#but jade making me afraid by this picture

[nevasora]

so,I tried drawing without anatomy ,and this is what I get for first time ☺️ it's good actually 😚👌

LOLOLOL I'm sure jade will haunting me 😂

srry jade,but...let me laugh for a bit😂😂😂😂😂

[myunghology]

twisted wonderland 2nd years, except they're helplessly in love.

pairings ; riddle, ruggie, azul, jade, floyd, kalim, jamil, silver x gn! reader. (seperate).

tw ; none.. unless it's a bit too cheesy..?

a/n ; my first twst work.. im terrified!!

☆ — RiDDLE ROSEHEARTS

nope. will not allow it. he has his priority- which is his grades. he won't allow himself to be distracted by you. (more below the cut!)

but you are gorgeous tho, he'll admit that.

oh, would you look at that.. he's been distracted.

other students, even students outside heartslabyul are getting a bit weirded out, like what do you mean he's stopping in his tracks just to watch you pass by.

doesn't even notice it himself that he's staring at you. it's about time he notices that he'd stopped walking is when floyd smacked his head..

well, to be fair, he's noticed himself that he gets nervous whenever he invites you to unbirthday parties, he feels like everything has to be perfect.

—which is why some heartslabyul students are kinda annoyed when you come. only because they have to do so much with riddle pressuring them every 10 minutes. they like you generally though!

plus riddle seems more relaxed when you're around. that's just a bonus though! (is it really)

cater has multiple pictures of riddle just staring at you— his gaze softening whenever his eyes land on you instinctively.

he offers to hold open the door for you whenever you run into each other outside the classrooms, he offers to help you whenever you ever get injured playing some sport, and he even let's you borrow his notes if you were absent in class for a good reason.

sure, maybe he might be a bit arrogant, and a bit of a cry baby, and definitely strict— but he has respect for everyone. especially you.

riddle rosehearts is truly, a gentleman in a world full of boys.

☆ — RUGGiE BUCCHi

him? in love? absolutely.

if ruggie was in love, it'll probably be obvious. he tries to hide it though,, but it's clear he isn't good at that.

he's pretty chill around you though, nothing too awkward.

let me tell you this, whenever you ask him for a request, he'll want something back. no, he isn't gonna ask for a kiss or a date. stop imagining that.

he wants you to pay him back by a favor, so that he can pull the "you owe me a favor, since i did ___ for you." card.

okay maybe then he'll ask you on a date. or he'll ask you to steal something from a student.

what can i say.. it's 50/50.. slowly leaning onto the date idea though.

ruggie isn't oblivious, or stupid either. he knows when he's in love. he's just too afraid to admit it. sometimes leona makes fun of him for being a "wimp" and to just confess.

also stares at you, but in class this time. bro isn't listening at all actually because he's too busy looking at you.

maybe i will admit that ruggie is a little shit but he's actually a sweetheart when he wants to be. it's a win/win situation if you like annoying guys but has a soft spot for you.

spoiler: he eventually sucks it tf up and soon confesses.

☆ — AZUL ASHENGROTTO

azul may be a tad bit conscious about what you think about him. screw that- he's definitely conscious about what you think about him. from not only about what happened during his overblot and from his insecurities.

he knows you aren't that type of person, but he can't help it.

it makes him feel a million times better when you reassure him though. even if it's making him a bit delusional.. but then again you might be saying that just because you pity him.

"or maybe they're just nice and they actually care have you ever thought of that" - floyd

you go to monstro lounge about once a week, and for sure, azul has sent jade and floyd to take care of you well, since of couse, most of the time he's busy.

floyd almost exposed azul's crush on you once when you two were chatting, thankfully jade was there to cover his mouth before he continued speaking.

but when he is actually there face to face actually talking to you, he sounds smug but in reality, he's a nervous wreck in the inside. you obviously know that though.

wait till you tell him that you find him cute..

he explodes

no i'm joking, he's just blushing really hard. like.. too much. again- it's kinda obvious that he likes you whenever you compliment him.

☆ — JADE LEECH

so, so respectful when talking to you. still a bit teasing though. he offers to help you even if you're carrying just one thing.

always glad to see you when you're visiting monstro lounge, floyd loves you just as much, but in a platonic way! he isn't going to steal jades version of his 'shirmpy'.

tried to make a drink thats named by you, azul didn't allow it, unfortunately. (for him). i'd be embarrassed tbh.

in your opinion jade is a bit weird.. but he's still super nice to you, no matter how weird this guy seems. he would never do anything that would make you uncomfortable.

similar to riddle- he opens doors for you, sometimes offers to cook for you, and sometimes treats you whenever you're at montro lounge. only if azul allows it though, which is pretty rare. like jade wtf dym "its on the house" no it's not shut up.

you sometimes wonder if his mushrooms are safe to eat or not.

it's probably best not to ask him though.

he may or may have not tried breaking into your dorm room because you weren't attending class and you weren't responding to his messages asking where you were. it was all on concern tho don't worry i swe-

genuinely doesn't have a problem with confessing, but he only confesses until he's confident that you like him back.

trigger warning for floyd though since he's probably gonna pop out anytime soon during the confession..

☆ — FLOYD LEECH

my condolences if he ever likes you.

just kidding, it'd be pretty fun if floyd started to like you. only if you really like his bone crushing hugs.

doesn't hide his crush on you at all, you gotta be super oblivious if you don't notice it if he didn't even confess to you yet the moment he finds out that he likes you.

you're definitely scared shitless whenever you see him. when you try to run away he chases you around the halls and he's so damn fast, it's nearly impossible to escape him.

plus- his mood swings too? who knows if he'll get excited when you run away from him or if he's gonna get pissed off.. but mostly he gets excited though.

has kabedoned you one, too many times. mostly to fluster you, but also to get your attention.

easily gets jealous- especially when someone else hugs you for a long time. no one can hug his shrimpy except him! he isn't possessive, that's just how floyd is.

also stares at you in class- but throws paper airplanes at you, with the writings inside saying "HI".

ends up getting in trouble because either he got caught, or riddle snitched. most likely the second one tho.

drags you to monstro lounge to help him clean up his OWN messes, but he (might) have intentionally done this to spend time with you..

☆ — KALiM AL-ASiM

probably one of the best people ever to have a crush on you if that even makes sense..

spoils you rotten, even more than when he spoils his friends which is obviously already huge. wanna buy something online but can't? he's already asking for the link so he can buy it for you!

you obviously feel bad whenever he does this, so you try to remind him that he doesn't have to do all of this stuff for you.

not only with gifts, he spoils you rotten with affection too. you feel bad for jamil as well, he seems annoyed, but as long as kalim's happy.

very very respectful and nice to you, and will stop anything you don't want him to do anytime, he sometimes flirts with you unintentionally too..

hugs you literally at literally any chance he gets, he's also pretty clingy, if you haven't noticed that yet.

shows you off to other scarabia students, it's pretty obvious that he has a crush on you too.

bro's lovesick

gets so upset when something happens to you because of him, worries that people will try to do some crazy shit to you as well because you have a good connection with him..

introduces you to his family like you're his wife or something.. and then when you ask him what are you guys he'll go:

"are we not engaged" "NO??"

he was fully convinced that you guys were dating already

he's a little bit delusional but that's ok..

☆ — JAMiL ViPER

like riddle, jamil does not have the time to fall in love with someone since he's already busting his ass off taking care of kalim.. and with his academics too. plus the overblot situation but we don't talk about that.

maybe you are a little bit scared of him as well, but little do you know this guy will literally adjust for you anytime. it's really hard to see though when he does.

VERY hard to see that he has a crush on you though. you'd confess and he'd be like,

"i gave you so much signs what do you mean i might not like you back"

you were starstruck when you heard him say that. what does he mean signs. does he mean when he glared at you in class..? you thought you did something wrong for a second.

like floyd, kalim once almost exposed jamil for liking you accidentally.. don't get me wrong, jamil didn't tell kalim anything, he just found out himself.

jamil definitely likes you trying his culture's food, especially if he cooked it himself! it's not obvious, but he lets a small smile creep up onto his lips.

studies with you too if you're ever having a hard time. studying? nah, more like tutoring.. he's kinda harsh at first but then softens up a bit when he sees that you're really struggling.

☆ — SiLVER

im sure we all know silver is a generally pretty reserved person. and that doesn't change even when he's crushing on you.

but you do notice him stealing glances from time to time whenever you walk past him, lilia definitely asks him about that.

he may be a tad bit more open with you than others? but it's purely because he trusts you.

you sometimes tie his hair to the hairstyle called "apple hair" when he's sleeping and he doesn't notice even when he wakes up, he only notices after looking at a mirror..

genuinely doesn't mind though. lilia thinks it's adorable (he also thinks you guys are perfect for each other)

and that's why lilias opinions are always important..

generally, you guys usually talk through chat because you two don't really have the time to talk to each other physically.

but still, he still thinks you're beautiful. even if he can't see you all the time. this dynamic is kinda like a hallway crush typebeat..??

lilia is your number 1 fan alongside malleus!! sebek still has mixed feelings but he likes you generally! he just isn't sure if he likes you for silver.. or if he's not sure if he likes silver for you.. does that make sense?

after awhile he joins malleus and lilia.

©myunghology

[inkskinned]

you get used to it, but it's tiring, because they need you to understand your own life as a series of goalposts. what college are you going to, what's your major going to be, whatcha gonna do with that, oh where will you settle down, when can i expect grandkids.

for the longest time my goals have been so blurry that they track into each other, their undefined edges slipping quietly back into the soft night. today i want to be a writer; tomorrow i will want to be a doctor, later i will wish i took that law school free ride. how the fuck do people just know what they want to do with their life?

where do you want to be in five years? i want to be alive; which is a huge step for me. ten years ago i would have said i want to be asleep and meant i hope that i'm dead by then.

but i want a yellow kitchen and a stand mixer. i want a garden and a fruit tree (cherry, if i can make that happen) and a big yard for my dogs to play in. i want to come home and read poetry out loud to someone and have them close their eyes to listen. i want a summer watergun fight. i want to make snowmen. i want to be the house to go to for halloween. i want my life to settle around me in a softness, for it to lay down gently. if i am very, very, very lucky, i want to travel; finally go someplace overseas.

of course i don't know what i want to be doing professionally. what i actually want to be doing is curling up beside my dog, settling in to read. i want to be making myself a cup of good coffee.

i can't answer the other questions. whenever people asked me what do you want to be when you grow up, i used to say i hope i'm happy.

i hope i'm still kind, five years from now. i hope i never get jaded and mean. i hope i have stayed in therapy. what do you picture yourself doing? when will you actually be an adult about this? why are you so afraid of being ambitious?

am i not ambitious? the other day i rearranged my furniture which doesn't quite fit into my apartment. i watered my plants. i'm going to try to propagate a cherry seed. my five year goal is to spend more time laughing. to lie down in a patch of sunwarm moss. to relax for a minute. to close my eyes and think oh thank god. this is why i stayed. this is finally it.

[pomefioredove]

Hiii!! Could you possibly do headcanons of overblot boys + adeuce with a s/o who likes to collect figures or like manga or something along those lines? Also I love your writing you’re awesome sauce. feel free to delete or ignore if you don’t wanna do it!! I understand :3

<3<3 ofc

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type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, ace, deuce, leona, azul, jamil, vil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu

looking at... [vaguely gestures to Heartslabyul] all that, I can't imagine Riddle has any grounds to complain about knick-knacks or clutter. he literally lives in a minimalist's worst nightmare. he also gives the impression of a collector of odd trinkets. like stamps or antique tea cups. grandma vibes. probably gets you a nice display cabinet for your things

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Ace is a sixteen year old boy who balls and thinks of himself as a lady's man. and, I mean, he loves you, but you can tell what he's about to say before he even opens his mouth. weeeeeeb... then he saves up all year just to gift you that one ridiculously priced figure for your birthday. like I said, he loves you, he just has a very... defensive temperament

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I feel like Deuce is a really good listener (or, at least, he knows how to be quiet when you're talking, unlike a certain other Heartslabyul first year), even if he doesn't quite get it. besides maybe Jack, he's the most willing to watch your favorite shows with you, read your mangas together, hear about each individual trinket you own... even if he still doesn't understand. it makes you happy <3

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Leona is more of a meh guy. "what do you want, a cookie?" is probably in his top ten favorite expressions. things to say when he doesn't care about something. and. listen. he cares about you, he does, but he's not really the type to pretend. he'll let you talk about your collection, though. as long as you're happy with him, you won't seek out Idia and become completely intolerable (his words, not mine!)

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Azul is having flashbacks to all the junk that Jade and Floyd hoard. but, hey: at least your collection isn't of broken toasters or wild mushrooms. he can respect the pride you take in your hobbies, and the care you... wait, how much does all this cost?

...yeah. okay, he understands. definitely not toasters or mushrooms. your room is practically a museum

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[Jamil voice] "once you're done playing with your toys will you come help me clean up the lounge"

no, he doesn't get it. you haven't said how much all of this costs because you think he might have a heart attack if he saw the numbers, and you keep your belongings tidy enough for him not to stress. so he doesn't complain

(and also because he knows they mean a great deal to you)

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[Vil voice] "once you're done playing with your toys will you clean up the lounge" lol

he's not exactly jumping for joy when you spend all your allowance on plastic merchandise and picture books. I mean, he's already had to lend you his winter coat, and there was that week you had to stay at Pomefiore because the water at Ramshackle was out... but making purchases seems to make you happy, so he begrudgingly accepts it

there are worse hobbies to have, after all. [side-eyeing Rook]

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I don't even want to write Idia's part. I'm afraid he'll materialize in my room and start fangirling over this (rip idia shroud you would have loved x readers)

but seriously, he's been recommending you his favorite mangas and animes and games. he probably buys you authentic figures that are thousands of thaumarks on a whim 'cause you kinda like the character. very sweet. very thoughtful. when should I book your wedding. etc

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you'd think that Malleus would be astonished? WRONG this guy lives with Lilia "hip with the kids" Vanrouge. who is not only a hoarder, but someone who most certainly has a shelf of manga and figures from his favorite games somewhere in the cavernous hole he calls a room. Malleus has probably gotten him one for his birthday (after the 5 hours it took for him to figure out how to buy things online). so like. it's no big deal to him. if you ever mention wanting new manga or figures or... anything... he will give you twice the amount of thaumarks necessary. he's like that

[tragicromanceisland]

Things the Twisted Wonderland guys do that make your heart race hot

CW: Suggestive

I didn't do all of them. I might do the others in a separate post. Idk though.

Riddle Roseheart places his hands over yours as he tries to make a point on not breaking the rules. He enjoys the feel of your soft hands as he glares at you. He isn't really mad. He does, however, enjoy scolding you. He has a habit of taking a sip of your tea at unbirthday parties. The temperature has to be just right and he wants to watch you share an indirect kiss. Because kissing you would break his own personal rules. This is as much as he will ever do but it always sends your heart racing.

Cater Diamond moves in extra close when showing you his magicam photos. His eyes focused on you the entire time and when you look over his face is right there. His lips close to yours he makes you believe he is going to kiss you. Instead he turns and his nose brushes against the side of your face as you feel his hot breath on your ear as he speaks. "Let's take a picture (y/n) you look so adorable with that blush on your cheeks."

Trey Clover While helping him plant some strawberries your fingers touch as you both gently cover the roots with dirt. Your shoulder to shoulder and he glances at you, meeting your surprised expression. He places his hand over yours and moves it with his own to cover up the remaining roots. After you are both done he helped you wash your hands. Standing behind you his body pressed against your back and the feel of his hands gliding over your soapy palms. "You're so dirty (y/n)..." The way his lips ghosted the shell of your ear has your heart thundering.

Leona Kingscholar his hands gliding along your form as he nestled himself up against you. His warmth radiating through your clothing. The way his fingertips moved your hair away from your neck as the tip of his nose ran along the line of your neck. His breath hot but not as scorching as his lips when they met your collarbone. The brief grazing of his canines against your skin made you shiver and you were certain you wouldn't make it out of this cuddle session without being marked.

Jack Howl While working out he lifts his shirt up in front of you so you get a nice look at his chiseled body glistening with sweat. The steely gaze he gives you tell you it's not by accident. He takes you for a night swim and though he tries to keep his distance he finds himself pushing you against the edge of the pool a low growl emitting deep within his chest. You place a hand on his cheek and he places his palm over the back of your hand and leans into your gentle touch.

Jade Leech Excellent at observations he knew just what made you feel a rush of excitement. He covers your eyes with a blindfold. You feel the tips of his fingers brush away the hair from your neck as you feel his lips connect with the back of your neck. His body pressed against your backside. You can't help but feel weak in your knees as his lips continue to languidly move over your exposed skin while one of his hands roam over the front of your body. His breath hot against your neck as he whispers, "You'll find I'm more dangerous than my brother (y/n)..."

Floyd Leech He noticed you were playing hard to get. This brought out a sense of competitiveness as well as excitement. You tried to run and he easily swooped in and grabbed you. His one hand smacked against the wall in the empty classroom as his other arm was above you. His eyes held a dangerous glow to them. "Little Shrimpy are you tryin' to excite me? Look at you trembling. " A smirk spread across his lips. Your heart thumping, as he bent his neck, his lips ghosting your neck before you felt sharp teeth grazing your skin and you shuddered. "That's right, you should be afraid. I'm gonna squeeze ya shrimpy but...that's if I don't eat you first..."

Kamil Al Asim his hands on your hips as he dances with you. Soon pulling your body against his. His fingertips tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and the way his ruby eyes meet your gaze leaves you in a daze. The way he feeds you by popping a piece of food unto your mouth only for his finger to touch your tongue. He gives you a dazzling grin and you can't help but notice the way he is admiring you and longing for you simultaneously.

