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visionsofmagic · 4 months

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they like to share you. ✭ 2 ✭

➤ bi han, kuai liang, tomas [lin kuei brothers]

・゜✭・. part 2 out of 2 | previous | m.

✧.* nsfw, mdni!, f!reader, gang bang, edging, pet names, humiliation, degradation, roughness, cruelty, double penetration, hair pulling, begging, crying, oral > m! receiving & f! receiving, overstimulation, anal sex, oral sex, orgasm control, claiming, biting, size difference, clothes on/off, praising, cumming, no protection, exhibitonism, watching, sloppy kissing, lin kuei brothers being lin kuei brothers, ‘s all I guess? • wc: 4.8k • roses’ notes: oh, this is the most horny shit I have ever wrote & I hope it is good enough because I was (s)creaming as I read it over and over again lol, and it contains a huge tag list full of nsfw content. just bear this horny thing with me while having fun. enjoy! [can do part 3 if you want to! *kiss*]

≛ you have no idea how you end up in a situation like the one you’re in now – it would be a lie if you said you had never imagined it. the dreams of being in this right moment wandered around your mind. they didn’t reach this far, but there were the times you tried not to think about it, breaking yourself while clenching your thighs together, the sin taking you as a whole and eating you alive; however now, it is the most sinful thing you’re doing contrary to simply dreaming about it. until this exact moment, you couldn’t believe you would face such sin – yet, every nerve of your body screamed that it was the most extraterrestrial feeling you have ever felt.

it’s not the sin of being a naughty woman who thinks about the lin kuei brothers shamelessly – every single night, until she gets it, no, it’s the sin that carves into your body within the soul.

it’s not the sin that eats you alive either, no, it’s tomas – the most precious boy you have known, having a heartwarming personality thanks to his nature of being innocent and gentle, especially when it comes to you but when you look into his eyes as his head stays between your thighs that can crush him any time soon (which he will take gladly), tongue going in and out of your pussy that soaking wet into his face and neck. only the sight of it can make you cum into his face but you try to hold it, eyes directed into his that are full of tears of having your greedy pussy as the way he needs, a reflection of you the proof of the sin that has just started.

and being eaten, sucked, and licked by tomas is not the only thing you’re getting.

as you pump yourself harder into his hungry mouth, wanting him to drow with your taste, feeling a bit need of dominance manner, you throw your head back when kuai liang pinchs your hardened nipples, not paying attention to how his younger brother lies on the bed, you’re above him, heat is flowing in your veins, making you feel another sense of exposeness while being naked, completely, as they stay still with their clothes on.

“kuai liang –“ you try to say, earning another pinch at your nipple, body jolts at the action as he stays behind you, on his foot. he watches your face closely unlike bi han who is sitting on his armchair, leaning against it, one hand under his masked face, elbow resting on the side of the armchair as his cold gazes travel on three of you, watching as if there is a special show for him.

“yes, princess?” kuai liang asks, looking at how your hands get into tomas’ grey hair, pulling it and moving your hips faster – he gets that you’re close, they all do.

“I’m – I’m clos – aaaahh – tomas!”

tomas leaves a cute chuckle, proud of himself, when you can’t finish your sentence with the impact of his tongue – or the way he eats you so hungrily, as if he will die if he can’t have the lovely taste you have. his hands find your ass, pushing you further against him, the desire of being the first one who makes you cum caging him.

kuai liang, wanting to help you reach it faster, wanting to see you cum so that he can have you afterward, holds you by the chin, lifting your head up so that he can kiss you passionately, swelling your moans inside his mouth. one of your hands find his cheek, pulling him closer while the other one stays inside tomas’ hair, caressing it to find a source of steadiness when two lin kuei brothers capture you as the oldest one watches the scene before him.

when you break the kiss, moaning loudly because of being so close, you hear a voice – the one that gives a chill down your spine.

“did I allow you to do that?” bi han asks, sounding colder than ever – is he doing it on purpose? you can’t decide yet, mind is so dizzy.

“w-what?” you ask, knowing both of lin kuei brothers are also surprised at their older brother’s sudden words, eyes turning to him – all of you look at him.

he only rises an eyebrow, “did I allow you to cum?”

“but bi han –“

“but brother –“ you and tomas try to find an excuse to make him let you cum; to reach the climax you need for your part, and to be able to lick it – getting the taste of your sweet juice for tomas’ part are the reasons behind why you sound like begging.

“you will cum when I say,” then, he crosses his arms as if he isn’t the one who is edging you. looking at kuai liang’s face, he tilts his head in the direction of your body, “pick her up.”

furrowing because of being so close yet so far away from your climax, you see tomas apologizing silently, not understanding his older brother’s intentions truly until he feels kuai liang picking your body up by holding your waist and putting you down again – right on tomas’ hardened cock that you moan when your bare aching pussy touch it through the fabric of his thin training pants.

it seems kuai liang is the only one who can acknowledge the pure intentions of bi han as he whispers into your ear, hands rising up, reaching your breasts that bounce lightly with the impact of your moving hips on tomas – without giving any mind to it, just wanting to feel something.

“my love, bear it a little longer,” he says, caressing your breasts, sending a different jolt of pleasure to your body – the slow burn of it increases the fire you have inside that is ready to break free. “tomas,” he then says after taking a quick glance at bi han’s direction to see whether he is doing it right or not. “she’s ready enough.”

“are you?” tomas asks, the palms replace on your cheeks as he rises, getting closer as you sit on his lap in full display – there is a bit of shame left, the one will have vanished soon after you understand what will come next. “if you want to stop, we can – I can. just say and –“

you stop him in mid-sentence. being such a caring person, even in moments like this – maybe mostly in moments of proximity at the highest level, he wants to be sure that you want this – with your whole heart and soul. and you do. with a smile, you nod, putting a kiss on his lips, both loving and lustful, earning a few whimper sounds from the man, you hold the edge of his pants, lowering it down to free his aching cock where it stays, “please tomas –“ you say, “I need you to fill me up.”

not expecting this boldness from you, he freezes for a moment before deciding you’re in a state that all of these things they do to you – and will do soon enough, are a matter of life and death – or sin and love if you are being honest.

he holds himself from swearing when he feels your bare thighs touching the side of his cock. leaning down on his back again, he puts his hands on your waist, lowering you down step by step, so caressly that you will think that he sees you as a fragile flower.

putting your palms on his bare chest, you turn to kuai liang, eyes teary as you feel tomas thickness getting inside of your warm walls. it’s already too much but you need more – you carve more. there are lots of reasons why you’re being so nasty; first, being a whore for them as bi han uttered (how can he always be right about you?), second, you love them all, and lastly, you want to prove to them, mostly bi han, that you are capable of taking three of them – physically and spiritual.

“take them off,” comes out of your mouth as an order rather than a request, and you feel a kind of power over them when kuai liang doesn’t ask you to know your place, unlike his older brother. as he nods, a cocky smile position on his attractive face. “please.” you finish your words to be gentler but he is already taking his clothes off one by one, eyes never leaving yours, giving you a show while tomas is one step ahead of being inside of you fully.

when you see his perfect sculpture, different in shape and posture than tomas’ delicate, welcoming, and reassuring one, you can’t help but sit on tomas’ cock in one go, want him to rail you up because your mind can’t take it anymore and it’s still too early to be that dizzy! which condition will you be in when there are three of them, you ask yourself, will be there a time like that?

all your unanswered questions disappear when tomas starts moving, wanting to take your eyes off of kuai liang for a moment because he needs to see you losing your mind as he fucks you good – giving everything to you, and receiving you all.

“tomas –“ you cry his name aloud, his tip hitting deep, thickness opening you wider as he keeps pounding into you irregularly – both you and him are new to it and it makes you stay unsteady with unclear minds. he’s too lost in the taste of your pussy that clenches around his length beautifully and you’re having the highness that comes with his thick cock and heavy balls, hitting you mercilessly even when he wants to act attentive, not wanting to hurt you but it feels so good – you feel so good that he swears he is addicted to it already.

“y/n – agghh – I – fuuuagggh!” he nearly swears when he opens his eyes, never realizing he closed them in the first place, and seeing your bouncing breasts, open mouth, teary eyes which are half-closed as you watch his pleasure getting to his face visibly. your nails are scratching his neck.

“tomas! it feels so gooaggghh!” you want to say more; want him to know how good he is at making you see the starts with each thrust he is sending. you feel the amatory and desire at the same time.

“oh, is that so?” bi han’s sharp voice cuts the tension between you and tomas, earning a side eye from you as he chuckles at your attempt to dismiss his words only to feel more of what tomas is giving you.

however, there’s another lin kuei brother who seeks your attention; kuai liang whose hand is on his cock, jerking himself off at the sight of you being fucked by his younger brother, and even from that away, bi han can see how he tries to hold himself, wanting you to be the first one who recognizes his shameless acts, and allowing him to come closer. bi han thinks his brothers are acting as if you’re the most fragile flower on earth – yes you are, but not in the moment. only bi han knows how much a whore-like you can be for them from your previous moments before he decided to let it go.

that’s why he doesn’t stop talking, contrary to that, he puts his elbows on the edge of the armchair, hands united as he leans closer from where he sits, eyes on you, “then be a fucking good girl and take another needy cock in that hole of yours gladly and thank them for it, my pretty slut.”

even in a moment like this, he can’t help but be possessive over you – which makes him call you his rather than indicating that you belong to three of them, not only bi han but who you are to judge now, especially after being a fucktoy for his younger brothers after desiring it for a long time.

tears flow down your face as you keep bouncing on tomas’ cock, already too lost in the high that feels like you take a dozen of aphrodisiacs. the power they hold over you cannot be prevented, you don’t want either, so, you nod with obedience, holding yourself together enough to reach for kuai liang’s hand. putting his warm hand on your abdomen, you make him come closer while listening tomas’ whimpers and low moans that he leaves with great shyness – unlike his brothers, he’s the most closed one when it comes to expressing his feelings and thoughts loudly.

he’s more open when there are only two of you. however, you can say that he’s close to breaking when you begin to talk with kuai liang between your moans.

“let me, fire boy,” you say, smirking down at him as you start jerking him off, making him get ready. another sense of pleasure strolls through your body when kuai liang leaves a growl – it’s more animalistic than you can ever imagine, and its effects become visible on you too when he pumps his cock into your fist without thinking, only using pure instincts. you begin to think how you will handle not only tomas’ thick cock but also kuai liang’s that stands with all its glory; warm inside your palm, leaking precum, and twitching at the sight of your ass.

seeing his younger brother’s cock disappearing and appearing again as he fucks you creates a flame in kuai liang because now he can see what bi han was talking about – how he didn’t realize what his brother meant by calling you a slut for them in the first place, but now, he is witnessing it; he sees how you look at his veined cock while taking tomas’ cock. it’s clear that you want him to join.

and who he is to decline your silent offer? he can fight a hundred men if you want him to – but he can’t stop when he has you – they have you. he’s a gentle lover, he really is. maybe he cannot show it as delicate as tomas’ love or as cruel as bi han’s. he knows you don’t seek it too. you have fallen for them for who they are, and kuai liang burns with the desire to show how his love is by claiming you as theirs.

feeling tomas’ cock on your abdomen, he loses his mind, and the last logical thing in his mind is to go easy on you as he makes his way to filling your empty hole.

“pff,” he hears bi han’s scoff mocking his cowardly acts; still holding himself back from waiting until you cum and relax a little bit. he looks into your begging eyes when bi han adds, “just fuck her already. I can say that she’s a step ahead of begging even from this far,” then, he chuckles lowly, “oh maybe you should stay a bit longer brother. her begging is pretty delightful to hear. isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

closing your eyes, a tear drops onto your face but it stops on your cheek when kuai liang puts his palm on your face, cleaning it with such tenderness that you open your eyes again. not crying because of bi han’s words, no, they only add more pleasure, you let kuai liang put a few kisses on your forehead, assuring you that it will be fine – it will be euphoric and you believe him.

nodding, you turn your face to tomas after saying, “do what you want with me baby. I can take it.” to kuai liang.

leaving yourself at his mercy, you put your hand on tomas’ chest again, feeling his heartbeat under your fingertips, tickling the skin because of how fast it is going up and down in sync with his cock that can break you into two if he wants to. “fuuuccckk – yes, yes!” you scream in joy, evoking wildness in them without knowing, too occupied with yourself and tomas’ cock that keeps hitting your sweet spots over and over again after he earns the most beautiful sound out of you. “there! fuuucckk tomas – so good, please, please, baby – keep aggghhh keeeep fucking me like that!”

“of course, of course, my goddess –“ tomas sounds as if he’s at the edge of crying thanks to your own pleasure. the man under you flying in the sky not only because he’s fucking you, but also because every part of your body shouts out that he’s very good at it. he finds a greater saturation with your delight. “anything for my favorite lady – agghhh – anything for you!”

after a time, you can’t tell how much because the acknowledgment of time has stopped working, you feel kuai liang’s lips touching your ear, his voice gets under your skin as he says, a hand on your back, pushing you onto tomas’ chest, “I am so sorry,” you don’t understand the true meaning behind his speech, you just arch your back slowly, hands position on the sides of tomas head, hardened nipples touch his chest, and a curse with loud whimpers escape from the man under you. “I tried to hold myself but I can’t help but be a slave to my itching desire to hear you moan my name as you did for tomas.”

realization hits you when your whole body connects with tomas’, making his cock go deeper and reach the places neither of you can expect. two of you are a mess like that; slow thrusts, moans, sweats, and looking at kuai liang’s eyes, having orange colored flames in them.

tomas’ breathes on your neck, chest to chest, you watch kuai liang’s fingers disappear behind you, and you arch your back when they get into your empty hole. putting your forehead between tomas’ neck and shoulder, you bite your own lips, a painful moan comes from you, making tomas look at you worriedly. “brother!” he warns his older brother, palm capturing the side of your face, caressing it so that you can relax between his arms that he wraps around your smaller body – he’s the most protective one among his brothers. “you’re hurting her – you should stop –“

“it’s okay tomas,” you say, kissing his chin to show that you mean it, and kuai liang is already gone, fingers never stopping, adding another one to get you ready sooner. the pain is more receivable now, mixed with the excitement of taking kuai liang behind. new tears appear on your face after kuai liang takes his fingers out of your now wider hole, hands on your hips, positioning you to stay still as his tip gets into you slowly. “I can – aggh! I can take him – too!”

“shhh –“ tomas says, trying to hold you still to help his brother. there is no selfishness in tomas’ heart for sharing you with his older brothers. he knows how they need you like they need air to breathe – and at some point, he believes they need you more than that to keep themselves alive – to keep living. “everything will be fine, pretty lady,” he puts kisses on wherever he can reach; cheeks, forehead, nose, chin, shoulder – wherever your body need to calm down. “just a bit longer to get used to.”

you trust in him more than you do for yourself; and his words’ rightness comes into life after kuai liang thrusts in and out of your hole, making it get used to his thick length, and in the end, you find yourself begging him – begging them to go harder, deeper, and rougher.

bi han’s mocking can be hearable that you can’t care less, “told you how a slut she really is, taking both of your cocks that gladly.” you’re focused on taking them so good that an unspoken fact fills the air completely; they will never get rid of you – this – yes, both tomas and kuai liang love the sincere and tender bond they have with you, yes, they love you entirely and this is beyond their strength of staying away from you for your own good – no, they cannot even spend a minute without you being there for them after this. they will carve for more; bi han isn’t the only one who will do anything to have you beside him.

you don’t know whose name is leaving your dry, half-opened mouth; you don’t care either. nonetheless, it’s obvious whatever you say is enough for them to fuck you deeper, rougher, and harder because when your back connects with kuai liang’s chest that burns with the hottest temperature, hands holding tomas’ thick arms, they begin to thrust into you at the same time rather than going in and out one by one, one of the lin kuei brothers’ cock filling you up as the other one is leaving its place so that you will not break into pieces.

and you swear it feels better – not better, no, the best in this way; they leave your holes alone, aching for another thrust, and as if they can hear your holes – your pussy and ass begging loudly, they thrust into you back, filling you up fully.

kuai liang whose palms stay on your hips fucks you rougher than tomas, having an animalistic wildness with his fucking, growling and moaning into your ear lowly, biting your shoulder from time to time; sending overstimulation over your body and taking a branch to hold on to so that he can stay as rational as he can – it’s just that his own fist wasn’t enough, as he realizes, and unlike your mouth, your hole that clenches around his length something else – and he cannot imagine how your pussy would feel. he has pure envy over his younger brother but tomas needs to be the first one after bi han as kuai liang proposed when bi han told them that you would be ready for them, and he could never be more right.

tomas is sky high – its marks are on his focused face that lightened up with lust and sin, and a great amount of love. his hands on your thighs, holding them tight, probably leaving red marks like how kuai liang’s hands will on your hips, wanting to act normally but can’t; his cock is intoxicated with the taste of your pussy that creamed it like his entire body that is intoxicated with you fully. it’s beyond his own imagination – and he will have this moment in his mind until his last breath. the cute lin kuei brother has a habit of daydreaming about you and the memories you have shared; every detail is in his mind.

tomas’ obsession over you is not a joke, and being pathetic – a mess for you proves it right – his love is no less than his brothers and he can say you witness it when he begs for you to let him cum inside your womb.

“my goddess, please, please, let me – aaaghh I – I – I need it – ohhh, hmmpp! let me cum i-inside!”

before you reply to his begs, you hear kuai liang saying the same thing as he holds you by the chin, fingers pushing down the flesh under them, taking a lick from your neck, “yes, princess, will you? say yes, please, pretty love, let us cum inside – agggh – gggh – need it! right, tomas? we need it.”

“tomas – aggghh k- kuai liang – I –“

you are stopped by the oldest lin kuei brother whose presence is beginning to know by all three of you when you turn to the side and see him standing up with all his glory; the mask is no longer on his face, a hand on his belt, furrowing down at you, eyes directed at yours, sending vibration of danger, “haven’t I teach you to ask for it? I know my brothers are too lost to think straight but, you,” his fingers touch your chin, turning your head to him entirely, taking all of your focus on him as his younger brothers keep fucking you without stopping even for a second – they simply can’t, you suppose.

“my beautiful slut,” he humiliates you by making you clench around two cocks you are taking and sending a jolt to the owners of them, “isn’t it enough that you cum undone without my permission that you will let them cum inside without asking for it?”

“w-what?” you question, spending some time to understand it and looking down, you see your cream–wetness shining on their cocks. when you cum undone? fuck, how much your brain fucked up by them?! “I – I am so sorry bi han, I didn’t know – aggghh – fuck – I didn’t –“ words of forgiveness go into deaf ears as bi han lowers his head, and without a second thought, he begins to kiss your lips as if he tries to prove the rightful owner of them – and your aching lips asks for more, tongue darting inside his mouth, and he lets you – his cruelty vanishes for a moment as he makes love with you by using his cold lips that get warmer within yours.

“mhhhhpp – bi han – aahhhh –“ coldness hits your breasts when he cups them and plays with each one of them attentively.

“well, one of your holes is still empty, right?” he leaves you, unzipping his belt and taking his pants off until it reaches his thick thighs, showing his hardened cock as it hits his abdomen. he smirks when you open your mouth wider even though he doesn’t ask you for it – it’s like an instinct now. you watch him put his knees on the bed, not looking at how pathetic his brothers look as they wait for you two to be done.

“good girl.” bi han praises you when your lips wrap around his length, mouth taking it so well as always and he keeps his praising after you begin to work on his cock, a hand gripping his thigh to pull him closer, to have it all inside your greedy mouth. his right-hand finds your hair, caressing it firstly, then pulling it roughly, “fucking good girl – taking my cock like that –“ he then chuckles at the sight in front of him; tomas fucking crying under you as he keeps edging himself, eyes beg for a release, and kuai liang losing the last crumbles of his mind as he pounds into your mercilessly.

looking down at you, he sees your shining eyes looking at both his cock full of veins and leaking your salvia mixing with his precum, and he curses underneath his breath; you’re his obedient slut as he tells but in addition to that, you belong to him – long before you have fallen for his brothers. it boosts its ego. “taking my brothers’ cocks as well. tell me, are they good, hm?”

“y-yes,” you say, moans low, strong, audible, “they’re too good – I – fuuuuck – I want them to cu-cum – into me.”

“oh, is that so?” he questions, knowing there’s only one thing he needs to do; so, he does it. shutting your please by filling your mouth again, this time rougher than before, he fucks your mouth with the way his brothers fuck your other two holes; “then, let us all cum into you at the same time. after all, you are made for me,” he adds, “for us.”

humming, you nod, sucking, licking, and drinking him off, and at the same time, you cum again – alerting for them to cum as well and it seems that it happens all of sudden – they cum in sync after a few more powerful thrusts that they send to your very core and hole – and wasn't it hold of them on you, you would collapse into the void after you tomas cum into your pussy, kuai liang explodes into your ass, and bi han filling your mouth fully.

with the last rope to unite you with reality, you drink every drop of bi han’s semen, lin kuei’s cum fills your womb beautifully.

collapsing into tomas’ arms, your whole body aches, exhaustion hitting, mouth dry, and except that, every place on your body is covered with wetness. you don’t feel any regret, contrary to that, it seems you have made the right decision of your lifetime.

the fear that is not acknowledged by you vanishes in thin air as tomas speak into your ear, “my goddess, you did so well for us. now, rest, and don’t worry, we will take good care of you.”

and with that promise and the trust you have for lin kuei brothers, you fall into his chest closer as the sweet ropes of sleep cover your body. the last thing you remember is how much you find yourself lucky to have them.

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endless-weightless · 7 months

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Can we get more ghoul headcannons pls!! The smuttier the better 🩷

AHHHH FIRST REQUEST!! and thank you for this because I LOVE writing smutty ghoul hcs.

not rlly proofread soz

CHARACTERS: Sodo/Dewdrop, Phantom, Aether, Rain, Mountain, Swiss, Omega, Ifrit

WARNINGS/TAGS: smut (obvi), gn!reader, CNC, monsterfucking?, size kink, dacryphilia, bondage, ghouls have mating cycles now bc i said so, pegging, anal, breeding kink, bdsm

🎸 Sodo

Will always fuck you to the point where you’re practically screaming and begging for him because he practically gets high off the ego boost.

He doesn’t mind whatsoever about having to do most if not all the work. The best reward he could ask for is seeing you all fucked out and crying his name.

