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magicxc · 6 months

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Hills and Valleys

Synopsis: Legend has it that Halloween is strictly for the scares. With ghouls and goblins, vampires and werewolves, witches and broomsticks, who could disagree?

However, all this friend group wanted was a little trick or treat. Sprinkle in a few party favors, loud music, and a cabin in the woods, the myth was bound to come true.

Lurking around the corner is danger like never before, eager to bring this night to a bloody finish.

So join these friends as they fight to make it through a Halloween they’ll never forget, proving that "the scare" is more than just a fantasy.

Word Count: 4027

Warnings: TRAUMA lol, detailed bloody scene

Chapter 3 - Lorenzo’s POV

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“Oh my gosh, how the hell did we manage to get roped into helping you cleannnnnn,” Lynn complained.

“Guys we’ve been doing this since highschool, why are y’all acting brand new?”

“Dammit Lenny, I should’ve left while I had the chance.”

“Steph you’ve been drinking all night, how the hell were you planning on getting home without driving?” I countered.

“And as ritual would have it, I assume we’re all sleeping here then?” Emery asked.

“See, Em gets it and I got the guest room all set up for you guys.”

“Two rooms, five people. That gives us about 2-3 persons to each room,” Jason proposed. “Sugar and I are more than willing to squeeze one more in.”

“No, the hell we’re not,” she whispered.

“Woah woah woah, what do you mean five people? Where the fuck is Julez?” Steph barked.

“That sneaky bitch, she’s probably halfway back to the A right now,” Lynn suggests.

Ahhh fuck, Julez. I wouldn’t dare say it to her face but I for sure wouldn't mind if she stayed the night. Truth be told, this rift between us has gone on long enough. I was more ashamed than anything for several reasons - number one being that I was scaring the hoes. It was beyond unnecessary for me to snatch them out of their kiss like that and I felt like an antagonist straight out of a lifetime movie. Reason two being everyone saw it all go down. I swear I looked up and the lights were on, the record scratched, and this random bitch was clutching a pair of invisible pearls. Ok so it didn’t exactly go down like that, but a lot of people still saw that shit happen. And reason three being that work became awkward as hell and my coworker ended up putting in a request to transfer departments.

What’s even worse is that I’m not good with words. I’ll never in my life put a woman in any situation to feel uncomfortable or forced to do something she’s not down with. And the fact that my coworker felt the need to get away from me made me feel fifty shades of shitty.

Meanwhile Julez has actually been trying to mend things between us and like the dumbass I am, have been giving her the cold shoulder. Could you believe that? One of my best friends has been trying to squash our beef and I act like a bitch on her period.

Maybe I can blame it on my underdeveloped brain? They say men aren't fully mature until they hit 25, and even then there’s still some debate. Yeah, that’s the one. I can hear her and the girls now, cackling up a storm. They’ll never let me live it down, but it’s all good. I fucks with the homies and if communication is something I need to learn to keep them in my life, then so be it.

But after tonight tho; once I get some sleep in me and this alcohol out of my system. Hopefully Julez will be willing to hear me out, nah fuck that. I’ll fly down to Atlanta if I have to, but she’ll listen to everything I have to say whether she likes it or not.

“I mean the guest room is big enough right Steph, why don’t we let those three have it while you and I catch up for old times sake?” I teased.

“NIGGA THAT WAS ONE TIME.”

“Lenny, you know I'm down to help clean, but I'm pretty sure we can do this tomorrow,” Em yawned.

“Yeah man, I’m no lightweight but even I can barely keep my eyes open.”

“J’s right Lenny, we can finish this another time.”

Wow, it’s a full on bitch fest in here tonight.

“No we can’t Lynn, my parents are gonna be back here first thing in the morning and I need this place in pristine fucking condition,” I snarled.

“Well why would your dumbass host it here at the lakehouse then,” Steph screeched.

“Because Stephanie, it has more living room space and less valuables to steal; plus the scenery is cooler for Halloween.”

“Mhmm touché. A lake house on Halloween where there’s seclusion and nature, and creepy crawlies.”

“Really Jason,” Lynn butts in. “Since when do you like seclusion?”

“Since there’s no neighbors around to hear the sounds I’m gonna pull from you.”

“Guys please,” Steph gagged. “I know those mummy meatloafs weren’t the best, but I was really hoping they’d come out the other end.”

“Oh whatever, don’t hate just because my sex life is healthy.”

“Yeah a little too healthy. Now I see why they call you sugar,” Steph laughed.

“Dammit now I’ll never hear the end of this.”

“And y’all will never hear the end of me. COME THE FUCK ON, CLEAN AS YOU TALK.”

“Lorenzo, dude relax,” Jason chided.

“Lenny, it's not like your parents don’t know about your party lifestyle.”

“It’s not that Lynn. The lake house is in Escrow,” I explained. “The new owners are set to move in come Monday while we spend the weekend removing any last minute items.

“Ohhhh yeah, I would’ve fucked you up if I were your mom and dad,” Steph pointed out.

“Now really ain’t the time.”

Every get together is the same exact shit. They eat my food, drink my beers, then get to bitching when I need help tidying up after. We go on about how tired they are while they drag their asses and the next thing you know the sun is peeking over the horizon. What could’ve taken minutes turns into hours where we all sleep til evening and then laugh about it over some makeshift leftovers. But I’d much rather skip to the laugh over a meal part cause I’m getting real sick of the inbetweens. Next time I'll just let them host at one of their homes and see how they like it. Maybe then they’ll appreciate all the efforts I go through.

Just when I find myself ready to have another screaming match, it seems that Em has beat me to it. At first I thought she just wanted us to shut up, but the way she’s clawing at the glass has me on edge. The scratching of the window soon turns into hitting and I race over there before any real damage is done.

