#so i thought every toy i had that had a closed mouth/no eyelids would be in pain

[loppori]

I'm rewatching digimon s1 (dubbed) and it's reminding me of how when I was like 10 I hand sewed my own gatomon plush and it looked like this

[lyxandria]

the arrangement

mdni; nsfw; piv; breeding kink; loss of virginity; degradation; rough sex; dubcon (slight towards end)

It was a simple arrangement really. you spread your legs for him whenever - and wherever - he wanted.

And he would fuck you as hard and as often as he could.

When he first proposed you being his fucktoy, you had your reservations - this was not exactly the kind and loving relationship you had sought. But when he removed his belt and unzipped his pants, revealing his massive cock, you suddenly had a change of mind.

And when he plunged his thick cock inside your tight, virgin pussy for the first time, you had an immediate change of heart. 

Yes, your body cried out as he filled you with a pleasurable pain you never thought was even possible. 

Use me. Abuse me. Make me your toy. 

You panted and whimpered, your sounds desperate, pathetic, as he pounded your pussy, fucking you harder and faster with each rough thrust. Seeing you drunk on his cock, he knew he could do anything to you he wanted and you'd be begging for more.

He slowed his thrusts, your body writhing under his, desperately seeking friction. “where do you want my load?” he asked, already knowing his answer.

On your face? He pictured how pretty you'd look with his spunk covering your facial features, gobs of cum dripping down your cheeks, glistening on your lips. The taste fresh on your mouth when he kisses your lips.

What about your chest? Your breasts were soft and round, big enough to fill each of his hands. They'd be lovely coated with his milky white cum, his hands eager to rub his juices into your soft flesh. 

But there was only one place he was ever planning to cum - your womb. 

Your womb was the ideal spot. He wouldn't have to worry about pulling out or protection; you would feel his hot load spill exactly where he was made to leave it. The goal here, of course, was to breed you until your belly swelled, and continue to fuck you through your pregnancy until you gave birth to his child.

And repeat that. Over and over again.

He increased his speed, his hips slamming against yours. Waiting for the moment your eyes flew open, watching as you realized what he had planned. 

And you knew that because of your agreement, you couldn't refuse; you simply couldn't say no. 

His fingers dug into your hips as he yanked your body close to his, drilling his cock deeper and deeper. You cried out, pleasure mixing with fear – if he wanted to breed you your first time, what else did he have in store for you. Those fears quickly dissipated, morphing into excitement as his cock twitched inside you, his tip kissing your cervix before painting your walls white with his seed. 

“Take it all, you're doing so good,” he praised as he held your hips firm against his,ensuring not a single drop was wasted, your pussy milking him dry of every last drop as tears rolled down your cheeks.

Coming down from your high, your body laid boneless underneath his, his cock still inside you, plugging your pussy full of his seed. 

“I hope you're ready for more,” he whispered in your ear, his tongue tickling your skin. Your eyelids fluttered as he spoke, the urge to pass out overwhelming. “That's okay,” he added, as he began to thrust inside you, fucking his seed deeper inside you. “Awake or asleep, you're my cumslut now. It's not like you can say no in your position, anyway.”

- Wriothesley, Ayato, Itto, Zhongli, Blade, Jing Yuan, Sampo, Childe

[divine-misfortune]

ughgjguhh I just think that forced intox and free use kinks with quintessence

It's been too long since I was freaky about quintessence, and even longer since I was weird about Swiss being a freak. So. I got carried away. Like. 3k worth of carried away.

Swiss and Phantom found a better use for Mountain.

Contains: Irresponsible uses of quintessence, intox play, dubious consent, objectification, under discussed kink, rimming, free use, coercion

Divider by @wrathofrats

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In hindsight, Mountain should have been suspicious when Swiss approached him with a joint and a smile far too welcoming. He knew that now. Well, some part of him finally understood Swiss’ intentions but the thought did not make its way to him in his hazy state. It was nothing more than a thought drifting aimlessly off into the far corners of his skull. Crowded against the furthest edges of his brain to make room for the sweet tinged smoke Swiss continued to feed him. Lost to the swirling crimson fog behind his eyes.

Propped up by Swiss and Swiss alone, he was nothing short of boneless. Laying between his legs, back to chest. He was barely managing to hold his own head up, occasionally tipping back against the multi ghoul’s shoulder instead. The joint Swiss held close to his lips had not strayed far, even when he wasn’t actively taking a drag, he was still breathing it in. Mountain was a few puffs past floating into orbit but he just kept taking it every time Swiss offered it. It wasn’t even a conscious decision anymore, an automatic response at this point. 

There had been work to be done, flowerbeds needing weeding and shelves needing dusting but he truly couldn’t imagine being anywhere else, all because Swiss wouldn’t let him get that far. Any forming idea was overshadowed by him, by the weed, batted away to somewhere irrelevant. It was a purposefully carved out vacancy. Swiss had left him a blank slate by design. Emptied only to be filled with something he deemed more favorable. 

Swiss’ unoccupied hand laid on his bare belly, having idly wriggled his fingers under the hem of his shirt. He was toying with the dark hair leading beneath his belt, but the one by his mouth was what he was trying to focus on. 

Even before he’d fully exhaled his last lungful, Swiss was bringing the joint back for another drag with a low hum of encouragement when Mountain hesitated to wrap his lips around it. He’d truly lost track of how much he had smoked. How much Swiss had made him smoke. It didn’t feel like much, or that they had been sat in his bed like this for very long, but he felt further gone than he had any right to.

How was Swiss so cool and collected? Mountain couldn't remember if the multi ghoul had taken a drag himself yet. 

His expression twitched away from blissful nothingness towards an attempt at confusion as he tried to focus long enough to turn his nose up at the offer. Even tried to sit up on his own. 

“Hey, hey…Where do you think you’re going, sunflower?” Swiss murmured close to his ear, breath warm and sugar coated. Not exactly chastising him, but the words sapped the will to move. He hadn’t gotten far in sitting up, but his whole body sagged. “We haven’t even finished this bad boy yet, gotta help me.” 

"Swiss," he mumbled, more so slurred. "S'too much." 

“Too much? But you’ve barely had any.” The fingers petting through his happy trail stilled just long enough for something warm to flood him from the core outward. Swiss itched to turn his face upwards. Watch his hint of red bleed through the copper in his eyes but there would be time for it later. “You can smoke a little more, just do it for me, honeysuckle.”  

Lips parting despite his better judgment, Mountain's eyes drooped. Heavy. Everything felt so heavy. 

Swiss pressed his lips to his temple as he took another slow inhale of smoke, cooing praise that didn't quite register. He tried to blink but found his eyelids stubbornly refusing to budge, barely able to crack them open for one last glimpse of the room.

He wasn’t sure how long he spent just floating, existing alone in some far off atmosphere. It felt like decades, like he should have opened his eyes and found his body aged and layered in dust. He stirred slightly, without the express purpose of trying to fight his way out of it, just to remember if his limbs were still there and functional. Mountain heard a giggle when he weakly tried to gather the sheets in his hands, followed by a soft shushing noise from behind him. 

His expression twisted and soft hands cradled his cheeks, lifting his face and turning it side to side as if examining him.

“Oh you really got him fucked up, didn’t you?” Phantom mused, rubbing the pads of his fingers into his temples. Slow easy circles that Mountain could almost see traced behind his eyelids. 

“Wasn’t hard, he’s easy.” Swiss chuckled, perching his chin on his shoulder. “Takes to quintessence like a fish to water, the weed was just to help him remember how to forget s’all.”

”Did a good job of emptying him out.”

“Gifted you a blank canvas, buggy. Perfect subject for practice.”

Phantom made a soft, thoughtful sound. He reached out to twist a wavy strand of hair around a nimble finger before tucking it behind one of Mountain’s floppy ears. It twitched in response. Mountain chuffed and Phantom giggled. He stroked over the soft fur with his thumb up until the earth ghoul was helpless to sink further into Swiss. Melting for him already. 

Mountain felt the beginnings of a purr kicking up, a low rusty sound that the two mutually cooed over. 

He dragged a knuckle along the sharp cut of his cheek and Mountain’s eyelashes fluttered ever so slightly. Not nearly enough motion to classify it as ‘opening his eyes’. Phantom traced over every carefully crafted detail of his face; the crooked curve of his nose, the faint but permanent dips of his dimples, the smattering of freckles on his cheeks. It was the first time Phantom had gotten to unapologetically admire the earth ghoul like this. 

Another giggle, breathier. A warm puff of air close to his face before Phantom stole a quick kiss. Chaste, innocent, over before Mountain’s sluggish brain could comprehend it. 

“You’re cute like this…” Phantom whispered, shifting further onto the bed. “Don’t know how Aether helped himself, I’d have wanted to keep you like this all the time.” 

Swiping the pad of his thumb over his lower lip, Phantom made Mountain semi aware of the drool collecting at the corner of his parted lips. If he could think to move his limbs, he would have hastily wiped his mouth on the back of his hand while spinning some lie - ‘I would never”. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t move, couldn’t think. Nothing. 

The tip pressed just past his lips. Some quiet, insistent urge pulled at him. An ingrained response to suck. It was the only reason Mountain could move, to chase that carefully crafted desire Aether had trained into him. He took the rest of Phantom’s digit fully into his mouth, laving his tongue over the underside. 

Phantom’s breath caught in his throat and Swiss made a curious noise.

”…Did you?” Phantom breathed, moving again. He was straddling his lap now.

”Wasn’t me” Swiss responded with a genuine innocence. “Think Aeth left a few surprises in there.” 

“Fuck,” he shuddered and tipped Mountain’s head up. “I want to see those eyes, big guy. Open.” 

The fight was still there. Mountain struggled quite clearly, and neither did anything to make it easier. No little zip of magic to rid that impossibly heavy feeling. They both seemed to silently revel in watching his eyes flutter uselessly while still suckling on Phantom’s thumb. When he finally managed to open them, they were practically just the whites. Phantom hooked his finger behind his teeth and held him by the chin, loosely shaking Mountain’s head back and forth. 

”Gotta look at him, clover. Let him see.”

A whine bubbled up in Mountain’s throat, his glassy stare tried to find him. The weed had left his eyes reddened, but Swiss had left his iris’ crimson. His influence was only slight, truly just a few drops of poison in the water, but a stoned Mountain was a pliable Mountain, quintessence aside. It was already almost easing off, copper specks found within the red.

Phantom trilled, pleased at the sight. 

“You want more, don’t you Mounty?” He hummed, returning to petting over the flat of Mountain’s tongue. “Want to go deeper, huh?”

“Hu - ‘lease.” 

“Even knows his manners when he’s been made stupid.” Swiss chuckled, nuzzling sweetly against his shoulder. His stubble was scratchy but Mountain couldn’t say he minded. 

Phantom leaned down, a content kitten curl smile on his lips as he got level with Mountain. Eye to eye. “Wanna watch you drop.” He whispered, the beginnings of his particularly tingly brand of quintessence began to seep in. Like there was static in his veins instead of syrup. More fuzzy than empty. 

Slow lapping waves up the stretch of his body, lulling him further into the waters of oblivion. Mountain felt it draw him forth like the call of a siren. He waded, deeper, further, as far as Phantom coaxed him to go before he found himself abruptly ripped under the surface. Suspended in pleasant nothingness. Floating safely away from his body. 

All that struggle for nothing, his eyes simply rolled back into his skull like they belonged there. 

“That’s it, look at you bug, look how good you’re getting. Easier every time, huh?”

”Mhm!” He was beaming, tail thumping against the mattress behind him. 

“Now, did you do what I told you to?”

“Yes sir.” Phantom nodded, catching his lip between his teeth as his eyes wandered down to Mountain’s lap where he was already tented in his jeans. “He’s um…Real big, isn’t he?”

”Real big, but you’re gonna take him just fine. Nice and slow, just like I told you, right baby?”

”Yes sir,” Phantom repeated, a bit quieter this time. Bashful.

“I want to see, c’mon stardust, show me how pretty it is.”

The little ghoul swallowed with an audible gulp, getting to his feet only to fumble with the drawstrings of his sweatpants. Swiss laughed, endeared by his shaky hands, and reached out to simply tug the knot loose with one little motion. Phantom wriggled his way out of his pants and shed his shirt much faster before crawling back onto the bed. It was his turn for a brief glint of hesitation, kneeling naked on the bed under the ravenous eyes of the multi ghoul. Lavender creeping into the tips of his ears and down his collarbones. 

He returned to straddle Mountain, facing away this time. Phantom bowed his head first then dipped his upper body down, back arched, tail thrown over his hip. Presenting himself mere inches from Mountain’s face. The scent of arousal alone could have made his eyes cross, but Swiss dragged him down from outer space to admire the sight before him, and Mountain was quite obviously drooling this time around. 

Faded bruises marked the expanse of the trembling thighs bracketing him, driven by anxiety or anticipation he didn’t know. His little cock was chubby where it hung, shiny and purple at the tip. It throbbed at nothing. Gave a little jump without any stimulation. But it was that blue little gem that sent Mountain’s own cock crying for attention and Swiss growling deep in his chest. The base of the plug sat pretty between his cheeks, a mix of lube and his own slick managing to drip from it down the seam of his balls. 

The muscles on his back flexed and he visibly clenched around the plug when Swiss reached out and grabbed a handful of his ass. He dimpled that soft supple skin, pressing into the more muddied and fresh marks, like he’d bruised him by simply groping. 

”Sweet fucking hells…”He grabbed a fistful of Mountain’s hair and pushed him forwards, “taste him, I know you want to, even if you haven’t realized it yet.” 

A little tug on his locks and Mountain’s mouth fell open completely, tongue lolling out. Swiss pulled him through the motion, hissing when Phantom mewled pitifully at the flat of his tongue against the underside of his sack. The earth ghoul’s tongue was wide and flat and hot as it slid up his balls, over his taint, and between his cheeks. Phantom was squirming, bowing further, silently begging for more.

”Take it out. Make it wink for him.”

Phantom’s body shook more noticeably when he reached back, face pressed into the sheets as he hooked his fingers around the base of the plug and began to pull it out. He sounded positively wounded at the widest point, sagging into the mattress when it finally popped out. His hole gaped, clenching around nothing. Needing to be filled. More slick dribbled out of him. 

“Did…Did I do it right?” Phantom mumbled into the mattress, wiggling his hips like Swiss might not know what he was referring to.

”Did such a good job, doll.” He gave Phantom’s ass another good squeeze and a little parting tap that was hard enough to make Phantom yip. “Let's get him out of these jeans, give you your reward.” 

The little ghoul’s limbs might as well have been made of jelly with how clumsily he rearranged himself. Phantom was as graceful as a newborn foal. He looked to be on the brink of ruin as he tugged at Mountain’s belt, pushed past it when he finally freed him from the confines of his zipper. Those violet eyes went wide holding him in his hands. Cock flushed and sticky, he throbbed downright painfully in his grip. His world was spinning, stable only where Phantom held him.

“Shit…It’s, is it gonna fit?” 

“It’ll fit.” Swiss assured, cupping his cheek. He pet over the flush warming his face. “He’s gonna make you bulge, gonna be able to see how he fills you, but you’re going to make it fit, aren’t you? Gonna make it fit for me?”

Looking down, Phantom once again chewed at his lip and swiped over his slit, smearing a growing bead of pre over the head. Nervous. 

“Don’t worry lovebug, take your time. Not like he’s going anywhere.”

He sat up on his knees, practically shoving his chest into Mountain’s slack face. Not present enough to enjoy it. Swiss, however, was. He pinched at one of the pebbled buds on his chest and Phantom shuddered, staying perfectly in place until Swiss had decided he’d had his fun. Only once he’d managed to make Phantom start dripping in Mountain’s lap did he decide to let him continue. 

Any confidence he might have had was instantly squashed when Phantom guided the blunt head of his cock to his hole. Even before he tried to sink down onto it, he could feel how big it was. His slick and lube suddenly didn’t feel like enough and his brows drew together with concern but Mountain felt Swiss nod behind him. Gripping the earth ghoul’s shoulder with white knuckles, he pressed the tip inside and his mouth fell open in a silent cry. The only sound he managed was a feeble whimper high in his throat. 

Swiss sucked in air between his teeth, cursing softly against the shell of Mountain’s ear. 

Slowly the clouds occupying his head thinned and the heat of lust was no longer a distant sensation. Mountain felt sweat beading at his brow in an instant. It was like being wrapped in towels fresh from the dryer, soft warm and fuzzy. He groaned. Phantom was tight, snug wrapped around the first few inches of his cock. He was practically pulling him in. 

