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pavlovianfuckery · 2 months

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throw me down the stairs but sexually

just indulging dreams shitty little power fantasy so he'll feel better because why not

he's not so tough but nobody tell him ok

When your usually gentle lover had brought the request to you, it had taken you by surprise. He was always so considerate, rarely asking anything for himself, and the nature of the request itself gave you pause. You had given up control to him before with no hesitation, but this would be different.

"This will not be gentle. This will not be tender. This will break you," he'd cautioned you, wanting you to be sure what you were agreeing to. The thought of refusing never crossed your mind, not really. You'd seen the cold fury he'd directed at those who had wronged him before, and you couldn't deny the illicit thrill it had brought you. The thought of even a sliver of that being directed at you, even as make-believe, made your stomach twist. His parting words echo in your mind even now. "I do not wish to truly harm you," he had said, covering your hands with his. "Should you at any point need me to stop, simply call out the word "nightmare" and it will end, no questions asked." But that was days ago. After he'd left you had paced your quarters, equal parts aroused and afraid. Not knowing when it would happen compounded the feeling until you felt like you were walking on eggshells, ever vigilant of an encounter that never seemed to come.

Sprawled across the throne irreverently you admire the huge windows, trying to distract yourself from your racing thoughts, doing your best not to fidget. "What exactly do you think you are doing?" Not hearing him come in you startle badly, nearly falling from your perch with an undignified yelp. "Christ! Don't sneak up on me like that!" You feel a bit silly, but won't let that deter you as you blink at him, feigning ignorance. "I'm allowed to sit, aren't I?" "Get down from there or I will remove you," he warns, tone venomous as he glares down at you. "Or what?" You cross your arms defiantly, chin high. "Not like you could do anything. This is just a dream, nothing here is real anyway." Not deigning to respond, he simply clamps his hand across the back of your neck and gives it a warning squeeze. "Move." Glaring at him you do something potentially stupid and swing at him. Despite missing quite badly it goads him on, and before you know it he has you on the floor in an undignified heap at his feet. Squirming experimentally, you try to get up, but he doesn't let you. Instead, you feel the weight of his boot settle on your back, keeping you down as lust coils low in your belly. "Does this feel real to you, little mortal?" He hums thoughtfully, watching you wriggle and swear, adjusting his stance until his other boot is in front of your face. "Maybe this is where you truly belong, at my feet." He nudges your cheek with the tip of his boot, smirking slightly as you flinch away. "You should put that foul mouth to better use." "You can't be serious!" You start struggling in earnest, indignant. "Do not doubt that I can make you do it, because I will."

The faint taste of boot polish is acrid in your mouth. Thankfully the task is a fairly short one even though he makes you do both of them, not letting you stop until the smooth leather is shining with saliva. He yanks you roughly to your knees by the back of the neck, with no regard for your comfort, making you splutter.

"I suppose that was a passable effort," he rasps, and despite the almost bored-sounding delivery, you can tell that he's enjoying watching you debase yourself. Dragging you to your feet he pushes you up against the cold stone of the throne, your struggling no match for his sinewy strength, maneuvering you with ease until you're bent over the armrest. The sharp stab of arousal at the rough treatment almost makes you feel sick. He grinds up against you, his growing erection pressing into your backside. "How about this, is this real enough for you?" Not bothering to wait for a response he simply rucks your dress up, the fabric bunching around your waist. Not giving up that easily you fight against him until he simply twists one of your arms behind your back, making your shoulder twinge uncomfortably.

"You humans are all the same," he sneers, holding you down, "not one of you realizing how little you truly matter." Straining against his grip your breaths echo in the empty hall as he grinds himself against you, nearly driving you onto the tips of your toes. "Tell me, what purpose could you possibly serve, if not this?" "Let me go!" Surprisingly he's actually got you working up a bit of a sweat now, and you don't bother holding back from yelling. After one last attempt of wrenching yourself free fails, you do the only thing you can think of.

The kick doesn't really connect, glancing off his leg, but it catches him off guard, making him loosen his grip just enough for you to wiggle loose. You bolt in the direction of the stairs, fully intending to make him chase you, but he manages to grab the hem of your dress, making you stumble and fall, pulling him down with you. Thankfully you only roll down a handful of steps, but it still knocks the breath out of you. Somehow he landed further down and you see your chance to get away, scrambling back towards the top ungracefully on your hands and knees. Too slow. He grabs hold of your leg, hand around your ankle like a snare, unyielding. Satisfied that he's caught you he wastes no time crawling over you until you're trapped between him and the stairs. Caged by his arms, his coat covers you both like a shroud, its warmth almost oppressive. Your final attempt to get away is half-hearted at best and he simply presses you down with his whole body, making the marble dig into your ribs nearly to the point of bruising.

"Why do you fight me?" The softness of his lips against the side of your face is almost making you forget all about your little game as he pulls your now torn dress out of the way. "It will not save you." Still struggling to catch your breath you don't hear him undo his fly, but you certainly feel it as he spreads your wetness around with the tip of his cock. He teases you mercilessly until you all but melt into him, angling your hips to try and get him inside you faster, but to no avail. He doesn't acknowledge your frustrated little whines until you think you might actually start crying. When he speaks, his breath is warm against your ear, his words making you tremble. "Ask for it. Beg your king to make it hurt." "Don't be gentle." It barely sounds like you, it's too quiet and the words hang in the air, dripping desperation, but you don't even care anymore. "Please don't be gentle. I want to feel you even after I wake up."

You're not sure if that's what he wanted to hear, but it seems to be enough. He thrusts into you, making you howl incoherently as he bottoms out in one merciless stroke. It's raw and hot and so damn good, the sheer ruthlessness of it making your mind go fuzzy at the edges. Not letting you rest for even a moment, he trails his hand up your exposed neck before grabbing your chin firmly, forcing you to look right at the empty throne as he takes you. "Never forget," his usually smooth voice is almost reduced to a snarl as he pushes into you again and again, "that you are beneath me." His words might have hurt you at some other point in time, but by now you're too far gone. You try snaking a hand down to touch yourself as the sharp pleasure coils tighter inside of you, all it would take is just a tiny nudge... And he grabs your wrist, pulling your hand back up and pinning it down at shoulder level, his grip like iron as you can't help but mewl in frustration.

"You think you deserve to come?" He slams into you so hard that black spots float across your vision, making you wince as pain briefly overrides pleasure, pulling you back from the brink. "You will come like this or not at all," His tone leaves no room for bargaining as he drives into you, angling himself just so, leaving your walls fluttering around him as you teeter right on the edge. What eventually pushes you over is the brush of his lips against the side of your neck, tongue darting out to lap at the droplets of sweat there, tasting you.

The intensity of it leaves you mute, barely able to breathe, and you almost do buck him off of you this time without even meaning to. As you tighten around him it's his turn to moan, barely able to keep himself from spending right then and there, self-control hanging by the thinnest thread. He manages to hold back though, not letting you off easy, giving you what feels like only a few short moments of respite. "Again." You briefly panic. You can't, it's too much, there is just no way. But your entire world is reduced to the way he feels inside you, hitting every sweet spot with inhuman focus, possessing you utterly. It's almost painful and you can't get enough, if he could crawl under your fucking skin you'd let him, and oh. As violent and sudden as your last orgasm was this one is slow and dragged out. It feels like it might never end as he fucks you through it, his pace soon faltering as he pushes as deep as he can go, spilling into you with an almost broken sound.

When you finally catch your breath and manage to mostly stop shaking, he folds the dreamscape around you both until you're in his bed, the softness of it a welcome balm after the hard stone of the stairs. Cradling you in his arms like the most precious of treasures, he holds you to his chest, neither of you entirely sure what to say so you simply lay there together, breathing in each other. Eventually, uncertainty gets the better of you, breaking the silence. "Was I...did I do alright?" Despite everything, you're unable to keep worry out of your voice. "I hope I didn't disappoint you." "You did very well," He assures you, covering your face in the tenderest kisses, "This exercise has been...cathartic. You really are too good to me, my love." Brushing away the tears you hadn't even noticed falling, he goes on, "I can only hope that this has not made you doubt my feelings for you. After all, that was never my intention." His words assuage any fears you might have had as exhaustion creeps in, making your eyelids droop. You burrow into his chest, needing to be closer to him in every way you can. "Would you please just...hold me? Until I wake up?" He does, letting you cling to him until morning arrives and you slip back into the waking world, to your own empty bed.

#dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x reader #sandman x reader #sandman x you #sandman smut #dream of the endless smut #the sandman fanfiction #my shitty shitty writing (affectionate)

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redgoldblue · 4 months

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for the drabble spotify wrapped game, if you want: i rolled my rainbow d10 twice and we have a 75 🌈

❤️ 🌈

75: America's Sweetheart by Elle King

uh. I don't know where this came from. i apologise, my partner-in-fluff 🫡

Also I am obviously not abiding by the technical 100-word definition of drabble here, but instead the much looser 'short piece of writing'.

spotify wrapped drabbles!

