#also excuse the moustache I gave him

[cupophrogs]

Since we're putting things in front of people, and by things I mean more people and by people I mean Thing, would you accept this old man as Thing-bute?

Originally I was just gonna say he was just Catnap, but it got to be silly soooo

Take this scribble :D

[mochirizu]

I made a design sheeeettttt!!!! EDIT: Altered Twig's design slightly so her hair and eyes are more accurate to her original description

Now excuse me while I go through each character and design process:

FROST

I was able to draw his face by looking at Kung Fu Panda's Tigress and Tai Lung

I gave him four fingers because it feels weird to give him five and glasses because Derek has glasses and I wanted to incorporate elements of him into Frost

I also simplified a few elements of his design so it would be easier for me to translate into future drawings consistently(this is the case with most people here)

GRICKO:

His body type was tricky because he's 3'5 but I ended up settling on giving him toned arms and a dad gut (dilf energy)

Gave him more of a shaggy-esque beard/stubble and a 5 o'clock shadow to go with it

Tooth earring because I can

KREMY:

It took ages to draw an alligator face but I think I nailed it

Gold tooth and yassified eyeshadow and lashes, he's a suave mofo

His cane handle has a moustache too. Please appreciate it

GIDEON:

Patches on his trousers and a scar on his nose to show him being roughed up a bit

The cuffs were surprisingly tricky, mainly because I didn't wanna draw all those chains so I just gave him a few(again, simplicity)

I had fun with his boots!!! (his boobs too)

TORBEK:

I felt a bit of pressure with his design because I love him so much and I wanted to accurately convey his wet cat energy

Gave him big sad dark eyes, and simplified the tubing and cannisters. I simplified a LOT of him actually, since he's so much more detailed than the others

Gave him a tail as well, he feels like he'd have a tail

CLEMENTINE

She was also kind of tricky, particularly in the face, but I ended up settling for goat pupils and a gap tooth

Since Clemmie is a satyr now(felt like it would fit her vibe better) I changed a couple of her design elements while keeping the original blueprint

Her hairstyle is two bubble braids, forget me nots in her hair rather than buttercups, wraps on her arms and a toothed belt! Im quite proud of this now :))

TWIG:

Regardless of how I thought her outfit would look, i KNEW she'd have pigtails and a frilly petticoat

The ladybug detail was a last-minute thing, mainly because she already has spots why not give her ladybug wings

In terms of face, I reference Willow from TOH for the eye shape and smile(also gave her heterochromia unintentionally, now Im sticking with it)

[deadbeat-motel]

ᗩᒪᗩᔕTOᖇ ᖇEᗪEᔕIGᑎ

I finally got to the design I hate the most, Alastor.

I'm not a fan of my design simplified to meet the cast's more cartoony style. I tried my best but might draw him some other time with my actual style.

Anyway, my thoughts are under the cut:

My issues with their Original designs:

What can I say that hasn't been already said by so many others?

Red overpowers his entire design and he barely stands out of the background, sometimes he blends with it at times.

Supposedly a mixed person yet the average audience member who watches the show with no context can't tell that he is. I don't want to hear about how mixed people can be pale-skinned because he was never written as a white-passing poc in mind. His Creole background was an excuse to use voodoo in the show and merchandising.

Another Vivzie character that dons a shoulder-padded suit. I believe he's one of the 5 others that has this repeating design trait (Angel Dust, Charlie, Pentious, Lucifer, Valentino, Vox)

His hair bothers me a lot. A 1930s man having a scene kid's haircut? I have a hard time believing that for the sake of the show. Also, not to mention he has that awkward undercut that ends up making him a scuffed Willy Wonka cosplayer.

Twink...

Personal tidbit, but I'm not sure what his staff's design even is? an egg with a microphone in it?

The thought process:

First of all, gave him a darker skin tone, that light grey doesn't cut it for me, unfortunately.

Also heard that his inspiration was Dr. Facilier and with that in mind, I wanted to make him look like him a bit more like him.

The mostly grey and black color palette was inspired by 99monchrome's take on Alastor. Teddy's take is pretty amazing.

If I remember, there was something about him being hunted and shot at like a deer while escaping the authorities. The headshot manifests as a small red X on his forehead.

Gave him a pencil moustache since I wanted him to look like a grown man in the 1930s. Plus, there is a seemingly noticeable lack of facial hair on every male character in this show. (If you're showing me an example of the opposite, please do not give me some background character or any Helluva boss character.)

An extra set of teeth will appear within the slits on his mouth, forming to prevent Alastor from being ever able to frown.

His mouth is also constantly bleeding.

A small detail that would be easy to miss but his eyes are radio dials.

He has a tail and fur on his body because I think it's cute.

Sort of like Velvette in the series, I do want to have Alastor drastically change hairstyles from time to time. Dreads, Twists, Straightened, Buzzed, etc.

A little detail just important to me is that his eyebrows go from thin to thick at its ends.

He does have fur all over his body.

[duskier]

This one is for my wife Mhairi @auspicioustidings <33

Fuck the rain. Fuck this whole day. And while we are at it, fuck the rain again for good measure.

You were shivering like a wet kitten right before the door, having rung the bell twice on accident from how hard you were shaking. When the door finally swung open after seconds which felt like minutes, you were greeted by the beautiful face of Laswell. She looked younger than she does at work, bundled in soft and expensive looking pajamas with her hair loose around her shoulders.

She barely looked at you for a second before she yelled behind her, "John, get the kettle on!" Turning back to you, her voice as warm and sweet as honey, "What happened to you sweetheart?"

Ushering you inside, she didn't listen to a tiny bit of your protests as she locked the door behind you and started pulling your meager layers off. Your thin jacket, your pathetic excuse of a scarf, even your top shirt as it had absolutely soaked through were tugged off and tossed to the side to dry. Next it was as if she had miracled up a towel just for you, wrapping it around your shoulders and taking the excess length of towel to shake your hair out. Her hands were gentle but sure, familiar with your every curve.

"I got your peppermint Kate, assuming that- oh, love, when did you get in? You look a mess."

Laswell turned her head to Price and shot him a glare, the look alone righting the captain's posture.

"Sorry, not what I meant to say my love! What's going on then?"

Price took up one side of you, the two working together using the towel to dab the last of the rain water soaking you away. You tried to find words, but the first few times you tried you choked on your own pitiful sadness, the emotion fighting its way up and out of you.

"Shh, you don't have to tell us now sweetheart. Let's focus on getting you warm okay? John, you have extra sweats, don't you? Run and get them."

"Yours would fit her better, Kate."

With an eyeroll, Kate gave you one last squeeze on your shoulder before she made her way upstairs. You all but fell directly into Price's arms, and he cooed at you gently as your sobs finally broke out, shaking your whole body with the force of them.

"There we go love, just let it all out. You are doing a great job." If he could feel any lingering wetness soaking into his shirt, he made no move to point it out. Only rubbed his large hands soothingly up and down your back. Price was just so big and strong, you felt yourself flagging against him.

"Kate and I are going to take care of you, okay love? You came to the absolutely right place. You don't have to tell us anything, just let us take care of our precious girl."

You jerked for a moment in surprise at feeling the warmth of Laswell at your back, her arms wrapping around to squeeze you tighter between herself and Price.

"He's right sweetheart. We are here for you." You could feel her press a kiss into your hair.

Then the tickle of Price's moustache against your forehead as he also gave you a kiss. They only let you go long enough to meekly change into the sweats Laswell gave you, and then pulled you back into a similarly warm hug. The two of them shuffled you into their living room and plopped down alongside you onto the giant couch. Price reached behind him to drape a blanket over the three of you as you threw your legs over his lap. Laswell let you rest your head back against her shoulder, her cheek soft and warm against your forehead. Everything was becoming warmer, and you felt your muscles relaxing one by one as your brain caught up with how much nicer this was than your entire day- actually, your whole week- had been.

The last little cries were slowing down and dying out in your chest, Price's strong hands giving a soft squeezing massage to your calves while Laswell ran her fingernails gently through your scalp. The repetitive, soothing massages were careening you straight from your mental breakdown to falling asleep quickly.

You tried to protest, work yourself back up to a fully seated position and head home, but neither of them would hear it and instead encouraged you to sink lower. As the world, and your shitty night, faded away from your mind you could hear Laswell and Price talking softly around you.

[jevilowo]

List of Tf2 inconsistenties that piss me off

Bc its 1am and im staying awake while beloved mutual Jo livetexts me while they watch venom (I'd tag them but they blocked tf2 tag)

The timeline presented in the Shakespearicles post. Just read it yourself its sosisoso frustrating

The claim in the Shakespearicles post that mankind gave up inventing until 1921. What do you call Radigan in the 1890s then idiot.

Different claims on Merasmus' age (older than the universe in doommates, vs 6000ish in the lore comics) (this means the universe is 5999ish i guess okay)

Scout claims in comic 4 that he met Ms Pauling 6 years ago. Medic claims the mercs have shared "at least" 8 halloweens together. Despite both of these, the catch up comics imply the gravel wars with our mercs only took place over one summer. The first two are supposed to be meta jokes I think (ms pauling debuted in the war update comic, 2009, 5 years before comic 4 [miscalculations again??], and the first scream fortress was also 2009, 8 years before comic 6) but come onnnn be consistentttt.

Australian women had moustaches in the 1890s, but Mags doesn't? I've blamed this on long term Australium Depletion but its still annoying.

Saxton Hale claims its 2010 on the mannconomy update page, but the corresponding comic takes place in the 60s. I'm presuming this means the comic takes place on a different part of the timeline from Saxton’s notes but okay.

The crazy wild Australium retcon. So Sniper was created in 2007 to be australian. Then they invented Saxton Hale for Spy vs Sniper in 2009. Then people liked him so he became important. So in 2010, the engineer update invented Australium (although it was alluded to as early as the classless update a bit before that) and the corresponding comic claimed it made all australians buff. Despite this, in 2011 Sniper's parents were given very not buff, probably bc the artist was hella rushed at the time and had no time to reread the engineer update stuff. Then the comic writer remembered scrawny bastard Sniper was Australian, although maybe the regular writers were cooking excuses for that before then. So we got the New Zealand excuse in 2014 (im pretty sure), but that still didn't explain away his parents looking normal. Thus, my australium depletion theory. Valve should just hire me at this rate smh.

Silas Mann. They were setting him up to be somewhat important I'M SURE OF IT. They even retconned a mann co "quarterly concern" from the classless update to include his name for the engineer update! And they changed the cover slightly. Can't tell if this is a retcon or some abandoned "they tried to cut him out of history" sideplot thingy to explain how Silas became the Horsemann. I'm still holding out hope he returns in comic 7.

Abe Lincoln died two different ways and still became a mercenary? I excuse this as he faked his death a little too well (some blueprints imply it in the engineer update)

Speaking of, a coin claiming he invented the rocket jump despite MY BOY SHAKESPEARICLES. GAH.

This is just off the top of my head, mind you, and i haven't finished lore research. Expect many more grievances.

But yeah no in conclusion the writers need a calculator and also to consult each other more often so they don't contradict each other

[technovillain]

Obsessed with your alt Gisu design, you have so much talent! 💙💙💙💙 I was wondering how you came up with each of the interns alt designs. Also hope you make a comic using that Alt design for Gisu one day!

tysm!!!! i'm glad u like them ehehehe ^_^ i can give u some design notes. it will be a long post sooooo I will put it under the cut. always love an excuse to ramble abt design choices.

