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car mechanic!vi who's basically been working at her dad's autoshop hounds auto since she was like seven years old, running around handing vander the fuel pressure meter and fetching water, who grows up in the garage to the point that all vander's regulars know her by name and also all her favorite sweets (bc she DOES have a sweet tooth, despite her tomboy looks).

car mechanic!vi who's closet is exclusively stained gray tanktops, leather jackets gifted to her by all her dad's patrons, and old denim from thrift shops bc she likes how they feel worn in and also why bother getting "nice" clothes if they're just gonna get greased up anyway? who hums to herself when she's working, always has a cool beer chilling in the garage fridge and is doing her best to make sure she can send powder to caltech bc she knows her sister is a genius and is gonna be like a rocket scientist one day.

car mechanic!vi who laughs when you pull up one day with your 1960's cherry red corvette, climbing out of the driver's seat with your white fishnets and your pink croptop and your plaid miniskirt, your heart-shaped sunglasses propped on top of perfectly blown out bangs, and the only thing vi can think when she lands eyes on you is how much she'd enjoy taking you apart on the hood of your car, your thighs hiked onto her shoulders, your palm-prints inked into the bright red paint of your car.

car mechanic!vi who grins slow, slings a greasy towel on her shoulder as she comes out to greet you, hitching an eyebrow as you motion towards the car, your cheeks stained the most adorable shade of pink she's ever seen, saying --

"i think there's something wrong with it --" but when you purse your perfectly glossed, cherry-tinted lips, vi has to force herself not to lose focus because sweet baby jesus on a harley, that should be illegal.

"-- think you can help...?" you shuffle your feet, glancing at her even as she takes her time looking you over, doing nothing to hide the way her eyes rake over the length of your body and back up again.

"sure thing, sweets. mind if i pop the front?"

you swallow, nodding eagerly; vi doesn't miss the way your eyes linger on her arms and perhaps flexes harder than is absolutely necessary when opening up the front hood of the car.

car mechanic!vi who bends over to take a closer look and actually does miss the way you physically have to tear your eyes away from the bend of her ass, because holy shit? it does not help that vi shifts to lean further into the hood, a slip of skin peaking out from beneath her tanktop, and suddenly, there's a spring-water rush of blood behind your ears, threatening to drown out all other sound as she pulls back with a shrug.

"looks like the cooling system's busted," she says, scratching at the back of her neck, frowning as she looks back at you, "there's a couple things we can do --"

you swallow, "just a couple?" you ask, before you can stop yourself. you squeeze your eyes shut as the words leave your mouth. woops. fuck.

car mechanic!vi who blinks, cocking her head at you before a smirk teases across her lips. she leans back against the front of your car, crossing her arms loosely over her chest.

"yeah, for the car. but... dunno, if you wanna stick around for a bit, i can think of a ton more things we can do..."

you lick your lips, scuffing your mary janes against the cool pavement of her garage.

"define a bit... and also a ton..."

vi's grin is crooked; there's a fox-bright gleam in her eyes as she pushes off the car and makes her way towards you -- and for a moment, you can't help but wonder if she's a lamb in wolf's clothing, or perhaps (the thought singes a tantalizing line up your spine) just the damned wolf itself.

car mechanic!vi who tells you that for the car, she can either order all the parts that have suffered wear and tear, and then just replace them.

"issue with that is, in these older models, even with the parts replaced, it won't last you too long before you'll need them redone again."

"so..." you teeter, looking around at the various tools hung across the walls, every inch of space utilized to maximize efficiency, the high ceilings, the slow-turning fans, the propped up cars, some missing the front two wheels, some just a skeleton of mechanical parts.

"but lucky for you, one of my old man's pals just put a brand new crossflow radiator into his 1960's corvette, and he paid me to help him rig it. and i can do the same for you."

by the way vi smiles, it's obvious that this is the option she thinks you should go for. you blink.

"cross... flow... what?"

vi stares for a few seconds before letting out a startled laugh.

"wait -- i thought you said this was your car?"

you nod, fiddling with your hands behind your back.

"and... you've got no idea how to take care of a vintage car like this, do you?"

you shake your head, feeling a now-familiar heat prickling into your cheeks.

"my -- my dad got it for me for my 21st birthday..." you say, just on the other side of petulant.

car mechanic!vi who hums low in her throat and closes the distance between you in a few quick steps, a hand drifting up to trace along the line of our cheek.

"and you're just daddy's little princess, aren't you?" she asks, noticing with a dull ache in her belly, the way your breath hitches at the word princess.

she bites back another smirk as you bob your head once, your eyes flickering down to her lips before refocusing on her again.

"well..." she draws out the word, tugging back, a satisfied warmth pooling in her chest at the way your lips push out into perfect pout at her distance, "if you wanna give you daddy a call to ask what he might want..." she lets her words trail off. but you're already shaking your head, your eyes bright, your expression over-eager.

(she thinks you just might be the end of her; if she doesn't end you first.)

"no!" you squeak, "i -- i mean -- whatever you think is best --" you amend hurriedly, blushing something furious as vi leans back up against her workbench, her gaze locked on the shape of you, the hunger in her eyes now so evident that it sparks goosepimples down the lengths of your arms.

"yeah? you trust me that much, pretty girl?"

you nearly go into anaphylactic shock; your lashes flutter.

vi thinks she might honestly blow a fuse as you look shyly back at her, your gaze somehow both molten and hard.

"y-yeah. i do. i -- i trust you."

car mechanic!vi who wastes no time drawing up a plan for your repairs, but when you glance over the receipt, you notice that the number at the bottom is way, way too long, and you're fairly certain (even in your advanced stages of crush-induced lightheadedness) dollar amounts aren't usually broken up by dashes.

"is this... where i should send the payment?" you ask, holding up the handwritten receipt.

vi grins, tossing you a look over her shoulder as she steps out from behind the wheel of your car, now parked safely in her garage.

"nope. that's just my number."

"your..." you look back down at the scribbled series of digits. oh.

"so... are you gonna text me the final cost?"

vi chuckles, "sure, sweets -- if that's what you'd like. and if you're feelin' real frisky -- we can text about other stuff too."

your breath catches in your throat like thread around a barbed wire fence. you nearly drop the receipt.

"l-like what?" you ask.

"oh... i dunno..." vi says, the tease now obvious in her voice as she makes her way around the shop, gathering this tool and that, bending down to haul a massive toolbox from beneath a set of shelves. your mouth physically waters at the flex in her biceps as she carries it all back over to her workbench.

"maybe about the kinda coffee you like," she says, leisurely, "or how you'd like your eggs in the morning."

car mechanic!vi who wastes no time in asking if you'd like to go out the next day, because as much as she really loves the thought of pinning you to the hood of your car right then and there, a part of her wants to do this properly. and, she muses, there's no better foreplay than sharing a banana split sundae with a pretty girl.

she sends you on your way with the receipt tucked into your miniature handbag ("what's that even hold anyway?" "uhm... my card wallet, the keys, and lip gloss!" "...ah. of course. all the most essential things.") and a promise to pick you up the following day, since your ride's temporarily out of commission ("don't worry, sweets, i'll take real good care of this baby right here." you immediately wonder if it's normal to feel jealous of a car).

and pick you up she does, at 6pm on the dot, in black pants so tight they might've been painted on, and a cropped leather jacket, though you hear her revving her motorbike a full 30 seconds before her text dings on your phone --

look outside, sweetness.

car mechanic!vi who is so polite to your rather bewildered parents, smiles wide and charming, easily slips into conversation with your dad about the vintage cars in his collection, calls your mom "m'aam" and compliments her pearl earrings, promises not to keep you out too late. so that by the time she tells you to swing onto the bike behind her, you're convinced that your parents might like her more than they like you.

"hold on tight, princess." is all she says before she rips off down the street of your cul de sac and you're yelping, burying your face in her back, the leather of her jacket butter-soft and warm against your skin.

car mechanic!vi who's just a bit too smug and more than a little smitten when she has to help you off her bike in the parking lot of the cute little retro-themed diner downtown, you shaking out your hair from the helmet she'd handed you, your cheeks painted sunset as she guides you into the restaurant with a palm at the small of your back.

who enjoys talking to you way too much, who wants to bottle up the sound of your laughter in one of those old fashioned coca-cola bottles, all sweet and bubbly, and save it for the summer afternoons when the air's thick enough to slick the skin, pop it open and pour it down her throat, swallow around the sound of you, giggling into the curly fries, debating with her about the perfect ketchup-to-mustard ratio for the most optimum fry-eating experience.

car mechanic!vi who tells you that the sundaes here are the best in town, and nearly melts at how bright your eyes get, how excited you look as you nod and flag down the waitress to order one.

"just one?" the waitress asks.

"trust me, one is more than enough," vi answers smoothly, shooting you a wink that might've induced heart failure in a weaker soul (and you truly do not think you're one of god's strongest soldiers bc you definitely had to take a mental breather after that).

but it turns out that she was quite right, because the banana split is huge. dauntingly-sized. and vi perhaps has too good of a time watching you gape over it (she's not at all thinking about how your cute lil mouth, so round now, would look stretched over her strap, not at all nope, nope, nope) before motioning for you to dig in.

car mechanic!vi who thinks, for the first time, that she might've bitten off more than she can chew (metaphorically, of course) when you cut off way too big of a bite, and white whipped cream smears across your lips as you struggle to get the whole thing in your mouth, your cheeks puffed out, lashes fluttering.

"careful there, sweets -- don't want you to hurt yourself," she says, in a decent stab at her usual suave tone, but her voice comes out just a bit hoarse as she reaches out to try and wipe some of the whipped cream from your lips at the exact moment your tongue flicks out to do the same --

her stomach clenches as your tongue accidently laves along the pad of her thumb and the dollop of cream drops onto the table between you.

"whoops," you say, your shoulders shrugging up as you finally swallow the bite of banana and cream, reaching for a napkin to wipe your mouth before dabbing at the tabletop.

when you glance up at vi, she's still staring, her expression strangely blank as you meet her eyes. but the second your gaze catches on hers, you see the way her pupils dilate, darkness eating into pre-dawn blue.

car mechanic!vi who tries her level best not to fidget too hard as the pair of you diligently make your way through as much of the sundae as possible, before you toss down your fork with a sigh, shaking your head.

"wow, i'm so full!"

"mm... could be fuller, i'm sure," vi murmurs into your ear, grinning when you shiver at the low sway of her voice, the gentle dance of her fingers on your waist.

"v-vi!" you squeak, even as she ushers you from the diner with a bright grin at the waitress, promising to come by again soon, and to send their love to her dad and younger sister.

and fuck, she really did think she wanted to take this slow, but holy shit, she can't wipe the image of you swallowing around the mouthful of cream from her mind, the feeling of your warm tongue as it'd flicked across the pad of her thumb.

"c'mon, sweet girl," she says, grazing her lips along the soft spot behind your ear and your knees almost buckle then and there, but her strong arm is looped around your waist as she helps you back onto her bike and cups your cheeks, "god, you have no idea what you do to me, huh?"

your breath hitches; what you do to her? what about what she does to you?

car mechanic!vi who can't help the way she presses in to kiss you, hesitating for a breath to ask can i? against your lips before you're nodding, just as eager as she is, and tugging her in to kiss her. you taste as sweet as she'd imagined (and lord, has she been imagining, even though it's been less than 24 hours), the lingering taste of whipped cream and chocolate syrup on your tongue as she licks hungrily into your mouth, moaning as you whimper, your thighs squeezing around her hips, your ass nearly slipping off the seat of her bike.

she hitches you back up without breaking the kiss, heat rolling up into her neck and shoulders as she feels your fingers twisting in her hair.

"f-fuck --" she pulls back breathless, her head spinning, her eyes caught on the press of your kiss-bruised lips, the way you purse them as you glance up at her, already looking so debauched she's tempted to pull you into the shadow of the diner and take you against the wall.

but, she falls half a step back and breathes, grinning crookedly as you pout at her.

"a-are you gonna take me back to your place, or not?".

car mechanic!vi who lets out a startled laugh and cocks her head, thinking that really there is a god, and that this -- just you, sitting on the black leather of her bike, your hair a bit mussed up, your cheeks flushed with color, asking her to take you to hers -- is all the proof she needs.

"you really are a spoiled little princess, aren't you?" she asks, swinging her leg over the bike seat and adjusting her grip. your arms loop around her middle and she tries not to groan at the feeling of your body pressing up against hers.

"well, daddy always told me that i shouldn't settle for anything less than the best," you say, and your voice would've been lofty, had it not been for the way you lean up to ghost your lips by the shell of vi's ear, chasing shivers down the length of her entire spine.

her stomach roils with heat. she turns to shoot you a smirk over her shoulder.

"well then. guess i'll just have to ruin you for every other girl who might come your way, huh?"

car mechanic!vi who definitely breaks the sound barrier tearing through the few streets separating the downtown strip and the auto shop, who's barely done parking the bike before she's pulling you bodily off the seat, hitching your legs around her waist and carrying you into the shop, slamming a hand on the switch to close the garage door.

she's already kissing you by the time she sets you on the hood of your car, the height of it perfect for her to pull back and pin you down by your wrists. she thinks that you have no business looking so perfect against the bright cherry of the paint, and grins as she looks you over, pressing a knee up between your legs just to hear your breath hitch and admire the way your cute little plaid skirt rides up.

car mechanic!vi who drops to her knees, pillows her cheek on your thigh and groans as she flips up the hem of your skirt to press her the flat of her tongue to the damp patch already soaking through your pink lace panties. who's mesmerized by the sight of you arching your back on the hood of your car, your fingers scrabbling at the smooth metal, reaching down till you can grip at her hair, your lips parting over your little whimpers and moans -- she thinks, faintly, that she wants to fuck you till your voice goes hoarse.

"vi -- what if -- is anyone -- ah --"

she can't help smiling at the way you can't quite get a full thought out, leaning back as she hooks her fingers around your panties and tugs them down your thighs till they're dangling off one of your delicate ankles.

"no one's here, sweetness -- so you can be as loud as you want," she says, reaching down to slick her fingers between your pussy, admiring the shine on her skin.

"b-but what if -- mmngh -- someone c-comes -- b-back --"

and it's cute, really, how worried you are about all of it, even as she teases a finger around your sodden hole, her thumb flicking up against your clit, making your body jerk up. she smiles, easing a finger in with a soft groan of her own, relishing the way you squeeze around her.

"mm, well -- let's see..." she says, her voice low and steady even as she tugs back her finger and pushes it in again, slow as anything, "my dad's out drinking at my uncle's bar across town, and my baby sister's at benzo's place with ekko --" she allows herself a crooked grin as you keen around her just as she presses a second finger into you, "they said they were studying but..." she shrugs, her eyes hooded as she watches you squirm beneath her, "i'm pretty sure they're hooking up so --" she runs a tight circle around your clit with her thumb, puffing out a breath as your thighs clamp shut around her wrist and she has to pry them back open with her other hand, pinning your knee to the hood of your car, keeping your other leg still with one of her's.

"the only person you gotta worry about coming... is yourself, princess."

car mechanic!vi who fucks you through two orgasms, eats you out for a third, before finally letting up and carrying you up to her bedroom above the auto shop, asking if you want to text your parents that you're staying the night.

you do, and vi only teases you a little bit about being such a good girl, but she lets you burrow in against her chest, lets you kiss her neck and tug her phone from her hands before planting one on her lips and trailing your way down her chest, tugging at her tanktop till she laughs and pulls it from her body.

car mechanic!vi who nearly loses her mind when you look up at her from between her legs, all wide eyes and parted lips, pressing your perfectly manicured nails into the corded muscles of her thighs and asking her in the sweetest voice to

"show me what you like -- please? i -- i wanna make you feel good too."

car mechanic!vi who fucks your face till both of you are breathless, her hips bucking up against your perfect mouth, her mind fizzling out at the edges at the way you're moaning into her cunt, the way you're grinding your hips down over nothing as she talks you through how to eat her out just the way she likes. who jerks you up and hauls you into her lap to kiss you sloppy, her fingers digging into the meat of your hips as she grinds you down over her still-throbbing clit, who fucking can't get over the sight of you riding her even as both of you tip into the realm of overstimulation, whining and keening and you collapsing onto her in the muted, twilight dark of her room.

