#screaming over 'i am not a masochist like you' you got me

[bisexuallsokka]

ok hello i have found that i have no choice but to introduce you to my "divorced zukka but slightly to the left" headcanon for a modern au. basically, a pre-transitioned zuko and sokka have a one night stand at the end of their senior year of high school, and never speak again. roughly six years later, sokka is starting his job at an elementary school (not a classroom teacher, like technology or something) and meets izumi, who is so sweet and cute and i swear thats the face katara makes when she's annoyed, and one day happens to see her dad pick up and huh he looks and AWFUL lot like that person i went to high school with and OH GOD some quick math brings an idea to mind.

So sokka attempts to confront zuko who is very much NOPE DO NOT TALK TO ME, but finally breaks down after a series of shenanigans that def do not involve mild stalking. but only to admit that yes, izumi is sokka's biological daughter, and would like to leave their interactions at that, except sokka has NO interest in SIMPLY leaving it at that because!!! he has a kid!!! that he knew nothing about!!! for six years!!!

zuko very much would like to continue living his life without sokka bc being a single young parent is hard enough but he has a good routine and good relationship with his daughter and he doesnt need this, this, SPERM DONOR to just come in here and mess everything up! the guy hasnt been there the last six years, there is absolutely no reason for his to get involved now!! BUT sokka absolutely would have been there if zuko had only TOLD HIM, but how was ZUKO supposed to know that, and did zuko really think so little of him?? except it was a one night stand and zuko didnt even realize he was a boy until right after and he originally wasnt even planning to keep izumi, and HOW could he have just given up their CHILD without ever even telling sokka about her and given him a CHANCE to take her, and WE WERE JUST KIDS AND HE WAS SCARED-

its complicated. and involves a lot of trying not to shout around izumi, who is just over the moon that her dad and her favorite teacher know each other outside of school. and there's a lot of heartache over sokka having to come to terms with the fact that yeah, hes not izumis parent, and there's only so much he can do without stepping on zuko's toes, and he only wants what is best for izumi, and zuko seeing that maybe sokka really does want to be all in for izumi even if zuko thinks sokka really doesnt fully understand what that means, and would it be such a bad thing? not that either of them are going to admit this to the other.

so it starts with small things, like sokka being allowed to pay child support (which hes been begging to do since day one), and maybe it turns out that zukos new coworker is sokkas friend and they end up at the same party where they can really see each other interact with izumi, and a chunk zuko's summer child care plans for the summer fall apart so sokka offers to babysit since his summer job is remote which feels BIG but also reallyyyyy too convenient to reject,

and then something bigger happens where izumi gets hurt at school and while sokka is blaming himself he's also panicking bc the hospital wont let him stay with her bc hes not an emergency contact so he steels himself and later tells zuko he wants to make his relationship to izumi legal. hes not going to have a custody fight, he would never ask for that, but he wants his name on her birth certificate and wants his name on her list of emergency contacts, and its the first time zuko understand that sokka 100% knows what he's getting into here and is willing to be in this 100%.

So maybe sokka moves into this "uncle sokka" role, because zuko still refuses to tell izumi that sokka is her other dad, and yeah that hurts, but sokka would rather have part of izumi's life if he can't have all of it. and sokka gets a better look inside their lives and discovers that its HARD being a young single parent, why would zuko have risked everything he worked for to mix in some guy he barely knew who might decide that zuko wasn't good enough and take izumi away? and zuko sees the pain sokka has from missing out on so many key moments of izumi's young life, and the more sokka is proving himself as a second parent, the more guilty zuko feels. they go through some shit together and its more and more evident that sokka doesnt just want to be that fun uncle, but he's ready more than willing to be a PARENT even when it means being the bad guy.

and maybe they start falling for each other a little, because they are starting to have this LIFE together and its not just about izumi anymore its the way zuko rolls his eyes and gets the new fancy ice pack out of the freezer when a limping sokka brings izumi back from the park, and its the way sokka makes zuko genuinely laugh after a long day at work, and its like their lives are getting fully intertwined-

except that they arent. and they couldn't. because if sokka decides its too much. because if zukos good favor runs out. if it didnt work out between them. they couldnt do that to izumi. what they have is good, its fine, (even if its not enough) they dont want to risk anything that could disrupt izumi's life. shes the priority. and sure, she's already asking questions about the two of them, but what if they don't work right in a real relationship? the way things are now, either of them could back out, and everyone would eventually be ok. maybe. except every time they think about the possibility, it seems like they are already too intertwined, and either of them trying to untangle would just be a disaster, so imagine if they HAD to untangle, and-

so they just end up in an awkward stage of sad pining. because theres no way it would actually work out. because it would hurt all of them. and their life has never been better, but it's never hurt this much either.

ok so i didnt realize i could still write this long in an ask, but essentially i am not a masochist like you, and they do figure it out in the end. this could happen a number of ways, such as izumi just announcing that yeah this is my dad and his boyfriend, or zukka doing the "pining make outs that we never talk about until one of us snaps and we decide to let ourselves be fucking happy", or a very funny "we both snap and bone for one wonderful night to get it out of our system and then we dont talk about it" which leads to an accidental second baby where sokka and zuko both laugh and say whelp it must be fate lets do this the right way this time.

the most important thing is that they both forget to tell izumi that sokka is her biological father, so teenage izumi is very shocked and upset that shes just had to learn this from something totally mundane like applying for a passport, and sokka and zuko do the spider man finger pointing of "i thought you told her" "no, you were supposed to tell her" "did we really not tell her?" and its absolutely disgusting how cute they are

thanks for coming to my tedtalk

i love every single thing about this! sokka wanting to be a part of izumi's life and help zuko out....zuko being reluctant to accept but eventually seeing how sokka is proving himself.....the limbo period where they are both afraid it could end any moment....TOO GOOD! i love every single option for how they could get together for real like this is my favorite take on modern au divorced zukka by far!!!! <3 <3

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Painful paddle

I'm not very sensitive when it comes to pain during impact play, but I am a masochist and love pain. My dom also loves hurting me, so we picked out a new paddle (pictured below). The cutouts have very sharp edges and light hits warm up the skin really fast.

First, my dom warmed me up with a flogger while I was bent over her desk. Then, she started with light taps with the new paddle, eventually telling me to get on all fours on the sofa. She cuffed my legs to a spreader bar and told me I'll be getting my previously earned reward of 92 (hard) spanks. Working her way up with the intensity, she waits for the moment I scream into the sofa before telling me to start counting. She tries different spots on my body, seeing which place makes me scream the most. About twenty hits in, after my skin is already red and swollen, she takes the split leather paddle. I've gotten used to it and it didn't hurt me as much anymore. However, with my skin already raw from the new paddle, it made everything more intense and painful. She didn't start out with a light slap either. She immediately went in with full force, making me scream into the sofa even louder, instinctively moving away from her. She throws a blanket over my head so I won't see the slaps coming and to muffle my screams so her neighbors won't hear. Sometimes, she wouldn't use as much force and those slaps didn't count.

30-40 slaps in, she takes the spreader bar and flips me around so I'm on my back. She tells me to remove the blanket so she can look at me. Pushing the bar back, she hits my inner thighs and right below my ass with the new wood paddle. It hurts really bad. For the first time since we started playing together, she sees actual fear in my eyes. I flinch when she raises the paddle to hit me again and she smirks, not hitting me when I expect it but then going even harder. Even though I'm scared and it hurts like never before, I get incredibly horny. The pain turns me on and I like the fear. I especially like how much she's enjoying it. I haven't seen her get this happy when hitting me in a while.

I'm struggling, but she keeps me from moving by holding onto the spreader bar. With the split leather paddle, she also hits my boobs. She hasn't done that before and it stings. After a couple of slaps, I cover my chest with my arms, trying to soothe the pain but also to prevent further slaps in that area. "Move your arms away this instant, or I'll tie them up for you.". I refuse and she hits my arm with the leather paddle. It hurts less than her hitting my chest, so I keep covering myself. Then she counts down from three. It's been an intense weekend and while I love getting her angry and her being rough with me, I don't want to overdo it. I'm thankful she's even trying the new paddle and not waiting. For the first time, I'm also scared what the punishment for not listening could be. So, at "one", I remove my arms, and of course, she immediately slaps my boobs again.

Eventually, she flips me around again and just has fun using all her tools on me. The wood paddle made me sensitive, so the riding crop hurts more than usual as well. A couple hits with a thin wood cane make it break. We both laugh and she continues using her other toys. At 72 she hits me so hard and fast, I can't count anymore and just struggle. I scream and try to get away but she keeps me in place with the spreader bar. After she stops, she checks on me and I smile. "That was good. I like it.". She takes that as an invitation to hit me more, with the same intensity. I never finished counting the 92 slaps.

Some (not so great) photos she took right after to show me the result. I've never bled like this from impact play before and she had to listen to my whining the rest of the night whenever I moved and changed my position. She did put lotion on me and got me ice packs though.

The next day, most of the swelling is gone, but bruises formed and the imprints from the paddle are still very much visible (pictures below). Sitting hurts, but not unbearably. I love being reminded of our sessions throughout the day like this and I keep looking at the interesting new bruises.

[megu-nya]

★·.·´ I'M CRAZY BUT YOU LIKE THAT `·.·★

★ ¦ ft: kenyu yukimiya :: shoei barou

★ ¦ tw: nsfw :: gn!reader :: brat tamer!character x brat!reader :: sadist x masochist :: spanking :: master kink :: face fucking :: face slap

★·.·´ KENYU YUKIMIYA `·.·★

"Ken-chan, I'm sorry! Ah!", you screamed at the top of your lungs, another harsh slap landing onto your buttocks, another red hand print adorning your skin. "You know how to address me, love", he said, his voice and demeanour calm as ever, never faltering. An immense aura engulfed him, indescribable, making your arousal pool into your underwear and staining it, a wet patch forming. "I'm sorry, master!", you spat as another slap landed on your ass. "Now that's better", he purred, his eyes glimmering dangerously in the dimly lit room.

"Now tell me darling, why am I doing this to you?", he asked, fully knowing the reason behind your punishment but wanting to hear it out of your mouth. This was his way to degrade you. Spanking you while you had to tell him what you did wrong.

"Because I - ah! because I disobeyed master! He told me to - ah! told me to wait patiently for him and not- and not to touch myself!", you tried to say in between cries out of pain, another three slaps finding its way onto your sensitive skin. "Mhm, that's right", Kenyu said, stroking your buttcheek before giving it another spank.

Some time passed by of him not saying a word but his spanks talked for him. The more pain you received the fuzzier your mind got. The mix of pleasure and pain hazing all of your senses. You were the embodiment of no thoughts, head empty. As much as it hurt you didn't want him to stop. No. In fact you wanted him to keep going. You wanted him to punish you even more.

You whined when his spanks took an end, hand now stroking over the expanse of your back, over your cheeks and onto your thighs, ever so lightly grazing the part that desired his touch the most, a fuse in your head had been blown when you spoke. "Please master! Please punish me more! Need to feel the pain! Please!", you begged, not wanting him to stop. A chuckle escaped your boyfriends mouth. He now had you exactly where he wanted to have you.

★·.·´ SHOEI BAROU `·.·★

"Kneel down for your king", he said, a dangerous aura looming over him, a spark of carnal desire grazing his red eyes, the darkness and ferity making your sex twitch and throb with lust and desire, mouth watering the sight of his thick dick hitting his stomach when he removed his undergarments. "I said-KNEEL!", he growled, one hand landing on your should and pushing you down, making you fall off your feet and land on the floor with a thud.

You looked up and watch as his shadow hovered over you. You knew he was bigger than you but right now he seemed gigantic, and not only because he's hung like a horse. Shoei watched your startled expression, noticing a hint of fear when he grabbed your face, fingers squishing your cheeks harshly as he brought you closer to his throbbing dick, the scent of arousal and pure testosterone making your mind go fuzzy.

With his thumb he urged your mouth to open, not even giving you the space to swallow, drool soon dripping out of your mouth and down your chin, falling right onto the floor. A tch escaped him at the sight of it. "You really dare to make a mess? Now, at all of times? You are brave. Or rather stupid. Think I should plug that filthy mouth of yours", he said, ramming his dick into your mouth without a warning, making you gag around him when his tip hit the back of your throat.

But your struggles to fully take him didn't make him stop, no, the opposite, it made him keep going, made him increase the pace he was face fucking you, balls slapping against your chin with every thrust, filling your mouth to the brim and even further. A pleased groan left his lips when he saw tears building up at the corner of your eyes, starting to roll down your cheeks as well as drool dropping onto the floor.

"You're really good for nothing", he said, removing his dick from your mouth before a harsh slap of his hand landed on your face, making you whince in pain, your arousal only growing even more and pooling into your underwear and staining it. More degrading words left Shoei's mouth, making your head spin in ecstasy, unable to think straight. You didn't want him to stop. No. You wanted him to keep degrading and humiliating you like that, which he gladly will.

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[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box— Trevor Zegras (Part Twenty-One)

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SUNDAY, APRIL 2ND

yourusername

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yourusername welcome to my postgame penalty box update: i love my psycho boyfriend edition! he’s psycho bc he grinned like a damn fool post getting ran over and shoved. your masochistic tendencies are showing, baby! (slides five and six for reference)

the ducks put up a mighty fight (get it?!), but lost it in the end 5-4. BUT trevy and jimmy have made it to the bally sports socal ducks opening! which is very exciting! i bounced up and down! AND Z IS AT SIX GAMES SINCE HIS LAST PENALTY!! THIS IS THE FOURTH TIME HE’S REACHED SIX!! HE HAS YET TO MAKE IT TO SEVEN ALL SEASON!!! PLACE YOUR BETS!!

while the ducks lost, i won with the shatty and jamie prank video! z called me right after it originally happened and his voice was still shaking. i laughed my ass off and he was NOT pleased in the slightest, so reliving it and actually getting to see him wet his pants was thrilling! thanks shatty!! i love you!!

i love you, always, z! (please commit hockey sins)

tagged trevorzegras, jamie.drysdale, and shattydeuces

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trevorzegras not mentioned: y/n and jimmy frequently jump scare me and i am in the market for a new girlfriend and best friend (and roommates)

jamie.drysdale good thing we’re your parents

yourusername you are grounded young man!

trevorzegras I’M OLDER THAN BOTH OF YOU

user1 z will make it to seven i can feel it in my bones

_quinnhughes ma’am, what did we talk about?

yourusername @/jackhughes uh oh

jackhughes it wasn’t me

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes bs you two share one brain cell

yourusername idk what you’re talking about

trevorzegras do we need another intervention?

