#wails cries throws up shits the fucking. bed.

[relicfragment]

god am i going through it rn.

[blackbrd]

too sensitive

one shot | criminal minds m!list | m!list

Fandom: criminal minds

Pairing: g!p Emily prentiss x Jennifer Jareau

Genre: smut, pure smut

Warnings: 18+, blowjob, face fucking, sloppy makeouts

Emily thinks she’s in heaven. 

Scratch that. She knows she’s in heaven.

Emily used to think Heaven was a full belly of warm food after a long day of work. But recently, Heaven is indeed, with Jennifer Jareau on her knees, mouth full of Emily’s hard meat, sucking like she's the tastiest thing on earth. 

“Oh shit baby, oh~”  Emily whines erotically, her hands gripping either side of the sheets tightly, trying her hardest not to thrust into the warm mouth sucking on her.

Jj looks up at the pretty sound, big eyes wide and blown with lust. She releases the cock with an audible *pop* giggling and pumping it slowly with both hands, just how Emily likes.

Emily whines again and squeezes her eyes shut, hips bucking against her will.

“Is it good?” The blonde asks innocently, knowing damn well what the answer is. 

Emily opens her eyes, meeting blue ones, she bites her lip and nods. “So good. You’re so good, fuck," she moans. "So fucking good at this."

Jj giggles again, she rests her head on Emily’s trembling thigh, hands starting to pick up some speed. 

For a few minutes, they just gaze into each other's eyes, the only sound in the room being the wet lewd sound of Jj’s hand milking Emily.

Eventually, Emily rests her hand on Jj’s head and guides her waiting mouth back onto her. Her hips buck once more at the eager mouth.

“Mmm,”  Jj picks up speed, starting to gurgle and slurp on Emily’s cock. She’d taken a liking to deep-throating Emily, especially since it tears the most beautiful sounds from her.

Emily knows this, so she keeps her hand buried in Jj’s blonde locks, guiding her movements. She feels herself get harder at the gurgling noises and the way Jj’s face starts to get red with effort. She didn't think it was possible.

It was such a turn-on, how excited Jj was to be on her knees for her. To take Emily to a hilt. 

Emily throws her head back in pleasure, chanting as she feels Jj’s nose repeatedly hitting her pelvis. 

“Yes, yes, yes, yesss! F-fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

The bed begins to shake with the force of their combined movement. It’s been a few minutes since Jj’s come up for air, but they both know that she can handle it.

Almost without notice, Emily feels that tightening feeling in her stomach. Her balls starting to tingle as well.

“Ohhhmygooddd,”  Emily cries.

Jj uses Emily’s thighs to push herself off of her cock, gulping up a few mouthfuls of air. 

“You gonna cum baby?” Jj moans, squeezing her legs together. She can feel wetness coating her thighs, sending a zip of pleasure up her spine. She’s sure she could cum without even being touched. 

Emily whines and nods her head rapidly. Her thighs tremble as she reaches both hands to grab Sana’s face. Emily gives her a quick kiss, her lips now coated in a mixture of spit and her precum. 

The next moment Jj’s mouth is occupied once more. 

Emily uses all of her strength to assist in bobbing.

Jj’s head bounces off of her cock at a rapid pace. The woman takes it effortlessly. Happy to be Emily’s toy. 

It’s not another second when Emily lets out a keeling wail. “Fuck!” 

Emily’s mouth hangs open, eyes squeezed shut as her body curls forward. She’s angled over Jj’s body, her orgasm so intense that she can’t bring herself to let Jj go. 

Emily’s hands greedily hold the back of Jj’s head to her cock as she spills her hot load into her throat. Her body shakes violently, the sounds of Jj gagging only have her cumming more. 

Jj for her part, lets Emily hold her. One of her favorite things in the world is pleasing the woman. She chokes and breathes violently through her nose, hands gripping pale thighs tightly as she swallows roughly, not letting a drop go to waste. 

When Emily lets go and flops back onto their bed, Jj flies back and allows herself some much-needed air. She coughs and wipes at the tears that had poured down her face.

“Your mouth,” Emily starts, gasping for air. “Is  amazing,” she praises in disbelief.

Jj huffs out a laugh and stands on shaky legs. Only then does she feels and sees how much she needs to be taken care of. She whines and mounts Emily, who looks blissed out.

“Em, I need you.” 

Emily squeezes onto Jj’s thighs, hissing when her wet pussy rubs against her cock.

“Too sensitive,” Emily covers her cock with her hand. 

“Babyyyy,” Jj pouts and it’s way too cute for how sinful they were being. 

Emily rolls her eyes playfully and leans up for a kiss. Humming as she tastes her salty cum on Jj’s tongue. 

The kiss gets heated fast, tongues fighting for dominance. Emily lets Jj have it, it’s her turn to be submissive anyway. 

Emily pulls away, panting. Her eyes are dark with desire again, all exhaustion forgotten as her cock slowly hardens once more.

“Sit on my face,” Emily says. 

Jj’s hips buck at the words, "with pleasure."

[thehypnone]

Could i please request some humiliating piss fic about raindrop?🫶

combined these three because I can

Dewdrop is in deep shit.

He wouldn’t say he bratted too close to the sun this time, but rather chose a bad moment to be a whiny, needy bitch. Most of the time it would get him the exact action he craved, but this time—unfortunately for him—Rain was not in the mood.

Hence the fire ghoul’s current predicament.

“Fucking–take it,” Rain growls. His fingers tangled in Dewdrop’s sweaty hair tighten as he shoves him further down his cock, making him gag. The fire ghoul has tears in his eyes at the rough treatment without even the smallest hint of pleasure—the hard sole of Rain’s boot against his clothed cunt not enough to even take the edge off. “You wanted me, you insatiable little whore, and you’ve got me.”

Dewdrop cries out against the pain of Rain’s words and his hold on his hair as he pulls him off of his cock. “Rainy–”

“Nuh-uh, I’m not your Rainy right now,” the water ghoul chuckles cruelly, digging his foot further into Dewdrop’s crotch—just enough for it to hurt. “Not when you piss me off, you know that.”

“‘M sorry, sorry, fuck, daddy!” he all but screams. Rain smiles—as pleased as he’ll probably get tonight—and shoves him back down, stuffing the fire ghoul’s throat with his hard cock.

“That’s better,” Rain spits and bucks his hips to fuck even deeper into Dewdrop’s hot mouth. He knows when Rain gets close and hopes to feel his creamy cum spilling down his throat in just a few moments; that would be more than worth all his misery.

The water ghoul has a different idea, though.

“Oh no, you cumslut, you’re not getting your favorite treat tonight,” he pulls him off by his hair and grips the base of his dick with his free hand. Dewdrop mewls pathetically and hangs his head—disappointed. “Daddy will give you something better, baby.”

He’d argue, if not the circumstances, but he’s more than willing to wait and see what daddy does have to offer.

He takes his foot off of Dewdrop’s cunt and puts it on his shoulder—keeping him down and at a desired distance. Rain strokes his cock slowly a few times and milks out a gorgeous bead of pre that the fire ghoul drools for, but doesn’t jerk himself to complexion.

Rain angles his dick at Dewdrop’s chest and suddenly he knows what’s coming.

The stream of piss is strong enough to splash off of his shirt and go all over, including his face. The water ghoul sighs as the uncomfortable pressure on his bladder ceases while Dewdrop moans like a true whore, staring down at his clothes getting darker and darker.

“Yeah, you whore. You’ll take anything I give you and be in pure bliss, won’t you? Shameless slut for daddy’s piss and all."

Dewdrop’s guts burn at the humiliation, but Rain isn't wrong. He’s finished in a blink of an eye and is standing up the moment the last drop falls from his tip.

“Get up, I wanna cum in your pussy,” Rain snarls, but Dewdrop is too horny and stupid to process his words. The water ghoul won’t have that; with bared teeth he grips Dewdrop’s arms and hoists him up to throw him onto the bed. “I said get up, you useless fucking bitch!”

That seems to snap him out of it and he scrambles to present to Rain like a good ghoul—hoping to at least get some fingers in him first.

His wish is not granted as Rain rips his pants off of his ass and brings the head of his cock to his hole right away. Dewdrop tries to prepare himself for the sting of the stretch, but it’s impossible; he wails when Rain slides all the way in and begins to pound into him without mercy.

He’s abusing his cervix, but at least rubs his g-spot while he’s at it, so another hope—for an orgasm—blooms in Dewdrop’s mind.

He drools onto the blanket below him as Rain fucks him stupid and in no time at all the water ghoul’s grunting and shoving himself as deep as he will go to cum inside his mate.

“D–Daddy, I–please, please, lemme cum,” Dewdrop sobs, losing his hope—he needs something more, he can’t just cum like this, but he knows Rain isn’t likely to give him anything else.

He is very wrong.

The water ghoul purrs behind him and presses two of his fingers into Dewdrop’s slick ass. It’s unexpected, but he wouldn’t dare complain. Rain isn’t done, though.

Dewdrop begins to worry when he bends over him completely and gets his other hand behind his sticky thighs. The fire ghoul is about to beg for mercy when Rain grabs his little cock between his fingers and pinches it.

The world goes dark as Dewdrop’s orgasm slams into him.

He’s naked, but clean, and cuddled up to Rain’s side when he comes to. The water ghoul is scratching at his scalp absentmindedly and Dewdrop can’t help but trill happily despite the soreness present all over his body.

“Welcome back, droplet,” Rain hums and leans down to kiss him between the horns.

“Did you really have to waste your cum?” Dewdrop whines, pouting. “That was way too mean.”

"That was too mean for you!? I’m so sorry, baby,” Rain can’t help but laugh. “I didn’t waste it, though, I put it nice and safe in your pretty pussy.”

“You know where I wanted it!” 

“I know, I know.” The water ghoul shakes his head, still giggling. “You can suck me dry tomorrow, how about that?”

Dewdrop’s pout turns into a bright smile as he nods and kicks up a purr, nuzzling into Rain’s neck.

[tojisun]

sunnyyy!! omg omg okay so idk what you put in your toxic dbf series but im sure its crack cause i know its freaking hurtful but i love it!! ur mind is >>>>>

alsoooo, i have this idea that i plan on writing for miguel but idk where to start SO IM GIVINF IT TO YOUUU!!

so lets call her bunny in this one. say bunny is enough of his shit, won’t let him do her dirty anymore because she refuses to be stupid. she’s no longer cassie howard and moves on to another man. a man who knows what he wants and who isn’t afraid to let her know that he wants her. he’ll cherish her, he adores the fuck out of her, he shows her off and he makes a promise to put a ring on her finger,

but simon doesn’t like that. not even one bit. and it ticks him off because why is he like this? why is he so worked up that she finds someone who finally treats her better than she can? yet, he can’t let it go. he lets her know. she has to know.

and so, at two am he comes knocking at her door. flowers in his hand, nicely dressed for the first time to let her know that he’s doing it for her and only her. not erin.

and it takes a lot in her to not slam the door in his face because she’s happy right now,

“you look at him the way i wanted to be looked by you, sweetheart” he admits, swallowing the lump in his throat. “and i envy that.”

she stares at him with a deadpan look. not really feeling a single thing anymore, leading him to continue.

