#the western jewels au

[westernjewelsau]

"God you're so annoying"

"Hm, sure sweetheart," she chuckled

Finally get to show off my commission from @solarockk y'all better give them all the love because just look at this beautiful artwork!! This is from act 2 of The Western Jewels :eyes: so y'all have that to look forward to! Send some questions, and I might just answer, I'm excited to see everyone's reactions, please, dont hold back ;)

[wyvernspirit]

DEFINITELY want to hear about Western Jewels (disappointed you're not still doing it, but I get the workload). Do you mind telling how Gem and Pearl's relationship would've developed throughout it, or what the overall story was after their first meeting? Also, just out of curiosity, who else was going to show up in the AU and how?

It's not actually about the workload that wasn't what I was referring to lol (look up pitching maybe, am I being straightforward enough yet hm) The way Gem and Pearl's relationship would have worked is that at first, they would start off as enemies and very reluctantly work together to escape the first set of sheriffs and bounty hunters Later that night, they would have to attend to the wounds they had given each other earlier in their own fight Since they escaped into the desert, they have to at least stay together till the next town and pool their supplies together, otherwise neither of them is quite likely to make it, since they hadn't expected to have to dash off While travelling to the next town, Pearl would pester Gem with questions that she would reluctantly be answering, notably Pearl wouldn't offer much information about herself

In the next town, they would discover a large crowd surrounding new wanted posters for them proclaiming them to be a Duo, The Lawless Jewels, the bounty for the two of them to be brought in is very ,very high After some vicious swearing from both of them and ducking around town trying to avoid the large crowd of people looking at the bounty signs, Pearl would sneak them into Big B's bar In this AU Big B is a rather large informant for both the criminal underworld and the law; he plays to all sides, really, whatever brings in the money. To talk about some of the other characters that would be involved with him, Shebly, also known as Shubble would be one of his main informants; she infiltrates towns as a simple barmaid and overhears a lot of information. Later on, Katherine Elizabeth would become one of his field informants, too, after growing tired of being belittled and underestimated by the people she had surrounded herself with because of being a cowgirl instead of a cowboy. She and Gem were meant to have a lot of talks and parallels to discuss/show gender disparity in this setting, but I don't have any solid writing to show for those, tho I wish I did The story was less planned from here out, mostly just fun ideas I wanted to try to cobble together The two would continue travelling together simply because it's now simply too dangerous to go alone Etho in this AU is Gem's older brother, he took her in after their parents were killed by outlaws due to his own past He's incredibly overprotective and parentified, and part of the reason she ran off in the first place A sorta b plot/continuous backstory plot going on in the background would be around Etho's own past as an outlaw, his time with "the family" and his decision to abandon it all to protect the person he loves most, his baby sister There is a BIG age gap between the two, so he very much sees her still as that traumatised child who had been hidden by their parents when they were attacked

Etho helps out a lot in the background to try to keep the jewels bounty as "Taken in Alive" instead of "Wanted dead", he's basically calling in every old favour he has to protect Gem and, by extension, Pearl I think before I had talked about some characters who would definitely be in the au so I'll briefly go over everyone and what their roles would have been Ah found the list okay

Gem Maple - Main character - outlaw - Pearl's partner - Etho's younger sister

Pearl L'escantmoon - Main character - Most wanted Outlaw - Gem's partner - Was scouted by Cleo for the Family once, it didn't go well

Etho Maple - Previous mysterious past as an outlaw, was a part of the family with Cleo/Bdubs/Scar - Gem's Older brother/stand-in guardian due to their parent's murder

Cleo - Leader of the family - Angry at Etho for abandoning them - Angry at Bdubs and Scar too, sends a lot of people after the jewels until he tracks her down to both beg for his sister's safety and explain himself

Joe Hills - Cleo's second in command

BDubs - A member of the family though distant, - Knew where Etho went, didnt tell Cleo - she's aware of this

Scar - Left the family but isn't antagonist to them - Y'allternative - Kinda travelling with this random chaotic bandit he found

Grian - Bandit - causes chaos and destruction - not particularly violent

Joel Small - the "mayor" of the town Etho and Gem are from - married to Lizzie

Lizzie Small (Originally Elizabeth Shade) - The Actual Mayor of the town - couldn't become it due to sexism, had Joel run instead and secretly runs things behind the scenes, he's very proud of his wife

Jimmy Shade - Sheriff of the town - Lizzie's younger brother

Scott Smajor - Bounty Hunter after the Jewels Mythical Sasuge - Bounty Hunter after the Jewels

Miscellaneous folks would also be one-off hunters/town sheriffs involved in the chase for the jewels - hadn't decided those yet

Big B. - Major informant

Shelby/Shubble - Informant/infiltrator for Big B Hannah Rose - Performer/entertainer at Big B's bar - a bodyguard/bouncer if things get dicey in the bar - past informant/bounty

Katherine Elizabeth - A foil to Gem, suffering from the misogyny of those around her - her and shelby were probably going to be a background pairing

False Symmetry - The Black Rose - a legend in the bounty hunter community - does she truly exist? - (A retired Lawless living her best life these days lol, she helps Pearl and Gem out a few times, and eventually was going to run into Cleo and help with her self-loathing)

The like main ends I had in mind were the jewels ending not even being known to the audience

Like Gem and Pearl ride off into the sunset together Their whole ending is that we don't know their ending And neither does anyone else They become a myth, a legend, a tale told

And I love that for them Katherine gets to end up in a place where she feels valued and important The town always wonders what happened to those two siblings that left but dont worry about them too much Etho lets Gem go. He understands now that he cannot keep her when she doesn't want to be kept or protected He understands that their relationship fractured for a lot of reasons and that it's not fully either of their fault, but that he shouldn't keep pushing it He goes home to his family (hahah puns) and explains himself, apologises and is let back in Its sorta a happy ending all round, just sorta a tinge bittersweet (And somewhere in between all that is a blossoming deep relationship between the girls lol) Hope that's satisfying!!! kinda really glad to just get to fucking say it all Been sitting on it for months haha only @solarockk got to know most things and even then I hid a few bits too I'm very happy to have got to explore all this myself but it's just become, framework for something else, thats a little more important to me and so I'll start taking things down in perpartion for that eventually In case anyone asks though I am putting this out here - No You Can Not Take These Ideas Yourself - I don't want someone continuing this au - I don't want fanfics made for this premise of mine Be inspired and make a western AU for SURE!!! would love to see more wild west and cowboys/girls But I dont want my story beats/character relationships and such to be copied Please, I'm taking a risk in sharing all this, I can't control anyone But i can ask for you to be respectful of me and my creative works Thank you to everyone who followed this idea though! It was a lot of fun send more asks if you have them I'll probably answer any questions for a few more weeks Wyv out~

[westernjewelsau]

:eyes:

Love love love characters that present themselves as emotionally open social butterflies but the more you see of them the more obvious it is that they’re the most closed off fuckers in the story. Sure, they want to help you with your personal problems and messy emotions, but if you turn that shit back on them, they’ll shut down or deflect every time. Why are you sticking your nose in their business anyway? It’s not like it matters. They’re not a person, they’re just a role being played. They’re the guy who fixes things and saves people. Please ignore the man behind the mask, he’s fine. Everything’s fine.

[sincerelyneo]

cowgirl | p.js

“the bull i ride is not mechanical”

💿now playing: cowgirl by nicki minaj, lourdiz

❯ summary: Watching his city-girl girlfriend ride a mechanical bull in front of his childhood friends—and a crowd of sleazy locals—Jisung starts to feel both irritated and horny…but mostly horny.

❯ pairings: jisung x fem!reader

❯ genre: western!au, smut, boyfriend!jisung

❯ words: 3.6k

❯ tags:18+ minors dni!, jealousy, cat-calling, unprotected sex (don’t do this!), creampies, dom!jisung, dirty talk, overstimulation, swearing, gendered terms, literally just them fucking in cowgirl for 3k words.

Jisung had never brought a girl home for the holidays—especially not a city girl. But here he was, leaning against the doorframe of his childhood bedroom in his parents’ ranch, watching you fuss with the hem of your dress in the mirror. The corners of his mouth twitched upward. He could already hear his friends teasing him. 

“Babe…” he began, sneaking up behind you to wrap a hand around your waist. “It’s just a little dive bar. You don’t have to wear a dress—”

You turned to face him, one perfectly manicured hand resting on your hip, the fabric clinging to your curves in a way that made his mouth go dry. “The dress is cute, Jisung. I’m wearing it.”

You pick up the black heels Jisung had picked out for your birthday—surprisingly pretty for a country boy with calloused hands and mud-splattered boots. Slipping them on, you smile as he takes you in from head to toe with a thick gulp. 

“It’s not that it’s not cute,” he mumbles, shoving a hand through his hair. “It’s just… People don’t usually dress up to drink beer around here.”

You grabbed your coat and gave Jisung a quick peck on the cheek, effectively shutting down any of his further protests. He always does this, gets in his head about the silliest things. 

 “Well, maybe they should,” you quipped, your heels clicking against the wooden floor as you headed for the door. “And besides, I’m not from around here.”

Jisung sighed, reaching for his own jacket while trying to ignore how the sight of you in those heels made his chest tighten. “It’s a small town, Y/N, we don’t get newcomers often. People are gonna stare.”

You paused at the door, glancing over your shoulder with a teasing smile. “Let them.”

Jisung shook his head, his lips twitching into a reluctant smile as he followed you out to his truck. The drive to the bar was quiet but comfortable, the faint hum of country music from the radio filling the car. He stole glances at you as he drove, his chest tightening every time he caught the way the traffic lights reflected off the pretty necklace settled into the cleavage of your chest.

That measly little jewel probably cost the same price as the dive bars around here, if not more. When Jisung finally parked in the gravel lot, you stepped out, your heels clicking sharply against the ground like you were walking into a five-star restaurant instead of a bar with duct-taped barstools and a jukebox that only half-worked. Jisung couldn’t help but laugh softly to himself—his friends were going to have a field day ribbing him for this.

Inside, the low hum of chatter and the twang of a guitar drifted from the jukebox, and the faint smell of beer and peanuts lingered in the air. Jisung spotted his friends immediately—Chenle, Mark, and Jeno huddled around a table in the corner, beers in hand, their laughter loud. 

“There he is!” Chenle’s voice rang out over the chatter, a wide grin spreading across his face as he stood to clap Jisung on the back. His eyes flicked to you, his grin growing impossibly wider. “And this must be the city girl we’re always hearing about.” His eyes flick to your feet. “The one with fancy heels.”

“Very fancy,” Jeno added, his eyes also dropping to your shoes. 

You roll your eyes and bite back a retort. Instead, you allow them to lead you to their table, which was already sticky with spilt beer and the remnants of forgotten nachos. You perched carefully on the edge of your seat, legs crossed, the hem of your dress riding just a little higher than Jisung would’ve liked. He sat beside you, thigh pressed against yours, one hand lazily draped across the back of your chair, the other resting possessively on your knee. 

Mark raises his bottle toward you. “You’re a good sport for coming out tonight. Most people from the city would’ve run a mile the second they saw the mounted deer heads in here.”

“I’m not that brave,” you let out a playful chuckle, “I gotta say, they’re a little creepy.”

Just then, Jeno leaned in, nodding toward the little crowd gathered near the back of the bar. “You’re just in time. Jaemin’s up.”

All eyes turned toward the mechanical bull, where Jaemin—one of Jisung’s childhood friends, apparently known for his total lack of fear and abundance of poor judgment—was psyching himself up to take on the challenge. The operator hit the switch. The bull kicked into motion.

At first, Jaemin held on surprisingly well. Cheers echoed through the bar as he flailed his free arm dramatically, hamming it up like a true showman.

“Look at him go!” Mark hooted.

“He’s gonna break his tailbone again,” Jeno said around a mouthful of fries.

Then the bull jerked hard left—and Jaemin was launched like a rag doll, landing on his back with a loud thump and an even louder groan.

You visibly winced. “Ouch.”

Chenle caught it. Instantly.

“Aww,” he drawled, tilting his head toward you with a mischievous smirk. “That too rough for you, city girl?”

Jisung didn’t miss a beat. “Watch it.”

That only made Chenle grin wider. “What? I’m just saying, we all know you, she probably can’t handle anything that gets a little rough and tough.”

You turned slowly, lips curling into a sweet, deadly smile. “Is that right?”

Jisung shifted beside you, hand tightening just slightly on your thigh. “Babe…”

But you were already standing.

“Someone sign me up,” you said, downing the last sip of your drink and tossing your coat onto the back of your chair. “I’ll show you what a city girl can handle.”

The boys went feral. Chenle practically howled, Jeno pounded the table, and Mark nearly fell off his chair.

Jisung stared at you, his eyes sharp and teeth tight. “You’re not serious.”

“Oh, I’m dead serious,” you tossed over your shoulder as you made your way toward the pit.

Jisung watched you walk away, his jaw slack. “You guys are so dead if she breaks her ankle.”

You made your way, weaving through the crowd with determination, the clink of your heels on the wood floor cutting through the noise of rowdy laughter and country music. You weren’t doing this for them—not really. This wasn’t about proving something to Chenle or Jeno or any of the wide-eyed boys hollering from the table. This was about you.

You were sick of the looks. The patronising smirks. The constant “city girl” jabs. Like wearing lipstick and spending money on jewellery made you fragile. Soft. Less than.

As you approached the edge of the bull ring, a few older locals, all men, leaned against the rail, beers in hand, smirking like they’d already written you off. 

“Careful up there, sweetheart,” one of them called. “That thing’s mean.” Another one chuckled. “Don’t chip a nail.”

You didn’t even look at them. Didn’t blink. Just climbed the platform with a calm, practised grace, heels disregarded now, your bare feet silent on the rubber mat as you swung one leg over the mechanical animal.

The bull was cool beneath your thighs, the leather seat slightly worn down. You wrapped your fingers around the rope, adjusted your posture, and locked your legs like you’d seen Jaemin do—except you meant business. No theatrics. No flailing limbs or cocky smiles.

The operator raised a brow at you, half amused. “You need me to show you the ropes, Princess?”

