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[randomfoggytiger]

X-Files Collector's Edition: Friendship Fix (According to Various Authors) Part 1

Mulder and Scully didn't just gaze into each other's eyes and fall madly in love-- they had a relationship built on friendship before their switch flipped. These fics are a collection of different authorial takes on that friendship.

Loose chronological order below~

@we-mad-guys

Mulder is still distrustful of Scully; but she gives him a genuine compliment when they run into each other at the mall.

@sarie-fairy (Ao3)

Scully is still distant from her werid new partner; but she is still going to reach out to support him during an emotionally fraught meeting.

@ringsidehoney/kittenscully

Mulder is tense when Scully comes to his apartment for the first time. She, unlike Diana, likes it. (Ao3)

Solia (FFN)

Scully hates the sneers Mulder endures from his peers, feeling pressured to stand up for him. She does. (FFN)

@mldrgrl (Ao3)

Mulder engages Scully in a stakeout car game, fuming over her first crush and telling her his pet names.

Scully pet sits ONCE and Mulder's fish dies. She runs around trying to replace it in the 15 min. she has until his return.

@scullysexual/PostApocolypticAlien

Scully only sleeps on Mulder's shoulder in moving vehicles. (Ao3)

Scully shoves an agent mocking Mulder.

Mulder's nightmare drives him to call Scully. She talks to him all night.

Scully re-wraps Mulder's sloppy gift; and is surprised it's for her.

@debbierhea/thexfilesbabe/i-am-alittle-on-edge (WBM)

Mulder enjoys Scully "spying"-- she sees him all too clearly, and doesn't hold anything against him.

@msrafterdark (Ao3)

Scully is so stressed after a bad date that Mulder covers for her at work.

Alcott

Scully supports her dying friend. Mulder is shaken at how peaceful her passing was.

@muldertxf (Ao3)

Mulder has a no show witness-- but he runs into Scully, they dance, and he drives her home. (Ao3)

@melforbes/@claup/everydaymsr (Ao3, WBM)

Mulder surprises his new partner with a Christmas gift, sending Scully into a last-minute shopping spree.

@minuete-blog (Ao3)

Mulder tells Scully about his failure to save a little girl. She assures him he at least brought her family justice.

Scully and Mulder help a pooped-out Frohike after his intesively unsuccessful surveillance. (Ao3)

@agent-starbuck (Ao3, WBM)

Mulder and Scully swap never-done-before trivia.

Mulder concludes that North Dakota stares back at you.

mimic117 (Gossamer, xflostnfound)

Mulder is sent on a period run for Scully; and wants to shoot the perky assistant.

@scully/humancredentials's

Mulder is incredibly smug that competitive Scully is losing in a board game.

I would continue; but life (and sanity) is cutting me short. Rest assured, this project will be completed soon~

In the meantime--

Enjoy!

[obxthornton]

You Arent Him.

Summary: Logan was dead, he had been for some time now. So who was this man in his suit in need of help?

Warnings: Light plot point spoilers for Deadpool and Wolverine (not really), Guns, angst, grief, talks of a miscarriage, and talks of death.

WC:2020

It had been a normal Friday. 

I woke up at 6 am, went into the woods to chop some wood for the stove, and cooked breakfast. My dog, Buck, stood next to me, waiting for his scraps of my breakfast. I ate a few bites before I put the plate on the ground and let him have the rest of the bacon and eggs. At 7:30 I took a shower before clothing my body in some jeans, tank top, and flannel. I made a cup of tea and I sat on the back porch, working on the painting I had started a few days ago. This piece was one of the mountain ranges that surrounded my house. I sat on my stool, using my pocket knife to open up a can of paint, and dipped my brush into it, working on the forefront of the painting. I had lived in this cabin for around 7 years now, alone, only with Bucks company. However, he wasnt much of a talker. Buck was around 11 now, an old companion who spent most of his time lying by my feet and barking at passing wildlife. 

I drank my tea, looking past the canvas to the area in front of me, and then painting it into the picture. I added the forefront trees, painting over the large less detailed ones I had painted in the back.  I looked up again, this time the image had changed. A large orange rectangle appeared causing me to drop my mug causing it to shatter. I stood up quickly as two figures started walking out. Reaching behind me I grabbed my rifle, cocking the gun, before standing on the edge of the porch, aiming it at the figures. My breath hitched and my eyes pulled away from the scope as one of the figures was in his suit, his. I shook the feeling away and put my face back up to the scope, shooting at the familiar figure first. I cocked the gun again and put a bullet in the red man next to him as well. "Woah Woah Woah!" The red man said holding up his arms, the orange portal closed behind the two, "We come in peace, lower your gun." I looked over the scope, blinking hard, trying to blink away the scene in front of me. I raised the gun again, staring at the familiar man in yellow in the scope, looking over his face. It couldn't be him. I shot the man again earning a groan from him. I squeezed my eyes shut at his voice, "Get the hell off my property!" I yelled shakily. Buck was barking and I opened my eyes to see the dog run towards the men. "Buck, get back here." I huffed, lowering my gun to not accidentally shoot him. Buck's barks were excited, he ran towards the man in yellow. He jumped up, squealing in excitement, barking and clawing at the man.  The man looked confused, kneeling down lightly so he could pet the dog. Buck licked his face and barked, rolling his body against the man's chest. I let out a shaky breath as I put the gun on safety and laid it back against the wall. "You got a bathroom out here? Traveling always messes me up." The red man him now right behind me, and Buck was in the arms of the yellow man. "Get the hell away from me." I huffed holding out my finger to the man, "I don't know what you think you are doing by looking like that but it's not going to work. Leave and never come back." He was so close to me now. My eyes settled on his face, racking him over to see if it was really him, it was. His face, is all the same, just alittle older. His eyes connected with mine, the eyes I fell in love with. He set down Buck and grabbed the red man's arm, "let's get out of here," he muttered. "What! we need her to save the timeline." He turned towards me, "Please ms, we have traveled across space and time to get to you. We are from a different timeline, and we need your help to save my timeline. You know logan right? This timeline's Logan, not Wolvie right here." The man spoke fast and I looked over at Logan, my eyes raking his face. His face showed he didn't know who I was, "we were told to come to talk to you."

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "We can talk inside. I'll make tea," I stated grabbing my riffle and motioning my head for Buck to follow me inside. "oo yay, I love tea." the red man said following close behind. "I wasnt expecting guests so ignore the mess," I stated, walking in. The floor was littered with old paintings I had completed. I watched as Logan froze in the doorway, his eyes landing on one picture on the wall, a large image framed from my wedding day. 

The two men sat on the couch, Buck in between them. The red man, Wade I learned, was sipping a cup of tea I had made for him.  I prepared Logan's tea, steeping a bag of peppermint tea with one sugar cube and no milk, the way he had liked it 7 years ago.  I walked over, holding the mug in hand, and setting it on the coffee table in front of him. His eyes were wide and he looked alittle bit uncomfortable, looking around at the photos on the wall of the cabin. "Thank you for the tea, you have a lovely cabin here!" Wade exclaimed, his legs crossed, "I love these photos, the only proof I have that Wolvie here could smile if he wanted to." I gave the man a small smile, pulling my legs underneath me in the chair across from them. Logan gave Wade an annoyed look before he picked up the tea. He took a sniff and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he took a sip and his face looked even more confused. "peppermint with one sugar." I said lightly causing him to look up at me, "My husband's favorite. I hope it's okay." He nodded and took another sip, cradling the warm cup in his hands, and staring down at it.

"Can you tell us alittle about him?" Wade said pointing to one of the pictures on the wall.  I hesitated, feeling the weight of my grief pressing down on me. But something in Logan's voice, the earnestness, made me want to share. "He was... brave," I began, my voice breaking slightly. "He was a fighter, in every sense of the word. But he was also kind, in his own rough way. He loved this cabin, our life together. He would spend hours tinkering with things, always trying to fix or improve something, even if it was already perfect." I played with the sleeves of my flannel, "He had this way of making everything feel... right. When things were bad, when everything was falling apart, he'd just pull me close and remind me that we were in it together. No matter what happened, he was there. He was my rock."

"Me and Logan met at a grocery store, I accidentally hit him with my cart and he was pissed. But then, he wasnt. I was probably 23, I don't know how old he was, he wasnt too fond of his old age." I stated, "We were together it felt like forever, he was the love of my life." Logan's face in the picture was happy, it was me, him, and Buck as a puppy, standing in front of the cabin. "This year we would have been married for 11 years," I sighed, "but he died 7 years ago." Logan's eyes were large as he listened.

Wade waved his hands, "wait wait wait, how? Arent you like immortal." His question was voiced at Logan, not necessarily at me. "Logan was sick, he had been sick for alittle. The adamantium was poisoning him and he wasnt doing the best." I shook my head thinking about him, "I had a bad accident that sent me into a coma about a year into Logan being really sick.” My voice caught in my throat for a second and I tried to regain my composure, “we had just found out I was pregnant too. Logan was so excited to be a father, he always wanted kids.” I shook my head trying to get the thoughts out, “we lost the baby in the accident. I would have died too, I should have died." I stared down at the messy coffee table, "But Logan is dumb, he's smart, but he was so incredibly dumb. God I hate him. I hate him for dying and I hate him even more for making it so I couldn't." I dugg around in my shirt pocket, grabbing out my pocket knife. I flicked it open, making a large slit in the palm of my hand. I held up my hand and watched as the cut slowly healed. "Dont even know how he was able to do that. I woke up in my bed, Logan's hand in mine, but he was gone." I looked at the two men, "I hate him." I turned and looked at Logan, "I hate you." Sighing I stood up, "You both should leave. I'm not going to be any help to you two."

"Wait, can we at least talk about this? Please we really need you to come back with us. Pretty please?" Wade hand praying hands, as he begged. I shook my head, "I'm sorry I'll be of no use." I turned away and walked into my bedroom, falling to my knees on the side of the bed. With my head in my hands, I cried, mourning the loss of him for what felt like another time. As if I was letting him die again. The presence of someone else filled the space and I sat up, rubbing my face. "You look just like him," I stated, smelling his familiar scent, "I have prayed every night that one day I would be reunited with my love. Yet I can't die and you aren't him."

