#ace x eyeballs

[michael-after-hours]

First Time for Everything

Summary: Ace Merrill isn't unlike everyone else in aspects of he's always had a first time for everything in his life, even if he tries so hard to deny he ever had a first experience with anything.

His most recent and jarring experience is with Richard 'Eyeball' Chambers, his best friend and the real leader of their little gang.

Warning: mentions of past child abuse and child neglect, underage drinking and smoking(it's stand by me we should know these fellas aren't quite adults yet) homophobic language (it's like the 50s), Ace being a typical asshole, mental breakdowns. Mentions of self-harm, and mentions of losing a loved one. Child abuse, bullying, it... it's ace merrill...he can only be oh-so nice.

Notes: I just think they're kinda fruity✨

Ace Merrill always had his issues, his ups and downs, highs and lows in life. While contradictory to what he spews and boast, he's fallen on his ass screaming and crying for help more times than he has tripped and walked it off.

Ace was only five years old when he was back handed by his father for "Being too loud". He still feels the sting of it, how he fell to the ground and a ways away from his father.

He remembers his mother rushing to pick him up and scolding his father only for her to get back handed as well and take Ace with her to his bedroom. That was the first time he was ever back handed.

Ace was only eight when he was picked up by his pants and nap of his shirt, then chunked into the water by an older cousin.

He couldn't swim yet and was trying to teach himself to fish while at a lake house of a relatives for the thanksgiving holidays. Screaming and crying, wailing gasping on water.

He went under three times and only came up a fourth time after an Uncle jumped in to get him. He was eight the first time he nearly drowned, and thankfully the last time.

Ace was ten when he was left at school alone for three hours. His mother was in the hospital due to sickness, and his father off too drunk to remember to pick him up.

He told the ladies at the front office someone was coming to get him, and he didn't need to ride the bus home...only to walk the long long walk home.

It was a crisp autumn evening, the sun vanishing quickly and the walk to his house had no lights and he didn't have anything to ride home on.

Hot wet tears stained his face that day he dragged himself home, scared, alone and hungry and let himself in the house that was left abandoned for the night. He was ten the firs time that happened, but it wouldn't be the last.

Ace was thirteen when he was offered a ride home during winter.

A boy named Richard Chambers, a smile that was so warm it could've melted the snow, and a laugh so intoxicating it made Ace smile.

He rode a little bicycle, ruby red, an "Early Christmas gift" from his relatives down south who couldn't make the trip this year for him. It has room for someone to stand on the back.

"I normally take my little brother home, but he went home with some friends, and you live near me!" He happily told him.

Ace gladly accepted the offer and held on tight to Richard as they went up and down the large hills. Ace basked in how it felt like they were gliding, flying down the long stretches of hills and oh how he and Richard laughed and ran out of breath when they got to Ace's house. He was thirteen when he made his first ever friend.

Ace was fifteen when he experienced his first major loss in life. His mother passed away from her illness.

Ace didn't actually know what she passed away from, none of them really did. She would get more clumsy and forgetful, pass out more and more, nearly caught the house on fire....

The doctors said it was a stress induced illness. so ace took it upon himself to help her more. he learned to cook, clean, do laundry, wash dishes properly, how to keep the house tidy, and do his school work, and have dinner done in time for his lousy father to get home. 

The stress free environment was never stress free however, since his father loved using him and his Mother as his punching bags after a bad day, and everyday was a bad day to that man.Ace swears he put his mother in an early grave, and he was fifteen when he lost the only person to ever protect him, he was fifteen when he vowed to hurt his father for taking away his mother. It was the first time he ever lost someone he truly loved. 

Ace was fifteen when Richard joined him at the funeral. It was spring and beautiful, the perfect time for his mother to pass. "You said she always did love spring, now she'll be immortalized in it." Richard told Ace.

"What do you mean?" he croaked out, voice weak from the crying he'd been doing for the past week.

"On you know, every time you think of her, you'll think of spring, and how beautiful it is, and how nice the flowers are....That's what I do when I think of my aunt, the flowers of spring on her grave.." Richard always had a way with words, and the words made Ace cry again, and just as the fresh tears fell from his face and a sob broke out of his mouth and echoed in the still silence of the funeral, you could hear thunder and the sound of rain starting to pour down on the church while Ace wailed his heart out for his Mother. The stormy gloomy weather matching his mood. It was the first time he felt a hole in his heart and wailed until he couldn't talk. 

Ace was sixteen when he learned how to replace a razor blade on his shaving razors. Ace learned quick how sharp they are and how you have to be careful with them, or how you can easily hurt yourself by accident on them. He learned that pants covered up bruises and cuts, and during the winter months when he dawns long sleeves for warmth no one questions it.

Ace learned that the thighs were the best and easiest place to cut, and how to pinch the skin. He learned having a scolding hot shower or bath that turned him a pretty pink made him bleed more. He learned the relaxation that would come with hurting himself. He was seventeen when he hurt himself to feel a litlte something. It was the first but not the last time he hurt himself on purpose.

Ace was seventeen when he felt the world collapse beneath him. He was told to get his shit together or it was off to the military with him by his Father's wrathful hands.

He discovered the joys of drinking, and smoking not just a month earlier, along with the joy of cutting and stabbing. He was seventeen when his father broke a bottle over his head and pushed Ace out of the house.

He was seventeen when his father pushed him out of a moving car at night and made Ace limp home.

He was seventeen when Richard found him....crying by the lake, and offered him his hand and a shoulder to cry on.

Ace was seventeen when his father skipped town suddenly, leaving Ace to live home alone, and with his uncle....who ran the junkyard. He was seventeen when he stabbed someone, and did a damn good job of hiding the body.

It was the first time he killed someone, and hopefully the last.

Ace was Eighteen when life got better again. Richard had formed a gang, or as he called it "A group of the local outcast Ace" and outcast they were.

Drinking, stealing, threatening, vandalizing, raising hell and smoking a pack a day nearly. They all got names that weren't their own. Ace was no one, he was John Merrill, but now? Now he was Ace...

He was special, everyone wanted an Ace for a full deck of cards, people would love and adore Ace. He was Ace Merrill, and he kicked Richard off the pedestal of leader and appointed himself the new leader, calling Richar, "Eyeball". Why? His eyes did this adorable twitch, that made Ace chuckle every time he watched his eyes wiffle and droop, twitch and make him shake his head.

He was eighteen when the cobra gang formed. It was the first time he felt alive.

Ace was eighteen again when he got a girlfriend. She only lasted about a month? Maybe two...Ace kept her around as eye candy, she was some cheerleader chick the guys bragged about who gave good favors in return for cigarettes and booz.

She was hung up on Ace like he hung the moon itself but he couldn't stand her in his lap. Or how she giggled, he hated her, she filled him with a blind rage so much so he back handed her in front of everyone one night. Screaming at her to "SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH!!" Well she didn't like that and broke up with him, and none of the guys really agreed with it. He didn't care he brushed it off.....

Until Richard pointed it out. "Ace...hey man....your acting like my dad..." His dad, Mr Fucking Chambers....no better than Ace's now dead and gone dad. Ace thinks thats the first time he really truly felt bad for hurting someone, if only due to it concerned tone from Richard. 

Ace was on his seventh bottle of beer and nearly done with his pack of cigarettes when he realized how shaky he felt. How he couldn't breath, how the world spinning and seemed loud around him.

How his skin felt tight and how nothing felt like he was really there and living.

The cold air of autumn felt colder than before but welcoming, and he felt hot and sweaty, he fell off the porch steps he was on and stumbled around aimlessly before falling to his knees, unaware and oblivious to his surroundings. Ace could feel himself breathing heavy as his heart pounded in his ears before he felt like he was puking out sobs with how they didn't want to come out.

Gagging and choking on them before he wailed and screamed. He still doesn't know why just that he had clawed at his arms so badly they were red and a few spots bloodied. He remembers the coldness of that night and then the warmth and reassurance of being rocked and soothed. He couldn't breath until later and apologized profusely. It was his first, and not his last breakdown.

It wasn't until the cold harsh winter that would cover the ground in snow rolled around that Ace had to dial a lot of things back and realize a few things. He and the boys....

Didn't ever do anything during winter. Spring thought mid Autumn was their peak rebellion time, of being horrible. Winter? No one wanted to get to wild, they drank more and smoked more, flirted more and went out to diners and stole a bit more on occasion, but mostly it was a "Buckle down for school" time sadly.

Ace...ace wasn't doing good in school. How bad was it? .....He was getting by with the skin of his teeth levels bad. So here he was at the kitchen table, getting tutored from Richard in math and biology.

"So you have reading down, and spelling, history is perfect...Hey you should do that!" Richard was going through the study rubric of what all Ace was good with, so far he sucked ass with math and biology. "Do what?" Ace spoke dryly as he got up for a beer, popping the cap off as it fell onto the counter with a little tink sound.

"Go do something with history! You love the stuff, even when Mrs Johnson says your being a lazy screw off you pop off to her the right stuff! Stuff we never even know about!" Richard had that beautiful warm smile that got Ace to crack a small one before slumping in his chair.

It was the first time he considered life outside of Castlerock.

Winter break rolled around, and ace Somehow passed midterms of "See what you know" with flying colours except in math. His biology improved! But...math still suffered severely he didn't care much though. "So why are you so good with history and reading anyways Ace? Of all the things, i'd always expect you to be bad at those...no offence."

Richard always spoke the truth when it was just the two of them, and while they were once again at Ace's house, this time he was making homemade hot chocolate, yes homemade hot chocolate, for the two of them, it felt...odd. "Hmm? Oh uhhh...mom, she always...She always read big books to me, and would hold me as we listened to those radio dramas you know.." He vaguely explained as he stirred the pot holding the warm coco.

"You never talk about her...she was so sweet, why dont you talk about her Ace?" Richard seemed genuinely curious, and Ace couldn't fault him nor blame him for that. He didn't say anything just poured the hot coco into two mugs for them both, it wasn't until after he poured them he realized it was the quote on quote 'wedding' mugs his mom got for her and his father, back when they were happily married that is.

It was just matching mugs, Something with flowers...If you placed the mugs just so, next to each other it would make a cute heart.

"I just...She was...I just don't like living in the past." He stated. "You barely live in the now Ace...it doesn't hurt to talk about the past I mean..don't you ever wonder where your dad is?" Ace snapped, he didn't even mean to he just did. "HE'S IN THE GROUND WHERE HE BELONGS!" A loud bang on the table, shaking it as some coco swirled, then spilled over the sides, and a choked gasping cry left him as he covered his mouth shaking.

"...John....Hey...I'm sure that's true but...It's okay, he deserves it...come here." Ace wasn't budging and so Richard pulled the chair to him, the sound echoed in the house as it skid across the hardwood floors, and stopped when he was thigh to thigh with Richard. It was the first time he talked about his past, but not the last.

on one of them..his first one, the rest he neglected, or shoved off and away until they left him.

"Yeah im gonna get heeaaad~!!!" This made both of the boys burst into side holding laughter. Barely able to contain themselves from such a shit joke about getting head from some chick. "Okey, okey, really tho...like making out...you gonna kiss her?" Ace got slightly serious after their fit of laughter.

