#brothel au

[kingofthe-egirls]

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MONSTER TRIO x Y/N (part 2)

brothel au

(part 1)

Requested by @partyanimal167

(a/n: sw, foursome, fingering, vaginal sex, anal sex, cunnilingus, blowjob, gay sex, marijuana)

Summary: A continuation of Y/N’s first time at the esteemed pirate-brothel, named Lavender Gardens.

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You're sandwiched in bed between three hot, muscular men. One is at your ear, licking playfully (Sanji), another is molding your tits in his hands in front of you (Zoro), and the other is sliding his thick fingers along your clit (Luffy).

You gasp.

Your pussy clenches around nothing as Luffy fingers you, his grinning face inches from your own. He rests his chin on your shoulder, and whines. "Can I put it inside you?" He asks breathily, and you nod. Slowly, he pushes in two digits at the same time. You stiffen at the feeling, tensing under the other two's ministrations. Sanji nips at your ear.

"Easy, Luff. She's not warmed up yet."

"She's plenty wet," Luffy huskily replies. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of you, and you hitch a breath. Sanji grabs your ass, squeezing the flesh hard.

"Is that so?" He murmurs, letting his own hand explore your folds. His fingertips move gracefully around where Luffy is fingerfucking you, contorting his wrist to nip at your clit. Zoro sits up in front of you, and gently takes your face in his hands. He kisses you, hard.

"D'ya like that?" He asks, his teeth around your bottom lip. You whine, nodding softly as Luffy and Sanji pleasure you. Sanji's fingers dance around your puckered hole, behind where Luffy's still playing with your pussy.

"Is that alright, darling?" He asks, "Would you like your holes filled?"

Your pussy clamps down hard around Luffy's fingers--now three inside you at once--and he gasps. "Yeahhh," he giggles, voice raspy, "I think she likes that."

"Let's not deny her, then," Sanji growls, and gets up to open the dresser for lube. Luffy grins in your ear.

"I like you," he whispers, and speedily goes back to rubbing your clit. You moan, arching your back in pleasure.

"Can I lay down?" You ask, naked and hot beneath their movements. Sanji comes back to kneel on the bed, bottle of oil in hand. He puffs up some pillows for you to lie back on. Zoro scoots over, and opens his arms for you to rest against his chest. His body is warm, achingly so, and his arms are buff where they rest around you. He lazily plucks on your sensitive nipples.

"Excited?" He asks you, mouth pressed against your temple. Sheepish, you nod. Your face feels hot, and your legs are trembling.

"Nervous, too," you admit, as Luffy positions his face between your legs. You squeak, twitching a little as his breath ghosts over your inner thigh. It's squishy, with cellulite, and he places love bites along it on the way to your pussy. You squirm, held tight in Zoro's arms. "I-it's been a while since I've gotten laid."

"Well, perfect timing," he replies, and gently removes the sparkling kanzashi from your hair, letting it tumble down to your waist. He runs his fingers through it gently. "Pretty," he murmurs, and you flush. Luffy's face is at your core, lips positioned just above your aching heat. You need him, now.

"Please?" You ask, voice breathy, as heat churns in your gut. You've never felt this way before, this...this aching. Butterflies cry in your stomach, fluttering around fiercely. You imagine them red, and blue, and emerald green. You turn to press a kiss to Zoro's cheek.

Luffy's tongue flicks against your entrance.

"Tastes good," he mutters, before diving in facefirst. He laps at your clit, running his tongue over and over it in figure eights. His fingers come up to reclaim their rightful place inside you, pumping furiously as he licks at you like a dying man. You groan, arching into Zoro's chest where his hands grip your tits, keeping you in place. His own hard cock twitches against his abdomen, and you reach down to take it in one hand.

"Fuck," you say, surprised at his girth. Zoro's cock is heavy, thick as dynamite, with a light brown tip. Your fingers can't wrap all the way around it. He groans into your touch, and you turn your head to see his eye flutter shut. His cheeks are dusted amber-pink. Like a sunset, you think.

Luffy mutters something under his breath, nose still pressed against your pubic bone. His lips are latched around your clit, sucking hard. He crooks his fingers up a notch.

You cum.

Unbidden and unburdened, you spasm around Luffy's efforts. A loud moan escapes you, as you arch off Zoro's chest, his arms letting you go. You bury your hands in Luffy's raven hair, keeping him close to you. He grunts in approval, not stopping his efforts as he steers you through the waves. Like a pilot, steering a ship homeward.

Homeward, with them.

"I love it here," you breathe out, your shudders coming down in waves. Eventually, Luffy pulls out. You moan at the loss of touch.

He grins, "Don't worry," he turns to Sanji to grab the lube. "We won't leave you empty for long." He pours the crystal-clear oil onto his fingers, and you smell coconut. He flashes his eyes back up to you, wicked. He smears the lube across his cock. "Want me yet?"

"Of course!" You exclaim, sitting up to spread your legs. Zoro sits up too, repositioning on the bed. He bends forward, crawling on all fours to take Sanji's hard cock in his mouth. The blond moans, head falling back in pleasure. He runs both hands through Zoro's mossy hair.

Luffy kneels in front of you, pumping his own dick in his hand. It shines from the lube, bronze cockhead disappearing in and out of his fist. "Ready for me?" He cocks an eyebrow. You nod.

"Ready."

Slowly, he pushes in. You're already wet and stretched out from his fingers, so the press of his cock only ever feels like heaven. His eyes roll back in his head. "Fuuuuuck," he drawls out. His hips stutter, and his hands come shaky to rest on your tits. He plays with them, trembling. "C-can I--," he swallows, sweat forming on his brow, "Can I start moving?"

You hook your ankles around his waist, pulling him in. "Please," you whisper, "I need it."

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The bed creaks as he thrusts into you, pants heavy and hot on your shoulder as he ruts into you. The lamplight flickers from the bedside tables, casting orange shadows on his face. He turns to plant a messy kiss to your cheek. "Feels good, right baby?" He asks. "Wanna hear you cum," he moans, burying his face in your neck. You wrap your arms around his neck, eyes squeezed shut as you grip his silken hair in both hands.

"Y-Yes," you moan, voice pitchy, "Please keep going--!"

He ruts into you faster, propping up on his elbows so he can get better leverage. He angles his hips up, pistoning in and out of you and right up against your g-spot. Fireworks dance behind your eyelids. "Fuck!" You scream, pitching forward with your spine seizing up. Luffy giggles, and redoubles his efforts.

No one's ever fucked you this fast, before.

"H-holy shit, Luffy--," you pant, "I'm cumming--!"

"That's my girl," he roughly pounds into you, voice proud and dominant, "That's my good girl."

His dirty words send another jolt through you, and you shudder on his cock. You pant through your orgasm, sweat pouring down your temples. Your tits are hot, nipples tingling. Your legs shake around Luffy's thick torso.

He slows his pace.

"S'alright?" He asks, slowly pumping in and out of you as you come down. You nod, sitting up so he can pull out of you. You swallow, throat dry.

"Water?" You croak.

Luffy nods, reaching off the bed to pour water from a pitcher into a glass. There's a small silver tray with a crystal decanter, along with a porcelain dish adorned with a half-smoked blunt. You giggle.

"Smoke much?" You ask, eyeing Luffy as he hands you the glass. He grins, sheepish, and scratches the back of his head.

"Shishishi," he laughs, eyes crinkling shut. Holy shit, you think, that's the best laugh you've ever seen. The boy oozes charm, and comfortability. You can't help but feel at ease with him.

Luffy plops down next to you, his own glass in hand. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you close into his chest. "Let's cuddle," he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "I like you."

"I like you too," you respond quietly, cheeks warm. You don't want to overstep your boundaries, though you hope his sentiments are truthful. "Did you have fun?" You ask, meeting his gaze with doe eyes. Your whole body has gone soft, pliable, and you sink into the warmth of his chest. You sip your water thoughtfully.

"Mhmm," he nods happily, tightening his arm around your shoulders. His hand idly goes to stroke his own cock, still half-hard. Sanji and Zoro are at the foot of the bed, pleasuring each other. You blush, and see Luffy's grin turn wicked as he side-eyes you. "Wanna watch?"

Blankly, you nod.

Both you and Luffy sip from your crystalline glasses, slowly cooling down from your intense session. Luffy strokes his cock with a loose fist, more just enjoying the sensation than trying to get off. He probably has a lot of sex (and orgasms) throughout his day, so you don't really mind. You're too overstimulated to keep going, anyway. You curl your legs up to your chest, setting your empty water glass back down on the tray. A diamond droplet falls from the side and onto your fingers, plinking onto the porcelain dish with Luffy's discarded weed.

He leans over you to pluck the joint off the tray, along with a heavy brass lighter with a skull and crossbones emblazoned on the front. He flicks it on, and takes a long pull with his eyes closed. Zoro moans softly, and you turn back to look at where he's half-buried inside Sanji's hole.

Your eyes widen, having never been this close to two men fucking before. Their bodies are light, athletic, and shining with sweat. Sanji is bent over on all fours, his fist between his legs to slowly jerk himself off. Zoro's thrusts are lazy but powerful, keeping a steady rhythm. Both their faces are flushed.

Sanji's voice is raspy as he repeats his coworker's name, over and over again. With a grunt, Zoro cums.

"Fuck--," Sanji moans out, following behind him with swift, thick ropes of white hot cum shooting out onto the bed. Luffy groans.

"Guys, I just washed that!!!"

You burst out a laugh. You can't help it. The tension having been released from the room, your shoulders relax completely, and you squeal in delight against Luffy's chest.

"This is so fun!" You gasp, turning your face into Luffy's pectoral muscle. He has a bright scar along his chest, marking an X over his solar plexus. You land a kiss on it, fiercely. "I have to come back."

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Epilogue:

Luffy leans over the counter in front of Lavender-sama, where she's peering through her reading glasses at a stack of papers. Her hair is pinned back on one side, revealing an ear and the diamond teardrop that dangles from it, sparkling at the side of her face. Her gold finger guards are placed carefully on her desk, next to a feather pen. She flicks sharp eyes up at him.

"No."

Luffy groans, slumping forward over the counter of her office. "Ya didn't even hear what I hafta say yet!" He melts like rubber into the marble surface. She snorts.

"Don't have to," she says, regarding him over the top of her crystalline glasses. She ticks an eyebrow. "You have a crush on her, don't you?"

Luffy stiffens. He stares at the madame, eyes blown. "How'd ya know, Laven-sama??"

She clicks her tongue, and sets down the paper she'd been holding. Her hands spread delicately across it, small fingers spread wide. She shakes her head, then smiles. Her lips are painted like coral.

"You only ever dance for clients, Luffy. Let alone fuck them."

He blushes, face beet red. "But--um...," he stutters, at a loss for words. He hadn't meant to fuck her, truly. She'd just been so...hot.

He'd spotted her across the bar, from where he'd been giving an older gentleman a lap dance. As soon as the song ended, and he'd collected his tip, he dashed over to get to her as soon as possible. There was no way he was gonna let Zoro take her first.

The threesome had been new for him, too, but he'd liked it. He'd done shows with both Zoro and Sanji before, so it's not like he'd been uncomfortable. He's usually pretty open about sex, anyway. But Laven-sama was right: Luffy only ever danced for the clients in his room. He sucks in his cheeks, chewing on his thoughts.

"Think she'll come back?" He asks quietly.

Lavender-sama's eyes soften. They twinkle violet in the rainbow lamplight. She sighs, and turns back to her paperwork.

"I hope so...for both our sakes."

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[pimosworld]

So Blue

Club Blue Jones x f!Reader Jake Lockley x f!Reader

This is a fic based on this post by @thedarkcoven and @melodygatesauthor

Summary- Jake comes to his cousin Blue’s aide in a time of need but finds something he needs much more.

CW-NSFW,18+ MDNI,Explicit, dub con,non con, Blue owns a Brothel and reader is a sex worker. Degrading comments,possessive Blue,possessive Jake, hints of yandere Jake, cursing, kissing, angst, innocence kink,fingering,oral sex female receiving, unprotected piv,anal,anal cream pie,dacryphilia,cum eating, orgasm denial,kidnapping.A hint of Steven and Marc if you squint.

WC-3k

A/N-Please do not read if this is not for you, this is a safe space to explore things outside of the normal world. If I forgot any tag warnings feel free to comment.

Not beta read

Your hands are shaking as you make your way down the hall to Blue’s office. You were only called into the office for two reasons, when Blue was feeling possessive and needed to let off some steam. He would bend you over his desk for what felt like hours, ramming his thick cock into you. Your screams of pleasure would echo down the hall for all his men to hear. 

  The other reason which usually resulted in the same outcome was that you’re in trouble. Each time brought a flutter of nerves and excitement, your brain can’t decide how to feel about Blue. He was so wrong and fucked up in so many ways, yet he could be so sweet when he wanted to. Keeping you right where he wanted, in limbo with your own body. 

  You stand in front of the door taking slow deep breaths as you smooth your hands down your barely there skirt and adjust your tie front crop top. Blue made you wear these clothes if you could call them that. You slowly open the door and you’re hit with a strong musky scent, like Blue’s but there’s something different there. You see the back of a man’s head seated in front of Blue’s desk, your heart slams in your chest at the thought of interrupting a meeting.

