#Some kid asks her if hell is real and she says 'Yes and I'm in it.' what's it like? 'Customer service.'

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Tideturners: The Sidewinder

“Spend enough time in the Mists, and you’re bound to meet the most fascinating people.”

The Sidewinder went by another name, once. She sailed the seas, swindled and cheated, ransacked and pillaged. A pirate’s life was a harsh one-- unforgiving, violent, and usually sodden with salt water. Even among them she was fierce and unrelenting, a bold captain who fought tooth and nail to maintain the confidence of her crew. She made a name for herself, in spite of her rough origins and all the people who didn’t believe she could.

Her name was Mai Trin... But she doesn’t go by that name anymore.

It’s said that there’s many versions of Tyria scattered through the Mists. Countless, even. Sometimes they even clash, fighting for the resources that crop up in the gaps between worlds. Some are better off than others.

Hers is nothing but a memory now, and the origin of an ever-growing shadow that most will never see-- if they’re lucky. Some histories are best left buried.

“We’re the Tideturners, and we won’t be washed away.”

It all began with a simple proposition; a certain sylvari and a certain alliance, and an ill-fated plan to change the world. But this time, something was different.

The Commander of her world wasn’t quite like most. Brutal, relentless, and arguably more dead inside than the corpse minions he commanded. His lack of morals and intense ambition caught Scarlet’s attention, and she decided to invite him aboard the operation. He was an expert in slaying the dragons and their minions, and such insight could be invaluable with the goals she had in mind.

But this proved to be a dreadful miscalculation. Commander Ruju saw no difference between a rebelling dragon minion and a willing one. When the asura recognized seeds of corruption in her mind, he held no mercy.

And with the head cut off the snake, Ruju made his declaration; either what remained of the slain Briar’s alliance would fall in step under him willingly, or their remains would serve him in death. He was an ardent follower of the principles of Oola; necromancy and golemancy were destined to collide, and any who stood in his way would provide the materials to make that dream reality.

Captain Mai Trin recognized then that this wasn’t the Alliance she’d once believed in. The first to have believed her capable of greatness was dead, and Ruju saw them all as nothing more than replaceable cogs in his perpetual war machine. There was no future there, for the Captain or her crew.

Mai took any Aetherblades who were still loyal to her and fled into the Mists.

She’d spend the rest of her life wondering if they could have won when there was still something left of their world to save. Now they’ll never know.

“I spent most of my life making the wrong choices.”

“But if I can still accomplish something worthwhile with whatever time I have left, that’s what I’m going to do. I owe it to all the people who should be here instead of me.”

In the Mists, she and her Aetherblades cut their own path and their own future, far from Ruju’s war against dragons and Tyrians alike. They built a hideaway within turbulent lands where even time itself held no stability, a fortress that they prayed would never be found by the former allies they left behind.

Within the Mists, they thrived by learning to ransack Fractals. Taking from the echoes of realities that could have been, they found every resource they could ever need to survive. Food and water, technology, replacement parts, weapons and armor, raw materials... Whatever they needed, the Fractals would provide.

It was there that Mai would seek out the guidance of a familiar voice; she reached into the shadows, and the echoes answered, whispering. Scarlet Briar became her ally once more, offering advice and frustration in equal measure.

For a long time, it was just them. Mai, her Aetherblades, and the whispers of a mastermind who’d once promised them the path to greatness.

Years came and went, and the war of their world marched on, and on. Its consequences would soon prove unthinkable-- and inescapable. There were some lines not even pirates would cross. But Ruju held no such reservations.

Mai’s echo felt something within their world, a tie that snapped like brittle thread. For the first time, she was told-- begged-- pleaded with-- to return. Never before had the pirate experienced such a pull. Nor could she begin to imagine just what, exactly, had rendered the sylvari so inconceivably distraught.

And so they returned to Tyria for the first time. Airships flickered back into existence from the Mists, materializing over the skies of the Maguuma jungle.

The landscape below them was not the world they knew. Not anymore.

“... Scarlet wanted to change the world, you know. We all did. She inspired people just like Ruju, once. However you feel about that, there were plenty who believed that anything would be better than what they already had.”

“I can’t say it would’ve been, knowing what I know now. But at least she planned on there still being a world by the time she was done, whatever it would’ve become.”

The Grove was nearly unrecognizable. If not for the crumpled remains of the Pale Tree’s vast branches, she might not have realized what it even was.

Tunnels had been torn through the earth, vast caverns that formed what could only be described as a hive. The forest was teeming with massive insectoid beasts that only later would she learn had a name; the chak.

What had once been the sylvari capital city lay in ruins. The Pale Tree was dead. And under the shadow of her fading leaves hid what would, in another world, have been Tyria’s greatest hope. Mai wasn’t sure what drew her eye to that thicket and its glittering occupants, but the moment she laid eyes upon it, she knew she couldn’t just turn away.

So she called over her most loyal crew members, and they descended into the wreckage to seek something far more precious than any gold.

Broken bodies and dented armor littered the forest floor, yet they paid it no heed, cutting through the swaths of chak and stepping past pools of acid to reach their destination. It was there that Mai would be faced with the choice that would change her life-- and the lives of her remaining Aetherblades-- forever.

“... I’m no hero, or freedom fighter, or ‘chosen one’ or anything glamorous like that. I’m just the last line of defense, if you can say that when there’s so little left.”

“I’m the one they call in because everybody else is already dead. I don’t save the day, it’s already too late for that. I just clean up the rubble you so-called ‘heroes’ leave behind, bury the bodies your wars leave to rot on the battlefield, and patch up the few survivors who got caught in the crossfire.”

“Be careful where you toss that title around, ‘Commander.’ It doesn’t mean what you think it does, not around here.”

Hidden in the shrubbery was what remained of the Exalted; they had long since fled Tarir, their home utterly destroyed by a three-way war between Mordremoth’s minions, the chak, and Ruju’s Alliance. Their grand city was no more, and the same fate had befallen so much of the jungle that it even put the pirates on edge. As it turned out, Ruju had injected a mass quantity of highly toxic biochemicals into Mordremoth’s vegetation, but the poison had killed far more than just the dragon.

The dragon wasn’t just connected to the jungle; it was the jungle. And as it coursed through every vine, leaf, and root, it carried its deadly effects throughout the entire region. The chak fed on mass amounts of released ley energy from the killed vegetation, and since the chemical was only lethal to plants, they survived-- and thrived. Their population grew and grew and grew, evolving to utilize this new resource that now dominated their domain.

And as their numbers multiplied and their evolution accelerated... Their domain grew right along with them, undermining the entire landscape all the way into Kessex Hills. The Pale Tree had been a recent casualty; weakened first by an attack from the dragon and then from the poison seeping into her soil, she didn’t stand a chance when the insects reached their doorstep.

Now, with Ruju’s armies on the march across the continent, they had nowhere left to go. Their last shelter was in ruins, and the Exalted’s precious cargo was in jeopardy. It was only then that they would offer the last thing they had to give to the only hope they had left. Mai and her pirates weren’t the ideal alliance, but there was nowhere else left to turn.

Even the sylvari who had brought it to Tarir lay among the dead now. Mai didn’t know her name, back then. But her invocation did-- and whispered it as they looked upon the shining egg that should have been Tyria’s last hope.

‘Oh Caithe. You poor fool. I always knew your devotion would get you killed.’

“... You know, it’s almost funny. Most sailors believe in some kind of superstition, but I never did. If there was any ‘higher power’ out there, it didn’t care about us. We survived because we fought tooth and nail for every scrap. The open sea had no mercy, so neither did we.”

“And then I saw that egg, shining like a beacon in the ruins of a dead city that called to me with its last breath. And I just... Knew. Guess sometimes it takes the end of the world to really put things into perspective, huh?”

The crew was conflicted; some wanted to simply steal the egg and make off with it, but what then? The Exalted would fight to their last armor, and what would they even do with it? It only had value if they could sell it, and who would be its buyer? Certainly not Ruju, and no one else would want it. It was too precious, too powerful, too important to be treated as a mere treasure.

Mai and her invocation came to a joint conclusion-- one of which neither was certain, but both knew was unavoidable. Mai offered the strange, ethereal beings her hand. There was one path forward, and she was going to take it.

An alliance was forged, that day. And that was the day that the Aetherblades were no more. A new name was born, one that would echo through the Mists as it rippled across the fabric of fate-- a reflection of what they would become, and what they were going to do from that moment on.

They would be the Tideturners, one final holdout against impossible odds. And even if they couldn’t save this Tyria from the cataclysm to come, maybe they would still be able to save something else.

“I’m going to tell you a secret: nobody comes to live in the Mists if they have somewhere better to stay. We aren’t the only ones out here, but we all have something in common. We’re all running from something, hoping whatever we find out here will be better than what we’re trying to escape. Most times, it’s hard for it to be worse.”

“The Turnabout isn’t a vacation spot, or a military base, or anything like that. It’s a refuge for people who don’t have anywhere else to go. We don’t ask questions because we all have our secrets, and nobody needs to know who we were before, just who we choose to be now.”

“Those people are dead and gone, and they’re never coming back. We’re just the ghosts they left behind.”

The last of the Exalted were brought into the Mists aboard Aetherships, and settled into the fortress that would one day become known as the Turnabout. Glint’s last egg was safeguarded in the last place it might truly be out of Ruju’s reach, and in return, the Exalted offered their own magical knowledge to upgrade the facility’s defenses.

New weaponry was developed-- unique combinations of their ancient secrets and the steam-powered technology utilized by the Aetherblades. EX-Cannons were designed that would even act as an extension of the Exalted themselves, allowing the armor beings to interface more directly with the fortress’s defenses. And as knowledge of the continued destruction of their world slipped through the cracks, the sentiment began to slowly shift.

Even pirates had standards, morals that were too low even for them. They’d fight and plunder and pillage-- but this wasn’t about wealth or prestige or even survival, not anymore. And the more that Ruju’s army left naught but desolation in its wake, the clearer it became that this was far bigger than any of them.

It was the fall of Balthazar that shook the Mists, and tipped a far different scale than any had anticipated. Elder dragons were falling, one after the other. The fabric of magic was crumbling, and with it, their world, too. Scarlet began to whisper cryptic warnings of the ‘oblivion’ so soon to come.

Everything was about to get much, more worse.

“There’s worse fates than death. I know, I’ve seen my fair share. Corruption is pretty high on the list.”

“I could almost feel sorry for him, even after all this. I don’t know what Ruju is now, but he’s not an asura anymore. I’m not sure you can even call him alive. Whatever that magic did to him, there’s no turning back now.”

“It’s a part of him, and he’s a part of it, even if there’s not enough left of him to realize it for himself.”

Their scouts began to send back reports of a strange, dark substance that twisted even reality itself. It adhered to no laws of logic or physics, bending matter indiscriminately and killing everything that it didn’t consume. It was growing, faster and faster. If allying with the Exalted had been Mai’s turning point, this was the moment that would truly prove her change of heart.

The Tideturners returned to their world, one more, one final time. Their ships arrived to a Tyria ravaged by shadows and broken magic, this time on a mission that would have no happy ending; to get everyone out that would come, before there was nothing left to save at all. If the world had to end, they were going to salvage what little of it that they could. It would be here that Mai would don a mask for the first time, referring to herself as ‘the Sidewinder’ to conceal her identity. Her world would never trust their safety to a cutthroat pirate, but perhaps it could learn to trust a mysterious, unnamed Mists traveler instead.

Many were unwilling. They planned to fight until the end. Some were left behind, others were carried aboard, and a few even tried to fight the pirates themselves.

Captain Kiel was one of the ‘lucky’ few to be knocked out in the conflict and carried aboard; only after awakening would she discover what had happened. She’d spend the rest of her life coming to terms with it, just like so very many others. Eventually she would go on to become the Turnabout’s co-leader ‘Captain K’ alongside the Sidewinder, but that’s another story for another day.

That day would haunt the pirates for as long as they lived, for there were other things, dreadful, monstrous things, watching them with glowing eyes as they departed. The Mists were about to get a whole lot more dangerous...

The Grand High Sovereign didn’t go down with his world. And there were still so many, many other worlds out there for him to explore and dominate.

“We don’t worship the Six here. There’s only Five, and they don’t ask for our unconditional devotion. They know the role they played in our history, and we know it, too. When their people called out, they were silent. They left their worshipers to die until no one was left to pray.”

“They’re gods, but most of us treat them as guides, mentors, and allies. They don’t win our battles for us, and their power won’t turn the tide of war. That’s up to us. But they answer our questions, and offer their advice. They won’t save us, but if we know the right questions to ask, they’ll give us the tools to save ourselves.”

It would be in the years to follow that the Turnabout would change even more than it already had. Many refugees had fled into the Mists of their own accord, and now wandered among the shadows and demons with no direction and no resources. But they did not go unnoticed.

The Five remaining human gods had been watching. They dared not intervene with the god killer directly, but one thing became clear; if they stood by and did nothing, soon what little remained of their Tyria would crumble. Even the Turnabout itself wasn’t enough to keep them safe. Sooner or later something truly horrific would find them, and their last refuge would be wiped away as if it had never existed at all.

Despite their reluctance, Kormir eventually won the other gods over. They didn’t need to fight, but they did need to step in-- even if it wouldn’t be forever. A decision was made, and after far too long, contact was finally re-initiated-- and an offer was made to the survivors who remained.

The Five broke a piece off of their land in the Mists, Xotecha, and offered it as sacred ground for the Turnabout’s final iteration. Gathering the last stragglers, they aided in bringing the remains of their broken world to a safer location; the heart of a massive temporal storm, surrounded on all sides by walls of broken reality that nothing could easily pass.

And finally, they offered knowledge, one last boon that would teach the refugees how to navigate the Mists and its temporal instabilities more safely. Soon the Tideturners understood its intricacies better than any of them ever would have imagined, devising their own specialized suits that could insulate them from even the most severe and debilitating environments.

Eventually these suits would allow for the retrieval of the impossible and improbable, making for some unique new allies that would aid the Tideturners’ Mists excursions even further... But that, too, is a story for another day.

“Jade tech is really something, huh? It holds a magical charge like nothing else I’ve ever seen, even golem power cores can’t compare. It infuses the whole machine’s physical components with power, and you can do some very... Creative things with that kind of energy infusion.”

“That’s the most I can tell you about our systems, but I don’t think you’ll find anything like this outside the Turnabout. ‘ASP’ really is one of a kind.”

As the Turnabout’s population grew, so did its technological advancement and ingenuity. With it came iterations of Cantha’s jade tech, and new methods of energy channeling that entirely changed the way their facility operated. EX-Cannons were upgraded, and new technology allowed the Turnabout to revolutionize its entire interface in an entirely new way.

A new AI system was introduced to run the facility and aid the ever-growing population; ‘ASP,’ short for Automated Security Protocol. The Sidewinder oversaw its development, and became the head of security for the foreseeable future. The snarky, occasionally morbid AI soon proved to be an exceptional help around the Turnabout... With a sinister secret.

In truth, the ‘AI’ was no AI at all, but instead an extension of the Sidewinder’s secretive Scarlet Briar invocation. By directly interfacing her magic with the Turnabout’s jade tech energy conduits, she was able to devise a method of controlling everything remotely-- with Scarlet operating the machinery independently so she could focus on other matters. In order to maintain the connection, a pair of special magitech gauntlets were constructed with unique jade tech receptors that could channel her magic directly into the system, and generate a ‘tablet’ interface for ease of access anywhere.

Some would eventually become suspicious, but the more time passed, the more that the population came to determine that it didn’t make a difference. The AI was doing its job, Sidewinder was proving herself as an effective leader, and the Turnabout was providing for all of its residents with a surprising amount of efficiency.

Against all odds, people came to believe in the Sidewinder and the bold new world she helped to build. And, even if she knew there were plenty of others who would’ve been better suited to this position than her, Mai would fight every day to become the person that the Tideturners believed she was.

She wasn’t a hero, and she didn’t want to be one. But she could be a leader.

This would only be the beginning of their story, though... Ruju’s march would continue soon enough, and the Tideturners’ work will never be done. Not until the Grand High Sovereign and his void-enhanced army is finally laid to rest.

So, where are the Tideturners now..?

"In the taverns of Divinity's Reach, look for someone with a skull and sword tattoo on their upper arm. You'll see just the edge of it. Show them this coin, and tell them; 'I heard you're looking for lost treasure.'"

"They'll ask you; 'I'm always watching for hidden gems. How'd you find this?’ Answer them; 'it washed in on the tide.' They'll know what that means."

There are few groups more secretive than the Tideturners. Most would say they’re just a strange story whispered between Mist travelers, trying to explain shifting shadows in the distance and mysterious markings under rocks. Few outside their ranks have ever seen them, and even fewer knew what they saw.

Just know this; if the Sidewinder is about, the winds of fate are changing... And it’s likely not in your favor. Not because she brings trouble, but because she’s tracking the ones who do... And where Ruju goes, calamity is sure to follow.

So if you start seeing unidentifiable figures lurking on the horizon, and finding their sigil marked under arches, get ready. And if the Sidewinder drops by to share a drink and say hello, never let yourself forget she’s likely there on business. Ask her when the tide is coming in if you want the truth.

Where she comes from, there are no heroes, not anymore. The good ones never make it out alive. If you do, you’ll be the first.

So get ready... Because a storm is coming, and it’s closer than you think.

Additional Background Details and Headcanons:

- Mai adopted the nickname ‘Sidewinder’ due to its snake theming; I headcanon her to be of mixed Luxon (Serpent clan) and Elonian (Corsair) background, which in turn was why her ancestors weren’t living in Cantha; they left due to persecution from the Ministry of Purity, with her being the first to return after several generations of piracy on the fringes of Tyria. Likewise, Scarlet’s ‘AI’ persona was named ASP to match up with the snake theme.

- While the Sidewinder isn’t Aurene’s first choice as a Champion for various reasons, under certain circumstances she could, potentially, become the young dragon’s caretaker. However, the egg has not hatched as of yet; due to the differences during the time of Heart of Thorns, she didn’t gain as much magic from Mordremoth’s death and as such, hasn’t absorbed enough energy.

- In the significant amount of time spent separated from Mordremoth, ASP has effectively been ‘rehabilitated.’ While she often still makes snarky remarks and has a notably morbid sense of humor, she doesn’t act on her more violent impulses anymore and is actually highly defensive of her new home. Both she and the Sidewinder defend the Turnabout ferociously. Additionally, most Turnabout residents have become familiar with her since she often speaks through the intercoms and offers assistance for a variety of tasks.

- Most characters aren’t aware that the Sidewinder is Mai; those who do are mainly Captain Kiel and the former Aetherblades from her original timeline. Very few people actually made it out of her original Tyria, so there aren’t many who can-- or will-- confirm or deny her true identity. Some others they’ve taken in from later timelines (Agent Y and Joon, particularly) have a pretty solid guess due to knowing Mai in their own world, but can’t be certain.

- Due to the Sidewinder’s first experience with any ‘Commander’ being so overwhelmingly negative, she tends to be extremely cautious of any others she comes across using that moniker. Even the good ones tend to set her on edge; she’s seen enough timelines at this point to pick up on a pattern, and it always places them as a driving force of destiny. That said, she can grow friendly with Commanders on occasion, should they prove to be friendly in return.

- The Sidewinder never, ever introduces herself as Mai Trin, and her mask contains an auditory distortion module that disguises her voice. She never takes the mask off in public. It also contains numerous other mechanical and electronic components, including an internal screen and various overlays for observing various Turnabout statistics, and a sensory deprivation mode that blocks out visuals entirely if she needs to focus her revenant abilities.

- Her mask and gauntlets work in tandem to help focus the Sidewinder’s abilities; both have extensive jade conduits and circuitry built in, which allow ASP to interface with the Turnabout from anywhere and also prevent it from overwhelming her. If the Sidewinder is going into combat, though, she also has a specialized set of matching pauldrons that increase her power output. Both those and the gauntlets have magic that might seem familiar to those who’ve faced Mai’s revenant invocation in battle... Black spheres of magic surrounded by a red glow, just like the torment-inflicting orbs used by Scarlet when she spirals out of control. That resemblance isn’t a coincidence in the least.

