#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

[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.”

[sleptwithinthesun]

hello so welcome to myself and @themiseryandcompany being insane for 4.9K words. basically we went "LMAO what if d/c c/omics" and well here we are. enjoy a lil sickfic :)

note that some characters will use diminutizing nicknames but! everyone is 18+

second part of this fic, posted by kovu, is here !

Jason was planning on making this a quick trip to the Manor. Really. 

He came for a bite to eat—nothing even close to a family dinner, since that wasn’t really his style anymore—but rather to raid Bruce Wayne’s pantry, just to make the old man’s day a little bit worse. What he finds instead is not Bruce, stewing in his inevitable misery as he realizes Jason’s only come home to mooch off of him, but rather Dick, standing in front of the open door to the fridge. He’s gazing vacantly at the nutrition facts label on a gallon of almond milk and swaying slightly, as if he can’t quite keep himself steady. 

“Dickface, what the fuck are you doing?” 

He barely reacts to the insult, slowly turning his head toward the sound of Jason’s voice, and Jason winces. His brother looks like death warmed over, eyes hollow with dark circles underneath them. His nose is pink, too, lips chapped and slightly parted like he’s breathing almost exclusively through his mouth. Which, Jason realizes, he probably is. 

Concern quickly gives way to amusement. Jason’s often seen Dick in a bad way, but today, he’s looking particularly shitty. He snickers under his breath at the sight, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

“Oh, you look fantastic,” Jason hums wryly. Dick blinks, then blinks again like he’s finally registered the fact that Jason is standing right in front of him. 

“Sick.” 

He arches an eyebrow in a single, fluid motion. “Sick?” 

Dick shuffles toward him, not even bothering to shut the fridge. Jason reaches past him to give it a helpful push, then starts with surprise as his older brother practically collapses into his arms. “’M sick,” he whines, and if he didn’t look so damn pathetic, Jason would honestly shove the guy off of him right now. It’s not like Jason is especially keen to join in on the party. “I’m pretty sure I’m dying, actually.” 

“You’re not dying,” he huffs. “What is it, a cold? The flu?” 

“Don’t know. It’s bad though: chills, aches, and my stomach—” 

“Spare me the gory details.” Jason interrupts, grimacing. Dick sniffles noisily, as if attempting to fill the silence. Jason grimaces harder. “Where’s B?” 

“Away. With Damian.” He sniffles harder, and Jason’s tempted to punch him with a tissue. Anything to get him to blow his damn nose. “Something to do with father-son bonding. Why didn’t he do that with us?” 

“He did. You got a concussion and he was too scared to do anything else until Timmers came along. Speaking of,” Jason says, glancing around, “where is the kid? Hiding away from your germs?” 

Dick shakes his head. Why is he still burying his face in Jason’s chest? He lifts Dick by the shoulders and pushes his stupid, sick brother upright as Dick explains, “Already shared ’em. Timmy’s in his room.” 

Jason runs a hand down his face. He came by to raid the pantry, not to play nursemaid. He can make a sandwich and leave and no one can make him feel guilty for it. 

“Damn, that sucks.” He sidesteps Dick, heading for the fridge. He’s making his goddamn sandwich and leaving. 

“It’ll be only the two of us until Saturday.” 

Again, Jason says, “Damn, that sucks.”

He keeps his eyes trained on the fridge. He knows if he looks at Dick, even for a moment he will fall victim to those sad blue eyes and he’ll spend his evening tending to Dumb and Dumber (with Dick being Dumber, of course. He wouldn’t do Tim that badly). He’s going to eat and then he’s going to leave. He reaches for the handle…

“hH’ATSSH’h!”

Jason feels a tug at his heart strings. Damn it. 

“Okay, you? To bed. Now.” 

Dick’s expression is surprised when he lifts his face from his elbow, sniffling yet again. God, how is he a detective in Blüdhaven? The idiot can’t even figure out that he’ll give himself a sinus infection if he keeps going on like this. “What? Jason, I’m fine—” 

“You just told me you were dying,” he counters. 

Dick tosses his hands up, stumbling back a step as he somehow manages to throw himself off-balance with the action. “In jest!” 

“Dickhead. Go to bed or I’ll carry your ass up there myself.” Jason starts heading off in the opposite direction, already knowing that Dick is a lost cause. He’s likely to still be here when Jason gets back, and if by some miracle he actually listens, then Jason will at least know where he is. “Now, I’ve got a Timberella to find.” 

Naturally, Jason doesn’t go to Tim’s room first. He doesn’t even go upstairs. If he knows anything at all about his little brother, it’s that he likes to isolate when he’s under the weather, so his bedroom is probably the last place he’s hiding. No, Jason  starts with the library, the massive oak doors creaking open in front of him. Rows of books stare back, but there is no sign of life. He moves quickly toward their family den next. The various couches and seats were empty and the TV was off. 

“Timberly?” His voice reverberates against the walls, designed for the strategic amplification and absorption of sound for movie nights. Nothing. Perhaps the bathroom next. 

Jason’s frustration grows as he takes the stairs two at a time. He heads for the bathroom on the main floor when something out of the corner of his eye catches his attention—the door to the broom closet at the beginning of the hall sits slightly ajar. 

“He wouldn’t…” 

He fucking would. 

Jason genuinely has to search the closet to find him, though, which is almost impressive. Most broom closets aren’t very big to begin with, and this one is even smaller than usual, since the bedrooms are on the third floor, where Alfred keeps most of his supplies. There’s a bucket of cleaning supplies, a dust rag and one of those old feather dusters, an old vacuum cleaner with the bellows and everything, a socked foot poking out from behind it— 

Tim. 

The kid’s curled up behind the vacuum, legs tucked up to his chin, arms wrapped around his knees like he’s trying to make himself as small as possible. Jason can’t help the frown that crosses his face at the sight; it’s been a good four years since Bruce officially adopted Tim, and still, the kid retreats like this whenever he’s even remotely unwell. Still tries to be as unobtrusive as possible, even when his breath is rasping in his chest the way it is now and his cheeks are bright with the flush Jason’s come to associate with fever. 

“Aw, kid…” Something close to sympathy rushes up into his throat, and Jason crouches in the doorway. “Timmy, hey.” 

Tim doesn’t rouse the first time he calls his name, nor the second. He doesn’t stir until Jason wraps his hand around his notably warm heel and digs his thumb into the ball of his foot. When he finally cracks open his eyes, he looks almost as confused about his whereabouts as Jason is. 

“Jay?” 

Jason grunts noncommittally. “Yeah, yeah, I’m your guardian angel. It’s your lucky day. Come on, let’s get you out of the closet.” His lips quirk up at the corners. “Again.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Jason waves the comment off. Tim scoots around the vacuum and then pushes himself into a sitting position. It looks almost painful, the way Tim winces and digs the heel of his palm into his temple. “How was your nap?” 

“Mmph.” 

“Yeah, that sounds about right.” He doesn’t even bother trying to get Tim to stand up, just scoops the kid into his arms, bridal style. It’s telling that Tim doesn’t even try to protest, burying his face into Jason’s chest—what is it with his brothers and doing that today, seriously—and whining softly. “You doing okay?” 

Tim winces against him, like even the sound of Jason’s voice is too much. “Fine. Just… the lights.” 

Oh, Jason forgot about that. Tim’s weird with some of the sensory things already, and being sick makes everything that much more overwhelming for him. 

“We’ll be in Dick’s room soon, it’ll be dark there,” he reassures. Barbara had the nerve to comment on it once, quite a while ago, the difference in his attitude toward Dick and Tim. Jason chalks his gentleness with Tim up to how rocky their relationship was when Tim was first being fostered by Bruce. He doesn’t have the heart to put the kid through that again. 

(Seriously, fuck his siblings and their ability to make him feel things.) 

Tim hums in acknowledgement and goes about getting himself settled. Jason barely makes it to the stairs before Tim shudders in his arms, once, twice, three times with a set of stifled sneezes. 

“hpt’shh! h’tshh’h! hih… hp’TSH’uhh!” 

Jason manages to bite back his laughter. Barely. 

“Stop laughing.” 

“‘M not laughing,” Jason protests. He’s not, at least, not in any way that matters. 

Tim gives him a sleepy, one-eyed glare and only makes his shoulders tremble with more contained laughter. Jason takes the stairs a little slower so he doesn’t jostle his brother too much on their journey towards Dick’s room. Even through his own black t-shirt and Tim’s hoodie, he can feel the heat radiating from his thin frame. There’s no way he doesn’t have a fever, which means Dick is probably running one too. 

