#i'm not sure if he'd hear something or not but i imagine the blood rushing to a specific spot might give him a sound to key in on

[pastafossa]

Do you think Matt would smell someone getting sunburned? Matt would try keep my ass out of the sun because I start to fry the moment sunlight reaches me.

I tell myself yes because like you, I really need the help. 😂 I'm pale af and due to some meds, I also burn in about 30 seconds. I imagine he may hear a faint little sound (skin contracting, blood shifting to rush to the burn), or smell your skin kinda cookin' a little. I know for a fact though that he'd be able to feel the temperature shift as your skin began to burn and all the blood rushed in; burns are HOT, and we know he's incredibly sensitive to variations in temperature. Hell, maybe he could even sense the vibrations of your cells going AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFUCCCCCKKKKKKI'MDYINGGGGGGGGGGGGHELPMEEEEEEEE

BUT either way, he'd absolutely sense it! And he'd be the first to become your shady tree (watch this boy get burned cause his pale Irish ass is trying to shield you), herd you inside, or literally hold your little sun umbrella i have one they're great.

[astupidweeb69]

hello!! I am kinda nervous to write this bc I absolutely love your writing and the way you portray Toby is just so real. I love how you make him both a loser and a force of nature, like just bc he has no rizz doesn't mean he can't do anything lol. But I was lowkey thinking about your stories the other day and like, what if Y/N also had some screws loose? Like he pops up at her house covered in the blood of some guy who wouldn't leave her alone and instead of calling the police like a smart person she's just like: " 😳 omg you did this for me??" I know it's unrealistic and silly but it's also kind of interesting???

Ticci Toby x Violent! Reader

Toby with an unhinged reader? Well - there's a recipe for disaster lmao.

I know I said I'm not taking requests but this ended up becoming a scenario. I just had some inspo - hope this is what you were looking for! Because the reader isn't submissive? Idk

Y/N has some messed-up thoughts and there are mentions of violence under the cut!:

The reader I imagine in this case would have only seen how cringey Toby is - thinking he was just a creepy guy who's taken a liking to them and would avoid him at all costs. Probably up until this point assume that he's a wimp (Toby would initially try his best to seem weaker and unassuming when he approaches the person he likes)

The scenario I imagine is that Y/N grew up around conflict, and is fully comfortable around violence, even throwing a few punches themselves here and there. Maybe ended up in Juvie when they were younger and now works in some retail job - something where they regularly interact with the general public.

A customer tries to hit on Y/N when Toby's there - big mistake.

But Toby doesn't say anything at first.

He doesn't have to.

Y/N immediately shuts the customer down. But the guy doesn't let up. Curses are thrown back and forth, Y/N's wrist is grabbed.

He touched you.

Toby doesn't like that. Not one bit.

You get reprimanded by your boss after you punched the unruly customer in the face.

Luckily they didn't press charges.

You had a bit of an edge, from your surly demeanor and fucked sense of humor, but Toby had no idea you'd do that.

Kind of turned him on. He knew he picked you for a reason.

But alas, that was the extent of your revenge. You already had a record of aggravated assault and you didn't need another one added to the list.

Luckily for you that scrawny, lanky boy who always stared at you when he came in had a plan in motion.

Late at night, a knock on the door wakes you up from a nap on the couch. Of course, you look through the peephole first before answering.

Red.

Everything is red.

Only until you hear a familiar voice pipe up do you realize who it is.

Toby.

The blood covered so much of his face it was hard to point out who he was at first.

He speaks to you through the door, somehow already knowing you're there.

And he tells you what he did.

It takes a moment for you to process all the grizzly details, the way he followed the man, cornered him in an alley, and beat him so hard he'd pretty sure he cracked his skull on the brick wall.

He sounded giddy about it. Gleeful.

He was far from the loser you thought he was.

And you liked it.

Liked that he did that for you.

After all, in your head, hurting someone for someone else was the greatest form of love. It was the kind of devotion you'd always dreamed of from a partner.

You open the door.

Toby is surprised, but soon sees a look on your face he recognized. The kind of expression of sick joy and arousal that comes with blood lust.

You're blushing too. Blushing for him.

Everything was finally coming together perfectly, and once you let him into your home, he's never going to leave.

The relationship would start right off the bat. Toby is one to rush things.

It's all to claim you. Both mentally and physically. So you're attached to the hip pretty much. Expect a lot of PDA (Toby does not care who sees lol)

And a reader who's fully on board?

Yeah you're going to bring out the worst in each other. He'll encourage you to do more crimes, to get bloodier, to join him.

It would be a very bad situation for everyone involved.

But especially for anyone unfortunate enough to cross the paths of you two lovebirds.

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~☆□ seventeen imagines: [ Hip hop unit ]

~☆how they react when you want to kiss all over their face but with your lipstick on: (slightly suggestive so minors dni) .

Word count: 1437 words (sorry lol) • Masterlist

These are honestly small scenarios literally-

♡Seungcheol:

"Babe! Cheollll!!! Listen!!!"

Cheol, who was lying on his bed, now looked up from his phone. "What is it baby?"

"Which color do you like the most??" You held up two shades of red lipstick. A dark wine red and a raspberry red shade.

Cheol pondered for a minute on which one should he choose. He really loved the wine red shade and how enticing it looked on your pretty lips.

"The wine red one!"

"Okayyy!"

You applied some and Seungcheol watched you with confusion.

"Y/n i don't know if there's a special occasion or something and I don't understand- why are you doing your makeup before dressing up" Seungcheol asked outta dread if he actually forgot if there's any special occasion.

"Well no there isn't. I just wanna place plenty of kisses all over your face with my lipstick on" You said nonchalantly

"Oh oka- wait what!?" His ears went red and cheeks became all blushed upon hearing this.

"Cheollieee you are blushing"

"Y/n stop teasing"

"Okay then I can do the lipstick thing right~ pretty please with a cherry in top~"

He thought "it wouldn't be bad I guess".

"Okay fine" He said smiling.

Without further ado, you went closer, sat on his lap with your legs on one side and started planting soft kisses, first on his lips then all over the cheeks and then forehead. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't melting into the fuzzy feeling of those soft kisses. After you were done you looked at him and he had a love drunk gaze on you, which, most definitely, wanted more. And then you kissed him on the lips and he kissed you back. A soft and sweet kiss.

"You look sooo pretty babyy" you said.

"All thanks to you my love"

♡Wonwoo:

You were apparently lying, stomach down on your bed, scrolling through Pinterest as usual. You again came across that video of the couple where one of them is kissing their partner ,all over their face, with lipstick on. Wonwoo was in his gaming room at that moment. You wondered if Wonwoo would like it or not. You let out a frustrated sigh.

"I'm sure he won't let me but I can ask I guess-" You thought.

"WONWOO can you please come here!!" you called him. After a few minutes he came.

"What is it y/n? Are you hungry-"

"Nope I ain't hungry but I wanna try something"

Wonwoo raised his eyebrows " And what exactly is it?"

"I'll kiss you with my lipstick on-" you paused for a second "can I??"

You showed him the video and he'd be lying if blood wasn't rushing through his cheeks. He was pondering for a moment.

"Pretty pleaseee just once and then I'll fulfill any of your wishes as well"

"Oh- really? Fine I'll let you" he smirked after saying that.

"Okayyy wait". You brought your lipstick and settled on his lap, legs on either side. You applied a generous amount of lipstick on your lips and cupped his cheeks. He took the chance and pulled you closer making your eyes go wide. And then you started planting soft kisses, first on his lips then his slowly all over his cheeks. You could feel him smiling. He was relishing the feeling of your soft warm lips on his face. You left a soft peck on his nose in the end then looked at him with a smile laced on your lipstick smeared lip.

"You look like cat who got his face kissed like this"

"Well do I look okay?"

"You look so freaking cute"

"All your work of art madam y/n" he grinned.

"And oh about the wish…" Wonwoo smirked as his hands squeezed your thighs. ".. how about we try to tie your hands tonight~"

Blood rushed through your cheeks.

"WONWOOOO! you-" you hid your face on the crook of his neck while he chuckled at your reaction.

♡Mingyu:

"Gyuuu babyyyyyy please let me do it" You were following Mingyu like a duckling who was apparently grabbing some snacks from the kitchen cabinet for the movie night you guys planned.

"Nooooo y/n you aren't doing that to my face with your darkest red lipstick on" Mingyu was pouting while taking out your favorite snacks.

"Plsplsplspls just onceeee" Your eyes were sparkling with that utter happiness hoping your boyfriend would let you kiss his face with the red lipstick on just to leave some lip imprints on his face, just like you saw on that Pinterest post you came across. He turned around and looked at you with his lips pressed together in a thin line. How could he deny those sparkly eyes with hopes determined to try something new.

"Okay okay fine but just once okay babe?" He said while cupping your face with both of his hands.

"YAYYY okay lemme grab my lipstick"

You ran back to the bedroom, grabbed your lipstick and came back to the kitchen.

Gyu picked you up and made you sit on the kitchen counter top. You let out a yelp in surprise. And then started to apply a generous amount of lipstick on your lips as Mingyu watches you . You pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt. And started planting soft kisses starting from his cheeks to his forehead to his chin and then nose. Everywhere on his face but his lips. Just like Mingyu was happy about you kissing all over his face, he was sulking as well because you didn't kiss his lips, yet you kissed right under the place of his lips.

"Y/n baby you know very well what you're doing" He said pouting.

"What? What am I doing?" You said, trying to act fool.

"Alright then" he announces before smashing his lips onto yours. Your eyes went wide but you loved it. You loved an impatient Gyu. After kissing for a while you guys pulled away. Your lipstick was smeared. And Gyu looked so freaking cute.

"Mission accomplished! Now we take a pic"

"Nooooo"

"Hell yess"

You took out your phone, turned on the camera. Gyu was very amused by how he looked. And you slung a hand around his neck and you both posed and clicked a picture.

"You look so cuteee Gyu" you squealed. Mingyu smiled looking at your reaction.

"Sure miss y/n it's your work of art after all"

♡Vernon:

"Boinonieee~" You called Vernon like this every time you had a request which you think he might hesitate to fulfill.

"Yeah?" Vernon's eyes were glued to the bright screen in front of him. He was in between a gaming match with Mingyu, Cheol and Wonwoo.

"I have a request"

"Just a second y/n"

"Okay"

You sat on the bed quietly staring at him.

You laid back on his bed scrolling through your phone. He was concentrated but at the end lost the game.

