Murasakispace - Krem's Nonsense

this whole situation is very funny

credit to @cryptvokeeper for the idea!

Headcanons Jujutsu Kaisen (+ GN! Reader)

Main plot : you're scrolling on Instagram and you don't pay attention to your own S/O and they don't like it.

Nobara Kugisaki

Why not starting with a female character? (maybe the only one present here, sorry)

Kugisaki doesn't notice at first that your attention is completely taken by the screen in front of your eyes.

It doesn't really matter to her since she would do the same if she had her own under the condition that you would have to take her within your arms or somewhere comfortable.

Yes, she doesn't have any since she dropped it and she often requests yours to know what happens or anything else.

But, she is only genuinely curious about what you seek on social media such as Instagram, or what are the accounts getting your attention.

Yet, you don't move. Not even from an inch. As if she wasn't here, next to you, almost trying to climb your lap so as to have a sufficient view about your likings on Instagram.

Eventually, she would try to rob your phone to judge you, kindly or not, and play with you with her mischievous grin and probably helped by Gojou or Yuuji.

It's only when you are forced to get up from your couch and you run after the fools who thought they could rob your phone so easily without the fear to be punished.

Eventually, she gives back your phone and stops playing. You move to YouTube and watch some cats video or anything else to calm Kugisaki's insane mind you loved so much.

Itadori Yuuji

You were nicely settled on the couch of Jujutsu Tech and everything was going to be okay.

Lying on the furniture, scrolling down on the feed of Instagram with a lot of cats because Yuuji likes them and those little cuties invaded the posts you were usually liking instead.

Yuuji noticed you, chilling between two deadly missions and he couldn't help himself to see how you were.

Though, he doesn't get the same reaction as usual. It concerns him slightly. Did he do something wrong?

He's quickly panicking which exasperates Sukuna who calls him "silly" internally.

Your boyfriend adopts the "puppy boy technique". He tries to attract your attention by being cuter than he is always. You could have sworn you saw a tail wagging behing his back. His clinginess rises and you find yourself trapped under your boyfriend's weigh while you are just reading some short texts on your screen.

"What are you doing Yuuji?" you asked, trying to get your boyfriend on another position because it was much harder to breath with him and his whole body applying a pressure on each of your bones even though he is adorable as hell.

As a response, the boy has the sole delusional words"notice me senpai" written all over his face.

You don't get a clear answer but you understand what he means. You change your position and call Yuuji to come next to you to watch what you were doing until now.

Eventually, he got sleepy and takes a nap against you whole you pat him gently. Although, he is visibly happy so you don't disturb his rest while Sukuna talks with you.

Ryomen Sukuna

Why did you do something so reckless?

Sukuna is the one who is the least accustomed to technologies and he is rather possessive.

He woke up from a slumber that lasted thousand years so such devices as your phone, PC, whatever, were quite the discovery at first.

You had fun trying to explain what you were able to do with that stuff. Or not. Because the king of curses being the king of curses, nothing is simple with him.

Yet, right now, Sukuna didn't get the attention he wanted from you and reacts quite harshly. He wants your eyes on him every second of every day. Don't lie in that couch and pretend as if he didn't exist at all, it will make him agressive.

He stares at you with empty eyes at first.

He noticed you weren't going to come near him to talk or anything else. When Sukuna takes control of Yuuji's body he is way more silent. He could've have accepted such an excuse, as stupid as it sounded because you're a little human after all. Weak, slow-minded.

Now he was upset. He made his aura become more oppressive. As if chains were joining your neck and remove air from your ribcage. He also considered to attract within his domain but it wasn't a good idea. Yuuji might be present there and the king didn't need to involve a stupid ass such as his vessel.

It wasn't enough to make you move. Yeah, you had some Gojou vibes inside of you.

Then, a wild thought starts to cling within Sukuna's mind. What if you're tired of him? What if you want to get rid of him and uses the card of ignorance to get what you want? Actually, he has been rather harsh this morning and snapped at you things he didn't mean.

