#self reblog

[hannahlockillustration]

Greek pottery.

[ajxtweety]

He’s so funny

[princefleabitten]

Sketches for that one Drizzt book everybody read (Legend of Drizzt: Homeland)

[joydoesathing]

The dynamic you built between the Peachmans and the Sverchzt twins is so funny to me. Like i'm imagining Eloïs and Robertine being absolutely in love while Sylvestre and Albertine are fighting and about to kill eachother in the background.

(bonus: Agnes, whos lives right between them, is just there like "why am I here just to suffer...")

i think agnes actually fine with it and low-key enjoys seeing whatever mini soap opera they have going on

she would also be nice enough to even offer up some advice

[inkyquince]

There's something about freakishly tall men. Towering over. Freak tall men. Using their height against you. You have absolutely no hope of getting away from hands pining your hands above your head, thighs pressed against your crotch, mean mean mean. MEAN freakishly tall men.

So Bailey, but freakishly tall. So so mean, so so freakish. The way he's leaning over his poor little orphan, his body curving unnaturally, hissing in their face.

Morgan. A towering beast in the sewers, following close to his prey, silent despite how fucking big he is. Of course you cannot get away, he's too fucking big, just lugs you around. Picking you up around your middle, huffing his hot breath against the top of your head, dragging you around no matter how much you squirm, your feet never touching the floor.

Veteran Guard, a fucking monster as he stalks the halls of the prison, cap nearly brushing the ceiling of the narrow halls, filling up the entire fucking space. You have no hope of getting away from him. His eyes gleaming from under his cap, a predator, can grab you and pin you down, and encompass your entire body. Lying on top of you, suffocating you, broad chest pressing against your shoulder blades, his legs extending over yours, his breath hitting your temple as he pins you down.

Also all of these men, would fucking have you ragdolling as they grip your waist and bounce you up and down on their cock, unrelenting as they pound your hole, ruining it as they just use you endlessly. You can barely even hold onto their shoulders as they break you in for them.

[drempen]

*pwip pwip*

[lonicera-edulis]

A little study/tutorial follow featuring Ori (from March 2024).

[kiss-me-muchoo]

「 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐲: 𝐑𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 」

⇘ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⇙

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥. 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 ��𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞.  𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

✶𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: Reject me, I get it

✶𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐: Ever after

✶𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑: If I can’t save you…

✶𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒: To my hope

✶𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓: Dear Joel…

✶𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔: Blood in the tulle

✶𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕: Doom

✦𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 : Fallacy

・゜゜・．

✶ 〔 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬 〕✶

✧_ Womb

✧_Nursing

✧_Trying (Boston QZ flashback)

✧ Can I go where you go?

…

☞ 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲_ 𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬.

☞ 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 + 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨 

☞𝐦𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 

☞ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭_ @aonungs-tsahik @buckysmainhxe @amethystwonders11 @kyuupidwrites @bookfrog242 @acornacreacure @enbywan @ipadkidsworld @my-obsession-spn @happycupcakeenthusiast @thesameoldboo @spideysimpossiblegirl @tubble-wubble @flightlexsbird @randomstory56 @memento-mora @royalty-cashinout @ayamenimthiriel @eddies-bat-tattoos @kassieesworld @damnzelsoul @floffytofu @rintheemolion @coldheartedmar @woofgocows @d4rno @marantha @floralsightings @pedro-pascal-3nthusiast @holb32 @harperdoodle @daddy-din @mxtokko

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

Agust D 'Haegeum' MV

[an-albino-pinetree]

Literally just doing this for fun

[bisexual-horror-fan]

For Multi-May!!

I so desperately wanted to think of a really great request or suggestion but know that I have the opportunity all of my ideas have vanished.

So instead, I want to ask for Stu & Billy poly!ghostface with a plot or idea that you've always wanted to write but never got around to. It could also be any other poly!ship you have That One Idea for that you just never had the perfect opportunity to write.

I'm essentially giving you a wildcard! I'm super curious if you have any ideas like that - Ideas that for some reason you just never get around to even though they plague your mind. Because I sure do.

- 🦇

Well Batty! This is such a fun one! I have gotten in the habit of always writing whatever I want for myself all the time now but still, I have had this idea for a long ass time and have never gotten around to it so thanks for the excuse! Your request is the second entry for Multi-May, Billy loving lingerie and my assorted thoughts about that, so let’s go!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.5K. Billy Loomis X Stu Macher X FEM! AFAB! Reader. Poly!Ghostface. No Pronouns Specified. Warnings: Established Poly! Relationship. Could Be Read As TBABTO Compliant. Fear Play. Knife Play. Banter. Dirty Talk. Spanking. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Softness. Feelings. Mid-Sex Introspection Kind Of. Domesticness. Creampie. Slight Overstim. Sloppy Seconds. 