"Ahhhh wow I lost yet again"

"Hansol Vernon Chwe, it's okay. Now come here. Right! Now!"

"Not my full name- and what is it?".he was definitely caught off guard with the full name calling.

"Okay so can I kiss you?"

Vernon was confused. Why would you ask him if you want to kiss him?

"To be more specific, can I kiss you with my lipstick on? So it leave the lipstick prints on your face-"

There was an awkward silence with a nervous smile on your lips. Vernon was surprised but he actually liked the idea if he was being honest. And he had seen those videos of leaving lip prints on your partner's face before.

"Alright go ahead"

"REALLY!?"

He had a grin laced on his lips and thumb up confirming you about it.

You applied your lipstick, a light dusty red shade. Vernon watched you intently. He really admires you when you put on makeup and get all dolled up. You're just so pretty, he can't get enough of you. You sat on lap and then lightly pressed a kiss on his lips. When he went to kiss you back you pulled back and then pressed soft kisses all over his cheeks and corner of his eye and lips. One on his neck as well because you both knew how much he loved your neck kisses.He loved every sec of it. He loved the warm feeling of your lips.

"You look so freaking adorable Vernon" You giggled.

"All because of you my lady" he said and smiled.

a/n: bewitched series is next~

[mistydeyes]

Hello!! Could you do headcanons with the 141 boys with a partner who has frequent migraines and they are in the task force with them as well?

Honestly, any of these boys taking care of me while I have a migraine or just sick cures me in just a few seconds lol

thank you for requesting! I thought this was super cute to write and I was able to recall some of the non-harm methods for treating migraines :) I literally cannot even deal with a headache so I can't imagine what frequent migraines must feel like

migraines and forehead kisses

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summary: You've been diagnosed with frequent migraines but sometimes it is so unbearable that the 141 will step in and be sure to soothe their significant other.

pairing: Taskforce 141 x gn!Reader

warnings: none, all fluff :)

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price

most of the time, your migraines are triggered by stress or following a long, sleepless mission

price can tell when your in pain, especially when you close your eyes tightly or put your head in your hands

he'll rub your shoulders and offer to make you some coffee to help

he knows you are regimented about your medication so he often offers other methods of helping your headache

and as caffeine is the answer to all of price's problems, he immediately makes you a pot of coffee

as you put your head down on the table, you can smell the strong scent of coffee beans

"don't make it too strong" you mumble and he would laugh

it's a legitimate request as you have tried his coffee and you swear it would kill a small child

"here you go, love" he would say and presents you with a small mug

you're not sure if its the stimulants from the caffeine or just being back on base, but you're headache dissipates within moments

he'll continue to ask about your condition until you reassure him you're fine

"it's always the coffee"

he's so proud of it even though its something you can buy from the grocers

soap

when you first had a migraine, soap wanted to rush you to the infirmary

he practically loses it when you tell him how you can see an aura in your vision and how it feels like a jackhammer on your brain

only after you reassured him it was a reoccurring thing and you were diagnosed before you entered selection, he calms down

now he's an expert at helping you recover

you found that brufen helps the best and soap will always have it on hand

when you closed your eyes tightly on the plane and complained about the fluorescent overhead light, he immediately searched through his tac vest

"it's here somewhere," he would say as you could hear various zippers and velcro pockets being opened

eventually he opened your palm to offer you the small tablet

"you sure this isn't expired?" you asked and he reassured you he just got it from the chemist's last week

he handed you your flask of water and patted your back after you swallowed it

as you waited for the medication kick in, he lets you rest your head on his shoulder and draws circles into your back

"it'll be alright" he reassures and you have to tell him to lower his voice as it makes the migraine worse

he'll get it right one day

gaz

when you first told gaz you had frequent migraines, he spent all night looking up remedies

you already were on medication and had your analgesics at the ready so he focused on home remedies

for a few weeks, you both tried out various techniques (caffeine and essential oils being your least favorite)

eventually, you found that a good scalp massage was ideal for making the pain go away

something about increasing blood circulation

as long as you're not in the middle of an active war zone, he will gladly sit you in between his legs and give you the best massage in the world

he'll start at the base of your scalp and work his way up with his fingers

"just let me know if i'm hurting you, love," he'd reassure but his gentle touch always made you feel comforted

it honestly feels like one of those head scratchers but a thousand times better

you joke that he should've been a masseuse instead of joining the military

he'll hum lightly as he continues until you let him know that you're feeling better

you're more than happy to return the favor with his aching muscles (especially his back and shoulders)

ghost

you know your migraines are triggered after long mission briefings where you strain to look at the screen and through various floor plans

since they're unavoidable, ghost knows what to do when you exit the room and tell him you have a migraine

plays 20 questions with you and will ask if you tried everything

did you drink enough water? yes, you know me. took your paracetamol today? yeah tried that. what about your rizatriptan? you saw me take that before the briefing.

he'll sigh before offering you some other methods

"just follow me" he responds and you walk with him back to your quarters

he leaves the light off before returning from the bathroom with a cold, damp towel

before you can ask, he sits on the bed and motions for you to sit in between his legs

you compile and once you're comfortable, he places the cold compress over your eyes

despite the initial shock, it actually worked quite well and you swear you can fall asleep like this

ghost swears he heard you snoring but you deny it

now whenever you have a long briefing, you will follow the same routine and ghost gets to enjoy some quiet alone time with you

[cantstoplovingjude]

To Steal You Away: Alfons Sylvatica Premium

This is from Ikemen Villains EN, Cybird owns everything.

Warning 🔞

Alfons: "Since Liam's away, this is the perfect opportunity to do all sorts of shameless and indecent things to you."

Alfons: "Now that our mission is done, we can extend our date. The excitement's only just begun."

Alfons smiled at me and then took me somewhere quite unexpected.

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(Scala?)

He'd brought me to Scala Theatre, where Liam performed.

(But why here?)

Alfons: "Look, there's a poster of Liam."

Alfons: "It says he's going to star as Puck in A Midsummer Night's Dream."

Kate: "Oh, you're right!"

Liam had a slightly reserved look on his face as he smiled in the poster.

Curly-haired Woman: "I had no idea Liam was filling in tonight! How lucky are we?!"

Freckled Noblewoman: "Surely, it means our love is reaching him! Ahh, he's so dashing..."

Alfons: "He certainly lives up to his reputation as Scala's star performer. He's so popular he could take over all of England."

I tried to imagine Liam taking over England, but it was so unsuited to his personality I had to laugh.

Kate: "Why are we here, though? We don't have tickets to tonight's play."

Alfons: "That's not a problem. William's a very valued patron of this theatre, remember?"

Alfons: "All we have to do is drop his name and I'm sure we can get one or two seats in the royal box."

Kate: "What- w-wait, Alfons!"

Alfons rushed off to secure the tickets, his glossy raven colored hair swaying as he moved.

I didn't think I would ever understand why he did the things he did.

But perhaps that was why I wanted to get to know him better, and often found myself thinking about him.

(Maybe I should just go along with him?)

My favorite place was the theatre, after all, and coming here was a treat.

At the very least, it would soothe my nerves, and take my mind off the gunshots echoing in my mind and the sight of blood pooling on the floor.

Alfons: "I got us two tickets, courtesy of our dear Lord Rex."

Alfons waved the tickets as he walked back over to me.

Alfons: "You do like going to see plays, don't you?"

Kate: "Well, yes..."

Alfons: "Then, what's the problem? Let's enjoy ourselves, Miss Robin."

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Our tickets were indeed for the royal box, a seat I'd only dreamed about before.

As I marveled over the luxurious seats, an announcement indicated the play was about to start.

A spotlight flashed on the stage.

(Oh, it's Liam!)

Liam leapt, jumped, and spun across the stage as the fairy Puck.

The entire audience was mesmerized by his performance. I could hear soft chuckles here and there.

Under normal circumstances, this would've been enough to help me forget my troubles and I'd enjoy the play to the fullest.

But the anxiety and fear that lingered inside me was still holding me back.

The more I tried to forget and focus on the play, the more those dark feelings held me captive.

(This is so frustrating. Liam is acting his heart out up on that stage...)

(Everyone at Scala worked so hard on this play and I want to enjoy it.)

It was incredibly painful to have darkness casting a shadow over something I loved.

Guilt eating away at me, I sighed and lowered my gaze to my lap.

Just then, Alfons reached over and slipped his fingers through mine.

(Huh?)

The cool sensation of his black leather gloves intertwined with my fingers, and his thumb stroked along the back of my palm.

I was about to look over at him when a soft whisper brushed against my ear.

Alfons: "Don't take your eyes off the stage. You should be focused on what's going on in front of you, right?"

(Well, yes, but...)

I leaned toward Alfons and whispered faintly, so as not to disturb those near us.

Kate: "Why are you holding my hand?"

Alfons: "I told you already. There's nothing more thrilling than stealing away someone else's love interest."

Alfons: "So, I thought this would be the perfect place to do it in."

Kate: "Why?"

Alfons: "You love plays, and Liam-whom you trust and like very much-is up there on stage. So no matter what I do to you..."

He lifted our linked hands up to his mouth and pressed a kiss to my fingertips.

Alfons: "...You have no choice but to be quiet."

Kate: "This is a theatre! Stop joking ar- Mm!"

All of a sudden, he leaned closer to me and kissed my ear instead.

The wet tip of his tongue traced the outline of my earlobe, and then he blew softly into my ear.

Kate: "...Ah!"

He softly nipped at my ear, making me jolt in my seat.

Alfons: "Shh... I told you to keep your eyes forward. You don't want Liam to notice, do you?"

My breath caught in my throat. I had to bite my lip to keep myself from making anymore noise...

The moment I turned my gaze back toward the stage, I felt his hand slip between my thighs.

His fingertips traveled upward, lightly scratching at my skin through the bundled fabric of my skirt.

He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying my reaction, because his fingers then settled, rubbing at the sensitive spot right between my legs.

(O-ohhh... We really shouldn't be doing this, but...)

Alfons: "Ahha, does it feel that good? It's okay to let yourself feel good, you know."

Alfons: "Just forget everything else and let yourself enjoy."

His hand crept up my skirt, and then his gloved fingers stroked my wet and delicate bud through my underwear.

My thighs quivering, it was all I could do to keep myself from crying out so no one would notice.

He teased and stroked me over and over again, giving me such sweet pleasure I forgot where I was, the lights on the stage turning to stars.

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The curtain fell to cheers and applause.

The moment the play was done, I leapt to my feet, smoothed down my skirt, and angrily turned to Alfons.

Kate: "Alfons!!"