I turned to look at the man who was looking around at the room Logan and I had called our own. More pictures scattered the walls, our closet open, filled with Logan's clothes that no longer smelt like him. "I'm not him," Logan stated. He kneeled next to me, his arms resting on his knee, the same way my husband would do when I was upset, "but I'm not leaving until I know eveyrthing is alright." My lip quivered as I stared into his eyes, "Can I have a hug?" I whispered, biting my lip to keep the tears from flowing. Logan hesitated for a second but slowly opened his arms. I latched myself around his neck, burry my face into his shoulder and his large arms wrapped around me tightly. He felt so familiar, he smelled so familiar. I cried. I cried while Logan hugged me, his arms getting alittle tighter as a sob escaped my lips. It was closer, it felt like closer. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry lo." I cried, gripping him as if he would disappear if I didn't hold on. He wasn’t the Logan I had lost, and he would never replace him. But there was a part of him, a reflection of the man I had loved, in the way he held me. It was enough to bring a glimmer of peace, and comfort I hadn’t felt in seven years. Though I knew I could never bring Logan back, or replace him, I could offer this man something. It was what my Logan would have wanted—to help, to support, to save the world. That's always what he wanted, to be a hero. He would have never turned down a way to help, to save people. I wasnt going to let his memory get tainted by my own grief. I obliged in helping the two men. And in that act of compassion, I found a small measure of solace, a piece of closure that I had been searching for. 

He had made everything alright. 

[acapelladitty]

Alittle request? Could you write some scriddler angst for little ol' me? :3

prompt: "will you love this part of me?"

(even better if you make it heart wrenching, of course only if you're into that.)

Oh yes! Enjoy this angsty little piece 💖💀

As soon as Edward had taken the call from his doctor, Jonathan understood the news was not good. A wicked sense of foreboding had settled in the room as the caller id lit up Edward's phone and the weight of it pressed on some unnatural sixth sense with enough force to make Jonathan's lips part as he narrowly avoided the urge to tell Edward to ignore it.

But accept it Edward had, and the colour which drained from his face was enough to confirm to Jonathan that his - their - very worst suspicions had been confirmed. Edward was unwell and it was an illness which he could source no remedy for as he hung up the phone wordlessly and dashed from sight.

Following him with increasingly heavy footsteps, Jonathan didn't need to be a genius to work out where Edward had disappeared to as he heard the retch of Edward's throat followed by the repulsive sound of the contents of his stomach being brought up in their shared bathroom. In this moment, with Edward collapsed to the bathroom floor, he looked older than Jonathan had ever seen him; the crows feet which touched at his eyes appearing deeper than ever as a new weight settled in his skin, an inevitability that time would swiftly take everything from him in due course.

"Frontal lobe. Cancerous. Inoperable."

Edward gave the diagnosis as bluntly as he would an answer to their daily crossword, his tone devoid of any real emotion and painfully agonised because of it.

"I am sorry, Edward." Jonathan replied, a stock response which in no way indicated to any of the sensations which rolled through his chest as emotion seared his thin frame. "For what it's worth."

"Will you love this part of me?" Blurting out the question, Edward's painfully green eyes refused to look away from Jonathan as they made their demands.

It was a cruel question, one which Edward already knew the answer to as neither man had ever claimed love as part of their relationship. Love was a commitment which both he and Edward had been molded to live without; a claim never made for them and one which they would never deign to make.

Will you love this part of me?

The months stretched ahead of him in an instant; the developing sickness as Edward's physical frame slowly deteriorated into nothing but violent decay and uncontrolled disgraces. A growing difficulty in maintaining hygiene and appearance would render his moods unmanageable and steeped in misery. Migraines so powerful that Edward would beg for death rather than survive another moment, his green eyes glazed over with the pain and medication which kept his body from falling apart too quickly.

Will you?

"I cannot give you what you need, Edward. Not now, with this, but I will endure with you until the end." Jonathan stated, allowing the slightest hint of regret to seep into his clinical tones. "You will die, afraid but not alone, and I will be left to continue on, alone but without fear."

Coughing away the sudden tightness of his throat, Edward's knuckles were visibly white as they gripped at the edge of the toilet.

"Will you lie and tell me what I want to hear?" He asked, voice strong despite it all.

"No." Jonathan answered honestly, willing to give him that at least.

Looking resigned to the response, Jonathan didn't miss the way that Edward straightened his spine as he pulled himself from his hunched position over the toilet bowl.

"Understandable." Edward nodded, his voice hollow as he pushed the fallen locks of reddened hair from his forehead. "I cannot fault you your decision so let this be the end of us discussing it. We have upcoming schemes which require our joint attention so perhaps an immediate distraction is what would suit us both."

Doubtful of that, Jonathan frowned as he forced his trembling fingers to still.

"News such as this will impact your cognitiive and decision making skills, Edward. I suggest you take time to process before-"

"My body may be killing itself, but sometimes I fear it's nothing compared to the rot which festers within you." Edward spat, the words visceral and true - coming from a part of Edward that Jonathan long understood to speak honestly where a silver tongue would twist it.

Unable to deny the words and feeling the childish need for a swift escape from the heightened situation, Jonathan simply nodded and whirled on his heels even as a familiar sense of dread settled heavily into his chest - the heft of it lanced with a deep sorrow which was as foreign to him as the cancerous cells which would slowly strip away everything which made Edward who he was. Who they were together.

Will you love this part of me?

No.

But that did not render it meaningless.

[not-your-kitten17]

Mommys needy girl (not regressed)

You talk to me in that sweet condescending voice that turns my thoughts into syrup and my body fuzzy. Praising me and call me a good little girl as we are cuddling on the sofa, me, listening to you talk and dumbly nod to your questions with the submission and compliance you adore. So easy and malleable, all while Stroking my upper thigh, at staring at me with such intensity that it causes me to squirm and squeeze my thighs shut. Feigning innocence you ask me whats wrong " whats wrong baby? Do you need to go to the bathroom?" Shaking my head but not responding verbally, you push " are you sure? Then whats wrong precious? Can you be mommys big girl and use your words" "i-i-mhm " after a few shaky breaths and some stuttering i manage to whine out "i f-feel funny " you smirk and feign concern " oh my poor baby, mommy cant help if she doesnt know where,come on my clever girl " struggling for a little bit, you watch me with adoration and patience " oh my poor baby, its hard huh " nodding along she continues " big girls know where they feel funny but it seems you are just mommys adorable little kitten huh? You can do it baby" Whimpering and leaning into your hand, i manage to breath out "stomach" "oh good girl!"

As you continue to feign ignorance you place your hand on my lower stomach, so close to my centre, and firmly rub in circles, making my funny feeling worse, making me whimper and firmly shut my eyes. Smirking once again you use your hana on my cheek to make me face you "ah,ah, open your eyes for mommy, come on" eager to be so good for you, i force my eyes open and i am met with your bright, proud smile " theres my pretty girl, so good for mommy, but i dont think this is the only place that feels funny huh? " shaking my head softly but staying silent you continue " aww my baby is just too dumb huh? Can you show mommy then,hmm? " shakely i point to my centre.your pupils growing and instinctively you lick your lips, cooing you say " oh no! Let mommy check, hmm? " sliding your hand, down from my stomach to my sex and firmly cupping it, the pressure making my gasp and whine for a moment " oh my poor baby, you are all sticky, you must be so achey down here huh? No wonder you couldnt focus, your naughty pussy was making you feel funny, trying to stop you from being my good girl " "it hurts mommy" holding back the smirk, you look up into my eyes, with concern and pity, while slowly moving your cupped hand in small soft circles, little whines escaping from my throat, you say " aww i know honey, i know " your face only showing sweet and innocent while your thoughts run wild with dirty ideas, wondering if you could make me cum just from this, how easy i am to break.

Pushing little firmer now, watching as i start to pant harder and my blush go deeper, loving watching my innocent reaction and being the only one to witness me like this. I, on the other hand, shaking and panting, so close to cumming just from the little stimulation over my panties, so sensitive, trying to stay still and not rut against your hand, only taking what you give. In my eyes, you seem so unaffected by what is happening, all until i hiss out a desperate "please.." to brain dead and floaty to fully ask, not really knowing what i was asking for. You lightly gasp and breathlessly and deeply say " oh babygirl, are you gonna make a mess for mommy?" My eyes quickly meet yours, to see the desperation in them too, and it just pushes me ever closer to the edge, so, so close, just alittle bit more, i close my eyes feeling the cord about to break, ready for the rush of pleasure......but it never comes, the pressure from between my legs removed, and i cant stop my eyes from filling with frustrated tears as the drip down my face.

Crying out "N-no! Why?!" As i am pulled into your chest, smoothered inbetween them as you shush and coo at me. " oh such a good girl, a perfect girl for mommy, you did so well..shhh, hush now sweet thing, its okay " gripping on to your clothes as i feel the need to be closer, to know its all okay and that i am safe. " you are so pretty when you cry, kitten " lifting up my face you kiss away the tears. After a little while of cuddling while i calm down, you say " come on now, lets go clean that face and get ready" i look at you confused, thinking ready for what, we didnt have any plans today. Laughing softly at my confused face, you continue. " silly girl, mommy arranged for us to go to dinner, we need to get ready if we want to make it on time, i already have your outfit all laid out for you on the bed " putting me on my feet, kissing my lips and then smacking my arse, you send me upstairs but not before telling me, with a slightly sadistic smirk" oh, kitten, keep those panties on, we have a long night ahead of us and we dont need to ruin two pairs now do we?.

[dreamingdarklyblog]

Good evening everyone. @jerolk here, giving some details on the various ways into DreamingDarkly's head that she can read right now. These are all active triggers/suggestions or ones that I've used in the very recent past

So first we have the standard trance trigger, the whole dropping into trance, falling away, etc. By far the most versatile of the ways that I can work with. Taking her extremely deep usually means she can't respond to you beyond a yes, no, think so, or ok. Not a place to be if you don't know for sure exactly what you want to do, or in her case, how she'll perceive it. In a medium level of trance, she's much more talkative, and generally helpful in brainwashing herself by giving opinions and sharing thoughts when asked. Absolutely the most time consuming method though, as even simpler concepts can take an hour to get across at times.

Next, we have the visualizer method. After some shopping around we chose one that has no old associations with it, and I've been working on strengthening the response (feeling happy, relaxed, horny, fixated, open, and more vulnerable than even the deepest trance). When shown the visualizer website (nimja!), and the right trigger phrase, she opens the page and learns the Truth, something that has to be drained out of her later or slept on to deactivate. She repeats back the Truth in discord as she learns it, so I can keep an eye on her and reassure her that I'm still there and haven't left her. Due to the nature of the site though, shorter phrases are better absorbed. It's not a method for complex ideas, but for things like making her sluttier, or killing her embarrassment, it's great. I have a snipped imgur gif of it as well, but it's not as easy to use as a quick fixation and induction when the words aren't dead center of the visualization. That part is a work in progress.

Next we have big tits making her more suggestible in general. Combine that with a hallucination trigger to make her see her tits growing, and you have a very solid way of twisting her logic through conversation. Some of my better work has come out of these times, and the suggestions given here tend to stay for quite a while. It's very rewarding when it works, but her and I have some talking to do when it comes to what the work "suggestible" means.

