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ruesol · 7 months ago

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Mechanic Sukuna purposely lies about your car so he can see you again.

Notes: not proofread, fem!reader

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Sweaty, grimy, and greasy. Three adjectives you’d use to describe the local repair shop. It was always filled with muscled men who always seemed to have a permanent scowl on their face, intimidating anyone who wanted help with their vehicle.

Which is why you always sent your (only) male friend there to order any kind of complicated repair work on your behalf. As a woman, you did not want to be subject to all the scrutinizing stares and intentionally inflated prices for services that would otherwise be cheap or free of charge.

Your car was your baby. A haven if you will. It was much better to take naps in there rather than sit and do homework in the library during the long gaps in your class schedule. It was the best to use in the late months of spring, with the AC blowing right in your face as you dreamt about sleeping on an iceberg.

But alas, it also had to break down when the heat was at its highest and your friend had gone on a trip with his partner.

You were now conditioned to go to the place you dreaded most. You got rid of all your pretty accessories stuck and dangling off of different parts of your car. You were not going to be a victim of chauvinism. Especially not by mechanics- it just hurts more with them of all people.

As expected, all eyes were on you (mainly because you were the only girl in the shop and you looked like you had seen a ghost). All the men there looked like they belonged to a gang- brutish, crass words slipping out of their mouths like it was nothing, grease all over their faces, and regular safety uniforms altered to show off their muscle tank tops.

Your eyes just shifted around the place. You weren’t even sure how the system worked. Were you supposed to walk over to them or did they just come to you? Did you have to get an appointment before arriving like it was a doctors office or-

“I recognize that dump.”

You turned to see who in their right mind had to say that about your ass. You hadn’t been hit on a lot in your life, but you knew how to differentiate between flattery and sexual harassment. The other men were quick to go back to their tasks, not wanting to watch your reaction.

“Excuse me?” You squeaked out with as much anger in your voice as possible (you were more like a yipping Pomeranian).

The pink haired man in front of you looked like the definition of bad news. Stark black tattoos against his pale skin, burn and cut scars all over his arms, and his pink hair was pulled back by a black bandana. With the way him and the other men looked, it seemed like all mechanics had to do a course in ‘Intimidation 101: how to look like a convict.’

“Talkin’ ‘bout your car, sweetheart. Some guy is always comin’ in here with that thing.”

Sweetheart. Passive aggressive prick

“Oh, I’m sorry. That guy’s my friend. This is actually my car and the AC is just not working properly. I think it’s broken.”

You watched as he walked over to your car and examined the interior. “Flaps are fine. I think we might have to open it up and take a good look inside. Might even have to replace the thing.”

He noticed your shifty gaze, probably worried about how much you were going to have to pay for the whole thing. Adorable.

“I know a guy who gives discounts for it. You a college student?” His unnaturally handsome face looks concerned for you. You weren’t expecting it but you welcomed it. With caution of course. You nodded meekly while looking at him. Maybe mechanics weren’t scammy towards women after all.

He clapped his hands and grinned, sharp canines visible in all their glory. The man looked like the human version of a tiger. “Then it’s basically free. Don’t worry about the cost. You can leave your car here. Want me to call an uber for ya?”

He noticed the not-so-discreet glances from his coworkers but kept his eyes trained on your wimpish face.

“I’m alright. Um, thank you. Do I have to leave my number or do you guys have that on file?”

“We do have a number but I’m guessing that belongs to your friend cause he’s always the one to come here and pick your car up after service.”

“You’re right. I think I might have to give mine.”

As stupid as it sounds, he wanted to do a cartwheel, it’s like everything was falling into place. Cute girl with car problems, no boyfriend (as far as he knows), and he gets her number.

He was going to get a celebratory beer after work.

His colleagues could see the pep in his step but didn’t bother to say anything knowing that you were still there- even if you looked like your mind wasn’t present.

He returned with a clipboard and bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from scaring you with his beaming smile.

“I’m Sukuna by the way.” He smirked as he noticed the deep blush on your cheeks. You stammered out your name to him and he swore that he could almost envision it on an elegant white card a few years from now.

“See you soon,” he said before walking away with a new air of confidence around his gait.

After you left, his friend, Toji, abandoned the car he was working on to follow Sukuna to the office. “There’s no way in hell you know someone who can install a new AC for free. I paid hundreds to fix mine.” Sukuna didn’t even look at his friend while he was talking. He just kept staring at you through the window while you were getting into your cab.

“There’s nothing wrong with her AC. She just needed to clean the filters.”

New serie- who said that? 👁️👄👁️

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spaded-ace · 6 months ago

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thought of this idea for a while (JJK Drabble)

DrillSergentToji! who has had his eye on you since the moment he found out that you were going to be in his unit. As one of the few girls, he already had committed you to memory.

DrillSergentToji! pushed you past your limits during training. “Is that all ya’ got, princess? Get ya’ chest on the ground, this isn’t gym class!” He barked while pressing the tip of his boot into your back. It never stopped there; he’s command you run an extra lap, bark at you any chance he got, and he watched as you pulled yourself on the bars despite being worn out. Your drive and stamina was Toji’s biggest turn on peeve when it came to you.

DrillSergentToji! couldn’t help but let you catch his eyes all hours of the day — during roll call, drills, lunch, break time — whenever. He swore to himself it was nothing, yet he caught himself staring at you more times when he should’ve been doing anything else.

DrillSergentToji! nearly loses himself when he sees you in your official uniform during duties. You’re outside, sweating while working on a repair. Your moss green uniform shirt stuck to your skin, making the outline of your sports bra visible while the camouflage pants cling to you like a second skin in the heat. The way the material encased you was enough to nearly make Toji lose the small semblance of self-control he kept for this long.

DrillSergentToji! insists on escorting you to the medical ward upon hearing reports that you’ve injured yourself during one of your duties. After all, it’s the least he can do for such a driven rookie of his.

DrillSergentToji! makes sure to check in with you over the next few days upon learning you tore a small muscle in your shoulder during one of your duties. “I take it your almost well enough to get back to morning drill, yeah?” He still maintains the same stoic posture and “don’t-give-a-fuck-about-you” attitude in an attempt to seem like he doesn’t care, but he can’t it when he has a “small” interest in you.

DrillSergentToji! who insists on you coming to his room after drills the following morning to ensure that “your shoulder is still holding up” from the intensity. “Just a little precaution. Can’t have ya’ ending up in the medical ward again” Little do you realize, he has other plans.

DrillSergentToji! has you come to his room to “practice” the drills again from that morning only for you to end up with a mouthful of his cock while he corrects you in your push-up form. “Fuck…Loosen those shoulders, princess, just like ya’ —fuck— loosened ya’ mouth…” His hands weaved into your hair, signaling you when to move up and down. Your shoulder was burning like fire but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop when he tasted this good.

DrillSergentToji! made sure to make a mess all over your face when he finished. It wouldn’t be a training session without a little humiliation, wouldn’t it? “Look at you, rookie; all pretty when ya’ painted with my cum. This should be a fun story to tell the commanders.” His hands pulled your face closer to his cock, making sure you got every spurt on your skin before he pulled away.

DrillSergentToji! knows that you’re aching. His hand was already at your waist the moment you dropped the push up position and he made you sit in his lap. “She needs me, doesn’t she?” He smirked, undoing the belt to your pants before slipping his hand underneath the waistband to feel the growing wetness. He couldn’t help but smirk when he felt you on his fingers. “She’s standing at attention.”. He couldn’t wait any longer before sinking you onto his “private”. Boy, was he about to have some fun. By the end of the night, he was going to make sure you were screaming “Yes, Sergeant!” at the top of your lungs…

#jjk toji #jjk smut #poc! writer #jjk #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji smut #jjk drabbles #toji x reader smut

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thequietkid-moonie · 9 days ago

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Finding out reader lives all alone in their world

[ PLATONIC HEADCANONS ] [ Grim, Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Ortho & Sebek ]

[ Twisted Wonderland ]

× This is inspired in Kotaro (from Kotaro lives alone)

I apologize for how long this end up being (i dont regret anything), i just love this concept too much 🥺🥺 please dont mind me

This has been writen right after watching the anime all over again, gosh is as sad as i remember the tears didn't let me see, but is also super cute

Overtime you became quite recognized around NCR, the magicless student who somehow always end up involved in all kind of problems and yet has never been seen scared or hesitant, as well you were known for how responsible you were, Crowley was constantly putting his own work in your hand and you always did your best to acomplished, you knew he was just being lazy and sometimes even lying to try to convince you to do his work, it never worked but you still accepted as part of your job for letting you stay at Ramshackle

Even if you were quite recognized for being organized and really responsible Grim was one of the only ones who would see the true extent of that side of you and he was constantly complaing about it, at every lunch break it became almost a tradition that when all your group of friends were on the table Grim started complaing about you

And it isn't like Grim despises you, its just that you are too responsible and weird for his liking, almost everyone knows your rutine by now because of his complainings but he justifies himself by saying that he just can't stay silent when you keep going on trips to the montain with Jade, always coming back with all kind of weird things you collected that you will cook and make him eat, or how you wake up early in the morning on free days because you want to clean the dorm, at least is not the worst like how it was at the start, when you made him work hard with you to make Ramshackle at least habitable, cleaning everything and repairing all you could. And when it wasn't your weird responsible rutine it was your way to speak and present yourself, always so formal and treating everyone with too much politeness