When Sodo's in heat, he isn't just horny, he's also really fucking aggressive for no good reason 😭. He's snappy, grumpy, stompier than usual and it's all because he's got blue balls LMFAO.

Because of his angry mood, anything you do that pisses him off could result in some rough sex while he growls at you about how you've pissed him off. But, there's a small chance you could put him in his place because he's surprisingly into subbing when it means he gets to put up a fight (consensually, of course).

When he does sub, he's the biggest fucking brat imaginable. It's a good thing he gets so sensitive when he's punished because he cannot listen to an order for the love of everything unholy.

Hates when he can't be handsy with you. He just can't get enough of your body so if you really want to torture him then tie up his hands behind him.

🎸 Phantom

He’s super into puppy play but is absolutely terrified of admitting it and just prays that you’ll suggest something like collaring him so he can bring it up.

This hc and the next one are fem!reader (kinda?) ones but hang in there. Phantom is fucking infatuated with your tits. If your riding him he’s staring at them bouncing like he’s hypnotised.

Also loves fucking your tits regardless of their size because tits are tits and they all look beautiful (but yours are always his favourite).

So obedient it’s adorable. He never acts up around you and if he does he’s on his knees immediately and apologising profusely.

Constantly asking if you feel good even when he’s moments away from cumming and is overstimulated.

Goes non-verbal when he gets too worked up. All he can get out are whimpers, sniffles and small nods or shaking of his head. It’s hard to tell if he needs to tap out so you have to check up on him and be extra attentive.

🎸 Aether

Gets super aroused when he smells you, especially if he’s in heat.

When he’s fucking you he likes whispering in your ear about how he’s going to fuck a baby into you while you dumbly nod as his thrusts become more and more rough.

Gets a little too turned on when you wrap your hands around his horns because they just look so much bigger than your hands.

Wanna give Aether an instant boner? Wear a thin sundress or loosely buttoned shirt around him with no underwear on and watch him writhe in his seat when he picks up on the scent of your underwear being absent.

He's always down to fuck in the church part of the abbey. The risk of getting caught or being seen/heard is thrilling to him and the ministry encouraging sex is just a bonus.

Loves a good bit of cockwarming when you're both too sleepy to fuck or he just wants to torture you.

🎸 Rain

Goes absolutely feral for some sloppy and messy sex. He just loves seeing the two covered in each others cum and arousal.

Prefers being marked rather than marking you. The hickeys and bruises he gets to see the next day always make his stomach backflip as he imagines what you’ll do tonight.

Rain isn't a huge fan of seeing you in pain during sex. Him however...

It's not entirely kink related, it's kinda just a very fucked up way of showing his devotion to you that also happens to get him off.

I honestly think he wouldn't absolutely despise the idea of being caught having sex. Like in a sense where someone accidentally walks into your room while you two are fucking and not being out in public.

He's very big on you belonging to him and him belonging to you. Not in a sub/dom dynamic way but rather being each others mate. I could go on and on about him during his mating cycles but I'll save that for another fic...

🥁 Mountain

One of his favourite things to do is to use his elemental powers to grow vines to use as restraints. And if you’re into cnc or just like surprises, he’ll do it when you least expect it.

Touching his horns or tail is a dangerous game to play because it’ll always end with him above you fucking you until you see stars and there’s tears welling in your eyes.

Has a giant mirror right across from his bed that he makes you face while you fuck in reverse cowgirl just so he can see how tiny you look compared to him.

Calling him ‘sir’ is a one way ticket to overstimulation because once it slips out of you he won’t stop fucking you any time soon.

He doesn't like having to be verbal with his commands, when you see him gesture you to come sit on his lap, you better listen.

If you ever want to see him turn as submissive as he possibly can be, start scratching at the base of his horns and behind his ears. He won't go down easily but he'll still let out a few somewhat pornographic moans.

🎤 Swiss

He needs his cock stepped on every once in a while, preferably by a nice pair of stilettos or latex boots.

Practically has no limits. He’s into pretty much everything you can think of and is willing to try anything if it makes you happy and gets you off.

He’s primarily focused on your pleasure but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like being taken care of.

Every heat cycle for Swiss turns all his dials up from 0 to 100 and it's almost scary. His urge to breed isn't even that strong, he just really needs to be fucked so he'll shut up.

He’s usually really enthusiastic about subbing, but sometimes he feels the need to be a bratty little shit so you’ll take out your anger on him and he can forget about everything wrong with the world for a solid few hours.

He's a biter, that's for sure. The intensity of the bite depends on your comfort but if you give him the green light he'll start biting so hard he draws enough blood to have you lightheaded.

🎸 Omega

Although I said Omega is a hard dom and a mean one too in my previous post about the ghouls, I don’t think he’d be opposed to subbing every once in a hunter’s moon.

Loves having you just ride his thigh while he practices guitar. He gets to see you all needy and not be able to be affectionate to him because of the obnoxious Hagström Fantomen blocking your torso from his and the lack of attention.

Wouldn’t mind cuckolding if it involved Terzo. Also wouldn’t mind if Terzo simply ordered the two of you around while he jerked off at the sight.

Him being a mean and hard dom doesn't make him cruel, he still praises you when you behave well. If you've managed to take his cock on top of the edging and torture, he'll softly smother your face and neck in kisses for doing such a good job while he continues to thrust into you.

(AFAB reader hc) If you ever find yourself horny yet on your period do not fret because Omega gives absolutely zero (0) fucks! He'll even eat you out if you want him to.

Adores roleplay, especially if it involves corruption. One of his favourite scenes to act out is for you to be an innocent mortal summoning a ghoul from hell not knowing what ghouls desire once they're on earth.

🎸 Ifrit

He already gets hard when he’s giving head but if you grab onto his horns to pull him closer and he chokes on your dick/suffocates between your thighs he might cum untouched because oh Lucifer it feels good.

He likes fucking fast and rough, regardless of the dynamic. He likes seeing the bruises, feeling that fuzziness in his limbs and not being able to think when he’s fucking.

Will randomly communicate how he's feeling throughout the day by hugging you from behind and pressing his hard, clothed cock into your backside. Zero shame whatsoever.

Loves a good bit of thigh riding. He doesn't mind who's riding who's thigh, he just likes the feeling of it.

You can always tell when he's close to cumming because his tail will start to flick erratically while his claws extend for a split second.

Ifrit isn't afraid to use his tail to jerk you off. Don't act surprised when you feel something wrap around your cock or the spade of his tail flicking over your clit.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

that's all lovelies!

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schemmentigfs · 3 months

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Future Milf, part two.

part one!

paring: melissa schemmenti x reader.

summary: after the incident in the teacher's lounge, you start to avoid melissa who is willing to know what happened and trying to get things back to normal.

warnings: just a little angst but trust me, we have a happy ending!

author notes: This is a little rushed, but I hope you all enjoy this second part 🤍 I also wanted to thank the beautiful people who are sending requests for Mel, they are amazing and i'm already working on them! And don't worry, feel free to send any idea that comes to mind. It will be an honor for me to turn them into reality.

tags: @esposadejoyhuerta @gweninred @moistblobfish

English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes!

The truth was that Melissa was completely disoriented, her brain trying to process what had happened in the last seven minutes. You acting like that and apologizing, leaving the room as quickly as possible made her worried as hell.

All she wanted was to comfort you and know what was really happening. There were a lot of doubts in her mind, to be honest. Had she done something? Or said something? The way you couldn't look into her green eyes was so strange..

Everything between you two was great until today, and then it all suddenly fell apart at lunchtime? That made her feel a little paranoid.

“Melissa, are you well? Are you hurt?” Barb asks.

“I don't know,” she said, staring into nothing, worrying her friends, “I just need to check on her.” The redhead gets up and runs to start looking for you.

“MELISSA! WAIT!” the entire Abbott crew screams, but she completely ignores it.

She stops in front of your classroom and notices that the door is locked. The lights are off, but Melissa knows you're in there.

“Sweetheart, please let me in,” she knocks gently, “I am not mad with ya. Don't worry about it, I just want to know how you are.” The older woman adds, almost begging for you to open the door.

Locked inside your classroom, you were sitting on the floor. Curled up hugging your knees, trying to find some comfort while crying. The whole situation was so fucking stupid, of course. But it still left you overwhelmed and on the verge of an anxiety attack.

So lending Melissa the future milf t-shirt made you completely lose your mind? Wow, you really were a stupid person. Stupid. That word stuck in your brain and made you cry even more.

Hearing your quiet sobs made the redhead's heart break into pieces. The thought of her doing something that made you hurt was utterly painful. The truth was that Melissa would blame herself for the rest of her life if she had made you feel bad in any way.

“Hon, c'mon. Let me—” she started.

“Don't. Melissa, please. Just go away, I need to be alone,” you interrupt her, hoping she would understand that you didn't have the strength to say anything else.

Before walking away, she whispers loud enough for you to hear. “If you need anything, you know where to find me. But please, promise me you'll be okay.” The redhead said trying to wipe away the small tears that threatened to fall from her face.

“I'll be fine. Now go.” You growl, unaware that your words have fully gotten to her.

—

It had been a while since Melissa changed her mood so quickly. She had learned to control her emotions, thanks to you, who helped her notice that it was okay to show them from time to time and it wasn't shameful at all. But at that moment everything seemed useless.

Her legs were shaking slightly and she kept tapping her fingers on the desk, while trying to focus on correcting some of the children's homeworks. It was clear that Melissa was almost having a huge panic attack.

Ashely, who was now scrolling through her cell phone boredly after making sure the students were doing their activities calmly and in silence, noticed the sudden change in the redhead and her eyebrows raised in confusion.

“What’s the matter, boss? You seem a little quiet since lunch time. Which is strange ‘cause earlier you were all excited and—”

The older woman rolls her eyes. “Nothing happened. I'm fine,” she responds, clenching her teeth, “everything is ok, kid.”

“Are you sure? I know we’re not that close, but if you need to vent, I’m all ears.” The girl shrugs.

Melissa's eyes widen, her aide was really willing to give her some advice? Normally, Ashley didn't tend to be very serious. When she tried to help, the girl always ended up saying things that were a bit nonsense. But this time, she was here ready to be a shoulder to lean on.

“Y/n..” she started but quickly corrected herself, not quite ready to confide the crush she had on you to anyone else than Barbara. “Today, a strange thing happened between me and a friend that honestly left me completely confused.”

“Oh. Do you have any idea what might have happened?”

Melissa stops for a moment, trying to get her head to work and think of a reason that could explain what had happened between the two of you.

“I-I can't explain it properly...everything was normal between us and when lunch time came...” the teacher stuttered, “she could barely look at me and when I told her to act like a real adult and tell me what was happening, she panicked and ran away.”

“After that you were able to talk to her?”

“Kinda, but she told me to leave her alone.”

Ashley gives her a pitying look, she knew who Melissa was referring to. Anyone who works at Abbott would know. “I'm sorry this happened boss, but I'm sure things will get better between you and her. Just give her a little time.”

Melissa nodded and smiled. “Thanks for the advice, hon.”

“Anytime boss, anytime.”

—

Changing my life with the wave of her hand.

Nobody can deny that there's something there.

There.

Running my hands through her hair.

Both of us thinking how good it can be.

Someone is speaking, but she doesn't know he's there.

The melody of Here, There And Everywhere by The Beatles echoed throughout the kitchen directly from the small radio on the balcony, while Melissa prepared dinner.

This was one of the many songs she always wanted to dedicate to you, the redhead dreamed of dancing with her arms around you, after a busy day at school while this song played. Just the two of you, enjoying each other's company.

Was it quite cliché? Of course it was, even for the one and only Melissa Schemmenti. But to be honest, she didn't care how it sounded.

The older woman was so in love with you that she thought of endless romantic scenarios every day. After what happened today, every one of them seemed distant. But she still had a simple hope within her.

“Watching her eyes, and hoping I'm always there,” she sings passionately, while cutting the tomatoes perfectly, “I want her everywhere, and if she is beside me. I know I need never care, but to love her is to need her everywhere.” Melissa closes her eyes for a moment, thinking about you.

On the way out, she looked for you in the Abbott parking lot but was unsuccessful, she was waiting for a message from you, saying that you had arrived home safely like you always did.

But you didn't send her anything.

A feeling ran through her body. It was as if the redhead was losing the most precious thing in her life. Desperate, Melissa picked up her cellphone that was leaning on the living room table and went to check on you. Screw the advice Ashely gave earlier, she couldn't wait anymore.

Hon, are you feeling better? I hope so. By the way, did you manage to get home safely?

Sorry if I sound desperate, but I need to know if things are ok.

Y/n? Please answer me.

Her heart breaks into pieces when she sees that you just viewed the message and didn't even make the effort to reply back. For fuck’s sake, what had she done that was so serious? Nothing made sense anymore.

Just a few blocks away, you were lying on the couch and drinking an entire bottle of vodka, pretending like you didn't care about not responding to Melissa's messages. It was immature, but it seemed to make sense to you. Since this whole milf situation was a complete disaster, ignoring her seemed right.

Of course, inside you felt like a monster, knowing that the redhead didn't deserve this. But what you could do?

“I’m ready to open another bottle and listen to a two-hour-plus loop of Chamber of Reflection,” you say, making Ava sigh.

The principal had stopped by your house hours ago to check on you and when she saw the miserable state you were in, she decided to stay there for a while. And tried to comfort you (in the most Ava Coleman way possible.)

“Y/N. Come on, you can't act like Schemmenti doesn't exist. If you keep doing that, she'll soon break into your place to find out what's going on,” she comments, “just like an episode of a soap opera where the greatest absurdities happen in an exactly dramatic way.” Ava finished her sentence while painting her nails a shade of red. The act catching your attention.

Red. It reminded you of Melissa.

Yeah, this was being harder than it seemed.

“Shut up, she won't come after me,” you said it like it was just another one of the stupid things Ava used to say.

“Yes, she will. And y’know that very well.”

—

The next day, Melissa sat with her arms crossed at the table she shared with Barb and you. The redhead stared at the small tupperware in front of her, last night she made what she knew was your favorite dish: pancakes. She was anxiously waiting for you to show up in the break room, but that didn't happen.

Keep calm, Schemmenti. She will appear soon. She won't ignore you.

“Dear..” the kindergarten teacher whispers and she snorts, trying to change the subject, disguising how tense she was.

“What’s so interesting out there?” Melissa asks as she notices Janine, Gregory and Jacob looking at each other with strange expressions after spying in the window.

“Nothing.” Jacob is the first to respond and the couple agrees with him, swearing that there was nothing interesting outside.

She laughs humorlessly, the history teacher simply didn't know how to lie.

“C'mon, kiddo. You guys look like you've seen a ghost.” The redhead gets up from the table and approaches the three, squinting to see anything out of the ordinary and when she does. Her breathing hitches.

On the sidewalk, there were you and another teacher, who she recognized as the art teacher. The woman was happily chatting with you and leaning too close to Melissa's chagrin.

Ms. Evans was know for her big crush on you, she was always fighting with the redhead to have your attention. And now that Melissa was being ignored by you, this bitch thought she could have you all to herself? No way.

“YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!” she yelled coming down to get some satisfaction from you.

The sound of angry footsteps caught your attention, it was clearly that they belong to who you had been avoiding since yesterday, Melissa.

The wish was for the redhead to pass straight by without noticing your presence there. But instead, she approached and with a certain force grabbed you by the arm, taking you to one of the far corners of the building.

“Melissa! What the fuck?” you said.

“So while I was worried to death there in the staff room because you didn't talked to me since yesterday, you were here talking normally to that idiot!” the older woman's tone was altered, you could clearly hear the jealousy in her voice, “Had fun with your new best friend?”

“She’s not my best friend. We were just talking,” the nonsensical accusation makes you roll your eyes, letting out a mocking chuckle. “Melissa, stop acting like that!” you shout and she loses her temper even more.

“You suddenly act like a bitch and I’m the one to blame? What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/n?” she growls, fire in her green eyes.

“I dunno, a lot of things I suppose,” you retort coldly.

Melissa sighs when she realizes how tough she was. “Look, I don’t want to be an idiot. But please tell me what I did, so I can fix it.”

“We have nothing to fix between us, Schemmenti.”

“What? Are you really going to ignore it and pretend like none of this is happening?” The redhead asked in disbelief.

“Trust me. It’s better this way, for both of us,” you mumble, walking away from her, leaving an upset Melissa behind.

—

After the ‘argument’ on Tuesday, Melissa and you barely crossed paths at Abbott. And when you bumped into each other in the hallway, both grumbled and went back to your own ways.

The redhead and you were fighting the need to put the damned pride aside and throw yourselfs into each other's arms, and finally apologizing. But you were too stubborn for that and it was fucking complicated.

“This is stupid! Can you believe that Y/n started going to that coffee shop that's just a few blocks away from here just so she wouldn't have to face me at lunch? This whole thing is starting to irritate me.” Melissa tells to her best friend one morning.

“I understand that this situation is complicated, but don’t you think that both of you are exaggerating?” Barb asked carefully. Even she couldn't handle this situation anymore, it was disappointing to have to see you and Melissa acting like two children.

Ava who was listening to the conversation cautiously, decided to interrupt. “Schemmenti, haven’t you put the pieces together yet? Unbelievable.” She said as if it was something of small importance, making the redhead's eyebrows raise in confusion.

“Huh?”

“It’s so simple, I thought you already figured it all out,” the principal continues in a mysterious tone, making Melissa's head spin, “If it weren’t for this bullshit, you and Y/n would already be like two rabbits jumping on top of each other, if you know what I mean.”

The last comment makes Barb choke on her tea. “Ava, could you not be so specific about this? We’re in a school!” she scolds her.

“Whatever! It’s past time for her to know that Y/n likes her too. Even Janine and Gregory acted better than that!”

Everything around Melissa seemed to have gone silent. So was it true, the feelings were also reciprocal. A lot of questions surrounded her mind, why didn't you say anything? Why did you decide to pretend you weren't in love with her? Were you afraid of not being reciprocated?

“Why is she avoiding me then?” the redhead asks out loud, “that’s making me lose my mind. I just miss her.”

“Because of the t-shirt she lend ya. Mainly ‘cause of the last word printed on it.” That's all Ava says at that moment.

“A milf?” Melissa questions, still confused trying to think of putting the pieces together. “What does that mean? Is it something bad?”

“I was going to suggest you to google the meaning, but since you look like you're about to have a heart attack, I will tell ya,” she laughs and the redhead rolls her eyes, showing Ava her middle finger, “but don't be scared, it's a good thing, actually.”

“Alright..” the green-eyed woman whispers, still afraid of the answer, “so what does this whole milf thing means?”

“Mother I'd Like To Fuck. It also means that an older woman is super attractive.”

Melissa was left open-mouthed, her eyes blinking trying to process the explanation. So that was the damn meaning, well, she had to admit that was hot. “Wait... so Y/n..” she starts but there is a pause.

“Is in love with you and was scared when she saw ya wearing that t-shirt looking extremely hot, and preferred to stay away in case you found out what she felt.” Ava reveals it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, “What are you waiting for? Go find your girl, Schemmenti.”

—

Time passed slowly to Melissa's disgust and despair, making the poor woman sigh feeling defeated. As each second passed, she glanced quickly at the clock on her classroom wall, waiting for the afternoon to end.

After her students left, and the school day was finally over. She drove to your house — without caring about traffic regulations and rules — nothing else really mattered, she just needed to see you.

Sitting on the floor, while assembling a Lego set that simulated a beautiful bouquet of flowers — a gift you received from Janine and Gregory days ago, a lovely attempt by the couple to cheer you up — the sound of the doorbell ringing caught your attention. Making you stop your movements.

You furrowed your eyebrow in confusion, who could it be? Most of your friends were at different appointments at that time. So it certainly wasn't one of them.

“I'm almost coming! I just hope you’re not a stupid lunatic or some other ,” you grumbled, standing up as the sounds of the doorbell seemed more desperate with each passing second.

You opened the door and found Melissa standing there with her arms crossed, shivering slightly from the storm. “Hon, it’s so good to see you again.” She murmurs with a weak smile. Without caring if her voice sounds too desperate.

“Mel, what are you doing here? You might catch a damn cold like that.” You scolded her, pulling her into the house and locking the door again.

“I don’t care about that, I needed to see you. Actually we have to talk.” She responds taking off the black leather jacket that covered her body and hanging it where you kept your coats.

“We have to?” There is a little hesitation in the tone of your voice, all that courage and confidence have disappeared from your body. Insecurity taking over.

“Yeah, hon. We do.” She replied, noticing your nervousness, Melissa tries to comfort you, placing her hand on your shoulder and stroking it lovingly, showing that everything was fine. You smile for the first time in days in the presence of your beloved redhead.

She takes you to the small white sofa that was in the middle of the living room. “I know you were avoiding me because of that shirt. And I know you're in love with me.”

“What? Fuck, how did you figure all this out?” you whisper in panic, covering your face with your hands. Feeling vulnerable at the mercy of the red-haired figure sitting next to you.

A silence fell in the room, making you feel even more embarrassed.

“Ava told me those things earlier today. Hon, why didn't you tell me anything? That would have made everything so much easier.”

“What do you mean by making things easier? I don't understand.”

“I'm love with you too, idiot. I just didn't say before ‘cause I was insecure as fuck. But now, I know exactly what I want: you. No one else, just you.” She confessed with a smile on her face.

Automatically your body falls even more on the couch and you feel slightly dizzy. Closing your eyes slowly, trying to regain consciousness. “Sorry, I'm a bit nervous,” you respond. “It's too much to process. Jesus Christ.”

“Don’t be nervous, it’s me. Just me,” Melissa pulls you into her lap sighing as she smells your lavender scent again. “I'm sorry if I acted like a bitch the last few days. It was not necessary.”

“It was never your fault, I was the real bitch. You didn’t deserve to go through this just because of an irresponsible attitude of mine,” you say, resting your foreheads together.

“I think it's fair to say that we overreacted a bit,” the older woman smiles with her eyes closed. Feeling a slight courage run through her body, she asks you something. “Sweetheart?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?” Melissa asks biting her lip and slowly approaching, “I wanna do this since New Year's Eve.”

“Yes, please, Mel.” You beg wrapping your arms around her neck.

The moment her lips touched yours, it felt like you were in heaven. Melissa's lips were soft against yours. The kiss was calm and peaceful, both wanting to show all the love you felt for each other.

“You know, being considered a milf is an honor for me.” Melissa scoffs with a mischievous smile as you pull away from the kiss.

“Shut up.” You chuckle, cupping her cheeks.

