#how i yearn for them to be putty in my hands...

[spaciebabie]

What would happen if I tried to jork ur springtraps weird purple heart?

i wanted to answer this with text + art but art is gonna take me awhile so here's a text based answer (and ill come back with drawings later)!

his heart is what powers him, its fueled by remnant, agony, and his willpower to "always come back" as it were. if you were to touch it all of those three things would start to umm inject themselves into you (as well as leak everywhere)! if you touch it for long enough you'll end up being "posessed" by him as it were. a mindless drone that will do what he says until the stuff injected into you is filtered out of your system. you'll feel nauseus + disoriented afterwards, and he wont really enjoy having it touched either b/c...well...you're touching the thing that keeps him alive! its so sensitive that if you poke it he'll just start spewing that purple stuff everywhere lol ("defense mechanism perhaps? how curious." <- his words not mine).

if the purple stuff touches metal its likely that if there's a soul in that area, the soul will be sucked in and bound to that metal (similar to how the combination of remnant agony and willpower bound springtrap to his suit). if a disembodied soul touches his heart for long enough they become fully posessed and are unable to be unposessed.

i do think he'd experiement with his heart but he can touch it to a reasonable degree and not feel anything (think of how you cant tickle yourself but you can other people). all of that is to say Nothing Pleasurable for either party LOL

[nottsangel]

love island!theo desperately craved some privacy with you, which was nearly impossible with the cameras rolling at all times. that’s why he decided to drag you out of the villa in the middle of the night for some alone time in the pool.

“so… why couldn’t you just fuck me in the bed?” you giggle, your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs secured around his waist as he holds you up against the pool’s edge. his fingers eagerly tug at your bikini strings underwater, and you can tell he’s growing impatient, his hard erection firmly pressed against your throbbing cunt.

“because there’s no night vision in these cameras here.” he explains in a low tone, a sly smirk tugging at his lips as subtly nods at the cameras pointed right at you. curiously, you glance around, suddenly hyper-aware of them, but you trust him—and quickly forget about the cameras as desire fully consumes you.

you feel his hand creeping towards your dripping core, fingers tantalisingly teasing you over the fabric of your bikini bottoms, drawing a soft, needy whimper from your parted lips as your brows furrow. his other hand possessively squeezes your ass, enjoying how you respond to his touch as he gazes down at you with an amused, cocky expression on his face, knowing exactly how to turn you into putty in his arms.

“don’t want anyone seeing you when i fuck you— not even the other islanders.” he adds, his thumb now gently rubbing circles on your swollen clit, the ache between your legs only growing stronger. the hunger and desire are evident in theo’s stunning blue eyes, illuminated by the moonlight as they linger on your lips, his head slightly tilted.

“possessive much, huh?” you tease, eyeing him with that seductive gaze he can’t ever resist. this side of him—raw, possessive, dominant—turns you on more than you’d like to admit, your breathing becoming rapid and uneven and your hips eagerly grinding against him, earning a low, needy groan from him.

“mhm, ‘course i am. don’t want anyone hearing those pretty moans.” he growls against your neck, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline as his hand dips inside your bikini bottoms, a soft moan escaping you. his digits tease your soaked entrance, your cunt fluttering around emptiness as your arousal builds with each second, desperate to feel him deep inside you.

“and that face you make when you cum?” he whispers right into your ear, his hot breath against your skin sending a shiver down your spine. “that’s for me and me only.” your manicured nails press into the skin of his shoulders in desperation and yearning, your body silently pleading for more— signaling that you need him. now.

“theo… please—”

“so needy, hm? i got you, baby. i’ll fuck you so good, you won’t even think about coupling up with another man after i’m done with you. you’re my girl and i’ll make sure to keep it that way.”

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[awakebutstillinbedd]

mark grayson x semibratfem!reader

cw: smut, rough sex, teasing, unprotected p in v

a/n: again, might be a little ooc but if you’d wanna get taught a lesson by mark too right? not proofread, enjoy <3

“are you gonna ignore me all day because we missed the meet and greet?”

you absolutely were gonna ignore him because he made you miss the meet and greet. you sat on the couch, legs and arms crossed with your brows scrunched not paying attention to anything he was saying to you.

“come on pretty girl. you can’t stay mad at me forever, you know there was an insect attacking phoenix.”

getting on his knees in front of you, resting his head on your knee. mark looked up at you with his sweet puppy-like eyes. he apologized multiple times to you but he didn’t mean it. he knew you weren’t gonna be mad at him forever. you even struggled not to fold right there, his eyes were one of your favorite things about him. even if that was the case, your eyes looked all around but failing to even land on him.

at this point he was beginning to get sick of your behavior, every time you did this he knew he just had to fuck the attitude right out of you. the viltrumite strength never went to waste, you liked how rough he was with you.

mark sighed as he stood up, clenching his jaw and biting the inside of his cheek. hands on his hips, his eyebrows scrunched as he looked at you with frustration. you knew what was about to happen.

“that’s how it is huh?”

he picked you up like it was nothing, sitting you in his lap sliding his hand under the shirt you wore that happened to be his. mark aggressively pinched your nipples and played with your breasts, you let out small squeaks as he did this.

“you’re gonna get what you want, don’t pretend you don’t like it.”

your back arched and your body jerked from the pain of him pinching your tender nipples. “m-maark..” you whined he wasn’t even listening, the only times you act bratty is when you wanna get treated like a toy and he knew just that.

he picked you up, tossing you back onto the couch with your face in a pillow. your feet kicked in defiance and mark had a smile plastered on his face as he snatched off your shorts that really didn’t cover anything. tossing them on the floor.

“you might as well just prance around in nothing sweetheart. always wearing something so revealing around me huh?”

you nodded, agreeing with him as your ears rang when he gave you a spank on your round plump ass. the area turning red from the contact. you were already so wet your him and he could see that as he spread your folds to reveal the yearning wetness that lied between your thighs.

“so..so pretty.” he teased you, rolling his tongue around clit lapping up your juices. you whimpered into the pillow as you tried to get away from him, pushing his shoulders with your feet. mark knew you were just putty in his hands and the heat in between your legs only got hotter and hotter when he sucked on your clit and teased your tight hole.

he pulled out his cock, plumping his length as beads of precum developed at his tip. mark tangled his fingers in your hair, picking your head up and letting you breathe.

“is this what you wanted baby? being so bratty all of the time.”

mark quickly pushed his length deep inside of your cunt. he quite literally reshaped your insides to fit him and him only. thrusting into you, he threw his head back feeling your walls clench around him. “you feel s’good..” he groaned, leaning over and kissing your back and neck. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, you couldn’t even speak. even his strokes were so deep and careful his strength felt like an unimaginable force inside of you.

“mark- mark please im sorry i wont act like that any-“

“shut up. don’t start apologizing now you asked for this sweetheart.”

he cut you off, he didn’t want to hear any of the bullshit sorrys coming out of your mouth.

“say it.” he fucked you so deeply you were seeing stars, “say my name while i fuck you.” mark grabbed your hips and smacked your ass once more.

“mark please. m’so so sorry mark. ”

he flipped you over, your back now on the couch. pushing your knees to touch your chest he spat on your creamy cunt and slid himself back into you. even this made the pressure inside both of you build up even more.

“i’m close..”

your toes curled as he slowly pulled his hips back but suddenly snapped them back to connect with yours. drool came from your mouth, so much dick it made you stupid.

“you gonna let me cum in you? you’re okay with that right?”

you mumble sweet “uh huh”s. mark grunted as he groped your ass followed by another ruthless smack. tears welted in your eyes, only because of the pain. you enjoyed it and you knew it. before you could even let another word out you felt him picking up his pace, his cock twitching inside of you like it was something it needed to release.

you shut your eyes tightly with an intense feeling in your stomach, your legs tensing up as you creamed all over his length. your walls nearly strangled his cock as your pussy pulsed around him. your face flushed, you were spent but he wasn’t done with you.

without warning. mark threw his head back, grunting while he buried his cock deep inside of you. shooting his ropes of warm sticky semen into your tight cunt. his breath heavy, as he planted the sweetest kisses on your stomach and chest. pulling out, he spread your folds and grinned at the sight of him leaking out of you. m

“always-“ he caught his breath, pausing in between sentences. leaning over to whisper in your ear.

“always asking for it aren’t you? of course..but don’t let it happen again.”

you and him both knew it was gonna happen again.

<3

[gemharvest]

Hey Karl you think whenever BF or GF just hit Pico with a random hug no matter the circumstance his face just crumbles into the most vulnerable and yearning look and suddenly the hug lasts for 20 minutes because they don't have the heart to pull away when Pico lays his arms around their backs in the most gentle way possible

(id in alt - do not repost, please ask before using as icon/ banner etc.)

yeag..

Close-ups of my personal favorite shots LOL. I also really like how Boyf came out here but he's already Huge in the piece so he doesn't need a close-up.

Do you ever think BF and GF get super emotional when he's soft with them? This guy, known for his fuckin' Bite with an attitude developed partially for self-defense, melting at their touch and allowing them to see his more gentle side? Something that nobody else will ever get to see?

The demon and the rapper are nice by default. Boyf can be a bit of a menace and Girlf is not afraid to show her demonic side when necessary, but they're kind to others as a default, maybe even to a fault. Not that Pico doesn't ever show kindness to others, but he's usually prickly and standoffish; his kindness could come off in ways that read almost as passive aggression. And yet, around the two idiots (used affectionately lol) he's like putty in their hands.

Anyways idk what I'm on abt really I just think if you gave him the choice he would literally melt into their embraces. Safe, and protected in their arms; for once, he isn't the one who has to do the protecting. I think the worst part of a hug to him would be having to let go.

[julysn]

it’s too late to stop, won’t the heavens save me?

nsfw sfw

ship: (somewhat ooc) andrew graves x afab!reader

includes cursing + sexual content. no plot, just sex. yeah. (probably) inaccurate depictions of sex, i haven’t even had my first kiss so idk what u expect from me. somewhat ooc, whatever, it’s smut. just read it dawg 😣

song: the edge of heaven - wham!

a/n: what am i cooking here. possibly ooc, idk i’m really sleepy and i’m in class rn so yeah..

i’m wearing the shirt (cough. u guys know) while writing this lmfaoo

first tcoaal fic. everyone cheered.

You gaze into his emerald eyes, admiring the way the only emotion visible in those orbs being pure, unfiltered lust.

Andrew looks at you as his hands slowly crawl up to pull down his boxers. You watch with anticipation as the cloth falls down to the floor, leaving him completely nude for you and you only. His shaft stands tall and erect, as hard as ever as the ravenette slowly approached you.

Your breath hitched as he stood before you, his tousled black hair sitting on his head all prettily as those gorgeous eyes stared down into your soul. It was like his gaze was unwinding you piece by piece, limb by limb, until you were nothing but your mere consciousness, and it was one of the sexiest yet scariest things you had ever seen. It almost made you afraid about the future, and, more specifically, tomorrow. Would you even be able to walk properly? With the way his orbs were fixated on you and you only, it didn’t look like it.

Andrew slouched down to kiss you as you sat on his bed, tenderly yet domineeringly pressing his lips against yours as his tongue slipped through your teeth and into your mouth. You let out soft gasps as his tongue eagerly explored your mouth, yearning to memorize each and every crevice he came across. You couldn’t get enough of his sweet lips as you leaned deeper into the make out session he had initiated.

Once the two of you finally broke apart, he gave you a few moments to catch your breath as he leaned in and began to leave gentle, wet kisses down from your temple to jawline. A soft blush crawled up your cheeks as you sat there, accepting his affection with open arms while the tip of his member pressed against your thigh.

“Andrew..” You moan out quietly, tilting your head to accept his jawline and neck kisses. Your voice was so smooth and velvety, Andrew felt himself melt into putty. He smiled faintly and gave you a haste kiss on the lips, before refocusing down on your collarbone and neck.

Your lips parted to let out soft groans, your hands and thighs trembling as he slowly began to pull your shirt off. His lustful eyes betrayed the sweet way he began to undress you, steadily taking each article of clothing off. Your cheeks reddened as more of your body began to get exposed, causing you to shiver slightly as the somewhat-chilly air hit your skin.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” He breathes out, voice deep and husky as his fingers gently grazed the fabric of your panties, teasing you before he would inevitably tug them off. You swore that the way he spoke and how sensual his voice was had made you even wetter than you already were, and you bit your lip in anticipation.

You watched as he tugged off your panties, leaving your entrance completely exposed to his hungry eyes, the feeling of his gaze on your most intimate areas making you more aroused. You watched as he pushed you down onto the bed, your back hitting the comfortable sheets as his lips pressed against your hips, leaving hot kisses down to your thighs. He was getting more and more comfortable as the night progressed, his advances becoming more bold.

The atmosphere slowly began to feel hotter, while your vision followed the way Andrew’s kisses trailed up to your entrance. You let out soft gasps as he began to gently lick your folds, his tongue sliding across the wet flesh like butter sliding across a pan. Your head reeled back in ecstasy as you threw your hand over your mouth to stifle your breathless moans, but you knew he didn’t mind when you were loud. It was like his way of claiming you.

“Fuckfuckfuck, Andrew, oh god-” You babble mindlessly, lost in the sea of pleasure that he had enveloped you in. His tongue slicked back and forth, leaving a trail of saliva all over your kiss-bruised clit. You look down, hand successfully suppressing your whines of pleasure as his head averted upwards to watch your expressions of pleasure. He smirked and pressed another kiss against your skin, a shiver of lust sending chills down your spine as your hands made its way into his hair and you gripped those soft strands of his, throwing your head back.

“You look desperate.” He scoffs lightheartedly as he playfully pinched your hips and stood back up, the tip of his member rubbing against your wet cunt and causing your thighs to tremble in excitement. Your hands slid off of his hair and onto the bedsheets, gripping them for support as your back arched forward and your breathing began to get heavier, shakier, and more frequent.

“I am.” You admit, rolling your eyes as a lighthearted smile rested on your lips. A faint smile flashes across Andrew’s face, before he quickly glances around the room for any possible lubricants. His gaze swiftly landed on a bottle of lube on his dresser, and he pulled away to grab it before squeezing some on his hand.

“Yeah, I can tell.” He replies smugly, shrugging nonchalantly. He rubbed the substance all over his erect member, a smug smirk gracing his expression as you began to feel the tip of his cock slicking up and down your folds. Your lips parted to release a soft whimper, your hands tightening the grip around his sheets as he chuckled huskily and slowly laid his hands on top of your spread thighs.

