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finniigan-fr · 3 months

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Modelled a little forge for my blacksmith Pearlcatcher, Ember :3

Yes, he has a wooden workbench and a barrel full of coal next to an open flame,, his ass is NOT sornieth osha compliant!

also i may have forgot his pearl and whiskers uhhh just pretend he left the pearl inside and he burnt his whiskers off when he leaned over the fire one time (again... he is not operating a safe business by any means)

plus some wip pics if youre into that sort of thing

and heres what hes gonna look like once i gene him up! still need to save up for a trans scroll and all the genes lol

#fr fanart #flight rising art #flight rising #pearlcatcher #blender 3d #low poly #3d model #flight rising pearlcatcher #flight rising fanart #fr fanart friday #what even is the fr friday art tag anymore asjdhsfdsjh it changed at one point and idk what it is now #anyway this took me like 3ish days? im putting it in wip hell for now but it looks pretty good as is so im happy #i havent messed around in blender for a long time cos i made like 3 attempts and did so terrible each time #but apparently i learned something each time from the failures since it felt a lot easier this time #i can tell im not using the cleanest or most efficient techniques and i know nothing about nodes xD but im slowly improving!!#anyway im taking a break from modelling to work on comms again now! and to look for a job sdkfj #mine #my art #finn.txt

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gremlingottoosilly · 4 months

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Under the Christmas tree [dark!141 x fem!Reader] (Secret Santa fic)

Secret Santa gift for @crash-and-live 141 had a wonderful time taking their combat medic to be their captive barracks bunny instead. Now, the Sergeants have decided you will make a wonderful gift for their COs. CW and Tags: Dub-con, poly!141, inappropriate celebration of Christmas, power imbalance, bondage, slight BDSM.

Gaz was always an expert on knots.

Fancy little ribbons and bows – not so much. He prides himself on being suspiciously quick to adapt to the changing environment, yes, but learning how to tie bows when your little captive is acting just a tad bit dismissive towards the whole idea is…hard. Not as hard as hanging down the rope on a moving helicopter, but…

— Come, luv. Stop strugglin’

He smiles, all teeth and no lies, when you – his favorite medic, the best thing ever happening to this bloody team – started meowling something about the circulation and cutting off the bloodstream and how you don’t exactly like not only being held in the basement of the base but also being tied up…he looks at you and just knows he can’t resist booping you on the nose, kissing your perfect fuckin cheeks while Soap already has his hands in your hair, gently brushing it to put even more ribbons and bows. Red, just like on a Christmax gift.

You’re a bloody gift.

— I ken ye don’t like sittin’ like this, but Lt needs pick me up, aye?

Soap smiles when you struggle just a bit more, your tied hands brushing against his stomach as you slowly buck your hips back. Trying to get just a tiny bit of stimulation, sneaky little lass – this is why he loves you, so smart and so adorably dumb at the same time. The best thing that ever happened to them is that you still act like you don’t enjoy being their shared chewing toy. They can agree it’s just a bit of a stretch from your previous working environment but hell, at least you’re not being shot at. Johnny’s hand gently moves from your head to your neck, adjusting the little red bow he made from the ribbons. They tried so hard to find the softest ever ribbons without a sharp edge and material that could cut off the circulation – even though Kyle was still doing his favorite knots that rendered you absolutely defenseless. You lick your lips and try to rock from side to side, making the ribbons a bit more loose – it doesn’t work, of course. Not like your team ever wanted you to have a say in their perverse desires, right?

You fell into the Stockholm syndrome quite easily, especially since they were so stuck on always respecting your wishes(except for letting you out, of course) and never forcing anything too harsh…up until now, apparently. Making sure you’re on your best behavior because it’s Christmas, they have a small table set up – beer, whiskey, some snacks that you naively put on because you’re still not allowed to cook, and they don’t really care for home-cooked meals – and your shaking form, twisted in a somewhat sexy pose all because they needed a little Christmas present for their CO’s.

Gaz brushes his hand on your tummy, gently pushing it down – you were prepared, of course, so much lube was out in your glossy folds, with Soap’s mouth buried deep between your legs, until you felt you’re going to pass out from the sheer amount of orgasm he was edging out of you. There is a reason why Johnny isn’t allowed to eat you out when Ghost isn’t around – his self-control is non-existent when push comes to your cunt and the tongue he can shove in.

You feel like you’re going to burst when you finally hear the door opening. When you finally hear Captain – his tired, gruff voice, the way Ghost’s jacket silently hits the ground as they start to undress. Usually, you’re made to greet them with kisses and your soft lips on their cocks if they feel particularly tired. Usually, you’re made to wait for them in the bedroom, with their sergeants gently playing with you because, of course, you’re the property of all four of them, no matter the power dynamic.

Nothing is usual now – you’re laying under a Christmas tree, naked and aroused, your pussy is all puffy and swollen from Soap’s tongue, your body is tied up with red ribbons Gaz was using. You want to be good for them, and so you lay here, hoping your obedience will be enough for a few more climaxes. Ghost is the first to put his hands on you.

Kneading your breasts, gently forcing his rough fingers on your exposed nipples, you’re so sweet for him, so perfect, laid out like a beautiful gift – he can only groan in arousal as he slowly pushes the ribbons from your chest, taking in the view of your hardened buds and bite marks – evidence of Kyle taking his mark while he was tying you up. You might have been apprehensive about the whole idea, but you’re playing the role of a gift perfectly – just like you should.

— Bloody hell, love. So pretty for us.

— She was such a good girl for us, Lt. Didnae even resisted much. ~ — Is that right, sweetheart?

You can only nod, your mouth stuffed with a pretty gag – you’re drooling all around it, looking fucking adorable as you try and look as harmless as possible. No reason to provoke them now when they already made it clear just how many orgasms they are going to take from you tonight.

Ghost smiles under his mask, his hands moving to play with your lower tummy, squeezing the soft flesh and teasing your folds – you’re soft and pliable for them, spread out like a perfect toy. The most desirable thing they could ever find under a Christmas tree.

Price caresses your face with a softness you didn’t know a man of his position could have. He kisses you, and his whiskers tickle your soft skin – you aren’t sure if you can even handle him being so damn gentle about everything. He laughs as you try to wiggle out of Ghost’s grasp, their hands laying on your body – bruises and marks are scattered across your skin, making you the perfect canvas. Gosh, you’re beautiful – John doesn’t even know what they did to deserve such a little treat. — Such a pretty display for us, eh?

— Sergeants outdid themselves this time.

— You bet they did. Are you goin’ to behave for us, love?

Price smiles when you whimper, spreading your legs like a pretty toy. Ghost already pushing you to the ground, forcing his way in between your thighs – you’re so open for them, vulnerable to the tip of his cock pressing in your folds already. Soap did a good job eating you out, even Simon’s cock won’t be too much – not after the way Gaz was spreading you on three of his fingers, smiling with each of your little attempts at moans. You know the night is going to be long.

#cod #cod x reader #call of duty #captain price x reader #price x reader #john price #captain john price #soap #soap x reader #soap mw2 #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #dark ghost #dark 141 #141 x reader #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick

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yoonzinuhh · 7 months

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RUN TO YOU

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : reader x seungcheol,reader x mingyu (NOT A POLY !)

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : office au. boss x worker,co workers,fluff,smut,comfort,hurt,angst.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : few curse words. mentions about past sex (no actual smut scenes) that’s it.

𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 : this is purely fiction. i have no intentions in sexualising any artist. just for entertainment purposes. let me know if you want to be tagged !

series list , episode1 , episode3

episode2.

you’re fucked. its just the first day and you’re already running late because you wanted to fuck some random hot guy. and you messing up the train hasn’t helped you at all.

but damn here you are standing infront of this building that has god knows how many floors,shining through your eyes just like it did 7 years ago. this was your dream company. you worked so hard in college and internships so you could finally work under this brand business. and to think that you kinda messed up your first day..well it’s fine you’re just late by what..5 minutes OH FUCK 15 MINUTES ALREADY.

“good morning. where’s the meeting for freshers being conducted ?”

“good morning to you too. its in the 8th floor. you’ll have a board directing you. have a good day,all the best” says the receptionist with the hugest smile.

it’s all the little things that could actually make you feel positive the whole day.

well well well you feel your body heat up with anxiety when you see the room already filled with people and the meeting has already started.

trying to get inside with no traces of entering “OUH” here we go,you just got your pinky toe hit by one of the chairs. being twenty four and nothing could change your clumsiness,truly.

“i’m sorry haha” you respond to all the eyes that’s on you silently sitting next to someone.

“hi” he whispers. you just nod because you can’t afford to have your name called out right after what you did.

“i’m mingyu !” he whispers again glancing at your direction.

“y/n” you just smile and nod once again. the speech started again distracting you both.

“that’s all the information you all would need. the teams would be split based on the department with one senior head. hopefully you guys would enjoy your job. feel free to contact us anytime.” oh she’s done.

having your little convo with mingyu,who is apparently in the same business field as you,your ceo comes by reading your name tags.

“good luck to both of you for getting into the business team in such a young age.” she says with an elegant smile.

“you both will be assisted by your head,my son- just a minute- SEUNGCHEOL !!” she turns back and waves at a guy..oh god..OH GOD.

your eye’s physically widens. throat drying. you’re about to cry. no way..no way you just fucked your ceo’s son the night before..didn’t you..

his eyes meets yours and you see his widen too after seeing you. you just divert looking away.

“keep talking to them sweetie,i’ll go and meet up with the next team” she smiles at the three of you and walks away.

“sooo hi to mingyu aanddd y/n who was late on her first day of work..because?” you’re fucked up,again.

you just awkwardly smile at him because WHO WOULD’VE EVER THOUGHT.

smirking he just leads you both to your work space,talking about what you’ll be doing,about work and all that. you could feel his stare on the corridors,the lift,the working area,the EVERYWHERE.

well who would’ve thought your first day would be this way.

“so this is where we will be working. you can find all the files inside the lockers on floor 3. i’ll be on and off so you can just contact me through the official number. for now i’m leaving.” he winks at you and you just look down at the speed of a thunder. oof atleast he’s gone.

“what’s with you and mr.choi ?”

whipping your head at mingyu’s direction you just freeze because..yeah..no.

“nothing. i’m just anxious i think.”

“cool. anyways can i have your number??”

“HUH”

“what ! we’re going to work together until how many ever years we’ll need it come on.”

“uh yeah right haha” at this point you’re just fake laughing at anything and everything because you still can’t process what happened the whole day.

to be honest everything else about this day was good. the office was amazing,just like you thought. you were going to work under something that you loved,fashion.

you loved fashion business and your parents were terribly against it. but god you fought. fought so bad to be here. to do something you love.

and mingyu was a good guy too. he was talkative,a good company and you were satisfied of everything except one. seungcheol.

tags : @thepoopdokyeomtouched @leah-rose03 @wonwootakemyheart @aaniag @fragmentof-indifference

#seventeen #svt imagines #svt x reader #svt fanfic #svt fluff #mingyu #mingyu x reader #scoups #scoups fanfic #scoups x reader #svt seungcheol #choi seungcheol #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol smut #seungcheol fanfic #svt series

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sweetlyskz · 2 years

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For Better or for Worse

Chapter One: The Arrangement

Pairing: poly!ot7 x reader

Genre: Mafia Au, Strangers to lovers, yandere Au

warnings: none

November 16, 2015

Fall was always your favorite season of the year. It's when you and your father got to spend the most time with each other. However this year was different than any other.

"What are the streets saying these days, Gwi-Nam?"

"Rumor has it Bangtan just acquired some territory in Gwangju and Islan, right near Seoul", Gwi-Nam told your father. "Next up is Busan."

Your father huffed. "Who is Bangtan?" He asked.

Knock Knock.

Your father was not surprised to see you enter his office so suddenly. After school you would always visit him in his office, knowing that's usually where he is. You waved at Gwi-Nam and plopped in the chair in front of your fathers desk, paying little attention to their conversation.

"Bangtan is a new gang, led by a man named Kim Namjoon. Apparently, he's recruiting people from all over South Korea to Join his gang and has lots of powerful people already lined up" Gwi-Nam answered.

"So your telling me that a rookie gang leader has already obtained two whole territories?" Your father didn't seem as calm as you thought he would be. He honestly looked kind of worried.

"This is not good", he continued. "Any form of contact on this Namjoon kid? Maybe we can turn things around while he's still young and impressionable."

