#tw subdrop

[forlorn-crows]

and so it goes

an aftercare fic to this one by @miasmaghoul. started out as some cute little musings about how absolutely sweet rain is to mountain after spending the entire night degrading him, turned into some weird 1.6k thing with subdrop and rain giving mountain the support i wish i had some years ago. im sorry if i've ruined the included billy joel song for you now, but it's so mountrain and i wont be hearing otherwise.

Pairing: Mountain/Rain

Tags (TW in red): edging, dom/sub, degradation, aftercare, subspace, subdrop, emotional hurt/comfort, mountain needs a hug, i wanna tear my hair out with how perfect they are,

Words: 1652

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Rain’s kept him on the edge for so long, he doesn’t know if he can form the words he so desperately needs to. They sit heavy on his tongue, the appendage much too dry and big for his mouth as the water ghoul works him over with skilled and precise hands. After Rain came—a result of riding Mountain’s cock like nothing more than a toy used for his own pleasure, keeping the earth ghoul hovering on the edge of orgasm with his magick so he wouldn’t bust immediately like he was wont to do—Mountain was offered a short reprieve as he caught his breath, the vice-like grip on his pleasure retracting some. 

Between the whimpering and the sniffling, Mountain probably only got one full lungful of air in before Rain’s hands were on him, stroking his stiff dick and squeezing his balls. He had nearly cracked his back with how fast he arched into it, gripping the sheets so hard his claws tore through them. 

He’s close again now, balls aching, cock straining. He can hear the blood rushing through his veins, feel every stroke, every caress, every swipe of Rain’s thumb or grip of his fist. It’s agony. It’s unholy. It’s so sinful that Mountain’s fully past any coherent thought at all, floating in nothingness, skin buzzing with pain and pleasure alike. 

“ S-sir, ” he slurs. 

“Oh, he can speak,” Rain says cruelly. “Ask for it, and then you can cum.” The hand on his balls squeezes harshly, wringing a voice-cracked moan from Mountain’s throat. A bead of precum spurts from the head of his cock.

“Pl–ea–ssee,” he strains. “Been— hnnn —good.”

“You have,” Rain admits. “But I need a little more,” he coos, “just a little more. Need to know you really want it.”

Mountain sobs, a high, wounded sound that says everything about how deep he is. “C’n I cum, sir?” he blubbers out. Really, he’s going to cum in the next two seconds whether Rain allows him to or not, but it rushes on that much faster once he manages to spit out the request for permission. 

Rain grins, all fang. Devious. Sinister. “Then squirt, whore,” he growls. His wrist twists just so, and Mountain is gone, cumming so hard his lungs burn and his throat goes raw from shouting some garbled excuse for thankyouthankyouthankyou . 

Mountain's down too deep to see how much he shoots over Rain's hands, over his own stomach. Each kick of his cock wracks his entire body and tears a cry from his lips. Rain's saying something that he can't hear. But through the haze his words are sweeter, slower—if Mountain strained he could hear the praise. But he doesn't.

Rain watches in real time his mind power all the way off, eyes squeezing so tight the tears spring from the corners and his entire face turns a rosy pink. He runs soothing hands over his thighs, hoping he can at least feel the intention behind it. Soon, his cries turn to whimpers, and he melts boneless into the bed, breathing hard and deep. 

It's not long after that the raspy breaths turn to snores, sleep taking him before he can even lift his head to look at Rain. 

He wakes to the feeling of a cool towel against his skin. Mountain blinks open bleary eyes to see Rain gently wiping it over his chest, cleaning up any trace of mess lingering there.

He hums, smiles crookedly. Mountain's still floaty, not quite all there just yet. 

"Hi love," Rain says warmly. "That feel okay?" 

He nods. "S'nice," he mumbles. His voice vibrates with a purr he too slowly realizes is coming from his own chest, low and rumbly and content.

Rain laughs, a sweet, melodic sound. "Still feeling good, hm?"

Mountain's eyes track up to his face, slow and sluggish. He blinks. "Wha'?"

Rain laughs again. He places the cloth aside, leaning down instead to place equally cool kisses onto his face. Mountain chirps in surprise, purrs getting louder the more kisses he receives.

"You stay down there as long as you'd like. As long as you need. I'll be here," Rain assures. 

When he sits back up, Mountain has a lovestruck look on his face. It's cute, Rain thinks. His big puppy. He tells him as much, cooing down at him until he blushes and buries his face into Rain's stomach, purrs so loud the water ghoul can feel it buzzing through him.

Rain cards his long fingers through Mountain's hair. He moves in rhythmic, hypnotic little patterns, scratching around the base of his horns and behind his ears every so often, just as he likes. Mountain's tail beats against the mattress everytime, to the water ghoul's delight.

"Rain," Mountain mumbles into his tummy. His arms curl around his waist, hugging him closer.

Rain intertwines his tail with the earth ghoul's. "Yes, my love?"

Mountain gives a pleased trill, peeking up at Rain with sleepy, affectionate eyes. "Will you sing t' me?" 

"Of course, anything you want." 

"The pretty one?" Mountain specifies. As if he ever asks for a different one.

Rain smiles. "The pretty one," he agrees. Mountain gives a pleased rumble and tucks his face back into Rain's stomach. The water ghoul isn’t sure why Mountain’s always referred to it as such; it’s really nothing particularly special. Though, Rain supposes, it’s become special to them. He takes a breath and softly begins to sing:

In every heart there is a room

A sanctuary safe and strong

To heal the wounds from lovers past

Until a new one comes along

Mountain sighs and gives another pleased rumble, shuffling closer and curling his entire body around Rain’s crossed legs. He cradles the earth ghoul’s head with one hand, running the other up and down his back. 