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras sadly

jackhughes @/yourusername look what you did

yourusername @/jackhughes i sent screenshots to quinn to prove it was you

jackhughes @/yourusername I THOUGHT WE WERE SOULMATES, YOU TRAITOR!

user2 i think quinn just grounded y/n and jack?

yourusername just jack. i called princess treaty!

user3 z was so smiley this game aw

colecaufield YOU GOT THIS, Z!!!

trevorzegras thanks coley!!

yourusername knew i could count on you for positivity <3

shattydeuces i love you, too, future mrs. z! now what is this princess treaty?

jamie.drysdale it’s complicated

trevorzegras i barely understand it

_quinnhughes i, unfortunately, understand it too well

yourusername dw, i’ll explain after practice tomorrow :)

user4 jamie didn’t even look like jamie in the intro😭

trevorzegras ps i love you, forever🧡

yourusername oh good, i was worried you forgot about me

trevorzegras i could never, beautiful

jackhughes i would like to forget about you

yourusername @/jackhughes i’m all you think about, jacky boy, don’t lie!

jackhughes regretfully

user5 screaming, crying, throwing up, shitting, and pissing myself over trevor’s smile

jamie.drysdale in all seriousness, i’m rooting for ya, z!

trevorzegras in all seriousness, you can stay in the house

colecaufield in all seriousness, i’m actually his best friend

jackhughes in all seriousness, I’M actually his best friend

yourusername @/trevorzegras run

lhughes_06 proud of you, future step dad!

yourusername why has everyone decided this??? we aren’t engaged???

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras call me

yourusername um… guys?

user6 UM GUYS?!?!

jackhughes manifesting he takes a trip to the sin bin

yourusername (TREVY BABY THIS IS NOT FOR YOU!!) me heckin’ too, jacky boy

trevorzegras oh wow, i wish i knew what my girlfriend was saying

jackhughes @/trevorzegras good luck cracking that code, z

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Bratty Tengen my beloved. How about some more punishment for him? "Ah! F-fuck..." Tengen let out a cry as he was struck with the crop again, the sound hashira having, yet again, defied the simple orders you gave him. His cock was hard, and oozing with pre, aching to be touched. "How many was that, Uzui?" You asked coldly, weaponizing his last name. He wasn't supposed to enjoy this, so you decided to not simply degrade him like normal. He'd enjoy it too much. "I-I lost count. 'M'sorry, I-" Smack! "Ah!" "You stupid slut. Start again. Count out ten." You hissed, venom lacing your voice. "This has been the third time you've lost count. We're not even halfway through this punishment. When I'm done with you, you'll be nothing but a fucking cock hungry whore!" Tengen moaned at the notion, his cock twitching with need. He cried out again. "O-One!" He rasped out before he was struck again, a loud cry of your name leaving him. Your thigh felt wet. "Did you just cum?" You asked, glaring at the silver haired man, teary magenta eyes returning your gaze as he panted. "I-I'm sorry, 'm so sorry, d-did- didn't mean to- SHIT!" Tengen nearly screamed feeling his ass being struck by your palm this time. A whine leaving his chest afterwards as he began to shake slightly, struggling to keep himself propped up across your lap. "I can't get anything drilled into you, can I? You little brat. Fucking masochistic slut, get on your fucking knees, you're not leaving this room until I say you can, got that?" "Y-Yes, master..." Tengen spoke, breathing ragged and cock hard as he got down in front of you, legs tucked under his reddened cheeks. He loved this treatment, you and him both knew this. You truly just indulge each other. "Do you remember the safeword?" You asked sweetly, looking at him, worried you may have overstepped. "Yeah, I do. We're good to keep going." He replied, voice hoarse, but laced with love. "Good." You hummed, standing over him and looking down at him as your eyes gained that darkened glare that sent chills down his spine. "Make your mouth more useful then." -🍶 P.S. Sorry I felt soft at the end.

ima continue this cause yes

"mmm such a good boy for me~ making your master feel so good. but are you ready to not be a brat? i don't think that was enough for mt fully forgive you..." you say to him.

"i-i'm sorry! I really am, please master. what can i do to have you forgive me? i'll do anything, please, please just forgive me!" he begs

"oh? anything you say? i think i have a few thing in mind, love~"

@glitchtricks94 you wanted me to tag you <3. but anon you just helped me get out of writers block

[the-purple-shirted-tickler]

First Session megapost!

As requested, I’ll go into more detail!  Not only did I finally get to have my first tickling session, but I had the honor of being part of a group gang tickling none other than @yourlittlettoy !  Earlier in the day at that little gathering, @theswitchfinch and @mikoz6916 had taken their turns getting wrecked and were looking for some revenge, and Cece said she wanted multiple lers so they invited me to join them in destroying her!

She shyly admitted she didn’t want a safeword, so we agreed that when she was desperate enough to say “tickle” instead of “t-word” we’d take that as a safeword!

We started with her in spread eagle cuffs on a bed, mostly upperbody but all over really.  I’m more of a feet guy personally, but in this first session I was pleasantly surprised just how fun tickling Cece’s upperbody was!

Sometimes it was hard to tell who was getting which reactions with the absolute chaos of three lers overwhelming poor Cece, but on occasion I’d notice the other two had stopped to enjoy the show and what I was doing really was driving her nuts by itself!  You know that incredulous reaction lers have where they’re surprised just how ticklish a lee is?  Yeah, that’s real. (At least this time)

Cece wasn’t blindfolded, but half the time she might as well have been from squeezing her eyes shut and her hair getting increasingly messy from all of her thrashing.  However, I did treasure the moments where we’d slow down and she’d plead with her eyes for things not to get worse.

If you’ve followed Cece’s tumblr for more than five minutes you’ll know most of her reactions: loud laughter, “pleeeeaaaaase!”, “stahahahahahap!”, and the like.  There were plenty of those, and everyone in the other rooms at the gathering surely got to hear it live from where they were, but we discovered a new one too!  Eventually certain reactions included her giving this lower groan as if to say “UGH this is so embarrassing how flustered and ticklish I am right now” so of course we lers were happy to mimic and tease her for that as well!  Still not sure exactly what was prompting that reaction, so I suppose we’ll have to do more science later

Any tag readers on her page will know that Cece claims to be an escape artist.  That’s partially true.  She could occasionally get her arms free from the wrist restrains, but she was no match for the fact that at least one of the three lers would be more than happy to pin down her escaped limbs while the others continued to tickle the sensitive spots that couldn’t quite escape

Speaking of sensitive spots, totally don’t read the classified information in the following strikethrough but I noticed her upper inner thighs, neck, underarms, and soles got some great screams out of her

When she got to the point where she was begging and saying she’d “do anything” to stop her current predicament, I curled the monkey’s paw and had her agree to move over to the bondage table/stocks and have that be a breather for her as we applied the new bondage.

A previous session that day had broken the latch on Clay’s stocks, but the new shin straps on that setup were the MVP keeping her feet in place.  The toeties weren’t the greatest but I suspect Cece was a good sport playing along like her toes really were stuck there for a while because she loves it

I’m told one of the other lers was at her head for the table portion whispering teases into her ears to fluster her even more, but you’d have to ask Cece what was said!  I’m sure she’d love to tell you and won’t at all be blushing and flustered, right?

I went to grab the baby oil, at first originally planning to go straight to her feet with it, but then the other two suggested I should come put it on her underarms while they had them nice and vulnerable!  “Well, don’t mind if I do!” was went through my head.  And don’t worry, I was sure to make plenty of eye contact as I spread it, and Cece being the excited masochist she is was all to happy to reciprocate

I did wind up returning to her feet with the oil and got a good amount of finger tickles on them while the others continued with her upperbody, but I only got about five seconds of hairbrush tickles on one of her feet before the other slipped free from the previously-broken stocks and our session’s timeslot was up!  I think we need more time with that next time, don’t you?

While we were cooling down, Cece was saying "I hate you guys” and she was totally for real and we totally believed it, it’s not like she loves being a ticklish masochist or anything, right?

I did throw in a nice little foot massage during the cooldown, I hope you liked that Cece

Hope you had half as much fun reading all that as I did being part of it!  Thank you so much to everyone there for including me and finally making my dreams come true!

[mamawasatesttube]

I am lost in the sauce of thinking about how Bruce would react to Robin!Kon. Does he obsess over the fact that an alternate version of him lost and replaced Tim? Does he feel guilty for not taking Kon in in this version of reality? Is he paranoid about and/or intrigued by the potential of a Superboy with full Robin training?

(Knowing Bruce, it’s probably option D: all of the above, but expressed in the worst way.)

he would stand on the roof and brood. so much.

GOD okay no but delving into the bruce and kon dynamic is so... HNG. it's thorny because bruce has been written as warm and kind to kon AND an anti-meta racist asshole to kon. because of who i am as a person i tend to ignore and throw out the latter bc i want to like bruce and its really impossible to make him consistent as a character without picking and choosing stuff to throw out, but... whoof.

but with that established it's so... augh. the idea of having lost tim (who only ever became robin because he lost jason first - that's two robins, two kids, dead, one after another) absolutely would haunt him. the idea of superboy (an alternate universe superboy, no less, one he knows very little about) knowing all the bat secrets and tips and tricks... well, it's not as bad as it could be, since he does trust clark's judgment and clark trusts superboy and all, but. it's not his favorite thing.

honestly, i think main universe bruce would be so fucking awkward with robin kon, more than anything. he wouldn't know how to handle the horror of his existence + this version of kon who knows him so much better than he knows kon.

what i think is really fun, though, is robin kon's relationship with his own bruce.

tim dies. bruce spirals hard. he's in a dark pit. this is jason all over again - worse, in a way, because he never fully got over jason and now it's happening again and all the old wounds are reopening but now there's new ones on top. he is in a deep, dark pit.

and then superboy joins him there.

this is a young kon. he's still sixteen. he's never experienced loss before. his first brush with grief is his best friend being ripped away from him, and he's barely even a year old. it consumes him.

so he gravitates to the other person being wholly consumed by grief. and here's bruce, broken and grieving hard and furious with the world and himself, faced with another child who loved the child he just lost so much he can't let go. what can he do? can he bring himself to turn aside a boy who loved his boy? tim's best friend? can he really?

of course he can't.

they don't make each other better so much as they just... keep each other on a leash. bruce can't let himself go too far, get too reckless or suicidal or masochistic in punishing himself, because if he has a near-scare there's a boy waiting for him back home to cry and scream and rip into him that he can't do that, he can't, i've already lost tim you can't make me lose you too you can't do that to me you can't.

he trains kon to act as a robin. to wait, to listen, to learn. to hide his strength and his flight, to keep secrets bigger than himself. he trains kon and puts him behind robin's mask - another child in that costume, wearing new colors this time - and hopes he's not making a mistake.

but hey. at least this kid is more... crowbar/explosion/bullet-proof?

[conniebunny]

An Angel's Kiss pt.4

A/N: okay imma immediately say: I‘ll continue the timeline as it is rn and work my way up (mainly bc i live in germany and we only got 23 parts and the 24th part is coming out in idk how many months I am dying from spoilers 😭😭😭) also like idek why I am writing Nikolai to be a total asshole he‘s my fave character but at the same time I just….. is it wrong to want tobe mistreated by a white haired man who definetly does not have all his cups in the cupboard (someone help It‘s 3am and that cupboard cup thingy is a german thing that we germans say instead of having some loose screws I am so fucked out) 

TW: mention of near death experiences, blood, wounds, dirty talk, Nikolai is still just….. *sighs dramatically*, needles, slapping, for once (NAME) is being the weird one

What you did not expect this lovely morning as you woke up was….. Nikolai. In your bed….. well okay you sorta did expect it since he does not know personal space with you but the unexpecting part was that he was covered in blood, you were covered in blood and your sheets were covered in blood. You checked to see if that bastard actually dared to die in your arms but luckily he didn‘t.

While you coulhave done the world a favor and left him to die your dumbass‘ first thought was to drag him into the kitchen and pour cold water over him to wake him up and then get out the medkit. After all Fyodor‘s surgery book did help you sew some of the wounds shut. Well that was while Nikolai was still half asleep half dead but now he was neither half asleep nor half dead so he was just groaning like the fucking masochist he is.

And sitting there trying to treat someones wounds while they keep on saying:

“that‘s it darling….. just like that…. Fuck that burned….bet you like me like this don‘t ya, baby~ whimpering just for you~ ngh~“

Was not at all a pleasant way to pass your time so after the first 15 minutes you‘d had enough

“Can you stopdirty talking me while I treat you fucking wounds???“

„But baby, my pretty darling, don‘t you looooovvveeee meeee~“

….

when Sigma came in because he heard a scream….

…..

…he just immediately walked out again at the sight of you stabbing nikolai‘s main blood vain in the upper arm. Sadly he survived....

About 10pm you wanted to go to bed. A good plan indeed as Fyodor was finally out the house just as sigma and fukuchi so it was just you and Nikolai. Nikolai had gotten a set of rules from the others. Much against his will as they "chained him even more than he already was" and "he'll never be free" but at some point agreeing when fyodor told him he'll lock him up in an actual bird cage if he doesn't collaborate.

So you finally got your sleep. 4 lovely hours until you shrieked up from a nightmare. To terrified to go back to sleep in your own bed you took a light and walke dover to Nikolai's room. To your surprise he was already asleep wich you found weird as you didn't think he'd sleep before 3am but who cares anyway. You were gonna wake him up and make him help you somehow. I mean yeah he may not seem the smartest but he actually can have some brain. 

So here you were. Sitting on Nikolai's bed. Trying to get the snoring bastard to wake up as he kept on sleeping. You got tired again so in the end you decide ife he can you andomly cuddle up to you so can you.

...

You don't know when you woke up but Nikolai was in a shock state. Looking at you with eyes wide open and an awkard grin. His arms tightly around your waist. Seeing this terrifying sight infront of you your flight or fight instict kicked in and you slapped him.

"OW WHAT THE FUCK (NAME)"

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING STARING AT ME LIKE THAT"

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED"

"I COULDN'T SLEEP IN MINE I HAD A NIGHTMARE"

"SO YOU DECIDED TO GET IN MY BED WITHOUT WAKING ME, CUDDLE UP TO ME AND SLAP ME AS SOON AS YOU WAKE UP"

"I TRIED WAKING YOU UP BUT YOU SNORING BASTARD DIDN'T WAKE UP"

Then silence made it's way through the room until Nikolai speaks

"let's get mclfurries"

"For once youhad a good idea"

A/N: idk wtf happened at the end i'm honest. It's 3am again I can't sleep HELP THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS FOR 3 MONTHS OR SO

[hyunlixsbbygirl]

❥Drama Talk

Only Friends episode 9

✨I am not prepared✨

I like that Top isn’t bombarding Mew with details of the party and is just making sure that he’s okay for now.

