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jasmines-library · 2 months

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I know i’ve already sent in a lot of requests, i practically live in your inbox(not sorry), but i just wanted to know if you could whip up some really angsty stuff?

Maybe something with reader being on patrol and she just randomly passes out and just won’t wake up again?

idk, i’m just craving your content😞🙏

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Note: Anything for you my love. Dont feel bad for sending them in, i smile everytime your name is in my inbox. sorry for the wait. :))

Warnings: Poison/drugging, passing out, needles, ivs but non graphic

Word Count: 1.3k

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There it was again. That funny feeling. You couldn’t quite place it, but it tickled the back of your mind. Physically, you felt fine. There was just something off about the whole night. Tim was running alongside you, the soles of his boots making little to no noise as he weaved nimbly down the street. Dick was slightly ahead; you were watching his six.The three of you were currently pursuing Poison Ivy, who royally pissed off, was threatening to release a batch of poisons into the water supply; naturally, it was your job to try and stop her before she could actually get there. Batman was also in pursuit, but he was coming from the other side of the city which meant that the chances of you and your brothers stopping Ivy before she got there were pretty high.

You had almost caught up with Ivy when it happened. You could see her ahead, her torn clothes flapping against the winds that whipped between the skyscrapers and whistled down the alleyways. You pushed yourself to run faster, feeling the burn in your calves as you raced towards her auburn figure. You would have caught her if you didn’t catch a glimpse of one of her goons perched on a window ledge. It was dark, but you could practically see his crooked grin as he leered down at the three unsuspecting vigilantes. By the time you had realised what was actually happening, it was too late.

The needle dug deep into your neck, with such a blunt force that you would have yelped if you didn’t have the sense to plaster your hand over your lips. It stung and would most certainly leave a bruise later. But what worried you was not, the soon to be bruise, but the groggy sensation that began to settle over you.

Blindly reaching for the syringe, you pulled it from your neck with a grunt. It clattered to the floor. Everything seemed to swim before you in a mix of colours. It made you feel sick. And suddenly your body felt numb, stubborn limbs refusing to move how they normally would. You lurched forward stumbling and trying to grip onto the wall to keep yourself upright. It was hardly any use though; whatever they had stuck you with made it nearly impossible to tell which way was up as your world span. You had fallen behind, moving without a coherent thought as you tried to keep up with the speck that you thought was Tim. Everything was too loud, but you could make out no sounds, just a piercing ringing.

“R’vn…” Someone was talking to you. You weren’t even aware you had stopped and hands swam in front of your face. Touching. Someone was touching you; their hands were against your shoulders trying to keep you upright. But who…

There was no face in front of you. Only a mangled mess of colours and an echo of your code name frantically falling from their lips. They were trying to get you to respond, to say anything but your eyes and glassed over and your limbs had fallen limp in against the stone wall you had been stumbling against.

And then your body gave up completely.

Tim had to scramble to catch your body as you keeled over, ragdolling into his arms with limbs splayed out in each direction. He cursed, panicked and settled you down on the ground to stand over you. Wide eyed, he pressed the emergency signal on his coms, praying that Dick would get to you quickly and that Batman was close enough to catch Ivy.

He tried your name again, shaking you by the shoulders. There was no response; your head just lolled to the side. It was then that he realised your body was hot. Far too hot. He struggled to get off his glove before pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. You didn’t even stir.

“Son of a bitch.” Dick skidded to a stop beside his brother, palling at the sight of you on the ground. “What happened?”

“I-i don’t know. She was fine one minute and the next she practically collapsed against the wall-” Tim stuttered, unable to keep his composure. Usually, he was the one with the steady hand they could all rely on, but now he was completely short circuiting.

With a curt nod, Dick tried to shake you awake, calling your name.

“I tried that.” Tim stated.

Dick nearly snapped at his brother for making an irritating statement when he saw the lines spider-webbing up your neck. They were thin and black, spindling out like branches of a tree devoid of its leaves. Twisting your head gently to the side, Dick revealed it to Tim who swallowed thickly.

“Drugged?” He asked meekly.

Dick shook his head. “Poisoned.”

Tim shifted his vision anxiously between Dick and you. His head perked up when something clattered off to their right. Dick was up in an instant, standing over you with his escrima sticks flickering with their angry blue charge. Tim reddied his bo staff.

“Go find them.” Nightwing ordered, standing over you protectively. “I’ll watch her.”

Tim darted off for a moment as the older boy watched you with shifty eyes, hardly relaxing when he returned a few moments later. By that time you had begun sweating and your skin had grown clammy and gaunt .When he looked at him with optimistic eyes, the younger boy shook his head.

“Nothing. But I did find this.” He produced a small syringe filled with a dark green liquid. The one you had pulled frantically from your neck.

“Good! That's good.” Dick exclaimed, taking a shaky breath. “We need to get her back to the cave. Page Alfred. Get him to prepare the infirmary.”

“On it.”

Sliding his hands under your body, he scooped up your limbs with ease. “Hang in there, kiddo.”

“Get her on the bed, quick.”

Alfred was on the two boys as soon as he heard the cave entrance fling open. Dick was sling clinging to you as he bustled through the door, hot on Tim’s heels who forced everyone out of the way. They all watched you with worried creases etched onto their complexions.

Dick lay you down on the bed. As soon as he was out of the way Alfred was replacing the empty space beside you, inspecting the spread of the poison. It had now begun to crawl down your arms and up the side of your face. Your features seemed sunken and your heart rate was dangerously slow.

He reached for a needle of his own, sliding it into your skin before hooking you up to an IV.

“What’s that?” Tim asked. His voice wavered.

“Hopefully an antidote and some fluids to flush it out of her system. Babs managed to analyse the sample you sent over. The poison is lethal, but because she managed to pull it out before the whole thing entered her system, we think this should help.”

“And if it doesn't?” Jason’s voice asked from where he had been lingering in the doorway.

“Let's hope it does.”

It took much longer than they had hoped for you to wake up, but nevertheless you did. Slowly but surely you cracked open your eyes and blinked at them groggily. It seemed that Alfred and Babs had been spot on; the antidote worked, but it made everyone nervous to think that if you hadn’t pulled out the toxin when you had, the situation could have been very different. Damian cringed at the thought.

They had all been there when you woke up. They had been taking it in turns to watch you because they couldn;t bear the thought of you waking up alone, but when Jason called out that you were stirring they all rushed to your side to sit with you.

It was nice to wake up with the all beside you, despite the fact that you felt like death. Probably because you had been so close to it.

Ivy was arrested and sent to Arkham without much of a second thought.Batman had caught her before she managed to release the rest of her poisons. She had made an attempt on your life. It was safe to say that she deserved jail time for that, though there was no saying how long she was actually going to stay there for.

The air was much lighter in the manor now that you were awake. You were still on bed rest for a short while, much to your protests and grumbling. But, luckily for you you were surrounded by a whole handful of people that wanted to do things for you that you didn’t even need help with. Not that you minded too much… Either way, they were there for you completely throughout your recovery, glad that you were going to be just fine.

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skyebounded · 2 months

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Morning Wood

Masterlist .Harry Potter Universe Masterlist.

premise: your boyfriend is always waking you up with a little treat, now it's your turn to wake him up.

pairing: Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

warnings: handjob mostly, theo moaning...not proofread, and idk what else..

wc: 1.5k

a/n: This is just a drabble, but I was missing theo...

Theo is a little spoon, and I'm not sorry, if you want a big spoon, you know where to find one, but Theo is a little spoon man, however, he does enjoy being the big spoon from time to time. Mans just loves holding you in any fashion, so you know, whatever. But lazy mornings with Theo being the little spoon always allow for fuckery of the highest degree. I am a firm believer that Theo is someone who would rather have his cock buried inside of you, than anything else. Don't get him wrong, he loves oral, loves hand jobs, but nothing beats being inside of you, and you know that, so sometimes you torture him with the fact that you can get him off, and not the other way around.

