#*vibrates my bones into goo*

[slasher-catcher]

I know I've been chattering everyone's ears off about Terrifier but agdjchb everytime I come across trivia or more news about it I gotta kick my feets a little in excitement aaaaaaA!

am I going to the theaters just to watch the same movie that I own and have rewatched more than I like to admit?? Well sure, but but there's supposed to be some new goodies in there 👀👉👈 i. i gotta seeeee it. Even if it's like a 5 second gag where Art randomly streaks across the streets. You'd bet your ass id pay to see that 😤

Also I sketched stuff

#chatterbox #everyone shut up im shifting into soup mode #*vibrates my bones into goo* #*but like excited goo* #im so pumped #there may not be an expression on my face but i swear i am squealing and running LAPS on the inside

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Congratulations on the new milestone, my dear Scarlet! For the celebration, I want to ask Spencer x Reader with Home by Goo Goo Dolls (I adore this song!). Love you!

Hello lovely! I originally had this written and queued to post but 12 hours later I decided I hated it. I adore you and your writing and you deserved better, so this my second attempt! Also I had an urge to write a 5+1 fic.

Send me a song lyric from my list to celebrate my follower milestone 🎵

Home

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Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Summary - The five times Spencer took you home and the one time he needed you to return the favour.

CW - drinking, drunk reader, vague hint at a spicy activities but nothing explicit, slight argument, break up, mentions of the Lynch case and hospitals, make ups.

WC - 4.3k

One 

The aggressively roaming rainbow coloured lights that revolved around the room, lighting up previously dark corners at a moments notice. 

The heavy thrumming of the bass-heavy music that shook the walls and vibrated the floor, up through the soles of his feet and into his bones. 

The thick crowds of sweaty, inebriated bodies constantly bumping into one another, bumping into him and encroaching dangerously on the germaphobe's personal space. 

The expensive cover charge and even more extorinante drink prices which made him glad for once that he didn’t drink. 

The constant goading from his friends to loosen up and have some fun, or at least try to look like you’re enjoying yourself. 

Those were just five of a hundred reasons that Spencer Reid deplored clubs. 

Usually he would avoid them like the plague, but tonight it was Emily’s birthday and she’d all but demanded he come along with the rest of the team. 

A crowded room full of empty faces. Conversations filled with lies. Another night with all his friends, wondering if they saw through his thinly veiled disguise. 

He clung to the sidelines like the wallflower he was and after a socially acceptable amount of time had passed, he offered his apologies to the birthday girl and said goodbye. 

And that could have been the end of his night. 

Pushing open the front door he sucked in a huge breath of fresh air the second his feet hit the pavement. The air in the club had been stifling, alcohol mixed with perspiration had overwhelmed his fragile senses. 

He felt dirty. He needed to go home and take a long, hot shower. 

But as he turned to head down the street, conveniently Emily had chosen a club just a few blocks from his apartment, he stopped in his tracks when he found a body slumped on the ground. 

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He was an FBI agent and he was also a gentleman and he couldn’t in good conscience leave a woman alone like this. 

No matter how much he wanted to go home.  

He cautiously stepped closer to the woman, who was leaning against a wall, legs drawn up for which a head rested upon. It didn’t take a genius to figure the woman was drunk. 

“Excuse me, miss? Uh, are you ok?” He asked with a frown as he approached. 

Your head snapped backwards, narrowly avoiding slamming into the wall and you looked up at him with large, misty eyes. 

“Hmm? Me? I’m fine.” You nodded, proffering your hands towards him. “Little help? 

Spencer rolled his lip between his teeth, wanting to avoid any more unnecessary contact with strangers tonight but you clearly needed help. 

Somewhat reluctantly he reached out and took hold of your hands, pulling you to your feet with absolutely no help on your part. 

You stumbled a little but managed to correct yourself before Spencer had to intervene. You looked up at him through your lashes, the moonlight overhead reflecting on your irises.

“You’re really pretty.” Your lip quirked into a smile and Spencer’s stomach coiled into knots. 

He’d been thinking the exact same thing about you. 

“Uh, thanks?” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Where do you live? I can get you a cab?”

“Oh, you know.” You shrugged, wobbling on your feet. 

“No, no I don’t. We just met, remember?” He was frowning up as your eyes cast up and down the street as if you were searching for your own home. 

“Around here somewhere. I think.” You nodded, but then added, “where are we?” 

Spencer exhaled between parted lips, knowing he couldn’t leave you to fend for yourself. And despite his better judgement, he spoke anyway. 

“I live round the corner, you can crash at my place until you sober up.” 

“You’re going to take me home, pretty boy?” You winked suggestively at him and he couldn’t help the way he felt his crotch stir. 

“Not like that!” He quickly shook his head. “I just…just come with me.” 

It was slightly concerning how easily you followed a complete stranger home. Maybe he’d have to give you a lecture on the dangers of it in the morning. 

But for now, you slung your arm around his waist, something he would normally hate but found he rather enjoyed when you did it, and he led you home. 

***

Spencer slept on the couch and let you take his bed with very little protest from you. He was already awake and reading a book when you emerged wearing nothing but an old t-shirt of his he’d lent you last night. 

You were squinting against the onslaught of light in the room, hand cradling the side of your head. Your eyes landed on him and your eyebrows knitted together. 

“Uh…hi?” You croaked, grimacing in the pain caused simply by speaking. 

“Good morning.” Spencer set his book down and got to his feet but he didn’t come any closer to you. 

“Did we…?” You trailed off hoping he would catch your drift. 

He didn’t. 

“Did we, what?” 

“Sleep together?” 

“What?” He squeaked, his cheeks instantly flushing bright red. “No! You were wasted.” 

“That wouldn’t stop most men.” You shrugged sadly.

“I’m not most men.” He shrugged too. “You were drunk and I didn’t want to just leave you on the street so I let you crash here.” 

“Wow.” You nodded, eyes sparking a little. “Maybe there are some good guys left in the world.” 

“I try.” He shrugged once more. 

“What’s your name? I’m sorry I don’t remember.” You padded a little closer to him. 

“Oh, we didn’t get around to exchanging names. I was too busy trying to stop you bumping into everything I own.” He offered you a tight lipped smile. “I’m Spencer. Spencer Reid.” 

“Y/N.” You stepped closer and when you offered him your hand to shake, he didn’t even think twice about it. 

***

Two

“And I realised I hadn’t had company in…five years? So I thought I better at least crack a window.” He was rambling, god help him he was rambling. 

You leant against the dining table with an ever growing smirk on your lips as he awkwardly spat out words, clearly not noticing your amusement. 

“I guess I should feel privileged?” You cocked your eyebrow at him. “Five years, huh?”

The way in which he said the word company, told you exactly what he meant. Obviously he’d had people around his place, you’d been here not a few months ago yourself. 

But he hadn’t had company. Company of a woman in his bed. And as if to prove this, a blush crept up his neck and onto his cheeks which told you the answer before he spoke. 

“Yeah.” He chewed on his lip, feeling as though he needed to explain himself. “I throw myself into my work. I’m busy, you know? And even when I’m not I, uh…I’m not very good at talking to women, in case that wasn’t abundantly clear. And women don’t tend to gravitate towards me. So yeah, it’s been five years since I…you know.” 

God this was mortifying. 

It was your fifth date and the first time he’d invited you over since he’d helped you out when you were drunk. You’d been for dinner and when he’d suggested you come home with him, his intentions had been clear even if he hadn’t meant them to be. 

“That’s freaking adorable. I really do feel special.” Your smile grew.

“Adorable? Great, just what every man wants to hear from the woman he wants to…” he trailed off. 

“Wants to…what?” You took a step or two closer to him. 

“I think it’s safe to say you know exactly what I mean.” His blush deepened with each step closer you got. 

“For argument's sake, let’s say I don’t.” You were really close to him now, your arms snaking up and around his neck. 

“Come any closer and you’ll likely find out.” He croaked, somehow getting even redder. 

You smirked, pushing your body flush against his and quickly ascertaining just what he meant. 

He was hard, straining against his slacks and his erection pressed against you now, showing you what he was talking about. 

You giggled a little, edging your face closer to his, feeling his breath on your face. Just as you were about to press your lips against his, giving over to the sexual tension between the two of you, you were disturbed by the sound of his phone ringing. 

“Goddamnit.” He growled, pulling back from you and fishing his phone out of his pocket. Garcia. “I’ve gotta take this, I’m so sorry.” 

Spencer had never cared less about serial killers and murders in his life. He just hoped he would have another chance to take you home. 

***

Three 

Spencer grumbled as the ringing of his phone roused him from sleep. He was used to it by now, used to work dragging him from his bed in the middle of the night. So he was surprised to say the least when he saw your name on the screen. 

He panicked for a second as he brought the device to his ear and answered it. 

“Y/N?” He sat up in bed, pulling the duvet up to his chin. 

“Hey, Spence.” You replied. 

It had been almost a month since work had rudely interrupted your alone time and the two of you hadn’t seen each other since. You’d talked mostly through text but Spencer had started to get the impression he’d blown his chance with you. 

“It’s three am, is everything ok?” 

“Yeah, I just…can’t sleep.” You shrugged. “I hope it’s ok that I called.”

“Y/N, believe me when I say you could wake me up from half a world away and I’d be grateful.” 

“Can I…” you sighed shakily. “Can I come over?” 

“Always.” He was quick to reply. 

“Ok.” You nodded to yourself. “I’ll be over soon.” 

“I’ll be waiting.” He smiled, before hanging up the phone. 

***

This time when you came into his home, when you went to kiss him, there was no interruption. In fact there was no intrusion of work calling him all night long. 

It gave him the time he needed to worship every inch of you, to show you what a goddess he thought you until the sun was peeking in through the crack in the curtains. It was without a doubt the best night of Spencer’s life and by the time he was through he never wanted you to leave again. 

A house was just four walls but he now realised his home was wherever you were. 

At some point that night, somewhere in between the sheets, he gave his heart to you. And he never wanted you to give it back. 

***

Four

His apartment had never felt more like a home than when you were in it. But even after the night you’d spent together he still felt nervous asking you over.

Maybe he worried that now you’d had sex you would think it was all he wanted from you which couldn’t be further from the truth. 

But even still, when he picked you up from work on Friday, one of his rare days off, he felt scared to invite you round. 

“So what’s the plan tonight, Doc?” You asked with a bright smile as you slid into the passenger’s seat of his car. 

“Uh, I was thinking we could get take out and watch some movies. At my place. If you’d like that? We can go out though, if you’d prefer. I don’t mind.” He smiled awkwardly at you. 

“Why would I want to go out when I can have you all to myself at your apartment?” You gave him a mischievous look that caused his pants to tighten. 

“You…you really want that?” He swallowed. 

“I really want that.” You giggled, patting his knee and sending a jolt of electricity through his whole body. “Come on then Doc, take me home.” 

***

Take out and movies quickly became a long forgotten memory when you were climbing into his lap on the couch and stealing his attention away from the TV. 

Your knees either side of his thighs, you wrapped your arms around his neck and played with a stand of his curls. 

“You really are deliciously pretty, have I told you that before?” You gently rocked back and forth in his lap, feeling him growing aroused. 

“The night we met, you called me pretty.” A blush spread to his cheeks. 

Was he going to blush every time the two of you started to get intimate?

“Did I?” You laughed. “I can’t say I remember. But you are. Very, very pretty.” 

“And you are beautiful, my love.” He whispered, a gentle smile on his lips. 

He closed the space between you and kissed you, causing you to hum against his lips, whilst continuing to playfully grind down into his lap. 

You didn’t make it to the bedroom, didn’t even remove your clothes. Spencer simply shucked your dress out of the way and moved your panties aside while you moved his slacks just enough for his member to be freed. 

By some stroke of luck the BAU didn’t pull a case all weekend and you didn’t leave the confines of his apartment for two full days. 

You spent a blissful forty eight hours eating junk food, watching movies and having Spencer read to you along with making love in just about every inch of his abode. 

By the time Sunday night rolled around you had to physically drag yourself away from him so you could go back to your own apartment. Spencer was just as reluctant to see you go. 

“It’s not the same here without you.” He spoke as you kissed him in his doorway. “It only feels like home when you’re here.” 

You agreed wholeheartedly. 

You’d fallen head over heels with Spencer in no time at all and being with him in his apartment, you’d never felt more at home. 

Maybe one day you’d be able to share it. But for now you had to leave, despite everything inside of you begging you to stay. 

***

Five

Between both of your busy work schedules, it left little time for the two of you to be together. Every time Spencer was dragged away on a case he missed you more than the last, usually less than a hundred miles from you but feeling like a million.

You spoke on the phone whenever he was away, the shattered light transmitting your voice but being so far away, you sometimes didn’t have a choice. All you wanted was for him to come take you home again. 

After weeks of missing each other, whilst working a local case, he received a phone call from a number he didn’t recognise. He’d been staring at a map pinned to the board in the round table room at Quantico well into the early hours of the morning, when the phone buzzed in his pocket. 

It was your best friend, he’d heard a lot about her but never met her. It had instantly sent up a red flag which was warranted because she went on to tell him you were drunk and refused to go home unless Spencer was the one taking you.

Emily had been extremely gracious and let him go, he thanked her profusely as he’d run out of the door. He drove downtown as quickly as he could to the bar your friend had told him you were at. 

On arrival you had thrown yourself in his arms, giggling wildly and repeating in a slurred voice, you came, I knew you would. Come take me home, Spence.

It wasn’t until the morning that you regretted this decision entirely.

Much like that first morning you found Spencer on his couch and your head throbbed angrily. He looked much less awkward than he had that first time though, if you weren’t mistaken you would think he looked annoyed. 

He stood up and exhaled noisily through his nose and shook his head a little. 

“I was at work.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Right in the middle of trying to catch an unsub who is terrorising DC. You can’t…you can’t have your friends call me when I’m working, Y/N. I shouldn’t just leave my team in the middle of a case to come and pick you up when you’re drunk.” 

“They’re always going to come first, aren’t they?” You surprised him with your words. 

“What? Who?” 

“Serial killers. Your team. I barely see you because you’re always working.” 

“You knew what I did for a living before we started dating. My job is my life.” He shrugged. 

“And there’s no room in that life for someone else.” Your lip quivered slightly. 

“I didn’t say that.” He dropped his arms to his sides. 

“You didn’t need to.” You whispered. “I don’t think this is going to work out, Spencer. I need more from a relationship than you can offer.” 

“No, don’t say that.” He whined. “Please, please don’t say that.” 

“I’m sorry.” You shrugged sadly. “I am crazy about you Spencer, but when I love someone I love them with my entire being, they become my whole world. And I have to be theirs too.” 

“You…you love me?” He gasped slightly, feeling his chest tighten. 

“Of course I do.” You sniffed. 

“I love you too, Y/N. You are my whole world.” He took a few steps towards you but you held your hands up to stop him coming too close.

“No, Spencer. The BAU is your whole world. I’m sorry, I have to go.” You moved past him hurriedly towards the front door. 

“Y/N, please don’t do this.” He tried to reach for you but you slipped by him. “Y/N!” 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You sobbed as you threw the door open and fled. 

Spencer stared at the closed door, eyes welling with tears. He stumbled a little, before collapsing on the couch. 

The walls of his apartment felt like they were closing in on him, making the already small room feel tinier under the weight of your absence. 

For a while these walls had started to feel like a home. But now you’d left it was nothing but bricks and mortar. 

***

One 

Months passed and you ignored every single one of Spencer’s phone calls. And he felt utterly lost without you. 

He threw himself into his work more so than ever, getting a little more invested in the Lynch case than he needed to. 

When he’d sent up the order for the cops to breach the house, his head hadn’t been clear and as such he hadn’t figured it out until it was too late. 

As the explosion sounded all around him and he flung backwards to the concrete, his mind was still awash with thoughts of you. 

And he’d know when he hit the floor, debris raining down around him. 

He’d known when he’d collapsed after returning to his apartment and started convulsing. 

He’d known when he’d woken up in hospital and you weren’t there by his bedside like he wished you were. 

He’d known when Emily came to visit him, exactly what he needed to do. 

“Hey, how are you feeling?” She smiled sadly at him as she meandered to his bed. 

“Kinda like I got blown up.” He shrugged. “I’m ok, or at least I will be. I, uh, I realised something. Just as the explosion went off and I was sent flying, I realised something.”

There was a calmness about him that Emily didn’t think she’d ever seen on him. He looked at peace, eerily content. 

She took hold of his hand, already knowing exactly what it was he was going to say. 

“You’re leaving the BAU, aren’t you?” She whispered. 

“How’d you know?” He cocked an eyebrow at her. 

