#i have ti force them to yes…yes…this will work PERFECTLY

[raddestrose]

i DESPERATELY need people i see irl to watch link click cause the edits are legit MASTERPIECES and i have NOBODY to send them to

[moonstruckme]

I had my car’s battery die the other day (still don’t know why) and I thought it would be cute if the same thing happened to reader… so like maybe she’d be on the phone with Remus and Sirius be like “my car died which sucks lol” and he’d leave work early just to help her jump start her car 😍

Sorry about your car battery babe! That used to happen to me all of the time. I wasn't quite sure who you wanted the love interest to be in this one, but since you mentioned both Remus and Sirius I went with poly wolfstar, hope that's alright <3

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 757 words

When Remus arrives home, you seem to be bickering at Sirius while he rifles through his trunk.

“I know he said they were in here somewhere.” 

“Your manager is going to be so upset with you,” you fret. “I could’ve caught the bus.” 

“Yes, but why would you when you have a perfectly good car and a perfectly capable boyfriend?” Sirius turns to toss one of his flippant grins at you, and he catches sight of Remus coming up behind him. “Hello.” He greets him with a kiss, pleasantly surprised. “I didn’t know you were walking home, love, I’d have picked you up.” 

“It’s fine,” says Remus. “I thought you were at work.” 

“He was.” You seem unable to choose between feeling cross with Sirius and guilty with yourself, but you’re definitely distressed. “He left work early, just because I texted you guys.” 

“You know,” Sirius drawls, “some people want a partner who would drop everything to come help them.” 

“I wouldn’t have said anything if I’d known you were going to leave work!”

Remus understands your upset. Sirius is perpetually on thin ice with his manager—who, in Remus’ completely unbiased opinion, is a tyrant who expects far too much sacrifice from his employees—and Remus would feel bad too if he further jeopardized Sirius’ job by accidentally calling him away from work early. But also, you’re going to be late for work if you can’t get your car started. 

“You need his car here to get a jump, dove,” Remus says. He can feel Sirius’ smugness like an aura about him, but Remus ignores it. 

You sigh, resigned but dispirited. “You didn’t have to come home, either. I was only complaining to complain.” 

Remus smiles and stretches out his arm. You fit yourself under it automatically. “I wanted to see if I could help,” he murmurs, kissing the top of your head in greeting. “Don’t be upset, okay?” 

You’re easily mollified by a soft touch and a loving tone. “Okay,” you mumble. Remus kisses your head again in thanks. 

“Alright.” Sirius stops digging around in the trunk, spreading his hands helplessly. “Are we sure we ever had jumper cables?” 

“We do,” Remus says. He lets you go to join Sirius, showing him the compartment where the spare tire and other essentials are kept. 

“Oh, a secret extra trunk. Excellent. Now, does anyone know how to use these?”

Remus has always been a public transportation beneficiary and Sirius was raised posh, so the three of you end up cloistered around Sirius’ phone watching a video about how to jump start a car. 

“Seems easy enough,” says Sirius. “So, we start my car first, then?”

“We start neither car before all the cables are attached,” you say, while Remus gives his boyfriend a worried look. 

“It seems important that we do everything in order,” Remus agrees. “Considering we’re working with electricity and such.” 

None of your objections seem to put a dent in Sirius’ confidence, however. Though nothing you’re doing involves working with grease, he takes his work shirt off “to keep it from getting dirty” and ties his hair back. It’s all rather dramatic, Remus knows, but he can’t find it in himself to protest. Neither can you, apparently. 

“Okay, so that one goes on the positive one.” 

“Right.” You tear your eyes from your boyfriend’s tattooed abdomen, visibly forcing yourself to concentrate on the battery. “Uh…” 

“The one with the plus sign, doll.” 

Sirius’ eyes dance with mirth, but he delivers the instructions patiently until both cables are connected and Remus is turning the ignition in Sirius’ car. 

“Okay, now yours!” Sirius calls to you. 

Remus hears the croaking sounds of your car trying to start, but then the engine roars to life. 

“Beautiful!” 

Remus gets out of Sirius’ car to see you beaming at each other, your upset over his leaving work clearly forgotten. Sirius looks like he’s about to pat your car approvingly, so Remus catches his hand before he can burn himself. Sirius appears not to notice the interception, only squeezing his boyfriend’s hand excitedly. 

“I’ll pull out of your way so you can get out of here,” Sirius says, backing towards his car. 

“Wait!” Your door opens, and you come running out. “Just one thing first.” 

You take Sirius’ face in your hands, planting a heavy kiss on his lips. He looks half dazed when you pull away and come for Remus, your mouth warm and sweet on his. 

You break away with a giant grin on your face. “Thanks,” you say breathlessly.

[lastfairdealgonedown]

everything under the sun is in tune

summary – in which the quiet moments greatly overpower the present dismay that drives its roots into amphoreus -> aglaea x afab!reader

includes – descriptions of aglaea & reader both being bare (not in the suggestive sense!), aglaea tugged a few strings [get it] to get the reader into the chrysos heirs baths, might not be too lore accurate, rare footage of me writing fluff (expect 10 angst fics after this). reader uses terms of affection commonly used in greek

a/n – got aglaea and failed a uni math exam, merely hours apart. 10/10 use of luck if i may humbly say so myself

In times of great turmoil, it is of outmost importance that all remains under control, and that the citizens remain peaceful. A nation is not defined by its land, as much as it is defined by its people, after all; As such, undoing knots from threads — in this case, Amphoreus — requires as much careful hands, as it requires stable ones.

Needless to say, it is the hands of the Chrysos Heirs that keep said thread stable. They are base and lever, the driving force behind Amphoreus and its saving grace. Their position requires them to be ready to take on anything, anytime, and as self-explanatory as that is, it is also taxing.

So, to remain on point, the Chrysos Heirs, too, must rest, which is a concept that your lover seems to forget more often than not.

Which is why you do your own part in saving Amphoreus: ..by forcing her to rest, of course. After all, who can resist the warm water of the baths? As above as she is from shallow temptations of the flesh, she is not totally immune to them. If not for you tempting her, she would probably work herself to the bo—

Ouch. “My apologies. I did not mean to harm you; Your hair tangles.. very easily.”

Lightly shaking your head, enough to not disturb Aglaea's work in your hair, you dismiss her apology. It's not her fault, after all; You are certain that she did a great job untangling any small knots prior to attempting to braid it. Flawless, per usual. “No, don't worry- It was never one to behave for anyone, not even for me.”

Humming behind you in concentration, your lover shifts to change her position behind you to something that further closes the distance, and allows her to move her arms more efficiently, “Whatever do you mean? It is ‘behaving’ perfectly- Matter of fact, I am already half-way through the braid.”

Huh?

Turning to peer over your shoulder as slowly as you can, Aglaea pauses her movements to allow you to look, gently raising her hands with strands of your hair in-between her slim fingers in order to show you the length of the braid so far. Impressive. You knew her hands were very lightweight and swift, but experiencing it first hand was.. a whole another thing. “Ah, you really are almost done.”

She hears you muttering something to yourself, most likely in shock, as you turn around to face forward again and let her continue her work. “Say, my soul.. When we have enough of the water, shall we bask under the sun, for a few minutes? You can head back to work, after that.”

There is silence on her end for a few seconds, seemingly thinking it over- It's obvious, in how the twirling movements of her hands slow down in your hair, now merely following muscle memory. “Bask under the sun..” she mutters to herself. “I am not opposed to it; I was thinking I could stay a bit more after, as well. There aren't any pending emergencies for the time being-”

“-so we can spend more time together?”

“..Yes.”

With a smile of triumph, you finally turn around to face her when she finishes your braid and ties the end with something that looks almost like a much shorter golden thread, hair whipping forward from the abruptness of the movement. “Glad to hear you're finally taking my offer to rest- It's been.. a while, since we've been like this.”

“That, it has been.” Eyes fluttering closed, a subtle sigh escapes from her nose when you lean forward and kiss her cheek, wet skin coming into contact with hers as you lean forward, hands resting on her legs to stabilize yourself.

In response, the faintest of smiles sneaks into her expression, leaning in and kissing your temple. Aglaea is pleased only by that which is beautiful, and needless to say she is very pleased by what she is seeing. You are beautiful like this; and she will never cease to remind you.

Her hands gently run down your arms, then move to your torso and drift down to your waist, simply admiring. There was nothing suggestive about the way she felt you — after all, she is one for truth, and bareness is a way of truth, accompanied by vulnerability. She is currently true to you, and you are true to her; No threads required.

“You are the epitome of beauty,” she mutters under her breath, leaning in to drift her lips over your cheek, whilst her hands travel up to your face — to cradle you gently, lovingly — as if she is holding the most seamless of fabrics. The corners of your lips twitch up upon hearing her, leaning just a bit closer and resting your hands on her waist to support yourself, legs outstretched behind you underneath the water, “Look who's talking.” you respond, quiet chuckle bubbling up in your throat as your eyes flutter shut peacefully, under her meticulous touch.

The two of you remain there for the time being; She hovers the pads of her fingers over your skin, just about everywhere she can reach, eyelashes occasionally fluttering, and you lean forward to press against her, resting your head against her collarbones. “Comfortable?” You can almost hear the source of her voice, when you're this close. “Very, my heart.”

Her hands drift up your spine, then down, and up again; Dragging her fingers slowly. She does not need vision to know the perfection of your skin. She knows you by presence alone, the way the air shifts when you're around, how the threads tied around her careful fingers tug a little more, almost eagerly. She may not know you by vision, but you overwhelm every other sense she has, to the point it is all yours.

To think that peace is eternal, frankly, is daft. In a world where our fate is what we are allotted and nothing more, it is not exactly easy to shake the balance and certainty of the threads, for such is our lot; If peace is to end and be replaced with turmoil, we are powerless against it. Nevertheless, many take it as a welcome challenge to try and shake the threads out of spite for fate's ruthlessness, seize them into our hands vehemently and alter them, cut them if we must and ultimately tie them elsewhere. That, is exactly why your hands tighten on her waist slightly when she moves to get up.

“Where are you going?” Her hands drag a bit against your skin as they withdraw, before resting on your shoulders and guiding you to sit up in the warm water. She is loath to make you get up when you are so comfortable, but you are too easy to predict, "You are falling asleep; I was merely about to fetch the towels and dry ourselves up, before heading back to our chamber."

With your head lulling from side to side and desperately trying to remain awake (and failing), you deny her claims and wave your hand dismissively, "Falling asleep? Me?" you pause, biting back a yawn and covering your mouth, "Don't know what you're talking abo- Did you just tighten the threads?"

"Attempting to lie to me is futile, you know this."

Chuckling, you force yourself to stand and cover yourself with the towel she hands you, tying it around your torso and humming, movements slow, prolonged and relaxed, "Oh, I know very well." You watch as your lover takes her sweet time getting dressed, adjusting her chiton on her shoulders and fitting her golden accessories around her arms, "Say, my heart.. have I told you you're beautiful today?"

The corners of Aglaea's lips twitch into a smile, "You did, just this morning." Adjusting her hair accessories, she makes her way to where your clothes are, neatly folded close to hers; She still remembers the love and care she put into this specific piece, when making it for you. She truly wishes she could see how beautiful you must look donning it, but for the time being, touch will have to do.

Making her way to you with your clothes in hand, she hums and stops right in front of you, "Now, let us get you dressed, and be on our way."

"Yes, love."

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

High Stakes (1) | Yanderes x reader

The sound of your commander’s neck snapping was a lot less gory than you expected. Grateful that the only image you will have attached to this experience was their crumpled body on the floor. The culprit stared apathetically at you—who was bowing in acknowledgment. 

“You. Will be the new commander of this shuttle.”

“Yes Sir.”

There was nothing more to say as your superior angrily stalked out of the room, their cape and the scent of burned flesh left in the remaining breeze. Along with him, your new co-workers rushed after, purposefully avoiding your gaze as they stepped over your old boss. Hearing the air-tight doors seal shut you finally inhaled, delighting in the much-needed breath of air. Forcing yourself to breathe, although the tension in your body was about to be at an all-time high. 

The stakes were monumental. 

They are your life.

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After your former boss’s demise, you were able to adapt to your role. Successfully carrying out five years of managing a law-abiding, rebel-free, cargo ship. According to the contract you were demanded to serve for a total of six years before you were allowed to retire. Living frugally with room and board provided by the government you were more than prepared for an early retirement. The stressful atmosphere and sleepless nights were far too much for you to do this as long as the last guy. 

But of course, in your last months, it just wouldn’t be that simple.

“Commander (L/N)! We’ve captured two stowaways in the cargo bay!”

“Not unusual we give them the usual treatment and send them on a prison transport.”

“These two, are the recently caught rebels. Escapees from…his prison.”

“....I see. I’ll confirm their identities shortly.”

There was a 1 in 60% chance that your ship would be an unlucky vessel for trouble-seeking rebels. And with their recession on behalf of the newest supreme officer hard at work, you thought you’d have the privilege of not being in such an unlucky position. Eager for the last thing you hear not to be that dreadful snapping of bones.

You locked your office before heading to the brig. Passing by multiple armed guards marching on patrol. After having learned of the rebel’s presence you doubled the guards, even if you had yet to confirm it was them. Better safe than sorry.

The door opened with a hiss, your lieutenant officer especially red in the face as she turned from the cells. The cells were made of electric titanium, glittering as clear hexagons. An upgrade the new Supreme officer had made—saying even the most powerful rebels were slaves to its power. You were grateful you had them updated. 

“Commander this Rebel Scum, matches the description perfectly,” she huffed handing you the tablet that showed the recently taken mug shots of the prisoners.

The prisoner on the right was a lean fellow but the muscles he displayed were obvious. The tattoo of a prisoner marking his exposed upper shoulder, the sleeveless body shirt fashionably clashing against the tied jumper around his waist. The dull, dirtied gray jumpsuit evidently matched the standard issue for high-value prisoners. He was doing push-ups, seemingly for a while now— he had a darker complexion, sheened with the glow of a measurable amount of sweat. His hair, short and curly, remained unaffected bouncing in tandem with his vertical rhythm. Going up and down and up and down. He spared a look at you, brown eyes housing odd speckled flecks of gold.

This was he. 

Matthew Roche—a Human male, age 25, 210 cm, convicted of conspiracy, Assault of Multiple Officers, Treason, Shipment of Illegal Weaponry, and Sabotage.

Notes: Well-behaved in proximity to Prisoner #600 also known as “Ruu”, atypical human strength; give no utensils or any object that can deal damage with blunt force. 

“Like what you see? I’ve picked a fine man haven’t I?”

The coy and accented voice that rings out is muffled, coming from the adjacent cell. In there is the other convict. Skin a light pink and purple hair so dark you might’ve mistaken it for black, is a smirking fiend. Leaning against the wall closest to the other cell, he has a much shorter build. Barely a shred of muscle on his body and the tattered remains of a red jumpsuit hanging off his shoulders. You recognized that suit. 

“Did you kill and take the suit of one of my mechanics?”

“Ah recognize it do you? I took some creative liberties to maybe match my style a little.”

You didn’t relent, still waiting for him to answer your question. The convict pouted puffing his lips and crossing his arms. Scleras black and pupils red, pretending to squint with fake tears. You didn’t appreciate how long he was taking to answer. The furrowing of your brows, was all your lieutenant needed eagerly grabbing the remote control on the side of the cells. On the little panel connected by a wire to the cells, there was a lock for a key to release and eight buttons meant to depict the levels of electric energy. Your lieutenant eagerly clicked on the third button. Immediately the flash of light goes off, bolts of electricity dancing within the cell. The inmate within writhing in agonizing pain.

“Aaaagh!” 

