#jade writes (drabbles)

[yuuchama]

Eating lunch with the Leech twins.

When they think you're not looking, Floyd steals some of your food and Jade replaces it with some random fried mushroom he picked that weekend.

You can so obviously see that your plate is changing. They claim to have no idea what you're talking about. They have those twisted sneers on their faces, as if provoking you to challenge them. Your tongue is starting to tingle from one of the mushrooms. While you're debating whether or not it's worth picking a fight over, they do it again. Completely in plain sight.

[jadegrey711]

Oh please. PLEASE Wally Clark pussy eating or cock sucking smut 😞😞🙏

Ask dear anon and yall shall receive. I am absolutely inspired by this man!!

*Not My Gif*

18+ only!!!

Wally was always higly devoted to whatever he decided to pour his energy into; whether that was football or eating out your pussy like a man starved.

The way he'd spend what felt like hours having you on your back or your tummy just devoting his tongue and mouth to you, making you cum was truly an art form; that was starting to feel like an obsession. Of course Wally loved it when you went down on him, watching as you took him into your sweet mouth, his large hands curling in your hair so sweetly and thrusting his hips just enough to get himself off.

But the man loved to eat, and his favorite thing was you.

You swore it felt like only a few hours ago that you were in this same position, on your back, your hands buried into Wally's thick dark hair as he kissed down your body.

"Wally." You giggled, as he slowly unbuttoned your jeans and slid them down your legs, his hot hands scorching against your skin as he pulled your jeans all the way off. "I feel like we were just here."

"You know I can't get enough of you baby."

"You're obsessed." You giggled.

Wally's dark brown eyes looked up at you and you felt your giggles die in your throat. "Oh baby you have no idea." He said in a gruff voice, that already had you clenching in anticipation.

You watched as he crawled back up your body and kissed you, his lips soft and inviting as he opened you to his invading tongue. Letting it dance with yours before he ended the kiss and pressed a wet kiss to your neck, sucking harshly on the spot he knew was your favorite.

You let out a moany groan, and could already feel yourself getting slick for him.

Wally smiled against your neck, before pulling away and sitting back on his heels. His hands running up and down your legs admiring the sight of you like this splayed out before him.

"I'm gonna eat you up baby." He moaned before pulling your hips so your core was flush against his body.

You let out a sharp gasp, as his thumb rubbed against your already sensitive clit through your soft cotton panties.

"You're already so wet for me baby, you're already soaking through your panties. Just shows me how much she missed me too."

His thumb lazily circled your clit, watching as you squirmed against his hold, feeling yourself growing hotter and wetter just from that one motion of his thumb.

His hands reached under your hips and lifted you just enough to help pull those panties down and off before he smoothly pocketed them in the back pocket of his jeans.

He hummed low in his throat at the sight of you as he took his two fingers and glided them down your center and popping them in his mouth. "Always so sweet for me, I just can't get enough of you." He groaned out.

"Wally." You whined. "Stop teasing me."

"You're right baby. I'll stop teasing you, can't hold out for much longer either." You watched as he slid his body down and lowered his mouth to your center and let out a gasp as you felt the flat of his tongue press against your clit.

Wally groaned against you and to his word he stopped teasing you. You felt his tongue eagerly circle your clit, bringing it to his mouth before he sucked hard, causing you to throw your head back against the soft mats. Your hands immediately found purchase in Wally's soft hair, that was usually so neat and kempt, now wild and all over from your fingers digging and pulling at the strands, begging to Wally to stop and never stop all at the same time.

He sucked mercilessly on your clit, those two fingers from before joining in as he slowly pumped them into you bringing you closer to the bliss Wally was so good at bringing you.

"I could eat this pussy everyday for eternity." He breathed against you. "I've found heaven right here." He moaned as his tongue ran down the length of you, pulling out his fingers for a moment so he can fuck you with his tongue.

You were right to call him obsessed. He was obsessed, obsessed with you, your smell and taste. The way your little moans sounded when you were close to coming all over his face. Wally couldn't get enough of you, he didn't think he ever would. He would die all over again if he knew that finding you again would be guaranteed.

You felt your toes curl as you felt your orgasm drawing near.

Wally knew you were close too "Come for me baby, come all over my face." He added both of those fingers inside you again and sucked hard on your clit and you were done for.

You screamed as you felt your orgasm crash over you, Wally's body between your legs the only thing from keeping you from clamping your legs together, as Wally prolonged your sweet torture by eating you out lazily through your orgasm.

You felt dazed as Wally gave your pussy a little kiss, kissing up your thighs and pulling away from you.

"Was that good baby?" Wally smiled because he knew the answer, he just wanted to hear you say it. And after him doing that you obliged.

"So good baby." You moaned, reaching for him and smoothing out his hair before kissing him and tasting yourself on his soft lips.

He hummed low in his throat. "Good. Because I'm still hungry."

[sideblogofawriter]

I need some kind of reverse Beauty and the Beast AU with any of the Octotrio, where they were cursed to become human, and need to fall in love in order to retake their true form and return to the sea. But although they do at first make an effort to mingle with humans, they can't really imagine falling in love with one, due to their vastly different life experiences and the fact that they would be separated once the curse was broken.

Not to mention, the merfolk that humans are familiar with are "the pretty ones" - the ones that have flashy tails and a normal skin tone - so they're not exactly keen to reveal the truth. Maybe it happened accidentally once. Mirrors display their true appearance, so someone caught sight of them in one and... well, the situation was handled, but now they mostly confine themself to avoid trouble. They're well aware that their personality already leaves something to be desired. Given the circumstances, who could possibly fall in love with someone like them?

[officialdaydreamer00]

Good Old-fashioned Lover boy

in which he pines for you in his unique ways

format: song lyrics drabbles

characters: cater, jade, floyd, malleus

content: pining; no thoughts, head empty, only fluff; irene's favourite love languages: singing, dancing, physical touch and quality time; severe brainrot for queen's GOFLB

reader is not yuu, reader is gender neutral

song used:

"I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things

We can do the tango, just for two"

cater would take you to the light music club room an hour or two before the official meeting time. he would strum his guitar in a more gentle manner than his usual upbeat style, and he would sing songs that he thought you would love, keeping your song preference in mind. there were times he would play songs you both knew by heart, and he would extend his hand to you, as you both dance away in the empty club room. just the two of you.

he might not say it out loud, but he adored those moments. they were short but sweet, and he cherished them with his entire heart so long as it is still beating. because those moments are the ones he shares with you.

"I can serenade and gently play on your heartstrings

Be your Valentino, just for you"

jade leech is a busy man. besides his schoolwork, his role as the vice housewarden, and his own club, he barely has much time to be with you. and oh how he hates it.

the next time he sees you, he would invite you to his club room, keeping you close to him as you both take care of the mushrooms. he would even hum the merfolks' entrancing melodies that he learned before his venture on land. oh how he adores that cute little blush you adorn every time his gloved hand brushes yours, or when you sneak glances at him thinking that he wouldn't notice. it puts a silly smile on his face, knowing one day you would sing with him a perfectly harmonised melody of your own.

he doesn't mind waiting for you, he is a patient man after all. he doesn't mind, as long as you choose him in the end.