Steve doesn't know when he stopped caring about killing people. It didn't bother him until he started caring again.

It's not anyone unusual, is the thing that gets him. It's a nameless, almost-faceless drug smuggler that he didn't even mean to kill, but he shot with intent to disable and a little too much carelessness in a rush to stop the ship they came in on, and when he finally loops back around there's a pool of blood and a corpse with a busted femoral artery.

He's kneeling down, checking a pulse even though it's clearly absent, removing weapons even though he'll clearly have no use for them, when his fingers brush against a thin edge in the inside pocket of the off-the-rack grey suit jacket the guy's wearing.

When he pulls it out, it's a photo. He has to look down to check that it's the same guy in it, partially because death rictus changes a face, especially when your comparison is smiling and happy, and partially because he just hasn't looked at his face properly. It's the same guy, his arm around a similarly smiling woman shoulder-height to him and so close in features she has to be his sister, with a chubby-cheeked frizzy-haired kid straddling his shoulders and holding onto the woman's hand.

One of the first things the military teaches you, explicitly or not, is to erase personhood. Your own, and your enemy's. Numbers, statistics, body parts and targets and usefulness.

He puts the photo back into the dead man's jacket and moves away. A tech comes at some point, body-bags him, and Duke is there and the rest of his team have it well in hand, so he goes back to where their cars are parked, boosts himself onto the hood of the truck, and waits.

Kono walks past at some point, but they're still in the midst of cleanup and HPD handover, so even though she does slow and ask, "You okay, boss?", when he replies in the affirmative she nods and keeps moving.

He remembers himself before. He remembers when it would never would have occurred to him not to think that every person with a bullet in them is a person with a family. A person with a life, at least before they were a person with a death.

He doesn't bother trying to count. The impulse washes over him, but it would take hours with military records and Five-0 reports to calculate anything even close to accuracy.

Himself before was decades ago, but also not that long ago. It was target practice at the Academy and work behind computers in Military Intelligence and crawling through mud with a similarly young Freddie by his side.

Himself after, apparently, is sitting on his own truck at the edge of his own city watching his family and his family's family and his friends and his friends' friends move efficiently through shipping containers and body bags.

Eventually, Danny finds him. He takes one look at Steve's face; he doesn't say anything, just leans against the hood next to Steve and waits.

Eventually, Steve finds the words. "I don't think the military would like me anymore, Danny."

It's not all that new a state of affairs; he got driven by revenge and tattoos in non-regulation places and too many personal attachments and he remembered how to have fun in quiet spaces and how to love in loud ones. He started caring again.

"Good," Danny says, harsh and definite, and Steve realises with a start that the things that would debase him in the eyes of his country are probably exactly the same reasons Danny - not just Danny, his whole family - would cite for loving him. Except the tattoos, maybe.

He can't bring himself to be upset about it in the face of that.

#Hawaii Five 0 #Steve McGarrett #character study #that's not true i know a little bit where this came from #we rewatched waiwai last night which is the first time in like four seasons that steve does something truly unhinged to a suspect #(shoots the russian spy in his hospital room)#and i was thinking about how he does it left right and fucking centre in s1 #whereas by s6 it is very clear that he's only doing it bc Cath is in serious danger if they don't get that information #and the mental shifts that had to occur for that #anyway we're canonising Alex's tramp stamp for the purposes of lyrical accuracy #my writing #fanfiction #mine #tag games #sensitive flower #if you'd gotten one higher it would've been atlantic city and i truly don't know what i would have done with that

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momonpa · 7 months

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God I can't stop thinking about Hazuki lately like it's ridiculous so I have to get this out but it might be long and will definitely be nsfw so

I have no idea WHERE the idea of like. What if we were pretty serious and Were A Real Couple even came from bc in my ship with her it's not like I'm like. Not with Momo? Just somehow I started thinking that for whatever reason even though we're with other people and stuff and not even necessarily each other's "main" relationship just using those words and talking about commitment happens to work for us. So I dreamed up the idea of being engaged, and she accidentally forgets to take her ring off before shooting one of those weekly talk show programs and no one notices until like halfway through shooting so they can't just edit out footage of her with it on. And then one of the hosts comments on it and everyone just freezes.

And she thinks about it for a few moments and the host is very apologetic of course and like oh so sorry we can just edit this out if you want and she's like. No you know what it's fine, I actually think it's better not to lie to the fans, I wouldn't want someone to support me just because they think I'm single and I'll somehow date them. So, yeah, I did recently get engaged, yes.

And of course the like the show hosts bc the other wrestlers already knew are all congratulatory and stuff and like ohhhh, well we won't pry too much but is there anything you can tell us about him? Is he another pro wrestler?

And she's like. Well. She is actually a staff member, but I'd rather not really get more into it than that. And of course that's the part that REALLY blows up online and has people freaking out but she doesn't really say anything other than that publicly.

And then there are other thoughts in there about like - someone happening to catch us or get photos in public or at a show or something I haven't thought much in detail about that part beyond that.

And then from there that spiralled into her really liking the feeling of the fans knowing she's with someone and that they can't have her, and like what if - what if we like, posted something kind of dirty on the internet. Like anonymously and of course if it comes up it was never us but somewhere people would see it and like just recognizably her enough that it would start rumours. And of course Momo offers to take pictures or record us or whatever, she likes to watch and she's there with us like half the time anyway.

And then that just develops into like, fully just shooting porn with like, everyone as more people catch on to what we're doing and really like the idea. (look I already said on my nsfw I have been like, crazy horny lately.) And of course eventually people start to pick up on it over time, it stops being one rumour about just her and starts being, hey have you seen this one account on whatever porn site, the girls' faces are always just censored enough you can't quite be sure who it is but like, every single person there looks a LOT like a joshi wrestler. Like what is going on, who the hell could even be shooting this. And then of course that just spirals into ever more heated arguments, what the fuck is wrong with you perverts, obviously this isn't really them, none of them would do shit this debased, clearly Tam wouldn't let Natsupoi squirt in her mouth jesus christ what the fuck is wrong with you people. At most it's some freak with a fetish casting girls who happen to look like wrestlers.

Only a handful of people wonder why so many more girls start showing up to shows with what seem to be hickies all over their necks. Training must be getting pretty intense these days.

#The second half is like completely thanks to Yves' post about idol fos the other day lol

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oreganosbaby · 2 years

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Still thinking about your theory of Roman identifying with Caroline and acting in a sort of daughter-wife role because it's only way he understands of how to get Logan's love even though it makes him a failure as a man in his eyes, and conversely how Kendall and Shiv both identify with Logan and want his love through getting his respect and recognition of their strength, but Kendall can never be enough on his own and settles for playing wife as well since then he's at least valued, while Shiv has convinced herself that she *can* be enough and flinches away from any attempt to confine her to that objectified mold but because of that is still considered a failure as a woman.

Besides that, it's interesting to me how their modified Freudian complexes manifest, like with Roman wanting to marry his dad but also having an affectionate relationship with his mom, Shiv wanting to kill her dad but expected to act like a wife and seen by her mom as an enemy, and Kendall wanting to kill his dad but still being emotionally bound to him and getting nothing from his mom.

Yeah a lot of it has to do with Logan's reluctance to relinquish power over them. He's created this controlled environment where they're all forced to depend on him and think of his needs or wants. They can't really find ways to successfully project their desires onto someone else because the imagined father is always a bit attached to the real one. They can't properly individuate.

With Shiv, she can't be either because she doesn't want to nor can she fit that "daughter-wife" role, but she also can't be the heir because she's a woman. No one sees Shiv how she wants to be seen. It probably contributes to her feelings of exclusion. Given her jealousy of Peter Onion, I get the sense she feels spurned by Caroline. Likewise, Caroline feels spurned by her. It's a classic Succession misunderstanding.

Roman's almost the inverse, but where Shiv thinks she can be the heir, Roman knows he can't be the "daughter-wife" in the conventional sense; it can't just be about earning his love because by doing that he'd be debasing himself since he's a man. He has to find another avenue to get the same thing and as his son, it's obviously through being the heir or rather co-chair/CEO since that's more like marriage than taking over from him. Obviously, that last bit is totally contrary to what he's "supposed" to want, so his desires could never be met within this context.

Kendall's kind of just in this position of being demoted to failson-wife because Logan refuses to let go and also his mother finds him too emotionally intense to handle. If he wasn't so dependent on him, he would be able to just act out the oedipal desires on a symbolic father and mother. Instead, he's kind of just running in circles. The whole buy out and loss of the trust thing changed the situation a bit, though. It used to be that Kendall would either have to wait until Logan dies or cash out. Having Logan loose a bit of his grip on his kids would have interesting results.