Matthew banged the clear wall, seemingly unbothered by the numbing agent infused into it in favor of silently demanding she stop. You didn’t need to watch the prisoner writhe anymore, unbelievably feeling guilty for their obvious pain. 

“Yuki, please.”

She didn’t seem all that willing to listen but one look and she turned the effect off. The prisoner slumped into the wall reeling from the pain they were in. Still, they looked up at you with a smirk, with slow agonized breaths.

“I didn’t kill anyone…they’re just…sleeping it off in your oil garage.”

The lieutenant looks at the communicator on her wrist, quickly alerting the coworkers in that department. Next, she pulled up the hidden camera in the garage of the naked employee among the barrels proving that statement to be true. 

“Commander that statement appears to be true. They are still breathing.”

You hum, finally exhaling, and you officially check the tablet. The picture matches the defeated inmate in the cell, still rocking the same wide smile

This was Rumakia Hintoth Yeward colloquially known as “Ruu the Ruthless”-a Diagalos Male, age 134, 145 cm, convicted of Genocide, Murder of Multiple Officers, Treason, Conspiracy, Maiming, Public Indecency, and [REDACTED].

The following notes are also redacted the only words in big letters: NOTIFY SUPREME UPON CONFIRMATION. Sending a look at the recovering Diagolos, there was no doubt this was the rebel they so desperately were after. You’d have to send a call to the Supreme immediately. 

“Commander should I–?”

Turning to Yuki and her concerned face, speaking more than any words. You appreciated her offer, certain your previous authority would have taken it in a heartbeat but you were not him. Patting her on the back, you shook your head; purposely ignoring her worried expression and hand reaching out for you. 

“Prisoners, you’ll be dealt with in a day’s time. Please get your rest.”

The sentiment was a minor courtesy, almost one you made with pity in your heart. For who they were meeting with next would not be so merciful to stop at the third electric shock. You hoped for your crew’s sake the prisoners would be the only ones receiving that kind of attention. 

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You could smell the sweat of your crew. Their nervousness was all too palpable to you. You hoped your mask of apathy was of some comfort. Unless any of them spoke out of turn the only one with their head on the chopping block is you. 

“Supreme One, it’s an honor to have you here.”

The new Supreme was younger, the wrinkles on his face few and far between. Tastefully on the side of his mouth; similar to smile lines—though that was unlikely. He was donned in the usual black, the typical cape lying only on his right shoulder. Hands in gray gloves that were curled into fists at his sides.

“The pleasure will be all mine when I have my escapees.”

“Of course.”

With another bow, you walked alongside him. Leading him and his personal army of trained guards to the brig. Along the walk you could feel his burning gaze on…you. As unsettling as it was this was your superior in every way, as far as you know he could do anything he wanted. You wouldn’t be able to stop him anyway.

“I’m surprised,” his voice was smooth and sultry; the kind you would have liked a partner of yours to have if you had the time. “To think they employed someone as young as you. I thought I was the only one.”

You didn’t answer. Only nodded. 

What were you supposed to say?!

Continuing to walk alongside him, your comfort was placed on the prisoners. At the very least any unwanted attention would be siphoned from you to them the second he had the rebels in his grasp. All you needed now was for that to come to pass.

The wail of the alarm made you want to cry. 

Yuki’s voice rang out on the loudspeaker; your stomach further twisting on itself

“T-the ah–the prisoners have escaped! They’re headed for the docking bay, proceed with extreme caution. One is a Diagolos! Act accordingly with the emergency protocols–”

Her struggled warning, made it all too real.

Along with the blaring siren and the red emergency lights, you began to direct your guards. Splitting them off with intentions to funnel the prisoners into airlocks. The plan being if all else failed to jet them into space.

Amid your running mind, you felt a tight grip on your arm. It belonged to the Supreme One, pulling you along as he made his way to the airlock. Leading instead, it amazed you how he’d memorized the outline of a small-time cargo ship under his reign. 

“You come with me!”

You followed the best you could, surprised by the detour he was making. Truly curious as to what he had in mind.

“Sir this isn’t the way to the airlock shouldn’t we–”

“They’re going to split up, you might get one to go that way but you won’t get the other.”

With your help, the Supreme One made it through. Your hand and memorized codes made for an easy route for him to eventually come across a bloodied hallway. The emergency light coated the room in a dim red, terribly lighting the surmountable corpses on the ground. At the end of the hallway was Ruu holding a guard intimately, leaning their body against his knee. From afar it looked as though he was placing a passionate kiss on their neck. But alas the light revealed the exact opposite: where his pink lips were on their neck so were the elongated round fangs sucking the man’s blood and some of his organs out. In an instant the man shriveled up, their body deflating before being tossed to the ground alongside the other corpses. Above him stood Rumakia a bloody and wide smile on his face as he danced over his various meals.

“Well hello there dear Supreme it seems you found my jailer! How lucky am I that the two humans of interest are right in front of me!”

The Supreme One’s stoic face stretches into a smile—a twisted, wicked smile, you’re sure is worthy of a man ruling the government. He unsheathes a sword of light and electricity, illuminating the room much better. 

By now you felt it was time you excused yourself. As willing as you were to take the fall for your crew, dying in the midst of a battle of the most violent beings on the ship was not your forte. You tried to run, turning to where you originally came but were stopped. Like you weighed nothing the Supreme One had pulled you into his chest with his un-moveable grip, holding his electric sword in the opposite hand he started to laugh. 

“Come now, Rumakia! Attack me with my commander,” he’s holding you so tight but you refuse to move the memory of your commander’s crumpled corpse plaguing your mind. 

The irony of your similar fate, you fail to realize the specific way you’ve been pulled into the man behind you. Practically no space between you both; his breath, smelling of ashes tickles the side of your face. His nose sensually runs along your cheek as he taunts the fanged prisoner across from him.

“So lovely! I see why you traveled so far for this lifeblood,” the Supreme dares a lick to your sweating neck, “I can’t wait to enjoy them once I kill you!”

The alien across the way shrieks an ear-piercing howl, their hair widening in tandem. A fact about the Diagolos was that their thirst for blood was at its highest or in times of great stress invoked another ability than great strength—-the use of tendrils. So small and weak they mimic hair like any other species but within a specific set of circumstances their tendrils grow and act as additional limbs. That was exactly what was happening now and for Ruu with lusciously long hair meant a web of extra problems for the Supreme One.

Satisfied, the man holding you lets out a whistle, someone of his personal guard appearing behind him in an instant. With his electric sword cutting at the reaching tendrils, your superior twirls you throwing you into the arms of his guard—that doesn’t release you despite your struggling.

“Take the Commander to my ship. Kill anyone that gets in your way.”

The guard only nods before dragging you away, this time you don’t fight as another shrill cry echoes down the hallway. You let the guard lead you, so you can replay the moments before. It was puzzling to try and imagine what exactly was the competition. It couldn’t be you….could it? It’d be bizarre to believe that a prisoner who’s sustenance was blood traveled across the vast galaxy to find you. More than likely you just happened to have a blood type he was interested in…it had to be.

“Move!”

The aggressive pushing from the guard broke you from your thoughts. Passing by the corpses of the same soldiers you’d sent away made you pause. The guard groaned before lifting you up, carelessly tossing you over their shoulder to trudge over their bodies. Your memories with the people they were replay and you feel an overwhelming sense of guilt. 

A commander should go down with their ship, right?

You attempted to leave, tearfully reciting the exact thing, hoping to appeal to the person behind the mask. And for a moment they pause seemingly taking your ask into consideration.

“Didn’t want to do this.”

They were swift, unsheathing an electric zapper and jamming it into your side. The force of the jab—painful and the electrocution—burning. You're left to writhe with the resounding pain as the guard moves to pick you up again. Securing your limp body on their shoulder they plan to continue on their way.

“H-hey let them go!”

The pain is paralyzing and you struggle to lift your head much further but you recognize the voice. It’s Yuki. Hardly able to look you note the stance she’s in, the growing crimson puddle beneath her, and the way she leans against the wall. She’s hurt. You want to call out to her, but any attempt to get her attention is thwarted by the guard turning around. Forced to look at the blackness of their uniform you feel them chuckle and pull out a weapon. It doesn’t click the way the zapper did. 

It clicks the way guns do.

“With your condition, I doubt you’ll survive this. Not really one to be making demands.”

A shot rings out and she screams. 

She’s not dead but you can smell that familiar smell of burning flesh.

“Any regrets?”

“Just that…I can’t promise you it’ll be any better with them, (Y/n)...but I hope it’s better than with him..”

“What?!” 

You’re moving again despite the aches in your body. You move to look up, finding your poor lieutenant with a ghastly paleness on her face covered in blood. A shot rings out and her final words ring loudly in your ears. 

Who could she mean by they?

She couldn’t possibly mean...?

“What a waste of energy that bi–” your retainer was halted by the baffling sight of a hand sprouting from the front of their chest. Looking down and blankly trying to hold the hand sticking out of him, their mouth fills with blood as the hand retreats. Finally, you’re released, awkwardly catching yourself with aching legs as they descend to the floor. Above them is none other than Matthew.

“You! But why would you—?”

“We have to leave now. Do you need me to carry you?”

The voice that leaves his lips moves something in you, you’ve rarely felt moved before. So consumed with work you never could begin to think of anything romantic with anyone, But hearing his voice and being grabbed by the sturdy hands attached you felt a need like never before. Perhaps it was the electricity, influencing you to lose your inhibitions as you failed to register any of the words coming out of his mouth. Only when his lips stopped moving and he tilted his head did you begin to think maybe you should reply but then you’d have to remember what was said. And that just wasn’t possible.

“What?”

Unlike the guard before he didn’t sigh exasperatedly, just bent down and picked you up. Holding you in that forbidden carry, cradling your back and thighs. Something must be wrong. So very wrong. Despite all your knowledge of the horrors that had been committed by the man holding you, your hands still reached for his face. Squishing what little fat remained of his cheeks and rubbing your thumbs over those delectably plump lips. This felt like there was something terribly wrong. But you also couldn’t stop.

“Have you always been this pretty?”

The stoic face that was oh-so focused on his unannounced mission, looked at you in surprise. Then like the moon coming out on a cloudy day, he smiled. It made this unfamiliar part of you swoon, demanding you lean and nuzzle into the neck of a criminal.

“So sappy, I was worried I wouldn’t make it in time.”

It was Rumakia, even more bloody than you when you had left him, wearing a form-fitting body suit with a cape that dragged on the floor—a trophy from a battle won with your superior no doubt. Skipping over more fallen companions of yours but for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Leaning into the alien’s touch he held your face in his hands, making eye contact with his red eyes. For some reason, you felt significantly hotter. 

“Who would’ve thought our pheromones would take into effect now? During our little coup…but I’m not complaining. I’ve been waiting far too long for this.” 

His kisses were like ice cubes in an intense Earthian Summer, refreshing and addictive. They continued trailing from the corner of your mouth to the veins of your neck, an oddly cool feeling of a sickled tongue going up and down and up—

“W-what’s going on? What’s happening?”

Ruu giggled the clutch on your face trailing to your jaw with a focus on your neck. More kisses and the grazing of something sharp–like the flat side of a blade threatening to turn over any moment. What should have incurred your fear, instead incited your heartbeat to increase in excitement.

“This is what I was after for so long. Letting myself get captured and roughed up when I easily could have massacred them all.”

With not a second wasted Rumakia plunged his fangs into your neck and began to suck at your blood. Feeling your energy drain should have been terrifying, thinking of the guard you saw literally being sucked to death. Instead, you felt a pooling heat below your waist, causing you to uncomfortably shuffle. Ruu was moaning and you felt inclined to join registering how you were being brought to the ground from your elevated state. The light weight of a body being positioned on top of you and those hands fondling every part they could. It felt good but so confusing.

The loss of energy already drained from the stress of the Supreme One’s visit.

The weird heat burning beneath your clothes.

And the inviting touches of the alien above you. 

It was too much. 

And then it stopped.

The only thing remaining was that unbelievable heat as the fangs left your body and you looked up at Ruu. His lips and chin coated in your blood, looking down at you with a dark pink blush overtaking his face. Behind him was Matthew looking upset…but not in the way you would be if anyone was having their life sucked from them in front of you. No, it was more of a pout. Ruu followed your gaze to look at the man, tilting his head.

“I would have liked you to do this on our ship,” he looked around the room, the floor practically covered in corpses—the corpses of your friends and coworkers, “I doubt when they come to their senses they’ll appreciate having their first with you here...among all of them.”

Enjoying your clearer conscious, you agreed with him. But you still had so many questions. 

Ruu scoffed flipping some of his hair off his shoulder, that wide smile returning as he looked at Matthew.

“Hmph so? They don’t get a say anyway, they're my human! Why should I even care what they think about these lessers? If they’ve got the headspace to be thinking about anyone but us than we clearly aren’t satisfying them enough.”

Matthew sighed shaking his head, as he extended his hand to Ruu. Pulling him up and hugging, you once again got to see that rare smile on his face. Sharing a peck between them, Ruu was the one who pulled away easily picking you up and balancing you so that he was cradling you. 

“Come on then let’s get to the ship then! I’ve been waiting so long for this.”

Matthew let out a laugh, taking you from the alien resuming his princess carry. Inviting you to rest on his shoulder as he walked alongside Ruu, casually making conversation about the crew your crew they murdered. 

“Were you the one to get rid of that annoying lieutenant? They were so annoying! Kissing up and then daring to electrocute me just for joking!” 

“I started to but in the end, they proved to be useful.”

“Hmph, I wish I could’ve been there. To see the light fade from her eyes would have been a dream!”

“But you got the Supreme pest, right?”

“I did. That vermin actually touched them, can you believe it? I know he’s half Diagolos and their blood type is nice but the sheer audacity was nauseating.”

“Maybe we can get the rebellion to…thank us.”

“Hm, and that ‘thank you’ can come in the shape of a moon all to ourselves.”

“That’s very unlikely.”

“...Money wouldn’t be too bad, then.”

A wave of exhaustion struck you harder than any you’ve felt. Reluctantly given into sleep fully leaning into Matthew. Eyes closed and your consciousness fading you felt warm lips lovingly brush against your forehead. 

“Rest easy, my love.”

“You’re where you belong.”

______________________________________________________________

Matthew shot a hand straight through the enemy’s head, uncaring of the way it lifelessly flopped in front of him. Moving onto the oncoming soldiers coming around the corner he did the same thing he always did: disarming the obstacles and clearing the path for his clients. Checking over his shoulders he listens to them gush about the information they received with one another. He doesn’t sigh, but he does throw the last obstacle at their feet. Startling them and regaining their attention.

“Time to move. We still have to meet the others at the rendezvous point.”

He was glad he mentioned it, their eyes lit up and they moved a lot quicker. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the predictability, he centers himself. As a human, his ability to sense others wasn’t incredibly complex but if there was anyone he could find in an instant it was his love. With a tad more urgency Matthew runs through the clean and industrial halls of the Grand Empire's Ship. 

Their latest clients weren’t his favorite group to work with, considering it always involved dabbling with the oligarchy regime. But it wasn’t his decision, it was his partner’s. In Matthew’s opinion an incredible privilege for such a bodacious operation. If it wasn’t for the one gift, his love had been given they’d have no allegiance to the ragtag group. 

“Nice to see you all in one piece.”

The familiar voice made Matthew swoon, resisting the urge to smile. Settled to stand behind Rumakia as he spoke with the rebels. All smiles and light speech; Matthew let him do the talking since he didn’t bother sugarcoating anything. 

“Thank you for your help Rumakia sir!”

“You know I’m only here to repay a debt. After this gig, I’ll take my payment and go.”