I spoke to you in cautious tones

You answered me with no pretense

And still I feel I said too much

My silence is my self defense

And every time I've held a rose

As if on cue, a shiver runs down Mountain’s back as Rain’s voice pitches up. He smooths over the goosebumps as he continues:

It seems I only felt the thorns

And so it goes, and so it goes

And so will you, soon, I suppose

But if my silence made you leave

Then that would be my worst mistake

So I will share this room with you

And you can have this heart to break

Rain hums the melody where the piano would play, glancing down at the ghoul curled around him. His shoulders start to shake, and he sniffles into the water ghoul’s shirt—attempting, but failing, to be silent about his tears. 

Rain stops. “Mountain, love, what’s wrong?” Immediately he shakes his head at the question, whining quietly. “Hey,” Rain urges, petting back his hair. “I’m here for you, can you try to tell me?”

Hurts , Mountain pushes into his mind. 

“Where does it hurt?” Rain asks gently. 

The earth ghoul pulls back an arm from around his waist, gesturing to his own chest. Rain can see his face screw up, a silent prayer to stop the oncoming sob that threatens to work its way out of his throat. In here , he says. He points weakly to the side of his head too. And here. 

Mountain drops his hand down and the tears start in earnest, his entire body shaking as they worm their way out. 

“Oh, love,” Rain sighs. He curls in on himself, draping over Mountain’s head and upper back. He can’t risk detangling himself just to get comfortable, less the loss of contact make him spiral further. “I’m here. It’s alright, just let it all come out.”

‘M sorry. Even the voice from his mind is watery, remorseful. All at once he crashes, the endorphins finally running out and shifting into anxiety and shame. He sobs into Rain’s torso—awful, gut-wrenching noises that shudder from his body involuntarily. Sobs that make Rain’s heart simply ache .

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he whispers into Mountain’s hair. “Absolutely nothing at all.”

Was I good for you? The question hits Rain like a ton of bricks; he knows how Mountain is feeling, of course he does. It’s an unfortunate symptom of floating on a high for so long, of letting Rain do absolutely heinous, disgusting things to him in the name of pleasure. That doesn’t mean it hurts any less to hear, especially in such a meek, small voice. 

“Shh,” he soothes. “The best. The best I could ever ask for. You always, always are.”

Mountain bawls, shaky arms gripping him like a lifeline. And Rain just holds him. Holds him with all the love he can muster, all the stability he can offer. There’s so much more he could say. But it goes unsaid, doesn’t need to be said. 

Once Mountain calms a little, the sobs turning more towards hiccups and sniffles, Rain sits up again. “Not going anywhere,” he reassures before Mountain can protest. “Do you want me to tuck you under the blanket?”

The earth ghoul scrubs his face into Rain’s t-shirt in an effort to signal yes . 

Rain combs through his hair. “Okay, love, I’m just gonna reach for it, and I’ll tuck you in.” He grabs the comforter from its crumpled heap at the foot of the bed and drags it up to Mountain’s huddled form. “There we go,” he soothes, adjusting it so it’s tucked nice and snug along his backside and draped half-open at his face. 

Mountain chirps quietly, the closest to a thank you he can muster for his mate. 

“Anything for my love,” Rain answers, placing a soft kiss on one of his horns. It may not be enough to make the unpleasantness go away, but for now it helps ease a little more of the hurt. Mountain shuffles close and sighs.

For now, it’s enough.

[himbos-hotline]

ay, congratulations my uce on gettin' yo mans! 💙

thank youuuuu!! I havent really stopped stimming since it happened

[womenloverlmao]

Spencer Reid Imagine

SMUT.

I took inspiration from a lot of other authors apologies if it is thought of as copying I just don't know their ats ;-;

Warnings: Dom reader/Sub Spencer pegging, mommy kink, dacryphilia, praising, slight begging but for no reason? subdrop at the end, tit sucking but non-sexually, use of the word breasts, yes this needs a TW

Just imagine pegging Reid for the first time.

You have him laid on his back, looking right at him as all this shit happens.

He promised he'd be quiet but he's letting out so many whimpers and whines. He'd be begging "mommy, please-" over and fucking over.

You'd be praising him repeatedly because bro needs reassurance. "You're okay, baby, doin' such a good job for me. Such a good boy for me, yeah?"

You haven't even gotten the strap in yet, that's just stretching him out.

When you finally get it in he actually cries. He wants it so badly, y'all had previous discussions and you know that he doesn't want you to stop yet. (Because this was pretty far in your explorations, there was a safe word.) Even though he was saying 'too much' and 'can't'

You gave him a minute before slowly pulling away and thrusting back in. You don't go super fast, but you go hard and deep. "So pretty when you cry... it's okay, sweet boy, you can take it."

The moment you reach his prostate, he's a goner. You have to keep his legs open because as soon as you touch it, he instinctively tries to close them.

You grab onto his cock and start to jerk him off, and only thirty seconds into that he's sobbing out as his pleasure coats your and his stomachs.

You slide out of him slowly, rubbing his thighs in order to comfort him as you praise him for how well he did.

Bro ends up having one hell of a subdrop and begs you to stay as if you were gonna leave (abandonment issues poor thing)

You give him a bath and then get both of you into pajamas before lying down. He's attached to you, like, you have to surgically cut him off.

He asks, really nervously, if he could like... touch your 'breasts' he calls them but like let's be honest no one actually says that. You said he could and he lifted up your shirt before popping one into his mouth.

Note that this is not sexual at all, he is doing this for comfort.

He unironically falls asleep like that.

anyways he is perfect boy we love

[brawlite]

make me write ✍🏻

i unapologetically stole this meme from the dash because i have too many wips. not tagging anyone—be a criminal and steal it too, if you so desire.

rules: send me an emoji corresponding to the WIP - as many as you want! - and i'll write 3 sentences for each emoji and share it.

