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North's concept of slang is an irtnog of a different color.

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[idisstuff]

Em's County OC Intros!!

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These are my UK County OCs. Some are still a work in progress. I, myself am from the East Midlands so they're my most developed characters.

Counties in England are like states in the USA. For example, 'Staffordshire' is of the same status within the UK as 'Massachusetts' does in America!

If anyone has any suggestions or questions, leave them in my ask box and I'll 100% reply!

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East Midlands

Derbyshire - Elizabeth Kirkland

Leicestershire - James Kirkland

Lincolnshire** - Henry Kirkland

Northamptonshire - William Kirkland

Nottinghamshire - Adelaide Kirkland

Rutland - Teagan Kirkland

North Lincolnshire - Jack Kirkland

North East Lincolnshire - Ella Kirkland

West Midlands

Staffordshire - Mason Kirkland

Warwickshire - Fran Kirkland

Shropshire - Alexander Kirkland

Herefordshire - Darla Kirkland

Worcestershire - Benjamin Kirkland

North West

Lancashire - Alfie Kirkland

Merseyside - Jude Kirkland

Cumbria - Cleo Kirkland

Cheshire - Jess Kirkland

London

Greater London - Charlotte Kirkland

North East

Northumberland** - Daniel Kirkland

Tyne - David Kirkland

Wear - Georgia Kirkland

Durham - Lottie Kirkland

South West

Oxfordshire - Katherine Kirkland

Somerset - Eleanor Kirkland

Cornwall** - Elestren Southcott-Kirkland

Devon - Barney Kirkland

Dorset - Callum Kirkland

East Anglia

Cambridgeshire - Louis Kirkland

Norfolk - George Kirkland

Suffolk - Edith Kirkland

Scottish Islands

Orkney - Anya Kirkland-Bondevik

Shetland - Charlie Kirkland-Bondevik

Skye - Lillian Kirkland-Bondevik

Barra - Katie Kirkland-Bondevik

Yorkshire

South Yorkshire - Thomas Kirkland

North Yorkshire - Isaac Kirkland

West Yorkshire - Natalie Kirkland

East Riding of Yorkshire - Dana Kirkland

South East

Berkshire - Darren Kirkland

Essex** - Summer Kirkland

Hertfordshire - Joanna Kirkland

Kent** - Joshua Kirkland

Surrey - Maximilian Kirkland

Bedfordshire - Alison Kirkland

Hampshire - Nicole Kirkland

East Sussex - Theodore Kirkland

West Sussex - Candice Kirkland

Isle of Wight - Claire Kirkland

**Ex-nations

[anonymergremlin]

When I created my Lies of P OC Alice, I tried to include as much as possible from the original 'Alice in the Wonderland'-Fairytale.

So let me share some details about her:

Name: I named her Alice Mary Carroll, so her first name is after the famous figure Alice and her last name being the last name of the authors pseudonym.

Her design: I tried to keep her natural hair color blond or at least light (Doesn't mean I don't love dark haired Alice from Madness Returns hehe). She has light blue eyes, a little to light to give of a lost feeling, something that makes them look empty. Her braided her has that little black ribbon at the end which I associate with Alice.

Her colors: She wears a lot of black and white combined with blue colors. Lighter once for when she is at the hotel and darker once for when she is out fighting as a stalker.

Companions: Alice has three puppets she build from scratch. White rabbit, cheshire cat and caterpillar. The first two are based on pets she used to have. White rabbit was an albino rabbit, a present from her parents to hopefully make their child stop asking for more attention and to support her ' nurturing ' side (wanted her to become a good wife). Cheshire cat on the other side was a present from a business partner from a country in the west, a maine coon cat who looked like he is smiling/smirking all the time. The caterpillar wasn't a pet but Alice first try of a wind-up puppet when she was younger. She later turned it's remaining parts into a puppet like the others.

Her family: Alice's parents are from a country in the north. Came to Krat because of their business. They have a clothing business, high quality products for the higher society. Always dressed in fine dark red, the Red 'Queen' and 'King'. Both of them don't show any affection or attention towards their daughter believing that hair living in such a "wonderland" made out of money and a position in a higher class is already enough. In return they expect her to become a fine young woman, a good wife and mother for her future husband and their kids. Trying to shape her after their desire. Alice once told Romeo and Carlo that her mother looks to her like the 'Queen of Hearts' after looking a poker card deck.

Alice hobbies: Like I said. Her family tried to shape Alice. But she has her own dreams. She loves mathematics, physics, engineering and the arts (hobbies which are really close to the author's profession and hobbies). Her dream was to become an inventor for things that make other happy, like kids toys.

Alice as in the past and present: The former Alice used to be a crybaby. Someone who was often afraid of talking about her feelings, wishes and dreams. But she was also really friendly, kind and sweet towards the people she cared for and who cared for her. Present Alice is different. She still shows kindness towards those she cares but her heart is cold when it comes to being... Really friendly and sweet. The events changed her. You could say since original Alice had a sister, this Alice also has one. Herself. The Alice from the present is the one she protects by trying her best to help Krat, to not let the chaos destroy what good memories she had. But the current Alice, she is not the same as her. She is the Alice who went from the mad wonderland into a mad nightmare.

Well yeah, thanks everyone for reading this. It's still not everything about her but... Yeah. Thanks for reading. 👉👈 and sry for typos.

[oddcryptidwrites]

OC Description Tag

Rules: Share an excerpt from your WIP that describes one of your OCs.

@tabswrites (and I think @thetruearchmagos too?) tagged me in this one and I'll tag @guessillcallitart @rickie-the-storyteller and whoever else wants to play (no pressure!)

For this one I'll reshare an excerpt from this chapter of NYTF for René Dubois!

Not long after, a sleek gray electric motorcycle came skidding into the entry, spitting gravel everywhere. Grady flinched, stepping back slightly as a few pieces hit her lower leg. The driver caught himself before the bike could topple, righting it and kicking out the stand. Dismounting with practiced ease, he swung his leg over the bike, then tugged off his black visored helmet. He had to be forty or so, based on the dusting of silver in his dark wavy curls. Grady had honestly no idea who he was. As he spotted Marcie, Gavin, and the Olson siblings, his stern frown broke, giving way to a cheshire-cat grin.

His face was so incredibly familiar.

“You’re stupid as hell, Rene!” Marcie snapped, but with a playful undertone, and he laughed.

“Good to see you too. Marcie.” He gave her a side hug, then turned to Gavin, “And greetings to you too.”

“It’s been a moment.” Gavin gave him a mock salute, before the man finally turned to Grady, the unnerving grin still on his face.

“And you’re Commander Grady Yensey, correct? You now serve as Her Majesty’s bodyguard? I’m Rene Dubois, the President of North Carolina."

Oh. So he was also impulsive and made stupid decisions, like Piers. Maybe the two of them would get along.

[fizzyxcustard]

Covert Eyes (3)

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

Fandom: Spooks

Pairings: Lucas North x OC (Amy Holland) eventually

Warnings: Stalking behaviour, anxiety, language

Summary: Lucas takes notice of a young woman, Amy, but his obsession and want to get to know her begin to spiral out of control. In the previous chapter, Lucas has followed Amy to her date, which went badly. He is there when she bails on the date, and he walks her home. Is Amy slowly beginning to show more of herself to Lucas? And are there small inconsistencies which are now being noticed?

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I am so sorry. I can’t make our normal breakfast meet up. Forgive me.

To say that Amy was disappointed was an understatement, but she understood that Lucas had a life. And at that present time she was probably one of the most inferior things in it. However, what happened next made her wonder very much where she stood with this man.

Her intercom buzzed. “Delivery for Miss Holland.”

“Erm….okay,” Amy stuttered, pressing the door release for the deliveryman to get in her building. “Flat 3, mate.” Yeah, he was probably already aware of that, you idiot.

Amy was greeted by a young man, barely out of school. He held up a coffee cup and bag, with the unmistakable name and logo of the coffee shop that she and Lucas normally met in. “It’s all been paid for by a Mr. North. Enjoy.”

“Yeah, thank you,” she said, stepping back, slightly dazed.

Inside the bag was a morning bagel and blueberry muffin. The coffee was a simple Americano, with milk. He remembered. Amy couldn’t help but smile as she grabbed her phone.

Why did you do this? Thank you so much.

Within two minutes, just as she took a bite of her bagel, a response came.

