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Reminders for fanfic writers who think it “doesn’t count”

✦ Your writing counts. like, a lot. If someone felt something because of what you wrote, then it matters. That scene you almost didn’t post? Yeah. Believe me, someone out there bookmarked it for a reason.

✦ Writing existing characters doesn’t make it “less than.” You’re building arcs, crafting dialogue, emotion, pacing. You’re studying character psychology like a scientist. That’s not “just fanfic,” that’s storytelling.

✦ “but it’s just fanfic” ...no. STOP, it’s craft. It’s understanding tone. It’s hitting emotional beats. It’s layering theme and backstory and prose into something people feel. You’re doing the work, you just don’t get graded on it. (Which, honestly is a blessing.)

✦ Writing fanfic means you love stories enough to live inside them. You care, deeply. You care enough to reimagine, to explore, to add something of yourself to a world you didn’t create and somehow still make it feel brand new.

✦ Someone out there rereads your fic like it’s their favorite book. Maybe they’ve saved a line to their notes app,or they quote it to a friend. Maybe they just think about it when they’re having a bad day. That little fic you almost deleted, it’s comfort now.

✦ Your comments section is real. Every “I needed this” and “this made me cry in a good way” is proof, you don’t need a book deal to matter. You don’t need a publisher to have an impact, because you already do.

FANFIC IS WRITING! Fanfic is yours.

You’re not “just” anything. You’re a writer, own it. Be proud of that.

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Ahem........... Boxer Ace or Law, with a gf/wife that do that type of rough motivation on them when they get beat up on the ring, yknow....... it may be better if it's like a bout underground/illegal fighting too muahhaha

Round One

Pairing: Boxer!Portgas D. Ace x Fem!Reader

Modern / Underground Illegal Fighting AU

Word Count: (1,500)

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Summary: Ace lives for the burn—the fight, the blood, the chaos—and you’re the fire that keeps him grounded in the madness. In the depths of the illegal fighting circuit, you’re not just his girl. You’re the only voice he hears when he’s getting rocked in the ring. But rough love breeds rough loyalty, and when he loses control, you’re right there to drag him back to his feet—then drag him somewhere darker to finish what the fight started.

He bleeds for you. You bite back. That’s just how it works. And you both wouldn’t have it any other way.

Warnings: mentions of Violence / blood / boxing injuriesExplicit sexual content NSFW (fingering, wall sex, dirty talk, slight risk of public exposure) Rough dynamics / rough language Possessiveness / obsession themes Established relationship with chaotic chemistry

MINORS DNI

It was at some trashy underground fight two years ago. Your friend had dragged you there to sell fake IDs and vape pens to sweaty teenagers. You weren’t even into the fights, until you saw him.

Ace.

Too pretty to be brawling. Shirt half off. Laughing in the face of the guy trying to kill him. He moved like fire—fast, untouchable, cocky.

But he lost that night.

You found him afterward in the back alley, bleeding, spitting blood into a cracked bottle of Gatorade.

“You let him hit you like that on purpose?” you asked, crouching beside him.

He looked up, all freckles and bloodied lips. “He owed me money. Figured I’d knock it outta him slower.”

You snorted. “You’re a dumbass.”

Ace grinned. “You got a name, or just insults?”

You handed him a napkin. “[Name]. I patch up dumbasses.”

“Perfect” he said. “I break things. You fix them. Match made in hell.”

He was right. Two weeks later, you were in his corner at his next fight. A month after that, in his bed. And before long, in his heart—even if he only ever said it with a bloody grin and your name gasped against your throat.

—

—

Now The basement was loud—sweat, blood, and beer thick in the air. Concrete walls vibrated from the chanting of the crowd packed shoulder-to-shoulder around the makeshift ring. You were used to it by now, the screaming animals they called spectators and the risk of cops busting through the side doors.

But nothing made your heart beat faster than when he stepped into the ring.

Ace. Your Ace.

He was shirtless, taped fists flexing at his sides, muscles slick with sweat and tension. His freckles contrasted sharply with the crimson bruises already forming on his jaw. He’d been losing the last two rounds. Bad. Too slow. Too cocky. The guy across from him was built like a goddamn refrigerator and fought like he had nothing to lose.

You pressed yourself to the corner ropes, shoving past some idiot holding a drink. “Move.”

The bell clanged.

Round Four.

Ace took another hit—a heavy one that rocked him off his stance. He stumbled back, coughing. The crowd roared like bloodthirsty hyenas.

“COME ON, ACE!”

No response. Just more bobbing, weaving, then bam—another punch to the gut.

Fuck that.

You ducked under the barrier before anyone could stop you, storming toward the edge of the ring, your voice cutting through the noise like a blade.

“ACE, YOU BETTER GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER OR I SWEAR TO GOD—!”

His head turned, dazed. Eyes found yours.

You pointed a finger straight at him like it was a loaded gun. “You gonna let some brick-wall bitch end your streak? You gonna come home dragging your ribs again, acting like a kicked puppy? No. Uh-uh. You’re mine, and you don’t go down unless I say so!”

Ace wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a crooked grin bleeding through the pain. His eyes lit up.

The crowd laughed.

His opponent glanced over, confused—and Ace struck.

Like fire through gasoline.

One hit to the jaw. Another to the ribs. A clean uppercut that sent the other man crashing to the mat like a sack of concrete.

The place exploded. But all you could see was Ace, panting, bloodied, cocky as hell as he staggered back toward your voice.