His muted senses returned and hit him like a freight train. Delicious agony in how his cock pulsed in the clutch of his sweet, unbroken body. Mountain felt a semblance of a thought slip through the cracks, he wanted for the first time since Swiss sparked up and set his plan into motion. 

He wanted, and he wanted bad.

Moving was a Herculean task. His body was pure molasses, but he managed a low, angry growl as he took Phantom by the waist. Nearly encircled in his hands. The little ghoul squeaked in surprise but just about wailed when Mountain abruptly dragged him down a few inches. The cry punched out of him was nothing short of devestated. His claws bit into the earth ghoul’s shoulder and somehow, by the will of some malicious creature, Phantom clenched around him. So tight it was almost painful. He nearly doubled in on himself, that snarl growing louder. The proper part of his brain remained off, tucked far away, he was reduced to a base instinct for a moment.

Once again Swiss cursed. Louder and surprised. His hand flew to Mountain’s throat and Mountain was hit with another purposeful wave of heaviness. Forcing him back under almost violently. Mountain once again went limp with the saddest little warble, hands sliding uselessly off of Phantom’s hips and back onto the bed. 

“Phantom” Swiss hissed, fingers flexing dangerously against Mountain’s slowing pulse. Hardly worried about him acting out further, he was effectively tamed. He was leaning over the earth ghoul’s shoulder, eyes narrowed and fixed on a breathless, shaken little quint. Just a deer in headlights. “Didn’t I warn you to pay attention?”

“I - I was…”

”Told you to focus, but you get him inside and you just go too cockdumb to remember.” He sneered, bringing Mountain back against his shoulder. His voice just barely softened. “Big guy thinks with his dick, not his brain, when he’s like this…Keep him docile or he’s gonna take what he wants from you, and you won’t be able to stop him when he gets his paws on you.” 

Shame and embarrassment aside, the threat of what could happen made Phantom’s cock visibly kick. 

“Remember your magic, bug. I won’t be stopping him again if you slip up. Gotta be careful” Swiss settled in place again, petting Mountain’s cheek till that dopey smile returned. “He’ll fuck you stupider than he is now, and it’ll be your own damn fault.” 

[madschiavelique]

Hiii

I read the Miguel x Pete x sensitive reader one and from the title I thought it would be smutty, so.

Imma need a sensitive reader x Miguel x peter where the reader gets like overstimulated.

YESSS getting obsessed with these lil guys

summary : miguel and peter overstimulate you content warnings : SMUT (18+) minors dni, harddom!miguel, softdom!peter, sub!reader, afab reader, oral (reader giving to miguel), pnv sex, overstimulation, toy usage (vibrator), no use of Y/N word count : 658 tag list : @fandom-ash

Too much, way too much, definitely too much. For hours, Peter and Miguel had been giving you orgasm after orgasm without ever letting you rest, and the sensations were absolutely overwhelming.

It was almost as if… your body was a snow globe being perpetually shaken, with thousands of sparkles waltzing around inside. Your whole interior possessed this blurred numb warmth, but which switched to sharp spikes of sensation as soon as it was touched, like a summer fog mixing with a sandstorm.

Your brain as well as your body couldn't take it anymore, and you wiggled, muttering exhaustedly against Miguel's cock. Your jaw ached slightly, Peter taking you from the back as Miguel's fingers laced through your hair, fucking your mouth relentlessly.

Your back arched as Peter turned on the vibrator again, pressing it against you as you tried to pull away, as if your own body were telling you that you had to back off. Your muffled moans reverberated against Miguel's handsome groan as Peter caressed your back.

The two had completely different rhythms, Miguel staying hard and going deep into your throat to make you cough. But your throat was so tight, so hot and wet, that he couldn't deny himself the urge to sink his whole length into your mouth, especially when you moaned and every vibration reverberated against his skin.

Peter, on the other hand, was far less brutal, maintaining a rhythm that wouldn't be unpleasant if your whole body wasn't asking you to collapse on the spot. But the tenderness with which he acted now masked very little of the pleasure he felt in making a simple gesture that had almost the effect of an electric shock on you: pressing the vibrator button against your clit.

You could feel another orgasm rising in your lower belly, amidst the meandering heat caused by all this sensation.

Your thighs trembled as he momentarily stopped again, and you tried your best to mumble against Miguel's skin, "Stop, please", which came out more like a "Fqob fweav."

Everything stung, and you squeezed your eyelids hard as Miguel pushed himself further down your throat, tears running down your cheeks and nose.

"It's a little hard to hear you with my dick in your mouth, you said you wanted Peter to turn the vibrator up more for you?" asked Miguel, in a tone bordering on cruelty.

The very idea of feeling the vibration of the toy made you wiggle your hips in an attempt to get as far away from the thought as possible.

"Come on bunny, we're not done with you yet. Just one more" encouraged Peter as he pressed the vibrator again, increasing the intensity as Miguel had addressed it.

You let out a moan that leaned towards complaint, a weakened whimper as the knot in your belly tightened.

You felt your orgasm take hold of you and your whole body was a kind of slow, warm, mushy heart, beating like something far away from the limits of your skin and yet so close to your core. You pulled your head back, letting yourself fall onto the mattress and letting the rest of your body fall apart as you became breathless and deeply disoriented.

"We warned you that we were going to give it to you tonight," Miguel breathed as he came to stroke your hair, running his thumb over your lips darkened by their previous positions. "What about a pause?" offered Peter, stroking your hip, "enough to let you…"

But you didn't hear the end of the sentence; you'd just passed out. When you woke up later, you were covered in clean clothes, under your comforter against Peter and Miguel.

You'd been so tired by all this that you simply couldn't stand it, and you were terribly sorry, apologizing to Miguel and Peter who immediately reassured you. You'd lasted much longer than usual this time, and they were so proud of you that multiple rewards followed.

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (XV)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWOis here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here PART TEN is here PART ELEVEN is here PART TWELVE is here PART THIRTEEN is here PART FOURTEEN is here and this is part fifteen...somehow...

💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off... Author regrets both use of Roman numerals and Old English but you know what? We ballin'. Also Danny woke up! With only some complications! woohoo! 🎉

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

💚👻👽👻💚

Danny comes in and out of consciousness in bursts.

Wherever he is, it’s not the Guys in White. He rules that out very, very quickly.

For one. The Guys in White would not hire a lady to sit around and mind him constantly. He has— The same few doctors come in and out of green-tinged vision consistently. Their tags are different de-saturated colors, but he can recognize most of them.

And, somehow, the lady is there. If not at his side immediately, at his side quickly enough.

With his space shuttle.

With a grip toy.

With…oatmeal.

The oatmeal is what really clues Danny in that this can’t be the GIW.

The GIW would never waste human food on him. Never. It creates too much of a logistical mess: a paper trail of payments, feeding people that don’t exist; the need for cleanup of bio-waste that no one wants to deal with; the cleaning and sanitizing of utensils, which could easily contaminate a living person.

And yet. There is oatmeal.

Mushy, unappetizing oatmeal.

The lady feeds it to him when she’s around. She spoons it into his mouth, quietly chatting all the while. She could be telling him how she’s going to cut out his organs to be chopped up and mounted on glass slides for investigation for all that Danny knows, but still, very patiently, she spoonfeeds him little mouthfuls of oatmeal.

She waits for him to swallow every time. If he stops eating, she lets him stop.

It’s kind. It’s gentle.

It’s…it’s the nicest thing Danny’s had in a long time.

It’s so nice that he stops being overtly weird when the doctors come in. He knows it’s a bad idea. He knows he’s shooting himself in the foot probably.

But…but no one is being mean to him. Everyone is being careful. Gentle.

Quiet. Slow. Obvious.

One of the doctors drops a meal tray once and everyone rushes to quiet it, to check that he’s settled, to…comfort? Him?

The oatmeal tastes bad, by the way. It’s also how he finds out part of his tongue is numb.

Or maybe it tastes bad because some of his tongue is numb.

Either way. Ew. It’s bland and it tastes bad and Danny has to finish all of it, even though he has an IV in him that puts food into him.

His IV itches. He’s sad that he can’t move and can’t protect himself. He’s tired and he’s bored of sitting here. He doesn’t know where he is and no one can tell him because he can’t understand them.

There’s no TV.

There are other concerns to be worried about, but Danny would like a television, please. Something with news on it. Something that could ground him in a location, or a place, or…

The air hisses. For a moment, breathing is going to be easier as the air cycles. It hurts, still, to breathe—the GIW hadn’t thought Danny needed to breathe, so they hadn’t put him back together right. He breathes through cobbled-together organs and raw pink seams, but yet. He breathes.

Danny lays there, and he breathes. He clutches his space shuttle toy between his wrist and his thigh, because he can.

There’s a whisper against the door. The heavy mechanisms of the door clank out of place.

Danny’s eyelids flutter as they fail to either open or close. The green in his vision bunches and falls as they try. The lady must be back.

Surely, enough, she is. Her paper gown is a mint blue today. It matches her mask and her gloves, but not her pinkish-grey shoes. She comes through the door, and—

—there’s something behind her.

It’s. They’re. Humanoid? They’re…green?

Danny stares, his head against the pillow, his eyes wide. They’re. They’re floating.

He can’t stop staring. His eyelids don’t even twitch. The lady walks to his bedside, and the…the other one follows him.

“Wel mette,” the lady greets him again, her fingers on the very corner of his mattress and no further. “Eom hebbjan ure freond.”

Danny has no idea what that means. He stares; he stares at the…their… Is that a ghost? Is a ghost just…walking around??

The—the being has—their head isn’t super. Humanoid. It’s more oval and angular, to be honest. But the rest of them is; their outfit is certainly out of the world Danny has grown up in, and is mostly constructed of straps crossing around the larger shapes of their body. And a…cloak…?

Is this a ghost?? It has to be, right? But a ghost of what??

There’s a sensation. Danny doesn’t have control over his body in the way that he’s used to, but this sensation isn’t aimed at his—it doesn’t—it’s not physical. It’s just a touch. A feeling.

Like he thought. A sensation. But still. Its presence is…Danny’s pretty sure it’s a greeting.

He…he doesn’t greet back. He doesn’t know if this is a friend.

…Lots of ghosts pretend to be something they’re not. He doesn’t know who this ghost is. He doesn’t know who this lady is. His head hurts and it’s hard to think and he knows everyone just wants to hurt him even when they pretend not to. Or they don’t even know it yet.

So he turns his head and pretends he’s dead. (Or. Uh. Dead-er.) Dead things don’t have thoughts, duh. You can’t read mine if I don’t have any!

The ghost drifts closer. Danny can’t move—he can’t run, can barely flinch—but he can feel how taut he gets the closer they get, the further they get into his personal bubble.

The greeting comes again. It’s quieter on the second round. Gentler. The ghost is trying not to scare him, is trying not to hurt him. Just careful, gentle contact.

Danny squeezes his eyes closed. It doesn’t work (whoops) because his eyes don’t close right (he forgot about that) and then his head hurts a lot because he’s working a whole lot of muscles who were not prepared to put in so much effort at the drop of a hat.

The greeting turns a little…melancholy. It matches the tone that the lady takes on when Danny’s breathing stutters and his body screams with exhaustion he can’t shake.

He doesn’t want it. He doesn’t want to talk to anyone. He doesn’t want to be poked and prodded and then attacked when the ghost realizes Danny’s not Fun the way the ghosts want him to be—willing to play around when people get hurt or ignore the pain around them. Danny just wants to be left alone.

The greeting is gently let go. From the ghost comes a question—something soft. Something celestial. Danny can’t tell the specifics, but there are moons and stars in the question.

…His fingers flex around the plastic shell of his model shuttle. There’s. He’s. Space?

The green ghost turns to the lady. “Læt uns ga an wealc”, they say, in that English Danny doesn’t know and doesn’t understand.

The lady says something back to them. They say something back to the lady. The lady goes to the wall, where there is a phone, and says something.

Danny tenses. This is it. She’s calling in for backup. More people are coming and it’s going to hurt.

The phone call ends. The lady comes back and Danny tenses—

But there’s nowhere to run and his physical body is too weak to hide properly. She reaches his bedside, reaches out her arms, and Danny flinches away.

He can’t shut his eyes. He can’t stop seeing her outstretched arms because he can’t shut his eyes.

“Mæg eom ahebbe eow?”

Danny doesn’t know what that means!!!

The ghost brushes their fingers up against the steel rail of Danny’s cot. There’s an image—of the lady, clear as day, in a red and blue and gold outfit, bridal-carrying someone from building rubble. There’s a prodding at his core that says you, there, in particular.

He’s dumbfounded. Like, to lift? To lift him?

There’s a sense of agreement, and then the image of a cot with wheels. The wheels are the focus of the message.

…They’re asking Danny permission? To go somewhere?

On one hand, no, Danny doesn’t want to be any further complicit into whatever horrible kidnapping scheme this probably is. This place sucks. He doesn’t want to see more of it. This is the second worst kidnapping he’s ever had and he wants no part in it.

On the other hand, however, this place sucks, and getting out of here, even if only temporarily…

Danny licks his lips. There’s craters in the soft tissue. He tastes orange pixie sticks and the sour tang of battery acid.

If Danny is very, very smart. And very, very careful. And very, very quiet… Well. What are the chances they wheel him past the exit on this excursion?

Sure, they’re pretty low. But there’s hope.

Danny hasn’t had hope in ages.

He nods. He hates that he does—his neck jerks upwards, and then he’s sore and tired everywhere and in his head and neck and shoulders, and he’s not going to be able to move much more than that for literal hours (sorry, oatmeal mush), and he’s said yes.

“Þancie eow!” the lady says, and the ghost translates that for him as thank you and then she lifts Danny up off the bed cot he lives on like he’s still a ghost, and not made of heavy, teenage flesh. Wow is she strong. Danny hopes her job isn’t to hurt him. Otherwise he’s going to be a smear of green on the wall and then what would the point of inspecting his insides be??

Danny gets lifted. Danny gets carried.

(It’s not an amazing experience on his aching body. He thinks some of his bruises start to leak ectoplasm in self defense. Her arms are as stiff as rocks.)

Being lifted is also how Danny finds out there’s something caging his legs. They don’t seem to be caged together—they hang individually—but they keep them taut and aligned so that all the pressure of being lifted is on his hips, and not his legs. Considering that Danny’s received pretty medium care for his troubles…that doesn’t bode well for whatever state his legs are in.

Danny gets gently, gently placed down onto a new cot. The side bars are metal, but thinner than on the bed he woke up on.

The world starts to move.

Oh. They’re moving. Danny’s moving.

It’s kind of startling. The world’s been so static and fuzzy for so long, and now he’s bedridden but moving.

The ghost opens the door, and Danny’s still body and the bed follow with it. The lady has to be pushing, then. They go through it and—

—Danny blearily squints. Ow. Bright.

Bright, LED light follows Danny down steel hallways and past strangers in bright outfits, their colors pale and washed out by Danny’s attempts to squeeze green eyelids together and stop seeing everything.

He wants to stop. This is too much. He bites his lip—jaw aching—and grunts—throat tearing—and—

The ghost that keeps trying to talk to him sends some other emotion, and Danny purposefully ignores them. It’s easy enough to block things you don’t want to feel. The green wall of a body floats out in front of him to open another door, and Danny is pushed inside.

The lights are off in here. The tension in Danny’s forehead gets a little quieter. That’s…nice. It makes the window in the room seem bigger and brighter, and—

Danny jerks. His whole body screams at him as he claws against the cot, trying to get closer, closer—

He hurts something in his back. He can tell. There’s something in his hips that’s strained, or possibly fractured, as he climbs across a horizontal surface. The beings around him make worried, scared noises, and that doesn’t matter right up until the bed moves so Danny can push his face right up against the glass.

Because that’s space out there. The stars are out there. And Danny is so, so close to them.

It’s so…

…Danny doesn’t know how much time he loses to starlight before he falls asleep.

*

“Did you see!” Diana gushes, the windows going by. The cot (and the alien in it) she pushes through the hall, the occasional curious eye turning to them as they go past. “J’onn, did you see, he had glowed! I know we had hoped that he would be receptive, but—“

“Diana,” J’onn murmurs, his voice low. Wonder Woman’s head tilts to find him behind her, and she only slows just enough to not run the cot or its occupant into any unsuspecting superheroes.

The first fear is for the worst scenario. “Did the excursion hurt him?”

The Martian hesitates. “…No,” he says, and nothing more. He drifts forward to the metaphorical prow of their vehicle, and Diana sets her shoulders into generating momentum. J’onn opens doors for them as they pass.