A couple days later and your father was finally able to have a meeting with Bangtan. However, he wasn't just having a meeting with the leader like he was expecting. After Kim Namjoon entered your fathers office, six other bodies followed.

"I apologize for not informing you sooner", Namjoon started. "But these are my partners and co leaders of Bangtan. Therefore, they couldn't miss this meeting."

It was hard to hear the whole conversation between them and your father from outside his office. You eavesdropped as hard as you could before hearing shuffling footsteps. In attempts to hide, you turned the corner into one of the many hallways in your family mansion.

"Listen, we appreciate the offer", You heard one of them say with a condescending tone. "However, there's already seven of us. Its not ideal for Bangtan." Letting curiousity get the better of you, you peeked your head out of the hallway, seeing the gang and your father standing in front of his office doors.

"You wont be able to acquire even a piece of Seoul territory without me", Your father promised.

"Wanna bet?"

While your father and the leader of Bangtan went back and forth, one of the members strayed away, walking in your direction. Did he see you? I mean it sure wasn't the best hiding spot but you tried.

"Jungkook, where are you headed?" He turned back around.

"Hyung, look", The boy pointed to the hallway you where hiding in. Everyone turned their heads to see you peeking out. Now feeling exposed, you walk out into the open, waving at everyone shyly.

"And who may this fine young woman be?" One of the members looked you up and down. Gwi-Nam ran and grabbed your arm, escorting you to your room.

"She is my daughter, and I swear if you even think about-"

"She's very beautiful, sir", Namjoon stated as we walked towards the exit. "I would watch her carefully. Some men might fight to have someone as gorgeous as her by their side."

April 20, 2018

Bangtan had become the Dracula of South Korea. They now owned territory in every single city- even most of Seoul.

"You put up a hell of a good fight I'll tell you that", Namjoon laughed in your fathers face. "You know I bet that I could take Seoul territory by today. Aish, now I owe Jin a meal.”

He rolled his eyes. "I promised you that wouldn't happen, remember? Not unless you let me in on bangtan affairs."

"Well I've obviously proved that I can do it without you. Out of the twenty five districts in Seoul you now only own three of them."

He gulped nervously.

"Face it. You've met your match old man."

This couldn't be the end. It couldn't possibly end like this, at the hands of his enemy and not the hands of old age or retirement. Grasping for straws, your father gets desperate. "What do you want? H-how can I keep my territory?"

Joon sighed. "Well there is one thing you have that I want. You can't get your territory back but if you give me her than I'll let you keep what you have left."

Her.

Namjoon said her.

"You m-mean my..."

"Yes. Our lovely Y/n", He smiled. "Where is she anyway? All the little ones do is talk about her."

Your father felt sick to his stomach. What did he want with you, anyway? "N-no, you can't have her! I won't let you!"

"Listen, I'm trying to be nice here. Do it for Y/n, for your legacy."

He fought tooth and nail to keep you, but it was time to weigh his options and right now this was the best one. Unfortunately, you were still off at college during the time of the arrangement, but Namjoon didn't worry. They'd get to have you when you got back home.

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hanasnx · 7 months

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Kinktober: House of Amateurs - S1E3

MINORS DNI 18+

KRAYT HOUSE M.LIST | NAVI | INBOX | @KRAYTHOUSE

“We should try to peek on him.” Your co-star— Sanna’s words make your jaw drop. Rushing to her own defense, she interjects you as if you’re about to verbally contradict her. “It’s not like he’d mind!”

“I can’t believe you’d say that!” you scold, but her suggestion eats away at your guard. He might not mind, but he’s unpredictable. Regardless if it’s her idea, you’d be an accomplice.

“Well, maybe I’ll get lucky. I’m going.” she insists, and your mouth remains agape, taking offense in being abandoned. You’re quick to clamber up to follow after her.

“Wait for me!” You chase her, but she increases her pace. Grins of thrill appear on both of your faces, yet it’s unclear who’s mirroring the other.

The sound of the shower running coming into earshot quiets the both of you, hushing each other so as to not raise suspicion. You approach the door, and her hands fix on your shoulders as she leans onto your back. As carefully as you’re allowed, you inch open the door, and the weight increases behind you. Playfully, you shove her back so you can creep inside.

You reach the bathroom counter before his voice cuts you off. “What do you girls think you’re doing?” Frozen where you stand, you glance between the drawn shower curtain and Sanna.

“Nothing,” you reply innocently.

“We’re sorry, we didn’t know you were in here, daddy.” she finally speaks up.

“We thought it was one of the other girls.” you’re hasty to add, as if more story will cover up the shame you both feel for being caught embarrassingly fast. It’d be mortifying to confess that you were brought here on the basis of coercing him into fucking the two of you.

“Who?” One simple question. His tone conveys his lack of actual curiosity, and all the condescension of a man confident in his inference. You scramble for a name, any name. Your silence is answer enough, and you hear him scoff. “Well, since you’re here, come help me with this.” Exchanging a look among yourselves, you border the tub, not before discarding your clothes onto the bathroom floor. It’s a risk you’re willing to take if he didn’t mean to invite the two of you inside.

She goes in first, and you trail after. Hot water accumulated in a thin layer at the bottom greets the soles of your feet pleasantly. Standing herculean and picturesque under the faucet, Anakin’s features come into view. How the stream of water breaks at the back of his neck to flow down his relaxed form, how he guides Sanna into him to steal a greeting kiss from her obedient lips, how his tepid hair is curled from the humidity and the tips are heavy and dripping. Even if he’s content, you notice how his brows pinch together constantly, as if nothing truly pleases him, and he’s always dissatisfied over everything put in front of him. A judgmental countenance you fantasize about reversing. As he meets your gaze, you’re already magnetized to him, giving him a greeting kiss of your own as his strong arm wraps around your torso to express his approval for your initiative.

The warmth of another presence approaches, and he directs her into your side, jamming you together as she joins in the kiss. Three pairs of lips melding together tentatively as the heat of the water transfers between bodies during the close proximity. The two of you wrap your arms up around his neck loosely, overlapping one another. He introduces tongue, a soft graze enough to shift the energy, both his limbs wound around the two of you, arching you two into him. The outline of how he hardens apparent against your lower stomach. There’s a desperation to him, as plain as kissing is, Anakin Skywalker enjoys it as a three-way. He hums, deep in his throat, reverberating you. Tongues sliding against one another is enough to make him stoop to grab a handful of ass from both you and her. As if you read her mind, you both nip his lower lip at the same time, earning a growl.

He dips his head between you, brushing his open-mouthed kisses onto your shoulder, and then hers. “Are you gonna help me with this?” he murmurs, repeating his request from earlier. His hands on each of your asses rocking you both into him, seeking out friction through humping his length onto the squished space of your abdomens. As soon as your hand grasps his hard-on, you brush against hers, and you chuckle in spite of yourself. Holding hands over a man’s erection, how romantic. A sharp exhale of breath leaves him, and you support his weight as he relaxes into your touch. How you move in tandem with each other in order to undulate against the sensitive skin of his cock as him rolling his hips into it, fucking into the space you created together.

Your free hand winds around him, nails digging into the skin of his wide back, and a whine spills from his agape mouth, resting his forehead against her shoulder.

He straightens to his full height, and bites down on his lower lip as he continues to buck into the team-effort handjob, aiding you two in jacking himself off. From the force of his movements and his sheer strength, his hands on you rock your entire bodies along with him, and construct a necessity for counterbalance. It doesn’t take him much longer to force the two of you on your knees to work together to finish the job using only your mouths.

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anna1306 · 2 years

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Hi I love your work so much. Could you do an imagine where the lost boys walks into the reader being stabbed non-stop by her best friend in her room?

I'm back! I will try not to disappear for so much time, especially since my vacation is coming soon, so expect me to write more c:

Deception

Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mention of blood, near-death state

It was your "alone night". You did that once or twice every month. You loved the boys to death and back, but you still needed your time alone. Since you weren't turned, they tried to spend most of the nights with you. But you had couple of nights "for sleep" and "alone-time". And yes, these were different types. Even in "sleep nights" they came to you, and you often woke up, snuggling to them.

This time you decided to spend this "alone night" with your friend. You hadn't seen each other for a long time, so it was good timing. You decided you would throw movie night, some sleepover, wine and relaxation at your house. She agreed with much enthusiasm.

First part of your sleepover was cool. You watched couple of movies, not really following the plot, just discussing something and occasionally joking on stupid ideas of main characters and plot twists. You both had already eaten half of your snacks, and just had a good time altogether.

"Oh, I missed you, my darling, so much." You breathed out contently, smiling at her. "We need to meet more often."

"Well, it's not me who always have some other plans, Miss Sorry-Another-Time." Your friend snorted, sipping on her soda.

"I told you I'm sorry. The boys are very demanding and very territorial, they, like, try to get attention every night, sometimes it's too much..." You groaned. You loved the boys. But sometimes...

"Wait-wait-wait, hold on a minute. Who are 'boys'?" Your friend looked at you questionably. You gasped.

"No shit... I haven't told you about them?! My mind is a mess apparently." You laughed, sitting more comfortably on your bed and getting ready for ton of questions. "I am in a relationship with four guys."

"Shut it." You friend looked at you clearly in shock, the drink long forgotten. "Four guys? Really? How did you manage to do this?!"

"Well... It kinda just... Happened?" You shrugged, not really remembering the exact reason why the guys got interested in you in the first place. It seemed so long ago and didn't mean anything now, when you were all together. "It's bikers from the Boardwalk you told me to stay away from. As you can guess, I didn't particularly stay away, so..."

"WHAT?!" You jumped slightly from the volume of her voice. You looked at her questionably with nervous smile, while her look was more of shock and something you couldn't pinpoint exactly.

"What?"

"You are dating David and his gang?!"

"Yeah... You know I always wondered why it's always David and the co, why no one seem to remember others' name, they have them. And they are all known for many reasons. Like Dwayne "the brooding one", Marko always pick a fight, Paul is... Paul. Yet it's always David and the others." You tried to joke about it and change the theme, yet your friend remained in her own mind. You couldn't really grasp the reason as to why she was so tensed about your relationship. And your poor attempt at joke didn't even phase her.

"I told you they are bad thing, Y/N!" She stood up from the floor and sat on your bed near you, looking at you almost accusingly "They are bad for you. And..."

"They are not bad! They are actually very caring and sweet. Occasionally teasing and rude, yes, but only with someone else. Not with me." You took your friend's hands in yours. "I am safe with them, I promise."

"You don't understand. They are bad beyond bad. Plus... I can't imagine you all together. Sorry, but you are way too different."

"I... Really don't understand what you mean." You furrowed your brows, clearly confused by her words.

"Maybe I'm overestimating the whole situation with them being the most dangerous things out there, I don't know. I'm just looking out for you. You need someone softer. And they need someone more bad-looking. More confident. Stronger. Like look at me, I am more rock and gothic and fitting them, if you ask me. And you are cute, soft, not... Their type." You raised brow at this statement. Was this supposed to be hurtful? Your best friend was telling you that you are no match for your boyfriends, more so, that you are not confident or strong. And she was more "fitting". Alright, it was hurtful...

"I am confident and strong. Look, it's not up for discussion. I love them. They love me. I thought you would be glad to know I finally found someone who would love me romantically!"

"Not with them!" She straight up screamed at you. You even winced from it, looking at her in shock. She took a deep breath and lowered her head, letting go of your handa. For a minute there was silence, each of you in your thoughts. "Sorry, I'm just... I'm really worried for you, you know? There are strange things, and you with them and I know what bad boys like them do with... Whatever, it's just a lot. Sorry. Can you bring me some water? And we will discuss it."

"In civilised manner?" You raised brow at her. She scoffed and nodded.

"I promise I'll do everything to the best of my abilities." You smiled softly at that, standing up and going to the kitchen.

Your friend was always a bit weird. She was into dark stuff, gothic sometimes, reading about all the mystical stuff there was. So no wonder she thought the boys were something more dangerous than they seemed. And they were - you knew their secret pretty well. But that reaction was very weird even for her. You thought she would be supportive. Not accusing you and trying to convince you to break up with them. Not telling you that you weren't good enough.

Maybe she was just worried for you, but it was overwhelming. Still you hoped it was initial reaction and not something serious. There couldn't be some dark thoughts behind it, right? You shook your head at this. You should stop reading David's horror books, you becoming paranoid like him. Putting these thoughts aside, you went back with the bottle of water.

