considering we can’t see barok during the summation examinations and he honors the “prosecution isn’t allowed to speak during it” thing i wonder how much he drinks during one. it’s not like he has anything better to do and he’s being respectful enough to not throw chalices into the public gallery
We started to talk about scottish Simon Blackquill on Discord, so I started to doodle those daily. I sadly don’t have much time a day lately, so I will have to stop there but maybe if people like those I’ll try to pull out some more.
featuring: various scottish tweets, my very messy doodles, my inconsistent art style, and one (1) Simon Keyes.
I’m not dead I’m just dealing with weird uni stuff and even weirder health stuff I WILL be back ly besties 💞💞
May I request a ficlet of post-canon Kazuma seeing his Victorian gentlewoman!so with her hair down for the first time and getting all hot and bothered? Bonus if she’s in some kinda nightgown
I just read the one where Barok sees his wife in lingerie and it was ✨🤌 très bon￼
Pairing: Kazuma Asogi x female S/O
Warnings: secret encounters, spice, nudity, an interlude to smut - aka no actual smut here
He shouldn’t have agreed to this. It was a silly idea. They would get caught and he would get murdered (for real this time) by the girl’s angry father mistaking him for some ruffian. And yet, his body moves on its own accord when he arrives at the address she’d slipped him, noticing the open window on the only room in the house with the dim lights still on. His climb is almost effortless, the muscles he’d built up working on that ship aiding him in the process, yet he’s still near breathless by the time he reaches her room.
“I’m too old for this,” Kazuma pants whilst carefully stepping into her room and closing the window behind him. “But isn’t it exciting?” Her soft giggle reaches his ears and Kazuma smirks which turns into a gasp as she rises from the chair in front of her vanity and slowly trails towards him. Her long hair is loose, soft ringlets framing her face and cascading down her back, inviting him to run his fingers through the shiny tresses. He realises he’d never seen her like that before - all their trysts took place in secret somewhere semi-public, forcing them to be quick and unnoticeable which meant trying to look as presentable as possible by the end and keeping their garments on. Speaking of which, he wasn’t sure the garment she was presently wearing could even be described as an article of clothing considering how little it left to the imagination.
“E-Exciting? Well, yes, I-I suppose it is,” Kazuma attempts to regain his composure, certain his face glows brighter than the candles on her nightstand. She gently pulls him into a kiss and he can’t resist raking his fingers through her locks, humming with appreciation against her lips. He tries to be gentlemanly and not look at her body, but it’s an impossible task when she’s so close and the light shines through the sheer material, revealing each curve of her body to his hungry gaze. “You look divine,” Kazuma whispers, reaching out to stroke her jawline. “Why, thank you, Mr Prosecutor. You look quite handsome yourself. Don’t you think it’s unfair that you’re still wearing all those bothersome layers whilst I’m near nude, hm?” She grins and Kazuma’s fingers mindlessly move to action, discarding garment after garment with unparalleled speed.
She bites her lip once he’s fully nude before her, a small intake of breath revealing her surprise at the toned muscle he’d kept hidden beneath the thick coat for all those months. “My God,” she gasps, running her shaky hand down his firm chest. “You’re a work of art, aren’t you?” Kazuma’s blush intensifies at the praise, his hardening cock twitching as her hand moves lower. She stops at his lower abdomen, pulling away instantly. “Though I suppose I’m being unfair now, am I not?” Her voice drips with excitement when she grabs the hem of the sheer dress and Kazuma swallows hard, nodding in agreement. The next thing he knows, the transparent nightgown is tossed somewhere to the side, exposing her body to his wandering gaze. She looks almost sheepish for a moment, but Kazuma bridges the gap between them to reassure her with a firm kiss. “I suppose this isn’t such a silly idea after all,” he teases while leading her toward the bed.
Happy to see requests are still open! I really like how you write in general but also how you write the characters !! May i ask for headcanons for what a poly relationship between franziska, maya, and reader would be like? (Okay with it getting steamy 😳)
Hello, could you do barok and s/o, where they keep praising him and giving him gentle positive affirmations throughout the day and reaffirming him that they love him? (ahem and maybe at the end some praise for him in bed if you're up for it ahem)
There’s a singular semi-smutty line in this lmao.
Can I request a Platonic Klint thing? Like reader is his little sister or smthn?
I went with a childhood friend because I feel like a younger Van Zieks sibling would drastically change Barok’s character tbh. Hope that’s okay.
