#‘PRECIOUS PARTNER’ OK

[waywardstation]

POKEMON MASTERS WHEN I GET YOU

[moonscape]

thinking about pmd2 hero being weird about the meals at the guild at first. they're so used to having to eat small and rationing food because food was limited with it only being able to appear in dungeons in the future and those were always dangerous to traverse, especially as a human. it became second nature to them so it affects them even after losing their memories. it's just the natural way of things.

partner and chimecho take note that hero is skinnier and smaller than pokemon of their species usually are (which is especially apparent with munchlax) and that they seem to leave a big portion of their dinner behind. they try to encourage them to eat more, with partner reassuring them that it's okay and chimecho trying out different meals in case it's a diet restriction. seeing that it's okay, hero slowly starts to eat more and more off their plate until they able to finish it off. they become a healthy weight and have more energy, and partner chimecho are both relieved and also incredibly proud of them.

[ur-humble-overlord]

every time i feel like im ready to explode i am granted a new horror to my shit sandwich

[oceantornadoo]

your weighted blanket (simon riley x f!reader)

part of this two lieutenants series but it’s standalone

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“you know what i want?”

“wha’?”

“a weighted blanket.”

simon turned away from his bedroom desk to stare at you, his dark eyes squinting incredulously.

“what?! i think it’d help me sleep.”

“wha’ the fuck is a weighted blanket.”

you huffed a sigh. “it’s literally a weighted blanket simon. having weight pressing down on you helps you sleep, it’s scientifically proven.” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms as you laid back on his bed.

turning off his desk lamp, he made his way to his bed. he joined you on top of the covers, giving you plenty of space. keeping it platonic. not that he wanted to, but that was another thing.

“can’t jus’ have some sop lay on you?” the words hurt coming out, but it was the only thing he could say. desperately looking for a sign that you were talking to someone as you were so tightlipped about your escapades until after they ended.

“i’m on a man break. they all suck.” no one measured up to the unending care simon gave you, even if he was just a friend. just a friend who lets you come into his room every night, talking yourself to sleep. just a friend who never forgets your favorite body wash or candle scent on supply runs.

“they don’t know how to treat a woman like you.” his words echoed in the dark, ideas of what they meant bouncing around in your brain. “a woman like me?” silence. “don’t be mean, si.”

fuck he was so stupid. needed to watch his tone better, like gaz was always telling him. “dove, jus’ meant a smart independent woman like yourself. yer lookin’ for a partner and they’re look for a mother or a fuck. or both.” your jaw dropped. “oh. thanks.” his words thickened the air. no one had ever talked about you like that, like you were something to be treasured, not kept. like he respected you.

“if you really need a weighted blanket i-“ “yeah?” you sounded too eager, but you didn’t care. you turned towards him, catching his eye in the gleam of the base lights outside his window. “could be yers. if you want. strictly platonic.” he scratched his head, looking away. embarrassed. “yeah, platonic. course, yeah. that’s fine. good, i mean.” you needed to get your act together and stop sounding like a teenager, but he just offered to be your blanket. surely that was more than platonic.

“now?”

“sure.”

you sat on his bed like a dead fish, arms at your sides. you were not about to initiate what surely would be the most awkward non-cuddle session in your life. simon pressed one large paw into the mattress, hauling his huge body up on one arm. he moved down farther on the bed, his head parallel to your ribs. then, with the uttermost care, he shifted on top of you, hovering. waiting. “you can lay on me si, it’s okay.” he released his hands slowly, the full force of his body laying on you. 250+ pounds of pure machine, a body honed from years in the military. a soldier, a sniper, a lieutenant, now at your mercy, body covering yours completely.

“not too weighted for you?” you giggled. an actual giggle from his fellow lieutenant. “no, si. not too weighted.” your hand instinctively went to his hair before you could stop yourself. “is this comfortable? you’re on my ribs.” he grunted. it actually hurt like a bitch, your bone pressing into him through layers of fat, but he was laying on you and therefore could not complain. “you can move up, i won’t mind.” well, if you were letting him. he wanted to make the most of this blanket situation, this type of intimacy so foreign to him.

simon scooted up your body and laid his head on your tits. built-in pillows, one might call them. you hand went to his hair again, slowly scratching his scalp. “this ok?” you never touched like this, had never touched him like something precious. he grunted, a yes in “ghost” as you liked to call it. you continued running your hand through his hair, surprised at the softness of his locks. his face was against your breast, and usually you’d be embarrassed, but lines had been crossed and all bets were off. his body was heavy, sure, but the weight of it was comforting. all you could think of was him, not the annoying recruit from this morning, not the bad dinner you had at the mess hall. only the smell of the base shampoo and his natural musk, something uniquely him but not gross.

all simon could hear was your heartbeat. it had quickened when he first laid down, but now it was slowing to a comforting beat. you were here, you were breathing. the gunfire and the smell of bombs in his head meant nothing as long as he had you like this, in his arms where no one could hurt you. he could feel your body relaxing, muscles losing the day’s tension and giving themselves over to sleep. as your breathing slowed and you moved to a lower, more comfortable position on his pillow, he knew time could stop and all that would matter was you, right here, with him.

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[mars-ipan]

hehe my friends are cute :3

[w0nderland]

i think that if you have a boyfriend it's important to remember that is just some guy. like I'm sure you like him but that's just a dude you found on the street, or in a shop or something. he's probably setting a timer for his pasta because he doesn't want to taste test eight different pieces to make sure it's al dente. idk it's important to have some perspective

[the-xolotl]

Sweet, Soft Shadow Man

Alastor x gn!Reader & Al’s Shadow

♡ Itty bitty snip

♡ a/n: i feel like i’ve only been writing smut recently so here’s something soft

summary: Alastor’s shadow adores you, because Alastor adores you, but he’s a lot more reserved with his feelings. His shadow on the other hand has little qualms about showing affection or responding to yours, and maybe Al feels a little jealous.

♡ TAGS: sfw, domestic fluff, slight jealousy, some banter, no use of y/n, latine coded reader lowkey.

One thing to get use to as you and Al had begun dating was his shadow constantly hovering around you anywhere you went where Alastor himself wasn’t. At first it had felt smothering, like he didn’t trust you alone or like you couldn’t defend yourself, when you in fact very much can. You’d roll your eyes every time you caught the shadowy figure out if the corner of your eye or even tried to get it to go back to Alastor but of course it only listened to its master and would stare at your blankly with the holes that are supposed to be his eyes.

However, as you got to know it and Alastor you realized it wasn’t that that your lover thought you couldn’t look after yourself. No, what you came to realize (and kept to yourself because it’s much too precious) is that Alastor is a proud man ok not that, you knew that very well but that he has his peculiar way of showing affection, one way was to keep his shadow with you when he himself couldn’t. His pride got in the way of him being outwardly affectionate towards you even after courting, properly asking you be his partner and all the time spent together, he still kept to himself a lot simply reciprocating what you initiated. But having the one thing that’s an extension of himself guard you and keep you company was one of the first tokens of care he’d given you.

Thereafter this discovery you didn’t mind it as much, in fact, you even gave it a name; Sombra. You grew very fond of the curious creature that mostly kept itself to surfaces or even in the silhouette of your shadow. It made you giggle every time Sombra did, because you could feel an odd, ghostly weight on your person when it did despite being in its intangible form. Sombra,you also found, is very animated with you. It showed a lot of emotion: joy, sadness, excitement etc. And it didn’t always smile like Alastor did, it could frown, or have a neutral expression. The more you got to know it, the more you became attached to it and it to you. Where to even without Alastor sending it to you, Sombra came to you out of its own accord or even when you called it.

While not entirely against it, Alastor found it a little irritating that literal part of him spent more time with you than he did sometimes. After all he’s an Overlord and the manager of the Hazbin Hotel with the Princess of Hell, he’s a busy man. And the fact you named it, like a pet. His shadow was wrapped around your finger the same way Alastor was, but at least Alastor didn’t show it so forwardly. This fact made Alastor a little bashful the first time you had revealed this to him, all of the little things his shadow did for you.

For example it would bring you little gifts, either from Alastor… Or its own. Small trinkets, flowers (not even store bought just wild flowers off the streets) or even limbs. You didn’t question the limbs even if they put you off at times. Sombra became very cuddly and liked to follow you around even when you only did mundane things. Like today, you’re in the kitchen making a dinner you had made Alastor promise to be there for. He’d been unusually busy recently and as much as you love Sombra, you miss your significant other. You had been prepping the ingredients for a special dish you wanted Alastor to try, that while not entirely southern food, it’s very similar to something like gumbo, when out of the corner of your eye you saw a flash of a black figure. It disappeared as soon as you turned to look in that direction, so you shifted your focus back to the food.

A few times more this happened before a menacing shadow loomed right over you as you threw chopped vegetables into the pot of already boiling water with salt and other seasonings on it. It made half the kitchen dim and it seemed to swallow up its surroundings. You smiled wide giggling looking up at the ceiling, “Sombra~” you sing-song, greeting the ghostly silhouette, “Want a taste?” you offered one of the still uncooked pieces of red meat. It shrunk down to its usual size on the wall taking the offered food. Chuckling at how the meat hovered in the air before it disappeared as Sombra put it in its mouth. The shadow smiled wide giving you a thumbs up as it watched you add herbs into the cooking pot.