The alien child isn’t awake to consent to be returned to his newly cleaned bed, but Diana feels secure enough returning him to his usual haunt that she proceeds to do so.

Even when physical, he is frighteningly limp in her arms.

She takes care to support his head as she pulls him up to her chest. He is so fragile. When the light comes across his face as he moves, parts of his face are still ominously transparent. Ominously liquid. Ominously green.

Diana should not be able to see the inner airways of his nose, nor the thin, still-healing holes in his skull, or his irises while his eyes try in vain to shut with skin they do not have.

She lays him down. Gently, she tucks him under thin sheets with gloved hands.

J’onn drifts over to her side. His feet haven’t touched the ground—not since he was reminded that visible signs of non-human life might be reassuring to a non-human. “He doesn’t remember us,” he says. Diana hears him.

And then she hears him.

“He what?”

“He has no memory of his time on the base. He has no memory yourself, of our previous communication, of the junior heroes… He has no understanding of the layout of the base, nor of things we had already established: my status as an alien lifeform to Earth and the base’s lunar occupancy. As far as he knows, he woke up here a week and a half ago to strangers having taking up a caretaker’s role, and he doesn’t know why and if we will harm him.”

Diana stills. She…takes a deep breath.

“Alright,” she whispers. And then, louder: “Alright. We can fix this.”

And they will, although it will take time, because even if he doesn’t remember them, Diana knows him—a child with too much fear, who likes to be around others, who occasionally plays around but likes his boundaries respected. A child who put glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling.

“Oh,” Diana realizes at last, reaching a point J’onn had already understood: “Impulse is going to be so disappointed.”

[supervillain-smut]

REIKO FANS COME GET YOUR FOOD!

Applying his war paint was a daily ritual to Reiko. He was never seen outside of his quarters without it. It was always in its diamond shape, and it never ran in front of anyone. If it did, it was touched up by him immediately. It was sacred to him. 

Therefore, to have you here, standing in front of him as he sat on his perfectly made bed, with the pitch-black makeup in your hand, was a monumental moment in your relationship. He had never allowed anyone to apply it since Shao Kahn had given him his markings when he was a boy. You gathered the same amount you’d seen him gather many times onto your fingers, and used your index to draw the outline on his face as he closed his eyes at your touch. You caressed his face with the back of your hand, careful not to smudge anything. 

“Focus.” Reiko’s voice startled you out of your thoughts of how handsome he was. Sure, something about his war paint enhanced it, drawing attention to his sharp features, dark hair, and bright blue eyes, but he was just as handsome without it; something nobody but you and Shao Kahn knew. You used your middle and ring finger to fill in the diamond until the entire area around his eyes was pitch black. 

“I’m going to paint around your eyes, okay?” You asked, and he nodded. You brought your index over his eyelids and touched up a line under his eye. “There. Did I do it right?” You spoke as you handed him a mirror and walked over to the basin to rinse your hands off. Once the paint settled, it became almost completely waterproof, but even still that took at least an hour. He studied his reflection for a minute that felt like an eternity, tilting his head this way and that. “Come here.” Reiko demanded, and your hands began to shake. He’d never strike you, in fact you weren’t worried about his strength, but his trust. He held his arm out, beckoning you towards him. You walked over, and he pulled you into his lap, grabbing you gently by your chin and making you look at him. 

“You did an amazing job. In fact, how would you like to do this for me every morning?” You felt your heart stop and start again. He wanted you to do it again? Every morning? It took you so long just to get him to trust you to do it once, after watching him do it hundreds of times. Three years exactly. “Yes! I’d-- ahem, I’d be honored to, Reiko.” You quickly gathered your emotions, while screaming internally the entire time. There was a new emotion in his eyes, one you recognized well at this point; lust. Reiko pulled you into a heavy kiss, immediately attempting to dominate your mouth, his hands wandering all over your body, stopping occasionally to grope your ass. You, on the other hand, had planted your hands on his chest to stop yourself from cupping his face and messing up his war paint. 

You got up briefly, leaning down with your hand under his jaw to tip his head up towards you. He brought more than just his head up as he stood just slightly to ensure you didn’t break the kiss as you sat fully in his lap, straddling him and winding one of your hands around his neck, the other tangling itself in his hair and pulling harshly, earning a shocked and delighted moan. You massaged his scalp where it pulled briefly before freeing his hair from its ponytail. You ran your fingers through it as Reiko nipped and kissed your collar bone as he began to undress you. You returned the favor as you removed his harness. You palmed him through his pants, and he moaned, biting down on your collar and bucking into your hand. You freed his member from its confines and ran your thumb over the head, toying with the slit as Reiko moaned loudly. “Ugh, such a good girl!” His praise made your core heat up, and you decided to do something you’d wanted to for a long time. You halted your movements and pushed him to lay flat on the bed. He let out a surprised ‘oof’ as his back hit the bed, and he pushed himself up onto his elbows to give you a confused look. Normally it was Reiko that was the dominant one in the bedroom, and you were more than fine with that, but you had an idea and you wanted to change things up a little. 

You sank down onto his member, holding eye contact with him, noticing his war paint had begun to run, and he grabbed your hips and began to guide you, but you swatted his hands away and pinned them over his head. His eyes widened in surprise until he realized what was going on. The simple fact that he allowed you to continue meant he was okay with this. Reiko could easily overpower you; if he didn’t want something, you weren’t going to do it, and he constantly checked in with you to make sure you were okay. You picked up your pace for a few minutes before slowing down to what must have felt like a crawl to him. He scoffed as he caught on to every little thing you were doing; he knew it was all deliberate. He grabbed your hips again, only to drag you properly onto the bed, his head resting on the pillows as he allowed you to pin his wrists again. 

“You know where the rope is. Why don’t you use that so you can do what you please with your hands?” Reiko suggested as his breath became shallow and his eyes were blown wide with lust. You raised a brow at him, but decided to get up and grab the rope, tying his wrists to the bed posts and sinking down onto him again as he groaned. You rode him at alternating speeds, changing your rhythm when he started to relax into it. “I-I’m close!” Reiko warned you as you began to ride him faster. His cock twitched in warning, and you halted your movements completely as Reiko gasped. His war paint was beginning to visibly run from the sweat. You grabbed his jaw and made him lock eyes with you. “Do you think you deserve it? Do you think you deserve to cum in me?” You asked him quietly, hovering so close to him your lips brushed, but the control you had of his head meant he couldn’t kiss you. “N-No. I don’t deserve it. I haven’t worked hard enough for the right. Please, more. Make me work harder. I want to earn it.” Reiko groaned. If you were honest, you didn’t expect that. You expected Reiko to break or take what he wanted. You wouldn’t have minded either way, but this was a new and exciting side to him. You smirked at him, and he let out a sigh as he steeled himself in preparation for what was to come. 

Once you felt like it was long enough, you began to ride him at a quick pace again and Reiko moaned. You rode him until his voice was hoarse, sweat was running down his forehead, which you kept out of his eyes affectionately, his war paint ran down his face like mascara, and tears welled in his eyes as he cried out. He was being so good, so patient. You decided it was time to reward him, if he felt like he had earned it. “So, Lieutenant,” You felt him shudder at you addressing him by his rank instead of his name, “I’m willing to reward you. If you feel you’ve earned it now.” You grabbed the damp cloth that hung off the side of the basin and began wiping his face, the war paint coming off with it. You wiped down his torso to cool him down as you patiently awaited his response. “Yes! Please, goddess, let me claim my reward. I’ve worked so hard for it. If you’ll allow me.” He rasped, his eyes pleading with you now; his strong resolve was broken. You’d dreamt of this. You untied his wrists from the bed posts, rubbing circles into them before bringing them to your lips and placing chaste kisses to them before you brought his hands to your hips. You were going to let him do the rest of the work; you knew he could take it. 

He understood and cried out his pleasure as he lifted you up and down onto his cock as you rested your hands on his chest and rocked your hips to help him. He fucked you until you’d come multiple times, until he couldn’t anymore, tears running down his face as he came hard. His back arched and he hoarsely cried out your name over and over, his hips stuttering as you wrapped your arms around his neck kissed all over his face, and shushed him. “So good, Reiko. You were so, so good to me. Well done. You can rest now. You’ve earned everything you’ve wanted. Good job.” He panted, slowly closing his eyes as he took in your praise, a small smile on his features. He absent-mindedly rubbed circles into your hips as you lay on top of him, waiting for when he was ready to get up and put his war paint on again. 

[ssahotstuff]

Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Virgin/Innocent reader

Part 3

Part 2 can be found here

Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, first time riding, cursing, Haley being an asshole, I think that’s it!

Word Count: 3.9 k

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was Aaron's secure grip around you, his head buried into your neck, his breathing tickling you slightly, causing you to giggle as you were pulled from slumber. Aaron woke up right after this, being such a light sleeper, immediately cozying closer into you.

"So warm," he cooed, his hips pressing into your bare ass. His hand reached over you, toying with your nipple; you could feel him growing hard at a rapid pace. You began grinding against him as he kissed your neck, his hands exploring your body like it was the first time he'd ever touched you.

"I want you, Aaron," you sighed, rolling over to face him. He gave you an eager nod, his eyes still hazy from sleep. He thought for a moment about what would work best before he laid down and patted his lap, inviting you to straddle him.

"We'll go nice and slow, no need to be in a hurry. Raise up a little, there you go," he instructed, putting you at the right angle to sink down on him at your own pace. He held his cock steady at the base for you as you slowly began to feel him press into you, just the tip at first until you felt comfortable enough to take a bit more of him. His hand held yours tight, his chestnut eyes watching your every move.

"You're doing so good baby, such a good girl," you nearly melted at the term of endearment, feeling a bit braver than before. You continued easing him in, Aaron squeezing your hand for dear life as you clenched around him, making his mouth go dry and a thin sheen of sweat to manifest on his brow. You felt like a dream to him, something like an otherworldly experience.

"You're so big, Aaron. I have no idea how you fit," you giggled, and Aaron hissed at the heavenly vibration it sent through his already throbbing cock.

"Like a glove, sweetheart. You take me so well," he replied as he bottomed out inside of you, letting out a deep breath as you let yourself get adjusted to him. He could spend the rest of the morning just like this, tucked inside of you, looking at your naked body in all of its glory. When you were ready, you moved your hands to his chest and began to move your hips, moving up and down at the slowest pace possible.

Aaron thought you going slow would give him a bit more self control, but he couldn't have been more wrong. The more you got into it, found your tempo, Aaron could only lay back and let you take control of him—he was too weak to do anything else. You were stunning to him, so willing to let him ruin you and turn you filthy. You loved every second of it, only yearning for more. Aaron's cock was gliding against your g-spot, causing your breathing to go shallow, your heart rate to speed up as you went a bit faster, earning a string of profanity from Aaron in response.

"So close, baby," you whimpered as Aaron used his hands to hold you up, slowly thrusting into you from below. The new sensation had you curling your toes, squeezing your eyes shut as you came nearer to your release.

"Let go, sweetheart. Give it over to me," he commanded, and who were you to disobey him? You came with a shudder, looking down at him in awe. You'd never felt anything so earth shattering, making your eyelids droopy as you completely surrendered yourself to him. He continued fucking you slowly, the sun shining through the curtains as you moaned his name like a mantra you started the day with.

Aaron was certain he wanted every morning to start exactly like this—your head tossed back in pleasure as he gave you the satisfaction you so desperately craved from him. He felt such a strong connection, a bond from teaching you everything sexually you knew so far, the two of you learning your body together in the most extraordinary way. Each time you opened yourself up to him was an opportunity for him to prove to you how exceptional he thought you were, and how happy he was that he didn't have to share you with anyone else.

The closer Aaron got to his orgasm, the deeper he tried to bury himself into you; you were eager to help, sinking down on him entirely as his hips went still and you took back over. Every muscle in Aaron's body was tense as you rocked back and forth on him, figuring out a new angle. Your mouth fell open and Aaron's smile grew wide as you came again, and it was then that he decided he needed to see you do it again before he even thought about finishing. He brought his hand to your center, his thick fingers circling your clit. Before Aaron went any further, he gathered your arousal on the tip of his finger, making sure that you were watching before he sucked it clean, humming contentedly to himself at your delicious taste.

"I'm addicted to you," he admitted, reattaching his fingers to your center. You immediately cried out in pleasure, riding him faster than you had before, bouncing happily on his cock as he struggled to keep his eyes open. The second he felt you reaching your high, he spilled into you with a groan, pulling you forward hastily so he could kiss you on the lips.

"I love you so much," you murmured against his mouth, leaning back so you could see the smile he wore. There was nothing quite like it, and you took a mental picture every time you got a glimpse of it.

"I love you more, sweet girl. Let's go shower and we'll go get Jack."

✨✨✨

You couldn't shake your nerves the entire drive to Haley's neighborhood—Aaron's old house, the one they'd shared together. He'd been the one to leave, which he didn't mind. Jack needed a home, and it was just as much Haley's as it was his. Besides, Aaron couldn't have remained living in that house after the divorce. It had seen too many secrets, too much deception, and he'd never be able to live with the knowledge of what had been happening right under his nose. He didn't know how Haley slept peacefully at night, but he left that up to her and whatever god she believed in.

Aaron was oblivious to your anxiety, but you couldn't blame him. He was too excited to see Jack, and so were you, but meeting Haley hadn't exactly been at the top of your to do list. As you pulled in the gate, you took a deep breath and braced yourself for whatever might happen, taking his hand as he led you to the front door.

To say she was shocked by your presence was an understatement. She greeted Aaron with a warm smile, which quickly turned into a scowl—Aaron made a face that you caught out of the corner of your eye but you simply smiled back at her until she returned it.

"Hi Haley, it's so nice to finally meet you," you extended your hand for her to shake and she begrudgingly took it, looking between you and Aaron to make sure she wasn't seeing things. You could tell you weren't wanted, that you'd disrupted the balance of her day by showing up, but you refused to give her anything but kindness.

"Hi—I'm sorry, I just— Aaron didn't tell me he was bringing you," she said flatly, but before Aaron could speak up, Jack came running up behind her, an eager smile on his face at the sight of his dad. He greeted him and then you, giving you both a hug before standing between the two of you on the small porch, his arm wrapped around Aaron's leg.

"You know the drill. Back by Sunday unless you get a case," she told Aaron, who was immediately displeased by this. Jack usually stayed with you if he had to leave, and Haley knew that. Instead of saying anything, Aaron nodded, shooting you an apologetic look before he took Jack's hand and led him to the car.

"We're going to pick up lunch and take it to the park," Aaron told Jack as he placed him in his car seat, buckling him up as you climbed in the car, shooting Haley one last friendly wave before she went back inside. She simply crossed her arms over her chest before turning sharply on her heel, disappearing into the house. You'd expected as much, being the new woman, but she'd been so blatantly disrespectful from the moment you arrived, and Aaron didn't say a single word. You couldn't now; Jack was around— it would simply have to wait until another day, and by then, you weren't sure it would even matter anymore.

Aaron could sense the drastic shifting of your mood despite the smile you wore as you chatted with Jack about his week at school, but he knew now wasn't the time for the conversation you needed to have. Haley was obviously going to give him issues over you for whatever reason, and it was something he hadn't prepared himself for. He took your hand across the console, giving you a reassuring squeeze, but you continued your conversation with Jack as if nothing was wrong. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin the quality time he got with his child.

You got lunch at Jack's favorite pizza place and went straight to the park outside of Aaron's neighborhood. When you arrived, Aaron grabbed a blanket from the back and Jack took off to choose a spot to eat, opting for the middle of the clearing, right in front of all of the playground equipment. Throughout lunch, he talked about any and everything, telling Aaron about the new Spider Man movie that was coming to theaters, and telling you about how he made you a picture at school, which immediately piqued your interest.

"That's very sweet, Jack! What kind of picture is it?"

He explained in great detail that it was a giant garden, full of bright, colorful flowers. He proudly told you he used every color in the box, explaining that he'd give it to his dad for you when Aaron took him home. That's when Aaron suggested you could just ride with him and get it yourself, winking at you from across the blanket. You shot him back a sweet smile, but he knew there was a storm brewing behind your beautiful eyes, and that Haley had really crushed your spirits. He waited until Jack took off to play before he said anything, scooting closer to you so he could wrap his arm around you.

"I know that probably didn't go like you expected," he began, but you shook your head, sighing deeply.