"Here." You smiled, entering the room and sitting on the bed near her. Your friend was facing away from you, rummaging through her bag, and you furrowed your brows a bit at this. She seemed very nonchalant opposed to several minutes before this. Finally, she sighed and stopped.

"Thanks..." She quietly took the bottle and glanced at you. "So you won't leave them?"

"Nope. And I honestly don't think they would let me. They are very possessive, you know? What's up with you?" She had that strange look around her, you even moved a bit from her, not understanding anything.

"It's a shame, really..."

***

"... really, really, really bad feeling." Paul had whined for about five minutes. Even Dwayne, the calmest out of all of them, was at the end of his patience.

"We had a deal with Y/N, remember?" David tried to reason with him. This time - the last one. He was done. He didn't know if drowning Paul in the ocean would be a good idea or dropping him in the trashcan was better. "One night every two weeks - alone time. You agreed to it as well."

"I know!" Paul exclaimed, jumping on one place. "But there is something I don't know... Some bad feeling."

"We can just check up on her to be sure that she's okay." Marko offered, feeling nerves of his friend and getting anxious too. "It won't be interfering if she won't notice."

"Personal space, guys." Dwayne tried to remind them why Y/N even asked them for "alone night" in the first place. David looked between all of them and sighed. He was against her being alone in the first place, so giving in was easy.

"We'll just take a look. If everything's okay, no one will say anything to her." Paul eagerly nodded, agreeing to this, and he and Marko already took off to some dark place in the Boardwalk, so they could fly. David looked at Dwayne and shrugged. Paul won't calm down any other way, and that could be dangerous. Plus, his nerves got to all of them. They had to be sure you were okay.

In a minute four figures were flying from the Boardwalk to your house. They were silent, each of them in their thoughts. David thought that they should have been with you 24/7 from the start. Dwayne hoped the boys won't spill the beans later and you won't be mad at them. Paul was still stuck on this worried feeling. And Marko tried not to think and overthink all of it. It usually ended not so good for him.

"Wait... Do you smell it?" Marko furrowed his brows, smelling something, but not entirely understanding what it was. Something sweet and familiar, like...

"Blood." Dwayne's eyes met with David's. They didn't drink your blood regularly, but your smell was too familiar. He glanced at the direction of your house and all four of them just rushed to it, not even discussing it.

David sent the caution and everything out of the window. To hell with the neighbours who could see them. More so, no matter how mad you would be about them ruining your alone-time, he had to make sure that you were okay. So he busted through your window, wishing for it to be just their misunderstanding, or something small. His hopes were failed.

He didn't think that there would be a day where he would see you, sprawled on the floor of your room with your best friend on top of you. Stabbing you. Non-stop. And by the looks of it, it had gone for some time. David was surprised to hear your heart still being alive, even if barely.

He darted to your friend, just throwing her off of you, not caring for her safety, when she crashed into the wall, leaving a dent. Dwayne, following him, darted to you, checking your body with multiple wounds.

"You..." David growled at the scared girl, clutching to the knife, covered in blood. Paul screamed from his back, and Marko almost ran to the girl with bared fangs. He would have killed her if not for David, stopping his friend. He wanted her to suffer, holding back every urge to just tear her apart.

"David..." Dwayne called out to him. The vampire turned to him, seeing his flickering eyes. Even his self-control flew to shit when the air was filled with the thick scent of your blood. With the puddle under your body and so... Much... Blood. Your breath was very quiet and raspy. David knew what it meant.

"Don't kill her." Was all he said to others.

"But David, she..." Marko looked at him angrily, soon joined by Paul at his side, with vampiric face, control long forgotten. David glared at them both.

"Do not kill her. You'll do it fast, and I want her alive for some time before she got to rot in hell." He snarled at the girl and darted to you, sure that the boys wouldn't disobey his order.

You struggled to breath, struggled to look at anything, to say something. But you recognized Dwayne's jacket from up close and then tobacco smell. You let yourself a little smile.

"S... Sorry, she was... Fast, I..." You whimpered, almost not making a sound, but they heard it all. David shook his head and kissed your forehead.

"It's okay, kitten. You were strong enough to wait for us. Now we take you with us." He put a hand under your head and raised it a bit. "You just have to do one last thing for me. For us."

"And... That is?" Your vision was blurry, so you only saw the figure of David. You didn't see him doing anything, only felt something near your mouth, and that "something" was dripping on your lips.

"Drink."

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Hi, new to tumblr. I have liked Poppy and Zena for a couple years now. I watched them pretty regularly; agreed with some of their takes, didn't really comment with others, but that's ok. Their streams were frequently informative, entertaining and dramarific- 3 things I always love.

Over the past 6 months+ my opinions been changing. The constant talking about their poly relationships was weird. There was a lot of drama, and then I read Milena's (who I didn't/don't know) and it really left a bad taste in my mouth.

And then the falling out with Courtney was just....it was so apparent that they were not in the right but were trying to focus on essentially inconsequential things (like Courney "threatening to dox Poppy" or "threatening to beat up Poppy", etc.) to completely try and pivot people's attention away from why Courtney got mad in the first place. And come on- Courney always struck me as a bit country and country girls talk like that. They weren't serious, intentional threats; they were things said in anger to try and get Poppy to not share any of the photos CO had sent her without CO's permission. This seems so clear to me.

One thing- the biggest thing- that really started to bother me with some of these dramas is that, somehow, whenever P&Z had a falling out with someone, it was never, EVER their fault. I'm fact, it was always 100% always the other party's fault and they refused to ever even attempt to take *any* responsibility for anything. And life....just rarely, if ever, works like that.

The other things that bugs me were the constant bitching about "ZZ erasure" as if this is some inexplicable, grave injustice. Now, I will say that I still kind of like Zena (Poppy too, even tho the criticisms are mounting), but this is such a load of shit. It's very, very obvious: the two of them co-host the channel. Poppy does like 90% of the talking, she's more lively and loud and seemingly extroverted than Zena. Zena just comes across as kind of introverted and more quiet, even a bit detached sometimes. You can't do that and then expect people to react to you the same way they they react to your loud, confident partner who takes the lead every time they post.

The last thing is I did follow Poppy and Noelle's relationship on Twitter, and it seemed super intense, super quickly. But ok, whatever. It happens. I saw the mention of Poppy having a convo with a friend who said that it sounded like rape, but Poppy said that the pov was interesting enough to share it on Twitter, but she didn't quite believe it. Then I saw her move from that position to full-on embracing that it was SA. How? Because the other party wasn't sure if she wanted to continue the relationship at the time? That's not sexual assault, buttercup.

Also, I seem to have just read here that Noelle (noehflake) is 20 years old. 20?! I thought they were in their 30s at least! Can anyone corroborate this? Then I saw some weird context-less announcements on the Discord server about how anyone who questions whether or not this was SA was out of the community. Whaa?

Anyway, thanks for having me an- again- I'm new to Tumbr. Please feel free to tell me anything I'm doing wrong.

#courtney peet #poppy and zena #poppy&zena #melina

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Could I please request poly blackbonnet x fem reader smut?

The Kraken, The Lighthouse, and The Siren (Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet/Female Reader)

Author’s Note*: Thank you so much for your request, I hope you enjoy! I traveled and then got COVID throughout the process of writing this so I apologize for the delay. I feel like I'm incapable of writing smut without plot, so hopefully the little backstory and build-up I included is cohesive and adds to the experience. I also see and love all the requests in my inbox (requests are still closed at this time), and I will get to work on them soon. Thanks again!

*I also wanted to say that I received some...interesting comments and messages when I announced this fic. I personally view Ed and Stede as bisexual, as I identify this way, and I find it comforting to believe that two of my favorite characters may identify the same way as I. Yes, this is technically a headcannon, and I acknowledge this, but I believe the way that each character is represented in ofmd is done so in a fluid manner, allowing for open discourse and creation around the topic. I felt the need to say this to respond indirectly to the messages I received, and I wanted to let you all know that I am constantly learning and listening to what each of you have to say. I am grateful to have built my own following in a corner of the internet where we can all be open and supportive of each other. Thank you all for being here, and I look forward to writing for you more!

Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40400847

Content Warnings/General Themes: ⚠ 18+ content: by reading this you affirm you are over the age of 18 years or over the age of maturity as stated in your regional or local guidelines. AFAB! Female-Identifying Reader (female pronouns/terms of endearment used), Bi! Edward Teach/Blackbeard, Bi! Stede Bonnet, making out, love confessions, mentions of eating/refusing food, oral (male/female receiving), 'Captain' kink, spit kink, dom/sub undertones, very slight hurt/comfort, threesome, p-in-v smut, lots of swearing, choking

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 9,434 (oh my god)

It had all happened so fast.

You had been taken in as a stowaway aboard the Revenge by none other than the Gentleman Pirate, after he found you stranded at sea. Your previous captain and crew had nearly thrown you overboard after finding out your ‘secret identity’, muttering something about how it was bad luck to even have you on board in the first place. You felt rightfully frustrated at this policy–you had just as much right to be there as any of them, not to mention the fact that you had saved their asses countless times and sacrificed your own true identity for the sake of simply being on the ship.

Whatever, they were just sexist assholes; at least, that’s what the so-called ‘Blackbeard’ had said to you upon your arrival at your new home at sea. Both he and his ‘co-captain’–because apparently that was a thing–were quick to assure you that you were welcome on the Revenge, no matter your background. Stede had been the one to ensure that you were comfortable in your new surroundings, introducing you to the other crew and even setting aside some clothes for you to wear and letting you crash on his couch, as everything you had accumulated over the years was left behind on the other ship.

You were surprised at their kindness, as you had heard mixed rumors about each of them. Blackbeard–or Ed, as you now knew him as–certainly had a reputation that made you a bit hesitant to get close to him. The same was true for Stede as well, but for all the opposite reasons. While Ed was painted as some sort of relentless killer, Stede had been described as an amateur, who had paid his way to piracy. You now knew those things weren’t entirely true, and each of them amounted to much more than their reputations. And to be honest, you couldn’t help but feel drawn to the ways in which they prove those generalizations to be inaccurate. Seeing Blackbeard engage in crew bonding exercises, and Captain Bonnet order people around, never fails to make you smile. And turn you on. But that was a whole different story.

Recently, tensions had been high amongst the crew of the Revenge. With your previous crew still holding a grudge, as well as the English Crown constantly on all of your asses for, well, existing; nearly everyone was on edge. Even Stede, who was usually able to be a source of guidance and light during difficult situations, had confined himself to his room, trying to determine the best course of action. Seeing him like that, in such a state of panic and uncertainty, it made you want to do something–anything–to get him out of that headspace.

As Stede continued to isolate himself, you eventually shared your thoughts with Ed, and he agreed that something needed to be done. Over the course of a week or so, the two of you had gathered up supplies at various trading posts, and gained insight about a private island that had apparently been captured by a mutual friend of yours, who gladly allowed you entry–of course, after Ed had threatened the man in order to ensure that he wasn’t leading you and the rest of the crew into a trap. The man had insisted he was telling the truth and you had to believe him–especially after Ed had nearly broken the poor guy's wrist after pinning him against a wall over the course of the–very heated–conversation. It was hot as fuck.

Maybe that was why you let him kiss you the night you returned from your little escapade. Actually, it was more like an all-out makeout session, complete with lip-biting and the occasional gasp for air. You had been preparing to cook a feast that was sure to keep everyone well fed for however long you were to stay anchored at the island, and just as you left it to cook you were greeted with a hungry-looking Ed in the doorway of the galley. Of course, in the moment, you didn’t realize just what he was actually hungry for–even offering to cook him something to hold him over until dinner. The smug bastard had actually belly-laughed at that, refusing your offer but asking if he could kiss you instead, making heat flood to your cheeks.

How in the everloving fuck did you not pick up on Blackbeard trying to flirt with you? Regardless, you gave into his request, and that’s how you found yourself perched atop the counter with Ed between your legs, his hands wandering across the top half of your body as you lost yourself in his lips and soft touches.

You were pretty sure multiple crew members had walked in on the two of you, probably chatting among themselves about the scene they had–unknowingly–committed themselves to. It was quite a sight–you, the innocent stowaway, caged in by the big bad Blackbeard, his lips molding to yours while his leather-clad lower half pressed into your core.

Eventually, he was the one who broke the kiss, mumbling something about how he was needed on the upper deck, and with one final peck on the lips, he was off. You checked on the food and covered it, setting it aside for later. You took a portion of it out and tasted it, before placing a serving into a bowl just as you had done for the past couple nights.

