#have a very thrown together girl direction fic!

[absoloutenonsense]

Eat, Drink, and Be Cherry by nonsensedarling

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | Explicit | 3k

Harry explores a new way to pleasure herself.

Unfortunately, her roommate comes home at the worst time... or is it the best?

Written for @wankersday

Read here on AO3.

[enwoso]

CASUAL — leah williamson

wow, it’s a long one. this has admittedly taken me so long to write. i had the idea of this fic at the start of october but for some reason its just took so long to actually finish lol, but anyways as always hope you enjoy🤍

warning: implied smut, mdni 18+

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"girl where did you end up last night?" your best friend and also flatmate, amelie asked as you sat in your local cafe debriefing from last nights' night out events over a 'morning' coffee — it was more late afternoon — the two of you having very different endings to the night.

you sat swirling the dregs of your coffee around as you tried to find the way to explain, not so much how you didn't end up back at the flat cause you know she's knows that after catching you walking through the front door at nine am this morning in last nights clothes your head hanging from both the severe amount of alcohol you'd consumed last night but also in slight shame.

it was more whose apartment you stayed at you were trying to find the words to tell her about.

"oh y/n. you didn't did you-" amelie began as you nodded as a defeated sigh left your lips. that being all the clarification your best friend needed. ok, it may not be your proudest moment but who are you to deny a sexy, goddess of a women. but you knew this was heading in the direction of your getting another ear full.

"y/n.. what have i told you, you need to cut all ties with leah. you deserve someone who's going to treat you so much better-" amelie reached out grabbing your hands as you were still looking down at your coffee cup, you looked up a little.

you knew she was right, but you couldn't admit that to yourself. there was something about leah she was addicting and no matter how many times you ended up in between her sheets telling yourself it was the last time, it always happened again.

"yeah but-" you began but amelie gave you a stern look as her eyebrows raised as you rolled your eyes, "ok i get the message, i'll put it on my to-do list — cut leah williamson off." you dryly said, knowing it would be easier said than actually done.

"seriously you need too, your acting like a loser-" amelie continued as you opened your mouth to say something about the small insult she'd thrown your way but you were unable to. "you are though, your better than the rumours that people are spitting-"

"how do you-"

"people talk y/n!"

you'd heard the rumours going around the locals plus there'd been some article posted on an instagram post noticing you in leah's car after a match — you being labelled as 'mysterious girl'.

you weren't known to the media, thank god, you were lucky if you had over two hundred followers as if you had anymore than that fans would have an absolute field day with the news.

instead you were just a normal, twenty six year old girl who'd grown up in north london and had the usual nine to five corporate job as well as having a casual relationship with the leah williamson but you kept that under wraps as after all it was just something which was casual.

you'd met through a mutual friend of yours who also happened to be one of leah's teammates. lotte, who you went to school together and you'd stayed somewhat in contact. it always being a pleasant surprise to see her whenever your paths crossed.

you had bumped into her in a coffee shop near hours before you were being pressed up against a club wall by a blonde defender, having had one too many. the two of you had spent the night being overly touchy and flirting, her lips being felt all around your body leaving your skin feeling hot and your head all fuzzy.

"mine or yours?" leah whispered against your ear, as her teeth grazed your earlobe, you having to refrain yourself from whimpering. leah's hands gripping your hips as your were tangled in the ends of her hair.

"yours" you managed to get out, although it was quiet leah hear every letter. her hands reaching up to grab your hand as she dragged you through the club and towards the exit without as much of a bat of an eyelid towards her friends who she was leaving behind.

to both your luck there was a black cab waiting on the side of the road, both of you taking the chance to get in as leah immediately told the driver her address.

leah's hand stayed on your thigh the entire time as her thumb drew little circles absentmindedly, the busy streets of london making it feel like it's taken hours just to get a few minutes up the road.

as you watched out the window there was a cloud of regret you knew you'd feel in the morning but right now that wasn't what you mind wanted. you right now wanted leah.

so as soon as you cross the threshold of her apartment, you were pinned against the wall. the coldness sending a sharp shiver down your spine. "your so gorgeous" leah whispered as her eyes darkened, the sweet innocence of her blue eyes long gone.

inching closer so that your faces were impossibly close, taking one of her hands as it lands on the back of your neck and kisses you. slow but deep.

letting yourself get lost in her lips as it becomes more passionate and searching but then leah leans back a little, realising that you were in the middle of her hallway.

"come with me, baby" she whispers, her accent thick as the pet name rolls off her tongue but laced with love making your head spin even more as she extends her hand for you to grab as she leads you towards her bedroom, pushing the door open with her foot as her other hand laces itself back around you waist pulling you back to being impossibly close to her.

giving her a teasing look as she kisses you again this one more needy and fervent. feeling her hands all around your body nipping and pulling at your skin as you feel the back of you legs on the edge of her bed. a slight push and you back met with softness of her white sheets.

a small moan leaving leah's lips into the kiss as she felt your hands gently squeeze her ass, feeling her smile against your lips knowing that you were having the same affect on her as she was on you. you were both driving each other crazy.

as the kiss grow more sloppy as whines were being strung from both of your lips, your hips mindlessly starting to slowly grind against her. leah moving to kiss your neck leaving small kisses and sucking on your neck that elicited small moans from your lips as your breathing hitches.

leah's kisses to your neck becoming more intense you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second as you hips carried on to move against her. your hands lingering on her back as your nails dug that little deeper, more than likely leaving scratch marks.

"please le-" you moan out softly, needing more.

-

that wasn't the last time you saw the blonde defender, nor the last time you ended up with your limbs tangled between each other.

whenever the other had, had a drink or just when you needed company leah seemed to always be there. you felt like you craved her at all hours of the day. you found your mind sometimes wondering what she may be doing when you weren't by her side.

but you weren't together, it was just a casual thing. is what you found you were telling yourself.

but with each weekend that passed you found yourself spending them with leah more and more often. which is exactly what had happened this weekend.

leah had called you, she never calls you only ever texts. strange is what you thought when you saw her caller id on the screen a small smile slipping onto your lips as you pressed accept.

"hello?" you said as leah was yet to speak, you thought maybe she had called the wrong number. maybe she hadn't meant to call you .

"hi y/n-" she finally spoke but she lacked her usual confident tone, this time it had been replaced with a nervous shake of her accent. like she had something in her head that she needed to get out.

"did you need something le?" you ask as there is a deafening silence on the other end, a few rustling sounds before leah clears her throat.

"um are you doing anything this afternoon-" leah paused as you think to your plans for the afternoon, "more specifically are you doing anything at two?" leah continued as she waited your response as you hummed.

"no i should be free, why?" you asked wondering what this was going to lead to, what did she have planned.

"fabulous!" a breath of relief was let out from leah as she had a big grin on her face on the other line which if you could have saw would have made you smile, "since you aren't doing anything, do you wanna come to my match?"

you felt as though her words had just fell on deaf ears, you couldn't believe what you were actually hearing. ever since you and leah had- well whatever your relationship was it had always been in the darkness of everyone else, behind peoples back and away from prying eyes.

this felt like a step, you didn't know what direction but it felt like it meant something good.

as you tried to contain your happiness you nodded forgetting she wasn't actually in the room with you, "i- um i would love to le"

"great! i'll erm get your tickets sorted and send them over" leah explained as you hummed along before she quickly had to say her goodbyes claiming that she needed to get her pre match routine started.

since having to re-organise your afternoon, you were now going around rushing trying to find an outfit. not knowing if it was too cliche you going in an arsenal jersey of leah's or whether a subtle hint of red in your outfit would be a better idea.

deciding on just the subtle hint of red, finding a red cap which just so happen to also be leah’s which she’d left at yours after one night.

once you got the match you were amazed at the amount of people who had turned up, yourself not being as clued in of how big a scale women’s football was as admittedly you didn’t exactly have a big interest in football or in sport in general.

but for leah, you’d sit and watch football match after match if you knew it would make her happy.

once you found your seat in the stand you quickly sent the blonde a message not expecting her to even reply but she did.

Y/N:) - i’m here! good luck, i’ll be cheering you on☺️

LE<3 - i seen you! i’ve been looking for that hat. but i think it’s found a better home now;)

LE<3 - meet me near the dugout at the end!

finding yourself smiling at her messages as she sent another telling you what to say to the security so they would let you in to where leah wanted you to be, before slipping your phone back into your pocket ready to watch a game of football.

the ninety minutes felt as if they flew by, and at first you must admit you didn’t exactly understand what you were watching so you just cheered when everyone else around you did, but at the first half and definitely into the second half you managed to get a few rules down — with the help of a google search..

watching as leah walked around clapping and waving to fans looking so effortlessly good in her kit and with the fact she’d just run around for a good ninety minutes it never managed to fail to surprise you how easy she made it look.

despite the team only coming out with a draw which you knew leah would be slightly huffed about especially since they were by far the better team, you still were incredibly proud of her.

walking down and reciting the exact words that leah had messaged you to the security you made it to where she had told you to meet her, but that’s when a certain someone recognised you. a wide smile and arms wide open for you.

"oh y/n it's lovely to see you" amanda engulfed you in a hug, a warm fuzzy but also bittersweet feeling filling your chest. you'd met her mum totally by accident one of the first times that you and leah slept together. she'd been dropping of groceries for her daughter. leah trying to rush you out the door before things got to awkward.

but instead amanda being the polite women she is asked her daughter to introduce you to her. it ending up you stayed an extra two hours longer than you'd planned much to leah's discomfort, but in a way that made it all the more that enjoyable.

"what you doing after here?" amanda asked as she pulled you out the hug, leah lingering just behind you chewing the inside of her lip. "just if your not busy you can always join us for a few drinks" amanda smiled so sincerely as you thought over the invitiation briefly, would it be awkward - maybe? but friends can go out for drinks too!

“yeah, i’d love too” you grinned as a small cheer left amanda’s lips, you seeing the slight falter of a look on leah’s face before it turned back to her signature tight lipped frown.

or maybe you did it just to spite the blonde defender who stood so nervous next to you.

"brilliant! leah we'll wait out at the cars for you" amanda directed towards her daughter as she nodded a small sigh leaving her lips as she plastered on a fake smile, you knew there was a part of her that didnt want you there but that just added fuel to your fire.

amanda looping her arm with yours as the two of you walked towards where the cars would be at the back of the emirates stadium to take you and the williamson family for a few drinks to celebrate the win.

"so how have you been?" amanda asks as she walks beside you, a genuine interest in her tone, as you hum catching her up with your life which hadn't been all that exciting, most days merging into one.

"leah tells me you've been helping her with some business project? how's it going?" amanda asks and you swear your throat started to close up, your words getting stuck in between your lips as your eyes goes wide.

"oh- um yeah it's coming together-" quite literally. you stutter out a response hoping it doesn't raise to much suspicion and praying that the topic is over with just as quick as it came.

"leah won't give me a clue what it's about" amanda complains as she continues to tell you about the countless times she tried to get it out of her daughter as you hummed along more in your head as to why leah would say you were just business partners? why not just say your friends, cause after all you were?

"mhm well i won't be one to spoil the surprise then" you nervously chuckled as you saw the cars in the distance knowing you were close to the end of the conversation. amanda letting out a groan as she hoped she'd be able to get the big surprise out of you but that would be pretty hard considering there was no big surprise.

you were going to have to talk with leah, which would be a little odd as when the two of you were alone, not much talking would be done well not the converse action.

amanda letting go of your arm as she got into the other side of the cab, leah coming out the exit of the back of the stadium as she jogged quickly getting into the people carrier. sitting herself in the seat next to you as she shot you a soft smile.

-

the night was actually going smoothly, leah seemed to get out of whatever strop she was in when you were stood with her family in the emirates and was actually talking to you now. well more flirting with you. her hand getting dangerously high up on your thigh as she spoke.

"have i told you how pretty you look-" she blurted out as you took a small sip of your drink, a small smile appearing on your face as you lifted the glass from your lips and back to the table.

"you may have mentioned a few times" you whispered as this time it was leah's time to smile as her hand drifted a little further up your thigh as you shot her look as she squeezed your thigh making you jump in your seat a little.

"le-" you harhsly said inbetween your teeth as she looked at you so innocently as if she had not clue what she was doing to you but you know she knew. leah knew what her touch was doing to you and how it was affecting you.

leah had you right where she wanted you and honestly, you were going to let her - you'd face the consequences later on. right now, you wanted her, in more ways than one.

standing up with a loud scrape of your chair, all eyes turning to land on you, "m'sorry just- i'll be back-" you stutter out, your cheeks all flushed as you made a beeline straight for the toilets.

amanda looking worryingly over her shoulder at you before turning to leah, who just simply shrugged that making her mum's eyebrows furrow even more.

"i better go and check on her" leah stood up excusing herself as she followed suit pushing the door on the pub toilet door seeing you touching up your lip gloss as you regained your composure from the feeling on her hands on your body.

leah locking the door behind her, a rye smile on her lips as she stepped just that little bit closer to you, feeling your heart beat just that little bit faster.

was it nerves, probably but maybe it was more the uncertainty as you never knew what you were going to get with the blonde.

"are you sure?" leah whispered as she placed a quick kiss to your cheek before resting her hands to your hips as a smug smile came from you before you nodded.

"do you think you can keep up?" leah teased as your shot her a shocked look as she pulled you into deeper into the bathroom, your back now pushed flush against the sink.

"i'm sure i can.. business partner-" you whisper as you inch closer to her, making your eyes switch between her eyes and lips a flash of shock appearing on her face.

but just as leah opened her mouth to say another teasing comment, you wrap your hand behind her neck and slam your lips against hers. the kiss quickly turning heated when leah's tongue enters your mouth as a familiar warmth floods your body in seconds,

her hands gripping at your waist as she tugs you closer to her without breaking the kiss. the sound of your lips together was enough to leave an uncomfortable throbbing inbetween your legs.

leah pulls back for a moment searching for anything in your eyes that may say that you don't want this but there was nothing but lust, a small whine leaving your lips at the loss of contact in your lips before leah's diving right back in.

the sound that had been blasting through the pub had now quieten to a mere hum as your focus was solely now on the girl in front of you.

her hands placed on the small on your back slightly pushing in to make your back arch as your chest pushed into her. as leah's hands soon made their way slowly to slide down you your ass as your tongues graze against each other.

"so pretty for me, my love" your heart jumps at her loving tone as you feel the blood rush to your cheeks, leah's words always having some sort of effect on you and always leaving you feeling flustered.

leah's eyes roam your figure as her hand traces absentmindedly, as if she planning her next attack on your body. the blonde noticing the way your breath hitched when her fingers sit on your pulse point on your neck.

leah rotating her hand so her fingers lie gently against it awaiting your reaction as she smirks watching as you squeeze your eyes shut, as your hands grip against the rim of the sink.

a small chuckle leaves leah's lips as she leans down to press her lips to your neck sucking harshly on your sweet spot. a string of little whimpers leave your pretty little lips as you tilt your head more to the side allowing leah to have more access.

"le, please do something" you beg, feeling her hand roam underneath your hoodie, grazing across your breasts.

"don't be impatient baby girl" she rasps against your ear, tugging down on it with her teeth as you feel your self squeeze your thighs together. hoping it will help you relieve some tension between her legs.

leah finally lifting your hoodie over your head as she throws to the ground of the pub bathroom. usually you would have felt embarrassed as you would feel your whole body want to cower aways but with leah, it felt different. it felt good, it felt right.

-

it was a typical saturday night, leah had her home match at the emirates on the sunday so she was taking advantage of her the small out of rest time she had. a small hum of the tv playing in the background as you watched it, but really all your mind could focus on was the fact leah’s fingers were combing through the ends of your hair.

you were lying wrapped in leah's arms on her couch as the tv played, leah focused on some insta reel on her phone. you head tucked on her chest as it heaved up and down, the wholesome of the interaction. it felt like it was meant to be — it felt real.

"le?" you whispered your head turning to look up at the blonde as a small hum left her lips, her phone lowering a little.

"where do you see yourself in a year?" you asked, it was something that played on your mind a lot, cause would you still be in some casual relationship with leah or would you have your own apartment and she’d show you off to her friends as something more.

you were more hoping for the second option, since the months had passed since you both promised out of breathe that there wouldn’t be any strings attached.

and boy oh boy had that changed, especially since your favourite bra lived in her dresser. it was pretty hard to be casual.

“cause maybe we’d be more and going on cute little dates in a cafe before you’d go off to training” you began as you sat up, you rambling on as your hands flew around with some enthusiasm making you miss the way leah’s face changed.

“and then when you come home i’d be there waiting, your dinner on the table-“ you paused as you looked down to see leah’s face, puzzled but also her eyes they told you a different emotion, not the same energy you had but it was sadness — more a sense of guilt.

“i- sorry i got ahead of myself” you mumbled as your back sunk into the back of her couch, the further side from her.

leah shook her head, and you were half expecting her to wrap you in a hug and kiss your cheek and tell you it was okay and that maybe she felt the same way.

but she didn’t.

"y/n, remember, we're not together-" leah cut straight to the point, her tone blunt as you felt your heart drop and your brows furrowing and a quickly developing pout spreading across your lips.

you let out a shaky breath as you nodded slowly, you understood. she had kept her side of the promise of no strings attached. “i- just thought maybe?” you said so quietly it only came out as a whisper as you fidgeted with your fingers.

looking up to see leah’s face it told you everything you needed to know. you’d only known the blonde for a several amount of months but you knew her well enough to know what her face was telling you without actually having to say the actual words.

“oh i get it” you scoffed slightly, choking back on the tears which pricked at your eyes. all it ever was going to be was casual.

leah’s opened her mouth but nothing came out as she sat herself up on the couch but before she could even attempt to reach out to you, you were up from the couch. slipping your shoes on your feet. you didn’t want to be in the same room as her.

“y/n- don’t” leah finally managed to get out as she followed your actions following you into her hallway which was littered with her football memorabilia from her glittering career. but you shook your head, her voice to painful to hear as you stopped with your back to her just before the front door.

"do you know what's actually quite funny-" you paused to let out a little chuckle as you stood mere metres from the door, as you looked up from your shoes spinning slightly so you faced her. leah stood her shoulders sunken as she tried to plead with you not to leave.

"i actually thought i meant something to you- but i guess that's just how little i actually meant to you" you sighed as tried to steady your breath, tears prickling at your eyes ready to fall at any moment.

