#I wanna watch her squirm as I give her head pats

[cute-girls-from-vns-anime-manga]

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Hello! I've read your soap and price fics and you are amazing!!!

I had an idea for a fic for Ghost. The reader would be Soaps slightly older sister who isnt like Johnny at all. Im thinking she either picks up soap from base after an op or from the bar. I'll leave alot of this up to you but i just wanna see Soaps Sister meeting Ghost!!

Brother's Coworker

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Soap's Sister!Reader

SYNOPSIS: In the dim illumination of the streetlights, Ghost lays eyes on a woman leaning against the body of a vintage Hillman Imp.

WORDCOUNT: 4.2k

WARNINGS: Little bit of angst, but mostly fluff and pre-relationship pining, loads of sibling banter, conflicting emotions, etc.

A/N: Finally able to use my sibling experiences for a fic lmfao, enjoy!

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

The woman was leaning against the body of a vintage Hillman Imp, the custom color a deep forest green along the sides and a cream white coating the upper third. Ghost stared at her as the rest of the men filed out of the bar one after the other—Johnny and Gaz being especially loud. He blinks slowly, hands inside his blackened pockets.

Across the way, your ears perk slowly at the sound of rapturous shouts, but you only continue to look down the sidewalk at the long illuminations of street lamps and the glints of broken bottles on the ground. Over your chest, your hands shift in their hold on your biceps, your thin jacket crinkling. Light dances in your irises.

“Oi, is that who I think it is?!” Familiar Scottish drawl brings a smirk to your face, and you turn slowly to huff, snapping out of your silent thoughts. 

“Who else would it be, ya bloody git,” your voice carries, but it lacks the sheer volume of your brother’s; the great boom that reminds you of the bombs he’d used to make out of your mother’s hair spray bottles. 

Never a dull day in your childhood home, really.

“‘Bout gave me a heart attack, not answerin’ my calls like that!” Johnny laughs loudly, obviously drunk, and stumbles over merrily. You’re taken into a chest-breaking hug in mere moments, leaving you squirming with a deep grunt. “Should have your head, MacTavish.” You manage to squeak out, “Put me the fuck down, you horror. And what in the hell have you done to your hair?!”

“Oh, my dear sister.” Your brother lets you go as the three other men slink over, amused with the scene but some momentarily confused by the sudden introduction. Gaz laughs, and the Captain huffs a chuckle before fixing the position of his beanie on his head. 

Ghost, as always, chooses to watch like a looming shadow above the rest. 

Johnny puts a hand to his chest, the other remaining on your shoulder, “You wound me. Such cruelty stuck in your black soul; I say now, mother was always right—”

You smack the side of his head and Johnny grunts. 

“Ow!” He yells, glaring at you. “What the fuck?!” 

“Open your mouth again and I’ll wring you out, you arse. You know I will.” Grumbling, the Scot rubs the side of his head as you raise a brow at him. The stare-off lasts for a decent bit, and before the rest of the group knows what’s going on, the two of you are embracing each other once more; laughing loudly. 

Ghost’s eyebrows pull in slowly.

“Ah, it’s good to be back!” Johnny chuckles, holding you close as you pat his back.

“Of course, I’d find my kid brother at a damn pub on his first day home.” Taking a step away from the hulk of a boy, you brush down your shirt and jacket with a scoff. Looking up, you come to face the remaining men with an exasperated look. “He’s full of shite half the time, y’know, now. Can’t imagine what he puts you all through.”

“Bloody hell, Soap, you were holding out on us,” Gaz chuckles loudly, sticking out a hand for you to shake while he glances at the mohawked Scot who looks giddy despite being insulted by who’s very obviously his older sister. “Never knew you had siblings, Mate.” You take the man’s hand as he smiles brightly at you. 

“Kyle.” He says, and you beam back, “But Gaz’ll do just fine.”

“A pleasure,” your voice carries to John who you raise a brow at teasingly. “Well, look who the Reaper’s yet to drag down…Good to see you again, Captain.”

Price shakes his head, a smirk peeling his lips as Gaz steps back. 

“Still on that land of yours, then, Love?” The brunette asks gruffly, leaning back on his heels for a moment while you sag your side into Johnny’s arm. Your brother scoffs and loops his limb over the bridge of your shoulders as you nod. 

“You know it. Proper quiet when the neighbors aren’t up to a ruckus racin’ down the streets. Christ, those kids are devils—worse than Johnny and I when we were young.”

“Now that’s hard to believe, eh?” The man beside you laughs through his slurred words and you roll your eyes. 

Chuckling in return, you blink, spying on the intent black figure behind everyone else. Piercing brown eyes dig past flesh like a scalpel while you tilt your head to the side, interest alighting behind your skull. He doesn’t move or even greet you, just looks over you and then turns his attention to the street like a roaming bear would; hell, he certainly could be a bear with how big he was. Bigger than Johnny, even. 

This stranger wears a large brown leather jacket, the hood of his underclothes pulled up to cover most of the pale skin that would otherwise be visible. The long swish of light lashes captures you as you study the way he blinks slowly across the road. On his chin and on the top of his forehead, the fabric of a skeletal-painted balaclava shrouds him. Cargo pants and large black combat boots sit on his feet. 

He stands like a statue. 

“Who’s this then?” You call easily, and those eyes travel back to you even as the head doesn’t. It’s strange the way you seem to brush aside the blatant intimidation he exudes simply by standing.

“Ah,” John grunts, chuckling, before stepping to the side. “Simon, introduce yourself.” 

A low voice lowly wafts after a moment to silence, Manchester accent spearing you in the ears with its rough make-up, “Ghost.” 

You blink over at the Captain, but he just shakes his head and you move on. Johnny chuckles and whispers to you, “Don’t mind ‘em, Lt’s a bit rough around the edges.”

Plastering on a polite smile, your chin moves in a nod, “Pleasure to meet you, Ghost. Good to know the other two who look after Johnny out there.” The man beside you feels his face burn, free hand going to itch at his neck.

Ghost grunts and shrugs off the veiled praise, large muscles stiff.

“You’re actin’ like I’m not the one savin’ their skins half the time,” Gaz interjects on the Scot’s point.

“Is that what you call it?” You share an amused glance at John. 

Though, your eyes always sway back to Ghost, or Simon, depending on who you ask. He listens to the chatter, obviously, but he seems much more content to only stay with his hands inside of his pockets and study the street for...what exactly? The beast wasn’t shy, no, just…silent. If you didn’t know better you’d call him aggressively casual with the way his shoulders sit.

Stance relaxed but the underlying threat was palpable on the wind. Like a wolf rubbing his cheeks on the ancient trees of his territory. ‘Don’t do anything stupid,’ - it seems his very DNA states that.

Brown eyes suddenly lock with your own as if snapping into place and before you can release a squeak of alarm, you swiftly dart your gaze away back to the arguing Sergeants; face burning.

Christ, how long had you been staring at him?

“Alright, you two, ease off it!” Trying to distract yourself, you wave a hand. “You’re both too drunk to be gettin’ into street fights at this hour. Johnny, into the car ya fool.” 

Your brother slashes you with a grin.

“Fuckin’ finally, a decent bed!” It was tradition to give Johnny the spare room when he was back home—proper meals. 

“You’re callin’ mother, y’know.” You unlock your car and motion to the passenger seat with a frown. “I dinnae care if you’re trapped for hours—give the woman a rest of all her worrying.” 

“You heard the woman, Sergeant,” John forces the gravel out of his throat, rubbing at his beard. Something hits your chest as your brother opens his door as you stand in the cold. You glance at each man in turn; eyebrows pulling in with thought.

“Ah, what the hell,” your voice huffs out. Ghost watches you closely, blinking as he lifts a hand to itch at his neck from under his hood. The leather jacket crumples with tiny shifts of worn-out material. 

“Don’t suppose you boys need any good beds to rest your heads on for the night?” Wiggling your keys, you pat the top of your Hillman as you slide to the driver's side. Johnny slinks inside his own and chuckles as he closes the barrier with a careful thunk. 

“Hospitality finally leakin’ in?”

“Next time I hit ya,” you send him a bland look, “I’ll aim for the neck.” Fake flinching towards him, the man squeaks and snaps quickly back into the car door as you snicker lively. 

“Beast!” Johnny exclaims. You roll your eyes and shimmy down the window behind him, calling out as the rest share glances.

“Get in if you’re comin’ over! If not all the food I made yesterday’ll go to waste!” That seemed to get Gaz into the back, with only Price and Simon left behind. 

Brown meets blue and John’s beard pulls back with a smirk. He clears his throat, “Well, I’m not one to spit in her face.” The Captain walks over and grunts as he bends down. 

Ghost sighs under his breath and follows, impartial as to where this night is going. He wouldn’t sleep tonight, no doubt. The hard and unforgiving beds on base were the only things he could rest on now save the ground. And food? He could go without food for days.

Though, being Johnny’s sister bought you some favor, trust wasn’t something that Simon gave around freely. But the car you drove was nice, and the company of his Task Force was easy to basque in until they shipped out again. 

Simon sits down on the refurbished seat and softly closes the door behind him. Dead-eyed, he stares at Johnny’s headrest as you glance at him from the rearview mirror—seeing his shoulder dig into the glass of the window. 

You shove down a joke and hum. “Good, then, it’ll free my fridge at the very least.” 

“Thank you, Ma’am,” Gaz offers as you start up the engine, “it’s awfully nice of you to do this for us.”

“Ah,” Simon hears you dismiss as he turns to stare out of the window; so often feeling his gaze drawn back to you as a leaf attached to a tree might act. “Don’t worry your head about it. I like the company.” 

“Aye, just how she is,” Johnny says earnestly. “Was always the one to let me over with my pals when the football games were over—’cept we were usually covered in mud.”

“I’m still finding grass in my rugs, Johnny Boy,” you mumble, focusing on the road as a slight squeaking emanates from the front of the car. Simon picks up on it easily, not preoccupied with speaking. He glances at you but mentions nothing beyond a shuffling of his thighs. 

Outside the land slides past in shades of verdant green and gray as the town falls away. 

He was confused, rightly. You’d seen his standoffish nature but had chosen to extend hospitality as the old Greeks did just off a growl of his name. But maybe it was just because he was your brother’s coworker. 

Simon grunts to himself and rubs at his wrist. Throughout the ride, the two of you would glance at each other and try to forget that you had; when the long driveway of a large secluded home expands out above the car, Gaz whistles lowly.

“Bloody hell, Ma’am,” he states and John chuckles. You easily smile and roll your eyes. 

“Trust me, it was more work than it was worth.” Ghost’s attention is slightly peaked.

“You worked on it?” His tone implies he doesn’t care, but his eyes gore into the mirror to lock with your own. Blinking in surprise, even the others seem to be taken aback by the man's lack of venom in his speech. 

Ghost wasn’t afraid to speak his mind when he needed to, but he didn’t do mindless chatter. Your eyes cycle between the driveway and the masked Brit before you clear your throat. Johnny glances at you with a raised brow, slight confusion in his brows. 

“Mostly—left the nasty bits to people more knowledgeable than I am, but I did most of the grunt work, eh?” Simon hums as the car pulls to a stop inside the garage, eyes not leaving the back of your head. 

Your neck bristles at the sensation of unrelenting contact, but the burning that joins it is telltale. Licking your lips you twist the keys out and quickly shuffle out of the door to dispel the electricity in the air. 

“Alright,” you say, “out. All of ya…Johnny, you’ll be helping me with the bedding.” 

A groan is cut by an unimpressed glare. “...Yes, Ma’am.”

You huff and smirk. 

“Trainin’ him well I see,” teasing John as they all file out of the car, he shakes his head at the two of you as Simon scoffs. Gaz openly laughs as Soap’s offended look grows. 

You all enter the house as you direct them to the kitchen after they’ve taken off their boots and hung their jackets. “It’s all in the fridge, heat what you want, and don’t bother fightin’ Johnny if he takes too much. Tell me and I’ll make him sleep in the back near the chickens.” Your voice tells them as you pat your brother on the shoulder. 

Johnny grumbles and kisses the top of your head. “You’re horrible to me,” He jokes but his eyes shimmer with affection. As you leave to get a head start on the rooms, you smile and call out to him.

“That’s my job!” 

Backing out into the hallway, you leave with a deep well of happiness in you. You don’t even realize that the party had only contained three men instead of four until you’re in the linen closet and a shadow suddenly blacks out the light from the bulbs. Jumping slightly, your head swivels as you carry very many sheets and pillowcases in your grip. 

“Oh,” you mumble through cotton, smile growing as the flip in your stomach does, “Ghost! Done eating already?” 

The man is still and silent as he glances from your face to the sheets. Without a word, he halves the load and steals them as your jaw loosens in shock.

“Johnny’s outside callin’ your mum.” Ghost turns and walks out, but waits for you in the hallway to be directed. 

You push down the tightness to your throat and see the man’s feet shift on the hardwood. He looks funny, such a big man carrying bed sheets. His actions make your heart speed up. Brown eyes blink at you like a cat. 

“Well,” you chuckle, “always was one to get out of housework.” Trying a smidge more, you shift past him and turn off the light. “His barracks room dirty?”

“Pigsty.” Simon blandly states, walking slightly behind you. Your pace slows so you can stay beside him. He side-eyes you but says nothing. 

Leaning in slightly, you quip as Ghost tenses, “Can’t say I’m surprised. The man’s used to me bailin’ him out.” Chuckling, you go into the first bedroom and put everything on the bed. 

Simon grabs the pillows and starts to dress them quickly and efficiently. 

“But thank you,” you say, and the Brit pauses to look up at you, something swirling in his murky gaze. Earnestly, you tilt your head with a smile. “Ya can go back and eat more if you want. No need to help—you’re a guest.”

“Not hungry,” is all he answers, and gets back to work. You watch for a moment, perplexed, but not at all about to deny the assistance. A genuine grin twitches your lips. 

“Johnny writes about you, y’know,” your fingers pull at the fabric and you chuckle as Ghost’s incredulous look turns to you—face hidden but confusion is obviously seen. “Says he looks up to you quite a bit; something about Mexico.” 

Your face dips slightly, and Simon’s body stills. Along the pillow, his grip carefully tightens. He can’t find it in himself to walk out of the door and stand outside even if he knows he should. 

“I really can’t imagine what it’s like,” you mutter, shaking your head. Gazing at him, you study his wound muscles and secret flesh like a tapestry—wondering if he hides himself because of the safe anonymity or a sense of numb fear. 

He wouldn’t admit to either, you know. But something about Simon had captured your attention and now you had a face, or just a body really, to put to the written name like a puzzle piece. 

You take a long breath, “But you’ll never know how grateful I am.” 

By the way his chest stops moving and his body goes frozen, you think you hit something inside of him; the minute widening of his eyelids like pedals opening in the light. Simon peers at your expression, his eyes sliding from one point to another. 

Like he can’t really pinpoint what you want. 

Ironic really, because you didn’t want anything. 

“Don’t thank me,” is what he settles on, moving back to the pillow as if your words hadn’t stabbed him. “Johnny knows what he’s doing.”

Your small snort enters the air above the sliding sheets. “There’s no argument there.” A sigh echoes as you finish up, putting your hands on your hips. Across the bed, you two stare as Simon tosses down the pillows. The remainder of the sheets sit on the end of the bed. 

The man’s eyes narrow on you, and he clenches his jaw under his balaclava. 

“The only thing that I do know is that every time my brother comes back he smiles less than he did before.” You side-eye him seriously as you move. “I can only guess what all of it does to the others who don’t have anyone else to go back to.”

Simon’s breath halts in his chest before he finds the means to take down a slow inhale. Brown eyes glare intently, jaw tight, but it’s not the fire that gets to you…it’s the lack thereof.

Ghost doesn’t like this feeling, and your candidness was something he hadn’t expected.

“So,” you drawl, “I’m thanking you for giving him someone to joke around with—a distraction,” a teasing smirk, “no matter how blunt.” 

“I just told you—”

“Well, I don’t bloody care, do I?” Huffing, you smirk and tip your head back before snatching the rest of the sheets. “C’mon, we have three more rooms.” 

Simon watches you leave and tries to fight the rampage in his chest; the merciless slam of his heart to his ribcage. What had you done to him? A hand comes up and rubs into the bridge of his nose, fingers heavy and tight. 

What in the hell was going on? 

Growling under his breath, Ghost stalks out of the room only to see your back disappear into the next. In the hallway, he takes a long inhale and closes his eyes to steady himself. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” the man grunts. The tension in his shoulders was plainly visible. 

For the remainder of the room, Ghost would send you tight glances as he worked but didn’t utter another peep. You had taken his voice, or what little left of it there was. 

In many ways, you were like your loudmouth brother—your snark and your stubbornness. But you were different too. 

He feels his eyes trail down your form slowly from time to time. Capable; hardy. Simon blinked away and grunted under his breath aggressively. 

When everyone was done with their food and Johnny had come back in from his call to his mother, with a soft smile on his face, you knew it was time for bed. 

“Alright,” you strut into the kitchen with Ghost on your heels—his large arms crossed over his chest as he caught Soap's intense stare. The Lieutenant's brow raises, but Johnny only frowns in conspiracy before he looks over to you and itches at his chin. “Beds are made. You can all thank Simon for that, seein’ as Johnny used our mother as an excuse yet again.”

“And she was very pleased to hear from me!” Your brother points to you.

“She’s our mother,” you deadpan, “It’s her job to be, ya arse-face.” 

The boys all follow you down the halls as you point to the rooms. Gaz shakes your hand again and gives you a tiny hug in thanks while John pats your shoulder and calls a soft, “Goodnight, Sweetheart.” 

Both close their doors and you hear the large sighs through the wood. You have to wonder when they’d had a good bed to sleep on and a good meal. Last was your brother and Ghost, the latter of which kisses your head and hugs you tightly. 

“It’s good to see you, truly. Been missing you, little Hen. Thanks for lettin’ me over all the time when I’m home.” You melt and grip his shirt. 

“You’ll always have a place here, you know that. One call away…Now go to sleep. You smell like a pub.” He lightly chuckles against you. With a bond this tight, the two of you never had to say that you loved each other—it was just known.

Johnny squeezes you one last time before pulling away and slinking into his room, giving an unrecognizable glance to Ghost on his way in before the barrier slips into place with a quiet thunk of wood. The two of you look at and stare for a moment. 

“Lucky you,” your voice is quiet but easy to hear, “you get the room with a view of the field.” 

“Color me surprised,” he mutters, not looking enthusiastic. Against the tone, the look makes your mouth jerk in a laugh, and you cover your lips after a moment. 

Simon’s eyes unconsciously soften. 

You wave a hand, chest light, “Let’s go then, you brute.”

“Brute?” Simon grumbles, “Gettin’ familiar?” 

“Please,” you shake your head and walk to the last door in this section of the house. “You all became familiar the second we met.” 

The man rolls his eyes but has his smirk hidden as you open the door for him. He tilts his head in thanks and strolls inside.

You hum, crossing your arms ahead of you and leaning on the doorframe as he looks around, “Don’t think too much over it… The baseline is, you’ll always have a bed here if you need it.” 

Ghost slips out, “What are you? Bloody boarding house?” The swelling in his chest made his words harsher than intended, but you just smile cheekily at him as eyes lock.

“Hell’s bells, if you want ta’ get me a business card just go ahead and print ‘em off already. I’ve no problem with it.” He stares and you laugh, shrugging. “Makes me feel good.”

Splaying your hands, you back out. 

“I know you probably won’t sleep,” Simon pauses, feeling caught but not showing it. “Libraries down the hall—if you smoke, use the back door. Kitchen is free game.”  

“Why?” He asks and you blink, confused.

“Well, why not?” Simon glares.

“You shouldn’t trust people like that.” A loud laugh echoes and makes the man annoyed with you.

“Simon,” you say, and he finds himself hanging on every word that falls from your lips in the moonlight. “Not everyone is out to get you. If you’re friends of Johnny’s, then you’re friends of mine. That boy can sniff a cheat faster than a hound can find a hare.” Perhaps it was the way his shoulders went back at that, or how his brows loosened, but you finish off with a soft explanation. “You’re safe under this roof.”

You wondered, not for that last time that night, if he’d ever been told that. From how his balaclava moved with a sharp jerk of his jaw, you assumed never. It made your lungs hurt. 

With a few more seconds of quiet gazing you nod and move back. 

“Goodnight, Simon.” You leave him staring at the door as you close it—eyes boring into the grain so harshly they might catch fire. 

Ghost doesn’t know how long he stays like that, but his ears twitch at the echo of running water and soundless footsteps. He should leave, he tells himself; this is dangerous, a voice hisses. It’s not safe here, how could it be? There were no guards—no weapons. If someone were to sneak in there wouldn’t be an alarm. 

A secluded home. Nothing around. 

Then why had your words seeped into him?

“You’re safe under this roof.” Simon closes his eyes harshly.

—

In the morning once everyone’s gone back to the base, you admit you don’t know if you’ll see Simon again; you probably won’t. But you find that you can live with that. The memory of his loosening tension is all you need to feel special in your own right. Those brown eyes that, if but for a moment, had bled so effortlessly feelings of something other than blood and death. 

As you sigh a dreamy chuckle to yourself, you get ready for the day before heading to your Hillman. The silent drive to work joins with the strange mix of weight and levitation to your chest. But halfway into town, it hits you. 

Silent.

There is an obvious lack of squeaking from under the hood of your car as you slide along the countryside. 

The smile doesn’t leave your face for weeks.

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[miupow]

──★ BAD DOG !

★ pairing。choi beomgyu x fem!reader genre。⧼ 📖 ⧽ smut , pwp warnings。minors do not interact! est. relationship , sub!beomgyu , pet play , furnature fucking , cumshot , breeding kink , oral (f. rec) , collar and leash , dirty talk , degredation and humiliation kink , praise kink , pet names , facials , squirting , creampie mentions , mommy kink , cum eating mention

★ synopsis。you can't help but please your puppy, even when he's being punished.

a/n ⸝⸝ rewritten work inspired by a thought written by @tigerhoshibby with her permission. i haven't written any sub!idol content in such a long while... excited to finally get back into the game. [ 1. 2k words ] ⸝⸝ [ m. list ]

beomgyu’s eyes brim with tears as he kneels on the floor between your legs, his shaking hands gripping tight onto your plush thighs. you looked down your nose at him, pouting and squirming beneath you as you lounged languidly on the couch, leather collar pulled tight around his neck and catching at his bobbing adam’s apple– another sharp tug of the leash wrapped in your hand makes him whine, unable to pull himself forward and meet you where he wants you the most. “dumb mutt can’t control his dick,” you spit with a sick grin, giggling at the way beomgyu’s breath hitches, “did you just cum from eating some pussy?”

pearly white strings of cum covered his belly and thighs, his cock flushed a deep shade of pink and still rutting mindlessly against the ruined couch cushion underneath him. your own arousal dripped from his lips and chin as beomgyu pants like a dog, slack jawed with his tongue out, those teary eyes blown wide and fixated on your wet pussy. he struggles against the pull of the leash, desperate to dive his head back in between your thighs, a pathetic whimper slipping from his swollen lips when his collar cuts off his breathing, choking him. you watch in sick delight as his cock twitches.

