#so the pathetic whining helps a little bit. gives me a way to express myself

[mars-ipan]

every time i face some sort of pestilence i have to whine to myself like a hurt dog. it genuinely makes me feel better

[hazbinfallinginaspiral]

hello so I have a little request for an idea that been stuck in my head for too long. so my idea is that the reader is some kind of animal demon who goes into heat and who's soul is owned my vox, but vox doesn't know how to deal with he reader being in heatsos he gets Valentino to help him satisfy the reader

Sure thing! I really hope you enjoy it! I really like seeing Vox being pathetic and subby so I added a bit of that. If you’d prefer for him to stay firmly in control next time, just let me know!

The heat was creeping in again. I felt it in my core first, a slow, aching throb that spread through my limbs like wildfire, making my skin feel too tight and my thoughts sluggish, hazy. I hated this. Hated how it stripped me down to something desperate and needy, something I couldn’t fight or ignore. It was inevitable, and the only thing worse than enduring it was admitting it to him.

Vox owned my soul. That alone should’ve made him responsible for me, but I doubted this was the kind of responsibility he signed up for. Still, I had no choice. If I didn’t do something about it, the heat would break me down until I couldn’t think, couldn’t function, couldn’t do anything but need. So, with reluctant, shaky steps, I made my way to his office, trying to ignore the way my body begged for relief.

Vox was in a good mood when I arrived, lounging in his chair with a self-satisfied grin as his neon eyes flickered toward me. “Well, well, aren’t you a sight,” he purred, clearly pleased by the unexpected visit.

I opened my mouth to speak, but he didn’t give me the chance.

“You always look cute, but this—mmh, there’s something extra about you today,” he mused, tapping his fingers against his armrest. “Finally decided to come crawling to me for attention?”

I clenched my fists, trying to steady myself, trying to focus. “Vox, I—”

“C’mere.” He gestured me forward, and I hesitated. He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t keep me waiting, sweetheart.”

I swallowed down my nerves and stepped closer, feeling his hands grab my waist and pull me into his lap. My whole body tensed, heat surging at the sudden contact, and then—oh. Oh.

His hands stilled on me. He felt it.

Vox went rigid beneath me, and I saw the exact moment realization dawned in his flickering gaze. His usual smug expression faltered, eyes widening just slightly as his grip on my hips tightened. I squeezed my eyes shut in humiliation, heat prickling beneath my skin, before I blurted it out.

“I’m in heat.”

There was a beat of silence, just long enough to make my stomach twist, before he let out a sharp breath through his teeth. “Fuck.”

I whimpered as another wave of need pulsed through me, making my tail twitch and my thighs press together. The friction sent another jolt of pleasure up my spine, and I couldn’t help but squirm in his lap, biting down on a whine.

Vox cursed again, his fingers twitching as if debating whether to push me off or hold me down. Instead, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and dialed.

“Val,” he said, voice sharp and low, “I need you in my room. Now.”

I barely registered the response on the other end, too focused on the way my body was betraying me, my mind clouding over with every second that passed.

Vox hung up, muttering something about promising a good time before his arms tightened around me. In the next blink, we weren’t in his office anymore—we were in his bedroom, the familiar neon glow of his private space casting everything in a red and blue haze.

He set me down on the edge of his bed, hands steadying me as I wobbled, breath coming in short pants. “Stay,” he murmured, voice softer than I expected. “I’ll handle it.”

I shivered, thighs clenching as I curled my fingers into the sheets. Vox turned away, moving toward his closet, preparing for whatever was coming next.

I barely had time to collect myself before the door creaked open, and I heard Valentino’s voice, amused and intrigued.

“Well, well,” Val drawled, stepping inside. “This should be fun.”

Valentino’s voice sent a shiver down my spine. Not just because of what it meant—because he was here now—but because of the way it dragged over me, lazy and dripping with amusement. He knew exactly what was happening the moment he saw me, his sharp eyes sweeping over my trembling form as I sat on Vox’s bed, clutching at the sheets, thighs pressing together in a desperate attempt to ease the ache inside me.

I couldn’t meet his gaze.

Vox, on the other hand, was completely at ease, adjusting his tie as he turned to greet Val with a smirk. “Glad you could make it,” he said, voice smooth but holding that familiar, digital flicker beneath it.

Val let the door swing shut behind him, tilting his head. “How could I say no when you sounded so damn eager, Voxxy?” His grin widened, eyes flicking back to me. “And now I see why. Shit.”

His gaze was heavy, drinking me in, and I squirmed under it, whining softly before I could stop myself.

Vox tsked, stepping forward and tracing his fingers under my chin, tilting my face up to him. “Poor thing,” he murmured, the usual condescension in his tone laced with something else—something possessive. “You really let it get this bad before coming to me?”

I swallowed thickly, the lump in my throat making it impossible to answer.

“Desperate little thing,” Val added, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming in a way that made the heat inside me flare brighter. “That’s adorable.”

Vox chuckled, thumb brushing over my jaw. “Oh, I know.” He glanced at Val, amusement glinting in his neon gaze. “Think we can take good care of my little pet?”

Val let out a low, pleased hum, and my breath hitched.

I had no doubt they would.

Vox’s fingers ghosted along my jaw, featherlight but deliberate, just enough to tease without offering anything real. The touch sent sparks through me, setting my already sensitive nerves alight. I tried—really tried—to keep myself together, to fight against the overwhelming pressure building inside me, but it was useless.

A fresh wave of need rolled through me, making my breath hitch. My thighs clenched tighter, but it did nothing, nothing, to ease the ache.

Vox saw.

I knew he saw, because his smirk deepened, his neon eyes flickering with that cruel, entertained glint that made my stomach flip. “Still trying to keep it together?” he mused, voice smooth, sweet—mocking. “You’re adorable when you struggle, pet.”

I whined softly, fingers curling into the sheets beneath me.

Val let out a chuckle. “They really are, huh?”

And then—he tugged my tail.

A sharp gasp tore from my throat, my whole body jerking at the sudden rush of sensation. That was too much, the final push that shattered the last bit of restraint I had left.

I moved without thinking, grabbing Vox with desperate, shaking hands and shoving him down onto the bed beneath me. He barely had time to react before I was straddling him, breathing heavily, my hands fisting his jacket as if I could anchor myself through sheer force alone.

For once, he looked startled.

Then his expression melted into something smug, something knowing. “Oh?” he purred, looking up at me. “Finally lost control, sweetheart?”

I didn’t answer—not with words. My fingers went to his jacket, fumbling with the buttons, yanking at the fabric. I needed more.

Val’s laughter rumbled from behind me. “Damn, I love seeing them like this,” he drawled, moving in closer, his hands already helping me strip Vox down. “You really are something, huh, baby?”

Vox let out a low, digital chuckle beneath me, shifting just enough to let me work faster. “Took ‘em long enough.”

I barely heard them, barely processed anything past the roaring need consuming my every thought. All that mattered was them—Vox beneath me, Val beside me—and the way they were finally, finally, going to do exactly what I needed.

Vox had been smug at first. Of course he had been—he always was, always in control, always so sure of himself. But that confidence was slipping.

I could see it in the way his neon gaze flickered erratically, in the way his breath hitched when my hips pressed down against him, grinding just slightly—just enough to make him feel the heat rolling off me, the raw, unrelenting need that had overtaken every inch of my body.

His hands, which had been resting so casually on my waist, twitched. “Hah… easy there, sweetheart,” he murmured, but his voice lacked the usual bite, dipping into something weaker, something breathless.

I wasn’t listening. I was already tugging at his shirt, undoing the buttons with shaking hands, dragging my fingers down his chest as I pushed the fabric aside. The more I exposed, the more desperate I felt, my body practically vibrating with impatience.

Vox swallowed hard, his head pressing back into the sheets, neon eyes flickering wildly. “Shit—”

Val’s chuckle was low and knowing. “Aww, Voxxy,” he purred, leaning down so his breath ghosted against Vox’s ear. “Where’d all that confidence go, huh?”

Vox glared at him—or tried to. It was hard to look intimidating when I was still pressing against him, when I was all but panting with need. He shifted beneath me, but he wasn’t pushing me off. He could’ve stopped this anytime. But he didn’t.

“Poor thing,” I murmured, voice half a growl as I leaned closer, pressing my lips near the edge of his, dragging my nails over his chest just to make him shiver. “You’re already so needy, aren’t you?”

He sucked in a breath, his fingers tightening against my waist—but not to push me away. No, he was gripping me like I was the only thing keeping him grounded.

Val hummed, clearly pleased. “Damn. Didn’t think I’d ever see Vox like this,” he mused, tilting his head as he watched his old friend melt beneath me. “Kinda cute, isn’t it?”

Vox let out a glitchy growl, but it was weaker than before, his bravado crumbling under my touch. His hips twitched beneath me, like he was fighting the urge to buck up, to beg for more.

I grinned, sharp and hungry.

But there was still one more thing I needed.

I turned my head, locking my gaze onto Val. He was enjoying this—enjoying watching—but I wanted him in it. I wanted him just as desperate, just as needy as Vox was quickly becoming.

So I reached up, grasping Vox’s screen, making him look at Val. “Flash it,” I ordered.

Vox blinked up at me, dazed. “What—”

I squeezed the edge of his screen lightly, leaning in. “Your spiral,” I purred. “Show him.”

For a second, I thought he’d argue. Thought he’d try to take control back. But then, slowly, his eye swirled, glitching into hypnotic spirals of shifting color.

Val’s breath hitched.

He barely had a moment to react before his pupils dilated, his body tensing, his lips parting slightly as the effect took hold.

I watched him shudder, his usual cocky grin faltering into something softer, something hungrier. His hands twitched at his sides before he exhaled, low and shaky, licking his lips.

“… Shit,” he muttered, blinking rapidly as he tried to pull himself back, tried to fight it off—but it was already too late. He was right where I wanted him.

I smirked, tilting Vox’s face back toward me, stroking my thumb over his jaw. His spirals flickered, fading, and his dazed expression returned, pupils blown wide.

“Good boy,” I murmured.

Vox let out a breath, his hands flexing against my hips and I felt Valentino crawl into bed with us, already tugging at my clothes— but with slight hesitance, waiting for my permission despite the desperation I could feel radiating off of him.

“Go ahead,” I encouraged, shifting so I could finally undo Vox’s pants. I slid them down, along with his shark patterned boxers, and my hands immediately moved to his dick. Going up and down as my hips rolled against him more and more, I gave him all the attention he deserved as he whined and moaned beneath me.

Val must’ve been jealous, or impatient, because before I could process, he’d torn off the rest of my clothes. My head snapped around in an instant and I rounded on him, my gaze flicking up and down his form only for a moment.

My anger faded slightly when I saw how huge his cock was— he was 12 feet tall, I should’ve expected it to be big but it was the size of my forearm. A low growl escaped me and I grabbed him tightly, maneuvering him to be on top of me— I was now sandwiched between him and Vox. He seemed to get the idea and helped me slide onto Vox’s dick, with a small whine from the man himself.

He wasn’t as big but it stretched my tiny hole in such a satisfying way. I let out a small groan, the warmth in my core building— just to be interrupted by my own moan as Val thrust his dick past my sensitive lips. He filled me up without even putting his entire length in, I could already see a slight bulge in my stomach.

“Damn,” Val muttered, watching my stomach expand slightly with each thrust. He pulled out slightly only to push back in harder, making me take his entire length easily. He bottomed out inside me and I let out a small whine. “Baby, she’s so tight,”

"She's insatiable," Vox moaned as I took him deeper with each roll of my hips. He grabbed my waist possessively and snapped his hips up. I yelped, my back arching as pleasure overtook me. "God, look at her tits bounce.”

"Fuck," Val groaned as I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in deeper. He looked down at where we were joined, watching his length disappear inside my trembling form.

"Shhh," I growled, shifting my hips to grind against both of them perfectly. "Don't you dare stop now. I need both of you..." my voice was breathy and commanding, annoyance creeping in. "Vox, fuck me harder."

(And I’m stopping here because that last line made me laugh and I’ve not written smut in nearly a year so I have no idea what I’m doing lmao)

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 16 - Gags

Ghost x Soap - 2.4k (on ao3)

summary: Simon lets Johnny fuck him, but not in the way he's expecting. (Johnny POV)

cw: topping from the bottom, handjobs, cock gag

Johnny tries to give Ghost his very best pathetic expression, his eyes wide and teary, even throwing in a few sniffles for good measure. His shoulders slope low, hands tucked between his thighs and over his hard cock.

“Please, Ghost?” He begs, looking up at his Lieutenant. “Promise I’ll be good, I’ll get you off as much as you want.”

Ghost snorts, shooting Johnny a look that says you’d do that anyway from his spot at the head of the bed. “I don’t think so, Johnny. Not sure I trust a dumb pup like you to know how to fuck me properly.”

Johnny whines at that, dares to inch  a little bit further up the bed. The leash tied to the bedpost tugs a bit, but Johnny ignores it. “Please, please? I can make you feel so good, I just know it. Won’t come until you say, yeah? I can fuck you good, Simon, please let me?”

Ghost sighs loudly, loud enough that Johnny knows he’s being dramatic intentionally, and loudly shuts his book. Johnny can’t help but perk up a little, shocked he’s getting more than a firm No and an order to curl up on the floor for the night.

“You want to fuck me?” Ghost asks, one eyebrow arches high.

“Yes,” Johnny nearly moans, leaning forward and almost choking himself in the process.

“Want me to stretch myself out for you?” Ghost hums. “Fuck myself on a few fingers so you’ve got a nice warm hole to get off in?”

“Please,” Johnny whines, hips twitching up into the air before he forces himself still. Good pups don’t hump, he already knows that.

“Hm.” Ghost gets a thoughtful look on his face, the one that always means either unimaginable pleasure or the absolute destruction of his hole. Most of the time, both. “Alright, Johnny. You can fuck me.”

Johnny can’t quite believe it - Ghost has never capitulated to his begging so quickly, especially not to something so far from their usual routine. Simon’s never shown an interest in bottoming, and Johnny’s usually too horny to care. It was only today, when a gif of a man being yanked by his leash while fucking someone came up on his Twitter timeline, that Johnny started to get a real urge to fuck Ghost for once.

“C’mere,” Simon sighs, standing and untying Johnny’s leash from the bedpost. He rubs Johnny’s head while retying it to the headboard, giving him a few nice scritches down his mohawk. “We’ll keep you up here for a bit, so you don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

Johnny whimpers a little at that, quickly kneeling and keeping his legs spread so he’s not hiding himself - Ghost hates when he tries to cover himself up, says Johnny shouldn’t try to hide what doesn’t belong to him.

Simon grabs a bottle of lube and settles himself in the center of the bed, just out of Johnny’s reach. He stacks enough pillows up to use as a sort of chair, leaning back and setting his feet so his knees are bent, then spreading wide. With the way he’s sunk down, Johnny’s got a clear view of both his half-hard cock and the tight furl of his asshole.

Johnny’s nearly panting by the time Ghost opens the lube, lathering up several fingers on his right hand. He’d be embarrassed about how needy he is already, but he knows Ghost likes it best when he’s out of his mind with want.

Sure enough, Simon huffs a laugh when he makes eye contact with Soap.

“You want a show, pup?”

Johnny whines, jerks his head in a nod, and tries to lean a little further forward.

“Calm down,” Ghost scolds. “‘M not letting you get anywhere near me when you’re acting like that. Be good.”

It’s hard, but Johnny settles back on his knees. He takes a few deep breaths as he watches Simon’s pointer finger slowly circle his hole, entranced by the way the slick lubs spreads. He’s given himself more lube than he’s ever once given Johnny.

Ghost puts on the show he’d promised, moaning even as just one finger slips in. He doesn’t bother going slowly, pushing all the way to the knuckle in one go and shifting in his spot as he does. He thrusts slowly in and out of himself, his free hand jacking his rapidly hardening cock at the same pace.

“Ghost,” Johnny whines when he keeps that same, glacial pace. “C’mon, I can do it for you, let me-”

“No.” Ghost shoots him an unimpressed look, even as he lines up another finger and starts to slowly push in. “I don’t trust overeager puppies with my hole. You just sit still, I’ll use you when I need to.”

They both make a sound at that, Ghost because he’s slipped another finger to the knuckle, and Johnny because he’s so hard he feels like crying.

Ghost doesn’t take long to stretch himself. He works up to three fingers, shifting his hand in a way that tells Johnny he’s looking for his prostate, going even more limp and letting his eyes shut as he moans once he finds it. Johnny can’t do anything but stare, entranced, as the little slick hole is slowly opened. He wants so badly to be inside of it, can hardly breathe past the urge to lunge forward and touch.

He holds himself back though, kneeling stiff and as silent as he can be. Which, to be fair, isn’t very silent at all - using all of his willpower on staying still leaves him whimpering and moaning almost more than Ghost.

Finally Ghost deems himself stretched enough, pulling his fingers out and leaning forward to wipe away the excess lube on Johnny’s thigh. Soap is quick to lean back, spreading his legs so his cock just straight into the air.

Ghost laughs at his eagerness. “On your back for me, pup, flat on the bed.”

It takes some finagling for Johnny to manage the command without choking himself, laying sideways across the bed with his feet hanging off the edge. 

Ghost appears above him a moment later, something black held in his hand. Johnny can only see the bottom of it from his angle, but he recognzies it as a gag.

He whines a bit. “Simon, please, wanna talk to ye.”

Ghost tsks. “You couldn’t shut up just while I was fingering myself, you’ll wake up everyone in a five mile radius if I leave your mouth empty for this. C’mon, open up.”

Johnny listens with minimal grumbling, teething lightly at the small rubber insertion as Ghost ties it around his head. The gag has an oddly shaped panel on the front, right over the mouth, but Johnny hardly notices.

That is, until Ghost pulls a dildo out from their bedside table. That has Johnny’s eyebrows furrowing, has him making a small noise of confusion past the gag.

Ghost laughs as he… attaches the silicone dick to the gag, somehow. “What, you thought I was gonna ride that little cock of yours? Johnny, it’s tiny. I wouldn’t even be able to feel that thing.”

That has Johnny whimpering, tearing up a little at the insult. Ghost pats his cheek once he finally gets the sex toy secured, shifting to kneel on the bed and then over Johnny’s torso, facing his feet.

“Aw, don’t be sad, pup. I’ll still ride your face, that way you can pretend you’re fuckin’ me, yeah?” The smirk Ghost throws over his shoulder, neck bent awkwardly to look down at Johnny’s face, is downright mean.

The worst part is that the cock strapped to his face is bigger than his own. Johnny isn’t small by any means, would even consider himself above average, but he’s not sure he’d be able to full wrap his hand around the thing standing tall and proud above him.

He tries to show his displeasure as Ghost inches back, reaching up to try and paw at the man as the only way to beg he’s got left.

Ghost scoffs as Johnny grabs at his wrists, quickly pinning them down to his stomach with one hand wrapped around both wrists.

“Don’t pitch a fit,” he growls, giving Johnny a warning squeeze that grinds the bones in his wrists together. “I still haven’t decided if you’ll come tonight or not, but behaving like this is making my decision easy.”

Johnny’s cry is loud enough to be heard through the gag, and he tries to make his body language as contrite as possible as he stares up at the tiny gape of Simon’s asshole. A little drop of lubs drips onto his nose and he flinches.

“Now, you just lay there and be good while I fuck myself. I’m being nice, huh? Not even making you do any of the work.”

Ghost’s free hand reaches back to spread one cheek, and Johnny pants as he watches the man slowly lower himself closer and closer to his face. It takes Simon a couple tries to get the head lined up at the right spot, working his hips forward and backward until he’s got just an inch inside of himself.

“Remember Johnny,” Ghost starts, giving his held wrists a light squeeze. “Stay still.”

Ghost slams himself down on the dildo, taking it in one long thrust and imediately leaving his weight on Johnny’s face.

He can’t help but panic a little, hands flailing as best they can. He forgets to breathe for a moment, scared that his nose is blocked by Simon’s ass. He can hear Ghost moaning above him, watches entranced as his hole struggles to take the large invasion. It’s nearly white from how far it’s spread.

Johnny moans at the sight, hips working fruitlessly against his will, desperate to feel the way Simon’s hole would milk his own cock.

Ghost gives himself plenty of time to adjust, rolling his hips just a bit and grinding against Johnny’s face. He’s not even really riding his mouth - if he were, Johnny would at least get to taste him. Like this he’s just stuck trying his best to breathe, watching Ghost’s hole take all it’s given.

Simon raises himself off the dildo slowly, leaning forward and leveraging himself by pushing further on Johnny’s stomach. He lifts himself almost entirely off, leaving just the head of the enormous dildo inside of himself, then slides back down just as slowly. Ghost and Soap both moan in tandem, one in pleasure and the other in need.