Gisu: I do like her dinosaur shirt swag, but i feel like her layering doesn't have a lot of clarity in terms of like. what is going on with the shirts (vest?) and since the dino thing is never relevant to her character, I decided to lean into the electrokinesis theme with the lightning bolt jumper & under-cape pattern. Which is just a headcanon but I always forget it is!! I just like the idea of her being into electrokinesis bc it would make a lot of sense for someone who is paired up with Otto. Changed her bag to be a strap for her board so she doesn't have to carry it around all the time. Asymmetrical bun for some of that PN1 asymmetry flavor. Mismatched shoes bc she seems like the type to think that's cool (also maybe bc i do this and i'm projecting) Missing toof from skating incident + torn jeans. Electrokinesis scars on her hands, bc I like to think that psi-powers can leave physical damage if not used properly.

Morris: tried to balance out his proportions a little bit because sometime i feel like his head is so big you can't even see his body in screencaps. tried to make his head less round and his eyes too, I kind of like the thing that PN1 did where the heads sort of just fade into necks with less of a cutoff so I did that too. Nasty teenager moustache just felt right + some freckles. I changed his nose scar to face the other way bc I thought it was supposed to be nostrils at first. No notes on his levball-lawnchair wheelchair bc it is everything to me.

Lizzie: wanted to up the 80s goth influence on her. Imagine her hair as the super-teased puffy fried Siouxsie hair of the 80s goths. Nerfed her amount of patterns just for the sake of there is no way I am ever going to draw all of her details ever bc I don't have that kind of patience. again the graphic liner to lean into the 80s goth style. Also took away her chin/neck priveleges bc I did that to norma first and wanted them to still look similar. denim vest for more 80s influence.

Adam: (his is the only one i haven't stuck to drawing like this yet bc i like his canon round head) but I made him more square in general bc I feel like he's the most grounded and straight-edged intern. gave him more pattern on his dress (tunic?) and hat bc everybody has more pattern than him. the linked lapel pins and hat dangles are meant to evoke his use of the yo-yo weapon. Unified his color palette more with more green and purple. Strings tied around his fingers, again for more yo-yo imagery but also bc he seems like a workaholic who would be overscheduled and have a lot to remember.

Norma: this girl knits!!! she was the first character i tried to "PN1-ify" and she just felt like she needed a big old backpack. for her overprepared freshman who thinks she knows everything energy. also symbolizes her putting a ton of weight and expectations on her shoulders when she really doesn't have to (which is kind of a core tenet of the little bit of canon personality she has) orange glasses bc my tinted glasses addiction is quite evident. the yellow pompom on her hat matches Lizzie's, giving them a sibling connection, also saying that she knitted her sister's hat :]

Sam: the first thing that I thought when I first saw Sam's canon design was that she looked straight out of 2013 with her ugg boots and that particular shirt pattern, which maybe isn't exclusive to the early 2010s but once i thought that it was burnt into my mind. So I tried to make her look more 80s with the short skirt and buckled boots and off the shoulder sweater. the too-long sleeves give her kitty energy (and i put cat hair on them). Gave her whale earrings bc she seems to really like whales in canon. gave her a cleft palate scar because i drew her with that once, plus I kind of see it when she makes the :3 face. revoked her neck priveleges altogether because if compton and dogen don't have them why should she!!!

[pixies-and-poets]

Maybe something with the Borrower!Woodrow au? If that's not too big a bother of course

- @down-the-rabbid-hole

[A sequel to this piece from earlier!]

The opera had reached its intermission between the second and third acts. Soon the grand finale would be upon them, but for now, the actors and singers hurried to their dressing rooms for a moment's reprieve and to change into new costumes for the next act's timeskip.

Most of the performers shared a dressing room, but as the leading man, Phantom had his own. Once he entered and shut the door behind him, the first thing he did was open his pocket and pull out its little occupant. He held the tiny creature gently in his big hand, raising him up to his eye level.

"Have you been alright in there, tesorito?" he inquired. "Not too hot or stuffy? The stage lights can be sweltering."

"Oh, I've been fine! I suppose I was rather warm, but... I wouldn't have blamed the lights." Still, now that he was in the open air, he did find it refreshing, and realized he had been sweating a bit.

"Well, if you start feeling sick or uncomfortable, you must let me know. Just pound on my chest. I will make an excuse to get offstage and relieve you."

"Ah, but I'd never want to disrupt your show! Worry not about me..."

"There have been many shows, and there will be many others. But there is only one pocket-poet I know of, and he cannot be replicated." With a smile, he leaned forward and gave the little rabbid a kiss on the head. Woodrow reached up and played with his moustache for a moment, love-drunk.

Phantom sat his companion down on top of his vanity, on a pretty box that contained pins, hair ties, and other odds and ends for holding costumes and hair in place. He turned to his costume rack and casually stripped off his clothes, ready to change into his elaborate outfit for the final act. Woodrow leaned forward in yearning, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, longing to bury himself in that chest-fur, to cling to it, to feel his whole body rise and fall with Phantom's speech and laughter and song. But he knew the singer had limited time. There would be time enough later.

"Ah, Tom-" he called out as the singer slid his arms into a fresh undershirt. "I was wondering about something."

"Mmhmm?" said the other, buttoning up the shirt. He usually hated explaining theatre to the ignorant, but for the little borrower he was always happy to oblige. He had an excuse for his lack of knowledge, after all... but also... Tom just couldn't get enough of talking to him.

"Before the show, someone offered you roses, but you turned them down... why is that? I thought you adored roses."

"Ah!" said the ghost with a smile, putting on a colorful new vest. "I wondered if you might find that rude of me. But you see... the person who offered me those roses was either a fool, or trying to sabotage me."

"Sabotage you?! How? Do you think those were poisonous roses?"

Phantom laughed, as he looked in the mirror and adjusted his new costume. "No, carito. Besides, poison would do little to me. Rather... how shall I put it. The theatre is its own world, and has its own rules. Its own magic. And there are many, many things that cause bad luck, and bad shows, and bad performances."

The poet's spine and ears straightened upright in an instant. "Bad luck..." he repeated. Then he settled down again, his ears drooping forward. The wondrous atmosphere of the stage had made him feel like he was transported to a new world, one where he could escape his problems... but it seemed that no place was immune to ill fortune.

"Indeed," said the ghost. "For instance- you may have heard that you must never tell a performer good luck, only break a leg, yes?"

The poet nodded. "Yes! I do remember reading about that."

"It's one of our most enduring superstitions," said the Phantom, pulling on a sparkling coat with a grand cape attached. "And that is why people tell me to break my legs, even though I have none." He chuckled, and made sure the decorative clasp on the front of his cape was secured. "Now, the flowers- that is the same. It's a bad omen to give an actor flowers before their performance. You must always wait until after. I will gladly be showered with roses and petals at the end of the show."

Woodrow nodded in curiosity. "Are there other omens?"

"Far too many!" said the ghost, as he sat down at his vanity, finally closer to the poet again. He opened his makeup-box and began freshening himself up. "You mustn't have a mirror onstage as a prop... you must never incorporate a peacock feather into a costume... there's a famous play whose name you must never speak within the confines of a theatre, even if you're rehearsing it, unless you are speaking the literal character's name as part of your lines... and others, which I can teach you in time."

"Astonishing!" said the little poet. "I thought I was an expert in bad luck. But it turns out there's a whole new world I've yet to learn about..."

Then suddenly he looked up sharply at the ghost. "Tom... do you not think me bad luck? Do you not worry about carrying me with you on stage? Do you worry that I myself will cause the performance to go awry? Considering..."

The ghost froze in the middle of touching up his eyeliner, the applicator in his hand, concern upon his face. Then he sat the eyeliner pencil down, and reached out his paw to gently lift the poet's chin. He leaned towards him and this time Woodrow felt the soft kiss that covered his whole face.

"It's like I said earlier. You haven't ruined my show yet, and even if you did, I wouldn't regret a thing. No matter what, I would rather you were with me. Crowds and crews and even critics come and go. But I want you near my heart forever."

Woodrow returned several kisses onto the large face in front of him. Then he sat back in quiet contentment and watched Phantom make himself even more beautiful.

Before long, a stage-hand at the door called out a five minute warning. Phantom picked up his companion, and slid him into the pocket of his new vest; a new temporary home. And there, separated by a thin layer of cloth, was the heart and the body and the soul he hoped he could call home forever.

[kitsumidori]

This took so long! And the reason was that I keep getting creative burn-out.

I've been wanting to do a headcanon post for the main siren character's (excluding the Calypso's) and this took way longer than I thought it would.

Key note

Along with the tattoos, another noticeable trait is the elf-like ears, each in different shapes and lengths.

Like in cannon, only 6 women can become sirens. There were instances of fake sirens which were women using make up to make tattoos and fake elf ears.

Sirens have a slightly longer life span than most humans, likely due to their demi-god status.

For now, I don't have a lot of headcanons for Sirens specifically. If I have more ideas, I'll update this.

Lilith

She gained a slight mutation due to both the Eridium usages and the forced ejections by Jack.

Freckles because she looks cute with them.

(Also I remember her vaultlander figure description called her the most powerful ginger in the world)

Hates Scythids. When she and her team first encountered them, she immediately jumped on Bricks shoulder and refused to get off until those "cockroaches from hell" were gone.

Was caught one night having a secret tea party with Butt Stallion (In her defense, she wanted a pony since she was 7).

Immediately adopted Angel once the whole Jack is dead thing settles down.

Maya

She's terrified of heights (somewhat cannon from her Runner dialog) mainly uses her wings for combat.

Before she came to Pandora, her hair was so long, that it was starting to trail behind her.

She cut it to her main style shortly after arriving at Pandora.

Did at one point consider going back to Athenas, but after Ava's situation with those monks, she ultimately decided to stay.

Has the biggest ears out of all the other sirens, but doesn't like to show them.

Axton did call her Dumbo once, she suplexed him and no one dared to call her that again.

Has a surprisingly strong sense of smell (somewhat cannon in the Wam Bam dlc where she was able to sense Hammerlocks moustache)

Loves mangos, like REALLY loves mangos. Give her a basket full of them and she'll die for you (medaforicly)

Angel (TW: mentions of abuse)

The scar on her left eye was from Jack trying to install an Echo Eye on her. Her body rejected it and Jack didn't even bother to remove it.

When Lilith found out, her silent fury was loud enough to scare a flock of Raks.

Struggled with eating without throwing up during her recovery, took her awhile to eat solids.

Pre-rescued: Jack would constantly put make-up on her not only to cover the bruises he gave her, but to also cover her freckles, a trait she gained from her mother.

Similar to Lilith, she gained a mutation from the Eridium usages, but her's is more noticeable due to years of constant Eridium ejections.

A lot of her clothes were hand-me downs from Lilith

Tannis

Her Phasesight powers were originally Steele's. However since Steele never chosen a successor, her powers were given to Tannis.

Used her illusion ability to hide both her tattoos and her ears.

Acts as Angels crazy aunt, to which everyone is surprised that those two got along very well.

Amara

Is BBF (Best Buff Friends) with Krieg, Brick, and Mr. Torgue. The four did an arm wrestling contest that ended in a draw between Amara and Krieg.

