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thelibrarian1895 · 17 days

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If your sibling is a rogue then make the best of it

I would like to think that Jason is very Hondo Onakha about kidnapping, very dramatic, fairly polite/chill to the one he kidnapped, minimal trauma, very professional overall but also very theatrical. Out of anyone in Gotham to have as your kidnapper, Jason aka the Red Hood is by far the very best person.

ALL of Jason's family whether they be legal, biological, emotional, or honorary, will absolutely try to convince Jason to kidnap them to get them out of some stupid civilian event. Whether or not Jason will go along with it will depend on several factors such as:

Does this benefit Bruce and get him out of a boring civilian event too? Then so sorry, you're just going to have to suffer!

How busy is Jason at the moment? Because being a drug lord and vigilante is actually pretty time consuming and kidnapping can be a lot of work for potentially very little gain.

What does Jason get out of it? Yes money is all well and good but Jason is rich by his own merits and can just steal from Bruce whenever, there's got to be more to it!

When is the last time Jason has kidnapped this sibling? He can't do it too often or it gets less effective. He has a reputation to maintain after all!

It may also depend on which sib is asking and what they need to be "saved" from.

Dick asks to be kidnapped from a bachelor auction charity? Ha! No chance, sorry Dickie! He will be there though and take pictures and laugh. (And also join all the other siblings who are stalking Dick and the winner of the auction in the event the winner wasn't one of the Bats or an invited member of the JL or Titans using Bruce's money) Dick asking to be kidnapped from a gala or some opening night of trendy place he's at to maintain civilian status? Maybe but the bribe has to be considerable. And it cannot benefit Bruce. Dick's normal bribes consist of taking some tedious part of an investigation over for Jason or getting intel from JL databases for Jason and the Outlaws.

Cass? Anytime and always, favorite sister who can beat him up has special kidnapping privileges, though they did stop for a very long time when some weirdos put out the theory that the Red Hood was in love with Gotham's Princess. (idk if Cass is considered Gotham's Princess in any version of canon but she is to me) Cass does still repay Jason in the form of Black Bat keeping an eye on Jason's territory when he's out of Gotham for any significant length of time.

Tim? He does owe the kid for several incidents and Tim normally doesn't abusive the privilege so he'd probably do it but there does have to be some sort of bribe for appearances sake. Tim usually gets Jason to agree in exchange for pictures of Batman tripping over his cape or in some other ridiculous position. Bonus in Jason's mind if Tim requests a kidnapping when Bruce is off world or otherwise occupied, therefore giving Brucie Wayne's reputation a hit. However if Tim wants to be kidnapped from something where Bruce is also suffering as Brucie, Tim is SOL (Tim might get revenge by getting Kon to wear Red Hood gear and "kidnap" Tim from the event if Jason refused. Kon will do it because Tim asked and also I would like to think that Kon isn't too fond of the guy who beat his best friend/boyfriend nearly to death and will mess with him if given the chance) Since kidnapping normally interferes with things that Tim wants to do however, he may instead bribe Jason to not kidnap a sibling that has asked to be kidnapped. Jason usually obliges this no kidnapping request.

Barbara? Sorry, no, he doesn't want to stress the Commissioner like that. He will, however, kidnap other people for her if she asks.

Stephanie? No Stephanie, he doesn't care what you offer, he's not kidnapping you so you can avoid your finals! Stephanie has, however, worn various wigs and been various hostages who died at the hands of the Hood in order to maintain his reputation. She gets paid in baked goods for her service.

Damian? Damian considered the idea ridiculous and proclaimed he'd never stoop so low and he would carry out his duties no matter how onerous! Damian then had to go to a Gotham gala. Damian is trying very hard to figure out a suitable bribe to get the Red Hood to kidnap him often enough that Bruce will be forced to keep Damian away from galas because of the ongoing security threat. So far it hasn't worked because Damian is very bad at bribing Jason, Jason thinks Damian forced to interact with normal people is funny, and Tim is successfully bribing Jason to ignore Damian's bribery attempts. The Red Hood has "kidnapped" Damian once, as a treat, when he thought the kid was looking particularly down about something.

Duke? Duke has yet to be made to attend any society gatherings as the solo Wayne (normally that falls to Bruce, Dick, or Tim) and can usually be spotted hanging out with Cass by the snack table at any gala or trendy event. He's not at Cass's level of reading body language but he's pretty darn good and he and Cass have reached a new level of being able to avoid annoying rich people while at parties. Duke is Cass's favorite gala buddy. Duke hasn't felt the need to ask Jason to kidnap him yet but Jason will allow the first one to be free of charge, no questions asked. After that Duke hasn't figured out suitable bribes for Jason but has realized that all of his siblings are hyper competitive and that Jason would absolutely wager a kidnapping in a competition or for a bet.

Alfred? If Alfred asked then Jason would without any caveat. Alfred will not ask however but might ask on behalf of someone else and Jason will comply.

Bruce? Jason just laughs. And if someone else is planning on kidnapping Brucie Wayne from a particularly boring business meeting or gala? Jason will actively thwart the kidnapping to force Bruce to continue to deal with social activity.

Jason usually splits a portion of the ransom money into bonuses for his goons since their original job outline is drug dealer/enforcer/mobster and not kidnapper. If they're going to get major felonies on their records, better make it financially worth it. All of Jason's goons are masked during any kidnapping event. The rest of the ransom money goes towards a charity of Jason's choosing.

Jason has also kidnapped people who are not his family or family adjacent. Barbara thought her dad could use a vacation at one point but he didn't have the PTO for it so Barbara had the Red Hood kidnap him. James Gordon experienced the weirdest kidnapping of his life that included some of the best food he'd ever eaten, an extremely soft bed, his pile of books that were on his reading list, and access to the sports games he'd meant to watch. The ransom was successfully paid after he had a week to relax. Gordon was then, as per protocol, allowed time to relax after his "harrowing" event. Barbara forced him to take the time. Strangely enough, some politicians who had been giving the Commissioner a hard time were suddenly very quiet when James Gordon came back, well rested, well fed, and ready to get back to the grind. It, of course, had nothing to do with the very polite emails with pictures attached that they all received while the Commissioner was very publicly out of the way.

Oliver Queen, when he was visiting Gotham, was kidnapped by the Red Hood. He was released after the ransom was paid and specifically he was released back in Star City. Mr. Queen was unavailable for comment after the incident but some sources say that he was cursing bats for some reason.

Lois Lane found herself kidnapped by Red Hood and ransomed by the Daily Planet while Superman was off world. Lois Lane returned safely to Metropolis and published a shocking expose on Luthor's latest scheme. Her sources for the article remain a secret.

Bruce is very grumpy about the whole thing, not just because Jason won't help his poor father get out of the stupid social event, but also because Jason being technically a rogue like this makes it very hard for him to successfully argue that Jason should let himself regain legal living status.

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space-invading-pigeon · 2 years

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Steve came home from work one day pissed as hell. His coworker had made three of his little ones cry, the service dog that was supposed to visit the long-term patients was cancelled last minute, Dustin texted him to cancel their weekly phone call because he and Suzie were fighting, Hopper had to postpone his monthly check-in because El caught a stomach bug at school, and Mrs. Ryans stopped him in the lobby to tell him that she's praying his "no good devil worshipping roommate" received the damnation he supposedly deserves.

So Steve burst into his home, fuming, face flushed red in his anger, and startled poor Eddie out of his armchair. "I called Mrs. Ryans a stupid old hag and I'm not apologizing!" He announced, practically throwing his shoes into their proper place. "She's stupid and I hope she breaks her other hip."

Eddie started his usual task of making brownies (he's a firm believer that chocolate can make anything better, and he knows that Steve's got an almost pavlovian response to the smell of brownies now) while Steve changes out of his scrubs and into something more comfortable. He'd completely bypassed his own closet, instead stealing one of Eddie's prized Iron Maiden tees to go with his threadbare pajama bottoms. Eddie opened his mouth to ask what had happened that day to make Steve so upset, but Steve didn't let him.

"Seriously, why does she hate you so much? You're like the sweetest person ever. So I told her to stop talking shit about you, and she was like, 'why should I,' so I told her that my baby sister would slap the wig off her bald little head if she kept being shitty to my boyfriend, and I might have actually given her a heart attack. Should we go check on her?" Eddie froze at Steve's admission; first of all, a baby sister?? But, more pressing, boyfriend. "Oh, my god, I might have killed our elderly neighbor. El wouldn't actually slap her! Wait, yes she would. She's still learning social norms and I don't think Hop told her that hitting old people is frowned on. I don't- does Hop know not to hit old people? Eddie, my dad might abuse the elderly."

"Stevie, honey, slow down," he finally settled on. Eddie bypassed their little dining table to sit Steve on the couch. "One thing at a time. Mrs. Ryans is not dead, we'd have heard all the munchkins singing by now."

"I'm not going to prison for shocking our neighbor to death, Eddie, I'd rather be melted into a giant flesh monster," Steve piped up. Eddie didn't have time to unpack whatever that meant, so he ignored it.

"You're talking about your sister like she's not used to humans."

"She's not, really. She was ex- she was, um, bad home life. Before we met. She's Hopper's daughter now, but before, her dad fucked her up. Like, doomsday, raise the children in isolation, fucked up." Steve was marginally calmer, but his anger gave way to nerves as everything he'd said caught up with him. "I called you my boyfriend."

"Good to know you've got beauty and brains, sweetheart," Eddie cooed at him, smacking an exaggerated kiss to his cheek. "Not every day I have such a cute guy screaming at old ladies for me."

"J-just the one old lady. You're not mad I called you my boyfriend?" Eddie paused there, giving Steve the flattest stare he could manage.

"Steve. I've been flirting with you for two years. Bruce has been trying to get me to propose to you for one of those two years."

"Bruce just had a baby, he should worry about-"

"Bruce tried to explain to you that we're dating and you called him a funny guy, honey. Congrats, you're the last to know."

"We're dating?" Steve shrieked, and Eddie couldn't help but laugh. Steve's face was so incredulous, like he really had no idea, and as sad as it was to see that, it was just too funny to Eddie that they'd been dating in almost every sense for more than a year before Steve seemed to be aware of it. "Are you telling me I could have kissed you this whole time?"

"Well, yeah, obviously. Stevie, you really didn't know? I thought it was obvious how much I love you, sweetheart."

#steddie #steve harrington #stranger things headcanons #eddie munson #eddie and steve #roommates au #the party #here's how they get together #as a lil treat #because im going to make them suffer later

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daydreams-after-dark · 1 month

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Show Mommy

Synopsis: Lee Know dressed as Aunt Lina was doing things to you as you watched him on set. But what happens when you are invited to an after party and accidentally end up in Lee Know's room, and he's still in costume?

NSFW // 18+ MINORS DNI for the love of god.

Features: female reader x cross dressing aunty lino

Word count: 4.4k

This link though

nsfw warnings below.

Kinks and warnings: Mummy kink (Lee Know is referred to as Mummy), choking on cock (cutting off air supply), Edging, Light Dom/Sub, Pet names (Mummy, babygirl, kitten etc), Name calling (slut, whore), unprotected piv sex, oral sex (m rec), cross dressing, vaginal fingering, creampie.

a/n: This story was born out of an ask from friend @noellllslut She was after Lee Know dressed as Aunt Lino who fucks reader's brains out. It was originally posted on my main blog @moonlightndaydreams but the themes fit the feel of this blog. So it now resides over here. Please welcome it make it feel at home 😘

Lee Know couldn’t help but notice the way you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him while he was on was the SKZ Family set. So he deliberately slouched back in his seat, spreading his legs unashamedly under the silk skirt he wore as part of his Aunty Lino costume. He knew what it was doing to you. You tried your hardest to look away, but your eyes kept returning to him, alternating between gazing at his beautiful dolled up face and wig, to almost drooling as you stared at his crotch. You knew what was underneath that dress, although you’d never seen it or experienced it first hand.

