#[ she has so many scars on her neck and face I fucking love it ]

[spiderwarden]

Do me a favor and zoom in on her nose.

See that line. That very faint line? Yes. Aforementioned scar I never noticed before. Nose break or slash scar? I’m leaning nose break because there’s no evidence of slash scars connected to it near her eyes or cheeks.

| x marks the spot cause not my screenshot image |

[luffington]

hello!! 🩷 may i request a doflamingo and corazon x fem!reader (nsfw)? these brothers are very much different from one another so i feel like corazon would always scold doffy for being mean to y/n lol. but somehow corazon himself also has a nasty streak in him when he's fucking her and doffy knows it

✧.* art credit!

➤ pairing: donquixote doflamingo x afab!reader x donquixote rosinante (corazon)

➤ word count: 1.7k

➤ warnings: threesome, oral (m receiving), choking, bondage, degradation, creampie, corazon is mute, she/her for reader

nothing physical happens between doffy and cora but doffy is still a freak so read at your own risk!

ugHHHH the concept ever!!!! i think about this so much more than i should.... there's no way cora's a 100% pure virtuous angel boy he's gotta have some very repressed darkness in him

i briefly threw this in but i LOVE the idea of doffy being weirdly possessive of the name rosinante and who gets to call him that. their dynamic is sooooo interesting but we'll never see more of it thanks oda >:(

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

The Donquixote brothers didn’t want to look like each other. But stripped bare and shadowed in dim bedroom light, the similarities were uncanny.

Soft blonde hair ruffled by your fingers and slicked back from sweat. Long and lanky limbs, big hands that felt calloused when they ran across your naked skin. Perfectly sculpted bodies littered with decades worth of scars. You had only seen the older brother without sunglasses one time, and their strikingly beautiful eyes side by side made your breath catch in your throat. 

This bizarre situation began many months ago, not long after you joined the Donquixote Family. At first, you could easily figure out which brother was touching you – the soft kisses of a gentle giant or the fangs of a hungry beast. Doflamingo had actually blindfolded you once for that exact purpose with the promise of rewarding you if you got every answer correct. And you did. But you hated not being able to see Corazon, and hated how much Doflamingo enjoyed taking away his brother’s only form of communication.

Now, it was harder to tell them apart.

Strings wrapped around your waist, your thighs, your tits. Kept your hands tightly bound behind your back. Doflamingo had you speared on his cock and bounced you up and down with marionette motions like an actual puppet. His massive length stretched your insides delightfully and kissed the tip of your cervix with every thrust. He intentionally positioned your back to his chest so you could look at his brother, sitting cross-legged in front of you near the edge of the bed. Corazon’s gaze lingered on your debauched expression and the way your soft flesh bulged around Doflamingo’s too-tight strings. Jaw hanging slack as he stroked off his own dick, long and veiny and already beginning to leak precum. 

The younger’s face paint was almost completely smeared off – streaks of maroon coated your mouth like badly applied lipstick and littered your inner thighs. Practically indistinguishable from the red lines inflicted by Doflamingo’s strings. 

“Isn’t she gorgeous?” Doflamingo purred. His brother nodded immediately as if in a trance. “What a pretty little toy.”

Corazon didn’t like that term. He would never treat you like an object the way his brother did – he cherished you as he believed any partner should be. But he couldn’t deny how the thought of using you for his own pleasure made his cock twitch, especially since you enjoyed it. You were so pliant and willing for him, for both of them. 

Satisfied by the younger’s response, Doflamingo wrapped a large hand around your throat, his long fingers digging into the delicate skin. You coughed and sputtered as your airway was slowly cut off. Corazon immediately stopped jerking off to grab the pen and notepad next to him, quickly scribbling ‘Too rough!!!’ in his messy handwriting and angrily holding it in front of his brother. 

The older man chuckled, but released your neck and stroked over his fingerprint marks in mock kindness. 

You leaned forward to kiss Corazon, who clumsily knocked his nose against yours in his haste to reciprocate. It was truly baffling how one brother could make your heart melt with fondness while the other rearranged your guts. Corazon kissed you languidly, content to take his time and savor the feeling of your tongues swirling together.

“You taste like cigarettes,” you giggled. He always did, but the taste was especially fresh and potent, making your head spin pleasantly. 

Corazon frowned and signed ‘I’m sorry’. 

“Don’t apologize, I like it. It tastes like you.” He grinned in response. Corazon was actually just beginning to learn sign language, since he hadn’t needed it before his current mission, and you took the time to learn to communicate with him. It made his heart swell with love.

Doflamingo frowned at the tender moment and abruptly pushed your head into his brother’s lap. “Well, don’t just fucking stare at him. Be a good slut and suck Rosi off.”

Rosinante. What a beautiful name. You wished you were always allowed to use it, not just when you were alone with him. Doflamingo would break your legs if he heard you utter the sacred name which only true Donquixotes were permitted to say.

Corazon gave his brother another dirty glare, but covered his mouth and fought to hold back a moan when you kitten-licked the base of his cock, suckling on his balls delicately. He wished his soundproofing abilities came with a control panel – it was nearly impossible for him to stay silent with your perfect mouth on him, but he needed to hear your sweet moans as you lapped at his dick. 

Your head jerked back suddenly in time with a twitch of Doflamingo’s fingers. “Pathetic whore can’t follow directions? I said suck.” He forced your head down again without giving you time to open your mouth. Your string-controlled movements made you awkwardly rub your cheek against the head of Corazon’s cock, smearing precum on your skin. 

The younger immediately started scribbling another angry note. But then you ran your tongue along the part of his length you could reach and he dropped his notepad, too consumed by pleasure to finish his thought. 

You finally wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, causing Corazon to let out a shaky sigh. “Better, right?” Doflamingo smiled sadistically, pushing your head further down his brother’s dick. The older blonde fucked you deep and slow, making you feel every vein and ridge of his cock as you rose just to harshly slam you down to the base. 

One of Corazon’s hands rested on the back of your head as you bobbed up and down. He watched with hooded eyes as you slurped along his cock, little bits of drool running past your lips and dripping down to his balls. You were so close to fitting his entire length in your throat – a truly impressive feat – and you pushed yourself a bit farther than you could handle. When your throat constricted in protest, Corazon couldn’t help but hold you down and throw his head back with parted lips. Your gag reflex immediately kicked in and you choked around his cock, lungs desperately seeking air but his hand stayed locked in place. You looked up at him pleadingly and found a sense of twisted wonder in his eyes. His lips quirked into a fascinated smile as he wiped away a drop of moisture spilling from your eye. 

When your moans became louder and more insistent, Corazon let you go. You pulled off of his dick, sputtering and gasping for air, chin coated in your own saliva. It took him a moment to snap back to reality and realize that the wetness he felt was a teardrop. 

‘Are you okay?’ He signed in a panic, followed by frantic gestures of, ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry–’

“Don’t worry. I’m okay.” You reassured him with a smile as he apologetically wiped away any remaining traces of tears. “You liked it, right? Making me gag?”

Corazon looked away, feeling incredibly guilty and irredeemably dirty.

Doflamingo cackled, stilling his movements with his cock buried deep inside you. “Did you just apologize for getting good head? Oh, poor little Rosi.”

The younger flipped to a blank page and wrote ‘Choking isn’t good’. Almost as a reminder to himself.

“It is under the right circumstances,” his brother replied coolly.

You rolled your eyes – their extremely different concepts of morality sometimes gave you a headache. Turning back to glare at the older blonde, you retorted, “You’re talking about consent. Consensual choking is fine.” 

“Oh, right. Forgot the word.” Doflamingo teased. His puppet strings pulled you upright, away from Corazon’s pretty pink dick which was clearly close to cumming. He would never turn his precious little brother into a plaything with his abilities – he wasn’t a complete degenerate. So Doflamingo kindly opted to grab a handful of Corazon’s hair and yank his head against your chest. “Play with her tits. You can fuck her when I’m done.”

Your breasts bounced as Doflamingo sped up his movements, squished together and emphasized by the nearly invisible strings wrapped around them. Corazon licked his lips hungrily before wrapping them around a nipple and loudly sucking. You whined as his tongue swirled around the bud, rolling your other nipple gently between his fingers. Doflamingo wrapped his hand around your neck again, but this time, he didn’t apply any pressure. He left it there as a constant presence – a reminder for you and an example for his brother.

“So fucking close,” he grunted, bouncing you faster and harder. “Gonna cum inside. Rosi, you okay with sloppy seconds?” Corazon knew it was a rhetorical question, but he would never tear himself away from your breasts to answer, anyways. The older shoved his hand between your bodies to thumb at your clit until both of you reached your peak, crying out in utter bliss. 

Doflamingo held you flush against his hips as he came, hot sticky spurts of semen flooding your insides as he whispered his fucked up version of sweet nothings in your ear – “such a perfect dirty whore, taking every drop of my cum like the cocksleeve you are”. Corazon eagerly watched your face contort with pleasure as he continued to suckle on your nipple. His own cock ached, but he didn’t risk touching it. Cumming inside you, seeing you make that blissful expression for him, outweighed his urgent desire. 

Your body automatically lifted off of Doflamingo’s cock, globs of cum dripping out of your cunt and onto the bedsheets below. You had barely settled on the bed when he withdrew his strings, leaving you to practically collapse with sore limbs and no support. Doflamingo shifted towards the headboard and stole a cigarette from his brother’s pack. He lit the end, inhaled deeply, and got comfortable to watch the show. 

Corazon pressed his lips against yours gently, slowly guiding you to lie flat on your back. He made a thumbs up and raised his eyebrows in question. “Yes, I’m ready,” you smiled at your sweet boy. 

His cock entered you slowly, tenderly, accompanied by the lewd shlick of the cum already inside you. Neither of you dared to acknowledge whose cum it was. When you looked up, you saw feathery blonde bangs, fading face paint, soft and loving eyes, and a perfect replica of Doflamingo’s smile.

[ma1dita]

🐥 okay but how about a lil something based off of lyrics from 18 by Anarbor

So if you wanna piss off your parents, date me to scare them

Show them you're all grown up

If long hair and tattoos are what attract you

Baby then you're in luck

And I know it's just a phase

You're not in love with me

You wanna piss off your parents, baby

Piss off your parents

That's alright with me

dionysus!reader just turned 18 and is proving to her dad that she's all grown up but D won't listen cuz she's the only girl child he has so she dates the golden boy of camp, Luke Castellan to piss off her dad which he doesn't approve bcs well, he's his father's son

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

luke castellan x dionysus!reader

a/n: yall know i love a dionysus!reader. in a world where rick didn't write children's books, luke castellan would've had tattoos and definitely fucked. anyways suggestive content ahead!!

wc: 692

You were only going to date Luke Castellan to prove a point.

You’re 18 now, and it’s about time that daddy dearest takes you seriously. Being Dionysus’ only daughter meant that you were essentially kept under lock and key, and it was so unfair in the grand scheme of things—there’s inhibitions inside you that beg to be set free… It’s not your fault. Might as well hit him where it hurts—so you went for the bane of Mr. D’s godly existence, also known as Luke Castellan.

It’s not your fault that your dad’s temper drove you to the doorstep of Cabin 11, twirling your hair between your fingers as you waited to see their cabin counselor. He sauntered over to the door with a half-grin on his face, slinging his arm to lean against the doorframe as he hovers over you. It’s not often that Camp Half-Blood’s princess comes asking for a favor. You always get what you want, even without asking, so it was a surprise to hear you give him the proposition of being in a fake relationship.

Truthfully, there was nothing in it for him. He’s a nice guy, and Luke just loves to piss your dad off. To outsiders, there was nothing that made more sense than Mr. D’s little girl dating the camp hero–Luke’s hand gripping your waist like it’s a vice and you pressing kisses onto his jaw and neck unlike the innocent girl everyone thought you were. Holding hands in public, sucking face at the bonfire, playing house with the campers—it was all part of a show that everyone adored, all except for Mr. D.

Your dad saw straight through it—hating that you had to pick a son of Hermes, hating the reality of his daughter entangling herself with the older boy who’s innate nature is to trick and deceive and penetrate through the many defenses your father set to protect you. It’s his fault for raising you to make everyone eat out of the palm of your hand. You always get what you want, and even daddy’s little princess isn’t safe from the wiles of that scar-faced sucker. It was a losing battle, even for the god of insanity—poor guy pulling at his graying hair at the conduct report Chiron put on his desk a few weeks later. 