Grabbing both her hands, I try to pull her away from the window - my attempts damn near futile until Jason comes over, arms wrapped around her waist as we both work to calm her down. But a fist to my jaw has us pinning her to the ground entirely, concern thick in the air.

“Emery, what’s wrong? Talk to me!” I yell.

Nothing, just constant thrashing as her arms and legs flail every which way. The screaming hasn’t since stopped and I’m on the verge of having her committed because what the fuck? She was JUST fine a second ago.

Rushing over, the girls land on the floor next to her, trying but failing to understand exactly what's happening as they shake her shoulders for answers.

“Em please! Tell us what’s going on,” Steph sobbed.

“Em- Emery! EM, calm the hell down.”

“Lynn what the fuck did she see? Go and check the window,” Jason orders.

“Julez,” Em hiccups as she points to the window. “It’s fucking Julez. They’ve found me.”

“Julez? What do you mean Julez, Julez what?” I screamed.

“And who the hell is they?” Steph added

“Ohhh Em tell me you aren’t referring to the Resident Reaper?”

“Lynn, they’ve got her,” Em says weakly.

“The Resident - aye y’all what the fuck is going on?”

“Come on Lorenzo, your friend has obviously been through a lot.”

“J shouldn't have to remind you to be considerate Lenny.”

“I’m sorry Em, I- I’m still stuck on the Julez part is all, wh-what about Julez?”

A shaky finger pointed in the direction of the window is all Em can manage. Silent tears stream down her face and I get this gut feeling in the pit of my stomach that something went terribly wrong tonight.

It's like the opposite of butterflies, that instead of everything being light and airy my stomach feels heavy and sunken to the ground. But I didn’t think it could sink any further until I heard the gasp that Lynn lets out. It’s shallow and wrapped in despair, yet somehow it’s enough to have everyone flocking to the window.

I hear a mixture of sobs and screams alike and as I lock eyes with Em, I realised then and there that I wasn’t going to see my friend again. That we were never gonna get the chance to patch things up and that for the better part of a few weeks, I’ve been way too stubbornly foolish.

My feet feel frozen in place but I have to see for myself. Trudging over to the window, I stop just shy of the pane and peer out into the darkness, eyes adjusting as I try to make out what my friends are seeing. Their sobs get blocked out as I stare into the water and stumble upon the gaze of Julez.

Her eyes are bloodshot red and lifeless as she drifts with the tides, a serene scene under different circumstances. Oddly enough she looks content and I’m not necessarily religious, but I say a silent prayer to the big guy upstairs that she at least went peacefully.

Dropping to my knees I let out a sound that scares even me, roaring out my frustrations and sadness alike. That scene is something that��ll haunt me forever but what hurts most is wishing that I'd never seen it.

There’s a solemness to the air around us, thick with gloom and melancholy as everyone tries their best to gather their thoughts; scared to break the silence and confirm that this isn’t just a bad dream. Quiet sniffles and heavy breathing slices through the silent night until the stomping of feet cuts through it all.

Looking up, I see Steph marching toward the front door trying but failing to open it as she realizes that the deadbolt is locked. It's one of those deadlocks without the knob turn thingy simply because my parents felt it was better security in a house this far out. Essentially it needs a key to be unlocked.

“Dammit Lenny, why would you lock the damn door,” she shouts while jiggling the handle.

Wiping furiously at my tears, I stand up deciding that I’ll have to grieve a little later as my body goes into overdrive, panicking at the idea that someone took it upon themselves to lock us in here.

“Steph, why would I do that?”

“I’ll check the back door man,” Jason offers.

“What about the windows, any of them big enough that we could fit through?” Em questions.

“There’s bars on all the windows” Steph mumbles. “What the hell was your family trying to keep out?”

“Or maybe keep in?” Lynn induces.

“Now is not the time to place blame guys,” Em suggests.

“Back doors locked too and I’m not getting any cell service out here man."

“Alright everyone let’s just take a second to think this through,” I snapped.

There could’ve been a thousand guesses thrown my way about how I imagined this night turning out and absolutely none of them could’ve surmised just how fucked it’d get.

At worst I prepared for a nasty hangover, Tylenol on standby, not a damn murder mystery. And Julez of all people, she’s damn near the most wholesome one of the group and they- they watched as all life drained from her big, round eyes.

Dragging my palms across my cheeks, I straighten up as my body kicks into autopilot, revenge sourcing it with enough adrenaline to power through this shit show.

Even with anger coursing through my veins I can’t understand why? Why go through the trouble of killing Julez and locking us in here? It’s not like we discovered her right away, however it’s not something I have time to elaborate on. We need to find a way out of this death trap and call for help immediately

“Listen, the whole point of shitty cell service in the area is something my parents were banking on when they got this place,” I disclosed. “Some crap about family bonding time, but if I can just get to the -“

“This just gets better and better,” Steph blurted, while she rocked back and forth on her heels. “Escrow or not Lenny, I’m getting out of here even if I have to tear that door hinge from motherfucking hinge.”

“BUT IF I CAN JUST GET TO THE BEDROOM UPSTAIRS, MAYBE WE’LL GET ENOUGH SIGNAL TO CALL FOR HELP.”

“What’s so good about the bedroom upstairs,” Em questioned.

“It’s the only part of the house that picks up a bar, maybe two from the cell towers.”

“Bars on all the windows, deadbolts on all the doors, only available cell service is in the master bedroom,” Lynn criticized. “Just what the fuck were you four up to in here?”

“What are you suggesting?”

“That maybe you guys ‘family time’ went beyond the occasional movie night,” she sneered.