Lee Know had seen you around a few times now. You were the newest staff member of the catering service that sometimes provided refreshments and food to the group. You stood out like a sore thumb, actually, with your eyes wide, starstruck. You’d never been in such close proximity to idols before.

Lee Know thought you looked cute. He liked that you seemed flustered around him and the other members. But he also noticed that you didn’t seem to ever really be looking at them, but rather your gaze was always on him. Your stare made him feel flushed. Luckily the blush make up could hide the fact there was also a natural shade of pink burning on his skin.

You were looking at him almost shamelessly towards the end of filming. That’s why he kept opening his legs to sit “unladylike”. That’s why he raised his voice, bellowing angrily, confusing you with the alluring mix of feminine and masculine. That’s why he dared to glance right back at you whenever he looked around the room. He wanted to send you a message; that he knew you were watching him, and he wanted you to know that he was enjoying it.

You felt like you would certainly have a heart attack if he looked at you one more time. The way he sat back in the chair, feet planted far apart made you want to fucking straddle him then and there. He was taunting you with brief glances, and eventually outright stares. You felt an ache in your core and a wetness forming between your legs. Thank fuck this was almost over and you could pack up and leave.

“Hey!” Your colleague caught your attention. “Turns out they want to stay dressed up to go to the holiday house to have a party. Apparently you’re invited!” He exclaimed. “Maybe you could take all the spare food there. Come and help me pack and up and you can drive it over there now and set up.”

Well there goes going home. Wait. What? They invited you? You felt anxiety rising inside your chest.

“Here, let me help.” You turned towards the voice that broke your thoughts. Fucking Lee Know.

“Oh—“ you choked. “Um… it’s fine. Really.” You managed to say. He was standing awfully close to you. He wasn’t a lot taller than you were, and so you got a perfect close up view of his gorgeous face. His pretty almond eyes framed by the hair of the chestnut brown wig. How the hell were you going to survive the night? Both your nerves and horny levels were through the roof.

“I insist, kitten. Let’s get the lids on these, and I’ll help carry them out to the car.” He smiled kindly. Who were you to deny him? You were told by your boss when you started this job to do anything the idols want. If they want to help you, then you had to let them.

You felt his eyes on you as he followed you out to your car, hoping he wasn’t looking at your ass.

“So, I’ll be seeing you at the party tonight, yeah?” He asked closing the car boot and turning to lean on it.

“Well I have to be there - all the food is in my car now.” You chuckled like an idiot, then looked down at your feet.

Lee Know simply smirked at you. “You’re an interesting little kitty.” He continued to smirk whilst he’s eyes turned dark. How were you meant to respond to that?

“Well,” He suddenly stood tall as if snapping out of his thoughts, and walked around to the driver’s side of the car, opening the door for you. “Drive safely.” He said as you slid into the seat. You rolled your eyes “Yes Mum.” You mocked like you were an unamused teenager responding to an overprotective parent.

Lee Know’s energy shifted. “What did you just call me?” His tone was one of amusement, but there was something behind his eyes. Something devious. He leaned down in the doorway, one hand resting on the open door, the other on the side of the car, his curtain of “hair” framing his pretty face in the most elegant way.

“I said: Yes, Mummy.” You repeated condescendingly and locked eyes on him. Fuck he made you feel nervous, but you weren’t going to let on. Something inside you was enjoying being a little bratty.

“Hmm.” He said standing back up and closing the car door and walking back inside without another word.

You pulled up at the holiday house, knowing that you would have arrived there before the members. That gave you time to fumble around your car for your emergency “going out bag” - ready with a little black dress, a hairbrush and makeup - and then took the left over food up to the house in two trips. A staff member let you in so you could set up. You took a deep breath as you surveyed the food. Yep everything looked fine.

Your next priority was changing into your dress so you went in search of a bathroom to get changed and touch up your makeup. You didn’t want to take up the common bathroom, so you went looking for an ensuite off of a bedroom. It didn’t take long to find one that seemed suitable. The far bedroom down the hall. You’d be out of the way in this room. No one would stumble upon you there. You closed the bedroom door and went into the the bathroom, peeling off your black slacks and black blouse, realising you weren’t wearing an appropriate bra for the dress you had brought. Fuck it. You had nice tits though, so you decided to go bra-less. Your dress was a black mini dress, super tight (it’ll hold those puppies in), that zipped up the entire front - from the hem to the neckline. It was probably too much for the occasion. It was more a clubbing dress, not a hang out with some idols at a casual house party type of dress. But it was either that or your work clothes. You glanced down at the discarded slacks and blouse and then back up to your reflection. Nope! The dress it is.

Next you added some heavier eyeshadow and a tonne of mascara. Finally, a slick of red lipstick. You weren’t planning to impress anyone, right? You just needed to match the makeup to the dress.

You could hear loud music thumping, and muffled boisterous voices through the walls. The boys must have arrived.

You looked yourself over in the vanity mirror one final time. Okay. You’ve got this. You don’t actually have to speak to him. It’s okay. You reassured yourself. Just chat to someone else. Maybe Han. Or Felix. They seem safe.

You pepped yourself up, took a deep breath and opened the door to go back into the bedroom.

Your heart almost jumped out of your body and out of the window. Actually, you wanted to throw your entire body out of the window.

Lee Know. Sitting on the end of the bed. Directly facing you. Legs fucking spread. Still in Aunty-fucking-Lino mode.

His mouth was parted slightly. He was taken aback by what he saw. But he recovered quickly and you didn’t notice because you were too busy having some sort of panic attack. “W-what are you doing in here?” You asked timidly.

Lee know chuckled. “This is my room for the night. I wasn’t expecting a visitor waiting for me.”

“Oh!” Was all that came out of your mouth and your hand flew to your chest, clasping at the zipper, ensuring you were properly dressed. The way he was looking at you made you feel naked. Exposed. Vulnerable.

“I’m really sorry.” You smiled sheepishly. “I’ll be out of your way.” Of all the rooms you chose to change in, it had to be Lee Know’s.

You lowered your head and nervously made a beeline for the door. The sooner you removed yourself from the situation the better.

You reached for the door handle, but a hand landed on the door, next to your head, preventing you from opening it. Preventing you from leaving. Trapping you. A rustle of fabric grazed the back of your bare legs, making you freeze. Lee Know’s warm breath on your neck caused goosebumps to appear on your skin. You tried to ignore the ache between your legs.

But there was something else happening too. Despite your nerves. Despite this situation being inappropriate and unprofessional. Despite your oftentimes timid nature, you were curious. It was almost like there was a little devil on your shoulder, a little voice that made your insides itch to torment Lee Know.

“What’s the matter? Doesn’t Mummy want to let me out of the house dressed like this?” You boldly teased.

Lee Know pressed his erection into your ass, startling you. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath his dress, his hard cock bouncing freely against you made that perfectly clear. You laughed condescendingly and continued to torment. “Afraid some boys will ruin my honour? Steal my innocence, hmm?”

Lee know growled and spun you around and pushed you against the door.

“There won’t be anything for those boys to ruin once I let you leave this room.” He sneered low and deadly, staring into your eyes.

His gaze dropped to your zipper. You held your breath. He won’t. Surely. He took his thumb and forefinger and grasped the toggle. Oh fuck he is going to. He unzipped your dress all the way, causing it to pop open and your bare tits to spill out, exposing you to the man in front of you.

Your hands automatically came to cover your breasts, a red hot flush overtaking your body.

“Tsk tsk, little one.” He soothed, taking a hand to yours and peeling it slowly away from your chest. “You need to show Mummy what you’re hiding.” He said softly. As you let him remove your hands, his eyes hungrily roamed your almost naked body. You held your breath as he sucked in a breath through his teeth. A pained expression on his face.

“What else have you been keeping secret?’ He leaned his mouth against your neck, making you shudder.

“N-nothing.” Your voice trembled. Lee Know’s energy felt so intoxicating.

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” His voice deep in your ear, his fingers resting on your hips.

“I-I’m not.” You repeat he dug his fingers hard into your flesh.

“I’m going to have to check for myself, then.” He whispered. He slid his hand all the way down your body and slipped a finger between your lips, exploring, checking. You closed your eyes. You knew you were absolutely soaked. There was no way to deny it.

“I knew it. You were hiding something from Mummy, after all.” He smirked. “I saw the way you were looking at me earlier. Yet you said you weren’t hiding anything from me.” He shoved a finger into your pussy without warning, making you cry out and throw your head back.

“I’m sorry.” You panted. You were alarmed at the wet noises that were already coming from your cunt as Lee Know started to finger fuck you.

“Sorry who?” He snarled.

“Ahh… Sorry, Mummy.” You cried.

“Sorry for what?” He demanded, thrusting into your spongy wall.

“Sorry I was hiding it.” You said, whimpering now.

“Hiding what.” Oh god you were almost there already.

“That I want you to fuck me.” Your hand flung over you mouth. What the fuck did you just say? How did he just get you to say that?

“Why do you want Mummy to fuck you?” There was genuine curiosity behind is eyes. His fingers stilled inside you while he waited for your to respond.

“Because you’re just so pretty…and soft. Delicate, even. Makes me want to taste your lips.” You whimper, almost in tears because he had stopped fingering you when you were so close to climaxing.

“Let me make it clear, I’m far from pretty, or soft, or delicate.” Minho spat and raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. He didn’t like that you thought he was soft. You needed to be taught just how punishing, brutal, satisfying he could be. He smashed down hard on your mouth. His sticky lip gloss mixing with your bright red lipstick.

His tongue pushed it’s way into your mouth and you took it willingly, letting it explore your own tongue, taking up space inside your mouth. His kiss letting you know how much he wanted to be inside your body, and what it felt like to have him possess you.

You pulled away. “You’re wrong, Mummy. I bet your cock’s pretty… ” You whispered.

“On your knees. Now.” He growled. “Mummy needs to punish you for hiding things.”

You immediately sunk to your knees and Lee Know pulled your dress off completely, leaving you on in just your tiny purple, soaking, satin thong. You were shaking with anticipation and arousal as your fingers gripped the hem of his skirt. You slowly gathered the delicate fabric, lifting it up… up… up. Slowly revealing his strong, toned thighs. You gulped. You were almost there. Almost at the top of his legs. Just another inch, and there it was. The most mouthwatering cock you had ever seen. Your eyes widened.

The sight was positively obscene. He looked so soft and delicate in his wig, makeup and layers of pretty fabric. But underneath his skirt he was rock hard, veins bulging, pre-cum oozing from the tip. His angry erection eager and ready to tear up a pussy or a mouth. Your mouth. Right now.

Lee know took the skirt from your hands, bunching it up and holding it behind his back so that his view of you wasn’t obstructed. His other hand rested above you on the door.

You kept your eyes on him as you slowly dragged your fingernails up his thighs, noticing his eyes close momentarily as he shuddered through an exhale. He was trying to hide the anticipation and pure lust that ran through his veins. You wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock, pointing it towards you. You leaned in and kissed the tip then smeared the pre-cum over your lips. “Fuck, baby girl. Stop teasing.” He panted when your tongue poked out and licked the tip. Despite your cunt begging you to throw him on the bed and demand he fuck the living shit out of you, you wanted to take your time pleasuring him with your mouth. Lee Know stayed as still as possible, using all his willpower not tear up your throat with his cock as you continued to take it slow.