Surprisingly, he actually is in his room, though he’s not in bed. Instead, he’s rummaging around under it, and Jason barely pauses as he sweeps into the room and gently deposits Tim on the mattress, watching as the kid (yes, Jason’s aware Tim is nineteen. No, he will not stop thinking of his younger brother as the wide-eyed kid who arrived at the Manor six years ago) immediately curls into a ball, grabbing onto one of Dick’s pillows and squeezing it to his body. The habit is one Bruce frowns at, since he’s pretty sure Tim does it to stimulate the feeling of someone lying next to him, but it’s innocent enough and honestly quite cute. 

“Dick,” he says, a hint of warning in his voice. 

“I know! Just—” There’s more rummaging, things being moved around and something that sounds metallic falling and rolling around before Dick shouts “AHA!” and makes Tim wince, curl in on himself even more, and Jason glare harder. 

“Come on, get in bed and cuddle with the kid. You know he fucking needs it.” 

Dick just pops up with a loopy smile, a plush in his hand. “I had to get Zitka first, Jay.” 

Jason steps closer. “Did you take any medication?” 

“No!” Dick scoffs, then breaks into a splitting smile. “Yes. Just a little. I took—”

“Nyquil, yeah, I can tell.” 

What on earth possessed Dickwad to take Nyquil when doxylamine in any medicine makes him hyper, Jason doesn’t know. 

Dick tucks Zitka under his arm protectively. “In my defense, I was dying, but I feel much better now. I mean, half of the squad was out sick last week with the flu, so it was really only a matter of time before I caught it too.” 

“And then you hand delivered it to Timmy, wrapped in a bow and everything. How sweet of you, Dick.” Jason jerks his chin towards the bed again. “Bed. Cuddle the kid. I’m going to find a thermometer.” 

“Not the ear one, please,” Tim croaks hoarsely from where he’s still tucked into a ball. 

“I’ll do my best, but no promises.” Jason snaps his fingers to grab Dick’s attention where it’s shifted to Zitka and smoothing the matted fuzz of the stuffed elephant. “You. Bed.” 

The search, thankfully, is more normal than the one for Tim. He literally just ducks into the bathroom, grabs a thermometer—one of the tongue ones, since he doesn’t trust the reader on the forehead thermometers—and goes back to Dick’s room. He’s finally in bed, albeit keeping his distance from Tim, who looks absolutely crushed. Glassy eyes, quivering lip, the works. Dick is desperately trying to reassure him, but there’s a panicked look on his face that gives away just how much it isn’t working. 

“What did you do now?” Jason sighs, uncapping the thermometer. He truly doesn’t have the energy to deal with Dick’s Nyquil-fueled hyper-freakout; he’s still hungry and very much in need of his nonexistent sandwich that he didn’t get to make because someone had to be gross and sick and utterly pathetic in his proximity. 

The shit he does for his brothers, really. 

“He’s too hot to cuddle,” Dick complains. 

“You sound like Goldilocks. Fitting for the Golden Boy,” Jason mutters in return. Tim huffs a weak laugh, opening his mouth obediently for the thermometer. He’s really not looking good, face gaining heat by the minute and eyes getting more and more hazy. It’s anyone’s guess as to whether he’ll fall asleep first or start rambling about the acoustic properties of the room or something like that. 

The thermometer beeps after a bit of stillness, and Jason pulls it from between Tim’s lips to glance at the screen. “One-oh-one point one,” he mutters, reading the information aloud. While it isn’t good, he honestly expected worse from him. He wipes the tip of the thermometer on the hem of his T-shirt and then points it at Dick like a weapon. “Your turn.” 

“Ew, you didn’t even go wash it off!” Bruce and Alfred really do a bad job of keeping Grayson humble. He desperately needs to be weaned off of his silver spoon attitude. 

“They’re your germs!” 

Dick doesn’t bother arguing with that logic, and although he doesn’t look happy, he does open his mouth and accept the thermometer under his tongue. For a blissful moment, they wait in silence for the thermometer to beep. It never comes. 

Dick takes one sharp inhale. Jason can tell what it means by the way it’s written all over his face. 

“Don’t—”

“Hz’ATSCHhh!”

The thermometer slips out of his mouth and lands on his lap, face up. 100.4 flashes across the screen in little black letters. 

“Hello? I sneezed!” Dick whines loudly. Nevermind that it’s been three seconds. 

Tim reacts slowly, eyebrows furrowed. He wets his lips in preparation to speak, and manages a soft, “Bless you.” 

Jason narrows his eyes at Dick. “Whatever.”

“You’re rude,” Dick grumbles. 

“Better than being sick,” he snipes back. “Now, go the fuck to sleep.” 

Tim sighs, repositioning himself to shift a tiny bit closer to Dick. “Sleepytime.” 

“First in your life,” Jason agrees, stroking the kid’s hair and pushing the greasy locks out of his eyes. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to make myself a sandwich.” 

It’s nearing dinnertime—not that it means anything, Jason’s sure their eating schedules have been absolutely fucked over the past couple of days—when Tim shuffles downstairs, wrapped in a blanket and looking miserable. Jason’s been working on a chicken noodle soup, because he’s not a heathen and refuses to use Progresso. The flush on his face is spreading, migrating out from Tim’s cheeks to his cheekbones and down to his neck, which isn’t quite pink, but instead radiating with heat when Jason presses a hand to the back of it. 

“Jesus, Timmers,” Jason murmurs, gentle now that it’s just him and the kid. “Did you take your temperature again?” 

Tim nods sluggishly. His eyes are half-lidded, and what of them Jason can see are glazed with fever. Christ, how bad could he have gotten in the three hours since Jason left him and Dick alone? 

“What did it say?” 

“One-oh-two point one, I think.” 

Jason curses sharply under his breath. Tim sways in the space before him. 

“I feel really sick.” Tim’s voice cracks down the center of his sentence and splits Jason’s heart right alongside it. He imagines that this is how Dick was feeling a day or two ago which compelled him to rush home for comfort, only to return to an empty house aside from Tim. Luckily, he’s on the mend and no longer dealing with this alone. Tim, however, seems to be directly in the thick of it, and with his track record it could go either way. He could wake up in the morning feeling much better or his fever could keep spiking and they’d have to take a fun detour to the doctor’s office. 

Jason isn’t going to let it get any higher. Not if he can help it. 

“That’s a full degree,” he notes. That’s definitely not concern in his voice. “No wonder you’re feeling like shit.” 

Tim just hums softly, and then sits down in one of the chairs on the island, though not without difficulty. His coordination’s been so shot to hell by the fever that it takes him a solid fifteen seconds to pull the seat out, and then another thirty to actually climb onto it. “You makin’ dinner?” he asks, once he’s figured himself out and gotten settled as best he can. 

“Chicken and dumplings,” responds Jason. “Got out the stock and everything.” 

Tim nods tiredly. The blanket is slipping off his shoulder, but he doesn’t seem to notice. Instead, his gaze is slipping idly around the room, seeing things without really taking them in. “Sorry.” 

Jason nearly drops the scooper he’s been using to put the dough for the dumplings into the broth. “For what?” It’s a strategy—walk Tim through what he’s apologizing for to make sure it’s not just reflexive, and then counter him. 

Tim shrugs nonchalantly, but his hands pick at a loose thread at the corner of his blanket. He stares at a water stain on the granite countertop. 

“Dunno. For being sick, I guess.” Tim chances a peek up at Jason, who does his best to school his features into something casual and not open-mouthed gaping at Tim. “I assume you didn’t come here just to play nurse, right?” 

No, he came to make a sandwich. 

Tim definitely doesn’t need to know that. 

“I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d drop in and see what’s up. It’s just dumb luck that the two of you are sick as dogs.” He shoots Tim a softer glance. “I’m glad I came.” 

Tim twists a thread around his fingertip, dropping his gaze to the countertop once again. “Still, I’m sorry.”

Jason watches him for a long moment. This is not his area of expertise in the slightest. This is what Dick is good at. He is all heart and mushy, soft, feel-good phrases. He gives the best hugs. Jason will offer a beer and move on with his day. Tim does not need a beer right now. 

Jason opens the fridge and grabs a plastic water bottle off of the door. He uncaps it and sets it in front of Tim. “Drink this.”

“Throat hurts.”

“C’mon, don’t make me fight you.”

A ghost of a smile flashes across Tim’s face. He holds the cool plastic bottle to his warm cheek. It must feel good because he slumps forward in his chair. “I could take you.”