“i have no right to say that, i know but—“ he pauses to take a deep breath. “i want to be with you. i want to be your man and i want you to let me”

she doesn’t want him to

ANA?? ANA MY LOVE???? THIS MAKES ME VIOLENTLY ILL

thinking about this in the dbf!simon series??? oh but im absolutely sobbing // same timeline as this !!

thinking about how you cry and wail and mourn for the years wasted on simon. thinking about the way you crumple on your bed, curling underneath your sheets, your cries now having been reduced to silent tears—this doesn’t mean you feel any better. instead, you feel even more distraught, upset in a way that feels bigger than yourself.

thinking about the promise you make to yourself. how, when the morning breaks, you will move on. that no matter how painful it may be—and it will be—you will strive to let go of simon. truly and completely this time around.

and that’s what you do. you fall asleep in exhaustion, heart heavy and mind buzzed. in the morning, you blink your eyes open and lay in bed for a few more minutes, suspended above your heartbreak, before it all comes crashing down on you. tears trickle from the corners of your eyes but you stay resolute, strong grip corralling your grief into the corner of your heart, before you get your day going.

you start by throwing everything that reminds you of simon: polaroid pictures and framed photos, shirts and clothes and socks and lingeries, towels and bedsheets, trinkets and accessories from across the globe—little souvenirs he’s brought to appease you.

(in the long haul, many of them were actually donated, while some were sold. but today, as you submerged yourself in your heartache, you dumped everything in a black garbage bag. out of sight, out of mind.)

blocking simon’s number actually turned out to be last. you deleted the pictures you have with simon in your phone prior, and then blocked and deleted his number altogether.

you breathed in deeply once you’re finished and collapsed to your bed again, trying to ignore the bareness of the walls and the emptiness of your room (let alone your heart).

the tears come again—they will come more often than not—and you let them. you open the locked corner of your heart and let the grief out. you mourn for what was lost; for what could’ve been. but most importantly, you mourn for the ways you’ve let yourself be trapped in such an unhappy moment.

moving on comes slowly; it comes so torturously that you thought it would never happen. but it does, and it does so during one quiet afternoon.

on that day, you realize that not once did you think of simon. not once did the memories trickle in to rip you away from the jovial present. and as you stand there in your kitchen, the sounds of the microwave beeps piercing through mutedly, you feel remade.

you feel whole, once again.

-

simon noticed, of course. he noticed the way your messages stopped coming in, or the way you no longer use your dad as an excuse to meet simon, or the way you just fell off the radar.

simon tried to reach out to you once and realized that you’ve got his number blocked.

it’s whatever, he thinks. because simon has never known you well, has never tried to learn more about you, so he thinks that this—your silent treatment and your detachment—is all a ploy. something like you playing hard-to-get.

so simon doesn’t think much about it until days turn to weeks, and weeks turn to months, and months are slowly building up to turn to a year.

simon doesn’t hear from you and, despite all his posturing, he realizes that he’s missed you. so he decides to drive by to pick you up for dinner and maybe apologize for whatever it is now that he’s done.

he gets to your dorm and rings your room. the intercom scratches awake, the person from the other side, your dorm mate he’s sure, asks who it was, and simon tells them his name. then, he tells them that he’s here for you.

there is silence for a while, almost loaded in a way that simon knows it’s not the intercom breaking up, and he gets his answer when he’s given a curt reply of, “she doesn’t want to see you. bye.” there is the distinct screech and then the line drops before simon could even ask why.

and simon feels lost. untethered.

-

john is a good man. that’s the first thing you realized. it terrified you, at first, how much you looked forward to meeting him. how much of being with him—simon’s friend—makes you happy.

you waited for the other shoe to drop, shoulders perpetually hunched as though that can shield you from the inevitable of john leaving you. of john using you.

but john is so warm. john is so gentle and kind and patient and loving.

john holds your hand and you know he isn’t looking for more. he drops you off at home, tells you to rest well and to say hi to your dorm mates, before taking off on his bike.

john kisses your cheeks and you know he isn’t looking for something more passionate. more heated. and you crave for his touch, yes, but there is something so special in the way john shows his affection—all crinkled smile and quiet chuckles; all whispered words and promises fulfilled; all soft and tender and secure.

it was a love so different, so beautiful, so really it wasn’t surprising at all when your relationship grows, thriving alongside your healing.

(he promised, you know? he promised, as he played with your hand, that he’ll one day put a ring on your finger. your lips wobbled and you told him to stop making loaded promises such as that, but john just turned to you with a soft smile and said, “i look forward to the day we share the same vow, bunny. if you would have me.”

you hiccupped sob and threw your arms over his shoulders, nodding because, “i would. john, i would!”

he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and sharing warmth with you. you burrowed your head on the crook of his shoulder, breathing him in, letting his presence wash over you.

john, you thought. johnjohnjohn.)

-

simon drives to you the day after he confronted john. he drives to you with all of his messy heart spilling from the ridges of his ribs, beating only one name—yours.

he’s never felt this way before. not with all the pretty people he’s gone out with, or his first love, or even erin. erin who simon once imagined a future with. erin who simon once loved. not even that could triumph over the expanding turmoil that simon’s basking in.

he calls on the intercom of your dorm again, begs your roommate that may you please hear him out, and then he sees you.

god, you’re just as beautiful as he remembers.

“love–”

“what’re you doing here?”

your words are soft, quiet, but simon isn’t fooled. he sees the anger in your eyes, the hurt having festered into resentment. he wonders how apologies could trickle from his lips—where to even begin?

“please,” you say when simon’s silence stretches on. “just tell me whatever you want and then leave.”

“this. this is what i’m here for. the anger in your eyes– it’s just–…” he breathes in sharply. “i saw you and john, you know? and the way you look at him, it’s how i want to be looked at by you, love.” he swallows the lump in his throat. “i didn’t know what i had until i lost you and i’m so envious of him, i am, so please.”

you stare at him with wide eyes even when your face is smooth of any emotion. simon wonders what you must be thinking but he bulldozes through, hoping that you can give him one last chance.

he promises this time, truly, he’ll be better.

“i have no right to say this, i know, but–” he pauses to take a deep breath, his fists balled tightly. “i want to be with you. i want to be your man and i want you to let me.”

a heartbeat passes, and then, “simon, you are a selfish, selfish man.”

your words are barely louder than a whisper but they scratch at simon’s heart. he looks at you, gaze turning desperate when he sees nothing but bubbling fury and disappointment in your own.

“how dare you,” you say. “you tell me that you saw me and john, and then what? instead of letting me go, instead of letting me move on, you come in here and demand that i return to you?”

“love, i–”

“don’t call me that!”

your anger tips over, now spilling out. he watches the way your eyes glisten, tears dripping to stain your cheeks.

“i’m not your anything, si! not anymore!” you take in a ragged rasp of air, choking on your sob. it tugs at simon’s heartstrings and he moves to comfort you but you pull away, sneering at him in your anger. you wipe at your eyes, scrubbing furiously.

“everything about what you’ve said just now, everything, was all about your wants. all about you. just like how it’s always been,” you murmur, the fight leaving you.

you looked small, hunching into yourself, and simon is hit with this feeling; something that lodges itself in his throat.

“lov–… i’m sorry,” he says because he is.

gods he is.

“just go,” you tell him, meeting his eyes for one last time because he knows that this is the end of it all.

you turn away from him then, closing the building door behind you. he watches from behind he glass doors as you disappear into the hallways and stepped into the elevators and, just like that, simon’s lost his chance of making things right.

ANA MY GOD THIS MADE ME FERAL!! i hope u would like this one bb :(( hope i gave ur vision justice

[oneforthemunny]

I will take an argument with literally any of them. break my heart pls (but not too bad bc I am not doing too great pls & ty)

my punching bag today will be older!eddie.

"Delilah, no." Eddie's voice was stern, steady and full of authority, stilling the toddler from her terrorizing tirade.

Her little lip jutting, eyes rounding like they always did when she'd get scolded. You cringed at her suck of breath, a warning that the wailing sob was nearing.

Your temples throbbed at the sound, a dramatic, crocodile teared wail, diving straight into your leg with a pitiful, teary cry. "Mama!" Delilah sobbed, dramatic as ever, you knew it. She was upset she'd been stopped from smacking the small vase off the coffee table.

"Can you just put it up?" You huff, cradling a sobbing Lilah to your shoulder, her cries fading with disinterest, distracted by something over your shoulder.

"She'll never learn." Eddie huffed, his own nerves grating with agitation. The same argument found it's way back to the two of you.

"Can't just give into her all the time."

"I'm not." You snapped, teeth grit in annoyance. "I just don't want her to get hurt. She could knock it over by accident, so just put it up."

Eddie's eye roll nearly sent you into a rage, body tensing, blood boiling at his scoff, putting the vase under the TV stand.

You waited until Lilah went to sleep that night to bring it up, angrily turning down the bed with a harsh shove. "You know, you don't have to be so condescending to me." You sneer. "I do know what I'm doing."

Eddie huffed and you could hear the eye roll in his sharp breath. "I never said you didn't-"

"-No, you just act like I don't. Like I can't possibly know what to do-"

"-When did I ever say that, hm? I never said that." Eddie growled, tone rising in irritation, fingers curling around the throw pillow, launching it in the corner of the room. "But you gotta teach her not to do shit like that. Can't just let her get away with murder."

"See?" You snap, throwing a hand out towards him. "This. This is what I'm talking about. That fucking condescending tone-"

"-Condescending? I'm not being condescending. I'm just telling you-"

"-You think I don't know? Do you seriously think I don't fucking know?" You tried to swallow the shrill in your voice, keep it down so Lilah wouldn't wake up. "I know that, Eddie. I was trying to give her a chance to make a choice. You can't just yell at her the whole time, she'll think everything she does is wrong-"

"-I didn't yell at her-"

"- Oh? You didn't? Explain to me what that was then?" Your hands find your hips, fingers digging into your cotton pajamas.

Eddie's lips twitched, pinching in a tight line. "You know I have done this before, right?" He countered. "I have raised a kid before. Did a pretty good job at it, too. I do know what I'm doing."

"So do I." You boomed, the room falling silent at your tone, filled with defensive insecurity.

Eddie's chest tightened, face falling slightly. The way your eyes cut away, lip tucking in to hide the wobble that threatened to fall, arms wrapped around yourself.

"I know what I'm doing too." The crack in your voice made his heart tear.

Eddie was unsure what to say, head swimming with panic, cursing himself for not seeing this sooner. After Lilah's birth, you'd fallen into a slump- baby blues, the doctor, Wayne, everyone had told him with a solemn but reassuring shake of their head.

"Honey," Eddie's voice softened, dropping to a nearly hushed, raspy coo. "I know you know what you're doing-"

"-So why do you talk to me like I don't?" You snap, eyes cutting with that same rage.