During Stede’s ‘retreat’ of sorts, he had often neglected to eat, always offering some type of excuse or claiming that he was too busy. You were grateful, however, that Stede did eat when you brought him food. You always stayed with him when he ate, allowing him to share whatever thoughts had crossed his mind as of recently regardless of the fact that you generally saw him three times a day or more. You couldn’t help but feel protective of him, constantly checking on him and ensuring he was alright. One day in particular, when he clearly didn’t want anything to do with, well, anything, you laid with him and soothed him as best you could, holding his hand when he started overthinking and entering into a state of crisis, as well as sharing some stories from your childhood and listening to his.

Yeah, so basically, you had fallen for Stede. And now Ed, apparently, if your impromptu makeout session meant anything. Besides the reputation-based rumors you had heard upon boarding the ship, you had also heard that the two men may have been more than just friends. You observed firsthand the selfless way in which they seemed to care for each other, not to mention the lingering stares and small moments of intimacy they would share in passing. Cosmically, it all seemed right to you–like the three of you fit together. The only thing you wished was that you were included in their little…whatever they had going on. Stede and Ed were like two opposite ends of a spectrum, the Kraken and the Lighthouse, with you, the Siren, balancing them out in the middle–a perfect combination of rigidity and debonair.

It just made sense; which may have been why you shared your thoughts with Stede in the first place. You had shared a few drinks with him one night, trying to make him laugh despite all the things on his mind, and casually let it slip that you could see yourself with him and Ed. Both of you laughed off the idea, but part of you wished that he took your feelings to heart and perhaps even acted on them.

At least you had Ed–kind of; if you could count randomly making out in the kitchen as something.

You were drawn out of your thoughts as you approached the door to yours and Stede’s shared room, knocking in a pattern that Stede knew as yours.

“Come in!” You heard through the door, in Stede’s distinct inflection. You were glad to hear he still had the chipper, optimistic tone of voice you had come to love even when he was left to his own devices.

“How’s it going tonight, Captain?” You asked him, and he smiled at the term of authority-turned nickname you often used.

“Not too bad, but I certainly missed my favorite meal-delivery person–who also happens to be my roommate and personal chef!” He said, eyes warm as you approached him and handed him his dinner.

“Not to burst your bubble or anything, Stede, but today I cooked for everyone. I don’t think that makes me–”

“Yeah, I heard. Ed told me all about it.” He said, in a relatively serious and knowing tone.

Your eyes widened. Helping out on the upper deck, my ass, you thought, recalling the bullshit excuse Ed had given you earlier.

“Listen…Stede…what happened between me and Ed, it was a heat of the moment thing,” you started, carefully gauging his reaction as you went on. “I don’t even know if I have fully processed it myself, and I know I love spending time with you as well, and I heard the two of you are also kinda a thing-”

“Darling, I’m not mad. I was the one who told Ed to make a move in the first place.” He said, nonchalantly taking a bite of his meal.

Your brow furrowed as you took a moment to collect yourself. “Wait…seriously?” You cautiously sat down next to Stede as he continued to eat, who paused slightly to nod his head, confirming your suspicions.

He raised the fork he was using to eat and gestured towards you as he spoke once more. “Poor Ed couldn’t get you off his mind and came to me for advice and obviously because I have such a great track-record of relationships under my belt, I told him to do whatever felt right, which was apparently to corner you in the kitchen and make out like teenagers, if I heard him correctly?”

You snorted at the description he gave, realizing how accurate it truly was. You took a moment to lock eyes with Stede, finding comfort in the earnest and sincere look he had on his face. You reached out and placed a hand on his cheek, figuring that you should probably tell him how you felt if you already made it to–at least–second base with his other half.

“Stede, I…” You let your hand slide down to his shoulder, offering some pressure to work his tense muscles.

“Go on darling, I’m listening.” He offered, placing his dish out of the way so you could have his full attention.

“I really like you. Both of you. And, like, I think you know but also I didn’t know how this was going to work,” you said, gesturing between you, him, and an imaginary third-party. “Ed and I were planning something to cheer you up, and I think he caught on during all that and I honestly should have told you–”

Stede cut you off once again, this time with his lips on yours. Even though you had been affectionate with him before and more physically comfortable with him as you shared a room with him, you found yourself shocked at his sudden advance. You welcomed it, obviously, but you almost couldn’t believe that you were really kissing Stede.

As you deepened the kiss, you noticed his style of kissing was far more gentle and rhythmic than Ed’s more chaotic and sloppy method. Stede took the time to really feel the curve of your lips on his own, savoring the lingering taste of sugar and dough that had come as a result of you tasting the meal you had just prepared.

You moved to sit on his lap, straddling his thighs while he moved his lips to your neck and jaw. You gasped at the action, not expecting him to kiss you in those sensitive regions. You softly ran your hands along his shoulders and back, massaging and rubbing what you could reach. This was certainly a way to relieve some of his stress, that’s for sure.

Just as you started to get into a good rhythm, Stede pulled back, looking up at you with one of the most genuine smiles you had seen on him since he entered his funk.

“I would love to sit here and do this with you all night, my love, but we should rest up for tomorrow–we’ve got a big day ahead of us.”

You tilted your head to the side and furrowed your brow, curious as to what he was on about.

At your quizzical response, Stede continued. “We’re dropping anchor at the island tomorrow, remember?” You rolled your eyes at Ed’s lack of ability to keep his mouth shut. “Yeah, Ed let that slip too,” he continued, “...and…hopefully you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of suggesting that you, Ed, and I get our own private bungalow…if you catch my drift.” He said, waving his eyebrows at the last bit.

Yeah, you totally caught his drift. Now all you had to do was survive through the night and following day without going completely weak at the knees.

You awoke the next morning feeling literally better than ever. The ship was anchored at a lovely part of the island that allowed you to see white sand and clear water for miles, with a few living spaces and natural flora strewn about. Stede had woken you up with a kiss on the forehead, before letting you know he was going to scope out the island with Ed and a few others. You had taken your time in getting ready, dolling yourself up a bit to embrace the relaxing vibes.

As you made your way onto solid land–after greeting a rather cheerful Lucius and sharing a few words with Jim–you nearly tripped over your feet when your eyes locked onto the scene unfolding in front of you.

Stede and Ed were doing what you could only describe as ‘frolicking’ in the water along the beach. Your eyes immediately traveled to Ed’s bare chest, and the various tattoos that adorned his body. He hadn’t seen you yet, so luckily he couldn’t embarrass you about ogling over him just yet, but you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off of him in the meantime.

That is, until Stede came into view. He emerged from the water, looking like the culmination of every fantasy you had had about the seemingly innocent man. Unlike Ed, he had chosen to leave his white undershirt on, with the top buttons undone. The way his broad chest glistened in the sunlight with droplets of water and slightest hint of sweat, as well as how the transparency of the wet shirt allowed you to see his form, had you clenching your thighs together and swallowing the saliva that had unknowingly accumulated in your mouth.

Damn, they were hot. And come to think of it–you were too. The heat index had to be skyrocketing on this particular day, and the sun reflecting off the crashing waves did little to cool you. With another swallow for good measure, you began your descent down the sloped beach, leaving your shoes in the sand as you approached the two men in the water.

“Hello darling! We were just wondering when you might turn up,” Stede said, flashing his signature smile in your direction.

“Yeah, I was starting to think you blew us off to go hang out with Jim or some shit,” Ed added.

You rolled your eyes, stepping closer to the two men. “First of all, there is other important…business…that Jim can get up to on their own other than ‘hanging out’ with me, thank you very much,” you said, gesturing at the person in question to further what you were saying. “And second,” you continued, glancing between the two men, “I wanted to see what you two were up to.”

Ed pursed his lips and let out a huff. “Hmm, that’s funny.”

“What?” You shot back.

He turned to face you. “Nothing, I’m just trying to figure out where in that little speech of yours that you were going to explain why you were drooling over us a minute ago,” Ed said, with a cocky, shit-eating grin on his face.

Your eyes widened, and if Stede hadn’t been there as well you would have seriously considered slapping the look straight off of Ed’s face. Or kissing it off. Or both.

Stede moved to stand between you and the other man. “Now, now, Ed. Stop teasing Y/N! We’re supposed to be relaxing, remember?!” You couldn’t help but realize how much Stede looked like a father scolding his rambunctious child at that moment. Sometimes you forgot the man was a father outside of his life of piracy, and to be honest, you couldn’t help but find that rather–

Ed interrupted your thoughts. “Well Y/N certainly seems to be relaxing, if you know what I mean...”

You moved past Stede so that you were face to face with Ed. “Edward Teach, you are going to fucking GET IT!” You said, highlighting your statement with an–almost comically lackluster–splash.

Ed feigned surprise, using a hand to cover his open mouth. “Yeah? Don’t start something you aren’t going to finish, sweetheart,” he said, hesitating before doing anything in response. The action itself was kind of cute, but you weren’t in the mood for cute–you were out for blood.

“You should tell yourself that,” you said with a sly smile, before lunging towards him and splashing him a few times in rapid succession, noticing the way Stede seemed to be debating between running for the hills and stepping between the two of you once more. As Stede opted for a sort-of middle ground where he almost seemed to be supervising the two of you, Ed had begun splashing you in response, effectively soaking your upper half. Of course, you had opted to wear a blouse similar to the one Stede was currently wearing (as he had loaned it to you upon arrival), so you were certain the two men in front of you were getting quite the view of your form.

You closed your eyes as Ed’s splashes became too overwhelming, and you missed the way each of the men followed the curve of your body as you raised your hands above your head in surrender and said “that’s enough!”

With one final flick of water which earned him a look of annoyance from you, Ed halted his actions.

You lowered your arms and wiped any remaining water from your face and eyes, shaking your arms and upper body to try and dry what you could. Stede approached you at this point, his hand connecting with your cheek as he angled your head up so his eyes could meet yours.

“Did he go too hard on you?” He innocently asked, but you couldn’t help but laugh at the innuendo that the statement insinuated. Stede smiled in response, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. Of course, the sweet moment was interrupted by the grey-haired pirate who you nearly forgot was standing near you.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t help but feel like I’m interrupting something here…” he said, and you were reminded that you hadn’t had the chance to tell him about the moment you shared with Stede the previous night. Your fears, however, were relieved by Stede chuckling and inviting Ed to join the two of you, which led you to assume that Stede had already filled him in.

You reached out for Ed as he approached you, stroking your hand up and down his toned arm when he was within reach. “For the record, I was only staring earlier because I enjoy seeing the mighty Blackbeard frolicking on the beach in my free time.”

He laughed a genuine laugh at that. “Sure, Y/N, you keep telling yourself that. Whatever you have to do to sleep at night.”

You glanced between him and Stede before speaking again. “Right…so about sleeping…” you broached, and once you received confused looks from each of them, you continued on. “Stede told me about our…uh…sleeping arrangements tonight…”

“And, let me guess, you can’t stop thinking about what’s to come?” Stede added, as if he was reading your mind.

You nodded, suddenly feeling a little flustered at both your close proximity to the two men as well as from the effects of the warm sun on your skin. You saw Ed smirk out of the corner of your eye at your admission, and then felt him walk up behind you and wrap his arms around your middle.

“Is this okay?” He asked, moving your hair to the side to reveal your neck.

“Of course,” you responded, locking eyes with Stede as Ed started kissing your neck and jaw. As you moved your head to the side to allow him better access, you locked eyes with Stede, who had moved to be directly in front of you. “Can I touch you?” You asked him, and were immediately met with him frantically nodding.

As Ed reached around to untuck the shirt you were wearing to access your skin underneath, you reached your own hands up to where Stede’s shirt had opened, and ran your fingers over his bare chest. You stroked your hands up and down, then used the collar of his shirt to pull him in for a kiss.

You moved to deepen the kiss, effectively sandwiching yourself between the two men, and you could sense the raw, primal desire each of the men had for you. You could also feel it in the way Stede’s kiss was all teeth and tongue, and how Ed’s tightening pants behind you rubbed against your ass.

You pulled away from Stede but continued your actions with your hands, turning your head to be in line with Ed’s ear. “When was the last time you had a proper fuck?” You asked him, kissing his earlobe as you waited for a response.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, sweetheart?” He nearly growled, accentuating his statement by gripping your hips tightly. “Do you think about me like that? Think about us, like that? Huh?”

