Oooh OK, I was thinking what if the Y/N character and Jack/Joseph had a relationship like A.B.A and Paracelsus from Guilty Gear
Note: Hehe, you spoiled me by sending this ask. Also, I didn't follow A.B.A and Paracesus's actual story. I just made my own, but the concept is similar. :3
Fandom: SWWSDJ
pairing: Sunny Day Jack x gn!reader/ Joseph x gn!reader
Sunny Day Jack as A.B.A, and Reader as Paracelsus:
Jack has been stuck for S O L O N G inside his electronic prison. The TV hadn't been on in C E N T U R I E S and it was S O D A R K A N D L O N E L Y
His salvation came from a curious labatory guard who found the tape while doing his rounds. He let his curiosity get the best of him and popped the tap into the outdated TV and VHS set, releasing something most wish he hadn't.
In and anger and desperation for the outside world. Jack used his paranormal strength and abilities to make his was through the lab.
Then he came across Y O U
You are a unique weapon not known by many. The best way to describe you was a buzz saw on a stick. The large round mechanism that holds the Saws was bright yellow like the sun, causing the saw blades to look like sun rays. You were bright for something that brought D E A T H
He didn't find out you were sentient till after he broke out the establishment using you all the way through.
At first, he was weary of you till he found out you here T R A P P E D J U S T L I K E H E W A S
Like turned into L O V E and then into O B S E S S I O N. No one else was loud to look at you to touch you. You were H I S. A lover to keep and to hold T I L L T H E E N D
However, your form wasn't enough for Jack. He loved the damage you could do, but he couldn't truly hold you, kiss you, M A K E L O V E T O Y OU
So he desperately searches for a way to give you form. To give himself something L O V E
Over time, he learns to school himself. To look normal to the public. He tries to keep you away from prying eyes the best he could. He didn't anyone looking at you or taking you from him.
If they dare try...
G O O D L U C K
Reader as A.B.A, and Joseph as Paracelsus:
You woke up A L O N E A N D I N T H E D A R K
You were on an operating table covered in bandages, old scars, and empty tubes. You struggled to get off the bed and explore your surroundings.
After picking yourself off the gross cold floor, you looked around. I T W A S S O D A R K. . . . S O L O N E L Y
You searched and searched the huge facility. Picking up keys where you found them. At first, you thought nothing of it. It was a mundane task. However, as more time passed, more keys you picked up, and more doors open, the keys became more to you. They became your
F R E E D O M
You eventually found a lab where you found a large brown key? Axe? Its eyes opened and looked down at you. Person?
"Someone survived?"
It talked?!
You walked closer to the key mesmerized by him. A living being! You haven't met on I N S O L O N G ! He looked like F R E E D O M
When your shaky hands grabbed onto the base of the key, you could feel his warmth, his movements. He was A L I V E and now Y O U R S
You solidified this claim by using his strength to finally E S C A P E and taking him with you. Your O B S S E S I O N with the sentient key only grew, and you grew more violent having snap and hit anyone who D A R E T R I E D T O T A K E Y O U R H U S B A N D A W A Y
TW: p in v, kinda man handling?? It's really more fluff and comfort than rough.
Note: This is straight-up porn. I blame it on my cycle. This takes place after the defeat of the Accino family and every sail off for the new world. For those who have only read the Manga Puzzle and the Phoenix pirates show up in a little arc, that's between Enies Lobby and Thriller Bark called The Ice Hunter Arc, which starts from episodes 326 and ends at 335. I would also like to say their roles on the crew were never stated (or I don't think they were) so I'm just guessing where they would fit if they were mentioned and I missed it I'm happy to correct!
It had been a long time, but the Phoenix pirates had finally been able to find peace since their run-in with the Accino family. Thought it would never be the same without Vigaro. The crew was picking up the pieces with their heads held higher and their hearts lighter.
Since the ship was in bad shape, everyone banded together to make whatever repairs they could. Well, everyone except three members. Inspired by the cooking of the Stawhat's chef, Basil decided to use what little they could get from lovely land to make something delicious for everyone.
You and Puzzle were in his cabin. At first, you were tending to his wound since some had opened during his fight with Campacino. Throwing around such a heavy chain covered in ice while taking blows can take a toll on his already battered body.
However, the more he felt your warm, inviting touch again, the more his body ached. After their brutal defeat, after the loss of Vigaro, and after having to find himself once more, he needed to feel you close. To know that you are really still there with him, and not another thing he lost.
He grabbed your wrist, stopping you from moving your hand any further from him. In the past, Puzzle was a boastful man. Happily proclaiming another victory, another death evaded, and having the most beautiful doctor on his ship. Really, you were Vigaro's apprentice, but it was close enough to Puzzle. Defeat had humbled that boastful man. Made him quieter and more aware of what such an ego could cost him.
It also made him more gentle. Before his touch was wilder, rougher, and eager. Now, his hand trails up your arm to your shoulder, to your neck, and then rests on the back of your head, tangled in your hair with a gentle uncertainty you had never felt before.