Pairing: none, platonic Klint van Zieks and female reader shenanigans
Warnings: none, friendly banter and reminiscing, some alcohol use
“You’re late,” you gently scold the tall man approaching you with slumped shoulders. “I know, I know. I’m sorry. I lost the track of time whilst writing that ridiculous essay I told you about. But I come bearing gifts to make up for it,” Klint smirks, pulling a bottle of wine from under his cloak. “Your parents let you take that?” You raise your eyebrow. He chuckles, your oldest friend, effortlessly uncorking the bottle with the blade he always carries with him. “What makes you think I asked?”
There’s always been a mischievous side to the esteemed Van Zieks heir, though it rarely got the opportunity to shine through these days. He spends most of his time now holed up in his room, eyes glued to one obnoxious law book or another, working hard on his goal to become a prosecutor. Klint tries to make time for everything and everyone - family, friends, studies - but it’s hard to balance everything out so your meetings are few and far in between, leaving you both to look forward to them.
“You work too hard, Klint. I’m scared you’ll become like one of those stuck up lords we used to make fun of,” you tease, hiding your concern beneath your mocking tone. He scoffs, “As if. Besides, look who’s talking. Remember how your mother would dress you up so nicely each time you came to visit, and we’d just run around and play without a care in the world? You’d always get grass stains on your dress and swear you’d never be a proper lady. The last time we met up like this, you threatened to throttle me for getting a drop of wine on your sleeve. You’re even wearing rouge!” He points at your face accusatorily before you break into a fit of giggles. “God, we’ve grown so old.”
You sit in silence for a while, taking turns drinking wine from the bottle and indulging in the sweets you’d brought. “I do miss you, you know,” Klint confesses, leaning back against the bench. “I miss my little sister.” You snort, the nickname warming your heart regardless. “Little? Need I remind you I’m nearly half a year your senior, young man?” Klint grins leaning forward, “Of course you are! Perhaps I should’ve said pocket-sized rather than little- OW! You know what, I changed my mind,” He exclaims whilst rubbing his sore shoulder, “You haven’t changed one bit.” You exchange another series of giggles before Klint begins a tale about one of his professors who, according to him, “has a morbid fascination with ugly hats and always smells like cats and cabbage”.
Ok so this is a random request- but I noticed in your 'raising Iris together' ask the reader and Sholmes seem to be friends- so can we get a part two where maybe he or reader confesses and Iris gets a full set of parents?? Idk just a thought :P
Hey anon, sorry it took me forever to respond to this, but I intended for Sholmes and the reader to be in the early stages of their relationship at that point - a romantic couple who have confessed their feelings but hadn’t been together for a long time.
Closing the ask box for now. Probably gonna reopen when I complete all the requests I received in the past few days.
Also, I’m thinking about branching out and writing for more fandoms in the future, considering the AA fandom has gone into hibernation once more. If you have any suggestions, drop a reply. Thanks, besties. 💞
Nonono i requested that on halloween day😅. I realpy enjoyed it! Have a great dat
Must have been late haha, I was probably asleep or something. Thank you, anon, hope you have a great day too!
Can I please request something romantic and spicy with Simon Blackquill and a plus-size fem reader? Anything is fine, maybe some body worship, just no pegging please. Thanks and I love your writing!
Pairing: Simon Blackquill x plus-size!female reader
Warnings: smut, very filthy, semi-public sex, dirty talk, Simon is a horny Bri'ish idiot and I made him sound like one, kinda feral maybe, oral sex (reader receiving), body worship, lots of f-bombs
“Have you completely lost your mind, you idiot?” You hiss at the large man as he nudges you inside the restaurant’s cramped bathroom before stepping in after you. “Someone will see!” Simon turns the knob until it clicks and bridges the distance between you in a few quick strides. His lips are on yours instantly, the kiss rough and possessive. He lifts you on the counter next to the sink effortlessly, pulling back to admire the sight. There’s lipstick smudged around his mouth when you look up at him and his gaze is positively feral, making your blood run hot.