You met him ringside, your hands grabbing him by the cheeks, smushing his stupidly handsome, bruised face.

“Idiot” you muttered. “You trying to die on me or what?”

He chuckled through a split lip. “Needed a push.”

You kissed him hard, tasting blood and sweat and something like home. “Next time, maybe try dodging first, Firestarter.”

He wrapped his arm around you, fingers twitching from the adrenaline still in his veins. “Where’s the fun in that?”

The second the fight was declared over, Ace didn’t even wait for the announcer. He ducked under the ropes and grabbed you by the waist, dragging you into the back hallway behind the ring—damp concrete, flickering lights, and the sounds of the next bout already beginning.

Your back hit the wall with a thud, and his mouth was on you before you could speak.

“Fuck, babe…” he growled, hands tugging up your shirt. “That thing you said out there—tell me again.”

“You mean when I told you to stop fighting like a little bitch?”

Ace groaned, biting at your neck. “Yeah….that.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding against his abs—taut, bloodied, shaking with adrenaline. “You’re so hot when you fight like that.”

“Then you must be soaking right now” he murmured, voice low and cracked, hand sliding down into your jeans like he knew the answer.

He wasn’t wrong.

Your breath hitched as his fingers found you—already wet, already pulsing with need from the fight, from the danger, from him. His knuckles still had blood on them, smeared across your thigh as he pushed your underwear aside sinking through your puffy folds and circled your clit with filthy precision.

“You come to every fight like this?” he rasped. “Wet for me before I even step in the ring?”

You moaned, head hitting the wall. “Only when you fight like you’re gonna die.”

“That’s the only way I know how to fight.”

He sucked your tongue into his mouth, then pushed two fingers inside you, curling just right. Your hips bucked, riding his hand, chasing that high while he whispered shit that made your knees weak.

“You’re mine, y’know that? You yell at me like you own me, and fuck—you do.”

You clenched around his fingers, losing it completely when his thumb pressed harder on your clit. He kept you pinned with one arm and worked you open with the other, bruised knuckles curling against your sweet spot until your thighs were shaking.

“You gonna come?” he asked while watching you nod immediately after with a whine. “Right here where they can hear you? Let ‘em all know whose pussy this is? Who makes you scream like this?”

“Yes, Ace—fuck—don’t stop—”

You broke with a shudder, legs trembling, crying out his name as your orgasm hit like a wave. He kissed you through it, all heat and teeth and possessive growls.

But he wasn’t done.

“You think I fought like that just to finger you in a hallway?” he grunted, undoing his jeans with one hand. “Nah, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck you like I earned it.”

And he did.

Right there against the concrete slipping his dick in slow, then fast and deep and filthy. With one of your hands gripping his sweat-slick shoulder and the other stuffed in your mouth to muffle the moans. You came again with him growling your name like it was the only word he knew.

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Pet Name Headcanon List

Portgas D. Ace x female reader- Babe

Warnings: Ace being an annoying puppy lol, pussy drunk for sure, back shots to pronebone, sloppy/drooling Ace

*banner*

One thing about Ace is he's gonna babe the hell outta ya. All day, every day no matter the situation or the mood he's in.

"Morning babe."

"Hey babe, want some breakfast?"

"Babe wow! Just wow! You look great babe."

"But babe~ I thought we were gonna cuddle~"

"What the hell babe you could've gotten yourself killed I was worried. Please babe don't do that again."

"I love you babe."

But your favorite of all is when his voice drops lower and more drawn out as he fucks into your sloppy, dripping wet cunt from behind. "Uh fuuuck- babe you feel so goood~." His voice was like silk wrapping over your body as he slams his hips into your backside. Heavy balls swinging to smack into your clit causing you to gasp into the pillows.

"Ah! A-Ace! Yes! Right there baby-" You encourage loudly as you try and look back at him, brows knit together tightly and mouth hanging open. Ace practically loses it when he sees your wrecked expression staring back at him, his equally as ruined. Freckled cheeks red to his ears, lip bitten raw from him trying to keep in his sounds but you felt too good for him to conceal it all. "Nngh babe~" Ace would whine as his brows would furrow even more, eyes pleading you for something that you weren't sure of.

"Babe- hah nngh fuck- babe you're pussy is -oh shit- it's squeezing me so tight! Fuck you feel- sooooo good babe."

Like he was a broken record as his hips pounded into your sticky, noisy cunt. "Babe- babe- oh my God babe." Eyes rolling back as he throws his head back unable to meet your gaze or he might explode. "Fuuuuck- babe you can't- ah- you can't look at me like that." Ace groans practically begging. "Please - please babe I can't take it." Drool was slipping from his mouth, his mind short circuiting from the vice grip you had on his cock.

"Ace- Ace baby, come here." Your choked out voice calls to him and he only whines as he goes to glue himself to your back. Strong arms coming to wrap around your shoulders, caging you in tightly. Spit slicked lips kissing along your cheek to your jaw. Messy, so messy as he kissed you all over. Cock thrusting in deeper at the angle as he forced you into the mattress.

So whiny as he spoke brokenly in your ear, "Babe~ babe you're killing me." You would laugh if his cock wasn't smacking the air out of your lungs. So so deep, the plump tip kissing your g-spot every time, making love to your pussy as if to further show his gratitude.

