#he is not obedient he is not shutting his mouth and affirming with his head because a racist person expect him to

[kurooh]

“ow! did you just pull my hair again?”

“denki, please. that didn’t hurt and you know it.”

“it does hurt,” he insists with a pout, crossing his legs tightly. denki maintains his whiny tone, going so far as to jerk his head to the side so you can’t give him the kiss he not-so-secretly craves.

“let’s see if it does,” you whisper, voice low and smooth. like a wrung out sponge, his mouth loses all moisture and he gasps like a fish until you tug on his hair, closing the distance between you. golden blond strands tangle further around your fingers, your grip tightening sporadically.

a whimper slips past denki’s lips and you swallow it eagerly, humming an affirmative sound into his mouth. the bruising kiss deepens, and the warmth in your tummy ignites into something that burns—the little air between your foreheads sparks electrically before he collapses into you with a sigh. your hand is now lost in denki’s hair, nails scratching along his scalp and eventually settling on the crown of his head.

“baby,” he whines, voice caught in his throat as he grabs at your hips, “need to taste you.”

“aw, denki,” you coo, leaning in to tuck your face into his neck. your cheeks burn with arousal, shockwaves of excitement shooting right between your legs at his simple words. his fingers fidget with the waistband of your underwear, and he bites back a groan when you spread your legs.

“d-don’t make me cum just yet, i haven’t even gotten your clothes off.”

“get to it, then,” you giggle, tugging his hair back and then pushing his head down. he moves with you easily, letting out a soft moan when your thighs are finally on either side of his head.

ever the tease, denki flattens his tongue and licks your cunt over the thin fabric of your panties. he can hear your breath hitch in your throat and taste your soaking sweetness through the cloth; his gold eyes roll back blissfully and he draws out the tease with a small smile.

“ah, ah—take ‘em off, denki.”

the firmness in your voice coupled with the harsh yank on his hair function as motivation to get him listening obediently. looking upwards, denki can see your pleased nods as he moves his mouth lower, his breath coming in steamy puffs against your fluttering cunt. at last, the panties are pulled to the side and he’s able to admire you fully—folds slick with honeyed desire, pussy clenching eagerly.

more saliva pools on his tongue when he finally leans in, experimentally licking an upwards stripe. you taste better than all of his favorite candies; he inhales deeply, taking in the scent of your body wash and letting his eyes focus intently on you.

“well, denki?” you ask impatiently, nails prodding against his scalp lightly. it’s a little embarrassing to be all spread out with him staring wildly, and he thankfully lets out a pleased hum before pushing forward. the tip of his nose bumps against your swelling clit and presses against it hard when he devotes himself to devouring you.

“f-fuck, jus’ like that,” you manage, swallowing hard and willing your hips to remain still. “denki!”

he loses himself in you, his eyes fluttering shut so he can savor you without any distractions—that is until something sharp presses into his scalp.

oh, well. it’s no matter, that sharp thing is probably your nail and an accident; but the sting comes again, accompanied with an unpleasant yank on his hair that definitely takes a few clumps away with it.

“denki!” you gasp, hand rushing to his shoulder to shake it insistently. he looks up excitedly, wondering if you’ll break the news that you’re about to cum for him. “denki, wake up!”

his eyes snap open and he looks around blearily, about to ask a question before the words are torn from his throat and replaced with a shriek.

“ow ow ow! stop pulling my hair!”

“i’m trying to get the bubblegum out!” you argue, combing over a particularly sensitive section. the teeth of the comb sharply graze over his scalp and he whines unhappily, swatting your hands away. “no, i’m almost done.”

“god,” denki mutters in annoyance. “how’d i even fall asleep with you giving me bald spots?”

“i don’t know,” you huff, looking over his shoulder with a hand on your hip. the aggravated look on your face dissipates when you look past his face, and he follows your eyes to his boner. “denki, are you actually hard?”

“well, yes!” he bursts out, cheeks flushing darkly as he crosses his legs immediately. “whatever, just get back to getting the gum out of my hair.”

[thisismyworldyeah]

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[toruro]

hihi ok so i have a request

hear me out lol

so like svt caring for u /taking you home when u go out w friends to a gathering or something and accidentally eat an edible which has u on mars and u don’t know what to do

kinda funny, kinda soft, kinda idk srry

svt + when you're high

a/n: hi anon! i didn't write individual scenarios because i couldn't think of such different and long scenarios for all thirteen of them but i wrote a few and assigned members to them, so i hope that works! anyways i LOVED this prompt LFMAO? this lwk reminds me of the first time i had an edible and i was like.., ok this isn't working and then i ate more and then it felt like i elevated to the subspace so ngl all of these might just be self inserts.

tags/warnings: recreational marijuana use

w/c: 1.1k

seungcheol, wonwoo, jihoon

he notices you cuddle closer to his side as you and your guys' friends gather by the fireplace, but doesn't think anything of it until he hears you giggling a little too much at a joke he thinks you normally wouldn't find very funny. he’d look down at you and when you look up at him with those dopey eyes he knows something’s up. looking down at the plate on your lap his eyes would widen as he realizes that you ate the edibles. he’d curse himself for not letting you know earlier that they were edibles but realizes that there’s no point in sulking over that now. he would definitely excuse the both of you and take you home but as he tries to get you into the car you’d be incredibly stubborn. “baby get into the car.” you’d literally stomp your feet and shake your head. “no!” he would get slightly irritated, but the look on your face is just so cute that he’s finding it difficult to stay strict. “baby please.” you’d go back and forth for ages, and at some point he thinks he might pull out his hair. safe to say that the next time you’re out with friend, he keeps a close eye on you.

jeonghan, minghao, vernon, chan

he notices you're high right away because you're making zero fucking sense when you speak. like you'll be talking, acting like everything's normal, but then he'd actually listen to what you're saying and you would just be...saying words, not sentences. he would kind of go blank for a second wondering when the hell this happened because you didn't mention anything about wanting to get high tonight, but when he notices the empty plate with a few brownie crumbs left in your hand, he'd put two and two together and figure that you hadn't done this intentionally. he would be slightly upset that no one (himself included) let you know that they were edibles, frowning to himself as he dragged you to the car. you'd get in obediently, still running off your mouth with what nonsense you were going on about earlier, and at some point while driving home, he just really needs you to shut up so he can focus on the gps. he'd pull over so he can reach over to hold your hand, pleading, "babe, please, i love you but i really need you to be quiet. i can't focus on the road." your eyes would well up with tears and he winces as he realizes that he might have just set off a ticking bomb. "you don't wanna hear me talk?" you'd ask quietly voice wavering as he sighs. he'd spend another 15 minutes just trying to convince you that he loves talking to you, he just doesn't want to two of you to die from a car crash.

joshua, jun, mingyu

he's be slightly confused when you go up to him, wide-eyed asking him if he thinks you look pretty tonight because while he knows you love words of affirmation, you usually don't ask for it in social settings. when he'd answer, "of course i think you look pretty," you'd pout and huff and then repeat the question. he'd look at you confused, asking you if you're okay because you're usually not like this. his eyes would flicker around you and your surroundings and that's when he sees the little candy bag that definitely wasn't filled with normal gummies in them. literally will snatch the bag away from you, groaning when he sees it empty. assuming the worst, he would excuse the two of you and take you to the bathroom to talk to you. "how many d'you eat?" you'd give him a funny look. "how many of what?" you'd look so innocent he wants to melt, but he holds up his firm exterior. "the gummies, baby, how many?" you tap your chin funnily before saying, "maybe...one—no wait, like five—honestly i don't know! they were kinda yummy." he sighs, "baby they were edibles." you look at him kind of dumbly. "and? they tasted good." he'd just look at you for a few moments trying to decide what to do with you before piling you into his car to take you home as you run off his ears about how much you love cookies. he wouldn't have the heart to tell you to shut up, because he honestly finds it super cute, but he'd also try his best to keep an eye on you constantly.

soonyoung, dokyeom, seungkwan

he's the life of the party and he honestly thrives in crowds, so when you feel yourself swaying side to side a little, you aren't sure if you should go up to him and interrupt whatever he's got going on, or just sit tight and hope for the best. of course, right now, you aren't in your right mind and the thought of him being annoyed with you for interrupting him sends you spiraling, although you know it's a very unlikely situation. you kind of just sit in the corner and talk with one of your friends until she has to leave and you start feeling unbearably lonely and finally end up marching up to your boyfriend who's having a conversation with a group. when he notices you by his side, he greets you with a smile, "hey baby." wrapping an arm around you, you try to not get lost in the racing thoughts of your mind, saying, "can we go?" he turns to look at you, a little confused. "is everything alright?" your breath would hitch and you'd feel tears well up in your eyes for no reason. you can't really control it, but him wouldn't understand what's going on and be concerned. "are you mad at me?" you blurt out, not being able to stop yourself. "no—babe, what's going on?" he'd ask, pulling you away from the group to talk to you in a hallway. "baby," you'd whine, "i think i ate an edible and now i don't know what to do." his gaze would soften and he'd laugh a little at your tears—he's not laughing at your sorrow, he just knows that you get emotional when you're high and that this wasn't what he was expecting. "okay baby," he says, taking your hand, "let's go." you turn to look at the other people, "but what about your frie—" he cuts you off, "they don't matter. all i care about right now is you."

