#dommy rain

[ghnosis]

and just like the Rain...

it's the first properly cool night - it finally feels like fall. the tip of your nose even got a little chilly on your run in the Abbey grounds.

so you run the shower extra hot, and it stings a little when you get in, but it's a good sting, a warm water on cold skin and tired muscles sting, and you relax into it.

you go through the motions, tired and happy: wash your face, your piercings, your body. your soap smells comforting, familiar - it smells like bedtime, the end of a long day.

it's halfway through soaping your torso that you feel it. the droplets running across your skin almost feel like they're getting... thicker. more substantial? it halfway occurs to you to be grossed out - did some sort of creature die in your showerhead, this is a nightmare - when the laugh whispers across the back of your neck.

the Rain Ghoul has arrived, to enhance your shower experience.

warm, stinging drops ooze down your shoulders, pouring down your front, across your nipples, curving down each breast. your skin feels alive, red from the heat of the water and achingly aware of its every inch. the drops continue, over your belly, down your hips, clinging to the shape of your ass, down towards your center but falling from your body before it starts to really matter. other little rivulets course down your thighs, your calves, your ankles -

pushing your feet apart, insistent, stronger than you'd think shower water could be, especially in your ancient apartment. the sensation is so startling (not unwelcome, though) that you scarcely notice what the streams down your arms are doing.

they're gently, so gently, guiding your upper body down, encouraging your hands to rest on the edges of the tub, then keeping a constant pressure circling your wrists, reminding you not to move. wriggling will only encourage him. matching pressure traces your ankles, water kissing you with heat. as you lean forward, agreeing, Rain's water slides over your back, down your chest, agonizingly dripping from the peaks of your breasts. you moan softly, and Rain's voice drips past your ear.

"I've got you now," he croons. "But I bet you wouldn't move, even if I wasn't holding you spread like this, hmm? Tell me how I feel, pet."

Drops race across your eyes, lips, your throat. You open your mouth to answer him and water plays across your tongue. "You're- you're everywhere," you sigh, and he laughs again.

But he is. Between your thighs, licking across your nipples, biting at your hips, and trickling straight down to the core of you. Flowing across your asshole, between your lips, but always, always dropping off before it reaches your clit. He leaves you like that for some time, everywhere at once except for where you really need him but never quite reaching it

until

until the drops falling off your nipples start to feel like little bites.

until the water running down your back takes on the sensation of two hands, gently spreading you open. "Let me see you," he growls, and your knees want to buckle but can't - other "hands" grip your hips, your rib cage, circling you, keeping you upright. they eventually form serpentine bands, tracing like shibari. you make a truly ugly sound of pleasure and he growls again into your ear, delighted. "Slutty little thing, aren't we?"

it feels like you're melting, like the water is washing years of stress off you via edging. a little river flowing between your spread ass courses over your opening, then parting, one smaller stream over each side of your folds, once again avoiding where you need him most.

"Rain, please," you gasp out, but his water floods your mouth, never going down your throat, just washing across your parted lips, playfully preventing you from speaking. the river becomes another hand-sensation, tinglingly warm. a thumb circles your tight rim, making your back arc, the current-like "ties" around your wrists and ankles keeping you from moving too far out of the position Rain wants you in.

the thumb becomes a probing middle finger, long. he pushes it so slowly inside of you, the whole focus of your being flooding to that point of penetration, that delicious fullness. the middle finger is joined by the ring finger, his pointer and pinky fingers sliding across each side of your labia, reminding you of an aching emptiness elsewhere. the sound you make must clue Rain in, because the water ghoul laughs in your ear.