“Of course. Let’s take the drives and cruise out of here with the trash as our cover!”

Like any other mission the entire group retreats to their ship, floating away with the trash dumped before the enemy ship jettisons back out to space. As they drifted with the debris collectively watched several cargo ships dock. It’s then that Matthew is finally compelled to watch the 5th cargo ship slot into place. 

A sweltering heat made him sweat, his body suit clinging to his skin tighter than before. His heart beating impossibly loud he held his hand over his peck as if to muffle it. Heavy breathing and some unneeded rush of adrenaline drying his mouth. 

“Hey, what a find! That’s the cargo ships transporting the hyperdense generators! Highly explosive and probably what’s fueling their latest weapons….”

“We should circle back and blow those up. If we can impede their operations for only a month that’d help us the most.”

Matthew felt a small hand on his lower back, slightly soothing with Ruu’s cold fingers. It grounded him more than he’d admit to--hearing his voice.

“We wouldn’t mind taking the mission to get on that ship. Say one of those generators might save us another job or two.”

Matthew was amazed at how well Ruu could keep his cool. Of the many conversations they had about their bonding, the Diagolan confided in him what it felt like to first be aware of Matthew. Apparently along with the intense heat, there was an overwhelming need to feed—an animalistic drive to get through all obstacles to get to his mate. Seems like the second time he’d gotten better at managing it. 

“To put you on the ship would be unnecessary but if you were really eager to get one of the generators that can be arranged. There is a transferring of their mechanics from the prison to the cargo ships though that route…”

The rebel trailed off, their face twisting into a grimace that made Matthew worry. It made Ruu impatient.

“OUT WITH IT! *ahem* What about it?”

The rebel’s eyes widened at the intensity before coughing up an answer, “The prison that switches mechanics is from HIS private prison…our records indicate they do more than just monitor your every move.”

Matthew wasn’t against dealing with torture. He’s done that before. It seemed the issue was the time constraint. On a mission with quick timing, he’s sure he could appease Ruu. Sucking his blood and sex would be sufficient, but enduring a prison sentence, torture, and being separated? That would be a feat.

“We’ll do it.”

“Huh?!”

“You heard me, HUMAN! We’ll do it.”

“But the stakes are so high! There’s no guarantee you’ll survive if HE catches wind that you’re after a generator.”

Matthew couldn’t help but agree this could be even more dangerous if that thing knew what they were actually after. And being detained under that one’s supervision could be fatal when it comes to torture.

The stakes were high.

Ruumakia knew this too, his elongating claws scratching into the leather padding of his seat.

“We’ll do it,” Matthew spoke this time, slipping a hand onto the thigh of his lover. 

They had to.

Because you are their life.

Sequel maybe? 🖤🖤🖤🖤

[ballowvalence]

finished jentry chau last night and i have a lot of thoughts. SPOILERS AHEAD.

the good (broad strokes because there's so much to like in general!):

production quality is off the charts: fantastic animation, beautiful fight scenes, lovely character and world design, music perfectly complements the whole vibe. great style as well!

satisfying narrative arc: no cliffhangers, we get an A to B story line with character growth and progress. jentry ends the series as emotionally more mature than she starts.

interesting characters and engaging exchange and dialogue between them that mostly felt believable and realistic for teens this day and age.

the bad (my gripe in a nutshell):

the showrunners' decided to favor making the show work to what they'd prefer over cohesive character choices. (like they were trying to manipulate jentry's character around hitting plot points, instead of vice versa.)

jentry's forgiveness isn't consistent for her character.

the showrunners decided that the narrative would be more dramatic when/if she didn't forgive others.

gugu lied to her all her life about SO many things. we're given her reasoning, which we're meant to understand and relate to (she didn't want jentry to hate her/her parents), and because jentry loves gugu, she forgives her. i do not forgive gugu! she lied to jentry for 16 years about EVERYTHING.

this ties into how moonie is still alive as well. gugu knew! she could've EASILY have tracked her down. so she CHOSE to never try and reunite them. and MOONIE knew she was jentry's mother. how could you do that to your daughter? and jentry forgives moonie because she loves the POTENTIAL of her mother. what the fuck! i do not forgive moonie! she CHOSE not to be part of her life.

then we come to the only other person who begged for forgiveness for their secrets hurting her.

kit. he lied about who he was and his intentions. however, out of the him, gugu, and moonie, kit is the only one who does not intentionally obscure jentry's ability to figure out his secret, as in jentry is not forced to act for him to confess his truth. with gugu's secrets, she had to work to uncover them, and with moonie, jentry had to work to find her.

he is the only one who comes clean to her after putting his life in danger to save hers, and there's no way he doesn't know how fragile his painted skin is. he KNOWINGLY went to save her from the fire and risked his identity being blown because she was that important to him. (i remind you his death words started with "everything i did was for me." LIKE SAVING HER THEN??? THAT WAS FOR YOU???)

and how does jentry react? poorly, yes, because she hates lies (because of gugu).

but even after that, kit is never actually forgiven. in fact, jentry uses him, and then abandons him when she achieves her goal. it felt so drastically out of whack for her character that i wondered what was happening. then he is ostracized by her, and she rejects even his friendship and acts cold to him. she cuts him off.

it really doesn't make sense for her to not even want to be his friend. she bonded with him during the doppelganger experience. they WERE friends then. then she says she wants to be normal and pursues michael even when he admits to her HE isn't normal. so that's not it either.

only the narrative is what forces her not to forgive him because the showrunners need to hit the plot points of him betraying her and him needing to sacrifice himself later. (which i would argue his sacrifice really doesn't make sense at all. if you watch that scene when kit dies in her place, WHY would he even pretend to be her? if jentry had just worn the robes instead, she would've been able to defend herself as quickly she donned them as is shown after kit-jentry is attacked. it was a needless sacrifice!)

gugu is forgiven in this same episode for her lies. why can jentry forgive gugu and not kit (prior to the betrayal)? it just doesn't fit for her character.

jentry then goes on to immediately forgive moonie for never getting into contact with her. moonie ALSO lied to her her entire life. but somehow this is forgiveable now because it works with the narrative and the plot points.

anyway. that's my biggest gripe with the show.

instead of building the narrative around jentry's character, the show built a narrative and manipulated jentry's character to make it work.

also...

the mogai-human-form design was weirdly sexist?

when possessing mr. cheng, the mogai-cheng form is ugly and malformed and disproportionate. he is not conventionally appealing or attractive. he is not the same size or shape as cheng appeared. he is wearing clothes.

when posessing jentry, the mogai-jentry form is curvaceous and slim and appealing to look at. this form is conventionally attractive. she is the same size and shape as jentry appeared. she is not wearing clothes.

all of these are choices the showrunners made. they could've made mogai-jentry much more unappealing, but they didn't. for some reason, keeping her "attractive/cool" was the choice over what the design could mean. they did make her look dangerous, i guess?

[somanyratsinthewalls]

The Crew's Whore +18 (Part 12)

Summary: Mo’s Kinktober Special 

The Crew’s Whore (Part 12) (+18)

Summary: You are the former owner of the Grand Line’s most popular brothel. Your powerful fighting abilities got the attention of the captain of the Straw Hat Pirates. He had asked you to join their crew but what would you bring to the team? Your battle skills were hardly comparable to many of the other Straw Hats… but you actually had a great skill. Your years working as a high end escort had prepared you to become the private plaything for this pirate crew. You joined the Straw Hats as their personal sex toy.

Pairing: Zoro x Sanji x Franky x Usopp x Luffy x Brook is even there I swear x Fem!Reader

WC: 4400

TW: It’s the gangbang chapter. Here it is. It’s here. This is so much porn, why are you even reading if you don’t want smut? Why am I writing warnings? This is gross and weird. If you don’t want gross and weird don’t read it idk! 

— — — 

“You know, Nami did a really good job here, Y/n.” Usopp comments as he ties more elaborate knots around your leg. “Your skin is super soft. Didn’t it hurt?!?” He asks, a bit of worry in his words. 

“Nami’s an expert waxer at this point, I barely felt a thing. Nothing I’m not used to. Now will you stop worrying about me?” You tease, laid up against a wedge of cushions, your legs fully spread and knees being tied up with rope to your arms as you spoke. You wore a white, sheer mesh bralette, nipples visible through the fabric, and a pair of ivory lace, crotchless panties. With your legs forced open as far as they were, your hole was exposed but the frilly edges of the panties tickled your freshly smooth outer lips. Easy access. 

“A-and you’re sure you want to be tied up like this?” Usopp asks before restraining your other arm and leg. 

“Of course I do. I wouldn’t have suggested it for Sanji’s birthday if I didn’t want it. Hurry up, I’m sure he’s getting impatient.” You say with a smile. 

“And you drank enough fluids today? You know how they-“ 

“Yes! I know how greedy they are for the waterworks, Usopp. I’ll be fine! Would you stop that and enjoy yourself for once!” You chide. 

“AAAllllright sweetheart, I got all my best toys here for ya.” Franky says loudly as he tosses what looks like a toolbox onto a table beside your bound form. “We got wands, rabbits, plugs, clamps, paddles, gags-“ Franky turns and looks at you splayed on the table, lower half perched perfectly on the edge. “Aint that something. You look super hot, babe!” The robot shoots you a grin before pulling devices from his toolbox. “Nice work, Usopp!”

Usopp steps back and admires his handiwork after he finishes restraining you. 

“Heh, thanks. I’ve been practicing my knots.” 

“Yeah he has.” You give Usopp a wink. He blushes, caramel skin turning a deeper shade of brown.

You were now fully bound, laid exposed with your knees tied to your elbows, further restrained by cuffs attached to the table, legs spread and your pussy on display. 

“Alright let’s get this in you now, you know how much Sanji likes the back door.” Franky chuckles as he grabs a silver butt plug and some lube from the case. He squirts an excessive amount of lube all over the toy before slotting himself between your legs. “It is his birthday, after all.” He wiggles and teases the plug against your puckered asshole and you giggle and twitch in response. “Hey now, relax, don’t get too excited already.” He pushes the metal into you firmly and you gasp. The toy settles comfortably into your ass and your cunt clenches around nothing. You already feel yourself getting wet. 

“Well, time to show ‘em what you’ve got, little lady.” Franky turns to you with a massive, powerful-looking wand vibrator in his hands. “Usopp, go grab the others. Let’s give them a super show!” 

— — — 

“You’re lucky I’m even letting you come to this, belly-warmer idiot, it’s MY birthday.” Sanji barks at Zoro as they follow Usopp down into the spare bedroom in the belly of the ship. The room that was often used for darts tournaments or Robin’s pilates workouts was now turned into a den of debauchery, a special treat for the cook’s birthday. 

“Could we maybe, go like? A few hours? Without arguing? You’re really cramping the vibe.” The tall skeleton at the back of the group pleads as he follows the four men down into the ship. 

“I don’t see why we couldn’t bring snacks, Sanji.” Luffy whines. 

“I’m not arguing. I’m just saying that Y/n is lucky I’m going to be there. Maybe she’ll actually cum.” Zoro says through a yawn, feigning his own excitement. 

“Shut up. Here.” Usopp opens the door and lets the men file in to the room. 

They’re met with Franky’s large, speedo clad figure shielding the table in the center of the room. There was a row of chairs placed in a close semi-circle around the cushioned table. 

“Gentlemen!” Franky shouts. “So glad you could all make it! Not like you’d have anything else to do anyway… Please, have a seat, and let’s get things started. Our little superstar is eager to please tonight, and who are we to make her wait?” He steps to the side, exposing your bound, nearly nude form to the men of the crew. You flash a shy, flirty smile. 

Luffy’s eyes were glued to your cunt as he licked his lips greedily. 

A bone-dry gasp leaves Brook’s jaw. 

Blood begins to seep slowly from Sanji’s nose. 

Even Zoro looks speechless. 

“Hi boys.” You say, teasingly. You wiggle your fingers in a wave. You tug gently at your cuffs to demonstrate how firmly you were restrained. 

“Three holes, a crew of pirates, one pretty girl…” Franky continues in his most dramatic showman voice. “Let’s see how much she can take.” He cracks the leather crop against his massive palm. Usopp scurries up to where your head was laying. 

“Still not too tight, right?” He asks you. 

“Yes. Go sit down and get off.” You chirp at him with a smirk. 

Usopp obliges. 

“Look at this, boys, such a nice little present all wrapped up and waiting for us to enjoy. Thanks, Sanji, for letting us all celebrate your special day together, heh.” Franky chuckles as he gently slides the end of the riding crop from your knee up your thigh. 

“It’s the least I could do. I’d feel selfish, really, keeping this show all to myself.” Sanji smiles, leaning back in his seat cockily. 

*SMACK* 

“AH!” You cry out at the sudden slap of leather against your sensitive inner thigh.

*SMACK SMACK SMACK* 

Three more swats in quick succession are delivered to your flesh and you grunt and buck your hips in response, the delicious pain mixing into pleasure with every strike.  

Frankly ghosts the crop over your center and starts smacking the toy against your other thigh down towards your knee. Seeing you keen in response, he brings the crop up to your barely shielded nipples. 

*THWACK* 

*HNNNNGH!* You whine as another strike is delivered to your sensitive peak. You gasp. He returns the favor to your other nipple and you let out a moan. Your nipples were now a light shade of red and straining, erect, against the sheer fabric. The swift hits of leather on your nipples leaving a delightful burn causing your cunt to clench involuntarily, pushing out an oozing of slick to drip down between your ass. 

“Look at that, already getting excited.” Franky coos as he brings the crop to your sex. He suddenly smacks the leather hard against your clit. You wail in response. Franky responds with another laugh and places more hard taps to your sensitive, swollen nub. 

You whimper and try to buck your hips to no avail, you were completely restrained to the table. 

“You must have warmed her up, look at how wet she is already.” Sanji remarks, eyes glazed over at the sight of your bound body. 

“Nope, just tied her up and shoved a plug in her ass. Little slut just can’t get filled fast enough. I thought we could play with her a bit before the main event…” Franky drops the crop to the floor and turns to grab something else from his toy box. A jingling of metal rings through your ears over the thrum of your heartbeat. 

“Hey, Soul King, how about you do the honors of these, since you’re missing out on a lot of the main event.” Franky lifts a shiny silver chain in Brook’s direction. 

“Yoho! You’re too kind!” Brook happily hops form his chair and retrieves the nipple clamps from Franky’s outstretched hand. 

You smile as Brook approaches your bound and sweating body on the table. 

“Hi Bone Daddy.” You say with a smirk. 

“Oh hello, sweet little one! Such a state you’re in… I must thank you for allowing us to ravish your body like this.” He clips one of the clamps to your nipple and tightens it. “Feels alright?” 

“Yesss….” You roll your head back and enjoy the pressure on your bud. He attaches the second, chain linking your tits together. “Mmmm…” you lick your lips hungrily. 

“I must ask, once the festivities have ended… may I-“ 

“Yes you can have my panties, Bone Daddy.” You smile. “Hope you don’t mind the mess.” You grin wider. You feel a slender, bony finger pull on the chain between your breasts and you sigh. 

“You’re lucky I’m dead, or I would have had 10 heart attacks by now, Yohoho!” Brook chortles before returning to his seat. 

“Alright gentlemen, should we play with that pretty pussy?” Franky approaches your side with a massive wand vibrator in hand. He clicks it on.

“YEAH!” Luffy shouts and jumps up in his seat, pulling his chair closer to your figure bound on the table. Drool seems to be pooling in the corners of his mouth as his tongue lolls out hungrily. 

“Aye aye, captain!” Franky booms as he presses the vibrator to your clit without warning.

“FUCK!” You scream. 