You licked his shaft from base to tip, you tongue exploring the ridges of his veins that ran along the length. You lifted his cock towards his stomach so you could take his balls in your mouth, suckling them, humming on them. “F-fuckkk!” Lee Know hissed. You could feel his legs shake slightly, faltering just the slightest bit. And then you wrapped your lips around the head of his dick and sunk down as far as you could in one fluid motion. Lee Know whimpered and you purred at how good it felt to have him in your mouth.

You sped up your movements as your head bobbed up and down along his cock, taking more and more of him into the back of your throat. Saliva began to drip down your hand that was working the remaining length you couldn’t quite take. You wanted to take him entirely and tears sprang from your eyes as you gagged around him. “So fucking perfect…mmmm….so slutty…..slutty little girl just wants cock, hmm? So pretty, so dirty with Mummy’s cock rammed down her throat.” Filthy words spilled from his mouth.

Looking down at you endearingly, he reached down and grasped your jaw, forcing it open in the most careful and gentle way. You locked eyes on him as he slowly withdrew his cock, holding your jaw still, sighing as more and more of it emerged from your mouth dripping in saliva. He was almost the whole way out, and your cunt clenched in anticipation to be filled, but Lee Know simply sunk back into your mouth again with a low groan. He pushed himself all the way in, pressing the back of your head towards him as he pushed his hips forward. You couldn’t breath for a good thirty seconds. Then he eased out enough for you to take a breath. You had to be quick though, because he was back down your throat without warning.

Tears ran down your face as your air supply was repeatedly cut off, but never longer than you could handle. The head of his cock making you gag, causing your eyes to water even more.

“So messy for me.” Lee know murmured, smearing your mascara further down your cheek with his thumb. “You look like a little slut, the way you take all of me in like that.” Lee know started fuck your face faster now, your hands gripping onto his perfect dancer’s thighs so you wouldn’t get knocked backwards. Not that you really could be knocked backwards with his hand holding you so firmly against his pelvis on every thrust.

All you could think about was how much you needed this cock inside another hole. Any of them. All of them! You wanted Lee Know to fill you up in every way.

“Fuck! You feel so good. Such a good fucking girl.” He grunted. Good girl. Oh god you needed him to fuck you. You were more than ready. You reached down to your drenched panties, pushing the fabric aside and started to rub your clit frantically. You needed the release. You needed to fucking come!

Lee know pulled your head back by your hair, pulling his cock out of your mouth. “On the bed right fucking now.” He demanded, pulling you up and pushing you down on the bed. “Head down, ass up. Let me get a good look at you.” He gripped one of your ass cheek, the jiggle eliciting a low growl from him. “If you turn your head the other way you’ll be in for a treat.” He whispered peeling your panties down your thighs.

You lifted your mascara stained cheek off the mattress and turned to rest your other cheek on the bed. You were staring directly into a full length mirror, and you were just in time to watch Lee Know approach you from behind.

With one hand holding his skirt out of the way and the other around his length, he lined himself up to your slick entrance, but didn’t penetrate you just yet. He teased you a moment longer by dragging his tip through your dripping lips from the entrance to your clit. Your legs were already trembling from the sheer desperation of needing to be speared by his cock. And you could see it all unfolding in the reflection of the mirror. The moment Lee know’s hips pushed forward. The moment the tip pushed passed your entrance making you gasp at both the visual and the actual sensation of him stretching you open. You saw the furrowed brow and then the look of relief on his face as he sunk further into your cunt. You saw him flick his long hair over his shoulder and then grip your hip as he began to thrust into you fully.

“So tight… your cunt feels so fucking tight.” He mumbled, losing himself immediately.

“Am I wet, Mummy?” You choked. You caught him smirk at your desperation for praise.

“Mmm… absolutely fucking soaking… listen carefully you can hear it… “

You could hear the squelching sounds filling the room but you wanted him to tell you. You wanted to hear him say dirty things.

“Is this what you wanted? Mummy to stuff your pussy full of cock?” He quickened his thrusts, the tip of his cock hitting you deep inside. “Answer me.” Me growled and slapped a hand down on your ass. You cried out at the sting. “Yes, M-mummy.” Lee Know slapped you again. “That’s it, you can scream… no one’s gonna hear you. No one will come and help you.” His words made your walls clench, the thought of being trapped in the room where no one could hear your screams, where Lee Know could do anything he desired, made the tension in you core tighten. You were going to come any moment.

“Fuck, your cunt is sucking me in… greedy, tight, little…grr.” He propped a foot up on the bed next to your leg to get a different, a deeper, angle. His deep, hard, brutal thrusts slamming directly against your cervix. Over and over and… “Fuckkk!!! Mummmy!!!! Ahhhh.” You cried out at full volume as you involuntarily clenched and relaxed around Lee Know’s cock. Your entire body convulsed and shook with what was easily one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had. Especially when your clitoris was practically untouched. After you came down, Lee Know pulled out abruptly and you collapsed on the bed, still shaking. You rolled onto your back and looked up at Lee Know, expecting him to be depositing his load on your body. But instead, you found him trying to calm his breath and slow his heart. His cock was screaming for release, but it seemed he didn’t want to come just yet. “Lee Know, let me take care of you.” You sat up, reaching for him.

He shook his head. “No, sweet kitten. Just give me a sec.” He panted as though he was in pain, and you were confused. He climbed up on the bed and laid on his back, his head resting on the pillows.

He reached out for you with his hand. “Come ride me…please.” He ushered you over to him, desperation on his face. He had just fucking edged himself.

You kicked off your panties entirely and climbed up to straddle him. He looked a mess. His wig slightly askew, his own mascara running down his cheeks, your red lipstick smeared across his lower lip. He looked perfectly fucked up. You bit on your lower lip as you sank over his cock, drawing a sharp a hiss from his mouth. “So tight.” He mumbled under his breath. “So fucking wet.” He closed his eyes and let his head fall back onto the pillow. His hands found purchase on your hips as you rolled your them, grinding against him. You moved slowly, your clit pressing against his hard lower abdomen.

“Open your eyes, Mummy. Look at me. Watch me. Am I doing good?” You purred. Lee Know opened his eyes. They were blown out, hazy with lust and the need to climax. Yet there was also a kindness and a softness to them.

“You’re doing so good, little one. So fucking perfect.” He smiled. “I need you to make Mummy come now. Good girl. Yes like that.” He praised you as you moved a little faster. Lee Know’s cock filled you so well. Stretching you perfectly. Touching the deepest parts of you. “You really do have a pretty cock, you know? Need you to fill me up with your cum now. Need it deep inside my pussy.” You were losing yourself as well as another orgasm was building. You looked down at the man underneath you, reaching down and playing with the little tie on his jacket and then reaching up to cup his cheek. He pulled you down onto him, taking your mouth with his, finding your tongue, climbing inside of you. Possessing you completely.

Something inside him snapped, and with his hands digging into your hips he began to pound into you brutally from underneath you. Loud whimpers jolting out of you from the force behind his hips. He brought a thumb to your clit, circling it as he knocked the breath out of you time and time again. “Come with me.” It wasn’t quite a demand, it was more of a plea.

“Come in me. Fill me up…please.” You plead in return as your orgasm hit. Electricity shot through your body and out your fingers and toes, and you clamped down hard around Lee know’s cock. “Oh fucking Go—” you cried at the top of your lungs.

“Fuckkkk!!!” Lee know growled as hips hips faltered and you felt his hot seed spurt deep inside of you. His orgasm seemed to last an eternity, and you knew there was so much cum, you could feel it coating your insides. It was already starting to leak out around the base of his cock.

After a few moments you pulled off him, flinging yourself on the bed next to him. You were both still panting, trying to catch your breath. Trying to process what had just happened.

“Fuck that was amazing!” Lee Know stated. “I didn’t expect to be so into that.”

You rolled onto your side and looked at him. “What, the Mummy thing or the cross dressing?” you asked.

“Both.” He suddenly looked nervous. You leaned down and kissed him slow and deep. “Me either.” You admitted.

“Hey,” he pushed a strand of hair out of your face. “Let’s go take a shower, and then I’ll show you what Daddy can do to you.” He whispered deviously.

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Another sex offender TIM released into the public.........and given a laptop

Daughter's fury as paedophile father who abused and shared images of her with other sick perverts online before changing gender in prison is quietly released (...and given a laptop by an offender's charity)

By ROSS SLATER

PUBLISHED: 10:47 EDT, 16 July 2023 | UPDATED: 10:49 EDT, 16 July 2023

A paedophile who changed gender while in prison for sexually abusing her own daughter as a child and sending explicit photos of her to perverts online has been quietly released back into the community - and given a laptop by a do-gooding charity.

Claire Fox, 61, who was previously known as Clive Bundy, a father of six, served just seven years of a 15-year jail sentence, before being settled into a tiny market town on the Welsh borders.

Fox, who wears a black wig and floral dresses told neighbours, who knew nothing of her sordid past, that she was an electrician from Bangor as they helped her get settled into her new surroundings and helped her furnish her flat.

Fox's release from prison has appalled her daughter Ceri-Lee Galvin, who bravely waived her right to anonymity, having been abused by her father for nine years from the age of eight.

Revealing her astonishment, Ceri-Lee, 24, told MailOnline: 'My father is not a woman and I refuse to recognise him as such. He changed his gender in prison to make his life there easier.

But now he is out and already up to his usual tricks – conning everyone he meets.

'The fact he is now dressed as a woman makes him more dangerous as young girls are his thing and he has never shown any remorse.

'My father is a highly manipulative man who has attended no sexual offender rehabilitation programmes, shown no remorse for what he has done and openly admits finding children attractive.

'There have been no meetings I'm aware of to tell local schools about his presence, he has no tag and no curfew. He has just been put into this community and given all he could wish for – food, furniture, a home and a laptop.'

Ceri-Lee, now a student paramedic, added: 'I am in no way transphobic and I feel incredibly sorry for people who genuinely need to transition. They face stigma and worse because of cases like this.

'But it should just not be an option for those convicted of sexual offences against children to suddenly say that they want to be a woman.

'This only arose at the end of 2021 when he was due to be moved to an open prison but then had a fight with a fellow prisoner that was serious enough to stop the move.

'That is when he went for the gender change – when he was almost 60, having been a macho man all his life and having had eight children and having never mentioned gender dysphoria before.

'Now he is being indulged by everyone. The prison service gave him make-up and women's clothes and now a charity for the armed forces have provided him with so much stuff when all he did was a short stint in the Territorial Army in his 20s.

He has conned them. He was never a soldier. The whole thing is outrageous.'

Fox arrived in a sheltered accommodation block for older people in a tiny town at the start of June.

She was given new furniture, a television, printer, washing machine, crockery and a laptop by the armed forces charity SSAFA because she had once been in the Territorial Army.

Fox's neighbour Lyn Robinson, 74, said: 'My first impression was that this person was very cheerful and amenable, assuring all us older people that they'd be no trouble. They seemed very confident despite the outlandish appearance.

'I thought she might find it difficult fitting in so I really took care of her. I gave her clothes and even lent her £70, which is a lot for a pensioner.

'I took her to the food bank at the Baptist Church where she was given loads of stuff including vouchers for a butcher in town and for a coffee shop.

'And we went to a concert at St Edward's Church where I introduced her to the vicar. I had no idea of her history.

Fox's decision to change gender before being released from prison, provoked a storm of protest when it was revealed in April.

She chose the same name as gender-critical campaigner and media pundit Claire Fox, now sitting in the House of Lords as Baroness Fox of Buckley.