His gaze explored your body as he looked down at you, stare unintentionally degrading but in a sexy way that most were unable to match. He slouches down yet again, to give you one last kiss, like a warning of what was to come next. Your breathing was as irregular as ever, heart thumping against your ribcage as your hands trembled due to the intense grip it held on the linen (and also because you were excited).

You watched with shaky breaths as Andrew’s tip gradually pushed past the rings of muscle that, to him, felt like the gateway of Heaven, or, more like Hell, if you were to consider all of the things he had done in his past with his sister.

Light, lecherous whimpers escaped your throat as your back arched forward, eager to invite more of him inside. You didn’t want him inside, no, that would be an understatement.

You needed him, deep inside, pounding away like his life depended on it.

“You’re so goddamn tight,” Andrew coos, voice sweet like honey yet smooth like butter, tone as dulcet as ever. It was a stark contrast from how he usually was in public; cynical, cold, apathetic. You shivered at his duality, the way he was so tender with his words making you feel chills as you were used to his sardonic demeanor. “it’s driving me crazy.”

It was as if his intense stares from previously had finally been able to unwind your limbs apart to reveal your soul, as the pleasure he was inducing was like he was fucking you deep into your consciousness. He was buried inside of your heat, his member enveloped in the sea that was your wet entrance. You let out faint whines as his thrusts slowly began to crescendo in speed and intensity.

Andrew’s hips rammed into yours, his member continuing to fill the void within your cunt and then slipping out of it, only to come back inside again. Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy, head reeled back as your grip on the linen sheets tightened even further. Your knuckles were practically ghostly white at this point, toes curled in arousal.

You let out intoxicated whimpers as he pumped deep inside, vision blurred with ecstasy. You were caught off-guard at the sudden sensations of his lips pressing against your neck. “Andrew, oh god..”

Your hips bucked forward instinctively, trying to angle yourself so he could get to the most pleasurable spots. His soft, black curls boucned around on his head prettily as his thrusts heightened in speed. You gasped as his member slicked in and out of your clenched pussy, cheeks flushed in both excitement and pleasure.

Your head tilted downward to meet his gaze, becoming absolutely mesmerized by the way he was staring at you with a pleasant mix of infatuation and lust. Pearls of sweat beaded his hairline, dripping onto your bare waist and thighs, beginning to soak into your skin and leaving his musky scent behind.

Slowly yet surely, you felt your climax creeping up through your veins. You were so close, so goddamn close, and each and every thrust of Andrew’s hips was helping push you off the edge.

“I-” You gasped out, body trembling and face contorted in ecstasy. “I’m gonna—”

Before you could even finish your sentence, it was interjected by your climax, your cum blanketing his veiny shaft as your inner walls clenched even tighter than they already had. You let out a loud, high-pitched whimper, breathless and exhausted as Andrew had also reached his own climax.

“Fuck, I’m cumming—!” He groaned loudly, his nails digging into your hips as his thrusting came to an abrupt stop. You let out a soft moan as the feeling of cum filling your pussy filled your senses, his dick beginning to soften as he was still deep inside you.

The two of you just laid there for a few seconds, looking into each other’s eyes and trying to catch your breath. You attempted to take deep, long breaths, Andrew’s cock now completely soft as he pulled away and out from you and grabbed a tissue. You smiled faintly as he gently wiped off his semen off of your folds and thighs, before grabbing another tissue to wipe off his own lower half.

“I’m gonna go take a shower,” He breathed out, throwing the tissues away and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “… Love you.”

Your heart immediately melted at his affection, and you nodded and kissed him on the cheek in return. “I love you too.”

[tokiwarcube]

can we get general relationship hcs for toki please 🫶

Would you believe me if I told you all that Toki is actually one of my favorite boys? Thank you for your patience!

Nathan HERE ; Pickles HERE ; Skwisgaar HERE ; Murderface HERE ; Charles HERE

Toki wants little more to love and be loved in turn. Despite his notably cold upbringing, he still yearns for that “perfect” relationship. Although surprisingly, Toki doesn’t actually fall all that fast! He really values your friendship, and while he does recognize how pretty and funny you are, he’s not quick to fall. But when he does? Oh, he falls hard. He has to be held back from proposing a week after he realizes how much he really likes you.

When he does decide he wants to pursue a relationship with you, he is refreshingly plain in his intentions. He’s probably the only member of Dethklok who won’t act like a complete dumbass to try and get your attention… assuming he doesn’t take the advice from his bandmates, that is.

The media loves to focus on the cutesy parts of his personality, but nobody ever really hones in on just how much he likes to be in control. It’s a very subtle thing, but it absolutely bleeds through in the romantic sense. It starts with smaller things, like planning dates… and then guiding you through crowds… and then subtly encouraging you to wear his clothes out of the house, and wow, how long have you been staring at him?

He’s overshadowed by Skwisgaar in a lot of sects, but it certainly doesn’t feel like that with you. He has a very special way of commanding your attention, and he uses that to fluster. Often. He lives for it, really.

That’s not to say that there isn’t an equal relationship — you’re just as much of a cornerstone in his life. You've had many a call from Charles, asking you to please get Toki into the studio. And you’re the first person Toki goes to for… most everything! Whether it’s to share a story about a cat he saw on the street, or to nestle himself in your arms after a hard day, you’re always on his mind. He’s nothing if not putty in your hands.

He has so many nicknames for you, many of which are tooth-rottingly sweet. He thinks they’re adorable, and even though the guys rib the hell out of him for it, he refuses to stop using them.

His camera roll all but belongs to you, with how many stolen photos he’s taken. His lockscreen seems to change every other day — he can never seem to choose a favorite!

He’s very clingy in his sleep — part of it has to do with the nightmares that plague him, and he can’t help but subconsciously grip you tighter. It’s usually the only way you’ll know he’s having a nightmare… until he wakes up, stark still, breath caught in his chest. Call to him softly, let him know you’re there, that he’s safe. He won’t say anything, he never does… but eventually he’ll press his face into your chest, and he breathes.

It’s a 50/50 on whether or not he remembers the details in the morning, but he never wants to talk about it, regardless. His past is a scary thing that, in his mind, is left untouched and forgotten. Working through it is hard.

But again, in the morning, all is well. He’s a strong man, and despite the fact that he’s the one curled up in your arms, he imparts this very deep feeling of safety. Just, you know, don’t try to get up before him. He will whine, and he will use his strength to his advantage.

On that note, you’re such a critical part of his morning routine. Mornings (or I suppose afternoons is a better descriptor) are a sacred time for the two of you — hazy and sweet. Although without you, he tends to miss little parts of his upkeep — having you there keeps him on track. Brushing his hair in the morning is just one small part of that routine, and sure, it’s a little thing… but it’s the tenderness that really gets to him. And of course, you start the day without a good morning kiss.

He’s just as clingy while cuddling, too. He loves resting his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat while you card your fingers through his hair. He’s chatty, too — he’ll talk about anything and everything, occasionally peering up at you to watch you respond. Sometimes he’ll press quick little kisses to your collarbone while you speak too, just because he can.

Needless to say, he’d be a wreck without you on tour, if for whatever reason you couldn’t come along. He’d beg to call whenever you’re free — even if that means the makeup crew has to work around his phone 5 minutes before the show starts.

Please take him to an animal shelter — if you only ever surprise him with one date, let it be a shelter date. With the life he lives (and the curse that seems to have woven its way into his bones), he can’t necessarily have a cat of his own… but that doesn’t mean he can’t make friends with them!

This man gets so, so excited if you engage in his interests with him. He’s so used to being talked down to, being told that his interests are childish or “cute,” so having someone just as excited? Just as passionate? He’s over the moon.

He’s the type to scrapbook all the little moments in your relationship. Saved receipts from your first dinner together; pulled pop-tabs from the drink you shared on a night in; spare tokens from the arcade… it all stays in a little wooden box he keeps on his nightstand. He also regularly gets all of his photos developed, so he can properly glue and press them into his memory book.

[chao-thicc-hcs]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT

Can you maybe do bonten Mikey,Sanzu,Koko and Rindou with a very touchy or shows love by touch S/O! Please🙏 🧚‍♀️PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE🧚‍♀️

your wish is my command✨

Having a touchy/affectionate s/o!

featuring: bonten!mikey; sanzu; kokonoi; rindou

genre: fluffy fluff

warning(s): mentions of blood and intestines

mikey↷

he's initially reluctant to your touches, and the sudden hugs you gave him shook him to the core

he's not used to such way of bonding with someone. He's unfamiliar with the whole "lovey-dovey" thing

warms up quickly. He yearns for it, he desires it, but is too afraid to admit it vocally, and he just kind of.. returns the favor

hugs you from behind and places his chin on your head

''Y/n, can you touch me like that again, please?" is the most you will ever hear

mikey loves observing the way you get excited when he reciprocates your touch and returns your hugs and kisses

he doesn't remind himself to do anything touchy until you touch his arm or hug him, mainly because he isn't used to physical touch. you always initiate everything, and it hints him to wrap his arm around your shoulder or waist

he might say it is "suffocating" but deep inside he wants more

is the small spoon so he can feel the comfort of your hugs

buys you food as a gratitude for not being afraid of being yourself around him

sometimes he'd come home and pretend to be grumpy, just so he can have an excuse to cuddle you tighter

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Mikey hated to be touched. Absolutely despised the thought of someone being near him or even simply poking him. He even remembered breaking Sanzu's finger because he dared to touch him once when he was a tad bit too excited about a person he murdered.

However, something about you flicked a switch inside of him. Every time you'd wrap your hands around his torso and say his name in a cutesy melody, every time you'd pinch his cheek, nudge his shoulder or even ruffle his already disheveled hair felt as if his stomach was churning and burning with passion.

Much to everyone's surprise, the oh invincible Mikey, head of the most feared organization - Bonten - had a soft spot for his sweet lover, letting her visit his office, bringing her to meetings and even not getting mad at her for interrupting his speech with her sudden cheek kisses. He'd glare at you, but just to appear tough in front of the others, never daring to say anything else.

But oh... Mikey on the inside is a putty. Only you knew how he submitted willingly to your feather touch that soothed his broken soul, making him toss aside all the thoughts plaguing his mind, focusing only on the warm embrace you'd give him when he's alone with you, where he can finally give in and cease pretending he's tough in front of his colleagues.

A faint smile could be seen plastered onto his face whenever you came inside his office for a visit and bring his favorite meal, or even just sit down and keep him company.

-Mikeyyyy~- your chirpy voice could be heard from the very beginning of the large hall you had to pass to reach the room.

In the middle of a meeting, Mikey cracked a small smile that he managed to conceal from his subordinates, shaking his head and sighing. You went inside the room and hopped to his desk, sitting down on his lap with force, making him oof a little.

-I brought you this! A new flavor of taiyaki the store had to offer! I want to see you try them!

-Later, Y/n. I am at a meeting.-Mikey retorted and placed his hand at the small of your back

His subordinates were watching with shock, slack-jawed as the scene unwrapped in front of them.

-Pleasee! I woke up early just to get it fresh for you out of the bakery...-you pouted, holding the taiyaki in your hands

Mikey let out a long, tired sigh and just took the treat, unwrapping it and splitting it in half, giving the other to you.

-Now, quiet, let's finish the meeting.

You nodded and shared the treat with your lover while everyone's eyes were focused on the both of you. The man took his time and resumed what he was talking on about with you on his lap. The rest of the Bonten members, however, couldn't seem to focus on his words, still visibly shook by the way their boss almost appeared vulnerable in front of them.

-If you all ever speak up about this, I will make you eat your intestines like spaghetti bolognese.-he hissed under his breath, earning a light nudge to his shoulder from you.

sanzu↷

sanzu is either super touchy or avoids you all day in the beginning, no in between

even when he tries to avoid your touch, you somehow manage to still find yourself snuggling him

he likes it, but the fucker is weird and awkward and always says shit like "you smell good" and sniff your neck or something

regardless, he doesn't really mind you clinging onto him

as time passes he'd get hella obsessive over you, wanting you by his side at all times

on the days where he doesn't feel touchy, he'd just hold your hand, nothing more

bought you a pillow of his face on days where he had to be gone for longer lmfao

he'd ask you to put lipstick on and leave stains on his cheek, neck and a little on his clothes

speaking of kisses, he'd also want you to place pecks all over his face when he comes back home

he loves it when you lay onto him and just lay on his chest <3

over time, he starts being a bit clingy too, always following you like a pet

brags about you to the others. they're sick of his constant ramblings, but they respect you for taming his horses for a short while so they put up with it

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If Sanzu had the powers to take all the stars down for you - he'd do it.

Instead, he saw them all aligned in your eyes. Looking at the picture of you smiling on his phone, hugging the cat you recently adopted, his heart ached and his legs almost gave up at immense yearning to have you in his arms. And listen as you rant about your day while you squeeze the air out of him.

The messages piled up, he knew you were sleeping, but he couldn't stay still without making sure you were notified how he is. Sitting on top of one of the dead bodies he had to dispose of, the world around him took the role of a poison ivy wrapping around his neck, raising the pressure that was building up from him not being next to you, sleeping peacefully.

....

The door closed. Empty apartment with a breath of fresh air. It was dark, quiet. Sanzu took off his attire and threw it in the laundry basket. He wanted to snuggle next to you as soon as he could, but he didn't want to be dirty.

Lukewarm drops of water fell down his torso and back, relaxing every muscle. Sighing under the sudden feeling of comfort, Sanzu cleaned off every splurt of blood he had left on his body. The shower was quick but refreshing enough, and he didn't bother to completely dry his body or hair before putting on boxers and approaching your shared bedroom.

His arm wrapped around you and caressed your sides gently, making sure you don't wake up. However, you turned around, seeming to have been awake for a while. You put an arm and leg around him, pulling him closer to you, while he let out a sigh.

-Missed you, babygirl.

-Missed you too, hun. Now I am here.. get some rest, I can see you're extremely tired.

He placed gentle and sloppy kisses on your neck and collarbone, squeezing you tight against him.

-Night...