No. That's not possible. You can't get tired of him. He's so perfect despite the fact he has to share a body with Yuuji. He scrutinizes himself in a mirror, there's no blur in the reflect.

Long ago, everyone would have killed to be with him, licking his feet if needed. And YOU were in your couch, ignoring HIM. Did you have a death wish or something?

Eventually, Sukuna might think as much as he wanted, he didn't get to come to you. The answer might be not the one he didn't want at all. And, he didn't want either to say that you didn't like him anymore. You made him feel alive and free while you were spending time together. Things he didn't have anymore since he came back to life.

"Something's wrong Sukuna?" you asked, your eyes had drifted and you wondered what he thought. Was he daydreaming or anything?

Sukuna swallowed back the bitter words he was going to spit and only said "push your ass aside. I want to see what you're doing"

"Did you ever say 'please' in your former life? Your mother didn't teach you how to be polite?" you replied with an uncaring tone.

Sukuna didn't say anything more but sit next to you and shuts his mouth. As time goes on, you notice his arms locking you against him.

"Damn curse, asshole" you mutter, making your boyfriend's lip curl upwards. Sukuna was certainly going to make you regret your behavior in the bedroom.

Fushiguro Megumi

It was after he got some rest. Last mission has been tiring and he couldn't move anymore. He insisted to take a long bath and since you have to prepare for your own to come you left him rest properly within water so as to allow his muscles to relax.

Nothing big until now. Though, when Megumi's tired, he tends to be a little bit more clingy. Call that a need to be warm or reassured, I don't know but here are the facts. Nothing big here either.

This time though, Megumi thought he would never see you again. It was close and your arms were perfect for some mental rest.

You weren't accustomed to Megumi being more clingy than usual. It wasn't something regular in your relashionship and your boyfriend was quite of a distant guy. Hugs and cuddles aren't his thing.

You were scrolling down Instagram. Liking random accounts of posts you appreciated.

You sense Megumi's presence and he sits on the couch next to you. You don't pay attention to his gestures but to the words he might say.

You kept scrolling, observing the posts, being impressed by how people can be insanely talented but your lips were sealed.

Suddenly, you feel Megumi's head coming to rest on your shoulder while silence engulfed you. The sole noises came from the TikTok videos some Instagram users shared.

Then, the hand which wasn't holding your phone entwined with Megumi's. His hands were getting colder and colder.

"Do you want a cup of tea, Megumi?" you asked with a low voice so as to not disturb the moment you shared.

Your boyfriend shook his head lightly. He was getting sleepy and catching a cold is not in anyone's priority.

You opened you arms and Megumi put his legs on yours, then starts to cling to you like a kitten lacking of affection. You know very well that this situation was possible because your beloved one is tired and seeks for rest. He tried to look at the screen of your phone but your warmth shushed him.

If he wasn't already sleeping, you would have probably cracked a joke about the fact that now he was going to learn violin with Gojou. Yuuji told you your sensei was teaching 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' to him. Which is definitely priceless. Although, the joke had to wait tomorrow when Megumi's fully aware about his environment.

Finally, depending on your strength, you either lift him or wake him up so as to go to bed. He will need your special "heroes' breakfast" after all the events of these last days.

Eventually, you kiss him on the cheeks or the forehead before saying goodnight.

Gojou Satoru

It's probably gonna be funny.

You were used to Gojou being Gojou. Way too cheerful, badass, stupid, cheesy, sassy...

Breath in. Breath out. Everything's gonna be fine. He didn't do anything yet, which is ultimately dangerous. What's gonna happen?

You were scrolling down Instagram and, yet, in the atmosphere, you felt something stinky. Like electricity or clouds gathering before a storm.

Though, you let go. You were chilling on your couch, your eyes locked on the screen of your phone and everything was fine for once. You loved Gojou but he was such a human mess.

Not even a second after, a loud creak echoes in the room, the door hits the wall, a long leg appears through the doorframe, a white-haired guy with an exasperating smile on his face. It was all you were able to notice since your boyfriend was in the corner of your sight.

