#the filth going through my brain while drawing this though. good lord

[hotluncheddie]

NYEHEJEHEHEHEE I FINISHED THE EPISODE…so i come bearing the skankiest of thots about my little swamp puppy. i like to believe that gator had a shorter prison sentence of like 5 years and then like 15 in a group home with the chance for parole due to the coercion and his involvement from a young age. he adjusts to a more liberal mindset after continued contact with dot and group therapy, in addition to his blindness, and the norms of the prison. this includes jerking off. just because he can’t see doesn’t mean he doesn’t still have the same desires, and LORD does he have them. the first time he has sex is actually while he’s out on parole, and good lord is it better than he ever could have imagined. it’s like the rest of his body is even more sensitive after the amount it’s undergone, and when you finally touch his dick, he immediately convulses and squirts everywhere. you bring him through two other orgasms that night without ever letting him touch your pussy. over the next few months, he whines and begs, crying for your pussy. but you never let him touch you, not even your boobs. you’ve sucked him off, given him hand jobs, made him cum just from playing with his balls AND just his hairy tits, and of course he begs for your fingers in his ass when he can’t touch your pussy. when you finally acquiesce, he almost weeps with relief. he expects you to guide him gently like you have been with everything else, and the tears in his eyes turn to tears of pleasure when he feels you ride his face like no tomorrow, moaning and calling him a gorgeous slut. later, when you settle on his cock, hands pressed on his plush belly and praises on your lips, he can’t do anything but buck up into you and tell you how much he loves you (and maybe he calls you mommy but you decide to address that a different day) just RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MORE FLUFFY THAN FILTH BUT MY BRAIN IS TOO OVERLOADED FOR COHRENCS -🫚

GOOD FUCKIN EP TOO RIGHT?? such a good series!!!!

BUT YESSSSS GIVE THAT BOY A FUTURE!!!! he earned it, i'm obsessed with this

swamp puppy!!!! little swamp puppy!!!!!! my swamp puppyyyy!!!!!!

that such a nice idea though - he finds this person who lets him be sweet, lets his cum quick and recover slow and he so so so wants to be good enough for pussy, but he'll accept whatever he gets.

maybe you were going to let him touch, but he came with the sweetest whine from just little kissing and a grind of your hand. so you know you have to draw it out, improve his stamina, because its a little ridiculous. but its okay because his cock goes so cute and flush when its hard, weeps so prettily on his soft thighs, softening down into a little nub that's still so sensitive, he flinches if you trace over the skin, jolts and keens when you give it a mean little flick. panting a whining so quickly and easily, already getting hard again.

you let him do other things for you instead, cooing that he has to earn pussy, not a good enough boy for it yet, puppy has to be trained first.

and he just gives you the bushiest little smile, nodding and agreeing.

so you let him rub your shoulders and massage your feet with his big strong hands. let him kneel in front of you a listen to the slick sounds of you fingering yourself. you let him feel your wet, dripping fingers when you wipe them off in his chest hair, coming untouched, still kneeling in-front of you, from your wet fingers playing with both his nipples.

he shivers and whines and pants and keens so sweetly at every step. likes saying thank you over and over again, kissing whatever part he can reach of you, sucking and biting if you tell him he can.

sometimes when he's doing as you say, fulfilling whatever action you gave him or letting you do as you please to him, you'll hear these breathy little whispers; ''m a good boy', 'the best puppy'. like hes secretly talking himself through it, reminding himself of the things you've told him, goal oriented and still dreaming of the day he gets your pussy.

and he is getting better, can last longer with your hand on his dick, can handle you sinking down till he hits the back of your throat now without blowing his load the moment you even come close to gagging. can even handle some pressure on his taint, said he promises he'll last long enough for you to get two fingers into his tight little hole next time you feel in the mood to finger him, and you believe him. believe him because he let out the sweetest, whiniest little gasp when you let him trace over the length and girth of your dildo, went the prettiest shade of pink and drooled all over his lap listening to you fuck yourself with it. he wants it inside him, you know he does, but puppy has a long way to go before he earns that.

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i feel like that's enough for now, even tho he didn't even get to eat pussy whoops or say mommy whoooooops - be he should and he will

[descendantofthesparrow]

Daughter of the Honorable thief - Harry Hook x reader - part 3 - threat and games

Harry Hook x Daughter of Robin Hood!Reader

 key

 h/c- hair color

 e/c- eye color

 h/l- hair length

 s/c- skin color

 y/n- your name

 clothing reference:

  ---

Harry gave a tired sigh as he entered History of pirates and wood, he and Gil had gorged themselves on ice cream and candy all night and now he was suffering from not enough sleep, a sugar crash, and a stomach ache.