"....Ace I don't know how to kiss a girl.." This took Ace aback. He always thought Richard was more of a ladies man...least he saw him as such. He was handsome, sweet, a bit of well a dick at times but that added to his charm Ace felt. "Oh...that's okey, I haven't either." He foolishly confessed to him.

"You've had more girlfriends than me and haven't even kissed one!! HA! Fucking fairy!" Richard was laughing hysterically again as tears pricked the corners of his eyes. "Hey! Your one to talk! Least I've had some! You barely got the town whore to kiss your cheek! Fucking Jennett McNEeeeerrrr that CUNT what a biitch.." This earned Ace the pleasant sound of Richard wheezing from laughter, and Ace was going him soon after.

"FUuuck mee! Oh Ace...fuck man, uggh...okey...I have an idea though...why not practice on eachother?" Ace burst into more fits of laughter until his eyes fully fell on Richard who seemed dead serious and had that sly grin on his face.

"...Really? Thats faggy.." He stated taking another swig from his bottle. "Yeah, and? You wanna be good at kissing girls? What are you a pansy?" Without a moment's notice Ace took another swig of his drink and launched himself at Richard.

Half on him, half off, hands cupping his face as he pulled him towards him and littered sloppy breathless kisses all over his lips. Richard joined quickly as he dropped his bottle and pushed Ace on the grass cupping the blond's face as he moaned and whined into the kiss. It went on for what felt like hours but it quickly died when they pulled away for air. "You taste really good..." Richard breathed out. "Yeah you too..." Ace returned to him, panting and realizing they had a lot saliva over their lips and face. Seems they were a bit messy with this whole kissing thing.

"Wanna go again?" Richard barely had time to gather himself before Ace was back ontop him kissing him deeply and letting a few giggles escape them both as they started tussling on the grass.

It was a month til Summer, and just four days before Graduation. Ace was sitting in the Principles office, leg bouncing up and down as his right hand covered his mouth, the other held a death grip on his bag. 

Something about his grades and passing, he was terrified. He didnt want to be held back again, he dididn'tant to be alone again, he dididn'tant to deal with any of them at all. 

"Merrill John? Come here now please" Oh he felt sick, he could feel his lunch wanting to come out the way it went down. He felt sweaty yet was freezing to death, his heart was pounding, and his breaths were severely uneven.

"So John, take a seat," He fell into the chair in the small office. Looking around seeing normal things. Books, files, couple plants, small trinkets, normal office no different than the counsellors. "So You have been doing wonderful in History, as well as English which is good! Your Science/biology has greatly improved to where your passing.....now your math." Oh god.

Oh god no, not the math, it cant be that of all fucking things, MATH!? That will be his downfall he SWEARS! MATH! OF ALL THINGS!!!

"It's still quite low, but the good news is-" He didnt hear the Principle, he already dropped his bag and pulled the trashcan that was in his office to vomit into. Gagging a few time before his lunch came up. 

"Christ almighty Merrill! Now! Do you need the nurse before we continue? John! God son calm down, your not failing!! You passed math! The grading period is done! You passed!! Your extra curricular dont count towards graduating calm down!!! Go To the nurse! Take the can with you!!" Ace gave an extremely weak nod before puking again, he couldn't help it sadly. All this stress, all this anxiety and worry came out in the form of him sweating and puking, better than crying and weeping he supposed. 

He did get to lay down for a bit in the Nurse's office with an ice pack, so that was nice, and Richard took him out as congratulations for passing math finally.

"Took you til graduation but hey! You made it!!"

He did..he did make it didnt he?

Graduation went as well as anyone could have predicted. Which was shockingly well! Ace wasn't even the trouble maker there! It was some other guy named Adam....who thought it would be funny to steal a few awards and hide them, making everyone sit around for an extra hour.

Ace and Richard didnt mind, sneaking close  to eachother to talk and make fun of everyone, already reminiscing about thier prom that they barely attended, and what all they would be doing after graduating.

"thinking about getting a job out of town maybe...or in town and moving one day." Richard told him. "Yeah? sounds good...sounds good..." Ace told him. "What about you Ace?" "Hmmm? Oh uhh...I dont know...maybe work at the mechanics shop for a bit...." He wanted to go with Richard, where he went he wanted to follow, where he would go he wanted to be there with him. Where Richard went he wanted to be there home, to welcome him, or vise vera.

"Im gonna miss our study days.." Ace weakly confessed. "Dont have to! Might go to college and we can help eachother!" Collage...he forgot all about that, college...oh what would he do with College? What would he go to school for..  "Heh..yeah college..yeah...." the conversation ended quickly after as everyone was ushered into the Gymnazium where graduation was being held. 

Richard passed with a very high score, all things considered, and Ace passed with an Honors in history and english...

He passed with honours in two of his classes...

The summer was hot as always, even when it was heading back into fall, but while speeding down a strip of the well known and worn path of Castlerock, hte Cobra gang was once again rasing hell for one last time, yelling, screaming, causing hell for one last time. 

Why the last time? Well Ace was starting work soon, as was Richard, and they found a college the next town over, offered dormitories, and thier work would be in that town. So this was the last time to raise hell before making the long drives to work and start college. 

The summer was full of swimming, fun, fights, more theft, and of course, Richard and Ace being together constantly. That brat of Richard's brother even joined them a few times.

As the day was winding down to a final end, and everyone was dropped off, Richard stuck with Ace walking with him to his house. "So...You wanna admit it?" He asked out of the blue. "Admit what?" Ace sounded confused as he said this. "Admit that your a homo, a fairy like my brother teased you about~" Ace could deal with meny meny things, but Richard getting that chim in his voice? He couldn't ever deal with it. "NO! Im not!! Fucking door won't open!" Ace always fumbled whenever Richard made him flustered, he couldn't help it the guy had him wrapped around him like string. 

"Come onnn~ Admit it Acey!" He leaned against the door nearly pinning Ace against the door as he gave him a quick little kiss. 

"Im not!!" Ace finally got the door open and rushed inside with Richard following closely behind. "I think you are! We always make out! Kiss! I know you've gotten off to me and well come on what guys moan each others names and give each other hand jobs Ace!?!" Richard had a very valid point to all that..

"Its not! Its! Its not! Not!!! Its only faggy if you fuck another guy!!" Ace was red now. "Oh so you giving me head in the car at lovers peak doesn't mean anything~" Oh he had a point.. "NO! IT! No it doesn't!! You have to...to penetrate them...you know...like with girls.." Ace told him.

"Well i mean...we got time, got all night, next week we start getting ready for collage~ dont see why not...Come onnn John!!" Ace didnt sya anything he just stared at a spot on the floor while leaning up against the wall. He wasn't expecting this tonight.

"I dont know..." He softly spoke out. "I'll be gentle! i wont hurt you!" "Yeah but we dont even know how to do that! Why do you think we've stuck with hand jobs! And Whos gonna penetrate who Dick!" Ace was yelling and more scared and anxious than anything, "How about I take care of you on the bed doll~" "NO! Not tonight no!! fucking goddamn whisky always makes you a horndog!" It didnt take Ace long to march upstairs to his room.

"There's a first for eveything you know Richard..." Ace sighed out and laid by Richard. Both glowing in the aftermath of thier orgasms, thier first, penetrate orgasm at that. "Yeah...yeah there is....fuck..." Ace recovered fairly fast from his orgasm, and was smoking, while Richard laid our catching his breath. "What do you mena theres a first for eveything?" Richard asked him. "Oh you know....first time to fall, first time to hurt yourself, first time to....lose someone..first time to...smoke, to drink, to nearly drown, to kill, to...to everything." He had a sour taste in his mouth suddenly. "First time to love~ First time to fall in love and last time, first time to kiss the most handsome guy in all of Castlerock, first time to moan your name and you mine, first time to go on a date, first time to cuddle~" Richard was curling up on Ace dragging him down to get him to go to bed with him and put his cigarette out.

Ace gave in and put it out before cosying up against Richard in the bed.

There really was a first for everything wasn't there?

#stand by me #ace merrill #stand by me fanfic #ace merrill fanfic #fic #ace x eyeballs #ace x richard #i dont remember their weirdly cutesy shipname.... #not beta read at alllll #kiefer fans come get yalls JUICE #kiefer sutherland #i want this fic SEEN DAMNIT #fact! ace merrils name is john...and he was only 16 when he tormented the bkys in the film!! i had lkts to do and go off of✨️✨️

[cryptic-michael]

The lack of gay Ace Merrill content is sad....somebody gotta write about him getting award kisses with Richard "Eyeballs" chambers....

Not gonna be me, least not this month....

#stand by me #ace merrill #richard chambers #ace x richard #ace x eyeballs #thinking bout them

[selineram3421]

*hides away* I shall not explain.

Making A Baby

Oneshot

Alastor X Vampire-like Demon Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ a baby(lol), both of y'all ace, blood and gore, kinda gross tbh, Alastor tolerates children ⚠

You and your husband were sitting at the small kitchen table, enjoying the peaceful rainy morning with a cup of coffee.

"Alastor.", you called out to him.

"Hm?", he hummed, not looking up from the book he was reading and taking a sip from his mug.

"I want a baby."

You looked over at him just in time to see him have a spit take, his book now soaked in coffee. The man in red put both items down on the table and began to laugh, grabing his handkerchief to clean himself.

"Excuse me.", he chuckled, wiping around his mouth and then patting down the cuffs on his suit. "I thought I heard you say you wanted an infant."

"I did.", you respond, taking a sip from your cup.

Then he looks at you a bit worried. "You know sinners can't have children, correct? And I wouldn't be comfortable doing-", he says and you stop him.

"I wouldn't force you to do that."

Both of you cringe at the thought of it.

"And I know we can't have an actual child but..", you sigh, a small frown appearing on your face. "I just want someone to take care of."

Getting up from his seat, Alastor makes his way in front of you before kneeling down and taking hold of the hand on your lap in both of his.

"Children are messy.", he says.

"Nothing like you I hope.", you smile and roll your eyes when remembering him coming home covered in blood.

"They can be loud.", he says.

"Your radio static can be loud love.", you counter and put your mug on the table before booping him on the nose.

"And they are menaces to society.", he gets your other hand and places kisses on your knuckles.

"So are we.", you say.

Both of you are quiet for a moment, and you feel a bit anxious to hear what his answer will be.

"What did you have in mind darling?", he asks.

"Really?", you say excited.

Your man in red nods and you pull him up into a hug.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you-!", you repeat, then pull back from the hug a bit to cup his cheeks with your hands and pepper his face with kisses.

Alastor lets out a laugh and pulls you into a proper kiss, which helps you calm down from your excitement.

Both of you pull back and take a breath.

"Now will you tell me what you had planned?", he asks with a soft smile.

"I was going to ask if you have any spells that could help us actually make a baby.", you say and nudge him back softly to signify that you wanted to get up.

The Radio Demon steps back and helps you off of your seat, lifting you up by your hand.

"It might be possible.", he says with a hum as he thinks. "We can make a spell if there isn't one to be found."

"I'll help to find spells if there isn't one in your books and we can get the ingredients together!", you say and then gasp. "We need to make them clothes! And a crib, toys, bibs, little caps to keep their head warm!", you ramble.

"We'll get to that, but first let's look for a spell.", Alastor pecks you on your forehead.

Both of you went to look for a spell in Alastor's little reading corner, the shelf lined with multiple books on voodoo and other types of witchcraft, picking out a few to start searching through. Spending a few days and nights trying to find something.