"Hey, boy, where'd you get it from?

Hey, boy, where did you go?

I learned my passion in the good old-fashioned school of lover boys"

there are many words people would use to describe floyd. spontaneous, unpredictable, bat-shit crazy. but never in his life has he heard someone calling him "passionate", and that dumb brave soul being you.

so naturally, he was intrigued. the little shrimpy wasn't afraid of him? but you were so tiny and fragile and cute, he could just eat you up! he decided to stick with you for a few days, just to make sure :)

you really weren't afraid of him or his infamous squeezes, you even reciprocated most of them! floyd was ecstatic, he ultimately decided to greet you every day with squeezes and hugs reserved just for you shrimpy!

you wouldn't refuse his growing affections for you right, shrimpy? after all, he has binded his heart with yours, he likes you too much to let you go <3

"I'd like for you and I to go romancing

Say the words, your wish is my command"

malleus is THE textbook definition of a good old-fashioned lover boy.

a literal crowned prince, the future ruler of a land, and one of the most powerful mages in all of twisted wonderland. that's who he is. to say you have someone of such status falling for you, people would brush it off as a joke due to how utterly ridiculous that claim sounded.

of course, outsiders wouldn't know the entire details. your late night rendezvous are something malleus looks forward to the most in his years long time being alive. you are the first ever friend he made, and the only friend he had, it is only natural he grew emotionally attached to you. his affections were more and more obvious with each night you spent together, talking and dancing the night away, how his eyes were on you, and you only, and how he gave your hand a tender kiss at the end of each meeting before he (regretfully) had to return to his dorm.

he hoped you could reciprocate his love one day, and he would wait for you, until the end of time.

taglist🏷️ @azulashengrottospiano @aqua-beam @identity-theft-101 @shyhaya @ceruleancattail @dove-da-birb @moonlit-midnight @hisui-dreamer @cecilebutcher @leonistic @ang33333333l @siren-serenity @krenenbaker @twistwonderlanddevotee @axvwriter @minimallyminnie @iseethatimicy @siphoklansan @bun-lapin @red-viewe @thehollowwriter @jaylleoo14 @wordycheeseblob

reblogs are appreciated!

[4e7her]

october writing prompt #17 - "i would do unspeakable things for you.”

-

character: jade leech, twst

contains: yandere themes, gn reader

"I would do unspeakable things for you."

"What?"

Oh. Oops. He really had to watch what he muttered under his breath better - at least around you.

"Would you like to try the Monstro Lounge's newest drink? We're offering a free slice of a cake of your choosing with every purchase."

There we are.

It wasn't the deal they were really offering, but for you, he'd cover it. The real thing was supposed to just be half-off on the dessert item, but for the chance to learn your favorite, he'd pay any cost.

Or, well, besides get Azul or Floyd's attention on you.

He had shared everything in his life with them. You, however, he was not willing to share. Not in any capacity. Getting their eyes away from you was something he put the upmost importance in, despite the many lies he had to weave to do it. He knew he might have to let them know a little bit when he eventually decided to start seriously pursuing you, but for now, he would be happy with just watching. Learning.

It was getting a bit difficult to find first years to trap into quietly taking his shifts so he could go and... study you, but it wasn't impossible.

Taking note of your choice, he sent you a smile with just a bit more behind it, and went to go put in the request. If he physically wrote it down on a scrap of paper and stuffed it in his pocket to add to his journal about you later, then who was there to notice?

-

[click here to go to masterlist.]

[kiyo-cant-write]

post grad floyd visited by jade/azul ✧･ﾟ

.

This is not a request and is a drabble based on a conversation with @shrimplymoray (hi Moray!!) about JeiAzu and what post-graduation Floyd would be doing. This has no plot or larger fic, it's a drabble/scene.

To followers, remember that Akuma is a multishipper and everything is a multiverse. Just because I write one headcanon for a character or ship for canons doesn't mean it is true in ALL my works. Everything has a time and a place here in my inability to write full pieces.

.

Summary: A little under two years after graduation, Jade and Azul pay a visit to the Queendom of Roses where Floyd has taken up residence (we assume it is to give a certain goldfish a hard time).

TW/CW: None

Notes: established relationship, canon/canon, Jade/Azul (JeiAzu), post-graduation, future au, this is not a reader insert, implied Trey/Riddle (TreyRid) & Floyd/Che'nya (FloNya)

Guest Stars: None

.

.

.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

As they approached the address that Azul had on his phone, the octomer wasn't sure he had inputted it correctly. This couldn't be where Floyd lived. This house looked like a teapot. Would Floyd really live here of all places? It was absurd. Azul couldn't compute it.

Nothing in the Queendom had made any sense to him. It was like Heartslabyul but bigger and even more confusing than Riddle had been in school. Why was Floyd even here? Even when asked the other had not given a clear answer. Floyd had some business here it seemed and from what Jade told him this morning, it had something to do with Riddle (who he was still terrorizing even at his age), Riddle's partner, and a certain strange nekomi.

He turned to Jade who was smiling in a way that didn't bode well.

Was Jade aware of something?

"Jade," Azul tried in as firm a tone as he could muster.

"Do you want me to say something, Azul?" the eel asked him.

What did Azul want him to say? He didn't know.

"Would he really—"

Azul was cut off by the door to the strange house opening and there was Floyd, hair long and wearing something that neither Jade nor Azul wished to comment on. There he was, there was the answer. Azul was sure this visit would not be the ideal one now.

Did he even want to know what was going on?

Would it help or worsen his condition?

Sighing, he walked into the house, following Floyd with Jade close behind him. It almost reminded him of Night Raven when they worked at the lounge together, when they had met the strange human who, to Azul's knowledge, was still here in their world.

However, coming into the house? That was five minutes ago. This was now. In that time, they had received a tour of the place against their will (or Azul's anyway, Jade seemed to have fun), with Floyd narrating every object in his house and what its name was. There were rat magnets on the fridge that Floyd had called "ragnets."

That was the final straw.

Azul was not amused and he could tell Jade was withholding commentary just to see him gawk at the odd trinkets they witnessed (there was a life-size cardboard cut out of Vil Schoenheit in there, Jade! Explain that!). But Jade stayed silent no matter what raised brows and strange stares Azul gave him when Floyd wasn't looking.

Finally, there was a pause as Floyd needed to answer his phone. It was surprising but accepted by the octomer who was overwhelmed by the sheer oddity of the situation. It didn't matter who Floyd was calling, Azul would gladly thank them for pausing that.

As he watched Floyd walk into another room in the... teapot, he turned to Jade who looked like he was stifling a laugh. Careful not to draw attention from the phone and back to them, Azul hissed out a whisper to Jade.

"You think this is fun, don't you?"

The octopus was offended, just a tad.

"Oh, definitely," Jade told him, grin widening a tad to show his sharp teeth, "Most definitely, Azul."

Azul sighed.

"…Sadist."

