#adeuce x reader

Deuce was always the best cuddle buddy. He was muscular, and would squeeze you with just enough pressure to have you giggling around him. He ran warm, especially after you'd give him a quick kiss on the cheek. He fit perfectly behind you, body curving into yours, arms loosely wrapped around your chest. He was perfect, that was for certain.

Meanwhile, in front of you, hogging up the other half of the bed was Ace. He was spread out like a starfish, wearing nothing but a pair of heart patterned boxers. He wasn't even wearing a T-Shirt! Yet he still looked divine, his head turned towards you with his hand resting on his forehead.

You peered up at Deuce. His pretty turquoise eyes were shut, showcasing the almost perfect spade drawn on his face. His hair was splayed across his forehead messily, pink lips slightly opened and pursed.

Your eyes narrowed, offended at the sheer beauty he dare to display in front of you. You were out here freezing your ass off and here he was looking ethereal, not to mention that he was warm as fuck.

With a huff you shifted one of your freezing cold legs to rest in between his warm thighs.

"Oh shit--" His eyes jumped open at the contact, body stiffening like he'd just been turned to stone.

His eyes immediately found your snarky face looking up at him. With a soft sigh he relaxed, pulling you further into him.

"What was that for?" His voice was gruff and slow, with sleep still heavily attached to it.

"Im cold," you stated matter of factly, "It's your job to warm me up."

He only grumbled, shoving his head into your hair. You grinnned. At least he didnt deny his purpose in this world.

Satisfied with Deuce's allowance to warm you, you turned your attention to the oother sleeping boy in front of you. Ace was still shirtless, still warm, and still sleeping soundly. And your other leg was about to freeze off.

You kicked your limb up, placing it on the redheads bare chest.

"Oh what the FUCK?!"

You cackled at the screech that left his lips, watching his body shoot up and his head bump against the headrest. His eyes glared at you like you were scum. "What the hell was that for?!"

"Im cold." You smiled.

One Braincell Duo ( Ace Trappola & Deuce Spade )

"That's kinda gay," Ace says and you cannot contain the look of utter disbelief you give him.

"You're literally in a relationship with another man."

"And you, so it cancels out," He says and has the audacity to cross his arms across his chest. You stare at him for a moment as you, out of love for him, try to make sense of the bullshit spewing from his mouth — turning to Deuce when you're inevitably unable to.

He sits with a chunky textbook spread across his lap, a look of beet red surprise powdering his face in a gorgeous natural blush. He stares at you as if you had just dropkicked a band of delinquents right before his eyes.

"Don't tell me you agree with this idiot," You say, voice already beginning to drip with your growing disappointment in them.

"No.." Deuce begins almost cautiously as Ace shoots you an offended look, "..but I... Wh- What even brought this on in the first place?"

You shrug, laying your chin atop the pillow wrapped in your grasp as your gaze shifts downwards to the book before you — the one you haven't paid mind to since you first opened it, "It just....popped in my head randomly.. I'd say around the time Ace twisted his ankle real' bad and you were whispering in his ear while we walked him to the infirmary? It's not often I get to see you two like that so I guess it...gave me ideas.."

"Ahh, I get it now..." Ace mumbled as he nods along to your words, "You're a pervert."

You throw the pillow in your arms square at his face, a deep frown making its way across yours as you yell, "Shut up! Who asked you anyway?!"

Ace's smug laughter fills the air. You, now fuming and hot with embarrassed fury and wishing for nothing more than to smother yourself, open your mouth with the intent of changing the subject entirely when Deuce speaks first.

"If you're seriously asking... I- I could..." He mutters as he looked away from you and Ace's general direction. His hand coming up to scratch at his nape as if he were trying to peel off the layer of skin there that's been dyed pink by your confession. He could feel all eyes on him now so, without looking back, he awkwardly continues.

"I wouldn't mind it — I mean it wouldn't be that weird, right? After all, we're all....technically together and couples kiss all the time s- so—"

"—So you actually wanna kiss me...?" Ace pops the question, giving Deuce the push he needs to swing his head back around to look at him.