Glancing up he paused, there was (y/n), sitting in the seat next to his, her sketchbook open and her pencil flittering around on the page.

Harry smirked, plopping down next to her, and rose his brow flirtatiously, leaning in close to her.

“Hello, lassie~ I thought yeh sat in the back of the class? didn't know ye were meh seatmate now, were yeh just that into meh that yeh had ta switch seats to be next to meh?”

(y/n) snorted and shoved his face away gently, grinning back at him.

“nah, you and I were the only ones without a seatmate, and the teach asked me if I would be willing to move next to you, nothing like what you’re suggesting hooky~, by the way, I like the jacket”

Harry snickered, quickly grasping her hand and bringing it to his lips, making (y/n) giggle at the sensation.

“sorry, I couldn’t resist teasing such a pretty face~ and thanks, evie made it for meh, since I can't wear my long red one all the time, so she made me this one”

“Mr. Hook, Ms. Loxley, if I could begin my lesson please?”

Henry Turner, the class teacher, called out to both of you, making harry drop your hand and grin sheepishly at him.

You snickered and rolled your eyes, nodding at the teacher. He rose his brow and turned to the whiteboard.

“Alright today, we are talking about the brethren court.

Now, who can tell me the last king of the brethren court's name?”

Harry furrowed his brow, he felt like he should know this, being a pirate and all, but his brain drew a black, but in the corner of his eye, he saw (y/n)s hand shoot up.

“yes, Ms. Loxley?”

“Elizabeth Swan sir”

“good, now how is the king chosen?”

Once more (y/n)s hand shoot up, Mr. Turner pointed at her with a smile.

“they are chosen through a vote, though it usually ends in an impasse, as pirates only ever vote for themselves.”

“correct! And very educated Ms. Loxly, now how did Elizabeth become the king?...go ahead Ms. Loxley”

“Elizabeth voted for herself and jack sparrow also ended up voting for her.”

“correct! Now extra credit to who comes up here to name all the pirate lords from Elizabeth swans reign”

Mr. Turner had written on the board numbers, from 1-9.

(y/n) stood up and made her way to the whiteboard, Harry had been staring at her in awe the entire time, jaw dropped.

(y/n) quickly wrote down the names on the board, along with the areas of the sea and oceans they command over.

1. Ammand - Pirate Lord of the Black Sea

2. Hector Barbossa - Pirate Lord of the Caspian Sea

3. Chevalle - Pirate Lord of the Mediterranean Sea

4. Ching - Pirate Lord of the Pacific Ocean

5. Jocard - Pirate Lord of the Atlantic Ocean

6. Jack Sparrow - Pirate Lord of the Caribbean Sea

7. Sumbhajee Angria - Pirate Lord of the Indian Ocean

8. Elizabeth Swann - Pirate Lord of the South China Sea

9. Eduardo Villanueva - Pirate Lord of the Adriatic Sea

(y/n) grinned and tossed the marker to Mr.Turner, strutting back to her seat.

“all correct Ms.Loxley! impressive!”

As (y/n) sat down, Harry turned to her with wide eyes.

“Lassie where did yeh learn all that?!” (y/n) grinned and tapped her finger on Harry's nose, giggling.

“hehe I had a pirate phase when I was younger and I researched everything about them, and I simply retained the information after that~”

Harry snickered back, softly smiling at her in awe, this girl was just surprising him left and right.

The two chatted as class continued on, easily answering the teacher when he questioned them.

As Harry made his locker, he noticed (y/n) trailing behind him, smirking he turned around, now walking backward, licking his lips.

“now-now lassie~ do yeh like meh that much that yeh havta follow meh everywhere I go~”

(y/n) rolled her eyes and snorted, shaking her head. “no you doofus, my locker is right next to yours, that’s how I saw you being cornered by the lost boys”

Harry hummed and spun around, stopping at his locker. (y/n) stopped as well and locked hers, putting her books away as Harry grabbed his English books.

As they chatted, Happy’s son, Henry, walked up with a shy smile on his face.

“Hello, (y/n), um I was wondering if you would like to hang out today? Have some pleasant company?”

Harry caught the meaning behind the boy's words and rolled his eyes, of course, yes get the filthy pirate away from the maiden!

But once more, (y/n) surprised him.

“you’re about as subtle as a shit stain on white carpet, get lost”

Henry squeaked and bolted, figurative tail between his legs.

Harry and (y/n) glanced at each other before they burst out laughing

“HAHA oh my god lassie!!” Harry spoke through his laughter, tears spilling out of his eyes, “ yeh just continue to surprise meh! Haha!”