Waking up, raging boner, naturally he wants to fuck you, why would he not, but alas, you are holding onto him, your arm wrapped tightly around his torso, your head comfortably buried in his back. He doesn’t want to move, because it's heaven, but at the same time, he wants to turn around, wake you up with kisses littered all over your skin, perhaps tease you by pressing his cock into the thin fabric of your panites, his hands cupping your perfect breasts as his fingers toy with your nipples, his mouth eagerly exploring your delicate skin. but he doesn't, he refrains, not wanting to wake you. Little does he know, you are already awake, have been for a while, just enjoying the feeling of him being wrapped in your arms. Greedily taking in the scent of him, the fresh musky smell that will linger on the sheets for days, not that you mind it in the slightest, in fact you loved it.

You knew what was happening to him, it was killing him, noting the way he was starting to get slightly restless, fighting the urge to turn around to face you, but you decided to basically tell him that you were awake without having to say anything. Slowly and surely sliding your hand down his toned abdomen, fingers tracing over his v-line listening to the soft shutter of his breathing, thumb looping under the band of his boxers and you hear his breath hitch, as your cold hands make contact with his skin.

“Love?” he hisses, with the smallest gasp, and you can’t help but smile and bury your face in his back. Kissing along his spin, as your fingers begin to trace his cock gently. His body had gone tense for a few brief moments, before he eased into your calming touch. Noting the way he moves ever so slightly when you touch certain spots. You could tell he wanted to turn around, to see you, touch you even, but you weren’t going to let him, not in the slightest.

“Good morning, handsome.” you mutter to him, kissing his shoulder, brushing the beads of precum over the tip of him, before taking his cock into your hand, as you slowly but surely worked him up and down, at the slowest pace that you could manage. His muscles were flexing under you. You could feel his back flexing just below your breasts, and you would be lying to say that you didn’t feel a wave of heat rush between your thighs, especially with the way his breath quickly grew uneasy.

“Fu-fuck! Good morning-” he couldn’t even finish the sentence, you were quickly clouding all reason, and ability to speak coherently. It made you smile, seeing the way you could so easily affect him, feeling the way his body reacted to your touch, the way his muscles contracted, his chest heaved, you could even feel the racing of his heart, as your grip tightened around him. You couldn’t lie, you would love to let him turn around, strip you bare, kissing every inch of your perfect body, letting his tongue taste every sinful inch of you. To let him bottom out inside of you, feeling his cock hit that sweet spot deep inside your needy cunt that he knew would make you sing, but you were enjoying the power and control that you had over the situation, over him.

The sweetest groan escapes him, as your hand slows, you were toying with him, with his pleasure. Theo tries to turn around, to face you, but you don’t let him.

“Love, let -fuck- let me…I need you ..” he mutters into his bicep, his eyes clenched shut as he begins to thrust against you hand with abandon. He could feel the sweet beginnings of his release building up inside of him with each stroke you gave him, and by merlin did it feel good.

“Theo, let me play with you…..” You smirk, knowing that it was killing him not to be buried deep inside you. He lets out a shattered and broken moan, at your words, his hips stuttering into your grasp. He couldn’t tell you no, couldn’t stop the wonderful assault that your hand had on him. All he could do was give in, breathing heavily into the crook of his shoulder, whispering profanities, so lowly that you couldn’t hear them fully. Your pace was languid, pushing yourself up against him harder, your free hand running through his hair comfortingly, while you whispered praises into his ear. “So good for me, Theo…such a good boy..” “Does this feel good?” If you wanted to kill him, that would be a sure way, there was no question there. He was on fire, his whole body. He needed more, he needed you.

He turns around, this time you let him, falling flat on his back, His eyes shoot up to look up at yours, his ocean blue eyes, lidded and affectionate, the perfect representation to what he was feeling. Horny and loving all at the same time.

“Please, love,” he mutters. His hand moves down to meet yours, perfectly wrapped around his cock. Brushing his thumb over the tip, collecting some of the precum that was still leaking out of him, moaning softly at the contact. His eyes were still glued to yours, as he wrapped his hand around your small one, helping you to work his shaft at a quicker pace. Leaning down over him, you suck, lick and bite at his neck, littering it in all sorts of marks, letting his hand guide your own. You could feel the cold contrast of his wedding band against your hand, a permanent reminder that he was yours and it made your heart flutter. God you loved him.

As you press your lips to his, in a hungry and desperate kiss, you feel his hips stutter, before you feel it dripping down your hand. He can’t help but bite down on your lip, moaning the soft lullaby that was your name as thick ropes of his warm cum trickled down your own hand and his. His chest was heaving, his hurried breath fanning across your face in his attempts to slow it. “You’ll be the death of me, woman..” he groans, as your hand continues to work him, letting him ride out his high, for as long as his body could take. He couldn’t cease the flow of praises and sweet words that were leaving him, not like he wanted to in the first place. “You know I love you, right? Always?” He always got soft when he was in his post orgasmic bliss, every word soft spoken on his tongue, every longing glance filled with such adoration. It was one of your favourite things. “I love you..” you say softly, the sweetest most innocent smile on your lips, finally stopping your flow, when you feel his hand squeeze yours in a sense of warning.

It was in an instant that he had you now on your back, hands pinned beside your head, his lean frame hovering over yours, and the gold chain that he often wore dangling in your face. “Say it again.” He didn’t know what it was about hearing you tell him that you loved him, but it was addicting. It was his own personal drug. Perhaps it was the way you said it, Angelic voice, plus lips, or perhaps it was the meaning behind it, the one that he craved so desperately, it was a sense of promise, and comfort. With just three little words he knew that no matter what you were his, and that was all he wanted. “Please..” he prods, and all you could do was repeat it, letting the promise fall from your lips as he planted a kiss on your sensitive skin after each one. Down your jaw and neck, over the valley of your breasts, sweet pecks, and quick flicks of his tongue over your nipples, before continuing his descent down your body, listening to your soft 'I love you's. Fingers looping over the band of your sheer panties, before tugging them gently down your thighs and discarded to the floor before settling himself between your spread legs. His eyes look up to meet yours; the hunger in them is ever present as he licks his lips. Staring down at your dripping cunt, needy and ready for him. “Now it’s my turn.”

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rongzhi · 1 month

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How would you describe the concept of being gender fluid in mandarin? I've been avoiding coming out to my parents for a while bc I straight up don't know what I'd say - I don't know enough Chinese and idk if they'd be able to understand what I'm trying to communicate if I said it in English. They're both from the Hebei area if that helps at all, and they're not really conservative but they're also not at all caught up on modern terminology so,,, any help would be appreciated 😭

First of all, I want to say that I hope things go well and I’m rooting for you 💖

The term for gender fluid in Chinese, as I’m sure you know, is 流性人 liú xìng rén/流性别者 liú xìng bié zhě.

I’m honored that you think highly enough of my input that you asked, so I wanted to give an answer. However, I am not really a good person to ask about coming out to parents because I have not personally done so in any coherent manner myself, even though my parents aren’t conservative, either.

I can say that I think if I was to come out (hopefully I will one day—I just want to be financially stable first, altho... hmm...), I will probably explain it as best I can in English first and then later offer supplementary reading materials in Chinese. In my mind, the best course of action would be to just start off with the facts—say there is something important you want to share with them and that it would mean a lot if they could hear you out first (or however you talk to your parents normally to get them to sit and listen for a bit). “I am [genderfluid], this means I [whatever it means to you personally, as well as what it doesn’t mean/how you came to this realisation, etc].” I think if I was to explain genderfluidity to my parents, I would include what it might appear as in terms of personal outer appearance as well as how it affects your inner life. I would mention why it’s important/significant enough to your identity that you want them to recognise this is how you identify. I think emphasising the euphoric aspects/how being openly genderfluid would make you happy will be more beneficial to you, rather than try and immediately teach the terminology. My parents often say that they want me to be happy so I would try to explain how sharing that part of who I am would make me happy.

Your parents might understand what transgender identity is because it’s talked in the news a lot, so you could try approaching it from that direction, too. If they know of Guanyinshiyin, too, you could approach it from that direction or liken it to a feeling of nothing and all and either/or fluidity in that sense (if that’s a relevant definition). I think my parents would want to know what it means for them going forward as well, so that might be something to talk or establish in your initial explanation, too—pronouns, whether you hope to change your appearance once out to them, etc. I would probably also say something about how you understand what others might think about you but you don't care about that, again, going back to personal euphoria. I personally wouldn't expect them to understand anything right away, but I would communicate that the hope would be that they make an attempt, and that if they have questions at the moment or in the future, I would want to try to answer them.