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I Love You Best In…

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Billy Loomis has always loved lingerie, ever since the first time he found out it was a thing when saw something lacy and pretty and soft in a catalogue. The thing was, he wasn’t picky, he loved it all, whether it was cotton candy pink and fluffy, almost like a cupcake; or something tight, with straps on straps, criss-crossing over each other and black, as if ripped right out of a trashy goth themed porno. 

He didn’t care, it was all good. He even preferred you leaving it on, would love to just displace it, pull particular parts aside to reach what he wanted to, something about that made it feel better, rushed, hotter for him. He loved you naked, naturally, but there was something so appealing with the lingerie worn askew, and framing your best assets as he fucked into you. 

As soon as you found out that he had this weakness you of course exploited it at every single turn. You would wear just about anything, matching sets, thigh high stockings, once you found an obscenely short dress that was made of nothing but black fishnet and that poor piece of clothing was ruined beyond recognition by the time he was through with it.

He would ask, make requests from time to time but much more often than not it wasn’t necessary, you’d play dress up plenty without him needing to prompt you. He has seen you in all manner of differently delightful and debauched attire and various states of dress, so why was this the thing that did him in the most? Coming into the bedroom to find you folding laundry, his eyes dragging up your bare legs to see all you had on was that big slouchy white sweater that Stu loved so much and judging by how high the hem rose while lifting your arms, seemingly nothing else. Billy isn’t able to just watch for long, before need overcomes and he is sauntering into the room, he doesn’t bother greeting you verbally, instead letting his hands rest on your waist. How you jumped in surprise was endlessly satisfying for Billy, he never got tired of getting the drop on you, scaring you.

Your head turns and upon seeing Billy’s face you soften, shoulders dropping back down, you roll your eyes and sigh, “Shoulda known it was you.” 

“Who else would it be?” He asked and your head turned forward again, focusing back on folding the shirt that was in your hands. He leaned in closer, his chin resting on your shoulder, his hands sliding forward, over your stomach, holding you. He could really appreciate the soft material of the clothing item you stole from Stu, now being so close he could smell his scent lingering in the white fibres. He inhales deeper but tries to keep it subtle, if you do notice you don’t comment on it, instead answering the question he posed previously.

“Oh I dunno, maybe the guy who’s sweater I’m wearing right now?” You ask and he says, “Stu doesn’t like scaring you as much as I do.”

“True, not in the same way that you do at least.” His hands start to move, sliding over you, enjoying the sensation of the top sliding over your skin, “And how’s that?”

A hum before you say, “You like doing it like you just did, sneaking up on me, making me jump, and sure Stu does sometimes too but he prefers making me really scared, making it real and intense.”

His head lifts and he leans over your shoulder, getting a better look at your face, “You want to share an example?” 

You give a small smile and with a shrug you pick up a pair of his jeans and start to fold them next, “Sure, like, last week, we were doing the dishes and at one point Stu picks up this big fucking knife I used to prep dinner earlier, right?”

He nods, his hands continue to wander, taking their time. “Mmhm, go on.” 

You do, “So he takes the knife and starts waving it around and bringing it close to me and it’s all fun and whatever but then he, like, pushes me into the counter suddenly.”

His hands move lower, the fingers on one of his hands catch the bottom hem of your sweater, starting to drag it up, and the other starts to run over the newly exposed skin.

You are still talking, “He’s got a hand on my throat and the knife is so close to my face and he is giving me that look, you know it, like he is hungry and manic, And he’s saying all these terribly threatening things in that low sweet tone with that big fucking grin and it’s-”

“Terrifying?” He asks, his own smile clear in his tone, as his hand slides between your legs and you sigh out, head tipping back, “Very.”

He starts to touch, slow and easy and he asks another question, “And then?”

Your eyes fall closed and you tell him, “And then he just stops, just backs off and laughs like it is some big joke and he’s back to normal and I’m left reeling and have to go back to doing the fucking dishes.” 

“Sounds like Stu.” He sounds amused. You are sure he is picturing the exchange right now and likes it, his fingers don’t relent, they become more focused, pick up the pace and the pleasant sensation starts to sink in and you nod with a soft moan, “Mmm, totally him.” 

You’ve abandoned folding the clothes, simply holding the denim in your grasp and just as you are starting to really sink into the feeling of Billy touching you, his hands are lifting up, instead he pushes you forward. You weren’t expecting it and fell onto the clean pile of laundry on the bed, his hands are back on you, resting on your hips, forcing them up, causing the sweater you had on to get pulled up in the process, exposing you to him. Turns out you did have something under Stu’s sweater but it is so small that only until now with you so spread and exposed can he see it properly. This is a newer piece, he’d been with you when you bought it, along with several other fun things, but he hadn’t seen it on you yet, sheer, delicate and white, matching the sweater with startling accuracy.