"i- i was ready-" you paused as your words got stuck in your throat, leah reaching out for you as you took a step back. "i was ready to give you my everything" you admitted it coming out just a little louder than a whisper.

"y/n-"

“no leah, you’d made it clear how you feel” you spat out as you spun on your heal, leaving leah calling out your name but your ignored her, reaching for the door and hearing how it clicked shut behind you.

part of you was hoping she was going to rip her front door open and call after you and not stop until you were back in the warmth of her arms but the corridor in her apartment block was silent.

the other part of you hated yourself how long you had let it drag out for, but now you were free. she can go to hell.

stumbling through the street as your tears fell down your cheeks, tapping away at your phone until you found the contact you wanted, the dial drilling through your ear a few times before it got to voicemail.

you sighed as you heard the beep, "i cut her off, amelie."

[demibats]

been thinking about richbuisnessman!eddie and how he would spoil you with gifts and jewels and different types of jewelry and clothes and accessories until one day he decides to get you an anklet with his initials on it and you surprise him one day buy putting on the lingerie he bought you a few weeks ago and putting the anklet on and everytime he hears it jingle while he’s thrusting into you he gets harder and rougher until youre both wore out 🤭🤭been thinking about doing a short fic on this but i would die to see your spin on it 👻👻

MY MIND IS REELING HOLY HELL. so i def took some creative liberties with this one because i wanted to stay true to eddie’s character, so in regards to him being a rich business man, i changed it just a bit 🤭 this has also been sitting in my ask box for probably near a year, but here ya go!!! changed it juuuuust slightly bc i believe that eddie munson is an absolute munch and eats pussy for his won pleasure. enjoy!

content warnings; smut (if you're under 18, do not interact!), fem terms and anatomy used, oral (f!receiving), eddie eating pussy because he loooooves it (and yes this needs it own tag), slight dom/sub dynamics, use of 'sir' as an honorific toward eddie

Eddie Munson is a modest man. With a wallet and dick that fat, you're surprised. Most men would be shouting from the rooftops of their penthouses that they're loaded, throwing hundreds at the dozen strippers they order every other friday night, just because they can.

But Eddie Munson isn't like that at all.

He doesn't live in some monstrous mansion or picturesque penthouse, he doesn't own six cars or a private jet. He isn't the kind of man to have a different girl in his bed every night, ones that really are only interested in him for his money. He's always been a gentleman and shot them down politely, but still met with a drink being thrown in his face or some uncalled for insult.

When you met him, he didn't give any indication that he had money. He wore a faded Dio shirt tucked into a pair of black slacks and a matching suit jacket. His thick fingers had scuffed silver rings, one for almost each of them. He had the most unruly curls you'd ever seen on a man. He flashed you a smile from your spot behind the bar, a toothpick hanging from the side of his mouth as he raised his glass in your direction, the men around him making comments about his boldness. From that moment forward, you were mesmerized.

The most difficult part about being romantically involved with him, was the gifts you'd receive from him. Eddie was very straight-foward with his wealth, he told you on your first date, to the exact same bar you tended. He told you he had toured with local bands from his hometown as an instrument and audio visual engineer. He made calls to different tour and musician managers to see if he would be able join their road crew. After a few years of life on the road, he managed to open up his own music shop. That's when the big bucks started flowing.

Despite knowing that he has more than enough money to spoil you with, you're still bashful and hesitant about accepting them. Hell, when he asked you to move in with him, you declined it almost immediately, not wanting to seem like you were financially leaning on him in any way. Even after you began living together, you maintained a 40-hour work week at the bar for some time.

The first gift, more like gifts, were beautiful bouquets of flowers he'd bring home to you. You'd be at home, curled up into the couch cushions with a paperback folded in your hands and in comes your darling boyfriend, ringed fingers curled around the green stems of another bouquet. Every Monday, he comes home from work with a fresh bouquet to replace your old ones. "To cure your Monday Blues, dollface," he'd say.

Then came the clothes. Every weekend he offered to take you shopping, saying something along the lines of, "Maybe we'll find something from one of those magazines you seem to actually read." Within the first month of living together, your portion of your shared closet took up the most space, at least a 3/4 ratio.

You feel beyond special, never taking his gifts for granted, especially since you're more than aware he knows he doesn't have to. He always tries to play it off, explaining how gift giving is just his love language. You might actually believe him, considering he gets his friends outrageous gifts as well, but it's different with you. There's a dark glimmer in his eyes when you tear back the paper encasing your newest present from your beloved.

Behind a deep maroon wrapping paper, lies a small white box. The name across the top of the box in golden script is of a jewelry shop you recognize. And it's not a cheap shop either. Lifting the lid off the box, your eyes flick up to meet Eddie, who's smirking, arms folded over his chest while a hand cradles his chin.

Once the gift has been revealed, a small gasp escapes from parted lips. It's a dainty anklet, sterling silver. As you lift the jewelry up by careful fingers, you notice the hanging letters. A less-than-subtle 'EM' charm hanging from it. It's also in a script font, making the 'E' look like a backwards '3'. A small gemstone sets between the initials, a beautiful cut ruby.

To say it's beautiful is an understatement. It's gorgeous, only something that Eddie Munson himself would think to be a perfect fit for his sweetheart. "Whaddya think?" He asks, though he already knows how you feel, more than confident at his gift-giving abilities.

"Eds, I love it. It's perfect, thank you," you chide, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips as another form of 'thank you.'

It isn't until Eddie decides that the two of you are going on vacation in Santorini that you ever really wear it. It's too ornate for every day wear, and a small part of you fears that it'll somehow slip or snap off and you'll have lost it.

Laid out on a reclining beach chair, you're soaking up the midday Grecian sun, shades perched atop the bridge of your nose and a mimosa in hand. The rental Eddie snagged for your two-week excursion was straight from a resort advertisement. The modern advancements made were stunning, but the architecture was true the city. You'd never imagined being sprawled out in front of a heated pool overlooking the beautiful seaside.

Aside from one of the many bikinis you packed for the trip and your sunglasses, you only had on the dainty anklet purchased by your lover. It settled against your skin and caught the sun's rays, making it shine.

"Look at you," you hear Eddie from over your shoulder. You hadn't heard him come outside, but the soft breath against the side of your neck made you jump, "spoiled rotten."

You can't help but snicker at his comment. He had made you this way with his expensive gifts, how could he judge? You decide to lean into this role of the 'spoiled rotten brat' he so lovingly teased you with, "What could you possibly want that's more important than me enjoying the sun?"

He knows better than to take the comment seriously, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he stands up from his crouched position, stepping to stand in front of the sun, "Wanna run that by me again, sweetheart?"

You see him now, in all his glory. Long curls pulled back into a bun, strands creeping out from either movement or humidity, you aren't sure. A pair of black swim trunks hang off his hips and a Metallica muscle tank has been pulled over his tattooed torso, the ink etched into his arms still exposed. Good enough to eat.

Pushing your shades up on top of your head, you roll eyes at him once they're visible, "Ugh, you're blocking the sun, Eddie."

The metalhead raises his hands in defeat, a small smile on his features as he steps to the side, allowing the sun to once again be soaked up into your pores, "Alright, alright. No need to get feisty. Come inside for a while, I made lunch."

Even though you felt assured you'd won whatever playful battle was at hand, you weren't sure you were ready to drop the facade. Though, you were getting hungry, and if Eddie cooked? Your mouth watered at the thought.

"Fine. But because I'm hungry, not because you asked." You taunt as you swing your legs off the chair's recline, sliding your feet into your sandals.

Following him inside, he opens the sliding glass door for you, like the perfect gentleman he's always been, before following you through the threshold, sliding it shut behind him.

As the two of you enter the kitchen, your eyes land on the empty stove and countertops, eyebrows knit together in confusion, "Eddie, you said you-"

You're cut off by Eddie's fingers digging into your hip, backing you up against the marble counter top. Lifting your gaze up to his, the breath is nearly sucked out of you at his imposing stance in front of you, "I might've told a white lie," he mumbles, eyes glued to where his hand meets your flesh. His fingers slide underneath the thin band to your bottoms before allowing it to snap against your skin, "but then again, your attitude needs an adjustment."

Even with his tone bordering on mean, he leans in and catches your lips in a passionate kiss, taking his time. He can taste the freshly squeezed orange juice on your tongue. A firm, tattooed hand stays at your hip, holding you in place as your arms slink around his neck. With both his kiss and touch still relatively gentle, the thoughts that you're able to process are that he'll remain stern with you, but not unreasonable.

The brunette brings his kiss to your neck, down to your collarbone, traveling lower and lower until he reaches your navel. Glossy brown orbs lock onto yours as he slides the bottoms of your swimsuit down your legs.

"Don't cum until I say so," he states, his tone brokering no room for argument, "Got it?"

You nod, hands already white-knuckling against the edge of the counter, "yes..."

"Yes what?" he questions as he brings your ankles out of the fabric, eye catching that gorgeous anklet.

"Yes sir," you breathe, head lulling back, shoulders slumping already at the thought of his face buried between your thighs.

He carefully brings your thigh over his shoulder, one hand gripping the flesh there while the other has a determined hold on your opposite hip. Before another word can be passed between the two of you, his face is pressed to your core, tongue flattening out to lick a slow stripe between your folds. Although he's taking his time, listening intently to every sound you make, no matter how quiet, he's relentless. Tongue dipping into your weeping hole, his nose catching on your clit every so often. He's tuned in with your body, it's subtle movements, the noises you make and what the different sounds mean. You couldn't derail his focus if you tried.

Your fingers weave through his umber tresses even with it being tied back with an elastic, "Oh fuck..."

He devours you, laps at the liquid arousal trickling out, the noises caused by his actions utterly obscene. Wet, slurping and sucking noises mixed with your combined moans were a perfect melody to him. Something he'd listen to every day in his headphones, on repeat, without pausing. He shifts his eyes up, his gaze burning the image of your shallow breath matched with the swift rise and fall of your chest to memory.

The grip you have on his hair only spurs him on, especially when you tighten it. Calloused hands drag down your thighs, keeping them settled at both sides of his head like a pair of noise-cancelling headphones. He feels the soft bite of cold metal against his back, then remembers the anklet. Popping off of your dripping cunt, his chin glistening in your arousal, he brings his your thigh off of his shoulder and brings his hand down to your ankle, fingers delicately tracing over the thin metal chain.

You offer a soft whimper at the loss of contact, half-lidded eyes locked onto his figure, "Wha.. Why'd you stop?"

Cocking his head to the side, he taps the pad of his index finger against the jewelry dangling off your ankle, "Just... admiring the leash you so willingly wear." He coos, the words filled with lust.

He dives back in, bringing both thighs onto his shoulders, face snugly between them. He doesn't relent until you're arching your back, shuddering with every flick of his tongue. Even then, he's still not satisfied, and neither of you. You're on the cusp of your orgasm, trying to let Eddie know, but he just gives three gentle taps to your hip and a disapproving grunt. His words ring in your ears, Don't cum until I say so ... Got it?

Just as you're sure you can't hold out on him any longer, he mumbles 'you can cum, sweetheart,' against your mound, then goes right back to his assault on your clit. You spasm, thighs clenched around his head to the point you're sure he can't breathe, orgasm tearing through your body like a ripcord. He slowly brings the aggressive flicks of his tongue to a stop once you're whimpering, out of breath, sensitivity having taken a strong hold on you.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, staying knelt between your legs as you catch your breath and return from the astral plane and back into your body. Though, he can't help but sneak glances at the silver anklet, and the 'EM" charm hanging off of it.

thank you for reading xx.

[creamsickle-writes]

A Thing or Two: Ace x F!Reader x Luffy

Tags: nsfw, Luffy and Ace interact in a not safe for work context (Ace teaches Luffy how to have sex and guides him to Reader's entrance during the fic), oral sex, penetrative sex, creampies, and light dirty talk

Ace noticed how his little brother stared at you.

As you danced in the middle of the ship’s deck, Luffy had his eyes glued to you the entire time; his eyes raked over your figure, his gaze shamelessly glued to your hips as you shook them. He would occasionally reach towards the table of food behind him, eating here and there. 

Ace cracked a smile; it had been a long time since he reunited with his brother. After his two years of training, it seemed he’d certainly grown up in more ways than one. After all, he had never seen Luffy so interested in women before. 

Ace approached his brother, placing a hand on his shoulder, a grin on his face.

“She’s a looker, isn’t she?”

“Huh?” Luffy looked up at his brother.

“The girl you’ve been eyeing all night,” Ace laughed, cocking his head in your direction.

Luffy blushed slightly and turned back to the buffet table, stuffing his face with anything and everything. 

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Ace.” 

“You don’t have to deny it, you know.” Ace chuckled, “Not like you to be shy.”

Luffy grumbled as he ate his meat, barely chewing before swallowing it all, “Not being shy, don’t like her like that. She’s just a friend.”

Ace raises a brow, “Then surely you don’t mind me talking to her, do you?”

Ace stiffens when Luffy looks up at him, his eyes filled with almost murderous intent. Ace laughed and raised his hands, trying to calm the younger man, “Easy, Luffy. Was only teasing.”

“Good!” Luffy pouted, “’Cause she’s mine, and you can’t have her!”

“Thought you didn’t like her like that?” Ace teased, and Luffy just crossed his arms in defiance. 

“Well, maybe I lied!” 

Ace laughed and rolled his eyes playfully, “Why don’t you talk to her? I saw her staring at you a few times tonight.”

“Really?!” Luffy bounced off the walls, looking at you as you danced amongst your crewmates. 

Luffy immediately dashed towards you, striking up conversation rather quickly. Ace only laughed. That was his brother, for sure.

He watched on, seeing you both talk happily. 

_____

A few months later, Ace reunites with his brother again, and yet again, another fantastic party is thrown. 

This crew really liked any excuse to party, Ace finds out quickly.

And this time, when he sees his brother, he’s dancing with you instead of just ogling you from afar. Ace smiles, glad he was part of why you two eventually ended up together. 

As the party goes on, you eventually leave the dance floor and make your way to Ace. To his surprise, you ask if you can speak with him in private. He gives a shrug and decides, sure, he can step away for a bit.

When you reach the kitchen, you sit down, and Ace sits beside you.

“Hey, um,” you start, nervously laughing, “I know this is weird, but… but do you know Luffy is into?”

“Into?” Ace squints, leaning back in his chair.

He doesn’t miss how your cheeks flush, “Well, it’s just that… I’ve tried dropping hints to Luffy that I want to, um, take our relationship further, but I don’t think he’s noticed?”

Ace cracks a smile.

Oh.

You wanted to know how to turn Luffy on.

“Not sure,” he shrugs, “I’d imagine you’d have to be very blunt with him, though.”

You only nod, leaning in to capture every word from Ace’s lips.

“Just don’t dance around it. Say how you feel.”

“Okay.” You then clear your throat, “And um, I just wanted to ask um….”

Ace sits up, your tone seeming to change with this new topic. You sounded meeker, even more shy, as you talked.

“I’m not very experienced, so… I-I don’t know much about pleasing others like that… do you think you could, um, give me some tips before you leave?”

Ace’s eyes widened before you quickly added, “You don’t have to, though! I’m sorry, this is probably really inappropriate!”

Ace only laughs, patting your shoulder, “It’s nothing to worry about! I can probably give you some pointers before I head off.”

Now Ace is blushing because, well, it sounded like he was going to physically show you. But he swore that wasn’t his intention; he would only verbally communicate with you.

At least, that’s what the plan was.

You sigh before brushing off your skirt, “Thanks, Ace; I’m sorry this was so terribly awkward.”

“Not at all.”

The flame man watches as you get up from your seat and make your way to the kitchen door, offering a short farewell before leaving.

At that moment, when the door closes, he notices a bit of straw peeking out from behind the kitchen counter. Ace smiles softly; looks like his interaction with you had an observer.

“Luffy,” Ace calls, and immediately the straw hat ducks under the counter, “I know you’re here.”

Ace gets up from his seat and walks behind the counter, spotting the young man crouched by the floor. 

Ace kneels beside him, “Looks like your girl wants you to make a move.”

Luffy hums, “Don’t know how.”

“What?”

“I wanna do it with her, but… I don’t know what girls like.”

Ace offers a small laugh, “Looks like you’re both too scared of being inexperienced to get the ball rolling.”

“’m not scared!” Luffy retorts, “Just… wanna make sure she feels good.”

Ace gives a smile out of pity for his brother. He had never seen him be self-conscious before. He always seemed to rush in, to charge ahead without thinking, but it seemed like you meant a lot to him, and he didn’t want to mess up.

“Want you to show us, Ace. Please?”

Ace turns beet red at that and stumbles backward, landing on his ass.

“C-Come on, Luffy, I can’t do that-“

“Why not?”

“I mean, it’d be weird. We’re brothers, you know? I don’t think-“

“Pleaseeeeeee?”

Ace sighed, “Luffy-“

“Besides, we aren’t, um,” Luffy thinks momentarily to find his words, “Blood-related! Or even married-related!”

Ace chewed the inside of his mouth. That was a fair point; there would really be nothing incestuous about this possible encounter. But still, it felt forbidden, wrong…

“Come on, Ace, you taught me how to do everything! What’s so different about this?!”

Ace is about to offer another rebuttal, but he can’t say no when he sees Luffy’s big, round doe-eyes.

Instead, Ace sighs, “Alright, how are we going to do this?”

_____

The next night comes, and Ace asks to see you in the crow’s nest. You make your way up, surprised to see Luffy is there too. Your boyfriend gives you a big smile and waves as Ace stands next to him, a slight smirk on his face.

“What’s up?” You ask, cautiously approaching the two men.

Ace starts, “I know you asked for some tips before. I think Luffy and I have come up with a more hands-on solution.”

You flush as you notice how the crow’s nest is furnished. There are piles of pillows and blankets adorning the floorboards. Everything between you three looks so cozy, so soft. Your eyes flicker from the floor back up to Ace and Luffy.

“A um, h-hands-on solution you say…”

“Only if you want to.” Ace adds, “But Luffy said that he wants me to show him how to please you, and since you asked how to please him, I figured we could kill two birds with one stone, yeah?”

You chewed at your bottom lip. You had always found Luffy’s brother attractive, and now that you were presented with the opportunity of being with the two men at once, your head spun.

“Don’t you feel weird about this?”