Audible sounds come from your audience. Zoro chuckles, Sanji hums, and Usopp gasps. They all intently watch your hole clench from below the vibrating head of the toy. Your shoulders jerk forward. Franky rubs the toy softly against your wet sex before turning up the vibrations several levels with a few loud clicks. You moan at the sudden increase of stimulation. You continue to writhe until the toy is pulled from your sex suddenly. Your muscles relax and you collapse against the cushions, breathing heavily. 

“Oh she’s leaking, she loves this shit.” Zoro chuckles as he notices the way your hole seeps and soaks your lips after the toy is pulled away. “Filthy girl.” 

“I should have my birthday every day.” Sanji wipes his bloody nose on his dress-shirt sleeve as he leans forward in his seat. “C’mon Frank, let her have one.” 

“Birthday boy says so…” Franky laughs and returns the vibrator to your clit. 

The intense vibrations stun you and your knees try to jerk closed, but they were bound apart due to the restraints. You moan and whimper as the pressure builds in your abdomen. 

“I’m.. I’m gonna…” You moan out, feeling your peak swiftly approaching with the help of the fancy toy. 

“Stop.” Sanji commands. 

The wand is pulled away. 

You groan and cant your hips upwards, orgasm stolen right from under you. 

“Gag her.” Sanji adds. 

There was a moment of pause. 

“Yes. Gag me.” You say, breathless and desperate to reach your release. 

Usopp grabs the ball gag from the nightstand next to you. 

“You’re-“

“Yes.” You interrupt. 

He obliges and gently places the ball between your lips, fastening the straps behind your head. He smoothes your hair back before returning to his seat. 

“Good, now make her cum.” Sanji orders, leaning impossibly forward in his chair, face so close to your soaked cunt. “I want her nice and wet.” He says as he takes out his pack of cigarettes, removes one and brings it to his lips. He pulls a lighter from his now very tight pants and lights his cigarette. 

Wordlessly, the vibrator is brought back to your clit and you groan around the gag. 

“NNgghhhghhh!” You cry out as your peak creeps up on you through your abdomen and down your thighs. Franky presses the toy hard against your clit and you start to unravel quickly. You breath harshly through your nose and let your eyes roll back as your orgasm overtakes you. You feel the harsh gush of fluid release from your core and splatter around the vibrating toy pressing into your crotch. 

You pant heavily as Franky removes the vibrator from your clit. 

“Again.” Sanji commands, exhaling a long plume of smoke from his lips. 

“Hhrnnhh?” Your neck cranes up and you lock eyes with the blonde cook. 

“She can take another, to get her loosened up.” He smirks. 

“Not without having a taste first!” Your captain exclaims and jolts out of his seat and lands on his knees before your spread legs. He wastes no time and begins to lap up your release from your folds. “MmmmMMMMmmm….” Luffy groans as he slithers his tongue into your clenching hole. 

“Cppfftannn!” You cry out through the ball gag as you feel Luffy’s tongue stretch in size and pad again your sweet spot. His nose nuzzles your clit and vibrations are sent through your core as he groaned and slurped loudly in delight. 

“MMmmm! So sweet!” Luffy pulls back from you and stands up, starting to unbuckle his shorts. 

“It’s Sanji’s birthday, Luffy, you really aren’t gonna let him go first?” Usopp interjects. 

“Nah, if she’s gotta be stretched for everyone, who else is better at stretching than me? Hehe!” Luffy giggles as he pulls his hard cock from his denim shorts. 

“*Tsk* so damn impatient.” Sanji says as he exhales another cloud of smoke. “Hurry up so we can get serious… hmm-?” Sanji looks down and Zoro’s left hand has made its way to grip his upper right thigh over his suit pants. Sanji looks around but everyone else gaze is transfixed on your exposed body about to get railed by the captain. Sanji doesn’t move Zoro’s hand, but shifts lower in his seat to encourage him to move it higher. 

Luffy grins widely as he presses himself into your cunt. You sputter around the ball gag as your captain immediately sinks in all the way, his hips now flush with yours. You groan. 

“Ooooh so tight, y/n! Lucky you’re so nasty that all the teasing got you so wet, hehe!” Luffy chuckles down at your bound form as you knit your eyebrows together from the sudden stretch. He was right, your hole welcomed his intrusion with zero resistance. He took this as a sign to begin to jackhammer into you almost immediately. 

“HHHRRRMMPPP!!” You moan as loud as you can through the gag, feeling Luffy inflate his rubbery cock inside of you to hit your g-spot with every single pass through your slick walls. You couldn’t believe how fast you were being hurtled towards a second orgasm, but your captain’s devil fruit powers always left you breathless. 

“Yeah, come on, y/n… Franky give me that thing!” Luffy extends a rubbery arm and grabs the wand from his robot crew mate, flicks it on and applies it to your clit. 

“MMMmmhhpphh!!!” You shriek and breath heavily through your nose, eyes wide as you let the feeling of intense pleasure overtake you. It was so fast and so intense, you could barely register Luffy pulling out of you and stroking himself over your torso. You clench from your climax’s aftershocks as Luffy decorates your chest with many hot splatters of spend. All stimulation is pulled from you and you heave against the table, trying to collect yourself. 

“Alright I’m seeing what leftovers are in the fridge, I’ll see you guys in the morning.” Luffy tucks himself back into his shorts and makes his way to the door. 

“You-you’re just? Leaving-” Usopp asks, bewildered, trying to hide his obvious boner in his coveralls. “-like that? That’s it?”

“Yeah-huh.” Luffy replies casually. “I'll catch you guys later.” And he’s gone, in search of midnight snacks. 

“Alright, who wants next?” Franky asks loudly as he sidles up next to you. “She’s got a lot more in her, right doll?” He says as he pulls on your nipple chain. 

“YSH!” You moan out through the gag, wanting more. 

“Yes, what?” Franky asks, pulling harder on the chain, causing your breasts to be jerked forward. 

“YSH, SHIR!” You cry out, spit splattering around the red ball gag. 

“Wow, when did you train her to do that? The best I get is “daddy.” Zoro remarks from his seat, hand rubbing slowly over his robe-clad bulge. 

“No hard feelings, Zoro, but this girl has always known who her master is.” Franky smirks and smoothes your hair back, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. “Sure she’s got a captain, but only one person she calls ‘sir.’ Isn’t that right, baby?” 

You smirk around the gag in your mouth. “Ysh, shr.” 

You smell cigarette smoke again. 

“Untie her.” Sanji commands as he looses his tie and approaches you. “I want her on top of me.” He undoes the buttons of his dress-shirt as he huffs the last drags of his cigarette between his lips. 

Usopp hops almost too eagerly from his seat to unhook your cuffs from the sides of the table. Once your legs and arms were free, he releases the ball gag from your mouth. You gasp. Once both the cuffs and ropes were undone, Usopp starts to massage your calves, you hum in comfort. 

Your sore muscles were soothed so quickly by Usopp’s dexterous hands, you could barely register being propped up on your knees on the bed, face falling into someone’s muscular neck.

 A body is suddenly beneath you. 

You pull back and meet Zoro’s eyes, His hand gently held the back of your head and his other caressed your ass. His cock rubbed softly against your clit and above your mound, causing you to gasp. 

A hand smoothes down your lower back and lands on the plug nestled between your ass cheeks. You feel the plug wiggle a bit inside of you before the pressure builds against your hole. Sanji was gently teasing the plug in and out of you, warming you up to take his cock. 

“You’re gonna take him first, yah? Then once he stuffs your tight little ass, I’m gonna fuck your pussy until we both fill you up, okay?” Zoro asks as he cards his finger through your hair. He presses his nose against yours. “You can take it, can’t you baby?” He huffs out into your mouth, cock still rocking against your wet slit. 

You nod. 

“Ohh-“ You coo as Sanji begins to fuck your hole steadily with the metal plug. Any discomfort had turned to pleasure and you wanted to feel them both inside you now. 

“Yeah that’s a good girl.” Zoro praises you and nips at your bottom lip as he strokes your hair. “Open those holes up nice and wide for us.” 

Suddenly the feeling of cool metal turns to hot flesh as the soaking mushroom head of Sanji’s cock attempts to breach the tight ring of your ass. You loosen your muscles and start to sink slowly down on Sanji’s member. His strong, soft hands support your hips as you work yourself onto him. 

“Take your time, mon amore. You’re taking me so well… fuck…” Sanji groans at the sight of your hole clenching around his cock, spurting copious amounts of excess lube down his shaft “Such a sweet girl for letting us take you like this…” He coos at you although he couldn’t see your expression. He knew you were gone. He could imagine the dick-drunk smile plastered across your face as you settled yourself flush against his pelvis. He’d seen it many times before. 

Zoro nudges his cock head at your leaking entrance, finding the perfect angle to start sinking in. He pushes you back softly onto Sanji’s chest and pries your legs open wide, ass speared by Sanji’s cock and cunt dripping and open waiting for Zoro to push in. You cry out as Zoro enters you, feeling stuffed to the brim. You wrap your arms around Zoro’s massive arms and grip his biceps. You whimper as he bullies his throbbing dick into your leaking hole. 

“I know, I know, just relax, let me get inside, baby.” He bites your lip again. 

“Don’t hurt her!” You hear Usopp complain from your left side, now very close to you. 

“Mmmm… I’m okay, Usopp. Just so full… Feels so good… ” You say dreamily as you turn towards him, gently cupping his warm face in your palm. “Let me touch you..” You slide your hand down his bare chest to the tent in his pants. 

He stutters but quickly opens the fly of his corduroys and lets his painfully hard cock spring free. You begin to stroke it gently. 

“AH!” You are startled by a harsh thrust from Zoro to sheath himself inside you fully. Sanji emits a vulgar groan as he feels Zoro’s throbbing cock against his through the thin wall of your flesh. 

Zoro begins setting a steady pace, rocking you back and forth on top of Sanji who was nestled deep in your ass still. You both moan and whine. You feel a soft, delicate hand clasp your right, Sanji moving from gripping your hip to interlacing his fingers with yours. He squeezed your hand affectionately before you feel him buck up inside of you along side Zoro. 

Tears stream involuntarily from your eyes as your body hurtles towards another powerful climax. 

“Wow I’ve never seen her do two at once, truly remarkable!” Through ringing ears you hear Brook comment in glee. 

“Y-yeah she’s s-something…” Usopp comments, staring down at your glazed over expression, drool pooling in the corner of your mouth as you half-heartedly pump his cock. “O-oh-“

You feel hot ropes of cum decorate your chest and neck as Usopp empties himself on top of you. His spend littered your flesh along wish Luffy’s and you moan louder in approval. 

You were thoroughly stretched full, speared deeply on both Sanji and Zoro’s cocks and your front half was coated in sticky, translucent fluid. Pleasure coursed through your every nerve, setting your body alight with each harsh thrust from Zoro pushing you back and forth onto Sanji. You wail incoherently as tears stream down your face, wet mascara smears running along your cheeks. 

“That’s a pretty girl…” Zoro coos down at you and wipes the smudges from your face with his thumbs. “Taking us all so well…” He delivers an extra sharp thrust and you scream. 

“Wow she’s super loud, isn’t she?” Franky’s booming voice cuts through the grunts and pants coming from the table as he approaches you laid against Sanji’s chest. “Let’s fix that, hmm?” He comes to stand next to your face and fishes his cock out of his speedo, immediately pressing it to your parted mouth. You accept it gratefully, groaning around his member as you feel yourself approaching another orgasmic peak. You swirl your tongue hungrily across his tip and open your throat up wide to take his whole length quickly. 

A lithe, silky soft hand reaches up from your hip and begins to pinch your clit gently. You moan around Franky and buck your hips into Zoro. 

“Shit, curly- she likes that. Keep doing that- I’m going to-shit-“ Zoro picks up the pace and Sanji obliges, increasing the pressure on your sensitive little pearl and letting out a loud moan in the process as your ass clenches down on him. 

The dick in your mouth suddenly pulls out and you’re free to vocalize again, nail digging deep into Zoro’s arms. Suddenly you feel a splattering of thick liquid hit your lips and cheeks and you open your mouth instinctively. 

“There we go little lady, nice and messy.” Franky grunts through his words as he finishes spending himself across your face. He drags his wet tip across your lips to finish off. Thankfully he missed your eyes, no doubt purposeful as you focus on the pressure building in your lower abdomen. 

“I-“ You choke out. 

“I know, darling, I feel you squeezing…” Sanji says breathlessly from beneath you. “Cum with us, my love.” 

The feeling overtakes you and you spasm and writhe all over the two mens’ cocks. Your holes clench and your pussy splatters around Zoro’s pelvis, dripping down onto Sanji’s thighs. Sanji gasps at the sensation and you feel him blow his load deep inside your ass. You groan and seize as Zoro hurtles towards his own finale. 

“Ah- Fuck!” Zoro huffs and pushes himself inside your sopping entrance as far as he can, one hand gripping your breast as leverage to pull you down on his cock with force. He stutters his hips and pants as you feel him fill your insides. 

You collapse backwards onto Sanji, panting and breathless. 

The ceiling spins above you and you feel yourself being picked up and laid carefully down on the cushioned table, a rough hand stroking your face. 

“You still with us, baby girl?” 

You flutter your eyelids open and the handsome, blue haired cyborg was hovering above you with a damp washcloth in hand. You smile and nod, tiredly. 

“You did so well, mon amour.” Sanji appears at your other side, smoothing back your hair with a wide grin. “The most perfect present.” 

You whine and try to turn over on your side to fall asleep. 

“Nah uh, not yet. I gotta clean you up first. Then into a hot bath.” Franky picks you up from the table and brings you to the bathroom. 

On your way down the hall, you softly ask. 

“Can I stay in your bed tonight?”

“Of course, mama. You did so good.” 

— — — 

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Two of Them

Requested Here!

Pairing: Jim Street x fem!reader

Summary: When Hondo asks you to help catch a car thief, you meet Jim Street. As you get to know one another, you learn that you have a lot in common, but balance each other out perfectly.

Warnings: r loves cars/owns an auto shop & is sarcastic and makes jokes (very similar to Street), mentions of robbery and murder, fluff, softie Street

Word Count: 4.7k+ words

A/N: There's so many things I love about this request and a ton of (personal) references! I hope you all enjoy!🤍

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Someone wolf whistles as the garage door opens, and you walk faster to see what is worthy of such attention. When you step into the garage if your auto restoration shop, your jaw drops.

“Is that a ’59 Impala?” you ask breathlessly.

“Sure is,” Joel, your righthand man and drivetrain expert, answers. “She’s here for a tune-up. I know you’re busy, boss, so I can handle this one.”

“Yeah, right!” you exclaim. “All of my childhood dreams are under that hood.”

“You dreamt about reconstructed motors as a kid?”

“Do you talk to your wife like this, Joel? Because she’s never going to let you buy a C-10 with that attitude.”

He chuckles before he waves toward the office. “Impala owner is in there. Wants to talk to you.”

“Thanks, Joel. Don’t start without me!” you call over your shoulder.

As you enter the lobby, you put on your best customer service smile and straighten your shirt.

“Good afternoon,” you greet. “You must be the owner of that beautiful Impala.”

“Yes, ma’am. My friend Rick Castle told me that you were the person to see. I had the car restored by a guy in Texas, a ground-up rebuild, but it’s not riding as smoothly as it was before. The passenger side – sorry, I’m not very good at explaining these things – it almost feels like it’s bouncing while I drive,” he explains.

“Okay, that’s really helpful. It sounds like it’s probably an alignment issue. We can look at it today and give you a call when we find the issue,” you suggest.

“That would be great. Thank you.”

You review the paperwork he completed with Joel quickly before telling him bye. After putting his contact information into your computer system, you rush back to the garage.