Campaign groups fear that by changing their gender, sex offenders can effectively whitewash their past and could avoid detection under the Home Office's Disclosure and Barring Service, set up to protect children from abusers.

DBS uses official paperwork such as a passport or driving licence to carry out their checks, both of which can prove difficult to check after choosing a new name and gender.

The potential loophole is provided by the Gender Recognition Act (2004), which created a 'sensitive applications route' for trans people.

Ceri-Lee added: 'The victim liaison officer told me the only reason I was being informed about the name and gender change was because he had given permission for this to happen.

'It's allowing him to say that Clive Bundy never existed, that my abuse never existed and it is clearly a danger to children which is why I decided to speak out.'

Fox is not the first sex offender to change gender while in prison

A rapist who carried out sexual attacks as a man named Adam Graham in 2016 and 2019 sparked a heated debate earlier this year after changing gender and name to Isla Bryson while waiting to stand trial at the High Court in Glasgow.

And in 2018, convicted rapist 'Karen White' – branded a 'highly manipulative' predator by a judge – was moved to HMP New Hall in Wakefield, West Yorkshire, and sexually assaulted two women inmates.

Fox was arrested after police discovered images of Ceri-Lee online that the abuser had been trading with other pedophiles.

She was later charged with and admitted to several counts of sexual activity with Ceri-Lee, inciting a child to engage in sexual activity and distributing indecent images.

In 2016 she was sentenced to 15 years in prison. It was not until the end of 2021 that she told the authorities she wanted to change gender.

A SSAFA spokesperson, said: 'SSAFA, the Armed Forces charity provides practical, emotional and financial assistance to serving personnel, reservists, veterans and their families in their time of need. Due to data protection laws and our need to protect our beneficiaries' and employees' confidentiality, we cannot comment on individuals or their circumstances.'

A spokesperson for Dyfed-Powys Police said: 'In line with national guidelines we can neither confirm nor deny the information you have provided.

'However, we can confirm that Multi Agency Public Protection Arrangements are utilised throughout the entire force area to manage appropriate offenders living in the community and they will be closely supervised by local officers to minimise any risk.'

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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year

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Wild Nights || CL16 {5}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x songstress!reader Summary: You show your support for Charles and he shows his support for you. Warnings: 18+only, just Charles being himself WC: 2k

F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Epilogue

“Hurry up or you’re going to be late to your own show,” Bea urged as she tugged at your arm. “Come on, we have to go!”

You rose on your tiptoes and tried to look over the sea of people. “Just one more minute.”

“I gave you ten.”

You checked your phone again but there was no new message from Charles since his last update that he was just going to quickly shower. You had briefly seen him before the free practice, but other than a few quiet words in the back of Ferrari’s hospitality you hadn’t really spent any time with him since landing in Las Vegas.

You had thought scheduling concerts in the same city would mean seeing more of Charles but nothing was ever quite that simple.

Sighing, you sent him a message apologising for leaving without a proper goodbye and reminded him not to wait up for you. It would be late by the time you finished the show and he needed an early night before his qualifying race, but hopefully you were able to find a few minutes together in the morning before he left.

The drive through the city was long with traffic congestion and you spent most of it checking your phone to the point that Bea leaned over and ripped it from your hands.

“Hey!” you growled as she tossed it into the front seat beside the chauffeur. “I was using that.”

“No, you were distracted by it.” She grabbed a bottle of champagne from the minifridge and popped the cork. “Here, bottoms up.”

“Classy,” you murmured as you took the bottle and drank straight from it.

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes and took it back for a quick swig of her own. “At least I know it will get you to relax. Luckily your makeup has survived the day, there won’t be time to redo it.”

“There was a time when you said I didn’t need make up, is this you saying I’m getting ugly?”

“Pfft, bitch, please. If I thought you were ugly I would tell it to you straight, like a good friend. You’re beautiful and I’m jealous, I just thank god I have these,” she said as she grabbed her boobs for emphasis. “They kill my back, but they look damn good.”

“Forget your back, I heard they nearly killed Pierre,” you chuckled. “I think his fans would have a problem if you accidentally smothered him with those.”

“At least he would die happy and doing what he loved. Imagine that obituary.”

“I’d rather not.” Your nose wrinkled at the thought of any type of obituary for a racer, it was an all too real possibility you tried not to dwell on.

Bea agreed quietly with another drink from the bottle and cast her eyes out the window, taking in the bright lights of the strip. She nearly spit out her mouthful at the sight of an electronic billboard advertising the first Las Vegas F1 race. “Wow, they really got him again?”

You leaned over the seat and saw the ad of Charles decked out in a glittering jacket, elvis wig and pink feather boa as a deck of cards rained down. A laugh bubbled up as you took the bottle back and brought it up to your lips with a dopey smile. “He’s too sweet and trusting, a little gullible too.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” she joked as the car pulled into the service entrance of the MGM. and she took the half empty bottle away. “Can’t have you drunk on opening night.”

“Can I have my phone back?”

She reached through the front and grabbed it off the seat. “Fine, but no moping like a sad sap because we have to run.”

The door to the car opened to an entourage of people chiding you for the tardiness and you were hustled through the back channels of the building, stopping briefly in a room little larger than a closet to change outfits before you reached the backstage area.

“You have five minutes,” the head coordinator warned as Bea arrived with a cup of lemon, ginger and honey tea to help warm your vocal chords.

You thanked her as you sipped the hot drink and felt your phone vibrate with a notification as Scuderia Ferrari’s Instagram went live. ‘Music Challenge’ was the caption and you waved Bea over knowing they were always entertaining.

“Oh, I love this song,” Charles exclaimed as he nodded his head along.

“You say that every time,” Carlos complained.

“Kill Bill?”

“Correct!” The interviewer confirmed as Carlos groaned and fell back into the couch in defeat.

“How do you know that?”

“I listen to a lot of music.”

They both fell silent as the next song started and they both smashed their hands on their little bells.

“Flowers,” Carlos shouted. “Flowers, flowers, I got it first.”

“You got it loudest,” Charles disputed but the moment the next song started he was jumping up and pinging his bell in time. “Y/N, Love You Need!” He turned to Carlos and blew him a kiss. “It’s my song.”

“That’s not fair, I don’t have a song.”

“I’m sure someone has written a song about you, probably not a love song though,” Charles teased before he checked his watch. “Ay, I need to go or the next song she writes about me won’t be happy either. Ciao!”

“He quit so I win, right?”

“No, no, no I didn’t quit.” Charles paused his exit to point an accusing finger back at his teammate. “You took so long fixing your hair that we started late.”

“Still, I win, because you’re leaving.”

“See this,” Charles turned to the camera, his hand still waving to his team mate, “he doesn’t care about winning, he’s just upset he wasn’t invited to Y/N’s concert. Carlos?”

Carlos batted his eyelashes with a smile. “Yes, Charles?”

“Would you like to come with me?”

Carlos was already on his feet. “I thought you would never ask.”

Charles rolled his eyes but couldn’t help laughing. “Vamos, we’re late.”

You turned to Bea as the live feed ended and you shoved your phone into the storage cupboard beside the stairs leading to the stage. “Did you know he was coming?”

“Duh, who do you think set him up with a backstage pass?” She shrugged and put her own phone away along with her jacket. “I gave him a few in case he wanted to bring some friends.”

You cocked an eyebrow and smirked. “You mean Pierre…”

“I mean friends, and if that happens to be Pierre then I have no problem with that.”

You didn’t have an opportunity to tease her further about the commitment issues the two of them had before a microphone was shoved into your hands and you were pointed to the stage entrance.

“Kill it babe!” Bae shouted with a thumbs up as she jogged around to the other stage entrance for her cue.

The sold out crowd was a swirling mass of energy and it swelled as you stepped into the spotlight, their screams barely blocked by the earpieces that you had pushed into your ears as you took the stairs. The rush of seeing the excitement on their faces never ceased to amaze you and you bounced on your toes eagerly.

“What’s up, Las Vegas? Are you doing alright tonight?” Their responding screams shook the stage and widened your grin. “That’s good to hear, because, for me, well, I’m Fine.”

The music started and remembered the day you started writing the song, taking off from Monaco. It had begun as a tribute to Bea and the friendship you shared but then as the weeks went by and Charles stayed in touch it had evolved. It really was a song for any sort of relationship and why it was one of your favourites after Love You Need.

“Woke up too early, Almost put salt in my coffee, Oh, I thank God that you stopped me before that.”

You grinned to the shadows where you knew Bea was waiting, having been the inspiration for the line.

“Tripped over something, Spilt it all over your front seat, Didn't even say I'm sorry about that.”

You had been so frazzled trying to clean the mess up in Charles’ ridiculously expensive car that you had forgotten to apologise at the time. You had made it up to him later, and luckily it hadn’t stained, probably credit to the expensive upholstery.

“On and on, it's just more of the same And even when you ask if I'm okay… I try to say I'm fine (I'm fine).”

The drummer came in with the heavy beat for the chorus and the hands in the crowd waved in time as Bea jumped into the spotlight for her parts. This was what made it a favourite of yours, when she grasped your hand like she had when you had broken down over your ex. She had called you on your bullshit when you said you were fine and she had been there through the worst. It made performing this with her even more special.

The entire concert was going to be even more special knowing Charles was going to be in the crowd soon and he knew exactly which songs were devoted to him.

You shouldn’t have been surprised that he was coming because he balanced you, and everything was equal between you. You supported him in his races whenever you could make it to them and he supported you when he could make it to yours, but you knew how tired he would have been after his day.

There were thousands of people beyond the blindly bright lights of the stage but somehow you knew where to look when you felt the energy shift halfway into the set. And there he was.

He must have changed in the car as he was no longer wearing the bold red Ferrari shirt, opting for more sedate casual clothes to blend in with the crowd. It didn’t exactly stay that way when you pointed to him during one of his songs, singing the lines solely for him and drawing the attention to him.

“Can we stay frozen in time, in between hello and goodbye?”

You collapsed onto the bed of the hotel still riding the high from the concert and Charles fell down with you, equal parts of happiness and exhaustion warring in his eyes.

“You should get some sleep,” you said as you rolled onto your side to face him so you could cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over the 5 o’clock shadow along his jaw.

“I will soon,” he murmured as his arm curled over your waist and pulled you closer. “I just want to hold you for a little while.” He tucked you into the curve of his body until there wasn’t any space left between you, his cheek resting atop your head. “You make me so proud, seeing you living your dream. I wish I could be at every concert.”

“Me too,” you sighed longingly. “It’s the hardest thing when we have to say goodbye.”

His chest rose and fell slowly as he relaxed in the embrace, bordering on the edge of sleep. “You’ve never asked me not to race.”

“Why would I do that?” You pulled back to see his face and recognised the look. It was something his ex had asked of him. “Would the moon ask the sun not to rise? No, because both are equally important and their paths still cross. We are the sun and the moon.”

You felt his smile as he kissed your forehead. “Am I the moon or the sun?”

“The moon,” you stated as you tipped your head back so you could stare into those gorgeous eyes if his. “You are there to lighten my darkest nights.”

“And you make my day infinitely brighter.”

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⠀⠀⠀⋆｡˚ establishing connection . . . .

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✩ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔. mister mysterious benefactor.

CONTEXT. you're working your side-side gig, and manage to capture the attention of the biggest wig there. headcanons, drabble @ the end.