“No,” you said. “Start it.”

Behind you, the boys were still hooting—Mark yelling something incoherent, Chenle practically foaming at the mouth—but your eyes stayed fixed forward. Your jaw clenched.

You weren’t here to play cute.

You were here to hold on.

And prove every last one of them wrong.

The bull jolted beneath you with a sudden snap of motion—but you didn’t flinch.

You wrapped your fingers tighter around the rope, feeling its rough texture against your skin. Your legs locking around the bull's body, thighs flexing and back arching to hold on as tight as possible as it bucked and twisted beneath you.

The crowd leaned in, watching as you matched its rhythm with so much control. Every roll of your hips, every sway of your torso—it wasn’t just balance. It was command.

You weren’t holding on for dear life like Jaemin had. You were riding it. Owning it.

And people noticed.

“Holy hell,” someone near the front hissed through clenched teeth. Then a whistle cut through the air, followed by a crude comment that made Jisung’s knuckles go white.

“Damn, whoever she’s riding like that at night is a lucky son of a bitch.”

There were groans, gasps, even a few slow claps as you leaned back just enough to taunt gravity—and won. The hem of your dress rode high along your thighs, pink panties peeking out just enough to tease, your hair whipping around your face. 

Jisung’s jaw locked. He hadn’t taken his eyes off you once. His fingers drumming furiously against the beer bottle in front of him, the other hand clenched in a fist on his thigh. Every lewd comment hit him like a shot to the gut.

Mark leaned in, grinning. “Dude, your girl is killing it.”

Chenle howled beside him, half-laughing, half-stunned. “Woah. I take everything back—she might be the hot—”

“Finish that sentence, Chenle, and I will murder you,” Jiusng deadpans, making his other friends laugh. 

But he wasn’t laughing.

Not even close.

All he could do was watch as you swayed effortlessly on top of that bull, powerful and magnetic, while a sea of half-drunk cowboys who didn’t deserve to look at you muttered under their breath like they were seeing something holy. And they were, except it wasn’t theirs to gawk at. 

His jaw ticked. His eyes stayed locked on you. And his pulse pounded with something that felt a whole lot like possession.

Not because he didn’t want you to ride.

But because they didn’t deserve to watch.

The longer you rode, the tighter Jisung’s grip on his beer bottle hardened. He didn’t care if it smashed and sliced up his skin; nothing would compare to the rage bubbling in the pit of his stomach right now. Every time you shifted, every time your body moved with the bull, your tits bounced, dress rode up, comments flew.

He felt like he couldn’t breathe. 

His chair scraped back across the floor with a harsh screech as he stood, the sound sharp enough to cut through the cheers. His eyes were locked on you—still moving like you belonged up there, and he hated it. He cut across the floor, ignoring the way heads turned as he passed, ignoring the crude commentary still dripping from the lips of too many drunk, wide-eyed men. He had to, if he didn’t, he’s certain he’d be facing an assault charge. 

You caught him approaching from the corner of your eye just as the bull slowed, the operator eyeing Jisung warily. You gripped the rope with one hand and looked down at him, breathless but unbothered. 

“Stop, Y/N,” Jisung growls, his voice carrying over the buzz of the bar. “Get down.”

Your brows lifted, chest still heaving, but before you could answer, a guy at a nearby table—cowboy hat tipped too far back, lips shiny with beer—slurred, “Aw, c’mon, man. Don’t kill the fun!”

“Yeah, man! She’s giving us a show. She’s got that bull beggin’ for mercy,” another slurred voice. Then another: “She’s got me beggin’ for mercy!”

You felt the shift immediately—not in the machine beneath you, but in the room. The energy, the tone. The cheers had morphed into something different. Something gross. Objectifying. Disrespectful.

Your eyes flicked to Jisung.

Standing at the edge of the pit, hands clenched into fists at his sides, jaw tight enough to crack. His eyes burned—worry and anger twisted together behind the fury of protectiveness. You could practically feel it pulsing from him, the way his whole body was saying: Enough.

And that’s when you made your decision.

You swung your leg over the bull and dismounted in one smooth, grounded move. The guys nearby booed. Someone whined, “Aw, c’mon, sweetheart, don’t stop now,” but you ignored them.

Because the only person in the room whose opinion mattered was the one pleading with you. You walked right up to him.

He looked at you, eyes stormy. “You’ve made your point,” he said roughly. “We can leave—”

You didn’t let him finish. Instead, you reached up, tugged his hat off his head, and slid it onto your own, tilting it just so.

His breath hitched.

“I may be a city girl,” you said purposefully loud enough for every invasive man in that dive bar to hear, “but I know the rule…” 

You stepped in closer, chest to chest, your fingers curling around the front of his shirt.

“Wear the hat…” —your voice dropped to a whisper, sultry and teasing as your lips brushed his ear— “…ride the cowboy.”

Jisung’s breath stuttered. A growl curled low in his throat. His hand was on your lower back in a second, guiding you, almost possessively.

“Truck. Now.”

You don’t really remember much after the dive bar—just a blur of quick goodbyes, the creak of Jisung’s truck door, and the hum of tires on gravel. What sticks with you is the way his fingers curled tight around the steering wheel, the hard line of his jaw, and the thick, loaded tension hanging between you as he drove back to his family’s ranch. 

That same tension that followed you up the porch, then slammed you against the living room wall. His mouth on yours—hot, messy, impatient—while old family photos rattled and fell to the floor.

And thank God his parents weren’t home. Because fuck, nothing was going to stop him from making sure you kept your promise.

Ride the cowboy. 

You had no problem putting on a show for every fucker within a five mile radius—so when Jisung hooks your legs around his waist, carries you to his bedroom, and finally gets you naked, exposed and laid out bare for him, he decides he wants a show of his own.

The exclusive one.

The private one. 

The one just for him. 

“Sit on my cock, Y/N,” he says, voice almost pleading but overpowered with a command. 

He’s looking at you, at the mess he’s made you in the last ten minutes with his tongue. You’re completely wrecked—chest falling with shaky breaths, lips swollen, skin flushed and covered in the marks he likes to leave behind. Marks he wishes were permanent. 

Because look, Jisung may be desperate right now, but he’s not selfish with you. Never would be. He always makes sure you cum first—likes to wring you out until you’re trembling—before expecting you to take his cock. 

“Don’t make me beg,” he mutters, leaning in, breath hot against your cheek. “Not tonight. Because I won’t.” 

You pout, teasing, hips shifting to straddle him and make him twitch beneath you as he slides up the bed, resting his back against the headboard. 

“But I like it when you beg.” 

“And I like being the only one who sees your panties,” he bites back, eyes narrowing. “But that didn’t happen tonight, did it?”

Your smirk fades just a little, and he lets out a low growl, hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise. 

“So, sit on my cock, baby,” he says lowly, “Ride me. Because that’s the only way this is going to work tonight.”

You bite down on your lip, fingers wrapping around the base of your boyfriend’s cock as you run him through your dripping folds, teasing his head slick and slow. “God, I think I love it even more when you’re bossy.”

You breathe out—barely a whisper, words all shaky and broken because you sink down on him. Your pussy taking every impaling inch of him inside you through a single motion. Jisung’s head falls back, dilated eyes fluttering closed as his pink lips part on a sharp exhale. 

“Move,” he growls instantly, hand gripping a handful of your ass, fingers digging in hard.

It’s different tonight. Jisung usually likes to take his time. Wants to feel every second of the way you fit around him—loves to savour the stretch. To sit in the feeling of knowing he’s the closest he can possibly be to you before chasing his high. But right now, that isn't that. Now there’s no patience, no softness in his tone.

This isn’t needy. It’s commanding. Dominant. And you’re not about to deny him.

You start to move—gentle at first, just to tease, rolling your hips in lazy circles as you adjust to the full size of him. And the way he watches you… it pulls a needy little sound from the back of your throat.

His eyes are glued on you. Hooded and dark. Jaw locked as he drinks in every inch of your body. The bounce of your thighs, the way your tits move with each grind, the slick drag of your cunt around him—it’s all too much and still not enough.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, fingers digging into your skin, guiding your pace as you start to ride him harder. “Look at you…taking me like that.” 

You toss your head back with a moan, letting his grip take over your rhythm, whilst he watches like he’s mesmerised—obsessed. Because he is. 

His hands slide up your waist, thumbs brushing over your hips before he moves one to your stomach, pressing down just enough for you to feel where he is inside you.

“Right there,” he murmurs, breath catching. “You feel that? That’s mine. All fucking mine. All fucking yours.”

You whimper, grinding down harder as his cock hits that spot that always makes your legs shake. Jisung’s eyes darken even more—half-lidded, smug, wrecked.

“God, you’re so hot,” he sighs, one hand coming up to cup your breast while the other stays pressed to your stomach. “So fuckin’ good at this now.”

“Always been good at this,” you say, breathless, trying your best to stay in control—but that one comment. It has him bucking up suddenly, pulling a sharp gasp from your lips.

“Yeah?” he rasps, voice rough as his hands guide you to ride faster, harder. “You think that’s all you, baby? It’s not. I taught you this.”

Your eyes flutter, the words hitting just as deep as his cock. “Jisung—”

He grins proudly. “I made you this good. Trained you to ride my cock just like that. Look at you—fuck—you take me like you were made for me.” His thumb brushes over your clit, teasing and pressing. “My perfect fucking girl.”

You can’t even form a proper response—just moan and clench around him as you chase your high, the pleasure climbing fast and sharp.

“Remember when you couldn’t even take half of me without crying?” he murmurs, grinning through gritted teeth. 

You lean forward, palms on his chest, moving faster, harder, desperate. "Jisung," you gasp, nails digging into his skin. "I'm close—"

The tension in your body reaches a breaking point. The desperate roll of your hips, the way he hits all the right spots—it’s too much. And then, fuck, it hits. The pleasure crashes over you, your pussy trembling, clenching around him like a vice. You collapse forward into his neck, kissing along the curve of his skin as you whine, your orgasm rippling through you, gripping tight around his cock.

But Jisung doesn’t stop. He holds your hips in place, groaning as your walls flutter around him, his cock continuing to slide in and out of your pussy with a punishing force. 

“Don’t fucking stop,” he rasps, his breath hot against your ear. “Keep going, baby. Keep riding your cowboy like you promised.”

You can barely catch your breath, but his words push you forward. You force yourself to keep moving, keep meeting his thrusts even as your body trembles, still sensitive from your orgasm. His cock stays hard inside you, unforgiving, and his hands guide your every motion—pushing you to put on a show for him—for him alone.

“Fuck,” he groans again, his eyes locked on the way your body bounces over him. “Atta girl, Make it good for me.”

Your legs are burning from the effort, but you won’t disappoint him. You want him to feel as good as you do. So you push yourself harder, your hips rolling down onto him with all the control you can muster. The wet, slick sounds of your movements mix with the breathless moans escaping your lips. 

Jisung’s hands slip down lower, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing small, teasing circles that have you gasping. It’s as if he’s trying to kill you with the over-stimulation, and with the way he looks at you, you know—this is his way of punishing you for how mad he was earlier.

“I fucking love the way you ride me, Y/N,” he whispers, his voice rough. “You’re so fucking perfect—Fuck… I’m gonna cum,” he groans. His hands move to your waist, pulling you down harder against him, forcing you to take him deeper.

“Please,” you rasp, breathless. “I want to feel you… all of you.”

His hips thrust upward, meeting yours as he struggles to hold off any longer. With a final, guttural groan, his entire body tenses, and he cums deep inside you, holding you in place. You feel him pulse, his cock twitching as he rides out his orgasm, each throb shooting thick ropes of his cum inside you. His breath is fast, uneven, and his eyes are completely consumed by the sight of you, by the way your body moves with his.

He pulls you close, letting you collapse against him completely as a lazy smile spreads across his face. “Fuck, baby, what have you done to me?” he murmurs, “I think you’re gonna have to ride me every time we fuck from now on.”

Now that doesn’t sound like a bad idea…

[ayyy-pee]

𝕆𝕌𝕋𝕃𝔸𝕎

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Pairing: Outlaw!Suguru Geto x Female Reader Genre: Western AU WC: 8.7k Summary:

“Gettin’ train tickets ain’t easy. Where ya headed?” “Just a few towns over. Goin’ to visit family,” you explain, now more relaxed with him. Something about the way he was able to soothe your nerves makes Suguru feel proud. It also is making him clearly insane, because some sick part of Suguru begins to think he could be your family. If you’ll let him. “What about you?” His brows shoot up in surprise. Why would you want to know about him? “Me?” You nod quickly. “I know you’re…” You lean forward and Suguru mirrors the action as shivers race up his spine when you whisper scandalously, “...an outlaw.”

Story Warning: Train robbery, hostage situation, lying and scheming, profanity bc bitch it's me??, dub-con, Suguru has a corruption kink, needy downbad Suguru, "virgin" reader, guns, smut, blowjob, riding, fingering, spit, thinking about spitting, i love spit, dirty fantasies, titty sucking probably, using ropes, hair pulling (lmfaooooo), threats of violence, dirty talk, inexperienced reader, spit!, overstimulation, humiliation kink, Suguru is kinda pathetic, actually real pathetic, don't get your hopes up idk

Artist Credit: @/tsumusbeloved (on twitter)

A/N: FINALLYYYYY. This has been sitting in my drafts for like 3 months!!! I hope yall enjoy!!!

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It’s the shrill screech of the metal meeting metal on the train tracks that Suguru enjoys most about his work. How this massive tank of metal carrying so many people can just fly across the country, providing beautiful views of miles and miles of desert sands and mountains. The wildlife roams free on the frontier without a care in the world. And the train just keeps going, filling the sky with thick curls of black smoke.

Yeah, this train has many people on it.

Which means, this train has plenty of goods that will soon be his.

“Ah, you dropped your hat, boss.” A smooth voice speaks behind Suguru, holding open the train door as one other clambers in. Suguru kindly grabs his hat from the man, placing it atop his head as he watches his partner take the last person’s hand, lifting them inside.

It’s a woman, small and with strawberry blonde hair. She grabs onto the man before her. The disgust is clear on her face as her eyes roam along his body.