After searching for a while, you only found a small spell that was similar to what you were looking for.

"We can build onto this one, it that fine?", he asked, looking up at your standing form behind his chair.

"Yes, its perfectly fine.", you nod and smile down at the book in his hands.

It made it a little easier building on a spell that was already made, and there was only a few things that you needed to get but...its going to be a little messy.

Your smile grew wider.

We're going to have a baby.

.

A heart, eyeballs, little teeth, small finger and toe nails, flesh, a large bowl of blood, fresh flowers of baby's-breath, and a piece of the parents.

You handled the flowers since Alastor wouldn't be able to hold them.

Both of you got everything set up, the large bowl filled with blood on top of the drawn circle on the floor with the four elements around it, jars to the side ready to grab when needed, flowers in your hand, and the paper that held the spell.

There was warm water in a small bath tub to clean the baby after on the low table nearby. Along with clothes and a small baby blanket.

"Ready?", you ask, looking over to your husband who is kneeling down with you.

It seems like he's taking a moment, so you wait for him and place a hand on his.

"We don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable.", you tell him softly. "I'll still be happy if its just us."

The deer demon shakes his head and looks at you with a gentle smile. "I was just wondering if the baby would look more like you or me.", he holds the paper up and reads off the first thing to put in.

One by one, you put in the ingredients and it comes to the point where both of you have to put in a piece of yourselves.

"I want them to have your hair.", you speak up. "It'd be nice."

"What will you give then?", he asks, plucking a whole strand of hair, putting it in the mixture.

"Hmm..", you hum, holding up the flowers still in your hand. "Some blood and..", you say, biting the tip of your finger and letting a drop fall into the bowl, then put the flowers in. "..everlasting love."

Both of you watch as everything sinks down at the bottom till its out of sight and wait. Then it starts bubbling up until it suddenly stops. A little nose shows up first and then the rest of the body, the blood helping the baby float.

You both stare in awe.

And then the little one starts crying.

"Sh shh-shhh.", you take them out and hold them close, not caring that your clothes were getting covered in blood.

Alastor helps you up and both of you walk over to the small tub and wash the blood off of the baby. They wail and wriggle but both of you manage to get them cleaned and clothed.

Then you set the baby down on the soft black blanket that's on top of a cushion and start to swaddle them.

"Where's the bottle?", you ask.

He goes to get it and the little one is still making noises as you try to sooth them, so you pick them up and start to rock them.

Your husband returns with the bottle and gives it to you.

Taking the bottle, you bring it towards the baby and tap the nipple on their lips. It doesn't take long for them to start feeding.

"What's in the bottle?", you ask, going to looking over your shoulder but find him next to you.

"Blood.", is all he says.

All you do is sigh. "At least I can get that whenever I get mine.", you say.

Looking back to the baby, you smile and give your husband a peck on the cheek. "Thank you love."

Alastor holds you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder, looking at the little one. They have his hair, red at the top before going into black at the bottom.

"I wonder if they'll have your eyes.", he says.

You hum, pulling the bottle back when realizing the baby started to turn away from it. Getting a rag, you put it over your unoccupied shoulder, putting the baby to a burping position.

"Have you taken care of children before?", your husband asks.

"Once, a long time ago.", you say while patting the baby's back. "My mother loved children and I had to help take care of my younger siblings."

The baby burps up some of their food and you use the rag to wipe their mouth clean.

"No wonder, you're quite a natural at it.", the Radio Demon mumbles.

"Want to hold them?", you ask and hold the baby properly again.

"I-I can hold them?", he asks.

As you turn to face him, the man in red lets you go and takes a small step back, looking between you and the small child.

"I'll teach you.", you smile. "Hold out your arms."

Slowly putting the baby in his arms, you adjust him a bit so the baby and him are comfortable. Smiling when you notice that he's looking at the little demon in awe.

"They are so tiny.", he whispers.

The baby yawns and both of you coo at them.

"Let's get them to their bed.", you say and both of you walk over to the bedroom.

Alastor had snapped some furniture into existence and it was in your shared bedroom, the crib being next to the bed just in case.

The Radio Demon carefully puts the baby down into the crib and both of you look at them for a bit. Taking in that you now have a baby together, and done in your own way.

"Must we be quiet so they don't wake up?", he asks in a whisper.

"Only a little.", you say and go over to the radio, putting the volume up just a bit and changing the station to soft jazz. "We can leave music on for them."

He hums and goes over to you, pulling you into a slow dance.

"Love, I'm covered in blood.", you say.

"That's never stopped me before.", he gives you a knowing smile. "We'll clean up in a bit but first I want to enjoy this."

Both of you continue to dance until the house started to smell a little too much like blood.

*is in hiding*

~Seline, the person.

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Two More

Another PPV is done, but the Reader’s and Kenny’s relaxing time keeps being interrupted. The Reader thinks up a way to distract him from work.

Pairing: Kenny Omega x Gender Neutral!Reader

Warnings/Promises: fluff, SMUT, oral (reader receiving), edging, overstimulation, Kenny being a giver to a fault

Word Count: 1900

Note: Another song-fic for the Summer Playlist! Don’t know why this one took me so long to work out the smut, but now I am super happy with how it came out. Let me know how you liked it with comments and reblogs. Happy reading!

“Notice” by Little Mix

With a huff, you sank back into the couch. Kenny winced and answered the fifth call of the afternoon. While the day had been lovely, it was full of wrestling business. Not a single minute for either of you to catch your breath, much less relax. And now that you were home, the business had followed him. 

“Two minutes,” he whispered to you. To the caller he noted, ‘it’s not a long one, but I’ve got a minute.” He listened for a bit, then his shoulders slumped. “Mr. Khan, is there anyway we can go over details tomorrow? Besides, didn’t we go over them enough today at- yes. A few plot holes, but-“ With an apologetic look, he slipped out onto the back porch. 

You listened to the one-sided conversation through the screen door. Being married to athletic and creative brilliance had its shortcomings, for sure. But you always had a way of bringing you both back to a calm center. 

While he was on the balcony, you sliced cucumbers and put them in water for a refreshing drink later. You made sure the travel clothes made it at least to the laundry room; the floor counted, right? And you went ahead and laid out some games you could play together on the coffee table. When Kenny came back in with the weight of AEW on his shoulders, you handed him the refreshing glass and sat him in front of the gaming system. 

“You’ve been busy. What happened to relaxing?” He smiled as you handed him a controller. 

“It's hard to relax if I know you’re up to your eyeballs in Khan’s strategizing. C’mon.” You bumped your shoulders together. “Let’s unwind for a little bit.” 

It didn’t take long for the ’easy’ game to turn heated. Just when you were finally getting the upper hand, Kenny’s phone rang again. He paused the game.

“Hey-“

“Two minutes.”

“Fine.” Again, you slumped against the couch as he walked out of the room. Earlier when you had arrived, Kenny had cranked up the AC to get the air circulating. Now the temperature had evened out and you were no longer freezing. You shed your jacket. And caught an idea. If this afternoon continued in the morning's pattern, Kenny would need something to drive him to distraction until the phone calls stopped. 

Your husband came back in with one of the most apologetic faces you’d seen. “Sorry about that. Matt and Nick needed-“

“Don’t worry about it. Now sit down so I can finish kicking your ass!”

The pause was too much for you to regain your momentum that round. No worries. You had a better enterprise in mind. It became more tantalizing with each incoming call. At first, Kenny didn’t notice. It wasn’t unusual for you to lounge about in a tank top and your shorts. But when he saw your clothes piling up, his brow would scrunch, trying to figure out your plan. But you would drag him back into the game, or another call would drag him back out. 

Impatience set in. 

“That’s the last one,” he said, tossing his phone onto the coffee table. “I promise-“ 

You sat calm as a church mouse as his mouth dropped. While waiting for him in the nude had technically been a few more calls away, you didn’t want to wait that long. 

“What’s wrong baby?” You crooned. Tugging your knees up, you covered your chest. “Are you tired of video games? Would you like to do something… else?”

His head was nodding before he managed words. “Y-yes. No more video games. Uh- did you have something in mind?”

“Mhmm.” You didn’t bother with grace or sha-shaying. Kenny followed you like a parched man to a fresh, cool spring. The bed hit the back of your legs when you turned. His eyes fought to watch your eyes or… everything else. “See something you like?” 

As you sat down, leaning back on your arms to arch out your chest, Kenny’s breath stuttered. “Oh yes. I’m trying to figure out where to start.”

He was just beginning to lean over you when his phone began to ring again. With a hiss, he buried his head into the crook of your neck. You tried to hold him there, but he quickly untangled your fingers from his hair. 

“Boy, you have seriously lost your focus.”

Holding up the screen, Kenny’s earlier delight evaporated. “It’s one of the TNT producers. I can’t-“

“They can leave a message and call Khan instead.” You spread your legs, showing off what you knew would break him. “So, are you going to answer the phone or come fuck me?”

Kenny looked between you and the phone once. He chose correctly and tossed the phone into the living room, slamming the door shut. Then he pounced on you. Here was your passionate lover. 

As he kissed from one shoulder to the next across your collarbone, you purred and dug your fingers into his hair. You helped guide him down to travel from one side of your chest to the other. All the while you softly asked him, “what do you need, baby? Do you want to get behind it? Flip me over and recline us? Undress me just the way you like it?” 

“You’re killing me, sweetheart.” His forceful kisses pushed you back onto the mattress. “I knew what you were doing. Tried to resist. But I can never resist you. Especially when you play games like this.”

You laughed, “I know you always see through my tricks. But what’s the fun of wearing nothing if you never notice? Had to get you away somehow.”

“I’m glad you did.” Kenny stopped ravishing you with kisses long enough to take a long look at your face. Beaming. Waiting for his next move. He loved that you could match his energy in the ring and in production, and that you knew just what he needed to revive him. He lightly gripped your chin, guiding you close for a slow, sensual thank you. “What would I do without you?”

“Be a nervous wreck?” You touched your foreheads together. “Stop thinking about today. Open challenge, right here. Take me, baby. Don’t make me wait-“

He silenced you with a sucking kiss to the hollow of your throat. While your fingers re-curled into his hair, his hips thrust at the edge of the bed between your legs. You tried to drag him up so those thrusts would pass to you, but he began to kiss down your body instead. He nuzzled your stomach on the way down, trailing his fingers down to your undulating hips. His lips murmured things against your skin that you couldn’t hear. But it made your arousal buzz all the same. He continued moving down, around where you wanted him. Nipping at your skin, then tugging your legs further apart just so he could kiss your inner thighs.

You whined and tried to roll your heat into his face.

Kenny tutted at you. “I thought you were trying to help me? If I wanted you to sit on my face, you’d be there already.” He glanced up at you, barely visible over your stomach with how low he was kneeling. “But today has been stressful for you too, huh?” It startled you when his fingers gently smoothed over your sex. “And we both know that helping you will help me too.”

Again, you whined. For such an impatient man, he picked the worst moments to take his time. Your mutual impatience was why you worked so well together. “Kenny, please! Just fuck-“

He cupped his palm under you, teasing with one finger. After only a few passes, his finger was squelching in your slick. He watched, enraptured, when he added a second next to the first. Together they curled, scissored, and made you quake and shiver. He glanced over at your hands, watching them helplessly claw at the sheets. When your toes began to curl, he pulled back. Kenny chuckled at your cry of dismay. Resting his chin on his hands on your lower stomach, he waited for your breathing to even out. Then he took his low position again.