- Sidewinder’s mech glows red instead of green, which may catch some off-guard; any technology influenced by her revenant abilities will change colors to match ASP’s crimson energy signature, and she’s capable of affecting anything that utilizes a suitably advanced system of magitech circuitry. ASP often acts entirely independently of Sidewinder, which can have both amusing and disconcerting results. Mostly it results in the ‘AI’ dropping in on electronic transmissions without permission to deliver quips and commentary.

- While she and Captain K still don’t see eye-to-eye on most things, they’ve learned to forge their differences into a strength. By meeting in the middle on various issues, they often come to much more creative and nuanced conclusions-- and that, in turn, allows them to lead the Turnabout much more effectively. While the Sidewinder typically handles combat management and defensive measures, Captain K is more involved in the political side and handles diplomatic matters.

“Welcome to the Turnabout. Rules are pretty simple around here: keep your weapons boxed in public spaces, don’t take things that don’t belong to you, fight only in self-defense, and don’t aggravate the AI. She bites.”

“... I’m joking, she doesn’t actually bite. But if you try your luck too much she still might shoot you with a stun cannon, so play nice. We don’t have enough room at the infirmary for every hotshot that feels like playing chicken with the defense protocol.”

#GW2 #Guild Wars 2 #The Sidewinder #Tideturners AU #EoD Spoilers #mentions of major character death #so yeah! god this took so long to put together lmao #I wanted to have this together so she has a proper 'character page' of sorts... #+ it has a general timeline of the Tideturners and how they evolved... #anyway. I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about Mai and the Sidewinder #becoming the Sidewinder is her second chance. an opportunity to be someone better. #Scarlet couldn't give her that. even Joon couldn't give her that. it was a decision she had to make for herself. #she isn't perfect. she's not a hero. she won't be the savior of the world. #but she does want to do right by the people who believe in her. #it's a bold new world and she's trying her best to deserve her position in it. #also ASP is really. really funny to write dialogue for i love her dearly #'This unit is not qualified to run an unsupervised health diagnostic. However if you sign this waiver I will be permitted to vaporize you.' #'Then health diagnostics will be irrelevant because you will be easily identifiable as deceased. Have a terrible day!' #Some kid asks her if hell is real and she says 'Yes and I'm in it.' what's it like? 'Customer service.' #literally just Discount GLaDos DJFHDKHDJ #also yes i took the time to take all those shots + did the color edits #+ designed the Tideturners emblem there too #anyway. time to stop before the tags get longer than the post

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Day 31 : Trick Or Teat

【Synopsis】 : The dead of night, creatures hide. In the light of a fire, those same creatures can become more.

『Word count』 :  7.01k

-> Genre: Supernatural. Smut. Angst. Fluff.

Paring: Yungi x Reader | Seonghwa x Reader [Eventual ot8 x Reader] 

[Warnings] : Self hatred. Abusive family. toxic family. Cult-like religon. Myths and supernatural concepts. The reader is giving off Genderfluid in some parts [not me projecting whoops]. hints of sexual abuse. Blood. Gore. Dark themes. Blood drinking. Kissing. Swearing. All the boys have a corruption kink cause why not. Fingering. Seonghw has a bit of a superiority complex. Details of torture and killing people. Unprotected sex. Yunho and Mingi are little shits. Eheh

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Surprise!! This is the very first chapter and introduction to my new mini series I'll be writing. I know a lot of you have been wanting Vampire Ateez ot8x reader for a while, and I've been trying to find a good story, and i finally got one, hehe. Also, I wanted to make this fic extra long as well to say thank you for 4k followers. I still want to do an event, but I'm taking a little break first, so I hope this is okay for now.

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The Destiny Castle was filled with darkness and death. Guard dogs, the size of cows and strange beastly noises echoing in the forest surrounding. And warnings to anyone that enters the ground will never be seen again. Well, that's what the priest of your village says over time and time again. Blabbering about how god left the family that lived in the castle many centuries ago when they invited night-crawling creatures inside. Ones that drink blood and care little for the human race.

Vampires.

You sighed under your breath for the fifth or sixth time this evening as the sermon read on the large dusted book in front of him. Your hands were beginning to ache from having them clasped together for so long. Why were you even praying? It's not like you believe any of this bullshit. Yes, granted, some of it might sound true, and you had doubts on multiple occasions whether this man in the sky was, in fact, real or not. But did you really want to stick around and find out? When you die and you go to hell, so be it. You weren't scared of where you ended up. You were more scared of wasting your life away. Not finding the adventure you so desperately craved. But your picture-perfect parents with their picture-perfect kids shall have no such dreams. No such idea of living other than to tend to the market stall and be married to yet another picture-perfect family.

You felt your mother's god-awful stare as she clearly heard you sigh yet again. You hated her the most. Always finding new and improved ways to punish you for "your sins." Like rolling your eyes or talking back to a man. Or worse, not showing any signs of being a good future housewife so when she's finally ready to sell you off—oh I'm sorry, give you away—to some rich Christian suitor to be your husband. You could be the perfect version of yourself for her.

Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.

You hated that fucking word. A loud bell chime caught your attention, signalling that Sept was finished with his blabberings for the evening. So you stood up straight, your annoyingly over-layered dress before turning on your heels to leave.

"Oh wait, Dove. Come here, please." Your mother's overfaked and sugary sweet tone rattled in your ears. The use of the nickname Dove also annoyed you. Dove, meaning white pure bird that is trapped in a golden cage. Everyone had called you that since you were born, most people in the village not even knowing your real name, only know this nickname.

Why, you may ask?

Simple, your mother hated your name. You were named after your father's mother, who she hated. But it was tradition to name your firstborn after the father's mother, so here you were. Not only were you a disappointment to your mother, but you also bore a name that resembles hatred. Lucky you.

"This is Lucas Wheeler. He's Mary and Robert's Eldest son." Your mother's voice buttered up the introduction, leaning in with an absolutely disturbingly fake smile that everyone seemed to fall for. You turned your lip slightly, making a poor attempt to smile, which your mother did not approve of. "Luca, darling, this is my daughter."

His grin was wide and overexaggerated. His tunic was buttoned all the way up to his Adams apple, looking as if it was constricting his airflow. And his hair was perfectly brushed back. He was the definition of a good pure religious boy. A book nerd. You couldn't hide your disgust as he licked his lips, eyeing you like some piece of flesh. You knew what he was hiding. That filthy lust that men seemed to only be forgiven for. He has probably dreamed about shoving his cock in every woman that passes him and he was definitely only thinking about his needs while staring at you. Not marriage, not husband duty. No, the sole idea of finally getting his little dick wet was driving him crazy. And it made you want to chuck your guts up all over his clean shoes.

"You seem to have such a um, polite daughter here, Christine. She seems shy?" Lucas's mother, Mary spoke up trying to take a look at you but you kept your face pointed to the ground. You didn’t want to be there and you weren't about to fake a smile for a family you did not need to know. you wanted nothing more than to slip away and become invisible like you always did in these types of situations. But turning twenty has now made you in the public eye. Twenty and without a husband was rare. Normally women in your village were betrothed at sixteen and married at eighteen. But you have managed to wheezle your way out of it from your parents being too worried about your younger sisters. But you’ll be twenty-one soon and your mother, Christine was becoming impatient.

“She is a shy one. Sweet too. Micheal and I have been trying to find the perfect man for her, but her shyness seems to not be a lucky charm.” Your mother battered, throwing a sweet chuckle making Lucas’s parents laugh.

“Well, how about you both come over? Bring all your kids, for dinner. I’m sure my Luca would love to get to know her.” Mary pinched Lucas’s cheek making him push away slightly.

“Yes. I’d love to know more about your daughter. I’m sure we will be able to entertain one another while you get dinner ready.” his dark words made your stomach turn and flip. Now you were definitely going to be sick.

“It’s settled then. We will see you at sundown.” Your mother bid goodbye tugging you away by your arm out of the church, not letting you go for a second. Knowing you’d just run off the first chance you got.

-

Night came quicker than you would have liked and no matter how hard to tried to slip away your mother made sure that one of your sisters was always with you, ready to shout if you tried to bail. What was this some type of house imprisonment? You didn’t want to go, that was more than clear. But your mother couldn’t care less and your father well it was ‘whatever mother says goes’. so you were alone in the more honest terms. Your brothers were too young to know any different, your sister who is only two years younger than you was a cutout of your mother. And your little sister was daddy's little girl. She didn’t care about anything but her daddy.

What a perfect family you seem to have. Everyone fitted in somewhere but you. You were the experiment. The first batch of cookies to come out of the oven that no one touches cause they were too burned or not fully cooked.

“Come on we are going to be late.” Your mother's voice rang through the house, your sister's eyes not leaving you. She had muttered something before heading for the door. You had told her you just needed to put on some garments before meeting her downstairs. She was hesitant for a moment thinking this was a plan to escape but you had said that there was no time now and what would be the point. Sensing your defeat she left you alone. Finally.

You pull on some pants under your dress, hating having to wear such feminine clothing. It wasn’t that you were against wearing dresses or lace or even frills. It was more that sometimes you wanted pants. Was that so bad? You sighed putting all the clothes your sister had pulled out for you to try on, on the end of your bed. That was later you’s problem. You noticed your book laying on your pillow making you swear under your breath. Tucking it back under the sheets you wonder if your sister saw it. You hopped not, if she saw what you wrote or worse what you drew, she’d be telling the church to burn you at the stake.

You ran down the stairs quickly, not wanting to waste any more time, hoping that if you go over and get this night over with you can come back home and hide away in your room, wishing you were anywhere other than with this family.

-

This night seemed okay as far as talking about our lord and saviour over supper was. Mary was busy finishing up the final dish, letting Lucas and your parents laugh over a blessed bottle of wine. They had sent you and Lucas away to, get to know one another and Lucas had to perfect idea to show you his barn. A place where ‘he could be himself’. God, everything he says annoys you. Climbing the old rusty ladder, you stand in an empty hay loft. Your gut felt strange, like your body was warning you of something but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Until you felt a hand grip your shoulder softly but tight enough to make you freeze.

His breath was so close, pooling on your neck. fingers were ghosting along your corset strings making tears build in your eyes. Even though he was a little boy in your mind. He was much bigger than you and he could easily take advantage of you if you didn’t play your cards right. So you had to act. “And what might we get up to here hmm…”

His chuckle sickened you. “Well, we have some time before mother calls. So I thought we get to know each other. Just like our families wanted.” he pulled away, making a grunting sound behind you. You turned slowly to see he was sitting on a blanket that had been laid out on some hay. Was this disgusting excuse of a man really thinking he could charm you into sleeping with him? God, his ego was bigger than you thought. You giggled, waltzing around the small room pretending to think but in truth, you were looking for an exit. You could go down the ladder but he’d probably grab you before getting that low. Maybe over the side onto the beams. He won't be able to get to you then. But then you’d be trapped until you eventually have to climb back over. And you know he’s the type to wait you out.

A window. Probably leads onto the roof. Not practical but if you recall you did see a bunch of hay bails just outside so if you jump you’d be able to land on them. And a broken ankle or wrist was better than….”Where is your mind wondering, baby? Do I scare you?”

Your head snaps back to him, giving him a small smile. “Oh, no…no…” You step closer, looking him deep in his eyes. “you don’t scare me…baby…” You stood right above his laying figure, his legs spread, enough for you to place a foot in between them. A grim smirk painted his unpleasant features. he went to sit up and you used this as your now or never, kicking him right in the balls without another thought. His groan was loud, knowing if it weren't for how far you were from the house. Everyone would have heard.

“You little bitch!” You ran for the window, crawling out as quickly as you could. The top of your dress got caught on a nail ripping the fabric. But you didn’t waste any time to cry about broken material, looking for the hay bails. It wasn’t as high of a jump as you thought, sliding down the straw, making some of it get caught in your dress. You could hear Lucas groaning in the distance as you started to run. Run fast and run far.

You needed to go home. Quickest route is through the forestry back towards the centre of the village before turning off from the church. Jump Mr Smith's fence and climb the vines into your room. Simple enough. But it's dark, a little too dark and all you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears and rabid footsteps in the distance. The forest was thick. Trees tightly snug together. You almost tripped several times over branches and roots. Your heart was racing now, panting as your mind was becoming hazy. Need to get home. Need to get home.

“Ohhhh Little Dove, where are you.” Lucas’s deep sinister voice echoed through the dark forest. He was too close, you needed to stop. Hide. Maybe he’d go past you or head back. “Come out, baby. We were just having some fun.”

Quiet. Be silent. don’t move. Not a mucsle.

He called your name this time your real one making you gulp. His voice was maybe two or three trees away from where you stood. A twig snaps and you feel tears in the corners of your eyes. He was so close it was like you could still feel his breath. “Come on princess...” His hand wrapped the tree you were standing against and everything stopped. You closed your eyes thinking for a moment, trying to play thousands of scenarios of how you could get away. But nothing would work. He caught you. He danced the bend, slipping right into your view. Before you could run his hand gripped your throat making you freeze. “Don’t worry baby. I don’t bite.”

His words were short... sinister, like he had achieved his ultimate goal of capturing his prey. Your eyes widened going to spit back a comment but your words caught in your throat as you saw a figure suddenly appear behind Lucas. Tall, dark. Red eyes glowing through the night. Everything happened so quickly, the beast grasped Lucas the same way he had you, pulling him back with fright. “But I do…”

The creature's fangs pierced the disgusting man's neck making him scream out a noise that would make your blood curdle. His grip dropped from you, trying to scratch and fight off the larger figure. You took this moment to run, not even caring if the creature was going to kill him or not. All you knew was you needed to run. But you couldn’t run home anymore. There’s blood on your hands literally, Lucas’s blood splattered on you. If this wasn’t a perfect situation the priest was looking for to burn you at the stake you don’t know what is. “Hey, this way.”

You physically jump hearing a high-pitched voice cooe at you through the wind. It was a hooded figure, and normally you would of not gone with a stranger but in this case it seemed fair. You followed the person who seemed to be always a few steps ahead of you at all times no matter how hard you tried to catch up. It was only then, when you stopped focusing on the person to look around you noticed they were leading you to the castle grounds. Where myth reads vampires inhabit. That must have been what got Lucas.

A blood sucking vampire.

You stopped in your tracks not knowing to go back or forward. It’s not like vampires scared you per se. It was just. You were human and they are beasts. They would certainly eat you before you could plead your case. But one of them saved you right? That’s what it was doing? Not just finding two humans and deciding to have a late-night snack right….

“Hey over here.” The figure called for you again but when you looked up everything suddenly went black.

-

Your head was ringing. Heartbeat thumping slowly in your ears. Black splotches clouded your vision as you tried to look around. You were in a room. A Billiard room, to be exact. You have never seen a room of such a size. The bottom of your house most definitely fitting in this room alone. The leather under your fingers felt expensive, seeing the brown with bubbled texture. It was lavish, elegant—

"Beautiful, isn't it." A smooth voice swayed your attention, having caught you admiring the fine fabrics of the furniture. Your eyes locked with deep crimson ones. He was like nothing you've ever seen before. He was stunning, tall, and broad. You had to gulp at the sheer beauty of the man. But you knew he wasn't just a man. From his eyes, you knew he was a beast, a night crawler.

"Are you going to respond? Or are you more of a staring type?" Another voice scared you slightly. Looking to your left, you see another man, but he was sitting on the couch next to you. His black undercut fitted his features perfectly. He kind of sounded like the hooded figure that was helping you get away before...

"Definitely the quiet, staring type." A cheeky tone to your right. He was leaning on the pool table, his Cheshire cat grin painting his features smugly.

So there's three of them that live here?

"Now now, Woo, San. She's probably just scared." A shorter but beefier male suddenly stood next to the first one that spoke. He wasn't even looking at you, mostly paying attention to the two he called Woo and San. You were now sitting straight up, moving your gaze from each of them. As they were all in their own worlds arguing about why you might not be talking.

"You're bleeding, Tiny?" A voice growled behind you, startling you. You turned to see two very big men standing behind the couch. "When did you cut yourself?" He dragged his two fingers through your wound, making you hiss, pulling away from him.

He put one of his fingers in his mouth, closing his eyes as if he were savouring the taste. Once he was done, he placed his other bloody finger in the male next to him, mouth. The other man groaned his eyes, glowing a harsher red as he stared you down. "You taste delicious, Sugar."

You went to stand, trying to get away from them, but your legs gave out, making you fall forward in front of the high-pitched boy who still sat on the other couch. "Be careful, Dollface. Don’t want ya gettin hurt."

"Okay, let's give her some space. Wooyoung, take San down to the kitchens and see if dinner is ready yet. Mingi and Yunho can go set the table." The one that stood at the door, the first man directed all the men with ease. They will followed without another word, heading for the door. "And for the love of Lillith, Jongho, can you please find your lover and Hongjoong. I think they were still cleaning up from..." He looked at you briefly. "Dealing with that disgusting human."

You knew he was talking about Lucas, and that meant this Lover boy or Hongjoong had been the one you saw ripping through Lucas's neck. They all left soon after, leaving you alone with the dominant man. You managed to sit back on the couch, but you wanted, needed to stand. So you tried your luck again, and your knees buckled, making you slip forward, but instead of making an impact with the ground, two large arms were wrapped around your waist. Your hands gripped the creature's biceps, feeling his muscles taught and tense. "You do need to be careful, Darling."

Unlike Lucas's or any man, you've ever met really. These creatures don't seem to set off any of your alarms. You didn’t know if that was a bad thing or not, but you chose to brush it off, ‘cause in the end, you had never felt such kindness from anyone in the village. You were out-casted, unloved. You might as well be the witch they all wanted you to be. The kind smile that painted his features made your heart skip. He was indeed handsome. You finally spoke up saying who you were and the man looked at you with surprise before laughing. “Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Seonghwa. It’s nice to meet you…”

Your name rolled off his tongue so beautifully. No one had ever used it to address you before. It was almost strange, foreign even. “Honestly you could call me anything. I was never called that name sadly.”

Seonghwa hummed in response, still holding tight on you. In truth, he knows much more about you than he leads on. When he and the others go on hunts he had found you a year ago. Ironically you were having your nineteenth birthday. On your own of course. He remembers the way you spoke to yourself, wishing yourself a happy birthday while you drew in your book. Your feet were in the cool water of the watering hole in the forestry just outside the village. You went there almost every second day. And so did he.

There was something about you that caught his eye. Caught all of the boy's eyes. You were special but none of them could put their finger on it. So of course when they found you running for your life from a disgusting man. They couldn’t stand by and let anything happen to their precious little human.

-

Dinner was quick as you just sat there and ate in silence. The others were loud though, making it seem almost normal. Like everything that was happening was something you all were used to already. Seonghwa had told you about all the boys and what all their names were. It took you a moment to put names to faces but once you got it. It was easy. Seonghwa never left your side. Making sure you were safe and comfortable. You appreciated it, understanding it must have been weird to have a human walking around. But you quickly learnt that all the maids and butlers were human. They got paid and some even lived on the estate.

Everything the village said about vampires and creatures in general was so wrong. And secretly you always wanted it to be wrong. So you were glad they weren't purely just bloodsucking beasts. But every now and then that face you saw popped into your head. You still didn’t know which one killed Lucas. And on top of it, this Hongjoong and Yeosang—Seonghwa had told you his name—were nowhere to be found.

“Okay well, sun will be up soon. Let’s get ready for bed.” Seonghwa again spoke up, dying down the chatter. It was like he took on a motherly role in the house. It was cute.

“Come Sugarcube. Yunho and I will show you to your room.” The one named Mingi flashed you a smile making you smile in response. Bidding Seonghwa goodnight or would It be morning now? Mental note to look out for a clock. The halls were lavish and carpeted, matching all the rooms you’ve seen thus far. Everything was perfect, vintage and beautiful. Yunho and Mingi had caught onto your mind wandering and had stopped for a moment, seeing how far you’d walk without them near you. You were very cute to them. Like a clueless bunny, with wide innocent eyes.

“Hey, Tiny. Your room is over here.” Yunho’s far voice snapped you out of your thoughts making you turn around to see both large men. Their arms crossed, with big grins. Your face was redder than a tomato in seconds making them both groan at how you waddle back quickly. Cute. Too cute. “This is where you’ll be saying. We’ll try and get some of your personal things tomorrow.”

“Yeah, Hongjoong had said something about grabbing some stuff while your family are out tomorrow.” Mingi rubbed the back of his neck as you slipped past both men to look into the huge spacious room. Only hours ago you were about to be married off to some pig and live on his farm until your death to now staying with not one but eight vampires.