-Night..~

izana↷

he will be so stiff in the beginning

his expression will be blank, as if he isn't affected by your touch, and he will blurt out stuff like "why are you being so clingy?"

but the moment you try and pull away he'd grab you and hug you back

"didn't say i don't like it"

he'd let you cling onto him, but most of the time he will not reciprocate it, especially in public

calls you annoying but with a hint of affection in his tone

pats your head a lot

when he comes from work, he'd always lean into your face, expecting you to kiss his cheek

over time he will get used to it, and will start returning touches every time

always has you either on his lap or laying on top of him

his smile doesn't leave his face when you're near him, and he'd often daydream about you when you talk about stuff while hugging him or just by touching him lightly

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You were rummaging through your wardrobe in distress, searching for a certain outfit that you were planning to combine for days. Izana was sitting on the bed with his arms crossed, watching you with a smirk and letting out light chuckles here and there.

-'Zana, help me out here!-you whined out, which only got out another chuckle from your boyfriend

-I told you to fold your clothes properly yesterday. You insisted on lazing with me and here you are, suffering the consequences.

You glared at his shit-eating grin but kept on going. Your eyes lit up when you finally found the clothes you were planning on wearing today. Swiftly, you put on the outfit and spun around.

-Whaddya think?

Izana just kept on staring, smiling as if he saw you for the first time ever. His eyes analyzed your entire figure as you spun around and posed for him. To him, you were like a fresh oil painting - a beautiful creature depersonalizing even the shiniest of background by just mere existence - that he'd never want to look away from. His eyes analyzed your figure, his limbs felt weak. Before he realized it, he was daydreaming, and you found your way plopping onto his lap.

-Zanaaa, are you listening?-you tilted your head to the side, placing your arms on his shoulders

His arms quickly wrapped around your figure, and he laid down his torso on the bed, holding you tight and running his hand up and down your spine.

-You look mesmerizing, my dear. You took my breath away.

His gaze confirmed it all. Izana was lovestruck and he never hid that fact, contrary, he expressed it with pride, making sure you soak up the emotions of sheer adulation intertwined between his words and touches.

-But I prefer what's under it...

You chuckled and kissed his nose, nuzzling it after. -Later, baby, after our date.

koko(nut)↷

loves, loves, LOVES it

he always calls you to sit on his lap during work, because he spends half his time typing on a laptop

he'd take occasional breaks to wrap both his arms around you and squeeze you tightly

nuzzles in your chest all the time

begs for your clinginess in a more subtle manner, like nudging you with his head, poking your side so you feel a ticklish sensation, press his lips against your shoulder and all that

buys you one of those socks with bunny ear magnets that connect when you're near each other so he has an excuse to cling onto you too

challenges you on who will be more affectionate with the other one (you always win)

gets so attached to you that he even sits on the toilet while you shower, spilling tea with you

likes to wrap you like a burrito in a blanket and then hug you

on days when he's feeling lazy, he'd let you lay onto him while letting out all the affection you have for him

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The morning sunlight crept through the curtains of the room, illuminating your soft features as you were soundly asleep. Kokonoi, on the other hand, had already woken up and was admiring the way your face was squished under your palm, his smile not leaving his face.

His hands were caressing your sides, body barely covered from the thin sheets loosely wrapped around your thighs. He pulled your body closer to his by your hips, earning a groan from you as you absentmindedly wrapped your hands around him.

He had to get up, but he didn't want to. Kokonoi wanted to cherish the last remaining minutes he had with you before getting ready for work. His body felt heavy, and he barely even lifted his head up before his torso following.

As he was about to get up from the bed, he felt two hands wrap around his waist. He whipped his head back, just to see you holding him, murmuring something under your sleepy breath.

-Stay...-you whined out, tightening the grip on his waist

Kokonoi giggled, caressing your head and playing with a strand that was right in front of your face. This sight made him want to melt into the mattress and never get up from it with you next to him. He placed a smooch on your cheek, holding his lips on your soft skin for a bit longer.

-Can't, I got work to do, or Mikey will kill me, you know?

-Hmph..-you hummed like a child and turned around, covering your head with the sheet

You felt two hands suddenly pull you closer by your hips, earning another hum from you. Your head turned around to get a glimpse of your lover looking at you with sultry eyes.

-Maybe I can stay for a bit longer, just so my princess gets her ample amount of morning kisses.

You smiled and turned around to face him, cupping his face and commencing a kissy battle with him.

rindou↷

sulky babyboy and i mean it

doesn't like pda, and would often tell you to hold your horses at least when he's outside or with other bonten members

if you insist on being all clingy with him, he still wouldn't push you away, ever. he loathes seeing you upset from not hugging him

rindou yearns for your touch, especially after he's home from a long, tiring day. your arms around him relaxes him in an instant

he'd just sit there, arms crossed while letting you squish his cheeks, kiss his entire face and throw yourself onto him

has tons of videos on his phone of you biting his arms, blurry pictures and videos of you approaching him with your hands open and etc.

enjoys banters, a lot. he'd deffo try and restrain you with his hands while you fight for your life to let yourself go, saying you're being "too clingy and need to be restrained" (Affectionately)

sometimes he'd pretend to wipe off the kisses you give him and will giggle at your offended gasps

he always falls asleep between your thighs first, then proceeds to lazily crawl next to you and hug you

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Your lover couldn't cease the loud laughter coming from his mouth when he managed to annoy you for the third time this afternoon.

You were sulking, arms and legs crossed as you sat on the couch, staring into the TV screen like a toddler who got refused an ice popsicle.

Rindou took his time to calm his laughter down and ease his stomach. The view of you like this made him melt, he found you more than just adorable. You however, had a hard time sharing such feelings.

You wanted to cuddle him, and practically latched onto him like a leech, but he had other plans for today. He annoyed the shit out of you with sly remarks and even trying to jokingly push you away, which didn't earn a pleasant reaction from you.

After some time, he approached the couch and placed his head onto your lap, still grinning like an idiot while looking up at you.

-Aw c'mon, don't be sulky, Y/n. I was joking. -he said in between his giggles

You let out a "humph" and turned your head around, trying to scoot away a little so his head plops onto the couch. Rin sat properly on the couch and placed you to sit in between his legs, kissing your neck.

-...your jokes aren't funny, Rin. Apologize to me now, or I won't hug you today.

He rolled his eyes at this, but he couldn't deny that he'd rather sink in a pile of horse shit than deprive himself from your hugs because of his stubbornness.

-I'm sorry, baby. You know I love you and your hugs, right? -he spoke softly, nuzzling his head in your neck

-I know you do, so who am I to deprive you from them? -you chuckled, caressing his cheek

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I just can not get enough of Joan Ferguson so THANK YOU for the great stories! If you feel inclined some time, can you write one where she's allowing someone to think she's (Joan is) submissive, but partway through Joan has enough of pretending and unleashes her true self? Kind of like a "I'm not what you thought I was and youre about to find that out" moment and she totally loves getting the upper hand and shocking the person. I can just imagine her trying to be weak for this person to get what she wants and once she has it, the fun really begins. 😁

Words cannot explain how much I love writing for Joan. She’s so much fun and I absolutely loved writing this request!! Thank you for requesting more of our favorite Governor!! These Joan requests make me so giddy! I hope you enjoy, my love!! <3

The Freak Unleashed - Joan Ferguson x Fem!Reader

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Summary: Joan loves to tease and play with you.

Warnings: praise, bondage, oral sex, fingering, etc..

Word Count: 1.9k

Taglist: @celasteria @shslbunnylover @coffeebreath23 @bellatrixsbrat

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

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You were buried between your lover's legs. Your favorite place to be. Pleasuring her to your heart's content. Tasting and savoring every single inch of skin.

Being between the woman's legs was your favorite place on Earth. There was nowhere else you'd rather be. Hearing her quiet moans of pleasure felt like Heaven in your ears. Playing over and over like a symphony.

You sucked on her most sensitive spot between her legs, earning another husky moan from your lover. You were buried deep between her thighs, flicking your tongue across her folds.

Your own cunt was dripping juices down your thighs as you ate her out. You were so turned on, and a complete wet mess yet your love hadn't even touched you yet.

You were in charge. Or so you thought.

Joan had already come twice along your tongue, and to be honest she was loving every second of it. But she had you right where she wanted you. Tongue deep in her pussy, thinking you had the upper hand. Thinking the night would be all about her.

But the truth was, it was only half of what she wanted. A bit of stress relief. But she needed you. To taste you. To feed her desires and hunger.

In one swift, sharp pull to your hair, the woman pulled you roughly up her body. "Joan!—" you gasped at her sudden boldness, not expecting her to be rough tonight.

Joan's breathing was heavy. The woman had never been more turned on. Seeing you go from being 'in charge' to wide-eyed submissive in a matter of seconds was sexy. Joan was yearning for more.

She grabbed your hips, rolling you onto your back so she could straddle your waist. Her hands took hold of your own, pinning them tightly above your head.

"My turn, baby," she smirked wickedly. "You're mine now."

"But— it was supposed to be me in charge tonight!" You whined.

"Did you really think I would let you, my sweet little submissive princess, be in charge?" She chuckled. "I had you right where I wanted you the entire time."

You let out a faux pout. Joan was loving every second. She ignored your bratty behavior to kiss a path down your jawline, along your neck, and down your chest.

"Oh!" Joan captured your nipple in her mouth, her tongue coaxing the bud into a point. Your back immediately arched, and your lover knew you were putty in her hands.

Your moans immediately filled the air as she suckled your bud. Hands were quick to fly to her hair, pushing her face farther into your chest. But the second they did, Joan let go of your nipple with a 'pop'.

Hands grabbed at your wrists once more, holding them above your head and forcibly keeping them in place. "Don't move," she commanded.

Usually, the older woman wouldn't mind your fingers scratching at her scalp. But tonight, she wanted to have her fun. To play with you. To fuck you senseless.

While you couldn't do anything about it.

You did as she said, keeping your hands still as she slid off your frame, to pull something from the bedside drawer. You shivered with excitement when you saw her hands holding rope.

Joan was quick to bound your hands together before expertly wrapping the whole around the headboard to pin you into place. She tugged to confirm you could move before her smirk came back.

"Perfect." You were officially bound and at her mercy. The same spot you never thought you'd see yourself in tonight.

Her plan had worked perfectly.

"Just how I like my little Princess..." Your doe eyes bore into her own as she snaked her way down your body once more. Joan placed numerous kisses along your skin.

"And so wet for me," she said, running a finger through your slick. You whined and bucked your hips, needing more. More of Joan.

She braced herself on her knees, lifting her ass in the air as she leaned forward to lick a strip up your folds. She explored the ridges and valleys, taking her time in working you up even more.

"Joan!" You whined, when she only paid attention to the lower half of your pussy. "Please..."

"Begging already? That's a new record," she teased.

You tugged against the restraints, and Joan couldn't help but chuckle. Knowing exactly what you were wanting. You wanted to tangle your fingers in her hair to pull her closer. But with the restraints, you could only use your words, as your body was no longer your own to handle.

"Joan, baby, please!" Your wrists were already begging to be released as you tugged and pulled at your constraints.

"Since my little Princess has been asking so nicely..." Her fingers dug into your hips after she finally gave in to your whines and pleas. Her tongue circled your clit while two digits pushed deeply into your cunt.

Moans of pleasure soon greatly filled the room, as Joan's speed turned into an unrelenting tempo. The wet sounds of your pussy and your pornographic moans had Joan groaning into your pussy.

The vibrations on your clit immediately sent you spiraling over the edge. You had come faster than expected, but with all the teasing coming from your lover, she herself was not surprised.

Knowing one wouldn't suffice, she kept her grueling pace on your cunt. First allowing you to ride out your first orgasm as long as possible, but to allow you to chase after your second.

"S-Shit, Joan!" Your head fell back against the pillows as your head grew dizzy. Your body shook, wrists pulled, and legs threatened to close around your lover.

Feeling herself wanting to tease more, Joan hastily pulled away from you after feeling your pussy clench around her fingers. You were already so close, dangerously close, and you let out a loud whine when your lover came to straddle your hips.

Your chest heaved against her own, and Joan could feel your heartbeat pounding roughly in your chest. Her breasts were pushed deliciously against your own.

"P-Please. Please don't stop, I need you!" Your voice was raspy and weak as you gazed at her with glossy eyes and a large pout.

"How badly, baby?" She gave you a wicked smirk as she moved your hair off of your sweaty forehead and cupped your face.

"So..so bad.." you wiggling and bucking your hips, hoping your cunt would rub against her own. "Joan, my love, please!" You could feel tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

You were eager to not only please her, but to finish satisfying yourself. She hovered, and let out a dark, lustful laugh at your actions.

"Always so eager to touch me," she noted. You tugged again at your restraints as the first tear dropped down your cheek. "Does my poor little baby want to be free so we can come together? Would you like that?"

"Yes! Please, Joan!" You immediately responded, in which Joan reached up to release you of your restraints. Your hands went to fly to her body but she caught your wrists, examining the marks from your tugging.

"Does it hurt?" Her eyes softened as she noticed the darkening skin and rubbed her thumb in soothing motions.

"No, I'm okay," you reassured her. Her shift from dominating to worrying caused your heart to leap in your chest. Joan would never, ever, want to hurt you.

She let you go, allowing you the freedom to eagerly run your hands down her milky skin. All the way from her breasts, to her hips, and in between her plush thighs.

One hand grabbed at the muscles along her back while the other slipped between her thighs so your thumb could rub circles along her clit before shoving two fingers into her dripping center.

You were already bucking against her own digits that entered you, matching the pace of your own. "Oh, God!" Your nails dug into her back, causing Joan to groan from the mix of pain and pleasure.

She was moving herself up and down to match your fingers with every thrust. You spread your legs wide to accept her probing fingers. Your own hips bucked, matching her movements to meet each of her thrusts.

You both wanted to meet each other with every stroke. Moans of ecstasy filled the room as you both bounced against each other's hands.

Her head fell between the crook of your neck, muffling her moans while she sucked across your tender skin. She was sure to leave marks, but you wanted to hear her. Wanted to listen to her moans, grunts, and overall pornographic noises.

"I want to hear you, my love.." you pouted.

Joan playfully rolled her eyes, pushing herself away from your neck to sit up more straight. Her free hand gripped roughly at the headboard, causing creaks to be heard.

You hummed as your eyes hastily fell to her chest, watching her rather large breasts swaying in front of your face. Your lover noticed your gaze heavily set. She knew how much you loved to play with her boobs. And she herself loved when you did.

