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" Let us give you the support you deserve. " : Zoro x Transmasc!Reader x Sanji, fluff to smut : threesome, degrading (Zoro), praising (Sanji), fighting over reader

Note — this is my longest one as it counted up to 6,013 words... I hope you lovelies enjoy this one, it's my first time to write a Trans!Reader and please know that i'm not trans so i have tried to put myself in a different POV than mine... i hope it's alright. <3

Sailing through the seas on a small boat was lonesome. It had been a few days and you're hoping to get back to your crew again.

It had been a month and a half after you left the crew for a mission. Of course, they all begged you to stay and even offered you to come with because nakama stays together and fights through everything as a family.

They were stubborn yet supportive—especially your two close friends, Roronoa Zoro and Sanji. You missed them alot and you're hoping to see them again later today.

Some may be wondering where you were on your mission. It wasn't anything dangerous like fighting the marines or whatnot, no, it was something personal about you that changed your identity to one were you're most comfortable with.

You went to Trafalgar Law for your top surgery, it was a success. Although, you had to stay with the doctor and his crew for a whole month and a half to help you with your identity. You voice was a bit different and your breasts were removed in a top surgery—you felt happy and content with yourself ever since then. You were so glad Law helped you and his crew.

However, doubts and thoughts still swirl around your mind like a whirlpool. Your crew didn't know and you're coming back as yourself now. With a shaky sigh, you try to replace your thoughts with postive scenarios.

You know Luffy and the crew well enough to know that they won't judge you, that's the last thing they'd do. They'll welcome you with open arms. You're their nakama. They'll always be there for you and protect you.

You were still a bit skeptical, thinking that Zoro and Sanji will react differently to your new appearance. You've been inseparable ever since you all got together as a crew two years ago. That and even after that on the present as we speak.

Another sigh left your lips. You hope for the best outcome. The sound of the waves took your attention, you look over as your eyes softened.

You thought about the times Sanji would comfort you by pampering you with his undivided attention and cooking you your favorite dishes. He knew what you like, what you dislike and all of that down to your usual cravings. It was as if he had listed down your food pattern and cravings. It was cute and thoughtful of him.

Your train of thoughts soon skimmed over to memories of the swordsman who you hold dear. Zoro was always the one to tease you whenever you two were together without Sanji around. Although he loves to do it with the curlybrow present just to make him jealous. It was a bit funny. Zoro was the one who would keep a close eye on you even during battles. Even with the scar over his eye which permanently closed his left eye, you'd feel both set of his eyes on you. Perhaps it was just a feeling but it was thoughtful of the swordsman to always be at your aid. He'd protect you from any kind of danger, both major to minor and simple situations such as stumbling and tripping over something.

You loved those moments from the cook and swordsman who would always bicker and banter towards eachother whenever they were in eachother's presence.

You're just scared to think of the possibility of losing them and your friendship with the two.

The fear and anxiety still lingers in your heart, however, you began to think of the torture you had dealt with being in a body you weren't comfortable with. It was exhausting but alas, you made it. You're in a body that you're starting to feel comfortable in being your true self.

All those internal battles with your mind was all worth it, you won over them and now you're a version of yourself that you're truly proud and comfortable of. You were happy.

You're free.

Pride and happiness took over in your emotions, it distracted you from your thoughts and insecurities. Although you couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt and slight regret in you.

Were you too selfish? You hid your true self from everyone ever since.

Stuck in a slight trance of doubts and thoughts, you haven't realized that the Thousand Sunny Go was in the distance.

It was until when the waved gently rocked your boat which brought you back to reality. It was successful to stop another battle with your mind considering that your emotions were tangled at the moment. You cranked your head up in the distance, eyes widening. You didn't know how to feel—you were happy yet so nervous.

The time was near.

Sooner or later, you'll be face to face with your crew. With the limited time you have left to yourself, you try to mentally prepare yourself. You're gonna show you to the people who you deeply trust and love.

The boat sailed closer and closer, you were now in a decent distance. You decided to try and sneak up to the ship to perhaps surprise them, however—

"Y/N's here!!" Your captain's voice exclaims ever so loudly. Your eyes widen as you didn't have time to react with Luffy's rubbery arms stretching over the sea and towards your direction. You heard loud voices of surprise and protest as Luffy's arms wrap around your figure and pulling you back to him.

A yelp left your throat as you were roughly pulled against Luffy's chest, the impact successfully causing the both of you to fall back with you ontop of him. A hearty laugh was heard from Luffy as he clinged to you tightly, all while cheering for your return to the crew. The Strawhats all gather around with expressions of excitement, shock, surprise. But they were all cheerful at your return.

Especially Zoro and Sanji. Zoro held a loop-sided grin, crossing his arms over his chest as Sanji happily swooned at your presence. "Y/n-swan! My love!" Spoke Sanji, eyes turning to hearts.

At their voices and reactions, a smile formed on your face. You were so happy to see them again. You missed them so, so much.

"Eh? Y/n? Is it just me or you look different?" Usopp's question nearly broke your cheery mood. Anxiety took over, you began to sweat a little.

Your palms felt a bit sweaty, your throat dried up as everyone's eyes were on you. They were waiting for your response.

It took you a few minutes but you finally mustered up some words to respond. A shaky smile went up to your lips. You were feeling uncomfortable and overwhelmed.

Zoro and Sanji noticed that. They simultaneously gazed at eachother, nodding. It was a silent message.

"I'm... I am a bit different from before." You spoke in a small voice. Despite that anxiety and fear filled your heart, you had to tell them. Even if your mind was choking you with the possibilities of the crew abandoning you. Your lips felt like it was sealed shut but it was now or never.

"Everyone," You began, swallowing down all your fears. You felt their gaze on you, patiently waiting for your next words. You shifted away from Luffy's grasp and stood to your full height, facing the Strawhats.

"I'm not the same person you know before... I may have a different body but i'm a man at heart—i was never a woman." You finally revealed the truth. A few pairs of eyes widened at that (mainly Nami, Usopp, Sanji and Chopper).

"My name is Y/N, i'm a man who has a dream and i will do everything in my will power to achieve that dream!" You exclaimed, heart thumping loudly in your body, making your chest hurt. Some tears swelled up your eyes as you continued.

"I understand that if you don't accept me or think that i'm a freak. I'll leave the crew if you all want me to, i'm finally myself a-and i'm happy!" You bit your lower lip, seeing that you stunned the Strawhats. You turned your head away from their gaze, a tear escaping.

Parting your lips, you were about to speak once more but that was until Luffy's stern voice cut you off. "You're not leaving!" Your captain stated, crossing his arms firmly against his chest. His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at you, his lower lips poking out in a small pout.

Your eyes widened, you snapped your head towards Luffy. "B-But-" You stammered.

You were shocked, stunned and slightly in denial upon hearing Luffy's stern words. He continued to speak in the same tone, some of the Strawhats snickering and chuckling to themselves.

"You're my nakama! No one leaves eachother, we'll stay together until i become the King of the Pirates!" Luffy declared proudly yet sternly, stunning you more. Zoro chuckled and snickered, sending you a smirk.

"Once you're in, you never get out, Y/n." He spoke, a slight tinge of teasing in his tone. Sanji only ever sighed, chuckling softly as he lit up another stick of cigarette, putting it in between his lips before shoving his hands back to his pockets.

"Some of us learned it in the hard way, Y/n-swan." Sanji added to Zoro's words, making Zoro snicker more and elbow Sanji in the stomach which he earned a slight playful glare from the cook.

You were still stunned, your mind barely processing this after all the negativity you've thought. Luffy then placed his Strawhat ontop your head, keeping it there firmly.

"You're staying with us, Y/n! I can't become the pirate king without you!"

You felt a pang in your heart. Your heart swells up with so many emotions, tears now streaming down your cheeks as you gawked at them while they only laughed, some Strawhats cheering at Luffy's words. "Whoever or whatever you are, you're my nakama and you'll always be!"

Jinbei soon laughed cheerfully at the scene, it warmed his heart dearly. "We're happy for you, y/n!"

"AOOWWW, This is such a SUUUUPPEERRR heartwarming moment!" Franky exclaimed, laughing along joyfully as Brook nodded along.

"Brings tears to my eyes! Even if i don't have any eyes, Yohohoho!" He cracked up one of his skull jokes. The ship was filled with laughter and happiness.

They accepted you, they love you.

This caused you to finally break down, you sniffled as tears stream down your eyes. You bit your lip harshly, drawing blood as Luffy declared a feast and a celebration for you.

"Let's have a feast for Y/n!"

"Already on it, captain! Anything for my special y/n-swan's celebration!" Sanji grins cheekily, already rushing off to the kitchen.

You choked out another small sob, still not believing this. Your fears weren't true—it was all lies. A large grin soon reached up to your features, seeing the support from everyone you're receiving. Luffy's strawhat was still placed on your head as the rest of the Strawhats cheered.

They were so happy, They were proud of you.

As everyone talked about the feast after congratulating you, they slowly gathered up in the kitchen. Leaving you with the swordsman. He stayed behind with you for a reason.

Zoro's rough and calloused hand placed itself on your shoulder, giving you a grin. "Y/n.. I missed you, y'know? I could never say this shit with anyone else around." He chuckled, his eye softening as he gave your tearstained cheek a soft caress. It was a simple act but it was intimate.

"I'm proud of you, i'm happy you're comfortable in your own skin." He added, retracting his hand away from you even if he secretly didn't want to.

You smiled a heartfelt smile, looking at Zoro with a soft gaze. "Thank you, Zoro. I'm so glad i didn't lose you." Your words hit Zoro's heart, it gave him a slight flashback of his past. Of Kuina.