🏚️ after loki, after coulson, clint barton is on the run. the winter soldier tracks him down and enlists his help. post ca!tws (marvel, winterhawk)

🪢 sqq likes to watch and lbh puts on a show he won't forget. (bingliushen shibari + omorashi. that's it, that's the fic.) (svsss)

🔪 wolfwood mpreg body horror post kniveswood (trigun)

📻 post! wolfwood mpreg body horror. vash finds wolfwood in the desert after wolfwood's been awol for a concerning amount of time. (trigun)

📱"am i (25m) the asshole for sleeping with the estranged identical twin brother (31m) of my best friend (who i’m in love with) (also 31m)?  (trigun, kniveswood)

🎹 quick and dirty kniveswood with guard dog wolfwood (trigun)

📉 more subdrop!wolfwood kniveswood with (only kind of) reluctant dom!knives (trigun)

🔥 hopefully a strange take on an a/b/o fma au (fullmetal alchemist, roy/ed)

🚿 "i didn't have anywhere else to go"—a wounded krycek shows up at fox mulder's door (x-files)

🌸 a cherry-blossom flavored krycek/mulder hanahaki au (x-files)

🌾 krycek is on the run with a clone of fox mulder's sister. (x-files)

🪐 amnesia + cassian andor + a troubled past (andor, cassian/luthen)

🥐 clint accidentally kidnaps the winter soldier. oops. (marvel, winterhawk)

👥 tk comes to visit and eddie is hit with a wave of unexpected jealousy (911, buddie)

📺 bad decisions are had, eddie-style (aka: tommy's a big guy. eddie notices.) (911, eddie/tommy)

[pe0ple3ater]

Can 👉👈 can we maybe get more of Cellbit subdropping and not safewording bc he doesn't think he deserves to safe word. 👉👈

Yes!! Angst, guapoduo flavor this time. I've been having a hard time writing nsfw stuff so this ask kind of saved me. Sorry there's no real resolution I didn't wanna write them talking it out but rest assured that they DO talk it out

tw for not safe wording, internalized ace-phobia(?)

Cellbit loves his husband.

He'd do anything for him, to make him happy. Even this, suffer through the nausea shooting through him with every press of Roier inside of him, every pass of his hands against Cellbit's bare skin. He grits his teeth and curls his hands into fists, claws extended and digging into his palms. He's facing away from Roier, so he can only hope his tension comes across as being near orgasm, or something like that.

Cellbit buries his face in the pillows under him and tries to swallow down the anxiety rising in his chest, his ears are ringing. He takes a sharp breath and the tears that have been threatening to fall begin to slide down his cheeks. He swallows down the whimpers that claw at his throat and digs his claws deeper into his hands. Roier is enjoying himself, that's all Cellbit wants. He's been so busy lately, not having much time to give Roier the attention he deserves. He doesn't mind this, he'd even been excited to be so close to Roier again.

Cellbit won't push his brokenness onto Roier, won't ruin his fun just because every pass of skin against skin makes Cellbit want to vomit. He does his best to keep his noises sounding at least a little pleased.

He must do a bad job, because suddenly Roier is pulling away, and that's worse. Cellbit whimpers and curls in on himself. He thinks Roier is talking, but his thoughts are running a mile a minute.

Why can't you be normal? Why do you always ruin it? What is your problem? Why couldn't you fake it a little longer? He's going to leave. He's going to leave you.

Cellbit chokes on the sobs that escapes him, and he wraps his arms around himself. Fuck, why does this have to happen right now. Why couldn't he just wait a few minutes.

"Cellbit, gatinho. Hey, look at me," Roier's voice cuts through the haze and Cellbit shakes his head, doesn't want to see the anger on Roier's face. Warm hands cup his cheeks and wipe away his tears gently, Cellbit whimpers. Roier pulls a blanket over Cellbit and runs one hand up and down his back over the fabric.

"It's-" Cellbit's voice breaks and his tail wraps tight around his thigh, curing between his legs in an instinctual need to hide "You can, it's okay" he manages to get out and presses his face back into the pillows.

Roier gently guides his face back out and runs his hand though Cellbit's hair gently, thumb brushing over his ears that are pressed tight against his skull. Cellbit sniffles and Roier gathers him up in his arms, keeping the blanket fully wrapped around Cellbit so that none of their skin is touching. He curls around his husband and kisses his forehead.

"Breathe," Roier mumbles into Cellbit's hair, still running his hand up and down Cellbit's back over the soft blanket "Calma, calma," Roier whispers and Cellbit nods, trying to breathe through the heavy sobs escaping him. Roier just holds him though it, whispering reassurances and providing the comfort that Cellbit doesn't deserve.

Cellbit buries his face in Roier's chest and slowly calms down, staying curled up tight and keeping his eyes closed.

[wangxianficfinder]

F/F WangXian

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Hello, My Fire by GhostySword (E, 25k, wangxian, F/F, rule 63, modern cultivation, BAMF wangxian, violence against vacuums, pining, getting together, there was only one bed, switching, light bondage, sex toys, tattoo parlor au, humor, adventure)

Pocket Too Deep for Play by bigamma (E, 57k, WangXian, F/F, Modern AU, College/University, Vibrators, Easter Eggs, Sex Toys, Autistic LWJ, Female WWX, Female LWJ, WWX Has ADHD, Lacrosse, Christian Themes, Sports Medicine, YZY’s A+ Parenting, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Christian Holidays, Easter Egg Hunt, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Bible Quotes (Abrahamic Religions), Cunnilingus)