“I was a bit at first, but Luffy reminded me that we’re not technically brothers,” Ace laughs, and Luffy plops down on the blankets, spreading out comfortably as he stares up at you.

“Come on,” Luffy motions for you to come close, “Lay down with me!”

You timidly step onto the blankets and kneel next to Luffy. Little did you know you’d be sealing your fate.

Luffy kisses your lips as soon as you’re in the makeshift bed. It’s messy, wild, and full of so much energy. Your head spins.

You hear Ace laugh from behind Luffy, and soon your lips separate, “Easy there. Why don’t you try a different approach?”

“Like how?” Luffy tilts his head as he turns to look at the older man.

Ace makes his way between you both, cupping your cheek, “You mind if I show him?”

“U-Um, you can…”

Ace laughs lowly before leaning in, pressing a softer kiss to your lips. He’s still very much in charge, though, kissing you with a particular passion and forcefulness. You gasp when he licks your bottom lip, asking for permission.

Luffy never did that.

You timidly opened your mouth, allowing Ace to explore your cavern. When he slides his tongue against your own, you moan, enjoying the feeling.

When he parts from you, Luffy speaks: “Ew, why would you wanna kiss with your tongue? Sounds gross.”

“Just try it,” Ace chuckles, scooting away from you, “It feels good.”

“‘Kay…” Luffy mumbles before cupping your face and leaning in to press his lips against yours. He’s still more passionate than Ace and slightly clumsy, but you can tell he’s trying to mimic his bond brother. Soon enough, he’s licking at your lips, and you open your mouth, allowing him to explore. 

Luffy slides his tongue up against yours, tasting you thoroughly. A soft moan escapes your mouth as he begins fucking it with his tongue, teasing your own. 

He keeps going until you need to break for air. You’re left breathless as you pull away, your spit connecting you two.

Luffy bites his lips, “You’re right, Ace. Does feel good…”

And before you can catch your breath, Luffy is back on you, kissing you with his newly acquired skills. He drags you onto his lap, and you gasp when you already feel something hard poking you.

Meanwhile, Ace’s breath is trapped in his throat. Watching you and Luffy make out was really hot. He couldn’t help but bite his lip as his cock twitched in his pants. He wanted nothing more than to take your lips again, but he knew his place; he was just the instructor.

Luffy immediately tugs at your dress’s hem, “Take it off, please?”

You laugh at his whining and slowly remove your dress, allowing your body to be visible. Ace swallows thickly; you are such a beautiful girl. Your curves were in all the right places, your skin seemed silky smooth, and your beautiful eyes looked up at Luffy with such innocence.

He’s lost in your body as Luffy struggles with your bra clasp. His groans of frustration cause Ace to snap out of his trance.

“Stupid thing-!” Luffy growls, and Ace laughs.

“Here, it’s like this.” And Ace masterfully undoes your bra with a single hand. You feel your core clench at the action.

“Ohhhh,” Luffy muses as your bra straps fall off your shoulders, allowing your bra to hit the floor, “Thanks, Ace!” 

Luffy immediately reaches for your tits, molding them in his hands. You squeal at the touch, and Ace laughs. 

“Sensitive, aren’t you?”

You flush, your eyes looking away from both Luffy and Ace.

“What should I do with ’em, Ace?” Luffy asks, looking up at the dark-haired man.

The older man only chuckles, “You kiss on ’em… suck ’em, like this…”

Ace leans forward and captures one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue slowly over your puckering nipples. He moans against your skin and takes your torso in his hands, softly rubbing your sides. You throw your head back, letting out soft whimpers as he pleases you.

He pulls away, your nipple popping out of his mouth. Luffy practically bounces in place, eager to get started. 

“I wanna try too!” And with that, your Captain lunges forward, taking your other nipple into his mouth. He sucks harshly at your breast, taking your other one into his hands. He tweaks and pulls at the nipple not in his mouth, and Ace bites his lip as he watches on, his own erection becoming unbearably painful.

He tries to touch himself sneakily, palming his erection in his shorts. You and Luffy don’t notice, though, as you’re too involved with each other. Luffy moans happily as he sucks on your nipples, nibbling them roughly as he gropes your other breast. Your eyes are shut tight, your head tossed back as you relish the feeling.

Ace sneaks behind you, abandoning his weeping erection for a moment to tug at your panties. You gasp as Ace pulls you away from Luffy, his arms holding you tight against his chest. You take off your panties, and Luffy stares, enamored by the sight of your slick folds.

Ace spreads your legs with one hand and slides his other between your legs, spreading your folds. Luffy licks his lips and immediately goes for your cunt, licking a long stripe from your hole to your clit.

“O-Oh, Luffy-!”

“Make sure you focus on that little ball at the top, Luff,” Ace instructs, his fingers still spreading you open so Luffy can enjoy his feast.

“Here?” Luffy questions innocently, flicking his tongue over your swollen clit roughly. You gasp sharply and arch your back, causing Ace to chuckle.

“Mhm, just like that,” Ace smirks before his hands find their way to your breasts, molding them and pulling at your nipples.

Okay, so he knew he was supposed to be the teacher, but he couldn’t resist you anymore. He could always excuse it as adding to your pleasure anyway.

Your eyes flutter shut as your sensitive parts are stimulated. With Ace pulling at your nipples and Luffy slobbering all over your clit, you weren’t sure if you could last long.

“Mmh,” Luffy moans, “Tastes good…”

You flush at the vulgar words that left his mouth, your legs starting to quiver.

“You okay?” 

Ace answers for you, “She’s getting close; keep going.”

Luffy dove in once again, sucking and slurping at your sensitive nub. You instinctively reach for his raven hair, pulling the young man into your cunt. Luffy groans at the action and eats you out with even more determination. 

“Fuck, Luffy-!” 

You squeal, gushing onto his tongue. The Captain moans heartily, tonguing your clit and sucking up all you had to give. 

Ace groans from behind and accidentally ruts against your ass, causing you to gasp. It was your first time noticing that he was erect as well.

But you don’t say anything about it.

Luffy sits up with a huge grin, “Was that good?”

“Of course,” you pant out, your head swimming as you attempt to ground yourself in reality. 

“Alright, let me teach you a few things, yeah?” Ace chuckles, his breath hot against your ear, 

You nod timidly, and Ace adjusts himself so he’s on his knees now, guiding you so you do the same. 

“Stand up, Luffy.” Ace commands and Luffy follows, getting the picture. The younger man starts to undo his pants and hastily removes them along with his underwear. His cock is red and throbbing, his shaft excitedly twitching in the air. You swallow and look to Ace for permission to touch.

“Go on and grab it. Not too rough, alright?”

You nod and grip Luffy from the base, making him jump. 

“Good, but more towards the tip, okay?” Ace suggests before taking your hand in his, guiding it to the flushed head, “And let’s start slow…”

Ace keeps your soft hand in his as he begins pumping Luffy’s cock. He flushes deeply as he realizes what he’s doing, but Ace swallows harshly; he was just helping, that was all.

“Y-You got it?” Ace asks, and you nod. He releases your hand, allowing you to take control now. Luffy’s thighs clench as you stroke the tip of his dick, streams of precum leaking out.

Luffy calls your name as he pants, “Feels… really good-!” 

“Why don’t you help him out?” Ace chuckles, “Look how he’s crying out for you.”

You glance between Ace and Luffy briefly before lowering your head, licking up all the precum that pooled at the top. 

Ace bit back a groan as his cock throbbed at the sight. Your blushing face and nervous tongue were too much, and the lewd sounds from Luffy’s mouth only added to the entire scene. 

“More-“ Luffy grunts, thrusting his hips impatiently, causing his slick head to rut against your cheek. 

Ace purrs, “Let’s give him more, yeah?”

You nod, and before you can say anything, Ace tucks your hair behind your ear and pushes your head forward. You moan as you take Luffy into your mouth, your tongue caressing the underside of his cock. He practically howls as you take him as deep as possible. Your eyes look up at your boyfriend, his own shut tight.

Ace moves your head back and forth, helping you bob your head on Luffy’s cock. He grunts under his breath, his own cock twitching as he wishes you were sucking him off too. But he settles for watching you.

“That’s it, make sure you drool around him too; guys like it sloppy like that…” Ace moans, pulling your hair back as he guides your head.

“Y-Yeah,” Luffy’s voice cracks, “‘Like it when it’s all wet… hnn, shit-“ 

The Captain’s hips snap forward, his cock fucking your throat with Ace still controlling your head. You felt like a toy, so easily manipulated by these two men.

“Use your hands too,” Ace suggests, and you place your hands around what you can’t fit in your mouth, “Twist your hand when you suck him in.”

Luffy’s moan catches in his throat as he throws his head back, “F-Feels so good-! I might-“

Ace pulls your head off Luffy’s cock, and you’re left panting, a singular string of spit connecting your tongue to his throbbing shaft. Luffy almost cums from your lewd face alone.

“That was close, huh?” Ace chuckles. 

Though, his erection is getting more bothersome. It throbs uselessly in his underwear as he watches on, and he’s not sure how much more he can take. 

But an idea pops into his head. 

“Alright, last lesson,” he wets his lips, “Time to show you how to fuck a girl.”

Luffy’s eyes light up, “Oooh, okay!”

You look at Ace with a dark flush on your cheeks, and he smiles that charming smile of his, “That is if your girlfriend is okay with that…”

You bite your lip, “I-If it’s to show Luffy, then… it’s okay.”

Ace smirks, “Of course.”

The older man repositions himself so he’s no longer behind you but in front of you on his knees like you are. Luffy is behind him, still standing, watching intently. 

“Here,” Ace starts, gently laying you down, “You’re gonna want to treat her like a princess. But…” 

Ace makes quick work of unbuttoning his shorts and sliding out of them and his underwear. His cock bobs excitedly in the air, the tip flushed bright red. You don’t miss how precum leaks from his frustrated cock. 

“Make sure you ask how she wants to be fucked too. Even though you’re supposed to be gentle with girls, they sometimes like to be fucked like whores.”

You gasp at his words and whimper when he slides his swollen, wet head over your folds. 

“So tell me,” he smirks, “How do you want to be fucked?”

Your lips tremble, “Hard.”

Luffy scrambles to your side, sitting beside your head, “Don’t worry, Ace will do it right! And then I’ll try to do it even better!”

Ace chuckles, “Mm, we’ll see…”

With that, Ace pushes in, and you gasp at the stretch. He’s thick, making your hole adjust to his girth. 

“Oh, she’s tight-“ he hisses, lowering his head, “Feels really good-“

He lets out a drawn-out moan as he pushes inside, your walls clenching and pulsing around him. 

“N-Now, Luffy,” Ace starts, his voice trembling as he bottoms out, “You’re gonna want to aim for her g-spot, okay? That means you have to angle your hips up.”

As if testing the waters, Ace pulls out slowly before pushing back inside. Your eyes flutter shut, and you throw your head back. Luffy looks at you in awe, watching your face scrunch and contort in pleasure. 

“Her g-spot?” Luffy questions, tilting his head. 

“M-Mhm-“Ace stutters, already lost in your wetness, “you’ll know it when you feel it. It’ll make her feel really good.”

Luffy hums before looking back at where your body and Ace’s connected. 

“And you’re gonna want to be romantic still. Hold her hand while you fuck her.” Ace says, his own hand reaching for your right one. Luffy follows suit, taking your left hand in his. 

“Alright,” Ace starts, “Just watch for a bit; you’ll pick up fast.”

The older man takes your hip in his free hand, angling your hips upward before slamming in. You sharply gasp as he hits that sensitive spot within you dead on. 

Ace felt like a piece of shit for disguising his horniness as simple instruction, but fuck, you felt so good. It had been a while since he had sex, and you were perfect. The way your pussy wrapped around his cock, how your breasts jiggled as he pounded you, your cute voice gasping as he slammed in- it was all perfect. 

“Does it feel good?” Luffy asked, his hand tightening around your own.

“Yes-!” Your eyes roll back, “Yes, he feels so good, Luffy!”

Luffy stares, watching Ace snap his hips forward as if his life depended on it. The younger man then reaches for your clit, rubbing it slowly in circles, “And it feels better when I do this, right? ’Cause I wanna help too…”

You nod dumbly, “It feels good, Luffy… K-Keep rubbing it-!”

Luffy’s fingers speed up, and you toss your head back, drool escaping your lips as Ace’s cock hammers into you, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl.

“Oh, you’re so wet-” Ace grits his teeth, “L-Luffy, make sure you�� tell her how good she feels when you fuck her-“

Luffy nods eagerly, watching on.

The older man leans in close, his eyes locking with yours as his raspy voice meets your ears, “Mn, I wish I could fuck this little pussy of yours all the time. You’re so fucking wet and tight. Luffy’s really lucky…”

Your face glows with embarrassment at the man’s words, “A-Ace-”

His cock throbs inside you as his hips don’t let up, his cock’s head slamming into your most sensitive parts. Your chest rises and falls as he plunges into your pussy with great force. You cry out, legs seizing as he penetrates your depths.

“Mm, okay, I think I got it, Ace!” Luffy exclaims, and Ace’s hips stutter.

Shit, he was hoping he could cum from this, but he knew better than to push his luck.

Reluctantly, he pulls out of your heavenly pussy, leaving you to throb around nothing. You whined at the loss.

“Take a crack at it, Luff.”

Ace moves aside, releasing your hand. Luffy does the same, positioning himself between your legs. He rubs his pink tip over your slit before shoving himself inside, causing you to moan loudly.

“S-So- warm-!” He moans, tossing his head back, desperately humping your cunt, “O-Oh, it’s really wet, like your mouth was!”

Ace grabs your hand as he takes Luffy’s previous position. Luffy has his hands on your waist, his strokes pummeling your insides. 

Ace reaches between your legs with his free hand and spreads your lips, “Watch it go in and out of her…”

Luffy looks down, his eyes lidded as he watches his cock disappear inside you, “Feel the wet stuff… going down my balls- there’s so much…!”

You bit your lip at his obscene words, wet smacking sounds echoing throughout the room.

Luffy makes a lustful noise as his vision starts to grow hazy. He’s utterly pussy drunk already, fucking you recklessly. Your poor cervix would be bruised in the morning, but you didn’t care; you just wanted Luffy to fuck you.

“I-I’m gonna- “Luffy starts, “I’m gonna-!”

“Pull out- “Ace warns, and Luffy obeys, his cock angrily bouncing in the cool air. Luffy lets out a drawn-out whine.

“Aceeeee,” he pouts, “I was close! Why did I have to stop?”

“Because,” Ace smirks, “You gotta make her cum from your cock. Here…”

Ace shuffles so that he’s behind Luffy. The younger man looks behind him and blushes slightly when a large hand wraps around his base, guiding him to your folds.

“Tease her like this,” Ace bites his lip, dragging Luffy’s soaked tip over your clit, “Back and forth…”

Your legs tighten as Luffy’s head swipes over your needy clit, stimulating you slightly. You begin to squirm, and Ace laughs a bit.

“Now, let’s try it again…” Ace angles Luffy’s cock so it prods at your hole, and Luffy gets the message, taking your hips in his hands and dragging you forward, impaling you on his cock.

Luffy spreads your legs apart, allowing him to reach even deeper inside. 

“Remember, angle upwards,” Ace grabs Luffy’s hips and angles him just right, causing your eyes to roll back as Luffy resumes his hectic pace.

“So tight-!” Luffy grits his teeth as he fucks you like a wild beast, chasing his high while trying to get you off.

Luffy pants, throwing his head snack as he squeezes his eyes shut, “Can’t- Cant get enough! You feel so good! Wanna do this all the time now-“

To your surprise, Luffy pulls out, turns you around, and pushes you onto your knees before shoving your face into the pillows.

“Wanna do it like this-“ He growls, before forcing himself back inside, “Want to fuck you, just like this!”

You gasp loudly as suddenly his cock smashes your cervix. Your eyes look to the heavens as he shoves his cock inside, battering your womb.

“L-Luffy!”

“Take it all-!” He growls, slamming into you with a force you had never experienced.

Ace’s cock can’t take being neglected anymore. He sits to the side, watching you both, and doesn’t even bother hiding his newly busy hand. He bites his lip, freckled cheeks flushed as he watches Luffy fuck you from behind.

He was so jealous. He wanted to pound you with all that he had too. He wanted to ram into your deepest depths and make you squeal.

But all he could do was fuck his hand.

Ace watches on, your moans and squeals getting him riled up. His cock desperately throbbed, wanting nothing more than to be back inside your warmth. But he simply watched on, licking his lips as Luffy absolutely destroyed you.

And soon enough, your words cut through the lewd sounds.

“I-I’m cumming!” You moan out, “L-Luffy, I-I’m-!”

Luffy doesn’t slow down; he continues assaulting your tight folds until he bursts, filling you with a cracked moan. His warmth shooting inside triggers your orgasm, your cream coating his shaft as he thrusts in and out.

Ace grunts, his orgasm approaching quickly. He speeds up his hand so he won’t be left in the dust, and soon enough, he’s cumming after you both.

The room is silent save for your combined ragged breaths. Luffy eventually pulls out, his cum leaking out of your hole. He, with shaky hands, guides his tip back to your entrance and shallowly thrusts in and out, stuffing you full.

Ace laughs breathlessly, “Good, make sure none of it goes to waste…”

Luffy laughs gently along with him.

[mydearzero]

helloooo beautiful, ur recent Spence fic sent me feral - can I request a Reid x reader where they’re dating and the non bau!reader gets jealous of JJ getting to spend all this time w Spence at work and spence reassuring her it’s nothing between them. Fluff but if it got smutty then hey ;) thank you gorgeous

Hii! Thank you so much for your request! I hope you enjoy!! I was honestly feeling kinda mushy about this one so adding smut just felt out of place, sorry for that one folks

About a Girl | Spencer Reid x Reader

MASTERLIST

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: You could never be like her. You were at peace with that. So why couldn't you shake the jealous, envious feeling whenever you saw Spencer with JJ?

Contents: NO Y/N, gn!Reader, angst, hurt/comfort, jealousy, comparing yourself to others, insecurity, fluff, non-BAU!reader, bathing together.

1.8K words it's short I know

SSA Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau: Mom, profiler, and one of Spencer's best friends. You looked up to her, in a way. She was successful and respected in her field, something anybody could only wish for. Combined with her sense of humour, personality and undeniable good looks, you were jealous. 