I hope that helps at all. Maybe other diaspora with experience can offer further advice in the replies/reblogs.

Good luck! 💖💖

Something that might be helpful for later:

伴您同行：专为跨性别儿童的父母准备的指南 - This is a short guide geared towards parents of transgender/nonbinary children, covering questions of "why", "what", when", "what to do", "who to turn to", "where to go" (recommends Oogachaga, SAFE Singapore, The T Project, TransgenderSG, and Asia Pacific Transgender Network; I'm not personally familiar with all of these organisations, but the handbooks itself seems pretty helpful). It includes brief overviews of HRT, as well, if that's something you want to bring up at all.

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melodic-haze · 24 days

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YK HOW CLORINDES BUTTON IS FIGHTING FOR ITS LIFE ON HER UNIFORM RIGHT. Then imagine reader noticing it and just tearing it apart and suck her tits. That’s a need fr 🤤

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Clorinde x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Nipple obsession 🫶, she gets kinda perved on a lil bit but that's just people looking at her and her whoreass fit like!!! What!!!!!!!, idk what else ngl

☆ — NOTES: Dude how the fuck do her clothes even work. Like I've been staring at it for a while now like what. How???? Anyway it's 1 am sorry if it isn't coherent

Clorinde's buttons are fighting for their lives and so am I

"Appropriate uniform" my nonexistent left NUT how the HELL!!! Is that allowed!!!!!!!

No but seriously it must be such a struggle to watch her walk around like that. Like what. What why what

You couldn't help but stare at your lover's chest—more specifically, her button-up that was practically struggling to hold on.

"..Clorinde?"

She lifts her head to look at you with a light smile on her face, temporarily pausing her movement to put on her shoes, "Yes, my dear?"

You cleared your throat as you leaned on the wall, looking at your eyes still locked onto that same spot, "Do you not get.. you know, a clothing violation or something?"

"Why?" She tilted her head in what is indesputably, undeniably real confusion, "I do not see why I would."

She probably feels it though. Or at least you'd assume so, with how tight her clothes seem to be on her.

"..Nothing. Just, um," you scratched the nape of your neck sheepishly before shaking your head and forcing your eyes on her own, "good luck at work today."

She nods and says her goodbyes before leaving out the door.

Hm.

When you're outside, for some reason you can't help but notice that people are staring at her awfully lot!! It could be because like she's the Champion Duellist so obvs they'd be in awe.........but it doesn't seem like they're in awe for that reason, with the way they look at her restricted chest when they're close enough. Is it just today that they're noticing this?? Or is it just today that YOU'RE noticing them looking at her??????

Whatever it is, it's pissing you off a little (a lot)!!! She has the audacity to say she doesn't know what you're on about when she's being gawked at bc of the same reason YOU were gawking at her for

By the time the day ends you're about to lose it (I would personally 🫶) so you're waiting in your room for her before she comes back, all oblivious to the MANY stares she's had and the. Wardrobe malfunction that was going on there. The moment she gets back, dude POUNCE HER because I fuckin would 😭😭😭

Don't give her time to even think of anything—not like she'll need the time, she'd abandon all trains of thought for once the moment you're both in the mood. Kiss her HARD, she'll happily let you and your tongue lead like a familiar dance between the two of you

What ISN'T familiar, though, is when you grasp onto the opening part of her button-up and tug on it. And not tug on it normally like you would to suggest that she takes her clothes off, nonononono I mean FORCING IT TO SPLIT

She breaks the kiss to ask you what you're doing and that you're putting a LOT of force into-- OH SHIT IT POPPED OPEN!!!! The buttons didn't really need any encouraging by that point but with your help it popped off to god knows where 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ but colour her SURPRISED she did NOT expect you to do that

Or did she

Anyway she's quite literally about to complain to you, saying that that was her clothes you JUST ripped open what the heck!!!! But then you kinda easily shut her up the moment you tug her bra down and start paying attention to her tits

Bite em hard, suck em real nice and leave a VERY obvious mark on them so that she thinks twice about wearing things that will DEFINITELY expose her at any given minute. Play with her nipples too, and don't forget to give attention to the neglected side❗️❗️

She'll shut up real quick if you pay SOOO much attention to them, pulling you in even further via holding your head closer to you. She'll even comb your hair too, if you have any :3 though she might accidentally tug on them if you do smth that particularly gives her a shock lol

Atp rip her tights for access too, she won't even care anymore now that you've ripped her shirt open 🤷‍♀️ she says she has more anyway what's one loss gonna do?? Rip it and massage her clit as you don't stop spoiling her breasts, sucking them as if something's gonna come out if you persevere hard enough, and I promise she'll be breathing so fucking heavily as she begs you for more. More of what? She can't even clarify, the ever so composed Duellist is at an utter loss!!!!!

Plunge your fingers in and you can feel how wet she is, how Easily your fingers just slip into her and move in and out, how her folds practically flutter around your digits from every lick and suck of her nipples like a bitch starved AND possessed

If you curl your fingers a certain way and suck on her tits at the same time too???? Oh FUCK you're ripping out SUCH a huge orgasm from her that has her bucking her hips and grinding them into your palm and you need to fuck her through it!!!! Fuck her through her high and bring her down......and even after that she kinda don't gaf if she's absolutely dirtied her attire atp or made a mess as she drags you off for more, hat probably on the ground and forgotten

She'd care when you're like DONE done though, with her sighing in such a way that you do feel like you should probably help bc you DID still rip her shit apart 😭

But yeah dude everyone can stare all they want but only YOU get the privilege of going feral and tearing her clothes apart just to touch her and taste her in any way you can. Mark her up so that underneath her clothing, as embarrassing as they are, are all the proof that everything under the fabric?? That's all for you babe 🙏🙏

It was the day after, and you were looking at her and her clothing once again.. along with everyone else's looks on her, once again more filled with a mix of filtered lust and quite a bit of jealousy from some of the women due to how form-fitting her attire was.

She did say that she'll make a note to buy some looser versions of her outfit, but...

At the end of the day, it was Clorinde's decision to wear what she wants to wear. And it's not like it's ever hindered her work before—if anything, the fact that it's the way it is probably helps with her mobility somehow, especially when such a chest is sure to be a nuisance when she moves around so much.

..You can't really help but feel a bit jealous of your girlfriend, though. Or maybe possessive?maybe, but such a word feels like you want her all to yourself.

(You do, but still.)

But then you realise that maybe such worries are unfounded after all, especially when you overhear someone speaking of a dark mark on her neck, which she describes as a nasty bite on patrol.

You know it wasn't some random bite though, and it seems that she knows full well she's lying, especially when she sees you and gives you a small smile before pretending to scratch her neck to reveal that dark mark you had inflicted.

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nomniki · 11 months

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stuck in your web ━━ jake sim ⟡ spiderman au

★ wc 1.3k warnings none note @soobnny u inspired me to write this while i was on the plane i’m actually insane my brain is rotting w spidey bf jake (proofread but idk if there r any mistakes rip sry pookies)

Not even your blankets could stave off the whisper of cold wind that followed Jake in through the window, a chill that was just as quickly chased away by his embrace. He slid in beneath your comforter, a drawn out sigh leaving his lips, one of which you learned as you turned around, was split and crusted with blood. Your hand found his cheek in the darkness, the other reaching out blindly for the light switch.

“No, don’t,” he grumbled halfheartedly, pressing his forehead between your shoulder blades in a lazy attempt to hide the lasting damage of his latest fight.

Your fingers closed the switch and you turned your bedside lamp on despite his protests, propping yourself up on your elbow to better survey his injuries. Jake had made a terrible habit of assuming that slipping into your bed and just having you in his arms would solve all his problems, emotional and physical. As much as you despised the fact, that wasn’t true.

“Let me clean you up?”