"No, her hating me is exactly what I expected," you told him, upset that she hadn't even given you a chance. You were better off before you met her, at least then she let Jack stay with you. Now she was punishing you by taking that time away from you both.

"It isn't fair to you and I'm sorry. I'll talk to her myself when we take Jack home. I'm not letting Haley take away my happiness again," if there was one thing that Aaron was sure of it was that he wasn't going to let his bitter ex ruin his first meaningful relationship. He'd made too many memories with you, had too much fun to let her take it all away now that he was already hopelessly in love with you.

"Haley isn't going to scare me away, Aaron. I just wish she made this a little easier."

Aaron had been convinced that when he first asked Haley about Jack staying with you that she'd been drunk, or under the influence of something, because she'd said yes a little too quickly. After she gave the okay, it happened regularly as long as Jack didn't have school, otherwise Aaron would take him home before he left on a case. Now that Haley was putting a stop to him being with you, it also cut out on Aaron's time with his son, which you didn't like one bit. Jack could've been waiting for his father—instead, his mother was making him come home early.

"We'll figure this out. Maybe she'll calm down a little after we talk to her," he said optimistically, but deep down, you weren't so sure anything would change Haley's mind about you.

✨✨✨

After tucking Jack in for the night, Aaron met you in the bedroom, hoping to alleviate some of your stress. You'd been tense all day, and now that the two of you had some privacy, he was locking the door, making his way to where you sat in bed waiting for him.

"Come here, sweet girl," he sat at the head of the bed, opening his arms up for you as you laid against him, your back against his chest. You were at the perfect angle for Aaron to litter your neck with kisses, a giggle escaping your lips at the tingling sensation his lips left on your skin.

"I want you to know something," you said as his arms wrapped around you, encompassing your body against him. It always made you feel safe, whole.

"Tell me," he encouraged, lips dancing along your jaw bone.

"She'll never get a fight out of me. If she's expecting me to be mean back to her, I won't do it," you knew the repercussions would be greater than the satisfaction of putting her in her place, because you'd always have to deal with her, as long as you were with Aaron.

"I know you won't. You're always the bigger person. Such a sweetheart—that's part of the reason I fell in love with you so quick," Aaron was a sucker for your gentle, sensitive aura, the way everyone around you beamed with the positivity you radiated. You were a polar opposite of him, and he thought that was one of your best qualities.

"Oh yeah? So it wasn't just for my good looks?" You teased, craning your neck to kiss him, his deep laugh rumbling through your body, vibrating against your lips.

"That could have something to do with it too, but it was mostly the way you make everything seem so bright all the time. There's never a dull moment with you," granted, the two of you usually stayed in unless you went out with his team, preferring nights curled up on the couch together rather than being out and about, but you still kept him entertained. The two of you could talk about anything, and you never failed to make him laugh.

"I'm only so chipper because I'm so happy to be around you," you told him, making his cheeks heat up; Aaron still found it hard to believe sometimes that someone actually loved him so much.

"I'd never want to change that," he said, using his hands to part your thighs, dragging your legs to rest over his. He loved how sexy you looked when you weren't even trying; he thought you looked best just like this, in one of his shirts and a pair of purple panties. His hand crept between your thighs, his fingers teasing your clothed center through the microscopic fabric of your underwear.

"You can't make a sound, do you understand? We've got to be so quiet, sweet girl," you had to be mindful of Jack so you didn't wake him up. You nodded, slipping your panties down your legs and getting situated once more. Aaron's fingers instantly collided with your center, his free hand coming up to cover your mouth. He kissed your cheek firmly, scanning your face to make sure you were okay; he felt you lovingly kiss his palm and decided to keep his hand where it was so he could keep you quiet.

Aaron had wondered long before he ever touched you if you would accept the more demanding, bossier side of him willingly or if he'd have to ease you into it. As far as he could tell, you were naturally submissive to him, eager to do anything he asked. He wasn't sure if it would always be this way—if you'd become comfortable in your body and decide you wanted to test the power dynamic, but until then, he'd let things continue how they were.

You were reeling at the idea of Aaron being more dominant with you. You loved his sweet, generous personality, but you knew that was a side of him reserved just for you. The people at his job got to see him broody and cut throat, something you would kill to experience. He was so intimidating, but in the best possible way; he could stop a room with one word, if he even had to open his mouth at all.

Aaron thought this was a perfect end to your less than pleasant day— letting you come over and over on his fingers while you wiggled against him, keeping your promise not to make a peep. He'd counted at least three orgasms in just a couple of minutes; it was impressive, but he knew you had more in you.

He let his hand leave your mouth and slip under your t-shirt, humming in delight when he realized you weren't wearing a bra. He rolled your stiff nipple between his fingers, deciding he would test the waters and see if he could get you to slip up and disobey him.

"So fucking wet, and it's all for me, isn't it, sweetheart?" He whispered into your ear, but you could only nod in response, your back arching and your legs shaking as you came. Aaron kissed your cheek, nuzzling into you, overcome with a feeling so indescribable that if he'd been standing, it would've brought him to his knees. He couldn't help himself, the words flew out of his mouth before he had a chance to react.

"You could ask me to do anything, be anything, and I'd do it for you."

He let his hand fall from your center as you turned around to face him, desperately needing to kiss him before you did anything else.

"I'd do the same for you."

To anyone else, it might've sounded like a promise made halfway in the heat of the moment while you were both drunk on each other. But to you, to Aaron, it was a vow to read one another like an open book. Aaron realized then how much he still had left to learn, so many things undiscovered fantasies just waiting to be revealed. He couldn't imagine anyone other than you fulfilling them, and he slept peacefully that night knowing you'd be exploring this uncharted territory together, no matter what.

@aaronhotchnersbbg07 @hausofwhores @mrs-ssa-aaron-hotchner @harrington-thedad @lex13cm @wheelsupkels s @criminallyobsessedcm @fireworksinthesky @rousethemouse @mojo366

[bumpscosity]

Furby 2023 review/first impressions! MAN these guys are cute, they're still a tad annoying like the connects/booms (i really wish their voices were different) but they have so much spunk and charm! it was nice to have a bit of a tutorial at the beginning since i got mine secondhand and didn't have a manual lol.

This ended up being a pretty lengthy review so i put it under a read more ⬇️

They're smaller than i thought (a tad smaller than '98s) but i love how round they are, still don't like that their mouths don't move but i love the LED ears, the fur is very similar to owl 98 furbies but maybe a bit shorter, super soft and easy to brush! the head tuft texture is near identical to 98s too. these ones don't have tails either which i think was a great style choice since i always thought they looked weird on the other modern models. the ears are all plastic but the feet and eyelids have some kind of thick rubber coating? i'm not really sure how to describe it but i think it's an alright choice, totally gonna start deteriorating in 5-10 years tho LMAO. forehead sensors haven't been actual sensors for the past few furby models and this time it's what they call the "forehead gem", and is the button you use for voice activation, i think it's cute :)

like i said before the initial experience of a factory reset 2023 furby is really great. You immediately get a feel for exactly what this toys gonna be like and how to use it. i love that voice commands are back but the selection feels a bit limited. also the way you activate it is weird to me, you press the forehead gem and wait for the ears to glow white, then say "hey furby" and wait for the ears to glow green, and then say the command. i get that Hey Furby is a reference to 2005 furbies but i feel like they could've either cut out the button press or cut out the Hey Furby?

the voice commands they DO have are pretty fun, ones a music option where they sing (i haven't heard all the songs yet but the ones i have heard are... what you'd expect) one that's a magic 8 ball/fortune teller (fun little game to play), one that essentially turns your furby into talking tom (as an ex-11 year old this is perfect for the demographic they're going for), one that's like meditation and breathing exercises (i think it's kind of a weird inclusion but it's nice that this gen isn't just screaming all the time like a lot of the other modern gens do), and a "light show" where they sit still and their ears glow different colors (SUPER cute and great to have on your desk while you're doing other stuff)

there's a couple hidden commands too but my favorite by far is "selfie" where they'll strike a pose for a couple seconds, that's how i got the above image and i actually think it's a really great way to bring them into the modern era, i love taking pictures of my furbies but it can be a pain in the ass to get them in a cute pose.

this is a weird little nitpick but i would've really appreciated a mode where furby dances to your music! i think this would've been a really fun feature for the modern era and great nostalgia for all us mid-early 2000s kids who grew up with i-dogs (and funky furbies!). i also would've loved a feature to change furbys name? if we're gonna have to say "hey furby" every time we say a command i want to say the name i gave them, i think you can already do this with things like siri so i can't imagine it's too complex to add, maybe this is harder to program in than i think it is but little touches like that would bring even more life into these lively little creatures.

a big plus is that 2023 furby has a way to turn them off, you'd think that would be standard for them but i think the last time they had a true off mode was in 2005 so hooray for bare minimums. Their voices are loud but in my opinion not too loud, close to the volume of 2012s? i still wish you could turn it down/up, seems like a no-brainer thing to add.

as far as physical functionality their eyes blink, and they have head/tummy sensors. all work great but they also have a mouth button that won't do anything on mine? i used it to factory reset so i know it WORKS but i don't know if it's supposed to do anything other than that lol. i miss having a back sensor, belly pets are cute but id love even more interactivity. they also have a motion sensor like the other gens but i think it only detects up and down and not motion? i know 2012s/booms will react if you're moving them but i couldn't get my 2023 to say anything particular about it. i really really appreciate that if you shake them the right way you can change their default ear light color, that level of customizability is really cute and should what every pet toy strives for.

I've never been a fan of non-cloth feet on furbies but i think they really work here! a nitpick i've always had with connects is they have these weird looking half clear plastic feet that looked like they should light up or something but they don't do anything. on the 2023s they have little motors so they can bounce up and down, which is one of my favorite features of other furby models! i think full body movement really brings a lot of emotion and personality to furbies and im really happy that's back after being absent from connects!

the fact that the mouth doesn't move is really really stupid for a toy that retails at a whopping 40-60 bucks, like i said for that price range a back sensor would've been nice too. commands are limited but the ones that are there are good to just have as a desktop buddy.

what really bugs me is that hasbro saw ppl saying "the furby 2012/connect apps suck" and instead of making better apps just decided NO app was a better option. there's ways to make good toy/app integrations! i think they should've tried it one more time instead of nixing it all together. at the very least i wish they had wifi for updates, if i knew there could be more features added down the line i would be a lot more lenient on the lack of commands but as it stands this is all 2023 furbies will ever be which is really sad.

Overall though i really love these new furbies! i don't know if i would've liked them as much if i spent full price but i think at the very least they're a step in the right direction for the furby brand and im SUPER excited to see where it goes next.

[whereonceiwasfire]

Hey, I hope you don't mind I wrote a little family cheese melt ficlet for this, because I have NOT stopped thinking about it since I read the post like a month ago! Just the pure shenanigan-ery (is that a word? It is now!) of it made my single braincell feral!

It is the best day of ever. First, Dani aced her science exam, then, at lunch, Chelsea traded her Dunkaroos for Dani’s Fruit Roll-Up (what a sucker), and after that, Dani crushed her after-school practice for the sixth grade concert—she got to crash the heck out of some cymbals. Ms. Ishyama said Dani was “sure something.” 

To make matters even better, she gets Nasty Burger for dinner. She never gets Nasty Burger for dinner. Dad always says it’s “inedible drivel,” but he looked too exhausted to protest when he picked her up in the Bentley after rehearsal, so she just kind of subtly slid it in there, and now, here they are! The lights are bright, and it smells like fry grease, and the machines in the back make this loud mechanical beeeerrrrrhhhhh every ten minutes, and the big, plastic display at the counter has a bunch of colorful toys.

It’s perfect.  

Her dad sits across the table from her, arm draped over the back of the hard plastic booth, nose crinkled in distaste, gaze off in the middle distance. Absently, he twists a fry back and forth between his fingers, though the rest of his meal remains untouched. 

“Are you going to eat that?” Dani asks through a mouthful of chicken nuggets, pointing at the burger and fries.   

The question startles him out of his reverie, and he drops the fry, rubbing his fingertips off on the stack of paper napkins at hand, scowl deepening.

“Hardly,” he says, pushing the plastic tray away where it shushes against the Formica. 

“How was work?” she asks, undeterred as she crosses her legs under her and bounces excitedly.

“Long. We’re in the middle of an audit.”

“What’s an audit?” she asks, folding two fries in half and dunking them in ketchup before she shoves them into her mouth. 

Vlad is quiet a beat as his gaze flickers to her, as if he’s just remembering who exactly he’s talking to. 

“Nevermind. It’s not important.”

“Are you going to ask me how school was?” 

He lets out a long-suffering sigh. “How was school?” 

“It was great! We’re learning about magnets in science class, and did you know that they have poles? And if you hold two north poles close to each other they like shoot apart! Like the force!”

“Yes, I’m aware.” 

“And we watched Bill Nye the science guy after we got our tests back, and the whole class was like Bill Bill Bill Bill!” 

Vlad’s brow furrows, lips pursing on a thin line. “Who?”

“The Science Guy,” Dani says, like he’s dumb, as she shovels two more chicken nuggets into her cheeks. Crumbs spray onto the table as she drops her voice an octave, gesturing wildly as she goes, “Biiiiiiill Nyyyyyyye, the Scieeeeeeence Guuuuuuy!” 

“I see.”

“And then I conned Chelsea out of her Dunkaroos, and when we were on the playground at recess, I got so high on the swingset that everyone was freaking out, they thought I was going to flip right around the bar and then fall off and die or something. And I was like, my dudes, I would be so fine, and they were like, just not buying it. And I can fly, so like, as if a swingset is going to be a problem, right? But whatever. I wasn’t going to tell them that. They can just be wrong.” She barely pauses for breath as she takes  a loud, slurpy sip from her pop. “And then we had gym, and we were doing a run around the school to train for track or something, or maybe we’re fundraising? I don’t know, I just walked with my friends, and we were talking about the new movie—that one I told you I want to see? The one where she has to solve that mystery to get a bunch of money? You remember? Dad? You remember the movie?” 

Vlad pinches the bridge of his nose before rubbing the pads of his fingers across closed eyelids. “Yes, I remember, Danielle.”  

“So we were talking about that movie and—” She stops herself mid-sentence, sucking in a huge excited gasp when she remembers that she hasn’t dug around in the bottom of her paper bag for the toy yet. 

Dropping the fries in her hand, she rips open the bag of napkins and paper straws, thrusting her arm in up to the elbow, plastic crinkling between her fingers as they close around something at the bottom. She’s barely hauled the toy free before she’s tearing into the cheap plastic Nasty Burger packaging—doesn’t even bother looking at what’s inside until it’s free.

“I can’t wait, I’ve been so excited to—oh,” her voice dips, smile slipping as she stares at the little purple car in her hand, the goofy scowling character sticking out of it.

“What’s the matter?” Vlad asks, in a tone that suggests he regrets bringing it up at all. 

“It’s. Nothing. It’s silly,” she says, forcing a nonchalant grin, though even she can tell it falls a mile short of her eyes as her hand drops. 

Setting the car on the table, she pushes it dismally back and forth on squeaky wheels with a finger.

“Danielle.” 

“It’s just not the character I wanted,” she blurts as she lifts her gaze to her dad. 

He arches a brow, and that’s all the prompting it takes for her to go on in one big breath, holding up the toy to him in demonstration. 

“This is Mojo Jo Jo, and he has a giant brain, and lives in a volcano, like a loser, and I wanted Buttercup, because she’s awesome, and she wears green, and she fights first and asks questions later, and she’s scared of spiders, and her little car toy has racing stripes, and I even would’ve taken Bubbles or Blossom even though they’re like, not as cool, but they’re still okay I guess, or Professor Utonium might’ve been alright too, but I just didn’t want the evil chimpanzee.”

Her voice is stupidly choked for the fact that it’s just a silly toy, and her dad is quiet for far too long. She jumps when he finally moves, reaching over to snatch the car from her hand and pushing to a stand all in one smooth motion. 

“What’re you doing?” she asks, hopping up onto her knees, palms pressed against the tabletop.

He doesn’t answer as he starts to walk away, so she jumps down from the booth and clambers after him, the soles of her shoes slapping against the sticky tile floor.

“Dad? What’re you doing?”

He shoulders past the person at the front of the order queue, coming to stand in front of the cashier, his expression all flat, straight lines—undeniably not happy.  

“My daughter needs a new toy,” he says, clipped. “The green one.” 