With time, you learnt how not to be scared of Gojou's behavior. You knew very well how he was able to look as a creep for the people around and your presence made them relieved to see someone by his side. As if he was mentally ill but he isn't alone in his disease, this detail being a relief for folks around.

You knew Gojou was an amazing sensei, you can observe it everyday. But you had some doubts about him as a human being.

Gojou literally broke into the room and you were still on your couch. You barely looked at him, used to this kind of noisy behavior.

Gojou literally walked three steps to join you. His head came so close to yours that you felt his breath on your lips.

"Hello Y/NNNNN. Did you miss me?"

"Hello Gojou" you only replied while your interlocutor got closer to kiss you softly.

Still, there was a nice post in front of your eyes. Your attention was completely drown in it.

Your white-haired boyfriend circled you in his arms and went to make you lie on the couch, his body crushing your own. He kisses you everywhere like a puppy licking your face after having been far from you for a second.

"Go-Gojou stop !" you scream before being shushed by his lips

"No way. I missed you so much. This trip in Tokyo was so long without you"

Goodness... Eventually, you allowed him to kiss you as much as he wanted. You missed him this incredible man so much too.

Getou Suguru

Sincerely the most efficient to attract your attention besides Gojou because he knows what to do.

You were enjoying your time on the beach that day, scrolling down Instagram, enjoying or not people's posts.

You heard the sand crack under someone's slow steps. You recognized the gait as Getou's.

Light. Balanced. Yeah, it was him for sure.

Mahito and the other curses were playing elsewhere with Jogo's head.

You feel Getou getting closer to you and just settling down next to you, then tries to find a confortable position and rests his head on your shoulder, caressing the skin of your arms.

You sense his touches getting stronger and stronger. He also tries to kiss you and get away the screen of your phone to have your complete attention.

"Good afternoon to you too, Getou" you greet while your boyfriend's soft hair tickles your neck, making you slightly laugh in reaction.

"Let's go inside. I wanna cuddle with you and it's too hot out there"

Eventually, you left the beach and went elsewhere, following your boyfriend who was kissing you along the way. He couldn't miss the opportunity to have you all for himself while the other curses are gone.

Characters who will probably not care about your uncaring behavior (on surface at least, which might be a different story when they think about it) :

Maki, Mai, Momo, Ieri, Nanami, Mahito, Inumaki

Will make you pay your boldness (probably with your body and it's going to be painful) :

Fushiguro Toji

So damn cute ❤️

Loki X male! Reader (headcanons)

English is not my main language. Sorry for the mistakes.

Warning : none. But a lot of fluff, it is also my first headcanons.

Summary: What if you were attracted by Thor and what if Loki would be in love of you ?

On Asgard, you love who you want to love. 

Meaning that if a man loves a man, who has the right to say anything about it? Same for women and for any people living here. Queen Frigga herself had a lot of people looking for her attention. 

This put aside, you were actually attracted to Prince Thor. 

Who isn’t ? He’s just kind, strong (you were too) and was always drawing your attention wherever he could be. 

Even during battles, which is clearly not really safe when people’s life is at stake (and also yours)

The day you fell for him was when you had been thrown in the air and that he went to save you like a knight in shining armour. (or more likely with a shining hammer)

He was just.... You couldn’t say anything else nor describe him. Did you ever seen something as beautiful as this man who came to save you ?

You weren’t able to think anymore either. 

He just left you half lying on the ground, your legs shaking, not able to stand or hardly, a blushing mess...Oh you must have been handsome here 

Yet, another man was interested in you. Another prince. Another god. But more evilish. A living mischief. Someone more secret, more distant from people. 

A strong warrior, well... At least, he knew how to fight. Until today, that was all what you were giving to him, the sole interest you were seeing in him. 

He was a stark contrast with his brother. That didn’t surprise you much when people spread gossip about him not being the real brother of Thor and the real son of Frigga and Odin. 

He glanced at you sometimes. You didn’t understand why. You were too busy to follow Thor when the blond-haired man was holding you, his strong arm on your shoulders and alcohol in his other hand. 