“You’ve been edging me with all the calls already,” you panted, “please, baby-“

He kissed over your mound. “Had to get one in. Make sure you were ready for me.”

“As if I’m not ready for you every second of the day?”

With an agreeing grunt, Kenny dove in to eating you out. His arms wrapped tight around your thighs to hold you in place as you arched. As you screamed. As you pleaded. And as your body wriggled, trying to move your sex impossibly close to his face. But he was a master at swallowing you down to your soul, he liked to joke.

“Gonna give it to me, baby?” he asked between noisy slurps. “Gonna flood my mouth? Come on. I thought you issued me a challenge.”

You tried to hold off. You really did. But then he began to suck hard in that way and- you fell apart on his tongue. Kenny rushed to drink every drop. It set a chill zinging across your skin.

The shivering that overtook your body wasn’t just from the impending orgasm. It heightened as Kenny crawled over your body before settling himself between your legs.

His eyes gleamed. “I should reward you for every call you had to wait through.”

You shook your head. There was no way you’d survive that many. And you warned as much.

Kenny leaned down to press his forehead against your feverish one. “Perhaps. But you were so patient. Can you at least give me two more?”

As you gasped with the sensation, he slowly worked his length into your heat. His mouth fell open, lax against your cheek. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck. But when you tried to roll your hips, he didn’t start. Instead, his hands spread wide against your chest. One to the next, he toyed with your nipples. Squeezed and kneaded your flesh. Pinched and massaged. Thrusting only when your whines caught him off guard. But as your need amplified, and your voice caught in your throat, Kenny’s thrusts became erratic. Your body quaked with one release. Kenny stilled, reveling in how you clamped down on him.

He waited for your breathing to even. Then he began to thrust in earnest. You cried out his name, gripping his shoulders. Did you want him to stop and give you a break? Or did you want him to keep going? He felt so good. Between whimpers of delight, you hummed similar pleasantries into his skin. How well he filled you up. To keep going, right there. How only he could make you shake like that. Could he feel how desperate you were to cum?

Your voice cracked under the pleasure. He kissed you deeply, stealing air out of your breathless lungs. As you came, your nails clawed down his back. With a shout that filled your mouth, he spilt into you.

After few panting minutes, he gingerly rotated until he was on his back, with you on top and securely hugged to his chest. He held you, matching your racing heartbeats with his. With a wisp of a laugh, he smiled against your forehead. You whimpered, exhausted and terrified, as he dragged you over his upper chest. With the crook of his finger, he brought you to hover over his face.

“Two more.”

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Masterlist 

Other Kenny Fics: 

Troublemaker (Smut)

Breathless Brat (Smut, Ficlet)

A Cumedy of Errors (Crack!Fic, Smut, Fluff)

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Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 11 -> CH 12

"Are you knocking over a pharmacy?”

“Medication alternatives.”

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Jack made sure to get up at a decent hour so he could shower and give Ace an impromptu bath. Nothing special, just a quick rinse and fluff. Jack wouldn't exactly say he was trying to earn some brownie points but he hoped that if he returned Ace in top condition, maybe Y/n would bring him by more often to stay.

Jack was sitting on a lawn chair in the backyard tossing the ball to Ace when Y/n came around the corner, sunglasses pushed up to hold her hair back.

"Well look at you two, looking especially fluffy." Y/n handed Jack his coffee and took the seat across from him.

"I gave him a quick rinse this morning." Jack nodded as Ace jumped up on the seat giving Y/n kisses.

"Ah yes, thank you for washing the stench of your lust from my dog. I'm sure my mom would appreciate that." Y/n tossed him the burrito and he kissed the aluminum it was wrapped in.

"You are my new favorite neighbor. Have I told you that?" Jack complimented.

"Considering you don't talk to literally any other neighbors, I will accept that begrudgingly." Y/n reached in the bag and pulled out her own breakfast burrito so they both could eat.

"Oh I also brought you this." Y/n reached into her bag and pulled out a slip of paper, handing it over. Jack eyeballed it unsure of what he was reading.

"Are you knocking over a pharmacy?" Jack joked and she shook her head with a mouth full of food.

"Medication alternatives. I don't know what your exact ailments are but if they're psychological, these can absolutely help with negative side effects." Jack examined the list and noticed she had put little notes next to certain medications.

"Wow this is...extensive. You must think I'm really fucked up." Jack tried to play it off as a joke but she shrugged.

"The whole world is mentally ill, Jack. The only truly sane people are the ones smart enough to realize they need the help. There's nothing wrong with that." She took another bite of her burrito.

"I've been fucked up since I was a kid so medication has always been a part of my life. As you get older, shit changes and you've got to adjust some things." She roots around in her bag and pulls out a pill bottle.

"I've had manic depression since I was about 15 but by the time I was 18, I had asked my doctor about the longevity of the pills and he acted like a fucking prick about it. Who was I to question his methods as an actual doctor. The bastard took me off the meds cold turkey and I spiraled. It was fucking hell." Y/n had no hesitation explaining her medical history.

"After I changed doctors, I had to start taking medication for an extreme anxiety disorder that was caused by the bullshit he put my body through, which in turn completely shut off all sexual desires until I was at least 21." Jack's attention piqued.

"You had zero sexual desires going into your 20's? I feel like I fucked more at 20 than I have in my whole life." Jack commented.

"It just wasn't there. I would watch porn, read it, try different kink scenes and nothing even got me remotely turned on. Plus the anxiety meds dried my pussy out to an insanely uncomfortable level. It was like sandpaper just trying to masturbate." Jack winced.

"Jesus...what did you do?" He was enthralled now. She was so open with him and it felt good to be able to talk to someone who experienced some shitty medication side effects. He felt less alone in the struggle.

"After being sexless for almost 6 years, I finally said enough. Told my doctor it had to change because I was too young to not get off and I was tired of feeling like my cunt was a wasteland for tumbleweeds." Jack almost spit his coffee from a chuckle.

"Slight medication adjustment and you'll be happy to know I broke the sexless streak and have never been wetter." She held up her coffee cup and Jack clinked his cup to hers.

"Well I'm happy that you've regained a wet pussy and all the sex a nurse has the time for." Jack smirked and she tossed a hash brown at him.

"No pressure obviously. I just think it's stupid to put yourself through bullshit for no reason. We have mental illness but they don't have us. Fuck those stupid chemical imbalanced bullshit. Take back your life, man." Y/n continued to encourage and Jack nodded.

"I really appreciate this. Thank you. You didn't have to do all this but I really do feel like I might be able to use it." Jack tucked the paper into his pocket and Y/n nodded feeling accomplished.

"I will not only commend you on the strides of being able to finally jerk off but to be able to multitask while doing so is pretty impressive." Y/n continued to pick at her food and Jack pinned his eyebrows together confused.

"Multitask? It's pretty simple: point and shoot." Jack chuckled.

"No I meant jerking off while smoking. I would probably set my bed a blaze." She teased making crimson creep up Jack's neck.

"You...how did-"

"Smoke rises sweetheart. The window was open and you weren't exactly being a church mouse." Y/n crumpled her trash and threw it into the brown bag. Jack covered his face with his hands and wanted to silently melt into the chair.

"You're welcome by the way for the free show. I was going to buy you a new ashtray but since you said you were able to cum, I feel like I've completed my job on that one." Y/n reached out and tugged on Jack's elbow.

"Don't be embarrassed. Next time don't be such a tease and get naked yourself." Y/n waited until Jack looked at her before smiling.

"Yeah...I'll be sure to do that...if I don't just throw myself out the window first." Jack scoffed as she got to her feet and whistled to Ace.

"Where's the fun in that?" She smirked giving him a wink.

"Enjoy your day, Thurlow." She called over her shoulder as Ace followed closely behind her. Jack watched her hips sway as she walked away, ass bouncing in light washed jeans. It was the little shake she gave that made him shake his head.

She knew he had seen her. She had seen him. She still got naked. He owes his doctor a fruit basket.

#Jack Thurlow #Jack Thurlow x Y/N #Jack Goes Home #Glass Houses #Glass Houses Series #One Shot Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #11/38

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The Queen of Card Tricks

COMMISSION

Ace Trappola x Fem!Reader x Deuce Spade Word Count Tumblr: 2.5k+ Word Count Ao3: 10.2k+

Art by fm6fu4w94 on Twitter!

This is a commission piece I am very happy to have been given the task to write. The timing couldn't have been anymore perfect haha. This was asked of me I think a few days right after complaining about the lack of ADeuce x Reader available for my eyeballs to really eat up. And now I get to make something! The full fic will be posted on Ao3 instead of Tumblr as a way to keep things nice and neat as I continue!

Here is the link to The Queen of Card Tricks!

The rest of the fic will be posted to Ao3!

SUMMARY:

Accidents happen. It's natural. It's human. But when being asked to help the Magishift team ended with a concussion, Headmage Crowley apparently had no choice but to ship you away to Royal Swords Academy for a few days to recover. But why? Ace and Deuce will do their best to help you find the answer while you're stuck at the Royal Swords Academy. And they're still at Night Raven College.

Tags: Reader is in a Sticky Situation/Suggestive Content/Gaslighting/ADeuce is Very Protective/Grim is Kinda Here

The ‘Card Soldiers’ of Wonderland protected the Queen of Hearts and her castle. Carrying out orders diligently and putting up with the most ridiculous requests. No matter how cruel or demanding, the card soldiers were even willing to fold themselves in half for her sake.

You wondered how you found yourself in this situation, being honored with two ‘Card Soldiers’ and a ‘Little Jabberwocky’ in this brand new world. You didn’t mind being followed around, doted on, protected… You actually liked it a lot. Being the only girl in a school filled with a population made up entirely of the opposite sex, having two pseudo bodyguards nearby at all times was comforting. They didn’t view you like the other student’s did. You were just a friend. You were their friend and they wanted to make life at Night Raven College much easier for you. Someone has to cut you some slack, after all, it’s not like you knew this place existed a few months ago.

The beast separated its jaws, showing off his rows of razor-like teeth. He was exhausted.

Classes had finally ended for the day as Grim stretched, snapping his mouth shut as his big round eyes fell half-lidded from fatigue. Finally, you were free from lecture and assessment. But your work was far from done today. “I wanna go back to Ramshackle for a nap… Do you really have to help out today?!” Grim huffed in displeasure as you scooped his round body into your arms. You nodded with your lips pulled back into a frown. “Listen, I already said I would! You are more than welcome to walk back to Ramshackle without me.” You offered with your grip starting to loosen around Grim. 

His little paws patted against the back of your hands as he let out a nervous laugh and gave you a crooked smile. “Hey, hey, hey… I’m not saying I won’t go with you! That’s not what I’m saying at all!” His voice cracked with fear, smiling nervously as two familiar faces entered the classroom.

A pair of card soldiers. The two of spades, and the ace of hearts.