“Please.” It’s the only tactic he hasn’t really tried. Begging. “Just a little.” 

It’s quiet as Tim takes a slow sip. It buys Jason just enough time to think of a proper response. Finally, he says, “I’m not mad at you for getting sick. Nobody is.” 

Tim’s body gives a little shudder, like he’s actively fighting not to protest Jason’s words. “I… know,” he says haltingly. Trying to convince himself. “I can’t—my brain won’t stop telling me that I’m… you know. Doing something wrong.” 

Jason nods in understanding. He gets it, to an extent. He spent his first couple of months with B pushing his buttons, riling him up, seeing how far he could go before the old man got tired of trying and booted him. The difference was, Bruce never gave up on him, and Jason actually had the chance to see that. Tim was raised where any mistake he made was a threat, and thirteen years of that isn’t unlearned overnight. 

“You’re not,” he says. “I promise. And I’ll prove it to you.” 

Tim perks up a bit. “Oh?” 

“Stay here and keep an eye on the soup for me, alright? Nothing should happen to it, we’re just letting the dumplings cook. I’ll get the dick. And keep drinking your water.” 

It’ll keep him busy, make Tim feel useful while Jason goes up the stairs to drag his older brother out of bed and to the kitchen for an actual meal. He’s almost positive he’s been subsisting off of shitty cereal and tea, neither of which make for a good sick person diet. Hence, the chicken and dumplings; Tim has some textural issues with the way chicken is cooked in soups and Dick can’t stand the noodles, since they get soggy, so Jason’s made one of the dishes Alfred made him the first time he was sick in the Manor. It’s not quite a broth, almost like a gumbo in thickness, with cooked carrots and celery and slices of chicken dumped in among Southern-style dumplings, which are pretty much just puffed dough. It’s a substantial meal that should, at the very least, satisfy his siblings without overwhelming them. 

Tim gives him a small nod and takes a small sip of water. Content that Tim is taken care of, Jason heads back up the stairs for Dick’s room. He nudges the door open with his hip and is surprised to find his brother still asleep. Dick is asleep on his stomach, Zitka tucked safely beneath his chin and his chapped lips are parted in stuffed up snores. 

It’s almost cute. 

Jason sits on the edge of the bed, hand settling on Dick’s back. His back rises and falls with each steady breath. 

“Dick,” Jason whispers. He receives no response.

“Dick,” he tries again a little louder. 

Jason sighs. He should just snatch his pillow and smack him with it, but all these years with these losers and he’s gone soft. He reaches up, hand carding through Dick’s sweaty bangs. “C’mon big guy, time to wake up. Dinner’s almost ready.”

Dick sniffles and then groans as he comes to. He yawns, and Jason stands up before Dick realizes that he was getting a crumb of kindness and asks for more. 

“How long was I asleep?”

“Three hours, give or take. You needed it. How’re you feeling?” 

Dick rolls onto his back while he takes inventory of his symptoms. He snuffles consideringly, then finally settles on a frown. “Gross.” 

“Yeah, you look gross. Get up so I can feed you.” 

“You made food?” Dick asks, completely ignoring the insult. 

Jason snorts. “I’m the only functional cook out of the three of us, of course I made food.” 

Dick shoots him a grateful look that immediately morphs into a nose scrunch, followed by his face twisting up, a sharp gasp, and him bending forward into his blanket. “h’AZT’shu!” 

“How’s your fever?” 

“You tell me, I’ve been asleep.” 

Fair enough, Jason concedes mentally. “Hang on.” 

The thermometer isn’t lying on the bedside table where he left it. Tim must have taken it to the bathroom and washed it off, which. Well, Jason wouldn’t want more of Dickface’s germs either, and with Tim’s whole… internal situation—Jason still hasn’t gotten the full story on how Tim lost his spleen—washing it off before Tim uses it is probably for the better. Jason snatches it and heads back into Dick’s room, only to find his brother with his face in his elbow again. 

“hiHH’ATSH’h!” 

“Is that the last one?” 

“Probably.” Dick sniffles, and Jason looks around the room for a tissue box. He was tempted to throw one at him earlier, but now, he’s really going to go through with it. Of course, Dick lets himself get smacked by it, but perks up when he registers what he’s been hit with. “Ooh!” 

“Seriously? That’s your reaction?” 

He just shrugs, completely unbothered as he plucks a couple out of the box and presses them to his face. “I forgot they existed.” 

“You sound like Tim when he’s talking about sleep.” 

“You’ve got a terrible bedside manner.” Dick mutters into the folds of the tissue. Luckily for Dick, and everyone else, he does not have the life calling to be a nurse so he’s not really worried about his bedside manner. 

“Stop complaining and come eat,” he sighs. Dick makes a show of getting out of bed, tossing his sheets aside and gripping his head as he sits up and then with a heaving sigh, clambers to his feet. Jason isn’t impressed by his act. At least that’s what he tells himself, even though he holds out a protective hand in case Dickface decides to princess-swoon and faint into his arms, but Dick steadies himself. Finally. 

The walk down the stairs is normal, which is concerning. A healthy Dick (and a sick one, too, given that one time he had a concussion and decided being upside down was somehow less painful than lying down) will at the very least slide down the banister, if not walk down it on his hands. But now, he’s just plodding along in front of Jason, clearly wiped out. 

“Jay,” Tim calls from his seat at the kitchen island, twisting his entire body to see his and Dick’s slow approach. There’s a hint of panic in his gaze, although he’s mostly calm. His tone, when he speaks again, is matter-of-fact. “I fucked it up.” 

“What do you mean, you fucked it up?” 

“I fucked up the chicken and dumplings.” 

“I figured, kid,” he says, rounding the corner. Nothing seems off to his first glance around the room, but at the same time, it’s Tim. “I’m asking how you fucked it up. You literally haven’t moved from your seat.” 

Tim frowns. “Yeah, I did.” 

“Pretty sure you didn’t. You haven’t even changed position.” Dick walks away from Jason and pulls out the stool next to Tim, sitting down next to him and rubbing an absent hand over Tim’s back in an effort to calm him down. His breathing is growing more erratic, and he’s blinking rapidly, like he’s trying to clear his vision. Like he’s going to— 

His face crumples. 

“Shit, don’t cry—” 

“t’zsch! Tshh! iH’SHh!”

“Ah,” he nods sagely, like he’s uncovered some great secret. “Bless you.” 

“Bless you, Timmy.” Dick croaks from Jason’s other side. 

“issch! –t’SCHhu! h’ksSH! hh’TSHh–!” He cuts off with a breathy gasp, shoulders twitching upward as he builds up yet again, only to lose the oncoming sneeze. Jason and Dick patiently watch Tim, waiting for him to lift his face from his elbow. 

“Ble—”

Jason holds up a hand to pause Dick. “Wait.”

“ih’sCHH! ih’tZSCH! Ow.”

Jason nods in finality. He’s done. “Bless.” 

Dick winces, having the heart to look a little guilty. This is his fault after all. “Yeah, fuck, man. Bless you. Like, ten times.” 

Tim sniffles, wiping at his nose with his shirt sleeve and looking miserable. “Id was ondly ndide,” he corrects stuffily, and Jason immediately searches the vicinity for tissues. Of course, they’re nowhere to be found, and he gives Dick a glare his older brother doesn’t notice, too busy staring after Tim. To be fair, the fit was a lot, especially for Tim. Kid doesn’t usually sneeze that many times in those kinds of fits, where there are pauses between sneezes and everything. 

“It’s an extra blessing for the future,” Dick says, and Tim rolls his eyes. 

“Cand I trade?” he deadpans. 

Dick splutters. “What do you mean, can you trade? For what?” 

“I’ll give you all your germbs bagk.” 

“That’s not a trade, you’re not getting anything out of it.” 

“I gedd to nodt be sigk.” 

“He’s got a point,” Jason says, turning back to the stove. “Tim, you didn’t fuck this up. Like, at all. What are you talking about?” 

“I didd’t…” Tim frowns, his eyebrows pinching together in confusion. “I thought mbaybe I…I dod’t know.” 

Jason’s flicker of amusement ignites and extinguishes in the same breath. He watches Tim for a moment, the unfocused look in his eyes and then turns to the pot. “No, buddy. You did great. It’s fine.”

He pulls three bowls from the cabinet and generously spoons chicken and dumplings into each. When they’re full, he grabs utensils for the group and moves their food to the island. He slides a bowl in front of Tim and then one in front of Dick. 

“Don’t piss me off. Eat.” 