Alfons: "What is it? Was the play so wonderful you're just overcome by emotion and want to shout it out loud?"

Alfons: "I'll shout with you, then. It sounds like fun."

Kate: "Will you stop it already?!"

Alfons: "Oh, you want me to stop? Does that mean you're ready to go bid congratulations to Liam?"

Kate: "Stop changing the subject. Why did you do that to me?"

Kate: "Why, right here in the theatre with all these people around? With Liam right there in front of us?!"

Alfons: "Ohh, that's what you meant."

Alfons: "It looked like you couldn't concentrate. So I just thought I'd treat you to a good time."

(He... knew I was having trouble focusing?)

(I tried so hard not to show it on my face.)

I was feeling guilty for not being able to enjoy the play, because I was caught up in my own negative emotions.

And I was frantically trying to make sure no one else noticed, because I was ashamed I couldn't break myself out of it.

(But Alfons noticed...)

So was his cheeky little prank actually to distract me from my feelings of guilt?

Honestly, I couldn't decide. But I had to admit that... it made me feel good. And it worked. Because of it, I'd stopped focusing on the guilt entirely.

Kate: "...Thank you."

Alfons cocked his head to one side and blinked, staring at me for a moment.

(Wait! Why am I thanking him?!)

Alfons: "Ahha! I had no idea you were such a little minx!"

Alfons: "Not only did you let me take you to that run-down horror house, but then I did all those naughty things to you... and you thanked me?!"

Kate: "Why do you insist upon always teasing me? Didn't you already have your fun, huh?"

(He's so elusive. I can never tell what he's really feeling.)

-Flashback-

Alfons: "Liam needs to forget about reality, sometimes."

Alfons: "You're starting to pick up on that fact, aren't you?"

-Flashback Ends-

(But only someone who was very sensitive could pick up on something like that.)

Just like I'd wanted to protect that old man's dreams of living with his wife again...

Alfons must've felt the same way.

Kate: "Did you have a reason for teasing me like that and dragging me around all day?"

Alfons: "Humans like to give reasons to everything to make sense of it all."

Alfons: "Whether there was a reason or not doesn't matter. I just want to have fun, that's all."

I narrowed my eyes at him.

Alfons: "My, my, what's that expression on your face?"

Alfons: "Oh dear, have you fallen for me that quickly?"

Kate: "Alfons..."

(Wait... Why can't I deny it right away?)

Alfons: "Oh, look! There's Liam."

Alfons: "He spotted you. Just look at the smile on his face. How darling."

I wanted to find out Alfons's true feelings, but couldn't find the words. Meanwhile, he gave me a wicked, teasing grin.

Alfons: "Well, this is where I bid goodbye."

Alfons: "Do let me know if you ever want to fool around behind Liam's back again."

(Ugh... Why am I always trying to give him the benefit of the doubt??)

And then, Alfons's back melted into the darkness and disappeared like a haunting illusion.

I kept staring after him, trying to hold onto any traces of his lingering apparition.

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[horny-p0et]

thanks for the likes on my first bit of writing, been quite enjoyable getting back into an old hobby. feel free to send requests or ideas i can write about, any inspo is good and welcome. anyway here's some more of that stupid dork incelbur because i could fix him.

part 1 here, would recommend reading first

warnings: mentions of nude pictures, stalking, porn, masturbation. minors dni please

word count: 1143

dont like, dni. please just block me and move on.

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INCELBUR who after discovering your existence has a reason to show up to class on time. he even brushed his teeth for you. he takes the seat behind you in class so he can be close but not enough to get noticed. he's usually a fine student, quiet and gets his work done but now all he can focus on his how the breeze from the open window makes your perfume blow back in his face.

INCELBUR who keeps the a tab of your instagram open on his computer while he games, checking periodically checking to see if you've posted something. anytime you're out with friends he get jealous, why do you go to so many bars? are you looking for attention from some chad? they don't understand you like he does.

INCELBUR who is filled with rage when he see's you hanging out with men. they are always so muscular and handsome, what is wrong with you? those guys are so shallow and probably just wanna fuck you. which sure, so does he. but he's a nice guy so he deserves it more.

INCELBUR who creates alt accounts so he can spam your dms with lewd messages and vague threats about what he wants to do to your body. he even sends pictures of his cock and jerking off, never showing his face but he hopes you might see them and find him attractive. even just the thought of your shocked reaction when you open the photos turns him on, positive or negative attention is better than being ignored.

INCELBUR who finds pornstars that look like you so he can pretend he's watching videos of you. the darker, the better. he imagines touching you himself, how you'd sweat and squirm. sometimes he moans your name, closing his eyes and making a mess of himself over thoughts of a girl who he's spoken a dozen words to.

INCELBUR who trails you around campus, finding out where you hang out and what you do in your free time. he keeps his distance but its not that bad, you look great from behind. During your lunchbreak he waits until you've finished eating and picks up your used disposable coffee cup. a trophy to remember you by. it's not that weird, you were gonna throw it away- he justifies it in his head.

INCELBUR who licked the rim of the cup while he wanks, tasting your lipgloss. he imagines your lips around his cock instead of his hand, which is becoming less and less effective at getting him off. after he's spilled over his stomach he's filled with a sense of shame and disgust at himself, throwing the cup into the bin on the other side of his room. he wants to ask you out so he feels like less of a creep but pretty girls don't like guys like him, he's lanky and covered in acne scars. he'd never have a chance, you'd laugh at him.

INCELBUR who takes the paper cup out of the bin within 10 minutes because he has no self control. and he keeps it on his beside table for days until starts to crumble due to how often he grips the flimsy material. he needs something real, he needs to talk or touch you again.

INCELBUR who gets to class early so he can talk to you. he takes the seat next to your this time, trying to be subtle with his stares but it's a miserable effort. you're wearing a lowcut shirt, you did that on purpose to tease him- didn't you? you fucking slut, you want him don't you?

INCELBUR who 'accidently' drops his pens onto the floor so they scatter across the floor under your desk. he gets on his knees so he can pick them up, hoping desperately you'll help him. his heartbeat quickens and he can hear the blood rushing in his ears when you do, offering him a small smile. a smile, just for him.

"sorry, i'm really clumsy."

"oh don't worry about it, so am i."

"....thanks for... helping me.."

"of course, why wouldn't i?"

because i'm ugly, annoying, unpopular, disgusting, a perverted creep who thinks about you every day and follows you around campus.

"i uh.. i don't know. you're uhm.. really.. cool.. and i'm... not?"

INCELBUR who can't believe you guys are talking, chatting like friends. he feels like he's on cloud nine, he can't remember the last time he was this invested in a conversation with anyone. he can barely hold eye contact because watching your lips move is much impossible to ignore. you're laughing at his jokes and asking him questions, it's like you care. you want to get to know him.

INCELBUR who could faint when you remember him from the party, asking him questions about his build in skyrim. he's surprised by how much you know about video games, girl's don't play video games in his experience. they just laugh at guys who do, they'd rather do make up and take selfies. but you are different, and perfect for him.

INCELBUR who grabs your arm after class to stop you walking way, asking for your discord so you guys can game together sometime. his breath catches in his throat when you take his phone out of his hand to add yourself in the app. he knows he has your photos on there, screenshots of your instagram stories and ramblings in his notes app about his desires. it fills him with fear knowing you could see them, but the thought of getting caught sends a rush of arousal between his thighs.

INCELBUR who's finger's burn when you hand him the phone back, the brief contact makes him light headed and he barely hears your goodbye before you're walking away. he looks down at his phone to read your username in his friends list over and over again. it's like he has you in the palm of his hand, and he loves it.

INCELBUR who desperately wants you call you when he masturbates that night, wanting you to hear his moans and how he whimpers you name. he knows it's pathetic and perverted but maybe it would turn you on? he can imagine you playing with yourself on the other end of the call as it happens, the faces you'd make and how you'd beg for him. he grips his cock and strokes himself furiously, biting his bottom lip until it hurts, gripping the sheets with his free hand. he throws his head back when he finishes, arching off the sweat stained mattress and practically sobbing your name.

INCELBUR who is determined to make you his no matter how much he has to cheat, lie and scheme to get you to like him. because you wouldn't like him, not really, only a fake persona of the man you'd wanna see. and he'd do anything to be close to you, even shower and wash his hair.

[quinloki]

Marco, Newgate, Jinbe for Pregnancy kink, breeding kink, Praise kink please

I'm going to preface this with - I see Jinbei and Newgate as very fatherly (not Daddy-ly? ) so I don't have much personal head canon for them. (My apologies, I am a horny bastard most of my head canons are horny-based XD)

That said, I will do my best! I'm not uncomfortable with it or put off by it personally, so no harm. Oh my I thought Jinbei was in his mid-50s, seems he's a spry young 46!

Let's do these by Kink - Praise, Breeding, Pregnancy.

Praise Kink:

Marco - FUCK Yes - Marco will have a hard time not praising you, to be honest. Those calloused warm hands slide over your body just as smoothly as his gaze, and his words drip down softly like honey. It's a steady, soothing cadence, and his words delight in every sound and twitch he pulls from you. You purr so sweetly for him, you take him so well, you always listen like a good [insert here].

He certainly doesn't mind getting praised in return, it's always a pleasure to hear your voice. But he gets more from giving than receiving in this case.

Newgate - Yes - Newgate often sings the praises of his sons and his crew, so it's fairly second nature to him. Of course he would praise someone who could stand by his side, and support him in ways that no one else can. That deep voice rumbles through your body like rocks and thunder, in a tone a little different for you than anyone else.

Jinbei - Yes - Of course Jinbei loves to praise you \o/ This is a very positive and supportive gentleman, and you deserve all the praise. Jinbei is a busy guy, and you've stayed by his side through a lot of employment changes. Things always manage to work out, and you always manage to find your way back to him. The warm hands, the warm voice, and the kind words.

His tone of voice for praising you behind closed doors is a little different, but that's just for you to know.

Breeding Kink:

Marco - Sure - Marco is more than happy to fill you up. He loves letting himself go inside you, the noises you make the way you feel throbbing against him. He couldn't possibly ask for more. But there's not really anything else to it - there's no fantasy of using you just for breeding, there's no connection/desire regarding marking you or filling you up. It's not a matter of "It's hard to get overt enthusiasm out of Marco", so much as there's just not that extra connection or spark for him.

Condom or not he just enjoy finishing inside you and bringing you over the edge at the same time (or near enough to count), makes him feel like he hasn't lost his touch.