"Suck 'em, Princess," she urged you. "Suck on my tits."

You wasted no time in leaning your head forward, taking one breast in your mouth and swirling your tongue around a pink nipple.

"Yess... just like that," she cooed. Her head fell back with the mounting pleasure of you finger fucking her and sucking her breast. You were working hard to please your lover, and it was working.

The rhythm you both set reached a fever pitch, and you feel Joan clamp around your fingers. Your own pleasure was becoming too much, and you felt yourself close to the edge.

"Come with me, baby." She grunted, rocking her hips against your hand.

Your cries of pleasure were muffled against her boob as your release immediately washed over you. Joan came right after you, clutching the headboard with a deathly grip.

You could feel her juices dripping down your wrist as your own covered her slender digits. You were both panting messes, savoring the moment as you slowed your movements to elongate her orgasm.

"Fuck, baby.." Her hand left the bed to rummage through your messy hair.

You were muttering her name, pulling away from her tit, but tugging her erect nipple between your teeth as you went.

Your bodies were shaking as you collapsed into each other's arms. Chests rose and fell in unison, limbs tangled, and bodies became one. You closed your eyes, feeling fatigue instantly wash over you.

Joan nearly melted into you, both of you focusing on catching your breaths as you laid in a comfortable silence. The bed sank as you both enjoyed the comfort.

"Are you okay, my love?" She asked, gazing into your eyes with love and affection as a hand fell to your cheek. Everything else in the world felt like a million miles away compared to the woman, your lover, wrapped in your arms.

"More than okay.." you smiled tiredly. You were beyond fucked out, and Joan couldn't help but chuckle at you.

Her lips gently pressed against yours, engulfing you in the most loving, tender, bittersweet kiss before placing another kiss to the tip of your nose.

Your eyes grew heavy, and Joan hastily made her way to the bathroom to wet cloth with warm water and clean you up. She tossed the fabric aside to slide back into bed, taking your wrists in her hands to rub lotion against your darkened wrists.

"I love you..." you muttered, with a sweet smile.

Joan left the lotion on the bedside table, before pulling you into her arms once more. "I love you too, Princess... Now get some sleep, we'll take a nice warm shower after you've rested."

Her fingers ran through your hair, scratching at your scalp as you melted completely into her touch. You were happy. Fucked out, and in your lovers warm embrace.

Sleep was quick to consume you, and Joan followed suit right after. Ensuring you had completely fallen asleep before allowing her own sleep to consume herself.

The last thing you remembered was her hands in your hair, the gentle hum of her voice, and her chin rested on the top of your head.

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[dreamingofep]

Returning to Your Angel pt. 7 🥀

Prompt: After fleeing the Opera House unexpectedly five years ago, you're back hoping to start a new chapter. But your undeniable attraction to the Phantom makes your life more complicated than you hoped.

TW: Tension, smut, oral, frightening images

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: Hi everyone! It’s been too long please forgive me! Life is really being hard and annoying lol. But I’m back and this chapter was hard for me to write! I was being too indecisive about what path to take but I finally said screw it I’m putting the story on this path 😝 I’m going to make a detailed post about why I wanted to make the story like this. Being a life long Phantom fan has produced thoughts😂 Please enjoy.

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The thick veil of sleep loomed over you. You didn’t want to open your eyes. The comfort that you felt in this bed was too perfect. You didn’t want to leave like he always makes you do and wanted to sleep as long as you could. But you felt his hands snake along your waist, pulling you flush to his body.

You sighed and loved how they felt on you. The memories of your argument were murky and could barely remember how you got here in the first place. The ugly words that you threw back and forth to each other, it made you feel awful. And seeing that dress… oh God it was too much to handle. You can’t believe that could’ve been your fate if you decided to stay… Maybe running away was the way to go.

As much as you wanted to fight him, tell him how angry you were with how he acted, you could forgive him as easily as breathing. His touches felt like begging for forgiveness. Yearning for every ounce of you. He just wanted you to melt into him like you always do. He knew you were up somehow. His breathing began to falter like he was too nervous to be this close to you again.

His other hand tangled in your hair, moving it aside and placing soft kisses on your neck. You hum softly and welcome the feeling.

“Forgive me, my Angel, please forgive me.”

You sigh and fight the need for him. It takes everything you have to try to say no but you just can’t. You wanted to lay here with him, have him continue whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“Please forgive me, I can’t have you be angry with me.”

“I know,” you murmur.

He pushes his body into you more, making you feel his hard length push against your backside. You find his hand scrunching up the material of your dress slip and find your sensitive little bud. You part your leg slightly and he instinctively slips his leg between yours to keep them open. His fingers slowly rub and create a new ache inside you.

He knows just what gets you wanting him.

“I’m sorry, I just want you happy. Please forget what I said to you before,” he whispers. “Please, let me make you happy, that’s all I want to do.”

“Yes please,” you nod, feeling your wetness pool as his fingers move faster. He takes his hand off of you momentarily to unbutton his pants. You start to turn over to face him but his hand stops you. He squeezes your waist and opens your legs again.

“Stay like this darling, let me take care of you.”

You’re putty in his hands. There’s no ounce of worry or concern about him at this moment. His fingers glide through your wet folds and spread the wetness. He groans slightly in your ear when he discovers your needy state.

“God you are perfect for me.” He sighs.

He pushes his cock to your folds and slowly moves back and forth.

The friction has you rolling your eyes back. Oh God, he felt good. Your walls throb as he teases and continues to kiss your neck. You grab his hand at your waist and squeeze it.

“Please I want you,” you pant.

“Of course darling, let me take care of you like I promised.”

He guides his tip to your entrance and slowly pushes himself in with a grunt. It was a tight fit and made you breathless. You’ve never been taken like this by him before. You hold onto him tightly and groan at how he feels. He nibbles at your ear, slowly moving those hips making you relax around him.

“That’s it, darling, feels so good hmm?”

“Yes so good.”

“Can you ever forgive me?” He whimpers in your ear as he moves slowly.

You squeeze your eyes shut and feel overwhelmed by it all. The sound of his voice has you feeling helpless. How could you ever say no to this man? This beautiful, talented man. Here you were, having him make love to you and begging for your forgiveness. You never thought you’d be here and love it too much to part ways. Not again. Having him back in your life made everything more complicated but you’ve never liked it more. You wanted him. There was nothing that could make you denounce him.

“Yes, yes I do. Please just take care of me like you’ve promised,” you whimper.

He groans in your ear and kisses your cheek. His hand drags down the front of your body and squeezes your breasts. His hand slips into the sheer slip you had on and softly squeezes your nipples between his fingers. You moan helplessly, letting the spark that he gives you ignite your whole body in his flames. His hands were heavenly. You never wanted him to stop touching you like this. It was so tender and soft and yet needy and dominant. He then finds your clit once again, making you gasp for breath and release.

He rolls his hips into you firmly, pressing into a part of you that feels like you can come unglued by the slightest motion. Your hips slightly rock with his, chasing your release to come quicker. He encourages you, tells you to keep moving, and cum on him. Your hand grapples onto his forearm and squeezes it violently. God that deep gravelly voice has you wrecked. The way he felt inside you made you want to cry out to the heavens. No one could make you feel like this. You wanted to obey his command now.

Your body trembled as you felt your release rise to the surface. You whimpered for him to keep going, wanting him to make you finish.

“Please, please I need you to make me cum,” you beg.

He lets out a groan while his lips continue to kiss at your face and neck and mutter vulgar things in your ear.

“Mmm God you make me want to ruin you when you say such things,” he breathes. He keeps the same pace and buries his face in your neck.

Ruin me. Do whatever you want.

“God you’re heaven,” he sighs, “Every inch of you. Just perfect for me.” His hips snap into you firmly and his cock has you biting your lip.

You turn your face and groan loudly into the pillow. It muffled your cry for release but it still echoed through the room. He stuffed you to the hilt, hitting that spot that you’ve discovered you loved and your release comes crashing down. You see stars behind your eyelids and grab onto his arm tighter. He thrusts his cock into you more and more as your walls squeeze and flutter around him. You cry for him, loving everything he’s giving you, and his own groans overshadow yours.

“So good my sweet, so damn good.”

You’re weak and breathless as his hands tighten on your body. You writhed against him as his hips were unrelenting and made you groan for mercy. He quickly pulls out of you, making you whimper with how sensitive your entrance was.

He rolls you onto your back and you stare up at his tall frame. He takes a haggard breath and you stay silent, looking at him sheepishly. He looks down at your flushed cheeks and hardened nipples, caressing your body lightly before pinning both of your arms above your head.

Your heart races and your breathing hitches in your throat.

“I want your mouth darling,” he says gruffly, “Please let me cum, you feel so good,” he grunts. You nod your head and he kneels next to your head. Your body shakes just looking at him. He was covered in your slick and his length throbbed as he put it to your lips. You let him slip his cock against your tongue and closed your eyes when you feel him inside you. You swirl your tongue around the tip, knowing that would make him lose control. The sound of his palpable pleasure rings in your ears and you groan too.

He pushes more in and you groan with him in your mouth. You look up at him through wet eyelashes and see how he bites his lip slightly as he watches his cock slip in and out of you. You use more of your tongue, licking the underside of him, making him shudder. His hips buck further in your mouth and the grip he has on your wrists tightens too.

You all too willingly let him fuck your throat, letting him get his fill. It doesn’t take very long for his hips to stutter and feel his cock twitch in your mouth. You look up at him as he moans your name and his length pulses through his orgasm. You groan when you taste the salty sweetness of him.

He lets his head fall back and his chest heaves for air. He slowly pulls his length out of your mouth and wipes the dribble that’s pooled from the corner of your mouth. He looks like he’s in a daze, so satisfied with what you gave him. You swallow his arousal and struggle to breathe normally again.

He lifts you and pulls you flush to his body. Your arms wrap around his back and your fingertips feel the jagged scars that painted his body. He takes your face in his hand and kisses you urgently. His lips felt divine and kissed you like he hadn’t seen you in eons. Your hands try to pull him closer, wanting to feel his skin on yours. His tongue slipped in your mouth and tangled with yours.

“You’re too good for me, how can something so flawless be with someone like me,” he grumbles, giving you another kiss.

“Don’t say things like that. You know I care deeply for you. Things are so different than last time I was here,” you whisper.

“Please continue to visit me and practice singing, that’s all I’ll ever ask of you I promise. You have no idea how much I need you.”

You nod your head, caressing his face gently and looking into his gorgeous eyes.

“I know, I will. I trust you,” you breathe.

He closes his eyes at that sentiment. He leans back and pulls you to his chest, holding you close. He takes a deep breath when he kisses the top of your head, grumbling satisfied to himself. You both lay there for a long time, not saying another word. You didn’t know if you should bring up the fight ever again. You still were uncertain about some things but maybe you can start over in a way. That’s what you hoped for.

You had no idea what time it was but didn’t want to ask either. He would probably make you leave. You feel your eyes get droopy and heavy again. You felt good with him holding you and at peace.

“Please don’t make me leave. Let me rest here,” you plead. A long silence emerges and you don’t move. Maybe if you stayed like this he wouldn’t want to disturb you.

“Okay, rest my Angel, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he coos. You feel the corners of your lips smirk, pleased with yourself for winning for once.

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You still felt like you were in some dream when you opened your eyes. You felt groggy and almost weak. You head pounded and your eyes stung. The canopy around the bed was still drawn and only the candlelight lit the room. You had no idea what time it could be but didn’t really care. You didn’t want to go anywhere and hoped he’d let you stay even longer.

There was the drawstring that pulled the canopy up and you gently tugged on it. It lifted and you looked around the room, hoping to find him. To your disappointment, the room was empty. You swing your legs off the bed and find a red rose waiting for you on the side table. You smell the decadence of it and place it back there.

You wince when you move your hand a certain way and inspect your cut. It’s slightly torn and tender and is taking forever to heal which annoyed you. You thought maybe wrapping it would help it a bit.

Walking to the bathroom, you see a bath had already been drawn for you. There were flower petals scattered across the water which gave it the most lovely scent. It was very sweet of him to do. You discard your dress slip off of you and step into the bath. It was nice and hot, just the way you liked it. You let the water soothe your body and take your time. You didn’t want to rush back. You wanted to stay here as long as possible.

Once the water became cool, you knew it was time to get out. You pat yourself off with the towel on the counter and ring out your hair. A small stinging sensation made you wince and it came from your thigh this time. You lift your leg up and see you had a scratch on your inner thigh, inches away from your core. This one looked like it happened recently. You don’t remember what you could have done to have this happen but you try to stop it from bleeding. You did find wrapping that you could use for your hand. It opened up slightly in the water and a small pebble of blood came out but the wrapping helped it stay closed. You wrapped your leg too, that one was more sensitive.

Once you put your slip back on, you hope to find him back in your bed. It was empty once again and wanted to be with him. Your feet touch the cold stone of the floor once you emerge to the main area of his lair.

“Angel?” You coo.

Your tiny voice echoes against the walls and don’t hear any response. You carefully walk to his piano and see he’s been working. The ink was almost dried on the sheet music and it was something you’d never seen before. You wondered if it was for you. More roses scattered along the ledge of the piano and made you feel intoxicated.

You cautiously look where his desk is and there’s no sign of him there either. Some sunshine shone through the cracks of the underground walls and made you squint uncomfortably. You might have slept the whole day away and should tell someone you’re okay. People would worry about his presence being so apparent and think that you might have gotten taken.

Your head slowly looks to the curtain of his room.

No, you can’t. You can’t go in there. Ever since the first time he took you down here, he made it clear you could not go in there. But something was calling you in there to be with him. You’d deal with the consequences later.

You nervously pull back the curtain and step into the dark room. There were only a few candles lit but you could see pretty well. Books lined the walls and charcoal sketches of you scattered on his desk. You found more pictures of your eyes, your lips, and your naked body. You pick up one and memorize the detail he’s put in these drawings. They still made you blush and this was probably why you shouldn’t have gone in here.

You find his mask underneath the pile and it shocks you. You’ve never seen it off of his face. You carefully pick it up and it is beautifully made. It was expertly crafted and smooth to the touch. You flip it around and see it’s more ridged and uneven. It conformed perfectly to his face somehow which baffled you.

A rustling sound in the very corner of the room made your heart leap out of your chest. You nearly drop the mask but regain your grasp on it. You hear heavy breathing, like an animal is sitting there. Your instincts told you to run, that you weren’t safe here. You pick up the candle holder and raise it up, hoping to see what’s beyond you.