Ace wears a furrowed look that's slightly off from his typical look of irritation with the spark of shock etched in there. It's an expression Deuce hasn't seen enough to properly discern and a part of him internally panics at the sight of it, causing him to stammer out his next words.

"Its—! It's not like that!" He exclaims causing Ace's expression to shift slightly with displeasement.

"So you...don't wanna kiss me then?" He questions slowly.

"No! I- I mean, yes I do! ...W- Wait, but not like that I- I..." Deuce stutters nervously, feeling unsure as he searches for the right answer that wouldn't piss off his boyfriend in your eyes and falling in flustered, distressed silence when he's unable to find one. Ace sighs, rolling his eyes.

"Get on with it.." He finally says, gesturing him closer.

"What — really?!" Deuce throws out, eyes widening with surprise like some bunny rabbit who just got offered a carrot. The look goes straight through you and, from the looks of it, tugs at Ace's own heartstrings a little with the way his face flushes a cherry red.

"Urk-! Don't make a big deal out of it! Just...c'mere.." He snaps, but the way he reaches over to yank at the male's wrist and readily pulls him in to capture his lips gives away the eagerness that had been lurking underneath his show of judgement all along.

When they part from each other, slightly breathless, Ace looks over at you — who wears a pleased, knowing look on your face. He smiles and scoffs, allowing himself to be tugged back in by Deuce as he mutters under his breath, smiling, "Perv'.."

Appletart ( Riddle Rosehearts & Epel Felmier )

The moment the question leaves your lips, Riddle's choking on his tea.

Epel jumps up from his chair and is by his boyfriend's side in less than a second, firmly patting his back to better help him expel the tea stuck in his windpipe as the redhead's teacup goes clattering down onto a small, matching plate.

"Now what 'n tarnation gave you an idea like that?!" Epel exclaimed, his surprise ripping open a hole big enough to allow his thick accent to escape into his words.

"Don't act like I told you to take your own head or something!" You huffed, your cheeks warming with your growing embarrassment, "..And do I really need a reason to want my boyfriends to show a little affection towards one another?! I mean, it's not like I proposed the two of you make out or something...if you aren't up for that yet."

Epel's look borders judgement now. You sigh.

"Look it was just food for thought, okay?" You mumble, "We're all into each other, but you two rarely ever show your interest in one another and I can tell you want to so I thought a kiss could be a good way of finally breaking the ice.."

"We show plenty enough interest in one another on these weekly dates..." Riddle begins, now fully recovered from your unintentional attempt on his life, "Furthermore, we haven't properly stepped out of the beginning stages of our relationship and kissing at this point in time would be inopportune to say the least—"

"—But Epel has kissed me plenty of times and none of those times felt very 'inopportune'," You retort. Riddle pauses for a moment, whipping his head over to look at the purple-haired boy beside him the next, "What?"

Although less graceful with his indignation, Riddle wears his coat of shock similarly to how Vil fashions his shawl of fury at times and it makes it hard for Epel to tell the two apart. He grows tense under his gaze and, like he would whenever he'd get into it with his housewarden, goes on the defensive.

"How was I supposed ta' know there were steps to this?! I just did what felt right at tha' time!" He says, his expression hardening as he adds, "It ain't a crime to wanna kiss my frickin' partner!"

And to his surprise, Riddle doesn't chew him out or reprimand him and blow this out of proportion like he expected him to. Instead, he watches as his words settle into him slowly and an unknown realization hit him, causing his shoulders to dip and his expression to sour into a pensive one.

"..So all this time, I've been unknowingly falling farther and farther behind..." He mumbles to himself, but Epel's able to hear it due to how close he still is, "I've tried to coordinate my actions based on what's recommended from the research I've done, but I now see that all it has done is leave me out of loop in my own relationship."

"Th- That's not true!" Epel butts in as he forced himself back into his 'proper' way of speaking, "Just because we ain't lockin lips— I- I mean, kissing...doesn't mean anything!"

And upon realizing what's happening, you add, "Yeah! Like I said, it was just a personal suggestion of mine to take when you feel ready! Just because me and Epel have done it, doesn't mean you have to feel pressured to do the same."

"I know that," Riddle reaffirms, "I know...but I've only taken to this pace because I assumed it was the rule of thumb that needed to be abided. I would've been less uptight otherwise."