"h-holy shit..."

vi laughs, "yeah. you can say that again."

you look up, a soft, pliant smile, "holy shit, violet..."

and the sound of her name on your lips convinces her, more than anything, that (contrary to all her big talk earlier), you're definitely the one who's ruined her for any other girl who might come her way.

car mechanic!vi who wakes up to your lips on hers, who groans into the taste of you, kissing you, rolling over to pin you beneath her even as the early morning sun spills lemon-bright and spring-water-sweet through her half-closed blinds.

"morning, princess," she mumbles against your lips.

"morning..." you giggle, gasping as she drops a tender kiss to your shoulder.

"sleep well?" she asks, trailing down the smooth skin of your chest till she can lave her tongue around your puffy nipple.

"mm --" you suck in a breath, "y-yeah -- had -- had good d-dreams -- a-ah!" you arch up into her, your body soft and warm as a daydream, and she just can't get enough.

"yeah? tell me... what'dyou dream of, hm?" vi asks, letting the world hum through her throat, rumbling over your skin like thunder across a distant horizon.

you twist your fingers into her hair, gently tracing the tattoo on her cheek before smiling down at her with a smile that looks like the shadow of the rest of her living days --

"i... i dreamt of you."

car mechanic!vi who comes downstairs to find vander in the kitchen, powder nowhere to be seen. but vander takes one look at her and grins, chuckling, rolling his eyes.

"alright then -- what's her name?"

she hesitates for a second before telling him.

"pretty name," vander muses, even as he tugs open the fridge to pull out a few eggs and a half-empty carton of milk. he pushes the milk towards vi with a pointed look.

"vander -- i -- i think she might be the one."

to which vander only laughs, cracking an egg with one hand into the oiled up pan. almost immediately, the egg whites begin to sizzle.

"this the girl with the cherry corvette?" he asks. wordlessly, vi nods. vander chuckles.

"good for you kiddo -- i always told you, haven't i?"

"that i'll know when it's the one? yeah... i -- i think i get it now." vi runs a hand through her bedridden hair, staring at the carton of milk and the ludicrously proportioned cartoon cow, advertising full fat contents within.

"well, as long as you're sure," vander says, cracking another egg, and another.

vi lets out a weak laugh, nodding as she opens the fridge to pull out some orange juice and a few boxes of blueberries.

"yeah. i'm sure."

vander nods, brows furrowing slightly as he flips the eggs with an expert twitch of the wrist.

"good. and -- how's she like her eggs done in the morning?" he asks, reaching over for a plate. vi stares at the over-easy eggs sliding from the old nonstick.

she lets out a tired little laugh, "probably like... poached, or something."

vander whistles, "got yourself a little diva, huh? well -- can't blame ya -- your uncle silco --"

"okay, thanks dad --" vi cuts him off with a deep groan, nudging him out of the way to place a small pot in the sink to fill with water.

vander chuckles, "you gonna introduce me when she comes down later?"

vi takes her time placing the pot on the stove and starting the heat.

"sure, yeah. i'll introduce her."

vander reaches over to ruffle vi's hair, cackling when she tries to duck out from beneath his massive hands.

"'m happy for you, violet."

vi stills, a helpless smile spreading across her lips like sun-warmed butter.

"yeah... me too." she says, "me too."

[smuttysabina]

A Month With Aespa (Ch 5): A Taste of Winter

(Male Reader x Karina x Winter, 3k Words) Tags: Rampant lesbianism; Excessive foreplay; Immense Creampies; Twintails get used as handlebars, These outfits were honestly wild, they should wear more fishnets; some voyeurism; Vaginal and Oral sex; Threesome; Some Fisting

Read Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4 here!

It had so far been a perfectly ordinary day. You had spent a great deal of your time luxuriating in the gardens that still glistened with the morning's dew, sampling some new delicacies from the kitchen, and had received a somewhat mediocre, if enthusiastic, pleasuring from Ningning (who had insisted upon using her modest breasts to prove her bust's superiority over Karina's; it were not). So, aside from a rather strained painting of an idol's chest with your seed, your day had otherwise been filled with whimsy and the like; you could already hear your maids muttering to themselves about the lack of attention. It was in the late afternoon then that you were strolling through the corridors, eyeing your passing staff to see if any felt particularly fulfilling to well, fill, when you notice Karina scurrying through a service passage. It was surprising enough to see her out and about considering her penchant for staying in her room all day, but it was even more surprising to see doing so dressed like a cheap (well, moderately priced, really) whore. A tightening of your groin indicates that any further consideration about a potential distraction was not required; your darling maids would understand completely.

You follow Karina at a leisurely pace, keeping her barely in sight as you stroll along, giving you only glimpses of her outfit as she darts around corners and down stairways. Her exotic twintails bouncing erratically as she weaves a confusing path through your grandfather's manor; or at least it would be had you not known the place like the rear of your old anatomy teacher (Ms. Hendricks had held a rather hands-on view towards teaching, and her sizable posterior a formidable tool in that respect). As it was, you always managed to keep track of Karina as she wound her way back to where she started, and you find your curiosity further piqued as she seems to hesitate in front of the door of one of your other guests, before softly knocking on the door and slipping inside. Of course, the only other guests in the mansion were the other members of Aespa, so now you were well and truly baffled by the entire scheme of hers'; why bother bustling about if her eventual destination was literally feet away? Your brow furrowed with thought, you hurry to the service corridors yourself, and from there into the servant's passages that honeycombed the walls of your residence. You step quietly over to the peephole that looks into Winter's room, and peer intently through it, keen to discover just what the idols were up to (Hm? I'm sorry, why exactly is the mansion riddled with cuck-holes you ask? Obviously because where is the thrill of illicit love-making if there is not the risk of it getting exposed? Also the maids do love to watch, even if it does leave the place rather damp at times).

The view through the narrow opening was somewhat limited, but fortuitously the two idols had placed themselves upon Winter's bed directly in front of it. Now that she was finally still, you could truly examine in detail Karina's outfit, and found yourself suitably impressed. Her long twintails frames her sizable bust quite nicely, which though shrouded by fabric was still pleasantly arousing, and the black fishnets that led up to her miniskirt were the icing upon the proverbial cake. Winter by contrast was a brighter version of Karina, her fishnets were pink, as was the open skirt around her waist, which was conspicuously lacking anything to cover up her darker-hued panties. Yet more fishnetted lingerie covered her arms and chest, and her more modest twintails were set further back on her head; it was surprising to see them dressed so sensually, neither had bothered since their first days at the mansion. Giselle on the other hand seemed to revel in extravagant outfits, nearly as much as she enjoyed annoying you enough to bend her over in a service corridor, praise be that your maids were experts in removing semen stains! Of course Ningning also could be seen flaunting her body in sleek dresses and shifts, though those were rarely on her body long enough for you to truly appreciate them these days.

But the bemusement at seeing Karina and Winter not in their usual sweats or pajamas was swiftly escalated when the pair begin to make out. Your eyes practically bulge as you watch Karina melting into Winter's arms, their lips locked tightly together as their hands roam each other's bodies. Now this was a truly unexpected development, you had imagined that Aespa would have been carnally familiar with one another, but the manner in which the two were kissing indicated an intimacy that surpassed casual sex. You are surprised to feel a stab of jealousy as Winter freely mauls Karina's ample breasts through her shirt, the latter's constant denials had you feeling a touch possessive in your desires towards her. And Winter's consistent polite coldness towards your advances had made you think it was simply a quirk of her personality, yet with the other idol she showed a gleefully honest lack of restraint. You had thought you would catch the girls gossiping away or the like, and yet here they were, engaging in passionate foreplay that would no doubt soon devolve into outright sex! So, with a rather particular tightness in your pants, you sit forwards to enjoy the show.

You knew that lesbians tended to take awhile with their foreplay, but frankly, this was getting ridiculous. Karina and Winter were still merely kissing and petting one another, why, they had not even moved from that particular spot on Winter's bed! Surely the idols must be so worked up by this point that they were literally dripping wet, you certainly were, but no, the pair spared only the gentlest of touches to their sexes; and remained completely clothed! With an irritable huff you force yourself to settle, indulgent excess was meaningless without restraint, as your dear grandfather had been so fond of saying (He had also been wont to repeat "through anal fornication, comes perfection", so perhaps you should harken too closely to his, ah, wisdom). Yet, nothing happened. It was as if the members of Aespa were putting on a show for none (obviously they would assume their little tryst was going unwatched after Karina's stealthy antics), that, or they were appallingly chaste with one another. There was only so much teasing one could tolerate however, and the only reason why you had not faltered in your determination to copulate with Karina and merely emptied yourself into some passing maid, was that one had not wandered by yet. So you rationalize that it was only your duty as a gracious host that you properly encourage those two to, well, get on with it; some couples do require a helping hand (or member) after all!

Filled with fresh resolve, you retrace your steps out into the main hallway, past several maids who eye your obvious bulge with more than a little interest, and right to Winter's door. After taking a moment to adjust yourself so that your erection was not blatantly visible, you knock briefly before inviting yourself inside, a kindly request for some advice regarding Giselle's mundane habit of leaving her belongings everywhere dying on your lips as Karina and Winter break out of their embrace to glare at you in parodies of shock and surprise. You cough awkwardly at this truly unexpected situation, and fixing a look of benevolent concern upon your face, stride deeper into Winter's room. Surely the idols had not been pushed to engage in such banal intimacies due to inattention on your part, you declare with worry, had you been so poor a host that you had focused too closely upon the other two members of Aespa? You would gladly assist them in remedying this disgraceful failing on your part... Winter narrows her eyes at Karina, subtly indicating that she should be the spokesperson, and the idol duly burbles out a breathless response, "Oh, um, dear host, not at all! We were merely... practicing! Yes, we were practicing," Karina beams innocently, her polite demeanor unable to hide the obvious flush coloring her cheeks. A single raised eyebrow is all the reply you require to prompt her into continuing, "Of course, you are welcome to observe, as is your right," Winter frowns but nods in agreement; ah, progress.

You pull an armchair in front of the bed, leaning back into it before broadly gesturing for the idols to continue with their... "practice"; and are given a front-row view of Karina and Winter once more shyly kissing one another. You are utterly baffled by their behavior, you knew from first-hand experience that Karina was an absolute menace between the sheets, and from your brief interactions with Winter, you could tell that she was beyond experienced when it came to pleasuring both men, women, and everything in between. Undoubtedly the pair had engaged in wanton acts of debauchery together, idols were renowned for their depraved orgies, so your thoughts once again churned as you attempted to solve this knotty problem... As always, the wisdom of the Ancients comes to your aid, why bother untangling this Gordian mystery, when you could simply sever it? With a radiant smile upon your face, you heave yourself upright and stand proudly in front of the bemused idols, who once more ceased kissing to stare at you, courteously awaiting your words. They barely even blink when you unsheathe your sword, its tip bulbous and oozing from the girl's infuriating teasing; Karina's lips seem to quirk slightly before returning to her demure half-smile.

Usually you would engage in foreplay, exploring your lover's bodies while they probed your own, but after nearly an hour of simply watching, you decided to forego such pleasantries. You order Karina to open her legs, which she does with a disinterested sigh, while Winter huffs in disgust, but the latter's eyes widen when you tell her to start eating Karina out. The members of Aespa glance at each other, before Winter shrugs with exaggerated indifference, and leans down between Karina's fishnetted thighs, moving her tight miniskirt up to reveal Karina's glistening slit before her head obscures it. Winter's rear remains upraised however, her gauzy pink skirts shrouding it in an excess of fabric, and you are quick to lift it up over her hips, revealing the thong beneath. Winter looks back at you for a moment, before rolling her eyes and returning to devouring her friends' pussy; who seems to be rather enjoying herself if the squelching noises coming from her crotch are anything to go by. But now it was your turn, and you are almost trembling as your hands roam Winter's pale rear, her skin pleasantly dimpled by the pink fishnets as you squeeze and spread them. You slap your meat against her exposed lower lips, causing runnels of juices to dampen her thighs, and with barely contained excitement, your manhood tastes the final member of Aespa's pussy for the first time.

Unlike her name, Winter's sex was hot, almost uncomfortably so. It felt as if your member was inside of a heater, one that was enjoyable lubricated to be sure, and that voraciously sucked you inside of it, but still. Not that you minded though as you plow Winter from behind, her stuffy pussy already having you on edge from her extensive show- Fresh wetness gushes down your shaft, the idol shudders in your grasp, evidently she had been pushed to her limits by Karina's chaste kisses as well. With a grunt you push forwards, forcing Winter flat atop Karina, her face shoved between her friend's amble breasts as you start to prone bone the idol. Your cock grinding against her sensitive spot with every thrust, sending fresh quivers through her body as her pussy soaks the skirt pooled beneath her groin. No matter how skillfully your movements however, you found yourself unable to resist the burning heat broiling your manhood, and after several more messy slaps you finally allow yourself to let go. Winter lets out a muffled squeal as your semen pours into her, her feet drumming against the bed as your load fills her pussy. You shake as you collapse down onto her, your strength leaving you as pleasure wracks your form, the pair of you shuddering in sympathy as your twined orgasms leave you breathless. Shivering, you unmount Winter, your erection dragging across her buttocks as you rise back onto your knees, leaving behind a glistening trail that leads back to the creamy mess belching from her vagina.

You lay on your side to catch your breath, as the idols untangle themselves from one another, the both of them leaving behind obvious wet stains on the sheets. But before your seed can add to the damage, Karina determinedly takes her own turn between Winter's thighs, lapping up the sperm before using her tongue to clean even deeper inside of the other idol. If you had thought your own efforts had been adept at bringing Winter to orgasm, Karina swiftly put you to shame as her oral techniques soon have Winter blubbering. The usually composed idol was in paroxysms of agonizing pleasure as she held onto Karina's twintails, her face bright red as she drowns Karina in her fluids, until with a undignified shriek she squirts so hard it sprays past Karina's face and all over the bed. Her chest heaving, Winter pats Karina's cheeks affectionately, "Stupid, Cheese Cat," she gasps, and the pair share a smile. But such an impressive display had stirred your lust once more, and now you wanted to try using Karina's twintails as handlebars! Karina's blowjob skills were, of course, perfect. Even as you used her hair to piston her head up and down your shaft, her tongue still plied its underside while her lips wrapped tightly around it. Karina idly masturbates throughout, no matter how hard you fucked her face her fingers continued stirring at an unbothered pace; if only you could keep her forever...

After allowing Karina to slobber all over your manhood without your assistance for a little while, you decide it is only right that you reward her for her efforts. So once again she spreads her lingerie-sheathed legs, but this time it is you who place yourself between them. Karina had been wet when you had made love the first time in the showers a week ago (with more than just steamy water, obviously), but this time she was literally soaking from Winter's efforts. You suppress a groan as Karina's exquisite pussy welcomes you inside of it once more, her folds squeezing your cock tightly as it swallows every inch of it. With your hands beneath her knees, you push her legs back, allowing you to take her in mating press, her voluptuous body squishing against yours, and with a single violent motion you wrench her top up over her breasts. Karina gasps slightly, but gives you an amused smile in response, "How romantic," she says dryly as her cleavage flattens itself against your chest, your body weight pressing you together. Your thighs slam you down into her again and again, and you nuzzle against her neck as she wraps her arms around you, your conjoined sexes squelching loudly as they slap together. A shudder runs through Karina, and a fresh slurry of fluids sprays against your balls as she climaxes, "Oh you vile..." she moans before purring with ill-disguised satisfaction.