"Babe please- please I wanna feel your pretty pussy cum on my cock. Fuck I need it so bad babe. You have no idea." Ace breaths out as he nips your ear before planting a sloppy kissing on your neck. Nipping and licking the skin. His body was like a furnace setting you ablaze till you were shaking. His cock like a spear that mashed your pussy till your belly wound tight. "ACE!" Your orgasm rocked you to your core, you weren't even expecting it as white exploded in your vision blinding you in pleasure.

"Yes! Oh my God- yes! Fuck yes yes yes - oh babe that's it- " Ace rambles away in a shaky breath as his powerful slamming hips stutter. "That's it- that's it- that's it! Oh babe- babe fuck there we go- Fuuuuck- I'ma cum so hard babe! Shhhhhit - fuck me!" His cum was like lava as it flooded into your pussy making you whine as he thrust harder and deeper to keep all his seed inside.

When Ace finally rolls off of you he has heart eyes and a dopey grin. Both of your chests heaving for air and all Ace can say is- "Fuck babe I love you so much. You have no idea."

You love and roll your eyes as you curl into his side to playfully reply. "Trust me babe, I think I know."

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Ahem........... Boxer Ace or Law, with a gf/wife that do that type of rough motivation on them when they get beat up on the ring, yknow....... it may be better if it's like a bout underground/illegal fighting too muahhaha

Round One

Pairing: Boxer!Portgas D. Ace x Fem!Reader

Modern / Underground Illegal Fighting AU

Word Count: (1,500)

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Summary: Ace lives for the burn—the fight, the blood, the chaos—and you’re the fire that keeps him grounded in the madness. In the depths of the illegal fighting circuit, you’re not just his girl. You’re the only voice he hears when he’s getting rocked in the ring. But rough love breeds rough loyalty, and when he loses control, you’re right there to drag him back to his feet—then drag him somewhere darker to finish what the fight started.

He bleeds for you. You bite back. That’s just how it works. And you both wouldn’t have it any other way.

Warnings: mentions of Violence / blood / boxing injuriesExplicit sexual content NSFW (fingering, wall sex, dirty talk, slight risk of public exposure) Rough dynamics / rough language Possessiveness / obsession themes Established relationship with chaotic chemistry

MINORS DNI

It was at some trashy underground fight two years ago. Your friend had dragged you there to sell fake IDs and vape pens to sweaty teenagers. You weren’t even into the fights, until you saw him.

Ace.

Too pretty to be brawling. Shirt half off. Laughing in the face of the guy trying to kill him. He moved like fire—fast, untouchable, cocky.

But he lost that night.

You found him afterward in the back alley, bleeding, spitting blood into a cracked bottle of Gatorade.

“You let him hit you like that on purpose?” you asked, crouching beside him.

He looked up, all freckles and bloodied lips. “He owed me money. Figured I’d knock it outta him slower.”

You snorted. “You’re a dumbass.”

Ace grinned. “You got a name, or just insults?”

You handed him a napkin. “[Name]. I patch up dumbasses.”

“Perfect” he said. “I break things. You fix them. Match made in hell.”

He was right. Two weeks later, you were in his corner at his next fight. A month after that, in his bed. And before long, in his heart—even if he only ever said it with a bloody grin and your name gasped against your throat.

—

—

Now The basement was loud—sweat, blood, and beer thick in the air. Concrete walls vibrated from the chanting of the crowd packed shoulder-to-shoulder around the makeshift ring. You were used to it by now, the screaming animals they called spectators and the risk of cops busting through the side doors.

But nothing made your heart beat faster than when he stepped into the ring.

Ace. Your Ace.

He was shirtless, taped fists flexing at his sides, muscles slick with sweat and tension. His freckles contrasted sharply with the crimson bruises already forming on his jaw. He’d been losing the last two rounds. Bad. Too slow. Too cocky. The guy across from him was built like a goddamn refrigerator and fought like he had nothing to lose.

You pressed yourself to the corner ropes, shoving past some idiot holding a drink. “Move.”

The bell clanged.

Round Four.

Ace took another hit—a heavy one that rocked him off his stance. He stumbled back, coughing. The crowd roared like bloodthirsty hyenas.

“COME ON, ACE!”

No response. Just more bobbing, weaving, then bam—another punch to the gut.

Fuck that.

You ducked under the barrier before anyone could stop you, storming toward the edge of the ring, your voice cutting through the noise like a blade.

“ACE, YOU BETTER GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER OR I SWEAR TO GOD—!”

His head turned, dazed. Eyes found yours.

You pointed a finger straight at him like it was a loaded gun. “You gonna let some brick-wall bitch end your streak? You gonna come home dragging your ribs again, acting like a kicked puppy? No. Uh-uh. You’re mine, and you don’t go down unless I say so!”

Ace wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a crooked grin bleeding through the pain. His eyes lit up.

The crowd laughed.

His opponent glanced over, confused—and Ace struck.

Like fire through gasoline.

One hit to the jaw. Another to the ribs. A clean uppercut that sent the other man crashing to the mat like a sack of concrete.

The place exploded. But all you could see was Ace, panting, bloodied, cocky as hell as he staggered back toward your voice.

You met him ringside, your hands grabbing him by the cheeks, smushing his stupidly handsome, bruised face.

“Idiot” you muttered. “You trying to die on me or what?”

He chuckled through a split lip. “Needed a push.”

You kissed him hard, tasting blood and sweat and something like home. “Next time, maybe try dodging first, Firestarter.”

He wrapped his arm around you, fingers twitching from the adrenaline still in his veins. “Where’s the fun in that?”