“That’s not a pet, you know that right darling?” Alastor’s unfiltered voice came from the door frame as he entered unannounced. While his voice had its usual uppity lilt his tone came a little annoyed. You had reach to hug and pet Sombra like you always do to welcome it, you thought Alastor wouldn’t come for another while longer so you indulged the little servant before its master arrived but you got caught right in the act. It retracted to Alastor’s side like it always did as he threw it a sideways glance.

“Of course he’s not. But its cute, in its own way,” you smile. “Welcome home, my love,” smiling at the radio demon you gingerly made your way to him wrapping your arms around him with a tight hug. He did the same, planting a soft kiss on your forehead, your smile widen. “I missed you,” you whispered looking up at him with big doe eyes. Because you did. You really, really did. You didn’t want to say it outloud but you almost thought he wouldn’t show or he’d be late. So it made you exceedingly happy he had already arrived. “It’s almost ready, why don’t you go sit at the table.”

From his seat, he watched you prepare the side dishes as the pot on the stove simmered, however his eyes more than fixating on you, they followed the movement of his shadow standing next to you at all times. Handing you things, making you laugh and giggle with little actions. And of course it’s his shadow he could feel how giddy your attention made it. Every time you said thank you, every time you gave it a compliment or whenever you pet it. He felt it’s eye twitch seeing Sombra lay his transparent head on the shadow of your shoulder and you didn’t bat an eye. Part of it is guilt, guilt that he had been so absent and distant for weeks, because he’d been too preoccupied with other responsibilities, and jealousy. The jealousy is what bothered him the most. That damn shadow had been hoarding all your attention even as he’d been sitting in the same room with you.

Alastor wouldn’t admit it’s his fault, of course. So instead he gets up from the table again coming up to stand behind you, long arms wrapping around your middle. It surprised you a little, making your stutter the rhythm of your stirring. Alastor rested his chin on the same shoulder Sombra had, making direct eye contact with the sentient being and intimidating it into moving away from you. If it could hiss, it would have. But it moved away without you noticing. Alastor’s arms tighten around you for a second before speaking softly, “I apologize for neglecting you, or if you’ve felt lonely in my absence, darling,” his words were sincere. Alastor didn’t like being away from you very long, didn’t like having to go places filled with people he couldn’t care less about and having to deal with others he disliked. But duties are duties and work is work, he’s a man of principle.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t long to be with his beloved, and he know he’s godawful at telling you. Part of the reason he’d kept his shadow with you, in hopes to keep you solace, and company when he couldn’t. But seeing you grow closer to the creature and pouring all the affection you couldn’t give him made his chest tighten, a feeling that crawled under his skin and bothered him in ways that shouldn’t matter to him. You were his. Yet, here he is, acting childish even if you are probably mostly unaware. Or he hopes you are. Because this is embarrassing, it makes him feel embarrassed deep down. His ears twitched in annoyance as the thoughts swirled around his mind trying to push them away but failing.

“I know you’ve been busy. I wouldn’t call it neglect really,” you answer back, relaxing into the embrace and tilting your head so that you can press a soft kiss to his cheek then nuzzling him, “But you are gone too often, I had meant to talk to you about it but I didn’t really know how to. I guess I also felt a little bad asking you to give me more than you already do,” you chuckle unhumorously. Alastor did give you everything, hardly ever did he tell you no and did what he could to make you happy. Your relationship had been very rocky at the start. Both of you had to learn to make your relationship work and meet in the middle on a lot of different things. Alastor had to re-learn what it’s like to love someone, you had to adjust to his own way of loving and take baby steps, slower ones than you were used to. Both of you accepted the flaws that came with the other, you were in hell, he wasn’t the worst out there and you weren’t perfect.

“And you don’t have to be jealous of your own shadow, Al,” you quipped, a grin tugging the edges of your lips. You had to press your lips into a thin line to keep yourself from giggling at the flare of radio static around you after saying that. But he didn’t really refute it.

“Very funny, darling,”

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[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

"I'm angry at you" Tim forces out.

It's been a long time coming, the words that have been circling his mind for years. Rotting the back of his throat.

Jason is Bruce's son in a way that he will never be. It's just a simple fact.

Maybe he could have picked a different time maybe a family dinner wasn't the place, but he was the one that spent year's of his life having to dodge bullets and murder attempts. He had to spend month's in physical therapy after the tower.

The place he felt safe was ripped away because Jason who is traumatized he hasn't forgot that fact, decided to hunt him down and hurt him.

Maybe Robin isn't a child, but Tim Drake was.

He turns to Bruce who's face is of course blank he's the one who wants Jason here yet not an emotion in sight.

Turns back to look Jason in the eye the man who's sitting next to Damian sometimes he wonders if Alfred does it on purpose a way to remind Tim that his murderers will always have something he doesn't.

He will look him in the eye he will not falter today.

"I was a child, I should have never been the exception to your rule. Say what you will about Robin being something else but you didn't care about Robin you cared it was me"

Silence it's funny how comforting it can be.

"I should not have to sit at the same table as two of my attempted murderers and pretend that it's ok. You are both traumatized I understand that but it will never be an excuse for traumatizing me. I see the Red hood and Robin in my nightmares."

He turns to look at Dick who as always is to the right of him once again pointing to Alfred doing this seating on purpose.

"You are a hypocrite who has never shut up about drying but goes out his way to kill another Robin."

He sees Alfred step forward closer to Bruce he wonders what the point is will he say anything, not likely but why move he almost asks yet if he doesn't finish he never will.

"This was your home first it still is, but I have bled and given more than you will ever know to secure my place here. So Bruce I do not ever want to partnered with either one of them in the field. You or Dick are the only options. You will not argue with me this is me laying my boundaries which I am entitled to."

He stares at Alfred loosing the blank look to let some of the anger out. He wants him to know.

"You will also never again force me to sit at a dinner table across from them again. Whatever British Passive-Aggressive gesture this is. You have no right to do. I will never forgive you for my birthday."

Dick goes to interrupt he doesn't let him.

"Bruce and Alfred have my full permission to discuss the psychological torture they put me through as my birthday present. But from now on none of you get to treat me as if I am some replacement or placeholder. I am a person with feelings, I will not be treated like a doormat."

He makes eye contact with each of them Alfred, Bruce, Jason and Damian.

Before turning to Dick for the last part.

"You are the only person here who has never deliberately hurt me, your my brother and I love you. I want to spend more time with you and I am specifically requesting that you come with me when I leave this table. We can get dinner or hang out but I need you to leave with me."

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Bruce is speechless.

How did he do this, his child is sitting at his table trembling and he can't move.

His child who just spent ten minutes defending himself and he is doing nothing.

Dick interrupts what he can admit is a pity party.

"Your my brother, I will happily follow you to the ends of the earth and if we leave now we can go to the Thai place that you like."

He can't let them leave he has to say something.

Tell Tim that he loves him, that he can fix this that this isn't the end. That it matters but before he can there gone.

His boys leave.

His precious sons, one loyal to a fault and one hurt beyond measure and what did he do nothing.

What he always does nothing.

[jelliedink]

Ancient Vampire Partner as a Service Top Headcanons

Warnings: Pure smut. Mentions of death, blood, violence. No gender specified, but reader do get periods. Implication of abusive relationship. Author's note: I wrote an extensive introduction to this post, but then I realised that was mostly me rambling. So I decided to get straight (and kinda gay) to the point. Shall we? Divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Here's my take on how I think the sexual dynamic between a human and their ancient vampire lover would go:

Your ancient vampire partner knew they had to be gentle and careful with you. Much like us when carrying a newborn puppy, they were aware of how easily your bones could break if they got too excited. Since sex for them was now more of an echo from their human days and not a survival need, they were ok with going without sex for long periods of time, perhaps waiting until you were ready to be turned. For now, they thought it was safer to wait.

You, on the other hand, were very much not ok with this. You were human, your body evolved to make happy chemicals from sex. As if that wasn't enough, the main survival strategy of your partner's species was looking hot as fuck to lure humans, getting their thoughts so clouded by lust that they'd ignore the stone cold touch, the sharp fingernails, the bluish hue of their skin and the sharpness of their teeth. Your whole body went crazy just by looking at them.

They knew you couldn't help it. So, whenever you were needy and in the mood, they didn't mind putting you on their lap, back against their chest, and touch you until you've had enough. They loved being able to make you feel good, whispering on your ear while playing with your body: "What do you want to try today?" "Do you want me to get one of our toys?" "Does it feel good like this?" "Is this intensity enough?"

In the days you desperately needed to feel them inside of you, they ignored their own desire while watching you ride them mesmerised, gently guiding your hips up and down while kissing and caressing whatever part of your beautiful, soft and warm body they could reach. God, how pretty you looked with your eyes out of focus, using their body to get off and scratch that itch.

And when you were too tired they gladly took the lead, paying attention to your every reaction, focusing on how to serve you better: "Hold my shoulders tight so I can reach deeper without hurting you, ok?" "Slow and steady, precious, or you'll be tired before we can have the amount of fun you deserve." "Here, it will feel even better if you touch yourself too."

But they were far from being selfless. The moment you got your period they morphed into a feral and self-serving beast, unable to control themselves any more than a hungry lion would if near a trapped deer. This was one of the very few times they could feed off of you and they were not letting all this food go to waste.