“Let’s find out what’s causing the involuntary hydraulics,” you tell Joel.

“Hondo, get 20 squad in here!” Hicks calls.

As they gather in the situation room, Lieutenant Lynch queues a video pulled from a security camera. Street recognizes the location as the building they raided a few days earlier but remains quiet as she begins speaking.

“This is, of course, the building you raided. If you’ll recall, we hoped to locate an unidentified subject tied to several car robberies, assaults, and more recently, carjacking with deadly force. He killed a driver during a carjacking gone wrong and has continued to get more violent with each crime. We still haven’t identified the perp, courtesy of his never-ending vehicle supply and seeming knowledge of traffic cams. He didn’t seem to think about the security camera across the street from the parking garage before the raid, however.”

She presses a button on the tablet in her hand, and the video begins to play. Several cars come and go, but there’s nothing unusual. Hicks raises his hand to point to the time stamp, and the guys watch, waiting for some smoking gun or clear picture of the guy running from the cops. All that happens, though, is a man leaving in a convertible. Lynch pauses the video again and looks up expectantly.

“Was that a Triumph?” Luca asks excitedly. “Those are still rare in the states, even decades after they stopped manufacturing them.”

“It’s not stock,” Street adds with a shake of his head. “That’s not standard suspension, and the paint is too new to be original. Whoever brought that over had a lot of work done to it.”

“Which is great, makes it easier to find,” Hicks agrees. “Except there’s no plates, no registration, and no one has reported it missing. There’s not even a T3 in that color registered to anyone through the California DMV. We have something to look for, but no more information on who we’re looking for.”

“I know someone who can help,” Hondo says. “Classic cars, new paint, rebuilds…”

“You have a car guy?” Deacon asks. “Why?”

“Of course, I have a car guy,” Hondo scoffs. “My dad may have introduced me.”

“That makes more sense,” Luca says, nodding with Deacon.

“Hold on, guys,” Lynch calls. “The tech team thinks they may have found another lead. Consensus is this video is the same driver.”

She plays a new video, this one taken from a gas station camera. Another newer sports car pulls in, but no one exits the car. It sits for nearly three minutes, then pulls out.

“I’m not as versed as these guys, but that looks like a Lamborghini,” Tan comments. “Can’t be too hard to trace those in Los Angeles.”

“It is when they don’t have the original drivetrain. The back tires spun out way too far in that turn. It’s been modified, too,” Luca points out.

“He’s either got a thing for modified sports cars or he’s someone who’s flipping them to be completely different cars after he steals them,” Street hypothesizes.

“Your car guy gonna be able to help with that?” Hicks asks Hondo.

“Oh, yeah,” he answers. “This case’ll be closed in a week.”

“Then get out of here. You’ve got a rare car to track down.”

“One more thing,” Lynch says. “Really, I promise this is the last thing. None of those cars have been seen again. Seems like he drives them once and then ditches them.”

“He has to have his own garage, then,” Street says. “One that I wish I had.”

“Then it’s a bigger target,” Hondo declares. “Let’s roll.”

The chime connected to the front door of your shop rings loudly and you tell Joel to go check on the customer. You are under a 1977 Chevrolet Nova and elbow-deep in the engine bay. Even if you’d wanted to be the first face they saw, given that it is your business, you wouldn’t be able to get out from under the car before they assumed no one was here.

“Ah ha,” you murmur.

You pull the broken mounting bracket down past the ballast. It falls to the floor with a loud ting before you roll out from under the car. As you sit up and wipe your grease-covered hands on your coveralls, you see Hondo looking at you with his brows raised.

“Hello,” you greet.

“You got a little something right… everywhere,” he jokes.

“Funny,” you reply as you stand. “If your eyesight is that good, it’s no wonder you made SWAT.”

Someone laughs behind him, and you lean to the side. His entire squad waits in the lobby, and you wave before returning your attention to Hondo.

“I take it you’re not here about your dad’s car then,” you muse.

“Not today. We need some help with a case, if you have the time,” he explains.

“Sure. I’ll have Joel take you to my office. Let me clean up and I’ll meet you – all of you, I guess – in there in a minute.”

“Thanks. I owe you one.”

“You owe me an entire car at this point, Hondo,” you call as you walk out of the garage.

Once you’re out of your stained overalls and have washed all of the grease and car-related grime off of your skin, you return to your office. Hondo and three other men wait beside your desk, and you invite them to sit. Hondo introduces you to Tan, Luca, and Street, and you shake each of their hands before you sit across from them. Hondo rolls his eyes when you smile at Street, but you’re not sure why.

“So, what exactly does Metro SWAT need from an auto shop?” you ask.

“Long story short, there’s a guy stealing sports cars; classics, fresh off the floor, and everything in between. Then he’s customizing them, driving them once, and ditching them for a new illegally obtained ride,” Hondo answers.

You nod as you think, then lean on your elbows on your desk. “Why customize them?”

“To make them untraceable, we think,” Luca answers. “You can’t report a car missing if it doesn’t exist anymore.”

“That tracks,” you agree. “But then the question becomes, how do you ditch them? You can’t leave something like that at a chop shop, the parts would bring more issues.”

“Private garage,” Street says. “Or maybe he’s selling them out of the county. Lots of possibilities.”

“It takes an incredibly rich, incredibly dumb person to treat cars like that,” you comment.

“We deal with criminals,” Hondo interrupts. “Rich and dumb is kind of our thing.”

“No, Hondo, cars aren’t like people. They fight back, they don’t just disappear without a trace.”

“She’s right,” Street adds. “These cars are more than property to be stolen.”

“What are you saying?” Hondo asks.

“Ever read Christine?” you joke.

“Or heard of Decepticons?” Street adds.

You smile at him again, and he nods before he winks quickly.

“So, can you help us or not?” Hondo inquires.

“Yeah, of course. What do you need me to do?”

“We’ve got some security cam footage of the cars he’s altered. We need to know where he’s getting the work done, or info on where a private garage big enough for a collection like this would be.”

“I’d be happy to look. I can’t promise anything, though. My clientele is more of the rebuild this classic or fix this issue not the I want to make a rare sports car even more unique off the books.”

“That’s why we’re here.” Hondo looks at his phone quickly and huffs. “Uh, Street, you stay and go over the videos with her. Deac said he and Chris need backup.”

“You got it,” Street answers.

Hondo thanks you quickly before he, Luca, and Tan leave. You’re left alone in your office with Street and aren’t sure how to start a conversation after joking together while Hondo filled you in on the case.

“Uh, here’s the videos. There’s only a few on this, but it should be enough to get an idea of what he’s doing,” Street says as he passes you a memory stick.

You take it from him and insert it into your computer. As the videos begin playing, you rewind it, pause it, and take a few notes. The cars in it don’t have anything in common, other than the fact that they’re stolen and modified.

“Well, I can say for sure that my guys didn’t do this work. Nobody I work with did, either. I’ll ask around and see what I can find,” you tell Street.

“I appreciate that,” he replies. “You know, when Hondo said he had a car guy, I was expecting…”

“A guy?” you guess.

“I mean, yeah. Middle-aged, beer belly, his name on the sign. The usual.”

“Sounds like my shapewear is doing its job if you don’t see a beer belly,” you joke.

“Please, you know how pretty you are,” Street replies.

“Seems like you think so.”

You lean forward and smile as you return the video drive to Street. He returns your smile and opens his mouth, likely to make another joke, before Joel knocks on the door.

“We’ve got another customer, boss. With a ’73 Corolla,” he informs.

“Excellent timing,” you mumble.

Street stands as you do and says, “Call Hondo, or me, whoever, if you find anything. Thanks for helping.”

“I will. Thanks, Street.”

He leaves through the lobby, and you take a deep breath. Joel smiles as he watches you, but you tell him to get back to work before he can comment.

“On what?” he yells behind you.

“Hondo, we’re not even doing anything,” Street groans in HQ the following morning. “Just let me go make sure she doesn’t need help or anything!”

“She knows more about cars than you do,” Hondo answers.

“That’s not what I mean. C’mon, man, she has an auto shop. Are you really going to make me sit here when I could be solving a case in my dream garage?”

“Hondo!” Deacon calls. “We’ve got another video. New car this time, but it doesn’t look modified.”

Street looks toward Hondo expectantly, and nearly cheers when Hondo sighs and tells him to go. He accepts the video and rushes to his motorcycle. Work will be more fun with you, he thinks.

“You’re back,” you say when Street walks into the garage.

“And you’re working on a 1960s Mustang,” he says dreamily.

“1964,” you tell him. “Want to take a look?”

“I’m supposed to be working. We have a new video with a different car.”

“Surely it can wait a few seconds, so you can look at the new 289 sitting pretty under the hood.”

“Yeah, we can wait,” Street agrees as he follows you to the hood of the car.

After Street takes a few minutes to admire the work you’ve done on the Mustang, you lead him to your office and bring up the new video.

“I haven’t seen it, but the people in the lab didn’t think it had been modified,” Street explains.

“Okay. Let’s see,” you say, turning the screen toward him.

Your shoulder presses against his arm as you watch, but you’re both too interested in the sports car on the screen to notice that you’re in shared space.

“I don’t see anything,” Street says.

You drag the video slowly and pause it when the wheels turn.

“That car shouldn’t be all-wheel drive. It’s a minor conversion compared to the other work you’ve shown me.”

“Who makes a Datsun 240z all-wheel drive?” Street murmurs.

“Who steals a Datsun 240z?” you counter. “They stopped making them for a reason. Short of a complete overhaul, they weren’t worth their weight in metal.”

“As right as you are, that doesn’t bring us any closer to finding this guy.”

“No,” you agree. “And none of my friends have heard anything. We’re getting the word out, though, so as soon as it reaches the right person, I’ll have more information for you. It’d be great if he decided to switch garages and was my next customer.”

“It would be easier.” Street leans back in the seat and looks at the pictures on your wall. “Best and worst customer to date, go,” he asks.

“Ooh, okay,” you say excitedly. “Best? A writer who lives up in the hills has brought me over 20 different rare classics to restore from the ground up. The worst was last week. Kid came in with a brand new, stock Lambo Huracan and wanted the double-clutch tranny switched out for a 4-speed automatic.”

“In a Huracan?” Street repeats incredulously. “I… I feel like I just aged twenty years.”

“Tell me about it. I asked him if he could drive it the way it was and never got an answer.”

“Did you do it?”

“Are you kidding? No! I’m in this business for the cars, and that’s just sacrilegious.”

Hondo knocks on your open door, and he’s leaning against it with his brows raised when you look up.

“There’s two of them!” he exclaims dramatically as he looks back at the rest of the guys. “I thought you and Street were bad enough separately, but this isn’t fair.”

“Can I help you Hondo?” you ask, ignoring his comment. Although, you don’t hate him viewing this as you and Street, together, as one.

“I just came to see if anything came of that video,” Hondo says.

“Nothing inherently helpful. Your smoking gun is still lost.”

“Keep looking,” Hondo requests, tapping his knuckles against the doorframe before he leads 20 squad away.

Street watches him leave, shakes his head, and turns back to you to ask, “How’d you get into cars?”

“My, uh, my home life wasn’t great growing up. Cars were my escape. From the time I was old enough to realize that walking out into the driveway to mess with the cars got me away from the fighting, I was out there constantly. Then it became a love for cars and everything they mean to people. This isn’t just my job, it’s my passion.”

“I lived in foster homes for too long,” Street says. “When I met my brother, Noah, he got me into motorcycles, which led to cars. We dreamed about getting a Ducati someday.”

“See? Cars mean something, they’re more than electronics and gas to get you from A to B. They’re life itself for some of us.”

“And you treat them like that. When I get that Ducati, I’ll bring it to you.”

“For what? Those are perfect as is.”

“Maybe it’ll just be an excuse to see you.”

You smile and shake your head, but you know that you’d welcome him in, anytime, with or without a Ducati.

“… And then after the toe, caster, and camber are matched up on both sides, we can move on to complete the diagnostics,” you finish.

“Okay,” the young girl says. “I need to call my dad really fast. Can I come back in and let you know after that?”

“Of course. Take your time.”

As she walks out, you notice Street standing in the doorway to the garage.

“That happen often?” he asks, gesturing toward the girl standing outside.

“Occasionally. Mostly with younger customers,” you answer. “Must be nice to have a parental relationship like that.”

“Tell me about it.”

“So, what can I do for you, Officer Street?”

“Are you ever going to call me Jim?” he asks.

“I like cars, so Street is more fun,” you reply with a shrug.

“I actually came to give you a break. Hondo said you’ve been sending him updates day and night. You have to step back from it all before you burn out,” Street explains.

“I can’t. I have cars to finish, and some of my contacts have leads that seem promising, but they have to go through a chain of different garages, and…”

Street steps to you and lays his hands on your shoulders. He waits until you look into his eyes and relax to say, “You need a break. Trust me.”

“I need to finish with her,” you whisper. “Five minutes?”

“Five minutes,” he agrees. “And then I’m dragging you out of here if you won’t go willingly.”

Five minutes later, you follow Street into the small customer parking area outside the lobby. He walks to a motorcycle, and you eye it in admiration.

“This is your bike? It’s gorgeous, Street,” you say, running your fingers over the smooth metal body.

“It’s fast too,” he replies.

You accept a helmet and put it on as he climbs onto the bike. The Cardo logo on the side of the helmet catches your attention, but as you sit behind him and wrap your arms around him, you’re more than happy to ride in silence and decompress.

When you get back to the garage, you climb off the bike and hug Street before he can swing his leg over.

“Thank you,” you say softly. “I did need that.”

“I’m not just a pretty face, you know,” he jokes as he returns your hug.

“Neither am I. And you shift into fourth too soon. That’s why it revs harder.”

“I knew coming to see you would embarrass me eventually,” Street laments. “But at least you’re pretty and really close to me.”

“I can move,” you say against his shoulder.

“No, thanks. Not until I have to go back to work.”

His phone rings in his pocket and you laugh as he grumbles, “Hondo always has to ruin the moment.”

The phone on your desk rings again as you lower the new L1 engine into a C-10. You roll your eyes at the sound but refuse to answer it.

“Somebody else answer the phone!” you call. “I can’t answer another stupid question today!”

Joel salutes you as he walks through your open door. He returns a moment later with the cordless phone in his hand and smiles.

“It’s Street. Would you like me to pass along your message?”

You extend your cleaner hand and tuck the phone between your ear and shoulder to say, “Hey, Street.”

“Can you remove the hemi from my Charger?” he asks. “It’s too loud when I drive.”

“I will hang up on you,” you threaten.

The line beeps and you pull the phone from your ear with pinched brows.

“Not if I hang up on you first,” Street says from the doorway. “Which is rude, by the way.”

“Have more videos for me to watch?” you ask loudly as you lean into the engine bay of the truck.

“No, just wanted to drop by. Nice body… the truck, I mean.”

“Sure, you did.”

You grunt as you stand and pass a screwdriver to Street.

“I don’t work here.”

“Yet you’re here every day,” Joel says from inside the cab of the truck.

“Not my fault your boss freelances for my boss,” Street replies.

“I told Hondo this morning that I hadn’t heard anything,” you interrupt as you wipe your hands on a rag.

“I know. I just wanted to drop by. I got off early, so, here I am.”

“Hmm. I was hoping you’d say you were undercover or something.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to believe this is how you dress when you’re not in uniform,” you joke.

“You’re covered in-“

“I’m at work,” you defend. “Hazards of the job. And don’t bring up the fact that my laundry room smells like motor oil because you can’t prove that.”

Your phone buzzes on the workbench behind you, and you apologize as you walk past Street to get it. He watches your eyes widen as you press the screen a few times.