You asked softly, brushing his bangs away from his face lazily, wincing as you felt his ordinarily soft hair crusted with something— blood, or dirt, you weren’t sure. In times like this, it felt like there wasn’t much you could offer Jake, and an inescapable feeling of helplessness swelled and formed a lump in your throat. He’d reassured you time and time again that your company was enough, but you figured the least you could do was clean him up to the best of your ability.

“No, let’s just go to sleep, I’ll do it tomorrow,” Jake mumbled, his eyebrows furrowed cutely and his words muffled by the soft cotton of your pillow.

You rolled your eyes, and gathered the motivation to slip out of bed— Jake let you go without any coherent protest, and you padded into the bathroom. The routine you’d adopted was methodical and you had to admit there was something therapeutic about it— saline solution, a glass of warm water, a flannel and the Hello Kitty bandaids Jake claimed to hate but never stopped you from putting on the lesser of his injuries. His arms wound around your waist as you perched on the edge of the bed, pulling you close enough that he could rest his cheek against your thigh.

“I’ll sleep easy knowing I’ve helped you, even a little,” you hummed quietly, running your hand through his hair, trying not to tug when your fingers caught on whatever it was that had gotten stuck, presumably during his fight.

“You’re helping me by being a good cushion,” he huffed, his breath fanning warmly across your bare skin and it was almost criminal how endearing he could be without trying.

“Jake.”

He sighed dramatically, shuffling to sit up in front of you, still in his spider suit— the webbed material had become oddly familiar under your fingers and it was with practiced ease that you peeled the suit away from his skin. Your heart was caught in your throat as you revealed planes of tan skin, terrified you’d come across an injury that couldn’t be fixed with pink—patterned plasters and a gentle kiss. Jake reached for your hands, grabbing your wrist and bringing your trembling hands to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“I’m fine, really— just a couple scratches.”

His reassurances did wonders to comfort you, and you swallowed down the anxiety in your throat, nodding and offering him a small, sleepy sort of smile. You traced the ridges of his collarbones, your fingers dancing over divots and muscles that contracted instinctively under your gentle touch. Jake slumped, relaxing into your assessment of his injuries, and it gave you a rush like no other knowing you were the only person he trusted with this.

“Keroppi or My Melody?”

You asked, a laugh dancing on your lips in the form of an amused smile as you held up his options— a square plaster with Keroppi depicted on the beach, or My Melody sat with a character you didn’t know the name of.

“Keroppi,” Jake murmured after a moment of contemplation, and you averted your attention from his pretty face to focus on peeling the paper backing off the plaster.

There was a cluster of small scratches along his ribs, raw and aggravated, and you frowned— Jake’s thumb reached up to push gently at your frown, and you bit the tip of his thumb playfully. He laughed, and the sound of it was the only plaster needed to soothe your worried heart.

“I can barely even feel ‘em, you don’t need to look so worried.”

“‘s my job to be worried about you, Jake.”

Jake let out a quiet huff, his bottom lip jutting out in a stupidly kissable pout, “it’s not your job, but it’s one of the many reasons why I love you.”

You were grateful to be sat with your back to the lamp, knowing the blush on your cheeks wouldn’t be illuminated.

“I love you too.”

“I know.”

You went through the motions of cleaning the rest of his injuries— thankfully, none of them were more than shallow scratches, and some warm water and a cloth had them mostly sorted. His torso was an array of carefully arranged Hello Kitty plasters, at least twelve pastel coloured, cartoon faces staring up at you with unseeing eyes. The only injury you hadn’t dealt with was his split lip, and Jake frowned when he realised you’d insist on cleaning that too.

“Ynnie, can’t you just kiss that one better?”

He pleaded, looking up at you through his lashes with the puppy—dog eyes that ordinarily would entice you into folding to his whims. You shook your head, placing your palms against his cheeks and squishing gently, forcing his lips into a pout. You leaned forward and kissed him softly, allowing the tension to bleed out of your rigid shoulders once you’d seen for yourself that he was truly okay.

“I can’t kiss it better, but I can kiss you anyway,” you murmured against his lips, pressing another chaste kiss against them before you pulled away, the warm, damp cloth in hand.

You cleaned the small cut as carefully as possibly, and if a minute or so of that time had been spent admiring the slope of his cupids bow or the criminally enticing pink of his lips, that was between you and God.

“Your pyjamas are in the wardrobe,” you prompted him— they were technically yours, but they had become a staple of Jake’s post—fight routine.

He rolled out of your bed still pouting, nearly taking your duvet with him before you tugged it back, hiding a giggle behind your arm. Jake threw his spider suit into the depths of your closet with the internal promise to grab it when he woke up, and suited up instead in fluffy Cookie Monster pyjama bottoms and a shirt he was sure had once been his. When Jake crawled back into your bed, he flopped onto your chest with no regard for your need to breathe.

“If college doesn’t work out, I don’t see why you couldn’t pursue a career as a mattress,” he mumbled, situating his cheek against your chest and ensuring he could feel the steady pound of your heart against his ear, “actually, that’s a terrible idea— I think if you ever let anyone else lay on you like this, I think I’d throw up.”

You let out a huff of laughter, your hands tangling in his hair like they belonged there, your eyes crinkled in amusement. Jake’s weight was familiar, and you relaxed under him, fumbling blindly for the duvet to pull it over both your bodies.

“Not a career path ‘m considering, so you have nothing to worry about,” you whispered against the top of his head, your statement punctuated by an unfairly soft kiss. Jake propped his chin up on your sternum, looking up at you expectantly.

“Goodnight kiss?”

You rolled your eyes in feigned exasperation, and leaned forward enough that your lips met in a sweet kiss, though you were mindful of the split that would take at least a few hours to scab over.

“You’re such a baby.”

“Your baby.”

“Yeah, mine.”

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thewulf · 11 months

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Always || Aaron Hotchner

Summary: okay so hear me out, Y/N gets hurt like stabbed or shot during a case but fails to notice. Like clearing a crime scene and all, and then hotch comes up to them just to check up cause its been a hard case.... Read Rest Here

A/N: This got really steamy, really quick. Idk why but it’s fun and I love it. No smut, allusions to it thought :)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Y/N

Word Count: 3.7k +

Shots rang out in every direction disorienting you from both the screaming, gunfire, and smoke littering the small room. This was your least favorite part of the job. The one where you saw the most death. Seen the most gruesome ideas come to life. Seeing evil in it’s true form.

More yelling. You could hardly hear but it sounded like Derek and Hotch. You put your hands up to your ears and flinched feeling a gooey viscous liquid coat your fingers. How close were you to Spencer’s gun? You turned looking for Spencer who was already running towards the unsub. How were they so coherent? You felt dazed and confused.

You grimaced when you saw your fingertips coated in blood. Were your ears bleeding? Time seemed to slow as you walked forward trying to see what in the hell was going on. Adrenaline coursed through your body as you watched Morgan handcuff the unsub who was smiling with an eerily calm demeanor staring right at you. His lips moved but you couldn’t quite make out what he said. It sounded like muffled waves underneath the ocean surface rather than words. You scrunched your nose turning your head to the other side. You could hear out of this ear.

“…just surprised she’s still standing. Doesn’t look too good does she?” You’d managed to make out once you’d turned your head to the right towards him.

Hotch never took an unsub to heart but when his eyes did roll over to you a wave of concern washed through his face. There was blood pouring from your right ear. You seemed to favor only one side as you leaned harshly on the wall. You looked like you were there, but you weren’t coherent. You were going through the motions. Doing what your brain told you to do.

“Shut him up. Lock him up.” Hotch mumbled before making a beeline straight towards you. You. His favorite agent and maybe even favorite person besides Jack. The two of you had grown close as friends after Haley’s death. You were there for everything. As much as he adored you he was terrified to make a move. What if you’d reject him and ruin it everything? He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you as a friend. So, he made himself content with it.

But seeing you beaten up like that had him scared. The fear started coursing through him as he scanned you over once more. You were beat. Tired, so damn tired. The entire team was. The case was more than hard. Almost impossible. Almost a kill a day, the pressure was on from the start.

“Hey,” He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder walking to your left side, the side without the fucked-up ear.