  So stupid you should have knocked 

  You’re turning on your heel faster than you can register. 

  “Where are you going sweetheart.” His voice stops you in your tracks and you turn to see Blue uncharacteristically smiling at you. He motions come here with his fingers and you’re at his side in an instant. He places a firm hand on the small of your back as he faces you towards the man in the chair. Your breath catches in your throat as you're met with venomous eyes and a grim expression. He’s staring at you but he’s looking at your eyes, something most men don’t do.

  You can smell it now the difference it’s fresh leather, his jacket and gloves in pristine condition. He definitely cares about his appearance, it seems just as much as Blue. Something about him was so familiar and you don’t even notice how long you’ve been staring at each other until a tight squeeze on your hip brings you back. 

  “This is my cousin Jake, he’s gonna be here for a few days to keep an eye on some things for me.”

  “Jake, this is my number one girl.” He smacks your ass eliciting a yelp from you and you can’t look at the man in front of you. Your face grows hot at the display he’s showing in front of this man who certainly peaked your curiosity. 

  “What’s your na-.”

  “Don’t worry about what her name is.” Blue bites out. Jake shoots him a look of warning and Blue holds his hands up in mock surrender.

  He’s not in control

  “Listen, her name is not important. If you need anything from her you ask me. Jake nods at him in understanding. 

  “Go get ready,you’ve got a busy night and I don’t want you keeping anyone waiting.” He slaps your ass again and you stifle a groan not wanting to deal with the aftermath of him hearing you. 

  “Yes sir.” Is all you manage as you round the desk.

  “Adiós Princesa.” He’s gonna be trouble. 

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  “I need you to keep an eye on some high profile clients.” Blue lights his cigar and settles further into his chair. 

  “You’ve got muscle all over this place, what do you need me for?” Jake knows he’s not here by accident. 

  “They don’t have an eye like you…I think there’s some business going on under the table and I don’t want it going on in my club.”

  “Fair enough, I can only stay a few days.” Jake pulls his hat down nervously. 

  “A few days is all I need and you’ll be paid before you leave.”

  Jake stands to leave but hesitates just before the door.

  “How much for your number one girl?”

  Blue clenches his fist, digging his fingernails into his palm. He takes a steady calming breath and rolls his tense shoulders back. Jake was doing him a favor, but the thought of him having you still made him jealous. 

  “I’m not paying you enough for her.” He smirks to himself waiting for Jake's response.

  Jake is seeing red-does he know who I am? He knows he would never do anything to his cousin but it was hard keeping his cool when he always had such a smart mouth.

  “I have my own money hermaño.”

  Jake's insistence was pissing him off but he needed his help.

  “You can have her tomorrow night, she’s busy tonight.” 

  “For how lo-.”

  “I’ll decide how long.” He says through gritted teeth. 

  Jake exits the office with a noxious grin. I think I’ll decide.

  ****

  Blue told you to be ready for Jake. He was colder than normal and didn’t give you many details. You weren’t new to this but something about Jake made you nervous. 

  You knock lightly on his door and he immediately opens as if he was waiting on the other side. He beckons you in and turns you to face him.Your eyes trail down his bare chest and notice the bulge in his black boxers. He looks at you hungrily as he pulls the tie on your black silk robe letting it fall to the floor. You’re wearing matching blue lace lingerie underneath. 

  “I see you followed my instructions.” He grazes his thumb over your nipple sending a shiver down your spine. He leans in to kiss you but you pull away. You see that look in his eyes again and you’re trembling but they immediately soften into something sad. 

  “He doesn’t kiss you?” 

  “No sir.” He places a hand behind your neck pulling you into a bruising kiss, your lips melt into his as he moans into your mouth. He’s pushing you onto the bed without breaking the kiss as your tongues dance with one another. You feel like you’re floating from this intimacy. You feel the guilt creep up on someone other than Blue making you feel like this but you push it down not wanting to ruin this moment. 

  “I’m gonna make you feel good Princesa.” He’s breathless as he trails kisses along your jaw and down your body, he gently lifts your hips to slide your panties down and groans at the sight of your dripping folds. He licks a stripe through your entrance and circles your clit with his tongue. Soft whimpers leave your mouth as you grip the sheets beneath you.

  “He doesn’t take his time with you, does he?” He doesn’t give you time to answer as he inserts a finger into your slick cunt drawing quick circles around your clit with his thumb. 

  You slam your hand over your mouth to muffle the cries of pleasure. He quickly grabs your wrist with his other hand. 

  “I want to hear you, I want him to hear you.” Fuck

  He inserts another finger and fucks you at a fast pace, you don’t know how you’ll survive if his fingers stretch you like this. His tongue is on your sensitive nub and your breath hitches as he closes his lips down on your clit. He grinds his hips into the mattress for some friction where he desperately needs it. 

  “Oh..fuck…sir right there.” He chuckles lowly into your pussy and the vibrations could send you over the edge.

  “You can call me Jake.” He curls his fingers and presses down on your bundle of nerves. Your release slams through you leaving you sobbing his name as your whole body shakes. He’s kissing your thighs as you come back down and looking at you like you hold all the answers. 

  “Be a good girl and get on your hands and knees.”

  Your body moves faster than your brain wanted you to but you’re putty in his hands now. You can hear him shuffle behind you as he discards his boxers somewhere. You’re trying to calm your ragged breathing but his hot tongue devours your slick folds and circles your rim. His hands grip your waist before you collapse into the headboard.

  He grips the base of his cock slowly dragging it through your slit, you can feel his tip breach your entrance and you keen at the stretch. He’s rocking his hips back and forth and his thick cock can barely fit.Your pussy clenches down on him and he bites down on his bottom lip practically drawing blood. 

  “I need you to relax…just let me in and it will feel so much better.” He reaches around and his fingertips circle your swollen clit. He can feel you relax around him as he works your hips onto his length. He’s in awe watching your slick coat the base of his cock as he stretches your pussy to the brim. 

  “Tell me who's making you feel this good.” He’s panting behind you as he picks up his pace.

  “You Jake…fuck it feels so good.” All you can hear are the sounds of his hips meeting yours, the squelch of your cunt as his balls slap your clit over and over.

  “Can I put it anywhere?” He runs his thumb along your lesser used hole and all you can manage is a breathy yes. He pulls out of your entrance and spreads your ass wide with his calloused hands.

You feel a glob of spit on your rim causing your pussy to clench around nothing. He prods just the tip and you already feel so full, he churns his hips slowly and your body feels on fire. The sensation has never felt so good, no one has ever taken their time. 

  You can tell he’s coming apart as his groans grow deeper and his thrusts become erratic. The pain gives way to pleasure as he snaps his hips into yours, he’s filling you with each roll of his hips and you can’t hear your thoughts over the screams of his name. 

  “Who do you belong to?” He’s grunting behind you as he slams you down on his cock. 

  “You..I’m.yours.Jake.” Each word punctuated on a thrust. A wrecked sound tears out of his chest from deep within as his release slams through him. His hips slow as he empties himself inside you. He trails light kisses down your sweaty spine and pulls out of you with a hiss. 

  You collapse onto the bed and he pulls your back flush with his chest. You can hear him drifting off to sleep as he mutters under his breath. 

  “Not letting you go, never letting you go.” 

  ****

  You don’t know how long you’ve been asleep when you hear a rap on the door. You turn to see Jake fast asleep, you raise his arm from your waist and slink out of bed to not disturb him.

  As you place your robe back on you hear another frantic knock on the door. You hurry over to open it, not wasting time to find your panties. 

  “Times up sweetheart.” Blue’s eyes are bloodshot, his liner is smeared down his face and the anger in his expression isn’t one you’ve seen before. He grabs your arm and yanks you out of the room slamming the door behind you. His grip on you doesn’t loosen as he stalks down the hallway. You can hardly keep up with him as you trip over your feet.

  “He fuck you so stupid you can’t even walk.” He doesn’t bother to pick you up, practically dragging you down the hall to his office. You can feel the tears prickling behind your eyes. His office door is a welcome sight for your poor knees. 

  “Get up.” His pupils are blown wide as you stand on shaky legs to enter his office. He’s pacing back and forth, Blue’s never been like this. He wouldn’t kill you, would he? He asked you to go to Jake's room. He finally stops pacing and sits in his chair. You can only stare at the floor afraid to meet his gaze as you fidget with the hem of your robe. 

  “Come have a seat.” His voice has softened a little and you feel a brief moment of relief. You move towards the chair but hear the faint sound of his belt buckle, as you look up and meet his eyes you can see the resemblance- the venomous eyes. 

  “You know where I want you to sit.” You can feel the arousal between your legs mixed with the dried cum. His cock is red and angry leaking precum down his length. You move to stand in front of him facing away as he smooths his hands up and down your thighs. He smacks your thigh and you hover your entrance over his lap. 

  “Sit.” You cry out at the stretch as he pulls you flush against his hips giving you no time to adjust. 

  “Did you enjoy yourself?” How do you answer this?

  “No.” He slaps your pussy hard and you bite down on your tongue. 

  “Yes.” He growls in your ear and you can feel his cock pulse inside your walls. 

  “If you want to keep lying to me that’s fine, you’ll just have to make it up to me later.” He circles your clit with his fingertips and you clench around him. 

  “Who do you belong to?” You're weightless as he bounces you on his cock punching something deep inside you. 

  “You Blue…I belong to you.” He grips your hair pulling you back against his chest as he thrusts his hips up. 

  “Oh…tsk tsk I thought you were Jakes?” Was he listening? 

  “I’m so sorry Blue, I’m yours I’m all yours I swear.” You’re sobbing now as he picks up his pace, never releasing the grip on your hair. Your orgasm is approaching and you shouldn’t have this reaction to him but your body craves it. He’s the rehab and the drug all at once. 

  You’re thrust forward onto the desk and your grasping at anything for purchase as he fucks you at a relentless pace.

  “Oh my god…Blue please.” Your cunt swallows him with each thrust. He pulls out of you suddenly, coming with a choked sound as he pumps his cock with his fist. You can feel the hot ropes of cum on your back staining the black satin robe. You can hear his wrecked groans as he milks the last of himself into his hand. He leans forward onto your back holding his hand in front of your face. 

  “Clean it.” You lick the salty remnants of his spend from his hand, moaning and savoring the taste the way he likes. As he slumps back into his chair you feel your pussy ache at the lack of release. 

  “You can go sweetheart.” The whine that escapes you is not lost on him.

  “Maybe when you remember who you belong to you can come.” His menacing laugh echoes in your thoughts for the rest of the night.

  ****

  “Those clients you wanted me to watch, we're trying to poach some of your girls. I took care of them so you shouldn’t have any more problems.”

  Blue doesn’t really care what taking care of them means as long as the problem is resolved.

  “Good, feel free to stay one more night. I’ll send some girls to your room.” 

  “Thanks hermaño, I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow. Ugh no need to send any girls, I need my rest for the drive.” Jake stands to exit Blue’s office but hesitates once again at the door. 

  “How much for your girl?” Blue groans white knuckling his chair -not this again. 

  “It’ll be double for tonight, same rules as last time.” He relents not wanting to cause a rift and is grateful for Jake's help.

  “I mean how much to keep her…I want her.” 

  If Blue could spit fire he would. Who does he think he is? He would have anyone else killed for less than what Jakes got away with and now this? 

  Jake turns to face Blue and he’s seething, a long silence passes between the two men as he awaits his response.

  “I wouldn’t let you have her for all the money in the world...She’s mine” His voice is dark and barely above a whisper. His eyes narrow slits and he looks like a snake ready to strike.

  Jake walks towards his desk and Blue stands,both men on either side. He’s a wolf in the lion's den but he won’t back down. He leans forward placing his hands on the desk. 

  “People don’t say no to me Blue.” He laughs, the bastard laughs and for the first time Jake thinks he might be in trouble. Blue leans forward just inches away from Jake's face.

  “There’s a first time for everything…Goodnight Jake.” He doesn’t falter, their faces still inches apart and then his face splits into a sickly sweet grin sending a chill down Blue’s spine.

  “Goodnight.”

  ****

  Your head is pounding in your skull and your body feels in motion. You can’t tell if it’s day or night but you know you’re not in your room. The smell of leather permeates your senses and it hurts to open your eyes. Your face is wet from laying in a puddle of your own drool. 

  You lift your weak body up and come to the realization that you're in a car. The windows are tinted black and you can hardly see outside-its a limousine. You wipe the drool from your mouth and try to remember the night. After Blue made you leave you cleaned yourself up and went to bed.

Is that really all you remember? 

  Tears begin to spill as panic sets in, the bile coming up in your throat at the thought of being in a stranger's car. You start to crawl towards the front and your body is so weak, you’ve never felt like this before as you try to focus on the soft carpet beneath your palms. You knock lightly on the partition and it slowly lowers. 

  “Good morning hermosa, how’d you sleep?” Your breath catches in your throat at the site of Jake. His hat pulled down above his furrowed brow.

  “Please…take me back please. He’s going to be so mad.” You're crying and trying to catch your breath. All the while he’s laughing as his gloved hands tighten the grip on the steering wheel.

