#this man has a southern cross tattoo!

[zahri-melitor]

Reading Digger Harkness as an Aussie: why he’s specifically written to wind me up, the undercurrents of many of his appearances, and why he’s voting No in the Voice referendum.

(Okay if you know ANYTHING about Digger and about the Voice you already knew that, but making this current-relevant!)

George “Digger” Harkness is Captain Boomerang. He’s traditionally written by DC to be specifically, deliberately annoying and disliked. Due to this he’s simultaneously quite cleverly written while also being the laziest character stereotype imaginable.

One of the things that drives me up the wall every time I read him in a book is that due to a clash of a few things in his character design, the subtext he’s evolved over time is remarkably complex, but also geared to make me despise him. Also I can’t tell how much of it is deliberate on the writer’s part.

The first thing you need to understand is that Harkness is very specifically putting on a level of Australianness for his audience (the usually American characters around him). The fascinating thing in this is that, unusually for this trope, his writers are often aware he’s doing this. The common term for this is ‘ocker’. You can notice this in the language he uses: it’s specifically peppered with ‘Australian’ words and phrases.

Now this is a pretty common thing for writers to do to demonstrate a character is Australian. It sounds like someone trying to write Crocodile Dundee or Steve Irwin. However, to my ear (and years of putting up with this), the way it’s done for Digger is…off. It’s not the standard terrible way it’s used in American media, but it’s equally not written naturally for how an Australian who natively speaks ocker/broad would use it. Digger’s playing it up, and he’s playing it up badly. (the closest comparison I can make than an Australian might understand is he sounds more like Russell Coight than Steve Irwin, with all that implies) He wants people to think he’s an Australian stereotype.

Heck, let’s break down his name for a demonstration of this.

Captain Boomerang: this is a very, very, loaded name. Digger’s specifically racist, and he’s racist in a very White Australia Policy sort of way. The writers are aware he’s racist. He uses a boomerang as a symbol as he’s Australian (surface level) but they’re also specifically drawn as white a lot of the time, both in his costume and in the weapons themselves. They’re not plain wood or decorated with traditional art. They’re white. He has a history of making boomerangs and promoting them in Australia for sale, as a white guy, which is uhhhh Not Great. He’s assumed a traditional piece of Australian Aboriginal weaponry and culture as his own, and he’s painted it white. He’s asserting that it’s his culture now and has stripped it of its traditional meaning. (Also his boomerangs often don’t come back, and have sharpened edges and are used wrongly). He doesn’t like Black People ™ but also uses a weapon specifically associated with an oppressed minority in his place of origin. The white supremacy attitude is very much coded in.

“Digger” as a nickname: oh the way this clashes and interacts with the fact he uses ‘Captain’ as a title! Digger as a term is a general nickname for Australian Army soldiers. It comes from the Gallipoli landings and the trenches of World War I. By using it as his nickname, Harkness is evoking a whole HOST of imagery and specifically nationalist cultural imagery surrounding Gallipoli as a ‘birthplace’ of Australian identity, something that’s been weaponised particularly by the Australian political right for the past 30 years as a national symbol. In the stories that a country tells itself about who they are, Harkness is evoking a very major one and also one that can read as quite toxic if not done carefully. (if you need a quick entry to the way the nickname makes me wince, look up ‘Cronulla Riots’. That’s the sort of person his name is evoking for me) The other problem on top of this – this is a soldier’s nickname. Harkness has never been in the Australian military (as far as I can tell). Combined with the fact he uses the title of ‘Captain’, he’s suggesting he’s got a military background that he 100% does not have. He’s a giant hypocrite. Now being part of the military in Australia reads differently to being part of the military in the USA, in how society sees it, but this is still not on. It’s not a natural nickname for an Australian to have, in his circumstances. It doesn’t even make sense as a traditional ironic nickname given by his friends. Which means he picked it himself. And for that style of nickname…choosing your own? That’s considered to be poor form and trying way too hard. (And nicknames are culturally important! For the personality Harkness is trying to present to his audience, he SHOULD have a nickname like this. My father’s is ‘Bones’, for instance. But choosing your own, and choosing one that implies traits that are not yours to display? Really really bad form)

Basically in summary, Harkness is very much coded in a lot of ways to essentially be the Australian equivalent of someone who stormed the Capitol on January 6, 2021. With that sort of view of his home country.

What is fascinating is that when Harkness interacts with other Australian characters, they do not like him, so the writers are aware that he’s been written to be this level of objectionable.

Now, some of this coding in his character has just accumulated over 60+ years as stereotypes have evolved and things have become ever more socially unacceptable. But the interesting thing here is that the writers ACKNOWLEDGE that unacceptable behaviour from Harkness.

I hate him so much. And I also want to fix his dialogue, which suffers from being written by Americans, to include a bunch more extremely country ocker sayings. He NEEDS to be saying things like “stone the flaming crows” and “fair shake of the sauce bottle” and “flat out like a lizard drinking” and “I didn’t come here to fuck spiders”. Because he’s putting it on. And these are the sort of things he’d lean in to to convey that level of “oh I’m not from around here, I am quoting Crocodile Dundee at you but you didn’t even realise” that he’s written to have.

[witchersmistress]

Hot as Hades

Good evening my darlings!! Posting this before I go to bed, I do have an alternate version in mind so don't be surprised if this changes 🤣🤣

Trigger Warning: hot and dirty finger banging session

Word count: 4.5K

Rory’s POV

One hundred thousand dollars?!?! What in the actual fuck.. As I go to make my way towards Mr. Whiskey , I am stopped by a security guard. “Ma’am Mr. Stone would like to meet you in his office, this way”  I looked back at Mr. Whiskey, he was standing now, his tall muscular frame in a charcoal grey suit with a black tie. His face was still casted in shadows but I know he is staring at me. I caught Jill and Ed out of the corner of my eye, giving them a small wave as we moved through the crowd, down a dark hallway.

The guard moved to the far end calling for an elevator, the doors opened and we walked in. scanning a black matte key card, the elevator began to move. I twisted my long locks in my fingers. We go off and walked down the hall to an office that overlooked the bustling city of LA

“ He’ll be with you shortly” the guard said and closed the door. Pacing the luxurious space, I panicked. What the hell was I doing, what did I get myself into. Going down that rabbit hole as the door opened “I’m sorry to keep you waiting Ms. Harlowe” Mr. Whiskey spoke with a slight southern drawl. I stopped dead in the room and just waited, it couldn't be. There is no way. I heard the tell-tale clinking of ice in glasses and the sound of liquid pouring. He continued as his heavy footsteps drew closer “ We seem to have a problem now don't we…” trailing off as he drew closer, a hand with a crystal tumbler reached around my left side, taking the glass from him, i looked at his hand as he placed it on my side to direct me to the couch, there was a tattoo on his hand, what looks like a bird wing stretched crossed the tight skin on his hand… No, absolutely not. 

There is no way.. He directed me to the couch sitting on the couch across from me, his large thighs slightly open as he settled into his seat. Dragging my gaze up his body slowly, i've never seen  him, in anything but jeans and t-shirts, but here he is sitting in a charcoal grey suit with a white buttoned shirt with a few top buttons undone and his tie MIA. that tattooed hand caressed his face, starting at his nose and down to his chin, you can hear him scratch his beard, god i love that sound, this man should not have this effect on me, hell this man has had an effect on me long before now, but he does and i look into the blue eyes of none other than Logan Syverson…. “ Now don't we Rory” he took a sip of whiskey but left the glass hanging from his tattooed fingertips “What the hell were you thinking Darlin? Selling yourself at a sex club, i thought you were smarter than that, baby girl”

The shivers that run down my spine when he calls me baby girl, my panties were getting wetter by the second as he scolded me.  Setting down my glass on the glass coffee table “Well you are one to talk Sy or should i be calling you Alex Stone. You fucking own part of this damn sex club!!” I stood up, rounded the coffee table and stuck my finger in his face. “You do not get to lecture me about what I do, you are the proverbial pot calling the kettle black.” his face had no emotion, nothing in his eyes to tell me what he was feeling. A solid poker face, that rotten motherfucker. I spun on my heels to make a quick and clean getaway until an arm wrapped me around the waist, pulling me back and pinned me to the wall , his large body holding  me down rather quickly. My face pressed against the cool marble walls as he leaned in “Listen here baby girl” his southern drawl was thicker than usual “ I did you a favor, by winning that auction, you don't know what kind of men are in this club and what they would do to a girl like you.” I bucked my hips in protest in response trying to get out from underneath him. 

 That was a bad idea, the dimly lit fire that was in his eye glowed brighter, a growl slipped out before he could stop it, his pupils growing like saucers. Grinding his hips harder into me,I could feel his thick erection digging into my ass, “Do you see what you do to me? I've tried so hard for years to keep my distance, but you are just so goddamn infuriating” he grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head back forcing me to look at him “You’ve done it now, there is no way I’m letting you go”,  he captured my lips, in a fiery kiss. I tried resisting, but it was utterly pointless, I was melting under him, I was about to be putty in his hands and he knew it.

 He moved his hand from my hair down to my neck and squeezed, applying the pressures to the sides, gasping from the interaction, dragging my lips away from him in an attempt to catch my breath, he bit my bottom lip and tugged on it.  Snaking my hand around the back of his neck, I pulled myself closer, falling down the rabbit hole with each kiss I gave him. His left hand, abandoned its position on my hip, snaked down to grab mine, bringing it down to the hem of my dress and dragging both my hand and dress back up my body. I was going to explode if this man did not touch me soon.  With my dress bunched around my waist on one side, his deft fingers glided across my abdomen, occasionally raking them across my skin as he delved into the front of my lace underwear. Thank you Jill for insisting that these.

Pulling his lips away from mine as one of his fingers circled my aching clit. “This belongs to me, every touch, every flutter of that pretty pink pussy, every orgasm that has my name coming off your lips like a prayer is mine do you understand?”  my eyes rolled in the back of my head as he plunged a finger inside my cunt. He licked his bottom lip as he continued to play with me. “ I remember the first time I caught you masterbating, we were up at your family's lake house, I arrived late. Everyone else was out in the canoes, I was going to my room when I heard these same soft whimpers and whispers, you are giving me now. I followed the sound to find your bedroom door cracked, i opened it more to make sure you were ok and i found you, riding your vibrator, i should have backed away, but i couldn't, not after what i heard.” he nipped my earlobe and started pumping in and out faster, adding another finger and his thumb circling my clit, IM could feel the warm ach forming low in my belly and i was powerless to stop it as i rode his fingers.

I remember that day clearly, I remember feeling like I had eyes on me but when I turned there was no one there, I moved to my back and opened my legs and grabbed my vibrator and went back to it. In my mind I was giving Logan a show, one that he would never forget..

I felt him hum in my ear as he drew me back from the past “ You were thinking about it weren't you? I can tell you got wetter, but tell me, do you remember what you said? I want you to hear you say it” he loosened his grip, ever so slightly, allowing me air, before he cut it off again. Thinking back to that moment, i began to ride his hand harder, tightening my grip on his neck, a low whimper left my throat as i felt that warm ache building in a small fire but growing larger by the minute, “Sy” i pleaded “ I want to show you how good i could make you feel” he picked up the pace of his thumb on my clit. He nipped at the bit of exposed neck and shoulder that my dress offered him.

“Hmmm, what else baby girl” he picked up his pace even faster. “Do you want to hear all the dirty things I've wanted to do to you over the years? The countless times I've wanted to tan your hide for the outfits you wore." The burning fire low in my belly was getting higher and higher, “Logan please, let me come for you” I begged him, I couldn't hold on much longer. “Such a dirty girl for Daddy aint you darlin? I remember after hearing you call my name as you came, i had to go take a cold shower and have a release of my own, but seeing you after that, it took everything i had to not drag you to my bed and fuck you like you deserve.. You want to be my good girl now?? Come for me, i want to hear your scream echo off these office walls and feel your cunt suck my fingers in and wont let me go” 

that was all it took, and I couldn't hold it back anymore, i rode out my orgasm on his fingers as he continued to praise me, the hand that was holding my neck, fell away to my waist to keep my steady as my knees began to buckle, the intense feeling came back as another orgasm washed over me. “Logan, please i can’t take anymore i just can't” he gave a wicked smile as he withdrew his hand and licked the juices off his fingers. “You tasted better than i imagined” he fixed my dress, pulling off his suit coat and draping it over my shoulders, picking me up and depositing me on the couch with a glass of water, chugging it greedily, he picked up my feet and deposited them into his lap, he watched me before he pulled out his phone, as he tapped away on the screen, he muttered "fucking Walter" before he walked over to his private bathroom, washing his hands and face, he moved back towards me. The buzzing of an intercom scared me to death, putting a hand to my chest, I willed my heart to slow down but she was going a mile a minute.

"Mr. Stone your car is here" Sy pressed a red button on the intercom " Thank you Matthias, we'll be down in a minute" stepping away from the intercom. He came over and helped me to my feet, fixing my dress. We walked to the elevator and took it all the way down to the parking garage. We stepped off the elevator and moved to his car, his demeanor had changed, he wasnt the warm and soft Sy but the hard and cold one I knew well. I cocked a brow at him as his driver opened my door for me. He barely looked at me " Please see that Ms. Harlowe gets to her destination safely and is compt for the missing half hour of time" he turned to look at me as he extended a hand " Mrs. Harlowe it was indeed a pleasure to have you as my company this evening" I looked at him and I was mortified, of course what we just did, did not mean a damn thing to him "Mr. Stone thank you for the decent evening, I wish you well" sitting in my spot and letting the driver shut the door behind me, I refused to look at that man or give him a second thought longer, as we pulled out of the garage, the tears I was holding back came streaming down and I was powerless to stop them as I watched the glowing lights of LA speed past me.

Sy's POV

Putting her in that car and sending her away was the cruelest thing I could have done to her. But it was for her safety, knowing that I'm letting the woman I've always wanted, drive away and into the night.

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This Death That I Chose: Chapter 2

1613 words

CW: fear, panic, fever, bad caretaker, derogatory tattoo, pet whump

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Tao sat in Faye’s “waiting room,” a once-upon-a-time mudroom, long since cleared of the previous residents’ boots and jackets. He kept his arms crossed tightly to keep from fidgeting them, but that left his knee to bounce instead.

On either side of him sat Vic and Becca. Becca had understood quickly, of course. She had taken a single scan through the Conservatorium report before nodding up at him, her eyes dark and fierce. Vic took a little more explaining, but once Tao got over his squeamishness and uttered the phrase sexual slavery Vic had joined them in sitting solemnly, silently, waiting for Faye’s verdict.

When Faye finally did appear, stepping out into the waiting room with a grim expression, the three of them watched her with bated breath. She kept them on their toes a moment longer before she spoke, wiping her hands on a flowery dish towel.

“Whoever released him from the Conservatory was a fucking idiot,” she announced, “He needs to be on IV antibiotics for a couple more days. Back to pills after that. A couple weeks and he’ll be fine. I mean, his arm will still be broken, but… relatively speaking.”

“Thank you, Faye,” Becca said, “I don’t know what we would do without you.”

“Aw, shucks.” Faye’s tone was sarcastic, but the praise brought a slanting smile to her face.

“When can we talk to him?”

“He’s still pretty delirious, but that might actually make things easier if you want to try talking to him now.”

“That feels…” Becca shook her head, “Dishonest, I don’t know if I want to do that.”

“Screw honesty,” Tao stood, “I want to know what this guy’s deal is, and I don’t think he’ll tell us if he has a choice.”

“Tao…” Becca warned.

“You heard him in the interrogation room!” Tao argued, “He thinks his presence is putting us in danger. He isn’t going to tell us anything about himself, not willingly. What if he’s from nearby? What if he has family and friends that are still alive? What if they’re here?”

“The chances of that are so slim,” Becca pointed out.

“I’m with Tao,” Vic cut in, “We should use this.”

“Faye?” Becca looked to the doctor for her opinion.

Faye shrugged. “I’m a surgeon, not a shrink. As far as I know, talking to him won’t kill him, so,” she stepped aside and waved to the door behind her, “Have at it.”

~~~

Lark lay in a bedroom upstairs. Faye had removed his shoes, but nothing else, and covered his legs with a light blanket. To avoid overwhelming him, Becca and Vic agreed to wait outside the open door while Tao talked to Lark. He approached slowly, and Lark stirred at the sound of his footsteps. He opened glassy, feverish eyes and they rolled around the room before finding Tao sitting at his bedside. He stared at Tao, his expression blank.

“Hey,” said Tao softly, “What’s your name?”

“Lark,” the young man whispered.

“Okay,” Tao decided to test a theory, “What’s your real name?”

Lark inhaled and his mouth opened and closed, about to form some word – before he stopped and frowned a little.

“Lark,” he echoed.

Almost.

“Where are you from?” Tao took a different approach.

“The Capital.”

“Where did you live before that?”

Lark’s eyes drifted closed.

“No, no before.”

The Capital was only eight years old. ‘No before’ was impossible. Tao sighed. He had another idea. A cruel one.

“Lark,” he deepened his voice, and picked up just a hint of a southern accent. Imitating the voice came disturbingly easily, given how many propaganda videos he’d seen. “It’s me. The Commander.”

Lark’s eyes snapped open and locked onto Tao, and he sucked in a breath.

“Yessir, m’sorry sir,” he mumbled.

Tao’s heart twinged, but he continued.

“I need you to tell me where you lived before you came to the Capital, Lark.”

Lark’s breath came fast, and his good hand twitched where it lay on the covers.

“Poverty. Ruins. You saved me,” he whispered fervently.

“Tell me what your name was back then.”

“Didn’t have one.”

Tao frowned.

“What made me bring you to the Capital?”

“Your grace,” a weak, crazed smile crept onto Lark’s face, “Your gen… generosity, your kindness…”

Tao sat back. Propaganda. It was all propaganda. He needed to dig deeper. He stood up and leaned over Lark.

“We’re going to play a little game.’

Lark’s devoted smile quickly dissolved into a twist of fear, but Tao continued, convinced his idea would work.

“I’m going to ask you questions, and you’re going to answer as fast as possible, alright?”

Lark nodded hastily.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” Tao took a moment to collect his thoughts. Then he began.

“What’s your name?”

“Lark.”

“Where do you live?”

“The Capital.”

Who do you serve?”

“You, Commander.”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Y-yellow!”

“Faster! What’s your name?”

“Lark!”

“Where do you live?”

“The Capital!”

Who do you serve?”

“You, sir!”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Yellow!”

“What’s your mother's name?”

“Mari-” Lark’s breath hitched as he caught himself.

“Marie? Did you say Marie? Tell me!” Out of excitement, Tao unintentionally raised his voice and leaned in closer. Lark pressed back into the pillow and a heartbreaking mewl of terror escaped his lips as he clutched at his broken arm.

“Please don’t, I’m sorry, please!”

Tao jerked back, immediately awash with guilt. “Shit, I’m sorry-”

“Stop it!” Becca marched in. “You’re terrorizing him!” She grabbed Tao by the arm and pulled him away, taking his place.

“Lark?” she spoke gently, sinking down into the chair, “My name is Becca, you’re safe.”

Lark’s eyes stayed trained on Tao, bright with fear, his chest heaving with panicked breaths. Tao pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, feeling ill. He should have known it was a bad idea. It made sense in the moment, but if he had just stopped to think…

“That’s not the Commander, the Commander is far away from here. You’re with the resistance, we’re going to take care of you,” Becca soothed, “We’ll keep you safe.”

Her words only agitated Lark more. He shook his head.

“No, no, he knows where, he’ll come for me, I can’t stay-” Lark started to laboriously push himself upright with his good arm, as if to get out of bed. Becca pressed a hand to his shoulder.

“No, Lark, we’ll protect you, you need to rest now.”

Lark flopped back onto the pillow, but he didn’t stop struggling. He weakly thrashed his legs, kicking off the thin blanket.

“He’ll kill you all,” he sobbed, “He’ll kill you all!”

“Shh, shh, he can’t find us,” Becca tried to soothe him. Meanwhile, Tao was frowning at Lark’s legs. The boy’s kicking had caused the hems of his loose pants to ride up, exposing his calves. There were odd dark lines running up the sides of his legs. Tao reached out and caught a flailing ankle. Lark gasped and fell still and silent at the touch, his feverish stare finding Tao again.

“What are you doing?” Becca snapped.

“Just looking…” Tao frowned. The line wasn’t just a line, it was dense, half-inch-tall text that started just above Lark’s ankle and ran up the outside of his calf, on both legs.

I AM A GOOD PET. I DO WHAT MASTER SAYS. I NEVER TALK BACK. I LET MASTER FUCK -

Tao yanked the pant leg back down, covering the heinous words that followed, and fixed the other leg as well. When he looked up he saw Lark was flushed bright red and looking away; so he knew it was wrong, at least he wasn’t that conditioned.

Becca stood and moved to Tao’s side, concerned by his horrified face.

“What is it?”

Tao lifted the pant leg and turned Lark’s ankle to reveal just the first sentence. Becca’s hand flew to her mouth.

“Is that a tattoo?”

“Yeah,” Tao confirmed grimly.

“Shit!” Becca turned her back on Lark, hiding her face in her hands. “Bastard, bastard…” she mumbled.

“M’sorry,” Lark’s bright eyes were back on Tao, “Please, I’m sorry, please don’t break it.”

Tao dropped Lark’s ankle like a hot coal.

“No one’s… breaking anything,” he growled. He grabbed the blanket and threw it back over Lark’s body.

“Stay. Rest,” he ordered. Lark nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

Becca shuddered and grabbed Tao’s arm, dragging him out of the room.

“That was a fucking disaster!” she exploded as soon as they were out of earshot, on their way down the stairs. “I can’t believe you two talked me into that!”

Tao and Vic, following behind, exchanged a glance.

“I’m really, really, sorry Becca,” Tao said earnestly, “I didn’t mean to scare him that bad, I just… I had a dumb idea and I ran with it.”

“‘Dumb’ is an understatement!” Becca whirled to face him in the once-living room, now-intake room. “That boy’s been through an unbelievable amount of trauma, and you used it against him!”

“He did find out the mother’s name,” Vic pointed out.

“Oh, yeah, ‘Marie,’ that’s super helpful,” Becca said sarcastically, “We can just look up all the Maries in the phonebook and call them, ask if they’re missing a son.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” Tao was getting a little desperate. “It won’t happen again.”

“Fucking promise me Tao, right now,” Becca raised her voice, “That you won’t pull any shit like that, ever again!”

It was sinking in, just how badly he’d screwed up. Lark’s terrified face flashed through Tao’s mind, causing painful twinges of guilt in his stomach.

“It won’t,” he said, his voice low and deadly serious, “I promise.”

“Good,” Becca huffed, “Because if anyone fucks with him again, I’m bringing down hell.”