Yet, one day, you are tired of following Thor around like a little puppy during one of Odin’s banquets. You just have a drink and you look at this flaming god all the time you are far away from him.

You stay by yourself, observing the crowds. Thor vaguely waved his hand at you. Your drink was resting in your hand, and you were losing yourself in the colored liquid

You were getting sadder and sadder to receive so little of Thor’s attention. 

You heard a slight noise just next to you

Someone sat down. Someone that you weren’t expecting at all. 

It was Loki. The second prince. Yeah... This one. “surprise” would be an understatement because he mentionned more than once that you weren’t exactly what he liked as a person. 

And as said previously, you didn’t like him either. 

But he was somehow different today. It was well-known that he hated this kind of party. He was spending his time with a drink and looking with disdain to his surroundings

"What brings you here" you asked with an empty tone, not reaaaly wanting to know what it is about

"Some company. And since you seem lonely... "

His answer hadn't any importance for you. It was just to avoid a embarrassing silence between you.

You mumbled something. No one would have been able to hear it. Until Loki it seemed because a little smile made his thin lips curl upwards.

You can't help it but smiled back. How strange... He was so endearing.

You only remark it now but loneliness made you realize that Loki is actually very good looking. Like is brother. But Thor looked more like the Sun. The second prince embodied the light of the Moon and the poetic charm of the stars during a clear night. His pale skin...

If you heard yourself, you would certainly slap yourself yet a burst of laughter in the distance made you reconsider the idea of staying with Loki.

It seemed that he saw this glance. The black-haired man didn't react. Though, he couldn't prevent himself to make a snide remark so as to push you to focus on him and him only.

Loki was thinking about the blindness of his brother. You were sincerely blessed by the grace of nature. You were mesmerizing.

And Thor was occupating your thoughts while he could entertain you more than this stupid show-off and also his brother (adopted but are we going to argue?)

He would talk to you and you would answer, kindly with your voice that could push two mountains into a fight. After all, you didn't like these person around the blond Prince. They were only bugs tapping against the glass of a window and stuck in their obstinate ignorance.

Now, Loki enjoyed to see you, he has just to stretch his arm and he would be able to touch you. Yet, he wouldn't do so, he doesn't want to see you flee from him. Or using a silly excuse so as to run away.

Even with the thousands of years that you spent not so far from each other, it was finally hard to start a conversation without sounding awkward.

Stammer. A lot of stammer. You stumbled on your words. You even doubted of your ability to speak to one another.

But you decided you had nothing to lose by exchanging with the prince so you just started about the fact that the party was going to be too noisy for your taste. Most of the people were becoming drunk and the last ones who were reasonable got back to theirs quarters.

You decided that you would leave. Though, as the evening and then the night passed over Asgard, you grew sort of attached to Loki.

He was clearly not the man you thought he was.

Besides his obvious charm, he was witty, listening to whatever you would say, even the worst jokes you had, ready to exchange your point of view on different topics.

You didn't think at all that he would be so interesting. You had to admit that he wasn't so dull.

It took a certain time to get you to talk again to each other. And each time, you weren't able to let him go that easily.

When did you acknowledge how handsome he was both inside and outside?

Loki has pretty well seen how he managed to melt this icy armour you were wearing around your heart when it comes to see each other. He was touching your soul and he was pleased of it.

Loki was happy because you weren't listening all the rumors that people liked to spread about him.

For you, he wasn't embodying only Mischief, but also humanity. He was just asking to people to look at him like the person he was.

True. He had done awful things but... Look at him. Swallowed by Thor's shadow, not even existing for the Argardians. He was only "Thor's brother". Just a pale copy, a missed thing next to his flaming brother.

And... He would never forget when you came to him, while Thor's little puppies managed hurt him through all the sass and sarcasm that his reputation was made of.

He felt like his soul was shattered. The feeling of being split up by bitterness and anger against his brother's popularity.