Seeing both Sand and Ray look so… hurt and tired is heart wrenching. They both need the comfort of the other but I have a feeling that they won’t let the other in. I love that Ray is admitting that he’s finally understanding his feelings though - he doesn’t specifically say his feelings are for Sand but the way he looks at him just screams it.

This whole “if you want to hit me then do it” is not the vibe. Like I know Sand won’t hit him (push maybe) but we all know Sand is a lover first and a fighter second - only fighting when needed. Ugh, why can’t they just kiss and make up already?

😳Nevermind…

The desperation in this kiss though! They have been CRAVING that connection for awhile, like the way Sand didn’t even hesitate to kiss him back and how they both are just grabbing onto each other as though they are long lost lovers finally reunited - it’s just amazing.

WHY DO YOU ALL JUST GRAB THE DAMN PHONE AND START RECORDING WHENEVER YOU SEE SOMEONE KISSING?!?!?!?!?!

Like bro… I don’t care if you know the person. You just don’t record them for your personal vendetta! Jesus…

Okay, does Boston have like a massive dick or something? Like why are all these guys (who see the red flags clear as day) all end up trying to go back? Boston literally lays it on the damn table that he is not into relationships and only wants one night stands and yet for some reason these guys just decide to ignore the warning sirens going off and fall for him anyway! Like bro HAS to just be like well endowed.

Ooh! Roomie camping trip! Our boys honestly needed this - like they’ve both been through hell and deserve to just rest and relax for once without worrying about anything. Time to really think over their feelings and what they really want since no one seems to actually tell them to do so or even care about their needs. Granted, them being masochists honestly makes so much sense.

Ah. The first mention of this “daddy Dan” person this episode. I genuinely want to know what kind of person he’ll be - similar to Boston in that he just lures people to bed and ditches them or similar to Top in that he was once a play boy but fell for one of his prey?

Hmm… a new boy toy for Mew?

Oop enter Top stage left. Honestly, thank goodness. I feel like Mew would have left with that guy if Top hadn’t been there to step in.

And enter Ray stage left - like what happened to wanting Sand? You said you understood your feelings now and yet you went to Mew knowing that he’s not the person you really want. Like you are more confused than me in math class.

The way Ray looks at Mew is completely different than how he looks at Sand. With Mew it’s just comfortable, it’s like he’s not quite forcing himself to commit to this two year crush but he’s also not fully into it. With Sand, he looks like he just met the one person that could save him for good and is just really into being with Sand in every possible way. I will say that I’m surprised Mew let Ray kiss him without Top being there - like he just seemed so turned off by the idea of them kissing at the party.

I think the reason Ray got so mad about Mew not sleeping with him is because it’s forcing him to see that he’s just a rebound. Mew doesn’t actually love him the way he wants him to - Mew loves him as a friend but nothing more. Ray wanted to believe that this wasn’t the case but Mew is proving it by stopping him from progressing past a short make out session. It’s also forcing Mew to admit to himself that he still wants Top though, even though he wants to forget about Top.

I know it looks like Ray is going to Sand for sex but hear me out… I think Ray was testing Mew, he wanted to see if Mew really loved him or not and he got his answer so now he wants to test Sand and see if Sand truly likes him or not - it’s his way of sorting through his feelings; if Mew rejects him, he can finally move on and be with the person he really wants to be with. If Sand rejects him then he didn’t really like either of them. If Mew had slept with him, he would have stayed with Mew believing he really loves him just like if Sand accepts him, he’ll know that he really wants Sand. Just wait…

HOLD UP….

NICK….

Don’t tease me… didn’t I just say last week that I wanted to at least see Sand and Nick make out? ISTG

I LITERALLY DID! DONT EVEN TELL ME THIS IS HAPPENING!

Okay…

Now that I’ve stopped screaming. I will say that while that kiss was honestly really good, I’m glad they realized that they would never work as boyfriends. I mean Nick and Sand are cute but they just don’t work in that sense. I love that they’re laughing it off while cuddling too, it’s just so wholesome and sincere.

Ray actually drove to Sand…

Does Ray have like a threesome fetish or something 😂 my man has brought this up three times already like boy get out of here! I can’t with you. I will say that Ray cuddling up to Sand like a monkey is adorable though.

Top is incredible - going after Mew’s moms in order to win him back. Honestly, job well done my dude!

WAIT! Sand and Ray have been sleeping together this whole time?! Since when? Like since the first time we saw them or like did they stop and then start up again sometime around when Sand showed Ray that audio clip? Like I need this story!!!

Yes Sand baby! Put up those boundaries! I am so proud of you for speaking your heart and mind and letting Ray know that you aren’t going to be his side piece!

I understand where Ray is coming from though; he likes Sand and wants to be with him but Mew is special and has been for years - letting go of his feelings for him won’t be easy no matter how much Ray wants to let go. I was in that position before and up until about 3 years after he dumped me - I would have gladly ran back to him even though I had feelings for someone else at the time. It’s hard to let go of familiarity in order to have something that brings you true happiness.

YAS TOP! That is how you win someone back! Not with dirty tricks but with showing your true feelings and offering nothing but respect for them until they feel like they can forgive you!

Nick 🤝🏼 Rain “Daddy doesn’t mean father in this case” It means you’re hot and please fuck me

Oh so Boston was there hmm? I think he saw Nick and Dan kissing so he put on a show with another guy just in case Nick saw them. Boston wants Nick to be jealous, he doesn’t know why but he knows he does. My theory is that Boston really loves Nick but refuses to admit it because he’s scared of committing to someone who has the potential to hurt him.

Oh… Nick’s speech to Boston is heartbreaking but like it needed to happen. Nick needed that closure for himself to no longer hurt but you can tell it hurt Boston in a way that he wasn’t expecting. I mean he actually left his hit it and quit it situation to go after Nick. Something about those words got to him. Interesting.

This conversation between Sand and Ray though; you can tell that Ray is asking these questions to see how much Sand cares for him - the more he realizes that Sand really loves him, the more he’s letting go of his feelings for Mew and finally allowing himself to feel the love he has for Sand. Them confessing that they’ve never been like this for anyone though?!?! My heart is racing!

THIS BED SCENE!!

This isn’t just two people having sex - they were making love. They were putting their feelings for each other into that and really giving themselves to each other finally. Those cheek kisses afterwards too though! Like if they don’t become end game I will cry for the rest of my life.

See, Mew isn’t even mad that Ray picked Sand. He even admitted to using Ray to piss off Top. They both saw the signs and still tried to force themselves to be with each other because it made sense at the time. I am glad that they can walk away from this as friends and even joke about it. It shows that their bond as friends was truly strong.

Who is this now?!

Going to Top’s apartment too? Like sir, who is you and why are you hot?

THAT WAS BOEING?!?!?!?!? EXCUSE ME?!?!?!?

Bruh! What was that preview though?! I am not ready for this! Like I’m glad Boston is realizing how much of a shitty person he is but like why is dragging Nick into it?! Also are Top and Mew end game then? So Ray actually goes to rehab for Sand?! I AM SIMPLY NOT READY FOR NEXT WEEK

[eldritch-spouse]

Now I am only a slight masochist but I would personally and willingly let Vinnel tear me to pieces if it meant I could get a piece of those gorgeous thighs of his 😳 (I- I wanna touch them Pinnie)

[On the shorter side, but I think this is really cute. Time to make it awful. :7]

TW: Non-con, threats of violence, suffocation, smothering(?), you almost vomit, degradation, this is more horror porn than anything.

A pair of colorful digits snaps near your face.

" Uhuhuhu-! "

You blink out of your trance with a hard jump.

It's one of the smoother days inside The Clergy. Well, no, not really, the correct way to word it is that it's a smooth day in The Clergy, for you specifically.

See, as Vinnel's glorified porcelain doll of a human, you really, really love it when you're not the centerpiece of his horrid shows. Or don't participate in them at all. And ever since they got the mimic to work here, things have been slightly less stressful for you, because Vinnel is a lot more focused on commenting and perfecting his beloved "escape floor" games.

In short, this means that he'll spend a lot less time sticking pins in you and Jingles, in favor of painting or crafting little knick-knacks to then place within the escape floor where Sybastian, that gangly bundle of teeth and limbs, will hunt people down one by one. Or fuck them, honestly, it's the toss of a coin in this shithole. Even if you think Vinnel is a deplorable person, rotten to the core both physically and mentally, you have to agree on one thing. Well, two things-

First, he's a very creative soul. One kind of has to be, to keep torture entertaining and engage the audience for as long as he has. You're very surprised by his ability to customize masks and dolls. How he can make something as simple as a painting function in the same way a lock would, combining elegance, horror and usefulness in admirable ways. The jester likes showing his work off to you, and as much as you want to hate him, it does help keep you minimally sane in the performer's clutches. Sometimes, he even lets you work with him on some pieces!

Second, he's got the most delicious hips you've ever seen on anyone. And you just got caught staring at them red-handed...

See, you're in a small room above the escape floor with him. This place has several screens all showing several angels of the floor beneath you. It is through this space that Vinnel can see everything happening while the game unfolds, and he commentates over it with a microphone. This is broadcasted for the viewing pleasure of both a live and digital audience. Usually, you just try to nap or spin yourself around on the cushioned chair while the jester does his loud quips and taunts. Sometimes you play games with Jingles. Today was no different, you were simply picking at the threads of your frilled pastel dress while he rambled and encouraged people to make bets on who would die first.

The thing with Vinnel is that he gets really into these games. It's sort of like watching a middle-aged man screaming obscenities at football players on the TV. The more animated he gets, the more the jester will gesticulate and twist, naturally. It just so happened that, up until recently, he was glued to the main screen where the last man was standing, lost and scared. This pose had him bent over the desk, mask down, ass up, one knee leaning on the wooden surface while a fast tail swayed enthusiastically.

It... Well, it sure was a view. He's always had very full hips, for most men. Then again, you don't know what slime men are "supposed" to look like, and he's definitely ill, so... But that didn't matter, you were stuck ogling the jester's legs for too long. And he caught you.

Vinnel cackles louder and you can feel yourself flushing velvet even under all the layers of makeup he caked on your face.

" Well, someone seems to be enjoying a show of their own, eh? "

The performer jabs, a smarmy grin on their porcelain face as he twists to face you, now firmly seated on the desk. You quietly note that he turned the microphone off.

" I- N-No, I just zoned out. " You sputter. Yeah, zoned out looking specifically at his hips and ass. Mhm.

" Bwaha-! " He swings his legs, seemingly very amused. When he sits, the form of his body naturally adapts, only serving to make his hips look wider than they already are. You gulp. " Poppet, I'd say you have a career in comedy! "

A forward lean.

" Because you're certainly a joke. "

Ouch. Okay.

But you've been around Vinnel long enough to know what this is. He just wants to make you cry, he'll say what he thinks will get the waterworks on, not exactly what he feels. You still flinch. Because regardless of whether or not he means it... He's right. You are a joke. A huge joke. Getting kidnapped, thrown into the claws of a fucking clown inside a place where there's no hope for humans. You're a fucking joke because you accept this, because you sit still and let him dress you up like a toy, because you'll let him cut you, let him bruise you- And still smile when you're called pretty, when he makes you paint with him, when you're shown a shred of compassion that you know Vinnel will rip away sooner or later.

Because only jokes allow that. Only jokes like you.

Face heating further, mascara drips down your powdered cheeks as you try, so very hard, not to start sobbing. Vinnel is humming lowly, decidedly pleased with himself while he savors the reaction he wanted to get in the first place. You hear him mutter a curse under his breath and it makes you boil in anger, because he's getting off on how fragile you are. Again.

You can't stand it.

" Y- Ugh, you're such a dick! "

It sounds more like a sad whimper than the indignant shout it was meant to be. As if you're some kicked dog keening on the sidewalk rather than the intimidating being you know you need to be to free yourself from this sadist's clutches. But it's pointless anyway, isn't it? You've been declawed and defanged since the moment you were tossed in here, Vinnel is just treating you like the prey you've been labeled as.

Another manic, no, hysterical bout of laughter. " ... Dick, huh? " He wheezes, the smug, gurgling nasal undertone making you want to crawl walls.

You don't notice the tail that's been slowly edging your chair closer to the desk until the jester spreads his legs and captures your upper body with them, ankles crossing behind your back to keep you bent and caged against him.

" Uhuhu- The same dick you've been drooling for all this time, daisy bell? " The entertainer nudges a finger against your wet cheek, you know he'd be licking your tears if they weren't tainted by makeup. You must look like a complete mess right now.

Fuck, he knows exactly what he's doing. You're immobilized between those plush, oddly strong thighs of his, face far too close to that heart-shaped crotch to be comfortable. One would figure that, since he floats so much, his legs would be weak, if not atrophied in some way. And yet, here you are, struggling in vain against the surprisingly solid mass. It's strange, you don't feel the cording of muscle on those legs like you would with a human. Regardless of the oddities in Vinnel's form, you're still blushing madly.

" Shut the fuh- "

Whatever you're about to retort is rapidly snuffed by the jester jostling his grip on you, legs rising to wrap over the back of your head and swiftly force you against his groin.

For a moment, you're simply too stunned to move, merely processing. You can feel the physical tremors of Vinnel's giggling as strong legs pull you further onto his covered privates. You... You can't breathe! Oh God. Brain finally coming to terms with the situation, it commands your limbs to start moving, feet kicking to shift the chair while your arms slap and claw uselessly. Nothing you can do will put a dent in that suit, and trying to pry his legs apart is only making the clown guffaw heartlessly.

Oh fuck, is this how you die? What if he's had enough? What if you're not fun anymore? You thought he'd want a messier way to end you, but then again, suffocating someone to death against his crotch sounds humiliating enough to be right up his alley... The monster's hips jut, he hums something you can't make out while harshly grinding his suited genitals against your poor face. You're crying harder, now from oxygen-deprived panic.

There's something writhing against your features. You've been in Vinnel's bloody clutches long enough to know exactly what it is. That weird writhing mass of tendrils that comprises his cock, it's poking and prodding at your face, trying to latch onto anything beyond the fibers of his finely tailored prison. You can feel that mass attempt to delve into your mouth the moment it opens in a desperate effort to draw breath that isn't there.