“This dress,” he growls, taking a fistful of the flimsy fabric, “Looks fucking incredible on you. You’re bloody gorgeous tonight - you’re always bloody gorgeous, but I love seeing you like this, all dolled up and confident. I promised myself I’d be a good boy and wait until we got home to tear it off you - and mind you, I still fully intend on doing that - but my fucking God, when I saw the way your arse looked when you stood up to dance, I knew I had to show my appreciation immediately.” You’re gasping for air as he trails bites and kisses on the side of your neck after pushing your hair out of place, grateful for the fact you remembered to throw the concealer in your purse earlier.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he growls whilst yanking down the neckline of your dress, exposing your breasts and hardening nipples to his heated gaze. Simon falls to his knees in front of you, lips wrapping around the soft flesh as his hands trail up your thighs. “Ooh, are those the pretty lacy ones I love?” He purrs as his hand traces the fabric covering your mound, tongue still flicking your nipples. You nod, chocking back needy sounds as his fingers tease your slit. “Lovely,” Simon coos, pushing your dress up to reveal your crotch. His fingers slide beneath the fabric, pushing it to the side with one hand whilst his thumb gently circles the growing wetness. “I’m gonna eat you out now, okay? Try to stay quiet, there are people outside,” he teases and you snort, wrapping your thighs around his head, muffling a growl that sounded a lot like, “Fuck yeah, crush me with those thick fuckin’ thighs.” You must be hearing things now.
He wastes no time dragging his tongue across your damp folds, circling your clit just the way you like. You bite down on your knuckles to keep quiet, gently canting your hips against his eager face. Simon doesn’t bother trying to hold you down, letting you fuck his face with enthusiasm, encouraging you with little growls and lewd words that slip out between hot flicks of his tongue. “Does it get you hot?” Simon teases, voice dripping with smugness, “Fucking my face over here while our friends and coworkers are outside, wondering where we are? Do you like knowing how needy I am for you? You’re so pretty, God, how could I not be? Fuck, I love your gorgeous thighs around my face.” He trails on for a while, each sentence that spills from his lips filthier than the previous one. You can’t even hear him anymore - you feel like you’re underwater, his voice barely reaching you as pleasure washes you over. He growls with his lips around your clit and it pushes you over the edge, finishing on his eager tongue with a sound that was perhaps a smidge too loud given the circumstances.
Simon pulls back, his chin covered in your slick, a trace of red lipstick still smudged around his lips. “That was lovely, darling. Thank you.” He whispers, reaching for a towel to wipe his face clean. You pull him in for a desperate kiss, arousal still clouding your mind. There’s a knock on the door just as you’re about to pull his cock out of his pants. “Occupied!” You call out, gasping as he drags his length through your folds. “She said occupied!” Simon growls when the knocking persists, a squeaky “sorry” coming from the other side before whatever poor soul was trying to interrupt hurries away. “Now, where were we?” He grins, gently probing your entrance.
req: this is gonna seem rlly boring compared to everything else but post prison simon being embarrassed to be openly vulnerable in front of his s/o so he just waits until they're asleep to say how he rlly feels and be sweet but
plot twist they're just pretending to be asleep lol rip simon
I love one (1) boy.
Pairing: Simon Blackquill x gender neutral S/O
Warnings: some angst, emotionally constipated boys, fluff, love confessions, implied intimacy at times
It took Simon a long time to get back into dating after his release from prison and even longer to admit he’d developed feelings for his new partner. Their relationship started out as a fairly casual arrangement, more friends with benefits than proper lovers. He was grateful for their open-mindedness; his name may have been cleared, but that never stopped potential partners from running to the hills the second he revealed his past to them. It made him even more reluctant to seek out a partner, knowing he’d been branded for life.
And then they came along. They were so sweet and understanding, took time to hear him out and educate themselves on his case and accepted him with open arms after everything. Simon was so grateful and relieved, breaking down in tears the second he got home from their first date - which consisted of meeting up at a local coffee shop then going to see the latest Steel Samurai movie at the cinema. Their relationship progressed slowly and steadily after that, though neither one of them knew what label to put on it - they waited for Simon to speak his mind on the matter and truth be told, Simon had no clue exactly what he felt, but he knew he felt something he hadn’t in a long time.
Somewhere along the way, he realised he was in love with them - the foolish kind of love, bordering on teenage infatuation. He’d had so many years of his young life stolen from him, preventing him from experiencing most of the things his peers went through - many of his former classmates were already married with children at this point and Simon himself felt like hardly more than a child at times. They were so sweet and patient with him, praising him whenever he did something slightly out of his comfort zone, gently correcting him whenever he’d lashed out in a way befitting of the Twisted Samurai. He found himself craving their approval, wanting to do better just to see the pride in their eyes and needing their touch - God, he was so touch starved after everything, nearly bursting in tears the first time they let him lay his head on their lap whilst they watched some ridiculous show on Netflix, clinging on to them for dear life each time they were intimate, his grip harsh enough to bruise in its urgency.