  “Don’t worry, you’re safe with me now.You’re safe with us now.”He raises the partition muffling your screams as you bang on it incessantly. You feel the exhaustion creeping in from your panic and you know no matter the outcome you were not safe.

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[kapapi-o]

Heaven Sent

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Fem!reader x Cyno

Not proofread, oops. pt. 1/?

Des: So basically fem!reader is being held as a worker at an illegal brothel. Resigned and hopeless to this fate, she almost accepts this until our general Cyno comes in the door. [1.2k words]

Warnings: Suggestions of abuse, sa, and exploitation (lightly). Bad jokes.

It's kinda wholesome, I promise!

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The bell chimes and you hear the woman say the usual phrase, "Welcome, esteemed guest! Which of our ladies may serve you tonight?"

At the front of the entrance, a hooded figure stood tall and assertively. His eyes flickered like red embers, complexion browned from the desert's sun, and rough hair that was a smokey light gray.

The moon shined in from the cracks and under it, he looked ethereal, but like any man that stepped foot in this place, you reckon he's just as disgusting as them all. Scum looking to use others however they please…no regard, nor dignity.

He scans the incense filled hall before his eyes meet yours. Then, he expectantly points to you and anxiety begins to flood you as you're led to a room of thin walls, stolen furniture, and second-hand appliances. Whether you liked it or not, if you wanted to get out of that place, you had to serve any client.

Knowing that, you force away your prejudice for what's in store for you. Just for a chance of a better future. One you felt was dimming with every passing day you were trapped there.

"Good sir," your tongue tasted bitterly at the words, "is there anything I can do for you?"

You finally uttered out, successfully choking back the bile, and saying it with every affection you could muster. However genuine that may be.

"You need not do anything." He replies, seemingly unimpressed as a nonchalant expression coveting his features. "I'm not here for that." His cold demeanor relieves you a bit, but you're not ready to relax just yet. His behavior was setting off suspicion, so not wanting to get reprimanded by the lady who runs the house, you tried to allure him…

He sat across from you on a carpet, and you crawled towards him. Every movement flaunted part of your body, --most that you are confident in-- but given the situation you're in, this act filled you with humiliation.

"Nothing at all?" You forced out, yet again. This time, he looks into your eyes filled with despair. Not for the lack of affection of this stranger, heavens no. This was despair over the fact that you had to grovel and hand over yourself to others for freedom.

This, the man knew.

Before you could reach for his face, he takes your hand firmly and returns it to your side. His hands meet your shoulders and fix the clothes that were sliding off them. Your eyes widened to this. Stunned at how, for once, a person that walked through those doors didn't want to take advantage of you.

"I have no interest." He said lastly, immediately shutting off all doubt in his words. So there, you sat, convinced and estranged.

After such an interaction, you remained silent throughout the entire session. Content in what was a rare, albeit awkward and peaceful time. The time passed painfully slowly though, it was frankly, uneventful. That was until the nearing end,

"Come here" he orders, not harshly, but affirmatively.

Knowing you were without a second choice, you did as told and knelt to his level. His hand reaches for your face, and fearing what you've grown accustomed to, you shut your eyes. Scolding yourself for ever believing in good..

You felt something press on your lips, then nudge itself to the side of your cheek. Your brow raises at this and you decide to open your eyes.

You peer down at the amber eyed man as he uses his thumb to smear your makeup. On your lips, a bit on your eyes..and..there, you were done!

After taking a look at you, the man then runs his hand through your hair, messing it up in the process.

Seemingly satisfied with what he's done, he sighs in content. "Perfect." He mutters.

He then promptly messes his own hair and loosens his clothing, which spells you in further confusion. What is with this man? You couldn't help but think.

Told by your perplexed face, the man says to you, "if we come out like this, you would not be punished by your Madam."

How did he know this? Was he aware of your disingenuous approach to him?

Realizing his intentions, you breathed a soft thank you.

Which served as a reminder for why he's there in the first place. He casts his glance downwards, hints of anger and maybe even shame…you didn't cause that…right?

He inhaled and exhaled heavily. Amber eyes meeting yours, staring dead to the core at your soul, before he opens his mouth to speak,

"What's the longest word in the dictionary?"

You stared at him, your mind racing for an answer.

"Smiles. Because there's a mile between each s."

Silence filled the room surrounding you both. Your mind slowly registering the joke, and then at that, the horror of the situation.

"Pardon?"

"The joke is in that the distance of miles is in the word 'smiles' --so by continuing the pattern of the letters, it is indeed the longest word in the dictionary under the context that the letters 'miles,' is treated by its actual measurement outside of the word."

"Amusing, isn't it?" He concluded, rather too calmly than your liking.

You squint your eyes, brows knitted at him, and mouth frowning.

"I tell jokes whenever the room feels less than atmospheric."

You swallowed the urge to usher him away from you, and sighed in relief. Without thinking, you let out a small chuckle. Not for his terrible joke, but for the bizarity of the matter.

If any onlooker were present in the room right now, their pity for you would have duplicated had they thought that your life was this tragic, you'd genuinely laugh at such an agonizing taste of humor.

Thankfully, there was only one: the gray haired comedian-reject who felt a tinge of pride by your undeserving laugh. Small, yet, one he'll hold onto to make his month.

While you were in thought, he neatly picks himself from the floor, heading to the outside of the room. Before he does however, you reach for his hand, and without fully understanding what you were doing, you asked,

"Will you be back?" His eyes met yours once more, and for the first time in that whole night, he saw hope in them.

"Yes, I have a job to finish after all." He answered, not a single infliction of his voice carried any warmth, and yet, he was somehow reassuring.

After he left, and all the other patrons of the brothel did too, the laborious day had finally come to an end at the brothel.

Your fellow workers were allowed to rest. Their last thought before tiredness overtook them, was of surviving another tomorrow. But you remained by the window, filled with a hope that things will get better. That strange man…

Amusing, isn't it?

You recall those words, and the glint of kindness that those words held from the one who said them.

Thinking about it, you hadn't answered him.

Maybe not for the joke…but for this strange man,

"Yes," you muttered to yourself, "I suppose it was." You replied, holding fondly to the musings that occur under that shining moon night.

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A/N: Part 2 is here.

[melodygatesauthor]

Just a thot, Jake Lockley being a cousin of Club!Blue Jones.... Maybe Jake even becomes one of your #1 customers while working at Blue's club. <3 Id die from hotness lol

oh.my.GOD

Who's writing this hm??

WHOMST IS WRITING THIS

cause I would if I didn't already have a mountain of ideas I was drowning in. WHAT THE HELL.

And Blue getting jealous.

Jake's like, "Mm, you know that one over there, with the pretty blue lingerie and the eyes that take your breath away?"

"Her?" Blue points at you, "yeah...what about her?"

"How much?" Jake asks.

"For the night?"

"No...I want to keep her."

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Sitting at the kitchen island, eating in silence, Kim feels stretched out and worn thin. He feels fifteen and lost. It’s that scared, broken child in him that asks, “Are you afraid of me?” He can’t ask, do you hate me?

“Of course not!” Chay’s vehement denial startles him, then it warms him. Kim turns to Chay like a flower facing the sun, unfurling beneath its warm rays. But there’s still a bruise on Chay’s neck, and Kim can see the ghost of fingerprints around his wrists where his sleeves ride up, and he shrivels back into a guilty, dead thing. 

“I hurt you.”

“I don’t know what you did,” Chay says honestly. “Yeah, you scared me. I didn’t know who you were, or what was wrong with you, or why you acted the way you did. But I know now.”

“I wish you didn’t.” 

“Me too.” 

Kim looks down at his plate. The cheerfully bright fruit mocks him. He stabs a strawberry and feels an ache in his heart. “What happens now?” 

“What do you want to happen now?” 

Kim doesn’t know. He honestly doesn’t. What he wants has never mattered, before.

When the silence stretches too far for Chay to abide, he offers his hand to Kim and gently says, “I love you, P’Kim. I’m not going anywhere until you send me away.”

“Why?” Kim doesn’t understand. Now that Chay knows—Kim can barely touch him, doesn’t know how to love him, and now Chay knows why, knows the awful, filthy, disgusting things Kim has done—why would he love that? How could he? 

“Why?” Chay laughs, ragged around the edges. “I just do. I love you. And this—it doesn’t change anything for me.”

Tentatively, Kim takes Chay’s hand. 

“I can’t promise I’ll be good for you.”

“That’s alright,” Chay says easily. “I just want you to be you.”

[navybrat817]

Birthday Stories poll! 🥳 Since brothel won a top spot, let's have some fun with. And keep in mind, the men may be the ones working there. 😏 So...

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"Runnin' Roughshod"

Pairing: Bucky x black female Reader

Rated: Explicit

Tags: civil war, westward expansion, homesteader Bucky, Black!Fem!Reader, slavery, historic AU, forbidden romance, interracial relationship, racism, period typical attitudes, brothel, prostitution

A Bucky x Black!fem!Reader historical AU fic that I decided to bullet point for funsies, and then wound up writing half of the damn thing that way 🙄

You're a slave living in 1860 Missouri, just outside of St. Louis.

You're the property of (and half-sister to) Master Lewis. Lucky for you, Master Lewis Senior is dead, and Lewis Jr.'s young bride Darcilla is kind and agreeable, with progressive notions that she brought along with her trousseau when she came from Maryland to wed Master Lewis.

Life is very good for you, compared to some others. You work in the house, as lady's maid to the new Mrs. Lewis (who insists you call her Ms. Darcy), and sometimes help in the shop in town.

The Lewis's own a handful of other slaves who help run their household and dressmaker's shop, but since the death of your mother you've had no family (well, except for Master Lewis, though nobody counts that). You do your work and keep to yourself. Sometimes you make a little money at the dress shop, which Mistress Darcy lets you keep behind her husband's back.

You save up every penny, but buying your own freedom is a far off dream. Your whole life, you've never seriously contemplated running away. It isn't worth the risk.

But when tensions in the county begin to rise and you hear rumors of secession, you grow worried. You begin to squirrel away what valuables you can, gain the trust of your mistress, and bide your time.

With the uncertainty of war brewing, Master Lewis announces his plans to move the family deeper south. You can no longer afford to wait. You have to get out now, before your one and only chance is lost forever.

Your money gets you as far as Topeka, where you're forced to stop until you can earn enough to join a wagon train out West. You find work at a saloon, serving drinks and making flirty conversation with the men who come in for a good time.

In the mornings, you begin to learn the piano from "Old Freddie," and during the occasional slow afternoon, Madame Lapierre, the French woman who governs the "upstairs" girls, will play a game of chess with you whilst she tries to make headway in convincing you to "expand your employment opportunities."

Topeka is Free-Soiler territory, but there's always the fear that Master Lewis might find you. And, on the verge of statehood, the Kansas territory has tipped into increasingly violent conflict between anti- and pro-slavery settlers. With conditions worsening and all out war looming on the horizon, you have no guarantee of safety there anymore.

Desperate to raise the funds to go West more quickly, you tell Madame that you're ready to start selling more than drinks and conversation. You become her newest "poppet" prepared to do whatever it takes to get out of town before your luck - and your freedom - run out.

You've never been with a man, but you know the rudimentary facts of life, and with a little help from the other girls and Madame, you prepare to become just another "sporting girl."

Your first afternoon on the job, a roughshod rider comes into town, seeking lodging, drink, and the sort of "company" that you're there to provide.

The white girls get first dibs on clients, but the roughshod asks for you to be sent up to his room. You wish he wouldn't have. Not because you want to put off the inevitable, but because now the other girls will be nasty to you. The man is handsome, and the girls were all eager to get their hands in his pockets.

You're shaking in your boots, but Madame gives you a shot of whiskey, a spritz of her genuine French perfume, and a tiny pewter snuff case for "wetting the way," (whatever that means). She tells you to put it in your bosom and use it "when the time is right."

Terrified but determined to see it through, you head upstairs to the roughshod's room.

It does not go as you expect. First, he demands to know if you're working there of your own free will. You admit that he is your very first client - which you regret doing, because his face goes even stonier when you do. He barks out orders at you, insisting that you leave the room at once and fetch him the house's tub.

He wants a bath - a hot one! - and with soap, and a towel!! You're very happy about that, because it costs a whole sixty-five cents more, and it will also mean extra time spent with you, which leaves you with even more money in your pocket at the end of the day. You're still nervous, but elated at the luck you're having on your very first client!

The other girls are stewing in the hall with jealously and make snide comments about your race and the man's preference for you. They refuse to help you prepare the bath, but you don't care one lick. That's just more time the roughshod will be paying to spend with you, while you haul bucket after bucket of boiled water up the stairs.

Madame catches you in the hallway and tells you not to mind the other girls. She's a bit drunk on sherry, and she jokes that at this rate, you'll probably only have to spread your legs for two or three minutes! (God, you hope so).

The man is filthy, and he's hurt - as though he's been in a fight or fallen from his horse. He asks you to help bathe him, and you get started with your heart in your throat. His manners are as rough as he is, but he isn't mean to you, and he doesn't try to grab you, which is a relief. With shaking hands, you proceed to wash him.

This is your first time touching a naked man's body, and you try not to look down into the bathwater as you wash him. You're embarrassed, but it's not just nerves; seeing and touching such a handsome man has you warming as though you've downed another three shots of whiskey.