“Couldn’t pick another day to wear no shirt, Larue?” She complains, spreading a small cloud of dust as she brushes her clothes off.

Larue shrugs, chuckling lightly while he closes the train door. The rushing roar of the winds finally subsides. “It’s hot as all hell outside, Manami. Why not be shirtless? Besides, it gives everyone something spectacular to gawk at.” He motions towards his chest where his new set of ink lies – two hearts, one where each of his nipples are.

“A drunken bet gone right, if you ask me,” Larue had said the night after. “They’re gonna love these at the whorehouse.”

“If you two’re finished…” Suguru begins. Both Larue and Manami straighten up. “I wanna get in ‘n outta here. No funny business. Larue, take the back of the train. Better for you to be there in case the conductor gets any ideas. Grab what ‘ya can get your hands on – jewels, shoes, money. Don’t matter.” Suguru taps his chin in thought, running through his mental list to make sure he hasn’t forgotten anything. “Oh! And don’t forget to check the bars for any spoons or forks. Y’know what that silver’s worth. Me ‘n Manami will take the front of the train.”

Larue nods, no further instruction needed and Manami smiles next to him excitedly. She quickly shuffles over to Suguru’s side, looping her arm through his and Suguru rolls his eyes before slipping his arm out of her hold. Manami shoots him a pouty look before she quickly recovers, folding her arms over her chest.

“Alright, Boss. I’m ready.” She says with a hushed tone. Larue gives one more nod before he turns around and heads the opposite way. He slides the door slightly ajar, peering inside and just after he enters and the door has been shut and locked, Suguru and Manami hear the muffled shrieks of the passengers in the car.

“Hands in the fucking air! This is a stick up!”

Suguru peers down at Manami who is already staring up at him with eager eyes. And it takes everything in Suguru to not roll his eyes in response. She really gets on his last nerve.

‘I gotta get rid of her after this one,’ he thinks as he moves past the woman and into the opposite end of the train.

He slips through the door, closing it quietly behind Manami once she’s in. No one bothers to look up when they come in and Suguru counts his lucky stars that this will be easier than he anticipated. They make their way along the aisle, offering soft smiles to the passengers that happen to look up as they pass. Suguru thinks there’s nothing but a bunch of carefree monkeys too relaxed and stupid as all hell on this train. They don’t even know what’s coming and if they know what’s good for them, they won’t bother to fight back when they find out.

He lets Manami do the work of maintaining a mental checklist of every item worth its salt in this train car. This is where he’ll leave Manami to do her part. Then Suguru will take the final car where the stragglers usually reside. Larue is already taking care of everything in the back. When he’s done, he’ll pile up all the goods in an empty car and then make his rounds to grab what Manami and Suguru collect.

When they reach the end of the current car, Suguru turns to Manami who is already reaching into her blouse. She beams, eyes locked on Suguru as she slowly pulls out a pretty little Colt’s revolver. Her lips pull up at the corners, a sly grin on her face. If it’s meant to be alluring to Suguru, it’s not working. In fact it’s having the opposite effect. It’s so annoying, the way her pupils dilate when she looks at him. It’s only been a few months since Manami joined their group, but it’s only getting worse for Suguru. She spends half her time trying to seduce him and failing. And it’s not that Manami is unattractive. She’s a very beautiful woman, but she’s not exactly Suguru’s type.

He’s looking for someone a bit more…inexperienced when it comes to this life of crime. Someone he can mold into his ideal woman, untouched by the roughness that west has to offer. Manami has been doing this for far too long, and already has habits that consistently get under Suguru’s skin. She’d never interest him that way.

The pink haired woman flashes Suguru her gun, pointing her chin towards the last car as a signal for him to go on. Suguru nods, spinning on his heel and heading towards his destination. And just in time too, because he hears the door on the other end of the train car close and he knows Larue has finished and has come to assist Manami.

The train car slides shut behind Suguru right as he hears the passengers scream in the car behind him. It’s louder than the first instance and catches the attention of the passengers in his car who now stare at him with wide eyes, mouths agape like a sea of fish.

Suguru rubs the nape of his neck, frowning. Then, offering a goofy grin, he mutters, “Ah well…” He reaches behind him, wrapping his nimble fingers around the cool, wooden handle tucked into his waistband. He whips out his revolver, the sun glaring off of the fancy gold weapon as Suguru aims it at the passengers who all shriek in terror. The women clutch their jewels. The men hold onto their women. And Suguru? He laughs raucously before he barks out, “Put ‘em up!”

- - - - - -

It’s a little surprising how easily the heist goes, but Suguru tries not to give it too much thought. You start thinking something’s gonna go wrong and it damn sure will. While Manami is guiding passengers into the back cars, Larue has the conductor held hostage, locked away with threats of a bullet to his skull unless he continues driving. He’d only shown his face and quickly hid away in his cabin when Suguru told him to use his fucking brain unless he wanted it splattered across the window.

Now, Suguru finds himself roaming the cabin to see if there are any stragglers. And there is one. A very beautiful woman, at that. There you sit, in the last seat of the train car. He slowly makes his way over to you. Suguru thinks you must be some type of saloon girl. Your pretty little dress and waist neatly cinched in a leather corset is the giveaway. He glances over his shoulder, just to be sure this cabin is empty, only to find that it truly is only himself and you left. He hates having to wrangle the stragglers. That’s Manami and Larue’s job. And Suguru hates it even more when they’re not doing it.

He tightens the grip on his gun, turning to give you an earful until his eyes meet yours. They’re so wide and glistening, like you’re on the verge of tears. Your lips are quivering, your bottom lip protruding in a pout. It reminds him of the look Manami gave him just before the heist started. Except when coming from you, for some reason, it’s bringing out a different reaction. 

His heart rate quickens, and Suguru’s hands suddenly feel clammy and not from the heat in this train car. He can feel sweat beginning to bead on his forehead and he has to swallow to quell the dryness that’s forming in his throat. Then he’s tucking his weapon away into his holster and moving towards you.

“I beg your pardon, ma’am,” Suguru speaks calmly as he takes the seat in front of you. You peer up at him, with apparent fear in your eyes and he wants nothing more than to see that look disappear. Usually, he’d use force to get you out and rounded up with the rest of the passengers. He’s not sure why, but there’s something about you that makes Suguru want to take care of you. “Why didn’t you leave with the rest of the crowd?” He questions.

You’re fidgeting with the fabric of your dress in your lap, visibly shaken even as Suguru removes his hat and sets it on the seat in front of you before he sits down.

“I–” you clear your throat and bite down on your lip, seemingly to calm your nerves. 

“I’m not gonna hurt ya, ma’am,” he tells you softly, reassuring you. “Just wonderin’.” Suguru takes this time to drink in your features – how soft you look, the way your body so beautifully fills that dress of yours, how you’ve got a face that will be burned into his memory long after this encounter.

And for some reason, it also feels as if it was burned into his memory long before this encounter. There’s a familiarity about you that Suguru can’t quite place. He’s certain he’s seen your face somewhere. He had been through many saloons and brothels in his time traveling the frontier. Perhaps he had run into you in one of the many establishments he frequented? 

No. No, Suguru would remember if he saw a woman who looked like you in any of those places. You would have easily stood out in the crowd. He would have called you up to his room on any of those nights. 

You bite down on your lip as you stare at Suguru. As afraid as you look, you don’t break eye contact. To see you so stricken with fear, and yet you steadily look him in the eye without blinking. You show courage even when faced with danger, and it does something to him. 

The look on your face has him picturing all sorts of things about you and he doesn’t even know your name.

“I was afraid,” you mutter quietly. 

Thankfully so, because Suguru was just about to begin imagining a life outside of crime with you. Which is shocking in and of itself. Three minutes of simply staring at you had him visualizing a future on the prairie hanging laundry on the line while you fed the cattle.

‘Keep it together.’

“Don’t be scared. I’m not gonna hurt nobody,” Suguru reassures you again. He tries to calm your nerves with a smile which seems to work because he sees you visibly exhale. You return his gesture with a small smile of your own, and his imagination runs wild once more.

“Promise?” You ask, Suguru’s smile widens. 

‘Cute,’ he thinks. He wants to see more of those. “I promise, sweetheart.”

He can hear the way you huff, something between a laugh and a sigh of relief. And Suguru finds himself becoming more and more infatuated with you as he keeps the conversation going.

“Gettin’ train tickets ain’t easy. Where ya headed?”

“Just a few towns over. Goin’ to visit family,” you explain, now more relaxed with him. Something about the way he was able to soothe your nerves makes Suguru feel proud.

It also is making him clearly insane, because some sick part of Suguru begins to think he could be your family. If you’ll let him.

“What about you?”

His brows shoot up in surprise. Why would you want to know about him? “Me?”

You nod quickly. “I know you’re…” You lean forward and Suguru mirrors the action as shivers race up his spine when you whisper scandalously, “...an outlaw.”

He leans back, rubbing his chin thoughtfully while he purses his lips together. His gaze is locked onto you because he wonders if you’re up to something. If you’re not as sweet and innocent as you look. But when you lean back and flutter your lashes at him, he begins to doubt it. That sweet face of yours is a rare one to see on this side of the wild west; beautiful and unscarred. You don’t look like you’ve been exposed to anything more dangerous than a thunderstorm. And it’s arousing. The air of innocence that you carry has Suguru shifting in his seat, his pants suddenly feeling tighter.

This is exactly what he’s been wanting. Someone opposite of Manami, someone who is interested in his life, but not involved with crime in the least. As far as he can tell, you’re clean as a whistle. And Suguru likes to think he’s good at reading people.

“Never seen a outlaw before?” He drawls. You shake your head, back to messing around nervously with your dress.

“Never,” you answer softly, batting those pretty, long lashes at him. “Only seen ‘em on signs. Wanted…dead, or alive.”

Oh, you really are sheltered.

“Well, now you’ve seen one in person.” Suguru combs his fingers through his dark tresses, grinning like his criminal status is one to be proud of. To him, he supposes it is. “What d’ya think?”

You do that lip biting thing that Suguru is beginning to realize he finds cute. Maybe it’s a nervous tick, but this time it seems it’s to be you holding back a smile. Everything you do is cute to him. Everything you do is sweet, innocent, arousing.

“I…” You lean forward in your seat again, and whether you realize it or not, it gives Suguru a perfect view of the swell of your breasts. It’s a struggle to keep his focus on your face when your skin looks so smooth, and unmarred, perfect. Those plush lips of yours whisper, “...I think it’s exciting.”

He can only think one thought in this moment.

He wants to ruin you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s excitin’ about it?” He asks, though he has an idea what it is. The travel, not being tied down to anyone or anything, the freedom this life provides. It’s what they all say when they try to make small talk. “Pretty girl like you can’t possibly know nothin’ about this life.”

You inhale deeply, leaning back in your seat and Suguru watches closely, the way your chest rises and falls with the breath. “Well, I never seen a outlaw in person. Surely never spoke to one. And…” You purse your lips together, like you’re contemplating if you should say the next thing. But you do anyway. “I just never thought a outlaw could be so pretty.”

His eyes widen, the corners of his lips rising with a goofy grin. “Pretty?” He chuckles, combing his fingers through his hair again. “You really think so?”

He’s been called a lot of things, but pretty is not one of them.

“Yep. Look at ya.” You stand, moving quickly to cross the small gap between you both and take a seat next to him. You reach for his arm, then hesitate, pulling back for a second. You peer up at Suguru, silently asking permission and he nods. Your fingers ghost along his forearm, over his bicep, along his neck where his Adam's apple bobs with a gulp, and then your hand is cupping his cheek. Your trail leaves behind a trail of goosebumps.

And Suguru’s pants grow tighter.

Suguru has had his fair share of women and men alike during his time as a felon. But you’re particularly tempting. He’s not sure he’s ever wanted someone as badly as he wants you right now and it’s been all of ten minutes in this train car together. But any minute now, his crew is going to come through those doors and tell him they’re ready to go. And then Suguru will have to leave and the chances of him seeing you ever again are slim to none. 

But on the bright side, the chances of him seeing you again are slim to none. It’s a little sudden, but you seem like you want him with the way you’re feeling him up right about now. Maybe you'd let him bury his cock as deep as he can go, fuck you until you’re screaming his name, begging and crying on his cock. Then he’ll fill you with his seed, maybe leave a baby in you to remember him by if you’re lucky and then he’ll grab his spoils with Larue and the rest and go. Then he'll never see you again. 

This desert is far and wide. He’d have you today, then never have to face you again for the rest of his life. A woman like you? You'll be just fine. A pretty face and an even prettier smile. Though he thinks you're a bit naive. Have to be to be sitting here chatting with him like he’s some gentleman you met on a leisurely trip to see your relatives. Regardless, there will be some poor fool out there that'll be happy to have you after he's had his way with you.

‘Weren’t you just daydreaming about settling down with this woman?’

“Pretty eyes,” you hum, pulling Suguru from his filthy fantasies. “Nice skin, pretty lips. Just…very pretty.” Your thumb caresses his skin and his eyes can't help but notice the way your gaze is locked to his lips. He pokes his tongue out, watching your eyes widen just slightly at the motion, as he runs the wet muscle along his lips. And he’s right back in his head, thinking of all the ways he could have you.

There’s no mistaking the thick tension filling the room at this moment. Like a lightning bolt hitting the same spot repeatedly. Each stroke of your fingers along his cheek only intensifies the mood. Suguru’s lips curl into a teasing smirk, and yours into one that matches. “Why do I feel like you're trouble?” He says.

Your smile widens, and like a magnet, Suguru finds himself slowly being drawn closer and closer to you. Even as a soft laugh falls from your lips, his mind is wiped clean of all thoughts that don't consist of you.

“Me? That’s funny comin’ from a outlaw like yourself,” you mutter just as you close the distance between you, pressing your lips teasingly to Suguru's. They barely touch, truly a ghost of a touch but Suguru still has to swallow down the moan that damn near bursts from his chest the second your mouth was close enough to his.

You pull away suddenly, covering your lips as you lean away, your eyes wide with worry. “‘m sorry.”