Enjoy, love. I’ve missed our normal meeting this morning. Work is crazy.

Across the city and Lucas was sat at his desk, missing Amy. Again, an honest admission. No lie. He was missing drinking that coffee which would wake him up, while watching her as she doodled in her notebook.

“You look awful. You need some sleep,” Jo commented as she sat down opposite Lucas at her own desk. “I’ll finish the log up for you. You go home and get some rest.”

Lucas smirked. “Just the comment that I like to hear, ‘you look awful’. Thanks, Jo. I don’t sleep much anyway, so being here keeps me busy.” Not only that, but while Amy was at work herself, what else could he be doing? He seemed to be progressing a little better with her.

At around two in the afternoon, Lucas felt his phone vibrate. Amy’s name was on his screen.

“There’s only one reason for that look,” Jo laughed.

Lucas looked up to see Jo eyeing him over the top of her computer monitor. Her eyes were twinkling with mischief. “Before you ask, no, it’s not someone that you know. Not as far as I know anyway. She’s only a friend.”

“And she makes you smile like that? Come on, Lucas,” Jo grinned. She leaned her elbows on the desk and looked at her colleague. “She’s the woman from the photo you were looking at, isn’t she?”

“No comment,” Lucas teased, getting up with his coffee mug and phone in hand. He head for the staffroom to get another drink and respond to Amy.

Work is dragging. My last appointment didn’t show. How is work for you?

Lucas’ thumbs tapped his phone screen quickly:

Almost over. Managed to finish all my reports. Any plans after work?

Amy replied almost immediately:

Night in with Netflix, I think. You?

Lucas: Same, I think. Unless I get called in again. My DSI is breathing down my neck for another report to be typed up at some point.

Then Lucas grinned at his phone like a Cheshire Cat. Amy’s dam was breaking, slowly but surely.

You can always come to mine if you want to. I’ll make sure to stock up on Dairy Milk.

Of course Lucas agreed to Amy’s proposal.

Later on in the day, Lucas found that he had ventured back onto Amy’s Facebook profile. The temptation had been too much, and between writing reports and applications, he scrolled her information on his phone. It seemed as if her posts in general had become less of late, only being the odd meme or joke. There was very little that gave away her inner feelings. Most women that Lucas had known in his life, in various capacities, tended to be more open, and made their intentions clear. Why did Amy have to be so difficult? Maybe it was because she was so closed down that he remained as interested as he was. She appealed to his analytical side, when research was needed. In Lucas’ experience, he knew when a woman was interested and when she wasn’t. With Amy, he could sense she was attracted to him, but her more conscious behaviours contradicted it all. Her subconscious side, in which her body would betray her conscious behaviour, seemed to be quite well trained, but not quite enough. The little blushes and averted eye contact. It made sense for someone who liked the person they were sitting with. But her unwillingness to open up about herself and her lack of ‘obvious’ interest was what stumped Lucas.

Towards the end of the afternoon and Lucas smiled at Amy’s newest status on Facebook; her first update in four days. Only he would understand the reference, yet she didn’t even know that he was aware of her profile and watching it.

Waiting to relieve my Dairy Milk craving.

Next to the status were the words ‘feeling hopeful’.

Hopeful for what? Lucas smirked to himself and grabbed his jacket, twirling it around to put on.

Amy showered and got dressed into a pair of jeans with a long sleeved, black top. Her short, mousy brown hair was still slightly damp as her intercom buzzed and Lucas’ voice came over it. With a spring in her step and giggle, she dashed to the intercom and pressed the button, allowing him into the building.

Lucas greeted her with a smile and two large blocks of Dairy Milk. “You can never have too much chocolate,” he chuckled. Amy let her latest guest inside and couldn’t help but glance at his backside, nicely hidden away in a pair of Levi jeans. She looked up at his shoulders, still covered in his black coat. The broadness of them made her mentally melt. Then he turned and flashed that gorgeous smile at her again. There was only so many times that she could handle that smile.

“Go and make yourself comfortable,” she said nervously. “I just need to pop into the kitchen for something.”

Amy slipped out of the living room and into a short hallway which led into the kitchen. There, she placed her hands on the side board and mentally tried to pull her thoughts together. She inhaled deep and then exhaled. “You can do this, Aim.” This whole situation was overwhelming; such a lack of confidence gave her a distinct disadvantage in this situation, and she knew that. Men like confidence, is what people normally say. If that was the truth, Amy knew she was fucked. Being in the presence of men was where Amy faltered, where she felt the most vulnerable and couldn’t help but sit and list her shortcomings.

Lucas remained in the living room, sat at one end of the long, cream sofa. He eased back into the comfort and opened his legs slightly, and placed his arm along the back of the seat. The room was quite small, but lived in. Along the mantelpiece, on the left wall, were three matching owl ornaments, with small scented candles positioned between them. The television was mounted above the mantelpiece, connected to a DVD player and PlayStation console. Opposite Lucas was a large wooden case with glass doors and inside were more ornaments, but these were Disney characters. Ariel. Belle and Beast. Snow White and the Dwarfs. Aladdin and Jasmine. Merlin and Arthur. Robin Hood, Prince John and Sir Hiss. Dumbo. A true child who had never fully grown up. To the right was a striped armchair, and above the armchair, on the wall, were stills and small posters of various films, most of them cartoons and old 80’s classics.

“If it gets too warm then I can turn the heating off,” Amy said as she re-appeared.

“No, no. It’s fine. It’s cosy.”

“Do you want anything to drink? Alcohol, non-alcoholic?”

“I’d better be good and have non-alcoholic as it’s a school night and I could easily get called in. I’m not due to be on call until next week, but this week has been pretty hectic and it’s all hands on deck.”

“I’ll go and make some drinks. Do you want to come in and we can carry on chatting in there?”

Lucas rose from the sofa and followed Amy in to a small, compact, but very organised and tidy kitchen.

Amy flicked on the kettle and then preceded to list the drinks that she had in her cupboard and fridge. Lucas opted for, so she guessed, a black coffee. That was what he normally drank every morning when they met at the café.

“So, you were saying?” Amy asked, resting her back against the side board to face Lucas. She was sure he had become more handsome in the last few seconds that she had been looking away. His steel blue eyes were locked on her and she knew she was blushing again like an absolute idiot. Had he stepped closer since she’d turned back around? Or was it her imagination?

“Yeah, work has been a nightmare. So many of us have been called back in on days off or for overnight shifts.”

“Do you get paid overtime?”

“Either that, or we can claim it back as time off in lieu. But half the time, we’re questioned as to why we need to take time off and then even called in again during that time off as well. I’ve considered moving on many times.” Lucas never wavered in his telling of these fictional events. In fact, some of it did ring true, to a degree, for his work with MI5. His job as an intelligence officer was not a typical nine to five office role. And a lot of it did involve paperwork, like signing weapons in and out. Notebooks. Logs.

“That’s just crap. In my job, we have to give at least two weeks’ notice for our leave, and even then, depending on who you team leader is, you’re questioned as to why you need it off.” As they spoke, Amy prepared the drinks and handed a steaming mug of coffee to Lucas. “My week off to go back to Coventry was booked three months ago. And even up until a few days before I actually went, one of the senior managers was asking for people to cancel holiday to try and help out and take on more claimants. Considering that we deal primarily with unemployed people, there are so many targets to hit. I’ve been looking for other jobs in the civil service for about six months now. Nothing has really appealed to me, to be honest.”

As Amy began to move out of the direct kitchen space, towards her dining table and chairs, she noticed that Lucas was still. He was watching her over the rim of his coffee cup, which he then placed down on the table. “Has that guy tried to contact you again after your date?” he asked.

Why was Lucas stopping Amy from moving? Her heart sped up in her chest and her breath hitched a little. She could smell his deodorant.

“No, he hasn’t. I was worried he might try, but I blocked him on everything,” Amy replied.

“From the look of him, Aim, you’re way out of his league. He’d be lucky to…”

Lucas’ phone rang in his back pocket.

“Shit!” he cursed. He pulled the ringing nuisance from his back jeans pocket, seeing Ros’ name flashing. He moved out into the hallway, silently excusing himself so he could take the call.

For a couple of minutes, Amy listened to Lucas’ voice in a frustrated sounding whisper. She bit on her thumb nail as excitement, disappointment and anxiety all racked her at the same time. Was Lucas really telling her that she was attractive? That Jonathan, the date she bailed on, was beneath her? Was Lucas North really showing interest in her as more than a friend?