He was silent for a few seconds. Slowly, he pulled you in his strong hold, his arms wrapping around you tightly yet gently in a way of not hurting you. "I'm so glad i didn't lose you." You'd hear him whisper.

You gladly return his hug. Zoro smelled like steel and booze but oddly enough, his scent comforted you, knowing that he's there and he always will be. After a few minutes, Zoro pulls away with a small chuckle.

"Enough with the sappy shit, wanna get booze with me?" He offered, hoping to see the words he wanted to hear from you. You laughed softly and nodded at his request. You're used to Zoro and his antics.

"Of course," You agreed which made Zoro's smile widen.

Zoro pulled you to the kitchen of the ship where the other Strawhats were. They were all celebrating and cheering happily.

The day was filled with happiness and laughter. It was your day. This will be a memory you certainly won't forget. You love the crew, and they love you as much as you love them.

But it was a different case for Zoro and Sanji.

As the eventful day continued, the dawn of night was soon born. Everything was calm on the ship, it now currently night and the Strawhats grew tired from such an eventful day. You were happy, you were in content.

Some of the Strawhats already went to sleep as you prepare for your own. The boys already moved in your stuff in the Boys' cabin which made you feel more accepted by their thoughtful gesture. You stepped in the cabin, seeing the rest already asleep. A small smile crept your lips as you snuggled yourself in your own bunk bed.

Even if it was night, you couldn't sleep. Perhaps it was because of Luffy's loud snoring filling the room but it was different. You slowly let go, letting some thoughts flood your mind which drowned out the sound of Luffy's snores.

There it was again, the feeling of slight guilt and regret filling your heart. You're accepted by the crew and you genuinely feel happy, so why were these thoughts coming back?

You blankly stared up at the ceiling, a small frown dawning your lips as you took in the negativity once more. You shook your head, cussing at yourself under your breath for ruining your own mood with your carelessness. It wasn't long until you shifted up, hopping off your bed and exiting the room.

Your exit didn't go unnoticed, however.

Zoro woke up before and was resting in his bed before you came in earlier on. He stayed silent when you entered the room and exited a few minutes later. He felt your mood sour and so, he sat up and planned on following you.

"Fuck-" Zoro suddenly cussed, accidentally bumping his head on the bottom of the wooden bunk bed that he was under.

"What the hell...?" Sanji was on the bed bunk ontop of Zoro, the small bump successfully waking up the cook. Sanji looked down on Zoro, scowling. "Marimo, let me get some damn rest, will ya?"

At that, Zoro scoffed and rolled his eye. He didn't care for Sanji, however, his main priority is you. "Yea yea, quit nagging like a old hag, curly." Zoro spat back, hopping off his own bed as Sanji irked an eyebrow at the swordsman.

"where are you going?"

Zoro only then glared at Sanji.

"None your damn business."

"Oi... If you two are gonna fight, do it outside. Some of us are trying to sleep." Usopp groggily complained which shut Zoro and Sanji up. They glared at eachother momentarily before scurrying off and exciting the cabin.

While this was happening, You were currently in the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water with those thoughts in your head.

It was haunting you, the thoughts and the feeling of regret and guilt still linger. You unconsciously gulped down on the water, even after that your throat still felt dry. You couldn't help but feel like something was missing in your life. With the thoughts still overwhelming you, it made you curl up in a ball on the kitchen floor.

You tucked your legs to yourself, heart feeling heavy as your mind suffocated you with more thoughts. The feeling of selfishness and guilt still taking a hold of you. It was all so overwhelming that it was making you hard to breath in and out. Your mind began to spin, your eyes slowly went wide.

You were about to have a panic attack.

A whine left your throat, your vision getting blurry. You wanted to call for help but you couldn't move or say anything—you were stuck. It felt like you were gonna pass out. Your head ached, it hurts.

Closing your eyes tightly, you were just about to pass out until you heard two voice call out in surprise and slight panic.

"Y/n!" Zoro and Sanji calls out as they walk in on you in the midst of your breakdown.

Snapping your eyes open, you look at the two with slight dread and desperation. You couldn't speak, it was getting too hard to breath and think of anything else.

Sanji furrowed his eyebrows worriedly, pulling you in a hug. His touch was gentle and soft, it was comforting—it was just what you needed. He leaned down and began to whisper sweet nothings near your ear, his hand caressing your back in a loving and comforting manner to show that they were there for you, always. They won't leave, they'll stay.

"Y/n, listen to me. Focus on what i say, okay?" Sanji spoke, still holding you. It took all of you to listen to his words carefully, nodding. Your attention was now fixated on him. "It's gonna be okay, i'm- we are here for you. Don't focus on anything else but me for now, okay?" He cooed softly, still holding you as Zoro watched the scene with a worried yet concerned expression.

Seeing that you were trying your best and that you had your attention on every word he had to say, he held you tighter. "Good, good boy." Sanji mutters softly, smiling slightly as your breathing slowly steadied its pace with the help of his words.

"S-Sanji-" You finally found your voice. You looked up at Sanji, clinging onto him as if he'll disappear. "Take it easy, my love. Find your pace." Sanji reassures softly, still holding you in a comforting embrace.

Zoro spoke up, scooting closer to your curled up form in Sanji's arms. "Calm down, y/n. It's gonna be okay, we're still here. We ain't leaving no matter what, okay?" He whispered, audible enough for you and Sanji to hear as your gasps filled the kitchen, echoing slightly as it bounced off the walls.

Zoro and Sanji listened to you, words of reassurance and comfort putting you to ease.

"I-I'm sorry, i was being too selfish- I've hid myself from you guys for so long, i didn't tell you- I'm so, so sorry." You confess, afraid that they hate you for not telling them something so important. You felt like you betrayed them.

"You're not selfish, y/n." Sanji stated, him and the swordsman sharing a knowing look as he did so.

"The cook's right. You aren't selfish for finding out who you are and taking your time on coming out with it." Zoro nodded as he voiced out the truth. "If anything, you should be damn proud of it. You're never too selfish, y/n. You're a strong man and i'm glad that you're still here."

Sanji soon smiled, still holding you lovingly as he caressed your hair. "we're proud of you for who you are."

You let out a choked gasp. "B-But i'm not a woman. Don't you think that i'm a freak?" Desperation filled your voice, looking up at the men with tears in your eyes.

"Man or woman, we don't care. We still love you because you're y/n. You're yourself and we're so happy to have you." Sanji smiled. "We appreciate you, darling. I... I still love you."

"Took the words out of my mouth, shit cook." Zoro chuckled a bit with a slight smirk. He then turned to you, taking his turn. "Y/n, you could be anyone and anything you want and we'd still love you. Why? we don't know ourselves but we still want to keep you around, that's for sure." At his choice of words, Sanji kicked him a bit with a scoff.

"What the damn mosshead is trying to say is... No matter what or who you are, we'd still love you no matter what the cost is. Because we love you, y/n. We fell for you."

You slowly took in their words little by little, processing them. After you took your time, you sniffled softly, your breathing now steady and calm but you were still a bit shaken up. "You... You guys really mean it? You love me?"

"My love, we mean it. Every single word of it."

"We love you, y/n. We're always here for you."

Their words brought tears to your eyes, you let a smile break out and display on your features. Sanji then cupped your cheek with his hand, his touch warm and comforting. You unconsciously leaned towards his touch as he caressed your cheek.

It was a subtle action but it showed his undying love and affection for you. You'd hear him whisper, slowly leaning towards you.

"Sweetheart, let us give the support you deserve." He then paused, his hand moving to cup your chin. "May i...?"

It took you a moment to process his words. Without much word, you nodded as Sanji didn't waste his time to press his lips against yours. His kiss was soft and gentle, it was loving. It was a small action that showed his love to you. He held you firmly, his eye slowly fluttering shut as he continued to kiss you.

He had been dreaming about this for so, so long. He still longed more of your touch and attention ever since you came from earkier today after for a whole month and a half. Sanji didn't put up with it well ever since your absence of the crew, he kept getting into banters with Zoro more often ever since. Between him and Zoro, it was always a competition for your love and affection and he was so glad he's taking the first step with you.

Oh, But he was aware that Zoro will follow up. He's making it last while he can.

Sanji gently squeezed your hip, causing you to gasp and part your lips, giving him an advantage and he took it. He slipped his tounge and began to explore the spots his tounge could reach and caress. It wasn't long until his tounge danced with yours, his breath getting shaky and hot as it fans over your face softly as the kiss intensifies.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, cook." A deep voice in a slight growl called out. The swordsman glared at the cook before tugging you to his hard chest and away from Sanji's grasp. "You're not the only one who misses him." Zoro stated before pressing his own lips on yours, his tounge darting in and taking what he could. Sanji was annoyed, he frowned and furrowed his eyebrow.

"Don't be too greedy, shit marimo." He huffed as Zoro only ever continued to make out with you infront of Sanji just like he just did seconds ago.

Your lips quivered as both of the men practically fought over you. You didn't things to turn out in this way but you weren't complaining.

You'd had to admit, you feel a bit flattered being fought over. You were lost in a small trance as Zoro began to slip off the top of his robe, exposing his hard body which is eye candy to you. Zoro soon pulls away with a small string of saliva connecting your lips to his. He licked his lips as he smirked cheekily, having caught of your gaze on his body.

"Looks like i got the pretty boy's eye." His words of tease sent shivers down your spine. His rough hands sliding down to your sides in a up and down motion. It was sensual and it made a few shaky breaths leave your lips.