“What are you apologizin’ for?” Suguru asks, scooting closer.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into me…I just…” You’re back to fidgeting with your dress again, and Suguru places a large hand over yours to stop the movement. “You’re a criminal, and I’m just me. I shouldn’t even be talkin’ to you.” You stare up at him with wide eyes, and fuck he wants you.

You look so sweet, so pure looking at him like that. And he feels a little like a piece of shit because while you’re looking at him with probably innocent thoughts floating around in your head, he’s thinking about how he’d love nothing more than to cover your face in his seed.

“I’m not a bad guy,” Suguru lies easily. “Have I done bad things?” He shrugs, because he’s done way too many terrible things to count. Better not to give a real answer to that one. “But I’m enjoyin’ our conversation. The kiss was just a perk. Wouldn’t mind it if it happened again. I’d gladly accept it.”

“But…I don’t even know you…”

‘All the better,’ is what he wants to say, but instead, he tells you, “And that’s fine. Listen–” he squeezes your hand gently. “Best part of bein’ a criminal is that I just do what I want. Don’t gotta ask permission for nothin’.”

Your eyes swim with curiosity. “It’s that easy?”

“Yep. Do what makes ya feel good, sweetheart.”

You still don’t look convinced, and if this next question doesn’t work, Suguru will have no choice but to tie you up and dump you in the other train car with the rest of the hostages. He doesn’t have much time to waste trying to get you just to kiss him.

“Lemme ask ya…did you like kissin’ me?”

He knows he should be worrying about the heist, not some pretty face distracting him from the job. But when you speak again, he tells himself the job can go to hell.

“Yes…but…I got scared. I– I’ve only done some things with a man…” you admit quietly. “And I’m not too good at it.”

Fuck. He has to have you.

“That’s not a problem, sweetheart,” he reassures you, and you beam.

Your hand grasps onto Suguru’s, squeezing tightly. “Really?”

He nods. “I don’t got much time before I gotta leave, but I can show ya some things real quick.”

“You’ll show me? How to do things?” Your voice is eager, so ready. Suguru is finding it hard to contain how much you’re turning him on right now. “Like kissin’ and…y’know other stuff?”

“What kinda stuff?” He asks, because he wants you to say it. Wants to know how far you’re willing to go if you’ve never done a damn thing before. You pinch your lips together, turning your head away shyly. But Suguru gently cups your chin, turning you to look at him again.

“What kinda stuff?” He repeats. “Tell me.”

“Stuff…that makes a man…y’know…”

He grins, tauntingly. “Enlighten me,” he whispers.

“Stuff to make a man…” you worry your lip between your teeth. “...feel good.”

Oh hell. 

What type of good deeds has Suguru done to find himself here? With someone as virtuous as you, who is asking him of all people to show you how to please him? He has half a mind to tell you no. He’s got shit to do and his partners are bound to come looking for him any minute. But his cock is screaming within the confines of his pants to get into those undergarments of yours. And there’s no argument to be had here. 

He’s listening to his dick.

Suguru crashes his lips to yours, swallowing up the yelp that escapes you from the sudden kiss. “I’ll teach ya whatever ya want, pretty girl.” He groans into your mouth. 

He kisses you hard, but slowly, giving you time to catch up. You’re a little slow to pick up, but you get there. Your lips slot against his, fingers slipping into his hair and holding on tight, making Suguru groan into the kiss once more.

“We don’t got a lotta time,” he breathes against you.

You nod, pulling away to look up at him. “What d’ya want?”

You.

He needs you – bent over the passenger seat and holding onto the bar sitting atop it while he fucks you from behind. He needs you sitting on his face, needs your hand around his length. But he’s looking at your face again, so desperate for instruction. Looks at your lips, swollen from the little bit of kissing you’ve been doing. And he knows exactly what he needs in this moment.

“Ever had a cock in your mouth?” He shifts, sitting back against the seat.

You shake your head.

“Ever touched one?”

Another shake of your head.

“What have you done?”

You hum, thinking only for a short time before you answer. “Kissed.”

What fucking luck.

Doesn’t matter what they score off the train today. This is the biggest reward of all.

“Good,” Suguru says, tugging your hand until you stand. With a grin, he guides you to the floor until you’re sitting up on your knees. “There won’t be another man who’s had ya then. I’ll show ya how to please me, make me feel good.” 

You nod, and Suguru can’t believe how easy this was as he fumbles with his belt, quickly undoing the buckle. He yanks his pants down, along with his underwear. Only to his knees. He wants to be able to get up quickly if needed. Suguru’s dick sits against his stomach, fat and long, with a harsh red tip that leaks with precum. He peers down at you, your eyes honed in on his length.

“Touch it,” he whispers encouragingly.

Your eyes meet as you move, your hands wrapping around Suguru tenderly, pulling a hiss from him. You hold his length like it’s a foreign object, and he supposes it is to you since it’s the first time you’ve done. Suguru grits his teeth, bringing a hand up to your fist. You’re simply touching him and his dick is throbbing in your grip.

“Move your hand…up ‘n down,” he tells you. “Like this.” He guides you, helping to move your hand in slow and light pumps until you’ve found a rhythm that works. His head falls back as the pleasure takes over. “Ahhh–shit, just like that, pretty girl.”

“It’s so big…” you sigh, licking your lips as you stroke his cock slowly.

From here, Suguru is certain he has a perfect view of you. Eyes wide and curious while you observe every ridge and vein running along his length. It turns him on beyond measure, his hips jerking upward in your grasp. 

“Damn,” he moans, fucking himself into your hands. For someone with no experience, you hold his dick just right. He never knew a woman’s touch could feel this good, but you’re a natural talent. You stroke him so good, his mouth falls slack as he lets himself enjoy the feeling of your hands around him. But you surprise him, just as you’ve been doing all this time, his eyes snapping open just in time to watch you lick from the base of his length all the way to the tip, teasing the slit with your tongue and lapping up the bead of precum that sits there.

“It’s salty,” you giggle before you kiss down his shaft, bringing your attention to his balls, kissing and licking the two orbs teasingly. Suguru inhales sharply, eyes rolling to the back of his head as the sensation makes his head swim with pleasure. Especially when your hand wraps around Suguru’s length again, pumping him up and down, slowly as you continue to lap at his balls.

“You’re already so good at this,” Suguru pants heavily.

“I am?” 

He can hear the excitement in your voice, so eager to please him. It turns him on knowing that you’re trying so hard to make him feel good. He wonders if you can feel his cock throb in your hands.

“So fucking good,” he praises you, loving the way you hum against him.

“Can I put it in my mouth?” You ask sweetly, squeezing your hands around his cock.

“God, please.”

When you take Suguru into the warmth of your mouth, you hum around him, and the vibrations make him shiver, back arching off of the seat. His palm finds the back of your head, his hips rolling up so he can shove his cock as far as possible without hurting you. He’s gentle at first. You’ve never done this before, after all. He wants to give you the time you need to adjust, though he can’t afford to give you too much. Which seems to be just fine, because just like before, you catch on quickly. You take his cock damn near to the base, and you take it so well, relaxing your throat for him so it’s easy. 

“Could fuck this pretty little mouth all day,” Suguru grunts, pumping into you. “So goddamn good.” The sound of his balls slapping against your chin as he fucks your face has his legs trembling, pleasure shooting straight up his spine. He wants to grab your head and push you down further, make you swallow all of him until he blows his load down your throat, then make you swallow that, too. But he doesn’t want to cum just yet.

He craves more from you. He needs more from you.

You hum again, sending another vibration through him as your fingers come up, caressing his balls. And Suguru squeezes his eyes shut, trying so hard not to cum. “Ah– shit, shit!” He pushes at your shoulders, forcing you off of him with a loud and wet pop. You look rather pleased with yourself, smiling when you see his red cheeks and the way he rapidly tries to catch his breath.

Like he noted before. You’re trouble.

“Fuck, you’re fuckin�� perfect,” he gasps, staring at your chin dripping with saliva and his juices. Suguru watches through hooded eyes as you swipe it away. He could watch you on your knees all day, taking his cock down your throat time and time again. But unfortunately, time is not on his side today. He needs to hurry it up.

“C’mere, pretty,” he calls for you, taking your hand. You stand, waiting for your next instruction as Suguru leans forward in his seat. His hands find your waist, pulling you close enough that he can press a kiss to your stomach before he leans back again. “Pull up your skirt for me.”

“Okay…” you agree, shakily. You reach for the hem of your skirt, pulling the layers of fabric as high as it’ll go. Suguru always hated these damn dresses. It’s like digging for gold trying to get through every damn piece of clothing. But eventually, you get to the end, revealing your bare thighs to him. Soft, plush, beautiful. But what he’s truly interested in remains concealed by your underwear.

Suguru swallows hard before he drags his finger along your clothed pussy, grinning when your thighs tremble just barely. His gaze glides back up your form until they rest on your face, watching as your mouth falls open with a silent moan. 

Hard to believe you’ve never been touched here. Also, so very arousing to think you’ve never been touched here. He thanks his lucky stars that you’re allowing him to be the first.

He slips his finger into the fabric, his slender fingers quickly finding your slit and sliding along your folds. He sucks in a sharp breath when he feels how soaked you are. He briefly brushes a finger against your entrance, pausing when he feels you tense up.

“Might hurt a little,” he warns as softly as he can manage right now. But you whisper, “go ahead”, hands coming to rest on his shoulders as he dips his finger into your pussy, biting back a moan when he feels your soft walls clench down on his hand. It’s tight, as expected but he moves slowly, pulling back every so often to work his way further.

You whimper above him, squeezing his shoulders as your breaths come rapidly while Suguru pumps his finger in and out of your hole. Your bottom lip sits between your teeth, and your brows are knitted together.

You’re enjoying this. 

And he’s enjoying watching you.

Suguru presses his thumb to your clit, slowly circling the sensitive nub. Dark eyes lock with yours as his other hand finds the top of your dress where he hooks his fingers into the cups and pulls it down. Your breasts spill out of the fabric and your breath hitches when the air caresses your nipples. Suguru kneads the soft flesh, his thumb swiping across one of the hardened buds. 

“Ahhh, yes,” you moan, your voice barely above a whisper. Your head falls back with a loud gasp as Suguru slips another finger into you. 

“Bein’ real good for me,” he coos. His dick grows painfully harder as he slowly thrusts his fingers inside of you, while his thumb stimulates your clit. He’s panting trying to hold himself together while he preps you for what he wants next. Your hips move on their own, riding Suguru’s hand, chasing your high. 

“Feel good?” He grunts, fingers slipping into you over and over, curling inside, and hitting your sweet spot and you can’t help but to gasp quietly each time Suguru touches it. 

“Y-yes, feels incredible,” you whine.

Suguru’s eyes are locked on your center where he watches his fingers disappear into your cunt over and over, your slick coating his hand more with each thrust. It only adds to Suguru’s struggle to keep it together as he ignores the pulsing need of his cock. Your pleasured moans and the squelching sound of your dripping pussy fill the space of the train car.

“I’m–” you breathe harshly against him and he feels your walls squeeze down on his digits. You’re close already.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart?” Suguru’s fingers dip into you faster. His eyes linger on your face as his thumb rubs tight circles on the sensitive bud between your legs. Your eyes flutter closed, mouth hanging open as a delicious moan rushes past your lips, your grip on Suguru’s shoulders tightening so much it stings. But he loves it, loves feeling your pussy squeezing down on his fingers, sucking them deeper as your release crashes over you until he can feel your cum dripping down his fingers and into his palm as he keeps pumping into you.

Suguru sighs as he stares at his fingers, slowly pulling them from you. He licks his lips, admiring his slick covered hand.

He’s never taken the time to just enjoy the moment with anyone. Never cared much to please a woman. It’s easier for him to just get himself off and high tail it out of there. No attachment to these ladies, no reason to stick around. But what is it about you that makes him want to see all the ways your body is capable of falling apart? Because it’s a beautiful sight to behold. 

“Outlaw…” you murmur, slipping your undergarments down your legs until you’re able to kick them off. You push Suguru back by the shoulders, lifting your skirt so that you can easily maneuver into his lap. His hands find your hips beneath your dress as you straddle him, and his thumbs caress the soft skin gently.

“Yeah, beautiful?”

So beautiful. He can’t stop staring at you and your eyes, glazed over with desire. You lean forward, the heat from between your legs making Suguru’s length twitch. It lightly taps your core and you gasp. Your hands clutch onto the bar that runs along the top of the train seat, one on each side of his head. Suguru’s palms glide around to your backside, squeezing the flesh of your ass. You brush your nose against his, soft breaths mingling with his as you whisper, “make love to me, outlaw…” just before your lips touch.

And Suguru’s groaning into your mouth, because this kiss is different. It’s hungry, hot, full of want and need. It’s sloppy and rushed, because you’re both aware of the time crunch you’re in. It’s intoxicating, addicting, the way he never wants to stop kissing you. To hell with the heist.

“Ready for me, pretty girl?” Suguru pants, a hand gripping his cock. He can feel the heat of your pussy radiating off of you and it makes him all the more eager to have you.

Your eyes are wide, filled with something Suguru thinks may be excitement. He’s not sure he sees any hesitation or fear behind your eyes. You want him badly, it’s clear as day. He wants you just as badly, if not more. So he positions himself at your entrance, nudging your hole gently with his tip. 

A small whimper slips past your lips, and Suguru kisses you sweetly. “It’s only gonna hurt for a second,” he coos. “Promise…”

He kisses you again, muttering, “I’m pushin’ in…” against your lips.

You close your eyes, teeth digging into your bottom lip as Suguru rolls his hips forward, slowly sinking his tip into your pussy, only stopping when you let out a harsh breath.

“‘S a tight fit,” he murmurs through gritted teeth. An understatement. Your pussy is gripping him with so much force, he’s struggling to breathe. You’re holding him hostage within your walls and the feeling has him tightening his hold on your ass. “You alright?”

Because he wants to make sure it feels good for you, too. Your pleasure is his. Which is a whole new feeling for him in and of itself. He’s aware of how the tables have turned. What started as him wanting to show you ways to please him, turned into him desperate to please you. But he likes it that way.