“now look at you getting hard again just from me being mean to you!” you jeer, “disgusting dog, fucking the furnature like some bitch in heat. i bet you want to cum again, don’t you?”

beomgyu’s desperate gaze snaps to yours and he nods his head vigorously, his hips bucking hard against the cushion. a thick bead of precum leaks from the tip of his cock.

“good boys use their words.”

“yes, yes, please–” he whines shakily, voice rough from disuse. “please, please can I cum?”

you pat his head tenderly, running your fingers through his long hair; he arches into your touch like he’s been starved of it, a pretty moan escaping from deep in his chest. a false sense of safety. “where do you want to cum, puppy?” you ask sweetly, the sudden switch in your tone sending beomgyu reeling. 

“i-inside, please, wanna give you my pups,” 

“dumb dog wants to breed like it’s instinct?” you glance at the creamy mess coating beomgyu’s tan skin, faking a sympathetic pout. “but you wasted all your cum, there’s not enough to fill me up…”

you both knew you were full of shit, beomgyu could cum over and over for hours– but in his current headspace he hung onto every word you spat at him, his cries growing louder and louder as your grip on his leash loosened. poor thing, already fucked stupid without even getting his dick wet; you finally drop your hold on him, letting him dive down and press his face against your cunt, his pleas for another release muffled by your swollen pussy lips. 

you sigh in pleasure as beomgyu’s tongue works at your engorged clit, his big brown eyes looking up at you from between your legs. “i’ll let you cum, beomie.” you hiss, reaching for a fistful of his hair to tug. “if you follow my orders.”

“anything, i’ll do anything,” beomgyu begs against your pussy, lapping at your juices as if he was drinking ambrosia.

“i want you to keep humping that cushion like the dog you are. go ahead and ruin it some more, and maybe i’ll forgive you for being such a bad dog.” your voice was far too gentle for your vulgar words, venom disguised as sweet honey. 

beomgyu shakes his head, his glassy tears threatening to overflow sending a sharp shock of arousal up your spine. “nuh uh, wanna cum in you–”

“sorry pup, I already told you there’s not enough.” you lie again. beomgyu presses himself further into your heat, crying out when his oversensitive cockhead brushes the rough fabric of the cushion. 

“i don’t wanna, mommy, please!” he warbles.

“i said no, baby. either cum on the cushion or not at all.” you scratch at his scalp gently, causing him to shiver– he can’t escape the growing need to obey, such an obedient pet even when he’s being bad. slowly and uncoordinated, he rocks his hips back and forth against the cushion, thrusting his tongue into your fluttering hole to cover up his pathetic sobs. his cock throbs an angry red, velvety skin pulsing obscenely as he falls into an unsteady rhythm. every thrust against the cushion makes him cry more and more, so good yet so painful all at once. the friction burns on the underside of his shaft, his weepy fat tip, your poor pet unable to hide his masochistic pleasure as he hiccups pitifully, whines and begs to be touched while he eats your pussy so deliciously. his tears finally fall down his flushed cheeks, and the sight of him so debauched is almost difficult to look at with the way it makes your cunt throb around his tongue. “good boy,” you praise in a whisper, tugging at his hair, watching how he digs his nails deep into the cushion to keep himself from touching without permission. “such a good pup.”

his hips pick up speed, erratic and rough against the cushion, a telltale sign that he was close. he pulls his face out from between your thighs just enough to clearly and properly beg; “please, mommy, i’m gonna cum, don’t wanna cum, let me fuck you, let me cum inside, please–”

you had half the mind to give in to his wishes– you knew he wouldn’t last a few seconds once he was inside of you, his cock swallowed by your warm gummy walls, immediately shooting what was left of his hot cum deep into your pussy… but he was just so cute when you didn't give him what he wanted

“no, mutt. Be a good boy and make a mess on the couch. better make me cum too.”

“mommy, no–” he sobs, reduced down to nothing but a dog doing tricks to impress it’s owner; yet he revels in it, the humiliation of it, and it just brings him closer and closer to spilling his seed everywhere. his cute pink cockhead pokes out with every one of his thrusts forward, leaking a steady stream of precum that does barely anything to aid in the slide. 

he doubles his efforts on your pussy, hot mouth sucking perfectly against your most sensitive spots as you rode his face, throwing your head back with a sharp cry when the ever-growing knot in your belly snaps and you squirt all over beomgyu’s crying face. your orgasm triggers his own, his moan just short of a scream as his tip starts spewing thick ropes of cum everywhere, across the cushion, the floor, and the front of the couch. some of it even lands on your legs, thighs shaking as you ride out your high on his button nose.

“bad dog!” you chastise gleefully once you’ve recovered enough to speak, beomgyu still shaking from the aftershocks as he nuzzles against your thigh. He glances up at you in confusion and surprise. “you made an even bigger mess than before. got your nasty cum everywhere… now lick it up.” 

[suugarbabe]

Softer Side

Pairing: Mattheo Ridde x Ravenclaw y/n

Warning: Fluff

When others asked, you told them you weren’t sure when it happened. You weren’t sure when you stopped thinking Mattheo was just an ignorant prick and instead started defending him when others brought up his name in conversation. But you knew exactly when it happened, and you wanted to keep it to yourself. You liked being one of the only ones to see the soft side of Mattheo.

You’d seen him straighten up the Slytherin table after the rest of his friends left for class, stacking plates and straightening goblets when he thought no one else was paying attention. You saw him help Madam Pince in the library a few times as well. You swore it was a detention until you heard her thanking him for volunteering his time again at the end of the week. However your favorite soft Mattheo moment was the first time you witnessed it. Whether it was his actions in the moment, or your interaction with him afterwards was an internal debate you continued to have with yourself to this day.

The first was purely on accident. You were cutting through the courtyard to get to transfiguration on time. You were already running late and McGonagall was not going to go easy on you if you showed up after her again. You noticed two students in the corner of the courtyard, a male seemingly having a female pinned against one of the pillars.

As you got closer, you noticed none other than Adrian Pucey trapping a poor third year, whispering in her ear. Her face was contorted in disgust as she tried to squirm away from him. You were about to shout at him to leave her alone when he was suddenly shoved to the ground. You stopped dead in your tracks and watched as Mattheo knelt down next to Pucey, a hand on his throat as he threatened the boy through gritted teeth. “Guys like you are the scum of the fucking earth, Pucey,” he spat. “If I ever see you trap another girl like that again, you’re fucking done for, ya hear me?”

Pucey nodded his head the best he could as Mattheo’s hand was still on his throat, holding him to the ground. Mattheo released him and Pucey quickly got up and scurried away down the nearest corridor. Mattheo stood up, straightening his robes before turning back to the young girl. “Are you okay, darling, did he hurt you?” You had never seen him speak so softly and reassuring to someone before. You had to blink a few times to make sure you were still seeing the same man before you. The girl shook her head no in response before Mattheo patted her shoulder and encouraged her to head to class.

“Well, that was interesting,” you spoke up, slight smirk on your face. Mattheo’s head whipped around at your voice, you could’ve sworn his cheeks were slightly pink as well. He stood still as you walked closer to him. “Who knew big bad Mattheo Riddle would save strangers like a knight in shining armor,” you said, patting his chest mockingly. Mattheo rolled his eyes, “Pucey is walking dragon shit, everyone knows it.” You laughed lightly, nodding in agreement, starting to walk past him but he followed, quickly keeping pace with you as you walked down the corridor.

“Were you at least impressed by my heroic efforts, y/n?” He threw his arm around your shoulder as he walked. It was your turn to roll your eyes, “Oh, yes, Mattheo, I just loved watching you choke out the slimiest member of your house.” You playfully pushed his arm off you as you turned the corner leading to your classroom. He quickly grabbed your hand, spinning you back around to face him, your chests a mere few inches apart.

As you opened your mouth to protest, Mattheo leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Yannow I never pegged Ravenclaws to be into choking, but if you wanna explore that fantasy I can give you my common room password.” Your breath hitched in your throat for a moment before pushing him back. Mattheo just chucked lightly before giving you a wink and a Cheshire grin, disappearing behind the corner.

[mydearesthrry]

honeyed bliss - h.s.

a/n: hi! here’s another one. post hslot harry, and dadrry, which should be a warning in itself. enjoy!

🎀 warnings/cw: nothing, fluff, ITALYRRY AND DADRRY. im a wreck.

🐇 pairing: husband!dad!harry styles x fem!reader

💐 wc: 800

“Babe, can you come here? I need to tan, but I can't get the tanning lotion on my back.” Y/N shouted sweetly to her husband, voice soft as she turned on her tummy. 

“Yeah m’love, give me two seconds. ‘M cutting up some watermelon for Daisy.” He called back, standing at the drink bar, a knife in his hand as he watched his daughter toddle around in the small area that he stood in. Daisy knocked on the doors that were in the square, knocking on the door to exit as she babbled quietly to herself. 

“Mumma, want mama,” Daisy pouted, perking up when she heard her moms voice. She stumbled a bit when she turned around to look at her dad with pleading puppy dog eyes, her axis of gravity not perfect quite yet. 

“Oh, y’want mama, baby? Okay, let’s get y’to mama.” Harry plucked her up off the ground and hiked her up onto his hip, scooping a couple blocks of watermelon into a yellow bowl. Harry pushed open the door to the drink bar, walking over to his wife who was laying down on a beach chair. His wife turned onto her side, reaching out for her baby who was already squirming in her dads arms. 

“Hi baby! You wanna come lay down with mama? Wanna sunbathe?” Y/N turned on her mom voice, babying her daughter. 

“Mama, mama, mama,” Daisy giggled, patting her mom’s face, a wide smile on her face, looking almost identical to Harry down to the dimples. 

“God, H. I can’t believe I birthed her, held her in my stomach for months, the whole nine yards, and she just looks exactly like you. Like, not even an inch of me in here. She’s got her Daddy’s curly hair, pretty green eyes, and cute little dimples… Don’t you, Dais?” She smiled, turning onto her back to place her baby on her thighs, Daisy’s head coming up to rest on her knees, her legs laying on her torso. 

“Guess so, m’love, but don’t worry, she still loves her Mumma waaaay more than her Daddy.”  Harry comments, munching on watermelon on the beach chair next to you. She turns her head to him and raises an eyebrow, and he smiles sheepishly. 

“Sorry,” he scratches his nose awkwardly. “I didn't mean that.” 

“Good, y’know she loves you just as much as she loves me.” She gave him a stern look, and he could see her eyes through her sunglasses. 

“Yeah, I know. Bad joke, didn’t land. Tough crowd, eh?” He smiled sheepishly. 

“Mmm, guess comedy isn’t for you, hm? Better stick to singing, pretty boy.” Y/N muttered before bringing her baby up to her chest, pressing small butterfly kisses to her head. 

“M’sweet girls, prettiest girls ever,” Harry grins, pulling your phone from underneath the throw pillow your head was resting on, snapping a few precious pictures. “Can’t believe ‘M so lucky.” 

Twisting his back to look behind him, he reached out to switch the bowl of watermelon for the camcorder, turning it on and recording his wife and daughter, a wide grin plastered on his face. “Today is July 26, 2023, a couple of days after the final Love On Tour show, and we’ve just gotten home to the Styles Villa in the Amalfi Coast of Italy. Here we have Mama and baby bunny in their most rawest forms,” Harry narrated, a grin on his face when he heard a sweet giggle emit from his wife’s chest. “Baby bunny’s sporting a cute swim set gifted to her from her favorite uncle, Uncle Alessandro, and Mama’s wearing a Gucci swim set as well, looking as beautiful as ever with the most beautiful and glowy skin-”

“H, shut up!” She guffaws, placing an embarrassed hand on her face. “Dais is gonna watch these one day and be scarred by the way you’re talking about me.”

Harry turns the camera so it’s on his face, “Little Daisy, if you’re watching these right now in the future, never settle for less than how I treat Mama. Y’deserve to be treated like a queen, m’soul, never ever settle for less.”

He flips the camera around again to face his girls, catching a tail end of YN’s eyeroll on camera. “Yes, sweet girl. I agree with Daddy, never settle for less.” She places more sweet kisses on Daisy’s head, cooing with Harry when a soft snore leaves their baby’s lips.

“Well, since y’asleep now, I think that’s a good place to leave it. We love you, Daisy. Byeeeee!” Harry waves, turning in his seat to have the camera face him and his small family. YN giggles and blows kisses, waving until Harry turns off the camera.

“We’ve got it good, Lovie.” He smiles, leaning forward to peck a kiss to her cheek, her temple, and then one on her lips, being cautious of the sleeping baby on her chest.

“Yes, we do.”

[faretheeoscar]

Lesson Learned

Pairing: Jake Lockley x f!reader

--Warnings: 🔥18+, nsfw, orgasm denial, spanking, let me know if I'm missing some--

Summary: you will never think about having sex toys around the house again.

A/N: English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there’s any mistakes. Had this sitting down in my drafts for so long, I wrote this I'm not kidding you like 5 minutes after the Brioni photoshoot came out and my mind melted and was filled with Oscar thoughts…

Thanks to my Vin @sereiist for letting me invade her discord messages with all my thots and use them as a note pad

Word count: 1.2k~

It's a cozy afternoon at your shared flat with the boys, you've been mostly being lazy all day, laying in bed reading, watching movies, while the boys were away, but after you heard the stretch of the keys your heart fluttered at the prospect of your boyfriends being at home.

Jake is sitting down in the living room and he calls for you.

“Come here mi amor, I wanna talk to you for a second” 

You frroze in place, your gaze turns towards him, he's looking with dark eyes at you, not stopping eye contact for a second and when you see him rolling his sleeves up you know by the tone he is using and the way he's looking at you that it’s gonna be bad….

So you walk towards him and you can already feel the tingling sensation between your legs when he’s looking at you not even phased, you can see the prominent veins on his arms and hands, a sight you don't get to see that much with him, as he's always on his suit and tie, wearing his gloves...

The gloves.... those gloves that just provide the perfect friction when he fin...

“Sientate” His command gets you out of your fantasies, he's stitching his eyebrows together and finishing rolling his sleeves all the way to his elbows, then, he pats on his legs for you to sit on his lap, you hesitate but you end up sitting cause you know if you don’t comply it would be even worse for you. (Sit Down)

Jake reaches for your chin and forces you to look at him, he squeezes your cheeks together.

“Do you know why you’re here chiquita? hm?” He says this in that very low husky voice that makes you already squirm in his lap, he places one of his hands on your hips for you to stay still, you just shyly shake your head no to him, cause you really don’t have a fucking idea why he has you there, why is he even looking at you like that, you just feel helpless when you try to stay steady on his lap just thinking that he’s probably gonna make you tremble in no time.

He tuts disappointed when you don’t know why he has you there and why he is going to punish you, so he reaches up for a thing on the side of the couch and shows it to you.

“What did we say about this?” 

He opens the palms of your hands and places the small vibrator on them, you swore to him you’d get rid of it the last time he punished you for even having it, the memories of him edging you for hours with that damn vibrator and making you squirt without even touching you himself are enough for you to already start almost staining his pants with the wetness between your legs.

“Jake I—“ You try to start justifying yourself but he cuts you short with a firm slap on your ass.

“Sin peros mi vida, I thought we had an understanding about having these things around the house last time…” (No buts, my love)

You feel everything inside of you shaking while looking at him, his pupils are all darkened and the hint of a little small smile appears on the corner of his lips.

“Get up and bend down for me, en cuatro, here on the couch, NOW”

Your already shaking legs make you look clumsy when you stumbled to get up from his lap to accommodate to the side of the couch, in a non very graceful way you managed to get in all fours, all your nervous terminals were already expecting a huge spanking session, as it was the way Jake always started to give you "a lesson", his lessons ending on markings of his red palms on the tender flesh of your ass.

Jake made his way behind you, he pulled down painfully slowly your night shorts, enough for your already wet dripping cunt to feel the cold air of the living room; you closed your eyes in anticipation of the first slap but for your amusement it never came, instead the only sound you heard was the zipper of Jake’s pants and small huffs coming from him, you turned your head to see and you were faced with a sight that was nonetheless… beautiful.

Jake Lockey with that new beige suit you bought for him on your last anniversary together was with his eyes closed, his lips snarling in an almost painful twitch as he stroke himself beautifully, his length coated with a mix of saliva and precum making the slide of his angry fist over his throbbing member easier for him. 

“Turn around, no mires” He ordered when he noticed you were looking at him, you tried to obey but you couldn’t simply take your eyes off of him there was a lump in your throat, you were waiting and squirming around with need. Seeing how his eyelids closed in concentration as he worked on himself and tried to suppress moans as he circled his tip with his thumb was in your honest opinion a pure display of art happening in front of your eyes. (Turn around, don't look)

When you saw him open his eyes again you quickly turned around hoping he didn’t catch you in the act but those hopes went away when you suddenly felt his full length bottoming out without a warning inside you.

“I. TOLD. YOU. TO. TURN. AROUND.” Each growl and word came with a full slap on your asscheeks as he pounded hard into you. 

“What is it that you don’t get huh?” He said as he kept abusing your dripping cunt nonstop without even warming you up for the size of his girth.

“Jake please… it’s too much, you’re going too hard” You whined and pleaded as he kept on using you, earning yourself another round of slaps and groping of your ass that would leave marks in there for a week at least.

“CÁLLATE!” Harsh and abusing thrusts kept coming your way and making your legs almost give up. (Shut up!)

“You’re gonna learn- *grunt*- you’re gonna learn one way or another that this- *grunt* - this pretty little cunt belongs to me and only I can make it cum”

Tears were already running down your cheeks, you didn’t know if it was pleasure? Pain? At this point it was all a blur, you were starting to feel that heat starting to build deep inside your lower stomach, mewling and moaning erupting from deep inside you, as you squeezed the nearest pillow available to you, but as soon as you were barely getting there, you heard Jake growling and gasping before pulling out to jerk himself and finish all over your back.

You had to blink twice to even think about what was happening when you felt the stickiness of his hot cum against your skin as he rubbed it with his thumb as if he was painting over you, you felt the soft pattern of his thumbs making a smiley face on you?. You were confused, overstimulated and shaking when he looked down at you and slapped your ass one more time.

“Que bonita” He gave you a sarcastic smile and a dark chuckle, when he saw you confused and whimpering asking him to help you with your release. (How beautiful)

“No mi amor, I told you you were gonna learn one way of another…”

He moved himself from behind you and pulled his pants up, you heard the zipper of his pants before he threw the infamous vibrator on your side of the couch as he bent down and growled softly to your ear.

“And I really really, I hope you learned with this how frustrating it feels to know someone in this house had an orgasm without you…”

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[lethalchiralium]

Johnny was back in the morning, carrying a pack of furs and a bundle of meat, a smile on his face as soon as he saw his smiling little baby. You kissed her hair as he set down his bounty, he instantly scooped up his daughter who cooed at the sight of her dad.

“How was Missoula?” You asked as you pulled your shawl tighter around your torso.

“Damn borin’, missed ye ‘n the big one, an’ of course, my babe.” He kissed Claire’s forehead, she squealed in response. “Price sold a lot.”

You gently pat his back, ushering him inside. “S’good. Simon’ll be home before sundown.” You grabbed his furs and meat, carrying it inside and kicking the door closed with your boot. Johnny instantly found himself on the couch, gently rubbing the baby’s back.

“Johnny.” You moved back into the kitchen, taking a drink out of your cup.

“Yes, luv?”

“Are you sure you don’t hear the noises at night?”

He paused, giving you a unfazed look. “Here? No, I told ye ya just need more sleep.”

You set down your cup full of water, staring at your husband. “You try being the only food your baby wants. Shit’s hard.” You scratched your jaw a little, watching Claire smack her dad’s face. “I’m just worried. What if something’s really out there? What if we’re not actually safe here?”

“I’ll check th’ traps wance ah get some Claire time, a’richt?” He kissed Claire’s face again, the girl screeched with excitement. Worry was still nestled deep in your belly, your hand absentmindedly rubbed your collarbone to give yourself some ease. Maybe you were overthinking it. Maybe it is just the wind, or a squirrel or something.

But you knew it in your gut. Your gut was almost never wrong. You prayed it was wrong.

“Johnny, I think-“

The front door slammed into the wall, scaring all three of you but you were the first to snap into action, seeing a bloody faced Simon clutching his head. Claire began to screech from being startled, you darted towards your husband as he stumbled into the house with Price holding him up by the back of his shirt.

“Simon! Simon, baby, what happened?” Your hand peeled Simon’s hand from his head, walking backwards as Price pushed him into the house. Blood poured from his head and you felt your heart rate speed up in record time.

“Fuckin’ horse.” He mumbled, you looked at the gash on his hairline and the blurry look in his eyes. You haven’t seen him this dazed since he got hit over the head with a rifle years and years ago. You examined the cut as you led him to the couch, taking his bloody hand and helping him sit down. He decompressed into it immediately, chest and legs finally settling like he had worked for a thousand years straight.

You looked at Price, who had a few bloody scuffs on his arm. “What happened?”

“Horse bucked him off without warnin’ into a fence post.” He said, you nodded before ducking the few feet into your kitchen - your bandages and wet cloths were in hand in moments. You looked at your friend, watching his worried look turn to steeled as he met your gaze. “Grab my whiskey, would you?”

“Not m’bourbon.” Simon murmured from his place, you glanced into your bedroom to see the concerned face of Johnny, holding a crying Claire. You gave him a little nod before returning to Simon’s side, instantly gently wiping away the crusted and dripping blood. “S’cold, baby.”

“I know.” You whispered. “Just wanna clean you up before I bandage you.”

“M’fine. Don’t know why he even brought me here, just needed a minute to get up.”

Price handed you the whiskey bottle and a clean rag. “You were down for a good while.”

Your head whipped up to look at him. “And why didn’t you come get me?”

“He’s fine now.” He shrugged, gesturing towards your husband. “He’s talking and awake.”

“Fuckin’ men.” You grumbled, dropping the cold rag onto Simon’s lap before opening the bottle of whiskey. You took a swig, of course, and then poured some onto a new rag. You began to disinfect the wound, to which Simon squirmed, panting as he whined in pain. “Stay still-“

“Baby, it hurts-“

“I know it does, gotta get it cleaned and bandaged. M’almost done.” Your fingers were nimble as you began to bandage his wound, wrapping the long cloth around his thick head tightly. You never missed the way Simon looked at you, so comfortable in your presence. You tied it off after ripping it off near the end, tossing the excess onto the couch before handing him the whiskey.