“I’m very sorry, sir, but we can’t take them back once they’ve been removed from the packaging,” the cashier answers, adjusting the brim of his Nasty Burger visor, and peering down at Dani with a reassuring smile. He talks to her like she’s four, his voice saccharine as he leans over the counter and says, “Maybe next time you come you’ll get the one you wanted.”

“I don’t think you’re understanding me,” Vlad says, tone flinty, and the employee’s eyes dart back over toward him, his smile faltering. “My daughter needs a new toy.” 

“I’m sorry. But we really can’t take them back once—” 

There’s the crunch of plastic, Vlad’s eyes not leaving the employee’s for a second as his fist curls around the kitschy cartoon race car toy. When his hand turns over, fingers uncurling, plastic pieces clatter against the countertop like rain. 

In a cold, flat tone, Vlad says, “This one’s broken.”   

The employee blanches, taking a step back as his eyes fall to the scattered purple plastic.  It takes a second before he shakes himself out of it, mumbles something about of course and that’s a different matter and right away as he pulls a gray tub out from beneath the counter. He sets it down with a thunk, gestures weakly for Dani to pick her toy, all while conspicuously avoiding Vlad’s eye. 

Dani’s entire expression lights up, excitement building in her like a balloon full to bursting as she pushes through the toys to find a bright green Buttercup race car. She pulls it free triumphantly, holds it to her chest and looks up at her dad, smile stretched straight across her face.  

“That’s the one you wanted?” he checks, and she nods so fast she almost gives herself whiplash. He harumphs as he twists on his heel, expensive loafers clacking against the grimy tile as he starts toward the door.

“Let’s go then,” he says when she doesn’t follow.

She startles to jog after him, calling a vague “thank you!” over her shoulder at the cashier, still clutching her Buttercup toy close, cheeks already hurting from her wide smile.

Best day ever.       

1997

Dani and Vlad out to eat at a fast food restaurant at 8 pm, Dani didn’t like her toy so Vlad had to go and ask for another of Dani’s choosing

[smurphyse]

Punished

Part 3 of Room 405

Masterlist

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 5,247

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Somnophilia, sex toys, punishments, clit slapping, crying, daddy kink, name calling, aftercare, dirty talk, praise/degradation, bubble baths, lil bit of subdrop but quickly taken care of

Everything that happens between Spencer and the reader has been talked about before and they're both consenting to everything I write. I just haven't wanted to make a *discussion* chapter yet.

***If you choose to read, you're responsible for the content you consume. Don't come at me about it and minors DNI***

Summary: The reader wakes the next day, and Spencer has another surprise for her.

Your thighs were wet.

Squeezing your legs together, you curled up tighter under the covers. You sighed as a soft thrusting lulled you into complacency, a gentle vibration forcing you to push your face into the pillow.

Your legs shook, overstimulated and rubbery, your chest starting to rumble with your moans, making you twist and turn onto your back.

"Mmmm," you groaned crankily as you finally saw the sun through your eyelids.

You'd had the most wonderful dream, it was a shame to wake up. Spencer had come over to your apartment, kissed you desperately and rocked you gently into your bed, whispering sweet words all the while. You came once, twice, three times, and he held you after.

Your cunt vibrated at the thought, your hips shaking. It took you a few moments to realize it really was vibrating, and your eyes flew open.

Blinking in shock, you gazed up at the ceiling. It seemed Spencer had decided to play with you while he was away. That bastard, he was just waiting for you to disobey him so he could punish you.

You shakily sat up to look around, and a grin broke out on your face. Spencer sat in an armchair at the end of the bed, legs spread as he held a phone in one hand.

His shirt was rumpled, the top three buttons undone as usual, his tie hanging loosely from his neck. He had his sleeves rolled up, the muscles in his forearms sending a shock of liquid heat through you. You loved when he had those sleeves rolled up.

"Good morning sweetheart," he whispered dangerously, and the vibrations sped up. You whimpered, trying to close your legs, but it only made it more intense. "I've been waiting for you to wake up."

"Spencer," you sighed happily, moving awkwardly to your knees as the toy shook your cunt. You crawled to the end of the bed and reached out for him. The vibrations stopped as he smiled at you. He dropped the phone, his hands reaching out to grab you and drag you onto his lap.

Spencer kissed you, cupping your jaw and pulling your chest to his. You moaned into his mouth as his hands trailed lightly up your back. His palms flattened on your naked skin and held you close as he pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours.

"I thought you were far away." You breathed in the scent of his cologne, cinnamon and citrus surrounding you as he held you in his arms.

"We finished up early this morning. I came straight from the plane," he whispered, scrunching up his face and sighing. "I was hoping you were still here."

"You look tired," you murmured, frowning as you held his face in your hands. Dark circles rested in the skin under his eyes, his hair disheveled and his suit wrinkled. "You should sleep."

"Are you kidding?" Spencer grinned between your palms, one of his hands moving to roll the necklace between his fingers. "Look at you, how can I sleep knowing you're here… wearing my toy and my pearls."

Spencer brushed back your sleep tousled hair, "You're so beautiful, Y/N."

Tears threatened to form as he watched you. You were so grateful to him, for all he did for you, to you, with you. He set aside Friday nights just for you when most men would be out trying for a new girl every week, but not him. Even if he was gone for a few weeks, he always came back to you.

"Come lay down with me," you tried again. As tantalizing as the thought of morning sex was, he was exhausted and you could tell.

Spencer sighed, dropped his head into your chest and then sighed again. You threaded one hand in his hair, rubbing circles into his scalp as your other hand traced lines up and down his neck.

Spencer groaned in pleasure, placing a kiss on your collarbone and letting you hold him. If he were a dog he'd be kicking his leg, and the thought made you laugh.

"Are you laughing at me?" Spencer asked, pulling away from you with a squint and a furrowed brow.

"No," you reassured him, but you could hardly contain your smile. "You deserve some pampering of your own, daddy."

"No." Spencer shook his head, taking your hands in his and frowning. "I'm here to take care of you."

"We take care of eachother," you told him emphatically, "that's the point."

Spencer chuckled bitterly, and he looked so tired it made your heart hurt. "Taking care of you takes care of me, sweetheart."

"Spencer-," you began, but he cut you off.

"Listen to me," he commanded, and you did your best to hide this sinking feeling of disappointment that erupted in your chest. "I love being here with you. Half the time it's the only place I ever want to be."

His eyes went far away as they rested on the strand of pearls, his thumb ghosting across them as he spoke.

"Taking care of you, giving you presents I know you'll use, making you cum… sometimes it's all I can think about, and when I get to do it it makes me so happy." His sweet face was so earnest as he watched you, so you nodded. He did so much for you, the least you could do was take care of him by letting him take care of you. "Let me finish pampering you."

"You need some sleep," you whispered, rubbing your hand along his jaw. He hadn't shaved in a while, his stubble well on its way to a beard. "Will it really make you feel better?"

"Yes," Spencer nodded excitedly, his face brightening as he smiled at you. "Yes sweetheart, it will. I promise."

"What did you have in mind?" You asked, squinting at him suspiciously.

Spencer watched you intently as his eyes turned to shadow, that dark smirk taking over his face, "I want to make you cry."

You made a face, trying to read the intention behind his words. He made you cry a lot, never in a bad way, either from being punished or overwhelmed or the few times you experienced subdrop, and he always held you after until you came back to yourself.

"I didn't want to, but I do have to punish you baby girl," Spencer sighed, brushing back your hair again, his fingers lingering on your forehead.

"But I didn't do anything wrong," you whined, your shoulders sinking.

"You came three times, I sat here and watched you spread your legs and cum over and over." Spencer pouted back, mocking you. "So desperate, even in your sleep."

Your eyes widened, "That was real?"

Spencer's hips bucked up into you, making you gasp as the toy pushed up in your overstimulated pussy, reminding you of your dream.

"So pathetic," he murmured, leaning in and kissing you. You melted in his arms, groaning as the toy shifted inside you. He bit your bottom lip as he pulled away, "I didn't even use the thrusting option on the app until I decided to wake you up, just watched your legs twitch. You made the most beautiful noises…"

"I thought I was dreaming because I missed you…"

Groaning heavily, Spencer slapped your ass, grabbing your cheeks with both hands and doing it again. You clenched around the toy and whimpered as they stung in the cool morning air. "Such a desperate slut… so eager for me you're dreaming of me touching you?"

You pouted again, leaning in to kiss him but he wouldn't let you, "I can't help it, daddy, you're the only one I think about."

"You're so sweet to me, but I still have to punish you. You didn't listen, and you have to be put back in your place."

"But you made me cum, daddy, nobody else, just like you said."

"Was my cock inside you? Were those my fingers touching you or was it the toy?" he asked sternly, and you sheepishly looked down at your lap.

"I thought it was…" You tugged absentmindedly at his tie, and his hand gently cupped your jaw, pulling you up to look at him.

"If you're not feeling up to this, we can wait until next week. I know you had a long night last night and we don't usually do two days in a row," he told you seriously, cocking his head so you listened. He rubbed circles with his thumb behind your ear and smiled softly. "I can order us some breakfast, run us a bath and wash your hair if you don't have someplace to be. I don't want to assume I can take up your day."

You smiled at him, that feeling of gratitude and something stronger pounding deep in your chest. He was so good to you, so giving and kind, even when he wanted to make you cry.

“I have to leave by noon,” you told him, and he nodded. You moaned softly, pushing your chest forward and exposing your throat. His eyes lit up, and he ran his fingers over the pearls. “Punish me.”

You shivered as you whispered huskily, "I've been bad daddy, show me how to be better."

"First let's take this out," he said, reaching between the two of you and cupping the butterfly in his palm. "I want you open for what I'm going to do to you."

Spencer's other hand tangled in your hair as your chest swirled with anticipation, pulling you in for a deep kiss. He pushed the toy inward, taking advantage of your shocked gasp to slide his tongue into your mouth.

As it slid against yours, he pumped you with the toy, working you up so it was easier to remove. Heat rose to your cheeks as he fucked you gently with the butterfly. He slowly eased it out of you, your aching pussy trying to keep hold of it, and you felt empty as it left your wanting body.

Spencer's grip turned harsh as he deposited the toy on the dresser, pulling you further back by your hair as his teeth sunk into the apex of your neck. You moaned as your back arched involuntarily, your cunt dripping and grinding down on his still clothed hardening length.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Spencer growled, taking a break from bruising you to swipe his tongue up the column of your neck. You shivered as he breathed in your ear, "You pathetic, desperate whore, excited for your punishment?"

"I deserve it," you panted, your chest heaving. Spencer's teeth grazed your earlobe as the hand not in your hair slapped your ass, making it jiggle and bounce. Then he did it again, laughing at your whimpers.

"You're already clenching this sloppy cunt around nothing, huh?" His fingertips dug into your ass cheek, dragging around your hip and down to your lips.

Just as he was about to reach your clit, his fingers sliding up your slit as your eyes closed dreamily, his hand rocked back and slapped your pussy just hard enough to sting.

You jumped, shocked as your body reflexively pulled away, but his grip on your hair held you in place.

"Don't pull away from me," Spencer snarled, slapping you again, and this time instead of pulling away you moaned as the stinging spread across your cunt.

"Get up," he told you, releasing you and shoving you off his lap.

You landed heavily on the carpet, looking up at him through your lashes as he stood from the chair. Tall and confident, he loomed over you, his hands slowly working at his belt and slipping it from his pants.

Spencer folded the belt in half, his face cold and impassive. Gripping both ends and curling it, he pulled it apart with a sharp snap .

You scrambled to your feet and stood before him, biting on your bottom lip as the excited nerves pulsed through your chest. Your heartbeat rocked it through your veins, heat blossoming through you and making your nipples stand hard and hot at attention, your swollen pussy aching with anticipation.

Spencer turned from you and moved to the bed, sitting down. He toed off his shoes and waved his hand at you flippantly, not looking your way.

You rushed over to stand in front of him as his eyes finally landed on you. With a critical eye he looked you up and down, lingering on the strand of pearls nestled at your throat.

Spencer moved onto the bed, fluffling up some pillows behind him and resting against the headboard, his legs spread. He patted his thigh, and you all but dove over his legs, your ass already high up in the air for the spanking that was sure to come.

"What do you think you're doing?"

You looked up at him sheepishly. His eyes were dark, his pupils already blown out and his lips parted. That's when you knew you were really in for it.

"I'm being punished, right daddy?"

Spencer brushed back your hair, then tangled his fist into the back and pulled you until your back arched. Your ass rose with it, and Spencer's other hand came down hard with a loud slap .

"You didn't cum from a toy in your ass you stupid little bitch," he whispered though his words were harsh. Tears sprung in your eyes at his name calling, that light feeling in your chest rising without even being touched where you wanted him. "On your back, between my legs."

He released you, and you quickly moved where he told you to. He looped his arms around your chest, pulling your hips back until they were flush with his crotch on the mattress, his cock pressing insistently at your back.

He moved his legs under yours, bending at the knees to spread you open and hold you by your ankles. You could see yourself in the mirror on the dresser, Spencer's dark expression gleaming back at you.

With your head on his chest, one of his hands threaded under the pearls and around your throat, holding you tightly to him.

"You came because of the toy on your clit," he hissed softly in your ear, his other hand smoothing down your stomach to cup your vulva. "I plan to punish you accordingly."

Your legs desperately tried to close on instinct, but Spencer was much bigger and stronger than you, and his thighs didn't budge under your struggling.

"I think ten slaps will make up for it," Spencer cooed, loosening his thumb from your throat to rub gently along your jaw. "Be glad I'm not using the riding crop."

You could see your pussy clench in the mirror, and so did he. As much as you detested the riding crop, you loved it. It gave the best bruises, second only to bruises from Spencer's own hand. You'd had spankings with it on your ass before, but never any on your clit, at least not like this.

"Color?" he asked gently, his finger still smoothing along your skin to let you know it was okay to back out. He never held you at any obligation to continue unless you enthusiastically wanted to.

"Green," you begged him, nodding and licking your lips. You wanted this, you needed this, you deserved this for disobeying him even in your sleep, even though he made you just so he could do this.

It was all about you and your pleasure, even your punishments, and you trusted Spencer to live up to that promise.

"Hold onto my forearm, baby," Spencer said gently, kissing the back of your head.

You nodded, doing as you were told, spreading your legs further just for him.

“Mmm, you’re being such a good girl right now.” His thumb wrapped back around your neck, pulling you tightly to his chest. Your eyes rolled back as the sensation made your walls flutter and clench, just like it always did, even knowing what was coming. “Why do you make me do this?”

“I’m learning, daddy,” you promised, your chin wobbling as you made eye contact with him in the mirror. The heel of his hand dug into your mound as his fingers raised. “Please keep teaching me.”

“Count.”

You yelped as his hand came down on your exposed clit, the inner muscles of your thighs twitching and trying to protect yourself. Spencer’s fingers tightened around your throat, his clothed length still pressing behind you.

“One…” you said shakily, knowing he had barely hit you like he was planning to. All of Spencer’s spankings started out relatively light, and by relative you mean hard but not hard , eventually ramping up to bruise. You were happy with it, you’d told him long ago and at many check-ins that you loved the results of your punishments.

His hand raised again, this time a little higher and off your mound. You tensed involuntarily as he slapped your pussy harder, crying out as your head rocked back into his chest. You hiccupped, feeling the familiar drowsy heaviness in your face just before tears came.

“Two.”

Spencer’s hand came down faster and harder, hardly giving you time to adjust. Your achingly empty cunt squeezed around nothing, already desperate to be filled and used again.

“Filthy, desperate little whore,” Spencer growled in your ear, roughly rubbing your slit as he thrust sharply against your back. “Can’t even wait for daddy to touch you.”

"Three," you whispered quietly as you started to cry, the stinging turning into a throbbing ache that spread down your lips and inner thighs.

Spencer groaned heavily in your ear, making you shiver despite the heat spreading through your body. He ground against your back, his dick twitching and pulsing against you.

“Like a bitch in heat, look at you,” he said harshly, and you looked up at yourself in the mirror. Your face was beat red, matching your swelling pussy, your thighs twitching and shaking around nothing. “You’re dripping onto the mattress.”

“Four.” The muscles in his forearm flexed as he held his hand out flat and slapped your clit again and again, your hips jumping up to meet his hand in anticipation and excitement.

“I like punishing you, I fucking love it.” Spencer’s hand trailed lightly up the inside of one of your thighs. You trembled beneath his touch, the dark look in his eyes, the sound of his breath against you. “You like being punished… what a pitiable little whore, crying from a spanking and liking it.”

“F-Five,” you sobbed, tears bursting from your chest as he hit you harder. Your face flushed with heat as the coil twisted in your belly, gasping with pain as he hit you another time.