[wuwa-writing]

kinktober - day eleven - hair pulling

jiyan x reader. nsfw, minors dni. masochism, degradation, aftercare

Jiyan hisses as you grasp his hair close to the roots and pull. It's absolutely intoxicating, the way he kneels obediently and lets you drag and yank him by his hair.

The fact that he trusts you so much to do this for him only adds to that.

You pull him up sharply, forcing him to make eye contact with you as you coo, "You really like it rough, huh? You're such a slut, Jiyan."

He moans, loud and pornographic, his mouth falling open as he shudders. You never would have guessed that he'd be such a masochist, but oh, you're having fun with it. You twist your hand in his hair, wrapping it around your fist as you jerk it harshly to the side.

Jiyan makes a desperate, choked off moan, his eyes fluttering shut. He doesn't resist the movement at all, letting you manhandle him, to hurt him. When you glance down you can see he's achingly hard, precum soaking a wet patch on his underwear.

"Fuck, Jiyan," you breathe, watching how he flushes under your gaze. He opens his eyes to look up at you and there are tears welling there. It's one of the hottest things you've ever seen.

"Tell me what you want."

Jiyan gasps, a shiver running down his spine at the command. He bites his lip, slowly letting his body go lax so your grip pulls his hair tighter. You wonder if he knows that his hips are rocking against empty air.

"I want- I want to come, please." He begs, so pretty that you simply can't resist. It would be fun to keep playing with him, to keep pulling his hair and running your nails down his spine until he cries.

But you want him to come, too.

You use your grip in his hair to drag him up and towards his bed, pushing him down and straddling his hips. You drag you nails down his chest, harsh and uncaring, as you wrap your other hand around his cock.

You don't give him any time to adjust, scraping a nail over his slit and then pumping his cock fast and rough. He cries out your name, back arching beautifully off the bed, his hips bucking up into your hand.

"Show me how much of a whore you are, Jiyan," you hiss, pinching and rolling his nipple between your fingers. "Be the little slut you are and come."

He does, and fuck is it beautiful. He sobs as he comes, clawing at the sheets and tearing them. Tears spill down his cheeks as he cries your name, as he comes so hard that his cum streaks over his own chest.

It's gorgeous. He's gorgeous.

You pet his hip gently as you pull away a little, giving him space to come down from the high. Eventually he opens his eyes, looking up at you through his lashes and giving you the sweetest smile.

"Thank you," he murmurs, voice wrecked. You bend down and press kisses over his cheeks, then a final one to the tip of his nose.

"Sweet boy," you purr, reaching up to massage his scalp and crooning as he moans at the touch. "You need anything special? I wanna get up and get you water and a washcloth."

He hums, his eyes drifting shut again as he basks in the afterglow.

"Tea, maybe?" He offers, and you give him an affirmative hum. You make sure you're quick as you head to the kitchen, not wanting to leave him alone for long.

He accepts the tea when you bring it to him, pushing himself up to drink it as you head into the bathroom to get a wet cloth and his hair brush.

He's done drinking when you step back into the bedroom, laying back on the bed with his eyes closed, his breathing deep. You huff a little, silent laugh when you realize he fell asleep.

You clean him up carefully, checking the scratches you left on him for broken skin. Once you're sure he's not injured, you sit at the headboard and go back to massaging his scalp, wanting him to feel better when he wakes.

Taking care of Jiyan is one of your favorite things, you decide. You hope you get to take care of him forever.

[chxrrysangel]

Dazing Out

Pairing | Geto Suguru x Reader

Warnings | MINORS DNI, face fucking, cum swallowing, Sugu is one horny bastard and very lovesick, dom!geto, he definitely whimpers, praise and degradation

Words | 1,112 words

Summary | Sugu is jealous of a lollipop

Notes | This is absolutely 100% entirely motivated by my own interests and I can’t say otherwise bc I’d be lying. Also Anata is a Japanese term of endearment, similar to darling or sweetheart.

Only two words stuck out to Geto during your conversation.

Oral fixation.

It took a moment to register, but soon his heart was pounding in his ears as all sound ceased to be registered. Eyes glazing over, your pretty lips wrapped around his tip was the only thing on his mind.

Too caught up in your own world, your boyfriend’s lack of attention was completely lost on you. Watching your glossy pout suck on a lollipop for comfort, Sugu never thought he’d ever find himself jealous of candy of all things.

And yet, here he was sporting a raging erection whilst you chatted to him about your day.

It wasn't until you asked for his input that you realized he hadn't heard a word. His eyes were glossed over, staring but not looking. Shutting your mouth, you waited for him to notice but he didn't.

"Sugu?" Silence came and went. Your tongue swiveled around the head of the candy and his eyes nearly crossed. It was only made worse by the light pink coloring, bearing a striking resemblance to his own tip.

"Fuck...", he muttered under his breath.

Waving a hand in front of his face, Geto finally came back down to earth. And you were not happy. The lollipop laid in your cheeks, your lips in a thin line to show your annoyance.

"Yes anata?"

"Oh fuck off! What did I just say Sugu?" He pondered for a moment, trying to come up with a reasonable excuse that didn't include the truth. He stared at you for a few seconds, debating his next move. But then you crossed your arms, your breasts nearly spilling out of your top and he broke.

Without answering your question, he moved close enough to leave only a sliver a space between your bodies. Even sitting, he towered over you. Much to your dismay, he pulled the lollipop from your mouth and dragged with sticky sweet orb across your lips.

"This fucking mouth. I can't get over these lips."

Any anger you had disipated at his words, your mind losing its ability to concentrate. He sucked on your bottom lip, pulling you into his orbit but refusing to grant a kiss.

"You're a tease Sugu." A deep, almost terrifying chuckle erupted from his throat.

"Oh and you're not?" His large hands grabbed your thighs, pulling you square onto his lap as he sunk deeper into the couch. From this angle, you could feel his erection on your thigh.

"Oh.." He hummed in response, using your body to chase his own pleasure by rubbing his length against you.

"Oral fixation. That's all I've been thinking about."

He was so easy it would be embarrassing, only if you weren’t flattered by how obsessed he was.

“Yeah?”

He affirmed your question absentmindedly, grinding against your thighs in a desperate search for relief. He needed you, now.

“On your knees, baby.”

Your knees fell to the plush carpet, sinking into the soft fabric as you waited.

You watched intently as he pulled his pants and boxers down, the fabric pooling around his ankles as his cock sprung free. The tip was already leaking, mesmerizing you as pure carnal desire ignited your skin. Moving closer, you ignored all demands and gathered the precum on your tongue.

"And you say you're not a tease. So hungry for my cock that you don't even know how to act." He wasn't mad but entertained. You were as desperate as he was.

“Now open that pretty mouth for me.”

Obediently, you opened wide and waited for instruction. Geto wasn’t intent on a blowjob, not this time.

He grabbed the sides of your face firmly, guiding your mouth to take his length. Pearls of precum fell onto your tongue as he guided himself down your throat. There was little he loved more than watching your pretty eyes lose focus and brain go dumb for him.

“That’s it, nice and slow baby. Such a good girl for me.” You moaned at his praise, which quickly turned into a slight choke as his tip hit the back of your throat.

His favorite sound.

“Ready anata?”

You nodded as best as you could.

Slowly Geto began thrusting into your mouth, using you as a hole for his own pleasure. Once he felt you were adjusted, his thrusts became more forceful. Not once did he break eye contact, every moan and whimper on full display.

“Oh fu-fuck, I love this mouth. God I fucking love your mouth,” he cried. You could barely keep your eyes open, too caught up in the sounds of his pleasure and the heat coursing through your body. His balls slammed against your chin while he chased his orgasm, being spurred on by the sounds of your moans and choking around his shaft.

Suddenly he pulled back, string of spit splitting between the two of you. You pulled in as much air as you could manage, wanting to resume as quickly as possible. Your boyfriend looked at you with complete adoration, finding your messy state to be your cutest. It even turned him on more.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” he responded while grinning. His hands resumed their place on your cheeks as he slid his cock back down your throat. In some ways it burned, but the pain was welcomed.

Geto was on the brink of orgasm, judging by the harshness of thrusts. He was like an animal in heat, so desperate to cum that all thoughts ceased to matter. The only that could be heard were his balls slapping against your skin as you gagged around him, watching with delight as he babbled out praises.

“Shit baby, you take you me so fucking well. Love it when you make a mess on my cock.” His thrusts matched the last few words, beginning to lose rhythm as his orgasm approached. He was going to cum very soon.

“I’m so, so close. Fuck! Want me to cum for you, sweet girl? Want me to dump my cum down your throat?” Unable to respond verbally, you moaned around his length.

“Yeah, you fucking do. You like being by cumslut, don’t you baby?”, he rasped, barely holding himself upright.

With only a few more slow thrusts, Geto was dumping his load down your throat, a whimpering mess as his vision and hearing began to waver. He pulled out, stray beads of cum and spit dripping onto your chest. He ignored it, only moving to wipe the spit from your mouth. You swallowed all of it, his softening length noticeably jumping as he watched. He dropped back to the couch, catching his breath whilst smiling at the mess he made.