As you faced Zoro, you were unaware as Sanji leaned over and began to prep kisses on your neck, enlighting a moan from you which made him smirk against your skin.

Blood rushed to your face as you shivered and trembled. Sanji pressed his body against yours from behind, his hips grinding into you with the feeling of his growing erection obvious against your skin. A low moan left Sanji's lips as he continued this action. "Oh, Y/n... you're so tempting like this." He'd whisper with another low moan as the cook grinded against you in a desperate mannerism.

"curlybrow is that desperate?" Zoro teased, grinning mischievously as his hands moved under your shirt. You were turning like putty in their hands. Sanji scoffed softly, nibbling on the skin of your neck before licking the bruise that formed on the spot. "You're just as desperate as i am, shitty swordsman."

"Heh, you're not wrong. Who wouldn't get desperate to see a pretty boy be so shy? Bet he's ready to take both of us." Zoro licked his lips, leaning down to nibble on your ear.

You were now squished in between both men, helpless and now under their mercy. You were slowly turning into a mess and they haven't gotten that far yet.

You were just too irresistible to them.

"Say, curly." Zoro calls out, eyeing Sanji with both of them hands still on you. The cook irked an eyebrow as looked at the swordsman with a slight look of annoyance. "What?"

"What if we call it a truce...? Just this once, for him." Zoro offered, making Sanji think in thought. A sigh left Sanji as he nodded reluctantly. "Mh.. Only for my love. I'd do anything and everything to see him in such ecstasy and pleasure, even if it meant having you around." Sanji spoke, lips latching back to the neck of your skin which made you whimper. You're getting sensitive just from their actions.

"Enough with the competing... *for now*. Let's make him feel so fucking good." Zoro smirked and chuckled, stripping you out of your shirt which showed your transition scars. He admired them, his hands slowly reaching to trace your scars before teasing your nipples as they harden at his touch.

"You're so damn hot." The swordsman would mutter, claiming your lips once more. Without hesitation, you kissed back with small moans and whimpers leaving your lips and into the kiss, making Zoro growl slightly at the pleasurable vibration.

As the two of you made out, Sanji took the advantage to strip the remaining of your clothes, your pants soon pooling down around your feet on the kitchen floor as he undid them.

You felt his breath hitch at the sight of your nude body. It was so tempting, so hot. Sanji soon began to unbutton his dress shirt, his belt unbuckling next after he did so. "Oh, my darling y/n." He began, nibbling on your neck more as you made out with the swordsman. You felt a surge of desperation and desire to be in such a situation, being all nude and needy for both men.

"I can't wait to feel you..." Sanji's words made you tremble. Your kind felt dizzy and light headed. You cut the kiss short, panting heavily as Zoro drank in the sight of you in such a state.

"Look at you," Zoro groaned. "You want us both, don't you? Such a manwhore." Those words made you weak to the knees.

"I-I need it... Please." You pleaded lightly, whimpering softly. This reaction gave Zoro a surge of arousal and desire, he smirked as he took in your desperate, pleading words.

"Need what?" Zoro teased.

"You need to speak up for us, mon amour. What do you need? Use that attractive voice of yours.." Sanji's tone was teasing aswell but his was more softer, more tender and sensual.

"I-Inside.. I need you t-to fuck me, please." You pleaded once more, using your voice as asked.

"Now that's a good boy." Zoro hummed in satisfaction, dropping down his robe and his pants. He gave you a knowing wink, smirking lightly. You were now in between two nearly naked men, their erections hard and pulsing. You gulped a bit, preparing to what was about to come.

"On all fours, now." Zoro commanded. With a submissive nod along with a shiver of pleasure ran down your spine, you went on your hands and knees. Sanji licked his lips, moving to get on his knees infront of you. His hand reached down to part your lips open with his thumb. He let out a soft groan at he saw the way you look up at him.

"Y/n..." He muttered softly, letting his pulsing cock free from his boxers. It throbbed with need for attention as the tip gently poked your lips. Without much word, your tounge slip out, running up to Sanji's length to the very tip. His breath hitches as you licked the slit with some pre-cum already leaking.

"Yes, yes, my love.. Just like that." Sanji moaned softly, praising and encouraging you as you took your time before you took him in your mouth. He threw his head back, his lips parting ever so slightly. His hand went to place itself on your head, gently caressing your hair.

"So warm..." Sanji moaned out as you slowly bobbed your head on his hardened cock, it throbbing inside your mouth. He covered his mouth, looking back down at you with some blood dripping down his chin from his nose. "You're doing so good, y/n-swan..~" He praised softly in a small moan, moving his hips slightly.

"Dartbrow is already having his fun, don't mind if i do." Zoro muses, grinning as he took the position from your behind. He got to his knees, freeing his throbbing length from his boxers.

His hands went to your ass, spreading them to take a better look at your tempting and needy entrance. He grinned, teasing you by rubbing his hard tip to your hole, making you flinch slightly and trembled as you move your hips in an attempt to pull him in.

You couldn't move you head to look at the swordsman, you were busy with Sanji using your mouth. You couldn't see as Zoro spat on your entrance. He teasingly rubbed his length on you, groaning lowly as he watched your ass engulfed his thick length. With his saliva acting as a poor excuse of lube, he pushed in, slowly but surely.

"Fuck, now this is the good stuff." He groaned out, moving his grip to your hips to keep you steady as he sheathes himself inside you. Moans left your throat and onto Sanji's dick, the vibrations sent addictive sensations to Sanji as he moaned and gripped on your hair, tugging on it gently.

Both of the men were now inside you. Sanji thrusted his hips lightly, his breathing shaky and hot. He looked down at you with flushed cheeks, nose still dripping with blood as he engraved the view of you taking in his needy cock into your warm, heavenly mouth. He bit his lips, loving the feeling of your lips wrapped around him as you suck him off, your moans giving him pleasureable vibrations.

Zoro took his sweet time with you, he was mesmerized at the sight of you taking in his cock, he felt your tightness around him stretch to his size. Another groan leaft his throat as he slowly thrusted in and out, finding his slow but rough pace. "Such a good whore for taking me all in." Zoro grinned, giving your ass a squeeze.

Doesn't it feel good to be in between two men who want you? It's even more flattering to now realize that they're fighting over you. You were loved by the cook and the swordsman and it showed.

Tears of pleasure gathered in your eyes as Sanji pushed himself deeper, his tip slowly reaching down to your throat. That and Zoro's rough pace was all too much to bear. Your body couldn't take it well but oh it did.

"Fuck, y/n... you're so good, my love." Sanji praised, a string of praises mixed with moans leaving his lips as he guided your head to his cock, successfully deep throating him. "You're so attractive, keep looking at me like that, please." He choked out, his breath going faster as he took in every single if your sweet expressions as you took him in your mouth all while sending pleasureable vibrations to his pulsing cock.

Zoro growled as his thrusts picked up the speed, his tip hitting your g-spot each time to which made you arch your back.

Fuck, it was all too good.

The sounds of skin slapping, grunts and moans bounced off the kitchen's walls. Both Zoro and Sanji's thrusts getting sloppy and desperate.

"You're mine, y/n." Zoro groaned out possesively, his grip on your hips tightening as he gave your ass a smack, his eye watching intently as your skin rippled against each impact he did on you. Sanji couldn't even glare at the swordsman properly, his hips still thrusting into your warm mouth.

"He's ours." Sanji corrected with a shaky huff, his eye focusing on you and only you. Zoro couldn't even care less at Sanji's words, he was too focused on his own pace.

It wasn't long until the both of them were reaching their peak, seeing how their thrusts were getting so sloppy and desperate. You even felt them twitch inside you.

With Sanji's cock stuffed inside your mouth along with Zoro fucking the hell out of you from behind, it was clear that you were theirs.

"Shit, it's too good." Zoro cussed out, groaning as he threw his head back, his thrusts still steady and rough as it penetrated you.

You were too busy taking all the pleasure in. Saliva slowly leaked out from your lips and it dribbled down yo your chin, adding more arousal for Sanji.

"Y/n! I-I'm-!" Sanji couldn't even finish his words, he gave in a few last, sloppy thrusts as he stuffed your mouth with his warm semen. The liquid forced itself down into your throat as you took it all in.

The swordsman himself wasn't far behind, he gave one last powerful thrust before filling you up to the brim with his seed. A loud groan echoed though the kitchen as it came from the cook and the swordsman's throats. Zoro panted heavily, his voice raspy as he rode out his high.

You yourself didn't even realize that you already reached your peak multiple times, the pleasure was all too much for you but fuck it felt so, so good. Both Zoro and Sanji pulled out of you, causing your body to collapse on the kitchen floor tiles, the cold tiles caressing your skin. You coughed a bit, panting heavily as the both of then admired their work on you.

You were stuffed, filled to the brim with their cum. Some already leaking from your asshole and your lips. Zoro chuckled slightly, his cock still throbbing.

"What a sight." The swordsman muses lightly. "So... Y/n, will you let us have our way with you again? There's more to come." Zoro added with a mischievous smirk. Sanji groaned softly and quietly, wanting more.

"Let us take care of you."

#one piece #one piece smut #one piece x reader #x reader #sanji smut #one piece fluff #vinsmoke sanji #one piece fanfiction #zoro roronoa x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader x sanji

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finalmemes · 1 year

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TWIN PEAKS. roleplay sentence starters of episode 1x01. feel free to edit according to scenario / pronouns. tw: death, death of a minor, horror, eating, mild language.

gone fishing.

the lonesome foghorn blows.

put [ name ] on the horn.

she's dead. wrapped in plastic.

you stay right there. i'm on my way.