“I own you, you understand me?” he snarled, choking you harder and growling in your ear. “I own this pussy, I get to do whatever I want to it.”

“Six! Please, daddy, I’m sorry!” you cried, struggling against his hold, but his knuckles only secured you to his body.

Spencer sighed breathily, shaking his head, “Don’t fight me, Y/N, you’ll only make this worse.”

By the time he got to eight, you were both panting. Precum leaked through Spencer’s pants, wetting the small of your back as his hips began to twitch in time with his slaps.

His hand moved from your vulva as you gasped in relief, your head laying back on his chest. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, but as your breasts bounced from it, Spencer’s hand flashed out and slapped one of your nipples.

Your back arched as you let out a startled cry, looking up at him in shock.

“I can’t help myself sometimes, sweetheart,” Spencer groaned, rubbing his bottom lip against the shell of your ear. “Your whole body, the way it moves when I slap you, sometimes I can’t stop myself from smacking the shit out of you.”

“I deserve it, daddy,” you hiccupped, your chest shaking. He did it again, his eyes following the jiggling of your tits as his handprint appeared in red. “Don’t stop, please.”

“Two more, baby,” he cooed softly, giving you a gentle kiss to remind you that this was a game, that you were okay, that you had the opportunity to back out at any moment, but you didn’t want to. “You can take it.”

“I… I can take it,” you nodded through your tears.

Spencer’s hand slapped down on your cunt again, the few moments respite making it seem somehow hotter and harder on the swollen flesh. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you truly began to cry, sobbing in his arms as he choked you.

“N-uhn, nine!”

Spencer’s hips jerked forward as he moaned, his restraint waning as it usually did by this point. You knew it was all he had to not flip you over and fuck you into the mattress. His cock pulsed as he tried to reel himself back, holding you tight and panting.

His hand raised for the final, blessed time, higher than the rest of them. His fingers held together tightly, laid flat, his strong hand came down on your swollen hole.

Your hips seized up as your walls clenched and shuddered, trying desperately to hold onto something. The tingling heat left your legs and pussy on fire as you sobbed.

“Ten!” you wailed, the dam finally breaking as you burst into tears.

Spencer’s legs quickly untangled from yours, his hand leaving your throat and wrapping around your chest as his other arm looped under your knees. He hauled you up onto his lap, kissing your face and your tears.

“You did so good baby,” he told you forcefully, his voice full of a gentle fondness as he nosed your temple. “I’m so proud of you.”

You clutched onto his tie for dear life, burying your face in his neck and relishing in his praise. His arms wrapped around you as he held you in his lap, rubbing strong hands up and down your back, squeezing here and there.

“Such a good girl, I’m so so proud of you. I knew you could take it, I knew you could, sweetheart.” Spencer kissed the top of your head as your sobbing began to subside. “My girl can take anything, you’re so strong, so brave.”

“Really?” you asked softly, hiccuping pathetically as he nodded above you.

“Of course,” Spencer assured you, hugging you tight. “You’re my sweet girl, you’re fearless and bold. You can take anything from anyone, I know you can do anything.”

You caught your breath, closing your eyes and letting him rub and hold you. His cock still stood at attention against your hip, and it gave you comfort as he twitched in his pants. He never relented in his comfort, ever, despite how he stayed hard during and after, always taking care of you after your punishments.

“I’m gonna get some ice,” he whispered, moving to set you down on the blankets, but your hands shot out, desperate need overtaking you.

“No, no,” you begged him, looking up and gazing into his soft hazel eyes as you clutched onto his shirt. “Don’t leave me.”

“I’m not leaving, baby,” he told you softly, wrapping his strong hands around your much smaller ones. “You need some ice. You’re going to be swollen and… probably bruised. It’ll help you.”

“No,” you shook your head frantically. You needed him to stay, you needed him to touch you, hold you, talk to you. You needed him here. “Don’t go, please, please stay.”

“Okay, okay,” he soothed you, brushing back your hair and wiping away some of your stray tears. “I’m right here. Let’s lay down, okay?”

Spencer lifted you up, pulling the blankets out from under you both and tucking you in. He pulled you against his chest, wrapping both arms around you and holding you in a crushing hug. Your thigh slung across his hips, and you winced as your sore cunt pressed against his hip bone.

“Let me get you some ice, huh?” Spencer asked. He kissed the top of your head again, but his hold on you didn’t lessen.

“No, please,” you whispered, looking up at him. He sighed as he watched you, his eyes worried and wide. “Need you, daddy.”

His eyebrows raised, his mouth opening a bit. He shook his head, “No, you’ve had enough today.”

Spencer sat up suddenly, stood from the bed and pulled you up into his arms. He carried you into the bathroom and set you down on the cool marble tubside. You made a noise as your hot sex pressed against the marble, and Spencer made sure you were steady before he let you go.

Turning on the water, Spencer began pouring bubble bath into the stream. Even though he was only a few inches away, you couldn’t help but move closer, reaching out to touch him.

“I’m right here,” he soothed you, reaching out so you could hold onto his hand. You clutched his fingers like a child, your chin wobbling as he ignored you to fill the tub. You tightened your grip, tugging on him to pull him closer.

“Sweetheart,” Spencer said gently, turning to you and kneeling on the floor before you. His hands trailed up your thighs, squeezing your hips and traveling up your sides. “I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Okay,” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes. You didn’t know what was going on. You were feeling so needy, so clingy and possessive. You didn’t want him to go anywhere, let alone far enough away that you couldn’t touch him.

Spencer tested the water, turned off the tap. He took off his clothes the best he could with one hand, fumbling with his buttons as you held his other hand in your palms. He stepped out of his pants, then switched hands with you to finish taking off his shirt.

“It’s okay,” he soothed as he picked you up and set you on his hip, walking up the stone steps of the tub and down inside. He sat down slowly, holding you up underneath your butt with one hand and the side of the tub with the other. “I’m right here, Y/N.”

Spencer cradled you to his chest, easing you under the soapy waters and holding you close. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you buried your face underneath his jaw as he rubbed lines up and down your back.

“I know you’re overwhelmed,” Spencer whispered. His palm flattened as it pressed up your back. It soothed you, your head suddenly swimming with exhaustion instead of panic at him leaving. “Focus on the way I’m touching you. You’re safe, you’re with me, I’m here.”

You breathed deep and let him touch you. His hands were firm and soothing, kneading into your skin, relieving your muscles of their tension. You went slack under his touch, breathing in the scent of his sweat as the heat of the water lulled you near sleep.

“I am so proud of you, baby. I’m so proud. You’re so brave, so strong… I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else.”

“Really? Just me?” you sniffled, dragging yourself away enough to look at him. He watched you sweetly, smiling as he brushed some hair out of your face.

“You may belong to me, sweetheart, but… you own me. I’m ruined for anyone else,” Spencer said, his eyes swimming with an emotion that frightened you. It also… elated you, to know that he felt that way about you and your situation. “You’re the best partner I’ve ever had. You see me, Y/N, and I see you.”

You nodded, and he leaned in and kissed you. It was gentle, his lips soft and warm as they pressed against yours. You didn’t need to be rough anymore, didn’t need to be frantic and harsh. You were together at the end of it all, and you poured pieces of yourself into that kiss in his arms.

“Daddy,” you whispered as he pulled away. Spencer ground up into you and moaned, but he looked at you sternly.

“No,” Spencer said breathily, but you knew he needed release. “You’ve had enough today. Okay?”

“Okay,” you relented, but you still sat on his length, his cock twitching beneath your sensitive area as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“We should have a check-in next week,” he told you quietly.

You pulled back to look at him, unable to hide the hurt that formed in your eyes. “Wh-why? You said it, I’m just overwhelmed. I’m okay, I promise.”

“It’s not a bad thing, Y/N!” Spencer insisted, his fingers lacing behind your back to keep you from pulling too far away. “I need to check in, make sure we’re still on the same page, that we still want the same things.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to do this anymore?” you asked quietly, looking away from him.

Spencer’s hand sloshed out of the water and cupped your jaw, turning you too look back at him. “I always want to do this. Always. I think about being with you far more than I ever thought I would, than I’ve thought about anyone.

“Last week I found myself wanting to tell you about my job, why it’s so hard, why I’m gone all the time. You didn’t want to hear it, and that’s okay. I know that for you this is about sex and release,” Spencer sighed and he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before opening them again. “We need to talk again about our boundaries, about where this is going.”

There was a reason you didn’t want him to know you outside of the hotel suite… if he did, he wouldn’t want you anymore. Your life, your past, there were so many variables and factors that terrified you.

If he knew the truth about you, the allure would be gone. He would know too much about you, and what you had together would fade away.

You weren’t ready for that.

“Okay,” you relented, nodding and giving him another kiss. He gave a sigh of relief as he kissed you back, holding you gently… like a lover. Like a lie.

“It’s eight o’clock,” Spencer murmured, pecking you one more time, “I know you said you had to leave by noon. Stay with me until then?”

“Always,” you said, rubbing your fingers along his jawline. “I’m right here, Spencer.”

A few hours later you left a sleeping Spencer in the hotel room, snoring softly on the bed. You dressed with tears in your eyes watching him.

He was so beautiful.

You were worried about the check-in. You’d had them before, always on amicable terms, to go over boundaries, hard yes’s and hard no’s, seeing if there were new things either of you wanted to try. You were usually happy to have them.

Your last few meetings had been so emotionally charged, full of a spark that was always there, but never quite so bright.

Perhaps it was seeing him in the daylight for the first time, the oranges of the morning glowing off his hair and his cheekbones, lighting your heart on fire in the bathtub. Perhaps it was the fact that the two of you were growing closer, becoming more comfortable and trusting the other implicitly and with every aspect of your bodies.

But not your hearts.

That was dangerous

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[silverdelirium]

SORE THROAT | R.L

SUMMARY ➠ personal gym instructor!remus fucks you. thats it <3

WARNINGS ➠ oral (male receiving), daddy kink, riding, dirty talk, slapping, praising, light degrading, nicknames, bit of size kink, porn without a plot, not proofread

WORD COUNT ➠ 1.1k

A/N ➠ i’m so embarrassed this is so bad y’all, im sorry. also thanks for the title @selenesheart i fucking love u

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the flesh on your bum ached slightly as remus kneaded it harshly, cajoling a whimper from you as he backed you up against the one-way window.

“do you know how many nights i’ve spent with my hand around my cock, wishing it was yours?” he sighed into your mouth, his hands sneaking inside your shirt and palming your bare tits; this caused the corners of his mouth to quirk up.

“naughty little thing, like you knew i was gonna fuck you”

his words set the endings of your nerves on fire, your dripping cunt aching at the neglect of remus’ fingers, since they were occupied with taking your clothes off— once you had stripped down to only your lacy knickers remus wasted no time to have your knees scraping against the wooden floor.

“you’re gonna be a good girl and suck daddy off?” he asked, even though it was more of a demand.

he got an eager nod in response, that didn’t please him.

the male’s palm came in contact with your cheek before you had time to even register it, the stinging sensation doing nothing but heightening the swell of your clit -- which pulsated madly in your drenched underwear. “use those big girl words” he seethed, lowering his sweatpants enough so his enlarged cock was released, his size made your eyes widen.

“yes daddy— wanna suck your cock” you whined, fisting your hands in your lap as your tongue lolled out to kitten-lick at his tip, causing him to release the hottest of groans you’ve ever head. “get to work then, don’t wanna hear your stupid blabbering anymore”

you complied, enveloping your lips around his head and letting your eyelids fall shut as you took more of him in. his hand was in your hair, gathering it until he had a makeshift ponytail in his fist.

“you want daddy to fuck your mouth, baby?” spoke remus, tone soft as if he wasn’t about to gag you around his cock until your voice became hoarse— you nodded anyway, shuffling your thighs shut in a weak attempt to soothe the neediness in between them.

remus smiled wickedly at you before crouching slightly to press a kiss on your forehead before straightening up and thrusting his hips against your mouth at a ruthless pace, groaning every time his balls slapped your chin; the sound of your gagging only bringing him closer to the brink.

“jesus— fuck, your mouth feels better than i thought it would, princess” he confessed, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth as you whined at the lack of oxygen. “don’t worry baby, i’m almost there”

tears were running down your face at this point, and your lungs ached at the need of air— lucky for you, it took a few more languid thrusts before remus pulled out of your mouth, leaving you a coughing and gasping mess as he rapidly stroked himself, still keeping a tight grip on your hair as he made you stay still.

“i’m gonna cum all over your face baby, ready?”

“yes daddy” you heaved, sticking your tongue out and shutting your eyes tightly as you heard him moan your name out before spurts of cum hit your face; you twitched lightly as the brunette painted your face with his load, releasing a sigh once he gave his final tight stroke.

you eagerly swallowed everything that went in your mouth, staring up at remus with beady eyes as you waited for his next instruction— striving to be his good girl— which he rapidly gave, mumbling a quick get up before he was hoisting you up, a squeal leaving your lips, yet your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

remus had you in an all-consuming lip-lock, tasting himself on your lips as he padded over to bench pressing machine, settling down on it as you continued to make out, your knees resting next to his hips.

he disconnected his lips from yours to take off his shirt, “you gonna ride me, pretty girl? make a mess all over my cock, huh?” he taunted, his tone so low and seductive it almost made you moan on the spot, but all you managed to choke out was a small yes.

“good girl” he rasped out, chuckling when he saw the way your figure flushed at the praise. 

his thumb toyed with your clothed bud, this caused you to shudder while he pumped his-- once again-- hard cock with his free hand, and with a shove of your panties to the side, remus’ cock was kissing at your entrance, drenching itself with your arousal.

“a warning” he paused “i’m not holding back, sweetheart, been waiting too fucking long for this” 

a giggle slipped past your lips as you slowly but surely sank down on him “i don’t c-- care-- fuck.” you tripped over your words as you fully sat down on him, your walls fluttering around him as you both moaned in unison, the feeling was beyond euphoric.

he started slow, helping you roll your hips back and forth. but once remus was certain you were accustomed to his size, he lived up to his warning, and in the catch of a breath, his arm was around your waist and his thrusts were absolutely merciless, yet so fucking addictive you could’ve cried if he even dared of stopping; not that he was planning to either way.

 “jesus-- fuck-- feels so good daddy” you gasped, releasing a whimper as the male took one of your bouncing breasts in his mouth, the soft cushion of his lips felt like heaven to your sensitive buds.

remus groaned against the swell of your tits, where he was peppering kisses at, as he felt your walls tightened around him, signaling you were close.

“who knew such a small cunt like yours could take my whole cock, baby” he teased, reaching with his other hand that wasn’t wrapped around you to thumb at your clit, coaxing moan after moan from you.

“you greedy little thing, taking me like a little slut that enjoys being use would” grunted remus, observing the way your eyes rolled back at the degradation. “you gonna cum, princess?” he cooed, making figure-eights around your button.

“god— yes, fuck!” you cried out, throwing your head back before murmuring a rushed “cumming daddy!” and releasing all over remus’ twitching cock, your limbs spasming as the wave of ecstasy washed over you, your vision a hot white as your chest heaved up and down with your ragged breathing.

remus never stopped thrusting up into you, instead he let your orgasm ride out as he felt his approaching. “sensitive daddy” you babbled, voice now hoarse from all the screaming— and fucking— from earlier.

“i know baby, just need to— fuck!” he grunted; fierce bliss exploded behind remus’ eyes, a thousand colors.

you felt his hot cum spraying your walls as he touched cloud nine, rapid thrusts becoming sloppy until his hips ached from the continuous movement.

“i’m not gonna lie” he chuckled “that wasn’t my first time cumming at the thought of you, pretty girl”

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[theladyofdeath]

Rowaelin, with a new little one? Aelin is tired so Rowan takes care of baby while Aelin rests. :)

A/N: Rowan as a father makes my ovaries explode. T/W: none Trope(s): fatherhood, fluff. Click for more Rowaelin!

Rowan got home from work to a crying newborn and a stressed out Aelin. Being only three weeks old, their son was starting to get used to his daily schedule but every now and then he had a day where he just wasn't feeling it. It was hard being an infant.

Rounding the corner to the living room, Rowan called out, "Ace?"

"Kitchen!" she yelled, above the bone-chilling cries of the baby in her arms.

After kicking off his shoes, Rowan went into the kitchen and frowned at his wife. She looked like she hadn't had a second of peace since he left at six-thirty that morning to go to the office. Her hair was an absolute mess, she had dark circles beneath her eyes, and there was a full plate of food on the counter with only a bite taken out of it. Rowan was certain it was cold and most likely from lunch.