The loving gesture is wrapped in a thinly veiled threat, because Jason is allergic to love. Or, at least, he pretends to be, for the sake of his sanity. If he had to come to family dinners and do all that bonding shit and listen to Bruce yammer on about how it’d be so nice to have Jason home from college more often, then he’d— 

Well, there’s a reason he acts the way he does. Especially with Bruce. 

He does love his brothers, though. He can’t deny that, not even to himself. Sure, Dickface is annoying every second of the day and Timbalina can’t tell fault from fiction, but they’re both… easy to be around. In the most abstract sense of the word easy, of course. They’re absolute nightmares, but they’re not trying to forge a connection that just isn’t there while refusing to put any of the work in themselves. Jason’s always found that his relationships with the two of them are mutualistic. They reach just as much as he does. 

And looking at them now, he’s glad he stopped by.

[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…”

[beels-burger-babe]

A Pain You'll Soon Regret - Pt. 1

***This...This is glorious. Oh ho, I will most definitely give you this fic @millenniumofpain! I will do so gladly! Thanks for sending in this great request!***

Poly!MC Summary: MC and the demon lords get in a fight resulting in MC leaving. They planned on going to Purgatory Hall until things cool off, but they never quite make it there. TW: Heavy Angst, Violence, I don't know what to tag this, but there is a pretty nasty verbal fight, Gore/Injury Part Two: HERE, Part Three: HERE, Part Four: HERE

You growled to yourself, angrily wiping tears from your face, as you marched away from the House of Lamentation, away from your partners.

Well, you said marching. It was more of a stumble what with the way your intoxicated brain could barely walk forward. You wished you could say you didn't know how things got like this, but the evidence had been there all along. It was in the slow build of tensions that increased and increased until they overflowed. It was in the way everyone would bite their tongues more and more frequently rather than communicating their thoughts.

Everyone had little things about the relationship between the eight of you that bothered them, and no one said a word until the words could no longer be held back.

It all started after you came back from clubbing way past curfew with Asmodeus.

The two of you were definitely drunk and were giggling messes as you did your best to hold the other up.

You both jumped when the hallway light turned on to reveal Lucifer and the others waiting there for you.

You bit back a sob as you thought of the vicious words that came out of their mouths.

"You're so reckless! Do you know what could've happened to a human like you this late at night in this state?! For Diavolo's sake MC, I expected this behaviour from Asmodeus, but I expected more from you!" Lucifer shouted Asmodeus groaned and leaned against you. "We were just having some fun. It's my date night. Don't get your wings in a twist." Beelzebub glared at him. "Just because it's your date night with MC doesn't excuse you putting them in danger. You couldn't even defend yourself right now, forget about defending them!" You frowned and stepped forward. "Guys relax. Nothing happened." Mammon scoffed, "That's always how it is with you! You think that just because nothin' has happened to ya that it's fine. You ain't invincible MC. Gah, it's like you're just throwin' ya self into dangerous situations just to get us to come to save ya again!" Satan raised an eyebrow at Mammon's comments and crossed his arms over his chest. "Maybe that's what they want. Attention. Is that the real reason why you keep being so reckless?" he tsks and scowls at you, "If you wanted attention MC you could've asked one of your seven boyfriends." You looked at them all with wide eyes. "Wha- I do NOT do all of this for attention!" Levi snarled, "Then why do you do it? Huh? Why else would you get drunk in one of the most notorious clubs in the Devildom? Why else would you date all seven of the Lords of the Devildom?" You stepped back as though you had been slapped by Levi's words. You glanced around at the others, but no one rose to your defence. You met Belphie's gaze hoping, that maybe as the only one to have not spoken up, that he'd be on your side. He just snickered and gave you a perplexed look. "What? Don't expect me to step in. You got yourself in this mess." You stood shocked and hurt; almost unwilling to believe that your partners, the people who you thought loved you unconditionally, verbally attacked you. Anger bubbled and boiled inside of you until you couldn't contain it anymore. "If you guys have such a problem with it, then maybe I won't depend on you anymore! I'm reckless, yeah, I admit, but I never did it for attention and I certainly never put myself in danger just so you all could play the hero," you turned your anger to Leviathan, "And in case you forgot, you all agreed to date me! I thought it was because you all loved me as much as I loved you but apparently fucking not! So if you don't mind, I'm going to leave now like the attention-driven child that you all think I am!"

Not your classiest moment, but you didn't care. It was clear you weren't wanted at the time, and you were too tired to handle the brutal words that they were throwing at you. So you left. Which brought you here, stumbling your way towards Purgatory Hall, drunk, and sobbing as you shivered from the cold Devildom air. You could just see the shape of the Hall ahead of you when you suddenly tripped and found yourself tumbling to the ground. You winced as you felt your knees and hands scrape against the ground. You groaned and turned yourself over to inspect the injuries. "Just when the night couldn't get any worse," "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" You stiffened as three demons came out of the woods around you and began circling you like vultures about to swoop in on their prey. The tallest one snickered. "Looks like the Lords' little pet strayed too far from its masters. Lucky us~"

A shorter, rounder one smiled sharply as drool trickled from its mouth. "Their loss, our gain," it leaned forward and inhaled deeply before sighing in pleasure. "Oh, get a whiff of that fear~ Just, delicious! Do you think it's true when they say that human tears really do add seasoning to its meat?" You tried to scramble away from it, as your heart pounded in your chest, but yelped as your back bumped against a curvier one. Its long nails dug into your shoulders as it secured its hands near your neck. "Only one way to find out." You were in trouble. These demons clearly had no intention of letting you go. You needed to get out of there before it was too late. You jammed the heel of your palms against the back of the wrists of the demon that holding you down, while you leaned backwards away from it. You were able to get just enough slack to roll away from the demon before jumping back to your feet. You were still surrounded, but at least now you weren't defenceless on the ground. Progress.

You did your best snarl, one that you and Mammon had jokingly practiced together one day, and glared fiercely at them. "Do you have any idea who you're messing with? I could have you all killed with just a snap of my fingers. You have one chance to run away, or I promise you that no one will ever be able to find your sorry corpses."

The tall one laughed and smirked at you. "And what exactly are you going to do? Scratch us with your blunt little nails? Bite us with your flat teeth?" The round one perked and began to hop excitedly. "Oh! Oh! Maybe they'll summon the lords to do it for them! Such a pathetic thing doesn't stand a chance on its own."

The curvy one wore a sickening grin as it leaned down mockingly at you. "So, you gonna call your guard dogs or what?"

You froze. You couldn't summon the brothers. Technically, you could, but not at this moment. Not after that fight. They had basically screamed at you about how they were tired of you getting yourself into situations exactly like this and then come crying to them for help. And what did you do? Take off and prove them right. They didn't want to be your heroes. They didn't want you.

You were on your own in this, and there was no way you could fight and win. Without a second thought, you turned towards Purgatory Hall and ran. The laughter of the demons rang behind menacingly. You barely got five steps away before a set of claws slashed deep into your ankle. You screamed out as you collapsed roughly to the ground, making your forehead against the dirt road.

You twisted onto your side to see the round demon drooling over your heavily bleeding leg with a nearly psychotic expression. "I love it when they try to run." That was the only warning you got before it sunk its razor-sharp teeth into your calf. You wailed loudly in pain as you used your other foot to try and kick the demon off of you, but it wasn't so willing to let go of its meal. The tall one grabbed your arm, bending you foreword as it roughly folded it behind your back. You cried out as you felt your shoulder pop out of its socket and nausea swirl in your stomach. "Not so tough now, are you?" It purred in your ear as it licked the tears off of your cheeks. You choked on your sobs as it roughly bit into the flesh on your collar, and weakly struggled in its grasp. "Let go of me! H-Help! Somebody! Help me!"

The curvy one finally approached you, burying its fingers into your hair before harshly yanking your head towards it. You screamed before it slapped its clawed hand across your face. Bile threatened to rise out of your throat as you felt your own blood drip down your cheek.

Spots began to blur your vision as the demon leered down at you with its menacing eyes. You felt your stomach drop as a realization hit you. This was how you would die.

You whimpered as you thought of the brothers, and how you never got to even kiss them or tell them goodbye one final time. Hell, you didn't even get to see them smile at you. Instead, you were reminded that you could never be what they needed you to be.

You would die scared, in pain, and unloved.