“That feels good, Johnny,” Ghost says on a sigh. “Might let you fuck me more often.”

Johnny’s whimper is sad and pathetic, but apparently just loud enough for Ghost to hear because there’s a scoffed laugh as Ghost begins to truly ride Johnny’s face.

He doesn’t speak as he finds his rhythm, and Johnny is left feeling more and more like just the dildo strapped to his face. His cock goes completelty ignroed, and the only point of contact he’s allowed with Simon is the grip on his wrists. He’s being used for Ghost’s pleasure, but not like he usually is - he’s doing nothing essentially just holding up something for Ghost to fuck. It leaves him with a weird mix of desire and self-pity.

Simon doesn’t seem even the slightlest bit concerned with Johnny’s emotional state, far more focused on getting himself on. He drops nearly his entire body weight on Johnny's face with each thrust, slamming his hips down and leaving Johnny unable to see anything but his ass. There’s a brief moment where Soap thinks that if Ghost were to lean any further back, he could very well break his nose.

He must be making himself feel good, with how loud he’s being. At some point he seems to find his own prostate, his moan hitching as he stills for just a moment before riding that exact spot continuously, a stream of pleasured sounds the only noise in their bedroom.

Merciufully, it doesn’t take Ghost long to come at all. Once he finds the right angle, it’s just minutes later that his hips start losing their rhythm, and barely a minute later Johnny hears the slick sound of a cock being jacked, then a splatter of come across his chest.

Soap is wide eyed and panting as Ghost rides through his orgasm, lifting enough that he’s only got the first few inches of the dildo inside of him, and instead focusing on rubbing himself off. Once he’s milked himself completely he fully pulls off with a moan, shifting to lay shoulder to shoulder with Soap.

With his hands left unrestrained, it takes every ounce of control Johnny’s got left to keep from reaching down and giving himself a few firm tugs. It wouldn’t take much at all, he knows he just needs a little bit of sensation to get himself off.  

But he doesn’t. He sits still, takes deep breaths through the nose, and stares up at the ceiling.

It doesn’t take long for Ghost to catch his breath. Once he does he levers himself up on one hand, looking down at Johnny’s teary expression. He strokes his cheek with one hand smiling softly, before reaching behind him to undo the gag.

“Did good for me, Johnny,” he praises. “Sat nice and still while you fucked me, good boy. You wanna come?”

“Ye-es,” Johnny chokes out as soon as the gag is gone, reaching up with one hand to desperately grip Ghost’s wrist. “Please, please, sir, I was good, I was-”

“I know,” Ghost hums, lacing their fingers together and using his free hand to get a firm hold around Johnny’s throbbing cock, stroking slowly. It’s dry and a little uncomfortable, but he moans from the pleasure nonetheless. “Good boys get rewards, you know that pup. Come whenever.”

He’d be embarrassed about how long he lasts if he had any room for thought in his brain, but Johnny’s so stuck on the delicious pleasure, the perfect stroke of Ghost’s hand, the eye contact that leaves him feeling vulnerable, he doesn’t care at all that he hardly lasts a minute.

He’s loud as he comes, so Ghost dips down and gives him slow kisses while he wrings the last stripes of come from him, licking into Johnny’s mouth and letting him do the same. The whole thing feels slow and good in a way Soap rarely gets to be with Ghost.

They’re both breathing heavily as Simon finally pulls back, a thin strand of saliva connecting them.

“There you go,” he purrs. “What do you say, puppy?”

“Thank- thank you,” Johnny pants, eyes falling closed as the pleasure makes his bones feel heavy, sinking deep into the comforter. “Thank you for letting me come.”

The smile is audible in Ghost’s voice as he praises, “Good boy.”

[prettyprincessplace]

can't help the ovulation horny, can you, princess? think it's gonna be my favorite time, the one where your pretty tits are all sensitive for me. means it'll be even easier to tease you, even when we're in public. a little graze, a look, a comment that might be innocent to others but you'll know better, brushing my hand over your thigh and going a bit too high. so many ways to let you know exactly what i'm thinking about without giving you any relief. i love the softer stuff, baby, don't get me wrong— just can't help myself when my princess is all needy, and when it would be so easy for you to soak through your panties. and until you're on the verge of losing it? that's what it would be. until you're trashing your legs over how bad it is, in absolute pieces, all pathetic with wet thighs and maybe even tear stained cheeks. a needy lil thing, all mine, and i think you would've learned well, hm? a dirty little slut, and the following day everyone would know because you'd be covered in marks. two for each orgasm, and i wouldn't stop until it's so glaringly obvious that everyone would know. i'd like to say i'll take my time with you, but knowing how sensitive you are? control would be out of the window the moment i'd get a vibrating dildo near you, the moment i'd push my strap into you. we'll make you look real pretty, princess, i promise.

love that you're so needy that you'd act up for me while grinding your pillow, so needy, so pathetic. i'd know there's no way you'd be able to get there without me, but i'll amuse you. i'll let you think it, just for a moment. so dirty, so delicious, so in need to be shown that you're too mine at this point to even stand a chance, don't you, princess?

still wishing i had you with me. been in a mood for the second day in a row and talking to you's been my little relief moment. not just over the sexual stuff, but just because it's you. 🥰

🌹

I really can't!! it's so bad that I can't focus on anything else. It took me hours to fall asleep because of it. But I can't do anything about it since I won't be alone long enough until Monday :( squeezing my thighs together is barely doing anything to help, I just need it so bad. They're so sensitive, anything even just grazing against my nipples has me whining. You'd really love being here right now mommy. It would be so easy for you to tease me. It's already easy for you to get me worked up without even doing much. In this state you'd barely have to anything and I'd be dripping and begging for you to take me home or take me to the nearest bathroom. A seemingly innocent comment or a suggestive look would have me so needy. And I know you'd take so much pleasure in watching my expressions turn more and more desperate as you kept teasing me. You brushing your hand over my thigh and going up higher would make me have to hold back a whimper. I'd probably try to move my hips while you did that, desperately trying to get your hand to where I need it. Knowing you wouldn't be giving me any relief any time soon, you want to tease me and drag it out as long as possible. It would be so easy to soak through my panties mommy, anything you did would have me soaked. A couple of dirty things whispered in my ears and I'd be dripping. You wouldn't even need to touch me. But as soon as you did, even just playing with my tits and rubbing my thighs and kissing my neck, I would be falling apart. Begging and moaning and pleading with you to please touch me where I need you so bad. So desperate as you get closer to touching my pussy but keep teasing me and always pulling away before you get there. I'd start shaking with how bad I need it, tears forming in my eyes from how much I crave relief. I'd be so pathetic mommy, tears streaming down my face from how horny I am and how much I want you to touch my aching pussy. Your needy little princess, so desperate for you that I cry and shake and drip down my legs and beg like a slut. You giving me all those marks would have my head spinning, I wouldn't be able to control my moans feeling your mouth on me sucking and biting marks into my skin. Leaving such pretty markings all over me so everyone knows I'm yours and that I'm such a dirty girl for you. I would get wet all over again every time I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror covered in those gorgeous marks you made. And I'd get even wetter seeing the faces people made out in public seeing just how filthy I am. Two for each orgasm sounds perfect, especially knowing you won't be stopping after just a few orgasms, that you would keep going until I was a crying, fucked out mess, unable to move or think. I'd have so many marks then 🫠 the thought of you using a vibrating dildo on me has me practically drooling. Thinking of you fucking that in and out of me without mercy, watching it stretch me out and hearing my cries and moans get louder and more chaotic as I get closer to the edge and you make me cum over and over. Delighting in the way my eyes roll back and my back arches and the way my voice breaks while calling out your name. Then you follow it up by sinking your strap into me. Having me seeing stars as I clench around you and feel you so deep inside me. Making a never ending stream of moans and swears fall out of my mouth as I get so drunk on the feeling of your strap filling me up. I bet you'd make me look so beautiful mommy, marks covering me all over 🥰

Of course mommy!! I'd want to make sure I look and sound so pretty if you're watching me! Moaning as much as I can and not holding anything back, trying to look as dirty and pathetic as possible for you. Being so good for you and giving you such a nice show! I'd try my best to make myself cum riding my pillow. Thinking I really could if I try hard enough and imagine it being your thigh and seeing you watch me and the amused, turned on expression on your face as you do. I'd end up getting so frustrated as I keep getting close but not being able to get over the edge and actually cum. Tears spilling out as I whine and keep hastily grinding my pillow. Eventually you'd take pity on me, looking so cute and pathetic. You'd come over to me and show me how I'm yours and only you know how to make me cum. Make me know that I never had a chance at getting off without you. That I'm so yours that you are the sole reason I can cum ❤️

I'm sorry it's been so rough lately mommy :( I'm glad I can be your relief though and that talking to me is helping to ease your stress and your mood even the littlest bit. I wish I was with you too, I always do! I think about you all the time and just think "oh it would be better if mommy was here with me for this" or "if mommy was here we could be doing this instead". Not just sexy things either, while obviously I am very much imagining those too. But just walking places and thinking it would be better if you were here holding my hand or relaxing on the couch thinking it would be better if you were here for me to cuddle with. I also wish I could be there to greet you after you got back from work. I'd be so excited to hear you unlocking the door, I'd run up to greet you and give you so many kisses all over your face and hug you so tight that all the stress from the day melts away! And I'd make you your favorite meal for you to enjoy after a long day and tell you how happy I am for you to be home and how much I adore you. Then after we could get cozy together and watch a movie you love until you get tired and fall asleep laying against me. (Or alternatively you could take all the frustrations out on me too from your stressful day but I was trying to be sweet hehe). I hope your days get easier and your mood gets better of course but until then I hope I can keep being your little relief in each day. I'm always here for you mommy ❤️ i hope today is going better

[scaramouche-bully]

can i req fem!sub / if you want gender neutral is ok, about being brat on the bed? and (seperate) kaeya, diluc ,xiao &childe respond on it?

— ☆ Bratty Sub headcanons 

Includes: Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, and Childe

[ Sub ] Gender-neutral reader

Contains: Bratty sub, riding, dacryphilia, humiliation, rough sex, switching, coming untouched, dirty talk, degradation, choking, slut shaming, stomach bulge, masocism, minor blood, drooling + dumfication. 

— ☆ Wrecking headcanons - Childe 🐏 [ Female ]

[ masterlist ]

Apologies for the long delay. It’s been busy. 

I’ve updated my rules to limit requests to two or fewer characters as to not overwhelm myself. But since this request was before the change, I will write all four. For future requesters, please stick to two characters. 

— ☆ Kaeya

As soon as you talk back to him, he gives you most amused but pitiful look you’ve ever seen. He takes a moment to chuckle under his breath before he’s hoisting you up onto his lap, leaning his cheek on his hand, and gestures for you to continue. 

You must think you’re so cute right now. Suddenly thinking that you’re in charge? Alright, if you want to be on top then go. He won’t do anything. Let’s see how long it’ll take for you to start whining. 

He loves the flustered look you get when he suddenly gives into your demands. The brave face you try and put on as you slowly ease onto his thick cock and the frustrated whimpers you try and hide. 

It’s only when you start apologizing that he disapprovingly sighs as he grips your hips, so hard that bruises will appear the next day, and slams you down on his cock. 

“Talking back to me when you can’t even fuck yourself on my cock properly. What am I going to do with you?” he grunts out as your walls tighten around him and you scrabble to hold onto him, “You’re going to take every drop of my cum until your hole is stuffed got it? Aren’t I kind? Go on, thank me.” 

“T-Thank..mm! Yo-You -ahh! More, ah! ” you stammer out as you claw at Kaeya’s back as he forcefully lifts you and drops you on his cock. The heavy drag of his dick against your sensitive spots is maddening that muddle your head. Every time Kaeya thrusts in you feel the breath get punched out of your lungs, the skin of your abdomen stretch and burn as you try and make room for his cock. You don’t realize that you’re crying out to him as you sob into his shoulder. 

“Look at you, does that hurt? Too bad. Maybe if you didn’t act like such  a brat I would be a lot nicer,” he laughs as he viciously grabs your hair and lifts your tear stained face up “Maybe I should take a picture so I can show everyone in Mondstadt what a slut you are?”

He drops your face harshly as he grips your wrists and pulls your hands behind you before he flips you both over so he’s on top of you. Your arms are at an awkward angle that strain them but when he suddenly starts pounding into you with the new leverage, whatever complaints you have are quickly replaced with moans. You mewl at the idea, your friends and family seeing how much of a wreck Kaeya can make you. It makes you burn in humiliation at the idea and you know that Kaeya would do it in a heartbeat. It’s that thought that has you cumming as Kaeya curses and buries himself as deep as he can go, painting your insides with his cum. While you’re catching your breath, Kaeya swipes at the cum that leaked out of your hole as he brings his cum stained fingers to your mouth.

“Open up,” he says, his voice sweet even as he pry’s your mouth open for you. You, naturally, bite his fingers but also lick him clean. It makes his star pupils dilate as he takes in the image before shoving his fingers into the back of your throat so you choke, “You’re so cute. It seems I have a lot to teach you about manners brat.”

— ☆ Diluc

Diluc has to deal with too many problematic issues given to him by incompetent people. It’s weeks like these when his patience runs extremely thin, even when he tries to suppress his temper. 

Naturally, these are your favourite weeks to irk the man. To see just how much you can get away with and how far you can push his limits. From walking around with barely any clothes to flirting with the Knights that attend Angel Share.

Diluc is used to your...mannerisms. That is until Kaeya appears and he’s already glaring at you before you can make a move. Don’t you dare even try it unless you don’t want to walk the next day. 

It takes one touch on your waist from Kaeya for Diluc to snap. He’s closing the bar early and even the drunkards can tell Diluc is pissed. Kaeya blows you a kiss and a wave over the shoulder to Diluc as he locks the door behind him. 

Diluc manhandles you to the bar counter until you’re bent over with your wrists pinned behind your back. You can feel the anger radiate off Diluc as you peer over your shoulder at him. While he has a calm face, his eyes are feral as he adjusts his glove. That’s the only warning you get before he slips his hand to the front of your neck and squeezes with a vice grip. 

“D-Dil-” you cough out before you’re cut with a yelp by Diluc forcefully shoving your pants down as he shoves his fingers in, gloves still on, and stretch's your hole out. 

“Pathetic, you’re already this wet and I haven’t even done anything. Are you going to make a mess over my floors? You know what’ll happen if you do,” Diluc sneers as he arches your back and brings your face next to his, “Do you like being choked? Is that it? You filthy whore getting off on being used like this.”

“Hah..haha...Ka-Kaeya is nn-- oh is rough-er!” you manage to wheeze out as you stick your tongue out at Diluc. He still wears that same neutral expression but you can see something dark swirl in his eyes. He mumbles out, is that so? Before he slams you back down onto the counter top. You’re a bit dazed from the impact that you don’t hear the rustle of clothes, a belt unbuckling, before you’re being rammed into by Diluc’s cock. Your hands are scrabbling onto the countertop for some type of purchase as Diluc wastes no time and abuses your sensitive walls. 

“You’re. Mine.” Each word is punctuated by a deep thrust into you, “No one can fuck you like I can. Not those useless knights. Not Kaeya. Not anyone. Got it?”

You’re dumb on the pleasure of his cock rearranging your insides that you don’t respond that Diluc clicks his tongue, bends down, and sinks his teeth into your neck. An area he knows you can’t hide with your clothes and it’s too hot to be wearing a scarf without making it obvious to what’s happening now. The burst of pain is enough to send you over the edge and orgasm on his cock. Diluc curses under his breath at your walls tightening around him as he cum inside you as he catches his breath. 

“Answer me when I ask you a question.”

“Y-Yes sir...you’re the only one. Only you. Always you...” 

Your words manage to sooth him a little bit but it irks him that you’re drooling all over his countertop that he just cleaned. It’s fine, he thinks, he can make you lick it up later. 

— ☆ Xiao

He's a puppy that wants to impress you, but everyone has a breaking point. The constant taunting of how, despite being a powerful adepti, he can’t even pleasure a mortal in bed sends something feral inside him ablaze. 

He doesn’t want to hurt you so he focuses his efforts into fucking you so good that you end up babbling praises instead. It makes him feel so warm inside when he sees your normally smug face turn dumb as you tell him he’s doing so well. 

It’s the only time you can ask Xiao to be more rough with you without him worrying about breaking you. It’s so cute to you that he tries so hard that you can’t help but tease him a bit. 

“Good boy Xiao. You’re doing so well,” you whisper against Xiao’s lips as you softy kiss him. You’re finally seated on his cock with his fingers are digging into your sides, strong enough to leave marks. It took a bit of coaxing from you to get Xiao to release the death grip he had on the sheets and to move his hands to your waist. If you didn’t see hand prints or bruises the next day, you were going to make this man cry. You slowly rock back and forth as you softly moan at the feeling of his cock inside you as you make small bounces. 

“Don’t you feel good?” you ask as you take one of his hands off your waist and lead his fingers to your hole where you’re both connected. Lacing your fingers together as you force him to jerk off the small length of his cock that appears every bonce you make, “Come on. Go faster. Show me what an adeptus can do.”

“A-Are you sure?” Xiao stammers out as he looks up at you worried. His grip on your body slackens considerably as you sigh before cupping his cheeks. 

“Xiao. Are you saying you can’t? Is it too much for someone of the adepti? What a let down you are, if you can’t do it then I’ll go find someone that cAN-!” you choke on your words as Xiao suddenly slams you on your back and drives his cock to the hilt. This time he’s taking your hand in his as he places your linked hands onto your stomach so you can feel his cock wrecking your insides through your stomach. 

“W-Wait! Xiao! Ah-!”

He pulls out harshly only to slam back in desperately as he rutts against you. His cock is practically gushing pre-come as he slowly loses his sense of rhythm. A deep feral part inside him relishes in the fact that it’s his cock that makes you like this. Pupils blown wide, head thrown back, tongue lolling out. As much as it makes your entire body tremble at the onslaught of pleasure, you can’t help but let a small delirious smile appear on your face. You reach out and cling onto him, digging your nails in so deep that he bleeds, and tell him to fuck you stupid. That he’s doing such a good job and to not stop. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you” he chants as he grinds his cock into you as he cums inside and fills you with his cum. The rush of warmth has you orgasming with him. Your linked hands still on your stomach where his cum paints your walls. 

— ☆ Childe

He really likes switching half way during your fucking. As soon as you’ve had your fill being on top, he’s switching the roles. He might have been crying and begging you to let him cum a few seconds ago but now it’s his time to payback. 

Due to the abrupt switch, you’re still high on your ride and refuse to let his child take control. He loves how feral you both get in your attempts to dominate the other. 

When he finally manages to pin you down, the blood of the scratches and bite marks are still stinging but the pain get’s him rock hard. It’s like any other fight and the feeling of victory gives him a rush. 

He wastes no time in pounding into you, watching you scream as you curse him out as him laughing, leaning over to kiss you as he proceeds to rail you.  

He knows as soon as he kisses you, you’re biting his lips raw. The taste of blood makes him smirk against your own mouth and he feels your exasperated sigh at his kinks. It’s a small moment of respite as you both make out without trying to claw each other’s eyes out. When you finally separate for air, there’s a red line of saliva linking your mouths together that breaks when Childe sits up and wipes his mouth. 

“A bit eager are we?” he taunts as his fingers run over your skin, covered in his hand prints as marks, before settling on your hip. He doesn’t need to look to know his body isn’t any different. He better hope that he doesn’t need to change his shirt in front of the anyone or else they’ll suspect he went and fought a bear again. A cruel laugh escapes you as you reach up and drag him back down to your level as you whisper in his ear.

“It’s a pity fuck Tartaglia.” 

There’s a pause as Childe registers what you said before a switch flips off in his head. He lets out a low growl as he flips you onto your stomach and rams his cock into you. He relishes in the wail you let out as he grips your neck to pin your head onto the bed as he rails you into the mattress. You’re so tight around him that he has to forcefully drag his cock out just to thrust back in. He doesn’t understand how you can stay so tight even after all the rounds you both had previously. 

“You, ngh--ah! b...hah...bastard!” you gasp out and you claw at the sheets as his cock fucks you so well. He slams in so deep that has you spasming with each and every thrust. 

“Behave now,” he hisses out as he bites down on the back of neck as he muffles his moans as he cums inside you. Feeling him spill inside you sends a shudder of pleasure through your body that has your withering on his cock as you cum alongside him. When you’ve both caught your breath is when you elbow him in the stomach and knock him backwards so you’re back on top. He can tell you’re pissed and he’s never felt more excited. 