“Yo, Prefect, your escorts are here.” Ace smirked with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes glittering with mischief. Your heart lightened as he walked ahead of Deuce who smiled and waved with a soft ‘hey’. His expression was gentle as always and his smile held a warmth you wished to feel forever. You were happy to see them both. “And I see the little freeloader is comfortable as always.” The red-head leaned over the desk, eyeing Grim with a frown as Deuce collected your things from the table. It was an everyday occurrence without fail. After every class they found you, Ace picked a fight with Grim, Deuce carried your stuff to the next class or back to Ramshackle, then rinse and repeat.

But you had no complaints. 

As you stood, Grim clung to your blazer with a growl as you smoothed out the back of your skirt. “Any plans after class? If you aren’t busy, you should come back to Heartslabyul with me and Ace. There’s supposed to be an UnBirthday today.” Deuce offered as you all left the classroom in a small group. “I wanted to skip out and do something else. Apparently the Board Game Club is having a tournament. If you can beat Azul in the Game of Life, he’ll make a contract with you! No strings attached!” Ace offered up his scheme to coast through his life NRC much easier. As you slipped through the sea of bustling students in the crowded hall you chewed on your lower lip as the pair awaited your decision. A Heartslabyul UnBirthday? Or a Game of Life that could end in disaster?

Both suggestions sounded interesting, but you shook your head in refusal to both. “You know I would go to both if I could, but I made a promise to someone else today that I would help out at their dorm.” You politely declined both offers as frowns started to appear on their faces. The four of you left the school building as the boys slowed down, letting you walk ahead a few steps alone, only to quickly resume their position behind you. While you carried Grim in your arms you could sense Ace suddenly growing annoyed with the revelation that someone else would be occupying your time today. “A promise with who?” Ace asked first, you could hear him scowling behind you. “If it’s anyone from the snotty Pomfiore-” 

“Ace.” Deuce looked just as upset as the red-head. Deuce’s voice cut through the rest of the rude comment with a soft exhale. But he didn’t look too interested in sharing those disapproving feelings with you. Not yet at least. “I’m heading to Savanaclaw.” You explained with a small shrug as the pair seemed even more annoyed than the possibility of you going to Pomfiore. “They asked me to keep score during a mock match, so I’m heading there now.” You explained and Grim started to whine in your arms as you made your trek down to The Hall of Mirrors. The pair seemed even more distressed hearing that your destination would lie among the beastly dorm of Night Raven College. It was as if you were a lamb being led blindly to slaughter. And they refused to accept you going with just Grim as backup. Ace let out a snarl and with a roll of his eyes he brushed against your shoulder. 

His lips were curled into a pout as bright cherry red eyes looked you over. “You’re just too nice. Helping out the Magishift team? I don’t think they actually need it. They’re just a bunch of meatheads who can’t count higher than ten.” Ace scoffed as Deuce attached himself to your otherside. “Did someone pressure you into helping them? Do we need to talk with them?” Deuce offered with a much more gentle tone as Ace nodded in agreement. “Tell us who it was! We’ll get you out of this no problem. Just give us a name.” They wanted the answer of who held you at claw/fang point and demanded you help the Magishift team. You stepped into the building full of gorgeous mirrors, branching off towards pocketed universes containing different dorms. “Don’t make up your own stories! I really don’t mind keeping score. Besides, there’s not much for me to do back at Ramshackle other than play on my phone or chat with the ghosts. Ruggie said he would buy me dinner if I helped out today.” You smiled and swiveled your head to face Ace and then Deuce. They looked worried. What could possibly be so scary about keeping score?

Well, what Ruggie forgot to tell you, was that you would be keeping score for a mock match between Savanaclaw and Diasomnia.

As you walked with Ace, Deuce and Grim, across the sandy plains of Savanaclaw; you could feel the burning tension rising above the sweltering heat. Deuce was frowning as he took a few steps ahead of you and Ace followed suit. “Really… This doesn’t seem like a good idea.” The blue haired student spoke up, glancing back at you with knit brows. Though his concerns fell on deaf ears as you shook your head, adjusting Grim in your arms as sweat began to bead along your forehead. “Don’t worry about me, it’s not like I'm playing on the field with them.” You were starting to feel more and more uneasy the closer you got to the spectatorless stadium. Maybe this was a bad idea… “Jeez, you wouldn’t know danger even if it smacked you in the face.” Ace huffed as the pair walked into the large stadium first, as if they were guards taking in if the scene was safe enough for you to be a part of. The green turf was littered with different students of different sizes and shapes. All with stern or intense expressions. Either in yellow (with the exception of Epel) or dressed in lime green. Ready to win this match with only four bystanders to witness its glory. You could see Leona stretching on the ground with Ruggie and Epel whispering into his fuzzy chestnut ears. The trio were silently sizing up the dorm leader they would be faced against: Malleus Draconia. The fae clearly had no intention of stretching like the others as you caught his eye. 

His attention was stolen away as he approached your small group in silence, happy to see you. And only you. You found Malleus to be a little strange, but you assumed that maybe it was because he wasn’t good at making friends. He found comfort in the singular human residing in Ramshackle since that was a place he wandered through before your arrival in this world. “Child of Man… What brings you here?” He asked, looking into your eyes as if fishing for the answer himself. A small grin tugged at his lips as Grim remained very still, and very silent. “Oh! Ruggie invited me to keep score for a mock-match. I didn’t realize it was against Diasomnia.” You spoke carefully, having Malleus loom over your much smaller figure was intimidating. You knew he was harmless, but that was because you were… You. “I see, I’m glad to see you’ve made it then. Although it looks like others may feel the same as I do.” Malleus crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head as his smile began to fade. His expression now looked disapproving. You gazed past him, noticing the field full of male students appeared less interested in the game and more interested in you. Their eyes scanned over your body, some smiled, some looked away, some winked, and some made crude kissing faces or slipped their tongues between their fingers. 

You flinched away, your eyes turning back up at the fae as you felt your stomach twist into an uncomfortable knot. “I see what you mean.” You murmured with a wave of anxiety washing over you. Maybe this was why Ace and Deuce didn’t want you to come without them. Malleus smiled down at you, a hand now resting on your head as Grim started to growl. “I won’t let anything happen to-” 

“Alright! Hands off! Or else you’ll be known as the Prince of Sexual Harassment!” Ace snapped as Malleus yanked his hand back, his eyes now wide with shock as he looked at the pair of much shorter students. “Please go back to the field, the Prefect has to keep score.” Deuce was much more polite as they both ushered him away from the sidelines. “Who does he think he is..?” Ace scoffed under his breath as Malleus’ lips curled into a pout as he turned away back to the Magishift field. “And he has a rat tail-”

“Ace…” Deuce scolded gently as the three of you walked along the sidelines, grabbing the scoreboard and discarding your blazers. Maybe you should’ve changed before coming? You could feel sweat pooling around the clinging fabric beneath your armpits and around the mounds of your breasts. “Should we get water? I feel like this may be a long game.” Deuce suggested while peeling off his gloves, his cheeks becoming flushed from the heat. “Rock Paper Scissors?” Ace suggested and you jumped in with a smile with Grim sticking his paw in as well. “Loser goes to find water for the rest of us!” The beast cheered as you balled your hand into a fist.

“Rock…”

“Paper.”

“Scissors!”

The four of you cast your hands into the small circle. You threw in paper, while Ace, Deuce, and even Grim threw in scissors. “Ah-” Deuce was choked up in shock as Ace began to laugh. “How the hell are you the only odd one out?!” He backed away with a laugh as you felt as if you were the actual winner. You knew from Ruggie where the waters would be inside of the dorm. And you weren’t interested in watching the game anymore. “I can go instead, it was my idea.” Deuce offered with a guilty expression as you shook your head. “It’s fine, I know where they are anyway.” You shrugged as Grim latched his claws into your shirt. “I wanna go too then. You’ll need someone to help you carry the water back!” He offered with a wide toothed smile and you playfully rolled your eyes. “Yes, the four bottles of water that are so heavy for my fragile arms.” You laughed as there was a shout from the field.

“Watch where you’re throwing-“ You heard Ruggie’s voice laced with panic and someone shouting for you to duck. But once you turned your head back…

You were met with the solid metal disc colliding with your skull. You could feel the shock of pain as your vision went black for a second, voices now faded and distant. 

Your body fell limp, and you hit the ground as dead weight. It was like you were trapped in a coffin, your stiff body was only filled with electric currents of pain as your head throbbed from the contact of the heavy, metal disc hitting you in the side of the head. You could hear voices shouting in panic as your vision grayed, staring up at the bright blue sky now free of cotton ball shaped clouds. It wasn’t long before that sky filled with black spots, blotching over the wonderful sight like spilled ink on paper. Soon, you were washed in that much more comforting sea of black, hearing your name called a final time.

At least the pain stopped, even though it was momentary.

-It felt like only a minute had passed as you groggily opened your eyes. Your head was throbbing and your vision was a mix and mess of muted watercolors. Much different than the stained blue sky. The image swirled and wobbled into view as you flexed your fingers carefully against the soft sheets beneath you. There was the distant sound of your phone ringing as you weakly lifted a hand from the soft cot to where you thought the night stand would be. Instead, your fingertips brushed over something soft. It felt like a knit material, and you heard the sound of your phone declining the incoming call. The ringing was replaced with a familiar giggle. “Are you awake? That’s good news!” The voice was far too chipper for your tastes as you mustered the strength to turn your head. Your vision steadied to meet big brown doe eyes, silky black hair, lips that were rosy and red… Skin as white as snow… “Neige… Why… Are you at Night Raven?” You whispered in confusion while scanning him over. Then, you soaked in your surroundings. This was not the nurses office at Night Raven College. “Hm? Right, you were unconscious…” He trailed off and slowly stood from the wooden stool he was seated on. He leaned over, his gaze melting into yours as he slowly peeled the blankets away from your body. “Due to your head injury,” You were wearing a girls uniform that did not belong to Night Raven College. “You are now a temporary student here at Royal Swords Academy!”

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[my-soupy-brain]

ted and y/n playing strip poker or any other game where they have to shed a layer of clothing

Ooooh-hooo! Ted would love this. Trying to decide if they're dating or just friends. Let's go with just friends. This'll be fun. Let's goooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)

Warning: Teasing and some light smut

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The thunderstorms in London crashed your plans for a night out, so you hosted a game night with a few of the Richmond folks. Hungry Hungry Hippos was a fun one to explore, and everyone loved Sorry, which tested friendships and alliances.

But as people started to peel off for the night, catching cabs home in the rain, Ted Lasso stayed behind.

Ted was one of your favorite people at Nelson Road. You loved his demeanor, his positive attitude, and his mutual dislike of tea. But you became friends, too. Supporting him when life got hard - and it did.

His divorce took a toll. Being away from his son breaks his heart. And while he's there for everyone else, he didn't seem to get the same love back, until you came along.

So sticking around for more games with you on a stormy Saturday night? Fine by him.

And considering your extreme crush on him over the last few weeks, your heart is a little skippy in your chest at him being alone in your apartment.

As you cleaned up glasses and bottles from your table, Ted moved to the couch, pulling out a deck of cards and shuffling them, popping one card at a time through the air into his hands.

"I didn't know you knew card tricks," you say brightly, smiling at him. He looks at you and grins.

"Yeah, I've always kinda loved playin' with cards. Nice to keep my hands busy," he says, popping another one in the air.

I can think of other things those hands can do, you think to yourself. Alright, let's calm down.

"You wanna play another game, Ted?"