Everyone just took it as you just being your normal self, they knew you were responsible, still the more time it passed the more impressive it became, you not were only responsible but you were always training (sometimes even training with Jack or Sebek, surprisingly being able to keep up with them at least a bit), claming that you needed to become stronger, and despite that you never neglect the academics, always doing your best and having rather good grades despite never studying anything about magic before

Ace and Epel grow used to tease you by saying that you were some kind of old man and yet they were always there when everyone reunited for a study session at Ramshackle. More than once everyone had been surprised by your weird knowledge that only the seven knows why do you even know it (like how some tissues can taste sweet or wild plants that are actually edible), most of the time is Ortho the one asking out of curiousity and without much filtrer when talking but making everyone more curious about you

Something no one really dared to ask for the longest time was about your friends and family from your home, asuming that you may miss them already enough for them to bring up the topic, still as time passed by and you grew more comfortable with them you were the one slowly opening up more, they were the first ones who were able to see you step out of your usual polite and formal self, letting yourself relax and just enjoy the time, even spending more and more time smiling and laughing with them than, and one day when everyone was reunited at Ramshackle once again, taking a break from the studies and just talk about anything else, they finally got to ask about you

It started by Ace teasing Deuce because he insisted that he needed to become and honor student, he wanted to make up for how much he made his mother suffer in the past and despite the teasing Ace end up talking about his brother and what he told him when he was still studying at NCR, it didn't took much time for everyone started sharing stories about their own family, about their loved ones and how much they were looking up for the future, wishing to make them proud

But you were the only one who didn't have something to say, you don't even liked talking much about the topic of your family anyways, but they didn't knew, it wasn't their fault when they asked you about your family that you end up uncomfortable and hesitant to say anything, they even apologized for asking but it was alright, maybe telling someone about it won't be bad, after all, while you grew up your situation were more like an open secret

You admited that you really hoped that in the future you would be able to see your family again, that you would be able to be with your parents at least one more time, and before they could say anything you clarified that it didn't had anything to do with you arriving at Twisted Wonderland, in fact you have not seen your parents since you were a little kid

It is because of the good memories of them that you still have that you wanted to see them again, but the truth is that you spend quite a long time neglected, you are so responsible and capable because ever since you were little you had to learn to take care of yourself and at some point you were just separated from your parents, you were left all alone and even if there were kind people who were willing to help you just couldn't ask others to replace your parents, so you have taken responsability of your own self for the longest time, and in the face of that no one was able to say anything else

Maybe their relasionship with their family wasn't the best or they have troubles, but they were never alone, they always had someone to count on, non of them can really tell what you must have gone throught but by the way you talked about it, so calmly no one knew if they should say something, were you already at peace with it or just resigned? If they say something, would you think they are pitying you? How are they supuse to show their support when you seem so capable now!?

Ortho was the first one to speak again, taking your hand and saying that you have nothing to worry, that while you are here he will be your family! And after him everyone followed in a second, Jack reasured you that you have them while Epel said that his mewmaw would be happy to welcome you if you ever need them, Ace and Deuce has been with you from the first day, you three were together in your first trouble so it was just fair to considerate you like family, Sebek was a bit embarrased but still he said that you were quite honorable for a human and because of that he considerate you a dear friend (he does see you as family but admiting it will make him too flustered), even Grim reclulantly admited that since you were his henchman you should considere yourself honored, because you two would be stuck together until he becomes the greatest mage of all times (and even after that, you won't get away from him that easily)

Your story wasn't easy to forget and the more time it passed the more it hit all of them, it twisted their stomach just to thing what it was to grow up all alone, and thats why they started to show their love and support more directly, not for pity but because of love

You were invited even more often to spend time with them for their dorm activites (specially to Heartslabyul) and even to their club activites, specially if there was any competitions, after all you were family and they would be more than happy to have you there to cheer on them. Reciving gifts also became more frecuent, constantly reciving products for Epel's family farm or left overs from Heartslabyul endless tea parties, Jack and Ortho worked in their own gifts too, leading Ramshackle to have a lot of updates and become even more comfortable and with a few cactus to decorate while Sebek was more focused on helping you train, if you really wanted to become stronger then there was no one else better than him to help you! after all, he was instructed by Master Lilia himself

Grim never really stoped complaining about your weird way to be but he grew more apreciative, you were taking care of him with everything you learned by being all alone so it was only fair if he also took care of you, he grew to make you relax a little more and to never forget that you are not alone anymore, after all you are his hechman! What kind of master would leave behind his hechman?

Still, after some time they initial concern started to calm down, ultimately growing closer but stop being overprotective, it took time but everyone were a big family now, one that wasn't going to be torn apart nor leave anyone behind anytime soon

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muffinpink02 · 1 year ago

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Sweaty Sessions

We all saw the gym pic Alexia put in her insta post, so of course I had to do a story of her in the gym.

@copper-16 I hope you enjoy the hip thrusts! 🤤 @codiemarin thank you for jumping in and giving me a detailed picture to write 🥵 💦 and @lucyandalexiafan thank you for always helping me with everything I write! ❤️ Sorry if it feels a little rushed.

Warning - smut 18 plus, strap, restraints, fingering,

Barcelona’s sun was extra hot today, you could feel the sweat dripping down your back as you rounded the corner to your house. You let out a puff of air as you dropped your keys in the bowl next to the front door. You caught a quick glimpse of yourself in the mirror after your run, your face was sweaty, your cheeks were red and your baby hair was starting to curl. The built-in AC was a welcome on your damp skin.

“Ale, I’m home.” You called out, but got no response.

You walked into the back of the house, knowing your girlfriend would be in her favourite room.

You took your headphones out as you approached the door to your shared home gym. You could hear the familiar sounds of her heavy panting before you had even turnt the corner. You couldn't ignore the way it made your pussy flutter.

You spotted your girlfriend in the middle of her daily work out. You had seen the sight before, more times then you could count, but that didn't mean it ever got old, the view of Alexia working out never got old. In all honesty the mouth watering sight alone could get you wet if you watched her long enough, especially when the only items she wore were a sports bra and red gym shorts.

You slowly sneaked into the kitted out gym room, the heat in the room hit you straight away, it felt like a sauna. It was the only room where the AC wasn’t working, the repair guy was coming next week to fix it.

The blonde was in the middle of her hip thrusts, she hadn't noticed you come in, she had her headphones on, and her eyes closed as she concentrated on the heavy weight bearing on her hips, her deep breathing went in time with her motion. Your eyes greedily roamed her sweaty body, as her abs flexed with her movements.

You shook your head at the girl, only Alexia would work in a hot box for a room, the girl never missed her workouts for anything.

The music in her ears suddenly stopped. Her hazel eyes opened in confusion, a cute frown knitted between her eyebrows until she saw you. She gave you a quick smile, clearly still in the zone of her workout.

You eyed the plates on the metal bar, the weight combined was heavier than you, a stark reminder of the kind of power the girl possessed. Though you were reminded most nights when she had her way with you. Just the other night the blonde had you pinned to the wall, her strong arms held you up as she fucked you so effortlessly with her strap.

You smiled back at her, your mind was already filled with filthy thoughts, but you couldn't help it, not when she moved her hips the way she did. Her hips thrusted hard, as she pushed the heavy bar in the air, you felt your pussy squeeze as you watched her muscles flex again and again, her sweaty skin looked incredibly edible.

You flinched as she dropped the weight, the heavy clanking of the metal brought you back from your dirty day dream.

“Hola, baby. How was your run?” She breathed.

“It was good, thank you. How's your training going? Are you finished?” You asked with hope in your voice but you already knew the answer.

“No, I’m half way.” She chuckled.

You pouted as you stood over her. You rolled the bar down her legs, she eyed you as she took a drink from her bottle, the blonde could already read your mind. You lowered yourself on top of her hips, in a squat-like position.

“I bet you can’t do a hit with me on top.”

She wiped her wet lips as she smiled at your attempt to goad her.

“At least try and give me a challenge when trying to distract me, amor. Come, let me finish. I’ll be done soon.”

She patted your leg to move, You pouted again, giving her your best puppy eyes, she playfully rolled her own, smiling at your sulky face.

“Three thrust, then I train, okay?”

“Okay.”

Her warm hands grabbed your bare sides as she easily raised you off the floor with her movements, you felt your cunt flutter as her hard abs pressed into your core, just slightly giving you a little bit of friction, But she didn't stick to her own words as she thrusted again, and again, her hands squeezed your skin, holding you in place.

You could tell she was counting, she had clearly made a bet in her own head to get to a certain number, the competitiveness never stopped with this girl, even if it was with herself. You couldn’t hold back the giggles as she smiled at you. You held on to her shoulders as she pushed into you, easily lifting you up and down, her fingers flexed around your skin, making your stomach flutter.

A small gasp escaped your lips at a particularly hard thrust from the girl below. You bit your lip as your clit pressed just perfectly against her firm body, your hips naturally moved against her, wanting more friction.

She felt you move, she heard the gasp, a knowing smirk crept on her perfect face. You could feel yourself getting wet, the movement was sexual, there was no two ways about it. You had been in this very position only this morning, when Alexia decided she wanted you to ride her fingers.