“Hello?” Your voice waivers.

You take a few steps closer when you see a box at the far end of the room. It was long and looked like it was made out of wood. You freeze when you figure out what you’re staring at.

It’s a coffin.

You couldn’t believe what your eyes were seeing. Why was something like this in here? You didn’t know where he was but you were so frightened you needed to find him. You shouldn’t be in here anyway. But you still felt a strange pull. You wanted to know what was in there… the top was left open and easy to see in…

You carefully crept to the coffin, holding your breath with how terrified you were. Your heart pounded against your rib cage and you could barely take another step. You put the candle holder out in front of you and find the courage to look inside.

He was there sleeping on his back with nothing but a white shirt and black slacks on with his cape draped over half his body. It terrified you looking at him like this but he looked so peaceful. It was the strangest thing to see but you knew he was okay. The inside of the coffin was lined in red velvet. You had never seen something like this.

You feel a bit more comfortable to take a step closer and look at his face. He still had his mask on and took deep, agonizing breaths. You had never seen him sleeping before. It wasn’t what you expected but he looked just as beautiful. You wanted to reach out and touch his beautiful face… and see what’s underneath his mask.

No, you couldn’t. You couldn’t do that to him when he was sleeping. You should get out of here before he wakes up.

But you don’t. You take another step closer.

Your hand trembles as you reach out to touch him. Your fingertips brush lightly against his skin and you feel how perfect his face is. You move to the left side of his face and pause. The cold mask makes you shiver but it doesn’t stop you. Your fingertips carefully lift the mask from his face and peel it off in one motion.

You drop the mask and gasp horrified. His eyes flash open and stares into your soul. The sound of the porcelain shattering made you want to crumble to your knees. He was unrecognizable. The left side of his face was grotesque and disfigured. It hardly looked like a face. Bone protruded from his cheekbone and deep gashes covered most of his face. His head… oh God you could barely look. It was also gashed and a part of it looked like it had been chipped away. Horrid flesh was exposed and even the side of his nose looked like it had broken off. You look back to the right side of his face and can’t understand how something so beautiful could have such obscenity too.

You tremble and can’t move, this thing is going to kill you. It takes every ounce of strength in you to turn around and run. Your feet can’t move fast enough and you don’t even make it to the exit when you run face smack into someone’s chest.

“Ahh!” you gasp.

You feel his hand wrap around your neck and he groans.

Your whole body feels on edge and feel every hair on your body stand up. You claw at his hand around your throat to no avail and cry for help. You look up into his terrifying eyes and feel the breath get sucked out of you. His eyes were glowing looking at you like he could burn your alive. They were glowing yellow and menacing like there was fire inside of him.

“You’ve made a horrible mistake my Angel,” he snarls through his teeth. He smiles slightly and in the low light, you see dagger-like fangs press against his lips.

Pure panic sets in and realize you have no other way to get out of his grasp. You shouldn’t be here. This is his den. His lair. This was where he dragged his prey and feasted until he was content. And you were next on his list.

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[itrithenbartist]

lil spicy hc's for sdj

literally 18+, any and all blogs that's ageless DNI otherwise you'll be blocked. Any minors DNI.

so with all that out of the way, here's my personal thought process for the dang man. also this is going to be gn for everyone to enjoy. and try to censor myself as much as possible so i don't get clocked by tumblr lol...also added is that i only recently got into this game and that i don't know everything so im sorry if there's a lot of things that aren't really good listed...thank you <333

-of course if you played the extended demo, you know he loves to praise mc, right? Oh man now can you just imagine the power he has??? Mr. Jack will use that for basically anything like to condition mc to go back to him...sort of like pavlov's experiment.

-now, if you uno reverse poor jackie boy...the outcomes is without fail, so good. he'd be all flush and whiney, immediately just do everything he can just to be told he's good. he's not above groveling. just to hear mc call him "good boy" makes him into a puddle of jello.

-now putting into perspective of joseph/jack...one's weakness doesn't go away when they transform. the weakness is the filthiest sloppy toppy mc can give. it doesn't even have to be that good, pretty sure especially jack would just love seeing how excited mc is to give it...he's about to blow no matter what...

-he loves giving head, favorite thing ever to do. sure he can stick it in...but why would he do that when he can give mc the best head they've ever had in their life??? he has to make mc nut (i hate how i have to use that) at least, like 2-3x before he even Considers helping himself. what a gentleman.

-is 100% okay with letting mc top. proper equipment or bought equipment, doesn't matter, he would be so proud of mc. the entire time he's getting absolutely demolished and ravaged by mc, he's still praising them, telling how good they feel, and how good they are to him.

-obviously we've seen how he tops, how he absolutely loves tearing mc apart and putting them back together again...he just adores watching mc's face as they get closer and closer to the edge. the best pleasure for him is to see mc getting the pleasure they deserve

-most def a tease. he always wants to please mc, don't get him wrong. but also he loves how borderline delirious he's made mc, making them work hard and 'earn it'...of course his rewards is so delicious.

-now if mc would flip the table on him...he'd be putty in their hands...and he would be pouting the entire time. being unable to do anything but just sweetly beg for some release off his c*ck...

-if mc says anything about how big he is...it's a wrap. jack is not egotistical in the slightest, but he will no forget what mc said. will be thinking about it Forever

-we all know the premise of the game, he's so possessive it's safe to assume he'd leave Marks all over mc's body. only stops putting it in visible places when mc complains how many times parents scolded them for leaving the apartment like that

Here's a bit softer hc's i think:

-loves when mc and him laugh during s*x...it makes him so elated that even when mc is asleep, he replays the memory in his head over and over again

-he's been locked in that tape for so long...of course he's touch starved. this man Yearns for any form of affection.

-genuinely loves to get to know mc, their favorite music, and pictures, and just everything, it makes him so happy to know everything about mc

-going back to about how he wants so much affection and attention...literally is the epitome of when someone says "i want to crawl into their skin, that's the only way i can be close enough"...yea that's him. cannot stand being without mc's touch for a second.

-loves when mc does small...nothings. like simple things that most people would just skip over. take for granted...not him, not jack. jack would worship everything that mc does.

last one:

-jack/joseph love fat mc. like big belly, smaller belly, whatever. apron belly? muffin top? they eat that shit up daily. chef's kiss thank you for coming to my ted talk

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tw: nsfw, mdni

Chapter Seven

Two weeks later

Sex, food, and sleep. That was all Butcher and I participated in. Rarely did we leave the bed, except for a daily shower, which Butcher insisted we take together. Though I was never one to complain, especially when he held me firm against the shower wall with my legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked me hard and fast.

"Good girl. Such a good girl for me," he'd praise as I lost control in his arms, gushing all over his length the second he told me to. In the past, I had been vehemently against taking directions from anyone. But, as soon as Butcher looked at me with his deep, hazel eyes, asking me if I wanted "Daddy to take care of me," I was putty in his hands, yearning to obey his every command.

Every night, we'd hear from MM, Hughie, Frenchie, and Kimiko, stating that they were ok and out of harms way. MM and Hughie had crossed the border into Ontario unscathed, except for Hughie's tragic fall, which I still found hilarious, and Frenchie and Kimiko had driven to New Jersey. Apparently, Kimiko had discovered the reality show, The Real Housewives of New Jersey and had begged Frenchie to take her to the state where it all takes place.

Butcher and I assured the rest of the group that we were safe as well, living as Ed's only guests in his small inn. And since we were his only tenants, Ed had taken the opportunity to show off his baking skills, making us anything from chocolate scones to apple tarts. According to Ed, he had learned it all from his late wife, Edna, and found comfort in recreating her original recipes.

Butcher wasn't one to coo over sweet stories from Ed's fifty-year marriage, but the baked treats kept him satisfied and uncharacteristically docile compared to his usual irritated personality.

"How much longer do we have to lay low?" I inquired on a Monday night during our third week at the inn. "I'm getting restless; I want to go see the town and walk around."

"Oi, Have I not been keepin’ ya’ busy?" Butcher asked, mildly insulted as he tore his eyes from the small TV in Ed's quaint living room on the first floor. We were watching reruns of old noir films, cuddled up on a pink settee.

My cheeks heated as I nestled further into his side, leaning my head on his shoulder. "No, you've done an excellent job at that...but I'm feeling a bit like a vampire. I miss the sun," I whined.

"Dontcha worry, Ella, you'll see the sun again." Butcher rubbed his hand up and down my arm, keeping me warm as a New Hampshire blizzard blew outside.

"Ella? Who in the hell is Ella? Fuck, I knew you had a side piece.”

"I'm talkin’ about the bird from that vampire show you and Kimiko watch all the bloody time," he replied.

I rolled my eyes as I breathed out a laugh. "You mean Elena? And the show is called The Vampire Diaries, for your information."

"Eh, Ella sounds better," Butcher shrugged.

I turned to him, a bemused look on my face. "Oh, really? Do you wish my name was Ella? No wonder you rarely call me by my name. You don't even like it."

"Come now, love. I see what you're doin’, tryin’ to get me all riled up. Well, it ain't gonna work unless ya’ want a very long trip over my knee."

I couldn't stop the way my legs rubbed together, seeking friction after hearing Butcher's threat. He'd already had me twice that day. But what can I say? I suppose Butcher was right, and I was insatiable.

"Sorry, Daddy," I said, pawing at his chest as I stared at him doe-eyed.

"That's it," he grumbled, standing from the small sofa and dragging me with him. "You asked for it, doll. Good luck sittin’ tomorrow."

I giggled in anticipation as we began to exit the living room, but Ed appeared in the doorway, halting us in our tracks.

"Oh, I was worried you folks had retired for the night. I just finished this fresh batch of brownies, and I simply could not wait for you to try them," Ed beamed, holding a tray chock full of chocolate squares with steam rising from them to prove they had just left the oven.

"Uh, sure. Of course. Sounds lovely, Ed. You're so generous, always offering us your wonderful sweets," I said kindly as Butcher and I retraced our steps back to the settee. Butcher discretely slipped a pillow into his lap to hide the tent forming in his pants.

"One for you, Mr. Butcher, and one for you, Mrs. Butcher," Ed said, extending the tray in front of us so we could each select a brownie. I still wasn't used to being called Mrs. Butcher, and I made sure to turn my head so Butcher wouldn't see how flustered I got.

"I'll tell ya’, Ed. If you keep feedin’ us like this, the misses and I will have to wrap up the honeymoon. I'm afraid she'll divorce me if I go up another size in me trousers." Butcher joked before stuffing half of the chocolate treat into his mouth.

Ed tittered," Speaking of the honeymoon, you all never told me about the wedding. Or how you met, for that matter. I'm sure it's a beautiful story."

I looked at Butcher to take the lead. We hadn't planned out a story ahead of time, so I was waiting to see what improvisation he had up his sleeve.

"Well, gov, where should we start?" Butcher asked, having already finished his dessert when I hadn't even taken a bite of mine yet.

Ed thought for a moment before his face brightened. "The engagement! Oh, tell me about the engagement. How did you propose, Mr. Butcher?"

I stayed watching Butcher as he brushed excess brownie crumbs from his lap and began to speak.

"Well, my girl here loves to see those Broadway shows. So, on the night of our second anniversary, we drove into the city to see her favorite one. What was the name of the play again, love?"

Realizing it was my turn to take the reigns, I sat up straighter, looking at Ed. "Phantom of the Opera. I always thought the show was so romantic, and Billy here definitely took advantage of that."

"That's for sure," Butcher chuckled, placing a hand on my thigh and rubbing it affectionately. "After the show, I took her to The Plaza for drinks. Then, I led her to one of their balconies, where I had hundreds of red roses set up. It was there on that balcony, under the moonlight, that I got down on me knee and asked her to be my wife."

"I didn't even give him a chance to finish the question before I was screaming, 'Yes! Yes!' over and over again," I laughed. "There was no need to think it through. I knew he was the one the moment I met him."

"Isn't that just precious," Ed declared, looking between the both of us with a wide smile. "I know two soulmates when I see them, and there's no doubt that you both were fated to be together."

"I certainly think so," I mumbled as Butcher and my eyes met. We gazed at each other as thick tension bloomed between us. If it weren't for Ed's constant feedback, I would've forgotten he was in the room with us.

A faint ding from the kitchen broke the bubble around Butcher and me, and he casually cleared his throat as I focused on eating my dessert.

"Oh, that's the oven timer!" Ed exclaimed, jumping up from his lazy-boy recliner. "That means my second batch of brownies is done."

"As it so happens," Butcher stood, stretching his arms. "Me and the misses outta turn in for the night."

"Of course, of course. You folks have a lovely evening, and like always, don't hesitate to come find me if you need anything at all."

Butcher and I nodded our thanks and watched Ed scurry from the room on a mission to rescue his brownies from burning in the oven.

"He's adorable," I commented as Butcher followed me up the short flight of stairs to the second floor. "I'm going to feel bad when we leave. He's going to be all alone."

"Dontcha worry, doll. He'll have other guests," Butcher assured me, holding our bedroom door open as I waltzed past him over the threshold.

I hummed faintly, thinking of poor, soon-to-be lonely Ed as I stripped off my clothes and readied myself for bed. A quiet settled over the both of us as I rummaged through Butcher's drawer in the dresser, looking for a shirt of his to steal.

When I turned towards the bed, donned in a dark blue Hawaiian shirt decorated with tall palm trees, I caught the man himself, standing on the other side of the bed, lost in thought.

"Everything alright?" I asked, pulling the covers on the bed back in order to dive under them.

"Yeah, darlin’. S’all good," he mumbled as he unbuttoned his shirt, letting it drape over the back of the desk chair.

"You sure?" I pressed as gently as I could. "You know you can tell me anything, right? I mean, if this relationship is going to work, we need to be able to communicate comfortably with each other. So, if there's something on your mind," I painted on a small smile of encouragement. "I'm all ears."

Butcher regarded me for a moment before turning around, and I surveyed the tension cascading down his back.

Concerned, I abandoned the bedding and circled the bed, coming to stand in front of Butcher.

"Don't hide from me," I whispered, "Please, Billy."

Butcher wrapped his arms around my back to pull me close, and I leaned into his chest and pressed a kiss over his heart, wanting to stop it from beating so erratically. He sighed at the affection and rested his cheek against the top of my head.