I always wonder how much the other siblings understand what the others want, especially if Kendall and Shiv understand what Roman wants since he's the only one trying to "marry" dad. Within their family, it's pretty shameful to want that, so I would imagine the idea is a bit hard for them to wrap their heads around. Like, they could understand it on a dumb level, but it would be hard to get it.

#succ sesh #myplasticadversary #dalia writes #dalia replies

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legends-chauvinist · 2 years

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Who are your 3 least favorite Swtor companions and why?

1. Skadge. It's not that Skadge is necessarily bad character, it's that most BHs would not have let him live at the end of the Belsavis arc. But because of the nature of early SWTOR none of the companions could be killed so he was forced upon you. I can't say much more because my character literally never interacted with him in a meaningful way after his recruitment.

2. Kaliyo. Unlike Skadge, Kaliyo has a pretty good introduction and recruitment. It's pretty sensical that an Imperial Intelligence officer would recruit her as an asset and why some IA would keep her around. That being said, my IA is a staunch Imperial loyalist and I feel like loyalist agents would quickly liquidate Kaliyo after she outlived her usefulness. She's a loose cannon with very little motivation to stay with the IA other than a way to satisfy her psychopathic needs. Not a recipe for long term success in dealing with sensitive operations. So unfortunately if she doesn't mesh with the RP of your IA, like mine, you're SoL until Alderaan because that's when you get a second companion.

3. DS!Jaesa. This is more of an issue of execution then flaws in her concept. Because I really like the concept of DS! Jaesa: A naive Jedi manipulated into falling the DS where she becomes this debased, brooding creature that derives fullfilment only from violence. All the worst excesses of the Sith. I also rather like how toxic the romance is. Now, what ruins such a great concept for me is that BW waaaaay over did. DS!Jaesa comes across as an edgy emo character from a bad fanfiction. So every time I see her in the game, I sigh and think would could've been.

#Thanks for the ask!#Asks are always welcome #swtor #star wars #star wars the old republic #star wars legends #the old republic #tor

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raggaraddy · 3 years

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Discipline- Maknae Line

How and why would Yandere Bangtan punish you?

Trigger warning: Mentions of abuse, mentions of violence, mentions of sexual interactions, yandere themes, Dom/sub-themes.

Playboy!Jimin

Unlike the other members, Jimin doesn't have a feeling of superiority over you. He doesn't see you as something helpless and vulnerable, or someone to control. He sees you as his other half. The problem is, is that he is extremely possessive and insecure, and that makes him unstable. He has put so much faith and trust into an ideal version of you, one that he created in his head, one that could feel exactly what he wanted and what he needed at all times. So whenever you don't live up to that expectation, when you fall short of predicting what he wants, he snaps.

Don't get me wrong, he isn't going to have a meltdown at every little thing, but enough of those little things build up into a clusterfuck of disappointment.

Look at last Tuesday for example.

- In the morning he wanted to hold your hand and cuddle in bed, but you got up and went to have breakfast instead.

- Next, when you were showering, he was hoping you would call him in to be with you. He wanted to be able to spend that little bit of extra time being close to you. But you didn't ask him.

- So while you showered he picked out the perfect outfit for your girl's-day-out lunch. But you refused to wear it, opting for something completely different. You didn't even thank him for the effort.

- Then the final straw came as you declined to take his credit card with you. If you were going out without him, he still wanted to be the one to spoil you. You might have thought you were being polite by not accepting his money, but he saw it as rejecting him.

So one temper tantrum later, a whole lot of smashed glass and a black eye you'd be too embarrassed to explain, you decided it was best to call and cancel with your friends. And besides, after Jimin gets mad, he apologizes a lot and becomes very sweet and gentle, so at least you had a day of pampering to look forward to.

Still, he'll leave you thinking back through the day trying so hard to figure out what it was that you did to upset him. He isn't going to tell you of course. That wouldn't make the connection real. You're supposed to just know what you did wrong!

Dom!Taehyung

There are two different situations in play for Taehyung. As a Dom, he knows and accepts that there are times when he will need to correct you. You crave discipline and submission and he is more than happy to accept the responsibility and give it to you.

Usually, you're his well behaved little girl, but sometimes even you mess up.

As every sub knows, sometimes you go from being playful and provocative to being a bratty smartass without even realizing it. Although, some times you might do it on purpose. And whether it was an accident or not, you know very well that brats get spanked or flogged until they're put back in their place and can't sit down.

And for those special times when you deliberately misbehave or when you genuinely upset him, he has a particular punishment reserved for you. Go ahead, tell him no. Roll your eyes at him. Order him around. He'll make time in his schedule to remind you how you should behave. And he is going to love hearing you beg when he takes you to the brink of ecstasy over and over only to deny you. Or worse, he'll make you cum over and over. And again, and again, and again, until your crying for mercy from being overstimulated.

But all of these are honestly things you enjoy. Even the worst of it, you love. You like being manhandled and controlled and being made to cry from pleasure and pain. It's part of the fun.

The problem comes with how and why Taehyung really punishes you. Any D/s relationship is supposed to come with free communication and clear boundaries. However, both of those are repellent to Tae. He wants a perfectly obedient toy, not someone with thoughts and opinions. So when you try to bring up any limits, when you ask him to slow down or god forbid, when you use your safe word, something cruel comes out of him. You never would think so few words about how you're disappointing him, or how he expected more from you, could feel so terrible. Especially when he backs those cold remarks up by removing his time and affection from you for a few days.

Don't worry though, things will go right back to normal once you come to him apologizing and crying for him to not discard you.

And he knows you will.

Mafia!Junkook

In the privacy of your own home, there isn't much that will make Jungkook mad. He's loving and caring, pretty easy going and so much fun to be with. But you will see all of that changes the second any outside attention is on him. Among his men and the public, he is a totally different person. There's a tightness to his jaw, a harshness to his stare. He's so controlled and intimidating, and he accepts nothing less than perfect compliance and respect from everyone.

So for when other people are around or on those good days when he lets you outside, there's a couple of things you'll need to quickly learn.

1. You belong to him. Jungkook doesn't let anyone take or even touch what's his and that applies to you also. You want to talk to someone else, you better ask permission first. And if by some horrible mistake someone starts to become too friendly with you, you better run back to Jungkook to let him deal with it.

2. You never question him. Not with a look, not with words. He tells you to do something, you say yes and move quick. Hell, if he tells you the sky is made of pancake batter, you thank him for letting you know and make sure to never ever say anything to the contrary.

3. You don't dare challenge him or risk embarrassing him. Like I said, you're his. And what kind of criminal organization could he run if he let even his own property stand up to him. While he would never give you the chance to make him look weak, if you did somehow happen to do so, he would need to make a very large and very public example out of you to smother any question to his leadership that you may have caused.

Break any of these guides and you should expect a swift reaction. Whether it be by physical means or by forcing you into a debased position, he will make sure he displays his authority.

In a sick way, he's kind of thankful when you do act out because it gives him the opportunity to provide a great lesson to his friends and enemies. He loves you but should you cross him, he'd be willing to beat you unconscious. So imagine what he'd do to them.

#yandere #yandere bts #yandere bangtan #yandere jimin #yandere taehyung #yandere jungkook #bts #bts reactions #bts scenarios #bangtan #bts fanfic

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radi-17171 · 3 years

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Rhett's proposal to Scarlet to be his mistress

Scarlett, you do like me, don't you?"

That was more like what she was expecting.

"Well, sometimes," she answered cautiously. "When you aren't acting like a varmint."

He laughed again and held the palm of her hand against his hard cheek.

"I think you like me because I am a varmint. You've known so few dyed-in-the-wool varmints in your sheltered life that my very difference holds a quaint charm for you."

This was not the turn she had anticipated and she tried again without success to pull her hand free.

"That's not true! I like nice men--men you can depend on to always be gentlemanly."

"You mean men you can always bully. It's merely a matter of definition. But no matter."

He kissed her palm again, and again the skin on the back of her neck crawled excitingly.

"But you do like me. Could you ever love me, Scarlett?"

"Ah!" she thought, triumphantly. "Now I've got him!" And she answered with studied coolness: "Indeed, no. That is--not unless you mended your manners considerably."

"And I have no intention of mending them. So you could not love me? That is as I hoped. For while I like you immensely, I do not love you and it would be tragic indeed for you to suffer twice from unrequited love, wouldn't it, dear? May I call you 'dear,' Mrs. Hamilton? I shall call you 'dear' whether you like it or not, so no matter, but the proprieties must be observed."

"You don't love me?"

"No, indeed. Did you hope that I did?"