You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off by an obscenely loud–and incredibly inconvenient–whistle from behind you. You, Ed, and Stede were off each other in an instant, heads whipping towards the source of the sound. What you weren’t prepared for, was to see nearly the entire crew of the Revenge making their way towards you.

Stede greeted his crew with a wave, making his way towards them and beckoning you over in the process.

Yeah, this was going to be a long day.

The night had fallen, as had your heart, after the events of the day. Besides the obligatory vacation and crew festivities that kept you busy, you couldn’t help but anxiously await the anticipated events of the night.

Stede and Ed had their fun with you nearly the entire day, mostly through lingering touches and hushed conversations, doing nothing to make the time spent with the crew pass any quicker. You had eventually called it quits as the sun began to set, excusing yourself as you headed towards your rather luxurious living quarters for the night, which is where you found yourself now.

You glanced up from where you were perched on perhaps the largest bed you had ever seen. From your position, you could see the gorgeous living room that had greeted you upon arrival, as well as the kitchen and stairs to the guest room. You assumed that you would be sleeping there tonight, but upon locating the bed that nearly swallowed you whole, you figured that you and your two companions could all fit here.

A knock at the front door had you up in an instant. The knock was accompanied by an “anybody home?” that was far too chipper to be anyone other than Stede.

You opened the door once you reached it, smiling upon realizing that Ed had tagged along with Stede. “Hey boys!” You greeted, backing up to allow them inside. What you didn’t anticipate, however, was for Ed to barge in before Stede and push you up against the nearest wall, his hands finding your hips while his lips found yours. It was a filthy kiss, clearly only initiated to bring about…something more. Something that you had been thinking about for the better part of your time with the captains of the Revenge.

You pulled back–much to Ed’s dismay–and immediately cradled his face as you began to speak, hearing Stede approach you from behind, similar to the position you found yourself in just hours ago.

“So…” you droned on, angling yourself so that you could get a look at both men.

“So…” Stede replied, smirking at your sudden bashfulness.

Ed grunted and gripped your hips, drawing your attention back to him. “Do you want this sweetheart?” He asked sweetly, genuine concern in his eyes. “Want us?” He added, before leaning back to gauge your reaction.

You looked between him and Stede with a smirk, before responding. “I’ve wanted this for longer than you could ever know.”

Stede raised an eyebrow at that. “Is that right?” He asked, smoothing a hand down your side and resting it on Ed’s hand. You were starting to get used to being sandwiched between the two men, especially when you caught the tender look shared between them as you let out a sigh of contentment and nodded.

“Care to share your thoughts with the class, Y/N?” Ed teased, his grip on your hips tightening.

You bit your lip and pulled away, their hands falling away from your body. “What if I showed you, instead?” You asked, reaching a hand out for each of them to take. Stede obliged, intertwining his fingers with yours and leading you towards the bedroom, while Ed settled for a slight slap on your ass and followed closely behind.

You were quick to push Stede onto the bed, straddling him while you helped him take off his–many–layers. You heard Ed doing the same behind you, and were greeted by him in just his leather pants, and you were not modest in the way you checked him out.

He opened his mouth to speak but you were quick to stop him. “Ed, I swear if you are about to ask me if I ‘like what I see’ I will literally make you sit and watch while me and Stede-”

He cut you off with a chuckle. “Woah. I was actually going to ask if you wanted to suck my dick, but now that I know that you’re into voyeurism, I might just take you up on that offer.”

Your face dropped and you rolled your eyes, and you were about to turn your attention back to a now shirtless Stede when you felt a strong grip on your chin. Ed angled your face to turn back towards his, his eyes now hooded and dark.

“Did you just fucking roll your eyes at me?” He questioned, and you felt your heart drop at his words. You had never seen Ed in what he and Stede referred to as ‘Blackbeard Mode,’ and now that it was fully on display you couldn’t help but feel a little scared…but also incredibly turned on.

The grip on your chin loosed, only for Ed to move it to your neck. “Answer me!” Ed demanded, which nearly sent you into a panic–a sexy, heart racing type of panic.

“Yeah, I did.” You mumbled under your breath.

Ed narrowed his eyes. “What was that?” He asked.

You cleared your throat as best you could given your current position, and felt Stede’s hands slide delicately up your back to relax you. You caved at their actions, softening as you let down your guard. “I did Ed, I’m sorry...” you replied, louder than your previous statement.

Ed removed his hand from your neck, stroking it down your cheek softly. “Don’t apologize, sweetheart–I’m just fuckin’ with you. You know I like the difficult ones.” At your confused look, he nodded towards the other man before adding, “just ask Stede. That man has the mouth of a sailor…pun fully intended,” he said with a wink, nearly making you roll your eyes again and defeat the entire purpose of…whatever the hell this was.

Instead, your eyes widened slightly at the new information, before turning back to Stede. “Is it true, Stede?” You asked, still slightly taken aback that the seemingly innocent blonde was something else entirely in bed.

He responded by pulling your hips towards him, and angling you so that your core could grind against his erection, leaning in so he could speak into your ear. “I guess you’ll have to find out, darling.” He said in a voice you nearly didn’t recognize, before continuing. “Also, that’s ‘Captain’ to you, missy.”

You pulled back and shared a look with Ed to see if Stede was serious or not, and when Ed didn’t roll his eyes or make a comment, you knew you were in for an interesting night.

You rolled your hips on Stede’s hardening cock, moaning at the feeling and the way his lips parted to do the same, before responding. “Alright Captain, you gonna show me what you’re made of, or keep teasing me all night?”

At that, Ed reached around your body and began removing your clothes, probably after realizing you still had on at least two more layers than they did. Stede busied himself with attacking your neck with his lips, continuing to grind you down in his lap while Ed did the same from behind you. You could feel your panties nearly soaking through at this point, your core throbbing for more attention.

As if he could read your mind, Ed pulled you away from Stede–not without a whine from you, of course–and sat you on the bed next to the blonde. You turned to face Stede, taking in how truly gorgeous the man is, prompting you to lean forward to kiss him, immediately opening your mouth to allow your tongues to collide. It was sloppy, drool threatening to spill out of your mouth and probably his too, but it was just what you needed at the moment. Oh, and certainly the hand that was slowly snaking its way into your pants currently.

You opened your eyes to try and get a better view of how the other man was touching you, but a firm hand came up to keep you focused on your kiss. “Focus on Stede for me, sweetheart,” Ed began, “I want to taste this sweet pussy and make you feel good.” You moaned, before he continued. “Can you let me do that for you, baby?”

You nodded frantically, parting your legs for him and allowing him to remove your pants. You could feel him playing with the waistband of your panties and he sunk down between your legs. As you felt his lips on your inner thighs and clothed center, you took the opportunity to stroke Stede’s inner thigh, feeling him tense slightly then relax into your touch. Just as you had done for Ed, Stede widened his legs, allowing you access into his trousers. You pulled back from your kiss with him, bringing your forehead to his as you longed for more of the closeness you had established with him.

You moved to continue your actions, stroking your hands along Stede’s lower stomach, halting when you felt Ed pull down your panties and quickly move to connect himself with your core. His lips were on your clit, sucking and kissing the swollen bud, as his fingers came up to find your soaken hole. He slowly slid two fingers into your pussy, setting a slow but steady pace as you braced yourself on Stede’s thighs.

Ed pulled back, his fingers fully replacing his mouth as he gauged your reaction to his actions thus far. “God…you’re so fucking soaked, Y/N. Do you want to make Stede feel good while I make you cum?”

You hesitated before responding, not because you were unsure of your answer but because his fingers were hitting all the right spots at the moment. His rough hands only added to the sensation, and you felt like you had to restrain yourself from fully getting off on his hand.

Stede picked up on your inability to form a response, and gripped your hands where they were resting on his thighs. He looked at Ed and there seemed to be a mutual understanding, and then Ed’s hands were off of you, gaining your attention.

You opened your mouth to protest, but Ed was already standing in front of Stede, offering the other man his fingers that had just been inside of you.

When you say that you nearly passed out from the scene that was unfolding in front of you, you were definitely not exaggerating. Stede leaned forward, gripping Ed’s hand at the wrist and guiding his fingers into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the digits, tongue flicking out to taste your slick, and you literally had to cross your legs to keep from orgasming on the spot. To make matters worse, Stede opened his eyes and made eye contact with first Ed then you, and let out a moan, as though he was tasting his own personal cocktail of ambrosia.

Stede released Ed’s fingers, and you felt yourself being moved by Ed so that you were kneeling perpendicular to where Stede was sitting on the edge of the bed, with your head near his lap. Ed positioned himself behind you, and you missed the way he licked his lips and leaned down as you focused on Stede’s pleasure. Gingerly, you reached for Stede’s trousers and briefs once more, pulling them down enough to free his now throbbing cock. You looked up at Stede shyly, his eyebrows drawn together in concentration as he flashed you a soft smile before he spoke. “Go ahead, darling.”

To encourage you further, Ed took this opportunity to attack your pussy with his tongue. You were super glad he decided to shave his beard only a few days ago, as the slight burn of the stubble contrasted with his wet, soft tongue felt amazing in between your legs. Before you became overwhelmed with the sensation once again, you reached forward and took Stede’s cock in your hand. It barely fit in just one of your hands, which you discovered as you started to jerk off his shaft.

“Give me your hand, darling,” Stede said, and you obliged. “Good girl,” he added once you moved to comply. You kept one hand moving on his dick while you reached out your other one, which the man took and brought to his mouth. Just as Ed started eating you out like a starved man, Stede spit into your open hand, then guided it back down to join your other hand. The action itself was filthy in nature, making you buck your hips into Ed’s mouth and increase the rate at which you jerked Stede off. He gasped at the action, and you could feel him holding his hips back to resist rutting up into your hands.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Stede said, before adding, “Is Ed going to make you cum, sweetheart?” He leaned his head back slightly to toss some of his hair out of his face, before looking down at you for a response.

“Yes, shit, gonna cum soon–” You were cut off by a slap on your ass by Ed, causing you to jolt forward and come face to face with Stede’s cock. You better positioned yourself on Stede’s thighs, leaning forward to take the tip into your mouth. You could feel that Ed added his fingers back into your pussy somewhere during this process, and the familiar heat in your core ramping up as he continued his actions.

You removed one hand from Stede’s cock as you took him deeper into your mouth, using it to massage his balls. You could feel a combination of your spit and Stede’s precum sliding down his shaft to meet your hand, earning you a moan from the man above you. Upon hearing his sighs of pleasure, you let out one of your own, making Stede buck his hips and egging Ed’s attack on your pussy on further.

“Gonna cum, Y/N? With my face buried in your pussy, and your mouth around your Captain’s cock? Let it all go baby…” Ed said, and with that, you were seeing stars. You were glad you had Stede’s dick in your mouth, as the moans that threatened to slip out as you rode your high were–mostly–stifled.

Ed continued to lick and kiss your cunt as you came down, while Stede reluctantly pulled you off his cock. When you moved to take him back into your mouth, he reached out a hand to stop you, offering a merciful smile.

“Sorry, sweetheart, you’re just a little too good at that is all,” he explained with a grin, and you felt Ed move behind you.

“I’m assuming you enjoyed that, huh, sweetheart?” Ed said, kneeling next to you and giving you a kiss on the cheek. You couldn’t resist turning your head to kiss him on the mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue.

He pulled back before you could deepen the kiss too much, looking at you with hooded eyes, similar to the way he did earlier. “God…who would’ve guessed that sweet Y/N was this filthy…” He teased, hand coming up to grip your cheeks and open your mouth. “Stick out your tongue for me, yeah?”

You did what he asked without hesitation, face still in Ed’s grasp, and he spit into your mouth. He released his grip and watched as you swallowed, using your eagerness as a sign to continue on with the events of the night.

“So…” Ed began, “Stede and I were talking…”

“And we wanted to leave it up to you before we went any further.” Stede interjected, a look of concern on his face.

You looked between them for what felt like the hundredth time this evening, and could see the love they had to share staring straight back at you. You knew, even prior to what had already occurred, that if there was anyone you wanted to do something like…whatever this was with, it would be them. Not only had they been there for you at one of your darkest times, but they had become sources of empowerment and support in the relatively short amount of time you knew them. Which is why you were confident in what you moved to say next.

“Ed…” You began, cupping his cheek then turning to Stede and doing the same. “Stede…” Both men leaned into your touch and listened intently. “There’s literally no one I would rather be doing this with. Both of you heard my call, took me by the hand, and led me to where I am today.” Both of their faces softened at your confession, and you placed your hands back into your lap.

