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[acesofspadess]

my birthday boy

apart of the AG5 universe

spending Lando's birthday at the MTC didn't stop Ace

warnings: heart-melting fluff, PDA, public-speaking (gross)

November 13

The weeks leading up to this day were definitely ones to forget. No one mentioned Brazil in the cosy apartment the papaya duo walked back into a few days later. Brazil was a shit-show, and they didn’t need to bring it all back up. Ace worked relentlessly to keep Lando away from the media, and al the negativity people felt the need to share. Ace didn;t care about what they said about her, this was Lando, her Lando, and she would do just about anything for him.

Monaco wasn’t big, but she did have to travel to the other end of the principality to visit her maman. She hadn’t seen her in weeks and needed some motherly time. She was slightly worried about leaving Lando, but she made sure Max started streaming again to keep him occupied. Lando was an adult, he lived by himself up until a year ago, and even though she knew what he was like before, she had faith he would still be okay… right?

“How’s your perri perri chicken from March pal?”

Wrong. She was glad she was watching the stream. She listened to him try and justify not using food before the best use date and she just shook her head. Why did she even let him keep that?

The next morning, she and her maman went grocery shopping for their house and when she got home and Lando saw her with bags he knew he was in trouble. 

“It is not a recommendation!” 

They hadn’t been home in three weeks, it was mildly understandable, but March? That was entirely Lando’s doing and she knew if he liked it, it would stay there. After a few more days of relaxing, streaming, and making Lando eat properly, they had to fly to the MTC. 

Now Ace loved birthdays, even if Lando didn;t want to celebrate, Ace would make him. So she made a few arrangements and after all the seriousness of the day had passed,and Ace and Lando were getting ready to 'leave’ and walking down the boulevard, a chorus of ‘happy birthday’ was being sung and Lando flipped his head to Aces who already had her phone up. 

He let go of her hand to hide his very smiley face as he walked a little ahead of her. The cake had a picture of his best moments over the top of it and a 2 and 5 candle on the top middle. “Alright make a wish.” Ace called from behind her phone. He closed his eyes and paused before blowing out the candle, making everyone applaud and cheer.

“You’ll hate me for this but…” she said and Lando tried to cover her mouth but she got her words out quickly,” …you have to make a speech.” Ace egged on and he side eyed her making those who saw him laugh. “If I'm being forced to…” He looked at her again. “I just want to say thank you for an incredible year, there've been some ups and downs but we’ve gotten through them and I wouldn’t want to do it with any other people by my side. Thank you all and here's to many more papaya birthdays.” He said with hands pressed together and bowing and thanking everyone around him.

He turned to Ace and hugged her waist tightly, making her almost drop her phone. “I love you so much, baby,” he whispered against her lips.

“I love you too, mon cœur,” she giggled, kissing him softly.

“Come on,” she said, tugging his hand, making him look confused. “You didn’t think this was it, did you?”

He chuckled before shaking his head. “How could I ever?”

Ace’s eyes sparkled mischievously as she led him out of the MTC. The gleam of polished floors reflected the overhead lights, and the soft hum of engineers wrapping up their day added to the atmosphere. Lando walked in step with her, fingers intertwined, his curiosity piqued.

“Where are we going?” Lando’s voice had that familiar playful lilt that always made her smile.

“You’ll see,” she replied, glancing back with a grin.

The crisp autumn air greeted them as they stepped outside. Ace glanced at the silver sky slowly turning shades of lavender and gold as the sun set behind the rolling fields.

“Baby, what—” he began, but she just squeezed his hand and guided him towards the passenger side.

“Trust me,” she said, opening the door for him. Lando slid into the seat with a mixture of excitement and puzzlement.

Once they were both settled, Ace revved the engine, the sound of power humming beneath them as they took off down the winding country roads. Lando watched the scenery blur by, the anticipation building in his chest.

“Okay, you’ve got to give me a hint,” he finally said, turning to look at her.

“Nope,” she said, popping the “p”. “You’re just going to have to be patient, Mr. Norris.”

“Patience isn’t exactly my strong suit,” he joked, letting out a playful sigh.

“I know,” Ace teased, glancing at him with a raised eyebrow. “But it’ll be worth it, I promise.”

“If you say so,” he said, pretending to pout. Ace laughed, reaching over to give his hand a quick squeeze.

After a few more minutes of playful banter and teasing guesses, Ace pulled into a small, cosy restaurant nestled at the edge of town. The warm glow from the windows and the scent of freshly baked bread filled the air as they stepped inside.

“Happy birthday,” she whispered as the host guided them to a table by the window, candles flickering gently.

Lando’s eyes softened. “This is perfect,” he said, reaching for her hand across the table.

“You deserve a night that’s all about you,” Ace said, her voice warm. “No engines, no track, just us.”

“And good food,” Lando added with a wink.

Their meals arrived, and soon enough, laughter and stories filled the space between them. Ace recounted a memory from one of their first races together.

“And then you said, ‘It’s just a little rain, Ace!’” she mimicked his voice, eyes bright with amusement.

Lando groaned, laughing. “I remember! I thought you were going to throw your helmet at me.”

“I almost did,” she said, leaning forward, her smile softening as she looked at him. “But you’re worth a little chaos.”

“A little?” Lando raised his eyebrows. “Try a lot. You’re competitive, remember?”

“Oh, I remember,” Ace said, narrowing her eyes playfully. “And don’t you forget it.”

They ate slowly, savouring each dish. Lando took a bite of his dessert, eyes lighting up. “This is so good,” he said, gesturing with his spoon. “You’ve really outdone yourself.”

“Only the best for you,” Ace replied, her voice a tender melody.

“You spoil me,” he said, pretending to scold her.

“Not nearly enough,” she countered, smirking.

After dinner, they made their way back to their shared apartment. The soft light of the living room lamps illuminated the space, casting a cozy glow over the photos and mementos that marked their journey together. Lando slipped off his shoes, stretching out with a contented sigh. Before he could say anything, Ace stood in front of him, holding a small, wrapped box.

“What’s this?” he asked, eyes wide.

“Open it,” she encouraged, crossing her arms and watching his expression closely.

Lando tore at the paper, revealing a set of sleek keys with a familiar horse- a Ferrari key. His mouth dropped open, and he looked up at Ace, disbelief mingling with sheer joy.

“No way,” he breathed. “Ace, you didn’t—”

“I did,” she said highly pitched in excitment. “I know how much you’ve been dreaming about it. Consider it a thank-you for every smile, every kiss, every moment.”

Lando surged forward, merging his lips with her own. “You’re incredible,” he whispered into her hair, voice thick with emotion. “This is... more than I could ever ask for.”

“You deserve it,” she said softly, brushing her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. They stayed like that for a moment, the quiet of their home holding the weight of their love.

“I can’t wait to go home now. Drive around for hours.” Lando finally said, eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Of course you can’t,” Ace said, laughter bubbling up. “We’ll make a whole day of it.”

“Deal,” Lando said, his voice softening. “But first, can we just stay like this a little longer?”

“For as long as you want,” she replied, resting her head against his shoulder.

“Best birthday ever,” Lando murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple, as their world, for tonight, felt beautifully complete.

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{M.A.N.K.I.N} ~ Y O H & (A c e-spec!) M A N T A “P A P E R C U T”

Short Summary:

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"--Right B E N E A T H--" Warning: Contains spoiler for Yoh vs Faust {O.G. Series} - The fight is a bit graphic, (no actual blood in this ver. but) Please be careful watching by the middle. (There is a happy end however!)

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[hoshigray]

Could you maybe do the jjk men with a brat reader?

˚₊‧꒰ა !! BRA✮T✮AMER !! ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ | jjk men

✿꫶ ᩨkento, satoru, suguru, sukuna & toji × taming their bratty baby

contents: JJK men x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - size differences - brat taming - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (m! receiving) - manhandling - shibari; rope bondage - sex toys - impact play (p + a slapping) - Daddy kink - overstimulation - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up, or get tf up) - more stuff specified in their respective perspectives - mentions of drool/spit, pain, and tears.

word count: 3.8k

a. note: my first multi-chara post to celebrate 10k, yippeee!! lmk how i did ( •◡-)-✩

── ✿ Nanami Kento ⋮ sex in a public space; office room - thigh riding - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (pressing and pinching) - orgasm denial - pet names (baby, [my] love, sweetpea).

“Taaahhh, Kentooo, more, mooore…”

All you had to do was be good, not cause too much trouble for your boyfriend in his place of work, and be patient.

So why does your man have to pull you aside to one of the offices of Jujutsu Tech to correct you?

“You’re not supposed to be enjoying yourself, love. Especially after that stunt you pulled a few minutes ago.”

Nanami pressed you against a wall, his arms caging you and a leg between yours. After a rather inappropriate display of affection, you had showcased to one of the faculty members he was speaking with–poor Ijichi–he grabbed your wrist and stormed inside to find the quietest area to deal with you. What is supposed to be a talk on your childish antics turned into…you riding his thigh?

He doesn’t know why or how it happened; one moment, he was lecturing you on how indecent your behavior was (in a school, no less!), and then he watched your attention drift downward, away from his chocolate eyes to the tan pants. Your hips slowly come to and fro, sliding your groin on the hard surface of his thigh. He catches on after the third or fourth thrust, the tone of this conversation dialing to a more intimate connotation. 

Your hands grab hold of his blazer, shaky huffs escaping your lips. “Ohhh, Kentooo,” you purr with a bitten lip. “You feel so good…”

“Is this what you wanted?” The blonde man comes to your ear to whisper and shivers crawl up your spine as you nod. He brings a hand to cup and squish your cheeks. “But explain why you were playing with my belt in front of my peers, my love?”

“Because,” you drop your head on his chest, the rhythm ace of your hips going a bit faster. “You're supposed to—Mmmm!—give me…attention.” 

“Yeah?” He chews on your ear, and a soft gasp exits your mouth. “Doesn’t mean you have to do stuff like that, honey; it makes me look bad.”

You giggled. “You know how much I love to see your reactions, babe. It’s funny—Eeyaah!”

“Well, I’m not laughing,” Nanami’s hand glided down to your skirt, lifting it to touch your groin covered by underwear, and it’s not surprising to feel a damp spot getting wetter. “I’ve told you multiple times to be patient.”

“I…I–I can’t help it!” He shushes you as your voice gets a bit louder, but that’s expected when his thick fingers press hard on your clit. “Whenever I’m with you, I want to be the—fuck—the only thing you care about…”

Nanami kisses your cheek faintly, and you melt to the kiss as his fingers slither inside your panties. “You know I always care about you,” his middle finger teasing your labia and getting covered by your slick. “And when it’s just us two, I always know how to treat you right, huh?”

“Yessss,” you sigh heavenly; the feel of his digit teasing your entrance have you giddy, and his thumb brushing and pressing up on your clit makes you jitter. “Ohhh, Ken, right there…”

“What’s that, sweetpea?” He gently pinches your bud with his thumb and fore, and you grip his blazer as reins. “Want me to care for my baby like I know how?” You slam your lips onto his; he groans and permits the kiss, sucking on your tongue while his fingers curl and erupt moans of pleasure for him to drink. You separate to pant heavily, and he says: “Tell me, my love.”

Oh, God, yes! The bucks of your hips get faster. “Yess, pleaseee…!”

He huffs with a tiny smile. “Well, not right now.”

….Huh?

Nanami removes his fingers from your skirt and immediately removes himself from you, wiping your essence with his tongue and handkerchief. “Like I said, you must be patient to get what you want.”

Wait, huh?!? “W-Wait a minute, we were,” you watch him walk to the office door. “Just getting…started.”

“I know; I gave you a small taste of what’s to come after my meeting,” he opens the sliding door. “Until then, stay here and be good like I told you.”

“Hold on—Kento, stop!” Before he leaves, Nanami gives you a smirk, a tiny sign of victory on his part. And with the close of the door, you groan out loud for all the people of the school to hear.

── ✿ Gojō Satoru ⋮ oral (f! receiving) - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (licking + sucking) - multiple orgasms - overstimulation - pet names (angel, baby, princess, sweetie) - mention of drool/spit.

“Haaaahshiiiit! Ahhhh, ‘Toruuu, shtop iiiit!!”

“Mmphaa—fucking God, you taste so fucking good, angel.”

Gojo is just as childish as you—don’t let the height and the intimidating aura fool you, motherfucker is a literal overgrown child. When he needs to be serious, he will deliver as the strongest sorcerer of the modern era, and his confidence and indestructible arrogance are what aid him in flying through his enemies or people who wrongfully think they can try to control him.

And that also goes for you, his little cute brat of a crybaby.

“Sat’ruuuu, don’t suck so h—Aaaahh!!”

You loved to play fire with fire with your tall boyfriend, both harboring an ego that clashes periodically. You never want to make it easy for him; he’s the strongest, after all—he should be able to handle you! For example, one thing that Gojo can’t stand when he’s with you is ignoring him. You want to get him really on his nerves? Just ignore him as best as you can! And that’s what you did, walking around your shared apartment, not coming to him when he calls or listening to music on full blast while scrolling on your phone until he snatches it off your head.

Or–and this is the best–moving away from him whenever he’s affectionate towards you. Oh, it messes with his head! He puts an arm around you? Scoot out of his reach. Wants to hold hands with you? Nonchalantly remove yours and act like you’re checking your nails. Pulling you in for a hug and kiss? Suck your teeth and put your hand on his expecting lips, and move somewhere else to really add salt to the wound.

It leaves him shellshock, gawking at your figure walking away from him—and you know his expressions must be golden. But he’s not dumb—he knows what game you’re playing. And, most certainly, two can play that game. 

“Gaahhh, nnnhh, y-yo’r tongue—Ghhhh!”

Gojo knows you’re putting him through this trivial hell for your enjoyment because he’ll come crawling right back to you for attention. And he will…and he’ll do it in a manner you hadn’t envisaged tenfold.

He pulled you by the legs on the living room couch, hearing you giggle as he stripped you off your leggings and underwear. It started small—kisses and light nibbles on your inner thighs, spreading your legs for access. You peer down to his snow-haired head, grinning in triumph as you finally get what you want.

However…there’s a catch.

Gojo’s tongue feverishly tongues you down, nestling the wet muscle in between the lips of your labia. His saliva and your come blend with the swishes of his tongue and is then sucked into his mouth. Your body quakes from the commotion of your boyfriend eating you out so ceaselessly, his nose bumping into the hood of your clitoris.

“Fuuuck, baby, you taste too good!”

 “‘Toru, stop iiit, it’s too muuuch!” You shake your head that’s pounding relentlessly. “I came three times already!”

“Ehhh, but this is what you wanted, right?” He loves the way you shudder as he licks and flicks your clit. “Wanted me to treat you like a princess, huh?”

You writhe as he blows and spits on your messy cunt, yet the hands on the back of your knees keep you aground to the couch. “Nnnmph, n–not like thisss, one was enough—I’m gonna break…!” You nearly choke on your drool as Gojo sucks on your clit roughly. “D-Don’t…! Fuuuhuhuuck…!!”

The white-headed man lifts his face to look at you, watching your expressions and wailing cries as he stuffs his fingers to please you. “Awww, what’s wrong, sweetie?” The blunt of his fingertips scraping your texture has you moaning aloud. “Think you’ll cum again?” 

You babble and nod so frantically; God, you were too adorable for him.

“Mmmm, I don’t know,” the sing-song tune meant to patronize as Gojo’s fingers go faster. “I’m still kinda hurt you avoided five of my kisses today,” he returns his face to your chasm. “But if you can cum for me five times, all is forgiven, princess~.”

“Bu–But I can’t…!” Teeth find your bottom lip to chew once he stuffs his mouth back onto you, latching his lips to slurp more of your fluids with a firm hold on your knees. “I’ll breaaaak…!”

“That’s exactly what I want!”

── ✿ Getō Suguru ⋮ shibari; rope bondage (boxtie) - fingering (f! receiving) - sex toy; clit vibrator - finger sucking - clitoral play - overstimulation - pet names (baby, pumpkin, sweetie).

Do you really think a man who raised two girls on his own doesn’t know how to handle a minx like you?

“Hahhhh, ohmyG—Mmmph! Suguru, pleaseee—“

“Shhh, quiet, baby. Or they might hear you.”

Let’s be honest with ourselves—if anything, he likes it when you try him like this.

If Gojo was overgrown child #1, then Geto is second in proclaiming that title. However, unlike Gojo, he’s not going to come to your level and try to one-up you in your game—no, no, no; that’s not his style of play. Instead, Geto aims to bring you down from your high horse and humble you.