[ name ], not a word about this to anyone until you hear from me.

we'd better take some pictures.

is this gonna happen every damn time?

[ name ], now means now.

we're gonna be able to get it for a song. one verse, no chorus.

honey, what's wrong? what's this all about?

why didn't she leave me a note?

what? who? what did you say?

i couldn't get my car started.

i can drop you by your place on the way if you want.

i'll see you in my dreams.

i think she knows about us.

come on, cowboy, light your fire.

i'll call you later.

let's get out of here.

hey, man, something's up.

thank you for your time.

something troubling you, [ name ]? you wanna tell us about it?

you think i killed her?

[ name ], we're gonna talk about this later.

i can tell from the sounds that it isn't her.

do you know where the key to this is?

don't walk away from me like that.

what's your name?

she was the one.

buy you a coffee?

i've never seen so many trees in my life.

as w.c. fields would say, "i'd rather be here than philadelphia."

if you could get paid that kind of money for being wrong 60 percent of the time, it'd beat working.

damn good food.

that's what i need. a clean place, reasonably priced.

i've got to find out what kind of trees these are.

have any trouble finding the place?

whole town's really badly shaken up.

there's a few things we gotta get straight right off the bat.

well, like i said, we're glad to have you here.

well, the autopsy hasn't been done yet.

Is there any connection to the dead girl?

what exactly are you saying?

terrible, terrible tragedy.

you're on your way to the morgue now, do you mind if i join you?

there it is. oh, my god, here it is.

i've got to find something to grab onto this with.

we need to bag and tag this.

you gonna let me in on whatever the hell is going on here?

[ name ], we got a lot to talk about.

what the hell are you doing?

i've been looking all over for you.

look, don't tell me where i ought to be.

boy, i sure know how to pick 'em, huh?

i hate asparagus. does this mean i'll never grow up?

that's something to get started on.

you ever been surprised before?

you two had a big fight last week, didn't you?

if i had a fight with her, if i sang songs with her, if i went skipping rope with her, what difference does it make?

[ name ], here's how this works. we ask the questions, and you answer the questions that we ask. briefly and to the point.

she wouldn't do that to me.

you didn't love her, anyway.

did they scarf that whole damn smorgasbord?

i'll be at home this evening, if you need a sympathetic ear.

you know, dear, i have no idea what's going on here.

you've been through a lot today.

you don't keep records?

i'm sorry, i know i promised not to call you there, but i have to see you.

i think i saw a cottontail rabbit.

who's the babe?

is this thing on?

now, there is a chance that the person who committed these crimes is someone from this town, possibly even someone you know.

they're not releasing many details, wisely, i suppose.

i'm going out the window in a few minutes and i need you to cover for me.

the best-laid plans of mice and men.

what do you mean? she snuck out?

i don't know where she's gone.

don't do it for me, do it for yourself.

you know why i'm whittling?

because that's what you do in a town where a yellow light still means slow down, not speed up.

why don't you whistle for a little backup?

what are you sneaking around for?

i suppose you want me to follow them at a discreet distance.

do you think they spotted us?

give me a donut.

man, smell those trees.

[ name ], what happened last night?

it's not your fault, [ name ].

i don't have an alibi.

what goes around comes around.

can you recommend to me a good inexpensive hotel or motel?

tomorrow comes early.

it must have happened about this time 24 hours ago.

#horror sentence starters #rp sentence starters #rp memes #writing prompts #horror prompts #twin peaks sentence starters #tv sentence starters #mystery sentence starters #roleplay memes

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gaybananabread · 6 months

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13. Sneak Attack Amity attempts to get her siblings back for their tickling cheer ups to her but in the end gets easily overpowered.

TickleTober Day 13 - Sneak Attack

Is it just me, or have I written pretty much the same scenario three times now? Hopefully there’s been improvement between them (>m<). Busted this thing out the night before I left town, so I’m sorry for any grammatical errors. I’m kinda straying away from TOH, so I might be taking it off my list. Still, thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Amity

Lers: Emira, Edric

Summary: Amity tries once again to get her siblings back for their tickly attacks. The twins catch on, quickly putting a stop to her plan with one of their own.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

Amity was sitting at her work desk, tapping a pencil against her blank homework. She really didn’t feel like writing the essay, her mind wandering elsewhere. She had a good week to work on it, plenty of time to do it.

The purple-haired witchling’s thoughts drifted, various topics coming and going. It was fun to just zone out and think for a bit. Fun…a distant memory resurfaced, one from a good few months ago. Her siblings were messing with her and, once again, reduced her to a giggly puddle. Come to think of it, she never did get them back…

The distant look on her face slowly became a smirk, a plan formulating in her mind. The twins were sneaky, but they couldn’t win every time. It was her turn to finally get some well-deserved vengeance.

…

Amity set the abomination trap, checking to make sure that everything was in place. Her plan was foolproof. She would lure Emira in, call the abomination on her, and finally get her revenge. Edric would have to wait, he was doing his own homework anyways.

“Em! I need some help here!” As planned, her sister ran into the room to see what was wrong. When Emira saw the small yet shit-eating grin on her sibling’s face, she knew something was up. Best to play along with it, see if she can turn the tables.

Emira walked closer to her sister, stopping just a few feet away. “What’s up, mittens?” Amity sighed, biting the inside of her cheek. Just a bit closer…

“Just…wanted your opinion on something. Can you come over here?” If she hadn’t already known, that would have told her something was up. Taking a look around, she saw a bit of abomination goo on the carpet. So that’s what her plan was… Em could work with that.

She walked up to her sister, shoving her back at the last second. Emira wasn’t as good with abominations as her sister, but catching Amity off guard helped her get the jump on the younger witch. She activated the abomination trap, using it on the one who planted it. “Sneak attack!”

Amity yelped, feeling her trap being used against her. She was so close! Before she had a chance to protest, she felt fingers dancing across her belly. “E-EHEMIRAHA! COHOME ON, NOHOHOT AHAGAIN!”

Oh, it was too perfect. Amity had yet to figure out that there was no besting the twins. Even if it was just one of them. Speaking of which…

“Who’s wrecking Amity, and why wasn’t I invited?” Edric came down the stairs from his room, a smug grin on his face. He knew exactly what was going on, and planned to get his turn.

Emira waved him over, drilling into Amity’s belly button and making her squeal. “You’re a little late, doofus. Here, help me with her pits. She’s too wild to get all by my lonesome.” Ugh, that stupid voice… Every time they teased her, each twin would use this cocky, smug tone to drive her nuts. “DOHON’T YOUHU *DAHAHARE*!”

That got a snort out of the older teen. Her threat was more adorable than anything, with all the laughter. “Sorry mittens. Twin Law, gotta help if she asks.”

Those evil little- “GYAAA! NOHOHOHO!” Amity thrashed in the goopy restraints, any and all thoughts of insults being drowned out by ticklish agony. Both her worst spots being attacked at the same time was awful enough; then the teasing started.

“Aww, poor mittens. You’d think she would’ve learned by now~ There’s no getting payback on us.” Emira’s nails paired with Edric’s gentle squeezes and pokes were sending her into a tickly tizzy. She regretted making her plan so “foolproof” now that she was stuck in it. Not only was it proof that her plan was not as solid as she would’ve liked; it also kept her firmly in place and at the mercy of her evil siblings.

A snort interrupted her laughter, Ed’s fingers nailing the center of her underarms as Em drilled her nails into her belly button. It was an extremely unfair combo. “NYAHOHOHO! GUHUHUYS!”

Edric actually felt a bit bad. They had wrecked her a good few times, constantly denying her any retribution. “Do we have to be so mean, Em? She kinda does deserve to get us back, even if it’ll never happen.” He turned his eyes back to Amity, chuckling. “ A+ idea on your plan, by the way. Execution…needs some work.”

She was too lost in laughter to care. Ed finally gave into his less-cruel thoughts, moving his fingers up to her neck. Amity’s laughter eased up a bit, though squeaks and occasional snorts were added to the mix. “Pl- snort pleHEHEASE! IHIT’S- thihis isn’t fahahahahair!”

Emira wanted to continue the evil attack, but Edric gave her the “c’mon” look. Sighing, she switched to rib-pokes. “You’re lucky Ed’s gone soft. I would’ve been fine making you squeal, little sis~”

“Youhuhuhu *squeak* you bohoth suhuck!” Amity’s battery was already pretty drained from their initial attack. Em had no reason to be so cruel, other than her own entertainment. Maybe it was the big sister instinct to torture their little siblings. She honestly couldn’t tell you; all she knew is that it sucked to be on the receiving end.

The rib pokes and neck tickles weren’t half as bad as their previous tickle-hell-combo, but it was still sending those annoying butterflies into her stomach. Being tickled by her siblings was fun, to an extent. They had reached that extent. “Cohohome ohon! snort Plehehease?”

Okay, time to be the merciful brother… Edric pulled his hands away from her neck, backing up to admire their work. Once again, they’d reduced their sister to a blushy, giggling mess. He knew Em would take some convincing to quit, though. Her and her ler moods…

“Em, c’mon, don’t kill her. She’s had more than enough.” When she rolled her eyes and ignored him, he grabbed her by the sides, squeezing as he dragged his twin away from their exhausted sibling. Emira, not expecting the sudden jolts to her sides, practically squawked, whipping around and batting his hands. Her focus on the abomination restrains wavered, the purple sludge melting back into the trap box and releasing their youngest sibling. “Uhuhugh…th-thahanks Ed…”

Emira’s cheeks were red, though not nearly as much as her sister’s. The older teen scoffed, jabbing her brother in the ribs before turning back to Amity. “Okay, fine. Maybe I did take things a smidge too far. BUT- I’m all done now. Soooo… Blight siblings cuddle pile?”