"I-I'm not trying to." Eddie was unsure. He didn't want to upset you any further. "But parenting is supposed to be both of us, baby-"

"-So you act like it first. Treat me like a parent for once, and not like I'm some stupid, incapable person." You huffed, snatching your pillow off the bed, stomping out of the room with a shaky huff, leaving Eddie standing with a sick, heavy feeling settled in the pit of is stomach.

[demonic-charcuterie]

Y/n saving fizzarolli from the fire.

You were a contortionist at the circus. It was you only home and with it your only friend. Fizz. You held his hand. You sat at the table with him. You stare at his eyes.

You held his hand as he ran to Blitzo’s side. You sat next to him while he sat next to Blitzo. You stare at his eyes while he stared into Blitzo’s. You hate it.

You lived for him, you bend backwards for him.

You clapped and cheered as Fizz went over his juggling routine. “Wooo go Fizz!” You cried from the stands. Blitz went after him and grunted in frustration when the balls went flying. You ran up to fizz and clapped. “That was great, you shou-“ you shut your mouth when fizz walked back you with nothing but a wave and a corner eye glance and helped Blitzo off the floor. You squeezed your fist into a ball and strutted away but not before punching the wall and the a crack slitting through it. You stormed away and crawled your way into your hammock and wrapped your tail around you.

Your tears stained your pillow and your claws stabbed your hammock over and over. “fuck…Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! FUCK HIM! FUCK YOU BLITZO!” You wailed.

A month later you were standing on a pole and balancing on one hand. You saw fizz distracting his dad while blitz stole his booze. You spat and climbed down. You bent backwards and crawled like a spider to for switching to walking on your hands over to them. “Happy birthday Fizz.” You said shyly smiled up at him. “Thank you y/n” you grinned and nodded. “Are you ready for your birthday party?”

“They’re throwing me a party?!” He asked then turned to Blitzo and clapped his hands. Blitzo rolled his eyes than glared and walked away.

Jealousy…? You giggled to yourself. Of course he was jealous, Fizzarolli was the best at everything he tried and Blitzo can’t even juggle.

“Anyway! Fizz your gonna love the the gift I made you.” You quickly said before he walked out of ear shot. You switched off of your hands and went back to walking normally. You hurried to your room and kept working on the jester hat you started a month ago. Your sewing was awful and the fabric you use was full of holes and bland. But it was made for the one you loved.

You were walking carrying the jester hat in with sliver Bella in your arms when you saw the green flames engulfing the tent. You screamed in pure shock and heart break. Fizz. Fizz! Where’s fizz?! You thought running and jumping over flames. You ran and coughed up your lungs from all the smoke. You eyes burned but you kept running. Eventually you bumped into Blitzo who’s eye was fucked up. “Shit!” You screamed. You shook your head and kept running but not for long when you saw Fizzarolli’s charred body on the arms. His limbs! H-his horns. Tears ran down from your eyes. You grabbed and ran out of the circus as he skin scorned you. “Y-y/n?” You heard his faint voice say. “It-its me fizz, I’m here now!” You screamed holding him close. “My horns?” You coughed at as you ran your fingers to the broken stumps where if horns used to be. “Gone.” You choked out in pain. You slowly pulled out the jester hat and Greg sliver bells gently rang out.

You gently slid it over his once long horns and held him on your back as you ran away from the fire.

You stroked his head as he sat up in his hospital bed. “He left me…” he whispered. Blitzo left him you thought to yourself. You gasped when he grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips. “I’m so sorry. I never saw you how you saw me.” He whispered.

You shushed him and leaned down and kiss his cheek. “Rest. We’ll talk later.” You said before crawling into his bed and wrapped your tail around him

[horuslupercal]

got asked on the Guilliman post so

How Primarchs Cry (To Me)

Lion: represses and represses and represses and then hides away in a closet squished into the corner like a cat on its deathbed but otherwise cries pretty normally. do not point it out to him. gets defensive if you point it out

Fulgrim: gets headaches from crying so hard. keeps a handkerchief nearby because his face gets all gross. at some point in every hardcore crying session he verbally says, "enough." because it annoys him

Perturabo: trying everything in his power to give off the vibe that he never cries. takes every breath very carefully to make sure it's silent, confidently strides off away from this shit (hides away), etc

Khan: is fine, is fine, is fine, and then he's laying in bed and suddenly has to bolt upright to cry into his hands because holy shit that's sure a wave of emotion. it's okay, it'll pass, but hooooly shit at this exact moment it hurts. doesn't want to be seen but it's not the worst thing in the world if he is

Russ: crawls under Freki and Geri like when they were pups and cries for a good while. at some point he rolls over and runs his hand over his face and then grabs one of his brothers around the neck for a wrestle session and he's either fine or he's fine enough to keep on keeping on

Dorn: goes to a private room, does the "I am in control of my emotions" like Spock in that one TOS episode, and then spins around and puts his fist through the wall. opens the door with a hole in the wall and his hair no longer perfectly coiffed and his face blotchy and red and tells you he wasn't crying

Konrad: either silently weeping or wailing like a banshee. never in between. he doesn't choose which.

Sanguinius: the only primarch who can pretty cry but only up to a certain level. at some point he starts screaming and wailing like a fox caught in a bear trap and doubling over in pain and his hair gets all stuck to his face

Ferrus: throws tantrums. doesn't collapse to the floor like a toddler but does start breaking things. makes fun of the reason for his upset -- the mid-funeral roast session in some au where Fulgrim dies pre-heresy would get him cancelled on twitter because it's the only way he can deal with something that shattering. I'm pretty sure I got that headcanon from @luwupercal actually

Angron: cries for all sorts of reasons. sometimes the nails make him cry, not because they hurt or because he hates them but just because they're directly fucking with his brain chemistry. that's the kind of passive cry where he's crying but it's not an event, it's just his tear ducts doing their thing. used to seek out comfort from his siblings in the pit when he was crying from emotion, now he flips tables and screams

Guilliman: an asthmatic pug caught in a plastic ring. gasping for air, sounds like he's being strangled, the works. sounds like he's dying

Mortarion: also sounds asthmatic, on account of the asthma. his tear ducts don't work right so he doesn't really "cry" so much as hyperventilate and occasionally dry heave

Magnus: the crying is what it is, the psychic crying is the real event. his aura gets real sticky and slow and sad, like syrup, and has a tendency to kind of. contaminate other people with his grief unless he specifically stops it from doing that. I feel like he cries when he's mad, too

Horus: sits down and covers his mouth with his hand and puts his elbow on his knee and cries like that. for some reason I feel like it's especially weird for the luna wolves to see him cry -- it's always weird to see your parent cry, but it's extra weird for them and I'm not sure why. horus sitting on a couch crying with his head in his hands and two luna wolves sending panicked looks at each other 👍

Lorgar: compresses/hugs himself so hard he can't breathe, digs his nails into his skin, etc. we saw in the first heretic that he makes himself physically uncomfortable about grief and that's really stuck with me tbh. doesn't really.... know how to cry without also being in physical pain about it

Vulkan: bows his head and weeps, standing right where he is. weirdly bad at being okay with his own grief specifically -- he'll comfort a brother without issue, but his own makes him feel on edge and sedentary and he needs to move and do something and not stand here being sad, he needs to take action, he can't let it be sticky and slow

Corvus: repression king. he can't cry right now he's too BUSY. fuck this shit. and then there's a trigger and he shatters like a popsicle bridge with too much weight on it. the year of isolation before his departure definitely involved a blanket burrito

Alpharius Omegon: how do they need to cry for this scenario?

[chapel-of-rizztual]

humbly requesting a follow up to this ask fic that you wrote in which we see a bit more of mommy cirrus with swiss but since he was being impatient we see her giving him a spanking with his own tail 🫣

bonus points for Phantom walking in and going 😳

Wooo this took me so long I’m so sorry!! Also not fully what you asked but very similar.

In true Swiss fashion he hadn’t behaved. Of course he didn’t. But it wasn’t entirely his fault, Cumulus had teased him until the point of breaking point. He’d grabbed her by the hips and and thrust upwards into her without thinking about it. And it felt so good. It felt so good until he saw the look on her face. He knew he was in serious shit now. 

He was dragged upstairs by his hair and thrown into Cumulus’ room where he’s left alone, naked and achingly hard and desperate. 

When Cirrus walks in with a hard, unimpressed look on her face, he knew he fucked up royally. There’s no way he was getting out of this without crying.

She’d forced him into all fours, tied his hands to he head board of the bed and tied a spreader bar around his thighs, making it impossible for him to close his legs. His back was arched, pushing his ass up high into the air his tail waving wildly above him. He felt so exposed, so at the mercy of Cirrus. She could anything to to him and he couldn’t do anything except lie there and take it. Which he was. She had two slicked  fingers buried in him, relentlessly jabbing into his prostate. 

He wiggles against the spreader bar with a whine and he hears Cirrus scoff behind him. 

“Stay still. You’d think you’d have learnt how to do that by now.” 

“It’s hard when-oh-when you’re doing that.” He’s breathless, chest heaving. He moans out again when Cirrus’ fingers brush over his his prostate. 

She laughs at him, low and menacing. 

“Awwhh, baby. You can’t handle a couple of fingers?” She purposefully thrusts her fingers into his prostate harder, making him wail out and tug on the restraints. 

“M-mommy, please. I tried to be good, I tried so hard.” His back arches even more into her touch. “But Lus was so mean, I couldn’t help it.”

“Oh, babyboy.” She coos at him, but it’s mean and condescending. “If you think she was mean, you’ve got another thing coming.” 

She pulls her fingers out before Swiss can reply, watching with a satisfied grin as his hole flutters around nothing. 

“Do-do I get to pick?” Swiss sniffles. 

“Pick what.” 

“The strap.” He turns to look at her as best he can. “You normally let us pick which one we want.” 

Cirrus raises an eyebrow at him, crossing her arms over his chest. 

“You think I’m going to fuck you?” 

“I- well, I mean- yeah.” Swiss squeaks. 

“You have some nerve, don’t you?” She tuts at him like she can’t believe what she’s hearing. “You really think you deserve that? After how you behaved for Cumulus, you really think you deserve to be fucked?” 

Swiss whimpers, feeling himself deflate a little.  “I-I tried. I tried so hard to be good, mommy.” 

Cirrus takes a deep breath, shaking her head at him.  “And you think because you tried you deserve to be fucked by me?” 

Swiss nods, looking at her with a pout.  “Please?” 

She brings her hand down on his his ass with a loud crack and he moans, arching his back into the pain. 

“Such a whore, aren’t you?” 

“Yeah, yeah.” Swiss pants. “Only for you, mommy.” 

Cirrus laughs loudly at him, throwing her head back. 

“I know that isn’t true. You’d bend over for anyone that smiled at you.” She brings her hand down on his ass again, harder this time and Swiss cries out, pulling at the restraints around his wrists. “You wanna be fucked so badly, baby? You’re gunna have to do it yourself.” 

“I-how? How can I do that when you’ve tied my hands up?” 

Cirrus grabs at his tail, pulling hard on it making Swiss yelp in pain.  “Use your tail, baby.” 

Swiss lets out a sob, shaking his head.  “But I want you to fuck me.” He pouts at her and whines. “Don’t want use my tail, want you, mommy.” 