Batting and slapping harder at the jester's body does nothing. Not even your pitiful, surrendering palm slams on the desk's surface elicit some sort of mercy. Not that Vinnel is known for his ability to spare others. He only grinds and ruts harder against your breathless, sobbing self. The only end to it seems to come when you no longer have the ability to do anything other than tap lightly, body spasming in small ripples of protest.

" There there, you and your dramatic flair... " The jester murmurs mockingly, a hand patting your tangled hair.

Right as it feels like you're going to pass out, you're suddenly freed, pained by the jarring brightness as the world ceases to be a dark pit. The wild lungfuls you take are disgusting and harsh, making it feel as if your stomach is going to jump out your throat. The room spins and swirls for a couple of agonizing moments while you pant, drool and cry.

You have no composure to comment or fight back with. Nor do you dare to.

" Y'know, I think you forget where you are sometimes, poppy! " His tone is chipper and almost innocuous, in spite of the violently writhing tendrils beneath his now painted suit.

You really do forget. Holy shit.

" How silly of you! Tsk tsk- " The performer pulls at a very subtle seam lining the heart shape of his intricate suit, opening it slowly. Sloppy, viscous, pitch black tendrils immediately emerge, clashing against each other and Vinnel's thighs, spreading ink-like splotches wherever there's contact. He's very careful about when and where he opens his suit, you're surprised he's going this far.

" Why, guess I'll just have to drill it into your head. "

You jump. Not too far, Vinnel still has a more or less firm grip on your recovering form. But you know better than to take most of his threats as just bark- He does bite. Hard. And it's so much worse than his bark, you have no doubt Vinnel will literally drill something into your skull if he feels he needs to. Fearful, silent eyes gaze imploringly up at the monster.

" Not literally, oh ho, I don't want another Jingles... " He's visibly very thrilled by the terror nonetheless.

Lord, that poor bobble.

A hand fists locks of your hair, keeping a taut grip of your head and forcing it back to look directly at the beaming jester. " Play nice now, poppet! " He gurgles, a deformed purr resounding as your face is brought closer to that squirming mass.

You're ashamed of the way you freeze in awe when those numerous tendrils suddenly converge into a different shape before your very own eyes. The mass that comprises his genitals forms itself into something traditionally more phallic, though you can definitely still see the curls of where several tendrils twine with each other, forming a strangely prehensile shaft. The moment is ruined as soon as it slaps against your cheek, a strained scowl on your face. Gross.

Said reaction only serves to make him laugh however. " Open wide- "

You resist the urge to growl something at the monster, knowing he'll simply punish you harder. Indeed, with Vinnel, you're better off just letting it happen and sparing yourself more pain than necessary. Doing as told, you're instantly jolted by the sensation of him on your tongue. The jester just... Tastes awful. You don't have the words for it, he feels acidic and bitter all at once, other times he's far too sweet in a spoiled way that makes your taste-buds shrivel up.

He's dipping past your mouth and into the depths of your throat far too fast, causing your poor body to heave reflexively, from both the length of his cock and the palate of his "skin". Instead of letting you pull back to cough or try again, Vinnel only drags you against him further, thighs coming back up to force you into welcoming the root of his wet shaft. Your cheeks, chin and nose are caked in blackness, it clings to you like a sickness. his sickness, wanting to take you over piece by piece. At least, you think to yourself, he doesn't stink.

Regardless, there's very little you can do aside from crying harder, trying to save your breath while Vinnel fucks your face, legs caging you firmly. You whine and gag harshly, muffled sobs making the jester throb in your throat, his lurid moans of sadistic glee ringing out. It hurts, it hurts and your vision is blurring and he's still rutting into your fucking face. Oh God... You can't even think.

Then, then he does the thing that's always scared you the most. The jester pushes your head into the sea of blackness that makes up his ill slime. It gets everywhere. Into your eyelids, crawling up your nostrils, hugging your face, pulling it in further, further, deeper-

It's the most invasive, claustrophobic thing you have ever felt in your entire life. The moment your ears are encased and you can sense thin tendrils prodding at your ear canal, something primal snaps within you.

Every last shred of oxygen you still have lingering in your lungs is expelled as you start screaming around his cock in earnest, a muffled, garbled shriek of unadulterated animal terror while you try to yank your face away from the abyss, from the mass trying to crawl inside your body, absorb you.

God, you're gonna get sick, you're gonna die. You can't take this anymore. Body violently jerking as it juggles the urge to hurl and gasp all at once, arms flailing. You're only briefly aware of the jester's hasty pistoning, of how the hand at your scalp is tightening its grip in his frenzy of lust.

You don't spend more than a minute in that state of deep panic, but it felt as if you were submerged for hours. Because when the monster finally, finally pulls back, you don't even know what to do with yourself, shaking and sobbing ugly, coughing, trying to wipe his disgusting likeness off your skin as you hiccup and whimper, swaying. Your throat is so raw.

Flooded ears only pick up on a muted growling moan before something else hits your face. Ropes of his vile, runny cum, adding to the already horrific mess on your visage. You're still crying like a baby, too scared to do anything.

" Awwwwie, poor little thing... " He coos, still stroking himself through his orgasm. " See poppet, sometimes dear old Vinnel has to put little dolls like you in their place, and we don't like that, do we? "

Trying to clear your throat to speak is pointless, his blackness is rigidly clogging it. You merely shake your head, still attempting to clean yourself in shame. Trembling hands grip the skirt of your pastel dress, intending to use it as a makeshift towel, before you're interrupted. " No no! Bad girl, come here! "

And you do, fuck do you- Like Hell you want a repeat of what just happened. Vinnel reaches into his wide sleeves and picks out two cloths, one to wipe himself before closing his suit again, and another for you. In great contrast to his previous cruel treatment, the jester gently dries your red, disheveled face, grinning down at you with endless giddiness. The tears haven't stopped.

They don't stop either when the monster scoops you up into his lap, rocking you softly, humming a lullaby as covered claws twirl locks of hair.

The worst part is that you lean into him, desperate for the comfort that no one but your captor will offer.

The tears never stop.

And they never will.

[hikeyzz]

16!! (from the ask game)

If you could have sex without any consequences or restrictions at all (eg. no matter how risky it is you can’t die or be hurt - more than you want to be, that is, wink wonk - and you could fit comically huge things inside you without issue), what would you do?

👀 on god this ... of all the questions.....

okay this is fantasy ONLY and tw for guns, knives, blood, rape, and kinda snuff ig

I would get fucked with a loaded gun with their finger on the trigger the whole time. Sobbing and shaking and terrified for my life. And finally being relieved when they fuck me with their cock instead. Only for them to pull out a dagger and make me lick the blade, dragging it down my body, pressing it against my stomach and telling me to beg for my life. Wiping away my tears with the blade and telling me I begged so pretty for them. Only for them to pull their cock out of me and replace it with the dagger, fucking me on it as I scream and bleed out. When I've gone into shock and they're satisfied by the empty look in my eyes they fuck me again with their cock, sticking the gun in my mouth and fucking it, occasionally shooting into my head and watching me pass out and come back. Blood and cum splattering all over as they drain their balls inside me. My body healing slowly, the blood covering us both, the blood soaked dagger and gun are the only proof of the assault. I'd break into sobs, coming back and realizing everything they'd done as they turn into the most soft caring reassuring twisted fck ever. Holding me close and letting me get all the tears out, telling me I did so well and that must have been soooo scary. Their hands still covered in my blood, wiping away my tears and rubbing it on my cheeks. Rocking me and telling me I'm safe, they've got me, it's all okay now. Coming down and they ask me how that felt and I shudder as I tell them what the pain felt like, feeling them get hard again underneath my ass but they just listen to me and run their hands through my hair. Asking if I liked it, if it made me excited to be slashed to bits and brutalized for them. I blush and they kiss me sweet and soft and ask if I'm getting turned on thinking about it. They feel my wetness leaking out of me and turn to making me cum over and over again, tormenting me about what a little masochist I am and how I'd do anything to make them happy, even be impaled, shot, and bleed out...

so. um. yeahh. that. 😵‍💫

[prodigal-howlter]

Hell of a Mark

Ship: Broyo Rating: E Contains: Jealousy, Possessive behaviour, smut, choking, biting, bloodplay, rough sex, degradation, dom/sub, daddy kink, older man/younger man, frottage, use of the word "slut" as a title (one time) (in play, both parties are into it), Gil gets dark (but Mal thinks it's hot), Masochist Malcolm Bright, Sadist Gil Arroyo, Light Painplay, use of a vibrator, consent, aftercare, and cuddling. Initial prompt: The Job Words: 5486 Summary: One of Malcolm’s old friends from boarding school arrives at the office. Gil gets a little bit jealous.

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So… here we are! My first smut for Prodigal Son. This one was an accident that was encouraged by the Prodigal Son Trash Discord group.

I was watching the episode with Vijay and got an idea for Gil to be jealous and suddenly I had written 300 words in 15 minutes, and then the rest just kind of happened.

A HUGE special shout out to my friends Ratt and Vee for beating and the squad in the groupchat for being so supportive of me writing this and for screaming about these two horny potato men at 3 am.

On to this fic!

Gil watches Malcolm's "friend" through the office window. He's still here long after the profiler had disappeared into his husband's office. The locked door stands between them, blocking him from the past waiting on the other side. He's waiting for Malcolm to return, but Gil knows he won't. He huffs as he closes the blinds, shielding them from view. 

Malcolm chuckles from his spot on top of the desk, rolling his shirtsleeves up to his elbows, "Stop staring at him like you want to mount his head over your fireplace."

"Why? I do." Gil glares, striding across the small space to his chair, "What makes this guy special enough to call you baby boy?"

"Because I was friends with him in boarding school. Why are you being so fussy about him?" Malcolm asks, turning on the desk to face where the older man sits. "I mean, he's just a friend..."

"Kid, be real. How many Vijays do you know?"

"Just this one. Why?"

"Because that means that this is the same Vijay that you dated for seven months, experimented with, and, if I remember correctly, 'fucked you so hard you couldn't remember your name?' Is that the same Vijay that walked into my precinct, winked at my husband and called him baby boy? This is the same Vijay as your little school buddy?" His jaw sets halfway through the rant, and Malcolm feels heat pooling in his stomach.

"Fuck..." He whispers, looking at the ground. "Um, yeah... that's him."

Gil raises an eyebrow challengingly and his hands rest on Malcolm's hips, "Last time I checked, I'm the only one allowed to call you baby boy now. Not this overdressed insurance bastard." Malcolm's lashes flutter as his breath quickens, "Sorry, I shouldn't be so primitive." 

Malcolm finally looks him in the eye, and blushes, "Or maybe you could..."

Gil's gaze darkens, and a smile creeps across his expression, "Oh, do you like this Malcolm Bright? No, wait, it's Bright-Arroyo now. Because I had to put my name on what's mine." Bright shivers and nods, "You like when Daddy gets possessive, don't you?" He tightens his grip. "Want me to make sure your little boarding school fling knows that you're mine and that no one else can give it to you how I can?"

Malcolm whimpers and nods, hand trembling. His breathing stutters and Gil pushes his jealousy aside for a moment, concern painting his features. 

"Hey, hey..." Gil murmurs, "It's okay if you are into this. I promise, Mal. And if you are, you're in luck because I'm sitting here thinking up a hundred different ways to make sure that Corner Bench friend of yours knows you're mine."

"Corner Table..." Malcolm murmurs in an attempt to hide his chagrin.

"Irrelevant." Gil growls, "Now, how about you sit on Daddy's lap and I will mark that neck of yours nice and pretty?" The younger man nods, sitting on his lap in the chair, thighs bracketing Gil's left leg.

Malcolm connects their lips sloppily as Gil's hands guide his form to grind down against his slacks.

"And then," Gil continues, nipping at his stubbled jaw, "I’m going to drive you home and take you apart on that bed of yours. I intend to make you scream for me and fuck you hard enough that I can make you forget everything but my name. I’ll make you beg for me until your throat is hoarse, maybe then, I will let you cum. How does that sound, baby boy?"

Malcolm shivers at the title and whimpers, his left hand tangling in Gil's hair. "Please..."

"Already rehearsing for me?" Gil chuckles darkly, "Such a good boy for me, aren't you?" A broken sound slips past Malcolm's lips, and the older man chases it with his tongue. He nips at his lip, pulling it away and letting it fall back into place. "You have to stay nice and quiet for me, okay?"

Malcolm cuts a whimper short, chewing his lip. Gil ducks his head, pressing kisses along his jaw and down the column of his neck. "D-Daddy..." He whines, the sound barely reaching Gil's ear. 

"Good, keep quiet, baby," He says against the skin. As punctuation, Gil delivers a claiming lick to the skin. The younger shivers and presses his hips down into the jut of his pelvis. "You're doing so good for me. Let me finish up here and then we can head home so I can take you apart for real." Malcolm nods, grinding against him while Gil's teeth scrape against the skin connecting his throat to his shoulder. He nips at one point, causing the younger to gasp. "We're taking too long." He whispers, "We need to hurry this up." 

Malcolm nods and speeds up his thrusting. 

Gil bites at the skin, and purrs when he feels the liquid dripping across his lip, "Ooh... Shit. Got some blood outta that one..." The profiler mewls softly as Gil licks at the skin, soothing the angry ring of teeth marks. The metallic taste explodes in his mouth and he growls possessively. 

"D-Don't let it get on my shirt please..." 

"It won't, it's not getting past me. But now, you have a pretty ring of my teeth on your shoulder." Gil growls as Malcolm shivers, begging silently for him to continue. His hips stutter, and he whimpers, "Please?" 

"Please, what?"

"Mark me, Daddy." Malcolm whispers, "Bullpen be damned." With the reminder of their current location, Gil reaches down and grinds the heel of his hand into Malcolm’s clothed cock. "Fuck, please..." He gasps, pushing to reconnect their lips.

Gil kisses back aggressively and gropes Malcolm's length through the black fabric. It's not enough. "Such a good boy, but we have to get out of here if you want me to really own you. So I need you to soften up, or mess up those expensive slacks you insist on wearing." 

The word choice shoots a pang of desire to Malcolm's core as he nods. Nothing in the world sounds more enticing than being pinned under his husband in the loft. His hips jerk down and a punched-out noise rips from his throat. 

"That's it. Take what you need from me, baby boy." He purrs, kissing his jaw. Gil runs his fingers over the skin and revels in the broken gasp he receives in reply. "You're doing so good, are you close?" 

Malcolm nods mutely, accelerating his movements. "Fuck, Gil..."

"Look at you, Malcolm. Desperate just from me biting your neck?" Malcolm gasps and whines a curse, "Fuck, baby, can you cum for me? Cum for daddy, baby."