“C’mere and give daddy a kiss,” he beckoned.

[girlygameofthrones]

Duty to the House

Description: Your brother Aemond prepares you for your wedding ceremony to another man.  

Pairing: Aemond x Targaryen/Sister-Reader Insert  (this was originally written with an actual OC in mind, but it was vague enough to change to a reader insert.  If parts come off as wonky, that’s probably why)

Warnings: Incest.  I’ll say smut to be safe, but it’s pretty safe for what you can find on this hell site.  Possessive/jealous Aemond? 

He was staring at you.  You did not see him, but you were aware of his presence.  Whenever Aemond was in your vicinity, you could tell.  It was the way your hairs stood on end and the pace at which your heartbeat quickened, its rhythm soothing and frightening all at once.  You spotted the silk gown hanging in front of you and could not bring herself to look back at your brother.

Aemond remained in his spot, watching the proceedings play out.  Your handmaidens had prepared the bath for you.  A line of soaps, lotions, and shampoos were arranged.  You didn’t think your maids knew that Aemond was watching because they weren’t afraid.  

“The bath is ready, princess,” your handmaiden informed you.

Your other handmaiden was suddenly behind you, just beginning to slip your robe from your shoulders.  Then you all heard:

“That will be enough.  Your presence is no longer needed.”

You couldn’t have ordered the girls to stay even if you’d wanted to.  At the sound of Aemond’s command, they scattered, muttering apologies and hushed: “my prince!” before scurrying out the door.  You whipped around to see Aemond behind you.  How he’d slinked inside with no one noticing was beyond your understanding.  He could move like a shadow.

“Aemond,” you began, the pounding in your chest quickening.  “I have to get ready now.  It wasn’t your place to dismiss my handmaidens.”

“Aye, sister, I know,” Aemond drawled.  “But I just had to see you before you were given away to that louse.”

Your cheeks grew hot.  “This marriage will strengthen our family and the future of House Targaryen.  It is my duty to–”

He cut you off with a wave of his hand.  Then he cupped the back of your neck, forcing you to look into his face.  His violet eye glittered with possessiveness and malice.  You shivered but could not deny the knot that formed in the pit of your stomach, nor the ache below.  

“Always the obedient one, Y/N,” he jested.  “Always the dutiful one.  I suppose it is best for our position, as you said, but I won’t take back my words.  He is a louse.” He offered a sneer.  “We can’t shame our house, can we?”

You watched him but did not affirm his statement.  After a moment you reminded him: “I was getting ready for my wedding.  You interrupted us, Aemond.”  The words burned as they came out.  His grip on the back of your neck tightened.  You  prayed the pain would not stop, because it was proof that he was there; he was touching you.  

“We can’t shame our house, can we?” he repeated.  “He’ll expect you, walking with your head held high, the blood of the dragon coursing through your veins.”  As he said this, he leaned in, and you could feel this blood he spoke of racing through your body.  “The beauty of old Valyria, the majesty of the House of the Dragon… We shan’t disappoint.”

“N-no, we couldn’t do that…” His gaze was captivating, holding you more hostage than any chain or rope would be capable.  You sighed.  “Which is why I must prepare for the ceremony.”

He ran his fingers through your white hair, breathing in deeply and shutting his eyes. He released your neck only to cup your face in his hands.  Calloused hands, hands that had held a blade daily in his training with Ser Cristen, hands that had commanded a dragon, brushed over your soft skin.  So soft that his touch left marks.  

“Your handmaidens simply can’t comprehend your nobility,” he breathed, a smirk playing at his mouth.  “They’ll wash you, shampoo your hair, and wrap you in a gown.  In the end, they are incapable of appreciating you for what you are.”

You chewed her lip until Aemond brushed a finger down to stop you.  “Are you capable of appreciating me for what I am?”

The invitation was so subtle, but Aemond seized it in an instant.  You stumbled backward as he planted a hard kiss to your mouth.  Hungry, impatient, and possessive, but somehow with all the reverence of a man praying to a goddess.  You tangled her fingers in his hair, then his shoulders, gripping the leather.  Aemond let out an insane laugh as you pressed yourself into the kiss hard enough you could bruise him.  

“Take off your clothes, Y/N,” he commanded in a whisper.

“Aemond,” you moaned.  “I can’t…we can’t…”

“I’m going to bathe you and I’m going to dress you,” he breathed.  “We can’t shame our house, can we?”  He paused in order to cover your throat with quick, burning kisses.  “I will present you to your fool of a lord husband.  Only those with Valyrian blood can bring forth the flame of a dragon.  Only I can bring forth your radiance.”

With trembling hands you pulled the robe from your shoulders.  You could physically feel him watching you.  The garment fell in a crumpled heap at your feet.  Aemond swept your hair back, placing a strong hand to your back.  Then he guided you to the tub, allowing you to sink into the hot waves.  His touch was the hottest of all.  Somehow hands that were suited for swordplay were also suited for applying scented creams to your neck, shoulders, back, and chest.  He gathered some of the water and trickled it over your hair.  Upon applying the shampoo, he sighed appreciatively. 

The ache was growing, his touch both tantalizing and tortuous all at once.  Aemond rinsed your hair, taking extra care to smooth it out himself.  He pulled back and instantly you swiveled to understand why he’d stopped.  He smirked at your desperation.  It was the same smirk he wore when he had an opponent on his back.  

“Your hair is beautiful,” he assured you.  “Let’s clean the rest of you.”

Your breath caught as he shrugged out of his coat and tunic.  Even halfway clothed, he climbed into the bath with you, pulling you toward him.  He mounted your backside between his legs.  His arms snaked around and he began rubbing lotion into your stomach and thighs.  As he sped up, you were forced to grip the edges of the tub.  When his fingers became even more explorative, you responded by reaching up with one arm and pulling his face down.  A whimper escaped you as you lifted your jaw to meet him in a breathless kiss.  Steam clouded every mirror in the chamber.

You were dried and clothed with care, Aemond clearly appreciating every part of you.  When he was finished with his work, he admired you for a moment.  

“We can’t shame our house,” he reminded you once more. Then he sighed.  “But your betrothed is still a louse.”  

[kitsune-oji]

"Taking care of them when they are sick" with mammon, please 👉👈

Taking Care of Them when They are Sick - Mammon

Headcanon prompts

Of course ♡♡ I hope you like it

Gn! Mc (you/yours)

Warnings/tags: established relationship, sickness, fever

Mammon gets incredibly needy when he's sick. Even if he doesn't have a fever to mess with his cognitive processes, he just wants someone there to take care of him and now, he feels like he deserves it too

(though we all know he always deserves to be cared for)

You'll have him whining for your attention a lot and quickly, you'll probably notice that he's playing up the severity of his sickness just a bit in hopes you'll fuss over him

Still, can you fault him? Poor guy just wants to feel your love and get spoiled a little bit

Mammon will ask you to feed him soup, tuck him in and will expect a forehead kiss. If you don't, he will be all pouty and teary eyed...

"Oh Mammon...", you sigh, pushing the door open with your shoulder and walking through.

You were doing your utmost best to not spill the soup you were holding but the wet towel draped over your wrist was starting to really annoy you. Just a few more steps and you were able to put down the bowl on his bedside table, letting out a breath of relief at being able to take the towel from your wrist and exchanging the one on Mammon's forehead with it. By now, it had become much to warm to be of any help anymore.

He moaned, tilting his head towards you and blearily opening his eyes. After blinking a few times, he looked just a bit more awake. Enough to eat, at least.

"Do you want to try some soup, Mams? It will be good for you."

Mammon whined and gently shook his head no, though the movement still made him cringe.

"Please, at least one spoon. If you still don't want to after trying it, I will stop bothering you, ok?"

Your gentle tone laced with worry made Mammon waver. After a moment, just short of too long until you wanted to ask if he had fallen asleep again, he hummed affirmatively and opened his mouth.

You chuckled.

"Oh man, you can't eat while lying down like that, babe. Come on, you need to sit up a bit. I'll help you too", you told him and proceeded to do just that, letting him lean on you and propping him up with pillows. Just enough so that he could eat.

Carefully, you sat on the edge of his bed and scooped some soup onto the spoon and brought it to your mouth to blow on it with one hand underneath in case it spilled. When you decided it should be cool enough to eat, you moved it to Mammon's lips instead, gently asking him to open them.

He did and obediently swallowed the food. A hum left him and you asked if it tasted good.

"Can't really taste much but... ya made it. It's yummy..", he trailed off, eyes falling shut just a bit more than before.

"Do you want some more, then?"

He agreed and you repeated the process of feeding him once, twice, thrice, before his head fell forward a bit. Quickly, he woke up again at the sudden movement, but he blinked at you blearily again.

You put the spoon into the bowl and helped Mammon lie down more comfortably again. Then, you cupped his cheek and caressed it with your thumb.

"Thank you, Mammon. You did so well, but you're much too tired now. We will try again a bit later. Rest now, my love."

When you moved to stand up and leave, his hand loosely caught your fingers. With pleading eyes, he looked up at you.

"Don't leave... please."