“Baby, enough we’re not gonna get anywhere with y’all jumping at each others throats like this.”

“YOU’RE SICK! LYNN I SWEAR IF YOU WERE ANYONE THE FUCK ELSE I’D-“

“You’d what?”

“Guys please,” Emery sobbed. “This is exactly what that asshole wants, to see us turn on one another.”

“Lynn you’re fucked up for that one and you know it,” Steph admitted. “None of this is helping, so what do we do now?”

“I think the cell service is a great start Lorenzo, but we gotta find those keys man,” Jason suggested. “Where’d you last place them?

“I remember seeing it near the deviled eggs,” I sighed.

“You max this house out to the brim for a party and don’t even bother to properly secure the keys to your own home?” Emily screeched.

Inhaling a deep breath, I tilt my head upward desperately trying to hold onto what little patience I have left. Julez is out there floating against the currents and here we are arguing over a set of keys. My friends have never really struck me as stupid, but this night is chocked full of surprises.

“New locks to this place are getting installed come Monday Em. Between my parents here this weekend and the new owners after that, I couldn’t care less who had the keys.”

“And now we’re all going to die for it,” Steph scolded.

“Shut up, all of you,” Jason yelped. “Every minute we spend here is a minute more that sick freak has the upper hand, possibly plotting.

“And unless one of you can squeeze through those bars, the only way we’re getting out of here is through that door,” Em chimed in.

“Lorenzo, think man, does your family keep a spare key anywhere around here?”

“Uhh ye- yeah, I think so. Hell if I know where it could be at this point Jason.”

“Where is it usually?” Em asks.

“By a rack near the back door.”

“There were no keys when I checked back there,” Jason pointed out. “Fuck, we need to get moving NOW.

Facial expressions hardening, I can see the socialite version of him slipping away while his military brain kicks into overdrive. Feet spread at shoulders length and arms placed firmly behind his back, Jason goes on to dictate orders to us, a small thanks on the tip of my tongue considering we were all scrambling.

He directs me to the master bedroom to try and get some signal, Em to the second bedroom, himself to the kitchen and living room, Steph to the bathroom and any miscellaneous closet doors, while Lynn works on picking the deadlock cause God only knows how she picked up such a skill. Why am I surprised tho, this is the same woman who helped me open my car door after I’d accidentally locked my keys inside; criminal ass bitch.

We all race to our respective areas, more than ready to get this night over with. Upstairs, I make a beeline for the innermost corner of the room between the bed and window.

Stretching my arms until the phone touches the ceiling, I squint my eyes until they gloss over with no luck to any flashing signal. I dial 911 only to hear the mocking tone of the operator on the other end letting me know that the number I am trying to reach is unavailable.

Picking up the expensive floral vase from the night stand, I smash it against the wall until it shatters into a thousand tiny pieces; beyond overwhelmed with how everything is going.

Before I know it, my knees connect to the wooden floor beneath me, palms circling the perimeter of my face as I bawl my eyes out; teeth sinking into my skin to muffle the screams that tear through my throat. If someone would’ve told me 24 hours ago that I’d be stuck in my own damn house while trying to evade a possible serial killer, I would’ve told them to fuck off and yet - here I am.

The rage running through my body comes to slowing stop, adrenaline all but gone as the weight of exactly what’s going on crushes me further into the floor.

Sitting up against the bed frame, eyes puffy and throat sore, I briefly wonder if it’s even worth the trouble and come to terms with the fact that I may very well not make it out of here alive.

A low gleam of light pours in from the window above and the moon in all its fullness draws me closer, the same way its gravitational pull does the earth.

Fingers cradling around the lip of the pane, I pull it up and the gust of wind that whips across my face fills me with a fresh glimmer of hope. The stars in the sky twinkle so brightly and I wonder if that's the last thing Julez saw before her untimely end; a sliver of satisfaction filling me at the thought of her final view being something so serenely scenic.

Fingers slipping into my pockets, I dig out the cell phone lodged in there and stick my hand through the bars at shoulder length. Iron jabs at my skin the further I stretch my arm through the metal while small beads of sweat gather on my forehead and palms. Tongue slipping between my teeth and over my lips, it plants itself at the corner of my mouth; a telltale sign of my concentration.

Aiming my arm higher toward the sky, it starts to burn at the sensation and I make a mental note to get back in the gym once this is over with.

“C’mon you son of a bitch, I dropped $1300 on you, the least you could do is pick up a signal.”

Angling my arm a little to the left, I stand on my tippy toes in hopes of getting lucky and the small bar that pops up in the corner of my screen is enough to ignore any discomfort my body may be feeling.

Eyes brimming over with tears, it takes everything in me not to scream through my relief, trying to stay focused on the task at hand.

Fingers swiping over those infamous three digits, I’m all but ready to hit send until my phone slips through the cracks of my hand. Watching as it free falls 20 feet to the ground, the screen breaks alongside my hope.

“Son of a BITCH,” I fumed, arms wrapped around the bars as I shook them senseless; annoyance growing once I realized that even after giving it all I had, it didn’t even budge.

After a few more minutes of me pacing around the room, I get this lightbulb moment of clarity that of the five of us left, there’s still four more phones.

Racing down the stairs in newfound anticipation, I burst through the doors of the first bedroom, all but ready to snatch Em’s cell phone; only she isn’t in there. Making my way to the front, I see the bathroom light pouring into the hallway and dash inside, eager to find someone, anyone really.

Slamming through the bathroom door, I get ready to scream the good news to Steph, yet the sight before me has me halting entirely.