“Fuck, you look so good like this.” 

Oh you know that tone and know it well, guess this one is another winner, you bite back a smile, his hands are back to moving on you. One comes to a stop on your lower back, holding you in position, the other between your spread legs, touching you through the material and the extra friction it provides is good, you of course alert him to that fact with a quiet moan of his name. The touching you doesn’t last long, only until he sees the clear and visible wet spot spreading over and seeping through the thin white that barely covers your cunt. Soon enough he is pulling them aside, two fingers sink inside of you, curling and feeling, his thumb swipes over your clit and you clench around him. He groans at feeling your walls gripping at his fingers, he asks, “God, you’re this wet already?” 

“Mighta had a make out sesh with Stu before he had to get to class but we couldn’t do anything serious.” You admit and he praises, it sounded like he was smiling, “What a good boy he is, warming you up for me.” 

“Yeah he’s the best, isn’t he?” You agree with a small laugh that he returns and then Billy’s fingers are leaving you, his jeans are too tight, it is starting to border on painful and he needs you. The sound of his belt hits your ears next, unsurprising and you are not complaining. You had already been thinking about seeking Billy out for this very thing once the laundry was done, finishing what Stu started earlier, scratching that itch. 

He nudges you up the bed with a light smack landing on your ass and you do as instructed, you move up and he gets onto the mattress too, one hand on you and the other on the base of himself he lines up. He is rushing but he has to have you, about to fuck you on the clean pile of laundry with no care, he is in the right position and his hips press forward and he slides in easily. 

It’s dirty and it’s quick but it satisfies you both, the stretch of him feels fantastic with just that slight achy burn from him fucking you just a little too hard and just a bit too fast. He more than makes up for it, his chest to your back, hot breath in your ear, wandering hands and filthy words, broken praise among the strained sounds of pleasure, “God, so good, how-fuck-how are you, so, so fucking good?”

You loved when he was so into it, could hardly talk straight without letting out at least one moan or a curse, not like you were much better at the moment. 

Currently all you could seem to do was gasp out his name and your own series of swear words. He was obsessed with this, fucking you in this way, his treatment rough but the sweater you wore so soft, smelling like your shared partner, it’s like you were all wrapped up in Stu but still you. His favorite was sharing you with him but if he couldn’t be here then this was the way to fuck you, the reminder of his best friend, his confidant, his partner in crime unignorable. 

He loves this sweater, so many memories tied to it and just to Stu, his eyes closed and he is overrun with the times Stu and he were close enough that he could smell him, feel him, those precious first times that changed everything. Christ, why was this getting to him so badly? Making him so sappy and soft, seeing you, wrapped in Stu’s clothes, in your shared apartment, it’s domestic and sweet, honestly everything Billy has ever wanted. You in leather or lace is good, is hot, you in this though? It is a reminder that shit worked out, he has not just one but two people devoted to him, who love him for who he is, it’s stability and safety, comfort but still finding ways to keep things exciting even while feeling all of that.

It’s doing him in faster than he would like, he wants you to reach your end too, he rushes out, “Touch yourself.” 

He doesn’t need to ask twice, his hips snapping into yours, one of his hands reaching around, palming one of your tits through the sweater, the other still on the bed to help keep himself up right and your own hand shooting between your thighs. He cums before you do with a groan of your name, body tensing and him holding to the hilt inside but it doesn’t take much more for you to find your own end, nimble fingers stroke yourself just so and you cum with him still inside of you a minute after he does. 

Your walls pulsing on him post orgasm making him inhale through his teeth at the slight overstimulation that washes over him but he endures, it hurts so good. Your high finds its natural end and it leaves you both panting, trying to catch your breath, he pulls away first, sliding out and the amount of him inside of you spills out, that snaps you back to reality very quickly. You reach back, tug the underwear into place to try and stop the drip from making this worse, you sit up, look over your shoulder and you curse seeing the leaked mess of you and him on one of your favourite shirts, “Fucksake Billy, I just cleaned these clothes.”

He is tugging his pants back up and rolls his eyes, saying like it is obvious with a smile on his face, “So clean em again.”

Before you can get up to do that or protest further he is back on the bed and wrapping you up, pulling you down with him, you sigh, knowing that laundry is out till he is satisfied with cuddling you. 

You end up falling asleep there for a while and later on you find yourself back at folding the laundry. Billy was nice enough to wash and dry it at the very least before he had to go to a late class. Stu’s sweater needed to be cleaned, some of the hem got messed up and cum stained and it got pretty sweaty overall from how hard you were going at it, so you swapped out Stu’s sweater for this dark blue and white flannel shirt Billy favoured. 