(y/n) chortled and winked, giving him finger guns, before turning back to her locker and digging into it for a couple of seconds before pulling back and tossing him a long blue plastic package.

Oreos. Harry smiled and nodded his thanks, (y/n) nodded back and shut her locker, backing away slightly. “I gotta go, it's my free period and the archery range is always empty at this point. See ya hook!”

“see ya, lassie!”

Harry turned and started to make his way to English class, while also opening his oreos, sticking his tongue slightly in concentration.

Looking down at the plastic packaging, he wasn’t watching where he was going and therefore didn’t see as someone walked down the hall and harshly slammed into his shoulder, Harry winced, thankfully not dropping his snack, but continued on, determined to open this dammed bag of oreos.

“filth like you should be sent back to the isle”

Harry stopped and slowly turned, his face dark.

“wha did yeh say yeh arsehole?”

Aaron, son of Esmerelda and Phoebus, stood several feet away from him glaring at Harry.  “you heard me filth’

Harry growled, but restrained himself, the vks cant fight rule was only lifted yesterday, and it only counted when they were provoked, so he turned his cheek and continued on. Ignoring the other boy's taunts.

“Hook”

Harry groaned but turned and rose his brow, “wha’?”

The tanned skinned boy sneered and glared at him, an odd glint in his eyes, “stay away from (y/n), she’s mine.”

Harry snorted and gave a sly grin, his knuckles cracking at the possessive claim. “oh really? She never mentioned yeh been the time been chilling with each other, yeh sure yer that important to her, or even on her friend?”

Aaron snarled and spit at Harrys feet. “just stay away from her pirate, you'll regret it if you don’t.”

Aaron turned and stalked away, Harry rolled his eyes, please, this boy was less intimidating than lefou’s son.

But...Harry frowned, what was concerning, was the boy's obvious obsession with (y/n).

Hearing the bell for English class ring out, he sped up into a sprint and resolved to tell Uma after school ended.

---

Later after school ended, Harry sat with Uma and Gil, doing his math homework,  gritting his teeth over a particularly hard question.

Oh wait he wanted to talk to Uma about Aaron and (y/n), lifting himself off of Gil's lap slightly, he turned to Uma.

“Uma” the teal haired black girl hummed and glanced at Harry, but the stern look on his face made her sit up from leaning on Gil's arm and realize this was going to be a serious talk between the two of them.

“Harry? What's up?”

Harry sighed and ran his hand through his fluffy brown-black hair, thinking of ways to convey his concern for (y/n).

“so I was making my way to English class and someone bumped me and said; “filth like yeh should be sent back teh the isle”.”

Gil and Uma glared at the words, Uma grit her teeth, but stopped herself from going on a rant, she could tell that wasn’t what was bothering Harry.

“well,” Gil mumbled, scratching the side of his face, “that’s a really rude thing for an Auradon kid to say isn’t it?”

Uma shrugged, at least it was just words, it wasn’t as bad as the dudes here who felt that just when a girl looked at them, the girl owed them a relationship or sex.

“nah, but that’s not all, he threatened me, over (y/n)”

That made Uma pause, “(y/n)?? as in (y/n) Loxley?”

Harry nodded and continued “aye, he claimed (y/n) was ‘his’ and told me to stay away from her and id regret it if I didn’t”

Uma took a breath, thinking over the implications of what the boy said.

“so, there is a boy who is obviously obsessed with (y/n) and probably dangerously so”

Harry and gil stared at Uma as she muttered to herself.

“alright” the two boys sat up, Uma used her captain voice, when she uses that voice, you pay attention. “im going to ask (y/n) about this, she needs to know, so maybe she can put out a report on him or something like that.”

Harry nodded and reached over from Gil's lap, sneaking some of Umas coveted soda flavored jelly beans, snickering when he narrowly avoided a slap of his hand from Uma.

Drawing back he stuffed the beans into his mouth. Giggling at Uma slapping his shoulders.

“well~ you sure look comfortable~”

Looking up, Harry saw (y/n), staring down at him, grinning down and giggling.

Harry smirked and sat up slightly, grasping (y/n)s hand “im even more relaxed now that yer here darling~”

(y/n) rolled her eyes, withdrawing her hand from Harrys and plopping down next to Uma, who offered her coveted jelly beans.

“flirt, anyway I just came by to ask if yall wanted to play some video games with me?”

“sure,” Uma nodded, before remembering that she wanted to ask (y/n) about Aaron. “one question tho,” (y/n) hummed around her jelly beans and gestured for Uma to continue “do you know of a dude named Aaron?”

