#he and his actions keep messing up with the piece i manage to get and it's all just a fucking horrible cicle...

[cursedcola]

Prompt: "Will You Marry Me?" - Proposal Headcannons Characters: Everyone :) Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde(here!), Diasomnia(Pt.1)(Pt.2) Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Warning(s): The relationship is kinda toxic because it's Idia and I have to be realistic - but it gets better as you read. Just know that there are themes of miscommunication, self-sabotage, self-neglect, and insecurity in both Idia and the MC. I gave him some character growth at least and some maturation to the character. Note: All Ignihyde has is Idia so I gave his piece some extra love(super long. Like, this isn't even considered a headcannon set anymore. I really went overboard, I'm so sorry). Not proofread for grammar since I'm a bit lazy right now. Also, I haven't finished his chapter in game because I'm too weak (seriously wtf is up with these fights). I know the plot mostly but forgive me if there's an inaccuracy in a reference

Idia had it made during his youth - and deep down he knows it despite all his complaining. He knows that he won the introvert lottery. For three years he was able to live in a reclusive dorm room with no expectations beyond showing up to class (via a tablet of all things) and doing his work. Sure, he had to return home at some point and deal with that hot mess...but it was a displaced problem. One to be dealt with whenever. As a full-time 'student' he had junk food readily available, his brother down the hall, all the games and tech he needed, and somehow managed to land himself a loving partner despite his quirks.

The Ramshackle prefect - someone he initially wanted nothing to do with. Chaos seemed to follow their every move and Idia wanted no part of it. He never expected to come within a twenty-foot radius of them without force.

For the record, force indeed was used. Unfortunately they had a nasty habit of being nosy. Very 'main character complex' of them, if you ask him.

Yet it worked in his favor. Their stubbornness and intrusive ways wormed a place in his stone-cold heart. It fueled his ego much to everyone's chagrin. Out of everyone - princes, busy bodies, future doctors and the literal fish mafia - you picked him. The noob cursed to lose all his 50/50s and rot in bluelight. Idia seriously questions your tastes, but hey! He beat the normies and that's all he cares about.

Well, at least that's how he phrases it. Underneath that god-tier ego is an inferiority complex that he tries to keep down for your benefit. Something about your mood dipping by 20% when he talks trash? He'd need Ortho to run another test on that. Just to be safe.

Unfortunately, he still can't reign it in all the way. Victories can be temporary and who's he to say that your relationship isn't a one-shot story? Nothing worthwhile is ever that simple. Good games always get sequels...so the question lingers, will he still be a main character in yours?

When Idia graduates, he fully expects for you to walk out of his life. He returns to S.T.Y.X and leaves NRC to fulfill his role back home. You have no reason to care about him when he's no longer nearby. Life isn't like an isekai manga. You won't wait for him - no, you'll get a taste for how life is without him and indulge. Slowly you'll stop texting him, calling him, playing games with him - well, he'll do it first! He refuses to be the second male lead that gets dumped when you finally find your prince. That's for chumps.

He'd rather you just up and leave this world! At least then he wouldn't be in this pitiful situation...but he's seen that crow's shitty work ethic. You're stuck.

Idia's scared to say the least. One could say that his self sabotage was in action before your relationship even began. Old habits die hard, and no one could stop his spiral. Not even Ortho. Idia left his little brother behind as well. The boy sent him off with a smile, promising to take good care of you in his big brother's stead. After all, you both were in the same year.

It's not surprising that he reverts to his old ways. A hard battle is even more difficult to win when you don't have the motivation to fight it in the first place. Idia loses his drive...and in turn his already negative outlook grows worse.

Needless to say, Idia ... neglects you.

Your relationship has always been more of an 80:20 than a 50:50 - with him taking more than he ever gave. You always set aside time and made sure he was comfortable. You respected his anxieties and dealt with his temper on more than one occasion. His jealousy. You indulged his hobbies, always tried to include him in on activities with your friends (even though he rarely ever accepted), wore your heart on your sleeve and always took the lead. You were always too good to be true.

Two years. Two years with him at S.T.Y.X and you at NRC. Not a day passed where you did not text him or call. Not a week passed where you did not video-chat or play a game with him. You made time. You checked in. Told him stories about your life an friends. Ortho often would send him recordings and clips as well. During vacations you'd make plans to see him and always invited him to come to campus for events. Even though he never accepted, you still always offered. Throughout it all he kept you at a distance, yet unable to fully let you go at the same time. He needed you to do it. He needed his inner thoughts to shut up and to have someone else to blame.

You. You. You. When would you stop? Why weren't you tired of him yet? On a good day he can be frustrating, so how were you not mad when he was physically trying to make you hate him? Were you waiting until graduation to drop the bomb on him that you'd leave for good? On another's arm or back to your world?

Imagine his surprise when neither happened. On the dawn after Ortho's graduation ceremony, Idia came out of his cave to greet him at the S.T.Y.X entrance. He would no longer be as lonely, and perhaps without Ortho around, you'd finally put distance between yourself and the Shroud family. All would be as it should.

He did not expect to see you at the gate as well. Ortho flew up to him with a bright grin and twirl in the air - babbling on and on about how he arranged for you to come work as a research assistant in the lab. After all, you had an extensive knowledge of blot as well as field experience. It was a win-win situation for the company and your relationship! You could now be a happy family! Isn't that just amazing?

"It was extremally difficult to keep this a surprise!...Brother?" Ortho halts mid-rant, his receptors going haywire, "Brother, your heartrate has increased and your temperature is dropping below stable levels. You must regulate your breathing pattern!"

White noise rang like television static in Idia's eardrum. He watched you thank one of the guards while handing off your suitcase. His pulse increased and mind went under water. How long had it been since you were together longterm? You looked different. More mature. Meanwhile he was still the same - physically and emotionally. Still the pasty shut-in with dark eyebags and energy drinks running through his veins instead of blood. He wasn't used to seeing you in person. How should he react? Should he hug you? Do you want him to? That's weird. He hasn't held you in a while - yeah, it would be creepy. Does he even deserve to? What made you want to work here anyways?! You could have gone anywhere. ANYWHERE. - Shit. You're looking this way. What should he do?! aHH! You're walking over!

He does what he knows best. Shuts down. You receive a disgraceful greeting. No affection. Not even a smile.

Idia's brow furrows at your approach and he buries his hands deep into the pockets of his lab-coat. When you lean in to kiss his cheek, he catches you by the forearms and holds you in place. "Since when were you going to work here? You do remember what S.T.Y.X is in charge of, right? Once you're in, there's no going back. Are you a masochist or something?" Ah. There goes the heartfelt reunion. Being home did bring out a more harsh and cut-throat side of him after all.

Despite his poor treatment, you don't react upset. Now the relationship has now become something of a 90 : 10. He knows you have no reason to come here other than for Ortho and himself. You really are an Otome protagonist, jeez. Willing to do all that for him? Giving up your future and friends just to be at his side...dammit. Don't give him hopes! Don't undo all the work he's put in to survive without you! Stop welcoming misfortune for his sake! You're stupid. Stupidstupidstupid .... man he loves that stupidity. Gods he missed it.

Shit. Not even an hour in and he's reverting.

You don't realize it but you're heading straight for a bad ending. He does though. He's read the guides and played more visual novels than he can count. As a pro, he needs to steer you off this villainy ending and towards the true route.

After all ... what was that one saying? Heroes will sacrifice you for the world, while Villans will sacrifice the world for you? He heard it from some normie bookworm...but it seems fitting right now.

Idia's no hero. He'll destroy his world if it means you get to be happy. Not that he had much of one to begin with. You...gave him a life beyond fiction while all he's offered is a curse. Literally and figuratively. Its time he returned what he so greedily stole. He'll make you move on through force.

The months are slow and difficult. Despite being nearby, Idia only ever seeks you out for work-related reasons. Even then he is very cold and dismissive . He also does not turn you away when you take the initiative. Just like old times, you linger around his room and prod him for attention. He wants you to leave, but also doesn't want to be cruel. So, he maintains this impassive position and lets you do whatever you please. Yet the situation is scarily similar to how you both were at NRC. Except instead of using his past as an excuse, he now uses your work dynamic to enable his noncommittal ways.

There really is only so much one person can take. After Idia left NRC, you pinned his switch in behavior on the lifestyle change and distance separating you both. You knew Idia would be someone you had to work hard for when you started to date, and so the situation was one you viewed as an obstacle to overcome. The solution was simple - you would go to S.T.Y.X and prove to him that you were willing to make it work. Without the physical distance, you hoped that he would let you in again. That you wouldn't have to hear reassurances from his brother anymore, and instead hear his feelings from his own mouth instead. Then you both could work out the details together in time. Seeing him reject you at first was discouraging, but you did not let it rest there. Perhaps he needed time and to get used to your presence in his home. After all, these were new waters. You would be patient. You would prove yourself capable.

Life becomes a time capsule. As the days went by, a bitter feeling grew in your stomach. Why wouldn't he laugh? Why wouldn't he look in your eyes anymore? Why is he retreating even further? What were you doing wrong? How could you fix it? Is it you? Your performance in the lab is outstanding according to your supervisors, and your work friends seem to find you agreeable enough. Can't he see that you've adjusted well and are happy here? There's nothing to worry about. How else can you prove yourself?

These thoughts plague your mind to an extend that Ortho felt the need to preform psychiatric evaluation. You dismissed his concerns with a long list of things about your new home that make you happy - including him. It pacifies his panic and somehow mitigates your own as well.

Until one fateful day, when you decided to take your lunch early and overheard a conversation between two senior S.T.Y.X employees

"Isn't the boss' partner kind of pitiful?" One technician spoke in a hush whisper, taking a bite from her salad, "He doesn't give them the time of day. I can't believe they've stuck around this long. Screw the job, I would have been out after the first week," "Shhh! Quit gossiping, it's bad. Especially about the one who pays our bills," The other scolds. "I know....but isn't it just sad. They're clearly being taken advantage of. I can't help but feel sorry" "It's not just you...to tell the truth, I had no clue Director Idia had a partner up until recently. If anything, I thought he disliked Assistant MC and kept them around for Director Ortho's sake. Imagine my shock..." They both snicker at the notion. "Yeah. I give them a few more months...maybe a year. Despite being smart in the lab, they clearly can't read the room:

It was the last straw. Like ice water being dunked over your head after a hot shower. The lunch pale in your grasp suddenly felt like it weighed ten times heavier, and a cold sweat dripped down your back. They were right. He didn't want you here. It was time to move on or else you'll just be living out an endless loop. Nothing has changed since your youth aside from the location. No matter how long you wait, no matter how much effort and time you offer ... the relationship is doomed to fail. You gave him everything...and it was time to stop waiting. To stop expecting and hoping. Time to accept reality.

Your lunch goes discarded in a nearby bin and your shift abandoned. You would not work another second for S.T.Y.X despite the facility not being the source of your anguish. Your shoes clack loudly against the tile flooring as you speed-walk to Idia's office, where he was lazily reviewing data on a recent experiment. His phone set off to the side with some automated gatcha daily playing.

You use your 'special' pass (curtesy of ortho) to get in. The metal door swings out as you march inside and turn off his screen without asking.

"H-h'-hey! What are you-" He shrieks and turns in his chair. "We need to talk" "Can't it wait until later? I'm busy working, if you can't tell" "No" Your tone is demanding. Definite. You all but yank the badge from around your neck and drop it in his lap. In that motion, he knew. Your eyes scrunch tight and teeth grind together. He was prepared for this. For you to lash out and yell at him for your suffering. Make him the bad guy in your story and finally beat the game for good. Not for you to deflate. Not for the glassy, disappointed stain on your eyes. Or the shallow breaths as you calm yourself - not letting your emotions frighten him like a spooked cat. "I'm quitting," "S.T.Y.X? You know you can't just quit. There's a process," He refutes, lazily pushing his chair back with an anxious fidget. "Not just S.T.Y.X...I'm quitting us. I can't do this anymore," "Oh. Alright. Let me get the paperwork," "Alright?" You whisper, gaping at him "...just alright? That's all you have to say to me? Not even 'why' ?" He pauses typing on a holographic keyboard, cocking an eyebrow at the question. "What? You want me to beg you to stay or something like that? We're not in an anime," His words die out at the end, and had it not been for your disbelief you would have caught the note of sadness in them, "you want to go? Then go. I warned you about this place" "No...you warned me about the facility. It's not the facility I have a problem with. I actually like it here" "So it's me then, huh? I warned you about that too," He grumbles and continues to type, "I'm not whatever it is that you saw in me. It's your fault for sticking it out this long. I knew this was how it would end from the start" A silence follows aside from the occasional noise from his computer. That's it. The nail in the coffin. You finally realized the truth. He was no good for you. He couldn't be 'fixed'. With an approving chime, he finally has all the departure paperwork pulled up for you to sign. "Alright. Sign these and I'll get you an escort," He holds out a tablet in pen without looking from his computer. You don't take it. "Hello? I said - " he turns to face you, irritated "....here" Silent tears stream down your cheeks and pool at the tip of your chin, dripping to the tile below. Wide eyes lock in his general direction. Your hands tremble slightly at your sides, as if your mind was thousands of miles away. His heart breaks. "You never even gave us a chance, did you?" He says nothing. "It wasn't about 'making it work' for you. It was always a matter of 'how long'. You've been waiting for me to leave you, all this time?" It wasn't a question. "All this time, I've been trying to prove myself. I've been thinking that I did something wrong...that I needed to be better" the word stings your tongue and seems to strike him, " but I was never even close to enough" we were never enough

With languid movements, you take the pen from him and sign the papers. You would not hide your sadness. Your grief. Your pain for a relationship that was never actually one. For a battle that only had one party fighting.

He lets you go, the metal door swinging shut and rattling him to his core. Idia's hands shake as he tries to return to his work. They tremble over the holographic keyboard, making his blue nails look like moving neon streaks in the air.

He had always thought you ere just being kind. That your self-sacrificing nature was natural, and that someone else was more deserving of it. He failed to consider the possibility that all the things you did...you did for him alone. You did out of the same anxieties and fears he felt.

In a way, you both were at fault. He led himself down a self-fulfilling prophecy - letting his anxieties and what-ifs become reality. And you? You thought everything could be fixed with time. With sacrifice. That eventually he would grow. You both were plants, one overwatered and the other left parched in the sun.

He did get one thing right. This was defiantly a bad end. Just not in the way he originally believed...

Somehow, life becomes worse than before you arrived at S.T.Y.X. At least when you were around, people did see him more out of his office or room. Seeing him revert to his previous ways without so much as an inkling of sadness for losing you....yeah, it did not look good. Worse than people not even knowing you were his partner at first. After your departure, rumors began to spread that you had finally snapped. The pity felt for you morphed into judgement towards his character. Others saw him as a heartless recluse, and the pity was extended to Ortho of all things. If Idia could toss out a loyal partner of years, what about the little robot? Perhaps despite all the gossip, the others at S.T.Y.X did not fully believe that he would let you leave so easily. That he wasn't as detached as the Shroud name dictates.

Little do they know that he's become a shadow of his former self. He can't even act self-depreciative. Pleasantries don't hit like they used to. Having you at a distance...well, was still considered as being with you. Now that you're never coming back, it's harder. Everything reminds him of you. Your favorite snacks are still stocked in the cafeteria, and there are blankets in his room that still have your scent. Occasionally a file will pop up with your work in it while he's doing reviews...and then there's Ortho. When you left, he was crushed. He pestered Idia for days - the security cameras giving him full knowledge of what happened. Yet no matter what the robot said about the situation, Idia didn't want to hear it. Eventually he took away Ortho's access data to his personal spaces.

That didn't stop the bot from talking through the door and spamming his brother's inboxes. Despite cutting off contact with his big brother, you still spoke to Ortho regularly. He refused to let his big brother lose all connection to you, and updated him on your well-being. Regardless of what Idia said, hearing about you made a difference. At first it increases his anxiety and drops his mood...but every time, like a scheduled delay, his serotonin levels will spike. Be it from a clip of your voice, a picture, or even just the mention of your name.