Somehow, your heart hurt but felt so soothingly warm at the same time. You leaned down to kiss his forehead softly, sitting down at his bedside again and taking a hold of his hand.

"I'll be here. I won't leave."

Mammon's expression relaxed immediately, eyes closed as he quickly dozed off. Oh, how much you loved this demon.

[matenrou-fan]

hi there! was wondering if you could do some headcanons about jyuto, sasara and doppo's love languages / how they show affection?:) and totally up to you, but maybe also including what love languages they like to recieve from their s/o? thank you !❤️

Jyuto, Sasara and Doppo's love languages (+ what love languages they would like to receive)

hiii!! here it is <3 thank YOU for that cute request!!

NBreader, fluff, comfort, mention of alcohol in Jyuto's part

[give]

-Gift giving.

-He really loves to spoil you, a lot. Especially if you are an obedient partner (this man just loves to be in charge and control lol)

-Always have something to give you on your dates, small but valuable gifts, things that you always dreamed about or some accessories that he thinks would look pretty on you.

-Not only accessories but some clothes sometimes too. Jyuto has a fashion sense and he loves to make matching outfits with you.

-Also, it warms up his heart so much when he notices how often you are wearing his gifts, be it a small ring or a whole outfit, he's really pleased that you enjoy his affection.

-Even when you don't ask for anything he will find something fitting to your personality. Your surprised happy face with little sparkles in your eyes is just so cute..

-Don't mind buying you something more expensive, but as a special occasion or if he was really romantic and sensitive these last few days. After all, you know the way to capture his heart and bring his softer side from the depth of his soul.

[receive]

-Quality time.

-He can be pretty jealous and possessive and knowing that you will spend your whole evening only with him today makes him happy. You're here just for him, he's here just for you.. Isn't this great?

-There's no better way to relax for Jyuto than to sit with you in his house, drinking wine on a couch and watching a film after a long, long day at work..

-Probably will complain a little about his job and stupid cops around him as you are the only one he can vent like this to.

-Or maybe he wants to spoil you with a little date, you in this beautiful outfit he bought you before, looking at him with a little blush and soft smile..

-Always act so teasing and playful but actually he remembers all your dates deep inside his soul, knowing by heart places that you liked more or less, as he values your time together more than anything.

[give]

-Words of affirmation

-It's actually more like anecdotes of affirmation with him, as he always can't keep his mouth shut, coming up with new flirty puns about everything in you - your adorable appearance, cute behavior, anything..!

-It's just so hard not to, cause you are really precious to him and he needs to tell you about this as much as he can.

-If you will laugh or even just snort to his terrible puns he will fall for you even more, and now there is no way you can stop him with these awkward compliments.

-He has a good imagination so even if you point out a thing that you don't like in yourself he will find a way to turn it into a good trait. Not in a funny goofy way, but this time he comes up with deep words to actually soothe you.

-You just need to look at yourself from his point of view and realize why he's so madly in love with you and doesn't see any flaws.

-And the best way to make you think like that it's to always remind you how he values you in his life. And jokes help him to make it easy and more memorable.

[receiving]

-Physical touch.

-Your arms are always so gentle and delicate, he's willing to spend hours in your hugs as you two cuddle in his bed, or with his head on your laps, as you play with his hair a little.

-Give him a little massage and he will melt absolutely, mewling and whispering how much he's loving you. Sasara always reminds you of a cat but when he's so relaxed and sleepy he's even more like a small kitty.

-He can't even say why he's so addicted to your warmth, but his heart trembles every time you embrace him after work or just take his hand on a date.

-Even when you are not with him and Sasara feels lonely or when he's really tired at work, if he concentrates enough he will feel a ghost of your light touch on his skin.

-Thought about your warm and soft body makes him cheer up again and continue to work, he is already imagining your small bright smile and caring gaze when you two will sit on the couch, kissing and cuddling.

[give]

-Quality time.

-He is always so busy with his job and paperwork so, in his vision, the most valuable non-physical thing he can give you is his time.

-It's his weekend, and he can just lie down in his bed for the whole day, sleeping and resting, but here he is, with you, cuddling on the couch and talking softly. Because he loves you more than sleep and is willing to never rest again if it means he can be with you forever.

-Prefer to hang out with you in his house, doing something peaceful and calm, maybe taking care of his flowers or baking something simple together.

-But if you want an outdoor date, he doesn't mind walking with you in the park or having a small lunch in a cafe.

-After all, your smiling cute face is worth it, even if he was working his ass off the whole week before and doesn't feel his legs now. But he feels this tingle sensation in his heart when you take his hand in yours or kiss him so softly.. So yeah, it's totally worth it.

[receive]

-Praising/ words of affirmation

-This man lives to hear your compliments and kind words, it always melts his soul.

-He got used to being treated like garbage in his work and hearing someone being so proud of him.. Doppo always starts giggling awkwardly and hides his blushing face in his hands every time, his chest overfilled with joy.

-Your soft words are completely opposite of his casual negative thoughts, so it helps him to think in a more positive way.

-Receiving a small text from you with good luck wishes is enough for him to work hard for the whole day without any complaints, as he wants to meet your expectations. (and receive more praise)

-He always talks bad about himself but doesn't mind bragging a little in front of you. He just wants you to know all his achievements, even a small one, as he knows you would congratulate him with your bright smile and loving gaze and he can't help but feel a wave of goosebumps running through his whole body every time you do this.

[artificialsmartass]

Slight sub! Dazai x male! Reader drabble cause I cant get him outta my head 😩

I'm like tripping balls rn so I'm not sure what to put for tags. Dazais bottoming. Reader is male bodied. Unsafe sex (always practice safe sex for your health! This is a work of fiction!) Dacryphila, Overstimulation- dazai scratches, mentions of orgasam denial (if theres anything else I am sorry)

NOT PROOF READ OR EDITED

A/n- posting this post me tripping balls- ima try and write more while I'm high I had fun with this 🤣

Female aligned people DNI!

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His back is pressed flush against your chest, chest rising and falling raggedly. Dazai was gripping the sheets like his life depended on it. His neglected cock ached and leaked pre, begging for his release as much as he was.

"Ah, fuck right there right there I'm-" his pleas ending in a loud whine as you stilled your hips, hands running down his thighs

"What do you want?" Dazai kept his mouth shut, biting into his lip "if you don't tell me, I can't help you" you smile down at him. He's certain you're a sadist.

"Need to cum" he turned his head to make eye contact with you, and your breath hitched. The beginnings of tears were in his eyes, dancing just behind his eyes lashes "please need to so bad. Want you to make me cum" his words were followed by a whimper as you pull out

"Turn over" he obediently turns over, now on his back

"Please" he said again. Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and slowly you begin to jerk him off. His hips lifted off the bed and arched into your touch "f-faster please" he moaned out

"Of course" you respond, instantly speeding up your movements. His cock twitches in your hand and you know hes close

"You gonna cum?" You asked him, picking up the pace yet again "go on and cum. Be a good boy for f'me and cum" he released all over his own stomach, some drops splattering on his chest. His moan was loud and lengthy, the relief of being granted release after so much denial was heavenly. He revealed in the feeling of you jerking him off through his orgasm, until it began to feel like too much. You weren't stopping

"It's too much" he managed out, trying to push slightly on your hand, back arching from the overstimulation already "a-ah fuck- I can't-"

"You can" you affirm, gently stroking him, leaning up so you could get into his ear as he pants and moans " 'm gonna fuck your tight ass again" you whispered. Dazai clenched around nothing, already feeling the heavy weight of anticipation. Your hand finally stopped, allowing him to relax a moment. The moment was short lived.

You pushed his legs up to his chest, pressing them down and restricting his movement. He felt something cold shoot into his ass, and he jumped a bit

"Lube" you told him, running a hand down his side. You squeezed more over your dick, spreading it around. When satisfied by the coverage, you wasted no more time and sinking your cock past the tight rim of his ass.

"Fuck!" Dazai keened, and you had to stop for a moment. He really was tight, and him clenching around you didn't help maneuvering at all.

"Relax Dazai" you leaned forward, putting further weight onto his legs which were already pressing hard into his chest "be a good boy and relax so I can fuck you good" Dazai forced himself to relax, and you pulled out halfway and then slammed back in. He called out your name, his hands gripping anywhere they could ahold of. Your cock was hitting his prostate so deliciously. Pleasure wracked through every inch of his body. And god was he vocal. Letting out high strings of praise, lewd moans and pathetic whines. You looked down at him currently begging for you not to stop and almost cum at the sight alone. Tears stain the side of his face, his hair was sticking slightly to his forehead, his mouth stayed at least slightly agape. His own previous release coating his abdomen and chest. He looked absolutely stunning. You quickened your pace.

"Right there! Right there! Don't stop fuck-" Dazai panted. Your hand wrapped around his re-hardened cock, and began jerking him off in time with your thrusts. The pleasure was too much for Dazai, and he was soon releasing all over his chest once more with a cry of your name leaving his lips. You were nearing your release, too. You continued to use Dazais ass to chase your own release

"Fuck- I'm gonna cum" you warn Dazai, thrusting in and out a few more times before pulling out completely. You stroke your cock one, two, three times and then you're shooting cum all over his chest, your release mixing with his own.