CONTENT. NSFW! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. inappropriate workplace conduct. public groping. non-consensual touching/harassment. reader is not into it at first, non/dub-con to con. rough sex, degradation, power imbalances. m aster/servant kink. spanking. toy usage.

you're a server at a party right? you're hired for this two-bit gig and it's alright or whatever! you got your drinks nicely arranged on one tray and snacks in the other and you're up down and around, doing your job as you should.

it's supposed to be a classy joint, and the people that hired you were willing to pay a pretty penny because the other server called out last minute!! so you're moseying with all these big wigs and everything is going very very swell.

one of the guys in the three piece suit says his name is suguru. he’s curious about more than the drinks in your hand or the appetizers in the other. he actually asks you for your name after he introduces himself, and in the moment there’s little foot traffic, he’s ushering you towards a couch so expensive that it probably could pay off your mortgage. if you had one, anyway.

he’s curious about you, which contrasts with your customer service submission - used to entertaining boring conversations about spreadsheets, you’re caught off guard by his forwardness - fumble your usual lines until you realize only real answers will work on him. so you try.

you're chatting politely with him for a bit, and unlike other customers he seems really interested in holding your attention! which wouldn't be a problem - if you didn't have a job to do. so you pull away.

suguru: oh? and i thought you liked my company?

he sounds offended, tone of voice managing to catch you off guard. you pause.

you: i do sir, but there's other guests i have to tend to, uh , sir.

he smiles a little but it feels insincere. you stand to leave, but he stops you.

you: uh, sir?

suguru's hand slides down your back, down your spine, towards your ass, until he's really sinking his fingers into your cheeks. a real hearty grope, in front of all these people at this dinner party. n’ it makes you whimper, your face burns as embarrassment edges your eyes, you don't know if you should cry or yell or just sit there and take it - because his other hand holds your hip so you’re as still as possible for him.

pulls you more onto his lap, just fondles you until he's feeling bold enough to dip a finger into your waistband. and people are looking.

they are looking at you and whispering about you and your head feels numb and hands more than a little sweaty,

hes grinding against you, but doesn't take it further than that. just enough to get a feel for your body, he says,

and when he lets you stand, he spanks your ass loud enough you feel like the whole room heard it. you’re not crying yet but you definitely will be in the bathroom 3 minutes from then!

once you make yourself look presentable, the host finds you and apologizes profusely for the behavior of their ‘guests’. when you get specific, and mention suguru by name, your boss suddenly looks bashful - as if they have nothing to offer but condolences. apparently suguru’s the guy they can’t make shit stick to.

you notice him, when you end up leaving early, just staring at you from that golden couch, a smile on his face like ‘we oughta do this again.’

he sends a shiver up your spine and you turn away, ignoring how you can feel his gaze sliding down your spine.

he’d proposition you later, getting in contact with the host to fork over your number. he'd offer you money first, he thinks you ‘look poor’, have casual conversational skills like commoners! someone like you couldn’t dream of getting your hands on that much bread in a lifetime. lucky thing, you don’t have to put in the work, like he did. just come to bed with him! it'll be more fun than someone like you could ever have!

after he humiliated you publically? you don't exactly jump into his arms to sleep with him! but he has other ways of convincing you:

an offer so ridiculous you literally would hate yourself for refusing, like we’re talking enough money to keep the lights on long past your expiration date - so much dough that you read the zero’s on the check and getou has to pick your jaw up off the floor for you.

you say you’ll have to mull it over, and spend the better part of the week rationalizing working for this weirdo.

it’s... it’s just sex right?

he's not ugly or anything. could even be handsome if you squint. .. older? sure. a creep? sure. but he's not .... terrible.... you guess? maybe if you squint? he's just really persistent …

but what’s the alternative? no bag? working menial temp jobs and coming home worse for wear?

on the 7th day of the week, you agree.

satoru with a master / servant kink? stop him right now!

maybe it was wrong for you to have assumed you'd be doing a job similar to the one he scouted you from. in the sense that a modicum of professionalism is required - because from jump, there is no semblance of normal and the ball lives in getou's court.

you arrive donning your butler get-up. nicely pressed button up shirt, with your smart black slack, sleek dress shoes; all in all, prepared for a day of busting your ass and appeasing guests.

getou barely even looks at you before he's sucking his teeth and digging into his closet for your 'proper attire.'

it is not practical for your skirt to be so short or your top so low cut and tight! you look (and feel) like a whore trying to bend over and dust whatever suguru told you to, and because he insisted you shouldn't be wearing underwear under his employ, he has a nice view of your cute hole and easy access to it, too.

he likes asking for the impossible just so he has an excuse to resort to 'disciplinary' actions. you've never been reprimanded on a job before - so imagine your surprise when it's less like a telling off, and more like corporal punishment.

he likes spanking a lot. he has a flog, a paddle, his hand (and he never, ever forgets to put his rings on.)

and sensory deprivation ? sometimes he'll tie you to his bed, blindfold and gag you. you only hear how softly he can whisper into your ear while testing new toys on you. he likes vibrators, prefers beads or balls or anything that makes you sweat a little. he doesn't bother with dildos, the only dick you're fucking and sucking is his.

speaking of - suguru fucks so mean ; ( hes the worst...

he is good with foreplay but it's like your mind is never prepared for the way he gets you all comfortable just to ruin you after. Suguru can be rough but he likes to wait until you're begging for it, grabbing for his cock with no self control , spreading and raising your legs like you can handle all of what he wants to give you. he fucks deep and hard and you've accumulated these bruises on your ass and hips just from how rough he thrusts into you each time, n' his grip tightening on you - he prefers taking you from behind, whether it be with you on your knees and he pulls your arms behind your back, or on your side, nice and sensual.

he does also really likes making you ride him after he's plowed you to the brink of exhaustion. you' re sweating and babbling and cramping but you are clenching down like your life depends on it. his dick is your lifeline and you're ass must be a fat bruise from how hard his hips collide with yours,

and then he flips onto his back, and all of a sudden you're sitting atop him.

"Fuck yourself on my cock." Getou's huffing, tired - but not tired enough to stop him from smiling.

"W-whaaa?-"

"You're not deaf. You heard me." he moves his hands from your hips and folds his arms behind his head, smirking up at you cruelly. "Go on. Take your time."

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So this is staticmoth but uh. One of the potentially worst parts about dating Vox is probably that if you piss him off hard enough in an argument he can just shut off your WiFi and cell service. No internet for you until you make it up to him. Which in turn leads to the very VERY fun mental image in my head of Val taking his turn at being pathetic by trying to sweet talk his way into forgiveness. “Voxxy. Amorcito. Light of my life. Have I mentioned today you’re the handsomest, sexiest demon in all of Hell? I love you so much, babe. (Pause) Babe please. I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I’ll wear the wig again and let you do whatever you want with me tonight. (Another pause) Voxxy, don’t be like this. Come on, I need to tell Angel to get back to the studio, he has work. Please.”

HELPSPODKGNG WHAJSKLXK he would though.

#ask #osrs.txt #staticmoth #voxval #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin valentino #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino #not the fucking wig.

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tacosaysroar · 2 months

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Did you know U.S. expats have to renounce citizenship to stop paying taxes? So if I moved out of the country on a work visa, I’d still pay taxes to the U.S.* for as long as I lived. That’s bonkers to me — and we should have WAY better public resources if all of our expats are still funding us. (Willfully ignoring you, enormous military force! I mean other resources, like education and social programs.)

I listened to a podcast recently all about feijoas and now I’m desperate to try one.

Work drama continues. HR has officially recommended my manager change my rating and several big wigs are now involved. I can’t believe how long it’s taking to resolve this.

My first content piece went to the PR agency yesterday. They always have edits, that’s part of the process — they went two rounds with the writer my nightmare manager loves (which he took like a cat being forced into a full bathtub) — but they loved my piece. ZERO edits. My work partner made sure to point that out to both the nightmare manager and the beloved writer (who treats me like this is my first job).

It would be nice to win them over, but at this point I’m just collecting a paper trail of accomplishments to present as evidence if the nightmare manager tries to give me another shitty review or get me fired. I’d love to leave and wash my hands of the whole thing, but I need to stay long enough for [redacted] to happen. So I have to make the best of it — while continuing to search for internal job openings.

Having plans in my calendar over the next several months to see NFA and my family — mostly in warm, sunny places — is doing wonders for my sanity.

*Eritrea and Myanmar also have this policy, and THAT’S IT. Every other country is like, “Bye! Enjoy not paying taxes on services you don’t use! Have a good life!”

#I had a bit of an overdue emotional breakdown the other day #just stress overload from the constant anxiety of this work situation #and that was pretty unpleasant for both me and the person who witnessed #but I can’t really do anything right now aside from continue to do my job to the best of my ability #so I guess I’ll soldier on

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shepherds-of-haven · 3 days

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I'm a new player here and I've been trying to find some info on this through the tags but I wanted to ask: are hunter birth rates low in general or is more that people arent having 100% hunter kids? Idk why but in my mind I've been comparing them to pandas 😂

Hi there, that's a good question! The problem is multi-faceted, but simply put, Hunter birth rates aren't that high compared to other races, but not necessarily due to fertility reasons, if that makes any sense.

Here's a visual representation of pure-blooded Hunters who are capable of having pure-blooded Hunter kids:

⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤ But consider that many of these will enter service as initiated exorcists, and of these, some won't survive the rite of passage (which takes place around 15) and others will be killed in the line of duty before they settle down, marry, and have kids:

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Now consider that, of the ones who do marry, some won't marry other full-blooded Hunters, meaning the kids they do have won't manifest Hunter powers (which is actually the main concern here, not necessarily that the Hunter people will necessarily go extinct, numbers-wise, but that their powers will dwindle out of existence over time):

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And then consider that Hunters have a shorter lifespan than most other races, with old age, illness, and death beginning to occur in the 50s and 60s, meaning the period of time they even have to settle down, raise healthy kids, and protect them until adulthood is drastically shortened, especially if they also want to pursue their own careers and livelihoods, requiring they either start having kids pretty young (which not many Hunters naturally want to do unless pressured to do so) or meaning many Hunter kids are left orphaned young, which also affects their own survival slightly:

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So all of those factors kind of come together to make it difficult to maintain a burgeoning population of pure-blooded, full-powered Hunters who inherit grace (again, not necessarily that people with Hunter blood are in decline). It should be noted that when two Hunters do start trying for kids, their fertility and reproductive rates are normal! It's just that the circumstances and odds leading to such a coupling (and the fact that more and more Hunters to fall in love with don't have full blood or grace with each passing year) are kind of stacked the opposite way, unless you make it your life's goal to have pure-blooded Hunter kids. That's why Halek faces such enormous pressure to marry Moonsilk and have kids: her clan is one of the last that have the high-born, pure Hunter blood that would suit Halek's line and would guarantee full-powered Hunter children, but it comes, of course, at the cost of Halek feeling like he doesn't have the luxury of falling in love with whomever he wants, since this urgent need has been impressed on him from an early age.

Hope that all makes sense! It would be hilarious if their problems were more panda-orientated ("we'll just show them videos and demonstrations of how to have sex! someone put on white wigs so they can learn, they're just clueless on how to do it") though lol!

#Shepherds of Haven #Halek #Halek Prince #worldbuilding #hunters #races #hunter #FAQ

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topguncortez · 1 year

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Bad Medicine | Chapter 1

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synopsis: A wealthy Italian mobster sets up his daughter to marry the head of one of the last remaining mafias in California. The union was supposed to create and heal the damage between two families, but all it does is cause more harm than good.

WARNINGS: strip club, mentions of drug usage, mentions of prostitution, mentions of fighting, scars, mentions of torture, mentions of murder, mentions of death, stalking, guns, blood

word count: 4.7k

The club was loud, and Y/N could feel the pulse of the bass in her heart. Saturday nights were always the busiest nights, and one of the only nights she stepped back up on stage. Ever since the incident, she hardly ever danced anymore. Jeffery, the owner of the club, said the scars on her chest weren’t good for business, but then she pulled the “do you know who my dad is” card and Jeffery quickly changed his mind.