The curvy demon laughed as it wrapped its hands around your throat. You struggled to breathe and whined as, for just a moment, you saw Belphegore choking you to death once more, and not this monster. You morbidly thought that it was only fitting for you to be killed the same way twice. The demon leaned closer to you, demanding that you meet its un-naturally yellow eyes as it smiled. "You realize it now don't you? That this is your death bed? That no one is coming for the pathetic little human. I bet no one would even-" Before it could finish its sentence a blindingly bright beam burst across the side of its face sending it flying across the ground. You could hear the other demon curse and began to take off as two voices shouted and more bright flashes were sent in their direction. As your vision began to fade, you saw tear-filled, innocent blue eyes look down at you and a small mouth framed by chubby cheeks try to speak. But it was too late. With a final whine, you felt your eyes roll to the back of your skull and your mind plummet into darkness. ***This request is just evil and I love it. There will be a part two. So stay tuned for more pain. Hope you enjoyed it @millenniumofpain! Thank you for allowing me to write this!!***

[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

Masterlist

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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Masterlist

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

[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.

[shlutnutt]

Shush It, Peter.

warnings: submissive peter, dominant reader, overstimulation, oral sex, sex toy use, mommy kink

"What's wrong now, Peter?" you ask Peter as he teleported through your dorm door, panting pathetically out of breath as he jumped onto your twin sized bed, burying his sweaty face on your fluffy oversized pillows.

"Come on, I just washed my pillows!" you'd raise your voice playfully at the silver-haired man laying exhaustedly on your bed, clothes soaked with sweat giving you a side eye lazily attempting to lift his head up. "Please let me lay here a bit, pleaseee Y/N!" Peter pleaded, as his voice muffled on your now sweaty pillows.

"Fine! But can you at least shower, 'cause god!"

"Help me."

Silence filled the room as Peter's worned out body mumbled nothingness in an adorable drowsy tone, supplicating for help to get in the shower. You are left with no choice but to help the sluggish man infront of you, pulling him up by his arms letting his heavy weight fall on you as you practically dragged him to your tiny bathroom throwing him on your toilet seat as you quickly turn around to head out, planning to give him privacy.

"No. p-please stay.." you hear the man say, causing you to turn around to face him, encountering the surprise of him massaging his bulge slightly through his pants. "What. are. you.. doing?" you proceed to ask shockingly as the man massaged himself whimpering softly not breaking eye contact.

"I-Im sorry, I couldn't help myself.. your s-shirt.." Peter whimpered now staring down at your breasts, which to your suprise you wasn't wearing a bra and was wearing an extremely see through shirt. "Well, shit." you mumbled to yourself, looking down at the mess you've made, having to fix it up.

"T-touch, me. Please." Peter panted, now attempting to unzip his tight jeans which made his hard member uncomfortable by the time. You stop him, demanding him to be patient.

Teasingly, you trace your finger on his bottom lip flicking it softly, watching it fall back to place as you trace your other hand down his chest, feeling his breathing escalate rapidly. "Calm down, baby. I wont hurt you." you reassured, tapping on his lap softly, making him jump slightly from excitement. "More.. please.. m-more." Peter groaned as you followed his needy commands.

You begin to lift your top up slowly liberating your breasts fully to Peter, as he watched whilst biting his bottom lip mumbling profanities under his breath nearly cumming to the view. "Please.." was all he said. "Please what? Use your words baby." you tease as you prepped your legs around his waist, straddling his form. "Can I please t-touch, m-mommy?" he whined. You were facinated to the sound of being referred to as mommy, quiet enjoying it actually.

"Touch me, baby." was all you had to say before Peter grabbed a handful of one of your breasts sucking on it aggressively, and breathlessly, proceeding to grab the other one nibbling on your nipples softly, you moaned to the sensitivity of them. Soon, stopping him before getting off of him causing a worried expression to appear on his face worried he had done something wrong.

"You did so good for me, baby." you reassured before getting off of him to dropping to your knees, carefully pulling his shirt from above his head messing his hair up on the way. Peter curiously and desperately watched your every move as you now unbuckled his belt dragging his pants down to his legs to taking them off throughly. With his boner now fully erect under his boxers you notice a tiny pool of precum sitting on his clothed tip, in which you guide your head to, licking it softly causing a loud whimper to come out of Peter's mouth, you now detaching your tongue from him getting up to go back to your room in search of your sex toy box instructing him to not touch himself leaving him clueless.

As you head back to the bathroom you hear loud pathetic moans, coming across to Peter pleasing himself desperately, releasing as soon as you showed up. "I-Im sorry.." he breathed in between pants, terrifed of what you walked in hand with. "Bad, boy." you exhaled on his face turning the vibrator on, sending shivers down his spine with the buzzing sound.

"You-you're not putting that on me.. r-right?" Peter asked agitatedly before you crashed your lips onto his to avoid his question. Making out sloppily you finding your way to press the vibrator onto his tip, overstimulating him for disobeying you. His loud moans in between the kiss made you want to tease him even more. Now massaging his balls lightly as you allowed your toy to buzz on him, you feel him twitch under you becoming closer to his orgasm.

"Cum for me, baby boy." you whispered in his ear leading him to his climax, feeling his warm liquid spit out on your hands. "That felt so g-good.." admitted Peter under you breathlessly, his cock now reddening from the pleasure you begin stroking it slowly, making Peter shake. "P-please no.. more.." he pleaded in between miserable moans.

"Shush it, Peter.." you shush him as you lower your mouth on him, firstly cleaning his juices up with your tongue before swallowing him fully, making him scream from the overwhelming overstimulation he was feeling. "Am I making you feel good, baby?" you tease onto his tip, kitten licking it seductively. "Yes, m-mommy!" he reponded pathetically as you suck the soul out of him. "Just a little more, honey you can take it." you reassure to the man that was soon about to cum in your mouth.

Choking yourself onto his swollen tip, you allow the man to cum saying "That's it, my love. Cum for mommy." swallowing his warm juices as he released almost instantly. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." groaned Peter, feeling his stiffness go through oh so much.

"You should probably shower." you playfully told him as he stood infront of you barely being able to move.

"Y-yeah.." Peter admitted before jumping into the shower, letting out one last huge sigh mumbling to himself how none of that didn't just happen.

[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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Where's My Raincoat? (Haiykuu!!)

Primary Universe

Summary: See the prompt above. Substitute hoodie for raincoat.

A/N: I love Hinata and Kageyama prompts - especially if they're lee Kageyama! Thanks so much for indulging me! I really love how their storyline is progressing through these fics and I can't wait to see where it leads! Enjoy! ^^

Word Count: 1,700

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“Kageyama, have you seen my raincoat?” Hinata asked, turning to look at his friend from across the gym. “I thought I left it right here.”

“I don’t keep track of your stuff,” Kageyama replied gruffly, zipping up his gym bag.

Outside, there was a bright flash of lightning, followed by a roar of thunder that made both of them jump.

Hinata hesitated. “Maybe it’s not safe to go out there right now.”

“Do you want to spend the night in the gym?”

“I mean, it’s not the worst place to get stranded during a thunderstorm.”

Kageyama grunted. “Sure.”

Hinata looked around for his raincoat again, even though at this point he was seriously considering just spending the night here. It was better than getting swept away by the insane wind or struck by lightning. Seriously, where was his raincoat? He’d left it right here, by his gym bag. It was only the two of them in the gym. If it wasn’t here and Hinata hadn’t moved it, that only left…

All of a sudden, all the lights in the gym went out at once, and they were plunged into darkness.

Hinata yelped in surprise, but Kageyama didn’t seem fazed. “It’s just a blackout, you wimp. Stop freaking out, already.”

Another flash of lightning lit up the gym for a split second, giving Hinata a brief view of where Kageyama was standing just on the other end of the net. Without thinking, he sprinted for him, wrapping his arms around him and tackling him to the floor.

“Ow! Jeez, Hinata, what’s the big idea-AHA!!” Kageyama squealed, blindly reaching for his shorter friend even as he felt giggles bubbling out of him faster than he could try to stop them. He grinned widely. “Nohohohohohoho! Dohohohohohon’t do thahahahat!”

“But I’m scared,” Hinata whined playfully, using another flash of lightning to orient himself and Kageyama’s positioning so he could shove his hands up under the setter’s shirt to scribble directly over his belly. “I want you to cheer me up!”

“You ihihihihihihidiot!” Kageyama giggled, but he didn’t sound angry. He squirmed underneath Hinata’s touch and snickered openly for several moments. “Stahahahahahap! It’s wohohohohohorse when I cahahahahan’t see you!”

“Oh?” Hinata sounded wickedly inspired. Kageyama felt a sharp mix of fear and excitement shoot through him at the teasing word. It was a good thing for him the redhead couldn’t see how big he was smiling. Hinata dragged his fingernails up and down his belly, careful to avoid that one spot. “Would it help if I teased you more?”