And what was worse. You couldn’t go back. Not that you’d want to that is. But still, all your life you’ve known one thing and now… “You okay Tiny? Not the style you like? We have like ten other rooms if you want to-No it’s okay it’s just…” You cut Yunho off before taking a seat on the olive green and black silk sheets that lay on the large king bed.

“Did…Did Lucas die?” You don’t understand why you were asking about that pig but you needed to know. You needed to know would your parents found his mangled body and thought the beast that did that also killed you. Or would they think you did it? Yunho sat on his knees in front of you, placing his large hands on your thighs in a comforting manner. His smile was soft and his fingers grazing on your exposed skin was gentle.

“No. Yeosang left him alive. But he won't be wanting to live with the way he looks now.” You don’t know if Yunho’s words made you feel better or worse.

“Hongjoong helped him drag him back to that barn. His parents found him and they are looking for you at the moment.” Mingi revealed, knowing you’ll just keep asking questions so there was no reason to hide anything from you.

“Do my parents think I’m dead?” Deep down you knew they’d be happy either way. Dead, alive. Murderer or innocent. Your family would plead their sob story about the monster you were regardless of the truth.

“No…Lucas told them you ran. They think you were a part of it. Luring him out there for your vampire lover to have a meal.” Yunho felt disgusted with himself for repeating what Hongjoong had told them your parents said. But what else should they do?

“Vampire lover….hmm.” You smiled, starting to laugh. That’s what they probably thought you were sneaking off to at random hours of the day or night. Both of the men looked at one another with confusion, letting Mingi sit down next to you.

“Something funny with that Sugarcube?” Mingi’s voice was so deep, velvety. It made your core tingle and heart race. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes, but still giving him a smile.

“My mother has wanted nothing but to pin some devilish thing on me and now she gets it. Something that said I did not serve the lord. Argh…” Tears ran down your cheeks “Fuck the lord. Why should I have to care what an old man did for humanity?! I just wanted to paint. Find adventure. Not marry and be a baby maker for some lowlife pig.” All your pent-up anger. All your disappointment. Every single thing you wished to say to your mother was pouring out, in front of two vampires you had only met hours ago now. It felt like a weight being pushed off your chest and you were no longer drowning. Mingi’s hand rubbed circles on your lower back making you fall into his embrace, letting him hold you while Yunho straightened up so he could hold you as well. They were beasts that could drain you in seconds yet they held you like they’ve known you for years. They listened as if they cared. They spoke as if you were the most important person in the world. why?

“There, there baby. It’s okay. You’re free now. You can do anything you want.” Yunho’s voice was quiet almost barely above a whisper. But still still heard him. You pulled away letting them still hold you but you could wipe your face. You can do anything? No one has ever said that to you.

“Well...I guess since this my first time of freedom…” You had both the vampire's attention now with your words. “I want a bath. One with lots of bubbles.” You’ve never had such a thing in your life only settling for quick showers or sharing bathing pools with your siblings. Not something lavish. Mingi laughed a deep hearty laugh. As if you couldn't get any more cute, there you went.

“I think that’s a perfect idea Sugar. We’ll get one of the maids to fix one up for you. And…” He placed his hands on either shoulder pushing you towards Yunho. Your face inches from him. Mingi inspected the wound of your shoulder blade noticing it was already closing but blood was still pooling out of it slowly. “Get this wound cleaned up…”

His tongue licked a strip upwards, following the wound. You hiccuped feeling a slight sting from him. Yunho however distracted you by giving you a kiss. Your eyes were wide and confused. He… he was kissing you. His soft lips moved slowly against yours. His tongue dipped around your bottom lip, testing the waters. Perfectly distracting you from Mingi cleaning your cut with his mouth. Your blood tasted unlike anything he had ever tasted before.

“You taste amazing… fuck.” Mingi mumbled against you while Yunho’s tongue slipped into your mouth as you groaned. Your mind was spinning like crazy, your hand finding place on Yunho biceps, digging your nails in his cold flesh.

“Y…Yuyu..” You tried to speak, finally making both men pull away, leaving you to gasp for air.

“Sorry tiny. Your lips were just too kissable not to.” Yunho chuckled licking his lips of the saliva you left behind on them. Your heart was pounding, feeling such excitement but also a tinge of fear…

“Tha… that was my first kiss..” You felt embarrassed to say so but you felt compelled to tell them. Which made both of them growl. Mingi’s fingers wrapped in your tattered dress hem while Yunho rubbed his hand over his face.

“Fuck. I was your first kiss baby?” Yunho felt so proud of himself.

“Damn Yunho the others aren't gonna be happy when they find out,” Mingi spoke as if you were no longer there.

“Wait why would the others care?” You suddenly felt small, seeing hunger in both their eyes. You had no idea what these men were planning, nor what they all wanted from you. It frightened you. But not as much as it excited you.

-

The bath was filled with bubbles, vanilla scent soap and soft music from a vinyl. You could have stayed in there for hours but when one of the maids came in to help you dress your wound you knew it was time to get out. The nice maid named Minnie had brought you some sleepwear, soft silk sleep shorts and a singlet. You have never felt such soft fabric before always getting hand-me-downs or second/third hand clothing.

“You look cute.” A gentle voice echoed from the door of your room. You hummed, blush burning your cheeks. Turning you see Seonghwa leaning against the door frame, bottom lip between his teeth as he eyed you, not even trying to hide that he was checking you out.

“Thanks…” You played with your fingers, standing there awkwardly as you watched Seonghwa close the door, slowly moving towards you. Like he was stalking you. No doubt Yunho and Mingi had run off bragging what they had done when you were busy bathing. God, if this was going to become a new normal you were going to develop a headache from your head spinning.

“I wanted to check on you.” For every step he took, you took one back, like a little dance until your back was firmly against the wall and his body almost flushed against you. “I heard Min and Yun had some fun with you.”

“I-..Yunho kissed me…Mingi he uh…” You felt so flustered, fanatically looking around the room feeling embarrassed about spilling what you had done even though you knew the two giants would have told everyone by now. He put his fingers on your chin, running his thumb along your bottom lip, pulling on it slightly.

“I was kinda hoping to be the first to taste you. But then again, none of the boys tend to listen.” His eyes were hooded, looking at you with such hunger. He could feel your heart race against the pad of his thumb. He can hear your blood pumping quicker than normal. And your eyes never left his. His face inched closer, and then some. Seeing just how close he could get to you before you’d pull away but you didn’t, not even flinch. “Have you done anything like this before?”

You shook your head no slightly. “Have you ever touched yourself, Bunny?” his question made your face become redder. This was filthy, dirty, something you were supposed to be sworn away. And man did defying god feel intoxicating. You whispered no, making him close his eyes with a sigh for a moment. So innocent, so cute… So his to taint. “Do you want me to touch you, Bunny?”

“Yes…” You whisper… He tucked a piece of damp hair behind your ear making you shiver as his fingers grazed your skin. His cold tips slide along your cheek, down to your neck, before pushing gently on your man artery feeling your hot blood pump under his digits.

“I could drain you dry right now. Or fuck you full? Maybe both? Hmm?” His lips brushed against yours but not enough to seal his lips on yours. No, he wanted you to do it, he needed you to do the first move. So he knows you do in fact want it. And you gave him exactly what he wanted, leaning up to lock your lips to his. His one hand cupped your face to deepen the kiss while his other, snaked down to play with the hem of your shorts. Your legs spread instinctively, giving him access to do whatever he pleases. His wet tongue danced with you making you feel all kinds of filthy.

You had almost gotten a man killed, ran away from home. Most likely been shunned for life from your village and on top of that kissed two men that both happened to be undead creatures you only just met, while another drank from one of your open wounds. If was indeed sins, you might as well be sent down to Lillith herself on a golden platter.

“Come on Bunny, let’s get you comfortable.” He pulled away picking you up by your thighs before walking over to your bed and laying you down on the plump mattress. His lips trail down your cheeks, then your jaw until he stops at your neck for a moment rubbing his nose along your jugular. “God I can smell your blood through your soft skin.” he sighs, drawing his fangs out.

“H-Hwa p-please…” You bucked your hips against his hardening length, spreading your legs further so he could get closer if that was possible. He chuckled, darkly. Fang pressing just hard enough to pierce your skin a little bit so a few drops of blood would spill out. He licked your blood up, trying not to get any on the bed sheets. Your whimpers were music to his ears, and your taste was heavenly. Now he’s wondering how else you taste in other places. “Fuuckk.”

The feeling of his fangs and the was his fingers play with your short made your head cloudy. His hand slipped into your shorts cupping your core making you suddenly aware what was happening. His mouth finally left your neck, kissing down the exposed parts of your chest. He was worshiping every part of your body sending your skin on fire. “Such a pretty bunny. I can feel heat pooling out of you. Do you find my devilish charms that intoxicating bunny?”

You squirmed, needed more. His index finger slide along your slit making your mouth open into an ‘o’ shape. Your eyes shut tightly, finally feeling some kind of relief that you were searching for. The pleasure was new, and strange, making you feel like you were in a whole another world. Seonghwa kept whispering sweet nothings to you as he slowly pushes a finger inside your drenched cunt. It was steady at first until he found a rhythm, inching yet another finger inside making your brows knot together. His name fell from your lips on repeat like some kind of broken vinyl, he knew he could get you close to your high without much effort given you have never felt such a feeling before. And with only a few more moments you were clenching around his digits, coming underdone while he stared at you intensely, watching every one of your features move and contort in the pure ecstasy he was gifting you. “Did that feel good baby? I can make you feel even better, all you got to do is say yes.”

“Yes, please Seonghwa. Please. Make me feel like that again. I wanna feel good.” You don’t know why your mouth started spilling such filth but you couldn’t care, not when you were so close to feeling a pleasure you have only wondered about in those lewd novels Miss Smith had down the path. She had let you borrow one and it had changed your life forever. Seonghwa got to work, pulling your shirt off above your head and tugging down the rest until it slipped off your ankles in one swoop of his wrists. You were completely bare for him. He could see all the sun-kissed spots. All the scars, and beauty marks. He could see the bruises of a handprint on your collarbone and other smaller ones littering your legs and arms.

Pathetic human. Digusting pig.

Fuck, does he wish that Yeosang and Hongjoong hadn’t kept him alive now. But then again giving him a swift death would have been too merciful. No, Seonghwa would want to keep Lucas in a cell, locked away for weeks. No food, barely any water. Watching him starve. Watch him beg for death. But Seonghwa would never give it to him. Lucas would welter away in the dungeon, cold, scared, and alone. Just as you felt when you were being chased by him. Just as you felt when he had put his hands on you. Seonghwa would make him pay.

“H-Hwa…” You sat on your elbows having seen the vampire's mind wander. Was he okay? Was he second-guessing his actions? Seonghwa was quick to disregard any of your fears as he shed himself off his shirt, before sliding off the bed to pull his pants down. They dropped to the floor with an audible ‘oof’. You didn't mean for your eyes to immediately gaze down at his fully grown erection but its angry red tip had caught your attention. Seonghwa didn’t mind one bit though, he admired your body in the meantime, letting you get a good look at him while he did the same to you. “That can’t fit inside me….”

Seonghwa laughed, physically laughed at your abrupt statement. “Oh don’t worry. It will.”  he yanked one of your legs making you gasp. He stood tall at the end of your bed, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. He rubbed the tip of his cock along your slit, gathering up some of your cum to use as lubricant. The whole time his eyes never left yours. He wanted to see the pleasure pooling in your eyes when he entered you inch by inch. And as you bit your bottom lip, you tried your damned hardest to keep your gaze open. “That’s it, baby. Breath…”

The stretch was painful, to say the least. Even though Seonghwa had used his fingers on you, it still wasn’t enough to fully prep you for his girth. He rubbed circles in your hips, trying to settle the pain as much as he could, noticing your fingers had entangled in the silk sheets, with your knuckles turning lightly white.

“Ffuckk, hngmm Seong.” you mumbled, finally feeling him enter you fully, his groin flush against you. He stayed still for a moment, letting you catch your breath but man was it hard. The way you clamped around him, sucked him in for more. It made him want nothing more than to pound the living shit out of you. But patience. He needed patience. And luckily out of all the boys, he owned the most patience.

“Can I move Darling?” His words were a stutter, laying with groans and sighs. You nodded your head before responding with a quick and quiet ‘please’ letting him draw his cock until only the tip was inside you then smashing back in, knocking the wind out of you. You could no longer hold yourself up, falling onto your back. Seonghwa watched as your breasts bounced in time with his thrusts and how your thighs were clamped snugly around him. You felt amazing, looked eternal. And you were finally his.

He dreamed about what your cunt might feel like wrapped around his cock. Or how might your blood taste when you are in the middle of being fucked. Firty thoughts had always seemed to riddle his mind whenever he saw you and now he could finally get the answers. But one thing is for sure. He has no idea how he is possibly going to share you with the others. When he is going to be craving you permanently.

-♥︎

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[huskersbooze]

Sick

Alastor x Reader

Summary : You get sick and Alastor keeps you company <3

Warnings : Swearing(lots of it)

Pairings : Alastor x F!Reader (M!Reader here)

Additional Tags : ALASTOR POV CUZ YES. Sick reader, implied relationship, h/c, fluff, comfort

Word count : 1.01k

“Hey, you alright, kid?” Husk tilts his head to the side, wiping down the last glass of the day.

You don’t respond. Instead, you’re staring off into the distance, dozing off in your own world.

“Kid?”

“Huh? What?” You finally snap out of your thoughts.

“Geez, ya’ look like hell.” Husk acknowledges. “Are you sick?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “I don’t think so?”

“Go rest. I’ll work alone today.”

“What? No! I’m fine I swear-” Before you’re able to finish your sentence, Husk flips you off.

“Bullshit. Go find your radio boyfriend.”

“Don’t bullshit me-”

You try arguing but Husk only smirks when he catches a glimpse of Alastor who’s appeared right behind you.

“Well, I just did.” He says. “Now stop being so stubborn.”

“I’m not being stubborn I-” 

You feel a hand being put to your forehead and try to fight back, only to realise it was Alastor.

“High fever.” He lets go. “You’re being stubborn.”

“Oh, fuck you, Al.”

“We’ll fuck when you’re better, darling.”

You blush. Alastor grins. Husk tries to hold in a laugh but ultimately fails.

“You’re sick and you need rest, my dear. Come along.”

“I’m fine-”

Alastor can only sigh, picking you up as you yelp.

“This is completely, and utterly, your fault single-handedly.” He smiled as you pouted. “You're very much welcome, darling.”

“Whatever.”

-----

You managed to escape Alastor as he leaves to mess with Vox. (Ep2 lmao)

Upon returning to the bar, Husk was not pleased to see your ass out of bed, emphasising on how important sleep was to someone sick.

You couldn’t care less.

Though, after wiping down a few more bottles with him, your eyes doze off and your eyelids feel droopy.

“Kid?”

The world spins and fades away.

“Fuck! Kid, ya’ alright?! Alastor!”

-----

[Alastor’s pov]

I heard a little groan as my eyes widened.

"Darling." I whispered, hoping not to startle her.

"Al..?" She breathed out.

"Good morning." I joked, though so grateful she was now awake.

"Wha.. What time is it?" She asked, struggling to get up.

"Be careful." I ushered, helping her sit. "I'm not so sure myself. It's very late at night."

"Where am I?" She asked, finally waking up as she stopped slurring through her words. 

"My room. ‘I’m not sick’ my arse." I replied.

"Oh. Well, I guess you and Husk were right. I just thought I was a little sick." She murmured. 

"You are sick." I replied. "Just worse than you expected."

"Real humorous, Al." She gave a small, yet weak, giggle.

Silence filled the air between us, and we didn't say anything else after that. That was, until she gave a small sneeze. I could tell she tried to suppress it, but seeing it was late at night and so quiet, it was hard not to notice.

"Are you cold?" I asked. I could barely make out the silhouette of her nodding lightly. Without hesitating, I took off my coat and handed it over to her. "Better?"

"A lot. Thanks, Al." She replied. After another few seconds of silence, she spoke up once more. "Why aren’t you asleep?"

"You do remember your dear partner does not need, nor does he enjoy, sleep?"

"Excuse, excuses." She joked, earning a chuckle from me.

"I can't really sleep now." She suddenly says out of nowhere. One thing I really like about this girl, she says the most random things in the most random situations. "Could we do something else?"

"Are you trying to get me killed?" I laughed. "You need to rest."

"I'm aware. That's the initial plan, anyways." She joked. At least, I hoped she was joking.

"You sneaky little deer."

"Yes. That's me. Hello." She replied, sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed as she proceeded to look at me in the dark room. “Besides, it’s not like anyone here at the Hotel is actually powerful enough to kill you.”

"Very well, then. What do you have in mind?"

“Some jazz and cuddles would be nice.”

-----

She chokes on another cough.

"Are you sure you're alright? You should really rest in such vulnerable state."

"I'm," Another cough. "Fine. I swear."

"If you insist."

After a while, I turned to face her, worried she wasn't enjoying herself anymore, only to find her sound asleep, clinging lightly to my shirt. See? I told you were sleepy. You just refused to listen to me. I stopped and watched the girl, moving little by little, afraid of waking her up.

She looked so peaceful. Though, it wouldn't be the first time I find her sleeping in my presence. I tugged a small strand of hair behind her ear as she shifted a little. I immediately paused. Shit, had I woken her? Though she soon returned to her slumber and she curled up into a ball in front of me.

I suppose this would suffice.

"Goodnight, darling." I whispered softly, laying next to her in the bed. "See you in the morning."

-----

[2nd person]

You awoke early in the morning, feeling well rested. Your bed was awfully more comfortable than you had remembered. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, finally opening them for the first time, only to find that you weren't in your own room. It took you a while to let things simmer in.

That's when you heard snoring next to you.

You turned to find the Radio Demon cuddled into a ball next to you in bed sleeping oh so soundly. The poor man probably hadn't had sleep in days. Before you could process what was happening, you checked the time and realized you had to be back at the bar for work in 5 minutes. Not wanting to wake Alastor up, you left him a quick note to thank him and left.

----

The whole day passed and you never caught sight of Alastor. After closing the bar, you headed to Alastor’s room,hoping to find him there.

You stop at his door and break out a tiny laugh.

On the door, a rushed sign saying — Sick. Keep out.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #alastor #hazbin hotel season 1 #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel 2024 #hazbinhotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor the radio demon #alastor hazbin #alastor x reader #alastor altruist #alastor fluff #alastor x you #alastor headcanons #alastor hartfelt #alastor hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel husk #husk hazbin hotel #husker #husk #alastor x y/n #sick reader #alastorpov

[costelloschoice]

Jealously, Jealously

-Mizu x fem! reader

-angsty, fluff at the end

-reblogs and comments are appreciated :]

She couldn’t stand the sound of his laughter with yours.

Was he really that funny? It doesn’t seem like it to her...What was he doing that was so funny anyways? Pathetic jokes? Purposefully bad techniques? He sees the way you looked at Mizu with such adoration and love, maybe he was trying to feel that to fill the void of missing Akemi.

Mizu kept you close, but Taigen closer. She didn't trust him one bit. Of course, she loved to see you happy. Mizu doesn't mind you joking around with Ringo. Maybe it was the past issues with the other samurai that was making her feel this way.

Mizu sighed, viewing the next city they have to travel to from a hill top distance. The winter air was harsh, yet she didn't mind. She knew she was being distant from you, but she couldn't help it. The blue eyed girl shut herself out time to time, making it hard to communicate with you. She was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard snow crunching behind her. It was you.

"Mizu, are you okay? You've been distant lately..." You asked. She only nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine..." This only made you frown.

"You're lying...I can tell.." you huffed. This only made her more agitated with you. Mizu loves you, yes...but this all-knowing attitude is one she can't stand. The samurai rolled her eyes, snapping at you, "I said I'm fucking fine...Why don't you go flirt with Taigen some more, hm?" she snapped, making you go wide eyed before she stormed away.

As she stormed into the nearby forest, she instantly regretted what she said to you. She cursed herself for even raising her voice at you, something she swore to never do. God, Mizu felt pathetic, how could she just you leave you like this? You were her love, her pearl...And all of this animosity over Taigen? God, how could she be so stupid? Eiji would be so disappointed from how childish she was acting.