Ed cleared his throat, breaking the short silence. “So, uh…we gonna fuck or not?”

You moved to straddle him, giggling at his statement. “Isn’t that literally what we were just doing?” You asked, rolling your hips over his still clothed erection.

“You haven’t even seen the slightest of what I’m capable of.” He replied, the brooding look returning to his face. This time, however, you weren’t having it, and saw through his dark façade.

“Okay, Blackbeard.” You said, rolling your eyes at his statement for added effect. He did not like that.

With a slap to your ass–and a glare from Stede–Ed repositioned you to perch atop his leg, leaning down towards your ear. “Fuck, I love it when you call me that.” You nearly rolled your eyes again–of course he did. “Now be a good girl and get off on my leg, then we can give you what you really want.”

You did what he asked, but not without adding, “what I really want? You mean your love and devotion?”

Ed snorted at that, gripping your waist tighter and grinding you harder into his lap. “I think you need something to shut you up.” He said, grunting whenever you came in contact with his dick.

You raised an eyebrow at that and shared a look with Stede, who was watching this all unfold with an eager expression. He looked gorgeous from this angle, his hair all disheveled and his body on full display.

You halted the movement of your hips, hearing Ed let out a frustrated grunt. “I want both of you, so bad…” You said, matter-of-factly.

“How do you want us?” Stede asked, his concerned nature making itself known.

You felt yourself blush at the question, again not expecting something of such a suggestive nature falling out of Stede’s lips. That being said, he literally just revealed his apparent “Captain” kink to you so maybe you were too quick to judge what Stede was or wasn’t capable of saying.

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you focused on what exactly was being asked of you. You honestly wanted nothing more than for each of the men to pound you into the mattress of this probably far too nice and boutique bed of yours, but a part of you deep down really wanted Stede to be the first of the two to get to know you so intimately. After all, he had done so much to take care of you as you had done for him–it just felt right.

Once you made up your mind–after also reminding yourself that you have all night–you voiced your thoughts. “Stede, I want you…” you began, looking down at your core before flicking your eyes back to the other man. “And Ed, I–”

He caught your drift immediately and finished your statement. “You want me to fuck your mouth, is that right?”

“Fuck, yeah.” You responded, too horny to say something witty in response.

At that, Stede stood and allowed you to move up and lay with your head dangling off the bed, giving yourself a perfect view of Ed’s lower half. You reached out and gripped what you could of his waist, pulling him closer to you. You felt the bed dip as Stede hovered over you, feeling his hands go to your shirt to finally remove it.

“May I?” He asked–ever the gentleman. You nodded, and you helped him pull the article of clothing off of you. You could feel Ed shifting behind you, and if you could see him attempting to wiggle out of his tight pants you would have probably bursted out laughing. You were distracted, however, by Stede’s hesitation as his hands hovered over your bra. Your eyes met his, and you gave a slight nod, reaching for his hand with your own and guiding it to the point at which the garment was connected to your body. He tenderly removed it from you, allowing it to fall to the floor and reveal your upper half to him.

As Stede leaned down to caress your breasts, you turned your head to be greeted with Ed’s unconcealed dick. To say that he was big would be an understatement–the man was seriously packing. No wonder he walked around like he owned the place, with a dick like that–

“Open your mouth for me.” He said, drawing you out of your–borderline objectifying–thoughts. You complied, and the heavy tip of his dick was in your mouth in an instant. You could taste the small amount of precum that had collected, making your mouth water.

You moved to position yourself at a better angle, but were stopped by Ed’s firm hands near your neck. You looked up at him as well as you could with your head upside down, and the determined look on his face was enough to suggest that he wanted you to lie back and enjoy yourself while he took the reins.

You were more than happy to comply, and focused on the sensations Stede was providing while Ed ensured that you were in a comfortable position and continued to stroke the tip of his dick on your open tongue. Stede’s hands slowly moved down your chest and stroked your hips, his lips also ghosting kisses down your abdomen.

As you felt Stede’s hands approach your core, you opened your legs wider to accommodate his form between your legs and to give him better access. You felt him chuckle at your actions, his lips now dangerously close to where you wanted him most. Well, a certain part of him.

“Stede…” you whined, feeling Ed pull back slightly as you spoke. Stede looked up at you eagerly, stopping short and expecting you to continue. When you didn't, he shifted once more so he was level with your face.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Is everything alright?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

You nodded, his hand stroking your cheek as you gave him a pleading look. “I want you…”

He nuzzled your nose with his own and smiled, before replying. “Then it’s me you shall have.”

You moved again to accommodate his form, feeling him situate himself between your legs. He reached down and pumped his shaft a few times, sighing as his hand came in contact with his tender skin. You relaxed and leaned your head back once again, signaling that you were ready for them.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the sensations you were experiencing, missing the glance Stede and Ed shared above you. After sharing a nod, the two men were quick to spring into action.

You felt Stede enter you first, the drag of his shaft along your walls slowly stretching your hole and hitting all the right places inside of you. You clenched around his cock once he was fully seated inside of you, moaning as his fingers ghosted over your clit. “You like that, darling?” He asked, beginning to set a slow, yet steady pace.

“Fuck yes!” You responded, smirking at him before adding “Captain.”

He grunted at that, picking up the pace and in turn, rocking the bed you were perched on. You silently prayed that all of the other crew members had settled down and weren’t looking for either of their captains, because the scene currently unfolding would probably make even the most rugged pirate say a prayer; unless their name was ‘Stede’ or ‘Ed,’ apparently.

Speaking of the devil, Ed saw your moment of quiet contemplation as an opportunity to grip your jaw, angling you once more to better suit his needs. You smiled at him before sticking out your tongue, prompting him to smirk back then lean down and spit as he had before, this time using it as added slick as he guided his cock back into your mouth.

Stede’s gentle, yet determined thrusts, and Ed’s rough and messy use of your mouth combined in a perfect tango which had you reaching your peak in seconds.

Ed could see the way your body was convulsing and twisting, clenching on Stede’s cock and drooling on his own. “You fucking like that, Y/N?” He asked, his hips working his cock against your tongue and down your throat. You moaned around his cock in response, egging him on more.

With a light slap to your cheek, he continued. “Fuck yeah you do, ohmygod–we should’ve done this so much sooner..”

Stede glanced up at that, tossing his–now disheveled–blonde locks out of his face. “I was thinking the same thing,” he said, gently, prompting Ed to lean down and meet his lips. You saw the two men deepen the kiss above you, and in that moment, everything felt so right. You finally had the two men who took you in, cared for you, and allowed you to care for them in return right where you wanted them, and you fucking loved it. Your sweet, kind Stede, who never failed to be gentle with you even when he was at his lowest, was making you feel better than you ever imagined, while your edgy, yet kind-hearted Ed allowed you to treat him how he deserved. It was everything you had been searching for–your hidden treasure, and you had been led to them as a personal treasure of their own.

Stede’s thrusts eventually became more irregular, and you could feel his cock throbbing in your core, signaling that he was close. Ed had opted to glide his shaft on top of your wet mouth and tongue, using you like his own personal toy. It was messy–filthy even, but you fucking loved it. You especially loved it when Ed used his free hand to play with one of your breasts, using some drool that had collected around your mouth as slick to play with your hard bud. Stede brought a hand up as well and did the same and you thanked every deity you could think of for allowing your paths to cross.

Shockingly, it was Ed who voiced his thoughts first. “Fuck, Stede, Y/N, I’m close.”

Stede slowed his thrusts a bit–earning a whine from you–and took a moment to catch his breath. “Fuck, me too.” He sat back on his knees, leaving just his tip inside you, and glanced down at you. “How are you doing, sweetheart? Getting close?”

You nodded, and felt the coil in your stomach threatening to snap as Stede drew the tip of his cock out and around your slick hole and clit. “Wanna c-cum, for you. Both of you.”

“I know you do darling, but I’m afraid I can’t hold out for much longer…” Stede responded, gripping the base of his shaft to try and hold off his orgasm.

“I can…” Ed cockily replied, easing his dick out of your mouth.

You sat up, noticing how suddenly empty you felt as you did, and turned to look Ed in the eyes. “And what if I don’t believe you?” You asked with wild eyes, hoping he would take the bait.

“Why don’t you lie on your stomach and find out for yourself, slut?” He gritted back, and you could’ve lost it right then and there, but your anticipation for what he proposed outweighed your need to orgasm without him inside you.

“Ed!?” Stede chirped in, likely as an attempt to come to your defense. When he saw the smirk on your face and look of desire in your eyes, however, his own eyes widened a bit, and he understood that the term hadn’t entirely pissed you off–in fact, it had had the opposite effect.

Stede huffed before allowing you to follow Ed’s orders and reposition yourself. “And I thought I was into some interesting things…”

As Ed settled behind you after your position replicated what he had asked of you, you turned your head to follow Stede as he sat at the head of the bed in front of you, giggling at his admission. “What kinds of things, Captain?” You asked, sure to use his favorite nickname.

Stede rolled his eyes and fixed his hair before smiling down at you. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

You smiled, moving to respond once more, but were cut off by Ed entering you with no warning. Your soft pussy gripped him tight, wetness coating his throbbing shaft. He could feel that you were pretty well stretched from Stede, and didn’t take much time in working you up to a hard and fast rhythm that had you moaning.

Still, through the haze of horniness that had accumulated, you felt the urge to reach for the blonde-haired man in front of you, taking all of what you could of his member into your mouth. He gasped, not expecting you to do so as Ed was literally pounding you into the mattress, but welcomed it nonetheless.

Ed slapped your ass as he saw what you were doing to Stede, pinching and massaging it as he picked up his pace even more. “Look at you, Y/N, being split open by us. Fuck, you’re so good-”

“Such a good girl…” Stede continued after Ed became a moaning mess, making you clench down on Ed’s leaking cock. You took Stede’s slick cock deeper into your mouth, tears threatening to spill as you started properly sucking him off. You could taste the saltiness of his precum mixing with the saliva of your mouth, and looked up at him through your lashes as you felt one of his hands move to your throat. It was mainly to support your neck and to guide you where he needed you, but the slight pressure made your pussy throb and turned you on even more–if that’s even possible.

It turns out it was, because when Ed brought a hand down to your clit you were done for. You looked up at Stede with desperation in your eyes, and he knew immediately that you were rapidly approaching your peak.

“Shit, Ed, Y/N’s nearly there…” Stede announced, his tone suggesting that you were not alone in your predicament.

“Yeah? Gonna cum with us inside you?” Ed said, and you moaned around Stede’s cock as a response, fucking back into Ed as he hit your G-spot with every thrust. That, combined with the way he flicked at your clit and the delicious pressure of Stede’s cock on your tongue and hand on your throat finally sent you over the edge. You nearly collapsed as your orgasm rode through you, your hole gripping Ed tight and nearly all of your muscles convulsing in the process. It felt like heaven.

“Mmm, gripping me so tight…gonna cum…” Ed slurred, before gingerly pulling out and releasing on your hole and thighs.

Stede was not far behind, and you reached a hand up to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, causing him to thrust slowly as pleasure started to overcome his senses. “I’m so close, pretty girl,” he said, and you felt the bed shift behind you. You focused on licking and sucking all that you could, locking eyes with Stede as his breathing increased and cock started to leak more.

You felt his balls tighten as he continued to thrust, and just as he let go you felt a set of hands pull your hair back and stroke along your skin. You closed your eyes and swallowed all that he had to give, savoring the taste that was so distinctly Stede. You shamelessly moaned at the sensation, earning a chuckle from both men; prompting you to come back down to Earth. Stede carefully removed his spent shaft from your mouth, using a finger to wipe a bit of drool and his release from the corners of your mouth. He tucked himself back into his trousers and settled into the bed, gesturing for you to do the same. When you went to move and realized your hair was still pulled back, you turned to the side and were greeted with a grinning Ed who was now playing with your hair that was in his grip.

You cleared your throat to get his attention, but when his gaze remained on his fingers in your hair, you spoke. “You gonna play with that forever, or come cuddle?” You asked, cheekily.

He halted his action and removed his hands with a huff. “Fine…but only if I get to be the big spoon.”

You crawled into Stede’s arms speedily, positioning yourself with your back to him and arms open wide. “Well shit. Looks like that position has already been filled.”