It had taken some time for you to admit it to yourself. You liked JJ. She was a good, honest person and a great friend to your boyfriend. But you slowly felt yourself comparing yourself to her increasingly often. 

You couldn't live up to it. You weren't like JJ. Somewhere deep inside, the logical part of your brain told you that you didn't have to be. Spencer liked you for who you were. You knew it, yet you couldn't shake the envious feeling anytime her name fell in conversation. You couldn't stop the tight feeling you got in your chest whenever you saw the head of long blonde locks fall backwards in a hearty laugh directed at your boyfriend. 

Spencer knew something was wrong. How could he not? It was ingrained into his very being to read you at any given time. He wouldn't understand. You loved him, you did, but these were the types of things he just couldn't seem to grasp. You knew your feelings were irrational in theory. But that didn't mean you didn't still feel them regardless. He'd try to explain them away. 

So you didn't tell him. Refused to talk about the simmering bitterness. 

It frustrated Spencer. You could tell. He was usually able to read you like the morning paper, thrown carelessly on the lawn. He couldn't be objective in his profiling when it came to you. He knew you were on friendly terms with his best friend, so why would he ever assume that that was the problem? 

You didn't blame him, didn't blame anybody but yourself. 

It wasn't until a regular Thursday night dinner over at Rossi's that Spencer finally figured it out. The atmosphere was light, wine was flowing, and stories were being shared. Spencer laughed wholeheartedly at one of JJ's tales about Henry's late-night shenanigans. He'd caught your strange, longing gaze directed at JJ. His heart broke at the realisation, putting the pieces together at lightning speed.

You were jealous of his friendship with JJ and beating yourself up for it. He didn't know what to do about it. He could only assure you he loved you, but Spencer knew you knew that. He knew you were likely aware your worries were unwarranted. Which must only make you feel worse about the feelings you were harbouring. Spencer cursed silently at himself for not realising it earlier. 

You met his gaze, giving him a soft, genuine smile. So, the feelings weren't directed at him. It was JJ who was troubling you. He turned to her, seated next to him. You'd insisted on sitting next to Emily, claiming you needed to catch up with her. Were you punishing yourself for feeling the way you did? By making him choose to sit next to JJ? 

Spencer excused himself from the table, claiming to feel unwell. You frowned, gathering your things, saying your goodbyes and following Spencer out the door. He didn't speak as his hand met your lower back, guiding you to the passenger side of his car. He held the door as you got in. 

The ride to his apartment was silent but not necessarily unpleasant. Spencer's hand reached for yours over the console, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand in a soothing manner.

"You okay?" You asked. He'd seemed fine only minutes earlier. He nodded, squeezing your hand. 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you?" Spencer inquired. You furrowed your brows, confused as to why he'd ask. He was the one that wanted to leave, after all. 

"Yeah? I'm fine. Why? Is that why you wanted to go? Because you thought I wasn't?" You'd been having fun exchanging stories with Emily. What had he seen that had made him immediately pack up and leave? 

"Yeah... Let's talk when we get home, okay?" He sent a quick look into your eyes, assuring you it was nothing bad. It didn't make the dread building in your stomach any less present. 

Spencer parked the car and got the door for you. He usually was a true gentleman, but he was noticeably going out of his way to ensure your comfort. 

You walked up to his door and waited for him to unlock it. He took your jacket and hung it on the rack beside his own. You took your shoes off and put them by the door, giving Spencer a peck on his cheek as he passed you into the kitchen. 

"Tea?" His voice echoed. 

"Yes, please!" You replied, plopping down on the couch and getting comfortable. Spencer was obviously not troubled by the topic he wanted to talk about, so the tension you felt in the car was slowly dissipating. 

Spencer walked carefully with the mugs in either hand. He put yours in front of you before sitting down and taking a tentative sip of his own, hissing at the heat. 

"You wanted to talk?" You urged, no longer having the patience to wait. 

"Yeah... I just noticed something tonight I should've noticed before. I don't know how to change your feelings about it, though. I know you know I love you more than anything. So, I understand you're feeling conflicted, and I'm not mad you kept it to yourself." Spencer started. He was hesitant. 

"Kept what to myself, Spence?" Your heart was beating fast, and you cursed your body for overreacting. He obviously wasn't mad or breaking up with you. 

"Your feelings about my friendship with JJ," Spencer spoke outright. Your heart dropped, and you couldn't help but feel caught. You closed your eyes and bit the inside of your cheek, turning your head away from him.

"I'm right, aren't I?" Spencer's words were quiet, but you knew there was no use hiding it from him anymore. You nodded in defeat before jumping to your own defence. 

"I know it's irrational, okay? I know I have nothing to worry about. I know JJ's just a good friend, and she's happily married to Will, and she has the kids and... And I know you'd never do anything to jeopardise our relationship, and I know you love me, but you spend so much time with her at work, and she has a key to your apartment, and I know it was just to look after your mom while she was here-" You rambled, but Spencer sushed you. 

"Hey, hey. I know. I know. There's no need to defend the way you're feeling. Sometimes, feelings can be irrational, and I do spend a lot of time with her. I know that you know, okay? That doesn't make the way that you're feeling any less valid," Spencer assured you. 

"I'm so sorry, Spencer. I just- I can't stop it once I start. She's amazing, Spence. And I know you'll say I am, as well. But it's not the same. It'll never be the same. I can't give you what she does." 

"And I'm not asking you to. I'm in a relationship with you. She's one of my best friends. Those dynamics offer different things, and I'm okay with that. If you want me to change my dynamic with JJ, I'll work on it. Just tell me what you need, please," Spencer begged. 

A singular tear escaped your eye, rolling down your cheek. You wanted to scoff at it. You'd kept it in for so long. You weren't even sure where the bitterness came from nor where it was truly directed. 

"I guess I just need the external validation. I know you love me, and I feel it. My head knows you wouldn't let anything get between us. It's just my heart that won't cooperate." Spencer tugged you to his chest, putting a hand in your hair and stroking softly. 

"There's no need to apologise. You can't force your body to change how you're feeling, unfortunately. If it was that straightforward, my job would be a whole lot easier, too." Spencer laughed. 

A short laugh escaped through your tears. "I know, Spence. I just wish I could shut it off. JJ's a wonderful person. She doesn't deserve this." 

"And neither do you. And if it's gonna take some extra effort from me to make your body catch up with your head, I'll gladly put it in. Come on," Spencer got up, taking your hand in his. You trailed behind him as he stalked to the bathroom. He turned the faucet on, waiting for it to get warm before letting the water fill the bathtub. He put a generous amount of aromatic soap into it, letting it bubble. 

"Wait here," he urged. 

You stared at the grout between the tiles, following the paths it created as you waited for Spencer to return. The sound of the water plummeting into the tub covered any conspicuous noises coming from whatever he was doing. Steam was slowly forming around you, the bathroom filling with the lavender scent of Spencer's favourite soap. 

He quickly returned, arms filled with all sorts of products. Candles, snacks, a book and some comfy clothes. 

"Why're you still dressed?" He questioned, positioning the candles around the tub and bathroom. 

"You said to wait!" You shrugged. 

"Well, get on with it!" Spencer laughed, encouraging you to undress. 

"Gee, Reid. Someone might almost think you want to see me naked." You winked, tugging your top over your head. 

"Oh, I always want to see you naked, but that's not what tonight is about," Spencer assured. He lit a few candles, their light making the bathroom less clinical-looking in an instant. 

You remained in your underwear, assuming Spencer would be joining you after his frantic preparations. When he finally had everything arranged how he wanted it, he undressed. You took off your underwear and let him help you into the bath, careful to avoid any candles. He got in behind you, pulling you backwards to settle against his chest. 

"I love you," Spencer declared, taking some soap and rubbing your back. The great thing about having a boyfriend with an eidetic memory is that he could remember many massage techniques intended for relaxation. You unwound under his gentle touch. 

You stayed in the water until both of you were pruned up. Spencer had read to you, fed you snacks, massaged every part of your body he could think of and made sure you felt loved. 

Sure, you weren't like JJ. But she wasn't like you, either. And that was okay. It wouldn't make Spencer love you any less, nor her any more. 

[augustjustice]

I Wanna Be The One To Walk In The Sun

AO3

@stevieweek day 1: stobin | prompts: sapphic, the party

rating: T | wc: 2.5k | cw: homophobia and transphobia mentioned but with no real bearing on the story | tags: sapphic stobin, background elmax, transfem steve harrington, get together, established relationship, futurefic, tooth-rotting fluff

Notes: I went in a slightly different direction with the prompt. This fic centers on sapphic Stobin entering into a romantic relationship after Stevie comes out as a trans girl. If that's not your cup of tea, please skip this one! Don't like, don't read as always.

Title from "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" by Cyndi Lauper.

It was amazing what a difference a year made. 

June of 1987 saw Stevie Harrington returning to Hawkins, fully out to everyone who mattered and with her girlfriend at her side.

When Robin had headed off to Purdue the previous fall, Stevie had followed. She knew, deep in her heart, that she would follow Robin anywhere. 

And though Stevie hadn’t enrolled for any college classes herself, leaving their hometown had felt like gulping down the first breath of fresh air after her lungs had started to burn from holding it underwater. She’d spent so long treading along, just trying to survive the many perils that Hawkins had thrown her ways, it had been years since she got to just be.

Being in a new place, though, with the exploratory air that college afforded available at every turn, opened up a whole new world of possibilities. Stevie had learned a lot about herself in the intervening months. 

Starting, of course, with just who she was, once you peeled back all the layers of high school reputations, smalltown expectations, and societal roles. Robin, of course, had helped her enormously when it came to navigating that last one, introducing Stevie to ideas that Robin was rapidly learning from her classes and dipping her toe into queer culture for the first time. 

Things that Stevie had never even considered before. 

Robin never judged her, when she started borrowing more and more clothes directly from Robin’s closet, in the tiny off-campus apartment they shared. And when Stevie speculated one night, when the pair of them were cross-faded from home mixed margaritas and the joint Eddie had gifted them as a housewarming present, what it might be like to wear a skirt, Robin had simply said, “Well, I mean…you can, you know. If you want to. Boy’s can wear skirts.” 

She’d been right by Stevie’s side the next weekend when they journeyed to the mall, and she picked out a skirt of her very own, for the very first time. Knee-length and flowing, the pale pink fabric was perfect, made her feel pretty and delicate as soon as she put it on. 

And Robin was there, holding her hand as they sat cross-legged in her bedroom, when Stevie quietly confessed that she thought maybe she wasn’t a boy at all later that night.

When Stevie had glanced over at her best friend–biting at her bottom lip nervously, afraid of what she might see shining back at her in Robin’s expression–she hadn’t expected to find the other girl blushing.

“Well–that’s great, Stevie! I mean, that’s really great–amazing, even! And I’m so, so happy–and proud! Did I mention proud?–that you told me. I was starting to think–well, what I mean is, I knew something was different. With the skirt, of course, but also because you’ve been growing out your hair? And started styling it differently–pretty! Like, really, really pretty. I mean, I know they called you the Hair back in school, but these days, it’s just, it looks–”

As the words spilled from Robin’s mouth in a steady stream, Stevie blinked, realization hitting her. Robin was rambling, the way she always did in front of pretty girls.

There was no way in hell that could mean–could it?

Reaching out, Stevie cupped her face, pressing a finger to her lips to shush her, the same as she always would have. “Robbie?”

“Yeah?” Robin gulped nervously.

When she smiled, fond and sweet, the corner of Stevie’s eyes crinkled with the force of it.

“It’s just me.”

But as Robin’s gaze dropped down to her lips, Stevie’s heart started to rabbit in her chest with the same frenetic pace as Robin’s rambling.

It was Robin who closed the distance between them. That first brush of their lips had quieted all the anxious thoughts racing in Stevie’s head, every fear draining out of her. 

Because this was them–Stevie and Robin, intertwined together the same as they’d always been. Just, now, in a whole new, exciting way. 

It felt good. It felt right.

Several deep, giddy kisses later, the pair of them laid side by side in Stevie’s bed, Robin’s head pillowed on her chest, right over her heart.

When Robin chose to break the silence, her words weren’t at all what Stevie had expected. 

“You wore chapstick that summer at Scoops, didn’t you?”

Stevie furrowed her brow, nose crinkling with her confusion. “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”

“It was confusing,” Robin admitted.

“Rob, are you saying I gave you a sexuality crisis?” Stevie asked, delighted.

Robin nudged her shoulder, huffing out a sigh.

“I’m saying that sometimes you’d swing your hips while you walked away in those tiny little sailor shorts, and I had to remind myself that I liked girls.” 

Stevie cackled. 

“Turns out my gay girl radar was just even better than I thought it was.”

“Yeah, I don’t know if I’d go that far. You didn’t clock Vickie for ages even though I kept telling you—”

“Well, I guess it all worked out alright for you, didn’t it, Harrington?” Robin sniped back, the twinkle in her eyes gentling things down to mere teasing. “Gave you plenty of time to swoop in and make your move.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess I did.” Cupping Robin’s jaw, Stevie leaned in and kissed her again. “Maybe I should send Vickie a fruit basket, or something.”

“Stephanie Harrington, don’t you dare!” Robin squawked, already giggling.

That night, Stevie got a new name and a girlfriend, all wrapped up together in the same single, perfect moment.

—

The months that followed had brought them back here–exchanging sticky kisses at the Family Video counter, the sweltering heat outside so intense it cast a shimmer over the entire parking lot. 

With Purdue dismissed for the break, Stevie and Robin had come back to visit her parents and the kids. They’d decided to pick up their old jobs again to make a little extra money during the long, hot summer months. 

Hawkins was still as close-minded as it had always been, but both Stevie and Robin had a pretty good handle on how to navigate it. 

Since Stevie had started to transition, she got away with being pretty stealth–even though she and Robin still went everywhere together, most people didn’t put two and two together of just who she was. That included Keith, whose constant stammering in Stevie’s presence had sent both the girls into giggling fits immediately after their rehire interview, not a trace of his former Harrington hatred to be found.

Though it still wasn’t safe to be openly together most places, they took advantage of the closeness between two girls that most of the town just dismissed as gals being pals. And, of course, any and every spare moment they had alone. 

Like now, the store quiet around them, falling into that slow Tuesday morning lull.

Stevie had just barely finished applying her chapstick before Robin pulled her into another, eager kiss. She giggled into the space between her and Robin’s lips.

“You know, if you keep doing that, I’m just gonna have to keep putting it back on again.”

“Okay, well,” Robin sighed, as though extremely put upon, purposefully dramatic. “They shouldn’t make it taste so good, then.”

She punctuated her point by brushing her mouth over Stevie’s bottom lip once more. 

Since Stevie knew now that Robin had a thing for her chapstick, she couldn’t resist teasing her with it, just a little. So she uncapped the tube slowly once they pulled apart, making a show of liberally reapplying the coat Robin had just kissed off. 

But when Robin darted her head forward again, Stevie ducked her, releasing a soft laugh at the offended squawk her girlfriend let out.

“Hey, how about…how about this. We make a game out of it,” Stevie suggested. 

Robin’s eyebrows drew down, a look of concentration crossing her face that Stevie couldn’t help but find adorable.

“What kind of game?” 

“Well, I was thinking–you kiss me, and then you have to guess what flavor I grabbed when I left the house this morning. Winner gets a prize.”

Robin thought this over for a moment. Then, she stuck her hand out to shake, like they’d brokered some kind of actual bet. 

“Deal.” 

When she pulled back from the first soft, lingering kiss to Stevie’s lips, Robin offered her first guess. 

“Uh…cherry?”

“Nope,” Stevie replied, popping the ‘p’ in her mouth. “Guess again.”

Robin’s eyes crinkled at the corners as she leaned in, pressing her lips more firmly to Stevie’s for a long, probing kiss. She even went so far as to suck her girlfriend’s bottom lip into her mouth, nibbling at it gently before pulling back.

“Strawberry?”

“Correct!” Stevie crowed triumphantly, smiling as Robin held her arms over her head in victory. “And for your prize, Robbie, you’ve scored yourself–another kiss.”

“My favorite,” Robin replied, eyes sparkling like this wouldn’t probably be the millionth kiss they’d exchanged that morning. 

As she dived back in eagerly, their mouths meeting again, Stevie couldn’t help but smile into it.

Stevie loved kissing. She always had.

With Nancy, it had always been a little bit too much. The other girl had been the one to pull away first, every time, embarrassed with Stevie’s over-the-top displays of affection.

Robin, though, was totally different. They could kiss for hours without stopping, their only breaks in the moments they pulled back long enough to giggle or tease or exchange some silly inside joke of theirs. 

If she was being honest, Stevie found Robin’s lips irresistible, whether she was wearing the bright red lipstick she often sported at Scoops, or her mouth was bare and pink, leaning more and more into the butch aesthetic she had cultivated after high school. Stevie was always leaning in to steal kisses, press her mouth against the bow of Robin’s smile or pout or even her cute little frown. 

But Robin always met her, never shrugging Stevie away, just kissing her back like it was as easy as breathing, familiar and warm and second-nature.

It made something bright and content and loved glow in Stevie’s chest, each and every time. 

Only the sound of the bell at the front of the store ringing, announcing the arrival of a customer, could burst the insulated bubble they had created for themselves. 

When the sound suddenly chimed, Stevie and Robin immediately sprang apart. But, when they turned as one to see a familiar cap and flash of red hair among the group tromping into the store, they cozied up once more.

By the time the kids made it up to the counter, they were exchanging teasing kisses again, giggling in-between them with their foreheads pressed together.

“Hello?” Dustin called out, obnoxiously loud as he banged on the front desk’s bell. “Can I get a little help here?”

Stevie pulled slightly away, hands still on Robin’s cheeks as they exchanged an eyeroll.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here, don’t lose your shirt. What is it?”

“You guys are so cute together, it’s giving me a toothache,” Max complained, but the words were totally lacking in their usual bite.

And as Max ignored the boys animated yapping and disappeared into the shelves, Stevie caught the way she kept sneakily stealing glances at where Stevie had dropped her hand over Robin’s, interlacing their fingers together on the counter. 

The truth was, Stevie–well. She knew her kids, always had. It hadn’t taken long being back in Hawkins before she put two-and-two together, about the long, wistful looks Max kept shooting El’s way, whenever she thought the other girl wasn’t looking.