Perfect shot by sunandseas (E, 10k, Female WangXian, Modern AU, Fashion & Models, Mutual Pining, Hand & Finger Kink, Mildly Dubious Consent, LWJ has big tits, Dom/sub Undertones, lwj insults wwx and they fuck about it, pussy-drunk wwx, Come Eating, PWP, Strap-Ons, Spanking)

an inch away from more (than just friends) by occultings (microcomets) (E, 15k, Female WangXian, Modern AU, Rule 63, Femslash, Lesbian Sex, Genderbending, Pining while fucking, sexuality exploration, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Friends to Lovers, Masturbation, Kissing, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Getting Together, Swim Team, Diving, Pool Sex, Outdoor Sex, Jealousy)

Are you gonna be my girl by 74243 (E, 14k, Female WangXian, Modern AU, Established Relationship, Forced Feminization, Sadism, Dom/sub, Slut Shaming, Internalized Misogyny.... but like.... Make It Sexy, Humiliation, Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Painplay, Cock Warming, Genderplay, Vague sugardaddy LWJ vibes)

lately, blooming by chibilwj (thelogicoftaste) (M, 34k, Female WangXian, Modern AU, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Slice of Life, Light Angst)

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[strawberryspence]

Anything with dom!eddie and steve going into subspace?

Okay, I have a handful of this. But definitely TW. Subspace/subdrop is a real life thing, and though I love it as a trope, please make sure yall are getting the love and aftercare yall need 🫶🏻

NSFW under the cut. If you're underage PLEASE look away.

Let Me Adore You by god_hates_tyler - Steve gets jealous! It's hot but gets pretty heavy at the end so be warned!

When You Put Me Back Together Please Add a Part of You by ghost_maloney - Uhm okay, heavy on the TW on this one. Steve watches Eddie play DND and accidentally goes on a subdrop. (Also Eddie's an idiot)

paradise in new light by spoilerings - this one has somnophilia, daddy kink and subspace. One of my top fave smuts!

Dom Eddie by eddywow - This one is a whole lot of smut. There's a few subdrops in there.

won't take too long by Yidkirkin - Steve has a bad day and Eddie takes care of him.

here's some that i tagged with it but can't remember what it is about (i promise i had a good time. im just bad at remembering plots):

Need Your Love so Bad by Blapblaps

i'm lost in admiration, could i need you this much? by ransomsleftnipple

this is my four leaf clover by ransomsleftnipple

[hellskitchenswhore]

#smut (Vol. 3)

➸ "Can't Wait" by @m0chaminx - Kinktober prompt: against the wall

➸ Hold Your Breath by @that-sarcastic-writer - You can't get enough of Matt, no matter how much you may pretend to hate him when you're in court

➸ favours and antics by @mvtthewmurdvck - you're a bit jealous about Matt's trip to LA, #FWB to lovers

➸ Get a little dirty by @munsonownsmyass - shower sex doesn't go quite as planned, #kinktober, #fluff

➸ Mirror by @thegreengoop - mirror sex with matt

➸ Costumes by @someplace-darker - #priest!matt, #softdom!matt

➸ Subdrop by @murdock-barnes - Matt has to run off in the night and leaves you experiencing subdrop, #softdom!matt

➸ Kinktober - pussy slapping by @youvebeenlivingfictional - sparring with matt

➸ a really bad day by @chvoswxtch - after a horrible day, matt loses control, #angst, #tw use of safeword

➸ Hate to love you by @munsonownsmyass - steamy #hatefucking

➸ She Feels Like Home by @missbeewrites - #face sitting

➸ Somnophilia by @ohwowimlonley - you wake matt up for some fun

➸ Tipsy sex headcannons by @prettyeyesnof4ce

➸ irresistible by @traitorjoelite - you're a rival lawyer and you and matt can't stand each other, #hate sex, #enemies with benefits

➸ Kinktober - Clothed Sex - Matt comes home frustrated and fucks you in the suit, #rough sex

➸ good girl by @yourbucky084 – professor!matt wants to see you after class

➸ Boys in Bed with Books, Matt Murdock by @jobean12-blog - you distract Matt while he's reading over a case in bed

➸ The Devil I Know by @lanadelreyscokewhor3 - you've been broken up for months, but you still end up in his bed. #angst, #love

➸ Let me care for you by @wannabemurdock - Matts had a rough night and he only wants you

➸ Office sex drabble by @prettyeyesnof4ce - Matt stuffs your mouth with his tie while he fucks you in the office

➸ Needy by @murdock-barnes - You're making out and matt cums in his pants. Idk what else to say

➸ Avid Reader by @coalix - You've started reading smutty romance novels and its driving matt murdock up the wall

➸ encounters by @little-miss-dilf-lover - you give matty a treat before he goes on patrol, #bj

➸ Kneel At The Altar by @blackshadowswriter - You distract matt during mass, and he's sure to repay the favor

➸ Ours by @chvoswxtch - You went off the pill and its making Matt a little crazy, major #breeding kink

➸ pretty boy by @foli-vora - some days you just can't resist him, #bj

➸ lunch date by @chvoswxtch - matt invites you to his office for a lunch date, but it doesn't go as expected

➸ game on by @stress--relief - you're both trapped in a battle of wills. who will be the first to break?

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Hi!

I was wondering if you (or one of your mutuals) knew the name and or the author of a story I read. It was an evanstan fic on AO3 where Chris cheats on Sebastian with - I think - a woman named Phoebe. Sebastian breaks up with Chris and he goes to a Disney thingy and they see each other again. Afterwards they meet in a closet or something and they make up.

I like the angst and the hurt/comfort, so if you’d have any recommendations for other evanstan fics, i’d very much appreciate it.

Thank you and I really like your blog!

Hey!

I'm afraid I don't know that fic, although, usually, I don't read fics that involve cheating, so that doesn't surprise me, lol.