[ventismommy]

“Pets”

baal/Venti/Zhongli smut

warnings: overstim, edging, degradation, inappropriate use of visions, dom!baal

Venti was the first to stir awake, his vision hazy. The bonds of Electro around his wrists tingled against his pale skin, making him let out a small sound of discomfort that echoed in the silent room.

Zhongli awoke not long after, a deep groan escaping him as he realized he was in the same position as Venti- wrists bound, clothes torn and skin bruised, kneeling before…a throne?

Each of them realized their surroundings as they looked up.

Before them was an elaborate amethyst and yumemiru wood throne, backed by intricate screens covering the walls, all displaying the Electro sigil. And on the throne rested the Empress of Eternity, the Raiden Shogun herself.

Baal.

The expression on her face was nigh unreadable, but her posture was as unbothered as ever, legs crossed nonchalantly and her head resting in her hand as she leaned on one arm of the throne. Her guards were nowhere to be seen, but even without them, her presence was intimidating.

“So…the impotent gods themselves. It’s been a while. Barbatos, Morax.”

Zhongli’s low voice was the first to speak back. “I must say, Baal, this seems quite like a threat. Hardly polite behavior when addressing another archon-“

“Hush. You have no Gnosis, either of you. I see no archons before me. Only two fallen gods who failed to keep their reign intact.”

She stood gracefully, heels clicking against the wooden floor as she approached them. As she walked past, she gripped Venti’s hair and pulled harshly, forcing him to look back at her. The sudden movement forced a yelp from the bard.

“You have been silent, Barbatos…perhaps you suspect already why you have been brought here?”

“I-I-“ Venti’s usual snarky response refused to come, and even his stuttering was cut off by another high-pitched sound as she yanked his hair again. With a few steps she was in front of him, and she crouched to meet his eyes. Her half-gloved hand reached out to grab his chin, turning his face side to side before forcing him to face her again. He met her eyes for just a moment, but already she could see fear being replaced by…excitement? What a pathetic little masochist, she thought as she stood up abruptly, releasing his jaw.

“I will tell you why you have been brought here. So I may offer you a choice.”

“Your precious Traveler has been defeated. And yet again, you have failed to end my reign. It is only a matter of time before Inazuma reigns eternal not just over these islands, but over Mondstadt and Liyue as well. Of course, I will not offer you a place as my equal, but…even gods get lonely over the expanse of eternity. So I offer you this. Fight against me and lose, sentencing your kingdoms to destruction. Or…take your place kneeling by my throne, enjoy a life of comfort, and…your kingdoms shall be safe under my rule.”

Both were silent in response- and Baal was not having that. She glared at them.

“Perhaps I did not make myself clear. You either die fighting for regions who will be decimated the moment I strike you down, or you protect your homes and become, well…”

“Pets.”

Zhongli froze instantly, but Venti was still so hazy that it took him a moment to process. When he did, he went silent with shock, staring at Baal in that same mix of fear and excitement. She narrowed her eyes. Obviously Morax would be harder to break…

“You are not convinced? Hmm. Well…perhaps I may have to put in some extra work.”

Baal rose to her feet and approached Venti, gripping his hair again- though, gentler this time than before. Her hand moved down to caress his cheek, and a barely audible whine escaped his throat. She knelt in front of him, meeting his eyes steadily.

“You’ll be a good pet, yes?”

Venti hesitated for only a moment before nodding fervently, leaning into her hand. Her hand was just so soft…he was doing this to save Mondstadt, right?

Right?

She half-sneered at him, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him forward by it, towards her throne. He stumbled, unable to crawl properly with his hands bound, but he certainly tried his best to make it to the throne. When Baal finally settled into her seat, she smiled at him and freed his hands from the electro bonds. “Good boy,” she cooed with a condescending leer. “Up onto my lap now.”

Venti scrambled to obey, crawling up into her plush lap, but she clicked her tongue at him. “Other way, pet. Face Morax, will you?” He nodded again and turned, hesitantly meeting Zhongli’s eyes. The expression in them was a mixture of shock and disgust at how easily Venti had broken, but somehow the disgust just spurred him on.

Baal’s arms wrapped around Venti’s waist to begin undoing the buttons of his shirt. She left it on once she was done, hanging open on the anemo archon’s small frame, and let him shift his hips up so she could tug off his shorts and tights. He scrambled to do so, and when he was finally bare besides his shirt, he had to hold back an impatient whine, trying to sneakily grind his cock against the arm around his waist. Baal just chuckled at him, moving her arm away just to hear his desperate whine as he thrusted his hips into air. “Aren’t you a needy little thing, hmm?”

The words were pouring out before Venti could stop himself. “Yes, y-yes I am, pl-lease-“

Baal hushed him, grabbing his chin with one hand to make sure his face stayed turned towards Zhongli. She spat on her other hand before wrapping it around his cock. The first noise that came from Venti was a sigh of pleasure and relief, but his whole body immediately stiffened up and he keened when he felt a tiny current of electro roll through his skin. “O-oh!” He choked out in surprise, bucking his hips

up towards her hand for more of that sensation. She obliged him, the currents getting stronger as his moans rose in pitch. Venti could barely keep his eyes open to look at Zhongli, but when he did, he was surprised to see a flash of excitement in Zhongli’s eyes, one that the geo archon quickly hid behind disgust.

“Look at him, Morax. Isn’t he a pathetic little darling? Doesn’t he fit into his role of pet so well?”

She paused for a moment to cover Venti’s neck and shoulders in bites and kisses.

“I wonder how long it will take you to break too.”

Venti’s small frame shuddered and jolted with each current she sent through him, and eventually one of his hands reached back to grip Baal’s thigh for support, his nails digging in slightly. “Ha-ah, oh, o-oh that feels g-good-“ he whimpered, the condescending chuckle that Baal responded with only making him squirm even more.

Then a particularly strong current came from her hand, and there he was, stiffening up with a shudder and coming.

Baal stopped for a moment in surprise, but quickly regained her momentum. “Awww, was that too much? Too much for your pathetic little cock?” Venti squirmed and shook his head no quite insistently, giving a few embarrassed whines. “N-n-o, I can t-take mo-ore, ‘m not pa-pathetic-“

“Oh, yes you are, and I love it.”

She gave him no warning before she started up again, the currents even stronger this time. Venti yelped and thrusted up into her hand, hips struggling her loose grip, but she gave a rather tame slap to his thigh, and he settled down quickly enough. “‘m sorry, ‘m s-so-orry-“ he hiccuped, starting to tear up with sensitivity. She shushed him, though her tone was slightly gentler. “That’s alright, pet, would you like me to slow down?” Venti immediately shook his head no, trembling in her lap. More tears started rolling down his cheeks at the thought of her stopping now.

“Nononono pleas-se, don’t stop!” He cried, his nails digging in further into the flesh of Baal’s thigh. “Want m-more, more, ple-please?”

Baal hummed in agreement, but rather than speed up her pace, she shifted the way he sat on her lap, nudging his legs apart until each one rested on an arm of the throne. Venti’s moans carried a hint of confusion now, but then Baal took the hand that wasn’t around his cock and ran her fingers over his tip, collecting the precum there.

And then, those two fingers slid down to circle his hole, and Venti nearly threw his head back in pleasure when the first finger slipped inside of him.

Baal had completely taken his breath away now, starting to curl her fingers in that oh-so-perfect way once she’d added a second finger. Despite making it clear that she was in control, she was gentle with him, so gentle Venti could fool himself that she cared.

She did, of course, but he didn’t need to know that just yet.

She was careful to observe his actions, desperate and lewd as they might be. He wasn’t attempting to rock back against her fingers yet, so she assumed the stretch must still burn a bit. Baal decided slowing her pace a bit may help, but then the tiny god’s hand reached down to wrap tightly around her wrist, as if to say, “no, keep going!” She wouldn’t deny him that when he’d been so good for her so far, so she didn’t slow too much.

It was another moment before Venti started moving against her hand and she decided that meant he was alright. He was full-on crying in pleasure now; poor thing was completely overwhelmed, and Baal tried to keep that in mind when she curled her fingers gently into that perfect spot inside of him. He jerked up in her lap with a high-pitched whimper at that, babbling incoherent nonsense that occasionally included her name. She shushed him soothingly, placing tender kisses against his pale throat, but didn’t slow, wanting to push him to that edge again. Venti started to double over as if trying to hide his coming climax, but she caught him, moving her hand away from his cock momentarily to press him back against her chest. Too fucked-out to struggle against that, he slumped against her as she returned her hand to his cock, her fingers still working inside of him.

“So, pet…how do you feel about my proposal now? Have I managed to convince you?”

“Yesyesyesy-yes, wanna be y-yours, please, j-just- just- just let me cu-cum, please-“

Baal chuckled, directing a wolfish smile towards Zhongli for a moment. “Go on then, darling, you can cum.”

Venti tensed up with a string of “thankyou-“s falling from his lips. His thighs shook as he came again.

Venti’s exhausted body went limp, and Baal kissed his forehead, shifting him to the side of her lap so he could curl up against her chest. “Good boy,” she cooed at him, stroking his hair as she carefully pulled her fingers out of him.

Then, as Venti was starting to drift off in her lap, she turned to Zhongli. “Your turn, Rex Lapis,” she said, somehow managing to make the title sound so utterly disrespectful. She tapped the ground with her foot.

“Here, boy.”

Zhongli scoffed at her at first, not moving an inch. But then she snapped her fingers and a band of electro wrapped around his neck like a collar. She made a come-hither motion and the collar tugged him forward. “I said, here, boy.”

Zhongli reluctantly obeyed, unable to deny that being treated like a lapdog made his core tighten. He crawled over to her foot, looking up at her. Her hand reached down as if she were a gracious goddess, bestowing a gift, and she brushed his hair out of his face before tugging on it.

“You see, Morax, Barbatos was a good boy, and he was rewarded for it. Only good boys get rewards, only good boys get their mistress’s hand. And you have not quite met my standards. So.”

She outstretched her leg towards him, never freeing him from the electro bonds the way she had with Venti. “Go on, brat. Get off on my leg like the dog you are.”

Zhongli gave a whine of protest, wanting more than her leg, but her quick glare silenced him as she turned back to Venti, whose face she covered in kisses.

He scooted forward and settled himself in front of her leg, face burning in humiliation, and started to grind slowly against it. The first moan that came from him was almost shocked, as if he couldn’t believe something like this would feel so, so good. Even his next few moans were choked as he started rutting against her leg a little faster, turning his face to hide it in the inside of her leg. His eyes rolled back in his head when she tugged him out by the hair, forcing him to look at her. Baal tsked disapprovingly at him.

“Oh no no, that will never do. You will look at your mistress so she can watch that stubborn, bratty face melt. Now. Continue. A little faster, if you think you can handle it; perhaps if you’re a good boy I’ll let you sit on my lap and ride my thigh instead.”

That was incentive enough for Zhongli, who picked up his pace with a whimper, holding eye contact with Baal the entire time. He almost wanted to cry in shame when he, still looking her in the eyes, started to pant like a dog, overwhelmed from how good it felt. But she just cooed at him and ruffled his hair. “Awww, there we go, see? Isn’t it nice to give up control, Morax? Doesn’t it feel good?”

He nodded with a whine that was significantly lower in pitch than Venti’s, but no less adorable.

“Words, pet.”

“Y-yes mistress, ‘t feels s-s-so good, f-feels- a-ah, hah!”

She smiled graciously at his answer, and then gestured for him to come sit up on her lap, next to Venti, who was slowly stirring awake again. Immediately, Zhongli obeyed, starting to grind on her soft thigh and letting out a moan.

“Think you can be a good boy for me?” She asked him, her tone almost bored.

“Ye-es, I c-can, I promi-ise-“

“Good.”

Baal shifted Venti in her lap slightly so Zhongli would have room. Venti gave a confused whine, but she soothed him with a kiss to his forehead.

“Now, here are the rules. You go on and strip for me, Morax-“ before she even finished that sentence, Zhongli was up and pulling off his clothes, tossing them to the side and settling back on her lap.

“-good pet- now, you sit here on my lap, and I’ll let you use my hand. But don’t you even think about cumming until I tell you to. Understood?”

Zhongli nodded quickly, a grateful moan catching in his throat as Baal started to stroke his cock. It took less than a few moments to have his head falling forward, his breath short and heavy. He squirmed as if trying to get away from her hand and get more of her at the same time, and she sneered. “What? You think you deserve what I gave Barbatos?”

Zhongli shook his head. “N-no, I d-don’t, but-but- p-please- I want-“

His sentence was cut off by a breathless cry as she sent those same electric currents she’d used on Venti through him as well. Now he understood why Venti had gone half insane over this- oh, it felt so good, slightly painful but good. His hands shot out to grip her shoulders tightly. When he realized what he was doing, he looked up at her with a panicked expression, but she nodded. “That’s alright, you can hold on.” He whimpered out his thanks as his hips started to jerk in her grip, trembling as the currents grew stronger. Oh, he was so close, and-

Fuck. He’d forgotten her rule.

He looked up at her again, this time more pleading. When she didn’t seem to notice, he pawed at her shoulder. “P-Please, mistress, please, c-c-ah- can I c-cum- I need- I n-need to, ah-“

Baal met his eyes with a bored expression. “Do you think you deserve it? Do you think you’ve been good enough for me?”

“Yes, Ye-es, I’ve been g-good, please!”

“Hmm. Why don’t we ask Barbatos.”

Baal turned to Venti with a soft smile, petting his head. “Do you think we should let him cum, darling?”

Venti met his eyes for a moment long enough to leave Zhongli panicking. Then he nodded weakly, and Zhongli sobbed in relief.

“Go on then, Rex Lapis.”

Zhongli completely collapsed as he came. While the electro currents worked him through that climax, he folded into himself, sobbing in pleasure. Baal petted his hair like she had Venti’s, comforting him as he came down.

“Good boy, Morax~”

Baal opened her arms for him and Zhongli shifted to mimic the way Venti was sitting, curling up against Baal as he caught his breath. He had to admit, this was…nice. Being a pet hadn’t sounded good at first, but if this was what he got out of it…

“I must say, I’m quite excited to have two new pets…”

[differentkettleoffishalltogether]

Missing You

A/N: This is just a little smutty one-shot. Thank you guys so much for all of the notes on my last fic! I really thought it was gonna get like 4 notes so that was a really amazing surprise. If you haven’t read it you can check it out here: I Would Do Anything You Asked Me To

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Read the (sort of) part 2: Up In The Air

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N gets creative in her attempts to convince Spencer to get a phone from this century

Category: Pure smut baby

Warnings/Includes: smut, graphic descriptions of sex, dirty talk, phone sex, innocence kink, masturbation (both male and female), please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed

Word count: 2200 words

“I don’t need one Y/N” he says exasperated, neatly folding clothes to put into his go-bag. This wasn’t the first time they’d had this conversation but Y/N continued to insist.

“I’m not saying you need one Spence, I’m saying that it would be nice if you had one. Your phone now just does the bare minimum, calls and texts, does that thing even get your emails?”

He rolls his eyes, “You know that’s exactly what I like about it, why would I want any other functions? Plus I like the tactility of the buttons. Humans have been conditioned to find stimulants like the feedback from pressing a button satisfying, it helps us feel like we’re solving problems, essentially.” He deflects.

She takes a step closer to him, placing a hand gently on his arm, “Do you know what could be more satisfying than that?” She questions him, and he shakes his head, eyebrows coming together in confusion, “If I could send you pictures while you were away? Or if we could video chat when I miss you at night?” She pulls him around to face her so he can see her expression, the way she’s looking up at him with half lidded eyes, hoping he doesn’t miss what she’s getting at.

He smirks, and lets out a laugh that’s just shy of scoffing, “You know we can do that with just audio?”

“Are you serious?” He just nods in response, “so you don’t think the visual component is necessary?”

“Necessary’s not the word I would use. It would be nice to have, but I’ve got enough visual aids stored away up here” he taps his temple as he speaks. She groans at him, her point failing to land.

“We can’t all have your memory! Sometimes I don’t just want to think about you getting off in a hotel room, I want to see it” she whines and he gives her a small laugh.

“Look, we can talk about this later but I have to go” he places a gentle kiss on her forehead before he zips up his bag and is out the door.

— — —

When he gets back to his hotel room that evening he collapses back onto the bed. He should have a shower but he’s not sure he even has the energy for that. He was reserving it for his phone call.

He and Y/N had an agreement. Whenever he was away he had to call her each night he was gone. It wasn’t a possessive thing, it was more of a safety thing. If she could just hear his voice for even 30 seconds she could sleep easy. Sometimes it would be just that, a quick ‘hello, love you, goodnight’ other times there’d be plenty to talk about, good and bad. Sometimes he needed the call more than she did. But they never had phone sex.

Spencer was confused why she’d seemed so adamant that it was something he should upgrade his phone for when it wasn’t something they typically even engaged in.

But he didn’t know what she had in store for him yet.

He got changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt and lay back into bed, propping himself up against the pillows. He dialed Y/N’s number.

“Hi there.” her voice was smooth like honey and he missed her already.

“Hi.” he breathed

“Did you find my present yet?” He had no idea what she was referring to. Sitting upright in his bed on instinct.

“No?”

“Shame, will you check that little inside pocket of your bag for me? The one with the zip?” he hops straight up to root for it, finding a small sealed envelope. He settles back into bed before he rips it open. It contains a small collection of Polaroids, all of them of Y/N.

She knew what he liked. He’d never say it in so many words but he had a thing for innocence, something about seeing her in white lingerie, or sometimes baby pink. He would always get a little more excited than usual, grabbing, and pulling, and ripping on occasion. But he didn’t recognize the set she was wearing in the Polaroids. It was white satin, with some ruffles, she had a suspender belt around her waist with thin white stockings attached as she stretched out on their shared bed.

His eyes poured over the images, in another it was just from her chest up, giving him a perfect view of her breasts, the expanse of her neck, the frame cutting off just above her lips which were delicately covered in lipgloss. He could see sheen of where the cameras flash had bounced off it.

“Fuck” was all he could think to say. All other words escaping him as he turned his attention towards the photo of her with her hands inside of her own panties, her back arched off the bed beneath her.

“So you found ‘em?” She spoke, her voice sultry and laden with tension.

“I, uh, yeah” he breathes down the line, feeling his cock twitch at the sound of her voice coupled with the images in front of him.

“Are those— the underwear, is it new?” He already knows the answer but he’s not sure what else to ask.

“Mmhmm” she hums, “I thought you’d like this set, I was saving it for a special occasion but I thought, what the hell.”

“I do, I like it a lot.” he reaches his hand inside the waistband of his sweatpants without really thinking about it.

“You know Spence, I really wish you were here right now” she toys with him playfully, “So you could see this set in person, I’m looking at myself in the mirror right now and those pictures really don’t do it justice.”

Spencer almost stops breathing, “You’re wearing— now?” He asks in disbelief.

“This is what I usually do when I miss you Love. I’ll get all dressed up in something I know you like, and I’ll fantasize about what you’d do to me if you were here.” her tone is soft but teasing, still standing to admire herself in the mirror.

She could see why he liked her in white, it made her look so sweet, and cute almost. Whenever she wore underwear like this she went all out. Applying a mascara she knew would run down her cheeks with even the slightest tear, lipstick or lipgloss that was sure to smear or leave stains all over the parts of Spencer that she’d kiss. He loved that, the juxtaposition of the before and after. The adorable angel that he got to ruin.

“What do you do when you fantasize?” He questions, letting his own mind drift as he wraps his hand around his now painfully hard cock.

“Well I’ll think about you, how you like to hold me down by my hips while you eat me out, or how much better your fingers feel” she moans, slipping her own fingers into her panties as she lays down in their bed, “mine just don’t fill me up like yours do.”

Spencer can imagine it perfectly, the way she’s probably splayed out on their bed right now. “God I wish I was there. I’d have my fingers so deep inside you, you’re always so wet for me” he groans into the receiver, “tell me how wet you are for me baby?”

She’s impressed that he’s getting the hang of this so quickly, obliging him right away. “Fuck Spence, I’ve been dripping wet since I heard your voice. I’ve been thinking about this all day. Do you want to hear?”  

She doesn’t wait for a response, she just brings the phone down towards her pussy, lining up the microphone next to it as she pumps her fingers in and out, so that he can hear the wet sounds that fill her bedroom. When she brings the phone back to her ear he’s breathing heavily.

“Fuck Y/N. I wish I was there so bad, I wish I could fuck you right this second” he’s almost whimpering, she can tell he’s touching himself already.