She knew Max prided herself on being worldly, people savvy…but Stevie was still pretty sure she hadn’t realized that El looked back at her the exact same way. 

“The plight of baby lesbians everywhere,” Robin had observed wryly when Stevie pointed it out to her later that afternoon, once the munchkins were long gone. “It’s a wonder, honestly, that we got it together as quickly as we did.”

Stevie cocked her head to one side, thinking it over. With a nod, she felt something within herself resolve. 

—

After that, she made a little bit of a show of it. Always holding Robin’s hand on the center console where the girls could see when she drove them over to the Wheeler’s basement for D&D nights. Peppering Robin’s cheek in doting kisses whenever the kids stumbled into Family Video for a rental. Generally upping her usual displays of public affection just a little more whenever Max or El was around. 

It wasn’t exactly like it was a hardship. Her girlfriend was hot, and she and Robin were already touchy as all hell when they were together. 

She just…you know. Made more of a point of it when the girls of the group were around to see.

—

It wasn’t until the Fourth of July barbecue that Robin finally called her on it. 

After the ‘earthquake,’ Stevie’s parents had all but abandoned their property in Hawkins. Before leaving for Purdue, she’d paid some local people out of the trust she’d gotten from her grandfather for upkeep. Which meant…she had an immaculately clean and available pool up for grabs by the time summer rolled around. Naturally, Stevie found herself playing hostess to the party and co. by the time Independence Day arrived.

She didn’t mind it. Having them–the kids, the older not-so-teens anymore, the parents in the know–all there, laughing and splashing and chasing each other through the grass. It went a long way towards exorcizing the haunted feeling that had crept over the place, in the aftermath of everything that happened with the Upside Down. 

When Robin settled down beside her at the shallow end of the pool, dipping her legs in, Stevie caught El glancing back in their direction, over Max’s shoulder where the girls had been twirling lazily around each other in the water. 

She held the hand Robin offered her a little tighter, curling close to press a kiss against her temple. And when El sent a shy, pleased smile her way, Stevie could only answer with one in return. 

“What was that for?” Robin asked.

“Cuz you’re cute,” Stevie said, utterly sincere, which made Robin snort and jostle her shoulder lightly, though she didn’t let go of her hand. “What, can’t a girl kiss her girlfriend just because she wants to?”

“She can, but I sense some ulterior motivation, Stephanie Harrington.”

Stevie shrugged, tucking a bit of hair behind Robin’s ear.

“I don’t know, just for…being you, I guess.”

“Something tells me this has way more to do with your little babysitter’s club sitting over there then you’re letting on,” Robin leaned over and gave Stevie a quick peck on the lips, “but, for the record? You’re kinda cute yourself.”

“Only kinda?”

“Yeah, you know, a little bit,” Robin held up her fingers and pinched them together to demonstrate, voice going silly.

Stevie giggled, and she was still giggling softly when Robin captured her lips with her own in a lingering, proper kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, she caught Robin’s blink of surprise, a light suddenly shining in her eyes. 

“Oh, shit. Well, will you look at that?” she jerked her chin towards the deep end of the pool. 

Stevie turned just in time to see it. Between one breath and the next, El and Max intertwined their fingers, going from playfully pressing their palms together–with all the plausible deniability that entailed–to properly holding hands. 

And the happiness she saw blooming across both their faces when they did–Stevie felt it, too, bursting like sunlight inside her own chest. 

“Guess our good influence paid off,” Robin said. Though the words could have been teasing, her voice sounded every bit as awed as Stevie felt. 

Leaning her head on Stevie’s shoulder, Robin pulled her hand up to her mouth and kissed the back of it.

“Face it, Stevie. We’re totally, like…a pair of lesbian moms at this point.”

Bubbly, pleasant warmth spread through Stevie at the thought. The truth was…that sounded pretty damn near perfect to her. 

So she pictured it, for a moment, a future–Robin hers forever, a chubby-legged baby toddling between them. 

And when she leaned in and kissed her girlfriend again, the taste of happiness as always on her lips…Stevie Harrington let herself hope.

[misty--nights]

I had to pause the rewatch to work on my fics for the appreciation week, but now that that's done with, I'm back. And so, onto episode 4, my beloved. This is my absolute favorite episode of the season so I'm ridiculously excited to watch it again.

Niko's rent envelope has cat and flower stickers, and little dollar signs and hearts drawn on it. I love this girl so much

Jenny's nails are painted like metallic purple. I don't know why, but this brings me a lot of joy. I like the idea of her and Niko eventually doing their nails together, since they both keep pretty nails. It would be a bonding activity

I always thought Dagfinn was wearing suspenders, but it looks like he's wearing coveralls over his sweater

Even if there are no bodies to be found, does no one realize the people who jumped into the sea are missing?

Dagfinn says the magic eight ball tells you exactly when you're going to die, but that is not true. Like, yest, it says outlook not so good before Niko dies, but by her reaction after the explosion we know that the ball isn't exact. It predicts that she might not make it out alive from that whole thing, but it isn't exact. Basically what I'm saying is that I don't think that magic eight ball is as special as he makes it sound

Also, Dagfinn specifically says that the ghosts are jumping towards the sound, so does that mean he can hear Angie too? Of the kids, only Crystal hears it, and the others only notice something in the water because they see Angie's light

Honestly, with the way the police acted towards the girls reporting the leaper and the doctor that "treated" Niko after her collapse in episode 2, I'm starting to think there is something more going on with the people of Port Townsend. Dagfinn says the police won't do anything because there are no bodies, but are you seriously telling me that no one noticed the leapers going missing? Is it part of Angie's powers or something? I feel like a conspiracy theorist here, but you can't tell me there's nothing weird with the way the people in this town act about odd occurrences (and I know I'm skipping ahead, but with Brad and Hunter, are you seriously telling me there was no autopsy or anything after they died? The police just found these kids dead after a party, looked at them and said "yep, must have drank too much, no need to investigate further"? I don't know, there's just something weird about the way the town acts sometimes)

After the Cat King put the spell on him, Edwin physically tries to keep the words from coming out You can see him swallow them before he is forced to say them. I'm a sucker for this kind of trope tbh, so I'm living for it

I wish we got to find out more about Asha. Like, she can't just be a regular human right? Her portrait of Lilith is perfect, and she had the way to contact the Washer Woman written in one of her drawings. I know she said she was on drugs when she did those, but there has to be more to her, right?

Crystal's boots have flowers painted on them???? That's so cute! I love her. Do they come like that or do you think she painted them herself? Cause that would be amazing

Love the fact that the characters can ask the Washer Woman all they want, but the moment they ask for a non-riddle answer they are sent back. Like, Crystal gets to say "I don't know what that means" and "I don't understand" after hearing her riddle, but the second she starts asking for a direct answer she is thrown out of that realm thingy. Hilarious. I love the Washer Woman so much and the idea of her pettily sending people away because they won't accept the riddle is so funny to me

Edwin is still holding the red sea glass after they return from the Washer Woman, so theoretically they could have given Tragic Mick that very same sea glass. It might no have worked, but still, point is that they still had it

Jenny has a tattoo of a meat cleaver on her hand. That is the most Jenny thing that I have ever seen. I can't really see what the rest of that tattoo is, though, but regardless. Love her dedication to her brand

Have to love Edwin leaving Crystal to rummage through the garbage with Charles when ghosts wouldn't get dirty like she does. Monty is one hell of a distraction. On that same note, why is Niko the one putting the meat on the music box when either boy could have done it without getting their hands dirty?

Niko just puts on gloves after handling the meat huh? She dusts her hands a little and then puts on gloves, like her hands weren't fully red from the blood a second before

Niko's pants have a white flower embroidered (?) on the side. A little detail, but I always thought her whole outfit was plain color with no added things besides the mushrooms on her hat

The Night Nurse has like a reading light clipped to her book that she uses to dramatically light her face when she's telling Charles that the world sucks and he should move onto his afterlife

Love that after Charles' flashback is done the Night Nurse asks Edwin what trauma he'd like to relieve. What do you think his worse trauma is? His time in hell maybe? Why the fuck would he want to leave the world? I get why she would ask Charles and why she would show him his trauma from his time alive, but Edwin? It would have made no sense for her to try to convince him to go with her by showing him his trauma

I mentioned on the episode 3 details that Edwin doesn't flinch much in the Devlin house, but he's the first to flinch when Charles hits the Night Nurse, and actually gasps and calls Charles' name after the second hit. It must be a terrible shock for him, seeing good, smiley Charles like this, so angry and vicious against someone. Even if Charles calls himself the brawn, this is different, worse. He's probably never seen his friend like that, which only lends more credibility to what Crystal has been telling him. Maybe he doesn't know Charles as well as he's always thought

After Charles falls down crying, the other three share a look in the background, like they're trying to decide who should go comfort him

[skyrim-forever]

14, 23, 4, 5 for Theo, Q, T, K, Z for Theodora and Ondolemar, and 🤯 for you? 👀

Hello Gigi! Thank you so much <3

I'm gonna answer 23 first because it ties in very well with 14 <3

23. First display of their powers or abilities

The first time Theodora displays her powers is after defeating Mirmulnir at the Western Watchtower. She is very confused while absorbing the dragon soul and upon learning she is Dragonborn and talking with Jarl Balgruuf; girl hightails it, intending to go to Morrowind and leave this "Nord nonsense" behind. She ends up getting caught and thrown in the Riften jail, meeting a Thieves Guild Member and then joining.

14. First time facing their fears

Theodora would like to think of herself as a fearless gal and in truth she doesn't fear a lot of things but the things she does fear are intangible: responsibility, love, processing her feelings instead of using an unhealthy coping mechanism.

The first time she actually faces one of these fears is when she decides to take on her responsibility as Dragonborn, following the events of the Dawnguard questline. This doesn't happen until 204 due to the said "running away to the Thieves Guild". (Since it's destiny and all and she is destined to win, this longer timeframe don't matter in my hc universe haha. Theo gets to it when she gets to it).

She joined the Dawnguard mostly for fun, at least initially. Hunting vampires sounded cool and she was really drunk and by the time she sobered up Isran informed her he would hold her to it. It when she meets Durnehviir that she feels ready to complete her destiny, conversing with a dragon helps her see the Dragonborn identity beyond the legacy of the Septim Empire or old Nord tales; neither of which she can relate too. Following Harkon's defeat she goes to the Greybeards.

4. First time experiencing grief

Since Theodora's mother passed before she could form any memories of her, Theo kind of grows up grieving the absence of a mother. It's not too bad until she meet her best friend Phy and sees what having a mother is like. Seeing glimpses of what she missed out and having only secondhand information on her mother takes a toll on her. It gets more bearable when she has her own kids and gets to do anything she wish she had gotten.

5. First time breaking a bone

The first time Theo breaks a bone is during her first Arena fight, she ends up with several broken ribs and a bruised ego (I've headcanoned that by the events of Skyrim, arena fights are no longer to the death as I don't think people who've lived through a major war would want to watch people fight to the death). She grew up learning sword fighting but hasn't practised as much since her uncle passed so she gets a rude awakening that first fight :P Ends up training a lot more haha

Q. First act of non-sexual intimacy (e.g. washing the other's hair, taking a bath together, sharing food)

I'm going to go in the emotional intimacy direction becuase I have a fic about that, that you have read! It's my fic the Book of Love <3 This where they start explicitly opening up and sharing emotions, Ondolemar writes Theodora a poem after she expresses that she finds them romantic. And she shares about her fears around love and her parents relationship.

T. First time dancing together

So funnily enough, I don't see them dancing together until after they are married. Due to having to sneak around while in Skyrim due to their respective positions, there wasn't an option. I see them having a first dance at home to prepare for an event in the Imperial City. Practising first because they are both familiar with different styles of dancing, Theo folk dances and Ondolemar formal, Altmeri dances. They do some of each, trying to hum the music that would accompany them <3 It's a nice moment of closeness and sharing. Then actually dancing in public feels good because it means they have a relationship where they can do that, be like any other couple. Which is exactly what Theo wanted <3

K. First fight

Answered this here :)

Z. First time they said "I love you"

🤯 - First story that gained traction/attention, and how it made you feel

Answered this here :)

[tsukimefuku]

Right, wrong and the in-between (Part 3)

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You and Higuruma were assigned to investigate the disappearance of women around Shinjuku. This led to a dicey situation regarding what place Jujutsu sorcerers occupy in this world and what is their role to play when non-sorcerers get involved.

This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU". There is currently a sequence of short stories and random drabbles for a fic I'll eventually write (eventually). To see the ever-growing list of one-shots, please visit my masterlist :)  The "Right, wrong and the in-between" will be a 4 (maybe 3) part short-story set in this AU. I hope you enjoy! The tags below will be applicable to every chapter.

Tags: oc/f!reader, soft/implied Higuruma x reader, soft/implied Nanami x reader, slow burn, mentions of violence and non-con/abuse among side characters, canon typical violence, some angst, some fluff, just characters being themselves driving the plot (and me) insane. Some philosophical debate will be in place.

WC: 2.7k

NECESSARY DISCLAIMER: This chapter is DARK and involves depictions of death and hints of s*x*al abuse. If you do not wish to read this part, you can jump to the "+++" sign below and read from there.

"Here you go, princess!" Toshio said, throwing you inside a very dark room. You had both of your hands tied to your back, and your feet were tied together as well. This room was right beside the interrogation office they had you in moments earlier, and you suspected this was in one of the buildings internally connected to the club. "Behave, or I'll fuck you up, got it?" He warned, right before slamming the door, and yelling for Yukiko. You figured that was the woman's name.

Propping yourself to seat upwards, you scanned around the room, as you could barely make out anything, but the stench was even worse inside this place than it was previously. There seemed to be some mattresses spread across the floor, and that was when you saw them — the kidnapped women laying over the mattresses.

According to Jujutsu Tech's reports, there had been 5 women kidnapped (6 if you counted the one you and Higuruma saw), but you could only make out 3 that were actually laying on their beds, and from what you could tell, they were covered solely with a paper thin white blanket. They seemed to be drugged, since none of them reacted when you were thrown inside the confined space. As you were searching for the remaining three women, it suddenly struck you, sending ice-cold shivers down your spine. Oh, no.

The smell. 

You fought back the urge you had to throw up, as you saw a mass that could amount to three bodies, all stacked together, barely covered by a black tarp. "Oh my God!" You exclaimed. This was bad, very bad, and you had to get out of there as soon as possible. Shit, shit! Fuck! It was everything you could think at this very moment.

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"H-Hey." A tiny voice muttered from one of the mattresses on the floor. You looked its way, and it was the girl you and Higuruma had seen earlier that day. She still had her clothes on, maybe because they didn't have the time yet to do anything to her. The woman crawled her way to you, with some difficulty, and tried to sit beside you, having to remain supported by her two arms on the front of her body.

"Hey." You answered. "What is your name?"

"It's... My name... I'm Kaoru." She was clearly still loopy.

"I'm here to save you girls." You answered. "But I'm going to need your help."

She was waning off slowly. 

"Hey!" You whispered strongly in her direction, eliciting a slight eye widening from her. "Kaoru, I'm going to need your help for untying myself."

"You untie yourself?" She asked, puzzled. "That hag, she told me to follow her, and then..." She sighed deeply. "What then?"

This was pointless, she was still completely useless. You started to look around and see if there was absolutely anything you could use in order to cut the ropes they had used to immobilize you, but apart from the darkness, there didn't seem to be anything helpful inside that bedroom. You had to use your technique, it was the only way, but you were afraid — and rightfully so — of making too much noise with a tiny grenade and bestow upon these women and yourself the wrath of the duo. 

"Shit. What the fuck can I do?" You muttered to yourself. You finally had the idea to lay over your arms, right on top of one of the mattresses, and just pray it would be silent enough not to garner any unwanted attention.

Taking a deep breath, you laid yourself on your back and slowly pushed yourself through the ground, using your tied up legs and elbows, towards a mattress. Then, you managed to squiggle your way on top of it, and held your breath as you summed the tiniest grenade you could, just to rupture the rope keeping your hands together.

It was a little louder than expected. You heard footsteps in the room's direction and the door bust open, revealing Toshio's worked up face. "What the fuck are you doing?" 

"I was trying to lay on the mattress and I fell." You said, as it was the first thing to pop into your mind.

He walked towards you and slapped you viciously across your face, managing to somehow hit your ear as well, leaving you to see stars and temporarily deaf on that side, as a ringing echoed all throughout your skull. "Be quiet, or I'll do a lot worse, princess." He said, puling on your shirt disgustingly. You mustered all your strength to not spit in his face as he got up and made his way out, slamming the door loudly yet again. You were relieved, though, for your plan had worked, and you managed to liberate your arms from the cords contraption the hag had conceived.

Now, prioritize. Cursed speech user, so I have to- you started looking for anything you could use to stuff inside your ear. One of the mattresses had some holes with foam bursting through the seams. You quickly grabbed two fairly sized balls of that white plush and jammed them inside your ears, before doing absolutely anything else. Now sensory deprived, you swiftly started looking for the end of the knot where your legs were tied, and it was a pretty difficult task that took at least 10 minutes to complete. 

You got up, grabbed Kaoru and laid her on the mattress. "I'll be back for you, okay?"

She nodded as she dozed off. 

You then went to at least check on the other women, and it was as you thought. They were covered in bruises, bites, cuts and scratches, completely unclothed under the sheets and doped beyond anything you could do to help all of them currently. You inhaled deeply, and absolute rage took over your body.

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Nanami and Higuruma were making their way around the block, walking silently beside each other, and the tension in the air was thick enough to be cut with a knife. It was already dark, and the streets were incredibly crowded with gamblers, drunk people and those looking for something else in the red-light district. However, no one dared to approach them offering any kind of service — probably because of Nanami's energy of fury, which was simmering just under a nonchalant expression.

"So, cursed speech technique. It really doesn't work if you can't hear what is being said?" Higuruma asked.

"Yes, it doesn't. When we arrive, insert the cotton balls inside your ears as deep as you’re able to, in order to properly isolate noise." Nanami replied.

They went to the rendezvous ahead of schedule. Since these people were clearly idiots and had no idea what they were doing, there was a pretty great chance that they provided the address to their current location as the place to hold this meet up. Nanami and Higuruma's thinking soon would prove to be very right.

Both men, when they got to the address, found themselves in front of a simple wooden door with two sets of locks. Higuruma started looking around for another way inside. 