~~~

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Taglist: @angst-after-dark, @sunshiline-writes, @flowersarefreetherapy, @pigeonwhumps

[captain-mj]

Can we get some Jason hcd and tidbits he's so skrunkly I love him

Y'all have no clue how long I've been waiting to do hcs on my skrunkly lil dude!! I was pressured into making him on tiktok and now he's my lil buddy whom I love

He has a younger sister named Gracie

Jason originally met Ghost because he was Tommy and his drug dealer. He stopped dealing to them when Ghost got clean.

He wears a hoodie and loose jeans. Man does not know how to dress.

Wears a cross necklace, is not religious

Is British but is based off the small town southern drug dealers I knew as a kid

Has a ton of tattoos, mostly made by Ghost, Tommy or himself.

Also pierced his own ears

He owns a dog that's his whole world and he would kill himself and everyone else in the room if something happened to her

Jason is the main one to drag Ghost out of the house because he cares about him

They kissed once but weren't compatible

Jason tried so hard to start a band but it didn't work out. He's not too mad about it

Smokes so much weed

Ghost had to bail him and Tommy out of jail for breaking into the aquarium at night while stoned

Jason has eaten a penguin and won't tell anyone where or why

Jason has a tramp stamp

[oculiaperticlausi]

— INTRODUCTING JESSE MARINO

welcome to marina, JESSE MARINO ( cis man, he/hm ) ! they are a THIRTY-FOUR year old who has lived over on HYLAND PARK for TEN YEARS and works as a OWNER OF DEADLY INKS. everyone says they look a lot like CASEY DEIDRICK. what do you think? — ALYSSA, 29, PST, SHE/HER.

b a c k g r o u n d ;

Jesse was born in a Savannah, Georgia. He was the oldest Marino and has two younger sisters (tbd). His father was a politician and his mother was the typical southern belle.

There was a lot of pressure on the eldest Marino to become the type of man who could make the family proud, and carry on the family name without ruining it.

He was able to effortlessly interact with anyone who crossed his path, building those relationships like it was nothing but things changed when he was sixteen.

He was invited to a party, the only thing he didn't imagine was his younger sister also being invited to the party. She was fourteen at the time, an age where he would have told her to stay the fuck home and not even think about it.

One of his friends pulled him aside that night and told him they thought they saw his sister going upstairs with tool in his grade. So, he went up to one of the rooms. When he opened the door, he noticed his sister on the bed and one of the guys near her. He didn't take time to assess the scene or figure out what was happening since he jumped to the worst conclusion.

He pulled the guy back by his hair and started to hit him over and over and over. His friends had to pull him off of the guy. Instead of saying much, all Jesse did was get his sister out of the house and took her home.

The next day the cops showed up, put cuffs on him and took him away, creating the image his father worked so hard not to have which is why Jesse's father made him suffer in juvie and when he got out, his family had moved out of town and left him behind.

He was eighteen when he got out, he jumped from couch to couch until he had a friend who moved to Marina Heights and informed him of a tattoo parlor that was hiring. So, he packed up his things and moved to the island.

The man who owned the tattoo parlor took Jesse under his wing and treated him like a son more than his own father had. He focused on the tattooing and working toward becoming someone who could take over the shop one day.

When he was twenty-eight, that's when he met her. She swept him off his feet and he didn't think life could get any better. About two years in, he was ready to plop down onto one knee and ask her to marry him.

At least until he walked in on her in bed with his best friend. Instead of saying anything, he left the apartment and sent another friend to pack his things.

That was three months ago, Jesse recently took over the parlor and hasn't even tried to have another relationship.

c o n n e c t i o n s ;

sisters (2) — isabella marino

best friend who slept with girl — jake oliver

friends — viktor samuels, eden shepherd

ex girlfriend who slept with best friend — scarlett prescott

flirtationships — asya sahin

hook ups — myria saengkaew

[e350tb]

Red Alert - Prologue

Camp Kronstadt Somewhere on the Western Saharan Coastline

On paper, Camp Kronstadt was the largest aid camp in the world.

Nestled under the baking Sahara sun, Camp Kronstadt was the embarking point for Soviet aid across the Atlantic region - to the Caribbean and Latin America, to Southwestern Africa, and even around the Cape of Good Hope to the islands of the Southern Indian Ocean. It was the key link in the chain of Premier Romanov’s International Friendship Program, his great initiative to show the world that the bad old days of Stalin were long over, and that the Soviet Union was interested in being a primarily peaceful player in world politics.

This city of prefabricated buildings, giant cargo ships and cheerful speakers was a sham.

Deep below the earth was a base of steel and concrete, packed to the gills with machines of war. From the window of the base command station, one could see row after row of submarine pens, each containing two massive beasts, twice the size of a standard cargo ship, and each with row after row of men and tanks lined up next to them. One by one, they were being loaded into the black-gray beasts, yet even they paled next to what was suspended above them.

These were airships, massive in scale, powered by five mighty turboprop engines, each with distinctive snarling shark mouths on their noses. They bristled with defensive turrets, and below them were rakes of massive gravity bombs, each waiting to be loaded. They seemed to stretch for miles in either direction - a massive air fleet waiting for war.

Inside the command station, dozens of Soviet staff officers were gathered around a table, moving wooden models across a giant map. At the head stood three officers, each carefully studying the units represented.

“I still advise against this.” Lieutenant-General Nikolai Krukov scowled, his moustache bristling. “Our forces are not ready…”

“We have waited long enough!” General Igor Vladimir, a heavy-set man with a grey beard so unkempt that he resembled a fantasy ogre, snapped. “The United States has treated us like their pet for too long, Krukov!”

“Their industrial output outpaces ours!” snapped Krukov. “And their major factories are far beyond the coast, far from where we can easily strike them!”

“Comrades, please.” The elderly General Topolov spoke up. “Whether it is time or not, we have been ordered to go. So go we must.”

He shrugged, picking up a flask from the table.

“Drinking on duty again, Topolov?” sneered Krukov.

“It helps me concentrate,” said Topolov easily. “You should get some hobbies, Krukov. Loosen your belt, enjoy life a little.”

“I have a career to think about,” said Krukov.

“Da,” Topolov shrugged. “Once you are near the end of your career like I am, you will not care so much.”

“We are wasting time, comrades,” snapped Vladimir, pounding the table. “Premier Romanov has asked us to decide where our main strike capability should be used. Unless anybody else has any bright ideas, I suggest striking their main centres of command and control.”

“I would suggest adding financial targets,” added Topolov. “Cripple their economy… plus I have always wanted to see Statue of…”

“Generals.”

The men turned. Another man had walked into the room, framed by the Soviet banners that flanked the large blast door through which he had entered. The interloper was bald, with a moustache and goatee that vaguely resembled Lenin’s, and a long coat over his traditional uniform which resembled those of the previous world war. There were three symbols tattooed on his forehead, which was framed by a strange metal device, not unlike a crown, that connected to his neck.

“Comrade Yuri!” Vladimir saluted, Topolov somewhat lazily following him. Krukov crossed his arms.

“Preparations for the invasion are well advanced,” said Topolov. “Tell the Premier that-”

“You will launch now,” said Yuri.

Silence fell upon the three officers.

“Now?” Krukov spluttered.

“Our nuclear forces are in position in Spain and Eastern Europe,” said Yuri. “We hold a gun to the European Allies’ heads. Now we must strike before they realise what we are doing.”

“Of course,” nodded Vladimir, regaining his composure. “I have suggested attacks on their major industrial and financial centres.” Topolov rolled his eyes, but Vladimir continued. “I would also suggest further strikes inland against their industrial-”

“It’s not time!” Krukov stepped forward, arms outstretched. “We need to finish loading the ships, we need to draw up plans to capture a supply port, we need…”

“Such considerations are immaterial, Krukov,” said Yuri softly.

“...we need to consider this properly!” snapped Krukov. “We cannot allow ourselves to make foolish mistakes in our quest for conquest, like Stalin did! We-”

Yuri’s eyes twitched, and suddenly Krukov screamed. He fell to his knees, clutching his skull, his eyes wide and red-rimmed. Red began to drip from his nose as he began to slam his head into the oak sides of the table, desperate to alleviate the extraordinary pain running through his head. Vladimir and Topolov jumped, scampering away from their comrade as he writhed and screeched on the floor.

“Random brain aneurysm,” said Yuri. “Unfortunate, wouldn’t you say?”

Krukov’s legs gave way and he crumbled to the floor, clawing at his eyes. Yuri pointedly avoided looking at him, regarding the other generals with a cold, unblinking stare.

“Premier Romanov would like your forces moving by sundown, at which time an officer will have been promoted to command General Krukov’s army,” he said. “Topolov, your army corps will attack New York. Vladimir, you will attack Florida to secure our supply lines from Cuba. General Krukov’s replacement will strike in the centre to destroy their primary command centres. Any questions?”

Topolov opened his mouth.

“No? Good, dismissed,” said Yuri. “Za Rodina.”

“Z… za Rodina!” shouted Vladimir.

“Za Rodina!” Topolov echoed.

Yuri nodded, turning his back and striding out of the room. He stopped at the blast doors, turning back to glance at Krukov. With a loud ‘pop,’ the General’s frontal lobe burst, and his body finally stopped writhing.

Yuri nodded, and walked away.

Slowly, Vladimir and Topolov turned to the map. The staff officers were already moving the markers that represented their forces - theirs, and others, striking from the Soviet puppet state of Mexico, from across the Bering Strait into Alaska, and from secret Pacific bases, not unlike this one, onto the Western Seaboard. From every angle, save the direct north, Soviet forces were positioned to strike.

The moment to unleash the dogs of war had finally struck.

The Soviet assault was about to begin…

[melancholicmoonlight]

Muse list:

Jameson “Jamie” Westing:

Gay, transman, he/him. 44 y/o. Werewolf. British.

A deeply traumatized and paranoid man with a heart of gold.

He is highly anxious at times and tends to worry what others think of him, but he is generally kind to most, if not all, people. He can be very stubborn sometimes, which might lead to trouble depending on if he’s persuaded to not do whatever incredibly stupid thing he’s thinking of doing.

He enjoys gardening and writing, and just chilling out at home or outside alone, and he prefers being left out of any crazy situations(unless he’s feeling a little silly).

It is highly recommended to avoid being near him on full moons at all costs, as he tends to attack anything that moves.

He is currently living with his friend, @/the-drunken-undead's Reaper. Works at a small antique store.

Jamie is mute and will use either sign, TTS, or write. "His dialogue looks like this".

Status: Available

~

Killian Hayes:

poly, lesbian/ace. Intersex transwoman butch. She/her. 38 y/o. Human. American, southern.

A once normal person with a very long history of loss, Killian decided to give up on life. But one day she came face-to-face with a demon who promised that it’d take her pain away. Unfortunately, this was not the case and she now exists as its living vessel.

Killian tends to be rude and harsh to others, depending on how she first meets them, but has a soft side. The “toughness” is more of a shield. She likes dogs and does well with children(though they make her nervous). Her favorite bands are Opeth and Mastodon. She loves paella, her truck, and long walks on the beach.

Lives in the woods, alone. Works as a butcher at a grocery store.

“Her dialogue looks like this”.

Status: Available

~

Sirius:

Any pronouns or just it/he. Uses feminine labels

A parasitic demon from hell. Probably best if you don’t provoke this one.

Occasionally possesses Killian.

"Its dialogue looks like this".

Status: Available

~

muse appearance descriptions:

Jamie -

Body: 6'0ft tall, fat, some muscle. round features.

Skin: rosy, moles, covered in sunspots, many scars, wrinkles, a few small flowers on his forearm and on his opposite shoulder, a crescent moon tattooed on the side of his hand, three of swords on his chest. All tattoos are black and slightly faded.

Hair: Dark brown with gray streaks, straight/wavy at the ends, past his shoulders. Facial hair: Mustache and some beard stubble.

Eye: Brown, downturned, dark circles.

Usual clothes: Pants, plain shirt under a green flannel shirt, brown boots, a small gold cross necklace. Typically wears a large brown jacket with fluffy lining when outside.

Misc: Missing an eye and a hand. Double lobe piercings on one ear, single on the other. Broken/crooked nose. Fangs. Gap between top front two teeth. Constantly looks sad or vaguely worried. Large claw scar across his face.

~

Killian-

Body: 5'8ft tall, beefy. Round features.

Skin: tan/olive, freckles, wrinkles. A small scar on her upper lip. Covered in dark, intricate tattoos from the neck down, an X tattooed under her left eye, a dagger beside her ear. All tattoos are black.

Hair: Black, graying, shaved.

Eyes: green, bloodshot. upturned, dark circles.

Usual clothes: all black. Tanktop, leather pants, belt, leather combat boots. Usually has on a very well-loved leather jacket with some metal band/miscellaneous patches sewn on and random pins attached when outside. Sometimes wears a little silver bracelet with a star charm on it, and a plain watch.

Misc: Ears are heavily pierced, and lobes stretched to ~2inches. Septum, jestrum, 3 lip rings, right eyebrow. Needs glasses when she isn’t possessed.

~

Sirius-

Body: 5’6, thin.

Skin: sickly dark gray-ish.

Hair: purple-ish black. Knee length. Wavy.

Eyes: big. Red. Slit pupils. Highly sensitive to light. Dark circles and eye bags.

Misc: Tail that drags on the ground, long tuft of black hair(fur?) at the end. Very short, thick claws. Short horns, two on his forehead and two near his ears. Sharp teeth. Pointed ears. A gross, almost “cat-like” nose. Faint scars of runes carved into the skin on his face and body.

[gumilac]

funny lil megumi hc scenario 🫢 wht if he kept the ⭐️acrux mark? like what if he thought it looked nice (he’s right) and got it tattooed

and reader discovers it one day when he’s changing shirts and is like “your tattoo is so cute! whats acrux?” and megumi goes “oh it’s one of the stars in the southern cross constellation” and you go “oh! did you get it because you’re a…star? 😏”

his heart: stopped

breathing: none

face: red

shirt: backwards

i actually lost my shit when i saw that panel... that man has always been so conservative, so when he lifted his shirt up i just— 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️😳😳😳

he has abs, nonnie. he has abs.... i mEAN WHAT DID I EXPECT BUT STILL— 😩

then reader just falls harder because megumi knows this type of information, and it just shows that he is smart as he is attractive 🤧

[dandelioncrownns]

random grishaverse facts/trivia (mostly tgt/kos, tbh), because i love useless details. Also, attempted organisation, because i like order too. + ft. my unwanted commentary

the darkling

has a sweet tooth

loves animals and nature in general

for those of you who have read demon in the woods, he got to meet the white tigers :)

his bedchamber walls are carved into trees bc he loves the woods

his favourite trees in particular are pine trees (or just evergreen trees in general)

he used to be afraid of the dark (many possibly worrying? interesting? implications to this; i won’t get into it here tho)

he likes bright colours, but wears black all the time basically for the aesthetic

he met his younger half-sister, Ulla, when he was a seer’s apprentice in Fjerda 

the darkling is a musician! He plays the fiddle, and growing up, he played the balalaika and oud (i wonder if he can read tablature,,) 

His father was a very powerful heartrender (maybe this is why the corporalki are valued so highly by him?)

genya

she got an amplifier between the end of R+R and the start of KoS (kestrel bones)

Genya used Dekora Nevich, the Ornamental Blade, to poison the King

It smells like cinnamon and is a warm golden colour

the royal family / nikolai’s bio family 

the King once cut himself on his own sword

genya named the queen’s dog 

until she was like 11, Genya was like the daughter the queen never had (omg i really wonder how Nikolai and Vasily felt about that? ik it’s not really mentioned, and Nik kinda acts like he just met Genya is S+S, but they must have been a lot closer, right?? I mean genya was almost always at the grand palace with Queen Tatiana, and nikolai just really wanted his parents’ attention, there must have been some kind of maybe one-sided jealousy/sibling rivalry thing, right?? I digress- for now)

also the queen in a dog person

p. sure Nikolai is a mommy’s boy

(possible explanation:) he looks exactly like his real father (except for his eyes). Nikolai even has the same laugh as Magnus

the queen was also fed up with Vasily and his horses

Vasily rides a white gelding horse and Nikolai rides a speckled grey horse (called Punchline)

speaking of, vasily is definitely a horse girl, but like... just the worst (darkling 🤝vasily)

Queen Tatiana’s letters to Magnus Opjer were “very racy” 

 She doesn’t approve of women in trousers

Linnea is ~1 year younger than Nikolai

she is good at math + studies engineering at ketterdam (I wonder if maybe she and Nikolai crossed paths when he was at uni- they’re around the same age, so maybe?)