The second the fight was declared over, Ace didn’t even wait for the announcer. He ducked under the ropes and grabbed you by the waist, dragging you into the back hallway behind the ring—damp concrete, flickering lights, and the sounds of the next bout already beginning.

Your back hit the wall with a thud, and his mouth was on you before you could speak.

“Fuck, babe…” he growled, hands tugging up your shirt. “That thing you said out there—tell me again.”

“You mean when I told you to stop fighting like a little bitch?”

Ace groaned, biting at your neck. “Yeah….that.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding against his abs—taut, bloodied, shaking with adrenaline. “You’re so hot when you fight like that.”

“Then you must be soaking right now” he murmured, voice low and cracked, hand sliding down into your jeans like he knew the answer.

He wasn’t wrong.

Your breath hitched as his fingers found you—already wet, already pulsing with need from the fight, from the danger, from him. His knuckles still had blood on them, smeared across your thigh as he pushed your underwear aside sinking through your puffy folds and circled your clit with filthy precision.

“You come to every fight like this?” he rasped. “Wet for me before I even step in the ring?”

You moaned, head hitting the wall. “Only when you fight like you’re gonna die.”

“That’s the only way I know how to fight.”

He sucked your tongue into his mouth, then pushed two fingers inside you, curling just right. Your hips bucked, riding his hand, chasing that high while he whispered shit that made your knees weak.

“You’re mine, y’know that? You yell at me like you own me, and fuck—you do.”

You clenched around his fingers, losing it completely when his thumb pressed harder on your clit. He kept you pinned with one arm and worked you open with the other, bruised knuckles curling against your sweet spot until your thighs were shaking.

“You gonna come?” he asked while watching you nod immediately after with a whine. “Right here where they can hear you? Let ‘em all know whose pussy this is? Who makes you scream like this?”

“Yes, Ace—fuck—don’t stop—”

You broke with a shudder, legs trembling, crying out his name as your orgasm hit like a wave. He kissed you through it, all heat and teeth and possessive growls.

But he wasn’t done.

“You think I fought like that just to finger you in a hallway?” he grunted, undoing his jeans with one hand. “Nah, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck you like I earned it.”

And he did.

Right there against the concrete slipping his dick in slow, then fast and deep and filthy. With one of your hands gripping his sweat-slick shoulder and the other stuffed in your mouth to muffle the moans. You came again with him growling your name like it was the only word he knew.

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Lucky Flame

╰┈➤ pairing: Ace x female! reader

a/n: none

summary: In a private and tender moment aboard the ship, you and Ace share a deeply passionate and intimate experience that strengthens your connection and reveals the intensity of your feelings for each other.

wc: 520

contains: smut, overwhelming, overstimulation, praise, deep emotional intimacy mixed with filth, Ace’s hat involved, slightly dom!reader / sub!Ace energy

“Are you sure?” you asked, straddling his hips, voice barely above a whisper.

Ace lay beneath you on his bed in the lower deck, golden skin flushed, muscles taut under your palms. He looked up at you with those soft, half-lidded eyes — already glassy from kissing and grinding, his chest rising and falling faster than normal.

“Fuck yeah, I’m sure,” he rasped, one hand gripping your thigh. “You on top? That might be the best idea I’ve ever had.”

You smiled, slowly sinking down on him, and the moment his cock slid inside — hot and thick and stretching you perfectly — Ace’s head fell back against the pillow, a broken sound leaving his throat.

“Holy shit—”

You rocked your hips gently, adjusting, watching his face twist in pleasure. He gripped the sheets, already looking overwhelmed, like he hadn’t expected this kind of intensity.

“Ace,” you breathed, leaning down, pressing your forehead to his, “you okay?”

“Y-you feel so good,” he stammered, hands sliding up to your waist. “So tight—warm—fuck, you’re perfect.”

You began to move.

Slow at first, letting him feel everything — the slide, the squeeze, the way your walls fluttered around him every time your hips met his. And god, the sounds he made. Whimpering, cursing, saying your name like it was the only thing he knew how to say.

And then, like some instinctual shift, he reached for his hat — the one he never let anyone touch.

He placed it gently on your head, eyes wide and almost reverent.

“That’s mine,” he whispered, voice cracked. “You’re mine.”

Something about seeing you wear it — naked, riding him, eyes locked with his — shattered him.

“Fuckfuckfuck—don’t stop—” His hips started to jerk upward, meeting your rhythm, chasing the heat building fast between you both.

You leaned back, riding him harder now, faster, your hands on his chest for leverage. The sound of skin slapping, your wetness, his breathy moans — it all echoed in the cabin. His freckled face was wrecked, sweat beading on his temple, jaw slack, eyes rolling back with every grind of your hips.

“Too good—shit, babe—gonna come, I can’t—”

You leaned forward again, kissing him messy and deep, the hat slipping a bit on your head.

“You can,” you whispered, lips brushing his. “Come for me, Ace.”

His whole body seized, muscles flexing as he cried out, burying himself deep inside you. He came hard, pulsing over and over while his legs trembled beneath you.

You didn’t stop right away — rolling your hips slower, drawing every last twitch from his oversensitive cock. His hands gripped your thighs like he needed to anchor himself.

“Nnngh—fuck, baby—please,” he whined, and the sound was pure music.

When he finally collapsed, chest heaving, hair stuck to his forehead, you eased off him and laid beside him — the hat still on your head.

He turned to look at you, dazed.