The same affect as above, only magnified occurs when she thinks she's sucking cock. This one is newer but is showing itself to be very useful. Big tits draw someone's attention, but sucking cock is an active process. Active processes make it easier to focus, and more focus means deeper suggestibility. Also, she finds cum doing things to her (making her dumber, her tits grow, her being more distracted, etc) very hot.

Last but not least, we have a trigger that makes whatever I told her last to be more true to her than it was before (not true to alittle true, alittle true to true, and true to very true). This is done while she's awake and aware, and she can feel her opinions changing. This often leads to a very consensual non-consent situation, because I know she finds it very hot to be mind control "live", but its still strange and probably low-key horrific to feel your mind twisting under the words of someone else. Still, she's really enjoying it, and so am I, so we'll keep using it.

Oh, and her reinforcement file. It's a text document that when triggered she drops into a light trance, reads and absorbs, then rubs herself right to the edge of a massive orgasm before waking up and cumming, so the orgasm hits her waking mind, leaving her aching for that feeling again. It's a way to outline things in detail but also simply that I want to keep fresh and rolling as we play, and where stuff like those blog triggers are headed.

And that's about the long and short of it right now. If you wonderful people have questions, hit me with them.

[triptychofvoids]

Okay okay uh- i mean most of what i do know is from my doctor and physical therapist, and i havent been to either in a- uh... can you please stop pacing for one sec? its hard to focus with you circling me like a shark trying figure out where to make the first bite... danke, doc.. uh anyways, i havent been to them in a long while so sorry if my infos alittle off

well structure wise, as far as i remeber they are similar to birds. Mine being closer to the structure of passive soaring birds. The bones are a good bit denser though, to line up alttle more with human bone density... uhh i dont really know alot connection wise, i think theres a kinda 'u' shaped indent with rasied edges that gives bone kinda somewhere to lock into with muscle and ligaments helping hold it in place. Theres definitely nerves going through it aswell, wouldn't be able to move them without nerves. But thats the most i know without you cutting them open, or taking an x ray...

Hmm well, movement with wings is akin working on a muscle group the casual person dosent overly use in their day to day, kinda. Regular exercise and engagement can improve that group and enable fluid movement, while even though youll still be able to move them, neglect can make them feel heavy or difficult to maneuver. One of my friends, is more active, so they find it easier to move them more effortlessly, whereas i, who mainly gestures or keep them still, struggle with their weight and strain a good chunk of the time. So yes i can move them an okay amount, but not as much as i should be able to. If that makes any sense to you, doc?..I dont think theyve ever moved on their own per se, but if you mean subconsciously, yeah definitely. According to people i know, i twitch or more or less flick my wing outwards alittle when im spooked, suprised, or taste something disgusting. Thats just one thing though, theres definitely some other subconscious things, that my friends could point out if asked...

So you got any other questions, doc? Or can i finally go home? I think ive been sitting here while you poke at me like a cadaver for a few days now

(Sorry, this is really longgg. This took OVER my brain for a day or two. Also also thanks for letting me momentarily ramble about this to you! This stuff has been rotting in my head for a while now)

ooh!! fascinating.. you are very interesting my friend!! all of this makes perfect sense to me now that youre explaining it, its just not something i get to see every day. or ever! im not sure i have encountered anything like this before, outside of my own experiments that is, but rest assured i am taking very thorough notes.... hm? oh, ja stimmt, i suppose youre free to go. but feel free to stop by again anytime!!

[scarlet-ancunin]

Considering the way I'm feeling currently could I request desire comforting the reader after a not so great family event

Yes my dear, don't worry *hugs* i will make a twist to certain things though *smiles* i hope this helps

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Everything Will Be Okay

Its wasn't going well for you or this family event you was attending.

Your heart was beating faster as they draw near and the time to becoming agonizingly slow which made it oh so worse.

You hadn't seem them for some time but you would love to.

Fear and anxiety is what was clouding your mind and you couldn't stomach the thought of ruining everything for yourself or others. But thay was you overthinking it.

During the dinner things may have gotten alittle on edge and you excused yourself trying not to cry or become to overwhelmed.

Clenching your chest tightly eyes shut you mumble softly one Name.

"You called my love?" Desire asked pulling you close to their chest and kissing you softly on your cheek. You was now in their threshold.

You cling to them sniffing telling them everything that was going on before they stopped you.

"Shh shhh everything will be okay love, you have to remember not everyone will agree with you profession and what you love what matters now is the support you have and most importantly I am here for you always."

You nod sniffing slightly as they wiped your tears away "how about i stay with you love I'll go back with you."

"Can i stay with you here" you mumble cutely to which they gave you a smug look "i know my home is divine darling but you have to go back and i will go with you okay I'll go ring the bell"

You nod and smile lightly "thank you dear" "of course my love I will always be with you. We can do this together"

Looking down at you hands blinking and for that quick moment you was back in your room you looked up and sighed.

"Honey, hurry down someone wants to see you" your mother would shouts and you was shocked to See Desire inside the house already and talking with your mother.

"Oh honey you didn't tell us you had a handsome friend coming over" she giggles when you blush.

It was obvious with Desire their everyone seemed calmer and was enjoying everything even coming to accept your profession after Desire explained why it was important to them slowly.

Desire could also tell that the mother knew you and him was a couple but they was happy to see you respected both their wishes to stay silent

Maybe this wasn't such a bad gathering after all. You held Desire's hand under the table a way of saying Thank you.

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[missmusicmary]

The Southern Table Athens, AL

Sunday Brunch menu

Since moving to Athens, Alabama (a surprising omen I believe may hint at me one day moving to Athena, Greece), my boyfriend and I have been on a hunt of what places excite our tastebuds. As odd as it may be to begin with a huge photo of a glass of sweet tea, in the south a good glass of tea is art. This glass of tea was pure diabetis (and yes, I am referencing the diabetis meme). This is the first glass of tea we have had that we approved of. Now when we walk around the town square on a blistering hot and humid day, we have a goto stop for a southern water.

First up:

Fried Green Tomatoes

Be warned, pimento cheese is also on top of them, ew. However, nothing alittle scraping action did not fix!

Although unpictured, there were seven tomatoes perfectly fried in a cornmeal batter. The aioli was amazing! It was zesty, tangy, and inviting. I actually beat my boyfriend to most of them!

Main yum:

Southern Burger

Some say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and some chefs say we eat with our eyes first.

The meal started off great with my boyfriend being so excited mentioning the chef's detail of the most wonderfully toasted top bun. Not to mention the same aioli from the fried green tomatoes! However, the joy was short lived. The bottom bun was burnt, a disappointment he went on about randomly for the rest of the day. Bacon, the salty mouth watering crunch that always brightens up a meal. Bacon, a meat that people compete on cooking. Bacon, an important ingredient that gives fat, salinity, crunch, and smokiness. The Southern Table must have missed the memo on what bacon should be, on what bacon could be. Their bacon tasted as if it was cooked an hour prior and sat on a hot plate to get soggy. There is a difference on purposefully flaccid bacon versus bacon not maintained to keep the integrity of its cook. The onion rings were under seasoned, while the fries were on the edge of tasting fresh. Atleast the fries were making me come back for more of them.

Chicken Biscuit Gravy

This dish has so much potential to be a heart fluttering explosion. These elements are my favorite things to eat!

My first bite of the biscuit and gravy had me question my food pallet. I am used to a homemade gravy, sometimes spiced with ground pepper for what I know as a traditionally southern peppered gravy. Lord knows my mother adds too much pepper. She even burnt most bacon, and because of that, I do not mind eating burnt crispy meat at times! However, this gravy was so unexpected I dived back in a few times throughout the meal to assess my feelings. This gravy is an onion gravy, with limited salt and no pepper. I am honestly not sure it is from scratch due to the sauce looking broken. The biscuit looked and tasted dense. It was pure Bisquick mix. I was really looking forward to a fresh biscuit considering all the photos the business posts. I know there are different kind of biscuits, but I was still trying to assess where the funky taste was coming from, that I did not focus on the biscuit until later in the meal. I eventually figured out the weird taste was onions in the gravy, and a huge metallic and salty taste in the biscuit. They were probably trying to hide the fact it tasted like Bisquick.

The fried chicken. Oh the love of my taste buds since I was a toddler. The one thing my family could always count on. My 'emergency frozen food' that is ALWAYS in the freezer. Such high high hopes. The chicken was moist, and yet rubbery. The flavor of a fast food joint I have not pinpointed yet. The batter looked old, the way it congealed to the chicken reminded me of post freezer burned frozen chicken.

Lastly, the potatoes. Frozen, over cooked, maybe double cooked, and sat in a hot plate. No way the potatoes are fresh.

Ketchup. Thank you ketchup.

My ending feelings are mixed. Maybe our bad experiences were due to arriving 30 minutes after opening, or the fact it was a brunch menu. I will always go back for the tea and fried green tomatoes. That is a definite. As far as brunch again, I would rather cook at home. I am willing to return for dinner, even though it is expensive, to determine if it is a menu that fills me with happiness.

Appetizer: 11/10

Main: 3/10

Honorable mentions: sweet tea and aioli

[randomfoggytiger]

X-Files Collector's Edition: Beefy Revival Mulder (and Other Muscular Mentions)

Anon from three days ago, rejoice!-- for I have scrounged my fic collection (took me all three of those days) to find every single fic that focuses on, alludes to, or slightly mentions Mulder in his levelled-up Revival physique. (Most of these stories are not exclusively about Mulder's muscles, but there will always be a mention or an implication hidden somewhere within.)

Loose chronological order below~.

ThatWALKERKid's

Of all the things this unremarkable house has seen

Breakup Mulder jogs his property, mulling on his misery.

Coffee. It’s always better with you

Mulder always meets Scully's coffee needs.

@baronessblixen‘s (Ao3) 

Prompt season 10-11

Breakup Fox "I'm doing okay without you" Mulder somehow twists that sentence around to his benefit, luring Scully inside the UH.

@adrianne68/2momsmakearight's (WBM)

48. “Why does it hurt so much?”/For Better or For Worse

Mulder and Scully are afraid to return to the FBI; and both relive their past fears and vow not to repeat those mistakes.

@msrafterdark (Ao3)

Unnamed (Ao3)

Scully really, really likes Mulder's new "improvements."

@hemisphaeric's (Ao3) Mulder you need new clothes

Scully is amused over Mulder's "trying on old suits in preparation for getting his job back" antics.

@oohnotvery/@timshel901/the_eternal_optimist's Yours and Mine

Mulder and Scully are investigating a case where close work colleagues end up forgetting each other. Of course, they're intercepted, drugged, and kidnapped the minute their plane touches down.