You experience it firsthand after trying to badmouth him earlier, calling him some stupid nicknames that aren’t appropriate for his cult members to hear, doing or going places you were told not to, or whining at him for attending to his activities rather than spending time with you as he promised. You are supposed to be his top priority, and, to your dismay, you are not being top prioritized now. Hmph! 

Of course, Geto is witness to your little tantrum, letting your childish nature reign supreme until he has the availability to deal with you. And when he does deals with you—

“Ughhh!! Fffshiiit, d-don’t doo that!!”

He deals with you.

Now you’re in his quarters, stripped from your flared mini-skirt and your hands tied behind your back with shibari rope. Your back to his chest, vulnerable to him as he gropes your chest with one hand, the other in between your spread legs, fingers playing with your leaking cunt. Fingertips rub on surfaces you can’t reach, and you can’t help but release your cries.

He chuckles as you writhe from the rough tweeze of your nipple. “You’re such a handful, you know that?” His hand leaves your shirt to toy with the blindfold that shields your eyes. “Just can’t behave and make things easier for me, can you?” 

“Mmmm—ohhshiiit,” you throw your head after a curl to your upper vaginal wall. “…J-Just because you tell me to do something, doesn’t mean I’ll—ohhh!—do it…!”

“And you wonder why you’re in this predicament.” Geto then grabs the small remote sitting idly by his side, presses a button, and the moan you let out grows predictably louder. “Woah, that’s a nice sound!”

The vibrator that’s held by your panties stimulates the sensitivity of your clitoris, having you gasp and wail from the intensity and your legs wanting to close. This is impossible as Geto’s ankles keep your feet apart; your feeble attempts to squirm out of his proximity only farce him. “Don’t try and run now, sweetie. Gotta stay still to correct your behavior.”

“—Nnnaaa, ahaha, correct me?” You titter in pants, moving your face to peer at your lover with innocent doe eyes. “You wouldn’t punish…me, your sweet babygirl, right?” 

The narrowness of his violent eyes, paired with the broad smirk, has you clamping onto his digits like crazy. Geto sighs as he removes his hand from your aching slit, your fluids coating his slender fingers before she shoves them inside your mouth. “Look at you trying to act sweet now,” you lather his fingers with your tongue, sucking on them and tasting your excess come. “We haven’t even gotten to the real punishment yet, but you’re already crying.”

Your hips sway voluntarily, your ass purposely grinding on his groin. “D-Do it, then! I’m not scared—Daaah!!” Geto removes his hand from your lips to travel back down, pressing on your panties to have the vibrating clit toy overwhelm your senses.

“Heh, bet you can’t even last five minutes in, pumpkin.” He grinds the vibrator on your clit more.

“Nnmph! Make that ten!”

He scoffs. “We’ll see.”

── ✿ Ryōmen Sukuna ⋮ size difference (true form! kuna) - double penetration; anal and vaginal - eagle position - degradation - clitoral play (pinching) - impact play; pussy slaps - choking - unprotected sex - pet names (little toy, pet) - mention of pain and tears.

“—Haahhh, fuuuck—Aaaaht!”

“Shut the fuck up, little shit. You even scream like a fuck toy.”

Oh, to be a brat to the King of Curses. Indeed, you have a death wish.

Not only is Sukuna the powerful curse user of Jujutsu history, but he is also the most selfish, egotistical, and vilest man ever to walk on this Earth. People and curses around him know better than to challenge his standing, knowing that they’d end up in minced pieces or beheaded in their first step. It is that fearful respect that Sukuna feeds on, besides cutting down on those who absurdly test him.

And you, his little consort, tested him the worst of all.

One thing that Sukuna fancies about you is your independence; it’s the thing that had him curious about you in the first place—it beats someone clinging onto him and seeking comfort in his personal space. The problem, however, is how that said independence has its faults. For his life, no one in this rotating globe has found joy in pushing the giant cursed man’s buttons other than you. In his philosophy, when Sukuna commands–never asks–to do something, nothing is expected outside of doing simply that. 

He does not expect the “Nah, don’t wanna”s, the “I’m busy, ask someone else,” or worse: “Ever heard of please, big buy? Oh! Better yet, how about begging me to do it~?”

Infuriating is the best word to describe having to deal with you. Your only saving grace is that he treasures and finds use in your presence; if not, your blood would be seeping down to the bedrock.

…However, that doesn’t mean he won’t pin you down and teach you a lesson if necessary. After all, he eats people for less.

So here you were, back on the futon while your legs were propped up by Sukuna’s upper arms, all of your clothes scattered around the tatami flooring surrounding the room, and sweat decorating your hot skin. 

Your hands find purchase on his massive thighs as he bullies one of his fat cocks into your asshole; the sheer girth of him is enough for your eyes to run for the ceiling. “Daaahh, hooohshit, i’m ‘o fuuull…!”

“Hmph,” the four-eyed man scoffs at your comment, watching your expression contort to pitiful euphoria. “Fucking pet, the only thing you can think about is dick.” He slams his hips, roughly smacking your ass and scraping the walls of your rear channel with the tip of his cock. “Too stubborn to even follow what I tell you to do.”

The mouth of his stomach licks your tummy. “Mmmm, w-who pulled your pants up a notch?” You dare flash a smile at him during this, yet it withers away when the forefinger and thumb of his lower left hand find your clitoris and give it a pinch.

“Still got enough spark to talk back, huh?” The digits roughly squeeze your sensitive bud and only have you screaming louder and your anus puckering on his length tighter. “Hnngh...Just doing things I tell you when you want to,” another snap of his hips causes a howl, along with another nip to your clit. “But when it comes to this, you’re a real submissive tool, hmm?... Oi, I’m talking to you.” 

Sukuna slaps your cunt—and he slaps it hard—the impact has your eyes shot wide and cry out from the pain flourishing. “Nnnfff! F-Fuck…I only listen to you when it benefits me!”

“You never listen to me.”

You giggle wickedly with tearful eyes. “That’s the point.”

Maroon orbs narrow with the growth of an evil grin. “Fucking whore,” you earned yourself another smack of the palm on your chasm. 

“—Ffffuuhuuck!!” Your head is thrown back to the sole pillow you lay on, your small frame overshadowed by his gigantic size. “I’m so clooose…gonna cuuum…”

Another slap. “What makes you think I’d let you cum?”

Your face returns to look at him with a bitten lip, eyes fierce yet playful. “Because I fucking said I so!” Oh, fuck did that reply tickle something in Sukuna, a guttural chuckle sneaking up on him. 

He switches his upper right arm with the lower right to grab your neck. Your tiny fingers come to his wrist as the crook of his thumb is enough to add weight to your windpipe, yet your hazy smile refuses to leave your face. “Your say so means nothing to me. You will cum when I say so, little toy. Is that clear?” 

Your resilience is still present in your eyes, but you’re smart enough to know you should comply. You nod slowly, and the grip on your throat loosens a bit. Sukuna then silently moves his lower left hand to guide the top of his dual cock, kissing your aching folds. The hand on your throat grabs for your cheeks to keep your face on him—he likes to watch what happens once he inserts inside you. Your eyes roll with tears striking down, your mouth goes agape to the push of his cockhead, and the silent shriek at the addition of his second cock nestling within you all has him snicker malevolently.

“Pathetic.”

── ✿ Fushiguro Tōji ⋮ manhandling - restricted movement - oral (m! receiving) - Daddy kink - backshots/leapfrog position - impact play; spanking - unprotected sex - pet names (baby, babygirl, mama) - cervix-fucking - creampies - mention of pain and spit/drool.

“Ohhh! Ohh! D-Daddy, it huuurts—Shaaaah!!”

“Gonna keep hurtin’ more if you don’t quit squirmin’ like that.”

Toji is one motherfucker who knows how to deal with brats; like Sukuna, he gets a kick out of it. So, someone like you who likes to cross a line with him? He’s just waiting for you to give him the chance.

That chance came today when you really wanted to try him. You always had a big mouth on you—something that humored the older man more frequently than not. Walking up and down saying shit that tries to tick him off because, he knows, that’s what you want: to get a rise out of him. And sometimes he’d brush it off, not buying into your bullshit or saying, “Don’t talk big unless y’re tryin’ to learn.” 

Nevertheless, there are times when that big mouth of yours felt like you did want to learn. You opened your mouth earlier, telling how you’d take whatever hell he’d give you without problem. The first sign was a single eyebrow raised as he sipped his coffee, yet you still pushed on, giving him the rundown on how you were ready. He scoffed and retorted. “No, y’re not.” His nonchalant tone sparked you to keep pressing him on, only for him to send a tiny glare. “I’m tellin’ you; y’re not ready.”

But you never knew when to quit, giving your signature smug grin as you walked towards him. “Why, too scared? Don’t think I can handle you?” He says nothing, letting you dig your own grave. “Guess I should find a real man who isn’t afraid to prove me wrong.”

It wouldn’t be befitting as your partner for him not to take the bait. If there’s one thing Toji loves to do, it’s screwing that humble lesson into your thick skull…with the help of his cock. 

Toji smacks your bare ass harshly, erupting a sharp cry from your drooling lips. “C’mon, baby, what happened to that bigass ego of y’rs?”

So…fucking big! It was borderline embarrassing–pathetically so–to act like this. You were going through the absolute most you swore you could handle. Now, you’re stuffing your face into the pillow, your arms pulled to your back and caught by your wrists by a firm hand, ass propped up for Toji to roughly play and plow with.

His girth was surreal; the stretch was beyond words to describe and overwhelming to experience. You mouth seeping incoherent words that can’t be pieced together. Toes curl as the girthy limb in your chasm stretches you out like crazy. And your eyes water from yet another slap on your ass, Toji’s fingernails pinching the skin. “Ghh—ahhaaa, shtoop iiiit!”

“Shtooop iiiit,” he mocks with a dark snicker. “Stop what? Y’re the one who wanted this, right?” He pistons hard, and the raunchy sound of skin smacking onto skin fills the room. The white come that slides out with every push decorated his dick with a white, soapy ring. “Wanted to be filled to the brim and smack around like a bitch in heat, huh, babygirl?”

“Daddyyyy,” you wail, spit rolling out your puffy lips. “T’oo muuuch! I-I can’t take it…!”

“Oh no, we’re way past tapping out now, mama.” Toji’s hips go erratic, and the hold on your wrists grows tighter. “Told you, don’t talk big game if y’re just gonna cry and act like a baby.”

Fuuuck, I can’t!! The hot pain stings your asscheeks, getting worse with every snap of his pelvis. Toji was too much, stretching your velvety walls so badly yet ecstatically good, bringing your face up with just his fingers pulling your mouth and jackhammering his girth so deep inside you. You hiccup to every graze of your G-spot, sounding so dumb with how you’re squealing.

“OhhhhJesus, Daddy, please, I’m sorry,” you plead; that’s all you could do while being fucked out of your mind like a toy. More spanks to your butt threaten more tears to fall off your face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!!“

“Hmmph, if y’re so sorry, why ya clenchin’ me so tight, huh?” His hand releases your wrists, adding more of his weight on you by pinning you down by the shoulders. The move creates more babbles to escape your mouth and your brain to go mush. “Y’re not sorry f’r shit!”

And to tell the truth, Toji was right. He’s so good at making your body feel good that this had you at an all-time high, your gummy walls contracting around him as you grip the satin sheets in euphoria. Shivers crawl through your frame as he pokes your womb with accuracy, words sputtering in an obscure fashion.

“Hoooohshiiit, fuuck, I-I’m, I’mmm…!!” There’s no room for you to warn him; he doesn’t give you that chance. He pushes your face to the pillow as he keeps pounding you until he reaches climax, spilling his semen into you for the third time that night. But he doesn’t stop until you get off your high, jabbing your cervix so that it has your head battering like a storm. Finally, you let loose and succumb to your orgasm, your vagina clamping onto him as you experience the most Earth-shattering shocks of your life. 

Toji hisses with a deep sigh, finally allowing his waist to rest and slowly removing his length out of your quaking figure. But he doesn’t permit you the 

same courtesy, grabbing you by the scruff of your neck to slap his dick on your cheek. “Suck it clean.”

Your visage, in a complete haze, come slides out of your cunt and messes up the sheets beneath you. Yet, you titter with an aimless smile and take in his cock with a hum. 

“That’s it, mama, atta girl.”

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[faebaex]

TWST Characters - Big Spoon or Little Spoon?

author note: don't ask me what provoked this, i'm writing these silly little headcanons so that i can get it out of my head so i can write the things i'm supposed to be writing! forgive me for my slowness (｡T ω T｡)

characters: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw & Octavinelle

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts

Little spoon who thinks he is a big spoon

He will try being both the big spoon and the little spoon respectively

But in his ACADEMIC opinion, he will declare that he is the big spoon

But despite how he insists that he is the big spoon, most nights he ends up falling asleep in your arms

If he wakes up in the middle of the night he’ll groggily try to rearrange but it doesn’t always work

Don’t tease him about it, sometimes he just needs the comfort of being held

Little spoon in denial basically

Ace Trappola

Silly straw who thinks he is a big spoon

No fr this guy will posture and insist that he is 100% big spoon material

But then as SOON as he falls asleep, he’s snoring and throwing his arms around and wiggling around, tossing and turning

Man will NOT keep still

The amount of times you’ve kicked him out of bed bc he keeps waking you up with his flailing

Rarely you’ll get a night where you comfortably sleep with him as the big spoon but don’t get used to it

Deuce Spade

Respectable big spoon

Probably one of the most comfortable people to sleep with

Will cuddle you well enough that you feel soothed but not tight enough that you can’t slip out if you want/need to

Always makes sure you’re comfortable, probably to the extent that you have to tell him to stop fretting

Good boy, 10/10

Cater Diamond

Undeniable little spoon

There is no doubt, just hold him pls

His favourite position is with his back to you bc he prefers it if you can’t see his face

Can’t have you seeing him vulnerable instead of his usual silly, goofy persona

Sometimes tho he’ll lay his head against your chest and you’ll have a little moment together

But don’t mention it otherwise he won’t do it again

Trey Clover

Big spoon

As if there was ever any doubt

He actually really likes spooning, he likes the intimacy

He likes the feel of your heartbeat and being able to stroke a hand through your hair or watch you as you sleep

Plus it is easy for him to slip into bed next to you if he’s stayed up late to finish baking

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar

Big spoon but only because he treats you like a living pillow

I mean let’s be real all this man does is sleep

So there is no way that you will be anything but the little spoon here

He’ll think its funny if you try to be the big spoon and then just push you underneath him and resume business as usual

Spooning with Leona is either incredibly comfortable or the most uncomfortable sleep you’ve ever had – there is no in-between

He pretends not to care if you voice any discomfort but genuinely will try to be more attentive in future

Jack Howl

Big spoon

But he goes to bed sooo early so you don’t always get to cuddle

Sometimes when you sneak into bed he’ll roll over and engulf you in his arms

As if he sensed you in his sleep

But other times Jack sleeps like a rock

So its kind of hit and miss

But when you do get to spoon, it feels like you are encompassed in a huge, never-ending hug

It may even be tempting enough for you to become a morning person, if you’re not already

Ruggie Bucchi

Little spoon 100%

My man just likes to cuddle up after a long day of making thaumarks and running around taking care of Leona

So there is nothing he loves more than snuggling into your chest or side and passing out

Plus being the little spoon makes it a tiny bit easier to slip out in the morning when he has to do one of his early morning jobs or get Leona's breakfast ready

Plus plus having you there makes his bed feel just that little bit more comforting :)

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

Little spoon who thinks he is a big spoon #2

You’ll fall asleep with him being the big spoon but you always ALWAYS wake up with him somehow in the little spoon position with his arms and legs wrapped around you

Will insist this is a misunderstanding and that he slipped bc he’s still not used to beds yet

He actually loves nothing more than burying his face into your chest and feeling nice and safe

Nevertheless he will go to the grave insisting that he is the big spoon

The biggest little spoon in denial, no one compares

Jade Leech

Big spoon

The only time he is a little spoon is when he gets too excited about mushrooms or something and needs to calm down while you stroke his hair

Otherwise he is a big spoon through and through

Thing is though, his grip is TOO strong

Once you make the decision to spoon with him, there is no escape

His arms will be wrapped so tightly around your waist that you can’t even more an inch away from him

He has absolutely no remorse about it either the next morning, he’ll just give you his little closed eye smile and be all ‘whoops’ but hold you just as tight the next time

Floyd Leech

Hear me out, hear me out

100% a little spoon

He gives off big spoon energy but actually prefers to wrap himself around you and have you hold him and play with his hair and give him back scratches

Be careful if he’s in a silly goofy mood though because he’ll start nipping at you

Thinks its hilarious when you’re relaxing and you suddenly yelp bc he’s nipped at your side

But usually he behaves himself bc sometimes he’s a little touch starved so he really likes it when you hold him

[scary-grace]

blind date (shigaraki x reader)

After endless failed attempts to help Tomura up his game, his friends have settled on their last resort: A blind date. Even before you show up, it's not going well. No quirks AU, 2k words.

this was originally in the x reader lovers community, but I figured I'd release it into the wild as well!