You nod, moaning quietly when Suguru keeps moving forward. “Ohhh…” 

“God, this pussy is so fuckin’ –” he can’t even finish his sentence. He needs to focus all his attention on not cumming already.

You take him all the way to the base, moaning loudly when you fully sink onto him. Your grip tightens around the bar, steadying yourself as Suguru lifts you by your ass before pulling you back down on him, so slowly. “Fuuuck–” he groans. He thrusts into you at a leisurely pace, slow and controlled, giving you time to adjust to his size. 

But his kisses…they’re rough. Such a contrast to the way he’s fucking you right now. The pleasure is overwhelming to Suguru, and when your tongue slips into his mouth, it’s him that’s whimpering now, thrusting just a little faster, a little harder.

“Damn, you take my cock so good, pretty girl–” he growls into your mouth. “Love the way you ride me.” He smacks your ass hard, eyes falling to your breast, bouncing up and down with the rhythm of his thrusts. He takes one into his mouth, greedily lapping at your nipple, nipping and sucking and loving the way your cries get louder.

“Oh my god, fuck!”

“Ride my cock, pretty. You already do it so good. Wanna see you ride me.” Suguru groans. He releases his hold on you, hands coming up to play with your breasts while you bounce wildly on his dick. He lifts your dress, relishing the view of his length, glistening with your slick, vanishes into your tight cunt over and over. “Shiiiitttt…”

You slip a hand into his tresses, pulling hard and forcing him away from your nipples. You pull so hard Suguru has to close his eyes because the sensation sends goosebumps igniting across his body. That, combined with the way you keep taking him to the tip before slamming down on his cock repeatedly. Fuck, you’re a quick learner.

Your pussy is what it feels like every single time he pulls off a heist successfully. Like fucking heaven. And he never wants to leave it.

His eyes flutter open, just enough to see your breasts bouncing with every rise and fall of your hips. Your velvety walls hug him tight, so fucking good, Suguru thinks he'd like to be able to have you all the time. Hell, he has half a mind to take you with him once they’re off this damned train. Being able to have you like this any time he wants, watch your body come undone under him, on top of him, in any position you’ll let him have you. He’d even give up this outlaw life if you wanted him to. Settle down, start a family if that’s what you wanted. The thought of it makes Suguru more excited than he’ll ever admit.

Each time your pussy sucks him back in, begging for him to cum, he can suddenly picture a life outside of this. Each time those sexy little noises fall from your sweet lips, he can suddenly envision raising a family with you, building himself a life where he's able to hear those sounds any time he desires. 

He lets his mind drift to these fantasies while he can, enjoying the feeling of you and the sounds you gift him with. 

There's a fire pooling in his belly, growing hotter each time his balls meet your ass. He's gonna blow his load here any second. And he can't wait. He wants to cum inside your walls, wants to thrust himself so deep into you that there's no way you're not carrying his child when he's done. Least you'll have something to remember him by if you tell him you don’t want shit to do with him after this. A sweet woman like you with a wanted felon? Of course you’d prefer to get your rocks off while you can and move on. Which is fine.

Because Suguru is gonna remember you, anyway. He’ll remember the way you squeeze around him, the way you moan the little nickname you’ve given him, the way your cunt feels fucking unlike any other woman’s. You’ve got him mesmerized. 

So much so, that he doesn't even notice the cool press of steel against the center of his forehead. 

“Ohhh,” you moan, whimpering, “Please…please…will you put a baby inside me, outlaw?” 

It’s like you read his mind, and Suguru’s eyes snap open, balls tightening as his release threatens to come at any moment. But then his eyes see the stiffness in your arm, see the glimmer of metal as the sunlight reflects off it through the windows, and he finally realizes you've got his gun to his head, and maybe that’s actually why his balls are tightening. You’ve got this wicked grin on your flushed face as you keep riding him. Hard, fast, walls squeezing him in a vice grip. And he can't do shit but let his eyes roll to the back of his head, let his pleasure race straight down his spine and into his balls as his release shoots from his cock before he has a chance to get ahold of himself.

But you don’t let him get a drop inside, lifting yourself smoothly off his lap just as fat, hot streams of cum land messily in his lap and on his stomach. Suguru’s gasping for air, still struggling to figure out what the fuck is going on. And you don’t give him a second to catch his breath, to let his mind catch up before you’re wrapping your hand around his cock again, squeezing and stroking his length until he’s so overstimulated his jaw is cramping up from how hard he’s gritting his teeth to keep from crying out.

“What the fuck are you ahhh–” you run your thumb over his leaking tip, your eyes alight with joy when his hips buck up automatically, legs trembling as you keep pumping him, though his balls are beyond empty. 

You tsk, shaking your head as you press the barrel of the gun harder against his skin. “Where’s that sweet outlaw from before?” You drawl.

Your voice has changed. No longer soft spoken, shy and sweet. The hardness of your tone tells Suguru all he needs to know. The memories come flooding back. And now he realizes why you looked so familiar when he first laid eyes on you. 

Your face has been plastered on wanted posters in damn near every town he and his partners have stopped in. Murder, robbery, drunkenness, prison escape, cheating at cards. All the crimes that should have you in the town square hanging, you’re wanted for. Somehow, you’ve managed to never get caught.

How could he have let his guard down? How could he have fucked up this badly?

‘Thinking with your dick. That’s how.’

“Guess it takes an outlaw to know one,” He grits out, nostrils flared with fury. He can only hope his crew comes through those doors soon, though it’ll be fucking humiliating to be caught in this position.

A giggle spills from your lips and the sound makes Suguru sick to his stomach. You don’t even sound like the same person from before. “Y’all are pretty easy to spot. ‘Specially when all y’all think with your cocks–” You echo his thoughts, emphasizing the word by squeezing Suguru’s slowly softening length in your hand. You frown, releasing your hold on him. “Huh, thought you’d be able to gimme another one.”

He inhales deeply, shakily, narrowing his eyes at the woman – the stranger – that stands before him. “Everything you said was a lie, then.”

It’s not a question. He knows. Because you’re just like him. Maybe even worse.

Laughter bursts from deep within, like what he said was the funniest thing you’ve ever heard. “It really is easy to fool y’all men. Just gotta make our pussies feel reallllll tight and wet and y’all don’t question nothin’.”

You climb off of the seat, taking the gun off his head while you fix your undergarments, unbothered and careless. And Suguru decides to act fast, takes this moment to lunge for you. But he doesn’t make it far, because his head is yanked back roughly the moment he jumps forward. His scalp burns, and he reaches back, feeling a thick knot tied around the metal bar that sits atop the train seats. The same metal bar you were just holding onto moments ago.

“You fuckin’ tied my hair to the seat?!” He growls.

And you chuckle, shifting your dress around until you’re decent again. The gun is pointed back at Suguru’s face, and he puts his hands back down, not daring to try and free himself when you’ve got a revolver ready to blow his brains out.

“And your hands are next,” you promise in a sing-song voice. You keep your word, spinning around briefly to reach between the wall and your original seat, where you’d apparently hidden a small rope. You make quick work of tying Suguru’s hands behind his back, leaning a little too close to him as you finish the knot. 

He can feel your breaths against his neck, and right now, if he’s being honest with himself – which he may as well be since he could very well be dead soon – it’s confusing him. Because he feels like he fucking hates you, is repulsed by you, could spit in your face right now. Oh, he really fucking wants to. But something tells him you’d like that anyway. And the thought of your face, depraved and covered in his saliva is making his still exposed length hard again. Even when you tug harshly on the rope for good measure, chuckling low in Suguru’s ear when you hear him hiss in pain, his cock stiffens further.

And of course you notice, your eyes glancing down to his lap, where the sticky mess you left him with lies. “Sure you don’t wanna go again?” You tease, laughing when Suguru scowls. 

You like him upset, and probably a little pathetic, because you press your lips to his pout, kissing him hungrily. And apparently, Suguru is as pathetic as he looks, because – and it’s a surprise to him, too – he kisses you back! Your tongues tangle during this brief meeting of your lips, fighting for dominance, though it’s apparent who’s the one in control here. 

The filthy moans between you are interrupted when Suguru feels that damned gun under his chin now, applying enough pressure to push him back. Only a line of your mixed saliva connects you two as you stare down at him in amusement.

“Like I said…” you peer down quickly at Suguru’s lap before whispering. “Aaaalways thinkin’ with your cock.” You step back, pointing the gun at him once again.

“What do ya want?” He asks, pulling at his restraints to no avail. He’d love nothing more than to wipe that cocky smile off your face and flip the tables on you, but it’s not looking good for him.

“What I want…” You wiggle the gun in his face, tauntingly. “...is already mine, outlaw.” There’s humor in your tone, and your body language is relaxed. You couldn’t see Suguru as less of a threat if you tried.

You piss him off.

And make him so fucking hard.

He’s confused!

The noise of the doors to the train cabin opening can be heard and Suguru grins. You’re fucked now. Larue is going to put a bullet between your eyes and sure, Suguru’ll be sad about it. But better you than him. You were a great fuck, he’ll admit. And yes, he entertained the idea of giving you a kid or two, maybe getting a little cabin out in the prairie. But that fantasy’s as dead as you’re about to be. Sad that he won’t be–

“The guy with the nipples and the girl have been taken care of, boss!” A chipper voice sings. 

That…is not Larue.

Suguru couldn’t turn his head if he tried, courtesy of this goddamn knot, but he can see the smirk on your face as you nod. “Great work, Hime. And the goods?”

“Already on the move with the others. Just gotta get on the horses when you’re ready.”

You turn your head, staring out the window and nodding again. Out of his peripheral, Suguru can just barely make out the form of two horses, racing alongside the train and he knows he’s screwed.

You sigh, shrugging while feigning sadness as you pout. “Well, outlaw…looks like this is the end of the line.”

Suguru tugs at his ropes again, struggling against the holds. “You gonna leave me here like this?” He gestures with his chin at his…situation. You must be forgetting his entire dick is out for the world to see. And that you’ve tied his hands up. Not to mention his fucking hair! If he has to cut his hair because of this…

You hum, like you’re actually giving deep thought to his question. You’re not.

“Yeah, actually. Think I am.” You lift your dress, not even pretending to be as innocent as you presented yourself to be when Suguru first laid eyes on you. You tuck his gun into the waistband of your undergarments, patting it affectionately. “Thanks for a grand ol’ time, outlaw. If you manage to survive this, we can do it again.”

You shoot him a wink before you lean over him, leaving him with one final kiss on the lips. It’s gentle this time, soft, save for a light nip to his bottom lip that embarrassingly enough, manages to arouse Suguru yet again. 

“At least tell me your name,” Suguru grits out through heavy breaths. “So I can be sure to repay the favor.”

It’s a threat, but you don’t take it as one. You simply smile. It’s warm, almost reminiscent of the woman he met just earlier. The woman he thought you were. But that look is gone as soon as it appeared. You pat his face gently, reaching across the seat to grab his hat that he had set aside when he’d first sat down. You sit it atop your head, wearing it like some sort of crown, and without another word, you leave.

The train cars open, the roaring rush of the wind filling the space for just a moment before they’re shut again, and Suguru is left with nothing but his thoughts and his dick literally out. He leans his head back against the seat, closing his eyes to calm his racing heart and honestly to stifle the pain of his untouched erection.

This has been the wildest ride of his life. Definitely the worst heist he’s ever done. And if he does survive this, does manage to somehow talk his way out of charges and prison time, he’s going to find you. Fuck the robberies. Fuck the brothels. Fuck gambling and drinking all day. Yeah, if he manages to survive this, he will make it his life’s mission to find you again.

Because even after all is said and done, Suguru thinks he might fucking love you.

[quietplace26]

Furina!MC au: To NOT be a Villainess

Notes: This was inspired by several manwha I've been skimming through recently.

Warnings: OCness, cringe everywhere, Leviathan as Pre-Neuvillette's name, simp Neuvillette, and the return of Noodle-y Neuvillette.

Instead of a game, Genshin Impact was instead a novel series.

The novel mostly taking place within Fontaine, and with its Heroine, Focalors. The kind and graceful lady of Fontaine. The Princess of Water itself.

She would have the world at her palm, a harem of suitors, and most of all... the heart of a dragon. The great Hydro Sovereign, Leviathan, or as Focalors affectionately called him...Neuvillette.

But for every heroine there was a villain... and that villain was Focalors twin sister, Furina.

Jealous of her better sister, the girl would do anything to have what Focalors had, even kill her own flesh and blood... and that's why in the end, Furina died, all alone and forgotten.

And to think... Our poor MC woke up one morning as the future Villainess herself...

Knowing the plot, Furina!MC makes it her life goal to avoid her sister, and her obsessive, dangerous suitors.

Since she was the disappointment of the De Fontaine family, Furina!MC easily left her 'home' without much fanfare.

Focalors did try to convince her to stay, saying they were family and such, but Furina!MC felt a chill go down her spine at the look in Focalors' eyes.

It was like looking into a doll. There was no humanity in those cold blue eyes.

Furina!MC thankfully did manage to leave in the end, leaving the Court of Fontaine entirely, and thinking now she would be safe from the plot and her 'bad ending'.

Oh, how naive she was...

She ended up moving to a small village in the western part of Fontaine. With rolling hills of green, a quaint little village, and the beautiful sea that surround all of Fontaine, Furina!MC thought she hit the jackpot.

She could live with this. No need for a sister who lacked humanity or empathy, no need for men who would kill for love, and definitely no need for a dragon's heart.

Furina!MC was happy with her current position, and soon a few months past. She knew the novel was probably kicking up now.

If Furina!MC remembered correctly, Focalors should've met the reborn Hydro dragon by now and charmed him with her wit and beauty...

Furina!MC just sighs at the thought. Truly, for all her supposedly positive attributes, Focalors in her eyes was selfish.

Playing with men's hearts for her own gain, and even an ancient dragon... No shame that woman.

Well at least Furina!MC wouldn't be around for that drama or as the villainess.

Furina!MC blinks out her thoughts when something brushes against her leg. Looking down, she smiles.