Hearing the apartment door open and you call out that you are in the bedroom and in a minute Stu comes into the room to find you just about done with your task and he sounds delighted by what he sees, “Oooh well hello there.”

A look over your shoulder and you return his greeting, “Hello to you too.” 

“You still doing laundry?” He asked, clearly confused, “You were doing this when I left hours ago.” 

Laughing, you tell him as you turn back to his task, “Yeah, ask Billy about it later.” 

You hear him come closer, he leans down, kisses you on the cheek before telling you, “I’ll do that.”

“How was class?” You ask and he shrugs as he is telling you, “Fine.” 

He flops down onto the bed, the cleared space next to where the clean folded clothes are as opposed to on top of them, thankfully. He reached out and tugs on the bottom hem of the flannel, “I like you in Billy’s clothes.”

A grin spreads over your face and you joke, “Shocker.” The look on his face reminds you of the one back in the kitchen earlier that you told Billy. 

“I know, so predictable, right?” He reaches out, one hand locks on your wrist and the other tugs the shirt you were folding out of your hands, “How about we finish what we started earlier?” 

You sigh and toss the shirt aside, one of your knees comes down onto the bed, he rolls onto his back and you climb aboard to straddle him. His hands land on your thighs and as they run up the shirt is moved as well for you to be greeted with the clean pair of underwear you changed into after your post hook up shower with Billy, blue and not unlike the shirt you had on, you were in a matching mood today it seems. “Oooh, fuck.” 

A roll of your hips, grinding down, feeling Stu quickly getting hard in his pants your head lolls back the spike of sensation. You give into the moment with Stu, positive that once he has your panties off and sees how much you are leaking, realizing you fucked Billy earlier and he gets to have his sloppy seconds that it will be another fun and hot quickie. After all of that you are promising to yourself that after you ride him that you will finish this damn laundry, even if it kills you.

[janesaridoll]

Birthday princess 

pairing || woc!reader x mob!ari levinson

genera || fluff.

summary || how’s Ari dealing with someone trying to disrespect his girl.

wordcount || 2,4K

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A vicious man who will go to any length to make his sweetheart smile.

Growing up, Ari enjoyed his mother's elaborate celebrations, where everything had to be extravagantly flawless—whether they were birthday parties, wedding anniversaries, or charity events. He thinks his mother did all that to compensate for her husband, his father’s harsh reality.

He especially gets excited whenever his birthday is nearing, he loved when he was ten and he loves it now, almost thirty seven years old.

Even though, it's different from when he was younger, he still enjoyed it. However, the idea of someone not celebrating their milestone were awful to him, So when he found out his precious girl never celebrated her birthday he was horrified.

He couldn’t fathom that someone not celebrating their birthday especially someone as sweet as his girl.

Your birthday was never acknowledged by your parents. Not even a happy birthday was said. Although, your siblings celebrated theirs, no one ever seemed to remember yours.

As you got older, you just forget about it. You knew you missed something, but there was nothing you could do to persuade your parents to celebrate your birthday because they always had some excuse not to.

At first, you resisted Ari's insistence on throwing you a birthday party. Therefore, Ari did not celebrate your first birthday together as he had intended while you two were together. But of course he did do something to celebrate.

He took you to an upscale restaurant, after both of you finished eating, he gave you your gift; an elegant pair of earrings. That was the first time anyone had ever given you anything. You were appreciative, till this day you never taken them off.

The following year, when your birthday approached, Ari broached the subject once more, you told him you didn't care and that what you both did last year was enough yet Ari didn't think so. He wants to give you the experience of celebrating your birthday properly.

After much persuasion, you agreed to the birthday party, Ari got his mother's party planner number in order for you to contact her to plan your birthday, he didn’t set a budget for it; just told you to do what your heart desired.

"I want everything to go as smoothly as possible, Steve, I don't want anything to go wrong," Ari says as he sips from his brownish liquor.

"Of course, I'll tell Peter to oversee everything," you'd assume from the way they're both talking seriously in their black suits that it had to be about business. No, it's Ari's princess 24th birthday celebration. Which, if you think about it, is more important.

Ethan, your bodyguard and friend, is racing with with staff members making sure everything is perfect for your birthday, including the lights, decorations, DJ, food and drinks.

“She even got Ethan to do all the work” steve mumbled to Ari who let out a chuckle “I can’t believe he’s the toughest one of our men” He sips the rest of his drink before smiling to himself “wait for me in the werehouse” Steve only nodded.

He went upstairs to the guest bedroom where you had your makeup artist and hairstylist stay because Ari doesn't like it when people are in his room.

He stared at you from the doorway, completely captivated; the expression of happiness in your eyes brought happiness to him as well; he can't believe someone could be so cruel as to not love or spoil you in the way you deserve.