One though simultaneously crossed both Edric and Amity’s minds in that moment: seriously? She had just gotten done wrecking Amity’s shit, and she immediately wanted a cuddle pile? Still, some cuddly aftercare would be nice… Screw it.

“F-fihine. I get to pihick the movie, thohough.” Em could live with that. Sure, Amity only ever picked cheesy RomComs, but it wasn’t horrible. At least it wasn’t one of Ed’s gruesome slashers… Even she had her limits. “Okay, that’s cool. Ed, burrito-ify mittens and meet me on the couch.”

And turn her to a burrito he did. Edric grabbed one of the fluffier blankets from the nearby chair, wrapping his younger sister up and carrying her to the couch. Amity huffed, but didn’t protest the movement. She loved the attention, as silly as it was.

Tossing her on the couch, Ed sat down and tugged Emira over to them. Pretty soon, all three Blight siblings were curled into each other, the TV ready for some cheesy-movie action. Amity had, predictably, chosen a romantic comedy about two witches in love, each a coven head. The plot was okay, but some of the corny scenarios made Edric cringe and Emira fake-gag. Amity was eating it up, though, so it was kinda worth it.

The trio continued to relax together, winding down from their chaotic day. Eventually, they passed out, cheesy RomCom number three still playing in the background. Their father entered the home about an hour later, a soft smile forming at the sight. He definitely didn’t take a picture for his private Penstagram account. These kids…

#toh tickle #lee!amity #ler!edric #ler!emira #ticklish!amity #augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle #tickletober #augtickletober #the owl house tickle #toh amity #toh emira #toh edric #blight siblings

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fatuismooches · 7 months

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Same anon as the Hercules song ask :p I’ve got another song inspired brainrot for you !!!

Please imagine the following: Dottore x AI!reader based on the song “world.execute(me);” by mili or “ga1ahad and scientific witchery” by also mili

Here’s the scenario I’m thinking of: one of the Dottore segments creates an AI assistant in secret, maybe this is the same universe as fragile!reader but after the unfortunate event of reader passing away before any of the dottores could prevent it

So this particular segment hasn’t been taking their death very well (though I’m pretty sure none of the others would be either) and in a very ill advised decision in his grief, he creates and AI in the form of the reader in both likeness and personality

Of course, because this is an AI, AI!reader isn’t the same as fragile!reader, disappointing the segment greatly. And thus he hides the AI from the rest of the segments and prime seeing his creation as a failure

But eventually he does eventually start to care for the AI, albeit in his own odd way. It’s not quite the same love you shared before, but AI!reader still has that same care and kindness and snark that made Dottore fall in love with them in the first place

Things won’t ever be the same, but it’s still Something y’know?

But of course, things come crashing down, once the sumeru archon quest concludes and all the segments are destroyed. Including the one who made AI!reader, who now believes he “left” them (in reference to the second chorus of world.execute(me); )

At least until prime Dottore finds out about the segments “project” from the fatui agents coming to the lab to pick things up :p

And that’s where most of my thoughts end aside from some scattered scenarios of AI!reader learning how to love LMAO

- songs anon (can I be that? Since I’ll probably be showing up often to bring more song related thoughts :3c )

oh mY GOD... SONGS ANON YOU ACTUALLY BLEW MY MIND CUZ THIS IS SUPER GOOD AND ALSO SO SAD AT THE SAME TIME 😭😭😭 The clones would be so absolutely distraught at your death because to be real, you were the only one who truly acknowledged them. Who liked them, loved them even, showed them attention and affection. Not even their creator extended that feeling to them. So to say they missed you would be a massive understatement... the lab would never be the same.

The segment would probably be a younger one, he was slightly more irrational back then and was just learning how to be loved by you... until it was snatched away far too soon. He just wants a taste of you once again, your sweet soothing voice, affectionate yet sassy nature... which leads him to do something that he shouldn't have.

Though he did his best, he realizes that you aren't the same as your past self. You may be a copy of them, but you couldn't hope to replicate the old you exactly. It just wasn't the same, and it would never be the same, the segment knows, and yet he can't help but check up on you every once in a while. A few times become a couple and then much more frequent. He does like you, maybe not the same but... your eyes remind him of when you were alive far too much.

You come to expect the segment's visit to your lonesome hideaway everyday, but one day he stops. And never shows up again. Despite being an AI, you can't help but feel... discontented. Empty? The one thing that was constant in your life seems to be gone. So you silently resolve yourself to this fate. Until you meet a masked man who looks oddly similar to the segment - you hope that this is your friend! - but when he opens his mouth you know that he is the opposite.

Ngl i imagine Dottore would probably treat AI reader poorly at first because being reminded of you leaves a very poor taste in his mouth and makes him feel a fury of emotions - how could this faulty copy ever live up to the real you?

#smooches talks #songs anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #OH MY GOD THE SONGS WERE SO GOOD TOO I LOVED THEM #dottore once again hiding the most advanced tech ever to be in teyvat in his basement 🥰

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takecareluv · 2 years

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as a jackman harlow request (hehe i'm excited):

jack meeting reader at a pub in london while he's out exploring the city by himself at night. he's on a solo trip and choosing to go out at a late hour to escape potential fans hounding him and because he wants to be alone and see what it's like to be a "normal" tourist in a famous city. he's hesitant at first when reader approaches and strikes up conversation with him, but relaxes when he realizes reader does not know him. the two of them talk over fries and beer, talking until the sun is up, at which point they leave the bar. jack gives the reader his jacket or hoodie as they walk down the empty streets in the chill of the morning, eventually parting ways. jack tells the reader to keep the jacket or hoodie, thanking for the amazing night.

i'm sorry if this was too specific, but for some reasonw when you posted about jack being in london right now my mind immediately conjured up this scenario. regardless, i know if you choose to use this as a scenario you'll make it into something beautiful, as always <3

a.n. liv this is amazing. don’t apologize for it being too specific, it was perfect. you always come up with the best ideas, i swear !!! thank you for sending this <3 also how did you know i’ve been wanting to write something based in london ??? I’m so excited but nervous about this - my first jack fic !! ah i hope you guys like it mwah!

love in london || jack harlow x reader

jack thought it was a blessing to have the opportunity to travel the world like he did. getting to see so many countries in such a short amount of time, visiting places people only wished of seeing. it was all great, but the one thing he felt he missed out on through all of his journeys, was exploring these beautiful cities like a true tourist. being able to walk down the street without hearing whispers and the clicks of cameras around him.

he always felt he stood out more when he had his whole entourage with him. it was hard to stay lowkey when you had a big group plus a security guard following you around everywhere.

so when he landed in london all by his lonesome, he was a little more excited, ready to sneak around the city without cameras being shoved in his face like never before.

* ࣪. ⋆ ✧ ﾟ: * ♡ * : ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪ ♡ ࣪.* ࣪ ⋆ ✧ ﾟ: * ♡ * : ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.*

several hours later and he just wrapped up a meeting with some executives about expanding his upcoming tour to the united kingdom.

he made the mistake of not eating before hand and was now in desperate need for a quick bite to eat, although unsure of where to go at this time of night.

that’s when he noticed a dim light coming from a tiny pub down the road, immediately making long strides towards the quaint spot.

upon entering, he noticed he was practically alone in the joint, besides the two old guys in the corner arguing over whatever game was on and, of course, the man behind the bar. it was perfect, he thought to himself. no one to film him or ask a million intruding questions.

he took a seat at the empty bar, quickly ordering fish and chips, along with a guinness, deciding to treat himself and go all out with the british meal.

and with quiet moments like this being as far and few between, jack decided to take advantage of it and pull out his current read, the great gatsby.

he read quietly for a few minutes, munching on some day-old peanuts, before he heard the seat beside him shift, followed by a soft whisper. “i’ll have a shandy, please. oh and an order of chips as well. thanks.”

it was quiet again for a moment before the soft voice that jack already found himself fascinated by, spoke up once more. “are the fries as good as they say?” he heard you giggle. a giggle he was already in love with.

“they alright. probably been sitting out all day though.” he answered hesitantly, always nervous he was about to get asked for something, with the person knowing who he was.

however, the conversation continued and you began discussing the book jack had closed in front of him. jack relaxed, easing himself into the flow he had with you since you started talking. he realized you had no idea who he was and was now excited to just have a normal conversation with a stranger. although he wasn’t sure he wanted you to be a stranger any longer.

* ࣪. ⋆ ✧ ﾟ: * ♡ * : ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪ ♡ ࣪.* ࣪ ⋆ ✧ ﾟ: * ♡ * : ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.*

unbeknownst to you, hours had gone by since you first sparked a conversation with the cute guy you had yet to know the name of.

in that time, you had ordered two more pints of beer and a second basket of fries before the sun started to rise and the bartender was walking over to you with a bill in his hand. “alright, lovebirds, night’s over. i gotta close up.”

you reached down to pull out your wallet from the small purse resting by your feet, but jack quickly stopped you. “don’t worry about it, i got it.”

“are you sure? i feel bad, i don’t even know your name.” you babbled.

“the name’s jack. now will you let me pay for you?” he responded confidently.

you laughed, “i’m guessing you’re not going to take no for an answer.”

“nope,” jack basically cut you off.

“well fine. thank you, jack. i owe you one.” you replied, sounding defeated. although jack didn’t notice, he was to busy focusing on your insinuation that this wasn’t a one time thing, which made him smile to himself.

he handed the impatient bartender a one hundred pound note, telling him to “keep the change” before grabbing your hand and walking out of the pub.