Having brought your partner to orgasm, it was only polite then that you gifted her a reward for her efforts today; seeing the elegant idol dressed so lewdly had aroused you more than you had realized, and it was only proper that you showed your appreciation. You groan as pleasure surges through you, and after several more long, determined thrusts, you creampie Karina. Your seed spews deep inside of her, and the idol quivers as she is bred, her enjoyment at the sensation of being inseminated as obvious as your own joy at doing it to her. When your semen has finished painting the entrance to her womb, she coughs, politely reminding you that you are squishing her. You gently scramble off of her, and Karina simply lays there, her chest heaving in a rather attractive manner (It was a struggle to not mount her bodice then and there), before giving you a somewhat pleased smile, "Well that was nice, I suppose. Are you quite done now, or should we wait on cleaning up?" she asks with an upraised eyebrow. With an exhausted wave you indicate that the idols were free to do as they wish, giving them a nod of approval before tottering towards the exit. You had not even finished closing the door before hearing the noisy sounds of Winter slurping your load out of Karina; they did seem to have great experience in cleaning one another out...

You were thoughtful as you slowly strode back to your own chambers, blissfully unaware of the fact that you were still stark naked; though to be fair, that was hardly an unusual state for you to be in. Karina had put a great deal of trouble into scurrying all around the mansion, it was almost as if she had been trying to catch your attention with such a flashy outfit... Any further musing was put on hold however when you open the door to your room and find Ningning elbow-deep inside of Giselle's sloppy cunt; were all of Aespa carnally interested in each other? Ningning glances back at you without a hint of apology on her face, "Oh good, you're back, we got bored with waiting so we started without you," her eyes narrow as she takes in your unruly appearance, and she sniffs the air before scowling, "You've been fucking Karina again, haven't you? I can smell her loose cunt on your cock," Ningning smirks wickedly as she presents her rear for your pleasure, "Why don't you clean yourself in a real idol, you can even dirty yourself in this slut's holes to truly appreciate the difference..."

You sigh inwardly, this was proving to be a touch more exhausting than you had originally anticipated...

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Interesting Monster High design things that are never explicitly stated:

* Unlicensed vampires are all some type of pink-skinned for some reason, including related species like the manananggal

* Clawdeen, and by extension, other werewolves, never wear silver metals, because that weakens them. The Wolfs only wear gold jewelry and accents.

* Lagoona's sporty theme aligns with the use of mesh fabrics to make a pun about fishnets

* Wydowna Spider's hairline is a widow's peak and one of her hands is in Spider-Man's web-slinging shape

* Twyla's eyes glow in the dark on most editions--common knowledge, but Mattel has never told buyers about it on her boxes!

* Twyla is a boogeyman and her costume designs all feature antique architectural details and imagery of things that might be in a scary bedroom at night, like wallpaper patterns, doorknobs, bugs, and beds, while her outfits often resemble pajamas

* The two G1 pop star characters are a witch and a black cat, and a witch and cat were also a Create-A-Monster duo

* The Grant sisters' monster twist on genies is to make them plated like desert scorpions

* Elissabat's face is deliberately highly similar to Draculaura's, but their sculpts have been determined to be different--this when MH has used shared sculpts for more distant-looking and disparate pairs of characters!

* The Blob and Ice Girls are a Create-A-Monster duo because freezing was the one weakness of the Blob monster

* Deuce and Cleo as a couple invoke the synergy of snakes and Egyptian culture, the famous Cleopatra being Greek, and Cleopatra being stated in legend to have died by snakebite--similar reasons a mummy and Gorgon were paired in the Create-A-Monster sets

* Operetta is from New Orleans because it's a uniquely French area of the USA, tying her into the original setting of the Phantom of the Opera

* Viperine Gorgon has distinct visual hallmarks of both human and serpent albinism, and her use of sunglasses could correspond with sensitive eyes from the condition, though she's never stated to have the condition in any material.

* Great Scarrier Reef's transformations: Electric-powered Frankie became an electric eel, Draculaura became a vampire squid, and tigerlike Toralei became a lionfish. I've heard Clawdeen was based on a wolffish, but can't be sure that was actually clear. Gil turning into a ray may be a pun with manta and manster? No idea if Lagoona was based on a specific fish or not. Nor why she even had to transform in her native territory for any reason beyond making a new doll.

* Bonita Femur's color palette is based on the rosy maple moth, which is as implausibly candy-colored as Bonita. Luna Mothews is absolutely not actually a luna moth, but could be loosely based on the cecropia moth, the largest in North America and found in regions that could include New Jersey where she and the Mothman are from. Her yellow exoskeleton also loosely resembles the hornet moth, but may not intentionally be based on it.

* Mouscedes King, Luna Mothews, and Elle Eedee are a primary yellow/red/blue trio but also a past/present/future trio based on an old fairy tale, a current cryptid legend, and a speculative idea of future tech

* Headmistress Bloodgood's first name was eventually revealed to be Nora, an iconically Irish name that may have been chosen to liken Bloodgood to the Irish folklore of the dullahan, another "headless rider" monster.

* River Styxx is a young-adolescent Grim Reaper ghost who is partially translucent, revealing bones in her limbs and having a more opaque face that looks like thin skin over a bony structure. This creates a fun possible worldbuilding idea that reapers start as ghosts with skin and it fades as they develop, becoming full skeletons in classic Death style when mature.

* Peri and Pearl are conjoined Hydra sisters, obviously reflecting a rare human scenario of conjoined twins through the Hydra monster concept, but also possibly being influenced by the animal phenomenon of snakes being born with two heads in an even Y-shaped structure.

* Elle has a separate sculpted panel on her hip where her factory stamp is placed, canonizing the real-world manufacturing artifact as a real/literal/diegetic feature on the manufactured robot character.

* Corazón Marikit's red fringe blends the two halves of her outfit, but also stands in for the gorier imagery of dangling intestines and entrails when the manananggal monster's body splits at the waist. She does have a spine coming out of her upper torso as the peg that clicks her pieces together, but the dolls aren't brutally gory, so her costume alludes to the folklore's more extreme imagery in a graceful way.

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Hazbin Hotel Characters with a Goth S/o

this is basically how some of ththe hazbin characters would support their goth s/o- as a goth person this is literally so self-indulgent lmao

🥀Pairing(s): lucifer x reader, velvette x reader, adam x reader, alastor x reader

🥀 Cw: fluff!

Lucifer

lucifer is a little confused and intimidated about your style at first, he definitely asks a lot of questions

VERY supportive once u explain it, hes very much the "okay dear" type

honestly i think he would find it super attractive, the way u express yourself is just so admirable to him

i feel like lucifer is very fidgety and is always losing focus, and one tjing that i do is that im ALWAYS fidgeting with thr chains and accessories on my outfits so like imagine him just standing super close to you and gently rearranging your chains and necklaces for you...

he would let you teach him how to do makeup and eyeliner and would definitely let you practice styles on him!

lucifer would also help you get ready too, always willing to offer some positive feedback or help with makeup and hair

i also think lucifer adores it when you give him music recommendations, and would get super into a lot of the bands that you like

i personally hc him as a siouxsie and the banshees fan bc i just feel like the elegant vibes fit him very well, but i also think he'd like strawberry switchblade too and just goth stuff like that

overall very supportive and super sweet and silly when it comes to your fashion

Velvette

gosh she needs more love

you both are fashion ICONS okay like even before you both become official she is blown away by your style and authenticity

she def designs special fashion items just for you, she makes a whole line of clothes based off of u and ur aesthetic

velvette LOVES matching with you and loves incorporating both of your individual styles into your matching outfits, whether youre more mallgoth or romantic goth or trad goth or anything in between, she is totally inspired by you and your fits and will always want to inspire you in return

def buys you things she seed and thinks you'd like or look good in, regardless of price. her gifts range from thrifted maxi dresses abd fishnets to priceless jewelry and makeup LIKEEEEE omg

velvette LOVES when u wear something she bought for u or designed for u as well

yall are always late for social events bc u HAVE to be the best dressed couple there i swear

also if u wear chunky boots or platforms and ur taller than her???? expect her to pull you down for kisses bc URGH seeing you sm taller than her does something to her

guys i have a type help

Adam

adam thinks your hot af if you're goth

hes the type to make big tiddy goth gf jokes im sorry💀

in all seriousness tho he would LOVE a goth s/o

adam def likes alternative/rock music and he would think it's awesome if you introduced him to some goth bands

he would LOVE the scary bitches, death grips, and also sisters of mercy too

i def think goth people would be much more rare in heaven than in hell, and he would get SO defensive on your behalf if anyone said anything about you or your fashion

honestly hes your number one fan and LOVES giving his input on your fits

honestly your closet doubles when you date him, adam loves seeing you wear his rings and punk jewelry and i def think he has a lot of old band shirts and stuff for his band, so he would love seeing you wear his oversized shirts

if u have piercings WOOWHEE bc adam asks SO MANY QUESTIONS

he thinks theyre so hot ngl, and i def think he has a few piercings and will buy u both matching jewelry

adam would learn to play songs you like on the guitar for you as well

i dont think hed be super keen on letting you put makeup on him but he'd fold after a little persuasion

i honestly think he'd like eyeliner and how he looks wearing it but doesn't want to admit it bc he doesn't want to seem too feminine (but u know ofc)

Alastor

before even meeting you he was fascinated by your style and boldness

alastor loves people who are unique, and someone who chooses to stand out so much definitely catches his eye

he'd find you very aesthetically appealing and would often find himself wanting to be around you more and learn more about you, your style, and goth culture in general

over this time period is probably when he started to develop feelings for you

alastor would def like the romantic/vampire goth look, that whole genre in general is just very elegant and classy while also nonconformist, which definitely speaks to him

when it comes to music alastor would probably be a little skeptical at first, especially when it comes to new technology, however if you (like me) have a record player and vinyl, i def think he would like listening to some of your fav goth bands on that

i dont really know why but i gen think he'd be a fan of the cure, sure its pretty basic but the vibe of some of the songs can be upbeat and kinda jazzy, and they just have that "old timey" vibe i think alastor would appreciate

alastor is fascinated with the process in which you get ready, and enjoys just sitting and watching in peaceful silence as uou do your makeup and pick out your outfit

if you (like most goths) are into creepy and unusual decor, he would LOVE to help you decorate your room

alastor has the strangest taste in interior design and loves sharing his unhinged ideas with you

overall alastor loves people with a lot of individuality and would definitely find a goth partner appealing because of that !!

THIS IS GETTING SO LONG HELP IM PROB GONNA MAKE A PT2 W MORE CHARACTERS HEHE- THIS WAS MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR ALASTOR AND VELVETTE I HOPE I DID THEM JUSTICE!!! WE NEED MORE LOVE FOR VELVETTE SHES SOOOOO AJSJDJD- anywaysssss hope yall enjoyed!!! feel free to req more, esp if u want a pt2 to this >:D

[defututus]

Like Father, Like Daughter

dad!eddie munson x mom!reader

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summary: You come home from work one day and your daughter has something to show you.

word count: 2.6k

author's note: @munson-blurbs has Harris and Hendrix, @corroded-hellfire has Luke, Ryan, and Eliza, and now I have little Angie.

If there are any mistakes in this, then please ignore them. I wrote this up really quickly and didn't even proofread it. Is that a bad idea? Yes. Am I going to proofread in the future? No.

You let out a relieved sigh as you quietly close the front door behind you. Work was draining, and you had to stay after contract hours to finish up some last minute paperwork. Tiredly, you toe off your sneakers and move them to the shoe rack near the door. The rack is almost full, dominated by worn black combat boots belonging to both you and Eddie, his white white sneakers, There are also colorful Velcro sneakers, ladybug rain boots, and a small pair of flower print doc martens. The shoe rack is under a console table where you drop your keys. There’s a picture in the center of the table and you can’t help but smile every time you see it. It was taken the last time Corroded Coffin went on tour last month and captured a special event for your family.

You’ve got on an old Corroded Coffin shirt that Eddie swore he lost but you managed to hide it and turn it into a crop top. The shirt was paired with fishnet stockings, a ripped pair of jeans, and your most comfortable pair of combat boots. The outfit definitely showed more skin than you were comfortable showing, but the look on Eddie’s face when he walked on stage and saw you was well worth it. He also made sure to show you how much he loved it after the show and you had to buy a new pair of fishnets after that.

On your hip was your pride and joy and the owner of the little Doc Martens, your four year old daughter Angela. You and Eddie rarely called her by her actual name, instead calling her Angie, Ang, or Eddie’s favorite, Angel. Your daughter, who calls herself “daddy’s biggest fan”, was also donning a Corroded Coffin shirt but it was so big that it was more like a dress on her tiny body. She chose a sparkly pair of red leggings and her little doc martens. There’s a giant pair of headphones Her hand is outstretched to wave at the cameraman, which in this case was Uncle Wayne. To top things off, she was wearing a large pair of headphones. Angie didn’t like them at first, but quickly accepted them when you explained she could only go to the concert if the headphones stayed on the entire time. She almost forgot they were on her by the time her dad came on stage.

Eddie is next to you, fresh off the stage with his in-ears hanging from around his neck and his hair is drenched in sweat. His bangs stuck to his forehead and was frizzy from all the running around and headbanging. His tank top, once dry and white, was now almost see-through with how drenched it was. His guitar was slung across his chest since they had just gotten off stage. One hand was wrapped around your neck and the other was giving the camera the devil horns while his tongue was sticking out. It was a typical Eddie pose. Wayne made sure to ask for a “nice picture” which he has displayed at his house but you love this one more. It captured the beauty of your perfect family.

Speaking of family, you hear a familiar set of footsteps running through the hallway to reach you and see your daughter wearing her favorite Belle dress and a unicorn hoodie. Her shoes were probably taken off the moment she got home to reveal her rainbow socks. There are a few big hair clips that you didn’t remember putting in her hair this morning, but you don’t pay that much attention. Knowing Angie, she was probably playing dress up with Eddie and wanted to do her hair as well. You kneel down to her level and exclaim, “Hi sweet pea!” as she approaches you with open arms. She runs right into your arms and you stand back up while holding her and begin spinning around. The two of you are laughing, Angela more than you. Once you’ve stopped spinning you give her a big smooch on the cheek, emphasized by a loud, ‘MWAH!’ which sends her into another fit of giggles.

“How is my favorite girl doing, hm?” You begin to bounce her in your arms as you ask her about her day. All you want to do is pinch her cheeks and stare at her all day. You swear she’s a carbon copy of Eddie because there’s no evidence of you in her face. Eddie swears she looks more like you, but she has his signature hair and big bambi eyes. 

Angie responds, “It was good! I made a macaroni necklace and we read a book and played tag with Isabella on the playground!” You nod along as she lists off every single thing she did that day, making a mental note to ask about the book later to buy it for her. It was important to both you and Eddie that she had a love for reading like her parents. One of you would read to her every night and work on her reading skills. The last time you talked to her teacher, they informed you that she was one of the best readers in her class. Eddie almost started crying when he heard that. 

She’s halfway through telling a story about Kevin who opened his Danimals and then shook it before she stops mid-sentence and exclaims, “Oh! Mommy I need to show you what I learned today!” Angie pats your arms, her way of asking to be put down, so you help her to the ground before she races to the back of the house where the living room is. You’re still tired, legs aching after walking around all day, so you aren’t moving as quickly as she’d like. Her little head peeks out from the living room and she says, “MOMMY CMON!”

There’s a hushed voice coming from the living room which you suppose is Eddie, but you’re confused as to why he didn’t come say hello yet. He’s usually there at the door, child in hand, whenever you arrive home after him. You walk through the hallway, passing the door leading down to the basement that Eddie turned into his official D&D game room. There’s a staircase leading up to the second floor with a couple stuffed animals sitting on the steps. It’s not until you turn to enter the living room that you realize why Eddie didn’t come greet you at the door.

He’s sitting cross-legged in front of the stereo with at least ten clips in his hair and a bow on the top of his head. His hair was also looking a little frizzy, maybe Angela tried brushing his hair before putting the clips in. Eddie turns when you enter the room and flashes a smile at you along with a wave. He greets you with, “Hey gorgeous.” before turning to his daughter standing in the middle of the room. You notice that the sofa and coffee table were pushed back to give her ample room, although you weren’t sure what for. He has his hand on the stereo and asks Angie with a small smile, “Ready?”