"Oh, hello my little Neuvi! Come to visit me again?"

She cooed as she carefully lifts a happily squeaking noodle off the ground.

Her little noddle friend had been a welcoming surprise when she was exploring a hidden beach nearby her new home.

From what she could tell, it was some kind of sea snake? Or lizard? It had flippers but still reminded you of a soggy blue noodle.

She didn't mind. It was adorable. Way more adorable than any snakes or reptiles in her past life.

And he, yes, he. She wasn't going to call him an 'it', even brought her gifts! Like seashells and pearls! Having such a sweet little friend made living in this strange world easier.

And just like usual, her little noodle came baring gifts. However, this gift was... different.

"Hm? What's this?"

Furina!MC eyes the small teardrop gem curiously. (It's that jewel attached to Neuvillette's cravat. Think of it as his 'heart') For some odd reason... it looked familiar...

While most people who transmigrate into a character for some odd reason always remembers EVERYTHING in the book they landed in, Furina!MC is sadly not the same case.

She only read the novel once and it was a long while ago, so her memories were a bit foggy...

So, it wasn't her fault that she didn't recognized the pretty 'gem' was actually the 'heart' of the Hydro Sovereign. The same one that would fall for Focalors.

Which means, her little noodle friend is-

"Oh... it's so pretty! Thank you, Neuvi!" She coos, playfully pressing a kiss to the little noodles head as he squirms and squeaks happily in your hands. "I'll just add this to your other gift-"

The other gift (Furina's vision) being another gem he brought her recently. A round, blue gem wrapped in gold, and with the Hydro sigil decorated into the gem itself.

She wonders if her little friend stole it from a merchant or some poor soul that was swimming...

He quickly curls around his usual spot, around her neck, tucking his little head under the collar of her dress, and soft purrs fill the air.

Furina!MC smiles at the action before returning to your book. Letting the sound of the waves of the sea and the cool ocean breeze relax her.

Meanwhile, her little 'noodle friend' was purring up a storm, happy that his chosen mate was happy.

The little 'noodle', whose true identity was actually the Hydro Sovereign, the Lord of Water, the Great Leviathan. So many names, but for Furina!MC, he was her little 'Neuvi'.

The Sovereign still couldn't believe his luck when he discovered this hidden treasure while he was on his way to Fontaine.

Originally, he was traveling to Fontaine to meet with the so called 'Princess of Water' Focalors. A human known for her beauty, grace, and talent over the element of Hydro.

He had not much care for humans, but the stories caught his interest. He wanted to see the treasure of Fontaine for himself... only he never makes it there.

No, instead, as he was swimming towards the Court of Fontaine, he hears something... lovely. A beautiful crooning voice softly floated through the air from a nearby cove he was passing by.

And like a fool caught in a spider's web, he swam towards it...

It turns out the bewitching voice belonged to a human. A human female whose voice rivals the most beautiful of sirens.

Small in stature, with hair as white as the clouds above and streaked with blue that remined him of rain, eyes that were different shades of blue looking like they were gemstones.

And just like that, Leviathan forgets all about going to the Court of Fontaine to find Focalors.

Because the Hydro Sovereign was infatuated on the spot with this walking temptation.

Every instinct within him roared at him to snatch the pretty Treasure (Furina!MC) away and smuggle her back to his den where the rest of his hoard laid.

But he fights it. Humans were delicate creatures after all... he couldn't scare her away and make her hate him, after all.

And so that's what lead to him interacting with her via shifting himself into a smaller, friendlier form. He hates it. It's a mockery of his true, grand form, but her holding him and smothering him with affection made up for it greatly.

And under this distasteful form did he start to court her. Bringing her presents and all that a dragon courtship demanded.

He even put together a more human shape form! Something he'd use to coax her to come with him after she accepts his last courtship gift, a handcrafted gem with his mark... and his heart.

And to his delight, she happily accepts both!

So, all that's left is for him to show himself in his human form and then spirit her away to his den where she would be among his hoard and safe in his den... as his little mate.

[liquorcooked]

Record Store Saturdays (vash)

Pairing: Vash x Reader. Knives shows up for a bit of it!. No specific version in mind! tags: record/cd store AU, knives is a good older brother maybe, soft its so soft JUST pure fluff, maybe knives isn't as bad as he makes out to be lol

summary: you share Saturday shifts with vash at the local record/cd store, one weekend Knives walks in unannounced

Saturday mornings at Needle Drop are slow and sunlit, littered with old paper and burnt coffee. The bell above the door jingles as you walk in. Behind the counter, Vash is fighting a losing battle with the register and a pile of newly delivered CDs. There’s a Sharpie tucked behind one ear, stickers stuck to his palms, and a paper cup of coffee balanced precariously on a tower of jewel cases. He looks up when he hears the door, and his whole face lights up like you’ve just walked out of a dream and into his day.

He sees you and nearly drops everything. “Hey, hey, you made it!”

You smile, already slipping your jacket off, the smell of dust, plastic, and coffee grounding you in a way you don’t question anymore. “You said you'd alphabetize the jazz section last night.”

“I did!” he says, too quickly. Then pauses. “Well… I got as far as Herbie Hancock and then I kinda—uh—got distracted by a documentary on Japanese jazz fusion and then I accidentally fell asleep listening to it.”

You smirk. “So, no.”

“No,” he admits, grinning sheepishly. “But you’re here now, and that means the place might actually function today.”

You shake your head, but it’s affectionate. Vash is chaos wrapped in warmth — a sunbeam of a person who never stops moving but always somehow makes time to ask if you’ve eaten, if you’re sleeping okay, if the mix CD he made you actually played in your ancient car.

Because, of course, he’s been making you mix CDs.

One every week, always waiting on the counter when you show up for your weekend shifts. The tracklists are chaotic: dreamy shoegaze ballads smashed against spaghetti western scores, sad folk songs with instrumental covers of video game music, and one that was just 30 minutes of lo-fi beats with cat meows layered in. Every case is decorated with doodles — suns with sunglasses, stick figures, little speech bubbles that say things like “For your ears only!” or “SUPERIOR TASTE IN MUSIC!!! >:)”

You pretend not to treasure them. He pretends not to watch your face every time you press play.

The day unfolds slowly. You settle into the familiar rhythm — you at the bins, fixing the alphabetized chaos he always leaves behind; Vash bouncing between tasks with that restless energy that keeps him in motion even when nothing’s urgent. The occasional customer drifts in, buys a used album, and drifts out again.

Sometimes, when the shop’s empty, he dances down the aisles with a mop like it’s a partner. He’s all limbs and laughter, and you’d call him ridiculous if it didn’t make your chest ache.

Then one Saturday, Knives walks in.

The chime rings and the air shifts.

Vash freezes mid-spin, mop in hand, as if he’s just seen a ghost. You look up from a crate of alphabetized Bowie albums and see a tall man, sharply dressed, black suit, black shirt, platinum-blond hair slicked back like he walked out of a boardroom into a fever dream. He carries himself like someone who doesn’t belong here, who knows it, and chooses not to care.

“Nai,” Vash says, voice cautious but not unkind. He shoots you a glance and mouths "my brother" to you, to which you vigorously nod your head indicating that you knew.

Knives doesn’t respond. Just walks to the back corner, scans the rock section like he’s assessing structural damage, and pulls out Disintegration by The Cure. He examines the tracklist, flips the case once, then carries it to the counter.

You and Vash share a glance.

“Didn’t know you liked that one,” Vash says as he rings it up.

“I don’t,” Knives replies, sliding a card across the counter.

It’s so deadpan you almost laugh. He glances at you then — quick and surgical, like he’s scanning for weak points. You hold the stare. He says nothing. But something flickers in his eyes. Not disdain. Not quite curiosity. As Vash hands him the receipt, Knives finally glances at you. Eyes pale, unreadable. “You organize this place?”

You nod. “Try to.”

He hums. Not quite approval. Not quite judgment. Just... a sound. Like he’s filing something away.

Then he takes his CD, receipt fluttering behind him, and disappears out the door with barely a sound.

The silence he leaves behind is full of static.

Vash exhales like he’s been holding his breath for years. “He doesn’t usually... show up.”

“Is he okay?” you ask.

Vash just shrugs. “That’s kind of his thing. Showing up when you don’t expect him. Disappearing just the same.”

You don’t press. Vash doesn’t volunteer. But his hands shake a little as he reshelves something that doesn’t belong there.

Later that day, you find something strange tucked behind the counter, next to you bag.

Another CD case. But this one’s different. Not one o f Vash's. No doodles, no smileys. Just clean handwriting.

“This is not subtle. Neither is he. Figure it out." – K.

The playlist is short. Sparse instrumentals, strange transitions. Track six is Pictures of You. Track seven is Digital Love by Daft Punk. The final track is a cover of Let My Love Open the Door. You almost slap yourself in the face hearing the odd mix of songs Knives put together. You find yourself grinning yourself stupid - stifling a laugh, "God, I didn't think it was that obvious, gee thanks Knives."

You run your thumb along the track list again and let yourself really hear it. You don't know how Knives figured that out, but he did. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. You blink down at the jewel case, letting out a half-laugh, half-sigh, "what a menace," murmuring to no one in particular.

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Saturday comes again. You step into Needle Drop like always — jacket off, waving to the fake plant in the corner that Vash insists is "alive with love," and you're halfway to the back when you-

Vash isn't at the counter. Instead, it's Knives? What?

Leaning with arms crossed, dressed in another black suit like he’s allergic to color, expression unreadable and somehow still faintly annoyed.

Your feet pause just past the threshold. “You’re not supposed to be here yet.”

“I’m never supposed to be anywhere,” he replies, flat.

You set your bag down behind the counter, narrowing your eyes. “You came early.”

He tilts his head slightly. “And you came back.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Obviously. Someone has to stop Vash from filing M83 under classical again.”

His mouth lifts slightly, and he doesn’t correct you either. His gaze flicks to your bag, where the CD he gave you is peeking out slightly from the front pocket.

You catch him looking.

“I listened to it,” you say.

He says nothing.

“Twice.”

Still nothing.

“I’m pretty sure I lost brain cells trying to figure out what genre that Digital Love remix counted as.”

His mouth twitches — the barest thing. “I don’t believe in genres. They’re crutches for the unimaginative.”

You scoff. “You’re such a weirdo.”

“And yet here you are.”

You sigh, but it's amused. “Okay, fine. You win.”

“I always do.” He smiles.

You roll your eyes. “I didn’t need help. I just—was waiting.”

“You were stalling. So was he.” He gestures vaguely toward the back of the store. “He’s in the storage room. Probably trying to work up the nerve to ask if you want coffee.”

You blink. “You came early just to intercept me?”

“I came early,” Knives says, tone clipped, “because if I left you two alone again, I’d be forced to hear him make another playlist about unspoken longing. And frankly, I can’t take another cover of ‘Take On Me’ played on harp.”

You snort. Loudly.

He doesn’t laugh, but you dont think you've ever seen him smile like this before. It's soft, not like how you thought of him the first place. That's probably the most you'll ever get though.

“I’m not doing this for you,” he adds.

“Sure you’re not.”

“I’m doing it for peace.”

“Uh-huh.”

A beat of silence stretches. Then he tilts his head, just slightly. “But... if you hurt him, I will burn this place down.”

You blink. “I- That was... not subtle.”

“I’m learning,” he says, and turns on his heel like he’s said enough for the year. The bell jingles as he exits, waving you off with an expectant look that says, "I expect both of you to get your shit together".

You’re still standing there when the back door creaks open and Vash pokes his head out, curls slightly messy, one hand holding a coffee cup and the other gripping the edge of the door like it’s the only thing keeping him upright.

“Hey,” he says, blinking. “Did I miss something?”

You glance at the front door, still slightly swinging from where Knives left. Then back at Vash — sweet, nervous, trying.

“Nope,” you say, walking over and gently stealing the coffee from his hand. “But you’re about to miss something if you keep hiding back there.”

"Did he say anything weird?"

"Yeah he definitely did."

"Oh? Sorry... about tha- I've been meaning to ask-"

"When?" You cut him off. You figure that's what he was going to ask anyways. Knives probably tried to give him a pep talk before you showed up.

He looks at you. Really looks. And you smile.

Because now you’ve figured it out. And so has he.

He puts the cup in his hand down and smiles in return, "after our shift? Coffee shop down the road? Just you and me."

[monkejustwantsart]

Posting this animal AU thing I was brainstorming like an idiot. It's super long wah

{Rules I had before this began}

no animal can repeat unless they are canonically familial relatives.

top tiers get to be mythical creatures.

All things may be subject to change with chapter updates

I am to try my best to capture each character as accurately as possible in either appearance, fighting style, behaviour, personality or all.

this is unfinished, it's also lowkey my kinda spectrum. idk if anyone else likes zoology but ye. please feel free to debate me or lend me suggestions!