@scapegrace74-blog's (Ao3) Fictober Day 10, Theme: Suits

Scully is exasperated to become Mulder's suit consultant... particularly because he's upset to have gone up a pant size.

OnlyFoxMulder/FoxyFoxMulder's

Jealousy

When Mulder realizes Scully is jealous of a younger woman, he is quick to reassure her that she hasn't aged or faded.

The Truth They Both Know - Chapter 4

Post Robot Episode Mulder drags out his shattered family's photo albums; and is touched by Scully's ensuing confessions.

FridaysAt9's Happy Birthday, Scully!

Mulder gets he and Scully off work to celebrate her birthday.

contradiction_to_nature's (Ao3) Fic: Liminal

Post the Werelizard, Mulder wants to know if Scully considers him still "hers." He then baits-and-switches with fraternization rules.

Defnotmeyo’s (WBM, Alt. WBM) Riptide

Post Home Again Mulder is given advice from all members of Scully's family, their love and concern for her outweighing their dislike of him.

Big_Blue's New Beginning

Post Home Again Mulder cares for Scully after she's injured on a case, comforting and soothing her after nightmares.

JenAndrews's

The Fires of Babylon

Post Babylon Mulder is sappily grateful that Scully is here with him; and both apologize while his memories run rampant, connecting their past to their present.

Rainbow Umbrella

Finale Scully has a vision of their daughter and Mulder buying an umbrella in the future; and that premonition secured her faith and steadied herself and Mulder through his anxieties over her possible pregnancy and its confirmation.

@debbierhea/thexfilesbabe/i-am-alittle-on-edge (WBM) missing

Post My Struggle III Mulder is worried when Scully wishes she had died and breaks down crying. Both linger in a sad, comforting moment.

@perfectmagnet's After William, All Things

Post Ghouli Mulder asks Scully if she'll move back; and feels whole for the first time while they swing on the porch.

@fbismostunwanted1158/ElizabethJaneway1158's

Missed Steps - Chapter 1

Post Robot episode Scully tweaks her ankle while running around. Mulder tries to find easy topics to discuss while the two "geezers" navigate their path around her injury.

Bridges

While on a case, Scully gets a nosebleed, breaking through Mulder's panic by reminding him of similar incidences at other locations with high altitudes.

WordsSpillFromMyOpenVeins_89's

Maybe There's Hope - Chapter 2

Post Finale Mulder cradles little baby hope in his arms.

@thespookyintrovert/PiecesOfScully's

A Good Day (Tumblr)

Post Finale William was (is) proven to be Mulder and Scully's child; and both are happy despite the bittersweet circumstances.

paranormalbouquet's a beat in time

AU-- Finale Scully remembers her and Mulder's words in Bellefleur; and decides to tell him about her pregnancy before he goes on his latest madcap search.

@o6666666's (Ao3) Untitled MSIV fix-it fic

AU-- Finale Mulder watches, helpless, as Scully jumps into the pier after her son. Jackson ends up doubling back to save her.

@paperheartsarts/Paper_hearts_and_homemade_arts's A Name

Post Finale Mulder is assured that he is loved (despite his first name); but it was all a sympathy ploy for his pickup line.

@monikafilefan/MonikaFileFan's

Language of Love: Prompts of Angst and Romance - Chapter 4

Post Finale Mulder is sympathetic and amused by Scully's various pregnancy complaints.

A Merry Little Christmas Now

Post Finale Mulder spends Christmas re-memorizing, enjoying, and missing his family with Scully.

One Spooky All Hallows' Eve (Tumblr)

Post Finale Mulder is going above and beyond for his daughter's first Halloween; and Scully ends up patching up his and Jackson's and their daughter's messes.

@storybycorey's (Ao3, FFN) It's A Brand New Day

Post Finale Scully has constant run-ins with various "Dawn"s throughout her life; and ends up honoring that legacy with her daughter's name.

@mappingthexfiles/Apostrophic's Meg

Post Finale Mulder has fun keeping his partner's pouty, wandering eye in-check; which prepares him for the lusty, cantankerous attitude his little girl exhibits.

RoseThornhill's Alice is a Punk Rocker

Post Finale Mulder soothes his LOUD little girl with wild songs (to Scully's unending amusement.)

@gaycrouton/OnlyTheInevitable's In Her Eyes

Post Finale Mulder's heart grows every day with both of his loving little redheads, one who thinks he'll die without red hair and the other who can always cure him.

WildwingSuz/Suzanne Feld's Deja Vu (Ao3)

AU-- Mulder recalls the time Scully had tracked down, observed the Van de Kamps, transitioning the conversation away from heavier topics into a back-and-forth about non-proposals.

allthistime's i think i know you from somewhere

AU-- Revival Scully and 93 Scully briefly swap places, fascinating their Mulders; and both Mulders return the favor by validating and reassuring their partners.

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

[jt-artsandfics]

hey would you do 24 with arcann saying it? i absolutely love him but i am not a gamer so ill never get so far in the game that the romance options for him are available, i havnt touched the game since long befor the c 19 pleague and simply arn't realy into computer games, i just realy like him (i fell in love with him and befor that thexan through the trailer all thouse years back and then just read up on him a bit and started kotet because i new of the romance option in kotfe and wanted to play my way to that with little succes)

24- "I think I'm in love with you, and I don't know what to do"

Quite.

Quite was something Arcann wasn't used too, it had been so long since it had been quite. Last time he remembered was when Thexan, Vaylin and himself were children. But now as he stands out on this cliff it is one of his favourite things.

He knows there is a war going on a war that he started. He knows that once he goes back inside the noise will return, but as of right now it is quite. No arguments, no people following him around trying to earn his favour or kissing his feet.

He sighs as he takes a seat on the edge of the cliff, kicking his feet back and forth as he closes his eyes and just exist in the silence. His thoughts are quite another thing he hasn't has the pleasure of knowing for some time.

"Arcann?" His eyes shoot open at that sweet voice and he quickly looks over his shoulder to see the commander standing alittle away watching him. A small smile is pulled on their lips as they slowly walk towards him. As they take a seat beside him the wind rushes thought their hair making it flutter lightly in the breeze. "I was wondering where you wondered off too, I couldn't find you in your normal hiding places" they reply lightly with a smile before closing their eyes and basking in the sunlight and breeze.

"Forgive me commander, it.., it's to loud sometimes, I come out here to get out of my own head, and there aren't eyes on me constantly out here" he replies almost annoyed in the last few words. "I can understand. Sometimes I climb up the top of the base just to get away, I love watching the stars of restless nights." They reply before leaning their head against his shoulder, it makes Arcann tense up before he slowly let's his muscle relax at the gentle touch.

Gentle.

They are so gentle, even after all this time, all the pain and suffering he put them thought they still found it in themself to be gentle with him. "Arcann, are you alright. I know things have been difficult but I'm here for you if you need me" they say lightly which makes him shutter. He shouldn't feel like this, these emotions he has for them. After everything he has done to them. Arcann clenches his fist and jaw as he begins to mentally fight himself.

Soft hands gentle touch his face slowly tracing scars as they turn his face to look them in the eyes. "Forgive me Commander, I.. I'm not sure. I wish to talk to you but also all of this Guilt. It feels like it is eating me. And I have so much I want to say, and ask yet I feel as tho I'm not worth the time" he let's out and hangs his head.

"Arcann, I always have time to talk with you and your not going to scare me off with whatever is eating at you" they say. It almost makes him melt and it give him some small piece of courage to finally say it out loud.

"I think I'm in love with you, and I don't know what to do" he states. He refuses to look them in the eyes. He doesn't want to see the anger or disgust on their face.

"Well I would say kissing me would be a good start" that makes his eyes shoot up with shock and blush rises across his face as they pull him in for a gentle kiss. It's just a lightly brush of their lips against his but it makes him melt, his eyes flutter closed before his robotic arm moves to pull them closer and deepen the kiss.

he doesn't want to push his limits and after a little he pulls back, face flushed and then they smile at him and pull him in for another kiss. They both fall back onto the ground with his Commander on top of him as they run on hand up the side of his face and their other arm holds themself up above him.

They part almost suddenly which makes him worry that they have changed their until they look in the distance alittle with an annoyed look on their face. "Fuck off you eternal asshole, I'm going to enjoy kissing you're son and you can't do anything about it" they reply before leaning back down and pressing another kiss to his lips.

Arcann sighs into the kiss before parting with them with a smile on his face. Their eyes widen before they smile down at him. "You look very handsome when you smile"

"I.. thank you" he stutters as the commander rolls to lay beside him and run their fingers thought his buzzed hair. "You know we are going to piss off alot of people if we do this Arcann. I'm willing to but only if you are" Arcann goes quite before he speaks up. "I'm willing to"

"It's also going to Piss Valkorian off alot" they state which makes him smile again. "Making him furious will be worth every second of judgement from people" he replies before moving closer. "May I kiss you again" he ask lightly, they smile at him and lean in closer.

"I thought you would never ask"

[r0-boat]

No thoughts only sub volo being a whiny bitch with a mommy kink

Listen I get alittle jealous when Volo calls Cogita mistress

Reader is called mommy and has a vagina

Smut underneath

"M-momm-mm!!" He let out when you forcefully pull his leather collar forward before silence in him with a hot kiss.

Volo tries to relieve himself by humping your leg his precum staining your jeans.. You break the kiss to smack his sensitive cock, volo yelps and pulls away in response

"No! Be a good boy or no cumming"

Volo whimpers before nodding " yes mommy, i-i'll be good, good for you"

" you know how to make it up to me, right?"

Volo nods slowly pulling your pants and underwear down. He licks his lips before pressing his mouth against your cunt hungrily licking the opening and sliding his tongue in to taste your juices. His eyes are rolling back at your taste, moans being muffled by your foldes.

His muffled moans and eager tounge fucking cause you to go over the edge and fill his mouth with your cum, Volo almost cums with you on the spot but holds back because Mommy has promised a reward for being a good obedient boy.

Take a minute to come down from your high volo looked strained his cock red, painful and twitching

" alright I guess it's time for your rewardyou have been a good boy"

Volo perked up immediately " yes yes yes! Mommy thank you thank you!"

You get on all fours picking up Volo's leash that was laying on the bed, yanking him closer. Volo moans getting his cock a fuel pumps before slowly slide it inside of you.

Volo keeps a steady rhythm trying not to cum too fast.

"Faster Volo fuck my cunt, you dont cum until I tell you too"

Volo's mouth hangs open letting out a moan and a breathless "yes mommy" as he starts to quicken his pace. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass filled the room along with your moans of pleasure. "F-fuck!" Volo says digging his fingers into your sides mindlessly pumping his cock in and out of your sloppy pussy, hes so close, sooo close. "M-mommy I wanna cum" He's trying to hold it.

"Beg!" You managed to say in a in a Stern voice.