Rook Hunt he caught you. You weren't going to escape his grasp until he was finished with you. He cornered you with no way to escape, you were at his mercy and he was delighted. His hand cards through your hair, the back of his fingers caress your neck. His face is close, his lips brush so lightly against yours that it left a tingling sensation. "You can't escape from me..."

Vil Schoenheit approaches you while your dressing unphased that you're bothered by his sudden appearance. You saw him come in from the door length mirror. His fingers brush against your skin as he begins removing the clothing you have yet to take off. "If you wish to stand beside me you need to prepare in the way I wish you too." His gentle touch against your form made you feel as if you were burning up. He stood behind, his lips against the side of your face. "Now...let's go shower."

Malleus Draconia In his arms, there wasn't a place he had left untouched. It didn't matter if you were dressed or undressed. His hands over your form left you wanting more than what he was giving you. Occasionally as you squirmed in his arms his tongue sliding along your neck, or slipping between your lips. His teeth grazing over sensitive areas. He left you a trembling mess by the time he was finished with you.

Lilia Vanrouge the things he could do by just whispering in your ear. The warm caress of his breath against your skin. The way his lips haunted your skin without touching it. Yet you desperately wished him too. Your fingers digging into his biceps as he relentlessly spoke of all the things he would do.

Idia Shroud It always happened when he was gaming or watching anime. How he would pull you into his lap and hold you there. However, any movement from you and he would groan, embarassed from how easily you would arouse him. You would then straddle his waist and it didn't take long before his hands squeezed your ass before moving to your hips and pressing your body down on his bulge.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Ortho Shroud - Platinum Gear Vignette

"Happy 100th Anniversary"

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Ortho: So, this is the Land of Dawning's National Museum of Art… It really has such a large and diverse collection of various genres of artwork. This is essentially a database of art.

Ortho: According to the map I installed, this exhibit should hold the painting I'm looking for…

???: An enormous dog with three heads and sharp fangs… A frightening creature, indeed. I would have loved to have seen it personally.

Ortho: Hello, Jade Leech-san. I was just here to check out the Cerberus painting, too.

Jade: Is that so? As a creature that served the Lord of the Underworld, the Cerberus truly did have a powerful aura about it.

Jade: I'm sure with all 6 of those eyes keenly trained on the entrance to the underworld, it would have been a difficult endeavor indeed to attempt an escape.

Ortho: They're really cool, don't you think?

Ortho: But, according to lore, if they got tempted by their favorite sweets, they would end up lowering their vigilance.

Jade: Fufu, I see. So, perhaps it was a more charming creature than it looked… Would you agree?

Ortho: Yep. Also, they had one body, right, so each of the three heads ate a smaller amount of food…

Ortho: And they'd get in fights whenever they wanted to go in different directions… There's so many other cool stories about them, too.

Jade: You're very well-informed. Is this something that all Ignihyde students must know?

Ortho: Mmm, I'm not sure. I probably just know a lot since I really liked the stories in which the Cerberus would show up, and I'd read them all the time.

Ortho: Back when I was a kid, me and my brother would read picture books on the legends of the Lord of the Underworld, see…

Ortho: And even after coming to Sage's Island, whenever I learned of a new tale involving Cerberus, I'd update my database.

Jade: I see, so that's how… Well, I appreciate having been able to hear some unexpected anecdotes.

Ortho: Most would say that they look ferocious, or seem really strong, but the more you get to know them, the more cute you'll find them.

Ortho: Since Cerberus is considered a dog-like monster, I've also been collecting data on regular dog behaviors too.

Ortho: Recently, I've gotten to pet some dogs out for a walk down in Whistle Park. Of course, I ask their owners for permission, first.

Jade: A real dog… That's astounding. As I do not have much experience with them, I'm afraid I'm a tad hesitant to actually touch them, myself.

Ortho: I was a bit hesitant too, at first. I didn't really know how much strength I should put into touching a living creature…

Ortho: And since I'm a technomantic humanoid and smell different than humans, they'd be super wary of me.

Jade: Ah, that makes sense. They do have a powerful sense of smell.

Jade: So then, how is it that you've become able to interact with those dogs, Ortho-kun?

Ortho: I just would strike up a conversation with them on a regular basis and slowly built trust.

Jade: That is astounding. This is the first I've heard that you are well-versed in animal linguistics.

Ortho: I'd always had an app installed that'd let me talk with animals, but…

Ortho: Once I became a student at Night Raven College, I actually developed an animal linguistics translation tool.

Ortho: By talking to the animals first hand, I was able to improve the translations that seems a bit strange…

Ortho: Not only has was I able to improve the translation accuracy, but now I've gotten close with a bunch of dogs that they'll actually come up to me themselves once they catch sight of me!

Jade: So, in addition to achieving your goal of petting dogs, you were able to update your own translation tool… Absolutely fantastic.

Ortho: Heheh! Thanks, Jade Leech-san.

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Ortho: This is a painting depicting one of the scenes from the Mermaid Princess's legend, isn't it? That's the Sea King riding that sleigh, right?

Jade: That's right, and what a dignified and gallant figure he is. What a shame he was unaware that the princess would be absent for the concert.

Ortho: He got really mad the moment he learned that the princess was going to be absent for her own debut… or so the story goes.

Ortho: I feel bad for the king, that she slipped out without telling him. But it's pretty cool that he gets to ride that dolphin-led sleigh.

Jade: Did that dolphin-led sleigh catch your eye? Then please, you must visit the Coral Sea.

Jade: They are primarily used for special events, however there are many such sleigh services geared towards surface-dwelling tourists.

Ortho: Cool, what sort of stuff? Let me search up "Coral sea dolphins sleigh" real quick…

Ortho: Here we go, there's a ton of tours, like… "Tour the Majestic Sea on a Dolphin Sleigh" and "Explore Undersea Ruins upon a Dolphin Sleigh"

Ortho: "Dolphin-led sleighs are safe and secure! Feel like a king as you partake in an elegant tour of the sea!" …Wow!

Jade: Safe and secure… I am a tad doubtful of that statement.

Ortho: You mean it's actually dangerous?

Jade: About 2 years ago, there was an incident where tourists from the surface were left stranded in the middle of the ocean.

Ortho: Let me search for any incidents having to do with dolphin sleighs. Ah, I got a hit on a news article from 2 years back.

Ortho: The stranded tourists were able to find their way to land on their own, and were all okay in the end, but…

Ortho: The touring company responsible got a ton of bad reviews after that. Looks like they got flamed pretty badly online.

Jade: Well, now… A corporation built at the bottom of the sea in which fire cannot thrive was "flamed pretty badly," you say… How wonderfully ironic.

Jade: According to the news, the dolphins merely left on a whim. If this all happened because of their mood, then what's to stop this sort of thing from happening again?

Ortho: You're right, Jade-san. This is a completely different story than just trying to fix the bugs in the system.

Ortho: I wonder if there's some sort of pattern to the timing of those dolphin mood swings. I'll have to search up on it later.

Jade: Fufu, you are quite cautious, aren't you?

Ortho: Yep! 'Cause, if I'm going to go check them out, I'd want to go when they're in one of their flippant moods!

Jade: I was not expecting that response. I completely expected you to be wanting a "safe and secure" tour.

Ortho: It might be fine just strolling around the ocean depths, but I feel like it wouldn't be as satisfying being stuck on a set path.

Ortho: If the dolphins act up, they might leave me stranded in the ocean, or take me to unexpected places…

Ortho: Doesn't it get your blood pumping to think about what sort of unpredictable moments might be waiting for you?

Jade: Indeed, I completely understand that sentiment. When everything follows organized harmony, it does get quite boring.

Jade: Then, how about I suggest a more stimulating tour for you? I assure you, this absolutely will not leave you wallowing in boredom.

Ortho: That sounds fun! I can't wait to see what kind of tour you come up for me, Jade-san.

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Jade: Ah, this artwork depicts the scene where the Fairest Queen is sending out her most trusted hunter on a significant mission.

Ortho: I heard that when it comes to paintings depicting the Fairest Queen, you'll want to focus on the finer details, like the direction her face is looking, or the angle at which her finger is pointing.

Ortho: Vil Schoenheit-san told me as such when I was selected as a supporter for the museum.

Jade: That's good to know. I'm sure those in Pomefiore would be passionately moved while gazing upon this painting.

Ortho: Hmm, the concept of being moved by just looking at a painting is still a difficult one for me to grasp…

Ortho: But actually, something happened recently that's still stuck in my mind. I wonder if this is what they consider to be "moved" by something?

Jade: What a fascinating start. May I ask what sort of thing happened?

Ortho: The Film Research Club went to Crane Port for some club activities, and on the way back, I ran into this family that was fishing.

Ortho: They were chatting away about what kind of dishes they'd make if they caught anything, but their bucket was still devoid of any fish…

Ortho: Right as the dad said, "I guess we should head home," his kid caught a fish!

Ortho: Everyone looked so happy. But what do you think that family did next?

Jade: Did they not put the fish in the bucket and carry it home?

Ortho: Nope. They just said it would be a pity to eat a creature so small and threw it back into the ocean.

Ortho: But they did that after they had finally fished one up! It didn't really make sense to me, so it was hard to understand what I saw.

Jade: If I recall, there is a certain release size criteria that is implemented here on land in order to conserve water resources.

Ortho: Yep. But according to my measurements, that fish was about 5 cm larger than the release criterion.

Ortho: Based on the way that family was talking, once they had caught a fish that was "big," they should have taken it home with them.

Ortho: Even though it was an adult fish adequate for cooking up, they pitied it because it looked too small…

Ortho: No matter how many times I think it over, I can't really understand that mechanism.

Jade: I thought this would be a story where you were moved by their care for a small creature… But instead, I see you were more taken in by their incomprehensible actions.

Ortho: They spent time and energy into trying to fish up that fish, but in the end… I wonder if that sort of illogical action is what makes a human human.

Jade: Perhaps, perhaps not. For that family, it may be that was the most logical choice.

Ortho: Eh, what do you mean?

Jade: If it were a large fish, then the whole family could divide it up and eat it. However, a single, small fish would not nearly be enough.

Jade: In order for everyone in the family to eat their fill, they would need to cook up more dishes to go with it.

Jade: Then, if there were no fish to begin with, they wouldn't have to go through the trouble of making extra dishes… Perhaps that would be a better way to think of it?

Ortho: I see…! If I were to think from the eyes of the person who has to prepare the meal, that decision makes more sense.

Jade: This is only a possible scenario I've come up with… But I only mean it to illustrate that there are many ways to view something.

Ortho: Heh! See, this is why talking with as many different peoples as I can gives me so much new data… Plus, it's really interesting!

Ortho: Thanks a ton for listening, Jade-san. I hope we can chat about other stuff some other time.

Ortho: Okay, time for me to go check out another exhibit. Oh hey, this painting…

Ortho: It depicts the moment when the Son of the God of Thunder and his trainer is talking about his grand dreams.

Ortho: According to the lore, this guy's strength was way off the charts and was invulnerable, but… I bet I could find it.

Ortho: I know I could find a weakness that could bring even a hero like that down.

Requested by Anonymous.

[yuri-is-online]

Hi hi so can we have an expansion of middle school Floyd completely being his unfiltered self around yuu (maybe even octotrio going like "Oh please don't believe that merculture is like this" because middle school Floyd is embarrassing them in front of their crush) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

Hmmm

So Floyd says morays are cowards right, but my experiences with little kids tell me that they don't always have the best sense of self-preservation. I picture little Floyd as one of those kids on crack. He thinks this human is cute! Especially because they don't have the sense to be afraid of him at all and are calling him cute, that's real funny. What if he just takes a big chomp outta ya, will you still think he's cute? As for the embarrassment, well...

Azul

It comes from how blunt little Floyd is.

He's got even less patience for Azul's plans than big Floyd does, and the complete inability to see the value of waiting for the pay off. He's actively getting angry at him and throwing temper tantrums every time Azul tries to smooth things over with Yuu.

"No you can't get the ability to breathe underwater from kissing a mermaid Floyd is making that up. And no not all merfolk are obsessed with legs that's just a him thing-"

"Nah Azul really likes your legs and pretty much everything you do with them!" Little Floyd is loud enough that other people than just you are looking at him in confusion (Azul is convinced it is overwhelming judgment) because he's choking on a mixture of spit and air because how did he pick up on that already?!? Azul thinks he's so subtle when he admires you, he's got to be so you don't think he's weird.

He can't wait for this to be over, he can handle being made fun of by the twins now since they've got a good rapport and he can give as good as he gets but little Floyd is like a sea otter with a clam, he just won't let this go because he thinks octopus courtship is boring and he's not above saying that. Outloud. In front of you.

Jade

It's from how willing he is to throw Jade under the bus.

Floyd knows Jade pretty well, even if it's a younger version of him so he knows just how down bad stupid Jade is within 15 seconds and he is determined to "help."

Said help is mostly just humming a very specific song while swimming around you in circles and doing little tricks to "set the mood." Or asking you what you think about Jade when he thinks he's out of earshot, something he's never once been since little Floyd got summoned.

He thought this would be fun, Floyd is always so delightfully unpredictable and now there's two of him! But instead of bothering Azul he's decided to torture Jade and ruin his carefully cultivated image instead. He sort of gets why Azul was so determined to get rid of all his childhood photos now, you're never going to look at him the same after this.

When his efforts don't work because Jade is too much of a coward little Floyd starts just telling you a bunch of stuff they got up to as kids in an effort to embarras him. It clearly works from how quick Jade is to shove him to the side but you're polite enough to keep the laughter to a minimum. For the most part

Floyd

It comes from how much of a coward he is.

Floyd is waiting for the right time to speak with you, when he's extra sure that you feel the same as he does. When he knows you'll accept everything he wants to give you and more.

But no. Little him has to say everything that comes into his mind. "Are your legs soft? Why are you leaking seawater? Do all humans really only have ten toes and can I count them-"

If you find this funny, I think it might depress him somewhat. He wants you to see all the ways he's smart and not brush him off as an unserious joke. If you think it's cute, well that's a mix of emotions. He doesn't want you to see him as cute now, but it's ok if you find morays cute, and even nicer if you find baby morays cute. That thought alone perks him up.

Until little Floyd starts telling Yuu he thinks they're cute. Then he gets possessive and starts competing with himself like a looser. Probably by picking Yuu up and carrying them away since his legs are longer and he can get away faster.

[moonxq]

Shin Tsukimi and chronic illness as a core part of his character beliefs and motivations

While it's true that Hiyori was a big influence in Shin's life, I think Shin's health issues might have given him a jaded outlook on the world long before Hiyori entered the picture. The game points out his poor health too frequently for it to be irrelevant, so I've collected as much as I could on his physical condition for the purpose of diving into why it's a central part of his character, instead of just a minor detail thrown in!

His frailty is important enough to be called out in his character profile. It goes deeper than "Shin just doesn't eat enough" though. I believe that Shin has some kind of chronic illness—maybe more than one—that he's been dealing with his whole life, and YTTS makes the strongest case for this.

In YTTS, Shin is pained by the fact that he's always too skinny, and he admits to Kai that he's struggled with being underweight his whole life. This isn't because he doesn't want to eat, but because his body physically can't handle very many foods.

When Kai cooks something tolerable and nutritious for him, Shin gets a little carried away. He does want to eat! He gets excited when he gains even the tiniest amount of weight! It's funny to me that in his enthusiasm, he slips into his "scary personality" (he doesn't need a death game to be strange and off-putting). I think it's safe to assume that he has a stomach-related illness, at the very least.

He also has issues with temperature—most notably an intolerance to cold. He's always wearing winter clothes, and he keeps his heater outrageously high.

It's worth pointing out that he wants to keep warm to avoid catching a cold. He tells Kai in YTTS that he gets sick every winter, so his immune system isn't great. This could also be why he keeps his hands so clean—he knows how easily he can get sick and takes extra precautions to avoid it.

Though the below scene is humorous, it shows Shin's temperature intolerance in the other direction:

Steam makes him dizzy! He likes being warm, but in extremes, it looks like he can't handle heat very well either.

He gets exhausted faster than anyone else. While the characters explore and complete attractions in chapter two, Shin struggles to keep up.

While an argument could be made that he goes back to rest in his room to plot his schemes in secret, I do think he was genuinely physically drained as well. He faints while plotting his next move in the room (and gets a nightmare, but more on that later).

While his exhaustion is genuine, I think he also uses this moment of weakness to his benefit here in order to manipulate Kanna. She's afraid of losing the only person she has left, so Shin takes advantage of that fear to get her to follow along with his scheme.

Continuing with YTTS, Mishima's route further exposes and confirms that Shin struggles with physical exertion.

He can't do a single pushup, but not for lack of trying. How is he supposed to improve if he can't even lift himself off of the ground? But Mishima tells him how to modify it, and Shin takes his words into consideration. He does want to get stronger, and he starts doing squats when Mishima calls out his lack of exercise. What's funny to me is his outlandish, roundabout way of avoiding the topic of exercise or bragging about what little he was able to manage. It's also kind of sad that he didn't feel comfortable enough with himself to just tell the truth, though.

It's noteworthy that Shin takes pride in his swimming ability. For those with chronic illnesses, swimming is an excellent way to exercise without exhausting and damaging your body further. It takes all the weight and pressure off of your muscles and joints, which is especially important for dealing with and minimizing chronic pain.

When Shin attempts and fails to do a pushup, he tries to play it off like he doesn't care, but Mishima sees through him.