He graciously took it, took a generous swig before handing it back to you. “How’d I look, doc?” He smirked, pink lips chapped but his smile still full of adoration.

“You’re fine.” Your hand settled on his thigh, gently rubbing it. “You’re not gonna be happy with what I have to say, though.”

“I’m still gonna work the horses, maybe just in a few days.”

“No more sex until that hit is healed.”

He groaned, disappointment tangled in his throat. “But-“

“I’m leavin’.” Price declared, sensing you were about to air some intimate details, you didn’t even acknowledge his departure.

“There’s three of us. You two bump heads, me and you bump heads. I like my daughter having both of her fathers.”

“Head hits are nothing.”

Your eyes flickered down to his eyes, watching them dart away from your stare. “‘Til they’re something.”

His glare had moved towards the bedroom door, Claire still crying in the room. He grunted a little, annoyed as he looked back to you. “Bring her here.”

“You’re funny.”

“Not joking.”

“Simon, you’re still bloody.” You pointed towards his hand, his shirt, the side of his cheek.

He gave you a piercing stare, voice low. “She knows I’m here. If she hasn’t stopped her cryin’ yet, she’s not going to. Give her to me.”

You stared back at your husband, hand rubbing on his thigh before you plucked the bottle of whiskey from his grasp. You turned towards the bedroom, calling for Johnny. He instantly appeared, holding a clearly upset and wiggling baby. Her little head shaking back and forth, tears and snot running down her chunky face as she looked at you.

Johnny’s eyebrows furrowed, moving Claire up his chest a little. “Everything a’right?”

“He wants her.” You nodded towards Simon.

Johnny chuckled dryly. “Like that? Nae.” Both of you looked down to Claire, whose hands were out in the direction of Simon, grabbing the air towards him as she cried. “…Fine. If ye pass out and drop ‘er-“

Simon groaned, one hand held out to grab Claire. “I’m not going to drop her.” Johnny gave him a stern look, his other hand held out. “I’m on the fuckin’ couch. She’s not gonna get away from me that easy.” Johnny handed her to him, Simon instantly smiled as her little hands gripped onto his sleeves. “Are you, darling?” She sniffled, still whining and crying, yet Simon holding her seemed to calm her to an extent. He brought her head to his lips, kissing her soft skin. “You love your Papa, don’t you?”

[lesbianoms]

Fantasizing about going out on a date with an older woman who seems pure and vanilla on the surface. We end up talking about personal stuff and somehow end up on the subject of kinks.

After a while I reluctantly reveal to her that I’m into vore, and after telling her what it is her eyes widen in surprise and she just says, “oh.”

We say goodbye to each other and I go home, agonizing over the date and her mannerisms and overthinking literally everything like the gay little disaster I am.

And then I get a text. From her. And it’s a video.

I open it up and she’s standing in her bedroom, grinning warmly. She explains, “I thought about what you told me, and I wanted to do something special for you.”

She picks up a container and there’s a tiny inside, a man, who looks 0% frightened and 110% pissed off. My jaw probably drops at this point.

“Don’t ask how, but I managed to get my ex-husband shrunk down to a more… bite-sized helping.”

He looks about 4-6 inches tall, like he fits perfectly on her palm. She picks him up by the collar of his shirt, licking her lips. Her ex starts thrashing and shouting at her to let him go, put him down, how she’s a psycho and he’s glad he divorced her, etc.

She completely ignores his protests and his shouts of anger and just smiles into the camera.

“This one’s for you, sweetie~”

She lowers him towards her mouth.

“You crazy bitch! Let me go! I swear to God I’ll-”

Slurp. Her lips close around him before he can finish. I hear a loud gulp on camera and she tilts her head up as she slowly, seductively traces his shape down her throat.

Then she lifts up her shirt revealing her bare tummy. She hums softly, posing with her arms above her head, and the video is in such high quality that I’m able to see the exact moment he lands in her stomach.

She lets out a small burp, chuckling as she pats her belly. Pulling the camera close, she says in a milky purr, “Wanna listen?”

Immediately she presses her phone up to the center of her belly, and I hear the loud roar of her stomach fill my headphones. Between all the glorps and gurgles of her sexy stomach, I can hear the muffled sounds of her ex-husband’s voice. He’s cursing her, screaming at her and demanding to be let out.

“Bet you wish that was you, huh?” she asks. Her mature voice goes even lower as she teases me.

The video focuses on the close-up of her belly for a few minutes. She’s moving it every now and then so that it slowly sloshes up and down, like a belly dancer. I can hear the digestive groans of her ex inside, being felt up and squeezed by her walls. The sounds both relax me and turn me on, and being able to watch him squirm inside of her is really something else ❤️

“Come with me.”

She takes the camera with her as she walks down to the kitchen, where she opens up the fridge and takes out a bottle of wine. She places the camera on the kitchen counter, angling it so that the view is just under her belly.

I can see the writhing form of her prey as he gets churned around by her stomach walls. She uncorks the wine, pours herself a glass, lifts it up towards the camera in a toast.

“Cheers,” she says slyly, and she begins downing the glass.

I can hear the wine filling her up and entering her tummy, sloshing around inside as the wiggling lump of her ex-husband cries out. He disappears from view for a second until she pushes out her stomach, and I hear the bubbling of brewing wine mixed with the occasional groans of a liquid-filled gut. I can only imagine him sloshing around in there with the wine…

“Oh, I’m gonna feel that in the morning-”*uurrp!!*

She walks back to the bedroom, pressing the phone to her belly so that I can hear each slosh of its contents as she ascends the staircase.

“You know, I can feel that bastard struggling in there... I think he's trying to give me indigestion. Like he hasn’t already given me enough bellyaching when we were married! ... I'm sure you'd be much better behaved~"

Hearing back into the bedroom, she lays on the bed. She points the phone down at her tummy and pats it. The noises from inside are clear as day on the video.

About a minute or so of rubbing her active belly, she pulls down her jeans and tugs on the band of her underwear so that more of her lower belly is visible.

“Wanna see something cool?” she asks.

She puts the camera down with her other hand and feels around for her ex-husband, pressing down on a slightly bulging spot on her tummy.

“There he is,” she mumbles.

Then, she takes the front of her fingers and massages deep into her belly, kneading, pressing into her gut with an audible glorp.

I watch as she pushes the shape along her skin, towards her pelvis, and with a rush I realize what she’s doing. A particularly loud gurgle sounds out from her middle as she guides him down into her lower belly. I hear his muffled moaning as he shifts through her.

“Oohhh, I think he’s in my intestines now~” she says seductively.

I can see the wiggling form below her belly button, and I imagine what it must be like for him in there. So tight, and hot, and wet, and slippery… I wonder how much he’s filling out her bowels as he moves around inside…

She hums in delight and traces circles around him. His struggles pick up the pace as he seemingly tries to fight his way out of his ex-wife’s body. She squirms in pleasure, twirling the elastic band of her underwear and rubbing her lower belly with her other.

Eventually her body tires him out, and when his movements begin to slow, she pulls the elastic out and snaps it back so that it covers the bulge he makes completely. Covered by both flesh and cloth now, her belly bulge of an ex-husband whimpers faintly. His fate is sealed; her stomach gives a satisfied grumble.

Lifting the camera, she says, “Did you enjoy your surprise, honey? Ah, I hope you did. I can’t wait to see you again… and I’d love to feel you inside me. I’m still new to this whole thing, maybe you could give me some pointers. And I’m sure your cute little body would fill me riiight up~”

She looks down at her abdomen and frowns, huffs out a sigh, and finishes with, “Gotta go now, my hubby isn’t- *hic* quite agreeing with me…”

[aealzx]

The quiet of the infirmary was welcomed, but Leo also didn’t miss it when it was broken by Mikey bursting into the doorway with his hands holding an item above his head. “Leo! Mama and April brought strawberries AND watermelon!” Mikey announced, the huge melon balanced in his rocking hands.

“Two watermelons!”

“TWO watermelons!”

Mikey could barely contain his excitement, repeating April’s comment that filtered in from the other room and causing Leo to laugh. “She’s gonna see if Raph can fit a whole one in his mouth! You gotta come watch!”

“What? No way! There’s no way!” Leo sputtered even as Carol winced before rolling her eyes with a sigh. Leo was about to scramble off the bed, but stopped and turned back when he remembered he was supposed to watch after Donnie. Crouching close to his brother, Leo rested a hand on his shoulder and lowered his voice to almost a whisper. “Hey Dee, you wanna come get some strawberries?”

With all the noise being made it was safe to say Donnie was already awake, but he appreciated Leo being quieter to talk to him. Normally he loved strawberries, but right then it just felt like too much. So with a scratchy cough he just twitched his head to decline and buried down in the blanket.

Leo seemed a little concerned at the reaction, and moved his hand to rest gently against Donnie’s forehead again. “Okay. We’ll just save some for you for later,” Leo promised, nudging his own head against Donnie for a moment before squirming off the bed. “Can you keep an eye on him, Mom?”

“Of course, honey. Go have fun and enjoy the snacks,” Carol assured, not wanting to keep Leo from being the teenager he was. She wasn’t really in the mood to watch Raph shove an entire watermelon in his mouth anyway. Leo just flashed a bright smile before he gingerly hobbled out the door.

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“Coming to you live from Subway Hamato, this is April O’Neil about to witness the beginning of a new record. ONE entire watermelon, carefully cut from its disgusting rhine prison, is about to be devoured in no more than two bites by none other than Raphael Hamato.”

April’s phone was swooshed dramatically between the lair’s kitchen scene, to herself, then to the red orb of one of the watermelon’s she and Carol brought, before swooshing back up to Raph, who just gave a big smile and wave.

“Blue! Where are your crutches?” Splinter’s voice came from off camera as Leo hobbled gingerly over to them from the infirmary.

A brief flash of fear from a teenager getting caught crossed Leo’s face before he brushed it off lightly. “It’s fiiine pops. It’s just bruised,” he waved, flopping onto the stool next to Raph.

“Don’t you downplay it Blue. It’s something worse, isn’t it?” Splinter scolded, pointing the blunt ended melon knife he had at his son without fully realizing it was in his hand.

That caused Leo to roll his eyes, avoiding the concerned look from Raph. “What? Psshhh, nooo. I was just sitting on it wro-.”

“Considering the way you were walking, it’s probably one of your ligameeeennnttts- um… am I cutting these right? I think this is the first time I’ve seen a strawberry,” Casey’s interrupting commentary about Leo’s injury was steered to a different topic when Leo gave the lad a pointed stare.

“You’ve never seen strawberries??” Mikey blurted, mouth dropping. “Oh mi gosh, you have to try one, now!”

With the conversation being torn away, Raph just made sure Leo saw his concern before he turned back to April’s camera and brought his smile back. Splinter just continued to narrow his eyes at Leo though, so Leo finally broke down and hunched across the counter to whisper rapidly. “Okay, it’s a slight ATFL tear. But I’ve already taken anti inflammatories, I’m still wearing the brace, and I’ll portal back instead of walking and get ice on it after. Alright?”

Splinter kept his eyes narrowed for a moment longer than necessary so Leo would squirm slightly, but then just passed a slice of the second watermelon over to him before patting his head gently.

Giving Leo a quick wink, April shifted her phone back into view to return to her mock reporting. “Spectating with us are Raphael's younger brothers, Leonardo and Michaelangelo, his esteemed father Splinter, and the newest addition to the family, Casey Jr.”

The introductions earned a dashing smile and mask tail flip from Leo, and a toothy grin and double hand wave from Mikey. Splinter just gave his trademark grin and wink, while Casey just looked confused. Something that only increased when April stayed on him for her next question. “What are your thoughts Casey Jr? Will history be made, or will we be cleaning watermelon from the floors?”

“Uhhhhhh…,” Casey’s blank answer was reflected on his face openly, gaze moving from April, to Raph, then the peeled watermelon orb.

“An astute answer, my boy! Who can say? Such a feat has never been attempted before, being deemed too unfair for the annual Lair Games. Raphael, are you confident in your performance?” April adapted to Casey’s non answer easily, swooshing the camera back to Raph.

“Raph is gonna eat this melon in one bite. Like a BOSS! I can fit my fist in my mouth, and this thing isn’t even as big as my fist!” Raph responded, pumping his arm and holding his closed fist next to the melon for comparison.

“There you have it folks! A man of confidence ready to take on his foe. If you’re ready, we’ll begin in three, two, one!” April cheered, figuring she shouldn’t delay them any longer since Leo and Mikey were already shoving their slices of watermelon halfway into their own mouths, and Raph already had the melon orb in his hands.

By the count of one Raph shoved the melon into his mouth and chomped down, the fruit being crushed and squished out from his cheeks even as juice poured down his chin. Leo and Mikey were belting out their laughter within seconds, only getting louder when Raph smiled proudly and cupped his hands under his chin to catch the falling fruit pieces. Mikey’s laughing ended up mixed with pained chirps though as his bruised ribs protested the rough treatment, and he slid off his stool and circled around his chest.

“Yu khey M’kee?” Raph asked around his mouthful, causing Leo to give a loud honk before he fell off his own stool, and April had to put her phone down so her own roaring didn’t shake it while it was still recording.

“HA - AAHHOW! SHUT UP!” Mikey howled, wheezing and slapping the floor while his other hand pressed against his side. And after a quick glance at Splinter to make sure the teens were actually okay, being met with loud laughter from Splinter, Casey gave a soft huff of amusement before he allowed himself to add his own voice to the raucous merriment.

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some silliness for you guys >U<

(leo's mask being pushed up for eating was directly inspired by this headcanon from thesofgengar )

[felidlycanthr0pe]

Beach Day

Bingo Masterlist

Pairing: Touya Todoroki/Reader

Rating: General

Word Count: 1121

Warnings: reader referred to as 'mother'

Summary: Pro Hero Touya Todoroki is in vacation mode.

A/N: Created for @anyfandomfluffbingo / Square(s) Filled: "My parents love you."

Again, this will be cross posted on AO3 shortly just bear with me! Hope y'all like :)

“Touya, be careful!”

Two pairs of wide, icy blue eyes stared back at you from afar. Touya, who seemed not to have heard the second half of your sentence, simply smiled widely and waved at you with his free hand. You know, the one that wasn’t dangling a ten month old over the shoreline.

Asuka babbled in his arm, and Touya adjusted his hold so only her feet were dangling- just barely above the waterline. Her tiny toes curled the instant they touched the wave that lapped at her feet. She cried and leaned back, trying to get away from the icy cold water. 

You stood from the tide chair, kneeling beside Asuka. You smiled at her, dragging a finger through the water. “Poor sweet thing, is daddy torturing you?” With your quirk activated, you drew out her name in glowing letters as the tide slipped away once more. 

“Oh, so mean. Such a mean daddy trying to make it so you’re not scared of the ocean at seventeen,” Touya said in a high pitched voice. “How dare I do such a thing?”

You rolled your eyes. “I swear I saw something in the water.” 

Touya hummed, sitting at the water’s edge with Asuka in his lap. “You keep telling yourself that, Dove. Whatever helps you sleep at night. But I read a book about how early exposure can help dissuade fear of natural elements with positive reinforcement.”

Your gaze slid sideways to where your eldest was currently wading in waist deep water. She was staring down the horizon over her shoulder, foam boogie board under her chest as she prepared for “the right wave.” Touya had explained this as “just enough of a point to have some foam at the top, but not too much.” 

“Seems to be working fine,” you assured him with a hum. “Kaisei’s got that look in her eye like with judo- she’s gonna be pissed on the last day.”

Touya leaned down to press a kiss to the crown of your head. “She’ll be fine. Kids bounce back easy.”

“You know you’re gonna have to listen to the temper tantrum on the drive home as well,” you said with a smirk. 

“Watch this,” he whispered, just barely above the roar of the ocean ahead of you. “Kaisei!”

Kaisei’s head whipped toward you, and she waved over a gap toothed smile. 

“Can you show us what you learned earlier?”

In response, Kaisei pouted, sinking below the surface of the water as she barely held onto the edge of her board. She resurfaced and yelled back. “There’s no stupid waves!”

“Call us when you find one,” you responded. “And move a little closer- you’re getting pulled away!”

A brief moment of panic later, and Kaisei had bounced her way back to your side. She tilted her head and watched the three of you carefully. “Can Asuka boogie board?”

“Let’s wait til she can walk, m’kay?” Touya smiled, “make sure you stay where we can see you.”

Kaisei bounded back into the water- this time directly in front of you- as she called over her shoulder, “okay!” 

“I’m trying to keep her feet out of the sand,” Touya sighed. “But I also wanted to get her into the water. But the sand. But the water, and I-” 

“Okay, okay,” you laughed. You glanced up at him, sitting in the water cross legged. “Give her here.”

Touya pouted. “But I wanna do it.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Fine, fine. Just…sit.” Patting the water beside you, you tilted your head back at him. 

Carefully, he held Asuka out in front of him and slumped to the ground beside you. Asuka whined in his arms as the cold water was suddenly unavoidable, even with her squirming. 

“Now she’s got the feeling of it without having to sit on the sand,” you explained. “Just gotta keep her in your lap.”

Touya seemed much more tense now than before. This was the hero who had faced Muscular with a smile? It was looking less and less likely.

“Feels weird,” he muttered, “like I’m sinking.” 

“Yes, sand will do that, baby,” you smiled. “Shocking.”

“Well, pardon me if we don’t all have parents who have timeshares and can go to a beach whenever we so choose,” Touya snarked, gaze sliding to you for a moment. He stuck his tongue out at you. 

“The whole point of a timeshare is only being able to go certain times, baby,” you replied. “And again- it’s recent.”

“Hmm, a likely story,” he sighed as he crossed an arm over Asuka’s torso. “You know I’m just with you for your money, obviously.”

“Yeah, mhm, keep telling yourself that,” you shot back. “What is it that Shouto called you last time?”

“Oh, god forbid I’m a simp for the mother of my children and love of my life, how dare I?” Touya grinned. “Still don’t really know what he meant by that, frankly.” 

“It’s a mean way of saying that you’d do anything for me,” you explained, “which clearly means you’re in it for the money. If you’re willing to do anything.”

Asuka babbled, patting Touya on the head as she tried to keep her feet underneath her as the waves pushed and pulled you. 

“And how dare I not pay attention to you for two seconds, little lady?” He grinned. “Hmm? Are the in-laws right? I can’t stay focused? Can’t stay put?” 

You rolled your eyes. “You know they’re just grilling you, right? My parents love you. I think if we hadn’t gotten married they might’ve like…adult adopted you or something.”

“Ew, no don’t make me think about that,” Touya laughed. “Though it’s nice to hear they mean well…they’re right. I want…more. Like this, I mean.” He smiled at Kaisei before turning back to Asuka. “More firsts. I missed too many with Kaisei.”

You pressed your lips together, barely holding back a smile. The same soft look Touya was watching Asuka’s babbling rant had been plastered across his face since the moment he took his hero costume off last week.

“Whatever you wanna do, baby,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. “You know I’ll follow you wherever the spotlight takes you.”

Touya hummed, kissing the crown of your head. “Hey Kai! There’s one over there!” He shuffled Asuka to your arms, rocking to his feet and bounding into the water. 

Asuka had taken to stomping on the waves as they rolled up to her ankles and up to your waist. You held her steady, watching over her shoulder as Touya held Kaisei’s board steady as she laid in the water waiting. There were few things you could think of wanting any more than to stay right there. 

[midnightlazule]

{NSFW} 1: Jealousy is an ugly color [Bubblegum x AFAB!reader x Wire]

Summary | After being rejected by Wire, your friend and crewmate House sets you up with Bubblegum, another crewmate of yours. Things take turns, and now you've ended up with feelings for both Men.

CW | AFAB reader / she/her pronouns / three-way relationship / threesome / size difference / bondage / p in v sex / oral (reader giving and receiving) / implications of assault / mentions of death / lots and lots of jealousy

This fic is dedicated to one of my favorite artists.

"Have you seen Wire?" you made your way up to Killer, "I've been searching for him but I haven't had any luck" you frowned. "Have you looked in the kitchen?" Killer spoke, "him and Heat should be in there, they're always playing cards around this time."

Pursing your lips, you hummed, "I swear I looked in there, but I'll check again, thanks Killer" you waved a quick goodbye before making your way towards the kitchen door.

"Wire?" you poked your head in.

Hearing the shuffle of cards, you poked your head in further and saw both Wire and Heat sitting across each other. Keeping your mouth shut, you made your way inside and watched from a distance as the two played what looked to be poker.

You could see the concentration on their faces, but your eyes lingered on Wire for a little too long, finding yourself taking in every bit of his facial build, you couldn't help but blush. He was a handsome man, blessed with a defined jaw, pointed nose, and droopy bored eyes that you (as cheesy as it sounds) could quite literally get lost in.

"What is it?" Wire muttered, keeping his eyes on his cards.

You jumped, not expecting to him to have noticed you while being so engrossed with his game. "Oh, uh.. well" you chuckled nervously, "it can wait until after you're done" you smiled sheepishly before backing away towards the door.

Wire let out a small hum, seemingly disinterested in what you had to say to him before he patted the seat next to him, offering you a place to sit. "Are you sure?" you questioned, "I wouldn't want to ruin your concentration."

"Sit" Wire glanced at you, "just stay quiet and don't touch anything."

You were quick to make your way over, giving a small wave to Heat who gave a small nod in return. Sitting down next to Wire, you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach as you grew far more nervous. He was a lot larger than you, easily double your height, it often had you wondering how he'd completely engulf you in bed-

Immediately pushing those thoughts away, you fought back with the blush that threatened to give you away. Shifting in your seat, you messed with your fingers as you watched.

"You know how to play?" Wire suddenly spoke, startling you.

"Not really" you answered honestly.

"You wanna learn?"

"I mean, I can't promise I'll learn quickly but sure-"

"Get on my lap, I'll let you watch while me and Heat play another round, jus' pay attention" he moved back on his seat just enough to give you room. You looked at him with wide eyes, no longer capable of fighting back that blush you opened your mouth to speak before Wire let out an annoyed huff.

Setting down his cards, he reached over and placed his hands on your hips. "Taking too long" he grumbled, setting you down right on his lap. "Wha- Wire!" you practically squealed, your face as red as Kids' hair, you squirmed in attempts to get off.

"Will you just-" Wire growled, curling an arm around your torso, he held you tightly against his chest "-quit your damn movin' will ya?"

Heat watched in silence, taking note of your heavily flustered state, he let out a small hum. He wasn't stupid, he knew about your feelings for Wire, he's seen the way you look at him. Deciding to help his friend, and you, he cleared his throat.