But once again your filthy thoughts were interrupted.

“20. Done. Now let me train.”

“Make it 30.”

She chuckled. “No amor, let me finish, then you can have me.”

You tried to do your best pout again even adding a small roll of your hips, hoping the move would persuade her.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she felt you, the fingers on your sides tightly squeezing again. You took that opportunity to lean into her hot body, your lips traced her sweaty neck, you could taste the salt from her sweat on your lips. You dragged your tongue just below her ear, smiling when she made a small gasp of her own. You captured her ear gently between your teeth, giving her another sinful roll of your hips.

“Please baby. I want you.” You purred.

Her hips jolted up, you couldn't help but feel slightly proud of yourself as her normally strong resolve started to break. But just as you thought you had won you were being lifted into the air. Your face was met with Alexias back as she easily flung you over her shoulder, like some kind of cave woman.

“Ale!”

Moments later you were set back on your feet, standing next to the pull up station. The next couple of seconds were a blur. Her movements were quick, one minute you were dry humping your girlfriend, the next your arms were being pulled behind your back and were being tied up by the rubber bands that were attached to the bars above.

You felt the rubber around your wrist, you tried to pull at it but it was no use. You shouldn't have been too surprised that the girl was able to tie you up so effortlessly, she loved having you tied up in your sexual activities, she could make restraints out of almost anything, but you had never thought your resistance bands would be used on you.

She smirked as she pulled the bands, making sure you couldn't escape. A harsh tug brought you closer to her face. Her lips ghosted your own.

“As you can’t be good and keep your hands to yourself, you can wait.” She smirked as she pressed her lips onto yours.

Your mouth gaped open in disbelief, she gave your arse cheek a hard slap before she walked back to the equipment.

“No, Ale please! I’ll be good.” You cried out.

But it was no use, her face was already back in focus mode. You groaned as you watched Alexia completely ignore your presence and settle back into her hip thrust position, your complaints falling on deaf ears.

So you stood there. Staring at your girlfriend as she thrusted the heavy bar in the air. You tugged at the band once again, trying to free yourself but it was hopeless. You would just have to wait and watch, but at least the view was a good one.

Alexia was in the zone, she concentrated on her work out, finally finishing her remaining reps. As she stood you noticed her arms looked extra hard, you weren't sure if she was tensing or the girl had just gained more mass. But you were going to be a brat about it.

“Are you really going to leave me like this? Make me watch your work out? As if I'm impressed?”

She laughed out loud, wiping her sweaty forehead, but she didn’t respond. She picked up some more plates from the rack. She held the weight near her core, and pushed it on the bar in the most sexual manner, her eyes watching you as she did.

You rolled your eyes and looked away, but only for a second, you weren't about to let your pride get in the way of watching your girlfriend be a cocky dick, it was frankly the hottest thing on earth, but you weren't going to tell her that and let her ego grow even more.

Once she was finished with her peacocking, she moved to lay on the bench, lifting the bar with an eye watering amount of weights attached, but of course she only made it look easy.

You felt no better than a man as you watched the blonde working out, I mean, she was your girlfriend, you were allowed to watch, you were being made to watch, but you wanted to touch her, especially when she started to make those stupidly sexy grunting noises.

The grunts she let out was the same grunts you heard in your ear many a night, the same delicious groans that dripped from her mouth when she held you down and fucked you until she came on the base of her strap, grunting while she was deep inside you.

You caught your lip between your teeth, the heat between your legs was rising, your mind was clouded with images of Alexia, thinking about all the ways she would fuck you, use you, make you scream untill your voice was hoarse. The sound of a loud groan made your eyes flutter and your knees weak.

Alexia finished her reps with the chest press and moved over to the weights on the stand, not once did she look at you. She took out a 20kg kettlebell and began her kettlebell swings. It was no secret that the girl was fit, she did two workouts a day, everyday, plus training, plus running and everything else in between, but she still impressed you every time you watched her, the girl was a beast.

The blonde had almost forgotten you were there. She was mid lift when she caught you watching her in the floor length mirror. A coy smirk creeped on her lips at the angry yet horny look that sat on your face. She loved the fact that you were watching her, even if you had no choice in the matter. Though she knew you were enjoying the view, she just wanted to have a little fun with it.

She panted hard as she got to the last set, her cheeks hollowed out and her sweaty chest rose in time of her breathing, her goddess-like body was something of dreams.

You could really feel the heat between your legs now, a dull ache throbbing your core, you had never been so turned on and frustrated at the same time. Your thighs began to clench as you watched your very fit but very annoying girlfriend work out in front of you. you couldn't ignore the ache in your cunt anymore

“You’re loving this aren't you?” You raised your eyebrow at the blonde.

She chuckled as she returned the weight on the rack. She took another sip from her bottle before facing you.

“Sí. I am. You should have been patient, baby.”

You rolled your eyes. The girl could be such a fucking tease.

She walked towards you with a cocky smirk on her face.

“Ah don't be like that, amor. I know you enjoyed the view.”

“Would be better if I was allowed…”

Your sentence died in your throat. The blonde turned her back to you, you thought she was done with the conversation but you watched as she slowly started to stretch. Right in front of you. She bent straight over, touching her toes with ease. Her arse strained against the tiny shorts, giving you a perfect view of one of your favourite body parts. She was clearly trying to kill you.

“Alexiaaaa. Please. This isn't fair.” You cried out.

She laughed loudly as she straightened herself up. Your eyes roamed her wet, muscular body, she was covered in a sheen of sweat, even her top lip was wet.

You didn't know why but it was something that turned you on to no end. Seeing Alexia like this, all worked up, hot and sweaty made you clit throb. Maybe because it was a similar sight to when she fucked you.

“You can wait a little more.” She pulled the rubber band once more, making you jolt.

Before you could reply she was walking out of the gym.

“Ale! Where are you going? You can't just leave me!”

She ignored your calls once again. You huffed in annoyance, pulling at the arm band one more, but the tight rubber only pulled on your skin. The room was unbearably hot, your patience was wearing thin, especially as it was at least 5 minutes before she came back.

“Ale, what the fuck you c-can’t …” Your words stuttered on the tip of your tongue.

Alexia stood at the gym door wearing nothing but her favourite strap. The big strap.

“What was that sweetheart?”

You gaped at her, your mouth was suddenly dry. The sheer cockyness that dripped from the gril was spinning your head. The look she gave you was predatory, she stalked slowly over to you, you suddenly felt like a lamb who was about to be devoured by the lion

“Hmm? You seemed so impatient. I think you need something…. Big. Don’t you think?”

“N-no. I jus- ahhh.”

Your head was suddenly yanked back, Alexia had a vise-like grip of your hair, making you cry out.

“Get on your knees.”

You knelt to your knees, while Alexia kept her grip on you.

“Open your mouth.”

And like the good girl you were, you opened your mouth. She slid her dick in gently, but it didn’t stop you from gagging as it got halfway. You didn’t normally use this strap for oral, it was too big, but clearly Alexia wanted to prove a point with your lack of patience.

“Go slow.”

You did go slow, but the tears sprung to your eyes just as quickly. She slowly pressed her hips to your face, the pressure on your throat was a lot, but it only built the pressure between your legs.

“Keep going, you can take it.”

Your eyes closed as the tears ran down your cheeks. Her hand in your hair guiding you until your nose pressed against her firm stomach.

“That's it, your mouth is better when it's used for this, no?” She smiled down at you.

You opened your eyes, looking at the goddess above you. She wiped your tears with her free hand, it was a soft getsure considering her bravado was out in full swing. She cupped your chin as she pulled back, then slowly back in. The pace was slow but the spit in your mouth gathered fast, as the thick strap filled your throat.

You stayed on your knees for a couple more minutes as Alexia fucked your throat with the biggest strap you owned. You kept your throat as relaxed as you could, as she watched you take her, her own cunt throbbing.

“Get up.” Alexia snapped. She gently pulled the strap out of your mouth.

You didn't have a chance to move before she easily picked you up to your feet. Her sheer strength showing itself again.

She roughly turned you around, pulling your back against her chest. You let out a gasp as her teeth sunk into your shoulder.

“You’ve become very impatient, baby. Have you lost all your manners?”

Her mouth started to suck where she bit you, her strap pressing into you as you let out a groan. She had a tight hold of your wrist behind your back, you couldn’t move with the grip she had on you.

Another yelp escaped your mouth as her hand pulled at your hair.

“Hmm?”

“No. I-I just want you.”

You felt her full lips smile against your skin as she gave you a gentle kiss.

“But you were acting like a brat, I do not reward brats.”

“I’m sorryyyy.”

Another bite, another mark.

“Let’s see what a spoilt little brat looks like while she gets fucked.”

Before you could ask what she meant you were being pushed as close as she could get you to the floor length mirror. You were now only an arm length away from your reflection. You suddenly realised what she meant as you watched a sadistic smile creep on her face behind you.

Her hands started pulling at your own shorts, roughly yanking them down to your ankles, bringing your underwear with it. Leaving your top half only in your sports bra.

“Where’s all that talk now, baby?”

You jumped when you felt her fingers slide against your wet lips.