But stuck her on pride, she didn't apologize right away. She wanted to cool down before speaking to you.

It was dark by the time she decided to come find you. Ringo sat by the fire, trying to wash the dishes from dinner. "Hey Ringo...Do you know where-" she started but soon cut off.

"You were very rude...She doesn't wish to speak with you," he said firmly, a frown on his face. Mizu sighed, if Ringo was mad at her...She knows she was wrong. "Please...I want to apologize. I was out of line for what I said. Please understand..."

He sighed, shaking his head. Mizu was his master after all and should help her mend things with you. "She's in her tent..." Ringo said before continuing to wash the dishes. Mizu thanked him and went to your tent.

Mizu heard sniffling as she saw you laying on the floor of the tent, "Ringo, I told you I don't need anything" you sighed, sitting up. Once you do, your faced with your girlfriend.

"My pearl...Please, I'm so sorry for what I said and how I acted," Mizu started off, coming into the tent. You scoffed and folded your arms across your chest, almost like you were in defense mode. "I know I said hurtful things. I regret saying them to you. I-I was so upset from the attention you're getting from Taigen-"

"He's my friend! Why is that so bad?!"

"I get that but Taigen is not trustworthy! He constantly tries to flirt with you and threatens to kill me in a duel!"

"No he isn't, we're just friends!...Are you jealous?"

"Yes! Yes I am!" Mizu shouted, feeling angry at the outcome of this talk. You look at her with a confused look on your face. She was jealous?

"Mizu...Talk to me...Why don't you like Taigen. The real reason.." You said softly, taking her hands into yours. She sighed, breathe shaky. Mizu hated one thing and that was opening up and letting someone in, letting someone see the real her. Mizu looked into your eyes before starting.

"When I was a child, you know I was bullied by the neighborhood kids? Yeah, Taigen was their ringleader. He made sure to make my life hell when I was living on the streets. Like a dog that ate scraps in the alleyway...A part of me is thankful he isn't rude to you at all, but I can't help but still let that hurt child in me make my adult decisions..." Mizu admitted, looking at you with sad puppy dog eyes.

You sighed, "Mizu..I didn't know. I wish you would tell me. I need to know these things to understand," you said softly, a hand caressing Mizu's cheek. "I know...but it's hard," she mumbled feeling terrible.

"I know, but I'm your girlfriend now...You have to open up and tell me these things," You chuckled, moving to hug her. Mizu immediately accepted the hug, wanting to feel secure in your arms. "My love, I'll talk to talk Taigen... I don't want to continue hurting your feelings. Thank you for opening up.."

"Thank you for listening to me...I'm sorry I swore and raised my voice at you," Mizu mumbled, curling up in your lap. "Oh I'm still upset you swore at me...but some kisses will help," You giggled, making Mizu attack you with kisses all over your face.

#bes #bes mizu #mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu #mizu x you #blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai x reader #blue eye samurai x you #wlw

[i-cant-sing]

I think its time i reach down into the depths of hell and bring superbat kid back to the surface

She is a little confused rn because papa Clark told her that Santa is gonna bring her gifts when she's asleep, but just a day ago, daddy Bruce had told her that Santa does not exist.

Right now, she's back at the Wayne Manor because Clark wanted to yell at Bruce for saying Santa isn't real. With her brothers around, she asks them if Santa is real or not.

Jason and Damian said "No" while Tim and Dick said "Yes" simultaneously. You looked back and forth between them as they began arguing.

Dick: Santa is real-

Damian: no, he's not-

Tim: it's called letting Y/n have a normal, healthy childhood.

Jason: what's healthy about a stranger breaking in to your house and watching you sleep and leaving materialistic things before eating your baked goods?

Damain,nodding: yeah, that's not a good figure to look up to. Santa is a bad guy-

And baby reader only hears "Santa is a bad guy who breaks into your house at night when everyone's sleep" part and is now afraid.

Later that night, after Bruce had tucked reader in, he heard something move. He went out to check the boys, thinking that maybe one of them got out of bed, but ti his surprise, they were all asleep with their doors wide open. He then went towards your room, only to stop when he heard a loud crash from downstairs. Everyone was awake now, and they all rushed downstairs to the living room, where you stayed afloat in the air with a baseball bat in your hand, as you swung and hit the stomach of-

Santa?

What the hell?

"Y/n!" Bruce called, startling you as you instantly floated towards him, hugging him as you said "I beat Santa! I beat Santa!"

The Santa, who was now being picked up by Dick and Jason, turned out to be actually Clark in disguise.

"What are you doing here Clar-"

"HO! HO! HO! SANTA JUST CAME TO DROP PRESENTS FOR YOUNG Y/N!" Clark exclaimed, cutting Bruce off.

You glared at the man in red suit, still not recognising your dear papa. "I don't want any presents from the bad man! You- you broke into our house without- ringing the bell!" You tried to float towards Santa to beat him again, but Bruce caught you and held you firmly against his chest. "I won't let you hurt daddy or my brothers or Alfie!"

It's like a lightswitch went off in the boys head and they all finally understood what you meant.

Bruce titled your chin towards him. "Y/n, sweetie, as nice it is for you to beat up Santa to protect me and your brothers and Alfred, and I'm very proud that you took my "stranger danger" lessons well, you must understand that you will never fight someone without getting my permission first. Its too dangerous, I don't want you to get hurt, princess." Your brothers agreed. "Do you understand, Y/n?"

You nodded, playing with your hands.

"Good. Now, let's go back to bed-" Bruce was interrupted by Clark clearing his throat loudly.

Ugh. Bruce rolled his eyes. "And Y/n, Santa is not a bad guy. He just wanted to leave us some presents. Small, cheap ones, unlike mine but hey, what can you do?" Clark glared at him whole your brothers snickered. "So, please don't beat up Santa next time, okay?"

"Okay. Sorry, Mr Santa."

"Its okay, Y/n! Ho! Ho-"

"Stop with the theatrics. You interrupted her bedtime. It's time for her to sleep. Try to be more quiet next time, Santa." Bruce growled, clearly unhappy at Clark for making you miss your beauty sleep.

#yandere batfam #yandere batfamily #yandere batman #yandere superman #yandere clark kent #yandere bruce wayne

[atopvisenyashill]

Do you… do you maybe want to share the nedcat sex headcanons?

alsdfj i got you anon

so emotional/timeline wise my headcanons are-

Ned actually knows a lot about sex because he grew up with Brandon and Robert in his ear talking about the women they'd been fucking but he sticks to missionary until after Sansa is born because he doesn't want Cat to think he's a man slut, he canNot get hard if he's thinking about Brandon or anything Brandon ever said to him even a little, and he's also like 75% sure they were just straight up lying to him.

Ned doesn't want to pressure her because he's unsure how long it takes to recover from birth and he's worried she hates him so he awkwardly asks if the birth was hard, how she's feeling, and Catelyn realizes he's asking if she's cleared to fuck and she's just like "yeah I'll come to your room tonight if you want" but Ned is like "no no i'll come to you!!" so the first few years, they're doing all their fucking in her room instead of his.

With the three year gap between Robb and Sansa, I think the first year or so the two of them are barely fucking. There's barely an eye contact because Catelyn still thinks he's mid and he always looks so serious and Ned keeps thinking about Brandon, going soft, and getting embarrassed (i'm an expert on grief and sexual dysfunction bro trust me on this) (i'm being serious here i got a lot of dead family members)

The crying incident happens like a month after the Ashara incident. Ned doesn't skip their Scheduled Sex Day, but the bruise he left takes forever to fade away and they're both really aware of it when they're fucking and he can't like, apologize even though he feels like the biggest asshole and she can't be mad at him because that's not how Proper Wives act, so it's just a lot of no eye contact sex until he's crying into her hair and trying to hide it. Catelyn feels so weird about it because she's like "he's crying over Ashara he hates me he wanted to marry her instead of me and we'll never be happy" but she's also Elder Sister Extreme so his crying makes her start playing with his hair, and then they're sad making out and both crying and he goes soft and they're both laughing at how deeply stupid they're being.

He comes to her room the next night to apologize for being a fucking wreck and then when they're banging - and it's going really well - he suggests she get on top and she's like...I can do that? Hell yes she can and it's real good.

They start fucking more spontaneously, with her dropping hints outside of Scheduled Sex Days that he could drop by if he wants, and Ned awkwardly asking if he can come by on other days, but before they really find a groove she's pregnant with Sansa and he's like "if we fuck it'll hurt the baby" but he notices Cat is clearly feeling some type of way about the fact that they stopped having sex and this is when Ned goes down on her for the first time.

Literally the moment she's cleared they start having sex again. I love that scene in the show where Ros says he rang all the bells in Winter's Town for a week after Sansa was born, because I just love the idea that Cat is feeling slightly bummed that this one came out with red hair and a girl at that (she wants a daughter eventually but what she wants is a son that looks like Ned) but Ned is so jazzed about being here for this birth and getting to hold Sansa when she's still a newborn and the birth was easy so they're both healthy, and keeps stopping random servants to be like "look at my baby i made this!!" that Cat just completely falls in love and is dropping hints about him visiting her rooms whenever he wants and Ned loves affection so. It's so good none of the kids are old enough to be scarred by how often their parents fuck yet.

Sometime after Arya is born and he's back from the Greyjoy Rebellion, they start getting super adventurous. He's going down on her in the godswood. She's going down on him in the middle of the day in his solar. One time she wears an old dress that's a lil too tight across the chest and he mumbles about visiting her later and she's just like you know what fuck it and they do it in a random room. He feels her up one time in the Sept but she's like i canNot do this with the Seven watching so he drags her to his room and it's not even lunchtime. They get ass over tits drunk at an Umber wedding and bang (really quickly and not very quietly) in a random hallway. Robb sees like the corner of Ned's ass one (1) time when they're fucking in the godswood and they calm down a little bit because Robb spends the rest of the month sullenly glaring at Ned while Jon is clearly trying to become one with whatever floor he's standing on because Robb obviously squealed immediately.

They start fucking in his room before Bran is born and she starts sleeping in there sometimes when they get tired out lmao. As they age, they gotta limber up a lil bit but that just means Ned has has an excuse to "massage" her aka feel her up. She will do that thing where she'll lightly massage his shoulders in public but it always gets him a lil rowdy (in an affectionate, loving way) and it makes Theon cackle and it makes Robb want to die and Jory is always saying he hopes he's happy like that with his wife while Robb is begging him to shut the fuck up.

Ned would never grab her ass in public but he definitely checks her out with zero shame in front of the gods and everyone because the pregnancies gave her a huge ass and sometimes Arya will narrow her eyes at him because she doesn't know what the fuck he's staring at but she knows it's inappropriate and then Ned feels guilty for being horny in front of his kids.

specific "what are they doing in bed" stuff-

most of the weird shit they get into is curiosity. neither of them is ever trying to be sexy (he doesn't want to pressure her, proper ladies don't enjoy they endure, etc) but she is naturally curious and they find each other so completely sexy that they just want to try everything to see how it feels.

they get into orgasm denial (for her). starts out as just like, they're unsure of what to do, he's fairly certain Robert was making up all that stuff about his girls screaming in ecstasy but once they find a groove, Ned finds he really enjoys like, methodically edging her until she's tearing her own hair out and then getting really rough, and it becomes a game to see how close he can get her without pushing her over, how long she can stay on the edge without going over, and then snowballs into how long they can fuck ~just for him~ until she's like, inconsolable. this is mostly because ~proper ladies don't ask for it~ right so Catelyn is always framing her own sexual desire as I'm Sure You Have Needs My Lord so Ned becomes determined to make her admit that she really wants him.

He goes down on her literally all the time. Man dreams about eating the pussy every night.

obviously Ned has a canon breeding kink a mile wide but that's because when they're fucking Catelyn is talking to him about making another son. she picked that up from a Manderly wedding they went to. she doesn't go down on him as often because he's like no it goes Inside You Cat and it's the most hilarious, most sexy thing he gets huffy about.

they do reverse cowgirl all the time specifically so he can watch her hair bounce all around. she really loves when she's in his lap and they're just kinda grinding and making out and he's playing with her hair because she really likes the feeling of her chest against his.

they go hard he has bruised her hips a lot but it's okay because she scratches the fuck out of his back. they're both really apologetic the first time it happens except as it turns out not only does Cat get a thrill out of pressing down on the bruises during the day, Ned likes looking at the scratches so they start doing it on purpose. he's really careful to never bruise her arms however (he did one time kind of accidentally because he was holding her wrists above her head and she was weird and moody all week until he realized he'd triggered The Bad Memory) but he will leave fingerprint bruises all over her thighs and chest. She'll scratch up his chest enough to draw blood and he'll be fingering the scrape and Luwin is like why do you two do this to me. make sure she washes her hands before at least so it doesn't get inflamed seven hells.

She catches Theon doing anal with a servant and gets curious and brings it to Ned and she likes how it's just a little painful and overwhelming. Ned never finishes inside her ass though he thinks it's really weird, so he finishes on her belly usually which he feels is a waste until she started scooping it up and licking it off her fingers again, mostly out of curiosity than anything, and he uh, really likes that.

He still refuses to come in her mouth though lmao.

#nedcat #asks #anons #ned stark #catelyn stark

[honeyshiddendesire]

PAIRING: Red Leg Zeff x Female Reader x Monkey D. Garp

SUMMARY: You work at the Baratie and can't get enough of the icing that Chef Zeff makes but what happens when he catches you liking it a bit too much…or the one were Garp and Zeff tag team you 🤭

WARNINGS: HEAVY INCEST PLAY (no real relation)!! Use of DAD, FATHER & UNCLE!!! but once again not actually related! Just two old men being super perverts!! Double penetration (vaginal & anal)! Pet names like KIDDO, SWEETHEART, LITTLE GIRL (reader is mid 20s), KID, PRINCESS, DAUGHTER! Super icky shit!!! Reader is around her 20s working at Baratie! Reader doesn't get she's kinda flirty! FOOD PLAY! Sloppy pussy/ass eating 🤷‍♀️, DIRTY TALK, praise & degradation, dick sucking, double penetration full nelson, rough sex, slapping, spanking, hair pulling

LAST WARNING ⚠️ THIS STORY IS NASTY LOL DON'T COME FOR ME BEING LIKE EWWEEE THIS IS GROSS CAUSE YES…YES I KNOW. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

WORD COUNT: 6K plus

*Reposting this! I added to my old/deleted account but now its back. Alot was italicized and bold but that's 6k words I'll have to fix and I'm not about that life lol so enjoy 💖*

“Ohh~ my god~!” A moan deep within your chest erupted as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Head falling with a dramatic sigh, shoulders dropping in pure ecstasy. “Nnn~ Zefff~ y-you’re amazing~!” A pleased whimper leaving before a drawn out moan of the man’s name left your pretty little throat that still bared itself to him. He wanted to lick up your neck and mark it all over.

“So goood~ Dad~!” You whined out as your brows furrowed, the sweet taste overwhelming your senses and brain. Tongue darting out to lick at the white substance that threatened to drip down your chin. The man watching your every expression with focused eyes. “Zeff~ I want more? Please?” You beg as your eyes finally focus on the older man before you dreamily.

His face beat red for some unknown reason you couldn’t figure out. Chest rising and falling quickly as he looked at you. Arms crossed over that round chest of his making your eyes wander down. You couldn’t help but think of how soft it would feel against you before going back to look at him. Your tongue coming out to lick the spoon he gave you completely clean, eyes looking into his. Swirling your tongue around the spoon for one last time with a light moan as you looked at him deeply. Smiling as you hand the spoon back to him.

Zeff was flustered to say the least, jaw clenched and a deep frown set in his face. Arms crossed gripping tightly as he grinded his teeth, eyes looking at your shiny mouth. Heavy breaths leaving him as your drooling tongue lapped away at the white almost translucent icing. Looking like semen with how lewdly you moaned and sucked on the spoon. Totally unaware of the twitch in the grown man’s cock that you’ve stir to life.

You were only in your mid twenties, around Sanji’s age, the man he considered a son. You were just another kid. Hell you’d both make a good couple together if he was being honest.

Except!

Zeff couldn’t stop thinking of pouring that icing on his cock and making you lick it the same way you did the spoon. Wanting to see if you'd choke with icing and cum smearing those cute cheeks he wanted to smush in his large palm. Forcing you to look at him as he shoves his sticky cock deep in your little cunnie. Needing to pull those same whines and whimpers like you did licking a stupid fucking spoon. Oh how he wanted to split your cunt apart.

Bouncing on your feet with a big smile that has his brow twitching, “Zeff please?” You ask again, wiggling the wooden spoon to him in hopes he would give you more.

He looked at your glistening lips with hunger, they had to be so sticky from the icing he made you taste. You stepped closer with puppy eyes as you held the spoon higher.

“Dad~” You beg him with the name you tease him with as you get closer in his personal space, something you usually did without realizing. Not that he would ever stop you. A name you call him that makes his heart race and cock leak shamefully so.

“Just one more spoon.” He tells you sternly, making you squeal as you close the distance to hug him. Arms wrapping around his soft midsection as you squeezed him tightly, a hum leaving you. “Don’t spoil your dinner.” Zeff tells you as he pats your head making you smile up at him. Hand rubbing your soft waves that smelled of cinnamon and sugar, snickerdoodles, he thought to himself.

“Thanks dad always worrying about me.” You giggle playfully before turning around to scoop some icing out of the bowl.

Moaning as you wiggled your hips side to side happily. Ruffles on your sprinkle patterned skirt exaggerated the movement of your ass shaking as you licked the spoon with a hum. Bending over to put your elbows on the counter gave him a glimpse of your soft looking thighs he wanted to bruise.

Picturing the way you’d squeal as he pried them open, shoving your panties to the side. Your shocked whimper as his thick cock slaps against your cunt before forcing its way inside. But he wouldn’t be able to stop stuffing your tight pussy no matter your protests, needing to feel your cunt filled. Fucking you on the counter with his hands squeezing your thighs till he left marks.

Or keeping you how you are now by just pressing a heavy hand to your head. Smushing your cheeks against the counter as he pushed your panties down and skirt up. Slapping your cunt if you squeal in complaint but he knows you're his good baker. His sweet little girl, always listening and following orders without complaining.

He knows if he slammed his fat cock in your tight wet cunt you’d accept and take whatever he gave. Even if he spanks or fucks your throat, pulling on your ponytail while he rams his cock in. Anything. You’d take it all.

“Zeff. Marine’s are here. Well…one marine?” An employee explained, making him grunt in annoyance now that he had to turn away from your bent over form.

“Tell everyone to go home.” Zeff waves off the guy who just nods, you’re completely oblivious to the whole ordeal.

Shaking your hips to a tune in your head, you never realized how much time had passed or the fact you grabbed wayyyy more than a spoonful. “Hmmhmmhmm~” you sing away as you dig in the bowl again.

Just outside the kitchen Zeff raises a brow at the famous marine, “What’s a marine like you doing here?” He says with a serious voice before both men smile and take a seat together.

“What can I say, Zeff, even Marines can appreciate a good steak.” Giving a roaring laugh that Zeff joined in on casually.

Then as Zeff went to stand and grab drinks he was interrupted by your sweet sounds. Not realizing just how much they echo in his restaurant. The discovery making his heart race with excitement realizing just how loud your voice would travel as he takes you.

“Uh Zeff~” You moan his name still in disbelief that he’s managed to make such a perfect flavor. Texture so smooth yet sticky but somehow still managed to remain light where you can’t help but crave more. Knees nearly buckling so you’re left dropping to your chest on the counter, ass even higher.

On your tippy toes even in your heels, eyes rolled back as you pictured the naughtiest things. Everyone thought little you was so sweet and chipper. Dressed like a cute princess everyday even ignoring Zeff’s protests and still managing in heels. Skirts and dresses with the cutest prints all the while thinking of eating the desserts you make off of Zeff.

Pouring this icing all over his cock, which you bet was perfect enough to stuff you like a cannoli. Thighs pressing together at the thought of him pouring icing on your pussy and licking you clean. His skilled tongue, able to taste every flavor of your essence, pin point every note. The thought left you drooling even more.

“Mmm~it tastes so good.” You whimpered as you let your head lay on the counter on its side. Spoon forgotten in your hand as you needed to calm yourself down. Always getting turned on while eating sweet treats thinking of eating them off the big man, but that was your little secret no one needed to know.

