#cw begging

[saetoshis]

[‹ FILTHY LOVE! ›] JING YUAN

[‹ SUMMARY ›] as time comes to pass, you start to realize the general you’re so fond of is a much less morally upstanding man when he’s in bed!

[‹ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS ›]

fem!reader, filthy filthy sex, pervy!jing yuan, cunnilingus, a little bit of fingering, teasing / begging, sir kink, lots of praise [smart girl, good girl, pretty thing], a little dumbification, mentions of overstimulation, creampie, minors + ageless dni!

you never would’ve guessed this.

you never would’ve guessed that such an imperious, upstanding, highly respectable general would be doing what he’s doing to you right now.

you look down to find white wisps of hair fluttering against your stomach with his nose rubbing against your clit, all while his tongue is buried deep enough inside of you to pull noises out of your chest that you didn’t even know you could make.

"f-fuck... jin-" broken mutters of curses and his name fall out of your mouth in succession with his every miniscule movement. his hands feel hot on your skin as he drags his palms down your hips to wrap your thighs around his head, little groans leaving his lips right up against your cunt. you breathlessly pant out, "satisfied enough yet?"

"mm-" jing yuan hums out in almost a rasped growl as he nuzzles his nose against your clit and delves his tongue a little deeper between your walls, just to test his - and your limits. his fingers dig into your thighs a little harder when he passionately grunts out, "never. not in a million years..."

jing yuan trades his tongue for his fingers as he curls them right against the spot he knows makes you lose your mind, his mouth trailing kisses up your torso before finding its way to your neck. he's so smooth and fluent with every motion, as if he knows exactly what drives you crazy.

"j-just put it in, already... can't wait anymore," you mutter out in a pitifully whiny tone, your hips grinding up against his hand and he just can't help but smirk as he appreciates how needy you are for him. he's got you wrapped around his finger, he knows that much.

"good, polite girls add a 'please' at the end, don't they?" jing yuan wants to drag this out for as long as possible, if only just to see the little tears brimming in your eyes as you beg and plead for what you want. he's giving you a pearled smirk and a little glare of amusement, and you know what he wants to hear.

"p-please, sir. please, general..." your voice comes out like a breathy whisper as you shudder in anticipation on the sheets beneath him, desperation creeping up in your body second by second. you graze your hand against his cheek with a honey-sweet, "w-want you..."

"oh, smart girl... knew you could do it," jing yuan almost purrs out the words as he kisses you, exchanging heavy breaths as he slips the head of his cock between your walls. the sensation makes the two of you gasp, inhaling each other's air in tandem with your tingling nerves. "yeah, there it is... feels good, doesn't it?"

"mhm, mhm," you hum out and nod fervently, the euphoria that you were chasing finally spreading through your body like an instant flame. you feel him filling you up more and more, and you shudder when the head of his cock hits that sensitive patch in your walls. "ah- mm..."

"right there, hm? is this where you want me to fuck? right here?" jing yuan's finger grazes against your abdomen, right where the tip of his cock is pressing up into you. he lets out a little sneer when you nod and mumble in response, his hips rutting into you at a slow, calculated pace. "oh, you're so pretty just like this..."

"little... faster, please?" you ask him with glimmers of lust in your eyes and the sweetest pleading expression on your face, and he just can't possibly say no to you now. he's teased you enough already...

"way to ask like a good girl," jing yuan praises you between a little smirk, hands wrapping under your back and caressing your torso as he fucks into you quickly enough to make your head crane back. you let out a slew of incomprehensible moans, and his pride burgeons in his chest each time you let out a little sound in time with his thrusts. he lets out a little tease, "so polite for me, aren't you?"

"m-mhm, your polite girl," you mumble and parrot back, your eyes filled with nothing but desire as you watch him with low eyelids. each heavy rut of his hips prompts a jolt of bliss to shock up your spine, and you become simply absorbed in his touch - almost intoxicated.

"does my smart girl need a reward? hm?" jing yuan teases as he flits his tongue over his lips, his eyebrows starting to tense up from the pleasure wracking his body. every little sound you let out, every time you tighten up around his cock from the praise he gives you - he absorbs the memory of it all, locking it away for safekeeping. this is exactly how he wants you... all the time, just like this.

"y-yeah, reward..." you mumble and hum happily as you start to lose your mind in pleasure, hips grinding back into him and nudging his cock even deeper inside of your cunt. bliss heats up like a pool inside your chest, just waiting for one more rough snap of his hips for it to burst. "c-close, m' close..."