You squirm and fight not to let the roughshod see your flusterment, as your belly tightens with the familiar, but never indulged, feelings of lust.

The roughshod stays in the bath until the water's gone gray and cold. You kneel beside the tub and wring out the cloth, but squeak when, all at once, the man heaves himself up to standing, the water streaming down his body and his ... his Johnson right at the level of your face!

He grunts and swings his leg out of the tub - exposing all of his manhood jostling around not even two feet from your face as he does so! You blush and look away, but you can feel him staring at you as he grabs up the towel and dries himself off.

Surely, you think, now he will ask you to take off your clothes and join him on the bed. You know only the basics of what goes where for the act, having witnessed clandestine coitus a time or two in your life. You wait, unable to look up at him, as you expect to hear his gruff voice order you about. And it does.

"Get up."

You stand, trembling. But what he says next isn't what you're expecting: "You know how to rub a man's muscles?"

You look up at him. He's got the towel in hand, making no effort to use it to cover himself. Then again, you think, why should he? You're just another painted poppet (or, soon to be). "R-rub what?" you stammer - quite idiotically. Of course, you know what muscles are. ... You're just not sure if he's using the word as a ... a euphemism.

He rolls his eyes and brings the towel up to dry his hair. "Knew I should'a asked for the China girl," he mutters.

You clear your throat and look steadfastly at his face. "You're hurt," you say, because you've seen every part of his body now, despite your efforts to keep your eyes trained North. And you know he's got bruises all on his legs and back and sides.

The roughshod nods and abandons the towel to the floor. "Yeah." He's not a talker, but you get the impression he's waiting to hear something from you.

You struggle to think of what that might be. "I ... have ... rubbed my mother's shoulders, when they hurt her. Um. And her feet?"

If you're not mistaken, the man's mouth twitches up the barest bit, beneath his beard. "Eh," he says, then turns around, presenting you with his - very manly - ass. "How bad can ya be?" He walks towards the bed, waving you along without looking back. "Well c'mere then."

He climbs up onto the room's bed and lies down, face in his arms. "What're you doing?" he grumps. "I said get over here."

Swallowing thickly, you hurry across the room. With his back turned, you have less trouble letting your eyes rove over his naked body. His back is broad and muscled, going from impossibly wide and tanned shoulders, tapering all the way down to his slim hips and his pale ass. His thighs are hairy and---no. You force your eyes true north again, looking at the bruises that you're increasingly starting to suspect came from a beating. "What happened to you?" you ask.

His head stays pillowed in the crooks of his arms. "Get up on the bed," he grunts. "Sit on my ass and I'll tell 'ya what to do."

Your eyes all but bug out of your head, when he tells you to straddle him. You do, your skirt rustling as you move and get up on him. You're hesitant to put your weight down, but he huffs and tells you to sit.

"Speck like you ain't gonna feel any more'n a feather. Sit."

He talks you through giving him - what he deems a "goddamn lousy" - massage. He grunts whenever you press on his bruises, pained, but once you get the hang of it, he at least goes quiet and doesn't complain anymore, so maybe you're not so horrible at it after all.

You rub his shoulders, his neck and back; your belly coiling tight once again, filling with a swooping feeling at having his warm skin and hard muscles underhand, at the feeling of his body held between your legs. You worry that he somehow knows how you're reacting, but you don't speak and neither does he.

When he eventually groans from pained-pleasure rather than pain, you can't help but smirk triumphantly. You keep expecting him to roll over and declare the massage over and demand for you to touch his Johnson, but that keeps not happening (though he does groan a little more).

You check the clock and see that it's now early evening. The light outside is almost gone. You worry that he's lost track of time and might refuse to pay for the hours he's spent with you, which will get your wages garnished.

So, tentatively, you slide your hands down to his thick waist, the swooping feeling intensifying at watching all the muscles in his back tense and shift underneath the skin.

"Why'd you stop?" he grunts.

"Are ... are you sure ..." You hesitate, not knowing how to seduce a man.

"Spit it out," he says, annoyed.

You lick your lips. "Well I just ... it's been awhile now and ... Are you sure this is all you want?"

"It feels good," he snaps, voice muffled in his arms. "That's what I'm payin' you for, ain't it?"

His uncharitable response should make you relieved, but instead it just leaves you worried and confused. Are you not seductive enough? Is he going to complain to Madame once he leaves here?

You need to speak up, take action, or else you may be in trouble. "Mister," you say, "I--"

"James," he grunts. "S'my name."

You pause, surprised that he wants you to use it, since he doesn't seem to like you very much. "James," you try again. "I want to make sure you're ... um ... getting your money's worth?"

He's silent and still, then drawls, "You don't sound too sure about that."

FOLKS THIS HAS BEEN OUT OF HAND FOR AWHILE NOW. LETS GO BACK TO AN ACTUAL FUCKING OUTLINE:

He has you lie down on the bed, and he regards you tenderly and seems like he's going to finally do it, but his face goes sour when you nervously reach your hand for his Johnson, and he tells you he doesn't need anything else.

"That's enough." He rolls away, comes back with a dollar bill, hands it over and gruffly tells you to go over to the mercantile and buy him a fresh shirt.

Relieved and yet somehow also terribly disappointed, you do so. When you return, his hair is tied back and he's got his pants on again.

You expect him to dismiss you, but he tells you he wants your company in the downstairs, too. He takes you down and the two of you eat and drink together at his behest. As it's now evening, the other poppets work on men nearby, shooting you jealous looks every so often.

James slowly opens up to you, engaging you in conversation over his dinner. You can't help but talk back, the conversation coming naturally and your shoulders relaxing. James is much more likeable after a whiskey or two, and the two of you even laugh and joke together. He decides to teach you a dice game, and the two of you have fun well into the evening, until he goes back up to bed -- alone.

Madame is drunk and very proud--because the roughshod actually pays for the entire time! In one fell swoop, you've made a handsome sum! You begin to hope that soon you'll be able to buy your way onto a wagon train and go West!

But the next day, your fortunes change.

A lawman shows up with none other than Mr. Brooks--Master Lewis' most trusted slave. Brooks tells the lawman that you are the one he's looking for. He has your papers to prove Mr. Lewis' ownership!

Being only tenuously free territory, the lawman has the say so on what happens to you. Just when it looks like he's going to hand you over to Brooks, the roughshod comes downstairs. He claims you're his property and that your name is Pearl. He has no proof, but says that's because he bought you from a 'chief down in Indian country' (the Oklahoma territory).

One of the white girls calls out that that's not true: you work there.

It seems that the lie won't work, but when the lawman asks Madame if that's true, Madame says your name is Pearl and you showed up with the roughshod the other day.

The marshal decides to trust the word of a white man over Mr. Brooks (who looks very angry indeed). He brandishes the papers and promises to come back with Master Lewis.

With no time to spare, you make haste. You have to leave town now, no matter the fact that you don't have the money to make it out West. You stuff your things in your bag and leave with the wages you've earned.

Outside, the roughshod grabs your arm and pulls you in. He demands you tell him the truth, since he stuck his neck out for you.

You confess everything--running away, your plan to set out West for San Francisco. You fear that he's had a change of heart and will take you to the lawman, but he gets stern-faced again and gruffly tells you to come with him back to his home with him.

You're confused, but he is bossy and all but forces you back to his homestead with him. There, he informs you that, after getting into a "scrape" with some locals himself, he has to leave. He offers to take you out West with him, and part ways in California.

You agree.

Sometime, months later, in California:

The country is at war, but it feels far away from where you are now, as do Master Lewis' chances of ever finding you again. James has hope that the North will win and slavery will be done away with, when the two of you arrive in San Francisco. You make him breakfast, and ask: "What now?"

He gets quiet for awhile. "Woman like you?" He says, chewing the last bite of a biscuit. "Sews, can play chess, hard worker, beautiful, and you cook like this?" He sticks his tongue in his cheek and looks away for a moment. When he looks back, there's false cheer in his eyes. "You're gonna make some man a fine wife someday."

You inhale deeply, fighting to keep the sting of that comment from getting to your eyes. "But not you?" you finally say, once you've gathered the breath - and the courage - to do so.

The false cheer bleeds to sadness, fond and regretful, and he shakes his head softly. "No Darlin'. Not me."

(spoiler alert: you wind up together with a happy ending anyway)

IM SORRY IT'S TWO AM WHY DID I DO THIS I NEED TO SLEEEEP 😩

(Will def be writing (more of) this fic in the future though!)

[momosartgalaxy]

So it's @scribe-of-hael birthday SHOCKING SHIT I KNOW!

So as a gift to her I drew her version/holoform of their Overlord! with our holo/human version of Tarn.

Oh! TW: Trypophobia - due to Tarns scarification also also they are naked with tatical fabric draping

Did forget to mention that THIS tarn is apart of a au... a brothel au. I will not disclose futher, except for mentioning Mercy is my partner in crime.

ANYWAY

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAEL!~

[springfallendeer]

Training Day: Eclipse

Brothel AU Eclipse x (F)Reader

Contains things like toy use, biting, and of course its a brothel AU so the whole thing is about animatronic prostitutes

An anxious tremor rolls through you as you look at the door in front of you. Black, and unassuming. 

You hesitate to knock, rightly nervous of what awaits you on the other side.

But knock you must.

And knock you do.

Once. Twice. Thrice.

The door is pulled open, revealing the animatronic that awaits on the other side.

He is tall. Taller than any human could ever hope to be.

And he is beautiful.

The clothes clinging to his body are stunning. The silken fabric shimmers faintly with the light; their colors shifting from black to blue to the most vibrant shade of purple as your eyes scan them. 

His humanoid shape is painted with all the glimmering colors of the twilight sky. Pink, and blue. Gold, and purple. Speckles of white and silver mark his frame, creating the illusion of tiny stars.

His crown of solar rays shimmer with the colors of the northern lights. Their design is, no doubt, a means of drawing attention to his face. A face marked by the shape of a crescent moon. Shaded silver to gold in another beautiful gradient.

He allows you a moment to take in his stunning appearance. The faintest of smiles tugs at his features as he observes you in turn.

You’re quite plain compared to him. Just another naked ape. Basic, and equally as unassuming as his bedroom door.

“Primrose, I assume?” The animatronic calmly utters. His voice is smooth and deep. Like velvet.

“Daddy told me you’d be stopping by.” He adds, turning away from the doorway. He waves you into the room as he steps out of the way, giving you the space to squeeze by his massive frame.

You internally cringe at his voice of words as you move past him. Daddy.

It begins to dawn on you that you really have decided to work for a Pimp in an animatronic whorehouse. Even though you should have been prepared for this, having already gone through the whole interview process with the Pimp in question.

You’ve been given all of the needed information well ahead of time. All you need to do now is complete your training.

And this is your first day of training.

And this beautiful, intimidating animatronic, is your trainer.

You fight the urge to flinch as he closes the door behind you.

His room is surprisingly simple, compared to him.

The floor is dark blue, almost black, and it is carpeted. Though it's hard to describe what manner of carpet it might be. The material is plush enough that your feet sink somewhat into it as you walk. But the fibers are so densely packed together that the floor itself is smooth. If not for the lack of shine, you would have mistaken the floor for tile at first glance.

Laminated posters depicting cosmic scenery decorate the otherwise empty walls. The walls themselves are the most decorated thing in the room; outside of him. Painted in a blended gradient that mirrors his clothing. Black to blue. Blue to stunning purple.

There’s a flat screen television hung up on the wall next to a mirrored sliding closet door. The closet itself is shut, though you have an idea as to what hides inside of it.

There's a nice sized bed on the far right corner. Everything on it from the blankets to the pillows is a deep, auburn red. The fabric is no doubt equally as pleasant to the touch as his clothes must be. Thanks to its color, it stands out like a sore thumb, drawing your attention as soon as you spot it.

He motions for you to follow him once he’s gotten tired of letting you take in your surroundings.

You’re led to the left, to a small room. A room that might have been a bathroom at some point. Though it's clearly been repurposed to suit the needs of its inhabitant.

One wall is lined with cabinets full of neatly arranged wires. Above those cabinets are breaker boxes. All of them are closed and visibly locked.

There’s an exam table set up in the middle of the room.

He motions for you to approach it.

You curiously palm the padded surface. It’s most definitely been modified in an attempt at being made more comfortable.

There’s also buttons on it.

“Nervous?” The animatronic inquires. He doesn’t sound particularly curious or even worried. He must be trying to make small talk to chase away the uncomfortable silence.

You offer a nod in response, not trusting that your voice won’t crack if you speak.

“That’s normal.” He replies. You anxiously watch him as his eyes scan you.

All four of them.

You didn’t realize it at first, because he was keeping two of them closed up until now. But he has four eyes. The upper set are icy blue. The lower, ashy gray.

His stance changes as he studies you. He goes from seeming relatively laid back and relaxed, to tense. His posture straightens out, making him appear to visibly grow as he stares down at you.

This does nothing to put you at ease.

“My name is Eclipse.” He utters, calmly approaching you “Though I’m also known as Twilight. You can call me either.” He adds, reaching to trace your face with one of his four clawed hands.