"Don't be so presumptuous!"

"You hoped! Alas, to blight your hopes! I should love you, for you are charming and talented at many useless accomplishments. But many ladies have charm and accomplishments and are just as useless as you are. No, I don't love you. But I do like you tremendously-- for the elasticity of your conscience, for the selfishness which you seldom trouble to hide, and for the shrewd practicality in you which, I fear, you get from some not too remote Irish-peasant ancestor."

Peasant! Why, he was insulting her! She began to splutter wordlessly.

"Don't interrupt," he begged, squeezing her hand. "I like you because I have those same qualities in me and like begets liking. I realize you still cherish the memory of the godlike and wooden- headed Mr. Wilkes, who's probably been in his grave these six months. But there must be room in your heart for me too. Scarlett, do stop wriggling! I am making you a declaration. I have wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you, in the hall of Twelve Oaks, when you were bewitching poor Charlie Hamilton. I want you more than I have ever wanted any woman--and I've waited longer for you than I've ever waited for any woman."

She was breathless with surprise at his last words. In spite of all his insults, he did love her and he was just so contrary he didn't want to come out frankly and put it into words, for fear she'd laugh. Well, she'd show him and right quickly.

"Are you asking me to marry you?"

He dropped her hand and laughed so loudly she shrank back in her chair.

"Good Lord, no! Didn't I tell you I wasn't a marrying man?"

"But--but--what--"

He rose to his feet and, hand on heart, made her a burlesque bow.

"Dear," he said quietly, "I am complimenting your intelligence by asking you to be my mistress without having first seduced you."

Mistress!

Her mind shouted the word, shouted that she had been vilely insulted. But in that first startled moment she did not feel insulted. She only felt a furious surge of indignation that he should think her such a fool. He must think her a fool if he offered her a proposition like that, instead of the proposal of matrimony she had been expecting. Rage, punctured vanity and disappointment threw her mind into a turmoil and, before she even thought of the high moral grounds on which she should upbraid him, she blurted out the first words which came to her lips--

"Mistress! What would I get out of that except a passel of brats?"

And then her jaw dropped in horror as she realized what she had said. He laughed until he choked, peering at her in the shadows as she sat, stricken dumb, pressing her handkerchief to her mouth.

"That's why I like you! You are the only frank woman I know, the only woman who looks on the practical side of matters without beclouding the issue with mouthings about sin and morality. Any other woman would have swooned first and then shown me the door."

Scarlett leaped to her feet, her face red with shame. How could she have said such a thing! How could she, Ellen's daughter, with her upbringing, have sat there and listened to such debasing words and then made such a shameless reply? She should have screamed. She should have fainted. She should have turned coldly away in silence and swept from the porch. Too late now!

"I will show you the door," she shouted, not caring if Melanie or the Meades, down the street, did bear her. "Get out! How dare you say such things to me! What have I ever done to encourage you--to make you suppose. . . . Get out and don't ever come back here. I mean it this time. Don't you ever come back here with any of your piddling papers of pins and ribbons, thinking I'll forgive you. I'll--I'll tell my father and he'll kill you!"

He picked up his hat and bowed and she saw in the light of the lamp that his teeth were showing in a smile beneath his mustache. He was not ashamed, he was amused at what she had said, and he was watching her with alert interest.

Rhett's confession and proposal again

"'I could not love thee, Dear, so much, loved I not Honour more.' That's a pat speech, isn't it? Certainly better than anything I can think up myself, at the present moment. For I do love you, Scarlett, in spite of what I said that night on the porch last month."

His drawl was caressing and his hands slid up her bare arms, warm strong hands. "I love you, Scarlett, because we are so much alike, renegades, both of us, dear, and selfish rascals. Neither of us cares a rap if the whole world goes to pot, so long as we are safe and comfortable."

His voice went on in the darkness and she heard words, but they made no sense to her. Her mind was tiredly trying to take in the harsh truth that he was leaving her here to face the Yankees alone. Her mind said: "He's leaving me. He's leaving me." But no emotion stirred.

Then his arms went around her waist and shoulders and she felt the hard muscles of his thighs against her body and the buttons of his coat pressing into her breast. A warm tide of feeling, bewildering, frightening, swept over her, carrying out of her mind the time and place and circumstances. She felt as limp as a rag doll, warm, weak and helpless, and his supporting arms were so pleasant.

"You don't want to change your mind about what I said last month? There's nothing like danger and death to give an added fillip. Be patriotic, Scarlett. Think how you would be sending a soldier to his death with beautiful memories."

He was kissing her now and his mustache tickled her mouth, kissing her with slow, hot lips that were so leisurely as though he had the whole night before him. Charles had never kissed her like this. Never had the kisses of the Tarleton and Calvert boys made her go hot and cold and shaky like this. He bent her body backward and his lips traveled down her throat to where the cameo fastened her basque.

"Sweet," he whispered. "Sweet."

Rhett's marriage proposal

Rhett Butler: So I'll change the subject and say what I came to say. Scarlett: Say it, then, and get out! What is it? Rhett Butler quote: That I can't go on any longer without you. Scarlett: You are the most ill-bred man to come here at a time like this with your filthy Rhett Butler: I made up my mind that you were the only woman for me the first day I saw you at Twelve Oaks. Now that you've got the lumber mill and Frank's money you won't come to me as you did to the jail. So I see I shall have to marry you. Scarlett: I never heard of such bad taste. Rhett Butler: Would you be more convinced if I fell to my knees? Scarlett: Turn me loose, you varmint, and get out of here! Rhett Butler: Forgive me for startling you with the impetuosity of my sentiments my dear Scarlett. I mean, my dear Mrs. Kennedy.But it cannot have escaped your notice that for some time past the friendship I have felt for you has ripened into a deeper feeling. A feeling more beautiful, more pure, more sacred. Dare I name it? Can it be love? Scarlett: Get up off your knees. I don't like your common jokes. Rhett Butler: This is an honorable proposal of marriage made at what I consider a most opportune moment. I can't go all my life waiting to catch you between husbands. Scarlett: You're coarse, and you're conceited. And I think this conversation has gone far enough. Besides, I shall never marry again. Rhett Butler: Oh, yes, you will, and you'll marry me. Scarlett: You? You? I don't love you! And I don't like being married. Rhett Butler: Did you ever think of marrying just for fun? Scarlett quote: Marriage, fun? Fiddle-dee-dee. Fun for men, you mean. Hush up! Do you want them to hear you? Rhett Butler: You've been married to a boy and an old man. Why not try a husband of the right age, with a way with women? Scarlett: You're a fool, Rhett Butler, when you know I shall always love another man. Rhett Butler: Stop it! Do you hear me, Scarlett? Stop it! No more of that talk. Scarlett: Rhett, don't, I shall faint. Rhett Butler: I want you to faint. This is what you were meant for. None of the fools you've known have kissed you like this, have they? Your Charles, or your Frank, or your stupid Ashley. Say you're going to marry me. Say yes. Say yes. Scarlett: Yes. Rhett Butler: Are you sure you meant it? You don't want to take it back? Scarlett: No. Rhett Butler: Look at me and try to tell me the truth. Did you say yes because of my money? Scarlett: Well yes. Partly. Rhett Butler: Partly? Scarlett: Well, you know, Rhett, money does help, and of course I am fond of you. Rhett Butler: Fond of me? Scarlett: If I said I was madly in love with you, you'd know I was lying but you always said we had a lot in common. Rhett Butler: Yes, you're right, my dear. I'm not in love with you any more than you are with me. Heaven help the man who ever really loves you. What kind of a ring would you like, my darling? Scarlett: A diamond ring. And do buy a great big one, Rhett. Rhett Butler: You shall have the biggest and the most vulgar ring in Atlanta. We'll go to New Orleans for the most expensive honeymoon my ill-gotten gains can buy. Scarlett: That would be just heavenly. Rhett Butler: And I think I'll buy your trousseau for you, too. Scarlett: Rhett, how wonderful, but you won't tell anybody, will you, Rhett? Rhett Butler: Still the little hypocrite. Scarlett: Aren't you going to kiss me goodbye? Rhett Butler: Don't you think you've had enough kissing for one afternoon? Scarlett: You're impossible. You can go and I don't care if you never come back. Rhett Butler: But I will come back.