The King and Queen hired a clown for nikolai’s 10th birthday (the worst birthday party he’d been to, inclusive of the night Vasily died, according to Nikolai)

Nikolai is afraid of spiders (and also clowns???)

nikolai:

he can juggle

Nikolai sucks at learning languages 

he once spoke Fjerdan so badly a man named Knut offered him a ruby to stop

his Kerch seems pretty good tho

Nikolai met The Darkling when he was 14

Nikolai is a baritone (as is Jesper!)

In his free time, Nikolai writes bad poetry (remember that time he got stabbed w/ a letter opener bc his poetry sucked?)

he went through an emo phase/ existential crisis before becoming sturmhond.

during said emo phase, he wrote rhyming poetry pretty much exclusively

He also took philosophy classes at uni (PPE?)

alina:

alina tried on the same rose dress that the Queen watched vasily die in

Nikolai gifted Alina a VERY low-cut cobalt lace gown (In the words of Nadia, “The bodice might as well be cut to the navel.” )

Alina hates herring, but Zoya and Nikolai love it

She is VERY sarcastic and snarky!! I feel like this gets glossed over so much in the fandom, and just why?? (she’s so gloomy and over everything 90% of the time, i love it so much)

So this isn’t technically a fact-fact, but there is no way Alina wasn’t at least a little bit into women. Did you read how she talked abt genya? Zoya? there’s no way she wasn’t into them

Alina doesn’t really like hard cheese

zoya + zoyalai:

Zoya’s horse is called Serebrine

Zoya can use her lightning as a defibrillator (I’m sure other squallers can do this too with the right training)

Zoya likes Nikolai’s hands (and Nikolai likes Zoya’s feet lmao)

she has ‘weird (long?) incisors’  

she definitely had a crush on Nikolai since Ruin and Rising

kaz:

Kaz grew up on a farm in Southern Kerch, in Lij

Kaz is a both a cat and a dog person  (he just likes strays)

Matthias is a dog person, obviously

All the other crows are cat people 

He likes hot chocolate

both he and nikolai like brandy

hates cereal

Kaz is obsessed with magic + likes puzzles

actually very funny if he wasn’t terrifying (honestly?? at leat 70% of his dialogue is just witty quips/jokes)

Kaz’s right leg is the one he broke, and the dregs usually get their tattoo on their right forearm

the other crows:

Jesper has been known to go line-dancing (and would like country music) 

Mal and Jesper were friends in S+S!! (Probably) Jesper has a not-really-secret crush on sturmhond. 

He also had a VERY not secret crush on Kaz before wylan, ofc

Matthias’ middle name is Benedik

Nina would win in an arm wrestling contest against Jesper

Inej has a thing for Kaz’s eyes

Nina was at the orphanage with the other grisha kids in R+R

In the opening scene of CK, Jesper was wearing a navy waistcoat with little gold stars (his fashion is just top tier honestly)

grisha- powers, etc.:

A solar eclipse would have no effect on the Darkling’s powers, but it would make it harder for Alina to summon.

Fabrikators can make flowers bloom

The twins have shark teeth amplifiers

Adrik and Leoni are saints

general world stuff:

Gay marriage is legal in Kerch!

there was a landbridge connecting Shu Han and Kerch but the council of tides covered it

Antimony is used as mascara

kruge is pale purple paper currency

ravkan currency has Nikolai’s face on it (ig not anymore tho?)

Hringkälla is celebrated on March 20th

the distance between Ivets and Os Alta is only about 100 miles? (i’m just going to willfully ignore this, because thats,, so small?)

Mermaids and dragons exist(ed) in the grishaverse

misc:

the daughter of the duke of ivets has a daughter who can play the harp

there is not fourth tale of krigi

The baroness Natasha Beritrova is fifty (as of KoS) and has lands near caryeva

Elke Marie Smit is from one of the most powerful Kerch families and is just 16 in KoS

Oncat is an orange tabby

Anya liked Joost a lot :( (I got way too attached to them at the start of SoC and was so sad + confused when they died lol)

david eats hard boiled eggs for his working days in the shops

‘Malyen’ is the Ravkan version of ‘Malcolm’ (very fitting)

Nikolai brought the kids at Keramzin toy boats + frequently sends Alina and Mal gifts 

The triumvirate would also visit them every feast of Sankt Nikolai too :)

star signs / birthdays (ik the gv constellations aren’t the same as ours, but idc):

Inej: Cancer (june 21st - july 22nd)

Kaz: Capricorn (december 22nd - january 19th)

Nina: Leo (july 23rd - august 22nd)

Jesper: Gemini (may 21st - june 20th)

Matthias: Taurus (april 20th - may 20th)

Wylan: virgo (august 23rd - september 22nd)

Kuwei: aries (march 21st - april 19th)

Darkling: aries

Nikolai is most likely either a gemini or cancer (but he could also be a Leo or Taurus). Whatever it is, he is a summer baby.

Alina and Mal have the same birthday (they were given the Duke’s birthday when they came to the orphanage)

heights:

Jesper is 6’2” - 6’3”

Kaz is 6′

Matthias is 6’4

Nina is 5’9”-5’10”

Inej is 5’3” - 5’4”

Alina is ’short’ (5’3”?)

Mal and the Darkling are ‘tall’ (tbf, like all the characters are tall >:( I want my short people rights)

Nikolai  (well, stumhond, but i think they’re the same height) is described by Jesper as tall (so 6’2”+?? why is everyone so tall??? I-)

Zoya is several inches shorter than nina (zoyalai height difference lets go)

Kuwei is slightly shorter than Wylan (who is about 5’8”?)

there’s definitely more, so if you made it this far and have any more, pls add to the list!

[madsthewordclown]

Fire Lily | Pt. 12

warnings: none

a/n: Sorry this took me this long, guys! I’m back in school and am a little bit busier now, but I promise I’ll update as much as I can! Be warned that I did write a portion of this chapter with Can We Sing the Darkness to Light in my brain (it’s a choral piece and I’m a nerd lol) and so I probably found some of what I wrote a lot more emotionally compelling than it is due to my fragile state of mind when I hear a good tenor part. Whoops.

This chapter takes place during “The Headband.” The story kind of stalls for a bit here in the aftermath of Crossroads of Destiny, so I’m sorry about that, but I promise I’ve got some more exciting things planned for later!

Fire Lily Masterlist

The Fire Nation was weird. It was a thought that Y/N couldn’t get out of her head. Everywhere Y/N had been in the Earth Kingdom (besides Ba Sing Se, which was strange and creepy within its own right), had had the shadow of war looming over it constantly. Here, it was like it didn’t exist.

There was no fear in the Fire Nation, not like there was in the Earth Kingdom, and nothing like what Katara and Sokka had described about the Southern Water Tribe. Here, they weren’t constantly on alert. They could relax. Somehow, the Fire Nation had always been on the offensive. These people didn’t know what it was like, hearing about armies creeping closer to your home.

It was also strange to think about how Zuko lived there. The Fire Nation was his home. Y/N was letting herself think about Zuko now, every once in a while. She let herself think about Jet, too. She thought of him every time she picked up her swords to spar with Sokka. She thought of him every time she lit their fire at night.

They were staying in a cave outside of the village, and it gave Y/N the heebie-jeebies. She didn’t like how dark and damp it was, and it made her feel trapped. Toph felt right at home, surrounded on all sides by earth. Meanwhile, Sokka couldn’t get past the threat of “enemy birds.”

“They’re Fire Nation birds, guys,” Sokka insisted, waving his arms frantically to deter the birds in question.

“They’re birds, Sokka,” Katara corrected, rolling her eyes.

“So, this is how it’s going to be until the invasion.” Sokka looked around at their surroundings—the cave, some rocks, grass.

“Hiding in cave after cave after cave…” Y/N shuddered, glaring at the mouth of the cave.

“We don’t need to be cave people,” Katara said, putting a reassuring hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “What we need is some new clothes.”

“Yeah,” Aang agreed, “blending in is better than hiding out. We’ll be safer with Fire Nation disguises.”

As much as Y/N hated wearing Fire Nation clothes, she hated constant cave-living more. “I like that plan.”

“We don’t want to sit around and eat cave hoppers,” Toph said, hitting the cave wall. A few of the bugs came tumbling onto the ground, and Momo scooped one up and ate it with a chomp. Y/N winced. “They have much better food out there.”

“Well, where are we going to get clothes?” Sokka questioned, crossing his arms. “We don’t have nearly enough money.”

Y/N thought for a moment. “We could just steal some. I thought I saw some clotheslines when we flew in.”

The others stared at her for a moment.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures?” Y/N added, uncertainly. Yes, they were the “good guys,” but they also needed clothes, and no one had any better ideas.

“Okay,” Katara agreed quickly. “Let’s go.”

---

As it turned out, stealing had been very fun. Y/N wondered briefly if that made her a bad person, but she had managed to find a ribbon for her hair, and the feeling of having it away from her face made her question her morals a lot less.

Y/N did try her best to find something that wasn’t red, to no avail. Soon, they were all clad in their Fire Nation getup. It felt a lot better than the soldier’s uniform, but Y/N still wasn’t sold on the red. Sokka and Aang seemed to be enjoying themselves, though, and Aang seemed a lot less upset about covering up his arrow.

Y/N was very unsure about the sleeveless red top and dark grey pants that she was left with. But it was definitely better than her tattered dress, and the ensemble was easier to move in. She liked how her arms were completely free, and the long pants made the grass let scratchy.

Katara and Toph looked great in their outfits, although Katara did seem upset about having to remove her necklace, and Toph had already punched the soles out of her new shoes. They made the unanimous decision to go into town and get some shopping done with the money they had left.

“Here.” Y/N took her own money out of her bag, as well as the gold cup with her family crest. “We can all use this. I don’t really need it anymore.”

It was time to let go of the cup. It would be useful to them, at least. And there were plenty more heirlooms in her family. And now, standing side by side with the Avatar, two of the most powerful benders in the world, and Sokka, in his genius, Y/N felt more confident than ever that maybe she’d be able to make it back home. Her father could forgive her for getting rid of the cup. Her mother thought it was ugly, anyway.

“Are you sure?” Aang asked with some concern. Y/N nodded.

“It’ll be more useful to us if we trade it,” Y/N insisted. Besides, the cup was just another reminder of Ba Sing Se.

“Wait.” Katara stopped Y/N as the others turned to leave. “Your hair. The ponytail is too low. The Fire Nation has them higher.”

“Oh.” Y/N didn’t know why she hadn’t thought of it. She pulled the deep red ribbon out of her hair.

“Here, let me help,” Katara said, pulling the ribbon from Y/N’s hands. Y/N was tall, so she had to crouch a bit, allowing Katara to secure her hair into a ponytail that sat towards the crown of her head.

“Better,” Katara hummed approvingly. She took Y/N’s hand. “Now let’s go.”

The village they were in was vibrant and peaceful, Y/N noticed. There were plenty of people around, and Y/N hadn’t seen any soldiers yet. The group decided it was safe to split up if they wanted to. Y/N followed Toph and Katara to a jewelry booth.

Y/N helped Katara pick out a new necklace, and Toph donned a small crown. Y/N was a bit surprised—Toph didn’t seem like the type to appreciate jewelry. Y/N bought a set of matching gold bangles to put on her wrists.

“You know,” Katara suggested as she secured the necklace around her throat, “we could get you something for your swords. I know Jet had something like that.” Katara’s voice caught on Jet’s name for just a moment before recovering.

It would very useful, Y/N knew. She could always bend, but she felt like Katara could tell she had mixed feelings about it. Plus, she knew more about wielding the swords than proper firebending.

After a lot of scouring, Toph managed to locate a store for weaponry. Y/N asked the shopkeeper for advice on what to look for. He had seemed confused for a moment, and Y/N remembered that hook swords probably weren’t a common choice here—she had read once in her library that they were a traditional weapon from the northern Earth Kingdom. But luckily, the shopkeeper hadn’t asked any questions and directed her to the right area.

Y/N ended up settling on a belt-like sheath, with two loops at her hips that the hooked points of the sword easily fit through, but it would get stuck at the handle, holding the swords securely but still allowing for Y/N to pull them out without much trouble.

“Six gold pieces,” the shopkeeper said in an unnecessarily loud voice. Y/N frowned. They only had a few silver pieces and the cup left, and Sokka and Aang had the rest of the money. Y/N pulled the cup out of her bag and set it on the counter.

“I’ll trade this for it.” The shopkeeper’s eyes widened.

“Where did you get that?” He asked, eyeing the piece. It looked as if he thought it was fake; he picked it up and tapped it on the counter a few times.

“I’m from the colonies,” Y/N said. It wasn’t a complete lie. Technically, she was. The man gave her a brief look of disgust.

“It’s worth more than what you’re asking,” Y/N pressed, tapping a beat on the counter impatiently. She hoped he wouldn’t ask more questions or say anything about what his sour face was for.

“Deal,” the man said finally, taking the cup and stashing it behind the counter. Y/N felt surprisingly little as she watched it disappear from sight, and any wisps of sadness were expunged when she secured the belt around her waist.

Y/N walked back with Katara and Toph to their cave hideout. Sokka was already waiting, but Aang was nowhere to be found.

“I’m sure he’s fine,” Y/N reassured. “There aren’t very many soldiers in this village, and his tattoos are covered.”

“Yeah, Twinkle Toes can handle himself,” Toph agreed, plopping down onto the grass.

“Hey, Y/N?” Sokka called, waving his arm. “Want to look over some of these plans with me?”

Before Y/N could respond, Katara was speaking. “You never ask me to help you with that stuff.”

“Hey,” Sokka protested. “You and Aang and Toph handle the bending, and Y/N and I will handle the plans. No offense, Y/N.”

“None taken.” Y/N knew her bending was almost useless—she could light their fire at night, but other than that she only knew a few basic moves. In a true bending fight, she was done for.

Y/N walked over to join Sokka, sitting on the grass in front of a rock that he was using as a makeshift table. Y/N was a bender, sure, but it was nice to have a non-bender around. Y/N wasn’t comfortable with her bending like the others, who were all masters of their own elements when she had never even had a formal teacher.

“I tried looking into that boiling rock you were talking about a bit more,” Sokka explained, spreading a map across the rock that he hadn’t shown her before. It was an older map of the Fire Nation—Y/N wasn’t sure where he got it.

“I couldn’t come up with much, but my guess is somewhere like that would probably be in one of the more volcanic regions of the Fire Nation.”

“But why would my brother be in the Fire Nation?” Y/N wondered aloud.

“What?” Sokka looked at her in confusion, an eyebrow raised. “You’re looking for your brother?”

“Um…” Y/N hummed awkwardly. “Yeah. He was arrested by the Fire Nation before I left home. I had a weird dream a few days ago, and he said something about a boiling rock.” She could tell Sokka was looking at her sympathetically, although she made a point to focus her eyes on the map.

“I know it’s a long shot,” Y/N acknowledged, “but I thought I’d at least try.”

“No, I totally get it,” Sokka shrugged. “You want him to be safe. I get that. He’s your brother.”

“I feel like it’s my fault,” Y/N admitted. “I didn’t help him. I actually made the situation worse.” Y/N gave a dry laugh. “I don’t know if he’d want to see me.”

“Of course he wants to see you.” Sokka looked affronted. “He’s your brother, and you’re supposed to take care of each other.”

“Yes,” Y/N groaned, “but I didn’t!”

“He’s your older brother, right?” Sokka clarified, his head echoing your nod in response.

“Well,” Sokka paused, as if searching for the right words, “as an older brother, I’m sure he wants to see you. And Y/N, I know it’s hard when you want to protect someone, and you fail.” Sokka’s eyes were filled with a sadness that made Y/N want to reach out and hug him, but she held off.

“But that doesn’t mean that that person is going to be angry at you,” Sokka continued carefully. Y/N felt like he was reassuring himself as much as he was her. “And even if you fail, you can keep doing everything you can to protect the people you care about. And I’m sure that he wants to do the same for you.”

“Thanks, Sokka,” Y/N said softly, her eyes beginning to water. Before she could back away, Sokka was pulling her into a hug.

Y/N hugged him back. She realized she hadn’t hugged anyone since… well, before she left home. They stayed there for a moment, before Sokka pulled away.

“Ready to review my schedule?” Sokka asked, suddenly upbeat. He unrolled a scroll that spread all the way across the rock and down onto the grass.

“Oh my…” The entire thing was color-coded. Y/N wondered where he got the ink for that. “Hand me a pen.”

Sokka smiled as they went to work.

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Aang returned to camp later in the afternoon and was properly lectured by Katara. Sokka was completely appalled.

“You’re enrolled in Fire Nation school?” Sokka asked for the tenth time. Aang’s answer didn’t change.

“Yes. And we learn about the secret river tomorrow!” Aang reminded them. The secret river was the only thing getting Sokka to moderately accept the idea. Y/N thought Sokka was too easily persuaded by weird sneak-attack opportunities. “But I can’t go back unless I bring my parents to meet with the headmaster right now.”

“Y/N can be a pretty convincing actress,” Toph suggested. “Not for me, since I can tell when you’re lying, but others seem pretty convinced.”

“Sokka, Y/N,” Aang pleaded, “will you pretend to be my parents?”

“Sure,” Y/N agreed. If Aang really wanted to go to this school, she would help. She remembered how much she wished she could go to school. While it was still far from a normal experience… Aang deserved to have some fun like a regular kid.

“I don’t know,” Sokka murmured, looking contemplative.

“Secret river, Sokka!”

“Fine,” Sokka gave in. “But first we need to get our disguises!”

“Disguises?” Y/N echoed, but Sokka was already running off, Aang following enthusiastically behind him.

When Sokka and Aang returned, Y/N almost died from laughter. The beard plastered to Sokka’s face was ridiculous. She had no clue where he got it.

“Y/N, make your hair look more mature and put this in your shirt,” Sokka ordered, holding out a bundle of cloth fashioned into a smooth round shape. It looked like a bag stuff with wool.

“What?”

Sokka sighed exasperatedly. “Do you want to be convincing or not?”

“Fine.”

Y/N felt ridiculous and was pretty sure she looked almost as ridiculous as Sokka as Aang led them into the school building. Y/N noticed how everything inside seemed a little bit short, and portraits of Fire Lord Ozai hung on the walls, Fire Nation insignias everywhere. Y/N had never seen the Fire Lord’s face before until Aang had brought back his macaroni portrait.

Zuko didn’t look like him, Y/N noticed. Ozai’s face was sharp—Zuko’s was kinder. But Y/N found herself imagining Zuko on that poster, with his shaggy hair and scar, and that look on his face when he fired at the Avatar.

Y/N took a seat with Sokka and Aang as they entered the headmaster’s office. The headmaster was a severe-looking man with the same beard, sideburns, and thin mustache that all of the Fire Nation men Y/N had met seemed to have. He greeted them as they took their seats.

“Thank you for coming, Mr. and Mrs…”

“Fire,” Sokka replied haughtily. His accent was atrocious. “Wang Fire.” Y/N held back a snort.

“And this is my wife,” Sokka gestured to Y/N, “Sapphire.”

It took everything in Y/N’s power to not roll her eyes. “Sapphire Fire. Nice to meet you.”

“Well, Mr. and Mrs.,” the headmaster paused, “Fire. Your son has been enrolled here for two days and is already causing problems. He’s argued with his history teacher, disrupted music class, and roughed up my star pupil.”