"that so, pretty thing?" jing yuan is enraptured by how your eyes roll back in your head, your frame starting to shake beneath him as that euphoria starts to climb up, and up, and up in your body. he knows you're just one more second away, one more press of his cock against your walls away from letting go. with a wide smirk and a tightened grip on your thighs, he rasps out, "then, show me..."

his tone is enough to send you reeling over the edge, pleasure washing over you in hot bursts and tingles as you shudder and whimper out little mewls of his name followed by a slew of pleads. every heavy rut of his hips makes you shake harder, legs keening together in overstimulation.

"mm- there you go, just like that... think you need another reward, too?" jing yuan murmurs as he grunts and pants a little more raggedly, his grip on your thighs tightening as he spreads them apart again. his eyebrows furrow as his mouth hangs open, his movements getting a little sloppy and desperate now.

"mhm..." you hum and nod in need, intense passion and lust shimmering in your eyes as you hold him even closer up against your chest. he chuckles between groans as he dips his head to the side, pressing messy kisses and flicks of his tongue against the curve of neck.

"since you've been so good..." jing yuan rasps the words right up against your ear, breathy moans and quickened grunts tumbling from his mouth as he fucks into you faster to chase his own high. the feeling burgeons in his cock before it twitches between your walls, his abdomen shuddering with every pulsing tingle as he shoots out ribbons of white inside of you. "hah- oh, shit..."

the two of you pant heavily as you stay connected for a little, breathing each other's air and holding on tight. shallow breaths fade into chuckles of pleasure as you slowly ride out the euphoria, a giddy smile on your face as you look at him.

"was that satisfactory, general?" you tease him, brushing a lock of hair out of his eyes with a little pleased look in your eyes.

jing yuan smirks back, leaving a soft kiss on your lips before he mumbles, "mm, not quite. i think i'll need some more data before i can come to a proper conclusion..."

2023 SAETOSHIS. do not repost, copy, or translate.

[nami-writes]

[ an apple | a day | (keeps the doctor) away ]

couple month old 3 part story i conjured up! i came up with this concept and thought it was pretty cool so yknow. wrote it and now here we are <3

content warnings: implied/referenced abuse, emeto, bad/reluctant "caretaker," starvation, begging

It’s his first day being tasked with watching Villain.

He arrives half an hour early, signs in, and sits in the lounge to pass the time. This promotion may not be due to his competence— it's no secret the heroes’ main facility is becoming understaffed after their public support started dwindling— but he’s not going to let that disprove it. The heroes need all the loyal supporters they can get. Guard can ignore a couple of rumors to prove he's worth their time.

He triple-checks his sidearm before he rounds the corner and exchanges a nod with the guard already there, then takes her place. In five hours they’ll bring him Villain’s dinner to slide under the door and then three hours after that he’ll switch out with the night shift guard and go home. Easy as that. He just needs to ensure Villain eats and check the barred window every few minutes to make sure Villain is still chained up.

He is, upon Guard’s first glance in. The chains are longer than he expected and the cell is also much smaller than he expected. Villain is slumped against the wall, so still Guard can't quite tell if he's still breathing, but he decides that even if he's not, so be it. His job isn't to keep Villain alive. His job is to make sure he doesn't escape.

Things get boring quickly. He starts out looking in every dozen seconds or so, just out of curiosity and amazement that he’s this close to a completely helpless Villain, but nothing ever changes. Minutes and hours drag on and he thinks a strand of hair shifted out of place, but even that could be his imagination. Maybe Villain is just asleep. Guard passes the time counting the cracks in the wall. Then counting them again, just to make sure he didn’t miss any.

Finally, someone brings him Villain’s dinner tray. It holds a couple spoonfuls of what looks like mystery meat, half a cup of water, and a limp carrot. Guard frowns, then shrugs and slides it under. They must intentionally keep him weak. It doesn’t matter to him anyway, just makes his job easier. He's a little hungry too, in fact— maybe he'll bring a snack with him tomorrow.

He checks on him again a few minutes after sliding his lunch in. Villain still hasn’t moved. The chains must be as long as they are so that he can reach his food, but if he’s tried, he left no signs of it. Guard’s starting to think maybe he is asleep.

“Hey,” he calls, knocking on the door with a knuckle. “Wake up and eat your lunch before the rats get to it first.” He doubts there are actually rats, but it makes for a marginally meaner command.

Villain doesn’t show any signs of life. Maybe he’s just dead.

“Hey!” He slams a fist into the door this time. “Wake up!”

He flinches and his head lolls just a bit. Guard frowns, annoyed. So he is alive. He’s just ignoring him.