Loves gummy candy, especially ones with fruit juice in the center. Moze would usually have a tin with her whenever she's with Amara.

(Speaking of which, don't leave a fruit drop tin alone with her, she'll devour them all in one sitting)

Ok I really doubt that Amara can even summon wings, but let me pretend because Amara with multiple wings sounds cool!

Ava

Her parents died not because she accidentally leached them, but because the monks of Athenas wanted to take her with a bullshit excuse that there's a great evil coming.

They didn't believe the monks, which caused them to take her by force.

It ended with the monks killing her parents, and Ava leaching the monks.

Has a pretty big appetite, likely due to her siren powers.

(But more like she'll sneak into the kitchen at 2am to steal food kind of appetite than draining people's souls)

Total cringe fail. But to be fair, she's 14, and 14 year olds are allowed to be a little cringey, as long as it's harmless.

Her siren wings are based on the wings Troy uses in his boss fight.

[theknightofivanhoe]

Justice League: Question’s Hard Drive Ch 4: Assembling the Team

Table of Contents

In a dark, dilapidated warehouse laden with dirty, rusted crates and oil drums, a tall, black-haired man with a thin moustache, wearing brown trousers and jacket over a black shirt was following another man whose jaw was as large as a brick, his hair neatly trimmed and chocolate brown.

“So Colonel…” the moustached man spoke up in a smooth, slightly deep voice as they walked on, “Been meaning to ask you something,” “What? Five years not looking attractive already, Lawton?” asked the brick-jawed colonel Rick Flagg, who did indeed wear the formal dark blue suit of a US army officer. “You ‘do’ remember the other option’s no years at all? I.E, years of having a head?” “Hey, I’m well aware five was the agreement.” the mercenary Floyd Lawton, codenamed Deadshot, clarified to him. “Just want to let you know,” he continued as Flagg led him on through the grimy building, “A little girl of mine’s just made it to eighth grade.” Flagg only inclined his head to the man, but turned back and kept walking. Floyd decided to prod a little further. “Surely it’d be possible to schedule a vi - ” “This is serious stuff we’re assigning you for, Lawton.” Colonel Flagg flatly interrupted him. “Missions for CADMUS leave no room for family reunions.” Halfway through walking, Floyd felt himself twitch in surprise and a certain amount of outrage. “Excuse me?” “You heard me, soldier.” Flagg stated, leading Floyd towards a table. “Just be glad your little tyke’s going places, while you stick to the task at hand.” 

Despite the withering scowl on his moustached face, Floyd took a chair while his boss towered above him on the other side of the table. “So, what costumed chumps do I draw a bead on this time?” he asked, deciding to cut to the chase. “It seems our League friends have set out to hamstring CADMUS’ activities.” Flagg explained to him. “There has been a breach at one of our office buildings by two individuals connected to the League who have claimed valuable data.” “Any way we can track them?” Floyd questioned, deciding to push aside the whole daughter issue, for now at least. “We have already sent out recon units to pick up a trail just until a team can move in and recover this data.” Flagg told him. The convict/mercenary smirked up at the bulky, imposing colonel. “I was just gonna say, if they even get your info as far as the Watchtower, we’re basically asking to go through the last mission all over again.” “Glad you remember.” Flagg cut in with a growing frown. “And in case you forget, we’re one explosives specialist short thanks in no small part to your trigger-happy stunts.” “Okay, okay, I know, Plastique was a big loss. So any fresh recruits you’re calling in for this one?” Floyd asked, aware of Flagg’s rather low opinion towards him and others who operated outside the law. Flagg gave him an even darker look.

“Lucky for you, Lawton, CADMUS is sending you on this mission in good company, the sort that’s every bit the same lowlife criminal scum as you.” This idea of ‘good company’ got Floyd raising an eyebrow. “Once the data is tracked, you’ll be taking point while your mission leader handles everything else.” Flagg stated as he folded his powerful arms. “And this leader…” Floyd responded with a finger to his pointed chin, “Anything in particular I should know about him. Or her?” “Yeah, there is. That he’s had some previous…connection with one of our targets.” The colonel grimaced for a moment before continuing. “Also, I was against calling him up from the very start, but my superiors won the debate. *And* he’s someone I’m sure you’ll get along with. Famously…”

With a mind as sharp as his shooting, Floyd couldn’t help but catch something else in the colonel’s plan. “There’s something else too. Why does it somehow sound like you’re not gonna be on this one?” “You’re right actually.” Flagg grimly answered. “I won’t be joining you on this one. Getting this data back from these two Leaguers requires types that are too nasty even for them. And I don’t fancy mixing in with those who are nasty even by your…already low standards.” “Right. Don’t want the true American hero dirtying his patriotic pinkies with all the blood that comes with saving his great ol’ coun - ” Both hands smacking down hard on the tabletop, Flagg leaned towards the mercenary in aggravation. “Watch it, Lawton…” he snarled, the backchat grinding on his nerves. “I may be leaving you in this guy’s capable hands just in the hopes of wiping that stupid grin off your face.” “Boy, I can’t wait.” Floyd half-growled, sarcasm laced in his voice like poison in a dart. The colonel seemed to be restraining himself from physical violence, straightening and breathing in lightly. “Well, now that you’re filled in…” he said as his eyes darted past Floyd, “Your stuff is in that case.” The moustached assassin turned and saw a grey rectangular case on the floor. “The mission leader will debrief you on the data recovery, including what you’ll be up against. You’ll take a chopper and report to him at Miss Waller’s helipad. So get suited up, pronto.”

“So…heard you guys have had a little trouble with some data…” The tall, lanky-looking man, whose whole face was cloaked by the shadows of the half-lit office, threw himself back into a chair in front of a desk, behind which sat the short-haired, heavyset black woman smartly dressed in a blue jacket, Amanda Waller, one of the heads of the CADMUS organisation. The glow of her desk’s lamp reflected off the man’s hair, which was styled in a greased-up pompadour, while his eyes shone with a certain desire for some thrills and spills, possibly even for violence in the bargain. Behind him stood a tall, burly henchman.

“You heard correctly. This theft has been unlike any other mission the League has staged.” Amanda Waller informed the man sternly. “Previous activities have always ventured into reckless shows of force, teams of these abnormal beings and disguised vigilantes staging all-out assaults on whatever their enemies, including CADMUS, throw at them.” This man, who had been selected for this new mission, listened with merely a casual amount of interest, having heard news (particularly through the criminal underworld grapevine) about the Justice League’s attempts at heroics. “So what about this one? Please, indulge me” he persuaded with plenty of confidence and cunning in his smooth, charming voice, before the frowning, no-nonsense Waller set a folder onto the table. 

“These two intruders left all of the building’s security personnel utterly incapacitated. Currently they are in traction.” she continued. “Did our gallant heroes attempt any negotiations before doing this?” the stranger inquired. “I have to admit, I’ve not known any of their type to get so down and dirty.” “Negotiations were never offered. Clearly the League has grown uncharacteristically desperate.” Waller explained as she looked from the man to the folder. “Those in condition to speak gave descriptions that match those of the individuals detailed in these profiles.” 

She opened the folder and the pompadour-sporting figure turned his focus to the two sheets and photos of the perpetrators behind this theft. First was the man in the fedora and tie, his face completely blank, no eyes, nose or mouth anywhere. There seemed to be only skin where his face should be. The newly-recruited boss had heard of some guy like this snooping around a few streets and alleys before. What truly caught his eye, though, was the young woman in the other profile. Through that horned mask, her dark eyes held arrogant majesty and unbound ferocity in equal measure. Her proud, smooth face, around which silky black hair elegantly cascaded, was enough for him to simply lock his gaze upon her ravishing beauty, his eyes gleaming as thoughts started to pour into his mind.

“These two choices indicate how aggressive the League has become lately.” He glanced back at Amanda Waller upon hearing her further elaborate on the robbery. “Most dismiss Subject A himself as a crackpot, an eccentric digging into conspiracy theories that needn’t be dug into.” “And yet he has data too sensitive to your little operations.” the man reminded her, leaning back in his chair nonchalantly. “A colleague of ours, Roulette, recommended you for CADMUS because, young man, she has reason to believe that you have a past…” Waller went on, folding her hands together, “A past with Subject B; Subject A’s recent partner. She joined the League after your little encounter with her in Gotham City. Her days with the League ended when a vendetta of hers against another mobster turned her into a maverick, too unstable and rash, even for the worst of their circus freaks.” “I always liked that babe…” The lanky man’s voice grew silken with interest as he eyed the file on this ‘maverick’ his employer referred to. “I need you to be serious about this…” Waller warned him with a glare as the tall henchman’s eyes darted to his boss in the faintest hint of apprehension. “A pair of misfits not stifled by the League’s scruples makes the loss of this information all the worse. We are aware of what Roulette has said about you, but calling you up for this mission, mobster background or no, was not a decision taken lightly.” “Hey, don’t sweat it, your royal majesty…” the mysterious figure boasted with a raise of a hand. “You’re looking at the guy who offed his own outdated uncle and gave the Gotham syndicate a new face. The old timers have had their fun, now it’s time for us daredevils to step into the spotlight. Just give me any more tips, say, their whereabouts, and we’ll be onto the suckers, packin’ a lot of heat…” “Well, someone’s eager for some action.” Waller observed, placing the profiles back into the folder.

“CADMUS has assembled the strike team that will retrieve this data. With your rise through the ranks of the Gotham mob and previous experience against Subject B, you’ll be taking the lead.” She pressed the touchscreen computer on her desk and a screen on the wall behind her lit up all ghostly-blue. 

The stranger glanced up at the five mugshots of this new team he would be in charge of. First was a man in a dark red bodysuit and silver mask, his left eye lens a white slit while the right was a circular orange targeting reticle. The second was a young Asian woman with short, neat black hair, a cold expression on her face and a crimson transparent visor over her eyes. Her shoulder armour, coloured the same as her visor, was segmented not unlike that of a Samurai warrior while a katana was slung on her back. The third was another man in a pale grey bodysuit, his whole face obscured by a mask sporting dark red, bug-eyed lenses and a pair of small antennae on either side. The next team member was stranger-looking; a slim, white-skinned man in a black top hat and dark grey jacket. The round black shades only added to his sinister appearance. Even more abnormal than him was the last member, who apparently had once been a human woman. Every inch of her skin was coated with golden fur, speckled with brown spots. The team leader noted the woman’s ears that took the form of a wild cat’s, her nose shaped into a snout and white eyes with pale green slits hungry for action.

“Well the pyromaniac hasn’t the best track record, but they’ll do.” he commented with folded arms. “Deadshot, Tsukuri, Firefly, Shade and Cheetah have been selected specially for the purpose of tracking this data, in addition to having prior engagements with the League.” Amanda Waller explained. “For a mission as sensitive as this, CADMUS has no room for small-time roughnecks.” “Trust me, lady,” her new employee promised with no small amount of pride. “With a rising star, that’s me, at the helm, these guys will really turn things around for your little operation.” “And remember, my friend…” Waller started methodically as a sliver of blue from the screen flickered across one side of the man’s face, “It’s not often we call on those from the criminal underworld to protect this country and its government…” “Well today we’re the lesser of the two evils, ma’am.” Waller just kept her stern face on this man despite his interruption and continued. “At this critical inflection point, money is no object for CADMUS. Whatever happens, this mission must, and ‘will’ end with us having that data right in front of us. You and your team shall obtain it from those two misfits…by ‘any’ means necessary.”