She nods her head and turns her body to you. Then, Eddie presses play on the stereo and a song starts playing. You instantly recognize it as a Lamb Of God song, although you aren’t sure which one. She begins bouncing as the song plays. You’re standing there confused and look to your husband who locks eyes with you and mouths, ‘Just wait’, before you both look back at your daughter. The song transitions from the introduction to the first verse.

The blood's on the wall

So you'd might as well just admit it

And bleach out the stains

Suddenly, Angela starts to thrash around. She’s shaking her head with the hair clips bouncing off her head. Her little hands are balled into fists as she wildly waves her arms around and she’s swinging her legs around with abandon. In the corner of your eye, you see Eddie headbanging to the song with a wild grin on his face. Angie is having the time of her life dancing in the middle of the room. It reminds you of the crowd at the last Corroded Coffin show. A little too much like the crowd.

Without a word, you creep behind the sofa to kneel beside Eddie. You place a hand on his shoulder to get his attention without interrupting your daughter’s fun. He turns to look at you and his proud smile immediately drops when he sees how displeased you look. Your lips are pursed and eyebrows are furrowed. He always knew you to be the type of person who never got angry, so he knew it wasn’t good when you were looking at him as if you wanted to strangle him. He stares at you and only manages to choke out a quiet, “Hey… what’s up?” 

With a calm and even tone, you make a simple request for him, “Can we talk please–” and look up to your daughter who hadn’t noticed you stopped watching her, “–in private?”

Your husband nods and gets up after you do. Eddie moves to stand with a groan and you can even hear his knees crack in the process. It was so loud that you were surprised Angie didn’t hear it over the blaring bass of the song which was almost over. You try to hold back your laughter as he has to hold onto the nearby furniture to stand up fully. Once he’s standing upright, Eddie leans in and whispers, “You’re laughing now, but one day you’ll be struggling to get up like I am.”

Before you two leave the room, you press pause on the song which grabs Angela’s attention. She stops spinning to look at you confused as to why the music stopped. You walk to her and get down on her level for a second while Eddie walks into the other room. Angela asks, “Mommy, why’d you turn the music off? I wasn’t done dancing yet!” Her eyes, just as brown and beautiful as her fathers, looked so sad and part of you wanted to turn the music back on so she wouldn’t be so upset. The more rational side of you, the anxious mother in you, said it wasn’t safe for her to be thrashing around like that without either you or Eddie watching her. Hell knows she’d probably run into a wall or kick something since her hair was all over the place.

To ease her disappointment, you cup her cheeks and tell her, “I just need to talk to daddy for a minute, okay? Can you teach me how to dance like that when we’re done?” Any trace of sadness is gone the moment you ask her to teach you. For once, she got to show you something new! She’s absolutely beaming and nods frantically. You give her a kiss on the forehead and before leaving the room ask her, “Can you get your backpack for me? We can dance together and then we’ll do your homework together… and you can show me the necklace you made!”

You turn to leave the room and hear her rush past you to where her kittycorn backpack is hanging near the door. Eddie is leaning against the doorway to the kitchen and watching you two. You’re only now getting the chance to admire how perfect he looks. He got out of work before you did so he was able to change from his dirty coveralls to a dark blue henley and some plaid pajama pants. His arms are crossed and they look so big that they almost don’t seem real, one of the many perks of lifting heavy equipment and his job as a mechanic. The colorful hair clips and sparkly bow only add to his good looks, reminding you of the beautiful family you’ve started with him and what a great father he has become. 

Unfortunately, you feel your irritation with him slowly dissolving as you look at him more and he can sense that. You always struggled to stay mad at Eddie because you loved him too much and he was fully aware of that. Sometimes he used that to his advantage to put an end to your occassional  squabbles. Also, Eddie had eyes. He could see that you were staring at him. This shirt did a great job of showing off his tattoos and he knew those were a weakness of yours.

You step into the kitchen before he can get a word in and erase any last bit of frustration with him. Eddie has to get himself to stop smiling when he realizes you aren’t just putting up an act. You were actually ticked off at him.

“So, what made you think it was a good idea to teach our four year old how to mosh?”

You watch as your husband averts eye contact with you and kisses his teeth. His arms are crossed He’s trying to think of a good excuse for this, but so far he can’t think of anything and the longer he stays silent the more intense your glare becomes. Eddie eventually gives in with a sigh of defeat, uncrossing his arms before he admits to you, “Angie asked about the dancing she saw from the crowd when you two came to see Corroded Coffin last month. She thought it looked like a fun dance!” You’re seconds away from berating him before he lifts a finger up to continue speaking. “We talked about safety before I taught her anything. She can’t do it at school or on the playground. The only place she can do it is an open space with no other kids around, and she can’t be alone in the room. I don’t want to be the reason why she has to get stitches after she falls and hits her head on something.”

You heave a sigh of relief at that. Before he can get any ideas, you look up at him and say, “Ok, thank you. I’m sorry if it felt like I didn’t trust you or that I was really angry. It’s just… I dont know Eddie, she’s still so small and fragile and I worry about her all the time.” Eddie is nodding, his eyes focused on your daughter who is back in the living room with the contents of her backpack strewn across the floor. She’s got her yellow pencil case open that holds her crayons as she works diligently on one a color by number piece assigned at school. Your eyes follow his and you put a hand on his forearm to squeeze it. There’s no need to worry about Angela, not really. She has a very capable father who adores her and would never let anything happen to her. You’re sure he’d lay his life down to keep her safe. 

Without looking away from Angie, Eddie remarks, “Angela’s got a super strong and smart mother who doesn’t take shit from anyone, she’s gonna be okay. Besides, she bounces back really quickly whenever she gets hurt. I think it’s some kid superpower or something…” Angie looks to the two of you talking and waves to you both before motioning for you guys to join her in the living room. She’s completely unaware of the conversation happening in the other room and only cares about having her parents around. That, and seeing if you two wanted to have a dance party once her homework is done.

You do dance with her, by the way. After all, you’ve been in more mosh pits than you can remember. Eddie was there with you for every single one of them.

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If anyone is interested, I might write something based on the events that take place after the picture at the Corroded Coffin concert was taken. Let's just say, Eddie had Wayne take little Angie home early so you could get some alone time with your rockstar husband.

[ayumigotabittoolonelyquitted]

Jjk men and their type (my opinion) drabbles

Synopsis: jjk men and their girl types this is basically a drabbles and I m just saying , this isn't canon and they might even date someone completly different from what I said who knows. (In canon course ',;) )

Characters : gojo Satoru, geto suguru, choso kamo ryomen sukuna and nanami kento.

Warning ⚠️: I swear this ain't canon don't get your sweet little heart in pain.

Requests are open!

Looks wise course 😔

CHOSO — goth/emo girls

He definitely has a thing for emo/goth girls. We're talking black eyeliner that could slice a man, chipped black nail polish, oversized band tees, and fishnets. If she listens to old My Chemical Romance or some underground post-hardcore band? He’s done for. He’s giving "silent protector of the spooky girl at the back of the venue" energy.

GOJO — baddies

Gojo likes baddies, period. Glammed up, fashionable, probably the kind of girl who knows how to make an entrance. Hair always done, nails always fresh, lashes fluttering like wings. Think high fashion, a lil mysterious but very visible. Bonus points if she’s taller or wears heels,he likes someone who challenges his ego just a bit.

GETO — beauty that isn't quite describeable

Geto is into quiet, ethereal beauty. Think long, silky hair (any color, as long as it flows), elegant dresses, and those girls who look like they read poetry under candlelight. Soft eyes, maybe a resting sad face. She doesn’t even have to talk much,he’ll fill the silence. Something tragic in her gaze? He’s already in love. (Ayumi ; Hey hey geto's my bitch 😔)

NANAMI — soft, elegant women who give him peace

Nanami likes the clean, classic beauty. Timeless style, minimal makeup, neutral tones. Maybe a bit of librarian-core or soft academia. He’s into grace, posture, the girl who wears a watch and always smells like expensive perfume. She doesn’t need to be loud,he loves subtlety and intelligence in her aura.

SUKUNA — unhinged bad girls who’d burn the world for fun

Sukuna’s taste is feral. He likes the dangerous girls. The ones with piercings, intense eye makeup, something unpredictable in their walk. Maybe she’s got tattoos. Maybe she stares back when he stares. He’s into the kind of girl who might stab him in his sleep and he’d wake up like, “hot.” Think femme fatale, but with rage issues..

Personality wise

Choso kamo

Choso is so emotionally starved it’s insane. He falls for someone gentle, nurturing, but not a pushover. Someone who talks softly but holds space for his grief, who listens without judging. He needs warmth. The type who quietly notices his pain and says, “You don’t have to explain,I’m here.” He’ll be loyal until the end. Bonus if she’s a little quirky or awkward,he finds it endearing.

Gojo Satoru

Gojo acts like he wants a girl who worships him, but in reality? He’s obsessed with the one who doesn’t. The one who teases him, rolls her eyes, and treats him like he’s just some guy (because underneath all that power, he is just some guy). She’s witty, sharp, probably emotionally unavailable,he loves the chase. But if she’s also secretly kind? He’s ruined. He’ll try to make her laugh just to see her smile.

Geto Suguru

Geto is drawn to idealists with a hint of melancholy. He falls for the girl who sees beauty in broken things, who’s poetic, introspective, and quietly passionate about the world,even if she feels like she doesn’t belong in it. She has convictions, but also sadness. He sees her and thinks: “She understands me.” If she loves people even when they hurt her? That’s it. That’s the one. (She is me , me is her 😝)

Nanami Kento

Nanami needs someone stable, but not boring. Someone grounded, emotionally intelligent, kind without being naive. He appreciates responsibility and depth, someone who values calm over chaos. But he also secretly loves someone who brings little sparks of spontaneity into his life,a soft rebellion against his rigid structure. She reminds him it’s okay to rest. That he’s allowed softness, too.

Ryomen Sukuna

Sukuna falls for the one who challenges him. She’s not scared of him,she’s intrigued. Bold, sharp-tongued, unapologetically herself. She doesn’t try to fix him, she meets him in the fire. Maybe even matches his cruelty in her own way. She’s a bit unhinged, a little morally grey. He’s obsessed with her defiance, the way she doesn’t flinch. She might hate him,but he’ll love her for it.

[lumi-of-the-universe]

Esther Finch really is the Evil Woman of all time to me. She’s hundreds of years old and wears fishnet tights. She’s a powerful witch but she also throws hands. She carries around an iron cane I guess just in case she runs into ghosts. She beat a man to death with that cane. She’s fed hundreds of little girls to a giant snake. She turned her pet crown human to use him as a honeypot. Her first scene has her drive off with her coat hanging out the door. She smokes a pipe.

[s0fti3w1tch]

Another AU Leonardo?

large text: Another AU Leonardo? /end large text

Forgot I never posted her. Had her for a couple months now. Transfemme Leonardo btw :] Her name is Doremi (from the 'Do' part of Leonardo)

This is for a Casey (Cassandra)-centric I haven't talked about publicly whoops. She's Casey's childhood friend and was separated from the other turtles and raised by Draxum (and Big Mama).

Image Description: Digital drawing of Alternate Universe Leonardo from Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Details written on the side show she's named Doremi, goes by she/her, 5'5 feet tall, 16 year old, transfemme, and queer. She's drawn in a casual pose, longsword over her shoulders. Instead of canon Leo's outfit, she wears no mask, has a dark red short kunoichi-inspired sleeveless wrap dress tied with a black obi-style sash that's in a bow in the back, black bicycle shorts, black combat wraps on ankles, and black sheer + fishnet style undershirt and fingerless gloves. She also has few scattered slashing scars on her body, along with two small ones just at her left cheek. /End ID

[essentiallyleaf]

day 03. wall sex. with. winter.

1113 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, dom(?) reader, sub girlfriend winter, making out, daddy kink, wall sex, lift and carry, standing doggy, semi-public sex, a smidge of size kink, barely edited, actually about as long as i expected this time.

notes.

honestly, not that much to say. oh right, i don’t actually know if a wall sex kink/fetish actually exists, which is perhaps not a minor concern for a kinktober piece. so if it really does, let me know, and if it doesn't, help me make it a thing and specifically winto’s thing. solidly, leaf.

You step between her legs, hanging slightly parted off the counter as she sits on it. She’s still staring at the window to her left, so you caress her cheek and redirect her chin towards you, trying to fish something out of the sea blue colored contacts Winter wears on her eyes. You love that color on her. You kiss her lips softly, they’re slightly wet. Your mouths detach as you bring a second hand between her jaw and her neck.

The only thing that comes off your hook is lust.

So you kiss your girlfriend again, this time longer and deeper; you feel her tongue brush your lips, so you retaliate with yours. It starts as a little game, taking turns exploring each other’s mouths, but the longer it goes, the longer you feel her trying to take more space past your entrance, so you let her in.

That’s how it is with her: she only needs to ask. “Can we go to the animal shelter tomorrow?”; “Can I read manga with you while we’re on the train?”; “Can you get me that cute black one piece over there?” (That’s when you bought her the dress she’s wearing right now. And it’s not cute. On her, combined with that messy bun and those fishnets, it looks fucking filthy). Then, the magic word. They always taught you it was “Please”, but really, it’s what comes after: “Daddy?”

That’s why when she grabs the collar of your leather jacket to pull you towards her, when she wraps her arms and legs around you like she needs you, like she’s a koala that needs to make sure it won’t fall from its tree while sleeping, you give in. Because there’s no one else that can grant Winter’s wishes like you do, just like there’s no one else that needs you as much as Winter does.

Which takes on an extremely carnal meaning as you lift her from the counter and turn around, your hands on her ass and your forearms supporting her thighs. She’s so tiny and light, you don’t need all that support, but you want to feel her every inch of her body on yours.

You wander through a couple rooms, looking for a bedroom in the enormous maze-like mansion. Given the handicap of having Winter kiss you the whole way through and of barely being able to keep your eyes open because of that, it’s a miracle that you don’t slam into a doorframe or trip on a carpet in the process. Then, her impatience takes over.

“Let’s do it here”

You look around the room, puzzled. It looks like some kind of library, though at least one third of the shelves of the old-fashioned white carved bookcases is almost empty. “Where?”

Your girlfriend stretches her arm towards the wall behind her, palming it as if trying to get a grasp of its texture.

“Isn’t this good enough,�� she knows she can’t get it so easily, but she also knows the most direct shortcut, “Daddy?”

She doesn’t need an answer. She needs you to slam her into the wall, pull her little slutty black one piece up to her waist and her thin, almost see through black panties to the side, rip those fishnets apart and fuck her. As you find out, she also doesn’t need any foreplay, her slit and crotch already wet just from the prolonged make-out session, which finally comes to end as you switch from her mouth to the junction of her neck and shoulder.

You kiss, lick, and suck the same spot over and over for several minutes as you pump into her with feral instinct, her hand now gripping your hair tightly; she even pulls on it a little - it hurts, but that’s not your biggest priority right now. You need to mark Winter as yours, she’s your girlfriend, your (this exact moment, a little less) soft, sweet fluffball, she’s your tiny fuckdoll. And as such you shall use her.

Thrust upwards into her like that’s what she was built for, like there’s nothing stopping you. Meanwhile, the only thing stopping her is the wall behind her, which feels cold on her nape and asscheeks, stark contrast with her boiling hot clavicle and pussy.

“I’m gonna cum, daddy”

It’s not a request this time. It’s a factual statement. She orgasms silently, so overwhelmed by the bursts of pleasure flowing from her pussy to her brain to what feels like every inch of her body, that she simply goes limp. Fortunately, you and the wall are there to hold her.

It takes her a good couple minutes to even be able to feel the world around her, past the overpowering signals coming from her own body. That’s enough for you to ask her:

“Now, I’m gonna need you to hold onto that wall, just for a little bit longer, okay? Can you do that for Daddy?”

You wouldn’t be able to tell from her still dazed face, but as she lowers her legs and tries her very best to stand up, you know Winter understood perfectly, and this is her “Yes, daddy”.

She looks so precious as you hold her hips up and help her turn around, her palms on the wall, fingers tensing like she’s trying to find something to grip onto. So precious that you just wrap your arms all around her waist as you split her tight slit open for a second time and start shoving yourself in and out of her repeatedly.