“Just when I thought we became friends, you go and hide a tight thing like that?” Garp whistles as Zeff and him peek in the window on the kitchen door. Your bent over form showing the underside of your ass now making the two old men lick their lips.

“The kid’s a looker that’s for sure…but I don’t know. She’s Sanji’s age I could be her dad.” Zeff grumbled, making Garp laugh deeply.

“Sounds even better. Come on Zeff old man, don’t you want to hear her moan like that around your cock instead of that spoon?” Zeff looked you up and down slowly, picturing your legs on his shoulders, heels scratching him. Your neck thrown back as Garp stretched it out, the bulge in your throat would be clear for the both of them.

Smirking, he looked at Garp who only laughed as he slapped a hand on Zeff’s shoulder. “Haha! That’s the spirit.”

Opening the door the two men entered and that’s when the sweet torture began.

Your ass bent so far that the underside of your cheeks were peeking out. Swinging your hips again you helped the two old men’s gaze. Swaying them side to side in short swings that made your skirt swish around for them to catch a glimpse of your very sheer panties.

Such sheer fabric that they saw every detail of your pretty pussy. The panties were for looks not for coverage as they did everything but cover your intimate areas. Fabric so delicate they could shred it in barely a second. Mouths watering at the sight of you pressing your thighs together with another moan of Zeff’s name. The thigh high socks you wore making their jaws clench.

Your greedy hands having put the spoon in your mouth again, too addicted to the sugary treat to contain yourself longer than a minute. “Ugh~ dad! How do you do it?” You whimpered as your eyes rolled back in a lustful imagination.

What you’d do to lick this icing off of him. Watching that stern expression try to remain calm as you lick his sticky cock.

You wondered what it looked like. Was it thick and short, just all girth to stretch you or was he a big man both length and width? Or maybe none of those and super thin with an average size which is fine as long as he’ll let you sit in his lap.

Oh how you wanted him to just bounce you on his thigh as he calls you his nasty kiddo for wanting such things from an older man. But he’d be even ickier for making your cunt so messy in the first place.

Always being so nice and strong, such a gentleman and chivalrous who could resist. You bet he was wild in bed though. Gentleman act out the window as he forces you on his cock. The image of Zeff’s soft body squeezing you down into the mattress, practically sitting on your thighs in a mating press to remind you who’s always in charge.

Chef Zeff.

The greatest, rival only to his protege, Sanji. A man who would do anything to get in your panties but you were too busy trying to get in his daddy’s to care.

“You doing alright there kiddo.” Zeff’s voice rings out to you, making you gasp.

“Looks like the kid had a sugar crash.” Another man’s deep laugh boomed, making you stand up straight and spin around. Being the airhead you managed to drop the spoon on the floor, accidentally kicking it under the counter.

“Whoopsie! S-sorry chef!

“Now you’re making a mess in my kitchen too little girl?” His choice in name had your face flush and a small smile pole at your cheeks. Taking a quick glance at him you mumbled a quiet, “Sorry dad.” You mumbled your usual title when either you mess up, wanna tease him or he’s being extra stern with you.

A joke you never realized stirred his cock to life. Garp even noticed considering the name was making him lick his lips. Looking at Zeff with a wide grin as he leans down to whisper something you miss.

“Dad aye? Think this kiddo can even handle a couple of dirty old dogs like us?” He asked in a chuckle now taking in your innocent act.

Both watched as you turned back around and went to your knees, chest going allll the way down to the floor. Checking for the spoon you reached your hand under but clicked your teeth as you couldn’t reach. Bending down more, arching your chest further into the floor till your cheek pressed into the tile.

“Dang it.” You mumbled to yourself quietly wiggling your fingers.

“Shit.” Garp grunted teeth grinding together as your skirt full on flipped over, unawares to you and the ruffle malfunction. Pussy lips on full display from the sheer panties that were barely panties.

“Dammit Kid!” Zeff snaps as he removes his hat, hand rubbing over his face in disbelief. Eyes widening as he watches you arch into the most prettiest position. Posed like that he had a clear view of your slutty holes that stared at him perfectly. Whichever one he chooses he knew it would be a tight fit.

Hearing you whine, and literally seeing your pussy clench around nothing as you tried to wiggle your arm for the spoon had the man lose it. Walking over to you he crouched down right behind you, hand going to the base of your spine.

The large palm that placed itself ut there shocked you making you gasp as you looked behind your shoulder. The sight of you looking back at him in this position made him smirk thinking of taking you like this. Wondering how your face would look taking his cock.

“Oh I’m sorry Zeff! Am I in your way?!” You squeal taking your arm out from under the counter, now leaning on your elbows still bent over.

Always so oblivious to the positions you put yourself in at times. Usually it was to Zeff’s dismay when he’d catch a glimpse of your bent over form but today things would change.

“No such thing kiddo.” He reassures before chuckling that deep tone that you loved. Letting his hand slowly travel up your spine following the curve all the way up to the back of your neck. A shiver leaving you as he let it slowly travel back down, a whimper slipping out.

“Dad! That tickles!” You squeal out with a little pout as you wiggle your hips to shake off the feeling. Your ass brushing against his cock making him groan.

“Quite the squirmy one isn’t she?” That other man said making you laugh as you looked back under the cabinet. Stretching your arm out further.

“Can’t help it! He’s always tickling me! He’s silly!” You laugh as you look at the spoon so close but so far. Zeff humming as he rubbed your lower back before a bold fire flared up in the man’s chest. Feeling you brush against his cock was making him ready to pounce.

“Can’t help it sweetheart. I’m a naughty old man, what can I say.” Zeff finally confessed, making you look back at him with a pout. The pose and how your face stared at him made his cock twitch harder.

“Tickling doesn’t make you a naughty old man.” You frown and he smirks at your naïveté, hand going up your spine again until he grabs you by the neck.

“Come here kiddo.” He commands, applying the tiniest bit of pressure to your neck making you sit up. His arm going around to drag you back flush against his chest. Hand going to wrap around your waist tightly.

“You’re right it’s not the tickling that makes me a bad man. It’s the uncontrollable urge of wanting to shove my fat cock in that tight little pussy of yours that makes me a bad man.” His admission practically growled in your ear, making you shiver.

Your eyes widened as you turned your head to the side to glance at him. “Really Da-Chef?” You went to call him dad again, but stopped as you pressed your thighs a bit together not wanting to sound icky. Biting your lip as you played with the ruffle on your skirt.

“Nngh!” You gasp as you felt Zeff’s large hand going on your leg, sliding inwards. Kneading your thighs as he made his way up making you squirm.

“Yes. Now sit still for your father.” Zeff smirks at your shocked expression, submission melting in your eyes as he reassured your icky fantasies. Turning them to reality in a matter of seconds with a simple command.

“Why don’t you be dad’s good girl and help my friend and I out?” Zeff asked as he started to kiss along your shoulder blades. “Mmm~!” You sigh in pleasure as you bare your neck to the side, leaning back into his squishy body.

His lips leaving kisses along your neck as his hand still groped at your thighs. “Dad~” Voice a spoiled whine as you slowly open your legs for him to further his descent to your wetness.

“Obedient little thing ain’t she.” You heard the other man say accompanied by the sound of rustling clothes. The sound of a zipper making your breath hitch. “Oi! Bring the lass to me ya greedy bastard.”

“Who are you calling a greedy bastard? This baby is mine I’m just sharin’ with you.” Zeff grumbled against your neck, sucking a spot for later.

“Well ~ share her then.” Garp said with excitement as he rubbed his hands together. Going over to the kitchen table and pulling out a chair to sit in with a small grunt.

Zeff grumbled as he nipped the skin of your neck but had to agree it was definitely dessert time. Taking his arms to slip them under your spread thighs he lifted you up with a grunt.

“D-dad!” You squealed in total shock at his strength still with a peg leg, your arms going behind you to grab his shoulders.

“Getting old I see.” Garp laughs at his friend's exact reaction to his aching bones. But that wouldn’t stop the horny old dogs, not even for a second.

“Shut up! Don’t act like I didn’t hear you just a second ago!” Zeff snapped back with a laugh as he sat in the chair Garp pulled out for him.

Keeping you in his lap as he sat in front of the other man. Your legs were going to close as you sat in front of the new man but Zeff only clicked his teeth in disapproval.

“Easy princess. Open up those pretty legs of yours if you know what’s good for you.” Zeff tells you with a kiss to the side of your head making you whimper.

“Name’s Monkey D. Garp, vice admiral.” Garp winked at you as he spread his muscular legs leaning back in his chair as he propped an arm up on the table.

He was just as handsome as Zeff, white hair on his head and happy trail that was peaking out of his opened pants. Swallowing at the sight of his strong body from his unbuttoned shirt.

“Careful looking at me like that little girl.” Garp smirked at you as he rubbed his large bulge in his pants, mouth watering at the sight. Biting your lip you watched as he released his huge cock from his boxers, tip leaking angrily. A groan left him as the cool air touched the hot flesh in his big palm.

Zeff was kissing along your neck, hands pushing your panties to the side with impatience. “Always teasing your father hmm?” Zeff asks you, making you shake your head. A swap to your open thigh left you gasping in shock at the sting. “Don’t lie to me sweetheart.”

Keeping your legs open he let his hand run over your wet slit, groaning at your dripping folds. Fingers dipping in to catch at the honey that spilled from your lips. Scooping some up to bring his fingers to your lips. “Open wide.” Zeff smirks as he shoves his fingers in your mouth to taste your essence.

“Mmm~nghh ” you whine as he gags you on his fingers. “Moaning like a whore over eating some icing. Have you no shame little girl?” Zeff tells you to make your eyes roll back as you feel fingers touching your pussy again. Glancing down you see Garp’s large fingers circling your slutty hole before dipping inside. Stretching you out on his large fingers had you yelp and push back into Zeff with a whine.

His fingers were so large as he shoved two in your tight wet cunt. Your walls squeezing his fingers that he started to scissor open and spread for his friend. Thumb swiping some of your slick to run at your clit, making your body shiver with pleasure.

“My dirty girl loves having two old men fawning over her. Isn’t that right princess?” Zeff asks as his lips kiss your face and neck, cock pushing into your ass. You nod, turning your head into his loving kisses, feeling so safe and cozy in his strong arms.

“You should grab that icing off the counter and have yourself a snack.”

Garp looks at the man with a wide grin as he removes his fingers from you. “Haha! I like your thinking old man.” Garp laughs as he gets up to grab the bowl, sucking on his fingers that we’re just inside you as he walks with no shame. Big cock bouncing between his legs making you whimper and wiggling back into Zeff. His cock felt thick against your ass too and you couldn’t help but cling onto him more.

Zeff removed his wet fingers from your mouth and brought them down to your ass. Rubbing at your other hole that you’ve never touched makes you whine, “Dad?”

“Shhh princess. Daddy’s just checking to see if this one works too. Gotta make sure you’ll fit my friend here.” He teases you as he lets his wet fingers circle your ass before slowly inserting one inside.

“A-ahh!” You cry out as he slowly stretches out your unused hole. Garp sitting down licking his lips as he watched you being prepped.

Pouring some icing on your pussy made you gasp but it turned to a scream as Garp wasted zero time in dropping to his knees. Big tongue lapping out to lick at your asshole that Zeff stretched up to your clit. Licking every hole completely as he looked at your face. “Shit it does taste good.” Garp moaned at the sugary treat that now decorated your tight folds. Hands coming to spread your pussy open as he shoved his tongue inside. Swirling the muscle to lick your walls before sucking on your clit again.

Zeff’s fingers pick up their pace as the extra stimulation makes you more relaxed. A moan leaving you as he adds a second finger thanks to Garp being a messy eater and licking both holes. His drool dripping down to help the other man unawares of his own mess making. Groans and moans being fed into your pussy as Garp ate you out loudly. Big tongue going from fucking your pussy to sucking on your clit. The mix had you gasping and shaking.

Pouring more onto your clit, he sucked on it roughly as he shoved his thick fingers back inside you. “Ahhh! Dad! Uncle~!” You moan out and Garp’s fingers speed up at your new title for him too.

“God I wanna keep her. Share her with me forever. Fuck! Please.” Garp babbled into your pussy as he licked your hole around his fingers.

Garp was a greedy man despite not admitting it. Tongue and fingers both so impatient he’s fighting with his own self to choose which to do first. Not being able to decide by fingering you or tasting your essence directly.

“U-uncle t-that feels good.” You moan as you arch your back, causing your lower half to push into their fingers in both holes. “AH! Dad please! Cum! C-can I cum dad please! I-I’ll be good.” You plead as you feel heat boiling throughout your body like a tea kettle. Skin growing slightly sticky from a small layer of sweat and the icing on your pussy.

Garp pulled back and pushed your top up exposing your breast that lacked a bra. Pouring a bunch of icing on your tits he went to work cleaning you. Sucking your nipples free of the sweet treat, licking his way across to the next with a moan. Grazing his teeth against the hardened bud making you hiss but arch into him further nonetheless.

“Wanna cum for your dad and uncle?”

Nodding your head rapidly makes the two men chuckle at your impatience, but Garp wasn’t judging; he was rather impatient himself. Finger fucking your cunt faster and rubbing at your clit so he could feel you soak his hands. “Yesyesyes! Please dad! I wanna cum for you.” You beg as you turn your head to look at him.

Zeff catches your lips in a kiss as he fingers your ass faster along with Garp. Moans filling his moan from you as your orgasm washed over. Slutty holes clenching around the fingers that never stopped moving. Wanting to help you ride it out till you were shaking from over sensitivity.

“That’s it baby girl. Doing so good cumming for us.” Garp praised as his eyes watched your cunt soak his fingers. Your holes tighten around their fingers making their cocks twitch with excitement.

“We can’t wait to stretch your little holes out on our big cocks little one.” Zeff says against your lips making you shiver at the intimate closeness and lewdness of his words.

Legs shaking from your orgasm had the men smiling with pride. Garp licking up from your pussy back up to your tits that he started sucked harder. Squirming as his free hand groped and grabbed them harshly, loving the rough feeling of his calloused skin. So rough even when they’re trying to be gentle, ugh it left you literally melting. Legs naturally falling more open to receive whatever they gave you.

Both withdrawing their fingers made you whine at the empty feeling but Zeff only kissed your head. “Hush princess. You’re acting greedy like your uncle, it’s our turn now.” Zeff smirked as you turned to look at him. Drool falling down from your lips as your eyes practically sparkled.

“Sorry dad. What should I do?” You ask not wanting to be reprimanded. Pleasure only in the forefront of your mind as there would be other times to be a brat.

“Spread your legs up here pretty girl.” Garp said, lifting you up onto the kitchen table out of Zeff’s lap. Taking off your panties you leaned forward and put them in Garp’s pocket for his later memory. The action caused the man to laugh but shove them deeper inside nonetheless.

Laying back on the table you spread your legs wide to accommodate his size But to your surprise he went around the table stroking his cock. Grabbing the icing he winked at you as he poured a bit on messily so it would drip on you as well.

Sticky cock tapping at your lips making you whine as you licked them. Sticking your tongue out you let him slide his heavy tip inside. Licking around to suck at the icing and the precum that dripped, “Mmm~ uncle please.” You beg him as your arms reach up to grab his thighs.

Zeff lets out his thick cock to slide it along your juicy cunt. Groaning at your wetness against his heated cock, his precum mixing with your essence. Zeff waited until Garp pushed his cock further in your mouth before he slammed his dick into you.

Wanting you to feel the burn, the stretch of his cock inside you. It was cruel that he wanted it to hurt you a bit before pleasure washed over you like an ocean wave. “Ahh ~mmphm!” You scream around Garp’s long cock that fucked into your throat.

Pulling off of his cock with a scream, “D-dad! It’s too big!” You cried out, mouth drooling with desire. You loved how he didn’t give you time to relax. Your pussy creaming around his cock that forced its way inside lovingly. Taking what he wanted for himself despite your fake pleas.

“S-stop it!” You moaned out as he fucked your weeping cunt roughly. Garp’s hand pushing your shoulders back down onto the table with a grunt. “Don’t think so kid. You stop it.” Garp snaps as Zeff swats at your clit making you whimper.

“Don’t be a brat. Just be a good kiddo and take my cock like you’re supposed to.” Zeff tells you as he runs his thumb down to your wet slit to collect some slick before rubbing it against your clit.

Garp opens your mouth to shove his cock back inside which you willingly received. All of you moaning at the pleasure you’re all getting now, “There you go kid. Look how pretty you look, sucking cock and getting your pussy abused.”

Garp rubbing your cheek as you swallowed around him from the praise. Mouth drooling as your throat accepted his large member, heavy and hot against your tongue.

“Wow princess~ I didn’t think you’d fit my cock in that throat of yours.”

“It looks so great how it puffs out her neck.” Zeff grunted as he pulled out of your cunt only to force his way back inside. Not caring for your whimpers knowing they’ll change shortly considering he was fucking into your sweet spot. Your spongey cunt crying out to accept his fat cock.

Zeff’s strong hands push your legs back so your cunt accepts him deeper. Your hand going up to cup Garp’s balls as you swallowed around his cock. Choking on his dick that bullied your throat recklessly. Moaning as your pussy gets used roughly and deeper.

“Sucking Uncle’s cock like a good little girl. You like getting used like this huh kid?” Garp asked as he let his hands grope your breast roughly.

Thrusting his hips shallowly into your throat or he’d cause some serious harm. Long, thick cock fucking into your wet mouth that wrapped around him. Tongue licking at the base of his cock. “Mmmm~” You moaned around his leaking cock with lust as Zeff forced your pussy open to his liking. Putting his knee up on the table to rest on his solid leg he fucked you harder till you were screaming around Garp’s cock.

Garp slapped your tits before pouring some icing on them to lick you all over. Easing the sting of his slaps with sucking off the icing. Tongue twirling around your sensitive nipples, moaning from the sweet taste.

“Damn kiddo you’re so tight.” Zeff groaned as he rocked into your cunt, table rattling like the ocean from the back and forth thrusting. Garp going in your throat at the same time as Zeff so you couldn’t run away from the pleasures they were giving you.

Your nipples being sucked on roughly with your holes being used made you whine. Whimpers and gargled moans left you uncontrollably. You wondered if you should’ve been embarrassed but you weren’t. The feeling of Zeff’s cock filling you like no other left you shaking and tightening up as you felt yourself going to cum.

“Ease off old man.” Zeff grunted as he felt your pussy clamping down on his cock. Wanting to hear you moan out a bit unfiltered Garp backed out of your throat.

“Well let me join you, I'm almost there.” Garp huffed out but Zeff nodded and pulled out to let the marine manhandle you into a full Nelson. Garp’s wet cock sliding into your ass slowly with Zeff erasing the pain as he slid into your pussy. “Where in the world have you been princess?” Garp groaned out feeling your warmth.

“Fuuuuuck!” You choke out as you feel them moving inside of you with no remorse. Their cocks big enough to hit your sweet spot no problem getting you wet. Fucking your furthest walls making you moan out for them. “Uncle! Uh nngh ooooh! Yes daddy!”

It was incredible how you felt your brain shut off turning to mush as you got manhandled. Your walls tingling with pleasure that you never imagined you would feel. The man you’ve lusted after for awhile was finally balls deep fucking into your cunt it was amazing.

Tight holes swallowing the men inside you. Slick dripping down to land on their heavy balls. “How does my little girl like getting her holes used?” Zeff asked as he rolled his hips into you. Hands gently touching your breasts before pinching your nipples roughly. Twirling the hardened buds before sucking them into his mouth for a taste test.

“I asked you a question, doll.” Zeff stated as his teeth grazed your sensitive nipples. Sucking on them and flicking them with his tongue to tease you. The actions causing you to clench around him feeling all hot as his eyes stared at you.

“I l-love it! Ahh! Feel so full!” You cry out in your folded position. Eyes in your skull with drool dripping to your tits as your cunt and ass got fucked. Holes gaping with their girth, slick and icing layering your skin. “They’re so big!” You squeal as their lengths thrust into you.

Squishing sounds, wet slaps and slurps of Zeff’s mouth filled the kitchen making your ears ring. It sounded like the dirtiest porno and you wanted to watch it over and over. “Thank you dad! So good! More~!”