“I just do.” She gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “You seem like a man who’s come to terms with a really hard decision, but one that you feel lighter for making.” 

“I hate it when you profile me.” He rolled his eyes playfully. 

“It’s not profiling, it’s just knowing my friends.” She chuckled. “So what’s her name?” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Don’t even think about lying to me, Reid. For a while you were happier than I’d ever seen you. And then the last few months you’ve been struggling. You met someone and presumably it ended because of the job? Now that’s profiling.” She smirked. 

“One of the many reasons I am not going to miss you guys.” He joked. “Her name is Y/N and you’re spot on. Emily, does it make me a complete idiot for giving up my life’s work for a shot at love?” 

“Not at all.” She was quick to answer. “You’ve been through a tremendous amount of trauma in your life, Spencer. It’s about time you got some sunshine after so many years of black clouds. As long as you think she’s worth it, it’s not stupid at all.” 

“She’s…” he sighed contentedly trying to think of the right way to word it and only coming up with one simple term to describe you. “She’s like coming home.” 

“I’m happy for you.” She gave his hand a final squeeze before letting go. “The doctor said you should be discharged tomorrow. I’ll make sure someone’s here to pick you up.” 

“Thanks Emily. I’ll bring my badge and firearm back once I’m back up on my feet.” 

“No rush. Get some rest.” She smiled as she left the room, already pulling her phone from her pocket and dialling a familiar number. 

Penelope Garcia answered on the second ring. 

“How is he?” She hurried to ask. 

“He’s good, on the mend.” Emily nodded to herself. “I need you to find a number for me Penelope and I need you to not ask me why.” 

***

The following day Spencer was discharged but no one had to come to his room for him. 

He dressed in the clean clothes JJ had dropped by last night and signed his hospital papers just as his phone chimed within an incoming text. 

📱 Emily Prentiss: Your ride is waiting for you out front. Time to go home. 

He frowned at the slightly cryptic message as a nurse came in with a wheelchair to take him downstairs. 

He tried to fight it but he didn’t have the energy and so, despite the fact it made him feel feeble, he allowed her to wheel him out. 

In the elevator, he sent a reply to Emily. 

📲 Any hints as to who I’m looking for?

No sooner had he hit send, a reply came in. 

📱 Emily Prentiss: Nope. All I’ll say is: you’re welcome. 

He didn’t have much time to dwell on it as soon the elevator reached the ground floor and he was being wheeled out into the parking lot. 

It was a good job he was sitting down because when he spotted you standing a little awkwardly by your car, his legs immediately started to tremble. 

You spotted him and offered him a shy wave as the nurse took him over. When they reached you, she helped him out of the chair and handed him his duffel bag but was soon leaving again. 

Spencer regarded you curiously as you toyed with your hands in obvious discomfort. 

“Emily called you.” He smiled apologetically at you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t ask her to.”

“I know, she said you had no idea and that you’d probably kick her ass if you did.” A smile played on your lips. “I can’t imagine you kicking anybody's ass.” 

“No, but I seem to continually getting mine kicked.” He gestured vaguely to his injuries. 

“She told me what happened. Are you ok?” Concern laced your words. 

“I will be.” He nodded. “I really am sorry she dragged you here. I can get a cab.”

“Spencer?” You stepped closer to him, gnawing on your lip. “Did you leave the BAU because of me?” 

“Yes.” He nodded. “I mean also, it was time. I’m getting older and I can’t keep winding up in hospital beds. But ultimately, losing you was worse than losing my job. And it might be too little too late but I am choosing you. If you’ll still have me.” 

You tilted your head to the side a little, reaching out your hands and taking hold of the lapels of his shirt. You took a second to just breathe him in, relish in the moment of being reunited with the only man you’d ever truly loved. 

“Spence, I have done nothing but miss you for months. I never expected you to quit the BAU, I just wanted to know you saw me as a priority. And I see now that you do. I love you and I am also choosing you.” 

“Oh thank god.” He breathed out heavily, chuckling as he did so. “I love you so much.”

With that you drew him closer by his collar and slammed your lips against his. His arms immediately wrapped around you, holding you close and afraid to ever let you go too far again. 

The kiss was tender and loving, all your feelings for one other being spoken silently against each other's lips. 

When you pulled back, he stroked back your hair and he was giving you the kind of smile that could light up the whole damn world.

“So where’d you wanna go, Doc? My place or yours?” 

“How about we go to my place? Only from now on we call it our place?” He knew it was soon, probably way too soon. He could have very well ruined things again before they had a chance to begin. “I tried to be so strong, but you see the cracks. My defence is gone. I want to take you home for good.” 

His house was just four walls. It wasn't a home unless you were there. 

Slowly your lips curled up into a smile, one that reached all the way to your eyes. 

“Sounds good to me.” You nodded, placing another chaste kiss to his lips. “Come take me home, Doc.” 

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[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (III)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and whatever prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWO is here and this is Part Three 💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off... Boy had a break down, stole a medical cot, took a nap. Bone Appetite. Oh yeah and maybe he made a friend. Maybe

Trigger warnings for: body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) | my awful attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

💚👻👽👻💚 

Sleeping in a puddle of your own fluids gets really gross after a while.

Danny grumbles quietly. Ew. It’s all…blood and plasma and goo and ectoplasm and various other nasty body liquids he doesn’t actually want to identify.

Gross. He’s soaked the mattress some too.

And he wants food. He can feel the empty cavern where his stomach ought to be rumble with wantwantwantwant. It makes his core whine—when his body is too damaged to be human, sometimes it treats itself as if being human is his obsession. He wants, because having human food and water and safety will make him more human again.

…Maybe he can snatch another one of those NastyRibs today. They’ve got meat. Protein.

Danny’s tail lashes as he considers going to the cafeteria again. But what if he gets lost? And loses his cot? It’s a nice cot. Much better than dirt and far superior to the container.

Maybe it is just smarter to go to sleep again? The more he explores, the more likely it is for someone to see him. To find him. To put him back in the container.

Danny presses closer to the cot mattress, his fluids squelching up around him. And what if the one thing finds him?! The thing he couldn’t bite?? That’s not safe! He can’t get picked up by it again! He can’t fight back! What if it crushes his core??

His curtain pulls back with a sharp skkkhsk of metal rings on metal bars. Danny bares his teeth and hisses, and—

—Oh. It’s the buzzing human again. Danny slowly lets his damaged muscles relax. It purrs in a language Danny can’t hear (did he lose his tiny ear bones??) very quickly and very pleased as it chats about something. Whatever. It’s not a threat and it’s a good distraction. Danny rolls onto his side so he can watch.

It makes a sad noise. Danny perks up. Why is it sad? Why would it—? BAGEL! Actually it doesn’t matter why the human is sad because it gives him a bagel. With cream cheese. Untoasted!!

Carbs go down sooooo smoothly. He doesn’t even get any crumbs stuck between his mostly-present teeth. It’s good. So good.

The buzzing human buzzes away, leaving Danny in a cloud of agitated air and a vague sense of concern. Concern? Did something happen?

The immature human voices come back. Danny perks up. They sound familiar, but they lack the vibrational quality of the buzzy human. It will be harder to tell what they want and where they are.

A face pokes past the curtain. Danny’s sight is too poor. He can’t recognize it. He hisses.

The buzzing child slides back in with a hvmmmmvm to put itself between Danny and the new face. Good. Bad, if the human gets hurt, but good that it doesn’t want Danny to get hurt either.

The new face doesn’t attack them either. It makes a long, drawn-out noise that Danny is mostly sure is a complaint or three, but the buzzing kid hops around, free and light, and zips off and zips back.

Danny peeks from under his arm.

Oooh. The new human has clean blankets. He does want those. Maybe they’ll sop up the fluids he’s sitting in. Now…will they offer them? Will Danny have to fight them for it?

His tail flickers. If they’re more like ghosts, he’ll have to fight. Danny doesn’t want to. They’re young humans. He might injure them without realizing. But he really wants those sheets. Maybe he could steal them very quickly…?

Danny doesn’t have much time to wonder though because he is snatched off the mattress??

He almost bites the buzzing human before he recognizes the buzzingbuzzingbuzzing under the skin of the human holding him in its grip. Why is he being held?! Is this a threat??

Is he going back to the container??

There are more young humans here suddenly, taking his bed and—hey! Taking his cot! They pull off the mattress, drag it off somewhere, and Danny won’t bite but he will phase through the arms of the small human and leave.

So he does.

It’s not comfortable to find another empty conference room and to hide there. But young humans are impatient.

They’ll leave Danny alone.

…eventually.

For now, though he’ll just hide his core under the table. It’s scratchy carpeting and hard wood on his sensitive core and he’s cranky and tired and he misses his cot.

If that red and blue thing tries to pick him up again, he’s going to bite him.

*

The hand that wakes him up is not the blue and red human this time.

Danny thinks it is, at first, and bites it as soon as he reforms. But this human yells and drops him, so it is not! Fantastic. Danny slides through the wall—

—And the human tugs him back into the conference room by his tail. Hello?! What?? Ow??????

Danny barely has time to bare his teeth before the whole world is spinning and moving fastfastfast and—

He plops onto his cot. Or. Danny is plopped onto his cot. He’s. On his cot?

The hell?

It’s. Danny sniffs. Pokes the mattress. There are new sheets on it. One layer underneath feels bouncy and tense, like it’s rubberized. But it’s his cot. Undoubtedly. It still sort of smells like all his juices rotting.

The buzzing human zips into the curtain that hides Danny’s cot. It and the new adult human start arguing. And then the adult starts buzzing.

Danny’s back is all tense and he doesn’t understand. Weird. Weird. Weird. Weeeird.

The adult goes away. Then Danny’s left with the younger buzzing human, and three strangers.

They’re so blurry. At least the humans that vibrate endlessly are red. The rest are a random mystery to him—splotches of warm reds and yellows on black, which is just dark enough to screw with his recently lacking depth perception. Fantastic.

Danny presses his face into the pillow.

His more-familiar-human buzzes off and is back in a flash—this time with a half-dozen different fancy breads.

They smell nice.

They look nice. Probably. Danny inches closer. There’s some spots of red, of blue. There’s probably fruits in them. Sugars, carbs—if there’s a lot of oils in them, that’s good for fats as well. Danny really needs the extra calories at the moment.

He almost goes for them. He does. But he doesn’t want to encourage that stupid picking-him-up behavior, so he leaves them be and pretends they’re not there, in the hopes that the young humans go away before he starts showing off his teeth about it.

The red human inches closer, and makes cunning little Don’t You Want It? noises. Danny’s neither a baby nor an idiot. He keeps a narrowed, half-formed eye out.

The buzzy human buzzes closer.

Danny stretches out his claws. A little twitch of pain and they solidify nice and sharp in the yellow light.

The buzzing human wisely takes a step back. And leaves the breads on the end of the cot.

Smart.

Danny doesn’t touch them until all four humans are long gone, their voices lost to the base. After that, though? Each pastry is gone in one bite.

Danny makes himself invisible, wishes for darkness, and he rests.

*

There’s more food on the end of his cot when Danny wakes up the next morning.

Granola bars. Dried fruits.

…Oatmeal.

It takes forever and makes his back and tail ache like crazy, but Danny swaps his cot with one of the other little cots in this large, medical wing. His aura flares in the hopes that he’ll cut out cameras, but who knows if it will actually works.

Of course, it would work on another ghost, hopefully, and warn them to Stay Away! I’m mean! if they wandered into his territory. But otherwise, who knows? Maybe Danny’s too sick to actually be scary.

Danny sleeps behind a new curtain that night.

He doesn’t like that things that remind him of the container are chasing him.

*

The red human buzzzzes back into his old cot space the next day. When it sees that Danny is gone, it cries.

Danny carefully makes himself invisible. Just in case.

The human buzzzzzes away and doesn’t come back for a moment, until it does, bringing back one of the darker human-shaped blobs. One talks, and then the other, their voices as chattery and annoying as when birds get upset with other birds.

More whining. More noise.

Danny rolls over, puts the pillow over his head, and pretends he doesn’t exist.

He doesn’t hear any footsteps. He doesn’t see the curtain jiggle. Danny thinks he sees feet poking out from behind his curtain, just the once, but he doesn’t—

Something touches his invisible form. Danny flinches back into visibility, and—shit. Shit. Shit. They’re touching him. They’re touching him on purpose.

He tries to go intangible. The hands slip through him, but it’s not enough; they know he’s hiding here now, and now something is going to come get him.

A hand brushes his core. Danny whines.

The hand. Stops. Pulls back. Something— it’s flesh-colored and soft and is held out for Danny to investigate.

Brown-black tears plop out of Danny’s sockets without warning.

…Oh. It’s a band-aid.

It’s. It’s so simple in its familiarity. It’s soft. It’s rubbery between his fingers. The little paper peel. The—its—

…It’s probably fine. If. If they’re bringing him a band-aid.

  Everything still hurts, but the background ache is easiest to bear when he sleeps it off, hour after hour of praying his body knits itself back together. He tries not to think about the things he’s lost. The physical, tangible flesh he’s lost. The brain matter. The organs. The…hopefully he hasn’t lost a limb, but he has a feeling chancing a transformation to look isn’t going to go well for his overall health and wellbeing.

Danny’s core keens. He wants Frostbite. He wants Mom and Dad. He wants Jazz. He wants someone to put him into a safe bed with ice packs and to bring him soft foods and to lay beside his core and purr and he wants someone to take care of him.

He wants someone to take care of him.

Danny needs someone to take care of him so badly.

…Danny drops his intangibility. Some of his body becomes borderline corporeal, even. He has no idea what he looks like or how bad the damage is exactly, but he hears a muffled gasp and an acute intensification in the buzzing, sharp and high and scared.

That’s not a proud, smug response. That’s not a mean, gleeful response.

Okay.

Maybe…Maybe Danny is actually safe here. Maybe this won’t hurt too.

Danny doesn’t remember everything, but he does end his session slathered in clear cream, wrapped in cloth bandages as well as two young humans can manage, and with a band-aid stuck against some cavernous hole in his forehead.

He’s even awarded a blueberry muffin for his bravery.

(Good for him.)

#Bart: AAAAAAAAAAAH HE'S LEAKING AAAAAAA #Bart: ROB. KON. HOW DO YOU BABY PROOF SHEETS??? #Tim: What? Why would you need to— #Tim: Oh shit. Uh. I think your friend's decomposing #Bart: I— THAT'S BAD. RIGHT?? THAT'S BAD?? #Tim + Kon: *shrug* #Wally: Hey. Bart. Would you like to explain this. *holds up extraterrestrial lifeform by the scruff* #Bart: NO THANK YOU :) THANK YOU FOR FINDING HIM *speeds off* #health and hybrids #dpxpdc #dcxdc #dp x dc #faer fic #dcu #dcu crossover #danny phantom #(almost forgot that one) #tw body horror #tw gore #tw medical #cryptid!AU #spooky lad

[akiyamanemu]

am not sure if the reqs are open or not and feel free to ignore this if you don't want to write it ! but can i ask for goo x reader where they send threatening messages to gun using an unknown number as a joke? sorry if my req is too long 😭💜💜 thank you in advance! have a nice day 💜

Unknown Numbers

Gun & Goo x Reader

Un= unknown number

Gun's cell phone vibrated wildly on the shelf when he woke up, there were some message notifications received from a number that wasn't registered.

UN: You bastard, do you think you can do what you want without paying for anything?!

UN: Walking around with that scarred face and those expensive clothes, you draw attention, I won't forget your face!

UN: I already organized everything to end your skinny ass!

Gun was still confused, sitting on the bed with his face crumpled from sleep and his vision blurred, his thoughts turned to who he had beaten that last week, for Gun it didn't make any sense any of those losers wanted to get revenge on him, not a would have enough strength for that.

He decided to ignore those messages while doing his morning activities, but that was unbearable, his phone glowed madly, more and more messages arrived one after the other, death threats that in the boy's view sounded ridiculous...

UN: You like to laugh at your opponents, you won't laugh when I smash your face into the asphalt!

UN: You bastard, answer me Park JongGun, you don't have the courage right?!

UN: I'll tell everyone that Park JongGun doesn't have the balls to respond to my threats.

UN: You're nothing but a shitty kid!

Gun: Look, you crazy person, I have no idea who you are, why am I going to answer you!?

UN: Look what we have here, this bastard decided to answer!

It was JongGun's only day off, he wanted to take the opportunity to relax, he had been thinking about that day for a while, and now there was some crazy person bothering him on his cell phone, he was starting to get really irritated with the situation.

UN: Your address is Street ×××××××××× isn't it?! I'm going there to end your race!