Newgate - I dunno - I just don't feel like the guy who adopted (sometimes a little forcefully) a couple hundred sons is at all interested in any part of the process for creating biological children. I do think he's a caring enough guy that he would give it a try, if it was a fantasy of yours. I imagine he'd be more enthusiastic and into it if he was breeding you anally, to be honest.

Now, to be fair, breeding kink does not equal pregnancy kink, so I want to make sure I'm clear I'm not saying they go hand in hand. His hesitation isn't because he can't separate the two, his hesitation is because, well, regardless of gender he's more of a "swiggty, swooty he comin' for dat booty" kind of guy.

Jinbei - Yes - This man appreciates the sight of you just overflowing with his seed. The certain way the blood rushes across your skin, how you tremble in pleasure, there's just something different from other times, and he appreciates that difference.

(I wish I had more, but he's a simple guy who has simple pleasures)

Pregnancy Kink:

Marco - I don't think Marco knew he had this kink until you got pregnant. He'd seen/dealt with pregnant people before now, and it never did anything to him. But once you started showing he started to get a feeling that he wasn't sure what to do with. He became nearly feral in the bedroom, and spent most of his free time tending to you - massaging your feet, rubbing your shoulders, offering to feed you and other acts of service. Anything to be around you.

He wrote it off mostly to some instinctual drive to protect you, but the strong desires and urges were almost hard to control. You two ended up sitting down and talking about it and realizing that it was very much a oh god you don't even know for him.

Newgate - No - Pops wishes anyone who is pregnant good luck. May everything go correctly, and may you have many healthy babies. Just leave him out of it. He's not completely averse to the visual of pregnant people, he's just not terribly comfortable around it. Babies and kids? He's good with that, he's Pops after all.

He just doesn't have any interest in the process.

Jinbei - Sure - Jinbei falls into the "you were beautiful before, you are beautiful now" category. He's not turned off or away because you're pregnant, but he's not doing more or less with you because of it. Well, he's doing more with you - your pregnant - he's going to look after you and help you out like a good partner. He does his best to match your energy and pace - in and out of the bedroom.

Sorry, this is a little bare bones for what I usually do ^_^;

Kinky One Piece Head Canon

[dave-me0wstaine]

Dave has a size kink CONFIRMED (because I say so)

He'd literally like ANY sign of you being smaller than him, wearing his shirt, comparing hand sizes (A DREAM), him leaning down to whisper in your ear, or like when you stand on steps to look taller than him. Bro's down BAD for the size difference, it would all turn him on

HI HI HI i'm sorry i didn't get to this sooner! but YES dave having a size kink is mandatory in my head bc i just KNOW that man's hands are big and calloused <333 i'm gonna talk about sfw & nsfw aspects of this, if that's okay? i just have to get size kink dave out of my system

he'd totally be one of those boyfriends who would stoop or lean down a little bit to make sure he heard you. sometimes he does it to piss you off; he'll crouch down way too low to make it seem like you're shorter than you actually are, but for the most part he's doing it because he genuinely wants to make sure he hears whatever it is you have to say to him.

although he sometimes likes making fun of your height, at the end of the day he's a big sweetheart. and if anyone ever makes fun of your height, all of a sudden he's becoming your big scary dog boyfriend. just absolutely pissed until you call him off LOL

nsfw under the cut!

i think he'd really get a kick out of you holding his guitar because it dwarfs not only your body, but your hands. he's amazed, like he's seen a mythical creature or something. and he'd get so hard. so horny. like imagine he's teaching you guitar and he's got you sat in his lap, which is already making him horny, but then he notices just how small you are in his lap and how big the guitar is in yours. i think the thing that would really get him going is how small your hands look on the neck of the guitar. his hands swallow it, whilst you just barely can wrap a hand around it properly. immediately the blood is rushing to his cock because he imagines how your hand would look wrapped around his cock instead. your guitar lessons unfortunately never get too far </3

if he ever manages to catch on that the size difference turns you on too? oh you're done for. he's doing every little thing he can to make you get worked up just as much as he does. he's leaning down to whisper dirty words in your ear, he's running his big hands over your waist, he's looking down at you and giving you bedroom eyes. if he's real cocky (and maybe a tiny bit drunk) he'll pull you on his lap in public just so others can see how much he towers over you.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ikemen Prince (JP)

You know what happens when you mess with my stuff, right? (Gilbert von Obsidian) Part 2

I won't translate Gilbert's sweet end since someone is already translating it.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Premium End | Epilogue

With a smile playing on his lips, Gilbert put his hand on my shoulder, and all I could do was smile faintly.

(But, yeah, I'd rather be a friend than a lover.)

Louise: "If he's your friend, you should treat him well."

(Um?)

Ripples ran through her tea as Louise's fingers, holding the teacup, trembled slightly.

Her voice was also less domineering than usual.

(I'm used to him, but others are not.)

He may look like a friendly young man, but he's an overrun beast who has trampled and ruled over many nations.

Perhaps she has a strong impression that even the slightest rudeness is unforgivable.

Emma: "Prince Gilbert might look scary, but he's not one to bite everyone."

Emma: "He's not as scary as he thinks he is. At least, not in private."

Gilbert: "Fufu, I'm only nice to my little rabbit."

(I'm pretty much aware of it, but it's still kinda mean.)

Emma: "Oh, by the way, I read that book you mentioned earlier!"

I changed the subject, realizing that sugarcoating words were not enough to wipe away Louise's trembling.

Louise: "How did you like it? I fell in love with the dashing knight in the middle of the story."

Emma: "I know! I didn't expect that knight to appear. I was surprised."

Emma: "But when I read it again, it was properly foreshadowed."

Louise: "That's right! I had goosebumps when I noticed it."

Louise: "I have the rest of the book in my library. Um, if you're still interested in it?"

Emma: "Really? I'd love to!"

(Good thing I'm curious about it.)

Emma: "But Prince Gilbert..."

Gilbert: "I'll stay here. You girls have your girl talk."

(This is surprising, I thought he'd follow me.)

Louise: "Shall we go then?"

Louise stood up from her seat, and I followed her.

Meanwhile, I didn't notice the meaningful smile on Gilbert's face as he sipped from his teacup with a nonchalant expression on his face.

Louise: "This is the room. My father gave it to me for my birthday a few years ago as my private library."

Emma: "Wow, it's beautiful!"

(I love it!)

(That being said, I feel like she still looks pale. Is it just my imagination?)

This was probably because of Gilbert. But Louise was so pale that she looked as if she would collapse at any moment.

(I'm sure she'll be fine after some time.)

She unlocked the door and invited me inside.

As soon as I stepped inside, a sweet aroma hit my nose.

(What's that smell? It doesn't smell like books.)

(I think...)

Louise: "...rry…"

Louise: "So…r…ry…"

Gilbert: "Good morning, miss bunny."

(Huh?)

(What's going on?)

The place was dimly lit, and dust danced and sparkled in the candlelight.

As my eyes adjusted, the view became more vivid, and I saw Gilbert standing from a short distance, smiling as usual.

I strained my eyes to look around and noticed several shadows in the room.

I couldn't see the color of the wet cobblestone floor, but I knew that smell.

Emma: "Oh..."

(Blood.)

The more I understood the situation, the more I felt the blood rush to my eyes.

As my body shook unsteadily, the thing around my neck clamped down hard on me.

???: "Don't move!"

Emma: ".............."

(My arm... someone is restraining me.)

(And my hands and feet feel like they're bound with something.)

I fearfully looked down and saw a blade pressed against my throat.

Louise: "Father!"

Count: "You shut your mouth!"

Emma: "Lady...Louise...?"

I couldn't move my eyes much, but I could hear Louise's voice from a distance behind me.

(I went into her library and can't remember a thing from there.)

(But this situation is like a hostage situation.)

Gilbert: "Well, I think I've got the situation pretty much figured out."

Gilbert: "Do you need my help?"

(Really? Him?)

The man restraining me is shaking slightly.

I don't even know which one is the perpetrator and which one is the victim.

Emma: "What is happening?"

Gilbert: "Beats me. I was enjoying a cup of tea when that lady called me over."

Gilbert: "I went along with her, then the Count and the mercenaries gave me an enthusiastic welcome."

(I mean, it doesn't sound like he set this up.)

Gilbert: "I spoke to them for a little while before you woke up."

Gilbert: "They want to start doing business with Obsidian. They’re sort of like anti-monarchy extremists."

(Louise's father is anti-monarchy?)

Gilbert: "I guess they've been cautious, seeing as how the overprotective me didn't stop interacting with you."

Gilbert: "But to settle a deal with me, they approached you, whom they had heard rumors about, to take as a hostage."

Gilbert: "It was just a coincidence that I came to the mansion, but for them, it only moved their plans forward."

Gilbert: "They also said if I don't agree, they're going to rip your throat out, miss bunny."

Gilbert: "You're so pitiful, even I feel sorry for you. Ahahaha!"

Emma: "..............."

(I was so excited to have a new friend, but...)

(I see.)

(So that was all it was.)

Louise, standing nearby and saying nothing was more painful and agonizing than the knife pressed into my neck.

Gilbert: "I told you. Your definition of a friend is not the same as hers."

Gilbert: "I'm the only friend you have."

His sweet and gentle voice enveloped my fragile heart.

(He's the only one I have?)

(Really?)

Gilbert: "If you start distrusting people, I'll make sure to take good care of you."

As he took one step closer to me, the sound of his cane shook the dimness, and the strength of the arm around my neck tightened.

Count: "Don't come any closer!"

(Ouch!)

Slowly, my throat tightened, and the weight of the air suddenly increased rapidly, bringing tears to my eyes.

Gilbert: "Yeah, come to think of it, you guys don't know, but I've told miss bunny many times that I hate someone harming my prey more than anything."

Emma: ".............."

Gilbert: "If you thought you could negotiate something like this, you're a fool."

My whole body almost got crushed by the murderous feeling I had felt so many times before.

Gilbert just softened his eyes, but the scent of blood seemed to become more intense.

(Since this happens to me, the Count, and Louise一)

Louise started sobbing while the Count's trembling, coming through his body, had grown too loud to hide.

(I see. He was not talking to me when he asked about the help earlier.)

(He was talking to Louise and the Count.)

Gilbert: "You think I can't kill you because we're in Rhodolite?"

Gilbert: "Ahahaha! You're so naive. I'm good at hiding evidence, you know?"

(He's serious.)

(If this keeps up, he really一)

Gilbert: "Well, which one of you should I kill first?"