She scoffed when she felt how wet you were. “You clearly enjoyed watching me. So messy, amor.” She purred in your ear. “You enjoy watching me don’t you?”

You nodded, your eyes closed as you saw yourself in the mirror, not able to escape the way you melted into her hot body.

“Open your eyes.”

You did what she said, you weren't about to be a brat with that tone. You saw yourself half naked in the mirror. Alexia was holding your wrist behind your back, as if you would try to escape. Her hazel eyes were on yours, watching you like you were the most beautiful creature in the world.

Two long fingers slid between your lips and circled your throbbing clit. You let out a quiet gasp, your eyes closed as she touched you with light but perfect touches. But your hair was being pulled once more.

“Close your eyes again and I’ll stop.” She whispered harshly in your ear.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered as her fingers gathered your wetness.

“You will be.” Her teeth sunk into your neck as those long fingers easily entered your cunt.

You let out a loud gasp, Alexia had thick fingers, the strength of them alone was sometimes harder to take than a strap.

“So tight.” She hissed, her breath tickling your hot neck.

But before you could enjoy her fingers for much longer she removed them, her hand was on your neck, pushing you forward and her fingers sunk into your core from the back. Your face was inches from the mirror, your reflection clear as day.

“Fuck.”

The new angle was tighter, but felt so much better. Her fingers in your cunt pushed in and out slowly, knowing exactly how to pull the cute noises she loved so much. Her talented fingers stroked your walls with perfect precision, you could feel yourself becoming wetter, you could even hear yourself getting wetter against her movements.

But as soon as she got into a rhythm her fingers were gone, again. You were about to complain and ask why she had stopped, but you were silenced when you felt the head of her strap pushing against your lips.

“Ale, please.”

“Do you think you have any say right now?” She chuckled deeply behind you.

That same tone came out to play, it was the tone that you should know better than to open your mouth with. Your skin was hot, but the shivers that creeped on your skin would argue that fact, her stern voice had visibly affected you, and Alexia didn't miss it. Her free hand pushed on your shoulder, bending you right over, until your back was flat. Her fingers traced down your back, catching the dampness of your skin.

“Keep it straight.”

That same tone came out to play, it was the tone that you should know better than to open your mouth with. If it wasn’t for the position you were in you might have been bold and shot back a sarcastic jab of your own. And maybe it was the frustration of having been tied up for over 20 minutes or the thick heat from the room that made your brain short circuit and fry, because you in fact did reply with a sarcastic jab.

“I've had to wait this long, now I have to bend over? I hope it's worth it.” You whispered, loud enough for her to hear.

You saw Alexia's face harden in the mirror, the grip she had on your wrist tightened as the head of her strap began to push into your core. You gritted your teeth as the plastic began to stretch you out, a loud groan escaped your throat, feeling the strap sliding inside of you. Even though she had her fingers in you just moments before the tight stretch was still there.

You felt every inch of the strap, no matter how slow she went, the pressure of it made you hold your breath. She was slow as she pressed in, but even with gentle movements the girth took your breath away with the sheer size of it. You felt full.

Finally, you felt the sticky skin of her thighs pressing against yours, as she bottomed out in you, but before you could allow your body to get used to the fullness of her strap, she began to ease out of you. Normally the Spaniad would allow you to get used to the feeling of her inside, she would let you take her inch by inch and get used to the thickness. But you had quite frankly pissed her off with your little comment. You whimpered as her hips began dragging the strap against your tight walls, pulling herself completely out. The tip of her dick now kissed at your lips.

It was when her hand gripped tightly on your shoulder you knew your cocky attitude was about to be fucked right out of you.

You were expecting it but you also wasn't. With one quick thrust of her hips she was back inside you. The next sound that escaped your mouth was indescribable, it was loud, it was dirty, it was completely pornagraphic, and it was music to Alexia's ears. Her pace was fast as soon as she started. Your mouth gaped open as she rocked her hips into you, causing your whole body to move from each strong thrust. Your legs were holding you up but it was the grip that she had on your shoulder that stopped you from falling over.

Each quick thrust pushed a loud whimper from you, her pace was vicious. Your head fell forward, not able to keep it up from her brutal pace.

“Uh ah. Head up, I want you to see how brats get fucked.”

Alexia’s hand gripped onto the ends of your hair, jerking your head up, causing you to let out a long pathetic whine. You felt your core tighten as you were met with the most animalistic scene in front of you. It was a mass of sweaty bodies, Alexia's toned figure rutted hard against you, the filthy sounds of skin slapping against the other bounced off the walls as her thighs slapped against yours.

Your sweaty wrist rubbed against the rubber bound behind your back while she had you bent over, very much enjoying the view of her strap sliding in and out of your cunt. The smile on Alexia's face was dirty, it made your core tighten around her strap, you were at Alexia’s complete mercy and fuck, did it feel good.

The hot air in the room suddenly felt thicker as the oxygen from your lungs were forced out of you. The strength in her thrusts were almost painful, but Alexia knew you could take it, she knew your body and mind, she knew you would stop her if you had to, but there was no thought in your mind of uttering anything of the sort.

The moisture from your breath started to steam up the reflective glass in front of you, as you let out small whimpers. You knew it was self indulgent but you didn’t hate catching glances of yourself being fucked, the sight before you was sinful, especially when you had someone like Alexia to watch.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” You cried out.

You could feel your orgasm building, your legs and stomach muscles started to ache from the obscene position you were in, you weren't sure how long you would last like this, but you had a feeling Alexia wouldn’t care. You knew you would have pissed her off with your comment, and that’s exactly what you wanted, a pissed off Alexia.

Alexia’s mouth hung open as she felt her clit rubbing perfectly against the base of her strap, she started to pick up her pace chasing her own orgasm. The change of pace sent a wave of pleasure through your body, your cunt throbbed from the relentless thrusts of the girl behind you.

“Yes, yes, don’t stop.” You breathed out.

Alexia bit her lip as she felt her pleasure building, the sounds of your moaning made her head dizzy with power. She picked up to a piston whip speed. Your mouth fell open as your body was forced to take Alexia’s new pace, you weren't even able to make any sounds from the sheer force of her hips. You felt your climax prickerling your body, the hot sweat that sat on your skin suddenly felt cold as the starts of your orgasm creeped through.

The grip on your shoulder tightened, Alexia let out a deep throaty moan, you knew she was close, you watched as the muscles in her arms flexed, straining against her sweat covered skin. Your eyes followed her naked body, her muscles flexing as she drove into you, the wet slaps of sweaty skin colliding.

Your legs started to give in as your orgasm began to wash over you, your muscles were already jelly from your run, you felt your knees buckle as your pleasure took over.

“Ale!” You cried out.

She felt your body giving up. She pulled you straight up, your back hitting her chest. You let out a high moan as her lips crashed into your sweat covered neck, kissing and sucking on your skin.

“I've got you.”

Her hips kept up the bruising pace, she was still chasing her own orgasm, it almost became too much, the pleasure was about to become painful until she groaned in your ear. That very familiar groan that made your head dizzy. Her hands wrapped around your neck, bringing your lips together, it was messy and hungry, your wet lips smacking against the other as her hips started to rut into you.

“Fuck.” She gasped.

Her normally stern face became a blissed out state as her orgasm hit her. Your eyes rolled into your head as small but heavy grunts escaped her mouth, making your clit throb. Her lips pressed into your neck as she slowly grinded into you, her hot body pressed up against yours taking what she needed.

The hot room was just small sounds of your panting. She gently pulled out of you, her lips kissed your shoulder sweetly, causing you to shiver.

“You okay?”

You smiled at her soft voice, a complete 360 of your session before.

“I’m so good. But I need a shower. A cold one.” You chuckled.

“Sí. Shower together?” She nuzzled into your neck. She was always so needy after an orgasm, it was the cutest thing to see.

“Together.” You pressed your lips to hers.

She began to to remove the harness from her hips.

"Don't forget me." You turned so she could until you.

"Hmm, I think I prefer you this way. Can we keep you like this until I'm done with you." She bit she shell of your ear, making you groan.

"Are you not done with me?" You moaned with pleasure as her nails scratched up your body.

"Not yet, I think we should test your endurance a little more."

#woso #woso fanfics #woso smut #barca femeni #alexia putellas x imagine #alexia putellas smut #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas

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reader-wandering18 · 9 months ago

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Yuu Hunter x Hunter

It's Yuu Zoldyck's turn!

— Four eyes!

— Oh Yuu, welcome.

Trey greeted the little white-haired boy who smilingly entered the kitchen of his bedroom. He noticed how his eyes sparkled when he saw the sweets on the table.

— You can't.

Trey carefully caught the boy's hand who was about to take a cookie

— Hee, why not? — Yuu said, annoyed by the older boy's intervention

— You, I've only seen that you've been eating sweets. Even in the cafeteria. Ace and Deuce told me that you frequently go to Mr. S's store for sweets for lunch.

— Tch, damn snitches.

He really just joked!

— I'm growing, I need a LOT of SWEETS to be energized and keep my body healthy. — he said with an angelic smile in order to take a sweet

— What kind of logic is that? — Trey brought his hand to his face, unaffected by the boy.

He was really worried, like the older brother he is, to see a child like Yuu eat only sweets and find out that at 6 years old he consumed kilos of something he called chocorobots, his health and vocal care was at stake!