“Call Hondo,” you demand.

“But-“

“I know who your car thief is. He’s on his way here right now with the Triumph T3.”

“How? Why?” Street questions.

“The guy he hired to do the work thought they were really his cars. Apparently, my name came up and with the message about him going through the automotive grapevine, his former mechanic recommended me for a modification tune-up,” you explain quickly.

Hondo arrives less than ten minutes later with the rest of 20 Squad. He asks what is so urgent as he looks between you and Street, though there isn’t much room between you.

“He isn’t ditching the cars. He’s still driving the cars because the Triumph slid last night and now he’s bringing it here to be repaired,” you tell Hondo.

“Okay, it slid and he’s bringing in one stolen car. What does that mean for me? And no automotive speak,” Hondo replies.

“Could I interest you in the Cybertronian translation?”

“Tell me what my bad guy did.”

“If I can convince him to list every car he may want me to work on in the future, could you get a warrant? I’ll try to get an address and a name for him, though they may not be legitimate.”

“We can certainly try,” Deacon agrees. “But he doesn’t seem like the type that will answer questions.”

“I have a way of getting people to talk. Especially car people. Guys like him like to brag, so if I one him up, he won’t have a choice but to tell me what you need to know.”

“Just be careful,” Street says. “Don’t let him get so cocky he thinks he has to prove himself in any way except talking about cars.”

“I won’t. But you guys need to get out of sight. He’ll want to see the garage and get a feel for the security.”

“We can pretend to be security,” Street argues.

“Nah, you got a cop face, man,” Joel says from inside the truck.

“Joel, I’m going to marry your boss and ask her to fire you,” Street shoots back.

“I want to hear more about that later,” you interrupt. “But seriously, get out of sight.”

A few minutes later, a Triumph T3 stops outside of the lobby entrance. The man who enters looks like the driver in the security videos, but you have to get more information before anything else can happen.

“Hi,” you greet. “You must be the gentleman Josh told me about. He said you had a classic, but I was not expecting a ‘50s Triumph. That’s a gorgeous car, sir.”

“I appreciate it. She’s my baby, but the steering is a bit off since I hit a wet patch last night and the back end slid.”

“That sounds like a simple enough fix. If you can just fill out some information-“

“Josh said you’d do this off the books for me, like he has. Cash upfront.”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” you agree. “Go ahead and pull her into the garage.”

He nods and exits the front door. You sigh and move into the garage, planning how to get him to talk about the other cars he has stolen and where he keeps them.

“Nice facility,” he compliments as he enters your garage. “Yeah, well, I’ve got a couple incredibly rare classics that I work on often, and those customers deserve the best.”

“Rarer than a 1953 Triumph T3?” the man asks, defensive and growing insulted.

“Oh, yeah. I’ve had a Model T in here, several European cars, including a T2, plus modern sports cars.”

“I’ve got a garage full of classics that make those seem like Hot Wheels.”

“I don’t know,” you murmur as you lift the hood of the Triumph. “I’ve had my hands in a 1931 Bugatti Type 41. I don’t think it gets much better.”

“My collection is worth a dozen of those outdated bugs!” he exclaims. “The Triumph, a Lamborghini Aventador with custom drivetrains, and I’d bet this car that you haven’t seen a Datsun 240z in mint condition with all-wheel drive. If your little dump of a garage could handle even that! My 25,000 square foot garage has cars you’ve never even heard of.”

“LAPD SWAT!” Hondo calls as he and his team enter the garage. “You’re under arrest for grand theft auto, carjacking, assault and battery, murder, and about fifteen more charges that I don’t have the patience to list. Now, when an arrest warrant goes through without a name, you know that’s a bad person.”

“Do not push him up against this car!” you demand as Hondo grabs his shoulder. “Toolbox, wall, anything other than a pristine T3.”

“Thanks for the help,” Hondo calls over his shoulder as he leads the thief out of the garage.

“It’s a shame such a pretty car has to go into evidence before it returns to its owner,” you tell Street.

“Yeah. Listen-“

“You didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?” you ask.

“Do you want to go out with me?” he asks.

You smile as you answer, “I’d love to.”

“Trust me, you’re gonna love this place,” you promise as you take Street’s hand. “All of the food is served in trays that look like classic cars.”

Street laughs as you bounce excitedly and uses your joined hands to pull you close.

“If you could buy one classic car, what would it be?” he asks.

You answer without hesitation before asking him the same question.

“Car? Probably an Aston Martin or a ‘60s Impala. Something sleek, classic, dangerously fast,” he answers. “Motorcycle is still a Ducati.”

“You’d suit an Aston Martin or an Impala,” you agree. “Or you can just ride shotgun in mine.”

“I was born to drive,” Street says dramatically.

You laugh at him as you slide into a booth in the restaurant. Street follows, setting the tray of food before you as he sits beside you.

“Are all of our dates going to be car-themed?” Street asks.

“You’re the one who already planned our wedding, and I’ll go ahead and tell you now that I’m not firing Joel, so you tell me.”

“I don’t care what we do as long as you’re there,” Street decides.

You smile as you turn toward him, and when you raise your chin, Street kisses you quickly. You momentarily forget about the car-themed trays holding your food, too distracted by his affection to care about which model you got. But then he tells you he got the better one and you push him away from you to check. Street laughs as he pulls you close again, and you’ve never been happier to have so much in common with one person. Maybe there are two of you, but the balance and love Street brings is perfect.

[ssentimentals]

f1 pairings as famous love tropes: fernando alonso x lance stroll

bad guy x good boy (mafia!AU)

'and you don't even know that even the echo of your footsteps is enough to have my heart racing'

fernando glances at the man in front of him and wrinkles his nose in disgust. pathetic men making questionable decisions and refusing to be held accountable for them always ticked him off since the very young age, made his fists itch with desire to break their faces. or show them their place, which, as he learned later in life, was on their knees in front of him with hands tied up and face swollen with bruises. they look good like that and sick satisfaction coursing through his veins is a solid enough proof that he's doing everything right. fernando likes to think of himself as of a messenger from god of sorts; and if more often than not some people need to receive that message in the form of execution then, well, it's not his fault. people always bring their doom to themselves with their own hands, afterall.

'please,' a hoarse rasp interrupts his thoughts. 'i beg you, just give me one more week. i'll get the money, i will-'

'same old, same old,' fernando muses, shaking his head. 'i gave you one month, no? one month is very generous, my friend. i gave you one month and you go and rat everything out to my enemies.' he watches with a predator smile as man in front of him starts trembling, crying out when one of fernando's men pull on the ropes tighter. 'what did you tell them, hm?'

fernando knows it's not very easy to talk after you've been choked and beaten up but his sympathy is non-existent for liars and cheaters. he leans back on his chair, watching with mild entertainment as man tries to force the words out of his mouth. right side of his face is swollen disproportionally and fernando is about to suggest to one of his men to fix that when his phone buzzes. everything stills instantly. as fernando slowly pulls his phone out, one of his guards is quickly pulling tape out, covering mouth of the man in front, already knowing very well that there's only one person in this world for who his boss has a ringtone on. everyone moves swiftly, making no sound and also making sure that man in front also doesn't make any as they drag him to another room, locking door after themselves to give their boss privacy they know he needs.

'si, mi amor.' fernando answers, his smooth baritone a complete opposite to sharp and edged way he spoke before.

'nando!' excited and a little shy giggle carries from the other side and fernando relaxes on his seat, smiling. 'how are you? sorry for calling that abruptly, are you busy?'

'never for you.' fernando is never this honest with anyone but it's worth being like that with lance. he can picture perfectly a rosy blush adorning his cheeks right now, knows his little world is biting his lower lip right now to stop himself from smiling widely. fernando wishes he could be there to pull that plump bottom lip out and be the one to bite it instead. he appeases himself with knowledge of being able to do this very soon. 'what is it, lancito?'

'i just learned that my next class was cancelled so i'm free right now. i thought maybe we can meet up earlier than our initial time, so wanted to check it with you.' lance voice is a wave of gentleness for fernando, the one in which he swims with eyes closed and heart well rested. 'but um- it's okay if you can't! i know you're busy at work, so-'

'i'll be there.' fernando interrupts without thinking twice. 'you are at your uni, yes? i'll come pick you up.'

'are you sure?' lance always asks this and fernando sometimes wants to laugh from the absurdity of it all, from how lance thinks he's not his priority which is the furthest thing from truth. 'i mean, it's fine if you can't, i will wait-'

'lance,' fernando's tone is still gentle (it always is, with lance) but firm, making it clear that this is not up for discussion. 'i will pick you up. in thirty minutes, cariño. okay?'

lance's breath hitches on the other side. fernando knows it's all new for him, knows he's never been in relationship with an older man or more specifically, someone like fernando. but lance forgets that it's all new for fernando as well. he's never been in a serious relationship before, never had anyone's photos on his phone, never had someone for whom he's ready to cross all the borders and bring down the moon. maybe his new and lance's new are different, but fernando hopes that in time lance will stop asking him if he's sure and will start demanding for fernando to put his work aside and come pick him up.

'okay.' lance's voice is small but fernando can hear his smile. 'i can buy us something here to eat? do you want anything?'

contrary to popular belief, fernando does have a heart. and it squeezes in his chest right now, filled with enormous affection for the most beautiful boy. by instinct, fernando's hand rises up and he lightly scratches at his blazer right above his heart, smiling. god, if only lance knew. 'no, mi amor. can you wait or are you very hungry? i will take you out to a good place.'

good place, the best place. lance belongs in louvre with all the other world's most precious forms of art but fernando is selfish, possessive and not good, so he'll keep him to himself. he glances at the clock and quickly straightens up, realizing that he might get into traffic if he doesn't go now.

'well, i am a bit hungry-'

'twenty minutes,' fernando cuts in, already moving. 'wait for me, princesa.'

'don't call me that!' lance shrieks but it's with glee and excitement and maybe something else that fernando wants to explore once they are all alone. he laughs and his laugh is- fernando knows he's done many bad things, but lance's laugh is a remedy for it all. 'okay-okay, i'll wait. but not too long, yeah? hurry up, old man!'

fernando can't even be offended with that. lance feeling comfortable enough to call him that, lance knowing he can tell him to 'hurry up!' and acting like a petulant child - fernando will wait patiently for the day when lance realizes the power he has over him. he has people shaking in fear at the sound of his name, there are hundreds of people at his deck, ready to do anything for him and then there's lance. lance, who's not afraid of fernando, who falls into his arms like they are the safest place in the world, who looks up at fernando like he's something to be worshipped. fernando is sure that he's been giving to him from god for all his good work on being the messenger. 'i'm on my way.'

'drive safe.' lance says like always and like always it feels like a warm blanket on fernando's shoulders. 'see you soon, nando.'

'see you, amor.'

he needs few seconds to wipe the smile off his face and take a steadying breath for his heart to go back to normal. he allows himself one more moment of weakness - stares a bit at the pretty photo of lance set on his backscreen, the one where he's holding a puppy and is looking down at it with the softest expression on his face. he smiles at it once and then quickly slides phone back to his pocket, opening the door. two men instantly straighten up and nod, waiting for the instructions. fernando thinks of how much time he'll spend with lance, remembers his upcoming midterms and resigns himself for only being able to snatch him for few hours. 'keep him here, make sure he's all ready to give answers by nine.'

two curts nods and he walks away, swirling car keys in his fingers. nothing in his face betrays the excitement he feels at the prospect of seeing lance soon but mark, his designated driver, only chuckles and readily gives away car keys, opening door for his boss. 'i figured it's about lance, seeing how you went out so early. should stay here or you want me to backtrail after you?'

'stay here.'

fernando doesn't like anyone being anywhere near him once he's with lance, knows no one is bold enough to go after him on the broad daylight. his black aston martin attracts all of the attention as he speeds through the streets, turning twenty minutes into fourteen as he parks in front of the university. he immediately notices his boyfriend - god, he never thought he'd even have one - and lance runs to him with a huge smile on his face. he quickly crosses the road and jumps into the car, all bright and smiley, leaning over to plant a small peck on fernando's lips. if fernando could, he'd wrap his hand around lance's neck and bring him back, slot his mouth more firmly against his to take the kiss he patiently waited for but he knows lance wants to be more discreet and fernando is nothing but accomodating when it comes to his beautiful boy.

'that was fast,' lance comments, settling comfortably on the seat. 'fourteen minutes instead of twenty. did you speed?'

'not at all, mi vida.' fernando lies, smiling at the way lance rolls his eyes. his hand reaches out and lance meets him halfway, interlacing their fingers together. 'you are hungry, yes?'

'starving! do you know what happened today? so this professor-'

fernando smiles and lets lance talk as he drives them to his favorite place. lance gets so animated once they are alone, his shy exterior breaks in two to let his true self shine and fernando wants to protect this with his life. the way lance looks at him, how he doesn't hesitate to let fernando in, the way he wants him - fernando knows a blessing when he sees one and lance is exactly that. automatically, fernando brings their clasped hands to his mouth and kisses lance's knuckles gently, smiling at the slight stutter in younger's speech.

'sap,' lance says and from his mouth it sounds suspiciously like i love you.

fernando only nods, not saying anything back. only kisses his hand once more for good measure and lets them rest on his thigh. i love you, he thinks, turning to cast a glance at lance. i will love you forever.

a/n: so this was meant to end in another way but i got distracted :/ anyways, fully blaming my obsession with them on @ace-race-ace and @wintergreenoreo. i didn't even care about these two when i got into f1, but then i found their blogs and...yeah. thank you for your content!! it inspired me to write this <3 - nini

my other f1 works are here

my seventeen works are here

[inchidentally]

god I'm still sick and this is super rambling butttt the way two boys - who have mutual friends and otherwise would fit each other perfectly as friends outside of their careers - have held each other in a holding pattern of gentle, earnest fondness (with a lil bit of yearning !) bc they're both identical in their passion and drive for their careers and personal goals - and they both play a role in driving each other closer to those goals while also agonizingly going after the same things !! both saying uhhh no I want to win I want to come out on top I cannot get in that car and do anything other than strive to be the best *unless specifically told to do otherwise by my team **which they both do ***and they both are sympathetic that the other will do so out of duty than pleasure lasfgsjlafgsaf

and they maintain their relationship in such a way that the fondness and softness can exist (Oscar and his acts of service, Lando with his words of affirmation) while at the same time allowing for the difficulties that come with being direct competitors. so that they can both Feel how they Feel about things like Hungary and Monza and not expect anything of each other immediately, take a moment to process, and then approach each other level-headed. that because they never fed into a bromance image or leaned into PR work together, they don't have anything to maintain for the sake of others. when they break bread together in peace and harmony aka eat nuggies and play board games or make a special effort with each other during the group photo when they've calmed down, it's because they want to. the team is completely hands off with them (as per Andrea) and has never forced a "friends moment" especially since Sophie took over PR and dropped the bromance/rpf content entirely.

it's why I genuinely think this is smth Lando and Oscar either casually agreed on or maybe even put active thought into. I feel like they looked at what a lot of other teammates have gone through - and Lando with his own teammates - and then made decisions for their own partnership that at first seemed very unusual and missed out on a LOT of things they could've really capitalized on for engagement. like considering McLaren's pre-2023 social media, you'd think they'd lean super heavily into how similar Lando and Oscar's interests are, the mutual friends, the same karting team as kids (at different times) having that perfectly matched opposites vibe, the occasional brain fusion/mind reading, Oscar casually dropping carland0 and dand0 and n0rtrell canon, and the whole looking like twins at times ?? they could be milking the fuck out of all that but they never have. even Lando's nickname thing for Oscar was just spontaneous and only stuck bc Oscar laughed so hard at it the first time.

but they've thoroughly rejected playing up to any of it and frequently they stick to doing PR work fully individually rather than together - and it never ties in with anything going on between them! it's never deep! it's just what they choose to do at that time. Melbourne last year Lando was wrapped up in Quadrant filming and even his dad's scooter PR while Oscar was wrapped up in hometown race, McLaren/Great Barrier Reef and Quadlock PR. apart from the fan stage McLaren didn't get any content out of them together and it didn't matter or mean anything! yes I complained and whined at the time bc I want landoscar stuff but it didn't affect anything that mattered kgfsajlfgasljf

so idk it just doesn't feel crazy to speculate that them both so openly stating how happy they are at McLaren and backing up each other's commitments to the team has meant that they're taking the approach to their own relationship with a view of 'what's going to be the best for the long term?' or 'we should stick to what we know we'll feel comfortable doing for the long run, not just what gets us popularity/engagement now' and therefore 'let's preserve the possibility of close friendship outside of work by focusing on our relationship as teammates first and foremost rather than mixing it up with our social/private lives'

bc godddd when you think of the finish the lyrics video and twister and Oscariño and strip poker and Silverstone fan stages '23 and '24 and Max F boasting of his good relationship with Oscar despite it all happening behind the scenes.... like imagine the friendship Lando and Oscar could easily have but then it getting caught up in them battling at the front for wins and there's nowhere to escape and feel their feelings. like it just rly feels like they've observed what that's done to other teammates and decided/agreed/individually assumed that boundaries are healthy and a more expanded friendship is always there waiting for when they're either not teammates anymore or not working in the same field. they can focus on being the best teammates possible for their team and each other with easy friendship on the side rather than trying to indulge in both.

anyway that's my thoughts dump post extracting what buried tidbits of truth I could get from the scripted nonsense and wildly leading dumb questions from the latest season of DTS !