“Make me,” the redhead teases, “please.”

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti x you #lisa ann walter #abbott elementary #wlw

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thewildsophia · 8 months

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One Piece//Straw Hats x Winged!Reader

A/N: I haven't seen anything with the entire straw hat crew and a winged!reader so I made one myself. Can be read either as platonic or romantic.

CW: Strong language.

Word Count: 8216

"Read More Link” placed due to length.

Straw Hats w/Winged!Crewmate

Luffy

You met Luffy when you were flying before you were forcefully pulled down to the deck of the Thousand Sunny. Luffy had thought you were some large bird and was disappointed when he realized you weren’t edible.

You were dazed and disoriented when you looked up at Luffy and the other crewmembers who had flocked around the deck to gawk at you. After getting a good look at you, Luffy picked you up and without missing a beat asked you to join his crew. The rest of the crew all screamed at him which freaked you out and you tried to fly off.

“Hey! Where you going?” You heard someone shout before being grabbed by your ankle and pulled back down to the deck. Your head was throbbing from that second pull and was being made worse by Nami screaming at Luffy to be nice to you.

Again, Luffy asked you to join his crew before Nami hit him on the head. Nami apologized to you and simply offered for you to stay on the ship while you orientate yourself.

During your “recovery” time though the crew manages to charm you enough to stay for a little while longer. After fighting by their side during one of their adventures on some random-ass island, you decide to officially join them.

The first few days you were on the ship, Luffy would come up behind you and just…grab them. After a few scoldings conversations about it, Luffy learned not just to grab them, but to at least make his presence known to you before doing so.

Sometimes if you’re on one side of the Sunny’s deck and he’s on the other, he’ll stretch his arm (or arms) out and tap your shoulder before stroking your wings.

He really just can’t help himself tbh. They’re just so soft!

Once you become more comfortable with it, Luffy likes to just play with your wings. Stuff like opening and closing them or carding through the individual feathers with his fingers while you’re busy doing something else.

Luffy loves to just watch you move around sometimes since your wings have a life of their own. Like when you bend over to pick something up your wings stretch out just a little bit to help keep you balance.

You eventually became comfortable enough to let Luffy pet your wings when the crew is enjoying some downtime. Ya’ll will be sitting somewhere near the Sunny’s railing and Luffy will be stroking your feathers with a surprising amount of delicacy.

You quickly become one of Luffy’s favorite playmates without even trying. Whenever you're playing a game of tag your movements make you someone very hard to tag.

Luffy likes to ask a lot of questions about your wings and what you are. His curiosity knows no bounds and that’s reflected in his well-intended but sometimes rude queries.

You are also one of the first people Luffy goes to when he wants to spar which is few and far in between. He finds that you are a very capable fighter and have a very unique style. When you move your body, your movements are smooth as silk and you are able to contort it in many different ways, similar to his in a way. He finds fighting against you to be a very unique challenge.

Whenever your wings are molting, you don’t let Luffy help you preen them, but you do give the nicer feathers from your wings to him, and my God does he love them. He tucked one of them in the ribbon of his straw hat and showed it off proudly to the rest of the crew and no you’re not crying-

BEGS you to take him flying with you. You say no every time for fear of dropping him in the ocean. You wouldn’t mind doing it if he just didn’t squIRM SO MUCH.

Luffy KNOWS that you can carry him in the air since you’ve grabbed him before in the middle of fights and placed him somewhere else so he pesters you every day about it.

Knowing that you can carry him, he would purposely get into tight situations in battle so you would swoop down and fly him to safety.

Talking about combat as well, Luffy is mildly surprised at how fast you can move about the field, slipping and zooming between targets in an instant. He also took note of your strength and how much of a punch you pack despite your dainty stature.

He once watched you kick a guy square in the face and he went flyyyyyying (no pun intended). The moment he saw that guy’s body sore through the air he thought to himself, “Yup, I picked out another great crewmember!”

Overall, he’s thrilled to have someone so unique on his crew and is obsessed with the way that you are just…you. Luffy has good taste in picking out his crew and you are no exception.

Zoro

Zoro had found you by complete accident. He had gotten lost on one of the many islands the straw hats visited in the Grand Line and accidentally ran into you.

At first, he thought you were someone who had fallen from Skypeia, but after noting just how large your wings are compared to those on Skypeia he thinks to ask, to which you explain you’re not from there.

He’s quick to ask for directions and you gladly help him all the while you two are chatting as you lead him back to his ship. The moment Luffy spots you with Zoro you immediately become an official crew member you don’t have a choice.

Zoro never really asks where you’re from or what you are. He’s more interested in who you are and wants to know you personally. Considering he’s a part of a crew that has several devil fruit users, he starts to care less about others' abilities and looks and focuses more on their character.

Zoro is pretty indifferent about the whole wings thing tbh. He thinks they look nice and all, but it doesn’t really change his opinion of you either way.

But don’t take it the wrong way like he’s disinterested; He’s that way with everyone.

He does enjoy laying against/on them when you two take naps together on the ship. They’re so soft and smell -- while not necessarily good -- nice; they smell like you, and he finds comfort in that.

Zoro only ever asked you once to touch your wings. It was late at night and you had decided to join him in looking out since you couldn’t sleep. You’re sure he had been drinking. He was very quiet when he asked you, almost as if he didn’t want you to hear him.

The rough callouses on his hands ticked as they carded through your feathers and you stifled a small giggle at the sensation. He made only one comment about how soft they were. Slowly you found yourself drifting to sleep as his fingers methodically brushed your wings.

The two of you ended up falling asleep together. Zoro’s head rested against your shoulder as you wrapped him in the warmth of your wing. When you woke up in the morning, Zoro was gone :(

Zoro doesn’t take care of his personal hygiene that well (this guy showers like, what, once every week? Stinky…) so he doesn’t really help you preen your wings when you’re molting. Or anytime really tbh.

And if you’re being honest, he wouldn’t really be that good at it either. He would pull on the wrong ones and be rough when pushing feathers out of the way to pluck others. He wouldn’t mean to hurt you, he’s just not good at delicate work like that.

He doesn’t really collect your feathers like some of the others, but he does keep one of the really long-flight feathers that you gave him. He has it stashed in the Crow’s Nest (he thought it funny to keep your feather in the “Crows Nest” since a crow is a bird and birds have feathers…Just don’t bring it up to him bc he WILL get embarrassed).

Never asks you to take him flying with you, which you’re grateful for. He’s so dense with muscle that you don’t think you could actually fly with him. Plus, Luffy’s begging is enough lmao.

In battle, he expected you to be fast and light, but wasn’t expecting you to be such a hard hitter, you know? He thought you’d have a lighter punch given the whole “angelic” thing you have going on but no, his eyes widened when he watched you absolutely deck this buff-ass dude into the dirt.

Like this man’s whole head was stuck in the dirt and he struggled to pull it out. Zoro was honestly shocked you hadn’t busted his skull open from the impact of such a hit.

If you ever decide to take up swordsmanship, Zoro is glad -- and even a little excited -- to teach you. Just know that he doesn’t take it lightly and, while firm, is a reasonable instructor. He would also encourage you to try out different techniques that are unique to you and that may match your fighting style and mobility better.

Maybe using your flight would help with sweeping attacks? Zoro doesn’t know, he leaves that up to you to figure out.

There was one time when he was knocked tf out in a long fight and you were the first thing he woke up to -- face pinched in worry and wings disheveled and dirty -- and he honestly thought he had died and gone to heaven, but you will NEVER hear him tell you about that.

Overall, Zoro is not that impressed by the fact you have wings but is instead impressed at how you use them to your and the crew’s benefit. He thinks of you as a very strong and reliable crew member and someone who is genuinely very kind to others.

Nami

The Straw Hats met you pretty early on in their journey at the Baratie. When Nami first saw you, a horrible thought ran through her head, that being she could possibly sell you as some kind of “exotic” item/person to pay off the debt to Arlong. However, she quickly pushed that thought out of her head and is somewhat disturbed at the fact that she ever had that thought.

After Nami had stolen the Going Merry and returned to Cocoyasi Village, she was shocked to see you with the crew when they came to pick her up. She witnessed firsthand that day just how freakishly strong you are, having been able to beat the shit out of a Fishman by yourself.

You were the first person to greet her after she got her tattoo reworked. You expressed how relieved you were that she was okay, that you understood why she did what she did, and that you wouldn’t (couldn’t) hold it against her. It was during that conversation that she decided she belonged with the Straw Hats.

You two quickly become friends once ya’ll officially join the crew.

Whenever the crew docks on a new island, Nami LOVES to go shopping for items for you that would complement your wings. Clothes, jewelry, whatever, she loves to doll you up with or without your approval lol.

Along with clothes and jewelry, Nami also looks for good soaps and other hygiene products that are gentle on your feathers and skin, but keep them looking and smelling nice.

Nami often asks you for fashion advice. You don’t change your outfits nearly as often as she does, but you slay every single one you wear and she aspires to look as good as you.

Tbh, you don’t know what to say to her since she too also slays and you just throw things together without any particular process.

Nami was the first person on the crew to buy you a pair of padded gloves to protect your hands while fighting as she noticed the copious amount of bruises and cuts to your knuckles.

Depending on how much you already know and understand, Nami shows you how to budget money if you’re ever unsure how to do so.

Something Nami does for you is offer to hold your wings. Considering how large of a bust she had, she understands the most out of the whole crew how sore your back and shoulders become when carrying something heavy like that all day. Nami has you lean into her chest and relax your wings while she holds them at the base where they connect to your back. You are always grateful whenever she does this because holy shit your back feels so light.

She’ll also help you stretch them out whenever you need to. For example, she’ll grab the tip of your wings and pull them out, stretching them to their full span. Keeping them folded all day can lead to some crazy cramps.

Nami is always willing to help you preen your wings in the spots you can’t quite reach. Every time she helps you, she tells you how soft they are the whole time.

Nami collects the long, straight feathers that fall off and uses them to write with. It started when you gifted one of your long feathers to her and she kept it in the cup on her desk with all her other writing utensils. One day the quill she was using broke and, not wanting to buy another one, she improvised by using the one you gave her. She was shocked at how well it held up and how crisp the lines were and began asking you for more.

Much like other members of the crew, Nami WILL fall asleep cuddled into your wings if given the chance. But just like the other members of the crew, you never mind when she does :)

Nami never really asks for you to carry her while flying, mainly because she has a slight fear of heights, but you have flown with her on occasion. Whether it be recreationally or to move her out of harm's way, you try to stay as low as safely possible whenever you carry Nami.

Overall, Nami is not only mystified by your beauty and uniqueness but is also glad to have another strong fighter among the crew. She feels safe whenever you're near.

Usopp

So Usopp shot you out of the sky while the crew was sailing in the Grandline. He didn’t realize you were a person, he thought you were a large bird that Sanji could cook up for dinner! Imagine his surprise when you fell onto the deck and BOOM, a whole fucking person is lying there and, oh God are you dead?

Chopper was quick to tend to your wounds. Since Usopp had used a flame star on you, some of your feathers were singed on your left wing, which made it impossible for you to fly even if you wanted to until they grew back. Usopp stayed in the office while Chopper tended to you and waited for you to wake up. The moment you woke up in Chopper’s office you panicked; You screamed and threw anything you could get a hold of at the reindeer and Usopp before bolting for the door. You got out, but when you tried to take flight, you found that you were unable to. After falling to the deck a couple of times in a futile attempt to leave, you eventually accepted that you weren’t going anywhere.

Luffy offered you a spot as a part of the crew that day, but you were unsure. You eventually compromised on letting you stay on the ship until you dock on the next island, to which you could either leave or stay with the crew. Later on, you decided you would stay with them.

When given the chance, Usopp apologized PROFUSELY for shooting you. Like, he was on the ground crying, begging for forgiveness. Before anyone realized it, you had balled your hand up and punched Usopp in the stomach, sending him flying against the guardrail on the other side of their ship. Dazed, Usopp looked up at you as you approached him. Leaning down to face him, you said to him, “I forgive you,” and from then on out it was mostly smooth sailing between the two of you.

Usopp LOVES to draw up ideas on new items and weapons for you to use, either things that attach to your wings or that can be used by you while in flight.

Speaking of drawing, Usopp also loves to draw, just…you. You’re such a unique subject, possessing a silhouette unmatched by any other (with maybe the exception of the Skypia citizens, but even then their wings were not as large as yours). Usopp just thinks you’re pretty and he likes to draw pretty things :)

Usopp also taught you how to shoot with a slingshot. He figured that while you’re in the air you’d have a pretty clear shot of the battlefield, so you could offer aerial support for the Straw Hats.

He also looked into different fabrics and materials he could make new clothes for you out of; Something that was light and wouldn’t affect your flying, but something that was flame and puncture-resistant. With the help of Franky and Nami, he was able to sew something that provided you with a little more protection in combat than what you typically wear.

When you first asked Usopp to help preen your wings in the springtime, he refused immediately. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to help you, he just didn’t think he could do a good job at it. You assured him and told him you’d instruct him while he did it.

It took a while for him to figure out which feathers were ready to come out and which ones were still healthy and alive (He pulled out quite a few good flight feathers…ouch), but by the end of it, all your wings were healthy and shiny.

You told Usopp he could do whatever he wanted with the feathers and at first, he just kept them in a box in his workshop, not sure what to do with them but unable to just throw them out because, hello, they’re your feathers.

He tries to come up with inventions that could utilize them, but he has yet to design and sketch one up.

Usopp found out the hard way just how hard your punches hit. He also got to bear witness to it when the crew was fighting off another random pirate crew that thought they could cash in their bounty. Usopp was s h o o k when he watched you grab this pretty beefy pirate and just drag him to the fucking floor before beating the absolute shit out of him with your bare hands. Rest assured, he never doubted your capability in a fight after that.

Overall, Usopp is impressed, and somewhat scared, of your strength and just the general uniqueness that is you. He has just never met anyone like you before (until Skypia that is, but they’re not even as cool as you) and is always in awe of you.

Sanji

Oh, where to begin with this guy lmao…

You met Sanji allllll the way back at the Baratie. You had barely managed to escape the capture of a pirate crew that wanted to sell you and found yourself flying aimlessly over the sea, with no idea where you were or where you were going and starving. You stumbled across the Baratie by complete accident and once you realized that it was a restaurant, you practically ran through the doors.

You pleaded with the staff to give you anything to eat -- offering to clean dishes, dispose of trash, or be a bodyguard for the restaurant (that last one got a few laughs out of some of the staff) -- but without any money, you were quickly kicked out.

Before long, a pair of black dress shoes stood in front of where you lay on the ground and a plate of fried rice was placed in front of you. You gasped as you sat up and looked at the person who gave you the food. “No one deserves to starve. Especially someone as lovely as yourself,” He said to you.

From that day on, Sanji kept a close eye on you. Sanji let you stay and work with him -- with the approval of Zeff ofc -- so when he left to join the Straw Hat crew, you joined alongside him; Thankfully, Luffy didn’t have a problem with it.

Sanji makes special meals for you considering that you have a different diet from the other Straw Hats. If you ever tell him he doesn’t have to do that for you, he insists on making your meals with certain ingredients since he does the same for Chopper (considering he, as a reindeer, has a vegan diet and all).

You’re also the main person Sanji asks for help in the kitchen the very few times he ever asks for help. He has a lot of trust in your kitchen skill considering you worked with him for a short time.

Regardless of your gender or sex, Sanji is ALWAYS fawning over you. Are you hot? Here’s a cold, refreshing drink for you. Are you hungry for a snack? Sanji has already cut up a nice gala apple for you! Seriously, this man is just obsessed with you (in a good way, that is).

Like Nami, Sanji loves to go out and buy outfits for you. Dresses and skirts or suits and ties, whatever you want, Sanji will buy it for you.

Sanji is very curious about your life before he met you and how exactly you came to be the way you are. He assumed you got your wings from a devil fruit and was shocked when you told him you were born with them. That was the moment he became more invested in your origin and what exactly you are.

He never pressures you to tell him anything if you’re uncomfortable with it, but if you are, he’ll fix you both a cup of tea and sit with you in the kitchen, listening intently to whatever you have to say.

Sanji is also the most likely one to spend time with you at odd hours of the night. He doesn’t have the soundest sleep schedule and is a fairly light sleeper -- at least the lightest out of all the men -- so there’s a good chance he’ll be awake whenever you can’t sleep. Again, he’ll fix you something light to eat or drink that will hopefully help you sleep.

Sanji never expected you to ask him to help you care for your wings, but bro did not hesitate to say yes. He has you sit in the kitchen’s dining area while he helps preen your wings, handing you the feathers as he goes. When you offered him to keep them he didn’t waste a second more and stuffed them (gently) into his coat pockets with the longer ones poking out of his pocket lol.

He doesn’t keep them in the kitchen (for sanitary reasons), but he does keep them in a small keepsake box where he puts all his valuables in his sleeping area. Sometimes when he’s changing up his outfit, he’ll place one of your short feathers into the suit pocket alongside a handkerchief. It’s so adorable and you smiled so hard when you first saw it.

Sanji would never ask you to take him flying, but if you offered he first declined before quickly agreeing if you insist. He won’t admit it, but the moment he met you he wished you’d sweep him off his feet and bring him into the air with you.

Sanji didn’t think you could fight that well. To him, you looked like a delicate teenager/young adult needing protection. He did everything he could to protect you from the pirates that attacked the Baratie, but it wasn’t until he was pinned down and forced to watch you get jumped by a group of the other pirates that he actually saw just how strong you were.

Granted, it took you a hot second and you got hit by them a few times, but you still managed to beat the absolute shit out of them (and these were decently built people as well).

Sanji never doubted your ability to defend yourself from then on, but he still does try to protect you whenever he can. It’s just ingrained in him to protect other people.

Overall, Sanij was immediately won over by your beauty, but as he got to know you and your personality became more understood by him, a deep respect for your character grew within him. While lovely, Sanji often looks past your wings and sees you for who you truly are.

Chopper

Chopper met you along with all the other Straw Hats on Drum Island. You assisted Luffy in bringing Nami to the only doctor on the island, acting as another bodyguard for him along with Sanji. Eventually, Sanji was knocked out and you carried him while Luffy had Nami.

It took a while for you two to reach the top of the Rockies where the doctor was supposed to be and it was draining on the both of you. You saw a pair of feet approach you and passed out to the sound of Luffy shouting, “They’re my Nakama!”

Doctorine allowed Chopper to treat you since, out of the four, your injuries were the least severe. At first, the two assumed you were a regular human and laid you on your back while they treated the others. It wasn’t until after Luffy was bandaged up that the two got to you. Removing your coat, Chopper was taken aback at the sight of feathers all inside your coat pressed up against your body. He quickly called Doctorine over and quickly decided to treat you instead and pushed Sanji over to Chopper for care.

Chopper made quick work of Sanji in order to watch Doctorine treat you. He watched intently as she was careful of your wings and placed you to rest on your side instead of your back. You were the last to wake up of the four and Chopper couldn’t hold back his questions about you. Doctorine swiftly dismissed him to allow you to recover as you had developed a small cold on top of your other injuries.

After recovering some and being faced with Drum Island’s “King” Wapol, Chopper was incredibly impressed by how well you fight along with the other Straw Hats. Not only were you wearing somewhat restricting clothing (those coats kept you warm but were hard to move in at times), but you were also still injured and yet you still managed to pack these guys up lmao. He was also very grateful when you covered him from an incoming attack, but also felt guilty that you had to sustain another injury.

After Chopper joined the crew, you were the first one he truly befriended. While he had no problem with the others in the crew, he felt most comfortable with you. He thinks it’s because of your gentle appearance and kind voice, but you think it’s because of your wings and somewhere in this subconscious he connects them to an animal and therefore connects you to an animal, which brings him comfort.

Chopper has many, and I mean many, questions about your anatomy and physiology. You explain everything you know about your body to him, including that you have hollow bones, there are air sacs in your lower abdomen, there are some foods that you just can’t eat, and that your hearing is very sensitive (sorry to my HoH and deaf baddies ilyyy).

Chopper loves to sleep with you. Whether it’s taking naps together or actually falling asleep at night, he feels very safe within your arms and wrapped in your wings.

As a doctor, Chopper knows how one’s back hurts when carrying a large weight on their shoulders for an extended period of time, so he’s quick to ask about any back pain you have. If you are ever having any discomfort, Chopper will massage your shoulders and back near where your wings connect to your skin to ease the soreness. He’ll also look into any medicine that helps with back pain like yours.

Chopper gets really nervous whenever you sustain any injury to your wings. While he has been taught how to treat many different injuries and illnesses on a person, your wings are a whole new thing to him and often time he needs your guidance to treat you. He’s very nervous about hurting you more than you already are :(

Chopper was very excited the first time you asked him to preen your wings. He’d seen some of the birds on Drum Island do the same thing sometimes during the warmer months, but he never quite understood what they were doing at the time. He’s very gentle and always asks before fully pulling off a feather all the way like he does a little tug and asks if it’s ready to go.

If you ever break one of your blood feathers, Chopper is quick to treat you with the least amount of pain possible.

Chopper uses some of your shorter, stiff feathers as pens to write with similar to Nami. He keeps them in a cup with all his other pens and pencils. The rest of your feathers he throws out since he doesn’t have a use for them and wants to keep his office clean and clear.

Chopper frequently asks you to take him flying and isn’t above begging you to do so.

He’s the only Straw Hat that you take flying somewhat regularly. His small stature and light weight make it possible for you to fly for long periods of time without straining yourself too much. The first few times you carried him with you, you flew close to the deck/ground so as not to frighten him. Once he felt confident you wouldn’t drop him, he began to beg you to fly higher, which you happily complied with.

Whenever you guys are attacked, you are the first person Chopper runs to for cover (assuming you’re close enough). He’s seen just how strong you are and feels safe with you.

Overall, Chopper first views you as a very unique patient; Someone who he can learn something new from. He then started to see just how genuinely kind you are and began to look up to you as an inspiration for what he wants to be.

Robin

You were already a part of the Straw Hat crew when you met Robin while she was still working for Crocodile. Similar to Chopper, the large, baggy clothing you were wearing gave you the appearance of being a normal human. It’s not until she goes to use her devil fruit and restrain you that she feels something unusual on you; Something soft.

It’s not until you all depart from Alabasta and she makes her presence known on the ship that she actually sees them. With your protective clothes gone, your large, soft wings are on full display and Robin’s interest is immediately piqued.