"Uptight is fine!" You push, "There's nothing wrong with taking things slow if that's what makes you feel comfortable — er, look, just forget I said anything about this, alright? Let's just continue the tea party." And continue you inevitably did albeit with great hesitance from Riddle.

Days passed like the wind, leaving the conversation a slight blur in the minds and hearts of you and Epel. Riddle never let it go, instead allowing it to simmer at the back of his brain until your next date — which spurred him to pop the fated question towards the end of it..in his own way, "It's been long enough now and I think I'm ready to take the next step with you — both of you. I'd...like to kiss you two if you'd be fine with that."

He didn't technically kiss Epel as Epel moreso kissed him ( something about manliness and whatnot ) but it didn't ruin the experience for him. In fact, the tiny, pleased smile that clung to Riddle's face when they parted told you of how enjoyable of an experience it truly was for him.

( You're unsure whether or not doing this helped them become more comfortable with showing affection towards one another, but at the very least you're satisfied in knowing how much they enjoy doing so and how damn good they look doing it )

Ace Trappola

After realizing you're an affectionate person with a scary face Ace got a kick out of it.

Here you were looking like you were angry with the world, with your arms over his shoulders from behind.

Ace LOVES the affection.

I see Ace as an affectionate guy as well in the touch department.

Yeah he talks, a lot, but even with you being quiet he oddly doesn't feel like he's being ignored or annoying

Especially not when you're holding his hand when he talks and complains

I can't see Ace being pretty okay with PDA as long as Riddle wasn't there to tell him off for it

If you're hanging off of him then he's doing the same to you

It's practically expected now that you two are almost always touching in some way.

Holding hands, linked fingers, leaning on the other, it's become a staple in your guys relationship.

I can see people asking Ace why the scary student of all people.

And Ace just proudly asks for a kiss and watches who ever asked get even more confused.

He loves showing off the fact he has both scary dog privileges as well as cuddle bug privileges.

Ace is a sucker for kisses. Lips, cheeks, forehead.

Any way he's eating that shit UP.

He also is a fan of cuddles. And during cuddles he's oddly quiet.

Something about being so safe and warm makes Aces brain turn to mush for an hour or two and forget about the world for a bit.

You wouldn't mind being his alibi if he showed up late for another class right?

Especially if it meant a few extra minutes or hours with you.

Deuce Spade

Deuce is kind of shocked by the fact you're so.. lovey.

Sure he knew you weren't actually mean or scary. You just looked intimidating.

But when you just gave him a good morning in class and gave him a kiss for the first time, he kind of had to rethink everything.

It takes Deuce a bit of time to get used to it, he's not as much for PDA as Ace is.

He gets embarrassed more easily with public affection so he may ask you to turn it down just a bit.

That doesn't mean he won't be affectionate back in public.

Most commonly will be holding hands under desks and between classes.

Or him leaning on you when he's being bored to death in Treins' class.

He finds the difference between how you present and how you act a bit jarring.

You looked intimidating when you and Deuce first met, now here you were acting like a clingy puppy dog.

Once Deuce gets more used to the contrast he almost forgets the irony of it all.

Unlike Ace who is fully aware of the contradicting looks and actions. Deuce gets to a point to where it's his normal.

So he gets a tad bit confused when someone looks shocked at you being affectionate.

Deuce would like PDA at times yes, but he prefers affection behind closed doors.

He's not embarrassed by you, he's embarrassed because of you, big difference.

If Deuce had to pick a favorite form of affection from you it would be holding your hand, or linking fingers.

Call him childish, but it helps him feel connected to you.

He doesn't like using your intimidating self as a scare, since he doesn't really see you as scary anymore.

All he can see when he looks at you now is his very affectionate lover who probably wouldn't hurt a fly except to save a life.

Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade

I imagine at the start of the relationship they would know you weren't a words kind of person.

After all there's enough trust between the three of you to be in a relationship, so assume there's a lot of understanding there as well.

I feel like Ace at least isn't the sappiest in the words department either. Not to say he isn't going to place a sweet word or two.

Out of the three of you Deuce is the sap with words, which says a lot since Deuce is a bit awkward with words.