She looked at him, relieved but exasperated. "I don't know what's wrong with him," she said, swaying as she bounced him. "He's been fed, changed, burped..." she shrugged. “He's been like this for an hour now." Rowan held his hands out to take him but she shook her head. "You just got home from work. Get something to eat, relax--"

"I promise that you worked harder than I did today," he assured her and took their son from her arms and into his own. "Go upstairs. Take some food. Close the door. Sleep....or read or watch a movie or something. Just go take some time for yourself. We'll be fine."

Her eyes softened and she lifted herself up on her toes to kiss his cheek. "I love you."

"I love you." He smiled. "Go."

She didn't have to be told again. She went up the stairs, calling to come and get her if he got hungry.

"Alright, Dec," Rowan murmured, shifting positions until Declan was lying against his father's chest. "Mama needs to rest and she won't be able to fully do that until you tell daddy what's wrong and let me fix it."

He was met with a wail that nearly shook the walls.

With a sigh, Rowan began trying a long list of things. First, they went outside and got a little bit of fresh air. It worked for about five minutes, but once the distraction was over Declan was screaming his little head off. Then, Rowan decided he might like a walk so he strapped him in his stroller and took him for a tour around the block. When that didn't work, they were back inside and Rowan laid him on the floor, attempting to display every toy that they had in the living room, but Declan wasn't interested in any of them.

After another diaper change and a nice warm bath, Rowan was walking through the house, bouncing the newborn in his arms. "Alright, buddy. Maybe we should just fall asleep and call it a day?"

Declan said no in the only way he knew how: crying.

“Thought not,” Rowan muttered and sat back on the couch, defeated. He sat Declan on his lap, facing him, cradling his head as he asked, “What’s going on, buddy? Rough day, huh?”

As the crying continued, Rowan knew it was about the time that he should eat again but he hated to wake up Aelin. She was exhausted. She needed rest.

Instead, he went into the kitchen and opened the freezer to grab one of the bags of breast milk that Aelin had been hoarding. After letting it thaw in a bowl of hot water, he poured it into a bottle and put the nipple to Declan’s little mouth, expecting the newborn to reject it.

But he didn’t.

He drank it down like he had never eaten before in his life. Rowan watched, wondering if this was normal.

After googling it, it was.

Apparently he was already going through growing pains, which seemed ridiculous to Rowan considering he was only a few weeks old. He would be cranky too if he was a tiny human with growing bones and muscles and the gods knew what else.

As he downed his bottle, Declan’s dark green eyes disappeared behind heavy eyelids. It seemed all of his crying and frustration had finally tired him out.

It had tired Rowan out, too. He had no idea how Aelin did it. Had no idea how she birthed a human. Had no idea how she stayed home with him every day and kept a positive attitude, even on days like today. She was superhuman, an absolute queen. He had always loved Aelin, but when she became a mother to his son, he was in complete awe of her.

When Declan was asleep and Rowan cleaned out the bottle, he brought Declan upstairs and into the master bedroom. Aelin was sound asleep under a heap of blankets, snoring quietly, as they approached. Rowan laid Declan down in the middle of the bed and Rowan, still in his work clothes, laid down beside him.

When the bed shifted, Aelin’s eyes slowly opened and she smiled softly. “Finally asleep.”

Rowan nodded as he reached across Declan and took Aelin’s hand. “I love you.”

A light sparked in her eyes as they softened. She brushed her thumb across his hand as she said, “I love you, too.”

Rowan was about to tell her to go back to sleep but he didn’t get the chance as her eyes closed and her breathing evened out.

He didn’t go to sleep, though. Rowan laid there in perfect peace as the house was quiet and the sun began to set outside of their bedroom window.

[raystxntz]

[Ray was probably lucky that he didn't hear Egon's inner thoughts, at that moment. Hearing that an alternate version of his friend wasn't sure if the close proximity was comforting--and doubting that Ray had good intentions towards a cat, of all things--would likely have made him spiral all over again, and he was quite exhausted enough from the first panic attack. Even now, he still felt disconcertingly like he was clinging to an anchor in the middle of the sea, safe from the waves but still frighteningly off-balance. Like at any moment, he could teeter under the surface and be lost to the inky blackness again.

At least the cat was helping. Rolling around on her belly and gleefully putting her paws up in the air to make "air biscuits", she bunted her head into Ray's hand, earning her a beaming smile as he set to work gently scratching her chin. Apparently, much like Sardy, this "Babycakes" had been an alley cat before she had come to them, and had stuck around long enough for this universe's team to grow attached to her. Ray couldn't help but let out a small hum over that--the closest he could come to expressing "I know how that feels" in his current state.]

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[Ray couldn't help it. At the mention that they would rather not have yelled "babycakes" across the firehouse every time they wanted to catch the cat's attention, he at first valiantly tried to cover his mouth with his free hand to stifle it--and then burst into a sputtering cackle under his breath, eyes glimmering with mirth as he tapped out another message.]

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[Another round of sputtering laughter, and then he was quieting down.]

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[The last sentence was tapped out with another scritch to Cakes's chin, whose purring seemed to actually increase in intensity the longer he sat there and patted her. Ray leaned back in the chair for a moment, debating whether he should ask if Cakes had any toys or not so that they might be able to take her enrichment one step further--

And then his body suddenly decided to remind him that he was, in fact, utterly exhausted by all that happened to him. Suddenly finding his eyelids drooping by the smallest of degrees, Ray scrubbed at his hand with one hand, sagging forward again as he looked Egon's way as best he could.]

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[He’d been fiddling with the inter-dimensional device all morning. Unwilling or unable to do anything else in the midst of his anxiety—especially with Egon being strangely quiet about whatever he was planning with all the research he was doing—Ray had turned to nervous tinkering, hoping above all hope that it would keep his nerves calm. That it would quell the urge he had to race over to Elon and Walter and Louis with proton pack in hand and start blasting away until every last trace of Tiamat’s presence was gone and they could finally rest easy. That it would erase his thoughts of being useless now. A failure. Someone who might as well not even be here.

But it didn’t, it hadn’t, and that was how Ray found himself now. Staring at a machine that still stubbornly refused to work no matter what he did to it, feeling frightened and worn down and so very small in the face of all of this chaos.]

God damn it.

[Swatting some miscellaneous bits and pieces off of the countertop, Ray despondently laid his head down on the table’s surface, letting out a low groan of displeasure. How could he just….just sit here when his friends were in danger? Tiamat was a god more powerful than Gozer themselves had been, and it had been dumb fucking luck that they had even managed to defeat Gozer the first time—but there had to be something he was missing. Something other than smashing a stupid computer modem that had to help here. Surely there was some bit of research that he hadn’t done, or material he hadn’t looked over, or—

—hadn’t there been an apple sitting on the table a minute prior?

[purple-babygirl]

First of all… who told you that you could toy with my heart over your latest work: SamBucky and the injuries Little. Talk about the angst but fluff. Just mwah!

But will all that angst especially with Sam and Bucky—they are just a perfect combo, btw. I now am needy for angst to fluff (oops…). All I can think about is an insecure little who think that her daddies don’t love her after a misunderstanding, so she pack up her things and runs away. (But a happy ending is ensured) when Sam and Bucky are able to find her

Love you.

Pairing: SamBucky x little!f!reader

Word Count: 2,796

Warnings: polyamory, ddlg dynamics, a dash of angst, and a pinch of fluff

A/N: Hello, Nonnie! Thank you for reading, and thank you for sharing this idea with me and allowing me to toy with your heart over it!💜💜 I was a puddle writing this one. I'm really sorry if this took me too long; I hope it's to your liking and I love you too *ghost kisses*💜 please enjoy xx

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unwanted

“That's enough. Go to your room.” Sam demanded angrily, looking down at the cheerios covering the kitchen floor that he now would have to clean up.

“Papa-”

“All you do is cause trouble and I'm done! To your room, now!”

She's been bad again. It was the third time this week. She has been disobedient and impatient. Whenever Papa and Daddy told her to do anything she somehow managed to mess it up. Sam had told her not to touch anything but she wanted to help nevertheless. She couldn’t reach the cupboard though and ended up spilling the box of cereal all over the place.

Her gaze dropped and she walked to her room without another word and a few minutes later, Bucky came to give her lunch and collect her phone and tablet, taking away her screen time for the day.

“But daddy-”

“No, doll. I'm taking them away. You never listen anymore and it needs to stop.”

Papa and Daddy are mad at you. They don't love you no more. They're sick of you. You never listen and you're always bad. They could be so much happier and calmer if it wasn't for you always riling them up. They were done. It needed to stop. They don't love you no more. They don't want you no more. They don't love you. They don't want you.

She sat wallowing in her room, tears gathering in her eyes as her own mind attacked her. Maybe it was all true. All she does is cause trouble.

So maybe if she left…

She got up and got her big girl backpack out of the closet.

Maybe if she left Papa and Daddy would be better off without her.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she gathered and pushed items into her bag.

Maybe if she was gone they would be less angry.

She zipped the bag up before sloppily slipping her socks on and picking up her stuffed friend.

Maybe if she escaped the house she could escape her thoughts too; leave them all in her room and go.

She wiped her cheeks, tiptoed out of her room, found her shoes by the front door and quietly got into them. She could hear Daddy and Papa lowly laughing together while they got things done in the backyard. Leaving really was the right decision then; they were happier without her.

Taking one, last, tear-blurred look at the house, she stepped outside and quietly closed the door behind her. She held her small white bunny to her chest and sniffed before taking off, walking to the only place that would bring her comfort.

~

“She's going to be so happy. I can't wait to see her face.” Sam smiled proudly, hands on his waist as he took one last look at the swing he and Bucky have put together for their baby girl in the backyard.

“I really hope she likes it.” Bucky smiled back in agreement before opening the door for Sam and walking inside behind him.

They felt they were too hard on her that morning and she was usually a good girl, only intending to do good for her Daddy and Papa. So they decided to build the swing earlier than they’d previously planned to lighten things up again.

“Is it just me or is it awfully quiet in here?” Bucky murmured, bringing the water bottle down from his mouth and looking around the living room in slight suspicion.

“I mean, she is in a timeout and you did take away her phone,” Sam reminded him, trying not to let himself panic as he got himself a water bottle from the fridge.

But it wasn’t that. Bucky could still hear her presence no matter how quiet. He could hear her crayons gliding on paper when she would sit down to color. He could hear her hum as she organized her toys around the table for tea parties. This quietness wasn’t normal.

Bucky jogged up the stairs to her room and just as he feared, she wasn't in there. Her sandwich was untouched. Her closet was open and her backpack and favourite blankie were missing.

“Sam!” He called for his husband, taking long strides to their bedroom to find she wasn't there either.

Sam ran up the stairs at Bucky's freaked tone and saw him pacing through the hallway.

“She's not here.”

“What?” Sam’s heart sank into his stomach.

“I can't find her.” Bucky shook his head at Sam, running his fingers through his hair in growing panic.

“Hey, calm down. We're gonna find her.” Sam rubbed a hand down Bucky's back, trying to hide his own fright for Bucky's sake as his mind ran to every single place she knew how to get to on her own.

“How? How are we gonna find her? We don't even know where she went or if she's okay-”

Sam put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, the other cupping his cheek.

“Hey, breathe,” Sam instructed, slowly breathing so Bucky could copy him, trying to send away the panic attack ready to take over him. Bucky nuzzled his palm, his breath coming out shaky.

“That's it, Buck. In and out.” He moved his hands to Bucky’s.

“But she was so little when we sent her to her room and she probably doesn't even have any ID or money with her-”

“Bucky,” Sam squeezed his husband’s hands.

“We can't lose her, Sam. I can't- I took her phone away- if she's in trouble, she won't be able to-”

“Bucky, baby, we're gonna find her and she's gonna be okay. I promise.” Sam reassured him with words he himself wasn't sure would turn out to be true, his large palm stroking up and down the tense muscles of Bucky’s back, “I need you to keep breathing for me.”

Bucky tried to manage his breathing, slightly calming down to the thought of getting to hold her again.

“She couldn't have gotten that far, so we're gonna look around and I'm gonna call Steve, okay?” Bucky nodded at Sam's words, glossy eyes closing as Sam planted a kiss to the side of his forehead, “okay, baby. Let's go.”

~

Sam took the car, driving slowly, roaming the neighborhood to see if she was anywhere around the area. He was asking anyone and everyone who passed by his car if they've seen her. But apparently, no one has. Not even the old couple at the end of the street with the dog she loved to pet so much.

Bucky chose to go on foot as he walked in the other direction, preferring to depend on his enhanced senses instead of talking to other people. Even if he did talk to them for help, no one would understand that while her picture looked like that of a grown lady, she was a mere baby. They would never understand their panic.

Sam rubbed his forehead in frustration, leaning it against the wheel. He’d just hung up with Steve. He said she didn't come to his place; didn't even stop by. In fact, he hasn’t heard from her at all and got worried when Sam called. He took an uneven breath, trying to maintain his cool before he lifted his head up and started the car again.

~

Leaning back on the big tree, she wrapped her soft blankie tighter around her frame. It was getting kind of chilly and she was starting to regret leaving now that it wasn't that sunny anymore. The tears drying on her cheeks made her shiver even more and she sniffled, kissing her bunny's head and tugging the stuffed animal under her chin. She hoped Daddy and Papa were feeling better now that she was no longer there with them.

“Doll?” She heard Bucky's voice and before she could wonder if she'd imagined it, she was pressed to a hard chest.

“Oh, thank god,” Bucky sighed, kissing the side of her head over and over again, his hands tight around her back, holding her and her bunny close to his frantically beating heart.

“Baby, why'd you leave like that? We were so worried! We looked everywhere, we called everyone.” Bucky kissed her forehead a bunch before “-oh right!”

He got his phone out of his pocket with one arm, the other still firmly holding her to his chest. She kept holding onto her bunny, not really getting what was happening. Was she in trouble for leaving unannounced or not? Why would Daddy and Papa want to find her? She was nothing but trouble.

“Sam, I found her! We're in our secret place in the park.”

At Bucky's call, Sam took a sharp turn, stepping on the gas to get to the park as fast as he could.

“Are you okay, doll? Are you hurt anywhere?” Bucky asked her after hanging up, anxiously checking her head, face, arms and legs for injuries.

She shook her head silently, fresh, hot tears burning at the brims of her eyes.

“Thank god.” Bucky hugged her to his chest again, “we were so scared, doll. We were so scared.”

He kissed her damp cheeks and chin as she kept biting her lip, quietly sniveling.

She'd scared them. She'd worried them. Why was it always that she did something wrong while trying to do anything right? She was no good.

“It’s okay, love. I found you. I’m right here.” Bucky kissed her eyelids, then her nose, thinking she was crying because she was lost alone.

He pulled her on his lap and adjusted himself in her place, his back to the tree trunk as he held her close, fearing she’d disappear if he were to loosen his grip around her.

“Sugar!” Sam’s voice echoed through the empty part of the park when he saw her burrito-wrapped body in Bucky’s lap.

“Papa’s here, doll. It’s okay.” Bucky whispered to her when she didn’t stop crying.

She turned around and her eyes met Sam’s watery, brown ones.

“Hey, sugar,” Sam greeted softly, getting down on his knees before her.

Her lower lip jutted out further as new tears soaked her pretty face. It hasn’t even been a whole day and she’s missed Papa and Daddy so much. How was she ever planning on running away from them or being without them?

“Aww, no, no, baby, it’s okay,” Sam cooed, bringing her to his chest and engulfing her in a protective hug.

Her blanket fell in Bucky’s lap and she dropped her bunny to cling to Sam, barely quieting her sobs.

Not able to hold himself together any longer, a tear escaped Sam’s eye his gaze met Bucky’s. He buried his nose in her hair and squeezed her closer to him, sighing in relief that they’ve found her. His mind kept torturing him with scenarios of her getting hurt and not getting help. He didn’t know what he would’ve done if they’d actually lost her.

“You’re okay, sugar. Papa’s here with you. I’m sorry it took us so long, baby. We were looking in a lot of places.” Sam sniffled, pulling back to pepper featherlike kisses all over her face.

“You wanted to find me?” Her small, brittle voice asked, doe eyes staring up sadly.

“What? Of course we wanted to find you, baby! Why would you think otherwise?!”

“But I was bad. You w-were done. It needed to stop,” she repeated his and Bucky’s words on him and Sam felt shame cover him from head to toe, Bucky not any different as he bit down to stop his tears.