And yet, he still couldn’t bring himself to tell them how they felt. He tried justifying it to himself at first, trying to convince himself he’s just bad with his words - a bald-faced lie; then he pretended not to know how he felt - yet another lie. He finally faced the truth - he feared vulnerability, a part of him he’d kept buried away for so many years out of pure survival instinct. Now, it was time to resurrect that piece of his soul and he didn’t know how. In the end, he’d decided to take baby steps.
He started out with simple actions, small gestures and acts of service that showed his love - making them a home-cooked meal, sending them flowers for no reason, buying small trinkets they would appreciate every once in a while. He’d hoped they’d get the hint and hopefully make the first move, but to his disappointment, it didn’t work. They’d thank him earnestly with the gentlest of kisses, but never more than that. He’d lay in bed at night with their soft body pressed against his harsh muscle, softly stroking their skin, cursing himself for being a fool. On one such night, sleep refused to take him no matter how much he tossed and turned. He settled curled up around their body from behind, hoping their warmth and the cadence of his heart would calm him enough to sleep. It didn’t work.
Simon sighed, nuzzling their bare shoulder. “Are you asleep?” No reply. “Of course you are.” He sighed again, his voice soft and barely audible in the silent room. “Listen, I know you can’t hear me and it’s probably for the best, but I can’t sleep and I- I suppose I just want to get this off my chest. I’m so grateful to have you in my life. I truly am. I appreciate everything you do for me and how patient you are with me. I know I’m a handful - Aura would probably say a massive jerk, really and I- Well, I suppose, she’s right, isn’t she? I can definitely be a jerk and- Oh God, I’m rambling now.” Simon paused for a second, taking a deep breath, “What I’m trying to say really is, well, I love you. I wish I could say it to your face and you deserve to hear it openly, not whispered into your back in the middle of the night like this. But I mean it- I, I love you.” Simon hadn’t felt that tongue-tied since he was a boy, asking that girl he fancied to prom with him, but relief washed over him nonetheless and he pressed a kiss into the skin of their neck whilst his arms protectively wrapped around their torso.
Suddenly, a small hand reached for his own, making his eyes shoot open. Oh no. “Simon?” A gentle voice called out to him. Oh no, no, no. “Simon, I love you too. Even when you’re a massive jerk. Even when you wake me up in the middle of the night to profess your love knowing I have work in the morning. I love you. Now go to sleep.” His eyelashes fluttered for a moment before he broke out in earnest laughter they soon joined in. “Yes, my love. Sorry for waking you up. Goodnight. I love you.” He fell asleep as soon as the words left his lips, sleeping contently like a child for the first time in years.
Anon that requested Gregson headcanons, here. I just wanted to say thank you ;w; I don't see anything around anywhere about Gregson and you contributed. Idek why I myself like him like that, it just happened one day, lol.
The “heart” wants what the “heart” wants, anon lmao. You’re welcome lol, I’m sorry they were so short.
i'm the one who put in the lingerie request and girl-- 🤯🤯 i love it!! i can't thank you enough, i personally enjoy lengthier pieces and to think you'd bless me like this on my very first request 😭 take all my love, bestie 💖💖💖
Aw, that’s so sweet! Thank you so much, anon, I’m so happy you liked it. 💖💖
I was a bit uncertain about that one and hadn’t intended on making it that long originally, but got a bit carried away in the end haha. I love writing longer pieces (and am a very rambly person by nature lmao) but it would take me forever to get through my inbox if I made everything as long as I’d like to haha.
Hi :3 if it's possible to request like this, can I hear your headcanons on Nahyuta, Simon and Klavier with an s/o who is super quiet when you first meet them but actually a snarky and confident person when they want to be?
May I ask for the Pheonix and the Reader taking Maya, Pearl, Apollo, Athena and Trucy out for trick or treating? Like reader and Phoenix are kinda the parents watching over their children
Hello there! May I ask for an Edgeworth x female s/o bathing together? Nothing spicy, just them washing/massaging eachothers hair, noticing birthmarks, soft smooches etc... just them being super fluffy <3
Pairing: Miles Edgeworth x female S/O
Warnings: just fluff, some alcohol use, bathing together, hair washing
The air is filled with the heavily perfumed scent of bath salts mixing with the sweet vanilla aroma of the candles that slowly flicker in the dim room. Miles lazily stretches his sore muscles, reaching for the sweet glass of red wine sitting on the edge of the large tub. It cost more than he’d like to admit, having a tub big enough to comfortably fit two installed at his place, but it’s one expense he never came close to regretting.