You instantly drop his legs and crawl up next to him, pushing the hair out of his face

"You okay? Did so good for me" you whispered, and he nodded

"I'm okay" his breath shuddered slightly. You excused yourself to bring back a washcloth and then wipe his body down, cleaning off the sweat and cum from the past few hours.

[merakiui]

For sk!Jade if and when his darling does cave and decides to become more physically intimate with him, I feel that he’d offer more external stimulation rather than internal due to the stress of their pregnancy. So I’m just imagining them going through the buildup and getting to the point where Jades completely eating them out, he tries so hard to avoid using his teeth due to how uncomfortable he assumes that would be, but he can only do so much, his jaw slightly relaxing, as he feels himself being lost in the muffled yet breathy affirmations and drawn out moans you answer with to his ministrations, almost ashamedly, barely caressing the tips of his teeth onto your flesh. Then all of a sudden, they’re hit with flashbacks to the bathroom of Jade practically salivating over their leg coming so close to giving into his instinct to consume their human flesh, seeing the same glint in his inhumanly sharp teeth and genuinely fearing for their life as he continues to attack their points of pleasure. They may try to pull back or signal for him to slow down, but it’ll take a moment for him to register that something’s wrong, even then it takes a lot of self control for him to stop. He just can’t help it honestly, you really are delicious, and he can’t wait to confirm his suspicions that you in fact are, in more ways than just this one.

Sorry just had to leave this here-

Yes, yes!!! orz

When it comes to Jade, you really have to make your boundaries clear otherwise he'll just assume everything's fair game. Since he's so obediently following your 'no touching' rule, he isn't allowed to do anything to you unless you give explicit consent. So if your hormones get the best of you and you can't seem to find pleasure with just your hands, he'd be very willing to help. But alas... That pesky rule prevents him from doing anything. What a shame. :( Jade is smirking so deviously as he watches your face shift through all sorts of conflicted emotions. It's so obvious you're debating your next words, but when you do decide to let him touch you it's over for you. >:)

If you're too nervous to let him eat you out, considering he was once so close to making a meal out of your leg, he'll offer to finger you instead. It's actually a little cute if you get embarrassed about how upfront he is with everything. He'll just tilt his head innocently as he spreads your legs and shoves two fingers into your mouth so you can coat them with your saliva, all while going on about how this shouldn't be anything new. You've done this and more with Azul plenty of times, right? What's the difference? The difference is that he's criminally insane and murderous and Azul isn't. But details, details!

What can Jade not do? Really, he's almost too good at pleasuring you. You try to bicker with him, but he'll thrust his slim fingers up inside you and any hateful remarks will soon be replaced with breathy moans and whines. And all while you fall apart on his fingers, he'll smile oh-so-smugly at you.

"A moment ago you seemed so ready to kill me and now look at you."

"Fuck you," you hiss through grit teeth.

"If you insist. What positions do you prefer?"

Sometimes you wish Jade would keep his clever mouth shut.

[viatagrinner]

Gilbert von Obsidian. Christmas. I give you my love.

Chapter 2

Gilbert brings lots of sweets for the children. The prince looks at Lucien.

Lucien, who was carrying a large number of packages, puts them in the nearest wooden box with an impassive expression on his face.

Boy: Wow...it's true! Thank you Gil!

Girl:  I love you! In the future you will be my husband.

Gilbert: Uh, really? I'm so happy.

Gilbert has been picking out gifts for these children since the beginning. The prince's red eyes, which are usually frightening, today are somehow good-natured.

The boy turned his attention to MC. He recognized her.

(Wait, this child lives next door.)

She needs to be careful not to give herself away.

Boy: Do you happen to know Gil?

MC: Uh-huh... Are we friends?

Boys: Cool. Gil is a nice guy, right?

MC rambles something affirmative and asks how often the kids hang out with Gil.

Boy: From time to time. I happened to meet him on the street and made him our friend.

Also, Gilbert knows a lot of things, and he taught the kids how to write.

.... Also, how to rip off a pickpocket in case of an emergency, how to protect yourself, how to get back at someone you hate.

MC is dumbfounded.

MC: Master Gilbert.

(What are you teaching!?)

The prince asked not to use titles and call him Gil.

MC: ....Gilbert...mister.

Gilbert: You're stubborn.

(As one might expect, even I can't behave like the children.)

The prince didn't force her.

Gilbert thinks that even if these are bad things, it is better to know them.

Gilbert: It might someday become a weapon to protect yourself.

He strokes the child's head. The kid is happy.

Gilbert: Most of the children here are poor. They have to dream.

Gilbert: Children in any country have the right to be happy because they haven't done anything wrong.

Maybe he says that because there are a lot of poor kids like that in his country.

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Gilbert beckons to the boy, who says he knows MC.

Because of her "shyness", the girl says little about herself, and the prince wants to know more.

Gilbert: What does she usually do?

(Oh, no... Not good!)

The residents have orders of secrecy. But the children are an exception.

The boy told Gilbert that the heroine works in a bookstore.

......No way to mislead.

Gilbert: Hey, isn't she the daughter of a nobleman?

Boy: What are you talking about? MC is my neighbor. She's on good terms with my mom!

Gilbert: I've never heard about it before. ....Hehe

The prince from Obsidian throws a meaningful look at the heroine. She averts her eyes.

She wonders if this was Gilbert's plan all along.

Gilbert wanted to ask something else, but MC cuts him off. She wants to tell a story.

The children are curious.

Girl: I love love love stories!

MC tells them about the prince and princess.

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City Square. Near the fountain.

MC spoke for a very long time to keep Gilbert from putting words in. She is tired, wants to pretend that nothing has happened and quickly leave.

However, the prince prevents the girl from escaping by grabbing her hand.

Gilbert: Aren't children obedient and sweet?

Gilbert: Adults can keep their mouths shut, but children can't lie.

Gilbert: And they're good at keeping an eye on the town. It's better than hiring a bad informant.

MC: ...Is it possible that you are using a child?

(Master Gilbert's good intentions weren't just good intentions... they were little spies.)

Gilbert observes, if chattering is "use," perhaps it is.

However, the girl lied. How she explains it?

(Even if you didn't ask the child, you knew all along.)

She can't even tell a bad lie.

MC: ...I'm begging you. Please don't tell anyone about me.

I had to admit defeat.

Gilbert: You're stupid.

Gilbert: When you "ask," you choose to be in subjection to me.

Gilbert: Now you're really mine, aren't you?

There's a holiday outside and people are cheering, but not the heroine, the atmosphere around her has changed.

Stroking her head, he lightly coiled her hair. There was a black ribbon in her hair.

Gilbert: Since you're mine, you'll listen to me, right?

MC: ....If it's not to Rhodolite's detriment.

Gilbert: Okay, then.

(...What should I do if I'm asked to do something outrageous?)

Closing her eyes, she feels his breath...

Gilbert: I'd love to visit your home.

Gilbert's Masterlist

[gaydennisreynolds]

fuck it we post homoerotic basketball scene. macdennis sexual tension draft, 910 words, just silly self-indulgence

“You’ve got h-o-r,” Mac laughs in between gasps of breath, hands on his knees, grinning up at Dennis like he just invented comedy. “You know, because you’re a–”

“Shut the fuck up, idiot,” Dennis says, but he smiles back despite himself, passing the basketball to Mac with more force than is strictly necessary. It bounces off Mac’s bicep and earns him a string of inventive curses while Mac trots after it, stopping it with his foot and balancing awkwardly on one leg as he tries to grab it before it can roll further away. Dennis snorts at the sight--Mac is such a tryhard fucking loser--and like he can hear inside Dennis' head, Mac shoots him a glare with no real heat behind it. Mac scoops the ball up, flexing his biceps unsubtly, and dribbles it back across the basketball court, eyes squinted the way they do when he gets all laser-focused and intense, and he shoots Dennis a cocksure grin before setting up a shot which he spectacularly misses.

Dennis turns away so that Mac can’t see the laughter shaking through his body at the crestfallen look on Mac’s face. They’re having a good time, which can be hard to come by these days, and Dennis doesn’t want this moment to explode into thrown punches and split lips like it did last time. When he’s composed himself, he accepts the pass Mac offers and makes his shot from the three-point line, not passing up the opportunity to shoot Mac a smarmy smirk and waggle his eyebrows.

“I believe you get an E if you miss, dude,” Dennis says with fake pleasantry, as though he thought Mac needed help keeping score. “How would it reflect on you to lose your fifth game in a row?” he continues, just for the sheet pleasure of watching Mac start to get a little mad. 

"Give it here, fucker," Mac demands, and Dennis complies, biting down hard on the inside of his lip to keep his mouth from twitching up into a smile. Mac sets up his shot, waits, breathes, prays, and misses--the ball flying a mile left of the goal, not even hitting the rim or the square. Dennis whoops. “Fuck,” Mac swears, with feeling, and scampers off after the ball. When he retrieves it, he trots back over to Dennis and gives him an appraising once-over.