“I’m so sorry, but I’ve got to go. I really can’t get out of this, no matter how much I want to,” Lucas said, his face full of disappointment and reluctance to go. “Maybe we could arrange for another night to do this? I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

To Amy’s amazement, Lucas reached out and squeezed her arm. “Of course. You do what you need to do. I can wait,” she replied.

“Not too long, I hope.”

As Lucas left that evening, Amy pressed her back to the wall and sighed. Lucas’ words about Jonathan kept playing over and over in her mind, his baritone voice like velvet, on repeat. But one question suddenly sprang into Amy’s mind, appearing out of nowhere. How did he know what Jonathan looked like?

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[rosyfingereddawnn]

only the black rose (chapter 4)

pairing: jimmy page x layla porter (oc)

warnings: bordering on nsfw, a little fluff, and yet another pretentious description of a zep song :)

words: 3.9k

summary: in the blink of an eye, it’s 1975 and layla’s suddenly joining led zeppelin for their north american tour. throughout the chaos, the band take a liking to her, she builds friendships with the boys, and love blossoms. but all good things must come to an end.

author’s note: i blushed countless times writing this chapter. also things are heating up folks!!! not beta’d as always! hope you enjoy!

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The dressing room of the Rotterdam Ahoy was certainly not a palace of luxury, with its plush navy couches and line of chairs pushed against the wall, next to a long folding table packed tight with refreshments. A full-length mirror sits in the corner, casting refractions of faint yellow light onto the off-white brick walls. John Bonham lounges on the loveseat, drumming out an intricate rhythm on his knees, brown eyes far away as he stares off into the distance. John Paul Jones perches on the chair nearest to the door, strumming a tune reminiscent of rockabilly on a beautiful mandolin, nodding his head to keep the beat.

Looking up, Jonesy spots Jimmy across from him, occupying the couch next to Bonzo. Jimmy is tuning up his acoustic guitar, no doubt the precious gift he had received just days before. Every so often, Jimmy would pause in his focused tuning to shift in his seat with a wince, stretching out, before finally resuming.

“You okay, Pagey?”

“...Hm?” Jimmy grunts out, concentration stolen completely by the beautiful guitar in his hands. Heavenly notes swirling around the small room, mixing seamlessly with the sharp harmonies of the mandolin. Jimmy did always preach about unity, after all.

“Are you okay? You keep wincing, and you’ve shifted in your seat about 20 times in the past two minutes.”

“My back is a little sore, I must have slept in an odd position. Nothing serious.” This is punctuated by a crackle as Jimmy stretches once more.

“Well, you did have a nice pillow though, didn’t you?”

“Jonesy—”

“I hope you know that Robert has pictures, Jim.”

“You’re joking.”

“Nope,” Bonzo chuckles, popping the P, and smirking at the man across from him, who has finally stopped plucking the strings of the guitar. Jimmy wrings his hands together, stopping only to thumb at his nose. “No need to be nervous, Page. I’m sure he’ll only show a couple of them at the wedding, which reminds me. We need to know her ring preferences. Stones are important to girls, or something.”

“He took more than one? Wait… Rings? We’re not… I’ve known her for like, 5 days! Marriage? She doesn’t even like me like—”

“Who’s getting married?” Layla questions, voice floating through the open door as she walks in, arm in arm with Robert, who is sporting a cheshire grin. The blond sends a subtle wink at Jimmy, strolling further into the room.

“Layla, quick question.”

“Oh no. Should I be scared?”

“Only a little bit.” Jonesy cuts in, chuckling at the helpless look on Jimmy’s face.

“Bonzo, I-I really don’t think—”

“Pagey, shush,” Bonzo interrupts the guitarist, who splutters, dumbfounded at the exchange taking place. He moves to stop Bonzo from speaking, but Bonzo shoves him back onto the couch behind him, Jimmy landing with a huff. “Now, birdie… What is your favourite gemstone?”

“Garnet. Do I want to know what this is about?”

“Probably not.”

“Great. Well, as fun as this has been, I’ve got to go find Peter, he wanted to talk to me about something,” Layla drawls, a smile just evident in the slight curl of her lips, painted a pretty pink in the artificial light of the room. She catches Jimmy staring her way, and her smile grows wider, taking in the stunned expression on his features.  “I just thought it would be a good idea to rescue Robert from the horde of groupies that had him surrounded first.”

“Very smart. It would be rather hard to play without our frontman. Unless… Bonzo, how quickly can we get Coverdale in here?”

“Jonesy, I’m hurt. You know my voice is better than his.”

“Every single day, I am astounded at how humble you are, Robert. Truly brings a tear to my eye.” Layla laughs, turning towards the door, when a soft voice pipes up from behind her, paired with the sound of footsteps, muffled by the carpet under their feet.

“Mind if I join you, petal?”

A soft smile graces the woman’s lips at the sound of Jimmy’s dulcet voice, and she turns around to face him. Gazing up at him almost shyly, she nods, and they walk out together, Jimmy’s arm comforting around the woman’s shoulders. As they exit the dressing room, Robert pokes his head out, a mischievous smile growing slowly.

“Use protection, you two. Can’t have any little Page-Porters running around the venue.” Before the duo could retort, Robert retreats into the dressing room once more, his golden curls and the sound of his cackle following. Embarrassment colouring his face, Jimmy releases his hold on Layla, but is stopped by a hand at his wrist. Forest green and golden brown meet once more as she nods lightly. Jimmy, confident that Layla is comfortable with his touch, wraps his arm around her shoulders once more, as they walk through the venue in search of Peter Grant.

“For a man of his stature, I hadn’t anticipated how hard it would be to find him.” Jimmy laughs, which causes Layla to look at the man. His laugh may just be one of her favourite sounds, she thinks. Jimmy, sensing Layla’s eyes on him, looks down at the woman, whose head dips shyly, so different from the sassy exterior she lets people see. He lets his gaze linger, taking in the unruly chestnut ringlets that frame her tanned face perfectly. Her brown eyes hold unimaginable depths, and he is frightened by how often he gets lost in them. Her lips, the colour of lovely flowers in the bright morning light, are bitten cherry red out of nerves. Layla looks up at him then, and instead of shying away, this time he holds her gaze.

“Jim, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course petal. Ask away.”

“I’m just… a little curious,” Layla says, smiling as she stares right back, biting her lip for an entirely different reason now. “Why exactly do you call me petal?”

“Because I can make you blush the colour of a rose in bloom.”

“...That was so cheesy. I hope you know that, Jimmy,” Layla says, a giddy laugh bubbling out past her lips. “You know, I need a nickname for you now, so we’re even.”

“Oh, is that right, petal?”

“It is, actually. How about… angel? I mean, just look at that face.”

Jimmy’s breath hitches, audible even through the bustle of pre-show preparations. His free hand moves up to scratch at his neck once more, a nervous tick, of which he has many, that Layla is now accustomed to. Recovering quickly, Jimmy smirks, eyes glinting mischievously.

“Actually, petal, I think I might be a devil in disguise, but that’s something for you to figure out.”

“Right, because a devil would definitely check up on me, and help me when I was drunk out of my mind, and make me morning coffee exactly the way I like it.”

Knowing he’s been beat, Jimmy’s gaze falls to his feet, suddenly very interested in a particularly deep scuff mark. Layla chances a look at the man, and smiles softly at his reaction. Stepping in front of him, she puts a hand to his shoulder, wiping off imaginary dust from his shirt. His eyes follow her fingers, which finally land on his chin, lifting his head to face her. Layla moves in closer, tucking the hair falling into his face behind his ear.

“I appreciate your help trying to find Peter, but you have a show to get ready for, don’t you, angel?”

“I—”

He is interrupted by the whisper of soft lips brushing his cheek, and the fading scent of the woman’s perfume as she slips past him.

“Damn, she’s good…”

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Maneuvering through the maze-like hallways of the arena, Layla finally spots Peter, who is in deep conversation with a stage-hand, back turned to her. Moving closer, she can hear snippets of conversation detailing stage lights and lasers, and she wonders just what she had gotten into. Peter, hearing the padding of Layla’s footsteps approaching, finally turns around, grinning the moment he sees her.

“Layla! I’d like to speak with you for a moment, if that’s okay?”