You jumped a mile into the air not expecting him to come over. You thought they were going to deal with the unsub first not come to you. You felt awful. Your head was pounding. You felt the blood seeping out of your ear. Your side was aching.

“Jesus Hotch.” You winced not used to hearing your voice after whatever happened to your right ear.

“Sorry,” He gave you a soft look, even by his standards, “I think you ruptured your ear drum.” He pointed to the suspect ear.

That’d explain the blood and the hearing loss. You nodded quickly, “Ouch.” A soft smile came to your lips starting to feel the pain shooting from the ear drum.

He nodded, “It hurts, I know. Are you okay other than that? Any other injuries?” He continued to look you up and down looking for anything else. You were acting weird. Weirder than if you’d just ruptured your ear drum. Completely lost in the plot.

You shook your head almost immediately regretting that. No sudden movements with a ruptured eardrum, noted. Aaron noticed the pain course your face and called for an ambulance. An ENT would need to fix your ear, he knew that much having gone through the same thing not that long ago.

“Sorry, no I’m fine. I’d think I’d know if I got shot.” You’d joked before pushing yourself off the wall. That was your first mistake. Because the second you stepped out you felt a huge surge of pain erupt from your abdomen.

The gasp wasn’t lost on Aaron. Immediately he wrapped his arms around you pulling you to the chair that decorated the room, “Where does it hurt Y/N?” He said sternly knowing he needed to get this information from you quick before you passed out.

You pointed down to your left side before gasping for more air. Maybe that’s why the bastard was looking at you with an impressed smile. He knew he hit you. You were his target. Shuddering you winced seeing Aaron’s face full of terror and realization. Getting back on the radio he called for EMT’s again now reporting a gunshot wound to the abdomen. Damn. You’d managed to do this for almost five years injury free. It was only a matter of time really.

“Can you hear me?” He pressed down into your side eliciting a soft groan from your throat. Pain shot from your stomach as he stopped the bleeding. Rationally, you knew he needed to, but damn were you in pain.

He looked away quickly after seeing you break out in pain, “I’m so sorry. I have to. The paramedics are on the way. You’ve lost a lot of blood already.” He cursed not seeing the blood through the black on your clothing. Maybe he out to make it a requirement to have something not black on. He wasn’t usually so messy, but it was you. You were on the ground in his arms bleeding from far too many spots. You. The woman he knew he loved. This couldn’t be happening all over again. He couldn’t panic not now. You needed him, more than ever.

“I can hear you.” You mumbled out feeling the effects of everything hit you in a huge wave of exhaustion.

He let out a small breath of relief putting all the pressure he needed to on your stomach, “They’ll be here soon.”

“I believe you.” Your eyes were fluttering closed feeling utterly exhausted after the extensive investigation and now this. A series of unfortunate events truly.

Aaron began panicking seeing your deteriorating state, “Hey, hey Y/N. I need you to open your eyes. Let me see those pretty eyes.”

You hummed smiling up at him. He was always so sweet on you. Making sure you were taken care of before he was, this must’ve killed him, “You’re going to make me blush Hotch.” It took far too much effort, but you opened them back up. If for nobody but him. You could keep them open just a little bit longer.

He smiled seeing you still so happy even in this state, “Thank you. Keep them open. They’re upstairs now. Just a little longer.”

You nodded. For Aaron. The second you were loaded in the ambulance you were a goner though. Letting yourself succumb to the blackness.

You’d been discharged a day later. Hotch was insistent you went to his place, but you refused. Refused to disrupt his routine with Jack. The first few hours were difficult trying to figure it all out on your own, but you soon became re-aquatinted with your apartment.

A soft knock wrapped at your door as you were watching a stupid reality show. Hobbling over to the door you swung it open only to be met with Hotch standing there. Looking as handsome as ever in a pair of jeans and a hoodie. You’d decided the man could rock any attire long ago. He just looked good in anything. Maybe it was the man more so the clothing.

“Hotch, what are you doing here?” Tilting your head to the side you spotted the soup in his hand.

“It’s Aaron when we’re home. I brought some soup. And I want to help you.” He gave you the ‘duh’ look waiting for his invitation inside.

You rolled your eyes walking towards the kitchen, “Whatever Aaron, come on in.” You knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer. What you weren’t expecting was for his arm to wrap around your waist, pulling you towards his side.

He’d never been so handsy with you before. Not that you’d ever been injured before either. You weren’t able to stop the small blush that rose to your cheeks. You hated to admit how damn good it felt to be at his side. So close to him.

“Thanks, Aaron.” You let yourself lean on him feeling relief at the weight off your side.

He shook his head, “Why aren’t you using your crutches?”

You shrugged, “They hurt. It was easier to just walk.”

“Stubborn. The most stubborn woman I know.” He lifted you onto the bar stool knowing exactly where to go for your kitchen utensils. He’d been over a few too many times for just a boss. You knew it. He knew it too. But you kept it silent. For now, anyway.

You grinned feeling far too thrilled he’d showed up, “Where’s Jack tonight?”

“With Jess. She understood.” Pouring the soup into a pot he heated it up for a few moments before serving you.

“Thank you, really. For everything. This. For showing up.” You looked at him with the utmost love in your eyes. Aaron Hotchner had swooped in and stolen your heart long ago. That’s why every date you went on dragged. Why nothing ever worked with guys. You adored him. Your heart belonged to him. The one guy who you probably couldn’t have.

“I’ll always be there for you. Always.” He leaned over the island giving your hand a squeeze, “Now eat.”

You grinned nodding your head, “This is so good. Chef Hotchner.”

He rolled his eyes this time, “Shush. Take those pretty eyes, look at the soup and eat.”

There it was again. It had to be intentional now, “Pretty eyes? Hmm?” You’d challenged him before looking away.

He cleared his throat leaning close, “The most beautiful eyes I’ve ever had the pleasure of looking into.”

“Oh, stop it.” You couldn’t handle the sweetness. The sweetness that you could really never call yours. It hurt you.

“It’s the truth. I always tell the truth.”

“So why are you telling me?” You scraped the bottom of the soup bowl. Well, it was happening. The conversation you’d managed to avoid for years was about to happen. The one that could potentially ruin your favorite thing the world, your friendship with him.

He shook his head, “Why not? Y/N, you’re beautiful. Inside and out.”

It felt like the room was spinning. You’d dreamed of it really, but could it even be a reality? “Because it can’t happen Aaron.” You looked up to his beautiful eyes swimming with emotion. He looked so handsome standing across from you.

“Again, why not?” Was he playing dumb?

“Because you’re my boss Aaron.” You spoke plainly as if it were the most obvious thing. It was the most obvious thing in your head.

He shrugged, “It’s not against company policy completely. We’ll talk to Strauss. She’ll understand.”

You gave him crazy eyes, “Will she Aaron? Because I really don’t think she will.”

He sighed knowing you were probably right but that was a problem for tomorrow. You was what he wanted tonight. He needed really, “I’ve loved you for years Y/N. I’m tired. Tired of hiding beyond walls that don’t need to be there. I love you. Jack loves you. We need you. Please, Y/N. Just say you’ll try.”

It must’ve been the way he was looking at you because damn, your insides turned to mush. All thoughts and reasons seemed to fly out the window as you looked into his eyes. Man, as much as he was a sucker for your eyes you felt the same about his, “Jack loves me?”

He erupted in laughter, “I tell you I love you and you ask if my son does?”

“Well?” You ignored his question waiting on your to be answered first.

He nodded shaking his head with an emerging grin on his face, “He does. Quite a bit. Talks about you all the time.”

You broke out in a small happy dance, “I love that little man.”

“What am I?” His eyes crinkled as the smile grew on his face. You loved that smile. While it was rare at work it came out often when you met outside of it.

“Handsome.” Answering quickly, you looked up to see his reaction.

It took him a second to process what you really said before he broke out into another smile. Pointing his finger right at you he spoke, “You are so damn lucky you’re as cute as ever because you are killing me over here.”

“Well, that’s certainly not my intention Mr. Hotchner.”

He’d never admit just how much your words affected him. You had him in a tiny little chokehold and you didn’t even know it, “What are your intentions then.”