Gun: Hey you lunatic, how do you know my address?

UN: I have my contacts, you're not the only one with sources...

Gun's laughter echoed through the empty house as he picked up and threw the phone aside, only a few people knew about the location of Gun's house, his boss, the boss's daughter and his partner JoonGoo and Y/n...

It was obvious that there was only one person here who could piss Gun off to the bone, and he could take the test as easily as possible.

Gun: Hey Goo!

UN: There isn't even a Goo here!

UN: Stop trying to distract me!

It was definitely Goo, but before Gun could go to take the test his phone vibrated again, a second unknown number sent messages threatening him.

UN2: You will pay with your life JongGun...

UN2: My guys already know where you live, your hours are numbered...

Gun: Goo, it's no use changing your number, I already know it's you!!

Gun: Just let me have my break and I won't dump you later...

UN2: Who is Goo?? This is Sung from the Dirty Foot gang!

UN2: You're fucked in my hand! UN2: Your address leaked, we're going to get you and beat you up!

Gun was sitting on one of the gym equipment laughing, he could feel his stomach hurting, that wasn't possible, how could they be so ridiculous, Dirty Foot Gang?! Surely all their creativity had been used in that ridiculous name that's why the threats were so bad.

-Why are you laughing?! Goo entered the academy pretending to be unaware, right behind him you peeked at the curious door.

-Man, are you so ridiculous, Dirty Foot Gang? Gun took off his glasses, wiping his eyes with his fingertips.

-Hey, that was Y/n's idea... Goo laughed pulling you into the room.

-But it was your idea to use different numbers to pester him! You said crossing your arms as you glared at Goo.

-Okay, no matter whose idea it was, it was ridiculous, now you better do whatever I want for the rest of the day! Gun gave a scary smile.

The whole day continued with you doing the cleaning activities and Goo preparing food for Gun, while the two of you teased each other to pull another prank on Gun even though you knew he would never fall for anything else like that.

[Thanks for sending a request 💖, I can just imagine Y/n and Goo hiding in the corner laughing as they send messages]

#lookism #lookism headcanons #lookism x reader #x reader #lookism jonggun #lookism joongoo #gun & Goo

[writer59january13]

Everyone nose, I haint no otolaryngologist

Nonetheless this bard arse feels gratitude courtesy Laurence V. Cramer, D.O. without cerumen eye zing May 17th, 2022 'ere and thank dog guardian angels, who find me continually blessed regarding audiological sense to hear, whereby faculty sound waves

enter outer ear and travel through

a narrow passageway

called the ear canal,

which leads to the eardrum.

The eardrum vibrates

from incoming sound waves

and sends these vibrations

to three tiny bones in the middle ear.

These bones are called

the malleus, incus, and stapes

availing yours (us) truly to hear

such phenomena quite amaze zing listening to structures of silence on wing

and prayer grateful dead ring around the collar soundwaves, which analogously ping

pong with supreme functionality

and pleasantly and gloriously bring

audible world wide web despite my senescence, though

amazingly gracefully aging.

Vacuum suction instrument extracted waxy secretion

made up of dead skin cells and hair

that combine with discharge

from two different glands in case your not ad aware

allowing me to revel detecting auditory sounds particularly evening mating call of a distant dear

such simple pleasure + specialists magic touch who restore

bitta bing bitta bang receive little fanfare,

though gratitude prompts this Harris heir to wince as when Androcles pulled thorn

from out paw of lion ensconced in his lair

relief from short lived discomfort vis a vis insertion to probe with utmost care

once again restores ability to detect sounds far or near

sans glob of gelatinous goo aerates passage way to appease head of this papa bear

he roars like tony tiger with utmost delight,

which might easily be confused as a glare

ring against blockage wrought by ear wax wad

solid and heavenly to seat self and enjoy pleasure of sitting on angelic porcelain chair

expending maximum exertion

to expel obstructed waste within uranus jabbing little sphincter sphere

induces analogous painful defecation from constipated rear once either bound orifice freed from gob lit tee gook obstruction finds

writing glorious air

no more extreme muffled nor pearl jam fluid pressure in Eustachian tube

bring little relief analogous

experiencing swollen vein or

group of veins in anus aggravating hemorrhoids

pulled to the max and practically tear

ring until every last ounce of muscular might applied via primal screams filling the air

whence solid waste from body jettisoned on a par

with I reiterate above with different wording

caked brown blockage making this chap feel deaf and barely able to hear

when gooey resin from skin cells lining our outer ear canals

constituting tiny glands relieved from stopper like strikers at O’Hare

finally remedied from medical practitioner an absolute save e year

allowing Matthew Scott Harris, who

once again can exalt in life without a care.

[submissivekillers]

Could you do rivals to lovers headcanons with Venom and/or Yautja, please?

ah yes my second favorite relationship trope (the first favorite is friends to lovers bc i am a Soft Bitch™)

tw: mild violence/gore in the yautja section

ok you COULD be another symbiote or just your average mutant but honestly i think it’s so much funnier if you’re a completely mundane human. you took the last chocolate bar from Mrs. Chen’s store one night and now an eight-foot-tall goo alien has major beef with you

Eddie is So Sorry. he tries to talk Venom down but it only works like half the time. you’ll just be going about your day and then an alien jumps through your window ready to fight. he is So So Sorry please let him make it up to you (…maybe he could buy you a drink?)

also sometimes you’re a shithead and provoke them, which does not help with the whole rivalry thing

Venom: YOU AWFUL LITTLE SHIT. I COULD LITERALLY BITE YOUR HEAD OFF RIGHT NOW

you, staring them in the eye as you slowly unwrap a chocolate bar: so get rid of me, pussy

but then the dynamic Shifts 

Venom still bursts in at the most inconvenient times possible, you two still swap insults, but even when you’re using the filthiest language imaginable it starts to sound more like endearments. you start buying extra chocolate bars for their visits. Eddie bounces story ideas off you and Venom over takeout Chinese. whenever you mention that someone’s giving you trouble, the next day that person makes sure to give you a very wide berth

it comes to a head when Eddie sleeps over at your apartment one night - which has happened a couple times, since your place is way nicer then his bachelor-pad shitbox, but it’s the first time you’ve woken up to find him in bed with you

you’re spooning, your chest against his back, one of his hands loosely holding yours even though he’s fully asleep (and snoring fit to wake the dead, fwiw.) Venom’s wrapped around both of you, black tendrils curling around your intertwined hands and along your legs 

when you try to move away, they both complain; Eddie making a soft, sleepy noise of complaint as his fingers tighten their grip, and Venom’s rumble of “Stay.” vibrating through your bones 

you stay. within a week, the bachelor pad is up for sale

you get caught up in a hunt - maybe you’re a warrior, taken for some Youngblood to earn their stripes through your death, or maybe you’re just unlucky enough to end up in the wrong place at the wrong time, caught between the hunters and whatever creature they’ve taken it upon themselves to kill 

whatever the case, you prove strong, smart, and resourceful enough to survive the first few rounds of slaughter, though not without collecting a few bruises and new scars

there’s one Predator in particular who seems to have it out for you, and you for them - neither of you come out of the initial scuffles unmarred, you with a matched set of scars down your arm and them with a bullet in their side 

they start to follow you. you wake up to them lingering at your campsite, occasionally leaving food when you’ve had an unsuccessful day of hunting; when terrain gives out under your feet and threatens to send you crashing hundreds of feet below, they’re there to grab your wrist and toss you (literally) to safe ground you assume (correctly, at first) it’s because you’re their chosen prey; you don’t get to die unless by their hand

between the communication barrier, your (justified) suspicions, and the fact that the Yautja tends to have a very aggressive way of guiding you (i.e., stopping you from eating those poisonous berries by just. shooting the bush), it’s an uneasy partnership, but you can’t bring yourself to make the first move to break it. it seems like they can’t either 

another human tries to kill you. they almost succeed - you’re relaxing, your guard somewhat down now that you’re used to having a killing machine by your side 24/7, and fail to notice the laser sight fixed just above your ear. your Yautja is faster, and the spear ends up in their thigh instead of your skull, splattering blood across your face as they howl

you kill him together, your combat knife splitting his stomach and sending his guts spiraling to the ground as your Yautja hefts him by the throat, and after they fling the empty body away they fall too

you’re aware by that point that you trust them, even like them - but it’s not until you’re frantically bandaging their leg that you realize how much you don’t want them to die

as soon as they wake up and find you next to them, tears in your eyes and dried blood on your hands, the tension snaps; they pin you down and take you amidst the gore, mandibles sinking into your shoulder while you claw neon green trails down their back 

when the new hunting party arrives, you leave together

#venom x reader #eddie brock x reader #yautja x reader #predator x reader #eddie brock is the little spoon and i will Not be taking arguments thank u very much

[amitlee]

Could you do 12 with lee Eret!? It’s fine if not I just haven’t seen a lot with Eret!

So crazy story, I had started writing down my ideas for thoes promts and I had lee Eret down for this one, so I am stoked to do this!

12. “Why are you wearing a crop top?”

Summary: There is one person Eret goes to when he is in a certain mood, maybe a tag team wouldn’t be so bad.

Lee!Eret Ler!BBH

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The sun rose, bringing another morning across the Dream SMP. It was a beautifully average day, the cows were mooing, bees were buzzing, and children were screaming. Eret awoke in his castle, he decided that he would go out on the server today. He dressed in his normal pants and royal mantle but exchanged his shirt for a nice crop top. Eret was not known for having lee moods, he was highly revered as King and was seen as neutral if not leaning Ler.

For this very reason, when he had lee moods there was one person he would go to, BadBoyHalo. Bad was trustworthy, kind, and could be absolutely ruthless.

So here he was, taking a nice stroll to the Badlands in search of his friend. As he was walking he mind wondered what the next half an hour or so of his life entailed; did he want a soft or rough wrecking? Did he want to be wrecked at all? He sighed, he had always been rather indecisive.

“Eret, hey!”

Eret was pulled from his thoughts as he heard the voice of the very man he was looking for.

“Bad, it’s good to see you! How have you been?” Keeping it casual, maybe he’ll just take the hint.

“Not to shabby, and you? I like the shirt by the way, is it just for fun or does it mean something?” The question was innocent and paired with an interested smile.

“I’ve been- uh- good. The shirt! Yeah, I like it too! It could be taken in many ways, I just- I just like it kinda.” The regal fumbled over his words and began to figit as his felt his face flush.

The interested smile changed to a look of concern and amusement, “Kinda? Is everything alright?” Bad asked, he put a hand on the smaller man’s shoulder.

Screw Bad and always being so nice. Eret knew there was no way to dampen his blush by now. “Y-yeah Bad I’m finE-“ he squeaked in suprise at the contact. “Ya know... there is this thing we do sometimes and I might be in a certain mood for it maybe.”

“Ohhh, you silly muffin! Is that why you got all flustered-awww! Go ahead and ask for me please.” He could be ruthless. Bad knew how much teasing affected Eret and he intended to start early!

“Bad- I- can we- you... Bad this is so mean.”

“Mean?! This is adorable!! You are adorable! You know what, screw it.” Bad threw Eret over his shoulder and began to walk back to his and Skeppy’s house. (Just a reminder, Bad is canonically 9 foot something so this is physically possible and not too awkward. Ok sorry! Amity out✌️)

Eret yelped at being tossed like a sack of potatoes, he didn’t really mind though. Bad always walked with a pep in his step, so he was jolted around a little, only adding to the playful and giggly atmosphere.

“We’re going to have so much fun, do you have anything particular in mind? I know you couldn’t ask for it, cutie, but can you push me in the right direction?” They approached his house fairly quickly because of Bad’s long ass legs and Eret could feel butterflies erupt in his stomach, he was already feeling giddy.

“Uhum I just want to be wrecked please...” His voice trailed off towards the end of the sentence and went completely limp in Bad’s arms.

“Aww, you really are adorable. Don’t worry little lee, we’re here!” Bad gently dropped Eret on the bed and took a second to appreciate him. From his pink cheeks and and crop top to things you couldn’t physically see, Bad was truely honored that he held Eret’s trust.

Bad sat on Eret’s thighs and put the man’s hands above his head, “these-“ he gestured to his hands, “-stay right here, ok?” He let his own hands rest on Eret’s sides.

Eret flinched as his arms were guided above him, giggles filled his chest, barley being held in. “Yep!” He cleared his throat, “Yep! That’s goo-great with me.”

And so it began. Bad let his fingers spider from Eret’s lower sides to his upper ribs, throwing random pokes in occasionally. He watched as Eret fell into titters. Gradually he upped the pace until Eret graduated from titters to light laughter.

“Not many people know this Eret but I actually am quite the musician. Now, I wouldn’t call myself a Wilbur, but I’ve always been rather good at the piano. Do you know what is similar to a piano?” Bad watched fondly as the King registered his question and spoke through his giggles.

“Whahahat is lihike a piahaha- a piano?” Eret couldn’t meet his friend’s gaze, but he genuinely pondered the question. He didn’t see how music was relevant to this situation, but Bad never ceased to make fun little conections.

BadBoyHalo giggled and replied “Ribs!” He skittered his fingers under the crop top to vibrate his fingers into Eret’s ribs, making him throw his head back and struggle to hold up his arms. “The bones are like the keys and you make the music! There are many different ways to tickle tickle tickle ribs as well, so they can make many different noises.”

Eret snorted amidst his laughter when Bad dug between his ribs, keeping it light but still firm. When Bad lighted to scratching both sides of the ribs instead, he was rewarded with high pitch giggles and much more squirming.

“Hmm... Do you think raspberries would work well, Piano?”

Eret closed his eyes and shook his head, “Nohoho! You dohohon’t play piahahanos like thahat Bad! Whahat kind of muhuhusician are yohuhu?” He couldn’t help but be a little cheeky.

Bad gasped and stilled his fingers. “Now that, mister, was just uncalled for. I invite you into my home and give you the tickles you desire and this is the thanks I get? I don’t think so.” Bad resumed the action of his hands at Eret’s ribs and took a deep breath before blowing a raspberry on Eret’s belly.

“W-What... Bahahad wait! WahahaIIIT NOHOHO!” Eret all but dissolved into the mattress as two spots were targeted at once. His laughter peaking for a moment before calming slightly. He was about to speak again when Bad drew in another breath and blew another raspberry, this time shaking his head into the smaller man’s stomach. Eret cut himself off with a squeal and dropped his arms down to push at Bad’s shoulders.

Bad raised his head and slowed his hands until his pointer fingers were tracing shapes onto the skin. “Eret. Thoes aren’t your arms not being where they’re supposed to be, right?”

Eret drew in a breath to respond, “I-“

“Because if they are... well, I’m sure you know what happens when people break the rules.” Bad willed his voice to drop and held eye contact with Eret.

“Whahat happens?” Eret asked through giggles.

Bad leaned in to whisper in his lee’s ear, “They. Get. Punished.” He emphasized his words with pokes to Eret’s stomach, he gathered Eret’s hands in one of his own and pinned them back to the bed. When he finished he leaned back to his original position and blew series of small, well calculated raspberries on Eret’s stomach and ribs, leaving his free hand to scritch and spider the other’s armpits.

Eret borderline screamed as his squirming began anew. His armpits had always been a weak spot, abb bed combined with raspberries on two spots! It was very tickly. He let laughter overtake him as he basked in the sensation for a few moments.

“Bad? Eret? What’s going on?” Skeppy had gotten back to his and Bad’s shared home to the sound of screeches and immediately rushed towards the source.

Eret’s blush darkened significantly, especially when Bad didn’t lower the intensity of his tickles.

“Oh, hi Skep! Sorry, I had a situation to deal with. Well Eret, don’t be rude, say hello to Skeppy.” He blew another raspberry, “Or better yet, why don’t you tell him what’s going on, if you’re comfortable. Answer him this, why are you wearing a crop top?” Bad looked over Eret for signs he was uncomfortable. All he found was a flustered, giggly, content person. So he continued.

Skeppy leaned closer, “Is he? Awww!”

Bad giggled again and released Eret’s hands to be able to squeeze and pinch his thighs while keeping his other hand teasing the man’s upper ribs, now attacking two of Eret’s most ticklish spots. “At least say hello~”

“WAHAHA- I WANTED TIHIHICKLES! BAHAHAD PLEHEHEHEASE!” Eret squeezed his eyes shut again, he knew he was reaching his limit even though he was enjoying every second of it.

Bad slowed his hands so he was rubbing away the ghost tingles. “And there we go, I never would have guessed!” He teased.

Skeppy got onto the bed with his two close friends and properly greeted the guest “Hello Eret! Good to see you again!” They both smiled and exchanged small talk for a while until Bad sat up.