Ed pouted, crossing his arms and taking in your inviting form, but ultimately sighing and laying in your arms. To egg him on more–something you started to enjoy more and more–you replicated his previous actions and began playing with his hair.

He turned around and narrowed his eyes before speaking. “I hate you.”

You kissed him on the temple, and raised one of Stede’s hands from around your waist to your lips and did the same. “Love you too.”

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#blackbeard x reader #stede bonnet x reader #edward teach x reader #edward teach x stede bonnet #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #gentlebeard x reader #blackbonnet x reader

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yan-snowcave · 1 year

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[Saw @cannibalsweetheart dropping this and I just had to use this to talk more about my beloved boy, Remor xD If you wanna do it then click here and it will bring you to the template!]

Casanova :

After meeting Casanova our dear Prince of Sloth fell head over heals for them. From the white fluffy hair, the hetrochromic eyes, cute braces and his overall casanova-like mask. It just ticked all of Remor's boxes and apparently he did the same to the Incubus.

Casanova is one of the few people where Remor can fully relax and not be worried of getting hurt, he even allowed Casanova to see what's underneath his Ram Skull mask.

He still keeps some secret from his beloved Incubus though, some things are better kept a secret. He hopes that if Nova ever finds out about it that he won't be angry at him.

Cyanide :

Remor's fear of anything medical related [Hospitals, medicine, nurses/doctors, pharmacies, ect.] Jumped over to Cyanide because of a mistake where the manufactur sold the wrong type of medicine. After waking up in pain and getting his right meds from Cyanide at the pharmacy the damdge had already been done. He still keeps everything civil around her but everyone can see how anxious and kinda paranoid he is of Cyanide handling his medicine. [He feels bad for fearing Cy, he knows it wasn't her fault but that dosen't stop his mind.]

Cyanide on the other hand has a more Platonic relationship with Remor, she felt sorry for what happend to him and understands that sadly she can't do anything about his fear other then pack the meds right in front of him. Even double or tripple checking that these were the right meds just to calm his mind.

She still has a small crush on the Skull wearing prince which she hides rather well. If he ever showed intrest or asked her out on a date she would accept and see where it goes from there.

Ketamine :

First time meeting Ketamine was a shitshow, between Remor rampaging around [Kicking Nova so hard in the dick that he thought he would loose it, a certain lemon-loving nurse usig Ketamine as a meat-shield as said Doctor tried to wrestle Remor onto the ground. Earning himself a few headbutts to the chest.] In the end the surgery went well and he apologized alot, even offering to buy him his favorite food as some compensation.

He accepted the offer [mostly to piss of Nova] and started to bound with the Sloth Prince. They mostly talked about their work, pets they kept and on rare occasions when Ketamine had a bit too much to drink, their families. Over time Remor formed a small crush on Ketamine that he's trying tonsupress since he already has Nova and isn't yet ready to ask him about a Poly-relationship with his co-worker.

Meanwhile Ketamine was annoyed with Remor at firdt, he hadn't had the best first impression but still he accepted his offer. After a few weeks of annoying Casanova with taking away Remor's time, he sorta bounded with said Sloth Prince. He stopped hanging out with him just for the purpose of annoying Nova and instead started to enjoy his company.

If anyone askes him tho he would say that they're an annoyance that just bringst him good alcohol and worms. The small crush he formed on the Sloth prince [thanks to his overall shyness and Nova's non-stop lovey dovey gushing about him.] Is something he's trying to drown out and then stomp it into a fine dust, before it can grow into anything more then small feelings.

Pestilence :

They made eye contact once and immediately decided that the other is now their best friend whom they will share a braincell with. They even made an agreement that if they are both in their 30's and non of them are married that they would get married for Tax Benefits.

Remor has platonically adopted Pesti into his family, it met his parents who immideantly fell in love with it and were very dissapointed when they couldn't officaly adopt it into the Pajira family. Promised it that if they find a way that they would contact it immediately.

Pesti is another person who saw Remor without his mask, it even has pics of them where he dosen't wear it. It keeps them in a very well hidden and password protected folder, when Remor learned it he pulled it into a bearhug and thanked it. He swears he didn't cry...Maybe a little...

#cannibal sweetheart #casanova valentine #cyanide lavigne #ketamine yetrovzki #pestilence valentine #🦴 remor pajira

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leggerefiore · 2 years

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D.N.A

cw: alien bros, magical girl reader, poly (ingo/reader, emmet/reader), fighting physically with Aliens, alien biology being creepy, implied fem reader, probably unhealthy relationship

pairings: Ingo/Reader, Emmet/Reader

When the meteorite crashed near your camping site, you should have been hesitant and afraid. It was a burning hot piece of something from space with who knows what on it. Still, you crept out of your tent in the dewy, chilled morning to approach the crash. Smoke whisped from where the pale, pours stone had buried itself. The grass around was singed, with a smell of fire heavy around. Stupidity, you dared to reach a hand down to the rock. It wasn't as hot as you anticipated, but a sharp edge dug into your finger and cut it open. Hissing, you retracted your finger. Crimson oozed from the wound and caused you to sigh. You needed to get back to civilization for bandages and ointment.

Packing up your tent, you left the meteorite behind.

Perhaps, had you listened to the news about how it was taken away by certain entities of higher powers, you would have felt concern.

Instead, you found yourself in and out of consciousness for a few days with a fever and head cold. It was painful, but a doctor sighed and said it did not seem to be a bacterial infection. All you could do was take certain over the counter medications and hope it passed quickly.

It did not.

Well, the terrible, bedridden half did, but remaining symptoms of discomfort never left you be. Headaches became common, alongside cramps in your stomach that just seemed out of place, but nothing overly scary or of note. Co-workers at your retail job often expressed concern and worry, but managers expected you to just pull through it all. You had to because your pay was of utmost importance in keeping yourself alive. Eventually, you grew to just ignore the symptoms. Your body moved past the infection after what must have been two months of it. Around three months in, a forgotten sunburn peeled off you, and it seemed to be completely over.

It was then rumours about a new disease began to whispered around. Apparently, it was breaking out around the world and had countless people terrified. You wondered about it, but felt concerned about whether it was whatever affliction had overcome you. It seemed unlikely, yet the worry remained in your mind. Another change in your life came from the strange subway managers you seemed to always encounter.

They were odd men, tall and lanky, while having just apparently appeared one day ready for the position. Identical twins, they often chatted with you about many things. The older of the two, Ingo, refused to go a single trip without greeting you. The younger, Emmet, regularly helped guide you through the station. You found them a bit strange, but supposed you did not necessarily mind their company. They left you alone when you left the station, so everything was alright.

Until you found yourself in a situation. A day out with friends in an amusement park led to horror and torment as these two aliens appeared to attack the people. In that moment, as you heard the screams and cries of the others around you, something awoken within you. Your form shifted into something else, power growing, and those around you suffering from injuries or some indication of a disease were healed instantly. This quickly caught the attention of the aliens. Both immediately tried to apprehend you, but you were quick to dodge and attack them. They were stunned at your capabilities. By the time authorities arrived, they had already disappeared.

Your transformation faded, and you found yourself in a new position. A lowly retail employee within the big city of Nimbasa now charged with the task of defending your planet from those invaders. It was soon after that you encountered them more often. Wherever they appeared, you stalked after to halt the damage they were doing, alongside attempting to completely stop them. A few times you had ended up face to face with one of them. The one in white often cooed in your face about what good attempts you give, but it was simply impossible to stop their invasion. Conversely, the one is black demanded that you stop this fruitless rebellion and accept everything for what it would be.

Fights always ended in a tie, with all of you scuttling from the scenes to who knows where. You pondered just where the aliens went, but the obvious assumption was back to space and away from earth. However, the chance that the hid in plain sight with the humans haunted you. Disguising themselves and pretending to be a normal person, yet wanting to end earth at any given chance. You shuddered at the thought.

A battle in the rural parts of Unova left you with your arms bound by the one in white's tentacles. He observed you with silver irises laid on an inky sclera. Your abilities were seemingly resisted as he got closer. “Our verrrry cute opponent is so weak,” he cooed, “I wonder if you could aid us in our invasion? One of you already did, heehee.” His giggle made you uncomfortable. Someone already had? Who? You hated them immensely. Just as he got too close to you, a hit to the crystalline piece in the centre of his body left him unconscious. In primal rage, the other alien came to attack you without any hesitation. His usual frown, accompanied by bunched brows and a growl. The tentacles hurt as they grasped and hit you. One latched around your wrist and constricted tightly.

You quickly used your powers to repel him before running off. Dark bruises bloomed on the places where the tentacles hurt you. In tears, you finally realised just how serious they are. Even if you defeated one, the other would soon be on you with an anger that would certainly be the end of you. You cried as you held your jacket to obscure your injuries and got on the train back home. It was there you saw Ingo sitting on the train with his brother asleep next to him. You gazed at him carefully. The gentle sway of movement left you curious. “Hey… Ingo,” you called out. His attention snapped to you.

“Hello there,” he responded, “You're quite far from home, aren't you?” You laughed and shook your head. “Decided to do a hike,” was a simple reply and lie, “Hate it, though. I walk enough getting around in Nimbasa. I missed my train the other morning and had to walk to work, I hated it. What about you?” Ingo sighed and pulled the brim of his hat over his eyes. “Emmet wanted to meet his friend Elesa while she was out with her own friend,” a sigh came from him, “I must admit it was quite an unenjoyable experience. Someone came up and knocked him out. I tried to apprehend them, but they ran away.” You froze. That sounded too close to… No, that was impossible.

Ingo could not be… one of them.

“… Is that so?” you swallowed, “Will he be alright? I heard those aliens and hero were fighting nearby, too. I'm so mad I missed it!” Another lie. You were both lying. Ingo could not be, you truly wanted to believe. He was always so polite and kind to you, but he did just appear one day. Was his interest in you the fact he knew? Were you currently in danger? “He will be just fine,” Ingo's eyes felt like they saw through your entire soul, “I heard, too. It is quite unfortunate. The idea of an invasion is terrifying, but if it's inevitable, perhaps it is best to just let it happen.” Your shoulders felt stiff.

A lie.

You needed another lie.

Maybe a new plan of attack.

A much more personal plan.

“Ingo… Are you free this coming Tuesday?” you asked, “I have the day off and have been meaning to spend more time with you outside of our small interactions.”

He smiled softly.

You would fix this.

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A relationship was a pleasant thing for most people. Happy times spent with a loved one that would always overcome many hardships. You would admit that you hated how much you loved them. Emmet yawned as he stepped out into the kitchen from the bedroom. His hair was ruffled, and his simple preference for just wearing underwear left the crystalline gem in the centre of his chest heavy in your mind. They truly were the aliens that were attempting to take over your planet, but they had a strange fondness for you that almost seemed out of character for them.

Ingo had eagerly agreed to meet you, and your relationships with the twins quickly bloomed into a close friendship and settled as their shared lover. They were persistent on getting you to move in with them and keeping you close to them, which you presume was due to the fact that you were so graciously gifted with the knowledge that they were aliens. Emmet pulled out a chair and sat down at the table. It was getting closer to the evening, and he had work in a few hours. He was set to leave around the time Ingo would be getting off, actually. He had taken on night-shifts as of late. You chose not to ponder it too much. They had no time to engage in their invasion plans like this, anyway.

You hated that you could not detest them as much as when you did not know them. Ingo went from this cruel, stoic monster to a loving, kind man. Emmet moved from a sadistic, playful creature into a sweet, goofy guy. A plate of food was placed before him as you sat across to join him. You loved them. That was an issue. Their confession of being aliens came shortly into your relationship. Emmet had cupped your face and cooed that you were in love with the 'evil aliens' that wanted your planet. Tentacles spread from his back, while his sclera darkened. His gem gleamed brightly. Your safety was assured. As their mate, you had nothing to worry about. As their nemesis, however…

“Everyone is wondering when the aliens will appear again,” you started a conversation, “Should I call a news outlet and tell them you are busy with work at the Gear Station?” Emmet chuckled at your words before beginning to eat the food you had prepared. His pickiness was hard to overcome. Especially when compared to Ingo, who would seemingly eat anything. “We're going to soon, actually,” he cooed, “I hate working like this. I want to be with you, and I want some time with Ingo, too! We need to talk.” You knew the contents of their conversation would likely revolve around their next attack. For now, you would monitor the situation as innocuously as you could.