You'd get properly cushioned in a comfortable position, a heating pad on your lower belly, your legs on their shoulders and they would lick you clean. Prepare to be there for a while, no amount of begging would make them let you get up until they're finished. Of course you always tried to. Every time this happened, they'd first try to convince you with love and praises, but their tone got increasingly more authoritative and mean until you couldn't recognise your lover anymore. "My baby, you taste so good." "How can you be so good to me, my little angel?" "Can't you hold on just a bit more? Please? For me?" "Oh, you're being tortured with too many orgasms? You poor thing, that sounds so terrible." "Pretty, you're not getting up. Don't think that you have a choice just because I'm trying to be nice." "Maybe if I show you how painful I can make it you'll realise how good you're having it stop being such a whiny ungrateful brat. You want this, my baby? You want me to hurt you? So don't make me hurt you."

In the end they'd kiss your whole weak body and your puffed teary face while begging for your forgiveness. They'd say they don't deserve you, they are a monster, they just don't know how to control themselves when you smell like this and they were so hungry. You'd be pampered: a hot bath, body massage, your favourite food, that thing you've been eyeing for so long but was way too out of your budget.

They'd do just about anything you ask for. Anything but promise not to do it again.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Gun Park x Reader: Protective (feat Goo)

G/N. Goo is a menace and Gun loves you.

"Who's that pretty thing?"

Goo cranes his neck, adjusts his glasses at who Gun had his arm around mere moments ago, and tries to take a closer look at you.

Gun refrains from snarling, knowing the reaction would only spur him on.

Using the act of taking a drag on his cigarette, Gun subtly moves closer to your body, shielding you from his partner's malicious gaze.

"Off limits," he replies, blowing smoke in Goo's face.

Gun knows he can be possessive, obsessive. 'Gets hooked on people' as Goo put it. However, he has never thought of himself as any sort of a guardian figure, preferring if people could hold their own in a fight.

Yet with you, he can't help the flare of protectiveness. The need to keep you safe. From dangers and wandering eyes and interest from over curious fools.

"Now now, no need to be like that." The blonde responds, wafting the smoke away with a cough and a sputter.

How intriguing that Gun is working so hard to hide you away. You must be a lot of fun. Simply precious.

Undeterred, Goo re-angles himself; directing his smile, stretched too wide and dripping with ulterior motives, past Gun's tense and defensive stance to you. Decides to go for charming instead of predatory, opens his mouth, prepared to sweep you off your feet and-

Gun steps completely into view, shifting in front of you so Goo has no choice but to stare at the black eyed demon and to face his wrath.

Gives his first and last warning, "Look for a second longer and it'll be your last breath."

"Ugh!" Goo pouts, visibility deflating at how serious Gun is. "You used to be a lot more fun," He mutters, then perks right back up without missing a beat, "Sweetheart, I can show you a much better time-"

The cigarette falls from Gun's grip and his hand snaps to Goo's arm, seconds away from weaselling its way around your shoulder.

Obsidian eyes flashing dangerously, "Don't you dare-"

With a sigh, Goo retreats and wriggles free. 

Takes a step back and holds both hands up in surrender. 

"Touchy." He tuts, throwing a dirty look at Gun.

"Nevermind," he shoves his hands in his pockets and shrugs, "I have some secret friends to meet anyway. Let me know if you ever get bored of him, sweetheart."

Goo grins at you before striding off and you feel a shiver down your spine.

You felt like prey trapped between two monsters. No, that's unfair. One monster that looks like they want to devour you alive, and the other - Gun Park. Your Gun.

Who has tried to shield you from everything. From the rain to the unsavoury side of his life and now to his unhinged coworker. Who kisses you intensely and treats you like you're the only one, the only thing that matters.

Gun senses your discomfort, notices the tightness in your body language. He reaches for you, pulling you into his body and wrapping his arms around you.

His eyes bore into yours.

"Are you ok?" He asks, and you can feel his voice rumbling in his chest.

The tension had also crept up on Gun. With each word from Goo Kim, each moment his eyes were on you.

It's unnerving. He's not used to this. He never expected to care about anyone's wellbeing except his own but now he's in your orbit - you're all he cares about.

"M'good," you tell him, leaning into him and voice muffled, feeling safe in his embrace.

Gun exhales.

At your words, the unease finally starts to drain away.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Dom amab reader taking Blade (Honkai Star Rail) going to an Halloween party together and bangs him in a closest 🎃

Author's Note: This is my first time writing Blade, so hopefully this won't be too OOC!

Pairings: Blade x male reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Blade, risky sex, light choking, Blade calls you 'my heart' because I think that pet name is so precious 💞

Blaring music, bright flashing lights, loud people, and slutty costumes weren't exactly Blade's scene — so… why was he even here right now?

You. The answer is: you.

Only you, his adoring partner, could turn this wretched hellscape into something tolerable.

Holding Blade's hand firmly, you knocked on the door. The host—one of your friends—greeted the two of you before inviting you in. Just as he expected; there's already a sea of people, all chatting loudly and drinking. An array of costumes—ranging from cheap and slutty, to impressive (and sometimes still slutty) flood his vision.

You give Blade's hand a little squeeze, letting his grip linger for a bit more before you spot some other friends and strike up a conversation. He opts for standing a few steps behind you while they talk your ear off.

Finally — after several stories about people that Blade doesn't know nor particularly care about — your friends depart to join the crowd busting some moves on the dance floor. You declined their invitation to join them, instead turning back to your partner and offering to grab some drinks together.

Extending your hand towards him, Blade immediately accepts, lacing his fingers with yours as you lead him into the kitchen.

The music is slightly quieter here — there's less people too, allowing an opportunity to talk with him without yelling over the rest of the noise.

“How are you feeling?” you ask as you pass along some "bloody" punch with spooky ice cubes.

“Fine.”

“Just fine? You're not overwhelmed or uncomfortable, are you?”

Blade stared into his cup before answering. “No. I do not care for this large crowd though.”

Suppressing a laugh, you reply, “Yeah, I know. There are way more people than I expected tonight.” your partner grumbles in agreement. “Maybe some dancing will help loosen you up.” you suggest.

…really? His eyes narrow a bit—only you would notice the change in expression. “I do not dance.”

“Aw, c'mon! We can stand off to the side, or in a corner. Just you and me…our hands on each other, if you want.”

He ponders your proposal for a moment. It would be an excuse to have all of your attention on him. Plus, people would be less likely to steal you away for more idle chitchat if they noticed you were busy dancing with someone.

Setting his half empty cup down, Blade exhales through his nose. “Let's go, then.”

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While he didn't feel strongly for the music selection either way, your darling did make an effort to 'dance' with you. If you can really call what he was doing dancing.

It was mainly Blade standing there and tapping his foot while you danced around him, singing along to the Halloween hits blaring in his eardrums. Though, he will admit that the way your body moves is attractive… it doesn't help whenever your hands slide underneath his top, or when your nails rake through the hairs on the nape of his neck.

If he didn't know any better, he'd swear you were putting a spell on him. The way Blade's body grew warm — bordering on uncomfortable. His hands would twitch after you whispered some lyrics right into his ear. Then you'd blow on his ear after that, like you knew it drove him mad.

A familiar feeling stirred in his stomach; Blade decided that it must be dealt with before anyone noticed his very obvious reaction.

“Blade, hey where are we going?” you laugh as your partner hastily drags you into a less occupied hallway.

When he finally stops and you get a good look at his face, his cheeks are a little flushed, and his pupils are obviously dilated.

“Whoa, are you feeling ok, you look a little–”

“I… I need you.” he blurts out.

You're a bit taken aback, though you recover and ask, “What do you mean?”

A frustrated groan crawls its way out of Blade's throat. And he repeats “I need you– my heart, I need to be with you.”

The way Blade is leaning back against the wall with his lips parted like this—so unfocused on anything other than you—gives you a hint as to what he's talking about. So, once you catch on, you smirk—which sends a shiver up your darling's spine.

“I see. Damn, all of this just from a little dancing?” you brush your knuckles against his cheek and lean in closer. “Honey, I didn't even grind on you or anything. Are you really this riled up?”

The dissatisfied noise that he makes answers your question. Blade was usually so composed, but the way he was acting tonight… perhaps you haven't given him the attention he needs recently.

“Alright. If my baby is truly so desperate, then I'll take care of you. Come on.” you step next to him, opening the door next to the wall he was leaning on, and guide him inside. You know your friend's house like the back of your hand—this is the closet with the most space. It should be big enough to fit Blade and yourself without being cramped.

You waste no time — pressing his cheek against the cold wall and whispering promises of a very good time. Your hands travel up his chest, unbuttoning the shirt of his costume while your lips find their place on his neck.

There's not exactly a need for foreplay here; Blade is already weak in the knees, so you make his prep quick. Once your cock is in, he relaxes a bit. If it weren't for you holding his leg up, Blade may have sunk into a happy little puddle by now.

As you're fucking him, your darling becomes more demanding. “Kiss me again, I am all yours.” he'll say in a breathless tone that makes your knees feel weak. “There–! That feels… amazing!” he sings, pushing his ass back, which causes you to thrust in deeper. “Mmhm~ My heart, ooh~ Do not stop, please…!” he moans in such a way that makes your heart melt.