“That doesn’t sound like our Kuzon!” Y/N said, giving Aang a discrete bump of her elbow when he smiled.

“That’s what any mother would say, ma’am,” the headmaster responded. “Nonetheless, you’re forewarned. If we continue to have problems, I’ll have to send him to reform school.”

“Reform school?” Y/N asked.

“By that, I mean the coal mines.” The headmaster stood, glaring down at them.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Headmaster,” Sokka said. Y/N wanted to facepalm. “I’ll straighten this boy out something fierce!” Sokka turned to Aang. “Young man, when we get home, you’re in for the punishment of a lifetime!”

The headmaster seemed rather satisfied with that response, nodding with a slight smirk.

“Thank you for informing us of our son’s behavior,” Y/N told him, trying to sound professional to make up for Sokka’s over-the-top character. “Goodbye.”

“Success!” Sokka cheered as soon as they were out of earshot. Y/N punched his arm.

“Wang Fire?” Y/N questioned incredulously.

“What? It’s a good name!” Sokka whined, rubbing the spot on his arm.

“Sapphire Fire?” Aang added with a smirk.

“Okay, so maybe that one wasn’t my best,” Sokka admitted, stroking his beard.

“Will you please get rid of that thing?” Y/N already didn’t like how much Sokka was enjoying his fake facial hair.

“Never,” Sokka replied with a smile.

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masterlist - ao3 - last chapter - next chapter 

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Lorcan collapsed onto his back down on the cool grass, panting heavily and tossing a tattooed arm over his eyes.

He fucking hated cardio. 

Hill sprints were the worst, but he had figured they would wake him up the best. As he caught his breath, he stared up at the pale blue sky, dotted with fluffy clouds, dyed orange from the sunrise. 

There was nothing like the sunrises of his hometown and that quickly, Lorcan was cursing his aunt. She couldn’t have just let him be, let him resent his father for not being there, for never having time for him or his sisters. 

Aneha and Sadirah hadn’t wanted him to go to Perranth, but Lorcan figured… he owed his father that much. To see someone of his blood on the throne, he supposed. 

Elide was a complication. Since moving in, he had hardly seen her. 

More often than not, he ate some sort of dinner with Rowan, the old friends catching up on the years they’d missed. Lorcan thought, out of everyone, Rowan’s reaction to his pursual was the one he’d dreaded the most. 

He wouldn’t ever admit it, but he had been terrified. Their friendship and previous relationship had both been built on complete honesty. Rowan hadn’t been mad, per se, more hurt. Angered, but not angry, on Elide’s behalf. 

Their relationship intrigued Lorcan. They acted not unlike him and his sisters. 

His thoughts circled back to Elide, like always. Lorcan mentally berated himself, unable to wipe the look of hurt that flashed over her face when she saw him again. Fuck, why couldn’t he just mind his own business? She could handle herself. 

Lorcan sat up, groaning in pain at the stiffness of his tired muscles. There’s a reason you don’t sit down after working out, dumbass, he thought to himself. He braced his hands behind him, pushing his body up. 

A blurred form moved towards him, crashing into him. In his unbalanced state, Lorcan fell back and let out a soft grunt. He looked up, finding a very heavy dog standing on his chest. Before he could do anything, he heard someone cackling. 

He couldn’t move, so he moved his head to the side, seeing Elide standing on the gravel path. She was laughing so hard, she had to bend over, her hands clutching her stomach. Lorcan rolled his eyes, turning his gaze back to the very fluffy animal. “Hey, bud,” he said, letting the dog sniff him. 

Elide called for her pet, “Bear, c’mere!” 

Bear snapped her head up, quickly bounding away and digging her back feet into Lorcan’s gut as a jumping off point. He swore low and slowly got to his feet. “Morning, Elide.” 

“Fuck off and go fuck yourself,” she said in a fraudulently sweet voice, her round lips flashing him a honeyed grin.

He laughed, unable to control how he perked up when she gave him her attention, “Eat shit and die.” Lorcan didn’t miss the way she ogled his half-bare body. Her face went a bit slack as she tracked her gaze over his chest. 

He could’ve sworn her cheeks pinked when they dipped lower. “Like the view, do you, sweetheart?” The moment the words left his mouth, her blush disappeared and she flipped him off before putting her earbuds back in and continuing on with her jog. 

Lorcan cursed himself, watching her ass in her spandex shorts. He liked seeing her blush, would’ve liked to learn how else he could make her cheeks turn red without him pissing her off. 

He had to remind himself Elide was a complication. Nothing more, nothing less.

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Sweetheart. 

Oh, how Elide loathed Lorcan Salvaterre with her entire being. Him being built like that only served to make her hate it that much more. People with chests as defined as his and his gods-damned Adonis belt… Anneith above. She forgot the point she was trying to make.

His tattoos fit him well. They were harsh, stark black against his skin, depicting what she assumed was a legend of his people, but she couldn’t tell. 

She left Bear with the groundskeeper for the day and walked to the entertainment room. Aelin, Rowan, and Lysandra were sitting in the plush movie chairs. Ress, ever dutifully, stood beside the door, his arms crossed over his chest. 

Elide threw herself down on the couch, scowling at the PowerPoint Lysandra and Aelin had put together of her options. “Let’s get this over with.” Aelin, from the chair closest to the couch, reached over and squeezed Elide’s knee reassuringly. 

Elide softened, lacing her fingers through Aelin’s as Lysandra clicked the remote. “Alright, there are many options, Elide. First up, Duke Perrington of Adarlan.” 

Looking at the slide, her instincts screamed no. Elide read the side profile next to his picture, which was less than promising. “Hmm, rich man… he’s only forty-two? He looks like he’s at least seventy years old.” 

“I think that’s the drug problem,” Rowan commented, glaring at the screen. “Not him.” 

Lysandra nodded and ticked something off on her list, clicking on the next slide, “Nox Owens? No title, but wealthy family, high education, early twenties…” 

Elide tilted her head to the side, surveying the picture. He was handsome, fresh faced. Startlingly slate-grey eyes, his hair inky and falling artfully over his brow. There was a certain edge of mischief in his eyes that Elide appreciated. “And he’s from Perranth?” 

“Mm-hmm. Has a business degree from Havilliard College for Boys,” Lysandra said, twirling her pen skillfully between her fingers. “What do you think?” 

Elide hummed, drumming her fingers over the couch cushion. “Shortlist him. Do we have any non-Erilean options? A marriage would strengthen political ties.” Rowan shot her a look, displeased by her surgical, logical approach to it. Elide didn’t care. If she was being forced into a no-doubt loveless marriage, she might as well gain allies because of it. 

“We do,” Aelin said, sighing softly as she took the remote from Lysandra and clicked through some of the options. Elide made her stop on one and turned, gawking at Aelin. 

“Hollin Havilliard? The sixteen-year old?” 

The queen shrugged, “They don't have a minimum marriageable age in Adarlan.” 

“Well, we have one here,” Elide hissed, snatching the remote from her cousin. “I don’t need a new reason for the lords to hate me and marrying a child won’t exactly help me.” She shook her head, holding back a few very choice words back. 

She clicked through the next few slides, shaking her head no at the Southern Empire’s eldest, Arghun and his younger brother, Kashin. “I have no interest in fighting for another crown.” 

They debated and argued for the rest of the slideshow, all feeling frayed when they arrived at the very last slide. 

Lysandra looked exhausted, slumping her shoulders, “And the last man is… Fenrys Marama, Lord of Doranelle.” 

Rowan, who had just taken a sip of water, choked, coughing violently. The women looked at him curiously, their brows raised. Elide asked, “Are you alright?” 

He nodded, his face bright red, “Yeah, I’m fine.” His voice was strained and he drank deeply from his glass. “Please, continue.” 

Elide looked at him weirdly, but turned her attention back to Fenrys. “He’s so pretty,” she said, looking at the picture of him smiling. His teeth were straight and pearly white, one deep dimple on his right cheek. He wore his coily, dense hair in long, halfway thick locks. Gold wire cuffs adorned them sporadically, the light jewellery making an arresting contrast against his deep, umber complexion.

He had a short-bridged, wide nose that centred nicely on his face, the glint of a simple septum ring shining. 

“What do we know about him?” she asked someone, the question directed at no one in particular. 

“He isn’t set to inherit anything because he’s the second born twin to his brother, Connall. He’s twenty-two, just passed the LSAT with a 174 and has applied to a couple Terrasenian law schools,” Lysandra said. “Has a bit of a playboy reputation, but hasn’t been in any tabloids or articles for the past couple months.” 

Someone made a strangled sound behind them. Elide turned, her face showing concern for Ress. “Ress, are you alright?” 

Her bodyguard dropped his gaze, looking down at the carpeted floor, “Yeah, um, I just- excuse me for a minute.” He didn’t wait another second before fleeing from the room, the door slamming shut behind him. 

They all looked at each other in bewilderment, utterly confused by Ress’ strange behaviour.  

Aelin was the first to shrug, “He must not be feeling well.” Rowan nodded and stood up. “And where are you going?” 

“I have to call someone,” he said smoothly, kissing her cheek and messing up Elide’s hair. “Bye, Lyss.” 

Lysandra waved, spared by his juvelinity, “Good-bye, Rowan.” The silver-haired man closed the door quietly and his footsteps receded down the hall. “So, Fenrys?” 

Elide looked at Aelin, nodding once, “Fenrys.” 

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Rowan checked his watch again, anxiously looking at the time over and over. He felt like he could feel the light tick against his skin and it put him on edge. 

Being on time had never exactly been Lorcan’s strong suit. 

Two minutes later, Lorcan strolled into the bar, nodding serenely in recognition as their eyes met. He moved carefully through the packed bar, more mindful of his movements due to his larger stature. 

There was already a glass of whiskey waiting for him as he slid onto the stool across the small table. “Hey, Ro,” he said, taking a slow sip of the amber liquor. “How’s, uh, Elide?” 

Rowan shot Lorcan a look, warning him not to push it. “How do you think, Lorcan? She graduated university less than a month ago and now she’s getting married to someone she doesn’t fucking know.” He didn’t need to tell Lorcan it was his fault. 

Lorcan flinched and averted his gaze, remorse shining in his dark eyes. “I… yeah.” He toyed with the elastic on his wrist, pulling it back and letting it snap against his skin over and over. Eventually, he shoved his hair into a messy bun at his nape, his fingers drumming restlessly over the table. “Did she find someone?” 

Rowan leaned back on his seat, cocking his head to the side, “What’s it to you?” 

Lorcan shrugging, “Nothing, I don’t care either way.” Rowan snorted, shaking his head as he sipped on his drink. “What? Who is it? Don’t tell me it’s someone like Perrington or any Adarlanian guy.” 

“Thought you didn’t care,” Rowan said, his interest piqued by Lorcan’s… consideration. That he cared enough to know who an eligible husband would be. It made some sense, he would’ve planned this out with Maeve and Vernon. 

Rowan pushed away the thought that Lorcan wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t think about that now. 

“I don’t care, but if the first time we met, I… I dunno, saved her, I guess, from some gross little lordling. It’d be hypocritical of me to force a marriage between her and some junkie like Perrington,” Lorcan said, staring down at his whiskey like the crystal glass held all the answers of the universe. 

“Why did you dance with her, Lor,” Rowan asked quietly, his voice tired. 

Lorcan muttered something, his shoulders curling down, “She looked like she needed help. I know I’m a prick, but not that kind.” He knocked back the rest of his drink, grabbing Rowan’s empty glass as he got up to walk over to the bar. Lorcan stepped away, pausing when a thought crossed his mind. “So did they choose?” 

“Yeah,” Rowan said, meeting Lorcan’s nervous gaze. “They did.” 

“Hellas, Ro, fucking tell me already.” 

“It’s Fen.”

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an: .....hehe 🤭 

more: Fenrys' last name "marama" means light in a variety of polynesian languages ! ummm basically i think moonbeam is a stupid name and so did my lovely friend ezra @tinywolfofeyllwe​ so he came up with this name ! all creds go to him and im very thankful he lets me use it haha 

also ! both lorcan's sisters' names (aneha and sadirah) are tweaked from stars/constellations i thought were pretty ! this will be more apparent later, but i write lorcan as indigenous in all my fics (specifically lakota) so just keep that in mind for the future ! 

@mythicaitt​​​ @tinywolfofeyllwe​​​ @schmlip-scribble​​​ @the-regal-warrior​​​ @empire-of-wildfire​​​ @ladyverena​��​ @ttakeitbacknoww​​​ @shyvioletcat​​​ @alifletcher2012​​​ @tswaney17​​​ @ourbooksuniverse​​​  @flora-and-fae​​​ @thesirenwashere​​​ @queenofxhearts​​​ @maastrash​​​ @mynewdreamwasyou​​​ @cursebreaker29​​​ @empress-ofbloodshed​​​ @b00kworm​​​ @hizqueen4life​​​ @silversprings98​​​ @amren-courtofdreams​​​ @minaidss​​​ @superspiritfestival​​​ @sanakapoor​​​ @ireallyshouldsleeprn​​​​ @spyofthenightcourt​​​​ @januarystears​​​​ @aelinfeyreeleven945tbln​​ @magicalunicorngypsy​ @elriel4life​

[not404error1]

Soulmate AU

Any type of soulmate AU 

If Only By  kathrinecoveys (AO3, G, 2277 w, Identifying Marks, Tea shop, Identity Porn, WIP)  

 from my prompt off of my tumblr: "soulmate au where ½ of the couple gets a tattoo of their soulmate’s name on them. sokka gets zuko’s name suddenly tattooed on him and he freaks tf out because soulmates aren’t supposed to be enemies and soulmates surely don’t send a combustion man after each other. he decides to ignore the tattoo and pursue his own destiny, when he meets a tea shop employee named lee. sokka finds himself falling in love with lee more and more each time he visits the shop. zuko isn’t aware that sokka doesn’t know it’s him. honestly he likes messing with him but then finds himself falling in love too."  

Soulmates and other reasons the universe hates Zuko By anonymous (AO3, M, 52,463 w, Identifying Marks, Enimes to friends to lovers, Angst, Canon Compliant) 

In which Zuko and Sokka find out they’re soulmates in the absolute worst way possible.

Soulmarks and Surprises By  ambersky0319 (AO3, G, 1,549 w, Identifying Marks, Cannon Compliant) 

Soulmarks and soulmates were something that was pushed to the back of people's minds once the fire nation attacked... Suddenly, it was no longer a priority to find the one you were supposedly destined to be with, all according to black images somewhere on your body. Well, Sokka at least doesn't have to look too far to find his soulmate.

another time, another place By  cosmicenergy (AO3, T, 21699 w, Identifying Marks, Cannon Compliant, Minor Angst)

Depicted on his forearm was the outline of two crossed swords, like those that he had read about in stories of the warriors who were out fighting the great battles in the war. He was always proud of his marking, not only cause it made him look cool, but he figured that his soulmate must be cool because of the swords too, right? Except, the one problem was that his soulmate wasn’t in the southern water tribe. (Alternatively; everyone is born with a mark that ties them to their soulmate. Let’s just say that Sokka hasn’t had the best luck when it’s come to his.)

a place to belong By  preciousbunnynoiz (AO3, T,  54,683 w, Autistic Zuko, WIP, I haven’t Read this one yet :() 

Sokka and Zuko are soulmates. Because of this from the time they are small the spirits take them to visit each other. No one else can see the spirit version of the other but it doesn't take much for the two to become friends. But with their countries divided by war Zuko has to decide where his loyalties really are and maybe save not only his soulmate but his nation and his family from his father. Sokka has to decide how exactly he feels about Zuko and come to terms with how much the spirit world likes him.But they can do it together. 

moving mountains By  thefangirlingdead (AO3, M, 64,074 w,  Pinning, comic compliant, slow burn, getting engaged, betrothal necklace)

"Soulmates are chosen by the spirits and can hear each other’s thoughts. Sokka thinks it’s cheesy and dumb. Zuko thinks it’s poetic justice that he doesn’t have one because he doesn’t deserve it. Cruel irony is finding out that the prince of the Fire Nation (and the person currently hunting you) is your soulmate.(Set during and after the events of ATLA, and during some of the events of the comics that follow. This was an excuse to write a slow-burn where Sokka and Zuko are soulmates)"

 *One of My Favorites

Zuko Doesn't Have a Mark by OccasionalStorytelling  (AO3, T, 1050, Soulmate AU, oblivious zukko, oblivious sokka)  

"It's not really that he doesn't have a soulmate mark. It's that his father burned it away, and it never came back. Zuko knows it's because he doesn't deserve a mark in the first place, much less one for someone in the water tribe.

Sokka is just happy he finally got his mark."

I'm a patchwork, but you're my thread by penfae (AO3, T, 13754 w, soulmate AU (kinda talks about soulmates a lot so), post war,  proposal, enemies to friends to lovers)

He confronts Iroh about this information, telling him that soulmates must not be real, or at least not anything special, if the Fire Nation has dismissed the very idea for over a century. His uncle only shakes his head and tells him that the universe is all about balance, and that balance extends to who each one of them spends their life with.

Zuko throws his hands above his head in frustration. “Uncle, you were the one who told me that soulmates don’t exist,” he shouts.

Iroh smiles enigmatically. “No, nephew. I told you that there is nobody out there who makes up your other half.”

“That’s the same thing!”

His uncle’s dry chuckle follows him as he storms back to his chamber.

 moving lips to breathe your name (I opened up my eyes) by thesurielofficial @thesurielbitch (AO3,G, 4435w,  friends to lovers, soulmate AU, fluff)

Soulmates aren't found, they're made. Sokka is thirteen when he understands this and he wishes for a love so great that it transcends to a soulbond. And Zuko? Zuko knows he will never be loved the way someone must love you to be your soulmate, so what's the point of hoping, anyway?

and where you go, i will go too (yes, i am now a part of you) by AndyBoy (AO3, T, 4464w, soulmate au, mild angst, fluff, sokka is a dork, zuko is an awkward turtle duck)

“I, uh…” Zuko shifted in his seat. “Well…” He gestured vaguely, hands following the movement of his wrists. “Yes,” he settled on finally, averting his eyes. “I’ve met my soulmate.”

“What?” Sokka leaned forward interestedly, ignoring the soft ache behind his ribcage. “Is it that goth chick? Mel?”

“Mai,” Zuko snapped. “And...no, it’s not her.”

“Then who?” Suki asked. “Do we know her?”

“Yes—No. It doesn’t matter.”

“You don’t have to tell us, Zuko—” Katara started.

“Good!” Zuko said, standing up. “Because I don’t want to!”

--

Soulmate AU Where you see in grayscale until you hear your soulmate laugh for the first time. Sokka laughs a lot, loud, proud, and bright. Zuko...barely even smiles.

*one of my faves

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

SOMETHING ROMANTIC

Happy Lowman x Marcus Alvarez daughter!Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy, this is something I wrote for no reason. Gif isn't mine.

Warnings: Weirdo Happy perturbing Santo Padre.

Tag list: @starrynite7114 ​ @chibsytelford ​ @dazzledamazon ​ @mara-mpou ​ @sammskellington ​ @gemini0410 ​ @1-800-imagines ​ @briana-mishell24 ​ @sassymox @whyisgmora @aquamento @sadeyesgf 💥 (if you wanna be tagged, send me a message!)