— Listen, Yuu… Huh? Yuu?

When Trey took his hand off his face and looked for the boy, he was surprised to see that he was gone. But he wasn't the only one missing. THE COOKIES HE HAD MADE AT DEUCE AND ACE'S ORDER HAD ALSO DISAPPEARED!

— YUU!!

YUU came out of Heartslabyul's dormitory with a big smile.

— Mmm. Trey really knows how to make sweets!

— I'm really tired

Deuce said entering with Jack along with some of the clubs like Magical Shift, Horse Riding and Basketball to the school locker room.

— Oh, it's full

— Yuu! — Deuce shouted happily

He was about to ask what he was doing there, when he noticed how his clothes, as well as his face were covered in dirt.

— What happened to you? — Riddle asked with some concern upon seeing him.

— Hahaha, did they roll you around, little herbivore? — Leona seemed to have fun seeing him.

— Don't laugh! — her cheeks are slightly red from embarrassment — It was that stupid cat's fault!

— Little shrimp looks really adorable that way~

— Shut up!

— Stupid cat? — Silver asked somewhat sleepily

— Speaks of Grim — Ace clarified

— What did he do this time? — Epel asked

— Hmp. I don't want to talk about that.

Yuu walked over to one of the lockers where he had spare clothes, as well as a towel and shampoo.

— The shower the Ramshackle hasn't been repaired yet? — Jack asked.

— That stupid crow said he would. But it's been a week and he hasn't moved his damn ass!

Yuu slammed his locker so hard that it dented.

— Hey Yuu! Don't slam it…

— Huh? Why did everyone go quiet?

The shampoo Sebeck was holding slipped and hit the ground with a thud.

Yuu had taken off his loose shirt. All eyes were on the toned body of who was supposed to be a 13-year-old boy!

— HEY YUU/HUMAN!!

Suddenly the first years approached the boy. Sebeck grabbed him by the shoulders while shaking him fiercely.

— HOW DO YOU HAVE A MUSCULAR BODY?! — I didn't know my friend was that strong! — How did you manage this? — What kind of training do you do?!

Floyd seemed excited to have discovered something about the little shrimp. He wanted to see how much he could squeeze and if he was able to beat him.

Riddle, Leona, Ruggie, Silver and Jamil were in complete shock.

How was it possible, that a child looked stronger than them.

— HORN!

— Kukuku is that human boy

Malleus looked down to see Yuu greeting him.

Currently Malleus and Lilia were up in one of the school buildings. Both were talking while enjoying the sunset. They were too high, enough to be seen only by someone as expert as Rook. But surprisingly that boy had managed to see them.

Malleus was about to disappear and appear down below to go see the little human boy but in a blink he found himself face to face with a pair of blue eyes

— Yo!

Yuu had appeared next to him in a second

— Really surprising — Lilia said seeing the distance in the place where Yuu was previously.

It was only seconds.

From the first meeting Malleus realized that the boy did not seem to be a normal human like any other. Lilia had also never seen a child so fast and strong in all her years of life.

— It's a good view — Yuu said as he looked at the entire school campus and a little more of the town below.

— Although the view from my house is much higher

— How high is your house? — Lilia asked

— 3,772 meters on an inactive volcano

Lilia was surprised and Malleus almost tripped. The castle where his grandmother's/Maleficent's castle was located was a mountain, it had a certain height far above the human towns to prevent them from climbing but he simply had a house on a volcano.

Seeing the reaction of both, Yuu could not help but see that slip on the part of an apparently dark, cold and refined prince like Malleus.

— Kuku, what a brave child — Lilia said as she saw how Yuu laughed without any filter

— You're lucky human child, if you weren't my friend, that offense would be punished with lightning.

— Is that so?

— Yes that's how it is

— Then your punishments are really light.

— Li-light? — both fairies repeated. Yuu sat down as she continued to look at the campus

— Although I admit that it hurts, I am able to endure it.

Endure? A lightning bolt? A child?

— Well, you are still young. Children see that they can fight against everything in the world.

— Not at all. I have endured all kinds of torture, even if they tried to poison me they wouldn't succeed. I am immune. Rigorous training from my parents.

— Yuu… What kind of parents do you have?

— Or, both… They are killers.

A silence fell between them.

— Your parents, ¿They are killers? — asked Lilia somewhat cautiously

— That's right — said the boy without caring in the least about the reaction of both fairies — Well to tell the truth my whole family are professional assassins, My great-grandfather, My grandfather's father although I've never seen him but it is said that he is still alive, my grandfather, my father, my mother, Illumi the eldest, the little pig, I mean Miluki, then there's me and kalluto.

Yuu wasn't going to talk about nanika

— Is a really interesting family. I'm curious to know how is it that your human great-grandfather is still alive.

Malleus sat next to him with a smile but some curiosity in his gaze.

— Pff jajaja What is that reaction? Lilia had a very cliché reaction but you jajaja

— Me?!

— Completely, it seems you wanted to kill me hahah.

Yuu wiped away his tears of laughter and looked at Malleus.

—You don't look anything like him, but I admit that both have the same taste in green and black.

— Him?

Yuu smile.

Lilia heard about the training he went through since he was born, trained for a destiny he doesn't want, tortured and manipulated and yet, he was still able to smile. That bitter feeling she felt changed to curiosity.

She wanted to meet the child Yuu spoke of with such emotion.

This is Killua's moment to shine!

Gon is a sweetheart, but out of my favorite characters, Killua takes first place. Something that occurred to me after watching a TikTok video where he shows how strong Killua is!

As Wing said, if they are already shown as monsters when they are children, what will they be like when they grow up?

A new chapter of HUNTER X HUNTER is out

CHEER UP TOGASHIIII

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x male reader #twisted wonderland yuu #twst x reader #twst yuu #twst x male reader #hxh #hunter x hunter

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mbta-unofficial · 1 month ago

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I might be asking the wrong person here, but why is the Acela so expensive? I need to travel from Boston to DC for a week for work so I compared costs and convenience of driving, flying, and taking the Acela and was surprised to find that the Acela costs more than flying (I was able to find round trip flights BOS-DCA for about $170, the Acela starts at about $140 each way) despite being significantly slower. Why does it cost so much?

I will concede that the Northeast Regional is cheaper than flying (about $60 each way), but it's also even slower than the Acela.

The Acela has several problems compared to analogous systems in other countries, and as a business problems mean costs and costs means prices.

Making a direct comparison to air travel also requires talking a little bit about the economics of air travel, since there are surprising number of weird things about that business compared to rail.

Part 1. Amtrak doesn’t own most of its own tracks. While it does own most of the North East Corridor, it leases track rights for the boston-providence leg from ME MOTHERFUCKER I’M THE PROBLEM and also the states of NY and CT own a section between NYC and New Haven. Now, when you are trying to have trains at up to 160mph, you need maintenance to be done within extremely tight tolerances, you need signaling to be extremely precise and consistent, and small mistakes can be deadly. Signaling and Maintenance on rented tracks are not literally impossible but they are a huge pain in the ass. These sections are slower and make the whole network much more expensive.

Part Two! Electification: this is one of the oldest rail corridors in the world and that means there’s a lot of old DNA in the network that it would not have if there was a full rebuild. One of these design “features” is that when the line was built, electricity wasn’t standardized and different plants would churn out different voltages and AC frequencies.

Between NYC and Washington there is a catenary system that operates at 11kv, 25hz that was built in 1905. This is insane. The modern grid runs at 60hz, and transforming power from a modern plant into 11kv, 25hz is a huge project in and of itself. But of course, the Boston to Providence section, electrified in 1990, has only the most cutting edge technology. It’s electrified with 60hz, 12.5kv, 10 years ahead of its time which was 35 years ago. And, when the Acela was first planned and operated in 2000, it was planned and operated with the now modern standard of 60hz, 25kv. So there are three different electrification systems and, to not have to switch trains, each train needs to be able to run with all 3 of them.

This is deeply stupid and only something you would have to deal with if you were hacking together increasingly expensive short term repairs onto a system that would be cheaper in 20-50 years to completely overhaul but in the present would cost 10s of billions to meaningfully bring up to 20th century operating standards. It’s a good thing we did the smart thing in the 1970s when Amtrak nationalized the collapsing private passenger rail companies and Conrail nationalized the collapsing freight rail companies and we recognized that running these crucial services with public money could generate huge amounts of economic activity and benefit society even if they ran at a fiscal loss, and properly funded the systems to build reliable and interoperable infrastructure for the next generation. Hold on I have to take this phone call.

………….

Yep.

…………..

Yeah ok.

…………..

They did WHAT?

Part Three: Ronald reagan is not dead enough

So yeah the main reason that none of this shit got fixed in the last 50 years is that for 4 successive administrations between Reagan and Bush 2 electric boogaloo the government has been slobbing on that Neoliberal knob like its subsidized corn on a subsidized cob. Private operators immediately saw the potential for infinitely lucrative federal contracts when the US seized the assets of Erie Lackawanna and Penn Central during their bankruptcy and formed Conrail. This was mainly Norfolk southern and CSX, former competitors who pushed hard for the reagan, bush, and clinton organizations to refurbish the lines at taxpayer expense before selling them to absolute corporate bottomfeeders so they could snap up lines that had been the main sources of revenue for these defunct companies at kleptocratic rates. But we’re not done. Freight companies hate two things more than even paying taxes, and these are OSHA and Passenger rail.