❣ Premium End

[mandysxmuses]

Remember - Schatz

The air in the labyrinth seemed to smell more disgusting each time he paid it a visit, though Schatz had learned a long time ago not to try braving the waters in that regard. It was better just to breathe through his mouth until he wasn't bogged down by the heat and the relentless stench of decay.

... People had died here. It was a sobering thought to keep mind of. People had died here.

But giving him a rush was the thought that every single time he'd stopped by, he'd survived. Easily. Made it through flawlessly!

Of course, he owed a lot of that to Catnip. As soon as anything looked too dodgy, he'd teleport him to safety, and he could relish in his victory over one of the Void's most feared threats.

It was Catnip who informed him Todlich was sleeping here right now, and the thought of stealing his most precious possession right from under his nose was too tantalizing a prospect to leave to his imagination. The mouse was comfortably rested on his shoulder just beneath his hair, dutifully warning him of any traps around each and every corner, and guiding him to the center of the labyrinth.

"Careful now. He's a heavy sleeper, but the music box will most likely wake him."

"Don't underestimate yer Captain, boy," Schatz murmured in reply, resting his hands on the iron door that led to his room and pushing it open as slowly as he could.

... Ugh. He did not know how Todlich slept so easily on such a filthy mattress. Or how he did so right next to an iron maiden with a pool of rotting blood underneath it. But that was a question to ponder another time; the most important part was making sure he didn't end up like the last poor sap in there.

He crept up to the music box. It was always jarring, how innocent it looked compared to literally everything else in the labyrinth. Stuck out like a sore thumb. Schatz could only assume it was a keepsake from a past victim or something, though it did unsettle him that Todlich was so ferociously protective of it, if that was the case.

... He noticed a pistol resting by the bed. Todlich would go straight for that if he woke up, so Schatz made sure to pocket that first, before his hands reached for the treasure.

The moment he did, it began to play, and the assassin's eyes shot open and locked straight on him.

"... Hi, Toddie--"

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

As always, the fury was instantaneous, as was the rush he got looking into those enraged eyes. Schatz immediately made a break for the door, and Catnip tensed, holding onto his shoulder as tightly as he could to try and stay focused.

He was about to warn Schatz of another trap coming up ahead, but just when he started to say something, Todlich had grabbed another gun from the wall and fired it off. Catnip was stunned into silence just long enough to hear a telling snap from below his Captain.

... His leg was caught in a bear trap.

Great.

Schatz nearly dropped the music box in his shock, barely managing to keep it in his grasp, and his eyes slowly lowered to the trap.

"... AH--"

Suddenly, he jolted up in his bed, a breathless and terrified gasp fleeing his lips as all the adrenaline from an apparent dream seeped out of him slowly. "... Cat- Catnip, are you there, I had a bad dream ..."

"I'm here, Captain." The mouse was peacefully resting on his lap. "I'll always be here for you."

And he was. He was as Todlich approached and stopped to take his sweet time laughing at him. He was there when he shot his already wounded leg for good measure, too. He was still there as he was dragged, silent but struggling, to the iron maiden his Captain was eyeing earlier.

He'd suffer it all for him. Schatz didn't need to carry that with him. It was hard to keep his focus on creating a peaceful illusion for Schatz, but the mouse gave his all to maintain it even as he was shoved inside.

Todlich happily informed him the spikes would take an hour to plunge through with the button he just pressed -- hopefully that would be enough time to make the delusion line up with wherever Schatz revived, though Catnip usually possessed him again as soon as he did. It was rarely ever a worry.

What Schatz went through always was, though.

It was hard to maintain such a happy facade while simultaneously feeling spikes of all sorts pressing through himself, for the sake of saving his Captain from holding onto the same trauma. He tried to focus on the delusion more, the feeling of Schatz's hand brushing over his fur.

"You're a good mouse, Catnip. ... Why are you shaking? ..."

"... I wish I could protect you from your nightmares, Captain."

[casspurrjoybell-26]

Too Old For This - Chapter 28 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

"Err, we agreed we would, err..." Zachary trailed off, finding it hard to construct his sentence in the least crude way possible.

Asking for sex was up there among the most embarrassing things he'd ever had to do.

It didn't matter that Leroy had assured him that he wanted it to.

There was just something about it that made him doubt himself and feel a little desperate because well.

Leroy was Leroy... the cutest, most attractive man on two legs and he was just Zachary.

Riddled with inexperience and not much in the looks department 'so he thought' to offset it.

Leroy narrowed his eyes at the man for a bit before smiling when he realized what Zachary was trying to say.    

"We will," Leroy said, leaning forward until their lips touched.

He kissed Zachary, coaxing the older man's mouth open before deepening the kiss.

Zachary didn't know if it was abnormal to feel the blood rushing in his eyes whenever they kissed... it was overwhelming in a way that sent shivers down his groin and made his heart feel like it was going to collapse.

Zachary let go of Leroy's hand and then gradually reclined on his elbows, it wasn't long until he was laying down on the bed flat with Leroy hovering over him.

They kept kissing... even when Leroy's hands traveled under Zachary's shirt and then unzipped his pants.

The older man let out a sigh, feeling the pressure in his underwear build up as Leroy moved to straddle him.

The younger man broke the kiss, staring down at Zachary as he peeled off his own shirt.

Zachary watched as the cotton gave way to a washboard stomach with a happy trail of dark brown hair.

He noticed Leroy's freckles... his cute nipples as his chest heaved with every breath.

"Let's get rid of your shirt, too," Leroy offered, reaching down to touch the hem of Zachary's t-shirt.

The older man nodded, finally finding the will to pull his shirt over his head.

He felt his face get hotter with how much Leroy's expression seemed to change as his eyes scanned his body.

The young man rested his palm on Zachary's stomach, just inches away from his crotch before lowering and groping the mound of pent-up desire.

Zachary moaned, closing his eyes as he bit into his lip.

"Leroy..." he trailed in a shaky voice, opening his eyes to look at the man straddling him.

"You said you wanted me to top?" Leroy asked, looking down at Zachary as he unbuckled his trousers.

"Are you still sure, about this?"

The older man nodded, eagerly.

"Do I need to help you get ready?"

Zachary shook his head.

"I already did that," he admitted.

"It's how I..." he paused, staring at Leroy's lips.

"It's how I think about you."

Leroy's face gained a deep red color at the older man's words.

"Oh," he mumbled, seeming frazzled.

"With your fingers?"

It hadn't occurred to Leroy that Zachary masturbated to the thought of him at all.

"Yeah..." Zachary trailed, reaching out between them to rub Leroy's erection through his clothes.

"I have lube in my bag," he whispered just loud enough for Leroy to hear.

"I pretend you're in me and calling me names."

"Names?"

"You know, like... babe, love..." Zachary trailed off.

"Telling me that I'm hot."

"You are hot... so fucking hot."

Zachary paused, still not sure what to do with himself when Leroy made declarations like that.

"You know... when I imagine us having sex... I always think of your dick."

Zachary raised an eyebrow at his young lover's confession.

"You what?" 

"You know, the first time we saw each other like that... it kind of slapped me in the face, with how hot I thought it was," Leroy mumbled.

"I wanted to touch it... to suck it... to fuck you while you touched it... it just looks so good," Leroy muttered, reaching out to pull Zachary's underwear off.

The older man's erection popped out, falling back to rest just above his belly button.

"Will you touch it for me?" Leroy asked, pushing down his underwear and his pants so that his erection was in view as well.

"I'll go get the lube," he muttered, watching Zachary reach out to touch himself with a flat palm.

Leroy got up, taking his clothes off completely before ransacking Zachary's book bag.

He found the clear liquid in a small container with a corny brand that would make you beg Amazon to ship it off as discreetly as possible.

He looked over at Zachary who had taken off the rest of his clothes and was laying on his side, staring at Leroy with a look of anticipation.

"If it hurts you at any stage, you have to tell me to fuck off," Leroy admitted, crawling back into bed with the bottle of lube in his hand.

"Seriously," he added, watching Zachary spread his legs.  

Leroy fumbled with the bottle cap, feeling his grip shake as he squirted onto his fingers.

He leaned forward, looking between Zachary's legs before pressing into Zachary.

Leroy had never done this before... obviously... so the feeling of his finger being engulfed by the warmth as Zachary let out a whimper caught him off guard.

He felt himself heave as his eyes scanned Zachary's expression.

"Is that okay?" Leroy asked and Zachary nodded and then the young man took that as permission to slip in another finger.

This time he moved his fingers, watching as Zachary bucked and moaned.

He slipped in another and then another and then he was sure nothing else could go in.

He kept moving his fingers, watching Zachary for any signs of pain.

"Does that feel good?" he asked and the older man nodded.

"Do you want me to go faster?"  

Zachary nodded again.

"Yeah."

Leroy edged closer, bending over so he could press his lips against Zachary's panting mouth, as he continued to move his fingers inside him.

Occasionally his stomach would brush up against Zachary's erection, making the older man break the kiss as a sudden moan left his lips.  

"Zachary..." Leroy trailed, feeling his lower stomach swell as the older man continued to heave.

"I think I'm going to cum," he mumbled, fighting the thought in his head.

It was hard to watch Zachary like this.

It was like his masturbatory thoughts, had come to life.

"N-no..." the older man stuttered shaking his head.

"We're supposed to... Oh my God," he groaned, bucking below Leroy as the man grazed his soft spot.

"Do you want me to take my fingers out?" Leroy asked.      

Zachary nodded into the pillow.

"Yeah," he whispered, his French braids were coming loose and Leroy couldn't help himself when he reached out to give them the final untangling.

The man's hair sat around his face in huge twist outs and the whole sight was just too much for Leroy.  

"I'm going to try and top," Leroy rattled away, looking away before he could feel himself coming close.

He took his fingers out before leaning back until he was kneeling between Leroy's legs.

He positioned himself and briefly felt unsure of the situation once he pressed up against him.

"Let me know if it hurts," he mumbled, looking at Zachary as he pressed in.

Things were going fine until Zachary stiffened a bit, digging the fingers, into Leroy's back at a certain point.

"Are you okay? Can I keep going?" the younger man asked and Zachary nodded, into his shoulder resting his fingers until his hand was just a flat palm on the man's back.    

Leroy kept going, occasionally pausing to check on how Zachary was going and when he was in... fully seated... he felt such indescribable pleasure that he had to bite down on his lip.

'Fuck.' 

It was a feeling between spasming and melting from the heat.

Zachary's insides seemed to clench and relax with the timing of his breaths and Leroy couldn't concentrate.