As for evanstan fics that include angst and hurt/comfort, I would recommend:

"You Once Said if We Were Careful" by callmejude

(I know I've recommended that fic a lot before, but I LOVE it, lmao. And it's really applicable here! This fic includes a pretty major episode of subdrop that can be read from Sebastian's POV in the fic above or from Chris' POV in the following fic in the series, "One of Us Got Clumsy")

"Ceramic" by bearception

(This is another fic I've rec'd before, but again, it involves subdrop and some lonely, pining type angst, so if you haven't read it before, I think you'd enjoy!)

"Chubby Dumpling" by Finduilas *TW for body issues related to weight*

"Stars Out Of The Blue" by luninosity

"I Belong To You" by OrangeVanilla *TW, this is a series AU that contains references to/descriptions of bodily harm during sex because of Sebastian's past as a porn star with some particularly rough scenes*

"we walk the sun" by kellyscams & luninosity *another AU, another TW, this contains descriptions of human trafficking, nonconsenual body modification, threats of sexual assault, etc.*

"Just Like Honey To The Bee, Baby" by luninosity

"Now That I Found You...Stay" by LittleSparrow69

"the wind in our sail (what we've waited for)" by luninosity *TW for Seb being held against his will by an off-screen character, but he's free in the fic itself*

Aaaand, lastly, I'll throw in my own fic:

"The Kids Aren't Alright" by fandomfluffandfuck *TW for body dysmorphic disorder and some unspecified anxiety and eating disorder esque thoughts*

Enjoy your hurt and your comfort 😘

P.S. if you want more hurt/comfort, you can look through my masterlists (1) (2) for evanstan. Anything that includes hurt and comfort will be both striked-through (incidating angst) and italicized (indicating fluff).

[lightningmonarchda3]

possible tw: mention of someone thinking they're gonna get raped/hurt

hc that after a few years that sirius was sent to azkaban, remus finds a homeless teenager around 14/15ish. and his brain goes, 'i don' t really have anything to offer, but at least i can give them a place to sleep and protect them from the cold'

it takes a while for the kid to come around and actually go and stay at remus's flat bc they were on their gaurd and thought remus was gonna hurt or raped them.

after a few weeks that remus and the kid have gotton closer, remus realises that a lot of the stuff that Kid does is so much like sirius's. and he asks them and they replay with, "oh, im adhd" and they sit remus down and explain to them what adhd is and makes remus do some research himself.

and all this time, remus is having a full on crisis bc he has learned there's a high chance that sirius also had adhd, the impulsive and reckless urges, the insecurities, the specific chaos that he used to thrive in (anything except that chaos would drive him mad), the lack of motivation and energy, thinking that he's a "lost cause" and a "fuck up", his depressive episodes, all the things he was obsessed over, the emotional attachment to that mug, that plate, that soft animal, that necklace, that book, those records, the times he would have meltdowns/breakdowns over the things others viewed as 'simple' (including remus himself), not understanding remus's tone sometimes and having that horrible subdrop after a bdsm scene, some of their fights, and so on...

it all was fucking adhd...

[sassy-sofia]

Held Together By Strings

Pairing: Thomas x Vic

Description: Thomas finally agrees to let Vic tie him up despite the fact that he doesn't have a single subbing bone in his body. Or at least he thought.

Rating: teens and up

Wordcount: 1,751

Tw: subdrop

Additional tags on AO3

[clandestineloki]

concept: loki always leaving early in the morning to go to work, always kissing his sweet darling angel sub!reader goodbye before she heads back to bed to get some more sleep.

he's taken the elevator ride, gotten into his car, and is just about to start it when he realizes he's left his phone. he goes back, quiet in order not to disturb reader, only to see her curled up in their shared bed, softly sniffling and whimpering into his pillow, crying herself back to sleep because she's lonely and misses waking up next to him and staying in and seeing his lazy little smile, but he's been so busy lately they barely get any time together and she knows he needs to do this but she can't help but be utterly devastated every time he has to leave.

loki feels a pang in his chest. everything else in the world means nothing, his current and only concern is her. loki gently approaches, pulling her into his embrace. she gasps, hands coming up to clean her face, but as loki kisses her hair and caresses her cheek, she melts into him, mumbling and sobbing and hiccuping helplessly. he coos softly, patiently waiting for her to come back to him so he can kiss her tenderly and make up for depriving her of the only thing she ever asked of him: his love :(

[animedaddymilkers]

hello and welcome to ✨pegging commander erwin✨

Characters: Erwin Smith, Fem!Reader

Tags: not sfw, minors DNI, pegging, spanking, sub drop, aftercare

my kink is getting big powerful men to bottom for me okay

At first it was a hard no from him, he was not going to let you peg him, but honestly it was just a knee jerk answer

Mixed with seeing your dejected expression, well, he never liked to see you anything but happy or gleeful

Erwin began to think about the situation more often, wondering what it would feel like, debating whether he'd enjoy it or not, and he wasn't a coward, he could at least try it, right?

It starts with thin dildos, he said he'd prefer dildos rather than your fingers, so you obliged, also you're not going to deny getting to use the glistening glass cock on him

Erwin is confused by the sensation at first, he feels so...full, but pleasantly full, so he allows you to continue, one of your gorgeous hands wrapped around his cock

Then, you find his prostate and the way he gasps in shocked pleasure nearly sends a shiver down your spine

Those big, strong hands grip at the sheets beneath him, especially now that you know where to aim the dildo

Erwin tried at the beginning to hide his moans, but it was impossible now, he was constantly moaning, an occasional whimper being let out as you trusted inside of him particularly rough

After that first dildo session, where he came harder than he ever had before, he was on board with the idea of you pegging him

Honestly, he wouldn't admit it but he was kind of bummed that you two couldn't up and do it the next day, shipping times be damned

Until the harness came he requested you use the dildo several times, each time he asked a blush covered his cheeks

LORDDDD the raspy way he moans your name while you're inside of him

Erwin prefers to lie on his back and wrap his legs loosely around your waist, though he can be coaxed into doggy

He just prefers seeing your face though

After the harness came he was nearly drunk off of getting his ass played with, begging you to fuck him again, pleading for just one more orgasm

That being said, after three orgasms, some prostate milking, and over stimulation Erwin is extremely prone to subdrops!!!