“If you were here with me in bed right now, how would you fuck me Spencer?” She takes a moment to root her vibrator from the drawer in her beside locker. If she concentrated, or stopped concentrating maybe, she could pretend it was him.

“I’d grab you by that fucking suspender belt, and flip you over. Have you face down on the bed for me, your perfect ass in the air.” His sentences are punctuated by harsh breaths, bordering on gasps. “For being such a tease I’d have to rip those tiny little panties off you, as if they were really covering anything in the first place.”

As he speaks she hooks her fingers in the sides of those panties and pulls them off her legs so she’s got better access now. Lining the head of her vibrator up at her entrance, pushing it in slow and steady, waiting until it’s completely sheathed inside her before turning it on.

“I’d grab you by your hips and pull your ass up so my cock is right there, so I can push the head up against your pussy, feeling how fucking wet you are for me”

She’s moaning now, and if he can hear the vibrations he doesn’t say anything.

“Then I’d push into you, your tight little cunt, I always have to go so slow for you to take all of me. I’d keep going, deep as I can so I can feel you squirm under me, feel you clench even tighter around me”

She had no idea he had a mouth this dirty but she was loving every second. “I fucking love it when you fuck me from behind” is all she can string together, writhing on top of their sheets.

“And that’s exactly what I’d do next baby, I’d start to fuck you. Slow, and deep at first, then fast, and rough. I love the sounds you make when I get rough. Those pathetic little whimpers and cries while I fuck you into the mattress. I can even hear them with your face buried in the pillows. It’s even better when you cry just a bit, mascara all over your little cheeks ‘cause you just can’t take it.”

He’s panting now, his boxers pushed down his hips so that he can properly work his cock, his fist pumping up and down faster and faster as he’s about release.

“Where would you cum Spence?” She says it but she almost doesn’t recognize her voice, it’s more of a strangled cry and it goes straight to his dick.

“You know I’d cum deep inside you, fill you up while you tighten around me, god I love those fucking noises you make. Cum for me” he demands, and she’s got no problem obliging.

With her back arching up off the bed, her hands fisting the sheets, and the vibrator still buried inside her, imagining it’s Spencer, she cries out. Moaning louder than she intended, her phone on loudspeaker beside her. She can hear him too. His hand working himself through his climax as it coats his stomach and fingers and little gasps and groans he lets out that sound an awful lot like her name.

Once they’re both spent they lie in silence in their respective beds for a moment before Spencer breaks the tension.

“That was a surprise”

She bursts out laughing. “Well that was the idea”

“But why?” He asks, deliriously happy but confused.

“I thought it might convince you to invest in a phone with a camera?” She says like he’s silly for even asking.

“Why would I want that? This just proved that we don’t need that” he explains, and he’s not wrong but he’s missed the point.

“Spencer, I’m gonna take some pictures of myself right now, and I’m gonna send them to your email. I want you to grab your laptop and open ‘em up for me okay?”

“Okay?” He agrees unsure, and she hangs up.

Several minutes later and he’s opening up an email with the subject heading:

“pros of dr. reid getting a new phone”

There’s no text, just a series of photos of Y/N. She’s staged them perfectly.

The first is a selfie, messy hair, smudged lipgloss, and mascara stained cheeks on show as she’s blowing him a kiss. Another is just her mouth, but she’s stuffed her discarded panties inside, leaving the wet stain obviously visible to him. There’s others of her, taken of herself in the mirror, fingers inside herself, in the next she’s got those same fingers in her mouth, lips closed tightly around them, cheeks hollowed out. Spencer has to stop scrolling or he’ll just get hard again.

He hears his phone ping with a text message.

You could’ve been looking at these the whole time, might’ve even gotten a video if you were lucky x

He rarely likes to admit defeat but in this case it might just be worth it to concede.

I’ll buy a new phone first thing tomorrow x

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[robininthelabyrinth]

I saw you mention this in one of your posts and this sounds like a swell idea! Something where JGY figures out that NHS is The Scary One before he touches a hair on NMJ’s head. :D

on ao3

When his father said that someone ought to get rid of Nie Mingjue, that he was in their way, that he would never stop, Jin Guangyao’s first thought was about the Song of Clarity that Lan Xichen was teaching him – and the Song of Turmoil, that he’d taught himself in one of his secret visits to the Lan sect library. He’d long ago noticed the similarities between the two tunes, one to help and the other to harm; it wasn’t similar enough to fool anyone skilled in music, of course, much less in musical cultivation, but Nie Mingjue rather infamously wasn’t.

His second thought was: let’s wait and see.

Perhaps it was only that it had been a very long day, and Jin Guangyao was tired, feeling unusually surly and dissatisfied. But it occurred to him that it wouldn’t do his father any harm to have to actually ask for something from him, rather than merely hint at it and have Jin Guangyao run to do it for him before he even finished the sentence – a rather unpleasant comparison had been made between Jin Guangyao and a poodle earlier that day, and he was still sore.

So yes.

Let’s wait and see.

-

Waiting was not, it seemed, paying off.

His father’s hinting had grown all the more intense, although he had not yet actually asked, and as for Nie Mingjue...

Nie Mingjue had promised to try to trust him again, Jin Guangyao thought to himself with a sigh, but most days it seemed that the only thing he trusted was that Jin Guangyao was up to something.

He scolded and he scowled and he questioned, always looking for loopholes and tricks hidden behind every word and gesture, never giving him the benefit of the doubt on a single thing. Jin Guangyao thought nostalgically back to the days when Nie Mingjue would simply present him with a problem that needed taking care of and tell him to deal with it as he saw fit, trusting not only in his competence in dealing with it but also in his judgment of how things ought to be resolved.

They said that trust was like a priceless porcelain vase: once shattered, it would never be whole again, even if it was repaired.

Jin Guangyao supposed that he deserved it for letting himself get caught like that.  An amateur’s mistake, but you only needed one of those to ruin everything.

But if it couldn’t be fixed…

He was just contemplating the Song of Turmoil again as he walked through the halls of the Unclean Realm when Nie Huaisang unexpectedly tackled him around the waist, making him Jin Guangyao stagger back and nearly fall – poor cultivator or no, Nie Huaisang had some heft to him, and plenty of muscle from years of running from his brother’s attempts to make him train.

“You have to help me, san-ge!” Nie Huaisang said, eyes wide and pathetic in such a patently unauthentic way that Jin Guangyao had an immediate stabbing feeling of empathy, an affliction he almost never suffered from. What a little scoundrel you are, he thought, not without fondness. “Da-ge’s on my case again. Scolding and scowling and trying to catch me in some sort of trick – and I would never play a trick on him, never - not in a million years -”

It occurred to Jin Guangyao that perhaps Nie Mingjue really did treat him as a younger brother, and it was only that he’d incorrectly assumed that he’d be treated as being somewhat more capable than the man’s actual younger brother.

Who was, he conceded, probably equally untrustworthy when it came to the likelihood of playing tricks on his too-earnest older brother, even if the tricks Nie Huaisang generally played were significantly lower in both quality and importance than his own…

“Huaisang! Where are you – ah, Meng Yao. What are you doing here?” Nie Mingjue asked, blinking at him. “Anything urgent?”

“Ah – no?” Jin Guangyao said. “I came to play for you, da-ge, you remember – er-ge said –”

“Right, of course,” Nie Mingjue said, in the tones of a man who had completely forgotten. “Could I borrow you for something else while you’re here? Perhaps Huaisang will learn better if it’s not just me.”

“Of course, da-ge,” Jin Guangyao said. It was always better to do someone a favor than the other way around, to better use it later, and Nie Mingjue almost never asked him for anything. “What are you trying to teach him?”

“How to run a sect,” Nie Mingjue said, lifting Nie Huaisang by the waist. “No, Huaisang,” he added when the younger man whined. “You do not get a choice.”

With that said, he lifted the younger man above his head – Nie Huaisang, as mentioned, was not light, but Nie Mingjue didn’t seem to notice – and walked back towards his office.

Jin Guangyao followed, torn between wondering if this was the reason that the ceilings in the Unclean Realm were all so high and being unable to keep himself from doing the math: Nie Huaisang weighed more than Jin Guangyao did, being both heavier and thicker around the middle, so if it was Jin Guangyao that Nie Mingjue was holding, it could be estimated that he could hold him up for at least an hour, and even longer if he was braced against something convenient such as a wall –

He shook his head to rid himself of the useless thoughts. He would need all his cunning about him if he was going to embark on the difficult mission of trying to get Nie Huaisang to actually learn something, especially something as boring as sect management.

Questions of assassination were, comparatively, much easier.

-

The problem, Jin Guangyao discovered, was not, as he’d suspected, in keeping Nie Huaisang’s attention.

It was in everything else.

“ – and the sect leader is now requesting assistance,” Nie Mingjue concluded his summary of the situation behind the letter that they had received, laying out both the actual content of the letter, the implications behind it, and the background necessary to make a decision so efficiently that Jin Guangyao lost his head for a moment and imagined what life would be like if he could hire Nie Mingjue as his deputy. His life would be so much easier. “How do you respond?”

Nie Huaisang heaved a sigh. “That’s obvious!”

It was. The request was far more than this particular sect really deserved, given its past behavior (rather despicable) and the moderately high chance that they were simply trying to get the Nie sect to pay for benefits that would later go to themselves or, at best, the Jiang sect, but granting the request would not seriously damage the Nie sect’s coffers and would lay the groundwork for a better relationship in the future ��

“We write a letter that heavily hints about what we know that the sect leader did in the past, expressing our concern and indicating that we received the information from the Jiang sect in a moment of indiscretion,” Nie Huaisang said happily. “He’ll be so distraught at the thought of potential blackmail from them that he’ll beg us for assistance, and we’ll be able to extract additional benefits before finally agreeing to –”

“No, Huaisang,” Nie Mingjue said, even as Jin Guangyao boggled at the sheer wretched cleverness of the idea. It would work perfectly to isolate the other party through their own paranoia, leaving them feeling that they had no other way out but to throw themselves on the Nie sect’s mercy – there wasn’t a limit to what could be extracted that way. “If he’s so untrustworthy as all that, we don’t actually want him, do we? He’ll just betray us next time he can. No, we write to him the way we would anyone who wasn’t our dependent and lay out our terms, free and clear; if he wants better ones, he knows what to do.”

“People don’t have to be trustworthy to be useful, da-ge,” Nie Huaisang whined, and the infantile tone of his voice very nearly disguised the fact that he was saying something incredibly insightful. Not at all something Jin Guangyao would have expected to come out of the mouth of one of the Nie sect, much less Nie Huaisang, the most useless of them all. “They don’t even have to know they’re being used to be useful! I can think of at least three ways we could use –”

“The answer is no. Besides, I thought you liked Sect Leader Jiang?”

“Yes, but he’s far too direct to be dealing with someone like this – think of it as us ridding him of a pest! We could –”

“Huaisang.”

Nie Huaisang sighed.

-

“ – but if you would only consider what we could achieve with just a little bit of bribery –”

“Huaisang.”

“But it’s such a small amount! I could do it with my own pocket money!”

“Huaisang.”

“Ugh, fine, have it your way, we’ll just ask, I guess…”

-

“Oh, wow, that’s a tough one. Uh…murder?”

“Huaisang!”

“What?! It was a reasonable guess!”

“It was not a reasonable guess!”

“We wouldn’t let anyone know that we were the ones that – I’m making it worse, aren’t I?”

“Yes, Huaisang. You’re making it worse.”

-

“I’m guessing the answer isn’t going to be blackmail?”

“That’s correct.”

“And not it’s bribery, either.”

“No.”

“Definitely not beating him up…”

“Huaisang, are you trying to get the answer by process of elimination?”

“It’s a valid strategy to figure out the answers to test questions!”

“This isn’t a test question, it’s real life!”

“No, it’s a test, because if it was real life, I could use blackmail.”

-

“…you know what,” Nie Huaisang said after a couple of moments of serious contemplation. “I actually have no idea what I’d do in that situation. San-ge? Can I have an assist?”

Jin Guangyao had managed, over the past shichen or so, to get ahold of himself. He shrugged apologetically. “I must admit that I’m at a loss myself. It seems like an especially tricky situation.”

The situation in question involved the crimes of an extremely well-connected individual, with interests from all over the cultivation world deep in his pockets; he would be a difficult man to cross. Moreover, he was well known for his perfidy, rendering blackmail useless, and well-off enough to make bribes pointless; mere intimidation was also out, given his connections – he’d already gone through a “trial”, if it could be described as such, and he’d only used it to cleanse himself. In such a situation, Jin Guangyao would probably hang back out of caution, seeking further information and hoping that an appropriate situation would appear that he could take advantage, but Nie Mingjue had specified that there was a time limit involved…

Nie Mingjue groaned. “You’re both overthinking it: for once, murder is the right answer.”

“Wait, it is?” Jin Guangyao asked, staring at him blankly. “I mean - what exactly do you mean, murder?”

“The man slaughtered children in broad daylight! The evidence is unquestionable and undeniable; he should be executed immediately.”

“But – his connections –”

“That’s why there’s a time limit,” Nie Mingjue said, rolling his eyes on both of them. “If you do it quickly enough, it gets attributed to the hair-trigger Nie temper going out of control and everyone treats it like a casualty in the face of a force of nature – the same way you’d shrug off the death of someone who got in the way of a hurricane or tsunami.”

“Oh,” Nie Huaisang said. “I see.”

Jin Guangyao envied him: he most certainly did not see. Since when was outright murder a possible weapon in the Nie sect’s diplomatic arsenal?

“Speaking of which, I’ve already delayed long enough, trying to teach you something,” Nie Mingjue added. “Huaisang, can you host Meng Yao for dinner? I’ll be back later this evening.”

“Of course, da-ge! Count on me!”

Nie Mingjue nodded at them both and strode out without another word.

“…where is he going?” Jin Guangyao asked.

“Presumably to go murder someone,” Nie Huaisang said, as if it were obvious, and then laughed, presumably at Jin Guangyao’s expression. “He always makes me practice with real questions, you know, though he does save them up if he can.”

“That wasn’t what I was surprised about,” Jin Guangyao admitted, because he’d already figured out – possibly for the first time – that Nie Huaisang almost certainly already knew what he was like under the smile. “It’s just…murder? Really? Da-ge?”

“Da-ge’s righteous, not kind,” Nie Huaisang said with a shrug. “Leave questions of mercy to the Lan sect! Here we believe that showing excess mercy to evildoers is itself committing a harm to their victims…ah, well, let’s not talk about it, shall we? If we do, I’ll just get another headache from trying to figure out the line between what I’m allowed to do and what I’m not allowed to do.”

“You know perfectly well what you’re allowed to do,” Jin Guangyao said, deliberately keeping his voice light rather than accusing. “You just want your brother to be a bit more open-minded.”

“He won’t be.” Nie Huaisang’s voice was fond. “He’s willing to pull those sorts of tricks when he has to – our exculpated murderer is an excellent example – but he’s never going to understand why anyone would pull a nasty trick if they had another choice…it’s just the way he is.”

He laughed, taking out his fan – a new one, Jin Guangyao observed – and lightly nudged Jin Guangyao in the side even as he hid his smile behind it.

“It’s fine, though,” he said. “Isn’t that why he has people like us?”

“Yes,” Jin Guangyao said, following Nie Huaisang to the dinner table, thoughts running through his mind. The Song of Turmoil – it would still work, more than likely, because Nie Mingjue would let him play it for him and him alone, and even Nie Huaisang needed clay to build bricks. But if he did it, and Nie Huaisang ever found out…

He thought that he might not like being Nie Huaisang’s opponent. 

He wasn’t sure which one of them would win and which would lose, of course, and he rather thought he’d bet on himself, but in all honesty he wouldn’t like to try. 

“In fact,” he said casually, “Huaisang, if you don’t mind, I have another situation that I’d be interested in hearing your thoughts on.”

“Not another one,” Nie Huaisang whined, but his eyes narrowed in blatant curiosity. “But all right, all right, just one more. Only for you, san-ge, and only because I like you so much.”

Jin Guangyao smiled. “I appreciate it. Now, for the situation: assume there are two sect leaders, and one of them wishes to eliminate the other through underhanded means…”

-

“Murder, I think,” Nie Huaisang said thoughtfully. “No – most definitely murder. There is no other path forward. The only question is, I suppose: how much do you want your father to suffer during the process?”

Jin Guangyao smiled.

It was so nice to work with people that understood.

[thestarrynightslover]

It’s a Good Day to Have a Bad Date

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Word count: 2,383

Warnings: Slight mentions of an OC with criminal priors, violent tendencies, and a juvenile record. A teeny-tiny bit of angst.

Summary: The reader meets Jay as she's trying to find out stuff about the guy she's about to go out with and ends up switching dates.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the One Chicago shows, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: Just to make one thing clear: I did some research on Illinois's laws  (not sure I got it right tho) and, apparently, this fic is very inaccurate. But I really wanted to pursue the idea, so just humor me, please 🙏🏻. Anyways, I had a lot of fun while writing this and thought about making a part two... But I'm not sure. Tell me what you think! 💗

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You inhaled deeply one more time before you walked into the police district. There wasn’t even a real reason for you to be so nervous about it. You weren’t a victim and you weren’t a criminal. So, what’s the worst that could happen? 

The worst that could happen was, of course, you getting a bunch of cops mad at you because you went to waste their time with some pathetic whining. It was decided, you were gonna turn back around right now, while you still had time, and just go home.

On second thought, though, it was a matter of public safety. Your safety. Which was just as valid because you were just as much of a U.S. citizen as anyone else. So you went in. 

Shit. The place was almost empty, which meant everyone would notice if you left. And they’d ask questions, so you figured you’d, at least, get ahead of them, as you walked shyly towards the front desk. There, you were met by an older woman who looked bored, and still, terrifying.

“Can I help you with something?” She asked you, while cautiously checking you out. Oh my God, she thought you could be a victim! You were such an idiot.

“Um, it’s, um, it’s actually nothing, really. I shouldn’t even have come here in the first place.” You told her while smiling a little. What you didn’t know was that what you said had only raised more flags in the sergeant’s mind, even catching the attention of a tall man writing some things down on a paper at the corner of the counter. The young detective stayed back because he knew that Platt would know how to manage the situation, but continued listening to every word of the conversation.

The sergeant, then, took her glasses off, setting them on the counter. “Listen, miss, my name is Trudy Platt and the reason why I became a cop was that I wanted to help people, in every way that I possibly could. So, if you need my help with anything, just tell me what it is. And, I promise, I’ll do everything in my power to give it to you.” She assured you and, as much as you felt this huge sympathy for the woman, you also felt even worse about making her waste her time. So you tried to fix things.

“Oh, my God! I’m so, so, so sorry! I’m not a victim in any way, thank God. I said that I shouldn’t have come here because I’m not even sure if what I wanted to ask is legal…” You told her with a nervous laugh. Hearing that, the Sergeant’s eyes sparked with curiosity.

“Well, then I probably won’t be able to help you.” She told you, stressing the ‘probably’ and making the man at the end of the counter shamelessly turn his face in your direction in order to better hear your conversation. “But… Since you’re already here, and it’s been such a slow day for the District, maybe you should just ask me whatever you want to and I’ll be the judge of whether that’s legal or not. After all, unless you’re some sort of lawyer, I should know more about the law than the average civilian.” The Sergeant skilfully baited you.

“Um, no, I’m not a lawyer.” You confirmed with a small laugh while tugging some of your hair behind your ear. “Actually, since I’ve just recently moved here to Chicago ⎼ to Illinois, really ⎼, I’m probably a lot below your average civilian.” You stated with a giggle. At that, the guy that had lost his discretion about eavesdropping started chuckling a little himself, to which the older woman responded with a look you’d absolutely hate having directed to you.

“So, Chuckles, you have nothing better to do than to stay here listening to other people’s conversations?”

“First of all, it’s detective,” he started in a mocked smug tone, “and, second: no, uh, I actually don’t. I came to fill this paperwork down here exactly because we were about to kill each other upstairs, just to get out of the boredom.” He added, raising some paper files he had in-hand. “Besides, you know how much I, too, love to help people.” He said while shooting you a charming smile. Okay, that guy was pretty handsome. “Jay Halstead, nice to meet you.” The detective informed you, holding out his hand.

“Right, um, nice to meet you too, sir.” You replied, shaking his hand. “I didn’t even say my name, what a clums!” You joked while patting yourself on the forehead. “I’m (y/n) (y/l/n).”

“Okay, just, please, lose the ‘sir’ with that one, otherwise, he’ll never let it go.” Trudy chipped back in the conversation.

“So, what was it that you wanted to ask the sarge? I can assure you that we’ll let you know if it’s illegal. After all, two judges are better than one.” He suggested, all smiles.