"I'll leave you two alone, I gotta talk with Kid about the next island we're approaching" giving a small wave, he cleaned up his deck of cards and placed them into a neat pile in the middle of the table.

Wire watched him leave with a cocked eyebrow before resting his chin on the top of your head. A heavy sigh left his lips, "what were you wanting?" he questioned, his arm still wrapped around your torso.

"I- well-" you stammered, unsure of how to speak up about your feelings, you bit the inside of your cheek. "I really like you" you forced yourself to say the words aloud, you could feel your body shaking from both anxiety and adrenaline as you admitted your feelings.

You felt his body stiffen for just a moment.

Another heavy sigh left his lips as he lifted his chin off of your head. Scooting back in his chair, he held you steady for just a moment before lightly pushing you off of him. You turned to look up at him, your eyes wide and questioning.

It didn't take any words, but you understood.

"Right.." you frowned, "sorry for ruining your time with Heat" you swallowed thickly, turning on your heel you left the kitchen.

Wire watched you leave, his lips drawn into a firm line.

He didn't mean to hurt your feelings, hell he was into you, but you were just far too soft, too... innocent.

He couldn't ruin that with his kinky ways, he'd hurt you no doubt.

Shaking his head, he grabbed the rest of the cards and picked them up, slipping them into the box they came in.

"Fucks sake" he muttered, his thoughts drifting back to how good you felt sitting on his lap.

Pushing those thoughts away, he lifted the hood of his cape off and ran a hand through his hair. Tonight was going to be long.

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"You're staying out for the party right?" House asked, making her way up behind you.

"Dunno, rather not" you answered simply, "got better things to do than drink."

"Oh come on!" House rolled her eyes, "you always come up with excuses! Come have some fun, live a little!" she placed a hand on your shoulder a shook you a little. "You can come over and hang out with me and Bubblegum, I'm sure you and him would hit it off great!" she smiled, shaking you again.

You rolled your eyes and snickered, "never thought you'd sit here and attempt to be my wingman."

"Well I think you just need a night of pleasure and love" she said whimsically as she placed the back of her hand against her head. "Yeah right" you scoffed, "I'm not into that one night stand stuff, you know this" you rolled your eyes.

"Oh come on" she groaned obnoxiously, "at least get a little trashed! You haven't been out and about for the last few days!"

"Last I checked I have no reason to be out and about" you huffed.

"You're coming out for at least a while whether you like it or not" she put her hands on her hips, "I'll drag you out of your room if I have to!"

"Fine, fine, if it'll make you happy and quit you from annoying me further" you playfully rolled your eyes and smiled. "That's my girl!" she squealed, "I know just the drink too! One of Recks' specialties" she said quietly.

"Oh god" you shuddered at the thought of drinking one of his concoctions, they always made you sick but boy were they strong.

"It's worth it" House giggled, "besides, you might as well enjoy your time out while you can! I heard the next island we're stopping at is some kind of brothel island... you know, the one filled with all of the bars, and sex, and-"

"I get it" you frowned, cutting her off.

You felt a small pang in your heart at the idea of Wire going into some brothel and getting cozy with another woman.

Shaking your head, you reminded yourself that he wasn't yours.

"Oh oh oh! We're starting, come on! We need to go find Bubblegum!" House grabbed your hand and dragged you with her.

"Slow down!" you struggled to keep your footing as she ran.

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Taking a rather large drink from your alcohol filled mug, you let out a loud sigh as you set it down against the wooden deck.

"See? I told you it wouldn't be so bad" House giggled as she took another sip from her mug. You gave her a look as you got cozy sitting next to a couple barrels. Bubblegum, someone who you hadn't really spoken to, was sat next to you.

The man was tall, easily towering over you, but he was also rather lanky. You didn't quite have a problem with that, he very clearly had muscle, and thighs that looked like they could easily crush someone's head if he tried hard enough.

But you weren't really interested in his body, it was his hair that really captured your attention.

It was styled in a strange zig-zag shape, pointing out from either side of his head, you wondered just how much hair gel it took to get it to stay that way. Not to mention its color, a deep royal blue.

You hadn't realized how long you had been staring until you saw Bubblegum glance at you.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare, I was just- is... your hair naturally that color? It's pretty" you felt blood rush to your face as you blurted out the compliment.

You watched House give you a double thumbs up in your peripheral.

"Oh- haha" Bubblegum laughed nervously, his cheeks slightly reddened. You couldn't tell if he was blushing, or if he was slightly tipsy. "It's my natural hair" he answered simply, a small smile on his face.

"That's nice" you gave him a smile back, though you were mentally suffering due to how awkward the interaction felt.

"This is so sad to watch" House chuckled, watching the both of you. "I'm going to go get some more drinks, you two cozy on up, yeah?" she smiled, hoping up from her spot.

Before you could stop her, she turned on her heel and scurried off.

"Are you looking forward to the island we'll be docking at in a few days?" he started, trying to continue the already dying conversation.

"Not really" you answered honestly.

He opened his mouth to speak before closing it, he clearly wasn't expecting your straight-forward answer. "Why's that?" he questioned, genuinely curious.

You shrugged, "don't care for brothel islands, they're not my thing" shifting in your spot, you shimmied over and rested your back against the railing of the ship. "One night stands and whores really aren't my thing."

Bubblegum hummed, "I don't blame you, I'm not a fan of things things either" he shrugged.

You looked at him for a moment before raising an eyebrow, "I thought all the men on this ship loved brothel islands, it's your guys' one way of letting off steam" your thoughts drifted back to Wire for just a moment.

"Not everyone, there's a few of us here that don't care about one night stands, some of us appreciate real relationships far more" he messed with the rim of his mug before taking another drink.

"Besides, women on this ship need to let off steam too, I take it you're not one of them?" he questioned.

Shaking your head, you frowned for a moment, "nope, I too prefer real relationships" a sigh left your lips as you leaned your head back against the railing.

"Seems like we both have something in common then" Bubblegum smiled, "say, would you want to play some cards? I got a deck in my room."

"Oh" you laughed, the alcohol you had been nursing seemed to finally be taking affect, you started feeling tipsy. "I'm not really.. good at card games, never really understood them."

"That's fine" Bubblegum smiled, a small laugh leaving his lips as he got up from his spot. "Watch my drink will you? I'll be back in just a second."

You watched him leave.

Leaning forward, you grabbed his drink and set it next to yours. You figured you'd at least prevent it from getting knocked over. Laying back against the railing, you scanned the deck, you were curious as to where House was.

She claimed she was getting more drinks, that was probably a lie.

Damn her.

A sigh left your lips, continuing to scan over the multiple faces of your crewmates, you felt your heart stop once you reached Wire. You couldn't see him very well from how far away he was, but you felt like his eyes were on you.

You watched for a moment longer, realizing he had gotten up from his spot on the stairs, he made his way towards you. The closer he got, the more you realized how annoyed he looked, though he quickly came to an abrupt halt as Bubblegum appeared, a large smile on his face as he announced his arrival.

"I got them!" he plopped down.

Grabbing his mug and offering it to him, he didn't seem to notice until he finally looked up. "Where is my- oh, thank you" he took it from you.

Taking a rather large drink out of it, you watched his Adams apple bob as he swallowed. "Thanks for watching it" he set it down, wiping the residue off from his lips, he paid no mind to your staring.

"I take it you don't know how to play poker?" he questioned, pulling the deck of cards out from its box, he was quick to shuffle them. You watched with mild curiosity, cards really weren't your thing.

"Nope, never learned how to play it."

"You wanna learn?"

You felt like you heard those words before.

A quick memory flashed in your mind reminding you of the night you had been rejected by Wire. You had pushed everything about that night away, deciding you'd rather pretend it never happened while stuffing those feelings for Wire deep down.

"Sure" you smiled.

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"I just hope they have a few shops..." you frowned, standing next to House, you watched as the ship drew closer and closer to the 'long awaited' brothel island.

Truthfully, you were dreading even stepping foot on said island.

Call it a gut feeling, but you felt like something was going to go wrong.

Though you figured it was just you dreading seeing Wire with women, that was probably it.

"It'll be fine" House smiled, "I'm sure there's a few places we can browse... But it is a brothel island, it'll probably be a bunch of lingerie shops and sex toys... maybe a couple of clothing stores" she shrugged.

"I'd rather that than seeing a bunch of barely dressed women throw themselves at Wire" you muttered under your breath.

"Come on ___, you need to get over him" House nudged your shoulder, "I know he's our superior and everything, and you have to see him literally everyday, but as soon as you forget about those feelings of yours, everything will be just fine!" she beamed, acting as if she had given you the best possible advice.

You gave her a soft smile.

House wasn't always the best with her advice, but she tried her best, and you appreciated that. She was a good friend.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to get a few new pairs of lingerie..." you muttered.

"That's the spirit!" she smiled, "come on, lets get into some better suited clothes before we dock" she grabbed your hand, pulling you with her. You looked back at the island, figuring it would be about thirty more minutes until the ship docked, you sighed.

"I'm sure I can also get Bubblegum to tag along with us since he's not too big on brothels" she hummed, opening the door to your room, she pushed you in.

"Why..?" you questioned, "I don't think he'd be very comfortable sitting in a lingerie shop-"

"Nonsense, have you seen how he dresses?" She giggled, "he always wears fishnets and thigh high boots, I think being in a lingerie shop would be right up his alley."

You knew there was no fighting her, if she was deadest on having Bubblegum accompany the two of you, then it was going to happen.

"Alright" she clapped her hands together, "what do you think? Should we do cute and comfortable? Maybe something sexy? Hmmm... Oh! I know just the thing-"

"Can we just wear something that doesn't reveal a whole lot?" you cut her off, "I don't want people getting the wrong idea" you frowned.

She waved her hand, partially ignoring you, "that's fine, but I don't want you looking like absolute trash! Lets go with something... classy! That'll be perfect" she smiled, opening up your closet, she began looking through your clothes.

"Here" she tossed a pair of black pants, "and this as well" she added, giving you a nice red button-up blouse. "This way you can wear your belt and keep your guns on you."

"Come on, get into the bathroom and get dressed, don't come out until you've put it all on!" she got behind you, placing her hands on your back she pushed you towards the bathroom.

"Okay, okay!" you couldn't help but giggle as you closed the door.

......

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you couldn't help but appreciate how good it looked despite its simplicity. "Well? Are you done in there? Come on, show me!" House spoke from the other side of the door.

Opening it up and stepping out, House let out a small whistle while nodding her head. "You look good! Like a uh... classy lady!" she furrowed her eyebrows.

"What? Is something wrong?" you asked, "do I need to change?"

"No, not that.." she took a step closer to you and began messing with your clothes. "Pull up your pants just a little, they're supposed to be high waisted..." she watched as you did so, "un-do a few buttons on your blouse as well."

"There we go!" She clapped her hands together, "you look good, no one should really bother you, your clothes don't speak 'I'm a whore'" she giggled.

"Wow, thanks" you rolled your eyes and smiled.

"What? Isn't that what you were wanting?"

"Well, I mean, yeah, but when you put it like that-"

"Oh hush, you look good and that's all that matters, who knows, maybe you'll turn a few heads tonight" she shrugged, "or maybe just one head" House winked, giving you a smile.

You knew she was referring to Bubblegum.

"Oh please" you scoffed, waving your hand, "lets just get you dressed."

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House was practically bouncing on her feet as the boat docked. She had chosen her usual outfit, a leather jacket with a knee-length dress underneath, completed with her combat boots. She ended up lending you a pair of boots, as sandals didn't particularly match with the outfit she had chosen for you.

It was just your luck the both of you had similar shoe sizes.

You messed with one of the buttons on your blouse, House had unbuttoned it enough to let your collarbone and just the slightest bit of your cleavage show. You didn't quite appreciate it, but any attempt at buttoning it up was quickly squandered.

"Bubblegum!" House yelled out, waving the blue haired man over. "You wanna come with me and ___ to look at some of the shops? We're not going to any of the brothels" she said rather loudly.

You let out a groan.

"Sure" Bubblegum answered, you stared at him for a moment before looking away. You hoped this gut feeling of yours was just a really bad case of anxiety.

You felt House grab your arm as you were practically torn off the ship, Bubblegum watched you with a small, yet nervous smile. He seemed to be dreading spending the day with House just as much as you were (this was a lie, you loved spending time with House).

"Come on Bubblegum! We don't have all day!" House yelled as she continued to run, dragging you with her. You made no effort to remove her hand from you, though you did urge her to slow down.

"I think we have plenty of time to look, House"

"I know but-"

"Let's just slow down" you smiled, patting her on the shoulder.

Turning your attention back onto Bubblegum, who was standing a little ways behind you, you glanced behind him and realized Wire was looking towards the three of you. Watching with a frown, you grabbed Bubblegum and Houses' arms and ushered them to get moving

"And yet here you are saying you wanted to slow down-"

"I know what I said" you rolled your eyes, "I figured we could just... get there faster! You know, before.. rush hour, or whatever" you laughed nervously.

Neither Bubblegum or House questioned you, though they gave each-other a strange look.

You just didn't want to deal with how awkward things would get if Wire were to approach the three of you.

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"Well? What do we think?" House questioned, looking back at bubblegum as she held two separate sets of lingerie up to you. You felt your face warm up, pushing her away you glared at her. "I don't think it's very appropriate to be asking someone that" you frowned.

"Lighten up, ___! Bubblegum has a great sense of style" she turned her head, looking at him up and down she nodded to herself. "See? Wonderful sense of fashion, I mean... look at his heels!" she pointed at them.

You had to admit, the thigh high heels looked great on him, but that was besides the point.

"That's not my point, House, you're clearly making him uncomfortable" you motioned at him, "even his face is red!"

"I don't think that's embarrassment" she giggled, earning a look from you.

"I'm going to go look at the other side of the store" Bubblegum awkwardly shuffled away from you and House.

"See?" you crossed your arms and looked at House.

"Come onnn!" she groaned dramatically, "we came here to look at some cute shit to wear! Not get all shy and embarrassed! He was eating it up before you said something!" she lightly hit your shoulder.

Putting the two sets of lingerie back, she pouted and crossed her arms, "you're no fun."

"I'm terribly sorry that I am such a party pooper" you rolled your eyes and smiled, "come on, lets go look at the actual clothes, not this shit."

"But what about Bubblegum-" she tried to turn around.

"He'll be fine."

House scoffed, "nonsense! Have you maybe considered that he'd like to look at some clothes too?" she took a step to the side. Avoiding your attempt to stop her and push her the opposite direction, she made her way past you.

"House!" You groaned, feeling your irritation spike as she walked towards Bubblegum.

Turning on your heel, you left both House and Bubblegum behind as you made your way to the clothing section of the store. You didn't want to stand there and wait for the two.

Finding a rack of clothing that piqued your interest, you started looking through, trying to find anything worth purchasing. It was all decently cute clothes, a few dresses here and there, but what really got your attention was a dress, it was a long black dress with colored lace.

"Excuse me, miss?" A voice spoke from behind you.

Turning your head and taking a step to the side, you looked at the person who had spoken. "Yes?" you questioned, raising an eyebrow, you set a hand on the base of one of your guns.

The man looked at you nervously before glancing down at your guns, taking a cautionary step back he smiled awkwardly. "I-I'm sorry to bother you, I was just wondering if you knew where the uh-"

"I don't work here" you stated simply, staring at him.

"Oh- y-you don't?" he gave you a look before frowning, "or are you just saying that because you don't want to help me?"

"What?" a short laugh left your lips, looking at the man as if he had just said something ridiculous. "I have no idea what you're talking about, I just told you I don't work here."

The man said nothing as he fumed, "whatever" he shoved his hands in his pockets before turning on his heel. You watched as he left, though before he exited through the front doors, he turned and glared at you one last time.

You blinked, furrowing your eyebrows and shaking your head, you silently questioned everything that had just happened. You weren't quite sure as to why that man was so angry, and why he took it out on you, but you figured worrying over it was worthless.

Placing your attention back on the dress you had previously been looking at, you took it off the rack. You'd keep it with you until you got to a dressing room.

"Hey! What was all that about?" House came walking up to you, Bubblegum following closely behind.

You looked at her with your eyebrow raised.

"You mean the random guy? I don't know, he had some kind of problem" you shrugged, "probably just sick or something."

"Hm.." House hummed, "he looked familiar, though I can't really put my finger on it" she placed a finger on her lip, before shrugging. "Oh well, no reason to worry about it... say did you find something you like?" House questioned, looking at the dress you had grabbed.

"Yeah, I thought it was nice, figured I'd try it on after I get done looking" you smiled.

"Why not try it on now?" House asked, looking at a few dresses that were on the rack you had previously been looking through. "I'd rather continue looking, I don't want to keep going back and forth" you shrugged, making your way past her.

You hadn't bothered to look at, or speak to Bubblegum, figuring he was in his own little world. Though you completely failed to notice the way he tried to get your attention, or the barely audible "it'd look nice on you" he had uttered under his breath.

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"I'm tired" you sighed, holding a few bags of new clothing and a few sets of lingerie. (House had convinced you to buy some). You, House, and Bubblegum slowly made your way back to the ship, wanting to drop off whatever goods you had purchased before figuring out what bar the others had gone to.

You didn't really want to go out and drink, knowing damn well you'd either say some things you'd regret or see some things that would very well piss you off. But House was adamant on getting you to stay out, claiming you deserved a good night of drinks after looking at clothes for so long.

You had begrudgingly accepted.

"You can wear that new dress of yours!" House chirped, walking alongside you with her own bags in hand. She had gotten a bit more than you, finding a few dresses and jackets she liked, along with a new pair of shoes.

"I guess" you kept walking, these boots were staring to hurt your feet.

"Come on... lighten up" House said quietly, "if you see Wire then just... ignore him, yeah?" she smiled.

"Besides!" she skipped a little farther ahead before slowing down, "you'll look hot in that dress! You'll be turning plenty of heads no doubt!" she giggled.

"Mhm.." you hummed, giving her a look, though you couldn't keep yourself from smiling.

Bubblegum remained quiet, keeping a little ways behind you and House. He couldn't really keep his eyes off of you, watching every step you took, the way your hair bounced, everything about you was just so...

Appealing?

He didn't know the word, you were just very pretty to look at, he appreciated the way you looked.

God that made him sound like a creep...

Was he a creep?

Maybe that's why you didn't pay much attention to him.

No... that's not it.. is it?

Bubblegum nearly groaned with annoyance at his thoughts, the constant overthinking was driving him insane. Why couldn't he just talk to you like a normal person? Why was he so afraid to talk to you?

He felt like no matter how hard he'd try, he'd likely screw something up and become nothing but a laughing stock.

No, that wasn't true, you weren't that mean.

You... were kind, sweet, and very very....

He felt his face flare up.

Pushing those thoughts out of his head, he quickened his pace and walked ahead of both you and House.

He needed to drop his stuff off and get to the bar.

Some heavy drinking would help all these thoughts, right? Right.

"What's up with him?" you watched as Bubblegum practically sped past both you and House. He looked flustered, was he excited for the bar or something?

"No clue" House shrugged, she didn't make any attempt to stop Bubblegum, which was slightly surprising. "Whatever, I'm sure he's fine" you hummed, "we should probably match his pace and get back to the ship before it starts getting too dark."

"I agree" House quickened her pace, you followed suit.

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"I cannot believe I let you talk me into this" you frowned.

You were wearing the dress you had bought to the bar the rest of your crewmates were currently at. Thankfully, House didn't fuss too much about you wearing your belt with it, wanting to have your guns on you just incase.

But that didn't help the fact that you didn't want to be here, showing off this much skin.

You weren't at all afraid to show your body off, not at all, you just didn't want people getting the wrong idea.

Namely one person.

And this person, just so happened to be the same person you could see clear as day sitting at one of the wide booths, surrounded by women.

House urged you to keep walking, finding a few bar stools, the both of you took a seat.

"Relax, you'll be fine, besides, it looks like he's busy anyways, he wont notice you!" she smiled.

You rolled your eyes and kept facing forward while actively fighting the urge to peak behind you. You knew it wasn't a good idea, and the thought of Wire seeing you staring at him was enough to keep you from doing so.

The last thing you wanted was for him to think you got all dressed up just to impress him.

"What do you want to drink?" House nudged you.

"Just get me whatever you're getting" you answered quickly.

Deciding to risk it, you moved your head to the side just enough to look behind you. You could see the booth Wire was sitting in, the three women surrounding him were giggling, placing their hands all over his body.

You frowned, he had left his coat on the ship.

He usually never left without it, but seeing as his goal tonight was sex, he'd need to not look as menacing.

Though now you understood why he rejected you, his type wasn't strong women.

His type was giggling whores, wanting nothing but a good lay and some cash.

Rolling your eyes and facing forward, you scoffed, of course he was into that kind of thing. The man was a pirate for crying out loud, he was into nothing but easy sex and Whores just so happened to be the easiest sex there was.

Too bad you weren't the type of person to just throw yourself at men, maybe then you would've gotten a slim chance.

Snorting at the thought, you cast those thoughts away as quickly as they came. You weren't going to put yourself down for some man that took on the appearance of a roach with that cape that hardly ever got washed.

That was a lie, he took good care of himself, you just didn't want to admit it... He always did smell good-

"Shut up" you groaned quietly to yourself, rubbing your face, you looked at House who was staring at you with a raised eyebrow.

"I told you not to pay any attention to him" House passed you your drink, "I made sure to ask for one of those little umbrellas" she giggled, "I know how much you like those."

You couldn't help but snort, "thanks" you muttered, though you did appreciate it. You liked messing with the little paper umbrellas, call it childish but it was fun.

"So...." House started, "you gunna go talk to cotton candy hair over there?" she nudged you.

"...Who..?" you gave her a strange look.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Bubblegum! Aren't you gunna go speak to him?" she motioned towards where he was sitting. You looked over towards where she was motioning and saw the man sitting with Papas, Mosh, and Boogie. The four of them were talking about something, though you couldn't hear what, but it appeared as if Bubblegum was having a good time.

"No, I'm not" you took a small sip from your drink and scrunched your nose at the taste. "He's having a good time with those three, not gunna go over and ruin that" you shrugged, "besides, I'm comfortable right here."

House rolled her eyes, "suit yourself" she sighed, "I'm going to go and talk to Hip real quick, I'll be back in a couple, okay?" she slid off of the stool, taking her drink with her. You waved a quick goodbye as she disappeared into the crowd of people.

Focusing back on your drink, you silently stirred its contents around with the small, decorative umbrella you had. You were slightly tempted to steal another look at Wire again, but you stopped yourself upon feeling a presence behind you.

You frowned.