“Ok everyone, cuddle-pile! Get in here you two, this is triple the aftercare for the brave one who took all those tickles like an absolute champ!”

And so everyone cuddled close, regained strength, and promptly took a nap.

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Whew! That took a while on my end, sorry about that by the way. I have another fic on the way! I’m still in a big dumb mood so it will probably take me a day or two!

As always, thank you so much for the ask and for reading my things! I love you all and have a great day💕❤️

#tickle fic #mcyt tickle fic #mcyt tickle #lee!Eret #Ler!bbh #Ler!badboyhalo #tickleask #tickleprompt #dsmp tickle fic

[ticklygiggles]

It’s not coal! | UshiDai

Merry belated Christmas, @ragewerthers

Oh my goodness, I can’t write fastly. BUT I hope you enjoy this little gift, my friend! I hope you had a lovely Christimas and I hope next year comes with nothing but goos things for you and I hope we can still talk about our sweet boys together and daily life matters! I hope you enjoy this!!

Words: 2k

Summary: Daichi finds a terribly upset Ushijima when he arrives from work. The reason? He’s not sure, but there’s coal in a tray?

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"I am back!" Daichi announced, letting out a pleased sight when the warmth of his home protected him from the freezing cold outside. He stepped out of his shoes,(making sure to leave them perfectly lined because he didn’t want to get scolded), and frowned when he didn’t hear an answer.

“Toshi?” He asked as he walked into the living room. “Are you home?”

“Welcome back. I’m here,” Ushijima answered and Daichi beamed when he saw him sitting on the couch. 

“There you are! Are you alright? What are you doing- what are those… pieces of coal?” He asked, frowning again when he approached Ushijima and found him staring at a tray with coal in it. 

He was surprised when Ushijima gasped and turned his head to look at him with the most offended expression ever. Daichi instinctively raised his hands in defense. 

“They’re not coal! They’re… they’re Christmas cookies…”

"What?” Daichi tilted his head to the side as he looked at the… Christmas cookies. “They don't look like cookies…”

"Now, stop being so mean.”

"No no! I'm sorry," he chuckled softly. "It's not that, it's just that... You're good at cooking, how did this happen?"

"Well..." A bright smile spreaded over Daichi's lips when a pink blush crept up Ushijima’s cheeks. "Earlier... you and me were messaging and I got... too distracted and didn't hear the oven, so they burned,” he explained sheepishly, avoiding eye contact with Daichi.

"Is it my fault now?” He teased playfully as he sat down beside Ushijima and grabbed his hand. "C'mere," he mumbled and gently pulled at Ushijima's hands, inviting him to place himself into his lap. 

Ushijima blushed softly and Daichi smiled softly when Wakatoshi allowed him to manhandle him a little until he was straddling Daichi's lap: his hands over Daichi's shoulders. 

Daichi wrapped his arms around Ushijima’s waist and looked up at him with a smile, his nose nuzzling against Ushijima's. 

"It was not. I was the one distracted,” Ushijima said with a little sight.

“Are you sad?”

“Mn. I wanted to surprise you.”

“Oh?” Daichi raised a curious eyebrow. 

“Yesterday night, you said that you missed your mom making christmas cookies for you, so I thought… I could make some for you, but they didn’t turn out well.”

Daichi blinked a couple of times, trying to digest what Ushijima just said to him. He almost didn’t remember he said that the night before while they were watching a Christmas movie and a lady was baking cookies. Daichi probably forgot about it as soon as he said it, but Ushijima… he not only remembered it but also tried to bring Daichi’s happy memories back to life by making cookies for him. 

He just couldn’t understand how people, (even himself back in time), could think that Ushijima was a heartless person - Daichi thought that, in fact, Ushijima had the biggest of hearts, ever and Daichi’s own heart soared with happiness at the thought of they being a couple and that he had the chance to love, love, love him so much, so tenderly.

“Oh, Toshi.” He swore Ushijima’s lip was puckered out just a little bit in a tiny pout. “You’re so good to me,” he said tenderly, stealing a kiss to Ushijima’s lips. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. They didn’t turn out well,” Ushijima said with sad eyes and even though Daichi felt his heart clenching at how much this affected his lover, he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at how adorable he looked. 

“Don’t say that,” he mumbled, kissing the corner of Ushijima’s mouth. “I can definitely eat those coal piec- those cookies.”

“Don’t tease me!” Ushijima said and Daichi laughed softly. 

“I’m joking, Toshi,” he chuckled with a playful smile as he kissed the little frown forming between Ushijima’s eyebrows. “Don’t be so upset, love. It makes me feel so happy that you tried doing this because you knew they meant something to me. I love you so much.”

He kissed Ushijima’s lips again, lingering a little longer when he felt him relaxing between his arms, even moving his hands to cup Daichi’s cheeks and gently angle his head just the way they both liked it, to kiss him a little deeper. 

When they pulled apart, they were a little breathless and Daichi smiled warmly when he saw Ushijima’s dazed eyes staring back at him. It made his heart flutter to know that Ushijima loved kissing so much, he always had that dizzy expression on him whenever they kissed and it was one of the many things that Daichi loved about him.

Ushijima looked relaxed now, blushy and soft, so Daichi thought that he was feeling better now, but he suddenly turned his head to look at the cookies laying in their little table and sadness filled his eyes again. 

Daichi shook his head as he purred a desaprovatory sound, making Ushijima look back at him; Daichi processed to kiss Ushijima’s cheeks, his lips and nose, and then started to pepper tiny kisses all over his face and he smiled brightly when he felt Ushijima’s lips curling in a soft smile. 

“Hmm? Do I see a smile?” He said, nuzzling Ushijima’s cheek with his nose. 

“No,” was the stubborn answer and Ushijima moved his head to hide his face against Daichi’s neck. "It's a little ticklish," Ushijima admitted and Daichi smiled brightly, leaning against the back of the couch and pressing Ushijima against his chest. 

"Oh? Is it?" He asked softly. "It made you smile, though. Maybe I should tickle you so you're not sad anymore?"

He felt Ushijima tensing and slowly, almost scared of Daichi attacking him, raised his head to look at him. "D-Don't you dare," Ushijima warned him.

Daichi could only smile even more at seeing the corners of Ushijima's mouth trembling, trying to hold back a nervous smile. "Okay, fine. Are you not upset anymore?"

"I am," Ushijima admitted immediately. "I really wanted to make you happy a-ahahahaand- ahahaha wait!" 

Daichi was a bit surprised when he felt Ushijima’s hands grabbing his shoulders, pushing at him softly as he threw his head back with a loud, bright giggle when Daichi’s warm fingers started tracing his lower back. 

“Oh, now you’re smiling!” Daichi said, laughing softly at seeing Ushijima’s cheeks turning pink as his fingers scribbled at his lower back, fingertips fluttering too close to his sides, making Ushijima shiver.

Ushijima squeaked, one hand moving up to cover his mouth. “N-Nohohot tihihihickling! Lehehehet me be sahahahad!” He giggled out, trying to arch against Daichi to escape the light tickling. 

“What! No! I don’t like seeing you sad, it makes me sad too,” Daichi said, pouting for only a few seconds before grinning at his laughing boyfriend. 

He pulled out one hand from under Ushijima’s shirt to gently remove Wakatoshi’s hand away from his mouth. “Don’t cover it, I want to see you’re not pouting anymore.”

“I wahahasn’t pouting,” Ushijima said, giggling softly at just one hand tickling his back. “I just… I really wanted to surprise you,” he said and Daichi’s eyes softened when Ushijima pouted again, that sad look taking over his features one more time.

It really pained him to see him so sad over something like that, but it made his heart swell to know that Ushijima was trying his best to make him happy. So, it was his duty to make his lovely boyfriend see that Daichi appreciated the gesture, but first…

“N-Nohohoho!” More surprised giggles escaped Ushijima’s mouth as Daichi started to squeeze up and down his sides, making him spasm and squeal.

“I think I’ll have to tickle you until you stop being upset, Wakatoshi,” Daichi said, grinning widely as he clawed up Ushijima’s sides toward his ribs. 

This action made Ushijima let out a high pitched squeak as his attempts to get away became more desperate. 

Daichi laughed, having trouble keeping Ushijima pinned against him. "What's wrong? Could it be that I'm close to a sensitive spot?" He teased, his fingers moving dangerously close to Ushijima's lower ribs. "Are you still upset?" He asked, stopping just one centimeter away from Ushijima's ribs. 

Ushijima shivered heavily and he giggled nervously as he tried to catch his breath. "A- A little…" he said sincerely, his eyes flickering to where the pieces of co- the cookies were.

"Okay, then we'll have to go the hard way," Daichi said, holding Ushijima's waist and gently pushing him against the couch, his body pinning Ushijima down. 

"D-Daichi? Daichi, I thinkAHAHAHA!" Ushijima let out a sudden cackle when Daichi's fingers found his lower ribs and his thumbs started to massage deep and gentle circles against the sensitive bones. 

Ushijima arched his back up as his legs kicked out. He tried to grab Daichi's hands, but Daichi easily grabbed one of his wrists and pinned it over his head. 

"Oh no," Daichi teased. "Wakatoshi is all exposed now!" He purred, his free hand vibrating against Ushijima’s lower ribs and easily shooing away Wakatoshi’s hand trying to protect himself. “What to do!”

Daichi giggled when Ushijima shook his head, his hand weakly trying to save his poor ribs from his evil fingers, but he was already growing weak and his laughter was getting louder and louder as he squirmed and jolted every time Daichi found a sensitive spot along his ribs, making Ushijima shriek when he focused there for too long. 

“CHAHAHANGE- chahahange spohohahahats!” Ushijima begged, feeling his mind going fuzzy by the intense sensation over his ribs. 

Daichi laughed as his fingers slowed down to let Ushijima catch his breath. “Change spots? To where? Here?” He asked and his hand immediately moved up to wiggle against Ushijima’s armpit. 

Ushijima gasped and widened his eyes before tightly shutting them as he threw back his head. “NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!” He laughed with the loudest of belly laughs, his back arching off the couch and up against Daichi.

“Oh? Did I find a good spot?” Daichi asked, totally aware that that was Ushijima’s ultimate worst spot. “And what do you mean ‘not there’? Didn’t you ask me to move away from your ribs?”

Ushijima nodded because he did, but he didn’t think Daichi was going to be a butt and move to attack his exposed under arm!

“It- Ihihihit tihihickles t-too muhuhahahach!” He laughs hysterically.

“I bet it does, I’m sure it will make you stop being upset, don’t you think?” 

Ushijima could only shake his head back and forth, feeling the electrifying sensation spreading to his ribs as Daichi started to vibrate the tips of his fingers against Ushijima’s armpit. 

“Ohmygahahahahad! Anywheheehahaha! Anyw-wehere but THEHEHERE!” He begged, weakly pulling at his trapped arm and trying to cover his underarm with his free hand. 

“Anywhere but here? But I like this spot and look how exposed it is! Your armpit must like getting tickled by me, right Toshi?”

“Nahahaht thahahat!” Wakatoshi howled with hysterical laughter as those fingers kept vibrating against his poor underarm.

“Are you still upset?”

Ushijima nodded as his laughter became a little wheezy.

“What? Are you lying because you want me to keep tickling you?” He teased, but then his big grin freezed when Ushijima’s face turned a bright shade of red after hearing Daichi’s words.

So.. he did like it?

“Oops,” he chuckled softly as Ushijima’s laughter finally became silent and he could only hear soft snorts burning in the back of his nose. “I think that’s enough.”

Daichi stopped painfully slowly, until he was just lightly brushing his fingers over Ushijima’s armpit and he was giggling hysterically. 

“I’ll ask one more time, Toshi,” Daichi mumbled with a bright smile. “Are you upset?” 

Wakatoshi shook his head, still unable to talk as the soft tickling to his armpits kept driving him crazy. 

“Oh, good! Then I think it worked!” Daichi said excitedly as he stopped his assault and let go of Ushijima’s wrists. “Too tired?” He asked, when Ushijima didn’t lower his arm immediately.

“Y-You ahahare ehehevil,” Ushijima giggled breathlessly, tears of laughter clinging to his lashes, eyes half closed, a little sleepy, a pink blush covering his cheeks and a lazy smile playing at his lips. 

He looked extremely beautiful and Daichi could only look at him with nothing but adoration.

“I love you,” he whispered and he almost didn’t see the blush spreading across Ushijima’s cheeks as he leaned down to capture his lips in a kiss. 

“Tell you what,” Daichi said after they pulled apart, his nose nuzzling against Ushijima’s. “What about we both try to make some cookies together, hmm?” He smiled brightly, a playful glint in his eyes.

Ushijima smiled back at him, almost stealing Daichi’s breath away. “Sounds good.”

Daichi giggled softly. “Good, but first-” he leaned down to kiss Ushijima again and Ushijima wrapped his arms around Daichi’s neck, bringing him close until their teeth were clashing against each other and Daichi pressed a knee between Ushijima’s legs and the baking had to be done later on, after a warm bath and playful pokes and squeezes here and there.

And now, every time Daichi looked at Christmas cookies, he could only think about Ushijima’s pouty face and his laughter echoing around their home, and that was also a good memory to keep forever.

#Haikyuu!! #UshiDai #Ushijima Wakatoshi #Sawamura Daichi #ticklish!Ushijima #MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!!

[gakipper-fr]

"What's the difference between necromancy and half-dying again?" Kyle asked. She looked into the alchemist and necromancer's cauldron. A blood-red mixture was bubbling softly as the tall man used his magic on it.

"Half-dying is mostly dying. Necromancy is more like half-living. But it can be a matter of glass half-empty or half-full! I'm a necromancer, a natural optimist." Napoleon grinned. His half-living juice kept bubbling in the cauldron. He hummed to some sweet tunes as he stirred the thing with magic, making circles with his hand above the liquid. His alchemy circle started glimmering in an eerie emerald glow. "Almost there !" The Skydancer bounced on her feet with excitement. It was so thrilling! Necromancy for the sake of archaeology! Amazing! Napoleon's cuffs and earrings started vibrating, the green light becoming as strong as ever. "There we go. Toss the bones, babe!" She screamed with eagerness, and dumped some old osseous fragments into the brew. The thing started boiling like crazy, thickening and taking shape. The Guardian lifted his hands above the whole thing, using his powers to pull a silhouette above the pot. The silhouette started developing a more defined shape. An Imperial dragon. It screamed as its scales started growing, right before Napoleon let go of the whole thing. The silhouette lost its consistency, came back to red-ish goo and slumped back into the cauldron. "Got it." The archaeologist noted the observation down into her research notebook. "That's some accurate identification from such shitty fragments for you!" She chirped with satisfaction. The Guardian laughed loudly as he emptied the kettle on the ground. "Kyyyyle! I love doing science with you. So peculiar! So unique! Necromancy used as an archaeological mean to identify remains, you're so creative and smart, girl!" He applauded. "No no, sweetie, I'm the one thanking you! Thanks for lending me your power for this experiment! It was fun, thrilling, and a great asset for my research." She stroked his broad shoulder as he snickered and leaned toward her. "Don't mention it, 'was tons of fun. I'm glad my craft can be useful to our dearest scholars! Half-living things and necromancy made even cooler than they already were."

#flight rising writing #fr writing #i love them so much they're the embodiement of chaos

[jooniperhun]

he says (m.)

rating: M. for mature. as in 18+

word count: 1.6k

pairing: sub!seokjin x dom!fem!reader

warnings: sub!jin, power play/dynamics, choking kink, neck kink, hand kink, toys, anal play, some grinding, overstimulation, nipple play, very little degradation, fingering, unprotected sex (plsss wrap it before you tap it!), just overall playing with your pretty little toy

summary: seokjin’s favorite body part of yours are your hands. ‘they’re very pretty,’ he says.  

he says that you’re very pretty while he stares at your hands, the swallow lodged in his throat.

already, there’s a slight tremor to his body as he unconsciously begins leaning towards you, pleasure nipping tauntingly at him.