“Of course, Peter! In fact, I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” Layla exclaims, falling into step with Peter as they trek through the long hallways once more. “You had said you wanted to talk to me earlier?”

“Right, yes. You had expressed interest in helping out in the wings during the tour,”  Peter says, leading the woman with a paternal hand at the small of her back, ensuring she doesn't get lost once again. “But I was wondering if you had wanted to maybe experience this show in the audience? I only ask, because the experience is much different from the crowd, and I wouldn’t want you to miss out.”

“I would love to, Peter, but if you do need help…”

“Go have fun, dear. A front-row view at a Led Zeppelin show doesn’t come very often, after all.”

“Thank you so much, Peter!”

“It’s my pleasure, Layla. Now, we’ll be on in about 30 minutes, so we better get you to your seats sooner rather than later.”

Peter riffles through the pockets of his blazer and produces a rectangular piece of paper, no doubt the tickets themselves. Layla is led to an usher, and Peter, with a wink and a smile, turns on his heel, walking away, no doubt to check on his boys. The usher leads her onto the floor, right in front of the stage. Layla thanks them, a gleaming smile making her glow.

The venue is already packed to the brim, and with a glance behind her, Layla spots an ocean of faces, eyes glued to the stage in anticipation. At the sight of this, Layla can’t help but reciprocate these feelings.

“Hell,” Layla mutters under her breath, shaking her head lightly. “I’ve seen them play in the studio… How much better could it get than that?”

In the relative darkness of the large room, she can see shadows moving out from the stage wings, the hollers of the crowd growing deafening.

Here we go.

A booming voice erupts out from the speakers scattered around the stage.  Layla can’t help but join in, letting out some cheers of her own, wide smile nearly splitting her cheeks.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Led Zeppelin!”

A soft click cuts through the sea of white noise like a knife, and the stage is illuminated by a giant sign reading, ‘Led Zeppelin’ in bold, lit letters, which ignites the flame of excitement once more. A smug look passes between them and the band starts to play, catching the audience off guard. Bonzo’s sharp drumming serves as a count-in for Jimmy and Jonesy, their combined excellence creating a solid wall of pure sound, only penetrated by Robert’s masterful wails. Jimmy, gleaming in a suit accented with shining panels of silver, looks absolutely decadent, enraptured by the music he is playing. The chorus sounds, echoing slightly, across the great sea of faces, who are relentless in their fiery adrenaline. Robert glides across the stage, singing as if the crowd were snakes and he was a charmer, entrancing them with his stage presence and golden voice.

“It's been a long time, been a long time, been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely... time.”

Finally, the last notes fizzle out, Jimmy improvising a run under the blanket of unity courtesy of the rhythm section, and the crowd’s screams grow thunderous, a reward for the incredible first song. This trend remained throughout the entirety of the concert, every song fueling the fire.

Layla is completely in awe, eyes blinking rapidly in hopes of comprehending exactly what she had just witnessed. She had known exactly how talented every one of them was, she had seen it just days ago when they had played in the studio, but what she hadn't anticipated, was just how much the stage lights and the crowd brought them to life. They looked holy, faces painted with pure concentration and confidence. Throughout the show, she couldn't help but hang on to Jimmy’s every move. Up there on stage, bliss apparent in the uptick of his rosy lips and eyes full of ecstasy, he was hypnotising, beautiful strong fingers tickling the fretboard in hopes of squeezing ethereal notes from it. The woman wonders what it would be like; for the guitarist to touch her like that. To make her whimper like the guitar he manipulates every night. She wonders what it would be like to touch unmarked, alabaster skin, to bury her fingers in jet black hair as perfect, pink lips rock her world. The touch of callused fingers making her skin tingle and hum and burn in euphoria.

“Layla, you’re going to start bleeding if you keep biting your lip like that. Are you alright, my dear?”

Looking up abruptly, Layla is met by the whiskered face of Peter Grant, smiling softly as he looks down at her. She shakes her head to banish the illicit thoughts, curls flying wildly about her head.

“I’m… Peter, that was incredible!”

“Why don't we sneak you backstage so you can tell the boys what you think?” Peter says, smirking at the astonished face of the young woman in front of him. “They've been asking about you ever since they got off stage.”

“Lead the way!”

The two make their way to the dressing rooms, idle chat between Layla and Peter the soundtrack. Walking through the dressing room doors, she sees the boys facing away from her, celebrating a job well done. Robert is reclined on the couch, two beautiful blondes on each side getting his full attention. Bonzo and Jonesy are chatting in the corner of the room, sipping on bottles of whatever liquor they could find. Jimmy stands alongside them, laughing softly, dimples rising on his cheeks. In the harsh light of the dressing room, the sweat dripping from Jimmy’s body makes him glow, and Layla can’t help but stare.

“Boys, it seems we have a guest.”

Four pairs of eyes lock on her, and she smiles winningly, the beginnings of a giggle bubbling up her throat.

“Excuse me, ladies,” says Robert, as he extricates himself from the arms of the blondes, smiling apologetically. “But I really must greet the little dove.”

Immediately, arms surrounding the young woman, and as bad as the boys smelled, impressively sweaty after such a wonderful show, she was too excited to care. Pulling back finally, she gives her friends a megawatt smile.

“Guys, that was… That was truly amazing! I don’t know how you did it,” exclaims Layla, hands flying every which way to prove her point. “But you completely exceeded my expectations! I thought your little studio performance was excellent, but… This!”

“Wow, Layla. You’ve got such a way with words.” Jonesy jokes, putting an arm around the woman, leading her into the post-performance chaos. Bonzo pours her a shot glass full of something unidentifiable, vodka perhaps, and Layla tips it back quickly. Liquid courage firmly in place, she catches Jimmy’s eye. Wrestling out of Jonesy’s arms, Layla struts over to the raven-haired man and guides him to the corner of the room, a small hand slipping into his.

“Petal—”

“Shush!  Jim, that performance was… I don’t know what to say! Everyone had a great show, of course, but your guitar,” Layla rambles, speaking so quickly that the guitarist can barely hang on to a word the woman is saying. “... And Stairway. Oh my god, I don’t think I looked away once during the whole song! And—”

“Layla—”

“... Communication Breakdown ended way too soon, but the way you moved your fingers so quickly across the fretboard. I just don’t even—”

“Petal, please calm—”

This time, Jimmy isn’t interrupted by the ranting woman, but rather a set of slightly chapped lips on his, and a soft hand cradling his cheek, the other a warm weight on his shoulder. Layla is… kissing him. As soon as he makes this discovery, the lips against his turn down into a slight frown, and begin to pull away. Frantic at the thought of Layla pulling back, Jimmy brings a hand to her face, the other threading through her unruly curls to land at the back of her head. Deepening the chaste kiss, Jimmy’s eyes close. If he had been less preoccupied, he would have seen Bonzo, phone in hand, calling home in hopes of talking to his lovely wife. He would have seen Jonesy, laughing and pressing ever-closer to a beautiful brunette, a hand pushing back her long wavy locks. He would have seen Robert walking closer with a smirk set on his lips.

Jimmy finally pulls away, staring deep into Layla’s chestnut eyes, glazed over slightly as she blinks back at him, lips a luscious red from the heated kiss. Jimmy opens his mouth to speak, but another voice beats him to the punch.

“Goodness, little dove, if I knew you were handing out kisses like that for a good performance, I would’ve walked off before Jimmy. Hell, I’d’ve shoved him to get to you.”

Layla scoffs at the blond’s words, her hands twined around the guitarist’s neck. “Sorry, blondie, I’m not handing those out to just anyone. Besides, don't you have two beautiful blondes looking to take a bite out of you?”

“Ah, you're right, little dove. Excuse me, but I must get going.” Robert says with a wink, strolling back over to the two women.

Layla looks back at Jimmy, to find him staring at her. They remain there, gazes locked on one other, until Jimmy finally looks away, scanning the room.

“Let’s go somewhere a little more private, hm?” Jimmy whispers, taking Layla’s hand in his and leading her out the door.

Walking through the maze of hallways, hand in hand, Layla is struck by the parallels of the last time her and Jimmy were here. Only this time, she hadn’t just kissed him on the cheek. Her cheeks flush a dark scarlet at the thought as she is pulled into a deserted room, hand still linked with Jimmy’s own.

“Layla, I…”

“That was…”

The couple speak in unison, nerves taking over. Jimmy takes a deep breath, gripping Layla’s hands tightly in his, as he looks down at her, green eyes twinkling like stars in the midnight sky.