Shin lied about exercising out of insecurity. Here, there is no first trial, no immediate threat of death. There's just Shin, a guy who hates his own frailness, lying so that he doesn't sound pathetic to others. He doesn't need a death game to be a liar.

Another interesting thing to point out is that he's still going by Sou Hiyori in YTTS. It could be that his AI was made to do so in order to copy his death game counterpart, but it also could indicate that even without his first trial, he's going to hide behind a stronger mask in any uncertain situation—either out of fear, or a general dislike and disappointment with his own identity.

It's due to his "lameness" that Shin has an issue with putting others on pedestals. He devalues himself so much that he thinks Mishima's amazing for the simplest things.

It makes this line from Shin's nightmare (that he has after fainting from exhaustion) hurt so much more:

While it may be some strange kind of foreshadowing or a way to showcase how the AI simulations went, it could also be that this is Shin's own belief voiced through his warped perception of Sara. Throughout the nightmare, his entire perception of reality is skewed. The bleeding eyes that stare at him through the walls, his body that lies dead on the floor while a mysterious hand reaches out to him—these things did not actually happen in the game. So, this line in particular is concerning (to say the least) if it describes how he thinks of himself!

I don't think his odd behavior and mistrust towards Sara is only projection from his relationship with Hiyori, but rather from a lifelong, deep-rooted fear and jealousy of strength in others as well. That's why his first trial is so effective at breaking him. It takes these subconscious fears of his and says, hey, you're right to feel that way. You actually will be taken advantage of and die for how weak you are. It doesn't magically give him fear out of nowhere—it confirms his pre-existing anxieties to an extreme. He elevates Sara to some untouchable terrifying concept because of her survival percentage rather than a simple high school girl who is just as scared and confused as everyone else.

This tendency to put others on pedestals might be why he was so close to Hiyori. Shin claims that Hiyori "knew everything" and he admired just how knowledgeable the man was. Shin genuinely looked up to him.

The way Hiyori reacts here makes me think that Shin was pretty open with him about his health and poor self-worth. Hiyori, as much of a "scary friend" as he was, did provide comfort. There's the blanket, the reassuring hand on his shoulder, the cup in his hands, a smile on Shin's face—Hiyori tells Shin he can become the person he wants to be. If no one else believed in Shin like that before, it's no wonder he was so attached to Hiyori despite the red flags he had.

Even if this part below is a deleted scene, I think this flashback of Hiyori asking Shin how he would treat his sibling if they were younger is worth pointing out:

Shin assumes his younger sibling will have a weak disposition like him (meaning that his issues could be genetic). It also shows that Hiyori was a source of encouragement for him if he was genuinely cheering for him.

Although, he might have deepened Shin's insecurities if he focused on telling Shin to become someone worthy rather than help Shin accept himself as he already was (especially if part of what he dislikes about himself is a chronic condition).

When Shin's cornered in the first main game, he snaps and fully gives in to the warped perception of the world that he has.

He pushes his fear onto the others. You're going to die for being weak, not me! Shin Tsukimi is a man who gets sick every winter, who faints from exhaustion, who devalues himself in the face of others far more impressive than he is. Shin Tsukimi can't survive in a death game, but Sou Hiyori could��a man with a scary personality and an impressive wealth of knowledge. And so, Sou Hiyori he'd be.

At least, he tries. Despite the terrifying schemes he creates and the lies he weaves, he can't disguise his physical weaknesses. They exist to humanize him. They exist to hint that, far before his villainous persona breaks down, he's a just human being with his own limits like everyone else.

Although, I'd argue that sometimes he uses his moments of weakness as a manipulation tactic too (like I mentioned earlier with Kanna). After arguing with Sara in the first main game, he has a pretty drastic physical reaction.

I do think he was genuinely feeling sick. I also think he absolutely could have hidden that fact (he's an excellent liar), but it's useful for him in this moment to paint Sara as the villain and himself as a poor victim. Seconds later, he recovers to keep the team guessing and foster doubt towards her.

None of this is to "baby" him as a character, but instead, to explore why he is the way he is. He can lie and scheme and act as a truly terrifying force! If he's weak and insecure, then it makes sense that he would develop these traits to disguise that part of him before the death game occurred. Because he is a great liar! I highly doubt he never lied before the death game—he's way too experienced for that. He throws away his entire identity and gets away with it for a pretty significant length of time.

TLDR: Shin's health issues and potential chronic illness aren't just things thrown in without a second thought. They're at the core of his character—his fear, his motivation, his humanity. He can't believe in anyone, because he's terrified that the second they see through the cracks, those stronger than him will kill him. His warped perception of strength and weakness (and the resulting paranoia) informs the major decisions he makes and the schemes he unleashes throughout the game. While I don't think his health issues are the only reason that he acts the way he does, they're a pretty significant part of it.

[luveline]

Hi Jade! I love your writings so much. I often keep them as a treat for my way to work - only if I can be patient.

There is a big thunderstorm right now and I rememberd how when I was little my dad took me in his arms and went to the window to show me I don't have to be afraid of a thunderstorm. That got me thinking about Eddie and Roan. I can really picture them doing this. And r witnesses, maybe before the proposal (somehow I mentally devide their timeline in bevor and after the proposal and moving houses).

I don't know if you would want to write something like that. Perfectly fine if you don't.

hi my love, thank you so much for your request!! i hope you like it! eddie and roan —eddie comforts roan during a thunderstorm. 2k, fem!reader

Eddie knows without looking out of the window that the crunching sound outside is the tires of your car as you park. A slamming follows, then your footsteps hurried in the rain bumping up the stairs. You open the door, ushering in a hail of rain and your funny awkward smile he adores so much, like you're surprised to find him in his own home. 

"Hi, sweetheart," you say, rain rivulets racing down your cheeks, "it's raining bad." 

"Yeah?" he asks, semi-serious. 

He's feeling slovenly today (and pretty much every other day too, though he's allowing himself the indulgence of listening to his wants for once) and so he remains laying down on the couch, but he reaches out with two grabbing hands for you, encouraging you in. 

You frown at his teasing, slipping out of your shoes and your coat, and letting them fall as you walk toward him. He knows you aren't so rude as to leave your stuff lying around. You're as eager to see him today as he is to see you, because you've been separated for a few days; you've been at work and your own home, Eddie at Roan's art and crafts summer workshop, both slightly too busy to come and see one another without causing upheaval. 

You walk into his arms, which is to say you kneel on the couch and then collapse like a dry sand castle into his chest. You're a grown woman with enough weight to make him groan at your sudden landing. Eddie wouldn't change a thing about you, including your roughness, and he takes your hug in stride. 

"I missed you so much," you say, kissing his jaw. 

You hadn't meant to kiss his jaw; you go in for a corrective peck against his lips, your smile sticky with clear balm and smelling of oranges, peaches. Sweet, citrusy. Eddie licks his lips when you pull away and beams at the transferred flavour. 

"Ew," you murmur, wrinkling your nose even as you smile.

"You taste nice, what can I say?" Eddie looks at you through one eye. "You actually got prettier while you were away, didn't you? I missed you so much I made you prettier." 

"You have freaky mind powers," you say agreeably, pressing another quick kiss to his cheek. He must shine in the light from all the spread gloss. 

"It's really raining out there. Did you get that leak fixed last time?" you ask. 

Eddie puts an arm behind his head and looks up at the ceiling. "Ah, she'll be okay. It can't get that bad again, can it?" 

You try to cover his mouth and prevent his jinx, but it's too late. Within five minutes, the rain has turned to a hammering spatter against the roof and ceiling of Eddie's home, and the windows shake in their frames as the wind howls. 

You ease to one side of Eddie to take your weight off of his chest and the two of you peer out at the quickly darkening sky, perturbed but nothing anymore severe at the suddenness of the weather. 

"Maybe that's why it's been so warm," he suggests, trailing a fingertip down your back. "It was waiting to break." 

"The heat?" You rub your cheek against his shoulder, and take a sneaky breath in that Eddie pretends he doesn't notice. 

"Isn't that what it is, the pressure? Weather systems? Cyclones?" 

"Sorry, handsome, buzzwords won't turn me into a weatherologist." You put your hand on his cheek and rub the pale, stubbly skin beneath it with an adoring thumb. "I bet you're right. Do you have enough stuff to survive if we get rained in for the weekend?" 

"Sure. Got a whole crock pot of stew going, with tiny carrots and pearl onions and the works. Sautéed, by the way." 

"Sounds delicious," you say, smiling down at him like he's hung the moon. He'll never, ever get sick of the sweetness with which you see him. "Can I try some?" 

"It should be done now if you want me to fix you a bowl." 

You climb off of him as carefully as you're able to, so you almost jab him in the crown jewels. You're sorry kiss makes up for it, and better the little sound of happiness you make from the kitchenette after your first taste of stew. You eat another spoonful quickly, and Eddie's content to let you do as you like as long as you keep smiling like that. 

He's thinking Roan's been suspiciously quiet for a while when his daughter miraculously appears. She looks exactly like him, though Roan has a slightly different nose. Her dark eyebrows are pulled down and in, her little pink lip pouted out. 

"What's up?" he asks gently, always sorry when she's unhappy. He clambers up into a sitting position and holds out his arms. She rushes forward, burying her face in his KISS shirt without a sound. "Ro, what's wrong?" 

He pet's her hair out of her face. She whispers something, but Eddie can't hear her. He ducks his head and whispers too. "What's wrong? I can't hear you, you're so quiet. Shout at me, please." 

"I don't like the storm." 

Eddie's eyebrows rise in realisation. "Ah, I know. Sorry, baby, I should've come to see if you were okay, you don't like the loud noise, huh?" 

"It flashed, dad." 

"Did we have lightning?" 

"It was really bright, and then the sky cracked." 

Eddie rubs the short stretch of her back, her grubby t-shirt bunching under his hand. He decides that's as good a distraction as any he'll get and hugs Roan to his chest as he stands. "Let's put pyjamas on. Wanna say hi to Y/N first?" 

Roan perks up when she sees you. You're caught red-handed, still standing at the kitchen eating spoons of stew over your hand, but neither Munson cares. You waylay them with cheek kisses and offer to plate up dinner. Eddie things it's a great idea. 

"Before she eats it all," he murmurs to Roan cheekily. 

You harrumph, but the emphasis is lost on account of your full mouth. Eddie's kidding, but if you did want to eat that whole crock pot he'd let you, he likes you that much. Or, he'd let you given you save enough for Roan. She loves loves loves pearl onions. 

He wrangles her into new pyjamas and brushes out her hair, but Eddie's affection and hugs can't hide bellowing rain and thunder, and by the time he's braided her hair out of her face in loose pigtails she's shaking in his lap. 

"It's really scary, is it?" he asks. 

"It's so loud," she says, her voice tenuous as a string of silk. Eddie senses a bout of tears approaching. "Daddy, I don't like it, I want it to go away." 

Eddie bundles her up into his arms again and carries her slowly back into the living room. You frown at them as they pass the kitchenette, concerned by Roan as she hides her face in Eddie's front. 

He pats her back, swaying her from side to side. Eddie can't make the rain stop, and he can't quieten thunder, but he can comfort her. He can explain it so it feels less huge and out of reach. 

"Baby," he says, approaching the window. "Have a look. It's okay, I promise, just have a look." 

Roan brings her head up reluctantly. 

"See all that? It's not scary if you don't want it to be." Rain hits the window, the sound dulled by walls but still abrasive. He turns his body so Roan can see the huge dark clouds above them. "I know the clouds are scary because they're dark, but they're dark because they're full of so much water. The water comes out, and the clouds go white again, that's all it is." 

"What about the banging?" she asks, wide eyes glassy as she peers between the window and her dad's patient smile. 

"You know lightning, the big white flash? The lightning moves through the cloud so fast that it makes a loud noise, but it's not mean. Think about if me and you were running real fast down the hallway. Our footsteps would be loud, but we'd be having so much fun we don't think it's bad." 

Roan looks out at the rainy road and field outside of the trailer window. She's pouting.

"Like a sponge?" she asks quietly. 

"Want to go look?" 

"Outside?" she asks, shaking her head vehemently. "No, dad." 

"No, in the sink! In the sink, I'll show you."

Eddie carries her to the kitchen. You're looking at him with hearts for eyes, and he has no idea what it's for but he sends you a joking wink. He props her on the counter, his hand on her knees to stop any accidental slipping, and passes her the sponge. 

"Alright, RoRo, you have the sponge and hold it under the water." He flicks on the cold top. Roan holds it under the water, watching intensely as it starts to darken. "Now squeeze it, all the colour goes away." 

She squeezes it. Cold water splashes the side of the empty sink basin and it sounds loud in the relative quiet of the kitchen. "It's like the thunder," she says.

"Exactly!" He rubs her little shoulder. "Wanna try the sponge again?" he asks. 

It's simple, but it helps her calm down, and his explanation is seemingly good enough. Roan doesn't suddenly start to enjoy the awful banging of thunder or the rain as it batters the metal roof, but she isn't petrified to tears anymore, and after a nice warm dinner she turns too lethargic to worry. 

You and Eddie sit together on the couch, Roan in his lap, dozing. You've changed into the pyjamas you keep in his top drawer, the fabric soft against his naked arm. You don't have a designated drawer and Eddie kind of loves it, all your things mixed in with his like you live here with them. You should. He's asked you twice, but you've turned him down gently each time, unafraid to be be honest about how you feel: I love you, Eddie, and I don't want us to rush into things, don't want to be the evil stepmom stealing her space and her dad. 

One at a time, then, he'd joked. First we'll get married.

"You did a really amazing job, earlier," you say, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you've never looked so pretty, not ever. 

"When?" he asks, voice warmed by affection, a stickying fondness like the word has been coated in honey.

"When you were explaining the rain to her. You're always patient. You're just as lovely as she is." 

He stares at you for too long. Seconds upon seconds, his eyes tracing the cuve of your nose, the bow of your top lip, and the softness of your jaw, up to your eyes again. 

"You're the nicest person I ever met," you say. 

"Hey, don't go spreading that around," he warns, faux-fierce. 

You're answering laugh is like silver sewn into the air, one slow loop of your breath at a time. Eddie can't believe it, this life, his girl in his lap and his love on his arm, warm and cosy and waiting out the storm without any worries at all. 

"Luckiest guy on earth," he says, kissing your hairline tenderly. "That's me." 

"Luckiest, kindest, prettiest–" 

"If you're gonna do this all night me and you are gonna have a problem." 

You burst out laughing. Roan rouses on your chest, joining in on instinct, her giggles tiny and tired. "What's funny?" she asks hoarsely. 

Eddie scoots forward in his seat to grab her drink. 

"We're just happy," he explains.

Super, uber happy, even with the bad weather. 

[thefallennightmare]

Vampyr-Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson Drabble

*all pictures for cover found on pinterest. gif made by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Pairings: Vampire! Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Reader

Warnings: NSFW. mentions of blood, drinking blood, sex(p in v, rough, oral with male receiving), spanking, choking, degradation, swearing, fluff.

Summary: Joakim had spent centuries walking the earth alone, desperate to find someone to share his soul with. When he saw you, your essence radiating from your beauty, he refused to taint you with his own blood. No matter how much you begged him.

Authors Note: So this is for @cowpokeomens Bunny Summerween! You can find her introduction post HERE. I'm super stoked about this! This stemmed from a little conversation between me and @thatchickwiththecamera. Enjoy loves!

Summerween Prompts: "Oh, could just eat you up. Maybe I will.” and Graveyard.

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The heels of my shoes clicked against the concrete as I walked down the back halls lit but the dim overhead lamps. My deep breaths echoed in the vastness in front of me as the door at the end of the hall came closer into view. 

Ruby moonlight from the blood moon broke through the giant window as I walked past it, dawning the hallway with such a vigorous light, it made my skin buzz with excitement for what was to come on Hallows Eve.

On the other side of the door I could hear soft chords of a guitar and a smile slowly crept to my face. The large door creaked and groaned when I opened it causing the man at the computer to slowly turn towards me. The inside of the room was a vast difference than the cold and dreary hallway I’d walked down. 

Dark eyes peered up at me from underneath a hat and through the facial hair around his lips, I saw a ghost of a smile. 

“You’re not dressed yet?” I asked with my hands low on my hips. 

“Käraste,” he sighed my nickname.

“Joakim,” I mocked. “The party starts in an hour. We already told Noah that we’d be there.” 

He set down the guitar on the floor at his feet before leaning farther back in the computer chair. Even though the large gothic estate was secluded in the middle of a graveyard, Joakim still managed to modernize the inside as the eras went on. The music studio was the most recent upgrade since I’ve lived here. 

“I’m ready,” he shrugged. 

I peaked a brow at his black shirt and jeans, the starkness of his white shoes standing out. His long hair was cascading down his shoulders.

“And what are you supposed to be?” I wondered. 

His tongue flicked over his teeth, the sharp fang catching his bottom lip and a small dribble of blood dripped over his chin. Something low in my gut burned with the need to lick him clean but knew that Joakim would deny me. 

Like he always did. 

“I don’t want to taint your blood unless you're absolutely sure, Y/N. It’s too pure for this curse.”

I was a mere mortal in his world of vampires, wanting a way in but never getting over the fear of what would happen if I did. As much as he loved me, Joakim would never get over the guilt if he turned me and I ended up hating what I became. 

Something I was afraid of as well. He wanted to make sure I was completely on board with the decision. 

Joakim was one of Sweden's oldest vampires, becoming the first in 1623 then creating a long lineage of vampires in his wake as he walked the earth for centuries with the hopes of finding someone to spend the rest of his eternity with. Two years ago he found me alone in a cafe with a book in my lap. He kept his secret from me for a long while until one night when the cravings for blood were too strong for him to ignore and I caught him with his fangs deep in my next door neighbor's throat. 