Malcolm shudders, pressing against his hand, "Fuck, Gil, can you talk to me?"

"Talk to you? What do you me– Oh... You want me to tell you everything I'm going to do to you later, don't you?" Gil's hand gropes rougher and teases the wet spot in Malcolm’s slacks. He's met with a gasp, and a smile tugs at his lip as he presses a kiss to Malcolm's face. 

The younger man shakes his head against Gil's shoulder, rolling his hips rhythmically. "N-no..."

"No? How about I tell you about how you belong to me?" In lieu of a reply, Malcolm whines. "Ah, so that's what you want. Do you want to be reminded that every last piece of you is mine? I can do that." He murmurs promises into his brown hair, and the words go straight to his core. "However, I have to save some for you later tonight. So instead, I will leave you with this: You're mine, Malcolm Bright. Every last cell in your body is mine. Your noises, your breaths, all of it. And this..." Gil's grip tightens around the bulge, "Is mine. This is my pathetic little cock, and I can make it cum when I please. Isn't that right, baby boy?"

"Da-ddy... 'm close..." 

"I know you are, baby, cum for me. Let go." With that final demand, Malcolm's form crumbles against his chest. He whispers a curse, and the damp spot in his boxers grows. "That's it... Good boy. So good for me, Malcolm, so good for daddy." He connects their lips and holds him tightly, the afterglow slowly fading. 

---

A few minutes later, he nuzzles against Malcolm's jaw, "Alright, sweetheart?" 

"Mhmn... Can we go home now?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Gil purrs, helping Malcolm stand, "I'm going to let JT and Dani know you're okay. They were worried you were having a flashback episode when you ran off to hide in here."

"How long have we been gone?"

"Only an hour or so, but I told them you needed a bit of time to get your bearings and to send your little friend home."

"Hey, Gil? Thank you." He murmurs, hugging his husband tightly. 

"Of course, baby boy. Let's head home, I still need to remind you who you belong to."

---

The warm air fills the space in the Le Mans and offers a welcome purr. It's thick, ablaze with lust, and Malcolm can't stop squirming. 

Gil's hands are white-knuckle on the wheel, and he doesn't dare to look anywhere but forward. "Stop squirming, baby." He growls, voice low, "Or I will give you something to squirm about." Malcolm shivers, and a broken mewl cuts through the air. "But knowing you, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

The hornier Malcolm gets, the more he rambles, less and less of it making sense, "Mhmn, daddy." He whimpers, cock beginning to fill out again. He desperately clenches his fists in his slacks to resist the urge to touch himself.

Gil chuckles, hearing in real-time as the man's brain goes offline, "God, you're already horny again? I knew you were desperate for me, but not like this..." His voice breaks into a purr, hands wringing at 10 and 2. 

Malcolm raises an eyebrow, "If I didn't know better... I'd think you're just as desperate. I mean, all your tells are there… Besides, I know you’re desperate since you didn’t get to orgasm at the precinct.” 

"Don't profile me, not right now..." He groans, resisting the urge to palm himself.

"Here, daddy, why don't I help you with that..." Malcolm murmurs.

"What're you talking abou– Oh fuck!" Gil yelps as Malcolm's hand slips around his length, friction blocked by the layers of fabric. "Malcolm! Fuck!" His voice cracks as his footfalls heavily on the gas. Luckily, for once, New York has decided to keep the road in front of him clear as he corrects his speed and levels his breathing. "Jesus, kid, that's how you get us killed!" Malcolm smirks and goes to remove his hand, but Gil's right hand wraps around his wrist. "Did I tell you to stop?"

"No, but you said it'd cause an accident." Malcolm mocks, his face feigning innocence, "And I'd hate to make you get in trouble with the law..."

Gil scoffs, "You're just asking for me to fuck you into the mattress aren't you?" 

"Begging for it, daddy," he purrs as they roll to a stop at a red light. His hand returns to its place against Gil's crotch, palming the hardon waiting for him beneath the fabric. 

Gil moans and swallows. He climbs out of the car and opens the door for the younger man, "Coming?"

"Hopefully."

"Good God, kid, I need you to get a grip or we aren't going to make it inside." Malcolm laughs, digging his keys from his jacket to unlock the door. 

Malcolm's lips quirk up into a smirk, as he jingles them, "Or, you take me right here, and then I call Vijay to clean me up. Though to be honest, he’d probably like to add to the mess."

He knows it's a risk, but if he's been reading the afternoon correctly...

As if on cue, Gil's gaze darkens. He's looking at Bright like he wants to ravish him. He pierces the younger man with brown eyes, fire fueling the burn in Malcolm's stomach. Gil's hands grab his jaw, and he glowers, "You want to say that again, baby?" Malcolm shakes his head, eyes wide, "That's what I fucking thought." His voice lowers to a growl as the younger man falls back against the side of the Le Mans. "Now, I want you upstairs in the next five minutes, or I will edge you until you fucking cry. Frankly, I should regardless, you've been a brat all day." 

Malcolm whimpers, and Gil laughs darkly, "Good boy. Now, get upstairs." 

Without waiting, he rushes into the building, leaving the other man behind. The graffitied door slams and he chases up the stairs behind him, meeting him at the door as he unlocks it. Before he can unlock the door, he presses Malcolm into the wall in a deep, claiming kiss. "G-Gil..." He whimpers, wrapping his legs around the older man's hips. Gil circles his arms around Malcolm, carrying him to the door to unlock it.

He opens the door as Sunshine chirps a hello. "Hi, sweetheart," Gil greets kindly, "We'll be with you in just a moment. I need to take care of your daddy first."

Malcolm dopily smiles, licking off of Gil's neck. He mumbles, "I thought you were daddy. Or at least, that's what I've been shouting..."

"God, you are such a brat." He replies, pushing him back on the bed, and kissing him sloppily. Gil nips, ripping a whimper from Malcolm's chest, "What do you want me to do?"

"Fuck me, daddy. Remind me who owns me." Malcolm mewls, arching his back dramatically, performatively. "I wanna feel you for days."

With a whispered curse, Gil removes his sweater and t-shirt, unclasping his belt and pulling it from his slacks. Malcolm reaches up to remove his suit coat, but Gil stops him. "Let me." He nods, dropping his hands to the grey sheets as Gil removes the jacket and unknots his tie. "Hey, baby? Are you married to this tie?"

"Nuh-uh."

"Good. Hands above your head. I wanna tie you up." The younger man nods and reaches up, hands side by side. Gil knots the silky tie around his hands, restricting his movements. Malcolm wiggles, testing the knot and whines when he realizes. "Is this okay?"

"It's perfect."Malcolm’s mind flicks to his time chained up, but the forgiving softness of the tie assures him that this is Gil and not Watkins, "Can we please... I need you to... fuck..."

"I know. Is your stomach burning yet? I know how horny you can get, and I think I want you to be that desperate before I fuck you. I want you to be begging for it, whining and screaming for me. Then.. Then we’ll see about getting you to forget all that noise in your head. Deal?" 

Malcolm nods, licking into Gil's mouth desperately, "Please..."

"What's funnier, Malcolm, is that you're already halfway there." Gil nips at his neck, licking over the ring of teeth from earlier. The younger whines, voice cracking as he cants his hips upward. "See? You already are responding to my voice like a good little slut." 

It's not often that he uses the title, but the moment it slips past his lips, Malcolm releases a punched-out noise. Gil tilts his head, pressing their clothed lower halves together. 

"Decisions, decisions... Do I dare try and wring one orgasm out of you first, or should I put you right on the edge? Maybe I could make you cum, and then after you're all sensitive, I can use that to my advantage and make you desperate. What do you think, baby boy?" 

Malcolm whimpers, desperately writhing against the sheets, "Please... Any of it, whatever you're willing to give me! Fuck, please! Make me yours, mark me, take me! Fuck, Gil!"

"You're right. You are mine, so why shouldn't I pick what I want to do with you?" Gil leans down, licking possessively over the younger man's throat, trailing down his sternum. "That's it, whimper for me..." His goatee scratches gently against the skin on Malcolm's pec, wracking shivers through his body.

"Please..." Malcolm whispers, hands wriggling in their confinement. 

As if waiting for an invitation, Gil's teeth sink into the skin over Malcolm's left nipple, hand splaying over the skin under his right ribs. He ghosts his nails over the taut skin, feeling it rise and fall with Malcolm's breaths. Gil suckles, flicking his tongue over the nub, wringing out moan after moan from his husband. "You're doing so good."

Malcolm whimpers, pressing his hips up against the crotch of his slacks. The zipper grinds against the fabric of his boxers creating an uncomfortable sensation, but the wet spot growing by his hip makes the entire situation torturous. Gil's torso stops him from moving, and he groans in frustration. ‘Gil must be misinterpreting’, Malcolm thinks, as he feels him shift to the other nipple, giving it the same bruising treatment. 

Gil pulls off for a brief moment, breaths hot against his saliva-soaked skin. His voice travelling just above a growl, "You have two options here, Bright. I want you to either profile the situation and figure out what I'm planning on doing to you, or I want you to talk."

Malcolm's breathing stutters and Gil fights to grin when he feels it, "T-talk to you? Fuck, what do you want me to say?"

He replies with a head tilt and an eyebrow raise; lips kissing and licking down the profiler's stomach.

"Um... fuck... I don't know what you want me to sa-aaay..." He whines, words cracking with desperation, as Gil sucks mark after mark into the expanse of his stomach. "The profile today was a tricky o-one to come... I mean... take apart. Fuck!! Ow!"

He bites down again, leaving another ring of teeth against the skin over his hip.

"Not about work." Gil amends, running his thumb over the spot he'd bit, "I want you to talk while I suck on your pretty cock, baby." He reaches down, unbuttoning Malcolm's slacks, pulling them down his legs and off with his shoes, socks, and belt, "That way I can hear in real-time when exactly you fall apart and get desperate for me." When he finally gets Malcolm's dick free, he licks and sucks the tip into his mouth.

Malcolm moans watching Gil swallow down along his length, stuttering out, "O-okay... Fuck... um... Daddy! Fuck!" He gasps, jerking his hips to no avail, feeling Gil's grasp on his hip, digging on the right side of pleasure-pain. "I... Um... Sunshine did something f-fuck-funny today? S-she... Daddy! She... um... She she she..."

Gil pops off, staring up at him from his place on the floor, crouching between his thighs, "She what? If you're not going to profile the situation, at least continue your story. My love, I'm on the edge of my seat. Tell me exactly what she did."

"She... She was pl-fuck... playing on the counter and... and um... di-discovered the little bell ball you got her a... ah... fuck please... ah... a few weeks ago rolls. And she..." Malcolm mewls, head falling back as Gil's lips reach the base of his dick. 

Gil pulls off, dragging his teeth lightly over the length before speaking, "Aww, are you saying she tipped it over? Was she playing on the edge?" His voice has gotten rougher due to the stress on his throat, "Come on, baby, tell me how it ends!"

At that moment, it clicks for Malcolm what's happening. "Y-you're going to edge me?!" He yelps, head falling back against the sheets, eyes falling close as he draws in gulps of air. 

Gil laughs, "Ah, he finally gets it. I knew that being desperate made your reflexes slow down, but not this much. I was even making it easy on you! Tell me when you're close." Malcolm nods, hips jerking against the sensations of his husband's tongue tracing against the base of his cock down past his perineum to... "You have got to be fucking kidding me, kid." Gil sighs, touching his fingers to the end of the plug. "You want to explain what this is to me?"

"It was meant to be a surprise."

"For me or your corner desk boy?" He chuckles at the broken whine ripped from Malcolm's chest when he turns it, feeling the lube added fairly recently aiding in its movement.

"C-corner table!" He sobs, "Fuck please keep doing that I'm so fucking close..." As he says it, Gil pulls away, ceasing all contact. 

"Well, lose it. You know what happens when you cum without permission. If you cum now, that's all you're getting tonight. I will still be reminding you who you belong to and you won't get to cum again. I will make you desperate for it, but you won't get it. Because, baby, you're mine." 

Malcolm whimpers, "Please..." His length twitches desperately, as he claws his way back from the edge. His stomach burns, and his chest rises and falls with rough breaths. "I wanna be good for you, daddy, please let me. I'll be so good for you." He's rambling, he's sure of it, but if the look on Gil's face proves anything, it's working wonders. "I just wanna please you. This is for you, all of me. I just--" Malcolm’s cock drools a steady stream of precum on his stomach, and Gil wishes he could lick it up. 

"Shhhh... Calm down, baby. I need you to calm down or you’re going to accidentally cum." Gil purrs, kissing him softly. "You're doing good, but I wanna switch gears."

"Wha--?"

"I still want to edge you another time or two, but I think I want to go about it differently. How would you feel about us trying out that pretty new bullet toy you bought the other day? The ring one."

"Yes, please!" Malcolm nods, eyes refusing to open, "It's in the steamer trunk in a black bag. I haven't opened it yet. I didn't wanna use it without you." 

"Hmmm... Good boy." He leans down, pressing a kiss to Malcolm's ribs before stepping to the end of the bed and retrieving the bag and box. He rips into it, pulling the pastel blue silicone vibrator from the container and slides his fingers into the ring at the base, putting the notches in between his fingers. "Here we are." He turns it on and the noise fills the space between them. "Feeling far enough from the edge?"

"Mhmn." 

"Good." He passes the toy over Malcolm's nipples, reveling in the arch of his back against it. "You like that?" Not lingering too long in one spot, he trails the toy downwards, over his length slowly. "How about this?" The toy shoots vibrations through the tip of his cock, and Malcolm screams. "Aw, you sound so pretty, baby."

Malcolm murmurs, head rising to watch Gil's movements, "I--I'm close again, Gil..."

"You're what?" 

"Close!" He shouts, body thrashing under the toy's pressure. 

"Already? That's a shame, I'm having so much fun with this toy of yours..." He presses it down again, watching the tears fall from the younger's blue eyes. "You're doing so good... Hold it for me. Hold on." 

"I-- I can't..." Malcolm whines, pushing his hips downward, "Please I can't, daddy, turn it off!"

"Color?"  Gil asks, removing the toy from his hand and waiting for a reply.

"Green," Malcolm replies, begrudgingly. "I'm green."

"Are you just saying that?"

"No, ‘m green. This... fuck... this is the hottest scene we've done..." 

"Is that so?" Gil growls, giving himself a sympathetic squeeze through his slacks. He's going to have to fuck him soon, or else he's going to explode. 

"I need you inside of me, daddy." Bright whimpers, finally catching the older man's eye.