"Brother! I just finished a call with MC. Today they decided to adopt a cat! Would you like to see a picture?" His computer beeps with an incoming missive. Idia clicks it, and the screen displays a photo of you with a small white kitten in your arms. "They've decided to name it Grimm Jr. From what I heard, the predecessor was not pleased to be 'replaced,' as he calls it" Ortho laughs from the other side of the door, but Idia is too focused on the image on his screen. The curve in your smile and the way you gently cradle the kitten. You seem...happy. Much better than how he is doing. He fails to hear the door beep, granting access, neither the bot fly up next to him to look at the picture. "Big brother, why don't you apologize to MC? They would listen," Idia startles, clutching his chest as his hair flairs cherry red for a brief moment. He swivels in his chair and closes the image quickly. "I'm not apologizing for nothing. It's not like I miss them or anything. My life's great without having a normie relationship to manage" "Your body language suggests that you are lying" Ortho states, his eyes squinting cheekily. Idia hunches over, glaring at his keyboard and fiddling with his sleeves, "It's not like they'd want to see me anyways. I blew it. Only an idiot would forgive what I did," "That's not true! MC loves you!" Idia glares at him from the corner of his eye, "Yeah? They look pretty happy without me. They were miserable here" "Because you purposefully made them miserable! You are very smart brother, but even I understand emotions better than you and I am an artificial lifeform!" "Then what should I do, Ortho? Go beg them to take me back like some cringe sitcom?!" "Yes!" Idia blanches at the thought, but doesn't entirely dismiss it. Ortho glares holes into his head, causing Idia to shrink into his chair. "You are always afraid, brother. You lost them to your fears once...do you want to regret that? Are you really satisfied with pictures and stories? Why deny yourself wonderful things! We are not trapped anymore!"

Ortho leaves him with one piece of information - an apartment address. He sends it to all of Idia's emails and even somehow makes it the background of his tablet. He can't change it or take it off.

He stares at it long and hard. Searches the place up and even uses virtual reality to scope out the building. While perhaps a bit creepy...he hacks the security cameras and watches feed of you coming and going over the past moths. Some days you look perfectly well, and others you look worse for wear. If he went...would you even want to see him? Would you let him in? Kick him out? Is he willing to even try? What if you already moved on...no, Ortho wouldn't set him up for that if he knew you were happy with someone else.

Idia leaves S.T.Y.X for the first time in months. His request for leave shocks other employees. Yet he's gone the moment it's approved, afraid that he'll lose his edge if he thinks too long on it.

He finds himself at the door of a middle-class apartment in the Kingdom of Roses. Second floor, third door to the left, just like he memorized. He knows its yours from the ribbons tied on the doorknob, themed after one of your favorite animes. One he introduced to you...

In his hands is a small box of candies - a peace offering, just in case you want to kill him on sight.

His boney knuckles wrap around the doorknocker and thwack it three times. Sweat pools in his palms and he jolts away. The seconds like hours as his painted nails dig crescents into his palms. The door opens. "Hi, how can I -" You pause mid-sentence, your mouth going dry. Grimm Jr. snuggled in one of your arms while the other holds the door open, "I-idia?" "T-that's my name," He grimaces, looking anywhere but at you. "What are you doing here?" His tongue feels heavy and the tips of his hair fade to a pale orange. He studders and fumbles with the box of candies, holding them out to you with a grimace. "I wanted to see you...urk. I hope that's not weird! Can ... I come in?" You eye the box in thought, before reaching out to take it and opening the door further. It was a start.

You hear him out - through the stuttering and the self-depreciative comments that he hastily retracts. This isn't just about him. It's about you and everything else in-between. Shockingly enough, you agree to give him a second chance. It wasn't entirely his fault after all ... and you did still love him. Although now there are ground rules. You would not be returning to S.T.Y.X. You've finally created a stable home for yourself and have a life in this new city. You have a career, friends, and a life that doesn't include him. You need the individuality. You would no longer try to morph yourself for him or be placid. If he wanted to spend time with you, he would have to leave S.T.Y.X and come stay at your apartment. You would no longer be the one always reaching out, he would have to start showing initiative and making time for you. You would see how things progress from that point. He was not a child, and you would not beg for basic needs to be met anymore. Words would not be enough, you need actions. It was time for 50 : 50.

Weirdly enough, he agrees to all your rules without a single complaint. Not a normie comment or slang filled statement leaves his lips. He's still that nerdy dork you fell in love with at heart, but these 'normie' things? Well, Idia's accepted that he wants those things. As much as it is difficult for him to admit, they only grossed him out so much before because he always believed they were unattainable

He's true to his word. He calls you every day, first thing when he wakes up (in the late afternoon. He still is a hermit at heart). At first it made him anxious, and he'd hover over the contact for fifteen minutes before dialing. Yet it soon became easy, with his heart only beating fast from happiness. He takes the weekends off and comes to spend them at your apartments. Sometimes he brings Ortho and it becomes a sleepover with games - and at some point you start inviting your other heartslabyul friends from back in the day too. Eventually you do come around the compound again. It's awkward to say the least, considering how you left. Yet at the same time, it's a breath of fresh air. The others are shocked to see him out of his office, and he eats IN THE CAFETERIA. Woah. He calls you by your name and not 'assistant' when in public. Homie scares some people. That's what he does. He gives you a special watch for your anniversary. It's paired with on he has and solar powered, so you can contact him at any time. As a natural born worry-wart, he can't help but worry for your safety. Since watching the appartment CCTV is 'creepy,' he just asks that you wear the watch if you're going out anywhere. It won't die and with the click of a button he'll be alerted. In exchange, you can use it to contact him whenever you want. He'll always get back instantly since it might be an emergency. The watch is also directly linked to Ortho's system, so you can contact him as well. Who needs Cortana when you have Ortho?

For the first time, Idia feels secure in a relationship. He can't count Ortho since the boy is technically his creation. Ortho would always be there...and now? Idia's confident you will too.

Does that mean you should get married? Isn't that the next step in all this?

Well....shit (pleasant connotation)

He never would have tinkered with this idea before considering his 'family'. Who the hell in their right mind would marry a Shroud? A fool. Are you a fool? Maybe.

It's late evening on a Sunday night when you're both walking home together after hitting up a local diner for hearty eats. Wow. Look at him. On a date. So weird...pshh.

Idia walks at your side, forcing his pace to match yours. Not everyone is graced with his long stickman legs. His hands are buried deep in his hoodie and his posture is slightly slouched. Classic scary dog privilege for a nighttime walk - well, if his hair didn't scream valentine's day pink to the world. Although no one else has flaming hair other than the Shroud family, so he doubts anyone would interrupt.

You decide to take the long path home and through a nearby park. The night was still young for nightowls such as yourselves, and fresh air was always crisp at this hour.

Along that path you decide to stop at a cement bench by some vending machines and chill out for a bit. Despite having just ate, Idia gets you each a can of coffee.

He'd be leaving to go back to S.T.Y.X tomorrow. Like he does every Sunday. His gaze drifts to the watch on your wrist and thinks about adding some new features - maybe video chat? So he can see you throughout the day. He wonders what you'll be up to while he's stuck in the lab. Maybe you'll go shopping, or play a new game. Maybe you'll try out a new recipe or take Grimm Jr. out to play. He wishes he could see you during the week.

Ah. You're talking. He should probably tune in or you'll get mad at him. Why's it so hard to focus? He hasn't felt this uneasy in a while...

Why is he having these kinds of thoughts? It's weird.

"You okay? You seem a little spaced," You pull him from his thoughts, a concerned crease wrinkling your temple. "Eh. It's nothing. Just not looking forward to the week," he chuckles weakly. "I know that feeling. It's always a bummer when you dip. Not to sound clingy or anything" His golden hues spark for a moment, a pale pink dusting his cheeks as he whips his head to look at you.

"W-wait - really? I was just thinking the same thing...." "You were?" "Yeah. It's...kind of weird without you. Everything's emptier. Wow. That was pretty cringe. Sorry." He grimaces, internally screaming and knowing that this was going to replay when he tried to sleep later. You tilt your head at him, a slight frown on the cusp of your lip. Something tickles at his fingers and he looks down to see you lace your hand with his. "I miss you too," your words are soft. Genuine. He feels his neck grow hot, the pink glow radiating off him betraying him. Idia looks between your interlaced fingers and the drink in his hand. There...wouldn't ever be a 'right' time for this. Would there? You've waited long enough. He pulls his hand away and pops the soda tab off with deft hands.

"Hey..." he twiddles with the soda tab in his hands, "on a scale of 1-10, how are my odds of getting a yes?" "A 'yes' to what?" "To this, " he sighs through his nose, holding the tab out towards you with a shaking hand, "will you marry me?"

{A soda tab from canned coffee. Not the most charming offering, and it barely fits around your pinky finger. Yet, Idia's always been impulsive at his core. Had he not acted in the moment, he likely would have ran countless possibilities over and over in his mind. While not your forever ring, the tab will remain a sentimental piece}

{Idia is not a man with a keen eye fore jewelry - but he knows quality. Combine his eye for perfection with his craftsmanship and behold - a ring made from purified blot. The center gem is a piece of magestone in it's most refined state. The band is titanium and there are small sapphires along the molding. Since he would be wearing a matching band, Idia decided to keep the design simple. He prefers functionality over all. Yet he does want you to feel proud of his handiwork, so he includes vintage molding on your band only. He wears a smooth black band on his ring finger, and never removes it}

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It’s Him or Grim…and It’s Grim 

Ignoring him to take care of Grim feat: Sebek · Azul · Jade · Riddle genre: fluff note: gn!reader, no pronouns are used, relationships up to interpretation, some of the TWST boys basically taking the L or getting catblocked, 

piece of advice, never bring someone like me to an animal cafe for a date cuz I will ignore you. Also, don't question why I keep changing the banners. I just love messing with pictures of our handsome TWST boys <3

Sebek didn’t say it out loud but he was excited over you visiting him during his club activities. He’s proud to show off his skills on his steed and present his knightly appearance to you. 

Unfortunately, he’s not doing too well when he’s constantly getting into screaming contests with an uninvited guest…Grim 

He didn’t know why he was so surprised though. He should have predicted that wherever you intend to go, the cat-shaped menace will surely follow in curiosity and make a ruckus while he’s here. 

“Nyah, I can ride these crazy horses no problem!” 

“I will not allow it. Beginners need to learn the basics before even attempting to-“ 

Before Sebek could finish, Grim already went ahead and climbed on top of a nearby horse. But, your feline companion accidentally pressed his claws too deeply into the poor horse’s skin and spooked the large animal. 

“Grim!” You screamed when you saw your dormmate being pushed off the horse’s back and landing on his head. You ran to his side while Sebek did his best to calm the horse before it started to run amuck and cause more issues. 

Sebek wanted to scold the reckless cat monster for his actions but he bit his tongue and sighed in exasperation instead since it looked like the konk on the head left Grim feeling woozy. 

“I should bring Grim to the infirmary” you worriedly look at your companion as you cradle his body in your arms. “I’ll see you another time, Sebek. I’m so sorry for disturbing your club time” 

Sebek panicked over your departure, telling you that you could just come back after bringing Grim to the infirmary. He planned so many things today for you, to introduce you to his trusted steed, show off his horse riding skills, and maybe even let you ride with him. 

But you had to decline, wanting to stay by Grim’s side until he feels better. You gave an apologetic smile before you took off with Grim in your arms. You missed the look of utter defeat on the lime-haired freshman. You managed to get out of earshot as Sebek started shouting to himself, declaring to learn from his defeat against that cursed cat. His clubmates however did hear him loud and clear, Riddle looking over in confusion and Silver silently rooting for his fellow knight-in-training. 

“I admit my loss in this battle but I will prevail in our next encounter, Grim. I swear on my honor!”

Azul plans ahead in everything, be it his next business venture or a deal to be made…and definitely when meeting you. He wanted the most optimal results from this meeting he planned with you. He made sure he reserved the best spot in his restaurant that showcases him in the best lighting, the food is to your taste and the ambience sets the mood to his satisfaction. He took everything into consideration. But of course, things don't always go the way he wanted to.

Like Grim coming along with you to your engagement with him. 

“I’m sorry, Azul. Grim was bored in the dorms and Ace and Deuce had make-up classes today” you apologized, Grim in your lap as he gobbled the food Azul had picked out for you. “I hope it doesn’t inconvenience you too much” 

“Of course not,” He lied. “I’m more than generous enough to extend hospitality for even surprise visitors” 

“I gotta hand it to ya, Octavanilla guy! Your food is super delish!” Grim offers his compliments. “I can’t get enough of it!” 

Grim really couldn’t. He ordered seconds and thirds (RIP to your wallet) and didn’t stop himself from practically inhaling the food the moment it reached the table. It was a real mood killer for Azul. The silver-haired entrepreneur couldn’t find his opening and soon he’s left to watch you from the sidelines as your focus was solely on the fattened cat who is grumbling in your lap. 

“Nyahhhh…my tummy hurts~” Grim cried as his stomach ached. You let out a sigh as you did your best to soothe the monstrous feline. 

“I’m pretty sure it’s because you just ate your weight in food” you quipped which earned a weak whine from Grim. 

Azul just couldn’t believe his plan went to ruins by simply adding Grim into the equation. Any attempt for your attention is ripped away by Grim’s loud munching or simply you turning away from his gaze to reprimand the messy feline as you cleaned his dirty face. 

He needs a new plan, and a contingency plan should anything like today happen again. He needs back ups to distract him, perhaps Kalim- 

“Azul” your voice snapped him out from his thoughts. “I might need some money after how much Grim ate today. Do you think I could pick up some shifts in the lounge?” 

Oh, Azul could work with that. 

“Oh no, it seems that Grim has left you in quite a predicament. Come, vent your woes to me”

Jade was excited to show his treasured terrarium collection to you. It would be delightful if you were to grow to share his interest caring for these fascinating flora, something only you and he would share in this whole campus. Imagine…Just you and him alone together, standing close to each other as you admire his projects. 

Well, that’s what he imagined…but often fantasies do not match reality as he was not alone with you as he had hoped. 

“These are some funky lookin’ mushrooms ya got here” Grim narrowed his eyes on one of the colorful mushrooms that seems to have just fully matured. “Henchhuman, you think they’re edible?” 

“I personally don’t think so but you should ask Jade” you turned to Jade, the first time in a while he would add if he were the petty type. But of course he wasn’t. 

“I believe so but I have yet to test my theory on that” Jade smiled down at the small creature which sent shivers down his back. “Are you volunteering yourself for a taste test?”

“Nyah, as if!” Grim yelled out as he backed away from the menacing aura Jade was exuding. In his panic, the monster student accidentally ran his paw over a pair of scissors which snagged his fur and pulled from his skin painfully. Grim let out a painful yelp which made you rush over to your dormmate’s side, worriedly looking over your friend. “Grim, what happened?” 

“My beautiful fur! It got cut!” Grim made an inaccurate assumption but to his defense, it did sting really bad and you could see some of his fur on the pair of scissors. So, you proceeded to check over Grim’s paw for any wounds. 

Jade stood in the sidelines as he watched you handle the monster’s paw, gently sweeping the fur to check for any blood, even blowing on it to ease the poor creature’s pain. The eel merman slightly drooped his shoulders, this was his loss. 

Walking over, Jade picked up the offending scissors that caused all this fuss. His heterochromatic eyes inspected the tool as he admitted that it was getting dull and he should replace them soon or something like this may occur again… Oh? 

You heard something fall behind you which made you turn to know the source. You saw the pair of scissors that Jade picked up back on the floor and your ocean-haired senior was holding one of his hands in the other. “Jade?” 

“Oh dear, it seems that I have accidentally nicked myself as well” Jade looked at you with his best pleading eyes, holding his hand towards you. “Could you help me?” 

“…can’t you do it yourself?” 

“Ah, it hurts quite a bit I don’t think I could focus enough to check my wound” Jade sighed as he clutched his poor hand in his own. He looked to you with pleading eyes and despite your suspicions, you accepted to help your senior and carefully took Jade’s “injured” hand into your own. With your eyes focusing on searching for this supposed wound, Jade smiled as he shared a glance with Grim behind you which scared the poor creature. 

“It seems I have quite the challenge on my hands. How interesting” 

Riddle worked up the courage to invite you to spend the day with him alone and when you accepted, he made sure that everything was perfect. Only Trey was aware of your intimate outing since he offered to take up any non-urgent Housewarden work during Riddle’s day with you so no one else was aware that you and Heartslabyul's leader were meeting. 

Everything was going smoothly, albeit a little stiff in the beginning. Riddle was shocked by how nervous he was. The teacup in his hand was shaking in his grip as he sat just across from you from the small table. 