#gone with the wind #gwtw #scarlett o'hara #rhett butler #mine

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~Technical Information~

Japanese: アリ�� • ホワイトローズ

Romanji: Arisu Howaitorozu

Nicknames: Goma-chan* ( Floyd ), Ari-chan ( Alisa ), Shiro-chan** ( Cater ), Chibi-senpai ( Ace ), Reine de Neiges ( Rook )

Voiced by: Satomi Akesaka ( voice sample )

~Biographical Information~

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Birthday: January 17th***

Starsign: Capricorn

Height: 1m55

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: White

Body type: Petite, short ( for a 2nd year ), curvy

3 sizes (bc why not?): B85 - W60 - H84

Blood type: A

Homeland: Rose Kingdom

Family: Alisa Whiterose ( non-blood related sister )

~Professional Information~

Dorm: Heartslabyul

School year: Second

Class: 2-D, student no.16 (poor girl have to sit next to Floyd)

Occupation: Student

Club: Science club

Best subject: Magical pharmaceuticals

~Fun Facts~

Dominant hand: Left

Favorite food: Anything edible

Dislikes food: Spicy food

Dislikes: Scary people, people judge her base on her height

Hobby: Gardening, Origami, Making sweets

Bad with: Open up a conversation, Talking to strangers, Stamina needed works

Talents: Cooking

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“White roses are very delicate and easily get tainted, just like people, don't think so too...?”

Alice Whiterose is a second-year student at Night Raven College and a member of Heartslabyul Dorm. A shy and introverted girl, she often got anxious if there are too many strangers around her. However, she can be very passionate and devotional when it comes to working.

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APPEARANCE: Alice is a young girl with shoulder length white hair that tied into twintails styles, wavy bangs covering her forehead and long side bangs. She have droopy blue eyes with a small red rose patch under her right eyes and wear a pair of dark blue glasses. Often got misunderstood as a first year because of her height and petite figures, though she doesn't show her uncomfortableness outside on her face. Alice also doesn't like to let her hair down naturally because it's easily got disheveled. Alisa state that she jealous because she have a "greater body" than her (which Alice quickly debase this but it's actually the truth)

In her Dorm uniform, she wear a white collar shirt with black-and-red striped necktie under a red vest. Over the vest she wears the blazer that others in her dorm wear ( except for Riddle ). She wear a white skirt with a black and yellow ribbon and a chain of 4 keys around her waist, black-and-red tights with heart patterns and red-and-white high tops.

PERSONALITY: Alice usually seen as a shy girl with somewhat gentle aura around her (as stated by others). A little clumsy and easily got scared, she usually got teased for being "jumpy" whenever something scares her. As a child, Alice got taught to not talking to strangers unless they're her friend's acquaintance, so it's understandable why she's bad with open up a conversation. If she found someone have the the same hobby/like the same things as her, she'll talk with them non-stop about it and even forgot about the time. Alice does state that she hates that habit of her and tried to fix it until today ( but failed anyway )

“I-I think... Plants are more gentle and easier to talk to than human. Maybe it's because they're not judgemental like some people.” - Alice's lab-coat SR card personal story (part 2)

Sometimes, people got weirded out by her strange habit of talking to plants and magical creatures during classes. The reason is that she think they're also like human, they need someone to understand them. Her gestures are very gentle and delicate, you could see this clearly whenever she take care of the plants in the school's garden. She also often talk with a soft and respectful voice, even at underclassmen. You might think she's slow, but the truth is that she actually have short stamina, so she can't run fast or holding heavy things. Part of it is also because she have a fragile body at birth, so her mother become very strict about her movements (hence why her gestures are very gentle).

It might make you think "She should be in Pomefiore instead!", but, the reason she got sorted into Heartslaybul is simple. Her passion and ambition towards works. She also doesn't like to live by her own rules, she think that "rules" are part of people's live, and sometimes, you have to follow it to have a better live. While she adore beautiful things, to her, anything that good at heart is beautiful, hence why she doesn't got sorted into Pomefiore. Another reason is that she doesn't strike to be the best in beauty, to be honest, she doesn't want to be the best in anything at all. Trey did comment that: “You sure are a suitable member of Heartslabyul huh Alice? Although Riddle doesn't admit it himself, but I'm sure he must've think the same way about you too.”

“I-I actually did used to play piano... B-But, that hobby of mine used to hurt someone, so I've quit for a long time now...” - Alice's initial SSR personal story (part 3)

Used to be a piano prodigy when she's was a child, she started playing at 8 but quit after 5 years because of an accident. Ever since then, she got anxious and sweating unconsciously whenever she saw a piano. Because of that accident, she also have fear of breaking/ruining things, hence why she always have a tight grip despite the gentle gestures on things she hold (even things like doorknob). If she accidentally grab on the hem of your shirt, you'll clearly notice it. (Though don't tell it out loud or else her face will become red as Riddle's hair). And when she's on verge of getting(?) anxious, she will immediately run away to wherever her feet take her, which usually ended up at the school's Botanical Garden. To her, it's the most quiet and peaceful place at NRC, it's warm atmosphere also help her to quickly calm down as well.

UNIQUE MAGIC: "Gift of Card Suits" - ( 魔法の上書の鍵 "Magic Overwrite Keys" ) To be able to use one of the key that she carried around on other people's magic. Each key have a specific effect:

♥️ Heart: To change the effect/chosen target of anyone's magic (for example, if someone use fire magic, she can use this key to change it to other type of magic or switch the target to anyone she chose)

♠️ Spade: To be immune to any effect of anyone's magic

♣️ Clover: To dispel any effect of anyone's magic

♦️ Diamond: To double the effect of someone's magic (basically, a magic buffer)

However, she can't use Heart, Spade and Clover keys to Unique Magic(s) because it took too much mana to do so. She can also only be able to use 1 key per day, meaning if she use more than 2 keys then it'll reach the limit of her strength, and her Unique Magic will become useless if she doesn't have the keys with her (hence why she even bring it when wearing the Ceremonial Robe). Alice also stated that out of the 4 keys, Heart is the one that consume most mana so she doesn't use it usually like other keys.

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BACKSTORY ( just a small part of it ):

The first thing she saw was the ground. Everything was quiet. Too quiet. She couldn't felt anything except for the cold, hard ground right beneath her feet and the broken wall on her back. Her small shoulders unconsciously shivering from the cold but she doesn't even try to warm herself. She just sit there, like a broken doll waiting for someone to notice it. Her blue orbs doesn't have any lights reflect on, as if they're dead. The only sound was ominous wind blowing on the dead trees. Her white, ripped dress were dirty as well as her used-to-be pure white hair.

Everything around her is dead.

"Oh my, what do we have here?"

A strange, deep voice suddenly speak up and break the dead silence. When she grown up, she couldn't remember much who was that, but she knows, that person was the one that changed her life. Her lifeless eyes slowly look up. Everything around her was a blur, even that person become a black silhouette. But she remembered it well.

A pair of glowing emerald orbs.

"Hmm? What's the matter, _____?"

"A human child. It seems like she's still alive..."

"Nfufu~ You sure are interested in human huh, _____?"

"...Want to bring her along?"

"...Haha! I guess that look is a "yes" then! Go on and pick her up~ If she still alive, that's it."

Then slowly, a large silhouette appeared in front of her. The little girl still sit there lifelessly, only until that person pick her up and place her into their chest, a faint shock expression slowly form on her pale face, a sign that she's still alive. For a few seconds, she panicked, and it seems like she also made that person panicked too.

"Hey now, don't panick along with her! You were supposed to comfort the child, _____!"

Slowly, a large hand awkwardly pat on her back, making the small child flinch due to the sudden contact. But after a while, her body relaxed and gradually melted into their chest. The little girl unconsciously rest her head on their shoulder while slowly drifted to sleep, a peaceful expressions reflected on her face.

The last thing she saw behind their back was a pair of glowing magenta orbs before everything went black.

RELATIONSHIPS ( in Alice's opinion )

Heartslabyul

🌹 Riddle Rosehearts: "W-Well, Rosehearts-san might looks strict, but... I think deep down, he's a kind person...! A-Also, he seems to be fond of sweets, though he doesn't show it outside... *giggles* I also admire him for how responsible and serious he is with his works...! And... I'm glad that he still keep the pin that I gave him...!"

❤️ Ace Trapola: "H-He's actually a reliable underclassman, but sometimes his words are quite harsh... A-Also, I hope that he get along with Rosehearts-san more since they sometimes kept arguing...And I felt a little embarrassed that he always calling me "Chibi-senpai"... *sigh*"

♠️ Deuce Spade: "A-A very reliable underclassman...! He also seems to be very serious about works, w-which I'm glad that we have hard-working underclassmen in Heartslabyul too...! Though, he can be a little too serious sometimes... *giggles*"

♦ Cater Diamond: "He's actually... one of the upperclassmen that welcomed me to Heartslabyul with open arms...! T-Though I felt quite embarrassed when he post pictures with me in it on MagiCam... Diamond-san alao help me out whenever I asked him, so he's quite reliable too...!"

♣ Trey Clover: "L-Like Diamond-san, he's also one of the upperclassmen that welcomed me with open arms...! T-Though I didn't trust him at first, he surprised me of how kind he is...! I-I also really admire his baking skills and often asked him for advice too...!"