“Doll,” Bucky went to hold her hands only to find they were freezing.

“Shit! She’s too cold,” he told Sam, who immediately started taking off his jacket.

“Dada, bad word,” she softly reminded Bucky, covering her mouth with her hand before Sam got out of his jacket.

Sam slipped his warm jacket on her and pulled the zipper up, her small hands disappearing inside the long sleeves.

“Good girl, sugar. It is a bad word.” He rolled the sleeves back just enough to get her palms out so she could still hold her bunny.

“But you don’t see me asking daddy to leave because he was bad, do you?” Sam asked tenderly and she shook her head no.

“Exactly, I’m not. You know why?” Sam pressed kisses to both of her hands multiple times, rubbing them between his palms to warm her up.

“Why, papa?” she asked as he carried her in his arms; Bucky gathering the rest of her stuff.

“Because I love him so much." Sam wiped her tears. "And both me and daddy love you so so so much, sugar.” He pressed a firm kiss to her temple.

Bucky handed her the small bunny back after patting any dust or leaves out of it.

“We never want you to go, doll.” Bucky pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

“Even when I’m really really bad?”

“Even if you’re really really bad,” Sam guaranteed, kissing her temple again.

“But- I thought papa and daddy would be happier and not so angry no more if I left,” she mumbled innocently as Sam started walking to the car with her in his arms.

“That could never be true, doll. We’re only happy as long as we have you,” Bucky reassured her, opening the backseat door so Papa could slip in with her on his lap.

“And you still love me?” Her pout, teary puppy eyes and words were just killing both men inside.

“Of course we love you, doll! We will always love you. We can never afford to lose you,” Bucky told her, his eyes searching hers to offer them comfort.

“Baby, we love you so much it’s uncountable, remember?” Sam ran his thumb over the knuckles of her stuffie-holding hands.

She nodded, her eyes teary but her smile comforted and reassured. “I love you too, Papa,” she mumbled, grabbing onto Sam’s thumb, her eyelids barely staying open.

“I’m sorry I left,” she sniffled.

“It’s alright, baby. We’re all together now and we're going home.” Sam kissed her forehead once more, wanting her to forget all about it and know everything was okay again.

“Told you we’d find her,” Sam said, drawing Bucky inside the car by the cheek and brushing his lips against his.

“You did.” Bucky nodded, pressing his forehead to Sam’s and kissing him again.

Bucky pulled back and smiled adoringly at her sleepy eyes fighting to stay open as she leaned onto Sam's chest before getting in the driver’s seat to take them home. Sam was caressing her hair and before she knew it her eyes were fluttering closed.

All the crying all day had drained her and her body could finally give up and relax now that she was in Papa’s hold; she was out like a light.

“You’re so important to me and daddy, sugar. Never ever forget that,” Sam whispered against her forehead before pressing a slow kiss to her skin.

She might've had no idea how adored and cherished she actually was, but that was okay. Sam and Bucky had a lifetime ahead of them where they could show her again and again that they loved and needed her just as much as she did them.

~

“Dada! Papa! Wake up! We have a swing!”

She’d fallen asleep pretty early in the car last night and neither Sam nor Bucky had the heart to wake her up when they got home. So they took her shoes and socks off and tucked her in in their bed.

Now they had to deal with her waking up way too early. She’d gone to the bathroom on her own like a good girl before her stomach hungrily grumbled. And when she got to the kitchen for a cup of water and maybe the plate of fruit in the fridge, her eyes fell on the swing showing outside the small window on the kitchen door.

Bucky rolled over and opened his eyes first, her jumping on her knees on the bed beside him pulling him out of his dreams. Sam, however, didn’t move a muscle. The man slept so soundly that sometimes Bucky was jealous. How heavy of a sleeper could a person be?

“Yes, we do, baby.” Bucky chuckled. “Me and papa built it just for you.” He smiled sleepily at her excited face before annoyingly poking Sam’s back, “Sam, wake up.”

“Tank you, dada.” She settled back on her ankles though still buzzing with joy.

“You like it, sugar?” Bucky opened his arms wide for her.

“Yes, I love it.” She nodded happily before perching herself on his hard chest, cutely kissing his jaw, “and I love you, dada.”

“Sam.” He affectionately punched his sleeping husband’s shoulder, smirking when he heard him groan, “she likes the swing.”

[dilemmaontwolegs]

The Interrogation || Winter Soldier

Summary: You interrogate the Winter Soldier when things take a turn for the worse better. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, oral (fem rec), unprotected sex WC: 1.1k

A/N: this is for @fluffyprettykitty 's 1k celebration challenge, congratulations beautiful Selene!

Year: 2013 Location: Classified Mission Status: In Progress

His cold eyes followed you as you paced around the room and you cursed as he refused to answer your questions. Slamming your hands flat against the table you expected to see some sort of reaction but he stayed frozen. You would have said he was almost unfeeling if it wasn’t for the hint of smugness twitching at the corner of his ruby lips.

You took a deep breath and pulled the chair out opposite him, calming your thoughts as you sat down and laced your fingers together. “Where is the remote, soldier?”

The four concrete walls felt as if they were closing around you and the artificial light seemed to be swallowed by the dark corners. Tugging at your collar, a sheen of sweat beaded over your skin and you rushed to throw your leather jacket off before it clung to you like a second skin.

“The controller, where is it?” You growled as you rounded the corner of the table, unable to sit still like he so effortlessly did. “You are sworn to comply.”

“I am doing exactly as I was ordered.” His voice was hoarse and he swallowed deeply, the only outward sign he wasn’t as comfortable as he appeared. 

Raising your boot, you kicked the table away from the Winter Soldier with an almighty clamour and tipped his chin back as you straddled his lap. Staring into those blue eyes you saw your wild reflection disappear into his blown pupils. 

“Don’t make me beg.” You warned as you ran your hands through his hair and tugged the dark locks until his chin jutted up and his throat was bare to you. “I don’t like to beg.”

His breath hitched when you grazed your teeth over vulnerable throat and you chuckled to yourself as you felt his erection straining against his combat pants. “Just tell me where it is and you’ll be handsomely compensated.”

His lips pressed together tightly and he shook his head in your hold, his voice threatening to betray him if he opened his mouth. Sighing sadly, you hung your head, the sound melting into a moan as the vibrator filling your cunt increased its strength and you rolled your hips over your soldier’s. All too soon it was gone again and you were left balanced precariously on the edge of orgasm, disappointment filling your chest.

“Freightcar.” You whimpered, ceding the safeword as you reached your limit. 

The Winter Soldier exhaled the shaky breath he had been holding and rose from the chair, your legs wrapping around his waist as he kicked the interrogation room door open and led the way to your room. The second he laid you on your bed he tore your uniform combat pants off and eased the silicone toy from your dripping pussy.

“I won.” He smirked as he stroked his fingers through your slick folds.

“Bite me.” You said with a pout, the same result as always. 

“With pleasure.”

His teeth teased the soft skin of your inner thighs sending goosebumps across your skin before he sealed his lips around your needy clit.

“Please don’t tease me, please, Soldat.”

His blue eyes connected with yours as he licked and sucked you to the edge and a slither of panic crept in as you feared he would stop before you could reach your release. It was silly to fear it, you had used the safe word and the Winter Soldier was absolute when it came to rules and following orders. But that fear was still there and it only made your release that much more explosive when you finally reached it. 

You cried out as your eyes rolled back and your vision was stolen by the flashing lights behind your eyelids that were screwed shut. Every muscle felt the tension release and they sagged with relief that you were finally cut from the puppet strings your Soldat had been pulling all day.

“I like it very much when you beg.” He informed you, as if you didn’t already know it, and crawled up your body to relieve you of your damp shirt. He paused as he knelt between your legs, taking a moment to pull his shirt over his head and toss it to the floor before unbuckling his pants and kicking them off. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

You nodded your head as his silver fist grasped his cock and stroked his length enticingly. Soldat shook his head with a smirk playing on his lips that still shimmered with your arousal. “You will have to try harder than that, moy kotenok.”

Your body ignited with a new wave of desire as he called you his kitten and you tried to pull him closer to you with your heels but he was immovable with his super strength. “Please, I need you to fuck me!”

His smile was wicked, the sly curve taking pleasure in your weakness, but he gave you what you needed. 

“I quite liked this place.” You sighed as you lay with your head on Soldat’s chest, the steady rise and fall almost enough to fool you into thinking he was asleep. “It’s a shame we will have to move again soon.”

“As long as they don’t give me a new handler, I will go anywhere.” His quiet, gravelly voice was soft on your ears and he ran his fingertips gently over your skin before looking at the watch strapped to his wrist. “They will be back soon.”

Your pout did nothing to keep him as he pulled on his clothes and left, pausing at the door a moment to look back and you tilted your head as he looked like he wanted to say something. The look sent your tummy fluttering but in an instant it was gone as so was he, retreating back from your apartment to his room that was little more than a cell with a cubical bathroom. You wished there was a way he could stay with you, his handler, but your employers didn’t trust him nearly as much as you did. They only saw the man they had broken and forged into a formidable weapon

You curled into the space the Winter Soldier had filled, the blankets still warm, and closed your eyes as voices carried along the hall. There weren't any alarms blaring or people shouting so you assumed he made it back to his room in time. If you were ever caught it would be the end of you, they needed the Winter Soldier but you were expendable, like your predecessor who tried to break the trigger words. They would wipe his mind and set him up with a new handler.

All you could do was hope they didn’t give the kill order to your Soldat, it would kill the part of him that still lived.

[judeswhore]

ruined your night - mason mount

prompt number 14 from the halloween series “i think there’s someone downstairs” for @wintersoldierwhore

flashbacks to mason getting scared on the stairs

When Mason had told you he was too tired to go to a Halloween party and had asked you instead to spend the night at his place you thought he meant the two of you would just watch horror movies and maybe have a few drinks. You’d done that, for maybe two hours, but then Mason’s hands had started to wander.

His touches had been fairly innocent at first. Soft caresses on your arm, until he’d started to brush his thumb further and further up your thigh until it was beneath your shorts and toying with the band of your underwear. So you’d somehow found yourself completely naked in the middle of Mason’s bed, his smirk practically branded behind your eyelids.

“Missed you.” He mumbled against the skin of your neck, fingers skimming down your side. He was torturing you with slow steady kisses, his mouth paying extra attention to every part of your body but the parts that were screaming at him to hurry up. Your body felt tight with need, your skin turning feverish beneath his.

“You saw me yesterday.” You breathed out, fingers sliding into the soft strands of his hair so you could grip and find some sort of composure. Not that it worked when Mason’s soft lips travelled down between your boobs, tongue darting out teasingly when he nipped at your skin.

“I mean, I missed you. Missed having you like this, missed seeing you squirm and beg.” He glanced up at you through his eyelashes, a taunting smirk on his lips.

“I’m not begging.”

“The way you keep tugging at my hair says otherwise, sweetheart.” You expected him to move his kisses lower, but instead he followed that same trail back up. Mason was a tease in all aspects of life and it just got even worse in the bedroom but this was a new level even for him, especially when it had been a little over two weeks since the last time he’d had you.

His mouth was back on yours within seconds, his hand sliding to press lightly against your throat, the small amount of pressure already having your body arching into his. You’d started to move your hands down Mason’s body, fingers delving into the dips and ridges of his muscles. You thought you were going to get away with finally touching him but Mason had shook his head, fingers squeezing around your throat.

“Hands on the headboard.” You pouted your lips at him, seconds away from throwing a tantrum over the way he’s acting.

“But Mase-“ You’d cut yourself off, hands stilling as you cocked your head to one side. You could have sworn you heard a door shut downstairs.

“Hands on the-“

“Shh.” Your pressed your finger against his lips, effectively shutting him up for a second as you listened and there it was again, the soft sound of footsteps and doors being opened. “I think there’s someone downstairs.” Mason’s hands slid from your body when you pushed yourself into a sitting position, your eyes trained on the closed bedroom door behind him.

Mason sat back on his heels, following your gaze. “I don’t think-“ The sound of no doubt one of Mason’s countless trophies being knocked onto the floor had him cutting himself off, gaze darting to yours. “I locked everywhere up.”

“What if you have a stalker.”

“I don’t have a stalker.”

“How do you know? Might be a really secretive one who’s come to sniff your underwear.” Another door closed, this time what sounded like a kitchen cupboard and you were suddenly scrambling off Mason’s bed, eyes searching for your clothes but coming up unsuccessful. Of course, because Mason didn’t want to wait until he got upstairs before he started undressing you. “Great, now your stalker is going to be sniffing my underwear.”

Mason had pushed himself off the bed and was pulling a pair of boxers up his legs, the tent in them still pretty much evident. He sent you a glare across the room.

“I don’t have a stalker. Put one of my shirts on.” The house was suddenly silent again but you were quick to cover yourself in one of Mason’s shirts and a pair of his boxers. He’d grabbed one of the trophies he had sitting on a shelf and was reaching for the door handle.

“Fuck, what if we’re about to get murdered.” You hissed as he pried open the bedroom door, slowly stepping out into the hallway. There was a slight shuffling from downstairs as though someone was moving across the carpet. “Oh God, Mase, what if it’s Slenderman?”

“Why the fuck would it be Slenderman?” You followed behind Mason, your hand clutching at his arm, heart feeling like it was about to burst from your chest.

“Because we just watched it.” You whined, grip on him tightening. “And now he’s come to get us too. This is all your fault! If weren’t so pretty you wouldn’t have a stalker and we wouldn’t be about to die.”

“(Y/N), be quiet we aren’t about to die.” Mason stopped at the top of his stairs so abruptly you slammed against his back with a squeak. “The TV is on.”

“What?” As Mason made his way down the stairs, careful not to step on the creaky ones, you spotted the TV playing softly in the living room, some Netflix film rolling on the screen.

From Mason’s stairs you can see straight into the living room and dining room but the kitchen is around the back of the staircase so with both of you too busy staring ahead you forgot every rule about murderers sneaking up on you and completely missed the man coming from the side of the stairs.

“What the fuck are you two doing?” Your scream could have shattered all the windows in Mason’s house and his wasn’t much better. The two of you almost fell from the steps as you spun around, Mason’s brother staring at you like you’d gone mad.

Mason had raised the trophy, ready to whack over the intruders head but quickly let it drop when he saw Lewis. You pressed your hand to your heart, willing it to slow down before you gave yourself a heart attack. “Were you gonna hit me with that?” Lewis pointed at the metal in Mason’s hand.

“Bro what the fuck?”

“What?”

“We thought you were some weird stalker!”

“Hello, (Y/N).” You glared at him, your legs feeling a little like jelly.

“Why would you think that? I’ve been staying here for the past three days. I told Mason I’d be back tonight a little later than usual.” It was time to glare at your boyfriend then and you whacked you hand against his arm.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Mount? You knew he was gonna be here and you let me think I was about to die? You didn’t even mention he was staying!” Mason’s look had turned sheepish, his cheeks and ears turning red and Lewis had barked out a laugh.

“I forgot.”

“Did you really think you were about to get murdered?” Lewis found the entire situation hilarious and appeared to be trying his hardest not to pass out from laughing.

“Mason has tonnes of people following him around it wouldn’t have been a far off shot. And you,” You jabbed your finger into Mason’s chest. “How the hell do your just “forget” your brother was staying over and would be home tonight? When you heard someone downstairs why didn’t it register in that tiny brain of yours “oh yeah Lewis is home”?” Mason’s cheeks turned even redder if possible, his eyes darting from Lewis to you, dropping down to your bare legs before darting back up again.

“Well.. I was distracted. I wasn’t exactly thinking about Lewis.” This got a scoff from his brother.

“Yeah I should fucking hope not, might want to undress your girlfriend in your room next time you have guests, Mase.” Your glowered even more at both of the men in front of you, arms crossed defensively over your chest. “You should have seen your faces though, man. Priceless! God you were sneaking around here like some sort of MI5 agents.”

“You’re both idiots. That wasn’t funny.”

“It was pretty funny from where I was standing.” You pulled a face at Lewis.

“You’re lucky he didn’t smack you with that trophy.” You grumbled before turning on your heel. “I’m going to bed, Lewis, just so you know, I’m gonna get you back.” You threw one last glare at Mason that has his lips turning in a pout.

“Baby..” You’d already made it to the top of the stairs but just before you were out of ear shot you heard Lewis’s chuckle and whispered.

“Bro, that just ruined your night, you’re so not getting any from her.” Followed by a thump and a groan that despite your still pounding heart had you grinning.