#oh no i fell into the trap of putting most of my thoughts in the tags instead of the main post again

[elisedonut]

AAAAAAAA I need a Forbidden Love pairing for mtf!Percy specifically

i have a lot for Cis!Percy because it's honestly one of my favorite tropes but i haven't really thought much for Mtf!Percy ships other then like Penny, Marcus and Oliver.

[prinzrupprecht]

When someone else gives you gifts

Featuring: Tesla, Apollo, Qin, and Thor ( part 1 )

You can also read Part 2 and part 3 for more characters

CW: mostly fluff and jealousy. Yandere tendencies with some of them

Tesla

He came home from a long day of work expecting you to be asleep but he noticed you on the couch reading a book. “Why are you awake? You didn’t have to wait for me.” He was right, it was nearly midnight while you waited for him.

He was very into his research and his passion for science sometimes made you question your insanity as to why you fell for this man if science was more important than you— his partner.

“Oh, I did? I guess I was too into this book. Also, thanks for the flowers hun.” You walked over to him and raised your toes to kiss him on his nose. He looked at you with confusion. Flowers? He didn’t get you flowers.

“Flowers? I didn’t get you any,” he felt bad when he saw the large bouquet on the table. Did someone give these to you? An unknown feeling formed in his chest.

Quickly he walked over to it and grabbed them tossing them in the trash. “Hey! Why did you do that?!” You shouted angrily but he stopped you from taking them out of the trash.

“We’ll plant a whole garden of roses, besides…” he grabbed your waist.

“I prefer if other men didn’t give you such things when I am the only one that has that privilege,” he kept you close while your heart was racing in your chest. A whole garden? You liked the sound of that instead.

Apollo

He noticed it right away. The new necklace that you were wearing. “This is new.” He lifted the chain up with one finger, but he knew it was a stupid question. You most likely found it in the pile of jewelry he has given you over the years.

You were dumbfounded at first and looked down at the necklace. “One of your followers… he— he gave it to me as a gift,” you stuttered. There was a long pause between you two before he clipped the necklace off.

Apollo didn’t like the idea of another giving you luxury things. He was trying to keep calm but he laughed while holding the necklace in between a few of his fingers while holding it up over his head.

“A cheap thing like this? I could give you anything you want," Apollo pulled you closer to him with his arms tugging around your small body. You knew you were trapped with him and he wouldn’t let go. Was he afraid that someone would steal you away from him? Nobody could steal you away from him. More so you used to be jealous of his herd of women and used to ignore him. He took more interest in you than the other way around in the beginning.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I— I won’t accept any more gifts from your followers.” Apollo liked hearing that as a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

With you being his only beloved, he would be the only one to give you things. Was he jealous? He wouldn’t admit if he was. He believed that jealousy was a disgusting trait and nothing beautiful about it.

With you in his arms, he deeply sighed dramatically. “Now my dear, go put on something nice that was from me this time.” his lips were near your ears as his breath tickled down your spine. Without any hesitation, you nodded happily to your beloved before retreating to go back to your shared room.

Qin Shi Huang

You knew Qin as a child because of your affiliation with Chun Yan who introduced you two. You were treated like a daughter to her but she wasn’t your biological mother. You treated Ying as everyone else and not some creepy kid that everyone thought he was. Over time this made him fall for you and ask you to stay with him even after Chun Yan died.

Fast forward to the present as Qin Shi Huang— also known as Ying Zheng became king as he promised to Chun Yan. You still were by his side even when other nobles offered their daughters to him as concubines or an arranged marriage, he dismissed them all. Normally jealousy filled you and you thought there was no chance for a commoner like you could be his empress.

As you wandered the halls of his palace, you ran into one of the young maids who told you she had something for you. It was a very fine patterned robe that only nobles were granted to wear. “I can’t wear this, it’s forbidden for someone like me to—” she cut you off by telling you that it was fine and Qin said so. Qin?! Were you going to believe her? Did she have some ulterior motive? You reluctantly tried it on. It was dark red with flowers on it. The maid wasn’t around which was odd. Your former clothes were gone as well. Huh?!

You found the main hall looking for your room to possibly change, but Qin noticed you even with his blindfold on. Thank god he can’t see you with the noble robe on, right? “There you are, you had me worried for a minute.” He grabbed your arm but that was a mistake. He felt the expensive silk of the robe. The sleeves were long so of course he knew what kind of material you were wearing.

“Oh? It’s not like you to be wearing such a thing.” He chuckled before a smile appeared on his lips. He wasn’t mad?!

“Your maid told me to wear it and said that you were fine with it, but she left and took my clothes…” you frowned but Qin was more upset that someone was trying to get you in trouble. He could never get mad at you. You were too pure and kind. You had accepted him for who he is and stood by his side.

“Now tell me who it was, I’ll make sure she’ll get punished later.” You wanted to object but you can’t because he was your king. You nodded and felt bad that the maid would most likely lose her job. He still held onto you even though you were shaking a bit. He told you to wear more of those robes since they look good on you. Even just hearing him say that brought a bubbly feeling in your heart.

Thor

You were again stuck inside the Asgard palace bored again… The entire city was nearly destroyed by titans and many civilians were rebuilding their homes and businesses. You looked out of the window and spotted Forseti talking to a few of the officials. You loathed the man, he didn’t do anything during the invasion and only worried about Thor.

A knock was heard from your room, you had expected that Thor had returned but then you remembered he doesn’t knock. You grumbled a lowly come in and of course, Loki was at the door looking smug than ever. “The hell do you want?” You frowned, why would you ever be so hopeful that Thor would free his time up for you? You two weren’t even married either but acted like it. Odin had tried to forbid any relationship between you two, but Thor didn’t obey that order.

“Why so snarky? I just wanted to come to check up on my future sis-in-law,” he mocks that last part since the marriage thing was off the table. You didn’t say anything. Was he here to try to make you angry?

He quickly changed the subject and pulled out a small doll he made. “I made this, it does look like you, right? Here take it,” he put it next to you. It sort of creeped you out but you kept quiet. Were you terrified? Maybe.

“Why are you making voodoo dolls?” You detested the plushie and hoped Thor would come back sooner.

“Who said it was for that kind of sorcery? It’s just a gift! I swear!” Loki was faking his emotions while you quietly mumbled ‘whatever’ and reluctantly accepted it while holding the doll as he took his leave. What a weird guy…

Hours had passed by as you fell asleep on the couch but you had awoken to someone moving you. “You’re back?” You looked up to see Thor holding you with both of his arms. His expression wasn’t calm like usual. He seemed irritated. Did something happen?

“Mhm…” he was quiet but you saw how different his expressions were than usual.

“He came here when I was gone,” he grabbed the doll that was next to you squeezing it so hard that the head of the doll popped off. How his cousin was gifting you such things. Creepy things. Thor wanted to beat sense to him but held back his anger.

“Sorry, I didn’t know what he would do if I rejected it.” You frowned but Thor's left hand touched your cheek as you stared up at him. He genuinely smiled.

“He won’t hurt you… I’ll make sure of it.” The reassurance you wanted the most as you buried your face in his chest. You just wanted his comfort and nothing else.

Note: no eta when part 2 will come but if I do another it’ll probably be Susano’o, Buddha, Loki and Anubis. Edit: I forgot about Poseidon. So probably 5 characters for part 2.

[kurishiri]

Epilogue ┊ Wrapped in a Wicked Romance —Darius Vogel—

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to narrative flow or characterization purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but please don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

— cw: this one’s for all you yandere girlies out there 👀

—— Sewer ——

The sunlight from above penetrated through the waterway’s narrow gap, with nothing but Darius’ silhouette clearly reflected.

Darius: Stay as my lover until the day ends.

At the end of this day I spent with Darius ‘as a lover,’ I was trapped in his arms.

Darius: I was thinking of having you show me around the city before calling it a day, but nope, I’ll have you stay with me ‘as a lover’ until the next day comes around.

D: As punishment for getting my clothes dirtied.

Then, the sun hidden by something, the vicinity suddenly became dark.

In turn, a shadow fell upon Darius’ face before me, and the last thing reflected in my eyes were his which sweetly wavered, approaching me——

(Ah... is he going to kiss me...?)

I thought of avoiding it, and as though being deceived by an evil spell, I closed my eyes on a reflex.

Darius: A fool you are.

Kate: Huh? Ah——

His voice brushing against me in passing, I slowly opened my eyes...

Darius: You believe others waaay too easily. In fact, so much so, no other human I’ve seen could hold a torch to you.

His face, which had been right before my eyes, withdrew then and there, and Darius went back the way he came.

Darius: Why oh why are you in Crown indeed...

That said, I couldn’t pick up the words he murmured very well.

And so that I wouldn’t be left behind, I chased after his back.

—— Bridge (evening) ——

Returning to the heart of the city, the shadow of the evening moon emerged in the reddish-brown sky.

The evening sunlight reflected the surface of the River Thames, causing it to sparkle.

Kate: Such a pretty view...

Darius: And that very water flowing here is the same dirty water from before.

Kate: Sure, but that doesn’t change the fact the scenery here is quite pretty.

Darius: Well, I guess so. If you look from afar, there really isn’t much difference between what’s pretty and what’s dirty.

I leaned against the bridge, and Darius followed after.

And then, I suddenly looked down at that hand.

At some point, he had put on the gloves, still dirtied.

(Just by touching others, he can see a person’s biggest misfortune.)

(Being able to see others’ most unfortunate future... that’s...)

All of a sudden, I couldn’t help but think about how he lived with that all this time.

(Darius’ heart...)

As I looked on at him, Darius’ hands came toward me, pinching my cheeks.

Kate: Uh?

Darius: You looked like you wanted to be touched. ...Ah, and don’t worry, I’m using the clean part of my gloves.

Kate: That’s... uu...

I couldn’t form more words, as a faint warmth grazed my lips.

I couldn’t stop my face from burning up at the sensation of his fingers touching the soft part.

Darius: You’re so red... humans really are foolish, aren’t they.

D: Or wait. I think it’s just you are the one who’s foolish in this case.

D: You’re simple, driven by emotions, make merry at the drop of a hat, and love things that feel good...

I knew that I was being made fun of.

Kate: I’m aware of that myself...

K: But touching me just to find those ‘foolish’ traits of mine wasn’t exactly in the best of taste from you, either, Darius.

Darius: Really? And here I was thinking since we were ‘lovers’ that I’d do something a lover would do and whatnot.

D: That’s all there is to it on my end.

The evening in the foreground, a beautiful smile formed on Darius’ face.

(Not that I know Darius that well,)

(but I think, probably, he is lacking something as a person.)

That said, I couldn’t say for sure whether that was a byproduct of him being Cursed or not.

Kate: If you constantly do things to test others, nobody will stay by your side, you know.

Darius: That’s fine by me.

Kate: And what if said person comes to like you?

Darius: I don’t really mind. It’s not like I ever wanted to be loved before anyhow,

D: seeing as I don’t believe in love and whatnot.

Those words that came out so naturally didn’t hold a drop of warmth.

Kate: I don’t think there exists anyone who doesn’t want to be loved.

K: Humans can’t live out their lives alone.

Darius: If you’re going that far, then you go and prove it. That is, if that thing called ‘love’ and whatever is really in this world.

(‘Prove it’...)

I thought about how to prove it, but nothing came to mind at the moment.

Darius: Oops, cat’s got your tongue? You can take your time to think, as I’ll give you until the time we return back.

Kate: Alright then. But, um, would you mind if I asked one thing?

Darius: Yes?

Kate: If I am able to prove it, what would you do then?

Darius: Were you hoping for some reward for proving it?

Kate: No, it’s not that. It’s just a simple curiosity of mine,

K: what you would do were you to know of ‘love.’

Darius: Were I to know of love... and if I——want to be loved, huh. I sure wonder.

D: I’ve never thought of myself that way before. Hehe, now that’s an interesting thought experiment for sure.

Darius lowered his plume-like eyelashes before once again opening his eyes and said...

Darius: First, I’d have you take responsibility for it.

D: You see, the responsibility of making me think ‘I want to be loved’ is a far cry from a light one.

D: Having you by my side forever is a given, of course, and I’d make it so you wouldn’t dream of being able to live, body and heart, without me. And finally——

We were so close I could feel his breath, and the beautiful smile he wore came closer.

Darius: I would want to make you into a Cursed one.

(Wha——)

That sweet, bewitching voice that snuck its way into my ear, at that moment, went through my body like a poison.

Darius: ——Well, that’s all if such a day ever came.

(I’m sure...)

This poison was lethal.

It was one that encroached upon the depths of my heart, and listening to that sweet voice that seemed to paint over me, such was my premonition.

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[alphaleathergearhead]

Time to serve, skin boy

Marc put on his dark red bomber jacket, the red camo combat pants and his dark red ranger boots. He felt good and horny, ready to go out and look for an adventure on this Friday evening.

After a short stroll through the nearby street he entered his favourite bar on the corner to have some beer for a start. The bar wasn´t crowded yet. Marc went to the counter, ordered his beer and settled down. He grinned at the barman who placed the beer in front of him.  „Nice outfit“, he said to the hunk behind the counter, eying him up and down. The barman was wearing tall boots, leather chaps over an asstight jeans and a tight leather vest on nude skin. „Thanks bro, enjoy your beer“ said the barman and to Marcs disappointment he went away to the other end of the corner, where an older leather bloke was sitting. Most annoying, the two of them chatted animatedly and then the leather guy was kissing the barman.

„Ok“, thought Marc, „tried and failed“. He let his eyes wander through the bar but there was no familiar face to be seen. Marc returned to his beer, sipping on it and thinking what to do next.

„May I?“, said a deep voice suddenly besides Marc. Marc flinched slighty, taken by surprise, and turned to where the voice came from. It was a tall and well-built man, older than Marc, geared up in a black leather tracksuit, black sneakers, leather cap, leather gloves and a woodland camo bomber jacket. Marcs heart skipped….fuck, this was a good looking guy in hot gear.

The man smiled at Marc, took his place besides him and ordered a beer. The barman eyed him up and hurried to fulfill the wish. „I know him well……the barman“ added the man as he saw the irritation in Marcs face. „He fulfills every wish I have. Oh sorry, I´m Dean“.

„Hi Dean, I´m Marc.“

„Great to meet you, Marc. You´re geared up nicely, all to my taste, I would say.“

„Oh thanks, great, I mean…“ Marc stuttered slightly. „I mean, you´re looking great, too.“

„Is this so?“ Dean looked intensely at Marc wo felt himself x-rayed. He then smiled and took a huge sip of his beer. „Cheers Marc.“

„Cheers, Dean“. Marc relaxed after that intense stare and emptied his beer in one.

„Hey, there, another beer for Marc over here“, Dean ordered with a steely commanding voice. To Marcs astonishment the barman reacted at once, leaving his leather daddy alone.

„Now tell me Marc, what brings you here?“

Marc thought that this was a rather stupid question as the bar was wellknown for hooking up hot guys for a night. „I….well….yes….“ Damn, what an embarrasing show he was giving in front of this attractive guy. Marc fell silent and looked dumb on his beer.

There was a long, silent break. Then Dean smiled at him, emptied his beer and stood up. Fuck, if he goes now….thought Marc.

„Well Marc, I was looking for a hot skin for some hot action tonight. I thought, you might be the one. But I may have been mistaken. I leave now. My car is outside. I will wait, lets say, 2 minutes. If you make up your mind, come outside and our adventure will start. If not, then have a nice evening.“

Dean put some money on the counter. „Thats for both of us“, he said, turned around and left.

Marc sat like paralysed on his stool. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he thought. Then he jumped off the stool and left the bar on a run.

The door slammed close behind him. The street in front of him was empty. Fuck, he´s gone, you are such a fool, thought Marc angrily.

Then he felt a move behind him and a leather glove closed his mouth and nose. „Shhhhh, come with me and no resistance“ whispered Dean in his right ear. Marc was so surprised that he went nearly limp.

Dean steered him around the corner in a dark part of the street. He hold him there strongly against a wall and Marc felt suddenly cold steel against his wrists and heard a clicking sound. Before he could shout, he felt something closing his mouth and wrapping around his head. Shit, you fool, you are trapped, he thought and tried to rip off the thing that was closing his mouth only to feel that his hands were cuffed on his back. Then he lost sight as a black mask was put over his head. He felt Deans hands steering him away from the wall. He heared another clicking sound and then he was thrown into a tight space and a heavy lid was shut firmly above him. A car engine started and Marc knew that Dean had kidnapped him and put him into the trunk of a car.

How long the car ride took Marc didn´t know, He felt endless turns and curves and at a certain point the road seemed to get bumpy, too. Then at last the car slowed down and stopped. He heard Dean open the lid of the trunk and felt his hands on his body.

„Up, come out“ commanded Dean in a voice that tolerated no contradiction. He was dragged out of the trunk and fell onto the gound.

„Shit, get up at once“, shouted Dean angrily and strong hands hoisted him upright. Marcs legs felt weak and he stumbled around, bound and blindfold. Again strong hands steered him in a certain direction and he heard ruttling keys and a door unlocked.

„Watch out, there´s a step“. Helpless Marc nearly stumbled over it. „Stand still“, commanded Deans voice. Another door was opened and a damp and mouldy air reached Marcs nostrils.

„Pay attention to the stairs.“ Led by Deans firm hands Marc stumbled down a staircase, was then led along an even part of that building and then stopped. He heard a heavy door creaking open and was led into a room with better air, which was comfortably warm and dry. He then heard another metallic creaking and received a heavy push, which forced him to stumble forward. Again the creaking noice and then the mask was removed.

Marcs heart sank. He found himself trapped in a massive steel cage in the corner of a dungeon like cellar room. In the cage was a bare matress and a blanket. The cellar room had many devices whose purpose Marc did not know.

Dean stood in front of the cage, smiling broadly. „Thanks for accompaning me to my place. I will leave you for a while so you get used to the new situation. Then I will come back and our adventure will begin. Oh, and don´t try to scream or something like this. Nobody will hear you.“

Dean left the cellar room and Marc heard the door closed with heavy locks.

[dominarava]

Angel

Ghostface × Female!Reader

CW: Dub/Non-Con, Blood, Stalking, Breaking & Entering, usual fucked up GF stuff

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: The quiet guy in your discord server decides to chat you up in the general vc, and as expected, has a lot more to unpack than you ever expected.

Notes: I was lazy and just posted the ugly default AO3 link when I first posted this, so I'm coming back and making it look nicer with new and improved tags lol

This piece doesn't specify who is really behind the mask, so whoever you want is up to you~

I had fun with this and left light references to the movies, Dead By Daylight, and Mortal Kombat to honor some of my favorite appearances of him-- hopefully it doesn't ruin the immersion lol

I don't usually leave notes, but it's been a while and I've adored all the comments and kudos I've gotten in my absence, cause at the end of the day, that's what will always bring me back. I love all your support and time reading this and hopefully I have more soon to come for you all!