(side note to my desperation whenever ppl say they want Carlos and Lando to be on a winning team together like oh my god do you just want pain and suffering?? are you stupid or willfully ignorant bc no !!!)

[necromancelena]

I think you've made me see the appeal of forcefem. someone else makes the choice so no one get mad at me for being femme? yayyayyay

Forcefem is honestly pretty fascinating as a concept because as a kink it is so closely tied to the humiliation aspect. it is a play with power dynamic and yet, for me, it resonates far more as an escapist fantasy for the exact reason you mentioned. Having the challenges and responsibilities of transitioning become someone else's project, having the guilt that society has instilled in you numbed because it's not really 'your fault' but you're this far now and you might as well accept it.

There's lots of other escapist fiction that i think tries to scratch at the same itch. I remember when i was early in my transition i got really into like. Scribblehub transgender fiction mostly because i liked how all of them would have some sort of deuteragonist that is perfectly accepting and knowledgeable and figures out the protagonist's gender before she does and there's always a scene where she helps pick out girl clothes and. You get the idea. It's pretty predictable stuff that I grew out of years ago but looking back even though usually nothing is being 'forced' I really do feel like it scratches the same itch that forcefem and tf stories do where, yes, some of the escapism is the whole 'main character is a girl at the end' bit but also. Transitioning is really lonely and isolating a lot of the time. And it's nice to imagine that there's someone there with you for all the hard parts putting in work to push you forward and tell you what to do. Even when it's in a "chaining you up in the forcefem dungeon" kind of way.

[littlelambscandyland]

Yandere Caregiver Headcanons: Multi!Wells

I'm going to be honest with you, the kidnapping is 100% going to happen and it's going to happen quickly. This isn't much of a surprise when it comes to HR and Nash as it is for Sherloque and Harry. Unlike when they're yandere in the romantic sense Sherloque and Harry feel a much stronger need to care for you and keep you protected. All four men see you as helpless and there is an overwhelming need to be the one(s) to care for you.

They still love doing all the things I mentioned in the caregiver head canons there's just more complicated dynamics when they're yandere.

Sherloque is more of a manipulative yandere. He'll gaslight you and make you feel like you were the one acting up. Half the time he can change your mind without you even realizing it wasn't your idea. Sherloque isn't the kind to restrain or isolate you unless absolutely, 100% necessary. He will, however, drug you; he will always do this by putting something in your sippy/bottle, and sometimes rubbing something on your teether/chewy/paci.

HR is more of a clingy and delusional yandere. He often assumes that what they're doing is perfectly fine. He doesn't understand why you try pushing him away, and he often overwhelms with emotion. HR is always hovering around ready to offer affection. He often pretends that you haven't been kidnapped at all. The only thing he does against your will, aside from hugs is, if you refuse to, he will force feed you.

Harry is more of an overprotective yandere. He is the main reason you aren't allowed to see other people outside the house. He often insults your intelligence, not to hurt your feelings, but to make you think it's the right thing to do to rely on them. Unlike Sherloque, Harry will drug you using a shot or IV if he feels he needs to. He won't do much else against you, but he's definitely a bit scarier just because of how calm and quiet he can be.

Nash is more of a stalker yandere. He's always listening and always watching. He is one of the main reasons you can't escape because he always knows what you're doing, even when he's out on missions. Nash is much quicker into restraining you to get you to calm down; that doesn't mean he'll leave you alone though; you'll just be left tied up in a room with him. He doesn't like restraining you but he prefers that over your fighting.

Now I know I said they're already hesitant to let people sit you as a regular caregiver, but now Cisco and Jesse are the only people aside from the Wells you'll be seeing. Let's be honest, Cisco and Jesse are also probably slightly yandere for you too. The Wells are more manipulative than some think and there is a very good chance they've convinced these two that what they were doing really was good for you. The biggest difference with them sitting you now is that less rules are broken and both Jesse and Cisco are softer with you.

Between Nash's and Harry's anxiety and overbearing nature the men decided to build a super high fence for the yard. Not that they think you'll leave, no, they're concerned their connections to Team Flash could put you in danger. Not to mention it means they can let you play in the yard more often. They prefer the back yard because it's bigger, and the fence looks more friendly when it's painted to look like wood rather than the metal gates in the front. Nash even dug a man-made pond for you to play in.

Luckily one thing that doesn't change is the amount of toys you have. Yes, you have no freedom, but at least you're never bored. You're still heavily spoiled by all four men. HR is the main culprit even when not a yandere the man overloads his little with toys. Harry is probably the least guilty because he only has so much time between working at the lab and being home; unlike Nash he can't just pick up things while he works.

Now, if you regress to a really little age, like 1-4, they tend to be even more pushy. Not that they don't love their little one that regresses older than that. They just feel the infants/toddlers need extra care and protection because of how tiny and helpless they are. If you regress around those ages, I swear, you don't get a single second alone.

It's not surprising, the men treat you like a child even out of regression. They do that even as regular caregivers. The biggest difference now is that they are trying to push you into a permanent regression. Too bad it doesn't just work like that. Eventually you'll be comfortable enough though to regress more regularly than fighting them.

I should have mentioned this in the beginning, but there are three ways I think they would become caregivers for you; which in this case leads to their yandere(ness).

Scenario one is that you work with Team Flash and somehow, someway you end up comfortable enough to tell them about your regression or they confront you on the odd behavior they sometimes see you exhibit. Eventually you let them/ask them to be your caregivers after a bit of time, and they grow slowly more intense until one day they don't let you go home.

Scenario two is that you work with Team Flash and somehow, someway the Wells find out about your regression without you knowing. In this scenario they don't tell you they know and they just fester in those feelings until they kidnap you.

Scenario three is that you don't have any affiliation with Team Flash, but somehow, someway the men meet you. Maybe they actually talk to you or maybe they don't, but either way they watch you close enough to grow obsessively in love with you until they take you home.

If their little one is a meta don't think you'll get more freedom. Despite half of the men having an intense fear of you getting hurt they still put dampening bracelets or anklets on you so you can't use your powers. It shatters the illusion of you being helpless a little bit if you can fight them off. They may even sit down and have Sherloque manipulate you into believing it's not safe for you to use your abilities, that you could hurt yourself or others.

Unlike when they normally caregive, you won't be left alone a lot. There's always one of them lingering around, and most of the time it's more than one. They even have their schedules for working at the Lab so that someone is always home with you. Normally two of them go to the lab one day and another two the next. "That way you don't get lonely and we can still help the team." Harry told you when they created the new schedule.

It doesn't matter what led to their collective obsession with you. Honestly, it was probably just you, yourself; an adorable little thing that needs to be loved and cared for. It doesn't matter what anyone tries to do to draw you away. You aren't leaving them. They will love you, and love you, and love you forever. It's as vital to them as air now to have you around. You're their baby and you're trapped with their love until the end of time.

[riririnnnn]

The sole inspiration of this theory is this post by @someprettyname.

You know, one of the topics Kaneshiro-san hasn't talked about in the Manga yet is academic pressure on a student, and this topic perfectly suits Shidou out of all the characters in Blue Lock. He is like the perfect candidate to showcase a burnout student who had to put up with all the pressure their parents placed on them, and I have three reasons to believe in this theory:

-> Monologue

All his monologues during the U-20 match has one common theme, "Leaving a proof of yourself for the world to remember you." And one common belief in a household with great academic pressure is that you are made to believe from a very young age that if you can't achieve something in your life, then you are completely worthless. These kind of parents think that being happy with one's life isn't enough, you need to and got to be something or do something big in your life.

One more thing that slipped through ALL of our eyes is that Shidou is actually a pretty smart person:

Shidou was so quickly able to correctly judge Kunigami and Reo, and I think that's a pretty good testament for one's intelligence.

Of course, I do not believe that a grade can fully show a student's capabilities, but I do also believe that you need to have, at least, some kind of intelligence to score good grades. And considering all of this, I can place a safe bet that Shidou was some kind of scholar student and being a smart kid in an Asian household means having to carry lots of academic expectations!

-> Behaviour

You don't even need to fully know about Shidou to understand that he is far away from a student who is considered ideal and that's the point I'm trying to make! He isn't an ideal student because he is tired of being one for so long!

Okay, to understand my point better, imagine this:

You are being forced to be at the top of your class, to be a good, well-mannered, well-behaved student. It's like a constant invisible rope of expectation tied around your neck that never goes away and it's eating you up inside, so what would you do?

Most likely: rebel.

And that's what Shidou is doing! He is aggressive, violent and foul-mouthed—everything that can NOT be found in a trait list of an ideal student. Also, dyeing your hair in bright colours has been a pretty common thing any student does in order to 'rebel'.

You getting me? Please say yes.

-> Favourite song

His choice of music was the first thing that made me believe that Shidou is just being a rebel student. Hide, as stated by Wikipedia, was (or maybe is) considered as the icon for Japanese youth to rebel against the 'conformist' society of Japan. And Pink Spider song goes deeper than it appears—this and this beautifully explains about the above mentioned song.

Here are some few excerpts of the articles:

This song's meaning in Shidou's case can be interpreted in various ways, and I would love if you guys come up with your own interpretations.

For me, it's like Shidou felt trapped in whatever way he was living. He was made to feel that if he followed every rules, got good grades, behaved like an ideal student, then everything will be fine and will work in his way and that his elders really know the best for him and that he is just naïve. This type of living ended up suffocating him even more—he wanted to truly live—he bottled everything up and one day, he just snapped and that was when the Shidou Ryusei we know was born.

One more small and very personal reason for me to believe that he was a scholar student with too much academic pressure is that one of his favourite subjects is Art.

Speaking from personal experience, I've noticed that people who were forced to study and do well academically usually end up falling in love with making art.

I don't know how to explain it well, sorry.

That's it, I guess.

What do you guys think?

[stickyspeckledlight]

HAPPY ONE-YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO THIS BLOG (and oooo follower appreciation event too and giveaway/raffle; below in the read me bc I'm gonna force y'all to deal with my sappy sappy words first <3)

(don't bully me my art is shit)

Like. Wow. I can't believe this blog is ALREADY ONE YEAR OLD (well, 1 year and one day old, tho technically it's even older since it's just a reblog ACC converted into my writing blog---but I'VE ONLY BEEN WRITING FOR IT FOR A YEAR AND ONE DAY, SO THERE), and how many ppl have gathered here

But seriously, I can't believe how many people actually enjoy my fun lil drabbles (wdym 30k is a drabble---) like fr ppl tysm for enjoying the shit i cook like *blushes* I'm so happy we can all be fucked up freaks together UwU. others may look at us an think we're pineapple pizza, but they're ignorant. in reality they are the pineapple pizza. and yes anon who keeps sending me pineapple pizzas to my house (fabricated) i will come for you, I'm just very busy baking pineapple pizzas to stuff you with when your time comes. the grim reaper thinks it's a bit excessive, but i don't, so that means i am a perfectly reasonable and sane person.

I'd been wanting to write yandere fic for awhile, but never really did anything until last year on the good ol' march 23rd when aventurine made me simp so hard that i finally wrote yan fics. and since then tbh its a bit silly to say but life kinda feels a lot better knowing that I've a community to share these lil drabbles (stop calling them drabbles oml) with, yknow. its the small things <3

seriously, im so awed at how many cool ppl I've met since starting this blog. from the anon who sent me pineapple pizza, the anon who sent me banger comments abt destroyed onset, the anons who give me cardiac arrest, the anon who asked me how my corpse was doing, and literally every single anon who plays along with my bullshit (anon who sent sunday outfit ask I promise I'm getting to answer it but ngl everytime i try to i just end up cuddling into my own blankets thinking about how cozy sunday's outfit is---look if i read abt cozy things then i gravitate towards cozy things ok)---tysm for giving me a giggle! all of your comments and the things you send into my inbox are the absolute highlights of my day.

So, to show my appreciation, instead of working on Destroyed Onset 4 and 5, i will instead be doing.

COMMISSION RAFFLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (3/24/25 - 3/28/25)

it's quite simple. just follow my blog (new followers are welcomed ofc) and reblog this post, preferably with something stupid so i can laugh at it and maybe make a meme out of it. in fact you know what if you do then I'll double draw you into the raffle. see. I've given y'all an incentive now. REBLOG WITH STUPID SHIT IF YOU WANT TO BE ENTERED TWICE INTO THE RAFFLE. IS THIS FAIR? IS THIS JUST? IDK BUT IT SEEMS FUNNY SO IMA DO IT LMAO. what are you going to do, stop me? ha, puny mortal. there is no stopping me now. because I'm having a good time, having a good ti---

once you're entered into the raffle, i'll draw some names and reward the following:

ONE person gets a full-length fic (somewhere between ~2-5k words)

ONE person get a shortfic (so up to ~1-2k words)

TWO people get a drabble (~200 - 500 words)

(but tbh knowing me all of these might end up way longer then i intend them to be---we'll see lmao)

This will run from TODAY, March 24th, to FRIDAY March 28th. One Friday passes, the names will be locked in and I'll DM the winners to discuss commission details.

As for requesting/commission rules, they're on my main page under 'Other Stuff' (alongside the tag guide). But since these are commissions, I'll add that I'm perfectly willing to write OC or Self-Inserts. I will not write non-yan fics though, just because tbh I have a really hard time writing pure fluff; like, it's not that i can't write fluff, but after a bit it's hard to resist the urge to insert something that's at least A LITTLE dark or angsty, lmao. But also just cuz this is a yandere blog, I'd like to keep my writing focused on yandere

Note: Commissions will be private, unless the commissioner gives me permission to post

With that, thank you!

Oh, and for the people who end up getting the above prizes, I might give y'all some participation memes. Just like. Compensary. You don't get fic but you get a lame semi-mass produced speckled meme

[artist-heart83]

You know what? Today I wake up to yap about my smg4 fanfics, about the process and stuff, so get ready guys, prepare to read a lot.