Both hands covering my mouth, I have to physically swallow down the vomit that threatens to surface. Panic rises inside of me as the hands that once wrapped itself around my face now finds itself buried in my hair - frantically running through its tresses.

A low wheezing sounds from beneath me and I fly to the floor, knees sliding against the tiles until I reach her.

Blood is everywhere! Splattered drops line the walls as the once white floor slowly turns a shade of deep crimson. I look over to Steph, whose hands are weakly cradled around her neck and it’s only then that I can figure out just where all the bleeding is coming from.

“Oh shit, oh shit, shit,” I hissed. “Steph it’s gonna be alright, I just need you to hold on for a minute.”

Shuffling, I reach out to the adjacent wall to snatch a towel from the rack. Wrapping it around her throat, I try my best to make a tourniquet, loosening it as Steph starts to make these wet, gurgling noises.

Tears prickle at the corners of my eyes at the fucked up reality of this situation and the fact that I can’t even sit down long enough to process just what the hell is even going on anymore.

With the towel securely placed around the wound, blood rapidly seeps through the cloth, my face sinking at the realisation of how futile my efforts are and how quickly she needs professional help.

“AYEEEEEEEEE,” I screeched. “YOU GUYS GET IN HERE RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.”

Applying enough pressure to the wound to try and stop the bleeding but light enough that I don’t choke her, I finally let my tears fall.

Shoulders sagging and chest heaving, my body is physically exhausted from this terror filled night. My best fucking friend is getting paler by the minute and the blood that gushes from her neck shows no sign of slowing down. The pool of liquid quickly spreads beneath us and sinks into the tiled creases and I can’t help the wail that escapes me.

“Steph, baby talk to me,” I pleaded. “Who did this to you?”

Heavy footsteps approach the doorway and I hear a muddled mixture of screams.

Stephs raspy voice pulls me in and her whispered tone is indecipherable. Wrapping her in my arms, I quietly shush her as I rock us back and forth, urging her to save her voice and energy until we can get some help.

Feet splashing through the blood and plopping beside me, it takes a minute for me to notice that it's Lynn, begging for answers.

“I don’t fucking know Lynn, for goodness sake make yourself useful.”

“Both of you shut up,” Jason barks. “Dude tell me you got enough service to get us some hel- to get Steph some help.”

Silence is all I can muster up in this moment and yet it's enough to answer their million dollar question.

Jason frantically paces the floor, Lynn is hovering over Steph yelling out questions and assurances alike, and Em is sliding down the wall, legs cupped between her arms.

Stephs slow breaths stop hitting my neck, her light wheezing all but gone and it's then that the crushing weight of her passing dawns on me.

Eyes tightly squeezed shut, they do very little to stop the onslaught of tears, my rocking now intensified. Lynn catches on and her high pitched shriek sends a ripple effect of anguish into the air.

A deafening silence falls on the group, and after what feels like forever, a gut wrenching realisation hits me that it’s one of us - it’s one of us hurting our friends.

#Emmy Writes #Emmy Tries #Spooky Szn #Halloween Kills #Halloween Series #Halloween #Hills and Valleys #Original Story and Characters #Horror #Drama is on THEE way #things def heat up here #rubs hands like birdman

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dejwrld · 9 months

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hehehe hit a milestone and i now can finally plan what i have planned!

#*rubs hands together like birdman*

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crsentfairy · 10 months

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ngl the anon lowkey snitched on themselves bc mentioning they are aro/ace narrows down my suspect list of who could possibly be the loser that got offended by my posts by like, a good 64%.

#crsent.txt #but keep talking tho. i like catching niggas slippin [birdman hand rub] >:)

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thistablesknackered · 5 months

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dom perky bum prop on the dashboard

#imagine i’m rubbing my hands together conspiratorially #like birdman #launching my next agenda 🔜#stay chuned girls !#dominik szoboszlai

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wakandas-vibranium · 1 year

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Please tell me you are writing a Pt for the Joel phone sex operator fic. I need it!!

Yes, I’m working on the second part! I’m glad you enjoyed and thank you for reading 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

#it’ll probably be even filthier than the first part #we’ll see…#*rubs hands together like birdman*#anon #asks

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erenspussy420 · 2 years

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Sfw and nsfw headcannons for crewel and Crowley (seperately )? With female reader plz

SFW/NSFW for Crowley and Crewel! Hope you enjoy!

Fem Reader Insert

MDNI 18+ ONLY. Nsfw will be under the read more line.

Sfw:

Dire Crowley:

This man is cheap, Like expect that during this relationship, however fear not! For he is so humbly gracious to have lavish vacations with you at the expense of the student body.

Though for my fellow Crowley hoes out there, Crowley can be romantic. Crowley is doing his “best” and honestly it’s kind of endearing how this man flounders at trying his hand at “wooing” you. Expect plucked flowers and shiny things on your pillows, and over the top letters he has stuffed under the door of your room.

True to bird fashion, has attempted to make a nest for you and ngl it is pretty comfy.

He has horrid fashion taste, never let him pick out your clothes.

Crowley absolutely loves it when you stroke his hair, but really melts when you stroke his back, he covers you in his cloak like a bird covers themselves in their wings.

The more time you are with him, the more he trusts you enough to take his mask off. This is a serious matter, he even drops all pretenses of his goofy persona. You’re one of the few people in all of Twisted Wonderland who has seen his full face, that is something he can ever truly be grateful for.

He totally gives you sweet pecks throughout the day, though probably not in front of the students lol. He totally would in front of his staff members, likes to rub it in that he in fact does have an S/O

He totally humble-brags about you.

His hair is actually pretty nice to run your fingers through, and its unfair how nice it is.

Smells like parchment and ink, with a bit like a sharp wind from above. Bury your nose into him, and smell the soft scent of the forest.