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

[ten-thousand-year-elegy]

Lorepost: Chapter Sixteen, “Leap of Faith”

By popular reader request, TTYE lore posts are companion pieces for each chapter of the story breaking down all of the Legend of Zelda lore and references made in each chapter, for readers looking to learn more about LoZ or just refresh their knowledge. This chapter contains explanations for: Bokoblin Dinner Dance, Koroks, and the Hero’s Shade.

Bokoblins Dancing

“What were these little assholes doin’ out in the middle of goddamned nowhere?” Jounouchi muttered, wiping the blood off his axe.

“Enjoying their dinner,” Yuugi said sadly. He always felt bad killing bokoblins, especially after he’d learned that they had an adorable habit of dancing around their campfires after a particularly good meal.

Yup, it’s true. Bokoblins like to dance when left to their own devices. It’s extremely cute. The sick rave music is not canon.

Koroks

Koroks have been around in several Zelda games. They are little forest spirits who live under the guardianship of the Great Deku Tree, aka this guy:

Yup, that is a large talking tree with a moustache. He presides over the forest where the Koroks live. The Great Deku Tree also has a special connection to Link himself. In The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time - set long, long before most other Zelda games - the Koroks were called the Kokiri, and appeared as small children instead of wooden sprites. Link was raised by the Great Deku Tree as a Kokiri until discovering he was actually a Hylian, and would thus grow up, unlike the rest of his friends.

(If you’ll recall, in the jungle Anzu dreams about a little girl named Saria, who was Link’s best friend - Saria was a Kokiri.)

The Koroks travel all over Hyrule and only make themselves known when they want to. In this case they have an instinctual love of Saria’s Song, which makes them trust our heroes enough to show themselves.

The Hero’s Shade

“I don’t really know,” Eri said helplessly, waving her hands. “He just used to take Link to another place to train him - some kind of foggy alternate Hyrule - and he’s…um, he’s tall, and mostly made of bones, and he wears armour…”

“Great,” Kaiba muttered. “So I’m being followed by a lich.”

“He’s not a lich,” Eri protested. “He’s Link. An older incarnation. He chose to forego the afterlife to guide newer incarnations of Link on their adventures.” She turned to Anzu. “He’s the same Link from your soldier dream.”

This spirit is Link from Ocarina of Time. He shows up in The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess to train the Link from those games in the ways of swordsmanship. It’s never explicitly confirmed in-game that he is Ocarina of Time Link, but it’s practically canon. I also gave him a wee bit more personality than his in-game dialogue :)

The “mistakes” he is referring to are a fascinating part of the story in Ocarina of Time. In this game, Hyrule’s downfall is brought about directly by Link and Zelda when they are children - no adults trust Zelda’s visions about the Gerudo prince Ganondorf, and so she and Link take matters into their own hands to try and outwit him. In the process they accidentally allow him entrance to the Sacred Realm, where he is able to get his hands on the Triforce and cause immense damage. As adults Link and Zelda must fight on in a doomed Hyrule to reverse the catastrophe and make things right. At the end of that game, Zelda sends Link back in time to relive his childhood as an act of charity.

As the Hero’s Shade explains to Kaiba:

“We were young,” the Shade said quietly. “So young, although that is a meagre excuse for the mistakes we made. Zelda…she meant only to return to me the childhood that I had lost. She sent me back seven years. In doing so we split the branches of Time itself - and thus her Hyrule was robbed of its Hero, condemning it to be flooded and born anew, while in my Hyrule I roamed with an endless restlessness until my quiet and unacknowledged death.” He sighed. “And in yet another timeline we were both of us defeated, murdered and divested of our pieces of the Golden Power, allowing the Demon King to create a dark, twisted realm that was almost Hyrule’s undoing.”

The doomed Hyrules he is referring to are The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker, and the Dark World from The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past.

[kharti]

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To the Gentlemen of the Revenge

You are cordially invited to Madame Raupert’s gala on the Selene.

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To the Gentlemen of the Revenge

You are cordially invited to Madame Raupert’s gala on the Selene.

Drinks, food, dancing. Formal wear required.

Stede and Ed read the invitation over two more times before setting it on the desk and looking at one another.

“It has t’be a trap,” Ed said.

Stede shrugged and tried to smile in spite of his own reservations. “It could also be a sincere invitation. And you do so enjoy a nice party.”

“I like crashin’ them. Don’t know ‘bout this formal invitation business.”

“And after all, who invites bounty hunters to a gala,” Stede muttered, running a hand over the hint of a moustache growing along his upper lip.

There was a long moment of silence as the two pondered the piece of paper, until Ed threw his hands in the air.

“Fuck it! Let’s go, and if anythin’ goes wrong, we set the ship on fire.”

“A fairly foolproof plan,” Stede said with a quiet laugh. “I was hoping you might agree. I enjoy seeing you dressed up.”

Ed gave a little waggle of his eyebrows. “All y’have to do is ask, Lamb, an’ I’ll dress up fer you any time.”

“I know, I know, but it’s more fun this way.” Stede stepped in toward him, tilting his head and looking up into his eyes. “I get to show you off.”

Ed rumbled something like a purr in his chest as he cupped Stede’s face in both palms, kissing him softly and leisurely. Then he pulled away with a frenetic energy and went over to the lever for the not-so-secret wardrobe, grinning wildly. “What’re you gonna wear?”

“I was thinking my turquoise suit. With the lace.” Stede smiled from the doorway while he watched Ed rifle through the hanging clothes. “I always enjoy seeing you in purple or red.”

“Purple or red,” Ed repeated in a quiet mutter, grabbing a suit in one hand and another in the other. He went over to the full-length mirror so he could hold each one up, alternating between them both with indecision in the furrow of his brow.

“We could do your hair up in ribbons, if you’d like.” Stede’s face lit up with excitement. “Oh, you’d look dashing with some ring curls and ribbons!”

“Ring curls?” Ed finally looked away from his reflection to stare at him.

Stede tried to mime the tight coil with a swirl of his fingertip. “They’re—well, why don’t you let me put one in and you can decide then?”

Ed nodded and went back to his suits before finally putting the purple one back in favor of a deep burgundy frock.

“First,” Stede said, making his way out of the closet, “we’ll need to get your hair damp, and then detangle it… I’ll get the conditioner and comb!”

In no time at all, they had one lock of hair tied up in a tight knot, Stede explaining each step while he took utmost care with Ed’s hair.

“How do y’know all this?” Ed asked, looking at the little bun knot in the hand mirror. “Never seen y’do this on yer own hair.”

“Oh.” Stede hesitated, then answered quietly, “For a while, it was how I tried to bond with my daughter. But she didn’t care for it the way I wanted.”

Ed didn’t say anything, just looked at him through their reflections in the mirror.

“Which is fine, of course! She preferred her mother’s hair ministrations to my own. All she wanted from me was to leave her alone.” He sighed, shook his head, and set the comb down on the side table. “I really was a poor excuse of a father.”

“Well, if it makes y’feel better, there’s much worse fathers out there.”

Stede paused before he broke into a quiet laugh. “I suppose that is true. In a way, to do think leaving them ultimately was the best decision. Mary, at least, has found a much happier life in my absence.” He leaned down to kiss Ed’s cheek. “And I’ve found my happiness, too.”

“Mm.” Ed leaned into the press of lips, turning his head to catch them with his own. “Come on, then. Show me these ring curls.”

“Ah, yes! Well, these won’t last very long, as they prefer to sit overnight to really set in, but you’ll see what I mean.” Carefully, he undid the knot and let the hair unwind itself into a tight coil of a curl. “See?”

Ed reached up to toy with it, pulling on it and watching it spring back into place. Then, slowly, he grinned. “Hell yeah.”

“Yes?” Stede smiled brightly. “You like it?”

“Love it.” He gestured at the whole of his head. “Come on, then. I want t’see it all like that.”

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As soon as Katherine's eyes focused on Stefan's empty seat, Katherine was embarrassed shed not noticed his movement. This whole human thing with human speed and that whole jazz was like getting a used car from a man with a thin little moustache and finding out the engine came out of a barbie convertable, and the gas tank is a duck taped milk jug.

The warmth of his hand started to settle in and spread over her back, and suddenly the reality of their positions settled in.

Are you ok?

It was a little bit what he said, it was a lot how his breath caressed her ear, but it was mostly that he instinctively moved to care for her. Is that katherine Pierce B L U S H I N G? Couldnt be.

For a moment it seemed like they were frozen in time, a million things ran through her mind and oh how powerfully she felt the urge to turn and kiss him. She even very slightly turned her head, but stopped before it was anything feasible.

He doesn't want you. Don't cross that boundary.

God even her conscience was against her now. When did she start caring about things like that? When she ran out of an eternity to make up for them. Everything matters now. Every action, every choice. She doesn't have the time to find a way to worm her way back into the hearts and minds of those she pushes. She has to actually step up her interaction game. Try to show she cares on their level, since no one seems to be able to read hers.

Katherine licked her lips and gave the smallest little nod.

"Yea... Just... went down the wrong tube..." She can't do this. She can not be this close.

Quickly she turned her head away and grabbed her wine glass to take another drink.

It also made for a wonderful excuse to not have to talk anymore.

Katherine was human now, so it made sense for her to look over at where Stefan had been in order to ask her question. Everything moved just a little slower for her now, on top of the choking.

In reality, as soon as she started coughing he was at her side, hand on her back, in a blink that he shouldn't have done in public. Stefan wasn't thinking about all that though, no what he was thinking about was how fragile human life was, still heavy on his mind after he nearly tore through this place in a panic attack.

"Are you okay?" He murmured softly, nearly at the same time as she asked him if he loved her. Stefan's face was too close to hers, his breath on her ear as he checked on her.

@malka-lisitsa

[arcade-writing]

hear me out.

Sitting on Jake's lap like an eye candy/escorter type of situation, and hes smoking (most likely a cigar come on we all know that last scene needed it.) he keeps teasing the reader blowing smoke on the face while they tell them to stop it, but he keep doing it and chuckling, reader starts teasing him back (*cough cough grinding on that dick*) and he just goes "you do know where this will go dont you sweetheart?" or some shit like that. and fucks reader silly. possibly some dom acting, maybe pinning reader on the couch and fucking from behind yk? maaaybe some possessiveness, just want to se the man feral yk?

-Elisë

You got it~ I got Jake brainrot and needed an excuse to write more about him. I really shouldn't be surprised this has taken over my brain so much. I can't seem to watch a series without getting overly attached

Smoke and mirrors

🍋NSFW

pairing: Jake lockley X fem! Reader

Warning: possessive behaviour, readers a brat, you use a fake name, dirty talk in Spanish, jerking off, quick blow job, rough angry sex, mirror kink, semi public, alot of Teasing, sadistic Dom! Jake, some degrading, overstimulation, fucks you until you're sobbing and can't take anymore

Reader wears a dress and heels but isn't referred to as a female and Antomy is kept vague

This fic is pretty long so I've added a mark to where the smut begins for anyone who just wants to skip ahead!

You look at the clothes hugging your figure. Empathising traits you already had whilst covering others you weren't too fond of. Your legs always looked so much nicer in heels but they were very unpractical. You knew you could run in them but that wasn't enough. You couldn't risk breaking an ankle on a mission just because you wanted to look pretty.