“i’ll walk you home,” he whispered.

“no, jack, it’s okay. you don’t have to do that. i don’t want you to have to go even further out of your way, you should get some rest anyway.” you tried to reason with him, but you already knew he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“i’m not letting you walk alone at this time. now c’mon, you lead the way.”

you smiled at how genuinely sweet he was, especially with someone he barely knew for that matter. you squeezed his hand once more while guiding him in the direction of your apartment.

you only made it around the corner before jack noticed you were shivering. he was quick to stop in his tracks, pulling his jacket off his body, and delicately placing it on your shorter frame.

it basically swallowed you whole and jack thought that was most adorable thing.

you smiled up at him, getting lost in those baby blues, mumbling a soft “thank you”.

you walked in a comfortable silence for the remainder of the journey, hands still intertwined, before you came to pause in front of the entrance to your apartment complex.

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t consider circling the block a few times just to get some extra minutes with the man next to you.

“well this is me,” you attempted to hide the sadness in your voice, although it didn’t really work too well, jack was quick to notice the pout that fell onto your lips.

you shrugged off the jacket that was three sizes too big on you and smelt heavenly of his expensive cologne. in other words, the comfiest jacket you had ever worn, attempting to hand it back to the boy.

“no, no. you keep it. i’ll just get it back from you next time i see you.” jack said, pushing the jacket back towards you.

“next time?” you questioned, confused but smiley.

“yeah, you didn’t think i’d let you get away that easy, did you?” jack remarked with a smirk on his face. “have a good night, y/n. i’ll see you soon,” he winked, walking away from you.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fic #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow blurb #meg writes : ♡₊˚𓂃⠀◟

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hella1975 · 11 months

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hella idk what to send to you for aftg im either bored or annoyed and I don't wanna just say bad things about it 😭 like that's just rude and yall obviously like it I DONT WANNA BE SOME DEBBY DOWNER MDMWKEM

I looked at the anti aftg tag too to see if I could intermingle there and last I checked it was a mix of fans obsessed with the series and haters being just a tad harsh imo, so i couldn't even do that RIP. I'm so lonesome in what is maybe a whole group of people gaslighting me 😔👊

honestly ive said this before and i always have to tread a very fine line with it because this isn't me saying it's OKAY or like. promotable. but i do think to an extent that aftg's problematicness is actually an aspect of what draws people in a lot. like the characters and their reactions to things feel real for who they are, what they've been through and the environments they were raised in if that makes sense? and then you go in the anti-aftg tag and it's just again and again 'they said THIS thing and acted THIS way in response to THIS scenario and it was PROBLEMATIC' and like. yeah. outside of the internet bubble you're in people do actually do that. like that behaviour exists. it IS problematic, well done. you pointed at a wall and called it a wall. but like? in real life people - PARTICULARLY deprived, traumatised people that typically don't ever get therapy or community or someone telling them why something is bad - DO act this way. ive said half of my love for andrew is literally just because he took an awful backstory and let it make him a complete cunt and ive NEVER seen a character do it as shamelessly as him before. and yeah there's the argument for how it's never resolved in the book where nora ties it with a bow and points at the bad behaviour so the readers can go 'see, this is wrong' and we all clap, but idk it just for me feels that when people point at the aftg characters and go problematic! problematic! problematic! it's like they're missing the point a bit.

the point being? that we need to be putting WAY more heat on the author. i really dislike her and a lot of her writing choices and her insistance of using slurs that aren't hers to reclaim and just because it happened to make the characters feel just that bit more authentic i can still acknowledge that she CLEARLY wrote it without characterisation in mind and just added all that problematic shit anyway. like i never get why there's so little focus on nora's writing decisions and thousands of posts just fucking CRUCIFYING the characters themselves and 'let's explain in detail why this behaviour is Morally Reprehensible and they should be Locked Up Forever'. like if u want to focus on the characters so bad and pretend they're the sole reason why aftg is Problematic and Bad then why is it so hard to acknowledge that someone raised the way they were might have some misinformed, ignorant beliefs. idk lol

#but i do also think im prone to viewing these characters as TOO real and i understand there's a line to be drawn between media and reality #like at what point does 'life imitates art' become just a genuinely shit piece of media #and at the end of the day im fully aware which end of the spectrum aftg is on LMAO but this is my 2 cents #like ive met so many people that have said absolutely heinous things that the internet would eat them alive for #like homophobic sexist shit you name it they've said it and it IS problematic and uncomfortable to listen to #but i also know that while teenagers online that would call them problematic were busy claiming some new fucking buzz word to throw around #those people were actively just fucking trying to survive. like they weren't learning about why misogyny is bad #because they were fucking addicted to drugs or living through poverty or some shit like they had BIGGER PROBLEMS #like not everyone got the education or life experiences you got and while it's valid to assume someone saying horrible things #is horrible themselves there's also the times it's just genuinely a misinformed ignorant person #like they'll say 'problematic' things and i'll point out why it's bad and they'll literally go 'oh i never thought of that.' that's it!!!#like i have this childhood friend whose life has been an absolute circus start to finish like COMPLETE instability i wont even get into it #low and behold she had NO ONE educating her about things and one time i had to explain to her why having abortion rights was important #bc she just out of nowhere said she was against abortions. and i initially was outraged and disappointed that this came from her #but i didn't patronise her or shout i just explained my angle on why i think they're good and she was on side immediately #cause she always had bigger problems than researching ethics and no one to guide her so she just absorbed the first opinion she came across #and in a small town from a working class family that opinion is typically not the nice woke answer the internet demands #and with aftg particularly andrew bc he's the one who gets a lot of slack for being violent and generally unreasonable #you have someone who has literally not had someone treat him kindly a single time in his life and each new person is a genuine safety threa #like the average person just does not have to deal with that! ofc they have more time to decide their political and moral compass!#and that's so relevant to real life! popularity for the monarchy is highest amongst the working class! the people voted for brexit! trump!#the lower classes and marginalised simply do not have the resources that higher classes do #and someone fighting for survival is not going to be reading twitter threads on cancel culture in their spare time #so many issues in the world can be eased so much quicker by kindness and patient non-patronising education #than just. pointing and calling 'problematic' at anything remotely uncomfortable #idk where this came from its 2am i should go to bed and instead im ranting not even about aftg anmore this is completely it's own thing now #i feel like i worded this badly too im gonna wake up to anons in the morning accusing me of like. condoning spiking #also gloomy i am SO sorry you are the true victim of this i went ENTIRELY off piste on this one please ignore this 😭#ask

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queer-coded-camaro-driver · 2 years

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Prompt idea maybe: "You look so pretty when you cry."

sorry this took me a minute, but the right scenario needed time to formulate

Harringrove pre-relationship, post S2/pre S3, marijuana

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He’s stoned as hell when he says it, of course. Otherwise he would never have opened his mouth and let something so totally idiotic come flying out in front of Hawkins’ notorious bad boy, Billy Hargrove. But they both show up at one of the quarry’s lesser known spots at the same time and both outright refuse to leave… So the somewhat-rivals begrudgingly agree to share some of Eddie Munson’s better shit and ignore the tension brewing between them. At least for a few glorious hours.

Until Steve exhales a cloud of blue smoke and says offhandedly: “You look so pretty when you cry.”

Billy’s head snaps up, expression grim – he’s borderline murderous already. The blond’s upper lip curls back until he’s snarling, until Steve is staring down a Billy who’s more wolf than boy. “What the fuck did you say to me, Harrington?”

Steve blinks. Shit. How is he supposed to answer that when he hadn’t even meant to open his mouth in the first place!? How the hell is he supposed to tell the guy who beat the shit out of him a few weeks ago that he looked stunning from below–

In retrospect, obviously. At the time of their altercation, Steve had been angry and frightened and was trying his best to protect the kids; which is, ironically enough, also what Billy had been trying to do. He’d been trying to protect Max from an entire room full of strange guys.

Which, like, fair enough.

But even after the Billy’s-fist shaped bruises have healed and the cuts fade to nothing, Steve’s mind keeps wandering back to those awful but electrifying moments before unconsciousness. The memory is glorious: blood dripping from that statuesque nose, tears forming at the corners of the younger boy’s wrathful blue eyes as he drives his fist into Steve’s face over and over. The howl Steve saw but never quite managed to hear, straining like distant thunder in the back of Billy’s throat.

He’d been pissed at Billy, going out of his way to avoid the blond until Max filled him in on what went on at their house on Cherry Road. Staying mad about something as stupid as a misunderstanding in the wake of El’s incredible victory and this new information seems childish. Stupid. Steve has seen the end of the world and faced it head on, so what’s one equally lonesome asshole from California, really?

“Hey, pretty boy, you gonna fuckin’ answer me?”

“Oh!” Steve shakes his head and bites his bottom lip before exhaling. “Right… I mean, you have like–” Fuck. “–I don’t know dude, I’m high as fuck!”

“Well that’s kind of a weird thing to say, man.”

“I know that, Billy. Christ, you think I wanna sound this stupid all the time? Kids make fun of me when I open my mouth.”

Unexpectedly, the blond boy’s frown deepens. He starts rolling another joint on the hood of Steve’s car. “That’s not very nice of them, considering how much of your trust fund you’ spend on gas to tote them everywhere. If I were one of those brats, I’d be worshiping the ground you walk on.”

Steve gives Billy a look of outright awe.

Did Eddie lace this shit? Am I dreaming?

“Huh?”

“I rarely see you around without one of those nerdy little brats hanging off your jacket, so you clearly spend a lot of time helping them out and taking them places. They think it’s okay to treat you like crap just because they’ve read a few more books and gone to a few less parties? Dumbasses.”