“Nohohohohohoho!” Kageyama pleaded, a whine in his voice he didn’t intend. He cursed himself. Surely Hinata could hear how excited he was. “Plehehehehease, Hinata!”

“Aw, what’s the matter, Kageyama?” Hinata chuckled, using a baby voice that Kageyama both hated and wanted more of at the same time. “Does not being able to see where I’m tickling you make it tickle more? Hmm? Does it tickle more when all you can do is focus on the tickling and the teasing and nothing else? Do you like it that way?”

“Stahahahahahahahahap!” Kageyama begged, bringing his hands up to cover his face even though Hinata couldn’t see him, either. “Plehehehehehehease, this is wohohohohohohorse!”

“But you’re not stopping me, are you, Kageyama?” Hinata chuckled, scraping his nails along the grooves of the setter’s ribcage now. “Maybe I should up the ante, hmm? Where did you put my raincoat?”

“W-Whahahahat?! I d-dohohohohon’t hahahahave your raincoat!”

“Well I put it with my gym bag earlier, and now it’s gone, and we’re the only ones here. So if I don’t have it, you must have hidden it somewhere.” Hinata used another flash of lightning to smirk down at his friend, inspired and encouraged by the wide-eyed look he saw for a brief moment. “Is that it, Kageyama? You wanted me to stay and tickle you so bad you hid my raincoat from me?”

“N-No! I d-dohohohon’t hahahahave it!” Kageyama was so flustered he could hardly stand it, finally reaching down to try and pry Hinata off of him through his giggles. “Plehehehehease!”

“Oh, well, that’s too bad.” Suddenly Hinata was climbing off of him, leaving him lying on the floor in confusion, sides and ribs still tingling from the leftover sensations, craving more. “I guess I’ll have to look for it myself, then.”

“W-Wait,” Kageyama stammered, frowning, disappointed. “That’s it? You’re not…?”

“Not what?” Hinata’s voice came from somewhere nearby, but the setter couldn’t see him to read his expression. To know what he was thinking.

“You’re not…not going to…?” Kageyama hated how pathetic he felt. “You’re not going to tickle it out of me?”

There was a pause. Then suddenly Hinata’s voice was right at his ear. “So you do have my raincoat.”

Kageyama gasped, falling back again, startled. How had he gotten so close?! He must have taken his shoes off to stay quiet, that sneaky little decoy. Still, he replied, “Y-Yeah, so I took it. What of it? What are you going to do about it?”

It was painfully obvious that he was baiting Hinata into tickling him again, and he hoped desperately that the redhead would understand him this time. There was a long pause. Then, without warning, Kageyama felt a weight settle on his legs, pinning him to the floor by his shins. His shoes came off first, then his socks. “H-Hinata?”

“So not only do you have my raincoat, but you lied to me about it.” Hinata scribbled his fingers along the setter’s soles. “That’s not nice, Kageyama.”

Kageyama let himself dissolve into giggles, too relieved to care that he was probably going to regret this in a few minutes. “Deheheheheheal with it, neheherd.”

“Fine, then.” Hinata grabbed the toes of his right foot to hold him still and scratched a single finger at the base of them. “Gonna tell me where it is?”

“Nohohohoho way,” Kageyama shot back, secretly thrilled that his plan was working after all. “Y-You’re nohohohot gohohohoing outside anywahahahay, right? Whahahahahat does it mahahahatter?”

Hinata laughed, finally letting his own façade slip as he dug all ten of his fingers into all ten of Kageyama’s toes, and soon the both of them were laughing openly in the darkened gym.

For a few minutes Hinata focused on his feet, then eventually moved on to his knees and finally straddled his waist to tickle his belly again, drawing out laugh after screeching laugh from Karasuno’s setter. The redhead kept up the “where’s my raincoat?” play the whole time, but it wasn’t until he pushed Kageyama’s shirt up to his chest that the taller boy knew Hinata was getting serious about this “tickle interrogation” thing.

First came the raspberries. Those long, horribly ticklish raspberries that made him toss his head back and scream with laughter, kicking and writhing and eventually begging for them to stop. He pushed weakly at Hinata, who used the opportunity to snatch up his wrists and pin them underneath his knees so he couldn’t fight back anymore.

Kageyama whined. “Plehehehehehease, no mohohohohohore!”

“Gonna talk?”

Another whine. “Nohohohohoho…”

“More it is.” But rather than go back to raspberries, Hinata carefully – very carefully – scratched at the place where Kageyama’s ribs met his belly, making the setter gasp and jerk hard beneath him, his giggles turning panicked.

“Nohohohohoho, not thehehehere, Hinata—”

“It’s okay,” Hinata said, but he stopped. “Just a little? Really lightly? I promise I won’t use it to torture you. I just want to help you like it again.”

Kageyama felt the heat of a blush rush to his cheeks just as all the lights in the gym suddenly turned back on. Both boys grunted in surprise, squinting and blinking to adjust their eyesight, but as soon as they had, their gazes met.

“Please?” Hinata asked. “Just a little?”

Kageyama hesitated. He did use to love having that spot tickled, but it had been so long…

“I…I need you to stop when I tell you to,” he said at last. “Okay?”

Hinata’s face lit up so much that Kageyama instantly felt at ease, knowing the redhead would be careful like he promised. “I will.”

The touches were light at first. Kageyama squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus on resisting the urge to laugh already, instead squirming horribly and digging his bare heels into the floor of the gym. He bit his lip but couldn’t stop the first few snickers from escaping.

“Wow, this is a seriously ticklish spot, isn’t it?” Hinata asked, more curious than teasing. He scratched a little harder, and Kageyama’s dam burst, laughter pouring out of him freely already. “Doing okay?” When the setter nodded, the redhead used all of his fingers to gently dig into that spot, smiling when Kageyama yelped.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!!” He laughed, bucking his hips, trying to dislodge the little middle blocker. It tickled so much already, and he was still being really gentle! “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! HINATA IT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!!”

Hinata beamed. “Hey,” he said, voice teasing but also sincere, letting him know with just that one word that he’d still stop whenever Kageyama asked him to. “Where’s my raincoat?”

Another jolt of panicked excitement. Kageyama whimpered, laughing despite himself, shaking his head and trying to block out the sensations for another few moments before finally crumbling. “THE STAHAHAHAHAGE!! THE STAGE, HINATAHAHAHAHA!!”

Hinata slowed to a stop, releasing Kageyama’s wrists but still sitting on him, grinning. “You good?”

Kageyama was blushing, but he didn’t care. He took in a big breath, let it out in a sigh. “Y-Yeah. I think so.” Then he lifted his head and smirked.

Hinata’s eyes widened in the split second before their positions were suddenly reversed, with Kageyama pinning him down and straddling his waist, wasting no time in digging into his bottom ribs, making Hinata scream with the brightest, loudest laughter. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHA KAGEYAMA!! I STOHOHOHOHOHOHOPPED!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, NOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Deciding it was really only fair for him to be merciful since Hinata had kept his promise despite his tendency to overdo things, Kageyama slid his fingers down to the redhead’s sides and scribbled there gently, enjoying the bright smile and helpless giggles he pulled from his friend.

“So,” he said, smiling wide, “still feel like spending the night in here with me?”

[neptunusscribit]

I woke up with my hands tied above my head, bound with a rope that dug into my skin. My feet were still touching the ground, but only barely. I looked around groggily. I must have been in some sort of cave, the air was cold and damp and there was very little light.

As my eyes adjusted I took stock of my situation. I was still wearing what I had on in the tavern last night, a tunic and some cloth pants, but my boots were missing. I tried to feel around for my pack, but my arms were bound too tight. I didn't feel its familiar weight hanging off my shoulder, so I assumed the worst.

I tried to think back to the tavern. We had been carousing, I tried to earn a few drinks with my lute and my wiles, in that order. Wasn't there something about an amulet? I got it in a haul a few months back, I was showing it off when someone must have recognized it. Drat. That was when the town guard showed up, grabbed me and hauled me off. But this didn't feel like a barracks, at least not any I had been in.

My eyes had adjusted pretty well, and so I took a good look around. A faint hint of light came in around a corner, that must be the way out. If only I still had a dagger on me- wait, was that a person? It was standing so still I thought it was part of the scenery. I saw it take a step towards me, just barely towards the light.

"You there!" I commanded, as best I could from my position. "Release me! I demand it!"