The toothbrush goes from one side to another, turning when it reaches the corner of his mouth. He has the forearms over the picnic table, sitting next to Chibs, Tranq, Taza, Juice and Ray. They're talking about something that Happy can't hear focused on you, sitting on the floor and chewing gum with a spray gun in your right hand, painting the body of your bike, so concentrated in every line you're drawing that a war could be going on around you and you don't even know it. The ex-nomad could spend the rest of his life looking at you in silence, stunned at the way your fingers move so slowly and so precisely, feeling jealous just a second, wishing he could be in the position of your motorbike right now. And your fingertips touring his skin. Again.

“—ove”.

Happy turns his gaze to Chibs, while his brothers breaks in laughters. He wasn't paying attention, so he's waiting for his president to repeat the words.

“Shit, Happe', ya' looks lak'a teen in love”.

Frowning he puts his attention back to you. The scottish man is right, he hasn't even noticed that Marcus and Bishop have joined the table, staring at the Son'.

“I wanna marry your daughter, hermano”. Happy says with an appealing voice, without looking at your father, when he smells his unmistakable cologne.

The mexican raises both eyebrows sort of surprised and confused. Bishop is lost with his improvised decision.

“I think I'm in love with her”. He adds, feeling a lot of eyes on his person.

“What?” Taza asks about laugh bewildered.

“When you knew that, brotha’?” Marcus spoke this time, leaning above the table after turning at you for a while.

“This morning”.

They're expecting for something else, but he keeps letting his dark orbs travel all over your hands covered by paint stains, moving so easily that give him chills in his stomach.

“Watching her dancing naked”.

“You fell in love with her 'cause you saw her dancing naked?” Tranq tries to figure out how this could be possible.

“Did you see my daugh—? Did you fuck my daughter, man?”

“She was making me breakfast”.

Happy isn't listening, he don't give a shit if your father is about to tie him on the wall to rip his skin off, piece by piece. He's focused in the way your fingers get tangled in every bristle of your hair to create a messy bun with them. He's obsessed with your hands, as if he was spellbound. And he hasn't even seen you shoot a gun with them. That's gonna be his downfall.

“She was dancing ‘Adventure Time’ theme song, cooking pancakes and making me a cereal bowl”.

The other men are amazed by the way he has to talk about something so random with his typical and usual scratchy voice, as if he was talking about murder someone he doesn't even knows. But he's talking about you and his tone doesn't shake. That's why they know he's being serious.

“Anyone could do pancakes and a cereal bowl”. Juice laughs without knowing that his innocence is going to cost him to lose part of his physical integrity.

With a fast move and his gaze permanently on you, he grabs his nape hitting his head against the table with a noisy and loud sound. Juice starts to growl between curses and sobs, falling backwards towards the ground, when he wants to get up in his seat.

“Not even my mom knows that I like cereals before milk”.

Sons and Mayans are fascinated, putting their eyes on you. It's to hot outside, with the southern Cali' heat toasting your skin covered by colored tattoos. Getting up from the floor shaking the jumpsuit with knotted sleeves on your low waist, you take all your paint stuff between your arms walking towards the small plot with a roof on it, with some shading that will avoid the sun to makes you some burns in your shoulders. Leaving your things there, you walk back to your bike grabbing the handlebar to drive it there.

“She can run me over with her Harley whenever she wants, once and again till she kills me, drowning me with my own blood”.

“You're fuckin' perturbing me, man”. Bishop says with his face out of shape.

“He's that... kind of romantic”. Chibs palms your uncle's back laughing out loud.

“She hit you hard, eh, Happy?” Juice talks back, sitting again whilst rubs his forehead. Luckily he didn't break his nose.

“More than I could hit you till take away your last breathe”.

Holding the toothbrush between the forefinger and the thumb, he gets up of the bench, putting well his clothes on.

“The fac' ya' going, Happe'?” Chibs asks, whilst Marcus rubs his face hard with both hands.

“He's not gonna do'et, right?” Taza leaves the question in the air, looking at the men sitting around him, before getting his gaze back to the Son'.

He's walking with his self-confidence in the clouds, throwing away the toothbrush and his eyes on you, studying every gesture you made when you find him going towards you so serious that it's starting to scare you. Without a word, he takes off of his little finger a heavy gold seal skull-shaped, offering it to you with his arm stretched to you. Some inches separate you, kneeling on the ground holding the spray gun with a raised eyebrow and the tip of the nose wrinkled. He moves his hand one time, urging you to take the ring.

Your eyes travel to the picnic table, with incredulous men sitting there. Your father is freaking out and your uncle is losing it too. Doubting, you grab it having a look of it, before look at Happy again. Leaving away the paint, you take off the bluetooth headphones of your ears.

“I like it”. You say, 'cause you're not sure what he's trying to tell you.

“Good, you're gonna carry it for the rest of your life”.

“Perdona, ¿qué?” (Excuse me, what?)

“Jesus Christ, he's doen'et”. You can hear Chibs' surprised voice, turning to him again when they all break in laughter.

“The... hell you doin', Happy?”

“We're gonna get married”.

“We're what?” Getting up and keeping the headphones inside the jumpsuit' pocket, you lift both eyebrows with pursed lips.

“Yea', I wanna marry you”.

“Ah... Wh—What makes you think that I'm gonna marre' you?”

“You don' wanna break my heart”.

“Didn' know you have one”.

“And you also made me breakfast, after fuckin' you so hard I didn't think you could walk”.

“Yea', ah... I was hungry, I thought you too”.

“And you were watching cartoons”.

“‘Adventure Time’ is not only a cartoon”.

“See? What I said”.

Narrowing your eyes, you twist your neck with somekind of confusion. You look again to your father, who shrugs his shoulders not understanding what's happening.

“Listen, imagine that. Me, coming home. At night. With blood in my face after stabbing a guy, and you sewing my gaps, watching cartoons”.

“Does it...?” Licking your lower lip, you cross your arms over your chest. “Does it should sound romantic?”

“With burning red candles”.

You're trying to contain your laughs, pursing your lips and with the holes of your nose getting opened. He opens his arms like it pretty obvious it's the best plan ever.

“So your perfect idea of having a date is me, healing you at four am, when I could be sleeping, and watching cartoons illuminated by red candles”.

“After stabbing some guy”.

“After stabbing some guy...”

“Gripping”. Tranq says some meters away, looking at you two as if he was watching some Netflix movie.

“Do you have a better idea?” He asks you then.

“About the date or about marrying you?”

“My mom taught me to make tacos. You're mexican, you like tacos”.

“Happy... that sound rough and it's a fuckin' clic—”.

“Don' you like tacos?”

“But not 'cause I'm mex—”

“So I can make it for you. That's romantic too”.

“After stabbing some guy”.

“'Course”.

“Ok, weirdo...” You say taking off the collar hanging on your neck, to put the ring in it before wearing it again.

“Wh—What are you...?” Happy turns confused to your father, shaking his head. “What is she doin'?”

“I think she doesn' wanna smear it with paint”. Marcus answers getting up of his seat.

“We're getting married then?” The Son' asks to you, seeing how you kneel to take back the spray gun.

“I'm scared of what you could do if I say ‘no’?”

“Somethen' pretty romantec', lass”. Chibs laughs from the picnic table, provoking the laughter of the men around him.

[just-some-fiction]

Just You and Me Part 17

Yes I am trying to post all 33 Chapters on here that’s up on AO3. You’re welcome! 

She’s there on good and bad days.

Sliding into his lap, she kissed under his jaw and then his cheek. Not saying anything she straddled him, resting her hands on his shoulders.

He came back to their flat in a bad mood, shoulders tense and jaw clenched. It's been a week since he took over and to say that it has been stressful would be an underestimate. It wasn't as if they didn't know the risks or stressors of the job, however with him being so young, many assumed they could take advantage of him - something many learnt was untrue very quickly.

He looked at her through hooded eyes and rocked his jaw. She wanted to make him feel good and forget about work for a few hours, having called both Mike and Mick, warning them that he was not to be disturbed for the rest of the night.

Leaning forward she brushed her lips against his one cheek and then the other. Her hands trailing down his chest, feeling the muscles ripple slightly. His hands rested on her thighs, massaging them before tugging her closer and lifting his sweater off her slightly to reveal that she was fully nude underneath it.

Lucia smiled innocently, knowing what this look did to him - her in one of his large sweaters and a pair of socks. Despite how much he's been through and how much he's worked to get to the top, he was still a man in his twenties with an overactive sex drive. Kissing him square on the mouth, she let him take over, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Needing to feel his skin, she tugged at the zipper of his hoodie and soon he was shirtless. Her hands immediately roamed over his inked torso and neck, loving the feeling of pushing her body against his.

Pulling away she sank to her knees and soon the small flat was filled with the sound of her slightly gagging as she took him down her throat. His hand was resting on her head, his head tilting to the side, mouth open as he watched her. He couldn't wait until they left this shitty apartment and he could fuck her in every room of their new place.  He told her as much as he gently pushed her head down.

“Fuck mami,” her thighs clenched at the tone he was using, “once we get a better place imma buy a big ass dinning table and fuck you on it.” She ran her hand along the length of his dick as she sucked on the head.

“Don't know what I'd do without you,”he groaned, “motherfuckers keep testing my patience,” his breathing was getting shallow, “but you ma, you make it all better, getting ready for me and letting me use you like this,” pulling her mouth off of him, she looked up at him as she pumped her hand along his shaft, “nah Lucia, you swallowing tonight babe,” gently he pushed her head back. Soon he was coming and she took all of him down her throat.

Pulling her up, he looked at her, stroking her cheek, “You aight?” he wiped the edge of her lip as she nodded, “That's my girl.”

“You ok?” she asked, placing a kiss on his neck, gently sucking against the inked skin. He just grunted. Rolling her eyes as she cupped his face.

“Such an asshole,” she mumbled against his lips.

In one swift motion, he hoisted her up, lifting them both off the couch and walking towards their bedroom. The loft was an open plan concept, however they placed divider screens between their sleeping area and living space for a bit more privacy, especially when the rest of their inner circle were over for meetings.

Soon she was sprawled on top of him, running her fingers across the tattoo of the southern cross on his left pec. The room was basked in the glow of the bedside lamp.

“We're getting there babe,” she placed a kiss over his heart, “been working so hard, we gonna get there,” she didn't have to look up to know he was rocking his jaw - a habit of his when he is frustrated or impatient.

Burying her head into his neck, she used the tip of her tongue to draw tiny circles on the sensitive skin under his jaw. Her one trailing down the length of his body, towards his dick. Cupping him in her warm hand she smirked against his neck when she felt him getting hard again.

“Cia,” he groaned as she gathered some of the precum from the tip and spread it over the rest of the head.

“Feeling better yet?” she licked his neck again.

Before she could do anything else he flipped them over. She squealed as she landed on her back, looking up at him. God she loved this man. The look on his face was completely animalistic. Lifting up, he spread her legs and looked down, slowly pushing into her, watching her pussy take every inch of him, stretching around him. Shuddering slightly, they both moaned as he was fully in her. Looking down at her, Rio slowly started moving in and out of her, not fully pulling out. He tugged his sweater up and off her, his hands immediately gripping her hips. One hand snaked up and grabbed her breast, his thumb circling her nipple.

“Fuck mami,” his voice was thick andrough, “this pussy is too good,” soon the room was filled with the sound of skin on skin and the squelch of her wetness.

Soon it was too much, the fullness and the sensation of skin on skin. She went over the edge with his fingers circling her clit, gushing around him. It didn't take him long to follow, lurching forward, burying his face into her neck as he came.

After they calmed down, he kissed her, it was sloppy and messy. She pulled him closer, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist. Slowly he pulled out of her, holding her legs open and her exposed. His eyes were trained on her entrance, watching some of him slowly spill out of her and run down her folds. Using his fingers, he pushed it back in.

“Keep it all in baby,” he growled, pushing his fingers inside of her, “keep it all in for me.”

“Christopher,” she moaned as he continued to move his fingers inside of her, enjoying the feeling of running his cum along her swollen walls, “fuck baby,” gasping suddenly as he rubbed against a rough patch.

“That feel good mama?” he licked his lips as he watched her, “My queen's pussy is gonna be wrecked after tonight,” he sped up his movements, now fingering her at a brutal pace, her one hand clutching the wrist of the hand fingering her and the other clutching onto the pillow behind her.

“I'm coming,” she moaned, her walls clenching around his fingers. Pulling his fingers out he inspected them, seeing the mixture of them coating his fingers. Lucia took his hand and licked his fingers clean.

“Fuck baby,” he groaned watching her. After a few moments he got a washcloth and cleaned her up.

“Feeling better?” she asked later as she was stroking his head. He groaned into her chest, before lifting himself so that he was level with her. Stroking her cheek he smiled.

“Much,” he replied before lowering his head to kiss her.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Erik and his girl have a threesome with OC.

Soooooo, I have gotten A LOT of threesome requests. I figured I could incorporate all of them into one fic because they are all generally the same thing except for a few things here and there. One request is it’s Erik’s birthday and him and OC have a threesome and he feels left out and another one is Eirk’s girl/wife feels left out, also a threesome where they share cum. It’s nasty y’all lol hardcore I added my own twist on it. It’s going to have to be two parts because I have so many ideas for this and I didn’t want it to be long and drawn out in one section.

Warnings: HARDCORE SMUT. GRAPHIC. Sharing fluids, nasty talk, multiple sex scenes, Daddy kink, Strippers, threesome.

Enjoy! Xoxo.

Amoya and her husband Erik decided to kick off his birthday a week before he actually turned 33. She figured her man would love to go to a strip club so they hit up Ace of Diamonds in West Hollywood, California. They pulled up with racks of money and already buzzed from all the D’usse cognac that they drank in his Mercedes AMG-G63 with Rolls Royce Starlights installed on the roof of the inside of the car. Amoya has a VIP section for the party of people she invited out with them. She wanted her man to have fun and let loose. Erik figures this is just gonna be another fun and wild night of getting twerked on by some fine ass strippers and having asses clap in his face. He didn’t know what Amoya really had in mind. 

This was going to be a recruitment night to find the best stripper for a threesome Amoya wanted to plan for Erik’s birthday the following week. She wanted to find the best girl for the job that they could both have fun with the entire weekend at their LA mansion in the hills. A young vibrant thang to use for sex and sex only. This would be their first time doing this after Amoya gave it much thought. Sex is a huge factor in her and Erik’s relationship. As they both entered the strip club and found their VIP section, Amoya instantly scans the crowd of ass, titties, and pussy, to find the perfect chick. All the women there were beautiful but not exactly what Amoya had in mind just yet. She wanted to sit back and see how her man reacted before she made her decision. 

“Dayum,” Erik held his bottle of D’usse with one hand while his arm wrapped around his wife’s shoulder, “Baby, it’s too live in here tonight. Ace got a good selection.” 

Amoya looked up at her beautiful husband. She still couldn’t believe that he asked for her hand in marriage. It’s been three years of happiness with him. Erik is the man of her dreams. 6’3, russet skin, short dreads, a charming smile with dimples in his cheeks, full lips, onyx eyes, smart, ambitious, the list goes on and on and on with the many things she loved about her man. 

“I knew you would love it, baby. Ohhhhhh look at that one right there,” Amoya pointed a long stiletto nail painted metallic purple at a tall stripper chick with A cup breasts but a huge wagon of an ass. She had on black cross pasties over her small areolas and a leather black thong with black stripper heels that had silver mesh. The caramel beauty had a collar around her neck and hair pulled up into a sleek bun. She was so sexy. The girl must have known Amoya wanted her attention so she looked over at her. Once their eyes connected the tall chick who could be mistaken for a model came over to their section with her eyes on their money. One of Erik’s homeboys helped her inside while staring at her large backside as she stepped over to stand in front of Amoya. The chick got down in a squat, blinking her hazel eyes at her before smiling, showing off a gap between her teeth and a gold bottom grill.

“How can I help you pretty lady,” she spoke with a southern accent, “They call me Sparkle.” 

“Hi, miss Sparkle,” Amoya reaches around to slap Sparkles ass with the stack of bills she had, “Your skin is extra sparkly, I like that.”

Sparkle glances over at Erik who gave her an intense and rather intimidating look before looking back at Amoya “Diamonds are a girl's best friend, and I love glitter against my brown skin.”

“Ooooo, both are my favorite.” Amoya likes her. She just hoped her man was really feeling her. She could tell what her man liked and didn’t like. So far, Erik was giving Sparkle a look over but it wasn’t blazing like he looked at Amoya. Maybe if Sparkle danced on him that would help determine if she was the one.

“This is my husband, call him Kill.” 

“Hi, Kill.” Sparkle spoke in a honeyed tone.

“Sup’ mama.” Erik licked his lips before giving her a sexy half smirk.

“Are you gonna give my Hubby some of that thick ass? It’s almost his birthday.”

That made Sparkle smile wide, revealing more of her gap, “Birthday huh?! How old are you turning?!”

“33.”

“You don’t look like it,” Sparkle giggles, “after this I can get some of my other girls to come over and show some love. We got you, Mr. Kill.”

Erik was loving the idea of that. Amoya pulled out two stacks of money handing one over to Erik so he could make it rain on Sparkle. She got into a squat in front of him before turning around to pop her ass. Left cheek, right cheek. It danced like the shit was made of jello. Sparkle stood in her heels, arched over in front of Erik’s face, and shook her ass to the banger trap beat. Erik made it rain over her ass before taking a few bills to place in her thong. Sparkle was cool, she got the job done, but her man wasn’t rock hard or reaching out to pop her big ass butt like she wanted him to. 

“You like that birthday boy?” Sparkle spoke while dragging her tongue over her gap, “This the kind of cake you want for your birthday?”

“That’s a lot of cake to be serving up, ma.” Erik watched Sparkle stand, making her ass clap with a shake of her thighs, her fingers popping the waistband of her thong. Sparkle then lifts one long leg up in the air to shake her ass. The girl had skills. Erik stood to throw money on Sparkle before smacking her ass with it and rubbing the bills on her skin. Amoya gave Sparkle some love too by slipping the girl some money in her thong. Sparkle was seeing dollar signs as she picked up that money to stuff inside the crotch of her thong. 

“Hey, bring that ass over here, Miss Sparkle with that glitter booty on you,” Amoya’s drunk brother, Amari, motioned with some bills in one hand and a blunt in the other. Her brother and Erik grew up together in Oakland. Amari is tall and slim with short waves in his hair and a tattoo of a black rose on his neck. They gave him the nickname Pretty Boi Mari because that’s exactly what he was. Light skin, grey eyes, dimples. There isn’t one friend of Amoya’s that Amari didn’t have. She lost a lot of friends because of her brother. A few of them had kids by him. 

“Dassit’ you a thick bitch ain’t you? Haha,” Amari slaps the hell out of Sparkles ass, “Where your friends at? Bring your stripper friends up here so we can have some fun.”

All the other guys in the section agreed with Amari while Erik being Erik sat back, drunk off the D’usse with his arm draped over Amoya’s shoulder. Sparkle took the money Amari gave her and quickly left the section to round up the best girls for them to have. When Sparkle left to grab her girls, everyone danced and drank while watching the shows on stage. So many different tricks. Split lock, power hold, pole split, the eye opener that gave you a view of the pussy, spinning chopper, all different advanced moves. These women were so skilled and they put on the best show. 

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“Sup’ Sparkle,” Novia, a 25 year old girl who has been stripping at Ace of Diamonds for a month now said high to Sparkle with a wide smile and twinkling eyes. Cinnamon skin, well-developed voluptuous and sinuous body, curly hair with honey blonde highlights in it pulled back into a sleek bun with baby hairs, and eyes that reminded you of the perfect espresso on a Monday morning. Her voice was the perfect mixture of rasp and seduction. Novia was working the floor with her right hand, Bubbles, a Cuban girl with long brunette hair in two pigtails, pouty lips, and striking dark green eyes. She was more on the athletic side and spoke with a very light voice that some would say is annoying but she couldn’t help that it was the way she talked. 