"Please!PLEASE! Mommy let me cum! Please! Mommy I am a good boy for you mommy, only you! I'm yours!"

You push back into his harsh thrusts fucking himself deeper.

"Cum! Cum inside!"

That broke him.

"Yes YES! thank you! Thank you! I'm gonna cum. Cumming inside! Filling mommy! Filling-!"

Volo stilles his hips arching his back mouth agape shooting load after load of hot cum.

What a good boy.

[happys-crazy-queen22]

No Other

Gif credit @knockknockchicagopd

Requested by anon. I hope you like it Thanks for the request.

Taglist @nocturnalherb16 @jesseswartzwelder

Warning: slight breeding kink. Daddy kink. Spanking. Unprotected sex. Consensual non consensual sex.

"Oh Adam, my little love bug. What do you have for us today"? You cheerfully sang walking up the stairs with two coffees in your hands.

"Love bug? Really"? Adam tilted his head at you with a chuckle.

"Well we have to have pet names since we are going undercover as a married couple. I'm just trying some out, love muffin". You giggled sitting the coffee on the desk.

"Oh God. I hate you right now, snickerdoodle". Adam played along with the pet names. Making both of you laugh. But someone wasn't finding this humourous as you two did.

Hank watched from his office at you two. Playing and joking around. He was getting alittle jealous. Since you two were dating and no one knew. He couldnt say anything out in the open. But he sure could say it in private.

"Y/L/N, get your ass in here now". Hank demanded, slamming his door. You jumped, you never saw Hank like this. 

"Shit, am I in trouble"? You asked Adam, getting up from your seat. He was just as concerned as you were.

"You havent done anything wrong. So you should be fine. You want me to go with you"?

"No. No. I'm fine". You gulped going into Hanks office, slowly and quietly closing the door.

Hank stood beside his desk his arms crossed over his chest. "Get over here now". His husky voice made you weak in the knees but you knew this wasn't the time to get turned on.

"Sir"? You whispered out.

"Now. Don't make me ask you again". He ordered, pointing his index finger at the spot in front of him.

You moved slowly to him. Apparently you weren't going fast enough for his liking. Hank swifty and sternly but gently grabbed your throat, pulling you to him. You could smell the coffee on his breath and the aftershave he used this morning.

"Do you like being a nasty little slut in front of me"?

"Hank"? You moaned which wasn't supposed to be a moan but that's what it came out to be as it slipped your lips.

Hanks grip slightly tightened around your throat. "I asked you a question. Now you dont want to make me angry. You know what happens when you do that. Now don't you"? Hank smirked.

At that moment you were soaking wet. You knew exactly what he was referring too. He was so dominant when you would talk with guys. He especially hated it when you would pair up with Adam or Jay on assignments. It got him jealous and he took it out on you.

"Yes, daddy". You licked your lips, starring into Hanks eyes. His heart racing. Hank attacked your lips with his, bringing you to be puddy in his hands.

Hanks tongue danced for dominance. He pulled you closer to him, slowly letting go of your throat. His fingers traced down your chest. Circling your hardened nipples over your clothes. Goosebumps spread across your body.

Hank pulled away, biting your bottom lip along the way.

"I think you need to be reminded that you are mine and only mine". Hank growled, pushing you on the desk, bending you over. Your round ass in his view. Your tight skirt made your ass perfect.

Wack. Wack. Hank slapped your left ass cheek with his palm. Rubbing the stinging away.

"Daddy". You whimpered.

"No use for that now, baby girl. Daddy's going to make sure you know that you're just mine". You heard Hank unbuckled his belt and then his zipper. You sucked on your bottom lip waiting for what's next to come.

Taking your hand you searched along Hanks desk for his drawer for a condom. Lucky your memory remembered where it was.

"Here, put this on". You turned back handing Hank the condom.

"Not today, sweetheart. Daddys going make sure you're daddy's forever". He slapped your ass, and hiked up your skirt around your hips.

"Hank, no. I'm not on birth control, you mad man". You giggled as you wiggled around. Hank chuckled, licked his hand and rubbed his cock. He pulled your panties to the side and slid through your slit. Nudging your clit with the tip of his cock.

This made your eyes roll and your hips buck. Guiding his cock to your entrance. Easily slipping in.

"Mmmmm". You moaned as he filled you up, stretching your walls.

"You're so tight for, daddy. Such a good girl you are". Hank began thrusting, his hips smashed into your ass.

"That's it, Daddy. Harder". You cried out when Hank pounded your g-spot. You felt yourself near your first orgasm. Hank growled as he felt you start to clench around him.

"Come on daddy's cock, baby girl. Fuck yourself on it". Hank stood still and let you do all the work for your first orgasm. You pushed back on his, hard. Taking him all the way down and back off again. Your hands held onto the edge of the desk, nails digging into the wood.

"Fuck". You scream, your legs trembled below you.  Letting out a shaky breath, Hank took over and went full force. Not giving you a breather.

"Damn that was the sexiest thing I've seen you do today. Only my cock can make you do that. Mine". Hank grabbed your shoulders and thrusted deep up into you. Your eyes rolled again, jaw dropped as he drilled into you with such animal instinct.

"Shit". Hank cursed under his breath as he thrusted long deep strides. He was close to his breaking point.

"You ready for me to make you a mommy". It wasn't a question more like Hank was doing it and you weren't going to protest. Your eyes grew wide and you put your hand on his chest.

"Don't do it". You laughed. Thinking he wasn't serious.

"I'm cumming". He grunted, bucking his hips deep inside you spilling his seed.

"Hank"? You gasped pushing him out of you. You bolted for the tissues and started wiping his cum out of you.

"I thought you were going to pull out"? You asked with a huff.

"I wasn't playing. You're mine and I'm going to make sure of that". He said pulling his pants up.

"By getting me pregnant? Are you seriously that jealous of Adam"? You threw away your tissues and pulled down your skirt. Fixing your lips and clothes.

"I'm not jealous". He said sternly, taking a seat in his chair catching his breath.

"Really now? You just risked a pregnancy over that jealousy". You came up to him and sat down in his lap. Hank wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your neck.

"I'm not jealous".

"Whatever you say there, Mr. Voight". You kissed his head and got up from his lap. Heading to the door. "Adam's not my type. I prefer daddy". You smirked.

Hank chuckled. "So you're on birth control, right"?

"No, I wasn't joking about that. So we'll see in a couple weeks". You sent him a wink and exited the office. Hoping Adam didnt hear it but if he did then cats out of the bag.

Hank sat at his desk with a smile on his face. Maybe a baby was a good thing.  You wouldnt have time to play couple with Adam.

[obsessive-ego]

A late night hand nsft

Musical beetlejuice x reader

You give beej a handjob in your sleep

Reader has a vagina

Warning dubious consent, voyeurism, masturbation, mutual masturbation kinda

Shout out to the anon that told me to do this

Its been a full week of beetlejuice being underfoot and in your personal space, from the moment youd wake up, and left for work, to when you got home again, not that you minded at all, in fact you adored the demon, hell, you were head over heels for the ghoul, not that you had the balls to say it.

But this whole week he's been up on you, clinging to you, nuzzling his scratch beard into your neck, pinching your rear, poking at you, he just couldnt keep his hands off, not that you minded, though you did scold him for getting too friendly with your bum, you two even slept together and the man was a cuddler. All this physical attention wasnt usually an issue, you could normally deal with this pent up frustration and sexual neediness during some alone time with some less then wholesome thoughts of the bastard who made you feel that way to begin with.

But not this time, beetlejuice just wouldnt give you the time of day, normally he would duck out and scare the neighbors or lydia would summon him away, but lydia was off on a family vacation or something, and beej just wasnt in the mood to be a pest to anyone but you.

You envied the ghoul, his ability to just leave and do whatever he wanted, hell for all you know the bastard could be jerking off on the roof, shooting his load over the edge and watching it splat on the sidewalk, honestly you wouldnt put it past him, you couldnt help but snicker at that image, but your mirth was cut short when a familiar gravelly voice grabs your attention.

"What's so funny?"

"Ah, just remembered a stupid tiktok I saw the other day, dont worry about" you shrug

The ghoul grunts, alittle annoyed you wont elaborate on the joke, but his attention returns to the film the two of you were watching, he was watching, you were too busy in your own head.

It was the regular movie night the two of you shared, you would order pizza, beetlejuice would scare the piss out of the poor delivery guy, and the two of you would stay up till the early morning watching B list horror, all the while the demon had an arm around your shoulders pulling you into his side, he would claim he did it cuz he was cold and you were warm, and under normal circumstances you didnt mind, but now? You felt like you were gonna die, you swore the demon could hear your heart pounding away, or feel the warmth from your face, god couldnt tell you were in desperate need to deal with your pent up frustrations could he? Hell you wanted the ghoul to absolutely rail you on the couch, and you're pretty sure he'd do it if youd asked, but you werent that type of person, nor did you want friends with benefits relationship with beetlejuice, if anything you wanted something more romantic, as cheesy as that sounds, a loving relationship with a literal demon, I mean the two of you DO get along nicely, so maybe it wasnt too out of the question?

You were so busy in your on head freaking out you didnt hear beetlejuice trying to get your attention.

With a poke on the cheek you yelp in surprise

"You sick or something?" He smirked, amused by your cry

"Yeah, feeling alittle dizzy" you mumble avoiding the ghoul's eyes, he was leaning into now, his face way too close to yours, he had no idea what personal space even was, and you were in no state to deal with his clingyness unless you wanted to cum your pants infront of a jackass who'll never let you forget it.

"I think I'm gonna head to bed early" you shift away from the demon and up off the couch, he huffs in annoyance

"Really babes? You got the day off tomorrow, how bout you relax here with me, I dont mind if you doze off on me~, I'll keep ya nice and cozy all night~" he purrs, eyeing you up and down, if you werent wet earlier you were sure as fuck were now, you swallow the lump in your throat and squeeze your legs together and squeak out a soft "no thanks, I think sleeping in my bed would be ideal, I dont want to make you sick or anything, I mean If i am sick, night" you babbled as you scurried to your room.

With the closing of the door you were home safe in your room, not safe enough to jerk away these annoying pent up sexual feelings, yes you could be quite, but beetlejuice was nosy and had the nasty habbit of appearing when you least wanted him to, fantasies of him walking in on you then helping you finish is one thing, but in reality? Its terrifying.

You can stare at yourself in your bedroom mirror and snear "horny dumbass" you mumble as you plug your phone into its charger and slip in bed hoping tomorrow these frustrations would vanish.