Part 1 Part 2

Part 1

Tomura gets being a little late. “A little late” is practically his middle name. He waits until the last minute to do almost everything, and that means any complications mean he’s running behind. Hypocrisy pisses him off so much that he tries to avoid it all costs, so that means he has to put up with it without bitching when somebody else is a little late, too.

Except half an hour isn’t a just a little late for anything, let alone a blind date Tomura didn’t want to go on in the first place. He’s been waiting outside the bar you were supposed to meet at for half an hour, and he’s pissed.

“That’s it,” he says after the eighteenth time a woman his age has walked past and hasn’t been you, whatever the hell you look like. “I’m out of here.”

“Just a little longer, honey,” Magne says. She’s smiling, but she’s also got her arm around Tomura’s shoulders, and if she squeezes any harder, Tomura’s going to pop like a balloon. “She’ll be here.”

“No, she won’t.” Tomura crosses his arms over his chest, tucking his hands in so nothing will bite them. They’re on the waterfront, in the summer, and there are insects everywhere. Whose dumb idea was this? “You showed her a photo of me and she changed her mind.”

“It’s a blind date,” Magne says. Like Tomura’s supposed to know what that means. “She doesn’t know what you look like, either. That’s why you have to stay right here and keep wearing that baseball hat. Otherwise she won’t know it’s you.”

Tomura hates the hat. Right now he hates everything. “So she got here on time, saw me, and left. Can I go?”

Magne shakes her head. “You promised you’d try.”

“I showed up. I waited for fucking half an hour. I’ve tried.” Tomura finally shoves Magne’s arm off his shoulders. “I’m done.”

Tomura wishes he could say he didn’t know how he got here, except he does. One of his friends is getting married, and there’s supposed to be a wild bachelor weekend in Vegas, one last blast of stupid before settling down. Most of the groomsmen are planning to hook up with as many people as possible, and that’s where the problems start. According to his friends, Tomura has no game. Zero game. Negative one hundred game. If he was rolling for his game stat, it would be a critical failure – and none of his friends want to babysit him when they could be getting laid.

Tomura wouldn’t want to babysit when he could be getting laid, either. His solution was to skip the bachelor weekend and just show up for the wedding in his stupid rented suit. But apparently his friends really want him to come to the party, and they decided that what he needed was to get some practice in before the trip. Which means that for the last month, Tomura’s spent every Friday night and weekend getting dragged through his own personal hell.

They made him try dating apps, which were a disaster, even though Tomura let Toga set up his profile and make the first move. Then they tried traditional online dating, which also sucked, because Tomura’s too picky and other people have standards. Hanging out in bars and clubs worked exactly how it’s always worked – it doesn’t – and when Dabi pulled out the big guns and dragged Tomura to the sex club where he met his fiancé, the only people who talked to Tomura were guys. Tomura thought that was sort of a good sign, even though he’s not into men, until he remembered that guys will fuck anything with a hole in it. He’s not high on himself on his best day, but that was a really shitty night.

He thought they were going to quit after that, but his friends had one last ace up their sleeve – a blind date, Magne’s idea, which Toga enthusiastically signed off on when she saw a picture of the woman Magne wanted to set Tomura up with. Toga’s type and Tomura’s type line up, sort of, and Spinner giving the photo two thumbs way up sealed the deal.

It’s not like Tomura was hopeful or anything. He just wanted to get his friends off his back. Still, rejection sucks, and ghosting sucks worse. He’d rather have you show up and tell him to his face that you weren’t interested than stand him up.

Magne collars Tomura again, but her phone starts ringing at the same time, Toga’s contact info popping up. “Don’t go anywhere,” she warns Tomura as she raises the phone to her ear. “We’re here. She’s not here yet. Can you tell him –”

Tomura ducks out from under her arm and books it into the crowd of people on the waterfront, figuring he can make it to the metro stop before Magne figures out which way he’s going. But even that can’t go his way today, because he runs into somebody who’s moving at warp speed in the opposite direction, colliding at the shoulder hard enough to make him stagger. Tomura’s not confrontational, but it’s the wrong fucking day. “Can you watch where you’re going? It’s not like you matter to whoever you’re going to –”

“Are you Tomura?”

Tomura’s heart lurches. He stares hard at you as you right yourself, picking up the backpack you dropped in the collision. There’s no way this is happening. There’s no universe in which his blind date would be someone like you.

He can see right away why Toga and Spinner approved of you, but he thought you’d be someone in his league, not somebody who’s several kilometers above it. Maybe Tomura’s too excited that you actually showed up to evaluate what you actually look like. He looks away, then looks back. Nope – you’re still pretty, even though your face is flushed and you’re breathing hard like you’ve just been running. Did you run here to meet him? Only one way to find out. “I’m Tomura.”

“I’m so sorry,” you say. “My boss held me back at work, and I missed my train –”

You’re wearing some kind of work uniform. Scrubs, maybe. Are you a nurse? “And then I couldn’t decide whether to wait for another train or just run, so I ran – but I don’t really run, so it took even longer –”

Tomura doesn’t run, either. When he was doing the stupid online dating thing, he sorted out everybody who said more than one sentence about working out. You pause to suck down a breath, then keep talking. “I know everything I just said sounds like an excuse, and I know you’re leaving,” you say, “but I was hoping I could catch you so I could say I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stand you up. I get it if you want to call it off.”

Before Tomura can answer or even think about what he’s going to say, Magne bursts out of the crowd. “I told you not to run off,” she scolds, collaring Tomura again. “If you don’t stay put, there’s no way she’s going to – oh! You’re here!”

You nod. Magne looks you up and down. “I told you to dress cute,” she scolds. “And to get here on time. I practically had to chain him to a streetlight so he wouldn’t escape.”

“I’m sorry,” you say. “My boss –”

“Of course,” Magne says, scowling. “He’s never met a good time he doesn’t want to ruin.”

Magne knows who your boss is? “How do you to know each other?”

“She’s a pharmacy tech at the place I go to pick up my E,” Magne says. “She’s the only one who works there who isn’t an asshole, and her boss is the biggest asshole of them all. I only go in there when she’s on and he’s off. But let me introduce you the right way. Shigaraki, this is – ”

Tomura misses your name the first time Magne says it, catches it the second time, but it barely registers except as something he probably shouldn’t forget. You’re pretty. You’re not an asshole, or at least you’re the same kind of asshole as Magne and everybody else Magne’s friends with, including Tomura. Your boss is the wrong kind of asshole, which means you probably didn’t blow Tomura off on purpose. And you ran here so you could meet him even when you knew you were really late. You must have really wanted to meet Tomura. What did Magne tell you about him?

Tomura can ask you about that later. “So?” Magne is saying expectantly. “Can I leave you two alone, or are you going to run away again?”

“No,” Tomura says. “You can go.”

You look surprised. “Um –”

“Now.”

Magne cackles. She snatches the hat off Tomura’s head, ruffles his hair, and slaps him on the back hard enough that he staggers. “Have fun! I want all the details later!”

“Sure,” you say, bewildered, as she kisses you on the cheek. Tomura’s going to have to talk to you about that – any details you share with Magne will be fair game for the rest of Tomura’s friends, and he’s not sure how much he wants them to know. “Um, bye.”

Magne waves and vanishes into the crowd. Now it’s just you and Tomura standing on the sidewalk. You shuffle off to one side, out of the way, and Tomura follows you. “Are you sure you still want to do this?” you ask once you’re both leaning against the railing. “I get it if you’re not in the mood. When I’ve gotten stood up, I haven’t wanted to –”

“You’ve never been stood up in your life,” Tomura says, and your expression changes from confused to offended. “Look at you.”

You look down at yourself, then back up at him. “What does that mean?”

“I didn’t know anything about you and I got here on time. If I knew what you looked like beforehand I’d have been two hours early.” It sounded like a compliment in Tomura’s head, but he can’t tell if you’re taking it that way. “People like you don’t get stood up for dates.”

“I wish that were true,” you say. You look away. “I know how it feels. I get it if you don’t want to go out anymore.”

Tomura pretends he’s thinking about it. “How far did you run to get here?”

“Sixteen blocks.”

“You ran sixteen blocks to meet me. That cancels out being late,” Tomura says. You look up, surprised for a second or two before the relief kicks in. “I still want to go out.”

“Me, too,” you say. You smile at him. Women don’t usually smile at Tomura. People don’t usually smile at Tomura. He doesn’t know what to do with it. “Thanks, Tomura. For giving me a chance.”

“Yeah,” Tomura says. “What do we do now?”

“I don’t really know,” you admit. “It’s been a while since I went on a date.”

“Same,” Tomura says. ‘Never’ counts as a while in his book. “I don’t know – grab drinks or something?”

You nod. “Can we find somewhere to sit down for a second first? I don’t usually run that much, and I don’t want to pass out on you.”

“You can pass out on me if you want,” Tomura says. You blink. Tomura facepalms even though you’re looking right at him. “There are benches back there.”

The crowd on the sidewalk is only getting denser. Tomura doesn’t want to get separated from you, so he tells you to hold onto the back of his shirt. You grab his hand instead, and you’re still holding it when the two of you find a place to sit down. Still holding it once you’re both settled, searching for something to talk about. Tomura’s not optimistic about this. You’re too good to be true – the kind of woman who’d run sixteen blocks to meet him and hold his hand is a kind of woman who doesn’t exist. Even so, it’s – nice. Tomura laces his fingers with yours and decides to enjoy it while it lasts.

[repulsiveliquidation]

Wake Up Call || Jessie Fleming

warnings : this is pure smut. somnophilia (consensual fucking while asleep), strap-on, anal fingering, pussy-eating. enjoy.

summary : jessie comes home to you having some vivid dreams. a good girlfriend always helps their girl in need.

Jessie walked into your shared apartment at 5 am, having flown into London at the last minute to surprise you. She crept in and greeted Milo your dog, giving him lots of pets to try and keep him from barking in excitement and waking you. She dumps her bags at the door and leaves her shoes at the door which she knows she’ll get reprimanded for in the morning but that’s something for her to deal with later.

The door is a little ajar and the bathroom shines a sliver of light into your bedroom. The fan is on high and the AC hums just a touch.

She looks towards the bed and smiles. There she was, the person whom she was sure her bones missed. You looked so peaceful, nose and cheeks lit by the light from the bathroom. They were tinted a little red from the cold room and Jessie turned it down a little. The sun was coming up just a touch in the distance and she knew that you would be up for work soon.

There was a book on the bed face down and she noticed her pillows cradling your head instead of your own. You had her ratty UCLA shirt on, hair tousled from sleep. Your mouth was slightly open and your breath steady. Nothing made her heart swell more than seeing you sleep so peacefully.

She tried to make as little noise as possible getting herself ready for bed, brushing her teeth, and throwing one of your sweats and t-shirts on before standing at the foot of the bed with a little smirk on her face.

She stared at you, watching your body. You had been making noises while she took the fastest shower in the history of man, whines, and whimpers coming from your lips that weren’t exactly soft.

Your hips ground into the soft mattress.

Your hands gripped the silk sheets tight.

Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

Your lips moaned only one name.

Jessie.

You were having a wet dream.

About your girlfriend.

A good girlfriend took care of her girl’s needs, didn’t they?

Jessie was no longer dog-tired. No, that warm shower made her sleepy but the sultry sound of your voice moaning her name was one that she admits she missed. The phone sex was great but the mics never picked up on the soprano and alto tones of your voice that drove her crazy.

Jessie stood in front of her bedside drawer with her hand on the knob for a solid 30 seconds, debating if she should do what she impulsively wanted to do. You’ve said yes to what she was about to do but she didn’t want to disrupt your sleep.

“Fuck it,” Jessie mumbles to herself, opening the drawer a little too aggressively to pull out her strap. She also notices the lube running low and smirks to herself, putting a reminder in her head to ask you about it later.

She settled the harness comfortably over her hips and threw her shirt off, crawling onto the bed. Jessie smirked and listened to your moans.

“Please Jessie,” you begged, shifting to the middle of the bed with your leg pushed up. Perfect.

“I know darling, just a minute sweetheart,” Jessie cooed, pushing your shirt up and kissing down your back softly. She bit her lip and got a little shy at the sight of a wet patch on your grey underwear, hooking her fingers on the thick band and pulling it off. Your hips lifted for her and for a second she thought you were awake but you only whined a little more and your eyes were still shut.

Her thick fingers dragged themselves through your slick folds and she smiled to herself, lathering what she gathered all over her cock. She sat on your leg and used her hand to keep your leg wide open for her. Her cock was thick and long, one that you took with ease and it never failed to make Jessie wetter than she had ever been in her life when you bottomed out on it.

“Easy baby, there you go angel,” Jessie muttered to herself more than you, guiding her cock right into your aching pussy. It swallowed her up and fluttered a little when she bottomed out, Jessie swore she saw you smirk a little in your sleep now that you were filled. She gave you a couple of seconds to adjust before taking matters into her own hands, hovering over you to thrust gently.  She knew you liked being asleep for as long as she could keep you that way, wanting nothing more than to wake up with sticky underwear and soreness that you could’ve sworn you didn’t go to bed with.

“Jessie,” you moaned, hips rolling back into her as she thrust slow but deep. Jessie tried her best to keep her composure but the way your ass looked and the little whine in your voice almost begging for her broke her focus.

She grabbed your hips and thrust in deep. She moaned as she fucked you, rousing you from your sleep. You were a deep sleeper, nothing could wake you in the mornings sometimes Jessie often resorted to a spray bottle with water she labeled with your name.

“You like that baby?” Jessie asked your sleepy form. She leaned over and pressed her lips to your ears, her Canadian accent slipping through as her hips picked up speed.

“What, is that what you pussy needed darling? Needed me to fuck your needy pussy, is that it?”

Your eyes shoot open and you struggle a little before realizing it’s Jessie, balls deep inside you fucking you awake.

“Jessie!”

“Been saying that a lot tonight, doll,” Jessie teased, kneeling behind you and gripping your hips to grind into you gently.

“When did you get back?” you ask, arching your down onto the mattress. Jessie audibly groans, thrusting a little faster.

“An hour ago,” Jessie answered, fingers digging into the meat of your hips. There were white streaks where she held you too tight and it sent a rush of blood that left a sultry tingle in your thighs. Jessie pushes you down fully, legs extending between her legs in a prone position. She pulls out and scoots down, spreading your ass and exposing your pussy. The sun is brighter now, light shining perfectly to cast an orange glow on your core. Jessie digs in, sloppily eating you out to her heart’s content. Her hands knead the flesh of your ass as she moans in pleasure, heart happy to have your taste on her tongue again.

“Fuck I missed you babygirl,” Jessie mumbles as she kisses up your back. You felt her cock poke at your entrance again and like a seamless machine your hips pressed up into her just as hers fucked into you. You both sighed deeply and you turned to look at Jessie, nodding for her to let loose.

“Use me, Jess,” you begged in your best slutty voice, “fuck me like you mean it.”

“Yes ma’am,” Jessie smirks, sitting on your thighs and fucking your pussy hard. She gives you no room to breathe, hips pounding deep into your cunt. Jessie gathers your hair into a ponytail and pulls you up by it, spanking your ass as she ruts deeper into you.  

“Use you like this, sweetheart?” she teases, letting go of your ponytail and pulling out again. She steps off the bed and pulls you to the edge, folding you onto your knees and pushing her cock into you swiftly.

“Yuh–yes!” you scream, feeling her cock thrust right into your sweet spot. She relishes in your vulnerability, angling her hips right into your bundle of nerves.

“Such a good girl, doll. Taking my cock so well,” Jessie praises, thrusting roughly into your pussy. She pulls out just a little and spits directly onto your asshole, two thick fingers pushing themselves into it.

“Fuck!” you moan, gripping the sheets tight. Jessie plants a foot on the bed and fucks her cock into you hard, fingers alternating with her hips. She spits into your winking asshole just a little more before pushing her fingers in, moaning as you take it so effortlessly.