(y/n) groaned and flopped on her back, “yeah I know of him, he's a fucking creep, did he threaten one of you?”

“yeah, harry”

“uggg! Im guessing he claimed me as ‘his’, next time he does that shit, smack him for me.”

(y/n) had obviously dealt with Aaron before, and was tired of his shit.

Gil, sensing the tension in the air decided to cut it with bringing up the offer (y/n) made moments before, “so video game?”

(y/n) perked up, oh yeah! She sat up and grinned at the three teen pirates, “its called super smash bros, it’s a brawling game, its super fun! Do ya guys wanna play?”

The three glanced around at each other, before (y/n)s exited grin turned to a sneaky smirk

“winner gets to smack the loser with a plate full of whipped cream~”

The three teens jumped up from their spots and quickly packed up their stuff, eagerly following (y/n) back to her room to play.

An hour and a half later, (y/n) was filling a plate Uma was holding while Gil held Harry down as he screeched.

“Uma cheated!!! She cheated!! Im not letting her smash cream on meh face let meh go Gil!!”

Gil was just laughing as you topped off the plate and Uma grabbed the can and sprayed some into her mouth, before grinning down at Harry.

“nonononon AH!”

The three of you burst out laughing as Harry's face and hair was covered in the white substance, he made as ‘eeugh’ sound as he wiped his eyes and flicked his hands to remove the cream.

“yeh all suck”

“nah” (y/n) giggled, squirting some cream onto her finger, “you agreed to the consequences of losing and you lost! Fair and square!”

“whatever” Harry mumbled as he rolled his eyes, grunting he stood up from the ground and walked into the bathroom to clean up.

“so (y/n)” Uma asked, (y/n) smiled and hummed, looking over at Uma. “how long has Aaron been acting like that?”

(y/n) rolled her eyes and huffed, “since middle school, he had this idea in his head that we were made for each other. “

Uma nodded before something came to her mind.

“one more question,” (y/n) nodded, tilting her head “why are you being so nice to us, no one else is?”

(y/n) looked down at the floor of her dorm, before staring right into Umas eyes, speaking loud enough for gil and harry to hear her.

“I guess its because I know you’ve all had a shit life, and you deserve some kindness.”

Uma stared at the (h/c) girl for a moment, before she broke her gaze and looked down at the floor.

“Um, thanks…I guess”

(y/n) smiled and bumped Umas shoulder with hers. “no problem”

A few moments of silence, other than harry using the sink int the bathroom, then (y/n) spoke up once more.

“umm, I know we've been hanging out, but I was wondering if you guys would be willing to be friends?”

Harry poked his head out of the bathroom, the whipped cream now clean from his head. The three pirates looked at each other before a smirk overcame on Umas face.

“sure, but you can only join our group if you do one thing.”

(y/n) tilted her head, raising her brow “and that is?”

Uma cackled, the boys smirking, knowing what was going to happen.

“prank mal.”

…

They thought (y/n) would deny the deal, but once again she surprised them.

A devious smirk spread on (y/n)s face, already having a million pranks going through her brain.

“deal, when do you want me to do it?”

Uma cackled, ah they found they best Auradon kid ever.

“as long as it's within the week”

“I got one already, it'll be done by tomorrow morning”

“can't wait to see what yeh do lassie~!”

--end of part 3--

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[cookieswriting]

What Matters - Ch 1

“Well, my dear Lady Rosaline, I believe it would be improper to keep you from your rest any longer.  Allow me to walk you back to your quarters?”  Benvolio Montague watched his betrothed out of the corner of his eye, fighting to smother a grin.  Oh, how far they’d come since their marriage had been arranged by the Prince.  Where she’d once looked upon him with disdain, now he would catch her softening and even, at times, smiling when she saw him.

This, it turned out, would be one of those rarities.  She shook her head with affection in her eyes and turned to him.  “You know that I am but a lowly serving girl, my lord,” she murmured, suddenly somber.  Her choice of words brought to mind their first meeting, and his own affection warred with surprisingly personal bitterness towards the Lady Capulet.

“No,” he growled.  Rosaline’s breath caught when he stepped forward into her space, but he couldn’t bring himself to care that it might be deemed inappropriate.  His hands came up to cradle her face, and his eyes bored into hers to ensure he had her full attention.  “Your Aunt may have attempted to smother you beneath the title of servant following the death of your parents, but you and I both know she will never succeed.  Your passion, your fire cannot be stifled by that wretch, and once we are wed, you will never suffer at her hand again.”

“Benvo-”

“And what, pray tell, do you expect will come of her when her dearly betrothed is cut down in the streets?”