You know you can’t last long, so you try to get your girlfriend to a second high, though you don’t know if she can even feel much given her state. You turn her head to the side to kiss her again and you reach towards one of her little boobs and start groping her, first through, then inside her daddy’s girl dress.

It’s when your other hand presses upon her clit that she completely loses it. She lets out a sequence of animalistic guttural moans you never heard from her, and watery liquid starts gushing on your cock and out of her pussy while her walls clench rhythmically. The combined pressure of the two triggers your own orgasm, as you deposit buckets of white honey into her womb until she can’t take any more and semen drips out of her pussy and onto the floor.

You hold Winter tightly, almost squeezing her against the wall as her knees threaten to give up completely; you kiss her temple repeatedly as she pants heavily.

“How are we gonna go back downstairs for the party?”

“You can carry me for a while! Please, daddy?”

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footnotes.

wow i think i actually wrote different characters this time. this one was a little crammed, but i’m pretty satisfied with the end result. it feels like i’m slowly finding out which things i like writing more and which less and more generally about my identity as a writer. i’m still a sprout, but i think i’m learning a lot. sorry if i bored you and you’re now asleep and somehow still reading. do let me know how to do that! dreamily, leaf.

[anik245]

[thanksbutno98]

Fake ID

John Price x fem!readerOC

Summary: Ghost steps in to help John Prices daughter while she gets mixed up in the wrong crowd.

Warnings: mention of minors being preyed on, sexual themes, violence, underage alcohol use, alcohol use, swearing, domestic/familia arguments, not edited.

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“You’re not wearing that.” John’s voice was monotone as he continued to stare down at his phone screen.

John was half laying on the living room couch with his legs resting along the cushion and head and shoulders propped up by the throw pillows you picked out to carefully. The news was playing in the background and the smell of freshly popped popcorn was beginning to seep into the living room. He was freshly showered, beard neatly trimmed, and dressed in black sweat pants and a fitted white t-shirt.

“You didn’t even look at me. Dad, just because you wear the same thing everyday doesn’t mean I have to. It’s called fashion, so I am wearing it.” Evelyn, John’s sixteen year old daughter responded sarcastically and with a lot of snark to her father.

Finally looking away from his phone John looked his daughter up and down. With a quirked eyebrow their matching blue eyes met. John looked unimpressed while Evelyn stood there arms crossed and tapping her foot impatiently. Evelyn was dressed in light blue ripped jeans with fishnets underneath, black heeled boots that came to mid thigh, and a fitted black turtleneck crop top. Her hair was styled in what John remembered you calling a ‘blow out’ and she had on the most makeup John had ever seen his daughter wear. His little girl wasn’t looking like a little girl at all.

“I can see your belly button. That’s not fashion.” John said simply. If he expressed how much he hated her outfit John knew his daughter would only become more stubborn and insist on wearing it.

“So what. Everyone’s got a belly button, not like it’s scandalous.” Evelyn countered knowing for a fact it was going to be a fight to leave the house like this.

“You look like you’re going clubbing. What sixteen year old goes clubbing? Wear that when you’re old enough to have a valid ID.” John huffed out an annoyed sigh. This was not a fight he felt like having. If John could have it his way Evelyn would be dressed like she did for the rare occasions they went to church.

“I’m not going clubbing it’s Samantha’s birthday and I want to look good for pictures.” Evelyn half whined.

“You can cover your bellybutton and still look good in pictures. Also, your mum did not approve of you borrowing her shoes.” There was no way you were okay with Evelyn borrowing one of your most expensive pairs of shoes. John almost blew his lid when he saw the receipt for them but the way you batted your pretty eyelashes at him had him caving.

“Yes she did.” Evelyn lied through her teeth.

“Oh really?” John challenged. The two stared at each other almost daring the other to involve you in the conversation. The fact Evelyn wasn’t calling for you to confirm her statement told John she was lying.

“Darling.” John shouted from his spot on the couch, beckoning you to come join him in the living room.

“Did you want beer or whiskey?” You asked walking into the living room with a large bowl of popcorn and glass of wine. You were about to breeze right past your daughter but then her outfit caught your attention. It wasn’t her outfit really it was the fact she was taller than you for once since you two were normally the same height.

Stopping you looked your sixteen year old up and down, noticing she was wearing your extremely expensive mid thigh booted heels. You had to blink a few times as what she was wearing looked all too familiar. Evelyn was giving you her prettiest smile, an undertone of a question behind her sparkling eyes.

“You look cute, but it’s not happening.” You smiled back watching her face drop. With that you made your way over to your husband handing him the bowl of popcorn and then your wine that he put on the coffee table for you.

“Seriously mom! I knew dad was unreasonable but you too?” The tone your daughter was choosing to use was going to get her nowhere. She was being a typical teen trying to act and look older than she was but you didn’t want to shame her for it.

“Beer, please.” You and John shared a look, a silent communication that there was no way your daughter was leaving the house dressed like that.

“Put my shoes back where you found them and wear that cute body suit we just bought you. Also that’s my shirt and those are my fishnets so you should put them back too.” You smiled sweetly at your daughter before heading back to the kitchen to grab John his drink. On your way you gave her bottom a playful smack which had her groaning. John gave Evelyn a triumphant look as he shoved popcorn into his mouth haphazardly. Bits of crumbs fell onto his old t-shirt but he’d get to them in a bit.

“March.” John ordered sarcastically, pointing with a hand full of popcorn to the stairs.

“You’re both the worst!” Evelyn stormed off to go upstairs, stomping the entire way.

“We’re going to check that the clothes are back where they belong and that your overnight bag is lacking booze. No sneaking off to change at your friend’s house like last time.” John called up the stairs only for Evelyn to let out a frustrated shriek before shutting her bedroom door with just enough force it wasn’t quite slammed.

“She looks like she’s twenty.” You remarked emerging back into the living room with John’s beer.

“Well she’s acting like she’s four.” John quipped causing you to snort out a laugh.

You handed over his beer and curled up next to him on the couch. Looking over you chuckled to yourself that the popcorn was already half gone. John had little crumbs in his beard and dusted across his chest. When it came to popcorn, especially when you made it on the stove, John had no manners or self control.

“Maybe I should get rid of my crop tops and clubbing clothes it’s not like we go out like that anymore, it’s been ages.” You spoke around your buttery snack and then took a sip of your wine. John’s eyes were locked on the tv as he scrolled through Netflix trying to find a movie for you two to watch.

“Now don’t you dare do that. The times we are able to make it out to a pub I love seeing you dressed in those tiny shirts. Don’t even get me started on the fishnets.” His words were sincere but it didn’t feel that way as he continued to eat popcorn like a wild animal.

“Yeah?” You asked with an eyebrow cocked.

“Absolutely. Bloody sickening to see Evie in them tho. Gives me the chills” John shivered as he spoke not liking that his daughter wasn’t so little anymore.

It felt strange seeing her in your clothes. John couldn’t help but see a little girl trying to dress up as a grown woman but for some odd reason you two wore the same size. It made him worry that boys her age or worse, men, might find her attractive in a perverted kind of way. Of course John thought his daughter was beautiful but he was ready to start beating boys away with a stick if they came anywhere near her. To John she was innocent and precious, a young girl who needed to be protected; and it was his duty as a father to do so.

“Well she’s not a little girl anymore.” You reminded.

“And she’s not grown either.”

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“4 shots, please!” Evelyn shouted over the loud crowd behind her.

You had Jj drop Evelyn off at her friend’s house since you and John were having a kid free movie night. Jj was going out with his own friends after but you and John had no idea he’d picked Evelyn up vodka on the way there. Lily was having a grandad sleepover which she had been babbling about for the last week. This left you and John with the house to yourselves for the night.

Evelyn had changed into one of her friend’s emerald green dresses. It was so short it barely covered her bottom, was skin tight, and had spaghetti straps. The sixteen year old was gifted with your genetics of having developed younger than most girls her age and with the right amount of makeup looked four years older than she actually was. Her friends were all dressed similarly and had praised the young girl for scoring vodka from her older brother. Although she swore them to secrecy to not rat Jj out.

Now they were at some pub that attracted a younger crowed because they were known for letting fake IDs slide. What Evelyn did not realize was this was the closest pub to the Riley family. So when Ghost of all people spotted her across the bar ordering shots he was shocked.

Simon was sitting at the corner of the bar nursing a bourbon and licking his wounds. He’d gotten into a heated argument with his lovely wife who then kicked him out and told him to come back with a better attitude. Now that he’d been sitting here for close to an hour he was ready to go grovel for forgiveness about losing his temper with his own teenage daughter.

Seeing Prices little girl dressed like an adult (when she absolutely wasn’t) and clearly having snuck in had Simon feeling a bit silly for getting mad at his fifteen year old for being stubborn about the laundry. God, was he thankful to have a quiet and introverted kid who was attempting to be a stoner at the moment. Simon would lose his absolute mind if he caught Fae here especially dressed like that.

Simon continued to stare at Evelyn unable to get himself to stop. He watched as her and her friends took shots and then ordered more drinks. Part of him wanted to go over, grab her by the arm and escort her out. But that wouldn’t look good and he’d probably be jumped by the bouncers.

Thinking on what Price would want Simon though back to the first time Fae was ever caught smoking weed. It was actually John who caught her when he was leaving their home late one night. From what Fae said he sat with her and asked if her parents knew, which was a resounding no. John spoke to her calmly and gave her the option to tell Simon herself or he could. Then John took her weed and disposed of it on his own.

When Simon confronted Price, Price told him it’s better for kids to be forthright with their parents rather than be snitched on. It would leave Fae untrusting of John and he wanted to make sure if she ever needed an adult to talk to that she knew he was a safe choice. John had been around Simons kids since they were in diapers and he treated them like family. Simon couldn’t say the same for himself with Price’s children but then again Price hardly allowed anyone from work to be around them. Only reason Simon knew John’s kids well enough was because of you.

With a heavy sigh Simon decided that keeping an eye on Evelyn for the time being would be best. If she came in his direction he’d pull her aside and do the same that Price had done for his own daughter; give her the chance to come clean to her parents.

“Evie, there’s some creep staring at you.”

“Yeah he’s been eyeing you like he wants to kidnap you since we got here.”

Evelyn gave both as her friends an odd look and with her eyes followed the direction at which they were pointing. With a slack jaw Evelyn felt herself go pale as she made eye contact with none other than Simon Riley. To the young girls he was a menacing serial killer for all they knew. But to Evelyn he was ‘Ghosty’ who sucked at go fish and once ate an entire 32oz steak with a baked potato and two helpings of her mom’s pecan pie in one sitting. Then complained that American food was ‘shite.’

“Oh, fuck. That’s my dad’s friend.” Evelyn turned back to her friends looking mortified.

“Think he’ll snitch on us?”

“No! At least I don’t think so. The fact he hasn’t said anything yet probably means he’s just waiting to make sure I get out of here safe.” The words came tumbling out. Thats when the alcohol really hit Evelyn and she was feeling drunker in a moment she prayed to sober up.

“Okay, whatever you say.”

Evelyn decided she wouldn’t look over at Simon again but pretend he didn’t exist. Enjoying the night was her goal and she felt somewhat safe knowing Ghost was here because there was no doubt he’d look out for her. So Evelyn continued to enjoy her drink and chat with her friends about the boys in their year that they had met up with. It was a group of nine sixteen year olds, four girls and five boys, passing off as twenty somethings. The night didn’t carry on much longer for Evelyn after spotting Ghost staring daggers at her. She was flirting with a boy named Theo and he was at the bar grabbing her another drink when she was approached by a stranger.

“Hello, gorgeous.” Evelyn felt a hand on her lower back before she heard the scratchy timber of a man’s voice.

Turning quickly she took a step back only for the hand to slip from her lower back to her hip. The man was taller than her, about 5’11 and reeked of cheap booze and cigarette smoke. He had a strangely predatory look in his eyes as he stared down at Evelyn. He had dirty blonde hair and yellow teeth to match. Thats when she realized he had to be the same age as her father but nowhere near as put together. In fact he was gross and made her skin crawl with the way he was looking at her.

The man was crowding her space, the smell of cigarette smoke suffocating as she tried to create distance in the cramped bar. They were situated in a corner where she had sought privacy for her and the boy Theo she fancied but was now able to be cornered. Her friends were about a yard away at a table too busy having fun and drinking to notice what was unfolding.

“Don’t touch me.” Evelyn pushed the guys hand off her only for his opposing hand to come and try and grab on to her other hip. Before she could swat him away or the man could register he had been plucked out of the situation and damn near tossed two yards back, Ghost intervened.

Ghost had grabbed the guy from the back of his collar and jeans and threw him onto the floor, towards the exit as if he weighed nothing. Gasps and silence soon enveloped the room before the sound of bouncers yelling for people to move erupted. Bystanders were immediately asking what the fuck was going on and Evelyn was just staring up at Ghost in completely shock. Ghost put his hand in the air and motioned that he was talking about the table of minors in front of him as he shouted to the bar tender.

“You’ve got sixteen year olds in here. Best call the cops so their parents can pick them up.” Ghosts words had Evelyn’s jaw hitting the floor.

“Shut up! You’re so embarrassing!” Evelyn yanked on Simons long sleeve shirt only to be given a menacing death stare which barely fazed the girl.

“How about I drop you off at home and you watch your fucking tone. Or would you prefer for the Captain to pick your dumb ass up from the police station.” Ghost snapped. The thought of how Price so eloquently dealt with his own daughter smoking weed prodding at the back of his mind and how he sought to do the same.

From Ghost perspective, he was nailing it.

“Fine.” Evelyn then frantically gestured to the man Simon tossed like a sack of potato’s who was now charging at Simon from behind.

Turning around Simon caught the guy by the collar and shoved him forward so his feet came out from under him. The man was dangling limply as Simons sneered at him, a sadistic grin plastered across his maskless face.

“You should be thanking me mate. Saved you from the kiddy diddler registry.” Simon spoke so only the man nearer his age than Evelyn’s could hear. Tossing him to the floor Simon motioned for Evelyn to follow and she did.

“I didn’t know! I swear!” The guy shouted and Simon could only roll his eyes.

That meant nothing to him the scum bag could clearly still tell the girl was young enough to be his daughter. The bouncers tried to grab Simon but he shook them off and said he was leaving. Evelyn’s friends were shouting for her, some of them choosing to shout profanities at her for getting the cops called.

“What about my friends!?” Evelyn half shrieked as she dashed to keep up with Simon as he exited the bar. Simon pointed to the flashing police lights that were just pulling on to the same street.

“Their mummy and daddies can pick them up.” The way Simon spoke was rude and condescending.

“Do you have to be a dick about it!?” Evelyn shouted in a drunken haze, her heart beating out of her chest. Simon turned quickly on his heels causing Evelyn to practically run into the brick wall of a man.

“How about a thank you for helping keep your record clean? Medical school is a whole lot less likely when you’re a juvenile delinquent.” Simon spoke with venom, watching as the teenage shivered in the night air. Without a thought he was slipping out of his leather jacket and handing it to her.

“I’m not a delinquent!” She snapped back. Snatching Simon’s coat she draped it around her shoulder and followed after him as he marched across the street towards his truck.

“Thanks to me.” Simon flung the passenger side door open to his truck to see the young girl with mascara running down her face and trying her absolute hardest not to burst out in tears.

Evelyn looked so much like you but had John’s hair and eyes. With a heavy sigh Simon realized he was doing it again. Just like he had flown off the handle with his own daughter earlier that night he was doing the same to Evelyn.

“Look, I don’t want to see you in a position where some dickhead creep is trying to grab you. I don’t think your mum or dad would want that either.” The look Ghost had in his eyes had Evelyn sniffling and biting back her tears. Being drunk and the mention of her parents and what had just happened to her was overwhelming.

“Y-eah but my mum would be a whole lo-t nicer to m-me.” The words came out a bit slurred and stuttered. Letting out a heavy sigh Simon had to remind himself this was a young girl he was talking to not a soldier. Just like with his own daughters he had to remind himself to soften up.