He looks at you with big, brown eyes. They could knock your socks off with how kind and beautiful they are.

"Sure thing! What's your poison?" Ted asks, shuffling the cards effortlessly.

"Poker?"

"Yeah, I love a good game of poker. What are we bettin' on? Ya got any pennies or pence, or whatever it is over here?" he asks, hoping as a fellow American you have some American currency around.

You shake your head.

"Damn, no. I don't. I got an idea..." you start, wiggling your eyebrows. Ted looks at you with a smirk.

"Strip poker."

Ted puts his hands up.

"Oh no, too rich for my blood! I ain't about to make ya do all that."

"Make me? Ted, it's my idea. C'mon, we're friends. It'll be fun!"

Ted thinks for a moment and decides if worse comes to worst, he'll take one for the team and get down to his boxer briefs. So he can spare you the embarrassment.

In your head, you're kinda hoping to lose a hand or two so you see where this goes.

And the thought of getting Ted shirtless in your house has you practically panting.

"OK, let's go."

Facing each other on the couch, he deals the cards and lays down the burn card, and then the flop. You eyeball your cards, your eyes peering over the fan of them in your hands, Ted doing the same. You're both smirking.

The turn card.

You're struggling to see an opportunity here. If the river card works, you may have a three-of-a-kind.

The river card.

No dice. You lay down your hand, with nothing more than a pair of fours. Ted has managed a small straight.

"Welp, off go my socks," you say, throwing your socks in a pile on the floor. Ted giggles.

"Next hand, you ready?" he asks. You nod.

Another hand dealt. Burn card. The flop.

Yes! You're heading toward a flush.

Turn card.

Sealed the deal - you're holding a flush.

River card.

Ted sighs, putting his cards down. A pair of Aces. Not bad. Doesn't beat your flush.

Ted removes his socks, tossing them in the pile with yours.

You play a few more hands. Belt gone, earrings off. You're taking your sweet time with this. Because you added a layer to match him, you managed to go a few rounds but now you're both down to t-shirts and pants.

Ted deals. You sigh, a hand full of nothing.

The flop, the turn, the river. Your hand is basically empty. A king is your only high card.

Ted lays down a set of two pairs. Speaking of pairs...

Off go your pants. You stand up and shimmy them off your hips, Ted trying not to look at the way your hips sway, the underwear you wear. The way your butt rounds out under the hem...

He takes a breath.

"I'm dealing this time, I feel like I'm taking everything off way quicker than you," you joke. You deal the cards, and start the flop.

Ah-ha, the start of a straight.

Turn, river.

Yes, the straight is in your hands.

Ted lays down his cards -- and as God is your witness, your jaw hits the floor. Both straights, Ted with the high card.

"Son of a..." you joke, peeling your t-shirt off and tossing it in the pile of laundry now accumulated on the carpet.

Your bra matches your panties, he notices. Your breasts full and rounding out the cups, they jiggle when you start shuffling the cards again.

Ted's really grateful he hasn't lost his pants yet because...

"New hand?" you offer.

"You sure you wanna keep goin'? You're, ah, runnin' outta clothes there, darlin,'" he says, a little husky low voice that shoots a spark right to your core.

No quitting now.

You shuffle the cards, his eyes trying not to watch your breasts as they move.

Flop, turn, river.

Yes! Four of a kind for you, a lousy pair of twos for Ted.

"Alright Lasso, you can see the result - your turn."

Ted reluctantly peels his shirt off over his head, and oh God, your breath leaves your body. No, your soul. Your whole soul.

His broad shoulders, strong chest, and masculine hair spread down his belly to under his...*gulp* pants...

You take a shuttering breath.

Ted chuckles.

"I haven't played this since college, I can't believe it," he says. "And I'm just as bad now as I was then."

You raise an eyebrow.

"Hard to keep a poker face?" you ask with a flirt. Gloves off, you adore Ted and it's time to lay it on thick. Life is too short.

"Hard to keep a poker face with you, for sure," he says back, his voice a lower octave and you shiver. His eyes darken and he winks at you.

Flop, turn, river.

You lose. A three of a king is no match for his flush. Ted's mouth hangs open as he looks at you.

"A deal's a deal. Here we go," you say, unclasping your bra and draping an arm over your breasts. Ted wants to stop you, tell you that you don't have to do that, but...

"I'm ah, gonna need you to deal..."

Ted's face is beet red. He gulps. His pants are still on, but the zipper is about to bust.

You shiver.

"Oooh! Cold in here!" you exclaim, laughing, your head thrown back, arm still covering your chest.

Ted laughs with you.

"I mean, you're down to your last piece of clothing, and it's your damn apartment. You wanna keep going or we can declare me the winner," Ted says. You shake your head.

"Nuh-uh, Coach. Deal that hand. Let's see if I can catch you up. "

You have to work strategically to keep your arm over your chest, picking up your cards and looking at the deck.

Flop, turn, river.

Ted loses. Your three-of-a-kind beats his measly pair. Your eyes light up as he stands up, unbuttoning his khakis and undoing the fly. If you can stay seated for this, you'll deserve a goddamn award.

His dark blue boxer briefs hug his love handles and his, oh God, muscular thighs. And oh he's packin'...and excited?...

Look at his face, look at his face, look at his face.

Ted blocks his package with his hands, his eyes big and wide, a tendril of hair falling over his head. He quickly sits back down so it's not obvious.

Oh god, you can see where that happy trail leads...

You shiver again, this time the arousal coursing your veins.

"Oh I can't have you cold in your own apartment, I'll get you a blanket."

You stand up and Ted brings a throw over your shoulders, your bodies standing close, your arm still over your chest.

The air is just right. The lighting is just low enough. The night was fun. You're both glowing... and you stand on your toes to reach his lips, your other hand cupping his cheek.

You pull back and wait for him to make a move. He blinks at you, surprised.

"I'm sorry, Ted, I should've asked before I..."

You don't finish your sentence before his lips are locked on yours, your arms going around his neck. And oh, god, with both hands around him, your bare chest is pressed against his. And it feels so...damn...good...

His hands run down your back, holding you close. He's excited, and you're excited. Your tangle your greedy hands through that gorgeous hair and down that perfect chest, making you moan against his lips.

He moves his lips to your neck, kissing and nipping.

"I've wanted this...you...for so long, sugar," he murmurs as he kisses along your skin.

"Me, too...God, Ted, you're amazing..." you say, breathless. He pulls back to look at you, looking down at your breasts pushed against his chest. He smiles at that view, then at your face. You smile at each other, his fingers brushing hair over your ear, sending a tingle down your spine.

"Wanna finish the game in...my bedroom?" you ask sweetly.

Ted nods, kissing your lips gently and whispering to them, "I'd love to."

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Oh man I need this to be reality so bad. Ted and strip poker? Oooof. The first time that man takes off his shirt, I'd fire through the roof like a rocket to the damn moon. Thanks for the prompt, friend!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso smut #oh yeah this is hot #STRIP TED STRIP TED HELL YES #lemme see that bod it's perfect

[daddyhausen]

• kinktober — day thirty : dacryphilia— kenny omega •

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{ masterlist } | { kinktober 2022 }

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, dacryphilia, nipple play, nipple clamps, clit clamps, breast slapping, face slapping, sexual punishment, suspension, restraints, degradation, overstimulation, use of sex toys, daddy kink, submissive/dominant dynamic, male + female orgasm, male masturbation, cumshot, squirting

{ word count } — 637

{ pairing } — fem!reader x kenny omega

{ genre } — smut

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“what’s the matter, princess” he mocked, slapping your cheek harder

your wrist suspended from the ceiling

clamps pinching down on your nipples, one also on your clit

“you gonna cry?”

“n-no daddy…” you whimpered as salty tears pricked the corners of your eyes

threatening to spill

“that’s too bad…maybe if i punish you harder, then you will”

your body already severely overstimulated

having already suffered three or four orgasms by his hand

although you’d pretty much lost count of how many there were officially

kenny stood before you, cock hard and leaking with pre-cum

but he was not here to fuck you

oh no

he was here to make you scream, beg, cum

and most importantly, cry.

he got off on your tears, the trails of streaked makeup and smudge mascara

rosy cheeks and bloodshot eyes

salty skin and hoarse throat

it made him want to degrade you further, punish you more, fuck you harder

just to see the process repeat itself

he punishes you, you cum, you cry, he cums

its a never ending cycle that he thoroughly enjoys

he reached for a vibrator that rested on the bench beside you

it was matte black, if you had to eyeball it, in length it would be slightly bigger than his forearm

you observed a black cord plugged into an outlet

offering hours of such pleasurable torture

much to your enjoyment and dismay

“this’ll surely make you cry, princess”

the faint whisper of a grin spread across his lips as he turned on the vibrator

tracing it atop the perky mounds of your breasts

the soft rumble made your skin shiver with excitement

he brought the toy down, across the swollen buds of your nipples

the ache of the clamps plus the vibration of the toy made you whine with pleasure

still no tears spilling

he brought the toy lower

across your stomach, the apex of your thigh

holding it there for a moment, observing your reaction

nothing

quickly he hovererd it over your exposed and clamped clit

the bulb of the toy hitting the small clamp that graced your clit

only for a milisecond yet it made you squirm and writhe slightly

your cunt ached already

so desprate for more

he noticed this. he had found it

your sweet spot for the evening

he’ll surely have the tears flowing now

without a word he harshly pressed the vibrator down onto your clit

you screamed out in pleasure

moans spilling from your lips

he slapped your left breast, tugging at the chain that bound the nipple clamps together

“cry for me damnit!’ he roared, offering another rough slap to your cheek

this one left you dazed in a euphoric way, hot tears now dripping down your cheeks

he continued to slap you, each slap drew more tears until you were sobbing for him

“daddy! please please! fuck- “ you cried, whimpering as choked sobs caught in your throat

“i need to cum, daddy please let me cum!”

he turned the vibrator to its highest setting, leaving it against your swollent pearl

he jerked himself off, harshly stroking his size

“fuck yes, cry for me. let me hear you, princess.” he grunted

“look at me, i wanna see your tears”

you peered at to look at him, left cheek red with his handprint salty tears stung your eyes

he came onto your stomach, a flood of his white hot seed coated your skin

you shuddered at the sensation of your orgasm rising

thighs clenching around the toy, trying to stop the flood gates from opening

“fuck , daddy!” you cried out, juices splashing onto the floor below

he turned of the toy, untied you, allowed you to relax into the warmth of his chest for the moment

“how about we go another round, princess? i wanna fuck you this time”

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[transpoettryinghisbest]

Scenes we'd like to see as Ace Attorney characters part 3

Rip Mock the Week, we'll miss you

Blaise Debeste: You know what, I might just go and dig a big hole to get over the stress of my wife's disappearance.

Karin Jenson: The cause of death was the Autopsy. Turns out he was alive when he came in 

Simon Keyes: Everybody on the floor! Ah I didn't say Simon says! 

Luke Atmey: Hello, we’re the fashion police, let me see the body. Ooh! Blue with green? He deserved to die.

Ben Woodman: I love you lots. Let's see what Trilo thinks of you. Trilo: DIE BITCH 

Pal Meraktis: I’ve looked at your x-ray and I don’t quite know how to say this…there’s a big skeleton living in your body.