“Do you want me to wash your hair?” The woman behind him asks, her fingertips gently massaging his temples. Miles hums and sets the glass back down, relaxing into her touch. “Mmh, please,” he murmurs, sinking lower into the hot soapy water. Her hands move up, running her fingers through his soft hair to detangle any knots before wetting it with the showerhead. She takes her time lathering his damp hair, carefully applying product and massaging it into his sensitive scalp. Miles is near purring at the gentle attention, eyes fluttering shut with relaxation.
“All done. Your hair is so soft, dear,” she says appreciatively, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his head after rinsing the conditioner. “Thank you, my love,” Miles purrs, turning his head back to peck her jawline. He takes another sip of his wine before straightening in the tub and turning to face her. “Shall I do yours now?” He offers, gently stroking her cheek.
Hi could you do Miles Edgeworth with a fem bubbly scene/emo s/o? Kinda like a fem emo feenie wright ig. Makes him kandi bracelets and necklaces, offers her jacket/shirt/etc. Sorry if this sounds dumb
Okay, look, Stronghart is crazy, but he'd be a great sugar daddy. Now what if, hypothetically, I asked for a Sugar Daddy!Stronghart/Fem!Reader 👀👀 -Boyfriend Anon
*Ben Shapiro voice* Okay, let’s say that, hypothetically, you want a sugar daddy, right? So, if you wanted this hypothetical sugar daddy, right, you’d want someone with money and influence, probably an older guy, right, okay? Let’s say you want a rich and influential older guy, hypothetically speaking, of course. So, hypothetically speaking, right, you could say that Mael Stronghart is the perfect sugar daddy, right?
Pairing: Mael Stronghart x female reader
Warnings: a sugar baby - sugar daddy arrangement, clear power imbalance, fluffy, just Stronghart taking care of you tbh, the nickname “pet” used liberally, kinda suggestive in a few spots
“Lord Stronghart,” you bow quickly as you enter his study, awaiting instructions with hands behind your back. His note merely said to come see him at your earliest convenience whilst wearing that green dress he’d purchased for you a few months back and you complied, arriving at his place just a few minutes before seven in the evening. Stronghart was not the kind of a man who would forgive tardiness, after all. “Ah, pet, you’re just on time. Excellent. You look quite lovely. Come here,” the white-haired man purrs, his cat-like features breaking out in a familiar smirk as he pats his thigh.
You stride towards him wordlessly, perching yourself on his lap. He gently turns your face towards his, looking at you expectantly. Having learned to read his signals, you close the distance between you, softly pressing your lips to his. His kisses are always gentle, even when he looks as if he wants to devour you. “Tell me, pet, have you eaten dinner yet?” You shake your head. “Have you eaten at all today?” You shake your head again, your gaze falling to the ground. “I see. May I ask why? Is the allowance I give you not enough?”
You sigh, meeting his intense gaze. “My landlord increased my rent again, my Lord, and it’s been so cold lately I’ve been spending lots on gas. If I have to choose between being homeless and freezing to death and going hungry, I’d rather go hungry for a few days.” Stronghart hums, observing you thoughtfully. “Oh, dear,” the large man sighs, “That won’t do at all, pet. I won’t have you going hungry under my care. I’ll find more suitable lodging for you in the next few days. In the meantime, have this,” he says, offering you a fistful of coins as if it were nothing. “And please, I implore you, drop that ‘my Lord’ nonsense already when we’re together.”
“Y-Yes, my L- I mean, yes. Thank you,” you gasp, blinking away the tears as you put the money in your purse. Lord Stronghart was a peculiar man, as handsome as he was cold, feared by many throughout London. Yet, he was kind and thoughtful to you, you who came from nothing compared to him. All he wanted in exchange was your company on certain lonely nights which you were more than happy to give. “Now, shall we eat?” He didn’t wait for your response, quickly ringing a bell that was atop his desk. In a matter of seconds, a young maid rushed into the room with several dishes in hand, her eyes cast to the ground and refusing to meet yours, most likely on Stronghart’s orders. “What is it?” Stronghart asks, noting your hesitance. “I promised I’d take care of you, did I not? Eat now. I have more plans for you later.” You slowly bring a morsel of the unfamiliar dish to your mouth, heat building in your core at the tone of his voice.