Thank you again so much for reading, and I hope you enjoy! 🔪💕✨️

AO3 Link

This had become the nightly habit: get off work, make dinner, chill with the lads in a Discord call until bedtime. Mindlessly playing a game, you weren't surprised by the sound of someone joining the call, however you were surprised by who it was. He was a rando that had joined a while back, was nice enough, but didn't have much to say as he relegated himself to really only short replies or emoji reactions. You could have sworn he posted a thirst trap without his face in the #selfies channel, but you weren't 100% sure. When he would join calls he would always stay muted, opting to reply in the text chat or not at all, merely listening to and enjoying just being around the good times happening. All the same, you felt it rude to not say at least a little hello. 

“Hey! How’re you doin’ tonight?” 

“Hey there~” 

The voice on the other side was low, having a bit of a flirtatious twang in the sigh of his greeting. Your heart skipped a beat, you weren't sure if he had ever spoken to you, much less anyone else in the server. And if you were being honest, he sounded kind of hot. Letting the giddy feeling ride, you tried to keep him talking since it was just the two of you. 

“Woah–” You poked cheekily, “I dunno if I've heard you say anything before.” 

“I'm more of a one-on-one kind of guy,” He offered smoothly, “But I enjoy listening to everyone having a good time.” 

“Fair–” 

The air fell dead as you wondered what to talk about next, letting him cut into the silence with a question, “So.. what's your favorite scary movie?” 

Having just finished a server horror movie night not too long ago, the question felt like a natural segway into your interests, “Hmmnn that's actually a good question– I think if we're just talkin’ horror in general my first and favorite would have to be Silence Of The Lambs. The back and forth relationship between Clarice and Dr. Lecter was probably one of the most challenging to my mind at the ripe age of twelve, since then I've loved horror that has a female protagonist that is put under pressure by the killer to make difficult choices and solve the puzzle he left for her.

“But– that's not to say pieces like Substance or Midsommer aren't incredible mentally challenging works of art to me, I love both, along with movies like The Empty Man, Smile, It Follows, The VVitch, The Void, V/H/S–”

He cut your train with a light chuckle, “I definitely want to know which you thought was better, Smile or It Follows, but I meant to ask, what’s your favorite slasher movie?” 

You gave this one a lot more consideration as your heart swelled with a damning excitement at the thought of your favorite killers, “That's such a hard choice! Of course Micheal Myers from <i>Halloween</i> is like everyone's big daddy– but I think if I had to choose it would have to be Stab! Ghostface is just a lot more fun, playful, and let's be honest– horny.” 

“Oh yeah?” He hummed, “Why's that?” 

How his tone seemed to curl at the end of his words made your chest tighten and a heat rise to your cheeks, “I mean, at the heart of it.. the voice actor responsible for his voice changer in the movie said that his tone is flirtatious, beyond that– between the fact that the first Ghostface seemed to get off on the idea of causing his object of obsession, Sidney, the most pain possible by the mocking of her mother being the town bicycle and it's even pointed to at the end of the movie that the two who were behind the Ghostface killings were the same two that brutalized Sidney's mother–” 

“Goddamn–” Nearly groaning his words as he cut you off, he cleared his throat and pressed, “Good girl~ You sure do know your stuff.” Praising you with words that melted like chocolate over your tongue, your mind tilted at his words, ‘Good girl’. 

Good girl?!

“Excu–”

“I fuckin’ love girls like you–” He went on, swearing you could hear the ache of him through the call, “Your type always knows how really appreciate us..” 

‘Us’?

Before you could get a word in, he went on, “Buuut it looks like that's my cue– I hope you're ready for some fun this evening.” Leaving the conversation with the disconnect sound chiming through your ears in silence to process what just happened. 

The sound of him leaving the call let a wash of relief run over you, only lasting for a moment as the floor creaking caught your attention with arms wrapping you in a winding embrace. Having your arms pinned at your sides, your hands flailed looking for any sort of way out. Only, the way your grip seemed to find his length caged behind his pants before skirting over to the long hunting knife strapped to his leg, making your struggle against him stop with a gasp.

“Yeah.. that's all for you Babe, whatever you need– so.. let's behave.. alright..?” The same voice that was lingering in your headset only moments ago was in high definition against your back. 

Firmly pressing his hand over your mouth, you froze as someone else joined the empty call with you, “Hey you there?” 

Your headphones loud enough for him to hear, an uneasy pause passed between you two as his hold over your lips lessened, “Yeah-” He let you breathe through his nitrile gloved fingers.

“Good, kinda glad he's gone, he's chill and all, but it kinda bugs me that he's just in here just dead-ass silent all the time. Fuckin’ weird.” 

Looking over your shoulder a bit to get any sort of a look at him, you were only met with the deep black drooping eyes framed by a gasping bone white mask. Familiarity of the visage made your heart drop into your stomach, forcing you to chew on the harsh fact that that same familiarity you knew to fear, also brought the flutter of butterflies in with it.  

A rough bump of his hips to your back-end snapped you out of your own mind and made you bark out, “Uh– Same– he is kinda weird, I've– talked to him a little bit and he just– seems like a bit of a creep..”

“Oooh shit whaddaya mean?” 

He peered over your shoulder to look at you, curious to see how you would pull this along as his other hand pushed at the elastic of your pajama bottoms, “He uh– waited for everyone to leave– and then started hella chatting me up–” 

“Are you good? It sounds like you're doing something.” 

Eyeing him, the slight nod of his head coaxed you to keep talking while his fingers made their home in exploring your heat, “Yeah I'm fine– I think I pulled a muscle and I–”

“Oh shit– sorry, one sec– groceries are here, I'll be back in a minute!”

At the sound of her disconnection he lifted you up with a near effortless toss onto the bed, wasting no time crawling on top of you to get at what little clothing was left with his blade. Watching the fabric dance away from your frame, he gripped your wrist as you tried to switch your mic off.

“Go on.. stay in that call.. let ‘em all know what a stagy little whore you are.” He pushed, lifting the hem of his hoodie above the glimmer of the silver button hiding his length behind the black denim. 

No time was wasted getting into you, making himself at home between your legs with a few rough thrusts and shivering grunts that made your mind twist. Squirming under him the grit falling off his boots into your blankets made you buck against him in frustration, earning a low sigh from him as his beat picked up. 

“Mmn if you keep fighting me.. I'll gut you like a fucking pig.” Groaning into your ear, the delicate touch of his knife teased itself between your breasts. 

Defiance sparked in you to bite back, “If we're– oh god– following the rules, you'll just do it anyway–” 

The blade pulled its edge against your skin, splitting you like a ripe peach under its cut, “True.. but the killer's favorite little slut never dies.. she's gotta make it to the sequel, the trilogy, hell! Maybe a whole fuckin’ saga..”

Suddenly ringing in your ear the sound of the bluetooth assistant chimed,

Battery Low.. Please Charge Soon.

You held your lips tight as the length of him pushed to the hilt over and over, letting the air in the call stay dead as your friend and others passed through, thinking you were away from your keyboard. 

“What’s wrong? Suddenly have nothing to say? I thought you liked the idea of being yanked around by a big man with a knife? Little different than on the big screen, ain't it Babe?” 

You could practically hear him purring behind the mask, his pace slowing to deep grind as you felt the rub of his metal pants zipper dig into your skin like a threat.

“Mmmm– remember a couple weeks back– we were all watching that scary movie– when you wouldn't shut the fuck up about how you wanted to ride that slashers cock like a carnival ride– fuck you don't know what that did to me– hearing you get all giddy about bouncing on dick after a kill– goddamn you don't have a fuckin’ clue– how bad I wanted bust through that fuckin’ window and tear you apart–” 

Gripping his palm across your eyes to pin your head to the bed, the unrelenting barrage of what came was less of a kiss and more of a hostile takeover of your senses. You couldn't tell how long you were left to his devices, using you with the excitement of a new sex doll he'd been waiting months for. The fight in you began to fade with the swipe of your tongue to his, earning the zeal of him rutting into you harder. 

“See.. I knew you'd love it..” 

Battery Low.. Please Charge Soon.

Dipping down to your chest to kiss the fresh wound that lay spilling blood around your breasts, taking in the heavy scent of your rubies like a jewel thief making his biggest heist. Slipping his free hand over your chest to the slick of your nipple made you gasp as a perfect distraction before pulling his mask back down. Adorning his usual visage now laid a smeared print of your life in blinding crimson, letting that be the first and only thing you saw as he let you have your vision back in the darkness. Against the blur of your eyes readjusting from the pressure of his weight on them, the dip of his frame dropping against yours with his hands gripping the sides of your head in a vice made you dizzy with a feral beat between your legs. Throughout his treatment you didn't feel that familiar latex rub of a barrier between you, forcing your stomach into a twist as his panting behind the mask got heavier. 

The first grace of the evening came when you finally heard the powering down beeping of your headset giving its last bit of juice before cutting out. Unbound by the fear of being heard, your voice let out a moan that vibrated the silence of the dead air room. Relaxing a little under him, he pushed your rear up, angling himself better to pump deep before running his fingers over the tacky blood joining the fresh on your chest in a macabre mess. Having the dig of his fingertips into the open wound weeping from you was a new kind of violation before he breathed out a shaken manic pleasure from the mask that captivated you. 

“Oh fuck– I'm going to smear your blood over my every  fucking pore!” The bubbling frenzy in his tone gave away his devouring bliss as it promised to swallow you whole. 

Honestly, you weren't long for the session either way as he found just the right spot to rub his tip into the soft warmth of you hugging his length and perfect grind of his mound against your bud aching to come undone. Seeing him watch you in those last moments before you went over the edge was enough to send you there as you trembled and cried out under his grip. Moaning and reaching to touch him in any way you could, you couldn't get enough of him as your body craved the closeness it needed. Expecting swift punishment for the affection, he surprised you by taking your hand in his, slowing his pace. Lacing your fingers as one, the gentle caress of his thumb to your skin had your rose colored glasses as red as they could be. Watching with a affectionately hazed gaze while he pinned you down, your skin when cold as his words dripped from his lips like sweet poison: 

“You think you're getting away that easy? I'm just gonna cum and that be that? No.. I prepared for this all day. You're not goin’ fucking anywhere.”

[bunnyreaper]

𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖘

𝔞 𝔰𝔬𝔞𝔭 𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰

𝖕𝖙 2 — 𝖕𝖙 1 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊, 𝖕𝖙 3 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊

wc - 5.2k

warnings - 18+/nsfw, dom sub dynamic, smut, phone sex, wee bit of angst, brief mention of the word 'daddy'

notes - vibrating with both excitement and fear, but hoping y'all love this like you loved the last one!! also on ao3! ♥

Johnny was right to send you to bed when he did because you're already struggling to get through the day, and on any less sleep, you might have fallen asleep at your desk. Clearly, you're terrible at making decisions for yourself, if that wasn't already evidenced by the nearly empty fridge accompanied by the pile of empty takeout containers.

It's not even the end of the workday yet, and you're beat—except staying up with Johnny was so worth it, getting to hear his voice and everything he said was complete bliss. You only wish he was here now, whispering in your ear and making your day go by quicker. Unfortunately, the sad reality is that beyond your good morning text, you haven't heard from him since, and you hate that you already feel like you're suffering from withdrawals. 

Again, that could be the lack of sleep, or adequate nutrition, or the fact that lately you haven't exactly been the most social person, and you've definitely been missing social contact. All of that missing need you just want to be filled by Johnny, Johnny, Johnny—his name like a chanted prayer in your mind. 

You at least have the sense of mind to focus when you need to, but at any idle moment, Johnny crawls back into your brain. Your mind drifts to wondering what he's up to, wondering where in the world they've shipped him off to this time—what timezone is he even in? What hemisphere? 

5 p.m. comes round sooner than you expect, and you find yourself logging off from your work laptop with a relieved sigh. You might be exhausted from lack of sleep, but Johnny's arrival in your life left you energised in a way you hadn't felt in so long. Every part of you hums with excitement, thinking about what the future might hold. 

You have to keep snapping yourself out of getting lost in the fantasy, even as you find yourself rereading through texts and committing Johnny's words to memory. The last time you did this still sticks in the back of your mind, still stings—someone who came into your life and was everything until they were nothing. Someone who said they could be trusted as they broke down your barriers. 

The aching loneliness was too much, so you'd run from it straight into something worse, not even realising how easily you fell into the trap. 

Your thoughts were spiraling, and you needed a distraction, so you put on the TV in the hopes of getting lost in the shitty reality dating show you've been watching lately. 

A few hours later, the buzz of your phone pulls you from the drama of the screen—your spirits soaring as you see the little icon you're rapidly growing attached to. 

Evening bonnie, hope you're not napping too close to bed time. 

hi!! no... for once, lol. how was your day? 

Long, but thoughts of you got me through ;) how was yours? 

The rapid responses mean your smile never has time to waver, as your eyes are glued to the screen watching as the messages are read, the app tells you he is typing and then another one of his messages appears. 

Your fingers fly across the keyboard as you eagerly respond.

somehow managed to not fall asleep at my desk, i would've napped but... 

But? 

didn't want to risk missing any messages from you. 

Johnny heart reacts to the message immediately. 

Call? 

please!!! 

Mere seconds later, his face fills the screen once more, and your sheer excitement overtakes your nerves by far.

"Hi." You say shyly, as soon as you accept the call.

"Hi bonnie, gotcha on loudspeaker by the way." He greets you, his voice immediately sending warmth through you. 

You were rapidly growing obsessed with his terms of endearment, too. 

"Oh." You pause, suddenly self-conscious and hesitant. "Are you not alone?" Does anyone in his life even know you exist? You know you haven't really mentioned to your friends that you're 'dating' again.

"Definitely am, don't worry. Jus' need ma hands free." 

At that, your brow furrows, your voice filling with both mischief and disbelief. "What are you doing, Johnny?" 

He chuckles, before rustling some papers around. "Paperwork, nothing fun." 

Even hearing the word paperwork right now drains you, and can hear that Johnny isn't exactly pleased with the idea either. 

"Wishing I was under the desk again?" You ask, hoping your playful tone will make him smile. 

"Dinnae start." He groans. "What are you doing? Have you eaten?" 

"Not yet, I need to check my milk is still in date." You throw yourself off the sofa and make your way through to the kitchen—it's a good job Johnny actually poked you to eat. 

"Milk?" His voice is filled with confusion.

"For cereal." 

"Ach." 

"I can feel your disapproval from here." You can practically sense him shaking his head disapprovingly too. 

"Good, I see how this gonae be." He sighs, the disappointment evident, along with that sense of control, guidance. 

It just makes you tingle.

"Yes, daddy?" You giggle audaciously like you know exactly what you're doing, and hope it has the effect you want it to.

Johnny chokes, and then growls... and then sighs. "Away n bile yer heid." He whispers, yet he sounds anything but angry, his voice thick with arousal as he undoubtedly fights all kinds of urges. 

You want to take that step with Johnny, to dirty talk with him now that you feel comfortable, but you suppose now isn't the time—after all, he is still working. 

"I'm being mean now, sorry." 

"A right brat." He growls playfully. "Do something for me, lass?" 

The shift in his tone and the previous conversation topic gives you a good guess at what's coming next. "Is it cooking a real meal?" You groan playing into the role.

Well, admittedly committing to self-care tasks like cooking isn't the easiest thing in the world, and having someone to guide you in that is... a turn-on. 

"Knew you were a smart girl." He purrs, and those words turn your brain and your body to mush. 

You have to stifle a whine from leaving you, as your face flushes furiously. Oh, how you wish you could hear that over and over again—in that voice, with that accent, whispered right in your ear as he—

"What you gonna cook?" He asks, interrupting your rapidly spiraling thoughts. 

Staring into the fridge is a depressing experience—the shelves are mostly bare and there's a faint smell of something off. "Ugh, I don't have a lot in, to be honest." 

"Logging onto the Tesco website now, or maybe meal delivery service..." He muses, and you can imagine the smirk on his lips.

"Johnny!" Your protest is weak, as the coddling and infantalisation make you feel something you probably shouldn't. 

He snickers at your tone, but he knows now that if things are to continue, he won't listen to your objections. "Jokin'... for now. Talk me through yer fridge, lass." 

"Do you cook?" You ask, wondering if he's going to magically talk you through a recipe with the condiments in your fridge and the dried pasta in the pantry. 

There's a beat of silence. "Not often." 

You're overcome with a fit of giggles and a wave of faux offense. "Then who are you to lecture me?" 

Johnny meets your exclamation with a series of tuts, which already quiet your discontent, but you find yourself ruined when his voice drops and he delivers his next few words. "What happened to 'Johnny knows best'?" 

Fuck him, using his powers for good—and you can already tell he's getting off on it too. Today, you won't indulge him by submissively repeating it back, since he's making you face the horror that is cooking.

"Fine." You sigh, looking for what items in the fridge that are actually still in date. You pull open a cupboard or two as well. "I have... hummus and celery and uh, supernoodles in the cupboard." 

"Better than cereal." He waits for your response that doesn't come, as you pout on the end of the phone, and then he plays his next move flawlessly.  "For me, bonnie girl?" 

The plea in his voice makes you melt, makes you want to do just about anything for him. 

"For you." You say with a smile, grabbing the packets of noodles and a saucepan. "Have you eaten?" 

"A have, chicken tikka masala." 

You sigh, knowing that if not for Johnny you could've ordered a nice Indian for yourself—you get to work on the noodles anyway. "Kinda jealous now, if I'm honest."

His laugh is short but earnest. "Same, haven't had beefy supernoodles in an age." 

"Yeah, I would hope they're feeding you actually decent, nutritious food over there." 

He huffs. "I would hope you're feeding yerself decent food, but here we are." That playful judgement is back, lacing his words and making you crave his approval. 

It's a startling thought, that here you are, only a few days in and needing his praise, his encouragement—you suppose it comes easy as it plays into both of your natural instincts—his to lead, yours to follow.

"Less sass, more... paperwork." You grumble playfully, trying to cover up the fact that, maybe, you like being teased by him. 

"Aye." He laughs, and you can briefly hear him scribbling in the silence.  

For a few moments, it's just the sound of him writing and you cooking, but the quiet feels comfortable rather than awkward—strangely routine and domestic after such a short space of time. 

Your mind wanders back to what the two of you had discussed last night, about his day later in the week. "Have you thought more about Friday?" 

There's a brief shuffle and the sound of the call changes as Johnny seems to take you off the loudspeaker and moves around. "Meetin' you?" 

"Yeah." There's a sense of nervousness within you, a fear he's going to suddenly decide that he doesn't want to see you after all, that he doesn't see this going anywhere. It's so soon, and yet the thought seems crushing. 

"Haven't thought of much else." His confession seems to settle your rapidly beating heart just a little, the sincerity in his voice making your stomach twist and turn. 

Maybe you shouldn't push it, but you want to meet him more than anything, so you can make the first step toward all of this becoming real. "Would you be up for coffee? I can come to you!" 