Beetlejuice stifled a laugh at your exit, one of his favourite things about you was that you were a terrible liar, he could read you like an open book, that's how he found out you liked him and not just in a sexy way, he saw how much you liked him as a person, even though he wasnt one, you treated him with genuine kindness and wanted him around, not strings attached, that in itself was rare, a pretty little breather like you having the hots for a smelly creepy old guy of a corpse? One in a million, and he sure as hell wasnt gonna let it go.

He knew you liked him, and yes he's seen you masturbate more then he's willing to admit, but seeing you so turned on you looked like you were gonna explode? That was new, and he'd be lying if he wasnt a tad turned on by it at all.

Let's be honest beetlejuice knew he was winding you up all week, he wanted to see you're cute flustered expression, but soaking your panties? That was a bonus, he didnt think youd get so hot under the collar by his games, he was actually quite flattered that he had that level of effect on you.

The ghoul quietly floats over to your bedroom, pressing an ear against the door, nothing, he frowns, no sounds of soft panting, or the muffled buzz of your little vibrator, nothing. Maybe he was asking for too much, hoping youd have the guts to jerk one out while his presence was known, but no, no little peep show tonight.

As much as the demon would love to slip into bed with you and catch some Zs, it was still too early to do so, you'd still be awake, and in your current state would be pretty jumpy, he floats back over to the couch to wait it out, despite his creepy nature beetlejuice occasionally had these moments of respecting you and your feelings, it was odd, maybe the maitlands were rubbing off on him.

Beetlejuice spent most of this time waiting for you to doze off just staring at the ceiling as he reclined on the couch, he pulls a clock out from his jacket and gives a small smirk, enough time as finally pasted for you to be out and for him to slink in.

The ghoul fazes his way through your bedroom door, seeing you fast asleep, he smiles, floating towards the edge of the bed and with the snap of his finger his striped suit vanishes leaving behind nothing but a pair of stripe boxers.

Beetlejuice gently pulls aside the covers to reveal your sleeping form, you were wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt, and with further inspection a pair of boxers, that were hidden by the shirt.

The ghoul slips in beside you and sighs at the welcoming of your warmth, the ghoul pulls you close being ever so gentle, trying not to wake you. The demon settles on the position of you using his soft chest as a pillow, your body pressed up against his side, and an arm around your shoulder with his hand on your upper back.

Beetlejuice let's out a soft sigh, this, this was nice, the feeling of warmth from your living body against his cold one, you were so soft, and warm, and alive, and you were all his, you just didn't know it yet. The ghoul couldnt help himself, you made him feel so wanted for nothing, of course he was going to fall for you, soon he'll get you to confess your feelings to him and then things will be perfect, but until that day, the demon was fine to snuggle with you, and get satisfaction from you in anyway he could.

His musings of your future love life was cut short with a soft whisper, it was unintelligible, but it was from you.

The ghoul stifled a laugh, you were talking in your sleep again, something you did often, but rarely was the demon able to make out what you were saying.

"What's up sweets? You okay?" He chuckled, hand running up and down your back

You mumble in response

"Oh, what's that? You need mr beebleboose to help you out?"

You hum

"You need me to rub your clothed vagina? Oh, y/n you naughty minx, is it because your so pent up from my little game of teasing-"

The ghoul's mirth was cut short when he felt the soft touch of a warm hand against his clothed dick.

"Whoa, babes, y/n ah-"

At first beetlejuice could have mistaken the first stroke as a slip of the hand, but another? You were gently rubbing his crotch in your sleep.

The ghoul quickly changes his hue to electric  pink, and bites his knuckles to try and stop from moaning out as your warm hand continously brushes clumsily against his cock, now fully erect, it was embarrassing how quick the ghoul's meat rose to your touch alone.

"Sugar, you're not playing fair" he groans before bucking into your touch, this wasnt fair, you're dead asleep and playing him like a goddamn fiddle, was this karma? Was this his punishment for making you hot under the collar? I mean as far as punishments go, it could have been worse, but having you touch him in such a way, and not being able to do damn thing about it? Still drove the demon nuts, god slash satan he wanted to wake and rail you, though he knew you would die of embarrassment if you found out what you did to him in your sleep, so here beetlejuice was, stuck between a tock and a hard place.

"Bee..."

The noise nearly stopped the demon's heart, if it was still pumping, beetlejuice glances away from the ceiling over to you, which thank God, you were still asleep, just rambling again.

The ghoul lets out a soft sigh of relief before you interrupt

"Faster?"

The demon nearly dropped his jaw at what you uttered, though he clenched it back shut when he felt your soft hand squeeze his cock through his boxers.

"Harder?" You mumble

"Y/n please" he whines softly "fine, you win babes" he ghoul groans before begrudging brushing your hand away and pulling his painfully hard cock out of his boxers, the ghoul gently guides your eager hand back to his desperate meat, which you gently take hold of, the demon stifles a moan at the rush of warmth of your soft hand against his hard cool cock. Beetlejuice slowly begins to guide your hand up and down his shaft, all while he pants and and moans, hips trying their best not to buck too hard and wake you.

"Oh y/n, theres nothing like doing the stranger, especially if you already know them huh?" He chuckles between pants

"You like that?" You mumble in a whisper

"God slash satan yes" the demon whines, he wanted this for so long, he would have preferred you be awake, but he wasnt going to punch a gift horse in the mouth.

His hand guiding your own began to pick up pace, running up and down his shaft, stopping at the base ever so often to give it a light squeeze.

"Is this good?" You sighed

"Sugar you have no idea" been groaned biting on his knuckles

As good as beetlejuice was at edging he knew he wasnt gonna last long, the warmth and softness of your hand was gonna be the second death of him.

He was in heaven, or as close as a born dead demon was gonna get, but he was brought back quickly to reality when movement beside him.

The smallest squeak of movement from the mattress followed by a soft whine from you, if the ghoul's heart was still pumping it would have stopped by now.

This was it, he was done for, you were gonna see his dirty transgression and banish him forever.

Seconds pass and there was nothing, no screaming, nothing.

Beetlejuice let's out a sigh before returning to guiding your hand up and down his desperate erection.

But you move you body again, a soft bump against the ghoul's side, and another bump, then another, followed by a soft whine from you.

Were you trying to get off?

The demon smiles and stifles a laugh, here he was tending to himself while his sweet little y/n was desperate for a release of their own, what kind of lover would he be if he was to leave his favourite breather hanging?

Beetlejuice moves his free hand from your back, and softly slides it between yours and his bodies, slipping it gently between your legs, where it was greeted with a great warmth. His cool fingers gently press against your clothed sex, he could feel you were already wet, you've been hot under the collar all week due to his teasing, the demon couldnt help but smile at how this was all his doing, with another press against your clothed folds, you let out a soft whine and gently buck up against his hand.

"Bee" you whimper

"Y/n" he sighs, returning his other hand into guiding yours up and down his leaking cock.

Many a nights has beetlejuice dreamed if this exact situation, although in his fantasy you were awake, but this was good too.

"Want me to make a mess honey?" You whined

At this point the ghoul was close to his limit, it was if you could read his mind "oh yeah baby, help daddy make a mess" he groaned using your hand at a more brutal pace, chasing his own orgasm.

"Fuck y/n, that's it, that's it doll, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum all over your pretty hand baby" the ghoul babbled before finally cumming, his ectoplasm splattering all over your hand and the sheets that hid his dirty deed from view, moving you hand away from his now spent cock.

Beetlejuice takes a moment to bask in the after glow, before finally coming down from his sexual high to help you finish.

His attention now, 100% on you, a slight increase in pressure on your crotch as he rubbed, you whined and bucked into his hand, mumbling his name.

Beetlejuice took this opportunity to be a tad more bold, slipping a finger up the pant leg of your boxers and into your soaked vagina, he shivers at the new sensation, warm, wet, alive.

He slowly begins to pump his finger in and out, while his thumb eagerly runs at the clit.

It didnt take long for you to finish ether, due to how tightly wound you already were.

"That's it doll, cum all over my hand, eye for an eye right?" He chuckles

With a gasp and a few messy movements from you hips you cum, coding the demon's hand in your juices.

You slowly stop your thrashing and you panting dies down to soft breathing.

"Was it good for you too?" The ghoul snorts removing his hand from your crotch and bringing it to his mouth, sucking the lucky finger that explored your entrance.

Electricity leaving his hair, but remining pink, content in his late night activities, he snaps his fingers and his cum covering your hand and sheets vanish, as nice a thought was to have you sleep in that mess, youd be furious, and he couldnt have you finding him out just yet.

"Good night y/n" he sighs giving your forehead a soft kiss before dozing off.

Bonus

You woke up groping around for your phone, 10am, you huff, you start to sit up before being yanked back down, into the arms of the demon who snuck into you bed again.

"Wheres the fore babes? It's your day off, come play with old mr beebleboose~" the familiar coo of the undead bastard you welcome into your heart graced your ears.

"Morning beetlejuice" you sigh

"Sleep well doll? Feeling better, you sure were hot last night~" he teased giving your cheek a pinch

"Yeah, I am feeling better..." you trailed off, clearly amazed that you really DID sleep off those frustrations "werid dreams though.." you mumbled

Beej immediately perked up at that "oh~" he leans in nuzzling his face against yours "care to elaborate babes?" This was gonna be good, you were gonna be a cute flustered mess again.

You snort "dont get too excited there Bee, it's not like that, I was standing in the living room shaking a can of pop" you say flatly giving a jerk off type of movement with your hand, the ghoul's eyes grow wide at the gesture, tips of his hair turning pink "you were there, sitting infront of me, I tried to talk to you, but you didnt respond, I just kept shaking the can, till my arm hurt, then I opened it pointed directly at my face, spraying pop all over myself, then the rest is kinda fuzzy..." you trail off knitting your eyebrows together ad if you were trying to remember.

The demon let out a loud cackle causing you to flinch

"Oh babes, guess that dream helped you release all that tension huh?"

Your face burns when It clicks, rubbing you legs together and feeling the familiar feeling of a recent masterbation session, you didnt cum in your sleep did you? God, let's just hope beetlejuice wasnt awake when it happened...

[0xean]

❦︎ Request: by @dressroba

✦ pairing: (OC)Kaz x Doflamingo

✦ summary:

Doffy's been a bad boy... so someone had to teach him a leason, besides, he asked for it

✦ CW: Hand job, orgasm denal, dirty talk, restraints, semi-public, a ✩𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑙𝑒✩ of humiliation, chocking...👀 am i into this??? oh and a little bit of blood

✦ WC: 1700+

✦ A/N:@dressroba when i told you i got distracted...it means i got drunk, do with this information,what you will😅 

and once again i did not proofread and it is late at night so peace out my people✌️😎

The young marine began to grow impatient, as the meeting prolonged. the air became dense, and the growing tension between ‘said’ marine and a certain shichibukai was...unbearably awkward to say the least. 