(please, this took a ridiculous amount of time)

{TOP TIERS}

Jonggun Park (Japanese Oni) 

Junggoo Kim (Gumiho)

DG/James Lee (Red Phoenix)

Jake’s Brother (Chupacabra)

UI Big Daniel (unknown)

{KINGS}

Taesoo Ma (Tibetan mastiff)

Jichang Kwak(Leucistic Black mamba)

Gongseop Ji (Alligator snapping turtle)

Jaegyeon Na (Axis deer)

Seongji Yuk (Wolf spider)

Seodku Wang (Rhino) 

Doksu Heo (Bull)

Jinyong Goh (Black heron) 

Jinrang (Timber wolf)

Baek Sang (Great white shark)

Do Jaegwang #5 (

Song Hashik #6 (

{ALLIED}

• ⁠Zack (peregrine falcon)

• ⁠Vasco (Kodiak bear)

• ⁠Jay (Cheetah)

• ⁠Vin Jin (Tiger centipede)

• ⁠Hudson (African Lion)

{BIG DEAL}

Jake Kim (Tibetan Wolf)

Jason Yoon (chestnut horses)

Jerry Kwon (Hippopotamus)

Brad Lee (Sheep)

Lua Im (Cliff Swallow)

Lineman (African honey badger)

{EX-MEMBERS}

Samuel Seo (Spectral bat)

Johan Seong (Kangal dog)

XiaoLung (Dragon fish)

Sinu Han (Secretarybird)

Changyong Ji (Muskoxen)

{HOSTEL}

Eli Jang (Golden jackal)

Warren Chae (Giant water bug)

Sally Park (elephant hawk-moths)

Max Kang (Coyote)

Derrick Jo (American badger)

{WORKERS}

Eugene/Yuseong (Least weasel)

Mandeok Bang (Gorilla)

Shigeaki Kojima (Shoebill stork)

Hiroaki Kojima (Shoebill stork)

[first affiliate]

Gyeol Baek(Indian Peafowl)

Taejin Cheon (Spotted hyena)

Isu Jo (Striped hyena)

Logan Lee (Wild boar)

Hangyeol Baek (leustistic Indian Peafowl). ~ [{THAT} (mutated and transfigured beyond repair, seems to have some sort of extinct DNA spliced in)]

[second affiliate]

Mitsuki Soma (House cat)

Ryuhei Kuroda (Dingo dog)

Kenta Magami (Tasmanian devil)

Sato Kazuma (Japanese rhinoceros beetle)

[third affiliate]

ViVi. (Albino bottlenose dolphin)

Taegon Wi (Chinese mantis)

Hwang Ho (Asiatic golden cat) 

Huseong Ha (Western lowland gorilla) 

Sowol Jin (Pekingese dog) 

[fourth affiliate] 

Alexander Hwang (Standard rat) 

Ms. Raccoon (Ringtail cat)

{WHITE TIGER JOB CENTRE} 

Tom Lee (African elephant) 

Manager Kim (Manogea porracea. Its a spider)

Sanghui Han (Bald-headed bulbul)

Beolgu Lee (Spider tailed horned-viper)

Robert Choi (American black bear)

Sera Shin (Emerald jewel wasp)

{J-HIGH}

Zoe Park (Black footed cat) 

Mira Kim (Turtledove)

Mary Kim (Golden orbweaver)

Leonn Lee (Spotted hyena)

Crystal Choi (Beom) 

Yui Kim (Bowerbird) 

Duke Pyeon (Donkey) 

Joy Hong (Cheetah)

Kouji (Black-billed magpie) 

Jace Park (Dumbo rat)

Cho Ma (Shortfin mako)

{OTHER NOTABLE PTJ-VERSE CHARACTERS}

Taehoon Seong (Red kangaroo) 

Hansu Seong (Red kangaroo)

Samdak (Emu)

Jincheol Park (Giant river otter)

Seongjun Baek (Oceanic white tip reef shark) 

Jinho Lee (Palm cockatoo)

Yunseong Lee (Red-bellied piranha)

Haru Seong (Eastern cottontail)

Suhyeon Kim (Japanese weasel)

Ancheol Jang (Grizzly bear)

Jinwoo Jang “Ancheol” (Honey badger)

Valentina Alexander (Orchid mantis) 

Manager Nam (Fisher cat)

{Dead characters}

Gapyrong Kim

Charles Choi? 

Jiho Park (German cockroach)

Olly wang (Sea wasp)

Au!Goo Kim?

[ill-say-anything-i-hafta]

Newsies AU where it's 1899 but none of the boys are newsies; they have other period-appropriate jobs instead.

Jack is a stableboy. He mucks out the stalls and sings to the horses while he brushes them.

Crutchie is a bootblack, so he doesn't have to walk too much.

Albert is a telegraph messenger. His crew is feuding with the Western Union messengers, who knock them off their bikes when they see them.

Buttons and Finch both work in a textile factory. Finch is always getting in trouble for going too slow. Last year, Buttons caught two fingers on his right hand in a machine and lost them, but he's healed up now and is faster than Finch again.

Elmer helps his ma and siblings roll cigarettes in their tenement.

Mush repairs shoes.

Romeo works at a laundry next to a brothel. All the ladies are really nice to him when they see him.

Specs is the lookout for a gang of older boys who are housebreakers. They give him a cut of their take. He has been in the Refuge six times.

Jojo is apprenticed to an illiterate jeweler, and does the books. His boss beats him if he thinks he's made a mistake.

Racetrack is an oyster shucker. He has never seen a pearl.

Albert seems to know everyone in Lower Manhattan, but most of the other boys are lonely. Buttons and Finch aren't allowed to talk at work. Kids steer clear of Specs. Crutchie once saved Romeo from getting soaked by some toughs and now he sometimes says hi when he sees Crutchie set up on the corner, but none of the rest of them are even friends.

[kingkenzieofmold]

The Jewelled Maverick AU: ‘Pink Starlight’ Ashley Jang

Hi, I have a habit of yoinking other peoples characters and making them into Alternate Versions of themselves. I have created many and have gotten the green light to show off and talk about! This is my Role Swap AU that I made with @mai-mai-lim characters! Ashley Jang and Henry Stickmin [Min Seung-Jae] have Swapped Roles.

Mentioned Characters belong to Respective Creators: Brutus - @smoresthehalloweenqueen Cameron Copperbottom - @rarestdoge

Ashley went on to be a Dazzling Thief Named ‘Pink Starlight’ or ‘Starlight’. She failed at breaking into the bank and was arrested. It took her too long to pick pocket a guard of a phone but she eventually lawyer up!

She heard about the diamond and was not about to fail again. looking into it she discovered the Toppats Plans to steal it and executed the plans before they could. Successfully stealing the diamond and picking up a Mary Popins bag from the museum old movies section.

The government impressed kidnapped her to inflate the airship. Offering her to pardon of her crimes, which is rude cause she worked hard on her criminal record and instead asked them to add more crimes after she done. She gets onto the airship pure blood thief and private Investigator style, heading to the records room she meets Brutus and they have awkward moment. Ashley disguised as a Toppat gets Brutus to help her find a file on the newest heist. He does and she has her file for Galeforce.

Eventually she makes her way to the cells which lead to the vault room. As she wants to rob the Toppat of their Ruby on top of their files. She kidnaps Dave by lock picking his cell and making him get into her Mary Popin’s bag of holding. Fiddling with the door, she can’t get it open and ops for the vents.

She in counters Cameron on the way and after some convincing they head to the vault. Cameron who is really suspicious of her is ready for if she try’s anything. Ashley tricks him and lipstick tasers him, yoinking the ruby making a get away. You see, Ashely did grab the headset for PI. She just never put it on but now in the dark photo room she does. Charles is asking and Galeforce is demanding what’s happening she explains that she needs a distraction and ask if Charles can hack into speaker.

He can and so she makes her move. Heading to the Cargo bay she encounters Cameron again pissed the fuck off and ready to kill her. Speaker hacked they end up in a Friday Night Funkin’ inspired battle. Ashley ends up winning and dipping out of the cargo bay doors. The files she grab were not the correct ones but she did kidnap Dave and handed him over to the government as a witness.

Of course the add crimes made her a prime Wall target and she gets captured by them. Without her bag she has no way of getting out just yet.

In the background between Infiltrating the Airship and Fleeing the Complex both Ashley and Cameron developed a rivalry to have as many articles written about them in comparison to the other. They are determine to be the better thief and have been creating elaborate heists. Sabotage each other’s heists and Cameron has been trying to learn ‘Pink Starlights’ Identity as he doesn’t know it yet.

When Ashley is captured by the Wall it is posted all over the News ruining Camerons mood, so he spends a week planing a heist to break into the wall and Rescue all the Toppats there. Brutus has to convince him not to bust in and they sneak into the facility. They get to the control panel of all the cells and Cameron being impatient key smashes the panel, freeing everyone including Ashely.

Running out of her cell she find the room where her bag is being stored and cartoon style climbs in and charges into her normal thief outfit. Running to the exit she is in a western face off against Cameron and the Toppats. About to have a face off, to which Brutus interrupts and yells at them that they have to do that later cause the Wall is about to be on their asses. Ashley and Cameron give each other the ‘I get you next time’ look before awkwardly exited out the same doors.

The Toppats make their escape towards there stole truck before Brutus gets grabbed by Dimitri, Cameron flipping off Dimitri distracts him and they get away. Cameron about to enter the trucks get pulled out by Dimitri, who is pissed the fuck off by Cameron. Ashely seeing this is not letting it slide and drives up on the motorbike slamming Dimitri with a roundabout sign. Silence before Ashely and Camron start arguing again before Brutus grabs him again and forces him into the truck. Ashley drives out to the small bar and ask Charles for a pick up leading us into Completing the Mission.

The space station launch site is a battle felid when Charles and Ashely arrive. Fighting their way through the chaos they mange to make it to the Space Station just as Cameron Launches it into the air. Managing to grab hook her way onto the cargo bay she climbs in. Charles yelling into her ear that she is going to high altitude and to abort mission looking into the cargo bay determined. She see him.

Seung-Jae, her cousin, who she has not talked to for nine years.

“Ashley?” He whispered unsure whether it’s her or not.

“actually, its Starlight now.” Smiling she jumps from the cargo bay doors pulling out an umbrella and floating down grabbing onto Charles Helicopter rails. Upon Climbing in Charles asks her what happened and she smiles a wide sly grin.

“meet an old acquaintance again.”

On the cargo bay Seung-Jae is stunned not expecting to see his cousin after everything. Brutus in the background looks startled at the realization that Henry Stickmin Knows who ‘Starlight’ actually is. This changes everything.

I hoped you enjoyed my little role swap AU I made from my friend’s characters. I have some more but want to wait to ensure I get the green light on them! I had to leave out a lot of details, as this was meant to be a synopsis. Still ended up way too long so if you made it this far… Hi! I wish you a wonderful day and hope you enjoyed!<3

Any further questions ask maimai please!

Bonus Art

✨Sly Starlight Emote✨

[westernjewelsau]

The premise of the Western Jewels au is a bounty hunter (Gem) is after the bounty of Pearl L'escentmoon Wanted Dead for 7,000 known at this point in time as Wicked Red Wicked Red and Bounty Hunter Gem get into a fight in a town, mid-fight (after injuring each other) another group made of bounty hunters and cowboys arrive and try to take in Pearl During the scuffle Gem's scarf hood falls off and it turns out she is also wanted; to be returned home to her brother alive The two team up to escape and homoerotic wound tending insures It's a classic enemies-to-lovers situation that plays out like a buddy-cop movie They get into situations, Gem acquires a new higher bounty, they get coined the name of The Lawless Jewels

and more that I can't say for spoiler reasons ;)

[wyvernspirit]

I REPEAT THE WESTERN JEWELS AU NOW HAS ITS OWN BLOG WHERE I WILL ANSWER THE STRAWPAGE COMMENTS!! @westernjewelsau !!!

[maria-of-the-waves]

The Kingdom of Life

This is an idea that has been brewing in my mind for a while and was confirmed in my head when I looked at the map of the western continent (o_ _)ﾉ彡

You see this, the desert of death and the Kingdom of Askosan are the same size, that means that there is nothing stopping the City of Life from becoming the Kingdom of Life ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ

It has already been confirmed to us in history that attempts have been made to create new cities in the Desert of Death, so it is not crazy to think that if more had been created, it would end up becoming a Kingdom with its own culture.

What's more, in chapter 316 we are told that only a necromancer will be the new king/queen of death because they are the ones who know the most about the pain that darkness can cause and still handle it ╰(▔∀▔)╯

Not only that, the Night's Exultation is a gem that belonged to the Queen of Death and gives us a great clue about what could be the main jewel of a crown or jewel that marks royalty ヽ(；▽；)ノ

Now that I've explained the reason why I came up with this AU, here are my ideas for it:

The divergence began when the Queen of Death founded the City of Life and appointed a family of dark elves to run it when she I couldn't do it anymore.

She designated this family with a magical huadian that would mark who is worthy to rule, so if one day the family were corrupted their right to rule would be eliminated and assigned to some other family that was worthy.

After the final battle againts the Queen of Death and the Church of the God of Sun it became common knowledge that the next King/Queen of Death would only be a necromancer and the most loyal dark elves built a palace in the capital which was sealed only to be opened when their next King arrived.

The ruling family began to rule and was recognized as an archduchy (The highest rank of nobility below royalty) and a branch of the royal family.

With the construction of more underground cities and towns, an aristocracy began to be created that will govern their respective territories, making sure to remain firm in the principles of always being faithful to their people and helping them in every way possible.

When humans began to escape from Dubori territory to the Desert of Death they were welcomed as citizens of the Kingdom of Life.

With each generation the population continued to increase in both humans, half-breeds and dark elves which caused the kingdom to grow and prosper while the culture developed obtaining things such as harem pants, the wearing of veils on the face and hair and hena tattoos

The archducal family remained faithful to the first queen and for generations humans and dark elves mixed, causing that although the most recent generation (Obante and his offspring) were mostly dark elves the percentage will vary.

At some point, Alberu's mother decided to travel the Continent and ended up as King Zed Crossman's concubine, but since they both fell in love, she did not care much about her new position.

Tasha didn't like this very much but accepted it until she found out that her sister was pregnant and immediately went to help her by disguising herself as a maid.

From here everything goes as canon until during a return visit to her native home Tasha ends up rescuing Mary who became a necromancer, the first in centuries.

During Mary's recovery in the capital's hospital someone leaked the information that the future Queen of Death had been born, and the entire Kingdom began to celebrate the arrival of the future Queen.

Due to the social pressure of taking the throne in the future when she is only 10 years old Mary felt overwhelmed and asked Tasha to stay with her.

Tasha accepted and during the time she took a break she and Mary formed a mother-daughter bond which was solidified when Tasha asked Mary if she could adopt her by blood.

Mary accepted and once the ritual was completed she became a dark elf half-blood, maintaining her status as a necromancer.

His web scars turned white due to the concentration of dead mana and he obtained the huadian of the archducal family in the same color.

I imagine that from here things would go as in canon with the exception that Mary would get lessons in etiquette and politics while she travels throughout the Kingdom of Life to meet her future subjects.

[omegaremix]

Finds For 2014.