Joakim thought I’d be afraid of his true nature but in fact, I was enthralled. I wanted to know more. It confused me how he was able to walk out in the bright daylight without getting burned to which he informed me that his nose ring worked as a daylight ring, allowing him to stand in the sun. 

I was tired of this mundane life and was desperate for something different. An eternal life with Joakim. I’d love him with my entire soul and the idea that someday I would grow old while he remained his youthful self made my heart ache. But again, he didn’t want to burden me with his curse. 

“That’s the most pathetic vampire costume I’ve ever seen,” I snickered while rolling my eyes. 

Joakim raised a brow. “And what are you supposed to be?”

I smoothed down the leather jumpsuit. “Selene. From Underworld.” 

“Ah,” he mused before rocking back and forth in his chair. “Do we have to go tonight? I’d much rather stay home with you, käraste.”

His eyes raked over the top of my breasts that were exposed due to the zipper of my suit that wasn’t pulled close completely. 

“You’ve been working non stop the last few days. Bad Omens isn’t going anywhere, love.” I extended a hand to him. 

His dark eyes flicked down to it where it lingered for a moment before it rested back on my breasts and if he didn’t wear a smile, I’d fear something heavy was plaguing his mind. 

“You’re looking quite delicious, Y/N. Come here,” Joakim spread his legs wide, an open invitation. 

Something flickered inside of me, setting my skin ablaze with the intensity from his gaze, and I knew what he wanted. He needed another taste of me. While he refused to change me, he did love the way my blood tasted. He never drank from the vein in my neck because he was afraid of going too deep so he always drank from my wrist. It was a euphoric experience and it burned my soul in the best way. 

With his legs still spread wide, I perched myself on his lap and felt the cold skin of his arms as they wrapped around me. No matter how warm my body ran, it did nothing against Joakim’s always cold body. 

His heart, however, was warm with his undying love for me. 

I left a tender kiss to his lips, tasting the beer he drank earlier, and hummed in delight when his tongue slipped inside. I paid no mind to how we both managed to fit in the computer chair, his kiss being the only thing I could focus on. His sharp fangs nipped at my bottom lip and soon the taste of crimson mindled with our saliva causing Joakim to groan. His cock was aching underneath his jeans as he rutted up into me. 

“Käraste,” he murmured against my lips. “I need more of you. Please.” 

His begs were enunciated with a tight grip on my hips as he moved my body slowly over his cock. 

Pulling away from the kiss, I gave him my exposed wrist and with murky eyes, Joakim snarled his lips for his fangs to swell then sunk them deep into my wrist. 

“Fuck,” I panted, feeling the pull and tug of blood as it left my body. 

Inky veins littered around his eyes as the paleness of his skin soon began to shine with color. It was then I realized how long he’d gone without a proper feeding. 

“Joakim,” I shuddered while knocking off his hat to brush away the strands of hair from his face. “When was the last time you fed?” 

Still attached to my wrist, the orbs of his eyes told me the answer. 

Too long. 

“My love. You know I’m always here if you need to feed. There’s no need to starve yourself,” I reminded him. 

With a large intake of breath, he released his fangs from my now raw skin and his chin was stained claret with my blood; such an unholy sight. 

“On your knees,” he demanded, suddenly pulling me from his lap and forcing me to my knees. “Take it out.” 

My fingers worked fast to undo Joakims button and zipper, pulling his aching cock free. Beads of precum slip through the slit and I licked my lips hungrily at hit. Blood from the wound on my wrist dripped down as I grasped him, slowly moving my hand up and down. 

Joakim’s head fell back against the chair again, a breathy moan falling from his lips when I finally took all of him in my mouth. The taste of my blood and his cum was a glorious mixture and the need for more drove me wild. I craved to know what his blood tasted like. 

Did it taste sweet like his soul?

Did it have a tangy aftertaste like his cum? 

I swirled my tongue over the sensitive head and then began bobbing my head up and down in a fast paced motion; one I knew drove him mad. 

“Jag behöver dig för evigt, käraste,” Jolly ran his fingers through my hair to hold my head in place as the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. 

I held him there for a long moment, sliding my tongue underneath his shaft which made an ungodly sound crawl out from his throat. All at once, I felt myself being lifted from the ground and wrapped my legs around Joakim’s waist. 

“Hold on tight,” he whispered in my ear. 

In a whirlwind flash, I felt my stomach drop then rise to my throat as we left the studio and ended up in our bedroom in a blink of an eye. He gently tossed me onto the bed and I giggled as I bounced. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to your super speed,” I said. 

Joakim hummed low while standing at the edge of the bed, pants still undone and thick cock hanging over the band of his briefs. With swift movements, he then stood in front of me bare for all to see. I watched as he zoomed around the room to litter it with lit candles and soon, a melody of lofi and ambient beats filled the space. 

“As much as I love you in this costume. I need to see you without it,” he spoke with a growl and ripped off the leather from my body, peeling it away like a second skin. 

The everlasting glow of the flames casted him in an orange and red hue, showcasing every outline and color of the tattoos that covered his chest and arm. My blood had dried to his chin as his tongue lapped up what was left of the sticky substance. 

"Oh, could just eat you up. Maybe I will,” Joakim crawled over me leaving soft but yet rough kisses as his fangs dragged over the inside of my thigh. 

My nails dug into the thick muscles of his arms and pulled him up to me to drown myself in another one of his soul shattering kisses. His scent was all encompassing as it stained my skin and when I wrapped my legs around his waist, I felt the head of his cock brush up against my slick folds. He slid his cock up and down with slow strokes and I nearly whined while grasping at the clammy skin of his back. 

“Joakim, please,” I begged. “I can’t wait any longer.” 

Calloused fingers brushed back the hair from my face so those eyes cloaked with darkness could stare earnestly at me. 

“I’ll never make you wait for me,” he promised while finally slipping inside of me. 

Our groans of pleasure mixed together as the old bed beneath us creaked and scraped along the hardwood floors with every thrust. My back arched in an futile effort to make him go deeper. 

When we first began dating, Joakim was careful with me, never wanting to hurt me with his strength. But once I knew what he was, I made him vow to me to never hold back. I could take it. 

My squeals echoed in the large room as he pulled all the way out to flip me onto my stomach. 

“Fuck,” I cried when his palm laid a stinging slap to my perk ass.

“In the air. Now.”

Never wanting to disobey him, I raised my ass in the air so he could use two fingers to gather the wetness between my legs. Slow and methodical fingers played with my clit and I grasped at the pillow underneath me, bringing it closer to my chest. 

“What do you want, käraste?” 

Fangs grazed over my lower back and felt tiny little pricks, drawing blood. The flick of his tongue cleaning up the mess he left behind. Every little bite brought me closer and closer to the edge and I was ready to succumb to the euphoric bliss that awaited me. Many times before, I had an orgasm just from Joakim feeding on me, but now adding his fingers to my clit, it felt like my body was vibrating. 

Words were foreign to me all of a sudden so I pressed my ass against his hips which in turn earned another striking palm to the already redden cheek. 

“Words, Y/N. You know you need to use your words with me,” his deep voice demanded. 

“Please, my love. I want your cock,” I all but screamed when another three hard strikes landed. 

A gentle kiss to the angry skin. “Good girl.” 

My head fell to the bed when I felt him fill me up completely and this time, there was no holding back like he’d done before. His pace had a merciless rhythm as he wrapped an arm around my stomach while his other hand gripped my throat to hoist my back against his chest. Now as he fucked up into me, I let my head fall back on his shoulder. 

“Touch yourself,” he ordered with fangs leaving small marks along my neck. 

“Joakim,” I moaned once two delicate fingers began playing with my clit. 

It was all too much and I couldn’t focus on one of the feelings that ignited inside of me. 

While his thrusts were reckless, I could tell that Joakim was holding back from sinking his teeth farther into my throat. 

I exposed more of my neck to him with a silent invitation but I felt him shake his head behind me. 

“I can’t,” his grip around my throat tightened. 

My free hand reached behind me to bring his fangs closer. “I love you, Joakim. I won’t think less of you.” 

His hips stalled for a moment, an indication that he was close. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop. Your wrist is one thing. The blood in your neck smells different.” 

Haze filled eyes looked up at him and I nuzzled my face in the hairs of his chin stubble. 

“I want to spend all of eternity with you,” I proclaimed. 

Something changed in the air around us with my words and there was a small flicker of light behind his eyes as they flicked down to the thick vein in my neck, it pulsating with the need to be tasted. 

Still connected, Joakim began to slowly drag his cock in and out of me, bringing me even closer to my release. My hand fell away from my clit, unable to focus on the sensitive nub, and I watched through hooded eyes as he bit down on the inside of his wrist. His blood dripped down my chest and onto the sheets beneath us before he brought it to my lips. 

“Drink, käraste. Drink as much as you want. You won’t hurt me.” He assured me with a soft smile. 

His blood tasted sweet like his soul but had a tangy aftertaste the longer I drank from him. Crimson pooled out of my lips, down my chin, and covered my body. The brilliancy flooded my mind, my soul, and it seemed that I was losing myself, dissolving in pure ecstasy and happiness. It was as if a part of me that lay dormant suddenly awoken as the hunger I felt grew tenfold and I was desperate for more. My nails dragged at the tattoos on his arm, trying to bring Joakim’s wrist closer to me. 

“Vi kommer för alltid att vara sammanflätade. Våra själar kommer att förbli ett, och vi kommer aldrig att behöva leta efter varandra eftersom våra liv kommer att leva tillsammans,” Joakim murmured in his mother tongue before finally plunging his fangs into my throat. 

The sound of skin ripping tangled together with our joined release, him spilling himself inside of me, and as new life breathed into me, Joakim professed his love to me with each pull and tug of my blood. 

[celestcelest]

How Fast Would The Twst Cast Eat A Subway Footlong

The Tierlist

The explanation

WHERE TF DID THE SANDWICH GO?????

It's Ruggie what did you expect?

It's Jade what did you expect?

It's Floyd what did you expect?

Now Coach Vargas reminds me of my dad: he asks for a small bite of your food before unhinging his jaw like a snake and devouring it whole

It's Grim what did you expect?

I'm pretty sure it's been confirmed that Sebek eats a lot plus crocodiles have big mouths he definitely inhales his food

Brother Took A Bite And Didn't Stop Until It Was Gone

To me Kalim seems like the type who'd just go at it when he eats something he likes, but it still takes him a bit to finish

That mf can EAT. Epel would be in the category of "Where tf did the sandwich go" if he wasn't afraid of vil finding out he ate so fast (don't eat to fast kids you'll get a tummy ache)

His once a month "actual meal". Idia's all about efficiency when it comes to eating so i don't see him eating subway often but when he does... OH BOY. (ortho got the subway for him btw)

Ace just gives me fast eater vibes

same with Deuce although he's a bit slower than ace

headcanon: Sam has to eat fast because theres always someone looking for him

Takes His Time

The few times Jamil has some peace and quiet is when he eats plus getting take out is a once in a lifetime opportunity for him

Rook will savor all his food in order to "fully appreciate the craftsmanship that went into this exquisite meal" -_-

Leona is a slow eater end of story

Trey savors his meals

Malleus "future king" Draconia was definitely taught manners (aka he's eating subway with a fork like a freak -_-)

Doesn't Finish It

getting subway was definitely not Azul's idea so he most likely only ate half (or maybe less) and gave the rest to the twins who fought over the piece like their lives depended on it

The oh so generous headmage Croweley's subway got stolen by a bird that was flying past(he cries about it for a week and tries to get the prefect to find the missing sandwich)

Cater put a bunch of toppings on his sandwich which made him full after a few bites (he'll eat the rest later/tomorrow tho)

Falls asleep while eating the sandwich

Thinks it's so delicious that he'll save it so he can put it in one of his recipes the next day

Doesn't Like Subway

Riddle doesn't eat fast food in general, even if it's just a sandwich pt. 1

crewel doesn't eat our peasant food/j

Vil doesn't eat fast food even though it's just a sandwich pt. 2

trein prefers making his own meals

Jack doesn't eat fast food even though it's just a sandwich pt. 3

Can't Eat Subway

lucius is a cat

ortho is a robot (although he does take pictures of idia's sandwich to file into his data or wtv)

:3

Authors note: This was inspired after I ate subway like my life depended on it

the first thoughts that came into my mind after i finished my meal:

[ikeromantic]

Nanny Belle and the Midnight Princes pt2

Nanny Belle does her best to keep her favorite little princes entertained, while welcoming the kids from Jade, Benitoite, and Obsidian too. Diplomatic crises, chaos, and cuteness everywhere! Approx. 2800 words

“Can I help you?” Nanny Belle put herself between the dangerous looking Obsidianite and the princes, wondering how he got past the nursery guards. She didn’t know who he was or what he wanted, but she wasn’t letting just anyone stroll in.

“I need to check the room. Out of the way.” 

“I’m afraid I can’t let you past. You aren’t on the guest list.” Belle stood her ground, trying to see behind him so she could signal a guard. 

The man’s hand brushed his hip as if he was used to carrying a weapon. “Move, or -”

“Don’t be such a bully. The Rhodolitian princes aren’t going to murder me. I’m in less danger here than home.” A small, pale boy stepped past the man, and surveyed the room. His eye lit on Chevalier and a smile spread across his lips. “There you are.”

“Not you again,” Chev groaned. 

Nanny Belle knew who he must be. The younger Obsidian prince, Gilbert. He wore an eyepatch, and carried a small, worn plush bunny rabbit. “Prince Gilbert. Be welcome.”

The little boy’s one uncovered eye scanned her as if she were a page in a picture book. It felt as if he peeled back her polite smile and proper manners, to see right inside her to the real person underneath. It was unnerving. “Thanks! I’m gonna go play with my best friend.”

Behind her, she heard Chevalier sigh. “That’s wonderful.” Belle wasn’t sure what kind of play Gilbert meant. Chev didn’t like children’s games, but she hoped whatever he wanted to do, the two of them would have fun. It would be good to have someone that could pull the quiet blonde prince from his shell.

Prince Gilbert plopped himself down beside Chevalier and pulled out a book of his own. “Have you read this one?” 

Belle didn’t get to hear Chevalier’s reply as the Obsidian serving man took her attention again.

“I will be here, by the door. Watching.” The man’s grim voice felt out of place in the brightly decorated room, with the laughter of children as counterpoint. “Should anything happen -”

“Walter, leave the nanny alone.” Prince Gilbert’s voice was anything but childlike as he addressed his servant, one bright scarlet eye fixing the man from across the room. 

Walter, the servant, bowed low and gave Nanny Belle a nod. Then he stepped to the side, just in time for Clavis to come barrelling through the door with a young girl in close pursuit. 

“Stop right there! Stop! Someone stop him!” The little girl skidded to a halt just past the doorway as Clavis tucked himself behind Nanny Belle’s skirt. 

“Princess Mirielle, why are you chasing Prince Clavis?” Nanny Belle knew who the girl was the moment she opened her mouth. The slight Jadean accent combined with her fine clothes and imperious manner left just the one option.

“I can answer that.” Sariel followed a little ways behind the girl. He had another child with him. A small boy, about Luke’s age, with the Jadean royal look about him. Golden eyes and light, olive toned hair. He had some bright colored goo around his mouth, as if he’d tried to eat a particularly vibrant crayon.

Princess Mirielle stomped her foot. “That - that monster tried to poison my baby brother!”

Sariel’s lips curved up in a tiny smile before he caught them and forced his expression back to one of severe neutrality. “Prince Clavis, is this correct?”

Clavis, hanging tightly to Belle’s skirt, peeked around her to look at the councillor. “No! I just made him a snack. But the cookies we found were boring, so - so I added some stuff. But it’s not poisonous!”

“And what did you add to make the cookies . . . not boring?” Sariel’s left brow rose a fraction.

“Umm . . . some rhubarb custard because it was such a nice color pink, and a dollop of caviar, and a pickled herring! I was going to put a strawberry on top but I couldn’t find any.” Clavis smiled brightly, clearly proud of his efforts. “It was the most funnest thing I ever tasted!”

Nanny Belle kept a sigh on the inside. “I see. Thank you for telling us Prince Clavis. But next time you want to share a special snack with a new friend, you need to check with me, ok? Prince Tio might not like the same foods you do, or he might be allergic.”

Mirielle stomped her little foot again. “It was disgusting! I demand he be punished!”

Sariel didn’t miss a beat. “You have my word that there will be consequences, princess. I will see to it myself. But for tonight, please let bygones be bygones.”

She looked as if she might argue, but Prince Keith stepped in, a gentle smile on his face. “Come on, sis. Tio is just fine. Right, Tio?” He ruffled his brother’s hair affectionately. 

Prince Tio laughed and hugged his big brother. “Yep!” 

Mirielle relented, though she still gave Clavis a suspicious glare as she walked past him to the toy chest in the corner. 

Belle shared a look with Sariel. This was going to be a challenging evening. She was intensely glad for the servants helping out through the room, but it was up to her to keep all these little royal kidlings entertained until the party ended. 

“You’re doing wonderfully,” Sariel mouthed silently, his gaze warm. Aloud he said, “I trust you have it from here. I will be back later to check in.” He gave her a slight bow, and hurried out, back to his duties.

Nanny Belle turned to take in the scattered children. Leon was still on the balcony, looking wistfully toward the ballroom. The lights and music from the celebration carried all the way across the palace grounds. Luke was sitting and munching happily on a honey roll, while Gilbert chattered to Chevalier in the corner. 

