docilebow

[docilebow]

i am sick. no tw. i don't romanticize anything i write. if you don't like my shit. move on. sorry.

english is not my first. or second language. sorry in advanced.

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drug dealer ghost hiding away his fixes whenever they come around. knowing the was the person that brought them onto his path. quick money was what he cared. but after seeing them make quicker runs. forget their money and basically ruin themselves into madness he promised he'd stop supplying them.

was it a good idea? no. he knew. but fhe guilt of keeping their habit going even after they had grown so much to him. he couldn't do it. couldn't physically handle watching them snort more lines and swallow more pills. no matter how much they screamed, yelled and hit him weakly against the chest. he would've much rather them get into a verbal fight rather then having to pick up their lifeless body after a reckless decision.

he couldn't do it. his hands coming up to brush stray tears away from their face, watching as their teeth chattered and cries subsided. they had to be strong he knew. he'd be there for them. and he'd probably have to get his head straight. watching them break down like this. fuck. get it together.

random one but yuh ;3

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drug dealer ghost taking care of someone way younger than him. the guilt eating him from the inside out. he knows he shouldn't be anywhere near them and they definitely shouldn't be handling drugs this way. ruining themselves at such a young age. yet. despite all that. they were the only one he ever led into their apartment. letting them sit on his lap. spoiling them.

trying to ignore the little noise in his head that said this is wrong, you're a goddammed creep. but the way their light weight pressed against his. their head resting against his chest. feeling their slowly rise and fall. it stirred something deep. maybe it was the fact how naive they seemed to the fact that he was probably grooming them.

did he really care? not really at least. as long as he kept them shielded from ever knowing the truth. they seemed rather happy getting spoiled. the way the bounced off the couch and into his arms. their arms clinging to his neck before their legs wrapped around his waist. and fuck. looking up at him with those big fucking trusting eyes. to say he didn't love the way they looked at him was an understatement.

even when ghost pressed on with personal and intimate questions. they answered right away. anything. they were young. parents definitely didn't know how to do their fucking job correctly. he knew he was twice as bad to feed into this.. thing. to even encourage it. but fuck if it didn't make his cock feel good. how gentle and soft they were against him. innocently pressing their weight against his hardened cock.

he vowed to himself he wouldn't touch them. at least not now. maybe not ever. he couldn't bare to touch something so innocent and vulnerable right there in his arms. the thought of what he'd actually done would eat him alive. would kill him. for now it remained gentle touches. pressing kisses on their forehead or caressing their back whenever they had a bad fight with their parents.

he fucking meant it. he'd do anything for them. even if it meant keeping his desires in check. a couple of touches here and there wouldn't hurt anyone, right?

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imagine being out on a mission with butcher and the boys, everything going smooth as butter until butcher pulls you aside, tugging you in a way only you know what could mean, you hesitantly followed him, knowing it wasn't going to end up well, straying away from unwanted attention, butcher pulled you into a deserted alleyway, the ground beneath them pooling with revolting smelling water, your nose scrunching up at the smell as you look up at him, knowing better than to doubt him, his hands impatiently grasping at how much flesh he could fit in his rougher palms, lips hungrily working themselves from your lips to your collarbone, a few curses escaping his lips, your hands barely grabbing onto his trenchcoat, tugging it for some needed attention, all you could hear were some pained groans followed by his rough voice, ‘ not now, my dear, don't want anyone finding you like this, want you all for myself ’ djkfkf....

[docilebow]

omgomg idea i just got buttt—

imagine butcher having a Polaroid of you in his wallet , behind hiding another one—far more vulgar and exposed one—occasionally looking at them whenever he felt like it , most of the times it was always because fuck when wasn’t he thinking of you? his most prized possession , would flip the whole town just to keep you safe and protected. again , occasionally would also take a small peak at the other one , spread out on his bed , wearing one of his now old and worn out shirts you had begged him to wear , showing off a little too much skin which butcher didn't complain about—he had a reason to look at it more.

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butcher cuddling you when your sick , letting you sleep in his bed after you guys fought over who should sleep on the couch , he didn't want you getting uncomfortable from the lumby couch , so why not use the chance to let him sleep in the same bed as him , right ? he even promised it’d platonic , to keep his hands to himself , so when you found yourself all snuggled up against him , barely resisting the warmth coming from him you could barely hear butcher’s suppressed groans as he fought every single ounce of control left in his body to get rid of that hard problem right then and there , meanwhile you kept sleeping like a little lamp , not really knowing you caused him to almost lose control like that :((

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going insane over butcher having a ton of really out of the blue and most of the time useless hobbies . woodworking , gardening , classic car restoration , stamp collecting or even bird watching . can't get my head out of the thoughts of having such man take care of little things , definitely the one to absolutely talk you annoyed aughhh .

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kinda soft because i need some fluff recently but imagine going through a depressive episode and butcher just helping you washing your hair, running his fingers through your messy shampooed hair, drying it and braiding it into braids :(

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genuinely cannot stop thinking about butcher calling you ‘ little one ’ , it bring out a feeling of authority he definitely didn’t think he still had in him . bonus points if you really dig age-gaps ,,, aahhh... just him stuffing his face into your neck , the soft curve of it making him so feral as he basically has to hold himself back go paint it with beautiful bruises , letting everyone know you’re his and his only . im going insane over him

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