Cirrus yanks at his tail again making Swiss howl and push his ass back into the pain. 

“Yeah? You want mommy to fuck you?” 

“Yes. Yes please. Want you to fuck me please, mommy.” 

Cirrus spanks his ass again while pulling at his tail. 

“We’ll that’s too bad. You should have behaved properly for Cumulus and maybe you’d have got fucked by mommy.” 

Swiss let’s put a pathetic sob, tears now welling on his eyes before falling down his cheeks. 

“Please? I’ll be good I promise.” 

Cirrus drizzles more lube over Swiss hole, watching in fascination as it winks back at her. 

“You’ve got two options. You can either use your tail, or we stop and you’re left hard and leaking for the rest of the evening.” She lands another spank to his ass. “And don’t even think about going to Dew so you can fuck him. I’ll tell everyone not to touch you for the rest of the month if you do.” 

Swiss cries out, sniffling a little and pouting.  “But-but, I want-“ 

Cirrus cuts him off by slapping his ass again making him gasp.  “This isn’t about you, it never was. Now do as you’re told or this will become so so much worse for you.”

Swiss nods, with another sad sniffle. “Yes mommy.” 

His tail slithers over his ass, the spade running along the clear before teasing at his hole. 

“That’s it, good boy.” Cirrus coos at him. “Now put it in, common don’t make me wait any longer.” 

Swiss moans loudly as he feels the spade of his tail breaching his ass, stretching him out and filling him up in a way that makes his head spin. His head falls forward into the pillows below him as he sobs. He pushes his tail in as far as he can, the spade hitting that spot inside him that makes his knees feel weak. He moans into the pillow gently flexing the head into the one spot. 

Cirrus grabs at the base of his tail, pulling harshly making Swiss mewl and arch his back even more. 

“You better start moving that tail. I want to see you fuck yourself properly.” 

Swiss sobs again, pulling his tail out until just the tip was pressed against his rim and pushing it back in with a twist. He moans, repeating the action getting faster and faster each time. Cirrus gives him a satisfied hum watching Swiss writhe on the bed, pulling against the restraints as he fucks himself with his own tail. 

Swiss gets lost in the feeling, the waves of please rolling over him making his entire body shake as he pushes his tail in and out of his hole, twisting it every now and then to hit that spot inside him that had his eyes rolling back and starts dotting his vision. He’s so lost on that doesn’t hear Cirrus rummaging around under the bed, doesn’t see what she’s holding in her hand until it’s brought down on his ass. 

Pain blooms under his skin, sharp and stinging, and his tail falters inside him as he lets out a hiccuped gasp. It’s a riding crop. He knows immediately from the pain, and knows that he’s going to have deep bruises on his ass that have him struggling to sit comfortably for days. 

The crop is brought back down on his ass again, in the exact same spot as before and the pain is blinding. Swiss let’s out a pained scream, burying his head in the pillow. 

“Get that head up, baby. I wanna hear you scream for me.” She brings the crop down onto his ass again, watching as red blooms on his skin. Swiss’ head rolls to side with a groan, tears steaming down his face. 

Cirrus hits at his ass twice more, watching as the welts turn into bruises already. 

“And keep that tail moving or I won’t let you cum.” Swiss thrusts his tail in and out at Cirrus’ command, crying out again as she hits his ass with crop on each cheek. 

They’re both so lost in each other that neither of them notice when the door opens. They don’t noticed Phantom standing in the doorway with a shocked look on his face as he takes in the sight of Swiss tied up with his ass high in the air as his tail trusts deep inside him with Cirrus relentlessly hitting his ass with a riding crop.

He lets out a squeak, dropping the glass he was holding letting it shatter into the floor. The sound of glass shattering breaks Cirrus’ concentration on Swiss and she turns to the door with an unpressed look on her face. 

She raises an eyebrow at Phantom, watching as his cheeks turn bright red. 

“Can I help you?” 

Phantom’s eyes widen and the blush on his cheeks deepen even more.  “I just- I needed- you see, I wanted-“ 

She cuts him off with an impatient sight, rolling her eyes at him.  “Spit it out. Or you’ll end up like Swiss.” 

His eyes brighten at the idea.  “You promise?” 

Cirrus raises both her eyebrow at him on shock, the new ghoul was full of surprises.  “Yeah? You want to end up like Swiss?” 

Phantom nods his head enthusiastically, biting his lip and he watching Swiss writhe on the bed .

“Yes please.” 

“Oh, aren’t you polite.” She turns her attention back to Swiss, hitting his ass with the crop. Phantom feels his cock twitch at the pained sound Swiss let’s out. 

Cirrus turns her attention back to him.  “Are you going to be a good boy?” 

Phantom nods dumbly at her, letting out a chirp as she gives him a nod and impressed look. 

“Come in then, shut the door behind you.” She hits at Swiss’ ass again making him cry out. 

“Maybe you can show Swiss how a good boy should behave.” 

[wishitweresummer]

Text Me Back (Dream x GeorgeNotFound)

Word count: 710

I had sudden inspiration and wrote this for @mushiewrites ‘s birthday!!! (Thats my best friend 🥹)

Warning: Intense tickles, restraint, duct tape over mouth. George is tickled and has absolutely no way to stop it or even really signal for it to stop. If that makes you uncomfortable, please dont read!

“Nonono!! Hey!! Sapnap fuck off!!!”, George cried out, panicked at the younger’s quick movements.

“Stop squirming, you little idiot.”.

George fought and kicked and punched, but…Sapnap was stronger. Soon, his wrists were locked together in handcuffs and a big piece of duct tape was put across his mouth. His little tummy fluttered with nervous butterflies as he was heaved over Sapnap’s shoulder and carried to Dream’s room. He tried to scream into the duct tape, but it was muffled.

He was dropped onto Dream’s empty bed like a sack of potatoes. He squirmed around to glare at Sapnap, but instead his eyes went wide with fear. Sapnap smirked and turned away; typing something into George’s phone.

Then, he was left alone.

~•~

Dream burst into the room, giggling happily. He closed the door behind him and approached the bed with a mixed look of fondness and excitement.

‘Oh god…’

George let out a muffled whimper. Dream climbed onto the bed and grabbed the chain of George’s cuffs. They were cuffed together in front of him so it was easy for Dream to lift them up and press them to the bed above his head.

“I can’t believe you did this for me! This is going to be so fun Georgie!”.

He tried to protest through his tape, but it was hopeless. A muffled squeal sounded as Dream started to tickle up his side. The position left him desperately helpless.

George had never been tickled while unable to beg for it to stop before and he saw his life flash before his eyes. Dream’s big hands on his ticklish body. No way to tell him to stop. There was no way out of this. His eyes teared up right away as the tickles became amplified by his fear. Dream coo’ed at the sight.

“You’re so cute.”.

That evil hand moved up and danced across his sensitive ribcage and George could only throw his head back and let out a muffled scream. Oh he was fucked here. He couldn’t help the pleas trying to crawl from his throat, but they were muffled into comprehension anyway.

George’s entire body convulsed with the ticklish electricity shooting through it. Dream’s fingers played with each and every rib, making him shake with muffled laughter.

“This is the best day ever.”. There were practically hearts in Dream’s eyes. “Do you want me to get your armpits? Oh? You don’t have an opinion on that? Alright!”. George absolutely did have very strong opinions on his worst spot being targeted…but they went unheard. He wailed into his tape. His arms were stretched up and he was so so helpless to Dream’s fingers moving the sleeve of his t-shirt down and teasing against the ticklish skin. He bucked and kicked and squirmed and screamed, but that didn’t stop the attack.

‘This is how I die.’’

Dream only giggled sweetly. His fingertips brushed all over the over-sensitive pit before digging into the muscle and making George thrash so hard he nearly got free.

“Wow Georgie! So ticklish, huh?”.

In retaliation, he knee’ed Dream in the back. Dream froze.

‘Shit shit shit shit.’

“Naughty…”, Dream smiled darkly and grabbed George’s thigh, pressing it to the bed and tickling it brutally. George’s screams of apology were garbled by the tape covering his mouth.

That big hand nearly wrapped around his thigh, squeezing perfectly into the muscles there to make him feel like he would explode. His muffled laughter rose in pitch.

‘That tickles!! That tickles oh my god that tickles!!’

Soon, the hand would crawl up to attack the ticklish bones of his hips and George was sent into a new muffled frenzy.

George could feel his mind slip away under the ticklish torture. Dream eventually shook off his mean act to coo at the pretty tears dripping from George’s eyes.

“I’m so happy Georgie. Thank you so much for doing this! I don’t know how to stop! I just want to tickle tickle tickle you forever!!!”. The poor boy could only squirm and laugh into his tape…all begging was useless here.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sapnap’s text to Dream from George’s phone:

Hi! Okieeee…so I’m going to handcuff myself and go lay in your bed. Can you come tickle me out of my mind? Pweaaase? 🥹🥹🥹

[ursulanoodles]

Shane's Four Heart Event: A Drabble

The day after Shane spilled his guts to the farmer on the dock, he stayed in bed all day, staring up at his ceiling. He was never that forward or honest with anyone, so why had he opened up to them? He didn’t know them at all. Yet, for some reason, he trusted them. Maybe it was the way that they never gave up on him and kept saying hello and talking to him, even when he was a miserable piece of shit, or maybe it was because there was a possibility that they could be a kindred spirit— someone who understood where he was coming from. He didn’t know why they were in the valley, struggling to make ends meet in their grandfather’s shitty, rundown cabin, but something had obviously brought them to this secluded town in the middle of nowhere.

It would make perfect sense for him to continue to open up to them, but he couldn’t. In the days that followed, he distanced himself from them, even though every part of him was screaming and wanting to do the exact opposite. He couldn’t let them get involved in his bullshit, especially if they already had their own to deal with, and besides, they’d get sick of him eventually. Everyone did, and it never got any easier when they left. He was an unlovable, miserable man who hurt everyone who cared for him, and it was better if he didn’t pull another person into the middle of the disaster that was his life.

In the weeks that followed, he drank more than usual— he wanted to drown out the thoughts and feelings that were forming in the back of his mind. He couldn’t slip up like that again, so he resolved to close himself off. If the farmer stopped by Marnie’s, he’d stay in his room; if he spotted them in JojaMart, he’d hide in the back room; and if they showed up at the saloon, he’d hurry up and leave, even if he just got there.

On one such afternoon, he left the saloon early, his head a mess of busy thoughts. He wasn’t even there long enough to get a buzz before the farmer showed up. So, he went home, locked himself in his room, and drank until he couldn’t stand— until every fucking thought in his head was gone.

Finally, some peace and fucking quiet.

Imagine his surprise, then, when Marnie and the farmer burst into his room to find him lying face down in a pool of his own vomit, cans and bottles strewn about his dingy, messy room that he hadn’t had the energy to clean in weeks. He was so drunk he could barely lift his head, and the whole world spun beneath him, threatening to hurl him into the abyss. Marnie and the farmer were talking back and forth, but he couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, and in that moment, he really didn’t give a fuck, he just wanted them to go away.