Using her devil fruit, she grows an arm out of your back and you freak out at the feeling of her touching your wing from so far away. She’s normally much more polite about such things, but she just couldn’t contain herself at that moment. She promptly apologized to you before joining the crew, much to everyone’s surprise.

Robin is very curious about you after you inform her your wings aren’t the product of some devil fruit. She thinks back on any race -- either modern or ancient -- that had wings like yours, but she could think of none. Not even the people from Skypia had wings as majestic as yours, so she quickly ruled that out.

Robin will often ask you to join her while she sits out on the deck reading. It doesn’t matter what you were doing before, if it’s something that can be done outside then she’ll beckon you over.

She asks about your origins during one of these times in a non-probing way and very politely. If you tell her you don’t know much about your origin or that you haven’t eaten a devil fruit, she’ll start looking into it while doing her other research.

The title/nickname she calls you by is “The Avian” or just “Avian.”

Whenever the crew docks at an island and goes shopping, Robin likes to buy little bird-related nicknacks -- stuff like ceramic parakeets and glass canaries. She gifts them to you saying that they reminded her of you.

You have a shelf in your room that, along with your books, holds all the little birds (Robin smiled so hard when she saw it for the first time and, if I dare say, even blushed a little 0_0). They’re all secured with a little bit of adhesive on the bottom to prevent them from flying when the ship is forced to make crazy maneuvers.

In the least creepy way possible, Robin likes to watch you sleep. She doesn’t actively try to watch you sleep but if you end up falling asleep next to her while lounging on the deck together, she’ll close the book she’s reading and just…watch you. Not long, just a few minutes max.

She’s very grateful to be alive and that gratitude spreads to her friends and crewmates. She’s happy that you are alive and seeing you breathe and your heart pump brings her comfort knowing that you are alive.

Robin acts very much like a mother towards you, especially if you’re one of the younger members of the crew. She keeps an eye on you as you soar through the sky and perform cool tricks that impress the others and is always ready to catch you if something goes wrong.

Robin based her one devil fruit move where she grows “wings” of a sort after you.

Robin loves very much to help groom and preen your wings. She’s like Luffy in wanting to touch your wings frequently, but she’s much more discrete about it than he is.

She’s very gentle when pulling your feathers and removing dead ones. She always asks for confirmation before actually pulling one off. Her fingers are gentle as they card through your feathers and she scratched them in all the right ways.

She’ll also make sure to reorganize the feathers so that they lay correctly and comfortably when she’s done helping you groom them.

Robin never asks you to take her flying and she’ll turn down any offers you may give her. She may seem aloof and not interested but in reality, she very much wants you to carry her during flight. She’s a little embarrassed about it but mostly feels that you have better things to do than take her for a joy ride.

Whenever you grab her and fly her over to somewhere safe during a fight, she has a little fun while in the air with you.

Robin isn’t all that impressed at your inhuman strength. When you’re as well-traveled as she is you come across so many unique and bizarre people that you eventually become unfazed by it.

She does admire that, while you’re strong, it does take you some time to deal with a group of enemies. Some of the other crewmates are able to take out a lot of people in a crazy short amount of time so seeing you take a minute to beat up a group reminds her that you’re -- and the rest of the group as well -- still human and very real. You’re not some machine created to kill.

It was still a little jarring for her to see your petite frame bust some large guy’s ass and throw him across the battlefield. It took her a couple of battles to get used to it tbh.

Overall, Robin is very interested in you, both in who you are as a person and what you are as a being. To her, you are the definition of “looks can be deceiving” as you manage to surprise her time and time again.

Franky

When Usopp had come back to the ship bloody and bruised and without the money, you went out with the rest of the group that went to pay his attackers a visit.

When Franky first saw you approaching with the group he thought you were an angel (bc he’s corny like that). He laughed to himself a little bit thinking about how out of place you looked side by side with the rest of him. He stopped laughing, however, when you socked him in the jaw and sent him flying into a wall that was a few feet away.

Chaos ensued and the last glimpse he got of you was of your wings swaying as you walked away from the rubble of the Franky House with the rest of your crew.

Time passes and the events of Water 7/CP9 take place and before you know it Franky is now a part of the crew (much to your surprise).

Tbh, it takes you a hot minute to really warm up to him as a crewmate considering what he did to Usopp, but in the end, you decide to follow Usopp’s lead, and if he was willing to forgive Franky then you were too.

Franky’s corny ass asks you if you’re an angel or something similar and you have to tell him no, much to his disappointment. Like he visually deflates when you tell him you aren’t some Godsend.

He does like to place you on his shoulder and say some stupid shit like, “Look! I’ve got an angel on my shoulder!” It’s a little embarrassing when he does that on a new island and locals look at you like you’re insane.

He only once asked about what you were and after you told him you didn’t know he never brought it up again. Bro really just doesn’t care lmao.

Franky likes to just watch you move about sometimes. Your wings move in a way that is uniquely and completely you. When you lean forward your wings spread back to balance yourself. If you ever trip your wings flutter to right yourself. They’re just really fun to look at for him.

Franky will look at some of the schematics that Usopp made for items related to your wings and will actually make them (with modifications he sees fit). He also creates some of his own inventions for you to try out and if one particular item doesn’t do it for you Franky’s not offended at all and scrapes/revises it.

The first time Franky touched your wings was when he was making an item for you and needed your wings’ specific measurements. He noted just how soft they were and couldn’t help but press his face into them, causing you to laugh lightly.

You kept some of them, but most of his inventions for you were just too heavy/bulky for them to be practical in battle :/

He’ll ask you to try out some of his inventions from time to time similar to Usopp, specifically ones that are better executed from higher places.

Franky is not the person to ask for help to preen your wings. It’s not that he’s rough like Zoro -- quite the opposite in fact -- but because his hands are just so big. He has difficulty trying to grab individual feathers and often pulls three or four out at a time.

He is about just stroking your wings though. He uses very light pressure on them as his fingers ghost over your feathers and it almost feels like a gentle breeze instead of someone touching them.

Franky loves it when you give him your feathers! He often asks you to just give all the dead ones to him and he’ll personally go through them and pick out the ones he wants to keep.

He uses them for decorating his inventions and other things, as well as writing and just sitting pretty somewhere in his workshop. He even keeps one of them in his shirt pocket claiming that it’s “lucky.”

After the two of you became better acquainted, Franky asked you a few times to pick him up and fly with him. You tried, you really did, but you just couldn’t. You can pick him up relatively okay, but you just couldn’t take flight with him. He chalked it up to being mostly metal and didn’t bother you about trying again.

Franky learned his lesson the hard way not to fuck with you. His jaw was sore for days after you punched him in the face. He never saw you fight during the CP9 battle, so the first time he actually saw you fight as an ally was after the crew docked at the next island and were harassed by some other pirates.

Franky watched you throw a guy at least three times your size over your head and a solid twenty-five feet away from you. He then proceeded to witness you break someone’s nose with a headbutt and he was glad you hadn’t done that to him (although his nose is made of metal).

He then considered getting or making you a pair of brass knuckles to see just how much damage you could do in a single punch.

Overall, Franky is always looking for new inventions to make and your body provides a very unique canvas he can design his inventions for. In his eyes, you’re not only a unique individual but also someone who is forgiving and kind-hearted.

Brook

You met Brook with the rest of the crew near Thriller Bark. Immediately charmed by your beauty, Brook politely asked to see your underwear (regardless of your gender bc bffr he don’t care). Nami is quick to hit him for it.

Since he wasn’t present for most of Thriller Bark he kind of slipped your mind, since you had been dealing with zombies, until you ran into him by accident and he told you how to actually defeat them. Grateful, you do as he says.

After the stressful events of Thriller Bark and +1 more crewmate, you’re all off onto Fishman Island (until you take a detour to Sabaody Archipelago that is).

Brook assumes that your wings come from a devil fruit and is shocked one night when you casually mention you don’t have devil fruit powers. He then asks about it and you tell him that you just don’t know, so he doesn’t ask any further.

Expect this absolute dipshit to ask to see your underwear at least once a week if not more. Brook has a preference for pretty women, but really he likes anyone that’s pretty so you check the box in that aspect at least.

Brook likes to talk about Laboon with you. He feels that out of everyone on the ship, you’d understand his attachment to Laboon the most, even if you hadn’t met him in the East Blue.

Perhaps it’s because you resemble a bird? Brook isn’t even sure why he feels that way about you.

Brook would teach you how to whistle and mimic other bird calls/tweeting. He thought it fitting and thinks it amusing whenever he finds you somewhere on the deck delivering bird noises to yourself in the early morning.

It’s especially amusing when an actual bird or two respond to your call and sit with you on the deck.

Brook loves to hug you even if he can’t feel you (small headcanon: Brook is unable to feel since he lacks the nerve endings necessary to do so). He’s not a creep in the sense that he wants to touch you, he just loves the idea that he’s hugging someone since, hello, that man was alone for fifty years so he’s a little fucked in the head from that.

Tbh, he just likes to be around and in physical contact with you. Again, this stems from his time alone and he feels more safe when he’s with someone, especially you. Maybe, subconsciously, he views you as some kind of angel that’s there to guide him after his death so he feels the most at ease with you, but you’ll never hear him admit that.

Brook would be very good at preening your wings -- probably one of the best if you’re being honest. Since his fingers are nothing but bone they’re very precise in which feather they grab. Although, the lack of friction does mean that your feathers frequently slip through his bones, but two or three yanks later and the dead feather is gone!

Brook started collecting your feathers the first time you let him preen your wings. You know the boa he wears post-time skip? It’s made out of your feathers.

While Brook can’t actually feel your feathers, he just believes the others when they say they’re soft and will fight anyone who argues otherwise.

Brook is the easiest to fly with out of all the Straw Hats hands down. He genuinely feels like nothing when you carry him and you’ve actually dropped him once due to this.

Brook seems like the kind of guy to have a fear of heights, so he doesn’t ask you to carry him a lot when flying. He doesn’t mind though, however, when you bail him out of a tight spot in the middle of a fight.

He’ll actually be screaming and crying and thanking you as you set him down somewhere safe before continuing your own fight with whomever.

Speaking of fighting, Brook is terrified when he first sees you throw a punch. He was expecting some regular, non-devil fruit-type punch that would maybe disorientate someone. What he wasn’t expecting was for you to send someone twice, thrice your size across the room and skit to a halt on the hard, concrete floor.

He determined then that he would never make you mad and is very glad you’re on his side lmao.

Overall, Brook adores you, for your beauty/handsomeness, your kindheart, and your immense strength. You are someone he feels comfortable with and that he can form a deep bond with in a way he can’t with the other crewmembers; You are unique to him in that way.

Straw Hats

Usopp, Luffy, and Chopper all cuddle you when taking a nap lmao. Sometimes others will join you four, but they’re the core group :)

Nami and Sanji are the main people who like to dress you up (you have a whole collection of clothes that the two of them have bought for you), but you’ll often find Robin, Franky, and Brook in attendance at the small “fashion shows” Nami and Sanji “host” for you after they have gone shopping.

Franky will sometimes find little bird items that remind him of you, but instead of giving them to you himself, he hands them off to Robin to gift to you instead (embarrassed much, Franky?).

You, Robin, and Nami go to spas frequently whenever you get the chance. Nami always makes sure you get a deep tissue back massage there.

Considering your unique physique, there are many people who gawk at you whenever you enter new islands and towns. It’s mostly limited to stares and whispers amongst others, but occasionally someone will speak up and talk to you.

Zoro and Sanji are especially defensive of you when this happens. It’s not that they think you can’t handle yourself, it’s just that they want to make sure you have the appropriate backup necessary in case someone does get nasty with you.

There have been occasions when someone grabs your wings without your knowledge/consent, both random pedestrians and enemies.

If it’s a pedestrian then someone from the crew will probably leave them with a minor injury, such as a slap to the face or a punch to the gut.

If it’s an enemy then the crew is on that person in an instant.

There is one time you can vividly remember an enemy grabbing your wings. You were trying to move Luffy away from someone when you were suddenly grabbed by the ankle and dragged back to the ground, causing you to drop Luffy some feet away. A foot was set on your lower back with a lot of pressure and that’s when your wings were grabbed close to the base and pulled.

The scream that ripped through your throat was haunting as you tried to contort your back away from your assailant in vain. You felt warm blood drip onto your shoulders when suddenly all the pressure on you was gone and you saw the guy lying still on the ground several meters away from you.

Chopper tended to you first that night and noted the mostly minor tearing around the top base of your wings. It took a week to heal completely, yet the scars from it still remain on your back, a lighter color than the rest of the tissue there.

Overall, the crew loves you to bits and you love them too.

A/N: I was NOT intending this to be so long. I only wanted each character to be like 6-7 points each, but I got carried away as usual. Either way, I hope you enjoyed it!

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Pairings: Wednesday Addams x platonic!reader / Enid Sinclair x platonic reader / Larissa Weems x platonic!reader

Summary: 7 reasons to go, 3 reasons to stay

Warnings: suicide, suicidal thoughts, vent fic I guess, so uh, like bcos I need validation 🫶 pure, unfiltered, angst. (Part two here) (Tagging: @lxtins @allisonsblog @wednesday-l0ver @capryuk @smolgayhooman @elduster because they said they’d read it x)

Word Count: 1.1k

Seven reasons to go, three reasons to stay. It honestly seems like such an easy answer, but if you add a zero onto the end of both numbers it becomes harder. Seventy reasons to go, thirty reasons to stay. You sat atop of this hill, resting your back against the oak tree. Weighing the reasons in your head made the pit in your stomach grow, but it needs to be soon.

1. You have no family.

In a fit of blind rage at eight, you set your house ablaze. The fire started in your parents bedroom where you, your mother and father and your little brother were. Larissa Weems, a family friend, was quick to aid you. She brought you to Nevermore and raised you like her own. It was abnormal for normie families to have Outcast children, but that just meant the Outcast gene laid dormant for a few generations. You didn’t speak to anyone for seven years after the incident.

Though Larissa was the closest thing you had to a family, she wasn’t your family and the kids at school liked to remind you of that.

2. The overwhelming anger.

Your nostrils flared as you watched the boy, whose name you never bothered to learn, called you an orphan for the umpteenth time that day. You clenched your fists, digging your nails into your palm until you felt blood rolling down. Pain makes you human, Larissa had said to you. Why wasn’t it working? A wolf pushed you and you struck him with flame covered fist. Your hand was burned onto his face and he hand to live in humiliation with that scar for the rest of his life.

The kids around you immediately dissipated and ran away from you. Then your roommate asked to switch dorms

3. People would finally care.

They don’t care until it’s too late. You knew this now, throwing the noose end of the rope over the highest branch that you could reach. You couldn’t even cry. Why would cry? Crying for the people that never even batted an eyelash at you. For he people that saw your pain and laughed in your face, dancing on what was left of your happiness, hoping to ruin it all for you. You can imagine the people that pushed you to this crying in each other’s arms as your body was lowered into the ground. Who do they think they are?

4. You hurt everyone you touched.

Larissa had pulled you into a hug when you came to her office sobbing. You were hesitant to accept it, but you did in the end. You remember her scream and push you away. It haunted your nightmares every. Single. Night. You looked down at your hands and your eyes widened at the melted fabric on your palms. She told you that it was all right and that she was just shocked, but you didn’t believe her.

You began using weird techniques you’d read about in books from the library; sitting in the kitchen’s walk in freezer for as long as you could, taking ice baths, letting your anger out in a controlled environment.

5. The dreams.

Waking up drenched in sweat and covered in a crisp duvet was not your forte. In fact, waking up wasn’t your forte. Your family coming back from the dead to berate you, blame you. They wanted to kill you back. Your brother showing you what could’ve been, what would’ve been, what should’ve been him. A dashing you man, your mother had said before casting her eyes over you in disgust. You wanted to apologise, but that didn’t deserve it. They should have to beg you for forgiveness. The world should have to beg you for your forgiveness. And it would have if you really wanted it to. You had the power to burn the world to ash.

6. You’d stop being a burden.

Larissa Weems already had a whole school of children to deal with. And, though she didn’t say it, you knew having you in her office for breakfast, lunch, and dinner was bothering her. You didn’t want to admit it, but you grew to like her presence, so instead of staying cooped up in your room, you stayed cooped up in her office. You’d get short, curt answers when asking something and you took that as a hint.

7. Eternal peace.

You’d be free from all your suffering. You’d be dead, you’d be gone. There’s no analogy for this reason. It’s just a fact. You wanted to be gone, that’s all.

But now the reasons to stay.

1. Your Larissa.

She really was your family. The reason you were still alive right now, but it was proving not to be enough. You just hoped that she didn’t blame herself for this. She had saved you and protected you for as long as she could, but now it was down to you. You had to make a decision and it led to you tightening the rope around the trunk of the tree.

2. The people that liked your company.

You had met Enid Sinclair in your fourth year of solitude since you’d come to Nevermore. She walk talkative and it was nice for the both of you. She liked having someone that listened to her ranting and you liked listening to someone talk to you without belittling your feelings. Then you met Wednesday on your 16th birthday, three years later. She was Enid’s roommate and you were scared that Wednesday was going to take her away from you. But that’s not what happened. Soon in days where you waited for Enid in her dormitory, you found yourself enjoying the silence between you. It wasn’t that Enid’s rambling was annoying, but silence was nice every once in a while. Lastly, you met Eugene. He reminded you of your little brother, predominantly the good parts of him. He was a perfect mix of Wednesday and Enid. You loved hearing about his bees and how his mom’s were doing. You adored reading books with him in the library. He helped you get over your fear of yourself.

3. Life.

Sure, you hated life. But there were fun times like when you were five, on your father’s shoulders as he ran through the forest by Nevermore. Or on your fifteen birthday when Enid and Larissa threw you a surprise party in your dorm where’re the three of you danced the night away. Not to mention when you made Eugene laugh. A smile graced your face the whole day after hearing him cackle at a note you gifted to him. Even if it go you kicked out from the library.

It was moments like that that you craved.

But you didn’t get much more because here you were, standing on a stool as you put your head through the noose. Just as you strained to kick the stool away, you heard a scream.

“No!” They said, but it was too late.

Wednesday was too late.

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2011 SUB BILL [FEMALE READER HAS A SURPRISE FOR BILL AFTER HIS FIRST TIME MODELING FOR DESQUARED] (toys , blindfold, her in a set bill absolutely loves)

yes 😩 🫶

A little congratulations

tags/ warnings: reader being dressed in full body lingerie, sub! bill, use of toys/ blindfold, begging, cursing, slight screaming, head (m receiving), reader torturing bill.

synopsis: after bill's first modeling show for desquared, you had a little surprise for him, including plenty of fun for you both 💝

MDNI ⚠️

pairing: 2011 bill x fem

Your POV:

Looking at myself one last time in the mirror, my body completely coated in the lingerie I had chosen for bill to come home to when the Desquared show was finished. I was extremely happy for him, this was his first modeling gig, and I knew he loved the profession. So as a little congratulations, I prepared a blindfold, a vibrator, and handcuffs for him when he walked through the door. Me dressed in a extremely revealing, silky bodysuit of lace, chains and buckles all over the clothing. It was currently nine-twenty p.m, and bill would be home by ten, so all I had to do was wait. I perfected everything and went out into the living room, and the cold air hit my skin fast and hard. I turned on a random channel, not really fully watching it, my mind too preoccupied about bill, how'd he react when he saw me like this, how'd his reaction would be when he saw the display on the bed, neatly folded.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard keys jingling on the outside of the door, and I leapt from the couch, running into the bedroom to get in a good position. "Love, where are you?" Bill called out, his footsteps seeming to get closer to the bedroom door with each stomp. Eventually, he turned the doorknob, and his jaw dropped when he saw me, sprawled out on the bed, the vibrator in my hand, toying with it. He dropped everything in shock, his eyes as wide as saucers. "Hi baby, thought I'd dress up all nice for your first big show" I grinned wickedly, placing the toy down onto the mattress. His adam' s apple bobbed up and down, as if he was nervous. "Why don't you come over here pretty boy?" I spoke in a sultry tone, and he slowly came over to me. "Good boy" I smiled as he laid his back onto the bed. "ready?" I asked, placing my hands onto his jeans, unzipping the denim as I kissed his neck, toying with him. He let out a small moan as I tore off the jeans and his boxers, seeing his hard erection. "So pretty for me" I gazed down at his cock, pre-cum leaking from the tip.

I lowered my head to his dick, licking off the little juices on the top, and he moaned, throwing his head back roughly. "F-fuck" he spoke, as I deepthroated him quickly, my eyes beginning to water as I took all of him in my mouth, tongue running up and down his shaft, as his hips bucked up against my mouth, desperately seeking some type of friction while I licked up and down, my head bobbing on his cock. "Ngh, please love" He pleaded, and I gazed up at him, his face contorting to the pleasure he was receiving, and I loved it. "Aw pretty boy, so good for me, letting me use you like this" I mumbled against him, my eyes never leaving his. "Gonna c-cum soon" He groaned, arching his hips off the bed, and I pushed him down. "Don't fucking move" I barked, while he whined. I continued my assault, making him cry out as he came, releasing all over my face and tongue, his legs shaking.

"You ready for more?" I asked, grabbing the handcuffs, pinning him to the bed so he couldn't move. He looked up, trying to shimmy his wrists out, but I slapped his thigh. "Stop, bad boys don't get to feel this good" I demanded, lifting his head up from the pillows, holding the back of his skull in my hand, and picked up the blindfold from the edge of the bed. "What's that?" He whimpered, still trembling from his orgasm. "This?" I held the black scarf innocently. "This is for you, my dear" I smiled, tying it around the back of his head and his lips parted, unsure of what to do. "Don't worry, you'll feel very good soon" I promised, the hum of the vibrator filling the room. I placed it on his tip, pushing down hard, and he cried out. "Oh pretty boy, is it really that good?" I teased, and he nodded rapidly. "Hmm, I don't think that answer's good enough" I sighed, a hint of playfulness in my voice. "what's wrong?" He heaved, chest rising up and down.

I ran the toy up and down his cock, and he screamed. "Much better" I grinned. "Making me so happy" I spoke, not easing up on him. "y/n!" He yelled, filling the air with his pleasured noises, each filling my ears sweetly, making me press deeper. "Doing so good, letting me fuck your pretty little cock like this" I said. "Cu-cumming! Cumming!" He screamed again, and I pulled it off of him. "what?! why!" He protested in anger. "Because, now it's time to return the favor" A smile tugged at my lips once again, and I undid his restraints, letting him free. "Alright, well, you sure you're ready?" He asked, and I nodded once.