"I'm so sorry Zachary, I don't think I can hold it... I think... I think I'm going to cum. I'm sorry," he found himself rambling as he tried to concentrate, do anything but prematurely stop now.

Zachary reached out to touch Leroy's face, caressing it before pulling him down for a kiss.

"It's okay," the older man said, sighing into the kiss.

"It's fine," he assured the younger man.

Leroy nodded as he started to move, watching Zachary's face twist in pleasure with every stroke but just as he'd predicted... he couldn't last very long and seemingly just as it started... it was okay.

With his legs bucking as he ejaculated right as he pulled out.  

He heaved, staring at Zachary's glazed stomach and the man's still erect penis that had clearly not had the same happy ending.

"I think I owe you a blow job or something..." Leroy trailed off and Zachary just smiled, laughing in that way of his that took all Leroy's anxieties away in a situation that should have otherwise led to a feeling of inadequacy.

[king-candy-lovemail]

ACE VENTURA X READER chapter 16

warnings: brief mention of blood, kidnapping, forced marriage/wedding, unwanted contact, attempted manipulation

ace sighed, scratching his head. well, public records confirmed it. milton fieldpool, only child of arthur and rebecca fieldpool. he'd never been institutionalized nor medicated, but files said when he was 14 his doctors tried. their attempts were somehow denied, and milton had little to no medical contact for the rest of his life.

ace checked the clock frantically, wondering when you would be back. he hadn't been back to the restaurant on account of the scene he had caused. surely it'd be any minute now...

and then an hour passed as though it was nothing.

ace turned to an anxious callie in his passenger seat, scratching her gently behind the ears.

"it'll be alright, callie... y/n's old enough to take care of themself..." ace muttered, petting the kitten as he watched intently out the car window.

fake-checking his invisible watch, ace sprung out of the vehicle suddenly. "alright, it's been long enough! y/n must be in trouble! let's go, callie," ace announced, quickly picking up the cat before marching away to search for clues.

ace stopped at a peculiar alley, a certain scent wafting from the darkness. ace treaded carefully into the passageway, looking around suspiciously. eventually, he reached a blood crusted spot on the concrete.

ace's face went white with terror, breath quickening. he plucked a short strand of brown hair up from the same spot, sniffing it before deciding to taste it.

ace recoiled in disgust, animatedly spitting at the taste. "eugh- YUCK! what kind of cheap hair gel is this?!" ace cried. he thought for a moment, realizing what this must mean.

"milton had told y/n that he wanted to look more like me... and from what i could see of him, he attempted this killer 'do," ace explained to the kitten in his arms, slicking his hair back slightly.

callie mewed at him, pawing at his face. ace huffed quietly. "something happened to y/n... and i'm sure that milton is behind it. if we don't act fast callie, then..." ace trailed off, not wanting to speak possibilities into reality. 

he gathered all the evidence he could before returning back to his car, heading to the police station as fast as he could.

you stood practically lifeless at the alter, breathing heavy and palms clamming up.

milton was desperately trying to figure out why his rented priest had cancelled last minute. a wedding based off a dark-web officiator wasn't exactly how you imagined your big day.

all you could do now was laugh despairedly at your situation. sure, you could hang on for as long as you could, but how long until the stockholm syndrome kicks in? how many more days, months, even years until you completely forgot about life away from milton? and would you eventually be brainwashed enough that you forgot about...

you squeezed your eyes shut. it didn't matter anyways. there was no way out of this. ace couldn't rush in alone- he would surely be killed. and milton's hypnotic powers... you were designated to believe that he could take out a police force. but then, you wondered to yourself, why hadn't he hypnotized you into loving him?

you figured there was no better time than the present to get your answers. ever curious, that trait may be wiped from you once you begin to fall under milton's manipulation.

"milton..." you croaked out weakly. he instantly snapped around to look at you, eyes brimming with adoration just from hearing your voice.

he rushed to your side, grasping your hands desperately. "what is it, my sweet?" he cooed, bringing a palm to your cheek. your first instinct, of course, was to flinch away. milton's soft expression turned dark for a moment before he forcefully grabbed your face, smile returning to his face as you made eye contact.

you cleared your throat, chalkiness coating the inside. "um... wh-why haven't you used your... amazing hypnosis powers on me?" milton stared at you sympathetically, now holding your face with both hands.

"oh, oh my darling..." he purred, dragging his left thumb over your bottom lip. you wanted to scream, cry, kick- anything to get away from him. but you withheld yourself, instead pretending to succumb to his advances.

"so many things you don't yet understand... let's just say that i know deep down you want me... i don't need to use my hypnosis to reveal that. all i need is time," milton growled, going back to his phone as he snapped away from you. "if only i could get a damn priest!"

your breathing returned to its shaky pace, your bound limbs begging to thrash about in order to escape the situation. you blinked hard, thinking about the only reason you were here in the first place.

i just need to ensure snuffy's safety. then, maybe... maybe my life will have amounted to something.

finally, you heard milton let out a triumphant squeal.

"oh, my beloved! finally, finally! within fifteen minutes, our officiator will have arrived! i had to venture off of the darker side of the internet, but... i'm happy to announce it's a priest nonetheless! if they object to our holy bounding under such circumstances..." milton giggled darkly to himself. "well then, perhaps they won't be getting out of here alive, either!" he continued his twisted, joyous laughter as he stroked the back of your hand with his calloused thumb.

he sighed, leaning his head onto your thighs. "oh, my darling..." he sang, nuzzling his face into your warm skin, "i can't believe i get to finally, truly make you mine."

as your heart thrummed in your chest out of terror, you heard a knock on the heavy oak door.

you knew at that moment your final innocence would be revoked.

[becca-e-barnes]

Innocent reader going to visit her favorite (and only) sheriff Lee in a new baby pink dress she bought. Lee sees her walk into his office and immediately his cock stiffins because got damn you don’t know how that dress hugs your curves and squeezes your breasts so perfectly. Lee sees your wide hips and plump breasts and just thinks about you being his house wife. That’s when he loses his shit rushing towards you bending you over his desk. He can’t wait anymore he needs to be inside you needs to hear your pretty little moans he needs to breed your pussy till your really his little innocent house wife

My head is so full of Lee today, it hurts 🙈 I really want to write something longer today and I'm so torn between Lee and DBF!bucky eughhh

But the thought of just stepping foot in the station in a pretty dress and as soon as Lee's eyes land on you, he feels himself twitching in his slacks. That man is never one to deny himself anything and certainly not the pleasures of your body so he's already thinking of all the places he could take you to inspect that sweet little cunt of yours.

Everyone knows you're here for Lee. It's not much of a secret, especially when you're in a little dress like that. It shows off every curve from your full hips to your soft, plush breasts.

But a dress like that turns heads and unfortunately, Lee doesn't work alone. Plenty of those men don't realise they're practically drooling at the sight of you, nor do they realise their boss' door is cracked open for a change.

"God damn, Bodecker's fuckin' lucky. Just know she's even prettier when she spreads those legs." One man grunts, his eyes not leaving you as you make your way to the door of the station, the most oblivious smile on your face, just excited to bring your partner his lunch.

"Would rather see her on her knees. Imagine that sweetie smiling up at you, begging t'have her throat fucked." Another muses to his friend while you're still out of earshot, before smiling at you warmly as you walk past.

Lee's blood is fucking boiling in his veins. He's got half a mind to trail both of them outside but he's not sure he'd be able to stop himself if he started laying into them.

By the time you've made it to the door of his office, your smile is still intact but the same can't be said about his. "Don't close the door." He barks, not moving from his desk. He doesn't even get up to roll the blinds down which is unusual.

"You hungry, baby? You're a little grumpy." You smile, setting the paper bag on his desk, totally unperturbed as you slide into his lap.

It's not your fault of course. He'd never think that. You should be free to wear whatever you damn well please, those assholes shouldn't think they can say whatever they like about a woman going about her day but it stirs up something so possessive in Lee.

"You have any idea how fuckin' good y'look?" He whispers, totally ignoring your question because he's not hungry for whatever you've put in the bag. Your breasts are beautifully framed in that dress, pushed up a little and looking fuller than ever.

"You like it? I saw it yesterday and it made me think of you." You admit, watching his eyes light up because this is all for him. God, you're an angel.

"Kitten, the only thing I think would make this dress prettier would be a heavy baby bump under it." His huge hands are splayed over your tummy on top of the fabric of the dress, not missing how your hips roll against him just a little, a soft groan slipping from you.

"Oh baby, don't tell me ya want that as much as I do. Cause the thought of makin' ya my sweet little pregnant housewife is makin' my head spin." He admits, kissing your neck with a burning lust he doesn't normally surrender to with the door open.

"Want every last one of those assholes out there to hear me fuck a baby into my sweetie. Hell, how 'bout I fuck you against the glass? Let 'em watch me make my girl a mommy. They can watch me flood this tight little cunt. Bet they'll find it hard to keep jerkin' off to my girl when they see you leave with my cum runnin' down your legs." He's so lost in his own filthy thoughts as he frees his cock, sliding it home into your body.

Knowing the door is open doesn't even make you want to stay quiet. "Wouldn't that be nice? A ring on your finger and my baby in your belly. Pretty Mrs Bodecker. Fuck, 'm not pulling out. Gonna cum so deep inside you, there's not gonna be a chance I didn't knock you up." He's frantically rutting into you, sucking at your skin and groaning while he rubs your clit with two fingers. The chair beneath you is the only one protesting, creaking as Lee tries to use the limited space to thrust up into you.

[heartofspells]

Read the previous parts here or on AO3.

Cw: blood, major character death 🤷🏻‍♀️

@wolfstarmicrofic​

Prompt: wilderness

Sirius' back collides with a nearby tree before his legs are giving way beneath him, his body slumping to the ground like all the air's gone out of it. Remus rushes forward, hearing frantic footsteps pounding behind him, but he's surprised he can hear anything over the intense volume of blood echoing through his ears with every frenzied beat of his heart.

He drops to his knees beside the other man, hand coming up to press over the large wound of his neck. Purple tendrils of light seep through his fingers with the wetness of crimson blood turned black in the night, the tint to Sirius' eyes fading until nothing remains but that fathomless grey, a vast wilderness of such beauty and majesty now dulling like a forest set to blaze and then left to die.

Remus can't catch his breath, his lungs no longer working, but he's not sure why. Sirius' head lolls a little to the side where it rests against the rough tree bark, his gaze fixed on Remus but waning, eyelids fluttering and reopening slowly.