"Masochist~" Jade whispered back.

Standing, they waited for Floyd to come back, with Jade smiling eagerly and Azul regretting taking off from work to visit a friend.

"Maa, Catfish, I don't need you to bring me back anything," Floyd's voice would be heard over the phone, "Eh? Just tell Goldfish work is dumb! That old turtle will help~"

Floyd talked on the phone for a few minutes as Azul and Jade watched, hearing muffled bits and pieces of the exchange as Floyd's voice shifted from calm to laughter to even a serious tone once or twice.

"Just ask that turtle, he knows him best," Floyd repeated to the caller.

"You don't think the person he's talking to is..." Azul half-asked Jade a moment later, trailing off at the end of his own idea.

"Let's find out~" Jade suggested, laughing a little too darkly for Azul's liking (in this context).

"...Today is not going to be a slow day," Azul mumbled.

"With me and Floyd? Never."

Jade wasn't lying, of course. This was completely true. There was never a dull day with the twins, together or separate. Azul knew this. He had known this since he was young. This was his life.

"You're a lot, you know," he told Jade after a moment, though he smiled at him, "You just never stop."

"Oya? Thank you~" Jade grinned for a moment, showing all his teeth before they were concealed once more.

The two exchanged a look and it was decided: today was the day that Floyd would tell them why he moved to the Queendom of Roses.

"Ready, Jade?"

"Of course," Jade replied, taking a step closer.

"Ehh?" Floyd managed as he came back into the room, "What are you two talking about anyway??"

Floyd put his phone back into his pants pocket. And what ridiculous pants they were. Who wears colors so bright? It was like looking at the sun! Or that's what Azul thought. Neon orange and pink. Highlighter colors, truly.

"Get him."

Jade nodded and within a moment, Floyd, who was not expecting this, was grabbed and restrained in the most effective way Jade could. Call it a a show of strength or an attack, Jade was good at it and where they were didn't matter. Jade would hold down his brother in his own home to get information, all in good fun.

The quieter twin thought that this was like that time when they were kids and Floyd took Jade's shell and a fight broke out and... Oops, that's a story for another time. Next time, maybe.

"Who was that on the phone, Floyd?" Azul asked, watching one eel writhe to try and get away from the other, "Someone we know?"

"JADE! AZUL! NO FAIR!"

.

.

Imagine the rest yourself! :)

.

.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

Thank you for reading! Likes and reblogs are appreciated! Do NOT repost my writing/headcanons as your own >:c Check the top of my blog for the inbox status and read the rules before requesting. This is not a twst-only blog! ^^

[jadewritesficshere]

Okay, but imagine Robin who hangs out at the diner on weekends because the senior citizens go there and are fun to hang out with. She knows all the ins and outs of who is who in Hawkins thanks to Janice. Gladys has shown her how to knit, which the first thing she made was a very off-putting and weirdly shaped sweater she gave to Steve (Steve absolutely wore it even if it is not correct. Anytime anyone mentions it he just goes "its called fashion"). Charles has lamented about how the outfits the kids wear and their attitudes ("All these bright colors and for what? To be a dick? Might as well have put a big flashing sign that says "I'm a prick"").

One day, there is a new guy at the diner. Robin doesn't catch his name but he seems nice (and younger then the majority of the crowd). Robin is telling them about Steve's failed attempts at flirting, when the new guy chuckles and cuts her off mid sentence. "Almost as bad as my kid...God love him," He smiles and looks at the ceiling before taking a sip of coffee. Robin would feel frazzled getting interrupted if the guy didn't go on to tell the most hilarious story she ever heard. The poor kid was apparently so flustered trying to flirt he had actually tripped and spilled his drink on himself; somehow, the story ended with the kid looking like a sewer rat with twigs in his hair and a bloody nose, but an award winning smile cause he got a number.

Robin immediately wants to meet the kid who is "around your age". He seems sweet and funny, at least this man is so surely the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. Janice is the one to suggest Robin meets the nephew and brings Steve along ("That poor boy needs more friends his age, always cartin' those kids around" "If he ever wants an older friend you tell him to-""Rhonda! He could be your grandchild!""I have eyes Janice, just because I'm old doesn't mean I can't see""You're legally blind."). Robin earnestly agrees. As they leave, Robin makes plans with the man, making sure the others can't hear so they don't show up. Robin makes plans for Tuesday at 4.

Except on Tuesday she gets sick. She's laying on the couch pathetically, lamenting about how she never gets sick. Steve is like "oh nooooo guess we have to cancel" with a shrug, cause he could not care less (he had wanted to spend a relaxing night off). Robin convinces him to go. Cue Steve meeting Eddie at a diner, essentially a blind date. Steve shows back up at the apartment him and Robin share and is smitten. Starts telling Robin all about the date not date. Eddie goes home to Wayne, gives him a grumpy look (he didn't want to go out to some "stupid" hangout), then goes to his room. Wayne could hear his squeal of delight and then hear Eddie talking to himself about the prettiest guy he's seen. Wayne just sips his coffee and goes back to reading the paper.

[shining-gem34]

Farewell Longing Firmly For Reunion

||Personally, this is my spite writing regarding Dan Heng reaction about Cloud-Piercer breaking. Also Dan Heng and Cloud-Piercer in general.

Song Inspiration/Drabble Title: Ado エルフ, Gentle Hands (ENG Ver.)- Tomoyo Mitami

HSR 3.0 Spoilers

Years before Dan Heng joined the Astral Express, he once heard a glass artisan say, “Anything that has a form will eventually break. If there is a beginning, there is an end.”

Those words struck something within him. They tug his heartstrings and turn into threads. The holes left in his soul and mind are being patched up by the stirrings of his emotions. They're forcing him to remember memories that should've remained forgotten. The past that was supposed to be washed is a rock refusing to be swallowed up by the ancient sea.

The clinking of their cups meet as the party toasts to another victory. They toast to another reunion after a long battle. They toast for better days to come. Their happiness, however memorable, is as brief as the leaf blown away by the storm.

Something breaks, and someone screams.

The glass artisan words remained with Dan Heng even after joining the Astral Express. There are times he will forget it between maintaining the data bank and exploring new planets. It is only when he takes care of Cloud-Piercer it will return. His hands polishing the spear will pause to ponder.

When he was exiled, Cloud-Piercer became his companion through the best and worst of his lonely wanderings. He did his best to maintain his weapon. To polish and sharpen the spear, Dan Heng learned from blacksmiths who admired the craftsmanship of it. The familiar motions, and their inquiries of its creator, brings forth blurred memories. Indistinct faces and arrogant voices discussing Cloud-Piercer makes his heart ache.

He does not remember the name of the man who crafted his spear.

Yet a single truth is seared into his soul.

The moment Cloud-Piercer was placed in his hands, Dan Heng knew it belonged to him. This spear is his, and no one shall ever take it away from him.

But he forgets his beloved spear is linked to a past he denies.

Throughout the short journey with Jingliu, Dan Heng ignores the anxiety gnawing in his stomach.