Jaques Portsman: Your Honour, that beard makes you look really gay

Raymond Shields: Well, you have to hand it to relay runners, don’t you? Get it?

Aristotle Means: In a jurisdiction navigating the labyrinthine interplay of evolving sociocultural norms, systemic inequities, and jurisprudential doctrine, how should the legal apparatus conscientiously balance the imperatives of punitive deterrence- How's your lucky pencil case now??? 

Turner Gray: The good news is can save your leg, but the bad news is I can’t save the rest of you

Lotta Hart: The public have spoken, and they've said that I suck. 

Tyrell Badd: Two inches to the left and that bullet would've gone through your eyeball. But as is, it went through your other eyeball 

Horace Knightly: Do I have permission to take the shot? No? Oh yeah I’m supposed to be protecting the president, I forgot.

Paul Atishon: I understand that people are worried about schools and hospitals but what you don’t understand is I don't give a shit

Part 2 is here. I can't find part 1 sorry :(

#mock the week #scenes we'd like to see #ace attorney #ace attorney spoilers #ace attorney incorrect quotes #ace attorney memes

[arcaneorphic]

Yearning - Remus x F! Reader

Part One | Part Two (in progress)

Pairing: Remus Lupin x F! Reader

Genre: pining, angst, hurt (comfort to come)

Summary: Remus is so desperately in love with you, but he feels like he cannot give you the life you deserve.

Word Count: 820

There was something about the way you spoke that had Remus transfixed, even when he wasn’t the one you were speaking to. He’s tried to pinpoint the reason for his fascination with you, but to no avail. Maybe it was the cadence of your voice and the way it soothed him? Or, perhaps it was the way you gave the person you were talking to your full attention, never making them feel as though your mind was elsewhere? 

As Remus watched you speak to a first year from your house he saw the gentle way you interacted with them. He added that to his list of possible reasons for his admiration of you. The two of you had been studying in the library, silently enjoying each other’s company, when the first-year shyly came up to you.

She had spoken too softly for Remus to hear, but he did hear your response, “Sure I can help you, Elle.”

The younger girl seemed elated that you remembered her name. She gave a timid smile as she replied, again too low for Remus to hear.

“Course I can take a look at it for you,” you reply with a smile. You took the notebook from Elle’s hands and read over her work. A look of understanding washed over your features when you identified the problem with whatever Elle was having difficulties with. 

You gently explained the problem to her and the way she could fix it. Before she leaves he hears you gently tell her, “Don’t be so hard on yourself, okay? Now that you know what to do I’m sure you’ll ace it.”

Remus watched as Elle walked away, a little lighter than when she first approached you. He wonders if that was how he looked the first time he encountered your softness. In his heart he knew the answer to that question was yes. 

From the moment the two of you had started to spend more time together he realized just how taken he was by you. Under the softness you showed outwardly there was a temper and a spirit so bright that he wondered why you let so few people see it. Of course, you were genuinely soft and kind, but when someone treated those you cared for unkindly he had seen first-hand how your temper flared. 

“Rem, if I keep looking at these notes I think my eyeballs are going to fall out,” your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He chuckled softly at your comment.

He closed his own textbook, having stopped actually studying a while ago, and leaned back in his chair to get a better look at you, “You said to not let you out of that seat until you could recite those potions in your sleep.” 

“I can’t believe you don’t care that my eyeballs are going to fall out of my head,” you theatrically threw yourself back in your chair. “You are a cruel, cruel man, Lupin.”

He shook his head in amusement, “Is that right?”

“No,” you huffed. “but I really do think I’m done for the day, Rem.”

He hears the sincerity in your voice and the exhaustion in your eyes. In truth he knew that he could never actually deny you of anything you asked of him. “That’s all you had to say,” sweet girl goes unsaid, but it is most definitely there. “Let’s get going.”

You spring up from your seat, suddenly reenergized, and go to put the books you used back. Remus can’t help but chuckle to himself as you go. Little about you surprised Remus at this point in your… friendship. To call whatever you and Remus have simply a ‘friendship’ was disingenuous; friends don’t look at each other the way the two of you do, but even so Remus still couldn’t bring himself to take it further than stolen touches and longing gazes despite how deeply he wanted to.

He knew that to be with you in the way you deserved would mean he’d have to tell you the truth of his condition. Logically he knew that you would still care for him once you knew because that was just the type of person you were. But, that did nothing to ease the fear of you not wanting anything to do with him if you did not accept him. So, he would rather keep you in his life always slightly out of reach if it meant you remained in it at all. 

He knew that he couldn’t give you the peace or the life you deserved no matter how desperately he wanted to. One day you would find someone who could give you all the things he couldn’t, and although it would break his heart to watch you love someone that wasn’t him; he would rest easy knowing that you were living the life you deserved. That would have to be enough for him. 

Masterlist

#remus lupin #remus x reader #remus x you #remus fluff #marauders #marauders era #remus fic #remus fanfic #remus lupin scenario

[cryptic-michael]

I again state we need more fruity Ace Merrill content.....

#ace merrill #ace x richard #ace x eyeballs #im..just staying.... #stand by me #richard chamberlain

[prettywhenibleed]

𝕬𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊 (Another Life)

Pt 2

OC x AceMerrill/David

TW: None

From the first moment Ace laid his eyes on you, he was smitten. He of course would never admit that to anyone. In his eyes, you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Living in Castle Rock, he never really saw many people that looked the same as you did. Well actually, thinking about it, you were the only one he had seen that dressed the way you did. Your long, wavy black hair and your all black clothing, with the occasional exception of red here and there, he was awestruck. Ace especially loved it when you wore that dark red lipstick of yours, a blood red. When he saw you being harassed by three boys, he immediately jumped into action to help you, Eyeball, Charlie, Billy and Vince following suit. From that day on, Ace had made a silent promise to always protect you. It didn’t take long for the two of you to start dating. It was like you were being drawn together like magnets. You were never apart from each other for too long, meaning that you two spent a lot of time together either with his gang or just the two of you alone. Ace loved every second he got to spend with you, especially when you were alone. He liked to be able to talk with you and just relax without having to worry about others hearing you or worrying about having to keep his tough guy front up. He never thought that he would admit it, but he loved being able to be vulnerable with you. You were the first and only person that had ever made him feel this way and while it was scary at first, he soon began to get used to it, even go as far as to look forward to it. He especially loved when you would practically beg him to read to you. It took almost a good year before he gave in and once he did, he wished that he had given in sooner. The way you would lay against him and sometimes even fall asleep on him, made his heart swell up with more love than he thought possible. 

By the time he was nineteen, and you were eighteen, he had decided that it was time for the two of you to get the hell out of Castle Rock for good. Saying goodbye to you was very difficult, though he put on a strong face for you, he knew that until you two were together again, his heart wouldn’t be complete. All was going well for a while. Ace would call you every day, sometimes more than once a day, to make sure everything with you was going well and to update you on what he was doing. He also missed you and your voice like crazy. After a while of driving around and searching for somewhere that you and him could call home, Ace arrived in a town called Santa Carla. It seemed like a pretty nice beach town, from what he could see. There was something about this place that made Ace think that this could be a good place for you two to live. After spending the rest of the day looking around and getting a good feel for the place, Ace decided that yes, Santa Carla would be a perfect place for you to run away to. He was on his way to a pay phone to call you and tell you the good news, when it happened. For years Ace blamed himself for not being more observant of his surroundings as he should have been, but he was just so excited to call you and tell you, that he let his guard down. That would prove to be the single worst mistake of his life, a mistake that he has been paying for, for almost three decades.

David was ripped from his thoughts by Paul and Marko yelling and being loud as usual. The sun had set not too long ago and they were amped and ready to go to the boardwalk to pick out their dinner. It’s not that David wasn’t, it’s just that he had been feeling kind of off lately. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it and that pissed him off. All he could do was wait and see what would happen. Paul, Marko, Dwayne, Star and Laddie left the cave, making their way to their bikes, while David hung back for a moment. Standing in the entrance of the cave, he dug his hand into the inside of his coat where there was a pocket. Pulling his hand back out, he brought with him the photo that he always had with him. Staring at the smiling woman in the photo, David closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Aurora. God he missed you so much. Not a night goes by that he doesn’t think about you and every day he dreams about you, as if reliving memories through his dreams. Eventually, he places the photo back into his pocket and makes his way outside to where his brothers, Star and Laddie are waiting. After getting to the boardwalk, they all pull up to their usual spot and park their bikes. Star takes off with Laddie to go on some rides, while the rest of them just hang around the bikes. They had only been at the boardwalk for less than an hour when David smelt it. He almost didn’t catch it at first but when he did, it was unmistakable. David knew that scent anywhere, but how could it be? It didn’t make any sense, unless you were visiting Santa Carla for vacation like others. David had long since resigned himself to the fact that you had more than likely moved on, married some asshole and had a kid or two. Still, he couldn’t just stand here and let you get away. After almost thirty years, here you were, so close. 

Before he even knew what was happening, David was moving through the crowd, searching madly for you. Following your scent, he was led to a stall. That’s when he saw you. “Aurora.” He breathed out quietly. It had been so long since he last saw you, that his brain almost refused to believe what he was seeing. But there you were and you looked exactly as you did the last time you were together. That obviously struck him as very odd. You should be forty six by now, yet here you were, still looking eighteen years old. Another thing that David noticed upon seeing you again was that, much to his delight, you were his mate. He watched as you brought your hand up and held the necklace around your neck. It was the locket he had given you for your eighteenth birthday. David unconsciously smiled at the sight and at the memory of that night. He had taken you on a drive that night, the both of you listening to the radio as he drove. The windows were rolled down a bit so the cool night breeze was flowing through your long dark hair. He was stealing glances at you as he drove. You were unaware of this though, you were sitting there with your head back and eyes closed, just enjoying the night. He loved watching you like this, completely unaware of his eyes on you. Once you were at your destination, he turned off the car and you both moved closer to each other. He wrapped an arm around you, making you curl into his side. After sitting there for a while, talking and him stealing kisses from you, he reached a hand into his pocket and pulled something out. It was a beautiful silver locket that he had stolen for you. Before he picked you up, he had put a photo of you and himself in it. He wasn’t the most romantic guy in the world, but you seemed to bring that side out of him. Upon seeing it, his heart swelled at the sight of the big smile you gave him. “Happy birthday, doll.” He told you as he put the necklace around your neck. “Ace, it’s beautiful! I love it. Thank you.” You told him, reaching to wrap your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. “I love you, Aurora.” “I love you too, Ace.” 

David was pulled from the sweet memory by some kids running past him yelling. He took a deep breath before deciding that it was now or never. As he walked up to you, he felt almost…. Scared. Scared. Now that’s a feeling David hasn’t felt in a very long time. Burying that feeling down, he finally reached you, stopping right behind you. He reached his gloved hand out and placed it on your shoulder, gaining your attention. You turned around and finally, you were looking right at him. Right into his eyes. The look on your face was one of pure shock and confusion. It was like you were frozen upon seeing him. “Ace.” You said in a whisper. “Hey doll. Long time, no see.” He said. He cursed himself for that being the first thing he said to you but he couldn’t dwell on it for long, as he was quickly engulfed in a tight hug. He didn’t react at first at the sudden action but pulled himself together quickly and wrapped his arms around you. His grip was tight, like if he held you too loosely, you would disappear. He knew he missed you like crazy, of course he did. You were, are, the love of his life. But after being apart from you for so long, he had almost forgotten just how strong and overwhelming it was to be in your presence. He closed his eyes and breathed in your scent, relishing in the fact that he had you in his arms again and this time, he was never going to let you go again. Never again will he be without you. As the two of you pulled back slightly, still holding onto each other, not yet ready to fully separate, you just stared at each other for a few moments. He could see the tears silently falling from your eyes. He never did like to see you cry. Reaching a hand up to your face, he wiped the tears from your face. “Don’t cry, doll.” He said to you. Your lip started to quiver a bit. “You never came back for me, Ace. You promised you would. I waited for you but you never came back.” You said through the fresh tears that started to fall, your voice shaking. 