Eventually the atmosphere settled and soon the two of you relaxed and chatted over trivial topics, enjoying each other’s presence over anything. But alas, good things must come to an end, but not in the way Riddle had planned. Instead, your date was interrupted when the two of you heard a loud call of your name from a distance, from a very familiar voice

“Henchhuman, you went ahead and got grub without me?!” Grim accused you, immediately climbing onto your lap without your complaint. This was his natural seat after all. Then, more voices were heard coming close.

“Grim, there you are. Don’t run off like that- Ahh Housewarden!” Like a storm, Ace and Deuce walked into the once private space while running after Grim then froze in place when they noticed their senior, who seemed to be a really bad mood right now. “Sorry, Housewarden. Grim said he smelled something good and went running over” 

Apparently, Grim was getting hungry and since Ace and Deuce were short on money, the cat-like monster went on the hunt for any morsel of food and caught a whiff of the tarts Riddle had prepared. However, mere tidbits of sweets were not enough to satiate this monster’s blackhole of an appetite. 

“Let’s go to the shop, I want fancy tuna tonight!” Grim whined to you, lightly clawing at your shirt. 

Riddle wanted to scold the furry student for being shameless in his demands but you reassured the redheaded senior that this is a common occurrence, considering you were in charge of handling the allowance you receive from Crowley so Grim tends to ask you to buy things for him. 

“We can go see if Sam has any in stock” you smiled at your gluttonous dormmate then looking to Riddle “I’m sorry, Riddle. I had fun today but we should get going before Sam’s shop closes” 

Riddle, stunned in the sudden shift in his plans, could only offer a nod as you let Grim yank you away to walk faster towards the merchant’s store. He wanted to walk you home and perhaps invite you to another engagement with him. But in the end, he was left in your dust with his other Heartslabyul dormmates and very awkward silence. 

Though three students quickly turned to one as Ace and Deuce silently snuck away from the scene. After being in the Queen of Hearts-inspired house for a while, they can when to book it lest they want to be collared by their hot-tempered Housewarden. 

“I was caught off-guard by that surprise…I will take this as a learning experience for the future”    

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst scenarios #twst x reader #twst imagines #sebek zigvolt #twst sebek #sebek x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #jade leech #jade x reader #twst jade x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #twst riddle x reader

[absolutebl]

Top 10 Best BLs on Gagaoolala

My Beautiful Man AKA Utsukushii Kare

Japan 2021

One of the most Japanese BLs to release in the last decade, as weird and as messed up as any 2000′s yaoi: emo af and hella warped, entirely true to itself with no attempt made to modify its POV for modern sensibilities or current BL fandom. It used seriously old school problematic and kinky tropes, like whipping boy, for a truly uncompromising piece that also manages to hit up themes of communication, consent, and self acceptance. It’s a wonderful BL but uniquely dirty and harsh, in the best possible way - Japanese cinema, uncompromising.

I lost my ever loving mind over the ending. This show won the Grand Prix “My Best TV Award” at the 16th Galaxy Awards.

Minato's Laundromat AKA Minato Shouji Coin Laundry

Japan 2022

A classic age gap romance where a high school student pursues the man of his dreams (who runs a laundromat). This BL is so steeped in yaoi tropes and archetypes, not to mention a typical romance arc, that it will overload some, but those of us who love this genre for its DNA will adore it. It made me very happy because it did everything I want a BL to do - there’s not much more I could ask of a show than this. It’s the closest Japan has come to perfect live action yaoi since Seven Days (and I never make that comparison lightly).

Squee watch-along here.

My Ride

Thai 2022

Thai BL grew up with this pulp (the first ever to make my end of year top 10). It’s a truly lovely and special little show featuring the extremely rare pairing of sunshine/sunshine (AKA a cinnamon roll couple) plus mature explorations of relationships using one of the softest, sweetest and most innocent friends to lovers vehicles. Kindly, overworked doctor meets broken-hearted motorcycle taxi driver in an “other side of the tracks” slow burn romance. The support cast is excellent, making for great friendship groups and family dynamics. With honest queer rep that adds to, but doesn’t impede, the story, and genuine conversation about the nature of class, wealth, and classism, not to mention communication, honesty, and respect for boundaries, you can’t go wrong with this show. In other news, I am a sucker for a single dimple.

Takara & Amagi AKA Takara-kun to Amagi-kun

Japan 2022 I gnawed on my knuckles and squealed a lot with this BL. Reserved cool kid who must learn to communicate to keep the tiny disaster nugget he’s madly in love with. It is beyond charming: soft and gentle, packed with cuteness and high school angst, thirst, & yearning. Was there plot? Not really. Was it emotionally tense and paced well enough for me not to notice? Absolutely. Did I enjoy the hell out of it? Oh yes.

Kiseki: Dear to Me

Taiwan 2023

The plot is totally ridiculous and slightly unhinged, but that’s normal for Taiwan. It involves all the tropes under a very casual framework of gay mafia gangs + food = love. Absolutely every character is queer. There’s a gum-ball machine of cameos, elder gay rep, great chemistry from all pairs, and a KILLER side couple. As a result Kiseki is a poster child for Taiwanese BL, and I happen to love Taiwanese BL. Bonus? They also managed to END IT WELL, which we cannot expect from Taiwan.

My Personal Weatherman AKA Taikan Yoho

Japan 2023

I liked it a lot and it's classic yaoi of the kind that really only works from Japan. Basically: boys who fell in love in college end up living together but both are so repressed they actually don't realize they're in love. It's higher heat from Japan and well done, but it leaned into the "why don't they just talk for fuck's sake?" trope which is only exacerbated into undiluted frustration by the fact that they're already fucking. It's great, but watching requires more patience than usual, even from Japan.

Our Dining Table AKA Bokura no Shokutaku

Japan 2023

A lonely salaryman and talented cook gets accidentally adopted by a college kid and his little brother. I was always gonna love the show if they stuck to the manga (which is very dear to my heart). And they did, paralleling it almost exactly. It’s a quiet & cozy little parable of found family alleviating loneliness. Possibly too slow for some but definitely high up there for me with the best of what Japan can do (like Restart After Come Back Home), it’s only flaw (if I dare say such a thing) is that it is not really “romantic.” Lovely & sweet but the romance beats are being used to build a family relationship, not just couple intimacy, but that's OK with me.

Step By Step

Thai 2023

This was Thailand’s answer to The New Employee, and everything I loved about that show I loved about this one. This office romance between a stern boss and sweet subordinate felt more authentic to cubical work than previous Thai BLs of this ilk. That authenticity added tension to the narrative and its characters development (how novel). I also really enjoyed the brothers relationship although I could have done without that brothers his own 's side BL.

Long Time No See

Korea (Strongberry) 2017

Catfishing assassins on either side of a turf war who fall in love not knowing they are on opposite sides. Or do they? Suspenseful plot, good fight sequences, mature characters, hot sexitimes and even hotter beating the shit out of each other and kissing while covered in blog (this came from KOREA?), plus an HEA. One of the hidden gems of the BL genre.

About Youth

Taiwan 2022

A truly lovely little coming of age high school BL with a classic YA low drama but high angst and an earnest depth. I didn’t even mind the singing, and that’s saying a lot. A weak seme/uke dynamic but tons of BL tropes (both rare in a high school setting but common for Taiwan) makes this one feel both sweet and colored by an almost real world authenticity and grit.

Some of these shows ALSO appeared on Viki or iQIYI, but these BLs will appear only once on these round up posts here for Gaga, not on the other platforms top 10.

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This list updated Spring 2024, not responsible for cool stuff that aired on Gaga (or was taken off the platform) after that date.

This is part of a series more here:

#best bls on gagaoolala #top 10 bls list #gagaoolala #bl recomendation list #recomendations by platform #japanese bl #live action yaoi #taiwanese bl #thai bl #My Beautiful Man #Utsukushii Kare #Minato's Laundromat #Minato Shouji Coin Laundry #my ride the series #Takara & Amagi #Takara-kun to Amagi-kun #kiseki: dear to me #My Personal Weatherman #Taikan Yoho #Our Dining Table #Bokura no Shokutaku #Step By Step the series #Long Time No See #strongberry #korean bl #About Youth the series

[luvkyu]

you & i ( yang jungwon )

jungwon x male!reader

jungwon doesn't like how much affection his boyfriend receives from the rest of enhypen.

content : 1.3k words, slight angst to fluff, idol!jungwon x non celeb!reader

( a/n ) req'd on wp

jungwon shoved his shoes off tiredly at the dorm's front door, riki following suit. their hands were occupied with bags of the group's dinner as they went into the common room to see the rest of their members with jungwon's boyfriend now joined.

y/n sat cheering with the others as they all watched jay and heeseung's race of mario kart on the large tv. jungwon smiled at the sight of y/n's presence. he invited y/n to come over for dinner just an hour ago and hadn't expected him to get to the dorms so fast.

jungwon and riki set the few bags down on the table, the youngest's eyes instantly going to the ongoing race. jungwon's view, however, went right to y/n. his smile dropped upon seeing sunghoon clinging to y/n's shoulder in anticipation. it was the last round of the race, and both of them were ready to see who would win. but frankly, jungwon couldn't care less about why his groupmate was glued to his partner's side. he didn't like it regardless of the reason.

"yes! pay up, loser," heeseung gloated as he tossed his controller aside and laid his hand out. jay rolled his eyes at the defeat, pulling a few bills out to hand to him. he flopped down on the other side of y/n with a small pout, dramatically laying his head on y/n's lap to fake a cry.

"oh, food's here! thanks, guys!" sunghoon beamed as he let go of y/n and stood up with the rest of them to begin setting out their meals. jungwon gave sunghoon a broken smile, trying to remind himself that he didn't actually hate his friend. his eyes shifted back to y/n, who was now standing up.

"hi, babe!" y/n greeted him happily. jungwon only smiled a hello and pulled him closer by the waist to kiss him deeply.

the others looked up at their leader in disgust.

"okay, we get it, you're in love. no need to rub it in," heeseung joked as he opened his box of food. a few snickers came from the others while the couple finally pulled apart. y/n was a bit taken back by the sudden kiss, but assumed maybe his boyfriend just missed him.

the boys could tell jungwon was overprotective and a bit jealous. jake in particular found it amusing how jealous jungwon could become over even a friendly, platonic gesture from one of the members, and he had to admit that he liked to mess with the leader.

jake watched the couple sit down with the rest of them, digging into their dinner. with himself now on one side of y/n and jungwon on the other, an idea popped into his head.

he gripped onto some food with his chopsticks and brought it closer to y/n, who's eyes brightened as he opened his mouth to let jake feed him. jake could see in his peripheral vision that jungwon was practically shooting daggers at him, but he paid it no mind to continue teasing him. y/n, however, was completely oblivious.

jungwon took a deep breath and decided to try and focus on his food. he knew y/n didn't mean any harm, but he couldn't ignore the feeling in his chest that screamed to get him away from the others.

after finishing their meals, the group and their plus one decided on staying up for a movie night since they had a day off tomorrow. after jungwon pressed play on their chosen movie, he went back to y/n's side to get comfortable with the others. he laid his arm around y/n's shoulder, stroking his hair lovingly while y/n rested his head against him.

after only five minutes into the movie, jake was already back to his trouble making. while jungwon continued to play with y/n's hair, jake sat closely beside y/n and fed him pieces of candy. jungwon gave his groupmate a couple side eyes as he tensed up, but told himself to keep ignoring the actions.

jungwon managed to remain focused on the movie for a few more minutes, but it was when jake lifted his leg to lay it on y/n's lap that jungwon finally snapped.

"i need some air," he mumbled under his breath as he rushed to stand up and get outside. y/n quickly sat up with a frown, able to see jungwon was upset now. once the door shut behind his boyfriend, y/n looked around at the others in confusion.

"look what you did now, jake," jay said, his tone somewhere between amused and cross. jake clicked his tongue.

"he's fun to tease, he'll be okay."

y/n looked between them, still confused.

"did i miss something?" he questioned. jake moved his leg from y/n's lap to sit upright as well.

"jungwon just gets jealous easily, that's all."

realization struck y/n now, feeling a bit dense. he sighed and stood up to follow his partner outside.

he found jungwon sitting alone on the steps that led up to the doorway, tossing a few stray pebbles that were scattered around. y/n sat beside him in silence for a moment as he was unsure of what exactly to say.

"..are you okay?"

jungwon didn't answer. y/n felt anxiety spark through his body at this.

"jungwon, please talk to me."

the male took a deep breath as he looked down, deciding to finally speak.

"do you remember that day we spent together a couple months ago? it was raining all day but we still wanted to do something so we went outside and played in the rain? we laid in puddles and caught rain drops with our tongues and then had our first kiss.."

y/n smiled at the memory and nodded. jungwon's voice was laced with nostalgic happiness while the corner of his lips curved into a small grin.

"i'd never forget that day," y/n replied. jungwon nodded before taking the other's hand and intertwining their fingers. he was still looking down, which made y/n frown again.

"i'm sorry for walking out just now.." jungwon said quietly. y/n's brows furrowed as he shook his head.

"don't apologize. i'm sorry that i didn't see you were upset," he countered.

"i know you didn't mean to upset me. the others just like to mess with me. they're too good at it, i guess." he said in disappointment.

"wonnie, look at me, please?"

it took him a moment, but jungwon was able to bring himself to look at his love. he managed to give him a small smile, his soft eyes making y/n's heart fill with warmth.

"there's my dimpled boy," he cooed as a light blush coated jungwon's cheeks. "you know i'm all yours, right? it's just you and i," y/n reminded him.

"and the rest of enhypen," jungwon added jokingly. y/n rolled his eyes.

"they can wait in line, tsk."

a small laugh left jungwon's lips as he looked at the other with care. the moonlight shined on y/n's face perfectly, making jungwon feel an urge to kiss him. he gently squeezed his hand and leaned in, y/n following to meet him in the middle.

"shit- oh, they're kissing. go back inside, go back inside!"

the couple pulled apart and turned to see a few of the boys frantically rushing back inside the dorm, definitely not as subtle as they might've hoped. the door shut quietly before the pair's eyes met again.

"just you and i, huh?" jungwon repeated. y/n sighed and rolled his eyes again.

"shut up and kiss me."

jungwon chuckled and rested his free hand against y/n's cheek, connecting their lips again.

