writing or whatever

ima just go by 'pen' here, she/they ■ made this impulsively for the shitty fanfics in my head that i have nowhere to post. there may be some nsft stuff, it'll be marked accordingly

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Fighter with a mindset of, "This battle doesn't end until *I* end it. For them. "

Tank with a mindset of, "I won't hold the line, I *am* the line, and I refuse to be anything but the first to fall."

Healer with a mindset of, "I need them. They don't *get* to die. I won't allow it."

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Moderately toxic polycule but it's a fighter, a tank, and a healer

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it's a fighter who wants to push themself to the point of exhaustion to take out the enemy asap so the others don't have to be at risk for so long and snaps if the others get in their way, a tank who refuses to let the others get hit to the point of knocking the others to the ground forcefully if it means blocking a worse hit and being half dead after each battle, and a healer/support who refuses to let either of them go down, no matter how exhausted they are, or how agonizing it is to have their bones repair themselves again and again

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Moderately toxic polycule but it's a fighter, a tank, and a healer

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you really cooked with the vampire!edgeworth fic, it’s now engraved into my head now

aaaaa tysm!! I love this man

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Vampire! Edgeworth

CW: suggestive, biting but no explicit mentions of blood, some praise kink sprinkled in there for my own enjoyment

He knew. He knew just how much they needed this. The way their body stiffened with every small compliment or comment of approval was a giveaway from the day he met them. Now, pressing them against the wall, gently trailing along their sides, his warm breath against their neck, he just had to see how they’d react to something more… direct.

“You’re breathtaking… So perfect…” he murmurs against their neck. Their breath audibly hitched at the words. Miles smiled softly to himself as he pressed gentle kisses to their neck.

“Oh, so responsive… It feels so good to have my hands on you… You’re doing so well…”

Their body shuddered, unable to help the small whimper that escaped them at the praise. Hearing this, Miles instantly decided that he had to hear more.

“That’s it, let me hear you,” he pressed his lips to their skin. “So good for me…”

He felt the way they trembled under his hands and could feel the heat building within him.

“Love… Please…” his voice shook slightly. “Let me taste you…”

Their eyes widened. They knew exactly what he meant, and they’d be lying to say they hadn’t fantasized about this before… With shaking knees, they nodded. Edgeworth felt the breath sucked from his lungs at their response.

“Thank you, my love…” he breathed. He took a breath and, with all the gentle caution he could manage, sunk his teeth into their warm flesh.

They shook, letting out a soft, shaking moan at the sensation.

Miles groaned just at the feeling of finally, finally tasting them. And their moans… God, their moans… He could feel himself struggling to maintain control. His grip on their hips tightened possesively.

“M-Miles…” they whimpered softly. They didn’t know what they intended to say, but there was an undertone of pleading in their voice.

“You’re doing so well for me, love,” he muttered into their neck, reveling in the sound of his name on their lips. “You have no idea how perfect you are… Just let me taste you. Let me feed on you… Let me have you… Give yourself to me, darling, and I’ll make you feel so good…”

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Replaying Ace Attorney and thinking about a vampire! Edgeworth au-

-vampire edgeworth who comes into work one day seeming far more tired than usual

-vampire edgeworth who refuses to answer any questions about the new blackout curtains in his office

-vampire edgeworth who seems a bit more jittery than usual, occasionally calming down after drinking from his new metal water bottle

-vampire edgeworth who you swears looks more pale than usual

-vampire edgeworth that makes you pause for a moment when his sneer looks a bit different than usual

-vampire edgeworth who makes a point never to be alone in a room with one person at a time if no one else is around

-vampire edgeworth who’s footsteps are even quieter than usual

X reader + some suggestive content under the cut<3

-vampire edgeworth who finds himself staring at more and more often

-vampire edgeworth who has to pause each time you get angry or flustered, the blood rushing to your face

-vampire edgeworth who finds himself being more and more aggressive with everyone who gets anywhere near you

-vampire edgeworth who has to use every ounce of self control that he has not to corner you in the office

-vampire edgeworth who’s thoughts start to wander to your image each night as he sits awake, imagining everything he would do, could he only manage to get his hands on you

-vampire edgeworth finds himself fantasizing about how your hips would feel in his hands, how the salt of your skin would taste, how it would feel to sink his teeth into your neck and feel you shudder underneath him…

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Okay so a friend has gotten me into jjba and I'm on part 3. I just have some thoughts

NSFW under the cut, 18+ only please<3

Just consider, if you will, ab riding with some of these men-

I'm personally a major simp for Polnareff and can imagine him being confused at first if you brought it up, but then INFATUATED with how you look above him, your pussy leaving a shiny trail of slick all over his torso. My man knows he's gorgeous, and he's so happy that you adore his physique so much. He'd hold your hips and guide your movements if you'd let him, but he'd also just let you do your thing if you asked! He WILL beg to touch you in some way, though. He's singing your praises so much you'd think he was actually inside you, but he just adores you so much. Hold his hands while you do it and he's done for

Same goes for Joseph. He's a bit more arrogant about it, would probably tease you for it, but make no mistake, he's rock hard the whole time. He'd let you finish, and would ofc brag about how he can get you off without his hands, mouth, or cock, but the moment you're done he's flipping you over and railing you like there's no tomorrow

Anyway, that's it! Might do more of these if anyone likes them

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Hair

Elliot X GN reader

Elliot decides his spouse needs to take better care when washing their hair, so he takes things into his own hands!