“Eat your lunch or I’m coming in there,” he shouts. He was instructed to avoid unlocking the door but he is authorized to use force if he deems it necessary.

Either way, that seems to get his attention. Villain’s eyes snap open and he scrambles for the tray of food that Guard isn’t even sure is fully edible. Just to be safe, he watches as Villain takes each painstaking bite. Each one comes slower than the last until he stops completely, with half the tray still untouched. He downs the water, stares at the rest of his food like it hurts to look at with a hand clutching his stomach.

“Stop wasting time and finish your food,” Guard says. Villain has survived this long on this same food. What makes this particular tray so awful?

“I…” He drags in a ragged breath. “I c-ca…”

And then he retches onto the floor, just beside his tray of food.

Guard doesn't know what to do. He watches Villain heave the undigested contents of his stomach onto the floor he now realizes has stains from previous incidents like this and he just stands there because he wasn't told what to do in this situation. He stares in shock as Villain coughs up the last of the chunky vomit and then drags himself back over to the wall, where he collapses again. He doesn't even bother to sit upright, just lies down on his side.

It's fine. They'll probably bring him something new to eat tomorrow. He did eat, technically, and he won’t die from one day without food. Guard knows that doesn't count as eating, but something twists in his gut at the thought of making Villain choke the food down and swallow back his vomit. So he leaves it at that.

He lets Villain sleep for the last hour of his shift, even though the next guard shouts and bangs on the door to wake him up the moment Guard steps away.

—

He brings his own food the next day. A sandwich and an apple. He doubts he's supposed to be eating on the job, but he doesn't exactly have a lunch break and Villain is in no shape to try anything funny.

Things go about the same way they did the day before. He looks into the cell every couple of minutes. There’s a fresh new stain on the floor now, no doubt from yesterday. It seems the janitors didn’t clean it up very well.

With nothing else to do, Guard nibbles on his sandwich. Villain only moves once and it’s to curl up on his side with his arms around his abdomen like he’s still in pain even though it’s been a day. He’s completely silent, though, so Guard leaves him alone.

Five hours have never felt so long. At least yesterday standing in the same place while glancing through bars on a door was new. Now, the minutes drag on and he recounts the cracks in the wall but when that gets old, he starts counting how many times he needs to nibble his sandwich to finish it. When it's gone, he still has three hours left. He could’ve sworn it’s been longer.

He’s bored. He’s tired of standing here. And his only source of entertainment is Villain.

He checks in on him again. Villain is still lying on the ground curled up in a ball. Vomiting should’ve solved whatever was upsetting his stomach, right? What’s still wrong with him?

“Hey,” Guard calls. “Something wrong?”

Villain curls himself tighter. “No.” His voice is strained. It’s a boldfaced lie.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“M’fine.”

He shouldn’t pick a fight with him. He knows it’s not worth it. But he’s bored out of his mind and maybe he shouldn’t just resign himself to letting Villain die, if just because he needs something to do.

He pulls out his key and unlocks the door. The click of the lock catches Villain’s attention immediately and wide eyes meet his as he steps into the room.

“W-wait,” Villain stammers and holds up a thin pleading hand, “wait, wait, I’m sorry, I wasn’t— I didn’t mean to—”

“What’s the problem?” Guard snaps at a cowering Villain. He didn’t exactly expect him to start grovelling, but he just needs to know what’s wrong with him.

His eyes flick between Guard and the door, but then drop to the floor fast. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to look at the, um, I just— my… my s-stomach…”

“Throwing up didn’t fix it?”

Villain winces. “No, no sir, it happened, um… after.”

After? “What happened after?”

“...Nothing. Nothing. S-sir.”

“Spit it out,” Guard says, annoyed. “I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong. What is it?”

Villain looks torn and terrified. Guard doesn't understand why it's such a big deal. He lifts a hand to gesture “well?” but Villain only cringes away from him.

“Well, it’s something with your stomach, right? And it’s not a digestive issue,” he says. Villain doesn’t respond. That’s a yes. “Lift up your shirt.”

He freezes. Understandable, but annoying nonetheless.

Guard frowns. “You’re not exactly making it easy for me to figure it out a normal way, so lift up your shirt.”

“No, wait, just— I-I’ll talk, I’ll talk, okay?” He sighs and mumbles shamefully through grit teeth. “I… it was a punishment. For throwing up. Okay? That’s— that’s what happened. They, um… beat me.”

“They beat your stomach?”

He nods. He doesn’t lift his gaze from the floor.

“Why?”

“My stomach’s why I threw up,” he shrugs. “So, that’s… that’s what they beat.”