Between your body heat, Blade's nonstop panting, and the heat coming from between your legs—the closet is muggy, and condensation clings to your exposed skin.

Blade groans, wracked by a tight sensation in his stomach, “We… we can get closer–” And how can you not oblige when your partner is behaving so well?

“Yeah? Is this better?” you pull Blade flush to your chest, keeping his leg held up, and loosely wrap your other hand around his throat. The sound of skin hitting skin permeates through the air, mixing with the sound of your lips on Blade's shoulder. His hands reach up — one clasps over the hand around his neck, while the other holds on to your bicep for dear life as you speed up even more.

He tried so hard to keep quiet up until this point, but his efforts have slipped away with every passing minute. Your cock has easily coaxed sluttier and sluttier noises out of Blade's mouth. Not that you're complaining though. This hallway is usually empty during these parties, so Blade's moaning shouldn't alert anyone unless he becomes truly loud.

His pretty voice sings for you; moaning obscenities as your climaxes draw near. You chase your own first — letting your pace become uneven before emptying a surge of cum inside of your partner. Which in turn tips him over the edge, and Blade arches his back as he spills onto the closet floor.

“So good for me…” you whisper between kisses all down Blade's cheek and jawline. You're both panting as you recover. Neither one of you wants to move yet—you simply want to enjoy this feeling for a while longer. Perhaps, once you return home, after the party is over, you can continue your Halloween fun~

[dayslynthesix]

bad idea, right? | max verstappen x female!oc [part 1]

the one when max verstappen got back to his ex girlfriend

an: i swear part 2 is funnier please don't give up part 2

amayamedina

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amayamedina i wish i was still blond to be on my merliah summers era. see you next year, spain, i had a lovely time here 🩷🇪🇸

itsmegigi the only certain i have in my life is that we're gonna be together next summer

amayamedina obviously girl, its us to the end of the world duuuhhh

thstsanneg_ i love you and i will definitely miss you during the year 😭😭

amayamedina stoppp you'll have to came to see mee 😭😭

beabee i think this was the best summer we ever had

amayamedina i know right?? this one felt more special

maxverstappen1 ⛱️🧡 liked by amayamedina

charles_leclerc it was lovely to meet you and the gang

amayamedina it was super nice to mee you, my mom will love to hear i watch the race from ferrari garage, shes a big fan

user1 so this is the girl we saw with max during the barcelona gp?

user2 idk maybe? she looks pretty

user3 she's a beach volleyball player i think

user6 how did you already found out her social media??

user1 she's a beach volleyball player (was, idk) and she's also a sports influencer

may 13th, 2019

amayamedina

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amayamedina interlagos was alway my favorite track 🇧🇷

maxverstappen1 your my favorite ❤️

amayamedina i love youuuu

thstsanneg_ i still cant believe you're dating a playboy who's job is literally racing in circles

amayamedina i know right??

user83 i hate the way they talk about max career like it's nothing

user92 girl it's not that deep they're joking

itsmegigi you're kinda cute

maxverstappen1 are you considering redbull as your next team?

itsmegigi im with ferrari until the day i die

beabee mom and dad 🥰

amayamedina no

charles_leclerc gross

amayamedina no one invited you here and if i recall you and max are not on speaking terms so plese fix that!

charles_leclerc no

user1 SO SHE IS THE GIRL

user93 she was pretty much at every gp and was seen with him at least four times guys, it's obvious

user1 we're happy they announced, that's all

user33 she's so gorgeous

user83 i meet them last night and she was very polite AND she was the one who took the photo i have with max

november 19th, 2019

amayamedina

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amayamedina me and my girls (and the boys), italy trip you'll aways be famous! 🇮🇹

maxverstappen1 🧡🧡🧡

charles_leclerc the trip is always famous untill someone end up in the hospital with a food poisoning

amayamedina i told you to take it easy with the shrimp...

beabee ok that was amazing!! can't wait for next years

amayamedina we'l be here!

itsmegigi all the pottery it was me! i need people to know that ams and bea are shitty at it

amayamedina anne helped... a little

charles_leclerc no she didn't, she was BUSY TRYING TO GUIDE THE BOAT SINCE MAX AND AMAYA KEPT ARGUING!! comment have been deleted

charles_leclerc no she didn't 🤪

thstsanneg_ i love you guys

redbullracing take care of max, he's our precious driver and we need him!

amayamedinaif he was here i would! comment have been deleted

amayamedina sure adm! 😌

may 28th, 2021

amayamedina and maxverstappen1

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amayamedina after two and a half years together with max, we decided to go separate paths, i will be forever grateful for the time we spent together 🩷

maxverstappen1 thank you for allowing me to be your partner, i will hold those memories close to my heart. wish you all the best 🧡

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june 10th, 2021

amayamedina

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amayamedina birthday me with the people i love the most in the place im the happiest, thank you so much for being here with me and to celebrate my life with me, i will hold those memories close to my heart ❤️‍🩹 happy cancer season everyone ♋️🦀 | 📍 positano, italy

itsmegigi i love you and i love to spend your day with you, you're my best friend in the world and your happiness means a lot to me 💛

amayamedina you mean a lot to me! 💛

thstsanneg_ happy happy happy birthday my friend, you're the best, you deserve your friends with you today

amayamedina don't make me cry again 😭 i love you and im super grateful to have you in my life

beabee im crying again, i love you! it you and me (and gi, and annie) that's my whole world until the end

amayamedina my world is only whole when im with you, annie and gigi, i love you ❤️

charles_leclerc happy birthday, ames, you deserve all the best

amayamedina thank you charlie, thank you for being here 💖

charlottesiine it was amazing to celebrate with you, i hope you have a great year!

amayamedina it was amazing c! thank you for coming 💖

user13 don't you guys think that's strange that amaya and max broke up like 10 days ago and charles is celebrating her birthday with her?

user83 not at all, they seemed very friendly with each other and charlotte and her became very close

user89 people can't have friends anymore

madalenamedina_ happy birthday my beautiful girl, i still remember the day i found out that i was going to be a mom and the day i listened to your heart for the first time, i love you dearly and immeasurably ❤️❤️❤️

amayamedina thank you mom, i love you! you're the best mom i could have asked for and i want to be your daughter in every life after this one

user82 HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMAYA!!!

lewishamilton happy birthday, amaya! wishing yoi all the best 🙏🏻

amayamedina thank you, lewis! 💖

june 30th, 2021

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 🏆😄

redbullracing our world champ!

kellypiquet ❤️❤️❤️

danielricciardo congrats mate

landonorris 💥💥

user92 goat

user193 i mean congrats i guess

user82 the fia is now giving world championships like it's candy lol

user95 it was supposed to be amaya with him 😭😭

user33 move on they broke up hes happy with kelly

december 16th, 2021

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 after 2 years together, kelly and i decided to go different ways, i ask you, please, for privacy during this moment and respect to her and her personal life.

november 17th, 2023

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amayamedina just added a story

november 23rd, 2023

maxverstappen1 has answered this story

maxverstappen1 can we talk? it's been a while

amayamedina i don't know if i still had anything to talk to you

maxverstappen1 kelly and i we broke up

amayamedina im sorry

maxverstappen1 no you're not haha

amayamedina yeah im not lol but i guess a talk won't do harm so sure

maxverstappen1 can i pick you up?

amayamedina sure, give me 10min

[ginnysgraffiti]

sex, relationship w/ a cannibal, worshipping, 18+

&. LEE x yn.

what would your and lee's first time be like?

- it goes without saying : he would be on top during the first time.

deeply inside, he would actually love seeing you moving desperately against his hips to gain all the pleasure you can get from it. he loves to be submissive, and for this reason he would be insanely addicted towards you riding him as your body pleases, bouncing on him. however, if we talk about the first time, he would definitely be on top.

- it could take him days before he makes the first move on you, or maybe just one. it depends. he would be overly afraid of letting go too much or hurting you. however, sometimes he is so needy that a place between your legs is all he wants and craves for. for this reason, he might 'kindly' jump on you even at the first meeting, making sure to fill you up with kisses before getting rough.

- he can fuck. i mean, over and over. he's like a rabbit. so don't expect him to slow down or stop by himself the first time, because he would do so only if your soft voice begs. sometimes it's stunning how long he can resist.

- lee's a very sexual creature. like in a very primal way, and he expects you to understand him and be ok with it. every interaction before the act turns surprisingly erotic with him. plus, if he really needs to take you to the edge, he would do ANYTHING to let you know. small but very visible hints, mainly physical ones. he just can't hide it, and he doesn't even want to.

- lee would be SOOOOO so vocal the first time, but even all the following times. he would whine and grunt and beg. he would dirty talk you during the act, but...A LOT.

- he's fast. that's it. he's so damn fast, rough and shameless. he isn't used to matching his pace with his partner's or even taking their time with them, so it would take him some time to get used to your preferences or just maintain control.

- no, he would NEVER hurt you during the act. you are his whole life. he would never.

- the first time would probably be in some natural reserves, where he likes to spend most of his nights. he would fuck you hard on the back of his pickup, so the bright and shining stars could be the only witnesses. he would then take you inside, place you on the front seat and cuddle you to sleep on his lap.

- the first time would be unforgettable from any point of view. he's so experienced and risk-taker so he would make sure to be your one and only boy to enjoy it with.