She is not Kafka whose honeyed voice is dripping with poison. Jingliu speaks gently like a winter breeze brushing against the sleeping dragon. Coaxing him to awake before she strikes and drags his head to look at the crimson skies. To force him to confront the past as she reminds him he cannot escape no matter what. Even if he covers his ears, her voice still reaches out to the depths of his soul.

“Combat is like smelting — purging the impurities with burning flames and exposing a person's true nature.” Jingliu states, her tone carrying a bittersweet note of nostalgia.

Behind her blindfold, Dan Heng can feel her piercing gaze on him as she asks.

“Those are the words of the one who made Cloud-Piercer for you. Do you remember?”

Amongst the burning sea and destruction, the High Elder can only hear his human heart shatter once again.

If anything has a form, then the body is also considered one.

Every form will break under pressure, and Dan Feng can feel the cracks forming since returning to the Luofu.

No, they were always there- he simply never acknowledged it.

Now, they’re spreading faster than what he can keep track of. Before Dan Heng realizes it, everything collapses and the ground under his feet gives out. He falls between the cracks, but his body falls apart rapidly. His hand reaching out for solid ground breaks into pieces and are swept up by merciless waters.

He opens his mouth to scream, but not a single sound comes out.

When Dan Heng sits up in the Archives with a gasp, he turns to Cloud-Piercer. His spear rests against the nearby wall. He takes a deep breath before outstretching his hand and in a moment, Cloud-Piercer appears on top of his palm. He holds it against and closes his eyes. Their solid weight keeps him anchored to reality, a soothing balm to his heart after a nightmare.

As his thoughts start to drift away, he can hear the pluckings of guzheng strings echoing in his dreams. Shortly, the thunderous clapping of the drums joins. The both of them moving in tandem with a certain craftsman humming.

So quietly, Dan Heng falls asleep to their lullaby echoing in his mind.

In the heat of the battle, Dan Heng charges forward with Cloud-Piercer in his hand.

As he faces the unknown swordsman in Amphoreus, the archivist watches the events unfold in slow motion. With a smile, the swordsman swings the Trailblazer bat and parries his spear. His absurd strength or the timing of his strike, or both, are more than enough to break Cloud-Piercer in two.

Teal eyes widened in surprise as the blade stabbed into the ground behind him.

The uneasiness he felt for the past few weeks has accumulated for this moment. Every nightmare he had, he brushed it off and moved on with his day shoving it in the back of his mind. After all, Cloud-Piercer has lived for more than seven hundred years. With diligent maintenance to keep it in pristine condition, why should Dan Heng believe it would be destroyed so easily when it has existed for so long?

How ironic he chose to remember the glass artisan words shortly after his spear broke.

“Anything that has a form will eventually break. If there is a beginning, there is an end.”

Fortunately, Phainon kept true to his word and recommended a craftsman capable of repairing Cloud-Piercer.

Dan Heng is no expert appraiser or engineer.

By observation alone, he can't find any faults in his spear. There is not a single crack where the pieces are melded. The welding is smooth with the material showing no signs of color variation. He takes a step back to make room to test his spear.

It is easy to fall into a rhythm of swinging and twisting the spear in his hands. There are no changes in its weight as far as he can tell.

Satisfied, he lowers his spear and nods to Chartonus, “Thank you, Sir Chartonus. And to you as well, Phainon.”

The Trailblazer beams and claps their hands together, “That's great, Dan Heng! Cloud-Piercer and Cold Dragon Young duo are back in action! We are sooo back to the ass kicking. I can see it now: Galactic Baseballer and Cold Dragon Young rising from the ashes! If only our Ice Queen was here with us to make it a trio…”

“Please act normal.” Dan Heng said bluntly. He's used to the Trailblazer antics, but they shouldn't be weirding out their acquaintances.

Chartonus remains impassive as ever. In contrast, Phainon looks amused and comments, “You both are really energetic. The day never gets boring with you two around.”

“Oh, you would get along with our other friends just great, Phainon! I just know it!” The Trailblazer said proudly, placing their hands on their hips.

Phainon responds with a smile and a nod of his head. A hint of something unknown flickers in his crystal blue eyes.

Soon, the Trailblazer was distracted by a shiny object in the forge. Led by their curiosity and instinctive need to investigate, they walked further inside. They weren't alone because Chartonus was keeping an eye on them to make sure they didn't break anything. Dan Heng can't help but shake his head fondly at his companion.

“Dan Heng.” Phainon calls out, placing a hand over his chest. His expression becomes sheepish as he says, “Again. I am sorry for any offense I've caused during our first meeting.”

“Your course of action was understandable, Phainon. If I were in your shoes, I would've done the same thing. I assure you, I am not offended or upset.” Dan Heng reassures him, because he finds it ridiculous to hold a grudge over something out of their control.

Still, the archivist's sense of Phainon wasn't entirely convinced. He looks almost like a kicked puppy he can't help but want to tease. However, he refrains and says instead, “You already repaid the debt by keeping your word and had my weapon repaired. That's more than enough for me.”

Those same crystal blue eyes look over him. Whatever Phainon found, and hopefully it's his sincerity, he relaxes and smiles, “Thank you, Dan Heng. I'm glad to have mended things between us.”

“As I said, what happened was neither of our faults- only circumstances. Besides…” Dan Heng can't resist being a little cheeky and adds, “...I am open to revisit our first meeting with a rematch, Phainon. Without the element of a beautiful surprise.”

To his delight, Phainon turns sheepish once more. There is no mistake the swordsman is flustered by the pink blush dusting his cheeks. He coughs lightly and excuses himself to talk to Chartonus about something. 

Dan Heng, radiating smugness, watches him retreat into the forge to talk to the craftsman. 

With his friend and acquaintances occupied, he takes a moment to look at his spear again. There is not a single mark to indicate it was broken previously. He does not doubt Chartonus skills, but a single question comes to mind.

“What would he think if he saw this?”

If he closes his eyes, he can hear the indignation in Yingxing's voice. The craftsman steadily grows louder between scolding him and grumbling about another craftsman touching his spear. He would take Cloud-Piercer from his hands and inspect it thoroughly. His violet crimson eyes scrutinize every detail to make sure the repair is done to his impossible standards.

If not, Yingxing might undo it himself and fix it to his standards.

And what would Dan Heng Feng do?

He stands to the side and observes the craftsman work. The dedication to his craft is unmistakable, so focused to the point he is humming once more. A passion so hot it's as if he's engulfed by the very flames of the forge itself. He can't stand to look away or else in a blink of an eye, there will only be ashes after the flames.

When Yingxing is done, he’ll return Cloud-Piercer to him. An arrogant smile on his handsome face, callous fingers gliding on the sharp edge of the spear, and a playful reminder that rouses the vindictive side of him. 

But Dan Heng sees another man overlapping Yingxing. The hunter who chased him throughout the stars. The ghost of his past who refuses to let him forget their sins. His beastly eyes look straight at him. A maniacal smile splits his face in half as he grabs Cloud-Piercer by the Blade. Uncaring of the fact he’s injuring his own hand, blood spills from the cuts and stains the spear crimson.