"Dew told me you were a little whore," he purrs. "but I didn't know just how much. are you so used to being fucked by all of us that just one of us isn't enough for you?" you don't get a chance to answer; the water flowing around you solidifies, pushing you slightly forward, and then Rain is standing behind you, so solidly present, but the water is still holding you face-down-ass-up, still swirling patterns across your belly and breasts.

the water-hand burying itself in your ass becomes a physical hand, and Rain hisses at the feeling of your tightness on his fingers. "Such a good little slut for me," he coos, and his thick cock is suddenly between your legs, sliding back and forth across your entrance. his free hand slides down your side, across your shoulder blades, then settles on the scruff of your neck, firmly keeping you in place.

he pulls his hips back, sliding his entire length from your clit to the base of his fingers in your asshole, and then his tip is at your entrance, and then he is stretching you open. he releases a guttural sound as he pushes into you, some unintelligible groan, then "so fucking tight like this," and then he's setting a rhythm between his fingers in one hole, his cock in the other, and his water is still running over you everywhere else.

and you hang like this, completely fucking covered in Rain, and suddenly your exhausted body gives up. your own fluid pours down your thighs and his, and he's absolutely roaring behind you, laughing and telling you what a good girl you are but his hips and his hand are working double time, keeping you squirting, making your legs shake

and then he's really roaring, the sound of his pleasure echoing off the walls of your tiny bathroom as he empties himself in you, the water that is his essence and element washing your outside clean as he paints your inside. he is the only thing supporting your limp form, and he's still inside you and outside you and everywhere, and he continues to hold you even as he softens inside of you. his hands are gentle and his water warm, no longer stinging-hot, as he cleanses you of both of your juices.

there's a fluffy towel waiting for you once he's finished.

#no beta we die like men #raindrop ghoul #rain ghoul #rain ghoul smut #rain ghoul x reader #I didn't even dare to copyedit this myself sorry #my laptop is gonna die #it's a race against time #but I had to get this out for y'all #ok to reblog #encouraged to reblog even #female reader #though I do wanna rewrite this as mountain/rain and gn reader #dommy rain #monsterfucker adjacent? #dunno how to classify this one #rosie writes ghost

[girl-debord]

okay, to put this in the way that's going to rain on the fewest parades possible: if you, a transmasc, want to get with lots of trans women successfully, learn to top. just, like, statistically, they're not all gonna be mommy dommy goth gfs

#original mediations

[kanpaeki]

Can you do where dominic and the reader have an argument and give each other silent treatment even though they really wanna talk to each other but they’re being petty

i changed it a little bit but i hope this is close enough to what you wanted, i got writer's block like 3 times trying to write this lmao

x

“how many times do i have to say i’m sorry? i couldn’t fucking be there, i don’t know what else to say.”  dominic’s fed up by now, clearly done with the conversation if the flushed face and disgruntled expression is anything to show for.

“are you not getting this? that’s not the problem! but you should’ve talked to me!” and just like him, you're beyond frustrated. he's usually more communicative with you but you had an event that you really wanted him to go with you to and he straight up stood you up, no call, no text, no nothing. and you were furious. he didn't want to talk about it, claiming he was just was busy and with friends and lost track of time but you weren't having it. he needed to understand that he couldn't do that.

"i'm not doing this anymore." he abruptly stands up from his chair at the kitchen table and heads towards the doorway to what you assume is his makeshift home studio.

"where are you going?!" you shout, eyebrows furrowed in anger, "you're not doing what anymore?!"

no answer. he's retreating to the studio.

"dominic david fike."

he pauses.

but then he continues. and he's out of your sight within the next second. you hear the door slam.

you groan, running your hands through your hair. you don't think you've ever fought this bad. he was usually better at letting you know where he was or if he was going to be late, you don't understand why he all of a sudden stopped. it didn't make sense. something was weird. but at this rate, you were never going to find out why. you just wanted to talk to him, you don't even understand how it became a screaming match. sighing, you shake your head. maybe some time would be best for you both.

so you continue the day as normal, given there is quite a heavy and dark rain cloud looming over your head for the remainder of the evening, but you try your best. you get your work done, which was a nice distraction but the second you were done, your mind went back to dominic. so you tried to make dinner. you weren't the best cook but he seemed to enjoy it, especially when you make that one dish he really likes. he might even view it as a peace offering.

“dom? babe?” you call out, “dinner’s ready!” you plate the food at the stove, carrying them to the table. you wait for the telltale sound of a door opening and feet slapping the floor. it never comes.