- as written before, he would start with needy and hungry kisses. everywhere. his tattooed hands would overstimulate you well to hear your moans even before starting. it would be the best adventure ever. he would try anything, all in. he would make sure to use his bony finger as best as he can, he would spread your legs like no one else and start with the damage. the real damage. because once he has the green light (and he always wants your permission) he won't stop. he will destroy you in any way possible. then, he would gradually slow down, return to use his fingers and feel you closer and closer.

let's say it, lee is into watching your cum drip your puffy pussy after an intense bout of fucking. really into it.

he watches hypnotized as milky fluid, both his cum and yours, leaks from inside of you. he would worship you as his most precious treasure.

- after the intense and damaging act, he would make sure to massage every sore part of yours and kiss it softly, that's his way to apologise for being too rough.

- finally, lee would collapse on your chest, kissing and cupping your breasts. he just loves your breasts, he's badly addicted. he would bite your nipple, his finger playing with the other one in the meantime, while every sweat drop of his connects with yours.

- lee would definitely fall asleep with his cheek rubbing against your breasts, listening to your heartbeat and letting himself be rocked, while your fingers gently run through his dark red curls.

[discordantwritings]

Our Precious Assistant Pt. 4 (Cross Guild x Reader)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 4.5

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, gn afab! Reader, a man being a creep (don’t worry he gets what’s coming), canon typical violence, dom! Mihawk, dom! Crocodile, sub! Buggy, sub! Reader, oral, facefucking, PiV sex, choking, creampie

WC: 6k

Summary: You get the privilege of joining your bosses/ partners at a gala event- purely on a precessional level (unfortunately). But when someone thinks that they can be rude to you- touch you even- it’s time to remind everyone of how terrifying each member of the Cross Guild is.

Notes: oh man this is the longest part yet (which is only a small part of why it took so long I can’t really lie). I hope the wait is worth it and that you too love these pirates being violent

You had seen the invite to the gala before Crocodile showed it to you in his office. All three leaders of the Cross Guild had received an invitation to this gala- a premier event for the criminals of the sea. You thought nothing of it as you slipped them into everyone’s stacks of papers. They got invites to events all of the time but almost never accepted, Buggy being the only one who would show face consistently. So when Crocodile calls you in and slides the invitation across his desk to you, you’re confused.

“It arrived this morning, I assume you are going to turn it down but I didn’t want to send it back before you all agreed that you weren’t going.” You turn the invitation towards you, admiring the minimalist graphic style.

“You know me so well.” Crocodile smiles as he leans back in his chair. “And normally I wouldn’t go but I got a call from an old colleague who says he might have some information for the guild. He’s going to be there so it makes sense if we go.”

You nod and pick up the invitation, slipping it into your clipboard. “So just you or will Buggy and Mihawk also go?”

“All of us are going. And if you are interested, you should come along with us.”

“As… your date or as your assistant?” You’re caught off guard. While the four of you have no problem here at the office, you’ve put in work to make sure no one outside of the Cross Guild knew any of you were involved. It didn’t upset you at all- you knew how much danger you were in simply from being their assistant, being their significant other would be a huge point of vulnerability for them. Not to mention what people would think if they found out the leaders of the Cross Guild were romantically and sexually involved…

“As our assistant. But we do want you to be included.” Crocodile confirms your thoughts and you can’t help but smile when he says he wants to include you.

“Well I can’t really say no to something a part of the job can I?” You tease.

“No, I guess you can’t. Oh and tell Buggy to take you shopping, he knows what will match with our formal outfits.” Crocodile is already back to work and you leave his office with a bounce in your step. You go right to Buggy’s office, knocking once before entering.

“Who is it-“ His voice is annoyed before he sees it’s you and when he does his entire demeanor shifts. “My favorite assistant!”

“Your only assistant.” You walk over to where he’s sitting- that ridiculous green sofa- and place a kiss on his cheek.

“Please don’t tell me it’s more things I have to sign.” He eyes your clipboard and you shake your head.

“Actually it’s something fun. I’m joining you guys at that gala in a week and Crocodile says you need to help me pick out an outfit.” Buggy lights up at the prospect, flinging whatever he was working on across the room.

“Buggy- not right now you have work to do.” You remind him and he deflates. You pat him on the back. “But sometime this week ok we will make a date.”

“Fineeeeeeee.” Buggy detaches a hand to grab the paperwork he flung across the room. “But Mihawk and Crocodile can’t come they make shopping no fun.”

You think shopping with them could be fun for you, but with how they treat Buggy? It’s probably just another form of torture for him. Sure, torture that he signs up for and likes, but torture. You know Buggy’s schedule so you pencil yourself in for an evening later in the week and leave him to work.

Even though you are going as their assistant there is still a thrill knowing you’ll get to be with them at an event like this. Just being a part of their lives and worthy of being in the public face filled you with a sense of pride. You go through the rest of the week with a spring in your step as you daydream about what the gala will be like.

Shopping with Buggy was a crazy evening. He has a deceptively keen eye for fashion and after trying on countless outfits at dozens of stores the two of you finally agree on an outfit. It’s sleek and black- made out of a shiny silky fabric that is smooth against your skin. The silhouette is simple but well cut and tailored to the planes of your body. Your accessories are all gold, the accent color that Buggy said the rest of them would be wearing. The whole thing together makes you feel rich and regal. And since Buggy was footing the bill you don’t have to worry about how crazy expensive everything probably is.

Before you knew it you were putting on that outfit for the event, pacing your living room as you wait for your boyfriends to come pick you up. You have to tap down some of your feelings though, you know how important it is to not outwardly show your relationship with your bosses. But that all goes out the window the second you hear a knock on your door. Bolting to the door and trying not to trip in your dress shoes you throw open the door and see your boys all dressed up.

It’s not a big leap for Crocodile and Mihawk but it’s still a change. Crocodile has traded his normal vest and cravat in for a simple black three piece suit with a black button up shirt. A dark green tie sits around his neck while all his accessories are still his trademark gold. Mihawk has ditched his typical coat, trading it in for a long tailed suit jacket around his mostly unbuttoned white shirt. You can see in the lining of the tails a rich gold fabric that matches his eyes.

And then there is Buggy. You half expected him to be in a regular clown outfit but he had actually gotten put together himself. He was wearing pinstripe suit with a shiny gold vest underneath and his white gloves had been traded in for black ones and his hair was up in a ponytail. In his hands he held a comically large bouquet. All four of you spend a few seconds just staring at each other and you blush under the gaze of all three men.

“I mean I know I saw you in this before but- damn.” The second those words leave Buggy’s mouth Mihawk slaps him upside the head.

“He means you look ravishing.” Mihawk says, his golden eyes piercing through you.

“Well, you three don’t look so bad yourself.” It’s hard not to stare at them in their well tailored suits and you can feel your gaze dragging over their forms as well.

You see Crocodile check his watch and sigh. For a second you wonder if you’re behind schedule but Crocodile explains his thoughts. “We should have budgeted some time to ruin you.”

Your face heats up at the casual way he says and you grab the bouquet from Buggy to hide behind. “Next time.”

“Next time.” Crocodile is happy with your answer and you quickly run back into your place to put the bouquet in water before joining them outside the door. Buggy links his arm through yours and you feel Crocodile’s hand at your shoulder as you follow Mihawk out.

The travel was short and filled with planning- who they were actually going to talk to, when they would do their actual meeting, and then what time they were leaving. While they talked you leaned on Mihawk’s shoulder while Crocodile had his hand on your knee. You soaked up the bits of intimacy knowing you’d have to keep to yourself for most of the night. Well. Buggy could probably get away with some occasional touches and no one would bat an eye, but that’s besides the point.

You peel yourself away from Mihawk and Crocodile as you arrive at your destination. A large white mansion stands before you, warm lights illuminating the stone. Chatter fills the air as some other attendants hang outside, most casting curious glances towards your arrival. It gave you some relief that most were looking at your bosses and not you as you followed closely behind the three. That’s the good part, you suppose, about being around three of the most powerful men on all of the seas. You don’t have to worry about anyone bothering to judge you.

You follow only a pace behind the three of them as they walked into the mansion and once again, you were in awe. Enormous crystal chandeliers hung in high vaulted ceilings, warm lights scattered across the wide ballroom space. Almost everyone you see is someone important and if you hadn’t been dealing with your bosses for as long as you have you would have been much more nervous just entering the space. You still find your heart skipping beats as you do your best not to attract unwanted attention.

Almost immediately you spot the man Crocodile came here to see, a spindly middle aged man scurries over in a suit so ill fitting you can see Mihawk cringe. The kind of man you don’t want to look at in a room full of powerful and attractive people- which you suppose is the goal if you’re an information broker.

“Sylas.” Crocodile greets the man with a simple nod.

“Sir Crocodile it is so good to see you after such a long time you know-“ You tune the man out as he rambles on, you realized early on in your job that people take any opportunity to endear themselves to your bosses with probably made up stories or long forgotten memories of the one time they met. Luckily your bosses never really put up with small talk for too long.

“Do you have a room where we can talk business?” Crocodile cuts Sylas off mid sentence and you see the other man quickly adjust.

“Yes- yes of course uh- right this way.” Sylas begins walking off towards the far edge of the ballroom and Crocodile trails behind him. Buggy grabs a flute of champagne from a nearby tray, downing it in one gulp before running after the two.