“When I said you’re pretty when you cry, I mean your eyes get more intense. You have nice eyes for, like, a dude. I guess.”

Now it’s Billy’s turn to stare at Steve in shock.

He lights up the joint and takes a drag before passing it to Steve. “Thanks, Harrington. That’s kind of nice, in a weird way.”

“It’s already been established that I’m pretty weird.”

“And sweet.”

“What?”

“You’re sweet,” Billy reiterates, taking the joint back. “But you didn’t hear me say shit.”

“Course not,” Steve smiles. He’s really stoned; his head is full of cotton and he has the deep desire to reach out and touch Billy’s golden curls. “Hey, can I touch your hair?”

“Can I touch yours?”

“Yeah.”

“Then, sure.”

They each reach out with one hand. Billy tucks what he can behind Steve’s ears and Steve tugs gently at one of Billy’s ringlets only to watch it bounce back into place. Quietly, so quietly it’s barely audible, the older boy whispers: “What are we doing?”

Billy shrugs, fingers still tangled in loose brown locks. “Dunno. But I kinda like it.”

“Me, too.”

“Cool… Do you really think I’m pretty?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.”

They watch the sun rise over the far edge of the quarry in silence, shoulders pressed tightly together. They’re almost sober again, and Steve isn’t sure if things will go back to the way they were yesterday or if this new sense of understanding is permanent. The tension in the air hasn’t returned and he’s terrified to think that it may.

He doesn’t want to lose this side of Billy.

“Hey, Hargrove…?”

“Yeah, pretty boy?”

“Are we– Does this mean we can stop being assholes to each other?” Steve asks.

Billy laughs, bright and loud and so fucking beautiful that Steve’s chest aches. His gorgeous blue eyes go squinty and thin as his smile grows, slivers of seafoam iris showing through. “Yeah, Harrington. I think we can figure out a way to be friends.”

Steve’s grin is unstoppable. Genuine. Something is stirring in his heart like an animal waking from hibernation.

“Cool.”

#harringrove #harringrove ficlet #anonswers #anon prompt fill #harringrove prompt fill #harringrove fluff #marijuana tw #billy hargrove #steve harrington #snark #flirting

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marshmallowprotection · 1 year

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Hii can I please request a jumin comfort fic for an insomniac mc? I will admit jumin is the one I imagine while making up scenarios to try and fall asleep lmao

Jumin often finds it hard to rest, believe it or not. There’s nights where he ends up ruminating on a plan or a business venture. He knows that he wants to do the right thing for everyone involved and that means that he can spend a while with his thoughts looking for the best deal for everyone. He wants people to see the benefit as soon as possible, even if that means he has to make changes and do something different after years of everyone doing the same thing.

Those are his late nights when he sits at his desk with his head in his hands, tapping the pen against the paper, knowing his goal is success. He’s had years to sit around and do this, but it seems to be his default during crunch time. It’s something he’s been working on since he doesn’t want to worry you or leave you in bed for long without his company.

Elizabeth is great for the time being, but she will become lonely as well if he isn’t around to become a pillow for her delicate dreams. He wouldn’t want to leave his two favorite people alone forever, you know? Most nights, you aren’t asleep as he comes back into the room to loosen his tie and slip underneath the sheets. It never bothered him at first since you’re prone to smile and say that you wanted to wait up for him so he wouldn’t have to doze off to sleep all by his lonesome.

It is sweet for you, but he knows it’s more than that the longer you continue to do this pattern.

To the point that he landed on tonight, of course, where he pondered if you were really waiting up for him or if there was something more going on. That’s why he couldn’t help but to linger in the doorway peering in now and again to see you’d tossed and turned for a good twenty minutes while Elizabeth sat nearby and saw everything. It was almost frustrating for you, as he could tell, given the fact that it wasn’t that long into your foray into frustrated groans. You wanted to sleep. That fact did not miss him.

But, it appeared as you weren’t able to find a way to do it.

He recalled from a few of his late night readings that it was common for some to stay awake as much as they could until their body wouldn’t have no choice but to crash. It wasn’t a good response to the issue. It made you tired and sluggish. Insomnia is a serious issue for many, and he hated to think that you didn’t want to speak to him on the matter. Were you concerned he would put off work?

You always came before work.

There was never a doubt in his mind about that.

Though, it didn’t stop you from feeling startled when he entered the room without warning. He slid up a chair to the side of the bed and offered you his hand. You stared at it for a long moment until you relented, knowing that there was no way to hide anything from your husband.

He smiled, and you knew that you’d smile back at him despite the frustration you felt.“I see you’re frustrated, my love. I don’t know you didn’t wish to say anything to me but... i want to help. I can make necessary appointments in the morning if you wish. But, that can wait until we get you some proper rest for the evening. I want you to close your eyes and relax. Even if we don’t sleep, this act alone is helpful.”

#jumin han #han jumin #mystic messenger #mm #mysme #mysticmessenger #jumin #ask #anon #mod kait #drabble #jumin mm #jumin mysme #jumin mystic messenger

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thotsforvillainrights · 1 year

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I want to be buddy buddy with Deidoro so bad and I can only account this to two reasons: despite the fact I hate alcohol I think drunks are fun company and I love volunteering to be the sober party with anyone but also thanks to some factors I know while under the influence of things that would make a normal person dizzy, sick or off balance I have a knack for walking in a straight line and if I really push it or practice I can appear well balanced no matter what and appearing relatively level headed if silly so if it's no trouble can i get some headcanons to Deidoro being work partnered up with someone who wants to be his friend and can stand to be in his presence especially with his quirk in mind bonus points if it can end in a snippet of him getting a crush

(I wish I had the same opinion on intoxicated people but as per awful experiences my whole life I won’t go into detail/or trauma dump on ya’ll here. I will say that some drunk people are kinda funny to interact with. Luckily I headcanon him as being somewhat tolerable if you haver a sense of humor. Very annoying to some of the other precepts but it’s to be expected lol)

~New Member~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-I can’t see this being rougher on anyone than Nemoto. This is considering that you were placed on the team with him and Deidoro. Since then it’s been like babysitting for him. Sometimes you were able to help keep Deidoro in line but other times you were only caught egging on his behavior. When you first arrived you seemed to meld into the small team pretty well. You took Deidoro’s jokes and put your own out in place of them. After a while, Nemoto stopped feeling the need to apologize on the drunkards behalf. The two of you got along more and more until you’d nearly become inseparable. It was hard to walk around the base and see one without the other.

-Whenever there was a large get-together at the end of the month to celebrate a successful month within the Hassaikai, you usually remained sober so as to play the part of the designated driver and/or baby sitter for Deidoro of all people. Lucky for Nemoto he was able to take a break with you being there...even if you were the one causing him to make annoying shrill laugh of his. After a few more minutes to an hour, he was feeling really good. He was definitely sloshed and with his quirk he had a few of the others feeling the very same as well. However, you were nearly immune to everything which is why you were the only one who could drive him home.

-Sooner than later you began sticking around more often after taking him home. He wasn’t complaining of course. You seemed to be slowly wiggling your way into his life when eventually he started wanting you there more instead of less. Then everything he liked to do in his lonesome became something he preferred doing with you instead. The two of you spent more time outside of work together. At some point you stopped visiting each other and you were basically at Deidoro’s house nearly everyday of the week. He even cleared out a special drawer for you to put all your items into at his house.

-He’d pretty much fallen for you by then end of the year but hadn’t really gathered the courage to ask you out on a date just yet. Oh well, perhaps he would find the time later tonight when the two of you clocked out of work together? Yeah...that sounds like a good idea.

#Headcanon #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #sakaki deidoro #shie hassaikai #yakuza #eight bullets #Eight Precepts of Death #eight expendables #eightfold cleansers

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artemiseamoon · 2 years

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No heroes or villains

A Westworld x sort of Western-Prospect AU x my mind doing stuff

Candice ’Ruby’ Mason & Ezra ‘Gunslinger’ James & Logan ‘Maverick’ Delos | ft Charles ‘Hoodoo’ Leon

Words: 2,060

Warnings: a few, guns, a hostage, sexual innuendo, drinking at a sex club

An: Not me with new characters and scenarios always in my mind even though I have a million x 10 wips. I’ve been thinking about this pair a lot lately. They won’t leave me alone. I literally have one wip and 2 requests planned for this week - these three need to let me breathe lol. As i sort the wips to focus on this summer, and pick the last Pedro characters I’ll write before taking a break from his characters, this will likely be in that last batch.

Earlier that day

Dust kicked up in the air as the small unassuming carriage came to a full stop. Ruby reaches behind her, without looking, and rests a hand against Ezra’s chest. She hated spooking horses, humans she didn’t care so much.

They’ve been tracking this carriage for days, the impatience radiating off of Ezra made it clear he was ready to end this job, collect the pay, and pick a place to rest for a while. Without a respite or a pleasure den to bask in between jobs, Ezra’s becomes tetchy.

Ruby feels Ezra’s chest rise and fall as he takes a breath. The lone rider in the carriage exits and steps aside to take a piss.

Taking quiet measured steps, Ruby creeps up behind the man just as he closes his trousers and presses the barrel of her pistol into the center of his back.

“You stay put right there if you know what’s good for ya.” Ruby presses harded, the man stills and slowly turns his head to view her.

“W-what the hell is this?”

Ezra steps infront of the man, careful to avoid the wet spot on the ground and flashes a menacing grin, “oh, it’s elementary. You see, my partner and I intend to relieve you of your load.”