“And Price?” Simon asked still waiting for Evelyn to get in.

“Dad would’ve skinned that guy alive and gone hoarse from shouting at me.” Evelyn admitted finally taking the final steps to get into Simon’s car. With the few moments she was alone Evelyn fixed her makeup and took a few deep breaths to get herself to stop crying.

Simon got into the driver side and turned the engine over. He was trying to collect his thought on what to say next but this wasn’t exactly his strong suit. It was taking him awhile to come up with anything so he just started driving to Price’s house. He turned the heat up and handed the teenager a bottle of water from the back seat. The radio was cut so the two of them sat in silence as it started to rain on the way to drop Evelyn off.

“What’s with you military guys and losing your temper?” Evelyn finally asked after a long lapse of silence.

The question took Simon off guard but the answer instantly popped into his head. He wasn’t sure if he could speak for John but deep down he knew the Captain felt the same way. Having daughters was scary and harder than he thought it would be. The two had shared their fears a few time throughout the years of what it was like to be fathers.

“We see the worst of what men are capable of. We see it happen to girls younger than you. And it’s easier shouting than telling our daughters we’re scared that the stuff we’ve seen could happen to them.” Simon’s thick accent faltered on the word ‘daughters.’ He couldn’t get himself to say this to his own kids but for some reason it was easier to say it now when his emotions were better in check.

Evelyn didn’t respond. She sat there in silence taking in what Ghost had just told her. Maybe he was right and her dad did have a point as to why he was so strict. The shouting wouldn’t feel so bad tonight now knowing her dad was just scared. It was a strange feeling realizing her fearless father actually had something that scared him to his very core and Ghost was the same way. It left Evelyn feeling strangely loved yet indignant at the same time.

“Think my dad’s going to lose it?” She asked as Ghost pulled in to the long driveway of the Price family home.

“The old man’s going to hit the roof.” Simon huffed the words out having been on the receiving end of Price losing his god damn mind. He could only imagine what Evelyn was in for.

Walking around to the passenger side Simon helped Evelyn out of the truck and lead her up the front stairs to the large wooden door. Ringing the bell Ghost looked through the window to the right of the front door trying to peer through the sheer curtains. The living room was dark and looked empty but a movie was playing on the tv.

Ringing the bell again was when Simon saw Prices head shoot up from the couch. His body was mostly covered from the back of the couch as John was sitting up and clearly fiddling with his pants. Simon chuckled to himself seeing the man he called Captain scrambling over the back of the couch and sliding his t-shirt back on. Looking over Simon saw Evelyn was staring down at her feet bracing herself for what was yet to come; not realizing they had just interrupted her parents alone time.

For Evelyn her mind was spinning from the anticipation and alcohol. Hearing the front door whine against its hinges as it swung open had her closing her eyes to brace herself.

“What’s going on? What the hell are you wearing?” John sounded bewildered and looked completely disheveled. Seconds later you were seen stumbling towards the front door, rosy cheeked, hair a mess, and your shirt inside out. You stood just behind your husband, eyes darting between Simon and your daughter.

“You going to tell them?” Simon looked at Evelyn who shook her head ‘no.’ Nodding his head Simon spoke.

“Found her at the pub near my house taking shots with her friends. Some creep your age tried pawing at her so I tossed him off and brought her back home.” Simon motioned with his head to Price when he said ‘your age.’

“My age!?” John barked the words out more appalled that a man his own age would approach his daughter.

“Evelyn!” You gasped, immediately stepping out and lightly grabbing her wrist to bring her inside. She was docile as she quickly stepped into the house, biting her lip and trying not to cry. You pushed Simons coat from her shoulders and made her give it back to him.

John looked like he was ready to murder. Glancing over his shoulder John stayed quiet as he watched you bring your daughter toward the kitchen at the back of the house while Ghost slipped his leather jacket back on.

“What about her friends?” John asked Simon, his face deadlocked in anger.

“Cops got called. They’ll be getting picked up at the station. Didn’t watch though, wanted to get her out of there so she didn’t face any trouble.” The appreciation John felt was paramount. Knowing Simon had truly taken care of Evelyn and gotten her home safe was an incredible relief.

“Right. Anything else?” It was as if Price was looking for Simon to brief him on a mission like they usually did. And he knew the man wouldn’t leave out any important details.

“She’s got a smart mouth and maybe a boyfriend.” Simon meant it as a joke but Price didn’t take it that way.

“I know. Deal with it every bloody day.” Price looked down at his feet and shook his head in disapproval, choosing to ignore the boyfriend comment. It was clear the man was irate and using all his self control not to fly off the handle.

“A fucking boyfriend, Jesus Christ.” John muttered to himself.

“Good luck to you.” Simon nodded and turned to leave. It seemed like a good time to bow out and let the man handle his family.

“Simon.” John stopped him.

“Yeah?” Half way down the stairs Simon turned to look at Price expectantly.

“Thanks mate. For keeping my little girl safe.” The words were earnest as John extended his hand and shook Simon’s with a firm grip.

“You’d do the same.” Simon patted John’s shoulder, nodded and began to walk down the front path towards his truck.

“Damn right. . . A boyfriend, seriously?” John mumbled more to himself, his mind was latching on to the idea and how deeply he hated it. Getting ready to walk back into the house John stopped as he heard Simon call out to him.

“Oh and Cap.” A sly smirk spread across Simon’s face making John’s eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“Yeah?” John’s smoky voice cut through the night air.

“Sorry for interrupting you and the wife’s alone time.” Simon had a shit eating grin as he eluded to catching a glimpse of what was happening on the couch before John answered the door. John felt himself blush the smallest amount but only scoffed out a laugh and gave Simon a wave goodbye.

John shut the front door and took a moment to gather his thoughts before marching down to the kitchen. Once there John saw his sixteen year old sitting at the kitchen counter still dressed in her extremely revealing dress and being questioned by you. You were standing next to her with one hand on her shoulder and looking extremely concerned.

“And you promise you’re not hurt?” You asked in a hushed tone. Evelyn shook her head that she hadn’t been hurt.

“Phone, now.” John reached out his hand and Evelyn didn’t bother to argue. Handing her dad her phone she told him her passcode without having to be asked.

“Who were you with?” Johns face was stone cold as he waited for a response.

“Samantha, Ava, and Aoife. And some boys you guys don’t know.” There was no point in hiding any details she knew you and her father were about to go through her phone where all the facts were.

“One of them your boyfriend?” John asked with raised eyebrows.

“What!? Uh-no! H-he’s just a friend.” Evelyn sputtered out.

“A friend named?” John questioned further.

“Theo but after tonight my number will probably be blocked.” Evelyn stared down at her hands on the counter.

“Theo. . . Fucking stupid name.” John muttered under his breath unsure why he was going after the boy.

“John, cmon, we have bigger fish to fry.” You looked at your husband who was still clearly mulling over this Theo character.

“Would you call the girls parents and let them know. Simon said the cops showed up but didn’t see if they took the girls. I want to make sure they’re home safe.” John reached out and lightly touched your elbow. He knew you both wanted to know Evelyn’s friends were safe.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll do that now.” You grabbed your cellphone and made your way out of the kitchen. Once you were gone John stared at his daughter who was staring out the window and trying to act as sober as possible.

“Why?” Was all John asked as his daughter avoided looking at him.

“I thought it would be fun.” She whispered, taking a sip of the glass of water you had gotten her.

“Was it? Because that’s the last bit of fun you’ll have in your natural life.” The venom that shot from John’s tongue was felt deeply as he tried to keep himself from out right losing it. He wasn’t doing a good job. Those words had his daughter erupting with emotion.

“I’m sorry! Okay, I’m sorry! I know I fucked up. I know I’m lucky Ghost was there.” Evelyn felt her emotions more strongly with liquor in her veins and was having trouble keeping the tears at bay.

“Do you understand what could have happened to you if Simon wasn’t there? Evelyn I don’t even want to imagine what could have happened with a man my age preying on a sixteen year old pretending to be-“ John pulled the fake ID out of the back of Evelyn’s phone case holder and inspected it.

“20! A sixteen year old pretending to be fucking twenty.” John threw the piece of plastic so hard against the marble it bounced.

“I’m sorry!” Evelyn pleaded trying to get the shouting and lecture to stop.

“How many times have you done this!?” John demanded to know unable to keep his voice down or calm.

“It’s the first, I promise. You can ask Aoife! She’s the one who got us the fake IDs she just gave them to us tonight.” Evelyn cried as she spoke hating that she was being shouted at.

“I don’t think I even need to say it, but you’re grounded. House arrest until we figure out what we’re going to do with you.” Taking a breath John spoke as calmly as he could which wasn’t calm at all.

“Dad, please I won’t do anything like this again.” Through sniffles and hiccups Evelyn was silently pleading for her father to be sweet towards her.

She was spooked about the man approaching her and Simon literally throwing him. The situation hadn’t sunk in until you were asking her if she was okay in the kitchen and for her to give you details, which she did. You told her that you wouldn’t be mad if something bad happened, you just wanted to make sure she was okay. Seeing you so concerned and how you were looking her over, for some reason made everything click that she had been in such an unsafe situation. It was like you were convinced she had been harmed and seeing her normally level headed mom scared of what a grown man could have done scared Evelyn. All the things you’d prepared her for and warned her about could have happed if Ghost wasn’t there.

“You’re right you won’t! Because you’re not leaving this house until I’m in my bloody grave!” John shouted right back at his daughter, then took a breath trying to get himself to stop shouting. Thats when you were walking into the kitchen.

“Okay, killer. Let’s take it down a notch.” You were rubbing John’s back to try and get him to calm down. He had his head bowed and was pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

You didn’t blame your husband for his strong reaction. One of his biggest fears had reared its ugly head and you knew this was going to be rough for him to process. You were just as angry but had to make sure your daughter was okay before expressing that. On the flip side John had unshakable faith in Ghost so in his mind nothing bad could have happened in his presence.

“Evie, please go shower and go to bed. We’ll finish talking about this in the morning.” You spoke softly and Evelyn was quickly moving to leave the kitchen. Before she left you took her into your arms and hugged her before whispering in her ear for only her to hear.

“Please get some rest we can talk just us, first thing.” Giving her a kiss to her cheek she hugged you back tightly.

“L-love you.” Slipping out of your arms Evelyn was surprised to see John right there opening his arms to give her a hug goodnight. Evelyn limply placed her head on her father’s chest and began to cry harder as his arms wrapped her up in a hug.

“Love you. So much. I just worry about you.” John spoke softly against the crown of Evelyn’s hair where he placed a kiss.

He held her while she cried because no matter how angry he was with her nothing could stop him from comforting his daughter when she cried like this. You joined the hug until your little girl had finally begun to calm down. After good nights were shared you and John waited to hear the shower start upstairs before diving in to what had happened.

“Did you hear from the girls parents?” John muttered still trying to gather himself. He was leaning against the marble counter top by the stove while you stood in front of him leaning against the kitchen island.

“Yeah, they’re all home safe. Samantha’s mom was absolute rip shit though. Don’t think her and Evelyn will be allowed to see each other again.” Your hands were running through your hair, stress evident on your face and in your voice.

“Just Evelyn?” John questioned with his head still cast down.

“No she made it clear none of the girls are allowed over. They found a bottle of vodka in Samantha’s room and she said it was Jj who bought it.” Your words had John’s head snapping up. The fire reignited in his eyes and you could see your son was in for it.

“You’re fucking joking.” As if on cue Jj walked through the backdoor. He had a huge smile on his face and looked to be tipsy as he kicked off his shoes.

“Hey! Mum would you please make me something to eat, I’m starved.” You looked between your son and husband, knowing exactly what was coming.

“You better not have been driving like that!” John shouted. Jj flinched, not expecting such a strong reaction so he laughed his father off.

“‘Course not, left my car at Freddie’s. Natalie dropped me off. She didn’t have a drop, I swear.” Jj was still laughing it off, his hands by his shoulders to show how innocent he was.

“But your sister did. So did her friends. Because you bought them vodka.” The way Jj’s face dropped showed he was floored to have his father confront him about this. Evelyn swore she wouldn’t even tell her friends where she got the vodka from.

“I-uh-“ Jj looked at you to save him but you only shook your head in disapproval.

“We’ve told you countless times to stop covering for her.” You spoke evenly, feeling absolutely drained from the unfolding events.

“They ended up getting arrested.” John was purposefully leaving out information to make his son squirm. Your jaw dropped and you looked at John exasperated for trying to purposefully worry Jj more than needed.

“Whoah! I didn’t think that-“

“Your sister wasn’t arrested but her friends were. And it wasn’t for the vodka.” You corrected your husband and laid out the facts.

“Seriously John. I think we need to talk before you go on a war path.” John waved you off which only irritated you.

“What were they arrested for?” Jj asked, refusing to shrink under his father’s violent stare.

“That’s not important.” You dismissed the question.

“I don’t care why you did it. But I swear to god Jonathan, you buy your sister alcohol again and you’ll end up out of this house so bloody fast your head will spin.” John threatened Jj who nodded seriously. Jj didn’t tend to have trouble admitting when he crossed the line and if he was honest he’d felt guilty most of the night for doing this. He had continuously been texting Evelyn to not get too drunk or do anything stupid.

“Won’t happen again. I’m sorry.” There was no falter in how Jj spoke and you believed he meant it.

“Go upstairs.” John ordered and Jj listened quickly. He gave you a quick hug and mumbled a good night.

“I think you need to go lay down, John. You’re going to give yourself a stroke.” John was breathing heavy as you rubbed his back hoping he would start to calm down.

“Lily’s the only one who doesn’t make me feel like I’m going to lose my mind.” The exasperated word made you roll your eyes.

“Let’s not put her on a pedestal.” You stated matter of factly.

“I need a bloody drink.”

“How about some water. Alcohol is kind of the reason our kids are in this mess.”

——————

Today you had gotten a much slower start than you intended to this morning. Your kids may be far from the baby stage but they all needed you the previous night. Once in bed you and John got a call from your dad that Lily was having a meltdown and was insisting on being picked up. You and John played rock paper scissors to see who would be the one to go and get her. You lost.

You and Lily were home close to 1am and once you had her settled in bed you overheard your sixteen year old sick in the bathroom. You sat with Evelyn until she felt better and then got her tucked into bed. Jj had stopped you on your way out of Evelyn’s room and asked if she was okay. The next hour consisted of you listening to Jj’s guilty conscious and how dumb he felt for buying his sister alcohol. By the time you were crawling into bed it was 4am and you felt like death. In John’s sleep he pulled you close and wrapped himself around you as if you were a body pillow. You were too tired to fight him off and subjected yourself to the human furnace that was your husband.

Now you were finishing up brushing your teeth having gotten five hours of sleep and still had to start breakfast for the family. Slipping into leggings and a t-shirt you made your way downstairs surprised to see your entire family sitting on the couch watching tv together. There were croissants, pastries, and other goodies placed neatly on plates on the large square coffee table.

“Morning, darling. Thought you could use the morning off from cooking so I went out and got your favorites.” John smiled at you from his spot on the couch. He had Evelyn tucked under his arm as she sat curled up and sipping from her paper coffee cup.

The couch was a large U shape with a chase lounge on the right side of it. That’s where Jj was sprawled out laying flat on his back with a pillow propping up his head. He was dressed in black gym shorts and a solid blue t-shirt. There was a napkin lying on his chest with a half eaten croissant on top and crumbs everywhere. Lily was sitting up and eating a danish in the center of the couch while John and Evelyn were cuddled in the corner.

“One big happy family.” You said in disbelief. In no way did you suspect your family to be getting along after John’s rampage last night. Well you expected Lily to be her normal self since she was the only one to not piss her father off.

“Yeah dad’s calmed down a lot.” Evelyn spoke before sitting up to offer you your own coffee cup.

“Good.” You smiled taking it from your daughter and watching as she went back to being cuddled up with her father. You could see on John’s face he was happy to have his oldest daughter still wanting to cuddle up to him.

“Still grounded for two whole months though!” Lily exclaimed with her mouth full.