Divus Crewel:

HUSBAND MATERIAL

Fuck, okay, he is actually the most reliable man here and competent as hell.

A real gentleman, and pretty respectful of your boundaries.

A day starts with a morning kiss and ends the night with a goodnight kiss. His mouth was made for kissing and he's the type to kiss you slow but deeply.

This man will spoil you, clothes, dates, a stimulating conversation and he’s genuinely invested in you.

You get to wear his coat and it's so smooth under your hands. You feel fancy as fuck wearing it. Smells like him.

Unfortunately due to his job, and Crowley's malarkey, dates tend to be in between what little time you two can make for yourselves. However, even simple little dates between you feel sweet, and the vacations leave them quite…enthralling.

Honestly, Crewel helps pick out your clothes and upgrades your closet. Will respect your decisions in the end, but low key judges crimes against fashion. *aka Crowley*

Will make anything you want. Man has a binder dedicated to ideas he has for you. Seriously, color coded and seasonal outfits.Strolls through the town with you, fingers laced together. He presses a kiss on your knuckles that make you swoon.

Adores the hell out of dogs, so hopefully you like them too, or else this ain't gonna last long. If there is a dog near by you bet your sweet ass he's gonna pet it. Wait one day, he's gonna show up with a box of puppies and you can't even stop him.

He smells like expensive cologne, a hint of musk, leather and a subtle spice you can't name, but God does it make you wanna bury your nose into his skin. To his displeasure, he can't always get rid of the scent of potions on him.

Nsfw:

Dire Crowley:

Okay, I'm gonna be super honest with you. I cannot see this is starting, than a hot hate-fucking in his office.

Birdman is submissive.

You're gonna have to pull the reigns here, he does top occasionally and ugh he's pretty good at dirty talk. He's into edging can you even belive the audacity of this man?

If you love marking, recieving or giving, he has lipstick for it you know. Just saying is all.

He has a cute dick, better than he deserves. Its smooth and girthy, and Crowley is pretty pale so is his dick. But his head is cute flushed pink. His balls are sensitive and he loses it if you suck on them.

This relationship started as a hatefuck to a romance

Despite Dire's shady self, he truly does care about you. Wants to make sure your needs are also being meet, having you cum around him, screaming his name makes his wing flutter in pleasure.

Why he is so generous, he's more than willing to surrender himself to you as your toy to use. Tie his hands back and bounce on his cock till his balls are empty and leave him there dirty with his cold cum dripping down his balls.

You have his heart all in a twist when you grab his face to kiss him deeply when he cums in you.

This man has a fucking humiliation kink I just fucking know it. He praises himself too much, but the insults have him leaking crying "yes yes tell me how bad I've been! Spit on me!" Degrade him, step on him, call him useless, just as so long as you remember to reassure him he's still wonderful and that you love him.

Divus Crewel:

This man doms and there is no questioning it.

Dom/sub play have you seen that whip and collar. No way that man doesn't have that kink.

Mod is frothing at the mouth

He isn't into gagging as much as one would expect him too. Oh he totally is into it, but he perfers hearing your moans and pleas unfiltered as you try not to cum agaisnt his orders.

He has a big cock and we all know it. Thick at the base, the head a beautiful red hue, with this thick vein under it that feels good to run your tounge on. Curves slightly to the left. His balls are well rounded, and a bit heavy. Cums comes out pretty thick.

Loves watching you hump his leg to get off, though he might have to punish you to "behave" better.

He has so many toys for you, though getting a dildo of his own cock is a gift in itself and have to work for it. Plays with those vibrator with a remote, watching you squirm trying to find relief by squeezing your thighs as he presses the button for more power.

He's really fantastic with aftercare.

He gives you that hot kiss, tounge sucking when he presses his hips into you, cock hitting the spot that has you rocking into him for more.

He has custom lingerie made for you, the types that make you feel like the sexiest being in the world. This man will fuck the living daylights out of you.

Scratch his scalp, tug his hair makes him buck relentlessly in you.

#twisted wonderland #twst crewel #twst crowley #twst smut #dire crowley #divus crewel #dire crowley x reader #divus crewel x reader #fem reader insert #mod is feral

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megamindsecretlair · 10 months

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It's a Little Warm, Part 2

Cross posted on @megamindssecretlair

Pairing: Bucky x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. There is some kissing, unresolved tension! Mentions of private parts but really mild. Cursing. Mild age gap. Reader is late 20s and Bucky is mid 30s. Soft Bucky. Mild hurt/comfort. FLUFF. Part 2 of 5. Slow burn to smut though. Some sentences are intentional AAVE.

Summary: Sam Wilson is your play uncle and has invited you and Bucky to stay at a cabin with him, Sarah, and the kids. You enjoy a round of three-legged racing and football, trying to beat the heat.

Word Count: 3,365k

A/N: Ack, this was cute to write. Not beta'd or barely proof-read. Any mistakes are mine. If you enjoyed it, please let me know! While likes are awesome, please consider reblogging and commenting to support writers!

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“Okay, I think we’re going to start with the three-legged race,” Uncle Sam said. He squatted with a hat on the ground that had little scraps of paper that he wrote different games on. He held two pieces in his hand and studied each one as if he were deciding the fate of the universe.

“Any day now,” Bucky said and smirked.

Your stomach flipped. So far, you two remained cordial. No one would have suspected that you kissed him just that morning. You twisted your lips. The hell were you thinking? You knew better. He was a friggin’ Avenger. What did you think was going to happen?

“Man, shut up,” Uncle Sam but his smirk matched Bucky’s.