"The final touch."

Jake appeared behind you, a golden necklace in his hands. You stood as he put it on you, clasping it before his hands smoothed over your shoulders. Your fingers lightly grazed it; it was one half of a moon. You glanced down at Jake's own necklace, it was the other half.

You smiled as you kissed his cheek. Running your hand over the new scruff on his jaw. You turne to face him properly, wiping your thumb just above his lip.

"They're finally growing it out?"

There was the beginning of a moustache. It was thicker than usual whilst his beard was still trimmed. Jake would complain he missed his old facial hair but it wasn't as if he ever fronted long enough to grow one out for himself. Besides, he liked to keep his existence as vague as possible to the two other men.

"They better." He grumbled, placing his hands on your hips.

He gave himself a double over. Combing his hair as he looked at himself through the mirror. Always keeping one hand on you as he did. You couldn't help but roll your eyes, smiling.

"Are you ready?" He asked and you nodded. Taking one last look at yourself before looping your arm with his. He whistled as you left the small apartment, grabbing two coats on the way out.

As soon as you arrived it made sense why you were both so dressed up. The place was massive, glass ceiling and water fountains galore. Jake opened the door for you and you both walked in. How he could get to these kind of places was beyond you. There had to be talk of him in the criminal world.

"Don't say a word, darlin', tonight you're eye candy."

"Easy, I'm that everyday."

You winked at a security guard near by, he tipped his head to you with a smile. You made sure to take note of his face: just incase.

"Yeah but you also don't know when to keep your mouth shut." He kept his words in a low whisper. He didn't even look at you as you both faced straight ahead.

You gasped, faking offence as you pressed a hand to your chest. "You wound me, Mr lockley."

He cringed at the formal title. Rolling his eyes as he walked you through the large corridor. Finally reaching the central hall. The smell of alcohol assulted your nose as you held back the instinct to wince. There were trays of champagne being handed out by diligent waitors. A whole table of foods that cost more than this entire outfit.

Your target was no where in sight. You only glared at the crowd of people, none of them resembling the host. Here you assumed he'd be walking around, greeting his guests but Instead. There wasn't a trace of him. Just fools gambling and discussing bussiness. If they were not doing that then they were getting drunk as they stuffed their faces.

You hated missions like this.

Jake leaned his head towards you, eyeing the crowd. You were still latched to his arm as you sat besides him. Circling your fingers on his chest through his black shirt.

"We got our boy, 10 o'clock."

You followed his gaze and there he was. You took the mental note to complain more, it seems to work in your favour.

The host was making his rounds, finally greetings everyone but as soon as his eyes looked onto you two, he was rushing towards you.

You both stood up, jake held out his hand for the man to take. He eagerly shook it with both hands. You scanned him up and down. He was fairly older man, already greying and wore a prestige red suit. His hands were smooth and nails cleanly cut. Meanwhile Jake had much rougher hands, cuts all over them. Two men of high contrast and yet the other man looked at him as if he was an equal.

"Lockley! Good to see you again, old friend!" He gave his hands another shake before he gestured his hands towards you. "And who's this?"

"My date." He said plainly, squeezing your arm.

"You never turn up empty handed, do you?"

The older man laughed as he shook his head. A mischievous grin grew on his wrinkled face as he looked you up and down. "Got a friend?"

You hid your disgust. You and Jake sharing a knowing look. This was definitely going to be something you ranted about when you got back to the car.

"Just me." Jake chimed back in, not giving you a chance to speak.

As if noticing this Paul, you learned his name when given the mission, completely turned his attention to you. Pulling your hand to his lips as he planted a quick kiss on your knuckles.

"You got a name, sweetheart?"

"Liraz." You kept your voice sweeter than sugar, making sure to linger your touch with his as you gave him a bashful smile.

The meaning of the name didn't get missed. Jake held back his amused smirk as he looked at Paul. You felt a shimmer of pride watching his usual expression crack.

The night went on with you and Jake sticking close to your target. Listening to his endless boasts and speeches as he showed you around. Introducing you to his other friends and partners. You made sure to put on a show, flashing your best smile to them all. Giving each man a taste of your attention. Squeezing and touching their arms, complimenting them on their hair and cologne.

You had this in the bag. Meanwhile Jake was growing more impaitent. He didn't want you to speak, knowing you'd get like this. All flirty with everyone you could wrap around your finger. Charming your way through every crowd. It was one of your best qualities - it's why he picks you for these missions but he couldn't keep the anger that boiled in his viens down. It burnt his very being.

Jealousy was an ugly trait he was more than aquinted with.

As if noticing his rising stress, a waitor came over and offered him a tray of cigarettes and cigars, difft lighters lined perfectly next to them. He took a cigar from the tray, they were already snipped, letting the waitor light it from him. He chewed at the end as he inahled a deep breath of smoke.

You were pressed to Paul. The older man's arm squished against your chest as your hands ever so tightly trailed his body. Paul was smiling at you as you laughed at his comment. Making sure to put more force into it as you patted his chest. Acting as if he was the funniest man you've ever met.

Suddenly, you fell onto Jake's lap. You glanced back at him seeing his grumpy expression. You couldn't help but scoff through your nose as you got comfortable. Thankful how thick his thighs were as you crossed your legs. He wrapped one arm around your waist to help you steady yourself.

This act didn't go unnoticed by the others at the table. Some were disapproving whilst others saw it as amusing. The table all drank meanwhile Jake's hand moved under the slit of your dress, nails dragging against your thigh as he rubbed circles into it. As if trying to soothe himself. Thanks to the height of the table no one could see but even if they could, you doubted they'd care.

"Close your legs." You muttered, feeling your legs go dead.

Jake huffed as he sat straighter, no longer exaggerating his man spread. Helping you get more comfortable as your legs now straddle his. You leaned to the side to make sure he was still visible. He hugged your waist he listened to the people's conversion. Tracing their words into your skin to memorise it.

He let out a long drag of his cigar, blowing it towards your face with a small grin. You blew it away from you with your hand, matching his expression as you squeezed the hand on your waist.

As the conversation went on, you took his place in listening in. He talked with a lazy tone; always pushing the conversion back to them. You piped up whenever you saw an opportunity. Making the men puff their chest as they boasted about their newest bussiness.

Whenever you talk Jake would blow smoke into your face. You wanted to snap at him as the smell engulfed your senses. A slight sting to your eyes but you settled on a much more acceptable response. After all, they knew you as his date.

As he blew another puff you grabbed his chin, a tight grip to warn him of your growing aggravation. Even if you couldn't bring yourself to ever be truly mad at him, he knew not to test you too much. His eyes widened for a second as your lips pressed against his, the smoke pouring into your mouth. It was disgusting. But you leaned back to your original position, exhaling it out quickly to the side.

Jake's grip on you tightened, causing you to completely lean on him. Your ass brushing his crotch as he clinged to you.

You had a weird taste in men. You had to admit. This kind of thing always got to you. His possessive nature kicking in and making him hold you close. Wanting to show you off. You were sure if he could he would cover you in hickies everyday to make sure people got the picture but that wasn't possible. It made you shiver with delight as your heart raced.

Your body was moving before you could even think. Your slowly rolled your hips back as you grinded against him.

"¿De verdad quieres jugar a este juego, cariño?" He mumbled, eyeing the others to make sure they couldn't hear him. (Do you really want to play this game, honey?)

His teeth clenched around his cigar as he placed his hand on your lower stomach. Helping you keep a good pace. A reminder to not get lost in the feeling.

"You gotta tell me, Lockley, where did you find this one?"

"A warehouse."

They all snickered, believing his dead tone to be sarcasm. You stiffened as you stared at them. If only they knew that was exactly where he found you.

"Give me the location and I'll see if they got any Liraz in stock." One of the men spoke up, at the end of table. He also had a woman with him but she looked much more miserable than you felt.

Jake sucked in a breath as he gripped your hip. Moving your hips for you. You couldn't say you were that shocked. But apart of you was grateful. You tried to only focus on the stimulation you were receiving. Your nails digging into his leg as you forced back a moan.

Jake's dark eyes shot over to him. His brows scrunching slightly. Saving the conversation in his mind and his face. He tapped your thigh three times; a signal to a possible new target.

"Unless, you're willing to give me yours, I'll pay you generously." The man kept his tone light, able to pass it off as a joke as the others looked between you two amused.

Another one chiming out they'll pay double. All laughing at eachother. You and Jake both knew this was a table full of scumbags. All of them - this entire mansion was filled with them. Every guest was apart of some sort of organisation.

"You couldn't afford." His accent was thicker than ever. A sign of his anger rising. "None of you could."

You bit your lip as you felt him get hard. A wick joy came over you knowing if you moved it would be visible for anyone to see.

"A one of a kind, huh? How unfortunate." The man at the end of table spoke. He sounded disappointed, as if he truely believed Jake would give you up.

Your movements stopped. Fighting back a frown as you looked down at the man's hands. It made you sick to your stomach. The man beside you didn't even need to look at you to know you felt. He caressed your thigh as he hid behind you, just enough to kiss your shoulder. You immediately melted. Letting out a breath as he whispered against your skin.

He took another drag of his shrinking cigar. It was on its last life as he kept the smoke in with clenched teeth. He blew it towards you once more, your lips immediately twitched. Before you could even retort he chucked the cigar bud into an ash tray.

"I need some air." Was all he said as he stood up. Causing you to stumble off his lap. You didn't even need to worry about covering him, he kept his grip on you tight.

"Oh? Something the matter, friend?"

Paul asked, looking genuinely worried. He seemed like a nice guy when he wasn't having innocent people killed to grow his bussiness.

"Too much smoke."

The host called over a guard, asking him to take you two to one of the nearest bedrooms. He turned to you clarifying it has a balcony. You nodded as Jake whisked you away. Walking with one single thing in his mind.

*~~~(smut here)

As soon as the door closed behind you, he was shoving you towards the lounge chair in the middle of the room. You landed with a small oof. Jake knocked on the wall and paused. Locking the door as he started grinning to himself. He looked back at you with a wild look in his eyes.

"Take off your clothes."

You stuttered out a noise of suprise. You really shouldn't be. You knew exactly what doing that would do. You couldn't stand being in that room and all you wanted was to focus on him. The target could wait. You had all night to blow this place up.

"you heard me. i told you to take off your clothes."

His voice was deep. It made you shiver as you fumbled with the zipper at the back. Practically throwing the dress off as you kicked it to a random spot on the floor. Your heels flying off with it.

"All of them."

He didn't move an inch. Watching you as you took off your underwear. Moonlight pouring in through the balcony was the only source of light you had. Just about able to see his face as he stood in the shadows.

The cold air nipped at your exposed skin. Fingers digging into the cushion bellow you. Waiting with baited breath for his next move. The first thing he did was throw off his jacket. His footsteps echoing through the room as you looked up at him.

He curled a finger towards himself and you immediately followed. On your hands and knees before him, he didn't say anything. Still figuring out what he wanted to do with you. Your hands wondered up, unbuttoning his shirt one by one. Trailing your fingers along his exposed chest as you took his shirt off.

He snarled as he looked down at you. Yanking his pants down just enough to free himself. It slapped your cheek making you gasp. He pulled your head back with a tight grip, his other hand began pumping his cock.