"Can you leave us for a minute?" As soon as he said it, the room quieted down, and your best friend, Nat, who you met through Ari's friends, spoke up, "sure, we will be outside," she patted your shoulder. She had already dressed in a black silk dress, done her makeup beautifully with smokey eyes and her signature red lipstick that matches her hair, she looks stunning.

"You look pretty," he began, staring at you from the mirror “you do, too," you said, turning around to face him.

He takes a step closer to you, as soon as he is within reach, you wrap your hand around his neck, drawing him closer to you, tilting your heads up to lock your gaze on him smiling lovingly.

"Ethan needs a day off tomorrow," when you noticed that the party planner were demanding you gave her Ethan's phone number so she could organize everything with him rather than you, you just told them what you want the theme of your party.

He initially objected, after all, he is the toughest man. But he agreed simply because he likes you and he wants you to have the nicest and most memorable birthday celebration ever.

"Sure, anything you want." Even Ari is taking a day off tomorrow, he wants to spend it with you while business is calm nowadays.

"You spoil me a lot," you said, kissing his jaw. He smiled “that's the least I could do for you. honey"

"Thank you, I love you too much." You kissed him again. "I love you too."

"I’m leaving for a bit; I've got a business to take care of, and I’ll be back before the party starts."

"Why?" You pout. Is he going to skip your birthday? You know it was stupid. You shouldn’t have agreed. Maybe your parents is right; it is a waste of time.

"They need me there; it won’t take too long, maybe an hour max," he told you while curdling your face between his large hands and kissing your lips softly.

“You promise?” You smiled softly at him.

"Absolutely,I wouldn’t miss it for the world” he replied, you kissed him again.

“I’ll leave you now to finish, honey."

“Okay be careful”

“Always”

He left, and the girls returned to do their tasks. Wanda followed Nat into the room; it appears that your friends are already showing up, so you should finish quickly.

“Hey! Nat told me you invited Ema?” Wanda said as soon as she’s stepped beside you, “hello to you too” you turned to her smiling.

“Im sorry babe” she kissed your cheek before continuing “is it true?”

“Yes, i thought it would be rude to invite all of our friend group except her!”

Nat spoke looking at Wanda “told you”

“Yep, she’s tooooo nice” Wanda replied.

“I don’t know, Ari is inviting his friends and business partners, his mom and sisters are coming as well as their friends, so I think it would be crowded and she won’t be a bother!”

“I hope so” Nat said before looking at Wanda who was fixing her red dress, adjusting her breasts “what are you doing?”

“I’m gonna go see Ethan, wish me luck” Wanda and Ethan has been flirting a lot lately, you know they would end up together it was just a matter of time.

Everyone has arrived an hour and a half later, including your friends, Ari's friends, and family. Nat helped you dressing up in your pink gown, you wore your jewelry as well. Wanda is working as your personal photographer; she took many photos of you before you had to go downstairs so the party could begin.

When the DJ announced your entrance, everyone's eyes turned to you, yelling and clapping, while your eyes scanned the the place looking for Ari.

As soon as your gaze latched on him, you smiled brightly, relaxing for a while before getting down and everyone began to approach you, wishing you a happy birthday.

You were quite apprehensive because it was the first time you had ever been the center of attention at any form of event.

Nat gave you a microphone so you could thank everyone who came to celebrate with you, and you specifically thanked Ari, none of this would happened if it weren’t for him. You wished them a good evening.

After you handed the DJ the microphone, you felt like you were being crushed in a hug by someone, and when you looked down, you discovered it was Ari's younger sister, Amara.

“Happy Birthday!!!!!” She said screaming a bit. You laughed before hugging her back.

“Stop squeezing my girl to death” Ari teased his sister before greeting his mom and his older sister Sadie.

When Amara separated from you Sadie hugged you, as well as his mother.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart; i loved the party theme!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Levinson," you respectfully said. The elder woman scoffs at you, "sweetheart, we've been through this a lot! Please call me Freya; you make me feel old."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll start calling you Freya," you said hesitantly, knowing she had told you that several times but you always forgot. Your mother taught you to never address someone by their first name; instead, use Mr. or Mrs.

Sadie looked around “are we finally going to meet your family?”

Your communication with your family has diminished since you left for college; you text and call, but they don't reach out to you as frequently as you would want. It's what they've wanted ever since you were born. To forget all about you.

You gave them an invitation to your party, but they did not respond. And when you called they didn’t pick up, No surprise.

You didn’t tell Ari that, you didn’t want him to feel sorry for you. But he can see it in your face when his sister mentioned your family.

“Oh they’re busy, they couldn’t make it!” You hoped your excuse was believed and by the look they gave you they did.

After a small talk they left to join other people for dance and chatting.

Ari left you alone for a minute to talk with his friends while you drank and danced with your friends.