“dom?” your heart starts to deflate. so maybe this issue was bigger than you thought. you stand there beside the table, watching the steam rise from the two plates. trying not to panic, you wring your hands together. maybe he’s just got his headphones on.

you think about texting him for a minute but you decide just to go knock on the door. if he's got headphones on, he probably won't hear his phone anyway. so up the stairs you go, putting your tail between your legs and knocking on the door. "dommy, dinner's ready. if you want to eat." pressing your lips together, you wait for the door to open.

nothing.

yeah, maybe this was worse than you thought. you give it another knock but still, no answer. resting your forehead on the cool wood, you exhale. usually after an argument, some time apart was all he needed. but it seems like this was going to take a little bit more than you anticipated.

"well, i'll be downstairs if you want to talk about it. i'll put your plate in the fridge." with that, you head back downstairs, thoughts racing through your mind. reaching the table, you just sit there. you don't even feel like eating anymore. you just pick at your food with the fork, frustrated more than anything. you know your feelings were valid, if anything, you should be the one giving him the silent treatment. you were willing to put everything behind you. why wasn't he? god, boys are so infuriating.

you stand up and just decide to wrap your plates and put them in the fridge. you didn't have it in you to eat right now and you're sure he'll be down to eat the second you leave the kitchen and shut yourself in the bedroom. and that you do. without even changing into pajamas, you just slide into the sheets in the darkness, left alone with your thoughts. you hated this silence. usually he was singing, showing you what he made, watching a movie with you, you guys even liked to online shop together. you loved his sense of style. you missed his nose. his cute button nose. you don't even realize you're crying until the feeling of something warm and wet on your nose bothers you enough to wipe it away.

you're half asleep when you hear padding around in the kitchen, socks shuffling on the floor and the sounds of the fridge opening. there's a sigh and muttering. more scuffling. and then it gets closer. you pretend to be asleep right as the door opens.

he seems to pause at the door but then there's a weight shift at the end of the bed as he sits on it. you carefully blink your eyes open, looking at him as he sits by your feet. his elbows rest on his knees and his hands are in his hair. you want to speak up, he looks frustrated but you don't know if you trust your voice after having cried yourself to sleep.

he takes a deep breath before he sits up, "i'm sorry." is all he says before he looks at you with an expression you've never really seen before. "i was trippin', i shouldn't shut down like that. i could've moved things around, i could've been there. i know how important it was to you and i'm sorry. it won't happen again."

you take a deep breath before sitting up, facing him. "i'm sorry i lost my temper. i know your schedule gets unpredictable. but you're right, it meant a lot to me." he nods and leans forward, resting his head on your chest. you run your hands through his messy curls.

"i love you." he murmurs into your chest, kissing you through your shirt. "will you eat with me please?" he looks up at you with shiny eyes and you just nod, smoothing the stray hair away from his cheeks.

he stands up first and you grab his hand as he outstretches it, taking his lead as he heads back to the kitchen. rarely did you ever eat without each other. maybe that's why you lost your appetite before. but sitting at the table with him now, smiling as you eat your dinner's together, all feels right again.

#dominic fike x reader #elliot x reader #dominic fike #euphoria x reader

[delta-pavonis]

Fic: Military Offensive

Dreamling || Rated E || 4k words || complete

Tags: Established Relationship, Bar Room Brawl, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Kissing in the Rain, Sex in the Rain, Blood, Blood Kink, Blood as Lube, non-vampiric Blood Drinking, Biting, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, dommy Dream lets Hob fuck him, Consensually Violent Sex, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love

Sequel to A Change in Tactics

Read on AO3

“We have to stop meeting like this!” Hob laughed as he broke the barstool in his hands over the head and shoulders of another patron of the White Horse Inn. Said patron had just previously been trying to stab Hob with a shard of wine bottle so he most decidedly deserved it. Hob pulled a chunk of wood from where it had lodged in his palm and frowned at the blood that welled up there. A crash to his left stole his attention. “Ope. Watch out Lou!” Lou ducked the tankard aimed at her head with all the sliding fluid grace of one well-acquainted with being deep in her cups. She didn’t spill a single drop of her own ale as she backed around the bar and out of the Inn through the alleyway door. Lou may have been part of starting this fight, but she clearly had no intention of finishing it. Which was just fine by Hob. Lou didn’t deserve to be in hospital any more than absolutely necessary. She had enough going on, as Hob had just learned. Speaking of his mysterious friend…

#Dreamling #Hob Gadling #Dream of the Endless #Pavonis writes

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Ghoul Game Night - Rain

Summary: As the newest member of the Ghost Project as the newest Ghoul you don't know your pack very well, but you're about to with a game of Ghoul Truth or Dare, what will be in store for you?!