You see, it’s actually very hard to run freight and passenger on the same tracks. Freight is slow with long trains, long sidings, and loose schedules. Freight is optimized to get there, you know, sometime as cheap as possible. However, if you have passenger rail, those people have places to be. They need things like advanced signaling to move faster than 15 miles an hour, sidings long enough to pass at speed, and even, gasp, rails that don’t have holes in them so they don’t derail on corners. It’s not hard for a freight train to move along a track that is 85% rust, they just go slow and if they derail you’re only looking at maybe 2 superfund sites. But passenger rail, there will be bumps and passengers will complain. Customers are so unreasonable.

So when the federal government acquired all the tracks that became conrail, what did they do? Cut sidings, cut double tracks down to single tracks, cut maintenance, sold land. None of these bothered their future freight owner-operators. But they did undermine American passenger rail, on purpose, for 50 years. As soon as the work was done, the tracks were unfit for anything other than 400 box trucks of nitroglycerin pulled by two locomotives with one operator. How do you run passenger rail on that? Well, you play by CSX and Norfolk Bastard’s rules. Fuck your schedule. Fuck it slow. Fuck it for so long that it hurts. And, when you’ve bled enough revenue, complain to the federal government that you can’t possibly keep going and need to be sold off to private equity for parts.

So yeah. Freight rail in the 70s, the ruthless march of neoliberal capitalism, a frankenstein’s monster of a network, and a complete lack of revenue from either public subsidy or ridership to fix either problem.

Oh and there’s the fact that every single Major airline operates their flights at a loss and use credit cards as their primary source of income. The scheme is you take out a credit card, they run like a normal credit card company, except whereas most banks give you cash back they give you “miles” or “points” the vast majority of which will never get spent. It’s almost a license to print money as long as you have enough people you can convince will someday be able to afford to go on vacation with that fancy credit card they paid for. Budget Airlines who don’t run this scheme are folding both in the sense that they are going under financially and also in the sense that you better hope that your spine lets you compress into the overhead compartment if you want to get to your destination.

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ducksido · 2 months ago

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I have an idea. Stay with me on this, okay?

TWST boys with a reader who's like Cole from Yaelokre personality-wise. Their story? They made a wish to be somewhere else and were running away from home with a troupe of travelling performers. Reader played the role of the Hare in their troupe because of how similar their behavior is to a hare: skittery, solitary, timid, but very loyal. They play the guitar, but never perform until they were allowed to wear their hare mask from their world. Then, they can actually be lead singer, like they were for their troop back home.

(STAY WITH ME JOHNY, I did the first years)

Ace Trappola

At first? Oh, he teases you. Constantly.

“Hey, Hare-chan, you gonna bolt again when Crowley sneezes too loud?”

But then he sees it. One night during a casual Heartslabyul gathering, someone coaxes you into performing. You refuse—until someone brings your hare mask. You slip it on, pick up your guitar… and everything changes.

Ace gawks.

“You’re kidding… That’s really you?” His voice is half teasing, half stunned. Your skittish demeanor vanishes on stage. There’s power in your voice. Control. You even make eye contact behind the mask.

Afterward, he’s less of a jerk (only slightly).

He starts guarding your mask like it’s made of gold. Won’t admit it, but he brags.

“Our little scaredy-hare? Yeah, they shredded the courtyard stage. You should’ve seen the crowd.”

Deuce Spade

Deuce is gentle with you from day one.

He notices how you flinch at shouting and always offers you a quiet seat beside him during lunch. He’s your knight-in-shining-blazer.

When you finally sing in your mask for the first time—maybe during a school festival—he’s absolutely shook.

He doesn’t speak for a solid minute after.

“I didn’t know you… wow. That was amazing.”

From then on, he keeps a careful eye on anyone who tries to mock your nervousness. He’ll say stuff like:

“They’re not just nervous. They’re brave. Braver than anyone who hides behind loud mouths.”

Deuce doesn’t understand the mask at first, but he respects it like it’s sacred. It becomes a symbol of your strength to him.

Jack Howl

Jack relates to the whole quiet loyalty thing.

You remind him of a desert hare—small, skittish, but clever and tough. At first, he treats you gently, respecting your space, never pushing you to speak more than you want.

When he learns about your performer past and sees you perform in the hare mask, he's speechless.

Afterward, he says:

“That… was you? You’ve got guts. Don’t let anyone think otherwise.”

Jack will help you train your confidence—not by removing your mask, but by making sure you don’t get hurt when you choose to wear it.

“A mask doesn’t make you less real. You’re still you. You’re just braver with it on. And that’s fine.”

Epel Felmier

Epel thinks the mask is the coolest thing ever.

He immediately romanticizes your whole “travelling performer” background.

“Wait—like a runaway with a guitar and a secret past? That’s sick.”

He’s the first to ask you to perform at a dorm party. When you decline, he respects it… but when you later show up, guitar in hand, mask on… he cheers the loudest.

He’s like:

“YUU’S IN THEIR FINAL FORM!! LET’S GOOO!”

Epel’s also the one most likely to ask if you can teach him to sing/play guitar too, whispering:

“Y’know, just in case I need a stage persona or somethin’.”

Ortho Shroud (Platonic)

Ortho adores you and your story. He logs everything about your performances, your personality shifts, and even helps repair the mask if it cracks.

He scans your brainwaves during music time and says:

“Did you know your anxiety drops 63% when you wear the mask and play? That’s a neural safety association—like a digital avatar!”

He asks questions, but only when you’re comfortable. He’s curious, not invasive.

He builds a mini holographic backup mask you can use in emergencies.

“You always deserve to feel safe. No matter what form that takes.”

Also creates a special mode in your room: low light, quiet ambiance, and a privacy lock he calls “The Burrow.”

Sebek Zigvolt

At first? Oh, he does not get it.

“WHY DO YOU HIDE BEHIND A MASK? SUCH BEHAVIOR IS UNWORTHY OF A STUDENT ALONGSIDE THE YOUNG MASTER—!”

You flinch. He sees it. And something clicks.

He’s horrified he scared you.

From that point forward, he becomes awkwardly careful around you. He tones down the volume, asks permission before speaking, and even watches your performances quietly from the back—hand over his chest.

When he sees you perform for the first time, he’s speechless.

Afterward, he says (a bit too seriously):

“I… apologize. Your voice is worthy of royal halls. You are… stronger than I gave you credit for.”

Sebek doesn’t understand fear, but he respects courage. He’ll be your overprotective bodyguard from then on—quietly, of course.

Grim

“Why do you gotta wear a creepy bunny mask to sing?! You’re already weird enough!”

But he says it with his tail wagging.

Grim teases you, but it’s affectionate. He’s the one who sits on your foot while you tune your guitar and insists you practice with him nearby. (He pretends he’s guarding you.)

When you finally perform at the school festival in your full hare mask?

“THAT’S MY HENCHHARE!! LOOK AT ‘EM GO!!”

He’s smug. Brags about you constantly. May or may not swipe your mask once to pretend he’s the famous performer.

“Who’s the real star now, huh?! Oh wait—this thing makes me itchy.”

He always brings you snacks after gigs and growls at anyone who tries to mock your quiet nature.

#twst #twst x reader #twst wonderland #twst yuu #twst headcanons #yaelorke #yaelorke!yuu #grim twst #orthro shroud #twst sebek #epel felmier #jack howl #deuce spade #ace trappola

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⠀⠀FIGHTER PILOT

chapter one;

synopsis; You had dreamed of this moment for years—joining the fleet force, flying among the best, and proving yourself in a world where only the strongest survived. Being stationed under Caleb, the renowned ace pilot, was an honor. He was sharp, disciplined, and impossibly skilled, A legend in his own right. everything about him demanded respect. But the moment lessons began, reality shifted. the excruciating world of fleet training was nothing compared to what lurked beneath the surface. Caleb wasn’t just a pilot. he was something else entirely—something darker, something that watched you too closely, spoke too softly, and tested your limits in ways you never expected. You knew Caleb as the perfect soldier, the controlled instructor. But perfection is a mask, and you were about to see what lay beneath. In the cockpit, there’s no escape. and in his hands, neither is there mercy.

cw; This chapter contains sexual themes, power imbalance, manipulation, and psychological tension. Please read at your own risk. MDNI. 🔞

&. tags: @mariojins @dummiebunny @tenmaabnesti @starkdarya @darkx143 @rcvcgers @justpassingdontworry @icedoatlatte29 @spacenott @marina27826

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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ CHAPTER TWO

The mass hall aboard the fleet was a hive of activity, the air thick with the clatter of trays, low murmurs, and the occasional burst of laughter. The overhead lights hummed with the same dull thrum of the ship’s engines, casting long shadows over the worn metal walls. Crew members, soldiers, and officers alike filled the space, sitting in groups, their voices rising and falling in casual chatter as they ate. The smell of synthetic food and fresh-brewed coffee clung to the air, a reminder of the sterile, yet strangely comforting, routine of life on board. You could hear the soft scrape of utensils against the metal trays, the clink of glasses being set down, and the rhythm of feet shuffling against the floor. It was a world of its own, disconnected from the vastness of space outside, but still thick with the weight of shared purpose.