“This spear is sharp enough to pierce dragon scales. Be careful, High Elder, lest you hurt yourself with it.”

Opening his eyes, the illusion of bittersweet memories disappears. 

Unlike before whenever the dream ends, the urge to dig his claws into his skin until it bleeds is barely present. The need to tear off his own face and hide in a corner is not as strong as before. If there is anything he feels, it is only the hollowness in his chest accompanied by a yearning so powerful it will move the moon, the stars, and the sun. 

Shaking his head, Dan Heng banishes the thoughts away. This isn’t the appropriate time or place to drift away into nostalgia. 

Still, while the others are busy some feet away, he allows himself a moment to observe Cloud-Piercer again. The metal shines under the torch fires nearby but once again,he is impressed how there is not a single crack where it broke. 

The urgency of the situation since arriving in Amphoreus left little time for Dan Heng to think or feel. Now, he recalls the shock he felt seeing Cloud-Piercer break. A brief few seconds of heart-wrenching grief for a treasured companion, a legacy of his journey, and the most precious gift of a beloved. But then, he had to push such emotions aside and reassured the Trailblazer he would be fine. 

And he meant it.

They had to move forward for the sake of their journey and explore Amphoreus, and then find a way to communicate with the Astral Express. After all, the signal to outside the planet is jammed leaving them unable to report the situation to Himeko and the others.

That’s not including the dilemma Amphoreus itself is experiencing presently. 

Yet amidst the chaos, Dan Heng lets out a sigh of relief knowing Cloud-Piercer is repaired.

He traces the character “Dan” engraved onto the spear. The glass artisan's words come and go in his head, but Dan Heng understands another perspective of his wisdom.

“Anything that has a form will eventually break. If there is a beginning, there is an end.” Dan Heng repeats quietly to himself. Wordlessly, he puts his spear away and grasps the traces of its blue light, “Likewise if there is an ending, there is also a new beginning.” 

“Dan Heng! Hurry up or I’m leaving you behind, slowpoke!” 

Upon being called by the Trailblazer, Dan Heng lowers his hand and moves to join his companion. Hopefully, it wasn’t too obvious he was smiling or else they’ll feel inclined to pry into the reason. Or worse, they’ll start taking pictures for March 7th and revel in the fact they caught him smiling. 

“If there is an ending, there is a new beginning. The form will never be the same again, but it will bear the scars and continue living.”

[purple-plum-petals]

Hi! I love reading your works and I have a little request if you don't mind for a Jade x Reader.

I really just want a short where the reader is making their Halloween costume (a mushroom fairy) and surprises Jade with it. It'd be even cuter if the mushroom that the reader got inspiration from also happened to be a favorite of Jade's.

⊱ A Tailor-Made Coshroom ⊰ || Jade Leech X Reader

╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮        Character(s): Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Azul Ashengrotto, Grim (Twisted Wonderland)        Reader Type: Human, Ramshackle Prefect (Gender-Neutral Pronouns) – Reader is mentioned to be shorter than Floyd and Jade.        Warning(s): Brief Mentions of Blood, but Besides That, Nothing! I also always use the Japanese TWST Terms (Dorm Leader instead of Housewarden, Madols instead of Thaumarks, etc.) in my writing.        Genre: Drabble, Fluff, Attempt at Comedy, Romantic or Platonic Relationship (It Can Technically be Read as Either since Nothing is Stated Directly, but it Does Lean More on the Romantic Side of Things)        Word Count: ~1,900 words        Request: “Hi! I love reading your works and I have a little request if you don't mind for a Jade x Reader. I really just want a short where the reader is making their Halloween costume (a mushroom fairy) and surprises Jade with it. It'd be even cuter if the mushroom that the reader got inspiration from also happened to be a favorite of Jade's.”        Author’s Note: I’m overjoyed to hear you enjoy my works; thank you so much for reading! This ask has been sitting in my inbox for quite some time but, since spooky-season is right around the corner, I thought now would be the perfect time for me to post this. I’ve been lacking a lot of motivation when it comes to writing as of late, but I’m hoping I can pump out at least one request every week from now on until my inbox is cleared out. I actually started my Master’s program, so hopefully I’ll have time to be able to write for enjoyment rather than just for academics. 😅 I hope this is alright; I have to admit, I’m a bit rusty haha. (Also, just a PSA, the ending is supposed to be cute I swear – it’s just Jade acting a little more childish like Floyd and was not intended to be creepy! I didn’t want this to get too long since it was supposed to be a shorter piece, but I had no idea where to end it. 😔) Also, yes, the title is a pun on costume/mushroom – yes, I couldn’t think of another title.

→ If you enjoyed my work, please reblog it if you can! Exposure on Tumblr is based on reblogging content rather than liking it, so your support would be much appreciated!  ♡ ╰─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╯

⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆

Halloween was inching closer and closer by the day and you didn’t have much more time to complete your costume. So, as soon as you were finished with class for the day, you immediately returned to Ramshackle, cooping yourself up in your room until it was time to make you and Grim dinner. You had been working non-stop on your costume for the past week or so, powering through the many times you’ve pricked your finger with your accursed sewing needle. You couldn’t even count the numerous occasions that Grim or the ghosts had to help bandage your hands up after all your slip-ups at this point.

You had come up with an idea nearly a month ago and wanted to make it a reality with your own two hands – this year for Halloween, you would be a mushroom fairy! You had thought the idea was pretty cute, plus it was a simple enough costume to make considering all the DIY videos you could find on the internet. While it most certainly wouldn’t be unique by any means, hopefully your classmates would be able to appreciate the work you had put into it.

Your costume was based on the Fly Agaric mushroom, also known as Amanita Muscaria, simply because it was an iconic mushroom with its recognizable red-and-white-dotted cap. It was also one of your upperclassmen’s favorite species of mushroom, but that wasn’t the reason why you chose it – it was just a coincidence, you swear.

Right now, you were currently finishing up your mushroom cap, sewing on a few final details into the red fabric considering Halloween was now only two days away at this point. You were certainly excited to be able to show off your costume to your friends, and you were hoping you’d get a genuine reaction out of the previously-mentioned upperclassman. After about another twenty minutes, you had completed adding all of the small white beads to your hat. With a wide smile, you held your costume out in front of you. It was finally ready, and you couldn’t wait to see what everyone thought of it at the party.

Before you knew it, it was finally Halloween and – after weeks of hard work and bloody fingertips – you were finally able to wear your costume! You already had gotten quite a few compliments from some of your friends, but you had a specific upperclassman in mind you knew would absolutely love what you were wearing. You were currently scanning the room to see if you could find him, trying to spot his signature teal hair among the large body of students. It shouldn’t be too hard to find him considering how tall he was, but you ended up finding his brother before you could him.

“Hey Floyd! Happy Halloween!” You said with a smile, making your way over to one of the school’s biggest menaces. Floyd’s face seemed to light up when he saw you, a bright yet somewhat intimidating grin spreading across his features.