"You know, Loki... The moon and the stars may be invisible during the day. It doesn't mean they are not here. You are not some shadow. You are Loki, god of Mischief and an incredible man"

"I am no such things." he snapped back, tears almost falling from his beautiful eyes.

"You are. You are the most shining star I've ever met. Even hidden by clouds on a rainy day, I would still look for you because without you, I feel as if I was lost"

It sounded like a confession. Loki had dreamed of such words for himself, from you or from anyone. Someone who accepted him as he was. And that was priceless for him.

Loki would feel his heart warm up, like when fire magic was running trough his veins. But he felt free from all of those negative sentiments.

He could not forget either the way your arms sneaked to his shoulders and when you attracted him against your chest.

When did anyone hold him this way for the last time ? He wasn't able to remember. He just felt air coming inside of you and getting out by the same path along your ribcage.

He was happy. Just happy. Nothing else.

Was he dreaming when you got closer to him, your breath mixing together and your warm lips against his and your hand brushing the skin of his cheek?

Loki obviously didn't refuse the most elegant and aethereal kiss he has ever got from a long time.

He was not dreaming after all. When you separate Loki felt the desire to come to you again and make you understand he was all yours.

After all this time while he was craving for your attention, he finally got it.

He got even more. You were the world for him and he was yours. Asgard, Midgard... All of this didn't matter anymore as long as you were together.

You were happy and in love. You had forgotten Thor since a long time now. You had your own little star.

Hi sashiii ❤️ I saw your recent event and I was wondering if I could request Ace x fem!reader with a Romeo and Juliet kind of trope? (But with the happy ending of course 😉) Forbidden lovers planning on running away together and they finally meet but can’t seem to keep their hands of each other? And it can be NSFW please 🧚🏼‍♀️❤️ thank you so much I hope you find this prompt fun 🙈

Hii beautiful!! of course!! I did actually not just use the "Romeo and Juliet" torpe, but also made a little adaptation of it!! I hope you like it!! thank u for requesting! 💖

👑 Oh, Royal Lust Event ~ Royals AU event.

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 ~ 𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐃. 𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐱 𝐅! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬

tw: inspired on Romeo & Juliet, it's my own adaptation to Shakespeare's work of art, with a good ending (or maybe not, who knows, maybe both died and they find themselves in the after life... is up to you to decide which path chose). nsfw. oral sex, romantic and fluffy vag sex.

wc: 2.9k

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The freckled boy, the son of your enemies. The sun that shines always on his beautiful noble manor and his gardens. His wavy black hair flows with the wind, and his shirt always ends up in the ground when he trains during the afternoons. And he knows, the daughter of his father’s enemy looks at him from her own room, high, high in a stone tower.

His eyes sometimes meet, and the pupils burn, burn in desire…Because they are enemies, yes. But they are also lovers. They love each other.  But nobody has to know.

The sun sets, the night comes and as the stars form constellations on the sky, his freckles do over his cheeks. Cheeks you got the chance to caress, so soft, so sweet.

“Name! Name!” he calls you from outside your windows. You widen your eyes, is that… him? The flowy fabrics of your night gown shine with the moonlight that filters in between the curtains as you walk towards your balcony.

"Ace? Ace! Where are you? I can't see you!"

Suddenly, him. He is quick and strong, and you suspect he has been training hard his body just to be able to climb to your room.

“Hi…” Ace whispers, always so respectful of you. “Ace… I told you we shouldn’t do this! What if our families find out?” you whisper back, so happy, and so scared because he has crawled up your balcony in the middle of the night. “If we broke the truce the Prince put for us, we will have to pay with our lives at sword point”

Ace sighs, it’s painful for him to be so close and yet so far from you. And frankly, your heart aches too. But you know you have to wait because love always wins, right?

“I’m really sorry, (Name)… I couldn’t look at you from my garden any longer, I needed to have you in my arms” he says, coming closer to your lips. His slightly tanned skin, his mouth so tempting.  “Let’s run away. They will never stop hating each other, (Name)” he urges, as you go dumb just by the warm breath over your lips. “I don’t care about dying, as long as I can be with you”

You have to stop yourself from kissing him, and from crying. How is he planning on running away? They will notice, you will be found by the guards.