Seconds later, he was covered in ice-cold liquid that soaked his clothes and shocked him into wakefulness, and he lumbered to his feet, swaying back and forth. He shook his head, trying to clear his double vision, but gave up and stared off between the two of them, keeping his eyes as still as possible, lest he throw up on himself again— not that it would make much of a difference.

Marnie hurled words at him, chastising him like he was a lazy teenager, and he wanted to laugh in her face. He knew he was a pathetic sack of shit; he didn’t need her to tell him that.

“What’s your plan? Don’t you ever think about the future?” she cried, her voice threatening tears.

He didn’t. Not anymore. He’d lost everything, including his best friends. What was there to look forward to? He had a dead-end job in a microscopic town and was renting a room from his aunt, and his only “friend” was the woman who served him beer every night.

“Plan?” He laughed bitterly, shaking his head at her. “Hopefully, I won’t be around long enough to need a ‘plan’,” he said, framing the word with air quotes.

He hadn’t realized that Jas had let herself into the room, and his heart sank into his stomach when she ran, her wailing sobs echoing down the hallway. He called out after her, attempting to apologize, but his words dropped off, and he stumbled and sank back to the floor into an empty pit of despair and self-hatred.

Shane flinched when he felt a firm hand squeeze his shoulder, and he ashamedly realized the farmer had witnessed everything— his hopelessness, his self-destruction, and what he did to the people who loved him.

And yet, despite all of that, they stayed.

[sparkedblaze]

now, consider. jack taking morris’ blankie as revenge for oscar stealing and destroying medda’s book.

it takes him a long time, but he figures it out eventually, that it had to have been oscar that took it. they’d been the only ones outside of the family that had seen it that day.

the next time medda visits the brothers, trying to work through everything and maybe see if oscar’s willing to confess to taking the book, jack goes with her. he calls it a “surprise”, and they both know it won’t go over well - least of all because neither of the brothers deal well with surprises - but medda’s too wrought to really fight it. she knows her boys fighting is inevitable at this point, and she’d rather they at least do it where she can try and mediate.

needless to say, it doesn’t go over well. oscar is furious when he sees medda and jack at his and morris’ hotel suite door, but medda manages to bargain them in to sitting down and talking for a minute or two. morris is as eager as he always is, joining medda on the couch when she invites him over, rocking and chewing his fingers and talking quietly with her. oscar’s occupied with his brother, making sure medda doesn’t say anything to upset him, so jack pretends he needs the bathroom and goes off. and, once again, he sneaks into the brothers’ room and swipes morris’ blankie from the edge of his bed - even more worn now than it had been then.

he doesn’t have a plan. he’s not thinking particularly clearly. he doesn’t even fully understand how much it means to morris or why, to him it’s still just an object, he doesn’t understand HOW significant it is to morris - he assumes morris must’ve grown out of it, at least mostly. he just wants to hurt oscar, desperately. he wants to get revenge for his mama and every awful tear she’d cried over her lost book - revenge for how oscar had shrugged and averted his gaze when medda’d asked about it a minute ago, said he didn’t know anything in that cold tone jack hates so damn much - and he knows the best way, maybe the only way, to hurt oscar is to hurt morris.

when the “conversation” immediately, inevitable, all goes to shit when jack returns, he leaves quickly with medda, not putting up any sort of fight for once. oscar’s shouting and morris is making noises as they’re kicked out, but jack feels some cold, hollow bit of satisfaction, as he leaves with morris’ precious ugly blanket stuffed under his jacket.

WHAT IN THE ACTUAL F-

Ohohohhoho T/w: Cursing, violence, angy Os, fighting, did I mention violence?

This one got so fucked up, y'all. I'm (kind of) sorry.

‼Warning this is my most graphic one yet‼

‼I am begging you to proceed with caution‼

‼Super graphic stuff has red text warnings before and after‼

Nox I hope you're proud

~

Oscar raises seven kinds of hell. He knows it was Jack. He knows he did it on purpose. And he knows Medda is gonna defend him with all her might.

He doesn't care.

There's nothing stopping him now. Morris is a wreck. He's wailing and screaming and physically sick with not having his blanket. There's nothing Oscar can do to console him. There's nothing more for him to do.

He leads Morris out to the car, has to practically drag him out there. Morris is clinging to a massive bag of sour skittles, he's chewing on the soft flesh in the palm of his hand, he's whimpering and howling and shrieking.

And Oscar's done with it. He's done with Jack Kelly thinking he can do anything he wants and get away with it. "C'mon Mo, we're goin' to see Medda."

That, at least, has an effect on Morris. He's quieted from full blown screeching to loudly sobbing into one of the pillows they kept in the car. Oscar makes sure he's buckled in before he starts driving, knuckles white as he holds tightly to the steering wheel.

He makes the trip in record time. He swerved into a parking spot, throws the door open, and slams it shut. He moves to the other side, helping Morris out before he storms up to the front door, pounding on it.

He's going to drop Morris off here. He wants Medda to see exactly what her precious little Jackie did to his baby brother.

What he doesn't expect is blue-eyed Davey to open the door.

His brows furrow as he recognizes the brothers. "What-"

"Out of the way," Oscar demands, trying to shove past him, eyes searching behind him for Medda.

The boy doesn't budge, frowning at him. "No. Why are you here? What do you want? Jack's-"

"Don't." Oscar snaps at him, and Davey's mouth snaps closed. "Where's Medda?"

Morris's hand finds the back of Oscar's shirt, tangling in it as he tries-and fails- to control his sobbing.

Davey turns to call for Medda over his shoulder, though he still doesn't step out of the way.

Medda emerges from the kitchen, smile on her face as she starts talking without looking up.

The smile falls as soon as she takes in the scene.

She hustles over, waving Davey out of the way, and ushering her boys in. She looks them over, checking for any physical damage. She tries to reach out for Morris, but he cries out, and Oscar moves in seconds, hand gripping her wrist to stop her. "Don't."

"Don't talk to her like that!" Davey scoffs from his spot across the room, indignant that they're treating her this way when she's just let them into her home.

Oscar turns a searing stare on him. The kind of look that-if looks could kill- would've had Davey gone six times over.

"You'd better shut your trap. Lucky I ain't already broke your nose and busted your teeth," Oscar snarls at him. "It's your boy's fault this is happening in the first place."

"My boy- you mean Jack?" Davey asks, almost a laugh in his voice.

"Think somethin's funny?!" Oscar jumps to his feet, lunging for Davey, but Medda takes him by the arm, holding him just out of reach.

He turns to her with an incredulous look on his face, but she just shakes her head. "Oscar, you know you can't stay if you're going to fight."

He swallows hard around the heat rising in his throat. He has to stay complacent. He has to take every hit to his pride so Morris can be safe.

He chokes on it.

Oscar shakes his head, yanking his arm away from her. "Take care o' Mo."

(It's about to get hella graphic plz be careful. I'm gonna put more red text at the end of the graphic stuff)

He storms out, going to the car, trying to ignore the wailing and weeping he can hear, even from outside.

Davey's suddenly beside him, hand on his arm, saying... something. Oscar can't hear it past the roaring in his ears. He can't find it in himself to care enough to listen.

He slams his head against Davey's, watching with dim satisfaction as he crumples to the ground. Oscar digs through his pockets, pulling out his wallet, finding his license. He punches the address into his gps, tossing the card back down as Davey stirs.

He climbs back into his car, and heads off.

He finds their house with relative ease. He marches up to the door, banging wildly on it, demanding to be let in.

The door swings open, revealing the man of the hour.

Jack Kelly

Oscar doesn't even wait for him to say anything before he pounces, both of the men crashing to the ground. Oscar has him pinned before Jack can do much of anything, and just starts whaling on him.

He doesn't think. He can't think. There's too much in him. Too many emotions. Too much anger that he's always just pushed down for Morris's sake. But, Morris isn't here.

Jack finds an opening enough to shove him off, and he tries to pin Oscar, but he isn't as practiced.

Oscar stands, chest heaving with his breaths as he kicks Jack down again. "Where is it?"

Jack is struggling to breathe, and Oscar can see it in the way he's moving and wheezing and struggling to stand. "Where's Mo's blanket?"

Jack staggers to his feet, breaths still coming out in wheezes. He glares at Oscar, trying to comprehend just what was being asked of him. He's seriously doing this over that fucking blanket? Nothing's changed. It's been almost two decades since they lived under the same roof, and Oscar Delancey hasn't changed one bit.

(This is the end of the super graphic stuff. There's mention of it further down, but nothing like what's between the red)

Still, he knows first hand that Oscar won't stop until he gets what he's looking for. Jack nods, holding tightly to his aching ribs, and disappears into the hall, leaving Oscar standing in the foyer alone.

Jack gets back quickly, throwing the blanket at Oscar-stupid ratty thing was worthless anyhow. "There. Now, get out."

Oscar holds tightly to the blanket, checking it over for damage. At least, more damage than it had had before. "You got a lotta nerve comin' to our house and takin' Mo's stuff. Him ain' done nothin' to you."

Jack has the audacity to laugh. Face beaten and bloodied, and he laughs?!

Oscar steps forward again, taking a sick sort of satisfaction in the way Jack cowers away from him.

"It's just a stupid blanket!" Jack huffs out, leaning against the wall. "What the hell does it matter if I have it or not?!"

"It ain't yours. That's what matters 'bout it. You don't get to do whatever you want," Oscar sneers, clutching the blanket tighter to his chest as he starts for the door. "Oh, and Kelly?"

Jack raises a brow, a soft "Hm?" escaping him.

"If you ever even think of hurting my little brother again, you gonna lose everyone you care about." He slammed the door closed behind him, going back for the car.

The drive back to Medda's, Oscar thinks over everything that had happened. His stomach sinks at the thought of what he might find when he gets back. Morris clawing and hitting and trying to find him. He isn't sure what he'll be like when he gets there. They've never been apart longer than a few minutes. And here he is, storming off. He's no better than the adults they grew up with, letting his anger take over and control him.

He's such an idiot.

He pulls back into his parking spot, Davey long gone from the sidewalk. He takes the blanket in his arms and makes his way to the door once more. He knocks, much softer than before, eyes welling with tears that he tries to hide when the door swings open again.

Medda pulls him in, wrapping her arms around him, one hand patting his back, the other curled securely around the back of his head. He gives a half-hearted attempt to push her away, though he ends up just sobbing against her chest for a moment. When he realizes Davey is sitting just across the room, he does pull away, wiping at his eyes.

"Where's Mo?" he croaks, and Medda gives him a small smile, patting his cheek.

"He's in your room, dear."

Oscar frowns at her. "He's... what?"

She leads him down the hall, to the very last door on the left, and opens it for him.

To say that Oscar is floored would be an understatement.

It's exactly like he remembers. Right down to the blue walls with the little daisies painted on them.

But

"Why?"

"I told you before you left, hun." Medda ruffles his hair, a show of affection she knows she may never get to do again. One she knows she's only getting to do now because both brothers are too vulnerable to deny. That Oscar doesn't have the energy left for a fit about being touched or doted on or pitied. "My kids always have a home here."

Oscar almost can't move. He's too overwhelmed by the thought that she'd kept it exactly how he'd left it.