Fluff, a tiny bit suggestive at the end

“We really should trim the ends, too, you know,” Elliot sighed as he guided his partner to sit and lean their head back over the running sink. They huffed. “I can wash my own hair, y’know.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Elliot mumbled. “Tell me if the water’s too hot.” “It’s fine,” they shifted in their seat. “... You really don’t have to do this.” “I beg to differ,” he said, arranging the shampoo and conditioner he planned to use on the counter. “You work out on the farm all day, sweating and building up dirt and grime. You really should take better care of your hair if you intend to keep it like this. And, frankly,” he took his spouse’s hand and lifted it to his lips, “I’ve grown quite fond of it like this,” he grinned and kissed their knuckles softly.

The farmer’s face flushed, but there was no more argument. “Alright, here we go,” Elliot smiled as he began rinsing their hair. “Just relax and let me pamper you for a while.”

With a soft exhale, they did just as they were told. They melted instantly as they felt Elliot’s fingers running through their hair, massaging his scalp.

“... Feels nice?” He asked. The farmer hummed softly in confirmation, earning a small chuckle from Elliot. “Good. I’m glad. I’m going to start with the shampoo, alright?” “Okay,” they nodded the little bit that they could with their head tilted back.

They shivered slightly as they felt the cool of the shampoo contrasting the warm water. Elliot smiled down at them as he worked the shampoo through their hair, making sure not a strand was missed. “... This is nice,” he said. His partner looked up at him.

“... Yeah…?”

“Yes. Your hair is nice, and…” his voice softened a little. “... I enjoy feeling like *I’m* taking care of *you* for once.”

“What do you mean?” they asked. Elliot sighed as he began rinsing their hair. “... You spend so much time working. My writing helps, sure, but the farm is our only *consistent* income. You’re the reason we have this roof over our heads and food on our table. I just… I like feeling like I’m contributing in some way.”

The two sat without speaking for a moment, only the sound of running water filling the silence. The farmer finally broke the quiet as Elliot reached for the conditioner. “You’re *always* taking care of me,” they murmured.

Elliot paused and looked down at them questioningly.

“... You’re the one I get to see every morning when I get up, and every night in bed. You help around the farm, and you’re always here for me. You go out of your way to do all these big, romantic gestures, and you… You make me feel *cared about*,” they said softly. Elliot hesitated before giving a small smile. “... I’m glad you think so, dearest,” he said, beginning to apply the conditioner. “I want nothing more than to make you feel loved and cared for.” “Well, you’re really good at that,” their face flushed, and they let their eyes fall shut again. Elliot chuckled.

“Good. You deserve it, love,” he hummed. “So just relax, and let me spoil you.” His partner smiled softly. After a moment they opened their eyes. “... Is that… Pomegranate scented?” “Only the best for my beloved,” he grinned down at them playfully. They laughed softly. “Well, thank you,” they looked up at him. “... Even though I could’ve just taken a shower and washed my hair.” “I don’t know if I trust how thorough you’ll be on your own,” Elliot smirked. “If you like, though, we can certainly do this in the shower next time…”

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Heart Rate

Harvey X gn reader

A checkup with the local doctor doesn't go quite as expected...

Fluff<333

“Hmm… Your heart rate is up… Did you just come from the farm?”

The farmer’s face flushed as he pointed out what they were already well aware of. 

“N-No, I just…” they struggled to come up with an excuse. They’d had growing feelings for the doctor since shortly after they’d moved to town- Of course their pulse would be racing with him so close. 

“... Farmer? Is everything alright…?” Harvey frowned slightly. “I-If you haven’t been working recently, there’s a number of other reasons for an elevated heart rate. Have you had enough water to drink today? Or too much coffee? Maybe you could be coming down with something… What about stress? Have you been worried about anything lately?” He spouted out possibilities in an anxious voice. The more he spoke, the amount of concern in his voice… The farmer couldn’t take it. “Harvey?” they interrupted.

“Hm?” he looked up, startled back to attention.

They sighed. “Are… Are there any… Other reasons a person’s heart might be racing?” they tried to hint.

He paused. “... Well… Strong emotions can often increase a person’s heart rate…” he mused. After a moment of silence between them, a hint of a blush made its way to his cheeks, but he didn’t speak.

“What kind of emotions?” they said softly.

“W-Well… There’s… There’s excitement, o-or fear, or…” Harvey’s voice wavered. “... A-Attraction…” The farmer nodded, swallowing hard. They decided they were in deep enough already… They took a small, hesitant step closer to him. The doctor’s eyes widened and he sucked in a breath.