Getting caught in the stables with Luke’s hand up your skirt and your soft hands grazing the tattoos along his torso wasn’t necessarily part of the plan. The two of you were moving hay bales for the pegasi and it was hard work (that you made Luke do as you sat pretty on an overturned bucket). He was glistening with sweat, lifting his shirt to wipe his mouth—revealing the cascading tattoos along his ribcage and infiltrating your mind with other things he could put his mouth to if he wanted. 

Who are we kidding—you want Luke Castellan, and you’ll be damned if you don’t have him right now.

All it took was scrunching up the hem of your denim skirt over your crossed legs and smiling at him in the sunlight and he was on you—twisting and writhing in hay as you kissed like your lives depended on it, even without an audience. The grins on both your faces signaled that neither of you cared, him grabbing the plush of your ass and you raking your nails up the back of his neck. Luke presses kisses into your collarbone, whispering things your dad would smite him for, but to you, it was like he was putting in the password to your untapped thirst. Ecstasy was about to unfurl with how his fingers played with the band of your underwear, tiny noises and nods letting him know he was doing everything right. It’s not your fault, really—you just want to prove a point!

But then the both of you were caught red-handed by a satyr, lips kiss-swollen and giggling at how he unraveled you so quickly. A conduct report was filed, but it didn’t stop Luke from finding new ways to unlock your deepest desires.

Besides, picking at locks is part of Luke’s expertise, among other things.

[familyvideostevie]

remus with reader who’s not overly affectionate. like she doesn’t engage in much pda but she’ll nudge her head against his when they’re sitting next to each other or hold pinkies when they’re walking side by side! just small gestures that aren’t obvious but sweet nevertheless

i love this request!! she's so me, lol. i've taken this and expanded a bit, so in this someone calls you out for this behavior and remus reassures you that he loves you just as is! hope you enjoy <3 | fluff, established relationship, a bit suggestive, 1k

Truthfully, you have never given it much thought. The way you and Remus function as a couple feels right, the most natural relationship you've ever been in, so why would you think anything about it was out of the ordinary? He's absolutely besotted, he tells you so very often, and you feel much the same.

He adores everything about you. He lets you take the lead on so many things because he knows you so well. You've got a reputation as a very "chill couple," whatever that means. Whenever you're at a party or a bar you often socialize apart until you catch each other's eyes over the crowd and he'll be at your side in a second. The familiar, solid heat of him as close as you want and no more.

Remus has never complained that you're not glued to his side. He seems perfectly content to have your hand in the crook of his elbow or your fingers on his knee under the table. You've just never needed that kind of grounding, never felt like you wanted to show that to other people. They don't need to be privy to your relationship.

"All it takes is one look to know how you're feeling, darling," he's said to you. "Those eyes give it all away."

"And here I thought I was mysterious!"

So, your tendency not to be overly affectionate has bothered neither of you. Until someone asks you about it directly at some party.

"Did you get together recently?" a girl you don't know asks. "Or are you just a flirty thing?"

You blink. "Sorry, what?"

"You and the tall one with the, uh, scars? I'm sorry, I don't know his name."

"Remus," you tell her. "I -- no, we're together. We've been together."

She laughs a bit nervously. "Oh," she says. "I just thought, well, he keeps looking at you but you guys aren't very touchy? Like, I only kind of know Lily and James but they are always all over each other, just so obviously in love and --"

"Alright, darling?" She's cut off by Remus's warm tone. You turn and find him at your side, a crease between his brows like he sensed your distress and came over to check on you. Knowing him, that''s exactly what happened.

"Yes, I -- can we get some air?" He nods and you hook a finger through his belt loop as he leads you away from the girl.

It's not her fault, not really. She certainly doesn't mean to make you feel bad about it, but you don't know her. And why are you feeling bad about it, anyway? It's never bothered you before. It's never bothered anyone else before.

And Remus has never said anything about it.

You spill onto the deck of the house and the cool air is a bit of a shock after the crowd. Remus immedietly shucks off his sweater and tugs it over your head.

"Hello," he says, once you pop your face through the neck hole. He fixes your hair.

"Hi," you say softly.

"What was all that?" He jerks his chin back at the house and you sigh.

"Not sure, actually." You link your pinky through his and tug his arm. He knows what you want, as always, and drapes it over your shoulder. "Well, that's not true. I know exactly what happened. She said something innocent that...got in my head."

"Really?" The crease is back between his brows. You want to smooth it away but you don't.

"Does it bother you that we don't do this a lot?" You roll your shoulders to indicate his arm. He looks even more confused.

"I'm afraid I'm still not up to speed," he says slowly. "Do what a lot?"

"Touch," you mutter. "Or like, be affectionate in public. I'm hardly ever touching you. I mean, she asked me if we were even together for fuck's sake."

"Woah, woah, alright," Remus says. He steps in front of you, hands resting loosely on your jaw. It's not an unfamiliar touch, though a bit of an intense one for you -- Remus has seen all of you many, many times behind closed doors. But it's more than you're prone to in public. "What can I do to make this better?"

"Tell me if it bothers you," you say petulantly.

"No," he replies. "Not at all. You're plenty affectionate with me, darling. You touch me whenever you want which is more than I ever dreamed of back when I was drooling over you and you didn't even know my name."

You wrap your hands around his wrists and lean into his palm. "We don't kiss, really." You don't know why you're arguing with him about this. Remus has proven time and time again that he's in this for the long haul.

"Is that so? What would you call what we were doing this afternoon? That was quite a lot of kissing, if I recall, and not all of it mouth to mouth --"

"Remus," you chide. He smirks.

"My point is whatever we do and how we do it is no one's business. I love how we are. I love how you are."

You close your eyes for a moment and feel the warmth of his palms, his sweater, his presence. It's not worth getting worked up over, he's right. Regardless of what people think, what it might look like, you and Remus are going home together at the end of every day. He loves you and he tells you as often as he can.

"I love how you are, too," you say softly and open your eyes. Remus is grinning at you.

"Home?" he asks. You nod.

"Home."

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[cxrdycxps]

Caught In A Trap • Joel Miller

☢️ sexual assault (past but there’s flashbacks and discussions) • victim shaming • description of injuries • blood • panic attacks • swearing • ☢️

Main Masterlist • Joel Miller Masterlist

This is part 2 of Cat and Mouse. You should really read that first unless you enjoy not understanding the narrative. Unfortunately this fic has a mind of its own and is gonna have a final third part. I know, I know. I hate myself too. It should be out by tomorrow night, yes I said that last time. No, I’m not lying this time. Thank you to everyone who has read, reblogged and commented so far. I love you all.

“It’s stupid. Isn’t it?” You asked Lou, pacing her living room. She had listened to you explain the whole date to her and now she was weighing up her opinion of what happened and you couldn’t take the silence. “I’m stupid. He’s fucked half the town. Why am I surprised he played me?”

“Like you played him?” Lou asked and you stopped your pacing to stare at her. She didn’t hide from your stare like most people tended to, meeting you dead on. You clenched your jaw before taking a seat and nodding. “Look, I love you. When two people have been through what we’ve been through, there are repercussions. We were items of use. We weren’t people. We didn’t get to have names or belongings or even autonomy. That way of living is going to leave a scar.”

“I don’t want them to have me any more. I don’t want to hide and just do as I’m told. I don’t want to have sex with a man just because he wanted it.” You told her with a sniffle, wiping your face. “But they all do it. They all do something and then they make it my fault, like I’m the crazy bitch.”

“Hear me out?” Lou asked and you nodded. “You keep picking men that make you crazy. Like Nolan right? He used you for sex. He wasn’t open about it but once you figured it out, you let it continue to happen. Abdul, had a reputation for having more than one woman on the go. Aidan was a misogynist from the word go. Luca wanted a housewife, not a partner. Every man you’ve tried to date has been really fucking shit.”

“They have to be. They need to be awful. There aren’t any good men.” Lou held her hand out to you and you took it, letting her draw you into a hug. You hadn’t realized that it was you that was sobbing. “There was so many and none of them tried to help. If there was good men they would’ve helped.”

“Those men weren’t banded together because they were good. They banded together because they were like minded individuals.” Lou told you, rocking you both from side to side. “You knew Joel Miller was a slut. You’ve heard more stories about him having sex than there are single, age appropriate women in the compound.”

“He was nice. He was nice and I slept with him and we, he made me laugh. No one ever bothered to do that. He offered to go home. He would’ve left if I didn’t want it.” You whispered and Lou shushed you again. “For the first time since Nolan I had sex on the first date. I wanted it this time.”

“While I’m sure Joel Miller is a great guy, that’s the bare minimum. I know you’ve never received it but respecting your right to withdraw consent is basic human decency.” Lou told you and you wondered what it meant that having your basic human rights respected felt like winning the jackpot.

“He didn’t mean it though. He got what he wanted by filling my head with false promises. Then he sent his kid, who wasn’t even suppose to know about us, to bail him out. He had expected me to give in.” You cried against Lou’s neck and she shushed you gently. “It felt good. For the first time. When I told him I had an ache the next morning he didn’t insist I just push past it. He was gentle with me.”

“Those are some more of those basic human rights. Absolutely no one should be trying to push you to agree to sex that will hurt.” Lou sighed and you blinked at her.

“It’s bad that I don’t know that, right?” You asked and she only shook her head, kissing your forehead.

“You were in that room for a long time. There was so much you missed, so much to learn. I’ll help you.”

///

Joel stayed to the rear of the group out on patrol. He was fixing to give Tommy a peace of his mind but heading out to kill a bunch of runners wasn’t the time. Tommy and Joel never argued on a patrol because they needed to have each other’s back.

So Joel didn’t give in to the temptation, keeping his distance from his brother who clearly didn’t see anything wrong in his actions. That just made Joel even more mad.

Ellie was on his shit list too because she knew better than to listen to Tommy. She knew better than to come looking for him on a night he said he wasn’t available to her. Boundaries were important between him and Ellie and he was pissed that she ignored him.

“I know that face.” Joel inhaled deeply because right now Nolan was the last guy he needed to see. He had been pissed enough to find him on the patrol but so far he had stayed well away. “Black Widow sunk her fangs into you, huh?”

“Do I look like I’m in the mood?” Joel asked, barely tilting his head in Nolan’s direction. Tommy looked back at Joel when he heard him speak and winced but turned and kept his face forward.

That pissed Joel off even more. Tommy had probably had something to do with Nolan being on the patrol. Joel clenched his jaw.

“She ended things?” Nolan asked and Joel stared resolutely ahead. “You said something bad, didn’t you? It was a joke or a throw away comment but little miss took it to heart.”

“Nolan, fuck off.” Joel warned, eyes facing forward. He couldn’t help but be relieved when Abdul heard the tension in his voice and dropped back. Abdul was a good guy and it might deter Nolan.

“Always ends it once she gets what she wants. Bet every conversation left you wrong footed. Had to feel like you’d make it up to her?” Joel inhaled deeply and stared at Tommy. He was willing to bet Ellie’s life there was no pack of runners.

“You can go and fuck yourself too.” Joel warned. He took measured deep breaths and remembered that he was liable to get in trouble if he hurt any of them unprompted. It wasn’t the same lawless land in Jackson. He couldn’t just punch people that pissed him off.

“Man, we’re trying to help you here. We’ve all been through it. This is what she does as some sick fucking revenge.” Abdul told Joel and he swallowed roughly. “She had some bad times outside the wall, got a little roughed up once or twice before Jackson.”

“When she got here she decided it was our fault. Let’s it look like our decision, you know? To pursue her. Happened to be in our line of view at the bar, we chose to talk to her. We didn’t choose anything.” Nolan piped up and Joel furrowed his brow. “Let’s you feel like you’re playing her then leaves you high and dry. Like you need to go looking for her.”

“She’ll bump into you a couple of times. Each time she’ll cause an argument or make you out to be an asshole. The next time she sees you she’s already forgotten about it.” Abdul spoke again and Joel felt his chest tighten. “Tells you all about her three date rule.”

“She doesn’t do one night stands.” Nolan scoffed and Joel looked over at him sharply. “She never does it, makes her feel dirty. Until she’s crawling into your lap like a damn bitch in heat.”

“That’s enough now.” Joel warned Nolan when his tone changed from conversational to direct anger.

“Safe, you made her feel safe.” Abdul finished and Joel realized that without a shadow of a doubt, he’s been played.