SMG4 Fanfics made by Lilac_Heart, aka, me but with a different username

Disclaimer. They’re 8 fics at moment, but only gonna talk about 6, mostly because there is nothing special to say about the first one and the new gen fic is still uploading, so it’s not finished.

I care about you (BoMG1)

The idea came out when I was brainstorming comics ideas, but I only got this funny drawing:

Then I got an idea: “a comic where Bob got badly injured and One heal his scars, that’s sound like an amazing idea”.

Buuuut, I was brainstorming the ideas of how the comic should go A particular idea made me realize this work better as a fic, I say: “fuck the comic, let’s make a fanfic”.

Can’t remember if the idea that Bob could get badly injured in one of his business was based in Guns Don’t Scare Me from @briandraws, but I do know I have a few bomg1 fics from him as reference for descriptions and other stuff once I did the english translation.

Bob bring back the nickname of “pretty eyes” to One, is a reference to Glowing Eyes.

Scrap content that I found in the spanish draft!

Instead of Smg2 going by himself to find some pills for Bob, originally it was Smg1 who sent him.

A lot of scenes were extended: Bob and Smg2 conversation about the blades; the “confession” of smg1, which was thanks to Two; Two constantly teasing the couple; the ending.

An actual conversation about if the date would happen, which was between Two and Bob.

Human touch (Marware)

Marware but they just start their relationship. Also, Puzzles touch starved.

Original title from the spanish draft: “Besos para ti” translated into “Kisses for you”, which the original idea was Mario kissing Puzzles.

Just because I really need more fanfics where they are just being soft, and when Mario kisses Puzzles and hugs him ough… So that was the main idea, but I need a “how?” And “why?” Then boom, touch-starved Puzzles.

Obviously I made this fic way before we know about Puzzles family, so let’s pretend when Puzzles have affection of his dad was when he was very young, alright?

The idea of Puzzles not having a hug or any kind of affection since long time ago was based on a prompt I found on Pinterest, and I have a bunch of tabs of how to write a touch-starved person.

Desiring to become a human, so I can kiss you properly (Marware)

Before anyone ask. Yes, me putting the HDR Trio was necessary for many plot reasons as you can see in the fic.

Also, first time I straight went to doing the english version instead of doing a spanish version to then translate it. Huge thanks to my uncle who give a huge boost of confidence when he told I managed english perfectly hehehe.

This fic was a pure excuse just to finally write them making out, so imagine my surprise when people love it and one of my favorite artists made fanart and I swear to god every time I remember it, it feels like this:

Also hi @lizaluvsthis

The illusion disks are from fnaf and I had to look up for any info that could explain to me how they work, just understand the basics and then I did whatever I want because I couldn’t understand it correctly.

Also, I don’t if it’s just me, but I feel the fight was forced for some reason, is either that or I just feel like this every time I reread the fic:

The Dilemma (BadgeHunter)

The biggest one at the moment, and this one have a lot to unpack here.

Original idea from @ominus-potato, which I expand and change a few things:

List of the headcanons that were used for the story:

Mirror headcanon, come from this post. Huge thanks for @izbiz12 for coming with this one.

Hal Jr. having a body comes from the idea of @blu193, which was the high inspiration to him give him a body.

Hal overworking himself is a common thing I found out scrolling in both Blu and Bear profiles, bring by IzBiz.

With “fresh scars” I really wanna implied that Shroomy already have some previous scars, another call back to Blu because she was the one who have the idea of Shroomy having scars for the bear encounter.

Junior being in scouts is actually an idea from Potato, which cool idea.

In the scene when Shroomy and Hal went to the office of the police officer, there was meant to be a scene where Shroomy looked at the picture frame that was on the desk, which was a family picture of Hal, his wife, and Junior. Cut off for unknown reasons.

Shroomy, Hal, Karen, Swag, and Chris being friends is a personal headcanon of mine. Also, Hal leaving Junior to Karen to take care of him is my favorite headcanon, and Brian and I share the same brain cell lmao.

Cozy and soft (BoMG1)

Purely made this because I was craving for BoMG1 content, thanks to this drawing I got inspiration as well, Brian marware fic which has the same concept.

It’s the shortest fic I made after a while, which was the main idea, didn’t want to do something long.

A few references to Glowing Eyes (again):

One got scared by Bob eyes.

Bob getting a copy of the apartment keys.

The mention of a broken window.

Nightmare and Comfort (BadgeHunter)

Idea that I got when I wake up at 7 am. Which the general idea was Hal comforting Shroomy about a nightmare/memory from his past.

This is time I used @bear-boi-5 headcanon about how the aftermath of the bite was. Nothing like Shroomy told in Mario Babies, of course.

I decided that Anti would have control of the body, mostly because he was the most affected of the accident for obvious reasons, also I love Anti, so I would used this opportunity.

I have to avoid mentioning any alcoholic drinks name, because I drink but I have zero idea what are they, soooo… yeah only beer was mentioned because is the one with less alcohol by volume, at least what this post say.

Anti laughing when he gets drunk, is actually based in one of the effects that happened to me.

The dynamic between Anti and Hal is quite complicated, considering the personality of Anti. They tolerate each other and they have to resolved their differences because of Shroomy and Hal hanging out more.

Important to say that after this, Anti would start having feeling for Hal after he understand what Shroomy see on him. Would this cause problems? Not sure, but until further notice, probably yes :)

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Hahaha I just love yap about my fics and all the process behind them, is super fun and I actually wanna share this with all of you because you guys are cool and also there is a inspiration behind those stories.

Now, if you excuse I have to get back to do some stuff :]

[coffeegnomee]

i'd love to hear your thoughts on zam's new dilemma about wanting to use the rollback exploit to revive/help people if you have the time ^_^

Buckle up it's time to talk morality on lifesteal.

ZAM: “But like. If there was a way to theoretically use this for the good of the server, for, you know, something that is upholdedly, no matter what, undeniably, objectively just, right, something objectively righteous, then, i would have no problems with this i feel like.”

This debate over using an exploit to revive players is so interesting to me because, of course, zam takes it as being so tied up with morality. 

We as humans are intrinsically obsessed with morality. Every story revolves around it: heroes vs villains, or anti-heroes and morally grey characters. Everything returns to morality. 

Because in the real world, morality is of vital importance. It is literally life and death. What is good uplifts and allows us to live freely and love deeply. What is evil tears us apart. It ends in death. 

If you look at laws, everything revolves around morality. This is illegal bc it hurts this person, that is illegal bc it hurts that, etc etc. 

So of course in stories everything goes back to morality. It is the way we try out and learn and think about what is good and what is evil. The characters do good and do evil, they have to work through the consequences and learn from them, allowing us a free insight into what we might do ourselves in such a situation, or what we learn we must never do. 

So lifesteal is a story. A story that is populated by real world people, so everything ends up going back to real world morality. 

But it’s not the real world. It is minecraft. And that makes ALL the difference. 

Take murder for example. Murder is an objective evil. Why? In the real world it is the removal of another from this world, irrevocably. They are gone, no do overs, no second chances, gone. Gone because someone else took them away. And that’s evil because you matter. Every person. Nobody should decide if you die before your time.

That’s not what murder is on lifesteal. You JUST steal one permanent heart. The person can still come back, they can still exist in the realm. They can even get the heart back.

So what is analogous to murder? A death ban? 

It’s getting closer. But the revive beacon is an in-server tool to remove even the effects of a death ban. You can get a do over, a second chance. Even death is not permanent.

So murder isn’t the same, which is why we can love how much murder happens on the server, it’s not real, it’s all a game.

So from one perspective, murder on lifesteal is impossible to be an intrinsic evil. 

AND YET, it IS death and killing and in the real world that has weight and so the actions of the characters can be debated on moral lines both within themselves and between each other.  

What this gets to is the exploit. Finally. 

Because we have gotten to a point on lifesteal where some players don’t care about death bans. They don't want to play so instead of quitting silently they go out in a blaze of glory or whimsy. 

The analogous thing here, perhaps, could be like leaving your friend group when you go to college. 

Now, would it be an evil if you dragged your friend back from college and forced them to be around you and would not let them live their life? Yes. Because love is about free will. The freedom to choose to be with a person or not. You cannot love if you don’t have freedom. And love is an objective good. 

Reviving someone on lifesteal is not perfectly analogous to that because they aren’t dragging someone back on with the revive beacon. 

But the extent that we try and force others to play would be getting closer to being evil. You have to allow them to simply not play. Convincing isn’t an evil, it’s a suggestion, a request, letting the other know you want to be around them and enjoy their company. But force would be bad. 

So on one hand you have the potential “analogous to the real world” evil of preventing someone from playing with a death ban. That evil can be objected by the members of the server: in this case it would be a moral good to revive players. 

And on the other you have the moral good of free choice to play or not, and if someone decides to ban themselves that is not objectively evil. Bc they chose it. It would be morally neutral to revive them, and evil to force them back on or smth. 

And then you have this exploit. 

An exploit would be analogous to the real world as breaking a law. And if law breaking is a moral evil bc the laws are set for the moral good of the people (given that the law IS actually for the good of the people. Like, i’m not debating real life laws rn just giving the concept of above that it is logical for society to create laws for our good), then exploits are a moral evil. 

BUT this is lifesteal. As a content creator platform, any action taken for the good of content and for the good of the server wide story is ALWAYS a moral good. You are always morally good if you seek to keep the sever going through conflict and content bc it is for the benefit and uplifting of the other members. So an exploit for content is a moral good. 

Another set of two hands. 

Smash it together and you have Zam using an exploit to bring back members who wanted to be banned. 

This is suddenly analogous to like, breaking into prison to free a friend. By their own actions they landed there and they will get out given enough time served. Give them time and they will return. 

But breaking them out is to go around the perfectly legal system that is in place and will get them back eventually.

Bc using a legit revive beacon is perfectly legal, perfectly morally good. 

But using an illegal revive beacon IS breaking a law. And that is morally evil. Or is it good? Is it for the good of the server? Or is it breaking a morally just law?

Can that ever be justified? 

Can you be morally good when you break a law even when you know the affect you want won't even bring back the people you're trying to rescue? Can you involve yourself with someone who doesn't care about real world morality, only content creator morality and still come out morally good? Can you live with yourself knowing Spoke will mess up the server with this and your own justifications for your involvement might not matter at all bc the members you revive will never log back on?

Who the hell knows!

And THAT is why this arc is so fascinating. Because That is the POINT of the debate of morality. That is the POINT of story. That is the POINT of watching PrinceZam.

He brings the real world morality in AND the content creator morality into every one of his arcs.

And he will have internal struggles at every step of the way, particularly with this arc BECAUSE it folds up both sides of the debate.

His characters always are concerned with the real world morality and either align good, evil, or grey. But he himself will always have a separate debate about the content creator morality and wonder if this is this "good for the server" content or is this "bad for the server" content. And then the answer gets folded back up within his character.

While Mapicc, who I want to talk about after reading this back, Mapicc gets away with murder because for him real world morality doesn't matter at all; this is minecraft, no real world morals can affect me. Admin commands, exploits, murder. all are perfectly fair game.

What does matter to Mapicc is content creator morality. You are morally good or evil in his eyes to the extent that you are doing things that lead to interesting, fun, challenging, or otherwise good, content. You are evil to the extent that you are boring, use overwhelming power, or just don't have respect for the other people on the server.

And that just barely scratches the nuance of morality and decision making on lifesteal and how each member looks at it differently.

[faghubby]

My married lover

(this is based on a true relationship but a collection of encounters over several years)

Dan was married and considered himself a straight man. But the first time I met him we where in a bar that catered to the alphabet. He approached me straight away. He bought me a drink.

"I like to take you down the street to the motel and have my way with you" he said boldly. I was memorized by his bold and honest demeanor. His hand grabbed my crotch under the table.

"You are a little sissy bitch aren't you?" He asked. I just blushed. I was dressed from work. How would he know? My dirty jeans and work boots. I didn't look like a sissy. But he was right. I just nodded. He stood paid the bill and led me by the hand out of the bar. He opened his car door for me. My truck was right there I thought but didn't say a word just went with him. He checked into the motel and led me again by the hand like a child to the room.

"Strip" he commanded. Shaking I did as he said. He had me leave my satin panties with little roses all over them. My dick straining to break out of them. I dropped and unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was so big I thought. Later finding out it was 9 inches of amazing thick cock. I sucked his cock. Licking his cock and balls I needed his cock. My jaw hurt by the time he came all over my face. As I cleaned my face he started to explain what he wanted.

"My wife let's me have these little games, to satisfy my little cravings for what she considers beneath her. I need to someone submit, to make them submit." He explained.

"You need to submit don't you?" He smiled his hand grabbed my ass. I just nodded.

"Do you know about chastity?" He asked.

"Yes" I said my voice trembling.

"It is required" Dan explained. "I will want you to submit to alot more" his hand reached into my panties his fingers rubbed my asshole.

"I understand" I told him.

"I may spank you" Dan warned me.

"I understand" I said

"I am going to fuck you now" Dan told me. I didn't resist just turned and bent over the bed. He had lube and lubed my ass as he tore my panties from my body. He was not gentile or slow. He forced his monster cock into my hole. I cried but stiffled my scream. As he raped my ass. No other way to describe it. He smacked me as he pounded away on my ass. I don't know how long he fucked me for but it was the longest event of my life. He finally filled my ass with his seed. When finished he held me. My head rested against his chest. As Dan asked me about my life, and experiences. He was gentle and caring at this point. After about an hour and a long talk he drove me back to my truck.

The very next day I started getting presents delivered to my house. First flowers thanking me for a lovely evening. A few days later I recieved a chastity cage. It was quite small. Various lingerie, even a dress after that. Everything fit perfectly I had no idea how he knew. When I got a message to meet him at the motel again. I went in the new lingerie but wore my boy clothes not willing to go out in a dress. I managed to fit into the tight cage after several attempts.

Dan looked disappointed that I had not worn the dress but he immediately put his own lock on my cage. He then tied my hands before he fucked me again hard and fast stokes. He pulled my hair and I called out. He stopped suddenly and shoved a gag into my mouth. Then started his assault on my ass again. After he finished he pulled me to him.

"Next time you don't wear what I tell you I swear you will take my whole fucking fist up that pussy of yours" he hissed in my ear. He then pulled me across his lap. Pinning me he smacked my ass.

"Keri left a mess in her car" he told me. Then another blow. "Keri vulgar little mouth swears but won't suck cock" he told me then another blow. I was being punished for what I figured was his wife had done. He continued listing a rash of small things but obviously they bothered him. When he was done, he untied me. And removed the gag. I cuddled up to him begging forgiveness for Keri's wrongdoings. I reached down and stroked his cock. As I did. As he grew hard I opened my mouth and sucked his cock. He seemed to really enjoy it being completely relaxed. I slid down and licked his asshole.

"OH you little slut, trying to make me a faggot. You will have to stay locked up till next time for that" he told me. I didn't care I licked his ass again. Teasing him until he exploded in my mouth.

Dan was true to his word leaving me locked in chastity for 10 days till we met up again. I changed into the dress in truck then ran to the motel room door. He did unlock me and let me masterbate in the bathroom out of his view before he locked me back up. He added toys, and sometimes didn't have sex at all. The first time he took a paddle to my ass I thought I would die. He told me how I was preserving his marriage all his frustration and unsatisfied sexual energy went to me. Allowing him to have a very happy marriage.

As time went by I even got presents from his wife. He liked me locked. But if he wasn't going to see me far a while he did unlock me. Having me put it on a few days before we where to meet. He also understood that I could see other people. But would be upset if I was unable to meet him. And I would pay for it when we did.

He never did fist me, but some of the toys he has used came close.

God I hope he calls again soon!