He didn't speak, so I took his lead and remained silent as well. If this was the comfort Butcher needed at the moment, then damnit I wasn't moving from this spot until my legs gave out.

Eventually, my eyes drifted close as I relaxed in Butcher's hold. I had come very close to falling asleep standing up when he finally spoke. I didn't know how long we had been standing there in each other's arms, but I disregarded that thought as I focused on Butcher's words, which were barely loud enough for me to hear.

"I stopped wearing me ring around my neck.”

He didn't continue after that, and I wondered if he was waiting for me to acknowledge his statement.

"Oh," I mumbled, my mouth muffled by his chest.

I didn't want to hinder the rest of his confession if there was anything left of it, that is, so I all but held my breath. It was like walking on eggshells, but even the toughest of men sometimes needed to be handled delicately.

"I took it off the night we got here after ya’ fell asleep. Didn’t think it was right to ask ya’ to be my girl when I was wearin’ it."

"Oh," I said again, feeling terribly lost for words.

"I don't-" Butcher hesitated. "I don't even know why I was wearin’ it. For safekeepin’, I suppose. But what was I keepin’ it safe for?"

"Do you ever wonder?" I asked cautiously, pulling back from Butcher's hold to look up at him. "If she'll come back? The police never found a body. Maybe, subconsciously or something, you were holding onto it in case she ever returned."

"She ain’t comin’ back, petal," Butcher whispered, stroking my cheek. "But it's ok. I've moved on. That's why I got rid of the bloody scrap of metal. How can I focus on the future if I'm still holdin’ onto the past?"

I nodded, contemplating what Butcher said as I bit the inside of my cheek. I wanted to ask if, in the extraordinary event that Becca came back from the presumed dead, Butcher would put his ring back on. They were married for eight years, almost a decade, for goodness sake. Why would he throw all that away for someone like me, who he's been in a relationship with for two goddamn weeks?

But I didn't want to beat a dead horse, and I had a feeling that that's I would be doing should I voice my concern. Butcher cared for me too much to admit that he'd leave me for his reincarnated wife.

"But speakin’ of movin’ on," Butcher stated, pulling me from my rambling thoughts. "I want ya’ to be the one I move on with."

"What do you mean?" I cocked my head. Isn't that what was already happening since he'd asked me to be in an established relationship?

"Well, I guess all that talk down there with Ed tonight got me thinkin’ about things. About us. About our future."

"Our future?"

"Yeah."

"What would a future for us look like?" I ran a hand down his bare chest.

"Well, after we kill every evil supe cunt that's ever walked this bleedin’ earth, I thought we could get married."

Butcher peered at me intently to gauge my reaction as he broke the barrier on the subject of marriage.

I rolled my lips together as my eyes nervously found his. "You're not like proposing now, are you? Because I've got to say, you really set the bar high with that bullshit proposal story you told Ed down there."

Butcher chuckled, "No, darlin’, m’not proposin’. What kind of a wanker proposes without a ring? All I'm sayin’ is that after all this shite is over, I want us to be together. Long haul and all that."

The side of my mouth curved up as I listened to Butcher describe his dreams.

"We could buy a nice fuck off house in the country somewhere, you know? So we can finally get some peace, and you can go outside and see the sun whenever ya’ like,” Butcher continued.

"And, if you're up for it, we could start a family."

I had to work hard at swallowing the lump in my throat as Butcher's hand came to rest on my lower stomach, both of us imagining what a little bump would look like there—proof of our devotion to each other.

"Billy," I croaked as my eyes burned with unshed tears.

"Ya’ don't gotta say anythin’ right now, love. I don't wantcha to feel pressured into-"

"No," I interrupted. "No, I want that, Billy. I want all of it. Everything you said. I want to marry you and build a home with you."

I placed my hand over Butcher's, which was still on my belly. "I want to have a baby with you."

I lost control of my tears, and they fell freely over my cheeks. I saw Butcher's eyes fill with his own emotion, and he swiped my tears away before bringing me in for a kiss.

"I love you," he whispered against my lips, and I inhaled sharply, pressing my mouth harder against his.

The kiss was heated, filled with emotions and confessions that we were finally letting free.

I drew back as I traced my fingers over every beautiful line on Butcher's face. "I love you too. So much."

"Fuck, I don't deserve ya’," Butcher shook his head, now swallowing a lump that was in his own throat. Unable to say anything, he brought his mouth back down to mine, wanting to express his feelings physically if he couldn't do it audibly.

"Want you," I plead as Butcher's mouth traveled down my neck, sucking and nipping to mark me as his. "Need you."

"I'm gonna ruin you," Butcher promised, voice like gravel. "I'm gonna fuckin’ ruin ya’ for every other fucking man."

I had no problem with that, and I jumped, wrapping my legs around his middle, groaning when both his hands groped my ass, kneading the soft flesh.

Butcher threw me down on the bed before unzipping his dark jeans. I followed his lead and unbuttoned my shirt, tossing the clump of fabric to the end of the bed, totally forgotten.

"Take them off," Butcher instructed, pointing a finger toward my white lace panties.

"Yes, Daddy," I obeyed, pushing my hips up to easily slide the underwear over my thighs and down my legs, never breaking eye contact with Butcher the entire time.

"Look attcha, followin’ Daddy's orders," Butcher uttered possesively, leaning over my frame, causing me to lay down on the bed so he could tower over me. "But s’not because you're a good girl, is it? No, it's because you're a needy little whore who's so desperate for Daddy's cock that you'd do absolutely anythin’. That's the truth, ain’t it, doll?"

I gripped the sheets as I felt my core clench around nothing, desperate to be filled to the brim.

"I think I asked ya’ a question, sweetheart," Butcher said, running his hand down my neck before wrapping his long fingers around my throat, physically stating his dominance over me.

"Yes, Daddy, it's the truth," I mewled, beginning to pant as if I were a bitch in heat, preening to be fucked.

"And what truth is that?" Butcher pressed, applying pressure to my neck, cutting off the blood flow to my brain. My head grew fuzzy, and a dopy smile covered my face as I gave Butcher the answer he was waiting for.

"I'm a needy little whore who's desperate for your cock, Daddy."

"Fuckin’ look at ya’.” Butcher observed my body. "I bet you'd let me do anythin’ to you, huh? Just Daddy's little toy who he can fuck however he wants."

I wrapped my legs around Butcher's waist and ground up into the hard-on he was sporting through his boxers.

"Did I say you could do that, princess?" Butcher reached around to smack the side of my thigh. The lasting sting caused me to moan, pressing harder against his covered shaft and relishing in the friction against my throbbing clit.

"Can't wait," I whined, blinking up at him helplessly. I was beyond the point of being embarrassed at how pathetic I looked.

"God, you really are a slut. I can feel ya’ makin’ a mess all over me fuckin’ boxers. Eh, drop your legs," Butcher slapped my leg again and I reluctantly let them fall against the mattress, but that didn't stop my hips from lifting off of the bed to find something to hump like a desperate pup.

Butcher slipped his boxers off and threw them somewhere behind him, not caring where they ended up, and wrapped a hand around his length, veins bulging and weighty balls hanging below.

"Show me your pretty cunt, sweetheart," Butcher said, and he barely got his request out before I spread my legs for me, pushing my sopping pussy up toward his face.

Butcher dragged his red tip that was already leaking pre-cum through my folds, and a broken sob left my mouth. "Please don't tease me."

Butcher repeated the same action until real tears began dripping down my face. "I'm serious, Butcher. Please, I can't fucking take it."

Butcher glared at me before grabbing my hips harshly and slamming his cock into my cunt. I gasped at the sudden intrusion and braced my hands on his shoulders to steady myself.

"That's not my fuckin’ name, doll," Butcher whispered darkly in my ear as he began to fuck me harshly.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, I'm sorry," I all but yelled as I hung on tight as Butcher rammed into me unrelentingly.

I reached down to circle my clit, and as a result, squeezed Butcher's length, letting him know that I was going to finish sooner than expected.

"Fuck, you're already close? My girl is more pathetic than I thought," Butcher chuckled.

I could barely process the shame from getting off on being so degraded due to Butcher slapping my hand away so he could work my clit himself.

"Are you gonna come, sweet girl? Cuz I'm gonna come too. And ya’ know what?" Butcher leaned his head down to whisper in my ear again. "I'm not gonna pull out."

My head slammed back against the pillow as my eyes screwed shut.

"I'm gonna come so fuckin’ deep in this cunt that you'll never question who ya’ belong to. You are mine. My girl. My wife. The mother of my children-"

Butcher's hips stuttered, and I felt hot ropes of his cum coat my walls.

My mouth opened wide in a silent scream as I pulsed around his cock, my slick streaming onto the bed sheets as I came, almost violently.

My body was covered in pins and needles as Butcher took deep breaths while coaching me on how to do the same.

"Breath for my, sweetheart," Butcher encouraged, rubbing a hand over my stomach.

"That's it," he said in approval when I took a full breath, filling my lungs with much-needed oxygen. "Good girl. Doin’ such a good job for me."

Butcher waited a couple of minutes before pulling his softening length out. Then, he climbed off the bed and pulled his boxers back on.

"Stay right there, doll. I'll be back in a jiffy." Butcher kissed me on the forehead, and I mumbled unintentionally in response.

He walked into the bathroom, and I heard the sink begin to run.

I didn't have to wait long before Butcher returned with a damp washcloth in hand. He knelt at the foot of the bed and pulled my legs apart, all sexual intentions gone, only the idea of aftercare on his mind.

The warm cloth against my skin was healing, and I felt a fatigue take over my body.

"I'm sleepy," I mumbled.

"Good. That means I wore ya’ out," Butcher teased, standing to take the used washcloth back into the bathroom.

I sat up and retrieved Butcher's shirt, slipping it back over my tired body, yawning as I did so.

When Butcher appeared again, he ducked under the sheets. I didn't hesitate to nestle up to his side, and I made a soft sound of contentment when he pulled me onto his chest.

My ear rested over his heart, and I smiled when I felt it beat slow and steady, unlike how it raced earlier. I was happy to know Butcher was at ease and void of his previous anxiety. And if I had something to do with that, well, I guess that would explain the butterflies tumbling in my stomach.

Butcher ran a hand through my hair, twirling the strands and lightly scratching my scalp as he attempted to lull me into a soothing slumber.

I was almost asleep when a bang rang out downstairs, and as a complete parallel to our first morning here, Butcher and I shot up in bed, gazing at each other, alarmed.

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Enid's Birthday.

For Enid's birthday Wednesday takes Enid to place where she can meet and interreact with rescued Otters. Enid's squeals of unfiltered, pure and utter joy when she meets her first one renders Wednesday's heart like putty. The way tears fill her eyes as she's handed one of the otters because of how cute they are makes Wednesday yearn for Enid more than she knew she could feel. Of course the Otters love Enid, they can sense she is a Werewolf, a Predator but they know they're not prey and that they're safe with such a powerful creature in their midst. Wednesday discreetly takes pictures of Enid as she coo's and cuddles them.

As they get ready to leave Enid gets emotional because she's already grown attached to them.

Wednesday: Did you enjoy your day with the Otters Enid?

Enid: Yeah! I love them! (She says as she looks back sadly. Before jogging back over to pet all of them one more time which Wednesday knew was going to happen) Wednesday: My Wolf - It's time to go.

Enid: (Walks back over with her jacket zipped up.) Thank you for today Wends... It was the best birthday I have ever had (With heart eyes)

Wednesday can't do nothing more than nod numbly, Enid's gaze paralyzing her. She takes two steps forward before looking back at Enid, eyes narrowed suspiciously. Enid looks far too innocent for her liking, not making eye contact under her scrutiny.

Wednesday: Enid... put the Otter back.

Enid: (Whining) HOW DID YOU KNOW?! (She unzips her jacket to reveal an Otter inside the inside pocket of her jacket)

Wednesday: Enid I know you and you are anything but subtle

Enid: Lies! Wednesday: Enid your side of our room is what Satan would concoct for me in Hell.

Enid: (With a smug grin) You said to me that Hell would be your Heaven. You saying I'm your idea of Heaven? (Winking)

Wednesday:

Wednesday: (Realising she has inadvertently confessed to Enid that her room and thus Enid by association is her idea of Heaven.)

Wednesday:

Wednesday: Shit.

[camels-pen]

a gift (not a burden)

Ao3 Link | Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

Chapter 2: Stay with me to the end

Alabasta came and went. It felt like they’d been there months, though it was nowhere near that long. Vivi and Carue stayed behind, a predictable if saddening outcome. Robin, a scary woman that could snap Usopp’s neck in his sleep, was allowed to join with hardly a thought as was typical with this crew. 

And, worst of all, now that the danger had passed and Vivi’s country was saved, they were left with plenty of down time as they sailed to the next island. 

Plenty of time for all those pesky feelings and thoughts to rear their ugly heads from the depths that Usopp shoved them in. Plenty of time for Sanji to—

Usopp frantically shook his head.

No—No, it was fine. Great, even! He needed the rest from all these dangerous adventures; they were terrible for his heart. That’s why he finished his breakfast in a flash and took over morning watch, afterall. He needed time to himself, away from the crazy monsters on the ship. He wasn’t running from anyone in particular, no, he just needed to… regroup! Yes, that was it. Usopp just needed to regroup. Refocus his strategy. Re-establish his plan.

Usopp stared at the empty notebook in his hand. A seagull cried in the distance.

Okay, so he never did have a plan for this, but how was he supposed to know that Sanji would ever find out?! Usopp had a system! A perfect system! A (mostly) Luffy-proof system!

And it was ruined! All because Sanji had to have magical fingers that made Usopp putty in his hands.

If Usopp weren’t avoiding—er, regrouping, he would give Sanji a piece of his mind for ruining his system. Stupid, beautiful, kindhearted Sanji. Always ruining his carefully concocted plans.

He pressed a hand to his chest, drawing circles in his overalls.

Stupid Sanji.

A cleared throat made Usopp jump, nearly sending his notebook flying out of the crow’s nest.

“Cook’s being insufferable,” Zoro said, taking a seat with his arms behind his head. 

“R-Really?” Usopp laughed, the sound strained. “Well, you’re more than welcome to hide up here with me! Ah, not that I’m hiding. Why would I be hiding? I’ve got nothing to hide, Zoro, what are you talking about? Ha ha ha.”