#kpop x male reader #male reader #enhypen #enhypen x male reader #enhypen x reader #yang jungwon #jungwon #jungwon imagines #jungwon x reader #jungwon x male reader

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 (𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( dialogue prompts taken from episodes 1 & 2 ( "romance dawn" & "the man in the straw hat" ) of the netflix live action one piece series. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )

❛ do you have any last words? ❜

❛ the sea's been calling. well, not exactly calling, because i pretty much can't swim, but you get the idea. ❜

❛ so what do you say? are you with me? ❜

❛ liar! i know zoro must be after me. who else is worthy of his pursuit? ❜

❛ who's the most powerful pirate on the seas? ❜

❛ first things first. do you have any food here? ❜

❛ you don't look like a pirate. ❜

❛ i'm not afraid of getting hurt. and i'll prove it to you. ❜

❛ i don't get it. why would anyone want to be a pirate? ❜

❛ you have the wind on your back, the salty sea air, your loyal crew by your side. you never know what's on the horizon. it's all about being... free. ❜

❛ you should never let anyone tell you what you can't do. ❜

❛ well, remember the name, 'cause i'm gonna be king of the pirates. ❜

❛ people often visit shrines to light candles for those they've lost. who are yours for? ❜

❛ you've been following me for three days. what do you want? ❜

❛ look, i've been practicing what my face is gonna look like on my wanted poster.❜

❛ i've no doubt your mug will be on a wanted poster one day. ❜

❛ all he did was spill a drink on me. ❜

❛ you should've fought back! why didn't you kick his ass? ❜

❛ not everything can be solved with violence. a man needs to be strong, but he also needs to be good. ❜

❛ you're not a real man. you're nothing but a coward. ❜

❛ you ate a devil fruit? ❜

❛ ever since i was a kid, i wanted to protect people that can't protect themselves.❜

❛ if that's what you want, i think you should do it. i'll help you out. ❜

❛ my crew was attacked by pirates. i barely managed to make it out alive. ❜

❛ rice balls. for you. ❜

❛ you shouldn't draw your blade unless you're prepared to use it. ❜

❛ don't kill me, please. my father will give you anything you want. ❜

❛ i'd say you live up to your reputation. ❜

❛ what's up with the third sword? i mean, where does it even go? ❜

❛ what do you say, puppy? do you want to do a trick for me? sit up and beg. ❜

❛ i kill your kind for a living. ❜

❛ i mean it. i don't owe you anything. ❜

❛ you are going to get us both caught if you keep stomping around this place. ❜

❛ that was amazing. admit it. we do make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ so why did you decide to become a thief? ❜

❛ i needed to eat. you do what you have to, to survive. ❜

❛ you're right. nothing is more important than food. ❜

❛ all great fighters call out their finishing moves. ❜

❛ i don't work for you. ❜

❛ i'm sensing a little bit of tension amongst the crew. ❜

❛ before we met, every choice was made for me. but now i'm gonna do what i want to do. ❜

❛ next time we meet, we might be enemies. but for now... we're friends. ❜

❛ i'm feeling so... so piratey. ❜

❛ well, you're gonna end up feeling watery if i have to throw you overboard. i told you i need absolute silence. ❜

❛ don't mess with my hat. ❜

❛ oh, i'm sorry. were we interrupting your beauty sleep? ❜

❛ don't like what you see? look away. ❜

❛ you have a lot of names. i bet everyone in the east blue knows who you are. ❜

❛ are you making fun of my nose? ❜

❛ i know your type. if there's nothing to gain, you're out. ❜

❛ truthfully? i'm kind of hungry. ❜

❛ who are you trying to impress? a lost love? an absent parent? or was it someone that you worshipped? ❜

❛ i used to know a pirate that wore a hat just like this. ❜

❛ for a time, i even thought we were friends. until he betrayed me. just like all the others. ❜

❛ he wanted to keep me out of the spotlight! he wanted to keep my star from shining too brightly! ❜

❛ is that what he did to you? did he betray you, too? ❜

❛ you can slice me and you can dice me, but i'll always put myself back together again. ❜

❛ i've been thinking about you for years. ❜

❛ i know you're upset, but you should eat something. ❜

❛ you're never not hungry. what's going on? ❜

❛ you can spill a drink on me and i'll let it slide, but don't you ever threaten my friends. ❜

❛ you can't make people love you. just like you can't make them smile. ❜

❛ you really think anyone is coming for you? they don't care. and no one is gonna miss you when you're dead. ❜

❛ get lost. ❜

❛ i'm just glad that you're okay. ❜

❛ what was that? i couldn't hear you over all the drowning. ❜

❛ you really don't fear death, do you? ❜

❛ what's the plan? you do have a plan, right? that's your thing, plans. ❜

❛ you want out? you know the price you have to pay. ❜

❛ you want a piece of me? let's see what you got. ❜

❛ i think i'll miss you most of all. ❜

❛ we're gonna be the greatest pirates the world has ever seen. even greater than your crew. ❜

❛ this hat is the most precious thing i own. it means the world to me. and i want you to take it. ❜

❛ when we meet again, you can give it back to me. ❜

❛ is every day gonna be this crazy with you? ❜

❛ if the path to what you want seems too easy, then you're on the wrong path. ❜

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[simp999]

Medic x Reader - The Red Means I Love You

Wc: 2.7k

Themes: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort(reader was feeling down beforehand)

A/N: I really haven't been writing huh,, sorry about that, guys!! I've been real busy with work n' other stuff- but I promise I still love seeing your ideas! I can't promise I'll get to them, but I still enjoy seeing them :3

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Not again.

It's always that damned static that manages to hum itself back into your ears; almost romantically. The idea sounds so beautifully comforting; lovingly pulling you away from reality, holding you in a close embrace.

It sounds so much nicer in thought than in practice.

But as much as you can't help but zone in and out, every sound around you feels so loud yet hushed at the same time. The buzzing of the lights, the crickets outside, at one point you think you may have heard someone walk past your room to go to the kitchen, but it was just one sound among many.

You sat alone in your bed, staring blankly ahead. You couldn't make out what you were staring at, nor did you care. - It was all just a blurry mess.

But you needed a distraction. You knew that if you were to be left alone it would only get worse.

And suddenly, you were standing in front of Medic's lab. You didn't remember the slow journey there. Maybe you've walked the path so many times that you went on autopilot? That doesn't matter right now.

You can hear footsteps from inside, and a soft, muffled voice. You can't quite make out the words, but with his tone, you can assume that he's talking with his birds.

You reach out for the door handle, hesitating. Did you really need to go bug him? You'll get over it, you're sure.

What exactly is it that your body needed? You shuffled through a short list of things. You ate earlier, drank water, you got an... okay amount of sleep. Well, more than usual- which is a start.

You just needed to be in someone's presence, you think.

But not just anyone, you're sure that someone like Scout would be too energetic, and Soldier would be too loud.

You always end up right back here, don't you? Maybe it's because you feel comfortable around him? You couldn't be too sure.

You lightly shake your head, your vision continuing to stay just a bit more blurry than usual. With the blurred shapes that you know spell "laboratory" in front of you, you finally crack the door open a smidge. Then some more.

Medic was standing in front of his doves, holding his bloody finger up to Archimedes. You're assuming he'd just given him a piece of meat or maybe he was petting him. In the middle of the action, Medic tilts his head your way, opening his mouth for a greeting-but deciding against it when he does a quick once-over of your tired form. Though, a gentle smile does make its way on his face.

You slowly hobble over to an empty counter, ignoring the chair stacked with a lab coat and papers, hopping up on said countertop. You stare ahead at the body on Medic's operating table. You haphazardly analysed it. It sat lifeless, it seems it'd been that way for a while now. Well, at least you knew you and him were truly alone.

You leaned back, letting your arms hold you up. Medic silently went back to his spot beside the corpse, picking up a scalpel with a soft smile. He began to hum. You'd be lying if you said you didn't find it comforting. The buzzing of the lights surely didn't leave, but they felt less overbearing. It was also late, and Medic rarely had all of the lights on at this time, only keeping the one main one he needed for seeing the corpse with.

He could tell something was up, but he didn't want to pry- though it was nagging at him. Perhaps Archimedes could tell, or maybe it was pure luck- or maybe Archimedes saw you as someone to care for too. Soon enough he was carefully flying towards you, gently landing on your shoulder and rubbing his head up against your cheek. It became tough to hold back a small smile, and you relaxed your shoulders. You gently brought up a knuckle to very carefully pet him with. Along with whispering little nothings- most of which Medic couldn't make out, only sometimes hearing his own name.

He couldn't help but admire the sight before him. It's a good thing that the corpse in front of him was indeed just that- a corpse- or else dropping the scalpel in it probably wouldn't have been too good.

"..Hey,"

He snaps back to reality, his face warming up just a bit at how you caught him dazed- one could even say with a somewhat lovestruck expression. You weren't about to point that out though, were you?

"Why'd you stop humming?"

He.. he was humming? No- well, yes he does tend to do that a lot while working to busy himself, but you noticed? His eyes widened a bit. It's not exactly a conscious thing he does- and it doesn't help that now that he's put on the spot he can't quite come up with anything to hum.

So, he carefully sets down whatever tool he was holding and quietly makes his way over to the music player. You recognized the first song as "Bust Your Kneecaps". You giggled at how fitting it seemed to suit him. The song was so calming but morbid at the same time. He carefully adjusts the volume and begins to sway his hips as he once again as he works on the corpse in front of him. The music player sounds a bit staticky, but the music was still enjoyable.

And now it was your turn to admire him.

He sure was skilled at what he did. Even with music playing and him obviously focused on the sounds surrounding him, he nonchalantly makes such precise and careful incisions. The soft smile on his face, and the way his hair was a bit messier than usual- a given after a long day of battles. You caught the way he'd absentmindedly twirl the scalpel between his fingers before deciding where to place his next incision. The blood coating his gloves glistened,- hey, that's odd, he very rarely wore his gloves while working. May he knew you'd-? No, no, you doubted it.

You noticed the way he had a small pep in his step whenever he had to walk around- it seems his boots may be newly polished, too. His voice when he hummed or softly sang any lyrics was always so comforting too. So much so that you'd absentmindedly join in on the humming at times if you knew the song.

Which is what happened. You only noticed that your soft hums could be heard as well when you caught the way his smile grew and he glanced over at you with hope in his eyes. It was always reassuring to him when you'd slowly warm back up in the subtlest of ways. Of course he knew when you weren't doing too well, and he was always glad to help you out. Honoured, even. It made his heart warm knowing that he was your go-to person to feel comfortable and safe again, even if it just meant being in the same room as him.

It means you willingly trust him. Yes of course, people trust him with their wounds in life or death situations- but they have no choice. Yet you come to him for the most mundane of things.

He must admit, he might be catching feelings.

And there wasn't any major event that caused him to realise this- no. Actually, it was something quite small that you'd done many times before.

This must've been roughly a month ago now; he was sat at his desk, his pencil going back and forth over some paperwork at ungodly hours of the morning. Everyone at the base should have been asleep, but he should have known better as mercenaries. None of you were normal- but you all still needed rest.

Which is why he was surprised when he heard soft footsteps slowly approach him. He recognized them, of course- had he not, he would have been reaching for his bonesaw.

Your presence alone relaxed him. But then he remembered how late it was, and was about the question you on why you might be up at this hour- damn hypocrite.

But before he could, there was a small plate with snacks being placed beside his paperwork, and a hand giving his closest shoulder a small, absentminded massage.

Then, you stood behind him, slowly snaked your arms around his shoulders and slowly leaned against him- almost all of your weight. You rested your chin on top of his head and you hadn't said a word.

This meant two things: one, that you had finally accepted that you simply couldn't tell him to get to bed because it would never work, to which you had adapted. Second, you were up at this ungodly time, and the first thing on your mind was taking care of him.

The thought of asking you why you were up at this hour left his mind, instead opting to let you watch whatever he was working on. Well, as much as you could with your eyes half-lidded, sometimes closing on you.

Every so often, he'd grab a piece of the snack you had brought him. One time, he brought a piece to your lips, and you lazily ate it with a hum. From that point on, he'd eat a piece, then offer you one. Then, because he was so entranced in his work, he had forgotten about the snack. Until you gently brought a piece in front of his mouth, still wanting to take care of him.

"...You don't have to do this, you know."

You gently shook your head, leaning a bit more on him and giving him a gentle squeeze, which was enough of an answer.

And yes, he did notice the way you'd begin to lose your balance due to how tired you were. He himself would lean just enough to keep you upright when he could tell you were beginning to doze off.

That was the first night you managed to get him to go to sleep early- and that was without a single word spoken by you.

That was the night he learned he may have feelings for you. He felt a growing urge to care for you; in subtle and non-subtle ways. Of course- the mercs could tell that he'd slowly become more of a pocket Medic, that much was obvious. But he'd also watch out for you in ways he knew how to. He'd make sure to give you a proper dose of anaesthesia, always be gentle when he did anything involving you, clean his lab and equipment thoroughly before even thinking about using any on you. He never thought too much of it, either.

You began living in his presence more often too, and he appreciated it so very much- he'd never brought it up, but he did care. There were a few times where you'd swing by and he'd offered you a snack; or if you were cold, he'd offer you his labcoat.

Then he realised that he became happy when you were happy.

He never thought of himself as an empath- far from it, really. But suddenly when your mood was down, he'd find himself alone in his lab, doing what he always does. It felt like he was on autopilot, and he felt dull. But when your mood was better and you were more excitable- or even simply happier overall, he'd hum more often, and he wouldn't notice the smile that seemed to constantly spread across his lips, nor the pep in his step.

Which brings us to the present moment. You two humming along to the song. It slowly drowned out, and a new song came on, You recognized it as: "The Red Means I Love you."

Medic's lips curled up a bit, and you gently kicked your feet, his seemingly happy mood becoming contagious. You were still somewhat zoned out, now accidentally staring off into space, which just so happened to be his boots this time. And suddenly, they were right in front of you, along with an open hand blocking the view- hey, when did he remove his glove? It just have been just now, as it wasn't bloody.

You looked up to him and recognized the expectant gaze he sent your way. That warm smile on his face was what convinced you to take his hand, and he carefully guided you around with small steps.

He hummed as he gently placed a hand on the small of your back, and held your hand in his as if it were made of glass.

Once you two began moving a little quicker, he began to sing. He started out in a very quiet tone as to not startle you;

"'Cause my insides are red,

And yours are too.

And the red on my face

Is matching you~"

The two of you continued to sway along to the music, slowly becoming more comfortable, but keeping the volume low. The two of you were tired but content. Then, the reoccurring line in the song came up, and the two of you sang it together in hushed voices;

"The red means I love you~"

You couldn't help the small smile that slowly played on your lips, his was contagious. He offered you a wide grin when he noticed you looking up at him, but it quickly went back to a small, calm, and reassuring one once your eyes were elsewhere. One could even say lovestruck. Paired with a gaze that was admiring every part of you, simply glad to be right there, right now, with you. He'd take lives to be able to do this at any given time- there was nothing more perfect to him than this.

You looked so perfect to him in this very moment. Even the dishevelled hair, darkened eye bags, and slumped shoulders were to be admired. Any imperfections of your skin he found absolutely stunning- they made you unique. But with his background, he's pretty sure that telling you you had fascinating skin wouldn't come off the way he'd hoped- so he'd keep that to himself.

He longed to gently card his fingers through your messy hair, run his finger from your hair to behind your ear, along your jaw and finally tilt your chin up and admire your eyes with the warmest, most loving smile he's ever worn. To pull you a bit closer with the hand that was still resting against the small of your back, with barely any force to be noticeable.

And then he'd lean down, analyse your face for whatever emotions you may be feeling and go from there.

Now, he wasn't a shy man.

So that's what he did.

And that's where the two of you now stand.

After analysing your emotions, checking for any sort of discomfort- he tilted your chin up just enough for you and him to meet halfway.

It was a small kiss- short, sweet and loving. It could even be considered a small peck. There was nothing more to be added, enough was said- even if the only words spoken aloud tonight were mostly just lyrics.

You stood a little stunned, but that was only because you weren't quite ready to fully comprehend what had just happened.

Medic on the other hand was already pulling you into a gentle hug that had the both of you calmly swaying back and forth as he played with your hair. He gave you a small kiss on the crown of your head as you finally relaxed into him, and allowed your hands to rest on his back. Barely audible, he muttered;

"I love you, liebchen."

A gentle squeeze was offered that reassured him that you felt the same way, and you could feel his smile widen before opting to rest his chin on your head, and gently rest his hand on the back of your neck, caressing the base of it with his thumb as the two of you continued to sway together.

He looked forward to more nights like this. Nothing extravagant, just you and him, comfortable in eachother's loving presence.

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Nov.10.23

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[actuallysaiyan]

Pretend That You Love Me(Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader x Suguru Geto)

warnings: smut, oral sex(male receiving), threesomes, dub-con, cameras/being recorded, making porn, bodily fluids

word count: 1.2k

pairings: Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader x Suguru Geto

summary: Satoru had some dumb excuse to get you into his apartment, and when you agreed to making a lewd video with him and Suguru, he never knew how much of a natural you would be!

a/n: just a dumb little idea that popped into my head! I really hope you all enjoy!

A light flashes in your face. You squint, trying to look at the source of it. Satoru smirks when he notices just how messed up your face is. Mascara running down your cheeks, drool and cum sticking to your chin. Oh how you look too good. He thinks he’s never seen you look this sexy, He can’t say he’s got any complaints about this either. When he looks down at his still-hard cock, he’s proud to know that you’ve been able to last this long on your knees, sucking his cock. It's still throbbing, begging for more. The pink tip, now an angry red color, just begging to be sucked on. He taps your cheek with his cock, smirking when you whine that you can no longer do it.

“Shhh…” he hushes you softly. “I know you can take more.”

From the corner of the room, Suguru is watching the two of you. He never knew just how erotic it would be to film his two favorite people having sex. He’s been palming his hard-on for a while now, so desperate to get involved in the act. Though, watching you and Satoru has been so much fun. You’re such a little slut for cock. Just a cockhungry whore, begging to be fucked. Suguru knows that you’ll come to him soon and give him exactly what he needs.

Satoru smirks at you as you open your mouth, drool dripping from your tongue that pokes out to lick the leaking tip of his erection. This is all working out so perfectly. He had given you some lame excuse about helping him out with something in his apartment, and once he got you here, you were so easy to coax into this position on your knees. You’ve had a crush on both him and Suguru for ages, and Satoru has finally decided to take advantage of your affection for them.

“She’s such a good girl,” Satoru calls over to Suguru. The black haired man keeps the camera in his hands steady, the light on your right now is just perfect to show the sheen of the spittle and cum that’s on your face.