"No, you're fine," he snaps at the dark headed man. "Don't look at me like that. You're fine, you fucking arse. James!"

The footsteps he'd heard distantly are beside him now, and Remus looks up to see Lily and James above him, eyes wide, James' hazel irises filled with some sort of internal struggle. Lily drops to the ground next to him, her growing stomach not seeming to hinder her movements now. James doesn't move, still balancing on that thin rope of right and wrong.

"James, please!" begs Remus desperately, feeling Lily's hand coming down to rest on his arm.

James looks down at him, battling with himself for a moment before he nods once and urges Remus to the side as he falls to his knees in the damp earth. He nudges Remus' hand away and sets to work, Remus not daring to breathe. James can do it, Remus knows he can. He's better at healing spells than anyone else in the Order, having been studying to become a Healer before the war had increased and pulled his focus.

Lily shifts through the grass until she's beside him again, her arms wrapping around him like a form of comfort Remus can't currently feel. She murmurs gentle words into his ear that he can't process, watching with fixed eyes as James' wand works, slowly at first, but speeding up, movements becoming almost desperate and frantic. Remus feels something in him break, snapping apart, when the other man stills, his hand and wand dropping to his side heavily.

James stares at Sirius for a long moment, grey eyes gazing back, something in them Remus can't read. Then James is turning to him, his gaze guarded but filled with a deep sympathy Remus refuses to accept.

"No," he grunts out even as James shakes his head.

"I'm sorry, Remus," he says, and he sounds truly apologetic. "I can't – I don't even know what this is. I've never seen it before. There's too much damage. There's nothing I can do."

It's Remus' turn to shake his head almost violently. He pulls away from Lily's hold, anger rushing through him like torrential waves, but he stops when Sirius speaks.

"Fuck off, Potter," he chokes, and his voice is weak, wet sounding, a small gurgle layering over the back half, but Remus can still hear the cheek within it. "Hogwarts' golden boy, a miserable failure like the rest of us. Imagine that."

James meets his eyes again as he pushes himself to his feet, helping Lily up as well. There's a level of melancholy in them that Remus can't look at for too long. James guides Lily a small distance away from them, the couple watching silently as Remus moves forward, his hand coming up to Sirius' neck again, placing pressure over the wound that's still bleeding but tapering quickly.

"You're fine," he says, his own voice nearly as strangled. "You'll be fine. We'll get you to St Mungo's. They'll know what to do."

Sirius' hands lift slowly, the motions sluggish, like his arms are weighed down by heavy rocks. One settles over Remus' at his neck, the other wrapping around the back of his head. He pulls Remus in close, his eyes falling closed as they move together, grey wiped away like the clearing of a storm. Lips find his briefly before they trail to his ear, breath shifting through his hair with the whisper of words.

Remus stiffens when he hears them, not knowing how to react or what to think. But before he can figure it out, there's the smallest of hitched breathing passing beside him, and the hold on him falls slack. And just like that, everything is over.

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

The Flat Tire Part 6

It's been a long few days, there is a hole in the ceiling and my uni teachers think that a week is enough to prepare for an assignment worth 40%. It's been a long fucking decade.

This is my mental health self-care so expect it to be super fluffy and lovey dovey.

Warnings: Angst with hints at a happy ending, vandalism, breaking and entering, hurt/comfort. If it's not clear already this is a Clay hate blog.

1,439 Words

Part 5

Requests are open

"Chibs, are you in........ oh shit" Juice took one look at your half-naked body on top of his brother and shut the door. You could hear him yelling at the guys as he walked away.

"Hey guys, Chibs finally grew some balls and told y/n the truth."

What?

"Philp, what does Juice mean by that?"

All you could hear was the rush of blood in your ears, your scalp was suddenly really hot and it felt like there was no air in the room.

"Philp, what is Juice talking about!?"

"Y/n....I" he was looking at your dead in the eye and you felt the universe collapse into just you and him.

"CHIBS, WE'VE GOT TO GO" Clay's voice was booming, it left no room for 5 more minutes.

"Go, it's ok. We'll pick this up later." you shot him a pointed look and climbed off him. He left without a word, only casting a glance back at you when he was at the door.

It was only early, which meant it would be a long night.

You didn't know whether you should stay here and wait for Chibs to come back or go home and give him the chance to think things over. But you left soon after Chibs did, stopping to say goodbye to Gemma.

The drive home was uneventful. All you wanted to do now was sleep, you could deal with Chibs in the morning.

When you pulled up to your home, something was wrong, the door was still locked, and it didn't look like someone was there, but something was very wrong.

When you opened the door, it was clear what was wrong, your home was trashed.

All your furniture was ripped apart and broken, even the walls had holes in them. There was painted writing on one wall in big red letters.

Your dead Biker whore

It was time to call Chibs.

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Chibs and the guys were there within 10 minutes. The moment he pulled up to your house, he was off his bike and wrapping you in his arms. You and Chibs stayed outside while the guys went inside to look at the mess.

You could hear Juice through the open front door

"They didn't even use the right you're."

You started to laugh, not because it was funny but because if you didn't laugh, you'd cry.

"Sorry about Juice, he can be a bit dense sometimes." You could usually tolerate Tig, but right now, his presence made you want to scream.

"No Tig, I appreciate his candor." Tig didn't reply, you knew your tone was terse but you couldn't be bothered to soothe his ego.

"I'm sorry Lass, if there's anything I can do name it and it's done" Chibs was still holding you, his hand moved to your head and he was stroking your hair softly.

You vaguely registered Clay coming out of the house to take a phone call.

"I don't want to be alone tonight" You went to continue but Chibs was already replying.

"Done, you can stay where ever you like." He was going to say more but Clay interrupted.

"She'll have to stay at the Clubhouse, we're in lockdown." Clay looked mad and a little worried.

'What's going on?" You could tell by Chibs' tone that something was wrong but he didn't want to let on.

"Juice's favourite Crow Eater was hit as well, same MO." Clay looked more bothered than angry now, and you got the sense that he didn't really care.

You looked up at Chibs, he was looking back at you in a way that was hard to describe, a mix of affection and worry.

"We should go with Juice to pick Jessica up. I can't imagine he'd stay behind." Chibs gave you a sweet smile.

"You're so thoughtful Lass, I'm sure Juice will be happy to have us along."

"Come on, we better head out" He was putting gentle pressure on your lower back to guide you towards his bike.

"Wait!"

You were already running inside, just as you crossed the threshold, you yelled.

"I need to get my new helment" You couldn't see it put Chibs was smiling so wide that his face was hurting.

Two minutes later, you came racing out, joining Chibs and his bike. Juice looked like he was about to have a panic attack but you appreciated him waiting for you.

"I"ll have Gemma pack a bag for you, it will be there when you get to the Clubhouse" Clay wasn't even looking at you when he said it; in truth, you were glad to be getting away from him.

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Jessica was already waiting with a bag packed when you turned up at her apartment, you could tell she had been crying. Juice was practically off the bike before it came to a stop. He was embracing her before she had the time to get a word out, you wondered if that's how you and Chibs looked earlier that night.

Juice was handing Jessica his helmet while they were having a hushed conversation, you could tell Juice was saying the right things because she already looked much better.

"Are you sure we'll be safe at the Clubhouse Philp? Jess and I aren't really that important, and they came after us. These guys clearly know what they're doing." Chibs bristled when you said you weren't important but he let it go.

"Don't worry y/n, no one is going to let anything happen to you" he looked over at Jessica "either of you."

The ride to the Clubhouse was a strange mix of cautious and rushed, you could tell that they didn't want to speed but they were also hyperaware of what was going on around them.

By the time you pulled in to T-M what you assumed was the lockdown was already in place; there were two men at the front gate, one had a gun and the other was focusing on getting the gate opened and closed as fast as possible.

Most of the people who were outside were Sons, all armed to some degree. There was a buzz in the air, a mix of anger, excitement and fear. Gemma was standing there with a bag from your closet.

She was walking up to you as you got off the bike.

"You doing ok?" She didn't sound worried, tried yes, but not worried.

You nodded, you were unsure of how you were meant to respond.

"There's some supplies in the kitchen, I'm sure the guys would appreciate you and Jess putting someting together. I'll be in to help out in a bit."

Chibs looked like he was going to deny her when you stepped in.

"Thanks Gem, it will be nice to take my mind off the mess back home."

You couldn't see it but Chibs and Gemma were having a conversation, Chibs was looking at Gemma like she was telling him the secrets of the universe.

"Don't let that one go Chibs, she special."

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You were correct in your earlier statement, cooking dinner with the other ladies (and Chucky) had really helped you feel better. The guys had been in and out all night, but there were always at least four SAMCO members there at one time. Sons from other charters were arriving as well, you were beginning to wonder if this was far more serious than Chibs let on.

It must have been the early hours of the morning when you were finally exhausted enough to sleep. You walked like a zombie into the same dorm you were in at the beginning of the night, your bag was on the floor next to the bed and the sheets had been changed.

Chibs was close behind, you imagine to talk to you away from everyone else.

"I'm sorry this happened to you, I never thought the stuff with the Club would come around and hurt you."

There was so much you wanted to say to him, but you had no idea where to start.

"It's ok, I know all about what you do."

"I don't mind, at least I didn't get shot."

"I was planning on painted my walls anyway."

"I don't care as long as your here."

"You have my whole heart, please be careful with it."

"I feel like I've know you my whole life."

"Be my forever"

"I love you."

Chibs interpreted your spiralling thoughts.

"Whatever you need, I'm here."

You felt adrift, only teathed to the earth by his presence next to you.

"Stay with me, please"

Part 7

[komotionlessqueenmm]

One man's trash, is another man's treasure.

(3-4)

Short story # 6

2,216 - Words

Fandom - House of Wax (2005)

Pairing - Bo Sinclair X Reader

Summary - The reader finds herself & her 4 month old son stranded in Ambrose. While Bo finds himself enamored with the woman, wanting nothing more than to protect and provide for the two of them.

Warnings - Some dark topics, talk of abusive relationships, eventual blood & death, eventual smut. (I'm not sure what else tbh)

Notes - At this point both Bo and (Y/n) are really feeling that connection between them.