‘did baby have a hard day?’ you coo, raising your hand and stroking the soft skin of his flushed cheeks. 

the pink slowly deepens and creeps down his neck, taking refuge behind the thin, loose t-shirt that barely clings to his shoulders. but you know just how far that blush really travels, eating up the skin on his chest and branching down further to his sweet, weeping cock.

his eyes attempt to remain on the other hand resting on his thigh, but your suddenly harsh grip smushes his lips between his cheeks as you force his gaze to your own. 

already, his eyes are hazy.

seokjin is so, so pretty that you just want to eat him all up sometimes. 

you slide your hand up the meat of his thigh and shy away from where the apex of his legs meet, avoiding the bulge already there and ghosting around his side to skim right back down his back.

his eyes flutter as he shivers, beginning to drool a little from the way that your hand still firmly grips around his jaw.

you lean in closer to him, brushing your lips over his face to whisper in his ear, ‘have you been a good boy for me, jinnie?’ 

hesitantly, he nods. you release his face and glide your fingers up to tangle in his hair, pulling at his roots and forcing his head back to put his neck on display.

you shift slightly to accommodate this new position, jin’s heart picking up speed in excitement all the while.

the bruises from days before have almost faded completely. laving your tongue across his jugular, you begin to correct that.

beneath you, jin releases a quiet whimper, straining his neck closer to your lips. he wants you to bite him - hard.

you suck small, red bruises across the column of his throat, ensuring that each bite is sharp but brief. 

the sensation travels down to his cock and it twitches in response. his hips begin to buck up as he spreads his legs and wraps them around your hips, grinding his aching cock into the soft flesh of your stomach.

‘show me how good you’ve been, baby.’ you softly croon against his darkening skin. he groans as you slacken your hold on him, sliding his legs back onto the couch cushions and reaching down to pull his shorts off. 

he doesn’t wear anything underneath them. his cock, thick and swollen so red that it almost looks purple, slaps against his stomach, smearing the fabric there with pre-cum leaking from the tip.

you hiss at the sight, pleased.

‘poor baby. that looks like it hurts.’ you hover your hands above where it rests, very lightly grazing it in intervals to tease him. he releases broken whimpers as you just sit there and stare at it, needy but knowing that he’s not allowed to touch himself until you say so.

you leave his cock as it is and roughly order him to turn around, the fat globes of his ass meeting you when he does. nestled between his cheeks is a small, pink diamond. you coo when you see it, poking it gently and feeling the gentle vibrations running over the digit.

‘oh, jinnie..’ you breath, grabbing at his ass and digging your nails in deep. your little pain slut pushes back against your hold, craving the delicious nip of pain you bring him. ‘for the entire day?’ you ask, giddy that he did follow your orders and unable to mask it.

‘yes, ma’am.’ he whispers back, flushing in delight at your hum of approval.

you know that he can’t cum just from prostate stimulation.

he swallows harshly as you turn him back around and climb on top of his lap, hiking your skirt up and pinning his legs to the couch. he’s trapped between you and the soft, plush back of the couch. 

you run your hands beneath his shirt and smooth them over the flat of his belly, travelling up to meet his nipples. each flick makes a new gasp tumble from his throat. you capture his lips with your own and scooch forward to press your crotches together, harshly grinding your soaked panties onto the bare flesh of his cock the way he likes.

the friction is magnificent, and with the way your tongue is down his throat, your teeth are at his lips, your hands are at his nipples, and the vibrator is at his prostate, jin is all too close to cumming.

knowing his tells all too well with the way that his moans begin to louden, you pull away from him altogether, a thin, wispy string of spit and the pressure of your thick thighs on top of his the only thing connecting you together. 

‘not until i say so.’ you say sternly, and you tug his fingers into your panties.

he moans again when he feels how wet you are, parsing his fingers along your slippery lips. you jolt when he lightly grazes your clit and begins circling it. the pleasure that runs through you almost makes you leave him to it, but you quickly come to your senses and grasp his wrists.

‘did i tell you to do that?’ you ask, glaring into his blown out eyes. 

‘no ma-’ he begins to whimper, until you suddenly shove three digits down his throat. the muscles in his throat contract as he immediately gags, and he struggles to focus his teary gaze back onto you at the punishment. it’s almost, almost what he needs.

you slip his own fingers into your contracting hole while he begins to recover, grinding on them and telling him to stay still like the good little toy that he is. the harder he sucks on your fingers, the wetter and tighter you clench around him. his palm acts as the perfect thing to rub your clit against. 

the whole while, you do nothing to touch his aching, weeping cock.

as the pleasure begins to flood you and your release nears, you slip his fingers out of you, postponing the hazy state the you were entering. keeping your panties slid to the side, you steady jin’s cock and slowly begin to impale yourself on his length.

the feeling of your walls slowly stretching out around his thickness brought you almost unbearable bliss, but it was jin who had the hardest time keeping it together. his lips tightened against your digits as he concentrated on not thrusting up into you, the vibrator in his ass still buzzing away.

once you had taken him all the way to the hilt, you slid your wettened fingers down and wrapped them around his throat. this position has his pretty, pink cock stuffed deep within you. a few thrusts had the tip crushing against your g-spot and your clit making friction against his stomach.

you finally applied pressure to your hold on jin’s throat, and all of jin’s control over his need to cum slipped away. he had been teetering at the edge for so long that he didn’t even think of the consequences of releasing without your permission.

it was when you squeezed around him particularly tightly, goading him into disobeying you, that his moans became louder and his cock began to twitch. that final burst of pleasure had his vision going white and his hearing going out as his body tingled all over.

it felt like he was cumming forever. 

you choked him even tighter as you darkly chuckled, feeling him filling you up and rutting even faster against him. ‘you dirty little slut,’ you gasped as your own orgasm began to creep up on you. ‘who told you to cum?’ with his restricted breathing and dazed state, jin could barely answer.

‘i-i’m s’ry mmmm’ he groaned incoherently, oversensitivity beginning to creep at the base of his spine, ‘felll too goo.’

his slurred words and fucked out expression had you grinning meanly in satisfaction. 

‘mmm hurss so goooo-’ he blearily moaned, weakly gripping at the couch cushions. his head would have rolled to the side if you didn’t have a hold on his neck.

‘ah!’ you breathed as your hips began to stutter, your orgasm swelling then crashing over you like a wave. at the feeling of you clenching even tighter over his cock and the feeling of the vibrator still buzzing at his prostate, jin came again.

your breathing was heavy as you felt all of your fluids running down your thighs and dripping onto his lap. some even puddled on the cushion beneath you, slowly getting absorbed and quickly becoming future you’s problem.

as you let his neck go and let his cock slide out of you, jin listed to the side. every single bone in his body was relaxed. you kissed him on his plump cheek and softly tweaked his nose.

‘you can’t sleep here, baby,’ you smiled down at him.

he reached up and held your hands within his own. ‘i really love your hands,’ he said, bringing each one to his lips to sleepily kiss.

‘you’re such a sweetheart.’ you lovingly mumbled back.

i’d give you the world if i could, is what you didn’t say.

notes: t’was my first smut, please be gentle LMFAO. i really didn’t know where i was going with this, but i felt that jin needed some lovin’ on this app so here i am, giving it to him. this is the part where i make a masterlist, lol. this ended up longer than intended (it was supposed to be a 500 word drabble, hence the formatting), whoops. but i guess it now counts as a one-shot? dropping this at 3 am when you have a 10 am??? really shouldn’t be me, but whoever said i was a responsible adult?

#reader x seokjin #seokjin smut #jin smut #jin x reader #power dynamics #sub!jin #sub!seokjin #dom!reader #soft dom!reader #wait does this count as soft domming? #fem!reader

[cutiepisenpai]

Kinktober 2020 Day 8

Spencer Reid X F!Reader (2nd person POV)

Warnings: Smut of course, nipple play, toys, blindfolds, hand jobs. 

You hear the shower turn on and start grabbing all the stuff you will need for the night. You gather everything, setting them neatly on the bed. You pull the chair out from the corner bringing it closer to the center of the room and sit back down waiting for Spencer. Hearing the shower turn off you become impatient shaking your leg as you wait. Finally Spencer emerges steam flowing out the room as he walks out drying his hair with a towel wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his lower half. You beam a bright smile at him, "Hi". "Hello.." He says as he takes in the sight before him, "You have something planned?" He asks. "Yes so long as you are okay with it." "What did you have in mind?" You unravel the satin blindfold draping it over your hand, "Well for starters you'll need to be wearing this." You hold your arm out in front of you presenting the blindfold to him. He walks over to you taking the blindfold between two fingers looking over to the assortment of toys, clamps, feathers, and flogs. "You're prepared." He says, taking a step back and sitting in the chair you moved. "So are you okay with this?" You ask and he nods in response. "No I need to hear the words. Are you okay with this?" You say not moving any closer. "Yes, my love I trust you." Spencer says. You smile walking over to him leaning down and kissing him. While you kiss him you put the blindfold over his eyes tying it firmly behind his head. Once the blindfold is in place you continue to kiss him holding onto his face as you kiss him passionately. Deepening the kiss you sit on his lap wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You move to kiss along his jaw sucking gently on his neck. Kissing down his neck until you meet his collar bone. You climb off of him kneeling between his legs running your hands up his thighs under the towel sending shivers down his spine. You stretch up to kiss his chest kissing down his torso feeling his lean muscles tense under your touch. You smirk to yourself as you kiss right above the towel hands massaging his upper thighs, his breathing is uneven, skin flushed and you pull away hearing him whine in response. You walk over to the bed picking up an item turning to watch as he sat in the chair flushed and fidgeting. You walk back to him as quietly as possible you stand behind the chair feather tickler in hand, you run it down his face and he flinches away from. "It's just me with a feather." You reassure him running a hand through his curly locks. When he takes a deep breath and you feel him relax under your touch you continue running the feather down his neck over his shoulder and down his arms. You bring it back up and down his chest to his abdomen before removing it all together. You set it back on the bed picking up something new and coming back to sit on his lap. With one hand you start to pinch his nipple eliciting a moan from the man beneath you. You roll the nub between your thumb and forefinger as it hardens. When it becomes fully erect you switch to give the other nipple the same treatment. Now that both nipples are fully erect you take the clamps you had been hiding in your other hand and attach them to his nipples as he groans loudly. You wait a moment allowing him to adjust, "How am I doing?" You ask. "Go..oo..od real...lly goo..od" He pants out. His reassurances fuels your confidence as you click the remote in your hand and the clamps hums to life vibrating against Spencer. His back arches as he moans loudly. Now that he was preoccupied you go back to the bed picking up a wand. This time when you turn to face him he is red and breathing heavily hands gripping the towel so hard that he has pulled it open exposing himself to you. Cock sitting hard against his stomach leaking precum. Standing over him you press the remote and kick the vibrations up a notch. When he opens his mouth to moan you put your mouth over his kissing into his moan. You pull back sitting the wand on his upper thigh clicking it to life. "Princess" he moans out. "Sir?" "Please do something" He groans. You move the head of the wand down his thigh to his and slowly back up his inner thigh stopping just short of his balls. It was time like these that you wish you shared his eidetic memory so you can remember him just like this at your mercy. You move the wand to the tip of his cock applying light pressure. From his breathing and moaning you can tell he won't last much longer but you aren't ready for this to be over just yet so you turn the nipple clamps off and remove the wand from him taking a step back sitting on the bed facing him. "Princess" he growls out between grit teeth. You smirk at his frustration. It's a good thing he can't see you. "I know I just need a minute. I'll be right there." You say not moving just watching as he sits back huffing. When he breathing evens out you click the clamps back on. His mouth is open wide as he pants you turn the wand back on pressing it against the underside of his cock. Rubbing it down until you reach his balls applying more pressure and he bucks his hips. You take your opposite hand and pump his length watching as he comes undone. He thrust himself into your hands coming with a loud groan as he releases into your hand. You shut off both the clamps and the wand before running to the bathroom to rinse your hand.  You come back gently removing the clamps from his chest setting them aside. You use his towel to wipe him clean before giving him another kiss on the lips. "How was that?" You ask. "Amazing" he responds pulling you into another kiss.

Taglist: 

@yokaimoon​ @itsmyblogandillreblogifiwantto​ @groovygoob​ @mac99martin​

@slutforthegubes​

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fic #kinktober #kinktober 2020 #Smut #reader insert #Female reader #x reader

[lordoftermites]

THE FOX & THE THORNBUSH

Part 2: made this one a flashback (and probably should do with part 1 as well) since I just finished reading A Visit to the Impossible Lands. We’ll just pretend I knew exactly what I was doing when I wrote it.

Pairing: Roiben x Kaye

Summary: A bit of G-rated fluff between Roiben and Kaye, because these two never have enough of that in their story and they fucking deserve it even if I gotta do it myself.

Part 1 here.

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“Oh, come onnnn. Just try it,” Kaye says, nudging the paper cup nearer to his lips. Steam rises in lazy swirls to dissipate into the cool air of the brugh. It smells faintly of a berry Roiben thinks is familiar but can’t place, and even less like the coffee she promises it’s made of. “I mean, you liked the bacon and honey blend last week, and that was absolute garbage. This is the best one so far, I swear.”

Roiben inspects the cup in his hand, at the artwork representing Moon In A Cup—Kaye's coffee shop in the mortal world.

Printed on the side of the vessel is an intricate drawing of a tea cup. Its well is designed to look like the cap of a toadstool—a deep indigo, with silver speckles of varying size. Woven branches of spring-green thorn make up the handle. Inside the cup, on a wave of black coffee, floats a crescent moon. It seems to reflect the light of the hall, like a stolen sliver of moonlight. Just above that, as if drawn to the silver glow, a miniature green-winged moth hovers.

On the corner of the left wing is a letter H, written in a pastel pink flourish: Roiben takes a guess that Kaye must have finally managed to track down and enlist the talents of her favorite comic artist. Indeed, it’s fine work.

Kaye pushes the cup toward him again. “Would you stop looking at it like it might be poison and just take a fucking sip already? It’s going to get cold—and I’m not trying it until you do.”  Somehow, only she can make the avid impatience of a pixie an endearing trait. Roiben suspects he might have a small bias.

Although, her admission to not having tested the brew herself first is rather dubious.

Roiben raises a brow at her, but concedes with a small grin. “I was just admiring the new emblem,” he says, before taking a tentative sip of the still-actually-very-hot contents. It scalds the tip of his tongue, but to his surprise, it really is coffee. It’s light, and there’s a bitter, but pleasant aftertaste—something familiar.

The burnt spot on his tongue is beginning to dull, replaced by a slight tingling sensation that spreads upward. He frowns, contemplating. Kaye is watching him intensely, those moonless eyes of hers glittering with anticipation. She's very near to vibrating herself right off of the arm of his throne.

They’ve made it to her favorite part of the testing: having Roiben guess the flavors—and hidden tricks—of her new concoctions. He grins again: he was incorrect only once, and that had been for the simple fact he hadn’t known, at the time, what a Goo-Goo Cluster was.

“Ah,” he muses softly. “Rowan berry.” He smiles, and Kaye looks positively crestfallen. She huffs, but it’s a brief sulk; try as she might to be a sore loser, she inevitably cheers when Roiben chuckles and pulls her into his lap. He even takes another, longer sip of the coffee, to which her smile becomes full and genuine.

There are few things in his life that can warm the residual frost in his bones, and quite nearly all of them either begin or end with that smile.

He runs a finger across his lips. As he’d thought, it wasn’t just the coffee’s temperature prickling his mouth. While he’s had a brief education of what the berries might do, he’s not, until now, had to put that information to use. “A mortal safeguard from glamours when dried and strung,” Roiben says, “it seems it also contains much of the same dilutional properties when consumed by fey.”

Kaye frowns, so he elaborates, pointing to his mouth: “I can’t feel my tongue.” There’s the lightest slur in words there, a confirmation of mild insensibility.

The usual emerald green of Kaye’s cheeks have washed out to something closer to pistachio. Roiben’s laugh rings through the otherwise-stillness of the brugh, escaping him before he can help it; perhaps the berries offer a maddening effect as well. “And you said it wasn’t poisoned.”

“But... Ravus said!” Kaye exclaims, panicked and snatching the “poisoned” coffee from him. She looks at it as though it is an enemy, a vicious foe that must be slain in earnest. “Ravus said the berries are only poisonous if they’re eaten off the plant. And even then, you won’t like, die or anything—they just cause… stomach problems. He said, and I quote, ‘as long as they’re cooked, they’re one-hundred percent safe to eat.’” She huffs again, the forced air puffing her green cheeks, and sinks back against him with a sullen glare at the cup in her hands. “I was going to run a special—Free Biodegradable Necklace With Each Purchase—y’know, some rowan berries for the mortals that come into the shop.”

Roiben knows all too well the potion-maker would not have given Kaye information with the intent to deceive; for a start, of the meager list Roiben keeps for friends, Ravus has proven himself, far and away, a creature of honor and loyalty—self-exile notwithstanding. Moreover— and more importantly, Ravus now has the greater duty of being a father; no doubt he would be remiss in a few, finer details. Roiben is almost certain he would be, should such a day ever come (though he lingers not long at all on that thought and does not allow himself the further consideration of what touching Impossibility feels like).