“Have a good time, we will meet up again once this business is over.” Mihawk says with a flash of a smile before striding away, leaving you alone.

You stand there for a second, trying to figure out your next move. You hadn’t expected them to take off so soon so you adjusted your night in your head and decided to follow Mihawk’s guidance. You were going to have a good time. Which, of course, starts at raiding the snack table.

You fill up a plate with as many hors d’oeuvres as you possibly can. Small savory pastries, cured meats and cheeses, and fruits and vegetables prepared in ways you’ve never seen before are all stacked carefully on your plate as you make your way over to an unoccupied table along the edge of the ballroom floor.

Snacking away happily, you watched pairs of elegantly dressed people dance across the floor to a live string quartet. This was the kind of scene you imagined in your childhood, you were almost surprised scenes like this actually happened. A part of you longs to be able to be out on that dance floor with your partners- Buggy and Mihawk would be great dancers you bet- but you push that feeling down with another small block of cheese.

“Is this seat taken?” A voice from your side startles you, and you look up to see a well-dressed man smiling down at you. His blond hair is short and slicked back, not in a way you find particularly attractive but not so offensive it’s ugly. Overall he looked very painfully average.

“Oh- no, feel free to sit.” You weren’t going to be rude to anyone here- you don’t know who this person could be connected to and even if you don’t hold a powerful position you were still a representative of the Cross Guild tonight.

He takes a seat directly next to you and props and elbow on the table. “I’m just surprised to see someone so gorgeous sitting alone at a table looking so dejected.”

“Oh- I mean-“ You’re a bit embarrassed that it showed so clearly that you were missing the presence of your boyfriends but mostly you’re knocked off guard by the flirting. It had been a bit since anyone but your partners flirted with you. “Thank you.”

“I’m sure I could cheer you up with a dance?” He leaned in a bit closer and you felt yourself leaning away.

“Thanks, really, but I’m fine right now.” You hope he drops it- but of course he doesn’t.

“Why not? You waiting for someone? Cause where I’m sitting you were left all alone. Not very smart.” His words send a slight panic through you.

“I’m just not in the mood.” Your tone drops, no longer being nice and trying to let him down easy.

“Oh come on don’t be like that.” His smile is nauseating.

No longer in the mood to even be around him you stand up to leave without a word. You only make it a few paces before you feel a strong grip on your wrist yank you back.

“I said- don’t be like that.” You turn around and see him glaring at you- this is a man who has clearly not been told no many times in his life. His grip is strong though, and you feel his fingers dig in deeper as you try to yank your arm away. You’re only vaugley aware of the small scene being created as you stop trying to pull away, realizing you won’t beat him in a strength contest.

“Let me go.” Your voice is low and even- a threat.

“And what are you going to do about it?” His smug grin has you seeing red.

One of the many benefits to being in a relationship with three incredibly powerful men is that all of them had taught you how to defend yourself. After all that practice it was surprisingly easy to use his grip on you to yank him closer, throwing him off balance. Finally at this distance you want him you kick your sharp dress shoe up- right into his crotch. He doubles over in wordless pain and as his grip leaves your wrist you throw out a quick jab, your fingers hitting him directly in the throat. Only able to keep himself upright for a second he collapses to the ground at your feet.

“Hey- woah what’s the scene-“ You’re vaugley aware of Buggy’s voice and you look up to see him pushing his way through the crowd that had gathered around you. As he finally reaches the inner circle he locks eyes with you. His gaze flickers down to the man on the floor for a second before coming back up to you. He realizes what happened.

“And that’s what happens when you step up to any member of the Cross Guild. Even our assistants are fearsome fighters!” Buggy is by your side in a flash, hand around your shoulder, showboating you around. As he does so though, he leans in close and whispers. “Wanna go home?”

You nod and by that time Mihawk and Crocodile have split the crowd themselves and are looking at the scene. Something is wordlessly exchanged between the three of them and Buggy pushes you to Mihawk, who places his hand lightly on your shoulder. You let yourself be guided away from the crowd, not looking back to see how Crocodile and Buggy are going to handle the situation.

The trip home is fuzzy, you know the second you were away from prying eyes Mihawk had pulled you into his side but your mind was unfocused. You really don’t snap back into your body until you’re back in your shared bedroom and sitting on the bed with Mihawk. His slender fingers delicately pick up your wrist and he holds it up to look at it. You see the bruises starting to form and Mihawk frowns.

“We shouldn’t have left you alone.” His fingers slip from your wrist to your hand, intertwining with your own.

“Well- I mean clearly those fighting lessons paid off.” You joke, but your heart isn’t really in it.

“I should have never put you in the position where you had to use them.” His other hand rests on your knee and you can’t help but lean into him, your head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry I caused a scene.” You mumble, still embarrassed at how many people saw what happened.

“Hey- look at me.” Mihawk shifts to face you and you look up at him. “None of that was your fault. It’s that lowlife’s fault for thinking he could lay a hand on you.”

“I know I just- I feel bad that Buggy and Crocodile have to go and smooth everything over…”

Mihawk looks confused and you tilt your head in equal levels of confusion. “Love, they aren’t smoothing things over.”

“What do you mean?”

“They are making an example of that man. No one gets to touch you like that and get away with it.” You’ve been around all of them long enough to know exactly what ‘making an example’ really means. They were turning that guy into a bloody pulp.

“Oh.” Is all you can manage, working through the image of Buggy and Crocodile torturing that piece of shit. It should disturb you on some level, you know exactly how much violence these men hold inside them, but for some reason it doesn’t disturb you at all. A sick joy fills your chest as you imagine the scene- Crocodile’s hook through the man while Buggy’s various daggers carve into him.

Maybe you’ve been around them too long, but honestly you don’t care. You’re not sure you’ve ever felt so loved before.

“No one gets to hurt you.” Mihawk pulls your hand up and places a delicate kiss on your wrist over the forming bruises. “Not without consequences.”

He continues to kiss around the darkening marks, taking his time to reach every area of effected skin. The contact and the thoughts of violence still at the edge of your thoughts make your head feel light and fuzzy- in a good way this time, unlike the dissociation you were plagued with earlier. Mihawk presses a kiss to your pulse point and smirks into your skin.

“Your heart is racing.” He states it as a fact and holds your arm out a bit straighter so he can kiss his way up your forearm to the inside of your elbow. He slowly works his way upwards until he’s stopped by the fabric of your clothes. Pausing for only a second he gently pulls you closer, nuzzling in under your jaw and lightly nipping the skin there.

“Mihawk.” You say with shaky breath, your hand gripping his shoulder.

“Yes my love?” He pauses only for a second before continuing to cover your neck in kisses.

“More- please-“ Your fingers dig into the expensive fabric of his jacket, slipping as he sits up.

“Whatever you want.” He places a kiss on your cheek before turning his attention to delicately disrobing you. Deft hands carefully took off your expensive clothing, moving painfully slow as his hands wandered over every new exposed expanse of skin.

He’s careful with your clothing- a contrast to Crocodile and Buggy who you’re confident would have just ripped it off your body with little thought. Not that you would have minded but there’s something about the way he treats the fabric (and you) so delicately that has heat pooling in your stomach.

It’s not long before you’re naked and laid out on the bed, breath heavy from just the act of him undressing you. Mihawk hasn’t done the same for himself, only having taken off his jacket and shoes. You feel the lavish silk of his white dress shirt drag up your body as he crawls over you. When his face is finally level with yours he pauses and you get a few moments to stare up at him, appreciating the sharp lines of his face and bright gold of his eyes. But the few moments are quickly over as he presses his lips to yours.

Mihawk has always been the slowest out of your three partners. Buggy is always needy and Crocodile has never quite learned how to be truly patient. Mihawk on the other hand? It must be something in his swordsman training that led him to understand pacing and the virtue of being slow. It’s minutes of deliberate kisses before Mihawk’s tongue presses to your lips, pushing in and tangling in your own. Every movement is purposeful as you let him take over your senses with just a kiss.

You’ve lost track of time when he finally decides to move lower, kissing a path down your neck, on the ridge of your sternum, over your stomach, and finally down to your pelvis. He still takes his damn time there, sucking bruises into your inner thighs as your hands grip into his pitch black hair.

“Thought-“ You whine as he nips lightly at your delicate skin. “Thought I was going to get whatever I wanted.”

You see gold eyes look up at you, a mischievous spark playing in them. “Well you have to ask first.”

“Mihawk please-“ Your fingers grip tighter in his hair but he’s unfazed.

“You know I’ll do whatever you ask.” His chin rests on the top of your thigh now, fully waiting for direction.

“Just- eat me out- please.” You voice is breathy and whiny.

“Whatever you ask.” And in a blink his mouth is on your folds, right where you need him.

He’s precise and deliberate in every single one of his movements. His tongue swirls around your clit while his long fingers hold your folds open. He alternates between swirling and sucking, working at a languid pace that keeps you near your peak of pleasure without ever tipping you over. It’s not frustrating though, you find yourself getting lost in the high and forgetting all about the unpleasantness of the night. Your world goes fuzzy as Mihawk takes you apart, so much so that it takes Mihawk stopping his movements to realize the bedroom door has opened.