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz fanfic #bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x reader smut #bill kaulitz x you #kaulitz twins

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dont-feel-so-good-peter · 2 years

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

[𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧]

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Word count: 12K+

Tag: @moonnaught

Note: I’m sorry for not posting my life became hectic and many family members were in the hospital. I’ll try my best to write this week.

— EVERY COUPLE ARGUES. In every relationship, some ups and downs happened. Some issues become fixed and other problems are left to be unsolved. As with many problems in a relationship, this particular has been left unsolved. The problem with Marc Spector and Jake Lockley was that they were very closed-off people. But since you were originally Marc's wife, Marc fronted most of the time to spend with you but it's been a year since he's become Moon Knight, he didn't like talking about it with you.

Or talked about his emotions in general. And it seemed like every argument was a full circle because of that issue. You would gently try to ask him what's wrong then he would brush it off saying it's nothing. You would plead with him asking him to tell you what's wrong then somehow, along the way of begging turns into a screaming match.

If anything, the same routine of the same problem was getting exhausting. You would storm out of the shared apartment and leave for a couple of hours. Or lock yourself in the bathroom to cry because all you want to do is help Marc.

But it seems like every time you try with him, another screaming match occurred as Marc and Jake who were taking turns between fronting in the body, slamming the cabinets as you stood a far distance away from him. "Please, just tell me what's going on!" You shouted trying your best not to flinch with each slam of the cabinet as Jake was looking for a particular item that you hid away just for them to talk to you.

You knew the item that you hid away was important to their mission but you wanted them to talk to you about what was going on. "I don't have time to tell you what's going on!" Marc shouted this time as he slammed another cabinet, turning around to face you. "This mission is far too important. Just give me what I need!"

"Just tell her what's going on. You're scaring her." Steven pleaded from the window's reflection watching you flinch from his loud tone.

Marc ignored him. He always ignores Steven because Steven was the one who always patched the relationship up. Honestly, if Steven wasn't there, Marc believes that the marriage would have ended years ago but yet; you still remain.

Marc wasn't sure if you still remained because of Steven or you just couldn't leave the relationship. He saw how your eyebrows would wrinkle together as tears glisten in your eyes with each argument. He knew he pushed you away every single day, his reason was simple. He was afraid of getting close to someone; to show vulnerability.

Marc purposely self-sabotage every relationship he ever had because of his mother. His mother's words still lingered in the back of his head no matter how much he pushed away the memories and tried to erase them from his mind; she was always there. And for that reason, it was hard to get close to anyone.

Especially the one he loves the most; you.

But how could he tell you about being Moon Knight? You were the only thing good in his life no matter the numerous times he pushed you away, screamed back at you; caused this rift in the relationship that was slowly tearing you away from him. You were that balance that Marc needed, it was fucked up in a way because he knew he held onto this toxic relationship. The toxic relationship he created but it was addictive to come home to someone who still remained.

Marc knew you deserved better; of course, he knew this, but he felt in a way that he deserved something good in his life. He couldn't imagine you with someone else, it felt selfish to have you remain here with him, unhappy. He wanted to change but that lingering voice of his mother is what caused this rift of forever never having a stable relationship with anyone.

You shakily stepped forward but remained your distance away from him. "Please, just. . .just tell me what's going on, Marc." You pleaded as your eyes trickled with tears. "I. . .I know this mission is important but I'm always worried for you. I stay up at night never knowing if you're going to come back. I stay up wondering if you're dead or not."

"I never fucking asked you to worry about me." Marc harshly replied, stomping towards you. His brood figure towered over you, his dark eyes peering at you. "I never ask you to stay up at night wondering where I'm at. I'm fine. Now, tell me, where is the damn map?"

You narrowed your eyes at him as tears fell from the corner of your eyes. Marc's heart ached seeing the same tears that were resulted from his anger. Not every day was it that you cried, only the days when Marc had to leave. On the days he didn't have to leave, those were the moments that made it worth staying but quite frankly, you were getting mentally exhausted.

Exhausted from crying, worrying about your husband. Wondering almost every night if he was going to be alive but here he was asking you to not worry. From when he became Moon Knight, before all of that; you were in a good relationship with him. It may have not been the best but ever since he became Moon Knight; everything changed.

You didn't know why you stayed with Marc. Truly, it was hard to say. Perhaps you saw yourself in him. Afraid to be alone, afraid to endure the loneliness, and afraid to show yourself to anyone. You thought those types of thoughts were in the past when he saved you from being kidnapped. He was hired to save you and through that crazy journey, you connected with him but for the past year, it seems that connected broken to almost nothing.

Almost.

Almost because you still had hope. But you were almost at your breaking point as well with him. "The map is on the bookshelf, hidden behind my romcom section." You muttered quietly. Wiping the tears with the back of your hand, you step aside from Marc.

Marc quickly walked to the bookshelf and carefully put your book aside to find the map that he stole a few days ago for Khonshu. He found the worn-out map quickly and stuffed it in his pocket. He placed back your books in the right order and turned around seeing you standing there with a blank expression.

How did everything turn out so shitty? Marc could blame everyone else for what has happened to the relationship. His mother to creating a series of problems like his mental illness, and his lack of understanding of how to care for another person properly and healthily. How to process his emotions in a way that doesn't harm himself or others. Or he could blame Khonshu who created this person he hated and used him as a puppet.

He could blame the world for giving him an unfair life. But in reality, his choices come to him. His behavior came down to him. Steven would always tell Marc how he could go to therapy to change his toxic and unhealthy behavior but Marc was afraid. His fear was affecting everything in his life. He could only blame himself for not changing.

And he does blame himself because of the expression on your face. Usually, you would be crying and begging him to stay home with you. To be safe with you and not go anywhere else but here you stood. Emotionless and uncaring. Perhaps you were at your breaking point where you didn't care for him anymore. And that was on him.

"You know," you began with a harsh chuckle. "I didn't think the relationship would have got to this point. And you're right. You never asked me to care for you but you asked me to marry you. And that meant I would care for you once I said yes."

Your finger and thumb twirl the ring around your finger as you slid the ring off. Marc's heart sunk seeing the ring between your fingers. This was it, this was your breaking point. "But each time you put on that costume, I always worry but I won't anymore." You stride towards him, harshly grabbing his wrist. Forcing his hand open, you shoved the ring in his hand. "I'm not divorcing you but I won't wear that ring anymore. You're not the man I married, Marc. You're a stranger. Blame whoever you want about our downfall but you can only blame yourself. I blame myself for many reasons but I won't be part of this toxicity anymore. I'm done."

You turned around and walked away from him. His eyes bore on the back of you. His heart rammed against his chest as he blinked rapidly. His eyes peered down to the ring. The shimmering golden ring had a carving on it. Together forever, my love

"Marc. . ." Steven muttered from the nearest reflection. His heart aches at the situation.

Marc sniffled, holding back his tears as his fingers curled around the ring. His face went blank as he slipped the ring inside of his pocket and turned around. "Marc, you could fix this," Steven said from the passing reflections on the wall. "I know you want to!"

"No, leave her be," Jake spoke up as Marc curled his fingers around the door knob. "She deserves better than us. All we ever do is fight with her. It's better to leave now and come back later."

"No, I disagree," Steven argued. "Marc. I know you love her. You can make this right."

Marc shook his head as his eyes softened at the door. "No, Jake is right. All I ever do is mess everything up. All I ever do is push people away. This is my fault, it was inevitable." Marc whispered. "It's too late to try anymore."

Marc opened the door, his head jerked to see if you were standing there. To have any last hope that you didn't mean what you said but nothing. The apartment was silent. And Marc left with that silence.

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You sat on top of the bathroom's sinks marble counter. The cool countertop stimulated your nerves as the hammering of your heart didn't ease. Your finger felt empty without the ring that was given to you by Marc. Never once you took the wedding ring off your finger, never after a fight but this time, it was different.

You had to take it off to show how serious this problem was to Marc and Jake. You only found out about his alters a few months ago. Steven was the better pleasant one than Jake because Jake was similar to Marc. Always hiding something because they're scared to show their true selves.

The argument between Jake was still fresh in your mind because it happened yesterday. It almost seemed like you couldn't get a break. Whether it was Jake arguing with you or Marc; there was always something.

| YESTERDAY |

Jake's heavy footsteps echoed through the apartment causing you to stir in your sleep. The groggy feeling slowly disappeared as you rapidly blinked away the blur of your sleeping state. Your eyes darted to the nearest clock and the time read 5:37 AM. It wasn't the latest time Jake ever came home, you were more surprised he came home at all.

Usually, he's gone for days but this time, he came home early for once. Stretching off the couch, you crossed your arms underneath the blanket. "Jake?" You called out softly watching him shuffle around the kitchen possibly looking for something to eat.

At first, he didn't answer. His shoulders were tense as his hands stopped mid-reach towards a cabinet. "What are you doing up?" Jake gruffly questioned.

You could barely see him through the dark. You decided to get up, carefully wrapping the blanket closer to your body as your bare feet padded across the apartment to find the light switch. "Don't turn on the light," Jake said from the kitchen but your finger flicked the switch.

You squinted your eyes from how bright the light illuminated the apartment. You heard more shuffling from the kitchen as you walked over there. You let out a soft gasp as your brows wrinkled together. "Jake." You muttered worriedly.

From the side of him, you could see a bandage on his nose as his nose was bloody and bruised purple. Small cuts formed on his cheek and litters of other small wounds across his forehead. "Go back to bed," Jake demanded as he continued to pull out his favorite snack to munch on.

"How can I go to bed when you come home looking like this?" You said incredulously. It was terrifying seeing Jake coming home with wounds like this as if he just let the other guys punch him. As if he didn't care to take a hit.

"I'm fine." Jake merely replied, he didn't turn around to look at you. He was hiding something but Jake was always hiding something. And you could tell he was hiding that something but he was refusing to look over at you. His shoulders were more tensed than usual. His tone had more sharpness and roughness as if something happened.

"What's wrong?" You softly asked.

"It's none of your business!" Jake suddenly shouted, firmly slamming his snack against the counter causing you to flinch as he turned around. That's when you got a good look at him. His eyes were bloodshot red as if he's been recently crying. The tears stained his cheek as his eyes were heavy with regret.

Your lips curled into a frown as you stepped closer to him. "Jake." You reached out to comfort him but he slapped your hand away. It wasn't a harsh slap but it made your chest clench from the hurt. Even with that hurt, you reached out still and grasp his sleeve instead. "What happened?"

Jake was silent for a moment. His eyes were averted from yours as he let out a harsh chuckle. "I went out on patrol and. . ." He sucked in a sharp breath as he shook his head. "And. . . There was a fire but some guys had me occupied. There were too many guys and I heard a kid crying for help in the burning building. I tried to get to the kid but. . ."

Jake didn't need to finish his sentence. You understood that he couldn't save the kid and that was feeling tremendously guilty for not being able to save the kid. Marc told you about what happened to his little brother so you could imagine how Jake felt about not being able to save the kid in the burning building. It was the same guilt from him not being able to save Randall.

"Oh, Jake." You said sympathetically. "It's not your fault. I understand how you feel."

Jake shook his head as he glanced at you with his jaw tightened. "No, it is my fault. You wouldn't understand what I'm feeling right now." He pulled his arm away from you as he walked past you. "You could never understand what it means to have a family because you were an orphan. You couldn't possibly understand how I feel, okay?"

Your eyes widened from what he said as your heart clenched. "I couldn't understand how you feel?" You let out an abrupt scoff as you pulled on Jake's arm, forcing him to look at you. "You're a fucking asshole, of course, I know how you feel because you know why? The only family I ever had is Marc. The only person I could rely on is Marc."

"And every day I'm scared shitless when you or him go out there getting your asses kicked. Doing some sort of fucked up missions for a crazy god. The mere thought of losing you terrifies me. So yes, I know how you feel about losing something because every day when I look at you or Marc, I lose a piece of myself." You shook your head as you let out a dry laugh. "I lose myself because I don't know whether you're coming back. Just like how you lost your brother, I'm losing you and Marc to this Moon Knight persona. So I know exactly how you feel."

What you said almost seemed pointless because no matter how many times you tell Marc or Jake your feelings, it seemed like it fell on death's ears. But what you didn't know was that Jake took in every word and that tremendous amount of guilt amplified. How he wishes he could be better for you. How he wished he could show you the love you deserved like Steven could but Jake was made out of Marc's anger.

Jake was fabricated of Marc's darkest desires. Jake couldn't give you what you needed no more than Marc could. Every day, he wished he could do better but as the same fear as Marc, his mother's voice lingered in his head.

"I'm not going to deal with this," Jake muttered through gritted teeth as he stomped back towards the front door. "I'm not even your husband. Why the fuck should you care about me?"

"You may not be my husband but you wear his face. Whatever actions you cause, the consequence lay on Marc." You replied harshly. "And I care because I always cared about you, Jake. Since you showed up, I cared. But go ahead, just leave like you always do."

In a way, you wished that Jake would have taken your words and stayed. You always wished Marc and Jake would stay but they never do because they can't handle their emotions. They could never handle their emotions.

So with solemn regret, Jake opened the front door and left abruptly with that silence lingering in the air as well. And finally, you broke down sobbing trying to muffle them by putting the blanket against your mouth. But Jake heard them as he leaned against the front door, heartbroken by the painful sobs.

| END OF FLASHBACK |

This time, you couldn't cry. Not at the moment because from every argument that comes; there was always the aftermath. Steven or sex. It was one of the two that would come with the aftermath. Steven, the precious man who consoles you through the heartache and there was the rough sex that happened with either Marc or Jake as in a way of an apology.

The problem was that you understood that Marc has heavy trauma to deal with and perhaps you couldn't leave because Marc was your only family. There was last shimmering hope that he could change, that he could do better. And you wanted him to do better, to seek help for his trauma. All you ever wanted him was to heal but you could only do so much for him.

Marc could only see to heal himself, you were done trying.

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As usual with Marc's night on patrol after he handed the map to another avatar that Khonshu said was trustworthy. Marc was getting his mind off the argument the only way he knew how to. Fighting. His knuckles were chapped and bloody, aching from the ferocious punches he was giving to the man beneath him.

It almost seemed like he couldn't stop punching the person in the face. The man underneath him was trying to assault a woman in the alley. A woman that almost looked like you. The perpetrator hit the husband unconscious next to the woman and Moon Knight swept in. That was merely two minutes ago and yet, Marc didn't stop punching the man.

"Marc, that's enough!" Steven shouted inside his mind witnessing through Marc's eyes the situation.

Marc snapped out of his trance as he rapidly blinked underneath the suit. He stood up and glanced over to the woman who cradled her unconscious husband with fear, gazing at him with wide eyes. He stared at the woman in front of him. Her eyes looked similar to yours, even down to the same facial structure and skin color.

The woman was almost harmed and killed. Her husband wouldn't have known what would happen and would have woken up to her harmed, dead body. The thought of something happening to you crossed his mind. He could never forgive himself if something happened.

"Who-Who are you?" The woman called out, cradling her husband close to her chest.

"Moon Knight. . ." Marc trailed off as he kept his distance away from the woman. "Are- Are you okay? Is he okay?"

The woman nodded, swallowing thickly. "Yes, thank you, Moon Knight." Her voice strained as she glanced down back at her husband. "I'm sorry we fought earlier, please don't die on me."

"He's not going to die. He's just knocked out, call an ambulance and tell them what happened but don't mention me." Marc demanded as he turned around about to walk off to the night. His knuckles begin to heal as he stalked off.

"But you're a hero, how can I not mention you?" The woman croaked out.

Marc stood there frozen, he couldn't consider himself a hero. How could this woman see him as a hero when he beat a man near death? "Just don't mention me at all." He gruffly said, walking to the shadows.

Marc's mind lingered off to you. The primal fear of losing you was always on his mind but he knew this time, it could be true. He saw something with the woman he saved and her unconscious husband. She apologized for fighting with him earlier. Marc started wondering the what-ifs.

What if you walked outside by yourself to calm yourself down and you were in trouble. And if something bad had happened to you. What if you died and the last thing that happened between the two of you was an argument? What if he lived with that regret with his last words being to you was harsh?

What if you died not being his wife anymore?

There were worse things in life than him being killed, it was losing you. Marc's chest tightens at the thought of losing you not just emotionally and mentally but physically. His trauma held him back from making real connections to other people but he got you despite those hardships.

Despite everything that happened. You were there. Marc couldn't let these behaviors and patterns go on anymore. He couldn't allow you to walk away from him. With his new determination to do better, he ran.

Marc ran to the apartment allowing the mummy-esque dissolve from his body as he opened the apartment door. "Baby?" He called out as he shut the door behind him. The apartment was eerily quiet. His footsteps echoed through the apartment as his eyes darted around trying to hear you.

A voice softly came from behind the bathroom door. Marc quietly walked to the bathroom door and pressed his ear against the door. A soft sob escaped your lips, filling Marc's ear. His heart broke, usually, he pushed away from the terrible regret he felt after the arguments but he allowed it this time.

Marc allowed his feelings to crash all at once. His fingers curled around the doorknob and opened the door. "Baby?" Marc called out again as he shuffled into the bathroom.

His eyes softened with sadness seeing your face pressed against your knees as you hugged your arms around your knees, pressing them close to your chest. His eyes flickered to the mirror seeing Steven. "You know what to do Marc, you've always known but are you going to finally be a good husband and do better?" Steven questioned.

Marc nodded. He couldn't let this behavior affect the relationship any longer because his greatest fear besides being alone was having you walk out of his life. He was going to fix what he messed up. "Just go away, I'm tired." You mumbled. "I can't fight anymore, Marc. I don't want to fight with you anymore."

Marc shook his head as he brought his large hands to cup your face, lifting your head up. His heart hammered seeing the tears stain your cheeks. The puffiness crinkled around your eyes as you sniffled, narrowing your eyes at him. "I'm not here to fight either." He softly spoke. "I don't want to fight with you anymore. . .I'm sorry."

Your jaw dropped as you glanced around. "Is this real? Am I hallucinating this?"

Marc rolled his eyes as he scoffed. "Yes, this is real." He replied dryly. "I'm. . ." He deeply sighed trying to find the right words that were long overdue. "I'm so sorry about everything. I'm sorry that I caused our fights. I'm sorry that I make you cry. I'm sorry that I make you worry. I'm sorry I couldn't be a better person but. . .I want to be a better person. Not just for you but myself."

Your brows scrunched together as you sniffled. "This. . .this is the first time you apologize since a few months ago." You muttered confused. "Are. . .are you okay?"

Marc shook his head. "No." He said truthfully for once. "I'm not okay. When you gave me your wedding ring. It felt like my whole world was crashing on me because baby, you are my whole world. I can't live without you and I won't." His fingers reached into his pocket and took out the ring, holding it in front of him. "I refuse to lose you because of my behavior. I will. . .I will get the help I need. I. . .I was just so scared to get help but I know I need to heal and you always encourage me to get that help."

"But you are my wife, my world, and my life. I refuse to do any of this without you. I'm sorry, [Name]." Marc profusely apologizes, shaking his head at himself. "I'm so sorry but please, don't go. I know you're tired, I'm tired too but we can get through this together. You're the only family I ever had besides Jake and Steven but you've been there for me. Please, put the ring back on."

Your eyes searched his and for the first time in a long time, he was vulnerable. Something you've been wishing for, something you hoped would happen and here it was. His eyes brimmed with tears as some slipped down the corner of his eyes. His fingers trembled between the ring as if he was scared of your answer.

"I want to hear from Jake as well." You replied because if you were going to put the ring back on, you wanted an apology from Jake as well. "I want him to apologize and then, you will know my answer."

Marc glanced over to the mirror. His eyes glared at the three-way mirror glancing at Jake who sighed. "I will apologize to our love," Jake replied.

Marc nodded and allowed Jake to take over the body. Jake's eyes fluttered open but his eyes were avoiding looking at you. He felt the padding of your fingers brush against his jawline, tilting his head to look at you. "Hey." You softly said. "Are you okay?"

Jake shook his head. You let your legs down on the sink as you scooted closer to him, he was in between your legs as his fingers brushed against the loose strands of hair on your face. His warm, dark eyes bore on your face, flickering around to study you. You weren't angry at him nor hurt, you were patient.

"No, mi amor. I'm not okay." Jake replied with a small smile. "I never been okay. More now than ever, I'm ashamed that I caused this much harm to you. You don't deserve any of this and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a fucking asshole and I'm sorry for the harm I caused. I'm your husband as well and I need to do better."

Jake sighed as he brought the glistening ring into your view. "You are my family as well. My world and my life. I won't cause any more harm because as much as Marc is terrified of losing you, I am as well. I would kill for you, I would die for you." The padding of his thumb brushed against the underside of your eye, brushing away the tear stain as he softly smiled. "We need help. And we're going to get that help, I promise. So, could you please put it back on before I sell it."

You scoffed playfully, pushing his shoulder as his chest rumbled with laughter. "Fine, I'll put it back on. Thank you for apologizing, Jake. You can rest now." You said pressing your hand against his chest with a smile.

Jake was exhausted from how he bottled his emotions and this was the first time he truly showed his vulnerability in front of anyone. He could rest knowing he wasn't judged or mocked for his emotions. And for the first in a long time, he felt safe so he decided to rest as Marc took over the body once again.

"Jake's right, if you don't put the ring on, I might sell it." He playfully teased as his fingers brushed along your arm. The padding of his fingers sent shivers throughout your body as you peered through him with half-lidded eyes. His touch was soft and enduring, it wasn't like his other touches after an argument where they were rough and unapologetic.

No, his touches were feathered like as if he was scared to touch you. To make the wrong move. But you enjoyed how he was touching you as your skin felt on fire. His fingers brushed against your ring finger as he brought your hand closer to his right hand. The ring between his index finger and thumb glisten underneath the low lights of the bathroom as he brought the ring to your finger.

Marc carefully put the ring back on your finger. The cool metal brushed against your delicate skin as your eyes flickered back and forth from Marc. His dark eyes glance back at you and everything felt right. His hand hesitantly let go of yours as he brought both his hands against your waist, squeezing them softly.

Marc didn't have to say anything. The way his eyes stared into yours felt like magic itself. As if everything was going to be finally okay. Your arms wrapped around the nape of his neck, pulling him closer between your legs as you sat at the edge of the sink. His thumbs massage your waist as he brought his forehead against yours.