Savanaclaw

🦁 Leona Kingscholar: "H-He's a little scary in my opinion... I-I also think he's a little hard to approach... Maybe I shouldn't made him mad..."

🐆 Ruggie Bucchi: "He is... Well... Easy to approach...? I-I did share some classes with him and he did help me sometimes, so I think he's a kind person...! His ears also look very cute...! *giggles*"

🐺 Jack Howl: "W-Whenever I stand next to him I felt like I got shorter... Aside from that, he's also quite reliable...! At first, I thought he's a little scary but after I talked to him, he's actually very nice...! A-Also, his tail looks very cute...! *giggles*"

Octavinelle

🐙 Azul Ashengrotto: "Even though he's quite nice when I talk to him, I felt like something is wrong... Sometimes, he kept staring at my keys when I wasn't looking, which is a little worrying...B-But he is very smart though, I really admire his alchemy skills...!"

🦈 Floyd Leech: "H-He almost gave me a heart attack when I first met him...! I hope that he stop hugging me or calling my name so suddenly whenever he saw me in public... I-It's really embarrassing even when I think about it... But he sometimes help me a lot with school works so I guess that he's a smart person too...?"

🐬 Jade Leech: "U-Unlike Floyd-san, Jade-san is very nice whenever I talk to him...! He also doesn't seems to hesitate when I asked him to help me with something... B-But, somehow, I felt like he is hiding something...?"

💄Alisa Whiterose: "W-Well, since she's my sister so I respect her a lot...! Although I felt embarrassed when I take a picture with her... H-Her fashion sense are very good though, I wonder why she didn't got sorted into Pomefiore...?"

Scarabia

🕌 Kalim Al-asim: "He seems to be a very energetic person... A-A little too energetic... But he's nice and friendly, so I don't felt uncomfortable when I talk to him...!"

🐍 Jamil Viper: "A mysterious person... He seems to be always around Al-asim-san for most of the time, I guess it's because they're friends...? I also admire his cooking skills too, so sometimes I asked him for advices...!"

Pomefiore

👑 Vil Schoenheit: "W-When I first met him, I got stunned by how beautiful he looks...! Even though I don't really like make-up but I appreciate his advice to improve my appearance...! I also like his hair color because it's really pretty...!"

🏹 Rook Hunt: "A weird person... To be honest... W-Whenever I walk past him in the hallway he always call me with a strange name that I couldn't understand... But, I respect the fact that he also adore beautiful things...!"

🍎Epel Felmier: "O-Out of all the members in Pomefiore, I think Felmier-san is the easiest person to approach...! He also teach me a lot about apples, which made me actually plant an apple tree...! *giggles* H-His fruit carving skills are also very beautiful, I really, really like it...!"

Ignihyde

💀 Idia Shroud: "H-He's a little gloomy in my opinion... If only he become more talkative then perhaps I could approach him easier..."

🤖 Ortho Shroud: "H-He looks very cool...! I've never seen a robot in my life before so I was really impressed by how pretty he look...! He's also very friendly and kind too so I felt at ease whenever I talk to him...!"

Diasomnia

🐉 Malleus Draconia: "I-I don't know why, but whenever I saw him, my chest got tighten up for no reason... His eyes looks so familiar too, I wonder why...? A-Also, he might seems like a cold person, but it's not the truth at all...! In fact... He reminded me of a child a little bit...! *giggles*"

🦇 Lilia Vanrouge: "I-I actually thought he look quite young for his age... *giggles* And I don't know why, but his eyes give me a strange feeling, just like when I look at Draconia-san... Aside from that, he's very knowledgeable...! I really admire him about that...!"

⚔️ Silver: "W-When I first met him, I almost tripped on his feet...! To me, he is quite mysterious and somewhat hard to approach though... B-But if it's possible I would like to talk more with him...!"

⚡Sebek Zigvolt: "H-He almost gave me a heart attack whenever he shout at me out of nowhere...! And it seems like he respect Draconia-san a lot too...! B-But it seems like he doesn't like it much when I talk to him or Vanrouge-san, I wonder why...?"

Others

🌻Mary Merveilles: "S-She is one of the first person to become my friend so I really respect her...! I also admire her because she always stay positive, even when come across troubles... If only I could be more cheerful like her..."

🐱 Grim: "A-A very cute cat...! I love the feeling of touching his fur and pet his ears because it's very soft...! *giggles* Though it'll be better if he stop causing trouble around the school..."

🌙 Luana Crowley: "W-When I first met her, I was surprised by how mature she looks...! And not to mention, she also talk like a true lady too...! I really, really admire the Vice Headmaster and I hope I can talk confidently like her someday...!"

Dire Crowley: "H-His masks looks very mysterious... I felt like he is hiding something, but I just can't tell what it is... I wonder why...?"

Mozus Trein: "L-Lucius-san is very, very cute...! Ah! I wasn't supposed to talk about him huh... *giggles* it's just that Trein-sensei's cat is very cute so I couldn't help it... His words are quite easy to understand, so I guess I can say he's a good teacher...?"

Divus Crewel: "H-His appearance is very... unique...? Even though I sometimes got scared of the stick that he kept carrying around, his lessons are actually quite easy to understand...! T-Though I would prefer it more if he stop calling me a "puppy"..."

Sam: "A-At first, I thought he's a weird person, but he's actually a cool person...! Not only did his shop contain lots of nice things, he's also very friendly too...! I-I often come to his shop to buy ingredients or new kind of paper for origami...!"

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TRIVIA:

+ *: Goma stands for ゴマフビロードウミウシ "Gomafubirodoumiushi" which is a type of sea slug that known for its fluffiness and cuteness in Japan and other Asia countries. It can also be called "Sea bunny" in English.

+ **: "Shiro" mean white in Japanese, Cater probably referencing to her hair color

+ ***: This is not her actual birthday. It's the day when she was found in the backstory. Her real birthday is unknown ( She doesn't even remembered when she was born )

+ Her name, "Alice" is a reference to "Alice Liddell" - the main character of "Alice in Wonderland" series while her last name is a reference to the (supposedly) white roses in the Rose Maze

+ While her profile stated that her homeland is Rose Kingdom, her backstory actually revealed that it's not her true origin.

+ In Alice's school uniform R card's personal story, she stated that the Heart key was a gift of someone she cherished until now.

+ She actually joined the Science club just to be able to take care of the school's garden easier

+ When she's bored, she will unconsciously do origami. It's one of her habit and hobby

+ Which is the reason why she often carrying around a small stack of colorful paper in her pocket

+ If you want to look for her, she'll usually be around the Rose Maze or the Botanical Garden. Alice also occasionally at the library too.

+ Her room have lots of decorations made from papers

+ She eats quite a lot but only when she's alone. Alice does stated that she doesn't want others to know about her appetite.

Will add more facts in the future~

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...And that's it! I actually decided to redesign one of my first child, Alice and give her a more detailed backstory! To all of you who read until the very end, I'm very, very thankful 💞💞💞 Also, I'll post all OCs related posts in this blog from now on while my other blog: @twststrash will mainly about rebloging and other stuffs!

Also, after finished her Ceremonial Robe, I realized what my true nightmare is: drawing detailed patterns. God I hope I won't draw it again after finished redesign all of my current OCs -w- Anyway, peace~!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #my ocs #my ocs do not steal #alice whiterose #twst oc #twst #alright... time to redesign my other children~#if I still got time though

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feynites · 7 years

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Feynite you amazing and wonderful cinnamon roll... I can't get to the NSFW sharkbait post :( both links just redirect back to the same page. Permalink isn't even working. Knowing my favorite OC couple ever is doing smutty things that I can't read is making me look like grumpy brooding birb. Help me favorite author, you're my only hope!

Sorry for the delay, Anon! I copy and pasted the fill below, hopefully it will work this way. If not you might have to give me different contact info so I can send it to you by some other means. I’m still getting stuff sorted out so the blog is on semi-hiatus as I work on making new master posts, side blogs, and experiment with themes until I find one that does what I want it to.

Uthvir is strong.

Thenvunin knows it. He does not typically forget it. After all, it is part of how they so routinely over-power him. But he is still bigger than they are, and especially on the mortal plane, these things can be a factor, and, well…

He swallows, as Uthvir lifts him. As they grin, all sharp teeth and shrewd eyes, and pin him against the wall.

“Well well, what a pleasant surprise. I wasn’t expecting you to come back so soon,” they purr.

Thenvunin shudders.

“I was answering a prayer,” he insists, because he was. But there is no petitioner here. Though he was absolutely certain he heard the call, while he was in the midst of… experimenting, with blending in. Trying on some clothes. For research purposes. Certainly not because of any particular interest in unfitting, subpar materials, and their garish, bright colours, and their inappropriate access points for grasping demon hands.