Wait that's actually a funny idea. Reader being Herlock's sugar momma lmao
Being a sugar baby >>> being a wax figure.
I can't believe I'm asking this but could you do heacanons for how a kind of sugar daddy-ish relationship with mael stronghart would go please?
Anon asking the real questions over here.
I'm not sure if requests are open or are platonic requests are fine but if it is ,may I request Franziska and Miles having a younger sibling (maybe female? Gender neutral is fine tho) who is cold, distant and aloof just like them? I wonder what their relationship would be like as siblings (Platonically obvi-)
Platonic requests are perfectly fine, anon! Thirst is prevalent, but not required around these parts.
hi!! first let me say i love this blog and your writing!! i keep coming back for rereads so thank you <3
if i may request a classic smut scenario: barok walking in on his female s/o trying on lingerie (bonus points for feral and/or smug barok)
Thank you so much, anon!! <3333
Pairing: Barok van Zieks x female S/O
Warnings: SMUT, lingerie, a smug and (somewhat) feral mdom Barok, fingering, penetrative sex, a hint of Victorian dirty talk, an unnecessarily long PWP piece
Wordcount: 1,363. Yep.
Her hands trembled with excitement as she loosened the velvety knot holding together the package a courier delivered from her favourite seamstress. She’d thanked the lad and tossed him a coin for his efforts, then informed the head maid she’d be retreating to her bedroom early that night and ran upstairs, drawing the curtains shut and lighting a few candles as soon as she entered the room. At the top of the box were a few of the usual items she needed - a new corset, a few pairs of silk stockings, some drawers. Beneath it all was the piece she was particularly excited about; she audibly gasped whilst pulling the folded garment out of the box, admiring the shape and the way the fabric felt in her hands.
When she walked into the shop nearly a fortnight ago, the seamstress led her around showing her the newest imported textiles popular among the gentry. “Goodness, and what occasion would this be appropriate for?” Her hand stroked the gossamer cloth the woman had presented her with, admiring the uncanny softness and transparency of the material. “Ah, my dear,” the older woman giggled, pulling out a sketchbook full of designs and hurriedly flipping through the pages, “I’ve made quite a few nightgowns out of this material. See?” The seamstress thrust the sketchbook in her hands, showing off a few quite stunning designs. “Quite popular among the ladies, I must say,” she then leaned in closer, putting a hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle, “And their husbands, from what I hear.” She stood there for a moment, thoughtfully stroking the dark fabric. “Make me one as well, won’t you?”
Presently, she stood in front of the mirror of her vanity, admiring the way the sheer dress looked on her body. The shape was simple enough, tighter around the bust and flaring at the bottom, lacy accents adorning the sleeves, the neckline and the trim of the skirt. It left little to the imagination, her new nightgown - the light material was so sheer all her curves were proudly on display. She wouldn’t dare set foot outside the bedroom dressed like this, if this could even be described as being dressed. A knock on the door pulled her from the train of thought, forcing her to hastily wrap a nearby dressing gown around her exposed skin.
“Y-Yes?” She called out, clearing her throat. “Darling?” Barok’s familiar voice came from the other side, “May I enter?” Curses. He was home earlier than usual and she had no intention of revealing the garment just yet, but she couldn’t think of a reason to refuse him. “O-Of course!” She answered, holding the dressing gown tight against her skin, arms crossed over her chest. Barok entered the dimly lit room, concern visible on his handsome face as he moved towards her. “Are you well, dearest? I was told you were in bed already. Your face is quite red. Are you running a fever? Shall I fetch a doctor?” She couldn’t help but laugh when his bare hands cupped her face, checking for the telltale heat of a fever on her skin.
“No, no, Barok, I’m quite alright, I assure you. I merely, I- Well- I bought something.” The man pulled back, one eyebrow raising inquisitively. “You… bought something? Pray tell, what did you buy that causes such… odd behaviour?” She giggled then, getting on her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his pursed lips. “Why don’t I show you, hm? I have an inkling that you may like it. Sit,” she ordered, gently nudging him towards the armchair in the corner of the room. Barok complied wordlessly, a hint of excitement appearing in his light eyes. Her fingers toyed with the knot holding the dressing gown together for a moment before untying it and shrugging off the thick garment, leaving her in nothing but the new nightgown. “Well, husband?” She grinned, giving him a quick twirl. “What do you think?”