"About that..." His sigh is weary, and panic overtakes you as the silence stretches on. "Am leaving for a week or so." 

It's not a total rejection at least, but somehow it still stings, still settles heavy and unpleasant in your gut. "When?" 

"Tomorrow." He falls silent, waiting for you to say something, yet you don't know what words to even summon right now. "'m sorry, lass." 

You take a deep breath for a moment, collecting your thoughts as you stir your noodles and try to put everything you feel into some sort of coherent order. 

There's no logical reason to feel rejected, as it's not that he doesn't want the date, but that he can't. Perhaps it's that lingering thought that this kind of thing will be a frequent occurrence—it's just a small taste of what's to come. But wanting Johnny means handling this, like he deserves. 

You push through the discomfort and force yourself into a more positive mindset.

"But... after that? Or is this just because you hate coffee so much you're fleeing the country?" You laugh softly, hoping the joke will lighten the thick atmosphere. 

"Now, if you'd asked me out for tea..." He laughs in return, before turning serious. "But... when I'm back, I'd love to see you. Have ta, really. " 

"I'm glad." The beaming smile on your face is ridiculous, and you're so thankful he can't see you grinning like an idiot at his words. He has to meet you. 

With your cooking complete, you take the saucepan off the stove and pour the noodles into a bowl, grabbing it before returning to the comfort of the couch. "Okay, noodles done." 

"Wanna call me back once yer done, or?" 

Fuck, he's so considerate. 

You hum negatively as you start to blow on the noodles to cool them. "I'll eat on the phone if you don't mind the sound of me slurping." 

Johnny chuckles, before making a suggestive noise. 

"The noodles, Johnny." 

He coughs, covering more juvenile laughter. "Aye, the noodles, of course." 

"So... going anywhere fun?" You ask, referencing his upcoming deployment. 

"Classified, I'm afraid." He answers curtly, but you know it's nothing more than his duty. 

No questions about that, then, you suppose. It's going to be a strange thing to adjust to, but it's another thing that comes along with accepting Johnny into your life. You change your line of questioning, hopefully to something he can answer. "Are you... scared?" 

"No." He answers quickly and firmly, in a manner that suggests certainty rather than bravado. "Don't worry about me, hen." He rushes to add.

"Kinda hard not to, even if we only just met..." You sigh, but you suppose you have to trust Johnny's skills and training. "I imagine it only gets more intense from here." 

The admission feels like a swift kick to the stomach. 

"Yeah..." You hear a knock on the door from Johnny's end, and he swears colourfully under his breath. "Ach, can I call yer back?" 

It's almost cruel the way such timing drives the point home. 

"Sure, things to attend to?" You ask absentmindedly, not really expecting an answer. 

He sighs, before trying to turn his tone more positive. "Aye, but I'll catch you before bed, yeah?" 

"Yeah. Bye, Johnny." 

"Bye, lass." 

He ends the call, leaving you with your meal and your thoughts. 

Maybe you aren't strong enough to deal with this after all, you think, trying to settle the ugly, gnawing feeling inside you. It already hurts, but maybe that's because you're trying to hold so tight onto something intangible. Maybe if you and Johnny become something, mean something to each other, it'll all be easier to deal with. 

It's an hour or so later when you're tucked up in bed that Johnny's call lights up your phone. You pick it up instantly. 

"Hey, glad you haven't fallen asleep already." He chuckles, his voice softer than before. 

"Mmm, still hanging on." You mumble, cheek pressed into plushness and tiredness lingering at the back of your mind, as well as the mess of feelings that still simmers within you. 

"Cuddled up with the big B?" He asks, voice cheeky and charming. 

You can't help the soft giggle at the ridiculous nickname. "The big B?!"

"Barnaby!" He clarifies with a hearty laugh, not ashamed at all of his goofiness. 

"The big B! That's so silly" 

The laughs quiet, and another silence falls, but this time you feel the discomfort that comes with it. 

Johnny is the first to breach it, his tone tinged with worry. "How are yer?"

"I'm fine." You sigh, not wanting to elaborate and get yourself upset again. It's not far from the truth. Nothing has changed, but this is something you have to learn to sit with, have to make peace with for both of your sake. 

Johnny cuts right through the noise. "Yer seemed a little upset earlier. Wanna talk about it?" 

Communication—the key to any good relationship, an essential to any kinky one, and one thing you think you really kind of suck at. 

It's a simple sentence with a simple answer, and nothing about Johnny suggests that his reaction will be anything other than supportive—but it's not Johnny's voice that whispers cruel things in the back of your head. And for now, Johnny's influence is not enough to quiet the storm. 

The fear grips at your heart, stops your words right in your throat, but your mind wars between the ghosts of your past and the duty of your present and future. 

Johnny waits quietly, not pushing you for an answer or assuming how you feel, and that small act helps pull you out of the fog and helps you force yourself to speak. 

"Reality setting in, I guess." The words don't come easy at first, your throat tight—but once you start, the rest just seems to flow, taking the weight of your burdens with them. "Like, it's not too bad right now, it's just... knowing what's in store? Assuming we keep talking." 

The opportunity to really put your thoughts in order and get them out actually does help, surprisingly.

Johnny goes silent for a moment, considering your words before he speaks. "If you wanna stop—" 

"I don't." You feel bad for interrupting him, but you already know that's not what you want, even if he sees it as a kindness. "Like I said yesterday, I'm not faint-hearted... the intensity just took me by surprise. All of this has, really." 

"I'm with you there. Sat here thinking about how I'm gonna be thinking of anything else when I'm on the mission." He laughs softly, the sound laden with emotion. "Lt's gonna have my head." 

The gravity of his job sinks in now, with the realisation that he will be busy and focused, and rightfully so.

"Will you be able to get in touch while you're gone?" You ask, more for informational purposes, rather than being unable to last a week without hearing his voice. 

"Not a whole lot, no. Sometimes no' at all, but I'll let you know when I can." He states plainly, and the honesty is so refreshing. 

"I'll try not to bother you too much then." You giggle, though you don't really mean your words. He has his mission, and you have yours—stay strong while he's gone. 

He scoffs instantly. "You? A bother? Never." 

You hum, continuing with your playful statements. "You haven't seen me when I'm clingy." 

"A like clingy, am clingy too." 

Ugh, just when you think he can't be more perfect, he comes out with that. The sweet smile on your face is relentless, and you just know the same is true for him too. "Oh yeah? So you won't be complaining when we meet, and I just take a hold of your hand and don't let go." 

His barked laugh is so genuine that it makes your heart sing. "Bold of yer to assume I'd be letting you go, lass." 

The thought of even his hand in yours is enough to send you into a frenzy—a simple, delicate, and chaste act, yet you crave it like nothing else. When your date finally does come around, you'll be able to touch him and see him up close. You'll be able to hear that voice and those words up close and unrestrained by the slightly shitty quality of the phone call—and that is a little terrifying.  

"I guess waiting isn't a bad thing after all, maybe I'll be less nervous by then." Because right now you know you'd hesitate to reach out and touch him, would struggle looking him in the eye for too long. Maybe if you wait, the radiance that is Johnny's warmth will wear off, but somehow you doubt it. 

"Why ya nervous?" 

You almost snort at such an oblivious question from such a seemingly smart man. "Have you seen you?" Have you talked to you? Been on the end of your affections? Your mind pleads. 

"See this ugly mug every day." He grumbles, though you can still hear the smile. 

"You can't see, but I'm rolling my eyes." You giggle. "But what if I just... can't resist you? Jump you right then and there?" Your voice takes on a more teasing tone. 

"In public?" He tuts, slow and sexy, his voice dropping low. "Naughty girl." 

You straight up whimper. "Needy girl, for you." 

A growl leaves his throat, along with a whispered "Fuck." 

Arousal floods through you, overtakes you, as you feel your mind slipping to a space of deep-seated need, all for him. You feel on fire, your skin hypersensitive to the brush of the sheets, as your lower body hums and begs for attention. No longer can you hold yourself back from falling under his sexy spell. "Your groans, your voice, it all drives me crazy." 

The laugh that leaves him is weaker, choked with arousal. "All wet fer me, bonnie?" His voice, now a touched graveled, wraps so wonderfully around every word. 

"Soaked." You squirm in place, not even needing to feel to know just how dripping you are—every time he teases you, you practically gush. Your spare hand dives below the sheets, tracing ever so slightly over your stomach as it crawls lower. "Johnny?" 

"Yes, bonnie?" It sounds like his control is wavering too. 

"Please can I touch? I need it so bad." You whine and plead, surrendering yourself to Johnny's command. 

"You don't—" Another growl leaves his throat, you hear him shuffle and when his voice returns, he sounds even more aroused than before—sweet, gentle domination drips from his tone. "Touch yerself, go on." 

You comply immediately, your hand diving under your waistband and zeroing in on your swollen clit—relief floods you the second you make contact, your fingers rubbing delicate swirls on your soaked nub as gentle moans force themselves free. 

"Oh fuck." Johnny's breathing is ragged between his groans. "Gonna have tae join ya." 

"Fuckfuckfuck." Your eyes slip shut as you imagine him reaching down to free his aching cock, all for you. Your thoughts center on conjuring up an image of how long and thick you imagine him to be. "Is... is your cock as big as the rest of you?" 

You squeak out your words while you still have command over the English language.

"Guess you'll find out soon enough." He chuckles breathlessly, some of the words catching in his throat as he clearly works himself. "But I don't think you'll be disappointed. I know how tae take care of yer, know you're already desperate for me." 

Your circles quicken, his words sending pleasure coursing through you in a way that almost feels better than your touch. You fill the air with breathy moans. "Need you, Johnny." 

"Need you too, pet." He growls his words over the building slick sound.

"Oh fuck." Your reaction is instant, the word sending everything in your brain into overdrive. Pet. Pet. You almost cum right then and there, but his assault on your senses and sensibilities continues. 

"God, thinking about you on the end of a leash for me? So fuckin' hard thinking about it." His voice modulates between and whine and a growl, his need growing furiously. "I'd be so fuckin' lucky." 

You imagine the collar slipping around your neck, imagine Johnny clicking shut a lock and attaching a leash—pulling you to him just as he is now with every word. 

"I'd be the most loyal pet ever, I swear." You start to babble, unable to hold back any longer on the wave of submission that overtakes you. "I'll Wait for you to come home, naked and kneeling with my leash ready." 

"Jesus, fuck." Each grunt that leaves him makes you shiver. Each word like its own bolt of electricity straight from his body to yours. "Yeah, my good girl would be so lost without me." He says it with such certainty, speaking the truth to life. 

"I get separation anxiety like mad. I'll miss your touch, miss your smell, miss your taste—" You cut yourself off with a high-pitched whine, your fingers working you so fucking close to the edge.

"Don't worry, I'd fuck you so good before I go bonnie, fill yer up and leave you dripping with me." His groans are accompanied by more of those slick sounds. "Mark that pretty neck o' yours, too." 

"I'm... I'm not gonna last." You admit, holding back even now from cumming—you crave his permission. 

"Me either. Go on, moan for me, let me hear you." He urges you gently, even if his voice is filled with need. 

You let all your noises flow freely as you teeter toward the edge and desperately try to please him with the sounds you make. It's all too good, too much, too overwhelming. 

"Johnny, can I—" 

His demand is out of his mouth before you can even finish your sentence. "Cum fer me, bonnie. Go on." 

You cum with a strangled cry, flying over the edge right as Johnny demands it. The build-up of the past few days along with Johnny's noises has you shaking in ecstasy—ecstasy that's only prolonged when he cums too with a long, drawn-out groan.

After a moment, the only sound is both of your heavy breathing, as you come down from your high. 

"Oh my god." You sigh, a silly, blissed-out grin overtaking your features.

"You okay, sweet girl?" His voice returns to that sweetness you're coming to know and love.

You nod mindlessly, even though he can't see you. "Better than okay, are you?" 

He hums in affirmation, before his voice turns a touch serious. "You did so good. Just want tae make sure you're good, and a didn't go too far." 

"Hah, I mean, nowhere near too far." You admit shakily. 

"Am glad, it's only early days, though. That trust..." He hesitates. 

"... It takes a while, yeah." The post-orgasmic bliss coupled with the feeling of that trust taking root and growing. "I'm glad you understand." 

And he understands perfectly, as you never feel pushed or rushed, only pampered and adored. 

"Of course... it's special, for both of us." He admits, and you know you're on the same wavelength when it comes to the bond and relationship between dominant and submissive. 

"Mhmm." You hum dreamily, wholeheartedly agreeing and yet not able to summon up something profound. 

"Already sleepy?" His laughter is soft and sincere. 

"I'd get so much rest if every night was like this." 

"Even more so when I finally get to fuck ya, bonnie." He whispers so casually, yet even after your orgasm your clit still thrums with interest—God, he has such a hold on you.

"Yeah?" You sigh, dreaming of the day you'll get to experience it. 

"Yeah." 

The line falls silent, and you feel yourself fading. 

"I'm sorry, I'm so... sleepy." You whisper while you still have the chance. 

"It's okay, sweet girl, close yer eyes. Am right here." Johnny's sweet voice lulls you closer and closer, and your phone falls free from your hand to your pillow, resting there with Johnny just on the end of the line. 

"Goodnight Johnny." You mumble, before sleep finally takes you.

"Goodnight, Bonnie." His reply is soft, carrying you off to unconsciousness as he drifts off too.  

-//-

Johnny practically vibrates where he stands—wired beyond belief. Part of it is his usual pre-mission adrenaline, but the events of the past few days especially almost have him climbing the walls. His energy is frenetic as usual but with so much more—lust, yearning, withdrawal. 

It's only been a few hours since he ended the call after waking up before you, and yet he finds his thoughts unable to leave you, even as he finishes gearing up. You'd love to see him like this, and an idea strikes him.

He pulls out his phone, turns to the man beside him, and hopes he doesn't regret asking. Then again, some ribbing from the masked man would be nothing compared to the floored reaction he'd get from you.

"Ghost?" He asks, piercing the comfortable silence between the two of them. 

"What?" Ghost turns, eyeing Johnny and his hand holding his outstretched phone.

Johnny doesn't waver, sure in his request, and eager to see your response. "Take a picture of me, yeah?" 

"Girl back home?" Ghost asks, cutting straight to the point as he takes the phone. "Is this the first time she's seeing you? Cause you look fuckin' rough." 

"No." Johnny frowns, and worry washes over him. Surely Lt. is just messing him around—he knows she'll be happy to see him either way. 

Ghost pulls off a glove and navigates to the camera before stepping back and holding up the phone in Johnny's direction. He might be giving Johnny shit, but he at least takes the time to angle and position the frame in a way that compliments Johnny's stature. "She like the tac gear?" 

Johnny sighs, wishing this was over already. "Just take the picture, Ghost." 

"Say cheese." Ghost deadpans, and the softest of smiles graces Johnny's features—for her, not for him.

Johnny practically snatches the phone back from Ghost's hands, checking out the photo immediately. "Thanks." 

He pulls up their messages immediately, firing off the picture with a kissing face and a teasing message just for her. 

When he locks the phone and throws it in his bag, Ghost's eyes are fixed on him, his blackened eyes narrowed.

"Mind on the mission, yeah, Johnny?" 

Johnny nods, doing his best to push thoughts of her away for now, and letting his inner soldier take over. He'll be back to her before he knows it. "Aye, Lt." 

Days later, and after a successful first phase of the mission, Johnny stares down at his phone. The signal is nonexistent and won't return for a while, but he misses you, his mind is itching with his need for you. In this shitty safe house in the middle of nowhere, while someone else is on watch, there's very little to do, and truly nothing else he'd rather think about. 

He scrolls to the top of your messages, rereading each message and reliving each conversation, experiencing all over again how each message made him feel. 

Your sweet texts, your copious use of emojis, and your cute little selfies—it was all so intoxicating to him. For a man who was so used to maintaining focus, you were a fucking curveball. Something about you just sends his protective instincts into overdrive, makes unearned possessive tendrils curl up through him and around his heart—calls out to his guiding, dominant, caring side.

He has to constantly stamp down the thoughts inside that called out to him to find you, scoop you up, and take you home with him. Luckily for you both, Johnny is a patient man. He spends time out in the field waiting days for anything interesting to happen, he's spent years waiting for his pet, his girl to come along—and you're right there. He can wait a little longer. 

He holds down the record button, intent on recording a message for you, and begins whispering into the phone.

"Hi, been sat on my arse for far too long with nothing to do but think of you. Dinnae think I'll get signal anytime soon, but I 'spose it'll send at some point." He feels himself relax just a little as he falls into Johnny, the man—rather than Soap, the soldier.

"Been thinking about our first date, since you mentioned coffee. Kinda had a crazy idea actually, but I need your input. What about a cat café? Has to be one in that city o' yours, and I figure you must like kitties."

"Won't be long until you might be one for me... or a bunny... or a puppy." He interrupts himself with a sigh.

"Need tae stop those thoughts and quit while I'm ahead. Let me know, yeah? As soon as I get my leave, we'll set it up."

"Talk soon, bonnie." 

[distorted59]

First of all, I love your works soooo much! And I love you too

Please I really want Kirk Headcanons. He’s the love of my life! I want to cuddle him and also something smut things too

thank you lovely!! I'm sorry for taking so long, i hope you enjoy!! <3

He’s really shy!! When you first met him, he was very nervous. Blushing and stumbling over his words. (You thought it was absolutely adorable of course!!!) When he first shook your hand, he felt electricity running through his body. After a while he fell right into your trap, he was hooked. Begging for more every day. 

He gets flustered a lot when he’s around you. He would mess up riffs during rehearsals or stumble over his words. One time he didn’t sleep very well, because he was overthinking all night. (May or may not have been horny all night) and he’d show up tired and sexually frustrated. You’d welcome him with open arms and took a nap together, when he woke up (hard) he got nervous. Your smell and arms around him drove him crazy. You noticed him stiffening once he woke up and quickly figured out what was happening. You’d start kissing his neck and rubbing him over his jeans. “Let me take care of you, baby.”

loves to eat pussy. Like he devours it. All of the boys would be into it but he’s addicted to it. Very good at it as well. He’d pull you to the edge of the bed so he could grind himself against the mattress while eating you out.

“Fuck, you taste so good, baby.” Kirk moans against your cunt. His hips are unrhythmic and desperately grinding against the bed. 

you moan and tug on his hair, keeping him in place right between your thighs. 

“Hmm!” you let out a squeal as he hits just the right spot. Kirk is humping against the bed like an animal. 

“gonna make me cum just like this, honey, fuck!” 

I feel like he gives the best hugs ever! Loves to cuddle and hold you close to him. 

80s Kirk is such a cutie, I just wanna hold him and kiss all his worries away. like, he’s such a geek with all his comics and action figures. Imagine going with him when he wants to buy new toys.