Guard hums in acknowledgment. He sees the reasoning, he supposes, but beating his stomach won’t make him vomit any less. Isn’t the goal to solve the problem?

Villain raises his head just a little bit, daring to glance up. “Am I… are you done now?”

That’s when he remembers he originally just came in here to harass Villain and entertain himself. He almost feels bad. He does feel bad. But he’s already established that he isn’t here to be nice to him, so he just gives him a curt nod and lets him suffer in peace. As close to peace as he can get, at least.

Villain doesn’t move again for the next two-and-a-half hours, save for painstakingly shifting back into the same position on the floor he’d been in before Guard entered the cell. He doesn’t know how Villain is going to stomach his dinner if he threw up last night and now his stomach is in pain. Guard doubts the food will be any better tonight.

He receives the tray on schedule and slides it in. It holds the exact same food as yesterday, only the mystery meat is replaced with beans. It’s not enough to sustain him, not when he didn’t eat last night’s dinner and probably couldn’t eat any meals in between. But what can Guard do?

Thinking about food starts to make him hungry again too, which reminds him— the apple. He’ll just snack on that until his shift is over. He pulls it out and brushes it off and goes to take a bite, then stops. He takes a second to check on Villain. Villain hasn’t moved.

“Hey,” he says. “Uh…” How does he say this without being weird about it? “Are you gonna be able to eat that?”

Villain looks up at the tray of food and his eyelids droop warily. “Yes sir, I will, I’ll… I’ll eat it. I'll eat it. Have to.” He mutters the last bit hoarsely like the knowledge that he needs to eat it to survive is painful.

“I told you to stop lying to me,” Guard snaps. He’s trying to help Villain this time. “I’ve got an apple. If you couldn’t eat that I was gonna give it to you.”

At that, Villain’s eyes light up with hope and desperation. “Please.” He doesn’t even hesitate to beg. “I’m sorry, please. Please, I-I need— I won’t lie to you again, I swear I won’t, I swear, please!”

Part of him relishes in being able to make Villain beg. The better part of him rolls the apple through the slot under the door to get him to stop. “Here. Just don’t throw up again.”

“Y’sir, I won’t, I swear.” He practically lunges for the apple and bites into it. He still winces when he swallows, likely due to his stomach pain, but he gobbles up the apple twice as fast as he tried to eat his dinner last night. “Thank you— thank you, sir.”

“Don’t mention it,” he says, then adds, “Really. I doubt I’m supposed to be giving you food. Don’t say anything to anyone or you’ll regret it.”

It’s a bluff— he isn’t actually going to do anything about it, not really— but Villain either doesn’t realize or doesn’t care because he nods vigorously nonetheless. “Yes sir.”

“Good.” He looks down at the untouched tray of prison food beside Villain. “An apple isn’t enough to make up for a day’s worth of missed meals. Try and eat that too. Just don’t eat so much you throw up again and the apple ends up not doing anything for you.”

Villain eyes the tray painfully but at Guard’s command, he steels himself. “Yes, sir.”

He doesn’t make it past three bites, but at least this time he doesn’t vomit. Guard counts that as a win.

[whumperfully]

Deserving

CW: failed murder attempt, failed escape attempt, begging, manhandling, drowning, creepy/intimate whumper, unhinged whumper, conditioned whumpee, psychological manipulation

Also marks off my bthb:drowning

Inspired by this prompt by @whumppromptoftheday

Whumpee tiptoed into the kitchen, careful not to let their breathing get too loud. They quietly approached the drawer in the far corner, eyes darting around their surroundings. Slowly. Very slowly. They opened the drawer and took out the sharpest longest knife they could find.

They turned the wooden grip around in their bandaged hand until it fit. Yes. It definitely seemed sharp enough to be able to easily cut through whumper. This was the day they were going to be free. They-

"What are you doing here so late at night, darling?" The voice made whumpee's blood run cold.

They whipped around as fast as they could and fell to their knees, head bent low.

"Were you trying to make me a midnight snack? How sweet." Whumper moved closer. "Why didn't you ask me for permission beforehand, hmm? I mean, seeing you here soo late at night is bound to arouse suspicion, no?" Their hands gently ruffled whumpee's hair.

"Yes, Master." Whumpee's voice was barely above a whisper.

"I don't need a 'yes', sweetheart. Although, I do appreciate the 'Master'. Tell me-" Their grip tightened in a moment, pulling whumpee's head up to lock eyes with them. "-why did you come down here?"

"You didn't mean to hurt me, did you? You can't be this foolish, right?" The grip around their hair tightened until whumpee was sure it would rip all of it out.

A whimper escaped their lips as they attempted to shake their head, throat too dry to speak.