“Y’all tired of working the floor? I got a spot that would really bring in some money.”

“Where?!” Bubbles spoke up with her tweety bird voice, “Cuz I am TIRED of the floor I need VIP MONEY.”

“Right over there,” Bubbles and Novia followed where Sparkle pointed. Right there in front of the stage in the most expensive VIP section in the club was a group of men who looked like they were big ballin’ a few chicks there as well. All Bubbles and Novia could see was bags filled with money. More money than the men on the floor have. Novia never worked VIP but she would break out of her shell tonight if it meant she could be going home with 5,000 that night, maybe even more. She only had about 800 so far since her shift started an hour ago. Novia still has a long way to go before she becomes a known stripper in Ace of Diamonds. 

“It’s some fine ass niggas birthday. He’s turning 33 and his wife wants us to show him a good time. Y’all down?”

“I'M DOWN,” Bubbles spoke up first, “Birthday boy doesn't know what he has in store for him! What about you Novia?”

“Yeah, I can go up. More money for me,” Novia glanced back over at the section to see who the birthday man is. She spotted a guy she hoped was. He was chilling with his legs wide and a cup in his hand half empty. He had his arm perched around a woman’s shoulder. They looked like a King and Queen watching from their throne.

“Oh, and his wife said to call him Kill.”

“I’ll call him whatever I need to as long as I get my money,” Bubbles and Candy shared a laugh. 

“Kill huh? Sounds like he’s nothing to play with,” Novia mentions while her eyes watched the section. 

“Let’s get some more girls,” Sparkle lead the way to round up more of their girls before they went back. They were at a group of eight now and that was the perfect amount. Sparkle made Novia hold up two party Ciroc VS bottles with sparks in it lighting the way. 

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“HAPPY BIRTHDAY KILL!!!!”

His smile is what she noticed first.

Bright and wide with deep dimples in his cheeks and moist full lips. Teeth lined with gold and then his wet pink tongue poking out to lick his upper lip. Very handsome indeed. Novia is about her money but she also took great joy in putting on a show for an attractive man. Novia arched over to put the bottles on the table before putting out the sparks. 7 inch heels with a 2 3/4 inch platform with cutout, rhinestone detailing, an adjustable ankle strap, and colored royal blue like the micro slingshot monokini she wore that barely covered her round breasts and the rest of her body. Her skin glittered and glistened and the stretch marks on her healthy ass were like light brown tiger stripes. Novia looked over at his wife and she wished she hadn’t. That woman was breathtaking. She favored Rihanna to her. Especially with the way she dressed. She kept her hair short and sleek, almond shaped green eyes looking her up and down before giving her an approving smile. She is tall and slim with long stiletto nails that reminded her of claws. They were perfect together. Definitely a king and queen. 

“This is krystal,” Krystal was a 5 '2 petite girl with a lot of breasts. She was mocha skinned with long faux locs in her hair and a hot pink thong with matching top on and clear 7 inch heels on her feet. 

“Rose, KiKi, Daniella,” All three of these girls were topless with different colored pasties over their nipples and thongs to match. Rose wore her hair close cut and colored red, KiKi has a teal green lace front that made her look like a mermaid, and Daniella wore her loose wavy hair up in a messy bun with rhinestones on her face that would remind you of a sugar skull. 

“Vixen, Babydoll, Tatiana, and Chloe,” Babydoll and Chloe were biracial fraternal twins with long pink curly hair and an obvious Brazilian butt lift but it looked good on them both. Vixen was covered in tattoos and piercings with crotchless panties on and a bikini top that was too small to fit over her areolas, and Tatiana has black tassel nipple covers with a dark purple slingshot monokini. Her hair was bleach blonde and wet, piercings in her cheeks like Black Chyna. 

“And this is Bubbles, and Novia.”

Bubbles has a ditzy way about her but she was adorable with her big green eyes and youthful face. She had to be the youngest out of all the girls. Novia’s espresso eyes were dangerous. They appeared very calm but the more you held her gaze she would trap you. Novia swiped her tongue over her upper lip, showing off her tongue ring and how long her tongue was. It was like a tiny pink snake. The curves on this woman were dangerous. That slingshot monokini over her oily skin left nothing to the imagination. All of the women were sexy, but Novia…

“Hi Kill, Happy birthday,” Bubbles spoke in an angelic sing-song voice. 

“Happy Birthday,” Novia spoke with a smooth yet sexy voice that could make a grown man’s knees buckle. She was so captivating. 

“Damn, Sparkle, you brought the best of the best didn’t you?” Amari spoke up while palming both Babydoll and Chloe’s asses. The girls didn’t waste anytime twerking, hitting splits, and giving lap dances to anyone who was available. Currently, Novia was on her own, grabbing onto the railing that encircled the VIP section, popping her ass in Erik’s line of vision. The way her glistening cheeks clapped and her hips swayed with that deep arch in her back had him forgetting about KiKi with the teal green wig currently giving him a lap dance while holding a bottle of Ciroc VS to his lips for him to drink. Amoya tilted his head back to allow KiKi to pour some of the liquor in his mouth. She was heavy-handed with it too but Erik swallowed every drop. Amoya grabs the back of his neck, bringing his lips to hers so they could kiss. They’re tongues thrashed and swirled over each other’s. You could suffocate with how much ass surrounded that VIP section. Everyone else in Ace of Diamonds looked over at them with envious eyes. It was popping off. 

Amoya brought her lips to Erik’s ear, “I need some head right now, Daddy. I just wanna push your head between my legs and make you eat it,” Amoya licks Erik’s ear with her wet tongue, “Fuck, my pussy is so wet looking at all these fine bitches popping pussy in our face. How about you, Daddy? You like all this phat ass popping and all this phat pussy? Fuckkkkk, babeeee.”

“Damn, girl. Talking all that shit like that in Daddy’s ear,” Erik whispered back with smoldering eyes. Erik’s skin felt like he was boiling. His dick was definitely as hard as cast iron but it wasn’t because of KiKi. It was because of Novia. Erik’s eyes kept sweeping over towards her like she was the prized jewel out of all the other women there. That’s what Amoya wanted to see. She watched Novia too. Novia was on the floor of the VIP section, legs spread and ass popping to the beat. The tattoo on her lower back of a pair of cat eyes looked like it was winking the way she moved. Novia started grinding into the floor, her back rolling and her ass bouncing and jiggling like she had no control over it. Novia looked like she was riding dick the way she moved. Stacks of money showered her body, some of the bills sticking to her cinnamon skin. The second she arched her back, And gave Erik a glimpse of her phat pussy in that little slingshot monokini he was up on his feet with his hand reaching down to whack her ass good. Amoya sat stunned with lust at the sight. Novia looked back at him with her round eyes and thick natural eyelashes blinking. 

 “That bitch on the floor getting it! Don’t hog her birthday boy we want some of that too!” One of Erik’s friends called out while Vixen accepted his cash in her crotchless panties. Amoya gasps while grabbing a few stacks to make it rain on Novia when she got into a handstand and started gyrating her hips and thighs. Erik stood there with a clear eye view of Novia’s Brazilian waxed mound spread wide in that slingshot monokini. If he just took one finger to slide it over her pussy lips would spill out. Erik slaps some money on her pussy and outstretched thighs before the entire section erupted with shouts and hollers when Novia hit a split. She bounced her ass on that floor with those legs wide and limber, oily body bending and arching like she was an acrobatic Queen. Erik was in amazed by this Pole Dancer. So was Amoya. She made her mind up for sure. This was the girl she wanted to have a threesome with for Erik’s birthday. Novia got up from that floor like she didn’t just step on the other girls necks, smiling at Erik before accepting her money from both Amoya and Erik. A ton of it. More than Sparkle and the others. Of course the other girls had envious eyes. Especially Bubbles. 

“Can you do all that on the pole ma?” Erik asks with a husky voice, “show me how you do it on that stage. Give me a real birthday treat, yeah?” 

“Anything for the birthday boy-“

“Oh, I ain’t no boy.” Erik spoke with a rough tone while flaring his gold canines.

Novia looked Erik up and down like his wife wasn’t standing next to him. She liked that rough edge in his voice. He definitely wasn’t a boy. Nothing like the other men there. 

“Mmmm, I gotta come correct, huh?” Novia pushes Erik down on the couch, “Want me to give you a lap dance, Birthday Daddy?”

Amoya’s breathing was shallow. She loved the way Novia called Erik Daddy. Now she couldn’t get it out of her head. Now she wanted to force Novia’s head down towards her pussy to lick up with that gold jewel on her tongue. Better yet, Amoya wanted to see how she tasted. She’s never been this turned on by a woman in her life. 

“Gon’ girl, dassit’ FUCK.”

Novia was reverse cowgirl on Erik’s crotch making her ass twerk back on him. Erik’s money bag was nearly empty because he spent it all on Novia. Novia’s espresso eyes landed on Amoya, giving her a sly smirk. She was definitely nothing to play with. 

“You like how I shake this big ass on your Hubby? Think he might bust a nut?”

Amoya found herself reaching out to jiggle Novia’s ass cheeks in her hand, “He’s loving you alright, Miss Novia. I’m loving it too.” 

“Is that right?” Novia got up slowly from Erik, walked up to Amoya, widened her legs while staring into her eyes and dropped down on Amoya’s lap at a gentle pace that could make a grown man cry. She started grinding on Amoya, lifting the straps on her monokini to show off her round breasts that were pierced just like her tongue. The nipple rings read fuck me in gold. Erik looked over at Novia with a slight crease in his brow as if he were annoyed by her lifting from his dick like that. He clearly didn’t want to give his money away to the other girls. It’s supposed to be his birthday week not Amoya’s. Amoya was in a trance, her greedy hands making Novia’s ass shake over her. Both women shared a look of equal desire and teasing smiles. Amoya snakes her hands up Novia’s spine delicately before Novia smashed her breasts in Amoya’s face. This girl was bold but Amoya loved it. 

“DAYUM AMOYA!” Amari yelled out loud while watching his sister. Her face was smothered with Novia’s breasts. Novia finally gave her room to breathe, Amoya’s lipstick smeared on Novia’s chest. Amoya looked like she wanted to toss Novia down on the VIP red velvet couch and tongue fuck her wet folds. Novia finally gets up, Amoya slapping her ass gently before slipping her some more cash. Novia walked out of VIP while everyone watched her leave. She slowly strolled towards the stage, dropping all her money in a bucket. Nothing but 20’s and 100 dollar bills. The DJ introduced Novia and played her intro music. Megan Thee Stallion- Best You Ever Had. 

You ain't never been with a chick this bad

I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had

If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh

He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that

You ain't never been with a chick this bad

I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had

If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh

He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that

 I be actin' up right before he come to see me

He be like, "Why you always tripping for no reason?"

Told him, "'Cause you put it on me better when you're mad"

Hand around my neck, hit it hard from the back, yeah

I'ma cook a meal for him and play the game with him

When somebody ask, yeah, I'm with the same nigga

Pussy keep him knocked out like a painkiller

And if a nigga bag me, you know he a winner, ah

Novia hit a shoulder mount inversion into an extended butterfly. A Knee hold move was next, causing her to twirl around that pole with the neon blue lights on her beautiful body. You could tell that she practiced these moves fluently. So much style and grace like a ballerina. She had everyone’s attention, more money being thrown at her. Novia twerked her ass in the air before dropping down into a full split. The money exploded around her and all Amoya kept staring at was the wicked and delicious way her lips looked stretched into a smile. She knew she was bad. She knew she was the hottest thing in Ace of Diamonds. Erik was in awe of her. All his money practically gone and in Novia’s bucket. She played the game well. Amoya applauded Novia before three other chicks joined her on stage to perform together. 

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Erik’s Birthday: 

Amoya hopped out of her convertible Rolls Royce with red leather seats, Louis Vuitton bag in hand and dressed in an all white catsuit. It was around 78 degrees so it wasn’t too hot or too warm for her. INFINITY Dance Studio has a bright purple neon sign on the outside within that parking lot. Large ceiling to floor windows showed about three levels to the large studio. Amoya’s Saint Laurent heels echoed across the concrete ground of the lot before finally making her way towards the double doors leading her to the inside of the dance studio. It was nicely decorated. A receptionist sat behind a polished desk; young girl with a blunt cut wig on and a nose piercing. She wore a white top with an Infinity symbol and the name of the studio in cursive embroidery. She blinked her false lashes up at Amoya before smiling with a mouth full of braces.

“Welcome to INFINITY Dance Studio. My name is Kimberly. How can I help you today?”

Amoya removed her Fendi shades, “Uh, I’m here looking for a miss, Novia?” 

“Novia? I’m not sure who that-ohhhhhhhh, you mean Jordyn?”

“I’m not following,” Amoya was confused.

“Novia? Works at Ace of Diamonds? Her real name is Jordyn.”

“Oh!” Amoya laughs, “I didn’t think about that, I should have.” 

“It’s cool. It’s her middle name. I’m her sister.” 

Now that Amoya was looking at Kimberly, they did look alike. Same beautiful cinnamon skin and light brown eyes that reminded you of coffee with extra cream. Lips full and kissable. A mole on the side of her nose just like her sister and dimples on the sides of her mouth whenever she smiled. Beautiful girls. 

“Jordyn has a class at the moment but you can go up there and wait for her. She’s teaching a heels class.”

“Sure,” Amoya pointed to the elevators, “Which level?”

“Second level. As soon as you get off, make a right and keep straight down the hall. The studio is going to be on your left at the very end of the hall.” Kimberly instructed. 

Amoya gave her thanks before making her way towards the elevators. She needed to ask Novia now that she had free time to do so. She wanted to do this during the early afternoon since Erik was out with his friends for Cigars and brunch on a Yacht. He wouldn’t be back until a couple of hours from now. This gave Amoya enough time to put her plan into works. She did as she was told, turning right and then keeping straight. It wasn’t hard to find since the music helped her out. They were jamming. Amoya walked down the hall humming to Jhené Aiko- Pussy Fairy (OTW). Finally there, Amoya stood in the doorway, watching Novia seductively hit a split before a high kick on the floor, front and center, with her students standing in a half circle with concentration etched on their faces. 

Novia clearly was an all around dancer and not just on the pole. This girl moved with so much ease and grace. Amoya leaned against the doorway, admiring Novia’s attire. Black leotard with fishnet stockings and five inch ankle boots on her feet in black leather. Voluptuous, full-bosomed, plump backside, body serpentine as she moved across the floor. Watching her was sex itself. 

“Alright, ladies, let's do this one more time before we’re done for the day.” 

All the women got into position. There was enough room in the studio to spread out and watch her. Mirrored walls surrounded all of them so they could stare at themselves. All women in all different shapes and sizes watched Novia go through the routine one more time, their eyes intense and unblinking so they could catch her every move. Bodies sweating, they gave it their all, even through advanced moves, Novia finishing out with a side to side split before standing up and applauding her class.

“Ladies! Good job! We’ve gotten better! India, I see you’ve been practicing!” Novia wipes sweat from under her chin, “Good job! I’ll see all of you beautiful ladies next Thursday, alright?”

They all said their goodbyes, some of them hugging Novia and having small talk, others grabbing their things to dash out of the studio while yelling goodbye over their shoulders. Amoya made room for them to exit before stepping further into the studio. Once everyone cleared out, Novia’s eyes landed on hers. She pauses for a split second before a small, recognizable smile spread across her gorgeous face. She walked with a strut that made her hips sway to pause her music. All you could hear was her heels click clack across the polished dance floor towards Amoya. She looked shocked to see her. 

“Wifey from Ace of Diamonds last Saturday?” Novia held out her hand to shake Amoya’s, “How did you find me, sweetie?”

“Sparkle,” Amoya gave Novia a kind smile, “She told me you would be here at the dance studio today. Your sister, Kimberly, told me you had a heels class. Is it okay if I call you Jordyn or do you prefer Novia?”

Novia wipes sweat from the back of her neck, “You can call me whatever you like, sweetie.” 

Amoya bit her bottom lip with a smile, “Novia rolls off the tongue better.”

“Yeah, it does. Especially when someone’s moaning it.”

If she agreed to having a threesome with Erik and Amoya she would enjoy it even more. Amoya was loving Novia more and more each time she talked. She knew the effect she has on people.

“So, you’re a choreographer too?”

Novia grins showing off the dimples on the sides of her full lips, “Yes, I teach different classes here. I’m trying to open my own studio but we’ll see.”

“I’m sure you can make that happen...I mean...WOW. You can move on the pole and off the pole.”

“I can teach you sometime if you like,” Novia made her voice lower and alluring. Amoya couldn’t fight the urge to blush and smile. 

“I’ll look into that...uh, there is one thing I’d like to talk to you about though.” Amoya became nervous.

“What’s wrong?” Novia’s pretty face became wary.

“No no! Nothing bad...just...gosh, I don’t even know how to ask this.” Amoya chewed on her bottom lip. 

“It’s okay...like you said, nothing bad, yeah?”

“Yes.” Amoya avoided Novia’s espresso eyes, “Okay, so today is Erik’s birthday.”

“Who is Erik?” Novia asked while raising a single thick brow.

“Shit-yeah, it’s Kill,” Amoya giggles, “Kill is his nickname but his real name is Erik.”

“Hmm, okay,” Novia licks her glossy lips, “I’m sorry you can keep talking.” 

Amoya smoothed a hand down the back of her neck over a tattoo of a heart, “So, today is his birthday and right now he’s out with his friends but later we’ll both be home. Uh, so, I had something in mind and I was wondering if you could help me out with that?”

Novia had a perplexed look on her face and Amoya knew she was beating around the bush but she couldn’t get it out without being so shy about it. She shook her head before closing her eyes, gaining enough courage to ask Novia up front. She would only get a yes or no answer. 

“Novia. I want you to have a threesome with me and my husband for his birthday.” 

Novia parted her lips to speak but no words came out. Her eyes blinked a few times before she gave Amoya a half smirk, “You’re serious?”

“Yes.” Amoya answered slowly. Novia rolled her glossy lips together while staring at Amoya like she was trying to catch her in a lie. When she realized she was serious Novia let’s put a deep sigh before smoothing her dark brown hair with honey blonde highlights from her sweaty shoulders.

Hands on her hourglass shaped waist, she looked up at Amoya through her long curled lashes, “...Okay.” Novia answered with a bright smile, “I’d like to. So when are we doing this?”

Amoya fingered some of her hair from her eyes before smiling just as bright, “it’s gonna happen tonight if that’s okay?”

“Oh, I’m free tonight.” Novia answered quickly.

“It’s for the entire weekend though,” Amoya added with a chuckle. Novia gawked at her before laughing herself.

“The ENTIRE weekend? Jesus. You want to fuck me for theee days straight? Damn, I like you Wifey.” 

“Just call me Amoya.” 

The energy between them both shifted. Now, Everytime Novia looked at Amoya it was as if she were imagining her naked and in every position possible. Amoya looked at Novia’s lips while licking her own. This girl was intoxicating.

“And it’s a surprise, right?”

“Yes, babe, it is,” Amoya responded, “It’ll be at our home, I can have one of our drivers pick you up around…8 PM?”

“8 PM sounds good, Amoya. I’m packing a bag?”

“Yes. We have a pool and jacuzzi so you can bring swimwear too.” 

“Cool, I can’t wait,” Novia blinked her long curled lashes, while biting her lower lip excitedly, “If it’s with you and Kill I definitely can’t wait.” Now her tone of voice was honeyed and silky smooth. It almost lulled Amoya to sleep. 