“She looks good,” Suguru comments, coming over to the both of you.

Satoru grips your hair and pulls you off his cock. He then gently shoves you over to his lover. Suguru smiles down at you, his touch much gentler than the strongest sorcerer’s. You’re practically purring at the sweet affection that comes from Suguru. He then takes his time to pull down his pants. Your eyes widen when you see just how long his cock is.

“Awh, look at that, ‘Guru.” Satoru comments. “Our little puppy seems to be in shock at your size.”

“Hmm, I don’t blame her.”

Suguru’s hands are soft on your tear slicked face. He cups your jaw, and then one of his hands squeezes your cheeks very gently. You���re so quick to open your mouth, your tongue lolling out of your lips. Both men are so happy with the results of this.

“Let me get the camera ready,” Satoru says, picking up the piece of recording equipment. Then he makes his way over to where Suguru had been sitting, and he shines the light on the scene that’s unfolding before him.

“And action…”

You barely have time to react before Suguru pushes his cock into your mouth, and the head of his erection nestles in the back of your throat. You attempt to squeeze your thighs together for some much needed relief. It’s not long before Suguru begins bucking his hips, using your little mouth as his own personal fuck toy. Your jaw is sore from Satoru using you, but you know it’s all going to be worth it when they’ve both had their fun with you.

“Such a good little mouth,” Suguru hisses between gritted teeth. He looks over at his white haired lover. “How did you manage to last so long?”

Satoru laughs, “It was very hard,”

Their words go straight to your aching cunt. They are complimenting you, in their own sick and twisted way. It’s just such a good feeling to be wanted by the two most amazing sorcerer’s of your time. The way that Suguru keeps moaning and bucking his hips makes you feel so aroused. You look up at him through your lashes, and he’s gripping your hair so tightly.

“Fuck! Oh fuck, don’t you dare look at me like this! I’m gonna lose it…”

Satoru chuckles darkly and he’s goading you on to continue to give Suguru those sultry looks you were just giving him. You decide to listen to Satoru, knowing that if you were to disobey him, it would be much worse than to disobey Suguru. You bat your eyelashes at Suguru, and he feels his balls draw up as his orgasm builds so deep inside of him.

“Fuck you, Satoru! Don’t make her look even sexier than she already does,”

It’s not long before you feel Suguru picking up speed. Satoru moves in closer with the camera, trying to get the perfect angles. He’s going to enjoy watching this video with the both of you later on. If Satoru would have known you’d be willing to make such a sexy video, he would have coaxed you into it a long time ago. Regardless, he knows this isn’t going to be a one and done situation. No, there will be so many more videos.

“Cum on her face,” Satoru guides Suguru. “Pull out and show me that money shot!”

Suguru grunts; just the thought of spilling his seed all over your pretty face is enough to bring him right to the brink. In a last minute decision, he pulls out of your mouth and he strokes himself to completion. The first spurt of his cum lands right on your cheek. You’re quick to open your mouth once more, your tongue desperate to taste some of him. Five more shots of his thick, sticky seed shoots out onto your face. Satoru cheers in the background, and Suguru is moaning so loudly for the both of you. Once he’s spent, he leans back a little and gives you a chance to breathe.

“That’s a good girl!” Satoru praises you. He’s got the camera right in your face, making sure to get the perfect shot of you catching your breath with all that cum on your face. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

You giggle softly, and your fingers come up to scoop up some of Suguru’s cum. Both men are in awe at just how naughty you are as you lick and suckle the seed off your digits. Then you wiggle your fingers at the camera in a sort of flirty wave. That’s when Satoru stops recording. He then leans down and cups your face to give you a sloppy kiss.

“Baby, you are too good at this. You sure this was your first time doing that?” 

You nod your head, slowly getting up off the floor with the help of Suguru. He helps you over to the chair, a bottle of water waiting for you on the side table. He passes it to you, ready to go get you something to clean your face off with.

“This won’t be the only one you do for us, right?” Satoru asks, his voice has a begging lilt to it. “We could have a lot of fun doing this.”

Suguru watches you carefully as you sink half the bottle of water in one gulp. Then you turn to Satoru and smile.

“Don’t worry, it won’t be the last…”

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[azureseacloud]

Stage Lights

Ghost (band)

Part 1

Pairing: Swiss x reader

Warnings: swearing, no smut but there’s sexual tension, biting

Words: 762

Summary: Reader is a ghoul and part of the band. During performance, Swiss manages to make the reader mess up.

Hi guys, this is my first fic in the ghost fandom :O. I have been obsessed with the ghouls since I saw them live and I just had to write them. Also I am open to requests for the ghouls x reader, so feel free to message me with requests. :)

The blue lights flashed across the stage as you strummed your guitar, watching the crowd as they screamed the lyrics and reached out for Copia while he strut along the stage.

You moved forward, leaning over the edge of the stage and tilting your head at the crowd below you. They shrieked with excitement, phones filming as you ran a hand across your neck then slowly flipped them off. You leant back, returning to the middle of the stage that you shared with Rain.

You could feel a presence growing closer behind you. An arm wrapped around your hip, the other caressing your shoulder as the crowd got louder. You knew exactly who it was from the way he gripped your body. Swiss.

You ignored him, strumming at your guitar as his hand ran seductively down your arm, his body pressed firmly against yours.

It had become a challenge, whilst on stage, for Swiss to try to break your focus. He tried the same with Dewdrop, always trying to get one of you to mess up a chord or solo piece. Both you and Dew had become determined to ignore his antics. It pissed the multi ghoul off when you didn’t even acknowledge his actions, something you and the fire ghoul delighted in doing.

Swiss had gotten more creative though. You could see that Dew had been close to losing it when Swiss had mimed jerking him off while biting his shoulder. The fire ghoul had managed not to miss a single chord, though he had been gripping his guitar so tightly that his knuckles had gone white. Dew had glared at Swiss for the next day, the multi ghoul sending him a cocky grin each time.

Swiss moved his hand away from your arm, sliding it across your shoulder until his hand rested around your neck, firm but not constricting. You kept your eyes focussed on your guitar, even as your skin prickled from pressure. He’d never done this before—usually it was Dewdrop that had a tendency to rest his hand on the other ghouls’ throats.

A breath ghosted the side of your neck against the slip of skin that was exposed from where your clothing had slipped a tiny bit. That was the only warning you had before his mouth closed over the side of your neck.

He was biting you. Swiss was biting you.

It was hard enough for you to feel his teeth but not to leave a mark. Heat rushed through your face as your heart raced, and before you could stop it, your head had tilted back a tiny bit. You froze, forcing yourself to keep strumming the guitar in time while praying to Satan below that Swiss hadn’t noticed you lean into his bite.

That he hadn’t heard the tiny rush of air that escaped you.

That he hadn’t noticed the way your body stiffened.

You felt him smile against your neck. Shit. Shit. You were so close to losing it, you could barely manage to keep in time with the music—

Then he bit down harder.

You missed a chord as you gasped.

Fuck.

His teeth stayed for a second longer—just enough time to leave a definite mark, even through the fabric, as his hand gripped your hip harder.

“Gotcha,” he purred smugly in your ear.

Then he released the hand around your neck, swiping it seductively over your helmet before he headed back to his podium.

You were so thankful for the mask because your face was burning. Looking to your left you could see Dew eyeing you. He’d noticed. You were sure they had all noticed.

That bastard.

The crowd was still screaming, and by the amount of phones that were in front of you, you knew that the footage would be circling the internet for the next few days. Swiss was going to love that.

Even worse was that you knew he was going to use this new information to fuck with you both on and off stage.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

You could still feel the imprint of where his teeth had been. Where his hand had gripped your hip. It was hard to focus when Swiss had just bitten you. And you had liked it.

Barely managing to keep in time, it was a relief when the song ended and the stage was plunged into darkness.

You risked a look at the sly ghoul gripping his microphone. He grinned, teeth flashing. You flipped him off, determination rushing through you.

You were so going to get him back.

#nameless ghouls x reader #ghost band #swiss ghoul #swiss ghost #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop ghost #nameless ghouls

[cuubism]

actor hob, and pretentious asshole film director dream

[ this got so long and so weird and specific i'm so sorry ]

so hob is an everyman actor. a good actor, charismatic, funny, fan favorite, but not the type that gets cast in highbrow art films. mostly he does like romcoms, mid-budget action movies, feel-good family films, etc etc. and he's totally cool with that, he's good at what he does, and people enjoy those films, anyway. he might be getting a bit bored though, a bit stagnant. might be thinking it's time for some reinvention. and there might be a certain director whose ridiculous and nonsensical but dreamy films he's particularly enamored with...

dream makes REALLY pretentious art films. the types that get studied in graduate level film classes and have fifty different academic papers with fifty different theses trying to puzzle them out. dream is a master of themes and images and subtle construction. he is also a COMPLETE asshole and impossible to work with, an auteur in the most stereotypical way possible, he writes and directs, he micromanages all his projects, he asserts his vision and god help anyone who goes against it. nobody can handle him, nobody can STAND him, and the only reason he still gets funding for these projects is because they win awards, so many awards, and the studios want to ride on the coattails of those awards. but it's getting to the point where even his most ride-or-die producers are ready to give up.

right off the back of dream's most recent bafta, a rather naive Big Exec approaches him to direct the next installment of his Big Superhero Franchise. dream is immediately like fuck off with that bullshit but the exec pleads with him that the franchise is flagging and they really need something new to spice it up. plus the pay will be enough for dream to finance like 10 of his own ridiculous art films without having to rely on producers for money. and dream really is about to get cut off for being a complete insufferable asshole so he takes the gig. it kind of feels like prison though.

anyway, he gets to work trying to make this shitty boring film at least marginally less shitty and boring. he doesn't have a lot of leeway -- a lot of the story is locked in, half the cast is set from prior installments etc. dream immediately regrets taking this job, he'd rather die in actual prison than work on this mindnumbing piece of trash. it feels like it's taking an eternity and who could possibly stand an eternity of this???

well. enter hob, whose agent managed to snag him a 2nd-lead sort of role in this thing. it's not QUITE the reinvention he was going for but the pay and exposure are really good -- and even if they weren't, the moment hob saw that dream was attached he was immediately on board.

cue dream tearing his fucking hair out and basically being a complete menace and diva on set -- no that wasn't good, yes we have to do a 57th take, oh my god this dialogue is horrible give me that shitty script i'm writing my own thing, what do you mean the plot is linear???, wait there are how many cgi aliens????? i'm going to kill myself -- and Hob, pretty much Just Happy To Be There as always, takes one look at this beautiful dramatic emo asshole and is like oh. yes. i don't know what i'm saying yes to, but i'm saying yes. just immediately enamored with this bitch against all logic, he's like i've seen all your films i know how your mind works you brilliant nihilistic mess of a person. i'm on board. let's go.

first scene that hob's in dream is once again ranting about the atrocious script, which he did not write and is hardly allowed to change -- or, every change he makes is too weird and the studio keeps nixing it. everyone keeps sighing and being like oh my god can we please just shoot i wanna go home, meanwhile hob's like alright then. let's workshop it. and dream's just like. what. you aren't just gonna tell me to shut up? and hob's like no, youre right, this script is trash, but i know you're just going to write something really weird and psychedelic that they won't let you shoot. and dream's like you dare to speak to me that way??? and hob just puts his hands on his hips and is like listen, i actually know more about this sort of general audience family film thing than you do, mister arthouse, so are you going to work with me or not? and dream's just like what... is happening... because usually people who try to 'handle' him either just cave to his every demand like wimps, or just fight him on everything to 'prove' that they're in control, and hob is just kind of... not doing either of those? anyway dream doesn't know what to do with him.

so they workshop it. turns out hob actually DOES know how these sort of general audience all-follow-the-same-three-act-structure films work and how to improve things within those confines, and also he understands what like, normal people like, you know, casual feel good movies, not everything has to be a mindbender, jesus. so they bounce ideas off each other for like 3 hours until they finally get something that's okay enough that dream no longer wants to fling himself into the sun. meanwhile everyone on set is staring at them like 👀. then dream is like come back to my trailer we are rewriting the other 116 pages of this script right NOW. what else is hob supposed to do but follow.

then hob becomes the designated Dream Handler on set. dream starts using him as his barometer for what 'normal people' would like because he does not understand that at all. ("hob, will 'people' accept this?" "well considering youre spinning the camera around on a string i'm gonna go out on a limb and say no"). dream becomes kind of obsessed with him because his life is so like, normal, and he's okay with it?? he doesn't find existence to be an insufferable prison from which there is no escape?? and hob is like aw i know you're such a tortured artistic soul *pats him on the head*. plus, hob is actually a good actor, and he's able to put a lot of heart into even this mediocre big budget film, and kind of forces dream to confront the idea that there's more than one good type of story. that different stories serve different purposes and a straightforward happy story is okay, actually.

(and that the problem is the corporatization of the storytelling, not the story itself)

anyway the movie ends up being pretty good, dream still kind of hates it because he wasn't given full artistic license but he has to grudgingly admit that it has at least some merit. after the premiere hob is like (cheekily) so you gonna direct the sequel? and dream is like i did not write that to have a sequel. and hob's like it has a cliffhanger? and dream's like so???? and hob's like well theyre definitely gonna make a sequel. and dream's like i hate this planet. also no i'm not going to make the sequel. i'm going to fuck off to the woods and make a movie about teeth. do you want to star in it? and hob's like you're so fucking weird i'm obsessed with you i'm going to kiss you now.

so yeah, that.

#dreamling #the sandman #just chuckin aus into the void cuz who knows if i'll ever actually write them #sorry this au became insane XD #it got SO much longer and more meandering than i was aiming for i just wanted to write a little 2 paragraph summary LOL #then it grew several legs #long post #anyway dream doesn't have a 'full name' in this btw he just directs under Dream like he's beyonce or something 😂 #you can think of dream as sort of like ingmar bergman or luis bunuel #and hob is like. mark ruffalo. so you can try to imagine that dynamic if you wish XD #sort of inspired by the way art film directors keep getting roped into directing marvel and disney films for some reason?? #my writing

[brothebro]

Any dp/dc fic recs?

of course! Honestly, i love so many of them and I'll try to include as many as i can in my list here! The Undead Lockpicking series by Milaley: In which Danny has a lockpicking youtube channel and he lockpicks the Watchtower. Hilarious, excellent 10/10

The Bat Trap by Threee: Honestly a good ol twin switcheroo with many funny moments but also a lot of delicious angst! (a Damian & Danny twins au) Just, chef's kiss!

GLXY:PSSNGR by socraticat: Danny takes the place of his alternate universe self who lives with vlad in Gotham after vlad killed his parents. Muchas angst, lots of worldbuilding and fantastic action!

A second life by Die_Erlkonigin6083:Kid Danny who has memories from a past life and currently is Dick Grayson's clone baby (and a bunch of others but mostly Dick's) Adorable 100/10 recommend>

lex luthor's ascent from supervillainy to fatherhood by halfagone (milkywxy): Epic. Dad!Lex and and dimensional travel son!Danny. Sweet and super well-executed Cass/Danny. 10/10 i need to catch up with the latest chappies but it's so freaking good I am aaaaaa

Rooftop Express by EmeraldsAndAmethyst: Danny/Jason. Awesome af. Crime lord Jason ftw! Danny is a (supernatural)delivery boy and professional enigma in Gotham

Our Empty Graves by suomifae: Hazmat Suit, no one knows au! Danny/Jason in which Danny finds himself helping out in Jason's gang. Very cool story building, ideas and execution. Im literally screaming in every chapter. so so good!

bloodlines by halfagone (milkywxy): Danny is Diana's and Bruce's son. He of course doesn't know that. There's a prophesy involved that says Danny will end the world, Diana finds out accidentally about it and finds out she has a son (memory wipe shenanigans) and GOSH. There's so much awesome stuff happening and it's a pleasure to see them piece together the facts. 10/10 Diana rocks

Summons by DizzlyPuzzled: Ghost king Danny in which because he's underage his father gets summoned in his stead. Bruce would very much like to know why he keeps getting yote through summoning circles. Just the right amount of funny, family fluff and angst.