Some rather inappropriate thoughts flashed through your mind before you turned your attention back to him. He had a rather hearty smirk stuck on his face. One you’d like to wipe clean off, “We’ll save that for another day.”

He stood back up walking over to you. He turned your barstool to face him after making sure you’d finished your soup. He cocked his head to the side memorizing your face in his mind. Every little detail. Freckle. Line. Bump and color. Every little detail was perfect.

He used his leg to brush your knee to the side so he could stand a little closer. Your heart was about to explode feeling his presence so close, “Oh? Because I know exactly what I want with you.” His gaze darkened seeing you look up to him so beautifully. Your cheeks were flushed, lips plump and eyes dazed. You were in love too and he could see it right through you. Open like a book ready for him to take and read.

Those nasty thoughts came back to the forefront of your head. He was too much and not enough all at once, “Dare I ask?” You mumbled up to him.

He shook his head leaning down, “We’ll leave that for another day sweetheart.” His voice came out husky sending a chill down your spine. Hunger formed in your stomach. For something different this time. For him.

Then you registered his words. Asshole. You should’ve seen that one coming though, “Aaron?” You asked, your desire becoming too strong.

“Yeah?” He smiled down at you amused at your sudden draw right to him. He was doing something right, he knew that. He’d give anything to have you look at him like that all the time.

“Can you kiss me?” You sounded breathless. Desperate. Needy. So unlike you. What the hell did this man do to you?

He cupped your cheeks in his hands sending chills right through your entirety. Shuddering your eyes found his gleaming, “Are you sure?”

You nodded nuzzling your cheek into his side of his calloused palm, “I’m positive. I’ve loved you for years too.”

He grinned, “We’re two fools.” Rubbing his thumb along your cheek he gave you one last out before he went in for it.

“Two fools in love.” You mumbled closing your eyes, waiting on his move.

He nodded in agreement leaning down. He brushed his lips over yours. You’d had enough of the teasing and closed the gap. You weaved a hand through his dark hair pulling on the ends as your hands explored. You drew a soft gasp out of the man before he pushed in even further. You slid along the stool back all the way against it fighting for dominance in the kiss. Aaron wasn’t giving in as his hand snaked along your wait pulling you into him.

A breathy moan escaped from your throat at the sudden closeness. You felt everything. The hardness of his chest. The flushed skin on his collar bone. The bulge at his crotch. This was happening, it was really happening.

He broke first taking raspy breaths shaking his head at you, “Jesus Christ Y/N. You can’t… You can’t make sounds like that.” His voice sounded raspy, ragged. A tone you’d never heard from the man. Something out of control about it. Proud that you were able to draw it out so soon.

You blinked innocently up at him. Knowing it’d drive the poor man mad. He was trying to hold onto any strength he had not to swoop you up into his arms and throw you onto your bed. He wanted to have his way with you. Relish in the moment. Worship your body. Learn every surface of your skin. Every scar told a story he needed to know. He made a promise he’d ask you about every single one. He was utterly, madly, in love with you.

“Why not Aaron?” You brought the doe eyes out. A sure-fire way to get any man within your grasp. There was so way Aaron Hotchner was immune.

But you were injured. He couldn’t scoop you up and have his way. He needed to restrain. And he couldn’t when you’d made noises like that. No matter how fucking pretty you looked with those huge eyes looking so damn innocent, “You fucking know why.” He took a long breath as his nose brushed against yours. God damn, he smelled more than divine. It just wasn’t fair.

“Elaborate.” You challenged him. A weird confidence overtook you knowing he desired you as much as you needed him.

“Shut up.” He leaned down once more closing the gap quickly by locking his lips on yours once again. You’d have been angry how he spoke to you if it weren’t so fucking hot. A fire spread throughout you as you pressed back into him relishing in feeling of him.

You snaked your hands below his shirt after ripping it free from the bind the belt had on it. He let out a guttural groan as your fingers traced every nook and cranny of his chest. You grinned into the kiss knowing you had him in a chokehold.

He must’ve not liked that. Aaron liked to be the dominant one. The one giving orders. He didn’t appreciate you having the upper hand so damn easily. He pulled you ever so much closer lifting you right out of the seat you were sitting in being ever so careful not to pull on you where you had just been shot a day prior.

He laid you down on your couch admiring you’re for a quick second before carefully placing himself over top of you, “This wasn’t how I pictured my night going this morning.” You admitted loving the feeling of his body gently pressing into yours.

“Hopefully it’s better.”

You nodded still breathless, “So much, Aaron. So much better.”

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered before going down to kiss along your neck. Butterflies erupted from your stomach as you took the time to memorize him. His beauty. His ruggedness. Him. Your Aaron.

You pulled him back down, truly at a loss for words for once in your life. He grinned feeling your neediness. This time he took control and snaked his hands along your waist. Running creeping hands along the band of jeans. Your hips bucked up at the feeling drawing a soft tisk from the man.

He ran his hands up your right sides careful to avoid the patched wound. His hands danced along the edge of your bra drawing a much louder moan out of your mouth. God, you wanted him more than anything right now. A deep fire lit within your core spreading throughout. Fuck this injury so hard right now.

A dark look you’d never seen from the man came to his features, “I said no noises like that love.” He took a steady breath trying not to lose control for your sake.

You shook in utmost anticipation, “I can’t help it Aaron.” Your pupils were blown in lust wanting nothing more than to rip his stupid shirt off.

You were actually trying to kill him, “Don’t sound so whiny sweetheart.” His voice dropped an octave as he kissed along your chin, cheeks, nose, forehead. Anywhere but your lips.

“Aaron.” You ignored him only whining some more. You needed him closer. You ran a hand along his back trying to pull his closer. He gave in only a little. Still

“Patience.” He leaned down kissing you hungrily letting his emotions get the best of him as your hands explored his body. He pressed in even further enjoying this far too much. You were so overly intoxicating to him it was starting to hurt.

He placed his elbow on either side of your face for best accesses and let his emotions take over. Lust. Pure unadulterated love and lust for you.

Your twisted to get a better angle at his lips. Big mistake. You let out a small squeak feeling the pull of the stitches from the gunshot wound. A shot of pain quickly came to and vanished from the wound reminding you to calm the hell down.

“Honey, I’m so sorry.” Panicked, he shot right off of you.

“It’s okay! I’m okay!” You sat up quickly wincing from the movement, “I forgot for a second. I just moved too quick.”

He nodded taking a seat next to you. He placed a gentle hand along your thigh caressing it softly, “I’m sorry. I got carried away. I know better.”

You shook your head, “It’s okay. I promise I’m fine. More of a surprise than anything.”

As much as he didn’t want to say it he needed to, “That’s enough, for tonight at least.” A small grin came upon him as he looked forward to his future endeavors with you.

You sighed leaning your head into his shoulder, “You’re right.”

“A broken clock is right twice a day.” He joked never giving himself enough credit. Too humble for his own good.

“I love you.” You whispered letting yourself relax fully next to him.

“I love you always.” He kissed the crown of your head savoring in every second he got with you. Relief washed over him as he wrapped an arm around your side letting you fall asleep on him, “Always.”

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restinslices · 6 months

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Yo, still waiting for that if Tomas was a sub one (canon tbh)

Cannot believe I forgot. Y’all can boo me

Imma just come out and say it. He's such a whiny sub

There are characters that give me dom vibes but I think them as subs would be fun. There are characters that give me switch vibes. Tomas gives me only sub vibes. I don't detect a dom in there. idk, that's just me tho

So needy and whiny it'd probably throw you off when you see him doing anything other than begging you to touch him

Cannot handle teasing at all. He's ok with teasing you but breaks easily when you tease him

Honestly he can't backup any of the shit he talks.

One of those subs who need attention at all times. Even if you're not interacting with him, he still wants you in the area

Kinks I think he'd have are barebacking, biting, humiliation (a HUGE one and imma stand on it), breath play, collaring (in private), impact play, sex toys and sensory deprivation

I just feel like he's a slut in disguise. Where's my proof? I made it the fuck up. I'm doing this for US

If you have female anatomy he's also getting pegged. IDC IDC

Humiliation is a big one for him because he knows it's still a safe space. You can taunt him about how he's a slut, write things on him, make him get off with something unusual, ect. but at the end of day you still love him and it's all for fun.