“Best. Fucking. Decision. Ever,” he mumbled. “I think I saw the sun explode behind my eyes.”

You grinned, tilting his hat playfully. “Guess I’ll ride you more often.”

He laughed — breathless and ruined. “If you don’t, I’m gonna beg.”

♡♡♡

© 2025 arixella | please do not plagiarize or translate any of my work without my consent.

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"If I yield to power, there’s no point in being born a man. I’ll never leave anything to be regretted later in my life."

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You’re a knight with a small pet dragon you raised from birth. They can translate what other dragons say. Instead of slaying another dragon for the princess, you attempt to settle this diplomatically.

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If sunshine could smile ☀️

Another art trade with my bestie @kimboltart 🫶

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Brainrot

mdni

dabi (MHA) x reader x ace (one peace)

thats all im gonna say.

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Pairing: [Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader]

Genre/summury: |slice of life|- |Smut| - |fluff| -|Cuddle| - You’ve had a hard day and what you need is to pull the plug completely. Sukuna knows exactly what to do.

Word Count:

Warnings: |18+|smut|Consensual sex| Sukuna brings you to exhaustion| |All characters are of age. This story is +18| Minors don't interact|

You still couldn’t believe that you were finally back in the two-room apartment you had been sharing with Sukuna for almost three months. Yet you finally arrived, you had closed the door behind you and you threw your backpack and all your art material in the corner of the entrance, you took off your shoes and socks, You threw them into the dirty laundry basket and headed quickly to the kitchen to get something to eat. You opened the fridge and you took a dip in the cold cuts you had opened the night before, grabbing a piadina and composing it quickly, then you took the pan from the shelf above you put everything on the fire to heat that meal quickly. The hunger that had caught you was sudden and the cramps in your stomach were even more painful. "Don’t you say hello anymore?" Sukuna’s voice was a step away from you, her big hands appeared to embrace you from behind your back and her lips settled on your neck in a quick kiss that had left your skin burned at that point. You sighed at that touch, but withheld a groan. "Excuse me, Kuna, but I swear I’m starving." You answered by leaning against his broad chest and turning to kiss him on the cheek, corresponding to the tattoo that marked his jaw. Sukuna laughed slowly turning your piadina to prevent it from burning: "Was it a hard day?" He asked you then as he leaned on your back and inhaled your perfume, as if only your smell could calm him. He loved how the essence that he had given you a long time ago perfectly married to you.

"You can’t imagine. I arrived early to class and fortunately or otherwise I would have had to follow the lesson on the steps, we were too many and in addition the teacher arrived late and to complete the whole lesson made us lose half an hour lunch. The next lesson started soon after and so to not lose my seat I skipped lunch. Then the coffee machine literally left us in thirteen, abandoned us during the history of ancient art lessons! You know what a tragedy this is!" You said, sulking and making your boyfriend laugh. Sukuna has tightened himself to you and you have removed the piadina from the fire. "Then I had a review of a project, and the professor was going to take my world apart. I wanted to kill her!" You concluded by telling how your project had undergone a drastic change and that this would disrupt your exam plans and your timetable. Sukuna left you a kiss on the shoulder, reassuring you that you would still be able to get all your exams on time and if you needed help you could ask him. "You? What day did you have?" You asked while enjoying your snack, lunch, dinner. You didn’t have the strength to cook anything else and would have convinced Sukuna to get something to go. Maybe a good sushi.

"I’ve been in the lab all day, fighting with my colleagues." Sukuna replied by showing you the design of the machine for the exhibition of his mechanical engineering faculty: "Testosterone to never end." He added, making you laugh and imagine the scene in question, among all the colleagues of Sukuna there was a strange competition to be the alpha male: "Also my colleges envy us and they made me understand it in every way possible and imaginable. They still can’t figure out how I have a girlfriend." He added Sukuna by pinching your side slightly to have a bite of the piadina. "Am I in withdrawal?" You laughed by offering him that quick meal and then finishing it quickly to turn towards your boyfriend and hug him. You felt Sukuna’s hands clenching your hips and then coming down on your thighs to lift you up onto the kitchen countertop. "Kunaa!" You moaned as you tied your neck to her and Sukuna laughed hard and kissed your neck, then your jaw and finally your lips in a slow kiss full of passion that left you with an electric shock along the spine. "Please tell me you don’t have any crazy plans or studies for this evening as a program." Sukuna had detached himself from you and you protested against it. His crimson eyes were chained to yours, and your cheeks were red. You were about to answer him when his phone started ringing insistently. Sukuna grunted, hated to be interrupted on important matters. "Fuck you what?" You heard the voices of Sukuna’s colleagues on the phone telling him they had to spend a night finishing the project.

"The deadline is next week, next Friday." He had answered without too many words and raising an eyebrow. You loved it when your man took that expression angry, that expression of test to say only another bullshit and I make you swallow. You bit your lip thinking of that scene. Underneath you wanted to see him lose control and bring out that violent side he reserved only for the people he hated. "I have a life outside of you assholes." He said, emphasizing the last words with a look directed to you, too eloquent and you smiled caressing his forearm with nails at the height of tattoos. Another couple of uncute jokes and Sukuna had cut the call, putting the phone in his pants pocket. You looked at each other for a long moment and then burst into laughter when the ring of both of them was sounded again, simultaneously with your home phone. "Motherfuckers I kill." He said Sukuna, closing the phone and taking off the home phone. You took your phone and looked at the number of one of his colleagues, you looked at each other and answered the call. "Hi, Sukuna is with me, we are busy at the moment." You answered by continuing to stare at your boyfriend and enjoying the smile that was forming on his lips. Sukuna loved it when you played the flirtatious and sweet girlfriend in front of her colleagues, she could feel their frustration at that very moment when your voice became more seductive and sexy when you said her name. How much they could be at that moment.