"What are you… currently engaged in?" Nanami questioned him.

"This door is clearly locked. I'm looking for another way inside the building." Higuruma explained.

Nanami sighed, promptly grabbing his blunt blade and completely destroying both of the locks on the door with one single hit, pushing the door inside. "Our path is clear now. Follow me." He said, stepping inside the narrow corridor. Some people stared and them, and Higuruma took note of that.

"Discreet." Higuruma stated.

Nanami stopped in his tracks, not turning to face Higuruma as he spoke, forming a wall between the former lawyer and the rest of the way. "I strongly suggest you keep that attitude in check for the time being. Someone is in harm’s way, and it is your responsibility, yet another time."

Higuruma scoffed, knowing all too well that explaining anything right then would be a complete waste of their time, as both made their way up the stairs.

Then, Nanami and Higuruma fit the cotton balls inside their ears.

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Suddenly, there was a loud noise of something breaking outside, and you heard Nanami's voice calling for you. That was your queue.

You opened the door, already bearing one grenade inside your palm, the one with the corrosive element within. Toshio tried to body slam Higuruma, and was gaveled away across the hallway, landing right beside the door to the women's cubicle.

The woman came running and screaming something you couldn't make out thanks to the foam you stacked inside your ears, and you jumped in her direction, choking her from behind and shoving your corrosive grenade inside her mouth, letting it explode —  the explosion was minimal, just to liberate the substance inside her mouth. Yukiko grabbed her neck with both her hands, falling to the ground, seemingly choking. Sighing, you kneeled beside her and RCT'd her throat, just so she wouldn't die, but the sigil in her tongue was destroyed, and so was her ability to manipulate any of you with cursed speech. 

You got up and walked back to the door, opening it, seeing Toshio laid on the ground completely unconscious. You kicked the guy, and while kicking him, didn't derive half as much satisfaction as you hoped to. Kaoru had managed to drag herself near the door, and you looked at her, laying beside that man. Your stomach turned unpleasantly.

Nanami and Higuruma started to make their way to meet you, but you signaled for them to stop.

"Don't come. There are women in here, the victims. They're... Just- don't come near. Let's preserve whatever dignity they still have left after this pigdid what he did to them." You kicked him again, this time in the stomach, and the man jolted awake in a world of pain. "Good. I hope you feel it and I hope it hurts."

You walked across the hallway and looked at Nanami and Higuruma. They both seemed slightly surprised as they took a closer look at you, and it was puzzling — was your face...? There was a small dirty mirror hanging near you, and then you saw. Nearly half of your face was covered in bruising, and there was no pain probably due to adrenalin.

Unexpectedly, you heard quick footsteps making their way towards the exit, and you three realized at the same time it was Toshio. Faster than you could think, you conjured and threw a grenade right above the door, letting all the rocks come tumbling down and blocking the way out. The man was terrified, but one of the rocks hit him in the head, rendering him unconscious yet again.

You felt numb, abused, invaded and infuriated like you had never before in your entire life. You conjured up a massive grenade in your hand and started to walk towards Toshio, blinded with murderous intent.

Nanami saw you conjuring it and promptly grabbed your arm, pulling you back. "What do you intend to do?" He questioned you. His grip was firm, but wasn't hurtful at all. He was completely in control, especially now that the crisis was averted, as it was to be expected of Nanami.

You looked back at him with the emptiest eyes you had ever showed up until this point. "What does it look like? I'm going to kill him."

"No, you are not." Nanami replied.

"Nanami, let go of my arm. I mean it." You growled, turning to face him.

"Unfortunately, I cannot oblige to such a request. We're not murderers, and we certainly do not take the lives of non-sorcerers. That is not what we came here to do."

"Are you really going to protect a rapist murderer piece of shit because he's a non-sorcerer? Seriously?" You were hanging for dear life to every little piece of respect, admiration, and affection you had for Nanami in order to not yell at him that moment. "Those women in there are mutilated!"

"You seem to be mistaken. I'm not protecting this man," Nanami said, gravely, "I'm protecting you."

You scoffed, completely incredulous.

"It won't make a difference." Higuruma interjected. "These charges alone — rape, aggravated assault, multiple murders and possibly even sex trafficking — would probably elicit a death penalty for this man. The evidence against him is abundant."

Nanami sighed. "Your input is unnecessary and unsolicited." Nanami made absolutely no effort to hide his distaste for Higuruma at that moment, and the former lawyer noticed it, simply scoffing in response.

"So you think the existence of a Court to prosecute this man is unnecessary?" Nanami questioned.

"Oh, I don't think that. I know it." Higuruma retorted. "He'll surely be prosecuted and convicted, sentenced to capital punishment for his crimes regardless of his defense. It's just a matter of deciding how and when he dies."

"We are jujutsu sorcerers, not judges, nor executioners." Nanami answered sternly.

"I beg to differ." Higuruma replied. "When we kill curse users, we're executioners, whether you like it or not."

"We only kill at sight already sentenced individuals, and in extremely specific scenarios, unless we're acting in self-defense." Nanami pointed out. "And it's beyond our scope dealing with regular citizens. We're jujutsu sorcerers, remember that."

"Nanami, you keep saying that like it has some inherent meaning!" You said, angrily. "What does that mean to you?"

He sighed, turning his gaze to you. "It means our role is not to choose what happens to non-sorcerers that get themselves involved with these situations. We have our role, and the judiciary system as well as other systems in place have theirs."

You grunted, and angrily pulled your arm from his grip. "Fine. I don't think I'm suited for this jujutsu sorcery bullshit, then."

"Do you intend on becoming a vigilante curse user?" He asked, standing between you and Toshio's unconscious body on the ground. His gaze was razor-sharp, and he clearly demanded an answer from you.

"No. I-" You were coming back to yourself, and diverted from his locked gaze on you to stare at the innocent woman who was drugged up by the door. "I just can't look away and do nothing because things that go beyond killing curses and fighting curse users are outside of my role." You walked towards Kaoru, kneeled beside her, and started to RCT her back to consciousness. "I'm not that kind of person, nor will I ever be."

Higuruma and Nanami were standing silently, for none of them had an answer to what you had just said.

"I will not ignore the people that get harmed along the way, and I will not cease to try helping the people I can outside from exorcizing curses and stopping curse users."

"You can't save every person in need of aid." Nanami pointed out, matter-of-factly.

"I didn't say I intend to, I'm not a naive child nor do I have some savior complex. But I'll help those I can and try to mitigate the ugly consequences stemming from our job. Otherwise, being here and working for Jujutsu High would just mean I'm wasting my time. I want a new Jujutsu world-" you remembered your conversation with Gojo, months prior, as you heard his words spill out of your mouth, "and I can't do that if I just stick to my designated role. I can and will do more than that."

He sighed, and Higuruma was attentively watching the both of you. Higuruma was right about you, after all. You were definitely not a cynical person. And he felt, as he heard you speak, that neither was he.

"If you got any problem with that, Nanami, take it up with whomever you need to." You said, ending the discussion.

Nanami sighed as he crossed his arms and relaxed his shoulders. "I won't file any complaint of the sort." He pondered for a moment, and grabbed his phone. "I'll call an ambulance and the police right now. We should leave before they arrive." 

"Hm...?" You heard Kaoru humming softly as she started to wake up.

"Hey." You said, looking at her. "You're safe now."

Tears started streaming down her face, as she held your hand that laid on her chest. "Thank you."

Next chapter will be the epilogue. There will be a lot of dialogue and interesting stances on the JJK world from our trio.

[elfqueen006]

Resentment and Other Unpleasant Feelings

So like... I made this fic based around this post by @yanderelovlies - I'd made an ask to make a submission but they haven't update since May.

Wanted to get this out, thx and enjoy.

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May felt ...something overpowering her in her sleep. Actually, overpower wasn't right. It was something covering her psyche and body. It felt like having a sheet thrown over you and being forcibly held underneath it. Of course, as soon as she felt it, whatever it was, she forced it out. It didn't take much, as it wasn't that strong of an assailant - it's just that its presence was very hostile, which caught her off guard.

When she opened her eyes, she was met with her ceiling. But in her room she felt a groan and shuffling. She rose from her bed and saw Jack in the middle of her bedroom floor. Her teeth gnashing together as she made a vicious hissing sound, startling him to look in her direction. He looked tense and caught... that was the least he was going to feel once she was through with him.

"How. Dare. You?" she hissed.

The man gulped and in an instant, he was gone. ‘Coward. Asshole. Idiot.’ May thought. ‘Probably off spinning another white lie about me to Jamie.’ He'd been a pain in her ass since Jamila Cameroon had bought that damned tape. He's tried time and time again to intercept their affairs, all while slighting her. In fact, he made it a point to do it every time.

And the worst part was... she might've loved him the first time she saw him.

After watching the tape with Jamie, a soul bond of sorts had been enacted. She'd never felt one quite like this despite making them with her clients. Where hers often felt like a chain around the neck to imply ownership - this one felt attached to her heart.

May was fascinated by how humans expressed affection. It was as entertaining as it was adorable. Not a lot of demons did that without the added measure of sexual favors.

So she watched Jack and Jamie make their dates, play flirtatious games, and reassure the other. She was a voyeur to their "love", living vicariously through Jamie as she recounted their days to her. And she didn't dislike it for the most part. Demons were eternal with uncertain expiration dates - countless cogs in a great machine; not made nor fit for lasting relationships. Besides, Jack had gone after who he wanted and if his first instinct wasn't to pursue his real bond - who was she to stop him?

So, maybe it was her fault that Jack never knew. She didn't really explain the situation outside of her contract with Jamie - which had nothing to do with him anyway... it seemed like he was under the impression May forced her into it. But whether he knew it or not, creatures like her had to be summoned for these things to work. And besides, if she left, so did all of Jamie's contractual benefits. And she'd be fine. Jamie was a smart girl - when she assumed May was ignorant, she had devised a fallback plan to at least retreat to an apartment should all of her ill gotten fruits leave her.

Still, the prospect of someone owning Jamie made Jack upset. And the consequences be damned, he continued to try her patience.

"I know you're her manager, but you don't have to act as if you're her friend. You're only using her after all..."

"It's amazing how much she relies on you, but at the end of the day you'd just betray her, wouldn't you?"

"I could have sworn Jamie said she would take out the trash... so why are you still here?"

Time after time his words grew colder. And she wondered if she even had the right to be angry after all that's happened. She knows what she is; she knows she is not good. But what had she done that she wasn't doing a million times before? And though others hated her during those points as well… Why did this hurt?

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It was morning. Jamie had gotten another call about the article she wrote on a celebrity - they were inviting her to lunch. As always, Jack congratulated her, showering her in the highest praise as if she were some sort of goddess. May couldn't help but feel a little spiteful; the girl was clueless to his cruel whims. And the fact that she always questioned her and never him was enough to drive the demon up the wall with frustration.

Still, she bears it. Years in the future this will all just be a bad memory.

As May went ahead and made herself breakfast (Jack never made enough for the three of them) she steeled herself for whatever drivel the young woman would regurgitate from the big blue bully.

"Um, May?" Jamie's small voice came from behind her. She hummed in reply. "I heard noises last night. At first I wasn't that concerned but...Jack told me-"

Here we go.

"-that you...attacked him?"

May looked over her shoulder, her emerald green eyes sending a shiver down Jamie's spine.

"Did he?"

Jamie swallowed silently before nodding.

"And for what reason?"

"H-he didn't say. Not exactly, he told me you were erratic." Then she paused, "Oh, wait! He um, said you were upset he was coming between the contract. Screaming that he was a t-threat."

May scoffed but she couldn't help her twisted smile, which unnerved Jamie further. And Jack, who'd been eerily quiet up to this point, finally spoke.

"What you did wasn't right, May. Neither is what you're doing." Jack said, faking earnest but still having that trace of cold in his tone.

"What am I doing, exactly?"

"Controlling Jamie. Staking claims over her life and isolating her from people that care about her well being."

May threw her head back in laughter. Her fangs glinted under the kitchen light. This act alone made Jamie rise up from the table as it was the biggest and most abrupt show of emotion from her. Her shoulders were shaking and she even wrapped her arms around her stomach.

“You two… you two are so funny! It's amazing, really! The things you can spin out of thin air along with your own sheer audacity!” She spat the last word at a disgruntled Jack.

“But still… it's always A nice reminder to know everytime I'm going soft on you, your opinion of me just remains stubbornly consistent.”

Jack arched a brow in question, prompting May to continue. “You aren't entirely off in your statement. I've grown weary of you and your attempts to get between Jamie and I's contract.”

Jack didn't like the sound of this… she hadn't reacted like he thought at all. Granted May wasn't a very expressive woman, for her to laugh and take his words on the chin was out of character. When he insulted her she often scoffed or gave a soft, if not annoyed rebuttal. She would look unaffected, but he could instinctually feel her waning with every remark.

Now he felt something cold weighing on his chest, applying pressure with every word she spoke. Maybe it was her demonic presence, but every bone in his body was screaming at him to reel back.

And then May looked him directly in his eyes. “I want you gone.”

“Hrk-!” Jack clutched his chest as he stumbled backwards and slid down to the floor. His back caught on the spatula in the pan on the stove and it fell with him. May's eyes widened slightly in realization, before they relaxed in cool indifference. It was that easy.

Jamie went to aid Jack, kneeling beside him as he groaned in pain. She was horrified to find her hands went right through him when she reached out to hold him. He was…flickering. Going in and out like fog or a hazy mirage.

Jamie looked up at May with wide eyes, “Wh-What did you do to him!?”

May leaned back on the counter. “Do you remember when you first played that tape? I warned you about the spiritual energy coming from its contents. We ended up watching it together… In it I made a contract of sorts. I wasn't aware I was making it. But I figured I must have done it to protect your soul, as it was already promised to me.”

Jamie's brows furrowed in confusion while Jack's face seemed drained of its warmth when he realized the implications of her words. His mouth fell open. May couldn't even bring herself to smirk at their astonishment. She could only look on in disappointment and something akin to pity.

“You have no idea how lenient I've been on you.” May said. “But last night you really pushed me. And I think it's time we end this union before you become more of a liability than you're worth.”

Jack made an effort to stand up once his form was becoming more solid, but May was already walking out of the kitchen. Jamie looked between Jack and her manager, confused and scared of what is and will occur.

“W…wait, May!” Jack called out.

May stopped. He rarely ever addressed her by her name. A cruel reminder that she was little more than a nuisance to him. A thing to be stepped over. An obstacle. And now… at his lowest, he wanted to actually use her name?

“May, I'm…I'm sorry!”

The demoness turned around with a look of disgust. It took him off guard, as he was used to her calm and composed persona.

“You're sorry?” she spat, “Who the hell do you think you are?”

He didn't answer. How could he? May had clearly made up her mind about him. The cold spread until he was outright shivering in fear. Jamie held onto him as he buried his face in his hands.

“No, No I can't go back- I can't !” he whimpered.

“You're not going anywhere!” Jamie protested.

May didn't bother with refuting that.

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Working on part two, balancing the angst ending with some hurt and comfort after the fact.

Honestly, I just really like stories where people who wrong others atone. I think it just speaks to my petty psyche. Plus, I like showing May on the other side of Jack's ire. She's not the best person but as a demon that's amped up some.

So yeah, thanks to everyone who read, tune in next time.

[heartlessfujoshi]

a good feeling - a mikoizu one shot

Title: A Good Feeling Fandom: K Project Pairing: MikoIzu (Mikoto Suoh x Izumo Kusanagi) Rating: Teen+ (Minor Angst and Feels - Very Slight NSFW elements) Word Count: ~2,270

Summary: It’s been a few days since Mikoto has been granted the power of the Red King, and Izumo is trying to figure things out. 

A/N: This was written for the @kresurrectionfest. Here’s to twelve years for this fandom! I’m going to try and post a fic for each day of the event. Please enjoy! 

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Izumo stares at his fingers, watching as small sparks leap from the tips as a look of concentration remains firm on his face. He can feel the heat of the Red King itching to get out, but he can’t seem to make it happen. Ever since Mikoto had become the Red King only a few short days ago, Izumo’s life has already been upheaved in ways he isn’t necessarily ready for. 

“Try this.” A zippo lighter is tossed to him, Izumo catching it without looking in the direction it comes from. He’s sitting under a tree, the weather nice for once. He flicks the lighter open, and the sparks from his fingers fly off, shooting sparks in front of him in a small shower. “Told you.” 

The smell of cigarette smoke permeates the air as the person that has thrown the lighter at him sits down. Izumo turns to look at his King, who’s hair is a bit messy. “Just come from somewhere you shouldn’t have been, King?” He asks, keeping his tone light. He doesn’t want to come across as the jealous type, even if he is. Mikoto doesn’t need to know that, though. All the King needs to know is that he’s his undying servant. He has no choice, now that he’s been bestowed with the power of the Red King. 

Mikoto exhales a deep sigh. “You know I hate when you talk like that.” He speaks with the cigarette perched between his lips. Ash drifts down towards his lap as Mikoto leans against the tree, his eyes now closed. “I’m tired.” 

“You’re always tired, Mikoto.” Izumo has known him now for a few years, and if there is one thing he knows about the Red King, it’s that he’s perpetually tired. “Stop staying up late every single night.” 

A sound that’s neither a laugh, nor a cough, comes out of the corner of Mikoto’s mouth. “Too busy running through your mind, aren’t I?” MIkoto grins at him, Izumo quickly looks away as he doesn’t want to give away what his face is no doubt showing right now. He can feel the heat on his face as he flicks the lighter again, sending more sparks out. “You know I’m kidding, right?” 

“Yes, King.” Izumo grabs a smoke from his own pack, and uses the sparks to light it. “Useful power.” 

“Fire is good.” Mikoto nods, drawing a long drag on his smoke before exhaling a large plume of smoke. “You’ll understand your new powers soon enough.” 

“So you say.” He rolls his eyes, and feels Mikoto drawing him with his presence. His own body betrays him, as his shoulder finds a spot against Mikoto’s arm, the two sitting close together. Mikoto lifts his arm, draping it across his shoulders, and then pulls him to be against his side. Izumo knows better than to fight it, and instead sinks against him, letting his calm demeanor keep him somewhat grounded for the moment. 