Uthvir’s grip is still wedged into the ‘back pockets’ of the ‘jeans’ he had been trying on, when the call had reached him. A trick, of course.

They raise an eyebrow at him.

“A prayer? Really? And is there some imaginary petitioner hiding in my bathroom?” they ask.

Thenvunin frowns.

“Obviously, you have tricked me here,” he says, lifting his chin. Uthvir’s gaze drifts to his neck, though, and he shivers – shudders – as they press closer. Grinding their hips against him, in a base, lewd act that nevertheless has him straining within the confines of his jeans. Oh, that is a definite downside to this clothing, he thinks. A robe never confined him so. He braces the tips of his feet against the back wall of Uthvir’s hallway, and braces himself for assault.

“I am very tricky, I suppose,” they murmur, before pressing their lips against the side of his neck.

He is expecting the bite. The heat of their breath, and the prickling of their teeth. His wings are still far away, but he still feels them twitch, a little. His blood surging and tingling as Uthvir’s peculiar aura wreaks havoc on his holy personage. It is a force of effort to make certain he keeps his aura hidden. But he would not wish to reveal it, and risk drawing too much attention. Even here. And, he reminds himself, it is a good thing to distract Uthvir. Keep them busy. Whatever the cost to himself, sacrifice is in the nature of angels.

He is so focused on making certain his hidden wings do not betray him, that when Uthvir’s tongue presses against his skin, a gasp escapes his lips.

They pause.

And then they grind their hips against him once more, firmly enough that he can feel their own growing arousal. The contact is electric, like-but-unlike their couplings in the other planes. There is an immediacy to it that is different, though. The way some things here tend to be. Scents, sights… sensations. Thenvunin bites his lip to keep from making another sound, and Uthvir bites into his collarbone, wicked and unrepentant.

“What do you say, babe?” they whisper. “Should I fuck you against the wall, or carry you off to my inner sanctum?”

Thenvunin huffs, a little shakily.

“As if my input will have any say in it,” he retorts.

Uthvir’s lips press against their second bite mark. A mockery of sweetness. Thenvunin knows how lust works – even angels can turn harsh with it. Unable to resist their wilder impulses, incapable of care or concern once they are overcome. Demons, obviously, could never fare better, though… though Uthvir beguiles better than most.

He swallows, as they work their mouth gently across his tingling skin.

“Want me to let you go?” they ask.

Thenvunin feels an inexplicable rush of frustration. Of course he does. Certainly, he does not seek out these – these ravishments for their own sake. But he is committed to his task, and anyway, Uthvir would hardly just let him leave. Not without twisting everything to some nefarious purpose later on, if nothing else.

“I want you to get on with it!” he snaps, and decides is frustration is owed to Uthvir’s needless games, and attempts to draw some humiliating admission or other from him.

Their mouth moves up to the side of his neck.

His pants are beginning to feel almost dangerously restrictive, and the press of their cock through the thick material, right up against his own, is very distracting.

“You’re the one who made the booty call, babe,” Uthvir tells him, with a low chuckle that seems to sink right through his skin.

His hands tighten on their shoulders, and the ridiculous garments they’re wearing.

“I was answering a prayer!” he insists.

“From who?” Uthvir counters, pulling back just enough to catch his gaze. Their lips are a little flushed, and their hair looks a bit softer than usual. Thenvunin swallows. It is never enough that he submits to their attentions, it seems; they are always asking him things, and stopping, and trying to get him to make noises, to look at their eyes, to humiliate himself. A demon’s hungers are certainly the most perverse. The angels Thenvunin courted were much more willing to let him simply lay back and fulfill his obligations, even they complained about it at times.

Still. Thenvunin is not obliged to debase himself, just because he is being debased.

“You tricked me,” he insists, as their grip on him shifts; hands moving from his backside to loop underneath his thighs. Uthvir pulls him away from the wall, and he stifles a gasp as his weight shifts, pressing him against them differently. He holds on – strictly for balance – as they turn and begin carting him through a nearby doorway.

“If you say so,” they tell him, easy in their stride, and their smirks. They cannot possibly see past Thenvunin, but they manage to navigate the room well enough anyway. Wisps of shadows follow them in, and the red in their eyes gleams a little, as they deposit him onto the duvet of a neatly-made bed. He topples backwards, his hair spilling across the pillows, and an unintended shaft of light skitters out from his aura. Only enough to make the blankets beneath him shimmer, for a moment.

Uthvir’s gaze rakes over him. Pointed enough that he can almost feel it; like the press of their claws, whenever they draw their touch over his bared skin. The accursed jeans suffocate him.

“What an angel you are,” they purr.

Thenvunin’s cheeks heat further. As do other places.

More frustration, of course.

“Do your worst,” he challenges, and regrets it as soon as the words are past his lips. Uthvir’s smirk widens, showing off the full effect of their teeth, as they lift a hand and snap their fingers. Thenvunin’s heart speeds up, his breath escaping him all in a rush as a dozen dark tendrils curl up from beneath the bed, and wrap around his skin. Binding him against the sheets, encircling his wrists and ankles, spreading his legs wide and caressing very pointedly against the side of his jaw.

“Happy to oblige,” Uthvir tells him. “What’s the word?”

Them and their damnable words.

“…Starling,” Thenvunin mutters, trying not to squirm. He is dignified, he reminds himself. An angel of the highest order. It does not matter how uncomfortable his pants are, he will endeavour to live up to his reputation, no matter what is inflicted on him.

Uthvir trails a hand down his chest. Down and down, as they devour him with their gaze, until their fingers come to rest at the fly of his pants. He wants them to unbutton it, to free him – only because of the discomfort. He glances at their nails, focusing again on containing his angelic presence. They have shredded enough clothing with those claws. He will not request that they use them, absolutely not, it’s not as if he enjoys having the fabric torn from his skin in a frenzy of aggressive desire.

He’s only watching their claws because he knows what they can do with them.

They flex their hand, and there is something infuriatingly knowing about the look they give him, before they slide a hand down his thigh.

And then they snap their fingers again, and Thenvunin blinks as he finds himself rolled over. Uthvir’s wicked restraints moving him about, pressing him face-down against the blankets instead. He swallows as his knees are bent, the vulnerability of the position not lost on him as Uthvir trails their hand across him again – this time down his back. Tracing a few almost-idle patterns, their warmth close enough to feel, even where they aren’t touching him.

Thenvunin bites his lip. The blankets are soft against his cheek, but the restraints keep him from supporting himself. Hold him tight enough that movement isn’t really much of an option.

Uthvir brushes some of his hair away from his back. Sends it tumbling over the nearby pillows, and then starts tracing patterns over him again. Idly outlining the… the base of where his wings would be.

He swallows as the sensitive skin tingles, and he has to struggle to keep his wings from manifesting. A memory of their fingers, pressing between his feathers, drifts up to him. His cock throbs.

“Uthvir!” he finally protests.

The breath has barely left him before their hands come down, and their claws tear through the sturdy material of his jeans. Ripping off the pockets they had slipped their grip into, and reducing the seat of his pants to tatters, as the fabric pulls just hard enough to sting in places. And hard enough to press even more firmly against the front of his crotch. He struggles to retain composure, as Uthvir traces their touch over him yet again, their fingers moving from tattered denim to the exposed skin of his backside. And then drag their claws through the material at his thighs, hard enough that he can feel the red marks they must be leaving behind. The fabric loosens enough that he gains some relief at his crotch –though, not enough to free him.

And the pants will be ruined, now.

“Uthvir, I did not bring any other clothes,” he protests.

They chuckle, and give his backside a firm pat.

“I’ll loan you something,” they say.

At which Thenvunin feels the mattress shift, and hears them lean back. Rustling around with something, as the dark bindings on him pulse, just faintly. They shift over his skin. Not relinquishing their hold, but moving just enough to tease; to caress in places, that leave him tingling. He hears a cap open with a ‘pop’, and is about to ask what Uthvir thinks they are doing when their touch returns – slick, and cool, and spreading something over his skin. Through the tattered fabric.

“What do you think, babe? Shall we get right to the main event, or would you like me to suck you off first?” they ask. “Might help you relax a little…”

The lubricant warms as they spread it towards the cleft of his ass. He can feel their nails receding, their touch going careful. Beguiling, he reminds himself. Making lewd demands, asking for humiliating concessions. It is a game, and that is why they do not…

…Why they are careful, with him. Sometimes. In ways that others have not been, in the past.

“I want nothing of the sort!” he insists.

Uthvir leans over his back. Their jacket feels strange against his bared skin. The zipper is too cold, the leather is too smooth. They brush some of his hair aside, with the hand that isn’t wandering further south.