Surely it wasn't Wire, was it?

Had he been watching you this whole time? Did he even know it was you?

Whoever it was, they took the seat House had previously been sitting in. You couldn't see their face, as it was obscured by the large hood they had. Though you did notice that they already had a drink in their hand, and judging from the color, you assumed it was similar to the one House had gotten for you. Maybe it was a popular drink?

Before you could ask them what they wanted, they left as quickly as they had appeared, slipping off the stool and disappearing into the crowd.

You suddenly felt very uneasy.

Where was house?

You looked all over, trying to see if you could see the blue haired woman, you had no luck.

"Dammit" you muttered under your breath, deciding to swallow your pride, you turned around on your seat and tried your hardest to not look at Wire.

You were sure she was somewhere in this bar, she wouldn't have just left you behind, right?

Despite telling yourself to not look at Wire, you found yourself staring right at the booth he was currently sitting in. The three women that were still surrounding him had gotten even closer, one of them was perched right on his lap.

All worry of the mysterious man and where House had gone had gone out of the window as you watched that same woman look your way. A smug smile stretched her lips, and she made a point to grab at Wires face, laying a small kiss against his lips.

You tried to swallow your anger, to pretend that that didn't bother you.

But no matter how much you tried to deny it, you knew it bothered you deeply.

Breathing in, and breathing out, you tried to control your anger as best as you could. No matter how much you wanted to get up and pull that nasty bitch by her hair, you didn't want to give Wire a show a show he'd enjoy.

Setting your drink down, you slid off of your chair and smoothed down your dress.

A flirtatious smile graced your lips as you waltzed over towards Wire and the three women, keeping your eyes on the woman still perched on his lap, you made sure to put on your best act.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing with a man like this?" you smirked, looking her up and down. "Trust me, he's not that good in bed, I would know" you giggled, indicating with your fingers that he was small.

The woman furrowed her eyebrows, glancing at Wire, she looked back at you.

"I'm just wanting you to get your nights worth... you wont get much with him" you motioned towards Wire. "If you really want a good time..." looking over your shoulder, you pointed towards Killer.

"You see that blonde man over there? With the mask? He's a much better fuck" you chuckled, "and he'll pay for drinks."

Offering your hand to the woman, she gave one last glance towards Wire before giving you a coy smile. Taking your hand, you lifted her up and walked her over towards Killer, who said nothing.

Waving the girl goodbye, you turned and watched with monumental glee as the other women surrounding Wire got up and left, making their way towards Killer.

Making your way back towards Wire, you gave him a look, "rejection sure does sting, doesn't it?" you smirked as you made your way towards the exit. You could see his anger as clear as day, the way he flexed his jaw, you might as well have dug your own grave.

Oh well.

Leaving the bar, you let out a shaky breath.

"Fucking hell" you shivered, you were so so dead.

Deciding not to stick around for long, you started your walk back to the ship. You'd at least get some peace and quiet there, maybe drink a bit more before going to sleep. You knew you'd likely have to face hell tomorrow, as Wire was definitely going to beat your ass for ruining his one night of sexual release.

You knew it was a petty thing to do, but at the given moment? You really couldn't have given less of a shit.

You were sick of parading around trying to impress a man who didn't want you.

Besides, there was other fish in the sea.

Bubblegum momentarily popped up in your head, you quickly pushed that thought away.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you continued on forward. It was hard to remember where the ship was, it didn't quite help that it was nearly pitch black out save for the few street lights dotting the street you walked down.

You figured with a bit of walking, that you'd find it eventually.

Though, as you continued on, you could hear the sound of footsteps following behind you.

Maybe Wire decided to follow you out?

You hoped that wasn't the case.

Or maybe it was that weird guy who had sat next to you for less than a minute...

If that was the case, you had (hopefully) a better chance at making it out alive.

Listening to their footsteps, you realized it couldn't be Wire, their footsteps were heavy, but not nearly as heavy as Wires.

So it was that weird guy... maybe?

Slowly uncrossing your arms, you lowered them to your two pistols that you had sitting in holsters strapped to your belt. Pulling them out as quickly as you could, you turned on your heel and aimed towards the person following you.

"You best have good reason for following me-" your words came to an abrupt halt as an annoyed sigh left your lips. "Bubblegum, what the fuck are you doing?" you questioned, putting your guns away, you crossed your arms over your chest.

He stood there, looking everywhere but at you as he begun to whistle.

With your annoyance growing, you whipped out one of your pistols and pointed it towards his feet. Shooting at the ground, you prompted an almost girlish scream from the blue haired man.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you! I saw you leave, y-you looked pretty upset! So I just- I... figured I'd come out and try to comfort you!" he whimpered, taking a few cautionary steps back as he eyed the hole in the ground.

He let out another whimper as he realized just how close he was to earning a hole in his foot.

"Comfort me?" you snorted, "I don't know where you got such a funny idea from but I don't need comforting" you placed a hand on your hip. "But what I do need is for you to stop being a fucking creep and following me when it's pitch black out."

"Calling me a creep is a bit far don't you think...?" he rubbed the back of his neck, "I was just trying to watch over a fellow crewmate-" he stopped talking once he saw you raise your pistol once again.

"Okay- okay! I'll just... walk besides you then, yeah?" he watched you, clearly nervous.

"Why exactly are you so keen on following me" you frowned, "you should know I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, I wouldn't be a Kid pirate if I wasn't."

"Well- I-" he sputtered, his nervousness growing. "I just wanted to make sure you get back safe! I don't think it's safe for you to be alone, especially not... here" he looked around, grimacing.

You glanced around, the streets were in fact very dirty, you weren't very surprised.

A sigh left your lips as you looked back at Bubblegum, it was clear he wasn't going to leave you alone, though you supposed the company would be nice. "Fine.. yeah, whatever" you put your gun back in its holster and waved your hand, motioning for him to follow.

"So you were watching me?" you kept walking as you talked, you could see Bubblegum following next to you. "Well- yes and no" he chuckled, you supposed it was some kind of nervous tic of his. "It was hard not to watch after the commotion you made" he couldn't help but let a laugh slip past.

"Sorry" he covered his mouth, "It's just... you left Wire pretty upset back there, don't think I've ever seen him that angry before... What exactly did you do?" he asked.

"None of your business" you answered simply.

"Well, whatever it was, I figured you could also use some company seeing as everyone else was.. well.. occupied" he chuckled again.

"So, in other words, your actual intent was following me out here for sex?" you stopped and looked at him with a glare.

"Wha? no, no! Not at all!" he put his hands hands up, "did it really come off as me asking that?"

"I'm giving you shit" you shook your head and chuckled.

"But I am curious, why didn't you just stay at the bar? I'm sure you would've had a blast, there was plenty of women in search of a good time." you looked at him.

"I wanted to make sure you were safe" he answered honestly, "and I'm not really into the whole buying fake love thing" he looked down at you. "I prefer something more real, less... forced?" he shrugged. "I just don't like getting involved with that kind of stuff to put it simply."

You hummed, you really weren't one to judge a person based on their preferences; but it was strange that Bubblegum, a member of the Kid pirates, wasn't into that kind of stuff.

"That's a little strange, given the crew you're apart of, usually all of the men on the ship would jump at the first opportunity to get their dick wet" you snorted. "Are you saving yourself for marriage or something?"

Bubblegum let out a bark of laughter, "no no, not at all, I'm far from being a virgin" he continued to giggle. You couldn't help but smile, you liked the way his laugh sounded.

"I'm just waiting until the right person comes along, man or woman, it doesn't really matter to me" he shrugged.

"So..." you waved your hand in a circle, trying to get an actual answer out of him. "Is there someone you've got your eyes on?" you knew it was a sudden and rather invasive question, but you couldn't help but let curiosity get the better of you.

Despite House practically forcing you to hang around Bubblegum, you really didn't know a lot about the man. You knew he liked playing cards and styling his hair, along with alcohol, but that was pretty much it.

Not to mention his obsession with collecting shiny things.

But you had to admit, you liked talking to him.

"Not particularly" Bubblegum answered, he didn't seem at all off put by your person question. "There's a few good looking people in our crew, I'll admit that, but... yeah" he laughed nervously.

"That bit of laughter tells me otherwise" you smiled, "but I wont sit here and interrogate it out of you, truthfully it's none of my business."

"I'd rather word just.. didn't get around, I wouldn't want trouble starting up" he muttered, "not that I don't think telling them is worth it, I just... you get what I mean, right?"

"I do, yes" you chuckled.

Continuing forward, you sighed "so.. you wanna go to the kitchen and chill in there once we get to the ship? I know where Reck keeps his secret stash of alcohol."

Bubblegum let out a hum, "why not" he shrugged, "might as well dig each others graves afterwards though, Reck is pretty serious about people touching his stuff."

You couldn't help but snort, "we can just blame it on the rats, besides, he'll be too drunk to notice until later."

"Everyone will be too drunk to notice" Bubblegum corrected.

"Right" you chuckled.

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Sitting in the kitchen and talking with Bubblegum had led you to realize that you quite enjoyed his company. He had a nice atmosphere around him, he was funny, and no matter the topic he somehow managed to make it all sound interesting. You found yourself curious as to how it took you this long to realize he wasn't that bad.

The both of you had been sitting for what felt like hours, giggling and joking about various things while you took turns sipping from the bottle of alcohol you had acquired (stole) from Recks' secret stash.

Thankfully, you haven't drank nearly as much as you thought you would've, keeping yourself somewhat sober.

"So..." Bubblegum slurred, placing his hands on the table he watched you, "what happened with Wire back at the bar?" he questioned.

You looked at him with a frown before sighing, you really didn't want to talk about it, but you knew in your drunken state you wouldn't be able to keep it in for long. "It's a long story" you hummed, rubbing the side of your face.

Everything was spinning as you rested your head on your hand.

The mood seemed to have taken a one-eighty as you thought back on everything that had happened, and suddenly you found yourself silently thanking Reck and his talent for making awful alcohol that fucked you up quick. It left you feeling ballsy enough to talk about what had happened with someone who could easily go behind your back.

You let out another drawn out sigh before stretching your arms out.

"Basically..." you started, "I had feelings for the asshole, told him how I felt, and he practically spat on me and my feelings" you wiped your face, a deep frown stretched your lips. "He ended up just kind of... ignoring me? Well, I ignored him for the most part, all because I had my feelings hurt..."

"But he kept trying to talk to me, kept trying to approach me, all this other shit, and I just continued to pretend that he didn't exist" you shrugged. "I know it was childish on my part, hell, it was extremely childish but I just..." you groaned, placing your arms on the table, you laid your head down.

You had no clue how you were able to speak that well after drinking so much, it had to be a superpower of sorts.

"I ended up ruining his night because I was jealous that he was letting some tramp crawl him like a tree.." you pouted, thinking back on it.

Looking up at Bubblegum, you watched as he attempted to process your words. You felt a bit bad, the man was already drunk off his ass and you practically word vomited all over him.

He slowly nodded his head, "I... understand, for the most part."

"Sorry" you continued to watch him with lidded eyes, you were growing tired, "probably shouldn't have just dumped all of that on you."

"It's okay" Bubblegum shrugged, "but damn that does suck" he giggled, "sorry, I don't mean to laugh at that."

You couldn't help but snort as you began laughing, "You're good, but uh... you do know we're gunna be in a world of trouble tomorrow right?"

"It-it's okay" Bubblegum hiccupped, "we can just throw the bottle overboard and go to bed, yeah? no harm no-" he covered his mouth, eyes going wide he practically jumped up from his seat and made a line towards the trash can.

Grimacing, you watched as his body tensed, the horrible sounds of him retching along with wet noise filling the trash bag was enough to sober you up quick. Getting up from your own seat, you made you way over to him and rubbed his back. "I think that's enough or the night" you looked down at him with worry, "let me grab you some water and a napkin or two..."

You were about to search for a clean cup before feeling one of his gloved hands wrap around your wrist. "I-I'm fine, just..." he placed a hand over his stomach and groaned, "what the fuck does reck put in that shit?" he weakly laughed.

"Probably something fucked, you know how he is" you couldn't help but chuckle.

Standing from his hunched position, he grabbed a small stack of nearby napkins and wiped his mouth. Leaning back against the wall, he let out a deep sigh, "Okay, I think- I think I'm okay... fuck that hurt."

"You wanna call it a night?" you looked up at him.

"Yeah, uh... no, not... not really" he looked down at you.

You felt your face flush red, you knew it was probably the alcohol speaking, but the way he was looking down at you was...

Get a hold of yourself.

The man just threw up everything in his stomach and you're having dirty thoughts?

Shame on you.

Laughing nervously, you looked away from him and tried to put a little distance between the both of you before realizing he still had his hand around your wrist. You felt heat flare up throughout your body as you realized how large his hand was compared to you.

You tried to reason with yourself, to talk yourself out of the idea of having him come to your room when you were both very clearly under the influence of alcohol. But it was so tempting, he was right there, quite literally looking ready to pounce on you within a seconds notice.

Was doing this truly wrong? You've known Bubblegum for a while... Was it wrong to have feelings like this? Especially when you're still getting over Wire?

Was it a good idea?

You decided last second that whatever awful choice you were about to make was whole heartedly worth it.

"Should we call it a-"

"Would... you like to come to my room?" you questioned, cutting him off.

You felt like you had been reduced down to nothing but a blushing school-girl with a simple crush as you looked at the floor.

"I have cards n' stuff..." you continued, "and I can help you get cleaned up and everything.."

Bubblegum watched you with wide eyes, seemingly surprised by your sudden offer.

He found himself questioning if it were a good idea, the idea of anything happening while both you and himself were drunk... what if you ended up hating him tomorrow? What if you regret it?

Bubblegum stuffed those thoughts deep down, it wasn't as if anything sexual was going to happen, shame on him for assuming such things. You were just being a good friend and offering a night of games, along with a helpful hand in getting him all cleaned up... That surely wouldn't lead to anything.. right?

"Sure" Bubblegum answered, he tried his best to control his breathing, he didn't want to risk popping a boner over some indecent thoughts when you were just trying to be a friend.

A friend....

Right.

You perked up, "I'll get everything cleaned up real quick, then we can head to my room" you gave him a wide smile as you got started wiping the table.

Bubblegum helped with cleaning up a bit of the trash, and pretty soon the kitchen was back in the state Killer had left it in. "Alright, come on" you waved him towards the door before quietly exiting.

Bubblegum followed you out as you practically skipped towards your room, he knew this newfound giddiness was from the alcohol still in your system, but it was nice seeing you this happy.

Continuing to follow after you, he heard what sounded like footsteps approaching. Looking over his shoulder he felt his heart drop to his gut as he watched Wire make his way onto the ship.

Bubblegum was quick to pretend as if he didn't see the tall and rather terrifying man, but he could certainly feel his glare piercing him. He knew he fucked up, he was definitely going to get some kind of punishment tomorrow.

He'd have to explain to Wire that nothing had happened, just a simple sleepover.

He'd believe that, right?

Silently praying that his death is at least quick, Bubblegum followed you as you opened the door to your room, and slipped inside.

Though before he entered, he peered over his shoulder one last time just to see Wire still watching him.

He was so dead.

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This was... awkward.

Bubblegum sat in your room with you as you looked everywhere for the deck of cards you swore you had in your room. You had promised him up and down that you had a few decks, you were sure you did, you kept them stashed away in one of your clothing drawers.

"Fuck" you whined, angrily shoving pants back into one of the pulled out drawers, you sighed. "I'm sorry Bubblegum, I swore I had a few decks but I guess not..." you frowned.

"It's alright" Bubblegum shrugged, "I can just go and get-" he stopped himself, suddenly remembering the very angry Wire that was aboard the ship, he really didn't want to bump into him.

"I think I left my deck at the bar" Bubblegum lied.

"No matter" you waved your hand and sighed again, "we can just uhh..." you tried to think, but absolutely nothing came to mind.

"Why don't we call it a night?" Bubblegum questioned, more than ready to fall asleep on the floor and get this night over with. It wasn't that he was annoyed with you, not by any means, he was just terrified of what tomorrow would bring, and he just wanted to get it over with.

"There is... one thing" you looked at him.

"And that is...?" Bubblegum looked at you.

"Well, I mean, we both stink so" you shrugged, "we could shower together."

Bubblegum practically choked on his saliva, sitting up quickly on the floor, he put his hands up. "I don't think that's a good idea, you're drunk ___, you- you're not thinking correctly."

"I'm not drunk though" you looked at him, a frown on your face.

"Still I don't think-"

"You're not denying the idea though" you purred, taking a step closer to him.

Bubblegum felt his face flare, the idea of being naked with you in a tub filled with steaming water was more than tempting but his thoughts kept going back to Wire, and that look he received from him.

He truly looked pissed.

But he was going to be pissed off either way, whether something happens or not. He might as well take up the opportunity, for all he knew something nice could come of it, like you giving him a chance.

The idea of being with you sounded nice.

Too nice to pass up.

"Fine" Bubblegum answered, looking at you.

You let out a noise, clearly delighted at the fact that Bubblegum agreed. Leaning down to grab his arm, you had him stand up before dragging him towards your bathroom.

------

The sound of running water drowned out the string of whimpers that left Bubblegums lips as your hands roamed his body.

Truthfully, Bubblegum wasn't expecting things to take a turn this quickly, not that he was complaining. He had been so careful as to not make you uncomfortable, even going as far as to keeping his back turned as you got undressed.

But it seemed you weren't uncomfortable at all, in fact it seemed like you were thoroughly enjoying yourself as you lathered soap against his body.

Bubblegum couldn't help himself at that point, feeling your hands trailing up and down his body, it was enough to send him into a frenzy. He struggled to keep himself under control, the way his cock throbbed so painfully as you grazed his v-line, getting oh so close but not nearly close enough.

He wanted you to do as you pleased, but this? This was just straight torture.

"Are you alright?" You asked sweetly, leaving a small kiss against his spine as you ran your soapy hands over his chest. Bubblegum swallowed, "yes- I'm fine" he answered, trying to keep himself still.

He felt one of your hands dip down once again, this time going farther than his V-line. He tried to hold in the moan that threatened to leave his lips, but he couldn't keep from allowing his body to jerk as you wrapped a soapy hand around his shaft.

A shudder ran throughout his body as you slowly pumped his cock, he reached forward, placing a hand on the shower wall. He was desperately clinging to any resolve he had.

You smiled against his back as you continued, loving the reactions you were getting out of the man. "Is this too much?" you cooed.

Bubblegum opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a shaky moan as you squeezed him. "Yes? No? Should I stop?" you feigned concern, though you didn't give him time to answer as you removed your hand from him and stepped away.

Bubblegum let out a noise, one akin to a deep whine as he silently protested you leaving him high and dry. He turned to look at you, desperation in his eyes he reached for you, but you took another step back.

"I need to clean myself off, why don't you get out and get dried off?" you smiled at him.

"But-" Bubblegum looked at you as if you had just kicked him away.

"Go" you shooed him away, "get yourself washed off, I'll be out in a couple, m'kay?"

He stared at you for a few moments, as if contemplating something before finally washing himself down and stepping out. He seemed upset.

Which was exactly what you were wanting.

You wanted to see just how riled up you could get him, whether he goes through with fucking you silly or not, you knew you'd find out.

-------

It took about ten minutes for you to get finished, having pulled on nothing but an oversized T-shirt, you made your way towards the door.

Turning off the light and stepping out, you realized the lights in your bedroom had been turned off, leaving it pitch black. "Bubblegum?" you called out, you swore you had left the top light on, was Bubblegum already asleep?

Apart of you felt bad for teasing him, maybe you should've held back.

Feeling around, you found your bed and ran your hands over it, "...Bubblegum?" you whispered. You didn't feel him in the bed, in fact the blankets still felt as smoothed out as you had left them when you made your bed this morning.

Hearing the floor creak behind you, you had no time to react before a hand found itself at the back of your neck. "Shh" Bubblegum shushed you as you tried to push back against him. "Bubblegum?! What are you-"

Your muffled words were cut off as he forced you further up onto the bed. Feeling his free hand wrap underneath you, he wrapped it around your throat and lifted you against him. The position was slightly awkward as he held you there, "you move and I leave" he muttered in your ear.

"You've teased me far too much tonight, ___" he growled, "do you think it's funny? Toying with me like this?"

He kept his one hand against your throat, and used his other to grasp at your hip, keeping you steady against him. "I'm tired of being starved, ___" you could feel his cock throbbing against your backside.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about-" you choked out a reply, "I don't understand."

"You don't understand?" Bubblegum breathed, the feeling of his breath tickling your ear caused a shiver to run through your body. You weren't sure where this was coming from, or why he was acting like this, but you knew you couldn't sit here and say you weren't enjoying it.

"You make me feel like I am going crazy" he said lowly, "you sit here and promise me such wonderful things, and then you take it all away just when I think I'm capable of obtaining it all..." he left a small kiss against your shoulderblade as he spoke.

"Tell me, ___, do you know how unfair that is?" he tightened his grip against your throat, "it's cruel, you're cruel."

"What do you-" you shuddered, you could feel the heat between your legs growing.

"I think you know exactly what I mean" Bubblegum spoke softly, "and I think it's only fair if I return the favor" you felt his hand leave your hip and slowly dip down. Arching against him, a stifled whimper left your lips as he slowly dragged his fingers over your slick cunt.

"Bubblegum" you moaned quietly as he inserted two of fingers inside of you, curling them at just the right angle you jerked against him. He continued to curl his fingers, "should I keep going?" he questioned, "p-please" you whimpered.

He let out a soft chuckle before removing his hands from you all together. You clenched your thighs together, desperate to feel something as he took a step away. "Wha-? No- no please-" you whimpered, turning around on the bed, you faced him. "Bubblegum please-"

"Oh? You want me to continue?" he mused, your eyes had adjusted enough to see him looking down at you, a cocky smirk stretched his lips.

"Please" you begged, staring up at him with pleading eyes.

Bubblegum stared down at you, truthfully he knew he couldn't hold onto this whole facade much longer. He was aching to be inside of you, it was a miracle he managed to hold out this long.

"Hands and knees then" he made a twirling motion with his finger, "make sure you take off your shirt, and keep quiet, yeah? Don't need to be waking anyone on the ship." He knew there wasn't anyone else on this ship except for you, himself, and Wire.

But you didn't need to know that.

He watched as you quickly obliged, removing your shirt and getting into position, Bubblegum almost laughed at how quick you were. He hadn't expected you to give in so easily, truthfully, he thought you were more of a dominant person, but clearly he was wrong.

You were more than happy to be used and thrown around.

And he was happy to give you just that as he was far too impatient tonight to take his time with you. "If I hurt you, let me know" he spoke softly as he positioned himself behind you. Grabbing his cock, he rubbed it against your cunt, coating himself with your wetness.