“Let’s exchange numbers, okay?” Amoya says with a shaky breath. 

“Sure, beautiful.”

They both exchanged numbers. After that, Novia hugged Amoya then placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, leaving a glossy lip print behind. Amoya looked down at Novia’s lips. Novia kept her eyes on Amoya, pressing her breasts into Amoya’s. She brought her right hand up to cradle the back of her head before leisurely leaning in to lightly kiss her lips. Their lips made a soft smacking noise. Since they were both wearing gloss, their lips sort of stuck together like syrup as Novia drew her lips away gently. The hairs on Amoya’s arms stood up. 

“Might as well get acquainted properly, yeah?” Novia kisses her again, “I’ll see you tonight.”

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Erik looked down at his new yellow gold Cuban link chain lined with Diamonds. He picked it up out of the jewelry box, placing it around his neck to admire. The dim light of their walk-in closet above his head reflected off of his chest causing the Diamonds to twinkle, everything else around him dark. Erik’s fingers felt over the Diamonds. He really liked this birthday gift from his Wife, Amoya. On his third cup of D’usse, Erik took a sip before walking away from the mirror to grab a pair of trunks to go settle in the jacuzzi. 

Supposedly Amoya has another surprise for him. He wasn’t really one for surprises but this was his girl so he accepted it. Trunks low on his hips and feet bare, Erik walks out of their walk-in closet, entering the master bedroom, and then out into the hallway. Serani- No Games grew louder over the whole home audio installation. Outside now, Erik decides to take a dip in the pool first. He downs the rear of his D’usse before diving into the cool water. Erik swam to the edge of the pool, whipping his wet dreads back so they wouldn’t drip in his face. Erik wondered where Amoya disappeared to because she was sitting by the pool on a lounge chair. Her glass of Hypnotiq was still resting on a small side table by the pool. 

As if she heard his thoughts, Amoya walked out of the house like a model dressed in a black monokini with her pixie cut jet black hair wet and pressed against her scalp. Trailing behind her was another woman Erik immediately recognized. How could he forget such a fine bitch like her. Novia from Ace of Diamonds. Thick ass Novia. She was dressed in a short black silk slip dress with the back so low and revealing that you could see the crack of her ass and that cute cat eye tattoo above her back dimples. Patent leather black So Kate pumps on her feet. Two beautiful women. He squints his whiskey colored eyes and tilted his head at Amoya, wondering if this has anything to do with her surprise. Erik swam over to them, resting his arms on the edge of the pool while staring up at them both. He was greeted with legs to heaven. 

“Hey, Baby, you remember Novia from Ace of Diamonds?”

Erik dragged his eyes over at Novia, “How could I forget with the way she had me spending my money,” Erik greeted Novia with a head nod and a sexy half smirk showing off his gold canines, “Wassup, Ma.”

“Hi, Kill,” Novia waves flirtatiously before smoothing her hands down the front of her slip dress, “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you,” Erik pointed a dripping wet finger between both women, “Now, what is this about, huh?”

“Well,” Amoya linked arms with Novia, “It’s your special day and my man deserves to have the very best time,” Amoya places her arm that was linked with Novia’s and brought it around to rest against Novia’s left hip, “So Miss Novia here agreed to have a threesome with us. For your birthday, Daddy.”

Erik’s jaw clenched as he closed his eyes. He shook his head slightly before parting his lips to swipe his tongue across his full bottom lip, “Baby...you did this for me?” He opened his eyes, “Aww, baby, baby…”

Novia looked over at Amoya and smiled. The glow of the pool reflecting off of Erik’s russet skin mixed with the intense and erotic way he looked at Amoya made Novia’s heart skip a beat and her breath quicken. She watched Erik reach out for Amoya’s legs to rub her calves with a big smile on his face. He looked so damn excited about this. 

“Damn, baby, this how we doin’ it up for my birthday? Damn,” Erik gave the sexiest laugh Novia ever heard, “Shit, you knew Daddy liked Miss Novia, huh?”

“Mhm, I picked her just for you,” Amoya pulled Novia closer, “She’s so damn fine isn’t she?”

“You fucking right she is,” Erik looked Novia directly in her eyes, “Do a spin for me, I wanna see the back of that dress.” 

Amoya held up one of Novia’s arms, helping her turn slowly in her pumps to give Erik a 360 of her frame in that dress. 

“Mm, mm, mm.”

Novia had chills with the way he hummed.

“You came to play with us, Novia?”

Novia smoothed some of her curly hair behind her ear, “Uh-huh.”

“All weekend too,” Amoya added with excitement.

“Oh? All weekend?” Erik creased his brows with his lips poked out in a sexy pout. Novia bit the corner of her lower lip when he made that face. 

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Erik smoothed his hands down his face, “All weekend. Mm.” Erik shakes his head, “mm, mmm, mmm.” 

He couldn’t even say much but grunt and hum. Now, Erik’s hands were reaching out to touch Novia’s legs. She gasps as his wet hands smother up and down her calves. The water from his fingers rolled down her legs and over her feet in her pumps. 

“Since you came to play, why don’t you get comfortable and take this dress off.”

Novia looked from Erik, to Amoya before stepping out of her pumps. She stepped back from the pool a little to remove her slip dress. Novia wasn’t scared but the way both of them looked at her made her eyes look away. Both of her hands pulled the dress up and over her head, revealing nothing underneath. No panties. Skin smooth, hairless, and lovely to behold. Amoya and Erik wanted to lick her from her head down to her toes. Novia looked up at both of them before bringing her hands up to twirl her pierced nipples. She then dragged her hands through her curly hair, making it messy. She turned around, looking back at them both over her shoulder with her hair in her face while cupping the bottom of her amply-endowed ass lined with stretch marks. She then moved her hands away to sway her hips back and forth, her ass still moving even when she stopped. 

“Mmm, fuck,” Amoya moaned with a whisper, her eyes low and the tip of her tongue dragging over her upper teeth. 

“Damn, lil mama,” Erik let out a deep grunt that vibrated his chest, “C’mere.” His voice spoke huskily. 

Novia walked towards the edge of the pool. Amoya went down to sit on the edge of the pool, her hands dragging through Erik’s wet dreads. She stared down at Novia’s pretty feet with her toes painted black. Looking up at her body from that angle was like admiring art. Appreciating the time God put in to create her. Amoya was so zoned out staring at Novia that she didn’t realize what Erik instructed her to do next. 

“Turn around and grab your ankles. I wanna see that pussy I’m playing in for three fucking days.” 

Amoya clenched her thighs at that request.

“Okay,” Novia turns, arching her back unhurried while bringing her hands down her thighs, calves, then her ankles. Her ass pointed straight in the air and her ass cheeks parted revealing her wet folds from behind. Just as beautiful in the middle. Amoya’s taste buds salivated tremendously at the sight of Novia’s juicy pussy. She had her clit pierced. A tiny Garnet stone with a sterling silver hoop that dangled from the hood of her clit. Amoya wanted to suck that jewel into her mouth. Lick Novia’s essence from it. That pool water felt hot where she stood.

“You have a very pretty pussy Novia,” Amoya compliments, “So pink and smooth.” 

“I’m gonna suck on that pussy all weekend long,” Erik places his hand over his dick. It bobbed up and down in the water from how solid it was, “Starting now actually. Bring that pussy to me, ma. A nigga hungry.” 

Novia stood straight, turning around to look down at Erik in that pool, “‘mm-mm,” she shook her head no, “You gotta come get it, Daddy. Come get your present.” 

Novia smirked mischievously before walking away butt naked and into the house. Erik shot up out of the water, turning to lift Amoya out. Husband and wife stripped naked themselves, following Novia’s path towards the house and spotting her with the D’usse in hand drinking straight from the bottle. She was swaying her hips on their expensive coffee table to TK Kravitz- Ocean. It was as if they were back at the strip club again, Amoya and Erik in a trance as they watched her move her hips. Novia got down from the table, walking over to the couch, kneeling down on the black leather and arching her back. She moves her hips seductively, popping her pussy and running her hands over her wetness. She would spread her pussy lips to give them a nice peek at all that sweet pink. Now, she was fingering herself while moving her hips. 

Erik and Amoya walked over, Erik kneeling down behind Amoya to grab her ass cheeks night and tight. Amoya arched her tall slender body over the couch, perky ass in the air. Amoya grabs Novia’s chin with force, sticking her tongue out to flick it with hers. Amoya sucked on Novia’s tongue, a trail of spit landing on the tip of Novia’s tongue. Erik pulled Novia’s fingers from her pussy, leaning down to suck on them. His lips wrapped around her slender fingers. The minute her fluids spread over his tongue, Erik bucked his hips causing his dick to bounce and tap Novia’s pussy. Her back arched more when she felt that. 

Novia and Amoya were in a deep kissing session. Both of their eyes closed, lips smacking and sucking on each other’s, and whimpers escaping their mouths. Erik got down on his knees behind Novia, the muscles in his back that he worked so hard to get in the gym flexing as he spread her cheeks more to press his face into Novia’s pussy. His lips gave her open mouthed kisses on her phat pussy lips and inward. Any part of her his lips would wrap around and lightly suck. Novia broke her and Amoya’s kiss to moan softly while looking over her shoulder at Erik. Amoya reaches back to spread Novia’s cheeks for Erik. She bounced her big ass while catching a glimpse of Erik’s tongue flicking Novia’s labia back and forth. She was so puffy and aroused. Candied folds dripping with her syrupy goodness. 

“Yes, Daddy, eat that phat pussy, yes, baby,” Amoya encourages Erik to go harder. Erik scrunched his brows, nose wrinkled and eyes closed as he licked her slit in long strokes. Deep pressured strokes. He had Novia’s pussy wide open while giving her everything she deserved. Novia started rocking her hips back on Erik’s tongue, moving her hips in tune with his licks. 

“Fuck, Daddy, that shit looks so good,” Amoya licked her upper lip, “Let me get a taste.” 

Erik ignored her. He could not stop eating the fuck out of Novia’s sugared walls. He slurped on her as if she was covered in chocolate syrup or caramel filling. Novia was a moaning mess. She could only moan and whimper. Erik was attacking her hungrily. Amoya pouted when she locked eyes with Novia. The defeated look on her face and the way her arms shook from weakness made Amoya envy Erik’s current position.

“Daddy, please share,” Amoya begged. When Erik started tongue-fucking Novia, Amoya couldn’t take it, she laid back on the couch, spreading her thighs wide, sticking two fingers in her mouth to coat it with spit before reaching down to rub her clit. Novia’s eyes dropped shut and her mouth hung wide open. She gasps over and over. Reaching her hand back to hold one of her ass cheeks open while grinding back on Erik’s tongue. Erik popped her ass sharply, prompting Novia to whimper and cry. She could feel her release coming. The closer it got the more Erik sucked on her pussy. Erik gently tugged on her clit ring with his lips before sucking it into his mouth like he was slurping oysters out a shell. Novia’s eyes rolled and her hands reached back to grab onto Erik. He gave her his arms to hold. Novia let out the most angelic moan with her face smashed into the couch. Amoya rubber her slick all over her clit, her hips jerking at that sight. Novia came all over Erik’s tongue. He mumbled something into her pussy while slapping her phat ass. Erik lifted his face from between her pussy lips, licking his lips while his dark eyes connected with Novia’s. 

“Good fucking pussy on you, girl. I had you making a big ol’ mess on me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Novia spoke weakly. Novia reaches over to touch Amoya’s pussy. Amoya moves her hand away, sucking on her fingers while allowing Novia to rub and finger her pussy. Erik crawled in between Amoya’s legs, pulling them back wide. While Novia rubbed her clit, Erik tilted his head down to suck on her labia and outer lips. Amoya bites down on her bottom lip, her hips bucking. Novia watched Amoya’s face while rubbing her clit, both women caught in an intense staring match. Novia leans forward, kissing Amoya nice and slow. Novia wrapped her hand around Amoya’s neck, taking control of the kiss while her slender fingers danced over her clit. Amoya could feel herself leaking. 

“You like the way I rub that juicy clit?” Novia whispered to her, “You want me to suck on that clit, baby? I’ll do whatever you want. I just want that pussy in my mouth.” 

Amoya moaned in response, Novia creeping kisses down Amoya’s chest before sucking on her nipples. Amoya has B cup breasts with large chocolate nipples. Novia sucked on them like they were a delicious piece of milk chocolate. Amoya was extremely overstimulated. Novia rubbed her clit and sucked her nipples while Erik currently tongue-fucked her while rubbing her labia with his thumb. He knew that drove her crazy and made her squirt. Amoya’s hips were practically off the couch but Erik held her up. He was getting that thing. Novia spit on Amoya’s nipples before slurping them into her mouth. That tight suction made Amoya’s eyes cross. She was going to cum good and fucking hard. 

“Mmmmmm!!! Umph, yes! Fuck that shit feels so good,” She spoke through clenched teeth, “Fuck! Make me cum!” 

Amoya’s throat grew tight as her cries and moans were stuck there. She couldn’t make a sound as she came in Erik’s mouth. Amoya looked down at them both with disbelief before falling back on the couch. 

“Damn, baby!” Erik licks his lips watching Amoya squirt. He flicked his tongue on her pussy to taste her fluids, “Cum in Daddy’s mouth. Cum all in my fucking mouth.”

“Shit, she squirts so fucking much,” Novia got down in Erik’s place, “I want some now. Can I have some Wifey? You gonna share with me?”

Erik watched Novia eat his wife’s pussy. She did it with her eyes studying Amoya’s face. Both women locked eyes. Amoya reaches down to stroke Novia’s hair from her face, holding her curls for her with one hand while the other pulled the hood of her clit back so she could receive direct stimulation to that area. Novia flicked her bean with a rhythm Amoya could vibe too because her hips were rolling. Erik worked out his arm by fisting his dick, his precum oozing down his fingers. His other hand palmed his balls. He would look down at his hard dick then back over at Novia sucking his wifes clit. The way Amoya and Novia connected made his dick painfully hard and ready to fuck. He needed to thrust his dick to the hilt in their pussy. 

“Yes, get it, baby, get it, girl,” Amoya’s head eased back against the couch, “‘mmm, suck on that clit, baby, that’s right, Umph, yes, shit, damn, girl, mmm.”

“She eating you real good baby, got that puss soaking,” Erik spoke with a deep gruff tone that made Novia’s pussy jump, “You better cum in her mouth too she’s working so hard to taste that nut.” 

“Mmm, Fuck! Yes! Girl, this how you eat pussy, huh?” Amoya was amazed. Her hips rolled in a circle while Novia’s lips stayed wrapped around her labia and clit, sucking it up and refusing to let go. Amoya’s thighs shook and almost squeezed Novia’s head but Erik held her legs open. His dick was pressed into Novia’s side. 

“Keep going, Novia, take that cum, girl, your doing so good, ma, so fucking good. Make her pussy cum, make that pussy bust,” Erik encourages, “oooo, look at that pussy quiver, Hmph, dassit’, it’s just like tasting your favorite candy, eat it like it should be eaten you nasty bitch.”

“Damn, Daddy, this bitch is something! Ummm!” Amoya yanks Novia’s hair, moving her head to make her suck on her clit like she was sucking on the head of a phat dick. Her lips dragged up and down her clit. Amoya’s wrist shook and the moment she pulled Novia’s head back, she was squirting. Amoya shouted while Novia drank her up. 

All the blood in Erik’s body must have rushed to his dick with the amount of pressure he was feeling around his balls and the tip of his dick. His dick was standing straight out and stabbing Novia in her hip. His dick was so phat and massive. A whopping ten inches rigid and unyielding. Novia climbed on top of Amoya, sharing her tongue with her so she could taste herself. Amoya strokes Novia’s back before cupping both her ass cheeks. 

“Mhm, I wanna eat your wet pussy just like that too. Lemme eat you too. Mmm, sit on my face,” Amoya made Novia suck on her fingers, “Yes, mmm, let me taste you.”

“Anything for you, sweetie,” Novia whispered. Amoya put her fingers deep inside of Novia’s pussy. Novia rode her fingers, her pussy making loud squelching noises. Erik couldn’t even fist his dick because it was so sensitive. Just wrapping his hand around it would make him bust. He needed it sucked and slurped on right now and Amoya and Novia were having fun without him. He really wanted Novia to suck all over his ten inch steely pipe. Both women got down on the couch, Novia sitting her puss on Amoya’s lips. Amoya instantly licked Novia up like she was starving. Novia fingered Amoya’s pussy nice and slow, Amoya creaming on her fingers. Erik had enough of this. He needed attention too. It is his birthday after all.

“Here,” Erik stood in front of Novia over the arm of the couch, “Suck Daddy’s dick.”

Novia wraps her hand around Erik causing him to throw his head back. Novia kisses the tip of his dick repeatedly while looking into his eyes. Erik watched her with weak eyes and a pout of his lips. Novia jerked his dick while letting out soft moans because Amoya was tonguing that clit just right. Rolling that clit ring around the tip of her sharp tongue. Erik forcefully grabs her hair, smacking her lips with his dick.

“Didn’t I tell you to suck this Daddy dick? You better take getting that phat puss ate while sucking me.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Novia engulfs Erik’s dick, swallowing him whole. She twirled her tongue around the tip of his dick before bobbing her head over his length. Erik watched her pretty espresso eyes open and close while she whimpered and gurgled on his meat. Her jaws were so tight on him. She didn’t want that dick out her mouth at all. Erik grabs Novia’s hair into a ponytail while lowering her head over his length. Her lips strained to fit around him since Erik is so damn girthy. Amoya flicks Novia’s jeweled clit from side to side, Novia’s toes curling and her belly clenching. She couldn’t scream, she could only whimper with a mouth full of dick. That chocolate stick going in and out of her little mouth. She was about to cum all over Amoya’s face. 

Novia popped her mouth off of Erik’s sloppy dick, “Daddy, I’m about to cum!”

“Suck my fucking dick, Novia-“

“But Daddy! Ummmmmmm, Daddy it’s coming, it’s coming-“

“You want Daddy to fuck your throat? I will make you choke in here you better give me what I need. You gon’ do what I say?”

“UMPH!!! Oh! Yes! Yes! Right there baby! I’ve been wanting this all day! Yes! Gawd! You love my pussy so muchhhhh! Ah!!!” Novia completely ignored Erik with the way Amoya was eating her pussy. 

She was losing her voice. Amoya drained Novia dry. Erik glared at Novia, pulling her hair again. Novia whimpers in slight pain while Erik smashes her face into his crotch. He wanted that dick sucked now. He was tired of being left out. Amoya lifts from under Novia, getting down on her knees to join her in sucking her mans dick. Erik noticed her coming with a wet face so he pulled his dick out of Novia’s mouth to smack Amoya in the face with it. Amoya could feel the spit from his dick on her cheek. He was very very hard and very very mad. 

“Daddy needs his dick sucked and you kept distracting Novia. Why don’t you suck on this sack since you like actin’ up. It’s Daddy’s special day today. Both of y’all better suck my dick and make me bust a big nut. Think I’m playing.”

Novia sucks Erik’s dick with so much passion. She stroked it with her mouth and no hands. All of him could fit in her mouth and it drove him crazy. Then Amoya’s constant sucking on his nuts had the tip of his dick dripping with pre cum in Novia’s mouth. All that slurping and gurgling Novia was doing is exactly what Erik wanted to hear. 

“Such a pretty dick sucker. You like being a slut for me? You like sucking this dick when I’m married? You like swallowing all this pipe that fucks my wife? Huh?”

His words made Novia feel even more horny and wet. 