“Oh my god, babe!” Kirk whisper-yells at you and holds up a new issue of ‘Monster Magazine’. 

“Is that the new one, baby?” you smile at him, finding it overly adorable how excited he always gets.

"Yeah!" He looks at the back. “I’m gonna get this.” 

He smiles excitedly at you and kisses your cheek. You giggle and blush a bit, not expecting the kiss. 

“Can I read it after you’re done?” 

“Of course, baby!” Kirk grabs your hand. “We’ll read it together!”

Talking ab horror…. he would be into monster roleplay…. HE WOULD DONT DENY IT. Like him dressing up as dracula and you are the girl who got lost….. like!!!????? and he finds you and traps you and bites you and fucks the absolute life out of you. Thank you for listening. 

Also, the fact that in all those videos where he makes a joke and no one laughs??? c'mon now… baby is just trying to have some fun :(

his stutter is so cute!!! he still gets nervous sometimes and can’t look you in the eye or form a sentence. but you don’t mind. <3

I have been thinking about this a lot lately; giving Kirk head for the first time. him all whiny and excited, not knowing what to expect. 

“I’ll be gentle, okay?” You look up at him through your lashes. 

“Mhm.” He has his fingers over his mouth, unable to even speak. You stroke him lazily and smile at him. He throws his head back and lets out a huge moan when you lick the tip. 

“Ooh~, baby!” He whines. “ngh.. fuck!” his chest moves up and down and he tries to hold your hair back for you. 

you lick him from the base up and put him in your mouth. You’d think he’s seeing stars, cause he lets out the most heavenly moans you’ve ever heard. 

“feels so good, baby~”

yes, just a silly little thought.

the older he gets the rougher he gets, i feel. I mean, the fame and money definitely upped his confidence. which isn’t a bad thing AT ALL.

One of my favorite eras of him is htsd, his hair is starting to gray a little bit, and his skin has that old deep tan. the mustache, the goatee. yes just yes. 

I feel like he’s such a tease!!??  imagine going out for dinner with some friends, or the rest of the band. and he’s touching you all over. 

“Does my baby wanna feel good?” he slides his hand over your thigh. He’s been touching your thighs an kissing your neck all fucking night. 

“Kirk, please.” you whimper. “Not here, why here?” 

“Why here?” he smirks against your neck and moves up to whisper in your ear. “Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this as much as I do, princess.”

GIMME THAT I NEED IT NOW

He’s a really sweet boy, has a kind heart and actually looks too cute to be in a metal band. His voice is so sweet, his hands are very soft. (they become more and more calloused over the years). He would trace his fingers over your skin and whisper sweet things in your ears and place soft kisses on your neck. 

ALSO Kirk with eyeliner!???? just imagine you making him feel so good after a show or sum and he starts crying in pleasure and it just drips down his face!!???? His face is messy and his eyes are red with tears as he craves more and more of you.

actually need that rn

and going to the beach with him!! maybe he'll teach you how to surf or just chill with you enjoying some drinks in the shade and going for a casual swim. <3

[undyslady]

Belmont's Newcomer

Alucard x Reader

☆

The small village was slowly turning into a fully functional one. Everyone's work was reflected in the small but comfortable houses around the large haunting castle. The castle did not seem so haunting now, actually.

Under Sypha's commands, everything fell into place and everyone had no one to thank but her because even in her pregnant state, she put together a prosperous community.

The village had attracted some newcomers here and there but not many had stayed long, except for her.

It was the calmness and seclusion of the village that had pulled her like a moth to the light. It was something she craved, quiet and tranquility.

It was one of those rare hot days, where the meals had to be prepared outside and everyone would hold a large picnic. Sypha separated portions to everyone, prioritising the children, while Trevor handed out water and fresh juices and that was only because Sypha spent 30 minutes bullying him into doing it.

To Alucard, this crowd helped ease his loneliness and kept his dearest companions near him, he felt the most content he had been in a while. The sun warmed his skin,  sighs left his lips as if his exhaustion evaporated into the heat of the day.

The small moment of stillness was interrupted by the sound of footsteps on grass, something so quiet yet nothing was ever quiet to Alucard. He opened his eyes, to be met with a face he was not too familiar with.

A face of pale complexion, large brown eyes staring down at him with something akin to curiousty, plump lips formed into an awkward smile and long brown wavy hair put into a side braid summed up the woman before him. She held up a plate of food and water hurriedly, as if she feared he'd ask why she was there.

"I do not know if you can eat this food but.." she knelt to place the food on the warm grass next to him and looked up at him "here it is."

"I am sure I can eat it" he said in his usual velvet and smooth voice. "Thank you". He gestured for her to set the playe beside him and expected her to leave, however he was proved wrong.

"Do you care for company ?" she asked, but she was already sat beside him before he could answer.

"Suppose I don't mind company" he replied, eyeing her in an analytical manner.

"AH, so easy to befriend.." she exclaimed, leaning to the side* "...all you care about is draining me of my blood isn't it ?"

What a strange woman..

"You caught me, all I care about is trapping you, and pouncing on you so I can feed" he said, chuckling slightly.

"Oh dearie me!! I am caught with no escape!" She exclaimed dramatically as she fanned herself, faux worry written on her face.

"Oh yes, completely at my mercy" he played along, an odd smile in his face.

She cleared her throat, looking up at him with the best puppy eyes she could give.

"Then...if you help me get water from the pond, I promise not to put up a fight" she batted her eyelashes at him. It was adorable to him, a small part of him melted to this display but it was clear she only meant it as a joke.

"AH, I am being used..." he said shaking his head, standing up slowly "tsk tsk, here I thought I found a true companion"

He extended his hand to her, who gladly took it and hoisted her up.

"Well perhaps you may guarantee a true companion if you entertain me while we walk to the pond" she said, giving him a sly smile as she began walking, Alucard beside her.

"I have many stories to tell" he trailed off, glancing at her.

"Oh oh oh! I have a question!" she practically jumped at the thought of being lend the knowledge of his year.

She inched closer to him, awaiting permission.

"Well, how could I refuse a companion like you.." he said, shrugging and taking slower steps so she would not fall too behind.

"Okay, okay.." she inhaled deeply, "do your fangs suck blood in or are they there only fore piercing the skin?" she asked, but  before he could answer her voice rang through the space again. "Can you eat our food because you are half human ? Do you ever get tempted to drink from a human ? Please don't let it be me, we are very secluded right now! Ohhh but I am so curious to how it would feel...can you make it less painf-" a loud sigh cut her off as he only shook his head, rubbing his temple.

"I should have never let the villagers open their gates to you"

A sarcastic remark that left her standing in one place, mouth agape as she whined.

"Heeeeyyyy!!!"

"Hurry, or I will leave you behind in the woods." He gained another companion.

[idkhoworwhytell]

Can these boys take a bath?!

Right around 1k words, no warnings, the ‘   ‘ are meant to represent thoughts!

These men take a while to pack up. Something i've noticed from these men so far from what i've observed, they all seem to hail from somewhere similar. ‘I wonder if this is some big family tree it would make a whole lotta sense.’   “Were leaving!” the old man i guess that's what they call him ‘wonder if he gets offended by that i know mine would.’ finally announced that were were leaving, by the looks of it all of these people are well seasoned travelers, prepared for a chunk of walking for hours. Although, the presumed youngest ‘if warriors hasn't spilled my age yet, shouldn't have told him that.but i've checked to make sure i look way older. They aren't getting my real age outta me. Might have to find a way to keep him quiet.’ Wind was wearing something to Peter Pan's shoes, not meant for walking but something to cover your feet till you soon take them off. ‘Maybe I'll look into getting him a pair of boots as a peacemaker.’  As we started to walk I  noticed I was closely followed by the rancher of the group 'what happens when two people have the same upbringing in different worlds?’  I kinda expected him to wear the cowboy boots, not legend. ‘kinda and egotistical name I'd say.’ it seemed that the others kinda just fell in line everyone just walked beside another. I was next to sky and wars, and still, followed  by twilight. ‘Kinda reminds me of a herding dog.’ Of course time was up front, wild, and four at his side, and it seemed  all the others just blended in. walk , walk, and then more walking. Wild and hyrule keep seeming to wander off ,I would if I wasn't surrounded! Can't these people get the hint they smell! Like pulling my scarf up to my nose and holding there wasn't enough hint. There was a river back there they should've used! There's this wonderful thing  called deodorant. Perfume or cologne would do them some good too, no more natural musk, they stink. Clearly they haven't been introduced to it yet.  ‘Ooooo berries. I drift my way around these people only to be grabbed by my scarf and dragged back.  “ I just want a berry!” “For all we could know you could’ve been wandering off to leave. Plus you don’t know if these things are poisonous.” “ For  one they aren't, two this is literally my world-“ I was cut off with  a glare.  it seems he wasn’t very appreciative of my sass  mouthing .  Meh he’ll get over it. I’m getting my berries, this man can grab my scarf all he wants.  It seems a Couple people noticed my failed attempt, I get a couple of harsh stares. I'm starting to get real tired of these people and I’ve just met them. It seems that hyrule seems to read my thoughts and snuck me a berry. Only reason I would eat one is because I know they aren’t poisonous. ‘This is still my time for the goddesses sake!’ But nooo, I’m trapped by stinky men.  (I think I’ve made that point clear, But you need to understand how much they smelled.) ‘oh yea I’ll make sure I thank hyrule later, he kinda reminds me of a fairy, he smells of sugar and magic..’ ‘ was it iron or silver they can’t touch? Best to take off both if I want to be around him just in case till I find out. If my theories right of course, but I’d still rather be safe.’

Step Step  And another step One foot in front of the other.  And another one. ‘I’m starting to get uncomfortable. I don't enjoy being followed so dutifully.’ Ooo yay lunch time, I’ve heard how wild is a good chef. ‘ I wonder if I can share some recipes with him, wonder what kinda twist he can add with it?’  Oops people are talking I should probably listen ‘ooo sparkly’ nevermind their talking about monsters. I just fight them and move on. This dink guy is a lizard? That means he’s weak to cold temperatures right? Actually that plan won’t work Because  by the looks of it most of these people are looking like they're gonna die by a slight breeze. ‘Put some pants on, do yourself a favor!’ I’d kill anything to be in the snow right now, this climate is too much for me.  “We’re going to probably switch soon.” I can’t quite differentiate that voice yet, but by shift they mind portals right? “It’s likely , I think we have what we were sent for” that was warriors, I could tell that semi posh accent in his voice. Oh they’re talking about me. “I want to go back to the ranch!” ‘That reminds me to get him some boots.’ Moving my head a bit, ‘and some socks the blisters must be insane!’  I could see a couple of the others agree with his statement. It seems as if time and twilight have some familial bond, I could feel both of their yearning to visit.  ‘Bet times loving the extra hands to help around.’ I caught myself wanting to visit too, I just met these people and I’m sorta getting attached? The idea of something so familiar to my upbringing, in an unfamiliar place seems odd, but comforting in a sense.  Huh, they weren’t lying, the smell of the food is quite exquisite. It smells like a sloppy Joe sorta, just stew form. (odd way to describe but carry on. There looks like there’s a wood worker in the group, all the bowls seem to be in similar design, some with their own twists. Same story with the sliver ware.   ‘ for being descended from the same soul, everyone seems to be very different from another. ‘ ‘They sorta remind me of a puzzle..’  I think I remember a quote like that when I was younger, ‘strength lies in differences, not similarities.’ Despite being so alike, everyone of these boys have their differences, making them stronger than they would be alone.

[scribere-flores]

Sabo x Reader

~Just a hypothetical question~

Part 2. Other Parts

Word count: 2569 words

Short summary: how exactly does a shower work?

Once again, flirty stuff and even more spiraling thoughts in this chapter. But nothing graphic.

MDNI 18+

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Koala felt exhausted as she fell flat on her bed.

It’s true that they were in the middle of a ceasefire at the moment, but that didn’t mean the other work related to the ongoing revolution stopped. There was a lot that needed to be done around their makeshift base, which had previously been a hotel before the owners offered to let them use it.

So she had been on her feet for most of the day. Sorting out useful intel from various documents, taking stock of things they needed to keep the civilians healthy, checking in with the volunteer army. She even held a strategy meeting Sabo was supposed to lead.

Running a revolution was not an easy task. Especially when you had to pick up the slack from your so-called partner, who had been missing for most of the day, doing God knows what.

Koala let out a deep sigh. She was already half-asleep when her bedroom door suddenly slammed open.

“Hey Koala! Cool if I sleep here tonight? Oh, great! Thank you!!” Sabo said without taking a break, not waiting for permission before he walked into her room and threw a pillow on the floor.

“NO YOU CAN’T! Sleep in your own goddamn room!” Koala shouted, sending him an angry glare.

“Can’t. Got kicked out.” Sabo answered as he laid down on the floor, putting his arms behind his head.

“By who?” She asked, confused, and then threw a book towards him. “And don’t make yourself comfortable!”

“Jane Doe.” He stated, catching the book before it hit his face, to Koala’s disappointment.

“Sabo. Don’t tell me you trapped that poor girl in your room?” She asked in a sharp tone.

“You make me sound like a pervert.” He stopped for a second as Koala gave him an unimpressed look. “That’s not what happened, I promise. She twisted her ankle when she was cleaning, so I took her to my room and wrapped it so it wouldn’t get worse. Then she got sleepy so I left. Oh, and I cleaned the cafeteria before I came here, so don’t worry about it.”

Oh, so that’s what’s going on.

Koala had of course noticed Sabo taking special interest in the mystery girl. In fact, everyone had noticed pretty early on, because Sabo hadn’t exactly been discrete about it.

He had been practically stalking the poor girl whenever he had some spare time. And if Koala hadn’t known Sabo for 10 years at this point, she would've punched him as soon as he started to torment the girl.

But she knew Sabo. And she knew that he would never do something that could harm that girl in any way, shape or form.

This was also a first. She had never seen Sabo actually take this kind of interest in a girl before. He had flings before, of course. Fleeting nights at various inns, before setting out to a new Island the next day. But all of them had those, even Koala at times. Romance didn’t exactly fit well with their line of work, so it could get lonely at times.

This was different. She hadn’t been sure at first, but now after hearing Sabo’s explanation, she knew. This wasn’t some fling or fleeting crush to temporarily fill the hole of emptiness.

“You like her.” Koala said in a teasing voice.

Silence.

“Sabo?” She asked and peeked down from the bed.

Then she flew back on her bed as a loud snore scared the shit out of her.

“Well, it’s better if he finds out on his own anyway.” She giggled quietly, before tucking herself in for the night and drifted asleep.

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Y/N wished she could say she had a peaceful night, she really did. But if she said that, it wouldn’t be true.

She had been tossing and turning all night, unable to stay asleep more than 20 minutes at time, before remembering where she was. And the scent… The scent in this room was the biggest reason for her lack of sleep.

Everything smelled like him. The blanket. The Pillows. The Bed. She could even bet her life on that the curtains in this godforsaken room smelled like him. And it had been driving her insane.

Everytime Y/N drifted to sleep during the night, she had been greeted by Sabo in her dreams. Gentle touches by cold leather gloves all over her body. Sweet whispers in a honey-like voice tickling the skin by her neck. Big hands on her waist, pressing her back against his body.

And every time, Y/N woke up with heavy breaths, her whole body feeling hot and tingly.

She wasn’t stupid. Her mother had a rather uncomfortable talk with her once, about the birds and the bees. But this was nothing like her mother had described. What she had been told had sounded rather unpleasant, and to be frank, boring.

Yes, this was certainly nothing like that. So she chose to blame her lack of sleep and the weird dreams on Sabo’s lingering scent when she woke up this morning. For her own sanity's sake.

Y/N eyed the door as she sat on the edge of the bed. She should probably get out of here soon, go eat breakfast and then take a bath in the communal bathroom, to wash the lingering scent of her body.

The concept of a communal bathroom had baffled her at first, the thought of several people sharing just one bathroom sounding completely foreign to her. She had imagined it being a normal sized room and she couldn’t wrap her head around how it worked.

But it had all become clear to her when Koala showed her around on the day Y/N was released from the infirmary. And she had to admit, she had felt rather dumb after seeing the big, tiled room.

The concept had grown on her during the week she had spent here. She liked the feeling of… what did Koala call it again? Oh right, community. The only inconvenience she could think of was the waiting line, especially in the mornings.

Y/N looked over at the bathroom door in the room. Maybe if she was quick, she could wash up before Sabo got back, saving the time she would otherwise spend cueing. She placed her feet on the ground, pleasantly surprised when she didn’t feel the stinging pain in her ankle anymore. She took careful steps across the floor and opened the bathroom door, surprised to see the lack of a bathtub in the room.

“Oh… it’s one of those instead.” Y/N said to herself as she eyed the strange contraption. “Hmm, I’m sure I can figure it out if I give it a try.”

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Sabo sighed as he stepped into his room, loosening his cravat and threw his coat and hat on the bed. He had unconsciously hoped that the girl would still be in his room, sleeping soundly in his bed. He didn’t exactly understand why, but he had felt eager to see her when he woke up this morning.

That girl and his urge to touch her in every possible way, was slowly driving him insane. He was glad Koala was still asleep when he woke. The effect last night's wet dream had on a certain part of his body, would have made things extremely awkward if his childhood friend had been awake.

The fact was starting to become more and more clear to Sabo, he needed to get his spiraling thoughts about the mystery girl out of his system.

He knew he had a tendency to become a little bit obsessive when it came to achieving his set goals. And right now, making that girl crack was at the top of his list. Making her moan his name over and over, a close second place.

But before he could do that, he first needed to figure out who the fuck she was. Or, at least know what her goddamn first name was.

His train of thought was suddenly interrupted when he heard a familiar, sweet voice coming from the bathroom.

“Why isn’t it working?”

Maybe he shouldn’t have given up hope so soon.

Sabo carefully opened the bathroom door and sure enough, there was the self proclaimed Jane Doe, back turned against him. Wearing the same dress that had traveled up her thighs last night and giving him the perfect, lewd view of her sitting on top of him.

And apparently, she was struggling to get the shower to work. Maybe if he helped her, she would ask him to join.

Sabo knew that was probably wishful thinking on his part. But hey, it could never hurt to mess a little with the poor girl. He did enjoy seeing her embarrassed so very much, a little too much in fact.

He walked with soundless steps until he stood only a few inches behind her, grateful that the girl seemed to be too focused on the shower to notice him.

“Maybe it’s this one?” The girl pondered.

“Need me to help?” Sabo whispered with an amused smile, placing his face right beside her neck.

A frightened scream left her mouth as she turned around and faced him.

Then Sabo heard a knocking sound coming from the pipes. And the hand placed on the shower knob. And the showerhead facing him.

He tried to back away, but it was too late. In the blink of an eye the water came bursting out, making him drenched wet in his clothes.

“I’m so sorry! I got scared, and then the water just came bursting out. And now you're soaking wet and…” She rambled on and made apologizing gestures with her hands, dropping the shower head in the process.