He gently pulled you in for a kiss. It was soft and hesitant at first to test if you were really there, if it was really your sweet lips he had kissed a thousand times before. When he knew for certain that you were there, it became the familiar rough and eager feeling with a new underlying desperation.
His unoccupied hand came to your waist, pulling you closer. He wasted no time urging you to sit on his lap. He needs to feel close to you to feel your warmth. His hand that was once tangled in your hair moved down to hold your thigh as you straddled his hips.
When he pulled away from the kiss, his dark eyes met yours. They searched yours for a moment before he dived his face into your neck. His cracked lips met your skin, sending a familiar shiver down your spine you thought you wouldn't feel again.
Having already memorized your body like the back of his hand, he was able to find the pulse point on your neck that made you gasp and lean more into his hold. He abused that spot, kissing, sucking, and biting the spot. When he felt he had left his mark, his lips moved down the column of your throat to your chest.
What hadn't changed was how eager he could get when riled up. His rough hands came up to rip off your shirt, buttons flying in different directions. In the past, you would have scolded him. Told him to use his riches to replace the shirt. This time, you didn't mind, hells, you would be content to wear on if his old shirts.
He threw the remnants of your shirt somewhere in the room before his rough hands moved to your bra, making quicker work of it before throwing it as well. With your torso now bare, Puzzle licked his lips with his signature smirk. "Gods, I missed this....I missed you..." He attached his lips to your nipple, eagerly sucking as he scraped his teeth against the sensitive bud.
He relished the mewl that escaped your lips. He always loved that sound; it was his favorite. He wanted to hear more. So he moved to the untouched nipple, slightly rougher than before. Even going as far as to tug on the nipple with his teeth. That earned him more than a mewl. His name was tumbling from your lips in a breathy moan. You sounded like a siren to Puzzle. One he would happily follow to the depths if it wasn't for his crew.
Without a signal, you lifted yourself off his lap to stand. Puzzle followed you, his mouth still attached to your nipple. His hands move to your pants, undoing the button and zipper, the eager hands from before practically ripping them off, along with your panties.
They met the same fate as the rest of your clothes, along with his own pants and boxers. He quickly moved you back to his lap, his already hardened cock slipping between your folds. However, his hand was quick to replace his cock. His rough digits first circling your clit in tight, quick circles.
Seeing as you were already wet, it didn't take him long to insert his long, thick finger into you. Pumping the battle worked, digit in and out of you while his thumb continued to work circles on your clit. He let go of your nipple with a wet pop before moving back to your neck as he worked you open with his fingers.
"Just as tight, warm, and wet as I remember." He chuckled as he inserted another finger. He could feel your body press more into him as you let out another sweet moan of his name. Not one to wait, he added a third finger not long after. He pumped his fingers faster in and out of you, causing a delightful squelching noise to reverberate through the Captain's quarters. "Even when unconscious, I thought of you.....a-"
He didn't get to finish that thought as you pulled him close. Well, closer then, before laying your cheek on the top of his head. It was a silent reassurance that he needed. Despite everything, they made it out, and the past is in the past. He needed to cherish the here and now. Vigaro would have told him the same.
As if he needed another reminder, he could feel your slick walls tighten around his fingers. He knew you were close. So, with almost rushed movements, he took his fingers out of you. You let out a soft whine that caused a little gruff moan to leave from his own throat. He readjusted the two of you so that you once again properly sat on his lap, his cock once again between your now soaked folds.
With his rough hands on your hips, he lifted you up just enough for the head of his cock to catch on your entrance. Just as eager, you grabbed his shaft, helping him line up before he began to bring you back down on his cock. You let go halfway through to instead move your arms to wrap around his neck.
Puzzle pulled you close and held you tight. Burying his cock so deep inside you that it sent a shiver down his spine and a moan to bubble from his throat once more. "So tight...So warm...." He grumbled, his body slightly shaking from restraint.
Before, he wouldn't have hesitated to use your hips to move you up and down on his cock. Hell, he might have kept your panties on to use them as leverage, not now, though. Now he didn't want to just take as he had done in the past. Right now, he wanted to give. To give you the reassurance that he was still there, like you have been doing for him all night. He wanted you to know he was still there with you, and like the title he had rightfully earned, he would always come back from the ashes.
So he stayed there for a little longer. Feeling your warmth and comfort. When you let out another little whine is when he began to move. First, he moved his own hips, making it slow and short. This wasnt enough, however, so his arms let go of you so that his hands could grab onto your hips.
With the new leverage, he moved your hips up and down, faster than before, but still nothing like the fast, brutal pace he had set in the past. "I'm sorry I'm going so slow, my treasure..." he mummbled into your neck, leaving a little kiss as he spoke. "I just... need this..."
You don't argue with him, you don't even whine. You simply hold him tighter and mumble back, " I know Puzzle...Im here..."
He took a deep breath, taking in your scent, your natural one, and the musk that clings to your skin. He licked the side of your neck, taking you in before biting your neck. As the pain pulsed from your neck, he moved faster inside of you, hitting spots in you over and over to the point you were seeing stars and your toes curled. "Give it to me, my treasure....show me how much you missed me....how much you missed being this close to me."