///

“Joel isn’t a dick.” You jumped, the rocking chair jolting with your movements. You raised your sunglasses off your eyes and found Ellie Williams standing at the top of your porch step. Unlike the times you had pretended with Joel, you genuinely hadn’t heard her coming and it sort of unnerved you. “It seems like he is but he ain’t.”

“Ellie, I’m sure he ain’t.” You sighed and set your sunglasses back down over your eyes and tilted your head back to continue absorbing the last of the Summer sun. “Don’t you worry about what I think about your daddy.”

“Okay firstly, that’s weird. Don’t say that. Joel isn’t my dad.” You lifted your head up again to look at her. “He and I went through a lot together but I only met him like two years ago.”

“Okay. My point still stands. I’m sure he’s a great guy. Don’t worry about me. I was just in a bad mood the other day, ‘s all.” You assured her. You didn’t want her to think bad of Joel, father or not.

“Cause I made you think that. I shoulda known better than listen to Tommy. Joel was having an off-duty night. We’ve got boundaries. Boundaries are important.” You sighed and sat forward in your chair. You knew that your relaxing had come to an end.

“Honey, I was mad at him before you knocked on that door. People like me, well, we got issues. I’m tryna work on them but I don’t always do that good.” You told her and she nodded, listening earnestly. “I had some rough things happen and now I play games with people. I can’t help it. I’m trying to find someone that can put up with me, pass my tests.”

“Joel can put up with anyone. He crossed the country with only me for company. I’m annoying as fuck.” Ellie told you with a grin and you huffed a laugh. “You should give him another chance.”

“I don’t think it’s in the card but you’re real sweet for tryin’ to fix things between us. It isn’t his fault really. I shoulda known better.” You explained and she frowned, crossing her arms.

“Is this cause Tommy says you dump men to punish them?” You clenched your jaw and wondered if you were going to have to have a word with Tommy. Tell him to mind his own business before you minded it for him. “I was taken by a man who wanted to hurt me before. I killed him.”

“Not all of us are that fortunate, kid. But if I ever see him again I’ll have a go. See if it fixes me.” You assured her. You ignored her comment about Tommy and leaned back in your seat again.

“I think that you’re making a mistake. Punishing Joel. He’s the only person I know who doesn’t deserve punishment.” Ellie spoke quietly.

“Me keeping my distance is the opposite of a punishment. I can assure you that.”

///

The key got caught in the lock. The hinges of the door squeaked. Every floorboard creaked and groaned. You were able to map the steps taken right up to the edge of the bed. The rattle of a belt buckle. Your arms ached from being tied above your head. “You just been waiting for me, huh?”

You gasped, springing up in the bed with a hand over your racing heart. The room was black with darkness and you fumbled for your lamp, knocking it over in your haste. You ignored the shatter of glass in an effort to get to the main light switch.

You fell against the wall, your panic urging you on. When your fingers closed around the switch and the light came on you could finally breathe.

You were in Jackson. You weren’t there anymore. You were safe and you were home. When your breathing was under control you looked down, unsurprised to find footprints of blood. You had walked on the broken glass.

You let yourself slump against the wall, slipping down to sit and take the weight off your damaged foot. There was no pain to feel yet, your nervous system still on high alert. You sighed heavily, head tilted back. As the adrenaline wore off and the pain kicked in there was no point in fighting the tears.

There you sat against the wall, sniffling and blinking while attempting to get all the glass out of your foot. Swiping at your eyes angrily when you couldn’t see and breathing deep through the sobs trying to fight out of you.

It was exhausting, feeling this way. There were tricks you had learned to make it better. When you had arrived to Jackson every night was spent like this, sobbing in your room cause you were scared of the dark.

Then you had met Nolan. And sure he was a little forceful in his come on but you found the nights easier with him by your side. You had felt safe from the nightmares that plagued your mind. Putting up with sex you didn’t really want was a small price to pay. He never took it forcefully, just spent his time convincing you and wasn’t that easier than what had already happened?

It wasn’t until you found out he had been enjoying your deep sleep a little too much that you had to call it all off with him.

You hadn’t ever told anyone that. Nolan was a valued member of Jackson. He was big and strong. He worked the patrol routes and fixed up houses. You just helped around wherever you were needed.

Nolan hammered home two harsh truths. The first was that there were no good men. The second was that you unfortunately couldn’t keep away from them.

So you played them at their own game. You got a warm body to sleep next to and they got their dicks wet. You made them work for it. You didn’t hand yourself over in a way that made you feel that skin crawling filthy, the way Nolan and all the men before him made you feel.

There was the introduction of your three date rule. You teased them. Made them want you with a desperation that made sure that they’d tell you all their dirty little secrets. The men of Jackson didn’t want to kick you out because you had dumped them. They wanted you out because you held their worst secrets close to your heart.

They feared the monster of their own creation. You wanted them to fear you. Every cheating, lying scumbag among them.

Joel had been different. He had risen to every single challenge you had offered. He had gone the extra mile for you. Sure he had said stupid things but never out of cruelty. Never to hurt you.

Ellie had told you that Tommy had orchestrated the bail out so maybe he hadn’t expected you to do whatever he wanted. Maybe he had been as much a victim of outside sources as you were.

You had wanted him in a way you had never actually wanted a man before. You hadn’t broken your three date rule in years, never since Nolan. But you couldn’t help yourself, crawling into his lap in a way that made you feel like the games were over.

You wanted them to be over. You wanted to be wrapped in Joel’s embrace, wanted him to fend off the nightmares and hold you when they broke through anyway.

You wanted him on top of you, gasping against your neck, pushing into you slowly. He had been so gentle with you, taking his time with you. He had been bashful about his size, almost apologizing until you had been begging him to fuck your harder and deeper.

You sniffled again and probed the skin of your foot, checking for any pain that could be caused by glass still being inside. When you found none you pushed yourself up, limping out of your room and hitting each light switch on the way, bathing your house in the golden glow.

You found your first aid kit in the bathroom and patched your foot up. The tears had stopped for the most part and you took advantage of that to clean up the broken lamp and the blood.

You’d have to visit the clinic tomorrow and get it checked out but for now the bandages would do. When you looked at the clock you found it to be a little after four. Acceptable enough to get up and start your day.

You wouldn’t be getting any more sleep with those images in your mind and the phantom ache in your arms.

///

“Joel it isn’t that big of a deal.” Ellie sighed, trying to shake the grip he had on her shoulder. He didn’t answer and she rolled her eyes at him, wiping the blood out of her face. “Shimmer is gentle usually, she just spooked.”

“She ain’t broken yet. I told you not to ride her.” Joel huffed, pushing her towards the clinic. She had slapped a piece of gauze over her injury and called it a day. He had half a thought to kill her when he had peeled back the gauze and found the deep wound. “Could’ve died.”

“You’re being dramatic.” Ellie sighed, shaking him at last when they pushed through the door. She let him talk to the receptionist, looking around. She blinked when she spotted you dozing in a chair, bandaged foot elevated on a table. Ellie looked over to Joel who hadn’t spotted you yet and grinned, moving to drop into the seat next to you. “Hey.”

“Fucking- Jesus Ellie. What the fuck?” Your eyes flew open and you almost bolted out of the chair. It was then Ellie took in how exhausted you looked. “Gonna put a fucking bell on you.”

“You just reuse all your lines like that?” Joel asked with a scoff and your eyes widened, turning to look at him and back to Ellie. “Got nothing original, huh?”

“What are you talking about?” Ellie asked him, wondering why Joel had his ‘I shoot people for fun’ look on his face.

You were saved from the conversation by your name being called. You pushed yourself up, ignoring Joel’s comments and barely took one step, limping heavily, before Ellie slotted herself in under your arm.

“I’m fine.” You assured her and she shook her head, resolute in helping you.

“She said she’s fine, Ellie.” Joel grunted. Ellie ignored him and supported you walking toward the treatment room.

“Thank you.” You lifted your arm from around her shoulders and supported yourself on the door handle.

She was in the treatment room by the time you had gotten your stitches. You were hoping not to see them again but just as you were receiving a pack of gauze and bandages Ellie stepped out, prodding her own stitches against Joel’s advice.

“What’s the verdict?” Ellie asked, slotting in beside you at the counter. You had been given a pair of crutches and you propped them under your arms.

“Four stitches, no pain meds and the threat of brute force if I’m caught working or walking on my foot.” You told her with a sigh, ignoring Joel’s glare. You felt sort of off balance having him this mad at you. It wasn’t anything you weren’t used to but you weren’t blackmailing Joel. You had gotten mad at him for a proper reason.

“I got four stitches too!” Ellie cheered and bumped her shoulder into your arms. “And I’m not allowed nap today. Just in case it’s a concussion. Joel probably won’t let me on a horse ever again.”

“Sucks to be you, I guess. I’m gonna nap all day.” You told her with a shrug, smiling when she laughed at you and shook her head.

“Yeah yeah, you’re a dick. You gonna be okay to get around? I can call by and help?” You frowned at Ellie, eyebrows furrowing at the effort she was suddenly putting in. “What?”

“Thanks for the offer, Honey. But it’s just a little cut. I’ll be fine.” You ruffled her hair before grabbing the gauze and bandages off the counter. “Stay away from them horses, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.” She sighed and you rolled your eyes before shuffling towards the door, your crutches clicking loudly in the silence that followed. Just before the doors closed behind you you heard it.

“She ain’t your friend. Stop acting like it. She’ll just let you down too.”

If there was one thing you wouldn’t let happen ever again, it was letting a man be right about you.

///

You spent a lot of time out on the rocking chair on your porch over the next few days. The summer was winding down and you were enjoying the last of the warmth before Jackson turned into the frost bitten, snow covered town it was in Winter.

Your foot hurt something awful but it showed no sign of infection which you were grateful for. Without pain meds the best you could do was stay off it.

Reading on the porch seemed to be the best way for it. And so you spent all of your time out there, watching the comings and goings of Jackson. The days were peaceful, allowing you to nap in the chair to avoid the fact you weren’t sleeping at night.

It wasn’t until the creak of your garden gate sounded on the fourth day that your peace was interrupted. Ellie had a large plaster slapped haphazardly on her forehead and a larger grin on her face.

“Shouldn’t you be in school?” You asked her with an eyebrow raised. She only shrugged, tossing her book bag down at your front door and taking a seat on the bench on your porch.

“Told them I had a headache. They sent me home. Except Joel is out all day on a patrol and I’m bored.” Ellie explained and you nodded, rocking yourself with your good foot.

“And you can’t call over here while Joel is around cause he told you not to.” You offered. She shrugged instead of denying it and you had to laugh a little.

“Like I said. Joel isn’t my dad. I don’t have to do what he says.” Ellie explained and you rolled your eyes at the pure teenage attitude that poured off her. “He’s afraid I’ll get attached to you. I once got attached to a book full of puns so he’s probably right.”

“Well I mean, you’re only talking to me cause I spent a night with your father figure and you feel bad for interrupting.” You teased and Ellie laughed.

“Nah. I heard about you way before Joel. I take note of women that men hate. It’s important to be feared by men.” Ellie told you honestly and you laughed, shaking your head. “I read a book about feminism. It was in my room in Jackson when we moved in. It’s important to have good female role models.”

“I’m not a good female role model. I’m the opposite of a role model. I sleep with men to get their secrets. That’s not exactly inspiring.” You reminded her and she shrugged.

“Well I ain’t gonna go copying you if that’s what you’re afraid of. Not like I’ll be sleeping around with the men of Jackson.” Ellie scoffed and you tilted your head at her.

“Is that right?” You asked with raised eyebrows. “I’m sure the women of Jackson will have as many secrets.”

Ellie flushed a deep red and sat up on the bench, her jaw hanging open. “I never said that.”

“Didn’t have to. I’m very observant.” You told her, letting your head fall back again. “I ain’t gonna tell anyone.”

“Ellie!” You winced and Ellie groaned loudly. It seemed Joel had gotten home early. You continued to rock your chair and took a deep breath. He was just as in the wrong as you were. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“More importantly, what are you doing here?” Ellie asked, laying back down on the bench. “It’s way out of your way.”

“Looking for you. I get back early and hear you’re suffering headaches and can’t find you anywhere.” Joel snapped, pushing in your garden gate. “I told you I didn’t want you hanging around here.”

“She ain’t doing no harm.” You sighed, you hated to get involved but she was shrinking in on herself, away from his anger. “Every kid played hooky once.”