The girl’s panic only grew as the showerhead started moving over the tiled floor, spraying anything closeby with water. As Sabo watched the girl frantically try to catch the shower, and failing miserably, he reached his hand out and turned the knob off.

He took a deep inhale through his nose, trying to stay calm. Only the problem was, the image of her kneeling on the floor in front of him, in the now soaking wet dress that was clinging to her body and leaving little left for his imagination.

She looked up at him with glossy eyes and fuck… He was about to lose all control over himself if he didn’t get out of here fast. So he turned and started to slowly walk out of the steamed filled bathroom.

“Wait! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” The girl quickly moved in front of him. “I’ll fix it, please stay.”

She was obviously still in a flustered state. Maybe that was why she didn’t seem to reflect over the fact that she was basically undressing him, frantic fingers moving from button to button down his shirt.

Yeah, he was definitely about to lose the battle against his own urges. Control? What was that even? Sabo had no idea anymore.

All that occupied his thoughts was the water drenched girl in front of him, face tinted red from embarrassment, fingers ever so often drifting over his chest, as her eyes stayed fully focused on the buttons.

He wanted to, no wait… He needed to feel those soft hands all over his body, clinging to him, fingernails pressing against the skin on his back. Lips, gently pressed against his neck, as he held her tight against his body. Sweet, airy moans escaping her mouth as she squirmed from his touch.

He needed all of those things, and he couldn’t stand to wait a moment longer.

“Guess I’m a lost cause…” Sabo chuckled quietly, as he placed his hands with a firm grip on her waist.

“W-wait,why-” The girl stuttered as he lifted her and placed her on the bathroom counter.

“Why? You were practically undressing me a moment ago, and you’re asking me why?” He said as he moved closer, caging her in.

He saw how her focus drifted down to the unbuttoned, wet shirt that hanged loosely over his torso, her eyes widening in panic.

“I didn’t think- Or I did, but I didn’t mean to- Dear God-I’m so sorry.” The girl’s incoherent words came out as small, baffled gasps.

“You’re fucking adorable when you’re flustered, you know that right?” His body moved on its own, placing soft kisses on her neck, making a small whimper slip past her lips. “Every time I see you like this, I get the urge to just-”

The spiraling, dirty words that came out of his mouth were stopped when he felt a small push against his chest. He moved his head back and was surprised to see the girl staring at his torso with a concerned look on her face.

“Are you okay?” She asked as her hand carefully grazed over the healed burn scars on his body.

This was definitely not how he thought things would go.

She looked up at him, genuine concern for him showing in her eyes. Sabo could have sworn he felt his heart stop for a moment.

He had processed what had happened years ago, so the scars from it rarely bothered him anymore. He had a small relapse when he got his memories back, because he could actually remember how he felt when the flames, caused by that fucking World Noble, wrecked havoc around him on his small boat.

But she didn’t know that. Sabo realized that the girl in front of him knew just as little about him as he did about her. And that bothered him, for some reason.

“I’m fine, it happened years ago” He gave her a smile and moved her hand away. “Does it bother you?”

Why did he ask that? He usually doesn’t care about what other people think.

“No, not at all. I just wanted to make sure you were okay, you know after I…” The girl's face turned red.

Why did her answer make him feel so relieved?

“Relax, it’s okay. In fact, I’d be happy to let you undress me any day of the week.” Sabo joked, trying to ignore his strange thoughts, not thinking about the bold statement he had just made.

An awkward silence hung in the air for what felt like hours.

“So, I’m gonna go…” She said as she gently pushed him away, making Sabo take a step back.

“Yeah, you do that.” He answered, feeling uncharacteristically unsure of what else to say.

Sabo watched as the girl hurried out of his room, before he walked over to his bed and fell flat on his back.

In any normal case, he would’ve just joked the question away and continued seducing the poor girl. This wasn’t the first time that some girl had asked about his scars when they saw his body, so why was it different? Was it because she had looked at him with concern, instead of morbid curiosity as most strangers did?

The fact that she had been unbothered by his strong advances and completely focused on making sure he was okay, made him even more confused. He had expected to see a stuttering, cute mess. But instead, she did that…

He let his hand drift over the places she had touched. It felt warm, and in some ways, comforting. The inside of his chest felt strange.

Weird…

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[narcissarina]

𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔞𝔤𝔢, 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰

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Pairings: bodyguard!Leon × college billionaire!reader

Word count: 2,661

Summary: You tried to run off to escape him, but failed. Now you two created such scene in school grounds.

𝙸𝙸.

The most dangerous agent, now your bodyguard—stood before you. He’s prettier than you thought, pretty boy? Pretty boy. You just didn’t want to admit that he’s so much better in person, much more better than those pictures and in news.

He could be a role model of he wanted to, with that heartthrob of a face—you just took a guess that this man can pull any woman he wants, but little did you know that he’s actually awkward towards women.

“Hi..?” you began, tone indifferent with a cock brow, “pleasure to meet you, your father says that I’ll be your bodyguard from now on.” His voice deep and husky, you would be lying if it didn’t made your legs clench together, right?

You cleared your throat and mind, shaking off those kinds of thoughts, “I appreciate it, but I don’t need one.” You grit your teeth while uttering those words, you turn to your father and frown at him—trying to get your pretty, begging eyes to have your father throw him out. Eyes screaming, “but, daddy! I don’t want him, I can take care of myself.” Type of eyes.

Your father could only smile and turn to Leon, “I am so sorry about that.” Then grip your hand, it hurts but you could only frown and storm out of the scene.

Leon’s gaze followed your figure till you disappear from his sight, he turns and talk more with your father—getting his objectives and that when the others need him, he can’t be with you for a while.

You surround yourself with all your squishy, grumbling under the sheets and doing your assignments there. Yet, another topic that your stupid ass professor did not teach, you called Sarina—her phone is off. You whine and threw your feet, some of your plush got off the bed and you sat up, still under the blanket and stare at it.

You hiss at the light as your blanket got pulled off, “what are you doing?” It was Leon, your blanket in his hand and put it in the edge of your bed. “What are you doing in my room?” you hiss and got off of bed and walk towards, you heard him scoff and pick up the squishy and plush that fell off the bed, “didn’t knew father also hired a personal cleaner.”

You gave him a side-eye and cock a brow, he smiled at your remark, amused as he place them in bed. “Aren’t I the first one who asked you a question, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart.

You shudder at the name, either you cringe or just felt your stomach flutter. No one called you sweetheart before, not even your father. Either they call you dear or by your name, plus with a monotone or demanding tone of voice. But Leon’s? It was low and seducing. As if he’s luring you into a trap.

You didn’t answer, back turn to him as you resume your focus to your work. Pen tapping the desk, as Leon just watch you from the distance.

It only took a few minutes until Leon walked up to your desk and lean down to see what you’re up to, your breath hitches and turn your head to him—quickly moving your head away as you inhale some of his cologne.

“What are you up to?” he asked, “none of your business.” You replied, rolling your eyes as his hands were holding on to the edge of your desk, completely trapping you in between. “oh, this is easy.” He points then read the question aloud in my textbook, “Examine the role of women in World War II and the, both on the home front and in combat roles.”

He turns to you, leaning a little close, “so?” you stay quiet, not knowing what to answer since it isn’t even taught by your prof, or rather it was just a boring video that you didn’t payed attention in class. You mutter lowly, “dunno.”

He sigh and took out a chair and sat beside you, you grumble, “I didn’t think father also hired a tutor.” Your remark. “Well since you’re a woman, I think you should know this question. Isn’t women empowerment a thing?” he asked, you glared at him and punch him to his side, he didn’t budge and took your punch. He even thinks you punch cute.

“are you insulting me?” you said, “I didn’t say that.” He chuckle in amusement and took the back of your chair to scoot you close, he cleared his throat and took your pen. He points to the text and began, “women played a crucial role in world war two, what are those roles?” he asked, giving a pause and letting you answer but words didn’t come out of your mouth and just shrunk in your sit.

“eyes here, princess.” He took your jaw and gently force you to look at the textbook, “I’m not done explaining.” He added and continue, “women serves in various capacities, such as factory workers, nurses, and members or armed forces.” You listen attentively, never know that his voice sounded so nice when explaining things. Even kind enough to provide you answers.

“Countries like the Soviet Union, women served in combat roles as pilots, snipers, and partisans.”

“They held guns?”

“yes, they held guns.”

“I wanna hold a gun too.” You mutter and let your face fall to your textbook and turn your head, “continue.”

Leon nodded and stared at your face, then eyes on the textbook again. “Their contributions not only supported the war efforts but also challenged traditional gender roles and paved the way—” you cut him off.

“for greater gender equality in the post-war period.” You mutter lowly, Leon nodded and lean back to his chair, “and here I thought you didn’t know.” He gave you a faint smirk as he folds his arms. “that’s the only thing I heard when class ended.”

“you said your prof didn’t taught you this?” he raised a brow, “or did you simply didn’t listen to your lessons?”

You let out a ‘hmp’ and scoot your chair to your desk and statt working on your assignment, you were guilty but you didn’t want to admit that—you think it’ll make him a know-it-all. And your pride wouldn’t let you.

“You on your own? Or you still need me to break down history for you?”.

“You’re annoying.”

“that’s not the answer I’m looking for, princess.”

You ignored him, but he stayed incase you didn’t understand some parts and need him to explain to you. And he was right, you’d tap your pen again and it’s his cue to come and help you, you’re almost teary and at meltdown at your assignment.

Leon finds this amusing and stayed longer than intended.

You start yet another day, doing your usual routine but the twist is Leon will be and always will be following you around. As long as you don’t disappear from his sight, he won’t interfere.

Good news, you finish your assignment last night! Congratulations, you wouldn’t finish it then interrupt Sarina from her book without Leon’s help. Not only is he hot, but also smart—you felt a bit embarrassed that for someone you just met for the first time would be tutoring you.

But, hey. At least he is much better than those boys who tutor you in the past then ended up getting tutored by Sarina.

You made your bed, showered, pick an outfit to go to school to slay yet again. Leon could only watch you move and do your thing in the distance, you come downstairs get your breakfast as you finally got to the car that’ll drive you to school.

Plot twist: Leon must be there with you.

You hate that idea, since you felt awkward from last night—you go from hating him then needing him when there’s a topic that you know nothing about, Leon must be thinking you’re just crazy and having a terrible mood swing.

The whole car ride was a bit eerie, even the driver that drove you yesterday felt uneasy. You steal a glance and you turn away quickly because you realized that his eyes were always locked into you. His icy and cold gaze always following your every move, sounds creepy. Isn’t that the type of book trope that Sarina reads?

You can feel him tug a small smile from his lips then turning away, his expression quickly changing to a cold, unexpressive expression. Like this man doesn’t smile at his whole life.

Your bag on your lap, your attention out the window as you and Leon sat at the same seat quietly—keeping a good distance between the two of you until you finally arrived at your destination.

You gave the driver another tip and now, he felt like he can’t stop you from tipping him. You got out the car, and so does Leon’s. You can tell people at your back stop their tracks and take out their phones as if they have seen a real life celebrity—scratch that, he is a celebrity. This motherfucker saved the presidents daughter.

You don’t like the whispers, since Leon is with you—they’ll ask you questions if you two were a thing, why is Leon with you. How come the most dangerous agent is with a person like you.

You like gossips, really—you love the juicy drama and tea, but you don’t like getting involve into drama. They’ll spread it like wildfire, asking questions if they could have Leon’s phone number or that if you two did the deed and if so, is he good? Is he endowed? Fuck them.

Turning your back at him, he follows, “you can stop following me!” you hiss, “can’t do that, sweetheart.” Leon remark, his front touching your back—towering you from behind, you look up to meet his blues.

In others eyes, they could see two people flirting in school grounds, one an agent that dates a college student. Scandalous, isn’t it?

“you can’t always follow me, Leon!” you said and start to walk off, but Leon caught your wrist and turn you around to meet his eyes, “your father instruct me to protect you, I can’t go against your father’s will, now can I?”

You could hear giggles from other students, their phones out and recording—word could spread and come to the principal. “I can’t always have you here, Leon.”

“I won’t interrupt you, I just need to watch over you and ensure your safety, princess.” You snatch your wrist away, you groan and walked away whilst Leon follows. People think that they just witness a fucking conflict of a love story.

You went to the cafeteria to buy some drink, Leon’s outside the cafeteria—it was bustling with people and every people that pass by, they see the blonde agent and asked to take photos with him, which you don’t know if he declines of not.

You took your drink, striking a right time to lose your bodyguard—but there’s only one in and out of the cafeteria and Leon seems to be busy making small talks with the students, so—the first thing that came out from your mind is to run. It’s quite dumb, really. Leon could catch you for 10 seconds max and held you in place so you wouldn’t be a naughty girl.

But you still made a run for it, good thing you still hasn’t pluck the straw in and that your bag isn’t with you right now.

“hey, hey!” Leon yelled, his voice changing to a higher pitch tone, “get back here.” He said and rushes over you, adrenaline kicks in—Leon’s chasing you, not knowing you’re making a scene and people recording. They’ll think that two people are having a chase of their life romantically, but it isn’t. Leon is pissed, your pace began to slow down and before you knew it—you were swept off your feet as he threw you over his shoulder.

“Let me go!” you whine and hit his back a few couple of times, you feel him pat and slap your ass and taking a few deep breaths, “naughty girl.” He said and picked up the drink you dropped.

He picked up your bag where he left it since you asked him to watch it for you. “Now, where to?” he asked, sliding the strap over his shoulder, “Leon, stop! People are watching.” You whine and move your legs to get off.

“No worries, you’re getting the attention you deserve.”

“Stop!” your ear and cheeks burning hot red, you could only cover your face with your hands and just accepts defeat. “where to?” he asked again, “Library…”

You cover your face from the entire walk where Leon still has you in his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, Sarina was waiting for you in the library and Leon came in with you in his shoulder—peoples eyes dart to you and him when he entered, “girl, I have been waiting fo—” Sarina cut herself mid-sentence.

Leon puts you down, you’re facing him and your back at Sarina—you don’t wanna face your best friend now and be dumped with a bunch of questions. You lose balance and your covered face made contact with Leon’s chest, you don’t fucking care anymore. You’re too embarrassed to exist now.

Leon looked down and grab you to your shoulder and try to turn you around, you don’t want to and whine at him. Hiding yourself to him and hitting him repeatedly.

“Don’t be a brat now, princess.” Leon whispered, “or else, you’ll draw more attention—which you don’t want, right?” he added and that made you sit down with your friend and ignore Leon’s existence.

Sarina’s kept wandering back and forth to Leon, scooting over to you and giggling as she whispers unnecessary things like how luck you were and that if you two were a thing.

“He’s my bodyguard, the end. Period. End of story. No more question.” You said with gritted teeth, Saeina backs out and chuckle, “ok girl.” She rolled her eyes while Leon only watch.

“by the way, who’s that guy?” you point at the distance, male group with a few females across the room—one particular guy catches your attention, but hey—didn’t you say that you hate guys?

“Why do you asked? I mean, you have Leo—” you hit Sarina with her book closed and she let out a hiss of pain, “god fucking damn—” she curses and glared at you.

“I’m just asking, that doesn’t mean I’m interested.” Or are you? Leon cock a brow and turn his attention to the group with males and female student whispering among themselves and as if they were being held back at being loud.

A brunette guy snatches your attention, curly hair and his smile is something that made you drift you away from reality—as if time froze and it’s just you and him. But Leon isn’t having it, he has this feeling but he shouldn’t voice it out. He’s here for work, he shouldn’t give a shit about you having a little crush over a guy.

But the feeling is that the guy will be a playboy, that’s the vibe Leon is getting since there’s two girls surrounding him.

But who is he to judge?

Leon snapped your attention away, “if you have laser eyes, you could’ve burn through that guys face, you know that?” you hit him and sulk.

Sarina rolled her eyes, “girl, if you want him. Try to have him, I’m just saying that your bodyguard is so much better.” You try to hit her one more time but she dodges and ran out of the library.

But little did you know that the brunette turn his eyes and laid on you, you never knew but instead his gaze met Leon’s cold icy blues. You want to question Leon why he has his hand on your waist as he drags you out of the library.

You’re really in for a ride, aren’t you?

Next Chapter>>>

[zean-velian]

Greetings everbody! Hope you're having a great time today!. In this day i want to present to you all....!

¡¡¡The extravaganza of the life of Y/N Cookie!!!

It's just memes with Y/N Cookie's (a.k.a you) as the protagonist. Based around @brittle-doughie 's cookie-jar memes!

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Y/n cookie: you five are the most malicious cookies i've ever met

The beast cookies: we commited crimes far and wide across earth-bread just so web could "save" cookie-kind

[Cue to the polyamorous wedding between them and Y/N cookie]

The beast cookies *in thought* : we're not going to ask how this happened and we're gonna kiss the life and soul of this cute cookie

[After the wedding Y/N Cookie got their face covered up in lipstick marks red, ivory, blue, pink and purple and they're sitting on the floor all knocked-out]

Shadow Milk cookie *wearing lipstick of his color*: oh my, cutie~! What happened to your face~?

Shadow Milk cookie *turning to eternal sugar cookie and silent salt cookie that is without his helmet* : did you do that?

Eternal Sugar Cookie: we did not done that~

Silent Salt Cookie: *shakes their head in a "no" geasture*

Burning Spice Cookie: then... who did?

[They're all holding the urge to laugh]

Mystic flour Cookie: indeed... who did it?

[Laughter ensues]

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[This one happened when Y/N cookie and Chocolate Frosting Cookie where dating and they were on a hill looking at the moon]

Y/N Cookie: isn't this so beautiful it's just you and i under the moonlight~

Moonlight cookie: HEY! you should break-up with them and come to me Y/N Cookie!

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Sea Fairy Cookie: do you want to make out?

Y/N cookie: No

Sea Fairy Cookie: *cries internally* ne neither i want to sleep *snores laying on top of Y/N Cookie

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Fire Spirit Cookie: Have dinner with me!!! Please! Please! Please!

Y/N Cookie: how about we have it one night?

Fire Spirit Cookie: *sniffles* *sniff* Come on now!!! Every night

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[Y/N Cookie was sparring with Pitaya Dragon Cookie as usual and Pitaya managed to grab Y/N by the neck and put them on the ground]

Pitaya Dragon Cookie: i've finally caught you, you sleek crumb

Y/n Cookie: *pets their head*

Pitaya Dragon Cookie: *chuckles* did you really think that i would let you go by just head-patting me~?

Y/N Cookie: *stops petting*

Pitaya Dragon Cookie: Wait! I didn't say stop!

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[Ananas Dragon Cookie lifted Y/N Cookie off the ground using one hand]

Y/N Cookie: ...do i weight anything to you?