“I will be your supervisor from here on out. Whatever questions or concerns you might have, you bring them to me. And I will relay them to Daddy.” He explains, lightly gripping your chin with his thumb and forefinger to coax you into looking up at him.

Again, he uses that unpleasant word.

The word that makes you mentally gag.

“Do you understand?” He inquires.

With him holding your face, you cannot nod. So there’s no choice but to use your voice.

“Y-yes, sir.” You respond. He releases your face.

“No need for the formalities. You’ll find that they make this line of work feel more awkward.” Eclipse replies, gently discouraging you from relying on overly polite pleasantries.

You nod again.

“Now. You’re here for your first day of training, yes?” He asks, taking half a step back so that you can have a bit more space.

Again, you nod.

“Alright.” He replies.

“First, I’ll walk you through your expected duties. After that, we’ll begin our first phase of training.” He states.

You nod once more, anxiously fidgeting with your skirt.

Your very short, very mandatory skirt.

Of course the Pimp would insist that his human workers dress the part. So you’re wearing a maid outfit. Thankfully it's not entirely revealing; if you were to bend over, your panties wouldn’t wind up being put on full display.

But given the context of the situation, you can’t help but assume that the attire was partly chosen for ease of access.

“Good.” Eclipse remarks.

“You’ve been brought on as part of the maintenance staff. Your tasks will include cooking, cleaning, and minor animatronic maintenance. Every shift, you’ll be put in charge of three rooms. The animatronics inside of them will be under your care for that day. You will feed them. You will clean their rooms. You will assess any needs they might have.” He explains, holding out a hand and extending his fingers one by one as he lists off the various tasks that will be expected of you.

“The animatronics under your care will require recalibration once a day. This is your most important task, and absolutely cannot be ignored. Everything else is effectively a formality to keep you busy and validate keeping you around.” He adds, nonchalantly telling you that the bulk of your job is just going to be busy work. Not that you have any issues with that. It's surprisingly refreshing to have a job laid out before you in such an honest manner.

“Once all of the animatronics have been recalibrated, so long as all of your other tasks are done, then you will be free to rest. While the animatronics are with clients, you’ll have nothing to do. But you’ll remain on call. As the animatronics finish with clients, you’ll be in charge of cleaning them up. Your priority is to get the animatronics cleaned up and ready for their next clients. If you get bored and feel like cleaning the rooms, then you can. But you do not have to. We have separate cleaning staff for that.” He elaborates, finishing up with his explanation of what your daily tasks will entail.

You nod again to let him know that you understand everything he’s said.

“Alright.” You murmur.

He nods at you, humming faintly as he does so.

“Once the animatronics are all cleaned up for the night, you’ll be free to retire to your quarters. We’re open from six at night to three in the morning. You’re off the clock from three AM, to eight AM. You deal with the animatronics from eight AM to one PM. You get a five hour break from one PM to six PM. And then you spend the next nine hours on call, helping the animatronics as needed, until you retire for the night. Understood?” He further expands, listing out in full detail what your hours will be.

You’ll get a guaranteed ten hours to yourself a day, in five hour increments. But nine of the fourteen hours that you’ll be expected to work, will be spent on call. So even though a fourteen hour day sounds like a lot, the reality is probably that you’ll spend more time idle than active.

You nod again, confirming that you understand everything he’s said.

“Good.” Eclipse replies, before he begins undoing the pretty ruffles that act as his belt.

“Now, we begin your training. I’d recommend taking off the skirt. Y’know. To keep it clean. But if you’d rather leave it on, that’s up to you.” He suggests.

You feel your cheeks heat up in response to his words.

Right.

Yes.

Calibrating an animatronic involves having sex with them. This was explicitly stated during your interview. Something about the systems struggling to pinpoint potential issues if the animatronic wasn’t actively doing… Things.

Despite having been warned well ahead of time, you can’t help but get embarrassed.

Still, you obediently listen to what he’s said.

You slip off your shoes and stockings.

Then you awkwardly remove your skirt, attempting to keep your eyes on the floor all the while.

Which is difficult, because Eclipse is also getting himself naked from the waist down. You catch the sight of his pants pooling around his ankles as you slide your skirt down your legs.

Your cheeks flush further as you inevitably look at him.

At first, he doesn’t appear to have anything between his legs. But he’s tapping a metal plate that covers his groin.

That plate retracts into his body.

Two very long, very distracting, tentacle-like penises slide out of the freshly exposed silicone mass.

They’re such a lovely shade of lavender.

You have to force yourself to look away just to keep yourself from staring.

You lift your hands to your panties. You hook your fingers into the elastic band.

Momentarily, you hesitate.

Eclipse steps right in front of you.

‘Don’t look’ you think to yourself, knowing full well what you’ll encounter if you lift your face.

Curse your human curiosity.

You look up and inevitably come face to face with his crotch.

Not really. He’s a bit taller than you. But you have such a clear view of what he’s packing and he shows no shame as he effectively puts his dicks in your face.

You naturally freeze in response.

How are you supposed to react to this?

Are you supposed to touch him? Is he telling you to suck on them?

All he’s doing is staring at you.

He’s clearly amused, given the small smirk tugging at his features.

He leans down ever so slightly, thankfully pulling his pelvis a bit further away from your burning cheeks as he does so.

You squeak as his hands cover yours.

He hooks his fingers into your panties.

Down they go. In one fluid motion. Nice and easy.

Using his other set of hands, he carefully guides you back as you step out of your clothes. He picks them up, neatly folds them, and then sets them aside on the nearby shelf.

“Alright” Eclipse chuckles, an obvious note of amusement in his voice “lets get started.” He states.

You instinctively use your hands to cover your bare crotch, embarrassed. He doesn’t say or do anything to discourage it. Likely because he finds it funny.

“We’ll start out nice and easy. I have female parts. So I’ll walk you through the process of making sure everything is up and order down there.” He utters, making his way over to the padded exam table. He makes a few adjustments, extending the headrest and pulling up some leg braces, before he climbs up on the table.

With a few more adjustments, he’s put into a more comfortable position. His legs are supported and held apart by the braces. He’s resting with his back and head propped up on the now inclined exam table.

He very much looks ready for a pelvic exam.

In a roundabout way, that’s what you’re going to give him. Only instead of using proper medical tools, you’re probably going to be using toys.

You shyly approach him as he motions for you to come closer.

“There’s two drawers under me. The upper one contains a simple control panel. Open it, and press the yellow button.” Eclipse requests, giving you some simple, straight to the point instructions.

You comply, trying to ignore his on-display crotch as you bend down between his legs.

Inside of the drawer in question is a big black control panel. It's very simplistic in design. There are four easy to spot buttons. A red one, a green one, a yellow one, and a blue one. These are likely the only buttons that matter to you.

You quickly press the yellow button.

A small computer screen descends from the ceiling above you. You hadn’t even realized that it was there.

“There we go!” Eclipse chuckles, putting a bit of enthusiasm in his voice. Possibly in an attempt to encourage you.

“Now. I can’t see from where I’m sitting. Is the screen on?” He inquires.

You glance at the screen for a moment. It’s on. There’s a window with a white background and red text flashing on the screen.

You nod.

“Y-yes.” You reply, further verifying that the screen is, in fact, on.

“Good. Good.” Eclipse hums, folding his hands on top of his chest as he makes himself more comfortable.

“Now. There should be a flashing window on the screen. It’ll say ‘Detect Animatronic’. Tap the screen to confirm and begin the calibration process.” He requests.

You comply, tapping the little “OK” button on the screen.

Immediately, a loading symbol appears on screen. It looks like a little rolling ball. Not exactly fascinating, but you definitely stare at it in an attempt to keep from looking at Eclipse’s bare genitals.

After roughly a minute a quiet, musical chime sounds from the display. The screen flashes green to confirm that it’s detected Eclipse. His name appears on screen, along with a silhouette of his body plan.

“There we go! I’m connected.” Eclipse exclaims, confirming that he’s connected to the system for the procedure.

“Now. Back to the control panel. Press the green button to begin the diagnostic scan.” He requests.

Again, you comply. And again, you try not to stare at his crotch as you bend over to press the button in question.

The buffering symbol appears on the side of the screen, along with a little gauge that displays how far along the diagnostics scan is.

“Good. Now you can go ahead and close the control panel. We won’t need it for a while.” He requests; you close the drawer.

“Now for the fun part” He chuckles “open the bottom drawer. Pick whatever tool you like.” He requests.

You comply, and your cheeks flush further.

Naively, you forgot that the tools in question were going to be sex toys, and that they were going to be used on him.

You freeze up for a moment, as your mind needs the time to process what you’re doing. Thankfully, the animatronic doesn’t stir up a fuss. He just sits patiently and waits for you to pick your desired tool.

You wind up grabbing a bright red dildo before nearly slamming the drawer shut.

By the time you stand back up to face him, your cheeks are burning so intensely that your eyes threaten to start watering. He pays your embarrassment no mind.

“Alright. I’ll assume you know how to use that~?” He muses, clearly teasing you as he speaks.

You shyly nod, coaxing a chuckle out of him.

“Well then. Hop to it. Don’t be shy~ I’m not that delicate.” He replies, giving you the go ahead to begin the procedure.

Still, you hesitate.

Shouldn’t you be using lube? Or wearing gloves? Wouldn’t it be unpleasant to just stick the rod in dry?

He either senses your hesitation or just doesn’t care. Either way, he reaches between his legs with one hand. 

His wrist sits nestled between his fully erect, very active tentacles.

Using his fingers, he spreads the nearly invisible folds of his artificial vulva so that you can clearly see his vaginal cavern.

“Go on~” He purrs, almost sounding eager.

You shouldn’t be caught off guard by his enthusiasm. He’s an animatronic sex worker. He’s been programmed to enjoy this sort of thing.

Unlike a human, he can’t get tired of having excessive amounts of sex. He probably enjoys himself the most when he’s being deviant.

You take a deep breath as you move closer to him.

You reach out to press the head of the admittedly large dildo against his spread orifice.

You’re admittedly surprised with how easily it slides in. Not just the tip. You’re able to push the entire toy into him in one, smooth motion.

His body really has been designed for this sort of stuff, hasn’t it?

Eclipse lets out a content purr as you fill him up.

“T h a t ’ s   i t ~” He erotically trills, his apparently forked tongue darting past his lips to lick the side of his mouth as he grins.

“Now, pump it as you watch the screen. If a window pops up, all you’ll ever need to do is tap the screen. Easy peasy~” He purrs. For as aroused as he sounds, he’s somehow able to keep speaking to you with perfect clarity.

As an advanced AI, he’s able to focus on you without being overly distracted by the pleasure.

Despite your embarrassment, you comply.

Admittedly, his eagerness encourages you. It motivates you, even. As you begin to slowly work the toy in and out of him, he makes no attempts at stifling his voice.

He’s not loud. But he’s definitely not quiet.

He growls. He purrs. He moans.

He murmurs little words of encouragement.

“Right there~”

“Just like that~”

“K e e p   g o i n g ~”

It's difficult for you to ignore your own growing arousal as you stimulate him with the toy.

It’s also difficult for you to keep your eyes on the display screen when he’s making all of these pleasant sounds. You can’t help but want to look at his face. You want to see his expression.

But he’s told you to keep your eyes on the screen. So you do.

But nothing ever pops up. No flashing windows. No nothing.

The little gauge on the corner of the screen just seems to freeze at 49% for a long while.

You clearly feel and hear Eclipse orgasm when that gauge reaches 50%.

His vulva clamps down on the toy like a vice, making it difficult for you to move it.

You can’t help but look at him.

He’s got such a blissed out expression. His tongue; no, his tongues, dangle from his mouth as he lets out a loud moan.

His whole body trembles as he rides out his orgasm.

You can tell that it’s over when his insides suddenly relax enough for you to pull the toy out of him.

It is very wet.

Eclipse lets out a little chuckle as he appears to quickly compose himself.

“Good job~” He hums, lifting a hand to run his palm along the side of his head.

If he had hair, he probably would have been brushing it out of his eyes. But all he really does is make his pretty aurora hued rays click in and out of his head.

You can’t help but be a tiny bit startled by how quickly he’s recovered from what looked like a very intense orgasm.

“Everything appears to be in order with me downstairs. So we’re all sorted.” He remarks, leaning forward.

“Set the toy aside, I’ll clean it later. For now, pull the control panel back out and press the blue button.” He requests.

You comply. Just as before, you do your best to refrain from looking at his genitals as you bend over to access the drawers.

You pull the drawer out, press the blue button, and hear movement.

You look up as you shut the drawer. The display screen is pulled back into its original position on the ceiling.

Eclipse pulls his legs off of the braces and turns to get off of the exam table as you stand back up.

“... Are we done?” You awkwardly ask. 

The gauge had stopped completely at 50%. Surely you weren’t done yet, right?

“No, not yet. We’re only half done.” Eclipse responds, gently ushering you out of the way as he readjusts the examination table.

He returns it to its original state as a flat bed. At which point, he proceeds to pat the padded surface with one of his many hands.

“Alright. Climb up and lay on your stomach.” He commands.

The startled, embarrassed noise that escapes you in response could have been mistaken for some sort of bird mating call.

“What?!” You blurt out, flustered beyond belief.

Yes, you realize your own foolishness for questioning him. You had been warned that you would be doing this sort of stuff.