Prince Keith was showing his siblings the telescope on the balcony under the suspicious gaze of Licht. Nokto was smiling at Princess Mirielle, while Yves played quietly with a set of toy soldiers at a table. Jin was drawing in his sketch pad, glancing up occasionally to check on his brothers. And Clavis - where was Clavis? He’d been right behind her.

Just as Belle was about to panic over a lost prince, one of the guards came in with the missing boy tucked under his arm. “My lady, this one was trying to follow Sariel out. Where should I set him down?”

“On the bench there, where I can see him.” Nanny Belle gave the prince a sharp look. “Prince Clavis, you know you are meant to stay here at our party.”

He gave a heavy sigh, shoulders falling. “I just wanted to go help Sariel. He said he’s real busy tonight.”

Belle could tell he was genuine in his desire, even though Clavis’ help often made more work than it ever resolved. Still . . . “I see. Well . . . would you be willing to help me tonight instead? I’m quite overwhelmed with all these foreign dignitaries here.”

Clavis studied her with his bright gold gaze, then grinned broadly. “I will be the best helper ever!”

“Wonderful.” Nanny Belle ruffled his hair. “Since nearly everyone is here, I think we should play a fun game. Would you help me set up a place for duck-duck-goose?”

“Yes!” Clavis clapped his hands together. “I’ll get some cushions!” 

Belle watched him race off to get started. She intended to keep a close eye on him, but just then one of the maids brought Rio in from his nap. The little blonde moppet looked every part a little prince, in a blue velvet onesie with an adorable light blue sash and fancy cufflinks. 

Rio smiled when he saw the nanny and held out his arms to her. 

“Aren’t you just a cutie?” Nanny Belle took him from the maid, listening as she gave a quick update on him. She thanked the maid and then turned back to check on Clavis. The cushions were all laid out and ready for duck-duck-goose. She didn’t see anything obviously suspicious about them either, but went to check anyway. 

Clavis hurried to her, stepping right in front of the arranged cushions. “Did I do a good job, Nanny?”

“It looks great.” She eyed the little prince, trying not to look suspicious. “Why don’t you let everyone know it’s time to play a game, hm?”

“Yes!” Clavis raced off, shouting at the top of his lungs, “Time for duck-duck-goose!”

Belle leaned down and lifted one of the cushions, checking it for the usual. Itching powder, sticky jam, dye . . . it seemed completely clear. She set it down, mildly surprised. “Alright. I guess he really did just set these out like I asked. Hm.” She put Rio down on the one she checked as the other kids came over. 

“I heard you the first time,” Jin sighed, as he came strolling over. 

“Yeah. First time,” Luke echoed, putting a little, sticky fist on his hip. 

Prince Keith came over, with Mirielle and Tio in tow. Mirielle went for the fanciest cushion on the floor. It was light green, with delicate lace stitched across the cover in a floral pattern. The moment she sat down, a loud toot sounded from beneath her. 

Mirielle jumped up, her cheeks stained bright red. “That wasn’t me!”

Keith was looking at her with raised eyebrows, unsure how to react, while Tio giggled. Jin was struggling to keep his expression neutral, but Luke wasn’t old enough to understand and he was laughing too.

Belle didn’t need to guess what happened. She could see Clavis’ grin from across the room. She hurried over and knelt down to pull a leather sack from under the pillow. It was supposed to be used as a bed warmer, with hot water, but someone had filled it with air and left the valve open just enough to make noise when it was squeezed. “Ah! I was looking for that. I am so sorry Princess Mirielle. I don’t know how it found its way under your pillow.”

The princess crossed her arms. She clearly wanted more, but was struggling with her emotions. 

Keith came to her rescue. He grabbed the bed warmer from Belle’s hand and stuck it under his pillow, then sat down hard to expel the last of the air from it in a loud, obnoxious honk. This set Tio to laughing even harder, and even the other princes cracked a smile. “Oh! Now I’ve done it too!”

Mirielle looked at him, and then at the other princes. She seemed to consider whether or not she should stay angry, then sighed and sat down carefully. “Fine. But I don’t forgive whoever did that.”

“Yes. Whoever that might be,” Chevalier commented from his reading spot. 

“Aren’t you going to come play,” Leon asked.

“Absolutely not. I have no interest in such a ridiculous game.” Chev looked back down at his book.

Gilbert stood up from beside him. “I’d like to play.” 

At this, his servant Walter took a step forward. “I can’t allow that. This game -”

“Can’t allow?” Gilbert’s red gaze fixed on his servant. Some silent struggle continued between the two of them. Nothing was said, just a long, intense look. 

Walter’s face went red, staining him from eartip to eartip. He bowed his head, looking down. 

Gilbert said nothing for several tense moments, then sat again. “I’d rather read with Chevalier anyway. I’m too old for duck-duck-goose.”

His servant didn’t respond, but his posture evinced a deep relief. 

Belle wasn’t sure what was going on between them, or why it should matter if the little Obsidian prince played the game or not. Despite Gilbert’s dismissive tone, she had a feeling he really did want to play and decided she would find a game for him tonight, one way or another.

Once everyone but Chevalier and Gilbert were seated in the circle, Jin agreed to be the first goose. He stalked around the other children, a big smile on his face. “Duck . . . duck . . . duck . . .” When he got to Emidio, he tapped him and shouted, “GOOSE!”

Emidio leapt up and chased him around the circle, just a hair too slow to catch the first prince before Jin slid into his seat. “I almost had you!”

“Almost,” Jin agreed.”

Yves snorted. “Almost doesn’t count in duck-duck-goose.”

“Almost doesn’t count in anything,” Nokto added.

“Let’s all be kind while we play our games, hm?” Belle intervened before the boys could get out of hand. 

It was clear that Emidio’s pride was stung, but there was nothing to do for it now. Belle watched as he made his way around the circle, tapping each person. “Duck. Duck. Duck.” When he got to Rio, he poked a little harder than necessary and shouted “Goose!”

Poor Rio, barely old enough to understand the game, struggled to his feet. He rubbed the back of his head, lower lip trembling. Just as Belle was about to step in, he lurched after Emidio. Of course, he had no chance to catch the older boy. Emidio plopped down in Rio’s spot a moment later, leaving the toddler to continue the game.

Belle wasn’t sure if he quite understood, but Rio surprised her with a gap-toothed grin. Then he started his own walk around. “Du-du-duh-”

“Duck, ya moron,” Silvio snapped. “D-u-c-k. Duck. Why’re we letting this idiot pup play anyway?”

Rio slapped the back of Silvio’s head and shouted, “Goose!” Then ran pell-mell around the circle, practically falling into Silvio’s spot as the Benitiotian prince reacted with surprise. 

It was the first time Belle ever saw Rio do something . . . mean. He’d been careful tapping the other kids, but the slap to Silvio’s head was definitely not accidental. She couldn’t exactly blame him though. Silvio was quite rude. 

“That - snot nosed little - I demand he be punished! Ya can’t just slap a prince!” Silvio’s voice was shrill and his jewelry jangled as he gesticulated at the toddler who now sat smugly in his spot in the circle. 

Belle curtsied. “I’m sorry, Prince Silvio, on behalf of Rio. He’s still growing and isn’t always very coordinated.”

Silvio looked like he might say more, but all the other royalty were looking at him. After a moment, he deflated, grumbling under his breath. Then he started around the circle. 

Nanny Belle was a little worried he would try to revenge himself on Rio, but instead he tagged Leon, who gamely went for Keith. Keith grinned when he was declared goose.

“I’m not very good at these kinds of games, but let’s see . . .” Keith went around the circle twice, pretending to ignore his little brother who obviously wanted to be tagged next. When he ‘goosed’ Tio, the little prince leapt up with a happy grin and chased his older brother around the circle, just a hair too slow to catch him even though it was clear that Keith wasn’t really trying to escape. 

Tio giggled when Keith plopped down in his spot. “Oh no! Now I get . . . umm . . .” Tio’s eyes went wide as he realized his predicament. He could pick his sister, Luke, Licht, or Nokto. Mirielle arched an expectant brow, but Tio went around her with a quiet ‘duck’, and passed Licht and Nokto as well. He got to Luke and the two little ones exchanged a wide, expectant grin. “Goots!” 

Luke wobbled to his feet and the two of them chased each other around the room, running wide of the circle on their chubby toddler feet. 

“Hey! That’s not fair! That’s cheating!” Emidio glared at the two little ones. 

Licht sighed and shook his head. “It’s not cheating unless it gives an advantage. They just aren’t playing the game right.”

Belle shooed the two back toward the circle, but their flight around the room effectively ended the game. Thankfully, it was dark enough outside to guide them out to the balcony, where they could take turns on the telescope. 

Even Chevalier and Gilbert joined the group for this event, excited to get to see the stars through the refractory lenses. Nanny Belle watched them with a cautious eye, making sure everyone got a turn, adjusting the telescope as needed while the stars marched across the velvet black sky. 

The party in the ballroom was still going strong. Music echoed from the open windows, and the sound of laughter. Belle was glad she didn’t need to attend such events. The bickering nobles and the moody king held no allure for her. She knew it wouldn’t be long before Jin and Chevalier would be required to attend. And where Chevalier went, Clavis would follow.

Clavis. 

Her eyes darted around the balcony. He wasn’t waiting to look through the telescope. When had he . . . then she remembered. Just as everyone else sat down to play, where he’d positioned the pillows well away from the door, Clavis had slipped away.

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

I got all these issues. Will you be my prescription?

Bucky Barnes x POC!Reader

Wordcount: 4462

Summary:

A fight about your safety ensues when pictures of the two of you together get leaked by a fellow agent and former one night stand. He's livid that your relationship is exposed to the world and now could be used against him. You could care less who knows about your relationship. You've been together over a year, you knew what dating the former Winter Soldier brought with it. No, you're pissed that some bitch, who doesn't even count as an ex, is trying to ruin the best thing to happen to you.

Warnings:

Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst and Feels, Some Humor, Protective Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes's Metal Arm, Steve Rogers Is a Good Bro, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Song Lyrics, Inspired by Music, Not Canon Compliant, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, P In V Sex

Notes:

Hello Heathens! This oneshot came out of nowhere one evening when I was listening to music on my phone while working on another fic. A cover of the song "Issues" (originally performed by Julia Michaels) came on and my mind was flooded with this idea and story that I need to flesh out. I have no control of my muse. I just write the stories she tells me to. HAPPY READING! Lyrics for the song Issues by Cameron Bedell will be in bold. ( Here's a link for you to check out the song ) Thoughts in italic.

Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

You're trying to get him to understand that the real problem is the agent and not the exposure. Yes you now have to be more careful when you're somewhere without him. But it's not much different than what you were already doing.

"If she leaked us being together what makes you think she wouldn't leak other more sensitive information. Hell, she already could have!" You argue, trying to get him to see the whole picture.

"I don't give a fuck about some jealous drunken hook up who still feels jaded. I never wanted you in danger. That's why it was so important to keep us hidden." He snaps back.

Your emotions finally get the best of you. "I never WANTED to be hidden James! I went along with it because it was something you needed that made you feel secure. One less reason I might leave." 

You shake your head as the tears begin to well in your eyes. "We're over a year in. I thought we'd be out to more than just people with enough clearance to be made aware. Makes me feel like your dirty little secret. I don't want to be that forever."

"Keeping your attachment to me hidden keeps you safe. What about that dont you understand?" He's so lost in his fear that he can't see things clearly.

"No. It leaves me vulnerable and easier to take with no one noticing because they're unaware of my relationship to the deadliest man I know." You calmly state. That seems to get his attention. "How can anyone fear the repercussions of even trying to get close to me like that without knowing who to be afraid of?" 

He just stands there. Tension radiating off his body. 

You let out an exasperated sigh and start walking to your door. "I think you need to go Bucky. I can't do this with you right now. You're so lost in your anger and fear that you're not thinking clearly. And I'm just plain pissed off. I don't want either of us to say something we regret later."

A look of shock crosses his face. "Doll, you can't be serious? We just got exposed. You're not safe."

"No one knows where I live, yet."

"Key word, yet."

"James." You reach for the knob. "Please just give me some time alone. I know where to find you when I'm ready. We both need to think about things from all angles."

He walks up to you and pins you to the door with a soul crushing kiss. Putting all of his fear and love into that one small gesture. He pulls away and allows you to open the door. Just as he crosses the threshold he turns his head your way. "This is far from over, doll. Don't keep me waiting too long."

You spend the next couple of days working through your thoughts with your guitar. Letting the music take you where you need to be. Mending the frayed edges and soothing the aches.

Through your musical therapy a song develops. Something that you think might help ease things between the two of you. Because, let's face it, you miss your man something fierce.

Every imperfect piece of him. Responding to his texts just to let him know you’re safe and alive, just isn't going to cut it anymore. Someone has to yield first, and it looks like this time around, it’s going to have to be you.

Mind made up on what you are going to do, you decide to give Steve a call.

It rings three times before he picks up. “Rogers.”

“Hey Stevie. How’s he holding up?” You waste no time asking what you so desperately want to know.

“Hey, Dollface.” He sighs. “‘Fraid to say, he’s not doing too great. Seems his already short fuse has shortened significantly. Had to take him off the training roster for the recruits because too many couldn't keep up with his demands or got injured.”

“Shit.” You shake your head even though you know he can't see it. “I was hoping he had calmed down some by now. I’m sorry Steve. I didn’t think he'd still be affected this much.”

“It’s not your fault. You know how overprotective he is in general. Add a threat, from the inside at that, and he goes nuclear.” He excuses.

“Well, I think I may have a solution to our problems.” You admit. “If not at least a band-aid for the time being. I’m going to need you and Sam’s help though. If you're willing of course.”

“I’m all ears. Want me to grab Sam so you don't have to explain it twice?”

“That would be great actually. I’d appreciate not having to spend more energy than I need too.”

“Alright. Hang on a sec.” You hear shuffling, followed by a door opening. Then the tell tale sound of a knock and a muffled voice before a door opens once more. “Hey Sam. Mind if I come in? I’ve got Buck’s best girl on the phone and she has something she wants to go over with us.”

“No problem man. Come on in.” Sam replies.

Once safely behind Sam’s door he places the phone on speaker. “Okay, doll. Tell us your plan.”

“It’s pretty simple really. I’ve used my time alone to reflect and process things the best way I know how. With my guitar.” You lightly chuckle. “Anyway. Long story short, I wrote something for James and I want to surprise him by performing it in front of you all.”

“All of us?” Sam asks.

“Well, just the Avengers. A small little private concert type of thing. Though I'll only be singing the one song halfway through. My friend has a great band that I think you all would love. If you can get Tony to hire them for the night to do a private show for you guys, I can sneak my performance in.”

“So Bucky will know about the private show but not that you're a part of it?” Steve questions for clarification.

“Yup.” You pop the ‘P’ for emphasis. “Think you can sway Tony to make this happen?”

“Seeing as how this should improve Bucky’s temperament and save us doing extra recruit rotations and paperwork. I don't see Tony being a problem. Text us when you know if your friend's band can do it and we’ll take it from there.” You can hear the relief in Steve’s voice over your plan.

“Thank you guys. I owe you big time.” You declare.

“Just help us get the normal grumpy old man back. That’s all we ask.” Sam imparts.

“That’s the plan.”

Tonight’s the night. You rub your hands anxiously against your thighs as the town car Tony sent for you cruises leisurely down the long Compound driveway. You surpass the front roundabout and make your way around to the back, near the private entrance and garage the Avengers use.

You text your friend Marco, the lead singer of Bow & Dagger, that you’ve arrived and to send someone out to get you. Of course your ex Chase, the bassist, is the one to greet you. He leans his body against the door frame, a smirk plastered across his face, as he scans your body from the bottom up. “Looking good Firefly.”

You roll your eyes at the use of your old nickname. “Still using that outdated moniker Chase?” 

He quirks a brow at you. “You’ll always be my firefly. Maybe even more so now that you’ve gotten away. I’ll forever be chasing your light.”

You can't help but laugh at him. “Does that lyrical prose still work on the female population nowadays?”

“I’ve had no complaints.” He shrugs. “It used to work on you just fine if I remember correctly. Hell you used to toss it right back at me.”

“The blessed naivety of youth. Thank the Goddess that I grew up and my priorities shifted. I’m a more well rounded individual now. Less in search of useless validation.”

“Ouch.” He clutches his chest. “Still got those talons, I see.”

“Never leave home with them.” You wink at him. “You gonna let me in so you can make that paycheck I’m sure is well above your normal fee, or stand there all night?”

“Get in here smartass before Marco lays in to me for wasting time.” He moves aside.

You walk into the pseudo green room and are immediately smothered in a bear hug. “Hiya Stu. I’m happy to see you too.” You say into his barreled chest. “Mind letting up a bit. I kinda need to feel my fingers in order to play.”

He quickly lets go, only to place his hands on your shoulders and stare at you with a dopey smile across his face. “I’m sorry girlie. I’m just so happy to see ya. It’s been too long.”

“It has. I’m sorry ‘bout that.” You wince. “Life kind of got away from me. You know how it goes.”

“I’d say all is forgiven, seeing as you booked us this sweet gig.” Marco butts in, scooping you up in a hug himself. 

“Fuck yeah! I finally get to shoot my shot with the Black Widow.” Stu exclaims.

“It’s the least I could do. You guys have no idea how much you're helping me out here.”  You walk over to the couch and place your travel case down.

“What exactly are we helping you with anyway?” Chase inquires.

“Some Rom-Com grand gesture type shit” You smugly state.

“No shit?” Stu asks.