Fandom: Ghost Band

Pairing: Rain X Ghoul!reader

Warning: Sexual tension, cute awkwardness, fluff, precious Rain (must protect) + I want to rail you Rain (Also must protect because...dommy Rain hits just a bit different)

Workshop

She was jittery. Wondering who she'd get - no, not who she'd get...she knew regardless she'd be safe. Maybe a bit embarrassed but she knew none of them would hurt her. It was more of the nerves of what she'd get; of what the boys would ask her to do...even unintentionally if she knew the things written were just as of a surprise to them as they would be for her.

A warm hand rubbed between her horns and she looked away from the spinning bottle to peer through her lashes at the Earth Ghoul who was watching her more than the spinning glass in front of them. His eyes were warm beneath the mess of hair and he tilted his head at her as if silently asking her if she was okay.

She smiled up at him and nodded; absently reaching up to wrap her tail around his arm for something to hang onto while she returned her attention to the slowly spinning bottle. She absently wondered if she'd have the courage to ask if she could share Mountain's nest with him tonight; besides Aether - who most likely would be busy with Dew tonight. Mountain and Rain were the next best comforts she had here even if they didn't know it. Having them near with their calming energy was like a blessed balm of aloe to a burn even when they did nothing more but say a few words to her throughout the weeks of them practicing in the rehearsals together for the next upcoming tour.

Her attention refocused on the bottle as it slowly began to stop and it looked as if it was pointing at her so she reached to spin again thinking it was a defaulted turn only for a hand to reach out to stop her. She looked up in surprise to find Rain holding onto her with a slight smile as he shook his head; his way of silently telling her without words there was no need. Y/n pulled her hand away slowly and looked back down at the bottle to realize that the bottle hadn't stopped on her but had continued on just half an inch to the side - straight at Rain who occupied the other side of her that Mountain did not.

"Oh." she realized blushing but her tail thumped happily at realizing the lucky information.

"Lucky little shit." Dew grumbled from somewhere in the room but Y/n wasn't paying too much attention as she met Rain's gaze and her cheeks flushed at the cute little smile that rested on his lips.

"So, love birds. What's it going to be?" Aether spoke up with a teasing smile on his face as he jiggled the boxes in front of him.

Y/n blinked and turned her gaze away from the gentle ghoul beside her and looked over at the boxes while biting her lip in thought. "It's going to be bad no matter which one we choose, isn't it?" she mused

"Sunshine is creative when it comes to truth and dare....so yeah... no you're fucked." Swiss laughed leaning back on his hands.

"Fine, then...I choose to do truth. Rain...you okay with a dare?" Y/n looked over at the water ghoul who was still staring over at her.

He nodded quickly without a word and Dew snickered from across the room muttering something about being 'pussy whipped' only earning a smack to the back of the head from Aether. The quintessence dug his hand into one box - Dares and pulled it out to read for them.

"Rain, your dare of the night is..." Aether unfolded the paper. "Give Y/n a 30-second lap dance." he held up a finger tutting as he unfolded Y/n's truth and grinned.

"And Y/n your truth is...If you and Rain had sex in public, where would it be?" he smirked looking smug as he placed the read papers into the used box.

"Oh!" Dew nearly fell into Swiss' side from how hard he was laughing. There were tears actually starting to well up in his eyes. "That's epic!"

Y/n flushed as deeply as Rain as they looked at each other. But as Y/n looked at Rain she wondered if that glint in his eye was not out of nerves but of something else entirely but before she could mention it Dew and Swiss - the fucker duo, were up on their feet scrambling to set up a mini stage.

"Can't do this without the goods man! Swiss go get a chair dude!" Dew ran from the room stumbling on pillows and tripping over blankets as he exited heading towards the rooms to grab something.