I couldn't see the figure's expression, but I swear he grinned. I also heard it in his voice, deep and amused: "What have they brought me today?" When I didn't respond, he took a few paces forward, and I could start to see his face. Human, maybe? If so, it was the most angular human I had ever seen. But his body was too muscular to be elvish, too smooth to have tiefling blood. When he grinned he looked mischievous, and his teeth stood out in an uncanny way. All it took from there was seeing a glint of light reflect off of his pure-silver eyes for me to recognize what I had encountered: a dragon.

The beast had shifted into its "human" form, though plenty of his features were still off. The skin was just slightly scaled, his fingers and nails just a bit too claw-like. His eyes, of course, were a solid mass that cought the light like a predator in the night. I'm sure he could have shifted to be a pure facsimile of a human, he just chose not to.

"Ah, she recognizes me." A teasing growl. "Good. I like my playthings to know what's about to happen. It makes them taste better." I shivered. Few ever escaped the clutches of a dragon, especially those of the Iron Dragons.

My haughty facade gone, I started to plead: "Please, let me go and I can make it worth your while. I have an amulet, it's priceless, you can have it and everything I own if you let me go." I couldn't kneel, or I would have. I tried to lean forwards, to walk as far as my bonds would allow, and the dragon seemed even more amused.

"Why would they have sent you to me if you hadn't done anything wrong? I can sense from your mind that you are guilty, and only the truly guilty are brought to this place."

I considered for a moment, and gave up my last bit of dignity. "If it isn't precious gems you want, maybe precious acts will sway you. Take me instead, and then set me free. I swear I will change my ways."

He smirked even more than before. "Oh. Oh, you sweet thing. That was already in the cards." In a flash he was directly in front of me, his scaly tongue pressed against my lips and his claws ripping my tunic open. I tried to pull away, but his grip was firm and his nails dug into my side. Soon my tunic was in shreds, my undergarments in ribbons as he clawed his way through the material. I swear his hands morphed, extending out from fingers into wide, padded claws. His chest felt like armor, hard and cold, but his mouth was hot. Within seconds I submitted. He groped my body, from my fingertips held high in the air down to my face, my neck, my exposed chest, my waist. His claws made a distinct impression, cold to the touch, padded in the center with sharp claws at the end, digging at my skin. He never drew blood, but I'm sure a couple places bruised with his eager grip. As he pulled his head away from mine, I saw his features had become even more angular. His hair had coalesced into scales, his ears subsided. His nose and mouth formed more of a snout than they had before. It was that snout he turned to my neck, where he licked across my collarbone, up the side of my neck, and up the back of my head.

He took his leave as I shivered, though I'm not sure if it was from the cold air or his touch. He stepped behind me, tracing my back with a claw, cutting away some more of my tunic. Almost like he was appraising me, inspecting my body. He made some contented noises, and I assumed he found me satisfactory. From behind, he took his claws and ran them up my legs, slicing my pants into thin strips from my knee to my crotch. He did the same from the back, letting my tattered pants drape around my thighs. With one last cut along my crotch, my last shred of decency was gone and I felt warm flesh slide between my thighs.

His cock, still warm in his human form, slid against my skin as he kicked my legs out from under me. Forced to stand with my legs spread and my arms in the air, he groped me from behind as he slid his cock over my entrance. Looking down, I could see its considerable length, pewter and black in the dim light. It was large, and growing every second. The sensation of his claws, his breath on my neck, his chest on my back, his cock rubbing my lips, it all got too much for me. I let out a moan, terse and short, but he latched on to it. Sliding faster against me, groping me harder, sliding a claw around my throat, he teased: "I think the plaything is enjoying herself." I moaned again, unable to help myself. In response, he took his claws and wrapped them around my hips, pulling my ass out towards him. Then he took the tip of his cock and pressed it gently against my entrance. "Will she beg for it?" he mused, and I could hear the toothy grin in his voice. "Will she cry out for me even before I've fucked her?"

I tried not to, but my traitorous whimpers turned into a plea. "Please, fuck me... Oh, please. Pleasepleasepleaseplease-" my quiet plea was punctuated by the shift of his hips, the length of his cock slowly sliding inside of me. Inch by inch, I must have been wet because it slid in without resistance. I gasped as he filled me up, and I leaned back to take more and more of him inside of me. The flesh was warm, though I felt the rest of him morph even as he began to thrust. His arms had begun to take on the iron sheen of his scales, and his legs had grown wider and more stocky. Each thrust had the animal power of a lion, each grip pulling me closer and closer to his iron chest. Soon he was lifting me off of the ground, his body growing larger and larger as he reassumed his beastly form. For my part, I took him as deeply as I could, sliding in rhythm with his hips, his pulse, his every movement.

Soon he had grown so large that I was several feet in the air. While my hands were no longer held high above me, they were still bound. I held onto the rope for support as he pounded into me from below. Soon after that, though, I felt a grunt as he leaned back and sat me fully on his dick. He spun me around so I could see his full form, sprawled out along the cave floor as his arms continued to bounce me on his length. His snout had formed fully into a dragon's maw, his arms and legs fully scaled like his chest. I thought I could pick out wings on the ground, though my vision was too blurry to tell. The one thing I know I was was those silvery eyes, piercing into my soul.

With my hands in front of me, I took the opportunity to touch myself. I hoped he wouldn't notice, or care, but he merely commented at my neediness: "The poor little thing wants to cum on a dragon, eh? How pathetic." His voice had deepened into a full growl, and though it was animal it wasn't angry. I whined as his cock pounded into me, as he slid me up and down like a little plaything. I rubbed my clit, feeling the repetitive bulging of my midsection every time he took a stroke. In and out, full deep thrusts guaranteed by the claws digging into my hips. I rubbed myself thinking about the cock buried deep inside me, about the clothes literally ripped to shreds around my body. I put on quite a show for the dragon, my half-covered tits bouncing as my back arched and I came around his cock. My body clenched, hoping he would take pity and slow down, but I had no such luck. He continued at the exact same pace and I swear I heard a cackle come from deep inside him. I shook, gripping the rope to avoid falling off while I came, gasping my breath with every new impact. I rode waves of pleasure as I rode the dragon himself, until I let out a long, shuddering moan. Only then did he stop, and even that was simply to readjust. Limp in his grasp, he reached up and sliced the rope holding me, letting me fall into him with my entire weight. Standing up to his full form, his full height, he rotated me so I faced away from him as he started his pounding once more. Limp, I shook in his grasp. He eventually took a more natural position, leaned over me and pounding into me from behind. I moaned and gasped in his grip, shaking and clenching is repose to pure stimuli, no longer capable of thought. For several minutes he pounded into me, and he grew more and more fervorous, more disgruntled. I slowly realized the cock he had been using was still warm, was still human. He must be consciously trying to hold his human form to avoid hurting me, I thought.

"I can take it. Give me your full power," I whined between thrusts. "Please, I need it. Give me everything. Please."

I felt him relax, felt his facade finally drop completely. The cock inside of me stretched and bulged, growing into its own. No longer just flesh, it became plated, ridged, and more than anything cold. I felt another shiver, and this time I knew where it came from. No longer holding back, the dragon hold my puny body in his grip while he took his last dozen thrusts. The metal ridges flexed rhythmically, almost like they were breathing, before they flared out as he came inside of me. Overstimulated in every way, I could do nothing but lie there, limp, as the dragon's cock twitched and pulsed, flowing cum deep into my womb. His claws began to relax, but my body hung there, sandwiched between the cold dragon and the icy floor with a steel spear filling every inch of me. The cum, unable to escape, pooled inside me, and it was the only warmth I felt for several minutes. After some time, I felt the dragon's breath begin to slow, his ridges contract, and his cock slowly, ever so slowly slide out of me.

Mostly naked, still bound, and weak from the pounding, I hobbled my way out of the liar and towards the light. Dragon cum oozed out of my crotch, my bruised and broken body could take no more. Sneaking past the sleeping dragon had been fairly easy, though I had more experience than most. It was nearly afternoon, and I saw the town to my left. The tavern was shitty anyways. I turned to my right and walked a quarter-mile or so to where I had stashed my real pack, complete with a dagger, a change of clothes, and a notebook. I cut my bonds, cleaned up in the nearby river (still not quite able to feel the warmth of the stream), dressed myself, and popped open the notebook. I flipped to the last page, where a long list of colors and metals sat paired with dates and, occasionally, notes.

I grinned in satisfaction and skimmed to the last line, remembering a dozen past adventures not unlike this one. At the end of the list I appended: "Iron - Seventh of Spring, Year twenty-four in the Valley. Would recommend."