“No?” they ask, lowly, and with a certain growl in their tone. “Maybe you would prefer my mouth on-”

They stiffen.

All at once, in fact. Going absolutely rigid, and halting mid-sentence. It is strange enough that Thenvunin feels a twinge of concern, and turns his head towards them. Breaking his usual rule of trying not to look. But he’s barely turned his head when he feels the air shift all around him. Uthvir’s weight vanishes. The feel of their clothes at his skin, their hand toying with him, both go, too. The restraints keeping him in place abruptly let him go, and Thenvunin topples to the mattress, off-balance and surprised.

For a few seconds, he just lies in a startled heap; blinking past the hair that has fallen over his vision.

Then he pushes himself upwards, and looks around. Bewildered, at first, as he realizes that Uthvir has just… gone. He can feel traces of them having been here a moment ago, of course, though, and as he reclaims his wits, he realizes what must have happened. They have gone spiralling through the astral planes. Moving quickly; someone must have summoned them.

All Thenvunin’s distractions cannot do much if a mortal calls Uthvir to them.

That is surely the source of his profound annoyance and disappointment at the moment. The irritation is potent, and his frustration comes racing back. Vibrant enough that his wings flick back into existence, cutting the mortal trappings around him with blinding light that scars a nearby wall, knocks over one of the bedside tables. Thenvunin’s arousal is potent, his backside is slick, and his skin is still tingling. He sits. Rigid, and viscerally displeased with this turn of events.

He will have to wait, he supposes. If nothing else, he should find out what Uthvir has been up to. He cannot follow their trail, not with their head start and not with his… disarray.

Hopefully the mortal does not make a deal. Perhaps they will simply be sensibly frightened of Uthvir, and flee. Then Uthvir can come back quickly.

And of course, not make a deal to corrupt any mortals.

Which is Thenvunin’s primary concern.

Absolutely.

…Absolutely.

A minute passes. Then another. Thenvunin folds his hands over his chest, and shifts uncomfortably. His pants are quite obviously destroyed. His face twists, as the oil Uthvir put on him rubs unpleasantly against the tattered material, and the bedspread. It is hardly dignified to sit around in ruined pants, really. At least nudity is artful. Thenvunin had gone into battle in little more than a sheer robe, he hardly needs a pair of decimated mortal jeans.

He gives it another moment, and then gets up and peels them off. Sighing in relief as he is finally freed from the confines. What terrible garments; he’s never wearing the likes of them again, not if he can help it.

But their absence makes his state of arousal all the more clear.

And, really, that is quite undignified too. Thenvunin takes another moment, and glances around the room. Uthvir’s room. Empty of Uthvir, though there are… odd traces of them, here and there. Not as many as Thenvunin has seen in his glimpses of most mortal homes. The closet door is slightly open, and he can see their clothes, though. And the pillows on the bed are scarlet, rich and deep. There is a comb on top of the bedside table that is still standing. A few familiar-looking hairs are caught in it. Next to it is a magazine, with an image of several knives gracing the cover.

Uthvir pinned Thenvunin with a knife once, he recalls. Centuries ago. They didn’t actually stab him, although it was a near miss; the blade sank through his robes, though, pinning him in place as they climbed over him. Dark tendrils spreading outwards from them, and sinking into his wings. Like enmeshed fingers, except, of course, nothing so sweet.

His heartbeat speeds up again, and his cock twitches.

It seems likely, at this point, that the mortal did not simply flee. In which case, they may be gone awhile. And it is undignified to be sitting on a demon’s bed, hopelessly aroused. There is a solution, he supposes… and he is alone…

He gives it a moment more, and then reaches for himself. Closing his hand over the shaft of his cock, and letting his wings flutter a little as he gives himself the stimulus Uthvir has so fiendishly made him crave. Quickly, he thinks. And, well. Memories are tied in with such reactions, of course. It is pure pragmatism to recall the last time Uthvir had their hand on him. Their grip firm, nails still sharp, as they loomed over him. Filthy words pouring from their lips, all of them peculiarly complimentary – but then, that was Uthvir’s way. They were cunning.

Thenvunin strokes himself. Cunning, and fierce, and relentless. Always grasping him, sinking into him. Claiming him. His feathers flutter a little as he tries to mimic their touch. His nails are respectably short, and his hand is larger. And the angle is wrong. Not that he wants Uthvir stroking him instead, it is simply expedient. But he can still manage on his own, focusing on retaining his reaction so that he does not do any more damage to the room, and letting his breaths grow ragged in the meanwhile as he stokes himself higher and higher, and-

The air shifts. A familiar presence rushing back into the space of it, dark tendrils fanning out like wings.

Thenvunin snatches his hand away from himself, scrambling backwards as pure, mortified dread sinks through him, and manifests in a burst of unnameable panic. His wings sweep forward and his leg kicks awkwardly outwards, and with a sound that is most definitely not a panicked squawk, he falls off the bed and smacks against the floor.

There is a moment of poignant silence.

Then the distinctive tap of footsteps. Thenvunin finds himself momentarily to overcome with humiliation to move.

Uthvir walks around the other side of the bed, and peers down at him.

“Did I startle you?” they ask, and there is definite amusement in their voice.

“No!” Thenvunin insists, even though that is not actually something he should be denying. He looks up at them, ready to disclaim any and all untoward activities, and assure them that his hand was most certainly not anywhere they might have momentarily thought it was, at a glimpse, when they first came into the room.

And then he sees the gash on their cheek, and his brow furrows.

“You are bleeding,” he notes, getting to his feet. “What did you do?”

One of Uthvir’s hands moves up towards their cheek, but they stop midway, and then shrug. Thenvunin gives it a second. But the gash doesn’t close. It isn’t actively bleeding, at least, there are no rivulets racing morbidly down Uthvir’s cheek. But Thenvunin has seen them in fights plenty of times. Healing such a wound should be no problem for them.

“Why are you not closing it?” he demands.

Uthvir raises an eyebrow, and shrugs again.

“Hardly your business, is it?” they counter. “Perhaps it was part of my dealings. I do apologize for the interruption, by the way. Though it seems you carried on well enough without me.”

They smirk, and Thenvunin all at once recollects his situation, and goes rigid. His cock is still flush, his flesh still heated; Uthvir’s gaze drifts pointedly towards it, and his throat goes dry, and he feels at once excited and a little sick.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” he insists.

They move closer, and slide a hand over his hip.

“No?” they ask. “It was such a pretty sight, for all of the half a second I caught it. Were you thinking of me, while you touched yourself?”

“Certainly not!” Thenvunin snaps, and then flusters. “Not that I was touching myself! If I was it was only to – I was only rearranging my person, after you set me so horribly askew! I was most certainly not touching myself, my libido is by no means demonic, thank you very much. Such activities would be far too…”

He trails off, then, as the cut on Uthvir’s face finally begins to close.

So they… they were trying to heal it? It only took a while, it seems. Longer than it should have. Their hand slips around to his backside, but Thenvunin finds himself staring as the red mark is reduced back down to nothing.

“What is wrong with you?” he demands.

“According to you, a great many things,” Uthvir blithely replies. There is just the faintest hint of strain at the corner of their eyes.

Thenvunin folds his arms, stalling them from moving any closer.

“Obviously! But why did you take so long to heal?”

The question has Uthvir’s lips twitching downwards, briefly.

“Didn’t I say it wasn’t your business? Maybe I was just too overcome with lust to bother,” they tell him. And he might believe that, except that they alwaysbother. Wounds are not a laughing matter to Uthvir, even considering how eager they are to inflict all manner of scratches and bites on his person. Thenvunin wavers, caught by a queer uncertainty, and Uthvir’s gaze drifts off towards his wings. Which have flared up, and knocked over the other beside table.

“Put them away, babe. There’s no danger here,” they tell him.

Thenvunin sniffs.

“That is preposterous. You are here,” he points out. But after a second, he does push them back again. They are conspicuous, and while it takes concentration to set them aside, it also takes power to keep manifesting them on the mortal plane, too. And he has found too few sources of true faith to spend his strength carelessly.

One of Uthvir’s hands caresses his folded arms.

“Now,” they say. “Where were we…?”

Thenvunin opens his mouth to answer, but before he can, they slip a foot behind his, and push him backwards; and he tumbles unceremoniously onto the bed again. His heart leaping, pulse racing, as Uthvir looms over him, and summons up the tendrils to bind him again. It does not take much for his thoughts to get lost once more, as they seem content to leave him lying face up again, and bite their way down his body.

But even after they have ravished him and taken him, left him spent and exhausted in amongst their blankets, he finds himself thinking about it. A wound to the face can be accidental, or the result of a fight – but sometimes it is a statement, too. A reprimand, of sorts.

Who could reprimand Uthvir, though?

And why?

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