"No, the deadline is Friday, you have also put the image as profile whatsapp of the group." You insisted with a fluffy voice, Sukuna came to bite you in the neck and you let slip a sigh that could not be misconstrued. "Sorry but we have to go and discuss." You said finally closing the call and pulling slightly Sukuna’s hair. "What else did they want?" asked Sukuna taking both your phones and putting them in airplane mode. "Nothing important, they said they wanted to kill you because you couldn’t give them up for the project for me." You answered by kissing the tip of his nose and grinning: "They also added things that are not very nice and very disgraceful." And the look of Sukuna filled with pleasure. "Fuck you, you’re my priority, baby doll." Sukuna picked you up and you held him like a koala, kissed you more than before and you scratched his neck muscles to make sure you weren’t overwhelmed, but it was a fight that you knew you couldn’t win. You have made your way without wasting time into your bedroom. The windows were down and the only lamp on was the one that recreated the sunset light, the one you had insisted on since you saw it in an Instagram video. Sukuna didn’t waste any time, she kicked the door shut and put you on the bed, you closed your eyes enjoying the feeling of clean sheets on your skin and opened them again when you heard the notes of the playlist that you and Sukuna had created for home.

You smiled for that moment. It was just you, the rest of the world didn’t exist. Sukuna was at the foot of the mattress and looked at you with his naked eyes. His shirt lay at the foot of the bed and the soft orange light highlighted his muscles and tattoos, you watched carefully the ink segments descend down her abdomen to the V of the groin and you licked your lips while with your fingers slowly caressing your boyfriend’s sculpted abs. You got up and knelt on the edge of your bed while Sukuna unlaced the buttons of your overalls and slowly started to strip you, you bent your back to help him get undressed and in the meantime you unlaced his pants belt. When your clothes are all over you have come even closer to Sukuna and keeping the gaze fixed on him you had dropped the zip of his jeans taking it with your mouth. You had, then, left a quick kiss on the bulge of his black boxer making him sigh and laugh with that smile that made you so crazy and shivering between your legs. "What a diligent girl we have here." she said, caressing your cheek and playing with your softness. You leaned on his hand groping and closed your eyes sighing: "I have a boy who devotes a lot of attention to me, it is right that I be diligent with him." You were left with only the white sweater and matching lace panties, hair strewn on the mattress and Sukuna above you, you could feel the warmth of her skin and its intoxicating scent flooding your nostrils, you squeezed it to yourself to continue enjoying that heat. His gaze set you on fire and his touch amplified all your senses.

You kissed with a new fire, seeking your tongues and fighting until the last breath before detaching again and looking hard. In those moments you loved even more the eye tattoos that your boyfriend had made on his cheekbones. Four eyes that only looked at you. Four red eyes that hypnotised you more and more and warmed your core in a way you couldn’t explain. "No bra on?" Sukuna asked, lifting up the crop top you wore that day in a rush to run to university and letting your breasts bounce free and not forced into that cramped garment, out of the room air. "With this shirt I risk not breathing as tight… Kunaaa…" You sighed when her rough hands leaned over your breast and began massaging it, slowly and in circular motions. You felt spoiled for those attentions. You were very large and often the bras you wore hurt, crushed your breasts and left deep marks on your skin. Quite a few times Sukuna had taken you by the shoulders and with the appropriate creams he had massaged your breasts to give you some comfort. "What a brat." said the man while lightly blowing on his nipples making them harden even more and sighing you. You instinctively spread your legs to feel his presence better, but his boxers and your panties did not help. You felt that bulge and wanted it inside you to forget all the stressful day you had.

A day you would have gladly replaced with one in which Sukuna was inside of you, filling you up completely. You scratched Sukuna’s shoulders when his mouth settled on your nipple starting to suck it while the other hand took to play with the other, and then you were the brat. Sukuna was like a hungry child at that time. The background music was so intense that you were stunned by all that attention, because every song you had chosen was perfect for sex and you both knew it. You tried to move but your boyfriend stopped you, with his left arm and went down to your core to start stimulating it from the outside, doing a simple movement over the panties. Up and down, middle and forefinger moved slowly pressing a little more when they were close to your clitoris and making you sigh loudly while Sukuna’s mouth was busy sucking hard on your martoriated nipple. You scratched his neck when you felt his fingers apply more pressure on your opening just to tease it a little bit and you bent your back a little bit more until the sudden orgasm hit you as Sukuna touched your clit again. You screamed loudly, arching your back and poking your feet on the mattress, quickly being invaded by that euphoric sensation typical of orgasm, you felt your body light and tense at the same time and then collapse on the mattress. The arms of Sukuna held you and now they lulled you. "I didn’t think you were so involved, brat." Sukuna broke off your nipple leaving only a trickle of saliva as the only link. You sighed again when his two big fingers moved on the soaked cloth and you struggled to keep your eyes open.