But still, you couldn’t help but be incredibly, painfully embarrassed. Especially with how casual he was being about it.

The animatronic lets out a little laugh, clearly amused by your plight.

“You certainly make some fun noises, don’t you~?” He teases.

You shyly cover your face in response, trying to hide your burning cheeks. But you comply with his request.

Up on the exam table you climb.

You settle down on top of it, doing your best to get comfortable.

The table would be surprisingly comfortable, if not for the circumstance.

You nervously shiver as Eclipse approaches you. He spends a short while setting up the table accordingly.

He starts in front of you, showing you how to find a smaller display that was tucked away inside of the exam table. With his help, you pull it out of its hiding place and adjust it so that it hovers a few inches away from your face.

The display is on and clearly shows where you’ve left off with the diagnostics scan.

Once you’re all set, he walks around your side to get behind you. Your nervousness only grows as he does so.

The leg braces are pulled back out, and readjusted.

Your breath hitches in your throat as his hands find your ankles.

You squeak as he casually tugs you backwards so that your pelvis rests right at the edge of the exam table. Your legs are nonchalantly pulled apart and set up on the leg braces.

Your legs are kept secure by some little bars that run along the edges of the brace. You can probably close them if you try, but Eclipse is stood between them. So you decide against it.

Your heart rate quickens as you feel his hands caressing your legs.

He starts at your ankles, allowing his fingers to gently trace the skin. He teases you with his claws as he trails upwards to your calves.

At no point does he harm you, but he certainly teases you with the idea that he might.

When his hands reach the backs of your knees, he’s able to wrap his fingers around you. At which point, he proceeds to run his palms up your thighs, lightly squeezing all the while. 

Until at least, his hands reach the base of your legs.

You bite your lips as you feel him squeezing you there. His fingers rub against your skin. He’s just a hair away from squeezing your ass. Just a slip away from rubbing his fingers against your shamefully damp folds.

“Excited already~?” He remarks, teasing you by calling attention to your arousal. He chuckles in response to the flustered whine that escapes you in response.

“No need to be embarrassed. I do have that effect on people~” He muses.

You squeak as you feel his fingers touch you.

He spreads your lower lips so that he can better examine your body; just as he had done to himself when you were examining him.

“Besides. It’ll certainly make this easier~” He hums.

You shudder as he spreads you wider.

Then you feel something brush against your twitching orifice.

“E-Eclipse!” You stammer out, heavily embarrassed and rightly nervous. For as shamefully excited as you are, there’s absolutely no way that you’re ready to take him as is.

He has two of them. And they’re big. Bigger than any toy you’ve dared to try and use in the past.

He only offers another hum in response, pressing inside of you as he does so.

Oh thank God, it’s only his fingers.

“Fuck~ I’d love to taste you. But business before pleasure~” He remarks, seemingly impressed with the feel of you squeezing around his fingers.

He starts to work them into you. Meticulously.

Starting with two. He pumps them slowly, fanning them out in a scissoring motion every so often in order to stretch you out for him.

Additional fingers are added as needed as your body slowly opens up for him.

No force on earth could hope to keep you quiet as he stretches you out.

But no matter how skilled his fingers might be, he could never hope to stretch you enough to accommodate him. You know it and he knows it.

So you remain anxious when you feel him withdraw his fingers.

“Alright. Deep breath now.” Eclipse commands, giving you clear warning that he’s about to slip inside.

You comply, taking in as deep of a breath as you can muster.

He’s pressing into you before you can even start to exhale.

“That’s it, Primrose~ Now let it out slowly.” He purrs, using your new name, while he eases his way into your body.

You try. Fuck, do you try.

But your exhale leaves you as a brown out, breathless moan as he makes himself at home.

He stretches you to the brink of breaking.

What little pain there is is overwhelmed by the constant supply of pleasure as he presses in completely. He doesn’t stop until he’s buried himself to the hilt; and he only gets bigger as he does.

A tremor rolls through you as his pelvis presses flush against your ass.

He’s put both of those monsters inside of you, you just know it. How else would he have pressed so close to you without you feeling the extra one wriggling about in need.

“B-both?...” You breathlessly stammer out, almost forgetting to expand your lungs again. He chuckles, leaning over on top of you.

Two of his hands press against the padding of the exam table.

The other two reach forward to cradle your head. One wraps under your chin. The other rests on the top of your head.

“Eyes on the display, Rosie~ Show me you can handle your job.” He chuckles, forcing you to keep your face directed at the display.

He starts to roll his hips.

The moan that passes your lips is loud and embarrassing.

But you keep your eyes locked on the display. Even as he begins to fuck you silly. You don’t really have much of a choice.

He grunts and growls as he destroys your body. Not that you’ll complain. For as intense as it is, it feels incredible. Every roll of his hips sends jolts of pleasure rushing through you, and they settle in the base of your skull.

If mindfucking was a thing, then this must have been the closest thing to it.

He could have told you to do anything, and you would have been willing to do it. So long as he kept making you feel so good.

You watch as the little gauge at the corner of the display gradually increases.

60%

65%

69%

A flashing window pops up. “Blockage detected”.

You struggle to bring your hand to the screen to tap the little button that says “Repair now?”.

His dicks-

fucking-

vibrate-

inside of you-

after you press that button.

He lifts his hand to allow you to throw your head back as your orgasm hits you like a truck. The hand that one held your chin moves to lightly squeeze your throat as you submit yourself entirely to the overwhelming pleasure.

“Oh, that’s a fun reaction~” Eclipse trills, gently squeezing your throat. Not enough to prevent you from breathing, but enough to make you wheeze. His hips don’t slow down even as he overstimulates you with the unexpected vibrating of his tentacles. Instead, he seems to just pick up the pace as he leans over further to lock eyes with you.

“Daddy found a good one this time~” He purrs, his tongues darting past his lips so that he can tease your cheek and ear.

You can’t even be bothered to be bothered by his statement.

Especially not when his tongues sneak to your mouth to slip past your open lips.

Your eyes widen as he proceeds to kiss you.

He leads into it with his tongue, shoving it into your throat before leaning down to lock lips with yours.

He sucks his tongue back into his mouth as he does so, leaving only the tips of them in yours by the time his mouth claims you.

It is a passionate, intense kiss.

He gropes your tongue with both of his.

He only stops to let you breathe, before kissing you again.

His throat slides into your throat one more time before he breaks the kiss abruptly.

He adjusts his hands to force your face forward again, assuring that your eyes remain locked on the screen.

But now, as he growls, you can tell that he’s frustrated.

For what reason, you have no idea. But everything about his grip and about how he’s taken to slamming his hips into you establishes that he’s very, very frustrated.

Another popup flashes upon the screen, giving you your answer.

“Orgasm failure. Repair now?”.

The diagnostics are 99% complete. He sure did jump from 69% to 99% fast; but now he can’t get off. He can’t cross that final threshold.

You know what’ll happen if you press that button.

He knows what’ll happen if you press that button.

So why, oh why, does he decide to pin you down?

His hands leave your head so that they can wrap around your torso. You whine pathetically as he proceeds to squeeze you against his chest.

He’s got your arms trapped.

You can’t press the button.

He continues to violently rut against you, but no amount of stimulation can hope to get him off.

But he’s not really trying to get off, is he?

He’s nibbling on your ear. He’s grunting your name as he fucks you into the table.

He’s clearly trying to draw out the pleasure, because this ends as soon as you press that button.

“Eclipse~...” You breathlessly mewl his name as you feel another orgasm rushing to take hold of you. You don’t know why. You don’t know if you mean to try and reason with him or if your sex fogged brain just wanted to praise him for his efforts.

Either way, you clearly flipped his switch.

A sharp sting resonates from the back of your neck as you clench down around him. He sinks those sharp teeth of his into your flesh as you orgasm again.

This time, he makes you squirt.

He makes you squirt like the shameless whore you’ve agreed to be by taking this job.

He doesn’t let go of your throat, but he moves one of his arms so that you can reach for the button.

You can reach for the button if you try. All you have to do is pull your arm.

The pleasure is incredible, you don’t want it to stop.

But you know it has to stop. He might literally fuck you to death if you don’t take this opportunity.

You free your arm. He bites you harder as you reach for the button.

You press it.

He floods your insides with whatever the fuck it is that they use to make his synthetic semen.

He finally relaxes his jaw as he climaxes.

You tremble and whine at the feel of his tongues tracing the bleeding wound as his hips finally start to slow down.

The floor in here is tile. You realize that much when he finally slips out of you. Because when the contents of your vagina spill out, they splatter audibly upon the floor.

The display is flashing again.

The diagnostic is complete. Eclipse is good and sorted.

You are absolutely exhausted. Damp with sweat, and sore all over.

There’s a dull ache between your legs, reminding you of how much of a strain it must have been for your body to accommodate his size.

“You did well~” Eclipse purrs, purposefully tracing the individual puncture wounds on your neck with his tongues. You shudder in response. The pain mixes with the pleasure and makes you tingle in a way you aren’t prepared to confront. He doesn’t pull away from you just yet.

“Goodness, it looks like I overdid it~” He chuckles, shifting so that he can nuzzle the back of your head.

If he could breathe, he would probably smell your hair.

“I’ll get you cleaned up. It's the least I could do.” He murmurs, slowly pulling himself off of you.

He carefully extracts you from the table.

Your clothes are left behind as he brings you back into the main room.

The mirrored closet is revealed to not be quite what you thought it was. One door slides away to lead to the closet. The other door slides in the opposite direction to reveal a washroom.

It's just a big walk in shower. Chances are that every animatronic has one. How else would you be expected to clean them?

He tries to set you down, but you can’t stand. Not on your own. So he moves you over to the wall. There’s a rail for you to cling to.

Cling to it you do.

It starts to rain indoors. The entire room is one big shower. The walls and ceiling are decorated with thousands of tiny faucets. But only the ones nearest to you activate.

You have no idea how they activate, but the hot water is greatly appreciated right now.

Eclipse keeps hold of your hips to make sure you don’t fall as the water sprays against you. It pours from the ceiling.

You stare down at the floor.

His artificial semen is smeared all over your thighs.

It’s thick and sticky. Slightly opaque. The same lavender color as his tentacles. You can’t help but think that it looks like slime.

Eclipse washes you. He carefully wipes down your body with a soft washcloth as the water pours over your exhausted body.

You let out a quiet hiss as his fingers sneak into you.

Not to play with you, but to clean you.

More of his semen spills out of you. It drips all over his hand.

Your face flushes.

You fucked the animatronic.

You took a job where you would be expected to fuck the animatronics, and you actually saw it through.

Do you regret it? Should you quit?

You aren’t sure. But as Eclipse’s hands caress your sore body and the hot water washes away the evidence of the event, you can’t help but feel satisfied.

Maybe it's too soon to say if this job isn’t right for you.

You haven’t even met the other animatronics yet. It would be a waste of all your efforts to quit now.

Might as well stick around until you’ve seen what the others are like.

[kingofthe-egirls]

ARCTIC: LAW x Y/N

brothel au

(cw: sw, brothel, reader is a new prostitute, sex, fingering, stripping, daddy kink, princess pet name)

(a/n: i've never written anything for law! sooo i'm curious to see how this one will turn out lol)

Songs: "Glances" by Fırat Durak

words: 1.9k

"So, are you new here?" The snow leopard of a man sits across from you, idly stirring his tea. Long fingers decorated with black-ink tattoos hold the silver spoon delicately. You nod your head.

"Just s-started," you admit, knotting your hands in your lap. You two are seated inside one of the brothel's VIP booths: lined with silver wallpaper that glitters with pink-rose lamps. There's a low, lacquered table in between you and the captain of the Heart Pirates.

You smooth the kimono's silk fabric over your lap, adjusting in your seat. The long sleeves get in your way, sort of, as you reach forward to pour yourself a cup of tea. The china teapot rattles a little, in your hands. Trafalgar Law raises an eyebrow. His eyes are so chilling.

"Show me what you can do," he suggests, leaning forward with a leering grin. His grey eyes sparkle, just slightly, but you've yet to be warmed by them. You twist your lips.

"I-I can play the shamisen," you start, stirring cream into your own porcelain teacup. Flowers decorate the inner rim. "I've also learned fan dances, literature, poetry readings, if you'd like," you list your skills off on your fingers. He watches you, his lithe body still. He's draped over his seat, long arms extending across the back of the plush, velvet banquette. You perk up, "Oh! I also do flower arrangements," you smile. The warlord tilts his head.

"Is that it?"

Your cheeks flush, your bottom lip burning a little on the too-hot tea. Steam fills your senses, and you cough. He laughs, and you hurriedly set the teacup down. "N-no, that's not all! I've been trained like any geisha," you flick your hair over your shoulder, the locks brushing against embroidered silk. "In all manner of entertainment," you lift your chin haughtily. You drum your fingers against the side of the teacup, waiting for it to cool down. Law leans forward, hands steepled with his elbows resting on pointed knees.

"Is that so?"

****

Now, you brush aside the warlord's dark hair from his face. You're sitting on his lap, now, still enclosed in the private booth. A heavy velvet curtains hides you from the rest of the brothel: dampening the sounds of music and dancing from outside. His hat is next to him on the seat. You wonder if it's soft to touch.