“I speak only the truth.” 

“You gonna tell us who the unlucky schmuck is?” Chase snipes.

“With that attitude, you’re just going to have to wait and see.” You give him a smile to rival the Cheshire Cat’s. “The look on your face is going to be fucking priceless. I can’t wait.”

Before he can respond with some dickish comment, there’s a knock on the door, followed quickly by Tony and Steve entering the room.

Steve makes his way over to you. “Hey Dollface. You ready to get this show on the road?”

“I’m all set if these knuckleheads are ready to head on out there.” You turn towards the boys. “Have you guys met your benefactor for tonight's little private concert?”

“Negatory little lady.” Stu speaks up first, walking over to Tony. “Howdy Mr. Stark. The name’s Stu. Bow and Dagger’s drummer and loveable goofball. That’s Chase. Bassist and resident fuckboy. And the merose looking fucker over there is Marco our lead guitar and vocals.”

“That suits you.” Tony imparts. “You certainly give off drummer vibes. Lots of energy. Any questions on how this is gonna work?” 

“I wouldn't mind a breakdown.” You pipe up.

"Here's how it's going to go." Steve grabs everyone's attention with his Captain voice. "We're going to gather the team in the common room where Sam and I set up a stage earlier. Tony is going to introduce the band. You'll play 3 songs and announce your taking a 5 min smoke break. That's when Dollface here is going to make her way on stage and do her thing." 

He smiles over at you. "Hopefully if all goes well you guys will finish your set and then you're welcome to stay for dinner and hang out."

"Solid plan golden boy. You come up with that all on your own." You joke.

"Always with the smart quips. I'll remember that. Now let's get moving before the team gets restless and wanders off."

So far the evening was flowing seamlessly. As Bow & Dagger played the last notes on your third song, your nerves decided to make themselves known. You watched them announce their break and leave the stage. 

Before you could sabotage yourself, you made your way onto the tiny stage and turned to the group of mostly stunned superheroes. “Hey guys. I hope you don’t mind me interrupting. I have some things I need to get off my chest and thought I might provide some intermission entertainment in the process.”

You roam the space for Bucky and lock eyes with his Steel blues, seated on the sofa next to Steve. Taking a deep breath, your fingers begin to strum the opening chords, the team looking on in curiosity over what may come out of your mouth.

Sustaining eye contact you let the lyrics flow out of you as if there is no one else in the room.  

Mmm mm mm I'm jealous I'm overzealous When I'm down I get real down When I'm high, I don't come down I get angry Baby, believe me I could love you just like that And I could leave you just this fast

You take in his demeanor, stock still but engaged nonetheless.  

But you don't Judge me 'Cause if you did, baby I would judge you too No, you don't judge me 'Cause if you did, baby I would judge you too

The only thought in your head is Here goes nothing, as you put your whole heart into the chorus.

'Cause I got issues But you got 'em too So give 'em all to me And I'll give mine to you Bask in the glory Of all our problems 'Cause we got the kind of love It takes to solve 'em Yeah, I got issues And one of them is how bad I need you

You breathe a little easier when you notice him start to soften. Just absorbing the piece of your soul you're sharing with everyone. 

You do shit on purpose You get mad and you break things Feel bad, try to fix things But you're perfect Poorly wired circuit And got hands like an ocean Push you out Pull you back in

A subtle smile crosses his face at the truth in your words. The picture of him that many do not get to see. You really get into it as you run through the bridge and chorus one more time. Now it’s time to bring it home and woo your man.

Ooohhh, Need you OOOOOOH AHHHH I got issues You got 'em too So give 'em all to me And I'll give mine to you Bask in the glory Of all our problems 'Cause we got the kind of love It takes to solve 'em Yeah, I got issues And one of them is how bad I need you Ooh hoo hoo I got issues  One of them is how bad I need yoou Issues And one of them is how bad I need you

You could hear a pin drop in the room as Bucky rises from his seat and makes his way over to the stage. You swallow and try to get your breathing under control as you have no idea what is going to happen. 

Before you know it, he’s standing in front of you, broad chest heaving. He brings his hands up and cups your face before pulling you into an earth shattering kiss.

You forget that you have an audience until the sound of their cheers and clapping reaches your ears. You think you not only hear but see the muted flash of a camera through your closed lids.

You come up for air to see Bucky with the most lovesick expression on his face. “You did all that for me?” 

You nod your head. “Figured it was the best way to get you to listen and understand.”

“Fuck I love you.”

“Love you too James.”

Sam rushes over to the stage. “Man, I live streamed the whole thing. The people are going crazy over ya’ll.”

“You did what?!” You both blurt out.

“I streamed it. The world already knows about you. Might as well milk it. No need to thank me, damn.”

Bucky moves to jump off the stage and rush Sam. You barely catch him in time. “Hey. Don't let him get to you okay. You know how much he loves to rile you up.”

“Sorry, doll. He’s just such a douchebag sometimes. We were having a moment.” He apologizes, running his thumb along your bottom lip.

“It’s fine.” You nip at the flesh as it passes over once more. “What I really want to know is if performing the song in front of everyone was okay? I just wanted you to hear me out and understand my side of things. I didn't want to embarrass you or anything.”

“Doll. Stop rambling.” You shut your mouth. “I loved it. Honestly I liked that they got to see how much you feel for me.”

You beam up at him. “Good.”

“Now I have some displays of affection I need to show you myself. Come on babygirl.” He pulls you off stage and heads towards the hallway that connects with his, Steve and Sam’s wing of the compound.

You’re pulled inside Bucky’s room, tripping over your sneakers as he hurriedly maneuvers you through his space. “James, slow down. I’m gonna eat shit if you keep it up.”

He stops in front of the bed, turning toward you. “Shut up.” He grabs your waist and tosses you down on to the mattress, climbing on and caging you in with his massive frame. “You’ve used that mouth enough tonight. Now it’s my turn.” 

With no time to catch your breath, he renders you incapable of responding by capturing your lips with his own. Kissing life back into your body, as your tongues dance a tango only you know. 

He takes his time as his hands roam your curves. Sneaking his cool metal digits under your shirt, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He begins to remove your shirt, placing his flesh hand  underneath your lower back as he slowly lifts your torso to pull your shirt over your head. You raise your arms in aid, grazing your fingertips across the stubble along his jaw when he tosses your shirt aside.

He trails his hands down your flesh until he reaches the waistband of your jeans. With a quick snap of his vibranium fingers your button is undone, your zipper quickly following suit. He starts to slide the denim down, tapping your hip to get you to raise them so that he can remove them entirely.

Leaning back on his haunches, he grabs the back of his shirt with his flesh hand and pulls it off. His lust blown blue eyes focused on you draped over his bed sheets.  “So fucking beautiful.” He runs his hands up your legs, gripping the waistband of your panties when he reaches your hips and takes his time removing them from your body. 

“Take your bra off for me, babygirl.” You lean up on your elbows, reach behind your back and unclasp the garment, letting it fall away from you body. 

Leaning forward, he ghosts kisses along all of your exposed skin. Mapping out a trail of pleasure and gooseflesh. Teasing first one and then the other nipple with his tongue, ending each with a deep suction. 

The slow paced teasing continues, driving your need for him higher. He stops his trek at your mound, hot breath blowing puffs of air on the cooling slick leaking from your folds. “So beautiful and all mine.” He runs a cool metal finger along your drenched lips. He ensnares you in his gaze. “That’s right, isn't it, babygir? This pretty little pussy is mine to do with as I please?”

“Yes. All of this is yours.” You pant out. Delirious for him to do something more than tease.

“Damn right it is.” He runs a stripe from taint to clit with his skillful tongue. Circling your sensitive little bundle nerves, pulling a moan out of your throat. Having had enough of taking his time slowly torturing you he thrusts his tongue inside your aching center. The thick muscle massaging your silken walls, giving them something to finally clamp on to. 

“Mmm. James. Fuck. Your tongue feels so good baby.” Your hands anchor themselves in his hair, just enjoying the ride. But that’s not enough for him. He wants you desperate and begging before he gives in and makes you come apart on his cock.

He pulls his tongue out, swirling it along your folds, seeking out every drop of your essence. Moving the appendage upward to lightly circle figure eight patterns on your clit, bringing you right to the edge. So close to falling over that cliff into utter bliss before he pulls away.

“No! Why’d you stop? I was so close.” You sit up, reaching out for his face, wanting to drag him back to your pulsing center.

He scoots back off the bed. “The first time you come after sending me away and keeping your distance, is going to be while my cock is deep inside you.” He unbuckles his belt, drawing your eyes down to his hands working on divesting himself of the last of his garments.

You're hypnotized by his movements. Mouth watering as you wait for his thickness to spring free from its confines. Time seems to stand still as his pants drop to the floor. “You went commando.” You whisper out, licking your suddenly dry lips.  

“Wonderful coincidence. I wasn't expecting to see you tonight and Steve came pounding on my door right as I got out the shower to tell me I had to come be a part of the festivities. I just threw on the closest clothes.” He shrugged, wrapping his metal fist around his length, giving himself a few pumps as he drank you in with a predatory gaze.

“Lay back down, babygirl.” He husks out. The command sends a fresh wave of slickness to your core, anticipating what’s to come, as you slowly lie back.

“Spread those luscious thighs for me, doll. Present me with my perfect little pussy.” He grunts out as he continues to stroke himself, a bead of precome precariously close to dropping from the tip as he places a knee down on the bed.

You open your legs wide enough to show off your glistening folds. Following his command, but holding back just enough to make him growl and push your thighs open the rest of the way. 

“You really wanna play with me right now, babygirl? After keeping this body away from me for days?” He rubs his cock between your cleft, tip bumping against your engorged and still so sensitive clit.

You squirm and whimper, just wanting him to be inside of you already. That halted orgasm, inching its way back to the surface every time his hot length grazes your bundle of nerves. 

“I’m sorry, James. Please. Need you inside me.” You plead. “It’s been too long since you filled me up.”

“You’re sorry huh?” You quickly nod your head. “Gonna let me wreck this pussy? Ruin you for anyone else? Milk me dry like the cumdrunk little slut that you are?”

“Yes. Yes. Please.” You beg, just wanting him to finally take you, reclaim you as his own.

“As you wish, babygirl.” He slams forward to the hilt, splitting you open with his girth.

He doesn't even give you a moment to get reacquainted with the size of him deep inside you. He just pulls back and thrusts in harder. Setting up a pace that just makes your brain go fuzzy and every nerve-ending sings in pleasure.

“Fuuuck. Look at you doll.” He grunts out. “Already cock drunk and I’ve barely gotten started. Pussy’s gripping me so tight baby. She doesn't want to let me go.”

Your mind can't function enough to produce anything other than moans, whimpers and wails of pleasure. You’re flying a serotonin high you are not ready to come down from yet. The coil in your core tightening as you dance closer and closer to the knife's edge of orgasm. Waiting for the moment when you dive off the edge into ecstasy.

Almost as if sensing that your climax is impending, Bucky picks up the pace, swiveling his hips and grinding his pelvis down on your clit for added stimulation. “Come on, baby. Come for me, pretty girl. I can feel your walls quivering around me. Give in. Fall apart on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel.”

That’s it. That’s all you need to lose yourself and let go completely. Surrendering to the euphoric bliss, screaming out for the whole compound to hear.

A rainbow of stars detonate behind your eyes as you writhe beneath him, back arching off the mattress before you go limp, laying in a state of bonelessness.

“Don’t pass out on me now doll. I’m so close. Little pussy is squeezin’ me so tight.” His pumps become erratic as he chases his own high. “Don’t you want me to fill  you up? Have me leaking out of you for days?”

You just nod and whisper out. “Please. Full.” Not able to formulate more than two words in your current state.

It was all the validation that he needed to hear to stop holding back and release the days worth of his seed into your waiting womb. Painting the walls white with rope after rope of his spend. 

It felt like it went on forever with how much he was pouring into you, until his dick stopped twitching and he collapsed on your chest. Catching his breath and covering your face in sweet kisses as you both come back down to earth.

You stayed locked together, your pussy warming his cock, as you both let your fingertips roam along the other's skin. Allowing yourselves time to just revel in the moment of the new direction your relationship is heading.

"You sure you're okay with the world knowing about us, doll? You’re not afraid that you'll no longer be safe?" He asks into your neck. 

"Like I said before, I feel no less safe than I did before, James.” You tell him with conviction. ”Plus now, I get to rub it in everyone's face that the White Wolf is all mine.” You grin like the cat that got the cream. “You're truly stuck with me now, Bucky."

He chuckles. "I wouldn't have it any other way." He places a soft kiss on your lips.

Just as the kiss deepens and you start the journey towards round two, there’s a knock at the door, followed by Sam’s muffled voice. "You guys done making up yet? Steve wont let us eat until you guys get back out here."

You both can’t help but laugh. "Tell Stevie we'll be right out but we're not staying long. I've got time to make up for."

“TMI man! A simple ‘Be right out’ would have been enough, Buck.” Sam scoffs as we walks back to the common area.

“Come on, doll. Let’s get dressed before Stevie comes looking for us next.”

If you made it to the end, THANK YOU! If you liked it please feel free to let me know (but it's not required); and if you didn't, that's okay too, I still thank you for even giving it a chance.

[neowinestainedress]

for your eyes only | jeong jaehyun

title: for your eyes only | part of christmas must be something more

pairing: jeong jaehyun x oc

summary: jaehyun doesn't know it yet, but he looks really pretty in pink.

genre: smut, non-idol au, established relationship, (implied) polyamorous relationship, smutmas

warnings: cross-dressing | public (kinda), cross-dressing, feminization, sex toys (anal vibrator), oral sex (f receiving), lot of praises, pet names, pegging, overstimulation, coming untouched, dubcon (when will jade and jaehyun stop trying new kinks without talking before? never. that’s it, that’s the dubious consent, jae is unsure as always but he discovers a new kink so...) sub!jaehyun, dom!oc

words: 6.565k

taglist: @webscreams @multislut @roxyvogue @dullparadisewithtxt @yutas-princess02 @seongwhaffels @cosmiczen @adorejhyun | couldn't tag: @yutascoffee127

a/n: babygirl jaehyun brain goes brrrr. the clothes he wears are linked, i tried to describe them cause i know it gives wattpad 2012 but i thought that with pictures you could visualize it better

Jaehyun had no idea how he ended there, walking around the mall trying to seem unbothered by the random vibrations that were making him go crazy. 

Or well, he did. It was Jade’s fault as always.

“You want me to wear this outside?” Jaehyun squealed once Jade’s words hit him as he turned the butt plug in his hands, looking at it with wide eyes. 

“Mh, mh,” she hummed as if she didn’t propose anything scandalous. 

Well, not like they were going to do anything wild that day, it was just an afternoon to go shopping at the mall for fun since the others were busy or anyway weren’t in the mood to go out. 

“I — I…” he stammered. “Why don’t you do this with Taeyong? I’m pretty sure he would be absolutely down for it.” 

She chuckled, finishing fixing her hair in the slicked-back ponytail with the side bang, and then turned back to him, still unaffected by the whole thing. 

“It’s just for fun, it’s not like I will fuck you somewhere in the mall,” she teased with a smirk before winking at him. 

“Okay, then why?” 

“I want you to be ready for when we come home and I can peg you.” 

“Again?” 

“You had a blast last time, don’t hide it, you came like three times and two untouched so you can’t say you don’t like it.” 

“Fine,” he huffed before his face blushed red and he asked, “Can you prep me?” 

But after years Jaehyun still had no idea how she could have so much power over him and convince him to do anything. Not that they couldn’t stop if he didn’t want to, but he didn’t really want to. 

It was fine, for now. The long sweater and the coat were hiding his semi-hard boner and since it was Wednesday there weren’t many people around. The vibrations were also always very low or zero, and the feeling of being filled was oddly nice. 

Everything was going overall well, walking around the different shops holding hands and bags as they looked around for gifts and things they needed. 

“I need to buy some clothes,” Jade exclaimed, dragging him into a shop. 

“Clo-closet empty?” He asked when they were halfway through it, confused by the number of skirts and sweater tops she was picking up, but she didn’t answer. 

“Do you like this pink top?” She asked, ignoring his words, picking up a button-up pastel pink cardigan that reached just above the navel. 

He hummed. “It’d look a-amazing on you,” he forced out, even though he didn’t really get the point of wearing cropped tops in winter, but they were indeed cute, especially on her. And he didn’t even understand why she was giggling at his answer but the low vibrations down there weren’t making him dare to let out many words, afraid moans were going to come out instead.

“I — I don’t think we can both come in together,” he mumbled when she pushed him into the fitting room with her after getting everything she needed. 

“I’m sure none will care,” Jade replied, smiling at him. 

“Are you going to try them on?” He asked, eyes skimming over her body nervously as he bit his thumb’s nail. Seeing her half-naked was the last thing he needed, to be honest. “Why are you smiling like that?” His voice was shaky and low, trying to understand the look on her face. “You don’t… you don’t want me to…” he whispered incredulously, gaze now falling on the skimpy clothes she picked. 

“You don’t want to look pretty for me?” She asked, voice gentle and head tilted to the side, staring at him softly. 

“I don’t… I’ve never done this, I… what if somebody comes in?” 

“The door is locked, and I’m pretty sure that nobody would barge in without at least knocking first.” 

“I’m a… I mean, I’m a man and those are…” he almost whimpered, voice shaking more. “Like there’s nothing wrong with it, and clothes are clothes, it’s just I — I’ve never seen myself like this.”