Ananas Dragon Cookie: no... it's like holding a couple of grapes [<-the fruit]

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[Y/N cookie was about to give Lotus Dragon Cookie a good-bye kiss but they did not want them to leave yet so, Lotus Dragon Cookie coiled their tail around Y/N cookie leaving the poor cookie trapped for witches know how long]

Y/N Cookie: I fell into a trap... i went for a good-bye kiss and now... they got me... and they won't let me go

Lotus Dragon Cookie: Mine~

Y/N Cookie: ok now alright, but. *struggles* humpf!

Lotus Dragon Cookie: Mine

Y/N Cookie: *struggles* eh!

Lotus Dragon Cookie: Mine...

Y/N Cookie: *struggles* ha!-

Lotus Dragon Cookie: Mine!

Y/N Cookie: witches dammit!

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[Lychee Dragon Cookie is tugging to the side of Y/N Cookie for affection some time later of their last interaction with them (in their Mangosteen Cookie disguise)]

Lychee Dragon Cookie: hey! Do you remember the last time you gave me your unwilling love and kindness?

Lychee Dragon Cookie: i would like some more now please

Y/N Cookie: ... well only if you apologize to Rambutan cookie and her tribe

Lychee Dragon Cookie: and if a don't?

Y/N Cookie: you don't get affection

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Y/N Cookie: i wish you were gay so we could make-out

Longan Dragon Cookie: who said i wasn't gay?

Y/N Cookie: ...

Longan Dragon Cookie: ...

[They made-out session between those two lasted 2 whole hours]

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[Golden Cheese Cookie after finding out that Y/N Cookie is depressed ]

Golden Cheese Cookie: crying all by yourself lovely~? Ah ha~ i also have severe depression, mind if join you~?

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Rye Cookie: Are ya a cowboy or a cowgirl?

Y/N Cookie: I'm just a cow

Rye Cookie: *proud* the purest answer

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Gelato Trio Cookie: this is Y/N Cookie, Y/N cookie loves their personal space

Gelato Trio Cookie: unfournately they're also the most wanted cookie in earth-bread for they're unique aura all of the cookies that get in presense of it also love Y/N Cookie's personal space

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White Lily Cookie: she was poetry but he couldn't read...

Hollyberry Cookie: his name was Jarred he's 19

Golden Cheese Cookie: when his parents built a strange machine

Pure Vanilla Cookie: watch that scene dig in the dancing queen~🎶!

Dark Cacao Cookie: Ay macarena!

Y/N cookie: *holding their laughter* horrible job everyone...

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Abyss Monarch Cookie: Will you stop it?! You're killing my emo legendary cookie personality

Y/N Cookie: who's a good octopi~?

Abyss Monarch Cookie: ... me ~<3

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Black Sugar Swan Cookie: you're dead and buried darling~

Y/N Cookie: and bricked! Ho ho! Hello!

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Y/N Cookie: did you know you can overdose in potassium?

Ion Robot Cookie: really?

Y/N Cookie: yes it's... bananas

Ion Robot Cookie: processing statement.... ha ha ha!

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Licorice Cookie: Hey uh... does your pet bite?

Red Velvet Cookie: first of all he's not a pet and second of all, no but he can hurt you in other ways

Chiffon: *bark* (Y/N Cookie will never love you)

Licorice Cookie: *heartbroken* *GASP* how dare you!?

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Elder Custard Cookie: You always are so positive about anything, always believing in that everything will work out, how do you do it?

Y/N Cookie: Well then i'll tell you my secret sir... i lie to myself, every morning when i wake-up i say "everything is going to work out" but i'm lying

Y/N Cookie: *grips on the elder shoulder* i don't know how much longer i can do 🫠 *lets go* have a good day sir!😁

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Snickerdoodle Cookie (a.k.a Y/N Cookie's Dad) : my child is in age to have a couple does anyone want to go out with them?

Shadow Milk Cookie: but sir your child already is ina relationship and it's with me and my now spouses

Snickerdoodle Cookie: You. Should. Be. Back. In. The. Tree

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And that is all for now! Hope you had fun reading and

!!!Catch ya Later!!!

[oliverstarksbae]

Picked up pieces

♡ hi, this is my first ever one shot, so this might be bad, but I hope you enjoy 😉

♡ summary: in which they realize they are made to pick each other pieces

Evan buckley was a player but that was before he met (y/n) she very much was the complete opposite "the ray of sunshine type of girl" So why did she fall in love with him beacuse behind the bad boy act was someone who was hurt and needed some one .

Now it was a normal Saturday he was at work she was at home doing some house work at there shared home made some food read a book and catch up on her favorite show

It had now hit 11pm Evans shift does not finish till 2 so she went to the living room and saw the news.

When she click channel 8 she heard "this is a live broadcast of a horrific hotel fire so far many firefighters are having a though time helping." said a red hair woman

(Y/n's) mind spiraled of what she heard but then took a worried breath beacus the first thing the she thought was ok maybe this is a different firehouse in the 118 area beacuse they were busy

She tried and tried to belive that but then she saw the 118 written on the firetruck that's when she panicked and started to pace around the house with her mind full of worry but it was still not his time to get off so she decided to look at her phone every 5 seconds for the time he gets off.

Evan buckley was stressed to say the least first he was trapped where there was a huge fire which he got out of beacuse he thought of who he cause the most for and how if he did not get out how many people would have been devastated

Then he was not able to save someone today which hurt worst then he thought it would.

He went on his phone and called (y/n) by pressing the contact lover girl <3 ❤️

Then the first thing he heard was, "OH MY GOD EVAN ARE YOU OK I WAS SO WORRIED I SAW ON THE NEW-"

"I'm fine" he replied with not so nice but not that serious tone still in shock on what happen

"Ok let me know when you get home E I love you" said (y/n)

" Yeah see you bye" he said not realizing that he did not say I love you back

(Y/n) on the other hand was confused but decided not to think much beacuse maybe he was tired?

*A few minutes later *

A knock sounded on the door she rushed up to it and ran to evan the give him a hug

"Oh my god, evan, I was so worried. I'm so glad you're ok." she pulled him into a hug, but then he started shaking, and it lok like he was going to cry?

"Evan are you ok? Ok-i-I- need you to calm down fallow my breathing ok?" He agreed while shaking and tears slowing coming down his face

"Baby, I need you to tell me why you are crying. Are you hurt-" he gulped and said, "No-no im-not"

"Ok did something happen?" She asked

"Yes-yes-some-thing-did," he said

"Ok, what happened? I need you to tell me when you're ready, ok?"

"I w-as g-etting some-one an-d we put h-Im on the gurny and in the amb-ul-an-ce he cod-ed" he said it while it replaying in his mind what happened

" E oh my God it's ok you did the best you can and you saved many people ok I love you I want you to know that"

"B-ut I didn't save them I ki-lled hi-m"

"Evan buckley do not think that way you did the best you can and your ability to risk your life every day for strangers now I think you should go take a shower and get ready for bed"

He replied with a happy gentle smile

After everyone was done they both hopped

Onto bad a cuddled she being to big spoon

And slowly he fell asleep but before he said.

"I love you so much and thank you for being there for me"

"Of course I am there for you now I'm tried so goodnight"

"Good night"

Before she fell asleep she thought about what she said and she knew he was hurt plot but she really didn't think it was bad enough for this to happen but she realizedThey were made for each to pick up the pieces other people broke

[smilingformoney]

Die With a Smile

Chapter IV. Turpin Victorious

Summary: Judge Turpin has a very, very good day - and Elliott's going to have to act fast if he wants to keep Mary around.

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As eager as Mary was to tell Lord Turpin what she’d found, she knew he wouldn’t appreciate her drenching his carpets with sewer water, so she went with Tommy into the staff entrance of the house, and stripped bare to use the wash basin there to clean herself up while the maid fetched her some clean clothes from Johanna’s room.

When the door to the staff washroom opened behind her, Mary thought it was the maid returning with her clothes, so she was surprised when she heard Elliott’s voice.

“Thank God you’re both alright. We’ve been worried sick.”

“Elliott!” Mary cried. She dropped the sponge in her hand, and promptly fell into his arms. “Oh, Elliott, I’m so glad you’re here. It was so frightening.”

Elliott held her in his arms, apparently unfazed by the fact that she was soaking wet. When she stepped back, she noticed first that she’d left a large wet patch on his shirt, and second that she was still stark naked.

“Oh!” she cried, her hands flying to cover her intimate parts, as if Elliott hadn’t already seen them up close. “I’m so sorry.”

“Nothing I haven’t seen,” Elliott smirked in a low voice. “But now’s not the time for that. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. Get yourself dry and dressed, then come and meet us in the parlour room, okay? His Lordship’s eager to know if you learned anything.”

Mary’s stomach twisted slightly as she remembered what she’d learned.

“Yes, of course. Thank you, Elliott.”

A few minutes later, Tommy showed Mary the passage that led from the staff rooms up into the house, emerging in the hallway. She knocked on the door to the parlour room and led Tommy inside when she heard Turpin’s voice call them in.

“Miss Taylor, at last,” Turpin said with relief. He’d been standing by the fire, but crossed the room now with a purposeful stride to approach her. He took her chin in his hand and raised her head to examine her, as if checking for any damage. “When Todd and Lovett left early, I feared they’d find you mid-search. Did you manage to evade them?”

“Yes, my Lord, we were in the cellar when they returned. We managed to escape through the sewer. I don’t think they saw or followed us.”

“Through the sewer?” Turpin repeated, wrinkling his nose with disgust at the thought. “Elliott told me you’d washed before coming to me. No wonder. Come, sit, tell me everything you learned.”

Mary let him lead her to the fireside and sat in one of the armchairs. Tommy stood at her side, ready to speak only when spoken to, and Turpin sat in the other chair. Elliott, who’d been watching out the window when Mary arrived, moved over to stand by the mantle.

Both men listened carefully as Mary explained what she’d discovered, and both men baulked visibly when she described her discovery in the meat bin.

“Did you see this too, boy?” Turpin asked Tommy.

“Yes, sir. They was definitely human bodies, sir.”

“As foul as such a thing is, the good news is we have plenty to arrest Todd on,” Turpin said with certainty. “Lovett too. Possibly the boy as well.”

“But, sir, won’t they hide the evidence now if they think someone’s been snooping around? We left the door to the cellar open, and the trap door in the barber shop.”

“They can dispose of the bodies and the clothing, yes. Cleaning up the blood stains you mentioned might be more difficult. But they can’t dispose of the most key evidence, Miss Taylor - your witness testimony. You will speak in court if necessary, yes?”

“You can’t ask that of her!” Elliott interjected. “To put herself at risk of Barker’s vengeance —”

Turpin waved a hand dismissively. “He won’t be able to exact much vengeance when he’s dead. And I intend on sending him to the gallows immediately. I’ll send the Beadle to arrest him now, in fact; then he’ll be safely behind bars.”

Turpin stood, took a step in the direction of the door, then paused. He put a hand on Mary’s shoulder, then said, “You’ve done very well tonight, Miss Taylor. Very well indeed.”

He granted her a small smile, then strode out of the room. Elliott stared after him with narrowed eyes; when he saw Mary looking up at him, his expression softened and he took the now-empty armchair.

“You’re sure you’re alright, Mary?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m fine. Shaken up, but… I’m okay, really. I’m more worried about Tommy.”

She turned to her brother and took his hand, but he just shrugged and smiled.

“I’m okay too. Just glad you’re safe.”

“Well, we’re all okay, and we’re all glad for it,” Elliott said with a nod. “Now, there’s food leftover from dinner and quite a bit of it, so let’s get you both into the dining room, you must be starving. You’ll eat at the table tonight, Tommy, and I’ll hear nothing less of it. If Lord Turpin disagrees, I’ll remind him that it was both of you that brought him the information he needed. The least he can do is afford to feed Tommy some leftovers.”

“Oh, thank you, sir!” Tommy said with wide eyes. “That’s most kind!”

If Turpin did have any issue with Tommy eating at the table, he didn’t voice them when he joined them sitting at the table as Mary and Tommy finished off some of the leftovers.

“You’ll be glad to know Barker has just been arrested,” Turpin said smugly. “As have Lovett and the boy. I watched from across the street as the Beadle arrested them, it was too sweet not to witness it myself. He’ll be brought before me first thing on Monday, and he’ll hang shortly after.”

“Happy news indeed,” Elliott said. He took a sip from the glass of whisky he’d been nursing while Mary and Tommy ate. “Looks like we’ll all be sleeping soundly come Monday night.”

Thinking of his plan to wed Mary, Turpin smiled as he looked at her. Yes, he’d be sleeping very soundly on Monday night. He’d sentence and hang Barker, then propose to Mary, all in the space of a day. Monday was shaping up to be a very fine day indeed - but first, tomorrow was Sunday, and he had church to attend.

- - -

Mary woke up on Monday in Elliott’s arms. It was fast becoming her favourite part of the day. As much as she enjoyed the ways they’d kiss and explore each other’s bodies at night, her favourite moment was still when she’d wake up in the morning, soft and comfortable in the bed with Elliott’s arms around her protectively. When he woke, he would kiss her sleepily, and the way he smiled when he’d see her in his arms was enough to make her heart burst.

“I love waking up like this,” Mary said, her voice still heavy with sleep.

Elliott hummed in agreement. “Yes… it makes me never want to leave.”

Mary’s heart dropped at the word leave. She’d forgotten Elliott was only visiting London.

“Are… are you leaving very soon?” she asked in a quiet voice.

“Wednesday.”

“Oh, that is very soon!” Mary sighed and held him a little tighter. “I hoped you’d stay longer. I don’t want this to end.”

“Perhaps it doesn’t have to… you could come with me.”

Mary gasped and looked up at him, eyes wide. “Really? Do you mean that?”

“I don’t say things I don’t mean. Come to Sussex with me, Mary. My uncle’ll be glad to have you, I’m sure. He has daughters and granddaughters you can make friends with. And his manor is out in the countryside — you can finally see the world outside of London.”

“The countryside! Oh, I’d love that! Will there be animals, do you think? I’d so love to see some animals.”

Elliott smiled at her endearing enthusiasm. “Yes, I’m sure you’ll be able to see some animals. They’ll have horses, for certain. I could teach you to ride, if you like. Is that a yes?”

“Oh, yes, Elliott, please!” Mary squealed, peppering his face with grateful kisses. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Elliott chuckled and countered her kisses with kisses of his own. They ended up in fits of giggles, trying to shush each other lest their laughter carry down the hallway.

They managed to make themselves presentable just in time for breakfast, which was a more jovial affair than usual. Mary was happy because she was going on an exciting trip with Elliott, who was happy in turn because he was going to get out of London and bring Mary with him. Turpin, meanwhile, was in a good mood because that morning he’d be sentencing Sweeney Todd, who’d been in gaol since Saturday.

The sentencing itself went smoothly. Mary and Elliott sat in the gallery, Mary ready to speak and give evidence if necessary, and Elliott ready to support her. The news of the accusations against Todd and Lovett had spread quickly, so the gallery was packed full of Londoners hoping to see justice done against the man who’d murdered so many of their own and the woman who’d fed them back to them through the pie shop. The busy gallery meant that Mary and Elliott could sit close without raising any eyebrows, though just to be safe she placed her shawl between them to hide the fact they were holding hands.

When both Todd and Lovett pled not guilty, an angry roar came up from the gallery, and Turpin had to call for order. Elliott squeezed Mary’s hand comfortingly, and when she was called up to give evidence, he wished her good luck as she stood and an usher led her to the witness box.

She swore her oath on the Bible, then turned her attention to Turpin, who looked at her with the stern expression he’d been wearing all morning, giving no indication that they were familiar.

“State your name for the court, please.”

“Mary Taylor.”

“Miss Taylor, please describe the events that took place at number 62, Fleet Street on Saturday last, and spare no detail.”

The entire court sat in rapt attention as Mary described what had happened, and when she came to describe the human body parts she’d found in the bin of the meat grinder, audible gasps came from the gallery.

“…and so we escaped through the sewer, my Lord.”

Turpin nodded and made a note. “Thank you, Miss Taylor, that will be all. You may withdraw.”

Mary went back to the gallery, trying to avoid Todd’s glare as she passed, and was grateful to be by Elliott’s side again as she sat down.

“Well done, Mary,” Elliott whispered. He placed the shawl over their laps again and took her hand. “You were marvellous. Very brave.”

Mary smiled shyly, and she squeezed his hand in thanks.

“Benjamin Barker, Nellie Lovett, please stand up,” Turpin’s authoritative voice boomed across the courtroom. “You have both pled not guilty to the crimes accused, however, on the overwhelming evidence and the persuasive witness testimony, I am bound to find you both guilty. Due to the egregious nature of your crimes, I sentence you both to hang by the neck until you are dead. You may go down.”

The public in the gallery cheered, but Mary just felt relieved. Soon, Todd would be executed and she’d no longer be in any danger from him.

Todd and Lovett were escorted away, and Turpin called for the luncheon adjournment. The public began to file out of the courtroom, and Mary prepared to follow once their row emptied, but instead she was approached by the Beadle, who informed her Judge Turpin wanted to see her.

“I’ll wait for you outside,” Elliott said, squeezing her hand one last time before letting go and handing her back her shawl.

Mary followed the Beadle to Turpin’s chambers at the back of the court, wondering what he could want from her at a time such as this.

The Beadle closed the door behind her when she entered the room, leaving Mary alone with Turpin, who had taken off his wig and was now taking off his robe.

“Ah, Miss Taylor,” he smiled. “Just the lady I wanted to see. Come here.”

He beckoned her over as he sat at his desk, his chair pushed out slightly so he could face her as she obeyed his order and stood before him.

“You did marvellous today, dear,” Turpin said, his eyes raking her up and down as he spoke. “Just as you did on Saturday. Without you, Todd would still be out there, murdering people and poisoning others. You should be very proud.”

“Thank you, sir. I’m glad to have made a difference to London, sir. And… and I’m glad to have been of assistance to you. I understand you and Todd had a history.”

“History is one way of putting it,” Turpin snorted. “He was Johanna’s father. It was because of his crimes fifteen years ago that she ended up alone. Fortunately I had the fortitude to take her in. Committing any sort of crime is one thing, but what sort of man commits a crime knowing when he’s sentenced he’ll be leaving his child without her father?” He shook his head sadly.

“My Lord, might - might I ask a question?”

Turpin reached out to take her hand in his and smiled. “You may ask me anything, my dear.”

“What happened to Johanna?”

Turpin sighed. “It’s a very sad story, Miss Taylor. She betrayed my trust by trying to leave without my consent. I had no choice but to send her away to… think on her sins.”

Mary frowned, confused. “She tried to leave? Why would she do that, sir?”

Turpin looked at her curiously, as if her response had been entirely unexpected.

“She was led astray by a rogue sailor. I tried to protect her, but…” He sighed. “Some people, it seems, don’t appreciate the kindness they’re shown.”