“ᴋᴀᴢ...ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ? ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴢᴏɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀʟᴏᴛ ʟᴀᴛᴇʟʏ .“

the marine looks up to see Tsuru, gently grasping his hand in concern, all he could do was smile reassuringly.

"ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ɪᴍ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, ɪᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ sʜɪғᴛ ʟᴀsᴛɴɪɢʜᴛ."

But they both knew better, she knew he felt uneasy, especially with the poor effort a certain man made to hide his sinful gaze, but kaz remained composed, throughout the rest of the meeting, Not allowing himself to get distracted, but still on edge. He wanted nothing more than to leave, especially since the damn Joker wouldn't stop staring at him.

after an extra half-hour, sengoku finally dimisses the meeting, and Kaz, not wanting to waste anymore time, immediately followed tsuru to the door, just as the last other marine had exit, he was abruptly stopped by the one and only Doflamingo himself as pink feathers ghost past him like sakura petals, he came to a halt, as the door slamed shut

"ғᴜғᴜғᴜғᴜ...ᴡʜᴀᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜsʜ? ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ... ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴜᴘ."

the marine shifted his footing, taking a few steps back from the shichibukai. His gaze fell heavy as he locked eyes with the tinted shades. He exhaled with a deep sigh.

"ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ sᴀᴠᴇ ɪᴛ, ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴅᴏɴǫᴜɪxᴏᴛᴇ, ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ, ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ, ʙᴇsɪᴅᴇs ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ."

The blondes malicous grin only continued to grow, knowing how much he agitated the young marine. Unfortunately for Kaz, this was just what doflamingo wanted.

"ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ? I'ᴍ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴜɴᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏʀ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴠᴇʀɴᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ...ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ғᴜғᴜ."

whether or not the blonde was trying to flaunt his power and status, the brunet did not know nor did he really give a fuck. the marines facials staying as nonchalant as he could be. As the shichibukai stood tall, towering over kaz, whilst simultaneously lifting him alittle of the ground, due to the grip he hed on his arm. Not that it bothered either of them

"ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴛ...ʜᴏᴡ ᴅɪssᴀᴘᴏɪɴᴛɪɴɢ, ɪ ɢᴜᴇss ɪ'ʟʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ ᴜᴘs~"

Kaz knew he ment every word, like a promise. His breath hitched and teeth clenched in irritation, but he could play along with this jokers games...for now.

"ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ...ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀʏ ɪ ʙᴇ ᴏғ sᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ, ᴅᴏɴǫᴜɪxᴏᴛᴇ?"

his composure never faltered, as he silently gave in to the blondes little game, he knew doflamingo was upto something, he always is and his only reaponse was a chuckle, letting go of his arm and leaving the empty room, Kaz following shortly after him.

"ɪ'ᴍ sᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴏɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʀᴏᴏᴍ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴜɪssɴᴇss ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ."

Not wanting to get himself into any trouble, Kaz does his best to indulge in the pirates orders, leading him all the way to his destination, although, it seems he already knew where it was...

"ᴡᴇʟʟ, sɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ sᴀғᴇʟʏ, ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ, ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ sᴀᴋᴇ, ᴛʀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ...Dᴏғʟᴀᴍɪɴɢᴏ "

Snickering at the words given to him, Doflamingo turned to watch the marine

Leave, strings itching to stop him, but he decided against it.

" ᴀɴᴅ ɪғ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ? Dɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴏᴍᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ?"

This causes the brunet to freeze. His gaze Falls onto the blonde, that wasn't what he was expecting from the blonde, and it caught him completely off guard for a moment, until he responds with a sly grin crawling upon his face.

"ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs~"

the young man grew a little curious as the birb man, held open the door, gesturing him to go inside.

to which he reluctantly agreed, having the shichibukai slam and lock the door behind them.

"ғᴜғᴜғᴜғᴜғᴜ~"

The light was dim, barely illuminating the chair that was placed in the center...

Doflamingo sat himself on 'said' seat, with his shit-eating grin, as Kaz swiflty moves to stand behind him.

"sᴏ? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ─"

"ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs..."

"ᴡʜᴀᴛ?..."

"ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs...ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ"

"sᴀʏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ~"

"ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴋɪss ᴍʏ ᴀss, ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ─"

"ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪ ᴇᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ-"

"JUST─ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs..."

of course he was a little on edge about this rather odd the request but still the marine took hold of his hands, pulling them behind his back.

*ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ*

"ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, ɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇɢɪɴ"

Kaz cheered, making his way infront of the shichibukai, admiring the cuffs he bind him in.

"ғᴜғᴜғᴜғᴜ, ᴋᴀᴢ...ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏʏs ᴄᴀɴ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴍ-"

"─ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴏғ sᴇᴀ sᴛᴏɴᴇ, ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ"

Circling back infront of the blonde, Kaz seats himself on doflamingo lap. he begins to Unbuckle his belt, lifting it to doffy's face.

"ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴜᴘ~"

"ғᴜғᴜғᴜ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀ─"

Doffy moans as the marine puts pressure on his growing erection. Using this chance to tie the belt on his mouth, muffling him as the other continued

Pulling his pants and boxers down, his girth flops out, slapping against his stomach. Kaz immediately pulls out a glove, putting it on, he begins to stroke the shichibukais dick at an agonizingly slow pace. Shifting himself up better, placing bite after bite along the his neck and all doffy could do was groan through the belt and thrust upward in hopes to relive himself and the both stayed like tgat for a little while But not for too long.

As doffy was close to his release─kaz let go, moving away from the blonde to grab a tool kit from one of the many shelves behind them, all the while listening the the shichibukais muffled calls to come back, he groaned, the sweat over his body, his face the drool that slipped down his face as he lift his head back in distress. It was honestly kinda sexy...but the young man couldn't get too attracted to the older...not yet.

""ᴀᴡ~ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ʙᴀʙʏ~ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ?"

The marine laughs not bothering to look at the restrained man, too occupied in digging through the aformentioned tool box but he could tell the blonde was glaring daggers at his back.

"ᴏʜ ᴄ'ᴍᴏɴ- ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs...LITERALLY"

he emphasises, turning to get a reaction from the blonde, but was only met with rolling eyes, he looks back down to grab a scapel knife.

"ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ..."

seating himself back on doffy's lap, he grabs a hold of the stiff girth, begining to stroke at the same pace again, but doffy- once again starts to thrust upwards, hoping to get through his release.

However Kaz takes the knife and cuts a long line against the warlords shoulder, Not too deep,but enough for it to hurt. blood gushing out as the man came to a stop, wincing at the 'minor' injury.

"ғᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴜᴘ, ᴛʜᴀᴛs ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪɴᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ. ᴀᴍ ɪ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴀʙʏ~"

Doffy could only stare at the young man in a hint of disbelief, how dare some boy give HIM orders- who the fuck does he think he is?

Once again the brunette slices him again, right next to the previous one.

"ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ᴍᴇ~"

Doffy still had a bit of dignity in him he wanted to protect, so all kaz was gonna get was a slight nod, not like he minded. Once again kaz strokes his dick with the gloved hand and kinfe in the other, the longer this went on the more doflamingo got uncomfortable with his position, shifting himself, to sit back more comfortably. He was caught off guard with another slice on his chest.

"ɴᴏ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ~ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴍᴇ"

doffy still shuffled around sinking into the chair in relaxation, kaz gives him another cut, though doffy winces, he simply lifts his head back in ectasy. Nevertheless kaz once again catches him off guard.

Grabing the belt that restricted his mouth whilst simultaniously chocking him with aformented belt in one hand, pulling back from behind the blonde. His glasses tilted, his face contorted while his spit trails down his face and reconnects to the belt. Blood and sweat also trailing down is body.

"ɪ sᴀɪᴅ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ʙᴀʙʏ~"

Naturally the stupid birb brain found this hella fucking attractive, and he was so close he couldn't help but focus on the marine, his signature sadistic grin crawling up his face.

"ɪ'ʟʟ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ...ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴᴄᴇ~"

The marine picks up the pace, smiling alongside the shichibukai, letting go of the belt to grab ahold of his face and pull him in for a kiss. Doffy groans into the kiss as well as kaz, the kiss quickly turning into a make out session.

"ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ─ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ..."

He moans through the kiss, humping through the gloved hand, pleading for his climax. The marine pulls away from the kiss and their saliva follows, doffy couldn't help but throw his head back in satisfaction.

"ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴜᴍ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀʙʏ "

the marine exhale a light laugh, as he was immediately answered with an 'uhuh' from the taller one.

"Sᴀʏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ~"

there was silence between the two, as if contemplating whether the other was joking or not, however panic ensues when the marines pace begins to falter, and he moves his hands away slowly.

"sᴀʏ ɪᴛ~"

"ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ─ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ɪ'ᴍ sᴏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ- "

before he could even finish, hevquickly thrusts upwards, thick ropes of cum shoot onto the warlords stomach, chest and even onto his face.

"ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴡᴇ sᴀʏ?"

"ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ─ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ...... ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ..."

Kaz sits up, quickly giving a soft kiss on the now red, bulbous tip, standing up and giving one last chaste kiss on his lips.

"ғᴜғᴜғᴜғᴜғᴜ, ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ."

he smiles, circling back around, walking towards the door, but just as he was about to leave-

"Hᴍ? Wʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɪᴛ?"

"ᴡᴇʟʟ...ʙᴀᴅ ʙᴏʏs ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴇᴅ...ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ Vᴇʀʏ ʙᴀᴅ ʙᴏʏ"

"ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴘʟᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ...ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?"

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"Wᴇʟʟ ʙᴀᴅ ʙᴏʏs ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴇᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛ?...ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇʟʟ- ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʙᴀᴅ ʙᴏʏ~"

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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Please excuse my grammar...👁️👄👁️ i was tired...

[yaoi-goth]

>:3c my occassional nervous wreck of a friend, who has really good art that i would 100% frame.

should totally try my weird teas please i am begging i swear they're fine

also how has the reigen almost sweep treating you

1. Occasional?? I thought I was over the edge 24/7, I must be getting good at appearing Normal LOL

2. If I try your wacky teas will you finally stop saying you're going to poison them

3. I'm mourning my husband's loss but I like when he alittle cringe fail <3

[a-life-lesson-in-submission]

Inside a Submissives Soul

Dear Diary -

I honestly think I am wearing rose tinted glasses. Everytime I see Sir I feel so content, I feel such an inner peace, I feel happiness, everything else doesn't seem to matter anymore.

Straight into his arms, our lips meet, I am instantly taken, I am only his, he is all that matters. I am very self conscious in body and mind. Sir says I don't give myself enough credit, checking over my body, he is approving, I feel attractive, I feel like a woman. He lifts me so I am straddled over his lap, I can feel all of him pressed against me. My lust for him, my attraction to him is pulled in, his gravity is strong. He is cheekily spanking me here and there, the impact turning my grinning into more of a smile, apparently I am a bad girl. Yes, yes I am and cannot wait for my confidence to grow to be able to show him how bad I really am.