[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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[annoyingloverbear]

ASANO GAKUSHUU X READER HEADCANNONS

Before you ask......don't ask. Yes I like assassination classroom too.

This is a HC about Y/n and Gakushuu attending the same high school.

Ohh boy do I tell you this boi fell hard for you.

And by 'fell' I mean literally fell.

It was one of those rare occasions his father being the disciplined father he is made Gakushuu walk home from school just because he didn't eat his roasted asparagus in dinner last night.

He didn't really mind tho. His home wasn't that far and he liked to see what's going on in the outside peasant world sometimes.

As he was passing a convenient store, he heard some commotion in the alley behind it.

He ignored it and started to walk his way, but he saw a glimpse of a grey uniform skirt and snapped his head towards you.

He saw you, clad in Kunigioka's grey uniform and surrounded by three tattooed bulk men.

"Come on little girl, just keep us company for some karaoke. You see my friends and I we all are really bad singers and would love some help."______"What makes you think I'm good at singing?"________" Oh I can tell you are naturally good at it little bird! Your angelic voice is like as sweet as honey to my ears."________"Back off."_________"What?"________"I said back off you pathetic excuse of a human being before I break your willy and shove it down your throats."________"YOU STUPID BITCH!!!"

He raised his hand, but before he could even swing you neck sliced him in the throat and kicked him down there. He clutched himself as you once again kicked him in his ribs and hope that the blow was enough to keep him down for a bit. You grabbed your heavy aluminium water bottle (those things hurt guys😭 not that I've been hit by one but I accidentally hit myself. it's a great, heavy yet non-obvious self defense tool so carry one around👍) and swung it towards one of his friends. A sickening clang could be audibly heard as you hit him in the head and Congratulations!! You eliminated one more player.

You turned around and swung it towards yet another person who skillfully twisted and yanked your aluminium bottle away from you. This person was similar to your build and was standing in a defensive position, so you kicked the only thing available to you, his shin.

You were surprised as you heard a rather boyish yelp as your victim fell to the ground and grabbed his aching leg. Only then you realized......

Shit it's the previous headmaster's son.

"Oh no!! I didn't mean to kick you are you okay?"_________"I'm fine thank you."

You moved your hand towards the part of his leg which was sprained and saw that he flinched. Clearly he was in pain and seeing that he took care of one of the guys who was hitting on you felt bad so you took him to your house to treat his injury no matter how much he refused.

That was it. That's how he fell for you.

He expected himself to fall for someone who was at the same level of genius as him, but apparently he was wrong.

Why you ask he fell for you? Because you were the only one who can kick his ass purple and speak sweet words to him at the same time.

Seeing that you were an average student, not too good not too bad, he didn't really have a problem with sharing his feelings for you with someone.

The first one to notice it was not Ren, but Karma. Or you could say that Karma found his theory to be correct as he eavesdropped on Gakushuu telling Ren about how he felt for you.

Ren, knowing his manipulating skills encouraged Gakushuu to manipulate one of the teachers to transfer you from class C to class A.

And so you did.

Gakushuu, Ren along with Karma and you. This was a particularly chaotic classroom.

You weren't really complaining, as your grades got better the day you stepped in the class. But you can't shake the feeling that ten pairs of eyes were watching your every movement.

(And lol that was so true😂)

Gakushuu only respectfully watched you and your subtle movements. The way you'd chew on your pencil or nails when you were stuck, the way your eyes turned big round and innocent every time you didn't understand a concept, the way you'd pick on your peach fuzz on your face when you were anxious. Every single habit, every little thing he loved about you, he would have it memorized. Heck when he was feeling stressed out about his future company finances (yes he's planning big) he would pick on his own peach fuzz and smile like an idiot as his heart relaxes and flutters at the same time.

Ren however, watched for your responses to guys. Every time the handsome professor walked in, (admit it, we all have one at some point in our life😏) you would sit up straight, your spine rid of any slouchiness from studying. The way you would cross your legs so your skirt rides up just a bit, and the way your gaze turned sly and your smirk naughty, yes this boy is serious about helping his best friend. Heck he would even come up to you and talk to you to get some type of reaction towards him, but figures out you didn't really like him (ouch!😢)

But Karma stared. And by stared I literally mean stared. Bore holes in the back of your head by staring at you too much. He didn't understand that a guy as corrupt as Gakushuu would fall for a disheveled angel like you. It's not that you weren't beautiful, but the combination of scary principal's son and a smol fluffy bean didn't seem very safe. At times you would even find Karma behaving as an older brother to you. And you weren't one to complain but rather happy that someone in here truly cares for you than judge you for your grades.

Add 7 other girls who were suspicious of you and that's all the people who keep staring at you during the time you're in class.

Every morning you hand in your homework, it was always Gakushuu. You would hand in your homework, he would scan it once and turn around to check others'.

But you knew better than that.

After school was over, you would make your way to the hallway but a strong grip held you back.

"We need to work on your Social Studies. You suck at it."______"But shuu!!!"_______"No buts. Get in the library and wait for me there."

He would drag you to the library and make you study your worst subject (which isn't fun at all🤢) but he would make it a LOT easier for you to understand.

Of course Ren gave him some tips to flirting. Hold her pinky, look in her eyes, compliment her and yada yada yada yada yada......

He did try one of them, but he almost had a heart attack from his heart beating so fast that he decided not to listen to his minio- I mean friend anymore and do it his way.

And honestly he loves his way!!

He loved the cute nicknames you made for him while you whined for him to release you. He loved it the way your face lightens up when he explains there was an easier way to solve an equation.

All the nervousness is his system had vanished.

He also got to the point where when you got an obviously easy question wrong, he would pinch your cheeks while grinning wide.

This made study time a lot easier for you.

You weren't aware that he was like that for and with you only. Only you made him feel that way.

But you found out soon when he got TOO comfortable one day and let it slip out.

"Y/n I think I have a crush on you."

As soon as he said it, blood rushed to your cheeks and drained from his.

Both of you were staring at each other for a hot minute before you broke the silence.

"You're kidding aren't you? I'm not even that smart or that much of a genius in anything. I- but-"

"Y/n I know that. But it's just something about you that I love. I- I can't express in words how much I adore you."

You were starstruck.

Asano Gakushuu. THE Asano Gakushuu likes you!!!!

But you still refused to believe yourself AND his words. Wondering if he was turning into a playboy like Ren.

All you could say was "Then show me."

The library was quiet and you two specifically picked up a spot away from other students, the librarian and surveillance cameras so both of you can goof off. Who knew that this was also the perfect place to kiss?

He gently took your hand as he first stared at your eyes and shifted his gaze to your lips. You acted confident as if you knew how to kiss but god knows you kicked the ass of your first boyfriend before he could even hold your hand.

His gaze stayed on your lips as he licked his and visibly gulped. You wanted to throw a snarky remark but seeing the boy was as edged as a cat you wouldn't dare.

Bringing one of his hands up to your cheek he slightly tilted his head as he came near you before stopping right where your lips weren't touching his but you could feel his minty breath. Obviously waiting for you if you were okay with this, you decided to close that painful space between the two of you.

As soon as your lips touched his, he was in charge. This wasn't a particularly deep or fast kiss. You weren't digging your tongues in each other's mouth but rather just moving your lips to each other, as if giving silent yet intimate messages to each other. His lips slightly glided over yours, and you definitely knew that the way he was kissing you, he was an expert hidden within an amateur. The kiss wasn't heated or passionate in any way, but it was sinfully sweet.

It lasted for about a minute, but felt like an eternity.

Pulling away he stared at you again softly before saying "Thank You" and intertwining your fingers with his.

You were too shocked to react to anything. You were an average student. You got into fights. Your mom always yells at you to behave. Your dad keeps telling you to improve your temper. Why the hell does this boy like you?

He noticed you were staring at him the same way you stared at the blackboard during class when the professor was teaching the quantum theory for the first time.

Now that this boy had finally kissed you, he was bold enough to reach out his thumb and running it over your lower lip before popping it in his mouth.

"Pineapple flavoured lip balm, huh? I thought strawberry was the preferred choice when it came to anything for girls. Including......" his eyes lowered to your legs which felt like they were bare naked in the tiny skirt.

"Shuu!!!! Don't stare at me!!" You shoved him away as he laughed and you covered your face with your sweater paws.

"I'm sorry dear. You are just so adorable I couldn't help myself." He said while stroking your hair.

Little did they know a certain playboy on the other side of the library was paying attention to them the whole time and a redhead was poking his head from above one of the bookshelves.