He'll lay there basking in the bliss of climax and his eyes will close, wanting to go to sleep but don't let him

Coax him into getting cleaned up, maybe taking a bath where you baby him

After bottoming Erwin feels disgusting, nothing against bottoming, it's just the sensations are different and give him more euphoric hormones that just vanish afterwards and literally make him nauseated

Pet his hair🥺 tell him he was a good boy💚 and change up the music playlist!

Put on something he can sing along to and it will bring him out of the drop easier, bonus points if it's something like Don't Go Breaking My Heart or Islands in the Stream, bonus bonus points if you sing with him

And you best make sure you cuddle Erwin 🔫

[ameliora-j]

when everything you do is wrong and everyone hates you and you’re reminded every day that you’re the worst friend in the world and it pushes you deeper and deeper into a subdrop every day that passes to the point where you can literally feel your heart breaking but you don’t say anything to anybody because nobody actually cares so you just deal with it and cry alone in your pitch black room at night… yeah 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

[cosmichoothoot]

The quiet, tired moments that passed between the three of them were very well needed, with Blitz and Stolas both using the time to decompress a little, keeping themselves silent and mostly motionless so as not to wake Angel, but they hadn't needed to be entirely still, so they had used that time wisely, shifting a little here and there to hold hands or exchange kisses, each trying to comfort the other and help them stay steady so that they'd be ready when Angel woke

However, it was unlikely either of them were truly fully prepared for that

When Angel jumped back, Blitz quickly let him go, and both he and Stolas sat up, trying to make themselves a bit smaller, give Angel plenty of space and distance as that seemed to be what he wanted in the moment

"Hey...." Blitz said after a moment, moving very carefully to put his hands out in front of Angel, palms up so that the spider could see very clearly that Blitz wasn't advancing on him with anything malicious in mind

"It's ok Angel, I know that entire thing was probably kind of embarrassing but it's really ok,"

"We've both seen so much worse," Stolas agreed with a nod, trying to help

"Yeah, usually from eachother too, it's a little harder than that to scare us off," Blitz confirmed

"We would never want anything from you Angel, least of all what you're alluding to," Stolas added, setting a hand on Blitz's thigh, as if that was somehow a good substitute for being able to reach out and comfort Angel himself

It really wasn't, but it'd do in a pinch atleast

"Exactly," Blitz nodded, still keeping his hands exactly where they were

"Stolas and I are your freinds, we're never, ever gonna hurt you, and you don't need to feel bad about being vulnerable in front of us, we're just glad that you allowed yourself that, that you were able to get some of that initial emotional garbage out of your system, and if you'll let us-"

"We'll stay right here with you for however long you need,"

Those sounds..... those sounds would haunt Blitz in his sleep

He had heard screams of pain before, sure, but nothing like this, nothing even remotely close to this

Of all the screaming that Blitz heard in the dark spaces of his mind, there were only a few that kept him up at night, and Blitz knew this would become one of those- one of the screams he would never get rid of, one of the screams he would never stop hearing, it made him sick, it made his desperation to destroy the motherfuckers who did this to Angel just grow more and more and more......

But he couldn't think about any of that right now

Right now, all he could think of- all he could allow himself to think of- was holding Angel and keeping him safe

"It's ok," he wispered quietly

"I promise, everything's gonna be ok, I'm gonna keep you safe, I swear to Lucifer, I'm gonna keep you safe,"

Blitz nodded his understanding at Angel's silent request, shifting just slightly as Stolas immediately crawled into bed behind him, taking care not to jostle the mattress too much or make himself too... known....

It was clear that Angel was only comfortable with Blitz- and that was fine, that was entirely understandable, Stolas just didn't want to interrupt anything by... well.... existing.....

As Angel started to calm, Blitz exhaled, a little bit of releif that the worst seemed to be passing settling over him, rubbing Angel's back soothingly and shushing him a little, letting his own eyes fall shut, just to experience a little bit of peace

"It's ok Angel," he promised softly

"It's ok honey, I promise, I'm gonna keep you safe, you can sleep.... you can rest.... notihng's gonna hurt you as long as I'm here, I promise,"

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Forever

TWO DAYS OF FLUFF. What have you people done to me.

For @boxboysandotherwhump and @yet-another-heathen, my Nanda fans

CW: Aftermath of dubcon, bruises & welts, references to intimate whump/nsfwhump, bloodied, dissoci@ted whumpee, dissoci@tion, pet whump, dehumanization, intimate whumper, possessive whumper

Nanda’s phone rings just as the shower kicks on, with cold water that begins to warm almost immediately. The water hits the cool marbled floor of the shower side of the bathroom, falling from the ceiling like rain, and the mist makes the pet close his eyes, enjoying the spray.

His back throbs, a blend of pain and nearly-unbearable heat that is deeply familiar. It radiates through him, down the backs of his thighs, making him kick his legs out to the side where he sits to avoid having his heels touch his legs. Before the shower turned on, he could hear the drip of blood from where the whip had cut too deeply - now, though, he can only feel the softly itching trickle of a drop here and there as it curves around the bottom of his ribcage and marks the floor. 

He shifts his hand and it slides in the blood, he has to pull it back, looking down at the smear with a wrinkled nose. His palm is red, now.

Caught red-handed, he thinks, a joke he doesn’t understand but he knows he once did. He smiles, a little. The throbbing heat feels like being good, the pain means he is doing exactly what he is designed to do, he is what he was made to be. He is a good boy, like Nanda whispers to him at the end, when the both of them are panting and soaked in sweat and smeared in the pet’s blood and everything else that happens between them.