Ingo laid beside you in bed while you listened to the strange pulsing and humming of his gem. What were they? Their bodies were naturally inhuman, but they still had features that left you confused. This gem could render them unconscious if hit too hard. The feeling of knowing you likely nearly killed Emmet pained you greatly. You wished that you could live peacefully with them rather than have to banish them from your planet. His hands gently combed through your hair as you remained close to him. Tentacles pressed your body to his in an embrace. Fighting against them while also playing along as their lover was a dark thing, you knew. It hurt.

You just wanted to be with them.

Maybe in some turn of events, they will stop their invasion because you showed them that humans had reasons to live and try to come to some sort of agreement with your species.

Of course not.

Idyllic thoughts could only remain in dreams.

In your transformed state, you stared down him. Neither Ingo, nor Emmet, but rather a fusion of the two. A stroke of luck on your part had you push one of them into a corner, while the other was distracted. It would have been an easy thing to attack the expose gem and leave him gone from this world, but your mind would not let you. Ingo stared at you with eyes you had learnt meant he was afraid. He was terrified, fully aware that his death could shortly follow. You made a purposeful mistake. Never would you harm him or Emmet again. The twins silently had a conversation with one another while eyeing you down. Their bodies shifted into something indescribable, before merging into one entity. An entity whose tentacle wrung around your neck. You scratched at it desperately, trying to free yourself from the attack. Tears poured from your eyes.

He was much more powerful than either twin alone.

Ever since he had appeared, your transformation felt weaker and harder to maintain. It was slipping away from you alongside your consciousness.

Revealing yourself to them was extremely dangerous, but you feared for your life. They were ignorant that you were their lover, thinking that you were still the human who thought they could stop their plans.

You let it go.

The fusion cried out and immediately released you. Your body was cocooned in numerous tentacles as he held you close to him. Healing energies came into your body and reverse any damage that you had sustained, leaving you alive and healthy once more. “My love,” he sobbed, “Oh, my love… I am a fool. Darling, I am so verrry, sorry. I've hurt you! I hurt you -” His breaths became rapid. Your exhausted mind could not hold on any longer. You passed out in his arms.

Waking up, warm blankets covered you. The scent of food wafted through the apartment pleasantly. Had it all just been a nightmare? Getting up, you left the dimmed bedroom into the living area of the home. He stood in the kitchen, humming while watching eggs sizzle in the pan. His tentacle spread from his back to pull out a chair for you without ever even bothering to look over. Was it Emmet or Ingo? You were unsure. The eggs were plated alongside some other breakfast food while he sat across from you. His alien form was out, clearly unconcerned with the idea that anyone would enter. He leaned across the table to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Do you feel alright? I healed you to the best of my ability,” he spoke with a tone and pitch you knew was not either of your lovers apart, “I am Emin, dear. I know that question is on your mind. You must also feel strangely weak, too. When I separate, you will feel better again.” You tilted your head at him. It was not a dream then. Emin was the name of them both as one person, it seemed. He appeared as both of them, yet neither of them. You nodded and carefully tried to eat some food. “The Emmet part of me wanted to tie you up as punishment for lying to them, but the Ingo part wanted to speak with you,” Emin gently explained, “I forgive you, darling. You simply wanted to protect your people, and that's fine. But, you're not perfectly human any more.”

You gazed at him strangely. What did he mean? “You incubated my cells in your body when you touched the meteor,” he continued, “I made changes to you as thanks! A longer lifespan and reproductive period, better memory and immune system. I spent months just inside your body, learning about the human existence. When we entered through your bloodstream, you truly saved us.” A tightness choked your stomach. What? They what? When did you -

The meteorite.

You touched the meteorite and cut your finger.

“… You incubated inside me?” you asked unsteadily, unsure of how to handle such peculiar knowledge.

“We act like a virus,” Emin nodded, “We took your cells and made them our own. Nothing important, I assure you! You are our saviour; we adore you. When we took off from our dying home planet with the hopes that we would land on a planet that would be able to sustain us, we failed to account for our bodies stability. Slowly, one by one, our cells died. We were down to only a few when you touched the meteor."

You saved them.

You were the reason they lived and grew into such the threat they did.

“Don't look so displeased, my dear,” he came to embrace you, “We planned to take you as our mate from the beginning and built these forms to compliment your tastes. To think you were granted such powers from our manipulation is amazing. You'll be a wonderful queen.”

You -

A sigh came from you as you embrace him back. Tentacles covered your body. Tender kisses were pressed into your hair. You gave into the affection. There was no reason to blame yourself. How were you to have known? It was simply impossible. Their power was still beyond your capabilities, especially with this new form. Your plan to woo them and convince them not to would likely never work, any way.

You pecked a loving kiss to his lips.

“I want to speak with Ingo and Emmet as normal, if that's okay,” you asked. He nodded and split apart into two. Both twins stared at you with curious eyes. Burying your face into Emmet's chest, you smiled.

Maybe, you could play their game.

Their own children opposing them and using your combined powers to stop them.

Yes, that seemed fine.

You could through yourself into a happy relationship and watch as they slowly wore down their fathers.

Emmet grinned as you ground your hips against him.

Hook, line and sinker.

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #ingo/reader #emmet/reader #ingo x reader x emmet #ingo/reader/emmet #alien au

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peachyteabuck · 2 months

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Okay.

*inhales.*

This will be a long one.

*exhales.*

So. For the first few weeks my manager and I were getting along. I had a lil crush on her at the start because she literally looked like a dyke. Sorry. My gay fucking brain can only think everyone is queer. She literally has tattoos all over, rainbow PIXIE hair, slightly shaved, has dogs and cats, like???? Um screams dyke to me but sadly y'all she's straight as ever.

Which makes sense.

Anyways.

Cut to a few weeks ago, I jokingly asked if she could dye my hair one day, because she kept on saying repeatedly I can ask her for anything and everything and come to her for anything I needed. So. My dumb, oblivious naive ass took that. Because shes older.

Anyways.

My crush disposed eventually, I had a long discussion abt it with my mates and my gf (were both poly before anyone freaks) so shes like warming me and I'm to naive to see it. I've been in this mentality to impress her as much as I can, do whatever she asks me to do, obey, do my job right, get my paycheck, go home, cry and sleep.

I was trying to get on everyone's good side, still am, they're all very nice people, who are accepting with letting me be called by my preferred name, and I don't take that for granted in a world like this.

So, cut to the Saturday I get my hair done at her place because she insisted. So. I travel on a train, a short trip, to hers and everything seemed to go okay. I got to dye my hair a cool few colours, I thought we bonded idk, she introduced me to new music and I did the same, we chatted, I met her adorable cats.

All was well.

Until I got a message from my co worker saying we need to have a chat because apparently my manager was getting uncomfortable with how close we are getting. That we should be kept as work relationship thingy. See. This is my first job I've ever had in years. I don't have much experience with what is right and wrong and how things go in the workplace.

I'm still learning.

So, she brings in not only my co worker, but another manager who knew my manager (the one I went to get my hair done) for ten years. And another co worker.

Basically. All of it is fucking stupid. My gf says she can't even properly communicate. Can't even come to me about it. Saying I've done nothing wrong over and over, that in good at my job, today she finally spoke to me, but she told me she didn't like how I say slay, and I was like ok???? Because it annoyed her.

Anyways <3

I haven't gotten any decent sleep in the last month because of this. She scares me. Everyone tells me I am ok and I did nothing wrong.

Btw. She's 34 and im 21.

My gf is also not impressed.

I'm no longer attracted to her (I lie)

I'm so sorry for this being long, but, yk. Tea.

In conclusion: don't become friends with your manager.

why would she invite YOU to HER HOUSE if she was uncomfortable?? my god??

#i'd share my work drama but it's also a lot lmao #all communique has been redacted for your safety;

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ryuzatodraws-archive · 2 years

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Adding some soft fluff to your poly Copia/Terzo/Omega au:

Once Copia has managed to fully understand the concept that he's gotten someone pregnant, naturally he has a lot of questions regarding that small predicament but overall he's ecstatic because this means he gets to have a baby with someone!

So then we have three men living in a little cottage in the woods together with their baby girl that looks almost exclusively like Copia (her eyes, her hair, even some facial expressions she makes resemble his). In the mean time, we get to see Copia and Omega both trying to teach themselves how to Dad

((I have to get this all out of my system so I don't go begging my husband to try and have another baby with me. Also that little blurb you wrote gave me so much life ))

- Papa Twig

Please I’m waiting for my partner to wake up so I can ramble too hshshs

Tw : pregnant stuff

Copia finally said ok fine I guess I’ll settle in? And he’s scared at first wondering how he’s gonna do this but co-fathering with Omega sure helps xD they can take turns !

“I can’t believe I got you pregnant “

“Well apparently you did, I’m surprised too”

Bonus, she has Terzo’s eyes

#tagging as pregger stuff so some who doesn’t wanna see can add to their tag #OR look for it lol #poly au #omega / terzo / copia #pregger au #the daddies in the woods

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shoppncarticles · 2 years

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The Porygon Family

Now this may quite be the most unique and strange Pokemon of the original 151. Porygon here is a Normal type, and said to be completely artificial, developed by the in-universe megacorp Silph Co. It was somehow born in computer programs and translated seamlessly into real life, and is just as sentient and alive as any other Pokemon. It’s said to be completely made of code, and nobody really knows how it lives, since it’s without a heartbeat and doesn’t even breathe. It somehow even travels freely between reality and cyberspace.

It’s never even precisely explained why people decided to create Porygon back in the day. Apparently they did it just because they could. That certainly bodes well.

It’s really amusing that Porygon is an extremely low-poly model, common in games back in the mid-90s when Pokemon was released. Porygon almost resembles a rubber duck in its anatomy, something made clearly in its more high-definition upgrade.

Once Porygon is given a disc containing several development patches, it evolves into the aptly named Porygon2. Containing a dozen times as many polygons, Porygon2 looks even more like a rubber duck, and is animated in the 3D games to bob listlessly like a drinky bird. Adorable.

Porygon2 was said to be developed in order to travel into space on interplanetary expeditions, but sadly didn’t manage to live up to expectations in reality. The poor thing can’t even fly properly.

Still, Porygon2 is a pretty impressive display of the technological capabilities in the Pokemon universe. The upgrade was said to give Porygon2 a proper AI, and it enjoys studying new things and analyzing as much information as it can. It even is capable of developing new mannerisms that weren’t originally programmed into it, which is just delightful. I’m glad that if the Pokemon universe was able to develop a sentient, self-operating AI they put it in a cartoon duck body to make it absolutely charming and goofy in demeanor.

Then, the fourth generation added Porygon-Z to the family. After space exploration failed, the obvious next step was to try exploring alien dimensions (which are completely real in Pokemon, by the way), but apparently something went horribly wrong, leading to this more unusual and distinctly differently designed Porygon.

That’s not all, though. While the item used to evolve Porygon to Porygon2 is mentioned to be an official upgrade produced by Silph Co., the Dubious Disc used to evolve Porygon2 into Porygon-Z is explicitly mentioned to not have been developed by Silph Co., and instead by some shady third-party company who cracked Porygon’s code. This resulted in Porygon-Z becoming a horribly glitchy mess of a Pokemon, something I am also delighted to see brought to life in the games. It would be fun to see Porygon-Z with error textures or faces breaking on its model, but I suppose there’s only so much they can do intentionally. It twitches erratically during its idle animation on occasion, at least.

I do like how the glitchiness of Porygon-Z is conveyed by its odd design, though. It may look pretty different from Porygon2 at first, but you can actually tell how they used to be the same creature. Porygon-Z’s body seems to be rotated on the wrong axis, with its arms stuck out like a T-posing model. Even the ‘horn’ on its head is actually its old neck, meaning Porygon-Z’s head got flipped upside-down in the corruption process. Wild!

(I wish there was a higher res scan of this card...)

When you think about it, Porygon-Z is another really disturbing, genuinely sickly Pokemon along the lines of Weezing, only due to its more cartoonish, digital model nature, it’s not as apparent. Porygon2 was on the path to HD success, and all the trainers who decided to evolve it into Porygon-Z went and infected its body with terrible malware that ended up horrifically malforming its body. The poor thing’s even been driven mad by looking into alternate dimensions, just look at its wild yellow eyes.

Score: 5/5 - PERFECT!

Having digital Pokemon in-universe which somehow transferred over to the real world is such an excellent idea, and their evolutionary path makes for one of the more interesting Pokemon family histories to boot.

[Gen 1 Archive]

#pokemon #pokemon review #porygon #porygon2 #porygon-z

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