"Then tell me-" Whumper crouched down, letting go of their hair to grab the knife out from behind whumpee. "-what is this?"

Whumpee trembled, tears ready to stream down their face. "M-master I-"

"You really think I can be fooled with your lies, pet?" Whumper patted their cheek. "I know you better than you know yourself."

"Plea- please! Mas-"

"Shh." Whumper placed a finger on whumpee's lips. "Let me think." Their eyes scanned their surroundings. "Let's see... Oh! I know!"

As they began to walk towards the sink, whumpee perked up. They knew what was coming next and-

"Master, please!" They fell forward to get a hold of whumper's pajama bottoms. "I'm sorry!" They choked out through their sobs. "I was tired and couldn't think straight! Please please please! I won't do it ag-"

Whumper kicked whumpee in the ribs, hard enough to make them roll across the floor to the fridge in the corner.

As whumpee heard the tap being turned on, they began to cry, curling up on themself. They hated this punishment. So. So much. They would take a beating over it any day.

The sound of the water disappeared and whumpee shifted closer to the wall.

"I'm sorry, Master. I'm really very sorry." They sobbed as whumper approached them.

"Sweetheart-" Whumper grabbed their arm to pull them up. "-I know you're sorry. I know you're very very sorry. But that's not enough." They guided the trembling whumpee to the sink. "I want you to remember this. Forever. So that you can never ever think of trying this again."

Before whumpee had time to hold their breath, they were shoved underwater. They stayed still for as long as they could but as they reached the one minute mark, their desperation overpowered them and they began to thrash against whumper's grip. Anything to convince them to let them out.

Yet whumper only pushed them in deeper. Until their nose hit the bottom. Until their back was painfull arched. Until they could only stand on their toes.

Their chest tightened. Their head felt too light. They-

Theycouldn'tbreathetheycouldn'tbreathetheycouldn't-

Whumper finally pulled their head out of the water, letting them take a huge breath before-

Their feet were lifted off the ground once more. Water entered their nose. They opened their mouth for some relief but it only got worse. Their throat was in a cagecagecagecagecagecage-

Their head was lifted up once more but they got even less time to breath before-

They couldn't breathe. They were going to die. Whumper had finally decided to kill them. They had been bad. They had been bad. Whumper was going to kill them. They couldn't breathe. They shouldn't have- they couldn't breathe. Whumper was going to- they couldn't breathe. They-

Whumper took their head out of the water again and they hadn't even taken a full breath before-

They couldn't take it. Not anymore. They didn't wanna die. They couldn't die. They would do anything to not die. Why do they have to go through this? Whumper's words echoed in their mind. They had been bad... Of course... they had bad thoughts... They had tried to kill Master... Master only wants to make sure they don't repeat their mistakes.. Of course... Of course they... Of course they deserve this-

Whumper pulled their head out the water and threw them down to the floor.

Whumpee was frozen. Their mind still stuck in the water. A kick to their back and they began to cough, desperate to suck in as much air as they could.

"Shh shh whumpee." Whumper chided, their tone soft and sweet. "You're being too loud. You know I don't like loud noises, especially when I'm sleepy."

Whumpee clamped their mouth shut, trying to breathe through their clogged up nose. They couldn't afford to ruin Master's mood again.

Whumper leaned against the sink, yawning. "Much better. Oh, right. It's very late now, darling, isn't it? We should really get some sleep." They crouched down beside the trembling whumpee. "Give me your arm, please. Here, I'll help you up."

Whumpee whimpered, too weak to move.

"Oh! You poor soul! Don't worry, sweetheart-" They put an arm below whumpee's knees and another on their back. "-I'll just carry you, hm? I'll even let you sleep with me, okay?"

As whumper pulled whumpee up into their arms bridal-style, whumpee closed their eyes. It was strange. They felt good. Whumper's pajamas were so soft. So warm after all that cold water. As whumper began to walk, whumpee couldn't help themself...

"Thank you, Master." Their voice was too low. They hoped Master could hear them.

To be honest... they weren't sure why they were thanking whumper. They had hurt them, hadn't they? But now they were carrying them in their arms... so gently... so softly... It felt good... They didn't understand how... why...

"It's alright, whumpee. I'm sure you'll remember this lesson now. Don't worry. If you ever do forget, I'll remind you again. Again and again. As many times as it would take to help you get better." Whumper pressed a soft kiss to their forehead. "Just rest now, hm? No need to worry."

That's right... Master would take care of everything... Pets shouldn't think that much anyway... They deserved what Master gave them... That's all...