“Just one question, my perfect girl,” Jessie begins, thrusting slow but deep into you. Her fingers in your ass scissored you open, a third finger forcing its way in as another blob of spit joins it.

“Fucked yourself on my cock plenty while I was gone?”

You look back at Jessie, the sun casting a glow around her toned body as your orgasm tugged at your navel. Jessie’s hips never once slowed down, her soccer stamina proving to be useful in scenarios like this one.

“Did you?” she asked, fucking into you hard and fast now that she knew you were getting close. She spanked your ass just as you screamed out your answer, cumming all over her cock and rhythmically clenching on her fingers.

“Fuck Jessie,” you breathe out as she pulls out and takes the harness off. Just as she’s about to pick you up and take you into the bathroom, your alarm goes off. She turns it off and smiles, pulling you into her arms.

“I think a day off is in order, princess.”

“Only if you give me the biggest kiss ever.” 

[eudaimaniacs]

roses (logan howlett x female reader)

character/universe: logan howlett/wolverine (x-men/marvel)

word count: 1.7k words

warning/s: full-on smut (minors, dni)

notes: it's past midnight here, and this fanfiction has gone through a lot. it went from angst to another smut prompt, and, lastly, this. i need to lay down and rest. anyways, enjoy!

“Ready, princess?”

You tiptoe and jump in the passenger seat as Logan starts the engine. The car’s AC immediately cools your sweat. Logan speeds off to the night, and the façade of the school mansion fades. The peaceful, cool night air wraps you as you lay on Logan’s shoulder. You knew going out at night and leaving some mutant children at the mansion was terrible. Still, you and Logan didn’t have some privacy with all the issues about the Mutant Registration Act, and the students always being in danger, protecting, fighting, and stress filled up the schedules of the older mutants in charge.

When the situation looked a bit better, you whispered to a pent-up Logan, lamenting that they didn’t have some beer in the school, to sneak out tonight. He smirked and remarked how it was a great idea and cool to piss off Scott and the professor.

The moon’s glow reflected on his dog tags as Logan focused on the road before him. You hummed, playing with the nearby trees, which caused some leaves to follow the car. You enjoyed showing off your power, even if some viewed it as dangerous. Growing plants and even letting them out of your bare hands was beautiful. Your hands glowed as you made a flower crown adorned with pink lilies. Logan smiled as he saw the blush color decorating the midnight blue setting. He had one hand on the wheel and the other caressing your thighs.

“Think the professor might’ve caught us already?” You fidgeted with the small bouquet you made that was placed on your lap. You weren’t the one to break the rules often; Charles trusted you since you had a natural, mother-like personality that was needed for the children. Given your powers, it might’ve influenced that. However, when Logan appeared, your feelings immediately became more rebellious. You stayed up late more often, snuck out in the garden to make out, went to his bedroom to sleep with him, and more. Charles noticed the shift in your behavior and reprimanded you one time when you didn’t teach a class because Logan decided to fuck you until the sun broke out. But he didn’t mind your relationship with Logan since another mutant couple was already in the mansion.

Despite the professor’s blessing, the superhero lifestyle was a curse. With the rising tensions and numerous troubles the X-Men have gone through, you and Logan didn’t have time to do what you usually do. Jean and Scott had their own thing, but you and Logan preferred privacy and a pleasant time for everyday couple things.

Logan grimaced at the mention of the professor and growled his annoyance. You giggle as you lay down on his lap and scratch his chin. Logan purred, and you beamed at the attractive sound he let out. You two decided to get out of the mansion to have sex since the last time didn’t go too well.

Logan was driving to a secluded spot where the two of you were far away from any contact. It was only a short late-night drive, and you promised yourself that you two would be at the mansion before dawn appeared. He stopped at a well-lit area that looked like a camping spot for some scouts. You grew some trees at your will, making sure that the area was secured and no one would bump into the two of you fucking like animals.

The two of you helped transform the convertible into a makeshift bed. Car sex was uncomfortable even if the roof of the car was removed. Additionally, you knew that the two of you were going to sleep until the morning in this area after having sex. Logan was glad he didn’t have to wake up in the middle of the night and drink only soda. You bought some beer earlier and gave it to Logan when he went to the car.

Your desire rose as Logan removed his tank top to reveal his massive and hairy build. You lay down and use your powers to remove your clothes, using rose petals to cover your breasts and throbbing heat. Your eyes are lit with lust, and Logan is now touching your waist, waiting for you to stop teasing. The rose petals brush his face as you reveal your naked body.

Logan reveled at the sight of your soft breasts and licked them. You moan and scratch his back, eliciting another growl from him. You use your powers to control vines and unbuckle his belt. You grab his neck, guiding Logan to your lips. The two of you hungrily kiss each other, your tongue passionately dancing with his.

“N-need you inside of me, Lo,” you pant as you break the kiss. Your pussy was wet, feeling the outline of Logan’s hard dick through his jeans. You grind yourself, wanting to relieve the rising heat.

Logan grunted, “You’re an impatient girl, [Y/N].” He dipped and bit your neck, marking you with his desire. You moan at the sensation of his teeth playing with the skin of your nape. He was taking his time in exploring every part of your body. The two of you didn’t care if it took until morning to have sex. The cool night air and the secluded yet secure spot drove the two of you to enjoy this rare privacy.

Logan stopped kissing your neck and pulled down his pants. His dick was leaking with cum, and you couldn’t wait for him to put it inside of you. Something went off in your mind, telling you to explore more. The look of Logan’s thick and hard dick dripping with cum made your pussy and mouth hungry.

You kneel, prompting Logan to raise his eyebrow at your change of position. However, as soon as he saw your face getting closer to his cock, he smirked at the anticipation of you giving him a blowjob.

“Feeling adventurous tonight, eh?” You giggle as you lick his tip like it was the sweetest lollipop. You slowly suck his length, making Logan moan at the feeling of your tongue working its magic. Your saliva dripping as you quickly slurp his dick. You weren’t experienced at giving blowjobs (Logan was the first one), but Logan appreciated that you were trying it.

You pull your mouth out, catching your breath after sucking Logan’s massive length. He patted your cheek, complimenting how you were getting better at sucking him. You lay down once again, wanting Logan to take care of your throbbing slick. Instead of positioning his length at your entrance, Logan slowly made his way down to your pussy.

“Gotta return the favor, princess,” Logan mumbles as he circles your clit, making you moan. Your pussy smelled sweet, and he immediately licked your folds, tasting your arousal. Logan’s tongue felt good, and you tugged on his cat-shaped hair, letting him know how good he was making you feel.

“Lo-L-Logan! It feels, oh, so fucking g-good!” You whine, sensing your pleasure crashing. Logan quickly ate your pussy to taste your sweet juices. You moan loudly, feeling your stomach twisting at the immense pleasure. You let go as your orgasm washes over your flustered body. Logan slurps every drop of your arousal, moaning at the sweet taste of it.

Logan emerges on top of you again, this time positioning his length at your entrance. You impatiently whine, wanting him to fuck you hard. Without warning, Logan enters and immediately starts thrusting. The two of you let out the filthiest moans, filling the forest air with the combined desires and lust you two had for each other.

The sensation of your tight, velvet walls hugging Logan’s dick was intoxicating. Your tits bounced at his rhythm as you cried out his name. Logan grunted as he focused on making sure you felt good. You struggle to pant out how pleasurable everything is. The secluded spot, comfortable car bed, and the crisp night air with Logan’s power fucking you. It was a well-needed and deserved time to be and feel each other without the weight of the other world.

Your stomach twisted at the familiar feeling of your upcoming pleasure. “Logan, I’m c-close!” You whine as you sense your walls swallowing Logan’s length.

Logan growled, “Oh, fuck. I’m close, too, princess. Cum on my cock, l-let go, [Y/N].” He dipped and hungrily pressed his lips against yours. You taste yourself as you suck his tongue and exchange saliva. You moan against his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist as Logan thrusts faster.

“Here it comes, princess! Cum for me, cum on my dick,” Logan growled as he entered further. Your walls hugging his dick tighter as he painted your insides white. You cry out Logan’s name as his warmth fills you—your sweaty bodies, panting at the thick, passionate pleasure of the night.

You run your fingers through Logan’s hair as you calm yourself. The moon is still glowing, and the stars twinkle back at the two of you. You cover you and Logan with rose petals. It looked like a painting, the two lust-filled lovers fucking into the night in an intimate setting.

“That was good, Lo,” you cooed as Logan got off you and lay to your right. You snuck your face into his neck and scratched his chin. You hum as Logan gives you his jacket to cover yourself up with.

Logan smiled and kissed your head, “We needed that, [Y/N].” You use your powers to fill the area with red roses. Impressed and satisfied with how you felt, Logan rubbed your back and told you to sleep.

“Aren’t we going back to the mansion?” You whisper, worried that the professor, Scott, Jean, and Ororo will look for the two of you. Logan smirks and replies, “Then let that happen.”

You giggle at his carefree and naughty approach. Logan didn’t care if the team saw the two of you in the middle of nowhere, sleeping while half-naked. He saw this night as a blessing, a serene and passionate moment, and the X-Men fetching the two of you wouldn’t ruin that.

“You need to sleep, princess. I promise by dawn, we’ll be back at the mansion,” Logan says as he covers your bodies with a thick blanket.

You snicker and comment, “Can’t wait for the professor’s look on his face knowing we fucked in the middle of nowhere.”

“Pretty sure he already knows,” Logan smugly replies, and you smack his chest. You lightly chuckle as the darkness overcomes the two of you with sleep. The roses swaying and decorating the passion-filled lovers dozing off.

eudaimaniacs - 2024

[lunarw0rks]

Hiii so... I don't know how to say that but...

YOU'RE WRITING IS PERFECT, it makes me giggle and through my feet into the air!!! 😭💖

so can you please imagine ghost all whiny and needy for the reader, like what do you think about it😭😭😭

hmmm.. i don't necessarily picture whining but i can see how he'd be needy at times. especially since you two wouldn't have sex often; there are times were he's FERAL !!

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warning(s): (consensual) cockwarming/somnophilia?, thigh fucking, afab!reader

NEED | SIMON RILEY

usually, when simon gets aroused in the middle of the night, he goes to the bathroom and takes care of it. but tonight was especially difficult to stifle.

his hand just wouldn't do. it wasn't enough. he needed you.

you two had been so busy the past few days, with little time for each other. he got home a few weeks ago, and that meant he had to play catch up on all his household duties. bullshit at the bank, fixing the leaky faucet in the kitchen — and all of his work-related paperwork piled in his study.

and you, having a life of your own, weren't always sewn to his hip. it worked well that way, preventing arguments about clinginess or unavailability. when he was there, you two were great. and that was satisfactory.

after simon's eyes opened, he rolled over and stared at you for a few moments, listening to your faint snores. you slumber on your side of the bed, curled into the fetal position. each night, you sleep on his chest, but somehow end up far from him by the end of it.

tonight it wouldn't fly; he needed your warmth.

scooting closer, he rested his chin on your shoulder, pushing your back plush against his toned chest. "lovie..." he whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your earlobe.

his deep tone was audible enough to wake you, even when he spoke in a hushed tone. you twitched awake, feeling the embrace of his arms tight around you; tighter than normal. "what is it, Si?" you mumbled lazily, feeling your eyelids already drooping again.

simon grinds his hips subtly, hoping to send his message without words. but all he's done is coax you back to sleep — or the halfway between.

"need y', sweetheart," he muttered, waking you once again. you grumbled, about to tell him off until you felt the hardened bulge in his sweatpants. how it rubbed against your backside needily, suddenly reminding you of how long it'd been.

sleep called you — violently. you were still exhausted from the day you had, with little to no time to get properly excited. but, my god, was his voice a treat. desperate and pleading, for a change.

without breaking your relaxation, you reached down and lifted the hem of his baggy t-shirt, where you wore nothing underneath. lifting one of your legs slightly, you reached between and palmed him; hopefully that was enough of a message.

his breathing hitched slightly, peering down and seeing your bare rear in the moonlight. he snaked an arm down and peeled back his waistband, freeing the cock you had been trying to reposition. once the clothing barrier was gone, his need was evident.

the breeze of the AC blew against his sensitive length, making him shutter. so, he was right; warmth is what he craved, not necessarily full-on sex.

before you drifted off again, he leaned up against your ear, "this alright with y'?" he teased your cheek with his oozing tip.

once again, the deep octave sent a chill down your spine. with your remaining lucidity, you nodded your head and drawled a yes. you were too comfortable to mind, and it was downright erotic to imagine.

how he'd be lazily rocking into your thighs, maybe against your cunt — all while you remain at peace. the only downside would be missing his sweet grunts and groans when he's close. if you're lucky, perhaps the sounds of his release will intrude into your dream and make it sweeter tenfold.

as soon as he heard your acceptance, he gripped the girthy base of his cock, slipping between your thighs. then, he angles his hips, so that he was also grinding between your lower lips. the natural wetness and his pre-cum made for a messy endeavor, sure to have your sex coated by the time he's finished.

when simon begins grinding his hips, your sleepy body nuzzles him, instinctively pushing further against him. your thighs clench together, engulfing his cock in the warmth he craved and simulating how blissful it was to be inside you.

into your ear, he makes his pleasure known, delicately holding the flesh of your thighs in place.

"so good, lettin' me tease you like this, baby."

[caitchercatlady]

Sleeping Over at Ramshackle w/Ace

Ace would pretty much find any excuse to have a sleepover with you at Ramshackle dorm. He envied how you were a single freshman with a huge, yet rickety, dorm all to yourself. Granted that you had Grim to keep company, you were still a singular human in a big building nonetheless. As the Prefect, you had the greatest benefit in not having to deal with a super strict Housewarden.

Having Ace come to your dorm with a collar around his neck was one thing. Having Ace freely come to your dorm with a full bag ready for some fun was a pleasant other. Other than his essentials, his overnight bag was loaded with a bunch of magic trick equipment, which included the required deck of cards. For the first hour, Ace pleasured his hosts with a bunch of tricks that he'd been working on back at Heartslabyul and between class breaks. Grim could never get over how one simple scarf can become tied to a multitude of them tied together with one scrunch of Ace’s fist.

Then, a few simple rounds of blackjack quickly turned into a game of how Ace was able to cheat his way into winning as the dealer each round. Seriously, with every single game that you had played with this guy, you had become more used to figuring out how Ace was able to do it, despite your inability to produce and conjure magic yourself. Ace had become more slightly annoyed at that, but at the same time he was more so impressed. 

After two and a half hours of fun gaming, Ace went to go take his shower. You knew by then that the heart mark that Ace always wore on his eye wasn't actually a real birthmark, but that didn't mean that you were getting more used to his bare face at night. Once his evening wash was done, he caught you in the middle of setting up his guest bed. Instead of asking to help you with that, he insisted upon himself to finish the job. As you straightened out his sheets, he patted on his own pillows. When Ace was done with that, he looked back at you, noticing that you were staring. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Ace asked as if he had been transfigured into a lopsided rabbit.

“Sorry. I didn't mean to,” you replied. “It's just that I'm not used to you without your heart makeup.”

“Oh, you thought it was a birthmark?”

“I'm not too familiar with folks who are from the Rose Queendom.”

Ace scoffed. “The only people born with any birthmarks in the Rose Queendom are the people born to the Royal Family. Any common person born with a shaped birthmark means that something weird has happened.”

“When you say weird, you really mean…”

“Exactly.”

Ace opened his overnight bag, and he pulled out two tops. One was a white t-shirt, and he threw it on over his torso first. The other was a red hoodie with an image of a card soldier army marching on the front, which he donned over the t-shirt. Ace had explained to you that he got cold sleeping at night, so wearing layers always made him comfortable. You knew how Ace would tease you if you made any comments about the clothes that Crowley provided you, which was only the bare basics. You were grateful to get spare blankets as gifts from friends, but in the deep of winter, sadly, it wasn’t enough. You envied Grim for having fur to protect his little self.

“Are you going to be alright there?” Ace questioned.

“As I can be,” you said. “Why are you asking all of the sudden?”

“Part of me thinks that room gives you the heebie-jeebies.”

“I've had months to get over that.”

“Well you know me. If you ever need a big strong man…”

Chuckling, you playfully punch Ace in the arm.

However, he wasn’t all that wrong. With the lights out, Grim was snoring to the side as usually, and you were staring up at the ceiling, counting the tiny cracks. You had been twisting and turning, trying to ignore the breeze. Your fretting comes to an end when you get a whisper at your door.