“Yeah and you have to help Ghost by tutoring his kids.” Jj snorted out a laugh that Evelyn was subjected to helping Ghost for free as a thank you.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Evelyn brushed her siblings off and continued to watch whatever program they had all settled on. She felt that she was getting off light compared to what she thought her father was actually going to set as her punishment.

“Good luck with tutoring Fae. She’s just like Simon and she’s got a mouth smarter than yours.” John joked which got snickers and playful jabs from the rest of the family.

“She can’t be that bad.” Evelyn looked from her dad to you. Sitting down on the sofa by John’s outstretched feet you grabbed your preferred pastry and dug in.

“She’s more stubborn than me, you, and your father combined.” You informed your daughter who was starting to look more and more worried about this punishment.

“Seriously?” Evelyn’s head shot up to look at John.

“Yeah, but she’s smart so that won’t be the issue. It’s that she’s smart enough to get out of things. So don’t let her bully you.”

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[syrupfog]

Hmmmm Sanji keeps his dress from Kambakka but one day when he’s looking for something deep in his locker the dress falls out and the crew get ahold of it. 

They think he’s stolen it from some poor girl and they scold him for it, how dare he actually act on his perv tendencies?

And Sanji like. Feels real weird and sad and upset and doesn’t understand why. Just grabs the dress and throws it overboard in a huff. Doesn’t explain to them where it came from because why would he. 

But he. He dwells on it. He’d kept the dress because he liked it.

Well. The dress was ugly. But he liked what it did to him. Made him feel… soft inside. 

But he can’t buy another one, not now. He knows, intrinsically, that it would be soul destroying for the crew to find a second dress and connect the dots— that they would realise that the dress is for him. That they would call him perverted for wanting to actually wear the dress. 

It’s one thing to yell at him for stealing a dress. It’s another thing entirely for them to yell at him for owning it for himself.

He doesn’t know why. Just knows that it would hurt. So badly. For them to associate perverted actions with his desire to feel that… softness again.

So he doesn’t. He doesn’t dare buy anything like that again, buries that self down deep for years. 

Maybe it’s after Luffy’s become pirate king. Maybe it’s after everything has settled down a bit. The crew meets with the Revolutionary Army and Iva is there.

And damn him, Iva just KNOWS things he shouldn’t, can strip someone bare with just a look. But when he looks to Sanji his expression is so SAD and it makes Sanji angry. How dare he be disappointed in him? Sanji’d never promised him anything, any change.

Maybe Iva takes him aside and Sanji’s ready for a lecture or a fight but all Iva does is say that if Sanji wants, he can raid Iva’s closet anytime. He’s welcome to anything in it. 

Sanji knows that there’s a lot of fishnets and leotards in there, but also… those dresses.

And maybe, I mean, they’re in a public place, maybe Zoro overhears. 

And he’s close enough to clock Sanji’s expression. He’s known the cook long enough to know what yearning looks like on him.

I dunno! I dunno what happens next! Probably that Zoro watches Sanji a lot because that’s what he does! Probably that he reevaluates small things like the way Sanji gazes in shop windows! Probably he does something really stupid like makes brazen comments at dinner

About how the revolutionaries could probably teach Nami a thing or two about clothes and even the guys look good in those romper things and skirts or whatever. 

He’s probably real bad at it!! He’s saying dumb shit and Nami gets mad because she dresses just how she wants shut up!

Man. I dunno it prob still takes a while. But this is still before Sanji and Zoro are together. Because I think that Zoro supporting Sanji as a member of the crew is nice, that Sanji never worries that this is Zoro being blinded by love and willing say do things he doesn’t mean.

Like this is gruff annoying Zoro who fights with him and argues with him but Sanji sees the openings he gives. 

Maybe the next time, another 6 months or a year down the line, that they see Iva, Zoro drags Sanji to her closet. Says “come on cook she could teach you some lessons in fashion, the suits are getting old.” 

And maybe that’s the first time in three or four years that Sanji considers it. Puts on a dress that’s tight around the waist and it’s not tailored well— all his suits are tailored perfectly— but he gets that soft feeling again.

And it’s so fucking embarrassing to cry in front of Zoro so he doesn’t. 

Or at least Zoro doesn’t comment on it. 

And Zoro insists that Sanji takes it. He grabs a few others and throws them into Sanji’s arms and he’s somehow managed to pick out the most hideous ones that Sanji can imagine, but he’s overwhelmed and touched. 

And maybe he starts small, back on the ship, but Zoro acts as a guard dog against the idea of anyone saying anything. Only has to actually snap at someone once (it’s Brook. Come on, man.) about how it’s not a perv thing get your eyes fixed (yohoho I don’t have eyes!) and Sanji takes a bit to recover from that but he does. Eventually. 

And dresses aren’t an all the time thing they’re impractical and sometimes just not what his brain wants.

But maybe an extra bit of lace on his suits is good sometimes. Or a bodice under his collared shirt, just for the shape it gives him. 

Or, on very rare occasions (when most of the crew is off exploring for the day) a miniskirt. 

Maybe some days it’s nothing.

It’s fine. It’s all fine. It just gives him that soft feeling inside, that settled, good feeling. 

It’s just, you know, a quiet happy ending.

(Also yeah he and Zoro start hooking up and then get together and all of that is messy as HELL and full of fights and crying and two day breakups and getting back together but that’s a different thing. Totally unrelated).

[shojizbae]

My Rave Babies

Spencer Reid x Reader

rave baby part two

For three weeks, your coworkers had been barraged nonstop about your scandalous habits. "So, listen to any good EDM?" or " Going to any parties?" had been ringing in my ears all week. The team had managed to sneak in puns during a case.

"Well, that sheriff was just raving, man." Derek leaned against the counter and brought a paper cup to his mouth

"Enough," I groan and toss my head back

"C'mon, you can't just tell us you used to go to raves and then not take us," Emily explains

"We are in the dead of the midwest. Will a serial rapist be on the loose, and you're thinking about going to a rave?" I fill up a paper cup with coffee

"Well, do you know of any back home?" JJ offers, sliding effortlessly into the conversation.

"JJ, you have kids," I whine

"Will can watch them for the night." She refutes

"I can't. I'm going back to the murder case before this town is traumatized further." It's a less effective duck-out, but it draws attention away. Hotch gives me a bit of a look as I rejoin a discussion with an exhausted look.

"I hope you didn't stay up all night partying." He teases

"No, I got a full night's rest. I'm ready to take this guy in." Deny. Deny. Deny.

The case came to a close two days later, with the man castrating himself and then slitting his throat. Unfortunately, the connection that all of the victims had was that they frequented the same club. An EDM / Rocker club with very Rave-like vibes. The jokes flew on the plane ride home.

"Alright, alright, fine. I'm going to call my old friend. She'll let me know what's going on in town."

"Really?" Morgan jumps at the statement

"Yeah, don't make me regret this."

~

It was four days later that a festival would be in town for the weekend. I informed the team that tickets needed to be bought. I also let them know they should be on high alert for roofies and perverts. Skimpy clothes and loud music were catalysts for freaks.

"So you're really knocking the dust off?" Morgan holds an FBI mug up to his lips. He's got an all too-full-of-himself grin on his smug little face.

"Yeah, you're coming too?"

"Yeah, so is Emily."

"And me!" JJ holds each of my shoulders, "I'm so excited, Will hasn't stopped ogling the outfit in my closet. He said he needed to borrow some floss and held it up on the hanger."

"Is anyone else coming?"

"Yeah, Penelope and Spencer," Emily says

"Reid?" I nearly snort my coffee out

"That's my name." He traipses into the kitchen and dumps half the can of sugar into his mug.

"I figured a rave would be a little out of your comfort zone. You're really coming?"

"I-i-It is. But I'm trying some exposure therapy."

"I thought that has been disproven." Emily counters

"Clinically, yes. But some of the results of those who have conquered fear through exposure therapy are too nice to pass up. You know, in recent studies-"

"Yeah, we get it you're going." Derek cuts him off

"So, have you picked out an outfit?"

"It's no Halloween, but I figured I should just wear what I always do."

"What?"

~

The night came faster than I had expected. One night, I was filling out a report on a serial arsonist; the next, I was tying myself into a bikini and zipping up giant platform boots. I put on a silky kimono to disguise the scandalous outfit. We all taxied to the nearby party meeting to get our tickets and a wristband checked. Emily and JJ looked phenomenal. Penelope was show-stopping, though. A galaxy-printed dress, giant boots, and fishnets, bejeweled with bracelets and a bucket hat.

Derek was primarily shirtless, though he found a neon fishnet shirt and tactical boots over some burning man cargo shorts. Finally, Reid was the last of the group. Surrounded by a thousand people in their skivvies, he stuck out like a sore thumb in gray slacks, a purple pinstripe button-down, and a sweater vest. The most crazy part of his outfit was his mismatched DC and Marvel socks.

"Wow, you look-"

"You look," I motion up and down at him. "You know, for the youngest on the team, you look like you're babysitting." He laughs, but it seems like he's shriveling on himself.

"Don't worry, you look great," I reassure and slide my hand up and down his bicep reassuringly. Even if I'm typically a touchy person that gesture might seem too forward for coworkers so I retract my arm awkwardly.

"Dang, (Y/n), where were you hiding that body?" Emily came and patted me on the ass and then slung her arm over my shoulder.

"Ok, tipsy, why don't we get you some water?" I unfurl her from me

"That sounds great," Reid clears his throat. "My throat is feeling a little dry." Emily wraps herself around me, and JJ slings an arm over Reid's shoulder. Morgan follows behind us, and we find some bottles of water that are way overpriced. Music begins to bump behind us, and I drag the group into the heart of the crowd. Morgan rears off when he finds some girls eyeballing him. Penelope follows Derek to a group of fun.

JJ and Emily stay close by but jump and sway with the thrumming music. Reid looks out of place like a black sheep.

"DOC!" I shout over the loud music

"Yeah!"

"You look stiff!" I jump around and scream at him.

"I'm not much of a dancer. Maybe I should just go home."

"What?" I stop jumping. C'mon, you've just got to feel the music." I take a step closer. Thanks to the giant shoes I wear, I'm much closer to his face than I usually am. I loop my fingers into the belt loops on his hips and take another step closer. "C'mon, man, you've just got to feel the rhythm." with my hands, I make him sway his hips to the beat. With a bit of encouragement, he starts to do so by himself.

"Ok, just jump around. Let yourself feel free." I twist and jump to the ear-splitting music. He raises his arms apprehensively, and I fling mine on top of him to show him it's fine. With my permission, he raises them and starts to flail freely.

"Alright, pretty boy, get into it." Derek teases

"Don't listen to him. You look great." I jump and swing my arms like a toddler. Lost in the moment, I spin around to show off my back and shake my hips. I lose my control and dance like a maniac. I back up onto Reid and sway with him. As I feel eyes on us, Reid jumps away from me.

"Are you two having fun?" JJ drawls

"Have you been drinking?" I shout

"A lot!" She responds

"I'm having so much fun. Why did you stop this?" Emily screams

"The hangover you'll have tomorrow? Yeah, have fun taking a jet ride with your ears trying to compress into your skull. And one time I caught a nasty STI from hooking up with someone in a port-a-potty."

"What ew," Emily fake retches.

"Don't worry, I took antibiotics." The music came thrumming through the speakers as a new DJ started their set. Immediately, I recognized her and started leaping like a manic shrimp. "Oh my god, I love this song!" I twisted around and grabbed each of Reid's wrists.

"C'mon, dance with me!" my mind disappeared in the bass. Nothing else mattered but the feeling of my feet pounding into the dirt and the occasional collision of Spencer's limbs. Slowly, the thrumming of the tempo migrated to my ankles.

"Alright, it has been a long time since I've danced like this. I need a break."

"Yeah, I don't think these are the best dance shoes either." there's sweat on his brow, but he holds up one of his feet to show off the brown loafers.

"Let's find the rest of the group," I whisper scream in his ear. In the proximity, I feel my torso press to his. I nearly roll my ankle and he catches me by my hip. He stands me back up and steadies my hips.

"Ok, let's get you to a cab," We find Derek quickly. He only has one girl who won't let go of his bicep tonight. Emily, JJ, and Penelope cling back to us, and we leave the grounds all slightly limping. We all file into a taxi and people filter out of the car slowly.

"I think I'm going to get out here and just take the metro home." JJ and I are the only two left in the vehicle as Penelope gets out of the car.

"What no, just stay in the car. I'll drive you home."

"No, that's far too much."

"I could drive you home." JJ offers as we turn down the corner of her street."

"No, you live further than her."

"Reid, I'll drive you home," I demand.

"Alright, you two have a good night." JJ slinks out of the cab, and we watch Will open the door, and she leaps into his arms.

'the kids are sleeping.' I read from his lips

"They're going to have a fun night." I snort. Reid shrinks on himself again. "C'mon, you've had to have some sort of fun like this."

"No,"

"No?" The cab takes us to my neighborhood, and we get out. Reid insists on paying the driver. I let him in and opened the front door. He takes the same space on my couch and groans from the pain. I bring two cans of lemon seltzer water and slump down with my legs across his lap on the couch. I crack the cans and hand one to him.

"Oh, thank you," he takes it, and I take a big slurp of mine. I extend a foot up and put my ankle near his face

"Could you unzip me?"

Uh, uh, sure." He holds my ankle and tugs the zipper down the inside of my calf. Once it's down, I use my other foot to push it off with my other foot. I hold up the second foot and he obeys, tugging off himself.

"Thank you, I roll, crack my ankles, and sigh in relief. "Whew, those were killing me." I start to roll down my thigh-high fishnets.

"Uh, would you like to go to the bedroom to get changed?"

"No, I'm fine like this." I pull the second sock off. I readjust the slipper kimono and tug one of my blankets up my shoulders. I twist around to lie on Reid's chest, straddling his leg.

"Uh, what are you,"

"I'm tired, Spencer." I dig into his chest with my own and loop my arms around his neck. I readjust myself even more around him. His tie stabbed me in my temple, and I tugged it off his chest.

"Uh (Y/n), what are you-"

"Calm down," I say, undoing his top buttons for the skin-to-skin contact my body craves. Your chest is warm." I cuddle into it and kiss his collar.

"I had a good night, Spencer," I sink further into his frame and pull the blanket on harder. I feel a hand thread its way into my hair but dreamland takes me away.

"I had a good night too."

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Little Girl Gone Mob Boss AU Headcanons

A/N: Alright my brain woke up feral this morning with a bunch of head canons for my new series that I've been working on so here you go the fruit of my labor. Also there are mentions of t*row up, mentions of killing, and actual depictions of killing so please read at your own caution. 18+ HC are marked as such

Minors/men DNI

SFW

-Y/N buying Wanda all the pretty rings and necklaces because you love seeing her wear them

-Wanda shows you pictures from high school when she was emo which is something you hadn't expected from the suburban mom

-After you learn this information you slowly add things to her wardrobe such as black skirts like she used to wear and band shirts and fishnetting

-The first time you see her in a little black pleated skirt you go feral. Luckily the boys are at school and you take her right on the kitchen counter

-She decides to wear skirts more often after that. Usually when she wants something.

-You slowly teach the boys how to fight, but don't introduce them to anything dangerous. Not until they're much much older.

-Wanda also eventually gets in on the self defense lessons

-Wanda and you go out regularly for date nights and taking the boys out trying to keep your lives as normal as possible

-When you propose to Wanda it’s at a fancy restaurant where you guys have a private room

-She says yes (of course) and you couldn’t be happier

-You guys decide to have your wedding in Sokovia and do a traditional Sokovian wedding

-When you guys have your first dance you include the boys where you start the dance together then you dance with Billy and her with Tommy and then you two switch off.

-You guys end up having a baby girl after getting married

-At this point the boys would be old enough that you offer the choice to them of joining and both do say yes, but Billy focuses on the business side of things and asks to go to college for business. He ends up double majoring in Business and law.

-Tommy also goes for a business degree, but ends up switching to go into nursing and becomes a Trauma Certified Registered Nurse to be able to deal with injuries that happen in the family business.