Robert Rental Mental Corrections

Dalek “Abandoned Language”

End Of A Year / Self Defense Family “Apport Birds”

aTelecine “Armour (Cut)”

A-Frames, The “Black Forest”

Rainforest Spiritual Enslavement “Black Magic Originated In Nature”

Cleanteeth “Pushing Rope”

Rubberoom “Bleach”

Unsane “Body Bomb”

Cabaret Voltaire “Crackdown”

Wild Nothing “A Dancing Shell”

Serengeti “Directions”

Thomas Lear & Robert Rental The Bridge

XXYYXX “DMT”

Tying Tiffany “Drownin’”

Leather Nun “Ensam I Natt”

George Duke “Feel”

Tony Hymas “Final Inspection”

Killing Joke “Goodbye To The Village”

Curve “Horror Head”

Rustie “Hyperthrust”

End Of The Year / Self Defense Family “It’s Not Good For The Man To Be Alone”

Bikini Kill “Jigsaw Youth”

Tunnel Canary “Jihad”

Professionals, The “Join The Professionals”

Sleaford Mods “Jolly Fucker”

Cabaret Voltaire “Just Fascination”

Chi-N.Y. Network “Keep The Fame”

Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti “Kinski Assassin”

Fantome “Love”

Nite Jewel “Lover”

Minks “Margot”

Neon Indian “Mind, Drips”

Sleaford Mods “My Jampandy”

Grimes “Oblivion”

Young Galaxy “Pretty Boy”

Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti “Round And Round”

Chrome Sparks “Send The Pain On”

Leapling “Seventeen”

Teen Daze “Shine On, You Crazy White Cap”

Zombi “Shrunken Heads”

Black Dice “Smiling Off” (DFA RMX)

Rubberoom “Style Wars”

DIIV “Wait”

Teen Daze “Waves”

General Lee & The Space Army Band “We Did It Baby (Pt. 1 & Pt. 2)”

Phil Western “We Have Come To Bless This House”

Severed Heads “We Have Come To Bless This House”

Xray Eyeballs “X”

Death Grips “5D”

Rory St. John “Astroakoustic One-Three”

Cloudface “Summer”

Ramleh “Elite Gymnastics track B4”

Fancy Books “Sponge Boy”

Duran Duran Duran Over Hard

Perfect Pussy “Big Stars”

Ringo Deathstarr “Two Girls”

Westerbur & Rowe “Side C”

Odd Future “Bitches”

M83 “Skin Of The Night”

Dangerous Birds “Smile On Your Face”

Au Revoir Simone “More Than”

Petticoats “Normal”

Joanna Newsom “Sadie”

Parquet Courts “Borrowed Time”

Slugabed “Sex” (Daedelus RMX)

Cleanteeth “Shitbreather”

Courtney Love Uncrushworthy

Japanther “Cable Babies”

Noh Mercy “Caucasian Guilt”

Visible Targets “Mechanical Man”

Michael Pipes “You Got Stopped”

Chromatics “Looking For Love”

Small Black Moon Killer Mixtape

Ringo Deathstarr “Summertime”

Au Revoir Simone “Let The Night Win”

Swervedriver “You’ll Find It Everywhere”

Empress Of “Don’t Tell Me”

No Joy “Hare Tarot Lies”

Xiu Xiu “Hi”

Muslimgauze “Hamas Cinema Gaza Strip”

White Arrows “Fireworks Of The Sea”

Naomi Punk “Fleeing Is Believing”

Slum Village “The Look Of Love”

Purity Ring “Grandloves”

Parquet Courts “He’s Seeing Paths”

Desire “Under Your Spell”

Japanther “Critical”

Starkey “Villagers”

Now Now “Wolf”

Pharmakon “Xia Xinfeng”

Mass Production “Slow Bump”

Atari Teenage Riot “Modern Liars”

Late! “Color Pictures Of A Marigold”

Peter Brown “For Your Love”

Black Marble A Different Arrangement

Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti “Schnitzel Boogie”

Purling Hiss “Don’t Even Try It”

Omar Souleyman “Kell Il Banat Inkhatban (All The Girls Are Engaged)“

Cutthroats 9 Dissent

Poly Styrene (as Mari Elliott) “Silly Billy”

L.I.E.S. label Music For Shut-Ins

Jonwayne “Dumbo”

Carbonas “September Gurls”

Predator “Honest Man”

Panda Riot “Golden Age”

Whirr “Mumble”

Run The Jewels “Blockbuster Night Pt. 1”

Arca “Thievery”

Night School “These Times”

Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments “Cyclotron”

Broadcast “Goodbye Girls”

Ariel Pink “Put Your Number In My Phone”

Ninos Du Brasil “Pandiero Sinchinsa”

NeruvianDOOM “Disastrous”

Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments “Please Hear My Plea”

Future “Coupe”

Suicideyear “Hope Building A”

Hussy, The “EZ-PZ”

Carbonas “Frothing At The Mouth”

Night School “Birthday”

Krewe Of 77 “Three’s A Crowd”

Ekoplekz “Robert Rental”

SNTZXSNTZ “Boundless”

Wara From The NBHD “Squeal (Peel Off)”

Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti “Fright Night (Never More)”

Mono/Poly “Alpha & Omega”

Casket Girls, The “Chemical Dizzy”

Bug, The “Void”

Suicideyear “Rememberance”

Standish / Carlyon “2 5 1 1”

Clark “Herr Bar”

Vereker “Rosite”

Pond “Leisure Pony”

Ninos Du Brazil “Tuppelo”

Pure X “I Fear What I Feel”

SpaceGhostPurrp “Mystikal Maze”

Dead Voices On Air “Philadelphia Introduction Comedy Routine”

Dual Action “NC-17 Drive In”

Consumer Electronics “Sex Offender Boyfriend”

Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments ”Turntable Battlefield”

Bug, The “Swarm”

Suicideyear “I Don’t Care About Death Because I Smoke”

Travis Porter “Do A Trick” (Suicideyear RMX)

Fatima Al Qadiri “Star-Spangled”

Standish / Carlyon “Industrial Resort”

Ninos Du Brasil “Rebanho Espetacular”

Lussuria “Mondo Narcotico”

Factory Floor “How You Say” (Helena Hauff RMX)

Function & Vatican Shadow Games Have Rules

Giorgio Moroder “Giorgio’s Theme”

Vereker “Disconnect”

Axxa/Abraxas “Waiting Daze”

Lussuria “Keys To Unlock Paradise (Roman Showers)”

[merrydearest]

Can you tell us more about poppy au?? Like how this world works or how is the other characters of fnaf sb are here??

I swear I haven't forgotten this au or been ignoring this ask, i just have been obsessed with the new wow expac and also figuring out how to answer this

my knowledge of fnaf lore isn't the greatest, i watched the movie and i listen to @sinnabee talk abt it, but i'm not exactly a wiki on it and im kinda avoiding going on a wiki dive bc then i start getting way too loyal to lore to do aus oops

but the main concept of it is that Afton is the king's inventor, and he's made some animatronics to entertain the king and his court (this is freddy and the band). but he's Obsessed with Poppy (who is a lady in the court, the daughter of Duke Steelwall, who is the general/commander of the king's army) and so he builds her two animatronics as a gift to her (technically they are jesters for the king, but they are for poppy, who is actually terrified of them but is too polite to tell afton that some of his inventions are scary). unfortunately he puts so much of his obsession with poppy and need to possess her into building sun and moon that thru dark magic, they come to life/become independent in a way that the other animatronics aren't. and they are just as obsessed with poppy as afton is :)

sun and moon aren't under afton's control (tho afton is not exactly advertising that he's lost control of two of his creations), and are trying to protect poppy from him. not that their intentions are the most pure of heart either

(ramblings abt the world under the cut)

the world is a rather generic pseudo-medieval fantasy world, not particularly specific to a general time. poppy's silhouettes are more inspired by early-mid 1600s (western european) fashion, but the colors are more loosely regency rules (early 1800s). Poppy is always wearing pastels, with little to no jewel tones, since jewel tones/deeper colors would be inappropriate for an unwed lady (but married women and widows are a bit freer with being able to wear deeper colors).

then just bc i love symbolism, when she's drawn with afton, she's entirely in pastels, where she's perfectly a lady (she's well behaved with no interest in afton, who is not of a status where he has a chance to marry a duke's daughter). but with sun and moon, there's going to be deeper colors, because she's not a perfect lady around them. there's a bit of corruption happening, she does feel desire toward them that isn't appropriate for her. sun and moon are pretty much entirely in darker/brighter colors bc they will be the ones to corrupt her

but it isn't all regency rules, for example it's perfectly fine that she wears her hair down, she just has to keep it covered (obvs not entirely covered tho, if you look at the art).

there is magic, which i'm still kinda figuring out the rules for/how prevalent it is (i kinda make shit up as i go along and adjust accordingly to make things make sense). but at the very least there is a very taboo dark magic that afton uses.

i'm unsure how/if i want to incorporate afton's kids, while i have the overall plot figured out, there's some side characters im unsure abt

[darksvster]

bad moon rising —

➥ e (dd:dne), 2/2, 16,703 words

sweet taggie visits her granny every week to bring her food, but on one particular full moon night, a beast stalks after her in the dark. however, the wolf of the wood is far from the worst thing that can exist in the forest.

aka

dark little red riding hood au

read the full fic on ao3

There is a curious and hungry wolf that lives in the woods near grandmother's house.

He is a man by the day and wolf by the full moonlight.

Some believe he is the wandering nomad with his dirt-caked feet and haggard appearance, some believe he is the burly hunter with his thick beard and yellow-gold eyes, and some believe he is simply the spirit of the forest, taking human form when he pleases.

No one believes it is the lord who lives in the castle with eyes the color of the ocean and dark gleaming hair. None believe the wolf is a man with fine tastes in red wine and a love of raising horses. None believe he is a creature of change not by choice but by force.

The women — and there are so many of them — who find themselves in his bed know that he is a man of many talents and even more riches. But they also know that on his arm, beneath his shoulder, there is a scar from an animal attack — one that permanently marred this otherwise perfect male specimen.

These women come, and they go. Each fashioning themselves as the lady of the beautiful and gothic castle, each cast out by the time of the full moon. The servants laugh, the mercurial nature of their lord would never allow him to take a wife, at least not until his need for an heir forces him to. But a man can give his seed years past when a woman can carry a child, so they do not worry for their lord. They smile and bow as each pretty woman walks through the gates, but they never learn their names. What is the point? They'll be gone in a fortnight or more.

The village beneath the castle, nestled between two rivers and thick with old trees and an even older culture, is quaint. Rarely do visitors come — lest they be ladies here to visit the handsome lord hidden in the mountains — and the superstitious bunch does not take kindly to strangers. However, the little girl in the red hood who lives down the east river is no stranger.

Her father, a man from beyond the east river, came long ago to court and marry the jewel of their little village and took her from them. But a few years after her marriage, the girl, now a woman, returned often to visit her mother and the townspeople who saw how polished and refined their jewel became. Holding her hand was a boy with the dark curly hair of his distant-landed father, and in her arms was the red, fox-haired girl who reminded all of them so much of her mother.

As years passed, their jewel visited less and less. But still, without fail, every week, the pretty fox-haired girl would journey up the river, walk through town, travel down the long path, and meet her grandmother in her little cottage by the western river.

The village became accustomed to it and fell in love with the kind-hearted little girl who would bring pastries her mother baked and fresh meat hunted by her father for her grandmother. As she grew, she would make her own meals for her grandmother, eager to share the spiced meats and yeasty breads that she always carried in a heavy basket at her side. And, as she grew older, her beauty blossomed as well. Many mothers wished for her to marry their sons, this sweet, obedient, and kind girl. And, with her long hair the color of red autumn leaves and her lush body shaped like the undulating hills, the sons desired her as much as their mothers hoped they would.

However, the young woman — named Agatha but called Taggie — paid them no mind. She loved a boy in her own village, one who rarely looked at her and spent his time studying with her brother. These boys from her grandmother's village were nice but foreign to her. So, as she did every Sunday, Taggie would take the riverboat up to the small dock with her basket full of food. She greeted every villager she passed along the way, all of them smiling in response, and left the village from the western wooden gate to travel the long winding path to her grandmother's house.

Gifted by her father, Taggie wore a long red cloak the color of blood and could be spotted easily in the woods by any passing hunter or carpenter. They, too, greeted her. Though, unlike the villagers, they warned her, as they did on every full moon, about the dangers of the wood at night.

"There's a great hulking monster who feeds on the flesh of humans. Every full moon, it appears. A hungry beast who is never satiated, who gets drunk on hot blood and gorges itself on the bodies of innocents."

"In particular," one lascivious hunter said with his gleaming eyes and wet lips, "the bodies of virgins."

The warnings were so frequent that she rarely ever ventured to Granny's on a full moon.

But, on this evening, Granny was ill. And while she knew it was best to stay home and visit a different day, the little Taggie, who was so kind and gentle and caring, wanted only to see the grandmother who spoiled her and loved her.

"The sun is setting, Agatha," the baker's wife warns as she passes through the town square. "Perhaps you should stay in the village until the morrow."

But the winter was cold, and Granny's cough had only worsened. "I'll be quick," Taggie smiles as she rushes past the gates in her leather boots and long, red cloak.

Each passing villager warns her of the dangers. The sun is setting. The sky is darkening. The moon will rise soon.

I'll be quick. I'll be quick. I'll be quick.

But in the winter, the sun doesn't care for the coldness of the day and disappears quickly to his slumber. Before Taggie can reach the cottage at the end of the path, night falls. A blanket of darkness suffocates the woods, and the clouds are pulled back like curtains to reveal the gleaming white moon.

Stopping, she stares at the spotlight of its lunar glow and smiles at its beauty. The woods aren't so bad at night, she thinks. She doesn't fear the woodland creatures, and Granny will be happy to see her. But the darkness makes the path harder to see, and every slight turn and twist of the path makes her second guess herself.

It isn't long until the hungry wolf-lord, who has sent away yet another beautiful lover, has caught the scent of her delicious food and the fresh blood flowing between her legs. Virgin blood. The courses that all women dread each month are the most delicious to the wolf, especially when it comes from a beautiful virgin.

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