“Shit Zeff I’m gonna have to visit a lot -Nngh fuck!” Garp moaned as he lifted you onto their cocks, up and down up and down. His veins popping and muscles flexing as he pumped you onto their cocks like a fleshlight.

“Ahh! Mmm! So strong uncle! Oh fuck! D-dad t-thank you~! So full dad it f-feels great! Please dad, plea-ahh! Please can I cum!?” You beg as you feel your tummy burn with a desire that needs to release. Zeff’s cock bulging your tummy a bit while Garp stuffed your ass like no one’s business. The two men groaning at your endless babbling of bliss as you got impaled.

“Oh does somebody need to cum?” Zeff asked, biting your bottom lip before pulling away to slap your breast. “Always being so slutty all the time and you wanna beg me to cum?” Zeff asked as you pathetically whimpered nodding rapidly but he only rolled his eyes.

“I spoil you.” Zeff grunts as he rubs your clit and leans down to kiss you. “Go ahead sweetthing cum on our cocks and we’ll reward you with some more cream.” Zeff’s lewd words wrapped around you like a blanket of erotic pleasure. Music to your ears as your body tensed and pussy fluttered around his cock, ass clenching tightly.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” You rambled as Zeff rubbed your clit quicker, Garp moving you faster than you thought possible. “Fuck I’m right with you kid. Cum with me, sweetheart.”

Nodding your head you gasped as you felt his dick twitch before shooting out ropes of cum. Your tight walls spasming around both cocks made you twitch and moan out as you squirt all over Zeff. His fingers rubbing at your clit as you were screaming, juices splattering all over the chef in front of you and your thighs.

“ZEFF~!” You screamed, body burning on fire from total bliss, “Zeff~dad yes!” You moan as your juices drip onto the floor beautifully for his eyes to admire.

You looked at him dreamily as he twitched inside your pussy, cock fucking sticky strings of cum into your cunt. Riding out their highs Garp grunted as his limbs started to burn. Sitting back against the table Garp watched with fascination as Zeff pulled out of you. Cum glistening his cock, dripping out of your pussy brightly.

Zeff groaned as he pushed his seed back into your puffy folds, “You did well for me Y/N. My perfect helper.” Zeff praised, licking his lips at the way your walls twitched with over stimulation against his fingers.

“To think I only came here for a damn steak.” The marine chuckled as he removed you from his tight hold but kept you connected on his lap. “If you ever want a break from the old chef then you give me a call and I’ll scoop you up for a little adventure.” His voice was followed by kisses to your shoulders, hands rubbing your sticky thighs softly. You smiled lazily as your head went back against his chest.

Zeff fixing his pants before going to get a rag that he wet with warm water. Coming over he gently cleaned you up as you rested against Garp still cock warming him in your ass. The snowy haired marine smirked as he nipped your neck.

A high pitched gasp left you as you felt Garp twitch inside your tender ass. Eyes widening as you looked up at him, “Sorry sweetheart. It’s been a while since I got some good ass guess I’m still pent up.”

“Dirty old man.” Zeff laughed, shaking his head as he walked over to grab more things to clean the floor. Not paying his friend any mind if he desired to use you again knowing you belong to him from here on out.

You felt overstimulated but the thought of him not being able to contain his excitement again has you wiggling your hips. Moaning quietly with shut eyes at the feeling of him starting to stiffen inside of you again. It felt weird but knowing he needed more of you fueled your hips circular rotation.

“Fuck princess~ such a sweet little girl. Uncle’s sweetheart.” Garp breathed out as you tried to fuck yourself back into his large cock but was having a hard time. Garp flipped you on your tummy keeping you both connected as he started to ram into your ass from behind.

“Perfect little ass.” The marine grits out as his palm presses your head into the wood. Whimpers leaving you as he fucked into your ass. You couldn’t contain your screams or yelps as he pulled his hand back to slap your ass. “Little slut taking whatever she’s given.” Garp rambled making you twitch, “Right princess? Like being a little whore for your dad huh? Letting him pass you around to his friends so they can see how perfect you are. Such a perfect slut baby girl.”

Gathering your hair in his hands he fucked you roughly pulling your head back. Ass rippling from his powerful thrusts made you tremble, thankful the table was there. “Dirty girl loving some old cock like the icky kiddo she is~ so fucking good taking my cock like she was meant to.”

Zeff whistles as he takes a look at you, pausing from his cleaning to see your debauched state. “You look beautiful like that princess. All fucked out drooling over yourself as your getting stuffed.” His voice gets closer but your teary eyes blur the vision in front of you making you whine.

Cock fucking your ass harder with spanks inbetween making you moan and scream. Soon your mouth just hung open with deep moans and groans. Your pussy leaking down your thighs further making a mess of you that Zeff just cleaned. “Dad~” You cried out, clenching around Garp’s dick.

“Uncle I-” You tried to call to him but Garp let his leg go up on the table for leverage and a deeper hit that left you silent. Eyes rolling back as his heavy balls slapped into your clit with each powerful thrust. “Like having uncle fuck this ass of yours?”

“Mmhmm~ yes don’t stop uncle! I’m gonna cum again!” You wail as you feel him lean down, pushing into you deeper as he goes next to your ear. “I wanna hear you scream my name. Can you do that for me sweetheart? Wanna cum on my cock like a good girl?” He asked as he nipped your ear making you whine.

Backing up he let his long arm circle around you to rub at your clit. Fingers running over your slick folds and clit with the large size of his palm. His digits getting absolutely soaked as he thrust them into your seed filled pussy. Thrusting only a few times had you cumming with a loud shout.

“Garp~ yes! Right there uncle yes yes yes!” Your voice is a broken whine that has Garp shooting his cum deep inside of you. Thrusting into your ass till he was completely finished, twitching along with you with overstimulation.

It was an overwhelming orgasm that washed over you both. Heavy breaths and pants leaving you as Garp kissed your head. Pulling out of your ass with a grunt as you hissed from the soreness. His hands massaging your back as you were still bent over against the table. You groaned in pleasure as his rough calloused hands kneaded into your body like a dough ball.

You felt like you were on a euphoric cloud and you didn’t want to come down but a hand to your cheek catches your attention. Opening your eyes only to find Zeff there with a warm smile.

“Proud of you kiddo.”

“Thanks dad.” You smile before looking at him with a big smile of your own that same mischievous twinkle in your eye. “Since it’s contaminated for restaurant use, can I lick the bowl clean?” You ask, making the two men laugh loudly before Zeff hands you the bowl with a grin.

“Go right ahead kiddo. My plan already worked so it’s unnecessary now.” Zeff winked with his own smirk of mischievousness that had you gasp in shock.

“You planned this?” Garp asked in shock right along with you as you question as well, “Like this whole thing?”

Zeff shook his head laughing a bit, “Not the whole thing. Just the sleeping with you part. Him tagging along was just an extra treat I guess.”

“Oh…well I’m glad I came in to work today!”

#one piece #borders and dividers by: benkeibear #cw some heavy kinks read the damn warnings!!! #one piece smut #honeys works 🍯 #monkey d garp smut #monkey d garp #vice admiral garp #vice admiral monkey d garp #garp one piece #one piece garp smut #one piece garp #monkey d garp x female reader smut #x female reader #red leg zeff #red leg zeff smut #red leg zeff x female reader smut #one piece red leg zeff #chef zeff one piece #chef zeff x female reader x monkey d garp #dividers by benkeibear

[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day 14

Who is this talking to Ringo? Press? A boy scruff? Someone who wants their project produced by Apple? He tries George too.

Again, I love the "freak-out" as John calls it. They really could've had so much fun together under different circumstances. (Different being neither of them ever dated John) But John's so sweet saying, "Id like it to be part of her new LP. Our new LP."

I wonder what Robert Fraser thought of the beard.

Why are we playing 20 Flight Rock now, Paul? It's just overlayed over a montage to change "scenes", but I wonder what the real context was.

Billy. What a little ray of sunshine honestly.

"So what should we do that's fun? Besides work?" I feel like every day, John has a little adorable quote, and this is today's. Words to live by.

I don't remember if Get Back includes the "Oh Darling" version where John's answering back between lines in conversation with the lyrics. I sincerely hope so. Peter Jackson was probably like "well I can only include so much homosexuality before people have too many questions."

Ringo, you smooth criminal. I love that he just has this trick he learned as a teenager that the Beatles were all impressed by, back when Ringo was the scary gangster with the car and the beard, and he still does it for them like ten years later. It's so endearing.

Another cute John and Yoko moment: "It's just that screaming all the way." "Poor John." "Yes, it's so terrible." She's teasing him and being sweet to him at the same time. Cuties.

George asks Paul where his Rickenbacker is. "Isn't that one much better?" And Paul makes up some shit about the Hoffner being lighter. You nostalgic little bitch. Poor baby.

John's little guilty look at the camera when he's almost just taken something on film. It's cute. He looks like a naughty kid. But it's kind of a cool moment. It shows just how relaxed and natural he is. He's not performing for or worried about the cameras at all. What we're seeing of him today is just him. You know? Idk I think it's nice.

What's with the little pigeon noises in the middle of a recording, guys? They're so weird smh

Poor Glyn. He's just trying to do his job and he has to deal with fucking Leopold and Leob over here. He gives them some instruction. There's a look between the two of them. And then it's all, "Don't interrupt" "Hey son" "Stahhs when" "Hey" "they're recording. We're bloody Stahhs you know." "Look fuckface. Don't comment." "The cheek." The impenetrable wall of Lennon and McCartney, folks.

"Well, we'll have to do it sitting down. Or we get too excited." It's heartbreaking to me how obvious it is that they're still just having the absolute time of their lives together and that, as John put it, "the minutes are crumbling away."

Literally what the hell is with Dennis smacking Paul's ass (as like a 'good job, your band wants to put your song out as the single' I guess) and nobody reacting? Linda would've been like "ope, time to find a new head of Apple films." (Dave Spinoza on RAM, anyone?) He really does look so proud of himself, though. Happy for you, baby.

Oh, right, that's what Robert thinks. Paul looks like his working class fantasy. (DH Lawrence. Victorian Miner.)

And I'm just going to add this, since Peter Jackson REFUSES. Paul: Can't afford to mess around here, you know. Then

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #get back

[daydreamgoddess14]

Support System pt. 9

Roy Kent x Reader - domestic fluff and hints of further spice to come 😍

CH1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 6 | CH 7 | CH 8

MASTERLIST

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You're enjoying the hottest shower you can bear and also not looking forward to going back to your poor water pressure trickle when he taps on the door. 

"Why you knocking?" You laugh over the pounding water. 

"Don't want to catch you doing something you don't want me to know about, " he says with a wink. You turn the shower off and step into the towel he's holding out. "Your phones been going mad, I hope you don't mind but I wanted to check it wasn't Lexie?" 

"Thank you, course I don't." You take the phone and look through the notifications. "Lots from your sister, she's seen the red carpet pictures… shit, the pictures!" You keep scrolling, reaching with your other hand to hold onto his t-shirt. He takes you hand and kisses the palm. "Ah. Here we go." You hold it up to show him. A slew of messages and missed calls from Andy. 

"Fuck. What a knob. Come on, I've made tea. Do you want to read them while I get angry or the other way around?" 

"Ooh we can switch and both get angry."

"Can't do that, you look really hot when you're mad and we haven't got enough time for that."

"Uhh you need talk? Jamie asked me last night if permanent concussion was a thing from all the times you've headbutted him." He holds his hands up, backing out the door. 

"I deny everything." He leaves you to pull on some leggings and one of his Richmond t-shirts (no name on the back). You bounce down the stairs, your heels from the night before discarded at the bottom. Your dress had been left there too but Roy's obviously rescued it and draped it over the back of the sofa. 

"Thank you for saving the dress." You tiptoe to kiss his cheek. 

"It's only down here so I can put it on you again and then take it back off." 

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't think we had time for that this morning?" You tease. You sit up on one of the barstools and he steps between your legs, holding out a piece of toast.

"We don't, but I can look at it and dream." He sneaks a kiss before passing your breakfast and moves to stand behind you. 

"I see what you're doing, feed me, put me in a good mood before I have to read these stupid messages?"

"Is it working?" He kisses your neck. 

"No."

"Yes," a laugh which makes you shiver.

"Fine, yes. OK, what have we got…" You unlock the phone and open Andy’s contact page. "Ready?" He nods into your shoulder.

" Now I see why you said no to getting back together. Starting tame, also he's not wrong. I'll allow it. You look like a slag in that dress. Juicy, god I haven't heard the word slag for years!" Roy growls. " I'm guessing Lexie doesn't know. She will when she wakes up. Hmm. OK. I mean, she likes you so I think we can cope with that situation. I think she'll be OK?"

"She's a fucking great kid, smart as hell. She'll be OK." He assures you. 

"There's more. He must have been pretty drunk by these I think. Bet he can't even fuck you with that dodgy knee. Uhhh, better than anyone. Ever. Ever." You feel his grin against your neck. "Don't get a big head."

"Not my head." He laughs, his beard and warm breath tickling you. 

"Ohhh stop doing that. Moving on. I'm sorry you dint really look like a slut. or slag. Ah, spelling and memory are becoming an issue. Oh god, he's back to sex. No idea why, he has literally zero to brag about. can't believe that wanker gets to fuck you in that dress bitch I wud fuk u better. Wow, that one is a real mess. Its the last one, I'm guessing he passed out after that because that last bit is just wishful thinking on his part."

"Didn't he have Lexie?"

"She went to his mums I think, he was going to the West Ham match."

"Good fucking job, if I find out he's getting wasted while she's with him-" You spin the seat around to face him again,

"You'll do nothing. I'll rip his dick off with my bare hands though." 

"Fuck me, you're hot when you're angry." 

"I should go and get her. I just need to check where from. Are you with Jamie today?"

"Yeah, but I can see him later if you want me to come with you?"

"I'll be OK. How shall we tell her? Do you want to be there?" 

"Your call babe, whatever you think she'd prefer? I'd rather not scare the shit out of her." 

"I'll get her and go back to mine. You could come over when you're done later if you want? If she asks me, I won't lie to her but if she doesn't, then we can tell her together? I'll cook for you for a change." 

"Perfect. Do me a favour?"

"Anything." 

"Wear this when you pick her up." He traces over your heart where it turns out, his name is on the shirt embroidered above the Richmond logo. 

"Baby, I would turn up in a full kit with your name on the back. Knee socks included, and football boots, just to piss him off." He kisses you fiercely, 

"Now you're just talking dirty to me," he mutters. 

"Yep, you love it. Come on, I bet Jamie's dying for gossip and I've got to get going." You text Andy while throwing only the important things in your bag. You're sure you've left a breadcrumb trail of your belongings around the house, but you know Roy won't mind. You head out together, the walk taking you both in the same direction for much of the journey. "Did you need to do anything about the photos?"

"Nah, no point in retracting them now and you look fit so the whole world can see them for all I care."

"Including your mum."

"Including my m-, shit, yeah I'd better call her. And your parents? Are they gonna wonder what the fucks going on?"

"I'll take Lexie round that way on our way home I think. Appease them."

"Nice one. Right, this is the Tartt's palace. See you later. Good luck, don't fucking kill him without me there to watch."

"Hmm I'll try. Don't make Jamie vom, he was trying really hard not to get too drunk last night but I don't think he was very successful."

"Story of his life. Love you." You smile up at him, 

"Love you too." Jamie has the door open before Roy's even hallway through the gate, waving at you. You wave back and carry on up to Andy’s mum's house. She had been largely on your side up to now, annoyed with Andy for breaking up the family and worried that she'd see less of Lexie because of it. You'd reassured her repeatedly, taken Lexie in for tea on the way home from school, picked up bits of shopping for her and gently tried to let her know that nothing had to change between them. You weren't so sure that would be the case this morning. 

 

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Andy’s car was on the drive so you braced yourself. 

"Darling girl, come in! Tea?"

"Hi Daph, yes please. I've only had time for one this morning." So far, so good. 

"Sore head?" She asked knowingly. 

"Not too bad. I suspect someone else is more hungover than me."

"You're not wrong. Did he give you crap?"

"A bit. How was Lex?"

"Oh golden, we had a lovely night. She's none the wiser by the way." She leads you from your hushed conversation in the hallway to her kitchen where Lexie sat eating breakfast and Andy hovered with a coffee in hand.

"Morning poppet, did you have a good night with Gran?"

"Yeah, we watched the new Matilda film!"

"And she hasn't stopped singing the songs yet!" Lexie grinned at her Gran.

"Show me later. Did you do your homework with Dad?" She nodded through a mouthful of cereal. Andy had yet to acknowledge you so far. "Shall we pop and see Nanny and Pop-pop on the way home?" Her face lights up, Andy grunts from the corner of the room. 

"Something to tell the folks eh?"

"Nothing we haven't already talked about." You quickly come up with the white lie. You don't want him to have the satisfaction that you're on clean up duty today. Lexie finishes her breakfast, puts her bowl in the sink and gives Daph a big hug. 

"Thank you Gran."

"Anytime pickle. Have a lovely week at school."

"And bye to Dad?" You prompt her, finishing your tea. You manage to leave without being cornered by Andy, it's pretty clear that his mum has told him to keep his mouth shut, so the short distance to your parents is a happy one. Your dad is already in the garden checking his plants and you can see your mum in the kitchen window beaming at Lexie. "Morning!" You call out, Lexie runs straight in so you go to your dad first. "Hiya dad." 

"Morning poppet," the same nickname you use for Lexie makes you smile. "Saw the paper."

"Hmm I thought you might have."

"Isn't he an almighty arsehole? I saw him on Sky Sports news, proper miserable bugger." You laugh at your dad's straight to the point question. 

"I still need to talk to Lexie, so I can't really talk about it too much, but he's so lovely dad. He's a grumpy fucker but he loves me, and Lexie too. It's early days, but he makes me very happy." Your dad stays quiet, just a grunt of acknowledgement. 

"I'll see about that. You'll bring him?"

"Soon, let's get the season finished first. It's a busy couple of weeks."

"Any luck on the job front?"

"Not yet."

"I hope you're not planning on just letting him support you? I didn't raise you like that."

"Dad! Course I'm not!" It stings a bit that he'd even ask that. You leave him to his tomato plants and go in to your mum. 

"Morning, love. Good night?"

"Yeah, thank you." Lexie is distracted by the baking your mum has already started, "you're not going to ask if I'm in it for the money as well are you?" Your mum laughs, 

"Don't be daft. Nice t-shirt," she notes. "Does the situation make you happy?" She asks cryptically for Lexie's benefit. 

"Very."

"Well that's enough for me for now. More details to follow though please. And you looked beautiful, my sweetheart."

"Thank you."

"He's very handsome. The only reason I'd put up with your dad watching Sky Sports news, really. Don't tell him I said that."

"I'm not telling either of them. Don't want him leaving me for my hot mum!" You stay long enough for Lexie the bottomless pit to have one of your mums famed apple muffins and pack up a couple to take for Roy, thankful that they can't ask too much with Lexie around. You plan to walk home via the park so text Sara who meets you with Phoebe. 

"How did the parental rounds go? Roy called this morning, said you'd have to deal with Andy's mum as well?"

"The mums are fine, I think. Turns out he's got a good fanbase in older women." 

"Oh that'll be his yoga women theory rumbled then. So confident they have no idea who he is! Like their husbands aren't all glued to weekend football."

"My dad asked if I was a golddigger."

"Ouch, rude!"

"Just making sure I'm not throwing my career away."

"What career?" She sniggers. 

"Oi, cheek!" 

"You looked so great together last night. The pictures were amazing."

"It didn't even cross my mind that they'd get attention like that. I wasn't expecting damage control this morning, or to have to tell those two so soon." You look over at where the girls are playing. 

"Phebs hasn't mentioned it yet, but it won't take long. You haven't got to see the playground parents tomorrow have you? That'll be fun, they love a bit of extracurricular shagging!"

"No, she's at breakfast club thankfully! I'm going to tell her this afternoon." 

"Good idea, gotta do it before anyone else can." You say goodbye with plans to watch the following week's Man City game together with the girls and to catch up in the week at school. 

 

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You're considering tackling the mountain of washing and more job applications when the front door knocks. Lexie, who's been quiet all morning, jumps up to open it. You can just about see the front door from the kitchen, so the first thing you see is Roy handing Lexie a bunch of pink tulips. 

"For me?" She squeaks, "really?"

"Is that OK?"