“Sunscreen time, dude,” Mac says with conviction. Mac’s own face is turning pink and boyish in the sunshine, and Dennis can feel the heat licking at his shoulderblades; he knows better than to argue this point with Mac, or try to take a moment to gloat over his victory. He doesn’t want his skin to wrinkle under the force of the sun, either, and Mac takes protecting Dennis from sun exposure very seriously. It's easier just to nod an affirmation and walk back over to the bench, presenting Mac with his back.

It’s summer in Philly, hot as all hell, and the midday sun sends rivulets of sweat dripping down both their naked chests. Mac takes a second to wipe Dennis down with his towel – “The sunscreen needs a dry surface to sink into, dude, do you want skin cancer?,” Mac had said, rather aggressively, when Dennis had questioned him on it years ago – and Dennis closes his eyes and doesn’t try to hide how much he enjoys the slow, gentle strokes of the towel over his entire back. It’s like being a little kid again. Who wouldn’t enjoy being taken care of like this? And anyway Mac can’t see his face so it’s a victimless crime. When he hears the snap of the sunscreen lid, he sticks his hand out obediently for Mac to give him enough to cover his chest and arms with. Dennis rubs himself down while Mac starts in on his back.

Mac takes his time, massaging the sunscreen in as much as he can. He spends a considerable amount of time working out the tension in Dennis’ shoulders while covering them in sunblock, and kneading the sunscreen deep into the knot at the base of Dennis’ spine. Dennis slathers his front as well as he can with Mac being so distracting behind him, and when Mac steps back Dennis spins around to have Mac rub in any spots he missed on his chest. Dennis closes his eyes, more to avoid having to look Mac in the eye than anything else, while Mac rubs his pecs gently–to make sure the lotion doesn’t get stuck in Dennis’ chest hair, obviously–and trails his hand down Dennis’ happy trail to check for total absorption. The sun is beating down so hard that Dennis can feel himself flushing red.

When Mac is finished, they look at each other for a moment that crackles with something heavy, and without breaking the eye contact Mac passes Dennis the communal water bottle, their fingers brushing as Dennis reaches out for it. If Mac watches Dennis’ throat work when he swallows, and if Dennis does the same thing when it’s Mac’s turn to suck down some water, well, there wasn’t anyone around to notice.

Mac smiles at him so brightly he puts the sun to shame. “This game is definitely mine,” he declares confidently, waving Dennis off with a dismissive flap of the hand when Dennis mutters, “you say that every time."

Mac misses his shot so badly that the basketball flies clear over the fence surrounding the court and rolls into the street, where someone narrowly avoids running it over.

[feline-gal]

The door slams loudly against the wall as it's kicked open, it's rusty old latch still stuck in the strike.

“Go, go, go!” Nightwing commands, the civilians obediently hurrying out and down the fire escape “C'mon, guys, single file, just 'cuz the landlord doesn't follow code doesn't give you a free pass.”

Once the last of the floor's tenants are out the poorly maintained door, Dick charges through the burning building, keeping an eye out for any more people in need, listening carefully for any cries for help through the roaring of the flames.

As well as the roaring of something else.

Soon enough he finds some and starts guiding them to safety, reassuring them that everything's going to be fine.

An already open fire escape door just comes into view when, as if to spite him, the ceiling suddenly starts collapsing on top of them.

“Look out!” Nightwing exclaims as he bodily shoves a couple people out of the way, taking the brunt of the falling rubble. He pushes himself up as much as he can with a groan “Everyone OK?” he asks, glancing around at the frightened civilians.

They each give an affirmation, some start trying to help the vigilante out from under the debris.

“Something's up there!” one says panickedly, pointing up towards the new hole in the ceiling.

The sounds of tromping footsteps and animalistic growling corroborate the claim.

“Great.” Nightwing comments sardonically “That's great. Gonna have to deal with that as soon as I'm out of here. Just gotta grab some..”

As he's reaching for the pocket containing his fire extinguisher pellet bombs, an unnaturally cold wind starts billowing through the room, snuffing much of the surrounding flames and leaving frost in it's wake before dying down just as suddenly as it'd started up.

Nightwing blinks “Or, that could happen.” he says as he shoves the now brittle debris off himself and stands back up on his feet, dusting himself off “Okay, everybody, let's not look a gift horse in the mouth and get back to getting the heck out of dodge.”

With that he ushers the civilians the rest of the way out of the building, then heads back over to the rubble pile and parkours his way up through the hole to the next floor, which isn't in any better condition than the others.

Through a couple charred holes in a couple walls, he sees a large hulking figure ambling about unbothered by the flames engulfing it's body.

Nightwing pulls his escrima sticks out of their holsters and makes his way towards the creature as quickly and stealthily as he can.

The beast suddenly jolts and lets out a pained roar, thrashing it's limbs wildly in an attempt to hit some unseen attacker. It's frantic swinging sends a piece of furniture flying right towards Nightwing, forcing him to leap out of the way and into the open.

“Yo! Where's the fire?” he snarks. The creature focuses on him and growls, baring it's too many razor sharp teeth at him. Nightwing grins cockily at it from under his gas mask as he takes in it's bear-like appearance “And just what are you supposed to be? Smokey Bear's arsonist cousin he never talks about?”

The flaming zombie bear thing doesn't seem to appreciate the vigilante's sense of humor and grabs another piece of furniture to throw at him.

Nightwing dashes and ducks under the oncoming projectile, gets up close to the beast and leaps into the air with a flip, aiming a kick to it's jaw..

Only for his foot to go right through like it isn't even there.

And as his backflip spins him back around, he finds himself facing an open maw full of very sharp teeth.

“Whoop!”

Nightwing suddenly feels himself being yanked back, the creature's jaws snapping shut on the air where his face just was. It snarls angrily at the loss of it's prey, then gets blasted in the face by a bright blue laser beam that leaves a chunk of solid ice.

“Careful there!” a somewhat familiar voice chides as it's owner sets the vigilante down a fair distance away from the beast now struggling to claw ice off it's face.

Looking over, Nightwing finds a tall, broad shouldered man, very similar to the one who'd saved him the other day, only his skin isn't so much green as it is unnaturally pale, his snow white hair casually defies gravity but moves nothing like the flames surrounding them, and the eyes that quickly glance him over for serious injuries are an eerie shade of green that reminds him of Jason's rare episodes of Pit Madness.

The new stranger meets his eyes and flashes a smile “Don't want you becoming a song lyric now, do we?” he quips.

Nightwing chuckles “Heh, yeah. Thanks for not letting that happen, Jack Frost.”

The stranger gives a chuckle of his own “Name's Phantom, actually.” he introduces.

“Never heard of ya'.” Nightwing comments “You new to this hero business?”

“Nah.” Phantom waves off “I've been around a while, just don't get out of my hometown very often, prefer to keep this-” he gestures to the flaming bear thing still working on it's unwanted ice mask “-particular brand of crazy contained.”

“Seems like there's been a breach.” the more local hero points out.

“Not my fault.” the newcomer states, then under his breath mutters “This time.”

“Sure.” is all Nightwing says about that “So, I'm guessing I'm a little bit totally ineffective against this thing?”

“No, actually.” Phantom declares, pointing at the strip of metal wrapped around the beast's neck “The one thing on it you can touch is the collar that's driving it crazy,” as if on cue, the lights and circuit patterns on the neckband begin glowing brighter and crackling with electricity, causing the bear thing to let out another pained roar “and said collar doesn't particularly like me touching it. Soo..”

“You'll keep Burny Bear busy while I go for his jewelry?” Nightwing asks, shifting into a ready position as he watches the creature finally break the ice off it's face.

“Exactly!” Phantom confirms with a thumbs up, also shifting his stance.

The beast lets out another roar and charges at them.

Nightwing dodges to the side while Phantom jumps backwards, keeping the thing's attention on him as he allows it to chase but never touch him.

The former boy wonder keeps to the creature's blind spots as he watches Phantom dodge it's strikes, weaving through the air with all the grace that came with several years worth of practice, his legs at some point having turned into a wispy black tail, occasionally firing off blasts of either icy blue or Lazarus Waters green.

The bear thing sinks it's claws into a larger piece of furniture and swings it's forelimbs upwards, sending the object flying at the Meta pestering it. The item goes right through Phantom like he isn't even there and crashes into the ceiling, sending dust and debris falling down around the floating hero.

Phantom pokes his head out of the dust cloud only to get smacked in the face by one of the beast's paws, sending him careening into a wall.

Nightwing's eyes widen in horror at the sight of the Meta's crumpled body, his neck bent at an unnatural angle.

“Ow.” Phantom groans as he lifts his head and snaps his neck back into place with a series of sickening cracks.

The local vigilante sighs in relief at the revelation of the newcomer's healing factor, but doesn't let his guard drop.

The bear thing lunges at the downed hero, claws and fangs bared with vicious intent. Phantom throws up his hands and a wall of that Lazarus green energy materializes between him and the creature, blocking it's attacks.

“Y'see, Burny;” he quips “This shit is why you don't get invited to Thanksgiving dinner anymore.”

Burny bear roars indignantly at the comment and continues slashing and biting at the energy shield.

Seeing his opportunity, Nightwing exchanges his escrima sticks for a pair of explosive Wing-Dings as he charges towards the beast. He leaps into the air and jams the bladed weapons into the seams of the collar, priming them, before kicking off the wall and reverse somersaulting away.