“Are you,” He starts, clearing his throat as he gazes down at Layla, who is looking up at him in reverence, reminiscent of the look she had given him on the plane. “Are you okay, petal? You don’t seem like the kind of person to just… kiss someone like that.”

“Honestly? Angel, I’ve been thinking of doing that for a while. Since the moment I first saw you, really.”

“Well… The feeling is mutual, but I mean… I think we should talk about this.”

“Jimmy Page, always the pragmatist.”

The man chuckles, smirking at the woman, places a hand beside her head on the wall, leaning in close. “Hey, you’ve never complained about it before, so why start now?”

“Maybe I did, behind your back. You would have no way of knowing, would you?” Layla says, a sweet smile on her lips as she bats her eyelashes; the image of false innocence.

Jimmy smiles at the woman, until it slips off his face, his downcast eyes troubled. He reaches up a hand to thumb lightly at his nose, and she realizes that he’s nervous. Tilting his head up with a finger at his chin, she meets his eyes.

“Jim, what’s wrong? Did… Did you not like it? The kiss, I mean?” Jimmy startles at this, quick to reassure her with a hand at her cheek, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles along her cheekbone.

“Of course I liked it, petal. How could I not? I just… I want to do this right, Layla.”

“Mhm.” Layla hums, moving closer to the man, smirking softly at the nervousness that plagues the guitarist.

“You’re not just… You’re not just some groupie to me, y’know?”

“Mhm.”

“I don’t want this to be just a one night stand, or… or a fling, or a friends with benefits situation, Layla. I want you.”

“Right.”

“I think we should take this slow, and see where… When did you get so close to me?”

Layla leans forward, placing a peck on his lips, and pulls away, leaving him stunned. He shakes his head, and tries again, brow furrowing in determination. “Layla, I’m serious, I really—”

This is met by yet another peck of the lips. Jimmy opens his mouth to speak, trying once more, but he is thwarted by yet another sweet kiss. Finally giving in, Jimmy deepens the kiss, hands landing in her hair. He spins them around, and crowds Layla against the wall, pulling back briefly, which elicits a soft whine from the brunette.

“Jimmy—”

“Are you okay with this, petal?”

“... Get over here.”

She pulls him in once again, and they resume where they left off. Jimmy laps at the opening of Layla’s bottom lip, asking for entrance, and his request is granted. The couple battles for dominance, their hands roaming anywhere they could reach. Jimmy’s palm slides down to rest at her back, dangerously close to slipping lower. Layla smiles against his lips, and pulls away, breathing heavily. She presses one more breathless kiss to Jimmy’s lips, and smiles widely, taking in the man before her. His hair is a mess, his lips are swollen, and his eyes are locked onto hers, searching her face with a hint of a smile. She wants this to work; for them to work.

“Angel, I want to take this slow too. I don’t want to lose you to someone else, just because we rushed this. I do, however, hope we can still kiss like that on the regular.”

“We’ll see, petal.” Jimmy laughs, winding a familiar arm around her shoulders, as he presses a kiss to her cheek.

“Oh, how the tables have turned… I’m usually the one dishing out cheek kisses.”

“That may just have to change, then.”

“Be careful, I could very well just go and find Robert right now. You know, maybe I'll go steady with him instead…”

Laughter follows behind them like a shadow as they walk back to the dressing room to find the rest of their crew. Jimmy’s arm still rests around the shoulders of the woman, and as they enter, the band take in the disheveled state of the couple.  

“Oh my god—”

“Come on, boys, we have a plane to catch!”

“Actually, Pagey,” Jonesy interjects, smiling at the couple, eyebrows waggling. “We still have a few minutes. What happened while you were gone?”

“Did you guys, like… have a quickie in the custodial closet or something?”

“God, Bonzo, we—”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Bonham.” Layla interjects, kind smile cutting through the sarcasm of her response. Bonzo smiles back, clapping Layla on the shoulder. Robert pouts playfully, curls bouncing as he lowers his head slightly.

“That should have been me…”

Peter chooses this moment to walk in, alerting them that it’s finally time to leave. One taxi ride later, everybody piles into the Starship, making themselves comfortable. Jimmy and Layla take a spot on the comfortable loveseat, and fall asleep right away, leaning up against one another.

If they wake up, backs sore once again, it’s worth it to them.

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Oasis

Description: This is in direct correlation with Creampie Fridays. It’s a shameless gloryhole centered fic that explores the weird/sexy kinks/satisfactions of our favorite saiyans. The main characters are our OC’s, Em (Lynn’s) and Santana (Supreme’s). Please, if you want to reference our OC’s in anything, ask permission first.

Warnings: Obviously NSFW, smut, handjobs, blowjobs, creampies, throat fucking, sex for money.

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Come nightfall on Planet Vegeta, there were three hotspots of activity in the most densely populated part of the planet known as The Hub. The Palace sat on the north end. The royals always hosted lavish parties for the most elite of the Saiyan race, especially after another successful planet conquering mission.

The bar was to the East. It was the one place where saiyans of all classes mingled.

The third hotspot was a widely known secret. Nestled on the west side in an old hotel was The Bordello. Everyone knew about it but no one spoke openly about it because it wasn’t the type of place people held in high regard.

“Happy Creampie Friday,” Em said, linking her arm with Santana’s to ascend the stairs to The Bordello. Santana’s Cheshire cat grin was on full display as a soft breeze blew through her shiny black hair. The air felt energized and their bodies radiated with excitement over their upcoming shift. A group of saiyans were returning from a mission that kept them away for months. That meant they were about to have a very busy night.

Their first stop was the main office off to the side of the lobby.

“If we didn’t get assigned to the Oasis I’m raising hell,” Santana said as they approached the employee board. Posted on a worn piece of parchment was the list of room assignments. They scanned the list and grinned at one another.

“Creampie Friday just got a lot better.” Em couldn’t hide the excitement she felt at being assigned to the same place as Santana.

They were basically joined at the hip since birth and did everything together. When they decided to toss aside fighting and war for a more relaxing and adventurous lifestyle, they did so together.

They headed to the backroom and stripped out of their clothes.

“I wonder who’s showing up tonight,” Em said, pulling her hair back in a ponytail.

“You know you can just say you hope Kakarot will show up,” Santana said with a sly grin.

Em tried to feign disinterest, “I don’t know what you’re talking about." 

Santana cocked her head to the side and perched her hands on her hips, "really? Are we going there?”

“Going where?”

“Alright, I guess we’re going there. Last time he was in he came by at least twice a day to see you, not even fuck, but see you. And for weeks after he left all you could talk about was how you wondered when he’d be back.” Santana knew Em too well.

“He’s a good fuck, that’s it.” Em sifted through the clothing to find something tight and revealing.

“So is Raditz but you’ve never wondered when he was coming back.”

“What about you and the Prince?” Em deflected, pulling a couple of clothing options from the rack.

“What about it? That royal asshole has a good dick. That’s all.” Santana shrugged, opting for nothing other than a robe to cover herself on the way to the Oasis.

“Looks like we both just really want their dicks then.” Em said as she finished hooking the clasps on her lacey black bra.

“Looks that way.” Santana agreed.

“You think he’ll make an appearance tonight?” Em finished putting on the panties to match.

“The Prince? Maybe. You know him, he wants to be as inconvenient as possible by coming by so late.”

“Do you think the King knows his son lost his virginity here?” Em smirked at the thought. Shortly after they started working at the Bordello, Santana got assigned to the top floor of the hotel reserved for the royals and high ranking officials that wanted their privacy. That was the night she met Prince Vegeta.

“Probably. Dude has no room to judge though, we know he’s been in here too.”

“The King is kind of…intense though. He left a bruise the size of his fist on my side last time.” Em remembered it took weeks to heal.

“At least he doesn’t show up often.” Santana tried to forget how rough he was with Em that night, it still bothered her.

“True. I don’t know if we could handle him and Bardock in the same night again.”

“Totally thought Bardock was gonna fuck a baby into me even though I’m on birth control,” Santana mused.

“The man loves his creampies.” Em put the rest of her stuff away and turned to Santana.

“How do I look?”

“Do you even have to ask?” Santana put her arm around Em’s waist and they headed for the Oasis.

The Bordello was already bustling with business, saiyans flooding every floor as they headed to the Oasis. 