“I know,” she replied, turning around to look through her bag and grabbing something. “Are you totally uncomfortable with that?” She checked in. Jade knew that trying something like this out of the blue and in public was a big move, especially with him. Taeyong wouldn’t have blinked an eye, probably he would’ve even picked something himself that he wanted to try, considering how much he found out he loved wearing her clothes, but Jaehyun was totally new to this, and she couldn’t risk making him uncomfortable. 

Jaehyun gulped, biting his lips, she looked amazing in pink soft typically considered feminine clothes, Taeyong looked pretty wearing those clothes but he never, never, imagined wearing anything of that kind. No matter how much he found that peachy pink beautiful and how soft most of the things felt to the touch… there was nothing wrong with that, but he wasn’t like that. 

Yet, here he was. 

Seriously pondering if he should’ve given in or not. He breathed deeply, they could’ve stopped at any moment, Jade would’ve never forced him into something he wasn’t comfortable with, and maybe it would’ve turned out a fun thing to try. 

“You won’t mock me, right? This is — shit — not to make fun of me?” 

“No, peach,” she replied, caressing his face, “I’d never do that. I’ve been thinking you’d look amazing with something softer. There’s nothing that deserves shaming in wearing feminine clothes, or make-up. You are a very pretty boy and I think you’d look amazing in those clothes.” 

And when his cock twitched in his pants at that pet name, he knew he was too far gone to tell her no. So he hummed, gaining a comforting smile. He was with her, nothing could’ve gone wrong. 

“Wear this,” she said handing him a pink-laced panties. 

“These are yours,” he whispered, it was embarrassing but he remembered all her lingerie by heart. 

“Yeah, I’m not going to make you try this stuff like this.”  

“But I’m… I’m big,” Jaehyun mumbled, the tip of his ears turning red as he stared at the floor. 

She chuckled, well, that was the point of everything. “It’s fine, they should cover pretty much of you… if you’re not hard.” 

He hummed, turning around, and starting to get rid of his pants and underwear, disgusted by the way the black boxers had a visible wet patch on the front. He held in a whimper when the fabric brushed against his — pretty much — hard cock and then turned around. 

“Are you okay?” She checked in, lifting his lowered head with two fingers. 

He nodded, lips pressed together. 

“Good,” she replied, kissing him gently. “If it gets too much we’ll stop,” she reassured him. “I know it is a pretty rough start for something like this since we’ve never done this.” 

Jaehyun smiled, heart jumping in his throat when she looked through the skirts. 

“We’ll start with something long, okay?” She said, picking up a knee-length black skirt with white lines that formed black squares. 

“That’s long for you?” he asked, eyeing the piece she was holding. 

“It’s long, babe.” 

“It’s mid-length for me, it will never arrive at my knees, fuck.” 

“Try it,” she handed it to him. “I’m sure it’ll look amazing. The white lines are pretty.” 

He grabbed it with shaky hands. “You… you’ll look?” 

“Want me to turn around?” 

“No, no,” he stopped her, voice dying in his throat. “I — I feel… need your comfort.” 

She smiled, “I’m right here, babe. You’re doing good.” 

And with that, he slipped into the skirt, the soft fabric slipped easily around his thighs and then on his waist, sitting pretty on his hips… weirdly prettily he thought as he swirled around to look at himself in the mirror. 

“You look beautiful, do you like it?” She asked, caressing his hips softly. 

“Mhh,” he hummed, “it’s nice… I guess.” 

“Do you feel like trying a top too?” 

“I don’t… I don’t think they’ll fit me.” 

“We’ll make your big boobs fit somehow,” she joked but the comment made him redden even more. 

“No, no, please,” he mumbled when the vibrations picked up as he pulled his sweater off and tried to grab the white woolen sweater she was passing to him. 

“I’m sure you can take it, right? You can be my good boy?” 

“Ye-yeah, be good… for you,” he whimpered, turning around trying not to fall on the ground and looking at the mirror as he tried to get into the top. “I’m stuck,” he whined, struggling to pull down the sleeves. 

“Here,” she reassured, pulling it down for him and then fixing it on his body. 

“Thank — thank you,” Jaehyun whispered, lifting his gaze to the mirror. “I think it’s, umh, a little tight.” 

“It looks good on you, though,” she said, now caressing the exposed bit of his waist that neither the skirt nor the top covered. “We can don’t buy it though if you don’t like it.” 

“Yeah, I — I want to, mmph,” he whimpered, hand flat against the wall in front of him and legs pressed together as the vibrations picked up again. “Not fair.” 

“You want?” Jade asked, ignoring his words, raising the vibrations even more, hearing his breath getting heavier. 

“The — the pink.” 

“The top or the skirt? Or both?” 

He turned around struggling on his knees, already hating how overwhelmed he was. “You choose.” 

“Maybe you can try this one?” She proposed. 

“It’s… it’s a dress.” 

“A beautiful dress, you loved it before when I took it.” 

“On… on you,” he replied, swallowing hard. “You’d look, uh, pretty, you’d look so so — fuck — pretty.” 

She cupped his chin. “You’d look pretty in it. Try it. We’re here for you.” 

He nodded, soft mumbles spilling out of his mouth senselessly, getting out of the skirt easily. “I’m stuck,” he almost cried when the top blocked him again and he shivered when he felt her touch on his abs, holding in a moan when her fingers grazed his sensitive nipples. “Here, baby boy,” she kissed him slowly before passing him the dress. 

“It’s silky,” he noticed, feeling the fabric in his hand, “I might like it.” 

“Silk dresses are the best, they give me the best confidence boost,” she said, helping him put it on, the fabric stretching around his fit muscles, and then wrapping around his body perfectly, falling loosely around him. 

And it did feel good, somehow he liked the way the material felt on his skin, and the way it fell on his body, the v-line showing most of his chest, the long sleeves dropping softly on his arms. 

“So?” She asked

“I — I like it,” he confessed and then a low moan rolled out of his lips when, swinging the skirt, it brushed against his tip. “I’ll take it off, now.”

“Skirt and pink top, now,” she cheered, putting the white top aside to remember not to buy it. “Your favourites.” 

He blushed harder, a faint smile on his face and anticipation rising until he realized he was naked, hard on, vibrating toy in his ass, and laced panties in a fucking fitting room. “I — I don’t think this is a good idea,” he said, covering, making her lift a brow. 

“The wet stain on your panties says otherwise, baby.” 

“No, I… I’m so… so…” 

“Pretty? Beautiful? Graceful?” 

“Exposed.” 

She walked closer, pressing her lips on his, kissing him harder. “There’s only me, peach. And to me, you look amazing.” 

He nodded, feeling high on pleasure, disconnected, “I — please, slow — slow them.” 

“Put the skirt on first.” 

“I — I can’t, no, fuck,” he cried, voice clipped, abs twitching as the vibration got higher again before slowing down, the ups and downs cutting his breath short. 

“Skirt,” she ordered. 

He tried to move in it, almost falling to the ground, feeling it was impossible to move. “It’s small.” 

“It’s perfect.”

Jaehyun turned around in the mirror, “You can see my butt,” he said in a high-pitched voice. “And my… my, fuck.” 

“Your cock in those pretty panties? Yeah, it looks beautiful.” 

He started to tap his feet on the ground, swallowing harder. “I can’t.” 

“You can, you’re doing pretty amazing even if you’re making a mess.” 

He looked down, shivering at the way he could feel the pre-cum stick to the fabric of the panties. 

“Need help with the cardigan?” She asked, and he hummed, letting her put it on him, this time without teasing the sensitive buds on his chest. 

“See, they look pretty together, do you like the way it feels?” 

“I like the top,” he confessed, touching it. “I look good, yeah, fuck.” 

“You look really fuckable,” she teased, making him lose a beat. 

“Is it… a compliment?” 

She hummed before touching him with one hand as the other controlled the vibration making him bend over. “No, baby, up,” she said grabbing his hair and pulling him back against her. 

Jaehyun’s eyes went wide when their bodies touched and his back pressed against her. 

“Are,” he started, words dying in his mouth, “are you wearing the — shit, shit, fuck —” 

“I can’t wait to go back home to fuck you,” she whispered against his ear, pressing the strap-on harder against him.  

“No, no, we really, we shouldn’t be doing this,” he whined, voice shaking and heart pounding loud. 

“No one will hear,” she said, moving a hand forward to touch him and starting to kiss his neck. “Well, If you keep quiet.”

“No, no,” he cried, even if his body bucked against her. He did want her, so fucking badly, and he wouldn’t even have minded this if he was more used to it, but he wasn’t. He wasn’t. He was so bad at this, he wasn’t like Taeyong, or her. They were really good at following the rules, at knowing what they were doing, but he was terrible. 

“Orange,” he cried, tears spilling down his face and she immediately pulled away, shutting the vibrator down and turning him around. 

“Hey, baby, look at me,” she ordered with a caring tone, caressing his face. 

“I… I’m sorry,” Jaehyun whimpered. 

“No, no,” she reassured. “No apologies, babe, we said we would stop. I’m sorry, I should’ve known this would’ve been too much for you.” 

“I want you.” 

“No, you don’t need to force yourself.” 

“No, please, can you,” he panted, sitting on the stool but regretting when the toy pushed against him, “can you listen? I said orange, not red.” 

“Yeah, right, I just, okay, go on.” 

“I… I want you, and I wa-want to do this,” he said, pointing at the clothes, “but at home. I want you to fuck me at home, I don’t think I’m ready for this, I know I’ve been prepped by now, but I don’t feel, I don’t feel used enough to that, we never do it and you’re good, you’re so good, you’re the best, I’d let you do anything but I — I’m not like —” 

She shushed him with a kiss, caressing his face, “It’s enough, no need to compare, okay?”

He nodded, reaching closer for another small kiss. 

“Should we buy these things and go home?” She asked, quirking a brow when he stayed there. “Jae?” 

“Baby, call me, baby.” 

She smiled tenderly at him, cheeks flushed, body slumped against the wall, fit thighs barely covered by the small pastel pink mini skirt and he looked so fucking cute in that soft cropped cardigan. 

“Fine, baby, can we leave?” 

He shook his head, voice coming out as an embarrassed whisper, “I need to come, please. Can’t make it at home.” 

“Are you sure you’ll buy that skirt?” 

“Fo-for me?” He asked, confused because he couldn’t quite understand the correlation with his request but, for the condition he was in, he couldn’t even be able to add two plus two, so he didn’t think it through. 

“Yeah, for you.” 

“Yeah, I like it,” he replied. “You… you don’t want me to wear it outside, right?” 

Jade smiled, almost chuckling. They didn’t define their reversed dynamics, mostly because having him on his knees seemed to be a one-time thing. Nothing of that kind ever happened again, well, apart from her trying to have some dominance but it always ended with him on top. So she didn’t even think they had anything to discuss, so technically she couldn’t even ask him to go that far, but it was cute that the thought didn’t cross his mind. 

“No, I think I’d like to keep this for my eyes only… for now.” 

“And not even the others, right?” 

She shook her head, grabbing the remote and raising the vibrations unexpectedly, making him moan loudly. 

“Are you insane?” 

She laughed, and he let his head roll back when they didn’t stop. 

“Is everything alright?” A voice from the outside asked and Jaehyun’s eyes went wide. 

“Oh, umh,” he mumbled, trying to calm his breath but the vibrations kept being steady, “yeah, thanks, I mmh, turned and — shit — sorry, dumb me stubbed the toe against the seat.” 

“Are you sure everything’s alright?” 

“Yeah, it, ah, hurts, but it’s… fine, it’s fine, thanks.” 

“Alright, if you need anything we’re at the desk.” 

“Thanks,” he forced out, looking at Jade with what wanted to be glaring eyes but he was just a mess. 

“It’s too much,” he whispered, gripping the seat under him, knuckles going white. 

“You said you wanted to come, didn’t you?” 

He nodded, lips trapped in his teeth, feeling his brain fogged as not only the vibration kept going but now the toy pushed deeper into him. 

“Kiss me,” he begged, “please, tell me, tell me I’m doing — fuck — good. I’m your good boy, right? Even if I — even if I — fuck — stopped you?” 

She kissed him, “yes, you are always my good boy. Good boys know their limits, right?” 

He hummed, bucking his hips up to get more contact with her. 

“Good boys look pretty in their pretty feminine clothes.” 

“Yeah.” 

“And good boys come in them, too, right?” 

Realization hit him, “their not, not mine, not yet, not — fuck — ” 

“You will ruin them I’m sure, we’ll have to buy them.” 

“They will — shit — they will know, no, uhm,” he moaned, rolling his head back, making his lips bleed from how hard he was pressing to hold back the moans as he felt the orgasm approach. 

“I’m pretty sure they know already.” 

He shook his head, tears starting to roll down. He didn’t want to make an embarrassing mess but it was either now or in the pants he was going to use to walk to the car and in the middle of the mall. 

“Please,” he moaned. 

“Come for me,” she ordered, raising the vibrations and sending him over the edge, knocking the breath out of him, eyes snapping open before squeezing shut as he felt the waves hit him. 

“Good boy,” she kissed him, chest panting hard. “Good, good boy.” 

“I need, need a moment,” he breathed out.

She chuckled, messing his hair playfully. 

“Fuck, I…” he whispered, looking down, “I made a mess.” 

“Pretty much. We can clean it up a little if it helps.” 

“What if they ask why we’re buying something ruined?” He cried, bringing his hands on his face but when Jade kneeled at his level and started cleaning him up with a wet wipe he felt like crying. 

“Better, babe?” 

He nodded. “Tha-thank you.” 

“I feel generous,” she said, chuckling, “I go to do the checkout and you’ll wait for me outside, okay?” 

“Are you sure?” 

She nodded, standing up and leaving a peck on his lips in the way. “You already crossed enough limits today,” she said. “And I need this to be over because I am not finished.” 

When they arrived home they rushed upstairs, not even caring to check if somebody else was home. 

“My panties look good on you,” she whispered, leaving him bare, the only thing covering him being her underwear that he never took off. 

Jaehyun’s head lowered, too embarrassed to look at her. Hating the way his cock was hard once again, dripping pre-cum desperately. 

“You’re so pretty when you’re embarrassed, you know?” She said, caressing his face, and lifting it from facing the floor. “When you stammer, when your voice shakes and gets higher, when you’re all red.” Her lips met his in a soft kiss before she pulled away, picking something from the bags full of clothes. 

“Wait — you — you want me to wear it?” He asked, gulping hard, staring at the pink clothes in her hand. 

“What have we bought them for?” She cocked her head, winking. 

Jaehyun nodded, “Yeah, yeah, of course, of course,” he mumbled. “Can — can you help me with the cardigan? It — it gets stuck, and I — I —” 

Jade kissed him, stopping his ramble. “I’m here, I surely will help my pretty boy to look like a doll.” 

Jaehyun groaned in a high-pitched voice at the name, shivering when her fingers caressed his body. “Don’t tease me.” 

She chuckled, humming under her breath before she told him to lift his arms and pushed the soft fuzzy cardigan on him again. “It looks so good on you, baby boy.” 

His face colored of a bright pink again, looking down to admire how the top laid on him and found it hotter than he wanted to. But when she handed him the skirt he hesitated again, groaning when he had to bend to slip it on before it sat on his hips just like before. 

“Do a twirl for me,” she ordered, and he obeyed with no second thoughts, shivering and whining when the skirt flew up and exposed him even more. “So, so pretty,” she praised, voice sultry and low. “Get on your knees.” 

“On — on my knees?” He stuttered, eyes moving quickly around, thinking he heard wrong. 

“Yes, babe, now.”

Jaehyun nodded, kneeling, whimpering when his dick brushed against the laced texture and pressed against his thigh, the toy still filling him, enough to drive him insane even if it wasn’t vibrating. He had no idea where he found the strength to look up, but he was glad he did when she started to undress, the heavy clothes dropping behind on the chair while she was only in her expensive bra, the strap-on toy hovering over him now that her panties where on the floor. He didn’t even know what took over him when he voluntarily leaned in and licked the tip while looking straight into her eyes, but none of them could care about the reason why, when this was so hot. 

“Good boy,” she praised, holding the base and pushing closer to him, waiting for his mouth to open, pushing half the size in. “Get it all wet for me so I can fuck you hard.” 

His eyes closed at her words, cock throbbing in his panties and he was glad the skirt at least covered that and the embarrassing amount of cum leaking out of his slit. 

“It’s big,” he mumbled when the tip reached his back, and his eyes looked up at hers, shivering at the way she was staring at him, drifting his gaze when she chuckled and just started moving her hips against his face. 

“Just like yours, isn’t it?” She teased, grabbing his hair to tug them behind and push the toy deeper in his mouth, making him gag on it and mumble words she could barely understand. And she knew that if only that wasn’t a toy she would’ve come already. She couldn’t even remember seeing him go down on any of their boyfriends, but it was so hot to see him choke on a cock and make a mess. She could see the wet patch on the skirt. 

A louder moan rolled from her mouth when Jaehyun’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and his moans got messier, hips moving around while he tried to get some kind of relief while he eagerly sucked on the toy as if she could come from it. She pulled out and he gasped, spit rolling down his chin and red eyes looking up at her, trying to breathe in some air. 

“Please,” he breathed out, chest panting and knees hurting against the floor, “fuck me, please. I — I need you.” 

Jade smirked, tilting her head, and caressing his face, smearing the mess before pushing it back into his mouth. “Want mommy to fuck you?” 

He nodded eagerly, gulping hard, swinging his hips side to side in anticipation. Shame long forgotten in the back of his brain. 

“Get on the bed, princess.” 

His brain spun at the name, legs barely supporting the weight of his body while he tried to run on the bed. 