"Apologize."

"For?" You grinned as his brows scrunched.

"Don't be a brat."

He hissed out. His climax already reaching its peak. Just dangling off the very edge as he squeezed along his cock. Thrusting into his closed fist as his thumb caressed the tip.

Jake grunted as he felt the band in his stomach tighten. “open your mouth-!"

You glared at him in defiance. He pulled your head back rougher this time. You let out a yelp as he pushed the head of his cock to your lips. You opened your mouth as wide as you could as your tongue rolled out. Sending him right over the edge as he spilled on your face.

But that wasn't enough. He pushed your head down, you sucked on the head with a moan. Slurping as much as you could to get every last drop.

You knew he was going to be rough but this? Oh it was amazing. You bopped your head up and down as you hummed. Swirling your tongue as he fought back cumming again.

He pried you off. You were grinning whilst he breathed heavily through his nose. Calming down his nerves as you gave his dick little kitten licks. You knew you were testing his restraint. But you couldn't really care. He wanted to be annoying? Well, now it's your turn.

Your back landed back on the sofa. He climbed over the arm of the chair to join you. Standing on the cushion, still looking displeased. You held back a snicker as you wiggled your hips. His eyes immediately following your movement.

“Be a good slut and spread your legs” He tapped your leg with his foot. Shoes still on. Despite your attitude he was still putting in faith you'll do as he says.

He knew exactly what you wanted. You wanted him to control you. No matter how bratty you behaved, it was all a plea for him to fuck you. You both knew it. It's why he coud keep some form of paitence. It was all but a game of back and forth.

You stretched out, humming as you arched your back Getting more comfortable as you rested your head on the pillows by the other arm of the chair. Jake scoffed as he muttered something to himself. You were too happy to care for what he said.

Spreading your legs to reveal your arousal. As he began to bend down you rubbed your foot up his thigh. He grabbed your ankle to keep your leg in the air as he finally kneeled. Nudging your other leg to move further.

You felt completely exposed like this. Gasping as his fingers circled your hole. Cum still sticky on his hand. You tried to hold back your moan as you looked at the door.

“These walls are pretty thick." He pointed out, chuckling to himself as he pressed one finger into you. "Means you and i can be as loud as we want, tesoro.”

You let out a hum as your back arched. Your hands unable to decide where to go, trailing them up your body as you squeezed and brushed whenever you could. Knowing that Jake would want nothing more for your hands to be his.

"Seems like you're more eager than I am." You grinned, pointing down at his cock. It was red with need as it stayed pressed against his stomach.

Your grin was completely slapped off your face as he thrusted in a second finger. Sliding them in and out as he worked you open. Knowing you'll need prep for you could take him fully. Your mouth was stuck as an 'o'. His fingers moving quick and deep inside you.

"what pretty noises you're making for me… am i making you feel good?"

He plunged until he was knuckles deep. Keeping them there for a few moments as your legs twitched before he moved once again.

Your head rolled back as your back arched more violently. His fingers just brushing that sweet spot. Your rolled your hips hoping he could reach but it was futile. But what surprised you was that you caught your own reflection. You could see what he was doing, just about, watching his fingers slide in and out of you.

“i love the way you look with my fingers inside you."

You mewled as you shut your eyes. Your hand rising to cover your burning cheeks. Looking back at him. His eyes were focused on what he was doing, licking his lips. He glanced up to see your face hidden.

Jake put your leg to his shoulder as he reached out. Moving your hand away as he pinned your wrist to the sofa.

"don't you hide that cute face from me, ¿No quieres verme?" (Don't you want to see me?)

He teased. Prodding a third finger you squirmed away as you felt completely stuffed. You doubt you could take anymore but it felt so good. He could reach so deep like this and with three fingers - oh god he was filling you up. But it only made you feel more desperate to have him actually inside you. His dick would feel so much better than his fingers. It could actually reach that spot that made you see stars.

He suddenly pulled out. You let out a whine as you grabbed at his wrists. Unable to reach due to your position. "No-!"

He just grinned. Aligning himself to your entrance. Never putting himself in, just rubbing it against you.

"Want it? Does my little slut want my big cock? Want me to fill ya up, Mi amor?"

You shook your head. Brain buzzing as your words died in your throat. You wanted him so bad but you refused to admit it. Still wanting to aggravate him. You couldn't stop it. It was so much fun to watch him lose his composure. To utterly take over your body and use you as he pleases.

"No?" His grin began to strain. "Then why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

It was so easy to push his buttons. Your stomach fluttered as he glared at you.

"Like you're going to die if I don't fuck you."

He took hold of your hips as you were suddenly flipped over. Pulling your butt towards him as your head was propped up by the pillows.

You wiggled your hips as you rolled them back. Brushing yourself against his needy cock. He let out a groan as he finally pressed himself in. Barely giving you time to adjust before he thrusted forward.

"¿No es esto lo que quieres? ¿Por qué si no te mueles contra mí como una puta, HUH?". (Isn't this what you want? Why else would you grind against me like a fucking slut, HUH?!)

His thrusts were violent. Your body jolting forward with each one. You clawed at the sofa as you bit your trembling lip. Oh god it felt so good! You loved it when he was like this - so cruel. So selfish with your body.

You needed more!

"¡Obligándome a ver cómo coqueteas con todas esas escorias con una sonrisa en la cara! ¡Sabiendo exactamente lo que me hará!". ( Forcing me to watch you flirt with all those scumbags with a smile on your face! Knowing exactly what it'll do to me!)

He grabbed your chin, making you lock eyes with yourself. You could see his expression as he fucked you. Baring his teeth as he glared down at your body with nothing but pure hateful desire. He wanted to ruin you. Leave you sobbing and begging for his forgiveness.

A sadistic smile grew on his face as he made sure you were watching him. "This is the face of a bitch who's only talent is taking dick."

You clenched around him, his words going straight to your crotch. You flashed him a large smile as you mouthed 'hi'. He growled as he slammed his cock back into you making you let out a scream.

"Sigue gritando así, amor, y tal vez alguien entre". (Keep screaming like that, love, and maybe someone will come in)

You both knew that wasn't going to happen but the slight chance made your heart skip a beat. Fear and excitement rushing through you as you couldn't stop the loud moans spilling from your lips.

You were completely his. No one else's. You couldn't imagine anyone being able to make you feel this way.

"¿Quieres eso? ¿Quieres que la gente vea lo bien que te follo? Que todos sepan que eres mía". (You want that, you want people to see how good I fuck you? Let everyone know you're mine)

"Oh god- yes-! Jake you fucking own me-!"

He pulled your back to his chest. Your hands held you up as you gripped the sofa. He kept his hand tight on your chin as he nibbled your ear. Trailing kisses down your jaw before biting down. You cried out as he sucked on the mark.

Jake let out a shaky moan as you clenched. Being able to hit your g-spot from his position. Your body bounced as you were left to be fucked like a toy. His hips slamming up into yours. Skin smacking against each other drowned out from the noises you were making.

"You like it when i fuck you like this? yeah you do." His voice was gruff as he became breathless.

He joined you in watching your reflection. Loving the way he could see himself fuck you. Watching his cock disappear into your hole. How sloppy it sounded. How good and warm you felt.

"Oh cariño, puedo sentirlo-". (Oh honey, I can feel it)

His hips stuttered as the familiar knot in your stomach tightened.

"¿Quieres correrte? Puedes hacerlo, córrete en mi polla.". (You want to cum? You can do it, cum on my cock)

You moaned as your nails dug into the fabric. Your breath knocked out of you as you felt your climax crash over you. Sensitivity creeping as he made no move to stop. Chasing his own desperate release.

He was still hitting your insides so deep. You trembled as you slipped from his grasp. He kept his hands to your hips as you used the sofa as support.

Jake was no longer seething with jealousy. He hasn't been for awhile. He just enjoyed making you like this. But that doesn't mean he won't punish you for being an a brat this entire time.

"you can give me another one, can't you toots?"

He bit down on your shoulder. You let out a cry as your second climax ripped through you. You were far too sensitive now. Unable to catch your breath as he stayed relentless. You could hardly move. Limp as you tried to squirm away. Your mind unable to tell what it wanted as you rolled your hips. It felt so good but it was too Much. Your skin was on fire.

"Hurts-!" Everything did. The iron grip on your hips. The bites he left on you. Your head from where he yanked you around. Your jaw and throat were sore from how much you've screamed. The pleasure was painful.

Deliciously painful. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you whined.

"aw, it hurts?" His voice soft as his hands loosened. He kissed your shoulder, exactly where he bit it. Whispering words of encouragement as you moved your body in time with him.

You nodded. Letting out choked sobs as he kept drilling into you. It wasn't long before his movements became sloppy. Growling and grunting as he chased his release. Pressing against you as he finally came. Cum filling your worn out hole causing a third climax to be time from you.

Before he shoved your hips back. Taking in his entire length after he pulled out. "What a shame, you're gonna keep taking it until i’m satisfied, got it?"

He pulled out with a sigh. Helping you lay down more comfortably. Cradling you close to his chest as you panted. Your legs were shaking and twitching.

"I'm sorry...." Your voice came out meak. Unable to muster your voice anything above a whisper. "I love you, im yours."

Jake kissed your forehead as he ran his hand up and down your hips. "It's okay, I love you too."

You snuggled closer to him, smiling as you finally felt content. Jake let you rest, waiting until he heard a soft snore before redressing himself. Folding up your clothes and placing them near by. He looked down at your underwear, pocketing it before he finally wrapped a nice blanket around your sleeping form.

He gave you one last kiss before he took out his gun. Checking it's bullets as he marched out. Making sure to check the lock. It was time to fulfil his duty and he didn't need you to see the destruction he was about to bring.

[transias]

honest with me. (I)

pairings: spider-man!miguel diaz x reader

warnings: none!

summary: you've been in love with your best friend, miguel diaz, ever since he moved to queens. after spider-man saves you, you have your suspicions on who the masked hero might be.

note: so funny story, i found this edit on pinterest (i don't know who the original editor of this is im sorryyy) and it just gave me the idea to make this! i will also be writing for jaime reyes/blue beetle. i have an imagine in my drafts!

i will be basing miguel's spider-man on andrew garfield’s but apart from that it’ll be mostly similar to tom holland’s. will also be moving them from california to new york for obvious reasons.

miguel diaz was undoubtedly the most amazing person you ever met. so were your friends hawk and eli. although, there was something that set miguel aside from them.

maybe it was the way he always knew the right thing to say. or maybe that electricity that shocked you whenever you were walking next to each other and accidentally graze your hands together.

you looked up at miguel, his eyes fixed on samantha larusso. you knew he had a crush on her, even openly talking about it in the group during lunch.

it broke you. you weren't as rich as sam, you didn't consider yourself as beautiful as her, and you didn't think you were as smart as she was.

the bell loudly rang, snapping you out of your thoughts. you closed your books and shoved them inside your backpack, walking with miguel to the cafeteria where you both sat down and waited for hawk and demetri.

you took a sip from your chocolate milk, looking up to see miguel staring at you.

"don't tell me i have a milk moustache." you chuckle, raising your fingers to check your upper lip.

miguel chuckled and shook his head, "no, you look fine i was just uhh-" miguel looked past you, "just looking at those pigeons."

you looked back at the pigeons and furrowed your eyebrows, it was definitely strange. he wasn't looking at those pigeons, he was looking right at you.