We stand up, he has me sit infront of him, he leans in, grips my neck, we are kiss tastingly close, I lose myself in his eyes for a moment, I just want every part of him and I want it now. He lifts the girls out to play, a tweak here and there, it's always just enough to make me tingle whilst barely wincing.

I am relieved from my clothing with all but my thong and ankle socks on... yes... socks... he did this for his own amusement knowing it bothers me... nevertheless, I kept them on, I made sure I obeyed him.

I am to stand again but before I do, he prompts me for my right hand, more specifically, my wrist and wraps a strong velcro strap around with a connecting carabiner clip hook attached, then does the same with the other wrist. As I stand, he guides my wrists up to the hooks within the wall and clips each wrist to them. There isn't much room to maneuver. Facing away from him, his lips, his breath trace my skin, before long his fingers get to work on my sensitives. He pulls my thong down to around my knees, his right hand then starts to play from the back, his left around my front. I am in ecstasy and very noticeably wet. I push back, pull forward, up on my tiptoes, pulling at the restraints, breathing all over the place, moans and groans expressing my pleasure. I get so close a few times. He says 'cum', 'like a good girl, I immediately want to, I need to, I wish I could there and then. He spends so much time working me with his fingers, quickly and deeply to slow and sensual, it gets me everytime. I look down seeing him rubbing me, I am thinking 'that's it, yes please'. He said he could do this for hours, I could take this for hours. Here and there he would spank me, spank my peaches, my sensitives and the girls. Between my head elsewhere and my body on the edge of succumbing to him, I am aware his hand that he is using to finger her changes slightly and now I can feel a thumb perched on my peach rim pushing ever so slightly, I push back encouraging access. I am so very close becoming frustrated at myself wanting that release, my grunts make this quite noticeable.

I am unable to control my jolts and twitches, I don't know how he does it feel second nature with him, completely natural. He chuckles, he seems to really like my responses, he feels my insides pulsate around his fingers.

I am enjoying every second but then I move my right hand and realise its gone to sleep, I let him know through an almost breathless giggled murmur. He asks if he should stop, I respond that he is ok to continue to which he does but only for a little longer. Removing the restraints my right hand is numb, I begin wiggling and shaking it around to bring feeling back, he gives it a little massage as I get pins and needles. I am allowed to lose the thong he informs me but the socks stay put.

I am then asked to kneel on the seat infront of him. He gropes at my peach and tells me to never change it, I tell him I won't let myself drop much more weight and he rolls his eyes as he receives a giggle and kiss pressed against his lips. He then lifts me again, man I love that he can carry me around the way his does even if I am mindful of him dropping me or hurting himself in some way. Again he eases my worries as I am sat up on the raised bed and advises me to lay on my back once again exposing my holes to him. I flinch as the cool lube hits my skin, Sir again chuckles, 'it never gets old'... a stray thought with my inner voice responding that I really hope it never does. I try to express my sarcastic gratitude through cheeky back chat but words escape me as per, an instruction from Sir to hold myself open for him soon has me back on track.

My knees up and wide, he is teasing, probing, he goes through how many fingers, 1, 2, 3 and 4. He notices 2 and 3 has a profound response. I feel something new, something firm yet feathery and very moist, Sir treats me to his tongue, bathing her, finding my sweet spots. He finds my bit after seeking under the flesh folds, flicking, teething, he's everywhere, it's amazing. I can't hold my legs open, I'm writhing, tensing, relaxing, I'm here then I'm gone again, it's closer than ever. My arms fall to each side of me, his come up to reach over them, at first it is a mutual grip that soon turns into a form of restraint. Its building, my legs move, coming in close over his shoulders, my hips rock back and forth, this is it, it's finally here. My body begins to quake, he continues to feed me, my mind goes into overdrive as I feel a wave of deep pleasure fill my senses. Intense sensitivity ripples through me, automatically I attempt to pull away but I can't, his strength is far greater than mine, he holds me in place as he continues to eat me. If this is heaven, I am there. In my come down he is soothing me with his tongue coming to a stop, all I can muster is 'wow', I am beaming and laugh to myself, I can't remember what he said but I know I gave him the double thumbs up to which he says playfully he will go for a triple thumbs up giving her a little lick kiss.

I bring myself to sit up, I need water and before I know it, he's naked. Instant thought 'phwoar', but I actually say 'bumchickawowow', I amuse myself. Sir asks me to move over so he can come up onto the bed, I move to the side but he moves me back as he comes up between my legs. He is over me, hands at each side of my head, my hands quickly meet his body as I feel his member between my thighs, against her, he is ready and so am I. A little tease, I reach down to aim him towards her, Sir says 'ah ah ahaaa', as a let nature take its course and with that, he enters, sitting at the brim before he begins to push as she gives him a warm welcome. I squirm, he feels so big, he feels so tantalisingly awesome. Later I am told he finds my reactions incredibly cute, the way my eyes roll back into me head, almost cross eyed. Only he has this power over me.

My eyes meet his, I am easily lost in them, my hands feel his neck, shoulder, chest and body as his motions from one moment are taunting, another moment they are hard. I want him as deep as he can go, he raises my legs over his shoulders and buried himself within me further. My gawd he is just amazing. His breathing changes, my legs move back to the sides of him, he is thrusting deep asking me if I will cum over him, I nod with a barely there 'yes'. He prewarns me he is close and before I know it I feel his release begin to flow, as he pumps I feel myself release with him. Our bodies merge, foreheads lock together, once or twice nearly headbutting eachother in the process, my fingertips grip him, I want this to last forever for the both of us. It's powerful, it's perfect as he hammers our releases into and out of me. Smiling ear to ear, I can't help but sigh blissfully to myself, our bodies begin to relax and come to a slow stop, naturally our bodies begin to let go of one another, breaking away gently and lots of twitching eeks on my part.

He moves to lay by my side, stating that wasn't his plan, I ask what was his plan, he answers it was to go on longer. I am not disappointed, I make this known and I am more than satisfied with the results and he can be too. Embracing eachother closely, it's quiet, he says I shouldn't fall asleep as he jokes he is not like other men that just roll over and go to sleep, this is something I have said to him before, as much as men do this, I feel I could do too but I am not tired, I am content. Deeply content. I love every moment we have together, from daily message exchanges, the hello when we meet and become instantly close to getting ourselves ready to head back to reality but these moments, when we lay together, these mean everything to me. I am safe, I am happy, I am his.

We talk about anything and everything, his mind is fascinating, the way he is wired, he really is something else and it's wonderful, it's refreshing, his whole being is everything I could ever hope and dream for in a man. We spend some time like this, our fingers tracing one another's skin sharing comfort in eachother, before the alarm sounds. I break away to deal with the demanding noise, hydrate and he prompts me back up to lay with him alittle longer.

We continue to talk, bare pressed against eachother, he educates me on his experiences in places he has visited, clubs etc. It is ever so interesting, I will look forward to being able to see this for myself one day. Although I am not likely to partake, I would very much like to observe but you never know as Sir encourages me to grow on this journey, my confidence may allow me to feel that I am able to interact alittle more physically with others too, who knows. I read, I explore online in attempts to research and understand the many varieties of kink as some is rather niche but each to their own, I do not judge, I just wish to understand how it all works, what triggers an individual to need such experiences in their life, what about it fulfills them. I say I am unsure if I will have a label in the type of submissive I am and likely to become as I feel I have traits from each label but Sir says this is what is unique about this world, you don't have to have a label, we are all who we are, it is not something you can compare with another, everyone is different in their own right. I am comforted knowing I do not have to present myself as being this or that type of submissive. I am just submissive and what I like is what I like, no labels, just me.

He then moves onto feedback after we have played, how important it is and how open we always need to be. It's a massive learning curve for me as I am used to routine vanilla and keeping things to myself. I am more than happy with everything he is doing but I let him know when he goes slow, that really bites me, I also feel he knows more about my likings than I do in the way my body responds. I will be sure to keep check on myself without adding additional pressure, if Sir is to know me inside outside, I need to be able to express myself clearly to him. Everything he does is spot on, I'm just not used to so much physical and emotional interaction, we're both still very new to eachother but do I feel our exploration is mutually driven. Whatever the destination may be, I can only hope at the very least that we have many, many years together on this journey.

Sir notices he has become hard again and suggests he may have to use my mouth, I tell him I don't do hints as my hand moves to reach him and has alittle play. I am instructed to use my mouth, to which I do without hesitation. My satisfaction in giving warms me, he feels so good against my tongue, taking him into me as far as I can based on my angle. I still feel alittle nervous in pleasuring him, I'm not completely certain as yet of what he really likes and dislikes so my confidence has yet to grow in that respect. I tease his tip between my lips against my tongue causing his legs to tremble, I love this, he does it to me all the time so to know I am having him do the same in return is something I feel amused yet greatly satisfied of. He responds with body language that almost says 'tut tut', a light spank or grip against me informs of this so change my tactic slightly but I know I will always be sure to continue to make him twitch too.

The alarm, once again, sounds, urgh, just rude! I break away again to attend to the noise, however, I don't make it off the bed, my motivation to it seems like effort I don't have. Sir brings himself up behind me catching my attention, he eases himself back into me. The music sounding is drowned out with his movements, I am taken again, reality is lost again. He moves at speed, harder, faster to then a slow tease, I can feel it again, I want more. I continue to receive his actions over and over, soon I feel I want to release, I move a hand to feel him inside me and rub at my sensitives. It's definitely there but she won't budge and that's OK. Neither of us have to release to feel we are fulfilled, it is still very, very much enjoyable but I'm sure he knows how eager he makes me feel.

Time is catching up with us, we stop, I push myself up against him, my back to his chest, it's time to get ourselves together. I move off the bed, gathering myself to get sorted, he is far more in tune than I am, I barely function at times as it is, when I am in his presence it seems even more so that I cannot seem to find my senses, I just feel a constant magnetism that prohibits me from wanting to anywhere else in any other form. Whilst moving around to get dressed, I can feel him inside of me, he is warm, the sensation of him dribbling down my thighs cooling slightly as soon as the air touches me, I have a part of him I can take with me, he will stay there a while.

We are dressed and yes, I kept the ankle socks on for the entire duration! He pulls me in, my back against his chest, he feels and gropes at me, I tell him he is mean to wind me up before leaving me. I am sure he does this to reinforce my want, need and desire for him, safe to say it certainly works. I hope it is there for him too. Snap back to reality whilst sharing playful cheek between us, he really does make me laugh. As much as I back chat, sometimes I am completely dumbfounded, I don't always have the ability to present a come back but as always, not that it's a competition, he wins hands down. After all he is the dominant, he is the boss. Most of all he is my Sir...