The creature pauses in it's ineffectual assault to wonder at the strange new beeping devices attached to it's neck before they promptly explode. It growls and shakes it's head, seeming more bothered by the loud noise and flash of light than anything else. Meanwhile, it's collar just barely survived the dual blasts and is now sparking wildly.

Once it regains it's vision, the bear thing catches sight of Nightwing and snarls, beginning to advance upon him.

“Oh no you don't!” Phantom exclaims as he drops his shield and pounces up onto the creature's back, clamping his hands down around it's jaws. The beast reels back and thrashes, trying to dislodge the Meta from it's back.

Nightwing pulls his escrima sticks back out, with the click of a button they whir to life, electricity crackling around their ends. Once again he runs right back up to the creature and jams the charged bastons into the exposed circuitry of the collar.

The bear thing lets out another roar of pain as electric bolts dance across it's upper body in a dazzling display that Nightwing has to shut his eyes against to avoid getting blinded by.

After a moment, the collar finally breaks apart and crumbles off it's wearer, who's pained cry peters out as it starts to fall over.

Nightwing steps back from the toppling beast while Phantom simply hovers in place over it. The two heroes let out a sigh as they watch their opponent crash to the ground, it's flames dimming somewhat.

“And now;” Phantom says as he pulls an odd high-tech looking cylinder off his belt “Soup time!” with that he pops the cap off the item, points it's open end towards the bear thing and clicks the button on it's side. With a bright blue light and a rush of air, the creature is sucked into the object, which Phantom promptly re-caps.

Nightwing blinks “Is that-” he points at the item “-a thermos?”

“Yup!” Phantom confirms cheerily.

“So, when you said 'soup time'..”

“No.” Phantom waves off with a roll of his eyes “I'm not actually going to turn it into soup and eat it. I'm gonna release it into it's natural habitat as soon as I get the chance.”

Nightwing blinks again “That thing has a natural habitat?”

“Yup!” Phantom again confirms cheerily.

“Where?” Nightwing quirks a brow “In hell?”

“Prob'ly.” Phantom replies with a shrug “Speaking of which, I better start putting out all this fire.” with that he flies off, a strong gust of unnaturally cold wind following him as he makes a circuit around the floor, dowsing the flames as he goes and leaving patches of frost in his wake.

Seeing as the other hero has the situation well in hand, Nightwing makes his way out of the building and onto the rooftop of a nearby, less scorched building, watching the newcomer's work from afar.

Eventually, Phantom rises up into the air in front of the local vigilante “Nice teaming up with you, Nightwing.” he comments, not halting in his ascent “See ya around!” he says with a two fingered salute before fading into invisibility.

“Same to you.” Nightwing replies to the seemingly empty air.

He hums contemplatively to himself as he muses over this second new Meta and his familiar appearance.

Curiouser and Curiouser..

Soulmate Song

After a long day at his work, Dick starts walking back to his apartment humming his soulmate song. A large man that looks vaguely like Clark shows up and starts calling him "Dan" and telling him that he shouldn't wander off in a new city without letting him know. There was also something about "changing appearances" in the lecture too, but he wasn't able to get a word in edgewise. So, he just stood there letting the man fuss over him.

After a while, another guy shows up whistling his soulmate song! The new guy was just as tall and broad shouldered as the first but with wavy silver hair that he had in a low ponytail. The first guy called him Dan and quickly realized what had happened. He'd been mistaken for his soulmate. How did that happen?

As he starts trying to talk to the guy, the two men apologize and disappear.

Now, Dick had to find his soulmate before he leaves Bludhaven.

[painsandconfusion]

Tomorrow

With You - Part Ten

(tw: torture mention, burning mention, creepy/intimate whumper, dubcon kiss, gaslighting)

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It was warm. 

The pillows propped up against their back soaked in their heat and fed it back to them little by little, adjourning the lingering cold from the shower Oren helped them through. The blankets were warm. The mattress. Oren’s knee that brushed against their thigh. The oatmeal at their lips - soft and sweet. 

Everything was warm.

Their tears had finally dried out, leaving itching trials across dry skin as they ate slowly. Obediently. With each mouthful Oren brought to their lips, they felt a little more grounded. Less spinning. Less floating. More real.

Oren had taken such care with it. Fresh apples caramelized with cinnamon and simmered into the oats. He hated cooking, and he’d taken the time to make something that would make them feel more themself. More at home in their skin.

Ida felt sick.

Ungrateful.

Ashamed that they still flinched, even when he was being so gentle.

But even with that, Oren was patient. He just let out a small, sad sigh, leaning in to press a kiss to their temple or their shoulder or their hand. Anywhere he could reach. Just little affirmations and assurances that there’d be no blood today.

This was better.

This was fine.

When Oren finally set the empty bowl aside, he tucked the blankets out of the way enough to slip in next to them. Right next to them. They could feel his warmth pressing along their arm, their side, and all the way down their leg. Then over their shoulders and he slipped an arm around them and pulled them closer.

Ida didn’t bother fighting it. Then just leaned in. Desperate for the softness and warmth he provided. 

Their voice was so soft as they hushed out a tiny, “thank you…-”

Oren just hummed in response, pressing a kiss to the top of their head. “I know this wasn’t…the best of circumstances. But the house looks wonderful. You always do such a great job.”

Ida’s mind numbly retraces their steps - they’d gotten almost every room in the house. All but the basement and attic. It must be late in the day now. The sun was down. They were too tired to think about what time it might be.

They found their head leaning against his neck, eyes too tired to closer completely. They were limp. Aching. Every inch of them throbbed with exertion and burns. The smallest, strangled whimper squeaked from their throat in response.

“Hey..” Oren softly tipped their chin up, gripping it between a knuckle and thumb. “What’s wrong?”

Ida’s eyes screwed shut - not wanting to meet his gaze - not when he was this close. “I j-...it…it h-urts-”

Oren chuckled softly. “The pain is good for you. It externalizes all that inner turmoil. Gives it an outlet. You want that, right?”

Ida stayed silent, lips pinching together.

Oren’s grip increased a fraction. They could feel him stiffen slightly around them.

“Right?” he repeated.

Ida was tired. Too tired to fight. 

Maybe they should fight. 

Maybe they should kick and scream and run if even just for defiance’ sake. 

But they were so tired.

“...yes-” The word slipped out of them in one, small breath. Not even a whisper.

Oren hummed in approval. “Kiss me?”

Ida should fight.

They knew they should.

They knew they should say no or pull away or do anything to make this stop.

But they were so tired.

Their lips met his without hesitation.

They could fight tomorrow.

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[pinkteapotwriting]

Needy Boys

Marauders x fem!reader

Summary : Marauders all in subspace baby

Warning : Smut, Dom/Sub relationship, Dom!reader, subspace, praise kink kinda idk, male penetration, oral 

Word count : 1162

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I hope y’all like it. Can’t imagine doing aftercare for this many people in subspace but anyway, enjoy xXx

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Lifting off of James’s face was harder than you had anticipated, not because of the pleasure, but because of the determined grip he had on your thighs. James was in a very bleary headspace, as were the rest of the marauders. Remus was actually holding your hand, needing to be close to you, to feel more grounded. Sirius was sitting cross legged at the end of the bed, arms folding over one another as he furrowed his eyebrows at his two best friends for touching what he wanted to touch, for pleasing who he wanted to please. 

“Jamie, you gotta let me go love.”

He answered quietly between leaving open mouth kisses against your inner thigh.

“No Mommy, just wanna make you feel good.”

“You made Mommy feel so wonderful love, but now it’s too much, if you wanted to be a good boy for me you’d obey.”

He immediately released his grip, though not without pressing one last kiss to your throbbing clit.

“Okay, now my turn.”

You chuckled at Sirius’s eagerness, but the way Remus was clutching you as he moved you to straddle his lap instead of James’s face made your heart melt at his neediness. He buried his face in your chest and you could feel him smile at the pure glee of having you be close to him like this. You scratched the back of his head lightly, which had him nuzzling in closer.

“Mommy, I said it’s my turn.”

“Honey, I don’t think Remus will let me be quite frank.”

“That’s not fair, I want to make you feel good too.”

“I know baby, just a bit longer okay?”

“Mommy I need you.”

“Okay love, need something to distract you huh?”

He nodded eagerly.

“Okay c’mere love, Jamie, sit up against the headboard please.”

Remus kept a death grip on you as Sirius approached, not willing to let you go. 

“Alright Siri, look how hard Jamie’s cock is just by pleasing Mommy. Do you want to please me?”

He gulped, and nodded.

“Cat got your tongue? And just when I was about to find a way to shut you up you do it yourself.”

But Sirius wasn’t looking at you anymore, he was fixated on James’s reddened  tip with pre cum already weeping out of his slit.

“Why don’t you help him with that Siri, isn’t it so pretty?”

He didn’t even answer, he just got down on his hands and knees and started wrapping his lips around the head of James’s cock. James had his fists clenched, overwhelmed with pleasure after being left alone for so long. 

“Jamie, you can touch him, you know he likes it when his pretty hair is touched.”

Sirius let out a low moan as James’s nimble fingers wrapped around his long ebony curls.