“Do you remember the first time I saw you?” he asks, remembering that banquet that he attended uninvited to find his brother’s lover and try to convince her to go back to Sabo. You nod, how could you forget the dance where it was announced you were looking for a husband. A husband you weren’t allowed to choose. “I do… you were the one who illuminated my life, Ace”

Ace sits properly on your balcony and pulls you closer, your face rests on his chest and his arms surround your frame. “Since then, I wanted to marry you… would you marry me?” he says, kissing the crown of your head. If there is something this man masters is beautiful romanticism without even trying.

Your eyes become watery, and there is nothing you would like more in this world than marrying the man you love instead of a random Count of your Kingdom. “A-Ace… of course I want to” you mumble, grabbing his clothes in tight fists and crying over the teared cravat of his shirt.

His hands land on the small of your back, pushing you even closer against his body. Then, warm fingers graze your chin up. His blazing eyes fix in yours, and the tip of your noses touch. The sweetest kiss follows, star-crossed lovers that have so much passion ready to be unleashed.

Will it be tonight? Will it be this, a beautiful hot summer night, the night where their bodies melt?

“(Name)!! Is everything all right?” your nanny’s voice echoes from outside your room, the noble young girl has to be monitored, she is a lady that must be respected and taken care of until you are walked down the aisle to another disgusting noble man.

You quickly break up the kiss, your face inspires true terror. But Ace knows how to ease your fear so easily… “Calm down, I got a plan! Wait for me, tomorrow night I will help you scape. Do you trust me?” he asks, brushing your hair back and earning a nod from you, putting blind faith on him.

He crunches over the balcony, grabbing his fancy burnt orange beret. “See you tomorrow, I love you” he mouths. And just when your nanny opens your door he jumps off and disappears into the night.

“Is the lady ok?” you nanny asks, coming towards a startled you. The warm breeze of Verona kisses your cheeks, and your heart pumps faster than ever. “I- I am…” you barely mumble, with eyes fixed into a marine blue velvety sky.

You server turns you around to discover some tears running down your face, she cleans them and sends you to sleep. “Still thinking on that young child of the Portgas, right?” she asks, helping you get into bed. “Tomorrow night will be a big night, Lady (Name). You will meet your future husband in the banquet” she says, tucking your sheets under your armpits.

But… I’ve already met him…

A new day has started with many servants getting you ready for the big night, you were made even to take a bath in milk and roses. Your hair, your nails, everything should be perfect for the party. Your beauty should be enhanced to the maximum… what a futile attempt to make you happy.

And as the night came, with your eyes always looking at the gardens of your manor, you never once thought Ace’s promises will be empty ones…

The banquet was noisy, violins, cellos, and everybody would wait for the tarantella to be played just to dance with their future lovers. And there it is, the man that will marry you… but Ace… where is Ace?

“Come on, (Name). Smile a little, we have accepted your request to wait a few months to get married. Now show some gratitude” your mother tells you, annoyed at your sadness. “Yes, mother…” you answer back, forcing a smile that’s painful and not real.

But, like a sun through the door, a little funny clown appears to animate the nobles and riches getting their bellies stuffed of the most gourmets preparations. “I’m the God of the sun! of laughter! Please, those drums of liberation!! Play that song for me!” the buffoon says, stretching himself and jumping all around.

You smile, it’s inevitable not to do so. He indeed looks like the Sun, a Sun in the middle of a night… and the drums of liberation? What does he mean?

Dancing to the sound of the barrels he comes closer and stands in front of you. “SHI SHI SHI! You must be the young lady, the star of this night!” he says, and quickly snatches some meat from your plate. 

You can’t help but laugh at such lack of respect, he is too cute not to do so. He stretches his cheeks and shows you a big smirk, his eyelids have paintings and in his forehead the word meat.

“You like the stars when they form galaxies in the sky, (Name)?” he asks, all of a sudden. “Do you know I have a brother who has them all over his face?”.