But you can rely on the fact any words he says, even with stutters or long pauses are as truthful as they can be.

As for physical touch Ace takes the cake there for being more clingy.

But I don't think it's to the extent of how casual your affection is...

The three of you aren't very secretive as to the nature of your relationship.

As long as the three of you are happy you couldn't care less what some nameless student has to say.

And Ace loves the fact that you're so casual in loving both him and Deuce in public.

If you get into a routine, say kisses before class, Ace will hold Deuce by the arm and stand in front of you expectantly until you give them both kisses.

Deuce is a lot more shy, in comparison to Ace at least.

He's still getting used to the idea of two people loving him, and having both of those partners being affectionate people? Fear he may be down for the count.

But even if he gets flustered he also is a sucker for the affection.

He won't ask like Ace will, but he will glace at you as if waiting for your usual affection.

Aces favorite affection you give is a tie between cuddles and kisses.

Kisses are easy and can be given both in and out of the public eye, and it makes his heart skip a beat when you surprise him with a kiss.

Cuddles because it's more private and, in his eyes, more intimate.

Just cuddled up with his two favorite people in bed...

Makes him want to sleep in more than he already does in the morning.

For deuce he really likes holding hands and leaning on each other.

Hand holding is something innocent but helps him feel connected to you.

Having you lean on him, or him leaning on you during class just makes the day better.

It's a way to recharge without needing to go to the dorms and lay in his bed.

Ace finds it hilarious whenever someone sees the "scary" student being an affectionate fool to either of his partners.

The humor is a little lost on Deuce , but he cares more about the fact he's receiving the affection instead of others reactions to the affection.

There's very little jealousy since you're so affectionate neither of them feel like the other gets more love.

Besides their preferences work out.

Ace is more than fine with PDA, while Deuce might want to keep it a little more quiet unless at the dorms.

Though holding hands as a trio or random breaks in the court yard where the three of you are just a pile of body and tired voices.

Deuce Spade

Deuce would immediately panic at the sight of you crying. “W-What happened?! Did someone hurt you? Who was it? I’ll take care of it!” His first instinct is to go into overprotective mode, even if he has no idea what’s going on yet.

But when he notices you trying to hide your face, his heart aches. He’s always admired how strong and positive you are, but seeing you crumble makes him realize just how much pressure you’ve been under.

“Hey, don’t do that,” he says softly, his voice full of concern. “You don’t have to hide from me. I’m your friend—I want to help.”

Deuce would sit down beside you, his presence calm and reassuring. He might fumble a bit with his words, but his sincerity shines through. “It’s okay to cry. I… I cry too sometimes. It doesn’t make you weak. It just means you’ve been holding a lot in.”

He’d hesitate for a moment before reaching out to gently pat your shoulder or hold your hand, giving you the comfort of physical support. “Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together. You’re not alone in this.”

Deuce is the type to quietly stay by your side, letting you take the lead in how much you want to share. If words don’t help, he’s content to simply sit there, offering you a safe space to feel what you need to feel.

Together

If Ace and Deuce stumble upon you crying together, they’d play off each other in their own chaotic but heartfelt way.

Ace would try to lighten the mood with jokes or teasing, but Deuce would elbow him and say, “Now’s not the time for that!”

They’d both sit with you, Ace on one side and Deuce on the other, creating a protective little bubble where you feel safe to let it all out.

Ace might gently nudge you with his shoulder and say, “Come on, you don’t have to deal with this alone. You’ve got us, remember?”

Deuce would nod earnestly, adding, “Yeah! Whatever’s bothering you, we’ll help you fix it. Or… or at least listen. We’re here for you.”

Their dynamic would be a mix of Ace’s playful energy and Deuce’s heartfelt sincerity, making you feel both comforted and loved. They’d stick with you until your tears turn into smiles, determined to remind you that you’re never alone with them around.

Silence.

"But I'm warning you," Ace added, his tone trailing as he leaned toward you, so close you felt the heat of his breath on your lips.

"I'm not sharing you."

"Me neither," Deuce added, his voice deeper, something you'd never seen in him before.

The three of you were dangerously close.

There was no room to back down, only to decide.