He knows, too, that the rowan berry will do no more harm than it already has: as some mortals have adverse reactions to the pollen of flowers, the fey suffer something similar with rowan, with only a more... mystical variant. Should the berries be ingested, the ability to glamour by speech is thoroughly subdued, until the berries are expelled one way or another. Roiben had learned of its effect on their kind years back, when Ravus had been a lone, exiled alchemist beneath a bridge, and Roiben had been naught but a fool in a king’s costume, taking many an ill-advised risk to win an unwinnable war.

He had proffered sanctuary to the exiled fey in the city then—of which that asylum had extended to Ravus and his mortal lover. And now, their small child of clay and air, with her curls of flaming copper, aurelian eyes and horn-tipped ears, carried with her the protection of the Court of Termites in its entirety; from Unseelie borough to Seelie grove, the girl would be safe.

Roiben had not, neither then or now, forced fealty, and not for more than one night and one day had he requested the man’s aid in the plan he had used to thwart Silarial. A faerie sigh, Ravus had called that brief servitude. How on the mark that turn of phrase had been—Roiben is still not so sure he had taken a single breath at all that day.

“Fret not, little fox.” The private moniker brings Kaye’s ink-black eyes back up to him. Her brows are woven together in real worry. Roiben gives his consort a pitying look, and brushes a wild lock of deep-green hair from her face. “It’s…—ah, an allergic reaction, I believe mortals call it?” Kaye exhales a wavered breath of relief, before nodding affirmatively. He kisses her pout and smiles; she tastes of honey chapstick, and a phantom of roasted dandelion tea—his favorite.

“It’s very possible,” he says, taking back the newfound nemesis and holding it out for careful examination, “as it is rarely put to use by our like due to the nature of the thing, Ravus meant it’s only safe for human consumption, and likely did not think you would try it outright on your own monarch.” Roiben winks down at her, but she doesn’t seem to enjoy the joke.

“In any case—”

With a shocked gasp of dissent from Kaye, he grins, tips the cup to stinging lips, and drains it to the dregs.

“You were right: it’s much better than the bacon.”

He smiles at her—or, at least, he hopes he’s smiling. He can’t tell: his mouth has gone entirely numb.

#i get to this point with everything i write #where i'm d o n e writing it - whether or not it's properly tied up or not #and that will be my downfall i stg #ok time to get on the pain train for the next chapters #hope yall don't wanna kill me for them bc i know i'm gonna wanna do it myself #rath roiben rye #kaye fierch #kaye x roiben #modern faerie tales #the folk of the air #mft #tfota #the wicked king #tfota fanfic

[dingobait]

SPN 15x20 - rewrite script notes ‘Carry On’

SPN 15x20 - rewrite.  

Saving Cas from the empty is the only thing left for Dean and Sam to do. 

2735 words: script notes- Destiel, Fixit, Happy, All the gangs here to help saving Cas. Half Ficlet / half mad writings of a grieving Fan requiring happiness and true love and closure- gonna use this as the starting point for some writing practice and probs eventually write a fan / spec script.

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Id start it with Dean on the road, fuming and stewing over his grief for Cas. Ignoring Sams calls. Maybe a moment where he hesitates near the trunk of the Impala when Sam comes out of the bunker to be like ‘Dude?! Stop ignoring me!’ And Dean guiltily hides what will later be revealed as Cas’ coat.

All the alternate world hunters are staying in the bunker and established as being back. They’re reorganising, gathering info figuring out what’s changed in this new world post dusting. Sam can’t keep his eyes off Eileen as she works. He keeps getting distracted and almost missing the table when trying to put down his coffee mug. Not wanting to miss a word she signs. She gives his wrist a gentle squeeze when she moves past him, signing that ‘She’s not going anywhere, Promise’.  

The bunker is too crowded for Dean, too noisy, he gets busted sitting in Cas’ room, holding the mixtape between his hands.

Sam and he talk about feelings, well they talk around feelings at least. The ‘I love you’ confession will be saved for the very end for Cas’ ears only.

Our inciting incident of the episode starts off screen. Deans choking on his words about missing Cas, Sam amazed at how many words he’s finally coaxed out of his brother- and then from the other room there’s shouts of shock and alarm- there’s a dark smear growing in the air of the main room of the bunker. And for a brief moment a face struggles to push itself out of the muck-  Dean and Sam arrive in the room just as the goo shimmers like oil vapours in the air and disappears. Cas? Deans afraid to voice it aloud but Charlie beats him to it. Sams nodding. Freaked out. Everyone agrees it looked like Cas.

They have a smear of the Empty left behind to work with. And A room full of witnesses who all want to help.

Jack shows up saying ‘so sorry I can’t play favourites’ while clearly playing favourites and guiding them to the book that contains the magical solution they need (ala Cas’ telling Dean about the arch angel attached to the profit Chuck in season four, ‘so sad I can’t help WINK if only I could ‘continues to give gives blatant info haha)

For the first step of the spell, we’d need a psychic to establish a tether to the Cas in the empty, we’d have to go and check in on the Wayward Sisters to ask for Missouris’ granddaughters help. We’d see Kia and Claire together as a couple, and Sam would catch Dean looking at them trying to hide how happy they are in the face of Deans misery.

Patience needs something of Cas’ to create a tether, Sam freaks that they don’t have anything with them and Dean has to clear his throat twice to get the words out that he does.

He retrieves the trench coat from the trunk. (Or maybe his own jacket with the bloody handprint still on its shoulder-  Sam’s all ’ew dean you still haven’t washed this?!’)

The first part of the spells in place. Patience says something cryptic to Dean as she hands back the trenchcoat, his grip is perhaps a bit too tight to be read as anything but casual. Jodys attempt at getting Dean to open up is less subtle, everyone’s trying to get Dean to admit If he’s okay or hurting or something worse.

‘You’ve gotta talk about it eventually’, but Sam can see the explosion building in Dean, but then it’s an implosion as instead of getting mad Dean just shuts down, shoulders caving in,  and Dean just has to go

‘Pick you up later Sammy’ and he’s out the door.

We finally see the tears once he’s alone in the car

Driving, he almost hits the smear of black ooze absorbing the glow of the impalas headlights growing in the middle of the road, he skids and frames the scene with the headlights, jumping out of the car as Cas tries once again to pull himself from the empty, this time the oil parts slightly and Cas’ hands push through, Dean sprints forward, and almost has Cas’ hand tightly in his own before the oozey hole in the universe blinks back closed.

Jack will pop in briefly, commenting about how how well the first part of the spell worked with Patience’s help. He’d plant another hint about the next step of the spell, and Dean would sheepishly head back to pick up Sam to tell him the news.

Together the whole gang discuss the case over a family dinner, food everywhere, no more emotional pushing from anyone, Dean’s allowed to stay quiet and is offered additional serves as everyone brainstorms how to interpret / fulfil the next step of the spell to save Cas.

Sam quietly checks in with Dean, elbowing him as Jody and Donna and the girls talk at the other end of the table. Sam assures Dean that everyone didn’t mean to freak him out earlier and Dean cuts him off.

‘I think I needed the reminder that we’re in this together’ he admits.

Sam agrees, ‘You’re not the only one who wants Cas back Dean.’

With Charlie’s remote hacking help, we find the location of next relic we need / the next spell component. We see Stevie helping with the research, we see Bobby breaking a code and Garth adding some new piece of lore that’s vital to the puzzle.

We have a classic heist sequence with Dean and Sam doing what they do best, breaking into places to steal shit from museums. It’s dope, music sequences and everything ending with Dean almost tripping a lasor sensor before Sam pulls him back at the last moment. Dean thought he saw another hint of Black ooze and drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

Later on the side of the road and with the first hint of hope /excitement from Dean, we preform the next part of the spell.

Almost instantly, another black ooze rifts appears, Cas struggles to pull himself free, but this time Sam and Dean manage to grab his arms together, they pull with all their might, the ooze is retreating back from Cas’ shoulders, neck, and slowly his face, and we finally see the fight in his blue eyes, the desperate hope, struggling to get back to our world.

Dean and Cas make eye contact, Deans grip on his arm turns bone tight- but the ooze is reclaiming Cas’ throat, cutting off his attempt at Deans name. A deep voice rumbles from beyond the rift ’I said forever!’- and SNAP! The ooze rift slams back shut. And dean and Sam are left sprawling on the ground.

Deans hands close on handfuls of dirt and grass, and then Jack appears. Jolly and smiling.

‘That was very close! I almost thought you wouldn’t need the final spell component!’

‘A rare dagger and one other other thing is required to walk through the Empty unscathed.’ Jack hands the the dagger to Dean. He weighs the stone dagger in his hand.

‘Whats the other requirement?’  

’Love willingly given’ Jack tells him and Dean gives a wobbly grin and just nods and opens his mouth to say something but Jack shakes his head, ‘no, I’m not the one who needs to hear it’.

Sam thanks Jack for his help making things right as Dean walks back to where the oozey tear appeared. He clears his throat, once twice, gripping the ancient dagger in his hands. He turns back to Sam and Jack who confer back and forth, Jack looks over and just nods back towards the afflicted space, a ‘go on you can do it’ but they both give Dean his space.

Dean flips the dagger about, changing the grip with finesse and gathers himself. He stares at the point in space that had so recently held Cas.

‘We’re not done yet’ Dean finally admits as he stabs the dagger into the air and slices through universe, the dagger vibrates in his hands, the rift trying to resist, but Dean leans into it, whispering

‘it’s my turn to save your, ass you ass’ and the dagger slices clean through the worlds.

Dean steps through the door he’s created, the void empty sans his own reflection beneath him, but the daggers glowing in his hand now, a beacon that grows hot and cold as he waves it before him. Dean follows the bacon of light, and meets Cas half way, the angel is struggling against the ooze at a snails pace, drowning in the thick liquid and Dean grabs his shoulder and heaves, using the dagger to hack at the muck, and then Cas is falling into him and this time Dean drags Cas through the darkness, a perfect reproduction of Cas herding Dean through the halls of the Bunker when Billie came after them, but now Dean’s the one to throw Cas to safety through the door before leaping through it just a footfall behind him.

And they land in a tangle of limbs in the grass on the side of the highway with Jack and Sam watching on.

‘Ow’ Cas says in his familiar deep rumble. Dean chokes back a half gasped laugh as he lifts himself of Cas’ chest, but then - movement from the corner of his eye. He spins, blade in hand.

An arm of ooze streaks out towards Cas, greedy and grasping but Dean cleaves it in two before stabbing the dagger into the ground at the base of the rift. The rift blinks out of existence and we’re left alone on the side of the road.

Cas lays on his back, blinking up at the night sky. ‘So It worked?’ Dean looks down at him, grabbing his hand and pulling him into a clumsy seated embrace, Dean buries his face in Cas’ shoulder.

‘Hello Dean’ he says warmly. Dean gasp laughs into Cas’ shirt collar.

’You can have it. You’ve always had it.’ He whispers the words into Cas’ neck who stiffens in surprise, looking down at Dean incredulously as Sam and Jack engulf them all in a full embrace. Any other words are stuck in Deans mouth.

’It’s been too long!’ / ’Welcome home!’ a sweet short lived reunion. They get up, Sam jumping on his phone to spread the good news as he walks back to the car, Jack explains the status quo. Giving Cas a wonderful speech about well deserved places in the world and how if you’re lucky you can carve out a family of your own and he thanks Cas for being a wonderful dad and promises that they still have to work to do and he of course he’ll be around.

But eventually he catches on to the energy in the night air, Dean hovering over Cas’ shoulder, Jack ‘Jacks’ and states an obvious ‘ohhhh this is one of those situations Sam told me to help facilitate, I’m going to * obvious wink* remove myself’  and he Bamfs out.

And Dean grabs Cas’ shoulder, half trying to brush off the black handprint he’s left there in dirt or ooze, half trying to gather his courage and Cas watches as Dean finally looks up and meets his eyes.

‘They’re hard words to say aloud.’ Dean admits, but Cas hears them anyway, and a surprised heart warming smile forms on Cas’ face, and maybe it’s a little bit wobbly.

‘Love is patient.’ Cas offers but Dean winces. He grips Cas’ shoulder tightly, but forces his grip to relax. His hands settling into something almost soft at Cas’ sides, bracketing his elbows. An almost embrace as Dean leans closer.

‘No fuck that. You deserve’ - he scrunches up his nose at the word, ‘You’re… wonderful. You have to know you’re wonderful-  I, goddamnit I’m not good with any of this. You shouldn’t have to be so patient.’ Cas is watching him with a warm smile, basking in the words, in the words he can now see between them, and Deans hands are gently drifting up and down Cas’ arms. They finally settle on his waist. Cas would never tell Dean he could feel their shaking.

‘I love you as you are Dean Winchester’ Cas tells him solemnly.

And Dean kisses him. A brief fierce thing, before he buries his face once more into Cas’ neck, engulfing him in a soul squeezing hug.

We see Deans lips move to form the words we so want to hear, but the words themselves are for Cas’ ears alone as we see Sam watching them from the Impala.

His expression is pained, Half ‘gross that’s my brother making out with an angel’, half ‘my fucking god FINALLY’.

His phone going off in his hands, Eileen and others excited about the news of Cas’ return, and Sam hesitates for a moment before raising the phone. Just as Sam predicted, Dean and Cas kiss once more, the shadows soft about them in the half light on this stretch of remote road. Sam takes a photo and sends it to Eileen…  A whole new flurry of texts flood his screen: OMFG WHAT FINALLY?! YOU OWE ME $$$$ and the radios bubbling softly in the interior of the Impala. The first few notes of ‘Carry on my wayward son’.

Dean knocks on the drivers door, Sam jumps and hides his phone guilty.

‘Outta my seat Bitch’ Dean opens the door for him, Sam goes around to get into the passenger seat, only to see Cas already sitting in it, still glowing but trying to play it cool. Cas’ eyes slide to the backseat and Sam humfs before getting in.

‘You’re both jerks.’

Cas and Dean share a look. Sam groans and slumps down in the backseat. But his happiness about the situation is clear.

The music kicks in, the night sky is endless, and the family are together on the backroads of America, ready to take on whatever comes next.

THE END

Maybe a quick shot post credits scene of Gabriel and Crowley and Balthazar exchanging money with all the other angels and demons now awake and creating chaos in the empty.

#spn fanfiction #spn spoilers #15x20 #fix it #I eventually come back to Destiel #god!jack #Sam #Dean #Cas #HAPPY #rewrite #fanfiction #ficlet #drabble #Supernatural spoilers #supernatural fanfiction #fix it fic #I dont know how to hide more text below a cut #c[__] #the whole gangs here #SPN FAMILY #saving cas from the empty

[brandstifter-sys]

Molting

Word Count: 2479           (Ao3)

Rating: T+

Characters: Virgil, Remus, all other sides as of PoF mentioned

Pairing: Dukexiety (platonic but could be not platonic if you want)

Warnings: Body Horror, Spider!Virgil, knife, sex mention, grossness, Gore, swearing, physical strain, exhaustion

Virgil is a spider boy, and spiders need to molt. It’s not a pretty sight and it’s an ordeal Virgil hates. Lucky him, he has a best friend who is willing and able to help, even if it drives him nuts.

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"Hey Princey, where's Virge?—Whoa are you okay, you look like you need to sit down, kiddo!"

"Patton, Virgil won't be joining us for a few days, surely his eating habits and sudden baldness have been a sign of the time of year for him." Logan commented from his seat on the couch. Roman was curled up and shaking, pallid and horrified.

"You mean?" Patton squeaked and shuddered. 

"Yes. I will be joining Janus and Remus during the clean up. I suggest you try to avoid his room for the next few days. Molting is a delicate process." 

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Virgil felt like jello, trapped in a hard shell. He was on his back spread and nude, unable to move without the sickening feeling that came with it. His chelicerae and extra limbs were out and just as rigid, making his position more awkward. He couldn’t breathe and he desperately tried to force his gelatinous form to shift and expand where his head was. He was dizzy, just trying to crack the eggshell-thin casing like a chick about to hatch, only without anything solid to chip at the barrier.

Pop!

The casing around his head split in half, with a sickening crack, leaving him gasping for air. Oh that sweet, sweet oxygen was tainted by the taste of his own skin-flavored goo falling into his open mouth. His eyes were sealed shut, but not out of fear for what he would see, since they didn't do a great job at blocking the light. No they were closed until he was sure none of his shell got in his eyes, trapped in the gelatinous muck that would cause his eyelids to tear if he dared open them.