David’s heart broke. He had every intention in coming back for you. He was going to bring you back here so the two of you could start your life together, a fresh start for the both of you. If he knew what was going to happen, he never would have left you back in Castle Rock. He would have brought you with him. He had felt so guilty all these years, thinking about how you were left there to wonder. “I’m so sorry. I never meant to break my promise to you, doll. You gotta believe me when I say I had every intention of coming back for you.” He tried to tell you. He desperately wanted you to believe him when he said that, because it was true. “Then why didn’t you? Why did you leave me there?” You pleaded, wanting him to explain himself. David looked around for a moment before looking back at you. “Not here.” He said, pulling away and reaching for your hand. “Come with me. I’ll explain everything to you somewhere more private.” He said. You looked at him only for a moment before taking his hand. “And maybe you can tell me why you still look just as beautiful as when I last saw you.” He added and you nodded. David led you through the crowd and to where his and his brothers bikes were parked. When you got there, Dwayne, Paul and Marko gave the two of you questioning looks. “Who’s this babe?” Paul asked, a flirtatious smirk plastered on his face. David quickly gave him a glare, which quickly shut him up. “We’re leaving. Don’t wait for us, we’ll meet you back at the cave.” David told the group quickly before getting onto his bike and helping you onto the back. “Hold on tight.” He told you, grabbing your hands and making sure your arms were wrapped securely around him. Giving the boys one last glance and sharing a look with Dwayne, he started up his bike and took off. He knew what he had to tell you wouldn’t be easy. Hell, you may not even believe him, but he knew that him still looking the same as he did when you last saw him, you also not having aged, would help your belief along. He just hoped that you wouldn’t be scared away when you found out. That was the last thing he wanted.

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[ktsumu]

hi this is so unrelated but I’ve seen you post about being a stem student (I think) and literally how do you cope with finals 😭😭 i did so bad last sem and I need advice (1st year chem eng) if you have any!

i am so unqualified to answer this but here’s like …. my tips … for having written 8 finals in like 6 days last semester in the same boat as you basically SO!

this might be different because I’m a biochem major (technically bio with a chem minor now but still taking courses for introductory BSc requirements) and not chem eng BUT my friends in chem eng share a lot of my courses right now SO:

for math, physics, chem: practice problems until u want to die. like until you seriously want to scratch your eyeballs out. i aced my physics final by JUST doing practice problems FOR HOURS and watching theory videos on youtube for long-answer questions!! if you get stuck (ESPECIALLY on physics) take a break or get a fresh set of eyes to set you in the right direction. if i ever got stuck I literally just left it for an hour, came back and could do it

for calc (calc 2 especially because jesus fuck) i do active recall on a whiteboard for all of the trig substitution stuff (power reducing, product sum etc) because there’s a LOT. also the trig subs for like 1+x^2 and all that. OR i remember one and learn how to get the others from that but that’s kinda hard … mainly I focus trig because that’s what i think is the most dense but reddit forums can help you deal with any problem areas you have!! discord math help servers rock too

if you’re taking biology or psych as an elective or pre req, ACTIVE RECALL. bio pathways on whiteboards especially!!!! so good for metabolic pathways (we did a baseline coverage of them) and the krebs cycle!!! acronyms and rhymes are super good for bio (mainly bio 1 but you know)

also biochem if you’re taking it before second year: the app ‘amino acid quiz’ is a LIFESAVER i memorized them by doing it like once a day … i could draw them in my sleep right now i swear to fod

OVERALL: prioritize yourself overall! also do not compare with your friends outside right before the exam, i found it could be helpful but overall just stressed everyone out because we all studied the content in different ways. you’ll do great!! 🤍🤍 be kind to yourself always, university is hard!

drink water and you got this!!! sending you hugs for finals season friend!

#HOPE THIS HELPS ANON #sorry if this is like. everything you’ve heard before JKDKSWN #once again i’m just a fool but these are the things that helped me do well last sem!! and hopefully this one!! #finals in two weeks! #asks

[aces-basement]

Chaotic Ace (Gorillaz) x Reader that borders on explicit but isn't and is written by someone with 3 braincells on the verge of a breakdown just for u anon

(it's not explicit but I don't want minors to read it anyway. Minors DNI!)

You were walking home from work. It was late. And cold. And you wanted to get home more than anything.

There was an alley. A scary one. A dark, wet, cold one. One you've never been in when it was dark. But it was a shortcut. And at this point? If you got shanked and left for dead that might not be so bad

Anyway you decide to go down the alley.

It was.

Quiet.

Too quiet. Not even a cat in the dumpster or anything.

Oh hey speakin of dumpsters

BAM! Ace stumbled out of one wowww

You jumped and shat your pants figuratively

He tried to be menacing but he got his leg stuck on the side of the dumpster. He was stuck. Hanging by the foot. Out of the dumpster.

He looked. So disappointed there. Dangling in the moonlight. He sighed long and hard. "......Can you help me down."

"Yeah sure stranger" You unhooked his boot and he fell on his face. You heard glass shatter

"Ah jeez, alright," The tall stranger brushed himself off and got the sunglass bits out of his eyes. "Well I was gonna mug you but I t'ink the moment's passed"

"Uhuh"

"Yeah.."

"You are the worst criminal I've ever met. Can I go now?"

He stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Aw, yeah, sure. Go." But this man. This legend. This absolute goblin man. With his head hanging low and his little puppy dog eyes looking everywhere but at you. You couldn't leave him because you are the protag of an x reader fuck you

Anyway this blushing idiot was waiting for you to leave and you wanted to. But no you didn't because Ace is hot. Anyway you said "I like your eyeballs. Do you smoke weed"

This. Flustered him. He looked right at you and stuttered "No??? That's just- that's just how my eyes look."

"They're nice. So are your ears. And your skin. They make you look like a gross elf. Slash affectionate btw"

"Are you trying to flirt? Because you ain't great at it. What does that mean."

"Ok well since you're the CEO of flirting why don't you show me how it's done." You snarked

"Alright."

BOOM. Next thing you knew you were pinned against the wall. You looked up at him. Surprised. He had one arm against the wall, leaning into you.

"Hey."

"You smell like cheese"

Boom. Pocket knife to your throat. He didn't seem to acknowledge what you said. Uh oh. "I'd watch my tongue, toots. Don't want it on the cement." He growled

"This isn't flirting this is um what is it this is uhhhh"

"Violence? I dunno" He shrugged

"Yeah that's the word keep going please."

"Alright." He smooched you up your arm, then to your neck, before BITING your neck

"OW!"

"Sorry too much?"

"NO"

So he smiled and nibbled you some more, before pulling your hair and making out with you against the moldy ass brick wall mmmmm that's scrumptious. Then you took him home like an alley cat and yall lived happily ever after

#ace copular x reader #ace x reader #x reader #ace copular #ace gorillaz

[midnightwitch92]

Random Character Shipping

#stand by me #gilmore girls #harry potter #sweeney todd #cruel intentions #ahs coven #yugioh #cardcaptor sakura #scream movies #chucky syfy #marvel #mcu #thor movies #asoiaf #game of thrones #gossip girl #buffy the vampire slayer #dceu #suicide squad #batman

[ghostvampiregalgazerock]

Here’s something you all should know what I love to write and don’t want to write as a fanfic writer

What I enjoy writing ✅

My fav seiyuus (Mamoru Miyano, Yuma Uchida, Aoi Shouta)

My favorite idols (Yuta Nakamoto, Sana Minatozaki, Mina Myoui, Rosé, Johnny, Jaehyun)

My favorite anime characters (One Piece, Bleach Vampire Knight, Black Butler, Sailor Moon, etc.)

My favorite band (the GazettE)

Crossover ships (Uruha from the GazettE x Rosé from Blackpink, I write them when they are the same age like High School students or college student to avoid age gaps!)

Crackships (Nami x Ace from One Piece and Sana x Yuta) [This doesn’t mean I don’t want Yuta and Sana to become a thing in real life, I am just bored and he did mention her in a radio show]

Idol x Idol (like Jaehyun x Yuta)

Yaoi (I take it slow like how Sasaki and Miyano were [I recommend that series. ITS SO SWEET!!!!])

LGBTQ stories ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Sometimes horror

Fantasy (Medieval, Adventures)

Funny stories

One-shots (easier than full stories)

Romance (not cheesy)

Fluff (I’m melting when I write that cute shit!!!)

Smut? Why not? (I do not write underage smut!)

WHAT I DON’T WRITE AND NEVER WILL ❌

I don’t write animal violence (it hurts my heart a lot and I love animals deeply. Seeing it in movies and shows triggers me a lot and animal abuse in real life…😭)

Rape of our favorite characters/idols (TRIGGERING AF)

Breakups (well to suit the story but I love the characters chemistry how I write them. But only the main character dumps the dumbass bf/gf)

Gore (just eyeball gore, maggots, and finger/toe nail gore.🤢 I CANT STAND IT EVEN THOUGH I LOVE HORROR! Goth horror)

Cannibalism (FUCK NO! I WONT EVEN SEE MOVIES WITH THAT GROSS SHIT. Well Sweeney Todd had something like that but not like weird disturbing)

I’m trying my best to not give characters major deaths if I feel close to them. (SPOILER ALERT! I WONT WRITE FANFICS WHERE ACE IS DEAD! I LOVE HIM TOO MUCH!!!! Even Eddie😭)

UNDERAGE (I FIND IT FUCKED UP! NO THANK U!!! WEIRD WEIRD WEIRD!!!!! NEXT!!!!!!!)

INCEST (GROSS!!!!!! OMG EWWWWWW!!!!!! WTF?!?!!!! WHY?!?!!!!! THEY ARE RELATED!!!!! SPOILER ALERT!!!!!!! VAMPIRE KNIGHT AT THE END OF SEASON 2 HAD THAT WITH THE MAIN FEMALE GIRL AND I HATE HER FOR THAT FOR LEAVING MG BOI ZERO! I watch that series because of Zero! Also Pseudo-Incest with Ace, Luffy and Sabo fanfics and fanart…NO THANK YOU!!!)

Weird Kinks (knife kink, pain kink, piss kink…more weird kinks I rather not say…WTF?!?!!)

I write how I want to write my smut scenes because I don’t know why I get uncomfortable while writing and to make it look good. But what matters the most that I’m enjoying what I love to write and it’s my story

If you don’t like my fanfics you can leave and unfollow. I got mean comments how I write idol x idol but hey you don’t own my story and account don’t tell me what to write and they won’t see it!

I don’t write weird shit that I just explain right now!

I will update more what comes to my mind!

#authors note #writers on tumblr