“There you two are, you’ve already got some customers waiting.” Gine said as she ushered them forward.

“Really? Who?” Em asked.

They peeked around the corner to see a group of about five saiyans waiting at the wall, ready to stick their dicks through the randomly placed holes.

“Goddamn it, Turles is here,” Santana whispered.

“Rock, paper, scissors for who has to take his constant criticism?” Em asked.

“Alright, but if I lose this time I’m using my teeth.” Santana sighed.

Em threw out rock while Santana threw scissors. They tried again, this time Em throwing paper and Santana throwing scissors.

“Last time, winner is spared Turles the asshole saiyan.” Santana readied herself again.

This time Em threw scissors and Santana threw paper.

“Fuck.” She muttered.

“It’s going to be a busy night in here. Two groups returned from missions earlier. I hope you’re ready,” Gine said, ushering them towards their entrance to the Oasis.

“We got this,” Santana assured her. She followed Em into their side of the Oasis and approached the wall.

“Let me know if you need anything,” Gine called out before closing the door.

Their side of the wall was transparent, allowing them to see who was on the other side. All the customers could see was a shiny black partition with holes at various heights.

Santana knelt next to Em and pulled her into a soft kiss, just as they started every night together. 

“Ready?” She asked against her lips.

“Definitely.” Em grinned.

Santana scooted down to satisfy her first customer of the night.

“Alright, Turles, you giant asshole. Critique me tonight and I’ll bite your dick off.”

His laugh echoed on the other side of the wall.

“Evening, Commander, the usual?” Em greeted her first client. 

The large saiyan on the other side positioned himself and slid his cock through the hole.

“More tongue this time, please?” He asked with manners that were definitely appreciated.

Em smirked and gripped his cock as she swirled her tongue around the tip of it.

Turles unzipped his pants and put his cock through the hole.

“Goddamn, Turles, you couldn’t even get it hard for me first?” Santana complained as she gripped his flaccid dick.

“Santana, be a good little slut and put that mouth to better use,” he taunted.

“I can hear our sweet Em working hard.” Turles said.

He couldn’t see them, but he frequented the establishment enough to where he knew them by their voices alone. The anonymity portion wasn’t what he came for anyways.

“You know, you could not say our names out loud, that would be great,” Santana chided while she stroked his cock.

“Why are you talking instead of choking on my dick?”

Santana wanted to tell him exactly what she thought of him but that meant dealing with the infuriating saiyan even longer.

Instead, she slid his cock in her mouth.

Em rolled her eyes as Turles continued to talk, ruining the mood for others for sure. The quicker he cane the quicker he’d leave.

Em pushed her mouth down around the Commander’s cock, making sure to swirl her tongue around it just right that left him rutting his hips against the cold wall.

Santana brought her blowjob A game. Not that Turles deserved it, but him being in any kind of power position made him even more unbearable.

She sucked, stroked, and swirled her tongue around his cock until his thighs began to tremble.

Em felt the Commander moving a little more erratically as she sucked his cock, noticing he was getting close.

“Remember, it’s extra if you want me to swallow it, Commander.” Em said, still stroking his cock.

“P-Please… I’ll pay…” He stammered.

Em slipped his cock back into her mouth and continued until he came, hips snapping against the wall and cum dripping down her throat.

Santana didn’t even have to ask, Turles always paid extra for swallowing. He shoved his cock back in his pants while Santana chased his cum down her throat with water.

When she looked back up, she was surprised to see Kakarot approaching.

“Hey, Em?” She whispered.

Em wiped her mouth and looked over at Santana who turned Em’s head to see Kakarot in the doorway.

“Shit.” Em muttered.

Before she could say anything else Kyla stepped in through the side door.

“Em, there’s a specific request for you.” She nodded towards Kakarot.

“Here in the Oasis?” She asked.

“Yeah, and after.”

Santana grinned when she saw the look on Em’s face. “He’s just a good fuck my ass.”

“You’ve also been requested, Santana. You’ll be staying here until he’s ready for more privacy on the top floor,” Kyla informed her.

If she was going to the top floor, that meant one thing. The prince requested her.

“And you judged my face, slut.” Em grinned.

“Don’t you have a cock to suck?” Santana changed the subject. 

She knew if Vegeta was there that he’d want the full treatment again.

Kyla brought in a fresh bottle of water, a fresh towel, and a mint to get rid of any signs of Turles and his massive load of cum per Vegeta’s request.

“What about the rest of these guys?” She asked, wiping her mouth with the towel.

“I’ll see if I can find someone to work the middle of the wall. If not they just have to wait.”

Kyla left and informed Kakarot of which wall Em was waiting at. 

Em avoided Santana’s smug face while she prepared for him. She swiped the bottle of water from Santana and chugged it before he stepped up. Em felt like she was waiting on some big pay out, but really she was just excited to see him again.

He unzipped his pants and gripped his thick cock as he positioned himself through the hole.

“Any specific requests?” Em asked, her voice barely there.

“Don’t swallow this time, hold it until we’re alone.” Kakarot said.

While Santana waited for Vegeta to show, she crawled over to Em and kissed up her neck, letting her hands move down her body.

Em glanced at her while she pushed Kakarot’s cock further into her mouth.

Santana slid her hand down into Em’s panties, “you want to be ready for him, don’t you?” She spoke against her ear.

Em hummed a soft moan when her fingers gently pressed against her clit.

Santana watched Em take every last inch of his cock while she rubbed her clit in circular motions.

“You don’t look that happy sucking cock when it’s someone other than him,” Santana whispered.

Em’s muffled moans reverberated through his cock, making him groan. 

“He only sees you when he visits, you know that?” She continued to entice her, reminding her that he had a very specific preference and she was it.

Santana slid her fingers down between the slick folds of Em’s cunt and eased them into her, making Em buck her hips against her hand.

The side door opened and Kyla poked her head in. “Santana, he’s on his way in.”

If it was anyone other than Vegeta, she would’ve taken a little more time with Em but she was looking forward to seeing the prince again.

He stopped at the other end of the wall and pushed his dark blue pants down just enough to pull his cock out.

“What does the prince require tonight?” Santana asked.

“You know.” He said plainly.

“Specifics, please.” Santana enjoyed toying with him, getting him to tell her exactly what he wanted in detail.

“Damn it, woman.” He growled.

“I’ve got all night to wait. I can just sit here and watch Em get Kakarot off,” she teased.

“Edge me until we go upstairs,” he whispered, trying to keep his dirty little secret hidden from everyone nearby. It was something Santana taught him to have a mind-blowing orgasm. She also had her own reasons for showing him. When the prince was edged enough, he became an animal when it was time to let go.

“There it is,” Santana laughed and gripped his cock.

Em pushed Kakarot’s cock to the back of her throat and used her tongue to stroke the underside of him, eliciting the softest grunts and groans from him.

“Em…” He placed one hand on the wall as he tried to steady himself.

She smiled inwardly, knowing she was reducing the large saiyan to a mumbling mess.

Santana licked Vegeta’s cock from the base to the tip and swirled her tongue around the head. A soft groan from him encouraged her to keep going. She had him dialed in because as far as she knew, she was the only person Vegeta had ever done anything sexual with. He never requested anyone else and he mentioned more than once during pillow talk that he didn’t have time for a mate.

Em held her head down and kept his cock at the back of her throat for as long as she could before needing air. She released his cock with a pop of her lips and wiped the saliva from her chin. She caught her breath and returned her mouth around his cock again.

“More, please…” He begged softly, keeping his voice low.

The side door opened again and Kyla walked in looking less than pleased.

“What’s up?” Santana whispered between licks up Vegeta’s cock.

“Everyone’s busy, looks like I’m in here for the night.” She put her hand through the hole and motioned for the next person.

“Raditz is easy, 50/50 sucking and stroking and he’ll be purring for you,” Santana said before turning her attention back to Vegeta. She pushed his cock in her mouth and slowly to the back of her throat.

The three of them had their saiyans melting in their mouths within seconds. They fought the groans and grunts they wanted to let out, but it was no use. Each of them fell apart so quickly for the girls it was almost too easy. 

Kakarot snapped his hips against the wall, trying to push deeper into Em’s mouth as he let go with a guttural growl and filled her mouth with cum.

Santana pulled back just in time to leave Vegeta hanging like he requested.

“Meet me at the elevator,” Vegeta said, shoving his cock back in his pants.

Santana grinned and wiped her mouth.