“I-I… F-Farmer…?” he stammered.

“... Yeah?” they moved closer still. His breathing was growing shallow.

“W-What are you…” he managed. The farmer couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes darted down to their lips…

“... What do you think I’m doing?” they said quietly. “And… More importantly… Are you going to stop me…?”

His breath caught in his throat and he shook his head softly. The farmer couldn’t help a tiny grin.

They took another step closer and slowly, carefully, leaned in. With all the courage they could muster, they cautiously pressed their lips to his.

They could feel the way the doctor shuddered as they moved, and the way he slowly relaxed and sank into the kiss. The farmer smiled softly and pulled back to look at him, bringing a hand to his chest.

“Hmm… Seems like you’ve got an elevated heart rate too, Doc.”

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 Proposal

Dick Gumshoe x gn reader

Your loving boyfriend takes you on what seems like a normal date, but his mind seems to be occupied by something...

Lotsa fluff, I love him<3

    Okay, deep breath, he thought, sweating. This couldn’t be that hard, could it? If he had managed to work up the courage to tell them how he felt, surely he could do this… Ah, and the whole cop thing, too. 

    “Dick?” he flailed a bit as their voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “You good there?”

    “Y-Yeah! No worries, pal!” he chuckled nervously. They gave him a look.

    “Alright, enough. You’ve been sweating through your coat all night- What’s bugging you? Work stuff or something?” they nudged him with a caring smile, but there was a note of concern behind their eyes. God, something about those eyes always got to him… He hated the thought that he might be worrying them, but he wanted the moment to be perfect. He sighed and gave them a tiny smile.

    “H-Hey, uh… Let’s head over this way, huh?”

    They blinked, but grinned and nodded, slipping theit hand into his in the way that he couldn’t help but blush at. He just hoped they didn’t notice how sweaty his palms were…

    He led them to a somewhat secluded area of the park, his stomach turning the whole way. Every time he glanced at them, he wasn’t sure if he felt more comforted by their presence, or if it just made him more nervous for what he was about to do.    

    “... You’re doing it again.”

    He startled and looked down at them.

    “D-Doing what? I-I’m not doing anything! Nothing at all!” he stammered, face flushing. They sighed and stepped in front of him to meet his eyes, taking both his hands into theirs.

    “Dick, something is going on- Whatever it is, you don’t have to keep it from me. I never want you to feel like you have to hide things, and I just want to be here for you. So… Please… What’s going on?” they asked, their tone soft yet firm. He hesitated, but eventually, his shoulders slumped with a sigh. Here goes nothing…

    “... I, uh… Th-The thing is, I…” he wracked his mind for words, but nothing came to mind. He had wanted so badly to make this as eloquent and poetic as possible, to make his words as perfect as he found them to be. But now, in the moment, nothing came. His heart was racing, and he felt almost dizzy. God, why did he think he could do this? He-

    Then he felt it. A soft, gentle pressure as they squeezed his hand. They looked up at him with a kind, patient expression, eyes filled with reassurance. He took a deep breath.

    “I… I-I wanted to make this perfect, a-and to give you everything you deserve- but… But all I’ve got right now is… W-Well… Me,” he sighed. He closed his eyes. He doubted he’d be able to do this otherwise. “Y-You deserve t-to be happy, a-and to be with someone who loves you, a-and… I wanna be the one to give that to ya’.”

    Okay, okay, now’s the time- You’ve got this…

    He took a deep breath and, with all the courage he could muster, got down on one knee. Their eyes went wide.

    “I… I love ya’. I really, really do. A-And… I wanna keep loving you forever. So…” he gulped and reached into his pocket, retrieving a small box. He held his breath as he opened it to reveal a thin engagement ring.

    “Would you make me the happiest detective in the entire world… And marry me…?” he tensed up as he finally got the words out. He was suddenly very self-conscious about the size of the ring. He had spent months saving up to get it, but he was all too aware of how small it was.

    “I-I know it’s not much, b-but I-”

    “Dick,” a small, shaky whisper cut him off. He glanced up at them to find them covering their mouth with their hands, tears in her eyes. “I… Yes… God, yes!” they cried as their face broke into a massive smile. All at once, all other thoughts vanished from his head. He felt himself smiling as tears began blurring the corners of his vision. He couldn’t help a small, overjoyed laugh. As soon as his mind returned to him, he held out a hand to take theirs.

    “M-May I?” he asked, voice shaking. They nodded immediately and held out their hand excitedly. He carefully took the ring from the box and slipped it onto their finger. As soon as he did they grabbed his hands, urging him to stand up. He chuckled and rose to his feet, only to almost be knocked over again by how quickly and forcefully they threw herself into his arms. 

    “I love you so much, I love you, I love you,” they repeated into his chest. He pulled away just enough to see their face, opening his mouth to say something, but before he could, they leaped up and pressed their lips to his. He could feel them smiling into the kiss, and couldn’t help doing the same as he wrapped his arms tightly around them.