Barok was silent, his expression unreadable whilst his piercing gaze travelled across her form. His silence was unexpected, making her feel more than a little self-conscious. “Barok? Do you not like it?” Her arms automatically wrapped around her body protectively, shame suddenly clouding her mind. “Don’t,” he growled, rising from his spot, “Don’t you dare cover yourself now.” Her breath hitched as he stalked closer, a predatory look in his eyes. He was upon her in a matter of seconds, lips pressed against hers in a hungry kiss, hands groping her body through the flimsy fabric. She was breathless when he pulled away, effortlessly spinning her around in his arms until her back was pressed against her chest.
She could see their reflection in the mirror from where she was standing, her face burning bright at the lewd sight. She was practically naked, lips swollen from the way he kissed her, hard nipples poking through the fabric; Barok stood behind her fully clothed, towering over her. “Look at yourself, darling,” Barok cooed against her ear, one hand roughly cupping her breast through the thin material. “You’re divine,” he purred, nuzzling her hair between kisses. “Wrapped up like a present for me. Shall I tear the wrapping off?” he teased, fisting a bit of the material, chuckling when she weakly shook her head. “No? I suppose you’re right. It would be a shame to ruin such an exquisite piece,” he breathed against her ear, the pads of his fingers tweaking her sensitive nipples, making her gasp. “Bend over. Put your hands on the desk,” he ordered, firmly pushing her upper back forward.
His hands grabbed handfuls of the material, pushing it past her hips to expose her lower half to the chilly evening air. She gasped when his fingers unceremoniously delved between her folds, sliding inside with ease. “Mmm, aren’t you eager?” Barok quipped, stretching her quivering walls with his delicate fingers, chuckling at her moaned reply. “So am I. Though I suppose you can feel it.” He wasn’t wrong - the bulge in his trousers had been pressing against her buttock quite insistently for a while now, absent-mindedly grinding against her exposed flesh. “Barok,” she whined as his fingertips dragged over her sensitive spot, “Just- just f-fuck me already, damn you!” He laughed then, pulling his hand away. “My, dearest, what a lewd little mouth you have,” his tone was scolding, but his expression showed pure adoration when she met his gaze in the reflection. “As you wish, my love,” he whispered, fully sheathing himself inside her heat with a single thrust.
She choked back a scream as he set up a merciless pace, leaning forward until his chest was against her. Thankfully, he’d dropped the overcoat somewhere along the way, though the buttons of his waistcoat still pressed into her back quite roughly, leaving little indents in her skin. Usually, she’d complain, but she was presently so far gone, the only thing on her mind her impending release as she enthusiastically met his thrusts. His hand between her legs worked her sensitive flesh just right, making stars dance behind her eyelids. Truth be told, it was hardly necessary now with how needy, eager and desperate she was, but Barok was a gentleman above all else, even when he took her like this, as if he was anything but. She finished with a cry, her walls clamping around his cock like a vice, ripping a feral roar out of his chest as he spilled inside of her. Barok collapsed on top of her momentarily, panting praise against her ear, pressing kisses into the nape of her neck.
“Are you alright?” He asked eventually, pulling away from her body. She gasped at the sudden feeling of emptiness but nodded her approval regardless. “Good,” he cooed, pulling her into his arms with such gentleness. “What was the woman’s name? Your seamstress I mean. Mrs Miggins, was it?” She nodded as he set her down on the soft bed covers before plopping down next to her. “Give her my regards the next time you see her.” She chuckled, making a mental note to send Mrs Miggins a bouquet of flowers and a thank-you card.
simon blackquill being bri'ish lives rent free in my mind i cant get over it like giving him the whole samurai spiel in the localisation is such a waste when they could’ve made him a chav or something imagine simon blackquill being like “r u avin a giggle there m8” instead of making sword innuendos
how does it feel to be thoroughly rammed wright dono <<<<< i’ll kill u m8 i swear on me mum
Also can some of you stop following me and unfollowing me like twice a week lmao it’s annoying and I’m contemplating blocking you
This is a sideblog I can’t follow you back if that’s what you’re after
that’s it for today besties expect another spam tomorrow and on saturday so i can hopefully empty out my inbox
Can I req fem! Reader comforting simon blackquill (reason he’s upset is up to you) bonus points if he gets to sit in readers lap, I just wanted some soft sfw content on this blog again lol -🌸
Pairing: Simon Blackquill x reader (intended as female, but can be read as gn)
Warnings: fluff, mentions of insomnia, one f-bomb
“Simon? Honey, what’s wrong?” You ask as he flops down on the sofa next to you without grace, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “Just tried taking a nap. Can’t fuckin’ sleep again,” he grumbles against your skin, voice dripping with frustration. “I’m sorry, dear,” you sigh, gently stroking his hair, “Can I do anything to help?”