“If Turles comes back tell him he has to pay a premium for coming here twice in one night,” Santana said to Kyla as she stood.

“Room four. Remember, hold it.” Kakarot said as he put his cock away.

“Mmhmm.” Em said with a mouthful of his cum.

She knew exactly what he wanted and she was only too happy to give it to him. She nodded to Kyla as she left the room through the side door and headed upstairs.

Santana left the room and headed down the hallway to the opposite end. Vegeta was already there pressing the button to the top floor.

“You must be pretty pent up if that’s all you could handle,” Santana said in a low voice as she stood next to him.

“Quiet until we’re in the room, woman.”

Em approached the door and before she could knock, it swung open and Kakarot pulled her inside. His hands cupped her face and he stared at her mouth.

“Open.” He ordered almost desperately.

She complied and showed him the pool of his cum that sat on her tongue.

He let out a low growl, “swallow it, slowly." 

Em tilted her head back and let his cum drip down the back of her throat, letting him watch as she did. 

He watched her intensely until the remnants of his cum had dissipated. He crashed his lips against hers fervently, nipping and biting at her as desperately as he could.

"On your knees,” Vegeta commanded the moment he closed the door and secured it.

Santana knew what was coming and she was more than ready to take every bit of it in stride.

He pushed his pants down and pulled his rock hard cock out. She immediately opened her mouth and had his cock shoved in her mouth in quick succession.

Vegeta grabbed a handful of her hair and began to relentlessly fuck her mouth, unleashing all of his pent up frustration in ragged thrusts and desperate grunts and groans. She rested her hands on his muscular thighs and dug her nails into them anytime she needed to take a breath.

By the time he was ready to come, her cheeks were streaked with tears and her throat was sore from choking over and over again.

With one final thrust into her mouth, he grunted and came, holding her head in place until he was done.

The prince stepped back and tilted her chin up to see his cum slide down her throat.

“Welcome back, Vegeta,” she said, wiping her mouth.

[ankinmonkseal]

List of Oc’s to make bios for:

Cheshire - BNHA

???- TBHK

Nagisa Okura - Univeral Magical girl Oc/ Visual novel MC (for a Japanese setting)

Cendrillon Van Rensselaer - Universeal Visual novel MC (North American/ Eueropean setting)

[inked-in-art]

A bunch of the Souls of my Soul eater OCs! I’m working on redesigning all of them and these are all the ones I’ve done so far (Plus my new ones Jax and Kit)

Find out which are which below!

top left

Kit (white, Xe/Xem or She/her pronouns) is a Spiritual who communicates and helps nature spirits! Xey come from a small village deep in a forest in japan and came to DWMA to train.

Jax (orange) is my Soul eater self insert and is a Crimson Blade Naginata (A type of blade made by witches for witches but only a few were made before she was supposedly killed) and is Kit’s weapon partner.

Middle Left

Jack Damasune (purple) is half weapon half witch who left witch society to come to DWMA to learn about her father. She ends up getting caught but is allowed to stay at DWMA providing she takes special classes and wears a tracker because she doesn't feel the pull of destruction that witches do because of her weapon blood. She’s a kitsune and can only really do transformation and mimicry magic anyways. She’s a scythe

Peyton (orange) Is Jack’s meister and is generally pretty scary and cold but if you get to know him he’s really funny

Bottom left

Arisu Cheshire (pink) comes from a branch of Kit’s culture but receives a Spirit when they come of age and are able to shift into that animal (in her case a cat). Arisu showed signs of turning to more dangerous magic so her village sent her to DWMA to prevent this

Middle top

Aru Bell (Redish pink) is a duel wielding meister who is autistic and has really bad sensory issues with sound so always has headphones that play white noise to help them function day to day. They have the ability to use this white noise to get soul wavelengths to match up that wouldn’t normally

Dimitri Elderloche (orange) is a Short sword who comes from a small fishing village in the north, he wants to become a death weapon so he can help support his town.

Maria Young (pink) is another short sword who comes from a rich family of proud DMWA weapon graduates and is mostly at DWMA to continue this tradition

Middle bottom

Shadow Hikage (purple) is from a small village that was destroyed by a witch who was fleeing DWMA agents when she was a child, she is one of the handful of people who survived but it left her with a lot of anxiety and wants to become a death weapon to help her get over her fears. They are a gun weapon

Blaze (red) Is another survivor of Shadow’s village and grew up with Shadow. Her right arm is badly damaged from it and they have many scars over their body but they keep a very cheerful attitude. They’re known for having unpredictable movements when fighting

Top Right

Kata (blue) is from a descendant clan of the Immortal werewolf clan Free is from, although their bloodline no longer posses immortality they still are able to shapeshift. She is the oldest of the village leader’s children and are the only one so far to awaken their weapon ability in their generation. She’s attending DWMA as part of diplomatic negotiations between DWMA and her tribe. They are a harpoon

Reign (purple) is a mysterious meister who has partnered with Kata

middle Right and Bottom Right

right now their stories are still in the works so i dont want to share them but blue is Ray who’s a weapon, light red is Shane whos a meister, Dark red is Sage whos a meister and green is Siren

[thehomemadehooligan]

So, today it seems that I’m in a psycho/trash-baby muse mood so the daily muses are as follows:

Airam Brennan || India Eisley || Evil Twin || Canon || Third Female

Akkeri Kom Podakru || Alex Høgh Andersen || Human || OC || Male

Alex Wright || Richard Harmon || Spirit Influenced Human || Canon || Gender Optional

April Hare || Theo James || Wonderlandian || OC || Third Male

Barbara O'Rinn || Samara Weaving, Caty Lotz || Human || OC || Third Female

Billy Bennett || Liam James || Human || Canon || Gender Optional

Billy Hargrove || Dacre Montgomery, Jensen Ackles || Human || Canon || Gender Optional

Billy-Ray Sanguine || Michael Fassbender || Mage || Canon || Male

Carl Gallagher || Ethan Cutkosky || Human || Canon || Male

Burke || Michael Fassbender, Toby Hemmingway, Garrett Hedlund || Human || Canon || Male

Charles Smith || Hart Denton || Human || Canon || Male Pref

Cheshire Liddell || Sebastian Stan || Wonderlandian || Semi Canon || Male

Crazy Jane || Diane Guerrero || Metahuman || Canon || Gender Optional

Dixie Enger || Caitlin Stasey || Human || OC || Third Female

Dove Finch || Andy Biersack, Tom Hiddleston || Enhanced Human || OC || Gender Optional

Eli Cardashyan || Gregory Kasyan || Human || Canon || Gender Optional

Five Hargreeves || Aiden Gallagher, Jackson Rathbone || Enhanced Human || Canon || Male

Frank Sanguine Moore || Griffin Gluck || Partially Vampiric || OC || Optional

Greyson Rutherford || Robbie Kay || Shadow Elemental || OC || Male

Hera Henshaw || Aigail Breslin || Enhanced Human || OC || Third

Heronymous Addams || Sharlto Copley || Wolf Shifter || OC || Male Pref

J Buchanen || Norman Reedus || Vampire || Canon || Male

James Barnes || Sebastian Stan || Genetically Engineered Human || Canon || Male Pref

Jason Todd || Bob Morley || Enhanced Human || Canon || Gender Optional

Jasper Harry Hook || Thomas Doherty || Human And Fairy Hybrid || Canon || Gender Optional

John Murphy || Richard Harmon || Human || Canon || Gender Optional

Kelleena Crighton || Hannah John-Kamen || Human || OC || Third Female

Kincaid Jericko || Victor Webster || Mage || OC || Male

Lex Miller || Jack Gillett || Human || Canon || Male Pref

Lilah Sanderson || Danielle Campbell || Witch || OC || Third Female

Lyric Royal || Michael B Jordan & Zendaya Coleman || Fae || OC || Optional

Malachai Parker || Chris Wood || Syphoner || Canon || Male Pref

Mick Sweeney || Pablo Schreiber || Human || OC || Male

Miles O’Shaughnessy || Robert Sheehan || White Witch || OC || Male Pref

Mirai, The Queen of Roses, Tamer of Wyverns || Nyane Lebajoa || Magical Human || OC || Third