“Now this is a good welcome home.” Crocodile’s deep voice sounds from the doorway and your brain finally catches up as you turn your head to see him and Buggy.

Crocodile had lost a few layers since you last saw him; his jacket, vest, and cravat missing leaving him in only his dark pants and white shirt. His hook was slick with blood, dripping down onto the dresser where he sets it down after he takes it off his arm. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and you can see splatters of dark blood on the white fabric. A single piece of his black hair hangs in his face as he flashes you a wide predatory grin.

Buggy is much more disheveled. His jacket is gone and his shirt is close to soaking in blood. His face paint is smeared and his shirt has been untucked from his pants and as he waves at you you see only one glove is still on his hands.

“You like that don’t you?” Mihawk has crawled up your body again, voice in your ear.

“Hm?” You don’t look away from Crocodile and Buggy as they kick off their shoes and accessories.

“Seeing them all bloody.” Mihawk’s fingers play at your folds. “You got even more soaked when you saw them.”

As much as you didn’t want to admit it- yes. There was something so primal about seeing those two fresh from violence- violence they enacted for you. You didn’t think your boyfriends could get any hotter but seeing them covered in blood has your cunt throbbing for them.

“Buggy here actually did a good job for once.” Crocodile’s hand grips Buggy’s waist and pulls him in. “Even I gotta admit he’s damn good with those daggers. Even if he’s messy.”

“I mean- I had to make it a good show.” Buggy laughs nervously but it’s quickly swallowed by Crocodile shoving his tongue down Buggy’s throat. Now you put together that most of Buggy’s disheveled look was because Crocodile couldn’t keep his hands to himself on the way home. Seems like you weren’t the only one getting off on the violence.

You were enraptured watching Crocodile kiss Buggy, his hand at the back of Buggy’s neck holding him in place. You feel Mihawk’s grin against your neck.

“How about you show them how thankful you are?” He whispers into the shell of your ear and you have never heard a better idea.

You push yourself off the bed and walk over to the pair and eagerly sink to your knees in front of them. Crocodile pulls away from Buggy to grin down at you, his hand coming to pet your head.

“What’s this?” Crocodile’s hand travels from the top of your head down to your chin, fingers titling your head up to look into his eyes.

“I want to say thank you.” You smiled up at him, Buggy already fiddling with his belt in your peripheral vision.

Crocodile’s thumb left your chin to press at your bottom lip and you open up, allowing him to push his thumb into your mouth. You open your mouth wider as you swirl your tongue around the digit, letting him get a good view of you work. He chuckles as he watches you, pupils blown out in desire.

“Always so good for us, aren’t you?” Crocodile slides his thumb out of your mouth, leaving a trail of saliva down your bottom lip to your chin. “Go ahead, say thank you.”

Your hands immediately fly to his belt and as you work it open you cast a glance to your left to see Buggy still standing close. His pants are down and he’s holding his cock at its base while Mihawk whispers something in his ear. You can make out what he’s saying but it’s clearly effecting Buggy as you watch the way his dick twitches in his hand.

Finally through the belt and fly you pull Crocodile’s pants down, his cock springing up after being released from its confines. Waisting no time you lick from his base all the way up to the tip before taking just his tip into your mouth. You’re messy, letting saliva drip down and coat his length to ease the way for your hand to slowly pump up and down what wasn’t in your mouth. Out of the corner of your eye you see movement and you look up to see Buggy trying to move away but being held in place by Mihawk.

“For once Buggy you’ve actually earned some attention, isn’t that right?” Mihawk smiles down at you and you pull off Crocodile, nodding.

You lick your palm and gently move Buggy’s hand off himself, replacing it with your grip. Glancing up at Crocodile, you check with him that it’s alright to divide your attention and he gives you a small nod.

“Come a little bit closer Bug.” He listens (or Mihawk pushes him) and stands hip to hip with Crocodile, angled in to give you better access.

You press sloppy kisses at the base of his cock, making sure to keep steadily pumping Crocodile while you do so. Your thumb collects the precum gathering at Buggy’s tip and you pull away to dramatically lick it off your thumb. Buggy is transfixed but nervous, his hands clenching and unclenching by his side.

“Buggy?” You look up at him, eyes wide to play with your faux innocent tone.

“Y-Yeah sweetheart?” His voice is breathy.

“Aren’t you going to accept my thanks? You did such a good job…” You nuzzle your face along the side of his cock, letting his tip slide up your cheek.

“Fuck.” He breaks your gaze to look at Crocodile, still fearful of breaking the regular order of how things work.

“Don’t be ungrateful.” Crocodile warns and that’s all that Buggy needs to take his still gloved hand and fist it in your hair. You hear Mihawk chuckle and see him move away, sitting on the bed to watch the show.

Finally satisfied Buggy will actually enjoy the experience you take him into your mouth, tongue flattening as you swallow most of his length in one go. The grip on your hair tightens and Buggy swears above you as you suck up and down his length.

“Alright, back to me now.” A second hand grips the back of your head, pulling you off of Buggy and shoves your face back in front of Crocodile’s cock.

You let Crocodile guide your mouth onto his length and push you down till your nose is pressed up against his skin. He holds you there until you gag and then pulls you off again, spit connecting your mouth to his dick as you gasp for breath. Just as you catch it it’s Buggy’s hand that redirects you back to him, following Crocodile’s actions and pushing you eagerly down his length.

They trade off like this for a while and you relish in letting yourself be used like this, thoughts leaving your head as the two of them fuck your face. Buggy is the first to crack, hips stuttering and a high pitched whine leaving him as Crocodile pulls you off his length.

“Shit-“ You see his ungloved hand clamp around his base and his eyes screw shut, clearly trying to stave off his orgasm.

“What do you think Crocodile?” Mihawk’s slightly amused voice sounds behind you.

“I think he gets a treat.” Crocodile’s hand leaves you to grip the back of Buggy’s neck, pulling him closer to Crocodile so he can nip at his collarbone. “For once you deserve to cum first.”

“Y-Yeah?” Buggy’s eyes shoot open, flicking between you and Crocodile.

“Where do you want to cum Buggy?” You shift so you’re fully facing him, smiling wide.

“Fuck I- shit-“ Buggy’s mind races as Crocodile licks up the column of his neck to his jaw. “Face- Please-“

“Good choice. Go on, make a mess of that pretty little face.” Crocodile says in Buggy’s ear, grinning down at you.

You let your mouth hang open as Buggy furiously pumps his length and as his breath hitches you let your eyes fall closed and feel stripes of cum hit your face and tongue. You crack your eyes open when you feel the tip of Buggy’s cock smear his cum over your lips and you fight the urge to close your mouth and swallow what’s on your tongue.

“Now that’s a sight.” Crocodile’s hand comes down to your chin and tilts and turns it to get every angle. “You can swallow now.”

With permission you finally close your mouth and get rid of some of the salty taste. Crocodile’s pointer finger comes up and drags up your cheek where some of Buggy’s release landed and collects it. You expect him to bring it to your mouth but instead it comes up to Buggy’s.

“But you can help clean up, can’t you?” Crocodile grins almost maliciously but Buggy has no problems opening up and cleaning off Crocodile’s finger with his tongue.

Transfixed by the scene you don’t notice Mihawk until his hand is on your shoulder and you look up to see him with a washcloth in his hand. “Someone has to actually clean up.”

The warm, damp washcloth feels good on your face and you are very appreciative of Mihawk not letting you feel too dirty for too long. When he’s done he pulls you up to your feet, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he leans in to whisper in your ear.

“Now Crocodile’s reward, what do you say?” You nod and eagerly get on the bed. On your hands and knees you arch your back, pressing your chest to the sheets as you held your ass in the air.

Crocodile passes Buggy over to Mihawk before stalking over to you. You always felt like prey under his gaze and it thrilled you to no end. His hand smooths over your back and then harshly grabs a handful of your ass.

“You always know just what I need, don’t you. What a good little assistant.” You crane your neck to see him as he spreads your ass cheeks, groaning when he sees how soaked you are.

“I know Hawkeyes did a number on you but I’d bet good money most of this is you getting off on being a fucktoy huh?” He’s kneeling on the bed behind you now, fingers playing on the outside of your folds.

“Just-“ You whine as Crocodile presses close to you, his chest over your back and his dick pressed against your entrance. “Just wanted to be good for you-“

“Oh doll you’re always so good for us.” He kisses up your spine as his tip presses into you. “And now everyone knows not to fucking touch you.”

He slams into you all at once, shoving you down into the bed as you loudly moan. Gripping the sheets tight under you, you do your best just to keep yourself upright as Crocodile fucks you at a relentless pace. His hand holds your hip and gives his thrusts extra power as he takes over all movement, letting you turn over all power to him.

“Do you like that we hurt that man for you?

That we humiliated him before killing him in front of all those people?” His voice is barely more than a growl as he loses himself in the feeling of your tight walls.

“Fuck- yes- I do-“ You admit, voice muffled by the sheets your face is being shoved into with every harsh thrust.

“That’s fucking right- you’re just as twisted as us aren’t you?”

You can only whine in response as his pace picks up, the lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filling the space between his words. Crocodile spits out praises as he hammers into you and you know neither of you are going to last much longer.

“Oh you’re close- you get so fucking tight-“ Crocodile’s hand leaves your hip and wraps around your throat, pulling you up so your back is flush against his chest. The new angle has your toes curling. “Need you to cum all over my cock- that’ll be my reward huh?”