“Hey, Prefect.”

You turned over, and there stood Ace, slightly hunched over. “What are you doing up?” you questioned.

Ace sighed. “I couldn’t sleep. I had a feeling you’d be up.”

“That’s so unlike you.”

He admitted that it wasn’t really fun to sleep in separate rooms. At Heartslabyul, he was used to having the company of Deuce and two other roommates. If he ever wanted to say something, he’d have three other sets of ears. In a spare guest room, Ace didn’t have anyone. Ever since gaining a friendship with you, Ace didn’t like being separated in the same building.

With that said, you opened your heart and allowed Ace to take the right side of your bed, which had always been empty. He graciously took your offer and immediately snuggled up against you. When you asked why he was being so hasty, he quickly replied that he was going to guard you from the cold. He thought you would appreciate it. Though you didn’t say it, little did he know…that you did.

[lenoraslament]

Lorenzo Berkshire x Reader

Suddenly Requited

2.6k words fluff/smut

I’ve gotten quite a few requests for Enzo story. I have to be honest I haven’t felt as confident writing for him. So I stole from a short story that I began to write but turned into nothing…So here goes.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, some fluff, college age Slytherins, unrequited love, curvy reader, insecure reader, oral ( both receiving), piv.

There is nothing as painful as unrequited love. Enzo had been the object of your adoration for years, the truth of your adoration had been woven into your friend group as common knowledge.

They all knew you loved him and truth be told so did he. There were moments where you wondered if he could feel the same. The push and pull of minor flirtations always leaving you confused but he never truly looked at you that way.

So you watched him date girls you knew, have relationships, chip off pieces of your heart as you sat and let your heart bleed.

This summer was business as usual, the lake house. Even though it had been a few years since Hogwarts you were still tight. You and the other Slytherins in your friend group were all to meet up there separately as it was the middle of the summer. Most of you scattered to the winds of different colleges or paths but this brought you all together.

The house stood quiet in the evening when you arrived, the white slat house with blue shutters always made your heart flutter. Up the wooden steps to the large porch you walked. Were you the first one? You figured this was the case until steady footsteps walked towards the door. The door swung open and the sight of Enzo standing there with his sheepish smile made your heart stop.

“Oh hey Enz,” you said softly as you quickly glanced away. He was too handsome, too tall and glowing from sweat.

“Hey Y/N, fuck it’s hot, the AC must be out. Do you know a cooling charm? I feel like I’m going to die”. He said as he surveyed the blush on your cheeks. You nodded and walked in the door past him dragging your bag behind you.

He was right the room was sweltering, the whole house was. If downstairs was stuffy, upstairs was an oven, you pointed your wand and cast the cooling charm but it wasn’t powerful enough to work instantaneously. You both sat down across from eachother on couches with open windows billowing with a too gentle breeze.

“Where the fuck is everyone?” He asked almost in an accusatory tone. It pissed you off a little, sure you had a crush but this being alone together wasn’t a scheme.

“How am I supposed to know,” you grumbled.

His mouth opened to answer and then it occurred to you to check your phone.

The group chat messages told a tale of summer laziness, arguing over taking the train or flying. It was too far to apparate. It seemed that they had all come to the conclusion to come down tomorrow morning. Enzo had his phone out reading the same messages as you. Unwittingly you both made eye contact and looked away.

“Great,” Enzo said making you scoff. Asshole. You didn’t know what his problem was because you two usually got along.

“I’m going to bed,” you sighed and stood up, two steps up the stairs to your usual room and that heat hit you like a tidal wave. You were not going to lay up there in the sweltering heat just to make him more comfortable. Fuck that.

You walked back in and he didn’t even look up from his phone.

“Goodnight?” Enzo asked sounding a little lighter, you saw the smirk and you knew. He had claimed the only bedroom downstairs.

“I’m going to sleep on the couch,” you said haughtily, decidingly annoyed with his behavior. His grin as he tried not to look at you was as maddening as it was handsome.

“You’re on the comfortable couch…move,” you said. Enzo finally met your frustrated expression with a smile.

“Oh are you going to sleep in that?” Enzo’s eyes swept down your body, to your jean shorts and plain t shirt. Even though you knew he was mocking you, seeing him eye you up made you blush.

“Well no I’m going to wear my pajamas,” you said, “if you leave”.

“Why do I have to leave?” He asked, you tilted your head with a disappointed glare. He was fucking with you. You knew he loved the attention. Your attention. It wasn’t enough that he had nearly half the girls in school dreamily staring at him, he had to fluster you. Just because he could. Because you were in love with him.

After years of these remarks, something inside of you snapped and you decided; two can play at this game. The dim lamp lit room helped embolden you and you walked over to your bag seated in the middle of the living room. So you pulled your shirt and shorts off standing there in your underwear. The action was so quick it startled you both. The realization of your own daring behavior made you reel. Immediately you regretted it. You wanted to pull your clothes back on but a tiny part of you couldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing you chickened out so you began to rifle in your bag.

Enzo had never seen a body like yours before. Before he saw you bathed in the warm glow of the soft lamp , he liked his women fit. Small perky breast, slim waists with toned arms. Women he could run miles with,and pull back home for rigorous, athletic sex.

He stared at your jarring beauty, wanting to drown in you. Soft curves in soft light. Shadows deepened the ripples on your waist and under the curves of your breast. A generous handle of hips he had the urge to sink his fingers into.

You thought him infallible. Years of perfect women with perfect bodies paraded in front of you. There wasn’t any hesitation to pull off your shirt and shorts in front of him so you could change. To stand there fiddling with the contents of your suitcase. You never considered he would care. Before you pulled out your pajama shorts you looked over at him.

The way he stared made you stop dead in your tracks. His hand rested on the counter, one hand laid unnaturally on his chest. Unbeknownst to you, he didn’t realize he was doing this. Hand over his heart, he did not turn away when your eyes met his. It would be understandable for you to assume he was only surprised by your nudeness. Both of your eyes only locked for a second before his eyes trailed back down. He drank in every slope, feeling a heat in his face rise. You were shocked by his face, lips parted, eyes lazily moving over her. Is he? Checking me out? Me? The realization emboldened you further.

You reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Letting it fall to the floor. A soft gasp escaped from his lips. Full heavy breasts, another novelty he had yet to experience. There were many things he enjoyed in this world, working with his hands, tinkering and fixing things. Sometimes even sports and reading. But he never cared for art.

His sophomore college year he sat bored through an art history class for what should have been an easy elective. Their required trip to a museum left him mostly unimpressed. The warm humid day hinted too much of summer to be ruined by cool, musty gallery air. Stern moon faces of renaissance women stared back at him.

They all seemed to scowl, resenting his presence as well. Finally a respite in the form of natural light pouring in a hall rescued him from the formal stiffness of oil paintings, it was hall of statues. Soft marble. Women draped over carved stone. Their alabaster skin catching light, catching shadows. So creamy and delicate he wanted to place his mouth against them and bite.

Now, you stood silently reminding him of those statues. Those soft natural women molded from stone. Their beauty so absolute it needed to be captured.

No words hung between you. Only the soft deep breaths that had joined in unison. He took the first step, hesitating finally letting his eyes reach yours again. He wanted to know if you would jump back, yank your shirt on and run out.

You felt like you were being tricked. The man you had loved your whole life, seeing you in a way you rarely let yourself be seen. By the time he crossed the room, the arousal was palpable. You were scared just then, even though you understood now that he was wanting you. His first touch would say everything.

He was a man after all. If he reached for your breasts first, you knew that this would be the only night you would be together. If he grabbed for your waist, it might be rough and quick. An urge to be met, filled and abandoned. Years for you however , of waiting for this moment. Was he really seeing you? Beyond a quick conquest, would he send you out quickly in the morning? Or even worse, in the middle of the night?

All these thoughts raced through your mind as he stood in front of you but luckily did not register on your face.

When he finally reached for you, he cupped your face. Now you gasped, as he lifted your chin and kissed you. Deeply, softly, quickly finding a rhythm. Your lips and tongues sliding, breathing in each other’s breaths. His hands finally moved down onto your sides and you moaned into his mouth. You were ready to sink down onto the floor but he pulled away, “wait”, he whispered, and your face fell.

He took your hands, “let’s go to the bedroom”. Relief poured over you, and then he did. He led you down the hall, onto the bed. He was thankful for the curtain pushed aside, moonlight bathed in lighting their way. He wanted to see you, needed to. Your kissing became needy, his mouth trailed to your breast letting his tongue lazily lick your nipples before sucking each one. You bucked her hips, whining. Your hands moving endlessly through his hair, fingertips touching his shoulders trying to take in as much of him as possible.

He kissed stomach, lower and lower until he was teasing your thighs. Gently, he moved your legs apart until you were completely vulnerable to him.

Your legs trembled even before he touched you. Your breath hitched in anticipation, he took on a new playful air kissing each inner thigh with a smile enjoying the writhing underneath him. He put a finger in his mouth moistening it before relieving your ache. He traced his finger down your center. You were almost embarrassed at how loudly you moaned. His head dipped down between your thighs, he lapped against the heat until he found your clit. Your hips jumped up letting him know he had discovered the perfect spot. His mouth grinded leaving you wet and writhing. He hooked his arms around your legs, not giving until he felt them stiffen.

You threw your head back and cried out, almost sitting straight up from the flurry of pleasure. He held on letting you ride his mouth until your orgasm subsided and your body lay weak and dazed. When he sat up he saw your flushed cheeks, he wiped his mouth on the bedspread.

Now he could barely contain the burn of desire. He painfully hard further aroused at your outcries of pleasure. There was no mercy shown and he pulled you up by your shoulders to roughly kiss you before leading your mouth down to him.

You were erratic kissing his chest and neck, your nails sunk down his abs. Years of lust were radiating from your touch as you took him eagerly in her mouth. You couldn’t take all of him, although your eyes watered with effort. Your mouth was filled, you bobbed her head back and forth swallowing saliva letting him reach towards your throat. The unflattering noises, a soft choke or gag were covered by him uttering encouragement “oh fuck, yes, oh my god”.

The tenderness he had shown you at the start was overtaken by an animalistic need to take you. His hands tangled into your hair, he thrust into your mouth. When you both locked eyes, you saw his brows furrowed together his mouth was half open. He nodded at you rife with pleasure “good girl”.

The phrase could have sent you over the edge again, you were dripping down your own legs.

Suddenly he pulled your face away letting you crash onto her back against soft sheets. He crawled between your legs, putting himself at your entrance. You both had been lost in your actions, in the deep burning need for each other’s bodies. Now face to face you felt too vulnerable, you reached up and touched his cheek saying his name softly.

You both knew it was a question, he nuzzled it and placed his hand over yours.

Your hair lay behind her in wild waves, cheeks were flushed, even in your concern you had a dreamy look on your face.

“You’re so beautiful” he said earnestly, and reached his face down to kiss you deeply again. He felt you relax, and he slid inside of you slowly. Both moaning into kiss, breathing sighs of relief.

He rose above you putting more vigor into his thrusting. He folded your legs back and pushed against them to penetrate further, your mouth agape watching you throw your head back in pleasure crying out. He knew he couldn’t last long like this. The sight of your breasts jiggling, the scrunch of your face, the sound of your moans were bringing him too close. He stopped and laid on his back pulling you with him, so you climbed on top of him.

Normally you hated this position. Your mind would hone in on the perspective of your partner. Could he see my belly? Did my face look fat? Was I jiggling? It was too much exposure for you, sometimes even in the dark.

However bathed in moonlight you watched your lovers face. It was open and pleading. His hands squeezed your hips, you could feel him push against you, “ride me” he said. Not asked, demanded. You slid down him slowly, a hum escaping your lips. You began to rock back and forth, arching your back letting her body become an S.

The fluidity of the motion made you feel sexy, and threw your head back. He watched you blossom, lost in the moment. Continuing to move against you, holding your hips, he was so close. You felt herself near orgasm. You locked eyes, panting and moaning loudly. You tightened from your orgasm your hips bucking, it sent him over the edge and he let go inside of you.

In a flurry of breaths you reached for each other simultaneously. You came crashing down next to him in bed, tentatively. His hand snaked over to the small of your back to pull you in. You kissed for what felt like forever, until their lips were tired. Until it stopped feeling foreign. You were near sleep but was scared to close your eyes. It was too perfect, you wanted it too much.

His eyes were shut, the soft smile you had known for so long on his face. You laid staring at him, trying to breathe softer maybe he would forget you were there.

Unbeknownst to you he understood a semblance of what you were feeling. There wasn’t much room for doubt, because he knew what you couldn’t say.

He knew you loved him. He felt you watching him in the dark, too tired to explore his own feelings. Caught up in the moment he felt selfish for wanting you and selfish for not having the answer you were waiting for.

Relief came in the form of exhaustion. You could barely fight it, his eyes opened and he put his hand on your face.

“Goodnight” he said kissing you on the forehead. The reassuring act of tenderness finally let you surrender and you closed your eyes, relaxing into his embrace.

Part 2?

[blues824]

Begging can you do a jessica rabbit reader for the rest of twst boys 🙏 🥺plsss

This is gonna be a while… Gender neutral reader, red dress is now red outfit. 

Riddle Rosehearts

He thought you were absolutely beautiful, and this man always got so flustered when you brought out your sparkling red outfit. You only ever wore it for a fancy occasion, like his birthday or a date night. He secretly loved seeing you in that outfit because you only wore it for him.

Whenever you call him ‘darling’, he absolutely melts. He has never had any affection shown to him as a child, so you even calling him a sweet nickname like that has him wrapped around your finger. Riddle would prefer it if you kept ‘honey bunny’ behind closed doors, because he goes red out of embarrassment at how much he likes it.

The way you were able to slip in suggestive and flirtatious words into your sentences was baffling to him because it always left him speechless. You thrived for the blush that was always present on his face. Don’t even get me started about how he almost passes out whenever you sing to him…

Trey Clover

He spoils you by baking things for you. Whenever you catch a hankering for something sweet, he will stop baking whatever he’s working on and start on your craving. If you offer to help him, then he will do that thing where he will go behind you, pressing your back to his chest, as his hands go on top of yours to assist you in mixing whatever it was.

Whenever you call him ‘darling’ or ‘honey bunny’, he will call you ‘sweetie’ or ‘Mr/Mrs/Mx. Clover’. Very rarely do either of you call each other by your actual names, not even when you are upset with each other (which is a very rare occurrence). It’s only when you or him get hurt that you call each other ‘Y/N’ or ‘Trey’.

I feel like he’s pretty good at flirting, but nowhere as good as you were. He says things that can be taken multiple different ways, and so it leaves your imagination wandering. Indirect flirting, if you will. And that shit works too; the places that your mind has traveled because of his words are places you never thought you would be going to. You’re not complaining, though.

Ace Trappola

He doesn’t want to admit it, but he is a simp. He acts like he doesn’t think about you at every waking moment. He craves your love and attention, so he does stupid things to make you laugh. Speaking of your laugh, he loves it. It’s the most beautiful sound to him.

He likes calling you ‘babe’ because he’s basic and the last relationship he had was in middle school. You, however, call him ‘darling’ or ‘honey bunny’, and it makes him have that big, dopey, lovesick grin all day. It’s his dopamine fix for the day.

This man tries to flirt with you but fails horribly. He does cheesy pick-up lines while you actually flirt and act seductive to try and fluster him. His face always ends up more red than the heart on his face, and you smile with victory every time.

Deuce Spade

He has most definitely told his mom about you. He is just so wholesome. Also, he is a simp, and if he had a t-shirt saying that then he would wear it with pride. You are up there in importance alongside his mother. He already thinks of you as his spouse.

Deuce doesn’t really call you by terms of endearment, but he doesn’t mind you doing so. He actually likes it a lot, especially the ‘honey bunny’ name because it just seems silly and adorable and it’s perfect for him (I think we can all agree).

Imma just say it: this man can’t flirt when he tries to. However, it’s when he’s not trying. Like when he places his arm on your seat when you sit with him in the Lounge, or when he gets you a bouquet of flowers because he thought you would like them. However, his mama taught him right in that this is the bare minimum.

Leona Kingscholar

This man worships the ground you work on. You were a beauty, and you were his. This means that he’s also very protective over you. He will escort you to your classes to make sure that you get there safely and without any issues. As you walk, he will have an arm around your waist as he pulls you closer to him.