"I had a heavy day Sukuna…" You replied by taking his face in your hands and then kissing him on the Adam’s apple. Sukuna has embraced you, wrapping her free arm around your hips and enjoying the flickering of your body against hers, savoring every inch of your two curves and your toned physique in contact with hers. He missed you during the heavy day that he had had during group work and the only thing he could think of was to come home, pick you up and make love with you all night and the next morning, excluding the world around. "Let’s make this day better." He sighed near your ear and made you string like a violin string. You bit your lip as you slightly moved away from Sukuna and with your hands you went down his tense muscles, massaging them with your fingertips to then go down to his boxers. You kissed the muscles of his groin and with a calm that you didn’t know you had, you slowly took off his last clothes letting out his cock. It was hard, harder than marble and with veins in evidence and great. He needed care and attention you thought as you licked your lips and laid a light kiss on the dark chapel. "You’re playing dirty…" Sukuna had lifted your hair and held it in his grip. You smiled at that joke and kept on leaving wet kisses all along its length, focusing more on some points and biting the most sensitive ones just to hear your boyfriend’s moaning. Sukuna’s grip had become stronger on your hair as the free hand began to caress your back.

"What a good little bratt…" You felt as if Sukuna was tense and holding on to make the pleasure even longer and unload away the tension that had settled on both your bodies in that stressful day. You were sweaty and both warmed up and soon your condition would get worse. You took it all in one shot, risking to hurt yourself and but you were rewarded by the moan of pure pleasure that came out of your boyfriend’s mouth when you slammed his groin on the tip of your nose. You breathed its strong smell and with tears in your eyes you started moving at an average fast pace as you felt the muscles of Sukuna stiffening and the grip of your boyfriend becoming even stronger. Sukuna looked down at you, he watched his girlfriend crouching on the bed trying to give him pleasure and had not resisted any longer. He had blocked you and then lifted you slightly protesting that you were having fun and he laughed softly before kissing you again and taking you under him. You ended up on the opposite side of the bed and screamed when Sukuna quickly took off your panties and threw them across the room and then started licking your pussy greedily.

"So wet just for me…" And you cried out with pleasure when the tongue of Sukuna crept into you, softening your inner walls. "Ryo…" You whimpered as you felt the grip of his hands getting stronger on your thighs, leaving you with red marks. Sukuna didn’t leave you time to recover, he wanted to make a mess even more inviting, he wanted to eat you and drink every single drop of you. One of his hands has been clenching around one of your nipples while the other kept firmly clutching your thigh. Sukuna’s eyes were focused on your pussy along with her tongue, but the tattooed eyes were fixed on you. You knew they were fake, but it was as if Sukuna knew exactly what to do because he had that look on you and you couldn’t resist any longer when you felt two of his fingers creep inside you while his tongue continued to give you pleasure. You came abundantly on her mouth as Sukuna drank you avidly and continued to curl her fingers inside of you to give you even more pleasure and to look for that point that made you crazy. You tried to stop him, ask for a truce by pulling his pink hair but your boyfriend had not moved, he was enjoying the best meal that could happen. "Ryomen… Ryo… Ryo…" You called his name when his fingers met the point he was looking for, the one that made you jump forward and almost jump on the spot when Sukuna hit him several times in a row and at that moment you saw the stars.

The orgasm that took you made you tremble all, the scream of pleasure stuck in your throat and tears came down your cheeks for that stimulation so strong, into your soul deeper and fell on the mattress, Gasping and trying to inhale as much oxygen as possible to try to recover. Sukuna was still close to your core, eyes full of lust and satisfaction, with a note of malice that made you inspire even more deeply. You have pulled Sukuna towards you, in an even more fiery kiss and felt your taste on her lips, on her tongue. You have changed position, in the middle of the bed, you under him and Sukuna who overlaid you with all his beautiful and perfect carved head. And then you felt it enter inside of you, despite the long preparation you had to take it all. You held him tight and Sukuna lifted you slightly, harpooning your butt, to enter with ease. Centimeter by centimeter has entered inside you and for a moment you felt like you were going to faint because of the pleasure that you felt inside you. "Ryo…" you sighed, scratching his shoulders and biting his ear lobe. You heard him tremble and sighing in the hollow of your neck and then bite it hard and make you scream with pleasure as he started pumping his length inside you. You pointed your feet and moved your pelvis to try to respond to his movements, but your legs were soft and every time Sukuna sank inside of you it hit that damned point that made you go into ecstasy.

Sukuna bit his lip to keep his focus and you bit his neck to distract him and then kissed each other moaning in the other’s mouth. You kept on in that pose for a while until you felt a hankering getting closer and closer and you got close to Sukuna so as not to lose your balance. Sukuna kissed you praising your body as it kept moving inside of you, riding your orgasm slowly, savoring the feeling of your walls holding it so tight. You changed positions while you exchanged another kiss, now you were above him and dictated the rhythm to yourself, still feeling the thrill of the previous moment descend down your spine. You put your hands on his pecs and touched his nipples quickly, while Sukuna approached yours to suck both of them, his hands were resting at the base of your back and holding you so close to him that it created a tight rhythm, Fast and needy and muffled every time your crotch met and joined together. Your breath was irregular, and you closed your eyes many times to try to resist and not faint. It was so hard and tense that you still wondered how you had managed to take it so well and how he could still resist, you had seen his pre-season liquid by the way and it was so abundant that you waited anxiously for the moment when it would pour out inside you.