“Since when?” The sergeant practically barked at the younger man, just to add: “You know what? You wanna be here at my front desk, Halstead? Then be here, but be quiet and let the lady talk.” She bluntly ordered him, who decided to do as he was told.

“Alright, um, it’s just that this guy who I don’t really know anything about asked me out and I said yes, even though I got a bad vibe from him?” They just stared at you with their jaws dropped, so you added: “Pathetic, I know. But I didn’t really wanna judge him without any proof, or anything like that, so I figured that, maybe, I could try and check if he has any criminal priors or something.” You finished with a tiny embarrassed smile.

“And why on Earth would you think that we could give you this type of information?” The sergeant asked you, her expression being one of pure shock.

“I, uh…” You didn’t really want to embarrass yourself even more but felt the urge to explain anyways. “It’s just that I’m a small-town girl, okay? And, over there, everybody knew my family, so, whenever I wanted to go out with someone, my dad would just ask his buddies at the Sheriff’s office to look the guy over. And he always told me that that was really important, so, when I moved to the state’s capital, I just wouldn’t go out with anyone unless a close friend vouched for him. Because I was terrified of what I’d see and hear on the news. But here… I don’t really know anyone yet.” You blurted it all out, to two strangers! To two cops who probably had something, or somethings, better to do than to listen to your whining. “Anyhow, I’m really sorry that I wasted your time, guys. Won’t happen again.” At that, they exchanged a look, and the sergeant said:

“You know what? You’re right, kid. The world is a dangerous place. And, unfortunately, it is even more dangerous for us women. So I’m gonna look the guy up. But I’m not gonna tell you exactly what it says if something comes up.” She told you, much for your surprise, and, then, turned to the detective, saying: “If you say a single word about this to anyone, and I mean anyone, Chuckles, I swear to God that I’ll cut your tongue out myself.”

“Geez, sarge. How can you swear such an ugly thing like that to God?” He asked her, in a mockery tone, while making a hilarious expression.

“Ha! Keep that up and your tongue won’t be the only thing I’m gonna cut.” She threatened him again and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter when he made a shocked expression and put his hands protectively over his crotch.

“For your information, I wanna help the girl just as much as you, so I wouldn’t say anything. You didn’t have to threaten me.” He tried to recover, as you handed her a small piece of paper with your possible date’s name.

“Oh, I know. But I wasn’t about to miss out on the opportunity.” She shot back at him while typing the name on the District’s computer. “Okay, here it is... Wow."

"What? What is it?" You asked her, as you watched the detective perk himself over the counter to look at the screen.

"Jesus. This guy's got himself quite a rap sheet." He commented, making you shiver, thinking of what could happen to you, if you went on with the date.

"What exactly do you mean by that, detective?" You asked the man who probably noticed your discomfort, because he spoke again, in a tranquilizing tone:

"No, relax. It's nothing too bad, like violent or anything. But there's some pretty nasty stuff here." He told you, not really making you relax.

"There's something here, though." That caught the detective's eye again. "His juvenile record is sealed, the only thing I can see without a warrant is an observation from his caseworker. She says something about him having violent tendencies." She told you with a sigh, taking her glasses off again. "Look, I know that I can't tell what to do and what to not do, (y/n), but, as a suggestion? Stay the hell away from this piece of work. You seem like a nice enough girl, I'd hate to see you come in here as a victim someday."

“Oh, God, no! I heard you loud and clear, sergeant! Don’t worry about it, I’m canceling that date ASAP!” You exclaimed, agreeing with her.

“That’s great!” The detective spoke this time, sounding a little too happy about the fact that you were about to cancel a date with a man who had criminal priors and violent tendencies. So both you and the other woman stared at him. “Err, I mean because you’re not gonna go out with him.” You just giggled a little at the way he was digging an even deeper hole for himself. “Because he’s a bad guy.” He added, once again getting a glare from Trudy. “You know what I mean.” He finished, defeated, not looking in your eyes.

“Well, uh,” you started, trying to keep yourself from laughing too hard, “anyways, I can only thank you both. You guys got me out of something that could be really unpleasant, to say the least.” You told them, a bit more serious this time.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Just glad we could help.” Detective Halstead said, smiling kindly at you.

“Yeah. This time, I actually agree with you, Halstead.” The sergeant half-joked.

“Aw, that’s very kind, but, really, thank you!” You restated your gratitude, then asking: “I should probably get going now, right? Stop wasting your time?”

“It’s not like we were doing much before you got here-” Trudy began saying, but was interrupted by the detective, who quickly told you:

“Yeah, you should go. You know, cause a police District…” You knew he was right, but those two seemed like really nice people, especially after having helped you dodge a bullet, so to speak, and you’d hoped that you were finally making some friends in the Windy-City. “Anyways, um, lemme walk you out.” He offered you while motioning to the door. At that, you and the sergeant shared a look that told you she also found it weird that the detective would wanna walk with you through such a minimal distance.

“Uh, um, o- okay.” As you and Halstead walked towards the exit, you couldn’t help but notice what nice features he had. Like, your mind just kept going back to what a good-looking man he was.

“So…” He trailed off.

“So…” You answered, not really sure about what to say.

“You know, um, it’s gotta be a hell of a bummer for you. Being here in Chicago without knowing many people. This city… It’s all about finding your community.” He told you in a sympathetic tone.

“Hum…” You breathed out as you thought about it for a moment. “Yeah, well, I guess that I can only hope I’ll have better luck at making acquaintances the next time I go out to explore it.”

“Right.” The detective agreed. “Uh, listen, I know that this may sound a little too forward, but, maybe, I could show you some of my favorite places, someday? I mean, only if you’re interested! Because I don’t want you to feel like-”

“Actually, I’d very much like that! If it isn’t going to be any trouble for you…” You cut him off excitedly.

“No! No trouble at all!” He quickly assured you. “Um, thi- this is my card.” He said, lifting up a small business card for you to see. “I’m gonna write my personal number on the back of it. Call, or text me when you have some time to go out. Or if you just want someone to talk…” The handsome man added with a smile. God, what a smile.

“Okay, um, thanks, dete-”

“No, please! Call me Jay.”

“Alright,” you acknowledged, a little nervous this time, “then, thank you, Jay. Just, be advised, I can be very talkative sometimes, which means you might regret giving me this.” You warned him with a sly smile while waving the card in front of his face.

“Huh.” Jay pretended to consider it for a moment. “Is it too weird if I say I have a feeling that I won’t regret it?” He then asked you with a cute shy smile.

“Well, it sure isn’t weirder than me saying that I really hope you don’t regret it.” You confessed to him with a wink.

“Hey, are you two gonna take that flirting elsewhere on your own, or do you need me to get you a room?” You heard Sergeant Platt call out, blushing immediately.

“I’m so sorry about that!” Jay told you, looking a little flushed himself. “You should probably go now.” He added with an apologetic smile.

“Yeah, I think you’re right..” You agreed, but, as you were turning around to leave, he grabbed your wrist lightly, saying:

“Just… Don’t forget to call.” Hearing that, you snickered a little.

“I have a feeling that I won’t.” You told him, almost repeating his previous words, which got some chuckles out of him.

Now you understood the nickname.

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i have had this in my head for days now and i need to tell you about it lol so a lot of fics on here have the concept of being a brat and a bad girl and I love those but it got me thinking about spencer being with someone whos s u c h a good girl for him like the most obedient little girl who never breaks the rules no matter what he says or does and he absolutely loves it and he asks her why she never breaks the rules and whatever her submissive reply is makes him go FERAL

wow you’re a genius, i’m actually loving this piece so much because this is screaming me, i’m super subby it’s unbelievable🥺 anyways, i hope you enjoy love! thank you so much for the req and support, love you. xx MASTERLIST.

WARNINGS : Soft!Dom!Spencer x Sub!Reader, lots of praising so praise kink, soft cute dom and sub dynamic, oral (f receiving), bit of rough sex but its cute still, and pure submissive and dominant dynamics meaning it might seem like the sub is way too subby but in reality they hold the same amount of control, its just how the dynamics go. :) oh and fluff!

There’s something about Spencer Reid that always amazes Y/N, the way he handle things, the way he talks, the way he thinks, the way he manages all the things inside his head. He was rather complicated, but the mesmerizing kind that always caught her attention, the kind that stopped her from doing anything else but to listen and to cater his every need. He has her whipped for him like a puppy to it’s owner, but she loves it- she loves him, he’ll always her devotion— but so will she from him.

Y/N adores a lot of things, a lot of people— like Penelope Garcia and all her quirks, or David Rossi and all his wisdoms. But no one ever comes close to get the same amount of adoration and respect from her, as Spencer. The moment she joined the BAU, she knew that she had to give him her all, so she did. Now 2 years later, working in different divisions with him still in BAU and her in the human recourses division, their relationship remains strong, even stronger than ever.

Its rather challenging for them both to find the time together with him on case duties while she waited at their shared apartment considering that she spends more time on desk job rather than the field, but lately since he got his mandatory 30 day off, their time with each other becomes more and more interesting and sparked the utmost pleasure.

Of course he has lectures to teach, and papers to grade or sometimes on call cases to help, but that all means he’s mostly home with her. When they started the relationship, her intense adoration for him only sparked to greater level which is submission. When they started dating, she revealed that part of her instantly which ignited something inside the Doctor.

You see, Spencer was experienced but when they met, he never seen someone so devoted... so obedient... and so submissive to him like her. She’s the epitome of raw beauty not because she’s weak when she submit, it’s because she trusts him to take control but in order for him to take control, she’s also the one that holds the wheel— if she said the word, he’ll stop. Their dynamics are as harmonious as an instrumental piece. She submit to him in more ways than one— he owns her and most importantly he takes care of her like she takes care of him.

Y/N is not the one to misbehave, of course there are times when she wanted to be bratty, to break the rules he set for her, which was fairly simple; like she must tell him how she feels at all times (communication is key), no touching herself and no orgasms unless he’s there to give her the permission, and don’t disobey him. And she really wanted to be bratty, and tease him until his palm twitch and bend her over his lap, yet every time she was about to break one of his rules, the guilt settles in, and she thought,

You’re his, you’re his baby, his love, his bunny, his doll, his person, his home— he said so. What are you doing disobeying him? ungrateful brat.

The submissive in her just melt down its brattiness and pushed her deep to subspace, where all she wanted was to please him anyway possible, to be as good as she can be, to behave, to obey, and to serve. She’s willing to do anything to hear his sweet praises and to see the blissed proud expression featured on his face when she did something that pleased him. The euphoria from the praise seared her core, and sent her to heaven.

The atmosphere of this situation always have and always will be the most comfortable content thing in the world for her— and Spencer couldn’t agree more. Praising and taking care of his beautiful lady, seeing her so submissively devoted to him sent a venomous thrill to his bloodstream, and hearing her beg for him just makes him want to stay with her forever— and they planned to stay forever.

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Y/N found herself pacing around the bedroom as she pouted cutely at the flashing thoughts of their late night rendezvous last night, she could still feel the burning sensation on her inner thigh, the way he whispered on her ear, the way his palm collided with her skin several times, the way his teeth graze on the skin of her breasts— claiming her for the 100th times, the way he fills her up to the brim that rendered her into a pathetic panting mess at the end.

Saying that she’s soaked through her panties surely is the statement of the year, because god she was soaked— dripping at the thought of his sinful immaculate fingers, how does one get excited and aroused by their dom’s fingers?!Certainly Y/N. He was currently inside his study, grading and preparing for his next lecture which is tomorrow, they spent their morning together with over-sugared coffees and pancakes before he went to do his professor things and Y/N went upstairs to.. apparently think about getting fucked by her dominant genius boyfriend.

She was contemplating to just hump the sheets or using the shower head for less evidence, or just touch herself then and there— he won’t know right? he’s busy downstairs, when the doctor is busy, he won’t come here. So here she was, walking slowly to the master bathroom, as she chew on her bottom lip. The closer she got to where she needed to be, the greater her guilt arisen.

“He took such a good care of you last night, he gives you multiple orgasms, give you the privilege of having him inside your mouth and princess part— now you want to disobey him? disobey the man you love?”

She whined at herself before pulling the bathroom door harshly to close it— maybe a bit too harsh because one minute later, Spencer ran to where she was at the front of their bathroom, eyes brimming with tears and lips in a constant pout.

“Hey Baby, come here.. what happened? are you hurt hm? let me see your eyes, dove.” His voice made her whined ever louder and sunk her head even deeper as she fluttered her eyes shut, ashamed that she was even considering to disobey him. “Baby please look at me..” Spencer tried, pulling her close to his chest and rubbed her back.

He knew the look, she’s deep inside her space, what’s gotten him so confused was that they didn’t do anything this morning, she only gets like this after they have a rough session or when she feels— ah.. His mind clicking on its own, and its his job to make sure she crack her shell.

“Y/N, look at me.” Y/N’s eyes snapped open at the authority behind the tone of his voice, causing her to squirm against his front and then she looked up at him, even though she’s not ready to face his disappointment laced on Spencer’s face. Yet when she did look, she found no disappointment but rather a gentle smile and a sigh,

“There you go, Missed your pretty eyes my love.” He mused wiping the tears off of her cheeks before carrying her bridal style to their bedroom and sit down on the edge of the bed. “Now, why don’t you tell me what’s gotten you so upset that you fell under deep like this, princess?” His voice is gentle, laced with adoration and hint of worry which made her swear he’s an angel.

“I-I..” Her lips trembled as she looked up at him, it’s then that he realized just how deep she’s under— her eyes focuses solely on him and the only think that crosses her eyes is him- just Spencer, Spencer, and Spencer.

“Shh, i’m not mad, i’m not disappointed, now let me know what has gotten you like this angel?” His velvet voice sent chills yet the calming kind onto your guts and you sighed, crawls up to his lap and hide your face in his neck, before mumbling cutely,

“I was um thinking about last night... and i just.. Spence i was about to use the um shower head but i didn’t! i stopped myself cause i won’t ever disobey you sir! i promise!” The way she talked made his heart bursts inside his chest, god he’s so whipped for her and she’s clueless sometimes.

So Spencer leaned in to place a lingering kiss on her lips, closing his eyes and transferring all his adoration towards her onto the kiss that surely has her needy by now.

Her lips moved in sync with his, both’s raw emotions could be seen on the kiss, they projected each other’s desires and wrapped it up with a gentle smile. He pulled back a little, caressing her flushed cheeks before muttering, “Baby—“

“So you’re not mad?” She beats him to it, batting her eyes innocently at him, the sight made him weak on his knees, that all he wanted was to worship her in every way he could.

“No, no i’m not mad petal. You’ve done nothing but pleasing me and making me happy.” He could see the way her eyes gleamed at that, the way her lips smiles so big, and the way she held onto him so tightly like an adorable koala, He muttered a low “Fuck me.” under his breath but of course she heard, every one of her senses were sensitive in times like this so of course she heard.

“W-What’s wrong?”

“No no baby, i said it because fuck.. how are you so perfect hm?” Spencer leaned to brush their noses together before trailing kisses from Y/N’s flushed cheeks to her ear where he whispered, “You’ve never broken any of my rules, always obeying me like a good girl, the perfect little love for me... how hm?”

Y/N was visibly shivering at the praise, a whine was stuck inside her throat, as she breathed heavily at the feeling of him biting softly on the skin below her ear causing her to gasp. “Ah!”

“Answer me, dove.” He groaned before making yet another mark, he could feel the way she squirmed that it sent a huge amount of pleasure toward his sweats covered cock.

“Sorry! i just.. just.. I wanna be good, i will always be good for you because you take care of me but most importantly.. you own me sir, i’m yours, body and soul. You can do anything, tell me anything, and just— i’m yours.” Oh to see her was one thing but to hear her high pitched voice spewing out those words awoken something inside of him, The absolute Feral need to claim her again and again. Cause she’s so damn precious and fucking his.

When she didn’t hear a respond from Spencer, she was about to pull away for a second to see if she has made any mistakes, but got cut off quickly when he flipped them over, pinned both of her wrist against the headboard. “Don’t move.” He whispered sternly, and she nodded, all the blood is rushing to her every sensitive nub.

“You’re fucking mine, just me, i will get you a collar, something that will show everyone that you’re mine.” His voice was rough, deep, and dripping with authority as he rip her flimsy nightgown open, trailing marks all over her smooth skin. He was worshipping her, owning her, making her his again and again.

“I’m yours— oh!” Y/N let out a yelp at the feeling of his lips enclosing on one of her nipples, gently rolling his fingers on the unoccupied one, before switching from time to time— making Y/N moaned every time he tugged too hard, suck too long, or licking way too fast. Her whole chest was on fire, overly stimulated yet couldn’t- and wouldn’t stop it.

“That’s right, you’re mine.” His growls were animalistic, as he trail his kisses down from her sternum down to her tummy, lips never missing an inch of its trail without marks. Y/N was positively buzzing with oversensitivity and pleasure, god she could just cum like this.

“My good girl, my best girl.” His praises has her closing her legs which Spencer quickly denied by spreading her thigh as wide as possible and lay on his tummy in between them.

“Sir.. please..” She kept pleading, eyes soaked with tears, panties soaked with arousal, and lips bitten red and raw. Totally a damn sight. “What do you want?” He demanded, he was the one pulling the strings whilst she laid there taking everything he’s going to give her. She wanted to say that she wants her to make her cum, but her submissiveness muttered something else,

“Whatever you want, whatever you think i deserve, whatever you choose for me.” Although her response were shaky, the message was clear enough for him to suddenly yanked her panties down and buried his face on her sweet sweet peach. Licking, and exploring every inch of her burning core as she squirms like a kitten. Spencer Hummed against her sensitive numb at the sound that she was making, lapping every drop of her sweet nectar, and suck on her pearl like there’s no tomorrow.

“Sir! Oh so good! thank you..” She was getting close, he could feel how her walls contracted around his wandering tongue, and her toes curling as her back arched. “Ask for permission like a good girl i know you are.” His voice against her cunt sent right to the edge.

“Please! please may i cum sir?” She was sobbing at this point, positively burning with pleasure and the adrenaline of being his. It was like there’s molten lava that swallow them both to a new world where the only people exists were Y/N Y/l/N and Spencer Reid.

“Cum, now.” He ordered, and she obeyed, instantly. Releasing onto his tongue which he happily lap every bit of it until she’s screaming due to overstimulation which he then pulled back, knowing just how sensitive his girl is at this point.

As he looked up at her, he could see how shivery she was, with a satisfied smile on her face and wrecked with his mark. “Thank you.. Spencer..” She drawled, nuzzling close to him before getting on her knees in the bed to straddle him shakily,

“Hey hey what are you doing?” Spencer grasp her trembling wrist stopping her from moving anymore. “Please let me ride you! please Spencer.” She does the thing with her eyes again, the one that Spencer would never ever dream of dishonoring her every requests.

“Baby, aren’t you tired?” His voice laced with worry as he thumb her lips, which made her instantly suckle on the thumb, and shakes her head. “Please sir! let me be your good girl, wanna show you how good i am.”

“Shh i know that you’re good baby, you don’t have to do that.” Y/N frowned as she suckle even harder on the thumb before releasing it and whined, “But i want to, doctor please!” even in her mushy state she could still think about one of Spencer’s biggest pet name.

“You should be glad, i love you this damn much pet.” He muttered yet still very pleased at the name. “Now come on, ride me, show me you can be good.” He doesn’t hold her, he just place his hand on his sides and watch her intently.

Y/N blushes under his intense gaze, as she took out his cock (finally) from his sweatpants, and god— his cock was so pretty, tip ruddy red, and the veiny skin was hard, her mouth watered at the empty filling inside her mouth— wanting so bad to feel the heaviness warmth on her tongue. “Gonna eye my cock forever like an undeserving brat or are you actually going to be good hm?”

His voice pulled her from her thoughts as she let out strings of apologies which he stopped with a sealing kiss.Y/N graze the tip of his cock against her opening as she took a deep breath before sinking down his length softly, his eyes never leaving his even when she moaned lewdly and shaking.

“You’re so good, warm and tight for me love.” He whispered, feeling immense pleasure being wrapped up inside her, he wished he could stay like this forever. “go on baby, bounce like a little bunny for me.”

And so she obeyed, placing her palm on his chest before bouncing slowly at first yet keep on picking its pace on his cock, their faces flushed, keeping eye contact as Spencer gripped her hips so hard before helping her bounce faster— making sure to hit her spongey spot each time.

“That’s it bunny, good girl.” He praised, earning a scream from her, her eyes rolled back and lips parted as she tightened her walls around his cock “Fuck Y/N..” His eyes shut now at the intense pleasure from the tightness of his girl’s walls.