Hours later, it was time to cut the cake, two servants brought the cake to a table in front of you. Ari hand wrapped around your waist while your hand was on top of his, him and everyone else singing happy birthday for you.

"Make a wish!" Nat called for you, and everyone else joined her, you giggled before closing your eyes and making a wish.

After opening your eyes and blowing on the candle, everyone clapped and whistled for you.

"I want to show you something," Ari whispered in your ear. You turned around, looking into his eyes. "What?"

"Come with me," he said, taking your hand a bit further and directing you to the double massive doors, which opened immediately.

A Rolls-Royce Ghost in Champagne Rose pulled in, you could hear the stunned screams of the people surrounding you; you were as surprised as they were.

“Oh my god!!, you didn’t!!!” You looked between Ari and the car, Ethan stepped out of the car, passing the keys to Ari, who handed them to you.

“All yours baby” you jumped on him, hugging him firmly, thanking him constantly “I love you i love you i love you!!”

Nat and Wanda came close to you both “girl you have to take us for a ride!!”

“I can’t wait to show off my first car ever!!” You smiled big and jumped up and down while clapping.

Wanda smiled “let me take pictures of you with the car!” She took her phone out and you got beside the car posing while she took a couple of pictures of you.

You grabbed Ari hand wanting him in the pictures. He smiled before letting you posing him in whatever way you wanted.

If he could, he would have given you the entire world without asking, but for the time being, he will give you anything your heart desire.

Life has its own way of repaying you. While you spent the previous twenty-three years begging someone to spare you a glance, right now you could ask for anything and it wouldn’t be trouble to give.

From behind, an irritating loud noise was heard. "I told you that he is her sugar daddy!!" Everyone fell silent, wondering who it was.

Your smile faded slightly; you weren't a particularly confrontational person to begin with. People would walk all over you while you excused them. You were too kind and too afraid to ever react to anyone.

“Who said that?" Ari stated calmly yet furiously, everyone got quiet surprised at the person who is brave enough to insult Ari’s girl

Wanda and Nat exchanged knowing glances. Finally, Ema made a fool of herself in front of Ari.

They know Ari doesn't accept disrespect, especially to those who don't deserve it, and to disrespect his girl? Oh, she just dug up her grave.

“Ema did," Nat answered, unconcerned about your glares.

Ari doesn't want to ruin your first birthday celebration, but he can't let this individual get away with it.

When he observed a girl who appeared shaking with fear, everyone's gaze was drawn to her, he knew it was her, and he approached her moved in front of her eye sight, almost nothing can stand between them.

"There are two reasons for saying this; one is that you are jealous because no one has ever loved you enough to provide you with something you desired, or YOU don't deserve to be loved or cared for like i do with my girl, I believe the latter it is," he said as calm as he can be

He could hear Wanda and Nat laughing mockingly at her. Finally, someone standing up to this bitch.

“Get the fuck out of my house and don't ever think of disrespecting my girl; or the next time you won't have a tongue to talk with; are we clear?" She nodded so quickly

“Good," he said, motioning for two of his guards to accompany her out; Bucky pointed out for the DJ to play some music to keep the party going.

Wanda yelled “ oh my god i love this song”

Her and Nat went dancing on the dance floor, while everyone else seemed to have forgotten what had happened and continued to have fun.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Ari spoke to you in hushed tones.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you replied, smiling back. "Do you know this is the first time I've seen you in your mob mode?"

“Really??” Ari was taken aback, saying, "I hope I didn't scare you."

"You did not, thank you for standing up for me; I really thought inviting her to my party would make her nice to me," you said, "I didn't want to divide our group into two sides."

"Sometimes, honey, being nice to someone so low is not the solution; if they don't respect you, they have to go; it's either they do or they don't." His huge hands comforted you by moving circles behind your back.

You thought for a moment about what he said "Yeah, you're right"

You got closer to him, your lips almost touching, "do you want to take my new car for a ride?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

[ajxtweety]

I don’t usually draw animal related art but I just had to draw the wife with horns

[velvetterabby]

Doodled hello kitty miku during my lunch break!

[theoperativeif]

The Girl and the Kingpin Part 1

The Girl and the Kingpin Part 1

Content warning for references to abuse.

This story is a tie in to a side plot in “The Operative” set before the main series. It contains possibly disturbing content and references to abuse.

This story uses a young female Roads.

Jed

The food processors clattered as they sorted through the leftover scraps, long gone was their clean hum when Jed has first purchased them. He wondered if Maisie would mind if he tossed the damn thing out. He slapped the metal sides, it seemed to groan before quieting down a little.

“See it just needed some love darling.” Maisie’s voice sprung up from behind him.