Nick St North || Joel Kinnaman || Guardian || OC || Male

Nysse Hamilton || Dayana Melgares || Human || OC || Third Female

Prudence McCreary || Ruby Rose || Human || Twin OC || Third Female

Quentin Quire || Machine Gun Kelly || Mutant || Canon || Gender Optional

Richard B Riddick || Vin Diesel || Furyan || Canon || Male

Richard Gecko || Zane Holtz || Culebra || Canon || Male Pref

Robert Svane || Michael Eklund || Revenant || Canon || Male Pref

Robin Downes || Cole Sprouse || Siren || OC || Male

Roman Mercer || Avan Jogia || Medium || Canon || Gender Optional

Rook Smith || Thomas Doherty || Raven King || OC || Male Pref

Samoset Ramirez Avanyu || Theo Rossi || Yee Naaldlooshi || OC || Male Pref

Sean Gallagher || Dane Dehaan || Human || OC || Male

Sebastian Michaelis || Jared Leto || Demon || Canon || Male

Sebastian Morgenstern || Will Tudor || Nephilim || Canon || Male Pref

St. John Allerdyce || Aaron Stanford || Mutant || Canon || Gender Optional

Steffen Dumah Vigo || Aaron Stanford || Fallen Angel || OC || Male 

Tate [003] Harrington || Chandler Riggs || Enhanced Human || OC || Gender Optional

Teasaidh Addams || Aidan Turner || Wolf Shifter || OC || Male Pref

Travis Buchanen || Norman Reedus || Winged Human || Canon || Male Pref

Vex || Paul Amos || Mesmer || Canon || Male

[sheppyscribbles]

The Novelty Wears Thin

I have no idea what the plot of this hypothetical visual novel would be, but apparently Gamon is having none of it.

Background from a photo by user CGarageDoorRepair on MorgueFile.

[iamcharlesjw]

Last one: Rook aka Cheshire Cat aka Jack. This is my favorite out of the set. I plan on doing a lot of art with my OCs going into the new year. Hope you like. One Love, I am Charles Williams #art #artistsoninstagram #aliceinwonderland #originalcharacter #fanart #cosplay #animestyleart #digitalart #procreate #procreateart #procreatedrawing #illustration #ipadprocreate #fantasyart #creative #draw #scarecrow #crow (at Raleigh, North Carolina) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIlfUvsDqyh/?igshid=lfg7nefujls8

[anigirl00]

My Cousin, the Host!

Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club

Pairing: OC x Kyoya

 Ouran Academy, a pretentiously rich school, who seem to take nothing seriously, my cousin, Haruhi Fujioka, became a scholarship student here, while I had been studying in america. I heard from Uncle Ryoji, she joined a club after school, and so I went to visit her. On the top of the south building, at the end of the north hallway, in the abandoned 3rd music room, when I opened the door, rose petals flooded my view, and the blend of voices greets me.

 “Welcome, princess.” I stare flatly at the group of young men, before me, dressed in Alice in Wonderland style clothes, a young blonde boy is dressed like the March Hair, the tall raven haired young man, closest to him, is dressed like a knight, the second raven haired young man, with glasses, is dressed like a red card, the twin boys are dressed like the Cheshire cat, and the tall blonde man is dressed like the mad hatter, while Haruhi is dressed like Alice, causing me to blink.

 “Oh, you aren’t a student here.” The one in glasses says, a little black book in his hand. Haruhi takes a step forward, her head tilted in confusion as I press a hand to my mouth, leaning forward as I burst into laughter, the men stare at me in surprise as I take a deep breath, pressing my glasses up the bridge of my nose.

 “A dress?! Haruhi, you’re in a dress?!” I howl in laughter, causing Haruhi’s face to fall, and she sighs.

 “You are one to talk, Kasumi. America sure has changed you.” She answers, walking over to throw her arms over me, causing the taller blonde to let out a panicked scream, point at me as tears burst from his eyes.

 “What is this?! Who are you?! What’re you doing to my precious Haruhi!?” The blonde yells, causing me to turn, blinking at him as he gets in my face.

 “Sempi, back off!” Haruhi snaps, causing the blonde’s face to drain of color, before he scurries back, cowering in a corner as I duck out of Haruhi’s arms, causing her to let out a laugh, smiling at me. “How have you been?”

 “I’ve been fine. America was interesting to say the least!” I rub my neck, my fingers tangle in black locks, causing me to frown, and Haruhi pulls the bow from her wig, tugging my hair up into a ponytail with it.

 “Honestly, Kasumi, you should just cut it, if it bothers you so much.” Haruhi states, causing the figures behind her to blink, while I twirl a purple strand around my finger.

 “That’s a waste of hair-dye.” I point out, causing Haruhi to roll her eyes, before she gestures me to the others. “Guys, this is my cousin, Kasumi.” Haruhi says.

 “Your cousin?! You mean you’re my precious daughter’s cousin?!” The blonde buffoon shouts, grabbing my shoulders, his eyes are leaking tears, and I blink flatly at him.

 “Haruhi, who is this buffoon?” I ask, looking over at my cousin, the blonde petrifies, before eroding away across the ground, and I look at the mildly surprised people standing off to the side.

 “That’s Tamaki-Sempi.” Haruhi answers. “These are Kyoya-Sempi, Honi-Sempi, Mori-Sempi, and Hikaru and Kaoru.” She points to each of the boys in their outfits, as she introduces each one of them to me.

 “Hi, Kasu-chan!” The little blonde boy, Honi, yells as he races up, latching onto my arm, and I smile down at him, petting his hair.

 “Hi there.” I greet, causing him smile up at me, a shy smile as he holds a bunny to his chest, and rocks back and forth as he smiles.

 “Do you want to eat some cake with me? We have strawberry, chocolate, and marble!” Honi says, holding up a tray of plates of cake.

 “No thanks. I don’t really care for cake.” I answer, causing him to smile.

 “That’s okay. Would you like to hold my bunny, usa-chan?” He holds the bunny out to me, causing me to lift it into my arms, cuddling with the soft creature.

 “He’s sooo cute!” I coo, causing Haruhi to let out a laugh, and smiles at me.

 “You’re holding back, so much, aren’t you?” She teases.

 “Maybe.” I retort, causing her to let out a laugh, smiling at me.

 “Holding back?” Honi asks, tilting his head at us.

 “She wants to hug you, Honi-sempi.” Haruhi answers, causing him to smile, looking up at me, before he hops into my arms, causing me to swing around as I hold him, squeezing him tight.

 “You’re sooo cute!” I state, causing him to giggle, and when I finally set him down, he smiles up at me.

 “You’re nicer than Haru-chan!” Honi states, causing Haruhi to let out a sigh, sweat dropping.

 “Gee, thanks Sempi.” Haruhi states.

 “Excuse me, miss, but it you are Haruhi’s cousin, then why are you wearing a uniform? Each one costs  ¥300,000.” The young man with glasses, Kyoya, inquires as he steps towards us, causing me to tilt my head back a bit, blinking at him.

 “Haruhi, isn’t this the one, you told me, was called the Demon Lord?” I ask, causing him to turn his head to look at my cousin, who groans.

 “That is what others call you, sempi, not me.” Haruhi states.

 “Also, the answer to your question, Ootari-sama, is simple. I am a student.” I smile at him, his eyes widen, and I notice a slight tinge of red to his cheeks.

 “What?!” Everyone asks.

 “Haruhi, why’re you so surprised? Your mother was rich at one point, remember?” I point out, causing her to frown.

 “Oh yeah.” She sighs.

 “She was?!” Tamaki asks.

 “Yes, Aunt Kotoko was my aunt, and she was my father’s sister. My father is the heir of the Kasaki family, our grandparents wanted Aunt Kotoko to have a good upbringing, that’s why she was sent to public schools, to keep her attitude in check, while my father went to Ouran, himself.” I explain, causing the others to stare, in surprise.

 “Then, why’re Haruhi and Ryoji, poor?” The twins ask in unison.

 “Because, mom married my dad, when she was suppose to marry some other rich person.” Haruhi answers. “So my grandparents cut her off.”

 “Anyway, I came to visit, since I’ll be transferring into 2nd year, class A.” I state.

 “That’s the same year and class as Kyoya-Sempi, and Tamaki-Sempi.” Haruhi points out.

 “Oh, goodie.” I state, sarcastically, while spinning a finger around in the air. “Anyway,” I state towards the door. “I’ll catch you all later.” I give a mock salute. “Bye.” With that, I walk out the door, leaving a relatively surprised group of boys, and Haruhi, behind.

[profoundlovecowboy-blog]

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