And then, his eyes land on the sleeping form on the bed, and he crosses the threshold.

Medda closes the door behind him, and Morris whines as Oscar climbs into bed next to him. He tucks the blanket under Morris's arm, and kisses his head.

"Sorry, Mo... I had to get your blanket."

[arianatheangel-girl]

Five Sleepy Heads

Author’s note: This is more or less a plot bunny that wouldn’t leave my head after watching Agent Elvis again. For now this is just a one-shot (I used the name Erin as a placeholder), but please let me know if you’d like me to keep going with this idea! Also, this is kind of a work in progress, so I apologize if it seems a little disjointed in spots. I sure hope you like it!

Tagging: @heartbrake-hotel @loving-elvis @star-shard @eliseinmemphis

****

“You had your hand on the trigger! What the hell did you think would happen?”

“I was winging it! And besides, I thought the safety was on anyway!”

Elvis rubbed his forehead in frustration. This argument with the Commander was going nowhere, and he was beginning to get a headache.

It’s not like he wanted this to happen. How was he supposed to know that the stolen ray gun he and Cece were supposed to collect contained a youth serum (that had now turned one of their TCB contacts back into a baby)?

He’d just meant to threaten the terrorists with it and thus get him and the others out of there, but Bobby Ray had fallen into him and he’d accidentally shot their TCB contact, Erin, with the weapon instead of his intended target.

Now, they had a baby girl on their hands, and no clue what to do with her.

Elvis sighed. “Look, there’s gotta be a reversal function or something so we can switch her back, right? Don’t tell me you guys don’t have contingency plans for this sort of shit.”

“It’s a youth serum, not a fucking Etch-a-Sketch! We can’t reverse something like this so easily!”

Elvis was about to make a smart remark back, but then he heard a familiar sound: a baby screaming and crying. But unlike Cece (who kept saying many times she was not a kid person), he could tell what this cry meant; he’d developed a bit of an ear since having Lisa Marie, and could tell that certain pitches of cries meant things like hungry or wet or tired.

And judging from what he was hearing, this kid was seriously overtired, and Cece was clearly stressed out and not making things any better. So he needed to step in and help.

“Look, we’ll continue this bitch fest later. Right now, that little kid needs my help.” Elvis told the Commander before leaving and heading towards the impromptu nursery they’d set up in the TCB headquarters.

In the room, Cece was unsuccessfully trying to calm Erin’s cries by giving her different toys. Erin mostly just kept throwing them back at her face. So clearly this wasn’t working.

“Shh, shh kid, it’s okay. Here, look at the pretty colors!” she cooed, laying the baby on the colorful play mat on her back, and tapping Erin’s mobile to try and quiet her.

She began to look a little desperate when the baby still kept crying; she’d been wailing for the past half hour at least, and Cece had no clue how to deal with babies; it’s not like that had been part of her TCB training.

“Oh, for the love of God. Look, I don’t know what you want. What do you want from me, kid? What? What?” She begged, desperately shaking a rattle in the screaming baby’s face.

At that moment, Elvis burst open the door and immediately went over to the sobbing baby, scooping her off the play mat up into his arms and starting to rock her. “Shh, shh shh shh. It’s okay, baby girl. Daddy’s here, Daddy’s got you.” He murmured to the baby, not even really thinking about his words as his natural parental instinct started to take over.

Cece looked confused. “Wha—what are you doing, I’ve got this—!”

Elvis shook his head. “Look, just do me a favor and dim the lights, okay?”

Stressed, and not in any position to argue (nor with any stamina to do so), Cece obeyed.

Elvis then went over to the rocking chair and wound up a music box, which began to play the tune of Brahms’ Lullaby. He smiled as he rocked the baby and began to sing; this trick worked with baby Lisa Marie all the time.

There were five sleepy heads

All tucked into their beds

While I sang a lullaby

One got dream dust in her eye

There were four sleepy heads

Playing possum with me

Mr. Sandman came by

And then there were three

As he sang and rocked, Cece watched in amazement as the baby’s cries softened, and then ceased altogether. He really did seem like a natural with kids. Seeing Erin calm down, Elvis smiled and gently wiped away her tears, before cuddling her close and stroking her tiny tufts of blonde hair as he continued to sing.

Moonbeams played peek-a-boo

Three awake became two

And my song was almost done

When the land of nod took one

As he came towards the end of the song, the little one was already nodding off. Smiling, Elvis continued to sing the last verse of the song as he got up from the rocking chair, lifting the blankets of the baby’s cradle, before kissing her forehead and tucking her in as he started to rock the cradle. He didn’t even notice Cece had left the room already.

Kissed the last one goodnight

Then I heard not a peep

There were five sleepy heads

Now they're all fast asleep

Elvis smiled as he watched the baby fall asleep in the cradle, rocking it for a little while longer until he was certain she was fully asleep. “Goodnight, yittle one.” He whispered, giving the baby a final goodnight kiss as he slipped out of the room.

It was then he noticed Cece, sitting on the couch and looking upset with herself. Normally he’d make a smart aleck remark to her right about now, but even he could tell this was not the time to be snarky. Instead, he sat down by her and touched her shoulder.

“Hey, you okay?”

As expected, Cece flinched away from the touch.

“Yeah, yeah. Go on, tell me how I’d be a failure as a mother, just like mine. Go ahead, laugh it up! You know you want to!”

Elvis shook his head. “Now why on earth would I do that? If I’m being honest, you were actually pretty good with her.”

Cece looked up in astonishment. An actual compliment from her “partner”? Was she going crazy?

“What, no smartass quips? No insults? What’s gotten into you, man?” She asked.

Elvis sighed and shook his head again.

“Look; I’m a parent myself. And if there’s one thing I know, it’s this: Sometimes, you can do everything right and the kid’s still upset. Sometimes babies don’t even know what they’re crying about. Trust me; I’ve had my share of those kinds of moments with my own little Lisa Marie.

I can only know what to do in certain situations because I’ve learned to. It’s not something you can just get overnight. And judging from what you told me before, you were making a hell of a lot more of an effort than your ma did with you. So I’d say you were doing a pretty good job.”

For once, Cece didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t used to this kind of attitude from Elvis, or anybody else for that matter.

“I…thank you.” She finally told him.

Elvis just smiled and stood up. “Oh yeah. The ‘no smartass quips’ thing? Don’t get used to it. Now come on, we’ve gotta figure out what to do with this youth serum thing.”

[f0ul-f13nd]

A Social Construct Ch 9: six years ago

Hell.

Crowley is in Hell.

His first foster family - the Whitefields - always told him it’d happen. Told him he was bad - a sinner - and one day he’d be hurled down into the fiery pit with all the rest of them.

He must have fallen from a great height - all the way from Heaven maybe - because his body is wrecked, broken, burnt - just jagged bones under blistered skin.

He remembers the landing, vaguely, but it’s all a skew of flashing pictures - he was (escaping) tumbling down - so fucking scared (euphoric and free). Then a ruinous impact, and darkness.

(they will be cast out into outer darkness. there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth)

Guess it finally happened, just like Mr. Whitefield said.

When he wakes, the glow of the white fire is so bright he can barely squint his eyelids open -

(and they will throw them into the furnace of fire)

- and the pain is excruciating and inescapable, his body a calamity of live wires and collapsed scaffold, his head pounding with every beat of a heart shot through with shattered glass, pounding with the ceaseless screams and wails of the other sinners. He’s sorry for them, he is -

(this is evidence of their destruction)

- but they won’t shut up and it hurts, it hurts, it hurts his head.

His torturers have arrived, devils or demons - (oh fuck it’s real they’re real) - talking at him in a language he doesn’t understand, poking at him with something sharp, gripping his arm tight, too tight, pulling at him, hurting, and he hears a frantic beeping - (pip-pip-pip) - beating in time with the hammering throb in his head - a cheerful metronome to conduct the damned in their eternal chorus of groaning.

(and these will go away into eternal punishment)

Fuck - it’s done - just accept your judgement and shut. The. Fuck. Up. You’re hurting my head.

Oh shit it’s - is it me? Am I making that groaning sound?

“Hello?” One of the demons is talking to him, in English now. He wonders what abuse is coming next -

(they were thrown alive into the lake of fire that burns with sulphur)

- please, not that. God, it hurts so much already.

“I see you’re starting to perk up a bit. Can you tell me your name?”

Perk up - what? - no, he doesn’t want to perk up. He wants to sleep, dream, die, anything to escape from this. But the demon - no, the woman - is right. He can feel his brain starting to engage with reality.

And reality is pain. Lots of it. Savage enough that he’s writhing with it.

When Crowley first started working the garden at St. Beryl’s, he encountered a snake. It startled him, hissing and striking at him, and he struck its body twice with his shovel - just a reflex. Self-defence, really. He cried that night in his bed, a nine year old boy who had killed a living thing, had watched it squirm at his feet, its bones crushed flat, its muscles spasming and twitching, suffering on its belly in the dirt.

(on your belly you will go, and dust you will eat all the days of your life)

Now Crowley is the writhing serpent, every movement amplifying the signals to his nerves, but he can’t control his body any more than he can control his mouth - still whimpering like a baby. Like a nine year old boy in his bed. https://archiveofourown.org/works/45376648/

[autocann1bal]

part six of my playlist analysis!!

part 1 <;- part 2 &lt;- part 3 <- part 4 <- part 5 <- BACK TO THE SOUP WITH YEE

la seine - vanessa paradis no fucking clue what theyre saying but lockwood does idk he just knows french i feel it in my bones. he taught lucy the girls part and they sing it together. he didnt tell her wtf it meant hto and i think thats funny.

merry go round of life - nuvo orchestra THEY DANCE TO IT IN THE KITCHEN LATE AT NIGHT WHEN GEORGE IS ASLEEP SO THEY DONT WAKE HIM WAILS SOBS CRIES.  father - the front bottoms do i remember lockwoods canon relationship with his late father? no!! have i decided he has daddy issues?? yes!! (other than his dad being. dead. yk) young girl a - siinamota go look up the english lyrics. have fun. :) a match into water - pierce the veil we've seen how protective lockwood is of lucy, now what if someone almost killed her? think about that for a little bit smile. faster car - loving caliber this is about to give some people fucking WHIPLASH. im not even gonna explain this one cuz i wanna see how many people get it. its only sex - car seat headrest this song is just me projecting onto lockwood so im not. gonna vent here LMAOO laugh till i cry - the front bottoms more lockwood being reckless after lucy left? methinks yes. meteor shower - cavetown (i dont support or even like cavetown all that much i just have an emotional attachment to this song dont kill me please) RHHHGHGHGHFH THIS SONG IS SO CUTE ITS SO THEM ITS SO DOMESTIC AND SILLY JUST IMAGINE IF THE PROBLEM DIDNT EXIST AND THEY COULD GO OUT INTO A FIELD AT NIGHT (if they lived somewhere were feilds existed obv) AND LOOK AT THE STAIRS IM ACTIVELY SOBBING. ribs - lorde this song puts me into an immense state of grief everytime i hear it because it has one of those "nostalgia for something that never existed vibes" and i cherish it so dearly for that and it just gives them vibes. it fits their trio so well (i love holly but she doesnt exist yet here). alien blues - vundabar this is self explanatory i think. come a little closer - cage the elephant this one is similar to ribs for me. where is my mind - the pixies soft nighttime vibes reading together before snuggling up and going to bed <33. its ok i wouldnt remember me either - crywank lockwood thinking about death and how much he has to work with death just knowing jess is right there :( its one of those days when he just cant. get out of bed. luce and george always help him through those days, but its still hard.