Whenever you call him ‘darling’ or ‘honey bunny’, he will act like he absolutely hates it, but please don’t stop. It gives him reassurance that you don’t mind his slightly protective tendencies and that you view him as #1 rather than just casting him aside as his kingdom did to him since he was the second born.

Oh, you both flirt more than you hold a normal conversation. 99.99% of the things that come out of either of your mouths are suggestive and flirtatious, and everyone wishes that you both would get a room. Don’t worry, they’re just jealous that Leona scored someone as great as you as his significant other.

Jack Howl

Whenever he sees anyone eyeing you up and down with romantic interest, he’s the type to hoist you over his shoulder and carry you away, and you had to admit that you liked seeing the hot scowl on his face. As you were set down, you reached up and gently grabbed his face in your hands to reassure that you would never leave him.

When you call him either ‘darling’ or ‘honey bunny’, he is hit with mental images of a possible future with you. Since he came from a big family, I feel like he would want one (adoption or biological is a-okay with him). In his eyes, you were his mate for life. That meant you were already his spouse before making it official.

He gets so flustered whenever you start flirting with him because he just doesn’t know what to say in response. He just freezes up, but his tail is wagging so you can tell that he is absolutely eating that shit up. Also, please place yourself in his lap and lightly trace his muscles while praising him for how strong he is. It gets him riled up… if you know what I mean.

Azul Ashengrotto

He always dresses up, so if you decide to dress up as well then he will absolutely die. Especially in your signature red outfit; never fails to make his nose bleed at least a little bit. Do your sashay, pull him in by the tie, and greet him that way and he is just red.

Azul doesn’t mind being called ‘darling’ out in the open because it’s a very formal and sophisticated, dare I say elegant, term of endearment. ‘Honey bunny’ doesn’t fit in that category though, so please refrain from calling him that in public lest you make him feel like a flopping fish out of water.

If you start flirting with him, then he is done for. It’s the final punch to the face. He is passing out right then and there until someone (you) splashes cold water in his face. Then, once he sees that you were his saving grace, he’s passing out again because he thought he died, went to Heaven, and saw an angel. Good luck.

Jade Leech 

If you ever decide to visit him in the Lounge, he will always make time to come and give you a kiss on the lips at your table before carrying on with his job. He might take his 15 minute break so that he can have time to actually come and talk to you.

He absolutely loves it when you call him ‘darling’ or ‘honey bunny’ because it just has a very nice ring to it. In return, he loves to call you ‘my dear’ or ‘lovely’. When you both use your terms of endearment for one another, everyone wishes you would go and get a room

The moment you decide to flirt with him, he has a smirk on his face the entire time. He’s not gonna hold back either, so be prepared for lewd things to come out of his mouth (as long as you are comfortable with it, of course).

Jamil Viper

You make him flustered all the time. He always tells you that you are the reason why his heart beats; the reason why he continues on with the grueling work that he carries on his shoulders. Every single time he scores a point in his game, it’s always for you.

If you ever call him ‘darling’, then he responds by calling you ‘my shining star’ because of how he tells you that he wished on the stars for you to accept him as your lover. If you call him ‘honey bunny’, he definitely gets flustered and freezes up.

When you decide that you want to make him flustered, call yourself a little mouse who is at the mercy of a viper. Play his unique magic by saying that he has hypnotized you and now you feel as though you could never love anyone besides him. His face goes so red, it’s almost like you’re trying to kill him.

Vil Schoenheit

As one actor to another, he wishes that he could spend more time with you but his schedule keeps him busy. So, he just chooses to star as your main love interest so that the chemistry between the two of you in real life can be portrayed through the screen.

He loves when you call him ‘darling’ because it just sounds beautiful the way it comes out of your mouth. ‘Honey bunny’ is reserved as more of a code name between the two of you so that the public doesn’t know that the two of you are together.

When you both flirt with each other, it just sounds so smooth and sexy. The two of you go back and forth as though it were casual conversation that you were indulging in, while everyone who hears it gets flustered. 

Epel Felmier

Everyday, he wonders how he managed to get with such a beautiful and wonderful person such as yourself. He always felt emasculated by the guys around him, so you being with him is reassurance that you saw him as a man.

Along with referring to him as ‘my man’, you like to call him ‘darling’ and ‘honey bunny’ which is something he loves. You would think that he hated it, but no. He actually enjoys it and will call you ‘love-cup’ just like Roger does with Jessica.

If you decide to be seductive and flirtatious towards him, he freezes up and doesn’t know how to respond. His face is red and there might be some blood trickling down his nose. He doesn’t flirt back because he can’t even speak since he’s too flustered.

Idia Shroud

You are wearing the pants in the relationship, and I hope you are okay with it. You take the initiative 99.99% of the time. Idia always wonders how someone like you is totally okay with being seen with a shut-in otaku like him.

He melts whenever you call him ‘darling’ or ‘honey bunny’ because it reminds him of a married couple (which is definitely something he is striving towards once you both graduate). You loved seeing his cute reaction, so you call him those names more than his actual name.

Don’t expect him to flirt back when you act super seductive. He can barely talk to you without stuttering, so flirting is definitely out of the question. However, if you were to place yourself in his lap, he won’t refrain from using his sharp teeth to make little bite marks along your neck and shoulder.

Silver

Honestly, you both kind of live in a blissful fairytale life. You act like a married couple, what with how you both make sure that the other is safe or not injured, you kiss each other as one has to leave for class, and he has even taken you on a horse ride with you sitting in front of him as he wrapped his arms around you while holding the reins.

When you call him ‘darling’ or ‘honey bunny’, he knows that you are safe and out of harm’s way because you never called him by his actual name. He likes to call you ‘darling’ as well as ‘my love’, maybe throw in ‘my sleeping beauty’ to mix things up.

I feel like he’d be a bit flustered whenever you flirted with him, but he’s kind of indifferent towards it. I mean, half the time he’s asleep, so yeah. Kiss him like the prince does the princess in the story to wake him up and that’s how you get him. He’s already on his knee with a ring.

Sebek Zigvolt

This is actually very interesting because I feel like he’d go soft for you. Mans follows you like a guard dog, so you get scary guard dog privileges. He is your knight just as you are his fair significant other. He stays near you just to make sure that you aren’t hurt or injured.

He would prefer to be called his actual name out in public, but he might allow ‘darling’ because it shows others that you are his and his only. ‘Honey bunny’ is to greet him after a long day to let him know that he is home and in your arms.

Sebek definitely gets flustered whenever you flirt with him, but he will retaliate through little poetic notes that make your heart swoon. They lead you on a little treasure hunt to try and collect them all, and you have a lot of fun.

[screamingaboutaceattorney]

i don’t even know anymore

edit: image ids under the cut

image 1: image id: a tumblr post edited to look like characters from the ace attorney series are speaking. dahlia hawthorne says “yes im trying to kill you LOL stop being so immature about it” with a happy expression. end id

image 2: image id: a tumblr post edited to look like characters from the ace attorney series are speaking. aura blackquill says “*sips green chemicals out of my Erlenmeyer flask using a silly straw*” with a happy expression while clonco stands to her left. end id

image 3: image id: a tumblr post edited to look like characters from the ace attorney series are speaking. at the top of the post is a picture of a bunch of snails in a ring with one snail in the center on top of a glass table. text on the picture reads “My girlfriend walked outside this morning to see this, a bunch of snails in a circle with leader in the middle…” juniper woods says “We’ve found it Snail Church” with a happy expression. myriam scuttlebutt then says “snurch” with her arms crossed. hugh o’conner says “Take me to snurch” with a smug expression. end id

image 4: image id: a tumblr post edited to look like characters from the ace attorney series are speaking. trucy wright says “weatherboy (derogatory)” while pouting with her hands on her hips. apollo justice asks “op what does this mean” with an exasperated expression. trucy replies “wouldn’t you like to know weatherboy” with a happy expression. end id

image 5: image id: a tumblr post edited to look like characters from the ace attorney series are speaking. aura blackquill says “im the smartest person on earth. if you saw my tits you’d understand.” with a smug expression while resting on clonco. end id

image 6: image id: a tumblr post edited to look like characters from the ace attorney series are speaking. raymond shields says “i love not being a teenager but also sometimes people on the internet just say words and i have to look them up on urban dictionary like i’m 90” with a disappointed expression. end id

image 7: image id: a tumblr post edited to look like characters from the ace attorney series are speaking. franziska von karma says “standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like “look at this fucking flower. this flower is taller than i am. this flower is winning and i’m losing.”” with an angry expression. phoenix wright comments “Wow you are not ready to hear about trees” with a thoughtful expression. end id

image 8: image id: a tumblr post edited to look like characters from the ace attorney series are speaking. sebastian debeste says “Thots on the Pope” with a smug expression. miles edgeworth responds “So the pope has thoughts now” with a thoughtful expression. kay faraday comments “crawling all over him like weevils” with a happy expression and justine courtney says “They’re called cardinals I think” with a neutral expression and her gavel extended. end id

image 9: image id: a tumblr post edited to look like characters from the ace attorney series are speaking. pearl fey says “One day I hope I am the girl that walks into a room and all eyes are on her.” with a dejected expression. young trucy wright then says “The trick is to get a really big hat and then scream” with a happy expression. end id

image 10: image id: a tumblr post edited to look like characters from the ace attorney series are speaking. athena cykes says “u ever think about how ur skeleton is always wet” with a thoughtful expression. apollo justice replies “I wish I never had but thanks for ruining my life” with an exasperated expression. trucy wright adds “don ’ t worry ! there will come a time when it ’ s not :)” with a happy expression. apollo says “Thanks! Even worse :)” with a scared and startled expression. end id

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

I will love you (I really love you)

My second fic for @painlandweek has been posted. You can read it below or here on AO3!

Prompt: love confessions

Word Count: approx. 5K

Rating: T

Warnings: none

Summary: Five times Charles tries to tell Edwin that he's in love with him and one time he succeeds.

***

Before

It might be the shock of being tossed nearly ten meters that does it. It might be that the mysterious statue they’re investigating is located in about as scenic a place as you can find: deep in the forest in the middle of nowhere, right next to a little lagoon with a waterfall. Or it might be those lexicographic spectacles that Edwin takes every opportunity to wear.

“Are you quite alright, Charles?” Edwin calls. 

Charles lies flat on his back, staring up at the blue sky filtering in through the trees and taking account of all his various limbs. “Yeah, I’m aces. Never better.”

“Excellent. I think we can assume this final rune is a protection sigil of some sort. It seems to prevent anyone from touching the statue.”

“Yeah, think I gathered that, mate.” Charles pushes himself up on his elbows to find that Edwin is still kneeling at the base of the statue, examining it as closely as he can without touching it, his spectacles slipping down his nose. Charles always thinks that the lexicographic spectacles look like something a somewhat dorky James Bond would wear. They make Edwin’s green eyes look enormous.

Edwin looks up at him and smiles, looking as pleased as he always does when he’s cracked open the latest clue. “I think I know what’s been troubling our client.”

It might be the shock. It might be the lagoon. It might be the way Edwin’s eyes look framed by those spectacles or the satisfied smile he’s wearing.

Whatever it is, it feels like a hundred protection sigils slamming into him when Charles realizes that he’s head over tits in love with Edwin Payne.

***

“Niko,” Charles says the next day, sitting at Niko and Crystal’s kitchen table. Edwin is back at the office, working on their latest report for the Night Nurse. She made the mistake of calling their last report “half-assed” so Edwin is exacting his revenge by reporting every detail of their latest case, down to the interesting beetle they found crawling on the enchanted statue. He’ll be hours yet. “You’re good at this romance stuff, aren’t you?”

Niko puts down her mug of tea and smiles knowingly. “The only kind of anime I watch more than detective stories are romances.”

“Right,” Charles says. “Because I think I might be a bit rubbish at romance.”

Leaning against the counter, Crystal makes a sound that’s a bit too noncommittal. He could tell her that she’s also pretty rubbish at romance, which is why they decided months ago that they really should stick with being friends, but he’s on a mission that doesn’t involve arguing with Crystal today.

“I don’t think that’s true,” Niko says loyally. “Why do you think you’re rubbish?”

“Because it took me over three decades to figure out I’m in love with Edwin.”

He expects this to be a momentous announcement. His world seems like it’s been turned entirely upside down in the hours since he realized. Except, neither Niko nor Crystal look particularly shocked. Crystal lets out a long, exasperated breath while Niko beams at him.

“I’ve been waiting for this.” Niko claps her hands together.

“Waiting for this?” Bemused, Charles looks between Niko and Crystal.

“Nope.” Crystal shakes her head. “I am not getting involved in this.”

He bristles. “What? You don’t approve?”

That earns him an eye roll that he probably deserves. “No, but it feels super weird to talk about two of my best friends hooking up, especially when I used to make out with one of them on a regular basis.”

“We’re not just going to hook up. I love him.”

Niko makes a noise like he just made some kind of romantic speech at the end of a movie, complete with swelling music.

“Still not getting involved,” Crystal says.

Before Charles can protest, Niko reaches across the table and grabs his hand. “Tell us everything.”

So he tells them all about his realization at the statue. He thinks it makes for an anticlimactic story, but Niko seems delighted.

“And what did he say when you told him?” she asks.

“Er.” Charles scrubs a hand through his hair.

Crystal arches an eyebrow at him. “You haven’t told him yet.”

“Wasn’t the right time. We were on a case and you know how Edwin gets about distractions.”

She mutters something to herself. He can’t hear the words, but he guesses they aren’t complimentary.

“Oi, thought you weren’t getting involved.” He glares at her.

“I don’t need to be involved to judge you.”

Niko interrupts his retort. “You’re going to tell him, right?”

“Of course I am,” Charles says, like the thought doesn’t terrify him a little. “Just need to find the right time, yeah?”

Niko nods seriously. “He did tell you he loved you on the steps out of Hell. That’s pretty dramatic. I guess it will be hard to top that.”

“He told you that?” Charles is appalled. “Both of you?”

“Of course he told us,” Crystal deadpans. “He and Niko spent half the flight from Seattle to London dissecting the whole thing.”

Ah. Charles had spent most of that flight hanging out on the wing of the plane. There were some perks to being dead. “Well, I’m not going to go back to Hell just so I can tell Edwin I love him, so I’ll figure something else out.”

“Skywriting,” Niko says. “No, find him a really old book and write something romantic inside. Or maybe a series of love letters, each with a clue to find the next one. Edwin would love that. Oooh, or you could find a fairy ring and—”

Charles holds out a hand to stop her. “Mate, hate to break it to you, but I’d rather go back to Hell than deal with fairies.”

“Or you could just tell him,” Crystal says. “You’re practically an old married couple anyway. May as well make it official.”

“That’s why it needs to be super romantic.” Niko looks a bit starry-eyed. “You guys have been building up to this for, like, forever.”

“Right,” Charles says slowly. “Romantic. I can do romantic.”

***

1

The very spot where Charles first realized that he was madly in love with Edwin Payne seems the natural place to  confess his feelings. Luckily, they have reason to revisit the statue by the lagoon, so Edwin can break the enchantment that’s been plaguing their client. It’s not often their cases bring them somewhere with a waterfall; Charles knows he should take advantage of the romantic scenery while he can.

He stands by and watches Edwin work, admiring the way his graceful hands move as he carves a circle of runes around the statue. He’s always liked watching Edwin work, but it’s only now that he’s letting himself notice the fluid motion of his fingers and the way his mouth purses in concentration.

“Charles?”

Charles blinks. “Yeah, mate?”

He’s been so busy watching the hand holding the chalk that he totally missed that Edwin’s other hand is outstretched, clearly expecting Charles to deposit whatever he needs into his hand without any fuss, as Charles has been doing for years. Instead, Charles blinks at the outstretched hand, mind strangely blank. Edwin has a tiny freckle on the inside of his wrist, just peeking out from under the glove. Has it always been there?

“The Dictionary of Ancient Runes, Volume 18, if you please, Charles?” Edwin asks in the tone he uses when he’s trying very hard not to snap.

“Sure thing.” Charles fishes in his infinite backpack and produces the thick, navy blue volume, handing it over. 

Edwin examines one of the pages for a moment, then carefully draws the last few runes before snapping the book shut and straightening up. “There. Now we wait a quarter of an hour or so and if this doesn’t work, onto Plan B.”

“Right.” This is the part Charles has been waiting for. He throws a casual arm around Edwin’s shoulders, steering him to face the lagoon. “Pretty view, isn’t it?”

“The kind of view that makes me glad I don’t have corporeal flesh, or I’d be getting eaten alive by mosquitoes,” Edwin says dryly.