You had never had all three of them in subspace before, all of them so malleable to your requests and guidance, anything to please you. Remus was impossibly needy, not even capable of words anymore, just whines and burrowing his face into you. But you knew what he wanted, you just had to coax it out of him.

“C’mon Remus, don’t be shy. Don’t you want to see?”

He nodded before turning towards the sounds of James’s groans, and Sirius’s gags as his nose brushed his happy trail. 

“Here, let me move so you can get a better look.”

You climbed off him and moved to sit behind him instead, rubbing his thighs now instead.

“My little voyeur, you like watching Sirius get James off?”

He nodded.

“No, you have to use your words, then maybe I can help you too. I asked if you liked watching James’s cock sliding down Sirius’s throat.”

“Yes Mommy, I do. Looks so good.”

You hummed in affirmation, held out an open palm to James, and you knew he got the message when he spit into your hand. Remus’s needy whines as you stroked his cock had Sirius rubbing himself absentmindedly.

“Jamie, why don’t you put your cock to some other use now, Siri needs to cum too.

“Yes ma’am”

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Sirius was now on all fours as James slid his cock in and out of his tight hole. Remus threw his head back as he bucked up into your hand, not seeming to be able to control his hips. Your free hand gripped his jaw and forced him to make eye contact with Sirius.

“Don’t take your eyes off of his, love. Want Sirius to see how pretty you are when I make you cum.”

Sirius was resisting the urge to bury his face into the sheets below him, to completely let the pleasure that James was giving him overwhelm him, but his desire to be obedient to you, to please you, had him maintain eye contact with the glassy eyed Remus. Besides, he couldn’t deny the arousal he felt at Remus’s wide eyed gaze. 

The aura of desperation and neediness filled you with pride, you had three willing boys who trusted you to be in a vulnerable mindset. They trusted you to take care of them, and you would never fail to do so.

“Are my boys close? Want you all to cum for me. Can you do that? Need my darlings to be good for their mommy.”

“Fuck!” Sirius shouted. 

“Language Sirius, is James making you feel good? You like his big dick stretching you out and hitting all the right places? Love it when he does that for me, he does such a good job. I think you look so much prettier taking his cock though. Being on your knees suits you baby.”

James and Sirius both whimpered at the same time, clearly they liked your little speech. The cum dripped out of Sirius as evidence, and Sirius’s release on the bedspread below him. You pressed kisses to Remus’s neck before cooing in his ear. You sped up your pace, and every once in a while ran your thumb over his slit, making him jolt. 

“C’mon baby, let go for me, just wanna take care of my precious Remmy. Sirius and James want to see you cum just like you watched them.”

“M-mommy I’m coming!”

“Good boy, that’s it!”

Before you could even do anything James took your hand and licked off Remus’s release that had landed there. Once he was done you stroked his cheek lovingly, but your loving trance broke when Sirius’s whiny voice pierced through the silence.

“Okay, now it’s my turn.”

James whipped his head.

“Nuh uh! It’s my turn!”

“You already got to make her cum, it’s my turn!”

Remus turned around and hugged your middle while resting his head against your exposed breasts, again. He wasn’t too keen on sharing you, and still wanted you close.

It was going to be hard work to bring them out of this mindset, but the process of turning them into your needy, obedient boys was so worth it.

They seemed to think so too.

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I hope you guys like it seriously <3

@sunny-bunnny @quindolyn @accioweaslcy @weasleyposts @bluemoonyblurbs @emmaev @side-blog-shit

[pinkchanelbag]

jean who lets bimbo friend reader practice giving blowjobs on him!!!!!!

nsfw 18+. minors do not interact. 

"like this?” 

“mmm,” jean’s content sigh has your lips stretching into a smile around his tip. you know even before he lets out a little hiss that the action causes your teeth to graze a little too much on the flesh of his cock. you quickly roll your lips back over your teeth with a noise of apology. “iss’good, keep going,” he pats your damp hair.

it’s from your earlier shower. you were getting ready for your date at his apartment, as you often do. after you came out of his shower, you’d been ranting to your close friend about your worries for the night ahead. 

“i sound like such a virgin. it’s not even like that, though; it’s just ‘cause this guy’s big, jean.” you met jean’s eyes in the mirror of his vanity with a frightened, awed expression to your face so that your message was really conveyed. “we didn’t do anything last time, but i could feel him through his pants, and i got worried, y’know? ‘cause i’ve never had that big and—well, if we fuck, i’ll make it work, but what if i have to suck him off? it’d be so humiliating if i did bad.” you pouted at yourself in the mirror as you rubbed moisturizer into your cheeks. jean, who sat on his bed behind you, vaguely listening with his phone in hand, hummed along. 

“how big is he?” he asked. finally, he turned off his phone and tossed it before falling back to the mattress and staring at the ceiling. “if you had to guess, i mean.” 

“um...”

jean looked back at your sports bra and shorts-clad figure and quickly realized his mistake, a fond smile on his face. your brows were furrowed in confusion as you examined the length of your own index finger, surely trying to remember how long an inch is. 

“here.” he sat back up and beckoned you over. you were standing between his spread legs in a moment, and he held his hands out between your bodies in a yay big gesture. “this big?” he asked. you stared for a moment with puckered lips before shaking your head. jean widened the distance between his hands. “this big?” your smaller hands came to his own and spread them apart just a little more. 

“mmm...” you squinted. “i think like that big.” 

jean looked at his own hands and thought for a moment. 

“that’s not the worst.” 

“but i’ve never had that big!” the look of worry returned to your face. jean pulled you down to sit on one of his thighs. “besides, how would you know? you ever taken dick before?” you broke into a fit of giggles and poked his chest. 

“no, i just know ‘cause i’m bigger,” he replied. there was no cockiness in his voice, just frankness. your mouth dropped open.

“really?” and jean exhaled in amusement at how you didn’t have the sense to hide how your eyes went to the seat of his pants. “well, are girls bad when they suck your dick ‘cause they don’t know how?” 

“hm...sometimes. but it’s just about helping them figure out how to do it right.”

your shoulders slouched and you let your temple rest in jean’s neck with sad eyes that stared forward. jean tilted his gaze to look at you. he ran his hand up and down the bare skin of your back to comfort you. 

“i don’t think this guy’d teach me how to. he’s not as nice as you are.” the look on your face was so genuinely troubled it made jean frown. 

“i can help, if you want me to.” 

your eyes were on him in an instant. there was a little disbelief, a little childish beam as you wiggled on his lap. 

“really?” 

“how long before you gotta meet him?” 

and that’s how you’ve ended up between jean’s legs as he slowly guides you further down the length of his cock. there’s a burn in your eyes and your throat opens and shuts in protest, but as you stare forward you see you’re almost at the dark hair that tells you you’ve taken all of him. 

“through your nose, right? right,” jean reminds you with a nod. “good girl.” he comes down onto the bed, one elbow propping his body up to watch you while the other one still guides your head further. “try sucking.”

you listen obediently, pulling in a deep breath through your mouth that elicits slurping sounds from the sheer volume of your spit coating his cock and your face. jean groans in approval. “tha’ssit...” 

finally, your nose touches his trimmed hairs. you rest your forehead against his torso and groan at the effort to keep your jaw wrenched open. the sound makes jean rut into your mouth. "okay?” he asks you. you hum your affirmation, and his leaking cock twitches again. “i can do the moving, but it’ll be harder for you. you wanna practice that or want me to go easy?” 

you look up at him with wide, willing eyes. jean smiles and ruffles your hair before swirling it together into a makeshift ponytail held together by his hand. and then he’s pulling himself out of your mouth. you manage a small breath before he’s going all the way back in, and then out and in and out and in until each one of his breaths is loud and primal and your hands are planted on his thighs, tears running down your cheeks. 

his pace is fast but his strength is not brutal. his pushes and pulls of your head are calculated, bringing you up from his thick base just before your whole stomach wretches and stopping just before his tip bounces out of your mouth before you’re coming down again. 

“yeah...yeah...take it,” he breathes. he knows he’s still within his bounds by the way your fingers draw quick patterns into his thighs. somehow he knows he’d be feeling the sting of your nails if you weren’t okay. 

when his thrusts get faster, sloppier and clipped groans erupt from his breaths, jean knows he’s close. and for all your airheadedness, the wiggle of your butt tells him you know he’s close. “in here?” he asks. you hum your consent.

before long, jean is stilling, thrusting his cock deep into your throat and wrapping his big hand around the back of your head to push you to meet him. you whine with the effort of keeping your churning stomach from making you thrash, just as jean is twitching and pouring hot cum into your mouth. he’s so far back in your throat that you don’t even have to swallow for the cum to slide down your esophagus. you do your best to suckle on his base with your tongue as he rides out his high, watching with blurred vision as his balls tighten and twitch. they finally relax once you’ve milked him dry, and only then does he pull you off him. 

“was that good?” you ask almost immediately. jean laughs and falls back on his elbows. 

“yeah. he’ll like that, no doubt.” 

you beam in accomplishment before getting up and turning back to pick at the makeup spread out on the vanity like nothing happened. jean raises an eyebrow. 

“y/n?”

“mhm?” 

“go brush your teeth again.” 

note: thx for the thoughts *slams head into wall*