The man’s eyes jump from Ezra, to Ruby. “I intend to surrender nothing.”

Ruby shakes her head, with one quick movement she takes his pistol from his belt holster.

Ezra howls, he has his double colts trained on the man.

“You gotta watch that one, she’s quick.”

Ruby holsters his weapon and stands next to Ezra.

“Risky move,” Ruby steps away from Ezra, and circles the man like a vulture, “Comin’ out this way by your lonesome. Didn’t your mamma teach you better than that?”

“I gather it’s safe to assume otherwise, little bird,” Ezra takes a step closer to him and shoots him a warning look as the man starts to make a run for it. The man stops, feeling Rubys run against his back again, “carrying such precious cargo. You really should have some company.”

“Saftey in numbers and all that,” Ruby adds, she nudges him in the back with the barrel of her gun oncemore.

Ezra clears his throat, holsters one of his weapons and looks the man over.

“I’m gonna be straight with you. No one has to die, amigo. You can hand that cargo over to my charming yet dangerous companion and walk away with your life. Or, put up a fight and lose your life.”

The man frowns, he glances nervously at Ruby, then returns his eyes to Ezra.

“The choice is yours, Blondie.” Ruby stands next to Ezra once more, she grins at the man.

The man swallows, looks around, then back at them. He forces the words, but they finally come.

“I won’t resist.”

Ruby moves closer, looking up at the tall man, still grinning. “Attaboy. It would be a shame to destroy such a pretty face. Now, you help us transfer those sacs to our carriage. One step closer to freedom. I promise.” She lightly slaps his left cheek before stepping away. The man jerks his head back.

Ezra chuckles, amused by the whole scene.

Holding the man hostage, Ruby watches him as Ezra retrieves their carriage. Once it’s there, they keep the man at gunpoint as he does the heavy lifting. They also checked his carriage for hidden weapons, there are none.

Ruby leans against a tree, watching as the man transfers another sac, “Poor thing, this must be your first run. Sorry for the rough lesson sweetheart, but it's tough out here. Next time, be prepared.”

Ezra circles the scene, eyeing how many sacs are left to transfer, “Oh my Ruby. Sweet as pie and as deadly as a viper.” The man’s eyes meet Ezra’s. “She’s a special one - “ Ezra pauses, waits until the man puts the last two inside then continues talking, “ah, you forgot something,” Ezra signals for him to roll down the canvas securing the back. “Tie it now. We wouldn’t want any losses along our journey.”

“No. We sure wouldn't’. I’d be a waste of your hard work.”

The man finishes the task before glancing at Ruby.

“There , see, that wasn’t hard.” Ezra takes off his hat and bows to the man. “Much obliged.”

The man starts to say something but is cut off as Ezra roughly grabs him by the collar and shoves him against a nearby tree. The man pushes back until he feels a colt pressing against his gut.

Ezra is close, real close, his nose pressing against the mans as he stares daggers into his eyes, “dont make this more difficult than it has to be, friend. Sit.”

The man sit down. His eyes float to Ruby who watches over Ezra’s shoulder.

“Don’t mind him, his mood shifts.” She said with a shrug.

Ezra kneels down, grabs a fist full of the man's shirt again, “Ruby, the rope. Now.”

Any patience Ezra had left is long gone. She sighs and undoes the length of rope from her belt. She walks over to them and kneels down behind the tree.

“It’s an easy knot, by time you get out of it, we'll be long gone and you can continue on your way.” Ruby grabs hold of the man's wrist and ties them.

Ezra holsters his last colt and leads the way to the carriage. “Let’s get out of here.”

Ruby winks at the man tied to the tree, pets his horse, then joins Ezra on their carraige before taking off.

Two days later

Ezra reclines against the building, observing the small town at the peak of day. A market, people coming and going, goods stores receiving orders.

“Who is this friend of yours anyhow? What’s his name?” Ezra asked.

“You wanted a prospecting job next, so here you go,” Ruby sips some water from the canteen before handing it to him, “ he has many names.”

Ezra grins, continuing to watch her as he holds the bottle. “What’s his name?”

“Call him Hoodoo. He’s our ticket.”

Ezra nods, then takes a sip of water. “Quite the moniker.”

“This place is supposed to have generous deposits. Gems, metal. We gotta pass through Pariah, and drop something off for him in exchange for the information. Two nights til the next train passes thru.”

“You know the last time I spent two nights in Paraiah I got arrested.” Ezra smirks, reliving the memory.

Ruby smiled, “I did too.”

“Hell, it takes a lot to get arrested in Pariah,” Ezra pulls her closer and locks one arm around her shoulders, “look at us.”

Ruby scratches the scruff of his patchy beard with her nails. Ezra grabs her chin, his brown eyes fixed on hers.

“Pariah watch out.” Ezra leans forward to kiss her, Ruby stands on her tipy toes to meet his lips with hers.

“He’s ready to see you now.” A voice from behind them said.

Ruby breaks away from the kiss first and follows the guy inside the house, Ezra follows.

Once they enter, Ruby finds Hoodoo in the back of the Casino, a cigar between his lips and the rim of his hat casting a shadow over his eyes.

“Spitfire, is that you,” his deep voice reaches out before he raises his head.

“The one and only.” Ruby stands infront of the table, her hands resting on her hips.

He’s a big man, one of the biggest Ezra has seen in a while. His hat continues to conceal his eyes.

“Thought you were dead.”

“Almost.” She replied with a grin. He chuckles in response.

Hoodoo raises his head and lifts the rim of his hat, setting it at normal level. His dark brown eyes focus on Ezra, his expression is hard to read.

“I see you found yourself another one.”

Ezra quirks a brow, then looks at Ruby.

“He as crazy as the last one?”

“No,” Ruby shakes her head and affectionately pats Ezra on the shoulder.

When Hoodoo rises from the chair, he towers over both of them. He steps around the table and places his large hands on Rubys shoulders. She’s already shorter and smaller than Ezra, she appears tiny before Hoodoo.

“Look at you,” the serious man cracks a smile, like a proud father, “come on, let’s talk. Bring your boyfriend.” He wraps an arm around her, leading her to a back room.

Ezra shrugs and follows along.

…

Pariah, night one

The Golden Kingdom (brothel)

Ruby sips her drink and drapes her legs over Ezra’s as they lounge on the red velvet couch, watching everything before them. With her free hand, she massages the back of his head.

“Would you like to partake in any of the activities tonight, gem?” Ezra kisses the length of her arm closest to him.

“Not sure yet. I’m content just watching, and drinking. We can’t get too wild, we have an early meeting in the mornin’, unload that cargo.”

“I’m aware, “ Ezra nuzzles his face in the space between her neck and shoulder, whispering against her skin, “when was the last time first light stopped us from having a wild night?”

“True.” Ruby turns her head, offering him more of her neck to kiss.

Ezra slips his hand under her shirt, “I propose we take a look around, see what visual delights entice our senses and head back to the room.”

“I like that plan.” Ruby grabs his hand and slides it out of her shirt. “Come on cowboy.”

The two of them walk the massive room, red curtains drape from the walls, bowls of fruit and chalices of wine spread out on countless tables, music playing, lit candles, incense, faintly in the background the sounds of pleasure and boisterous conversation.

When Ezra takes a step away to piss, Ruby continues to explore until a familair figure catches her eye. She can identify this tall, lean, dark haired figure with ease.

Feeling someone behind him, Logan assumes it’s his partner, “I didn’t know the body could bend like that,” he titls his head and chuckles, “That’s what I need tonight, to fuck like that - “Logan glances over his shoulder and does a double take.

“Well, “ he lowers his glass as he turns to view her, “look at you.” Logan smiles fliratiously at her. “Last time I saw you, you shot me.”

“I did. I’d do it again.” Ruby’s eyes moved over him, she still hated him, but he looked delicious as usual. “Still a vile piece of shit?”

“You know it.” Logan responds proudy.

Logan steps away from the sideroom, giving her his full attention. Standing too close, he arches a brow and wets his lips.

“You look good Ruby.”

“I know.” Ruby flips him off and continues walking, heading back to where she last stood with Ezra. Logan follows.

“What’s it been? A year?”

“About.” She reponds shortly.

Logan chucks the rest of his drink, and places it on the tray of a passing server.

“What do you say to an adventure? Like old times? The person I came with..a real bore. But you,” Logan walks backwards infront of her, forcing her to look at him, “we - we know how to have fun. I like this gold paint, you would look delicious painted gold.”

Ruby rolls her eyes, “I’m not alone.”

“You know I don’t mind group action.” The diabolical grin Logan flashes sends a wave of heat through her body. Ruby resists, putting more space between them.

She takes a few steps then notices Ezra coming her way.

“Ready for that room Gem, I’ve had all the voyeriusm a man can take,” Ezra draws her into his arms, “you and me, we need to -” he stops, noticing the tall man watching them with a perverse half grin.

“Over me so quickly,” Logan rests a hand over his heart, “I have to say, it hurts, just a little.”

“I take it this is the other one Hoodoo was referrin’ to?” Ezra continues to hold her, his eyes on Logan.

“Moving fast you two, you met Hoodoo? That’s like meeting the dad,” he whispers that part, “ I’m impressed, or jealous.” Billy grins. “what's the secret? Big cock?”

Ruby turns and grabs Ezra by the arm and pulls him backward. She doesnt mind Ezra laughing at Logan’s comment, “Goodbye Logan!” She calls back as her and Ezra head toward the entrance.

…

Now that I got some of this out of me, I’m gonna try to work on my actual planned wip 😁

#Ezra prospect #logan delos #Westworld au #western au

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