In those moments, he knows that this is love, to him. 

This is how he was made to love, to be loved. With pain just on the right side of agonizing, with pleasure just on the wrong side of pain.

He was made to have all his bite and sharpness beaten out of him until he is languid and content in the ache. He takes in a deep breath, listening to the phone ring and ring, and then finally stop. Nanda’s hand rests on his short, shaggy hair, petting lightly through it. He pushes his head back into the touch.

“Mmmn, you’re all sweet now, huh?” Nanda’s hand moves back to toy with his collar, hooking two fingers to pull back until it cuts into the front of the pet’s throat, making him gasp and hitch in shallow breaths, stirring his exhausted body. “I think I like you better sweet.”

“No-” The pet’s voice catches, and he shivers, not from cold but from a different sort of heat. “No, you don’t.”

“You’re right.” Nanda chuckles, and his hand shifts down, trailing fingers, grazing them over the raised red welts that layer over his shoulder blades. The pet groans, softly, and he arches his back to lean into the pain. “I love you most when you bite back.”

The pet stiffens. “You-”

Nanda’s phone rings again, and his hand pulls away, leaving the pet bereft of touch once more. 

“Hold on,” He says, brusque and distracted. “If they call twice, that’s an emergency. Go and get under the water.” He steps away, holding the phone up to his ear.

The pet swallows down the whimper at the loss of his warmth and nearness.

“Yes?” Nanda says, and the pet looks back over his shoulder to catch Nanda’s eyes, focused not on him but on the window next to the shower, looking out at the stars sparkling in the dark sky. “No. You’re kidding.”

He gestures, with a wave of his hand encouraging the pet, mouthing I said get under the water while he listens to the person on the other end of the phone. The pet swallows and then looks back, crawling forwards - he’s too tired even to stand - and finally finding himself directly under the nearly-scalding hot rainfall of water.

The way the heat soaks immediately into his tired, aching muscles and stings the welts on his back makes him collapse, lying curled on the shower floor with his cheek pressed to the marble, curved so his back will be hit directly by the water. His eyes close, water running in rivers over his cheeks to drip onto the floor, running to the metal drain and disappear down the pipes, wherever it is that water goes.

The pet has no idea. It’s not his responsibility to know how any of it works, only to live here and hurt for Nanda until neither of them can stand.

Nanda hums. “That’s a problem. No, not busy right now, I just-... finished something up. Yes, I can-... yeah. Gonna want to double my rate, though, for this.” Another pause. “Russians? No. I want quadruple. The Russians are tough.”

His voice changes, gets softer, and the pet blinks through the water to see him leaving, walking out the door, still on the phone.

That’s not how this is supposed to happen.

Nanda always stays, carefully rubbing the knots from his muscles, kissing the raw places where the pet has struggled. He stays to wash him clean of his own blood, showers with him so he’s never not being touched for long. Then they dry off and fall into the bed or on the couch downstairs, to watch something or just to lay in the quiet, and-

This isn’t right.

The pet pushes himself up on his arms, hissing as the welts on his back sting bright and sparking-hot, and tries to stand to follow Nanda.

His legs buckle, too worn out to carry his weight, and he feels a biting pain inside and between his legs even as he falls back onto the stone floor. He whimpers, but still Nanda doesn’t come. The water is hot, though, there’s that, that’s something.

He’ll stay under the water. Nanda will come back.

The pet watches the door, even as the water slowly goes from scalding to softly warm and then to a chill that has him shaking, teeth chattering together, before he finally gives up and crawls out from under the waterfall. 

Cold showers feel like the Facility, like training, and he can feel his handler’s hands moving over his back, the male handler with his rough hands smacking anything that was still soft, the female handler dragging fingernails through his welts until he bled fresh and red and had to go back under the cold water again.

Thrown into his cell to shiver until he dried in the cold air, his muscles locked and teeth chattering just like this-

There’s a tightness in his chest that the pet doesn’t quite recognize for the terror it is, not at first. He crawls as far as he can, to the side of the bathroom where the towels are, folded up. Soft and freshly cleaned. He has to all but paw at one to pull it down and wrap it around himself, oversized like a beach towel but made of the same softness the other bath towels are. It’s like a blanket, and everything but his head disappears into it.

He curls up, bending forwards until his forehead rests on his knees, shaking. The tears that run down his cheeks are the only heat he can feel.

The world seems to narrow to the feel of the towel around his shoulders, the chill within him, and the white walls of the bathroom blending with a small cell in the Facility. It’s all the same thing, and he’s here and not-here. He’s the pet curled on the floor, trembling, and he’s standing a few feet away looking down at himself, disgusted by the weakness he sees.

Even the disgust feels distant, as if he’s trying to reach for an emotion by swimming through thick swampwater, pushing and fighting to get even an inch of progress towards what he wants to feel. 

Or does he want to feel?

That’s training for you, though. Strapped down to the table or to the X-shaped cross in the corner, whipped or beaten until he bled and begged and broke for them, until the pleasure overwhelmed the pain, until they were the same thing. Until he couldn’t remember if there had ever been sex without pain.

Until he couldn’t remember if he had ever wanted it without pain.

They tell him he didn’t. That he asked for this, had it put into his contract. And… he does cry out for them on command, he takes the blows on his back or between his legs, he takes it all. Maybe he did want it.

He loves it.

Right?

Still. He’s here, freezing in the cell, waiting to be wanted again, desperate to be wanted again. It’s bad pets who get left alone in the cells, who don’t get touched or teased or hurt. It’s the bad pets who suffer alone.

He wants to suffer with someone, for someone, he wants to suffer for Nanda.

How much time passes, he doesn’t know. He can’t quite feel time. There is only now, and the pain, and being left alone in it.

They had promised him if he was good enough, he would never have to hurt all by himself again.