If You Give a Bat a Burger by Cielle_Noire: BOI I HAVE NO WORDS. the plot in this is thiccc and juicy and delicious and the mystery is the cherry on top! Danny lives in Gotham, does some ghostly sigil stuff around to protect Gothamites from bad ghosts, it backfires, we don't know why. Red duck candles are involved. The Batkids are chaos. and im here eating popcorn because it's all super entertaining to watch unfold. 100/10 jessica's duck candle

Friendly neighborhood vigilante by Elizabehta_Beilschmidt: Jazz/Jason THE FIC. honestly one of the best Anger Management fics i've ever read. Love the way Communication between partners is portrayed here and how they overcome the hurdles despite the shitshow that is both their lives (affectionate). 10/10 would read again

Danny Fenton: Dead and Loving It by HyperKid: You need an ao3 account for this one, go go go go make one because it's super worth it! Jason/Danny. They meet at the graveyard, your honour! They actively mess with Bruce and the rest of the Batkids! Gala Shenanigans! What else can i say? Go read!

Worm Off the String by TourettesDog: I am licherally dying of laughter. Peak comedy. Danny/Tim ft little baby man Danny who Tim thinks is Danny's weird af pet. Honestly, so GOOD. 100/10 comedy gold.

Press Heart to Subscribe by Die_Erlkonigin6083: A Danny/Damian fic in which Danny is a streamer and Damian watches his stream. Super cute, well executed, 100/10 sweetness scale

Imprint by Hashtag_DriveBy: Babes i dunno what to tell you. I've done fanart of this fic. De-aged baby Danny and DadHood. Human-ish Fright Knight and Excellent friend Roy. Guys seriously. SO SO SO SO GOOD. 100/10 I wanna see the kid reveal to the batfam and am vibrating out of existence imagining scenarios. - There are more but I can't possibly list them all in one go, I'll make another fic rec list later 💙

#dpxdc #dcxdp #fic recs #bro's asks

[fandomestuff]

I've seen many people shit on the live action atla ((as we should this is such a bad adaptation and honestly a mid show in itself)) but I haven't really seen people talk stuff about Sokka and Suki

And I want to point out a couple of things that I absolutely hated about what they did to them in live action.

1. The kiss

I hate that they made them kiss at the end of the episode. I hate it so much. Like yes, in the original they both clearly had feelings for each other (especially that later Suki talks about losing sb very important to her, who we know was Sokka), but they weren't rushed like that.

In the original they both grow so much between their meetings. Sokka finally gets together with a girl (not the first girl he meets that's his age, like Suki), kisses sb for the first time, travels the world, meets new people and in general matures.

We don't know much about what Suki is doing during that time, but we know she finally does sth that helps people during war, sth that she said was important to her. She can finally put her skills in leadership to greater use and she feels great about it. She also matures during that time and we know that she still thinks about Sokka and misses him.

Them kissing immediately makes their relationship so much more bland and just... flat.

2. If they make all three seasons, we will probably not get the most iconic line of the show...

Because now Sokka's first girlfriend is technically Suki...

3. The whole scene with Suki teaching Sokka

I cannot empathise enough how important Sokka's sexism is in their relationship. It's something that Suki fixes in him, something she manages to show him... by absolutely kicking his ass. In live action... the fight scene next to those melons was a joke not a fight scene if I can be honest. Idk if it's the writing or the choreography or the actors but it looks so fake and just so bad 💀 And she attacked him while he was still "stretching"??? Suki would never.

What is this 💀💀

But the most important scene, and the one I hate the most in live action, is the one where Suki teaches him a very sacred and traditional and important to Suki and to her culture way of fighting.

In the original, Suki highlights that no man should learn their art and only after Sokka begs Suki to teach him does she agree.

But not without a very important piece that was fully missing from live action which baffles me so much.

The entire armor, the dress and make up.

Not only is it incredibly important to upholding the traditions and keeping the cultural aspect important, but the beautiful, might I add, outfit gives us the depth of Kyoshi Warriors that is just missing from the live action.

"The silk thread symbolizes the brave blood that flows through our veins. The gold insignia represents the honor of the warrior's heart."

It's beautiful. It's meaningful for both of them. It's important. And it's also a way for Suki to mess with Sokka which we love and stan.

I ALSO DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY SUKI TOOK OFF HER MAKE UP FOR THE ALMOST KISS AND THE KISS. It's not like being a Kyoshi Warrior is sth that's bothering her. NO. She's incredibly proud of it!! So. why. take. an. important. part. of. it. away. for. some. stupid. kiss.

WHY NOT GO THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION?? Instead of her taking off her make up for the romantic scene why not just... put make up on Sokka... honestly what's more romantic than putting make up on your crush.

They could have made such a beautiful and intimate scene between these two.

Them sitting in front of each other. Suki putting on Sokka's make up, while either talking about herself or about how important this whole set up is for her and her culture. I wouldn't mind it then because it would give their relationship some depth instead of "omg he's so pretty" "omg she's so pretty." *kiss*

But no. Instead they kissed right next to a group of people (including Suki's mother which just makes is so much more weird) after Suki said sth about Sokka showing her a bit of the world.

And I hate it so much.

It takes away the part where Suki teaches Sokka something very important, something that changes his personality, helps with his arc to Sokka "showing her a bit of the world". How?? With what?? It's not like he took her away from the Island itself or introduced her to his culture. No. He just... showed up and kissed her.

Great writing.

And don't get me starter on the "I'm not just a warrior. I'm a Kyoshi Warrior" line. It's a good line. It really is. But it would be better if the producers actually focused on Suki being a Kyoshi Warrior and not just a girl that has a crush on Sokka.

And while it's compared to "I'm a warrior. But I'm a girl too"... gods I... ughhhhhhh

So yeah. I hated it. I hated the show. All I have to say is:

They ruined my favourite couple. They ruined many great characters. They completely missed the point of the original story.

#and man it hurts me so much how they “matured” Aang #he has like three goofy lines but besides that he's a fucking philosopher #why #why would they do that #i could talk about why this show is so bad for hours really #i don't mind there being changes but not like that #oh! and btw this isn't hate on the actors #i actually think they would be perfect sokka and suki if the writing was good #looking at the screen of their kiss makes me so happy honestly!! #but then i remember the context and i want to bang my head on the wall #so yeah this is a hate post on the writers and netflix #live action avatar the last airbender #atla #avatar the last airbender #avatar the last airbender live action #avatar #avatar live action #sokka #suki #sukka #sokka x suki

[quinloki]

hello! i wonder if you still do the kinky one piece headcanon? if you do, could you please do ace, zoro, and smoker with brat taming, hate sex, and dirty talk? please and thank you!

feel free to customise this according to your liking ;)

You guys are hitting me with some good stuff I swear - but it's officially my long weekend start, so I can knock a few of these out if that's what I'm feeling like XD

Brat Taming, Hate Sex and Dirty Talk? Good, good options - I might end up with a more rival vibe, enemies starting to realize they're in deep for the hate sex, more than actual like angry-angry sex. We'll see how the mood carries me.

(I generally write these in one big go, for better or worse XD)

We'll go with the quasi alphabetical order you've provided (go go last names first alphabetical ordering).

Portgas D. Ace:

Brat Taming - Yes - Ace doesn't get into it too much, he makes a better brat than brat tamer, but he doesn't dislike it. He assumes his preference is in dealing with a brat that's not too willful, but if you give him serious hell one day and he doesn't use any safe words, he ends up pinning you down and fucking the brat straight out of you.

Emotions were flared, skin was flared, hell Ace probably literally caught on fire at some point. The whole thing was just hot and you were both an exhausted sweaty mess as the end of it. Switch that he is, he start leaning a little less 50/50 and more 70/30.

Hate Sex - Ace is completely undecided on this kink if you ask him, but if there's that one person - a rival probably, someone he keeps managing to cross proverbial swords with, someone who can keep up with him and with whom there never seems to be a clear winner. If at some point he and that one person end up crossing more than just swords he'll wake up the next day with a few revelations.

The sex was amazing, and the entire night was the two of you fighting for dominance. Ace will swear he won out, but hell, so will you, it probably starts another fight. But it was really really good sex, and oh god he didn't even know.

Dirty Talk - I guess - he's bad with words. He's so, SO BAD with words, bless his fiery little heart. He's a man of action. His words can be good, and they often come from the heart, and he has dropped some dirty talk in the midst of a good session, but he can't think about it, cause once he does he doesn't know what words to use. Whether he's the one gasping and moaning, or making you gasp and moan, he's more comfortable with the formless sounds of pleasure than trying to put it to words.

If you can get him blissed out and little and prompt him though, he's really good at it. But he can't realize it, that's the tricky part.

Roronoa Zoro:

Brat Taming - FUCK Yes - He likes the challenge of it. He'll grumble the entire time, he'll say it bothers him, he'll quip that you should just take things and stop struggle against him, but he loves it. It's like fighting with the shitty cook but better. He loves the banter, he loves the look in your eyes when he glares at you at the little bead of sweat slips down your back.

What he really enjoys is the conquest, and he's going to conquer you every single time. He loves the little quiver in your lip when your brattiness breaks and the shuddering intake of air before he claims your lips and shuts you up. He'll never admit to it, but he'll never say a safe word to get you to stop, and one the very rare occasions he doesn't have the focus for it, he'll kiss your cheek and pull you into his lap for a nap.

Hate Sex - rather not - Zoro can be, to be, completely feral in bed. He can be in control, he can let you control, he can be gentle, he can go from sunset to sunrise, and he can also go for months without so much as masturbation and be perfectly fine.

The one thing I think he needs is a connection. It's not that he couldn't just fuck, it's that he'd rather not. That feral part will be missing - there's just not going to be the same kind of enjoyment. It'll feel mechanical and it just doesn't vibe with him. The closest Zoro will get to hate sex is if he hasn't realized his feelings for someone are love.

But even if those cases, "hate" or "dislike" aren't the words he'd use to describe how he feels about the other person.

Dirty Talk - If you like being talked dirty to it's a Oh god you don't even know, but if you don't like being talked dirty to, it's a I guess. He doesn't have much of an opinion on it, but he is an Adept Student, and that's one of his strongest points when it comes to kinky things. He'll learn from you, adapt, adjust, discard what doesn't hit right, keep what does. He knows that the tone, volume, and octave of his voice can effect you almost more than the actual words.

He knows dirty talk isn't just the speech itself, it's the aura, the grip, the tug of hair or the pressure holding your body in place. It's a full package deal and don't doubt that he could talk you into an orgasm once he got good enough at it.

Smoker:

Brat Taming - Oh God you don't even know - this man is the Daddy Dom. Sorry, sorry to anyone out there, but I'm not even talking strictly Age Play when I say this. He's got that "Your Superior" vibe, and that DILF energy has nothing to do with actual fatherhood. He grips you by the nape of your neck and tells you to kneel while bringing you to your knees, and half the movement is because they're already weak from the sound of his voice.

Smoker isn't concerned how willful you are or aren't as a brat, at the end of the day you're going to shatter underneath him, one way or another. (He's a sweetheart at his core, he's not going to like, break you against your boundaries or anything.)

Hate Sex - No - Consent is king with this man. Agreements, safe words, contracts even - he's not getting into kinks with someone without express consent. Maybe it's the marine in him, I think it's because he's 60% Strong Daddy Dom Vibes and 40% Cinnamon Roll. He's just Too GODDAMN Sweet at the end of the day.

Brat taming, which he loves, is about as close as he'll ever get to hate sex. Now, make-up sex, that's a possibility.

Dirty Talk - Yes - and he's good at it too. He's more of a "bend to my will" kind of talker in the bedroom, lil' praise, lil' degradation if it turns you on, and dirty talk is certainly mixed in there as well. It's not going to be a large part of the night, but he's just as likely to force you to talk dirty as he is to talk dirty to you.

He's certainly more of a "Tell me what you want in exacting detail, and the better you are at it the better you'll be rewarded."

Kinky One Piece head canons

#kinky one piece head canon #smoker one piece #portgas d ace #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #ace x reader #smoker x reader #x reader

[vikingknight90]

~ Ghostflower oneshot ~

Prompt: Gwen and Miles attempt to enjoy an evening of cuddles and making out, which proves difficult with a hovering mother in the room next door. Inspired by this hilarious fanart. Takes place post-BTSV although I make no direct reference to it apart from Spot being defeated. No warning apart from a certain mother being worried what her son and his girlfriend is up to if she doesn't keep watch. Making out, fluff and parent-teenage embarrassment abound.

(I'll probably be writing a more "appropriate" angsty piece for them later, had to get the silliness out first.) — “Hey, I have a theory.” 

Gwen squeezed Miles’ hand and shifted under his arm to look more directly at him. Miles felt her warm breath on his face and his heartbeat began to pick up. “Oo.. kay? What’s that?” He had to use all his willpower not to glance down at Gwen’s lips, revealing where his thoughts were. As if she could read them, however, Gwen leaned slightly closer and lowered her voice to be just above a whisper.

“How about we make out…” 

Heart pounded in Miles’ chest and electricity darted through him. He had not expected Gwen to suggest it this fast… if even at all. They had shared some kisses here and there since they started dating… only about a week ago. It had been shy, inexperienced, short kisses, often interrupted by bad timing on their part, attempted during missions where either Hobie or Pavitr were quick to tease them, and they hadn’t really gotten the opportunity for alone time together after the huge mess of defeating the Spot. Until tonight, that was.

Snuggled together under a blanket on Miles’ bed, watching an action flick on his laptop, Miles couldn't remember a moment he'd felt happier. Or more nervous. The feeling of Gwen leaning against his body, her arm around his torso, the scent of her soft hair against his nose. He hoped she couldn’t somehow hear how loud his heart beat when they had first settled in the position. If only he knew, it was the same for Gwen. The Spider-girl hoped that Miles somehow couldn’t feel how hard her own heart drummed next to him. Eventually, the two teens had managed to calm their hearts and enjoy the closeness, even if Miles still found it hard to focus entirely on the movie, his head filled with thoughts of wanting to make out with her instead. Gwen herself had seemed invested in the movie, however, and he didn’t want to risk being turned down (how embarrassing would that be?). So Miles had tried to shake the intrusive thoughts out of his head the best he could. 

Then, of course, there was his mom in the living room right next to them. In just half an hour, she had “coincidentally” come to get something from his room, or offer them something to drink, three times already. The way she’d shot Miles a brief glare through the last of these visits that Gwen hadn’t noticed had made her thoughts clear. 

No funny business under my roof.

But now Gwen had turned to look at him with those cerulean eyes, her oh so inviting lips, and offered for them to make out herself. Miles couldn’t imagine how he was supposed to say no. 

“....aaand if your mom comes to check on us, I have a feeling our Spider-senses will tell us.”

A chuckle escaped Miles’ lips. He hadn’t thought of that being a possibility. Gwen leaned closer and unlike him, didn’t even try to hide her gaze flickering between his eyes to his lips. “Heh… you really think that’ll work?” Miles finally faltered and answered her gaze by letting his eyes fall to her lips too. 

A soft, adorable laugh from those beautiful lips, followed by a playful shrug of their owner. 

“Well… I’m willing to risk it.” Gwen’s voice barely above a whisper now and she closed the gap between them even further.

Miles could barely mumble out a quiet “Me too.” and their lips finally met.

Electricity pulsed through Miles at the contact. He had been amused to find it did those few times they’d kissed. Apparently his powers meant his excitement got to him in strange ways. And with Gwen wasting no time to wrap her arms around his head and pressing herself further against him, the electricity increased tenfold this time. Miles pushed through the nerves to return the kiss and carefully cup her waist while he did so. A soft moan escaped her lips, and Miles thought he would faint at the sound. He tightened his embrace and Gwen answered by opening her mouth, inviting him further in.

Hearts pounded hard in both teenagers’ chests. It was their first time making out, and it sent thrills through them. Gwen let her hand caress at the back of Miles’ neck, another ran through his hair. Miles found some exposed skin at her waist and carefully caressed her there, which earned a shy chuckle from her that made him weak. He felt an urge to push her down onto the bed, inviting them to make out while lying down, but managed to restrain himself, he didn’t dare push his luck. … Not yet anyway. Another quiet moan hummed from Gwen’s lips at one of their brief breaks for air, and they both responded with tightening the embrace even further, their lips carefully, but eagerly meeting again.  A blissful minute of kissing passed before the universe apparently decided that Gwen’s theory required confirmation. The two teens’ eyes flew open while their lips were still connected, a vibration in their heads as the all-too-familiar sensation of ‘Danger!’ gave them a clear message: Time was up. Lips parted with a smack and Gwen nearly jumped backwards from Miles’ lap that she had partly leaned on, Miles likewise jerked backwards in a motion that made him bump the chair by his leg and the laptop fell to the floor with a loud thud. 