Zoro gave a deadpan stare. “Like peas in a pod.”

“Hey—”

He settled back against the mast, closing his eyes. “You two just need to talk about your soulmarks and you’ll be fine. ‘Course he’s too busy twisting himself in knots worrying about something new every five minutes.”

Usopp had a moment to feel surprised—to feel utterly shocked at the fact that Sanji was acting like Usopp himself usually did—before shouting, “Wait, did he tell—?!”

“Anyone with common sense could figure it out. Cook just doesn’t have any.”

Usopp sat back, breathing a big sigh of relief. He would’ve rather Zoro didn’t notice—nor anyone else, for that matter—but as long as Sanji stayed ignorant…

Ah, but that ship had sailed, hadn’t it?

Usopp slumped back against the wall. “The whole reason he’s being ‘insufferable’ is because he saw my mark.” He laughed, the sound a bitter, shaky thing. “I’m pretty sure he’d kill me if I tried to talk to him about how his precious woman-loving self was stuck with a man for a life partner.” His hands grabbed a fistful of his pants. “And even if he could get over being soulmates with a man, he’d still have to accept being stuck with someone like me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Usopp’s hands tightened their grip. “Usopp, you’ve got it twisted. You’re too good for him, not the other way around.”

“You’re just saying that because you don’t like him.”

“Usopp.”

“It’s true!” He dragged his bandana down over his eyes and whined. “He’s probably kicking holes in the wall just thinking about it and I’m gonna be next!” Oh, how Usopp yearned for Sanji to get knocked out so hard that he forgot everything that happened a couple weeks ago. It wasn’t likely to happen before Usopp got murdered in the near future, but a man can dream.

“Then how about this: if you talk to him and he tries to kick you,”—Zoro flicked part of his sword out of its sheath—“I’ll kill him.”

Usopp slowly put his head in his hands. “Thanks, Zoro. That is so very helpful.”

“I mean it.”

“Yes, yes, you’re always willing to try and kill Sanji.”

“No, I mean,”—Usopp looked up, catching Zoro’s steady gaze—“you need to talk to him.”

A lie sat on the tip of his tongue. Easy and automatic. It was so very tempting, to complain of never before seen illnesses and fantastical wonders. Obstacles so bizarre and impossible to overcome that Zoro would have to let Usopp run away from it all as much as he’d like.

It was right there. Waiting for him.

Zoro still stared.

Usopp sighed, hanging his head. 

—

He didn’t have the time to dwell on it, what with saving Vivi’s country, saying farewell, and welcoming the lovely Miss Robin on their ship. Now that they were back to sailing the Grand Line, however, it all came back full force.

It had to have been Sanji’s mark. It had to be, right? Right. It had to. It had to.

But then, why hide it? Why not tell him from the start? They could’ve talked about it. Could’ve swapped discovery stories. Sanji would’ve showed off his own mark more clearly, let Usopp touch and hold and examine it as much as he wanted.

Did Usopp not… not want him? Think him inadequate somehow? 

Was he disgusted by the fact he was paired with a man? Of course he was, who was Sanji kidding; anyone would be disgusted by that. Men weren’t supposed to be with other men, weren’t supposed to be dainty, weren’t supposed to be homosexual.

Why did the world have to work this way? Why did Sanji have to work this way? To be so tempted by women and men at every turn. To be so disgusting as to infect even his soulmate with such a disgraceful thing. 

Was it just another failure written into his DNA? Something that would follow him for the rest of his life? It was already unbearable before, unacceptable, but now it was suffocating, filling up his lungs as if—

“Sanji, the pot.”

He jumped, cursing as he quickly pulled the smoking pot off the stove, then cursing again as his wrist bumped the burning metal. The pot dropped to the counter with a CLANG as Sanji shook his hand out, quickly moving to run it under cold water.

“Sorry—sorry Robin, dear,” he mumbled, the rushing water nearly drowning him out. He grimaced at the acrid smell filling the galley as he rubbed his wrist under the spray. “Did you want a refill?”

“No thank you, Mr. Cook.” Her eyes flicked once to the countertop, then back to him. “Something on your mind?”

He followed her gaze, a little embarrassed at his rookie mistake, when he noticed a cigarette teetering on the edge of the counter. 

Did he pull one from his box? 

He tapped his breast pocket and found it empty. 

On the edge of his vision, an arm sprouted from the wall, picking up the familiar cardboard from a spot behind the burnt pot. 

Huh. So he did.

He stared at the crushed little thing. 

Unlit and unusable. 

Unwanted and unloved.

A hand found his shoulder. “Mr. Cook?”

He swallowed heavily. “Not… not using my name, like earlier?”

“You didn’t answer the first few times I spoke.”

Sanji hung his head. “Ah, I see. I didn’t mean to ignore you, my dear, I was just…”

A silence fell over them. The hand vanished with the smell of fallen petals.

“Would you like help?”

Sanji stiffened. He should accept—it wouldn’t do to refuse a lady, but—

“With the pot, I mean.”

Sanji breathed a sigh of relief. “No need to worry, I can handle that myself. I had to do it a lot when I was younger. I’m used to it.”

With that, he grabbed a sponge and set himself upon the task. Pot first, spiraling thoughts later.

Pot first. Pot first. Pot first.

“Mr. Cook.”

Just put everything else in a little box like you always do—just shove it in there, ignore it, put it away.

The pot clanged against the counter once more, wobbling back and forth as he registered a strong grip around his wrists, holding them in the air. There were arms sprouted from his elbows, holding each wrist with a tea towel. Belatedly, Sanji registered an itchy burning on his knuckles.

A new hand caught the pot handle. The sponge slipped from Sanji’s grasp with a plop.

“I believe it should cool off first, Mr. Cook,” Robin said. “We don’t want you harming your hands.”

The butter and garlic were a stark, crackling black on an otherwise pristine pot. A mar—a flaw so stark and obvious that anyone could see it despite its vain attempts to hide behind thin metal walls.

“You know, I’ve been told I’m quite good at keeping secrets.”

Patethically thin metal walls. The kind of cookware that ended up with several irreparable cracks and holes when used in a specific environment. 

One of them being polite conversation with a prying lady.

“I’m also skilled with a knife.”

The tension sapped from his body, leaving him nearly limp with relief. He made to refuse again, but paused as that same itchy heat prickled up his hand. 

Robin took up a cutting board.

—

“Okay, just go up and tell him. Just get it over with, get threatened, and then scream for Zoro when he tries to kill you,” Usopp whispered to himself, pacing back and forth in front of the galley door. “You stared down a guy who called himself a god; this is nothing! Just a few words, one mean look, and you’re gone! Outta there. Donezo. Nothing else required.”

He slowly turned his gaze to the door. A glimpse of blond hair had him ducking with a pounding heart.

“O-Or I could forget about all this, pretend it never happened, and hope Sanji eventually moves on from wanting to maim me.” He nodded to himself. “Yes, solid plan Captain Usopp. We’ll tell Zoro it was a valiant effort, but—”

“Tell Zoro what was a valiant effort?”

Usopp froze. Mechanically, he turned just enough to see Sanji’s face and check that the galley door was, indeed, open. “Oh. Hi, Sanji. I did not see you there. I was just doing Zoro a favour with my new dials.” He swiftly turned to leave. “I will stop bothering you now—”

A heavy hand clapped his shoulder. “Hold it.”

Usopp did his best not to squeak. The weight on his shoulder lightened with a sigh. “I’m not going to fillet you, just… come inside. We need to talk.”

Usopp laughed robotically. “Well, you see. Sanji. I really need to finish up that favour for Zoro. So. We will have to talk some other time.”

He was ready to make a break for it then, take advantage of Sanji’s loosening grip to pull out his patented Usopp Dash and cower in the boys’ dorm—hell, maybe even pay up a handful of berri to hide in the girls’ dorm—but then…

“Please?”

Even before seeing his matching mark, Usopp had never been able to turn down one of Sanji’s requests.

He followed Sanji inside, head hung and dragging his feet as if he were off to the gallows. He might as well be, with the fate that was awaiting him the moment he opened his mouth.

Sanji waited for him to close the door before whirling around and tightly gripping his shoulders. Usopp braced himself to get knee’d in the face. 

“I’m a burnt pot.”

A what? “A what?”

“A burnt pot.”

Usopp stared at Sanji. 

Sanji stared back.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“The walls are thin, Usopp.”

“Are you worried someone’s gonna listen in on us?”

“No, I—” Sanji groaned, pulling away to drag a hand down his face. “Look, I’m like a crumpled cigarette.”

Usopp put the back of his hand to Sanji’s forehead. “It doesn’t feel like a fever.”

Sanji slapped his hand away, a scowl on his face. “Will you cut that shit out? I’m trying to be sincere here.”

“Are you?” The words slipped from his mouth without a thought, but Usopp already knew the answer. He saw it written in the deep bags under Sanji’s eyes, the empty mugs and fresh coffee stains on the tablecloth, the way his hands jittered. “Did you sleep at all—?”

“I’m sorry.”

Usopp blinked. “You’re… sorry?”

Sanji looked away. “I must’ve scared you off that time in the bath, right? I get it… and I’m sorry.”

Usopp furrowed his brow. He didn’t remember anything beside his overwhelming panic at the time. “Your face didn’t scare me off, if that’s what you mean.”

“No, it’s—” He made a noise of frustration. “I fucked you up.”

Usopp inched a foot backwards. “Did you kick me so hard I forgot about it?”

“I didn’t kicked you! God,”—Sanji ran a hand down his face—“don’t make me spell it out.”

“If you’re gonna keep talking nonsense, then yes, please spell out whatever you’re trying to say.”

Sanji whined. Honest to god whined. 

Usopp held up his hands. “If it’s that bad, you don’t have to tell me, in fact we can just pretend this never happened and—”

“I’m sorry I turned you gay.”

A slow, rolling anger started to well up inside Usopp. In a low, dangerous voice, he said, “Excuse me?”

“I’ve been like this for as long as I can remember,” Sanji quickly added. “Don’t know when it started, but I’d been doing pretty good ignoring it or at least making sure other people didn’t notice. Everything was going pretty great until you guys showed up at the Baratie. Then all of a sudden it got worse and—and I kept it quiet, no one noticed, but…”

Usopp didn’t want to try to parse what he was saying. He wanted to give him a piece of his mind, tear into him. He wanted to—

Sanji sniffled. He looked about ready to cry.

Usopp deflated with a sigh.

“I’ve never really cared about who I crushed on.” Usopp took a seat at the table, suddenly tired down to his bones. “Guys, girls, people who were neither. The outside never really mattered.” He put his cheek in his hand and circled the edge of an empty mug with the tip of his finger. “You didn’t ‘infect me’ or anything, I’ve been like this the whole time. Besides, weren’t you given the soulmate shtick too?”

“Shtick?”

“You know,”—Usopp waved a hand—“how they’re supposed to be really important to you or really similar or whatever. People love to say it’s all about romance, but it doesn’t have to be, if you don’t want that.”

“What if I do want it?” Sanji blurted.

“Bold words from someone who was just apologizing for ‘turning me gay’.”

“I’m serious, I…” He knelt at Usopp’s side. “Usopp, please look at me.”

He sighed, but obliged. “Don’t see how this is going… to…” Usopp trailed off, surprise filling him at the tear tracks staining Sanji’s cheeks, the hopeful look in his eye.

“When I woke up next to you in the galley the other day and saw burns matching mine—when I finally got to the top of that shitty flying ship and you were covered in new burns and that fucking ‘god’ ruined your escape, I…” He reached out a hand, pausing to leave it hovering between them. Usopp didn’t move. Sanji gently cradled his cheek.. “I was terrified. I thought I’d lose the chance to tell you before I’d figured things out.” 

His eyes pinched. “No. More than that, I was just terrified to lose you, Usopp. I’d live the rest of my life just being your friend if it meant I could still spend every day of it by your side.” He rubbed his thumb over Usopp’s cheek. Softly, tenderly. “But I want to be more than that, if you’ll let me.”

“You haven’t slept.” Usopp put his hand over Sanji’s own. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

Sanji brought his free hand up to Usopp’s other cheek. “Usopp, I know it’ll be hard for you to trust me—hell, I wouldn’t trust me—but please, give me a chance.”

He was forcing himself. He had to be. He was so caught up with the idea of soulmates that he didn’t care who or what he was matched with. He just wanted to blindly follow whatever the universe and adults told him growing up. 

Usopp swallowed around the lump in his throat. “We have time.” Sanji’s brow furrowed and Usopp rushed to add, “Y-You don’t have to force yourself into this just because of a mark. Take your time and think it over.” 

“But… but we’re supposed to—”

There it is, Usopp thought as he plastered on a smile. “We’re already good friends, isn’t that enough?” It had to be enough. “And I’m not telling you to forget about it, just make sure that it’s what you really want.”

A pause. Not long, but long enough. “What about you?”

Usopp waved a hand, laughing like his heart wasn’t splitting in two. “I’ve never believed in all that soulmate stuff. Sure I was curious who had my mark, but that was it.” He shook his head with a sigh, forcing his voice steady. “Don’t know why everyone’s always so caught up on forcing it to be romantic.”

“I… I suppose it’s… possible to have a friend as a soulmate….”

“That settles it.” Usopp pushed himself up from the table and went for the door. “Good talk, Sanji! Let me know when you’ve got an answer.” Please please, let that be never. “I’m going to enjoy the sunshine while it’s still around. Oh, Luffy might barge in the moment I open the door though, he was complaining about being hungry earlier—”

—

“Wait.”

Usopp turned around, still wearing that fake ass smile. Fuck. 

He clenched his fist. “Usopp, if you—”

“Tell anyone I’ll meet the business end of your shoe? I know that much, Sanji.”

Sanji’s lips thinned. “You didn’t answer my question.”

He shrugged. Sanji saw the tremble in his shoulders. “You’ve gotta know what you want—what you really want—before asking me that, Sanji.”

What he wanted? He wanted to be with his soulmate. To—To finally find the soul he was meant to be with, the person who he could love and cherish and dote on as much as he’d like. To find his other half. 

“I know you like the idea of soulmates,” Usopp said. “I get it, I do. But do you like the idea of me?”

Sanji reared back, as if struck. “Usopp, you have my mark—”

“There, see?” His facade cracked at the edges. “You’re not in it for me. You only see your mark on my chest.”