He scratches his jaw against your face. "What would you like me to call you, ah?" He smiles a bit, crooked and devilish. Although, now that your legs are straddling his thighs, and the denim presses up sharp and scratchy into your heat, he's starting to look a little bit warmer now. A faint blush tinges his cheeks as you spread your hands across his chest. His button down shirt is open halfway to his navel, and you slide your fingertips along the muscles planes of his chest. You trace the tattoo with your index finger. His blush deepens.

"Y/N."

He twitches an eyebrow, "Very pretty, Y/N. Mind if I call you princess, too?" His hand wraps slowly around your hip, oh so slightly bringing you closer to him. You feel warmth pool between your legs. You hope he can feel it, as you grin. You lace your hands around the back of his neck, greedily drinking in the lustful haze you see forming in his slate grey eyes. They flutter shut as you scratch through the soft hairs at the base of his neck, long lashes brushing his cheeks. You lean down to place a gentle kiss on one, and then the other. He lets out a shaky sigh, and you giggle (you can't help it, temptress that you are).

"Princess works for me, Doctor."

He gleams bright red at that, and you laugh outright. He shifts, sliding his gaze away as his hands tighten around your waist. You soften the glow of embarrassment, leaning in to trace soft kisses along his jaw and down his neck. His facial hair scritches against your skin, and you nuzzle into him a bit. "I can kiss ya for free, y'know."

He huffs at your teasing, and fishes into his back pocket for his wallet. You squeal a little, getting shifted on his lap as he adjusts to holding you with one, lithe arm. You lean into the strength of him, letting your weight relax against his hold. His long hands curl into the fabric knotted at your waist. He tugs a little, at the strings.

"Can I take this off?" His breath is warm, and fuzzy on your cheeks. You graze your lips against his, feeling his breath flutter beneath you. Quietly, you nod. You nip at his earlobe, naming your prices for the services you offer. He hums, nodding along.

After he pays you, you stand up. You sit back on the coffee table in front of him, just barely far away enough for him to get a look at all of you. You tease him, playing with the collar of your kimono. Slowly, you strip for him. He gazes at you silently, assessing your form with clinical accuracy as you undress. His hand goes to palm his cock through his jeans. You smirk, kicking a foot as you lean back to play with your tits. You roll a nipple between your finger and thumb, and Law groans. He crooks two fingers at you, rasping the command: "Come."

You slide over to straddle him again, retaking your rightful place on the throne. "Gladly," you whisper, kissing his neck. He traces his steady fingers up the expanse of your back, now fully bare for him.

"You're gorgeous," he moans, rocking his hips up into you, gently. You smile, blush dusting your own cheeks, now. He swipes a thumb across your bottom lip. He presses into your mouth, and you gladly take him. You suck his thumb, twirling the tip of your tongue around his finger pad. He groans, appreciatively. "Good girl."

"Hah," you shudder, pressing down into his hardness faster. He's rocking you back and forth on his clothed cock, both hands gripping the fat of your hips. You bite your lip. "I like that, Doctor."

He grins.

"Good girl," he repeats, "Now take this cock for me, hm?" He raises an eyebrow at you, and you nod. He reaches between you to unzip his jeans, and you pull back far enough to let him get undressed. His toned, tanned figure is revealed to you in its fullness: lit up with ambers and pinks beneath the banquette's lights.

You marvel at the tattoos snaking around his muscled forearms, stretching around languid hands as he leans back. He loosely fists his cock: something hard and strong and unbelievably breathtaking. You lower yourself back onto his lap, letting his tip poke at your entrance.

"Mm," you whine, sensitive, "S'big."

Law groans, and sinks you down further onto his aching cock. He bucks up once, twice. You whimper, stretched out, and try to take it best you can. "S-Slower," you whine, fluttering your hands around his neck. He coos, shushing you softly.

"Sorry, love," he licks his own fingers, before reaching down to spiral softly at your clit. You moan, furrow between your eyebrows disappearing at the pleasure. "How's that? All better now?"

You nod, eyes squeezed shut. He lets you take the rest of him at your own pace, muttering encouragements and praises while he fingers your clit. Butterflies have started to trail down your spine by now, and heat is shaking your upper thighs. "Mmph, feels good, daddy."

He chuckles at the nickname, and strokes his fingers down your back lovingly. He lets his hands rest warm on your lower back, sinking down in his seat so he can help you fuck yourself down onto his cock. He meets your rolling hips with steady, shallow thrusts of his own.

"Say my name, princess," he shushes you as you whimper and whine on his throbbing cock. (His length is...well. You've never felt this stretched out before.)

"Law," you whisper fondly, making eye contact as you cup his cheek in your palm. You thumb at his bottom lip, before leaning in to claim it in another kiss. Your lips brush softly, as he starts to speed up. Your breath hitches in your throat, and mumbled praises start to fall out, all "good, daddy, fuck darling, it feels so good, Law--," and on and on as he fucks you.

He shoots sparks straight into your abdomen, and you curse. "Shit, Law--," you bite your bottom lip, hands raking through his hair wildly, "M'gonna cum--,"

And your back bows forward, forehead pressed to his shoulder as he rocks you through an orgasm. It shimmers down your spine and through your toes, and you gasp in a lungful of air. He smells like sea salt and spearmint. You mouth at his jawline. "Please don't stop," you beg. He grunts in response, face heated and sweaty as you press kisses into his hairline. His mouth goes straight to your tits, licking and sucking all around your sensitive nipples. His hands are gripping you tightly, now wound around your back as he pummels into your from below. His jaw clenches tight, and he groans.

"Fucking shit, princess," he moans, squeezing his eyes shut as he ruts and ruts endlessly into your core. Another orgasm builds behind your navel, and you squirm. He feels you clench around him, and something wicked flashes behind his eyes. "Cum for me, slut," he gives you a harsh grin, squeezing at your nipple. He rolls it between finger and thumb, and you gasp. "Daddy wants to feel you cum."

"Fuck!" You squeal, rushing forward to wrap both arms around his neck. You bury your face in his hair, and breathe in. He smells like pine. "Harder, just like that, yeah--!"

Your eyes squeeze shut as your mouth opens in an "O" with the silent weight of your release. Law grunts, speeding his hips to a jackhammer pace, and follows you into bliss seconds after.

"Shit, princess," he groans, emptying himself so deliciously inside you. His spend and your slick slide down between you, leaking onto his lap and the couch beneath you. Oh well, you think, I'll clean that up later.

Law strokes your hair, letting your head rest on his chest. You hum, eyes closed as you enjoy the afterglow. He had been a sweet lover, surprisingly. Not so frozen after all, you think, smiling to yourself.

"All good?" He asks, leaning down to catch your eyes. You stare up at him, hazy, and nod. He takes your face in one hand, leading you back up to kiss his swollen lips. You make a happy, sing-song noise in the back of your throat. He twitches a smile against your lips.

"All good," you affirm, pulling yourself off him for now. He groans at the loss of contact, and you grin. You turn to the coffee table behind you, slowly bending down to pick up your kimono. You shrug it over your shoulders loosely, letting it fall open around you. You eye him, with a grin. You pick up his forgotten teacup, and hand it to him.

"Seconds, Doctor Law?"

His fingers brush over yours as he takes the teacup from your hand. He arches an eyebrow as he takes a long, loud sip.

"If you insist."

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[kapapi-o]

Heaven Sent pt.2

(FemReader x Cyno)

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Part 1 is here.

Pt. 2/?

Des: A continuation of Femreader and Cyno from the brothel au. [1.5k words]

warnings: brief mentions of drug use and implied exploited s+x work.

It's kinda wholesome, trust.

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@scara7102 since u asked, u might shall receive!

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You weren't expecting much when the gray-haired stranger hadn't stopped at the brothel for days. 

It's better this way...you think, but in the back of your mind, a small flicker of hope still burns. No, more like– yearned for a glimpse away from this life. Even in the pathetic form of taking up company with an awkward stranger...it was at least far better than the experience received by other patrons. 

You escape the main hall of the brothel to restock in the pantry. When you entered, in the corner of your eye, you spot a little boy and panic,

“Arman–I told you to hide!” you scolded the young boy. He was barely 5 years old, but he was quite bright for his age. You scan the area clear of anyone and look down to the child, 

“I’m sorry Y/n..” Regret already filling you as you heard his next words, “I was hungry.” His little hands held onto your clothes, and tugged at your heart.

You knelt down to hug him, speaking softly as to not draw attention, “ah, no..It’s okay. I’ll feed you more but you shouldn’t come out while Madam is out there…"

"....if she catches you..then–”

“She’ll take me away…like mom?” you nodded, “Yes, that’s her…” you force a gentle smile to comfort him. 

“Go hide now, okay? I’ll come for you soon,” You brush his hair away from his face and place a chaste kiss on his head. Your worry slowly dissipates as you watch him hide into the only empty cabinet no one bothers to check, then exhale in temporary relief. 

Truthfully, he’s not your son. You promised to look after him if anything happened to her, and it did. Your fellow sister of the brothel was bought and against her will, sent away from her son. Archons know if she’s alive…her letters stopped weeks ago. Either she’s unable to sneak any letters to you at the current moment or…the worse has come to her.

You did one last check to see if you had everything you needed from there before returning to the main hall. Once you were confident that he hid well, you left to return to the very spot you hate.

Thick air and music that buzzes in your ears weren’t enough to distract from the gross feeling of all those perverted gazes on you. Thankfully, none of them could touch you. The madam wouldn’t let them if they had no pretty penny to pay. So, you allowed yourself to drift to the rhythm, hoping that the numbing effect of the ambiance would soon kick in and let your mind leave this place, drift off to an endless myriad…

Another ring goes by the entrance, and you pay no mind to it.

 But then a familiar voice is heard, 

"I'd like her." You quickly twist around to see him and a slight warmth washes over you. That familiar ashy gray hair, tanned complexion that complimented his burning amber gaze. 

He is ushered to you by an ecstatic Madam and you follow along to a room as per usual. 

Once you two were alone, you finally dropped all reserves you put up for that woman and practically beamed at the only other person in the room. 

"I'm sorry I took so long to return. There were issues I had to deal with before I could come back." 

"No, no, please don't apologize!" You rushed out, breathing out a solemn sigh, 

"-you needn't come here anyway, you're not obligated to." Your smile, though unwavering, struck yet another chord to the welcome stranger. But I'm glad you did– you want to say, but no words left your lips. 

Instead, you watch the man stiffened in his place, seemingly apprehensive as he casts his eyes to the floor. Pondering on the right thing to say. You curiously stare at the flickering candle light reflect in those eyes of his as he was in thought, 

"I should probably tell you why I've come here." He finally spoke, meeting your gaze as you sat still and waited for the next thing he had to say. 

"I am the general Mahamatra," you didn't mean to gasp so audibly, but who could blame you for such a shock?

 "...you? the Mahamatra?" 

He nods, never breaking contact from your eyes. He had to be telling the truth…

You had heard rumors of the notorious general and his treatment of wrongdoers. Now that he has leaked this piece of information to you, just what was he going to do with you? Wouldn't this be the part where he threatens you if you told the madam? 

"I’ve been undercover in this area to investigate illegal trafficking activities...among other crimes." He further explains, crossing his arms as he does so. “For months now, I’ve deduced that the main instigators frequent here, and so…”

"I would like to recruit you to be my eyes and ears of this place," He gazes up at your face, the ever-stoic expression with him as he says, "In return, I guarantee you and others like yourself will be freed." 

His serious demeanor does not last long as it quickly morphs to one of surprise when tears begin running down your cheeks. 

"Y-yes...yes," you rushed to answer from fear that he'll change his mind at a moment's pace, but…it was wholly out of gladness, eagerness, and relief. Finally, a way out.

"I'll-..I'll help you in any way I can." You try your best to respond in between the sobs, it feels overwhelming...

Stiffly, he hesitantly raises his hand to pat your back softly. His eyes drooped again to the floor, unsure if his motions were doing anything to be comforting but...ah...it is. Reality would argue that his way of comforting is the equivalent of a person-sized boulder hovering over you, but  it was akin to something of comfort nonetheless,…and that was something you hadn’t had in too long. So you take it, wholeheartedly.

You rubbed your eyes from the tears and glanced at his awkward form next to yours. He looks like, as you can best imagine it; a puppy with ears pressed on its head because the owner is sad. Your sorrow feels a little lighter when you mentally make the comparison and allow a small bit of your happiness to show in the curve of your lips.

He noticed that your sobs had quieted down to sniffles and so, he opted that the best thing to do for you was to continuously rub your back. Then he perks up, perhaps this was his chance–

"How about a joke--" 

"N-no! No, no, this is..quite plenty." You giggled as he absent-mindedly clicked his tongue followed by a disappointed 'ah' right after. 

The session soon commenced into discussions about key targets for his tasks, specifically, men known in the underground of the desert for the crimes he had briefly mentioned. 

"In case you do have…them as clients," he spoke the last part as if he had bile come up his throat, and briefly takes a moment to say the next thing,

"-ingest this into their drink." The amber-eyed man takes out a small sack. You take it from his hand and open it to find little powder-like orbs with an herbal smell to them. 