They smoke their cigarettes, listening to the sounds of the park. Children playing. Ducks quacking. Girls gossiping. Mothers sharing stories of their long days while their kids run around. Dogs barking. Birds chirping. The steady burn of the paper as they enjoy their cigarettes in peace. 

“Has Tatara reached out to you?” Mikoto asks, breaking the silence. 

“No. Why?” Izumo lifts his head, having set it against Mikoto’s shoulder. “Is he avoiding us now?” 

“I’m not sure.” Mikoto shrugs. “Maybe it was too much too soon?” 

Izumo finishes his smoke, stubbing it out on the ground next to him. “It has been a lot to take in these last few days.” 

“I did it because I knew you could handle it.” 

“I’m not saying we can’t, King.” 

“Mikoto.” 

Izumo sighs. “No.” 

“Don’t make me hurt you, Izumo.” 

He lifts his head and stares directly into Mikoto’s eyes, feeling his power surge through him. “No.” He repeats the word. “You are my King. Therefore, I will refer to you by that.” 

“You are insufferable.” Mikoto lights another cigarette with the butt of the one that’s in his mouth, and then flicks it forward, incinerating it with a burst of his aura, turning it to dust before it hits the ground. 

“I am aware.” Izumo returns his head against Mikoto’s shoulder, as he feels his arm rest against his side, holding him in a somewhat intimate embrace. They’ve been friends for so long, that these minor touches should mean nothing. But they’re anything but that. Izumo craves these touches. He likes when Mikoto showers him with attention like this. He knows, though, as soon as Tatara returns, that this intimacy will disappear completely. 

Stubble scratches the side of his face. “Let me come over tonight.” Mikoto murmurs into his ear, his voice thick with something that Izumo aches to hear. “Don’t tell me no, Izumo.” 

“How can I refuse my King?” Izumo returns, not bothering to lift his head as he knows Mikoto is watching him. 

“You’re not being fair.” 

“I haven’t said no, have I?” Izumo keeps his patience, knowing that it will do no good to fight him on the matter. He does want to spend time with Mikoto. Preferably alone, but he knows that if either one of them gets a message from Tatara, then that will be it.

”Good. I don’t want you to say no.” 

“Yes, Your Majesty.” 

They return to listening to the ambience around them, Mikoto continuing to chain smoke while Izumo keeps his eyes closed. Mikoto smells good - a mixture of the lingering cigarette smoke on his body that’s a permanent fixture, along with the hint of sandalwood that he tends to wear as his aftershave. Which, as the stubble has shown, is almost pointless to use. The subtle scratch is a touch that Izumo has learned to love, over the years he’s become close with Mikoto. Always close, but not close enough in some respects. But that way lies madness, and it’s better to keep things as they are, than mix feelings into their dynamic. 

The sun sets, the crowds thinning out in the park. Mikoto gently pulls away from him, and stands up. Izumo looks up at him, and sees Mikoto offer his hand to him. “Let’s go.” 

His fingers touch Mikoto’s palm, a rush of energy rushing up his arm as he uses it to stand up. Mikoto doesn’t let go, lacing their fingers together as they walk out of the park, their heads bent down to avoid any unwanted eye contact with strangers. 

Mikoto brings them to HOMRA, which isn’t that busy. No one pays them any attention as they make their way towards the staircase that will take them up to where Izumo resides. He unlocks his door, and steps to the side to let his King enter first, and then he follows him in. 

He bumps into Mikoto’s frame, who has stopped right as he enters the marginal foyer. “Is something the matter, King?” 

“You used to never call me that.” Mikoto stares down at him, his eyes burning a hole into Izumo’s soul. “Why are you being stubborn?” 

“Things have changed.” Izumo takes off his jacket, hanging it up as he toes off his shoes. He walks past Mikoto, not interested in this conversation. “Do you want me to call Tatara, to see what he’s been up to?” 

A warm hand wraps around his wrist, Mikoto latching onto him as he tries to walk past him. “Stop, Izumo.” 

“No.” He tugs his arm out of Mikoto’s grip, and glares at him. “No, I won’t stop. Because you and I both know that the only reason you’re here is because Tatara is nowhere to be found. And you'd rather be alone with him, but you’re settling because I’m available.” 

The burn of his fingers seers into his forearm, his right shoulder blade aching as his new marking of the Red Clan had burned into his skin only days before. “Stop.” Mikoto says with more force. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Izumo.” 

“A lot of things don’t suit me, Your Majesty.” He tries to keep the bitterness out of his voice, but it’s a difficult task. “You can let go of me now.” 

Mikoto drops his hold, Izumo breathing a little easier now that the steady heat from Mikoto is no longer pushing into his own body. “Do you want me to leave?” 

That is the million yen question. He wants Mikoto to be there because he wants to be there, not because he’s a good alternative to wherever he’s been going to in the evenings since becoming the new Red King. He wants to say yes, he wants to tell him he wants to go to bed with him, but the words won’t leave his mouth. 

He gives him a look, and then pushes past him and heads into his bedroom, leaving the door wide open as a silent invitation. He waits, wondering if Mikoto will follow, or if he will leave and go find somewhere else to be. Strong arms wrap around his stomach, Mikoto’s warm chest now touching his back. He hisses softly, and then feels the pressure against his back disappear. 

“Right.” Mikoto reaches for the hem of his shirt, which Izumo allows as it is pulled over his head. A soft kiss touches his tender right shoulder, as Mikoto puts his hand against his waist. “It hurts, doesn’t it?” 

“Of course it hurts.” Izumo’s breath hitches as Mikoto presses another kiss to his shoulder. “Stop that.” 

“I will not.” 

“Mikoto, please.” The word holds little weight behind it, almost as if he’s begging his King to continue his actions, while trying to be aloof. 

The hand on his hip gives him a firm squeeze, and the arm around him draws him back to MIkoto’s chest. “One more time, Izumo.” 

“Mikoto.” His head drops forward, as he feels Mikoto’s lips move from the new insignia burned onto his shoulder, heading towards the nape of his neck. A low, possessive noise leaves Mikoto’s mouth before he roughly turns him around, and kisses him. Izumo startles for a second, and then sinks into the kiss with everything he has. Too many years of skirting around these feelings, and now here they are, jumping into them with little regard. 

His back hits his mattress, as he watches Mikoto tear off his own shirt, revealing his own insignia to him. Their matching emblem, that no doubt the rest of their crew - as soon as they gather one - will have. For now, it’s the two of them, and their missing third, wherever he might be. As much as Izumo is loath to admit it, he knows Tatara should be here. 

Fire burns between the two of them as Mikoto’s power is unchecked. Izumo moans as Mikoto’s fire touches him, scorches him without any sort of pain as he has been gifted with the same powers. He feels every part of Mikoto’s body touching his, as their mouths come together for more hungry kisses. Any sense of holding back is no longer in the cards, as the dam has broken, for better or worse. 

The bed creaks as they move as one, Izumo’s arms wrapped tight around Mikoto’s neck as he feels him thrust into his body. Soft, sharp gasps leave his mouth as sweat begins to dot his brow, his hips moving in tandem with Mikoto’s thrusts. It’s over fast, years of pent up desire coming to fruition quickly. He falls back on his pillow, a light chuckle leaving his throat as Mikoto disengages himself from his body. 

“Why are you laughing?” Mikoto grabs a cigarette from a pack that’s on Izumo’s nightstand. 

“Dunno.” He takes the lit cigarette from Mikoto, who has used his powers to light it without the use of a lighter. “Happy, I guess.” 

“Happy.” Mikoto grunts, leaning his back against the wall. Izumo rests his head on Mikoto’s thigh, holding his cigarette with one hand, taking a drag as Mikoto’s hand touches his hair. “That’s a good feeling.” 

“It is, Your Majesty.” 

“Back to that, are we?” Mikoto shakes his head, but he can see there’s a satisfied smile on his lips. “Very well.” 

He turns his head, and leaves a kiss on Mikoto’s thigh. “Are you going to go?” 

“No.” Mikoto’s fingers curl into his hair. “I thought I’d stay until morning.” 

“Only if you sleep.” 

“You’re the only person I can relax around, Izumo.” 

That fills him with a sense of pride. “Then, my place is your place.” 

“Might turn complicated.” 

“I know.” Izumo sits up, and presses a kiss to Mikoto’s lips. “But, you’re worth it.” 

“Don’t call me King in here.” 

Izumo stares into his eyes, and nods his head. “Very well, Mikoto.” 

The smile that lights up Mikoto’s face does a number on his heart. “Give me another kiss.” 

“Yes, Mikoto.” He returns his smile, and leans forward to share another kiss with him. 

They finish their smokes, and sink back down beneath the blankets. Another round of sex transpires between the two of them, and then Mikoto falls asleep with his head on Izumo’s chest. Closing his eyes, he listens to his King snore, happy to know that he trusts him enough to relax completely around him. They’ll find Tatara soon, and he knows that things might shift again. Or, they might not. Maybe this is how it’s meant to be. He knows that many things will be changing soon, now that Mikoto is the Red King. It’s going to be a challenge, and one he’s prepared to hit head on, as he knows that he’s the second in command. They’ll figure things out as they go. One thing is for certain - Izumo belongs to Mikoto, in more ways than one. He will serve his King as best as he can. 

[xxrainshadowsxx]

New Elite, Chapter 1

Here's the beginning of the new fic. Very different from Interpersonal, it is a period piece, and I have researched it to hell and back (Lord knows why I didn't pick a period in history I already knew a lot about), so hopefully it's mostly accurate. No Onceler in this chapter, but this has to be here to set things up. Also, I'm working on getting a master list set up, hopefully by next weekend.

“Tighter, Nellie. This is going to be her grand entrance into society, she needs to be seen.” You take in a sharp breath as the already near-suffocating corset is pulled even tighter as per your mother’s firm instructions. You don’t bother trying to argue with her. You’d learned from past fruitless attempts that it was pointless.

“Stop fidgeting so much,” was her next admonishment, this one directed at you. You did your best to stay still–dress fitting was nothing new to you–but all too often your frayed nerves got the best of you and caused frequent trembles.

This wasn’t just any dress fitting for you. This was the fitting for your debutante, your formal introduction to the high society of New York. Of course, you’d been surrounded in it your whole life, but always protected, never left to fend for yourself. Now, you were to be thrown to the sharks, and had to pray you had the education necessary to survive.

And of course, the most important part of your debutante was that you were going to be introduced to society as a viable marriage option. And, according to your mother, your whole life has been leading up to making a good marriage.

She wasn’t entirely wrong. While there were parts of the world that were starting to see that marriage and childbearing was not the ultimate goal for a woman, it was not so in your circle. And of course, your mother wasn’t excited for your marriage for you. No, she was pushing it for her own survival.

You sigh through a grimace as Nellie tightens the last few strings of your corset. You really couldn’t blame your mother for pushing this on you, even though you selfishly wanted to. It wasn’t just her survival that hinged on it; yours did as well.

Still, you couldn’t help but resent the fact that the burden to keep the two of you afloat fell solely on your shoulders. Every appointment to get you ready for your debutante, every dance lesson, and especially everytime your mother made you recite the “rules” for the ball in the coming week that would serve as the vehicle for your debutante, made you want to scream and rip your own lovely, painstakingly-manicured hair out from the roots.

And there was no back-up option. As Mother was quick to remind you if you voiced even a hint of dissent, you were the one and only card the two of you had left to play. According to her, a lovely young girl with a good name could attract anyone she so chose, as long as she kept her charms about her. That was exactly the role she expected of you.

So she spent money you were sure you didn’t have in an effort to get you noticed. She made it clear that she fully expected you to end your first season engaged at the very least, and kept dropping increasingly less-subtle hints that this was the last chance you had to keep your family’s name and legacy in New York’s good graces…

Nellie finally finishes with your corset, breaking you momentarily from your melancholy for a whole new type of misery. You cautiously take in a breath as deep as you’re able as your mother is busy instructing Nellie on the correct way to handle your dress. To your dismay, Nellie did far too good a job at tying the corset; your breaths can’t loosen it even an inch, and inhales you can take are far too shallow for your liking.

But then Nellie comes over with the dress, and you have to hold yourself together and lift your arms as she places the delicate material over you, and then she and your mother immediately begin inspecting it for any flaws. As they fuss over the details, you glance at yourself in the mirror and sigh. You hate the pure white you’re in. You’d seen one dress with just a hint of light blue feathers on it that would have done wonders for your complexion, but Mother had deemed it far too scandalous. Women at their debutante wore white, and only white. To wear any other color was to suggest one wasn’t a maiden, and that wouldn’t fall in line with your mother’s master plan.

Get introduced into society. Catch the eye of some rich man and get engaged and married in quick fashion. And suddenly, all of your problems would be solved. If only it were that simple and not have so many hidden rules and regulations in between the lines.

“Darling, what gloves were you thinking?” your mother asks as she finally decides your dress is passable. Before you can voice your own opinion, she gives hers. “The ones with the pearls at the top would be simply lovely.”

“I was thinking that as well.” You absolutely weren’t–you actually fancied an ivory pair with lace just so you could have something that wasn’t pure white–but you’d learned long ago that agreeing with your mother is far easier than trying to change her mind about anything. Besides, it would take an act of God to convince her that ivory would be acceptable.

She hands you her preferred gloves, and you slide them over your hands and arms. “Well, I think that besides the hair, this will be what we go with,” she declares, though she’s still scrutinizing you for the most minute flaw. “I see no reason why you shouldn’t attract the attention of most men.”

You can’t help but notice the fact that she simply says ‘men’ instead of ‘young men’ like she used to. That meant widower’s twice or even three times your age were probably acceptable options to her as long as they had enough wealth and a respectable name. It takes all of your control to suppress a shudder. Your worst nightmare was being forced to marry some fifty-year-old man in a year’s time. He’d probably have children of his own older than you at that point.

But if your mother thought men of any age were appropriate, then it meant your family’s financial situation was even more dire than you originally thought. This really was the last ditch effort you had to restore yourselves.

Well, restore yourselves to the life you were accustomed to. So many people were still living less fortunate lives than you, and you recognized that. But to even suggest to your mother that either one of you should start selling things, or worse, get a job, would destroy her pride. There would be no way to hide the money situation if you did either of those two things, and slowly but surely, you would both be shunned from society. She couldn’t handle that, and you hadn’t been brave enough to broach the topic with her just yet.

Turning away from these unpleasant thoughts, you instead turn to look at yourself in the mirror. You can’t exactly say you’re thrilled with the sight that greets you. All the white makes you look younger than you are, which isn’t conducive for being seen as a marriage option for the men of New York. Your hair at the moment didn’t exactly help matters in terms of looking your age, but you weren’t exactly thrilled about that coming change, either. At present, your hair hung in long curls down your back. While contributing to your youthful appearance, you didn’t like the idea of putting it up whenever you went out, but that was one of society’s rules. From your debutante forward, your unbound hair was a gift for your future husband.

As usual, though, your mother doesn’t share your opinion. “You look a vision, my dove,” she croons. “Well, I think that about does it for today. Nellie, come get it off. Keep it safe for the ball. And have it steamed beforehand.”

“Of course, milady,” Nellie murmurs before going to help you out of your entrapment of a dress, which thankfully, you know would be a good deal quicker than getting it on in the first place. 

As she works, Mother pierces you with a meaningful stare. “You remember what we talked about in terms of how you are to behave, correct?” How could you forget? She’d drilled it into you for the past six months. You simply nod to try and avoid another verbal repetition, but the rules flash across your mind just the same.

There was to be no talking about topics you were actually interested in, like women’s suffrage or the growing political turmoil in Europe. Music and art were acceptable, but only if men brought up the subject first, and there was to be no intentional disagreements. You were to accept a dance with any eligible man who asked, but excuse yourself quickly if he wasn’t up to your mother’s standards for a suitable husband.

And what would disqualify someone from your overwhelming list of potential future husbands? There was only one thing, and it was your mother’s most important rule: Never associate with New Money for longer than socially acceptable.

To your mother, the worst thing someone could be in society was New Money. Her greatest fear was that your only marriage proposal would be from someone who was classified as New Money. She honestly might rather take the two of you being destitute over you marrying into New Money. It was anyone’s guess at this point, and you weren’t confident on which way she would go. It could very well change with her mood each day.

As soon as the garment was off your body, your mother had more rules. Of course she did. “Well, early to bed with you. You’ve been far too pale lately, we need to change that. I don’t want to have to use too much cosmetic on you for the ball. Nellie, draw a bath will you? Bed after that.” She beams at you before leaving you to follow Nellie to a bath.

She means well. You know that, deep down, she just wants to save you from a life on the streets, and this was the only solution she knew of. But you also know she loves her comfort, and her motivation was out of self-preservation as much as your own protection. And though she didn’t know it, you found the rules and regulation of her precious New York society to be just as suffocating as the tightest corset.

As you sink into the mercifully warm bath Nellie has prepared for you, your thoughts turn again to an unknown future husband. You know full well your mother will agree to a proposal from the richest suitor with the most respected name, without giving a second thought to their character. That wasn’t a consideration given to her, and it still wasn’t a common practice among the upper-class, so you know your actual feelings about someone won’t be a factor in your marriage. You’d be lucky to get engaged to someone you liked. You knew it was a fool’s hope to believe you’d actually be in love by the time of your wedding.

And then there was the other factor, the one that scared you more than even marrying a stranger: being forced to bear his children. Women died in childbirth frequently, even with new drugs that claimed to help with the pain, and the infant mortality rate was even higher. That was something you knew all too well. Your mother had had several pregnancies both before and after you, all of which had resulted in either a miscarriage or stillbirth. You had been the only healthy child.

Well, the only healthy legitimate child. Perhaps due to your mother’s inability to produce an heir to his liking, your father had a number of extramarital affairs. You didn’t know if you had any half siblings as a result of those affairs, but it was certainly a possibility. And of course, because it happened to her, your mother told you it was likely to happen to you, too. You were supposed to pretend you didn’t know about it.

That was one task you weren’t sure you’d be able to manage if it did come to pass. Unless you ended up married to a truly horrendous man, you didn’t want him to suffer the same fate as your father, who’d died from a venereal disease he’d contracted from one of his affairs. If your own husband was doing the same, you might not be able to hold your tongue.

“Miss? You’ve been so melancholy today, one might’ve thought a funeral was impending,” Nellie comments, once again pulling you from your doldrums.

