Congrats on the 1k!!! It's very well deserved 🥰 I almost died of happiness when I recognized your writings from AO3 when you were posting them here! Could I please ask for Deuce + "poetic"? Thank you so much!
!!!!! thank you so much!! apparently a lot of people have come from ao3 AGSFDHA
thank you sm for requesting & for your support!! i appreciate it!!! <3
DEUCE SPADE + POETIC (1k event details)
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Deuce doesn’t know what force in Twisted Wonderland compelled him to stand at your doorstep, but it probably had a lot to do with the waving Ace Trappola in the bushes. He’s whisper yelling encouragement as Deuce’s hand shakes, and he knocks three times on your front door.
This is so embarrassing. Why did he agree to do this?
“Yes?” you open the door, looking so amused as you stand there in your pajamas and fuck you’re so cute.
“Um...Uh, your smile is...as lovely as the sun, I...want to be your number one—” Deuce flushes, staring down at the index cards as his hands shake even more.
He drops them.
Deuce freezes when the pieces of paper scatter on your front porch, and he swears he’s never been this embarrassed in his entire life.
You laugh, but it isn’t at him. He knows it isn’t, because you’re so kind.
“You’re so cute.” you say, and he feels like he’s about to explode.
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*very quickly trying to make a gif before school*
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Me: *minding my own business*
The Demon that runs my brain: what if @bewiitchment purred, what if she had retractable nails, what if she had venomous fangs from cobra within, what if she had night shine, what if--
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IVE REWOUND MY FUCKING JERMA VOD LIKE THREE TIMES NOW BC I KEEP FORGETTING TO ACTUALLY WATCH IT
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hey man, sorry about the fact that ur getting sacrificed 2 bigfoot or whatever, hope u recover soon.
dgjodgjgkdgj i don’t think bigfoot would be down in florida,,
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i am panicking so bad rn I'm on the verge of failing a class and if I can't do a stupid presentation I'm gonna fail I'm so scared I can't do presentations I'm so bad at them I get so scared and I'm gonna cry and fail and then I need to retake the course its gonna be hell and ill fail all over again and AAAAGH
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Someone just described tumblr as twitter for gay people
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WHY
literally going to shoot myself (js jokes!) like this whole week has been horrible
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I think Deku has a bit of a mean streak, actually. he’s no Bakugou—that’s for sure—but he’s not this innocent, sweet angel baby that the media has painted him out to be. but you only catch it when you least expect it, when you’re pushing his nerves, when the stakes to everything around him are high, when he’s tired of endless sleepless nights and just—snaps.
“Oh?” you go, grin unfurling like some grinch, chin resting on your hands as you leer at him from across his expansive desk. “You’re mean.” your words are teasing, a snarl that curls your mouth up. Deku stutters, eyes going wide, jaw snapping shut in surprise as he tries to think back on how rude he just sounded.
“No, I’m not—I mean, you wouldn’t stop and I just—there’s a lot on my plate right now—and you just—you keep on—I’m not—I’m not mean.” He’s sputtering, hands all over the place, the glasses perched on the bridge of his nose falling even lower with how he jabbers on and on. it’s endearing really, to see how he tries to upkeep his image of being so kind and understanding, even though his nostrils just flared at you. and his eyebrows turned down and he gritted at you, his hands were balled into fists, his words were so nasty, so ugly, so unbecoming for Deku.
you liked it. loved it even—vowed to get him like this every single fucking second that you could.
you pick and poke at him whenever you see him, teasing him and pulling at him. pushing him around even though the hero is so much stronger than you, so much bigger. and he lets you, tries to defend himself but—that’s not what you want. you want the ugliness, the snark, the mean.
he snaps, eventually, when you least expect it. grabs you up in black whip when you go to push him against the wall for the third time in only a minute, his eyes suddenly dark, the aura of the room suddenly charged.
“That’s what I was looking for.” you whisper to him, the grin spreading your face quickly dissipating in only seconds when you become the prey. when you become the one pushed up against the wall with teeth at your neck, a hand in your underwear, bullying your hole with too thick fingers.
“Why do you want me to act like this? Be so mean to you, huh?” he sounds so frustrated with himself, with you, growling and nipping and licking when you don’t answer quick enough. but your breath is caught in your lungs because finally—finally, did you get what you wanted. it just took a little bit of pushing, you suppose.
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