You quickly understand what he meant… is this Ace’s plan? “I love them, I love the stars” you tell him, Ace is a true star.

“Cool, then, you should go to the kitchen after the party, I’ve heard you will find the way towards the stars if you eat something sweet! I did find the path towards the sun eating your meat! Thanks!” he whispers and jumps away to keep entertaining the party.

You are left startled. Ace…

You couldn’t wait much longer, of course you couldn’t. And right after the last person left the place and everybody was wasting his time fawning on a Count way older than you, drooling and waiting for a couple of months to pass to have you in his arms, you ran to the kitchen.

“Chef Sanji!” you find the blonde chef of your mansion smoking in his workplace after a long night of hard work.

His blonde locks move when he turns around to you, a sweet smile and a cigarette hanging from his lips. “Beautiful (Name)-san” he salutes you.

“I have come for something… sweet?” you ask him, well aware one of your guards is waiting right outside the window. Probably he had been chatting with Chef Sanji, even though they don’t usually get along.

Sanji lets a little chuckle out; his expression shows how much he understands what you just said. “To find the road to the stars?” he asks, opening a little wooden cabinet from the kitchen. “Uh…” you think twice about saying yes, the guard is looking at you with his single eye.

“Calm down, he is here to help you too… Lady (Name)” he sweetly whispers, putting in your hand a little truffle and looking at the guard with a cute smile. You observe the little dessert over your palm, and then to the cook and the green haired guard.

You open your mouth and close it again several times, what is that supposed to do? How is it going to help finding Ace?

“Eat this, it’s as sweet as spicy. It may burn a little, but then, the sweet chocolate will ease it. Just like love, (Name). You will fall asleep for a day; you will be safe. You will be taken to Dr. Marco. You know him?” Sanji asks.

You nod, Dr. Marco has always been your family doctor. But it was also the Portgas family’s doctor too… “Thank you guys…” you whisper, taking the truffle and letting the burning sensation in your tongue numb your life as you run through the halls of your home.

A new Sun awakens the cobbled streets of Verona, the heat of a summer over Italy make some flowers still shy to open after a long night.

You lay on your bed, completely unconscious. No response, even the strongest knocks on your door does not wake you up. Door that’s open by your nanny and mother, to find an inert body resting over your bed.

“My dear (Name)!” “Call Dr. Marco right away! She is not breathing!”

Doctor Marco fixes his glasses as he tries to find a little bump that would indicate your heart is beating on your cold wrist. But he says he cannot find it. You are gone, for ever…

Left over the stone of your future grave, your family members cry heartbroken. How did that happen? Why have you passed away? So young, so beautiful… Roses surround your body, all around that stone where your back rests. Your hands crossed over your belly and your hair let down framing your peaceful façade.

A dying sun caresses your cold skin with orangey rays that filter from the garden, the sky is tinted in lilac and the summer breeze plays with the silky fabric of your dress. The night slowly comes, and with that your family leaves your grave to rest, perhaps, a little.

“I’m here…” you hear, a whispering voice that warms your heart. “I’m already here, I’m sorry if I made you wait”

Soft hands over your cheeks, the warmth of his lips on your forehead. Slowly easing the comatose state, you were in by kisses and caresses, loving touches, full of hope and liberation. “A-Ace…?” you mumble while trying to beat the heaviness of your eyelids. You feel your mouth dry, but that doesn’t matter because the first thing you see is the galaxy on his cheeks.

“Hi” he whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Hi…” you utter, smiling so happily. If this is a dream or if this is reality, it doesn’t really matter.

Ace’s lips slowly reach for yours and closing your eyes you receive them. The first kiss of the new rest of your lives, along with his fingers interlocking with yours. Kiss that turns into the most passionate session of tongues dancing. It’s been so long, how many days you have waited for his kisses, for his hands?

“Should we get married first?” he asks once he lays next to your still a little weak body. “Let’s get married under the stars, right now” you tell him, sure marriage is nothing but sealing your love in an eternal promise.