That’s what Charles adores about Edwin, his romantic spirit. He realizes he’s bouncing nervously on his toes and forces himself to still. “Remember Hell?” he blurts out, then winces. That wasn’t how he planned on starting this, by reminding Edwin of terror and pain. Fuck, he had a whole speech planned. He even rehearsed it with Niko.

Edwin turns to face him. One of his eyebrows has crept so high up on his forehead that Charles half-expects it to take flight. “I think I recall something of the sort.”

There’s nothing to do but plow on, hoping to salvage this. “What we talked about…”

“We talked about many things in Hell.” Abruptly, Edwin turns back to the lagoon.

Charles is starting to panic a little. He seems to be messing this up and he's not completely sure how. “Listen, Edwin—” He registers movement out of the corner of his eye and has already shoved Edwin out of the way when a stone arm swings right through the place where his friend was just standing. When he turns, he finds the statue standing next to its pedestal, its serene smile suddenly seeming much more menacing.

“Time for Plan B, Charles!” Edwin shouts, but Charles is already drawing his cricket bat.

By the time they’re done, the lagoon is filled with chunks of broken statue and the view doesn’t seem quite so romantic anymore.

***

2

It’s only natural that after the Case of the Statue with the Shit Bloody Timing, they have a series of tough cases, one of which involves ritual sacrifice, which always makes Edwin extra twitchy. Crystal also has a crisis with her parents, leaving her unavailable. After over three decades without a psychic, Edwin and Charles have gotten so used to having her around in the past months that her absence throws them off their game. Plus, something has put the Night Nurse in a foul mood—Niko is convinced that she’s pining for Jenny, but Charles has his doubts—so she’s riding their asses harder than usual.

All in all, it’s not a great time for Charles to be distracted, but he can’t help it. When he looks at Edwin, he can feel all the things he’s not saying like a physical weight on his tongue. He half-expects them to all come bursting out like the girl in The Exorcist and the split pea soup. It’s hard to focus on murder and magical mayhem, when Edwin Payne is existing in the same space as him, with his kissable mouth and his perfect hair that Charles desperately wants to see mussed up. And his high-waisted pants, which Charles has become more than a little obsessed with. Did Edwin always have a great ass? He feels like he should have noticed that earlier.

Still, Charles has time to work on his next plan. Since none of their cases take them to anywhere remotely scenic—unless you count the posh house where they end up fighting a vampire—he has to come up with something new. His chance finally presents itself on a quiet, rainy night where Crystal and Niko are off having a girl’s night with some friends from school and the Night Nurse is probably somewhere making kittens cry.

“Got you something, mate,” Charles says in as casual a tone as he can manage.

“Oh?” Edwin looks up from the thick, leather-bound tome about flesh-eating fungi he’s reading. “My birthday isn’t for months, Charles.”

“This is just because.” Feeling a little shy, Charles hands over the wrapped parcel. “Hope you like it.”

Still looking puzzled, Edwin unwraps the gift. When the paper falls away, revealing the book inside, he lets out a little gasp and looks up at Charles with wide eyes. “Where did you find this?”

“Had to do some digging, but I found it at some weird little bookshop across town.” Getting the bookseller to agree to sell it to him had been a challenge—the man had acted like Charles was about to carve out his firstborn’s still-beating heart—but Charles knows how to use his smile to his advantage.

“This has been out of print for nearly a century.”

“Yeah, I remember.” Years ago, Edwin lamented to Charles that he’d been greatly enjoying a detective serial in the last months of his life, only to return from Hell to find that not a single copy of the story seemed to remain and no one even seemed to remember its existence. Edwin never learned how it ended and it’s been bothering him for decades.

“Thank you, Charles.” Edwin’s voice is choked. “This is… very thoughtful.”

“Hope it has a happy ending, mate.”

Edwin smiles at him, eyes a little too bright. “Truly, I just want to know if my guess about who the killer is was right.”

“Sure it was. You’re a pretty crack detective.”

Edwin laughs and ducks his head. Squaring his shoulders, Charles takes a step closer. “Edwin, I…”

There’s a pop and the Night Nurse appears in the center of the office, holding a thick stack of papers and scowling at them. “Would anyone like to explain to me why the report on the Molly Mickelson case contains seven thousand words about the origins of the word ‘ectoplasm?’”

***

3

Their caseload continues to be jam packed and every time Charles tries to find a chance to tell Edwin he loves him, someone always seems to interrupt, whether it’s a client, the Night Nurse, Crystal, Niko, Jenny, the ghost postman, or even the bloody Cat King swinging by London to “just say hi.” Charles is about to put wards up on the office so no one can barge in for an hour or two, but he knows Edwin will decry that as bad for business.

Instead, he remembers Niko’s suggestion of a series of love letters. He doesn’t know if he has multiple love letters in him—he’s good with words, but not necessarily with putting them in writing—but he thinks he can manage at least one decent one. So while Edwin is spending an evening with Niko, Charles takes advantage of the empty office to try and put everything he feels into writing.

He spends hours pouring his heart out onto a sheet of paper, discarding countless drafts as not being good enough. He tells Edwin that he’s everything to him, that he feels so bloody lucky to get to spend the rest of eternity with him, that he’s pretty sure the tranquil eternity the Night Nurse is always nattering on about is right here, solving cases with his best mate for the rest of his existence. He tells him he loves him in every way he knows how until he’s filled up two whole sheets of paper with everything he’s feeling.

Just as he’s slipped the letter into an envelope and left it on the desk for Edwin to find, the door comes flying open and Niko comes racing in, Edwin at her heels. Charles knows the minute he sees their wide-eyed, terrified expressions that something is terribly wrong.

“Hellhound!” Edwin gasps out.

“What?” Charles grabs his cricket bat from where it’s leaning against the wall. “I thought you went to the movies. How the hell did you run into a—”

But there’s no time to find out the details, because then a flaming hound with burning red eyes and razor sharp teeth bursts into the office, its attention focused on Edwin, and there’s too much screaming and fire to have a proper conversation. When they finally send the beastie back to Hell where it belongs, half the office is burnt to a crisp and the other half is in disarray, but all three of them are unharmed.

Charles stares at the desk, which sports a giant scorch mark right down the middle. Most of the papers on it were burnt to ash. All that’s left of his letter to Edwin is a single corner. He picks it up and pockets it before Edwin can see, even though there’s nothing obviously romantic about the bit that’s left.

“It’s alright,” Edwin says, following Charles’s gaze. “Nothing I was working on was of great value. And I’ve been thinking we need a larger desk anyway, now that we have more members of the agency.”

Charles nods jerkily, feeling like the scrap of paper in his pocket is an iron weight. “Aces. No harm done, then.”

***

4

Of course, the hellhound isn’t the end. It turns out that the last demon that owned Edwin’s soul—whatever being controlled that hideous doll-headed spider—has sold his soul to another demon and this new bloke wants to collect. The Night Nurse is doing everything she can on the bureaucratic side to sort things out, but in the meantime, Charles and Edwin have to dodge a line of bounty hunters and other beasts sent to drag Edwin back to Hell.

But Charles keeps Edwin safe, like he’s been keeping him safe for over three decades, until something is able to get past his defenses.

“Just a little farther.” Charles holds Edwin tighter against him, like he can physically block him from the pain of the iron shackles that are still locked around his wrists. There wasn’t time to pick the locks; they just had to run. “Sorry, mate.”

“It’s quite alright, Charles. I’ve had worse.” But Edwin is shivering, back in the nightclothes he died in, a sure sign that he’s deeply shaken. They’re lucky that the bounty hunter who caught him didn’t bring him straight back to Hell, that he wanted to play with his food first. Charles doesn’t feel very lucky right now.

He turns them down a narrow street, trying to keep their movements erratic. He doesn’t know if the bounty hunter knows where their office is and he doesn’t want to lead him to it.

“Talk to me, please,” Edwin says weakly.

“About what?” Charles checks behind them, but doesn’t see any figures following them.

“About anything. Distract me.”

Charles glances down at the iron cuffs around Edwin’s wrists, which are smoking slightly. His hands are shaking. Charles knows that Edwin has had worse injuries than an iron burn, but knowing that he’s suffering because Charles wasn’t quick enough to protect him lodges something sour in his throat.

“Do you remember that case with the poltergeist in the hotel a few years back?” Charles asks.

“Of course.” Edwin’s grimace starts to look more like a smile. “You do love a chance to go undercover.”

“Hey, it was the poshest hotel I’d ever been in. Had to take advantage, didn’t I?” Donning their disguises and going undercover as a married couple had been Edwin’s idea, but Charles had thrown himself into it with gusto. In retrospect, he wonders if he was already in love with Edwin, with the way he took every opportunity to hold his friend’s hand and call him “love.”

“Yes, well.” Edwin ducks his head. “The poltergeist has moved on to her afterlife, so it was a job well done.”

“We should go back sometime,” Charles says. “As us, I mean. No disguises this time.”

Edwin gives him a strange look. “And why would we do that?”

“Because it was a nice hotel, mate. Good to get out of the city once in a while, yeah?”

“I suppose so.” There’s a faint flush on Edwin’s cheeks and Charles wonders if he’s remembering pretending to canoodle in the lobby or holding hands as they walked through the gardens. He wonders if Edwin was in love with him back then, or if he didn’t realize until Port Townsend. Charles hasn’t asked.

“Here.” Charles stops behind a dumpster. “Let me get these things off you, then we can find a mirror, yeah?”

Edwin nods and Charles retrieves his lockpicking kit before he starts to work on the iron cuffs. As the cuffs fall to the ground, he looks up and finds Edwin watching him, cheeks still flushed. An overflowing dumpster in a seedy alleyway is hardly the kind of romantic place Charles has been imagining to have this conversation, but he could have lost Edwin tonight. If Edwin had gone back to Hell never knowing how loved he is, Charles never would have forgiven himself.

He rubs his thumbs over the iron burns on Edwin’s wrists. “That was one of my favorite cases we’ve ever worked.”

“Yes, Charles, it was a lovely hotel, even if we could not enjoy the complimentary chocolates.”

“No, mate.” Charles entwines his fingers with Edwin’s, squeezing gently. “Because I got to spend that weekend with you.”

Edwin’s brow furrows adorably. “We’ve spent thirty-five years in one another’s company, Charles.”

“Not like that. Edwin, I—”

With a screech of metal, the dumpster goes sliding across the alleyway, slamming into the wall, and Charles spins around to greet the demonic bounty hunter with his cricket bat.

***

5

It turns out that Charles doesn’t much like being the damsel in distress.

Being taken captive by the bounty hunter is one thing. Being held hostage so Edwin will turn himself over is another. The worst part isn’t even the iron shackles or listening to the demon blather on about earning some respect in Hell. The worst part is knowing that Edwin is going to turn himself over, because Charles would do the same without hesitation if their positions were reversed.

What Charles does enjoy more than he ever thought he would is Edwin striding towards him with a sword in hand, splattered in blood that isn’t his, while the bounty hunter’s headless corpse lies on the ground behind them. Edwin’s fighting form is still shit and there’s no way he would have stood a chance if he hadn’t had the element of surprise—the bounty hunter was clearly expecting the trembling virgin sacrifice and not the competent detective with decades of experience—but  Charles isn’t about to tell him that. Not yet, at least.

“That was brills, mate.” Charles can tell that he’s wearing a dopey grin, but he can’t stop himself. Edwin looks like a fairytale knight, if fairytale knights wore slightly crooked bow ties and tweed jackets.

With a disgusted noise, Edwin picks at the front of his jacket. “Thank you, Charles, but I will be leaving that to you in the future. Being the brains involves significantly less… viscera.”

“Oh, no, you’re not getting out of this. Now that I know you know how to use a sword—” Charles breaks off, frowning. “Wait, where did you get that? I thought it was in my bag.”

“It was.” Edwin bends to clumsily pick the locks on Edwin’s shackles. “I had a bit of a chat with your bag of tricks. It seems to be somewhat sentient, because when I told it that if it ripped off my arm, you might be lost forever, it gave me the sword without fuss.”

Charles’s grin widens. “See, mate? Told you that you could figure it out with a little practice.”

Edwin rolls his eyes up at the ceiling. “I got lucky. I’ll leave the magical voids to you in the future.”

“Don’t do that.” Hands freed, Charles reaches up to cup Edwin’s face in his hands. “You’re bloody brilliant, Edwin. You just saved my neck. I was going to go out of my mind if I had to keep listening to that twat blathering on.”

“Truly, I have saved you from a dreadful fate.” For an instant, Charles thinks that Edwin’s gaze drifts down to his lips before snapping back up to meet his eyes. He wonders if he should lean up to kiss Edwin, or if he should wait until Edwin isn’t covered in blood.

“Edwin,” Charles breathes. “I just need you to know, I—”

“Edwin? Charles?” The door bursts open and Crystal and Niko come racing in. Charles sees them register the bounty hunter’s body on the ground, then Charles and Edwin standing together, unharmed. Niko smiles with relief, but Crystal just looks pissed.

“How did you get in here?” Edwin demands. “I locked the door behind me.”

“Yeah, you did, and you are so lucky you’re already dead, or I would kill you.” Crystal’s words are belied by the fact that she crosses the room to pull Edwin into a hug. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that it was far too dangerous for the two of you to be involved in a confrontation with a demon. As I explained at length.”

“And as I explained at length—”

While they bicker, Niko pulls Charles to his feet. “Are you okay?”

“Of course I am.” Charles pulls her into a hug with one arm, then scoops both Edwin and Crystal up with the other arm. Both make noises like angry cats, but come willingly, allowing themselves to be manhandled into a group hug. Charles rests his head against Edwin’s shoulder, Niko and Crystal tucked between them, and closes his eyes. Right now, he can’t even be upset about the interruption.

***

+1

“So that’s that, then,” Charles says later, safely back in their office, their iron burns healed, Niko and Crystal seen back to their flat, and the Night Nurse off doing whatever she does in her spare time.

“It appears to be.” Edwin is busy organizing their new desk. “If the Night Nurse has gotten things with Hell sorted out, I can’t imagine we’ll have to deal with any more bounty hunters. Why take a bounty with no reward?”

Charles makes a skeptical noise. The Night Nurse and Edwin both seem satisfied with the demon’s word that he won’t make any more plays for Edwin, but Charles will be keeping an eye out for the foreseeable future. He’ll be damned if he lets another denizen of Hell lay hands on his best mate. Bad enough that it’s happened twice in a year under his watch.

Edwin must know what he’s thinking, because he looks up with a small smile. “I’m fine, Charles.”

“Nearly weren’t.”

“But you saved me.”

“And then you saved me.”

“Someone had to do it,” Edwin says softly and Charles can’t speak for a moment, overwhelmed by a swell of warmth.

Edwin turns away, face flushing. “Anyway, job officially jobbed, as you say. I think we should give it a day before taking on any more clients. I don’t know about you, but I could use some rest.”

“You want to take a break?” Charles raises an eyebrow. “Didn’t take any iron to the head, did you?”

He can’t see Edwin’s face, but can feel his eye roll from across the room. “I simply have some reading to catch up on.” He picks up the book Charles gave him last week up off the desk.

The warm feeling in Charles’s chest grows. “Still need to find out if you were right about the killer?”

“I can say with almost total certainty that I’m entirely right about the killer.” Edwin settles down on the couch with the book, thumbing it open.

Charles plops down on the other end of the couch. “Read to me out loud?”

Edwin looks up, surprised. “From the beginning?”

“Only if you want to.” Charles doesn’t give a damn about the story; he just likes listening to Edwin reading out loud, goofy voices and all.

“I’d be happy to.” Edwin flips back to the beginning and begins to read.

Letting Edwin’s familiar voice wash over him, Charles closes his eyes and leans back into the couch, letting his knee bump comfortably into Edwin’s thigh. He hardly listens to the words, just enjoys the moment. Their office is quiet and peaceful around them, the only sound besides Edwin’s voice the light tap of raindrops against the windowsill. Edwin is safe and they’re home.

Opening his eyes, he watches Edwin, who sits in his shirtsleeves, lips curled into a little smile as he reads out a particularly silly line of dialogue. He glances over to see Charles’s reaction and Charles grins at him, feeling so in love with him that he thinks he might burst with it.

There’s no scenic view or trail of love letters. There’s no great, dramatic moment. There’s just Charles, Edwin, and the home they’ve built together over the past thirty-plus years.

Something in his expression causes Edwin’s voice to falter, a tiny furrow forming between his eyes. “Not enjoying it?”

“No, it’s aces,” Charles says softly. “I just love you.”