"yeah, yeah... the pigeons." you nod.

hawk and demetri come at the moment, saving miguel from further embarassment.

hawk rambling about how he got into an argument with the history teacher, mr. arnold, over the assignment.

you weren't paying attention though, and by the looks of it neither was miguel, whose eyes you felt stare at you.

you look back at him and gave him a warm smile, pretending to listen to hawk, who by now was done with his rant. "anyways, i was thinking we could go to moon's party tonight?" hawk added.

"isn't it a school night?" you ask.

"well yeah, but that's how you know it's gonna be the cool people only. all the losers are gonna stay home studying." hawk replied.

demetri, miguel, and you looked at each other and then back at hawk.

"dude... we're all staying home and studying tonight, we have a math test tomorrow." demetri remarked.

"come on guys! we haven't done anything since like a month ago! demetri's always studying, (y/n)'s always working, and miguel is... well i don't know! what is it that you're always so busy with?" hawk asked.

miguel's shoulders went stiff as he looked around and stumbled for the right words, "i uhh- well i'm helping johnny out with his work."

you called bullshit. everytime one of you asked miguel to do something with him after school, he always used johnny as an excuse.

johnny was a nice guy tho. he and carmen had gone out on a disastrous date but by the end of it, she decided to give him another chance. ever since then, they had been absolutely inseparable.

"seriously, i think hawk's right. we need to hang out again! we always see each other in school and text but we should do something awesome together!"

the three boys agreed, "then it's settled, we'll do something this weekend."

miguel was gone before the final bell even rang. demetri, hawk, and you looked everywhere for him but like always he was nowhere to be found.

"screw it. let's just do study group at his house!" demetri exclaimed.

-

miguel's grandmother- or yaya, as he called her- answered the door, allowing the three of you in and offering a huge amount of food for all of you.

you sat down on miguel's bed, smelling strongly of him. you closed your eyes, a memory of the first time you met triggering you.

when miguel had just moved here, you were the first friend he made.

you lived in the building across to his and worked at the small coffee shop near those buildings.

miguel walked into the shop, quickly entranced by your beauty that he didn't notice you asking him what he wanted.

"sorry? oh yeah! i just wanted a donut please." he nervously smiled.

you nodded, "sure. what kind?"

"which do you recommend?" he inquired.

you leaned in closer, "between you and me. these are all stale and sort of disgusting. but the donut holes aren't so bad."

miguel laughed softly, "then i'll take some of those."

you nod, quickly ringing his order up. "alright, that'll be $6.29 please." you gave him a tight lipped smile.

miguel quickly took out a $10 dollar bill. while you handed him his change you looked up at him, "you're new here, aren't you?"

he nodded, his dark curls bouncing along. "yeah, how did you know?"

you shrugged, "it might be a very large city but we all know each other around this community." you retorted, "i'm (y/n), by the way." you offer your hand to shake his.

he looks at it before looking back at you and shaking it, "i'm miguel. nice to meet you, (y/n)."

you wrote down your number on a piece of paper, "i know it can get quite overwhelming around these parts. you know, being new here in such a big place. so if you ever wanna hang with me and my friends, you just give me a call."

a wide smile grew on miguel's lips, "that would be awesome! i'll definitely take you up on that offer. thanks a lot, (y/n)."

you nod, "it's no problem. see you around."

"(Y/N!)" demetri belted, “are you still with us?”

you cleared your throat, “yeah! i was just distracted, thinking about stuff.”

“they’re thinking about how they want to make out with miguel.” hawk butt in. you and demetri just groaned and shook your heads. you gently kicked him and went back to your work.

“oh look! spider-man just stopped a robbery at that convenience store we always go to.” demetri showed us his phone.

you and hawk leaned in, “he’s so cool.” you awed.

“dude, what’s your obsession with spider-man?” hawk asked.

“he saves the city, keeps all of us safe, and he’s got cool superpowers!” demetri replied defensively.

“seriously? anyone can do that. shit, i could do that!” hawk scoffed.

you shrugged, “i don’t know, dude. you’re really underestimating spider-man, he’s pretty cool.” you replied, “plus, i think it’s kind of heroic and hot what he does.”

“oooh, you’ve got it bad for spider-man, don’t you?” demetri teased.

you chuckled and shook your head, “no! well maybe yeah but it’s still super awesome!”

“you both are dorks.” hawk shook his head, going back on his phone to text whatever random person he was texting.

as you finished studying, hawk decided that he’d leave since he’s rather hang out with “hot babes” than two losers. demetri was next, his mom called him over for dinner.

that left you alone in miguel’s room. you stood up and yawned, stretching as you walked over to miguel’s mirror.

there was a picture of him hanging by the mirror. you sighed, “hey miguel. did you know i’m like probably deeply in love with you it’s pathetic? yeah, i know you like sam and you’ll probably never wanna see me again but… i just thought you should know that.”

it really was useless in your opinion. the way you were always pining over him when he was already pining for samantha larusso.

you sighed, packing up your stuff and saying goodbye to miguel’s yaya.

the thoughts of miguel still pestered your brain as you walked across the street, looking for your headphones. no matter how hard you tried, they wouldn’t go away. you didn’t even notice the reckless driver in front of you.

it wasn’t until you heard the horn only a few inches near you that you were absolutely paralyzed.

your thoughts quickly faded, chills ran through your body, and as much as you tried, you just couldn’t move out of the way.

was this really it? were you about to die without telling miguel how you felt? the butterflies he incinerated inside you?

a pair of arms swooped in, your legs left the ground and a small yell escaped your lips.

you landed on the sidewalk in front of your building. “holy shit! oh god, what the hell?” your breathing got faster and you felt like you could faint right here, right now.

your eyes darted in front of spider-man, who had his hamds around your waist. “(y/n)! are you alright? that was really close!”

your eyebrows furrowed and you nodded, feeling something extremely familiar about spider-man. “yeah! i think i’m alright- wait, how do you know my name?”

spider-man froze, “well uhh- oh! i know your friend, miguel! i’ve heard lots of good things about you.”

an idea clicked into your head, “oh, you know miguel? tan skin, dark curly hair, and extremely handsome?” you fought the smirk that threatened to form your lips.

“y-yeah! yeah, that’s him! you think he’s handsome?” he asked.

you nodded, “totally. he’s so handsome, intelligent, and charming. but don’t tell him i told you that!”

spider-man nodded in reply, “of course! your uh, your secret’s totally safe with me.” he chuckled.

you heard a gunshots and sirens coming down from the street. “i gotta go! just stay safe and look both ways before crossing, okay?” spider-man yelled as his hands ripped from your waist.

“bye spidey! thanks for saving me!” you waved, watching as the masked hero swung away.

maybe you were a bit woozy from almost getting splattered across the street but you were 100% sure of this.

miguel diaz was spider-man.

[demoneyesanddamagedsouls]

Neck kisses headcanons, please! With Jack, Frankie, Javi, Oberyn and Pero 😁😁😁 I love getting neck kisses and kiss people's neck too 😍💋

Hi Anon!

Omg I am obsessed with this request! Neck kisses and bites are honestly my favourite things ever!

Here is how I think all of the boys would enjoy this headcannon... I hope you enjoy them! 

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Jack (Whiskey) Daniels

Loves giving neck kisses, his favourite thing to is surprise you with gentle affection, coming up behind you while you’re cooking and peppering your neck in kisses until your squealing as he tickles your skin with his adorable moustache, attacking your neck then making his way up towards your cheeks and then pulling you around gently to place his soft lips on yours as he pulls you close.

This man is mouthy enough as it is so he loves to sweet talk you, his voice dripping in honeyed southern drawl, as he presses delicious kisses up your neck, ghosting over your skin with his gentle breaths making your skin prickle and your face flush at his words.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest thing on God’s green earth baby…”

“My precious little angel… what would I do without you.”

“You’re my everything darlin’…”

It makes you melt as he showers you in the sweetest praise. He loves how your body reacts to his plush lips pressing against the soft skin of your neck. He can’t help but smirk slightly, but most of the time a huge beaming grin rests across his face. All he can think is that he’s the luckiest man on the planet to be able to call you his.

Frankie (Catfish) Morales

Frankie is an absolute softy and just adores any attention you give to him, lapping up every possible opportunity to be with you, he cannot believe someone could love him as much as you do. You rest in his arms in front of the tv, curled up into the soft crook his neck and you give him gentle kisses across the top of his chest, his neck, his jaw, anywhere you can reach. All you want to do is shower him in love and affection that you know he hasn’t received enough of in his life.

You love to comfort him especially in his sleep when he is having nightmares or flashbacks of what he’s been through. You are always there by his side reassuring him that your there with any gentle caress or touch you can possibly give him.

He is a very openly affectionate man so whenever he sees you he’ll pick you up gently kissing up your neck as he holds you from behind, holding your body tight to his as he drinks in your scent and your warmth. Treasuring being able to have you so close, especially after any of his trips away or even just a long day of work. He relishes in every single moment with you.

Javier Peña

Javi loves the feeling of your lips, and you love to kiss him, everywhere you can. You love to press your lips into the soft skin of his flushed and slightly sweaty skin after a long day at work tracing over his neck and shoulders, as he runs his hands through your hair. He relishes in your every touch, you ground him, bring him back to earth after everything he’s been through. You’re his tether to reality.

He also loves to cover you in gentle attentions, his lips desperate as they trace your jaw, your neck, your forehead, especially at the base of your throat peppering your skin with soft gentle kisses as he coos at you sweet murmurs of praise, revering in the fact that he is lucky enough to have you. Loving to kiss your eyelids gently as you fall asleep in his arms, your soft snores making him smile as he watches your chest rise and fall. Someone so sweet and kind after dealing with the true scum of the earth.

Sometimes when you’re walking in the hot sun of the day or in the soft glow of moonlight in the evening, out on a date or just spending time with each other he’ll pull you in by your waist, whisper gently in your ear and kiss you just beneath it on the pulse point of your neck, making you blush at the attention you were drawing to yourselves just because Javi just can’t keep his hands to himself.l You wouldn’t have it any other way though.

Oberyn Martell

Oberyn is a truly giving man, he is completely enthralled with the shape of your neck, how it glistens with soft beads of sweat in the warm sun as you stroll through the gardens. He is reverent, tracing every single detail of your neck and jaw with his soft lips. Mapping out your small freckles, the lines of the taut muscles, the hollow of your throat everything he can possibly reach. He loves to give you beautiful jewels so he has an excuse to caress your neck as he places the necklaces around your soft skin, tracing the beautiful, intricate, colourful jewellery with his soft lips, ghosting small breaths across your clavicle. He loves to trace your face, your jaw and your throat with his fingers. Watching your skin shine in the golden light of the sun. “You look like sunshine incarnate… the gods would be jealous of your beauty.”

He loves to feel your lips on his jaw, his neck, his chest. Soaking in every touch as you shower him in adoration. The devotion that his kingdom gave him was nothing compared to what your love felt like to him. In either giving or receiving these attentions he relishes in your enjoyment and pleasure found in the actions, infatuated with how you react to every movement, every touch.

Pero Tovar

Pero does not quite understand the concept of neck kisses, until you give him a timid hickey amongst your kisses on the side of his neck. He’s so used to pain being violence in the heat of battle, but you show him these small pricks of your teeth followed by gentle kisses, can create pleasure from slight pain.