You can tell when he's needy ‘cause he's extremely close to you. He follows you around normally, but he's right on your heels

To torture him more you can pretend you have no idea what he wants. He knows you know and you know he knows, but watching him try to ignore how he feels ‘cause he doesn't wanna say it out loud is priceless.

He also has a tendency to say he can't take anymore but in reality he wants you to keep going. This is a big guy, he can take it.

There's two good punishments for him; Cockwarming and overstimulation

Cockwarming because he can't handle teasing. It's so simple but he can't stand it and doesn't know which is worse; when you're inside of him (actual dick or strapon, doesn't matter) or when he's inside of you. Either way, it doesn't take long for him to apologize for whatever he's done and beg you to fuck him already.

For overstimulation he gets turned on and cums pretty easily so it wouldn't take that much to overstimulate him.

These two go well together. Cockwarming then overstimulation as a “isn't this what you wanted?”

What would make this better is quizzing him on something. His brain stops working when he's horny so quizzing him on Lin Kuei principles or something else he for sure knows adds to it.

He knows he knows the answer but his brain is a fog. It kinda puts the punishment in his hands but that adds to the torture. If he could figure this out, then you'd actually fuck him (or you'd stop fucking him if you do this while overstimulating him)

As I'm typing this I thought of another thing that can be both a punishment but also something he enjoys. Dryhumping. Listen to me and listen to me well-

I can see him coming up behind you when you're alone and rubbing against you to let you know he's needy. And if you told him to keep going, he'd cum but it's not what he really wants to do.

So him being in trouble and being forced to rub against you but not be inside you or have you inside him would drive him nuts.

Aftercare for him would be showering together, cuddling and reassuring him you didn't mean any of the negative things you said. Especially after an intense punishment, he needs to hear you don't actually think negatively of him and you love him.

Also reading together depending on the day. Just something really chill to pull him back to reality.

I just realized he has the least amount of words so here are afterthoughts to fix that

I know I've called him whiny multiple times but I genuinely think sometimes he can't even form coherent sentences. All that comes out are noises

Tries not to pout but does so anyway

He can get off just from giving head

Loves you leaving marks on him as long as he can cover it up. He can't be scrapping and the enemy sees a hickey on his neck

Tries to sneakily break rules. For example, if a rule is “no touching yourself when I'm gone” he'll do it anyway and try to get rid of the evidence. He'll shower, change clothes, clean any toy he used and whatever else he has to do but you somehow always know.

Tomas is not the best liar and has some habits he does when lying, like tapping his fingertips together so you find out that way or from actually catching him and pretending you didn’t

The type to break rules on purpose if you haven't been giving him attention and then be surprised when actions have consequences

Will call you whatever title you prefer if you don't just wanna go by your name

Like his brothers, he for sure could just throw you off but he never does. It adds to the fun. He's a skilled assassin but if you said “jump” he'd ask “how high?”

The best sub to have if you want one whos so pathetically in love with you but can be a little shit sometimes

Even after his punishments, he keeps apologizing to make sure you're not actually mad at him.

Probably begs you to cum inside him anyway you can

I see him and start tweaking fr

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ganondoodle · 6 months

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even if i didnt love botw as much as i do, totk drives me nuts bc, similarly to pokemon, this series is so SO SO full of potential, they have so many games they can pull from, theres so many themes, characters and worldbuilding thats just left to rot, you dont need to connect anything with a chain to old titles, you dont need to bring back any things that already had their ending, but PLEASE harness at least a fraction of all this!!!! and they just refuse to do it beyond shallow references

totk jsut drives it all home to me, bc this isnt just the next game in the franchise, but a DIRECT SEQUEL no 10 years apart from botw, yet they cant even, they REFUSE to even keep the continuity with its OWN lore it established in botw together, and that, i think, is what truly makes me so insane (derogatory) about totk

it PROVES they do not care, they dont care to build on anything of the lore of old titles beyond references in form of amiibos or whatever, they dont even care to make a sequel to their most successful game in the franchise coherent with its own lore

botw established a captivating detailed world full of potential, while lacking in active storytelling, it had environmental storytelling, characters and ideas that were the perfect ground to build on-

and then they do away with it bc idk .. they want you to build mechs and make videos of it that go viral and thats all they care about or something

shiekah tech? forget that existed character being the character you know? act as if you are seeing them for the first time just like they are lame story? dont think about that just be distracted by the epic presentation of it lore the previous title established? forget that, all that matters is what is here and now beloved character from old games beign brought back? hes a new guy and has no background and no lore and just sits waiting for you at the end to have a flashy fight with references from old titles and their lore? just here for nostalgie bait, dont you remember? you LOVE this series, now give me 70 bucks for a glorified DLC that ruins what you loved about the series and makes you realize that nothign matters and nothing is interesting anymore

you are supposed to take it all at face value, to not think about anything, to see a character say something and just go with it, and forget it the second its over, be distracted by good music and pretty visuals, but dont think about, dont think about anything but what is directly said to you like you have no critical thinking skills, forget there was a game before this one, only the one you play matters, empty your skull and dont let yourself feel anything but what the game tells you to feel

if they dont even care to make the sequel to their most successful game actually build on the previous title, dont even care to keep their continuity of two games supposedly directly happening one after the other in tact- maybe they never cared, and all the meaning we thought we saw them build into their games was all accidental and meaningless

and that is absolutely soul crushing for fans like me to discover

its a game. its not a story, its not a world, its not themes, its not characters, its not lore. its a product made to make you pay money, not to make you think about anything.

#ganondoodles talks #zelda #ganondoodles rants #i know it sounds silly to say this game makes me mad bc its so clearly a game #but do you get what i mean??#and the worst part is #they dont even keep the lore said in the SAME GAME in line #the people in hateno where links HOUSE used to be that is now ZELDAS not remembering him #the children acting like they dont know him #where has link been?#did zelda put him into the forest and just let him live with the boars?#even so the house is here so link must have been here to buy it-#but no forget that #its somethign that happened in botw and that never actually happened or mattered remember?#to have balloons and rocktes and people with WINGS in this world but none of them going up to the sky islands everyone is obsessed about`?#well its for YOU to play around with with meaningless rewards not for the NPCs living in this world #the godly goat guy and the hylian priestress directly saying zelda is their distant descendant to her and then #not show nor say not even hint at them having any offspring and then both die a stupid meaningless death to try and make you feel something #“doing the dragon transformation robs you of your soul forever and you will never return”#*returns via deus ex machina without even letting the player take any part in it but by -getting to the end tm-*#also i HATE how totk constantly dangles set ups in front of you #only to NOT follow up on them #the intro giving you a taste of what you might expect for- NOPE zelda is gone immediately its jsut botw but worse again lol #zelda getting the hang of her time powers so she might return to her time on her ow- NOPE dragon lol her powers are irrelevant actually #impa being the only one you can tell about zelda being a dragon and her going oh no im gonna search for a way to bring her back- LOL NOPE #its solves itself and you dont even do anything for it and just watch a cutscene #oh no link lost his arm and its beyond repair- LOL NOPE have your arm back like it was freshly made no matter how few of the light things-#you actually got- the things that where supposedly to battle back the thing destroying your arm #also howt he game gives you endless busy work without any good reward #krogs - mayoi signa - poes - scematics - lightroots - sign guy

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Sits down cross legged on the floor

Consider; raindrop fucking, lazy and kinda casual about it while just musing about how badly they both wanna get their hands on the new bug. Phantoms so cute and sweet - Rain knows he'd be such a good boy, wants to prove it but Dew is convinced he's absolutely got a bit of a brat inside of him.

Dew wonders if he's weird like Aether and likes to play with his magic, Omega certainly did...Is it just a quint ghoul thing to be a freak??

Rain asks if his dick would be bigger than Dew's (Dew tries to pretend he's offended as if he doesn't share the same sentiment)

Just slightly provoking each other, a little bit of possessiveness hidden in there somewhere, while they talk absolutely nasty about Phantom...idk!