"I thought I might have to cut you out of there if you took much longer," someone, Janus he assumed based on the tone, hummed softly nearby, "Time to cut off the area around your shoulders. Do try and wiggle out of it once it's done. And yes, you have to get yourself out." 

Virgil tried to calm his breathing, waiting for one of the worst parts. He was too fragile and squishy to be nicked by a blade, let alone a full cut. But he trusted Janus more than the others, except maybe Remus, especially with his mouth wide open.

Virgil could feel the vibrations through the floor. The steady gait and heavier footfalls were different from what he expected, but he could chalk it up to Janus being tired, he and Remus did carry him here and set up when his outer layer went rigid and his bones melted into this disgusting jelly.

He heard the blade gliding over his shell just above his shoulders with such a slight amount of pressure. It was far too smooth to be Janus's work, and Remus wasn't there, so it had to be Janus, but something about the stiff meticulous nature was throwing him off. 

"Now you have to go up towards the ears on both sides and then to the crown. Once that's done you can carefully lift those pieces away." Janus said to the person cutting his head free. Virgil's heart pounded in his ears, at least his soft organs were still intact, as intact as the situation allowed. He struggled to keep his breathing even, unsure where the blade was. 

"Would it be more efficient to cut along the fault?" That was Logan. That was okay, he was not easily disturbed. His suggestion, however, was not okay.

"Do you want to risk slitting his throat?" Janus asked with an edge to his voice, "He is vulnerable and having that scalpel near his throat will make his anxiety worse."

"I understand. In that case—" Logan trailed off and continued his task. Janus hissed under his breath, in a way that only Virgil would understand, but he didn’t, which was concerning. For the smart side, Logan had his stupid moments and this Janus was regretting bringing him in so soon.

"And to be clear, I am not supposed to peel the exoskeleton." 

"Correct. And once you remove the upper half, will you have a suitable specimen?" this Janus responded curtly. He was done sharing this vulnerable moment with the nerd. 

"Yes," Logan said as the tips of his fingers brush Virgil's new skin, making him wince, "Remus has already called 'dib'—is that the correct phrase?" 

"Yes." 

"He has already called dib on the lower half."

Virgil winced as cool air hit his tender form. He could feel the slime stretching and pulling away from him with a soft, sickening snap, with the tendrils falling back into the near liquid of his body. Logan was quick to set that piece aside and remove the other with as much dexterity and grace as before. 

"Shall I tell Remus his presence is requested at this time?" Logan asked as he gathered his samples.

"No. I suggest you sink out to your room before he bursts in like the unhinged maniac he becomes when told to sit still and wait." this Janus droned. Logan nodded and sank out. And not a moment too soon. But it felt like the other presence changed rapidly.

"Virgil, I’m the only one here with you. I'm going to clear your nose before I wipe your eyes," Remus hummed, after dropping his disguise, and knelt down beside him on the old sheet he was laying on. The bulb syringe entering his nostril was a strange sensation when his nose was basically formless, as was the goo exiting his nose, but it was a relief. 

"Stay focused on breathing, Virgil, 3/4 time—that's it. One more time." 

The second his nose was cleared, Virgil closed his mouth. Remus giggled and conjured a clean rag. 

"Whatsamatter, Soft-skull? Don't like the taste of your own mucus? It's like a giant loogie!" Remus cackled and carefully wiped down his face. 

"I thought you said you weren't gonna pull that stunt," Virgil wheezed. 

"Nerd wanted samples more than I want my dick sucked. I had to pretend to be Jan to keep things calm in here—you think the nerd would listen to me? Besides, Janus isn't good at anything but the first cuts. He thinks it's nasty!" Remus laughed, "It is but that's not the real issue—it's the mess that you leave behind that's the problem!"

Virgil rolled his eyes and focused on wiggling out of his shell instead of the duke's rant. It was the same one every season. Whether it was Janus's scales or the molting, Remus would bitch about the mess.

"... and I know what you're thinking—what everyone thinks! 'Why are you so bent out of shape? You like grossness and garbage and mess!'" Remus rambled, "There's a difference between a messy aesthetic and a mess! Organized chaos, Harlot's Web, I know exactly where everything is and where it's supposed to be even if it looks like shit! It's mine to manipulate! Your body cast is not in the design plan!" 

"Talk cryptids, dammit!" Virgil hissed as he tried to squeeze his way out of his exoskeleton, weakly curling his toes, or attempting to, "I hate this shit too!" 

"Cryptids and cursed objects?" Remus cooed. 

"Fine!" Virgil grunted, feeling the goo on his skin shifting and stretching with the slightest movement, peeling him away from his old skin slowly. He was going to take hours to get out.

"Okay so I know you don't usually watch the videos of Dybbuk box openings and you should, gets the blood pumping, but you know those are fake, right? They're all a sham!" Remus started ranting. His rage was actually quite helpful as a motivator to move. 

"...and don't get me started on the bullshit wax! It's so hard to clean! You know I have a design aesthetic and wax is not a part of it! Especially when there's no restless spook involved! It's a lot of crap with no real payout! If I wanted to have a creepy old box covered in wax I could make one myself!" 

“Fill it with spider exoskeleton,” Virgil huffed and wheezed at the exertion, “It’ll make a good snack!”

“Just like you!” Remus giggled, “But seriously, those things don’t hold any angry ghosties, and they seem problematic in other ways too, which usually isn’t a problem for me, but no spooks? That’s crossing a line! I could create better cursed objects!” Remus paused as a wicked grin split his face. Oh no.

“Get me out of here and you can see something really cursed!” Virgil spat, venom shooting from his mouth, literally, and landing on the sheet under him. He broke into a fit of coughing, his form sloshing and molding in the shape of his exoskeleton. 

"Easy there, Swamp Thing!" Remus jeered, "If no one helps Bolt, Nimby, Cirrus, Cyoomy, Hansel, or Gretel when they molt, you don't get much more help either." 

"Swamp Thing? More like the Blob!" Virgil retorted bitterly. Remus clapped his hands and grinned.

"You are so right!" he cheered, "That's a better nickname when you're like this! Like an alien creeping out of a meteor all gelatinous and prone to leaving slime trails! Emo Jello! How you still have lungs is a mystery to me! You don't even have a digestive tract!" 

"Great reminder, jackass!" 

"It is! All your fluids and organs are blended up—except for your heart, blood, brain, and lungs!"

Virgil tried to ignore the glee in his voice and focused on moving. He didn't feel like telling him that his blood was traveling through his body through osmosis, always finding a way back to the heart and lungs, he would see it eventually. The rubbery slick kept him stuck to his exoskeleton, bending and stretching, but always pulling him back. 

"You look like a jaundiced Hellboy cosplayer in a deflated Paleman blow-up suit who's gonna eat a crap ton when he gets back to normal! And then there's the whole hair growth thing! Like throwing straw on a potato sack filled with rotten meat! Do you even have eyelashes now?"

"You. Tell. Me." Virgil grunted and grit his teeth, which were far too soft to actually bite anything or grind. Remus squatted next to him and leaned in close. 

"They're coming in!" Remus grinned and stood up. Virgil groaned and flexed his chelicerae. Some movement was better than none. He was trapped, like swimming in tar, and he had to fight to escape his full-body restraint. 

"Do you want some music? I can do a striptease!" Remus asked and wiggled his eyebrows. 

"Does this get you hot and bothered, sicko?" Virgil scoffed and tried to focus on curling his fingers with what energy and strength he had. Remus pouted and wiggled his mustache in thought. 

"No, not really. But just standing here is boring! Besides, it's just incentive for you to burst out of your shell!" 

"Not. Interested." 

"You and I both know you would do anything to stop me from getting naked for no reason!" Remus teased. He was right of course, but it was still irksome.

"Shut up," Virgil hissed, still not getting anywhere, "Put on some music and keep your fucking pants on!" 

"Fine!" Remus groaned and rolled his eyes. He snapped his fingers, filling the room with some sick emo jams. At least they made Virgil more at ease! 

Two Days Later…

"Remus, c'mon!" Virgil panted as he fruitlessly clawed at the soft carpet trying to remove himself from his exoskeleton, smearing goo all over. He was weak and exhausted from the endless strain. His body was still akin to a gummy bear with a dark cherry filling, but at least his bangs were back. 

"Nope! I already cut out your—" 

"Please! I'm not even stuck!" Virgil cried, "Pull me out of here!" He was so close to bursting into tears. Two days straight of wiggling just to get back to normal took its toll on him. Two days straight of moving two inches forward and one inch back with no food or water left him weak. There was no time for sleep and no time to rest. Remus didn't sleep the entire time either and it showed. 

"I could tear you in half, and then your guts'll spill all over the floor and there'd be a huge stain and you'd be pissed off while you bleed out!" he said with a bright grin that bordered on maniacal.

"It's just my legs! Please!" he begged, "I don't have the strength!" He was actually crying at that point. Remus ceded and carefully looped his arms under Virgil's. The goo stuck to his shirt as he carefully pulled the emo from his old skin and scooped him up into his arms. 

"Easy there, Raggedy Anx, you're free to crawl on the ceiling and scare those losers like some fleshy horror movie creature bent on devouring them, starting with the eyes," Remus said and stood up. He could have easily snapped Virgil's spine over his knee, watched him writhe in agony and scream until he couldn't manage it anymore. He could watch his fluids pool under his translucent skin and ooze out of the puncture wound from the snapped vertebrae. 

He did the smart thing and placed the fragile blob of emo on the bed and stepped back. Molting meant growing and that meant he needed space as everything took shape again. Remus could already see what changes happened under that shell as Virge gasped, forcing air in to help his expansion. 

"Stress workouts?" Remus asked and stretched his arms above his head. 

"Mostly." 

"You fixed your—" 

"Yeah and that was your fault!" 

"No no no, I didn't mess up the piercing—you let it get infected and tried to rip it off!" 

"I'll rip yours off if you don't shut up!"

"I can regrow it, without going all rigor mortis alien!" Remus laughed, "But I can't make it any bigger, so you have me beat!" 

"Go to bed," Virgil huffed, "You're losing it." He kept up his hyperventilating style of breathing and closed his eyes. Just a few more hours of this and he could finally get some rest. 

"But you're not sleeping!" Remus argued, "And I vowed to watch over you while you're weak and nasty!" 

"You sound like Roman," Virgil scoffed. 

"You take that back!" 

"'I vowed' c'mon that's a Princey line!" Virgil huffed, “You need to get out of this room. Come after you get some rest and food. You did your part.” Remus pouted and snapped his fingers. The exoskeleton and sheet on the floor vanished. That was the last thing he had to do before Janus could take over. 

“Fine, but I’ll be back and there’s nothing you can do to stop me!” Remus laughed and sank out. Virgil rolled his eyes, like he could ever stop Remus from doing anything! This time he didn’t want to.

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#sanders sides #spider!virgil #virgil sanders #remus sanders #dukexiety #platonic dukexiety #logan sanders #sex mention tw #spider tw #body horror tw #gore mention tw #knife tw #exhaustion tw #molting tw #sandyscribed #i wrote most of this back in Nov/Dec 2019 before i got wise and stopped writing symp!logan for mental health reasons

[roflbiggoomonster]

Rail Spike

Varid’s claws swept across the plans laid before him. A criss-cross of lines, figures, and terminology painted the blueprints as a meticulously detailed work. Every angle, option, and scenario already accounted for.

Fuck, they hated this. The Night Terror backed away from the table, collapsing into a leather recliner as the other three members of his team stared at him. A man in a well-cut blue suit, wearing amber goggles, was the first to speak.

“You need to pay attention, Varid.” He said, tone firm. As his mouth opened, his fangs glimmered in the room’s light.

“Whatever, Jaegar.” Varid replied. “We’re just gonna wing this like always, and it’ll be fine. Not like anything here is a threat to me, after all.”

A misshapen figure stood, bones crackling like dying firewood. A Lamia, sat directly to Varid’s left, rose from his coiled position - revealing the underside of his tail, marred by his ribs jutting out through his skin. They were ambulatory, moving him forward. The undead lamia looked more akin to a centipede than a snake at this point.

‘Thank goodness he wears a mask to hide that ugly mug,’ Varid thought.

“Your inability to die seems to make certain facts escape you. Such as the fact that we might die, or that we don’t enjoy getting shot.” The Lamia said.

A grin from ear to ear. Varid made their teeth jiggle and vibrate as they grinned like a cheshire cat. “Sounds like that’s not my problem.”

The undead lamia sighed. The vampire, Jaegar, changed his tone. It was no longer firm - it was demanding.

“Varid? Pay attention, you worthless sod. You’re our only magically support for this mission, so it’s key you know the plan. We’ve got basic regiments with us to secure the site after we clear it out. Anything slips by, their deaths are on you.”

They tilted their head to the side, staring up at Jaegar. He cut an imposing figure - a Vampire weapons specialist was nothing to sneeze at. Varid had been on enough missions with the suit-clad undead to know when he got serious, he meant business.

But Varid thought the severity of the situation made his noncompliance all the more entertaining.

“Fine, fine… tell me more about our plan to kill your mom, Jaegar - after I get done doin—”

Varid stopped speaking all at once as thick, viscous goo sprayed onto the dark cloak of the Lamia beside him. An iron, rusted, six-inch long rail spike had instantaneously appeared and driven itself from Varid’s brainstem, up through the top of their head. They fell backwards, hitting the wooden floor with a deafening thud.

Blood did not leak from the wound. Instead, a mire of speckled, purple tar slowly dribbled from their head. One dozen seconds passed, and then the tar suddenly coagulated and rushed back into their brain. A claw raised, pulling the rail spike from their brain and tossing it on the floor as they sat up - no worse for wear.

“Fucking dickbag.” They rose from their spot on the ground, stretching as though they had just woken up. Out of all people to get paired with, it had to be the asshole who could kill him instantly whenever he wanted. What a drag. Varid relented, leaning over the table and staring down at the plan. “Alright, I’m paying attention this time.”

Jaegar glared daggers at the Night Terror.

“Promise,” they said with a smirk.

For once, they weren’t lying.

#action post #cw violence #cw death #cw body horror #(( anyways i wanted to do an action post with varid so here's what they're normally up to when not SHITPOSTING))

[sandalwoodhusbands]

Say your name while our tongues are tied II 3.7k 

It starts with a kiss behind his ear. 

Actually, it starts with the backseat of Yann’s car, a wedding reception and shots of tequila on their tongues. It’s Eliott tilting his head towards the backdoor and his hooded eyes, Lucas quickly scrabbling up from his seat, their faces red and sweaty after an intense make-out session on the dance floor. 

Eliott fishes a set of keys from inside of his pants pocket, and a door opens. They grin at each other, eyes finding each other in the dark, as Lucas climbs past Eliott into the backseat of the car. It’s quiet outside, the kind of silence you can find late at night, when it’s summer and the streets are deserted. It’s quiet inside of the car too, a louder kind of quietness; fabric brushing against fabric, fumbling hands going under dress shirts, drunk giggles and the sound of two mouths moving at the same beat against each other. 

Shirts come off and pants come down to their knees early on, Eliott pushing his hips up enough to wiggle himself out of his pants. Lucas laughs against his neck, standing between his legs, back slightly bent as he tries not to hit his head on the hood of the car. Hands on each other’s waists and clumsy lips pushing at each other like a game of cat and mouse, mouths dragging against jaws, and chins, and cheeks. Eliott pulls him closer, and Lucas goes, straddling his lap, pressing down, making Eliott moan against his throat. 

Then, the rip of a condom packet pairs up with Lucas’ soft moans. Eliott’s belt rattles every time Lucas moves above him, the rings on his fingers cold against Lucas’ back, going down, down, down until they settle on his ass. Lucas shivers as Eliott hooks his chin on his shoulder, nosing at his throat, sucking on his neck, fingers dancing dangerously close to his rim. He pulls on Eliott’s hair, head thrown back and mouth open wide in a silent gasp as fingers finally push in. And then it’s frantic breathing, chests rising and falling together, stomachs pressed impossibly close, Lucas hugging Eliott’s neck and Eliott gripping his hips with one hand, the other one alternating between patting his ass and moving two fingers in and out of him.

It starts with a familiar pressure against his entrance, two breathless moans and Eliott’s arms secured tightly around his waist. It starts slowly, a bead of sweat trailing down his forehead as he sinks himself down on Eliott, thighs trembling and dick hard against his stomach. Shallow thrusts and small circular movements of his hips, Eliott pulling them impossibly closer, low moans pressed into each other’s mouths as Lucas’ ass sits flush on Eliott’s legs. Tongues play together between their mouths, wet kisses and wet lips brushing against each other slowly as Lucas finds a steady pace. The feeling of Eliott’s stomach tensing up against him makes him whine. 