After that he cannot get enough of kissing and biting your neck, marking you up and soothing the reddened skin with his soft lips. His kisses ravishing and bruising as much as they are tender and gentle. He loves stroking the taut skin of your neck and the soft curve of your jaw as he admires you in the warm candlelight of the evening. Tracing his gaze across every small detail of your skin. And he also loves when you kiss his neck as well entranced with how your soft lips make him feel. He’s secretly soft and gentle, but only for his love. He loves to give you gentle caresses in secret when no one is looking. And now that he knows you love kisses just under your jaw, he sneaks soft kisses there with his warm plush lips whenever he walks past you in the hallways. William catches him once and teases him about it forever. But he does not care, he knows just how much you love it so he will do it forever.

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Unexpected - Part 2

King Caspian x Reader

Summary: What happens if you push the respectful and well-behaved King Caspian a little too far? You’re about to find out.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly a mix of fluff and angst with some lemon zest 🍋 Friends to Lovers AU.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including debatable consent at first, mutual adolescent exploration of bodies, loss of virginity and oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My video edit)

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For the next few days after your reunion, you noticed that Caspian had found various excuses to visit you in the smaller study next to Cornelius’ study, where you were busy trying to bring some order into the chaos that reigned in that equally small space.

He never stayed for too long, but instead just seemed to want to talk about your days as childhood friends and you were happy to indulge him. Cornelius had put his head round your door on a couple of occasions to see what all the noise was about, and withdrew smiling to himself. You got the impression that he was happy you were here and talking and laughing with Caspian.

You also couldn’t help but notice the lingering looks Caspian was lavishing on you. Not sure in your mind if he was just pleased to see a friendly face from the past or…. could he be interested in you? Was that even a possibility?

How could you even try to find out? You couldn’t exactly ask him, could you. “Oh good morning, your Majesty - pray tell me, are you attracted to me?” You shook your head at your fanciful thoughts, put them out of your head! Turning back to the pile of books and manuscripts which you had to catalogue, you let out a long sigh.

“Are you becoming overwhelmed, my lady?” said Cornelius’ voice, and you looked up in surprise to see his kind and smiling face opposite you. How did he do that? Just appear out of nowhere. You smiled back at him, “Oh no, Professor - I just have one or two things on my mind.” He nodded, “The King?” smiling even more broadly. You felt your face burning with a blush and you hastened to say, “No! Not the King. I was just thinking about.. about what I shall wear tomorrow. It is a daily dilemma for ladies.”

Cornelius gave you a mischievous grin, “Ah, I see. Pardon my confusion, my lady. Yes, I can see how that would present problems. Men have it so much easier.”

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Continuing to think about your actual dilemma once Cornelius had left, you eventually came up with a plan. Unsure how good a plan it was, but you’d try it out for a little while and see if you got a reaction from Caspian. Any reaction.

You’d made a couple of acquaintances amongst the other ladies of the court since you arrived, but you certainly didn’t know them well enough to discuss your plan with them. And besides, in one way or another, all the young ladies at court were trying to win Caspian’s attention so that was another reason you couldn’t confide in them.

Deciding to put this plan of yours into action the next time you were alone with Caspian, you squared your shoulders and delved back into your world of cataloguing.

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Caspian was also sighing out loud in his chambers. He put aside the intricate document he was supposed to be reading. He couldn’t concentrate properly, not when all he could think about was her. Wondering if she’d noticed his numerous and reasonless visits to her chamber, interrupting her work to talk about… well, nothing really. Silly things they’d done while they were children. He hadn’t talked to her about one thing though, which had always been at the forefront of his mind. Did she remember it too?

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In his mind’s eye he was back in the orchard with her, the sun beginning to dip in the sky, dusk fast gathering around them. They hadn’t seen each other for several months. At the time, Caspian had not long turned 14 and she was just about to. He’d gone through puberty the year before and he knew she’d noticed the wispy moustache on his top lip and the fact that he now had a deep voice. She’d asked him about it more than once and his face had burned, he hadn’t known what to say.

That day, they’d both collapsed under one of the pear trees, having exhausted themselves as usual rushing around between the trees like maniacs. They lay on their backs, looking up at the beautiful colours the sky was beginning to turn. She turned her head to him, “Caspian?” He looked over at her, smiling, still getting his breath back, “Yes?” “When you got your moustache, was that you becoming a man?” He felt his face redden as it did whenever she brought up this topic. He looked away but decided to respond to her for once, “Yes, I am a man now.” “As of eight months ago, I became a woman,” she said proudly, before sitting up and pulling down her loose embroidered top, “Look!” Caspian shot up into a sitting position, unashamedly staring at her newly rounded breasts, bared for his eyes only. His mouth dropped open and he felt a distinct stirring in his breeches.

She leant even closer to him, whispering, “I think you should touch them, Caspian! And I want to see yours,” she nodded her head towards his groin. He could hear himself beginning to pant slightly and his hands - seemingly of their own accord - reached out and massaged her breasts. He loved the feeling of their softness and the buds of her nipples against his palms. Then she moved back from him, “C’mon Caspian, it’s your turn!” she demanded, curiosity burning in her eyes. Shyly, Caspian sat up on his knees, unlacing his breeches and pushing them and his underwear halfway down his thighs. His manhood was revealed in all its erect glory.

Staring at it, she squealed, “Oooh! It looks like a big sausage! With a fur cape round its neck!” He snorted in embarrassment, saying “It’s just my dick,” and beginning to pull his breeches back up, but she stopped him by taking hold of his manhood in both hands and examining it closely. “Your dick?” His eyes were closed in pleasure, he couldn’t believe how good it felt to have her hands on him. “That’s what all the men call it,” he managed to say, opening his eyes and looking down to where she held him in a firm grip.

”Oh, okay, I’ll call it that too then.” She squeezed it, then ran her hand up its length before placing her fingers in a ring just under the head. She was staring at the reactions on his face and listening eagerly to the soft low moans he was making as she touched him. “Oh, your dick is so hard!” she exclaimed, “…but the skin feels velvety soft.” “It’s not always hard,” he whispered. “Why’s it hard now, then?” she questioned. He shrugged. “Don’t know,” he lied, just as she slid a hand between his legs and took hold of his balls. She roughly pulled them towards her for a closer look and he yelped in pain, so she loosened her grip on them slightly. “Sorry, Caspian! What are these?” she asked, rolling them in her palm. “My balls,” he muttered. “Well named!” she laughed then suddenly let go of him, leaning back a little. She lifted her skirts and pulled her French knickers down, “This is what mine looks like.” Caspian’s eyes widened once more.

They were both up on their knees again, facing each other. She had quickly taken hold of his dick again, liking the feel of it in her hand. Once again, his eyes closed and he groaned, much to her pleasure. Then he’d reached out and hesitatingly placed two fingers between her legs, starting to explore, and when he found what felt like an opening, his curiosity sparked and he began pushing one of his fingers inside. She jumped back, scolding him, “Caspian! That’s naughty. I think you’re meant to put this…” she tugged on his length, “…inside there, not your finger!”

She shuffled closer to him until their knees were touching, and she pulled his manhood nearer her opening. They gazed at each other, “Shall we try it?” she asked. Caspian really wanted to but…. the decision was made for him as she tried her best to push his dick inside her, eventually managing to get the head and just a little of his shaft inside. She continued unsuccessfully to try and push more of it inside and Caspian was whimpering by now. “Oh! That feels…” she started to say but Caspian suddenly sat back, pulling out of her. “I’m scared we get caught!” he confessed. She shrugged, “You’re a big scaredy-cat!” and instead began firmly rubbing her hand up and down his dick to see what would happen. A little liquid began to leak from his tip and she stared at Caspian’s flushed face and screwed-up eyes with fascination. His own hand joined hers for a few moments, and he encouraged more speed and a firmer grip out of her before his hand fell away. A few short moments later, she found out what the result was.

Caspian gave a loud groan and grasped her arms, then she felt more wetness on her hand. She watched, mesmerised, as thick pearly white liquid shot out of his dick in several spurts, landing on her skin, glistening in the dusk light. She shocked him by leaning down to smell and taste it. Musky, salty. How strange, she thought. Caspian hurriedly wiped himself with his underwear and tucked himself back into his breeches, quickly doing up the laces, while she cleaned her hand on the fabric of her skirt and rearranged the rest of her clothing too.

They looked at each other guiltily.

“We must never speak of this,” whispered Caspian, to which she nodded. “Never, it’s our secret. Swear on it.” “I swear,” he answered, “now hurry, it’s almost dark - they’ll be looking for us soon if we’re not careful.”

He’d taken her hand and they’d run through the apple and pear trees until they reached the castle, sneaking back in, thankfully unnoticed.

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Caspian jolted out of his daydream. That was the only remotely sexual experience he’d had in his young life, what with having to run for his life and then fight a war. He’d never ever forget it. Nor the girl he’d shared it with.

Sighing again, he tried to ignore the erection he now had and picked up the document again, beginning to read although he couldn’t even remember where he’d got to originally.

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You had purposely chosen a dress with a scooped - but not too scooped - neckline. It was all part of your plan. Caspian was almost guaranteed to visit you, he usually appeared in your study at some point every day.

There was a light tap at the door and Caspian came in, smiling at you and wishing you a good morning. Returning the greeting, you got up and went to the small table in the corner to pour some freshly-made lemonade for the two of you. Caspian was perching on the edge of your large and heavy desk which took up most of the room, his long legs apart. You carried the two glasses over to him and walked right between his legs as you offered him his.

You saw his eyes widen and immediately you moved backwards, smiling wide-eyed and innocently at him. “Did you sleep well, Caspian?” He blushed and you hid a smile. Still the same shy boy, you thought. “Uhh… no, not really. I was bothered by dreams which I couldn’t escape. So no, a restless night.”

You gave him a concerned look, “Ohh… I will have to come up with something to help you sleep well, Caspian.” His face became even redder, “I… uhhh… I… well, that would be good. What do you suggest, my lady?” You leaned forward, ostensibly to gaze into his eyes, and those eyes immediately went to your cleavage as you’d intended. Leaning back, your innocent smile in place, you pronounced, “I shall prepare some lavender extract for you, which you should sprinkle on your pillow. It will ease your mind and help you to sleep.”

Caspian took a huge gulp of his lemonade and you couldn’t help but notice how tight a certain part of his trousers had suddenly become. “That sounds most pleasant,” he choked out, “…and now I’d better go! I believe there’s a meeting I must attend.” You pouted, “Oh, such a shame. We’ve barely spoken, Caspian.” He stood up, “Yes, a great shame. We shall talk later!”

And with that, he rushed out of your study.

Sipping your lemonade, a little smile made it onto your lips. That had been… interesting.

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Caspian sank down onto his knees in his private bathroom, having had to almost run there after he’d left her study. He’d ripped the lacing on his trousers open and taken himself in hand as soon as the door had closed behind him and now he groaned, looking down at the mess he’d just made.

Wearily, he got to his feet and found a linen cloth, cleaning himself up before going back into the main chamber to find fresh underwear to put on, he’d leaked into the ones he’d had on.

He gazed out of his window, thinking that he’d have to show a lot more self-control in front of her in future. He was supposed to be a King, after all. Not a horny teenage boy. But by Aslan, that’s exactly what he felt like.

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