She was finishing up putting on her dark red wig, making sure it was secure to her head, and putting on her black mask. The mask helped hide some of the scarring on her face.

“Athena! Let’s go!” Pauline, the “house” mother yelled. She was Jeffery’s wife, and helped him run the club. Y/N rolled her eyes, and stood up from her chair, “Wearing a mask again, I see?”

“Your sleazy husband said the scars are bad for business,” Y/N said, and purposely brushed her shoulder against Pauline’s.

“The club is full tonight,” Angel, another one of the dancers, said as Y/N made her way to the side stage. She peeked out from the black curtain and could see the various men sitting in the club.

The young ones and first timers always sat up front, wanting to get the whole experience. The ones who were married or recently divorced sat in the middle, or at the bar. And the ones who had secrets, the ones who were always the mysterious type and would disappear into the back rooms with a girl or two always sat in the big round booths towards the back. Their tables were always dark, as if they didn’t want anyone to know that they were there.

Y/N had sworn off going into the back rooms at the club anymore. The last time she had met a man named Francisco, and it had been the epic downfall in her life. Though, the girl knew that if she wanted to make more money at night, she would offer up her services to do a private dance or maybe even more. But she made Pauline and Jeffery swear that they would never make her go work in a backroom, or. . . she’d tell her father.

Y/N was smart, and knew what Jeffery’s real job occupation was. It wasn’t just a strip club owner, no, it was much more than that. And anyone who’s anyone in this life knew who Y/N Santiago was, and what she was capable of. Most also knew that she was sworn off the mafia life after her relationship with Francisco Solano, she still used her blood affiliation to her advantage.

“There’s some big spenders in the back,” Kandi said, breathlessly as she walked off after her set, “Dressed in fancy suits and the like.”

“Maybe tonight is the night you finally grow a pair and go to the back rooms, babyface,” Angel said, nudging Y/N. ‘Babyface’ a nickname Y/N had earned since none of the girls had seen her face under the mask.

“Not sure if I am up for all that,” Y/N answered, and shucked off her black silk robe, and handed it to Angel, “If I start doing that, then there goes all your coke money.”

“Haha, very funny,” Angel rolled her eyes as the intro to Y/N’s song started, “Get your ass on stage, babyface.”

“Your love is like bad medicine. . .”

Y/N giggled and blew Angel a kiss before walking up on the stage. Y/N decided to wear a pair of tight leather shorts, knee high stockings, and a dark red bra with black jewels on it. She closed her eyes as she strut towards the center of the stage, letting herself get lost in the sound of Jon Bon Jovi’s voice. Y/N’s fingers wrapped around the pole, and the men in the crowd went wild. The group of youngins in the front seemed to adjust and lean closer to the stage. They all looked to be about in their twenties, and as eager as children on pixie sticks.

“I got a fever, got a permanent disease, and it’ll take more than a doctor to prescribe a remedy”

As the song went on, Y/N mouthed the words as she dropped to her knees and crawled towards the edge of the stage. She swore some of the young men about came in their boxers as they got the perfect view of her tits. Y/N made eye contact with one of them, sitting back on her ass and spreading her legs in front of his face, and then rolling into a center split. Y/N rolled through it onto her tummy, and then on to her back, kicking her legs in the air, before dropping them into a V. She could feel the dollar bills hitting her body as she stood up from the ground, and walked back to the pole, wrapping her hands around it and pulling herself up, to wrap one leg around it, and spinning upside down.

When the song finished, Y/N blew a kiss to the crowd and strutted her way off stage where Angel was standing with a smirk on her face.

“Put on a little extra show for the big spenders?” She asked, handing Y/N her robe.

“I would never,” Y/N feigned and tied her robe, “Knock ‘em dead.”

“Always do,” Angel said, and stepped on to the stage. Y/N chuckled to herself, and then grabbed a bottle of water from the table next to the stage. Usually after her dances, Y/N went and changed out of her costume and wig to go home. As she was headed back to do just that, Jeffery grabbed her arm and pulled to the side.

“I know you don’t do dances, but this guy is paying the big bucks,” Jeffery said, and Y/N huffed, “And before you argue, he’s not the type of guy to fuck with, so just deal with it.” Y/N rolled her eyes and Jeffery grabbed her chin, and pushed her against the wall, “Don’t fucking give me that,” He pointed his finger in her face, “This guy will blow our fucking heads off-”

“You seem to get that right,” Y/N would know that voice anywhere. She shifted her eyes over to see her old brother, Gianni, walking down the neon lit hallway. The red lighting made the scar on his face look even more daunting, “We said to get her, not to fucking touch her.”

“I-I’m so-��

“Fucking save it.”

Jeffery gulped and let go of Y/N’s jaw and scurried away. Y/N fixed her robe and looked up at her brother.

“I can save myself,” Y/N said and Gianni scoffed.

“Yeah, and I’ve never killed anyone. Let’s go,” Gianni grabbed his sister’s arm but she pulled her arm away from him. He clenched his jaw and started walking down towards the room.

Y/N wasn’t quite sure what to expect when Gianni opened the door, but it wasn’t her father sitting on the black leather couch. There were already some girls there, and Y/N was not surprised. Her mother’s grave was barely cold and Rafael had women all around him. Hell, even while his wife was still alive, he had mistresses all over the world. Gianni walked past his sister and over to a woman who was leaning on the mini bar. Paulo was standing off to the side, looking as stiff as a board. Y/N swore that he was a virgin from how he acted around scantily clad women. And Narciso, the youngest brother, but not the youngest child, had a woman on his lap, feeding him cherries.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Y/N cursed.

“You’ve been ignoring us,” Rafael spoke slowly. His voice was loud and demanding all the time. Y/N could remember being a young child and being absolutely terrified of the man.

“For a reason, Rafael,” Y/N said, and crossed her arms over her chest, “If you’re here because of that fucking letter you sent, I’m not doing it.”

Rafael stood up from his seated position on the couch, and walked towards his daughter, “It’s what’s best for business-”

“Oh save the fucking ‘business’ talk. Just call it what it fucking is, a goddamn-”

The Don was a man of short words and glares. Just one look in some direction could mean the end of someone's life. The look he was giving his daughter was one she had seen many times thrown at others at the table. But, just like her father, Y/N grew to acquire her own look. Rafael raised his hand as Y/N was speaking and struck her. She let out a groan and looked at her father with wide eyes. Her brothers all took a collective step forward, but the Don held his hand up stopping them from coming closer.

Paulo looked at the girls in the room and nodded towards the door. They all left in a hurry, as Rafael fixed his suit coat and walked over to the mini bar. Y/N pushed herself up from the ground and watched as her father poured himself a glass of whiskey.

“I let you come back here to hopefully refine you! Not turn you into an animal! Not turn you into some whore dancing for money!”

The Don was almost as important and famous as any European diplomat. He had been invited to Buckingham palace, UN meetings, most things the power 5 from New York wished they could have done. Rafael’s goal was to turn his family into a legitimate threat to the way the government functions and he was doing a good job at it.

“I remember the day you were born. . . I knew you were going to be trouble. We already had three perfect boys,” Rafael turned and faced his daughter,“Paulo, the one who will inherit everything. Gianni, the protector. Narciso, the educator. And then you. . . Y/N, the fucking mistake!” Rafael grabbed the glass bottle and threw it at her head.

Y/N screamed, ducking out of the way as the glass bottle broke above her head. Shards of glass rained down on her, nicking her soft tan skin. She had been the cause of her father’s anger before and had received her fair share of backhands, but nothing like this. She guessed this is what she got for ignoring his phone calls.

She pushed her shaking frame off the ground and pulled a small sliver of glass out of her forehead, “Someday, I’m going to have the absolute fucking pleasure of killing you.”

Rafael smiled sinisterly at his daughter, “Is that a promise?”

“I’m done fucking talking to you,” Y/N said, and turned on her heel leaving her father and brothers still in the room.

Jeffery was leaning against the wall at the end of the hallway as if he were waiting for something, but then he saw the anger in her body, and quickly moved out of the way. Y/N was almost as feared as her father. She had proven time and time again she wasn’t scared to get blood on her hands. She wasn’t as fucked up as Gianni, but she was pretty close.

Y/N sat down at her dressing room table, and sighed. She looked at herself in the mirror, and carefully removed the mask from her face. What was nice about the club was each dancer got their own dressing room, so Y/N could take off her mask and not have to hide her face. Slowly she started removing the pins from her hair to remove the red wig from her head.

“Y/N? Can we talk?” A smooth voice sounded from the other side of the door as they knocked. Y/N rolled her eyes, knowing exactly who would be knocking at her door. The golden boy couldn’t stand when one of them was mad at the Don. He had to fix it, it was his job that everything ran smoothly in the family.

“If this is you begging for me to forgive the Don, you have lost your damn mind, Paulo,” Y/N responded, gently placing the red wig onto the wig stand, and then letting her braided hair fall down her back.

“I fucking told you this was useless!” Gianni’s voice sounded out.

“You wanna fucking try?” Paulo said to his brother.

“I told you how we could fix this. . .”

“We’re not torturing our own sister!”

Y/N laughed and stood up from her makeup table and opened the door before anyone else could overhear her brothers. She didn’t bother inviting them in, she just walked back to her makeup table to finish taking off her costuming. Her brothers looked around the small room, noticing the various posters and sketch books lying around. Gianni walked straight for the mini fridge that had bottles of alcohol sitting on top. Narciso planted himself on a chair in the corner, while Paulo stood in the center of the room, his arms crossed and ready to talk business.

“You have nothing better than fucking peach crown in here?” Gianni cursed.

“Me opening the door was not an invitation to chastise my alcohol choices,” Y/N said and grabbed a makeup wipe from the drawer, “Speak, Paulo.”

“You know he’s sorry.”

Y/N scoffed and tossed the used makeup wipe in the trashcan, “He’s an old drunk, and you, are headed down the same fucking path. I pray you never have a daughter and sell her to some fucking no name wanna be mobsters in fucking San Diego.”

Paulo let the words his sister spewed hit his skin and bounce off, “He’s had a hard time adjusting since mom died. She held him down. She wasn’t just a wife, she was a business player.”

“Oh save me the damn sob story,” Y/N stood up from her seat and walked back behind a curtain to change out of her stage clothing and into something more comfortable, “I know what the marriage between mama and the Don was for. You guys are trying to recreate that with me and this fucker, and it’s not going to fucking work.” She pushed the curtain back and reappeared in a pair of leggings and an oversized sweatshirt, “I have a fucking life here in New York. I have made a name for myself. I own clubs, and speakeasies and I’m working on a fashion line-”

“You’re also twirling around half naked on a pole for money,” Gianni pointed out and Y/N shot him a look.

“I like dancing,” Y/N said, her voice smooth, and then looked at Paulo, “I am not going to give up my life to become some mobsters house wife and get myself killed like-”

“Don’t you dare fucking say like Mom!” Paulo yelled and shoved his sister up against the wall. The two other Santiago brothers lurched forward. Paulo wasn’t known for being the angry one, but when he did become angry, it was frightening. In a way, he could be more terrifying than Gianni.

“Look at you, Paulo,” Y/N said, her eyes becoming cloudy with tears, “Holding me up against the wall, trying to scare me into making some deal for you. What’s your next move here? Are you going to kill me?”

“I might as well finish what-”

“Jesus Christ! Do you hear yourself!” Narciso yelled, breaking up the siblings, shoving Paulo away from Y/N, “This isn’t a death sentence. You can do all that shit in San Diego, and even more. You would be protecting a legacy that’ll last forever.”