“I’m scared, Nellie,” you sigh. Though employed as a maid to your family, she was the closest thing you had to a friend and confidante, and you trusted her to keep your silence from your mother. “This is unknown. And while I recognize the privilege my name has given me, this is the price I pay for it. The burden of upper-class women is no easy one. I think I should find a funeral far easier than my own debutante, for then I would at least know what to expect.”

“Hush now with those morbid thoughts,” Nellie scolds, though she manages to sound much more affectionate than your mother. “You’ll be the brightest young star at the ball, and have any number of young gentlemen interested. Surely one of them is bound to catch your fancy? Now let’s get you washed and out of the water before you start to prune.” You allow her to help you finish your bath and step out of the water and into your night things before returning to your room, where Nellie started running a comb through your hair to detangle it.

There was nothing that could be done for you. Your father left you with nothing but piles of debt, and while the old family fortune had seen you through a few years, it was depleted now. Your marriage truly was the last hope you had to keep yourself and your mother off the streets, penniless. With no man to care for them, women were vulnerable, and that was simply the truth of the world. 

So as much as you detested it, you would play your part. It was the only way to keep you alive.

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

So I love the concept of Ámbar and Luna growing up together, hence why I did my whole Sunshine and Moonshine fic, but I also now realize that. Sharon would've had two toddlers to take care of. And like no matter who you are, one toddler can be a handful enough. I am thinking that she got Ámbar to be very well-behaved for a toddler in canon (or just bought her every single toy ever so that she'd be quiet), but if she has to take care of toddler Luna too? Yeah, she'd be stressed 24/7.

Luna we know loved to run more than walk as a toddler, and seeing her run around probably influenced Ámbar to run around too, so now Sharon just has to keep an eye on both, and they run in different directions

Luna and Ámbar in canon are/were both picky eaters, and as toddlers it was probably worse. Constant tantrums at dinner.

Also Luna would be that toddler who would love to stand up in her high chair and refuse to sit down, and thus Ámbar would be prompted to do the same.

Sharon having a quiet moment, and then realizing it's too quiet, before walking in on Luna and Ámbar having caused the biggest mess imaginable.

If Ámbar started to cry, Luna would sympathy cry

Scenario: Luna has wrecked a whole room and Sharon is trying to process witnessing the destruction. At the same time, Ámbar comes in to tell her that she has thrown up on an expensive carpet.

I don't even wanna picture potty training, so honestly they could've just been potty trained before the fire. However, toddlers are more prone to have accidents... so.

And if they weren't potty trained before then Sharon would probably like guilt trip them into stop using diapers, idk I feel like she would have a very odd method that probably worked but also made the girls feel afraid of even "daring" to have an accident. Basically threaten them to go to the toilet instead because otherwise the consequences would be very bad.

They'd leave their toys absolutely everywhere.

Someone would always be missing. If she kept an eye on one kid, the other one is gone.

Being woken up in the middle of the night by one of them who had a nightmare, then by the other one who accidentally wet the bed or something, and then both of them wake her up because it's 4 AM and they are wide awake now ready to start the day.

Luna got super dirty from being outside, Sharon has to go clean her off. Once she is done, Ámbar comes in covered in flour after being left unattended in the kitchen.

And Sharon will NOT hire a nanny or anything because she wants to have all of the control, so now she's just trying to survive.

[bpdpenguin]

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✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

someone bookmarked one of my fics with "anything you write is my favorite" which im unable to ever be normal about. i also really like all the comments on royal red & ocean blue chapter 5 bc it's such a fun chapter, someone thanked the inventors of snow, kendo, and thermal underwear, another person quoted 'you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up' which made me feel like i nailed the dynamic. and ofc the dream syncing comment section is full of gems and thank YOU specifically for calling it sexy i didn't know how it would land lol

i savor every comment. genuinely

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uhhh so listen... idk about rymin but you can have some zukka. this is from the incomplete and very long rrob ch10 "the king of karaoke" a very (purposefully) awkward coming out scene:

Zuko scans the room and quirks a brow. "So this is your Ba Sing Se crowd?" There's a waver in his voice that belies his casual tone. Sokka follows his eye line to see what has him thrown off balance.

Zuko's looking at two girls making out at the foot of the stage, but drops his gaze when he realizes Sokka's followed in his direction.

Sokka's body stills, but he points a sharp glare at Zuko. "Yes," he says, voice dripping with challenge. "Is that an issue, your highness?" He doesn't care that it's factually inaccurate, he just wants Zuko to hear how much of an ass he's being.

Zuko blinks at him, then stumbles through a fervent, tipsy head shake. "No," he says as his cheeks color from more than just the alcohol. "I thought it might be for you, for some reason." He spins his pointer finger as if trying to rewinding time. "I don't know why, though. In retrospect," he adds with a nervous chuckle as he looks anywhere but at Sokka. He had been looking at Sokka the entire night, like he'd been Zuko's refuge in all this chaos, and the absence of his gaze is jarring. "Anyway..."

Zuko is interesting to be around. He's easy to read, most of the time, but where the emotions stem from is still a complicated puzzle Sokka has yet to piece together. He's got a competitive streak, at least where Sokka is concerned, as evidenced by them always trying to one-up each  other at banter or dumb games. And there's this feeling Sokka gets around him that he can’t place, electric yet gentle. It draws him in; it’s something to solve.

Sometimes, though. Sometimes he's just confusing.

"What?" Sokka asks. He wonders if they can ever have a clear conversation when liquor is involved.

“Sokka,” Zuko starts. Stops. He ruffles his hair, hides his head in his arms folded on the table, emerges again. He doesn’t quite meet Sokka’s eye. “I’m gay.”

“Oh,” Sokka says. His too-loud heartbeat is drowning out any coherent thoughts.

Zuko still isn’t looking at him.

“That’s awesome,” Sokka says. “I mean, that’s cool.” He wants to dunk his burning face in cold water. “Good for you.”

As he says it, Zuko is stumbling over his own words. “So I wasn’t, you know — I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, I get that now,” Sokka says. He recovers from his shock and remembers himself. “Thanks for telling me. I mean, for trusting me enough to tell me that. Yeah.” Okay, so not completely recovered, but still.

Zuko releases a long-held breath. When at last he returns Sokka’s gaze, the harsh red laser lights of the club are filtered to a soft pink in his amber irises. There’s a moment of acknowledgment before he blinks back down to where his fingers are tearing apart a napkin and he’s guarded again.

“I almost told you before,” he says. “At the festival.”

Sokka thinks back to that moment. He winces, remembering how much he had assumed — not only about Zuko, but about Mai, too. Sure, he’s accepting in theory. But in practice? Maybe he has a lot more to work out than he thinks.

“Shit,” Sokka says. “I’m so dumb.” This time he’s the one avoiding eye contact. “You were trying to tell me and I didn’t get it—”

“I backed out.”

“And I was just going on about girls. Not even thinking—”

“I thought you would hate me again.”

Sokka’s mouth and heart sputter to a stop.

“Not that I had any reason to think you’d have a problem with it,” Zuko says, waving it off and fumbling through his words before Sokka can respond. “Obviously you wouldn’t.” It doesn’t sound as confident as Zuko likely thinks he does. “It’s just… We had finally started talking. I thought it might be different enough to throw things off balance again.”

Zuko’s attention is devoted entirely to the bits of napkin in his grip. 

Sokka pushes past the dull pulse in his ears. “Hey. Zuko.”

Zuko glances back up.

Sokka’s reach is slow as he gauges Zuko’s reaction. With no sign of resistance, he places his hands on Zuko’s shoulders. Zuko relaxes at the touch, so Sokka treads further and pulls him into an uncertain hug. Almost immediately, nervousness shifts into warmth, until he's more comfortable in Zuko's arms than he'd been outside them. Sokka isn’t sure how long it lasts. He isn’t sure he cares.

“I like learning more about you,” he says as they draw apart.

Zuko’s light smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

i used to treat writing so preciously and i was pretentious about it, if i wasn't shakespeare then what was the point. i still have perfectionism issues, but at least i get stuck on WIPs i have actual words down on instead of consuming every writing tip video on youtube and fantasizing. i used to not write fanfic bc i wanted the first thing i ever wrote to be "the novel of my heart" or whatever the fuck. and if i DID write a fic i wanted it to be a big multichap cornerstone of the fandom, which is the mindset i started rrob in LMAO. i would wonder why i was so much better at drawing than writing when writing was what i really CARED about. im not afraid to doodle only for myself, im not afraid to abandon drawings, im not afraid to put pencil on paper and START. every time i apply that lesson to writing it helps, but it's still hard for me to keep in practice.

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[m1ckeyb3rry]

KARASU appearance I’m not ready guys. Ok but very excited to see how you’ve established their relationship (as it’s now no longer a romantic one LOL)

FR it’s especially even more endearing when you factor in Nagi’s lack of parental attention or guidance really?? And how (I think) he’s even mentioned in that one extra chapter from movie promo where he visits Reo’s house and it’s kinda implied how he didn’t fully like being just like left alone and thrown to the wilderness (LMAO)

FR yeah er bllk is quite limited on that aspect especially since it’s also set in like..normal world au(??) like no special powers or systems really besides what’s established in Blue Lock itself which also doesn’t leave much room for anything…and yeah not very conducive to women MCs unfortunately…the only two routes I can even imagine are manager/assistant (kinda like the game setting) or your typical cross dressing mulan sneak in cliche (there’s a rather (unsurprisingly) large amount of those works floating out there I know LOL) I feel like the latter still wouldn’t be plausible though since I’m sure ego and anri do a very thorough background check on all bllkers so….either way those options also don’t really give much room to expand on a whole lot in the verse either so I can imagine the struggle

I was not aware an anti nagireo tag existed LMAO but FR they’ll sometimes come in hordes to bombard antis and it’s a nightmare I see some comment sections occasionally and it’s insane IN IT TOGETHER FR!!

Thinking about a color spread from epinagi just reminds me of the latest one and im like??? They really just took the light novel visuals and lined them all up class group photo style LMAOAOA I was fr expecting like an action color spread scene relating to the current match but um. I guess not!!! :,)

NO FR because the way he’ll be chill and compliment people left and right if they do something cool/unordinary in a match but we’ve also seen him beat the shit out of all those people in second selection + almost igaguri + rin when I first saw him colored my jaw dropped that’s such an interesting color combo…very Shidou though

Also I saw the words Karasu in your CW section of the latest Kaiser fic and I had to double take (fr have the Karasu radar on 24/7) I won’t lie I can’t say I’m the biggest fan of Kaiser but I’m about to inhale another work of yours I also got Karasu baited in a way LMAO (if I get converted I’m holding you responsible /pos)

-Karasu anon

HE’S SO COOL IN HOLLYHOCK TBH like def one of my fav characters i think…i won’t gas him up too much so you can make your own opinion on him though hehe

oh i have many thoughts about how the parental neglect nagi faced is a DIRECT cause of his “laziness” LMAOO let’s just that mr and mrs nagi are NOT safe from me. i think it’s comparatively a subtler form of abuse compared to what kaiser for example faced and maybe not intentional on the nagi parents’ part but nonetheless it is maltreatment/abuse and likely was traumatizing for him!! i do think that as much as he chafes against barou’s bossiness he probably appreciates it in a way (or at least needs it LMAO)

yeah i’ve seen a lot of those “only girl in bllk” type of aus and ykw probability aside…would it not be terrifying to be the only girl in a facility full of boys?? like even as an assistant or manager i guess you have authority so it’s not as bad but being a player would genuinely be horrifying imo. like we the audience know the bllk guys are good guys for the most part and would never hurt a woman but a character in-verse wouldn’t yk?? being the singular girl locked away with 300 boys is genuine nightmare fuel to me 😭 i feel like of the few fics like that i’ve skimmed (never really gotten into any unfortunately) i’ve never seen that aspect being explored — mostly because, again, we as readers trust the bllk boys, so we wouldn’t really think of a character not doing the same?? now i’m tempted to write a version of that more cliche story that takes the cliches and subverts them heheh…i think it would be a fun challenge at any rate although idk if anyone would really read it.

LMAOOO i think tumblr is a very pro-nagireo site so the antis are p nonexistent…i wouldn’t even consider myself an anti necessarily i just am not FOR them!! omg if people ever come for me i’m just going to block or smth i don’t have the time to deal with…at the end of the day it’s fiction and never that deep

THAT’S WHAT I MEAN like he’s one of the only characters who compliments players from opposite teams if they do smth he finds cool so in that sense he’s chill but also as soon as someone does smth he finds annoying he just starts swinging 😭 wasn’t there a point during the u-20 arc when aiku had to stop him from beating up the team LMAOO?? lowkey rare aiku slay

AHAHA OMG THE INSTRUMENT??? i wrote that a while ago actually for my event!! i just remembered it and reblogged because i was like “hold on i actually like this more than i thought i did.” kaiser isn’t one of my favs either tbh (although he has grown on me a lot) so when i got that request i was very very nervous to write it and then for some reason i decided to write it in present tense which i have never done before or since?? it’s honestly not a very romantic story and very contrary to the typical fanon characterization of kaiser but honestly i feel like i ended up loving the way i wrote him…i personally thought it was closer to his manga self than him being super charming and lovable. and HAHAHA the karasu reference in the tags i was giggling when i came up w that 😭 that was in the era before fwtkac and whatnot so the most i had written karasu was his shithead cameo in cherry tree 😓 so adding him in the tags there was like a personal gratification moment FJSKFJJS i’m sorry i karasu baited you 💔 i hope you like reading it anyways!!

[buckysimp101]

Deleted Scene 1- Love at First Grade (18+)

drabble warnings: just fluff. It’s a warning. This was cute

a/n: so this first deleted scene is pretty short but it’s gonna be when Avery calls Bucky “papa” for the first time. A little bit of extra information: Avery calls Bucky “papa” and not “dad” or “daddy” for the last half of the fic because she does remember having a dad but she doesn’t remember him being very involved in her life. So she calls Bucky “papa” to separate the two mentally. Once we reach the epilogue & she gives Bucky the adoption/name change papers she transitions from “papa” to “dad”

Series Masterlist

Life after Bucky got out of the hospital took on a sort of monotonous routine. Bucky had physical therapy in the morning, you dropped the kids off at school, you went to work, you picked the kids up. Dropped Becca off at Bucky’s. Hang out for a little bit. Go home. Repeat. 

It started out like a regular Friday, well as regular as your life had been in the last couple weeks. You had picked Avery and Becca up from school and were planning on meeting Bucky at the penthouse to pick up some pizza and watch a movie while the girls played together. Becca and Avery were excited about a new game they had started playing at recess that they’d get to play even more at home, they called it Unicorn-Mermaid-Princesses. You got the gist of what that meant. When the three of you got out of the elevator at your place the girls were taking off around the corner to Avery’s playroom almost immediately, leaving you to have a few moments of quiet by yourself as you prepared the girls their after school snacks. 

You’d been taking the girls to school and picking them up the last couple weeks. Bucky’s physical therapy took a lot out of him so you did what you could to make sure he wasn’t completely overwhelmed by the energy levels of a six and seven year old. He always seemed especially thankful for your help on the days when his appointments lasted longer than usual. Bucky was still getting used to his arm, he preferred to take it off after a long day of working with it, your assumption was that it had something to do with the fear you knew he harbored about hurting you or the girls. 

“Mama, what kind of pizza are we getting tonight?” Becca’s voice pulled you from your thoughts as she and Avery entered the kitchen. The girls pulled themselves into the chairs at the counter, taking a brief moment from playing to eat the snacks that you had made for them, already curious about what they were going to have for supper.

“Well Miss Becca, I was thinking we could get anchovies and mushrooms and hot peppers and spinach on all our pizza. What do you think about that?” You questioned teasingly as the blue eyes in front of you widened in both fear and disgust.

“Ewwwwwww mama! No! That’s disgusting!”

“You’re a monster, mommy! That’s nasty”

Twin shrieks of disgust were thrown at you from the kitchen counter causing you to practically double over in laughter. “Well if I’m such a monster…I guess my job…is…to…CHASE LITTLE GIRLS!”

The girls screamed and scrambled off their chairs as fast as they could, taking off as fast as their little legs could take them around the penthouse, with you chasing them at an exasperatedly slow pace. Monsters can’t run too fast obviously. 

When you finally caught up with them, you snagged Becca first. Pulling her towards you and tickling her sides while making chomping noises as if you were eating her. Her squeal in your ear almost made you deaf but you continued playing anyways. Then it was Avery’s turn. You picked her up and twisted her upside down, offering a quick tickle to her tummy that had her twisting in your arms and yelling for Becca’s help to fight off the mommy monster. You let her down again and they took off once more back in the direction of the kitchen when you heard the sound of the front door closing. Bucky was home. 

You picked up your slow paced running again to find the girls once more and you found them alright. Hiding behind their stools as if that would protect them from the dreaded mommy monster. You faked a roar and dove towards them, their shrieks blending together as they ran towards Bucky, who’d just appeared in the kitchen doorway. He’d yet to take off the prosthetic, preferring to do so when he was at his place, when Becca jumped in his arms first followed by Avery. Bucky held a girl on each hip as he looked at them questioningly with an eyebrow quirked.

“The mommy monster is going to get you! Bucky cannot save you now!” You roared.

Avery and Becca clung tight to Bucky but the next words out of Avery’s mouth surprised you both.

“Help us fight the mommy monster, Papa! CHARGE!” 

You froze in your tracks. Bucky’s whole body stilled. You’d both grown used to Becca calling you mama the last few weeks but neither of you were prepared for Avery to call Bucky papa. Avery and Becca sensed something off in the way their guardians were acting and they both scrambled to try and get out of Bucky’s arms. 

“What did you call me, Avery?” Bucky asked quietly, trying not to scare her, but also wanting to make sure she had said what he thought she said.

Avery’s face twisted into one of confusion as she responded, “I called you papa. Cause you’re Becca’s daddy. And you’re my papa. Cause mommy is Becca’s mama and that’s how that works.”

The matter-of-fact tone she used seemed to have broken the spell on you and Bucky. You closed your mouth that you didn’t realize had been hanging open and teased, “well, papa? You gonna help the Unicorn-Mermaid-Princesses escape the mommy monster or are you going to fall to my evil clutches as well?” 

Bucky reacted with the quickness that only a father and a first grade teacher could and he scooped the girls back into his arms and took off down the hall tossing a yell of, “you’ll never catch us, mommy monster! Daddy to the rescue!”

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