“Well, I hope you know how grateful I am for your kindness, sir,” Mary said earnestly, taking a step towards him. “I may have spent the last few days in hiding from a madman, but I never once felt unsafe so long as I was under your roof.”

Turpin smiled and sat up slightly, leaning towards her in his seat. “Yes, I’m sure you’re very grateful, Miss Taylor. You appreciate what I do for you, don’t you? We’ll have to think of a way you can show your gratitude… Tell me, have you ever kissed a man?”

Mary’s cheeks blushed. “Y - yes…” she said trepidatiously, worried Turpin knew about her nights with Elliott.

“How many?”

“Just - just one, sir…”

“Just one. Hmm.” His eyes flashed dangerously, and he pulled her closer with hunger in his eyes, until she was standing between his thighs. “Why don’t you show me what he taught you?”

“…Sir?”

Turpin let go of her hand and cupped her cheeks with both hands, holding her face firmly in place.

“Kiss me, Miss Taylor. Show me your gratitude and kiss me.”

Tentatively, Mary leant forward to give him a peck on the lips - and he tightened his hold on her, keeping her from moving her lips away from his.

He kissed her fiercely, tongue demanding entrance at her lips, and she had no choice but to acquiesce. His tongue explored her mouth as if he simply had to cover every inch of her mouth with his spit.

Mary had no idea what to do with her hands, so she placed them on his shoulders. Turpin grabbed her right hand and brought it down between his legs, forcing her palm to sit over the very hard bulge that was threatening to escape from his trousers.

He unstuck his face from hers to say, “You know what this is?”

Mary nodded.

“Feel how hard it is? That’s all your doing. Ever since my cousin brought you to me last week, I’ve been plagued by this. Now, what do you propose we do about it, hm?”

He didn’t need to elaborate; Mary knew exactly what he meant.

She obeyed automatically, sinking to her knees between his legs to begin unbuckling his belt. Turpin groaned as the tension eased, and when she unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his cock out, her eyes widened instinctively. Elliott’s was large enough, but Turpin’s cock was definitely bigger.

Turpin chuckled when he saw her reaction.

“Don’t worry, darling. I know it might seem too big, but — ohhh.”

He cut himself off with a groan when Mary licked a line from the base of his shaft, then wrapped her lips around the tip. He gripped the arms of his chair tightly, trying to resist grabbing her head and guiding her. She seemed to be a natural born cocksucker, and he wanted to see just how skilled she was.

“Oh, yes… yes, that’s it, Miss Taylor… you’re a fucking natural.”

She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, holding it at a comfortable angle as she slipped a little further down, her tongue lapping at his tip to taste the liquid that was beginning to drip from it. She began to panic about breathing, then remembered Elliott’s tip about breathing through her nose, and carefully took steady breaths through her nostrils as she eased Turpin’s cock further into her mouth.

When she’d taken him as far as she could go, she was hardly even halfway down his shaft. She’d have to use her hand for the rest of it.

“Oh, good girl,” Turpin growled when Mary’s hand began stroking his shaft. She kept moving her hand steadily while her breathing evened out and her jaw adjusted to his size. When she felt comfortable with her breathing, she began slowly bobbing her head, running her tongue up and down his shaft as her lips tugged on the skin of his cock.

“Fuck, Miss Taylor… who taught you to do this, hm? Or are you just a natural? I bet you are. Just made to suck cock. Mmm, that’s it, suck harder - faster —”

He couldn’t resist any longer. Turpin grabbed Mary’s head by the hair, holding her in place as he thrust his hips upwards, fucking up into her mouth. His tip teased at the entrance to her throat, and Mary began to panic. Elliott had promised to teach her slowly how to open her mouth, and she was nowhere near ready yet. So with Turpin’s cock getting dangerously close to her throat, Mary began to choke, her eyes watering as she struggled to breathe through her nose.

“That’s it, Miss Taylor, good girl… yes, take your Lord’s cock… take my cum too, take all of it… ugh… fu-uck!”

Turpin cried out incoherently as he came, his warm seed filling Mary’s mouth, and she had no choice but to swallow around his cock; she didn’t think he would appreciate it if she let it leak back onto him.

He stayed still for a few moments as he came down from his high, his hands still holding Mary’s head in place as his cock softened in her mouth, and she realised he was savouring the feeling of her swallowing the last of his seed.

Finally, he tugged on her hair and pulled her head back, letting his softened cock fall limp as Mary gasped for air. Turpin wiped her chin with his thumb to clean up his cum, then slipped his thumb between her lips to have her lick it clean.

“Fucking incredible,” he groaned with satisfaction. He closed his eyes for a moment, then sighed. “Unfortunately I can’t keep you here all day. I must get back to work. Get yourself home, darling. We’ll discuss your future tonight.”

“Y - yes, sir,” Mary mumbled, standing obediently. She wiped her lips, then smoothed down her hair, hoping she didn’t look a mess.

Turpin gestured for her to leave, but when she was halfway to the door, Turpin said, “Are you a virgin, Miss Taylor?”

Mary froze, but she turned back to Turpin to look at him with a blush. He was standing now, pulling his judge’s robe back over his shoulders.

“Yes, my Lord. You know I’ve never been married, sir.”

Turpin hummed with amusement. “Yes, of course I do. Saving yourself for marriage, yes? Well, I dare say you’ll make an excellent wife.”

“Th - thank you, sir,” Mary said shyly. She gave him a small curtsey, then left the room, her mind reeling at what had just happened, confused and bewildered at the feelings that were running amok inside her.

Turpin, however, had no such uncertainty. He knew how he felt, he knew what he wanted, and he knew what he was going to do to get it.

He knew what he was going to do to get her.

- - -

Judge Turpin was, for the first time, distracted in court. He was usually so focused, listening carefully to counsel in order to make the right decision. Yet, today, his mind was elsewhere.

How, though, could he be expected to concentrate on such dull matters as the afternoon presented, when he had more important things in mind?

More important things such as the image now seared into his mind of Mary with her lips around his cock, yet still she blushed afterwards when he asked about her innocence. What a natural she was. And what a natural she would be.

The afternoon stretched out for what felt like an eternity, but finally 4 o’clock came around, and he was able to adjourn court for the day.

He hummed to himself as he made his way down the steps of the Old Bailey, his purposeful strides telling any passing lawyer that might have had a question for him that he had business to attend to, and they’d be smart to stay out of his way.

The only person who dared to speak to him was Beadle Bamford, but as they could walk and talk, Turpin allowed his old friend to converse with him.

“You’re in a merry mood today, my Lord,” said the Beadle. “I suppose you’re glad to be rid of Todd, sir?”

“Yes, very much so. Make sure his execution is prompt, will you? Not least because the public will be eager to see my justice be done.”

“Very good, sir. If I might inquire, sir - what business did you have with the girl at lunch?”

Turpin smirked. “Gorgeous little thing, isn’t she? And so eager to please. I’ll be proposing to her tonight.”

“Ah, sir! Happy news indeed. I’m sure she’ll be more loyal than Johanna ever was, sir. Might I suggest —”

“No, you might not. Last time I asked your advice on proposing, you sent me to a barber who was hellbent on murdering me. Mary will give me her hand, of course. She made it quite clear to me today that she would be a willing wife. And why not? She’s nobody. She knows that only by marrying me does she have a chance of becoming somebody.”

The house was quiet when Turpin arrived; while taking his coat, the butler informed him that Elliott was at the Post Office, and Mary was in the parlour room.

Turpin had no reason to wait. He headed straight for the parlour room and entered to find Mary sitting by the fire, a cross-stitch in her hands. She looked the very image of perfection, like a dutiful wife waiting for her husband to come home.

“Oh, Lord Turpin! I hadn’t heard you return.” Mary put the cross-stitch aside and stood to greet him. “I found a half-finished cross-stitch of Johanna’s, I hope it’s okay I was working on it. Is there something I can do for you?”

“Why, yes, there is, Miss Taylor,” Turpin said as he stepped into the room, his hands behind his back as joined her at the fireside. “Did you enjoy our walk last Saturday?”

“Oh, yes, I did, sir. It was ever so lovely.”

Turpin smiled. “Good, good. I enjoyed your company greatly.”

“Why, thank you, sir. That’s very kind of you to say. I also found your company enriching. If I may say, sir, I find you ever so interesting to talk to. You always have a fascinating tale to tell.”

Turpin took a step closer to her and brushed her cheek with his knuckles, stroking her face gently. “I also enjoyed our little visit today.”

Mary blushed, her face immediately flushing red.

“I, erm… I also enjoyed it, sir,” she said quietly, glancing away.

“I’m sure you did. You’ll recall what I said to you on Saturday, that I might allow you to stay with me?”

“Yes, sir…”

“Well… it seems you’ve definitely proven you can give me something in return for my generosity.”

“Sir…”

Turpin’s gentle touch on her cheek turned suddenly fierce as he pulled her close to him and took her head in his hands. He leaned down, his lips close to hers, almost touching. Mary found herself wishing he’d close the gap, but she daren’t do it herself…

“Marry me.”

“…Sir?”

“You heard me. Marry me, Miss Taylor. What better show of gratitude than your very self, hm? Your heart, your soul… and in time, children. I’d certainly be agreeable to the four you desire.”

Mary stammered, flabbergasted. She hadn’t expected this at all. Lord Turpin, proposing to her? But why? She was nobody, she could offer him nothing that another woman couldn’t.

And - it was crazy, she knew, but part of her had harboured hope that Elliott might propose in time. She liked Lord Turpin well enough, although she was terrified of him, and she had to admit she found him attractive. But she had something with Elliott she had never had with anyone else.

Then again… Elliott would be leaving. He had a home and a business in Australia. Whatever they had between them would be nothing more than a passing fancy.

“Sir, what - what about my brother?” Mary managed to stammer once the shock had worn off, although the way Turpin was now kissing her neck suggested he’d already taken her stunned silence as a yes.

“Your brother is not your father. He has no say in these matters,” Turpin said between kisses.

“No, but I’m his only carer. What would happen to him if we marry?”

“I suppose his care falls to me. I’ll send him off to school.”

“Really?” Mary gasped. “Sir, do you mean it?”

“Yes, yes, why not? Don’t make me wait any longer, I implore you. Give me your answer.”

“Yes,” Mary breathed. “Yes, my Lord, I’ll marry you.”

Turpin grinned, then grabbed her by the waist and spun her in the air. She squealed in surprise, never having expected the stoic Lord Turpin to make such an expression of joy.

“Oh, darling, you’ve made me so happy. Now, you know by now I’m not a patient man. Arrangements have been made already; we’ll be wed next Monday at St Dunstan’s.”

“Next Monday!” Mary repeated in surprise. “But that’s so soon!”

“Yes, but I don’t wish to wait any longer. Now, there’s a wedding dress in the wardrobe you might have seen - it was meant for Johanna, but I wish for you to have it. You can take it in to fit you, yes?”

“Oh, um - yes, I think so.”

“Excellent,” Turpin grinned. “Oh, my darling, you’ll make such a wonderful wife…”

He kissed her, his lips consuming hers possessively, and though Mary was taken aback, she quickly melted into his touch, allowing his strong arms to wrap around her waist and hold her tightly against himself.

Mary wrapped her arms around his shoulders, clinging onto him desperately, and from the desperation and passion of the kiss, she wondered if he’d have the patience to wait for the wedding night to have her.

“Interrupting, am I?”

Mary gasped for breath as Turpin’s lips suddenly detached from hers. He put a little distance between them, but still kept one arm firmly around her waist as he turned to greet his cousin.

“Not at all, cousin. You’ll be the first to hear the happy news: Mary has agreed to be my wife. We’ll be wed next Monday.”

“Really?”

Mary could hear the annoyance in Elliott’s voice. She looked over at him, but had to look away quickly when she saw the way he was seething at the sight he’d walked into.

“I believe the word you’re looking for is congratulations,” Turpin said firmly, drawing Mary closer to him.

Elliott gave his cousin a smile that didn’t quite seem genuine. “Of course. Congratulations to you both. Monday, you say? Well, a shame I’ll miss it. I’m leaving for Sussex on Wednesday; I’ve just now written to my uncle telling him to expect me. I suppose you won’t want to come along now, Mary?”

“Oh, um… I would still like to come for a few days, if that’s alright.”

Turpin looked at her sternly. “Leaving me so soon, my darling?”

“Well, if it’s alright with you, sir… Elliott did invite me to visit Sussex with him, and I would so love to see the countryside.”

Turpin pondered for a moment. As much as he wanted her close by… perhaps spending the week apart would do them good. It would give him cause to resist taking her before their wedding day, at least.

“Very well, you may go.”

“Oh, thank you, sir! You’re most kind.”

“Yes, yes, I know I am. I want you back no later than Saturday evening, you understand me? I’ll be expected to bring you to church on Sunday morning.”

“Yes, of course, sir.”

“Good. Now, if you’re to be away most of the week, you should get a start on your dress now, shouldn’t you? Go on, I’ll see you at dinner.”

“Yes, sir.”

Mary gave him a small curtsey, then left the room, but not without passing Elliott first - who refused to look at her as she went.

She worked all evening on the dress, pausing only when dinner was called, and once she’d eaten she begged Turpin’s leave to return to working on the dress. Glad to see her eager to perfect the dress she’d marry him in, Turpin allowed it, and Mary spent the rest of her evening concentrating on taking the dress in, though her thoughts kept wandering back to the whirlwind of a day. Not only had Lord Turpin proposed to marry her, but he seemed positively enthused about it, eager even. What qualities could she possibly possess that would make him so giddy to marry her?

Whatever it was, Mary had only one priority in mind, the same she’d had since she was very small: Tommy. And if Lord Turpin would put Tommy into school, then her hand in marriage was the least Mary could offer him in return.

- - -

She was so tired by the time she finished the dress, she was acting on instinct more than anything when she got ready for bed and crossed the hallway to sleep in Elliott’s bed. It was only when she was woken by his opening the door that it crossed her mind that perhaps he wouldn’t want her there now she was engaged to his cousin.

“Now, this is bold of you,” Elliott murmured as he climbed into the bed beside her. He wrapped an arm around her torso and pulled her close against him. “Do you expect to marry my cousin and have me on the side?”

“I’m sorry, I - I didn’t even think,” Mary confessed. She tried to turn over to look at him, but he was holding her too tightly for her to move. “I’m so used to coming to this bed… I’ll leave if you want…”

“Absolutely fucking not,” Elliott growled against her ear. “If I only have five more nights with you, Mary, I’m going to make them count.”

He hitched her nightgown up around her waist, and she felt his erection pressing up against her thighs. It was then that she realised she couldn’t feel a nightshirt against her back - only his bare flesh. His arms were bare too.

“Elliott, are you… naked?”

He chuckled. “Oh, yes. Not much point putting any sleeping clothes on since I do very little sleeping when you’re in this bed.”

Mary could feel the tip of his cock prodding between her thighs. Elliott rocked his hips against her, and she felt it slip between the flesh of her thighs.

“Elliott —”

“Shh, don’t worry. I’m not going to put it in. I’m just going to show you a clever little trick… hold still for me, Mary.”

He pushed against her again, and she felt his cock slide past her thighs… she looked down and, sure enough, it was poking out the other side, his tip pressed against her sweet spot.

“Mhm… this won’t take long, sweetheart. I’ve been thinking about doing this all day.”

He began thrusting his hips against her, as if he were taking her from behind… but his cock simply slid over her entrance, close enough to pick up the slickness she made so easily for him, but instead of slipping inside, his tip rubbed up against her clit, causing her to let out a small moan.

“Shh, now… we don’t want your dear fiance hearing us, do we? God forbid he think - ugh - you’re not the sweet little virgin he’s been lusting after. Don’t want him calling it off, now, do we?”

“He - he wouldn’t call it off for that —”

“Oh, come now, sweetheart. Why do you think he proposed? He wants this. He wants you to give him your virginity, and he knows you won’t give it freely unless you’re married. Ohh, this feels so good, and I’m not even inside you…”

He began moving his hips faster, apparently unperturbed by the sounds of their flesh connecting. He was too lost in the feeling of Mary’s warmth pressed against him, the sound of the moans she muffled into the pillow. He squeezed her nipple, causing her to squeak, and it only spurred him on.

He found he suddenly didn’t care if Turpin heard them, or even caught them. Let him find them - let him see that Mary belonged in Elliott’s arms, that she was already so easily wet for him… maybe he should take her virginity anyway, claim her for his own as she should be. Turpin would never want her then, and she’d be Elliott’s for the taking… his to fuck, his to marry, his to love…

“You’re mine, Mary,” Elliott growled into her ear as he felt his cock ready to burst at any second. “He may marry you, but you’ll - always - be - mine.”

He bit down on her shoulder as he came, his seed spilling onto her stomach and onto the sheets, and if he hadn’t muffled himself against her skin he might have cried out her name loud enough that their host most certainly would have heard him.

Elliott relaxed as he came down from his high, and he withdrew his cock from between her legs, leaving a trail of sticky cum across her thighs as he did so. He sighed with relief, glad the tension had left his body, and was just about ready to fall asleep right there, Mary in his arms and his seed left across her skin.

He could feel her fidgeting in his arms though, and Elliott opened his eyes to see that she was squeezing her thighs together, her arse inadvertently rubbing back against him.

“Oh, darling, did I leave you wanting?” he cooed.

Mary whined, and Elliott knew exactly what she needed.

“Well, you’re going to have to learn to look after yourself soon enough. Lord knows my cousin won’t give you any relief. I doubt he even knows where the clitoris is.”

“Elliott, please…”

“No, no. You know where it is now. Use your fingers. Make yourself cum. I want to see you pleasure yourself.”

“I - I don’t —”

“Here.” Elliott took her hand in his and guided it between her legs. He took her index finger and placed the tip against her little nub, not so little now as it was swollen with arousal. “Go on.”

He pulled his hand away and watched as Mary tentatively ran her finger in a small circle. It was a glorious sight, watching her explore herself and learn how she liked to be touched… Elliott had to resist touching her, letting her figure it out for herself, and he grinned when of her own accord she fondled her breast with her spare hand.

“Yes, that’s it… good girl… you’ll think of me whenever you do this. Even with another man in your bed, you’ll think of me every time you touch yourself… think of the ways I gave you pleasure that he never could…”

“Elliott…”

He could feel his cock twitching back to life, but who could blame it when she was making such sweet sounds? Moaning his name quietly, because she didn’t want her fiance to know she was touching herself to another man. It would take all of Elliott’s strength not to just take her.

“Elliott, would - would you kiss me?”

As if she needed to ask. Elliott leaned down and kissed her just as she requested, and when she muffled a moan against his lips, Elliott knew his cock was ready to go again. He took it in his hand and tugged on it, inelegantly jerking off to the way her body began to tremble as she brought herself to her peak.

She muffled her orgasm by grabbing the back of Elliott’s neck and holding his face firmly against hers, trapping her moans in her throat; that was the final straw for Elliott, and he came a second time, his seed spilling into his hand as he kissed Mary through both their muffled orgasms.