"Only mum has ever brought me flowers before! Mum! Roy brought me flowers!" She rushes in to show you, shaking the bunch in her little fist.

"Oh honey, they're beautiful! Shall I help you put them in water?"

"Can you do it? I'm making friendship bracelets."

"'Scuse me?"

"Pleaseee?"

"That's better, yes, I can do that for you." She puts the flowers on the table and runs back to the living room, high fiving Roy on the way past. "Someone is on the charm offensive." 

"Oh big time," he pulled another bunch from behind his back, peonies.

"How did you know?"

"Dunno what you're talking about." He checked the door before kissing you lightly, you cock your head to one side, "alright yeah, Lexie told me last week when you were out shopping with Sar."

"I knew you were a softy really."

"Only for you, don't get destroying my fucking tough man image."

"I wouldn't dream of it. I like that side too. Did you make Jamie vomit?"

"Unfortunately no. Did you kill anyone?"

"Unfortunately no. Bad mornings all round." He hasn't moved from your side yet and keeps looking to the door. "I think you're safe. She's making Richmond coloured bracelets for the match, we're watching with your mum and sister."

"So I've heard, means I'd better tell my mum about you then." At the knowledge that you shouldn't be interrupted for a few moments, he takes the opportunity to crowd you against the counter and really kiss you. You tilt your head to give you both better access and he sweeps his tongue over your bottom lip before biting it. The small gesture sends a wave of pleasure through your body and your hands go to the hem of his t-shirt of their own accord. You slide them just underneath enough to feel the warm skin on his stomach. The lightest scratch of your nails so close to the waistband of his jeans makes him growl into the kiss. "I've got to stop," he groans, pulling away from you. You can't help the desperate, needy moan at the loss of contact, and the look he gives you from that sound alone is enough to leave you trembling. You take a second to get your breath back and go back to sorting out the flowers. "Has she asked?" He questions once it feels safe enough to talk again. 

"Not yet. I'm going to go and talk to her, you're welcome to come with me?" He squeezes your hand reassuringly but makes sure to let it go once you're in the living room. "Hey, Lex? I need to tell you some that you might end up hearing about from someone else, I wanted to be able to tell you first though?" She sits up and starts measuring your wrist for a friendship bracelet.

"Is it about Roy?"

"Uhh yeah, how did you know?" She shrugs,

"He's here. And he brought flowers." You nod, 

"Right, of course. Yeah, it's about Roy. He asked me out to a fancy party last night. You might see some pictures of us-"

"Have you got them, can I see now?"

"Sure, I just need to get my phone." You're about to stand when Roy passes you his phone instead, and you see the lockscreen is one of the pictures from the night before. You hold it out to her, 

"You guys look so cute." Roy grunts at being called 'cute', "It's true!" She says, taking up his wrist to measure him for a bracelet. "So he's like, your boyfriend?" You steal a quick look at him, his eyebrows raise in anticipation of your answer. 

"Yeah. Is that ok?" Lexie shrugs,

"Sure, you're cooler than dad's new girlfriend but they broke up already. And now I get to meet footballers and hang out with Phoebe even more. She said we could be cousins and I told her I didn't have any so she said we should definitely do that. Can we?"

"Let's ummm… cousins is a very big step for you both. You really need to make sure you're ready so just slow down a bit there." Roy is sniggering at the big deal you've made cousins out to be, but Lexie is having none of it. 

"Mum, I think we'd be OK. We're nearly 9. We're not babies. I think you should just be brave and let us do it."

"Thanks for that input bunny, I'll take the cousins thing super seriously, ok?" She accepts your suggestion and thankfully drops the conversation. In the safety of the kitchen, you lean into him and let his arms wrap around you. "That was so scary. Why are 8 year olds so fucking terrifying?!"

"You were the shit, I fucking loved that." He laughs, his chest rumbling against yours. You stand together until Roy's phone rings and disturbs you. "It's Phoebe. Alright love?" He asks her. You can hear the squeal through the phone but can't make out what she's actually saying. You move away from Roy and give him a big thumbs up and a: you got this ! He doesn't look convinced, despite you only just telling him how scary it was. You can only hear his side of the call. "Nan saw the pictures? Yeah it was a fucking great dress. Yeah alright, I owe you. Worth it. No, this doesn't mean you're cousins now. You can be cousins when I tell you so. Cos it'll be up to me! Phoebe, put nan on the phone. Mum? Yeah she's OK. I'll come and see you tomorrow. I will, love you." He hangs up and you wait. "Phoebe is suddenly obsessed with cousins and mum wanted to check you were ok." You smile,

"I think that went well then. All the mums are on board, all the kids, I'm claiming the win." 

 

You cooked dinner, as promised and let Lexie watch a film with Roy afterwards while you packed her school bag and your work things. He left at her bedtime, leaving you with a kiss at the door. 

"Maybe Roy could have a sleepover next time, mum," she said halfway to sleep, "but you can't steal all the covers or he'll get cold."

"Thanks poppet, I'll make sure I don't steal the covers."

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#ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fic #roy kent #roy kent imagine #roy kent smut #roy kent x reader #roy kent x you #roy kent fanfiction #roy kent fluff #roy kent fic

[bookwormlover10]

So au idea Jason doesn't get adopted by Bruce Wayne but he does get adopted by A Batman....a tomorrow knight.....

So my idea is that somehow Terry mcginnis finds himself in the past of Gotham ( yes I'm going by Dcau continuity so it after after batman the animated series but before the new batman adventures is the time I'm thinking of this time misplaced.) So anyway Terry somehow find himself in crime Ally were he stumbled upon a young Jason Todd is trouble ( can't think if he's getting beat up or chase. You decide of the conflict) Terry being the hero that he is, no matter what time he's in, saves the little punk.

" you ok little guy?" Terry asked after the rescue. Young Jason is obviously ( and reasonably) scared out of his mind. Sure he has heard of the batman on the streets, even seen some photos of him in the newspapers. But batman looked like he was a demon from hell. Young Jason mind was quick change when the not batman gaved him his first real meal is week when he notices Jason stomach growled. ( How did Terry get the food might you ask ? Cause he's batman duh.)

With miraculously avoiding the young batman of the time, Terry does find a way back to his time, But a little someone tags along " come back with a souvenir, I see." The elderly Bruce Wayne says. This confused Terry so he says " what souvenir?" Then the elder Batman point his cane to Terrys leg so were young Jason Todd is hanging off of.

( it a good thing to mention that this is a little after return of the joker so old Timmy todd is here.) everyone is obviously freaking out. A literal child from 40 ish in the past is in their present. Tim recognized Jason Todd as they grew up together in crime Ally and the fact both their dad's worked for two face back in the day. Tim remembers Jason disappearing two weeks after Jasons dad got arrested and a year before he became Robin.

This is bad that means that Jason was ment to be here and if they send him back it could cause a time paradox. The question was now was what to do with the little punk. Tim thinks that Jason should go with him given their history. He's pretty sure that his wife wouldn't mind having an other kid around the house. Barbara even volunteers giving that her and Sam never had kids of their own. But Jason has already got attached to Terry and with won't let go of him, no matter how the other have try. He has already has chosen him emotional support batman. So Terry makes a decision....

Later Dana gets a call from Terry to meet up her at some place. When Dana gets there Terry says " I should of told you this a while ago but I'm batman." And before Dana has time to process this Terry then says " and I've recently become an teen father." Then he pulls out Jason from nowhere. " This is Jason my adoption son." ( "Dana meet our adopted son Jason." Terry probably.) Dana then also adopted Jason seeing that the little guy is so cute. It was also weird when Terry went home to explain to his mom and brother that they were now a grandma and uncle. ( Even when the child was around Matt's age.) max was also surprised with she Heard the story

Bruce legally has custody of Jason,until Terry turn 18 in a couple of months. Bruce is now Jason grandpa in this au and with tim and Barbara are his aunt's and uncles. ( I haven't decided if Jason becomes Terry Robin or not. It's your decision really. But hay at least the joker is already dead if he does)

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*bonus*

Tim: I always thought that Terry brother was going be his first robin. Not I owe dick 50 creds.

Barbara: you make a bet with your brother. Wait dick has never met Terry how does he know that he has a brother.

Tim: he's Nightwing duh

Barbara: of course he is ( facepalm)

Bruce:( is dialing someone)

Barbara: and who are you calling ?

Bruce : Wally West cause now I owe him 100 creds cause me and him make a bet if Terry was ever getting a Robin.

Barbara: ugh ( facepalm again.)

#i just thought it would be funny it Jason got adopted by Terry instead of the other way around #terry mcginnis #the new batman adventures #batman beyond #batman beyond return of the joker #batman the animated series #jason todd #timmy todd #tnba tim drake #tim drake #batman #batfamily #batfam #batfamily au #dcau #batman and robin #tnba robin #robin #dc robin

[atinylittlepain]

Play - A Javi Gutierrez Story

javi g x f!reader

it's not that kind of play, honey.

warnings | 18+ smut and nothing but(t)

a/n | I'm back with another addition to the Peg that Middle Aged Man Campaign! If you don't know what I'm talking about, where the hell have you been? Just kidding, but fr, go check out the work of @beskarandblasters @wannab-urs @jksprincess10 and @serenaxpedro they've all got some awesome fics out for this campaign!

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“This play, it is a very strange one, no? Oh! Is it one of those– what is it called– interactive performances?” Is this guy for real? It would be amusing if it wasn’t messing up her flow of clients, having to deal with this bright-eyed man with the softest hair she’s ever seen, who has clearly walked into Pandora’s with no clue of what the club is.

“Hon, I’m not sure where you got that idea. But this isn’t a play.” His brow furrows at that, perfect confusion at what she says.

“But the sign outside? I tell you, I enjoy a good pun. If this isn’t a play, what is it?” It clicks in her mind all at once. Pandora’s: Come in and play a while. She has to let out a laugh when she realizes exactly where the man got the idea from.

“Oh, honey. It’s not that kind of play. This is a BDSM club.”

“Oh, oh.” His whole face goes slack with realization, sun-kissed skin going a pretty shade of pink as he swallows harshly.

“I am so sorry. I am, ah, feeling a bit foolish, I have to admit. But I will get out of your hair now, I– my apologies.” So sweet, so polite, and so flustered, she can’t help herself when she brings a hand to his shoulder to keep him from turning and hurrying out the door.

“You could do that, or I could show you just what kind of play we offer here at Pandora’s.” The man opens and closes his mouth a few times, cheeks tinging from pink to a furious flush, and she knows right then that she’s got him for the night. 

“Why don’t you follow me, honey? I’ll show you the ropes, and then you can decide if you’d like to leave. Sound good?” He nods, a quick jerky thing that makes his lovely curls bounce.

“Is there– are there going to be actual ropes?” 

“There can be– if you ask nicely, of course.”

…

Tilting her head over his shoulder, she smiles, getting to see his name for the first time, signed on the dotted line of the club’s waiver.

“Hmm, it’s nice to officially meet you, Javi. You can call me Molly, and I’ll be taking care of you tonight.” She takes the paperwork from his hands, making a point of letting her hands brush his, reveling in the way his throat dips and bobs with the contact. So responsive, this is going to be fun. Setting the paperwork down on the chest of drawers, she gets to work collecting the tools she needs for the night, speaking to him over her shoulder as she does.

“Though I’ll be the one in power, you’re the client, honey, which means you have the real control. I’m gonna need you to use your words with me, tell me what feels good and what doesn’t, do you understand?” 

“Yes, miss, I understand.” She feels her brow quirk at his choice of words, now standing in front of him with her arms full of goods.

“Miss, I like that, honey. It’s cute. Now, will you get undressed for me, Javi? I’d love to see a bit more of you.” He nods, a lopsided smile on his face as he starts to work through the buttons of his shirt while she lays her toys out on the bed next to him. Quick and eager, he’s left in his briefs in no time flat, a bit breathless under her gaze. He’s pretty, golden skin, strong thighs, and an adorably soft belly that she’d like to sink her teeth into.

“Could I see more of you as well, please?” 

“Well since you asked so politely, why don’t you do it for me, darling?” She steps between his thighs, his eyes widening, lips parted as she guides his hands to her hips. Tentatively, he moves one hand up to her cleavage, where the zipper running down her dress lies, slowly tugging it down to reveal her body to him. 

“You are– a very beautiful woman.” He says it so solemnly, his eyes raking over her body once she’s slipped her dress entirely off, and she can’t help but laugh at the very serious look on his face, tucking her fingers under his chin to tilt his gaze up to hers.

“That’s sweet of you to say, darling, thank you. Are you ready to lay back for me so we can get started?” He’s very compliant, she’ll give him that, humming an mmhmm as he shifts back onto the sheets, laying out for her as she starts to unravel her set of silk ties. 

“Now remember, Javi. I need you speaking to me, telling me what you like and what you don’t. What you say goes, honey.” His eyes are trained on her hands as she holds the tie out between them, giving it a few snaps as she comes to kneel between his thighs on the bed.

“I will do my best to, as you say, tell you what I am liking and what I am not. Though if it is you who is doing it, I imagine I will like most things.” The flush in his cheeks has creeped down to bloom over his chest, a smile that could only be described as bashful crinkling his eyes as he looks at her, a vision that she can’t help but want to corrupt, just a little. She crawls further up the bed, shifting into a straddle at his hips, hovering over the very obvious bulge in his briefs as she leans over him, tie in hands.

“Do you still want this, Javi?” She trails the end of the silk tie over his chest, letting it drag against his nipples, his inhale catching at the sensation.

“Yes, miss, I– I would like what we discussed.” She grins, bringing the tie to settle flat over his eyes, quietly directing him to lift his head up so she can tie it in the back, smoothing her fingers over it once he settles back down, blindfolded and sighing.

“I saw this in a movie once. I thought it to be very intriguing. But I have not had a chance to try it myself until now.” There it is again, that sweet smile of his, and an amusing wag of his eyebrows as she sits back in his lap to take in the sight of him.

“Well in that case, honey, I expect a full report when I’m done with you.” She makes quick work with the other two ties, pressing a kiss to each of his wrists once she’s bound them to the posts of the bed, his pulse jumping against her lips. Moving again to kneel between his spread thighs, she has to pause for a moment, he’s such a vision, his arms framed overhead, black silk blinding his eyes, lips parted in silent puffs of breath. And then, she gets to work.

She starts light, a barely there graze of her fingernails down his chest, over the swell of his belly, grinning at the way his muscles clench and jump at the sensation, before letting her fingers hook under the waistband of his briefs.

“I’m going to take these off, darling. Is that ok?” Back and forth, back and forth, she lets her nails graze along the soft skin hidden beneath his briefs, waiting for his answer.

“Yes, miss– I would, um, like that very much.” She rewards him with a kiss, just below his navel and he responds in kind with a sharp inhale, biting his lip as she finally tugs his briefs down and off his legs. 

“Oh, honey, you’re pretty all over, aren’t you?” She likes the laugh that draws out of him, a nervous little thing that fizzles out in his throat when she skates her fingers over the underside of his flushed cock, the muscles in his thighs tensing. She rests her palm over his belly, drawing reassuring circles there as her other hand dips down to cup his balls.

“Just relax, Javi. I’m going to make you feel very, very good.” A broken sound cracks in his chest when she lets her breath fan over his cock, warbling into a groan when she darts her tongue out to lap at his leaking tip. She takes him into the heat of her mouth only once, slipping him down until the head of his cock grazes the back of her throat before promptly popping off of him and pulling away entirely, his wrists tugging petulantly at his restraints in response.

“Patience, darling, the waiting is what makes it so good.” She presses an open mouth kiss to the jut of his hip, lips dragging over his pelvis, just shy of his throbbing length as she lets her teeth nip at the soft pudge of his tummy, enjoying the breathy yelp he lets out when she bites down just a touch harder. He’s getting more impatient as she continues to tease him, her lips pressing everywhere except for where he really wants her, letting out little huffs with each new kiss, each new bite.

“You are a little bit evil, but I think I like it, patrona.” She finds herself smiling against the inside of his thigh where she had just laid another nip, taking in his words with pride.

“Patrona, what does that mean?” 

“It is like a boss. That is what you are, no? The boss of this establishment, and of men, I think.” 

“Mm, you got that right, honey.” Always a sucker for flattery, she decides that he’s had enough teasing, licking a hot stripe up his cock with little preamble, his thighs going rigid as he lets out a hiss between his teeth. 

“Oh, that is– hah– that is very good.” She finds an easy rhythm, bobbing up and down his length, pulling off in between to lick at the head of his cock, one hand cupping and rolling his balls, getting him nice and pliant under her touch. Pleased with the slackened state she’s worked him into, moans rolling through his chest, muscles loose and melting into the sheets, she pulls away to grab her bottle of lube, snickering at the way his head lifts off the pillow like he’s trying to see why she stopped.

“Don’t worry, honey, just gonna start getting you ready for me.” With a smear of lube warmed up in her palms, she gets her hands back on him, slicking down the length of his cock, over his balls, and letting her fingers slip lower as his hips buck up at the new sensation.

“Fuck, I like that– feels so different, so good, patrona.” She spreads him open on her finger, gently pumping in and out as he keens into her touch, a long sigh thrumming in his throat when she adds another finger.

“Look at you, pretty boy, doing so so good for me.” Oh, he likes that, his neck arching with a moan as she continues to fuck him on her fingers, her other hand sliding up and down his cock, thumb passing over his leaking slit each time.

“Aye, patrona, por favor. I– I want more, please.” He tugs limply at his restraints, the muscles in his arms flexing and bulging with the movement, his brow furrowed somewhere between pleasure and prayer.

“Are you sure you’re ready for that, darling?” She punctuates her question with another flick of her wrist over his cock and a thrust of her fingers, making him let out a whine that she’d like to hear more of.

“Sí, sí, patrona, I want it very badly. I’m ready, I swear.” She shushes his pleas with a kiss to his belly, his hips jolting when she removes both her hands from him, slipping off the bed to put on her strap.

“May I– I would like to see you for this part, patrona.” She has to smile at that, tightening the harness around her hips before crawling back onto the bed, happy to shrug Javi out of his blindfold, a shy smile on his lips when his eyes meet hers. He didn’t ask for it, but she undoes his wrists as well, and he sighs in relief, flexing his hands a few times as she settles between his thighs, coaxing his knees to bend around her.

“Need your hips up just a little bit, honey, there you go. Gonna give it to you nice and gentle.” She does just that, one hand planted in the sheets, the other guiding her strap forward as she presses into him, slow and smooth. 

“Fuck, you are wonderful, patrona. I–I feel so good.” She’s been called many things by her clients, but this might be a first for wonderful, the praise coaxing her hips into a faster, deeper rhythm that makes him writhe beneath her. His eyes don’t leave her body, trailing from the arc of her hips to the bounce of her breasts with each thrust, up to her face, surprising her with the delicate way he brings his hand to cup her cheek. It’s just a bit too tender for her taste, and she’s quick to throw him off his game, bringing her hand to stroke his cock as she starts to fuck him harder, rendering him speechless and slack beneath her.

“That’s it, Javi, just let it feel good. Are you gonna come for me, darling? Gonna let me have it?” 

“Sí, mami, por favor.” She doesn’t have to ask for a translation to know what that means. A few more fluid strokes of her hips is all it takes to unravel him, his come smearing over her fist as she strokes him through it. When he starts to whimper at the sensation, she finally pulls away, jumping into aftercare mode as she grabs him a towel and a bottle of water in one hand, and her handy credit-card reader in the other.

“Here you go, darling, take your time getting cleaned up.” She coaxes him to sit up, getting a few sips of water out of him as he catches his breath, though there’s a weird look in his eyes that she can’t quite place.

“You are an amazing woman.” Oh boy. She smiles, trying to laugh off the intensity of his compliment, though he does that same move again, cupping her cheek, his eyes painfully earnest when she looks at him.

“I would like to buy you an island.” The laugh she lets out at that is genuine, though it fizzles out when she realizes he is dead serious, eyes wide and seeking, his lips quirked in that little dopey smile of his.

“No islands necessary, hot stuff. Just the flat fee of three hundred for the hour will do.” She holds out the card reader between them to make her point, his eyes glancing at it, though he seems unconvinced.

“After the way you just made me feel, it would be an insult to repay you with mere money. Tell me what you want, patrona, and it is yours, I swear it.” She must have gotten him good and fucked out for him to be talking like this, his pupils still blown out as he speaks, cock softening against his thigh.