“I didn’t ask you. Last thing she needs is to be hanging around you. She’s a kid, no games to be played with her.” Joel snapped and you huffed a laugh.

“That’s right. I’m the only one who plays games.” You told him, pushing yourself to your feet. You winced, reaching for a crutch. “You know what you did. All the games I played was to prevent you doing that.”

“Oh yeah, the same games you played with damn near every man in this town, huh? I heard it all, Nolan and Abdul had a lot to say.” Joel scoffed, grabbing Ellie’s backpack and waving her forward. She looked between you both before shuffling towards him. “We all had it tough outside Jackson. You don’t gotta punish everyone for it.”

“Is that right? They told you all about me, huh? That’s a silly game for them to have played.” You leaned against your porch railing and grinned at Joel, wide. “Get off my property, Joel.”

[repulsiveliquidation]

When I’m with you, there is no one else because I get heaven to myself.

Leah Williamson x Reader blurb. If you recognize the lyric of the title, tell me! I was inspired when I heard the song come on on the plane and pulled my iPad out to write it!

It’s not formatted how i like because im doing this on my iPad and Apple is an asshole. Okay it is because my OCD cannot handle it.

“Leah?”

“Yes love?”

You walk into the room, plopping yourself on the couch beside Leah who was watching some film.

“Why do you love me?”

Leah is taken aback with this question, looking at you like you’ve got two heads.

“There are many reasons, my girl.”

“Yeah, what are they?”

Leah thinks for a second, pondering on the correct things she wants to say. There were your eyes. They were so radiant and enticing. There was your hair, so soft and it always smelled like roses. There was your skin, smooth and a canvas for her art and devotion to you. There were your lips, strawberry flavored and always gave the best kisses. There was your body, every curve and valley she had memorized and knew at the back of her hand. There was your smile, a smile that Leah would give her right leg to make sure you always could smile that way.

But there also was your brain, so smart yet so witty and stubborn sometimes. There was your heart, the kindest Leah ever did see; a heart willing to do their utmost best for its loved ones. There was your soul, old but gold. There was your personality, bubbly but shy, reserved yet still somehow outgoing. It also loved dogs more than you did Leah, she sometimes thought.

“Have you got time? We’re going to be here all afternoon,” Leah grins, taking your hand and pulling you to sit in her lap. You settle, legs thrown over her legs with your chest pressed to hers.

“I love your eyes. they’re so radiant and enticing, i could get lost in them; i do get lost in them.” As she says this she tilts your head to look at her, her blue eyes piercing into yours.

“I love your hair. It’s so soft and always smells so good, I love burying my face in it when we cuddle before bed, it somehow lulls me to sleep.” She drags her fingers through it, untangling a few little knots.

“I love your skin, it’s so smooth and supple. I love leaving marks all over so everyone knows you’ve got someone to come home to.” She caresses her palms down your arms, kissing your shoulder.

“I love your lips. You always have that strawberry chapstick on, it fucking drives me crazy when i can still taste it on my lips when we’ve stopped kissing.” She leans in for a kiss, pecking your lips softly. She smiles, muttering “See, strawberry.” You giggle, tucking your face in her neck softly mumbling for her to continue.

“I love your body,” she starts, hands grasping your hips and thumbs rubbing your waist. “I love every mark, scar, dip, fold, valley, crevice, all of it. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve had the privilege of laying my eyes on and i am so thankful that you love me the way you do.”

She keeps going, rubbing your back and smiling to herself softly when she feels her neck get a little wet.

“Then, we’ve got your smile. Oh hell, your smile can make any bad day go away. Seeing your toothy grin when you’re excited makes me ready to fight anyone that dares take it off your face.”

“Your brain’s next, so sarcastic but so fucking smart. You’re stubborn and it doesn’t help that I am too. But that brain has gotten me out of situations where I didn’t think i would ever survive. You’ve been with me through injury, loss, pain, rejection. I could not have handled all that if it weren’t for you.”

“Your heart is the kindest I have ever seen. You would give someone you knew for about 20 seconds the shirt off your back if they asked. But you love so hard and so raw that anyone that has ever experienced even a sliver would be so lucky. And i get to love it and have it love me all day every day so I must have won the love lottery.” You giggle wetly, snuggling into her lap more.

“Don’t stop please, Leah,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to her jaw.

She nods, “You’ve got an old soul, it’s old but gold and that’s the best kind. Compliments my youthful one.”

“You’ve got a special personality, so bubbly with the right people but shy until you get to know them. You’re reserved in serious situations but so outgoing when we’re alone or with friends and family. And the fact that you love dogs sometimes i feel more than me annoys me but seeing you with Bella always makes my heart clench, darling.”

“The way you love my family is what let me know that I wanted to marry you. You know how much it means to me and seeing you get along with them sealed the deal for me. Thank you for loving me for who I am, darling. It’s all I could have ever asked for.”

You both sit there together and just take in Leah’s words, you finally pull away, wiping away tears.

“You really mean all that you said?”

“Every word, my girl.”

“I love you, Leah. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I love you too, baby. When I’m with you, there’s no one else in the world, because I’ve got heaven all to myself.”

[sivyera]

Dating Ekko but Vi has a crush on you...

so let's start from the beginning (from the start it's kinda boring ngl)

you, ekko, powder and vi (also with mylo and claggor before their death) were childhood friends

but after vander's, mylo's and claggor's death, after silco took jinx under his wing and after vi was put in jail, everything change

you didn't saw ekko or anyone else for a long time, so you were alone

but one night after many years, firelights found you and kinda kidnap you if i can call it like that

you had a bag over your head so you couldn't see anything, but you heard someone walking around you

that someone took the bag off your head, she squinted at the light and then you saw a person with and owl looking mask?

you frowned and you switched to defense mode, asking questions like who is he, what he want, etc..

the person didn't say anything and took off his mask slowly

you gasped when you saw ekko, but now he wasn't as cute as he was when he was a lil kid, he was hot

he released you out of handcuffs and you immediately hugged him, he hugged you back

well after that you talked for hours, telling each other what happened etc

ekko showed you what he built over those years and you loved it

and you loved it to the point that you become a firelight and you were ekko's right hand (but don't tell scar;))

and after few months you two started dating

so ekko now captured vi and had a 'little' talk with her and when they went to release caitlyn from her handcuffs, you were there

you were standing in front of caitlyn giving her some food so she can get a bit energy

vi didn't recognize you at start but when you turn to face her she was amazed, you change a lot

you walked towards her or that what she thought

you walked towards ekko, who was sitting next to her, you bend down to give him a kiss on his forehead

when you bend to kiss him, vi and caitlyn could perfectly see your ass, which made caitlyn blush and vi smirk

vi liked you for a long time but she didn't really thought about love when she was a kid

but when she realized you're dating ekko, ohoho she didn't like it a bit

she was jealous, like a lot but she could hide it well (that what she thought)

she thought that she was better partner for you, she was older and stronger, etc

she tried to restore her relationship with you, because she didn't see you for years, so ekko didn't mind at first

but ekko isn't stupid and he notice that vi is more touchy with you and she is always checking you out

so he became jealous as well

so whenever vi was nearby, he put his arms around your waist or kiss you

vi just rolled her eyes but inside she was furious

vi flirted with you, a lot

sometimes her and ekko get into a fights because of you, but nothing serious just vi picking up on ekko telling him tha you deserve someone mature or a real (wo)man

vi makes fake scenarios in her head when she sees you and ekko kissing, hugging or just holding hands, imagining that she was at ekko's place

ekko would sometimes complain when you two cuddle or are alone that vi is looking at you too much and that you gave her too much attention, i have to admit that he is also kinda insecure that you will leave him, but he just loves you with his whole heart

she would also stare at you, just admiring your beaty and ekko didn't like it, like he agree with her that you are beautiful, but you were his and his only

when he gets more jealous or just overwhelmed with things, he would fuck you all night, make you moan his name for vi to hear and he would mark your neck with hickeys for vi to see them the next day (yk let her know who you belong to)

it kinda affect their friendship because vi is stubborn and she can't give up or take a hint

and ekko definitely wouldn't give you to her, you are everything to him

I hope you like it guys, I thought this would be cool idea and in my head it seemed like it but rn idk how to feel about it:)

[bubuslutty]

Pirate!Captain Price au (nsfw ver)

word count: 1.2k

tags: nsfw, f receiving, p in v, making out, spitting, skinny dipping, mentions of public sex (nobody gets caught tho)

warnings: kidnapping

a/n: I tend to go on a tangent with the story telling n lore instead of sticking to John fucking. ANWAY. I love him and if you also love him and have silly thoughts abt him and his boys, send me an ask, or comment, or reblog, whatever you want 💙

pirate!captain Price fucks like he's trying to kill you, with determination and pure hunger for it. He's a man on a mission, and nobody can stop him from getting what he wants.

Captain Price has wicked hips and a filthy walk, he's hot and he knows it. He's so comfortable in his skin, scars, fat, muscles, freckles and all. His movements are confident yet relaxed. He appears to be so sure of himself without doing anything, just standing there and people hate him for it. How infuriating is a man with such charm and confidence decided to become an outlaw, a pirate of all things.

So he knows how to use those hips, pounding his sweetheart on the mattress and making her wail and scream for him with how good he's making her feel.

pirate!captain Price has ridiculous core strenght, he could fuck his sweetheart for hours, rolling his hips against hers like he was born to fuck her. And he's so fucking filthy with it as well, "Too much for you? Should I slow down, sweetheart? hm?"

And slow down he does, rolling his hips deep deep in her guts, forcing her to listen to the filthy squelch that resonats in his Captain's cabin everytime their hips meet. And he has a dumb smile on his lips, obsessively watching where they meet between her legs.

And you better believe he'll kiss his pretty lady like he wanted to drink her up, he's nasty and it would be embarrassing to call what he's doing to her kissing, not even making out can cover how sinful he's with his mouth and tongue.

Pirate!Captain Price, when he's in a mood he'll even spit in her open mouth, holding her pretty face in his bigger, rough and scarred hand, then spitting right in her tongue, and he watches how her eyes roll at the back of her head and she moans loudly, swallowing his little offering.

He's also big on eating her out, be in his cabin, outside on the deck in the middle of the night under the stars, where anyone can catch them, or in a dark alleyway behind a pub. And because he has a beard, he likes to get it absolutely drenched and leave his sweetheart's inner thighs all red from the friction.

And he doesn't mind when she whines how much her inner thighs are bothering her, he just has a smug smile on his lips and apologizes with a coo, placing a wet kiss to her forehead and cheeks, and deep down he's not really sorry, but for his sweetheart, he'll coo and coddle until she melts over and over again in his arms.

Pirate!Captain Price barley kidnaps rich folks in exchange for ransom money from their rich family. If he has an excuse to dress his sweetheart in the finest of clothes, he would take it without hesitation.

So she's the one who sneaks in a ball, so she can later open the gates for them so they can sneak in, rob the place while everyone is busy dancing and then kidnap the wealthiest person in there.

And of course she's dressed in blue, John's favourite colour, the colour of the sky and the sea. Her dress is shiny, made out of silk and fabrics only found in far, far away countries, that even rich folks struggle to get, but not pirates, pirates can get their hands on anything if they tried hard enough.

She's wearing a layered blue gown, the sleeves long, with her whole neck, collarbone and a generous chunk of her chest exposed, and she looks so so beautiful, her hair half up, decorated with pearls and gold. And she's quickly stealing everyone's attention, coyly tucking a stray strand of hair behind one of her ears with a gloved hand.

She's invited to dance by many people, and she makes up elaborate stories about being a foreign Duchesse, laughing and giggling at stories and anecdotes she's been told, forgetting for a moment she was an outlaw, a criminal, who stabbed her to-be-husband right through the heart on their wedding day.

When the job is done, she returns to their ship on horseback, laughing in delight with John's men.

When the kidnappee is tied and locked in the basement, they sail away and celebrate with music and drinks of their own.

Sometime in the same night, Price's sweetheart is running and giggling on the ship, chased by Price, who's trying to catch her, still dressed like a dream. And she gasps and swoons when he catches her in his arms.

She acts like she's trying to fight him, wiggling in his arms and telling him, "Let me go, you pirate! I'm a woman of honor and dignity!"

Price tickles her and she laughs, trying to slip away, and he has his arms securely wrapped around her waist, breathing the perfume she sprayed on her neck in, sighing in pure bliss.

"You're mine now." He speaks against her naked shoulder, placing a wet kiss on the skin.