Smooth, Miles! 

A loud knock at the door that Rio could have saved herself as the door swung open while she knocked. Miles’ mom barely hid an irritated expression on her face this time while she peered through, a bowl of chips in her hand, the poorly disguised reason for this particular interruption. 

“Miles, my dear, you forgot the chips!” “Mom! Seriously??”

Rio took in the sight that met her: Miles hurriedly picking the laptop from the floor for some reason, Gwen awkwardly straightening her hair and avoiding her eyes, a clear crimson colour to her cheeks. Haggard breathing told her that both teens were slightly out of breath. 

Rio figured her timing had been just right this time. 

  Miles’ face flushed with embarrassment and irritation (but mostly embarrassment) that welled up inside. Placing the laptop back at the chair, he jumped up to meet his mom, knowing full well his cheeks were likely a darker shade he couldn’t hide from her. Seeing her unimpressed stare, he truly felt she could read perfectly well on his face what had occurred before she came in.

“It sure got quiet in here, huh?” Rio’s eyes daggered as Miles reached her and took the bowl with a forced smile. 

“Mom. I told you we’re watching the movie. I was just about to get the chips myself, ha-ha, sorry for forgetting.” 

“Uh-huh. I’m sure watching a movie is how your laptop ended up on the floor.” 

A glance at Gwen with the last words. The teenage girl jolted in her seat and still struggled to meet Miles’ mother’s eyes, her cheeks getting hotter by the second. 

“I-I was going to show Miles something and I bumped it, Mrs. Morales. I’m sorry.” she stammered and felt relieved that she at least remembered to use her last name this time. The sight of Rio’s one eyebrow arching at her comment, however, followed by a mocking nod as if she only pretended to believe her, made Gwen quickly decide to not say anymore.

Stop making it worse for yourself, Gwen.

“Y-yeah, so there you have it, mom.” Miles nervously laughed as his heart still hammered in his chest, lingering feelings of the make-out mixed with the embarrassment of nearly having been caught in it doing somersaults in his gut. He moved to slowly close the door, hoping she was at least about to leave them again now that she’d successfully interrupted them… again. Unfortunately, Rio had other plans this time. 

“Ah-ah” she said, her hand stopping the door, her stare not faltering one bit. 

“I think we’re leaving the door open this time.” 

Miles looked for a sign in his mom's expression if she might be joking, that she couldn’t be this concerned he and Gwen were doing god knows what if the door was closed, but he found none. It remained that unwavering, strict stare that he had no choice but to abide. Still, he couldn’t stop himself from further trying. 

“Are you kidding, mom?? We are not-” “Don’t argue with me, Miles. Door. Stays. Open.”

Gwen watched Miles huff himself up from the bed and worried if this might escalate further. She figured it might be needed for her to speak up after all. 

“It-it’s okay, Miles. We’ll leave the door open, Mrs. Morales.” 

“Well.” Rio said with a satisfied smile, her first one this evening. “Thank you, Gwen.” Gwen braved a small smile back at her, watching as the air went out of Miles while Rio met her smile, then gave her son one last stare, slightly more playful this time as if she felt humoured by Gwen’s support. Rio stepped out again and both teens listened while her footsteps disappeared into the living room nearby, joining Jeff on the couch who, unbeknownst to them, had quietly listened and chuckled under his breath the whole time, more amused at the situation than anything. Not that he was a big fan of his son locking himself in his room with his girlfriend either, but he had known full well he could leave it up to his wife to handle.   “Man… I’m so sorry.” Miles slumped his way back to Gwen and dared himself to take her hand while he sat down. At least the door being open couldn’t stop him from doing that. Gwen shifted towards him with a smile and squeezed his hand back.

“Hey, don’t be… it was kind of my fault.” she said in almost a whisper, not wanting to risk if Rio could hear what they were saying from the living room on top of it.

“I guess it confirmed my theory… kind of.” she giggled, and the warm feeling returned to both their faces as they remembered that tender embrace they’d been in before the interruption. “Yeah…” Miles bit his lip and squeezed her hand further. “It did warn us… we might have been a bit too into or else we'd have stopped quicker?” Their eyes met and both cheeks darkened, for a moment Miles wanted to move in to kiss her again, just a small kiss, open door be damned. But a sudden clearing of a throat from the living room (was that really random or was his mom hearing his thoughts now?) shook them both out of the gaze and they returned to sit shoulder-to-shoulder.

Miles cleared his own throat from his flustered state and bent forward to find where the movie had paused itself on when the laptop had met the floor, and pressed play. Leaning back, he took the opportunity to wrap his arm back around Gwen, returning them to their earlier position, Gwen leaning against his side and head resting against his chin. It was still enough to make Miles’ heart drum in his chest. Sitting like this, the two of them being allowed quiet moments of simply being two teenagers in love, it felt amazing. He absent-mindedly caressed Gwen's arm and hoped she was feeling every bit the same.

“Hey…” Once again, she spoke up from below him and shifted herself to meet his eyes. 

“Yeah…?” 

Soft lips pressed against his again. A quick, but warm kiss. Gwen let it linger just a little before pulling away. Their noses brushed and Miles bit his lips to avoid a silly grin. Darts of electricity still pulsed through him.  

“To be continued…” she whispered, a shy smile on her face before she settled back down against his chest, her right arm wrapped back around his torso. “Sounds good to me.” Miles murmured and pressed a kiss against her head, trying to direct his attention to the movie and not think too much about the promise of more making out the next time they’d have more privacy. But eventually, the plot of the film managed to grab their attention, and the next time Rio insisted on peeking in, neither her son nor his girlfriend noticed her but were fully engrossed in some exciting battle going on at his laptop. 

It was good that they didn’t notice her, they might have thought she wouldn’t approve of the embrace they were in and let go of each other, Rio thought, and she couldn’t help but admit to herself that they did look adorable. Gwen lied halfway on Miles’ chest and her son’s arm wrapped around her shoulder in return, his head rested on the blonde head with that peculiar haircut. Rio was almost about to say how cute they looked out loud and enjoy the funny scene of startling them and embarrassing her son again… intentionally this time, but ultimately Rio thought better of it. She could admit as much that she had bothered them enough for one day, and quietly stepped out again, thinking to herself that she truly did like Gwen and that Miles was dating her… it was just important to establish boundaries within her own home, that was all. And she’d be lying if she thought she didn’t enjoy embarrassing her son… just a little. It was a mother’s job after all. -----

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[lovekendri]

study sesh | sebastian sallow

sebastian sallow x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend wasn't one to study, but when he spilled ink on your notes, he became the biggest pout ever.

cw: established relationship, seventh-year!sebastian, sorta possessive!sebastian, soft!sebastian, mention of smutty things, slight size difference (kink?)

wc: 2.4k

type: ❀

It wasn't uncommon for Sebastian to insist on following you to the library to study, though he wasn't even close to the type to spend his free time studying. If you or Ominis even bothered to ask him, he would scoff back and give you a look of disappointment with a hint of 'you-know-me-better-than-that'.

"Why do you all of a sudden want to study with me?" you asked, clutching the books in your worn bag at your side. A smile was scribbled all over your face, walking slightly ahead of your boyfriend.

"Am I not allowed to be intelligent for once?" he blurted back, the swish of his robes becoming less prominent as his long legs kept steady strides, pushing himself into your peripheral every now and then.

"I love when you're intelligent," you stated, slowing your pace as you approached the entrance to the library. "I just always question why you only go with me, even though Ominis asks you all the time."

He had slowed along with you as you pushed the library door open, your bags clunking each other with heavy books that you knew he wouldn't take one look at.

"I don't have to explain my questionable actions to you," he said, following you very closely as you walked to the back of the library to your table you had always claimed if you managed to get Sebastian to study with you, but it was also yours and Ominis' table when he would ask you to study herbology or transfiguration with him.

"I would assume you do," you smiled as you spoke, setting your bag on the well-loved wooden table at the back of the library, right on top of a small heart very clearly engraved with the initials of S and another letter that had been taken over by aggressive scribbling. You could only assume they broke up.

"Ever wonder who those belong to?" you asked, moving your bag slightly over to reveal the heart so Sebastian could see it. He looked closely at it, before pursing his lips and shrugging his shoulders.

"Could be us," he stated, throwing his bag onto the table and throwing himself onto a chair opposite you. "Minus the break up scribble."

"Oh, please, Sebastian," you scoffed, pulling out your ink well and feather pen and placing a piece of parchment in front of you. "If it bothers you enough, carve our initials into this table."

"If you say so," he chirped, pulling out a dull feather and beginning to dig it into the table.

"I didn't mean actually—" you began, before he shushed you and continued his aggressive digging into the grooves of the table.

You sighed, a happy sigh, a sort of sigh of relief as you realized he would do that in a heartbeat, flaunt you in a heartbeat, show that you're his and his to keep in a heartbeat. You watched as the loose curls of his brown locks flowed back and forth with his rough arm movements, the dull feather tip actually beginning to dig valleys into the table, a lopsided heart appearing under his veiny hands. His arms were appeared rather large, even under his robes.

You felt like you had been staring too long, admiring the way his hair moved with him, falling out of the perfect, messy stature it had always appeared in. The only time you'd see him this way is after he'd wake up, fluffing his hair and messing it around—with muscular arms, beautiful hands—to appear with volume after he'd slept with his face buried in your chest all night.

Your momma's boy.

You'd remember those nights forever, the little chirps he made in his sleep, or the times he'd exhale deeply and grunt, wrapping his big arms tighter around you as he fell into a deeper sleep. Your fingers would be wrapped in his hair, your ring finger and pinky soothingly rubbing soft up and down motions on his neck, yet barely covering the expanse of the skin.

"What are you admiring me for?" he looked up at you, his eyebrow quirked up in a questioning manner, the quill in his hand paused in motion on the completed heart now engraved in the table.

"I'm not," you snorted, looking back down at your plain parchment and scribbling 'Herbology, Chap. 34' in the heading. "Why would I admire you?"

"You've admired other things, especially when you're..," he trailed off, a smirk curling on his lips. You watched his head lean down once more, this bounce of his hair giving it away as he leaned forward to rub the now even duller point of the quill into the table.

"I'm what?" you shot your head up, leaning over the fresh ink on your parchment.

"Nothing," he looked up at you, your eyes meeting his beautiful chocolaty ones, the smirk still prominent on his face.

It was hard to stare at him without your cheeks turning a red tint. He was utterly gorgeous, his square jaw set with a smile, his plush pink lips that always curved in the right ways when he'd kiss you or whisper to you with his hand cupped around your face. As much as you denied it the first time you'd met, as much as you denied it every time that you admired him with those puppy dog eyes that he always said you had, he was gorgeous. You were rather lucky to have him. His cocky, arrogant, egotistical self that loved you oh so well. His admirable ways and sometimes completely outrageous behavior made up Sebastian Sallow, the boy you had come to love in fifth year against all possible odds. The handsome true smile that he carried set in stone, the soft and careful yet big and muscular arms that he would use to hold you in the darkest of nights, his long legs pulling you close in the dead of night when nobody else would. The long, gentle fingers that caressed your body in the darkest of times when you had been hurting with the burden of anything and everything.

The boy who loved you more than you could love yourself.

"You're bad at hiding your blush, I think I've told you that before."

You scoffed, taking your eyes away from him and beginning to write down your herbology notes from the book.

You two sat in silence as you wrote at least a half a page of notes, writing about the Venomous Tentacula that you would be using in your next class. It was good to sit with him, his presence and the sound of the feather pen digging into the table was enough to give you the motivation to want to continue writing your notes, even when the cramp in your hand would take over after hours and hours of taking notes the last week.

When you'd finished the page, you set it aside and pulled the attention of Sebastian, he'd noticed you completed those notes in such a short time, when he had been carving your initials into a table while you were being productive.

You began on a second page, ignoring his gaping mouth at your swiftness.

You once again sat in silence for a while, and eventually Sebastian had finished his engraving. You looked at it for a few moments before smiling at him and calling him cute, earning a scoff from him and a look of disgust at your terrible compliment. You were close to finishing your second page, and you'd finished two pages of notes in about an hour, including the small bickering between you and Sebastian.

The evening was approaching, the large windows in the library beginning to coat the room in the dark afternoon sunset, mixes of purple and blues overtaking young and old faces inside. Lamps began to light with students sitting themselves in new places, or students who had been in the room for hours that had finally turned on their lamps because they could no longer see where they were writing.

Instead of taking notes, Sebastian had begun to fiddle with the edges of your parchment, his head rested on one arm with the other outstretched to the side of your parchment.

When you met his hand on the corner, you paused for a moment, taking in the sight of the growing veins showing through his fair skin. You nudged his hand out of the way to finish your word—requires—to end off your sentence before moving to the next part.

Sebastian nudged your hand back a little too hard, messing up the s and splattering your well of ink all over your parchment.

"Merlin!" you gasped, pushing your chair out of the way, trying to avoid getting ink all over your robes.

Sebastian shot off his arm, quickly picking up the well and standing up out of his chair to grab for his wand.

"Scourgify," he said, the ink disappearing off the table, but leaving your ruined stack of notes.

You sighed, standing up from your chair and looking at your ink soaked notes.

"I'm sorry," Sebastian murmured, turning to look at you, but looking back when you didn't look at him.

You weren't angry with him, but you were a little upset that your notes were ruined. You stood for a moment, acknowledging the sad tone in his apology at turning to look at him.

He looked guilty, he often did when he had done something that he didn't mean to do. His lips were downturned a bit, head hanging low. When he messed up, it hit him hard. You didn't mean to make him upset or even remotely hurt his feelings.

"It's okay, Seb," you replied, a small sad smile appearing on your lips as you turned to him, grabbing on to his arm and looking up at him. You stepped closer to him, bumping your chest into his abdomen. "I can redo my notes, but I'm not going to make it a big deal, can't redo this with you."

The look of guilt disappeared off his face slowly, a knowing smirk replacing it as a soothing, large hand made it's way to your back. He looked down at you with such admiration darkened with a want to touch you and hold you.

"Did you just get all sentimental on me?" he asked, tilting his head to the side and smiling down at you.

"Maybe I did," you said, trying to suppress the giggle hiding in your throat as he looked down at you.

He rolled his eyes, that playful look he always grew behind it, grabbing your wrist and book bags before slinging them over his shoulder.

"I can't believe you got all soft with me," he scoffed, starting the climb toward the Room of Requirement. "You're gross."

"Oh, puh-lease," you drawled, smacking him in the shoulder as you began to climb the exhausting stairs of Hogwarts. "You're soft sometimes too."

"Am not."

"You are."

"Shut up, pretty girl."

You shut your mouth, not to listen to him, but to keep yourself from pulling a rather embarrassing scream. He didn't call you names like that often, but when he did, it was like your world was at peace. The sometimes rough and degrading words he would spit at you, or the sweet and admirable praises that would roll off his tongue like they were your name. It was enjoyable to hear, no matter insulting or lovey.

It only took a little while to reach the Room, being half dragged and half dragging him as you climbed outrageous amounts of stairs.

As the door appeared, you pushed through it to reveal a lovely, completely made up room of your dreams. You had always stayed in a sort of room like this, a large, cozy canopy bed in the middle of the warm ambiance that shimmered in the dark. A large window stood just above the bed, revealing the view and lighting outside the castle, dark moonlight coated between a pale gray sky. Silky curtains hung around the thick, fluffy bed, a beautiful chandelier overhead that casted a yellow glow over the room.

Sebastian sat down on the edge of the bed, dragging you with him and pulling you between his legs to rest your thighs against his. He held on to your thighs, just below your butt, and took a moment before he tugged the sleeves of your robes to pull them off. You kicked off your shoes, climbing in next to him as he laid back. His hair scattered around his head, the strands of curls circling his head in a sea of cocoa.

He murmured something, the light in the room disappearing and leaving the cast of the window in the room to give you light.

"C'mere," he whispered, his hands curled around your hips, pulling you close to him as he murmured unintelligibly. His eyes were already half closed in the early night, beautiful features illuminated in the soft glow of the room. His arms wrapped around your body, pulling your chest close to his face as he buried himself in the warmth of you. Hair fell all over your shirt, coating you in the scent of his shampoo as he dug himself impossibly closer into your body.

This was just how you'd remembered earlier. The coziness and comfort of his body that pulled you in. The curves of his body fit yours like a puzzle piece.