Aunt Sarah’s sons, AJ and Cass, ran around the small group chasing each other. You absently watched as they accidentally bumped into Bucky and murmured their apologies. Bucky smiled and waved them off.

He was sinfully dressed in another pair of jeans and boots and a black T-shirt. The oppressive heat of the early day had nothing on the heat that suffused you looking at the man. His stubble was growing even more and thanks to your wandering hands, you knew exactly how prickly he was.

Bucky licked his lips as he caught you staring. You offered him a soft smile and looked away. You wouldn’t pretend he wasn’t hot. But you got his message loud and clear. Paws off.

“Okay, three-legged race it is followed by some old-fashioned football. First to six wins so we beat some of the sun,” Uncle Sam said.

Aunt Sarah threw up her hands. “About time,” she said and shook her head.

“And he calls me old and slow,” Bucky said.

“Okay, enough of all that. So, to make it even, kinfolk, you’re with Bucky ‘cause you’re short as hell and it’ll put him at a disadvantage. Sarah, you take the baby, ya’ll are the same height. I’ll take Cass because he’s my roadie,” Uncle Sam said, pointing at everyone as he spoke their name.

Immediately, you and Aunt Sarah objected to his short jokes and his reasoning. “Why don’t you take the baby, Captain Birdman?” You asked, folding your arms across your chest. Perhaps your romper was the wrong choice today.

You thought you were being cute by wearing an olive green romper. You weren’t trying to rub your goodies in Bucky’s face, it was just that fucking hot. If you so happened to look irresistible, well, that was the Lord blessing you.

But you thought about crashing and burning all over the neat grass and pinched your lips. You would either get a bad burn, or grass stains all over your outfit.

“Because pipsqueaks gotta stick together,” Uncle Sam said and laughed at his own joke.

“I’m not a pipsqueak!” AJ yelled and pushed Uncle Sam. Uncle Sam pretended to fall over and held up his hands as if AJ was the stronger one. “Okay, okay, mercy!”

“Why don’t the girls stick together, you take the baby, and Bucky gets Cass?” You asked.

“Now kinfolk, I know you’re not suggesting that we play by arbitrary gender norms and stereotypes,” Uncle Sam said.

“Oh please. What, did you look up those words today?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’ve got a word-of-the-day calendar. It’s neat,” Uncle Sam countered.

“I don’t see why I don’t get Bucky, ya’ll team together, and the boys team up together,” Aunt Sarah said with a wink in your direction. Uncle Sam missed it as he frowned.

“Absolutely not!” He said.

Aunt Sarah smirked and crossed her arms. “It’s either me or her,” Aunt Sarah said.

“Why can’t we team with Mr. Bucky?” AJ asked.

“It’s just Bucky,” Bucky said.

Uncle Sam got on his knee to look AJ in the eyes. “The name of the game is winning at all costs. We gotta play to our strengths. Teaming with Bucky would make you uneven and he’d have to carry you, and that’s cheating. But, pairing you with your mom is perfect,” he explained.

“Do not teach him that!” Aunt Sarah said and laughed.

“How about you team with AJ, Sarah and Cass, and me and Y/N?” Bucky offered.

Before Uncle Sam could say something, you shook your head. “I still say my configuration was better. Or Aunt Sarah’s,” you said.

Bucky frowned at you but you refused to look at him. Aunt Sarah tilted her head at you as if you were crazy. You smiled at her, pretending not to notice her expression.

Uncle Sam laughed, ever the clueless idiot. “The sun is only getting hotter, so how about this: I’m going to write some numbers on paper and we all pick. Whoever you get is whoever you get,” he said.

“Even if I’m matched with Bucky?” Aunt Sarah asked.

Uncle Sam scowled but ultimately nodded. “You better not, is all I’m sayin’,” he mumbled. He jogged to the patio table where he plucked the journal and pen off of it. He wrote quickly and tore up the pieces. He returned and dumped the hat that had the games on it. He placed the new pieces of paper in it and mixed them up.

He motioned for everyone to pick and you prayed and prayed. Each person revealed their numbers. Aunt Sarah and Cass matched, Sam got AJ, which left you with…Bucky. You frowned as you stared at your number.

“That’s what I said!” Bucky said. Uncle Sam mumbled about a waste of time and being hot as hell as he put away the slips of paper, hat, and journal.

Bucky bumped his shoulder against yours. “Guess you’re stuck with me,” he said.

You felt your lips move but you weren’t convinced you were smiling. Bucky frowned but you were spared from any questions as Uncle Sam came around with ribbons.

“And don’t your old ass cheat neither!” Uncle Sam said.

“Thought didn’t even cross my mind,” Bucky said innocently. He snatched the ribbon out of Uncle Sam’s hands before you could.

He knelt down and wrapped the ribbon around his leg and then around yours. He tugged a little too hard and you were forced to lean against him, using his shoulders to catch your fall. He looked up at you and your heart beat so fast, you knew he had to hear it.

His eyes were so clear and blue, it was like looking into the ocean. He smirked and as he tied the ribbon, he slowly massaged your calf. You bit your lip to keep from moaning. All he was doing was rubbing it and he already had you ready to make embarrassing noises.

He placed a kiss on your thigh, not breaking eye contact. You gasped as he slowly stood up. He was too tall, way too tall for you. For a brief moment, you panicked. What the hell kind of game was he playing? He kisses you one minute, throws you out the next, and then plays these games?

“Put your arm around me,” he commanded softly. You already had your hand moving up to circle his waist before your mind caught up to you. You scowled at him.

He slid his fingers across your shoulders and lightly played with your nape as Uncle Sam explained the rules. You didn’t hear a fucking word. Bucky’s fingers were like magic, easing a mild headache.