"I'm not yours! Let me go or the Royal Navy shall have you hung!" She threatened, turning in his arms and pushing his chest away.

"Hm, no. Finders keepers." He hums and pulls a string that kept her corset securely tied around her body, and when she felt it getting loose she squealed and crossed her arms over her chest, "John!"

"What? You'll be naked by sunrise, I'm just speeding this up." John says, shrugging while wearing a small smirk, "You've got a problem with that?"

"If that's the case, let me help." John's sweetheart says, wearing a smirk of her own and starts undressing right there on the deck, while his men are still having a party not far off, the only privacy they've had was the shadow of the Captain's cabin and nothing else.

"What are you doing?" John asks, looking over his shoulder and panicking a bit because as much as he enjoyed fucking his love where they could get caught, he still made sure nobody was around, and if someone happened to pass by, he'd use his body to shield her away. But this, this was madness, any of his boys would just turn around and see her standing there naked, glowing under the moonlight like a siren.

The only things she still had on was her pearl earrings and a necklace John gifted her a while back. "Come swim with me." She offered, smiling and still fucking standing there naked with her clothes a puddle to her feet.

John gulped and decided to just get naked as fast as possible while she watched him, and when he was done, she tiptoed to where he was standing, cupped his cheek and placed a kiss to his lips.

And before his fingertips could graze her skin, she pulled away and dived into the open cold sea.

Fuck this.

John dived right behind her, controlling his breathing and taking a deep breath when he resurfaced, his body freezing due to the cold water, but he knew his body would soon get used to it. He then felt arms hugging his shoulders from behind, and he grinned when his sweetheart kissed his cheeks with her cold plush lips.

"Did I just see Cap'ain and his bonnie jump in the sea naked?" Johnny said with a frown, cheeks pink due to how much he's drunk.

"Hm?" Simon hummed with his eyes closed next to him, leaning his head on his shoulder.

"Never mind." Johnny said and yawned, scratching his chin and leaning his head on Simon's.

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[imtryingbuck]

Wedding Day Round Two

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!Theo

Summary: Bucky has to marry a woman who surprises him more and more as their story goes along.

Word count: 2,036

Warnings: angst. swearing. fluff.

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The look on the pastors face gave it away that he was judging them, a married couple who had only been married for half a year already renewing their vows? Someone must have messed up - his eyes went straight to Bucky. Of course he didn’t understand what they were trying to tell him, their ‘wedding’ wasn’t anything special not by a long shot and now they wanted to redo it. It was Wanda that told them to do a vow renewal.

Instead of getting a wedding planner they gave the job to Wanda after she begged them to let her to do it, they ended up saying yes yet Wanda made sure that neither one of them knew what she was doing, she said she knew them well enough to know what they would want. Theo smiled at her words whilst Bucky squinted his eyes.

The bridal shop caused Theo to have a small panic attack. So many dresses with different patterns and styles, they were all beautiful but she didn’t know which one she wanted, she didn’t want to ruin them by wearing them - her insecurities getting the better of her. The owner could see her apprehension so took a few gowns off the racks that she thought Theo would like, the only problem was that all the dresses picked had an open back which meant that people were going to see her scars. That thought alone caused her breathing to pick up. Trying on the dresses there was only two that she really liked, Wanda and Nat were so encouraging the whole time, one of them dresses had both of their jaws dropping and telling her that, that was the one. And she had to agree, it was perfect.

“Sam’s demanding me to have a bachelor party.” Bucky sighed as he climbed into bed one night after a long day of business meetings.

“Like in The Hangover?”

“Probably will.”

“You can’t!” Theo panicked, putting the book down on the bedside table she looked at Bucky with wide eyes.

“I can’t drink at my own bachelor party? You’ll probably be drinking at your bachelorette party.” He said amused.

“What?”

“What?”

“You’ll wake up on a roof of some hotel and you’ll be late to our wedding!”

“Wait… oh fuck, you mean the film!” He was so confused until it hit him. Steve recommended the trilogy to Theo and it quickly became one of her favourite films, he couldn’t help but laugh. “I thought- never mind. But I promise you pretty girl I won’t wake up on a roof of some hotel… it’ll probably be Sam.”

“What did you think I meant?”

“That I’d have a hangover from drinking.”

“Oh.” She giggled softly.

Bucky practically dragged himself across the large bed over towards her, pulling her onto his lap and gently pressing his lips to hers. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

His heart soars every time he hears those words fall from her lips. Kissing her passionately and heatedly, when he breaks the kiss due to her needing air he sets a trail of kisses down her neck and across her collarbone, a smile tugs at his lips as he does so as she giggles.

“B-Buck, you said you were tired!”

“When did I say that, pretty girl?”

“The second you came home, ‘my names Bucky and I’m tired. I’m so tired that I can fall asleep right here on the floor’” Bucky ceased his attack on her neck and collarbone to pull back to look her in the eyes. Both of them squinting their eyes at each other, waiting, daring the other one to crack first and burst out laughing like they knew they wanted to do.

“Firstly, I do not sound like that!”

“Yes you do!”

God he loved how cheeky she was! He let her win by laughing at her ever so failed attempt at trying to copy his voice.

“Anyway! And secondly, I’m never too tired to pleasure my beautiful wife.” He winked, pressing a delicate kiss to her nose, before flipping them over and making her release those beautiful sounds she makes just for him.

Throughout his bachelor party he was messaging Theo, even though he had seen her that morning he couldn’t help but miss her. Nat and Wanda had planned something simple yet perfect for her. A spa day. Theo obviously had never been before so she was nervous and asking all sorts of questions, despite her nerves she was excited to go.

Bucky choked on his drink when he received a text from her saying that they had put stones on her back and because they were cold she nearly fell off the bed. He knew he shouldn’t have laughed but he couldn’t get the image of her nearly falling from the bed because of it.

“Buck off your phone.”

“No.”

“James!”

“Steven!”

“We’re playing cards and you’re losing.”

“That’s alright.” He shrugged, the whole time he spoke to Steve not once did he look up from his phone, to busy talking to Theo.

“Steve leave him alone, our little man’s getting married tomorrow… again… to the same woman.” Sam smiled hugely at Bucky when he looked over at him. “And plus, he’s losing and I’m getting his money.”

“He’s all grown up now.”

“We did such a great job at raising him, didn’t we Stevie?”

Bucky rolled his eyes at his two best friends as they continued being a pair of twats - his words not mine! - yet he couldn’t help but smiling at seeing Theo tomorrow as she walked down the aisle, being able to say vows, being announced as husband and wife.

On the other side of the city Theo was looking wide eyed at Nat who was in the pool looking back at her with the exact same expression, as she held a crying Wanda in her arms.

“Wand, what’s wrong?” Nat asked worriedly, everything was fine, perfect even until Wanda burst out crying.

“W-when we met you Theo, you was so shy and so scared of everything an-and now you’re not shy or scared, you laugh, you smile, you talk a-and watching you become your own person after what those bastards did, I-I’m so fucking proud of you and to call you my friend.” Wanda all but wailed the last words, gripping Theo a little bit tighter.

“Oh fuck.” Theo looked over to Nat and noticed that she was now crying too. “Wanda you’ve made me fucking cry now!” She climbs out of the pool and goes over to the two women, wrapping her arms around them both.

When a staff member came in, he slowly walked backwards and back out the door when he saw three crying women.

The dress was on. Her hair was done. Her shoes were being slid onto her feet by Wanda as Nat spritzed perfume on her; Martha was taking photos of the trio.

“You are so beautiful Theo.” Wanda said looking at her in the mirror.

“M-my back…”

“If anyone has a problem with your scars they’ll have me to deal with!” Nat spoke from the other side of Theo, hers and Wanda’s hands touching the scars, not phased by it.

A knock came from the door. “Who is it?” Wanda called out.

“It’s Matt, are you girls ready?”

“Are you ready?” She asked Theo, who nodded with a shy smile. “Come in.”

The second Matt saw Theo tears sprung to his eyes. “You look so beautiful Dory.”

“Thank you.”

“He’s waiting for you. Are you ready?”

“I’m ready.” She smiled up at her brother.

Everyone was in place as the music started playing - Theo’s eyes went wide at seeing a live orchestra in the garden. Wanda really had done an incredible job, seats with bow ribbons were neatly placed underneath the large gazebo, at the entrance were two large stone columns with huge bouquets of flowers on top.

The sun was shining. It was perfect.

Bucky’s eyes instantly lit up with tears as he laid on Theo. His heart began racing as she walked closer to him with her arm linked with Matts. Taking her hand in his the moment she was in reaching distance, he brought her hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss to her knuckles.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of James and Theodora, I believe that the two of you have written your own vows? James would you start?”

“Pretty girl, I had no idea that I could truly love someone until I met you. Meeting you wasn’t the way I wanted to but I’m glad we’re both here now. You are the best thing that ever happened to me, you are my heart my mind and soul. I swear to you that I will forever be by your side. I love you.”

“Theodora.” The pastor smiled at her, giving her a small head nod.

“Bucky, you’ve shown me that I can be loved and that I don’t have to live in fear and pain. You have given me a reason to live, and for that I am forever grateful to you. You are my heart my mind and soul. I swear to you that I will forever be by your side. I love you.”

“James do you take Theodora as your wife?”

“I do.” He takes the ring from Steve’s hand and slides it onto Theo’s finger.

“Theodora do you take James as your husband?”

“I do.” She takes the ring from Wanda’s hand and slides it onto Bucky’s finger.

“I know that you two are already legally married but I cannot help myself.” The pastor says with a chuckle. “I am proud to be the one to announce you as husband and wife. James you may kiss your bride.”

Bucky steps closer to her, his hands on her face whispering “I love you” as his lips cover hers in a sweet passionate kiss. The whole backyard erupts into loud cheers.

Standing by Bucky’s side Theo’s eyes moved along those who had attended most of them were Bucky’s men that she had never met before, his mom and sister were there, as her eyes went to the back row her breath got caught in her throat.

Michael.

He stood there giving her a sad smile. He knew that Jess would have hated him for everything he did and didn’t do, having his true love hate him had his heart aching but he knew he deserved it, he knew it was too late to turn back the clock and change things. Michael gave a small nod to his daughter before walking away.

Bucky hadn’t realised that her back was exposed until they were dancing, his eyes were wide as his hand felt the scars.

“I wanted to show everyone that I’m not afraid of them anymore.” She whispered, slightly embarrassed now that they were exposed.

“I’m so proud of you my love. So so proud.” He held her closer than before as they continued dancing.

The words he spoke were nothing but true. He was proud of how strong she was, he knew she was self-conscious about her scars but she wasn’t afraid of showing them off, she wasn’t afraid that more was going to be added to the collection. He was proud of who she had become in the time he had known her.

He knew Michael had shown up to their wedding, he wasn’t happy about it. The last time Bucky had seen the older man was when he shot him in his office - Bucky had every intention of killing Michael but he just couldn’t do it, he couldn’t take away Theo’s only living parent even if he deserved to die. It wasn’t fair to her. So Bucky shot him in the shoulder.

The sun had long gone down and was now replaced by a full moon, Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off Theo even if he tried, which he definitely didn’t.

Bucky had always thought about marriage, especially marrying the person he loved, and here he was dancing on the decorated patio with the love of his life in arms.

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[whalesforhands]

hear me out: dyf!mc touching gojo AND geto too, but not only their muscles. what if she traced her fingers along where she remembers there being scars or injuries? what if she were to ask them what happened after she “died?” i feel like that would make for some rlly heart wrenching hurt/comfort and closure to the failed mission for the trio? :((

-omori anon

warnings: suggestive, but only in the first few paragraphs

“Does it ever… Hurt?” It’s a vulnerable moment, pillowtalk after a session of copulating that leaves you all sweaty, lying in between the both of them as you’re on your side, facing Satoru as you trace the scar on his chest.

You weren’t aware he had one too, not when you had just noticed the one on Suguru.

It catches your eyes, the mark on his chest as your hands trail down the skin as he’s on top of you, your passion no where near interrupted as your hands subconsciously move to trail over the ‘X’.

He’s so close, so warm… A shy tilt of your head upwards towards him has his hips coming to a slow, his neck craning down to meet you halfway— Only for your lips to map across the scarred skin, shyly leaving kisses before your twinkling eyes look back up to meet his widened gaze.

A breath sucked in, a hand grasping both of your wrists, before Suguru’s mouth is desperately slotting over yours, a muffled yelp is all that is able to escape you.