He then pulled out for a second, flipped them over, before putting himself back in and then continue pounding her into the bed with a brutal pace yet its all so sweet and full of passion towards each other. “So good Spence! oh oh so full and deep!” Her pornographic moans send him over to the edge.

“Cum baby, now come with me.” He grunted against her lips before pulling her into an intoxicating kiss, and then both of them cum at almost the same time— they trigger each other’s pleasurable desires and needs like a soulmate would.

—————

“Shh good girl, I love you so much Y/N. You’re the best girl ever.” He wrapped his arm around hed after he cleaned them both with a damp towel, changing her into a pajama and then change himself.

“I love you.. Spencer...” She whispered, her eyes still swimming with the thought of him, she’s his.

“I need you to come back to me Y/N, come on.” Before they sleep he needs to coax her out of it, or else she would be sad and grumpy the next morning.

“I’m here!” She giggled as she stared at him, pressing onto his pouted lips and then eyes widen at the sad expression on his face that was one of the way to show her how she really needs to sleep now. The next minute she opened her eyes, he could feel the warm graze of hers and Her voice were small but its Y/N’s wonderful voice nonetheless.

“Spencer?”

“Hi Y/N, here with me?” Spencer intertwined their fingers together before pulling the covers up to their chest and then cuddled around her.

“Yeah.. yes baby..” Her voice droopy, Spencer then let out one more ‘i love you princess’ before she drift asleep, as well as him.

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Blurb requests and taglist are open so send me a message if you have ideas or want in!

[euphoricsunflowers]

sleepy — monsta x

a/n: i hope you enjoy this new format! please let me know if you do and please give me feedback!

word count: 0.9k

content: sub!monsta x, dom!gn!reader except hyungwon’s part! his is fem!reader!!!, somnophilia, dumbification (a lil), cockwarming (hyungwon), masturbation and implied self-edging (minhyuk), handjobs, handcuffs (changkyun)

disclaimer: these are all with the assumption that prior consent was given and some display some unsafe sex practices so please read with caution. thank you.

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son hyunwoo/shownu

he collapses into the bed after a particularly hard day, already just a few minutes from sleep from the moment his head hid the pillow. he pulls you close to him, assuming you were asleep, but he’s wrong. you’re wide awake. you turn around, pushing him onto his back and curling up against his side, murmuring, “go to sleep, baby.”

he’s too tired to put too much thought into the way you kiss his shoulder and neck, so he just lets himself be swallowed up by the bed and your lips. your fingers brush the front of his sweats, teasing him slightly. he groans so softly, aching for you to touch him, but too tired and cloudy to ask for it.

you whisper to him, “i love playing with you like this, all relaxed and defenseless for me. sleep well, baby bear.”

lee hoseok/wonho

usually it’s him who wakes up first, but on mornings where you catch yourself waking while he’s still all cute and dozed off, you don’t waste the perfect opportunity. you touch him lightly at first, trying not to alarm his body too much, because then he’ll awaken too soon, and that’s no fun. when he stirs slightly, you pull away, letting him fall back into sleep, and then continuing to mess with him.

he involuntarily lets out a whine, still so drowsy and out of it that he can’t quite tell why he feels so good when he regains some consciousness, “good morning, darling, did you sleep well?” he doesn’t answer, instead moaning prettily, “that’s what i thought, sleepy bunny. just lay still and enjoy it, let me do all the work.”

lee minhyuk

“i’m tired, min, not right now,” you mumble, sinking more into the bed, but he pouts so cutely like he always does.

“then can i touch myself?” he pleads, and it gives you a cruel idea. you even have to stop yourself from smiling because he might catch on.

“go for it,” he’s taken off guard, not exactly expecting to get permission, “here, do it next to me so i can hear your pretty moans as i fall asleep.”

he does as you say, letting you curl up next to him as he touches himself. it feels dirty, but you’ve asked worse of him, so he doesn’t mind.

“one last thing, min,” you press a kiss to his shoulder, and he stops for a minute to listen, “if you want to cum, you’ll need my permission.”

he finally seems to get what you’re trying to do, pathetically sighing as it clicks for him, “b-but how am i supposed to get permission if you’re asleep—?”

“shhh, puppy, that’s your own problem.”

yoo kihyun

“(title),” he almost whines, catching your attention. he’s never that outright with calling you that, always waiting until you force it out of him to cave, so you were already intrigued. he comes up to you, tiredly resting his head against your shoulder as you gently wrap your arms around him.

so you ask, “is everything alright, ki?”

“i’m—“ he yawns, “— needy. please take care of me,” you immediately get him on the bed, touching him enough to keep him from complaining as you curl up behind him to make him more comfortable.

“cum whenever you want, baby, don’t think too hard about anything other than me, okay?”

chae hyungwon

“you’re so cruel, you know that?” he breathes, his expression so strained it makes you want to giggle. he was tired before, but now he’s wide awake as you rest in his arms, sitting completely still with him inside, not letting him move either.

“poor baby, are you needy? you want me to ride your dick until you can’t see straight, pleasure you until it’s too much and you're crying in pain?” he groans at your words, nodding with shut eyes and a tremble in his breaths, “well, that’s too bad, i don’t really feel like it. try to get some sleep, angel, i’ll get you off real nice and hard in the morning if you’re good.”

“god i hate you sometimes,” he whispers mostly to himself as you doze off with a smirk.

“oh, you love it. don’t lie to me.”

lee jooheon

he was so cute when he slept, it’s such a shame he’d never get to know what it’s like to gaze at his pretty face all night.

what it’s like to play with his hair and hear his soft little moans and content, slow breathes.

what it’s like to see him drift in and out of consciousness as you touch him throughout the night, forcing your way into his dreams, making his body so needy it can’t help but imagine in his dreams all the ways you could ruin him.

what it’s like to bring him to the edge without him even consciously knowing it.

frankly, it’s a shame he doesn’t get to watch any of it through your eyes.

im changkyun/i.m

“leave the handcuffs,” he whispers as you clean him up and reach to free him.

you’re left a bit stunned at his request, blinking confusedly, “what? you what to be handcuffed to the bed while we sleep? what if you need to get up or something happens—?”

“it makes me feel good, like i truly belong to you,” his eyes shimmer differently in the moonlight, still puffy from his crying but so full of love that you can’t help but adore him.

“alright, but i’ll leave the key on the nightstand in case you need out of them and can’t wake me up, okay?” you make sure to tell him before giving in and letting him rest with his left hand still above his head, handcuffed to the headboard, “sleep well, my prince.”

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[iaal]

Hisoka x reader!caught with another man

Earlier, I was just minding my own business innocently, like I always do, when I got the idea of angry Hisoka. One thing leading to another I ended up writing like a possessed mad woman and the result is me giving birth to 3k words of filth. I didn’t even know this kind of stuff were swimming in my brain, I have no idea what I just channeled. With that said I never wrote so fast so whatever it was it was working. So yeah enjoy. It’s almost 6am and I didn’t even reread it one last time before posting, I need a break and lots of sleep.

WARNING: NON CON, CUCKOLDING(KINDA???), PAINAL, VERY VERY TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, VIOLENCE, DEATH THREAT, MANIPULATION, VOYEUR, ANGRY TRASH CLOWN

You didn’t think it was a bad idea to spend some time with your friends and go to a club. It wasn’t a bad idea either to go home with some random pretty boy. Fucking him on your couch, even if it wasn’t mind blowing was still not a bad idea. No, you really fucked up when you didn’t noticed your phone ran out of battery a long time ago. If you did you’d have seen Hisoka’s text telling you he was on his way to see you and you wouldn’t have been riding another man when he opened the door.

Hisoka looked at the scene with cold eyes for a moment before closing the door and leaning his back against it, arms crossed, lips pressed in a tight line.

“Hisoka… ” you couldn’t manage more than to whisper his name. “I’m sorry… I didn’t know… ” you swallowed hard, your mouth getting drier by the second under his gaze, “I didn’t know you were coming.”

Your random lover was bright red under you and started to try to get up, no doubt wanting nothing else than to be anywhere but here. You felt the same but unfortunately this was your flat and even if it wasn’t you knew Hisoka wouldn’t let you go that easily.

“Don,’t. Continue what you were doing.” Hisoka ordered when you got off of the other men’s laps.

“What?!” you and the pretty boy shouted at the same time. You looked at Hisoka and there was no trace of arousal in his demeanor, just cold anger. He wasn’t asking you to get fucked in front of him to get him off.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, love,” a card appeared between his fingers and your blood froze in your veins. No doubt he was serious.

“Listen man,”, the guy started and you panicked, you tried to hush him but he was oblivious to your attempts. “I don’t know what this is all about but I’m not into this shit. I’ll just leave and you guys can settle things between you, this has nothing to do with me.”

You blanched. Maybe you could beg, maybe Hisoka would forgive you, there was still a chance. But the other guy? So far Hisoka’s glare was intended for you, if he wanted to live he’d better not make himself too noticeable. When he tried to get up your grabbed his wrist to keep him seated. Finally, he seemed to realize how serious the situation was when he turned to you, probably to complain, and saw your colorless face.

“But is has everything to do with you!” Hisoka insisted, “After all you’re participating in the game too. I’ll tell you the rule, it’s really simple,” a wicked smile was growing on his lips “The first one making the other come gets to live.”

“Please, Hisoka,” you pleaded.

A card flew past your head, scratching you cheek before embedding itself in your couch. You heard a squeal beside you but you were too shocked to move, your eyes fixated on the drops of blood that were falling from your face to your thigh.

“That’s your last warning,” he said in a low voice. With a flicker of his wrist Hisoka replaced the card he just threw by a new one. This one won’t just graze you if your were to continue arguing.

The other guy’s erection was long gone but you still removed the condom and grabbed his flaccid dick. There’s was no way you’d be able to come in this situation and the whimpering and ‘Oh God, what the fuck what the fuck what the...’ your partner was chanting like a mantra weren’t a good sign for him either. You weren’t sure Hisoka wouldn’t kill you if you were to lose the game but you’d hope that if at least you got along with his punishment he might calm down a little. Nonetheless, it was the best outcome. The other guy wouldn’t be spared if he was the one to lose, Hisoka wouldn’t have any insensitive to let him live. His body wasn’t cooperating with your attempt to save his life though, and in spite of your best effort you couldn’t get him hard.

“Try to not think about him, it’s going to be fine,” you whispered, trying to reassure him, albeit pitifully. “Just focus on me. I’ll come, I’ll definitely come.” You thought you smiled, but you wouldn’t be certain of what kind of face you made. The guy nodded, probably not believing in your comforting words but clinging to any hope he could get. You cupped his cheek and turn his face so he’d look at you. As scared as he was he started to relax just a little bit. Until Hisoka spoke again.

“Pathetic,” you heard him scoff. “How long is it going to take?” he sighed and you clenched your teeth. “I told you to continue what you were doing before, not playing around.” Hisoka walked to your terrified companion of misfortune and took a fistful of his hair, yanking his head painfully before bending close to his ear. “Fuck her like your life depends of it, because it does,” he growled. He released him and got back to his previous position against your door.

Hisoka’s threat was more effective than your soft encouragement, and a fear boner was something you could work with. Not wanting to lose any seconds you picked the guy’s jeans to fish another condom. Nothing was exciting and you weren’t wet in this situation but at least the lube from the condom would help. You started getting back on his lap before Hisoka interrupted again.

“Not like this, turn around and look at me,” he directed you. Hisoka knew the face you made during your orgasms and you assumed he’d want to check in case you thought of faking it. Not that you had any confidence in your acting skill at the moment. Keeping an eye for a cheating attempt was certainly a reason but it didn’t seem to be the only one. When you faced him you caught him palming the front of his pants but adorning the same cold expression. Ever the hedonist.

You started moving your hips, your partner seemingly too focus on keeping his erection to really help you out. Even before Hisoka came in the sex was nothing to write home about, now it was painful and you had no idea how you’ll manage to finish. You just prayed that fear ejaculation wasn’t a thing. Letting your mind wandered, you did your best to aroused yourself, pushing the danger of the plight you were in to a corner of your mind. Ironically, that was sex with Hisoka that you would start to remembered. Looking directly at him you still imagined it was him behind you, like all the time he has taken you on this very same couch. Slowly you started getting there, the sting gone, replaced by a quiet pleasure. Yet, your imagination only got you so far and you pussy was far for being as filled as with Hisoka. You eyes trailed to Hisoka’s eyes to his arms, stomach and stopped on his hand rubbing his hardness. A soft moan escaped you when he gave his length a squeeze.

“Mh? Do you want this now?” he asked teasingly before stroking himself harder. “Riding a man’s cock while eyeing another’s…” Hisoka pushed his pants down just enough to free his throbbing erection, resuming his masturbation. “I knew you were a slut but your greed is boundless” he tutted.

Moving in rhythm with his hand, you bounce your ass more energetically. The pretty boy seemed more inclined in doing his part too and was starting to meet your ass with his own thrust, it was meek to say the least but he was an active participant now at last.

“She likes it hard,” Hisoka chimed. “If you want to win you’ll need to pick up the pace,” he added, giving pointer to the guy pounding you.

Grabbing your hips, your lover took Hisoka’s advice at heart and set a faster rhythm. He was really fucking you like his life depended on it. You moaned louder, eyes still glued on Hisoka’s cock eliciting the first moan from him too. You closed you eyes focusing only on the sounds of wet skins slapping and Hisoka’s voice, ignoring the grunting behind you. Only a few minutes of this symphony was enough to put you over the edge. Still, even in this situation you didn’t forget that Hisoka always wanted you to look at him in the eyes when you were coming. And so you did, you opened your eyes, your vision blurry, searching for his eyes. When you found them you let yourself go and cum loudly, shouting Hisoka’s name again and again. As soon as you were finished Hisoka was beside you, holding a card against the poor guy throat.

“Get out,” he said without even looking at him. His other hand already around you to get you off of him.

The man didn’t even took the time to get dressed, he just picked his stuff and was out in a flash. At least he was alive and unscathed.

“You weren’t suppose to enjoy it you know,” he scolded you, throwing you back on the sofa.

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t know you were coming,” you panted both because of your orgasm and fear after you’ve lost his game.

“I’ve sent you a text well in advance. Where’s your phone?” he asked.

Getting up you grabbed your bag and searched for your phone. You gulped when you found it shut off. Hisoka took it from your hand.

“I-It ran out of battery … I didn’t noticed,” you explained but shut your mouth really fast when Hisoka crushed your phone with his hand.

“You have no use for it if you’re not even able to keep it charged.” He threw the already broken beyond repair phone against the wall. “I do like surprises but I really hate being ignored,” taking your face between his fingers, he pressed his nails painfully on your cheeks. “You know that. Don’t you, love?”

“I’m really sorry,” you whined, unable to prevent tears to start flowing. You had Hisoka being annoyed with you, irritable for no good reason and even sullen. Never have you seen him mad at you and it was frightening. The worst was his tone. He wasn’t screaming, on the contrary his voice was getting lower and quieter.

“Did you win because you were sure I wouldn’t kill you?” he mused. Hisoka wept your tears roughly, his nails scrapping at your skin. When you didn’t answered he insisted, grabbing your chin and placing his eyes only a few centimeters from yours. “Well? Were you so sure about your safety?”

“N-No. I wasn’t sure but I thought…” you swallowed a sob before continuing, “I thought… I mean I hoped you would be less mad if I did what you asked.” You sniffed loudly trying not to bawl.

“You know me well, it was a smart move,” Hisoka eased the pressure on your chin and chuckled. “I’m a tad less mad. Not that I intended to really kill you, but it was more fun to give you a motivation.” Pushing you on the couch he pushed back his pants lower, putting his still hard cock in front of you. “But maybe you didn’t need any motivation, you were moving like a bitch in heat on his cock.”

Your tears hadn’t even stop flowing and you were still shaking, you took a minute to calm yourself but it wasn’t enough. He’d have definitely killed the other guy, knowing your life alone was never at risk didn’t help your nerves when you were this close to witness a murder. It would have been your fault, just because of a dumb mistake. Honestly you just wanted the night to be over, you wanted Hisoka to hold you and to tell you it’s okay now, you needed that.

“Your punishment isn’t over, darling, you’re still the loser,” Hisoka was waiting for you to compose yourself patiently but his patience only goes so far when he’s hard.

“Hisoka, please, can you give me a hug?” you sobbed, pleading with your eyes.

“Oh,” he smiled almost softly and patted your head gently a couple of time. “I wish I could, love, I really do. But bad girls don’t get hugs now, do they?” he sighed as if refusing you was painful for him. “Now get me nice and wet, it’ll be easier for you,” he pushed the tips of his cock against your lips and you sobbed one last time before opening your mouth.

You sucked him off almost mechanically, you knew by heart the spots he liked the most and your body was moving on instinct at this point. When he pushed deeper into your mouth you relaxed your jaw without thinking about it, moving your tongue at the right place to leave him enough room to fuck your throat. You expected him to finish like that and were surprised when he removed his cock.

“On the couch now, ass up,” he said in a breath, giving your ass cheek a slap when you positioned yourself as he asked.

Climbing behind you, hand on your hips, he started to push the tip of his cock against your hole but once again it wasn’t what you were expecting.

“Hisoka! I’m not ready, it’s not going to fit!” you panicked as he continued to push against your asshole. It wasn’t your first time doing anal but you never attempted it without a good dose of lube and foreplay. You gasps as the tip went in, the stretch was painful and you bit your lips to not whimper.

“Hush, hush, it’s your punishment,” He pushed harder and you let out a cry. Hisoka moaned. “You didn’t think I’d get some sorry guy’s sloppy second?”

You tried to bear the pain, you really did but when Hisoka bottomed out and start to thrust roughly you felt like you were about to pass out.

“Please it hurts, it hurts, please,” you repeated, incapable to manage a proper sentence, wailing between words. You were really going to break if this continued. You brain was telling you to relax but your body was in shock.

“Just a bit longer,” Hisoka panted. “Almost there.” he put his hand in front of your mouth, “Bite, it’ll helps.”

Taking anything to distract you from the pain you bite hard on his offered hand. Hisoka let out a long groan before thrusting faster. You tasted blood on your tongue and the saltiness of your own tears rolling down into your mouth but you kept biting harder, you knew it was almost over. With a moan and a last slap of his hips Hisoka finally came, his fingers crushing your hip but you didn’t even noticed it.

His dick slid outside of you and you took a deep breath, the pain didn’t disappear but it was more mute and you didn’t feel like you were going to break anymore. Hisoka got out of his clothes and carried you to the bathroom, holding you in the shower while he was washing you. At this point you were barely conscious and let him moved you around to get you in the position he wanted to clean you up. In the same fashion he dried you in silence, sitting you between his laps when it was obvious you couldn’t stand on your own. Finally he carried you to bed, laying with you and resting your head on his shoulder. When he hugged you close you started bawling.

“It’s okay, love. I’m not mad anymore,” he consoled, littering your head with kisses, his hand stroking your back. “I know you won’t do it again.” He held you like that until your tears ran out and you fell asleep.

When you woke up it was already late in the afternoon and Hisoka wasn’t in bed. You cried out when you tried to sit and went back to lay down on your stomach. You were thinking on how you’ll be able to manage the next days if you couldn’t walk and how you were without a phone when the bedroom’s door opened.

Hisoka sat next to you, caressing your head for a while before leaning in for a kiss. He was smiling like he usually did. The events of the previous night felt like it was only a nightmare, the pain was the only reminder that it actually happened.

“It was scary,” you said in a quiet voice.

“I know, love,” he acknowledged.

Hisoka played with your hair for a while longer before leaving the room and coming back with a plastic bag. He emptied the content on the bed and you crooked your neck curiously to see what is was. The effort wasn’t needed because Hisoka was about to show you. He placed a donuts shaped pillow next to you and helped you sat on it. You winced when he moved you but it didn’t hurt to sit at least. Next he took a tube of cream and put a generous amount on his finger before applying it on spots on your face. Once done, he put the tube down before taking a different one.

“This one’s for your ass. I presumed you’d want to do it yourself?” he hummed, eyes crinkling with amusement. Amusement wasn’t what you were feeling and you shivered at the simple suggestion. You quickly nodded and took the medicine from him.

“You missed breakfast and lunch, you must be hungry. I’ll make some pancakes and we can eat in bed,” Hisoka kissed the tip of your nose twice before getting up.

“Are you staying tonight?” you finally asked. After last night you wanted more of the Hisoka in front of you. The one who always smiled, who kissed your nose and made you breakfast food for diner.

“You don’t want me to?” he turned around and smiled.

“I want you to stay,” you admitted.