"Yeah... yeah, fuck. I need that too, baby." Gil's voice comes out ragged as he unbuttons his slacks, pulling them off finally. He stands at the side of the bed in his black boxers, and he swears he can see the way Malcolm's mouth waters at the outline of his cock. He palms himself over the fabric, giving the younger man a show. His hands fall on both sides of Bright's head, as he connects their lips filthily, "God, Malcolm, I wanted to take you in the office earlier. I wanted everyone there to know you're mine. To know I own you. Sure, they all do from your ring, but no... I want them to know I own you like this. I wanted to make sure your little friend knew you were mine. That no one else can give it to you like I can."

"Yours." Malcolm echoes, nuzzling Gil's chin, "I need you, Gil.."

Gil nods, reaching into the side table blindly, hand wrapping around the bottle of lube. With it in his right hand, his left drifts down to pull the toy from Malcolm's ass. When his fingers tap the end of the toy, a jolt passes through the man's spine. It turns to a shiver when he turns it, pulling it out slowly leaving him clenching around nothing. 

"Please..." He whimpers, "Please, please, please..."

"That's it, beg for me." Gil murmurs, "Good boy." He coats his fingers in lube, dropping it as he whispers praise into the air. He slips them into the younger's waiting hole, drinking in the gasps and mewls they're met with. He curls and scissors them, bumping along his husband's walls, searching for--

Bright cries out, cock twitching, "Oh fuck!" 

"There it is." He murmurs, pressing the fingers insistently against his prostate. "Come on, give me a pretty noise and I'll add a third."

In reply, Malcolm moans, back arching desperately. Gil rewards him with a third finger as he kisses him gently. He scissors them, making space for himself. "I'm good... please let it burn a little..." the profiler murmurs, not breaking eye contact as he sucks a lip into his mouth. 

With that, Gil pulls his fingers out and chuckles when he whines, "I have to take them out if you want me to fuck you, baby."

"I do, fuck, please put it in." 

Gil nods, running a hand over his dick, coating it in lube before he presses the tip inside. Malcolm begs for more, even when the older man inches into him. "I can't move until you're ready, sweetheart. I don't want you to get hurt." 

Malcolm raises an eyebrow at the words, "Much." He replies with a smirk.

The older man jerks his hips and groans. "Fuck, you feel amazing. Always so perfect for me, baby boy. Like you were made for my cock aren't you?" 

"For you. Only you, daddy." He whimpers, "Fuck, please... Fucking take me. Claim me. Make yours." 

Gil nods, fucking his hips into the younger, their moans mixing in the space between their lips, desperation painting every gasp, whimper, and curse. 

"T-talk to me, Gil, I'm not going to last much longer I'm so fucking sensitive." 

He nods, breaths coming out labored, "Fuck..." He rolls his hips, hitting Malcolm's spot dead-on each time, "You're mine." He starts, words falling past his lips like poetry, "You're so good for me, baby. You feel like you were made just for my cock. Your mouth and your perfect little ass. No one else gives it to you like this do they? Know why? Because they know you're mine. That you’re my baby boy."

"Daddy!" Malcolm echoes, rutting his hips to meet Gil thrust for thrust. He whimpers when Gil's hands come to meet his, as their fingers intertwine. "Fuck... Please, no one else fucks me like you do, give it to me! Just like you always have, make me yours, Sir. Give it to me. Please, mark me!" He whines, voice labored and wrecked from his moans. Gil nods, licking and sucking a mark into his throat, just under his jaw, hips finding a rhythm that's punctuated by perfect gasps. 

The mark comes up purple, as he licks it, nipping at the younger's jaw. "You're doing so good. Are you close?"

He nods, hooking his ankles behind Gil's hips, encouraging him to speed up his thrusts. He whines like it's a prayer, begging desperately, "Fuck, daddy, please... Please, please please, please... Let me cum for you. I'll be so good for you! I'm sorry for teasing you earlier, please let me cum. I wanna be good for you, please... 'M so close..."

"Fuck, cum for me, sweetheart. Show me how good daddy makes you feel. Come on, do it! Come on, be a good boy for me, Bright." He encourages, wrapping his hand around Malcolm's cock as he speeds up his thrusts. 

  He feels it before he hears it. The way Malcolm tightens around him, mewling and whimpering, a steady stream of 'Gil' and 'daddy' slipping from his mouth. Streaks of white hit his chest and Gil's hand as he arches, and Gil swears there's nothing more gorgeous in the world. 

He moves to pull out, but Malcolm stops him, "Keep going, please? I want you to cum in me, daddy. Please?" His blue eyes sparkle in the dying light from the outside, as he fights to catch his breath. 

"Fucking hell, kid." Gil groans, "Can you tell me who you belong to?"

"I belong to you, Daddy. I'm your baby boy." He whimpers from the overstimulation, clenching and unclenching around Gil's length moving inside of him. "Mark me, so no one else can have me, please... No one else can give it to me how you can. Please give it to me, daddy."

"Fuck! Baby!" Gil shouts, his orgasm overtaking him as he falls against the bed, breaths ghosting over Malcolm's throat as he fucks into him. "So so so good, for me."

Malcolm nuzzles against the older man as he pulls out; the feeling of cum drooling from his puffy hole causing him to shiver. "Thank you." He murmurs, kissing him again gently. 

"Of course, baby." Gil nods, smiling down at his husband, pulling the younger man on top of him. 

"I love you," He whispers, pressing a kiss to Gil's chest when they settle properly on the bed. 

"I love you, too. You did so good for me. Such a good boy for me, Malcolm. Thank you for trusting me and for being so responsive. You're so good." He whispers, fingers combing through Bright's hair, the other hand running up and down his arm. "Was that okay?"

"It was so good, Gil, thank you. Definitely in one of my top three scenes we've done. I needed that."

"I needed it too, sweetheart. I didn't realize I needed to be reminded I belong to you as much as you do me."

"Mhm, you're my husband. Especially when you're being all hot and possessive. Then you're extra my husband." They chuckle, connecting their lips in a gentle kiss. 

"That doesn't even make sense, you dork." Gil laughs, "We need to shower though before I order us dinner, alright?"

"In a minute..." Malcolm laughs, rolling onto his front, "I don't want to move, I feel like jelly."

"Now, you lazy baby." Gil prods, "I am prepared to carry you in there." Malcolm rolls over and raises his arms, "You're actually going to make me--" He rolls his eyes and picks up the other man, carrying him to the bathroom to turn on the shower, "You're so lucky I love you." His irritation is shadowed by the chuckle he lets slip but hides it with a kiss.

"I am."

----

The next day, the two walk into the precinct, separating at the entrance for Gil to collect coffees from the breakroom. 

"Good morning!" Malcolm cheerfully greets, all but skipping into the conference room. 

"Listen, I know you suddenly decided to be a morning person, but it's 8 am and I--" Dani starts, but trails off when she sees it. 

"Holy shit, Bright, did you get attacked by a vampire? That's a hell of a mark you've got there!" JT exclaims, brow furrowing when he notices the marks on Malcolm's throat. 

His hand rises to touch the ring of teeth peering just over the edge of the suit collar, "Um..." 

The two detectives' faces pale when they realize where it came from. Dani's jaw drops in disbelief, "I knew you guys were married, but I didn't realize Gil was that ki-"

"What are you guys talking about?" Gil interrupts, stepping into the room and handing Malcolm a mug of sugary coffee. 

"Nothing!" Malcolm replies quickly, blushing deeply.

"Nothing but Malcolm's possessive-ass, possibly vampiric husband." JT murmurs, handing Dani the case file to fill them in on the case. 

The three chuckle when Gil's face pinkens, enjoying the brief moment of flustering before continuing with the case discussion. 

Malcolm catches Gil's eye, touching his hand to the bite mark and blushes at the wink he receives in reply. 

He briefly wishes Vijay were still at the precinct, so he can finally know the truth: he's happily claimed.

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[ronance4everbrainrot]

Since I am back from the dead I had a funny idea.

Stranger things incorrect quote generator (feat. The Dead Ones, Nancy and Barb :D, Hawkins and California group)

Pt. 17 (I think)

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Barb: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be?

Bob: Maybe a bit tipsy?

Chrissy: Drunk.

Billy: Wasted.

Eddie: Dead.

(Seems accurate. Idk what to say)

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Barb: Everything will be ok. You can not stop it.

Barb: Everything will be fine. You have no choice.

Eddie: What the fuck kind of pep talk is that?

Barb: Ominous positivity.

(The First and last person to die in the upside down? I think. Also Barb trying to comfort Eddie but just confusing him)

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Billy: So what’s for dinner?

Bob: I can’t tell you, it’s a soup-prise!

Billy: …

Billy: Is it soup?

Bob: I soup-pose it could be! *winks*

Billy: Please, enough with the soup puns!

Bob: Wow, you’re soup-per mean.

Billy: STOP!

*one hour later*

Billy: It’s fucking tacos?!?!?!

(bob being the dad of the dead kids)

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Billy: I’m a masochist, not a loser.

(sure Jan)

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Billy: You’re charged with…..breaking into a pet store?

Barb: I thought the animals might be lonely.

(Barb wants to show that she's cool and did something illegal. You are the coolest barb)

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Bob: I’ve organized your messages into three categories.

Bob: “From Billy”

Bob: “Death Threats”

Bob: and “Death Threats From Billy”

(They are all just death threats really besides the occasional ,when is food ready, text)

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Fred: That’s illegal, right?

Billy: Why do you care? Are you a fucking cop?

Fred: No-

Billy: Then shut the fuck up.

(Welp)

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Billy: You treat an outside wound with rubbing alcohol. You treat an inside wound with drinking alcohol.

(honestly I don't like that it's mostly billy so let's change that)

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Fred, going fishing: I’m going LIE to fish!

(bad boy on the loose)

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Eddie, on the phone: Where are you?

Chrissy: I told you, I’m at work

Eddie: Swear you’re not at Chuck E Cheese again?

*skee ball machine alarm goes off in the background*

(Chrissyyy what are you doing there. Aren't you banned? The reason to me is unknown)

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Chrissy: Have I ever told you that you cook well?

Eddie: Awww, no, you haven't!

Chrissy: So why do you keep cooking?

(damn. let him cook)

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Eddie: What scares you guys the most?

Eddie: Werewolves!

Chrissy: Sharks.

Alexei: The unstoppable marching of time that is slowly guiding us all towards an inevitable death.

Bob:

Bob: Alexei.

(Alexei. He's also here. Yay ✨)

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Eddie: Can I ask a dumb question?

Alexei: Better than anyone I know.

(he also learned English while he was/is dead)

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Chrissy: Sweet dog you got there.

Police: Yes, this is our new drug sniffing dog.

Chrissy: Still training huh?

Police: What do you mean?

Chrissy:

Chrissy: Never mind.

(she met with Eddie again)

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Eddie: So don't panic but one of us is possessed by an owl....

Fred: ....

Barb: .....

Bob: ......

Chrissy: ..Who?

Eddie: That's the thing we don't-

*Everyone stares at Chrissy*

(who 🦉)

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Barb: Go to hell!

Eddie: Where do you think I come from?

(That's why it's called the hellfire club. Maybe)

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Eddie: Chrissy, you need to calm down.

Chrissy, slamming their fists on the table: BUT HOW CAN IT BE "BIRTHDAY CAKE" FLAVOR IF A BIRTHDAY CAKE CAN BE ANY FLAVOR?!

(actually true. That does not make sense)

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Alexei: Fred, why are you crying?

Fred: This book is so sad!!

Alexei, picking it up: But this is my diary-

(writing about his life and when he died and missing Murray 😪)

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*Chrissy is ordering a cake over the phone*

Shop Employee: …and what would you like your cake to say?

Chrissy, covering the phone to look at The Squad: Do we want a talking cake?

(no thank you. I don't want to hear its screams when it is cut)

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Barb, to Chrissy: If you see Fred, give them this message *makes a neutral face*

Barb: They'll know what it means.

*later*

Chrissy: oh, and Barb said to give you a message.

Chrissy: *makes a neutral face*

Fred: Oh no. The neutral face of displeasure.

(Nancy made that face a lot)

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Alexei: I'm gonna need a human skull but you can't ask why.

Chrissy: Only if you also don't ask why.

Chrissy: *pulls four pristine human skulls out of their bag*

Alexei: ...

Alexei, grabbing a skull: This one will do.

(what is going on.... actually no. Don't tell me)

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[Nancy and Barb]

Barb: Nancy, we tried things your way.

Nancy: No, we didn't.

Barb: I did it in my head and it didn't work.

(barb is always trying to convince Nancy not to be stupid)

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Barb: Last night, I had a dream about sandwich pizza.

Nancy: What?

Barb: It was pizza with bread on the top and the bottom.

Nancy: So a calzone?

Barb: You can’t just name things I dream up.

(I love calzone 😋🤌)

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Nancy: Why do you hang out with me?

Barb: You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me!

Nancy: …

Nancy: I feel a bit sorry for you.

(Sad but true.)

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Barb: *seductively takes off glasses* Wow, you're... blurry.

(best compliment ever)

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[Barb and Nancy +Robin]

Robin: Hey, babe, remember how I had to go to the pharmacy to pick up my ADHD meds?

Nancy: Yes?

Robin: Well, it turns out they're all out for the next five days.

Nancy: Fuck.

Robin: It's gonna be a fun week!

Nancy: I'm going to Barb's house.

Robin: Nuh-uh. Through sickness and health, motherfucker.

(that's what the wedding vows said)

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Barb: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

Nancy: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.

*Robin walks in*

Nancy: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

(Totally wouldn't have done it if it weren't the rules)

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Nancy: Robin annoyed me today so I told them that I can’t wait to see what they have planned for our special day tomorrow.

Barb: There is nothing special about tomorrow.

Nancy: But there is something special about watching the color leave their face as panic takes over.

(Poor Robin)

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Robin: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Nancy: Wasn’t Barb with you?

Barb: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

(Barb and Robin creating chaos 👀)

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Robin: Hi, who's this? Barb changed all of my contacts to mythical creatures.

Nancy: What's mine?

Robin: Dwarf.

Nancy: THEY'RE SO MEAN, I'M NOT THAT SHORT!

Robin: Oh, hey Nancy.

Nancy: FUCK!

(hehehe :3)

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Barb: That shirt looks great, Robin.

Robin: Thanks.

Barb: But I bet it would look even better on Nancy's floor.

Nancy: Are you hitting on Robin... for me?

(well you wouldn't do it yourself so)

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*Barb and Nancy flirting with each other yet again*

Robin: And you two are sure you're not dating?

Barb: 100%

Nancy: Of course not! Why would you think that?