“…fuck, that was cute.”

“Not when you’re here.” Satoru’s voice is full of steady adoration as he watches the arm Suguru has draped over you, your waist cuddled into the black-haired man’s arm as Gojo himself settles a hand on your cheek.

“Shoko said that you both were the only ones to be able to fully heal anything.” So… Why didn’t they? Why keep this painful reminder?

There’s a beat of silence that passes; and the air changes, tenser, hesitatant and a swallow of doubt.

Did you say something wrong? You’re starting to upset yourself as your hands still on his chest. “You don’t have to answer if—“

“I suppose I lacked confidence.” His eyes close as he brings your hand up to his face, lightly kissing your fingers. It’s unusual; seeing the Gojo Satoru lying next to you quiet, shaken, with a trembling hand that goes to desperately clutch at yours.

“I didn’t believe in myself enough to remember.” It’s a bane, his existence. Something he’s realized at the mercy of time. There’s nothing fulfilling about being ‘the strongest’ if there’s no one beside you. Though, he will be able to handle it, to power through it all, through anything.

But at what cost? If he already lost you; if he lost Geto Suguru… What will become of him? Why does he keep this lowly mark on him that will only flay his mind with torture and distress?

Because it has you. It has you— Inscribed into the affliction, lived on through the searing burn it gives him sometimes.

He’s only human, even if born with power to rival the gods. Age will catch up to him, jamming his thoughts and evaporating the swirling blue of his youth away.

So even if his precious blue memories were broken beyond recognition with time, this unsightly scar that scalded his skin— As long as it was proof that you existed, he wouldn’t forget about it.

A novelty that had yet to wear off. It almost brings a tear to his eye how poetic he thinks he is; he wonders what Suguru thinks. It was never discussed between them; more like a silent contract they’ve subjected themselves to every night as they indulged in each other’s presence in the days without you.

A chuckle leaves his lips as he breathes out the next few words. It’s kind of funny, humorous to him that he gets to say them now, the words he had been trying to formulate for the nights that lost you.

“I love you.” And he’d say it for as many times as you want— As many lives as you and Suguru can continue to exist.

I love you I love you I love you I love you—

It’s in these moments that Gojo Satoru realizes how much weaker he is than he thinks, how the warmth of your blood sparks against your skin, how the distance of your pigments are finally gone. How the shine of your eyes still persist even after all this time.

So don’t leave again. Don’t.

“For me— I guess I didn’t want to change.” Suguru’s soothing voice is breathed into your ears as the soft whisper is audible enough for all three to hear. He finds it comparable to a brand, a morbid reminder of their failure, and at the same time— Of you. Would you call it selfish or nonsensical if he said this was only one such proof of their love?

Geto Suguru likes to think he took you for granted. To wallow in what he lost, what he failed to save, what he couldn’t do, even when struck with grief and anguish and terrible anger.

Is it an easy thing to say? Or is it a difficult thing to do? He can’t decide; Not when the act is to accept the fact that you had gone without them. The undefined and unknown seeped into him, a lack of words that only left him holding onto smoldering feelings.

He was lost, listless and blank, steeped in days that bloomed him into despair if it wasn’t for the glowing hope that allowed him to hang on in the form of Gojo Satoru.

“But it shouldn’t matter now, right?” His nose buries itself deeper into the crook of your neck as he feels you here. It almost scares him to get used to this.

In the time you were gone, it is painful how much things had been subject to change, how they all couldn’t stay the same as it was back in those nostalgic summers.

“I’m…” Speechless. You don’t know what to say as these two men nuzzle further into you, their holds getting tighter, wanting— Almost protectively. “Sorry…”

“Don’t be.”

“Whaddya apologizing for?”

You nearly want to cry at the way they’re so dismissive of their own past. “For making you think back to those times.”

“It’s really nothing,” Suguru closes his eyes as he breathes in the scent of your hair, the loveliness of your skin against his. “You’re here now.”

He answers for the both of them when he says that line.

There is no use for yesterday, no point of crying for what that was lost. So, let them love you and each other until the end of this time, and let them do it again in the next life all over again.

Because it’s odd, an enigma— With how your hands have always been warmer than theirs.

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[jeonzaxs]

amidst chaos ⋟ jjk

SUMMARY; you shouldnt harbor these feelings not amidst chaos.

pairing; jeon jungkook x reader

genre; love at first sight! zombie apocalypse!au

warnings; just two idiots in love. slight against. angst. mention of blood, bruises and death. just too much fluff i think or cliche. lower case intended.

word count; 700+

notes; another repost from my old account!! my second published baby. im pretty proud about this you could say. feedback and reblogs mean so much to me, please dont be shy to. enjoy <3

your eyes drift to the handsome looking man, a few scratches adorning his face and blood leaking from his nose, a gasp leaves your mouth as you turn back to the other who hit him, eyebrows furrowed in anger "fuck- jay, i know we cant trust him yet but you cannot give him a bleeding nose, idiot” you cuss, smacking the red head on his nape as he hisses and steps back without a word.

when your eyes meet the male again, you find yourself breathless. gold shadows the corner of your vision, and jungkook finds the surrounding mute, only your eyes and voice echoing throughout. you look away, clearing your throat, and speaking up "why are you here?” voice cautious as the man replies, "i'm Jungkook, and i was hoping you had some space for another person?" he asks, voice saccharine sweet, and you inspect him, eyes wandering over him as he rolls up his sleeves and bares his neck to show that he’s void of any bites and that he’s not infected. you nod and introduce yourself "i'm _____, i run this group". 

jungkook perks up at your name, he has seen you in class often, you were always within your book and the fact that you're running a group in this apocalypse amuses him, and he can't help but like you even more.

he lends his hand out, a boyish smile playing on his lips. You look up at him, hesitantly shaking his hands, and then your eyes glare at Jay, daring, and he clears his throat. "uh, i'm sorry" he mumbles before stepping backwards, his girlfriend tilting her head as she introduces herself "i'm lily, welcome" a small teasing smile plays on her lips as she looks at you, throwing a playful glance and to that you hiss like a cat.

jungkook wipes his bleeding nose and observes you, he likes the way you hiss, he likes the strands of hair falling to the sides of your face and wishes to push them behind. he repeats your name in his head and thinks that it definitely suits you. the small scratches and the worn out green uniform compliment your figure so much that he finds it hard to just look away. he clears his throat again, attempting conversation "well, uh do we have a schedule or something like that?" you nod to that question, but your eyes shying away from him "yes, we do. we take trips to the canteen to find food, and we also take rounds guarding at night".

he sits down by the chair beside him and asks again, curiosity brimming his head "have you guys had any attacks? any infected?" he hopes you answer again, just to hear your voice, but your friend beats it to him as she replies "yes. we’ve had around two attacks and any infected? none, yet." her face is absent of fear and he notices that all of you look calm in such a situation. 

it's been five days since the whole rupture occurred, so many died and many cried. you and your friends have survived by luck, is what you think. you're grateful that you have found this room to sleep and eat. scars litter all of your faces, most of them have dried up and you now take a look at jungkook and he seems courageous, his doe-eyes warming your heart and giving you some hope. you find some sort of safety in his being.

jeon jungkook is not unknown at all, he is the infamous heartthrob, known to be good at everything. he is disciplined and strong. He is athletic and sweet. jungkook is the one who receives endless letters on valentine's day and has a group of girls always cooing at him, but he is well mannered and does not swell with pride.

you would be lying if you said you hadn't noticed him, the first time you stepped onto campus. he turns heads everywhere he goes, and now, seeing him sitting by that chair. your heart beats faster, breathing labored. you should not be harboring such feelings in the middle of blood and screams. not when you could get bitten anytime. not amidst chaos.

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[parentsbesluts]

after a full month theyre finally done . these designs took a lot out of me to make but i really like how they all turned out. more design info for each under the cut

patton: black cis man, he/him, 6'0 (the tallest except for remus*). 4b hair. he has patches of skin that developed into frog skin following the events of svsr. its functionally similar to vitiligo, as it was caused by the high amounts of stress patton went through, but not the same. his shirt was a gift from janus that was suggested by remus. he has chronic back pain (not a part of the design but this is important to know). he wears the bff bracelet that roman made for him when they were young. he has stretch marks around his shoulders and chest.

roman: italian + latina bigender woman, she/he/star, 5'10. he dyes her own hair often but favors stars natural color with streaks of blond. her sword is longer than that when star actually uses it. i fucked up the proportions when drawing it and didn't have the strength to fix it. she had an entire royal cape but he opts not to wear it in most situations. similarly he owns a lot more jewelry than just the stuff stars wearing in the picture but its often not practical. her bff bracelet is in a drawer in his room right now.

logan: indigenous (specifically mayan) agender person, they/xe, 5'6 (the shortest except for remus*). xyr hair has gone gray from stress despite attempts to fix it, so they have accepted their fate and moved on. xe has a nose ring because virgil is a terrible influence on them. the heart on their cheek marks the first spot that virgil ever kissed xem. xe's been carrying around that orange book a lot recently for some reason. xe has stretch marks around their chest, shoulders, armpit, and hips.

virgil: irish (she makes their skin gray just because) genderfluid person, she/he/they, 5'8 ½. he took up smoking (though they prefer weed over cigs) to try and reduce her and thomas's anxiety. it's seemingly working but now their room smells like weed. her rat tails are 100% real. after accepting anxiety she cut off their jacket sleeves and jean shins to show off more of his body. we love body positivity. the scar on his face is remus's fault. they have many anxiety reducing habits such as can tab collecting and biting her nails. enrichment. the heart on his neck marks the first spot that logan ever kissed her. he changes hair color in accordance with shirt. she has stretch marks around their hip and armpits.

janus: french + spanish trans male, he/hiss/venom, 5'8. the cane is not optional. despite having the fashion sense of an upper class victorian man hi is actively socialist. ve claims he's "reclaiming the style". the tree patterns on hisses overcoat and gloves have absolutely no symbolism related to them whatsoever. the eye he wears around venoms neck is made from serpentine. the ring pattern on hisses gloves is solely because its hard to put rings on over gloves, even though it doesnt matter at all and ve could simply summon rings on hisses fingers if he wanted to. the snake pattern around venoms coat is not sentient.

remus: italian + latino unlabled person, he/it/that thing, height is incredibly unstable but averages to around 5'10 most days. it can see out of the eyes on his earrings and right sleeve. the spikes on that things clothing are indeed real teeth. it misses his friends. it wears some sort of weird lingerie under his uniform. that thing ended up getting the uncontrollable hair genes and it dyes its hair in shrimp colors. he wants to dye its hair with virgil again. the chain can be stored inside of the mace handle, allowing the mace to be used as a morningstar. the preportions on it are also bad sorry. that things shoes are sentient and want to kill you. it wishes janus wasn't so busy. he doesn't want to be alone.

[ilovespec]

Even a rotten heart can love..

| Yandere FEM ! Drug lord × FEM ! civilian reader. | part 1

WARNINGS !!!!! : mention of death, corpse, settled corpse, non-con touching, Kristina Zmeeva (she is already red flag lol), drugs, use of death from drug overdose, yandere is a FUCKING DRUG LORD, yandere and y/n are female, all my characters similarities with real people are random, grammatical errors are possible.

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The ??? city . Autumn.

You walk home from work with your face buried in your phone. You're texting with your friend. You looked up for a moment, choosing which way to go... There are 2 ways. The first one is shorter, but it goes through a dark alley. And the second one is longer. But he's walking down a lighted street. And you chose to take the short cut. That's why you walked briskly to the alley to get home as soon as possible. After a couple of seconds, you're already walking quickly down this alley, you put your phone in your pocket just in case and listen to the footsteps. And after a couple of minutes , here you are , almost coming out of the alley ! But suddenly you feel like you're being grabbed by the scruff of the neck...!! You're in a state of shock, you don't know what to do, and some kind of rag is pressed to your face. And as soon as you tried to breathe in, everything started to darken and blur..

且_(ﾟ◇ﾟ；)ノﾞ

You opened your eyes... your head hurt like hell ! You tried to shake your arms or legs... But they were tied up so tightly that you just can't feel them... You scream, but your mouth is gagged. You look around the room you are in... This is some kind of basement. It smells damp and ... A sickeningly strong smell of metal ....? You look down nervously and see what's lying on the floor... The corpse....!! It's a man.. And his stomach was ripped open, and his face was disfigured as if he had just been bitten by some wild animal....and because of this "look" you fainted.