His sharp teeth were at full display as he made his way over to you, waving as he said in a sing-song tone, “Shrimpy~, there you a–!” However, once he seemed to register your costume, his smile immediately faded as he questioned with a slight scowl, “…What are you wearing?”

“I’m a mushroom fairy! Pretty cute, right?” You told him in return, pride filling your chest as you gestured towards your outfit.

“Ew, no – mushrooms are gross.” Floyd said with a grimace, looking almost disappointed with you.

“What? No they’re not! They’re absolutely adorable!” You told him in return, placing your hands on your hips as you stood your ground.

“Ugh – you’ve been hangin’ out with Jade too much. He’s a bad influence on you.” Floyd said, coming over and placing his arm on your shoulder as he leaned into you with his taller form. He had the habit of using you like an armrest every now and again, a habit that he had picked up months ago at this point.

“Arguably, I think you’re a worse influence.” You said with a slight huff, trying to keep yourself balanced considering you had a giant leaning against you. You moved the hat on your head out of the way so you could glance up at Floyd, asking him, “Where is your brother, by the way? I’ve been looking all over for him.”

“Last time I saw him, he was with Azul by the food table.” Floyd said, glancing down at you in return. However, once your eyes met, a wide smirk began growing on his face. As he poked your cheek slightly with his index finger, he asked teasingly, “Why, you wanna show him your adorable costume? Ehehehe, you’re getting bold, Shrimpy.”

“You know what? I think I’m done with this conversation.” You bluntly stated, quickly removing yourself from under his weight as Floyd laughed out loud at your slightly flushed face; you didn’t get why he liked teasing you so much. He didn’t seem fazed by it at all by your sudden movement either, immediately returning to his usual posture as though he hadn’t been putting all of his weight on you just mere moments ago.

“Good luck~ – I’m rooting for you!” Floyd said with a shit-eating grin, waving to you as you left that conversation before he could embarrass you any further.

You weaved in and out of the sea of your classmates, looking for the food table since that was the only lead you had to go off of. You knew you probably had all night to show your costume to Jade who was arguably the person who would appreciate it the most, but a part of you just wanted to show him now. Thankfully, as the snack table came into view, you saw both Jade and Azul who seemed to be talking with one another. Azul was drinking what seemed to be fruit punch, a slight scowl on his face as he glared down at the cup in his hand, while Jade seemed absolutely delighted by his companion’s utter look of distaste.

“Note to self,” You thought, “Don’t try the punch.”

Now was the perfect opportunity for a scare, though, so you tried to make yourself as small as possible which was honestly quite difficult given the size of your hat. You slowly closed in on Azul and Jade, the former seeming to notice your presence but deciding not to say anything as you snuck up beside Jade, jumping up slightly as you exclaimed, “Boo!”

“Ah, Prefect, it’s nice to see y–…” Jade said with a smile as he turned slightly to look at you, his words tapering off as soon as you two made eye contact.

You grinned up at both of them, saying happily, “Happy Halloween you two!”

“Yes, happy Halloween to you as well.” Azul said, throwing his cup of punch into a nearby trash can as he asked you with a slight smirk, “Not going to say ‘trick or treat’ to me again this year, hmm?”

“Nope – I think I learned my lesson from last year… but, if you happen to have any treats you’d like to give out, I’ll happily take some!” You said with a smile, watching as Azul pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. Jade was still looking at you, not having said anything besides his unfinished greeting.

One of Azul’s brows rose in question as he asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at you as if you had grown a second head, “Since when did I become someone who just gives out things?”

“Since we became friends, duh – friends do nice things for friends, no strings attached!” You told him honestly; after all, you considered the three most terrifying influential members of the Octavinelle dorm to be your friends. While you definitely did not have the best start with any of them, you really didn’t have a lot of good first impressions (or experiences) with any of your friends at NRC. Somehow throughout the past year, though, you had grown to be quite close with the octo-trio.

He seemed to think for a moment, glancing over at Jade before smiling and muttering slightly, “Hmm… I have an idea of something nice I could do for both of you, then.” He then suddenly began to walk away, waving slightly as he departed as he spoke, “I’ll talk to you later if we run into each other again – have fun, Prefect.”

“Oh, uh… you too?” You managed to say, waving to him as well despite how confused you were at the whole situation. Why did he just leave? How exactly was ditching in the middle of your conversation doing something nice?? You know, sometimes Azul was just as much an enigma as the twins were.

“Well, that was kind of weird…” You muttered to yourself before returning all of your attention to Jade, smiling up at him as you gestured towards your attire, “So, what do you think about my costume Jade? Believe it or not, I even managed to make it all by myself.”

He had been watching Azul’s retreating form with a slight frown on his face as he muttered under his breath, “…He’s going to make me repay him for this, isn’t he?”

“Hmm? What was that, Jade?” You asked, not having quite heard what he had said. Between the noisiness of the party and the height difference between the two of you, it was difficult to hear anyone if they weren’t speaking louder than usual.

Jade just looked down at you, his smile returning full-force as he said, “Oh, it’s nothing you have to worry about.”

Before you could even ask him what that meant by that, Jade reached forward to hold the ruffles that lined the bottom of your hat in between his fingers as he inspected it, telling you with a slight hint of interest in his voice, “Your costume is quite impressive; you did a very good job, you know.” He paused for a moment to ask you, looking down at your form with his mismatched eyes, “Say, what made you decide to pick the Fly Agaric mushroom, hmm?”

“I mean, probably it’s an iconic mushroom, you know? Like, I’m pretty sure everyone knows what this one looks like even if they don’t know its name.” You told him, taking a moment to think about whether you wanted to admit the second part out loud. Well, you might as well be completely honest with him – after all, he could very easily get the truth out of you if he wanted to, “Plus… isn’t it one of your favorite mushrooms? I just thought you’d appreciate it, is all.”

Jade’s face was unsettlingly blank for a long time before an arguably terrifying smirk grew across his face as he lightly pinched one of your cheeks in between his fingers, “My, you’re too cute, Prefect. I could just eat you up right now.”

“Really Jade? Now isn’t the time to joke around like that… I mean, you are joking, right?” You asked, glancing up at him; however, Jade said nothing in return, the grin on his face only widening. You could feel your blood run cold as you asked him, a nervous smile on your face as you said, “…Do I at least get a head-start?”

He seemed to think for a moment, standing up straight before telling you with a smile, “Go ahead – I’ll be a little more courteous to you than my brother usually is. Now, let’s have some fun, hm?”

[eoieopda]

all of eoieopda's seventeen fics + drabbles are linked below the cut.

psa: minors who like, reblog, and/or comment on any of my content (regardless of whether it's NSFW or not) will be hard blocked immediately. my blog is strictly 18+, so please indicate your (adult) age in your bio and/or pinned post before engaging with me.

🗝 key

☁️ — fluff 🌊 — angst ⚡️ — smut ⭐️ — series, spin-off, or prequel/sequel 🌱— w.i.p.

navigation. svt permanent taglist. multi permanent taglist. request rules. headcanons.