Eliott’s dick fills him up nicely, a drunken state of mind not even the best vodka could give him. Face buried on Eliott’s shoulder, Eliott’s hands caressing his back up and down softly, he feels so much around him, inside of him, that in that moment everything belongs to Eliott. There’s wet gasps, breathless moans, Lucas sinking his teeth on Eliott’s shoulder as Eliott chases his hips. 

Eliott lifts his chin up with two fingers as he pulls down on his waist with his other hand, pressing their foreheads together and wiping the tears gathered at the corner of his eyes. He pulls on Lucas’ bottom lip before pushing one finger inside of his mouth, resting it on his tongue, and Lucas closes his eyes. 

It starts with a hard kiss, the rings on Eliott’s fingers brushing the inside of his thighs, a wet gasp swallowed by eager lips. It starts with one finger toying with the stretch where Eliott disappears inside of him and a tear rolling down his cheek. Lucas feels the anticipation in his belly, hot and overwhelming, and suddenly he can’t breathe, because it’s too much, but somehow it’s not enough. It starts with him pushing down on Eliott’s finger. With Eliott pushing back. 

Eliott bites on the sensitive spot behind Lucas’ ear before kissing it as his finger slips in with his dick. And Lucas’ heart stops beating, his chest filling up with air and tears rolling down his chin as he looks at Eliott with wide, disbelieving eyes, and his mind goes blank, whole body trembling as Eliott hugs him close to his chest. White noise rings inside of his head, rope after rope of cum making his dick jerk between their stomachs, gasping breaths wrecking his body as Eliott soothes him with small kisses all over his face. 

It starts like that.

***

They try it a few times after that, when Lucas doesn’t have anywhere to be the next day and their schedules are loose enough that they can take their time. They find pretty early on that the added pressure really does it for Lucas, because the second time it happens he comes just from the feeling of Eliott’s thumb pressing against his rim as he fucks him from behind against the kitchen counter, face flushed with embarrassment at Eliott’s awed expression when he turns around to apologize. 

First it’s one teasing finger sliding in and out with his dick. Then it’s two; long and slender fingers rubbing at his walls, and Lucas comes in record time the first few times they try with two, too. It’s like it’s never enough. They play around with the newfound knowledge, learning what works and what doesn’t. Fingers and Eliott’s dick. Fingers and toys. Only toys. 

The first time Eliott fucks him with two toys at the same time - two slim and long dildos a bit thicker than Eliott’s two fingers each – Lucas cries again. It just feels so  good,  like nothing Lucas’ ever felt. It clouds his mind and softens him around the edges, turns his body into goo every time they do it; and it’s always a bit like this, whenever him and Eliott have sex, but somehow it’s  more. And Lucas can’t get enough of it.

They lose count of how many times they’ve done this, but the next time it happens Lucas is on his knees on the bed.

The white sheets are pooled at the end of the bed. The door to the balcony is open, letting in a much welcomed summer breeze that awakens goosebumps all over his naked body. The apartment is high enough that they don’t have a window neighbor, but still the sound of kids playing on the street and busy cars driving down the road filters through. Lucas breathes deeply through his nose, body aching in anticipation as he watches Eliott crawl towards him on the bed.

“Are you ready?” Eliott murmurs, brushing strands of hair off Lucas’ face. Lucas brings his hands to Eliott’s cheeks, cupping his face before nodding. “Alright, sweetheart. If it’s too much, you stop me, okay?”

“I know.” Lucas huffs, smiling fondly at Eliott and nuzzling their noses together. “I know. You’ve only said this, oh, every time we do this?”

Eliott shakes his head with an amused laugh. “Okay, you brat. We get it, you’re the smartest. You always know what to do in every situation ever.”

“Hmm.” Lucas agrees, brushing their lips together. Eliott’s eyes flutter closed as he rubs circles on his cheekbones. “Now you’re starting to understand, tiger.”

Eliott only laughs again, a fully belly laugh that makes him glow against the July sun coming from the balcony, and he’s the most beautiful thing Lucas’ ever seen, he’s sure. He can’t help himself when he tilts his chin up to press a small kiss to Eliott’s jaw, fingers brushing through his hair before letting them fall flat on the mattress.

Eliott takes the hint and grabs the black silk tie on the bed before crawling closer, making their knees touch. He runs his hands up Lucas’ arms, eyes never leaving Lucas’ face, massaging his shoulders and neck before he rests them right under his jaw, thumbs pressing into the bone. Lucas swallows, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth at Eliott’s hungry stare. 

“Close your eyes, baby.” Eliott whispers, holding both ends of the tie with his hands. 

Lucas lets his eyelashes flutter closed, hands twitching on his thighs and dick perking up as he feels the silky material against his eyelids. Eliott’s hot breath hits his face as he moves closer to tie it around his head, and he shivers, mouth tingling in anticipation with how much he wants to push up and kiss him. 

Eliott bends down to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth once he’s done. “All good?”

Lucas hums, blindly reaching for Eliott’s arms and looping them around his shoulders. “All good.” He whispers, making their lips brush together softly. “All perfect.”

Eliott hums against Lucas’ mouth, and he feels the vibrations traveling all the way down to his fingertips. He slots their lips together, mouths moving together in languid movements and tongues playfully peeking out to swipe across pink lips. Lucas buries his fingers in Eliott’s hair, tilting his head to one side before parting his lips. Eliott takes the invitation happily, finding Lucas’ tongue and swirling them together, reaching down to take Lucas in his hand.

Lucas lets out a stuttered breath at the feeling of Eliott’s fingers around his dick, biting down on Eliott’s lower lip carefully, arching his back into the touch when Eliott’s thumb brushes over the head. 

“That’s it, baby.” Eliott mumbles against Lucas’ lips, twisting his wrist. “That’s it, Lu. You’re so good. My beautiful boy.”

Lucas breathes hard through his nose, letting his forehead fall against Eliott’s shoulder.

“More.” He rasps out, letting his lips drag against Eliott’s bare shoulder. He digs his fingers on the back of Eliott’s neck when Eliott squeezes the base of his dick, thrusting his hips up helplessly. “ Please .”

The hand on his dick is suddenly gone and Lucas whines high on his throat, clenching his hands up in fists with frustration. It makes him light-headed, the sudden denial of pleasure, and he has to grip Eliott’s shoulders to steady himself on the bed. Eliott makes a low sound at the nails digging into his skin, circling Lucas’ wrists before pulling his hands away and uncurling his fingers, pressing their palms together. Lucas squeezes tightly as Eliott goes back to peppering kisses under his jaw, teeth nipping and scrapping at the smooth skin there. 

“Beautiful.” Lucas breathes. “You’re my beautiful.”

Eliott bends down to press a wet kiss to his chest. “You can’t even see right now, baby.” He laughs lightly, blowing hot air on the mark he’s left on Lucas’ neck.

Lucas moans softly, squeezing their hands again. “Don’t need my eyes to see you.”

He hears Eliott’s sharp intake of breath before there’s lips pressed to the side of his face as one hand sets on the back of his neck. The hand presses down, and Lucas goes. 

“Lay on your stomach, baby.” Eliott kisses his cheek again before he’s gone, hand still pressed between his shoulder blades. “Ass up. Okay?”

His cheeks flush, heart beating in his throat. “Okay.” He swallows, lowering himself on the bed slowly. He molds his body to Eliott’s touch, making his back arch as hands follow the curve of his ass. He pillows his head on his arms, and his knees dig into the mattress, searching for a comfortable position. Because he’s going to be here for a while.

Eliott positions himself between Lucas’ legs. He curls one hand around the back of his thigh, tapping the sensitive skin with two fingers until Lucas parts his legs wider. He raises his ass higher at that, the position making his back arch up even more, and he produces a content sigh when Eliott starts rubbing his thighs up and down. Warm palms slide from the back of his thighs up his ass, spreading it and squeezing gently before they rest on the curve of his ass, fingers reaching the small of his back.

Lucas wiggles his ass impatiently, making Eliott laugh again, but he finally concedes, burying his fingers on the curve where his ass meets his thighs, and spreads him apart. 

“So pretty,” Eliott says absentmindedly, brushing the pads of his fingers up and down Lucas’ crack. Dry lips press against his rim, and Lucas shudders. “You’re so fucking pretty, Lucas.”

The sound of a bottle lid opening echoes in the room. There’s the rustling of sheets and then cool fingers are pressing into his rim. Lucas groans as the first finger goes in, pushes his ass back on Eliott’s touch, mouth falling open as the fingers move in and out. The pad of Eliott’s finger rubs against him at an excruciating pace, his other hand spreading him open, and Lucas’ shoulders tense up.

“More.” He says again, biting down on his fingers when Eliott takes his finger out and taps on his rim with his thumb. This time Eliott pushes his thumb in once before pressing two fingers together and twisting them. “Oh,” His legs tremble as Eliott’s fingers brush against his spot. He moves his hands from under his chin, fists grasping at the sheets as he gasps. “Do it again, right there. Please.”

He feels lips on the curve of his back, brushing down his ass as Eliott pumps his fingers in and out of Lucas, and he arches into the feathery touch. Eliott kisses softly across his ass, biting down when he adds a third finger before licking at the bruise apologetically. Lucas whimpers at the teeth grazing his ass and the fingers filling him up, burying his face on the mattress and tightening his grip on the sheets.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Eliott murmurs against his ass, the vibrations sending sparks up his spine. He twists his wrist again. “You take it so well. Every single time. You’re so relaxed, so pliant under my hands. You’re so good.”

“Only for you.” Lucas says brokenly, pushing against Eliott’s fingers. “You’re my only one.”

Eliott lets out a deep moan at that, stretching him one last time before pulling out. He presses one kiss to the back of Lucas’ thigh to shush his impatient whine, and then there’s some moving around before wet heat is pushing against his rim. Lucas spreads his legs wider as Eliott towers over him. A hand rests on the middle of his back as the head of Eliott’s dick pushes inside of him, making the both of them moan at the feeling.

“That’s it.” Eliott whispers, rubbing Lucas’ sides up and down delicately as he sinks himself deeper into Lucas. Lucas’ breathing turns shallow, so turned on by the feeling of Eliott hovering over him, being in him. The sheets smell like them, the room filled with his own breathy moans and Eliott’s soft groans, and this right here is his favorite part. Him and Eliott and no one else, existing together. “That’s it, sweetheart. You’re my beautiful boy, all split open for me.”

Lucas nods against the bed, clenching his eyes shut at the overwhelming pressure. “For you.” He mumbles, turning his head to one side. The sheets are wet with his drool and they stick to his cheek, and there’s sweat pooling on his cupid bow that he wipes with his tongue. He reaches down to ease up the tension on his dick, tugging at it a few times.

Eliott covers his hand on his dick as their thighs knock together, curling their fingers together and pumping him a few times to the beat of his short thrusts. Lucas whines again, moving his hips in circular motions, desperate to feel Eliott move faster inside of him.

“You’re so desperate for it.” Eliott gives a deeper thrust, and Lucas lets out a broken moan, knees slipping under him a little, but Eliott grabs his hips and lifts him. He moves his hands to Lucas’ ass, spreading him open, a heated groan falling from his lips that makes Lucas’ dick twitch against his stomach. “I wish you could see yourself like this, sweetheart. So pink for me, taking it so well,” Eliott rasps out, rubbing his fingers where he’s buried inside of Lucas. “So fucking beautiful, I wish I could film you like this.”

Lucas whimpers at the thought, and his dick twitches again. The muscles of his shoulders tense up, knees trembling as Eliott fucks in and out of him at a slow but deep pace, thumb toying with his rim and sliding in with Eliott’s dick every now and then.  

“You could-” He gasps wetly when he feels a warm liquid dribbling down his ass, and then fingers are rubbing it around his rim. “You could. I’d let you.”

“Yeah?” Eliott whispers breathlessly, pushing his forefinger in with his dick. Lucas’ stomach flips with heat. He moves his finger in sync with his dick, adds a second one, pulling, stretching him out. “You’d let me? Film your flushed cheeks and glassy eyes as I fuck into you fast and hard? Or when I’m holding you in my arms as we fuck slowly on bed, taking our sweet time because there’s no rush?”

“Yes, yes, I would. Both. I would.”

Eliott hums before pulling his fingers out. “Do you think you’re ready now, baby?”

“Yes, please. Please, Eli. I want it so bad.”

“Okay,” Eliott bends over to kiss between his shoulder blades. “I’m here, baby. I’m gonna take care of you. Okay.”

Lucas nods, feeling small tears gathering on his eyelashes and wetting the tie. His heart thrums with anticipation, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as he waits for Eliott’s hands to return to his body, fucking himself on Eliott’s dick instinctively and making Eliott snort out an amused laugh. Then there’s something resting on his lower back, and he whimpers.

“Fuck,”

Eliott adds two fingers back in, leaning down to press his lips behind Lucas’ ear. “I’m going to go in now, okay baby? If it hurts you stop me. Slap me, bite me, whatever. But stop me, alright?”

Lucas lets out a hoarse laugh. “You’re the most dramatic person I know.” And then, as an afterthought. “I love you.”

“I love you so much.” He kisses the back of Lucas’ neck before reaching down to press the toy in with him. Lucas’ mouth falls open at the pressure, and the first tear rolls down his cheek and onto his lip. Eliott tilts his head to one side, fingers holding his chin, and Lucas goes blindly, feeling a thumb brush his tear away. “Good?”

Lucas swallows. “So good.” 

Eliott presses in harder, spreading Lucas wider with the back of his hand, until the smallest part goes in. Lucas gasps silently at the stretch, knees giving in under him, and he topples down on the bed. Eliott halts to a stop hesitantly. “Still good?”

Lucas grips the sheets tighter, pushing against Eliott’s hold wordlessly. “So fucking good.”

“Okay, good.” He presses the words to the side of Lucas’ face as he slowly pushes inside of him. Lucas arches into the bed, the pressure coming from all sides clouding his head, feeling Eliott’s lips pressing kisses to his flushed cheeks and wet blindfold. “You’re amazing, Lucas. My baby.”

“God, Eli,” Lucas whines high as Eliott lets go of the toy, pushing it in with his stomach. Lucas’ hips lift off the bed slightly as Eliott moves his hand under him, fingers splayed across his belly, supporting him up. He starts fucking Lucas slowly, gentle thrusts that make Lucas see white spots behind the blindfold, and he reaches down to jerk himself off hastily as the movement of Eliott’s hips speeds up. “Baby, I’m so close. It feels so good, so full. So fucking good.”

Eliott sinks his teeth on Lucas’ shoulder, arm wrapped tightly around his stomach as he holds him up, pulling in and out of Lucas at a steady pace. Everything is so much for Lucas, white noise ringing in his ears and drowning out Eliott soft moans, the feeling of Eliott’s teeth on his neck almost numb, and his breath picks up as the toy slides all the way next with Eliott. 

“Close?” Eliott whispers in his ear. Lucas nods wildly, clenching his eyes closed, mouth open as he lets out silent screams every time Eliott’s thighs press against his ass. Eliott leans back after a while, sitting up on his knees to jerk Lucas off, and with a careless brush of his thumb across his dick, Lucas comes.

His whole body trembles as he comes with a silent scream, Eliott holding him through it.

It’s all white noise and darkness for a moment, and then there’s hands lifting up his head gently and taking the blindfold off his eyes. Lucas blinks up slowly, smile blossoming in his face as he finds a pair of grey eyes staring down at him.

“Hey,” he smiles sheepishly. 

Eliott brushes a strand of hair off his face before cupping his cheeks, wiping away the remaining tears his thumbs find in their way. “Hello, baby” He smiles, bending down to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Feel good?”

“Hmm,” Lucas nods, rolling on his back to stare up at Eliott. He reaches for Eliott’s face, holding his chin with two fingers before moving up to flicker at his messy hair. “Your hair’s a mess.”

“Yeah?” Eliott laughs. “You should see yours, then.”

Lucas looks at him pensively before shrugging. “Worth it.” He loops his arms around Eliott’s neck, pulling Eliott down to kiss him again. “Come cuddle.”

Eliott bends down to kiss him again, and Lucas hums into it. “My cuddle monster.”

“You love it.” Lucas squirms as Eliott presses a succession of fast kisses across his cheeks, laughing.

“It’s because I’m the same.”

“And thank god for that,” Lucas sighs, throwing one leg over Eliott’s hip and snuggling into his bare chest. He looks up at Eliott “You came?”

Eliott wiggles his eyebrows, fitting one finger inside of Lucas’ ass. 

“Eliott!”

It’s a good afternoon.

#skam france #elu #elu fic