As you walked into the hall, the noise shifted. It wasn’t a sudden silence, but a subtle lull in the conversations as eyes turned in your direction. You’d learned to tune it out, the constant awareness of being watched, but tonight, there was something different about the way the room felt. It was as if everyone knew something had shifted—you had shifted—and for a brief moment, it felt as though the whole mess hall had become a stage for a play that only the crew could understand. You made your way to the officer’s table, where a few familiar faces were already settled, deep in conversation. Your seat was toward the far end of the table, where the harsh light of the overheads didn’t quite reach. A sliver of the endless black of space was visible through the windows, distant stars twinkling like forgotten promises. It was the perfect spot—quiet enough to retreat into your own thoughts, but not so isolated as to feel like you were a stranger here.

“Glad you could join us,” said the gruff officer sitting next to you, his weathered face crinkling into a grin that didn’t quite touch his calculating eyes. He waved you in, a gesture that felt more formal than welcoming. You nodded, taking your seat, but you couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something was off. The conversation around the table flowed easily enough—mostly idle chatter, a mix of war talk and the usual gripes about ration packs and ship repairs. But beneath the surface, something simmered. You could feel the weight of his presence across the table.

Caleb.

His eyes were on you—- always on you—like he was trying to pull the answers from the very air around you. Every so often, you caught him glancing in your direction, his gaze lingering a second too long before he quickly turned his attention back to his plate, as though he hadn’t been caught. It wasn’t new. Caleb had always been a master of subtlety. But tonight, the tension felt palpable, as if every stolen glance was a thread slowly pulling between you, stitching you both into something neither of you could quite name. You tried to ignore it. You tried to focus on your meal, on the conversation at the table, but it was impossible. Every time your eyes flickered over to him, you saw it—his smirk, the flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. And then, just as quickly as it appeared, it would vanish behind the mask of the officer he was, the soldier in him that had been honed in years of service. But you knew him better than that.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, reaching for your drink. You didn’t know why it bothered you so much, the way he looked at you, the way he touched you—under the table, his fingers brushing against your leg just enough to send a shock through your body. It was barely there, a whisper of contact, but it felt like an electric current running between you, undeniable and dangerous.

“Something on your mind?” The younger officer beside you leaned in slightly, a teasing edge to her voice. She’d noticed the way you tensed, how your attention had drifted from the conversation. But her gaze lingered on Caleb as well, as if she too was aware of the quiet war being waged between you two.

You forced a smile, your fingers curling around your drink. “Just… distracted,” you muttered, your voice tight. But you couldn’t stop the way your eyes flicked back to Caleb once more.

He was still watching you. His fingers drummed absentmindedly against the edge of his plate, his expression unreadable, but you could feel the pull of his gaze, like gravity drawing you closer with every passing second. The moment his hand brushed against yours, sending a shiver up your spine, you couldn’t breathe. You didn’t look at him—couldn’t look at him—- but the intensity of the moment hit you like a freight train. His fingers lingered there, just a second too long, and when you finally did glance up at him, he was already looking away, his jaw tight, the muscles in his neck flexing as if he were holding himself back.

You stood abruptly, pushing your chair back, a stammering apology slipping past your lips as heat crawled up your neck. Every head at the table turned toward you, but none of them mattered—only his hand, now gone from your thigh as if it had never been there at all. The absence of his touch was humiliating, not because of the audacity he possessed, but because of the way your body still burned where his fingers had been. Your hurried steps faltered slightly as you left the table, your heart racing, the ache between your legs unbearable. It had been two weeks of this—of Caleb’s relentless teasing, of stolen touches when no one was looking, of lingering glances during lessons in the cockpit. You had hoped tonight would be different, that you could sit through dinner without feeling like your sanity was slipping. But he had other plans. And worse? You had let him. Again.

The deep murmur of conversation and laughter faded the further you got from the mess hall, and relief flooded through you at the thought of finally being alone, of catching your breath and piecing together the reckless, crumbling thoughts swirling in your head. But just as you rounded a corner, a cold hand gripped the nape of your neck and yanked you back. A quiet yelp tore from your lips as you were pulled into a shadowed alcove between two bulkheads. The cool metal of the ship pressed against your spine, and before you could react, Caleb was there—towering, close, his fingers firm against your skin.

“Relax, pipsqueak,” he mused, voice low, almost amused as he squeezed the back of your neck. “It’s just me.”

Your pulse was a frantic staccato beneath his fingers. The dim lighting cast sharp shadows over his face, highlighting the dangerous smirk that curled at his lips.

“Let me go.” You hated the way your voice trembled, hated that it wasn’t conviction but anticipation that made your breath hitch.

Caleb didn’t move. If anything, his grip softened just slightly, fingers grazing over your skin in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. “You keep saying that.” He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. “But then you run.”

You clenched your jaw, refusing to let him see how your knees nearly buckled when he spoke like that—like he knew exactly what you wanted, exactly what you needed, even before you did.

“I was just going to the bathroom,” you muttered, though it was a flimsy excuse at best.

He hummed, tilting his head. “Is that right?”

Before you could respond, he was already moving—gripping your wrist, guiding you down the hall like he had every right to do so. The corridor was empty, the hum of the ship the only sound as he led you past a row of locked doors, each step sending your pulse higher. Your boots barely made a sound against the metal floor as he finally stopped, pressing a code into a panel beside a door. It slid open with a quiet hiss, revealing a small maintenance room—dimly lit, empty except for a few storage crates and a workbench pushed against the far wall. Before you could question it, Caleb pulled you inside, the door sliding shut behind him. And then you were against it, the cool metal biting into your back, his hands braced on either side of your head, caging you in.

“What are you doing?” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding in your chest.

His eyes darkened, the smirk still playing at the corner of his lips. “Giving you that break you wanted.”

You swallowed hard, fingers curling into fists at your sides. “This—this has to stop.”

Caleb tilted his head slightly, gaze flicking over your face, reading every unspoken word, every inch of hesitation. “Then stop me.”

Your breath caught.

The worst part was, you knew you wouldn’t.

You should push him away, remind him of the rules, of the lines he kept crossing, of the danger in whatever this was becoming. But instead, when his fingers ghosted down your arm, when his body pressed just enough to make you feel the heat of him, your resolve cracked.

This was a mistake.

A reckless, intoxicating mistake.

And you were letting it happen all over again. A shudder racked through you, spine straightening as heat prickled along your skin, your nipples pebbling underneath the light fabric of your dress. It was soft, delicate—completely at odds with the sharp hunger in Caleb’s gaze as he leaned in, eyes dark and lidded. He dragged his lower lip between his teeth, exhaling a quiet chuckle as his stare dropped to your chest.

“No bra, huh?” His voice was a purr of amusement, thick with something deeper, something that made your breath hitch. His knuckle lifted, grazing over the curve of your right breast, barely a touch—so light it should have meant nothing, but it sent fire licking through your veins. Instinctively, your back arched, your hips shifting ever so slightly toward him, seeking more. You bit down hard on the inside of your cheek, willing yourself to keep still, to resist the pull of his touch.

But Caleb saw everything. He always did.

A slow smirk stretched across his lips, lazy and knowing. “You always do this, you know.”

Your breath was uneven. “Do what?”

His fingers trailed down, barely brushing the underside of your breast before retreating, leaving you aching, restless. “Pretend you don’t want me to touch you.” His voice dipped lower, his mouth grazing the shell of your ear. “But you do.”

You shuddered, gripping his forearm, unsure whether it was to push him away or keep him close. “Caleb, we’re going to get caught.”

That only seemed to amuse him more. His hand dipped lower, skimming down your waist, fingers pressing, teasing—each touch featherlight but devastating. His free hand reached up, tilting your chin so you had no choice but to meet his gaze.

“Then you’d better be quiet,” he murmured.

Your heart pounded as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric of your dress, dragging up the inside of your thigh with agonizing slowness. Heat pooled deep in your stomach, your breath catching in your throat.

“Caleb—”

A sharp gasp tore from your lips as he found exactly what he was looking for. His fingers traced over the damp heat between your thighs, slow, lazy strokes that sent a violent shiver through you. Your head tipped back against the cold wall, the need to breathe suddenly a battle you were losing.

“Fuck,” he exhaled, his voice just as wrecked as you felt. His forehead pressed to yours, his fingers never stopping, never relenting. “You’re so wet for me.”

Your nails dug into his shoulder, your body betraying you as your hips rolled forward, desperate for more.

But then—footsteps. Close. Too close.

Your stomach twisted with panic, but before you could pull away, Caleb was already moving. His hand clamped over your mouth, silencing the helpless sound that slipped from your lips as he pressed you back into the shadows. Your breath came in sharp, uneven bursts against his palm, your body trembling.

Someone was looking for you. A voice called out, distant but searching.

Your wide eyes snapped to Caleb’s, your hands gripping at his jacket, as if anchoring yourself. You shook your head at him, silently pleading. Not now. Not like this.

But Caleb—fucking Caleb—- just watched you. Watched every little tremor, every ragged breath, his own mouth parted, his eyes dark with something primal.

His fingers curled ever so slightly inside you. There.