You let out soft mewls, trying your best to keep quiet as Bubblegum pushed his tip inside of you. He barely gave you a moment to adjust as he slammed his hips forward, forcing himself into you in one swift motion.

You arched, letting out a loud cry, Bubblegum cursed under his breath at both the feeling of you wrapped around him and how loud you were.

"To hell with it" he groaned quietly, he knew no matter how hard he tried he wouldn't be able to keep you quiet. At this point, he didn't quite care if Wire heard you, in fact he wanted Wire to hear you.

He wanted Wire to know how badly he fumbled by rejecting you.

His arrogance was truly going to be the death of him.

Grabbing your hips, he wasted no time setting a rough pace as he fucked into you. He let out deep groans as he felt your cunt wrap and flutter around him, he wished he had made a move on you sooner because gods did you feel good.

"Fuck- ___" he growled, lowering himself against you, he placed his chest against your back as he practically rutted against you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the feeling, drool was beginning to collect at the corner of your mouth, and you already felt close to tipping over the edge.

"Bubblegum, I'm gunna-" you cried out.

Bubblegum shuddered against you as you throbbed around him, your cunt tightening over his cock as you came. He cursed under his breath, lifting himself off of you, he gripped at your hips as his thrusts stalled for a moment.

You whined, feeling him slowly pull out of you.

Lowering himself, he left small kisses against the inside of your thighs as he got closer and closer to your cunt. He wanted to keep going, but he knew if he did he wouldn't last nearly as long as he wanted to.

Using his thumbs to spread your lips, he wasted no time tasting you.

A long, drawn out moan was ripped from your throat as Bubblegum ran his tongue flat over you, lapping up every bit of your wetness. You gripped at the bedsheets, trying your best to keep yourself still as he practically made a meal out of you.

He groaned against you, his hands digging into your ass, he couldn't help himself as he reached down and began pumping his cock. He wanted to wait, he wanted to make this moment last, but he just couldn't.

Not when he's waited so long.

He felt himself drawing near his end, removing himself from you, he grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your back. A surprised cry left your lips as he placed both of your legs onto his shoulders.

Thrusting back into you with one quick motion, he practically melted at the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him once again. Your warmth and tightness was enough to almost sling-shot him towards his release.

"Doing so good" he groaned, starting up a quick pace, he bent himself forward, pushing your legs against your chest, he pushed his cock deeper into you. You watched him with lidded eyes, your face contorted with pleasure, he couldn't do anything other than watch.

"Don't know how I waited this long" Bubblegum shuddered, "y'feel so good."

Your eyes fluttered shut as you tipped over the edge once again, your cunt fluttered and throbbed around him, easing him into his own orgasm. He gripped the bedsheets as he gave one last final thrust before cumming.

He slowly laid his head down against your chest, attempting to control his breathing, he could still feel you throbbing around his slowly softening cock.

Slowly lowering your legs from his shoulders, Bubblegum slid his arms underneath you and lifted you against him. "I think another shower is overdue" he chuckled.

You hummed against him, wrapping your arms around his neck, you laid your head against his shoulder.

------

A soft, tired groan left you as you slowly sat up on your bed. You had little to no recollection of what happened last night aside from dragging Bubblegum to your room after he got sick. "Mm.." you stretched, letting out another groan, you yawned.

"Bubblegum?" you spoke as you yawned, covering your mouth, you looked around your room.

Was he sleeping on the floor?

You slowly lifted yourself crawling towards the end of your bed, you didn't see Bubblegum at all. You questioned if he left the room, maybe he was in the bathroom?

You got up to check, feeling a strange soreness in between your legs, the memories of last night finally dawned on you. A deep blush traveled up your neck and face, leaving you a deep red as you lifted your shirt.

Looking down at your body you could see the various small bruises he left against you.

You felt like jumping overboard from pure embarrassment.

But...

Where was he?

You momentarily pushed the thoughts of what had happened last night aside, finding Bubblegum was your first priority.

Opening up your bathroom, you switched on the light and looked around.

"Bubblegum...?" you called again, you were beginning to get worried.

Did he leave?

Opening up your closet, you felt your heart slowly sink at the realization that he only wanted you for a one night stand.

Shaking your head, you pushed that thought away. That couldn't be the case, Bubblegum wasn't like that.

A knock on your door sounded, startling you from your thoughts, you quickly made your way back to your bed and covered your legs. "What is it?" you yelled, wincing at how awful your voice sounded.

The door to your room slowly opened, and your small smile slowly turned into a frown as Wire made his way inside. "So you really are making a whore out of yourself" he chuckled.

"What the fuck do you want" you scowled, glaring at him as he closed your bedroom door behind himself. "Well?" you frowned, crossing your arms over your chest.

"You're not going to answer my question?" he hummed, raising an eyebrow. He looked bored as ever, but his eyes held a glint of something you couldn't quite put your finger on.

"What question?" you snorted, "you putting me down for having an actual relationship was a question? I thought it was just you being an asshole."

Wire frowned, you watched as he looked around your room, as if searching for something.

"An actual relationship huh?" he focused back onto you, you could hear the hint of laughter in his voice. "You do realize Bubblegum is known for his... flings, right?" he snickered.

You felt your heart drop even further, but you refused to give Wire any sort of reaction. "And what do you know exactly? As far as I'm concerned you have flings all the time... and since when do you involve yourself with other peoples' business?"

Wires frown deepened further, setting his jaw he looked at you with a hint of anger. "I'm just trying to stop you from getting hurt, we're crewmates we're supposed to look out and care for eachother-"

"Oh" you laughed bitterly, "that is rich coming from you, acting like you care after rejecting me and then going out for a nice night of debauchery! Right.." you scoffed.

"Just get your nose out of my business and get your ass out of my room, thanks."

Wire glared down at you, "you don't get to speak to me like that" he growled. "I am your superior, and I expect you to treat me with respect" he practically spat.

Anger swelled in your chest as you watched him loom over you. You didn't understand why he was acting like this, why was it any of his business? Did he have feelings for Bubblegum? Was he jealous?

It would make sense as to why he didn't want you with him.

You couldn't help but snort at the thought, immediately covering your mouth, you looked up at Wire with both fear and amusement.

"What?" he looked at you, you could see the vein in his forehead popping, he was pissed.

"Are you trying to prevent me from getting with Bubblegum because you like him?" you let a small laugh slip through. "I didn't realize you swung that way-"

"Say that again and I will have you tossed overboard" he practically snarled, taking a step forward, he grabbed your shirt and lifted you.

You tried to grab hold of the blanket covering your legs, but it was far too late.

Wire glanced down, his eyes going wide for just a moment as he spotted the various bruises against your inner thighs.

"S-so am I right?" you stuttered, trying to bring his focus away from your thighs.

His frown deepened further, dragging you closer to him, you could feel his breath fanning your face.

You kept your eyes on him, hoping and praying that he wouldn't make any kind of comment.

He looked as if he were contemplating something as he opened his mouth to speak. Shaking his head, he 'tsked' before dropping you back onto your bed.

Turning on his heel, he left your bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

You watched the door for a moment longer, covering your legs back up you tried to comprehend what had just happened.

------

It had been a few days after your night with Bubblegum, and Wires... tantrum.

At least you thought it was a tantrum.

The ship hadn't pulled away from the brothel island, much to your disappointment. Kid made it known that the crew would be docked for upwards of a week, you had no idea why, nor did you want to find out.

Kid probably had some whore he's taken a liking to.

Disregarding that thought, you hadn't really left your room since the whole thing with Bubblegum. You'd only invited House into your room, who seemed just as upset.

She hadn't seen much of Bubblegum either, the man seemed to just vanish.

But despite this, House tried her best to try and coax you out of your room, stating that some daylight and fresh air would be good for you.

In the end you gave in and did exactly as she asked.

Pulling on a nice and simple dress, you left the ship and figured a walk around the island wouldn't hurt. It was broad daylight, no one would assume anything, at least you hoped not.

Making your way through the town, you admired a few of the buildings. They may have been bars or strip clubs, but their architecture was stunning. You could hear the music and shouting of plenty of people from various buildings, it seemed no matter the time of day, it was a constant party.

It reminded you of your crew.

A small smile graced your lips, you loved your crew but...

Thoughts about Wire and Bubblegum swirled in your mind, was it worth staying if you were just going to constantly keep getting hurt? You didn't want to stay in a crew that was set out on emotionally abusing you.

Shaking your head, you pushed those thoughts away. How silly of you to even think about leaving a crew that cherishes you, despite the way Bubblegum and Wire have treated you, it would be childish to leave over something as miniscule as that.

You focused back on your walk, looking around, you realized you were being followed.

What kind of idiot would follow a woman in broad daylight?

You sighed, rolling your eyes, you reached for your guns.

"Wha..?" you looked down at your waist, feeling the color drain from your face you realized you had forgotten to bring your guns with you.

Continuing your pace, you started looking around, hoping to catch a glimpse of at least one of your crewmates. The streets were almost barren, save for a few people entering and exiting various bars.

You could feel anxiety swirling in your gut as you tried to weigh the possibilities of fighting back, the person following you was most likely a man.

You had no idea how strong he was, did he have a weapon? Did he have anyone helping him? You tried glancing behind you, catching a glimpse, you realized he didn't appear to be strong.

Appearances can be deceiving.

"Fuck" you muttered under your breath.

You really didn't have any other choice but to rely on someone to help you, you knew you weren't going to be strong enough to fight off this person, especially if you didn't have a weapon.

You silently cursed yourself for being dumb enough to leave your guns behind.

Walking a little faster, you could hear the person behind you speeding up.

You were growing frantic at this point.

Searching around, you caught a glimpse of blue hair leaving some kind of bar, you felt relief run through your body.

It was Heat!

You broke out into a full sprint, hearing the man behind you yell out, you could hear him not far behind. He was hot on your heels as you made your way towards Heat, but the closer you got, the more you realized it wasn't Heat.

It was Bubblegum.

And he was with Wire.

Somehow, you felt your heart drop even lower at the idea of going to them for help. You wanted to turn the other way, to look for Killer, or Kid, or someone that wasn't the two people you didn't want to see right now.

However you knew you didn't have a choice.

You could practically feel the mans' breath on the back of your neck, pushing yourself to go faster, you just barely closed the distance between yourself and both men before a searing pain ripped down your forearm.

A pained cry left your lips as a hand grasped at your other arm, yanking you back. Attempting to push the man away, you felt a cold shiver run down your spine as you caught a glimpse of a blade being raised above your head.

Your eyes widened as time seemed to slow down, the terror and realization that death was immanent felt as if you were falling into freezing cold water.

Opening your mouth, you tried to call out to Wire, to Bubblegum, to whoever, but to no avail as words failed to make it past your lips.

A sudden flash of black whizzed past, you felt the mans' grip leave your arm. "___!" Bubblegum called out, pulling you away. He held you against himself as you watched Wire with wide eyes, witnessing him bring his trident down onto the man who had been chasing you. Closing your eyes, you grimaced at the awful sound of his trident impaling the man, the gruesome squelch and crack was enough to leave you feeling sick.

Slowly lowering you to the ground, Bubblegum held onto you as you opened your eyes.

Wire kept his Trident in the mans' chest as he knelt down and roughly removed his hood. You felt your heart stop as you recognized his face. "That...-" you stopped, trying to keep yourself from coughing, the burning in your chest made it hard to breathe.

"Bubblegum get her inside, her arm needs medical attention" Wire spoke, lifting his trident from the mans' chest. "What about all of this? Kid'll-" Bubblegum started, his face just as pale as yours as he pulled you up from the ground.

"I'll deal with it, get her inside" he looked at Bubblegum, you could see the vein in his head popping, you knew he was angry.

Bubblegum slowly pulled you away, leading you towards a hotel.

-------

Sitting in a hotel room with a bandaged arm, sore legs, and a pair of burning lungs wasn't on your to-do list for the day, but neither was sitting with Bubblegum and a rather pissed off Wire.

Having curled up on the rather comfortable bed, you looked between both men as they stared at you. "Do you have to stare?" you questioned, feeling quite uncomfortable with the fact that neither of them have looked away after what felt like ten minutes.

"Sorry.." Bubblegum muttered, looking at the ground.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" Wire cut in suddenly, causing you to look right at him. You raised an eyebrow, "what do you mean?'

"Leaving the ship without your guns? Going on a walk on an island that's notorious for this type of shit, do you realize how much trouble you could've been in if me and Bubblegum weren't there to help?" He stood from his seat, glaring down at you.

"So me getting chased and hurt is my fault, right..." you chuckled bitterly, looking away from the man, you frowned.

"You're putting words into my mouth" Wire sneered, "not once did I say it was your fault, I just thought you would've taken caution."

"I'm not some damsel in distress, I know how to take care of myself" you looked back at Wire, you felt your blood beginning to boil.

"Clearly not" he shook his head, "if you knew how to take care of yourself, you wouldn't have been running for help in the first place!"

You said nothing, deciding to stare out of the singular window in the room, you tried to fight back the sudden urge to cry. It felt like Wire was blaming you for what had happened, surely that wasn't the case right? You wanted to go out for some fresh air, to get your mind off of everything that had happened, you didn't ask to get chased and nearly killed.

"Who was he" Wire spoke up, gaining your attention, "you looked like you recognized the man chasing you, so who was he?"

"Why does it matter?" you felt your throat burning as tears threatened to spill, "you gunna sit there and tell me it's my fault for knowing him?"

"You're being childish"

"And you're being an asshole!" you yelled at him.

"How?! For caring about you? For not wanting you to get hurt?!" Wire raised his voice, "you could've gotten killed, ___" he took a step closer toward you.

Giving Wire an incredulous look, you let out a bitter laugh, "caring about me? Does me nearly getting killed somehow magically make room for me in that heart of yours? Fuck you Wire" you sneered.

"I'm going back to the ship" you got up from the bed.

Pushing past Wire, you barely made it a step further before he grabbed your good arm and ripped you backwards. "You're not leaving this room" he growled, pushing you back onto the bed.

"Wire" Bubblegum spoke up, "step out for a second, I want to talk to her."

Wire stared at Bubblegum for a moment before looking back down at you.

He clicked his tongue, "be quick about it then" he turned on his heel and left the room.

You were partially surprised that Wire even listened to Bubblegum.

"___" Bubblegum snapped you out of your thoughts, taking a step closer to you, you glared at him. "So you two are all buddy buddy now?" you scoffed, "good to know."

"It's not like that" Bubblegum tried to keep his voice low, not wanting to cause even more of a ruckus. "I know you're upset with me for leaving after..." he trailed off, you knew exactly what he was referring to.

"For ditching me after our wonderful night of romance? I don't even want to hear it" you crossed your arms.

"Will you please just listen?" Bubblegum whined, "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, I really didn't, but as soon as I woke up that morning I had left to get some new clothes and-" he abruptly stopped before sighing.

"I ran into Wire, he was absolutely livid that I had spent the night with you."

"So in other words you ended up ditching me in order to make Wire happy" you stared at him, "why don't you just save yourself some time and leave? I'm no longer interested in you, and I'm not interested in wire... So just leave it at that."

Bubblegum looked hurt for a moment before frowning, "that's a lie and you know it."

"So what if it is? Why does it matter? It's clear neither of you want a relationship so why do you care so much?"

"But we do want a relationship" he looked at you, exasperated.

"What?"

"We want a relationship with you, we both want to be with you it's just, we- we want to share you" his face grew a few shades red upon confessing.

"Hold on, where- where is this coming from?" you stood up from the bed, "you mean to tell me that you both, as in you and Wire, want to share me?" you couldn't help but feel confused, they weren't trying to fuck with you were they?

"Yes! That's exactly it, I-"

"Can I just...." you sighed, rubbing at your temples, "can I have a moment please? By myself?"

Bubblegum opened his mouth to speak before closing it again, "a-alright, I'll be outside."

You watched as he left the room, sitting back down on the bed, you tried to make sense of everything you just heard. You felt like you should be happy, but you just felt... unsure?

The idea of being with both Wire and Bubblegum sounded like nothing but trouble, you doubted the two could actually get along. What if it caused problems within the crew?

Doubts began to flood your mind.

Staring down at your hands, you couldn't help but wonder how everything seemed to just fall into place for you, all within seconds. This whole week had been nothing short of a complete shit show and now suddenly it's going exactly as you wanted?

You couldn't help but feel like some kind of sorcery was involved.

Rubbing your face and letting out a long, drawn out groan, you looked up at the ceiling and questioned everything. It felt like your life was actually just being written out, as if pre-planned on a piece of paper. Maybe some unseeable great being akin to a god made all of your choices for you, maybe they swayed every single one of your thoughts, and controlled all of your actions without your knowledge.

You were being silly.

No such thing like that existed, you were in control of what happened in your life... for the most part.

But was being with both Wire and Bubblegum truly a good idea?

Did Wire even actually have feelings for you? Or is it some kind of guise to get back at you.

Unfortunately, you were curious enough to find out.

"I really hope I don't regret this" you whined, getting up from the bed, you made your way to the door and opened it.

Both men were standing in the hallway, talking quietly to each other before noticing you.

"I'll.. give it a shot, give us a shot."

"That's all we need" Wire smirked.

-------

It had been over a month since you agreed to be in a relationship with both Wire and Bubblegum, and to your surprise it was going good, you enjoyed the company of both men.

You just weren't a fan of Kid and House constantly butting into your business, constantly asking you how you managed to get both men to fit. They both seemed to enjoy the reaction it got out of you.

Wire and Bubblegum never did much to help with that, the both of them usually laughed right along with Kid, and House.

But despite everything that had happened, especially with you ruining Wires' night at the bar, the man was kind enough to explain to you why he rejected you in the first place. He had claimed it was because he thought you were far too 'soft' for his rather rough demeanor. He was just fearful of it being far too much for you to handle, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt you.

With these words, you had just felt the slightest bit of offended, you didn't think you came off as a soft person what-so-ever. You had even told him this, expressing the fact that you weren't at all soft, you had been met with laughter as Wire further explained what he meant.

I don't mean you're soft as a person, I mean soft as in your vanilla in the bedroom" he chuckled, "I'm into some wild shit, I didn't want to risk hurting you."

You could remember the blush that burned bright on your cheeks as you apologized for the way you ruined his one good night at the bar, it was embarrassing realizing he was only looking out for you.

He had assured you that it was fine.

After that, everything seemed to run smoothly, you ended up allowing Wire and Bubblegum into your room whenever they pleased, and the three of you usually ended up sleeping together most nights.

And surprisingly, those nights were usually filled with very.. soft sex, much to your surprise. Wire had explained he didn't want to jump right into everything he was into, and Bubblegum was up for whatever was thrown on the table.

Until tonight.

The crew was having fun, drinking and partying after a successful battle, everyone was enjoying themselves. You had been sipping on some alcohol, not feeling up to getting absolutely trashed while Wire and Bubblegum took it upon themselves to drink as much as they could.

You watched both men chug down their mugs of alcohol, one after the other.

"You're not gunna join the party?" Bubblegum asked, offering you a full mug despite already having your own. "Nah, I don't feel like getting trashed, I'm probably going to go to sleep early, that fight took a lot out of me" you smiled.

"Oh come on, not even a little fun?" Bubblegum practically whined, gaining the attention of Wire, who made his way over. "What's going on?" he looked between you and Bubblegum.

"___ is calling it early" Bubblegum motioned towards you, causing a bit of alcohol to spill out of the mug he was holding.

"You're not hurt are you?" Wire looked at you, raising an eyebrow.

"No, no I'm not hurt" you set down your mug, you knew someone would end up picking it up and finishing it off anyways. "I'm just tired, I'll see y'all tomorrow" you gave a small wave to both boys as you made your way to your bedroom.

Both Wire and Bubblegum watched as you left, they were a little disappointed that you didn't stay out and drink with them, but if you were tired then it couldn't be helped.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Wire smirked.

"Uhh.." Bubblegum cocked an eyebrow, "what are we thinking exactly?"

"Come on" Wire motioned for Bubblegum to follow as he led him to his room.

Bubblegum followed without asking too many questions, though he was completely and utterly confused on what Wire was hinting at. "I think we've been too soft on ___ this past month, yeah? You think it's time to bust out the big shit?" Wire snickered.

"The.. big shit?" Bubblegum tried to understand where Wire was coming from.

"Fucks sake, the cuffs, the vibrators, the gags, y'know?" he scoffed, "how clueless can you be?"

"Okay well, for your information-"

"I don't want to hear it, just help me get the box out" Wire opened his door up, allowing Bubblegum inside.

His room wasn't horrible, it's exactly what Bubblegum assumed it would look like.

Filled with tattered dark cloth covering all of the portholes, the room was rather dark save for the top light and a singular lamp sitting next to his bed. "Right here" Wire motioned, opening up his rather small closet, he pulled out a box labeled 'TOYS'.

"Wow what a name" Bubblegum hummed.

"Shut the fuck up"

Placing it on his bed, he started digging through it, "y'think she'll dig some cuffs?" Wire pulled out said cuffs, they were black (of course) with silver studs.

"You're the one with all the 'expertise' with this, besides, I use whatever" Bubblegum shrugged, he wasn't one to be picky.

Wire scoffed, he didn't know why he had Bubblegum join him in the first place, the man was little to no help.

"Just help me go through this will you?"

"Fine"

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You were laying in bed reading a book when Bubblegum made an abrupt entrance into your room, holding open the door, you watched as Wire came in with a box. "Uhh...? Care to explain?" you looked between the both of them with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, we figured since you didn't want to party out there, that we'd just bring the party in here" Bubblegum smiled, motioning towards the box.

Before you could question anything, Wire flipped the box over and allowed its contents to spill out over your bed.

Your face turned red as you realized it was a rather large amount of bondage toys, sex toys, and pretty much anything else a person could think of. Reaching forward, you picked up a pair of cuffs, "I hope these are... clean" you set them back down.

"You think I don't clean my stuff after using it?" Wire crossed his arms, "I may be a pirate but I'm not dirty"

"Never said you were" you picked up what looked like a harness, "and this is...?"

"Strap-on harness" Wire shrugged, "you into those?"

"Wow" you made a face, "this is really sudden."

"If you don't want to it's fine, we're not gunna force ya" Wire shrugged, getting ready to pack everything up back into the box it came in.

"No no, I want to it's just- we're not using all of it tonight are we?" you were certainly worried that was the case.

"What?" Wire couldn't help but let a laugh slip through, "no, that's not how that works, we'll do what we know you can handle and build up from there."

"Then can I pick out what I know I can handle?" you looked at Wire.

"That was the point of me bringing all of this to your room"

You pursed your lips as you rummaged through the mess of toys on your bed.