The pair spun to face their intruder, Benvolio stepping easily in front of Rosaline and dropping his hand to his sword.  Rosaline’s hand settled on his bicep.  The slight tremor in her touch set his protective instinct racing, and he tried to place the man before them.  “We want no trouble, sir.”

“That is unfortunate, Montague, because trouble will be yours.  The Lady Capulet will not stand to see filth like you staining the honor of our house.  Even if it is with a lowly serving girl.”  The stranger nodded to someone behind them.  Rosaline yelped, and Benvolio would have leapt to her defense had the man before him not attacked at the same moment.  The clashing of their swords nearly drowned out Rosaline’s cry of “Benvolio!”, and it took everything in him to keep his focus on his own fight.  

“If your quarrel is with me, then let the lady go! Lord Capulet will not be pleased if she is killed for his wife’s vendetta against my house!” Taking an opening, Benvolio kicked his attacker back and glanced over his shoulder.  Rosaline was struggling against two other men, one of whom held a dagger to her throat.  The sight had the Montague seeing red.

His distraction was just enough, and Benvolio saw horror take over Rosaline’s face an instant before agony erupted in his back.  She screamed, begging someone to come to their aid. “The Lady did instruct us to leave her alive...but she said nothing about unharmed.”  The taunt, too loud in his ear, had panic jumping into Benvolio’s throat. An arm came around his chest to hold him upright and the sword was jerked free of his body.  The young lord groaned and would have collapsed if not for the man's grip.  “I will so enjoy taking your little serving girl while all you can do is watch...and die.”

Benvolio was able to keep himself on his feet for several seconds once the support was removed, and his eyes locked on Rosaline’s.  Tears filled her warm brown gaze, and his increasingly sluggish brain registered the emotion in them to be grief...not fear.  Grief for him.  “Forgive me,” he pleaded.  The impact of his knees hitting the ground jarred his wound, and he curled in on himself.  His vision tunneled, and he swallowed thickly.

“No! Let me go!”

“Shut up, whore! Your protector is not long for this world, we need to have our fun while we can.”  Even as a fog seemed to settle over his mind, Benvolio fought to keep himself conscious.

“Get your filthy hands off of me! He-”

A sharp slap echoed through the alleyway, and the soft sound of pain that escaped Rosaline was enough to jolt his system.  Drawing in a shaky breath, Benvolio drew on any remaining reserves of strength he possessed, and surged to his feet.  Without a word, he stumbled towards the distracted thugs. He drew his own dagger, dispatching one of the three men before the others even noticed that the Montague was back on his feet.  The next thug fell to his sword, before Benvolio was stunned by an abrupt punch across the jaw.  

“How gallant...not behavior I would have expected out of your pathetic house.  This time, I will put you down for good, like the dog that you are.  Say goodbye, Montague.”  Benvolio snarled at him, bracing himself for death now that Rosaline only had one adversary to dispatch herself.  

The swift end did not come, though, and the man before him cried out in agony.  Benvolio looked up in surprise just as he fell.  Rosaline stood behind him, a long blade trembling in her hand.  Seeing her poised, defiant, alive, the fight abruptly dissipated from his body and left him wavering once more.  Rosaline seemed to notice this, and dropped her weapon to catch him by the elbows.  “Benvolio?”  She eased him to the ground, cradling him against her.  “You need a physician.”

A hollow and weak laugh broke from his chest.  “I am not sure there is time, dear Rosaline. You are safe, that is what matters.”  Her silence registered in his tired mind, and Benvolio looked up to see her staring down at him with fresh tears sliding down her face.  He reached up to brush them away with his thumb, and was filled with a resigned sadness.  “I believe that...we would have been happy together, given time,” he whispered.  

“Though the world may not see it, you are a good, kind soul, Benvolio Montague.  I do not believe, however, that this is where our journey will end.”  Her fingers stroked his beard tenderly, and she leaned closer to him.  “I have seen the might of your stubborn will...use it now.  I need to go and get help, but I need you to fight.  Fight for me, for us...stay alive.  Your duty to protect me is not yet complete.”

It was an underhanded move, but one that showed him just how worried she was for him.  He himself had not understood until the attack just how much he had committed to protecting his betrothed...that while there was still breath in his body, he would fight to ensure her safety. Physical or otherwise.

It was that last plea that kept him clinging to consciousness, despite the waves of agony radiating from his back and the darkness threatening to drag him under, until Rosaline returned with two others.  He did not have enough awareness to determine how long she’d been gone, nor to identify the newcomers, and once they jostled him even the slightest, he lost the feeble grip he had on reality and slipped away to the soft murmur of Rosaline’s voice.