“Let me take this out of you, okay?” Her hand moved to push his legs apart, moving the panties to the side to have space to push the toy out, his hole already ruined by all the stretch it had been put under for the entire day. 

“No, don’t take it off,” he screamed when she lifted the skirt, making her brow quirk. 

“Eased into it, baby boy? Also, I wasn’t going to, I told you I want to fuck you in these.” 

He hummed, relaxing again against the bed. “I — I like it. I look good in these and — and then — fuck,” he cried, for some reason still feeling ashamed, but he was pretty sure it got nothing to do with the clothes, it was her, it was always her, and the way she got his inside twist in the best way every time she took control. “The top is — is soft, mhh, like it.” 

She smiled, pouring some more lube on the strap before pushing in. His head rolled back as soon as the toy pushed past his rim, feeling the tip already stretching him more than the toy did. 

“Are you okay?” She checked, staring at him, smiling when he only nodded frenetically and tried to open his eyes. 

“Please, fuck me.” 

Her hands moved on his thighs until they reached the back of his knees and pushed them close to his chest, bottoming completely. “You’re so ready for me, baby. See, you should always listen to me when I tell you to do something.” 

“Is it — is it big-bigger?” He asked through ragged breaths, blinking his eyes as he tried to look down but failing to see anything other than his aching cock still pressed in the tight lingerie and her body pressed against him. 

“No, baby boy, it’s always the same. Want it bigger?” 

Jaehyun quickly shook his head, he could barely take this he didn’t even want to imagine something bigger, and when she laughed at his panicked face, he blushed red. “It’s just — I — I would fail you.” 

She shook her head, kissing his lips, and rubbing a hand on his boner, making him hiss and whimper through the kiss. “You won’t ever fail me, baby. You’re so good, just look at you now.” 

He hummed, nodding with his eyes closed, feeling on the edge every time her fingers grazed on his sensitive tip, the laced fabric sending stronger buzzes of pleasure through his bones. 

“You’re so hard, baby,” she moaned, pressing harder on him, watching as his body twitched. 

“Is — is it bad?” 

“How can it be bad?” 

Jaehyun didn’t reply, no words formed in his mind now that she started moving in and out with calculated thrusts. Jaehyun was honestly surprised at how different she was when she had control, nothing of his lazy, subby girl was there, not even a faint memory. Her hips snapped with force, her legs strongly kept her body up, and her hands wrapped firmly around his waist, little did it matter they barely fit around him, her grip was still strong and made him shiver. 

“Taking my cock so well, pretty boy,” she praised. Her eyes moved from his face to his legs, pussy clenching and dripping down the vibrator inside of her while she stared at his throbbing hard cock caged inside her pink panties and the skirt bouncing with every thrust. He truly was so pretty. A grin crept on her face when his hips started jerking up messily, a sweet reminder that he wasn’t used to all of this. And that only turned her on so much more, the way he was so vulnerable and open compared to their other times together drove her insane. There was something about having control over him that couldn’t compare to anything else. 

It was so good that she couldn’t even get mad when he came untouched in his, hers, panties, at this point it didn’t matter anymore, moaning and shaking. She didn’t care about rules with him, she just wanted to see his walls fall down, and the more he came, the better. 

“I — I made a mess,” he groaned, choking on a small sob, looking down where his cum stained her panties and his skirt. Shaken by the orgasm and also by everything that was going on, he felt so vulnerable and he felt like he could cry. But apparently Jade was unfazed by this and it still wasn’t enough. “I’m sorry,” he still blubbered, fearing she was disappointed in him. 

“I can’t drag you anywhere like you do with me, so I need you to turn around,” she ordered but with a smile on her face, staring at him with tender eyes that made him let out the breath he was holding in. “Face the mirror, pretty.” 

“I — I don’t think I — umh — can stand,” he cried out, chest still panting, and legs shaking. Jade smiled, it was cute how much he could keep up when he was in his dominant space compared to his sub-space. 

“You just have to turn on the bed and stand at the edge on your hand and knees,” she explained, caressing his thigh to soothe him. 

Jaehyun nodded, pressing his lips in a thin line as he gathered the strength to move even an inch of his body. But somehow he did, positioning himself in the position she wanted, watching her move behind him. Waiting patiently to feel her again. His eyes followed her move, silently admiring how she pressed against him, pulling down the drenched panties and throwing them at the side, and then pouring more lube inside his ass, making him twitch when the cold liquid made contact with his sensitive skin. 

“This skirt was made for you,” she praised, lifting it up, exposing his bare ass and sinking deep inside him, hitting his prostate with one go. Jaehyun’s head fell down, choked moans dying in his mouth as tears menaced to spill from his eyes. 

“Look at yourself in the mirror,” she ordered, grabbing his hair to keep his head up, forcing him to meet his wasted image in the reflecting surface. “See how pretty you are?” 

He hummed, biting his lips as he struggled to keep his eyes open, the pleasure fogging his brain fully. 

“You are mommy pretty boy, aren’t you?” She asked, stopping her movement, “Aren’t you?” She groaned, tugging his hair. 

“Ye-yeah, fuck, yes, your pretty — umh,” he groaned, words dying in his mouth. 

She smiled, hips picking the same rhythm. “Good boy.” 

“Good — good girl,” he whispered, making her hips falter for a second, eyebrows quirking. 

“Me?” 

He shook his head. “M-me, please, wanna — wanna be your good girl, please. Please, mommy, let me — call me a good girl.” 

Jade was shocked, staring into his eyes in the mirror, not able to hide her expression. Not even Taeyong ever arrived that far, and that was the last thing she expect today — or ever — from Jaehyun. But just because she wasn’t expecting it, it didn’t mean she didn’t love it. So she shook her head, dusting out of her haze and started fucking him faster. 

“Want to be mommy’s good girl?” 

Jaehyun nodded, tears falling down his face as the overstimulation was making him shake. 

“You gotta work for it, don’t you know it?” 

He nodded. “Wan — want to be pretty for you, please. Fuck — fuck the pretty in me.” 

She chuckled tenderly at his words. “Oh, baby girl, you already have it in you, you don’t need me to fuck the pretty in you.” 

Jaehyun let out a whine, head rolling back, his adam’s apple moving up and down with every deep swallow of spit. 

“Look at me while I fuck you,” she groaned, leaning flat against his back, her cheek pressing against his, meeting his wet skin. 

His head moved back in place, blinking repeatedly to wipe away the clumps of tears. “Fuck,” he whimpered, “you’re — you’re so hot.” The smirk that formed on her face at his words made his head spin, she was hot and she knew it and kept using it against him and here he was, a complete brain-shut mess under her. He almost screamed when she pushed him a bit higher, just enough that more of his body could be seen in the reflection. 

Jaehyun couldn’t hold in the moans anymore, letting out high-pitched screams and desperate whimpers that never belonged to him. She wasn’t bigger than him, or stronger, yet he felt so small and helpless right at that moment that his whole body started shaking. Her strong scent, a mix between her natural one and the sultry perfume she was wearing, surrounded him whole, her hands all over his body, and her eyes staring intensely into him. He whined when his arms gave up, upper body falling limp, almost tumbling on the floor if only she didn’t hold him up, and then dragged them both further into the middle of the bed. 

“Don’t be clumsy,” she warned, leaving a smack on his ass. 

“’m sorry,” he whined, cheek pressed against the duvet. “Too good, you’re — you’re too, too good.” 

She couldn’t say anything; it was too good. The sight in front of her was driving her insane just as much. His pink, feminine clothes wrapped around his fit, broad body, his soft brown hair dampened on his forehead, his cheeks flushed with red and wet with tears, and his whimpers and moans. That was everything she had dreamed of and more. So as a natural response her hips started snapping with more force against him. 

Longer, strained moans came from him, muffled by the sheets that pressed against his flushed face, mouth agape with some drool dripping unconsciously down the corner of his mouth, creating a wet patch. 

Her fingers grazed his cheek, moving her thumb in circles, smiling back when his lips turned into a fucked out smile. “You’re so beautiful, baby, you know?” 

Jaehyun hummed, eyes closed and ass arching up even more. 

“You’re taking me so well, taking mommy’s big cock as if you were made for me,” she praised, pulling his cheeks apart, and eliciting a deeper groan from him. 

“I — I don’t — I — can’t take it longer, please, Miss,” he blubbered, trying to lift his neck to look at her but he felt boneless. 

She smirked, the name ‘miss’ sparking a fire inside her. “Can you be a good girl and come without my hand?” 

“Yes, yes, just — just keep, keep fucking me,” he begged, head falling down the mattress again, whole body shaking, shivers covering his skin as he felt close again. His brain was so hazed with pleasure that he didn’t even realize he started fucking back into her, meeting her in the middle, soft flesh bouncing beautifully as she kept stretching him wide and deep. 

The last thrusts were sloppier, pleasure overwhelming both of them. Her nails dug in the exposed part of skin between the cardigan and skirt, while his sunk in the sheets. Loud and shaky moans filling the room with the harsh smacks of her hips against his ass. A wail ripped from his lips when the orgasm rippled through him, big hard cock throbbing while spurting out white cum, making a mess on the skirt and the bedding, thighs trembling and heart beating so fast in his chest he felt he could pass out. Jade’s orgasm wasn’t any less intense, the vibrations raised to the maximum and his whimpers, his face, and his body pushed her off the edge with force. 

The room was thick with sex air as they stayed there, her body collapsing on his, making him cringe when his skin met the pool of cum, but he was too tired to move or do anything. 

“You did so well, baby girl,” Jade praised, testing the ground with the feminine name, and sighing in relief when Jaehyun smiled at it and even blushed a little. His sub-space lasted a while, she could be quite sure of it now. “You accept challenges and ace them every time, I’m so proud of you, you know?” Her fingers rubbed the back of his head, grazing the neck, making him shiver. She kept praising him while leaving kisses all over his neck and shoulders, moving the soft top down to have access to his burning skin, her hands caressing his body until he stopped trembling. 

When she pulled out, Jaehyun whined, looking for her, moving his hands around. 

“I’m here,” she said, grabbing it. “Come here, let’s turn around and lay on the clean side of the bed for a while,” she ordered, helping him move to rest on the sheets, pushing the duvet off the bed. 

“Good girl, ugh?” She teased chuckling, brushing his hair back, after a few minutes of silence. 

“Shut up,” he replied, hiding in the crook of her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I get why you like being called that so much.” 

Jade laughed tenderly at his comment. “I really love how this fit looks on you, you know?” She said, caressing his chest, causing his face to blush red once again. 

“So, you weren’t mocking?” 

She shook her head. “There’s nothing to mock. I was a pink clothes hater too when I was fully immersed in my internalized misogyny era but thank god I’m out of it,” she laughed, making him giggle too. “And clothes are just clothes at the end of the day, so if you like something just rock it.” 

Jaehyun smiled, feeling safe and protected, another reminder that in that home he could’ve always been anything and they would’ve loved him anyway, it didn’t really matter that this thing didn’t start from him. “I really like it too,” he whispered, looking down at the clothes that were still covering his body. “I might actually wear it sometimes… inside the house… when it’s just us.” 

Jade smiled back, pecking his lips. “I don’t mind if something of you is only mine to see.” 

“Good, cause for now this will be for your eyes only.” 

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So I’m reading Heir to the Empire between ep7 and ep8 of Ahsoka which is Some Kinda Choice and:

Omigod no one told me this is the one where Mara Jade gets introduced! Hi Mara!

“0.7 seconds after leaving the Jedi, Ahsoka starts dealing drugs for the mob” will never not be funny to me but “after being the Emperor’s personal assassin Mara Jade goes to work for Discount Kaz Brekker” is a strong contender

I definitely pictured Early Mara as more feral tho? Like, she’s pissed that she can’t get a character reference from her last employer. Mara PLEASE

Also Multiday Hikes for Character Bonding gotta be one of my favorite genders

I read No Prisoners first and gonna be honest it wasn’t my favorite so this is me finding out 1) Pellaeon was a retcon and 2) I don’t like it. I mean I like Pellaeon in both books but I’m having a hard time seeing them as the same person. And I can’t totally articulate it; in some ways the two incarnations seem too different, but I think actually my bigger issue is that they’re too similar? It’s been 30 years and a BUSY 30 years at that and this guy’s just kinda vibin’? Did No Prisoners reach its OC maximum and pull this man out of a bingo wheel or

Thrawn’s Art Insight Checks bring me life. Rebels really wasn’t making that up huh

Okay so the main motivating factor for me reading this book is the Thrawn content. Like, I want to understand why people are obsessed with Thrawn. *I* want to be obsessed with Thrawn. And okay competent villain is competent I can get behind that, but the fact of the matter is that’s he’s made one critical strategic blunder: going up against the Protagonists. And listen that’s just FUNNY. When your diabolical fascist plot 5 years in the making keeps getting set back because the exact wrong person shows up in the exact wrong place for completely unrelated reasons

It’s just hard to be afraid of this guy when the Force haaaaaates him in the most comical way possible

Speaking of which does the Falcon canonically run on an Improbability Drive now

The Noghri can tell Leia is Vader’s daughter based on smell and all I can think is “you must smell like feet wrapped in leathery, burnt bacon”

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My thoughts about Devil Venerable also Wants to Know by Cyan Wings after finally finishing it. It took a while for me to finish this because I'm obsessing over You Yao donghua...

Well, it was fun and very insightful read. I believe the message of the book are:

Be a critique to what you read and don't consume everything you read as if its the only truth available. Perspective matter. Look at the bigger picture. (God of Annihilation vs Abusive Romance)

Difference between a hater vs critique (Commenters vs Wenren E questioning the plot holes)

The balance between good and evil is important for the cycle and order of the world. World is not Black and White. (Baili Qingmiao character development)

Roles matter in relationship. You should know what your partner wants, strength and what role they are comfortable with if you want the relationship to work. (Yin Hanjiang & Yin Hanjiang story)

Real love is not abuse nor about social order. Its about equality and healthy communication. (Wenren E, Yin Hanjiang, He Wenzhao & Baili Qingmiao story)

I know there's a lot and it varies depend on what the reader noticed but that's what I remember that are the most important for me. I really love it when danmei point out some issues I barely see in straight romance. For example, this story shows the difference between fiction media for male and female. Male demographic care about the strength and power of MC while the female demographic are either annoyed to the naïve heroine or protective of her. Its really interesting to see that different media have different types of people. This is why its important to consume different genre to improve your media literacy, people!

As for the characters, I really love Wenren E as the protagonist. He's very aroace-coded and levelheaded so its easy for me to relate to his thoughts. Even if he's the leader of a demonic sect and chose a path that is harmful to him, he's very rational. His character explore what I wish MDZS Wei Wuxian should care. Demonic cultivation is not the issue here but MDZS Wei Wuxian dismissing the fact its harmful to him so it got worse to the point where there's no turning back. Wenren E on the other hand, know the stake very well so he focus in cultivating his mind seriously. But well, MDZS WWX is younger so it make sense he's more reckless and Wenren E is already jaded by his past experience. Anyway, I love both characters okay? Tbh Wenren E reminds me of SPL's Gu Yun more than WWX because they are both generals. I'm also thankful that Wenren E is very knowledgeable about the cultivation world and explained to the readers how it works while adding his own input about it such as heavenly tribulation is a thing, dual cultivating, bonded weapon etc. I don't really have a problem with him aside from the fact he use the ABUSIVE romance book to try to understand love in the beginning LOL That's like the worse book choice to understand what real love it.

Yin Hanjiang's journey in accepting what he desire is very compelling to me. I love that he was never submissive or yes man originally but he's more like playing the role that don't fit his personality at all. Thanks to that, the result is he became mediocre or he can't progress. All this time he's suppressing the real him with the thought of being afraid it won't fit to Wenren E's standard. I like that their whole fighting dynamic was changed in the ending. He used to just assist Wenren E like a typical righthand man or side kick but later we found out he shines more if he's the one who charge first or be in offensive. I like that in the final battle he become the star of the show while Wenren E became his support.

Baili Qingmiao is the heroine of Abusive Romance. I admit I'm annoyed to her in the beginning because I hate naïve mary sue heroines with romance-driven mindset. It turns out she just need Shu Yanyan, Zhongli Qian, Qiu Congxue and Wenren E's guidance to realize what she's doing is wrong. Revolving your life to just one person especially if this person is not even worth your sacrifice is not the way. Life is not all about Romance. Its about love that comes in different shapes. That's why platonic relationship also exists. Self-caring and caring about the world are also love. I also love her realization that the world is not black and white. Even the righteous sect has bad apples in it and it don't mean righteous sect is entirely bad just like how Xuanyuan demonic sect is not pure evil either. They have demonic cultivators and ruthless, yes but that don't mean they are guilty to every bad thing happened in their world. But that don't entirely excuse them that their sect is still one of the most cruel sect when it comes to brutality. At least they have rules that they only harm cultivators and not commoners lol

There are so many interesting characters to talk about. We have Shu Yanyan the right protector who was always seen scheming against Wenren E but always failed, the scholar-like handsome gentleman cultivator Zhongli Qian as the most reliable supporting character ever, the insufferable He Wenzhao who treat women as his stepping stone to advance his cultivation, etc. But I'm afraid this post will never end if if I talk about it more so I only chose these 3 because I think they are the most important to the story. Just read it if you want to find out more.

I think I recommend this to people who read MDZS, and TGCF if you want to know how cultivation world works because it covers the immortals, gods and cultivators. I also recommend it to You Yao and SVSSS fans because it has the comedy that make fun of story stereotypes. And yeah, to Tian Ya Ke fans because of antiheroes couple with healthy relationship. I will read the Governor is Sick next because I'm thirsty for this dynamic.