Your lips curved into a shaky smile. Because you knew, in reality, you'd already made up your mind the moment you accepted that first drink.

"What if you don't have to share me… this time?"

Eyes lit up.

Ace was the first to move, his lips capturing yours in a hungry kiss, one hand already trailing brazenly down your thigh.

Deuce was quick to follow, his mouth on your neck, his fingers trembling as he clumsily lifted your shirt.

A few hours later, ou were awakened by the heat. Not the heat of the sun through the curtains, but the warmth of two bodies pressed together on either side of you like human blankets determined to suffocate you.

Your first thought was:

“Why do I feel so sticky?”

The second was:

“And why is there a leg on my stomach?”

You opened your eyes with difficulty.

The world was spinning. Your head throbbed as if drunken gremlins were marching inside it.

The air smelled of alcohol, sweat… and sex. Lots of sex. As if the mattress had absorbed the night of lust and was now slowly exhaling it in your face.

“Ugh…” a voice to your left murmured.

Ace.

He rolled onto his back, his hair a mess and a bite mark on his neck.

“Who left an elephant dancing inside my skull?”

“…Shut up, asshole…” Deuce growled from your other side, covering his face with a pillow. “Why does my whole body hurt?”

You sat up very slowly, completely naked, the comforter half-rolled around your legs.

Looking around, you saw your underwear hanging from the lamp, your bra on the doorknob, and a half-filled glass on the floor with something that definitely wasn’t grape juice.

“Don’t tell me we’re still in Ramshackle…” you muttered in horror.

“Yeah… and we definitely broke about fifteen rules…” Ace said, grinning crookedly, still with his eyes closed.

“Fifteen? Ace, you broke the ‘no alcohol’ rule, the curfew at 9’ rule… and probably the ‘no threesomes in shared beds’ rule.”

“Hey, hey, it wasn’t a threesome, I did not touch you, Juice,” Ace protested, opening one eye to look at you. "It was a… very close competition, by the way."

"You guys are idiots," you said, grabbing a pillow and throwing it in both of their faces.

You didn't bother to cover yourself. You'd both seen—and done—too much for it to matter.

"Are you going to kick us out now?" Deuce asked, sitting up slowly.

There were your fingernail marks on his back.

He didn't seem too bothered by it.

"Kick you out? I can't even move. I'm trapped between two snoring drooling human heaters."

"I don't snore." Ace raised an indignant eyebrow.

"You do snore," you and Deuce said simultaneously.

An awkward silence settled for half a second. Not out of regret, but out of a brutal realization

What the hell are you going to do about all this now?

"…Okay." Deuce stood up carefully, still half-naked

"I don't regret anything, in case anyone doubted it."

"Nor do I," Ace added, with a crooked smile as he scratched his chest.

"But next time, I'll go first. Fair's fair."

"Next time?"

"If you want, sure," Ace said, winking at you.

"If she wants, I'll cook her breakfast and buy her aspirin," Deuce added, his shirt already half awry, still looking at you with that awkward sweetness that made you smile even when he was naked, disheveled, and probably still drunk.

Oh yes he was, he mumbled before falling back onto the bed and returning to his original position.

"Look, fuck off. My whole body's aching. It's the weekend, we don't have to go to class, and no one except Grim ever comes around here, so just lemme sleep…"

You said as you lay down and covered yourself with the sheets while you lay down like a star, putting one leg over each of theirs.

"Where's Yuu?" Grim muttered, dragging his paws across campus. "She said she would do Crowley's errands Mmm, she's probably asleep! I'm going to… Ugh, that stinks!"

The poor grim stopped dead in front of the bedroom door.

An unmistakable mix of heat, sweat...

"What the hell happened here…?" he complained, pushing the door open just a crack.

Just enough to see tangled legs, Ace's shirt hanging from the window handle, and Deuce muttering in his sleep, "…gimme... the bottle..…"

Grim yelled.

"YOU'VE SINNED AGAIN! AND THIS TIME IT'S DOUBLE CRIME! IMMA CALL RIDDLE! OR GOD! OR BOTH OF THEM!"

You just groaned from the bed and covered your face with a pillow.

Ace, still half asleep, stuck his middle finger out from under the sheet.