[frostbite-fics]

Let me take care of you - Damien x GN!Reader

Frostbite finally wrote smut again! Damien is a sub, I make the rules.

Content warnings: restraint, begging, a tiny bit of edging

Words: ~750

Damien was always a hardworking and caring individual. He took his job as mayor very seriously. You scolded him more than a few times for taking work home with him. He’d sit in his office and work on paperwork until ungodly hours of the night. On nights like that you’d have to bribe him into sleeping. A naughty thought crossed your mind. Mr. Mayor needed to stop taking care of the city for a little while and get taken care of himself.

You strolled into his home office to see him hunched over the desk, pen in hand. “Darling, don’t you think it’s time you took a break? You seem tense.”

“The paperwork-”

“Will be there tomorrow. It won’t sprout legs and wander away if you stop for the night.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but closed it again moments later. He cleared his throat, “I have been rather tense recently. I suppose the pressure of trying to get re-elected is getting to me.”

“I can help,” You smiled warmly as you turned his chair towards you. He made a small sound as your lips connected. You placed a hand on his inner thigh to gauge his reaction. The high pitched whine that passed his lips told you everything you needed to know. “Someone’s pent up,” you teased lightly.

“Yes, well,” He cleared his throat again. “I have been busy lately. We can take this to the bedroom-”

“Nope. I want you right here.” You met his eyes, noting the way his pupils were already blown wide. You palmed at his bulge, watching his eyes flutter closed as he sighed. “This is about you, so do you think you can be good for me and just relax? Let me take care of you.”

“Yes, oh god, yes.” He was melting into the chair.

He was already leaking precum when you unbuttoned his pants. You wrapped your hand around him, listening to the way his breath shook as you stroked. He grabbed at your shoulder to pull you close enough to kiss.

You stopped your hand.

“Ah ah ah,” You looked at the way he panted already. “You said you’d be good and relax. That means hands off. Do I need to tie your hands?” You teased.

He swallowed. His eyes flashed between your lips and your hand around his cock, still unmoving. “I…” he sighed. “Please…”

“Please what, Damien? What do you need?”

“I want you to tie my hands. Please, I need to give up control and let you make me feel good. I need it so much.”

You stepped away for a moment, coming back with a silk scarf. You held it up for him to inspect. He nodded, shifting in the chair. You stepped behind him, wrapping the scarf around his wrists. He moaned as you finished tightening the knot. “You know, you look pretty cute like this. All flushed and leaking, breathless for me,” You whispered in his ear.

He laid his head back with a low moan. “You are going to be the death of me,” he panted.

“And what a way to go, don’t you think?” You giggled.

He jumped when you wrapped your hand around his cock again. You started at a slow pace, letting him buck up into your hand. Your other hand worked his shirt open, fingers gliding over the heated skin of his chest. He arched into your touch as best he could with the restraints.

“Ah! Darling, oh please sweetheart don’t stop. It feels so good. I- I, I’m gonna-!”

You stopped your hand.

He sobbed, desperate to finish. His eyes were pleading with pupils blown wide. “D-darling why did you stop? I’m so fucking pent up, please, I’ll do anything just let me cum! Y-you feel how much I’m twitching. I’m desperate. Please please please keep going- aah!”

A long moan broke his begging as you began stroking again. He bucked his hips desperately into your hand, chasing his release. He was babbling and panting without regard to the reserved act he puts on. This is what he needed, to let go.

“Fuck, fuck please, I’m so- I’m so close. Darling, please don’t stop.” Tears of desperation pricked at the corners of his eyes. “Oh god please, I’m so pent up, I need this.” His whimpers and whines grew quicker and higher in pitch. 

He came with a cry, nearly doubling over as he painted your hand and his stomach with white. His head fell back, “Thank you, I really needed that.”

[dollya-robinprotector]

That one event when PC sleeps in History class and wakes up with cum on their hand. It's not the only one, but, like......

No just let me delulu okay just LET ME THINK IT'S THE HIGH CONFIDENCE ROBIN and this is the premise we need for Somnophilia Ronin okay "no one seems to notice" BUT IF YOU LOOK TO YOUR SIDE HONAY MAYBE YOU LL SEE SOMEONE IS BLUSHING JUST LET ME DREAM PLEASE SOMNO ROBIN IS REAL AND I'M SO READY FOR IT.

[susartwork]

What a touching speech...

Happy Let Papyrus Say Fuck day! The event is hosted by @insanelyadd | @letpapyrussayfuckofficial (And this design I drew for Paps is a mix of all their Ambassador Papyrus designs!)

[masterchiefirl]

She Batta on my Aug till I 01???