Jed grumbled, getting to his feet and turning around. “It’s not that expensive to replace if we just-”

“No, we are saving up for another waiter.” She said, crossing her arms. She was dressed in an exotic red silk dress, ruby earrings seemed to flutter amongst the light. Despite both of them getting up there in years she still could quiet a room with her beauty.

Jed shrugged, smiling. “As you wish."

She walked by him, planting a light kiss on his cheek before walking into the kitchen, calling back over her shoulder with a teasing smile. "Remember to toss out the trash!”

As if on queue Binny the bin bot rolled over to him, chirping happily as it slowly rolled, weighed down after collecting from the various receptacles. Jed gently patted it on its tiny head before gesturing for it to follow him, for all the fancy things they gave robots they couldn’t teach this one to open its own damned doors.

He passed by Griff the bouncer who chuckled to himself while enjoying a drink alone at the bar.

Unlocking and opening the double doors Jed peaked his head out, looking down one way of the back alley and then the other way. All clear.

Stepping out he watched as the bot slowly rolled to the giant trash bin, opening the top before extending itself nearly ten feet before overturning and slowly dumping out the multitude of bags stored inside. It froze, its tiny head swiveling to look inside the bin.

“What’s up Binny?” Jed asked, raising an eyebrow. “Another addict sleeping in my bin?"

Binny slowly moved, dumping the trash out beside the bin before gesturing up at the bin with tiny outstretched arms.

Jed slowly walked up, peeking inside he froze. Inside, covered in various pieces of trash was a small form. A child, staring up at him with hauntingly empty silver eyes.

"It’s okay,” Jed started, slowly reaching down and pulling some of the trash away, that when he saw the blood, “I won’t hurt you.”

Maisie and Griff’s eyes widened as Jed walked through the doorway, carrying the girl in his arms, she was a skinny thing, and her eyes darted around with fear.

“She was in the bin, she’s hurt.”

“Quick, get her to room two.’ Maisie said, quickly leading the way while Griff moved behind the bar, grabbing up small morsels of food and a bottle of vodka.

They brought her into room two, which was one of the more fancy suites for their ladies of the night, happily today it was empty and just cleaned. Setting the girl down on a large towel his wife had placed atop the bed Jed stepped back, allowing Maisie to look her over. The girl didn’t protest,  staring past Maisie and towards the door.

Griff slowly made his way in, a pack of crackers and a bottle of water in his hands, the vodka bottle snuggly fit into his pocket. He silently offered the water and crackers to the girl who shrunk back, shaking her head.

"Sip it in front of her Griff,” Maisie said impatiently glaring over at the bouncer, peeling back some of the girls clothes with a sickening sound, revealing cuts and bite marks.

Griff sipped the water before offering it again, the girl reached out and grabbed it, taking greedy gulps before biting into a cracker.

“We will take her to the hospital up the street, they should have some contacts with one of the local orphanages to take her in.”

The girl’s eyes widened as she shook her head, shrinking back into the bed as if some force would come and take her.

Maisie began wiping the girl off with a sponge, she wiped her neck and upper chest, brown and red blood coming off in large swaths. Maisie froze, her body going tense before standing up, and taking a step back.

“Jed, look…” She trailed off, pointing at the deep scars on her chest.

Three circles intertwining were carved into flesh, with a single deeper X laid out next to them. They all knew what it meant, this girl shouldn’t even be alive, he would never leave one alive. Maisie tense, fists clenching as she turned.

“We can’t take her anywhere, the Heartbreaker’s have ears everywhere, she will stay here for now.” Maisie said, gesturing to Griff. “Griff grab your guns and lock the doors."

"Oh fuck.” Griff said, quickly turning and leaving the room.

Jed clenched his fist, he knew what it meant, she was personally marked by the monster that held the entire district in his hands.

Avarice, the hedonist kingpin, and he would come for his property.

Griff Part 2

It had been three weeks since the girl arrived. No one came after her, no whispers of Heartbreaker agents from his contacts or even a sign that something, anything, was wrong. Just complete silence. 

Until today.

Griff shook his head as he pulled his modified J13 hoverbike up in front of the Nightingale lounge. It was empty, save for Maisie staring out the upstairs window at him. He waved, offering a smile, knowing she would never return the courtesy, the bitch. She always hated him, considered him the dumb muscle, a glorified bouncer and a bad influence on her dear husband. 

Griff regarded the empty lounge so strange at this time of day. He didn't see any sign of Jed and his cigar smoke anywhere. Maybe they were all upstairs. He thought, walking over to the bar and setting down his hat, before pulling out his pistol and setting it carefully behind the bar, away from view. He began cleaning it, wondering if he would need it in the coming weeks.

The door to the kitchen opened, and as he turned, Jed's bin bot greeted him, Binny as Jed always called him, slowly moving through, escorted by the young girl. 