You have swung in bed once again, ruining the blankets and dropping the pillows. You were on your stomach and Sukuna was penetrating behind you, holding your arms steady behind your back with one of his hands, while the other had harpooned your buttocks to find a firm grip as it pushed into you. You felt your walls tighten tighter and tighter every time her cock came in and out of you, and Sukuna knew how to tease you by staying out for a few seconds before coming back in harder and starting to constantly hit your center. "Ryo… inside…" You said feeling the limit getting closer and closer, you were close to the fourth orgasm of that night and Sukuna’s movements had become increasingly confused and ferocious. "How you want, little bratt… ah…" Sukuna has stooped down upon you, using his hand to harpoon your side and not to depart from you. Your shadows on the wall evoked the image of two animals that were mating and it was that common thought that gave you the coup de grace. You felt Sukuna explode inside of you, pouring out copiously and pushing deeper while you kept following its rhythm and crying as hard as you came.

You felt Sukuna explode inside of you, pouring copiously and pushing deeper while you kept following its rhythm and crying as hard as you came. You squatted on the mattress, your breaths were tight but neither of you wanted to detach from the other. "You want to do another lap, you little brat." The roaring voice of Sukuna had made you partly recover, you still felt it hard inside you, despite he kept coming and pouring his semen into your womb. Your eyes were full of tears, your body was aching with pleasure, but you nodded and felt the grip on your hands become less strong. Sukuna was towering over you, his hands were holding your hips and his pelvis dictating a rhythm. "Ryo… please… do… do…" You tried to say something but the bite that came on your neck made you moan loudly, your voice outweighed the notes of the speakers as much as that gesture was unexpected. You felt his fangs sink into your flesh and his thrusts become stronger. You have tightened the blankets to try to resist all that sudden pleasure and felt it again coming inside you, even stronger than before. "What’s he doing, baby?" she asked you while licking the mark of her teeth while with well-placed lunges she kept stimulating your pussy. "It’s good…" You answered by turning to kiss him. "And then it will make you feel even better." Her hand had descended into your intimacy, rubbing against your clitoris and beginning to stimulate it again. You were too sensitive and your orgasm was so strong that you saw the stars at that moment. And you hadn’t finished yet.

"I can’t feel my legs Kuna." You said as you tried to get up, but you gave up right after. Your legs seemed to be made of jelly and your sex was pulsating painfully. Sukuna was beside you and stroked your back, smiling at those words. "I did a good job." Your boyfriend said, leaving you with a kiss on the shoulder and grinning. But he couldn’t get up in that moment, still buried inside you, he would never leave that place for any reason. "Mmmhh…" You tried to say something, but the tiredness was getting felt. "Yeah, let’s order some sushi and watch it on TV." Sukuna answered by caressing your back and reluctantly leaving to take the phone and order to go. "You’re the best." You said by kissing his hand and standing up slowly in turn to go to the bathroom next to your room and preparing the necessary for a shower. You’ve been stuck to the many notifications of missed messages and calls to burst out laughing. Sukuna took you for life and brought you back to bed, kissing you until you lost control again. You then heard the phone snap and turned your eyes to the camera, in the photo that captured you hugging each other in that obscene kiss. You couldn’t see any part of your body, you could just see something that left room for imagination. "What are you doing?" you asked, playing with his lip and sucking it slowly. "I send her to my study group to make them keep quiet." Your boyfriend said kissing you again. "You should send one more obscene." You answered by making him laugh and curl up over you.

"I infected you." He said whispering those words in your ear. "Maybe yes…" You answered looking straight into his eyes and smiling back, a smile full of all that you felt for him. "Honey?" Sukuna never used those affectionate names with you, he always used something that taunted you. "Yes Kuna?" You answered by taking his face in your hands and staring into his eyes. "I love you." He never said those words to you before and your heart filled with happiness. "I love you too." You replied kissing him with a flurry and holding yourself tight to him.

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back at it again with the sunset Aces!!

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CHERI WE WON IM SEEING FIREFIGHTER ACE ART @chrollohearttags

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dynasties and dystopias

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stories

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꒰ა໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ace in the bedroom﹕

ace is ungodly horny.

at least twice a day he'll not-so-subtly proposition you for a quickie, or maybe he'll just start the morning by grinding his hard cock between your soft thighs.

he'll never pass down on eating you out, absolutely devouring your poor cunt until you're crying and and pulling on his dark locks.

ace loves fingering your cunt, absolutely adoring the wet sounds his fingers make as he goes in and out and in and out and in—

the constant whining from ace would be unbearable if you were still cognizant, but you're way too overstimulated to hear all of his moans, telling you how tight and wet you are, how good you feel, how badly he needs to paint your walls with his cum.

the constant thrusting and slapping goes on for hours as ace unloads himself into you, like he hasn't had sex in years. and his stamina never seems to stop, only begging you for just one more round. oh? he said that last time? he swears to you that this is for sure the last round.

your legs may be numb after ace finally finishes, but his love for you (and guilt) is so strong that he'll take action and clean you up, anything you need he will fight tooth and nail to bring it to you (he will 100% fight thatch to get you that cake.)

ace thinks with his dick, but you have a special place in his heart.

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Do some people not write fanfic because they love a character or a series so much that they wish to partake in the fun of it? What do you mean, my fanfiction needs to be creative in this specific way, and should be this innovative, and also be wildly different from everything else out there? Does comparison matter that much?

Should my goal be that? To create something that makes me and my work stand out as "superior" by some arbitrary criteria people have set up? That changes every six months? Should my goal not be to put my love for the medium and its vessels into words and share it with others? To explore their relationships, their thoughts, their environments? To try new things for myself and see where that leads me?