Her lips were red and swollen when finally they parted from his, both of them hot and sticky with hands covered in themselves, and it was only when they’d each cleaned up and she’d climbed back into bed with him that either of them spoke.

“Elliott?”

“Hm?”

“I… I just want you to know… I’d have preferred you.”

He frowned. “What?”

“If - if I had a choice - I’d have preferred to marry you. I know you probably wouldn’t ask, but —”

“Mary. Are you daft?”

She looked up at him with confused eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“Are you saying you only said yes to my cousin because you thought I wasn’t going to ask?”

“Well… he promised to put Tommy in school. I couldn’t risk it… if I said no, I couldn’t change my mind. And, well, what are the chances you’d both ask?”

Elliott shook his head incredulously. “You silly girl, Mary. Of course I wanted to ask.”

“You… you did?”

“Yes! Why do you think I took you out to dinner? Why do you think I invited you to Sussex? I wanted you to get to know me, to show you I could be a good husband…”

“Oh, Elliott!” Mary sobbed, tucking her head against his shoulder to hide her face. “I didn’t think you’d want to marry someone like me… I thought I was just a passing fancy, that once you left you’d forget all about me…”

“Who could forget about you, Mary? I want you to come with me… I hoped to propose in Sussex and you’d move to Australia with me as my wife.”

“But don’t you see, I can’t!” Mary cried. She looked up at him, her big doe eyes wet with tears. “Tommy’s here, I can’t just leave him!”

“Well, obviously he’d come with us.”

“R - really?”

“Of course. Oh, Mary, you daft thing. Do you think I just wanted to stick my cock down your throat a few times and leave? I want you, in every way, and I’m not such a fool to think that doesn’t include Tommy. Hey - hey, come now, none of that.”

She was crying now, sobbing against his shoulder, and Elliott carefully wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back soothingly.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. It’s alright. Shh.”

“I thought - I thought it was my only chance - he promised —”

“Shh, shh, I know. I know. He’ll say anything to get what he wants. Maybe he’d follow through on it, I don’t know… but I assure you I would give you and Tommy the best life I can. And I will, if you’ll let me.”

Mary sniffed and looked up at him. “You mean…?”

“Well, I’d hoped to ask you in a more romantic way, but yes. I want to marry you, Mary. If you want me… I’m yours.”

“Oh, Elliott, I do want you! But - but I already said yes to Lord Turpin. I can’t rescind that!”

“Why not? You’ve not married him yet.”

“No, but… he’d be so angry, and he’s so powerful. Who knows what he would do?”

“Then we don’t tell him. We marry in Sussex before the week is out. I’ll write back to him, tell him he’s too late, I’ve already claimed you as my own. He won’t be interested once you’re no longer a virgin, that’s all he wants you for.”

“No, that’s - that’s not true… he likes me, he told me so himself…”

“I’m sure he does, you’re very likeable. But he’s not interested in liking you, he just wants to fuck you.”

Mary opened her mouth to deny it, but she remembered the conversation she’d had with Turpin on Saturday. Insufferable, that’s what he’d called women. The thought of having to care for a wife didn’t appeal to him at all… not until today, apparently. Not until she’d sucked his cock and inadvertently shown him what he’d get out of her as a wife.

Elliott grunted with surprise when Mary suddenly climbed on top of him, her lips on his. He didn’t protest, happily kissing her back, anything to show her that she ought to be with him. Her nightgown was still hitched up around her waist, so he could feel her heat pressing against his cock, which was having the time of its life as it began to get hard again as she rubbed herself up against him, seemingly trying to wake it back up again.

“Mary, what are you doing?”

“Making my choice,” she whispered.

She reached between them and took his cock in her hand, trying to guide it to the right spot, and Elliott grabbed her shoulders to still her when he realised what she was trying to do.

“Mary, stop.”

“You said he won’t want me if I’m not a virgin,” she explained. “So take it. Take my virginity, Elliott, please. I want to give it to you.”

Elliott groaned in frustration. If there was a God, He was seriously testing his patience.

“Not like this, Mary. I don’t want it as some sort of… strategy.”

“But you want it, don’t you?”

“Yes, I want it. You don’t know how much I want it, Mary… but we’ll wait until we’re married. Alright? It’ll be just a few days. Please, Mary, I need you to get off me, I’m not sure my actions can match my words right now…”

Mary nodded, and she climbed off him, rolling back onto the bed.

“And I… I think you should sleep in your bed tonight. The temptation’s too strong for both of us.”

“…Alright,” Mary agreed reluctantly. She climbed out of the bed and pulled her nightdress back down past her knees. “Good night, Elliott.”

“Good night, Mary. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Quietly, Mary snuck out of Elliott’s room and crossed back to hers. She’d barely closed the door when, unbeknownst to her, Turpin’s bedroom door opened and he stepped out. By the time he’d taken down the painting and put his eye up against the hole in the wall, Mary was back in the bed.

When she pulled her nightdress up to reach between her legs again, Mary had no idea she was being watched. And as he saw her begin to pleasure herself, Turpin had no reason to believe she was thinking of anyone other than him. Elliott didn’t hear the sound of the other man rubbing his cock in the hallway; even if he had, he might have confused it for the sound of his own cock in his hand.

Mary had to muffle herself when she came, with no idea Elliott and Turpin were both touching themselves to her, Elliott to the fresh memory of her rubbing herself against him and Turpin to the sight of her touching herself, thinking she must have been having thoughts of him.

Turpin came into his hand as he watched Mary’s body trembling in her bed, and he was gone by the time Elliott came shortly after, spilling his seed for the third time that night, and all three of them went to sleep separate but satisfied, none of them any the wiser to the other’s actions.

[renren-006]

Hi could you do something with fezco where he has a big fight with reader(girlfriend) with a happy ending

You Did a Bad Thing Twice| Fezco x Reader

Word Count: 1468 Warnings: Angst, drugs, language, fluff A/N: hey!! so i decided to have a little fun and have a little twist with this one hope you like it!!

You were the most curious person ever, just like that cat that couldn't keep to herself, you couldn't either. "Curiosity killed the cat"

As it was you were a curious person and Fezco knew that, and he knew that it would also mean one day it would blow up in his face. So when there were situations where you were too curious for your good, Fezco finally blew.

You were the most curious person ever, just like that cat that couldn't keep to herself, you couldn't either. "Curiosity killed the cat"

As it was you were a curious person and Fezco knew that, and he knew that it would also mean one day it would blow up in his face. So when there were situations where you were too curious for your good, Fezco finally blew. 

Time Number One:

This one had not been all your fault, only partially. You and Rue had decided to tag along with the boys to a deal and chill out in the car. It was only the two of you that night and it was surprisingly terrifying being trapped in a car with Rue, high off her ass. Fez didn't know she had taken something and you didn't want to be the one to rat her out but that happened anyways when someone came and put guns to your heads in front of Fez. You stood there in the dim light of the shipping containers and boats with Fezco’s eyes burning holes in your head. The man behind you had your hair in his hands and a gun to your spine, you thought you were going to piss yourself because of how scared you were. Then there was Rue, talking shit as normal and wouldn't shut up, so the man behind her jostled her a few times before she hit the mute button.

"Hey man, you let er' go" Fez spoke calmly to the man behind you. "They dont know nothin"

"Yea? Then why the hell you bring them here?" he asked, pulling my hair back, yanking my neck, and the gun dug deeper into my skin.

"Please, please" you begged, "I don't even do drugs, sir"

"Sir? Is this your girl Fezco?" the man asked, and Fez stepped closer.

"Yea," he said sternly, "You let her and her friend go and I'll forget about this shit ever happening, or else you can go find someone else to deal for you"

"Oh, I see how it is," he said. The man then threw you off of him, making you stumble and tip into Fez’s arms while the other guy calmly let Rue go, who stumbled behind Ashtray and was mumbling something to herself to calm down.

"Aight'' the man said, "You deal our shit properly or next time we won't leave your curious girl as clean as we left her today" and that was the end of the meeting. You clung to Fez who in turn picked you up and brought you back to the car. He sat you down next to him, one of your legs over his as he drove home, Ashtray watched from the backseat with a freaked-out Rue. That night you got scolded and got fucked senselessly till you swore promises to him as you fell asleep calmly. 

Time Number 2:

The second time was all your fault. Fezco knew you well enough to know that having a drug dealer show up at your shared house unannounced was a bad idea. So he shoved you into your shared room, and told you to be quiet. What seemed like an hour ticked by and you had not heard a peep from outside. You cautiously stepped into the hallway, and down to the kitchen and living room, only to come across a room full of tatted up guys with the main one sitting across from Fez. When you tried to step back down the hallway and out of the eyes of the gang members one of them spotted you.

"Hey! Fez you didn't say there were others in the house" the man said, grabbing your arm and pulling you into the living room. You were only in your sleep shorts and one of Fez shirts, you nervously put your arms around yourself to hide. 

"You have a pretty one, Fezco. Why didn't you have this little....slut join us?" the man asked Fez.

"She ain't no slut. She's my girl" Fez said seriously, "And she aint got no business here, let her go back to our room" 

"No, you hid this little thing away when I said no other listeners, she'll stay until we're finished here" he said as you were thrown next to Fez on the couch whose hand found yours. You wanted to whisper to him but the grip he had told you that he was pissed and I shouldn't talk if I wanted this deal to continue going smoothly. You knew you should not have snuck out the room to see what was going on.

"Now where were we...right. Molly? Are you selling my shit or do I have to teach you a lesson by playing with your girl?"

"Don't you touch her," Fez Said. You knew Fez hated selling molly, after what happened with Rue. It wasn't a secret that you knew about Fez's worries and his do's and don'ts in this business. You had talked to Ashtrey enough about this line of work to know that you could have fucked up this deal majorly by having Fez take on the selling of Molly.

"Look man I had a bad run in with Molly okay. I don't want to mess with that no more"Fez insisted.

"Well then, I think we have some persuading to do, '' he said and before he could even reach over to touch you, Ash had his gun aimed right at the dude's head.

"Don't you touch my ma you hear" Ash spoke, gun ready to shoot if the man even thought twice. The other guys had their arms now ready to whip their guns out but one had one trained on me and Fez was about to lose it. 

"Ash, put it down" a command spoken by Fez had the boy putting his firearm down. "Fine, small number, I already have your other products to sell" 

"I like a negotiation, '' the man said, waving his arm to have the man drop the gun and hand Fez a small bag. "One ounce, since your so cautious, and I won't try to touch your girl again if the bag is all sold"

"Deal" Fez spoke so fast he hoped the men would leave soon, and he did. When they were gone and you were calming down, Fez exploded. 

"What the hell did you think you were doing?" he asked Ash, straightened his back at Fez's loud words. 

"I...was curious. I was there for an hour…” you said, your voice quest as you spoke back to him. 

"What? you thought you would come walking in to see what was happening and leave not harmed" Fezco asked you angrily. 

"Yea.." 

"You cannot be serious! What the hell Y/N! The last time this happened you had a gun to your back and a man who looked like he wanted to take you, and this time.....I thought you were going to die" Fez said loudly. He was scared, this voice wasn't anger, ir was cautious. You threw that away when you went down the hallway and Fez almost lost his mind at the thought of you being hurt. 

"I think that about you, that you'll die one day when I'm not there or when Ash can't spring a gun..." You told him softly, you knew the worries because you had them. 

"Y/N," he said softly, his tone changing.

"I'm curious, because I want...No I need to know how much danger you're in"

"I'm safe hunny I swear" Fez spoke. He slowly sat back down next to you on the couch. 

"Are you? Because I know I fucked that up but what if I had not come out here and what if you still refused and he pulled a gun on you or Ash and all I could do is cry over one of your bodies...?" you screamed back. Now it was you that was scared "I can't live if you're not there, and I can not be kept in the shadows about this shit"

"I'm sorry, honey. I know now how much terror you must feel" Fez said, scooting closer to you on the couch. Ash slid down onto the chair in front of you two.

"I'll always protect him. And you" Ash spoke, "Your my ma, you care and you worry just like a mom would"

"I do, oh Ash hun I do, I worry about both my boys, and this line of work scares me because I don't know what shape you'll come home in"

"We know '' Fez spoke. "Why don't we watch that Disney movie you love?" He asked you. A smile rose to your face. 

"You'll watch that with me?" You asked.

"Anything to make you feel better," he told you. "Anything for you hunny"

[quitealotofsodapop]

[Wukong: "Then we would have shared that furnace. And we'd be two idiots chained beneath the mountain together."]

Hmmm…I am not a hundred percent sure, but I think when SWK was in the furnace – he was reduced to ash, more than once, he just regenerated each time it happened. And considering he had to have been like 5 times immortal by then…I really doubt Macaque would have survived the furnace. SWK would just be trapped in there with the ashes of his friend/mate.

Although, now I have the image of SWK collecting the ashes and carrying them around in a jar/vase/something and still treating it like Macaque is alright – “Oh, look, Mihou, think we should try that?” – like something between a comfort item and a security blanket, but his mind not dealing with his LEMs death well to a point he’s just…like that. Still himself, but broken in a way.

Tripitaka thought he would be in over his head with the Monkey King being his protector – but the stone monkey clearly not coping well at all with a dead friend and treating their ashes as if still alive…Man’s praying for wisdom every chance he gets.

Referencing a line from my post about Wukong's stage fright.

Thats an extremely sad concept and a great idea for an angst au. It brings the idea of how Monkey (representing the Mind) handles legitimate grief. Him having a Mary Shelley-esque co-dependance on his past mate's ashes is 100% in character for SWK. He clings to the vessel containing Mac's ashes like Guanyin to her vase, rarely if ever putting it down.

I imagine the vase/vessel/urn resembles like those found in Chinese dig sites, but instead of the Imperial Palace, it is topped with a model of Flower Fruit Mountain.

Tripitaka/Tang Sanzang can sympathise with the pain of losing someone dear. In Journey to the West, he sets out to retrieve the scriptures after losing his mother + solving his dad's murder (and thats after being separated from them since and before birth). He's going through his own form of unhealthy grief, similar to his attitude in "The Great Tang Man"; he doesn't want to get close to anyone because he fears losing another loved one. But he sees that Monkey is refusing to accept that someone he cared for is gone, and wishes to find wisdom to help them both.

Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing are also sympathetic, but a little unnerved by Wukong's obsession. Bajie was a witness to Wukong's Havoc in Heaven, and knows that the Six Eared Macaque fell to the Furnace when his king did not. He's the one to yell at Wukong when he's annoyed by the monkey's chattering to the ash vessel. Wujing is the one to gently suggest ways to include Macaque's memory in healthier ways, and frequently helps Wukong with tasks when the monkey refuses to put down the vessel. Wujing knows how important those things are.

The one who understands the most though, is Ao Lie. He witnessed how his family went nuts in the aftermath of Ao Bing's death. The ones who grieved loudly and silently. The pain that rebounded onto Nezha and his family. Ao Lie was quite young when the death occurred, and always felt like he was on "the outside" of what was happening. He understands that this is the way Sun Wukong choses to process what has happened to Macaque. Ao Lie feels no place to correct him on it - and just understanding Wukong's pain is enough to help the monkey heal even if it takes years.

Wukong in this AU would be far more hesistant to kill his mortal opponents. He knows that even the strongest warrior may fall to ruin. And that the most hated Kings have someone who will mourn their loss. Sometimes his personality of an unhealthly-grieving widower is enough for some threats to back off. Even a demon knows that it is shameful to harass someone who is mourning.

I imagine the most shocked of their encounters would be the monkeys former allies...

Azure: "Sun Wukong? I thought you threw your lot in with the Heavenly Host. Following the beck and call of the Tang Monk." SWK: "I have. But I figured me and Mihou should pay you guys a visit." Peng: "The Six Eared Macaque? So he has survived the Furnace. No doubt he slunk away into the shadows once the lid rose. Where is that coward hiding now?" SWK: "He isn't hiding. He's been here the whole time." (SWK pats the vessel in his arms) The Brotherhood, all realising: "OH." ( ;O_O) (O_O;) ( `−ㅿ−´) Yellow Tusk: "...I believe the Six Eared Macaque has sacrificed the most for our cause. We should show him and Sun Wukong some hospitality, and listen to their tales of travel." Azure, creeped out: "Agreed."

Others like DBK and PIF would also be in mourning. But I could see them almost finding Wukong's behavior romantic. After all, they don't know what they would do if the other had died in battle.

I feel like instead of a "Macaque Chapter" where Wukong encounters his doppleganger while him and Tripitaka aren't on good terms; it's Wukong becoming frustrated with the others' worrying and comments and wanting to prove that theres a way Macaque still lives. And if it involves harassing the Heavens, the Underworld, or the Buddha himself then he'll try.

Perhaps the crux of his Journey is SWK deciding to let go and release Mac's ashes (likely at Flower Fruit Mountain) and learning healthier ways to honor Mac's memory. Or perhaps requesting that the Buddha reunite them - whether as a revival, in death, or in the next life...

BUT ALSO CONSIDER THIS:

Sun Wukong was only able to legitimately survive the Eight Trigrams Furnace (even with peaches, wines, and pills) because;

He's a manifestation of both Earth and the Mind. All the Furnace did was harden him like a piece of coal becoming a diamond.

Wukong isnt dumb. He knows enough about Taoist Alchemy to know that no matter how hot the crucible gets, it will always be its weakest in the Xun/Sun/Wind Trigram. The theory being that while Air feeds Fire, Wind supresses it - in science terms the increased pressure caused by the pure Wind element suffocated the hottest flames but created a lot of smoke; forever reddening Wukong's eyes.

Above: Two separate translations I got.

Macaque is associated with Wind, especially in LMK and other Jttw-inspo works that merge his character with the Macaque King/Great Sage Informing Wind. And as a Celestial Primate/Mystic Monkey, he holds powers unknown to Heaven and himself.

If in Taoist Alchemy; Wind supresses Fire, then there's a chance that instead of becoming refined like a earthy diamond like Sun Wukong - the Six Eared Macaque would cause a different unholy reaction within the Furnace. Like a pressure cooker ready to burst, the Wind within would only expand/quicken until breeched.

Lao Tzu/Laozi opens the Furnance after 49 days, expecting the two monkey demons to be reduced to a pile of ashes and pills. He's met by a pair of monsters that burst forth from the crucible like Pandora's box.

Heaven weeps.

Even if Macaque's physical body was lost to the Furnace, he could retain enough magic to manipulate his ashes into a smokey ghost-like form. The Buddha would be forced to contain Macaque for those 500 years by sealing him in an air-tight vessel.

Wukong carrying around his mate's ashes and the pilgrims thinking him mad with grief, only for Macaque to reveal at an awkward time that he's still technically "alive". Pluming forth from the vessel and ensaring their foes with his ribbon-like tendrils.

And if you wonder what a Furnaced!Macaque would look like? He's already shown us;