"Do you have to be Moon Knight?" You suddenly questioned in a soft tone, peering your eyes at him through your thick eyelashes. "Can't we find a way for you to stop being Moon Knight? It's affecting you badly. It's affecting us badly."

Marc shook his head as he gave you a sad smile. "No, there isn't a way. I became a god's puppet to save Steven's and Jake's life. If there was a way, I would stop being Khonshu's puppet."

You sighed frustrated. "Well, can you at least tell me what's going on with this whole Moon Knight persona?"

"Yes, I will tell you but I want to make it up to you for how I've been treating you," Marc replied, he lifted his head away from yours. His brown curls messily fell over his forehead as he tilted his head, his eyes flickered across your face. "I want to make love with you. Not fucking like we've been doing for the past few months. But actually make love."

Your cheeks heated up at his suggestion. Making love and fucking was different, you haven't made love with Marc in a year. It was just rough, hatred fucking after each fight or each patrol he did. You nodded. "Please, make me feel good, Marc." You whispered. "I want to feel your love."

"This will be the first step of showing my love to you better," Marc said, pressing his lips against your forehead. A sweet and tender kiss that lingered there for a moment. He pulled away and his brown eyes darken gazing upon you. His large hands squeeze your waist, you already knew what he wanted.

Your legs spread open further as you scooted down closer to the edge. His hips pushed against yours as you brought him down to your level. His lips crashed onto yours messily. His nose bumped against yours as with one hand, snaked across your body feeling through the thin material of your shirt; well, Marc's shirt.

Marc thought how cute you looked wearing his large shirt on you and very small shorts that were hugging against your waist tightly. His fingers brushed underneath the shirt, feeling your skin underneath the padding of his fingers as he snaked his hands up to your breast. His brows rose up as the padding of his thumb brushed against your bare nipple.

"No bra?" Marc muttered against your plump lips as his eyes fluttered open. Blush spread across your cheeks as you shook your head. "Awe, don't be shy baby. I'm your husband. I've seen your pretty little pussy many times. And I've seen your breast countless times, I can never get enough of them."

"You always so shameless." You mumbled, flickering your eyes at him as your fingers captured his brown curls between your fingers.

"I'm shameless? What about the time you didn't wear any underwear to a party? You were shameless enough to show your pussy to me just so you could get fucked in the bathroom." Marc retorted teasingly as his other hand tugged at the hem of your shirt, helping you pull it over your head. “Flaunting your pussy for everyone to see.”

"Because you made me mad earlier that day. I just wanted to make you jealous." You nonchalantly shrugged as your nipples perked from the cool air in the bathroom. Your cheeks heated up more as Marc's eyes bore onto your chest.

Marc could never get enough of your body. His eyes were always filled with amazement as if he was seeing your body for the first time again. "Yeah, but you got what you wanted, little slut so. . ." He trailed off as he brought two fingers against your chin, forcing you to look at him as he lowered his head to your level. "What does my little slut want now? There's no one around to flaunt your pretty pussy around beside me."

Your skin felt like it was on fire as the padding of his thumb brushed against your chin. His grip was tight on your chin as his dark eyes were narrowed at you. This wasn't like the other times when he was quiet and fucked you, no, he wanted to hear your every thought. To spill every shameless thought in his mind as well. This was the Marc you knew before he became Moon Knight.

"I want you to eat my pussy out. I want your tongue to make me cum as many times possible." You replied breathlessly as you rutted your hips against his, feeling his cock strain underneath his jeans. You whimpered feeling the contact of his clothed cock against you. "I want to see stars and pass out from your tongue."

Marc chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "You're going to be the death of me." He muttered. "You'll get what you want but first, I'll get what I want."

You rose an eyebrow at this feeling Marc tilt your head. His lips lowered to your neck as his teeth scraped against the underside of your neck. His tongue swirled around a specific spot that he knew would help stimulate your pussy. Now, you understood why he wasn't immediately going to your pussy. He was warming you up first to get you wet for him.

His mouth formed on a spot on your neck and begin sucking as his other hand trailed up to your bare breast. His index finger and thumb capture your nipple and begin to roll it between his fingers. You let out a soft gasp, rolling your eyes back as you rutted your hips against him.

Marc felt his cock harden as his mouth littered pinks and purple hues around your neck. Crescent-shaped markings formed around your neck as he harshly hit down against your neck. You let out a hiss as your fingers ran through his brown curls. "Marc." You whimpered out. The ache of wanting him inside of you grew as your pussy slicked with wetness.

Marc chuckled against your collar bone as his tongue gave a languid swipe. His tongue trailed down between the center of your breast as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes. His knees fell against the tile. His hands cupped your breast as he brought his mouth against your nipple.

You arched your back feeling his tongue twirl around your sensitive nipple. His teeth scraped harshly against the bud, biting softly down. You let out small whines of pleasure as with his other hand, the padding of his thumb grazed your stiff nipple. Slick coated the fabric of your underwear as your walls clenched around nothing. "Marc, please. I need your tongue." You begged.

Your blunt nails scratched his scalp as your hips wiggled around and your thighs clenched together, rubbing against another trying to stimulate pleasure. "Such a needy girl, you were always the impatient one." Marc teased, his voice muffled against your breast as he pulled away. The silvery string of saliva drooled from your nipple to his mouth. He pulled away causing a disconnect as he kissed alongside the center of your stomach, languidly trailing down.

His hands cupped the side of your thighs as he spread apart your legs. "I'm the impatient one?" You scoffed, glaring down at him. "I remember a time when you begged me to dominate you."

Marc's eyes darkened, gazing at you through his lashes. "And you will never get the pleasure again, seeing me beg for you." His voice was low as his fingers curled around the hem of your shorts, swiftly pulling them down your legs and tossing them aside. Your bare glistening cunt presented in front of him, aching for him to touch. "But it's always a pleasure to see your pussy waiting to be touched."

"Fuck off."

"Oh, I could but then you would be the one begging for me to come back and fuck you properly." Marc retorted, one of his thumbs grazed your puffy clit causing you to suck in a harsh breath. "Isn't that right, baby?"

"Yes." You muttered feeling him languidly massage his thumb around your clit. He didn't put pressure on it. He was teasing you or maybe he was just enjoying going slow for once. Either way, you wanted him to go faster. "Marc, please go faster."

"Why should I? I'm enjoying seeing my wife squirm like a slut." Marc grinned up at you. It was true, Marc was completely enthralled by how you looked above him. And with the light cascading off your body, he truly thought you were beautiful.

"Because your wife is asking you to treat her like a slut and go faster."

Marc rolled his eyes. "You're a brat. You get on my nerves." He replied, applying pressure against your puffy clit like you asked. His thumb massaged your clit and you let out a moan, gripping the edge of the sink.

"But you love me for that." You countered. He only chuckled back a reply as his warm breath fanned against your cunt. He was teasing you, wanting you to beg for his mouth. Marc Spector was cruel in ways but he always knew how to make you beg. "Marc." You warned with a frown.

"You know what to do, sweetheart." Marc countered with raised eyebrows. He was so close to your clit but he refused to do what you asked. He refused until he heard those pretty words coming out of your mouth.

"Please, Marc. Please make me cum on your tongue or I will take off the ring again." You said sadistically with narrowed eyes.

Marc rose an eyebrow at you. "Oh, you're cruel. Fine, I'll give my slut what she needs." He removed his thumb away from your clit and his tongue swipe languidly causing you to squirm. His large hands roamed their way to your thighs, holding you in place.

His half-lidded eyes gazed up at you as his tongue glided around in a circular motion. His blunt nails scraped against the meat of your thigh. His tongue trailed around your pussy, capturing your slick. Marc let out a hum of satisfaction, his hums reverberated against your cunt causing you to rut your hips against his mouth.

Your fingers trailed along with his curls as your nails scraped his scalp. Breathless moans escaped your plump lips. The padding of his middle fingers grazes your walls as your pussy flutters feeling his finger brush against your entrance trying to pull him in. Marc pushed into two fingers inside feeling the warmth of your pussy around his fingers.

Slick coated his fingers as his mouth latched around your clit again, his tongue twirling around. His fingers disappeared in and out of your cunt, curling them inside hitting the spot you needed the most. "Marc." You whimpered out.

Your walls fluttered around his fingers as his tongue went side to side. Your thighs shook against his grip, crying out his name. Marc stared at you through his lashes, the ache in his jaw was throbbing but it was worth it seeing you gasp and moan above him. The squelching sound of your pussy echoed off the bathroom walls along with your whines of Marc's name.

Marc closed his eyes in contentment. Drool trickled alongside the corner of his mouth as your slick coated his chin. He was happy that you gave him another chance because he was in love with your pussy. The taste of it, how it fluttered around his fingers; and how it will eventually feel around his cock. And he couldn’t live without you.

"I'm close." You whimpered out. Your walls pulsated around his fingers violently as you thrashed above him. Your thighs shook from the build-up pleasure as his tongue circled around the same spot over and over again. "Marc." A cry rippled out of you as you released on his fingers but Marc was an overachiever when it came to your pleasure; he didn't stop.

He couldn't stop because he was addicted to you. Everything about you was addictive. His eyes gazed up at you through half-lidded eyes seeing sweat glisten off your body. Soft sobs escape your mouth as your thighs kept shaking from the over-sensitivity.

His hands tighten around your thighs, holding you in place. Series of cries flood his ear, multiple times. Marc truly lost count of how many times he made you cum. His fingers were completely drenched from your release. The slick trailed down his arm, dripping to his lap —drenching his jeans.

"I can't handle the pleasure anymore." You whimpered out, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. "Please."

"You kept the ring on your finger." Marc lazily replied as his finger languidly went in and out of you. "So I get to make you cum as many times as I see fit. But since you asked nicely, I'll stop."

Marc removed his finger out of your pussy. The slick drooled from his finger to your cunt, once he pulled away the string of slick disconnected. He stood up and grasp your chin with his other hand. "You should taste yourself." His fingers inserted your mouth and you closed your mouth around his fingers, twirling your tongue around the padding of his fingers.

Your upper lip sucked the coated slick, closing your eyes in contentment. Marc felt his cock twitch in his pants seeing you suck off your release. Marc pulled his fingers away as he stared at you with a smile. "You look tired," Marc commented, brushing his thumb against your cheek, admiring you.

You shook your head. "No, I'm not. My pussy is aching for more."

"More?" Marc rose an eyebrow. "You're restless."

"I know. . .but I always thought of something we haven't tried yet." You captured your lip between your teeth.

Marc tilted his head. "What haven't we tried? Because we've tried bondage, food play, pain kinks, and among other things. I feel like we covered most sexual stuff."

"Yeah, we did all that but we're talking about making love this time and I think taking a shower together and making love in there is something we haven't done." You said sheepishly feeling your cheeks burn. Maybe it was a stupid idea. Maybe Marc was used to roughness, adventure, just pure fucking without love.

"Let me take care of you in the shower then." Marc smiled, bringing your face to his, and pressed his lips against yours. A sweet and tender kiss that you missed from Marc. He was a closed-off person, a person who was afraid to tell his emotions but his physical touches like his kisses, it was benevolent. It was his way of showing he loves you.

Marc helped you down from the sink counter. You felt you slick coat your inner thighs and you felt ready for a shower, and what was going to come in the shower. "Before we get in the shower, let me help you out of your clothes." You suggested, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

Marc's lips tugged into a smirk as he raised his arms up. You pulled his shirt off, gazing down to his sculpted muscles as they contradicted, flexing underneath the fluorescent lights. You shamelessly licked your lips, smiling at him. "I'm lucky I got a hot husband."

For the first time in a long time, Marc's tan cheeks turned red. "Shut up." He muttered, grabbing your face between his hands. The padding of his thumb traced along the bottom of your lips as he tilted his head down pressing a heated kiss, pushing your body backward against the shower's door.

Your fingers fumbled against his belt, pulling it out of the pant hole. You unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down, with the curl of your fingers; you tugged his pants and underwear down. Your back shivered from the coldness of the glass as Marc stepped out of his jeans and underwear.

With one of your arms, you pressed your hand against the door pushing it aside. Marc carefully walked you inside the shower as he pressed your body against the cold tile. His cock rested between your legs, brushing against your cunt as he rutted his hips against yours. A moan escaped your lips as your hand fiddled around the wall to find the shower knob.

With one quick motion, you flicked the shower water on and the cold water sprinkled against yours and Marc's bodies. You shivered from the cold water as you let out a gasp against Marc's mouth feeling the water pour against your face. You opened your eyes to gaze at Marc.

Water fell over his head, messily flatting his hair. Trickles of water fell against his broad chest, falling down to his prominent V-line. He looked like a god underneath the shower's water. The padding of your fingers roamed against his sculpted chest, brushing down the center of his stomach to his V-line.

Marc shuddered as you traced your fingers along with his V-line feeling the water run against your fingers. Gliding your fingers down, you wrapped your hand around his cock. Your thumb brushed against the tip as he let out a low moan, closing his eyes half-lidded and gazing at you. "Fuck, you drive me crazy, baby," Marc whispered, lowering his head against your bruised neck and kissing softly along your wet neck.

His wet brown curls brushed against your cheek as you pumped his cock languidly feeling it twitch underneath your hand. You threw your head back against the tile as his mouth harshly sucked against the open spots where he didn't create bruises. Your other hand roamed against his muscles, mapping out the curves as your hands curled around his shoulder, holding yourself.

"I want you, Marc. All of you. I want your love." You muttered against the shell of his ear. "Please, give me all of your love."

"Yeah? You want my love?" Marc whispered. "You want my cum inside of you? Dripping out of your needy pussy?"

"Yes, Marc." You whined out, pumping his cock faster hearing him groan against your neck.

"I'll give you what you need." Marc purred, pulling your hand away from his cock as he lifted himself away from your neck. Water droplets fell against his neck, trickling down softly. The water pressure hit against him beautifully as his hands gripped your waist, pushing you against the shower door. His hand roamed against your outer thigh causing you to shiver from his cold hands from the shower as he propped your leg around his waist.

His cock rested against your stomach as he panted gazing at you with admiration. "God, you're so beautiful." He muttered, brushing a wet strand of hair out of your face. "Do you prefer just me fucking you tonight or do you wish the others to join?"

You tilted your head as Marc rutted his hips languidly, brushing the underside of his cock against your clit. "I want all of you, Marc. Steven. Jake. Because I love every bit of you." You said quietly, brushing the padding of your thumb against his jawline. "I want you three to show me you love me. I want to feel all of your love, Marc."

Marc's lips tugged into a smirk as he shook his head. "Well, you're going to be sore in the morning, sweetheart." He commented, dragging his cock teasingly along your aching pussy as his tip tapped against your entrance. "Remember, you asked for this."

His cock sheathed into you with one quick rut of his hips. You let out a loud moan feeling his cock fill you up quickly to the brim. His lips found yours one again as your arms wrapped around his neck. The showered finally steamed with hot water, hitting against the side of you as you moved your hips against Marc's, meeting his pace.

Loud cries rippled from your mouth as his prominent hip bones rammed against yours at a rough pace. But this wasn't the usual rough pace of his after each argument. No, this was a rough pace where he's making sure you felt every ridge outlining of his cock going in you. Making sure that you knew that his cock belonged to you and only you. That his fulfilling promise of change was going to happen.

Marc was always a physical person with love and he was showing that with his pace. With his hot mouth against yours, his nose bumping against yours needy making sure you understand that he truly did love you. His hands roamed down against your body, mapping out every single detail that he loved about it.

Your back arched off the shower door as you pressed your breast against his broad chest. His hand roamed down your spine causing you to shiver as he pulled you closer to his body. His hand gripped around the curve of your ass and squeeze roughly. "You're not going anywhere because this pussy is all mine, got it?"

"Yes, sir." You muttered against his lips, letting out a whimper feeling his cock suddenly going inside of you slowly. The squelching sound of your overly wet pussy filled the air as his cock moved deep inside of you. You could feel every ridge of his length drag against your inner walls as his mouth formed around the bottom of your lip, biting down harshly.

You fluttered your eyes open seeing the water fall against his face as his eyes were half-lidded staring at you. "I love you," Marc said.

Your heart warmed as you genuinely smiled widely at him. "I love you too, Marc. And Steven. And Jake."

Marc chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as a throb in your core stretched as he plunged his cock back inside of you roughly. His prominent hip bones rammed against you as your cunt pulsated around his cock. He let out low moans, pressing his forehead against yours as he panted against your lips.

His blunt nails dug into the supple of your ass as you rolled your eyes back from the drunken pleasure from his cock. It wasn't only about pleasure but it was about the love he finally gave you that you longed for. "Are you all mine, baby?" Marc questioned against your lips as his hips fiercely paced against you.

You nodded. "Yes, I'm all yours. Forever, Marc." Your hand brushed against the nape of his neck. He could feel the cool metal of your ring brush against him. He smiled knowing that he hadn't messed up the relationship; that things could be mended if he tried. And he was going to try.

Marc couldn't get enough of you as he pressed his lips against your, needy. He was afraid that you were going to slip from his fingers again. And he took in his own drunken pleasure, mapping out every detail of your plump lips against his. An ache formed around your cunt as your walls pulsated around his cock rapidly. "I'm close, Marc."

"Cum for me, baby." Marc encouraged as he quicken his pace. His tip brushed against your cervix as he hit the same spot that he knew would make you cum quicker.

"What about you?" You breathlessly asked, meeting your hips against Marc's as pleasure was building in the pit of your stomach.

"Steven and Jake will do the job for me," Marc replied nonchalantly as he lowered his lips against the shell of your ear. "Now, cum, sweetheart."

Pleasure embedded throughout your body as a euphoric eruption filled your cunt. Your cunt pulsated around his cock as you let out a loud cry, releasing around his cock. Marc closed his eyes from the sensation of feeling your slick coat his cock as he let out a hum of satisfaction. "That's it, baby. Take what you want from me."

You languidly rutted your hips against his as your euphoric high went down. Pants filled the shower as Marc lifted his head away from you. Staring at him with half-lidded eyes, his thumb brushed away wet strands of your hair as he pressed a gentle kiss against your mouth. "Now, who do you want next to fuck you?"

"Surprise me." You replied with a small smirk.

Marc rosed his eyebrows. "Hmm, we'll see who'll come out first." His eyes fluttered and you waited to see who would come out first. You were excited to see who was next. Steven, the precious man was the sensitive lover but when it came down to fucking; he was surprisingly rough. As if your pussy was the only thing and the world and he aimed to please.

And there was Jake. With his sexual movements, there was always a surprise when he fucked you. You never knew what Jake was going to do next when he fucked you. With either Steven or Jake, you didn't care who came out. You wanted to be with the both of them.

His eyes fluttered once again and from being with all three men for months, you could always tell who fronted. And this time it was Jake who fronted. "Hi, mi amor." He greeted.

"Hi, Jake."

"Your pussy is already ready for me?" Jake teased, roaming his hands up to your neck as he roughly squeezed the sides. "Marc was too boring fucking you, are you ready for real fun?"

"I had fun with Marc." You countered.

"Oh, did you?" Jake's eyes possessed jealously as he narrowed them. "Then you will be screaming my name then. And we will see if you actually had fun with Marc."

With his hand on your ass, he pulled his cock out. Suddenly, you let an ache from not feeling his cock inside of you anymore. Quickly, he pressed your body against his chest as he roughly brought his lips against yours. His teeth scraped the bottom of your lips as he bit down harshly.

You let out a hiss as blood trickled from the wound that Jake treated. He lifted his head away from you, using the padding of his finger to graze the blood and smear it around. "I always did love blood on you, Hermosa." Jake grinned darkly as his dark eyes shined underneath the water. "God, I can't wait to feel your pussy."

Jake turned you around and firmly pressed you against the shower door. Your breast pressed against the cool glass causing you to softly grasp from how cold it was. Your left cheek rested against the glass as Jake admired your ass. His cock rested between the swell of your ass as his hands roamed around the supple of your ass.

With another hand, his thumb rubs over the puckered entrance of your cunt. He fleshed out the soreness of your aching cunt as you whined under his touch. "Ssh, it's okay, mi amor. You asked for this. You asked for Marc's and mine cock, next will be Steven if he's up for it. Don't worry, I will go rough and I will take what's mine." Jake's voice soothed out velvety but the meaning behind his words held malice.

Marc promised you to make love but Jake didn't hold that promise. No, of course, he didn't; he just wanted to fuck you and show his own way of love. Jake keeps your cheeks spread, slotting his cock between the tight space of the plump of your thighs. He removed his hand away from your sensitive entrance as he roamed his hand up.

His hand glided between the curve of your ass, mapping out the plumpness to the center of your back. Goosebumps formed underneath the padding of his fingers as his hand snaked around your shoulder blade, to your neck.

Jake lowered his mouth against the shell of your ear as he whispered, "I want you to scream for me, mi Amor. I want to hear your cries only for me. If you ever try to take that ring off again, you will have a harsher punishment next time. Got it?"

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry." You whimpered out feeling his cock head push against your sopping folds. The mild pearls of pre cum smeared alongside your thighs and cunt as Jake sheathed his cock harshly inside of your aching cunt without a warning.

As Jake promised, a scream rippled from your throat as you firmly placed your hands against the shower glass trying to hold yourself as his frantic pace made your body hit against the glass. Jake smiled widely hearing your screams already.

His hands clamped around your throat tightly as white heat slicked your body with sweat. "That's what I want to hear, mi amor." He muttered against your ear, pressing a soft kiss to it as he pulled away, standing up straighter. The new change of pace from Marc to Jake was tremendous as you felt your legs shaking from how hard and fast his cock was going inside of you.

Every ridge of his cock wasted no space. He wasn't like a tease like Marc was. Jake wasted no time to edge you, he wasted no time to feel every pulsate of your cunt around him. Jake always got what he wanted, no matter what.

Water trickled down his chest, curving along the downside to his V-line. His body glistened underneath the fluorescent lights as water droplets dripped down his forehead from his brown curls. The jiggle of your ass bouncing against his prominent hip bones made Jake's eyes dilate at the sight. The cool shower water brushed against the heat of his skin, trickling down his prominent V-line.

The erupted screams filling the air, most likely waking up the neighbors was so worth it. His eyes flickered to the golden ring on your finger. He was wrong when he said you weren't his wife because you were all his. His world, his love, and his life. And to feel your walls pulsated around his cock, trying to milk to his release; Jake was lucky.