NSFW 🔞 

-Both you and Wanda are switches

-the first time you two try and do things and she calls herself ‘Mommy’ it sends you into a PTSD panic attack because of Natasha calling herself Daddy.

-Wanda soothes you back down and is such a soft Dom the whole time and everytime until you ask for more.

- “M-Mommy please r-rougher,” your lips parted, tongue out as you try to roll your hips on her strap. She's edged you for hours into a blissed out state.

- “Whatever my princess wants she'll get.” She grabs your hips with a bruising force as she sinks deeper and moves her hips roughly until you're screaming and crying and begging Mommy to let you cum

- “You've been such a good girl. Go on cum for Mommy baby. You deserve it for being such a good girl.” 

-The first time you were on top you weren't sure because you had never done it, but you wanted to try it. 

-You realized how good it felt but struggled with what you wanted Wanda to call you. Mistress, Master, Sir, Ma'am, King, Queen, Goddess, Owner, Handler, Boss, Captain. You two felt like you went through everything until one night Wanda tentatively brought it up,

- “I know how you feel about it, but maybe…we could try Daddy?” Her words throw you through a loop. “I think it could be helpful even. You'd be such a better Daddy than her.” Wanda puts a reassuring hand on your thigh. “You'd be the best.”

-It's her words of encouragement that make you give it a try because she just sounds so soft and genuine.

-You have Wanda beneath you, a pretty collar and leash on her as you slowly sink inside of her with the cum filled strap the two of you recently purchased. 

-Once your hips start moving, slow at first, you're hitting that spot that she loves and she just moans out, “Right there Daddy! Please Daddy harder!” And you go absolutely feral as you pump harder and rougher, pulling on her leash as you do so, both of you having a rather quick build up, “Gonna breed you baby. Gonna have my babies inside of you. You're gonna give me a set of twins right?” Wanda is so blissed out that all she can manage is, “Yesh Daddy m'gon cum!”

-During the aftercare Wanda assures you of how much she loved it. She could see how worried you were over becoming more like Natasha, but her words soothed you.

-As you two were cuddling up, watching TV afterwards she spoke up, “Would you actually want another set of twins?” You shrug, “if it happened I wouldn't be upset, but I'd love to even just make one mini us.” You tell her wholeheartedly which brings tears to her eyes. “I love you Wands. I wanna spend forever with you. I know this lifestyle isn't ideal for a family, but-” she cuts you off with a bruising kiss as she crawls into your lap. “I love you too Y/N/N. We'll make it work. I fell in love with this, with you so we'll make it work.”

NSFW Mob life HC

-You still take care of business mostly at home.

-The basement is off limits to the boys and is under several locks along with a fingerprint scanner and a pass code only you, Carol, and Maya know. 

-One day Wanda comes with you to the basement even though you've told her a million and one times that she doesn't have to be involved in the business she insists. 

-She watches a side of you she's never seen before. The side that Natasha created. It's almost as if she's watching Natasha pull strings on you.

-You torture someone for hours before getting the information from them. You grab your gun and look at Wanda, eyes cold as she trembles.

- “You can look away darling.” You tell her, but she doesn't, eyes fixed on you as the man begs and pleads for his own life, but he made the mistake of being on the wrong side of things, on Natasha’s side. 

- “If I let you go Natasha will pick up where I left off. Slowly torturing you until you die a slow and painful death. This is mercy.” You tell him and fire your gun right between his eyes. Blood and brain splatter everywhere. Especially on you.

- “Carol, clean this mess up and show Kamala how it’s done. She needs to learn. I need a shower and I need this all done and out of the house before the boys get home. I'm gonna send Maya out with America to check up on the info we were given.” 

-You turn your attention to Wanda holding out a hand to her, “Come on darling. Shower.” There was some blood on her and you helped her upstairs. Wanda didn't talk the whole time until you were drying her hair on the bed. “How do you do that?” She whispers and you barely catch it.

- “When Natasha trained me. I actually threw up a lot. It disgusted me to my core. I had a hard time handling it, but everytime I did something right she'd praise me. Reward me. The last time I killed for her she praised me because I only threw up after I killed the man. Now I'm…it's like I'm not me. I dissociate from it in the moment.” 

-Wanda turns towards you, crawling into your lap, nuzzling against your neck and letting her hands get under your shirt and onto your back for more skin contact. “Thank you for taking care of us. I always appreciated it before, from the moment you saved us, but now after seeing what you do…I can appreciate it even more.”

-After much back and forth Wanda wants to help out. At first you have her work in your office at the computer on record keeping, but she says she wants to get out of the house so you allow her on safe calls. Mainly to get money from people along with Kamala. 

-You never let her go into dangerous situations. 

-You always make sure Maya tails the two girls when they go out especially when Wanda first starts, but you see that Wanda is able to handle her own.

-One time Wanda comes home trying to hide all the cuts, scraps, and bruises after fighting with someone over their rent.

-You freak out when you see it and after cleaning her all up the two of you go back out and you take care of him in front of Wanda. Showing her how to overpower someone bigger.

-You keep the man on edge making him constantly think that he’s going to die until he’s begging for his life and has pissed himself.

-There comes a breaking point between you and Natasha which leads to an all out war between your two mobs

-After a lot of loss on both sides Natasha and you go at each other which ends up with her losing her life when she can’t just accept how things are now.

-Though Yelena wants to kill you over this Kate convinces her not to

-You and Clint come to an agreement of a truce. Which ends the decade long fight at this point

- “I didn’t want it to end this way.” Tears streamed down your face as your knees crashed to the hard ground beside Natasha’s body. “You were terrible to me. Treated me like I was nothing and yet I still wanted to see you change. To be better!” Wanda holds you as you cry and shake in her arms not realizing all the emotional turmoil that you felt towards Natasha even after all these years.

[pileofmush]

don't crush the wings

pairing ➸ luffy x fem!reader

details ➸ tags: modern au! humor & spice! gratuitous use of the f-bomb // cw: no smut, but a little suggestive; drinking. everyone's at least 20 & this doesn't take place in america; reader wears a dress & is called a girl at one point // wc: 2k

a/n ➸ happy halloween! 🎃 muahahaha

“We are gonna get fucked up tonight,” Nami sings into your ear with a sharp giggle. She’s sitting on your lap, turned towards you with a long bottle in her dainty, manicured hand. Fishnets run up her thighs, up, up, up into her short black miniskirt, and the fabric rides up farther as she wiggles in your lap. 

“Or just fucked,” you mutter, side-eyeing your friend. You know for a fact that Nami has goals she plans to achieve by the end of the night, and they probably have something to do with a pretty girl whose name starts with ‘V’ and ends with ‘ivi’. 

It’s Halloweekend, a Friday night, and you’re pregaming in the shoddy little apartment you share with Nami and Usopp. Nami’s dressed to kill as an alluring vampire vixen, and Usopp’s fiddling with the zipper of his Party City superhero costume. Knowing your friends, you expect for a little mayhem to occur tonight. Especially considering the party you’ll be attending: hosted by none other than the ASL brothers. 

If there’s one things you can trust the ASL brothers to do, it’s to wreak havoc on society. If there’s a second thing you can trust the ASL brothers to do, it’s to throw a decent party. 

Nami swats your thigh at your remark and thrusts the bottle into your hands. “Drink more,” she orders. “You’re not nearly drunk enough.” You fumble for your Hello Kitty shot glass and pour liquor into your glass.

“Just drink from the bottle,” Nami chides, fingers curling around the hem of your dress. You take this in stride; sink into the spotty old couch Usopp salvaged from a flea market with a sigh. Nami’s a flirty drinker: you know this. Get a couple drinks in her and she’ll get touchy and bossy—or, bossier than she already is. The girl cocks her chin up at you in challenge. “Don’t be a pussy.” She’ll also get mouthy.

You reject her protests with a minute shake of your head. “No way.” Usopp trots over from across the room with a matching Hello Kitty glass, and you tip the bottleneck until vodka pours out, to Nami’s displeasure. “I’m not a fucking heathen.” 

“Cheers to that,” Usopp says, then clinks his glass with yours—Hello Kitty to Hello Kitty. He throws his drink back and immediately starts coughing. 

You smile at your friend’s pathetic demonstration, raise your glass, and toss the drink to the back of your throat. It goes down a little smoother than your first had, but still lights a fire in your chest, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. 

A loud knock has your head swiveling to the front door. “The calvary is here!” Someone from the other side shouts. 

You say Usopp’s name, and he rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah,” he says and shuffles toward the door, probably resenting the day he signed a six-month lease with two bossy girls. He quickly unlocks the door, swinging it wide open. A boy springs through the entrance with a loud whoop, arms in the air. Behind him struts the moss-headed Zoro, who heads straight for the kitchen, determined to find the booze and drink you out of house and home, you’re sure. Hovering by the entrance lingers Sanji, who towers over Usopp.

“Are you seriously dressed as Batman?” You hear him ask.

Usopp’s pitch raises unnaturally as he defends himself. “The ladies love Batman!”

Sanji snorts. “What do you know about ladies?” He asks, stepping around the Walmart Superhero. Suddenly, he halts, gaze locking on you and Nami like a fucking aim-bot. 

“Nami-Swaaaaaaan!~” He croons.

Nami grabs the bottle from your hands and takes a giant swig. 

“And you must be an angel,” the blond appears at your side, sighing dreamily. A crown rests atop his head; his hair shines like spun gold. Blegh.

“A fairy, actually.” You reply, jab your thumb at the iridescent wings strapped to your back. 

He nods reverently. “Ah, but of course. You’re made of faith and trust, magic and whimsy, my ethereal little pixie.” 

You blink once, twice. Wonder if this loon pregamed the pregame, or if he’s just naturally this ridiculous. Nami takes another shot of vodka, and Sanji’s eyes track the curve of Nami’s neck as she gulps and sighs.

Damn it all to hell. You debate stealing the bottle and drinking from it like a heathen. Nami was right. You are most certainly not drunk enough for this. 

Nami and Usopp’s friends are… Well. They’re something, alright. You met the duo in college and fell in love with their snarky energy, but their non-college friends? You pan your head from Sanji and Zoro, who are halfway to beating each other’s faces in in the middle of your kitchen, to their springy friend Luffy, who’s quite literally bouncing off the walls. Yeah… You try to avoid them when you can.

But. Tonight’s Halloween. The one day you’re legally required to make bad decisions. 

So, more alcohol. You tug the bottle from Nami’s death-grip and take a healthy swig. “What happened to ‘not being a fucking heathen?’” She quotes, mirth bubbling in her voice. 

You open your mouth to say something unbelievable witty and dry, but are interrupted. “Who’s fucking heathens?” Someone behind you asks. Both you and Nami turn to face Luffy, who’s leaning over the back of your couch, upside down. 

“Nami,” you deadpan, at the same time she intones your name. 

Luffy laughs, boyish, but also… Not. His hair’s pulled towards the ground, black curls pulled back to reveal thin brows and half-lidded eyes, and the expression is a little… Sexy. Somehow. Impossibly. Kinda lazy-like, with a shit-eating grin, and it’s... 

You clear your throat, feeling a bit warm. 

“Shouldn’t you be with your brothers? Y’know. Hosting a party right now?” You ask. Luffy chortles. In your peripherals you can see Nami considering you, undoubtedly smelling blood in the water. 

“Nah. Ace n’Sabo threw me out ta stop me from eating all the snacks,” he says. His words aren’t quite slurred, but come out as a drawl, low and intoxicating. You have no idea how this man did a complete 180 in the span of 30 seconds. It’s giving you serious whiplash.

The front door opens once more, and Nami lets out a little squeak. Ah, that’s probably Vivi and co. Hmm. Dimmed lights, a sultry voice warbling over the speakers, intermingling with the occasional drunken shout… This is turning out to be a successful pregame. 

Nami jumps off your lap, stealing the bottle from your hands one last time. Her limbs tremble before she inhales deeply, steeling her nerves.

“Have fun,” you say, shooting her a look. 

“Oh, bite me,” the vampire snaps, then stalks off to go flirt with Vivi. You silently wish her luck (the amount of times you’ve had to listen to her hopelessly pine is staggering) and turn back to face Luffy again, a twinge of uncertainty in your gut.

He’s dressed like a football player, you realize. It’s a good look on him. His jersey is neon yellow and trimmed in green, but the color’s not as obtrusive as it might be in brighter lighting. And it shows off his lean figure, which is. Nice.

Appreciative as you are of his frame, you’re thinking up exit strategies by the minute. This is uncharted territory. You can count the number of times you’ve had a one-on-one conversation with the man on a single hand, and, don’t really feel like stumbling your way through small talk.

“You’re glowing,” Luffy notes. “S’pretty.”

Never mind. This is cool.

“Thanks,” you say, sheepish. “It’s the body shimmer. I’m a fairy.”

“A pretty one.”

Ah, fuck. 

You don’t really feel the alcohol all that much, but there’s a pleasant buzz floating through your body, and it’s making you a little more… susceptible. To simple compliments like that. It has your heart stuttering, but in a good way. You want him to say it again.

“What, that you’re pretty? ‘Cause you are.” He nods. “So pretty,” he concludes; dark eyes sweeping over your frame. 

Did you say that aloud? 

You blink. Rack your brain for something coy to say. “You’re, um. Yeah. You’re pretty, too.”

Fuck.

Luffy laughs at that, and you’re grateful, because you are totally off your game tonight. But he doesn’t seem to mind, just leans in closer, still upside down, and it gives you an open view of the column of his throat. Golden brown skin, taut and firm until he swallows. You tense and back up a little to see his whole face.

He’s close, incredibly close. You can smell the Corona on his breath as he exhales. And you don’t really kiss random people at hangouts after only like, two compliments, but your brain is starting to consider him the exception. 

You pull in your bottom lip reflexively, and his eyes dip to your mouth, tracking the motion. His pupils dilate. He looks, he looks hungry.

Fuck fuck fuck—

The door opens again and more people trickle into the apartment, pulling you out of whatever weird ass trance you were in, and you curse. Is this a pregame or a party of its own? The fuck. 

You lean back, hands seeking purchase on the couch cushion to support you, but maybe you’re a little more drunk than you think you are, because you completely overshoot it, body tipping toward the floor. Your head spins as you realize in real-time that you’re about to eat shit, squeezing your eyes shut before impact.

Somehow, quick hands race up your body and flip you so that instead of falling on your back, you’re braced on top of something, cushioning your fall. Your eyes open. Luffy grins from beneath you.

You’re straddling him, you realize. Make to get off him, but his hands tighten on your waist and then loosen. A suggestion. 

You stay. 

Everyone’s eyes are on you, searing into your skin, but they’re nothing compared to the hot hands sliding down, palming your thighs. You don’t know whether to be mortified or grateful that you chose such a short dress. Luffy hums appreciatively.

Grateful it is.

Time to do some damage control.

“Mind your own business,” you hiss, looking up at the room. Everyone returns to their previous occupations, albeit reluctantly, sneaking glances out of the corner of their eyes.

You turn your gaze back to the man underneath you. “How the hell did you do that?” You accuse. It should be humanly impossible for someone to perform such complicated maneuvers—while inebriated, mind you!

He just shrugs. “Didn’t wanna hurt your fairy wings, did ya?”

That is. Ridiculously sweet. 

“Fuck,” you say. It just slips out. 

Luffy’s eyes sharpen. “Yeah?”

“What?” Your breath hitches. God, you sound wrecked. 

Luffy waits a beat. Runs calloused hands up and down your thighs, and you just barely contain yourself from shuddering in his grasp. But it may be for naught, because you’re melting like putty in his hands. 

He yawns, then licks his lips. “Wanna make out?” He asks abruptly. 

It’s at this moment that you wonder exactly how you wound up here. What choices did you make in your life to end up like this? Splayed out on your apartment floor, surrounded by tipsy acquaintances, straddling the most bizarre man you’ve ever had the misfortune to come across? Fucking Halloween, man. This might just be the most humiliating thing you’ve ever experienced. 

...

You say yes.

In the end, you don’t end up making it to that party.