Pt. 1 ~ Pt. 2 ~ Pt. 3 ~ Pt. 4

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By the end of the day (Y/n)'s jeep was all fixed up, but with as late in the evening as it was she decided to stay another night, with some encouragement from Bo of course. While (Y/n) and Von slept soundly in the guest bedroom, Bo met his brothers down at the garage, discussing what they should do, and if they should do anything in the first place. "I don't know Bo, her ex tried killing her because she was pregnant... She'll be running her whole life from a man like that." Lester sighed, not wanting anything to happen to (Y/n). "So we let her stay here, we can protect her from him easily." Bo shrugged. "What about when she realizes what happened to the people here? Or she finds out about Vincent's projects." Lester argued. "We'll explain it, make her understand." Bo countered. "How?" Lester asked feeling a little concerned. "I don't know yet." Bo admitted with a sigh. "I think we should start by introducing her to Vincent." He continued his thought, glancing to his twin, who made an almost concerned groan. "If she can accept him, I'm sure she'll accept the rest." Bo lit a new cigarette after finishing his statement. "And if she doesn't?" Lester asked. "That's not an option." Bo's smirk made worry spark in Lester's heart. Despite this however he chose to keep his mouth shut, and allowed his older brother to do whatever he had in mind.

When morning came, (Y/n) woke up early and cooked breakfast. "Morning." Bo murmured with a sleepy smile on his face, having been woken from the smell of bacon. "Morning Bo, I hope you don't mind." (Y/n) smiled sheepishly as she looked to what all she had cooked. "Not at all." Bo shook his head, happily accepting the cup of coffee she handed him. "Great." (Y/n) smiled brightly, the pair of them taking a seat beside eachother, eating their breakfast in a comfortable silence. Excluding the occasional hum of approval Bo gave when he bit into something new. And by the time they finished Von began crying from upstairs, cueing (Y/n) to fetch him to begin his morning routine.

"Hey I was going to do those." (Y/n) pouted playfully when she entered the kitchen, finding Bo working on the dishes. "Eh don't worry about it, you cooked I'll clean up." Bo winked making (Y/n) blush as she sat at the counter, adjusting herself to feed a fussy Von. "My brother wants to meet you before you leave." Bo stated casually. "Really?" (Y/n) smiled softly. "Mhm." Bo nodded his head with a hum. "I'd love to meet him." (Y/n)'s grin widened a little, feeling honored that he'd want to meet her. "We'll meet him up at the house of wax in an hour." Bo confirmed as he finished up the last dish. "Sounds fun, I've never been to a house of wax before." She hummed as she propped Von onto her shoulder, burping him. "I'm gonna go take a quick shower, let me know when you're ready." Bo insisted casually as he moved to wipe the spit up off of Von's chin. "Okay will do." (Y/n) smiled with appreciation, hopping up from her seat to get herself and Von dressed.

Once inside of the wax Museum (Y/n)'s attention was drawn to just about everything within sight, making Bo chuckle as he watched her ogle everything. "I take it you like it?" Bo mused with a grin. "I'm a little obsessed, is everything in here really made of wax?" She asked turning to look Bo in the eye. "Just about everything, most of its wax, but some of it isn't." Bo shrugged a little. "The vase?" (Y/n) asked as she pointed to the large decorative vase. "Wax." Bo nodded. "The couch?" She pointed to the couch two wax figures sat upon. "Wax." He chuckled. "How about the...." (Y/n) looked around before realization struck her. "The building?" She turned her attention to Bo, her eyes widening when he nodded his head yes. "Wow that's insane." (Y/n) chuckled with astonishment. "But you like it yeah?" Bo asked. "I love it! I can't imagine how long this must have taken to craft all of this, but it's very impressive." (Y/n) beamed making Bo chuckle softly. "Vincent will be happy to hear that you like his work." Bo mused. "Wait he did all of this?" (Y/n)'s eyes widened. "Not all of it, but a lot of it." Bo explained. "Wow I wish I had that kinda talent." (Y/n) chucked softly, jumping when a statue in the back moved. "Alright no need to scare her." Bo chuckled with a shake of his head, the once statue approaching the pair. "I was not expecting you to move, I really thought you were a statue." (Y/n) chuckled nervously.

"(Y/n) this is my brother Vincent." Bo introduced the two, the masked brother timidity offering (Y/n) his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you." (Y/n) smiled looking at his mask with curiosity. "Is your prosthetic made of wax?" She asked without thought, but he only tilted his head to the side. "Your mask." She clarified, smiling when he nodded his head yes. "That's very cool, did you make it yourself?" (Y/n) asked chuckling when he nodded his head again. "You don't talk much huh?" She tilted her own head a little. "He can't." Bo clarified unknowingly making (Y/n) suddenly feel guilty. "Oh I didn't know, I'm sorry." (Y/n) ducked her head down, feeling stupid for opening her mouth. "Vincent do you wanna show her?" Bo asked his brother, who hesitated for a moment before nodding his head in agreement. (Y/n) picked her head up, watching in amazement as Vincent removed his mask. "Wow." She muttered under her breath, taking in the sight of his face, frowning a little when he looked away from her. "What happened?" (Y/n) turned to Bo. "We were born as Siamese twins, and our daddy was an unorthodoxed doctor. He was able to separate us as infants." Bo explained suddenly feeling subconscious himself. "Wow... That's incredible." (Y/n) murmured softly. "You're both incredible." She chuckled softly looking back to Vincent, who smiled back at her before putting his mask back on.

--Later that day--

Having decided on stay one more day (Y/n) sat with Bo in his living room talking about this and that, and joking about nearly everything. "(Y/N)!" A voice yelled from outside, cutting off (Y/n)'s laughter, a look of terror filling her eyes in an instant. "(Y/N)!" The man yelled from outside for a second time. "It's him... It's Trent, he's come for me!" (Y/n) panicked, explaining to Bo why she suddenly got so fearful. "(Y/N) I KNOW YOU'RE HERE!" Trent yelled, sounding a bit closer to Bo's house now. "I'll keep you safe." Bo promised before he rose to his feet, grabbing the shotgun he kept near the front door. "Wait he's dangerous." (Y/n) rushed to follow Bo outside, leaving Von in his crib asleep. "COME OUT COME OUT COME OUT!" Trent taunted from the center of town, his attention turning to a pissed off Bo Sinclair. "Found yourself a gullible local huh?" Trent sneered at (Y/n) who ignored her fear and continued following Bo. "I suggest you get outta here and forget about (Y/n)." Bo warned, resting his shotgun on his shoulder, standing about eight feet from Trent, who only scoffed at his threat. "How about you go fuck your sister, and leave me to my business." Trent hissed, his words only fueling the hatred Bo felt for this man. "Your business best consist of you getting outta my town." Bo glared Trent down, who only chuckled. "Sure I'll get outta your town, once I have her." Trent pointed to (Y/n), but Bo only pushed (Y/n) to stand back a little.

"That ain't gonna happen." Bo shook his head with a mocking grin on his face. "How did you even find me!?" (Y/n) asked the question that had been plaguing her mind. "Remember my buddy Stan? I had him bug your car with a GPS tracker." Trent mocked as he flashed them the receiver of the tracker. "Now get over here." He growled as he pulled a pistol from the back of his belt. As Trent trained the pistol, Bo stepped in front of (Y/n) training his shotgun on Trent. "I'll only warn you one more time." Bo hissed, resisting the urge to just blow the motherfucker away. "Fuck you, you fucking redneck." Trent taunted before he pulled the trigger, but his gun jammed and Bo smirked. "Nah fuck you." Bo retorted before pulling the trigger, blowing open Trent's chest. (Y/n) screamed at the sound, her heart racing in her chest. Almost like everything was moving in slow motion, (Y/n) watched Trent's body hit the ground with a thud, dead as dead gets. Bo was quick to spin on his heel, gently setting the gun on the ground he scooped (Y/n)'s shaking form into his arms. "Sh darling it's alright, I've got you. You're safe now darling, I've got you." He murmured against the crown of her head, carrying her back into his house. "It's okay (Y/n), rest now. I'll take care of everything, I'll take care of you." Bo promised as he laid her down on the couch, lovingly stroking her hair, before he kissed her temple. The events suddenly flipping a highly protective and tender switch within Bo, not that (Y/n) was complaining in the slightest, taking great comfort in his words and actions.

A few hours passed and in that time, (Y/n) had calmed down, and thought about a lot of things. Bo had dealt with the body and come back to (Y/n)'s side within the first hour, allowing her to cuddle into his side and think. "Bo what is this place?" (Y/n) asked with worry laced in her voice. "What?" Bo frowned his brows, a confused smile on his face. "Please don't lie to me anymore, please tell me what this place is. This town its just not right, in all the time I've been here I've only seen you Lester and Vincent." (Y/n) explained, suddenly feeling concerned for her baby's well being. "I want to tell you, I've wanted to tell you for a while now... But I don't want to scare you away." Bo hung his head. "Not telling me is scaring me, Bo please tell me." She insisted. "You know I would never hurt you or Von right?" Bo asked, his eyes the tiniest bit glossy. "Of course I know that." (Y/n) licked her lips, ignoring the worry bubbling at the back of her mind. "The town been abandoned for a decade, me and my brothers took it over a few years ago." Bo began. "Brothers?" (Y/n) asked having caught the plural. "Lester is mine and Vincent's younger brother." Bo explained frowning a little when (Y/n)'s eyes filled with worry.

"Lester convinces people to come to Ambrose, and me and Vincent kill them." Bo revealed, his confession making (Y/n)'s breath hitch in her throat. "Lester called me after he dropped you off at the gas station, and he told me to help you out, he insisted that we spared you." Bo licked his lips nervously. "I wasn't going to listen to him, but when you didn't snoop around town like everyone else, I was curious about you... Then I seen you, and your baby, and any dark thought I had washed away in an instant. The more we talked, the more I was intrigued with you... The more I wanted to protect you, especially when you told me about your ex." Bo admitted, his words surprisingly soothing (Y/n). "I'm sorry..." Bo muttered under his breath. "I forgive you." (Y/n) smiled softly, sitting up she adjusted herself to straddle Bo's lap. "I forgive you." She repeated herself as she took his face between her hands. "You've been better to me than most people in my life, and while the knowledge of what you and Vincent do... Is almost heartbreaking... I forgive you. I know you won't harm me or Von, to proved yourself to me today when you saved me from Trent." (Y/n) leaned in and gently kissed Bo's lips, pulling away all to soon. "I don't want to leave, I want to stay here with you... To love you despite the things you do, to love you despite the monster you can be... I want you for who you are, darkness and all." (Y/n) confessed, making Bo's mind go hazy with adoration. "Please stay." He muttered subconsciously. "I am." (Y/n) rest her forehead against his, smiling when he wrapped his arms around her waist.

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Part three is complete!!!!

Part four will hopefully be posted tomorrow evening.

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