His eyes flickered to his reflection off the shower glass. Steven had his head back, moaning from the feeling of your pussy. Jake made sure that Steven was conscious during this fucking because he knew that Steven wouldn't join in the fun. Steven always the one to think of himself last and he knew you would be too tired after Jake fucking you, so Jake did a favor for Steven to make sure Steven could feel what he was feeling.

"Are you enjoying this, Steven?" Jake questioned.

Steven fronted for a moment, his hand squeezing your neck as he nodded. "Fuck, bloody hell. Yes." He moaned out. He pulled against your neck, pulling your back against his broad chest. He continued Jake's frantic pace as he pressed his forehead against your shoulder. "Fuck, darling. I'm sorry you waited for my arrival."

You raised your right arm, snaking the back of it around his neck. "Fuck, I missed you, Steven."

"I missed you too, darling," Steven muttered against your shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll have my turn soon. Jake is acting like a knob. I'll see you again soon, my love."

Jake rolled his eyes as he glided his hand against your thigh, holding it up as he went deeper inside of you again. Watching the water rush off your body enthralled Jake more, seeing the water trickle between the curve of your breast made Jake's eyes dilate. "I bet you had fun with Steven too, huh, little slut." Jake commented, shaking his head against the side of your neck.

"N. . .No." You lied.

"Don't you fucking dare lie to me," Jake commented, rutting his hips harshly against the swell of your ass. His hand glided from the side of your stomach, up between the valley of your breast to your neck. His large hand squeeze roughly as he forced your head back. "I could feel your pussy clench for Steven, I told you would be only screaming for me when I'm in control."

"I'm sorry." You blabbered out.

Jake sighed, shaking his head as his other hand roamed from your thigh to your sensitive clit. The padding of his thumb abruptly massages your clit causing you to cry out. "Jake please." You cried out. "It's too much."

Jake shook his head. "Nope, this is your punishment." The sneaky fucker set up the trap for you. He wanted you to enjoy Steven's fucking just so he could punish you. Jake Lockley was cruel in his own ways as well which excited you.

His thumb flicked around your clit side-to-side as you screamed his name out. The overwhelming pleasure was adding on from the water as it was becoming cold once again, hitting your body. Goosebumps formed around your body as your cunt pulsated around Jake's cock. The pleasure built up in your pussy as his cock sheathed inside of you frantically.

Your legs shook as you were getting close to your release. "I'm close." You cried out, resting your head back against his shoulder as Jake's tongue glided around the underside of your neck.

"Me too." Jake's teeth scraped your neck as his teeth bit down. Crescent-shaped formed on your neck as blood trickled out from a wound he created. You let out a hiss as tears formed in your eyes. The overstimulation of your pussy being abused from all three men was too much.

A euphoric pleasure took over your cunt as your thighs shook. A scream rippled from your throat as you cried out his name, releasing over his cock. Jake closed his eyes in contentment. "Fuck." He lowly moaned out, his cock twitched inside of you as he released his cum inside of you.

Jake rutted his hips languidly inside of you, making sure his cum stayed inside of you as he held you up with his hand around your neck. He removed his thumb away from your abused clit as he stopped rutting his hips. He let out a sigh of relief as he pulled his cock out of you.

The ridge of his length slowly left you causing you to whimper as slick coated his cock. Release drooled out of your cunt once he was fully outside of you. He stared and admired, watching the cum drip down to the tile of the shower. His eyes flickered to the reflection of the glass and saw Steven gazing down needy for a taste.

Jake sighed. "It's your turn, Steven."

Steven fronted, taking over as his knees fell against the harsh, cold tile. He shivered from the coldness as he brought his hand to your ass, pushing you against the shower glass. His tongue latched against your dripping cunt, twirling his tongue around the slick capturing the juices of you and Jake.

A whimper escaped your lips as your hands were firmly against the glass. "It's too much, Steven. Please." You whined out but it fell on death's ears as Steven just merely hummed, lapping his tongue in your entrance. His tongue prodding inside of your entrance feeling your walls pulsated around his tongue once again.

Steven closed his eyes as you shook above him, letting out broken sobs. You didn't know how many times you cum from the three men but it didn't seem like it wasn't going to ever stop tonight. His tongue curved inside of your cunt, mapping out each sensitive spot as his thumb massaged around your clit adding on to the pleasure.

Your body shook from how overstimulated you were. Your toes curled from the sudden pleasure as tears flooded your eyes. Steven was enjoying himself too much, tasting you and Jake as he swallowed the cum, humming at the taste. Steven was aiming to please and he always knew how to do a good job, pleasing you.

A cry ripples from your parted lips, his chuckles vibrate against your skin as his tongue frantically moves in and out of you. Trickles of slick and cum, coat against his chin, dribbling down the corner of his mouth. His skilled mouth licking and suckling over sensitive nerves as his tongue lapped over the same spot in your cunt feeling your walls pulsate around his tongue.

"Steven!" You cried out, pressing your cheek harshly against the glass letting out sobs as tears coated your cheeks. You screwed your eyes shut as your thighs violently shook. "I can't cum anymore." You sobbed. "Please."

"Just one more, darling then I promise I'm done," Steven replied, brushing you against your clit; pressing it harshly adding that extra pleasure that you desperately needed. You shook your head but your body complied, as your ass stuck out for him. "Good girl."

You were in a daze as his tongue and thumb worked wonders around your cunt. Perhaps you never should have taken the ring off because the three men were putting on a show. Showing why you should have never taken it off. The pained sobs of the mental exhaustion from earlier washed away; all you could think about was Steven's tongue inside of you.

Drool dribbled down the tile as Steven felt you coming near your orgasm. Your cunt fluttered as your thighs shook, toes curling from the euphoric sensation building up. "Fuck, Steven." You cried out as the pleasure that built up, suddenly washed over you as your walls fluttered violently as you sobbed out. Slick coated his tongue making Steven close his eyes, humming at the taste licking up every last drop of cum he could taste.

Steven stood up, holding your waist as he softly turned you around to face you. Your mind-fucked dazed eyes gazed at him, half-lidded. A weak smile spread on your lips as you took in deep breaths. "Hiya." Steven greeted, back to his normal self. "It's a bit cold in the shower, innit?"

You nodded, barely able to speak. "Let me change the temperature for you, love." His fingers curled around the shower knob as he fiddled with it to change the temperature. Hot water began to come out again and he sighed in contentment feeling the water hit his chest. "Are you okay, darling? Today was a bit. . .of a mess."

"I'm. . ." Finding your voice again, you cleared your throat stepping closer to the water as Steven made room for you. "I'm okay. I'm just tired. . .what about you? We didn't get to have sex."

Steven shook his head as his index finger tapped your nose lightly. "Don't worry about me, love. You get to have me fully on Wednesday. Our little Moon Knight Wednesdays." He wiggled his brows. Steven started calling his day Moon Knight Wednesdays because he used the suit during the times of fucking. "I see that you're tired."

You let out a chuckle, shaking your head at the man. "And I feel gross even though we're in the shower."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that. Do you want me to wash you or. . ." Steven trailed off, trailing his fingers through his wet hair, slicking it back. He scratched the back of his wet hair as droplets of water fell over his forehead.

Under the water, Steven looked gorgeous. His soft brown eyes gazing at you, the tender smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The water cascaded down along his chest as the water was hitting from the back. "I want Marc to wash because I need to talk to him. We can have our shower fun on our Moon Knight Wednesdays." You teased.

Steven flushed as he nodded. He lowered his lips against your forehead, pressing a sweet kiss. His lips lingered there for a moment as he pulled away. His demeanor changed as Marc fronted, a soft smile played on his lips. "Come on, let's get you washed up while you talk to me."

You shuffled to Marc's spot as he switched spots with you. Marc grasp your shampoo and squirted a decent amount of substance on his hand. "Marc. . .I want you to tell me how you've been feeling about everything."

Marc stiffens as his hands rubbed together, then begin massaging your scalp. The liquid foam bubbled in your hair as Marc stared at your back. His eyes lowered to your back as he sighed. "I have to kill people." He muttered. "It's no different from before but I. . .I can't deal with it because I feel like a killer from when I killed my brother."

"You didn't kill him, Marc." You replied softly, closing your eyes as his fingers softly worked through your hair. "It was an accident."

"My mom thought differently," Marc murmured as his heart hammered in his chest. "She believed I killed him so I believe that as well. I harm people as Moon Knight. I harm you as myself because I'm scared of getting close to people." His voice cracked as his eyes brimmed with tears. "I'm just always so scared that I'm going to become my mother. I push you away because I'm just so afraid."

"Hey." You softly said, turning around to grasp his face between your hands forcing him to look at you. "It wasn't your fault. You will never become your mother. Never. You are Marc Spector, a person who secretly cares. A person who tries to hide himself from the world. You are beautiful. And you're my husband, I'm not going anywhere."

A smile widely played on your lips as tears flooded his eyes, falling down his cheeks. "Okay? I put on this ring and I vowed myself to you because you are my family. You are a piece of me that lives in me. My soul, my sadness, my grief, and most importantly, my love. I had nothing until I met you. Until I met Steven and Jake. We can get through anything because we're family, okay?"

Marc bit the bottom of his trembling lip as he contained back a sob. Tears trickled down the corner of your eyes. And for the first time, you cried together. There was no shame, no arguing, no judging. Just the two of you. "I'm so sorry." Marc broke down, pulling you closer, and buried his head at the crook of your neck. "I'm so sorry." He chanted many times as he sobbed loudly. "Ow, my eyes."

Marc pulled away as he tried to blink away the shampoo. "That ruined the moment, didn't it?" You weakly chuckled.

"It kind of did because my eyes aren't burning from emotions; they're in pain." Marc fanned his eyes. "Owww."

You laughed at him, as you stepped underneath the shower. "You didn't wash my hair, that's kind of on you, dude." You nonchalantly shrugged, wiping away your tears.

Marc sniffled as he blinked rapidly. "Yeah, that was on me. . ." He muttered with a soft smile. "I'm really sorry, baby. Thank you for staying with me. . . Jake says thank you as well."

"I will never try to leave again."

Marc smiled widely more as his hands gripped your hips watching the water pour over your shoulders. "Good because you're my world and I would kill the world for you. Don't ever try to leave again because you're my love as well. And I can't imagine a world without you." Marc pressed his forehead against yours as he brushed away wet strands of hair off your face. "I love you, Ms. Spector. . . And Ms. Grant. . .and Ms. Lockley."

"I love you too, Mr. Spector, Grant and Lockley."

There was silence for a moment. "Can you take me out for patrol?"

"No."

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abbadonandhisparadise · 6 days

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Realizin’ Au Cato Catacombs Lore

@realizinau get ready for some lore. > :>

THIS JUST APPLIES TO THIS AU

Cato got an easy life in the Realizin’ AU even if she doesn't remember who she was before, despise this not everything is as it seen Cato will bottle up her emotions if she needs to cry or scream, she will do it where nobody can hear or see her.

She is still kind of a suck up with the scientist but is not afraid to use her gas against them if an employ goes missing there a possibility that Cato ‘deal’ with them, Cato take her role of Big Sister extreme serious something her love will get annoying even suffocating but she really cares about them and their well-being more that her own.

The Wisteria Gas

The blue wisteria gas was created as a less potent Poppy gas made to for the children to feel relax during the medical exams and in large doses it works as anesthesia.

How is this extract? Easy!

The experiment is carried out to a special chamber and scientists place three specialized needles on the subject's back that suck the gas until the necessary amount is obtained. Gas can be stored in tanks "unfortunately" no, it must always be fresh, as they say: "The best batch is always fresh from the source"

Staff Reports

Cato and Candy Cat

Experiment ████ and ████ have begun to form a strange bond. Observations implied a greater bond with ████ than with the Critters, and measurements were taken and ████'s mobility along with its larynx was eliminated.

████ believes that ████ has abandoned them, the staff has returned the now motionless ████ to ████ as a 'gift', their bond has been successfully broken, ████ suspects nothing.

Overwork

Experiment ████ has been subjected to hard labor for the past few months as punishment for disobedience, ████ is handling it with difficulty, but they should get used to it in time since they are old enough to know the consequences of going against staff rules.

After more weeks of observation and some bribery from the staff, ████ has started working with fewer challenges, but their attitude hasn't changed much. The superiors ask us to make ████ an example for other toys in disobedience.

Changes in behavior

After ████'s isolation for more than a week, their behavior has changed drastically, superiors praise the change, this will be considered for the future.

████'s first instinct was to run into 1222's arms for comfort, even if 1222 wasn't even close, we fear that ████ is creating another bond with the other experiments and not the other critters like they should, we are trying to bring 1188 closer and ████ without success.

A month ago, ████ were missing, 1188 reported that they had "fallen" through a hole in the ground, when the other critters where asked they refused to answer. We suspect that 1188 did something to ████ but we have no evidence other than that the two experiments have a strange relationship.

Experiment #1006 came to us this morning holding ████ in their claws, The doctor explains 1006 took care of ████ while missing in the darkest part of the factory.

The higher ups have put Harley Sawyer in charge of the next experiments.

Project re-introduction

Experiment #1188

Tag: Playcare.

After the last incident within Home Sweet Home between Experiment 1188 and ████ and even having to involve Experiment #1006 we are to take drastic measures.

Notes

- ████ has been keep away from Home sweet Home, 1188 haven't shown any worry yet.

- Three week have passed the critters are starting to ask updates about ████.

- 1188 is showing sign of distress, the other have started to beg for 1188 to act and look for ████.

- Anguish has filled 1188's mind, ████ will be return to Home sweet Home late night.

Analysis We have found fear is the best way to make the experiments bond, as 1188 and ████ relation has better itself but of course this is not without its consequences, in the end Project re-introduction serve its purpose.

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sleepy-gee · 1 month

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🦋 desolation - avox!coryo au - snowjanus week day 2

🦋 day 2: canon divergence 🦋 “All snow melts under heat, dear boy. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Now, hold still..”

🦋 trigger warnings/tags: gore, blood, dark fic, mutilation, starvation, dehumanization.. the whole nine. dunno what you'd call it but coryo is put into a market system and sold so warning for that too. vomiting.

🦋 a/n: this is for you, avox!coryo nation

“Tell me, Mr. Snow.” Dr. Gaul hummed, running a gloved finger along the edge of her blade. Coriolanus’ mouth went dry. Any second now, that blade would silence him for eternity. “Was it worth it? Your little plan to save your songbird?”

Coriolanus didn’t answer yet, dropping his gaze to the marble floor of her lab. Highbottom’s taunts echoed in his head on repeat like a scratched record– “You hear that, boy? It’s the sound of snow falling..” He couldn’t have failed. Snow’s don’t fall. They pull through. Always have and always will. He bit his tongue to hold back some of the tears that threatened to slip. Don’t cry. Don’t fucking cry.

“I urge you to speak now, young man.” Dr. Gaul took a step towards him. “I fear you won’t have the chance to again for a very, very long time.”

“.. What do you want me to say?” He croaked. “Do you want me to beg? To plead for your forgiveness and mercy?” Coriolanus glanced up at her, gaze as venomous as the snakes she loved to toy with.

“If you did, I fear you’d make a fool of yourself.” She grabbed his chin harshly. “You knew the consequences and yet you still cheated. All for some girl you barely knew.”

“She wouldn’t have stood a chance if I didn’t..” Coriolanus stuttered, trying to pull away from her grasp. “It’s not right.”

“Oh, don’t tell me you’ve had a change of heart now. It’s much too late for that, Mr. Snow… You say you won’t beg for mercy, but in a way, you are. A convict on trial, saying whatever he can to get himself out of the death penalty.” Dr. Gaul laughed, a horrid sound. “Predator turned prey.. Isn’t that funny? You climbed your way to the top of the food chain, only to get forced back down to the bottom of it.”

The tears in his eyes finally gave away. The taste of iron filled his mouth, no doubt from the abuse of his poor tongue. Sick as it was, he relished in it. Relished in feeling the weight of it in his mouth, every little thing he could taste in there. Death would’ve been better than this, he thought. But weren’t they the same thing? He’d be reduced to nothing. A hollow shell unable to speak or express himself. Trapped in silence forever. The fear he felt made it nearly impossible to breathe, too.

“Aw..” She wiped one of his tears away. Coriolanus pulled back like he had burned her. “All snow melts under heat, dear boy. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Now, hold still..”

...

A cruel memory, one he tried to block out. Filled with panic and broken screams. Blood pouring out of his mouth onto his lap, a waterfall of consequence settling into a pool on the ground beneath him. He tried and tried to plead for help, begging for her to stop, but she never would. Sadism used to taste so sweet, Now it was cold and bitter. Served cold just like her revenge, she said. Revenge for what, he wanted to ask. For ruining her games? For giving her the show she wanted?

Was it all a mistake?

The Dean’s confrontation was playing on repeat in his head. If he had said something different, done something else..

“President Ravenstill has left your form of punishment up to me. I talked amongst my fellow colleagues and we believed that being sent to the districts as an anonymous, peacekeeping grunt might’ve been suitable.. But then an Avox walked in.. and I had another one of my brilliant ideas. I thought, if he’s anything like his father– Which he is– Then having him go to the districts would be just as bad as having him walk free.”

“Still..” He stammered. “Don’t you think that’s too far?”

“Like I said, anyone caught cheating will simply have no future at all. You made your bed, Coriolanus. Time to lie in it.. I think a good night's rest will do you some good. It’s the last you’ll be having for a while.”

Then, he was sent home to spread the news to his family. But the second he got home and saw the hopeful looks in his family’s eyes, the words got stuck in his throat, and all he could do was sob. They sent a van to take him to Dr. Gaul’s office before the sun was even up the next morning, leaving him with little to no time to say goodbye or get things in order. Somehow, he’d managed to fit in a little nap on the way there– It’s not like he could do anything.

His last (coherent) words, officially, were “Don’t fucking touch me-!”. At least that made him sound stronger than he actually words. He’d never live it down if he spent his last moments with the ability to speak sobbing and pleading.

After the ordeal, they left him for around ten minutes– Alone, bleeding out, but God did it feel like eternity. When they did return, they loosely patched him up and left him alone again. Coriolanus spent most of his ‘recovery’ period sleeping.. Because what else was there to do? When he wasn’t sleeping, he was staring at his mangled reflection in the little mirror one of Gaul’s assistants had left.

A week later, they tossed him out into the market. Coriolanus wasn't aware the Avox market could be so bustling, but it was.. And, God, was it miserable. Chained and pulled around like a circus animal, put on display.

The things people said made him sick.

"You sure are a pretty one.. But I'm afraid I'm out of room."

"Why is he marked up so high? I know he's a Snow, but geez.. 5k for an Avox is too much."

They talked about him like he was a fucking dog. A dog. He was a Snow, for fucks sake. A Snow! Scratch that, a real person. A person with emotions, thoughts, feelings..

He was sick to his stomach. This was the government he had advocated for?

...

Coriolanus stayed on the market for about a week or so (he couldn't tell. Time was a fucking blur) until someone finally decided to "buy" him. He was loaded into the back of another van and dumped into another basement.

This.. Is my new forever, I guess.

...

He'd fallen asleep again. What else was there to do? He was told he had two weeks to recover before they'd put him to work. At least they had a little humanity. He was the only Avox in the house too, apparently, so he knew he'd be overworked.

Oh well. Nothing I can do now.

Coriolanus was attempting to fall asleep for the millionth time when the door to his room opened, and a stream of light came pouring in..

Followed by a voice he thought he'd never hear again.

"Hey, Coryo. I brought you some soup.."

Sejanus fucking Plinth.

Coriolanus sits up quickly, blinking away the tears. The Plinths are the ones that bought him?!

"Take it easy.." Sejanus sat next to him, holding a glass bowl filled with delicious smelling soup in his hands. "I know you're probably confused.. And scared. I wouldn't blame you."

What the fuck am I supposed to do? Coriolanus wanted to say. He felt his mouth move out of habit. But there was no tongue to move.

"We, uh.. Caught word of what happened. So I begged my parents to buy you.. I think it made my Pa happy, letting him spend some of his money on me." Sejanus stirred the soup with a spoon. "I couldn't risk anything happening to you."

Coriolanus gave him a small hum of acknowledgement. Great. He's going to live out the rest of his days as a servant to the Plinth family? District scum? Ugh.

"Pa put me in charge of taking care of you, so.. We'll be spending a lot of time together, eh?" Sejanus tried to cheer him up with a smile. Stupid boy. The smile faded. "I.. Got you some soup? I dunno how well you can handle food right now, but I didn't want you to go hungry.. You look like you need it."

Sejanus held up the spoon to him like he was a toddler. This is what I've been reduced to. Hesitantly, he opened his mouth and let the soup pass. The vibrant taste he was expecting- Courtesy of Ma Plinth- was let down by the taste of nothing. That's odd. Ma's creations are normally delicious–

... Oh.

Another thing. He'd never taste again.

Coriolanus swallowed the soup awkwardly, grimacing. It hurt, but it was better than nothing.

"There you go.." Sejanus hummed, continuing to feed him. "I'll get you as good as new in no time.."

He finished the bowl rather quickly, finding himself disappointed when Sejanus set it to the side. Shouldn't there be more? He's barely had anything in weeks. Refeeding syndrome is a very real thing, but he's gone off of less for longer and eaten more right after.

Sejanus placed a hand on his shoulder. "You're safe now. You're troubles are over, Coryo. I'm gonna make sure of that."

Coriolanus glared at him. You're wrong. They've just begun.

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Lost and Found

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pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 2.4k

summary: in the follow up to lose you to love me, you and Harry reconnected a month ago, and he insisted you come along for the final show. when your emotions start to get the better of you, you wonder if you and Harry could ever really just be friends.

warnings: a couple of curse words, but other than that, it's tame.

a/n: i had a couple of people ask for a follow up to lose you to love me, so here it is. i have a couple of ideas to possibly continue this story, so if you'd like to see more of these two, let me know!

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“... I couldn’t have done it without you, thank you. For loving me in the way that you have, thank you so much. Thank you.”

Your watering eyes were locked on Harry’s as he professed his gratitude for his friends and family. It was the final night of Love on Tour, and despite the fact that you had only reconnected just over a month ago, he insisted that you be there. He wanted you to be a part of this moment.

“Pleeeeeaaaasssseee,” Harry begged from the other end of the phone.

You chuckled at his desperation. “I don’t want to be in the way, you’re going to have so much going on, so many people there.”

“Yeah, but you’re the only one I want there.” You sat in a knowing silence. “Okay, maybe not the only one. But definitely top five… maybe three.”