You wrapped a soothing arm around him, the grip of his muscular arms growing even stronger and tighter as he kept you in place. Your hands snuck gently up his back, pushing themselves in his hair as his vice grip softened with the motion, his legs tangling with yours.

"Is your tie bothering you, baby?" you whispered, your fingers massaging small circles into his scalp as he breathed slowly into the fabric of your shirt.

"No," he murmured back, the sound of his voice muffled and changed as he spoke directly into your body.

You smiled as him though he couldn't see it, your other hand reaching to wrap around his side. He looked majestic, hair fluffed up and messy from snuggling into you, he was like a rather large baby, his long legs and thick arms constricting around you like seatbelts.

His breathing began to even out, and you whispered a small 'I love you' into his hair, before placing a light kiss on the top of his head and laying your head against the bed.

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[amourisms]

souvenir.

summary : you’ve always hated wally, especially his tendency to collect souvenirs and moreso to leave them around the secret sanctuary… though you don’t exactly mind him collecting one more.

pairing : wally west x fem!reader

warnings : unprotected sex, semi-public sex ( kitchen ) oral ( m rec ), facefucking, a lot of verbal teasing / banter and i forgot everything else so yeah

wc : 2.2k

a/n : sorry it took me so long to get this fic back up after accidentally deleting it but it is finally here!! again, this is inspired from the young justice universe but isn’t particular to yj.

"you've got to be kidding me." you spoke under your breath as you stumbled over the unmistakable bunched up fabric that was a piece of count vertigo's cape. with your general annoyance at wally and his tendency to leave a mess around the base, you stormed into the kitchen, undoubtedly where he would be. his eyes were focused, scrounging through the fridge and unaware of your presence. he'd gotten a cold bottle of water and closed the fridge, jumping at the sight of you.

"are you trying to give me a heart attack?" he asked, the shock wearing down.

"are you capable of not leaving your mess everywhere?" you retorted and mocked holding up the souvenir, making him roll his eyes whilst unscrewing the bottle's cap.

"it's not that big of a deal." wally shrugged taking a sip from his water bottle.

"if it's not that big of a deal, then you surely wouldn't mind me tossing it out, right?" you asked knowing his answer.

"you can't chuck it out." he said, his teeth slightly gritted.

"then stop leaving your dumb souvenirs just laying around." you told him with finality clear in your tone.

"you're such a control freak." he muttered with his lips pressed around a single edge of the bottle's opening. 

on the verge of losing your temper, you tossed the cape piece at him, hitting him straight in the face murmuring a small "whatever" and began walking off. though the act proved useless seeing as wally had managed to super speed in front of you, trapping you. 

"a bit rude to walk away from a conversation, isn't it?" his voice just dripping with sarcasm. 

"just let me leave." you told him straightforwardly with an attempt of walking around him although that only left you trapped between his arms and the counter behind you. your breath faltered, realising the proximity between the two of you and you'd be surprised if he hadn't of noticed seeing as he'd been eyeing you down. 

just as determined to intimidate him as he had been you, you began to stare him down as well, looking into his undeniably gorgeous greens. he had stepped closer in an attempt to unnerve you, and you almost would've been had the counter not been behind you to keep your knees from wobbling. the moment seemed to last forever, giving you the chance to analyse features you hadn't of noticed before like his stupidly perfect freckles and his stupidly fitting smirk and his stupidly soft-looking spiky red hair.

god, you hated him and his stupid face.

a bit lost in the thought of him and a little in his eyes, you weren't able to pinpoint the moment his lips pressed against yours or the moment he lifted you up onto the counter behind you. 

wally had nudged himself between your legs, his hands holding onto your hips tightly. your hands had found its way to his head, one resting on the nape of his neck and the other roaming his hair, which was in fact as soft as it looks. he had managed to slip his tongue through your lips, making you shuffle closer to him, making you more desperate for him. 

he chuckled at your actions, the vibrations only making you more needy. your hands left his neck and hair and travelled to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it. understanding your intentions, wally broke the kiss and peeled his shirt off in a singular smooth motion to reveal his lean yet muscular body. instead of returning to the kiss he began kissing your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin. 

wally tugged at your shorts, though before he could do anything you gently placed your hand on his wrist, stopping him. he lifted his eyes to meet yours though keeping his lips hovered over your neck, his furrowed brows questioning the action. 

"what if they hear?" you ask with unintended innocence, which frankly only turned him on more. wally continued placing kisses on your skin, that was sure to leave marks. 

"well that depends on you. i know how to keep quiet, do you?" he asked rhetorically, placing a kiss between the sentences, sucking on your sweet spot after the last question which in turn made you moan.

you blush and slap a hand over your mouth, only being able to muffle the embarrassment as he chuckles at your sounds. 

he brings his face to yours and brings your arm down with one of his. the gesture letting you take the opportunity to shuffle off the counter and trail kisses down his torso, your knees bending as you go further along until you're fully down on your knees. your fingers played with the band of his sweatpants, which failed to hide his hard on. in an attempt to regain control, you looked up at him with faux-innocence as you bought his sweatpants down slowly. taking your precious time, you just as slowly bought down his boxers to reveal his large length as he stepped out of both pieces of clothing.

you lick the underside of his dick from the base to the tip at a teasingly slow pace, making him emit a groan. "thought you could keep quiet?" you question with doe eyes filled with sarcasm, your hand continuing to stimulate him at the same pace as your tongue. he does nothing but roll his eyes, which he continues to do when you swirl your tongue around his tip in a smooth motion. 

finally you take as much of him into your mouth as you can making him grunt, your hand taking care of what your mouth can't. you continue bobbing your head on his cock whilst trying to find his hand. upon finding it, you bring it to the back of your head, in which he grabs a fistful of hair and yet again, understanding your intentions he begins moving your head back and forth. 

both your hands find a resting place on his thighs, as to not lose your balance as he moves your head faster but with every few or so thrusts he slows, making himself fit at the back of your throat which makes you gag slightly. "look at you," he starts, "finally putting that mouth of yours to use." emitting a deep laugh, now mercilessly fucking your throat. tears stream down your face from his rough force, spit slips out the corner of your mouth and your grip on his thighs tighten as he only gets rougher the closer he gets to coming. wally twitches and unloads himself in your mouth, taking his hand off the back of your head giving you the chance to swallow, which you do. 

"tongue out." he demands and you follow which he then taps his dick on your tongue, making sure you take every last drop.

"i can't fucking stand you." you tell him, still slightly pissed at his comment despite it going straight to your core. 

"that why you're on your knees for me, babe?" he questions rhetorically, picking you up and placing you on the counter. 

this time he tugs at the hem of your baggy shirt which you lifted your arms to aid him in taking it off. next, he pulled down your shorts and panties in one swift motion tossing it gently beside you on the counter. he was already hard again considering his enhanced refractory period, his dick and fingers inching closer and closer to your core whilst he placed kisses everywhere from your collarbone to your ear. he dragged his fingers down to reach your clit, his thumb drawing soft circles urging a moan from you.

"so wet already," he began whilst nibbling your earlobe "tell me, sweetheart. is this how much you hate me?" 

his voice was deep and husky, a massive change to his normal sweet tone he kept even when he'd yell at you, making you even wetter which he clearly noticed seeing as he let out another chuckle. 

he began lining himself up with your entrance, sliding in slowly and kissing you simultaneously to muffle the sounds you'd undoubtedly make. you gasped into the kiss, and so did he. your hands firmly held the edge of the counter as his free hand held your back.

he broke away from the kiss, though his face still intimately close to yours and you nodded at him once you adjusted to his size. biting your bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood, wally began thrusting into you getting faster and harder.

your arms moved around his neck as you hid your face in the crook of his shoulder. wally was perfect, hitting your g-spot and making you clench around him. your moans and whimpers only egging him on, he went harder and harder, making your mind fuzzy with bliss. the hand that rested on your back, slid up slightly and began unhooking your bra, which stayed loose on your upper arms though still letting wally see your breasts bounce with every thrust. that same hand had snaked its way to your front and began cupping your tits, "fuckin' hate how gorgeous you are" he confessed in a grunt. 

you could feel the knot in your stomach wind tighter and tighter yet simultaneously almost become undone, though the final straw was when wally brought a hand to rest in the fold on your hip as his thumb worked your clit. 

"fuck, wally, i'm gonna come" you informed him in ragged breaths and punctuated words with the help of his every thrust. "come for me, babe," wally began though cut himself off with a groan as you twitched and clenched around his cock. almost as if on his command you came with a specifically violent twitch, turning your vision blurry for a second and a wave of pure bliss travelling through your body as wally kept an unfaltering pace.

although his kept pace was unrestrained, he did consider this nothing compared to how he'd ruin you after he'd given you time to come down from your high.

once he had given you time to come down, he had pulled out, flipped you over and reinserted himself before you could even register what was happening thanks to his super speed. you were now standing, bent over the counter as he began quickening his pace once again hitting a completely new angle that made you feel weak in the knees. your legs began to wobble and if it weren't for his fast reactions you were certain you would have fell.

now, wally had a hand on your waist and his forearm holding your hips not only keeping you upright but also keeping you from the edges of the counter. unintelligible sounds were escaping your lips, and with the hand on your waist wally had instead leaned over and forced two fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet.

he was ramming into you hard and fast and he was hitting just the right spot, your mind was malfunctioning with the sensations you were feeling and despite your sounds being muffled you were still moderately loud. wally leaned even further in, "sh, sh, shh. be a good fleshlight for me, yeah?" his tone was gentle and soft contrasting his forceful thrusts and earlier words.

you could feel yourself coming yet again and you knew wally was about to as well considering the way his dick was convulsing inside you. "wanna be a good girl and be my cumslut?" wally asks his voice deep and silky. with his fingers still in your mouth and desperate for anything he'd give you, you nod your head with a muffled string of m's. 

your mind temporarily blacked out as this orgasm hit harder than the last, leaving your body a spasming mess as the waves washed down your body yet again. during your own release, you had clamped down on wally's cock like a vice making him finish and slow down on his relentless mission of destroying you. "good girl.." he told you as he leaned his head back, shutting his eyes. he finally pulled out, leaving you feeling empty despite the copious amount of white that painted your walls. 

wally sat you back on the counter to rest as he bought you your shirt, got half dressed back in his sweats and began cleaning your combined juices that was still seeping out of you with dampened paper towels. "look at little miss control freak," he started, "seems like you don't mind when its you who makes the mess" he smirks as he continued cleaning you up. once he had finished, he began picking up the clothes thrown around the kitchen. you were sat only in your loose shirt with your bra and shorts next to you though you couldn't seem to locate your underwear with your eyes and you weren't exactly ready for walking yet. "hey wally? have you seen my panti-" though you were cut off by seeing his figure stuff your missing panties in his sweatpants pockets. 

"what are you doing?" confusion and your anger towards him returning slightly.

"souvenir" he says nonchalantly as he walks over to you and places a kiss on your forehead and leaves the room, leaving you to make your way to your room with his cum dripping down your legs.

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[faces-ofvenus]

I would love to read something where Jace is a dom maybe a soft one because of his personality but it would be fun to see him being serious about his responsibilities and his duty and reader keeps teasing him until she earns a spanking ;) btw love what yor writings <3

warnings: contains adult content here, minors don't read, and if you don't like it either.

Brown with pure desire, lust and pleasure, he remembers the mischievous whispers she launched into his ear, she was teasing him, he knew it, upset maybe that he spent so much time away from her, but what could he do? He wanted to be with her too, kiss her, touch her, but being the future heir to the throne was consuming all his soul, and now she was there, dancing with a lord who looked at her like she was a piece of meat, Jace bit his tongue, trying to hold back his anger, he was never very good at it either, but this was an insult not only to him, but to his wife, yes you were married, he was yours of course, but you were totally his, you danced with the lord, but sometimes your gaze would only go to him, with a mischievous smile, a sweet but provocative look.

- My prince... Are you paying attention to what I am saying?

The Lannister lord who was discussing some commercial action with him, looked at him confused, for the first time since the festivities began, he managed to look away.

- I'm sorry, but I'll have to leave for now, Lord Lannister.

The man in front of you with the distinctive blond hair, and red and gold robes, felt like he couldn't say much, but his attention was totally diverted by other conversations, which Jacaerys didn't have much interest in, he then stopped you and the man who was perhaps getting very close to what was his, the man looked at you a little startled, walked away quickly, and apologized several times, Jace just rolled his eyes, when his gaze went straight to you, you gave him an "innocent" look, Jace knew that you were trying to get the worst out of him, it was rare but it happened, and/n knows how much he liked to keep his relationship to four walls, preferably the walls of his bedroom, but this time he just took your hand, which you certainly didn't protest, the force he took your hand was perhaps stronger than any of the other times, and honestly he didn't care if he was being totally discreet.

He threw you on the big board table, honestly Jacaerys was mad, you could only be messing with his head, in any other situation this would never happen, you ran your hands through his hair, squeezing lightly your leather, especially when your lips touched, bit and kissed his neck, moaning softly close to his neck, He squeezed your thighs with a force you would know would have a dark handprint for days to come, asking you to be quiet, even though you could hear the loud sounds of the party from where you stood, it wouldn't be too hard for someone else to notice your absence and quickly find you in this position, you almost completely naked, him attacking your body, and every bit of it.

- You provoked me too much you know, now do the work of apologizing.

Before you could let out a plea from your lips, Jace simply lifted you off the table, and dropped you to your knees, unzipping your pants, and releasing his already hard cock which slapped gently against your lips, you choked but honestly your mouth was salivating at the thought of what was about to happen, he took your hand by the chin, and forced you to look into his eyes, brown with pure desire.

- No, my sweet wife, you will have to show that you are truly sorry.

She grabbed both your thighs as a means to hold on better, while Jace did a little fluffing of his hair, messing up all the hair you had worked so hard to make for tonight, a night that had already been simply forgotten by both of you, you gave a little kiss on the head of his cock, he was letting you tease him, you knew it too well, going so slow it hurt, running your tongue lightly over the red head of Jacaerys, which made him let out little grunts, he let her tease him, for as long as she wanted, but when she finally started to suck his whole length, that's when Jace showed who was in charge of all of this, tightening his hand around her hair, he drove it in a fast, deep speed, that almost made her choke a few times, that only made him feel more pleasure, He stopped abruptly, giving her some breathing room, but y/n just kept spitting on his cock, and kept sucking everything, Jacarys threw her body back slightly, one hand free using the table as a support.

- You're sorry aren't you.

In response she sucked him harder, which made him grunt softly, before she could continue to show him how truly sorry she was for her actions, he pulled her up, her legs weak from the position they had been in before, and Jace sat her down on the edge of the table.

- Now you're going to have to be quiet little girl, or I'm going to punish you, and everyone will know what a slut you are when it comes to my cock.

You didn't have much time to answer, as you felt your walls open up and envelop your lovely husband's entire member, pain and pleasure mixed together and your vision began to blur, your loud moan was quickly covered by Jace's hand, who also gave a slight sigh, mostly of happiness, you were hugging him so tightly inside. He wanted to go deeper with you, he took you on his lap, you two still connected, you passed your legs around him, going even deeper he supported you on the nearest wall while his hands held your waist, going hard and hard inside you, you covered your mouth, knowing that if you released it everyone could find you, especially when you could hear some soul wandering around the castle, but Jace honestly seemed to have forgotten, he was hitting you hard, just wanting to be deeper inside you, his hands tightening around your waist, and to hold back his own moans that wanted to escape, he bit down a little hard on your shoulder.

When you felt that your release was almost coming, when his strokes home, you go little blurts, the prince turned her over and left her, leaning on the table, her feet landing on the floor, leaning over the table, her chest being crushed by the wood, while her moans now unable to be stopped resounded freely, Jace squeezing her ass, the lustful sounds their bodies made, back and forth, with his fingers digging into your ass, he squeezed harder, as he came inside you, you felt his cock pulsing, his hot ribbons expanding inside you, but before you could reach the point that you would be seeing as many stars as he was, Jace simply withdrew his cock and put it away as he leaned in close to your ears.

- That's what you deserve when you're being so rude in front of others, but don't worry, you'll come back at that party, and show that you're sorry and be a good wife, and you'll surely be rewarded.

He gave her a kiss on the lips and walked quickly out the door, back to the party, and left her there needy and sincerely horny and neglected, and now she could have two choices, stay or go.

I promised so much and delivered that forgiveness.

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