"When you mix two of those into their drink, the drug will kick in to knock them out. However, depending on the size of the target, the time in which the drug will activate varies, so…" 

"Keep your guard up." You nodded. Your spine shivered in fear…what if you were caught? What if the drug didn't kick in time? 

From the way your hand fiddled slightly with the sack, he could read how you were feeling.

"Nothing will happen to you." To your surprise, you felt a firm grip on your hand as he placed his atop. It was his way of trying to reassure you.

Remembering his promise and what it could mean for you, and Arman…

"Cyno," you spoke out of the blue, and he's unexpectedly glad to hear his name from you as he tunes in,

"If I'm going into this, I have one thing to ask of you." 

If it were for that precious child of your dear friend, then you could probably take on the world.

 After he had heard and agreed to your conditions, that fear left you and you both discussed in detail how this was going to go.

When the day had finished and the stars appeared, you made sure that everyone was vast asleep before letting him come out.

"Cyno?" Arman says. He sat comfortably in your arms as you and he raised your hand up to the moon from the windowsill, staring off in wonder together. 

"That’s his name, little one"

“He’ll help us? like a hero?” he asks, turning to you all giddy. You hummed in response, your heart warming when you saw a little smile form from the round face of the child. 

“Yeah, he’ll help us get out of here. Then aunty can buy you all the candies you want.” you tickled his sides and grinned at his squirming and half-laughs. 

 That cool sumerian evening, the night sky was a lot prettier than when you last saw it. Perhaps it was the stars that seemed to burn brighter now that there was hope coming your way. 

Far away from the brothel, the desert, and its hidden crimes, the moon shone in on a certain hut in the forest.

A young man reluctantly sat at his desk, waiting for his troublesome friend. His fennec ears twitched at the sound of feet landing on the ground. 

That must be him.

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A/N : Part 3 is out!

[anon-e-miss]

Deadbeat, at this point I have no idea what part we're at.

Though Prowl would be in the medbay for a least another orn, Barricade had been released with orders to fuel and to relax. He could have stayed and if Prowl had wanted him to, Barricade would have but his batchmate had insisted he go, that he take Tripwire and go and spend time alone with his creation and his creation’s progenitor. Ricochet was pussyfooting around and to a point it drove Barricade crazy, but at the same time, Barricade did not feel strong enough to have any serious conversations. They had not really solidified living arrangements apart from Ricochet telling him that he and Tripwire did not need to live with him, that he would get them their own place if Barricade wanted. Spark in his throat, Barricade had replied with... this is fine... he was not sure it was but he let himself get swept up in Tripwire’s joy as Ricochet had taken them to toy store so their little mechling could pick himself out some treasures.

Together, they decorated what had been Ricochet’s spare room. Tripwire had a perfect spot for every treasure and Barricade fell that much more in love with his creation. He was dear, so dear to Barricade. This space, Tripwire methodically claimed every inch of it and loved every inch of it. Even if... even if living like this proved to painful, this could be Tripwire’s berthroom when he spent time with his progenitor. What scrap happened between Barricade and Ricochet, Tripwire would need this space. Barricade could see it with his own optics but when he looked at himself in the mirror, he did not know what he needed. Even after fuelling and recuperating, Barricade felt wrung out.

“Hi Granny!” Tripwire waved his servos at Punch as Ricochet’s originator stepped into the habsuite. He held his ursanakor in his servo, as he always did. It was the only tangible gift Barricade had ever been able to give him. “Can I show you my room?”

“Of course ya can, Trippy,” Punch said. “Tell ya what. Why don’t ya take this box ‘n bring it to yer berthroom ‘n open it there. It’s a present for ya.”

“A present for me?” Tripwire asked. He stared at the box in wonder. It both broke Barricade’s spark and uplifted it. His bitty was living, he was finally really living and Barricade was terrified.

Ricochet gave Barricade a reassuring squeeze and Barricade forgot himself for a moment and leaned into him. Though Punch had played a large part in rescuing them all from the brothel, though he had been nothing but loving and kind, Barricade was afraid of him. Even if Ricochet said Punch was more inclined to like him and Prowl than his own creations at this moment, as an originator, Barricade just could not see choosing anyone over his creation. He did not trust that Punch would did not blame him and Prowl for turning to the brothel and for having their bitlets there.

“What a perfect berthroom for clever lil mechling,” Punch said. The wilderness design had all been of Tripwire’s choosing, though he had never been to any sort of wilderness. “Why don’t ya open up yer present. I think it’ll fit right in.”

“Okay,” Tripwire said. He set the box on the berth and lifted the lit. With Punch’s help, Tripwire lifted the blanket from the box.

“It’s a blanket for yer berth,” Punch explained. “I made it for ya in yer favourite colours.”

“You made it for me?” Tripwire gasped.

“Sure did,” Punch replied. “I made blankets for yer uncle ‘n geni too. Whenever ya have a bad memory flux, ya can remember, I sewed my love into it ‘n it’ll protect ya from the monsters.”

“Thank you, Granny,” Tripwire exclaimed and he hugged Punch tightly around the waist.

“It’s beautiful, Punch,” Barricade said. “It’s perfect for him.”

“Thank ya, Love,” Punch replied. “Don’t have ‘nough time to get too fancy. Got a lot of blankets to make.”

“I still have the blanket Ori made me when I was a bitty,” Ricochet said. “What’s left of it, anyways. I dragged it around wit me everywhere when I was a lil so, it’s pretty much scrap.”

“But you still kept it,” Barricade said. “Even when you were a Con.”

“I thought better o’ showin’ it off to Vortex,” Ricochet replied. “But ya, I kept it.”

“I brought ya somethin’ too, Barricade,” Punch said and he handed a square box to him. Barricade opened it and smiled.

“Silica puff-puffs,” he said.

“Prowl mentioned they were yer favourite,” Punch explained. “Probably ain’t the same recipe y’re used but I used the only Praxian recipe I could find.”

“You baked these for me?” Barricade asked a tremor in his voice.

“Ya deserve a treat,” Punch said.

“Thank you,” Barricade said. “Did you want to try one, Tripwire?”

“Please!” Tripwire explained. His doorwings wiggled as he took a puff from the box and took a bite. “Yummy!”

“You can have one, Ricochet,” Barricade offered, taking his own puff first before offering the box. “And you Punch.”

“Ya don’t have to share,” Ricochet said. “They’re yer treat.”

“I don’t mind sharing a few,” Barricade said.

“Thank ya, Sweetspark,” Ricochet said and he took a puff and took a bite. “Real good, Ori.”

“Mhm,” Barricade agreed with a blissful smile. “Best, I think I ever had.”

“Why thank ya,” Punch replied. “I know Prowl loves rust sticks. I’ve made my fair share, but there’s lots ‘o types. Thinkin’ ‘bout gettin’ a mix box from Mirror’s, she a master.”

“He likes the soft braids best,” Barricade said. “He’d be… surprised. Touched by anything. I don’t think he’s ever had homemade.”

Though Barricade was tempted to just inhale the whole box, he put it up, safe above the fuel fridge to save and to savour. It was Barricade who suggested Punch stay for dinner. He thought it was a good thank you. He was not afraid to stay alone with Ricochet and Tripwire. He was not afraid to stay alone with Ricochet. His spark was on tenterhooks, however, and Barricade did not mind a distraction. They were dancing, him and Ricochet, dancing around each other and it was driving Barricade a little crazy, even if he was doing most of the dancing. Barricade considered himself a direct mech, a mech who got to the point and did not mince glyphs but he was both spinning and unable to stop and frozen in place at the same time. His plating was still prickly when he and Ricochet took care of the dishes as Punch played a game of dice with Tripwire. It was still prickly when, together, he and Ricochet put Tripwire to berth. Ricochet pulled a blanket and pillow from a storage chest and set them on the couch.  The frayed wire holding Barricade together snapped and he asked.

“Wanna frag?”

“No,” Ricochet said and in that moment Barricade did not know if he could feel any lower. He refused to make optic contact as Ricochet walked over to him, even with the other cupped his face in his palms. “I don’t wanna frag ya. Ya deserve better from me than that. I wanna make love wit ya.”

“Rico…” Barricade’s vocalizer caught. “What’s the difference?”

“I think ya know,” Ricochet replied and Barricade blinked tears from his optics.

“I don’t know if it can mean anything to me anymore,” he said. Ricochet nodded.

“We don’t gotta rush in,” Ricochet replied, brushing away the stray tears with his thumbs. “I know I don’t deserve ya. Ya deserve a better mech that me. But I do love ya, ‘n I will do my damnedest to be the mech ya deserve.”

“I love you,” Barricade choked on the glyphs, trying not to sob, but ultimately, he could not keep it in and he crossed his arms around himself as he cried. “I told myself I didn’t. I told myself it was easier for me when you disappeared because I didn’t love you. I looked at Prowl, how Jazz leaving destroyed him and I told myself it was easier for me… it wasn’t easier.”

[homeahoy]

Masterlist

SAS: Rogue Heroes

Paddy & Eoin

Sometimes (18+) 1, 2,3, 4 University/Modern Day AU

Paddy & Augustin

A Twisted Kind Of Love

Bill Fraser

Desert Rain (18+) 1 , 2, 3

In my Defence - Werewolf AU

Black Coffee & A Smile ( Bill x Mike) - Modern AU . 1, 2 , 3, 4

Johnny Cooper & Reg Seekings

Your so Fucking pretty

Dave Kershaw

I was a teenage werewolf (Werewolf AU)

Some kind of Heaven - Drabble Male oc

To sin and back -Demon AU Smut

High School AU - Everyone

* Welcome to Jallow High- (Smut)

A Rumour, A Chicken and a Date (Smut)

The pretty boy, the jock, the nerd & the weird kid

What happens at Daves House

David Stirling

* God Complex

Mike Sadler

A Poker Game in Cairo (Smut) 1, 2, 3, 4

If i could ever ask for more (Smut) Bill x Mike

Pat Riley

I'll be your American Boy 1, 2

Drabbles

As I lay dying - Walter Essner

Vampire AU

SAS AU - The thing with the French (Smut) 1,2, 3,4,5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Brothel AU - All Smut

Tied in Knots - Andre Zirnheld x Male OC

Tongue Twister - Pat Riley x Female OC

[nothinggathers]

Inside Nines' room, Gavin was already making himself at home flicking through the consumables drawer with feigned disinterest.

“You know, I could have this place raided for dealing contraband,” he said conversationally, as Connor closed the door behind himself. “You'd be arrested.”

“Handcuffs cost extra,” Nines replied, as if he and Gavin had entertained similar conversations in the past, to the same result. Gavin had never had the place raided yet. They all knew he never would.

Gavin huffed, turning to give Nines a glance up and then down. “Don't pretend you're not into them,” he shot back. His eyes drifted to Connor next, giving him a once over as Nines made his way closer. “Bet Connie is too, right?”

Connor let himself scowl at the nickname. Only Gavin ever called him that. “Not especially,” he replied.

Gavin grinned, one side of his mouth curling up higher than the other as he flicked his attention between the two brothers. “I knew you'd both wanna play,” he said, smugness oozing through his words and the cocksure cant of his hips.

“You pay us,” Nines pointed out. He reached one hand out, gripping Gavin's shirt and yanking him closer. Gavin almost stumbled into him. “But we'll have to renegotiate the price if you insist on talking.”

Gavin's hand gripped at the front of Nines' shirt. Nines grabbed Gavin's head under his jaw, his thumb pushing his head back so that Gavin was forced to look up at him before he devoured him in a kiss.

Connor blinked, his upper lip curled. Watching his brother suck face with Gavin Reed had not been high on his list of experiences that would make his day better. Their lips smacked, and Gavin's hand reached up around the back of Nines' neck to tug him down further.

Connor tore his eyes away before the urge to comment overtook him. He dropped down onto Nines' bed, settling himself onto the pillows and digging his bare heels into the sheets. “If you two are going to act like this I can go and get my book?” he suggested.

[writingsofwesteros]

https://www.tumblr.com/writingsofwesteros/714062557802070016/rhaegar-and-oberyn-are-so-into-decorating-stev

Stev walking into their room at the brothel, her client waiting, she drops her yellow gown and her breast jewels give the person a nice surprise

Oberyn would approach her by complimenting her and gently touching the jewels

Rhaegar would wait for her to walk to him

And corlys would watch her for a while before walking behind her and cupping her ample breasts

ALL OF THIS!

Rhaegar's eyes are wide as he just stares at her.

Corlys' larger hands palm at her breasts; tugging the jewels

[momosartgalaxy]

What's the brothel au is all about 👁️👄👁️

Well dearest anon

The au would be focused on Tarn and how his actions actually having consequences and they all come to bite him in the ass.

He goes into hiding as hes being chased down by former comrads?...employers? To which one night hes backed into a corner with no place to go. Each door he has tried as he ran was locked until one is not. He goes in without much thought and shuts the door behind him as softly as he can as not to arouse suspicion. With his back pressed up again it and fear running through his viens.

Tarns soul rubberbands from his body as he is greeted by a little "hello".

Tbh thats as far as I got with it, We have a list of all the workers there. Starscream (Starling) is the owner of the business and Cyclonus (Madame Ursula) is the owner of the building it resides in, I think it will be fun to write about them butting heads~