That—no, Sanji wasn’t—he cared about Usopp. They were best friends! Crewmates! Sanji would do anything to see him safe and happy and well fed! What was wrong with exploring things further? With taking a chance at making good times even better? It had nothing to do with marks and soulmates and following a pre-determined destiny.

Sanji wanted to speak those words—or any number of others that would get Usopp to understand, to listen, to wait—but it all dried up on the tip of his tongue, insincere and insensitive.

Usopp’s shoulders sagged, his eyes falling downcast. “Just. Think about it, okay?”

Still knelt in front of the table, Sanji watched as Usopp quietly left the galley, a swell of guilt in his chest and knowing exactly where he went wrong. 

[catmansquad]

Drive (Excerpt 2)

Back in the Pacific Drive universe, back with our stranded Gabriel O'Hara...

‘C’mon, friendly dumpster, what do you have for me?’ Gabriel tapped a hand on the lid of the strange dumpster, watching the strange ooze within pulse and glow, bubbling as the lid rattled, he stepped back, waiting for it to vomit up objects of use. Something moved out of the corner of his eye, and Gabriel turned to glance out beyond the perimeter of the garage. He reacted just in time to avoid the dumpster violently launching a can of repair putty and a spare bumper from within its mysterious confines. As the provided materials clattered to the floor, Gabriel scoured the horizon, his heart leapt into his throat as the figure emerged from the darkness, striding along the dirt road towards him and stopping just on the perimeter of the garage; clad in a suit of red and black unstable molecule fabric, bearing the insignia of a skull decorated spider. ‘Gabri…’ The figure spoke to him, calling out softly. Gabriel’s gaze raced over the figure before him, latching on to the figure’s left wrist; bare, no gizmo upon it that was like his own. It was all the proof he needed to assure him that this was the Aberration, not his brother. It could exist in stabilised reality now. ‘I know what you are.’ Gabriel responded, watching the Aberration’s head tilt to one side, masked crescents widening softly, but it gave no response. Terrified, Gabriel bit back the whimper in his throat ‘Why…? Why are you after me…? What do you want?’ He gasped as the Aberration took a step forwards, onto the gravel and then walked towards him, certain in its approach. ‘Why?’ The Aberration spoke out, fingers flexing, then it reached up one hand to pull the mask away, leaving it to dangle in his fingers.

Gabriel backed away slowly, staring at the Aberration, so much like Miguel that he could find no flaw in its appearance; red eyes, messy hair, worse still was just how weary it looked, the spitting image of his brother. ‘You’re not Miguel.’ ‘I’m not Miguel?’ The Aberration spoke back, gaze narrowing as one hand pinched the bridge of his nose. ‘… I… I didn’t ask to BE Miguel. I didn’t ask to come into this world like this. I didn’t ask for this head full of PAIN!’ He watched it lash out, driving a fist into a wall and the sharp cracks splintered outwards across the entire wall. The Aberration exhaled slowly, pulling its fist away, trembling. ‘…. My head is full of memories and thoughts and feelings I didn’t want! This world hurts. I need to know why I’m here…’ It stepped closer, visibly trembling. ‘Why am I here, Gabri…?’

Gabriel fell on his back as the Aberration leapt atop him, clawed fingers digging into the floor beside his head and that face inches from his own. ‘WHY DO I EXIST?! To suffer?! What sort of life is that?!’ He saw those familiar red eyes look frantically over his own face, and Gabriel realized that the Aberration wasn’t angry, wasn’t driven by rage, but motivated by confusion and distress. ‘I want to kill you, right now…’ Those claws dug into the floor, carving through stone as its hands closed into fists. ‘I still feel it, deep inside me, Gabri, that… hungry yearning. I want to kill you. Only then can I know peace.’ The Aberration exhaled slowly, resting their foreheads together. ‘But, I don’t want to kill you, Gabri. You’re my brother.’ The Aberration closed its eyes, whispering softly, like it was reassuring itself. ‘… You’re my brother…’ After a moment, Gabriel felt brave enough to move, and lifted his arms to wrap them around the familiar form, a gentle embrace that drew a shuddering breath from the Aberration. He saw its talons retract and moved to mirror the gesture. The warm embrace was familiar to Gabriel, reassuring and comforting since the days of childhood; being held by Miguel when their parents fought seemingly every night. Miguel was always the type to show comfort through a hug. ‘I miss you, Mig… I hate that I’m stuck here…’ Gabriel felt the dam inside him break and his emotions boiled to the surface, as he fought back the urge to sob, the tears in his eyes blurred his vision and the Aberration hushed him softly, a hand moving to stroke the back of his head. ‘I wanna go home, brother… Mi hermano…. I want to go home…’ ‘Shh, Gabri… Shh, I’ve got you….’   The Aberration held him as Gabriel finally broke down, sobbing as he clung to the thing that wore his brother’s familiar’s form, comforted in familiar strong arms.

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A.R.D.A. LOG: 33251 (“Aberration”)

“Currently classified as an "xeno-planar entity", this Anomaly appears to originate from “outside” reality. It is unknown if these beings possess any sort of will or sentience prior to emerging into our world, attempts to interrogate an Aberration to their true nature or reality has only resulted in nonsensical gibberish. It is unknown if this is due to the nature of their reality, or our language being incapable of expressing such a concept. What can be ascertained from study is that all Aberrations exhibited differences from the individual they were mimicking, when placed in a room with this individual, lapses in memory and information were common with the Aberration. It would appear that Aberrations do not become a 1:1 of the person, but instead become a 1:1 of how their creator thinks and remembers that person, thus, information outside of their scope of awareness will also be unknown to the Aberration, how it expresses this varies when its perception is challenged; some grow enraged, some invent lies, some shut down and become unresponsive.

Due to their nature, flaws, and behaviour, Aberrations cannot be accurately relied upon for covert maneuvers or interrogation tactics. We cannot create an Aberration in the form of an enemy commander and interrogate it for information. The committee has classified Aberrations to be Anomalies of minimal usefulness, no further budgeting will be applied to their project, all Anomalies contained on site are now scheduled for immediate incineration.” - ARDA Final Study Log: Aberrations, 1963.

[mythicmin]

Overwatch NSFW Alphabet(s)

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𝑱𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆 𝑴𝒄𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆 / 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒚

A = Aftercare ;

McCree is a firm believer in aftercare. Chances are you aren’t getting up to do ANYTHING for at least an hour. (unless he has somewhere he needs to rush to.) Need to pee? He’s gonna carry you. Thirsty? Hungry? Give him a second, he’ll be right back with your favorite drink/snack.

B = Body part ;

You can’t look me dead in my eyes and tell me he isn’t an ass man. He’s practically obsessed with it. Doesn’t matter where you’re at or who you’re with, chances are he’s got his hand on your ass or in your back pocket.

C = Cum ;

Bro is definitely a slut for facials if he can’t cum inside of you. There’s just something possessive about it, like he’s marking you as his.

D = Dirty secret ;

Secretly wants to get topped, cmon he’s a cocky little shit. Put him in his place and make him beg for you. ❤︎︎

E = Experience ;

I am a firm believer in thinking he’s got some kind of old fashioned way of thinking. He knows what he likes, but doesn’t have much experience with it. I know we all love fuckboy McCree, but him being a virgin makes me giggle.

F = Favorite position ;

Doggie. Need I say more?

G = Goofy ;

Bro is a whole clown in bed and you can’t change my mind. He knows how to act serious when need be, but he always wants to see you smile. Even if he’s balls deep in you.

H = Hair ;

I think he manscapes a bit, he’s never bare though. There’s always some sort of hair framing his cock, clean shaven just isn’t his style.

I = Intimacy ;

Lil western baby treats you like the princess/prince you are. Sure he loves fucking your brains out, but making love to you is another favorite past time.

J = Jack off / Masterbate ;

I don’t really know to be honest, I feel like he’d think he’s too busy to get himself off. But maybe it’s just hidden cockiness that only you can get him off.

K = Kink ;

Anal. I know this man eats ass as well. I just know it. Bro also definitely has a daddy kink. (or maybe that’s bc i’m projecting bc he’s so fine.)

L = Location ;

Anywhere.

M = Motivation ;

He really gets going when you slowly touch his arms/chest while making eye contact.

N = No ;

Sadly, threesomes. I think he’s just too possessive.

O = Oral ;

He loves both giving and receiving, but he enjoys making you fall apart with his mouth. Playing with that cigar should’ve warned you he was gonna be a beast with his tongue.

P = Pace ;

Whichever you want. He can deliver both fast or slow.

Q = Quickie ;

Loves them. Especially if y’all are out and about doing something.

R = Risk ;

He literally doesn’t care if y’all get caught with him balls deep in you.

S = Stamina ;

I feel like he cums fairly fast, but can go for a few rounds.

T = Toys ;

He’s iffy on them. He wants to be the one to make you feel good, but watching you thrash against the vibrator he’s holding gets him feeling some typa way.

U = Unfair ;

He’s so mean sometimes, bro is a WHOLE ASS tease and he knows it.

V = Volume ;

I don’t feel like he’s overly loud in the moaning or groaning criteria, but he’s definitely a smooth talker blowing your back in.

W = Wild card ;

Pull his hair while he’s giving you head and bro is putty in your hands.

X = X-ray ;

6” soft , a lil over 7” hard. (circumcised)

Y = Yearning ;

I SWEAR THIS MAN CAN TURN HIS SEX DRIVE OFF AND ON DEPENDING ON HOW MUCH OF A COCKY BASTARD HE WANTS TO BE.

Z = Zzz ;

Always waits until you’re asleep first.

god i love this man.

hope you enjoyed!! lmk who y’all wanna see next ! ❤︎︎

[mia-tiny]

『 BFB San & Hair Pulling Kitchen Sex 』 | KTB ‘22

⇒ pairing: c. san x fem!reader

⇒ smut, best friend’s brother san, a bit of dirty talk, fingering, protected sex (yay), hair pulling

⇒ word count: 1k

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You know you shouldn’t be doing this. You shouldn’t have your best friend’s brother over at your apartment, kissing his way across your neck and collarbones while his hands slip under the bottom of your shirt. You shouldn’t let him strip you naked and sit you on the kitchen counter before plunging his fingers deep in your pussy. You know you shouldn’t.

But you can’t bring yourself to stop it.

San is off limits. That is something you’ve always known is a basic rule of friendship: don’t fuck your bestie’s brother. But that has never stopped your longing stares and aching desire over the many times you’ve seen him through the years, something that San always picked up on. And while he felt the same desire for you, he tried his hardest to keep it under lock, hoping if he denied it for long enough then it would subside. But time has been of no use and he caved the second you two ended up alone in your apartment tonight.

Even while his deft fingers drag along your g-spot in a steady rhythm, his mouth sucking on one of your nipples, you try to convince yourself that you aren’t entirely to blame since he is the one who initiated contact.

That’s got to count for something, right?

… Of course not.

But how can you care when the moment you have always dreamed about is finally unfolding in front of your very eyes? It is as if the floodgates have been opened, the pent up yearning you two have acquired over the last eight years spilling out uncontrollably and resulting in your desperation to be all over each other.

Just as a tinge of guilt eats at your heart, San tenses his muscles and uses his forearm to rapidly fingerfuck you, and your moral conscience instantly gets thrown to the curb. You cry out his name in a plea –not entirely sure if you’re begging for him to stop or carry on–, the sound like music to his ears as you throw your head back emphatically.

He eventually relents as he removes his fingers from your hole and brings them to his mouth to taste you, the perverse sight making you bite your lip to contain a whimper.

“San,” you whine, the sound causing him to groan.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you call my name like that.” He presses his forehead to yours, keeping only inches between your lips as he pulls a condom from his pocket and removes his bottoms.

“Like what?”

“Like I just rocked your fucking world,” he snickers while rolling on the protection. “And like you want me to do it again.”

The sound that comes out of you is utterly pathetic, showing just how easily you turn into putty in his hands, but he envelops you in another steamy kiss as he lifts you off the counter and turns you around.

“Bend over, beautiful.”

You lay your bare body across the cold granite and shiver. He exhales contentedly from behind you as his cock prods against your hole, teasing you by not entering just yet. You impatiently push back on him and he practically growls at the unexpected movement. He shoves the rest of his dick in until his hips are flush with your ass and stills, letting you get used to the feeling before he continues.

You have always fantasized about fucking San and what it would feel like, but nothing compares to the actual sensation of his dick stretching out your tight walls and reaching every part of you. It is indescribable.

Honestly, you can’t bring yourself to feel the slightest bit of remorse anymore when you’re feeling this good and he hasn’t even moved yet. If this makes you a bad person, then so be it. Being bad feels so much better than being good.

“San, please move.”

He moans as he begins thrusting into you with vigor, your body bouncing between his hips and the counter’s edge in perfect time.

“Oh my fucking god,” you pant in disbelief at how precisely he hits your g-spot.

“How many times have you made yourself cum while thinking of me?”

You blush in embarrassment at his sudden question and fall silent at the thought of admitting just how much you’ve lusted after him. His hand slides up your spine and grips your hair, tugging your head back with just enough force to be pleasurably painful. You steady your arms against the countertop to support your lifted torso while San continues to pound into you with an increasing vigor.

“How often did you imagine me splitting open this tight pussy with my cock, hm?” he presses in a low growl, causing you to clench around him with a moan.

“All the fucking time, San,” you confess, the need for him to make you cum outweighing any timidity you had. He bites his lip and speeds up upon hearing your answer.

“Such a bad girl,” he teases jokingly.

He uses his grip on your hair to pull you into a standing position, one arm wrapping around your waist to hold you close as he continues to fuck your brains out. The stinging in your scalp only adds to the pleasure, making you a moaning, whimpering mess in his arms.

“Do you want to cum, baby?” he purrs directly into your ear.

“Please, yes,” you can’t help but beg.

He quickly releases your hair and snakes his hand around to your pussy, rubbing precise circles on your clit that send you into overdrive. You gasp at the overwhelming sensation, your climax building rapidly. He groans as you clench around him and his movements get sloppier as he nears his own release. With one last powerful thrust, he sends you both into a state of euphoria, your bodies shuddering with the force of your highs.

As you both come down from cloud nine, San removes his fingers from your sex, but still holds you tight against his burning hot chest. In your post-orgasm clarity, you begin to realize the full weight of your actions.

‘Oh fuck,’ you think to yourself. ‘What have I done?’

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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