[EXTREMELY LOUD INCORRRCT BUZZER]

[draakart]

Snake keeping be like

[nami-writes]

[ an apple | a day | (keeps the doctor) away ]

and the trilogy is complete!

content warnings: starvation, begging, panic attack, bad caretaker (but he's trying!)

They’re out.

After spending an hour painstakingly convincing Villain to swipe the keycard off the doctor, speeding through the city as far as they could get from the Heroes’ headquarters, they finally step into the apartment, Guard securely locking and deadbolting the door shut behind them.

Villain looks distant, not quite grounded in the reality of his newfound freedom. His knuckles are turning white from gripping the keycard so tightly, as if letting go will put him right back in his cell. He stands by the door motionless but just the sight of Villain in front of a wall not made of drab concrete makes Guard finally realize how far they’ve gotten.

They did it.

“We did it,” he says aloud just to let it sink in. “Holy shit. We did it.”

Villain’s eyes stare blankly ahead and he fidgets with the keycard, turning it over in his trembling hands without ever looking at it, bending it harshly. He doesn’t even seem to notice until the card snaps apart.

“Sorry,” he mutters, the first word he's said since they got in the car. “I’ll… I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“You don't want dinner?”

Villain starts toward the couch. “No, sir.”

One day Guard has to tell him he doesn't need to call him that. Today, though, Villain’s malnourishment is the bigger issue. “You look like you're going to collapse any minute. You need to eat.”

Villain doesn't respond as he lies down.

“I'll start dinner and let you know when it's ready.”

He comes to the table when called but only sits there staring down at his food, poking idly at it with his fork. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t excuse himself from the table. Just sits there.

“What’s wrong?” Guard asks.

“Nothing.” Yeah, he expected as much.

“Come on. You’re finally getting a good, non-prison food meal, and you’re not eating it but nothing’s wrong?” He crosses his arms. “I don’t buy it.”

Villain’s fork stills. “Sick,” he mumbles.

“You still feel sick?”

He gives a small nod. “‘M sorry. I’m… I’m wasting your food.”

“No, I don’t mind. I get it, you’re still used to tiny rations of prison food,” he says. “The only thing I have a problem with is the lying.”

Villain shrinks into himself, head hung pitifully. “S-sorry. I’m— I’m sorry, sir.”

Maybe he should’ve saved this conversation for later. Confronting him now is just making him more anxious than he needs to be. “It’s fine. I’m not mad. I just… don’t like being lied to when I’m trying to help you, you know?”

“Yes sir,” he answers shakily. “Yes sir, I understand.” He manages to fork one bite of food into his mouth like that’ll be enough to satisfy Guard. “Can, can I go now?”

Villain can’t possibly be full but Guard has caused him enough anxiety tonight. “Yeah. Sure. You don’t need permission.”

“Thank you, sir.”

He doesn’t look up once as he makes his way back to the couch. Guard doesn’t end up eating much of his dinner either.

—

Guard wakes up to the sound of the door jiggling and his first instinct is to jump out of bed and rush downstairs. Someone’s trying to break in. He should’ve changed out those millennia-old locks ages ago, he knew they wouldn’t have held up much longer.

When he flicks on the lights, however, the supposed burglar turns out to be Villain, frozen in place as Guard stares him down.

“What are you doing?”

“I-I’m sorry,” Villain stammers, taking a step away from the door. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to try and sneak out, I didn’t, I just, I—”

Sneak out?

Guard steps forward but Villain stumbles back, hands searching behind him for somewhere to hide. What he finds instead is the shelf in the corner that holds Guard’s video games. “Please,” he says on the verge of tears, “please, I’m sorry, I-I should’ve, I should’ve asked permission, I s-should’ve—”

His breathing grows erratic and Guard realizes— he’s hyperventilating. “Hey. Shit, hey— it’s fine. It’s fine. I’m not mad. Slow down, breathe, it’s fine.”

He steps toward Villain but Villain only steps backward into the shelf, seeming to not even notice the wooden ledges digging into his back. It’s only when he finds nowhere else to go that he makes a run for the stairs.

“Villain!”

Guard starts to chase him but Villain yanks a chair behind him and clumsily jumps the dining table, knocking the vase on top over with a crash before scrambling up the stairs. Guard only stares at the mess of ceramic shards and water.

God damn it.

He’s torn between going after him and cleaning up the mess to avoid either of them slipping or getting hurt, but only for a moment. Upstairs he can hear frantic footsteps and a door slamming. Now he’s mad. It’s two in the fucking morning and he has neighbors and now a mess to clean too, but that’s not going to help calm Villain down and if he doesn’t calm him down he might just hurt himself.