Wire and Bubblegum seemed surprised as you pulled out a few different things ranging from ropes and spreader-bars, to gags, blindfolds, and paddles. It was all primarily BDSM toys, you knew you were flexible enough to handle quite a bit of it, and the idea of being completely restricted while-

"I think we'll hold out on this for tonight" Wire reached forward, grabbing the ball-gag you had chosen, he tossed it back into the box. "Why?" you questioned, frowning a bit, you were looking forward to using it.

"Because we're gunna be putting your mouth to use, anyways, are you done picking out everything?" he placed a hand on his hip as he waited.

Bubblegum stood next to him, looking over your selected items, he hummed.

He didn't take you for someone who was into bondage, not that he was complaining.

"Yeah, well- actually" you reached into the pile and pulled out a butt-plug with a heart shaped base that sported a false red gem.

Wire snorted as he began putting everything else back into the box.

"Should I go put on some kind of outfit?" you questioned, "I have a black lingerie set."

"You can if you want, but it'll likely end up ruined" Wire shrugged, "just let me get this cleaned up and we can get started."

You pouted at the fact that you couldn't wear the black and gold lingerie set you had bought while on that awful brothel island. It was cute, and it looked extremely good on you, but you also didn't want it getting ruined.

"Alright" Wire stood up, "lets get you undressed and set up, yeah?" he smirked.

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You whimpered, Wire had already cuffed your legs, forcing you into a doggy-style position with your arms stretched out and cuffed underneath you. You found the position to be slightly uncomfortable, but it wasn't something you couldn't handle.

"You doing okay?" Wire spoke, you could hear both men shuffling around in your room, though you couldn't see them as Wire had already blindfolded you. It was strange, having your sight taken away, it made hearing all the smaller things around you much much easier.

Nodding your head as best you could, you felt the bed dip in front of you.

"Just me" Bubblegum ran one of his hands through your hair, "you look pretty like this y'know."

"He's right" Wire mused, you let out a sharp, muffled cry as he spanked you with the paddle you had picked out. "You're doing good so far, makes me wonder how long you'll last" he chuckled, bringing the paddle back down against you.

You arched your back, letting out another cry.

You could hear the spreader-bar clanking as you moved, the feeling of not being able to move away was both arousing and terrifying. You knew Wire would be careful with you, but you also knew how sadistic the man could be.

What exactly did you get yourself into?

"I think we're ready to start, yeah?" Wire spoke, you jerked feeling something cold being smeared against your asshole.

"Careful now, just some lube" Wire grabbed the butt-plug you had picked out earlier, "if this hurts, let me know" he slowly pushed it into you, earing a muffled groan as it slowly slipped inside.

"Fuck" Wire growled, "It's a shame we can't have you tied up 'n on display like this everyday... gods know I'd pay to see it." You answered him with a whimper as he crawled up onto the bed, positioning himself behind you, you could feel the tip of cock just barely brushing up against your inner thigh.

Your body jerked feeling Wires' fingers rub against your slit, a low growl rumbled in his throat. "What a freaky little thing you are, already completely soaked" he smiled, "you're pretty accustomed to being stuffed full, I think you'll be okay without any prepping for tonight."

Bubblegum let out a small laugh, you could feel him lightly caressing the side of your face before grabbing a fistful of your hair. Raising your head, you let out a low groan from both pleasure and pain. "You remember your safe-word right?" he asked.

You swallowed, "Y-yes."

"What is it?" Wire chimed in, you could hear the slick noises as he pumped his cock, most likely applying lube. "It's red" you let out another groan feeling Bubblegum raise your head up a little farther.

You could hear Bubblegums' hum of approval as Wire placed his hands on your hips, a shiver ran through your body as your anticipation grew. "Someone's excited" Wire snickered, he watched you with a careful eye as he grabbed hold of his cock.

Slowly pushing his hips forward, you opened your mouth, letting out a groan. Bubblegum wasted no time forcing his cock into your mouth, causing you to gag as your nose hit his base. "Fucking hell, careful with her" Wire scolded him as he grabbed hold of your hips.

Giving a quick thrust forward, your body jerked as he fully bottomed out. A barely audible cry left you, jerking against your restraints, the bars clanked as you moved.

"You're one to talk" Bubblegum scoffed, if it weren't for Bubblegum having his cock down your throat, and the feeling of Wire throbbing inside of you, you would've yelled at the both of them.

You moaned against Bubblegum as he continued to throat-fuck you, moving one of his hands from your hair, he used it to hold the side of your face as he kept your head still with each thrust. You could hear his grunts and small noises of pleasure with each buck of his hips.

Wire remained still behind you, allowing you to somewhat adjust to his size. He knew you were already capable of taking him with or without prepping, hell, it seemed as if you were built specifically for him and his cock with how well you took him.

He'd always have to be careful with other women, but with you? He could fuck you silly with everything he had and he loved it.

He loved you.

Not that he'd admit that.

Yet.

Pulling back his hips, he groaned at the way your cunt throbbed around him, the way it practically pulled him back inside was enough to have him drooling. He couldn't get enough of how good you felt, sometimes he wished he could have you on his cock 24/7.

He'd have to steal you away for a night sometime soon, it was his week with you anyways.

Focusing back onto you, he started slow, pulling out just enough and then slamming back into you. The feeling of your body jerk, the rattling of your restraints, he desperately wanted to let loose, to fuck you until you were nothing but a whimpering, overstimulated pile of mush.

"Fuck" Wire groaned, "y'think you can squeeze that pretty pussy around me s'more?" he leaned forward, placing his head against your upper back, he let out another deep groan. "That's it" he left a small kiss against your spine.

You could already feel yourself nearing your first orgasm, the feeling of it slowly building in your gut. But you knew you weren't the only one nearing their release, you could feel Bubblegums' thrusts growing sloppy as he continued thrusting down your throat.

Though before he could bring himself any further towards his release, you felt him lift your head, earning a pained groan as he pulled on your hair. Slipping his cock out of your mouth, you whimpered out a quiet 'red'.

Wire was quick to stop what he was doing, immediately pulling out of you, you almost sobbed at the loss of his cock inside of you.

Before he could ask you what was wrong, you pulled on your restraints, "undo them please" you whimpered. As much as you wanted to keep them on, they were beginning to hurt, not to mention the awful pain in your head from Bubblegum pulling your hair a little too hard.

Wire wasted no time undoing the cuffs connected to the spreader-bar, allowing you to finally move, you grunted out in pain at the stiff feeling in your muscles. "Fuck" you whimpered, slowly moving to lay on your back, you raised a hand and lifted the blindfold off.

"Are you okay?" Wire asked, he looked you over with concern, Bubblegum was right with him.

You felt bad, it was the first time you had ever used your safe-word, you hadn't meant to give either men a fright.

"'m fine" you croaked, your voice sounded awful. "Just- gimme a second, I can keep going I just need a breather."

"I don't think I can handle having my throat fucked anymore though" you let out a small chuckle, "at least not with my hair getting pulled like that."

Bubblegum muttered a quick apology, he hadn't meant to hurt you.

"It's fine" you slowly sat up from your position, "we can continue-"

You let out a yelp as Wire grabbed your ankle and yanked you towards him, "start using your hands" he motioned to Bubblegum before using one of his thumbs to push his cock against your slit.

Bubblegum made his way back towards you, allowing you to wrap a hand around his cock, you started jerking him off. He closed his eyes, letting a small groan leave his lips as his eyebrows furrowed.

You were happy to finally see his facial expressions.

A breathy moan left your lips as Wire slowly pushed himself back into you once again, the feeling of his cock filling you felt like bliss. "Fuck- Wire" you whimpered, you could feel pressure building up in your gut all over again.

"I don't think I can keep going much longer" Bubblegum spoke up, his face was contorted into pure pleasure as his body twitched. You pumped his cock faster, desperately wanting to bring him to his breaking point.

Grabbing at your arm, Bubblegum moved back, attempting to keep himself from finishing. But it was far too late, he didn't have enough time to calm himself down before feeling himself tip over the edge.

Jerking himself off, he kept his eyes on you as he came over his stomach, he was slightly disappointed in himself.

Wire couldn't help but smirk, he silently thanked the fact that he had the stamina of a god.

Pulling out of you, he grabbed your hips and turned you back onto your stomach. "Keep your eyes on Bubblegum for me" he groaned, thrusting back into you, he placed a thumb over the butt-plug you still had in and pushed it.

A loud moan left your throat as he did so.

"Wire!" you called out, feeling yourself tip over the edge, your vision went white as your cunt throbbed around his cock. You could just barely hear Wire curse as his hips stuttered, the feeling of you squeezing around him was far too much.

He nearly doubled over as he came, pushing himself in as far as he could go, he let out deep groan.

Slowly coming down from your orgasm, you felt Wire still on top of you, resting his head against the upper part of your back, the two of you laid there for a good few minutes.

Bubblegum watched with lidded eyes, still feeling disappointed that he couldn't hold on for longer.

Wire was surely going to give him shit for it too.

You let out a soft groan as Wire slowly pulled out of you, the man was a panting mess as he stood to his full height. He slowly dragged you closer to the edge of the bed before curling an arm underneath your legs and back, "lets go get you cleaned up, yeah?"

He brought you into your bathroom, setting you into the bathtub, he turned on the water.

"I'll be back in a second, okay?" he leaned down and left a quick kiss against your forehead.

Leaving you in the bathroom as the tub filled, you laid your head back against the wall.

Wire stepped out, glancing over towards Bubblegum, he smirked and crossed his arms.

"I hope you didn't forget about our bet" he didn't bother to hide the smug look on his face.

Bubblegum glared at Wire, "it's not my fault you've got better stamina."

"Maybe you should just learn to hold out a little longer" Wire scoffed, "I'm gunna go back in and help ___, wash up, you can handle yourself" he made his way back towards the bathroom.

Bubblegum watched as Wire left, a deep sigh left him as he laid his head back against the wall.

He found himself partially regretting agreeing to a three way relationship.

[braidlottie]

bratty little boy!!

pairing: adult!lottieshauna x transmasc!reader

summary: while out with your friends, you decided to leave your phone on silent, missing tons on messages from your girlfriends. if only you knew what was in store for you at home.

warnings: smut sooob Smutty >_< , nsfw, hmo mama!lottie…, mommy!shauna, sub!transmasc!reader, masculine terms (good/bad/baby/little boy etc)mean!lottieshauna, lottie is a softer dom, but shauna doesn’t hold back, reader has top surgery, shauna’s booobiess :3,,, :( praise n degradation, overstim, lottie’s strap, crying, lottie owns a spanking paddle :3, so. spanking takes place, lots of teasing, t-cock play, vibrator, LOTS OF LUBRICANT, aftercare :3

this is the longest fic i’ve written :3 (almost 1.6k!!) | shauna is the italic text and lottie is the bold

“hey i’m home!” you threw your keys on the sink and slipping off your shoes at the door. “hi, honey.” lottie spoke from behind, startling you. “oh- hi. you scared me,” you smiled, hugging her. all she did was pat your back, it was nothing like lottie.

“what’s wrong?” your eyebrows furrowed. “you tell me. you’re the one who didn’t answer to mine or shauna’s texts.” the look on her face was serious. you knew you fucked up. big time.

“look, lottie, i was with friends-”

“that still doesn’t give you an excuse to ignore us, little boy.”

“but it was-”

“don’t talk back to me, i don't wanna hear it.”

you rolled your eyes and groaned dramatically, flailing your arms down. and lottie did not like that.

“get your butt in the bedroom. right now.” she spanked you with her hand, your jeans softening the blow, but still the impact was hard enough to make you flinch. she followed behind you, all the way upstairs to the bedroom you share to see shauna waiting for you on the bed. your eyes widened at lottie’s wooden paddle on the white sheets, just waiting to bruise your ass.

there was also lube and lottie’s purple strap-on on the beside table, along with that black vibrator that shauna absolutely loved to use on you.

“what’s going on?” you still decided to play dumb.

“didn’t you hear? you were being a bad boy, right? not answering our calls and texts. we thought something happened to you, baby.” shauna got real close, looking you straight in the eyes. you trembled with fear, knowing that shauna took punishments way more farther than lottie did.

you looked down at your sock covered feet, tears welling in your eyes. “you can’t even look at mommy, can you?”

you just shook your head in embarrassment, feeling lottie’s eyes watching you from behind.

“give me your phone.” shauna whispered darkly, making your head shoot up, looking at her in disbelief. “be a good boy, c’mon,” she held her hand out, making you place your phone in her hand and give it to lottie.

“‘m sorry.” you apologized, glancing at the paddle once more, trying to find a way out of this. “aww… i know, sweetheart. but, you still did it, huh? and we have to teach you a lesson? don’t we, lottie?” shauna raised a brow. picking up the paddle.

“oh, we sure do. you better get to stripping, little boy,” lottie stood in front of you now, staring you down as you peeled each piece of clothing off. “even these cute little things.” she giggled, snapping the waistband of your calvin klein boxers briefs. she watched you step out of them slowly, clad in nothing but your socks.

shauna pushed you over the bed, rubbing the cold wood against your ass. the paddle slapped you so unexpectedly, your yelp got caught in your throat. you squirmed and whimpered in pain, trying to cover your stingy bottom many times until shauna got tired of it and just held your wrist behind your back.

“you’re too soft with him, lottie,” shauna put the paddle on the carpeted floor. “are you gonna apologize for talking back? don’t think that i didn’t hear you from all the way up here.”

you sniffled, wiping your tears and your snotty nose on the bed before turning to face lottie. “‘m sorry, m-mama.” you hiccuped. lottie’s mouth almost curved into a smile.

“there you go, little boy.” shauna helped you stand up and sit on the bed, groaned as the sheets rubbed against your raw skin. your teary, red eyes twitched when you saw lottie grab the clear bottle of lubricant, and absolutely slather the fake cock with it.

“aww, did you forget, baby? we’re not even close to being finished.” shauna laughed in your face, gesturing lottie to come sit on the bed with you. lottie had already slipped her shirt, which just left her in a pair of black lace panties. she pushed you onto the bed, pulling your legs apart and smiling, seeing how wet you were. “ohhh, look at that. that spanking got you a little excited, baby?” she rubbed your little cock against hers, cooing at your adorable little cracky whines. pushing herself in all the way to the hilt, stuffing you so good.

“such a big boy, you’re taking mama so well. isn’t he, shauna?” lottie looked to her left, the shorter woman nodding her head.

shauna was now shirtless as well but still had her bra on, one of the straps down her shoulder. she came to your right side, her boobs already pushing against your face. the two women watched you get hypnotized by shauna’s breasts, whimpering and tugging on her bra, almost giggling at what a dumb little baby you are.

“eyes up here, baby boy,” shauna’s fingers went under your chin, forcing you to look at her. “you wanna touch ‘em? do you wanna suck mommy’s nipples, sweet boy?”

you nodded eagerly.

“what do you say?”

“please, mommy?” you looked up at shauna with puppy dog eyes, hoping that she would give into you. “go ahead, sweetheart.”

you took her right breast in one hand, sucking on the left. she hissed, taking deep breaths with a little moan at the end. “mommy—” you immediately moaned, the pressure in your stomach growing from how deep lottie was fucking into you. “are you already about to cum? we just started, little boy.” shauna mocks and lottie gasps as your orgasm rips through you, lottie not stopping her rhythm, helping you ride it out.

“i think he wants another one,” lottie’s lips curl into a mischievous smile, gesturing to shauna at the half empty bottle of lube on the small table next to her. “yeah, we’re gonna get you nice and slippy so mommy can jerk you off, okay baby? hold his thighs down, lottie. y’know how much he likes to squirm.”

she snapped open the cap, pouring the clear substance on your poor little cock. you gasped from the coldness, the women praising your little sobs. your engorged clit went between shauna’s fingers, jacking you off as you cried into your arm. “our baby is so good for his mommies.” shauna pouted mockingly, picking up her speed, the room being filled with the sound of lube and your cum squishing around and lottie and shauna praising you.

“aww, look at those little hips twitching, how precious.” lottie shared another laugh with shauna. “n-no, mommy, i-” you cut yourself off again, your second orgasm hitting you out of no where. you could feel your heart pounding in your head, and a light buzzing sound filled your ears, seeing shauna hand lottie the black vibrator.

“let’s get you going one more time baby, yeah?” lottie turned the toy on low, rolling it around in circles against your clit. her strap was still instead of you, but going at a slow pace only because she didn’t want you to cum so fast this time. your soft little mewls make her heart flutter, still holding your thighs down. “are you gonna start being better, baby? are you going to answer whenever we contact you?”

“yes mama, i promise i am.” you nodded, lottie’s dark eyes burning into yours.

“and you’re not gonna talk back either, are you?”

“n-no, mama.”

“that’s a good little boy.” lottie praised, seeing your face get all shy and a little smirk come to the side of your mouth.

“aww, you like when mama calls you a good boy, don’t you?” lottie turns up the speed to surprise you. “gonna cum againnn, pleease!” you cried, trying to blink back more incoming tears.

“ah ah ah, don’t you dare cum yet.” shauna stopped you right before your release. “are you sure you’re not gonna pull a stunt like that again?”

“yes, mommy. i- i learned my lesson.” shauna nodded her head. “you sure did, didn’t you?” shauna took ahold of the vibrator now, cranking it up to its highest setting. your back arched off the bed as she moved it all around your sloppy cunt. “what did you learn, baby boy?”

“not to talk back and- and n-not to ignore you and mama again!”

“thaat’s right, you’re really sorry now, aren’t you?”

“yes! yesyesyes! can i cum, please?!”

“cum for your mommies, baby.”

your third and final orgasm shook your entire body, letting out a moan that the three of you are sure that the neighbors could hear.

lottie had pulled out of you, throwing the fake cock on the floor and cuddling up with you. she spooned you from behind, rubbing your chest as you caught your breath. “such a good boy.”

shauna joined the two of you, you hiding in the crook of shauna’s neck. “you okay, honey? you need anything?” you hummed and shook your head, eyes fluttering closed, feeling so sleepy and warm with lottie rubbing your chest and shauna rubbing your sore bottom.

before drifting off, you had to ask. “when can i get my phone back?”

“…tomorrow.” lottie kissed your ear and shauna shook her head. “you always let him off so easy.” shauna rolled her eyes playfully, pulling the king sized comforting over the three of you. “he was a good boy!” lottie bickered back, their back and forth voices fading out as you drifted off to sleep.

two posts in one day yall are getting SPOILED

[yourtouchismidas]

Omg imagine all of the kids going to the hospital to meet the youngest after they’ve been born, like Gigi being abit older, she’s trying to play it cool and stoic but she can’t help but tear up abit, and matty going round and introducing them all, CRYING🫠🫠

gigi is around nine when the twins are born and she is going through an, i'm too cool for all of you phase. she tuts at shay and valley if they're crying or having a tantrum. she rolls her eyes when you tell her to get on with her homework or matty tells her its bedtime. you think its because she has two younger sisters and is about to have to more. she feels old. even if to you she is still a tiny little girl with so much growing up to do.

when her nana picks her up from school and says that you have gone into labour with the twins, and that she will look after them until they can go to the hospital, gigi throws herself into grown up mode. she asks her nana if she can help with dinner time. she scrubs valley's face and brushes her teeth for her while her nana is too busy comforting a crying shay (she misses mummy and daddy sooo much its unfair). gigi convinces denise to let her stay up past her eight thirty bedtime by chatting to her about the show she is watching and saying she wants to hear from you and matty when the babies are born. she ends up falling asleep in denise's lap, mouth hanging open, and being carried to bed.

the next day, when they're brought in to see the twins, gigi holds one of shay's hands and one of valley's walking between them and saying "we're going to see mummy and daddy, and the babies. mummy has had two babies. she might look poorly but she isn't. she's just tired. right nana? i remember that when valley was born."

"yes gi," denise says.

"i remember too," shay pipes up.

"no you dont," gigi says, "you were too little."

"oh okay," shay shrugs.

the two little girls run straight to you and matty in the hospital bed, where he is sitting up there with you. they both yell and clamour to be held, which you do. gigi says, "hi mum. how are you feeling?"

"i'm okay thank you baby,"

"has matty been helpful this time?" gigi says, giving a pointed look at her dad, still teasing him about the fact he didn't quite make it in time to watch gigi's arrival since rushing off stage to be there. matty flicks her on the arm.

"alright miss, stop with the sass."

"oh my god the babies!" shay breathes, scooting to the end of the bed and looking down at the sleeping newborns in the cot, "they're so cute!"

"oh darlings look at them!" denise says, tearing up. "oh for goodness sake how cute."

gigi looks at her, then back at you, "do you need anything, mum?"

"no sweetheart, i'm all good. you wanna meet you sisters?"

"yeah," she says, not looking at them, "i'm going to help you with them. aren't i?"

"that's not your job, my love," matty says, "you can help if you want."

"i want to. i'm the biggest sister."

matty grabs her from behind and gives her a hug, kissing her on the head.

"come meet them then," he says. he gets down from the bed and scoops a twin out. she doesnt stir.

"this is stevie matilda."

"hi stevie, hi baby," shay says, rubbing the baby's round belly. valley stares at her, then copies shay, patting the baby's stomach.

"who wants to hold her?" matty says. shay and valley both clamour.

"gigi can," you say, "she's a grown up girl now."

gigi gives a curt nod and holds her hands out to the baby. she remembers to support the little head, how to position her arms. she goes quiet as she looks down at the baby.

"stevie this is gigi."

little stevie squirms and then opens her eyes. shay and valley look over to see.

"and this is shay and valentine," matty says, pointing to them.

"what do you think gi?" denise asks. gigi doesnt look up.

"mmhmm," she says.

"you getting emotional?" matty says.

"no," gigi says, blinking hard and fast.

"lemme hold her. lemme hold!" shay says, and so you sit her down next to you so she can hold the baby in her lap and you can watch her.

"and this is alexa," matty says, picking up the second baby. "lexie george, this is gigi."

matty places the baby in gigi's arms again. she can't help it this time. she bursts into tears. she looks up at matty, tears streaming down her face.

"what is it love?"

"shes..." gigi sobs, "she's... just... so... cute!"

"there's my sweet girl," matty says, rubbing her tears off with his thumbs.

"there's my sweet girls," he says, smiling, looking around the room at them all.

[brittleaspen]

a threesome is a very special thing. maybe not for everyone, but you’ve been thinking about it for a while—where, how, who?

you spent a long time lamenting on that last question, not feeling super excited about soliciting a threesome from complete strangers—but it was also incredibly daunting, the idea of asking someone you DO know.

after weeks of back and forth, weeks spent stewing in your bed frustrated beyond relief, you decide to just go for it, bite the horny bullet and ask your best friends.

you weren’t expecting them to be so into it.