Robin: I wonder why that possibility would even cross my mind, Nancy. I fucking wonder.

(I see it and I love it)

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[Hawkins group]

Cop: What are your names?

Robin: Don't tell them, Nancy.

Cop, writing: Nancy...

Robin: Crap.

Nancy: Nice going, Robin.

Cop, writing: Robin...

Nancy: Uh oh..

(when they got caught by the police after visiting Viktor lol)

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*during a group project*

Dustin: *does 99 of the work*

Lucas: *has no idea what’s going on*

Steve: *says they’re gonna help but does not*

Max: *disappears at the very beginning and doesn’t show up again until the very end*

(not that accurate but Dustin just being smart ✨)

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*Eddie and Steve are fighting*

Dustin, taking aspirin: I have a headache! Can you guys just be cool?!

*Eddie and Steve start fighting while wearing sunglasses and riding skateboards*

(omg so chill and cool)

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Steve: Thanks for not telling Eddie what happened.

Dustin, dumbfounded: I wouldn’t even know where to begin trying to explain this.

(Steve was trying to learn DnD and chaos somehow broke out)

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Robin: Have I ever told you that I love you with my whole heart?

Nancy: For the love of all that is holy, I am not taking you to McDonalds. It’s 2am!

Robin: Mean.

(Yes, very mean. Give Robin her McDonalds)

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Nancy, texting Robin: Hey do you like anyone?

Robin: Yeah you

Nancy: Oh, I'm sorry we're just friends

Robin: *Yeah, you?

Nancy: Oh haha sorry lol

Robin: *dies inside*

(I feel ya gurl. I feel ya. 😪)

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Max: You are, of course, wondering why it is I have brought you here tonight.

Lucas: Actually, Max, after all these years, I just sort of go with it.

(Well that's because you are a simp. But same)

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Erica: *chokes on something*

Lucas: Jeez, Erica, don't die on us.

Erica: Don't tell me what to do, I'll die whenever the hell I want!

(you tell him, Erica 💪)

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Robin: But that place is haunted.

Lucas: Ghosts prey on fear. Just be confident!

Robin, marching into the haunted house I AM NOT SCARED! I AM NOT A PUSSY!

(entering Victor's house)

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Max: Isn't it weird that people kill mosquitoes just because they're annoying?

Lucas: Damn, if people did that to each other, Erica would've killed me years ago.

(nah. She wouldn't.. or would she 👀)

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Nancy: I love sarcasm! It’s like punching people in the face, but with words!

(hell yeah 💪👊)

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[California group]

Argyle: Why are your tongues purple?

Mike: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Will: I had a red one.

Argyle: oh.

Argyle:

Argyle: OH.

El:

El: You drank eachothers slushies?

(My sweet El, I love you. Also byler✨💪)

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Will: You know, sometimes I really think I can be too straight.

Mike, covered in bi merch and sipping an iced coffee: Sucks to be you.

(With the way he's getting all the girls I'd believe that. While mike is pulling no one and he is bi-himself)

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El: I drink to forget but I always remember.

Jonathan: You're drinking orange juice.

(Poor El🥺 get her stronger orange juice!💪)

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Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like Argyle*

Argyle: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.

(he is absolutely a 10. Also he takes good care of his beautiful hair)

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El: Would it be discrimination to only hire employees at my doughnut shop who have the same name?

Jonathan: Legally, I don't believe that breaches any discrimination laws. Morally though... I don't know.

El: I believe god is on my side when it comes to Duncans' Doughnuts.

(I can only think of one Duncan and it's from Total drama.)

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*El recording whilst Argyle and Jonathan are arguing*

Argyle: HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP!! HER SISTER WAS A WITCH, RIGHT? AND WHAT WAS HER SISTER? A PRINCESS! THE WICKED WITCH OF THE EAST, BRO!

El: *wheezes like a tea kettle*

Jonathan, pulling out a knife: I'm gonna stab them.

Argyle: YOU'RE GONNA LOOK AT ME AND YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME THAT I'M WRONG? AM I WRONG?

Jonathan: It's my favorite movi-

Argyle: SHE WORE A CROWN AND SHE CAME DOWN IN A BUBBLE, JONATHAN!

Jonathan: I'm not fighting with you, I'm not fighting with y-

Argyle: GROW UP, BRO. GROW UP!

(I love that video. Also they are high as fuck)

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Jonathan: Hey, can I get a sip of that water?

Argyle: It’s not water.

Jonathan: Vodka! I like your sty-

Argyle: It’s vinegar.

Jonathan: …What?

Argyle: It's vinegar, PUSSY.

(that's how they became friends)

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Mike: *closes a cabinet*

*a crash is heard behind the cabinet door*

Will: What was that?

Mike: The sound of someone else's problem.

(I feel ya. But it's annoying when you forget that you did that and then you are that someone else whose problem it's gonna be)

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El: Why is Jonathan crying on the floor?

Will: They took one of those 'what person are you?' quizzes.

El: And?

Will: They got Mike.

(Jonathan started the hate make club.)

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Argyle, Mike &amp; Will: *screaming*

El: *runs into the room* What's wrong, Will?!

Argyle: Wait, why are you asking Will that when Mike and I are also here?

El: Because Will wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance.

(idk but feels accurate enough. Also I say that a lot I think)

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El: Why is there blood everywhere?

Will: I may have aggressively poked someone with a knife.

El: You stabbed someone?!

Will: No, no. I aggressively poked someone with a knife.

(The chaos siblings ✨💪 also yes it was just an aggressive poke)

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Will: I mean, sure, I have my bad days, but then I remember what a cute smile I have.

(you absolutely do 🥺✨)

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So here it is. I'm too lazy to tag the other stuff.

Also

I am almost finished with my ronance thing that I mentioned in that post before (I think the newest after this idk) but I don't like the way it turned out but I also don't want to change it all Soo if it's gonna come out maybe this week someday but don't know for sure.

Anyway

You can give suggestions on which people of what groups you want to see!

Lots of love ✨👋😋✨

[josiewrites]

Kinktober Day 3: Size Kink

I meant to post this last night, but I got home at like 4 am. I need to practice writing Brody more, but god he was perfect for this.

@writtingrose , @munsinner , @rubyred1980 , @letmebeawesome , @unlikelywrestlingfan , @rollynchwhore , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @demonqueen29 , @auburnwrites , @baysexuality , @elitehoe , @wwenhlimagines , @omg-im-such-a-masochist , @seeingstarks , @damnnhausen

I couldn't contain the excited squeal that came from my throat as I watched through the curtain. He did it, Brody managed to get a shot at the title. His first title run in the company, and a huge win for the House of Black. I just knew he'd be thrilled with the outcome.

"You did it!" I yelled as he came through the tunnel, easily catching me as I jumped into his arms. "I'm so proud of you," I said into his neck, kissing it softly.

“Thanks, sugarplum,” he said, holding me close to him. “I wanted to make you proud.”

“I’m always proud of you, baby.” I dropped from around him, but still kept his hand in mine. He gave me that soft smile as we walked to the back of the arena to get ready to leave.

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I giggled as he pushed open the room door, carrying me across the threshold. He picked me up in the elevator and refused to let me walk to the room. Not that I ever minded when he did that.

"You can put me down now," I chuckled as he walked me over and laid me on the bed.

"As you wish, sugarplum," he murmured, sealing his lips over mine as his large arms pinned me beneath him. The kiss began to turn sloppy as his fingers knotted themselves in my hair and other hand trailed down my dress.

"Brody," I breathed as his hand slid up my dress and caressed my clothed core.

"You're already so wet for me, little one." He deftly slid my underwear down and tossed it across the room before slipping one digit inside me.

The delightful pressure of his finger along my walls, coupled with the motion of him stroking my sweet spot pulled a loud moan from me.

"Just one finger did that, my love?" He smirked as his hand moved from my hair to the waistband of his sweatpants. "I'm not sure your sweet little pussy can handle me."

"Please," I whimpered, bucking my hips wantonly against his touch. "I need you, Brody. Need to feel you."

"I love when you beg, little one," he chuckled as he slid his finger from me, quickly filling me back up with his thick cock, causing me to let out a soft scream. "So tight," he panted through gritted teeth.

"Fuck." My voice was a broken whimper as he began to pound into me, each thrust feeling as though I'd be split in half. "So, fuck, so good."

"You feel amazing, little one." He began to pick up speed, the pad of one large finger circling my clit. "Your tiny cunt is taking me so well."

I threw my head back, words abandoning me as his massive length continued to pound into me. My orgasm snuck up on me, my sweetness drenching his cock. He came soon after, thrusting slowly to make sure his seed was deep inside me.

"You did so good, sugarplum." He smiled down at me, kissing my forehead softly. "Let's take a shower and go get some food.”

[wyyvernn]

A/n: Wyy feels like tearing your hearts out tonight so suffer or enjoy it, you masochists.

Summary: After months of friendship and bonding, Adrian is heartbroken that you would betray him like this.

Cw: Angst, death

"Why?"

Alucard let the dreaded word fall from his lips as something pricked at his eyes. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the hilt of his sword.

He couldn't understand where he went wrong. He welcomed you into his space, tended to your needs, became your friend and eventually found his feelings for you so why.

Why were you now staring him down, a long blade in one hand and your dagger in the other? For a moment he thought he caught a flicker of guilt in your gaze, but it was replaced with nothing a moment later.

"I was tasked to hunt you down a year ago, I am merely fulfilling that order now-"

"But WHY!" He screamed a deafening shout, a rare thing that Alucard almost never does, "Why go through all of that trouble?! Why did you wait to kill me until now? Why did you...you..."

The tears fell at last, one after the other. It was like he was reliving that nightmare all over again. Someone comes to visit his castle, he would help them, they would bond and then they would spin around and shove a knife through his heart. The cycle felt endless.

"Well if I waited, it would've been easier for you to lop my head off," you spoke, almost humorously, "This way," you motioned towards the distance between you and him with your dagger, "It's harder, because you have feelings, because it hurts. So easier for me, harder for you...it works."

Alucard felt sick at your nonchalance. The fact that you could be so calm, so dry towards the matter and pretend as if nothing happened between the two of you after months of friendship, made the bile rise in his throat.

It was a lie, all of it was a lie and suddenly the faces of his previous guests flashed in his mind. It was happening all over again.

He wanted to die, he really felt like he didn't deserve anyone. Or other people didn't deserve him.

Slowly, he felt his weapon betray him as it slipped from his grasp and smacked the stone below. The noise was loud, too loud. It felt like his voice became clearer all of the sudden.

"I won't kill you."

A grin broke out on your lips as you got into position, "Like I said, easier for me."

Your feet kicked off the ground and your body surged forward as you readied your blades. Your dagger came up in an attempt to jab it right into his neck only for him to step to the side, grab your arm and shove you away.

"Please...please stop this...we can forget this happened."

"You know we can't, love!" You tried another attempt, this time with your sword, slashing it once and twice in the air.

It went on for a while. You would try to stab him and Alucard would be forced to dodge all of your attacks, all the while he would try to speak to you, to calm you. But he knew that all he was doing was delaying the inevitable. He knew it was either you or him.

"Look, you might as well fight me too because I'm not stopping anytime soon!" You shouted breathlessly.

Alucard repeatedly whimpered your name. His 'pleases' were weak and filled with regret. He didn't want to kill you, but he had to.

You had exhausted yourself almost completely. For a final time, you swung out your arm and as expected, he caught it. Alucard spun you around, pressing his front against your back. He snatched your dagger from your hand and with one more sorrowful gaze upon your struggling figure, he reluctantly buried the blade deep into your heart.

You exhaled a dying gasp of pain, falling effortlessly into his chest. He fell with you to the floor, gathering you in his arms as his tears streamed onto your face.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, he cried. He repeated it, and then again, chanting it over and over until you spoke your last words.

"I suppose...if I was to ever die, it would be with you, in your arms, love. I'm happy, in a way, I don't have to worry about you or anything anymore," you coughed blood, your voice getting more and more faint. "This...this isn't...so...bad."

His heart tugged at that and he pressed himself closed to you.

"Did you ever love me?" He sobbed, awaiting your response, but it was too late.

He weeped harder when he recieved nothing, when he saw the life drain from your eyes, when he felt that you were no longer thrashing about.

He pressed his cold lips to your forehead, to the last person who Adrian Tepes would ever love for the very last time.

[kittytodoroki]

the fangirl (part two)

<< part one here >>

<< part three here >>

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special side note: “y/n” = your name

male: au hunterxhunter leorio paradinight

warnings: slight bondage, weapon use (knife), knife!kink, male/female receiving oral, verbal degradation, masochist reader/sadist leorio, multiple orgasms, big dick leorio, unprotected sex (always practice safe sex, please! uwu), slight size!kink, and biting

word count: 3.4k

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*your point of view*

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“nghhh,” my throat lets out as i wake up.

i try to move, but my hands are tied above my head.

who the fuck!?

“oh, you’re awake,” i hear a man say.

i struggle against the ropes, “what the fuck!? let me the fuck go!” i scream as i look at my kidnapper.

my eyes widen when i see leorio sitting on a chair at the foot of my bed.

“i don’t think so. i’ve got a few questions for you,” he says as he gets up.

leorio takes out his blade and trails it over my shorts and under my shirt, exposing my stomach.

stupid brain! stop getting horny!

“how do you know my name? who do you work for?” he asks me.

i stop struggling and a laugh escapes my mouth.

“you think i’m working for someone? huh, leorio?” i ask back in a taunting tone.

he points his knife at my face, “it’s mr. leorio for you. you look like a child, but what kind of boss would let a child wear such an exposing outfit at work? let me guess, you’re eighteen and struggling to make ends meet? you’re barely starting to see the real world, which makes me older than you, so you have to respect me,” he says.

“actually, i-

leorio interrupts me, “so, who do you work for? huh? i know you were trying to seduce me back at the bar; when you bent down and showed the whole bar your kitty panties, which were so cute by the way.”

“i don’t work for anyone! i-i’m just…” i bite my lip not wanting to tell him the truth.

he raises an eyebrow, “what is it? spill it or else,” he threatens me as he trails his knife down to my neck.

fuck, having a knife kink is not good, especially in situations like these…

“w-well, a few years back, i found a website with tons of information, and stories, about every hunter that has ever passed the hunter exam. i got so into it, especially when i got to the story of gon freecss. i couldn’t, and still can’t believe that a twelve year old is so much cooler than me. as i read his story, i came across the man who many of us consider to be gon’s real father. the great leorio paradinight, who cared more about gon than his own father ever did. i fell in love with you when i read about you in his story; when i read about how much you seemed to care about gon, and how you went around after him, actually taking care of him. ever since then, you’ve been my favorite hunter, and i’ve been trying to keep up with you through the website, but it seems like they all forgot about you, which is super unfair to me, because--

“oh, so you’re just a fangirl?” leorio interrupts me, again.

i close my eyes and sigh.