This is stupid. He should be asleep. But he still sidesteps the broken vase and the chair on the floor and dashes upstairs to the only room with a closed door.

It’s blocked off. It opens maybe an inch but something heavy on the other side stops it. “Villain, I know you’re in there! Move this out of the way, I just want to talk.”

Villain sniffles between sobs on the other side of the door. Footsteps patter back and forth. He’s pacing. A bang sounds out, something hitting the wall. Mumbles Guard can’t make out.

“Villain, come on. I’m not gonna hurt you. Promise.”

There’s a loud, plasticky squeak and Guard realizes— this room has a window.

“Villain!” He bangs on the door and tries to shove whatever’s on the other side away. “Villain, I’m serious! Don’t do whatever I think you’re about to do! Villain, I swear—”

Silence. Almost so much that Guard thinks Villain really jumped out until he hears a sniffle behind the door. Wood drags on wood and the door falls open with Guard’s weight. He catches himself just in time.

The window is open and Villain is nowhere in sight. Guard has to turn around to find him cowering on the floor behind the closet blocking the door. He’s trembling so hard Guard can see it from where he stands and his face is hidden in his knees.

“Jesus,” Guard breathes. His heartbeat begins to slow with relief. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“I-I’m sorry.” He doesn’t lift his head but his voice shakes with fear. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

He doesn’t stop apologizing, almost robotically. Like he thinks if he proves he’s sorry enough he’ll be spared whatever punishment he thinks he’s going to receive. “Look, just— don’t worry about it. I accept your apology. You’re good.” He grits his teeth only a little bit. He’s just tired, he tells himself. “I was just scared you were going to jump out the window.”

Villain doesn’t stop apologizing. “I shouldn’t have run, I, I’m sorry sir, I should’ve, should’ve been g-good, should’ve… I’m sorry, I’m s-sorry…”

“Did you hear what I said?” he asks. It comes off as snappy but he doesn’t mean for it to. Maybe it’s good, though— it catches Villain’s attention fast. “I accepted your apology, okay? That means you don’t need to apologize anymore.”

He lifts his head just the tiniest bit. “...You’re not mad?”

Guard considers lying. It won’t do either of them any good, though. “I am mad. I’m upset that you made a mess in my kitchen and woke me up and probably my neighbors too.” He can see how much Villain tenses. “But I’m also tired, and it’s not that serious. I’m just worried about you and I haven’t slept enough to have my shit fully together yet.”

“...Oh.” He stares in disbelief. “I, um… I’m sorry. Sir. For making you worry. I-I’ll clean up the mess downstairs, I won’t do it again, I’ll be quiet even if you— if you punish me now.”

“No punishment, Villain. It’s not that bad,” he says. “Just get some sleep. If I’m tired, you must be exhausted. I’ll clean up.”

“But I made the mess. I… I b-broke your, your vase.”

Guard frowns. “Cleaning up isn’t a punishment for either of us. I just don’t want anyone to slip or get hurt.”

“Then I’ll help,” he perks up, then hesitates. “If— if you allow it. Sir.”

“You sure? You can go to sleep if you want. I won’t be mad at you for that.”

He nods. “I’ll help clean up.”

—

“Can I ask something you might not want to answer?”

Villain looks up from where he’s cleaning up the spilled water. “Yes, sir.”

“Were you really trying to sneak out?”

He averts his eyes back to the wet paper towels on the floor. “I, um…”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I just… want to know if something’s wrong. So I can help.”

“I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to lie about that, sir,” he mumbles. “I just— I was s-scared, I didn’t, I didn’t want to be, um, in t-trouble, for trying to…”

“I get it. It’s fine, I’m not upset,” he says. “It’s just that I don’t understand why. It’s not safe for you outside. Why do you want to leave?”

Villain wipes up the water. He pretends to be too focused on the task at hand to answer just yet. Finally, he shrugs. “I’m still a villain.”

Oh.

It's guilt.

“Where were you going to go?”

There’s only one possible answer to that question. Only one place would ever actively want him. Villain doesn’t even need to answer.

“You can stay here as long as you want, you know. You’re safe here.”

Villain doesn’t respond so Guard leaves it at that. A reassurance of his safety. He empties his dustpan into the trash can, ceramic crunching as it falls, and leans it against the wall with the broom. “You gonna be okay finishing up on your own?”

“I guess.”

“Okay.” Guard picks up the fallen chair and makes his way to the stairs. “Call for me if you need me, okay?”

Villain nods. “Yes, sir.”

“Night.”

[cr3ntist]

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