'how long have you wanted this?' you wouldn't say you regret asking them, but you vastly underestimated their ability to get under your skin.

'answer him.' 'how long have you wanted us stuffing you full?' 'years spent dating around when we were right here.' 'all you had to do was ask.' 'beg, make her beg.'

and you do. you beg with your body when your mouth is full of cock, wide eyes, tears pricking--because it's too much/good/fucking real.

your body has never felt so alive, both yours and theirs--their hands are everywhere, gripping and pinching--pulling you apart, but so are yours. it's impossible to give as much as you're taking, but you try, always reaching for them, and in a way it's romantic--it has to be, fucking these two people who know you so entirely--how can it not be?

you cry when you cum that first time--fingers deep in your pussy, curling to that delicious spot--as if they were meant to be there, and a hot cock in your mouth, pushing you to your limit.

'good girl.' 'such a good girl.' before the last wave of your orgasm hits, someone's mouth is on your cunt--your lips pop, mouth suddenly empty--vision hazy, drooling--someone pinches your cheeks, leans down, and kisses you.

'cockdrunk, aren't you?' 'look at her, made for this.' 'can you take us both? want us both inside that hot pussy?'

you're a nodding, needy mess when they finally push into you--and one cock can fill you up plenty, but two--two is a dream, and you must be dreaming, because your two friends that you've known since high school are fucking you better than anyone ever has.

and they know it, they're cocky and teasing, and mean about it, teasing your nipples--drawing hickeys up your neck, your thighs, your tits, and it's a possession that you don't mind, because of course you're theirs, of course it would come to this, to them stuffing you full, your tight cunt hugging their cocks.

they tend to your clit, the swollen aching thing is nearly painful, and they rub and suck, your vision sparks stars--and you cum again, grappling with the tremors by clinging to them, fingers tight around biceps, shoulders, backs--'use your nails.' 'that's it, cum for us, cum on our cocks--'

and as you squeeze and squirm, they soon follow-and it's nasty, but you let them finish inside, fluids mixing into one sloppy mess--and you take it--you take everything they give, because yes you're a good girl, yes you're their good girl, and their attention is intoxicating, vital--

'why'd it take you so long to ask?' 'of course we'd say yes, we'd be stupid not to.' 'use this tight pussy-- like our toy.' 'are you our toy?' 'you even have to ask, fucking look at her.'

they push you beyond reason--a primal drive taking them over, and you lose count of how many times they tip you over the edge, only to continue their heated pursuit--all you know is that by the time you're done, you're covered in sweat and cum and your mind is twisting with delirium.

you have your head on someone's lap, your body draped over someone else. exhausted, they rub circles into your skin, soft touches that contrast the ruthless way they dismantled you, and you're so fucking good, finally fucking content. you fall asleep to your head being pat, and an arm curled around your waist.

'how long do you think she needs?' 'you're fucking insane, how do you still have more in you?' 'you're telling me you're done? i mean, i don't mind if you just wanna watch.' 'let's give her an hour and see.'

[shebeafancyflapjack]

A Mother's Love

(How my oc Silver met Robin and Mary in @idiotwithanipad 's Gore AU. All artwork and au character concepts are her doing 🥰 )

A figure cloaked in smoke atop a burnt yellow, blue and white peasants dress stood at the edge of the lake, watching the image of the round silver orb dance across the black surface of the water. Already she could sense that something was amiss. Her Ally would typically come to sit with her on the night of the full moon, each and every month, for the past four hundred years. She suspected that he had forgotten what drew him to honour the heavenly object, but the lost creature never failed to raise his paws up to the sky and bark his thanks to the moon. And then they would sit by the lake until morning, his head rested upon her knee, letting her stroke his hair until he drifted into one of his uneasy sleeps.

Mary does not sleep. Sleep requires lying down and that's impossible without disturbing the burns that cover her entire body. There are certain spots that don't pain her as much, spots where the man-beast knows where to nuzzle against her or give a cautious pat of support.

Sleeping also leaves one vulnerable. She had been asleep when they'd come for her, when they'd banged their fists upon her door before kicking it in. Sleep had clouded her thoughts as she awoke to see them stealing her baby away before they pinned her to the floor and had her bound and gagged. Sleep is a luxury she no longer permits for herself, though she encourages her furry friend to sleep as much as possible.

The strange beast who roams the woods and fields with her is old, older than even she can comprehend, older than the god she once prayed to and who she lost faith in when the flames consumed her in His holy name. She often wonders if he's befriended any unliving who has ghosted on this land before her, but it seems unlikely. Taming him, as it were, took a lot of years and persistence. But all they had, for the longest time, was each other.

Until tonight.

Mary is about to raise her arms and release a pillar of smoke into the air, a sign for the beast to return to her side, when she spots his hunched form staggering through the woods....carrying something.

No. Someone.

"Hehehe, are we there yet, Mr. Floof?" Asked the squirming, slim body the creature had slung over his shoulder. Two white legs covered in patterned stockings under a short pink skirt, with two black boots covering her feet.

The beast grunted, shifting her with his paw around around her calves. He locked eyes with Mary and bowed his head, respectfully.

She said nothing as her oldest and only friend unceremoniously dropped the giggling teenager on the grass.

"Whoops! Hahaha, down I go! That was fun! I wanna play it again!"

Mary took a step forward, studying the young...woman? That didn't seem right. She was hardly a babe, but the girl's unstoppable giggles and rolling in the grass made her appear like a child. She was near naked, so much skin exposed, especially as her filthy bright shirt rolled up to reveal her bare midriff.

The girl continued to relish the grass beneath her as if it were a swan's-down covered mattress while Mary conversed with the beast.

"She die this night?" The burned woman's voice was a raspy whisper that strained her singed larynx.

Her friend nodded.

"You witnessed?"

Another nod, followed by a wince. Of course. He always saw, at least the ones who died out here. The last one had been the kindly scout master speared in the neck with an arrow, who took one look at the beast and bolted inside the house.

High-pitched chuckles cut between them from the young girl laying on the ground, looking straight up at the stars with wide, pale eyes.

"Aww, look at them! Look at them all! They've come out to see me! Hi! Hi!" She waved her covered hands up; "I can see you! Helloooo!"

The child did not seem the least bit aware of the blood dripping from her nose and ears.

Mary blinked, then looked back at the beast; "Why here? Why not take her to be with the others?"

She is...just a girl. A normal looking, modern day girl, only dressed a little more odd than those she glimpses visit the mistress of the house these days.

Her skin is whole. She had her voice. She is not...a monster.

Not like the world sees the two of them.

The creature moved onto all fours, dipping his head again, as if in apology. He gave another grunt and stretched a finger out beneath his wolf fur sleeve to point at the symbol on the girl's necklace.

A five pointed star.

Mary gasped, stepping back. The brand of Lucifer.

But...no. Those were Christian myths and she was no longer....Well. Jesus and his heavenly father meant nothing to her. She had paid no thought to the Devil himself, part of her having come to accept that she might be the closest thing to such a being in truth.

"What be you, little one?" She asked, truly stunned.

It was only then that the girl's wriggling stopped, at least as much as she were able. Even when still, she continued to twitch and wriggle her fingers, as if incapable of being immobile. Her face turned towards Mary looking over her, though her eyes didn't quite meet the older woman's, the pupils aiming more towards her ear.

Mary waved a palm over but the eyes didn't seem to follow. Oh. It hit her then.

A fresh smile widened on the blind girl's face; "Wow....You are beautiful!"

Now she was confused. Had she been wrong?

"You doth see me?"

If that be so, then why is the child not screaming? Mary knows her reflection, she's seen it staring back at her, in the reflecting waters of the lake. Some with the Sight have spotted the Witch of Button House in the distance and ran for miles in terror.

The girl grinned, tucking her knees up to her middle and hugging them.

"Of course! I see...a magnificent black dress...and a cloak of amber, like pretty embers flowing down your shoulders! Oh my gods, it's so cool!" The girl squealed and moved to sit up; "And your hair! Wow, I wish I had flowing ebony locks like that..."

Ebony locks?

Yes. That had been her hair, hidden beneath her bonnet, before the fire took it away, long with most of her skin and eyebrows and lips. Strange. What the girl saw was not what was real and yet it had been true, once upon a time. Well, except she'd never had a black and amber dress, or any sort of fancy gown. But...she had dreamed, as all simple village girls had done...

"Oh! Wait...I just realised...." the girl gasped and covered her face; "You must be her! You must be! My Lady Hekate!"

The girl stretched out her arms and prostrated herself before Mary, touching her forehead to the dirt.

Mary looked again at the creature, who shrugged, as baffled as she was.

"Hek...Heka-tay?" It was not a name familiar to her.

"Yes! Hekate! Goddess of magic, protector of witches!"

"Witches? So then you are a...."

More giggles as she sat up, then a nod; "Yes, my Lady! I performed my Esbat in your name....and Pan and Artemis....Are they here as well?" She looked around; "No, wait....this isn't Olympus, is it?"

The girl spoke pure nonsense.

"T'is not Olympus where you dwell, child. You are in the land of the Unliving." She informed her.

"Land of...." She blinked, putting the pieces together. Slowly; "I'm...in the Underworld?"

"...Of a sorts."

Less under and more besides. But separate from the world of life all the same.

"Then....that must mean....Mr. Floof is a Hellhound! Aww!" She turned and flung her arms around the creature's neck; "Aww, what a good boy you are! You brought me to your mistress!"

Baring his teeth, the beast began to grizzle, disliking how she was pressing herself against the open claw marks on his chest. Mary raised a finger to him in warning. He fell silent and endured the embrace.

"This be my ally. My dear friend. He is a guardian of these here woods with me." Mary explained.

"Oh I bet he's the bestest boy, aren't you? Aren't you Mr. Floof?" The girl cooed, ruffling his great mane.

The beast shot Mary a look as if to beg her for help.

Mary felt the slightest tug of an amused grin creep upon her phantom lips.

"You know the law of Foundlings. She is yours to protect and watch over now." She told the beast.

He looked visibly tortured by that news.

"However...this here be me my domain." Mary stated, her firm tone bringing the girl's attention back to her; "I cannots let you go to the house. If thou art truly a witch, then they wilt do to you what was done to me."

She held out her arms, sparks flying from beneath her wrists. The girl's face fell as she heard the crackle of firewood.

"Oh....Oh dear...The Burning Times..." the girl gasped.

"Indeed. But...you seems harmless enough. And since my friend be your protector now, you belong here with us. I claim you, child, as my own kith and kin."

"...I...Y-you're...claiming me?" The girl smiled, tilting her head, appearing like a confused pooch, with a bloody hawk earring dangling above her shoulder.

"Yes. You be mine now. For as long as you respect and hono-."

"Mummy!"

Mary staggered, her proclamation cut short by the very unexpected embrace of the girl tackling her shorter body into hers. Gasping, she was struck by how long it had been since anyone...hugged her. Truly wrapped their arms around her and held on tight as this young, strange thing was now doing. The beast often nestled in her lap or clung to her dress with one of his paws when the ringing in his head became too loud. But this was...She had not been truly touched and held like this since...

No. That was different. That was...long ago in the past.

Blinking, she looked over at the beast, who simply shrugged and rolled his eyes. She could read his body language enough to understand he was saying 'yeah, she does that'.

"I...B-beg pardon?" She asked, unsure if she heard the girl right; "W-what did thou calls me?"

"Hehehe, Mummy! That's what you meant, right?" The girl pulled back and looked up at her, those pale eyes sparkling with hope; "That I'm yours now? I knew we were connected the moment I saw you! You're not Hekate but you are a goddess, right?"

The creature grunted as if to agree. Now it was Mary's turn to frown at him. She had not agreed to be declared as any such deity, even if the beast viewed her as such.

"And not only that, you're my mother! My real mother! I always knew the one I called 'Mum' had to be a lie - she never really paid attention to me or cared about me. Don't think she even noticed me...But you!" The girl beamed and reached her hands up, palms hovering close to Mary's exposed skull. "You...want me...You're my mummy! The Goddess of the moon brought us together, didn't she?"

"I...."

How long had it been since anyone had struck her speechless? In the figurative sense. Literally speaking, she rarely used her damaged vocal chords except to ward intruders off her land with a repeat of 'get out'. Her and the beast tended to communicate through touch and gestures.

But when Annie had been here...Beautiful, frustrated, wonderful Annie...

"Am I right? Mummy?" A frown creased atop the girl's head as she waited for a response.

Mummy.

She hadn't been blessed to watch either of her children grow old enough to call her that. Her boy had been taken by the mob and, at best, sent to be adopted by a good Puritan family before disappearing across the Atlantic. At worst, they dashed his tender head against the rocks, just as Pslam 137 instructed of the Lord's faithful servants.

And her girl...Her precious first born had...Had...

"Are you my mummy?"

Her little girl. Mary reached a skeletal hand to caress the child's face. The girl smiled, not seeming to care about the feel of bone and crisped skin against her cheek.

The black and crumpled remains of a heart beneath Mary's breastbone began to thrum for the first time in centuries.

"...I thought the Winter sprites had taken ye, my little'en." Mary said, moving closer; "Forgive me. Forgive Mummy, darling girl. You did die before I had a chance to properly name you."

It was seen as bad luck and tempting fate to name a babe before their first year was out.

The girl giggled again and leaned into her touch; "Silly Mumzy. My name is Silver! I picked it all myself. Ain't it pretty? Like the moon!"

"You chose wisely. Clever girl." Mary ran a bony finger through her hair, picking out the leaves tangled in the strands, only for them to grow back; "Look at you, been dragged through a hedge backwards."

"I was playing, Mummy. Playing with the puppy." Silver turned to give the bemused beast another forced cuddle; "We were dancing for the moon goddess, weren't we Mr. Floof?"

He looked to Mary again who nodded with a more affirming gaze this time. For this was no simple dead foundling in their realm anymore. It was her daughter, returned by unknown gods, after all these years.

And woe betide anyone who dared to take her away again.

"Are there any others like me here, Mummy? Any girls my own age, maybe?" Silver asked, a little shyly.

Mary thought for a moment. The image of the sweet young thing in the burgundy dress came to her mind. What was her name? She had known it once.

Annie had loved her so...As had she...

Before the others came. Back when it was only she, Annie, the beast, the headless one who they rarely saw...and then came the girl. Mary had not dared entered the house, but Annie had been there, at the poor girl's side as she slept until she died, ever so young. And that was how she remained mostly, in death. Sleepy. Weak. When she walked, Annie would sometimes coax her to the door, close enough for her to see Mary.

The sight of the burned woman had made the girl faint again. And yet, Annie had stayed with her, a bridge between the house and the outside. Mary had been too afraid of scaring the girl further to dare to enter.

And then Annie had gone. The girl remained in her room and Mary stuck to the woods with her sweet beast. Such a shame. But another woman had died since then. Cold and strict. As far as Mary was aware, the child was her ward now. And whenever the matriarch caught a glimpse of Mary, sometimes after having fallen from her window in the morning, she had cursed her violently, words slurring out of her broken jaw.

"No. There be no one else." Mary told Silver.

"Oh...Are you sure?" The girl frowned; "Because I saw a house across the field-."

"There is nothing there for you, child."

"But can't I go take a look-."

"NO!"

Silver flinched back as smoke billowed out around Mary, eyes flashing bright amber. Even the beast let out a whimper of fear, crouching behind the young girl.

Seeing the fear in her daughter's face, she willed the fire in her chest to dim.

"No...No, darling girl." Mary stroked Silver's cheek again; "T'is not safe for you to go near that house. There be very bad people there. They will put screws to your thumbs and twist them till you say what they ask. They will dunk you in the lake until water fills your lungs. They will tie you to a stake and watch as the flames swallow thee whole..."

"Oh. Yeah. That sounds...not very nice." Silver said before giggling some more.

A smidgen of annoyance niggled at Mary before she noticed the twitch around the girl's eyes. She had been afraid that her daughter was taking her for a fool. But it seemed that the constant smiles and laughter was a part of her now, as much as the blood on her face and constant juddering.

She looked to the beast, quizzical, and he mimed stirring something in a cup and drinking it, followed by a loopy expression on his face. Ah. The child had consumed some sort of magic herb before her death, similar to the same as she had as a youth. She really should chastise her but....everyone is young once.

"Mummy only wants to protect you, darling girl. Promise that you'll stay outside where Mummy and our fluffy friend can keep you safe." She says, softly, "Can you be my good girl?"

"Yes, Mummy. I promise. Hehehe." She covered her mouth, "Did you see the stars, Mummy? Aren't they beautiful?! I want to fly to them! Can I fly, please?"

"Of course, little'en. You can do whatever your heart does desire."

"Yes! Brill! Watch me, Mr. Floof!"

Mary stood with her ancient companion, the two of them watching the girl skip off and twirl, her arms out wide, laughing away in her own little world. Those eyes...They had clearly been cut off from viewing the real world. But now she believed herself to be somewhere far more beautiful and fantastical than any of them had known. For all the girl was aware, she had fallen asleep in the old world and awoken in a land of gods and faery folk.

A land where her true mother had been waiting for her to return.

The beast gave a grunt and nudged his head against her side. She moved her hand to rest upon his mane.

"She be ours now. We must do whatever it takes to keep her from harm. Doth thee understand?" She whispered.

A nod and another, somewhat disgruntled, noise.

She ran her fingers through his hair; "I know you did close off your heart many ages past. But she is so like someone thou once loved, is she not?"

A grizzle this time. He didn't wish to think about that. She rubbed at his neck, feeling a little remorseful for bringing it up, aware how any attempts to remind him of the man - of the father - he once was pains him so.

His vow to honour her wishes and protect the little one would be enough for now.

"Mummy..." Silver's voice called to her, plaintively.

"Yes, darling girl?" Mary beckoned her.

"I....My head...I...It hurts. It f...fucking hurts!" The innocent whimsy of her voice fled as she clutched at her skull; "Wh....where am I?....Why can't I stop smiling? My mouth is sore as shit, hahaha....I....I don't like this....Who turned out the lights?!"

"Shhh, little'en." Mary soothed. She gently shoved the beast forward; "Just reach out your hand. Mr. Floof be beside you."

Her friend growled. That was not a nickname he agreed to.

But he did as ordered and lumbered towards the girl, reaching to take her hand and tug her close. He didn't attempt to shake her off as she clung to him, burying herself in his furs, unaware of the static buzzing against her fingertips.

Mary crouched beside them and stroked her daughter's hair, humming the same lullaby she had when she was in her crib, back in their tiny shack of a cottage.

"Just rest, little one. Mummy will always look after you." She promised, now and forever.

The three would sit beside the lake until sunrise. Silver's panicked breaths evened out until she fell into a deep sleep between them.

When the girl failed to wake, Mary's heart shriveled and turned black once more, cursing the land the longer her little girl remained asleep. Just as before. But this time she had refused to bury her, incapable as they were. She and the beast kept her safe and hidden away in the woods, keeping a constant vigil. When the girl screamed from her nightmares, Mary's smoke rose thick and high enough to blot out the sun for days. Her beast howled for his mistress' grief.

And when the month passed, and the next full moon rose, so did the girl.

She sat up with a giggle and a grin, Mary staring at her like she was a miracle.

"Hello, Mummy! Can we dance now?"

[kny-agere]

I cropped ur ask just bc I wanted to be sensitive to other people’s feelings about ships :) I know you said you don’t hate and I trust that!! But regardless I wanted to make sure people didn’t feel upset at all.

Also ty fir all the compliments :p I don’t get them a lot bc a lot of requests are anon (not complaining!!) so I always love to see feedback <3

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“I wanna take care of you.” Koyuki is trying to pull Hakuji towards her but he resists her gentle urges.

“You still aren’t well.” He’s been resisting the urge to slip for a few days now. It’s bad enough that he’s been slipping a thumb into his mouth while sleeping.

“Hakuji-san, I won’t be well for a while. But I’m better than usual for now and I want to return the favor.” Her gentle touch is enough to tempt him to lean into her hold. She drags slow fingers through his cropped hair and watch as his eyes start to droop.

“I don’ wanna make you waste your energy on me.” Even as he resists the man also sinks his head into the hold of her palms.

She uses all her strength to bring him into the bed. Once he sinks into the futon she’s already won. Just to solidify her victory Koyuki brings on last thought into the air. “I think It’ll really help if I take care of you. It… boosts my morale.”

Usually he’d see right through her clumsy attempt at manipulation but when Hakuji is already ready to sink into her he gladly accepts the explanation. He moves underneath the blanket with her.

Even on her better days they take this carefully. Hakuji gets his energy out during the day so when he crawls by her side she doesn’t have to deal with an excited toddler squirming around. When that happens Hakuji is usually pushed to tears, not content with her gentle care.

But now he slows his breathing and tucks his head under her chin. “Does anythin’ hurt?” Hakuji’s tone slips into something curious and innocent rather than protective.

“Hmm, well I think my shoulder might be a little sore.” It’s a lie, but one that’s worth it for the excited look he gives her.

“Can I give it a kiss better?” There’s trust that the pain wasn’t actually demanding medical help.

She slips down the sleeve of her kimono just enough to expose the pale skin lying underneath.

Hakuji’s eyes widen as he slowly moves his lips towards the slope of her shoulders’. He’s breathing a bit too heavily and the “kiss” (he really just touches his lips to the spot briefly) is awkwardly damp. The boy pulls back much less gracefully, slamming into the futon.

Koyuki winces at the action. “You have to be careful still. We don’t both need boo-boos right?”

He ignores her gentle admonishment. “Did I make it fixed?”

She pats the area. “Oh my goodness! I think you did. Are you magic?” The women runs her fingers over his stomach until soft laughs are forced out.

“Um… maybe.” He admits it shyly as if it’s too grand of a word for him. “I just give kisses.”

“Magic kisses! That’s a special gift to have.”

Again Hakuji shrinks back. He’s flustered. A finger slides between his lips until Koyuki grabs hold of it.

“Do you need something to bite on?”

“I don’t!” The boy answers a little too fiercely, wrapping his hands into fists. “I was just givin’ my finger a magic kiss too.”

“Oh, Is your finger hurt? Come here and let me see.” She pries his hand open. “I don’t know if there’s anything wrong here.”

“That’s ‘cause I already fixed it with my kisses.” He’s smug to have found such a wise answer.

“You didn’t just want something to suck on?”

“No I’m a big boy!” He asserts proudly.

“Of course you are!” Koyuki leans forward to press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re so strong too. I couldn’t ask for a sweeter boy to take care of.” She smothers his skin with a few more pecks. Eyelashes tickle his skin, pulling out pleased laughter.

“I love you.” Even regressed he can’t help but express his affection. Strong arms wrap around her neck.

Tears well up in the corner of Koyuki’s eyes. “I love you too baby boy.” She places a much firmer kiss on the edge of his lips.