You sighed as he worked his fingers and your mind drifted, imagining he was doing that in bed.

You worked in perfect sync, stepping together. You giggled as you watched Aunt Sarah in the lead, ahead of Uncle Sam. You didn’t care if you won, you just wanted Captain Superman to lose. No, that’s not it. Captain Planet. You snickered as you raced to the finish line.

“Go!” Uncle Sam called out. The three pairs took off half stumbling, half wiggling as you tried to get to the treeline. Bucky, being superhuman, did most of the work for you even with holding back. His grip was tight around you and you clung to his shirt trying to keep up.

“What’s so funny?” Bucky asked.

You shook your head as you laughed harder. You imagined Uncle Sam in blue paint, green hair, and spandex.

Aunt Sarah got to the tree first, followed by you, and then Uncle Sam. Aunt Sarah gloated and rubbed it in Uncle Sam’s face. He took the jokes in stride, sweat gathering on his head.

“Yeah, alright. We’ll see how tough you are when we get into this game. Pipsqueak, come help me set up the goals,” he said. He untied him and AJ, the latter playfully hitting his side for calling him pipsqueak.

“Come on, let’s get water for everyone,” Aunt Sarah said to Cass. She freed them as Bucky bent down to untie you.

“I’ll help!” You shouted. You winced at your tone. Aunt Sarah widened her eyes and nodded to Bucky. You mouthed “no”. Aunt Sarah mouthed, “why not?”

Bucky nipped your leg under pretense of having trouble with the knot he tied. You yelped and looked down at him. The smug bastard.

“Me and Cass, got it,” Aunt Sarah announced and scurried away before you could object more.

Bucky finally stood up and pulled you by your romper until you were closer to the tree. “I’m not a child,” you said and slapped his hand away.

“You’re acting like one,” he said.

“Excuse me?” You asked.

Bucky rubbed his chin and stretched out his neck. “What’s going on with you? You barely said anything to me today. And what was that thing earlier?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. You took a few deep breaths. “I’m just following your lead.”

Bucky scrunched up his face in the most adorable way. He tilted his head like a puppy and you fought the urge to scratch his head like one. You crossed your arms. Stupid, traitorous thoughts.

He licked his lips and looked down his nose at you. You silently sighed. You were so feral for this man, it wasn’t fair. In a minute, you’d have to go inside to change your panties.

“What lead, Y/N?” He asked.

“You…this morning,” you waved your hands. Did you really have to spell it out? He crossed his arms and waited for an answer.

“I threw myself at you and you told me to go upstairs. I thought…I mean, we’ve only known each other a day. I get it,” you said.

“You didn’t throw yourself at me. I kissed you back, remember?” He asked.

“Then why’d you make me go upstairs?” You asked.

“Did you really want to start screaming where everyone could hear you? Had we kept going, I would’ve bent you over the table,” he said.

You stared at him, your mouth slightly agape. The image flashed through your mind. You pictured him sliding up your shirt, shoving your panties aside, whipping out his dick over the waistband of his pants before sliding into you. With his strength, he would’ve gripped your thighs with the pressure you like. As if he were holding on for dear life.

You shook your head and cleared your throat. “Don’t…” you started, but don’t what?

Say things like that? Give you hope? You had tossed and turned all night reliving the kiss, the feel of his hands on you, and his stubble against your face. You imagined that he was sleeping like a baby across the hall, not concerned that he put you in knots.

“I ran through every single excuse not to run upstairs after you,” he said.

“Okay, let’s hear them then,” you said.

Bucky smirked. “Now?” He asked.

You looked to the side to watch Uncle Sam setting up posts with AJ. He had two set up and was working on the third. Aunt Sarah was by the cooler, picking out two water bottles and making Cass drink one.

“Uncle Sam’s gonna be done any minute now,” you said.

Bucky smiled and shook his head. He stepped closer to you. “You’re Sam’s niece,” he said.

“Play-niece. We’re not blood related,” you corrected.

“He’ll kill me,” he said.

“Captain Save-a-Ho wouldn’t hurt a fly,” you said.

“You’re younger than me,” he said. He sighed and he looked so weary.

“By a couple of years, big deal. We’re adults.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“No, I’m really older than you,” he said.

You stepped closer to him. “You were frozen for some of that. And I don’t see any wrinkles or…too much gray hair,” you said. You got on your tip-toes, pretending to look for gray hairs.

“Smart ass. I’m old fashioned,” he said.

“I’ve got an old soul,” you countered.

He shook his head and squinted at you. “You’re not making this easy,” he said.

“You’re the one who started kissing my thigh!”

You moved to push him away but he captured your hand and held it against his chest. “I don’t like when you ignore me,” he said softly.

“I didn’t ignore you,” you said. “I gave you an out. We can just stay friends.”

“We could. But I’m pretty sure the thoughts I have with you in that outfit are not friendly,” he said.

You blinked up at him. This was so far from what you imagined today to be like. You swore he would ignore you, treat you like glass, or worse…start treating you like Sam’s kid sister. Completely untouchable and unfuckable. Your heart raced as he stared you down. You could almost see those unholy thoughts.

He had you at a loss. Because you were mirroring those same nasty thoughts.

“Who’s ready to get spanked at football!” Uncle Sam called.

You bit your lip as you looked at Bucky. You leaned up and kissed him before licking his nose. “Come get spanked,” you said before moving out from under the tree.

Got damn, how was it so hot this early? You fanned yourself as you crossed the backyard. “You’re the one who’s gonna get a cherry red ass if you keep playing with me,” he said. He kept walking as you stopped and gaped at him.

Your pussy throbbed imagining bending over his knee as he spanked you. The heat seemed to double as you stood there.