且_(ﾟ◇ﾟ；)ノﾞ

You woke up because someone LICKED YOUR CHEEK !!! You opened your eyes in shock, and saw a girl by your face... Blindfolded .. She has black hair , pale skin , and 2 large scars peeking out from under the bandage , and she joyfully exclaims sadistically

- ??? - Gaetana ! Gaetana !!! Look how cute she is! ~ No wonder I took her in that alley.. ~

The one she is addressing is a woman of about 30 years old. Does she have short black hair, red..??? Eyes and tanned skin....She sighs and looks dejectedly at this strange and creepy girl.

- Gaetana : Kristina. Go away from this poor lady. Do you see how you scare her?!

Gaetana approaches Kristina , and ... Grabbing her by the leg and lifting her up (which clearly does not like Kristina), she turns to you.

- Gaetana : young lady . I'll call the boss now, and she'll decide your fate. Whether you live or not..

And then they leave.

且_(ﾟ◇ﾟ；)ノﾞ

Through ... You don't know how many minutes. You've lost track of time. The basement door opened again. And Gaetana and Kristina entered it again.

- Gaetana : young lady. The boss is coming now.

While Gaetana was talking, Kristina came up to you (violating your personal space for the second time) and hovered over you... she started unbuttoning your shirt!!! You started screaming into the gag again (about 20 times already this day). But Kristina stopped abruptly as her head was squeezed by someone's HUGE hand in white glove...

且_(ﾟ◇ﾟ；)ノﾞ

She was a huge woman.. About 2 meters tall . She has black , graying hair , dark green eyes , broad shoulders , prominent cheekbones , small wrinkles and muscles visible against the background of clothes ... She is wearing a dark red shirt, a black coat with white stripes , black trousers with a leather belt, black classic shoes and white gloves.

且_(ﾟ◇ﾟ；)ノﾞ

-Unknown woman: Kristina Zmeeva. Get away from this süsse kleine maus quickly.

Her voice is deep.. With a strong German accent. And even with the naked eye, it is noticeable that Kristina began to tremble. Just like you... AFTER ALL, EVERYONE IN THIS FUCKING ROOM IS DAMN SCARY. And Kristina obeyed and walked away from you. And in turn, this creepy tall woman came up to you, knelt down on one knee and... buttoned your shirt. And then she tried to make a kind smile and spoke.

- Unknown woman : Don 't worry mein süßer Kitz . They won't touch you in my presence... Perhaps , yes , you will live . You don't have to worry.

And then she gently stroked your face with her rough, big and warm palm. Trying to calm her down. This unknown woman, and it looks like she 's their boss

- Creepy woman - boss : Kristina, untie this Kätzchen.

- Kristina: Of course , boss !!! ~

Kristina runs up to you and... HITS YOU IN THE CAROTID ARTERY!! Knocking you out... But in the last seconds when you were conscious, you saw this unknown woman - their boss - hitting Kristina with an elbow in the neck. Making her fall down and then starts beating her up....!? And Gaetana just sighs and comes up to you, wiping yours.. Tears? Or it 's sweat .. You almost passed out , but you heard a phrase from her , against which there were sounds of blows , kicks and painful moans..

且_(ﾟ◇ﾟ；)ノﾞ

This time , you woke up on something warm ... You open your eyes in fright, remembering today's events, and see on whose lap you are lying..This is the creepy female boss. She notices that you are awake and smiles at you. She smells of VERY expensive perfume, tobacco and blood...

- Creepy woman - boss : good evening to you, Mein Schatz can you even get up?

Trembling violently (from fear and adrenaline at the same time) , you get to your feet , and immediately it gets dark in your eyes , and your legs give way and you fall... But you are caught by two powerful hands of that woman. And she... He sits you on her lap..! She looks into your scared face, and with a soft smile, hugging you, pulls you closer to her, and with her free hand caresses your face.

- Creepy woman - boss : Don't worry... And don't tremble. I don't want you to be afraid of me. And yes, don't worry about that rube girl. Right now, she can't even think and is sitting in your place right now.

- You: M -Miss..

She shushes you softly.

- Creepy woman - boss: Don't call me that. I'm Ricarda. Ricarda Reinhardt. What's your name?

- You: my name is.. (Your name)... And why am I even here..?

- Ricarda: well, how can I say it... One of your friends is my dealer. And he took my payment, but he didn't give me the batch of drugs. That's why we decided to kidnap you in order to lure him out, but... As it turned out, he died of an overdose yesterday.. And you're so cute to kill you ~

She gently stroked your back and hugged you. Pulling you even closer to her body while you were sitting on her powerful lap. She took the phone with her free hand .

- Ricarda : Hello, Jones, bring some food. Yes, thank you.

Ricarda nuzzled the top of your head and inhaled the scent of your hair.. And then, there was a knock on the door.

- Ricarda : Come in.

A man who looked like a butler entered the room, and put a tray of food on the table next to the bed on which you are sitting and left the room. And Ricarda took a fork, one plate of food, and with a fork broke off a small piece from the dish from the plate and gently brought it to your mouth.

- Ricarda : meine Seele, say "aah" ~

You open your mouth uncertainly and embarrassedly, and she feeds you..

- You: but I have hands.. I can eat by myself.

And Ricarda just smiles sweetly in response, shakes her head slightly and sends another piece of food into your mouth..

Thanks a lot for reading, the second part will be released tomorrow because I'm tired <3

[azrielgreen]

Prism Previews

Out of context and order, 3 excerpts from the upcoming Chapter Sixteen of Prism:

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‘Oof, you’re a big boy,’ he praises, lifting Steve nonetheless to walk him down away from the porch and Steve just clings, stays, hugging Eddie, face pressed to his neck. ‘Happy Halloween, Little Star,’ Eddie murmurs, kissing his hair and turning them on the spot until Steve lets go first, pulls back to look at Eddie, who is indeed shower-fresh and soapy scented. 

Steve wants so badly to say it then, the words burn to be born and Eddie here in the dying twilight is maybe the most beautiful man he’s ever fucking seen. Dark hair, knowing eyes that find Steve always. His nose that’s been broken many times. The scar Billy left behind. His mouth. So funny that Steve knows the taste of his spit, how deep he kisses, the noises he makes when he bottoms out… yet he’s trembling just from a hug. 

It feels like some other life.

Begin again. 

The day has melted into Halloween night. 

Eddie kisses his nose. 

Steve smiles, blinks unevenly, his fingers playing with nape curls. He can hear kids laughing and yelling from somewhere nearby. The yard is full of glowing pumpkins, skeletons, gravestones, webs, haystacks with bloody signs and the house is dripping webs, bones and bats. 

‘Happy Halloween, Eddie,’ he says. ‘You wanna come see your costume?’

Eddie grins roguishly. He bites Steve’s chin before he sets him down. ‘I think you know the answer to that.’

~*~

Eddie’s life before… and even now remains such a mystery to Steve.

He returns to the section where he left off and is met with the first real report. A full-page one, the notes section brimming with Hopper scratch. 

It’s a public indecency charge. 

Steve knows from his time here in the police department that public indecency is at least a class A misdemeanour. He reads it quickly, heart racing as fascination turns to something much more green as his eyes latch onto the words found to be engaged in a public sex act.

The name of the person Eddie was with… has been redacted. Blacked out fully in every instance of their mention with a thick, fierce marker pen. 

████████  █████████

~*~

Robin makes a brief, loudly awkward chit-chat with Nancy Wheeler before she hands the phone over to Steve. ‘She wants you.’

It’s an invitation out. 

Steve is suspicious from the off, but Nancy’s friendly and excited when she says she’s booking a restaurant table at some lovely new place out of town and asks if he’d like to come along. 

‘Like, both of us?’ he asks, eyeing Robin who looks appalled, heard lovely new place and baulked. 

‘You and Eddie, you mean?’ Nancy sighs, indulgent smile audible in her tone. Steve is about to correct her when she cuts him off. ‘If he behaves then fine. I really just want you to come, though. I’m meeting some seriously cool people and I just know you’ll get on with them!’

~*~

Posting Monday

[nonbunary-does-arts]

OUTDATED DESIGNS!

My anthro Scugs!! + Enot/Inv/???

I'll leave design and personality notesnotes under the read more!! :D Hope ya'll like my takes on the scuggies hehe.

MONK - (He/They)

Monk is known for being kind and willing to jump after their loved ones, so I decided to sort of make it look like they're the last scug that would do that. He's very family-oriented.

His more closed-off appearance is purposeful, I view Monk as a scug that takes a bit to come out of his shell.

He's very cute and gets very flustered pretty easily when someone compliments him.

His clothes were made by Gourmand.

SURVIVOR - (They/Them)

The glaringly obvious prosthetic leg is also on purpose. Survivor's fall was very bad, and it resulted in their leg becoming infected to the point it needed to be amputated, from the ankle down.

They're actually dating a scavenger, and that scavenger is the one who was there for them through the procedure, and even had a hand in crafting the new leg. It's modeled after a scavenger leg.

Their folded ear is due to a bite from a lizard that tore off a good chunk, leaving it floppy.

HUNTER - (It/They/She)

The scar on their throat has left them a selective mute. It doesn't mind all that much.

Its clothes were made by No Significant Harassment, for ease of letting other Iterator Messengers, if they were to ever happen upon her, to know who she was created by.

It's very no-nonsense, and takes its job very seriously. When not assigned a task, they're often seen pacing back and forth, or hunting.

GOURMAND - (He/They/She)

I knew from the get go I wanted him to be BIG.

The pearls around his neck were gifts from scavengers. They wear them with pride and have in fact made pearl necklaces and bracelets for the scavengers as well.

She's the motherly matriarch of the scug population in the outer expanse, and teaches them all what she knows.

ARTIFICER - (She/It)

YEEEEEEEHAW

She's SO fucking pissed off it's not even funny.

She refuses to leave the metropolis, even after chasing out the scavengers. She was unlucky in her attempt to kill the scavenger chief, as he ran off as soon as she started trying to kill him.

It's been so long she doesn't even recognize her own species anymore, killing with no remorse.

SPEARMASTER - (They/It)

No bottom jaw, and only their upper canines developed.

Often seen exploring around, often with Hunter when it's time to hunt.

RIVULET - (Anything)

This scug wears nothing but a swimming suit and not even he knows why. It just likes it.

It's actually almost as tall as spearmaster, lanky legs are good for running after all.

They talk FAST, often needing to be reminded to slow down a bit so the others can hear her.

Somehow always wet regardless of the environment.

SAINT - (He/Him)

GRANDPA.

I knew I wanted him to look extremely fuzzy.

His coat was crafted using a raindeer's wool, and it's helped keep him warm in the event of a blizzard.

I also wanted to make it look like he has many old man secrets under that coat. Tell us your secrets old man.

The beard was a must. I needed to give him a beard.

ENOT/INV/??? - (He/Him)

Yeah this dude it just a being that the gods want dead.

No matter what way anyone faces, his snout will never be front-facing.

He speaks in 2000's scene, and can somehow say emojis as well.

LOVESICK. AS. FUCK.

Will often attempt to match the hobby of a scug of the day he's crushing on.

Kind of a dick to Monk tbh. Surv has kicked his ass about it.

[ellavatorz]

Sharing is Caring || c.b. x reader

summary: colby finds you reading fanfiction about him.

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smut (kinda), cursing, unrequited-but-later-requited-love, misunderstandings, confessions, just a tad bit of angst, friends-to-lovers mainly !!

a/n: this is going to be a long one so buckle up! also I’d just like to mention that this pic of colby has a death grip on me.. enjoy

picture is not mine, found on Pinterest.

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“Fuck, colby—“ you pant, breathy and heated gasps falling from your lips as your body takes him whole. You feel him rocking against your core and can’t help but squirm beneath his grip.

“Stay still, princess.” He growls from where his head lays in the crook of your neck, eagerly nipping at the skin beneath your sweet spot. You cry out, suddenly all too aware of the feeling of his massive—“

“What the actual hell are people on?” Katrina barks out with a laugh, taking a pause from reading the fan-fiction aloud. “There’s no way in hell that this person is serious!”

Sam and Colby’s own rumbling laughter fills the room and soon enough, you’re leaning forward in unison with them, failing miserably to catch your breath.