“Good, because I was planning to stay more than a few days,” you beamed at his words. Having Hisoka for more than a night or two was rare in itself but he never spend multiple days with you. “Your antics yesterday really did sour our time together, I expect to leave on a happier note,” he continued and your own mood start plummeting. “Don’t make this face, love. It’s in the past. I told you, I’m no longer mad,” he laughed, “Now let’s have fun!”

[fyeahmeninroyalnavy]

#horatio hornblower/archie kennedy modern AU

Rain and Puffy Shirts

Dedicated to and prompted by my dear friend @professorlehnsherr-almashy

"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Archibald Theo Kennedy, but my friends and family all call me Archie. I'm 27, a Critical Care flight paramedic for the NHS, and significant other to Horatio Edward Hornblower, also 27. He's an artist, and a very good one I might add. Everyone loves his paintings of tall ships and anything to do with the Napoleanic War.

He does allright for himself, well enough that he works from home. He can also sing and play the guitar, which he does for fun. And also to impress me.

We've been sharing a flat for the past three months but we've known one another for about a year. Most of that year we spent just as friends …

No doubt friends in serious denial.

I'm going to be sharing snippets of our life together, but don't worry, you'll be hearing from Horatio too, even though he’s extremely shy.

And now on to our story.

On a chilly Spring evening in London, Horatio and I attended a costume party given by a close friend, William Bush, or Liam as we call him. His home is just around the bend from our flat which is a good thing as we never drink/drive. Horatio looked incredibly gorgeous in his 18th century Royal Navy uniform. I wore one as well and our costumes were the center of attention that evening.

When Horatio had had enough of the party "he can only bear so much of them" we began our walk home. Rather I walked while he staggered. "I should have kept a closer eye on my boyfriend's alcohol consumption that evening but I was having too much fun playing with Liam's new dog Styles. As a result of my distraction Horatio had more to drink than he could handle, which isn't much at all.

"Come on Ratio, watch your step now."

"Horatio knitted his brows looking puzzled. "I am washing it, Arshie. Ekzacly why am I supposed to wash it?”

"So you don't fall, of course." The last time that happened I ended up playing Paramedic while off duty. You were quite the pathetic mess, as I recall." He smiled ruefully.

Horatio appeared puzzled for a moment before answering. "Ah yes, I merember now.

That really hurt! My nose looked awful and I was humilitated, all covered in blood and dirt. Ima bloody klutz!”

Archie snorted. "And you had only had a pint that evening too."

"Like I shaid, Ima bloody klutz!"

"You're my bloody klutz though." He squeezed his mate's shoulder fondly.

"Arshie, he responded, pulling his mate close and nuzzling his nose into a warm neck. Am I? Truly?"

"You know you are my darling, and while I don't mind if you're a bit unsteady I do mind if you get hurt." he answered.

"M'not going to. You won't let me."

As soon as he spoke Horatio tripped and nearly fell flat onto the pavement.

"Whoa, careful there! I can't have that sweet face spoiled by the footpath! He steadied him in strong arms. Since you definitely went over your limit tonight, I doubt you’ll be very happy come morning, my poor lamb.”

"But I'm reeeally happy rish now, my Arshie Bear, he slurred, an arm draped affectionately over his boyfriend’s shoulder. C'mere, you lil' snugglebunny, and give me a kish!”

He complied readily, never able to resist kissing those soft full lips. Even when completely sloshed, his Horatio's kisses were always like heaven. And Archie loved when Horatio was so open and unguarded, a very different man than most people knew him to be. He was a cheerful, snuggly and affectionate drunk.

He kissed the soft sweet mouth slowly and tenderly, making both of them hum with pleasure. When at last they parted he was rewarded with a happy, goofy smile that warmed his soul.

"I do love you sho very much my dearest,"he sighed.

"And I love you my sweet Horatio. I can express no kinder sign of love than this kind kiss.”

"Don't make me cry, Mr. Kennedy. I have a repu, repustation to uphold."

"Your reputation is safe with me. I'll never reveal what a sentimental fellow you really are, he replied as he brushed curls away from his mate's forehead. Archie glanced up at the gathering clouds anxiously. C'mere. I can smell rain and we need to get home."

Suddenly Horatio felt himself being hoisted over Archie's broad shoulders, his head upside down so that he was looking at the ground. He burst into peals of laughter. "Arsheee, put me down! I can waltz just fine, an I'm much too heavy. Wait a minute. What is thish we have here?"

He jumped suddenly and squeaked. "Ratio, leave my bloody arse alone!" There was another flinch and a squeal, followed by hysterical giggling from the offender.

"Can't. Ish really cute and ish right here where I can pinsh it!"

"You're incorrigible when you're drunk, you know that, right? And damned adorable as well."

"Can't help it if your bum ish so nice and pinshable. Ima pinsh it again!"

"Owww! That hurt! You're truly living up to your nickname tonight Honey Badger. Not caring and all that. And since you won't play nice I'm trying things a different way."

He swiftly shifted positions so that he was carrying his love in his arms, protecting himself from his cheeky offender.

Horatio merely grinned and wrapped both arms around his neck just as a cool rain began falling.

"Arshie, you can't possibly carry me like this!"

"I already am, my darling, long legs and all!"

"Have I ever told you just how much I love being held by you? "He nuzzled Archie's neck and kissed it.

Archie swallowed hard as a deep feeling of warmth and affection for the man he loved took his breath away. He stopped and stood still, just holding Horatio tighter and staring into those soft brown eyes, wet lashes impossibly long. He knew they should get moving soon, but the moment felt to precious to waste.

"And I love holding you." Pressing their foreheads together, he sighed contententedly, then began moving purposefully towards home.

Eventually they made it to their flat, completely drenched but happy.

Archie put Horatio down but kept one arm tucked around his waist for support as he unlocked the door to their flat.

"Let's get you into some dry clothing before you catch a chill."

On queue, Horatio began to shiver and his previously cheerful demeanor changed abruptly. His lips turned down into a pout, his brow furrowing.

"How'd I get sho drunk Arshee? Someone must of put a tot of rum in my Coke! Was it you?"

He snorted. "I would never."

"Will you help me? I can't make things work and there's two of you now. I’m going to regret this later, aren’t I?”

He smiled sympathetically.

"Probably. But I'm going to take very good care of you, so no worries, okay?" He helped Horatio to their bedroom, grabbed some towels from the cupboard and wrapping him in one helped him lie down on the bed. "I'll be right back."

He went into the kitchen for a glass of water and some aspirin, took dry boxers and a tee shirt from a drawer and returned to the bed.

"Here, take these aspirin and drink all the water. Archie lifted Horatio up and helped him drink. There we go. Now, let's get you into some dry clothing." He began tugging at the wet garments.

"Achee, you're taking all my clothes off! Horatio began to giggle. Take yours off too!"

"Another time my darling. You're a bit too inebriated for anything but cuddles I fear.”

"M'not. Please?"he whined.

"Let's just concentrate on getting you dry before you catch cold. I won't have you getting sick under my watch.”

A cross between a growl and a groan was heard but Archie just smiled and concentrated on his task. He was at his best as a caregiver; it was an integral part of his profession after all. But being allowed to care for his partner so intimately was everything to him. It had taken some work to get to this point in their relationship. And now that they were there, he cherished it.

"There we are! I think that's dry enough. Fluffy."

"I'm not Fluffy!" He playfully batted at his mate, smiling impishly.

"No? Perhaps if I brought you a mirror it would change your mind." He ruffled the dark brown ringlets affectionately.

Horatio shivered. "Will you hurry and get changed? I'm cold and I need you to keep warm. My Achee Bear, he mumbled sleepily. Love your cuddles."

"Of course. I'll be back in a flash.

Archie quickly undressed, dried himself, and changed. Horatio was chilled and his teeth were chattering, so his mate was in a hurry to join him. He pulled back the covers, got in bed, and wrapped his strong arms around his shivering partner, pulling him close.

"Is this better?"

Horatio sighed contentedly. "Much." He nuzzled into Archie's neck, murmuring nonsensical phrases.

"My poor Horatio, you're still cold as an ice lolly." He began rubbing his hands up and down his partner's back to generate warmth.

"Mmm, a melting one now. There's nothing in this world I love more than your hugs, my dearest. Or hearing you say my name. He smiled shyly and ducked his head. Well, almost nothing!"

Archie grinned in delight, blue eyes sparkling. He licked his lips and jutted out his chin in a cheeky little smirk. He kissed the tip of Horatio's nose, then pulled his head to lay against his broad shoulder. "Sleep now, darling. I worry that tomorrow will be a long day for you." He stroked the soft curls, relishing the silky texture.

"Mmhm, love you, Bear," he answered sleepily.

"And I love you. I'm here if you need me. Always."

The next morning:

Archie was cheerfully humming while making coffee, tea, and toast. He was still dressed in his boxers and a v neck tee-shirt, his feet bare. His handsome face was clean shaven, his golden hair neatly brushed, and his blue eyes bright and clear. The previous night's party and being caught in a downpour had not affected his mood and constitution in any way.

Horatio could never understand this as he hated mornings with a passion, needing his coffee and toast to begin functioning normally.

But today wasn't even a normal day. Horatio had had way too much to drink last night and along with Archie had gotten caught in a downpour.

His hair had gotten very wet and had been towel dried by Archie. As a result his hair was extremely fluffy and his curls were out of control. He had dark circles under his eyes and the beginning of a cold. Add to that a headache, nausea, and no coffee and you get one very grumpy Horatio Hornblower. He groaned loudly upon hearing his mate in the kitchen.

"Acheee, why didn't you stop me last night?"

Hearing his partner's distress call, he immediately made his way to their bedroom.

"Bad morning, Ratio darling?"

His mate huffed and scowled, his brow furrowing. He blinked his eyes, squinting.

"Looking for these, Honey Badger?" Archie asked cheerfully, handing his glasses to Horatio.

He accepted them grudgingly, placing them on his face as he mumbled "Damn your eyes, Mr. Kennedy."

Archie couldn't help but laugh. "Oh Horatio, what can I do to help, my love?"

The grumpy expression softened a bit. He slowly stood up and groaned.

"Just kill me now and get it over with please, he whined, wrapping his arms around his mate and slumping against him. I feel as if my head might explode."

"I truly hope that won't happen. I'm very fond of that beautiful head myself. Will rubbing it help?"he crooned, massaging the back of his neck gently.

"Mmhm, that's nice Bear" he mumbled into Archie's shoulder.

"Do you think you can manage some toast and coffee? You might feel better with some food in your stomach."

"Ugh, don't want to think of food right now, he groaned dramatically. Might puke!"

"Well, we can't have that. Let's go into the lounge and you can put your head in my lap while I have my tea. Yeah?"

He nodded, allowing himself to be led to the sofa. Archie settled him, carefully covering him with a soft blanket. "There. I'm going for my tea and I'll be back straight away."

"Okay. Don't be too long, Achee" he whined as he removed his glasses, placing them on the coffee table.

"Oh, Horatio. You're so incredibly lovable when you're needy," he whispered to himself as he assembled a tray of toast, tea, marmalade, and butter. He decided to include coffee in case his mate changed his mind and a small beaker of ginger ale to help soothe a queasy stomach.

Setting the tray on a table he sat down and Horatio wasted no time plopping his curly head in his boyfriend's lap.

Archie smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"Bear, will you, ahem, would you mind running your fingers through my hair?"

"You need not even ask, my darling."

As Archie ran the fingers of one hand through Horatio's curls, he took sips of tea and bites of toast with another, occasionally feeding small bites to his boyfriend. He knew he could get him to accept some food this way.

"You're like a baby bird, you know that don't you?"

Horatio blushed, smiling shyly. "C'mon Achee!"

"Don't go all coy on me now, my darling. It's only the two of us here and no one else. We can and should be totally ourselves, agreed?"

He nodded, reaching up to touch Archie's face.

"You make every part of my life all better. In every way imaginable. Even feeling as miserable as I do, I'm just... at peace I suppose you could say." There was a look of pure bliss on his face as he gazed up adoringly at his mate.

"Umm, I. Archie cleared his throat, swallowing the lump that had formed. I... love making you happy, Horatio. Being here when you need me. Comforting you when you're upset or sick. Making you laugh and smile. He paused, grinning. Even dragging your drunk arse home in the rain and putting you to bed. That's all I ever want." Blue eyes stared into brown. Both had grown misty.

Horatio reached up and gently pulled Archie's lips to his, giving him the sweetest of kisses, telling him without words the depth of his feelings. When the kiss ended, he stroked Archie's cheek gently, still looking into his eyes.

"I'm the happiest I've ever been, babe. And I love you. So much." He caressed the lips of his mate slowly, tenderly.

"And I love you, my darling. My sweet, sweet Horatio." He took his hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it reverently.

"Ahem, er, Archie?" A blush began to color his face as he smiled bashfully.

"What? Something you wanted, Ratio" he asked cheekily.

“There is. Let’s go back to bed.”

Archie wasted no time granting his wish!

Later that day

"Please tell me I didn't embarrass myself to the point of never being able to show my face again!"

Archie pursed his lips to keep from smiling as he patted his mouth with his napkin.

"Go on, say something at least! My lunch is sitting in my stomach like a lump of clay. I thought you loved me." Horatio scrubbed his hands across his pale face and groaned.

Archie couldn't help himself any longer and burst out laughing.

"You think you're so clever. Are you having me on about last night and what I did?"

"I wish I was but I'm not! It was, it was so unlike you, I just can't! My sides are hurting." Archie was wiping tears from his flushed face.

Horatio scowled and huffed. "You just wait Mr. Kennedy. Don't think me incapable of getting revenge."

"Listen, Horatio. You really did do everything that I said you did."

Brown eyes stared into blue.

"Everything?"

"Everything."

"Popping the buttons from your puffy shirt?"

"Mhm."

"And the comment about your Cutlass?"***

"Yes, especially that!" Laughter bubbled up again.

"Noooo! Achee? I don't think I care to know what else I said or did last night. I may actually die from embarrassment!" Horatio rose from his chair and began pacing.

Archie got up from the table and began clearing the dishes from lunch. There was a gleam of mischief in his eyes.

"Are you certain you don't want to know?"

Horatio froze and stopped pacing, rolling his eyes.

"Yes! No. I don't know! Damn't!"

"Everyone loved the pet names you have for me, by the way."

"Which ones?"

"Well, there was Archie Bear, Snugglebunny, and Sweet Cheeks."

"Noooo, why did I ever accept that second drink on an empty stomach? Horatio’s eyes suddenly went wide. What about the other name? The naughty one? What must everyone think of me?”

Archie decided his poor partner had had enough ribbing by the look on his pale face and crossed the room, taking him firmly by the shoulders and leading him to sit down on the couch in the lounge. Then he sat next to him, put an arm around his shoulders and made direct eye contact with him.

"I got the distinct impression that everyone thought you funny, adorable, relaxed, and having fun. And probably in love. It's a good thing Horatio. Everyone is happy for you. And for me. You don't have to worry about a thing, okay? He pulled him into a tight hug. I’m sorry for teasing you.”

"S'okay. Not your fault. I already felt sick, then I started overthinking things. You know how I get." He returned the hug affectionately.

"I do know, but next time I won't tease when you're hungover with a cold coming on."

"It's fine. Slowly a sweet smile replaced the frown. You can't help being the most cheeky man in the Uk if not the entire world. I love you anyway."

Archie beamed with delight and plopped himself on Horatio's lap.

***And I love you. My Honey Badger."

“Wait, did I call you the name? The naughty one?”

“I’ll never tell!”

[witcherslittledove]

I Miss You

Joey Batey/Henry Cavill RPF - Also on AO3

Rated: T

Summary: Henry is busy filming in America and Joey really misses his boyfriend.

CW: Alcohol, hangovers

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The sunlight was streaming through the window, shining directly onto Joey’s pillow. The brightness pulled him, quite unwillingly from his sleep, and he groaned, rubbing his eyes and scrambling to find his phone in his bedsheets. His head was fucking killing him and his mouth tasted like sandpaper. The way the room spun a little as he looked around suggested he was probably still drunk. Madeleine was snoring next to him, bundled up in a heavy hand knitted jumper, her make-up running down her face in black smudges. He couldn’t remember falling asleep but it wouldn’t have been the first time they’d cuddled up together after too many bottles of wine. It had gotten worse since Henry had flown out to America to finish up some work for Justice League. They’d spent almost two week together at Henry’s house after they were done with the publicity for the Witcher, completely inseparable, enjoying the opportunity to relax in each other’s company. The relationship was still new, and Joey knew they were still in the honeymoon period.

 But he really fucking missed his boyfriend.

 His boyfriend.

 Fuck, that still made him giddy, although perhaps that was still the wine.

 He hurriedly unlocked his phone, swiping through the notifications on his twitter without looking at them. Joey paused briefly to check a message from the recording studio, but decided he’d respond later. It was probably still early enough that Henry might still be awake, if he was lucky.

 There weren’t any new messages from his boyfriend and he pouted at his phone, running a hand through his hair before falling back onto the pillow. Madeleine grumbled but didn’t stir, snuggling back into the sheets and mumbling as she fell back asleep. With a sigh, Joey stared at his phone, typing out a message and then deleting it.

     I miss you.  

     I want you here with me.  

     I love you.  

 It all felt stupid. Needy and pathetic. They hadn’t said ‘I love you’ yet but Joey couldn’t deny how he felt. Falling in love too quickly was an unfortunate trait that he shared with Jaskier, but he’d always lacked the confidence to follow through. Honestly, if he didn’t need to perform both as a musician and as an actor, then he’d probably just hide away from the world, but performing called to him. He was addicted, couldn’t give it up, and oh he’d tried. He’d even tried to study something else at University, but he just couldn’t resist joining the Amateur Dramatics Society.

 Well, it had all worked out in the end.

 Sort of.

 The proposals online could be a bit much, but Henry was helping him handle the sort of being famous thing, and he was getting better. He just needed to be okay when Henry wasn’t there to hold his hand as well. Jesus Christ, he was fucking pathetic.

 His phone pinged in Joey’s hands, the vibrations startling him out of his thoughts. “Oh cock!” he cursed as he nearly dropped the damn thing, but he soon managed to unlock it and there it was; a message from Henry.

     ‘Good morning gorgeous, I miss you x’  

 Joey’s head was throbbing and his stomach was feeling a little squiffy but fuck, he wanted to cry. Henry was just the most amazing man he’d ever met. He was kind, generous, a huge nerd and ridiculously hot. Most importantly, Henry had possibly the fluffiest dog that Joey had ever seen, and Joey was just soft for fluffy dogs. Animals were easier than people.

 Madeleine and Henry seemed to be the exception to this. When Joey had clicked so quickly with Madeleine he’d thought it was a miracle, one that would never be repeated, but then he had met Henry. They’d had such a great time on set, laughing in between takes and struggling to stay in character. The normal anxiety had just never occurred, and then on the last day Henry had stammered and stumbled over his words, asking Joey out on a date.

 He’d been convinced it was some cruel joke but it turned out that Henry was really just a big softy, and Joey was completely head over heels. Madeleine thought it was adorable and teased him endlessly, which would have been fine if he wasn’t so bloody needy.

 His fingers hovered over the keyboard, thinking about how he could possibly express what he wanted to say over text. “Fuck,” he grumbled and hit the call button.

 Joey hopped out of the bed, swiping his dressing gown from the floor and shuffled out into the lounge before he woke Madeleine.

 “Joey,” Henry said in a low voice, a soft gruff growl in Joey’s ear. Immediately, he felt the tension leave his shoulders and he sunk into the warm embrace of his boyfriend’s voice.

 “I love you,” he breathed, not thinking about it until there was a deafening silence on the other end of the line. “Oh shit, fucking, cock balls! I am so sorry. I didn’t.. I shouldn’t, cock!”

 When Henry spoke again his voice was barely above a whisper. “You love me?”

 “Ah, umm… yes? Rather hopelessly,” he admitted. “Sorry?”

 “No,” Henry choked out, half laughing which really wasn’t helping Joey’s anxiety. “no. You don’t have to apologise. I love you too, Joey. I’ve been beating myself up over it.”

 “What?” Joey whined, suddenly wishing he could just go back to sleep off his hangover. He did not have enough brain power for this conversation.

 “I thought,” Henry paused and Joey heard a long heavy sigh. “I thought it was too soon.”

 Relief washed over him and, despite feeling a little like death warmed up, he joined in the laughter. Soon both of them were giggling like bloody teenagers. Henry loved him. Henry fucking Cavill, heart throb of the world, Superman, Geralt of bloody Rivia, loved him. Joey Batey, a nobody.