Is this smthn-

-Void

I’m honored I’ve finally been given raindrop writing privileges I hope I did them justice I know how important those freaks are to you

1.6k of exactly what it says on the tin folks. Warnings for degro, size shaming, mentions of physical punishments like bruises and blood, they’re a bunch of possessive freaks.

Ok have fun

Dew reeks of sweat and smoke.

His forehead is shiny, golden hair sticking to it as he tips his head back to allow Rain to suck on the sensitive skin of his neck. They exchange heat in this position, Rain sat in his lap nestled comfortably on his cock while Dew massages his hips. He gets hotter the longer they sit, no real urgency to either of their movements, Dew would gladly burn if it meant being able to continue touching Rain like he’s a deity who has given him the grace of his skin against his own.

“Haven’t you noticed how he looks at us firefly?”

The words barely register in Dew’s brain as Rain lifts up off of his throat to speak coherently. Rain grinds his hips back lightly, causing Dew to suck in a deep breath. His grip tightens as he finally looks back up at Rain with a confused look.

“Who?”

“Phantom. Have you been listening to me or do I need to get up?” Rain sighs while Dew digs his nails into his hips, mumbling out a couple breathy protests.

“I’m listening I promise I- we’ve just been here for hours Rain cloud”

It had been more like an hour. The passage of time slowing as Rain moves at his own leisure. A casual pace to the roll of his hips even as Dew attempts to move them faster. Rain had already soaked the sheets below them anyways, can’t help himself, but Dew’s eyes cross every time Rain sits back to add another comment about whatever he had decided was the topic of conversation.

“Could get up if you’re not feeling it, thought you enjoyed it when I sit sweetly in your lap. Thought you wanted something pretty to look at”

“I do baby-“

“Then stop complaining”

Dew lets out another breath he didn’t know he was holding. He readjusts them in an attempt to relieve something about their position. At least enough that he can focus on what Rain is saying to him.

“Anyways, Phantom just looks so sweet doesn’t he? Probably would drop to his knees in the common room if we asked him” Rain repeats, a soft hand caressing Dew’s chin to force his gaze. He studies Dew’s eyes for any hint that he’s not fully with him, enamored with the way his pupils dilate. Finally Dew rolls his eyes and bats Rain’s hand away, grumbling about how he’s still there.

“You really think that freak is obedient?”

“More obedient than you are” Rain chides “besides, if he listens when you send him on stupid errands to annoy Swiss, I wonder what else we could make him do.”

Phantoms eyes spark when he sees Dew and Rain. A mischievous glint that has Rain wanting to drag him between them and use him as they please. A finger beckoning him over, pointing at the floor, hell Dew barely had to motion to the stage before Phantom had eagerly dropped to his knees while on tour. Something Dew has not forgotten, or let Rain forget.

“I’ve heard the opposite. Swiss gets chatty when he’s high” Dew snickers. There’s a hint of jealousy to his voice as Rain praises the new summon while seated on his cock. A petulant tone that only makes Rain bite his lip in curiosity.

“Is that so?”

“Said he’s a fucking brat, that he’s got an awful mouth on him” Dew groans as Rain bounces lightly just to hear that tone of his go breathy again.

“Well considering how often I let you get away with it, I’m not concerned”

Rain adjusts again with a wicked look. He loves watching the cocky attitude in Dew melt away as he clenches down on his cock. Dew is adorable when he’s jealous, Rain could work him up for hours if he didn’t think Dew may burn down the abbey about it.

“He’s greedier than you are princess, Swiss could spank the stupid toy raw and he would beg for more”

“Guess I enjoy the challenge. Swiss encourages the bratting though and you of all ghouls should know that”

More than once had Swiss worked Dew up enough to get smoke coming out of his ears. Laughing in his face before sending him back to Rain covered in bruises after taunting the one ghoul who usually couldn’t control himself. Always quiet and docile, but they all knew the work it took to get him there. Swiss dishes his punishments hard, that fucking sadist, purely encouraging a bad habit so he can have his own fun.

"Sometimes Swiss has to subdue him with quintessence just to get him to shut his mouth. Poor thing will apparently just talk and babble until he's fucked stupid"

Oh that idea intrigues Rain more than it should. The idea of Phantom being so loud and disobedient that even Swiss can't handle him sometimes? He licks his lips, quickening his pace bouncing up and down on Dew just thinking about it. His thoughts are awful really, the terrible sadistic part of him wondering if he could get Phantom to submit without having to use magic.

He knows how hard Swiss can go, he's left plenty of cuts and bruises on Rain to make that point clear. But Rain wonders if Phantom will allow him to go harder.

“I think we could take him firefly. Could just tie him up until he wants to be good if the bug gets out of hand.” Rain muses. Dew pants and curses beneath him, trying to grab at Rain to slow him down.

“Fuck baby-“ Dew moans. There’s an internal debate of whether or not to force him to still his hips, loving the way he looks bouncing up and down. His dark hair framing his face as he tilts his head back blissed out on Dew’s cock, small tits bouncing slightly, he looks ethereal like this and if Dew wasn’t about to completely ruin the moment he would've been more than grateful to continue to watch.

There’s a small pause that lingers in the air as Rain finally stills. He leans forward into Dew’s chest against, panting right by his ear.

“Hope he’s a bit nasty for us, hope he makes me fucking claw at his skin until he sobs. Get him real marked up and docile, see a bruised bloody thing at our feet hanging onto our every word” Rain huffs, breathy and a cocky lit to his voice that has Dew whimpering at the idea. One of Rain’s claws drags down the side of Dew’s abdomen for emphasis as he just nods and gasps at the sting.

“Do you think he’s got that awful quint trait of being a fucking freak with his magic? Do you think he uses it to get what he wants?” Dew screws his eyes shut as Rain clenches down on him again. Omega certainly has an awful streak of using his magic to his advantage, they’re sure that’s how aether got to be so bad. Just a taste of power and Dew’s convinced the kid will be hooked. Will play dirty just to get a cock in him.

“I think we can make a sweet boy out of Phantom. Won’t need any magic to get what he wants if he listens”

“And how do you expect to do that?”

Rain smiles almost maliciously at Dew, his sharp teeth almost reflecting the low light in the room. A sweet hand comes to caress the side of his face, a stark contrast to the filth Dew knows Rain is thinking.

“Oh I was hoping you’d be a bit generous droplet, I was thinking I could offer him the opportunity to fuck my cunt if he’s a good boy. Maybe if you’re good too you can watch”

Dew practically growls, “Id just have to fuck you afterwards. He can’t fuck you like I can, would love to see him try though”

“Oh is that so? You don’t think he’s bigger than you are?” Rain reaches below him to grab at Dew’s cock, showing how easily it slips out when he’s not actively grinding down on it

Shame burns in Dew’s gut, his face going bright red seeing how Rain’s fist almost covers him completely. A spurt of pre dribbles down his fist only adding to the embarrassment, not only feeling of seeing Rain actively coo over how small he is, both of them knowing how aroused it makes Dew.

“Shut up” he grits.

“Seen and heard a couple things that tell me otherwise. I think he could fill me up nicely” Rain sits back on Dew’s cock again, tsking in mock disappointment. He reaches down to rub between his folds, biting his lip as he circles lightly on his clit. Dew can see how wet he is, more slick leaking out of him as he touches himself.

“That’s even if I let him near you. Don’t even want him to look at your pretty cunt, should be all mine”

Rain spreads himself at the words, two fingers showing off his pink little clit, completely engorged. Strings of his own arousal connect his fingers as he shows himself off. Dew wants to drool, to beg to get his mouth on him. Needing the salty, heady taste of Rain on his tongue.

“Don’t get jealous on me now. Besides, you’re not in charge Dewdrop” Rain sneers.

Dew whines, Rain’s hand coming to wrap lightly around his throat. A final grasp at power that Rain knows will leave him helpless and quiet for him.

“If you’re so jealous I could just have you both fuck me. Get both of your little cocks in me and see if It even stretches me out. Sure mountain or aether is bigger than you two combined, would be a really sweet sight to watch you two try though.”

#I hope I made u proud #cw degradation #cw humiliation #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #phantom ghoul #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul

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