“I don’t get why you’re talking. You aren’t shit, Narciso,” Y/N spoke and the youngest brother shook his head, “Don’t you ever think of a life outside of all this shit? Being able to walk to the farmer’s market or being able to drink on the patio without some fucking sniper aiming for your head? I would like to go see my friends, or finish my degree.”

There was a reason why Y/N never stepped foot back in Italy after the incident. She, as much as the rest of her family, were targets back in Italy. There was once a time where the Santiago children did have that freedom. Their mother and the Don would let them run free around the town square, or travel the world wherever they would like. But things changed when Marie Santiago was murdered and strung up in the town square. The Don stopped inviting the townsfolk into his home for dances and dinners. The children weren’t allowed to go anywhere without being watched. It was like being in prison every single day.

“You can do all that in California,” Paulo explained, “Where you will be safe and cared for.”

Realization dawned on Y/N’s body, and it felt like hot cement was poured down her spine. She looked over at her brothers, specifically at Narciso. He wasn’t ever able to tell a lie or keep anything from her. She used that to her advantage time and time again. It was his epic downfall when it came to his little sister.

“You keep talking about sending me to California, but you all know it would be much better for us to be in Sicily, unless. . .” Y/N said, and watched as Narciso’s eyes looked down at the ground, “He’s still out there.”

“Don’t-”

“There was movement from his bank account, and a private plane registered in his name. We put some people on it to track where he was planning on going,” Narciso said. Gianni clenched his jaw, wanting to punch his little brother in the face.

“I fucking knew it,” Y/N cursed, and started pacing the room, “He’s gonna live out that promise, ya know,” Y/N said and her brothers all seemed to suck in a deep breath, “He’s not going to stop until I am dead,” Her hands began to tingle as she felt the beginning of a panic attack. She knew now was not the time to start panicking, not in a club full of people, “When do I leave?”

“Tomorrow morning. . .”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, “Oh, you’re fucking joking?! Tomorrow morning! That hardly gives me-”

“Andrew is packing your things up as we speak,” Paulo said, “I’m sorry but you have no choice. This is the best for you, Y/N.”

“No,” Y/N shook her head, “What was best for me is if you did your fucking jobs and killed that bastard before he had a chance to escape! I hope every single one of you rots in hell!”

Y/N left them all standing in the dressing room as she slammed the door. Gianni let out a low whistle and shook his head, picking up the bottle of Peach Crown and drinking straight from it.

“That went as easy as expected,” Narciso said. Paulo looked at him, and smacked the back of his head, “What the fuck!?”

“You had to tell her about Franky?!” Paulo yelled.

“You know damn fucking well she wasn’t getting on that damn plane unless we told her. You’re fucking welcome, cocksucker,” Narciso spat, drinking his whiskey.

“Fine,” Paulo grimaced, “But we don’t, under any circumstances, tell her about Sophie. That shit will break her.”

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Jake never wanted to get married. He had sworn it off years ago. Growing up his father always told him that love makes you weak, and love is what destroys a strong man. Jake had a taste at love once and it nearly killed him, and he never wanted to go through that pain again. But that didn’t seem to matter as Jake was staring down at his father after hearing about the proposition at hand.

“Absolutely fucking not,” Jake cursed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair.

“It’s what's best for the family, Jacob,” Mr. Seresin, “You are the namesake, the only son. You need to marry to carry it on.”

“And you think that setting me up with some. . .stripper is going to do that,” Jake pointed towards the photos of the girl on the table. Rooster stood in the corner, his eyes keeping watch over the whole situation. Bob was seated across from Jake, looking at Mr. Seresin. Out of the two of them, Bob was Mr. Seresin’s favorite, and it was probably because he was the level headed reliable one out of the three.

“Why couldn’t you set up Jessica or Justine? There’s three Santiago boys-”

“Because it has to be her,” Gregory, the family’s accountant, said, “It is all a business arrangement, son. You marry Y/N Santiago and assure that the Seresin family blood line will live on. Your marriage will be a symbol to other families not only in California but around the world that the Seresins aren’t a family to mess with.”

Jake clenched his jaw, “And the point here is. . .”

“The family is going to go under,” Mr. Seresin said, “We can only stay afloat for so long with the Casinos in Vegas. We need this expansion. Rafael is offering us a deal in exchange for us agreeing to take our gun business over to him. He runs our guns over there we take. . .”

“His daughter,” Jake sighed and picked up a picture from the table. She was a beautiful girl. She had bright eyes and beautiful skin, but Jake could see a hint of mischief in her features.

“She's a good businesswoman,” Bob said, “According to this she owns some clubs in New York, Sicily and Vegas. Jake, you need to do this. We need the protection and the extra income Rafael is willing to offer.”

Jake ran his hand down his face, and then leaned his elbows on the table. He knew that the numbers Bob placed on his desk the other day didn’t lie. The family was slowly starting to slip into a financial range that would soon break them. There hadn’t been a single boxing match at the club in weeks due to the new police presence hanging around. The girls have been too scared to get out and work due to some pimp causing issues. And he could only make so much off of selling vodka shots to frat boys at the bars.

“Fine,” Jake said, “I’ll do it. When does she get here?”

“Tomorrow Night,” Gregory said.

“Tomorrow night!” Jake yelled standing up from the table. Dominick, Mr. Seresin’s bodyguard took a step forward and so did Bradley. Mr. Seresin held up his hand, stopping both men.

“There’s also something else you should know, Jacob.”

Jake rolled his eyes, “What now?”

“The stories are true. She was engaged to that Solano boy.”

A cold shiver ran down Jake’s body. Everyone in their world knew of the potential marriage between the Santiagos and Solanos. They also had heard what Gianni Santiago did to Francisco Solano for nearly killing his sister. It was a miracle that he had lived, Gianni wasn’t known for letting his victims live. The rumor was Y/N had begged Gianni to let Francisco live. It saved the town of Sicily from becoming a war torn town and innocent lives lost. But, Francisco got his revenge by killing the matriarch of the family and hanging her up in the town square.

“So we have to offer her protection too? Great,” Jake said, “We are already stretched thin thanks to Dante’s gang. We can’t afford to pull in more-”

“You’ll figure it out, Jacob,” Mr. Seresin said, rising from his chair. He walked over to his son and kissed his cheek, “You fuck this up. . . and you’ll be next on the pew.” He whispered into Jake’s ear. Jake’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the picture of his future wife on the table. The room was deadly silent as Mr. Seresin, his bodyguard and Gregory left. Once the door was shut, Bradley let out a sigh and walked over to the table.

“It’ll work out, Hangman,” Bob said, patting his friend on the shoulder.

“It’s not that I’m worried about it,” Jake said, “I just don’t want to fucking do it.”

“At least she’s a looker,” Bradley said, looking through the various pictures in the file. Some were photos that clearly Y/N had posted on social media and others were some that spies for the family had gotten, “Shit, she looks flexible.”

“Great,” Jake said, “My future wife is a whore. Are we still going out tonight?”

“Yes,” Bob nodded, “I had Payback toughen up the security around there after the whole Dante run in.”

“Bet Isabella will be there,” Bradley nudged Jake.

He rolled his eyes. Isabella had been a hang around that Jake hired to work a corner. He had a couple times invited her into the backroom at one of the clubs, and suddenly she thought she was Jake’s main girl. The only thing she was good for was an easy fuck. She was too naive to think anything else. Jake was smart, he got what he wanted from the girl. There were too many times she would call him drunk out of her mind, blubbering about how she will never sleep with him again, but would end up on her knees the very next day.

“I want everything you can get on Francisco Solano and Y/N’s engagement as soon as possible.”

Bob nodded, “I’ll have Fanboy do some digging for us. He’s still pretty tight with the FBI.”

“Good. Be ready to leave in twenty,” Jake said and Bradley nodded before leaving the room, leaving just Bob and Jake alone, “What, Floyd?”

“I know this whole marriage thing isn’t ideal-”

“Not at all,” Jake said, and sat down at his desk.

“But at least try and make nice with her,” Bob said and reached for a manila folder that was under his laptop, “She’s been through a lot.”

Jake didn’t say anything as Bob gathered his stuff and left. The folder had Y/N’s name at the top of it. He took a deep breath before opening it, and suddenly wished that he hadn’t. He could recognize her by her eyes, but that was about it. Her face was bloodied and bruised and so was her body. Her nose had been obviously broken, and possibly her eye socket, her lips were cracked and bleeding. Jake felt sick to his stomach seeing pictures of her bare body. Bruises, ligature marks on her hands, feet and throat, and stab wounds littered her body. He could clearly see a broken arm and a dislocated shoulder. He didn’t dare look through any more of the photos.

He slammed the folder shut and opened up his body desk drawer, throwing it in. He knew what had happened was bad, but he didn’t think it was this bad. This was the key reason why Jake was never going to love again. Because love does nothing but destroy.

Jake leaned back in his chair and held his chin up with his fist, looking across the room at his book shelf. It was mainly full of old law textbooks from when he studied back at UT. He found it quite useful to keep them around in case he needed it. But there was one book in particular that stuck out amongst them. He pushed himself up from his chair and walked over to the book, pulling it out and flipping to the right page. The picture had been so worn that it was bound to rip at any time. It was all he had left of her, everything else had been burned along with her body.

Jake wasn’t always cold. He, at one time, was in love with love like most young inexperienced people are. He thought he had found his one, the person he was going to marry. He had a taste of freedom and domestic life, and it ended in unbearable grief and tragedy. Jake put the picture back inside the book and placed it on the shelf. He didn’t need love. He had money, girls throwing themselves at him, all the drugs he could want, fancy cars, planes to take him anywhere, a house full of people waiting on his beck and call. He had everything a king could want.

But why did it feel so empty?

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hello, hello! can we please have some descriptions of what the ros look like and what their dynamics will be with mc? or can be if we get multiple personality types with mc! thank you!

Here you go!

Below the cut because it's long lol kgkskf

I don't have time atm but I'll make a proper intro for all the ros

Dawn

Hair: messy and ear-length (she cut it after a Saturday night meltdown a while back). Half of it is dyed purple, and the other half is naturally black Eyes: Dark brown. Dawn uses contact lenses Height: 163 cm Build: Scrawny Skin: Honey brown Race: Southeast Asian Other: Dawn has a few piercings. Her arms are covered in tattoos.

Personality: resilient, quick-witted and determined. Dawn knows what she wants (to get rid of Seth) and she knows how to get it (using MC). She's never hidden her intentions, or lied about her objective. Dawn's distaste for deities is evident since the moment MC meets her, and she seems to faintly rejoice in reminding them. A very intelligent woman, Dawn loves street racing and causing some trouble online. She ‘works’ as a hacker.

Tropes: Rivals to friends to lovers, Forced proximity, (possible) Rivals with benefits.

Bruno

Hair: cropped short, dark brown/nearly black hair. Eyes: Light brown. Bruno uses glasses. Height: 181 cm Build: Average and soft, a bit chubby Skin: Bronze Race: half Hispanic, half East Asian

Personality: neurotic, idealistic and uptight. Otherwise known as MC's companion in jail, Bruno has been recently caught for a crime that is a product of his own very uncharacteristic and rare ambition: knowledge. He's a very intelligent individual, although not particularly assertive. This historian and divorced dad knows more about MC than he lets on, though Bruno insists he was just at the wrong time at the wrong time.

Tropes: Devotee/Worshipper X Deity, (Bruno's) Strangers to friends to lovers, Parent RO.