memento mori - crywank same thing slightly different font. creature - half.alive uhh fuck you [throws religious trauma at lockwood] my alcoholic friends - the dresden dolls angry lockwood, but not anyone in particular, just angry at the system and the way it treats kids. because its a fucking nightmare and i hate the government. two birds - regina spektor owie owie owie norrie and lucy but the one who stayed didnt have a choice :(. i love you so - the walters rrhhfhhfhfhfhd angst angst angst theyre both feeling like their to much so they both start distancing when literally all they want is to be in the others arms but they cant because theyre afraid. goodbye, my danish sweetheart - mitski i love this song sm its so lucy idek why its just. her. cigarettes & feelings - the haunt absolutely locklyle skirting around talking about their feelings for WAYYY to long. perfume - lovejoy ouch lockwood constantly smelling lucys perfume wherever he goes after she leaves, he sees her shadow everywhere, thinks he sees her out of the corner of his eyes, but shes not there. its all futile! its all pointless! - lovejoy lockwood and his suicidal-ness just thinking for to long about how long he has to live and how hard it will all be. ramblings of a lunatic - bears in trees lockwood ranting to lucy late at night with her hands in his hair just listening to him talk about random shit but theyre together so its ok. snakes - mccafferty i have a slight mccafferty problem can you tell? i dont even know it feels like another just 'them talking' song. the house with no doorbell - mccafferty this entire song is so lockwood coded i will die on this hill. drop from our windows - mccafferty same as the last one. fentanyl - mccafferty i dont actually really know for this one i just think its lockwood vibes. water fountain - alec benjamin what lockwood thinks is gonna happen if lucy hangs out with kipps LMAOO. this is sorta a joke but hes genuinely scared that kipps is going to steal her from him. nights like these - pigeon pit another lucy-and-lockwood-are-both-having-breakdowns-and-panic-attacks-but-seperately-wishing-they-could-be-together type beat. little lion man - mumford & sons lockwood thinking about jess -> could also be lockwood thinking about how he drove lucy away after she left. trees II - mccafferty jesus i have a mccafferty problem. 'i need you more than you need me' NO YOU BOTH NEED EACHOTHER AND YOU DONT RELAIZE IT BECAUSE YOURE TOO BUSY BEING SCARED OF OPENING UP TO THE OTHER ONE DAMMIT. twin size mattress - the front bottoms yk i had to. lockwood is an angsty lad we know he aboslutely loves tfb. aesthetic? (more like ass-pathetic) - panuccis pizza lockwood you sad sad little man. internet ruined me - wilbur soot OK I KNOW. WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE. but the actual sound of it gives lockwood vibes. not the lyrics but the sound. first love/late spring - mitski this is such a lucy song come ON its so her the whole 'i was so young when i behaved 25'??? literally her. helium - glass animals its just. its so them. also kinda feels like george watching their relationship unfold and being jealus vibes WHICH IS WHY I PROPOSE QPR- [gunshots] https://open.spotify.com/track/2BlDX1yfT0ea5wo0vjCKKa?si=32f77e7933024562 <- link because i dont know japanese!! this!! song!! if you where on anime tiktok at anypoint in time you know it and you know why its here.

1983 - neon trees dancing in the kitchen vibes. little talks - of monsters and men this song makes me so distraught but its another situation with talking to the moon (bruno mars) where its lockwood talking to himself in his room, pretending hes talking to lucy. and the series goes on!! we're more than halfway through tho :D part 7 here we go!!

[starrycollesta]

ROUGH ME UP !

━━━━ PARING ! eddie munson x dom!reader

━━━━ WORDS ! 1.3k

━━━━ SYNOPSIS ! you rough up your boyfriend eddie munson.

━━━━ INCLUDES ! manhandling, sub!eddie, hard dom!reader, face slapping, descriptive sex, smut, ass play, sex toy (dildo), dacryphilia, masochist!eddie, sadistic!reader, spanking, spit kink, vocal!eddie, name calling, degradation, plotless smut.

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Eddie laid on the bed, hands and feet tied up. His naked body was in a starfish position, not able to do anything but take what you gave him. His 8-inch hard cock leaked, cum falling from his tip and running down his veiny length. He stared at you through hazy and droopy dark eyes.

Before being in his current position, you had forcefully pushed him onto your lap and delivered hard spanks to his blush ass. He practically wailed and sobbed as he was forced to count at each blow delivered to his ass. You then proceeded to shove a well lubed up dildo and thrust it in and out of his greedy entrance. His hole swallowed the girthy and long dildo as you bottomed it out then pushed it in, pace speeding up.

"Who's fucking ass is this, hmm?" You asked as you continued to thrust the dildo in his ass sometimes grabbing Eddie's reddening ass cheek and spreading it apart to see the dildo disappear inside of him. You could only imagine how splitting Eddie open on your cock would feel if you had a real one.

"All yours, my ass is yours-oh shit!" He cried out when you hit the dildo in his prostate dead-on. You smirked and sped up the dildo, breaking his ass in further as you delivered a few spanks to his slightly bouncing behind. Once again pulling apart his cheeks, you lifted the dildo and spat into his now gaping hole. Eddie gasped and groaned so loudly you were tempted to cover your ears.

"Fuck, feels so good...yeah, please fuck me harder," Eddie jiggled his ass, moaning when he felt the object brush up against his abused walls. You slapped his ass in warning and continued to pound him with the rubber toy.

You stood at the foot of the bed, body hugged in a black leather body suit, showing off your curves and pushing up your breasts. Between your legs the leather material was crotchless, revealing your pussy and conveniently making it so you didn't have to take the whole body suit off when you fucked Eddie.

You brought a hand to your wet pussy, spreading it apart with your fingers, all the while remaining eye contact with your boyfriend. Eddie bit his lip, concealing a moan, as he watched you play with your pussy- tempting and mocking him.

"Bet you wish you could break out of those restraints and eat my pussy like a good slut, don't you Eddie?" You grinned at him, watching as his eyes darkened and chest heaved. He grunted and pulled at the restraints as if his attempts would prove to be successful. You made sure to tie him up extra tight because he had a habit of breaking loose from the restraints you placed.

"Fuck sweetheart, please just let me fuck you...need it so bad," Eddie pleaded, lips pouting while his eyes looked back at you like a wounded little animal. You shook your head and grinned cynically as he begged you for mercy. You absolutely loved when he begged you for just an ounce of pleasure, of relief. As much as you liked taking care of him, you also liked treating him as though he were beneath you and roughing him up then fucking him till, he went cross eyed, tongue lolling out.

"Hmm, let me think about it...yeah, no," You tisked at him, slipping a finger into your hot pussy before throwing your head back and moaning. You paid him no mind as you finger fucked yourself, finger hitting your g-spot and causing you to buck into the air, chasing your high. You continued to fuck yourself to the brink of a powerful orgasm, digit diving in and out of your warmth.

"Oh fuck," You cried out, 2 fingers rapidly entering your cunt while you bit your lip harshly at the pleasure you were making yourself feel. You smiled as you watched Eddie curse under his breath, bucking up into the air, cock bouncing, as he attempted to get some relief on his painfully hard length against his abdomen.

Cursing as you felt the pressure in the pit of your stomach grow stronger, you finally finished yourself off with a drawn-out moan.

"Shit that was so hot..." Eddie let out a breathy laugh as you breathed heavily, still recovering from your previous orgasm.

"Now that I came, I guess you can finally get your cock wet like the filthy and worthless whore that you are," You shrugged then crawled slowly on the bed, keeping eye contact with the breathless male. You hovered above him, legs on either side of him and lined yourself up with his cock before sinking down.

Eddie cursed as you settled yourself around his touch starved cock. After letting yourself adjust to Eddie's impressive size, you slowly moved your hips back and forth.

Eddie moaned beneath you and seemingly without thinking, bucked up into you. You abruptly stopped and lifted yourself off his cock.

"Wait-fuck, no, no, no- shit, I'm sorry." Eddie quickly apologized once he realized his error. You raised an eyebrow at him before launching at him and grabbing his jaw forcefully.

Eddie let out a yelp at the sudden pressure to his jaw.

"Did I say you can thrust up in me?" You spat the words out like they were detrimental to your being. He stared up at you, tears forming in the corner of his eyes, threatening to fall down his flushed cheeks. Your degradation did nothing to stop the pulsing as needy dick below you, your cruel words only spurred him on.

"N-no," Eddie shook his head frantically, staring at you wide eyed.

"What's the rule Eddie or do you need to be reminded of your place?" You hummed and tilted your head.

Eddie gulped, "No thrusting up like an untrained whore without permission."

You loosened your grip on his face before drawing your hand back and slapping him. When your hand impacted him, he cried out, some tears falling from his eyes.

You knew that slap was unnecessary, but you simply couldn't help yourself. He looked so pretty looking up at you, cheeks flushed with tears in his eyes from the denial of pleasure. You loved roughing your pretty boyfriend to the point of tears with him deep in subspace.

You huffed, releasing his face, giving his cock a few quick pumps before returning to your position above his cock. You stared into his eyes, trying to keep a straight face, as his cock filled you up. You rolled your hips slowly, savoring the feeling of his thick cock filling you up deliciously. Eddie whined below you as you lifted yourself up before pushing down forcefully. Your slow pace started to turn brutal as you bounced hard on his cock, chasing your orgasm.

His cock hit your cervix repeatedly along with your g-spot. His balls slapped against your ass with a loud "pat" noise. You honestly didn't think you could last any longer with the pleasure you were feeling. And it would seem neither could Eddie considering his wildly convulsing dick in your pussy.

"That's right slut, take what I'm giving you. I'm the only one to give you such pleasure," You gritted your teeth and bounced on his cock, slapping noises echoing in the room.

Eddie threw his head back and nodded weakly, "You're the only one who can ride my pathetic cock so fucking hard."

Your pussy clenched even harder around his dick once he said those words. You savagely bounced as the man below you restrained himself from thrusting up into you and blowing his load.

"Cum with me," You whispered out as you felt yourself cum and Eddie quickly followed with a wail and a strong shudder as his hot sperm shot into your pussy. Almost like a vacuum, your pussy drank up his cum, only some of it dripping down your thigh.

As you felt Eddie grow soft, you dismounted his cock.

