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a little something in spirit of kinktober and my delirium. lmk what you think. nsfw below the cut. mostly denial/teasing.
“fuckin’ look at you, doll.” butcher flashes you a shit-eating grin before reaching up to pinch your nipples between his thumb and forefingers harshly, rumbling a chuckle at the whimper it draws from you. you’re all splayed out for him with your hands tied to headboard above, thighs wrenched open by his shoulders; skin hot and flushed under his touch. he’s told you to stay still twice already but you can’t, not when he’s been leaving featherlight brushes on your skin for hours and cruelly laughing at every sound that comes from your mouth, smiling at the way your hips buck in his hold-
and then he’s leaning in just to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to your sternum, beard stinging against your sensitive skin, jaw working to nip and bite until your tears are falling and he’s pulling back with a mocking tut, eyes twinkling.
“all these pretty tears just f’me, love?” your frantic nod makes him raise a brow, hand coming down to swat the inside of your thigh - the impact shooting straight to your poor, neglected cunt.
“use y’words, chatterbox.”
his tone makes you want to curl in on yourself, because he knows you’re too far gone to form words right now, too far gone to think about anything beyond the fact that you need him and that you might actually die if he stops touching you. but you know butcher, and you know how mean he really is - he’ll keep you writhing on the bed for hours to fix your attitude if he doesn’t hear an answer now; uncaring of the fact that you’re barely grasping at thoughts and completely fucking gone. and like the devil, you he starts rubbing circles into the juncture of your thighs while you struggle to answer him.
“y-yes, da-butcher. ‘m cr-crying for y-you.” he hums, and suddenly runs a knuckle through your folds, making you keen, tears sticking to your lashes.
“yes, who?” bastard. he knows you can never bring yourself to say it - not even if it rests on the tip of your tongue every time - and despite yourself, you bite your tongue and shake your head, hiccuping.
“oh we’re being shy now? fuck me, honey, where was this when i had my cock in your ass?” his hands rest just above where you need him now, thumbs stroking your abdomen in careful, downward brushes. your back arches into the touch, hips chasing him even when he pulls his hands away, and then you’re sobbing in earnest.
another tut, dripping with condescension. “no more cryin’. tell me what you want, baby.” and you’re gasping another breath and gulping air, wrists straining against the rope before stammering out another response, too delirious with your need to register what you were saying.
“need you to t-touch me, d-daddy, please.” he shuffles up, gripping your chin to turn it towards him before capturing your lips in his, his tongue sweeping into your mouth. his thumb presses gently on your buzzing clit, making you jolt with surprise. you blink at him, frowning. he’d never cave this quickly.
until- he’s reaching down to plant a kiss to your forehead, smoothing over your hair before nuzzling against your cheek.
“gotta give my pretty girl what she needs, don’t i?
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hey guys I’m almost done writing the first part of the Jordan fanfic btw does anyone know how to link the next part to the first chapter bc I have no idea
@dollhidden ! a private and mutuals only horror multi—muse featuring canon muses from THE BOYS, RE VILLAGE & MORE. Featuring STARLIGHT from THE BOYS (2019). Brought to you by Ladybug!
Ryan was the first one to hear the sound of the car rolling in. He gasps and rushes to the window, looking out to see the tan almost run-down car pull into their long driveway.
"FATHER!"
Ryan's cry altered the two twins, who rushed - or in Tommy's case teleported - down the stairs and out the door.
The three siblings rushed over to Billy, who was just getting out of his car, and threw their arms around him with cries of...
"Father!"
"You're back!"
"Welcome home!"
The three hugged their father close, happy he was finally home again.
((Welcome back, Billy! Wanted to give you a warm welcome! The triplets missed ya :D))
I’ve seen people complain that both versions of Jordan don’t look alike and all I have to say is,
They do. They have the same face shape, same nose, same lips, same eyes and almost the same eyebrows. The only different is that London features are softer while Derek has sharper features.