“Come on, kinfolk!” Uncle Sam called to you.

You joined everyone else and Aunt Sarah hip bumped you. As Uncle Sam passed out the slips of paper, Cass passed you a water bottle. You held it to your head. You snuck a glance at Bucky. He smirked as he lifted the bottle and nearly drained it in one gulp. His Adam's apple bobbed as he did so and you pictured licking his neck.

“Saw that,” Aunt Sarah sang. You cleared your throat and looked at her. “You’re not as slick as you think you are,” you said.

Aunt Sarah laughed. “I’m just helping you both out. You’re both so clueless, it’s actually painful to watch,” she said.

“Shut up,” you said and laughed, drinking your own bottle. You could do something obscene with it, but there were children present.

You picked your numbers again. You were on a team with Aunt Sarah and Cass. Uncle Sam, Bucky, and AJ were on a team.

As the sun started to bare down, you all agreed to keep teasing to a minimum as you set up for playing. Without fail, Bucky ended up guarding you whenever you had the ball. His competitive ass wouldn’t let you get around him.

Cass snuck up behind him and grabbed him, telling you to go. You ran and ran to the goal line and scored. Your team celebrated as Bucky pretended to fuss.

You set up against each other again. Uncle Sam hiked the ball to AJ and Bucky picked him up and ran with him to the goal post. “That’s cheating!” You and Aunt Sarah called out.

“Is it? He got the ball across, looks fair to me,” Uncle Sam shrugged.

You had the ball on the next play. You faked Bucky out, making him stumble. You ran for the goal line. You saw it in front of you and started to get giddy. You actually did it!

Until, you were plucked off the ground, spun, and then knocked gently to the ground with Bucky cushioning your fall.

“Oh, that’s so not fair,” you laughed.

Bucky held your hips and smiled at you. “Oh, you have no idea how unfair I can get,” he said.

You slapped his shoulder before standing up too fast. The world tilted as your eyes rolled and your head grew fuzzy.

“Y/N?” Bucky caught you in his arms. You held just enough strength to keep from slipping on your ass in front of everyone.

Soon, everyone crowded around you asking questions. “I’m fine,” you panted.

You waved them away and tried to get out of Bucky’s arms. But he tightened his hold.

“It’s low iron. I promise, I’m fine,” you said. Bucky cupped your cheek and moved your head side to side gently. “Are you sure?”

“This is so embarrassing. I promise I’m fine,” you said.

“Where’s your pills? When did you last take one?” Uncle Sam demanded.

“I’m fine, Dad,” you said. You apologized to the kids for ruining their day.

“Get in the shade and cool off. You’re in the lead anyway,” he said and waved his hand.

You were about to protest when Bucky scooped you into his arms and started walking towards the house.

“Put me down!” You shrieked. You held on to his neck and he walked you into the house, without so much as a grunt. You were too far off the ground. What if you fell? What if he fell? What if he decided you were too heavy and let you fall?

Once inside, he kicked out the nearest chair with his boot and placed you on it.

“You can’t carry me like that!” You yelled.

“Where’s your pills?” He asked.

You twisted your lips. You opened it to claim that you were a big girl and therefore too heavy for him. But then remembered the serum and nearly laughed. But Bucky wasn’t in the mood for laughing.

“Stubborn doesn’t work on me, doll,” he said.

You sighed and deflated. “On my dresser,” you relented.

Bucky disappeared upstairs and came back down in record time. He handed you your iron supplement and then a bottle of water.

“Did you skip this today?” He asked.

You shrugged. “Might’ve been…a week?” You asked.

“A week!” Bucky yelled.

“If I eat meals with iron in it, I’m usually fine. We had so much damn red meat yesterday, I’m pretty sure I had meat sweats,” you said and shivered, attempting to lighten up the mood.

“Let me get this straight. You don’t like people doing things for you and you don’t like taking care of yourself? Pick a struggle,” he said.

You laughed. You couldn’t help it. You knew he didn’t mean it as a joke but he had been hanging around Black folk for way too long.

Bucky knelt beside you and grabbed your hands. “Hey, this is serious. Iron deficiency is serious,” he said.

You sobered up and looked at him, really looked at him. He was…scared for you? You immediately wanted to shut that thought down, but how else could you explain his behavior?

“I promise I’ll do better. Sometimes I can’t always tell when my iron is low,” you said.

Bucky nodded and blew out a breath. “I’ve got a lot of work to do,” he said.

“What does that mean?” You asked.

He smirked. “Oh, doll,” he said. He brought his hand up to stroke your cheek. You tilted your head into his hand, loving it.

“You need to keep your strength up for things I’m going to do to you,” he said.

You made a strangled noise and Bucky laughed. He leaned up and pressed his lips against yours. He was so warm, it was a stark contrast from the ice cold water you drank. He licked the seam of your lips before slowly pushing inside.

He kissed you slowly, reverently. When he pulled back, he winked. “Come on. The fun is just getting started.”

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megamindslair · 10 months

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It's a Little Warm, Part 2

Moving my fics to @megamindsecretlair

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. There is some kissing, unresolved tension! Bucky x Blackfem!reader. Plus Size Reader. Mentions of private parts but really mild. Cursing. Mild age gap. Reader is late 20s and Bucky is mid 30s. Soft Bucky. Mild hurt/comfort. FLUFF. Part 2 of ?, I don't know how long this will take to wrap up. Slow burn to smut though. Some sentences are intentional AAVE.

Summary: Sam Wilson is your play uncle and has invited you and Bucky to stay at a cabin with him, Sarah, and the kids. You enjoy a round of three-legged racing and football, trying to beat the heat.

Word Count: 3,365k

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