A Gift To You

Gray statue| Jospeh 🍹

He didn't realize just what he'd brought with him that day. When Jospeh leaned agaisnt the wall in basement, hiding from the rain away from the other survivors he pulled out the small photo album he kept with him.

Pictures of old and new victims captured in a gray world by his hands. He came across a few photos of you.

In some you were laying down on his bed,others were outside with you trying to convince a bee to come land on you. Another was during a holiday, he couldn't Remeber which and then-

He stared at the next photo. Laying on his bed was you, beautifully tied up in complicated yet elegant and thick red ropes. Your arms had been hanging up above your head,legs just as well laced and spread wide with he could only assume was his seed.

Jospeh stared at the photo again,just when had he brough such a lewd and private with him?! He was so sure he'd left him at his desk,locked away with the key in his tail coat pocket! Had you put it there? Or had he accidentally grabbed it thinking it was something else?

Oh well,it mattered not,he could always question you later about-

His blue eyes widened again, there was more. When did he take these?! There was one with you on your knees mouth full of-

Jospeh closed the book closed,half his heart beating. Yes now he remembered, you were mad at him for bleeding your team mates out and decided to get back at him. It was all coming back! He remembered you borrowed luckys maid outfit and was flirting with other men or at the very least showing off too much skin!

"Perhaps I should have kept my jealous streak in check" prying his book open he flew past the lewd photos only to be graced with even more! There was some with you on your knees in front of his fireplace,his heeled boot on your back,"oh-" another with you cuddled up with your favorite body pillow,"how sweet" and then another with something running down your face-

He could still vividly remember, you were sweet to him trying to take everything in one go. He wanted to drag it out,long and painfully exciting~

'Joseph-'

He had to lean agaisnt a locker. Oh how he burned for you, he yerned to be near you again. To feel your warm hands swaddle his own,oh what he wouldn't do for this match to be over! He wanted to rid himself of this soul chilling rain and wind and bury himself insid-

He caught himself and started to mentally barret himself'No- I will not be reduced to some bumbling fool' he would not succumb to such primitive emotions like lust! Not here on the battle field!

He matter how much he craved your warm,soft skin. Seeing those pretty eye stared into his own, the lashes that fluttered when you were close,so so so close to coming undone. He wouldn't think about how soft and cozy your bosom was or the cute chunkyness of your hips and thighs, oh especially those luscious hips! They were the bane of his existence! How something so common and lack luster aquired his attention he had the faintest of clues.

Maybe it was when you'd slipped on his pure and pristine ruffled white shirt the morning after he ever so throughly loved you. He'd woken up that morning to the sight of you wearing his oversized shirt,the buttons were undone leaving the valley of your chest exposed but your hips are what truly set him off. So plush and easy to grab, easy to hold and bite and spank and squeeze and kiss and nibble and-

"Look at what you do to me,you aren't even here" he tried to ignore how painful his pants had gotten. He wanted you,badly. In his arms,under him it didn't matter. He craved your warmth and his cold,lifeless claws could never compete!

He hated how simple urges such as these could make him surrender. To give into such primal urgers simply from a photo or two, his father would be ashamed and his mother would faint!

Hiding away in one of the deeper corners of the basement he stared at one of the many photos of you and pushed down his pants.

"___,forgive me"