“Oh, honey, you’re sweet, really. But it’s all just in a night’s work. I want my clients satisfied and my sessions paid for, that’s all.” 

“Can I pay to have you for the rest of the night at least, por favor?” That’s more like it.

“Now that is something we could make work. Cash or credit, darling?” 

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I looked and looked and looked for who to credit this art for. Maybe I'm blind. Maybe I need to do alternative searches for art to use on my posts. Anyhow, I found both of these on Pinterest. If you or someone you know is the creator, please message me and I'll add the artist.

A/N = Lovely Rengoku. This man can fit into any situation and make it work ... well, maybe not ALL. But you know what I mean. This ~one-a-fucking-gain~ didn't pan out how I planned it. I was originally going to write a whole thing but it pretty much just ended itself. It worked out well, though, despite being kinda short.

C/W = I don't think there are any. Talk of nudity, a small group of nude people posing for artistic purposes. Other than that it's just a fluffy piece. Flirting between Rengoku and y/n (F!reader). Enjoy!

Sign Here X_____________

"Hey, this is beginning art, right?" You asked the man looking over the class syllabus on the wall. He looked to be close to your age, maybe a little younger. He was goddamn beautiful, too. Tall. Not an ounce of body fat in the wrong place. Muscular. Cool hair; blonde with red tips.

He looked at you. For a good 10 seconds before he said anything. Scanning over your face, stopping at your eyes and your lips. You found yourself feeling some way. Not uncomfortable, but like you were under a microscope. Being inspected.

"Yes, this is my class, beginning art."

You narrowed your eyes. "'Your class?' Oh, you mean you're in this class, too? Cool. Well, my name is y/n. I guess I'll see you around. Thanks."

"Heh, no, this is MY class. As in, I'm the instructor. I'm the everything ... actually." He said calmly and smiled at you as he put his hair back in a tight bun and you watched him walk to the oversized desk in the corner of the room.

"Hello, welcome to ...?" He rolled his hands out like as he was encouraging the classroom to interact.

"Arrrrtttt for beginnnnerssss!" Everyone participated. Even you. How could you not. This man could convince a perfectly healthy person to drink a vile of poison.

"Good job, kids," he laughed. Clearly noting the older people in the class. "In this course, we're going to learn how to draw animate and inanimate objects. Always be prepared because I will surprise you from time to time."

You looked around the class to see everyone was completely enthralled with this young man. The person to your left was a woman, maybe in her 40's. She looked nice. You leaned over and said, "I can't wait to see what kind of surprises he's talking about," and giggled. She put her hand over her mouth as she giggled back at your comment.

"Y/n, care to tell me what's so funny back there? I'm not here as a comedian. I'm here as an art teacher. So if comedy is more up your ... alley? Perhaps you would like to go to the room a few doors down and share your humor with everyone that isn't here to learn how to draw?"

You shut up real quick. "S-sorry ... uhhh, I-I don't know your name." You tilted your right ear toward him, waiting for his response.

"I was actually just getting to that before you flexed your humorous." He stared into your eyes for what seemed like an eternity. You don't think he blinked the entire time, either.

"My name is Kyojuro Rengoku. Yes. It's a mouthful. Yes, you have to call me by my full name or I will kick you out of this class."

Your body sunk as he laughed. "No, not really. You can call me Kyo. I'll write it on the board in such a way it'll be simple enough to pronounce." He grabbed the chalk and began to say out loud what he was writing. "Kee-yoh. Kyo. Simple enough, yes?" He looked at you. Again. What the hell was up with him. "See, y/n, I can be funny, too."

You nodded, feeling your cheeks pink up. He still hadn't taken his eyes off of you as your face transitioned back to its original color.

"Now, what exactly is going to be a surprise in this class, you're probably wondering. I presume you all read the waiver etc. that was included in your packet? I know I got most of them back all signed. If you didn't sign one, stay after and talk to me."

Shit, you thought, I never got anything like that.

└────── ⋆☆⋆ ──────┘

Class was only 45 minutes tonight as it was just a basic introduction about what would be covered and when.

"Y/n, may I have a moment of your time?" He sounded so relaxed when he talked. You thought about asking him what his secret was. "Did you mail in your signed waiver? I sent it out with the syllabus about 3 weeks ago?"

You started to twist your bottom lip around with your teeth. "I ... I don't - ah, I mean I didn't ever get that. None of it, Kyo."

He was taken aback by your use of his name so casually. So effortlessly.

"Hm. Look over your information here and tell me if it's correct." He handed you a planner and had you find your name.

You pointed at it.

"Here's my name, phone # and addre-" You stopped and looked at him. "This is my old address. Where did you get this from?"

You'd moved 5 months ago to a little house. But you thought you'd changed everything over before you'd even moved out.

"I got it from here, from the school."

"Ohhh, oh no. I forgot to notify the school." You got a worried look on your face. "Does that mean I'm going to be kicked out of this class?" You didn't even try to disguise your concern.

"Nooo! No, nothing like that, y/n. But I will need you to fill one out, just to cover everything."

"Cover? Cover what? You doing blood sacrifices in here or something?" You laughed.

He didn't. "Among other things, yes."

You waited for him to tell you he was kidding.

A full minute must've gone by before he gave you a half-smile, the left side of his mouth turning upward.

"There will be no sacrifices of any kind in my class, little lamb. Do not worry." He chuckled, rather darkly for someone who was trying to be reassuring.

Little lamb. You're pretty sure you had a "little" orgasm when he called you that.

"Just initial on these and sign at the bottom?" You pointed at the paper.

He put his hand next to where you were pointing, almost resting it right on top of yours.

"Mmmm ... mm-hm. Did you read what it said, y/n?"

You shook your head, quickly at first but then you slowed to an almost complete still.

"It's just about ... about art, and ... other stuff. R-right?" You swallowed hard, it hurt.

"It's basically a declaration that you're ok with nudity in any capacity. You're ok with multiple bodies being nude and draped or sitting on one another. "Basically ..." he continued, "that you're not going to file a sexual harassment claim against myself or the school because you're uncomfortable. It states very obviously that there will be profound nudity in this course. If you're NOT ok with that, then you're free to change your mind, of course. You'll get a full refund, no questions asked."

He watched your face closely for any kind of a reaction.

"Who - who will be the nude model?" You asked, trying to use your big girl voice.

"Anyone who is willing to pose. Sometimes it's someone from class. Sometimes it's someone from a newspaper ad that needs some rainy day money." He paused, "And sometimes," he leaned back in his chair, "sometimes, it'll be me." A cocky look washed over his face. He knew what you were thinking. He was counting on it.

You almost lost your balance when he said that.

"Y-you pose?"

He nodded, looking a little proud of himself for having given you such a reaction.

"I - I think I'll stay in the class then."

"Fantastic. Sign ... right ... here."

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Joker head cannons

He definitely knows how to sew more then that he knows how to make clothing and he's really good with mending and making dresses if he feels like it

He's bisexual with a preference towards men like he has some attraction to woman but I feel like he more so views woman as easier to manipulate and control then men, tho he does have to find the woman attractive otherwise there's no real point for him to be with them, but even when he has a female partner hes still flirting with men any chance he gets and not just Batman but just some rando mobster he meets at one of the many bars in Gotham

He's definitely borrowed one or more of Harley's dresses and has had to make or order her a custom dress because he got blood on the one he borrowed and she's destroying his layer and killing his goons because it was her favorite and if he doesn't remedy it he'll have no competent goons to do his bidding..

Just like he hates Nazis he hates homophobia even more he can't be bothered with other things like abuse or domestic violence or murder but homophobia no he's hunting you down like a dog if he catches you on his turf dating to be homophobic god help you if you make a homophobic comment about him... I just imagine he just smiles and laughs and then kills you the most brutal way possible and then takes your body and starts parading it around Gotham as his date and even goes so far to go into a restaurant with the body orders dinner for both puts it on your credit card and opens a bottle of champagne like would you like more my love and starts cackling while the rest of the staff are horrified, I feel he'd even go so far as to carve words or something into your flesh and then finally dumps the body as a warning..

In that same vain if he's out and about enjoying a day off or day off adjacent for him and he's at a bar hell definitely be the life of the party mans will be flirting hardcore with any man he finds mildly attractive would definitely shoot you for not laughing at his jokes though

He has a whole warehouse full of custom dresses he's designed and had made and suits and other various costumes

He's a really good cook witch no one expects especially with cooking on a budget he can make like a five star meal out of the cheapest ingredients but if he has a choice hes a bit bougie, also I feel like he'd host a cooking class with his goons because they keep fucking up his breakfast and as he's teaching the class one of the goons burns the egg and he goes "oh sweetie that's not it at all", then grabs the goons face and holds it down onto the burner till a circular burn mark is on his face while saying, "I dont want to punish you but if i don't how will you ever learn". He releases him but and tells him to try again the goon surprisingly gets it right..

NOTE: Now this next one it really depends on what iteration of joker but I'm gonna put this around bronze/silver age era where he's less violent and psychotic and in this little thought Harley still exists yes ik she wasn't written till the 90s this is my head canon shut up also this is canon things mixed in with my headcanons so

But I imagine mid fight with one of the bat kids one of them pauses and is like joker can I ask you a question and joker is kind of like thrown off a bit and a thousand percent expects it to be a trick or sucker punched but he goes along with it and is like sure what's your question and the bat kid is like... "Soooooo your not straight right"?! And joker just fucking starts laughing then pauses and is like "kid what about my outfit makes you think ah yes that's a straight man do you think a straight man would flirt with Batman or go out of his way to arrange such lovely dates for batsy if I were straight ". And joker is absolutely laughing because this is the funniest joke he's ever heard to think anyone ever thought he was straight even harley who he was involved with for years knew this about him the moment she laid eyes on him.. the bat kid just kinda staring at him awkwardly ajd joker just is like why do you ask there's gotta be some reason for this question.. the bat kid is like uhh so then your bisexual right so like how did u know you were bisexual what were the indicators you were the first villain I kind of thought of I could ask and also the most available.. joker just pauses and is like alright I'm putting a pin in this plan and calls Harley and tells her to bring a white board and markers witch leads to an hour long lecture on the different genders and sexualities and what they all mean as well as an explanation that not everyone will be an ally

He also goes on to explain that when he was young it wasn't really a good time to be gay or bisexual so a lot of people were repressing part of themselves due to fear of what others would do to them if it got out and how the kid is lucky that the world is more accepting now then it was then he also explains that he and Harley had different experiences in that regard as they grew up in different times seeing as Harley is younger then joker

To put in perspective when Harley was a freshman in college Bruce was already three grades above her and on the cusp of graduating before dropping out

He's secretly a wine drinker

At some point he went to college and graduated with honors

He doesn't like animals views them as filthy and not worth his time

Hes neutral towards children definitely would beef with a child actually does beef with children (the batfam) I feel like he neither likes nor dislikes children like yeah he killed Jason but that was on a whim

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COMMISSIONS! FROM ME! YAY!

Status: Open!

okay, gonna start this with.. i have no idea how to make a comms info post. i was going to try and make a carrd but it's... a lot! so, under the cut, i'll have some examples and prices and some info on what to expect! (LONG POST) (YE BE WARNED)

Rules! (and some general info)

because we need that

Don't haggle with me. I'm not selling you old furniture, you're paying me for my time and effort.

For smaller commissions, I require pay up-front

Larger commissions (over $30) can be paid half up-front, and half later. For both ours' insurance!

I can do cashapp, zelle, or paypal.

Time taken on each piece will vary, of course, and I can give you an estimate when we hash out details. For pieces that take over 2 days, I can provide updates! Don't be afraid to check in whenever! I won't feel rushed or hassled if you just want to know how progress is :)

If you have literally ANY questions. ANY OF THEM. at all. just message me. Even if you're not sure if you want to commission, or don't intend to at the moment. Have a curiosity? My dms are open, friend. And my ask box too, if you'd rather. I'm so open to questions it's unbelievable. I am almost begging you to ask... If you have something to ask.

YAY / NAY / MAY(or, what i will and won't do)

YAY!

Furries

Humans

Roblox avatars/characters

Fandom

Oc

Light/medium mech

Ships (including selfship)

Suggestive

(Artistic) nudity

Multiple characters

Whatever's not on my "no" list! Please please just message me and ask if you're unsure. Even if you're not sure about commissioning and just want to see if it would be possible! I won't bite, I promise. :)

NAY!

Nsfw

Fetish (even if not explicit)

Heavy mech

Heavy gore

Anything proship/comship/whatever the hell they're calling it. NO KID DIDDLING! OR INCEST!

Anything vivziepop related. I don't like her or anything that she makes. (her absolute slop doesn't deserve to be drawn by my hands)

Celebrities (actors in a role, sure, but just the guy? the plain dude? just some guy on our earth who works a job? a real person with a life? no.)

MAY! (or, things I'm on the fence abt)

Horror

Minor gore

Large scenes (not my strongest skillset)

Whatever! I'm okay with stepping outside of my artistic comfort zone, so long as you're okay with the result varying in quality (and possibly taking longer, depending on what you ask for) Again, and I CANNOT say this enough, JUST ASK ME!!

WHAT I HAVE TO OFFER!

Okay, so, as shown here, for a standard commission i'll have 3 sizes, along with 4 stages of completion.

The stages are sketch, line art, flat colors, and render (shading/lighting)! sketch is the cheapest, and render is the most expensive. I'll list some prices for each size below :3

Head

Sketch - $5

Line art - $7

Colors - $10

Render - $15

Half

Sketch - $10

Line art - $15

Colors - $20

Render - $25

Full body

Sketch - $20

Line art - $25

Colors - $30

Render - $50

Add-ons!

Background (any commission automatically comes with a simple one, to be pictured in examples) - $15

Extra character - $7-$20 depending on what you're getting! just ask

COMPLEX object (like a weapon) (simpler ones r free) - $5-$10 (again, depending. just ask)

Anything that would take me more time and effort than usual, really. Time and effort is what you're paying for! I try to keep most of these pretty cheap, cus you're already paying for the drawing itself lol. Just ask if you're unsure.

Other kinds of stuff I'll do!

Icons! (or emojis, they're very similar)

These are basically just the head w/ colors, so $10 If you want an emoji set (or icon set, i guess?) it'll be +$5 for each additional one!

Reference sheets!

These are fun to make! They'll include 2/3 full-body shots of your character (front, side, and/or back), 1 head shot, flat colors, and some spaces for info! You can add in the info yourself, or have me add it in for you (no additional cost). They'll run you around $50 (however, you can add/take away stuff to change the price.)

Character page!

I will just. draw the character a bunch of times. $30 base price (sketch quality) can go up to $70 if you want them VERY spruced up (full render)

FINALLY. What we've all been waiting for... Examples!

These are rendered fullbodies! (with simplistic backgrounds, which are free!) (also, the first 2 are from 2022, so they don't look like how I would draw them today) (Last one is moff, @/sneablebeable 's character!)

these are rendered pieces w/ backgrounds! (though pokémon like these, I would consider chibi, making them a slightly lesser price.)

Reference sheets! Highly customizable, these are 2 I did for art fight last year :)

sketches! (with complex background, with extra character) For these, I can include basic values to help with composition. Will be done at my own discretion (no extra charge if I do).

Half body (in the style of a valentines card)

Icons!

Thanks for considering me! or... just checking this out! reading this far! whatever!

#labyposting #take a fucking drink for every time i say “just ask” #or a hit or WHATEVER #god. guys. you know you can ask me stuff right. did i pound it into you enough? should i say it again just to be sure? #commission #commission info #commission example #commission promo #commission open #commissions open #commissions #FEED ME MONEY! #labyart #posting this on my art account first because. it's my fucking art account LMAO #long post #took me over an hour to make holy shit

[wishmaster]

Hey Hi! It's the costume shop right?

I'm looking for a policeman uniform. Me and a friend of mine are doing some matching costume, they're gonna be a firefighter.

I just hope you'll have something my size, I'm a bit on the skinny side.

First Responders...Respond!

Hello, Let me get a look at you. Wow.

You are on the small side, let me see. I may have something, yes I think this will fit perfect.

You go in back to try it on suddenly we hear yelling that turns into a scream. Out from the fitting room ran a gorgeous young woman.

What the hell did you do to me you ask? in your new sultry voice.

Gave you a police costume that would fit you. I have to say you look gorgeous in it.

I'm a damn chick now.

Yes fully. I glanced down at his crotch which he hadn't noticed till now.. She let out a gasp. He felt down there his dick was gone, but just touching himself there got her aroused.

Change me back

She demanded.

I can't once the costume is on your stuck until November 1. She huffed.

Hey dude, looking good, you look like a real chick. His best friend emerged from the back in his costume.

So I'm stuck like this for a month?

21 days yes. she began to get horny thinking of how the friends could pass the time. She rushed to him, jumping into his arms.

Be sure to use protection, if you get pregnant in that costume I'm afraid the change becomes permanent. She barely heard that as the two friends let their new bodies go nuts for each other.

Crazy kids, the wishmaster said as he watched them leave.

#body transformation #gender transformation #cursed object

[livelovesimallways]

"Baby Johnson's Arrival"...Pt. 5

(previous)

20 Minutes Later......

"Deanna?..." *closes the door*

*sees who it is* "Oh hell no! I don't know why you're up here, but you can get out! Tell that mothafucker to give me my son and my phone, we're leaving! I'm getting a restraining order and filling for full custody. He'll be lucky if a judge allows supervised visitation."

"I know you're upset right now but just take a moment to think rationally."

"Rationally!??? Look at my face!!" *voice cracking* "This is more than one punch!...I'm done."

"Listen, he had no right to put his hands on you. Nothing in this world justifies that. But with that being said, it didn't come out of nowhere. You named his son after Sean, something he has to live with for the rest of his life. That was fucked up too."

"Well he should've handled that like a man, instead of using his fists! Of course I was wrong, but that doesn't mean I deserved this."

"I'm not saying you did, I just want you to see that there's cause and effect. Going to the courts over this one incident doesn't make sense. It wouldn't be a regular case. He's Michael fuckin Johnson!...The world famous, six time NBA champion, multi-billionaire! Do you realize the rippling damage that would cause? Think about Silas. Labeling his father as an abuser would mess up his future."

"Oh please, only Mike is going to suffer, and rightfully so."

"How can you be so sure? If this gets out, he'll be flooded with lawsuits from people looking for a payday. They'll say he's a monster and use your situation as ammunition. No one will care if they have any real claim, it'll be believable. His reputation will be finished, he'll have to resign from his companies, and he'll forever be blackballed. Silas is his son. No one will want to work with him or put him on a team because of the negative attention his father's name will bring. Sure he'll be rich, but will he be happy? All the comments, ridicule, comparisons...It will take a toll."

"Well, what do you suggest I do then!? I can't be here and I'm not leaving my baby. He's not going to give me custody without a fight. I won't win without telling my truth."

"I know. He's stubborn and not capable of seeing the bigger picture, but you are. You're Silas' mother and have been protecting him since you found out you were pregnant. Continue to do that by letting this go. Everything was fine before today. He knows he messed up and I promise you he won't do that again. Just take a breather, rest, and reset."

*shakes her head* "This is crazy..."

"I agree. It's alot, but you're doing the right thing. I'll go get you an ice pack and some Tylenol."

"...And Silas?"

"Hmm. Maybe I should bring him up after you get some rest. Babies can sense stress. You'll feel better afterwards and that will make all the difference."

A Little While Later.......

"Took you long enough, I was beginning to get worried. Ryan handled his part and got through to Sean's agent. Once he heard the words blackballed he had him make a post addressing the rumors." *rubs Silas' back* "So what happened with Deanna?"

"She's hurting but I think I got through to her. Right now she's resting."

"Good. Did you give her the pain medicine?

"Yes. I told her it was Tylenol like you asked." *with a slight attitude*

"I know you didn't want to do it but it had to be done. I can't trust that she won't change her mind, so it's just a little insurance. Technically Percs have Tylenol in them so you really didn't lie."

"So how exactly will that work in your favor?"

"It's simple. If she goes to the courts, I will have the judge order a hair sample drug test. They leave your system but stay in your hair for up to 90 days. My lawyers will paint a very different picture that you and Ryan will corroborate. I told her ass, I don't play about my kids. She's either gonna fall in line or lose him for good."

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