[elysianslove]

haikyuu boys that ━━

━━ would absolutely, definitely, 100% get nauseous, dizzy, possibly might faint, while their s/o is in labor. one peak and they’re doubling over the hospital bed, inhaling deeply and exhaling sharply, steeling themselves. some are surprising, some are expected. all are stupid.

iwaizumi hajime; he just cannot. he cannot fathom what is happening. there is no way you’re going through that and surviving. no wonder you’re screaming in pain. of course you’re screaming in pain. he takes one look at what’s going on and just immediately takes a step back, eyebrows raised and hand pressed to his chest like “my god.” he’s an 8/10 though because he is incredibly supportive and those arms are great to grab onto. will not complain for a second (is strangely way too quiet), but he’s worryingly pale. maybe he’s quiet cause if he speaks he’ll throw up. 

miya atsumu; he’s this close to screaming. or crying. possibly both. he can’t tell if he’s scared in general or scared for you or if he’s hurting seeing you hurting. in fact, no one can tell. he just looks like he’s watching an alien abduction happen right before his eyes. like a 6/10 because he probably does actually faint. it’s almost as if he’s the one in labor. and he’s the annoying kind of supportive that makes you want to smack him like shut the fuck up i’m pushing a whole child out of me right now. but his reactions are extremely endearing and hilarious to watch back because he most definitely insisted on filming. 

akaashi keiji; the silent struggler. really doesn’t wanna make it obvious at all. like he really, really, really doesn’t want you knowing that he’s uncomfortable in any way, but he’s like, sweating from how nauseous he is. a big part of it is hating seeing you in pain; he cringes every time you so much as groan or pant. 7/10 because he’s incredibly supportive but his hands are way too clammy :/ like fr get a grip keiji. again, supportive, but his voice is shaky so it’s like, really ineffective. he cries when he sees his baby and it automatically makes him an 11/10.

sakusa kiyoomi; absolute coward. pussy. it’s not about hygiene, he’s just genuinely mortified. keeps asking you’re okay like,,, what do you think, sir? he keeps looking even though every time he does it doesn’t get any better? question mark? you can see him visibly gulping cause he’s in so much shock. like a 5/10 because he forgets to hold your hand. just stands there. eyes wide and mouth parted like a dumb fish. chokes back on his sobs when he hears his baby’s cries and it’s adorable how he brings his hand up to silence himself so maybe he’s a 7/10.

goshiki tsutomu; please he probably has a panic attack mid labor. definitely screams with you and all the nurses and the doctor are like ???? holds your hand tighter than you’re holding his. apologizes the whole time. the whole time. like the doctor asked him if he wants to see what’s happening, which idk why they would consider that a smart idea, and he just wailed like, “baby i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry, can we just adopt?” a 3/10. he’s so cute but. bring someone else if you don’t want to rip your hair out and his. 

kageyama tobio; he absolutely tries to pretend that he’s okay but he just gets really, really quiet once you start delivering and his lips are chapped and his pupils are blown and his face is so pale. he looks like he just got off of a really bad rollercoaster. he’s not even holding your hand you’re just hanging onto an unmoving, lifeless limb. maybe 6/10, cause he could be better in the supportive department but, at least he was quietly panicking. he does have a mini panic attack once his baby is in his arms though. like just starts hyperventilating. it’s okay though! it’s actually kind of cute <3

lev haiba; actually faints. not probably. he actually faints. like all 6′5 of him just drops onto the floor by your bed and you’re like ,,, damn, guess i’m doing this alone then. he wakes up and the first thing he sees is your baby crowning and he just faints again pls. someone has to be there with you, just like to help him to you. he cannot stand straight at all, he’s leaning on the bed the whole time. 5/10 because it genuinely makes you laugh it kind of makes the pain bearable. they have to get a chair in case he just falls back cause he’s just so dizzy pls.

━━ would be so fucking annoying. who the hell let them in this room? why did you agree to this? how are you going to raise a child with them? regrets. so many regrets. 

tanaka ryūnosuke; he’s like annoyingly scared. shut up and calm down for a minute i’m trying to birth your child here. swears so much like “holy shit holy shit that’s a big baby.” like pls you’re trying to push it out of you and he has the audacity to say shit like that? treats it like it’s some sort of volleyball match like he cheers whenever the doctor praises you. maybe a 5/10 cause he’s just annoying, but it’s motivating in a way. accepts any insult you throw at him too, like he’s so on board with it. “yes, i’m absolutely a piece of shit— what do you mean you’re not getting anywhere near my dick babe wait.”

bokuto kōtarō; listen :( you don’t want to think he’s annoying but he lowkey is. he’s trying his hardest to make this an easier experience for you but you just need him to be a little quieter. like this hurts bo, calm down please. you want to match his energy but it’s literally physically impossible. he’s an 8/10 though because you doubt it’d have been possible to go through it without him. bokuto’s incredibly ripped too so he lets you hang onto him and he holds you tightly too, like grips your hands and legs so strong that it’s v physically supportive too. 

kozume kenma; he’s so. quiet. like say something kozume. say anything. he’s just wincing and cringing. 4/10 cause where’s the emotion. lets you hold his hand, like wow you should be honored. insults you back if you insult him???? like what’s that about???? when he sees his baby he does like, sharply intake a breath or whatever cause he doesn’t want to cry but he’s really struggling not to, which is kind of cute you guess. films the whole thing and does like a peace sign with a very nonchalant face but he has a filter on and the filter scans your face too except you’re like screaming. actually a 3/10. 

sugawara kōshi; he’s incredibly supportive yes, but mans will be laughing at you. laughing. at you. probably films you and is like properly giggling and laughing boisterously. is so unfazed by anything and everything he sees. he would so easily be a 10/10 but he becomes a -1/10 just cause he’s an ass. definitely like is breathless and is so mind-blown when he sees his baby. just in awe and in shock that he laughs like, “we made that holy crap.” good to have in the delivery room because he does make the atmosphere easier and more lighthearted, but,,, at what cost? your sanity’s. 

suna rintarō; the amount of times you wanted to punch him you cannot count on your ten fingers. makes some sex joke about how you’re so stretched out. you literally want to deck him. films the birthing process and makes you watch the video when you’re not even done delivering the baby? cause he’s insane i guess? justifies it as “this is a reminder of how strong you are,” like shut up with your bullshit. it’s kinda smart tho cause you can pull this on your kid later but still. he’s so fucking annoying. if you hold his hand too hard he’ll be like “it can’t be that bad stop being such a baby,” and the baby is delivered like an hour early out of spite. a 6/10 tho cause somehow you love him and decided to have a baby with him. 

ushijima wakatoshi; pt.2 to say fucking something??? he’s mostly quiet cause he doesn’t really know what to say, and cause he’s never seen you in this much pain and it’s kind of shocking him. he’s not scared though, cause it’s like, a natural process of human life and the life cycle and all that stuff, he’s just like. taking time to process it. lets you hold his hand though. also if you wanna like give up halfway through he’s annoyingly angry with you like “no. you can’t just give up halfway. stop being a coward.” like why don’t you give it a try toshi??? a 5/10. could do better. 

terushima yuuji; so hyperactive that it’s infuriating. doesn’t even hold your hand, he just stands back and observes and like cheers. literally will jump every time you push, like what the fuck, my love? makes really weird comments like “what does it feel like? does it feel like you’re pooping?” like???? it feels like i’m being torn in half yu :D a 4/10 only cause when you ask if you can slap him he wholeheartedly agrees and the doctor cannot hold their laugh back. also definitely plays like the chika dance and makes the nurses do it with him. probably films a tiktok too. you’re going to kill him after. 

oikawa tōru; he’s trying so hard to be supportive and your backbone but he’s just so jittery and nervous. he’s not going to faint or get nauseous, but he literally cannot stay still. he’s so anxious it’s making you anxious. his hands are shaking when they grip yours, but honestly, completely unbiased of course, an 8/10, cause it really is so endearing. like he’s breathlessly and exasperatingly praising you and you can tell he’s near tears just gasping back sobs so ,,, maybe he’s not that annoying. but he is. he is annoying. a little. 

━━ would be the best of the best. perfectly supportive. a lovely anchor. not too quiet, not too chatty. is so soft and gentle with you. you fall in love with them all over again. 

miya osamu; definitely a 10/10. husband material. he has a cloth that’s just patting away at your sweat. kisses your hand and knuckles. soothingly rubs at your thighs. tells you you’re doing great, that it’ll all be worth it. kisses your forehead. grins at you halfway through when you need that extra motivation. literally all the nurses and the doctor are swooning over him. he’s very nervous deep down but he won’t show it, not for a moment, for your sake. 10/10. can’t stress this enough. 

kita shinsuke; another king! so soft with you when you feel like giving up. just speaks to you in hushed tones like, “you’ve come this far, lovely. you can’t back out now. think of all the happy moments we’ll get to share just a few hours from now.” and you’re like “alright i’m sold.” completely unfazed by anything he sees. okay maybe a little fazed but he just kisses your forehead after sneaking a peak and tells you you’re doing wonderfully. 100000/10. imagine him as the father of your children???? like literally who else would you want????

aran ojiro; wow another inarizaki i sense a trend. except atsumu he’s a pussy. cheers you on quietly, holds onto your legs, breathes with you, smooths your hair back, literally just an angel. if you take a small break he just spends it quietly talking with you to get your mind off the pain. his knuckles are just caressing your jaw and cheek softly till you’ve calmed down. 10/10 obviously. he’s just the right amount of loud supportive and quiet supportive. kisses you full on the mouth when he first hears his baby’s cries and can’t stop thanking you. literally wtf he’s so cute.

kuroo tetsurō; he’s actually surprisingly very serious when you’re delivering the baby. he’s cracking jokes and all before to try and get you less nervous but it’s actually because he’s freaking out. he’s mostly quiet, just holding onto your hand as tightly as you’re gripping his. he holds his breath every time you push. keeps whispering i love you and pressing kisses to your temple. a 9/10 cause he’s so quiet it’s a little scary but he cannot hold back his tears when he sees his baby. kisses you all over your face after. 

satori tendō; very emotional. like so emotional. he’s teary eyed the whole time, just thanking you even if you hadn’t given birth yet. it makes the nurses cry too cause it’s so lovely to see him get so visibly affected by this. he’s just whispering thank you’s and i promise not to let you down ever and i promise to love you forever and you’re pretty sure he’s speaking to the baby you’re birthing at this point. 9/10 cause he made you cry :( no but really he’s a 10/10. super loving, keeps asking you if you’re okay, if you need water, need to hold his hand, anything. angel, fr. 

matsukawa issei; relatively surprising as well because you expected him to be more than just annoying, but he’s just. in awe. he’s so amazed by how much you’re going through, and he just stores it in the back of his brain. literally thanks you for the next 50 years to come. laughs endearingly with you to lighten the mood. 9/10. a point is deducted because he jokingly said that now you’ll be able to take his dick really easily. a nurse choked in shock pls. gets real close after to whisper i love you so that only you can hear. he’s just a dream <3

━━ would not let you move an inch after giving birth. all the work is on them for the next 5 years. 

all of them. not a single one is left out in this one. they’re annoying but ,,, they all love very strongly <3

end note; listen idk what this is. i had a vision where iwaizumi could not handle his s/o giving birth and the thought was actually so sweet to me, just the nurses laughing at him and he’s just breathing deeply to try and not throw up and then. this happened. anyways. this helped put me in a better mood so i hope it does/did for anyone else too!