🚧 undergoing inclusivity edits as of 8/1/24.

the one with seungcheol and the white flag ⚡️ // established relationship au // in which seungcheol intends to show you how sorry he is. — 7/30/23

the one with seungcheol and the ruse ☁️ // brother’s best friend au // in which somebody needs to embarrass your ex. — request fill, 8/9/23

more seungcheol content coming soon...

jeonghan content coming soon...

all my dreamin’ ☁️⚡️ // established relationship au // your LA boyfriend wasn't built for midwest winters. ⇢ insp. by hozier's "to someone from a warm climate (uiscefhuarithe)" — 9/18/23

more joshua content coming soon...

in limine ☁️⚡️// co-workers to lovers + law firm au // you think that by remaining single this year, you’ve found a loophole in your string of shitty valentine’s days. the universe thinks you should lose your paralegal on the eve of a major trial and see if you wouldn’t rather have all of those untimely breakups and missed dates instead. – 2/13/25.

more junhui content coming soon...

the one with soonyoung and the domino ⚡️ // established relationship au // in which it's unclear who's more competitive: you or soonyoung. — 6/20/23

sweatshirt season ⚡️☁️ // fuck buddies au // your fuck buddy is good at a lot of things. taking hints isn’t one of them. — 10/29/23

🌱 sugar on the rim ⭐️⚡️☁️ // fuck buddies au // your fuck buddy is good at a lot of things. taking hints isn’t one of them. (sweatshirt season from hoshi’s pov w/ time skips filled). — tbd.

more soonyoung content coming soon...

one to ten ☁️ // roommates to ? au, hurt/comfort, spoonie!reader // your roommate may not know how to help you feel better, but that won’t stop him from trying. — 11/25/23

🌱 title tbd ⚡️☁️ // strangers to lovers au, dealer au // tba

more wonwoo content coming soon...

the one with jihoon and the gold medal ☁️ // best friends au // in which jihoon is the featherweight champion of pining and your tipsy ass needs to be escorted home. — 7/17/23

insomniac ⚡️// established relationship au // there are certainly worse ways to tire yourself out. — 7/27/24

more jihoon content coming soon...

minghao content coming soon...

table for two ☁️ // established relationship au // in which seokmin thinks recovery looks beautiful on you. (please read tw's) — 4/7/24

triple-dog dare ⚡️☁️ 🌊 // childhood friends to lovers au // when you're left off the guest list to seokmin's parent's thirtieth anniversary party, you're content to keep your questions to yourself and stay home. seokmin, on the other hand, is not content. in fact, he pulls the one card he knows will always win. – 1/4/25

more seokmin content coming soon...

the one with mingyu and the twin bed ⚡️// established relationship au, home for the holidays au // in which mingyu can’t get a grip because you won’t keep yours to yourself. — 6/5/23

more mingyu content coming soon...

seungkwan content coming soon...

tidal. ⚡️☁️ // established relationship au // but vernon has a point to make, so that’s precisely what he does: “i don’t need a sales pitch. you will never — ever — have to convince me to fuck you.” — 8/20/23

more vernon content coming soon...

superpower ☁️ // friends to ? // in which lee chan can sober up on a dime if you need him to. — request fill, 12/5/23

🌱 far from home ⭐️⚡️🌊 // fallout (post-apocalypse) au // tba

more chan content coming soon...

[yuuchama]

A truly upset Jade Leech is a very rare and very terrifying sight.

It's unsettling. His heterochromia might play a role, as you never know which mismatched color to look at. His eyesbrows lightly curve down as his eyes narrow. Both are an endless fathom of disappointment. They're the eyes of a predator with no cares to give.

Maybe it's because he grew up in a cold, dark ocean. Jade has the same intense pressure in his demeanor. His upper lip curls, giving you a glimpse of those pointy teeth that could rip you into chum. They appear jagged, clenched tightly together, in much the same way his dominant hand is balled up and pulls at the seams of his glove.

It's a far cry from his usual overly-pleasant, uninvolved, neutral smile. It's a sight that leaves a lasting impression on anyone unfortunate enough to witness it.

[ladyosen]

Jade x Deuce, slight Floyd x Deuce mentioned

for the challenge prompt: stop

“You do not have to stop on my account,” Jade said as Deuce pulled his blastcycle over. “I’m fine.” Jade was lying. His stomach was about to exit his body. What did Floyd find fun about this?

“No, we’re taking a break,” Deuce said as they parked. “Besides you’re about to bear hug me to death.” Deuce’s eyes drifted to Jade’s arms which were squeezing the other’s waist.

Jade slowly let go as their eyes met. “Hugging you is quite comfortable, that is all.” The flush that spread across Deuce’s face satisfying. So this was what Floyd was on about.

[smol-and-trashy]

Dual POV vore thing

Idk it wasn’t Twisted Wonderland related until it kinda became. Imagine whatever smug character you want tbh. The only TWST ref is the character’s name

———————————

He had her.

As her tiny form slipped down his throat, he traced her descent. Following the slight bulge from beneath his chin to the crest of his collarbone.

Reclining in the chair, its front wooden legs hovering as his feet rested on the table for balance, he hummed.

Beyond savoring her taste, the sensation of her plunging deeper into his core was undeniably delicious, delectable.

As she pooled into his gut, her immediate squirms and muffled words were met with casual indifference. He pressed the flat of his fingers to his belly, grinning as a flurry of movement occurred in retaliation.

Sure, he’ll release her eventually, but for now, he was going to have some fun with his little toy.

••••••••••••••••••

Plus a prey POV, let’s name her Yuu lol

The asshole actually swallowed her. As Yuu slid down his throat, she was in a shocked trance. Sure, he was playing around with her, raising her above his open mouth and whatnot but she didn’t think the oaf would actually swallow.

Squeezed down his tight gullet, it felt like the world’s most claustrophobic water slide. Yuu dropped into a more open space, the walls dripped with liquid, constantly moving, and the stale odor of past meals made her irritably kick at the nearest wall.

Unbridled chuckles closed in around her, hurling Yuu across the confined space. Her nails dug into the floor, trying to grasp some semblance of stability as she shook off the dizziness. Nerves grated, anxiety fried — she lashed out, hitting and scratching at the walls. Yuu’s entire body was drenched and sticky, courtesy of the oppressive mugginess of her surroundings.

With her hair clinging to her face, Yuu swore she would make this bastard pay the moment she got out of here.

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: afab/fem!Reader Character: Trafalgar Law Kink: #8 Breeding Kink Prompt: #9 "Fuck, you feel so good." Gift Giver: @jadedrrose

Summary: Law promises to attend to you thoroughly, after you spent all day wanting his attention.

Content Notes: vaginal fingering, light begging, praise, dirty talk, cream pie, soft dom Law

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

Your hands were on the backs of your knees, holding onto your legs as Law’s hands pressed into your thighs, helping you spread your legs wider for him. The position was embarrassing, more so because he’d spent a few minutes just looking at you while you held yourself open for him. Those golden eyes didn’t seem to miss anything, and the tip of his tongue over his upper lip as he nearly leered at you already had your breath coming out heavy.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, hand running down your thigh as he unbuttons his jeans, pushing the pants and boxers down and stroking his stiffening cock slowly.  The way your expression changed when you saw his dick just turned him on more.