White-hot pleasure slammed through you so suddenly you nearly cried out, but his hand was still over your mouth, trapping every broken sound. You clenched down around his fingers, your entire body seizing as the pleasure crested, your mind blanking. The sensation was unbearable, overwhelming—pleasure mixed with terror, the risk of getting caught heightening every pulse of sensation. You clung to him, burying your whimpers against his palm, gripping the back of his neck so tightly your fingers ached. Your entire body shook, the high dragging out endlessly because he wouldn’t stop—his fingers continued their slow torment, pushing you through it, drawing out every last tremor until you were nothing but a trembling mess against him.

“Look at you,” he whispered, in awe, watching the way your body shuddered with aftershocks. His hand finally dropped from your mouth, and your ragged breaths filled the space between you.

The footsteps were gone.

The world returned slowly, your vision swimming as you blinked up at him, chest rising and falling erratically.

Caleb smirked, his face impossibly close. His breath fanned across your lips as he murmured, “I told you to be quiet.”

You barely had time to register the words before his mouth was on yours—soft, deliberate. A claiming.

No tongue. Just a bite. Just his lips pressing against yours, taking, savoring. Breathing you in.

By the time he pulled away, you were still trembling, your mind still catching up to what had just happened.

And Caleb? He just smirked.

“You really should be more careful,” he teased, wiping his fingers off on the hem of your dress. “Someone might notice how wrecked you look.”

Your body burned at his words, but you didn’t have the strength to fight back.

You’d lost.

And the worst part?

You loved it.

Caleb watched you for a moment longer, his dark eyes tracing the tremors still rippling through your body. His lips curled into a dark look, something dangerous lurking beneath the casual facade. Without another word, he pulled his hand away from your trembling form and stepped back, the distance between you now palpable. His gaze never wavered as he studied you, like a predator appraising his prey, savoring the aftermath.

“Tomorrow,” he said quietly, his voice low and commanding. “I expect you to be ready. Piloting lesson. No distractions.”

His words hung in the air like a promise, heavy with the weight of unspoken tension. There was no warmth in his tone—only the cold, calculated authority that had defined him from the start. It was as if the moment between you two had never happened, as if his touch had been nothing more than an inconvenient detour. You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. Your body was still shaking, your breath ragged in your chest, struggling to catch up with the storm he’d unleashed in you. Caleb seemed to relish the silence, his expression never faltering, even as you remained frozen against the wall, your hands still gripping the edges of his jacket in desperation. He gave you one last look, a glance that was both possessive and dismissive, before turning toward the door. His boots clicked against the cold floor, each step a reminder of the power he held over you, and the power he was so determined to maintain.

“Don’t make me wait,” he added, almost like an afterthought, his words cutting through the thick silence. “You know what’s at stake.”

With that, he was gone, leaving you in the stillness of the room, the sound of his footsteps fading away. You leaned back against the cold wall, your heart still racing, your mind reeling from the moment he’d stolen from you. It was wrong. You knew it was wrong. But still, there was a pull, a craving deep within you that refused to be ignored. A part of you wanted to scream, to throw yourself into something—anything—to escape the suffocating grip he had on you. But the other part, the part you hated, craved more. More of him. More of the control. More of the tension that twisted inside you every time you thought of him.

You finally pushed yourself off the wall, taking a few unsteady steps forward, the weight of what had just happened slowly sinking in. Caleb’s words echoed in your mind, a reminder of tomorrow’s lesson, tomorrow’s inevitable confrontation. The idea of facing him again sent another jolt of excitement through you, mixed with a sharp pang of fear.

One thing was clear: this was far from over.

You took a deep breath, forced your hands to steady, and nodded to yourself. Tomorrow, you would be ready. For whatever he threw at you.

And somehow, you knew that wasn’t the last of him.

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I was thinking(crazy right) in Starlight Express money seems to have actual value to the characters as evidenced by Slick and Bv being motivated by money to crash trains, the existence of my glorious king Purse in the first place, and the components bringing up Electra is rich in the beginning of AC/DC, among other things.. Realistically what do the trains use money on?I mean I guess like oil or whatever they need, repairs, a new paint job maybe, but like what else… Unseriously too, like imagine Electra and the components buying a train air bnb or like a train croissant🤤 I’m sure someone else has brought this up but like what do you think they use money for be it serious or not 😭

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What are Refrigeration and Air Conditioning?

An HVAC technician is entitled to the responsibility of repairing or fixing these appliances. Refrigeration and air conditioning repair are one of the most popular and lucrative sectors of this industry.

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Misc & Marine Masterlist

Navigation Masterlist Here

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Koby:

To the ends of the earth (one-shot)

The newest recruits taken under the wing of Vice-Admiral Garp are desperately required of breaking in their training. Leaving them in the care of a young lieutenant, Koby begins to develop a crush on his superior as he pushes his body under her command to perform to the best of his abilities.

Téir Abhaile Riú (3/3 Series)

The mighty Marine vessel Vice-Admiral Garp captains was in dire need of repair. Docking against the peer of a small country town, the Marines are welcomed to the shore by an impromptu performance by the local town celebrity band: the 'Merry Mellifluous Quint'. One of the five members catches the eye and attention of the fast-learning, pink haired cadet who in term becomes immediately smitten by the attention she receives from him.

It's All Okay (NSFW One-Shot)

When submissive Koby gives in to his dominant craving, and all he's met with is support, praise and affirmation in your arms.

Please, I'll be good (one-shot)

After rescuing you in the heat of battle, he can no longer contain his desires for you. He was so good. He can keep being good if it means you'll keep kissing him.

Koby, Sanji, Corazon, Sabo, Buggy, Shachi, Ace, Penguin

How They Kiss (drabble)

Four different kisses with all of your favourites. Where would you place them in these categories?

Helmeppo:

Bound to the Enemy (One-Shot)

Bon Clay:

Engaged in a heated battle between pirates and marines on neutral ground had the locals enact a punishment befitting the crime. Bound back to back with a marine, you come up with a plan to work together to break out of the trap and return to your crew.

X Drake

An acquired taste (NSFW One-Shot)

After battle and witnessing how much you care and respect all life, including that of his subordinate Koby outside of his pirate facade, Drake offers to buy you a drink. What starts as flirty conversation and playful banter hastily leads to Drake tugging you into his lap and placing sweet kisses against your lips. It has been so long since he got anything he wants, and he was not willing to let you pass him by.

I just want you (One-Shot)

The lips you're kissing don't belong to the person you love, and you take matters into your own hands.

Sabo:

Frills and Bundles (NSFW One-Shot)

Bound to your desk, you took to the task of testing out a new prototype of a dress Ivankov made for you. Not used to the frills and bundles, you become wrapped up in the feeling of it while your friend tries to halt his unhinged urges to do something about his pining.

Marco:

Right here beside me (One-Shot)

The weather is getting warmer, and you decide to enjoy the warmth of its radiance on the deck of the ship you served on. Your crewmate joins you at your side, and you take the time to chastise him for interfering in the growing relationship between Oden and Toki while enjoying his embrace.

Rob Lucci:

Don't Run (NSFW One-Shot)

In one moment, you were standing beside your boss and enjoying the silence between you as you worked. In an instant, the dynamic shifted: you became the hunted as opposed to the hunter. When you ducked towards the ground, shifting your eyes and tilting your head to read the tracks left by your target, Rob Lucci was hit by a wave he had long since prayed he had repressed. Instinct.

Aokiji Kuzan:

Five Days (NSFW One-Shot)

Temperatures flaring between a marine and their prisoner brought the two of you to this moment. In charge of the former-admiral's prison transfer, the sweltering heat propels you to do something against protocol. You give in to your temptation, and allow him to give you what he threatened he would.

Kuzan's Kisses (Drabble)

How he kisses you.

Bogard:

The Break is Never Easy (Dance Series) (request) (one-shot)

You were invited as an artist to showcase your work at the bi-anual ball thrown for the marines. A decade has passed between you and your severance from your ex-fiance, old flames reigniting as tension builds throughout the night.

Monkey D Garp:

Bonnie Lass: Part 1, Part 2(NSFW) (2/2 Series)

As the assistant to one of the warlords of the seas, it is your task to man the small den-den-mushi earpiece assigned to Mihawk: managing his assignments, scribing the notes of importance. As the receiver drones on, you answer the call and are greeted to the familiar brogue of the Vice-Admiral you had not yet met face to face.

Bouquet of Red Roses (one-shot)

Your work day was interrupted by an open display of devotion from your lover, something you both agreed was for the best to keep secret from your colleagues.

Chef Zeff:

Honey Glazed (one-shot)

After completing the closing shift of chaotic energy aboard Baratie, conversations turn into flirtations as the chef's hold a completely hypothetical conversation regarding how to adequately prepare and cook-with human. The front of house manager offers her body to be the central focus for the fixation of the chef's unhinged thoughts. Zeff does not shy away from a flirtatious challenge.

Multiples:

Dreaming of You (drabbles)

They couldn't help it. You looked so heavenly in their dreams. The way they had you wrapped around their body as a marionette in their minds, dancing for them as they awoke to sticky blankets when they jolted upright. Their thoughts got the better of them, and they are wracked with guilt. Koby, Helmeppo, Smoker

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