His words barely broke through the lustful haze you were in, but they did all the same. So you moved your hips. At first, it was in time with his thrusts, but it quickly evolved into frantic bouncing. You let out soft, needy whines as your hands moved to grasp his shoulder, giving yourself more leverage.
Puzzle groaned loudly into your neck. He could feel that both of you were close. The tension of your walls around his cock. And the tightness of his balls makes everything more frantic, more needy. Until finally, with a final slam from both of you, and loud, almost feral moans, you came around his cock while he filled you with his warm seed.
He felt you lay against him, seeking support and care for your now jelly-like form. So with a chuckle and what little strength he had left, he picked you up and readjusted the two of you so you were now lying on the bed, cuddled up to your Captain.
The room was finally quiet. The only sound was both of your breaths; you were trying to catch your breath after such an intense coupling. Puzzle was the first to break the peaceful silence. "I don't know what our future holds..........But I don't want to give up......I want to continue being a pirate."
You moved your head, resting your chin on his chest. "Of course, we have a promise to keep to Vigaro and Strawhat, remember?"
He paused. He expected you to reject the idea. To remind him of the state he and the crew were in, and how they faced defeat at the Accino family. But you didn't. You supported his dream. His dark eyes met yours, searching for the lie, for the joke. There was none. Just the same love and devotion that shone in your eyes before everything.
His face finally broke into that soft, loving smile he only ever showed you. The smile that told you that all his defenses had crumbled, leaving the soft, vulnerable man before you, not the Phoenix Captain. "You're right. We can't go back on our promises now."
You nodded with the same loving smile. You leaned up your now chapped lips, meeting his in a slow, loving kiss.
I didn't put it before when I should have, but I'm also okay if you want a message/DM your age,birthday, or birthyear. I would just like some way of knowing your age.
Tw: mentions of blood, injuries, and character death (Astarion)
Halsin watched your interaction with Astarion like a prediotor watching its prey. In any other circumstance, Halsin believes he would have liked the pale Elf. Hells, he might even take him to bed more the once. However, the circumstances were different. You are different.
You are the last bit of pure hearted goodness in this world. You go out of your way to help others, you fight a cult for more than just yourself or because you want the power, you save his grove, and the teiflings without a second thought. Even when your companions tried to get you to move on.
You stayed.
You helped.
You bled for them.
And in the end you asked for nothing in return. You gave back the collection the Zevlor gathered claiming they needed it more then your group, and "accidently" forgot the stash Halsin allowed you access to claiming you were too preoccupied with getting the worm out of your skull.
You are pure, untouched, and uncorrupted by your surroundings.
Halsin didn't want to lose that. He didn't want to see that purness to be corrupted. He wouldn't allow anyone to corrupt you. Even if they claimed to be allies.
Astarion got up from his cot before stretching is ling pale limbs. Despite everyone already knowing of his vampirism, he still tried to keep some sort of normalcy by meditating in his cot until the other were asleep or in deeper meditation. Once he knew everyone was resting was when he got up to hunt.
Truthfully, he really didn't need to feed tonight. Wiping out the Goblin camp gave him plenty to snack on, but it never hurt to have something stored just in case. They were going to the underdark after all. Who knows when he will get his next meal. So with a hum and sharp eyes, he stalked through the darken forest, searching for his meal-to-go.
It didn't take him long to find a sleeping boar. It was big enough to get a couple of bottles out of and easy! What more can Astarion ask for? He made quick work of the swine, making sure it didn't suffer. It was careful work transferring the blood from the body to the bottle, but luckily, Astarion has put in enough practice by now that he found the easiest way he just wasn't quick with it.
Too preoccupied with trying to get as much blood as possible, he didn't hear the giant cave bear behind him till it was on its back legs stricking him with his large clawed paws.
Astarion's vision was blurry, and his head was spinning. Blood. His blood dribbled down his temple as he tried to gather his bearings. He tried to turn around to grab his daggers, his arrow, or anything for protection, but while he tried to gather his bearings, the cave bear went for another strike.
Long, blunt thick hooks of ivory dug through Astarions pale skin. Cries from both man and bear echo through the slumbering forest. It was a mauling.
You were the first to notice Astarions' disappearance. Of course you were. Your caring heart wouldn't let you turn a blind eye. So, at first, you made everyone wait. Maybe he got lost hunting? Or maybe he was at through Grove buying something before everyone departed.
When he still hadn't shown up, you divided everyone into two groups. You, Halsin, ShadowHeart, and Karlach were the first group. Gale, Wyll, Lae'zel, and scratch were the second group. Once divided, everyone agreed to meet back at camp at the end of the day and to use the bird or scratch to find the other group. If they find anything, the group departed looking for their vampiric companion.
Your group was the one to find his mauled remains. You covered your mouth, turning away as you felt the morning breakfast try to escape your stomach. Karlach and shadow heart grimaced, and Halsin comforted you.
"Poor bastard. Must have strayed too far into bear territory." Karlach grimaced, looking at the cave behind him.
ShadowHeart's dark eyes examined what was left of Astarion before side eyeing seemingly unbothered druid. "Maybe..." She mumbled her eyes, moving away before Halsin could catch her eye.