Every once in a while a fit of insomnia strikes him, pushing his body into exhaustion after a few sleepless nights. The problem usually disappears on its own just as quickly as it appeared, but the period is difficult for the both of you - Simon is frustrated to the point of tears, everything seemingly going wrong and pushing him over the edge; for you it’s difficult watching him struggle, knowing you can do little to ease his suffering.
“Mmh,” he hums, inching closer to you, nuzzling your neck. “Just hold me for a while?” He doesn’t wait for your response before repositioning himself on the sofa, crawling over you until he’s seated on your lap, head resting on top of yours and one arm wrapped around your shoulders. “Thanks,” he sighs against your hair as he melts into your body, breath slowing down with time.
You chuckle at how ridiculous the sight must look - Simon is massive compared to you, his large body pinning you to the sofa, long legs hanging over the armrest while his hair falls into your eyes. He can’t be comfortable like this and you’re not comfortable either, not with how heavy he is and the way his arms hold you in place as his body relaxes. Still, you refuse to complain, gently stroking his back as sleep finally washes over him.
Hello! I know I already placed a request for a spooky writing, but is it alright if I request another normal one? I was curious on some of your tier lists where Apollo with the bandage from DD on his eye has different energy to him normally. And I’d like to have a writing where he desperately needs to let off steam and stress of the investigation and the reader helps him! One with a GN reader as a gentle service top fucking him just the way he wants them to. ‘Anything for you Beyoncé’ vibes! Because he deserves the world, I think. - 🌱
Pairing: Apollo Justice x gender neutral reader
Warnings: smut, some angst, brief oral sex (reader giving), ambiguous penetrative sex (reader receiving, no anatomy descriptions)
In all your years of knowing him, you’d never seen Apollo so pent up. He’s overworking himself, overthinking every new lead he discovers, getting too wrapped up in everything that’s happened; it breaks your heart, watching him spend sleepless night after sleepless night, hands clutching his own hair as he tries to make everything make sense without success. One night you decide you’d had enough.
“Polly,” you whisper, gently turning his head to make him face you, “It’s late, honey. Why don’t you come to bed?” Determined not to take no for an answer, you shush each one of his excuses with a soft kiss. “I’m so tired,” he sighs in defeat eventually, trailing after you with his hand firmly grasping yours. He slumps on the bed without grace, stretching his limbs out on the soft mattress. You curl up against his side and close your eyes but it’s useless; Apollo twists and turns every second it seems, frustration practically radiating from his body.
You lean on your elbows to look at him, stroking his face gently. “Polly, do you want me to help you relax?” He picks up on your meaning immediately, face softening as his drinks in your form with his eyes. “I’d quite like that, yes,” Apollo sighs, one hand reaching out for you. You claim his lips in a gentle kiss before moving down, peppering soft kisses all over his exposed skin. He near sobs when you wrap your lips around his hardening cock, gently bobbing your head and twirling your tongue just the way he likes. It doesn’t take much to get him fully hard and you know it won’t take much either to get him off when he’s this pent up, which is why you choose to pull away.
Apollo whines in protest at the loss of your warm mouth and you gently shush him whilst straddling his narrow hips. You quickly prepare yourself with your fingers and the small bottle of lube you keep on your nightstand. “Please,” he whimpers as you grind on his length, his hands grabbing your thighs hard enough to bruise. “Shh,” you whisper as you sink down on his cock, “Let me take care of you.” He’s desperate for your touch and for some relief after everything, and it’s evident in the way his hips shoot up into you. He’s never quiet, but now he’s borderline sobbing whenever you clench around him.
He finishes without warning, spilling inside of you with a cry. You shush him with a kiss as he opens his mouth to apologize, face burning red at the speed of his release. “I’m not done yet, and neither are you, Polly,” you murmur, hips rolling around his still hard shaft. He whines in agreement when your hips start moving again in small rocking motions. “Is this what you need, honey? Need me to take care of you, make you come over and over until you can’t remember anything but my name?” He’s practically sobbing at this point, arms wrapping around your body to hang on to you for dear life. “Yes,” he sobs, “Please, that’s exactly what I need, please!”
It’s exactly what you give him.