“Oh my god,” Colby coughs, wiping away tears as he quickly closes out of the page on his computer which you all were viewing just a few moments ago. Sam and Katrina joke amongst themselves, repeating and emphasizing the words you all had just read. Colby shamefully shakes his head, turning towards you in efforts to distract himself. You laugh once more before patting him on the shoulder,

“Your fans are absolutely filthy! How could you let something like this be posted so nonchalantly about you?” You joke, eyes crinkling into half moons when he stares at you, baffled and mouth agape.

“What do you mean!?” He cries, his hands swaying in a pantomime as he tries to fully grasp onto the situation at hand. His eyes flicker to the camera above his desktop as he speaks. “I wasn’t expecting to find something so..” he trails off, at a loss of words.

“Bold? Sexy?” Kat offers, still grinning from ear to ear.

You giggle from beside her and watch the two boys exchange exasperated looks as they continue to direct their comments to the camera before them. This wasn’t a situation you had expected to be dragged into when Colby requested for you to join him in a new video idea, but what did you expect out of these two, really?

You were shocked when the video idea was explained to you—reading Sam and Colby fanfiction—but even more so when finding so many results for the two boys. You quickly became overwhelmed with the idea of your best friends being the center of attention when it came to such lewd content. Especially coming from their fans!

The video was full of easily-entertaining content, from the get-go, thankfully, so you didn’t have to be scarred from visualized fantasies for too long. But you couldn’t shake the feeling of curiosity to find more stories. Were there really that many people thirsting over your friends? Was there more of these stories than you all uncovered today? Surely. There was bound to be.

“Oh man, I hope you all enjoyed this video,” Colby chuckles at the camera. “I’m sure we did. Anyways, thank you for watching, please remember to subscribe and hit that notification button. Who knows, maybe if this video gets to 100 thousand likes, we’ll come back with a part two?”

Kat, Sam, Colby and yourself all share a quick glance before breaking out into laughter again. “I don’t know about that,”

“Oh come on, you don’t want to read about Colby and a reader getting it on? How about his massive—“ Kat prods, eyebrows wiggling as she continues to joke around. You swat at her thigh, cutting her off. “Do you?” She shakes her head, face mimicking an expression of mortification as the guys finally end the video.

“Thanks for going through all that with us, ladies.” Colby smiles at both you and Kat, all of you moving toward the door to officially wrap up filming. You stand within the doorframe for a second longer than the others, waiting for Colby.

“I must admit, that was definitely interesting.” You say, capturing his attention from where he was hovering over his desk, reassuring himself that the footage had saved. A grin forms on his lips as he looks back at you, nodding.

“Oh yeah, I think I’ll be finishing up that last one in my free time. I kinda want to know what happens next.” The both of you share a laugh before joining the others downstairs. The rest of the night is spent teasing one another while enjoying a few bottles of cheap wine.

- -

The morning sun beams down on your face, enticing a groan out of you as you burrow further into the sheets. In the midst of neglecting the day’s responsibilities for a few more minutes of rest, you somehow have managed to tangle yourself in the duvet. At that same moment, Colby has granted himself access to your room and is now standing at the foot of your bed.

“Uh, need a little help there?” Colby chirps and your voice muffles against the material of the duvet in response. “help.”

You hear him chuckle before you’re released from your cocoon, now evidently bare and exposed in all your glory; a fuzzy onesie you managed to claim from Colby’s closet in the past. He feigns a gasp and tugs at the cuff of your ankle.

“This looks oddly familiar, y/n..” he drawls, your dream-slumped eyes barely phased by his act. He smiles at you, noticing just how tired you really are. Straightening himself, he crosses the room and heads for the door, sending you one last glance. “Breakfast is downstairs. I came to get you so we could eat together since the others already did. I’m starving so hurry!”

Once you’ve made it to the dining table, you’re met with a very eager and welcoming smile on Colby’s face. You cock your head slightly, raising a brow at him before speaking. “What is up with you? Why are you so cheery this morning?”

“What? Can’t I just be a good human being and share a smile with my bestest friend in the whole world?”

Squinting your eyes at him, you take a spoonful of pancake into your mouth, chewing slowly as you continue to question him through your stare alone. His facial expression begins to falter until he finally breaks, letting out a sigh in surrender.

“Fine,” Colby starts. “I need some help with the new apparel line and really want you to model for it.”

“What’s in it for me?” You ponder, though him and you both know you would’ve accepted regardless of a reward being involved or not.

“Exposure?” He rolls his eyes as if it’s the most evident response. “Spending the day with your best friend?”

You blink lazily at him until he exhales yet again, this time also stuffing a load of pancake into his mouth before speaking. “And something nice to eat afterwards, I guess.”

Smiling, you nod and continue to inhale your breakfast. “Sounds like a deal, I’m in!” He shakes his head in fondness and the two of you set off for the photo shoot later on.

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It’s been a while since you’ve modeled for the boys’ apparel so your skills are a bit rusty, but you give it your all and eventually end your part of the shoot before Colby. After dressing yourself in the clothes you arrived in, you return to the setup site and sit in one of the chairs placed out of sight of the green screen and watch as Colby poses for each picture.

Two, three, maybe even four years ago, you would’ve never thought you’d be here; tagging along on Sam and Colby’s adventures into success. You were fond of them to say the least, and you definitely felt love for them, but as of recently, you’ve managed to develop a deeper level of admiration for Colby. It’s tough to say that the feeling is reciprocated, given the fact that Katrina has stated that he’s not the type to settle so quickly. But it’s been long enough, hasn’t it? You’ve been friends for a drawn out period and to say that there isn’t a hint of something more in your relationship would be a lie. He’s always there for you, as you are for him, and his character is naturally alluring in all aspects. Then again, kindness and love come as a natural instinct for him, don’t they?

You shake your head in denial before taking your phone out, scrolling through miscellaneous social apps in efforts to take your mind off of things.

And then it happens.

You land on a photo of Colby on your feed. It’s nothing out of the ordinary; you’re used to seeing your group of friends pop up on your social media from time to time. But something’s different this time.

This time, there’s a strange user handle you haven’t seen before, and surely you wouldn’t follow. The name “colbyxyou” stands out to you. Then you find the “recommended accounts” sub genre just above the post’s header. Your curiosity lures you into clicking the post, and sure enough, there’s a fanfiction attached to it. Your fingers flit over the summary and you can’t help but redden at the face.

“Oh wow,” you breathe out. Peering over your screen, you suddenly feel all too aware of where you are. You find Colby in the crowd of makeup artists just a few feet away from the photographer’s setup. As if on cue, he meets your eyes and smiles, waving innocently before turning back towards the woman who continues to pat his face with some kind of translucent powder.

You can’t possibly read this. I mean cmon—you’ve already witnessed just how steamy these stories can get. And wouldn’t it be weird? Reading something so.. dirty about your best friend and eternal crush who just so happens to be a mere twenty feet away?

No. You whisper to yourself, finger moving towards the back button on the screen. Your finger hovers over the screen, ready to press it. Except.. you don’t.

Instead, you purse your lips in thought and stare blankly at the contents on your phone. If you couldn’t live the life you’d like to with Colby in real time, then why not live vicariously through a couple of empty words? Yeah. Empty. There’s no feelings attached. He wouldn’t know either, right?

Eyes shooting over to where he stands back in front of the camera, you take a deep breath, bracing yourself for what was to come. You scroll through the post and begin reading. Ironically, the plot seems to mirror a similar predicament you find yourself in; a muddled relationship with Colby Brock who happens to be your best friend in the story. You want more, and he doesn’t. At least it doesn’t seem like it. Until you ask, and suddenly, he’s giving you it all and more.

After reading for what feels like pages and pages worth of pure filth, your knees feel sore from how tight you had been pushing them together. You subconsciously feel the tightness in your stomach throb for something. Some kind of release. Your so preoccupied with chewing your bottom lip, anxiously trying to find any kind of solution for your issue, that you don’t even notice Colby standing inches behind you until he’s tapping your screen over your shoulder.

“Hey, what’s that? Wait, is it—“

“Colby!” You flinch, eyes widening into saucers as you quickly shut off your phone, burying it beneath your thigh and turning to face him in an instant. He catches the flush on your face and moves to place a hand on your cheek when you swat him away, evidently embarrassed and worried that he’d seen too much.

“Colby.” You clear your throat, standing up and immediately regretting it when you realize just how affected you really are with the contents you’d just read. You’re thankfully stabilized by your friend, though it doesn’t make anything any better considering the man you just fucking wet-day-dream’ed about is right here; holding your pathetic little flustered self while your getting over your imaginary high.

“Y/N, are you alright? What’s wrong?” He pulls you into a firmer stance and backs away only once you’ve managed to regain yourself to your full strength. You lock eyes with him and make an effort to speak, but all that comes out is a broken, “sorry.”

“For what?” He quirks a brow, offering you your phone from where it was left behind on the chair’s seat just a moment ago. Dropping your gaze to the ground, you can’t help but stutter as you explain what you were doing; guilt immediately washing over you. You don’t bother to look up at him—too afraid to do so. Only, you don’t have to, because he’s instantly wrapping you in his arms and chuckling into your ear.

“Y/N, seriously?” He laughs, pulling away and tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear with it. “It’s okay. I’ll admit, it’s a bit.. embarrassing but also flattering? I mean, i didn’t know you’d be that curious to uh.. read about me? in that sense?”

“I’m—“ you stammer, heat rushing to your face yet again. “What?”

“Can we talk about this at home, or yknow.. somewhere private?” He suggests, and you agree. Though now, you realize just what that entails; being in a car with him for nearly an hour for the drive back home.

“Colby,” you start once you’re both in his car, halfway down the road from the studio already. “I’m really sorry if it made you uncomfortable. I honestly should’ve asked you first or even just.. not done that. I don’t know what got into me? Curiosity? Interest? I don’t really know, but I hope this doesn’t make anything awkward between us.”

“Why would it be awkward?” He responds, eyes still focused on the road ahead. You frown at his reply and pause before continuing to speak.

“Because I quite frankly just read and imagined myself having sex with my best friend of five years?” You quip, wishing upon whatever gods are in the sky to just take you now and put you out of your misery.

There’s a beat of silence before he’s pulling into an empty acre of old buildings, parking somewhere that resembles an empty car lot. You glance over at him, brows furrowed as he shuts the car off and removed his seat belt before facing you.

“I don’t know how else you’d like me to put it, but I found that extremely hot and would actually love to hear just how much you thought about me right now.” He states bluntly, though the sinister grin on his lips only makes you flush even more.

“Fuck, are you serious?”

“Y/N, do you think of me like that? Like those people who write things about me? Write about me fucking them? Do you wish that were you? Mh?” His fingers grasp your chin, leveling your eyes with his as a deep exhale escapes your lips.

“Colby,” you nearly whimper, still evidently cautious of how you approach the matter. “I like you, i really do. I know it was weird of me to read a fanfic about you, and I didn’t want this to be the way you found out about me liking you, but—“

His lips meet yours in a feverish kiss, as hurried and rough as you’d imagined it to be. You return the kiss, immediately wrapping a hand around the nape of his neck to draw him in closer. His hand reaches over the car’s console in order to unbuckle your seat belt. He frees you and quickly moves to grasp onto the belt loop on your jeans, tugging you as close as he can before he grows frustrated with the lack of contact between the two of you.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he pants, reluctantly pulling away from you to catch his breath and gaze deeply into your eyes. “I like you too. So much. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to have you like this? Damn it, I haven’t wanted someone in my life more than I’d want you. And yeah, honestly, when we filmed that video a few days ago, I couldn’t help but think of you while reading. I imagined it was you I had squirming under me, taking me in and crying out for me. Only me.”

His words slur off into a messy fit of ragged breaths as he manages to spew out his confession. Somehow, you manage to control your breathing before giggling, gaining a similar reaction from him as he holds your face between his hands, gently caressing the supple skin of your cheeks.

“You really have a way with words, Brock.” You mutter with a smile. He reciprocates the action and leans in to kiss you once more.

“Yeah, it’s not my best forte. I guess I’ll leave it to the fic writers then, hm?” He smirks, one hand returning to your side to bring you close once more. He tilts his head sideways, motioning towards the backseat. “For now, I think I deserve a little compensation for all the time you spent reading those filthy stories instead of asking for the real thing, don’t you think?”

Your lips part in an attempt to make a bratty retort but falter when he’s already making his way to the back of the car and tapping the inside of his thigh, beckoning you to follow.

And who are you to deny him? After all, this is what you wanted. What you needed.

And now, you’ve got it all to yourself.