 It seemed ridiculous, completely ludicrous, but this was his life now. He had a dream role in a successful television show, he had fans, his second album was due out soon and his first album had had a second wind with the release of the witcher. On top of that, he still had his very best friend, and a brand new boyfriend. He couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something was bound to break soon, but he was getting better at ignoring that little voice.

 “I love you,” he repeated, hugging one of the couch cushions. It wasn’t Henry but it was as close as he could get right now. Fuck, he really wanted to just curl up into his boyfriend’s side, maybe kiss him silly.

 He’d never hated Superman more.

 “I know Geralt really hates portals, but I really wish we had one,” Henry sighed.

 Joey scoffed, rubbing his eyes. Now that he was in the darkness of the lounge, he was starting to feel tired again, and he really needed to sleep off the rest of his hangover. “You’re such a nerd,” he teased.

 “Says the man who writes his own Dungeons and Dragons campaigns.”

 Joey gasped “Hey now, you love my D&D campaigns.”

 “I love you more.”

 Joey grinned, snuggling further into his pillow, wondering whether he was in fact dreaming the whole thing. “I love you too, darling.”

 Henry chuckled. “Go back to sleep Joey, love. I’ll talk to you when I wake up?”

 “You have work,” he whined.

 “I can make time for you,” Henry reassured him. “Sleep now, love.”

 Joey yawned in spite of himself, he wanted to stay awake, but Henry was right, he was fucking exhausted. He hadn’t even checked the time but he never slept late after a night drinking. “Fine,” he grumbled. “But I love you.”

 His boyfriend laughed. “We’ll be together again soon, only another couple of weeks.”

 “I just want a hug,” Joey slurred. “Can’t sleep properly on my own anymore.”        

 “I’ll never let you go.”

 Joey hummed, letting Henry’s voice wash over him, lulling him back to sleep right there in the arm chair. “Sounds good.”

 He was asleep before he could hang up, just holding his phone close to his chest.

[oneoftheextras]

Prom?

Teen!Aizawa x Teen!Reader

masterlist  | tip jar

Prompt: Teen Aizawa seeing his crush at prom? And maybe dancing and spending the rest of the night together? Please and thank you :)

Warnings: fluuuuuuuuff

Standing by the punch bowl seemed like a good idea at first, everyone was so busy with their friends or dancing that you thought it would be a safe space to relax for a second.

Oh how wrong you are. Of course Hizashi would be the one trying to pour his bottle of vodka into the red fruity liquid and proudly (and loudly) announce that he was doing so.

Pulling on the sleeve of his suit you had to stop him, the fabric crumpled up a little bit before becoming tight enough to yank him arm back. He was persistent you’d give him that,”Hizashi, no!” you whined as he continued to attempt his prank.

“Don’t you want a little bit, Y/N?” he teased, waving the bottle in front of you, the clear liquid sloshed around the cylindrical shape like a pathetic whirlpool, “No I do not” you retaliated stubbornly, taking the bottle from him and stuffing it back into his pocket.

He was surprised by your vigorous rejection but accepted your answer none-the-less, “What’s got you all fired up?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, his hands finding a resting place on his hips.

Picking at the various bits of miniature dishes on the buffet table you waved your hand at him as though doing so would dismiss him question into the air and it would float away, you settled on some chips and salsa and nibbled on that while he spoke.

“Oh I know what’s up” he leaned in towards you as though he was about to be quiet for once in his life, but this was Hizashi and the one thing he could never do was be quiet. “Is there a special someone you don’t want to be sloppy for?” his resting eyebrow met his raised one and wiggled playfully on his forehead.

Although it was true, you would never admit it, Hizashi knew you had a crush on someone but he just didn’t know who - you were very good at keeping things close to your chest.

Hizashi would constantly pester you about who it was and even attempt to guess. He would watch your facial expressions as people walked past you in the lunch hall or in class to see if you gave him any sort of sign, but you never did.

That was because your crush liked to stay away from other people, especially large crowds, he wouldn’t be here tonight if it was optional, but the fact that every student was forced to attend meant that he was here somewhere in the crowd of people.

Little did you know, he’d already found you and was trying to pluck up enough courage to talk to you, but other people kept beating him to it. He definitely didn’t want to approach you while you were mid-conversation, then he would be roped into talking to them as well and he couldn’t think of anything worse.

But this time it was Hizashi talking to you, he knew Hizashi well, he wouldn’t call him a friend but it was the closest thing to it he would probably ever get. He wiped his hands on his suit trousers to try and rid them of the clammy sweat that had been building up, and his feet started moving before he could stop them.

“That is absolutely not true” you lied to Hizashi, turning back to the table of food as a distraction to your uncomfortable conversation, “I think you’re lying” he teased you, prodding you with his finger and waiting for you to talk your way out of this one.

Straightening your back, you took a deep breath getting ready to defend yourself, but as you glanced upwards towards Hizashi you noticed this wasn’t a private conversation anymore.

Just behind him was a man with ink black hair and a timid look on his face, “I- uh” you stuttered, trying to act like you hadn’t just made eye contact with the most handsome but quiet man in the room.

Pulling your bottom lip into your mouth with your tongue to wet it, you tried to clamber onto any resemblance of a conversation you were having, “Um, I’m not- I don’t” you sunk into yourself, too scared to say anything in case you embarrass yourself.

You could feel your cheeks heating up and you gazed down to your feet, going silent.

Hizashi wasn’t the smartest guy at the school, but he definitely wasn’t blind, he immediately noticed you lock eyes with something behind him and he wanted to know what, he turned his body and then his head sideways to look behind him.

“Ooooh, Hey Shota!” he shouted with glee when he realised his classmate was standing behind him. “Hi” was muttered as a response. Hizashi switched between your pink cheeks and the guilty grey eyes of Shota, it didn’t take him long to put two and two together.

“Is it...?” Hizashi whispered to you not-so quietly, and you vigorously shook your head to say ‘no’, he just grinned at you and then turned his attention back to the man behind him.

“Shota, this is Y/N, have you met?” Hizashi introduced him to you, officially the two of you had never spoken to each other but you had taken a great interest in one another. There was a lot of staring going on from both parties.

“No, I don’t believe with have” Shota said calmly, even though the mist of a blush ghosted over his cheeks he seemed as though he was unfazed by the situation. “Aizawa, Shota” he announced, putting his hand out for you to shake it. 

You giggled at how formal he was being, you were at a school dance and here he was trying to shake your hand, but you took his hand none the less “Y/L/N, Y/N” you followed his lead and introduced yourself.

“That’s a lovely name” he lowered his head for a moment as a form of tiny bow, you smiled at him, there was something about his presence that gave you a sense of ease, you felt safe and protected.

Your small hand shake had started to go limp but it seemed like neither of you were going to let go any time soon, not sure of what to say you just sat in the silence you stood there basking in the comfortable silence.

“We’re in the same Hero Class aren’t we?” Shota instigated the conversation again, you were really bad at this, it felt like your tongue had a rock on top of it and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t lift your tongue to talk.

Nodding, you noticed that Hizashi had managed to wander off without you noticing, you were so focused on Shota and not messing this up. “I don’t know how we haven’t met before now” you managed to say something at least.

Your hands had fully stopped shaking and you were now just holding hands in an awkward way, “Probably because I don’t like to make myself known” he shrugged casually.

You couldn’t help but make note of how cool and nonchalant he was, and paired with the black suit and shirt he was wearing made your heart skip a beat. Nervously you let go of his hand after seeing him notice the lingering handshake as well, “I do the same to be honest” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Almost immediately the hair fell back down in front of your hair, you lifted your hand up to repeat the action more assertively but Shota grabbed your hand to stop you, then using the other hand he did it for you. His finger tips brushed your temple and glide across the top of your ear and back down again, he did this a few times until the hair decided to stay.

Clearing your throat with a timid cough you avoided eye contact with him, you’d spent so many hours staring at the side of his head during class while trying to pluck up the courage to talk to him, and now that you were presented with the opportunity you couldn’t think of anything to say.

There was so much you wanted to talk to him about, so many questions you wanted to ask him but without the courage to form the words in your mouth. 

“Do you want a drink?” he offered you, gesturing to the punch bowl on the table next to you, as he stretched his hand outwards to reach for the ladle you ghosted your hand over his forearm to try and dissuade him, “I wouldn’t if I were you” you hastily said.

He widened his eyes, seemingly startled, “Why not?” he asked, swivelling his head between you and the punch bowl, “Hizashi was trying to put vodka in it earlier so I wouldn’t trust what else he’s done to it” you chuckled, recalling being in a similar position with your friend only moments earlier.

Shota shook his head and let out a small laugh of his own “Hizashi” he scorned with humour. 

You bit your bottom lip, wanting to summon as much courage as you possibly could, “Would you-” you started, gaining his attention that you no doubt already had, “Uh- would you like to dance?” you asked, pointing to the dance floor next to you. Hopefully you weren’t being too forward.

But the lingering feeling of his rough fingertips on your palms was starting to fade and you were desperate to have more contact with him. There was a glimmer of worry in his eyes which was quickly replaced with what seemed like excitement, “Sure” he nodded, offering you his hand.

Without hesitation you took it, loving the feeling of physical contact with him again, as he lead you towards the dance floor.

Everyone was dancing in their friendship groups, all the popular pretty girls were stood in a circle as they swayed to the beat of the music - on the other side of the room the more athletic guys were staring at the girls.

You weren’t quite sure why you asked him to dance, you had two left feet and no sense of rhythm, but you really wanted to impress him. He lead you to a free space on the floor, it wasn’t in the centre so you could try and bend in a bit.

He stopped in the opening and turned to face you, hesitantly you put your hands around his neck, the music was slow luckily so all you had to do was sway. The side of his mouth curled up into a smile as he placed his hands cautiously on your waist and started to sway with you.

“I feel like everyone is staring at me” you whispered through gritted teeth, not wanting the people around you to become suspicious. People were definitely staring at the two of you dancing together, probably because it was the first time they’d seen either of you interact with another person.

“They should be staring” he replied and glanced around the room, not caring about being subtle. You looked at him with a confused look, he seemed like someone who never wanted attention of any type, so why would he say that.

“Huh?” you uttered and he smiled at your cute reaction, “If I were them I would stare at you too, you’re beautiful” he complimented you, he shied his eyes away from yours as though he was trying his best to be brave.

Just like that your blush was back again, you didn’t know what it was about Shota Aizawa but he made you speechless, you too wanted to hide behind his long black hair.

The two of you danced for a while, your arms always around his neck and his hands on your waist, the music blared through the huge UA speakers but nothing could touch you in the little bubble you and Aizawa had made.

The music reached the two of you but nothing else could touch you, it was just you and him, sharing sweet compliments and each other’s company.

There was a calm feeling you had when with him, you never felt the need to talk to fill the silence or over-exaggerate your accomplishments to impress him, his company was comforting.

His eyes only left yours when he made a cheeky comment or said something bold, the rest of the time he looked at you - really looked at you. Throughout high school you’d felt like the quiet kid, not the weird kid no one likes or the popular kid everyone wanted to talk to, at least they were remembered. You were the forgotten one, people would say “Oh yeah Y/N” as though your being had slipped off the earth for a moment.

But not with Aizawa. He saw you completely and fully, you felt like there would never be a moment of you not existing in his mind, his attention was yours and yours alone.

Before you knew it hours had passed and you’d spent the whole night chatting, Shota gestured towards the exit without saying anything but you knew what he meant, you nodded enthusiastically and followed his lead.

Quickly, you shot passed the teachers supervising the dance and sprinted after Shota down the hall, even though his fingers were entwined in yours it was hard to keep up with him.

“Where are we going?” you whisper shouted to him when he got to a door you’d never noticed before, “You’re going to love it, I promise” he grinned to you and pushed open the door to reveal metal stairs.

There was a voice in the back of your head telling you that you were going to get in trouble for this but Shota made you feel so safe and protected that you pushed that voice back down into the pit of your mind - you’d spent your whole life being cautious, you would allow yourself this.

Shoes clanging against the metal stairs, you watched the back of Shota’s suit as he lead you through another door, he twisted the handle and what you saw made your jaw drop.

“H-How did you find this?” you asked him star-struck, you were on a section of the school’s roof that overlooked the city beyond the trees, the lights twinkling just as brightly as the stars above your head.

Little flower pots littered the roof, you watched as Shota proudly grazed his fingers through the petite petals, “I come here to study or think, no one else knows about it” he raised his face towards the night sky and drank in the starlight.

Everything was so beautiful up here, including him, the moonlight emphasised his chiselled jawline, “I’d be happy to share it with you, if you like?” he turned to you and extended his hand out to you again, somehow you’d let it go amongst all the running. 

“That would be nice, I’d like that” you smiled softly as he slowly pulled you into him, you were closer than when you were dancing, he put one of his hands on the side of your face as his eyes scanned over every single feature.

His eyes flicked down to your lips, instinctively you leaned yourself up towards him wanting to be even closer. He joined you bowing his head down until your lips were almost touching but neither of you wanted to take the first move.

You could feel his sharp exhale on your skin as you both waited in anticipation, “I would like that too” he whispered, it was so quiet that if you weren’t hanging on his every word you would have missed it.

Finally Shota took the first brave step and opened his mouth, indicating that he wanted you too - excitedly you mimicked his motion and connected your lips. His hand cupped your jaw lightly as your hand snaked around to the back of his head.

Even though your eyes were closed all you could see were fireworks, the rhythm of your heart beat mixing with the euphoric scent of Shota’s cologne put up a fight against the beautiful stars above you both.

When you both broke for breath you didn’t pull away, you stayed close to each other, allowing the other into their space and letting down every guard you’d put up - this felt so right.

This rooftop was your special place for the rest of your time at UA, a place you knew you would never be interrupted by the noise of high school drama or homework, a place as loyal to you as Shota himself.

So much so that you knew exactly where to find him when he became a teacher at UA in his adult life, you would visit him on his lunch breaks and continue to tend to the almost dead garden.

Unfortunately, you didn’t marry Shota on your rooftop, that was done in a venue more suitable for everyone else, but it is where he proposed to you and where you spent every anniversary for the next 60 years.

[fangirlxwritesx67]

Pull Your Hair

Dean x Reader, 1300 words Explicit, phone sex, dirty talking, language, sex toys, hair pulling, discussion of rough sex and fucking A/N: If you’re used to my usual swoony fluffy fic, this is not that. This is straight up dirty talking PWP. I don’t think I quite got to degredation, but I tried.  This fic was prompted by @rockhoochie who tossed out the opening line. I couldn’t get it out of my head for days and here you have it.  Thanks to @there-must-be-a-lock for the beta and “no she couldn’t��� lol

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I'm just getting tired of pulling my own hair and degrading myself

You were half kidding when you messaged Dean, wanting a reaction, your teasing tone a cover for your deep loneliness. The first time you hooked up, he told you that he traveled a lot for work. As your occasional trysts grew into a real relationship, you learned more about who he was and what he really did. The whole “family business” of saving people and hunting things. 

But no matter how often he was gone, you never stopped missing him. This time he had been away for so long, and you were desperate to see him again. Your lips ached from missing him. Your skin buzzed, feeling too tight and touch starved. 

No one else was quite like Dean. No one else could tap into your deepest desires and give you the things you barely even asked for. All it took was a hint, and consent, and he was making your wildest dreams come true. He would pull your hair and talk dirty to you, if you asked for it. He would also go down on you for hours and treat you like a pampered queen. 

He was the first man you had ever been with who didn’t find you too much. He had enough depth to be whoever you needed.  Whatever you wanted, he was eager to give you. Rough sex, soft sex, quickie sex, loving sex- didn’t matter, because with him you felt safe. Free enough to express your needs, expose sides of you that had always seemed too much before. 

So yeah, sometimes he pulled your hair and talked dirty to you. And you loved it. 

Your phone rang and you picked it up. 

“Feeling lonely, baby girl?” His voice was low, just this side of a growl. 

“Just missing you, Dean,” you answered eagerly. Just talking to him was enough. You felt that familiar rush of wet arousal between your legs; so responsive when it came to him. You shifted, pressing your thighs together. 

“Of course you are, you needy little slut.” You bit your lip to stifle your whimper, and the sharp pain sent a jolt through you. Dean heard you gasp and chuckled. “So thirsty, aren’t you? Bet you’re going crazy, thinking about my cock.”

You sighed softly and opened the drawer in your nightstand that held your toys.

“Getting your favorite vibrator out, are you?” Dean knew you so well. “No, not that one. Get that wine colored one, the one that works you over inside and out.”

You swallowed hard. 

“You think I don’t know?” His words were low and relentless. “I know all about your little collection. Thought about how much fun you must have, how pretty you must look getting yourself off. “Don’t put it in, not yet. Just start slow. I plan to make you wait.”

You did whimper, then. Dean continued. “Always so eager, sweetheart. Bet you’re so wet, aren’t ya? Wish I was there, wish I could taste how sweet and ready you are.” 

You turned up the setting, letting your legs fall open as your breathing quickened. 

“What are you wearing, sweetheart?” 

“Uh.” It was hard for you to pull your mind back, to form words. “Nothing.”

“Oh yeah?” You could hear his grin. 

“You laid out on the bed naked, all bare and sexy? Wish I could see those soft tits of yours. Touch them for me, I know you want to.” 

You obeyed, one hand rising up to cup your breast. 

“Play with your nipple, the way you like me to. Think about me biting it.” 

You moaned as you obeyed.

“Such a dirty whore. You’re so desperate to get something between your legs, aren’tcha? Tell me, let me hear you say it.”

“Dean,” you answered, “Yes, please, want you, want you so bad.” 

“Go ahead, slip it in, I know you’re waiting for more.”

You obeyed his command as he kept speaking.

“It’s nothing like my cock, is it? Keep thinking about stuffing you so full, splitting that pretty pussy open. And you love it, even when it hurts. You can’t help begging for it.”

“Please,” you whined. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through you as the vibrator throbbed inside you and on your clit at once, while his voice continued, relentless. 

“Such a beauty you are. I love you like this, so sexy and wound tight. Can’t wait to get you off. You’ll do anything I say, won’t you?” 

Your answer was a wordless moan. 

“Cockslut.” The thought of his full lips curving lasciviously around the word sent a shudder through your whole body. 

“Wish I was there to punish you like you deserve. Want to pull your hair and make you beg.  “Pull it for me, willya? Pull your hair.”

You obeyed, fingers tangling in your long dark locks. 

“Pull it, really yank on it. Tip your head back. Show off your long neck, wish I could bite it, mark up your pale skin so nice. Make it hurt so good.”

The hand in your hair reached up for your headboard and you felt the drag on your scalp as you wrapped your palm around the bars. You felt your hair tangle between the cold iron and your warm skin as your grip tightened. 

Your breath rose and fell in desperate gasps. 

“Yeah, let me hear you.” Dean’s voice in your ear was lush. “You always make so much noise, let the whole world know how hard I’m fucking you, how good you take my cock.” 

You pressed the vibrator harder between your legs, hips bucking. You didn’t even try to stop the wanton moans falling from your lips. 

“You wanna get off, don’t you?” Dean’s voice in your ear was close. “Tell me how much you want it, you dirty slut, my slut. Let me hear you beg.”

“Please, Dean, please, I want, I want-”

“Say it.” His command rang through your entire body. ‘Tell me what you want.”

“I want to come.” You heard how you sounded, pathetic and begging, and you didn’t care. “Dean, let me come, please, let me come. Let me get off for you.” 

“Go on, then.” You heard the desire behind his words. “Come for me, come-”

Whatever he said next was lost in the cry that wrenched from your throat as your orgasm rose up over you like a wave. Your knees shook, your toes curled, and your hand twisted in your hair. 

For a minute, you were lost in pleasure.

You heard Dean’s breath, through the phone, and you could imagine that he was there with you. He was the only one who could get you off like this. You felt so close to you but missed him all the same. 

“Was that good for you, baby girl?” Dean’s deep voice had shifted from degrading to affection, the same care that had enveloped you from the beginning. 

“Yeah,” you breathed, still a little high and weightless from your orgasm.

Dean sighed hard. “Can’t wait to see you, can’t wait to be there to make you come.”

“But you did, I came for you tonight, only you.”

“I know.” You could hear his smile in this words. You pictured those plush sinful lips, curling up with pride. “You came so good for me, my sweet little slut.”

In his mouth that dirty word sounded like an endearment. 

You rolled over, letting the vibrator drop, pulling the sheet over your chest. 

“Thank you, Dean,” you whispered.

“Anytime, my love,” he answered. “Such a good girl, mine, all mine...”

He may have said more, you didn’t know. His voice on your pillow was not nearly enough but it was the next best thing to having him there as you drifted off to sleep.

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