“yes,” i reply with a little shame.

“how do i know you’re telling the truth?” he asks.

leorio cuts the ropes, stands beside me, and continues, “show me. give me proof that you’re just a fangirl, but it has to be good enough for me to believe you.”

what!?

how the fuck am i supposed to prove that!?

should i show him my browsing history?

oh, god… no! that would be so embarrassing…

wait... i’ve got an idea!

“fine,” i reply.

i get up from my bed and kneel in front of him.

i look up at him as i unbuckle his pants, and his expression changes from confusion to surprise.

“what are y-

“have you ever gotten head from someone who has been dreaming of doing so for years?” i ask him.

he swallows hard and shakes his head at me.

“then, you’ll notice how different this experience will be than getting head from just anyone,” i tell him as i pull his pants down.

i rub him through his boxers and a crazy question comes to my mind, “wait, did you hear me through the door?”

“i- uh… y-yeah… what were you doing?” leorio asks.

“i was cumming… thinking of you… i couldn’t stop thinking of how good it would have felt to have you make me yours at the bar. i thought i would never see you again, so i decided to try out my new vibrating underwear, which worked out heavenly,” i tell him as i bite my lip and continue rubbing him.

i feel him getting hard, so i pull his boxers down.

“oh, fuck,” i say at the sight, “y-you’re so much bigger than i thought…”

and he’s not even rock hard, yet!

leorio laughs and asks, “don’t think you can take it, fangirl?”, which just makes me a little mad, so i reply with, “i can take it, and my name is y/n.”

after those words leave my mouth, i wrap my lips around his tip, making him shudder.

“mmmmm,” i hum as i go further down his member.

i bob my head slowly, use my tongue to lick everywhere i can, jerk him off with one hand, and caress his balls with the other to not let any part of his remain untouched.

i start to suck him faster, and he throws his head back.

“ahhh, fuck… nnnghh,” leorio moans, making me wetter by the second.

the more noises he makes, the more my mouth waters, so after a few minutes, his dick is full of my spit.

fuck, those sweet noises are driving me crazy!

i relax my throat as much as i can and let him slowly slip to the back of it, until i’m comfortable with the feeling.

then, i take him out of my mouth; a trail of spit connects his dick to my lips, and i hear a small moan escape his throat when he looks down at me.

“leorio, i- ummm… can you please fuck my face?” i ask him innocently as i jerk him off slowly.

he lets out a small whine and replies with, “fuck, how can i say no to that, and to you?”

i grin as he places his hand at the top of my head and guides his dick into my mouth. i suck my cheeks in, and he moans.

once halfway inside, he starts to buck his hips.

i’ve been dreaming of this for so long…

i want to give it my all.

i start to bob my head in rhythm with his hips.

“shit… ahhhh…. mmmm,” he moans.

i bob my head faster, and his hips follow along.

leorio grabs fistfulls of my hair, on both sides of my head, as he begins to hit the back of my throat.

i focus on not gagging, and move my tongue wherever i can, swirling and licking.

leorio bucks his hips faster, but i start to choke and gag; tears form at the corner of my eyes.

he lets out a small laugh, “you can’t take it anymore, can you?” he asks as he gives me a small break.

i quickly shake my head, “i can take it, please,” i beg as i open my mouth and stick my tongue out.

“you’re such a whore,” leorio says as he smiles and begins to fuck my face again.

i rub myself through my shorts, getting off on his soft moans and whines. i start to moan along with him, and his hips stagger at every vibration he feels.

i whimper as i buck my hips onto my hand, and leorio lets out a soft growl.

shit… i could cum from just giving him head.

his pace starts to get faster, and tears start to stream down my face. he’s had his head thrown back this entire time, so when he looks down at me and his tip hits the back of my throat, i feel a warm liquid stream down my esophagus.

“oh, fuck, shit, ahh, ahhh,” leorio moans as i continue bobbing my head up and down his shaft.

once he comes down, his hips twitch, and his hand flies to grab my hair.

he stands me up, wraps his other hand around my throat, and kisses me deeply.

still kissing me, leorio lays me on my bed.

i take my time trailing my tongue along his, wanting to savor the feeling of his tongue fighting against mine.

weak from his orgasm, i win against his tongue.

or maybe it’s because i’ve fallen asleep, a billion times, while making up sex scenarios like this one?

oh my fuck! this is a dream come true!

i trail my tongue along the ridges of his teeth, wanting to explore and remember how his whole mouth feels.

after satisfying my exploration, i bite leorio’s bottom lip.

“nnnghh,” he moans.

i flip us over and clash my lips against his, making this kiss more needy than the last. moans begin to fill my room as i get on top of leorio’s lap. i grind on his dick; my shorts start to get wet from my spit and juices.

“shit, this feels so good,” i moan.

i grind my hips faster, and leorio takes my shirt off, exposing my breasts. he sits up and starts to suck on them, giving them both equal attention as i continue grinding on him.

“oh, fuck, leorio, i-i’m gonna...” is all manage to say before i cum on top of him. “ahhhh, fuuuck, leorio,” i moan as i pull on his hair and hold him close.

“did you just cum?” leorio asks me with a confused look.

“uhhhh… y-yeah… why?” i ask him as i blush.

“that was so fucking hot,” he replies as he grabs me and lays me on my back.

“where have you been all my life?” he asks as he kisses me all over my torso.

his lips move down to the hem of my shorts, and he uses his teeth to take my last piece of clothing off.

“no panties? awww,” leorio pouts, “i wanted to see if you had any other kitty ones, i loved those.”

“leorio…” i moan as i open my legs and rub my clit.

“impatient, aren’t we?” he asks as he moves my hand away, “also, don’t you remember that it’s mr. leorio? or do you need me to refresh your memory?”

“but i-

“well, now it’s my turn to satisfy you, and i can’t wait to taste you. just look at your shorts! damn, you’re wet as fuck,” leorio interrupts me, again, as he licks his lips at me.

holy fuck, that was so hot…

i look at my shorts and almost get concerned at seeing how wet they are, but that concern goes away when leorio plunges his tongue inside of me.

my hands instantly fly to his hair and he moans when i pull on it. leorio circles his tongue around my clit, and starts to suck on it. he lets out a growl and says, “i have a feeling that you’re a masochist, so i’m going to do something to prove my theory.”

“what are you going to— mnnghh, ahh!” i let out a cry as leorio bites my clit.

“haha, seems like i’m right,” he states.

leorio continues eating me out and rubbing my clit.

the more i moan, the louder his growls get, and the closer i get to eternal bliss.

“i’ve dreamt about this so many times… i’ve had so many orgasms imagining this, and- fuck… it feels so much better than what i imagined…” i manage to say.

“oh really? mmmm,” leorio moans as he continues lapping up my juices.

once satisfied, he starts to suck on my clit and i feel two of his fingers slip inside of me; he pumps them in and out painfully slowly.

after a while, he says, “think you can take three fingers, fangirl?”

“l-leor-

“mr. leorio.”

“m-mister l-leorio, i- please, ah, shit,” i moan as he slips another finger inside of me.

“fuck, that sounded so hot,” he says as he begins to finger fuck me faster.

i try to hold in my moans, but my room quickly starts to fill with lewd wet noises.

“holy shit, you really are wet,” he says, again, while crawling on top of me and continuing to fuck me with his long and slender digits.

leorio swirls his tongue on my left nipple and bites it, making my hips buck up. i inhale sharply and he chuckles with my nipple still between his teeth. he lets go of it to say, “well, since you don’t want to make any noise for me, i’ll give you a reason not to,” and proceeds to bite my other nipple.

my mouth quickly opens to let out a whine, and he puts the fingers he had inside of me in my mouth. i instantly begin to suck on them, and leorio moans.

“your mouth is so warm and wet,” he says.

he chuckles before continuing, “it feels just like this other little hole,” and begins to finger me with his other hand.

“mmmm,” i quietly hum around his fingers as i taste myself.

“c’mon, fangirl, i want to hear the noises you make for me,” leorio encourages.

“ahhh,” i let out as he fucks me faster.

he takes his fingers from my mouth and uses them to rub my clit. once my legs begin to shake, leorio stops rubbing my clit to choke me.

“you like this, don’t you? to be completely powerless under my touch? did you ever dream about this?” he asks as his grip around my throat tightens.

“mmmff, y-yes!” i cry out.

“now, you have to ask for permission to cum. okay, fangirl?”

“p-please, mister l-leorio, let me cum? i want t-to cum! f-fuck! pleeeease? shit,” i instantly beg.

“already? heh, yeah, you can cum. just because you asked nicely and i love it when you call me that,” leorio says.

after that, i feel my walls tighten around his fingers as my back arches from my bed.

“nghh, fuuuck, mmpphh,” i moan.

he keeps fingering me, letting me ride my high, and my legs close from the overstimulation.

once i’m down, he takes his fingers out and sucks on them. “mmmmm,” he moans as he tastes my juices.

there is no way in hell he can get any hotter…

that’s when he smirks, guides his fingers into my mouth, and says, “taste yourself.”

i immediately lick everywhere that i can, until i can no longer taste myself on his fingers.

the hunter stares at me and bites his bottom lip. he pulls his fingers out and it makes a ‘pop’ sound.

“fuck me, now,” i state.

leorio’s eyes widen, “what’d you say?” he asks.

“i’m telling you to fuck me!” i whine and pull him onto me. i kiss him roughly as i unbutton his shirt and take it off. he centers himself on my entrance and pushes in slowly.

i whince in pain, but he’s easily slipping inside.

“fuck, you’re so small,” he says as he continues stretching me.

i grab onto his hair and bite his shoulder.

“ahh,” he lets out.

once leorio bottoms out, he gives me a few seconds to adjust to his size before grabbing my legs open and thrusting in and out of me slowly.

“leorio, fuuck, you feel so good,” i moan out.

he raises an eyebrow and thrusts into me deep and hard. i cry out and he says, “tsk tsk tsk, if you can’t be bothered to remember that i like to be respected, then i won’t bother to respect you.”

“but-

leorio puts a finger in front of my lips, gets up from the bed, and goes to my dresser.

“where are your panties?” he asks.

i close my legs and reply, “the bottom drawer.”

he smiles and opens my dresser.

“jackpot!” he exclaims as he notices my panties with cartoon cats on them. he grabs the top one and walks back towards me.

i open my mouth to ask what he’s going to do and he takes that as an advantage to stuff the underwear between my lips.

“now, where were we?” he asks before opening my legs and slipping inside of me again.

“oh yeah, i was about to fuck your little wet hole,” leorio says as he begins to thrust into me faster.

he pins my hands above my head, and i move my head to the side, moaning and loving the feeling of leorio stretching me.

“mmmm, don’t get shy on me, fangirl,” he tells me as he grabs me by the chin and moves my head to make me look at him.

“mmmmphh, mmpphh, mmpphh,” is the only noise i manage to make as he sets a brutal pace.

“i’ll show you to respect your elders,” leorio declares as he slaps my breasts softly.

“ahhh, fuuuck, yes,” he moans and slows his thrusts.

he comes to a complete stop and flips me around.

“give me your hands,” he says. i comply and he holds them behind my back as i arch myself.

“mmmff,” i moan as i feel leorio filling me up again.

my right cheek is completely squished against my bedsheet as leorio begins to fuck me into the mattress.

“mnnnghh, uhhh, shiiiit,” leorio moans.

my sweat is making my hair stick onto my face, the underwear in my mouth is full of drool, and my eyes are slammed shut as i take the pounding that leorio is giving me.

“take it, baby, take my fucking cock,” he says as he cages me against the bed, brutally fucking my already sensitive hole. “you look so hot like this, getting fucked into oblivion, not being able to cry and whine out, since you weren’t taught any manners.”

“mhm,” i reply and vigorously nod my head.

leorio begins to spank me, and i feel myself get closer.

i can’t ask for permission with my panties in my mouth!

i try to push it out with my tongue, but i fail miserably. that’s when the hunter lets go of my arms, and grabs a fistful of my hair instead. i immediately go for the underwear, but he stops me, “no. this is your punishment for not listening.”

b-but i’m—

leorio pounds into me harder, and my hands fly to grab at my sheets.

“feels. so. good,” he moans as he punctuates each word with a deep thrust. “ahhhh, shiiiit, i can’t go on much longer, mmmm.”

with that, my eyes slam shut and my walls clamp around leorio’s dick. i begin to see stars as leorio keeps fucking me hard.

“oh fuck, that felt amazing,” he says as his thrusts begin to get sloppy. “i-i’m gonna— fuuuucckk,” leorio moans as he cums inside of me.

i feel his cum filling me, but my back gives out and i fall onto my bed, tiredness quickly taking over.

leorio lays next to me, and i smile as i spot his full face grin.

“how was that, fangirl? good enough to satisfy all those years of wanting me?” he asks.

“mmmm, it was so much better than what i imagined,” i reply. “by the way, how did your glasses stay on your face this whole time?” i curiously ask.

“they were made just for me,” he says.

i giggle and he gets up.

“leorio…”

“it’s mister leo-

i grab him by the arm and yank him onto my bed. then, i stick two of my fingers into his mouth and say, “everytime you would try to lecture me about that, i would try to tell you something, but you would interrupt me. now it’s my turn to interrupt you and tell you what i’ve been trying to say. we’re the same fucking age! now, can you stay here with me? please?” i ask him as i take my fingers out of his mouth.

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*leorio’s point of view*

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damn, that was hot.

i smirk at the waitress and reply, “sure.”

i lay down, hugging her, as she snuggles into my chest.

“oh, hey, by the way, i wanted to ask you, how the hell did you beat up those guys?”

i wait for a response, but when i look down, she’s sound asleep with her leg between mine.

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author’s note: i have been DYING to post this part! like literally, i have been sick as HELL (◞‸◟ㆀ) i think i have a throat infection and it is wanting to cause an ear infection so ( ･ᴗ･̥̥̥ )

a bit about the story: i call Money Trees “Leorio’s song” because I saw a Twitter edit of him with the song and (｡˘з˘)ᗡლ==8 I FELL IN LOVE WITH LEORIO AND THE SONG! also, Kendrick Lamar is such a good rapper <<<33 i have no idea how i am up with this story, but it is so freaking good, GODDD (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و i am truly proud of being it’s maker. again, thank you all for reading!

- love, kitty <3

posted: 4 september 2022