Baggy clothes hung off her, obviously several sizes too big, probably from one of the working girls.

She looked over at him, silver eyes a little brighter than before, seeming to glint with the light. He didn't like the way she looked at him, it was a gaze someone her age should never have. 

"Hello." She said, bowing slightly, her voice dragging out with unnaturalness. She moved with a skittishness between the rooms, several minutes later walking out, an enormous bag of trash dragging on the ground behind her. Binny the bot took it from there. 

She eyed him again, slowly approaching as he wiped his pistol off with a cloth.

He set it down, watching as she reached for it with no hesitation. Without a thought, he reached out, smacking her hand away, followed with a patronizing glare. "That's not a toy, kid, you could kill someone."

"Good." The child shot back, eyes flashing with a wave of anger that quickly vanished.

"The people that did that to you?" Griff asked, knowing the answer, but seeing the silent nod in response made him sad, "you know it won't make it better?"

She didn't respond, looking away, eyes watering. Griff had seen several like her before. Though the ones he had met didn't live long. He wanted to reach out and hug the poor kid.

The door opened, drawing his attention to two figures walking into the lounge, their red robes signifying their organization for all to see. The Heartbreaker Agency, the Emperor's own secret police. He looked back to where the girl was, she was gone. Good. 

Griff shifted slightly, picking up a glass and wiping it, eyes scanning the two men. 

One was tall and thin, his uniform hanging off of him in an unsettling manner, his companion was a short man, tan skin and jittery movements, with a noticeable limp. The tall man removed his military cap, gray and black hair intertwined in a strange color combination atop his head. 

Skunkhead and Jitters. Griff named them silently, flashing them a friendly smile as he set the glass down. "We are closed sadly, but can I offer my dear friends a drink?" He slowly pushed two shot glasses forward, selecting a fine whiskey and pouring a shot for both.

They shared a grin, sitting quickly and gulping the shots like a pair of drunks. 

"You know why we are here," the shorter man said, tapping his fingers on the countertop, "the boss of the area wants what's his returned, and he is offering all sorts of rewards for it."

"And why does that bring you two outstanding gentlemen to my bar?" Griff said, maintaining a pleasant smile as his eyes traced jugulars and weak points in the two men's bodies.

"Someone caught wind, kind of conspicuous when a bloody girl gets let into a bar isn't it?" He said, grinning like he was proud he could pronounce conspicuous, let alone spell it. "And we are the guys that collect lost property."

"And do you know what he used to have me do?" Griff leaned forward, his right hand laying on the hidden pistol, the man who was talking let out a short laugh and leaned towards him, his hand on the counter.

"Heh, what?"

"He would have me kill little shits like yourselves," Griff said, his facade melting as he drew a knife with his left hand and slammed it down into the counter, impaling the man through the wrist.

The man screamed, his partner backing up and going for his weapon, but Griff had already raised his pistol and painted the post behind him with gray matter.

A second shot silenced the screaming man, his body slumping to the floor as Griff circled the bar, stepping out over their bodies. Blood pumped out from their bodies in pulses before growing weaker. Griff's boots squeaked quietly as he turned and admired his work, a little slow but not inadequate.

The door crashing open made Griff dive back behind the bar as a bullet grazed his shoulder. He tumbled down; glass rained on top of him as bullets chewed up the bar, throwing splinters of wood into the air. 

Damnit, I should of considered there was a third man. Griff cursed himself silently through gritted teeth as he got up to a crouch behind the bar, this would be a close drawdown. 

Moving to a new place behind the bar Griff took a breath peaking above the protection of the bar, he found the assailant, raising his gun to aim, the man did the same, it moved in slow motion.

I've got him. Griff thought with a grin as he began to squeeze the trigger.

They both fired, another glass behind Griff crashing as the man was thrown back from the shot to the head. Taking a breath, he reached over, feeling the warmth running down his neck. The bullet had taken part of his ear off, a breadth away from his face. Too close. Griff thought, frowning at how the gunman had missed. We should have shot each other.

Walking out to the man's body, he bent down, examining his shot, perfectly placed at the tip of the bridge of the nose. Then his eyes roamed down to the man's leg, a knife sticking out of it, blood covering the object.

He looked over to the girl huddled under one of the tables next to him, silver eyes boring back into him. Griff shuddered, a shiver running up his spine as he reached over, pried the knife out, and flipped it over, handing it handle first at her.

"You might survive us yet kid."

[saturncoyote]

I LOVE YOUR ART STYLE SO MUCHHH it's so scrunkly and SHAPED and TEXTURED it is like. Garlic bread to me. And I love your weird old rabbit[?] men I am enjoying your blog sm

HEHEHE thank you !! They've only existed for about.. a month now ? but i'm already incredibly attached, hopefully i'll be able to show more of their story soon enough :-)c