You can’t nod with his grip on your throat but the moan you release at his words is probably answer enough. The angle, the way his hand is restricting your airway just enough, his filthy words right in your ear- it’s all too much. Your arms come up and around to wrap tightly around Crocodile’s neck as your orgasm takes you.

Crocodile doesn’t let up though, biting down into your shoulder as his pace stutters before one final deep thrust as he spills inside you. He holds you there for a few moments, pressing a kiss to the spot on your shoulder where he left a bite mark. Gently he lets you down while finally pulling out, the mixture of his and your cum finally dripping out of you.

Exhausted, you’re not sure who cleans you up but soon you find Buggy laying in bed with you and you curl up into his side as you wait for the other to join you in bed. It doesn’t take them long- or you fell asleep for a bit- but soon the bed is full and you’re surrounded by body heat.

Maybe it should disturb you how much you relished in seeing Buggy and Crocodile covered in blood, the sick joy you felt when you heard what happened. But when your nights end like this- warm, safe, protected- you realize you don’t care. This was your life now, why not love every aspect of it?

[ur-dad-satan]

Hello! Can I plz request where the Obey Me brothers react to their s/o getting turned on by their fangs? The s/o is like: plz bite me~ And if the brothers ever get angry and snarl or show off their fangs the s/o just gets turned on. It's ok of no tho! 🥰

Anon, bestie, I got you <3

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MC was what most would consider a trouble maker. They loved getting on people's nerves. Despite now being constantly surrounded by beings that could kill them in many different ways in the snap of a finger, this habit persisted. But now, they had a reward. Their partner's fangs. It was just something about those sharp little teeth that seemingly flipped a switch in the horny human whenever they saw them. MC had a daily goal of annoying the brothers just to see their fangs; the brothers didn't know that was the reason for MC's behavior at times though. But when they found out?? It went a little like this.

!!Suggestive but not explicit!!

Luci

Making Lucifer mad was one of the easiest things MC could do

They knew just how annoyed he got when his work was disrupted

All MC wanted was a little attention (allegedly)

Somehow, the human ended up in Lucifer's office bothering him while he tried to work

They squeezed themselves between the eldest and his desk.

He sighed and tried to tell them to move but they would refuse

He'd get annoyed quickly and flash his fangs but he would notice how MC's eyes lit up

Being as smart as he was, he finally caught on

"You like my fangs, don't you, MC?"

"Obviously."

His lips and sharp fangs would graze across MC's neck causing their breath to catch

"You should have said so earlier, Darling."

"Please bite me."

"Maybe just a little..."

Ooh MC will be marked for a week straight and everyone will see it

Mam

The silly little simp would be flashing his fangs all the time

And MC would take advantage of it all the time.

Throw him a complement or two and he's flashing a goofy little crooked grin; showing off his fangs

Tell a joke? He'll laugh his ass off and his fangs will be on full display

The poor man would be clueless until...

The second born would be watching a movie with MC and they wouldn't stop looking at him

Eventually he'd notice and want to know why his precious little human can't take their eyes off him

"Not that I'm complainin', but you've been starin' at me for the last ten minutes. What gives?"

"You're just so damn cute. From your pretty hair to your pretty blue eyes, and especially your fangs."

Oh the butterflies he would feel. But he wouldn't let them see it (they know)

"W-well if ya like 'em so much, how about I just bite ya!" It was supposed to be a joke, but...

"Please do."

And he will. Only for his human. After he stops malfunctioning

Levi

Leviathan always celebrated a win audibly whenever he gamed.

He always had something to say followed by a giant toothy grin showing off his fangs.

He never noticed how MC would sometimes throw a match to see his teeth when he celebrated.

He never noticed how their tone changed after seeing him celebrate.

And he certainly never noticed how MC liked to look at his fangs, not his smile when he went on and on about one of his interests.

But MC would throw a match and he'd notice this time.

And the next. And two more times before he decided to speak up

"MC, why do you keep looking at my mouth? Do you... like... like my smile... or something?"

Not quite, love

"Yes, but I'm looking at your fangs. They look so hot."

He'd blush and blabber but that just made them more visible

MC knew that this next part would almost kill him, but it seemed to slip out of their mouth anyway...

"Please, bite me Levia-chan."

He'd be broken for a bit, (poor boy) but he would build up the courage and bite them ever so gently

Sat

Satan's poor temper was one MC never pushed too much on

They could calm him, but usually for a price...

That didn't mean that they didn't love the way he scowled and grimaced in annoyance at just about anything

Lucifer said something? How dare he

Solomon was mentioned? Why would you do that?

MC loved to do teeny tiny things to make Satan mildly annoyed just to see his scrunched-up scowl and those sharp fangs

They bothered him just a little bit while he was reading a book

They mentioned something "funny" Lucifer said

Now his fangs were on full display

"MC, why must you annoy me like this?"

The answer was obvious, and they didn't even need to reply as he realized what they were looking at

"This is about my fangs, isn't it?"

MC would nod and get close so close they were almost touching

"Bite me, Tan?"

If he didn't, they would mumble something about how Lucifer would if they asked him too

Then, he had to make sure he didn't draw (too much) blood

Asmo

Asmodeus wasn't really one to lose his temper so easily, so MC really had to play dirty to annoy him

Yeah, his fangs would sometimes show if he was smiling wide enough

But that wasn't enough for MC

They did a lot of little petty stuff like get in Asmo's way or hint that his outfit isn't his color

There was only one time MC pushed the demon just a little too far...

MC had put on their absolute favorite outfit and all their favorite accessories like they were about to go out

Asmo had asked where they were going looking so good

But the demon was ignored... MC talked to everyone else, but pretended he didn't exist

Asmo had enough and finally pinned them to some wall where no one else was

"Why the hell are you ignoring me, MC? Did I do something?"

They smirked. They were quiet until Asmo was scowling and about to say something else

"I love when you're mad at me. I can see your fangs."

"That's what this is about?! You could have just asked!" He was pretty upset

"You should bite me."

Asmo would take them to his room and MC would need an icepack and maybe even a wheelchair

Beel

Beelzebub doesn't smile very often but when he did, his fangs would show just a bit.

They would also show whenever he opened his mouth to eat

That's why MC liked to watch him eat

However, his fangs showed the most when he was lifting

MC would always watch beel work out or work out with him just to see him grit his teeth and flash his fangs

They loved the sight of the big string demon all sweaty and straining

Sometimes they would push him a little too much to see him grimace with effort

But he started to notice how much they stared in his face when they worked out together.

"Do I have food or something in my teeth? You keep staring at them."

"No, no... I just want you to bite me." It came out more dreamily then they intended but they didn't care

"Bite you?" He continues on the squat rack, gritting his teeth and showing his fangs

"Yes please." Oh would MC get an after workout snack

The dumbass is definitely going to need a wheelchair now

Belphie

Belphegor was the one who's fangs were most difficult to see

He was always so tired that it was rare MC got to see his fangs

He liked to cuddle into MC's neck when they napped together so they couldn't see

It was a struggle for MC to turn around in Belphie's arms as he slept like a log

But sometimes they could wiggle free enough to turn and place their hands on Belphie's sleeping face

They just wanted to see his fangs. Nothing else

They tried to move his lips but he somehow woke up

"Stop. Sleep." His voice still low and gruff and he would cuddle back into the human

MC loved it almost as much as his fangs. Might as well ask

"But I want to see your fangs." MC almost whined

Now he's more awake

"Why?" He's not moving from his spot without good reason

"They're hot." The youngest brother would think about it before showing off his fangs

"Please bite me."

He would leave lazy bite marks and hickeys all over anywhere he can reach without moving too much

Sorry this took so long anon, but it's done!! I hope you like it!! <3

[midnightcaptions]

Soul and Maka tho 👀

I love them a normal amount. I wonder why I ship them. Gee, it couldn't be any number of these little things.

bickers like an old married couple, compares a partner exchange/breakup to infidelity. "Cool men don't cheat." literally the narrator: "Maka, and her partner and weapon, Soul Eater-"

dies for her. dies for her. dies for him.

bonus: breaks her fall

(this post keeps going, i'm putting the rest under a readmore)

Staying at the bedside while in recovery. The babies.

Couple's Therapy lmao

Domestic as all be.

Didn't have to have a special little dance to form a gameplan! Didn't have to dress up for it to enter the black room!

Trusted him to be her lifeline to pull her out of the depths of madness. So he pulled her out of the depths of madness.

"It's always there for me. This is my Soul Eater's soul!"

"The sound of his soul. All his emotions, they're flowing from him straight into me. What I'm sensing is…faith, and confidence. This is our foundation. This is our courage!" ok baby stop being so sappy ugh ♥I'm well aware synchronizing is essential to a solid resonance, but they went HARD on this. Soul went hard on this, to stand a chance in this fight. He did this for her.

THIS???? Saving him from certain death and/or madness?? She ventured literally DEEP inside his soul to bring him back from the brink.

If Soul's courage is for Maka, of course she'd have the key! PRECIOUS. Key to his heart chest! Yaaasss

Goes even deeper into his soul, to retrieve that petrified little piece of him he's locked away in the lockbox.

Because none of this is meaningful or intimate as heck, nooooope.