Edwin huffs out a tiny breath and turns back to the book. “I love you too.”

“No, I really love you.” And in case he doesn’t get it, Charles adds, “I’m in love with you, mate.”

Edwin blinks once, then twice, getting the look on his face that he does when he's working on a particularly difficult puzzle. For a moment, Charles wonders if maybe he missed his chance. Maybe Edwin fell out of love with him months ago and all this waiting for the perfect time has been for nothing. Maybe the perfect time was months ago on the staircase out of Hell. Maybe the perfect time was over thirty years ago and he just didn't see it until it was too late.

And then Edwin turns to him, putting the book aside, a slow, almost shy smile spreading across his face. "I love you too," he says again, his voice wavering a little with emotion, and Charles knows with complete certainty that in his many, many years of existence, no moment has been as perfect as this.

***

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[thewayuarent]

Clothes in Only Friends

And how it let us know everything we need about Ray’s choice

God, do I love costume department working on Only Friends. There is so, so many fun and interesting things to notice - “talking” t-shirts (especially Boston’s), and Sand with yellow, and how TopMew started as “striped” couple - but one is vertical and the other is horizontal (is it about them being misreading each other? or is it about them crossing each other’s lives? idk), how Boeing appeared and we immediately see TopMew vibes all over him. How we can easily indicate each character individual style.

But my favorite thing is how the series uses style shifting to show what’s going on with characters without telling it out loud.

We have Nick, who was so obsessed in his jealousy, that he started to copy man he knew Boston was interested in. We see him coming back in terms with Boston, but we also see him learning to accept himself again - the way his style got back to his usual one, with green and blue colors and more boyish vibes. He’s not the same, because his experience changed him, but he is who he is, not a shadow of someone else.

We have Mew, who adapted Ray’s style and behavior because he was hurt, and he chooses to numb his pain, and he gets to the only person he thinks can help him with that. He’s coming back to his senses by the end of episode nine, but he’s still very Ray-coded, because he still didn’t figure out who he is or what he wants and he’s in the middle of his journey (I’m so waiting to see how it will turn out).

And we have Ray, and his example is so fascinating. Because if you look at Ray’s choices of clothing in episodes 8 and 9, you can actually predict everything happens. (I will exclude scenes from university cause, well, uniform)

His style screams Sand most part of the time, but it’s absolutely not about him wanting to adapt Sand’s life or look. It’s about him choosing Sand since the very beginning of his and Mew situationship. Because while Ray needs his time to realize everything about him and Mew and him and Sand, we know he already subconsciously made his choice. As well as we know Ray and Mew will never work out way before they are ready to admit it.

The talk. There a lot of things were said out loud for the first time in this scene that are every important. But this is also about what was shown to us - that the first time we see Ray and Mew as a “couple” is also the first time Ray chooses to wear something Sand-coded. Specifically something very similar to what Sand picked for him.

And there is something about Ray saying “I’m so happy when I’m with you” (can he hear himself? no, but really, it’s been two weeks and I’m still like, bro, for real?) while he stays here, wearing this shirt that looks like the one he wears at the night they were happy, and the night their relationship was damaged hard.

The bookshop. Here we see Ray way closer to his usual style, but not exactly. Ray is always extravagant, and attention grabbing, and using patterns, and lip gloss, and he is just that kind of person. But here he’s quiet. And monochrome. No make up, not patterns, no usual brightness. Mew looks more like Ray than Ray himself.

And this is indicating why their relationship with Mew is wrong - Ray is not fully himself, he adapts in a way Mew never asked him, actually, but he knows makes his presence more tolerable. He seems like himself, sure, but he doesn’t feels like himself.

The party. I made a post about is already - it’s just great example of Mew and Ray thinking they are on the same page while they are actually not even from the same book.

It’s all about toxicity, and pain, and dragging each other down instead of helping each other to stand.

The fight. This is my absolute favorite one. Because this whole conversation - absolutely unhealthy and terrible it is - is actually both of them realizing they will never work out.

And they try so, so hard. And I believe it’s really frustrating for both of them to accept they failed. And of course instead of talking it out they blames each other, and hurt each other. And of course they will manage thing well later - but this is their breaking point, right here.

And of course Ray, who is attentive enough to recognize Mew’s feelings for Top has no fucking idea about him spending this whole time with Sand written all over him. While Yo knows, and Mew knows, and everyone including my grandma knows - he himself is just not ready to allow himself to admit it.

The river. So, this scene, as well as next one, Ray wears not just Sand-coded clothes, but actual Sand’s clothes. But there is a difference.

Because this is the scene where Ray finally admits his feelings - but he’s able to do it only after Sand admits his. Because Ray is incredibly insecure, and incredibly drowned in self-hatred, because Ray always reaches towards people who give him attention and love. Because he can’t allow himself to go for such risk without assurance.

And he’s sitting here with Sand, and Sand is in bright blue color, while Ray is in his t-shirt, but dark, and black, and with “You Only Live Once” and he’s admitting - to Sand and himself - his feelings, but he doesn’t admit to himself that he’s already made his choice until the very next scene.

The choice. And they are sitting again, and that’s only two of them again, and Ray wears Sand’s t-shirt again, and this is very different.

Because this is not just occasional t-shirt. This is the one we saw Sand wears. This is the one that was on him the very same day Ray made an attempt to move on from Mew. The very same day Ray said “I want to know you better”, the very same day he invited himself in Sand’s life. The day they were probably very happy, even if way far from well communicated, the day that could become an indication of something new for them.

And he wears this t-shirt when he says something cheesy about “I will handle everything while I have you” and “Let me be the part of your dream” - the very same dream Sand told him about the very same day.

And it’s just painfully obvious that there is nothing about Mew on the picture anymore. Sand told him “I won’t wait for you” and Ray was like “You don’t need to, I’m already here”. Oh they’ll fuck it up so hard, won’t they?

The comeback. And like that, Ray’s style is back. Because Ray’s clothes don’t tell us story about trying to be someone else, but a story about wanting someone else.

And when he and Mew have this beautiful adult healthy conversation that I love the most we know that Ray is already accepted his choice - the one that Yo knows, and Mew knows, and everyone in this world actually kind of knows. And this is how we know that this painful arc of Ray and Mew being toxic disaster is finally over even before they say anything out loud. Just because Ray wears his style again.

[tigers1o1]

Yall really liked part one

PART TWO OF WHAT YOUR FAVORITE JRWI RIPTIDE SHIP SAYS ABOUT YOUUUU

(except this time I’m not putting pictures so i can do a longer post)

PC/NPC

Pistolwhip (jay/lizzie) - if you’re all the way caught up, you are HERE for the angst. That toxic, fucked up yuri. If you havent watched 101 yet, you think they girlboss. And honestly, you girlboss too.

Sharpshooter (jay/kira) - childhood friends to lovers FUCKS you up. You probably didnt have many close connections as a kid and yearn for the kind of love that can only come from knowing someone for years. You also really like the “lovers on opposite” sides trope, but maybe not quite to the “hero/villain” trope or enemies to lovers. Just tragic romeo and juliet types.

Clockwork rivals/ women in STEM (jay/ensa) - you’re probably a STEM major too to be honest. You’re hella chill, and i know that for a fact. You are also in love with ensa. You’re also probably a cat person.

Jay’s Harem - Jay is your favorite, you’re pissed that so many people over look her and you hate your dad. You’re probably a lesbian/sapphic. You think she deserves everything. You’re probably in either a very stable relationship, or chronically alone.

Swordfish (gillion/caspain) - i feel like you’re probably a fairly lonely person who seeks comfort in those with similar backgrounds/identities to yours. You just think theyre neat :3

Scarlet Captains (chip/jasmine drake) - BOY KISSER 🫵. No but in all seriousness you LOVE the flirting, the tension. You’d probably turn into a blubbering mess if someone flirted with you the was Jazz flirts with Chip. You’re down bad for Jazz, dont lie.

Chiptune (chip/queen) - queen is your favorite character, and you’re just a littol guy. You want to be wrapped in a fuzzy blanket always and have a sweet tooth like none other. You love fluff, and are probably obsessed with the character cinnamoroll

Fnfnc (gillion/caspian/chip) - you’ve been here for a while, havent you? I feel like this one was more popular in the earlierish days, so if this is still your favorite you’ve got some DEDICATION. You are loyal to a fault and you are not afraid to fight someone if they hurt one of your besties.

Sea sharp (gill/chip/queen) - you just like them being silly together :> you also probably want to be at the middle of a cuddle pile. You think highly of your friends and you’re probably on the quieter side.

Greater mana polycule (whatever that means to you is correct) - you’re autistic and when you were a kid, you had more stuffed animals than room on your bed because you felt bad leaving anyone out

NPC/NPC

Waning crescent/ frigatebird (lizzie/ ava) - oh so you like to cry. You like tragic yuri. You liked doomed timelines. You like MCD, you freak /pos. You fuck heavily with the “hero/villain” trope but ONLY when its messy and complicated and there are no heroes and villains and they love each other but they can never have each other and- yeah thats all i need to say. You know who you are. Also props to you is you shipped it before 101. There were like 4 of us, i fear

Rosewater (lizzie/caspian) - you are LOYAL. You know who your friends are and you will defend them until you DIE. Youre also a CHRONIC overthinker. You’re probably in a strange found family relationship with most of your friends and I’m willing to bet you’re ace. You love undying loyalty in relationships, and unconditional love through extremely tough times. You probably elect to ignore the “Caspian is a traitor theory”, and if you dont, you love it for the fucked up angst potential.

Cattlepunk (drey/ ichabod) - you are ride or fucking die for this ship. You scrounch up anything there is for this ship and if you’ve consumed it all, you make it yourself. You have a thing for cowboys and pray to grizzly every day that he beings jonah scott back.

Drearl (drey/earl) - oh you’re fucking OOOOLD. You’ve been in those fandoms since the days before they deleted fated. Also. If THIS is your favorite ship? What the fuck. But its almost definitely ironic, and for that? You are iconic.

Star crossed survivors (star/ zamia) - you’re adorable, probably a lesbian, and really like happy endings despite tragedy. You want to live in the woods with 4 cats, 2 horses and your soulmate. Your favorite barbie movie is/was Barbie and the Diamond Castle

Let me know if I missed yours!!

[french-unknown]

Hiii!!!

Can you please write something about a reader who wants to get self-improved?

What I am trying to say is, the reader is kinda of lazy and all they do is sleep, eat, and read. Neglecting studies and being unproductive.

But they want to change. They tried so many times, but they became their previous self again after 2 or 3 days.

Can you please write something like Law, Shanks, Mihawk, and Ace to help them to become their best self?

Like you know motivational and inspiring thing...

I don't know if you can understand this. English is not my mother language. So it's so hard to explain. Sorry about that.

Thank you so much for writing.

With lots of love...❤️❤️❤️

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓�� 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅-𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: law, shanks, mihawk, ace 𝐂/𝐖: fluff 𝐀/𝐍: Hi! Thank you very much for appreciating what I wrote and don't worry about your request, I understood. I hope you will like it and have a nice day! (｡◝‿◜｡) 𝐖/𝐂: 1.2k +

| m a s t e r l i s t |

𝐋𝐀𝐖

✧ You had been locked in your room for several weeks and you didn't want to come out. You didn't want to see people. You didn't want to listen to them. You didn't want to talk to them.

✧ You just wanted to spend your days alone in your blankets reading quietly with Law visiting in the evening to sleep.

✧ Everyone outside, even your friends, bored you: their conversations didn't interest you and their reactions annoyed you. Besides, you didn't see what you could talk to them about and, even when you tried, you were cut off. this invisibilization irritated you so much that you ended up not saying a word, plunging yourself even deeper into your boredom, and no longer coming.

✧ You had tried several times to come back to them but your interactions turned on you more and more until the arrival of the Straw Hats who had finished isolating you for good.

Their captain who shouted everywhere and ruined your peace. Their swordsman who turned on his heel in the middle of your sentence when you tried to talk to him. Or their navigator who had cut you off to call out to Shachi who was passing behind you with his winnings from his bets with the crew.

✧ You hadn't left your room since.

✧ Law didn't see your isolation in a good light so, given that you were only reading and your reading stock was dwindling, he mentioned the very well-stocked library of the Straw Hats. Innocently, of course.

✧ He arranged for the Straw Hats to start a party before you could get out. Not wanting to get stuck in the hubbub on your way back to your room, you decided to stay reading in the Sunny Library until the crowd dispersed. Law sent Robin to the library to read her book.

✧ You came home the next morning to talk to Law about the archaeologist who was nice and whose invitation you thought you would accept to meet up to read together. He just calmy replied: “Cool” even though he was very satisfied inside to see you regaining confidence in socialization.

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒

✧ You didn't have the motivation to do anything to advance your goals. You always pushed everything aside with an "I'll do it later" to continue reading until you found yourself in the evening and said to yourself "It's too late to start, I'll do it tomorrow".

✧ It was like this every day.

✧ One morning, Shanks came into your room humming after you went back. He approached you under your suspicious gaze and took your book from your hands before going to the window and casually throwing your book into the water over his shoulder.

You could have ripped him alive just for that.

✧ However, he took out an old crumpled sheet of paper from his pocket with a quill already inked on it and wrote your objective in large letters at the top of the page. Then he spent the rest of the morning with you on the bed figuring out all the steps to take before reaching your goal. He embellished the page with little drawings here and there to make it more “cool”.

✧ He called himself "the Emperor of the to-do list" throughout.

✧ The next day, you did one of the tasks on the list because it didn't take much time / effort and you could do it from your bed. You simply checked it off and, when Shanks came back in the evening, you showed him.

✧ Every time you checked a box, he showered you with a shower of congratulations as well as special drinking parties to celebrate your accomplishment.

✧ The whole crew also ended up getting involved and they all encouraged you in their own way.

𝐌𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊

✧ He was genuinely starting to worry about you: you didn't want to go out anymore and it had been weeks since you had seen the light of day.

No matter what he does, you always return to your bed after stocking up on food in the middle of the night in the castle kitchen. You stay all day under your covers. You would refuse his invitations every time he offered to accompany him outside the castle or during his missions outside Kuraigana. You always justified that you were more comfortable in your bed and that you didn't see the point in going out.

✧ He ironically thought that he was the one called a vampire.

✧ Finally, he got fed up. He waited for you in the kitchen during the night and started talking to you for a long time. You find his behavior quite strange but you keep talking, hoping that he will make fewer remarks to you later about the fact that you always stay locked in your bedroom.

However, when you opened the door to your room to finally snuggle into your soft pillows and blankets, you noticed that your bed was gone. Your bed was missing. You tried all the rooms in the castle but all the beds had disappeared. As well as all the pillows and blankets. There were none left in the entire castle.

✧ He then guided you towards Hitsugibune where his usual seat had been replaced by your blankets and pillows. You were shocked while he gave you the choice between staying on the island and sleeping on the cold stone floor or boarding with him and sleeping in comfortable bedding.

After toying with the idea of sleeping on the cold castle floor just to annoy him, you finally agree to go on his boat.

✧ After a few weeks of traveling, you realize that getting out of bed was the best solution because your days were no longer an endless blur. They no longer paraded at full speed without your having the slightest memory of them.

𝐀𝐂𝐄

✧ You wanted to start sport but you couldn't stay regular.

✧ You could tell yourself all the benefits it would give you (post-session well-being with endorphins, being more active in everyday life, more energy etc.) but you couldn't do it. Even motivational phrases like “the hardest part is to begin!” only made you feel even more depressed when you found yourself hopelessly in sportswear in your bed.

✧ You motivated yourself to do a week then you missed a session because you had aches. And another because you were tired. Then another one because you were lazy and, at rhis point, it wouldn't make a difference.

And you always ended up stopping.

✧ But Ace wanted to help you so he offered to accompany him on his next mission. You never refused to spend more time with him so you agreed.

✧ However, this trip as a couple was very different from the previous ones where you made all your trips at sea with his striker and those on land with the island's transport.

✧ This time, you did everything by yourself.

You paddled on the Grand Line while Ace helped you while telling you about his fights with Sea Kings. You hiked from one town to another while arguing with your idiot lover who had forgotten to take money for transportation. You climbed mountains hand in hand with him as you chatted happily.

✧ Finally, you got a taste for these privileged private moments with your boyfriend. They provided you with enough physical exercises to satisfy you without constraining you and you no longer felt the duty to do these sessions alone.

Congratulations, you found my 3rd Easter Egg Here a ʚ 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 ɞ as a token of my admiration

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