It wasn’t fear, not after the first time when the size had darkened your features a little, but now it was just desire. Greedy, needy, desperately obvious for him to see, and he loved it.

“Law, please,” you beg a little, shifting your hips.

“Begging already? Not even going to let me play with you a little first?” He hums the words, moving his hand from his shaft to your slit, pressing a finger against your lips. He moves it up and down a little, grinning as he pushes a long finger inside you.

“You’re already so wet.” He pushes a second finger in, causing you to gasp as a lewd wet sound fills the air. “When you said you’d been thinking about me all day, you meant you’d been thinking about doing this with me all day, hm?”

You avert your face, gnawing on your lip a little. You hear Law chuckle quietly, leaning down and kissing the top of your head.

“I’m flattered,” he assures you, leaning back and lining himself up with your soaking pussy. “If you’ve been wanting this all day, I won’t keep you waiting.”

He pushes in a little, grabbing onto your thigh once the tip’s in, and pushing your legs back as he sinks into you slowly. You let out a shaky breath as he fills you up, feet flexing as you try your best to stay still.

“That’s my good little snowdrop.” He sighs, moving your legs so your ankles are against his shoulders, threading his fingers through yours and holding your hands as he begins to move slowly. Your legs trembling against his chest make it difficult for him to continue his slow pace, but he’s not ready to rush yet.

“You always… feel so good,” he says, leaning over you. The motion presses your legs back, though not any more than they had been earlier. “Everything from your trembling limbs,” he teases, kissing your ankle. “To your tight, trembling, sweet fucking pussy.” He nearly growls the words, pinning your hands into the bed and snapping his hips into you to punctuate each word.

Law grinds his hips into you, pushing deep and leaning into you more. You gasp at the sensation, squirming under him as he begins to thrust into you, leaning low enough your legs slip off his shoulders and rest into the crooks of his arms.

He slows a little, lips brushing against yours, following behind an airy gasp from you, and kissing you deeply. His hands hold onto your tightly as his tongue pushes in your mouth, hips pushing him deeper and grinding into your clit with each shift and movement. You turn your head to the side, drawing in a deep breath and shaking from the pleasure building.

“Please!” You gasp as he kisses and licks your neck, pushing pleasure into you as you twist and tremble under him. “Please, La-Law.”

“Mmm, please what?” He murmurs into your skin, teeth sliding against tender flesh and pulling shivering gasps from you.

“F-fill me up. Cum… inside me, please.” You beg, a moan rattling in your chest as his teeth press into your skin just deep enough to make your back try to arch, despite being pressed into the mattress.

“Anything for you, (Y/N).” He agrees, nipping at your earlobe a little before he adjusts enough to start thrusting into you almost roughly. His breath is coming out heavy and you realize he was holding himself back for a while, almost as though he was waiting for you to ask for it.

His hips buck erratically, thrusting almost harshly as you feel him empty himself inside you. His fingers tighten against yours, flexing jerkily as a soft grunt turns into a few heavy breaths. He shifts his hips slowly, grinding against your clit and keeping you on edge while he takes a moment to recover.

“I’m going to fill you up twice as much as I make you cum,” he insists, grinning as he starts to move his hips more. “Or maybe I’ll make you cum twice as much as I fill you up.” He corrects, leaning low and speaking right by your ear.

“I’m sure you’ll be too full of cum and pleasure to know which one it was by the end of it.”

Check out the event - requests are accepted until 7/31/2023 EST

[officialdaydreamer00]

Just thinking about how the Tweels would twirl your around and laugh while both of them take turns dancing with you…they transition so fast and smoothly, one minute you’re dancing with Floyd and then you spin and see Jade….

I would give everything to see them dance….

MINNIE DARLING PLEASE YOU'RE GONNA GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK

"shrimpyyyyyyyyy~"

floyd would be the one to pull you into his arms unprompted. jade was standing a few steps behind him, chuckling at his enthusiasm.

your whole body tensed, bracing yourself for a squeeze like he normally do, but instead, he gave you a toothy grin that somehow looked less menacing than usual.

"dance with us, lil' shrimpy~"

with your hand fitting snuggly in his, floyd led you around the courtyard with practiced ease, so effortlessly you thought you were floating. his laughter rang in your ears as he twirled you once, twice, and his hand left yours.

... only to have a gloved hand clasping your own, as you stumbled into someone else. that someone else being jade, smiling down at you so softly it left your heart picking up its pace.

"may i ask you for a dance, prefect?"

you had a feeling they planned this beforehand. so why not indulge them? floyd already started, why would you deny jade's request?

you sighed and nodded, letting jade take the lead. they took turn dancing with you, twirling you around yet handling you so gently.

you didn't see the endearing smiles they had on their faces each time you laughed.

the entire time, their eyes were on you, and only you. nothing else mattered more in that moment than you.

your silly eels. they are genuinely, fully, madly in love with you.

taglist🏷️ @azulashengrottospiano @aqua-beam @identity-theft-101 @krenenbaker @hisui-dreamer @cecilebutcher @moonlit-midnight @dove-da-birb @twistwonderlanddevotee @ang33333333l @siphoklansan @siren-serenity @red-viewe @thehollowwriter @jaylleoo14

reblogs are appreciated!

[musicalhistorical]

Fireflies!

I’m gonna start posting my twisted wonderland things that I’ve written onto this blog :3

@cloudcountry you’re def gonna remember some of them :> but this one? This one’s new. I hope you like it

Pairing: Jade leech x bioluminescent!reader

(I am a sucker for bioluminescence)

You might not believe your eyes

If ten million fireflies

Lit up the world as I fell asleep

You and Jade had set out for a hike much sooner than either of you had ever planned to do together. Of course this was one of the reasons why you liked being with Jade; he was so willing to try new things with you. Even if it meant hiking at two in the morning.

Okay maybe that was a stretch; he probably would’ve preferred to not do that.

In any case, now here you were; in the middle of a clearing, like a fairytale scene you’d read years before. And around you, the small flickering lights of the fireflies came into view.

Jade knew your little trick; how the freckles across your body would glow and become bright as miniature stars.

It was magical; breathtaking even to see. Of all the marvels of land…who would’ve thought that it would’ve been you that captured his attention most of all?

You had once told him that showing someone the patterns was a sign of trust, of utmost commitment to him, which flattered him immensely. How could it not, when he knew of many others who would be ecstatic to see you glow in the night sky?

But you reserved this honor, this sight, for him. Him alone, and in the late hour of the night, with no cares to be had, you felt as though time truly stopped to admire the pair of you.

Your hands in his, the wind whistling a melody, and only the moon as a chaperone, the forest was a song for you.

The fireflies flew close to you, attracted by the patterns on your skin. The reeds made sure to bend out of your way, and the trees gave you the space you needed.

And, the two strangers who should’ve never met, trusting the other with all their heart, alone in the moon filled clearing…

Danced.