You chuckle into the phone. “Alright, fine. I’ll come.” You groan.

“That’s the enthusiasm I like to hear!” He joked. “But seriously, it’ll mean a lot to have you there. And I had another thought, if you want to…”

“Oh god,” you braced yourself.

“No, it’s not bad, I don’t think it is at least. After the show, I’m staying in Italy for a bit. The family’s going to be there for a few days, a bunch of my friends. Do you think maybe you’d like to come along?” He asked hopefully.

You thought to yourself for a moment, he hadn’t been back in your life for long, but he had been determined to show you the new Harry. The Harry that valued you, and wanted to make you a priority. You wanted to show that same effort for him. “Sure, I haven’t been on a good holiday in ages.”

“Oh, this isn’t just going to be a good holiday Y/N. It’s going to be an amazing one!”

You were pulled back into the moment when an arm wrapped around your shoulder. You looked to your left to see Gemma, who was also tearing up, pulling you close. You chuckled, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her into a hug, your emotions starting to get the better of you as a few tears began to fall.

Sure, the tears were about the show, about Harry living his dream on a level neither of you could have predicted. The energy at that show was like nothing you’d ever experienced; over one hundred thousand people were there screaming, crying and singing along to Harry’s words. People who had been a part of his journey from day one all around, crying, laughing, dancing, celebrating. But more than that, the tears were also about lost time. All those years you spent apart, all the milestones he’d hit without you. You didn’t feel like you deserved to be there.

The people surrounding you in the VIP area had been with him this whole time, celebrating his wins, comforting him in his losses, but you weren’t. You were so happy to be back in Harry’s life, and as great as it was to fall back into old jokes and stories, there was a sadness that came with it. You would think about all the jokes you would have had, the things you would have experienced together, and even though you know you’d made the right decision all those years ago, you couldn’t help but feel like it was your fault.

“H?” You say softly, nervous to ask the question, but your curiosity was getting the best of you.

“Hmm?” He hummed softly on the other end of the phone.

Ever since you and Harry reconnected, you were talking regularly. He would text you throughout the day, and make it a point to call you after he got offstage. Those phone calls would run up to, and sometimes well over an hour, Harry telling you all about his performance, and the fans, and then asking you about your day.

Having him back in your life so much, so quickly was starting to play mind games with you. You loved it, you were so glad to be talking to him again, but you couldn’t help the what ifs that crossed your mind. And late into one of your post-show phone calls, your intrusive thoughts won, and you decided to ask the one question that seemed to be popping up in your mind the most.

“Do you ever… I mean have you ever thought about what life would be like, what we would be up to if we had stayed together?” You were glad he couldn’t see you, you winced at your own question, your face turning bright red. When he didn’t immediately answer, you panicked. “Nevermind, forget I asked that. I shouldn–”

“No no,” Harry interrupted you. “It’s okay. I do think about it, actually,”

“You do?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled at your disbelief. “We would definitely be married, we would have been a while ago. Probably a couple of little ones running around.” He sighed at the thought. “A little girl that looks just like you.”

“And a little boy that looks just like you,” you finished his thought. It was the future the two of you had always dreamed about. “The three of us following you around the world in our family tour bus.” You say wistfully.

“I think about that a lot,” he says. “Whenever I see a family out and about, or if there’s a parent in the crowd, holding up their little one with those big earphones on, I think about how that could have been you with little Harry junior, or Harriet.”

“Oh god,” you groan at the names that he has chosen for your hypothetical children. “Maybe it’s for the best if that’s what you would have named them.”

Harry laughs at your reaction, but quickly goes serious again. “I still want that someday.”

“You’ll get it,” you assure him. “You’re only twenty nine, you have time.”

I want it with you. He thinks to himself. “Thanks.” Was what he actually said.

He meant what he said when he told you he just wanted you two to get to know each other now, but he definitely meant it with the hopes that you could find yourselves back in that place. He wasn’t going to be the one to make the first move though. The last thing he wanted to do was to scare you away, if the only way to have you in his life was as your friend, then he would take it. He couldn’t go through losing you again.

You watch the stage curiously. The last song had been played and everyone had run off stage, but the crew was now setting up a piano. “What’s going on?” You ask Gemma.

“You know my brother,” she shrugged. “Probably something dramatic.”

You laugh and nod in agreement, but before you can respond, Harry reimerges. He goes on to sit at the piano and play a ten minute instrumental. The crowd was so silent that you could hear a pin drop, you’d never seen anything like it in your life. Your tears were flowing freely as you watched the sight before you. There were so many emotions running through your body that you could barely breathe, but you wouldn’t trade being there for anything else in the world.

Once Harry had finally left the stage, you walk with the group to the backstage area. The room you were waiting in was abuzz, everyone raving about what they had just seen, the room filling with love and pride for Harry.

When he finally entered, the cheers and shouts that erupted were overwhelming, causing you to jump slightly. As everyone was rushing to greet and congratulate him, you slipped to the back of the room. Everyone there had earned their place by his side, you didn’t want to take time away from the people who had truly supported him on this journey.

As you grabbed a bottle of water, you could hear Harry’s voice. “Where’s Y/N?”

You snapped your head around to see him searching the room. A wide grin spread across his face when he locked eyes with you, and he immediately rushed to your side.

“Harry…” you say, unable to put into words everything that you were feeling.

“Thanks, angel.” He said, pulling you into a warm embrace. Even after all this time he was still able to read you, know exactly what was going through your head without you having to say a word.

He held you close for a few moments, you relished in the feeling of being in his arms, pressed against his bare chest. Your emotions began to get the better of you once again, and more tears began to fall.

“Hey,” Harry said gently, pulling back to look you in the eyes. “What’s with the tears? This is a happy moment.”

You nod, trying to collect yourself. “I know, I’m just…” your breath hitched as you tried to compose yourself. Harry ran his hands up and down your arms to soothe you. “I’m just so damn proud of you, H.” There was more you wanted to say, so much more, but this wasn’t the time.

Harry looked down at you, a warm smile plastered across his face. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get a word out…

“Harold!” You both look over to the other side of the room where James Corden is signaling for him to come over.

“You’d better head over there.” As much as you wanted more time with him, you were thankful for the interruption. Afraid of what you might end up saying.

He nodded, a hint of disappointment on his face. “You’re coming to the after party, right?” You nod in affirmation. “Great, I’ll see you there.” He squeezes your arm gently before running off.

The after party was a hive of excitement, everyone still on a high from the show. You did your best to be social with those around you, but it was overwhelming. You had seen Harry around, but kept your distance, not wanting him to feel as though he had to entertain you. This was his night, he’d find you if he wanted to.

Feeling overstimulated by the loud music and the crowds, you stepped outside for some fresh air. As you stood in front of the restaurant that had been rented out for the occasion, you contemplated just leaving and going back to the hotel. Harry wouldn’t even notice that you were gone.

“There you are!” Harry’s voice startled you out of your thoughts. You turned to him, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. “Hey, you weren’t planning on sneaking out without spending time with the guest of honor, were you?”

Damnit. He still knew you better than anyone. “I would never,” you brush off his accusation with a coy smile. “Not like you would have noticed, you’ve got a whole bar full of people in there just for you.”

“Yet you’re the person I’ve been looking for all night.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you to his side. “Y/N, I am so happy you’re here.”

“Me too, H. Thank you for including me, you didn’t have to.”

“Of course I did,” he looked at you curiously. “All that stuff I said up there tonight, thanking my friends and family, you were included in that Y/N. I owe a big part of this to you.”

You scoffed, stepping out of his grasp. “I haven’t been here though, I left. All those people in there, they’re the ones that got you here.”

“Are you kidding me?” He asked completely seriously. “FIrst of all, you were completely justified to leave. I don’t hold that against you at all. Second of all,” he turned, putting his hands on your shoulders and turning you so that you were facing him. “You supported me before any of this. I wouldn’t have gotten here if you hadn’t believed me when we were kids.

“I’ve told you already, every achievement I’ve had in my career, you were the first person I wanted to share it with. I will never be able to truly express how much you and your support have meant to me. Always. Whether we were in each other’s lives or not. And to have you back? To have heard your beautiful voice every day for the last thirty five days? It’s the greatest feeling in the world, better than all of this.”

Your eyes are filled to the brim with tears, your heart racing. Before you can stop yourself, you surge forward, crashing your lips against his. You feel him tense at first, but he quickly melts into you, one hand on your hip, the other running through your hair. You pour everything into the kiss, everything you’ve been feeling, not just over the last month, but in the eleven years without him.

When you finally pull apart for air you search his eyes, trying to read how he’s feeling. His chest is heaving, he’s watching you with an overwhelming expression of adoration.

“I love you Harry,” you watch his eyes widen at your confession. “I always have, I never stopped. No matter how much I may have wanted to, how hard I tried to forget you, it was always you.”

A tear rolls down Harry’s cheek, and you panic slightly. He sees the worry in your face and immediately cups it in his hands. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve hoped and prayed that I would hear you say those words to me.” He brushes his thumbs across your cheeks, wiping away the tears that have fallen. “Say it again.”

“I love you,” you croak out, your emotions making it hard to speak. He pulls you in, kissing you again.

“I love you too,” he whispers against your lips. “Always have, always will.”

“So…” you hum. “Are we still doing the just friends thing?”

He lets out a tearful chuckle. “We’ve never been just friends. You’ve always had my heart.”

“Me too.”

He places one more lingering kiss on your lips before taking your hand in his, interlacing your fingers. “C’mon, let’s go back to the hotel.” He begins leading you away from the restaurant.

“But Harry, it’s your party. You can’t just leave!” You tug on his arm, trying to get him to stop.

“Don’t care,” He stops, pulling you into his chest. “There’s only one thing I want to celebrate right now, and only one person I want to celebrate it with.” He pulls you in for another kiss, this one slower than the previous ones. He knew that he had all the time in the world, you were his again, and you always would be.

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The Eden Club-Deleted Scene

So remember when I said the plot of The Eden Club changed 12 times?

Well it did, haha and I had to delete whole scenes I don't think will end up back in the story. So I decided y'all get the deleted scenes just for following me :3 here's one of them 😈

Tags: Convin, sex worker Connor post revolution, enemies to lovers to friends, bdsm elements, Dom Connor, Sub Gavin

The Eden Club-Convin deleted scene

“Please sir…” Gavin begs, he’s been on edge for hours, and his cock aches under the hard toe of Connor’s shoe.

“No,” the android growls, and Gavin whines knowing it means he has to wait longer until he can get what he wants.

“No?” he repeats, begging for guidance, “Please- Sir, tell me, tell me what you want…”

“Don't call me that.”

Gavin feels like he's losing his mind. His core is throbbing, begging, screaming for release. He hasn't been broken like this in so long his body has been crying out for it. And he’s close, so close, to getting it, he’s just not there yet. But he wants to be, he wants more than anything to be good. To follow instructions and be rewarded for it. He takes an unsteady breath, keeping his head lowered as he asks,

“What do you want me to call you?”

Connor presses the rubbered end of the flogger under Gavin’s chin, helping him look up slowly until their eyes met. Gavin is frozen there, held in place by piercing, ordering eyes. His cock throbs again underfoot.

“I want you to call me by my name.”

Gavin’s shoulders lower and he shudders, eyes slamming closed in submission as pleasure plummets through his body and his cock twitches hard under rough plastic.

“Connor please, please, let me cum.”

Connor hums, pleased in his throat and Gavin feels a tension in his chest he didn't know he was holding loosen.

Connor was proud, he did good.

“You don't deserve it,” Connor teases, but his voice is light when he says it.

Gavin agrees.

“I know.”

“Are you sorry?” He asks, and Gavin’s never been more sorry for anything in his entire life.

“Sorry it doesn't fix it…” he says, because sorry hasn’t ever fixed anything for him. Not really.

“It does for me, so i'd appreciate it if you changed your attitude. If you want to cum still that is. If you’ve changed your mind though-”

“NO!” Gavin’s eyes snap up to meet Connor’s, searching his for something, some hint he was lying, just waiting for the moment for Gavin to show his belly before he struck. But Gavin didn't find any of that there. Instead he found what might even be the stupid fucking android equivalent of a soul in those suddenly innocent looking eyes.

Tears are blurring his vision before he can look another moment, and the words are spilling out of his mouth on instinct. “Connor, I'm so phcking sorry.”

He watches how the comment effects the android, how it bleeds into every circuit and brings a stupidly pleased smile to his face that is 100% Connor and not the killing machine Cyberlife intended him to be.

“Thank you Gavin. I'm going to let you cum now, do you know why?”

He looks back at the android with watery eyes,

“No, actually... You just said I don't deserve it…”

“You didn’t, originally. But I’ve changed my mind based on your good behavior. So answer me, sweetheart, why am I going to let you cum?”

The soft pet name after such a long, degrading, painful session has his emotions welling up at the surface and spilling over. He knows he's going to need a good fucking cry after this. Like a break down and ugly cry kind of cry. The android has somehow managed to tap into a space Gavin didn't even know he was letting him access until now.

“I don’t know…”

“Yes you do baby.”

Connor’s hand replaces the flogger under his chin and Gavin sniffles.

“Because you are merciful?”

Connor smiles, pride radiating out of every synthetic pore.

“Yes, I am. And why is that Gavin?”

Breath hitches, tears streaming, hips aching against Connors shoe. He doesn’t know. He doesn't want to be wrong…

“Because I am proud of you.” Connor finishes before finally, finally removing his foot. The sound that tears its way free of Gavin’s throat is nothing short of feral. His orgasm takes over his entire body, his hips hump automatically into frictionless air, chasing pleasure as it shoots out his tip and coats his chest, neck, stomach, cock, and the floor.

Connor could watch this on repeat forever, it invoked the same low burning stimulation that watching his first porn star did so many weeks ago. Gavin is completely overwhelmed with pleasure, an experience that seems rare in humans. He’s absolutely breathtaking to behold. He his body stops twitching, he tells Gavin that.

“Shut the fuck up,” Gavin pants, chest still panting through the after shocks.

“What was that babe?” Connor teased, with just a hint of his previous Dom tone that he’s now learning Gavin responds to after sex as well.

“I’m not beautiful.” he mutters, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

“You are, And you can't see what I’m seeing so you don't speak for me. You’re absolutely gorgeous. I wish I could preserve the moment of your climax forever.”

Gavin’s face flushes bright red.

“Can’t you already do that?”

“Yes.”

Gavin rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you Gavin.”

Yes he would, everyone always lies to you. No one wants you anymore Gavin. Why do you think you’re here?

Gavin shakes his head before the bad thoughts can get their hooks into his frontal lobe.

“What the hell are you even talking about, yes you would, you have! And besides you don't need to blow smoke up my ass, we both already got off.”

“I’m not blowing smoke up your ass, I was simply attempting to transition into aftercare.”

That makes Gavin laugh.

“Aftercare? What did Kamski make you read 50 Shades Of Grey?”

Connor took a minute to respond as he was probably googling what 50 shades of grey was, Gavin used the time to begin to locate his clothes. Oh, well after he got the feeling in his legs back.

“No, I don't believe 50 shades of grey does a good enough job of describing BDSM elements and relationships as a whole. Nor does it show healthy examples of consent. While there are ‘contracts and labels’ in common, you are free to leave at any point. I would even give you your money back if you wanted. If you’re not enjoying something, I would expect you to tell me, and the same applies to me.”

Gavin turns around and looks at Connor. Really looks at him. For a long fucking time.

“Who the phck are you?”

Connor smirks.

“Detective Reed, My name is Connor, I’m an RK800 android prototype attempting to pass for human. How am I doing?”

“Frighteningly well.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Perhaps I can I get you that coffee now?”

“T-The coffee from 10 months ago??”

“11 months, two weeks, and 5 days. But, yes Detective, that one” Connor sasses.

Gavin hates the visible shiver it causes him.

“Fine, phck it, sure, there a phcking food menu too?”

“Actually, yes.”

“Shit, this place really did get better…”

Connor is quiet for half a beat, before asking,

“So you have been here before?”

“What? Yeah, of course I’ve been here, I'm human aren’t I?”

Connor pulls up the menu screen and adds Gavin’s coffee before opening the folder for food.

“The first time you came here, and stayed with me, specifically, I asked you if you’ve had sex with an android, you said no.”

Gavin ignores him for the menu, which was over 30 pages long. What did they merge with Cheesecake factory?

“That wasn’t the question you asked.”

“Why are you deflecting Detective?”

Gavin’s eyes glance up from the menu screen, eyes narrowing suspiciously. He felt like he was being interrogated, but lightly? Almost like he was being teased, but also the man was genuinely curious. Fine, time to see how good his skills were.

“I’m not deleflecting, it's not the same question!” He chuckles, adding a cheeseburger with all of the fixings, fries, and a chocolate milkshake.

Connor eyes the total calorie count worryingly before deciding to just allow it.

“So, you haven’t had sex with an android?”

“Nope, just you. Lap dances don't count as sex.”

Connor flushes all the way up to his artificial hairline.

“Oh. I see,” Connor chuckles, understanding the loophole now.

“You're more than that, by the way.”

Connor looks at Gavin perplexed, attempting to understand what he could be referring to.

“More than what?”

“Just an android. I mean, I don't think you shutting down on me would have freaked me out as much as it did, if I, didn’t believe I killed something. That there was something in there to kill. I know I’m an ass, but I’m not stupid. t’s not beyond my belief that technology finally got smart enough to create a perfect, indistinguishable, soulless mimic. But that's not what you are.”

Gavin can feel Connor's eyes on him, burning through his skin all the way down to his nerves. Not actually, but when he felt already scrubbed raw, Connor might as well have heat vision. He continues talking to distract from it.

“Before the revolution, before, all of you woke up, or whatever, the androids, here especially, were different. Way different than you, and I felt that way before you deviated. You’ve always had, I don't know, something in there. Something deviant. I mean, you mouthed off to me on your first day! I’ve never had an android talk back to me, freaked me the phck out. Thought I was actually gonna get shot in the break room.”

Connor laughs at that.

“I wouldn't have shot you. I didn't have a gun.”

Gavin finally shot him a look, and Connor’s stupid, pleased as shit fucking smile made his heart clench. Goddamn post sex hormones. Always turned him into a sap.

“The new you is still a lot like the old you. Sassy and cocky as shit. But I can also clearly see Anderson’s bad influences mixed in there too.”

“Mm, yes, I have grown fond of the word ‘fuck,’ and sex.”

Gavin snorts.

“Yeah babe, I know.”

There was something else Gavin needs to say, and if he doesn't do it now, it might stay inside for another year. After everything Connor’s done for him, he deserves to know. “Hey, Connor?”

When Connor’s huge expressive eyes are on him his heart clenches. He needs to push through this. Connor’s worth it. “I was wrong. Before. You are alive, and I was pretty phcking stupid to think otherwise. So, I’m sorry about that. About how I treated you. All of it. Really.”

When Connor doesn’t immediately say anything, Gavin instantly worries he fucked up, again. Despite trying to do everything right. When he takes a closer look, he realizes he’s just been shocked silent. His mouth actually drops open after the out of character apology. At least until Gavin glares at it. He didn't like feeling mocked.

Connor snaps his lips closed and his cheeks flushed pink. Connor was obviously thinking several things at once trying to figure out which is the right to ask first. It was making Gavin edgy to wait.

“Will you just ask me whatever you’re frying your breadboard over-analyzing?”

Connor’s face scrunches together adorably, and Gavin hates how stupid hooked he was on Connor already.

“Would, you consider dating me? Officially?”

Gavin obviously didn't expect that question because now his mouth drops open. Unfortunately for him that freed his tongue, which answers without his brain or hearts consent.

“You, want to date me? Like more than just hook up?”

Connor nods immediately, pink still dusting his cheeks.

It wasn't a good sign that he actually missed the blue right? That feels like a four-letter-word red flag warning.

“Yes, and that's not my social relationships program speaking. I swear.”

Gavin looks at Connor for a moment before saying,

“Yeah, I believe you.”

Connor closes the distance within a fraction of a second but once he was just a breath away, he took his time, looking Gavin in the eye and making his heart sputter and choke weakly like a winter-frozen engine.

“You mean it,” Connor says finally, and Gavin bites his tongue before it can answer on reflex again.

Instead he nods, and then Connor’s lips are on his, hard and bruising in a way that took his breath away. He hasn’t felt this plummeted by a kiss since his first kiss with Hank in 2029. He hates what this means for him, but he can’t get himself to pull away.

Connor kisses differently than Hank, differently than random hook ups he meets at bars, than most people Gavin’s been with because Connor’s curious, genuine, and deliberate. Probably taking fucking notes in that big brain of his, studying him, studying how his body responds to each press and brush of lips. No one’s ever bothered to pay this much attention to him before and Gavin’s overwhelmed by how it makes him feel. Connor tastes like clean silicone, but he feels so much softer than that. Different enough from human skin for him to notice but not enough for him to want to stop.

They are startled apart by Gavin’s arrival of food and the older man actually growls out his disappointment. It causes the sweetest chuckle out of Connor.

“We can always kiss after. We can stay in here as long as you want.”

“Yeah, like I can afford to spend more than I’ve already spent here this week,” Gavin scoffs playfully, but in reality he was hiding his profuse disappointment.

“I’m sorry for the ambiguity, I meant on the house. I take breaks between clients all the time.”

“Whoa, what? Seriously?”

Connor nods before pointing to his rapidly cooling meal.

“Eat your food, and then you can ask me more questions.”

Gavin flushes, temporarily forgetting about his food for the conversation but now suddenly starving.

After he ate three bites Connor continues. “I make my own schedule, Elijah doesn't take a cut of my tips. I can work the floor or in here whenever I want.”

“Sounds too good to be true, sure he's not playing you?”

Connor shrugs.

“Not entirely, but so far he’s kept things professional, more or less.”

Gavin didn't like the way that statement made his skin feel. Or the way the name struck a familiar, unwelcome cord in both his heart, and his gut.

“What's more or less?” He didn't really want to press, but he felt a duty to Connor, Hank, and his job to push.

Connor appreciates his concern.

“Everything has been mutually consensual Detective, he’s running a clean operation, in legal terms at least. Though I doubt this place would pass a health inspection.”

Gavin unfortunatly agreed with that statement.

“Alright, well, good. You make sure to let us know if that changes. Hate to learn our ‘isolated incident’ was a pattern in front of our faces all along.”

“I’m very lucky to have two strong officers to protect me.”

Gavin barks his laughter, but it sounds genuine and not forced.

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