Ace smiles, for the first time so sincerely, happiness fills his heart, and does yours too. “Do you take me as your husband, (Name)?” he asks, kissing your hand. “I do, (Ace). Do you take me as your wife, Ace?”

“I do, love of my life”

He pulls you up, sitting over the cold stone but surrounded by a blazing love, by a blazing desire. The freckled young man hand’s rest over your shoulders, slowly sliding your sleeves down them. Sweet pecks over your neck, down to your collar bones. None of you could wait any longer for this, you simply can’t.

Over the stone that would close your tomb, you will seal the deal that makes you free. The love that will lead you to a new life, what a beautiful paradox.

His kisses slowly makes you lay over what is now your bed, he takes his beret off revealing the wavy raven locks framing his galaxy face. You help him take his shirt off, barely ripping it with your own nails. Finally, his body, all for you.

Tan skin from a hot summer, from endless days training on his garden under the sun. His fingers buried on your hips, lifting your right leg. Leg that ends around his, carving your heel onto his calf. Hardness against wetness, his kisses don’t limit to your lips. Desperately nibbling your neck, and the little valley in between your breasts.

Ace, like an unstoppable beast, begins devouring you. Sucking, licking, biting, pulling. Getting drunk on your whines, you in rapture. More, more, I wanna feel you even closer.

The freckled man, goes down, tracing a wet path from your chest to your belly button. He stops right there, after kissing around your navel. His fire eyes fixed on yours, lust has taken his body host and you won’t stop him. His fingers squeezing your hipbones tight. “Spread, (Name)… please” he commands, showing you what he wants to do with his watering mouth.

You do, lifting your legs and spreading them so he can fit in the middle. His smile turns into a smirk, a dark smirk. Ace plays with your fine lingerie, first touching the dampness of the lace that covers your sex. His nose buries them on your sex, still covered, but feeling every sensation his lips create. He kisses first, and licks then.

“Can I?” he asks, still waiting for your permission to take your underwear off. You only moan and nod, you need him to do so, you really need it to. He smiles, kindly this time, kissing first your inner thigh and then sliding your panties off.

The white lace slowly goes down your legs, getting to your feet. Ace plants a loving peck over the arch of your foot and then the clothes are finally off. He pounces back in between your legs, with the utmost care he only tastes your dripping arousal with the tip of his tongue, breathing warmly over your anatomy. It makes you squirm; it makes you arch your back.

Yet, this is just the beginning because when he spread your labia with his finger and attacks your button of pleasure, you scream hard. Your moan echoes through the night, and you are pretty much sure everybody had listened.

But, frankly, you don’t care.

Ace, Ace keeps eating, nurturing from your sex, taking you to heaven so sweetly and sinfully. Hi trace circles, he sucks, and he even uses his fingers. Fingers to which your walls get used to, as they open their ways inside of you.

Climax, that unknown sensation finally taking over your body for the very first time, warming and taking you to edge of glory from the loving actions of your husband. The freckles that sprinkle his rosy cheeks now, peek up your core to simply enjoy the beautiful expression of your ecstasy.

“Ace, keep… going, please. Come here” you mumble when your breath normalizes, you need him inside of you, you can’t wait any longer. “Sure, my love” he accepts, crawling up to you, planting a honey kiss on your lips.

Ace wipes the little drops of sweat on your forehead and looks at you with the softest expression you’ve ever seen. His adoration towards you reminds you of a goddess worshiper. And indeed, he is, he considers you as his goddess, precious divinity.

“Do you want me to make love to you, my dear?” he asks, with his forearms at each side of your face. “Make love to me, my lover”.

Bellies touching, breathing into each other. Himself invading your insides with care and soft motions so you get accustomed to him. Slowly moving in and out once your clenching walls allow him to do so.

Resting his body weight over his left side, he makes love to you with eyes fixed on yours and his right hand caressing your cheek. “I love you” he repeats on and on, until words aren’t needed or can’t be said. Moaning and confessing how much both love each other, seal your first encounter with raptured feelings as if you had finally found the path to the stars...

“Let’s run away and never look back” 💖~