At some point he hears steps in the hall and flinches back, waiting for the snap of a handler’s baton, a harsh barking voice shouting commands to get him moving. Instead, it’s Nanda wearing a pair of loose black pajama pants, who stops in the doorway looking at him, the phone still up to his ear. “... I’ll call you back,” Nanda says, and then rolls his eyes at whatever he hears. The pet is aware of him only vaguely. An image of what he is made for, that he must be good enough to earn.

“We’ve got everything worked out but the details, Gabriel. I’ll call you back to get the exact dates and times. Let them know Azrael took the job.” He pulls the phone back from his ear and sets it down on a countertop, walking over to the pet, dropping to a crouch in front of him, elbows on his thighs, hands dangling down. “You all right, pet?”

The pet doesn’t look at him. He can’t quite remember how to move his neck that way. Instead, he just presses his lips together, and then whispers, “Was-... was I bad?”

“What? No, of course not. You were perfect, you’re always perfect for me. What’s this, then?” Nanda’s hands reach for him, and the pet flinches back and away from him, violently smacking his back into the wall and letting out a high-pitched cry as the welts flare up in a sudden burst of agony at the rough contact. “Oh, I don’t think so,” Nanda murmurs, but there’s no anger in his voice. Instead, he keeps reaching, takes the pet’s face in his hands, and forces their eyes to meet. 

The pet’s eyes move over the wrinkles at the corners of Nanda’s eyes, the smile-lines hidden by the beard he’s currently wearing, salt-and-pepper speckled silver and charcoal. Nanda’s eyes are soft, and loving. “Talk to me, pet.”

“Bad… bad pets are left al, alone,” The pet manages, trying to make his voice gruff and stronger, but it comes out weaker than he intends, a barely-understandable shaky mess. “Was I-... bad?”

“No, no… I shouldn’t have taken that call, huh?” Nanda hums, and he pulls the pet to his feet, holding as much as his weight as he has to. The pet nuzzles instinctively into Nanda’s neck and feels a burst of warmth finally breaking the ice that keeps him distant from himself when Nanda’s hand slides up into his still-damp hair. “This is my fault. Come, now. Come on.”

It’s slow going, step by halting, limping step, but Nanda keeps a hand curved around his shoulder through the thick towel, and the pet stays on his feet because he knows it will make his master happy if he doesn’t fall. 

Moving into the hallway helps. Away from the stark white of the bathroom walls, here they are painted a warm color, lined with paintings and photographs in frames, and he feels… more present, more here. As if his entire life with Nanda wasn’t, maybe, just a fantasy he made up inside the cold chill tiny cell they called his room.

Nanda takes him to the bedroom, laying him down on top of the covers on his stomach, running fingertips over the uninjured parts of his back and shoulders, up into his hair. He disappears - and the pet feels a new burst of terror - and then returns as quickly as he left, with a new towel to use on the pet’s hair, drying it off. The sense of touch grounds him, and the pet closes his eyes, letting his head move back and forth with Nanda’s hands.

Cool cream is spread over the welts on his back, numbing the ache until the sting is barely-there and a reminder that he is alive, he exists, he is real. Nanda’s fingers work the cream into every single injury, over the bruises. He rubs the cream into the red rope-burns around the pet’s wrists and ankles, the pinched red marks along his inner thighs from the clamps, even ghosts between his legs to soothe the same marks there. 

There isn’t any energy left in the pet for more, but he raises his hips obediently anyways. If Nanda wants him, he will have him, no matter if he thinks he can take it again or not.

Nanda hums, rubbing his lower back. “I appreciate that,” He says, with a hint of humor. “But you don’t need to, not right now. We’ll take a break. Just lay still for me. That’s my pet, there we go.”

Exhaustion hits the pet like running headfirst into a brick wall, a sudden bonelessness he can’t begin to fight. He drifts along with Nanda’s touch, bandages applied one by one by one by one by one by-

Eventually his whole back crinkles and pulls a little when he moves. This time when Nanda pulls back he doesn’t even try to hold back the whimper, the soft little wordless plea.

“Not going anywhere,” Nanda murmurs, ruffling his hair. “Getting the soft blanket from downstairs. Wait for me.”

He leaves, the pet listening to his footsteps fading down the hall and thumping down the stairs, coming back up. The pet manages to force his eyes open just enough to see Nanda when he comes in, the heavy blue blanket that feels like fur in his hands, the pet’s favorite.

The blanket is laid over him, immediately enveloping him in warmth.

Nanda climbs into the bed, the mattress dipping and shifting with his weight as he moves, settling himself with his back to the headboard. The pet army-crawls on his elbows until he can press his face to Nanda’s thigh. A heavy hand lays over his head.

The sense of loneliness, the terror of the cold white cell and the distance… it all starts, slowly, to recede.

“Good boy,” Nanda says, voice low and soft. “You were my very good boy. I’m sorry I left you alone, after. I know you don’t like that.” 

“Fucking sucks,” The pet mumbles, voice slurring so badly with his exhaustion that he sounds drunk. “Shit thing t’do t’me, Nanda.”

“Sure was. But…” The hand tightens in his hair, sending welcome wonderful shivers down his spine. “Don’t make me mad with that voice, pet. You know I can go as many times as it takes for you to learn.”

“Mmmn… what if I never learn…?” 

Nanda’s chuckle fills the pet with happiness, the taste of custard and blood on his tongue is the familiar taste of the life he was made to live. “You little brat.”

The pet is all but senseless before the TV ever turns on, warm under the blanket with Nanda’s hand in his hair, thumb rubbing gently back and forth just behind his right ear. 

After a while, the pet’s awareness narrowed to the soft drunken swim of near-sleep, he hears Nanda say, in a voice that tastes like love, “Then I suppose I’ll just have to keep teaching you forever, won’t I?”

I hope so.

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