A Moonless

Hair: long (f!A, middle back / m!A and nb!A, shoulder-length), jellyfish cut. It's naturally brown with a colorfully dyed front. Eyes: Hazel. Height: f!A and nb!A, 170cm / m!A, 177cm. Build: Skinny Skin: Tan Race: Indigenous (unknown) Other: A has a few tattoos on their arms and legs.

Personality: caring, playful and a bit temperamental. Despite their new, much more modern look, A is and acts just like a human MC once knew and loved, Zain. A is protective of those they care about, and they're never afraid to speak their mind. They're Dawn's coworker at the Speakeasy, where VR services are offered to its clients.

Tropes: One-sided (MC) pining, Apparently reincarnated old flame/friend.

A’s hair inspo:

Vex

Hair: Buzz cut. Eyes: Naturally light brown, V has modified them to have synth eyes (they're a very pale green, with a faint glow). Height: 186 cm Build: Athletic Skin: Honey brown Race: Southeast Asian Other: More than half of V’s body has been modified. Their arms and legs are synthetic.

Personality: dependable, loyal and stoic. Vex is Dawn's older sibling, and while their relationship is not at its best, Dawn will always be V’s sole priority. They might not be the most affectionate person in the world, but when Vex cares they're willing to defy every norm they so dutifully abide. They've worked as a law enforcer for Lord Seth and the government for a few years.

Tropes: (V's) First love, Mutual pining, Slow burn.

Eris

Hair: coiled light brown afro. People know and recognize Eris by the wigs she wears, among which a white shoulder-length bob is the most iconic. Eyes: Dark brown. Eris often uses colored contact lenses (mostly pink, white and blue). Height: 173 cm Build: Skinny and slightly lean Skin: Ebony Race: Black Other: Eris has a few body modifications. Her left arm isn't flesh but metal.

Personality: charming, humorous and flirty. Eris (real name: Estelle Lawrence) is a celebrity in every sense of the word. She knows just what to say and how to say it, she's likable, friendly and very talkative. Beneath the public persona everyone adores, Eris is a complete mystery.

Tropes: Strangers to friends to lovers, (optional) friends with benefits, (optional, stc) Fake relationship.

Seth

Hair: long dark brown, with a few braids Eyes: light brown with golden specks Height: 193 cm Build: Lean, very muscled Skin: Olive Race: Middle Eastern Other: has a short beard

Personality: blunt, practical, and very reckless. Seth acts before he thinks (a trait that he and everyone find quite inconvenient) and seems to hate planning ahead. The God of War has a very dry/deadpan sense of humor. MC remembered him to be more outgoing, but Seth’s cold-hearted reputation precedes him.

Tropes: Enemies to lovers, Immortal love, Wrong place wrong time, (possible) ex-friend or ex-crush.

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romanarose · 11 months

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Gift Giving with the Triple Frontier Boys

Triple Frontier Master List All fanfic masterlist

Thoughts on the TF boys expressing their love for you through gift giving, and you returning it.

Acts of Service Word of Affirmation Quality Time Physical Touch

Warnings: Mentions of smut, pregnancy, nightmares involving death, drinking problem, addiction/rehab, past child abuse (sorry Millers lolololol), Not very smutty this time, lo siento.

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Santiago Garcia

After Santi and Fish went back for the money in the canyon, they split it with the Millers, but that still eft each with a hefty sum. Anyone who grew up poor like Santi knows its easier to make money when you have money, and after a few smart monetary choices, Santi found himself in a good financial position. He still considered what he has somewhat blood money, although you frequently remind him that it was Tom that fucked it all up, so Santi makes sure to donate to charities close to his heart. However, Santiago adores you, and he'd me amiss if he didn't use that money to spoil you. Maybe it's dresses, maybe it's leather pants that show off your ass, maybe it's you're clothing taste is more simple but he indulges you in t-shirts from Star Wars, Doctor Who, and what's the stupid Marvel show? Moon Night? Whatever, he'll get you the goddamn Moon Night back back. If you like make up, fancy head coverings or wigs, he's got you, anything to make his girl feel special. You go to a concert, merch tent is yours. You don't even bring it up half the time, he'll catch you staring at a dress at the mall or 'recently viewed' will pop up on amazon and he'll just get it, as a treat. And if you have a fancy event, a quince, you're nieces first communion, or an Afghan wedding with multiple clothing changes, you bet you'll have the best. Oh, and you BET your wedding dress or suit will be the one you want, and you're ring? On point.

You and Santi took things slow. Maybe it's for religious reasons, maybe it's because you have had bad experiences in the past, or maybe you just wanted too, but you hadn't had sex yet. You'd slept over, keeping things modest but intimate, him holding you close and yeah, you maybe had to ignore a boner or two. He couldn't help it, it was biology, but he was nothing but respectful. However, when the time came you found you were ready.... you had a plan. It was his birthday, and after a very loud, very fun event with all his family and his friends ending with Will half-dragging his brother out because Benny kept saying goodbye for 40 minutes, you found yourselves alone.

"I've got a surprise for you" You gently push Santi back, lifting up your dress to reveal a lingerie set that made you look good and feel comfortable.

The dumbfounded look on his face and immediate bulge in his pants made it all the more impressive that he gulped, and stuttered out an "are you sure? you're absolutely sure?" before diving in on you. It wasn't the only gift you had gotten him, of course, but your body might be his favorite.

Benny Miller

It had been a bad day, but when you called Benny on your break and asked how he was, it was clear Benny was having a rough day at the gym. Benny vented to you, you listened, offered advice where he wanted it and allowed him to complain about the little things that nothing could be done about where he needed. By the time your hour was up, your food was ate and both of you felt better. Even just talking to your husband brightened your day, even if you didn't tell him that you were frustrated. However, work continued to suck ass. When you get home, however, you start on diner because you know Benny had a tough day and food made him happy. When he came home, however, he had a few things. In one had was his keys, water bottle and barely gasping a case of beer (jesus christ his hands are large) and in the other, a Hostess fruit pie from the gas station that he handed to you. "What's this for?" You ask, surprised by the treat. Benny shrugged. "I saw it and thought of you. You said you used to eat them a lot as a kid?" You did... you said that... about 3 years ago you made an offhand comment, and he remembered. Benny was nearly tackled by the hug, and you could not imagine having a better partner in this life.

Benny was a silly lil guy. Not to say he couldn't be serious. He was there for Frankie through his addiction, but Benny's best support was offered through his shinning personality, like visiting Frankie in rehab and making him laugh. Likewise, he was there to listen and genuinely help you with problems, he was fiercely defensive of you, and was serious when needed, but what you loved about him was how much you genuinely had fun together. None of this is to say Benny doesn't have his struggles. You told him he needed to get him drinking under control before you would date him, (although you supported him with that even through the 'friends for now' stage), and Benny clearly had PTSD from serving and from his childhood that he tended to bury under her sunny exterior. You notice him slipping, his nightmares getting worse; nightmares of his dad killing Will, someone hurting you or Santi or Fish, Tom dying... you figured you needed to make him laugh. So, you sit him down and gift with him with a pair of boxers that say "this ass belongs to-" with your name on it. Benny's face splits into a wide, genuine grin. He laughs so damn hard and hugs you so damn tight you feel a little bit better. You tell him you got him a gift because you've noticed he's been struggling lately, and open up a conversation about what's been going on... and maybe, if he's up for it, talking to a doctor at the VA about getting on some anti-nightmare medication.

Frankie Morales

When Frankie came into your life, you knew before you ever dated that he had a daughter, and none of that phased you. She was a good kid, and you had gotten along well with her. Frankie was slow to introduce you, of course, not wanting women in and out of her life, but as you and Frankie grew closer you met her, and were thrilled to be spending more time with her as Frankie thought was appropriate. It was still early in your relationship when you came over to his house only to find Fransico Julio Morales Andala with a tiara on his head, covered in glitter, sitting at a kid sized table with craft goods stone across it... girl dad life. You smiled fondly at him, and chuckled as him and Adrianna yelled at you to wait in the living room until they were done. So, you sat on your phone listening to the father-daughter pair whisper and giggle and argue before they bring their finished product. A Valentines day card, ugly as all hell... but so clearly both of them. Franki drew a helicopter, Adrianna drew a castle, Frankie drew you and him holding hands, Adrina drew a dead "bad guy"... you weren't sure what that head to do with Valentines Day but oh well. And together, they had glued on dried flowers, lace, Star Wars stickers, and a fuck ton of glitter for you. It was entirely too much, would glitter-ize you and your apartment for weeks... but god dammit you were crying and now you had to frame it.

You were nervous, as far as fathers days go... Frankie wanted this, he said he did, but less than 2 months of marriage seemed... soon? You did the math, and he knocked you up your wedding night. Still, you wanted to give Adrianna a sibling... Frankie had spent the day with her, but you really wanted to talk to him alone, and you really thought today was fitting... so Santi took her for diner. He was a father figure to her, after all. It took a while, but halfway through diner was when Frankie asked, worried, 'Something wrong, hermosa?' You couldn't wait any longer, and told him you were pregnant with his child. You watched as the shock filled him, tears misting his eyes before he came over to your side of the table and pulled you to your feet. Frankie picked you up, making you squeal and both of you giggled as he spun you around before setting you down on the floor.

"Best father's day gift ever"

Will Miller

It was a military ball, and although you tried to keep it lowkey... you were thrilled. You hardly got a chance to dress up, and when was the last time you wore a dress this fancy? Will knocked on the door before entering when you called him in, a move you thought was a bit silly considering you were married and it was his savings that bought the house, but Will thought you should be allowed your privacy either way. You turn from where you sit in the vanity mirror, finding Will blue eyes and soft smile trained on you. 'You look beautiful, princess. I'll never get tired of telling you, every damn day.' He kissed the top of your hair, very careful not to mess up your up-do and walked over to his drawer. He began a preamble that you didn't have to wear it if you had other jewelry plans, but you but him off. Whatever he gave, you'd proudly wear. Will walked back behind you, and you are struck once again by how such a large man can manage not to look the slightest bit intimating. not you at least. But maybe that's because you know him, and despite whatever he had done on the military, he was the gentlest soul you had ever met in your life. He pulled out a neckless, stunningly sparkly and bright, with your favorite jewel and fucking hell it must've been expensive. He clasped it behind you, sealing the act with a kiss on your neck, a hint of what no doubt will happen later tonight... And you will, in fact, be showing this neckless of all night, just as Will is going to show off you.

"Honey, I'm home!" You call as you step in and Will beckons you to the guest room where he is fixing the closet door. Will turns around to greet you, setting the tools down so he could take you in for a kiss, something you two promised to try and do every day, when he saw what you were holding, flowers. Confused, he kisses your cheek. "Are we visiting your grandma today, honey?" He asked, and when you said no, he had a few more possible reasons for the flowers, even so far as to ask if this was your way of reminding him he forgot an important date. You laugh, as if he would ever. You finally tell him, "They're for you, silly." The man was too stunned too speak. "For me? Why?". You explain you don't need a reason, that he's your special man and he deserves it. You explain how you were driving home and saw a pop up flower stand, and realized that your kind, thoughtful, gentle, hardworking husband had probably never gotten a bouquet in his 30 something years of living. And what a shame that was! He deserved flowers. Pretty ones, too. Despite the strength he held, and the way his arms wrapped tight around you, he knew his strength and did not squeeze to hard... but it was a firm hug, and as he buried his face in your neck, you swore it was a little wet as he whispered "thank you, beautiful." Even in his childhood, no one had treated him with such soft kindness as you did, and he'd do everything in his power to not let you go.

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SORRY THE LAST ONE TOOK FOREVER i was uninspired but the oscar isaac discord im in helped me get on my feet.

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