“Did I answer your wish, baby girl? You wished you could suck my fat dick? Mmm, good bitch, please Daddy’s dick.” 

Amoya came up while biting her lower lip with pleading eyes. She wanted some dick too. Erik pulled Novia’s mouth off his dick so that Amoya could have some. Novia sucked on Amoya’s nipples while Amoya sucked his dick. She stroked his shaft while sucking the tip of his dick, spit oozing down the sides of her mouth. Novia reaches out to stroke Erik’s wet balls while tonguing Amoya’s nipples. 

“Damn, you have a big fat dick,” Novia said while watching Amoya suck Erik’s dick, “I would love to eat that up. It’s so big. Just so BIG.” 

Amoya popped her mouth off, licking the side of Erik’s shaft. Novia sucked the tip of Erik’s dick, moaning with it in her mouth while her pretty espresso eyes blinked up at him innocently. 

Novia popped her mouth off to lick the tip of his dick, “I could do this for hours and forget the time,” She spoke in an alluring tone.

“Mmm, is that right? You like being a mouth to fuck, huh?”

“Yes, please, Daddy. My mouth is your to fuck,” Novia stares almost cross-eyed at Erik’s dick, “Wow, thats a big, black, juicy, meaty, dick.” Her lips found the tip of his dick again. Erik’s mouth hung open and his eyes were slits. The feeling of Amoya’s tongue on his shaft while Novia sucked his phat tip made his balls jump. 

“My pussy is so wet,” Amoya rubbed her clit. She could hear her wetness glide over her erect clit that was in desperate need to be sucked on. “Fuck, look at all that dick in her mouth. Look, Daddy.”

Erik could hardly look. Novia was aiming to milk him. 

“She’s a very very good girl,” Amoya whispered while grabbing Erik’s balls, “mmm, she’s taking all that yummy dick, Daddy. Bust in her mouth please.” 

Erik was grunting and moaning with a defeated expression on his face. Amoya’s words and the way she was working his balls threw Erik over the deep end. He was being controlled by a good dick sucking bitch with a sugary pussy and a big ol’ ass. 

“Her mouth is full of Daddy’s dick. She loves sucking on your big black dick, she knows it’s my husbands dick that’s why she enjoys it so much. She’s a nasty slut, Daddy. Just use her mouth for your cum, Daddy.”

Erik held the back of Novia’s head as his cum shot off in her mouth. Amoya crawled over, sticking her tongue out with Novia’s to catch his nut. Erik rapidly jerked his dick, spurts of cum spilling on their face and tongue. His abs were so sweaty and so was his neck. Both women licked the rest of his dick to get all of his cum. Two tongues on his dick made him cum a little more. Novia and Amoya gave the tip of his dick open-mouthed kisses. 

“GODDAYM.” Erik finally found his voice to speak, “nasty bitches, Hmph!”

“It’s so thick,” Novia closed her eyes while licking her upper lip with the tip of her tongue, “I’m gonna enjoy choking on this monster dick.” 

“I’m gonna fuck your pussy up. Keep talking like that and watch how I give you this big dick.” Erik barked out, “Lil’ nasty bitch. You like giving that puss up I know you do.”

“Mmm, is it all for me, Daddy?”

“Thats fucking right girl-“

“I need to be smacked in the face with this amazing huge dick. Smack me around with that dick a good bit, I love it so much.” 

Amoya dragged her tongue up Novia’s neck. Novia slowly closed her eyes, extending her neck for more. 

“Shit, we taking this to the bed, fuck that.” Erik reached down for both women. Amoya and Novia walked in front of him, leading the way to the bedroom so they could finish what they started. Climbing the stairs was a struggle for Erik because he couldn’t help reaching out to smack both of their asses. Finally, Amoya pulled Novia’s arm as they walked into the large master bedroom with a platform bed like royalty. The room was surrounded with ceiling to floor windows that showed the valley at night time and a view of the pool and jacuzzi. Amoya couldn’t keep her hands, lips, and tongue off of Novia. She pushed Novia down on the bed, climbing on top of her to kiss her. Novia rubbed her hands over Amoya’s bubble booty before dragging her nails up her spine. Erik sat on the bed, leaning forward to suck on Novia’s right nipple. Amoya’s hand came down between Novia’s legs to rub her pierced clit in a slow circle. Novia’s hips bucked.

Erik could not stop watching them kiss. They did it so gently. Novia would suck on Amoya’s bottom lip, Amoya would drag her pink tongue across Novia’s lips, then they would equally suck each others tongues and lips while staring each other in the eyes. Erik wanted to taste Novia’s lips too. He grabs Novia’s chin, and stuck  his tongue deep in her mouth. Novia wraps a hand around his neck to kiss him back just as hard. Erik’s brows creased when he felt her small hand rest over his Adam’s apple. She could hardly fit her hand around him. She kept up with him though which turned him on heavily. Novia broke the kiss to moan sharply, resulting in Erik’s lips placing an open mouthed kiss on her jaw instead. 

“You like this big black dick you better take all of me in that phat pussy like a good little bitch.” Erik whispered to her. Novia’s mouth was unhinged and her curls we’re tangled and all over her face. Amoya was dragging her tongue from her entrance where all that honey spilled all the way up to her jeweled clit. She did it at a lagging pace while studying Novia’s face. Novia sat up on her elbows, moving her hips to follow the unhurried pace of Amoya’s tongue. Her clit and inner folds were so erect and rushing with blood. She was ready to explode. 

“Huuuuuh” She gasps, breathing in deeply. Novia sighed, sounds barely audible, and stuck in her throat. Erik’s dick was pointed to the ceiling. He bites his bottom lip while glaring down at Amoya enjoying Novia’s pierced clit. She was being very stingy. Erik wanted to bust Novia’s pussy wide open with all of his dick. 

“Ooooooooooo, uh-uh-uhhhhh,” Novia’s eyes rolled shut as she came in Amoya’s mouth for a second time that night. Even though Erik wanted a piece of Novia for himself, watching Amoya make Novia’s pussy cum with just her tongue turned Erik on. Amoya kisses Novia’s inner thighs, leading up her body. Before she could kiss Novia, Erik grabs Amoya’s neck to make her kiss him instead. He wanted to taste Novia’s pussy too. He was an addict for that sugar that Novia produced. Now he wanted it to coat his dick.

“Tryna be stingy? Daddy needs some of her pussy too, baby. You gotta share.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Amoya said with a pout of her lips. 

“You’re gonna let Novia have some pussy while I fuck her pussy up with this Big Daddy Dick?”

“Uh-huh, yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” Erik let go of his wife’s neck, watching her crawl to the top of the bed to lay down. Novia turned around to arch her back, all that big ass in the air with the deepest arch. Erik didn’t even need to tell her, she knows how to point that ass straight up and bend her back. All that thick dick was going to fit inside of Novia’s tight pussy. He couldn’t wait.

“Mmmm, look at this lil’ sexy pussy,” Erik smacked his dick on Novia’s clit, “Ready for me to make them cheeks clap?”

“Yes,” Novia spoke into Amoya’s pussy. Amoya held her hair out of the way while Novia finger-fucked her pussy and licking her clit at the same time.

Erik wasted no time sinking his dick in her deep, tight hole. He held her cheeks apart so he could watch how his vast and long dick stretching her walls out. Novia popped her lips off Amoya’s clit to look back at Erik with a single thick brow elevated and her mouth hanging open. Her pussy was pulling on his dick. Erik was almost all the way in, only about an inch left. He stayed still with his eyes on her face. She could not believe that much dick was in her pussy. Amoya is a lucky woman. Dick so massive in her little pussy. Erik pulls all the way out to the tip causing Novia’s head to fall forward while her fingers still stroked Amoya’s pussy. Erik then sank back inside but faster this time, making Novia pop her ass and arch her back more. She could not stop looking back at Erik. 

“Mmmm,” Erik hummed with pleasure, “make you take it right here on this bed.”

“Umph, Fuck-“ Novia hissed.

“I’m gonna beat this thang up. Just you wait.” 

“Yeah? Teach me how to take this fat dick? Show me what it feels like?” Show me how this ass clap, Daddy?”

Erik stood still, “Fuck this fat dick. Make it bust. Work this dick and take care of both of us, bitch.” 

Amoya wanted to cum so bad. She pulled Novia’s head down to her pussy, Novia’s lips wrapped around her clit. Erik grunted angrily, slamming his dick inside to remind Novia of her task. Novia moaned sharply, popping her lips off of Amoya’s pussy again. Amoya lets out deep, shuddering breaths. Her pussy quivered with need. Novia was sucking it so damn good. She needed Amoya to herself. Erik did too. They couldn’t share her.

“Make me bust a nut right now!” Erik’s deep voice barked out. Novia widened her legs, grabbed a handful of the sheets, and started throwing her pussy back on Erik’s dick. Her pussy made creamy noises then it started queefing, “I hear that pussy making all that damn noise. It’s okay, baby, Daddy like all that noise. Daddy like it cuz I know it’s my dick that for you doing that.”

Novia’s ass clapped off of Erik fast and hard. Her pussy was hot and moist around him. Novia moaned in little gasps while her hips thrust back in a desperate rhythm. 

“Nice back it up motion with that lil’ sexy pussy,” Erik strikes Novia’s ass, “Gon’ head and fuck this Daddy dick. Love a phatty throwing it back.”

Amoya crawled towards the end of the bed, opening her legs wide while rubbing her clit. Amoya grabs Erik’s free hand, bringing his fingers to her entrance.

“Daddy, please, stuff me,” Amoya begged. 

“I got you, Wifey, don’t worry,” Erik used three fingers, “Damn, thats stuffed enough for you? Your shit is so wet.”

“Mmm, yes, Big Daddy,” Amoya pulled on her nipples while watching Erik fuck her, “Damn, daddy, she throwing that juicy pussy on you. Fuck that dick bitch. Mmm, Daddy, she’s really enjoying it.”

“Nice way to give that pussy up,” Erik thumped her ass before grabbing the side of her ass with his fingers to hold her still while he delivered strokes. With his other hand stroking Amoya’s puss, Erik practically dragged Novia onto his dick with his other hand. 

“Poor lil’ puss,” Erik knew he was beating her pussy up, “Such a brave lil’ bitch taking all this thick pipe in your guts, girl.” 

Amoya squeezed Erik’s fingers while creaming and squirting. Erik kept going in her pussy, making her cum again. Amoya’s thighs shook as she let out a forced breath from her lungs. Erik pulled his fingers out, placing them in Amoya’s mouth for her to suck on. Novia was in heaven with the way Erik fucked her. Erik’s fingers slipped out of Amoya’s mouth to grab onto Novia’s hips. She looked back at Erik while her curls bounced around her head because of how hard and rushed he fucked her. Novia looked over at Amoya with an open mouth and her eyes fluttering shut. When they finally closed, Amoya grabs Novia’s chin, sharing the cum from her pussy with her. They flicked tongues before Novia bites her bottom lip, face creased like she was about to cry. 

“Back up on Daddy’s dick, come on Novia, give Daddy that pussy,” Amoya whispered in her ear while watching her husband pound Novia. 

“D-daddy has my pussy c-cumming already, fuckkkkk,” Novia’s cream filling coated Erik’s dick heavily. He pulled out, watching Amoya suck Novia’s cum off. She became dick hungry and sucked him some more after he was clean on his dick.

“Don’t forget Daddy’s nuts,” Erik made Amoya lick Novia’s cum from his sack, “Give Novia a taste, don’t be stingy. It’s always polite to share.”

Novia and Amoya tongue kissed. The sweet tang of her cum made Amoya’s pussy leak some more. Erik reaches over to flick Amoya’s clit. He lined himself up with her pussy, pulling her legs all the way back and then bam! He was right inside her smothering walls. Amoya fought for more oxygen when Erik thrust into her. Still, after three years it felt like the first time fucking him. Her emerging gasps fueled Erik to pump into her like he was doing push ups. Erik forced Amoya’s legs over his shoulders while drilling her. She looked down at his thick dick and couldn’t watch anymore. Novia rubbed her clit while staring into Erik’s eyes. She pouted when she saw his cream coated dick go to town in Amoya so forcefully. Novia’s breath rushed in and out quickly with need. 

“Damn, Daddy! FUCK!” Amoya slapped her own ass, “FUCK, DADDY! Make me cum with that big ass dick!”

“Yes, make that pussy cum with that fat ass dick,” Novia motivated Erik, “oooooo, Daddy, you’re tearing her pussy up!” 

“Taking every inch of me like the good little girl you are,” Erik held his dick deep, Amoya’s breath halted, “Cum on this dick. Make you cum, right? Make you cum? Make you cum, baby?” Amoya rapidly nods her head, “Then give Daddy that puss so I can make this good puss cum all over this motherfucking bed-“

“Uhhhhh! Uhhhhhh!-“

“Mhm, making all that damn noise-“

“Uhhhhhhhhhhh, Dadddyyyyyyyyyy!”

Amoya was about to squirt. Novia got down between her legs, her tongue out and touching her chin from how long it was. She was ready to sip off that pussy. Amoya’s cum came flowing and while Erik still stroked, Novia arched forward to lick up as much as she could off Erik’s dick and her pussy. Amoya gave a shivering inhale when more of her squirt splashed out. Erik pulls his dick out, face between Amoya’s legs with Novia, licking her pussy to clean it up.

“Fuck,” Amoya’s toes curled. Erik pulled Novia’s hair to make her turn to him, Erik putting his tongue in her mouth so they can share her juices. Erik’s dick hit Novia in her stomach. Novia grabs it, stroking it nice and slow. It was heavy in her hand. Amoya finally got up, kissing Novia’s neck and whispering nasty things in her ear. Novia broke the kiss with Erik to kiss Amoya. Her hand left Erik’s dick and now she was back on Amoya. Novia pushes Amoya down onto the bed. Novia got on top of her, lining her clit up with Amoya’s clit. They both began tribbing. Their wet sticky pussies easily moved against each other’s. Unsteady moans filled the room. Erik watched the way Novia’s phat ass would bounce with need when she forced her hips to move with Amoya’s. Amoya lifted her hips from the bed to grind up into Novia’s pussy. Erik crawled on the bed on his knees, jerking his dick behind Novia’s plump ass. Erik smacked his dick on her cheeks one by one, before dragging down to sink inside of her pussy from the back again. 

“Umph! Umph!” Novia sucked in a sharp breath as she pushed Erik back. His dick was too deep and big in her sensitive pussy. 

Erik kisses his teeth, taking his hand to crack Novia’s ass angrily for pushing away from his dick. She was cumming on Amoya’s pussy. Then seconds later, Amoya cums. Erik watched with a clenched jaw as all her cream spilled out and rolled down her clit and onto Amoya’s pussy. All that cum. 

“I’m fucking tired of this,” Erik picked Novia up, wrapping her legs around his waist and holding her firmly with his tight arms encircling her waist. He put his dick right back where it belonged, his hand reaching out to cradle Novia’s neck to make her look at him. He didn’t give her time to adjust, his dick was so deep in her. Novia clawed his shoulders while Erik bounced her. She felt every vein, all his girth, and his length. Nothing was held back.

“I’m taking this puss. Make your ass remember what this dick feel like. Have you feeling this dick even when I’m not in it, bitch. You like being Daddy’s little slut for this dick?”

“Uhhhh, yes! Dig my pussy out, Daddy!”

Amoya got down on her knees to lick Erik’s balls. She could see right up into Novia’s puss while she was taking all of Erik’s dick. That puss is being rawed hard. 

“Umph, get in that pussy, fuck that pussy,” Amoya spoke between licks, “Ohhhh, she’s loving that-“

“Yeah, she loves this dick,” Erik hooked his arms under her legs, bringing them up. Novia was nice and bendy since she was so flexible. Now she had nowhere to run while Erik fucked her. 

“Ooooo,” Novia couldn’t keep her eyes on Erik. 

“What?” Erik said with a cocky grin.

“I love having your dick in me it feels so good,” Novia whispered shallowly from her lungs.

“GIMMIE this sexy lil’ pussy. You taking all of me, girl-“

“I love taking dick, a lot of dick, Daddy.”

Amoya was mesmerized by the view of Novia’s clit stretching over Erik’s dick and that pretty jewel coated with her cum. Amoya just knew that her clit could feel the thickness of Erik’s dick tug on it over and over. She imagined fucking Novia with her dildos. She couldn’t wait for this weekend to really kick off. 

“He about to bust, girl,” Erik was referring to his fat dick, “Damn, shit, Hmph, give this pussy up and make me cum bitch-FUCKKKKKKKK, BRUH!” 

Erik slips Novia off his dick, a hand wrapped around the base to jerk his cum load out. Both Novia and Amoya were down on their knees, ready and waiting. Sticking their tongues out, Erik shot off his first load, the cum landing on Amoya’s lips. More and more came and soon their faces were covered in it. Erik couldn’t believe he came that much. His cum just wouldn’t stop. Their tongues flicking the tip of his dick made it worse. He watched as his dick jumped and spilled with cum while they attacked that meaty pole. He pulled both of their hair and backed away. 

Novia and Amoya stood with their facials, Erik grabbing both of their necks and pulling them in for a kiss. All three of their tongues thrashed and Erik could taste his cum mixed with theirs while he kissed them. It was so erotic. His dick would not go down. Erik pulled Novia back so he could stare at her. That breathtaking bitch was responsible for making him nut so damn much. This was only the beginning. Amoya pulled Novia towards her, licking Erik’s cum from her face. They looked like they wanted to play some more. It was going to be a long night. Erik walked away to grab some water for them, leaving Novia and Amoya alone to explore some more until Big Daddy came back to get his. 

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                                   MAPLEVIEW TASK 005: CHARACTER SURVEY.

CHARACTER INFO

full name: michael moon / myungjun moon

nickname(s): mike, jun

birthday: 09 / 09 / 1999

zodiac sign: virgo

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: bisexual

birthplace: philadelphia, pennsylvania

length of time living in mapleview: moved here in early october of 2020

occupation: concessions stand employee at the drive-in threater

relationship status: single but him and @matrodriguez act like boyfriends so idk if that counts 😪 

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

hair color: naturally black, although mike dyes it a lot. currently it’s a cotton candy pink.

eye color: dark brown

height: 5′11″ - 181 cm

tattoos/piercings: has a '09' tattoo on his left forearm for his lucky number. as for piercings, he has two lobe piercings on each ear, and has a helix piercing on his left ear.

birthmarks/scars: he has a small scar on his right eyelid from when he fell as a kid. a few minor, barely visible scars on his knees and elbows from skateboarding. 

other notable features: this man has the nicest lips, i just have to mention this one useless but very necessary fact 

FAMILY

mother: miyoung kim

father: jaewoong moon

siblings: half brother - daniel moon ( @daniclmoon ), half sister - aera "ari” moon ( npc - shin yuna fc )

children: n/a

pets: an orange kitten named mango

PSYCHE

mbti: ESFP-T

character archetype: a mix of the joker and the caregiver

ennegram: the enthusiast

moral alignment: chaotic good

THIS OR THAT

coffee or tea: coffee

morning or evening: evening

sweet or savory: savory

cake or pie: cake

cats or dogs: cats

baths or showers: both

MISCELLANEOUS

character aesthetics: click here

highest level of schooling: currently taking a bachelor degree in computer science with a concentration in game design

what they do do relax: playing animal crossing or stardew valley, hanging out with bella or other friends, skating, listening to audiobooks, ask mateo for a cuddle <3

favorite season: summer and spring

favorite places around mapleview: the pastry place, drive-in movie theater, southern bean coffee shop, mapleview gazebo, the sunrise diner.