Y/n looked over at Mountain and Aether for help but they seemed just as amused as if on an inside joke she was not privy to; that made her even more nervous and confused so when she turned to ask Rain what the secrecy was about she was pulled to her feet by Swiss and placed into a kitchen chair in the middle of the room. The blankets and pillows were shoved to the side as well as the furniture to create a free space for the show.

Dew came running back in with cords and items juggling in his hands. He dumped a few things onto the coffee table. A mini portable speaker, a phone she damn well knew wasn't his, and a flashlight? She blinked confused as she sat there and looked around to find Rain had moved to stand by Dew looking over his shoulder - whispering to him and pointing to things on the phone. Swiss and Aether plopped their butts on the sofa across the room and rubbed their hands together.

"You're lucky Y/n. Rain may not look like he moves much but god does he know how to behind closed doors. You're in for a treat." Swiss winked at her.

Mountain who stood at the door with a hand on the lights was watching for the signal from Rain. The pair of ghouls finally seemed to settle on a song. The lights were suddenly turned off and the room sank into utter darkness; well utter darkness if you were human. Y/n could still see well enough to find Rain standing several feet in front of her.

The music of 'Dirty Mind' by Boy Epic began to play over the speakers that now were connected by Bluetooth to what she now knew must have been Rain's phone. Suddenly a spotlight was turned on directly onto Y/n where she sat in the kitchen chair. She swallowed staring at the water ghoul who even in the darkness beyond; she could tell he was in his performance zone. There was just something about the two different personas that struck a chord in her; the knowing how sweet and shy he was - gentle and boyish and then comparing it to the sexual beast that he was portraying now - watching as the lithe body stalked forward with smooth and suggestively promising movements making his way toward her.

There was a certain animalistic feeling to his movements as he circled her; his hands trailing lightly but seductively along her arms and neck while his body stayed in movement. Y/n tried to watch him by turning her head when he disappeared behind her but Rain grasped her throat just below her jaw and put pressure to make her crane her head back to stare at him; there was a certain gleam in his dark eyes as he leaned down and playfully with a slow drag ran his tongue from the center of her forehead to the bridge of her nose and flicked at her slightly parted lips.

Before she could say a word or breath he let go of her and suddenly his body was draped over her lap. Legs spread wide on either side of her while he gyrated to the beat of the music on her lap. Her hands clenched and her teeth sank painfully into her bottom lip as she tried to stop herself from touching him. Rain wouldn't have it. If he was going to do this - secretly enjoying the attention; she damn well would get her time's worth. His touch was gentle as he grabbed her clenched fists and placed them on his waist; she could feel the lean muscles beneath her touch flexing as he moved; grinding down on her and rolling his body like some kind of hypnotizing snake and Y/n cursed the fact that he was wearing clothes right now. Would it be considered rude to just slip her hands beneath his shirt to feel his skin?

As if reading her mind Rain's body went from grinding his weight on her lap to kneeling above her; the edge of the chair digging into his knees on either side of her hips but he didn't seem to mind as he lifted himself; now looking down at her through hooded eyes as he reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

Y/n head felt fuzzy with arousal at all the pale smooth skin in front of her. Rain was not considered ripped or anything. But he had more definition than Dew. His skin was smooth and warm and her eyes greedily took in all the exposed skin. Y/n never appreciated arms as much as she did at that moment as the muscles and veins of his arms flexed as he moved. His shoulders and biceps were firm and strong but not overly so as someone like Alpha or Ifrit would be. The smooth grooves of his abs were right there in front of her face; her face was just inches from his stomach with lean abs flexing with his movements and she couldn't fight the urge anymore.

She leaned over the last few inches to run her tongue tantalizingly slow from his navel up his stomach to his sternum causing Rain's breath to hiss out and look down at her with wide pupils blown with arousal. If the eyes were of no indication of how turned on he was with his own little show the damn bulge just below her chin was a rather big indication. Somewhere someone in the room around them groaned out and the sound did nothing to help the heat between the water ghoul and her.

Fingers slipped into her hair and her head was yanked further back so that Rain could double over her; pressing his mouth to hers in a deceptively sweet kiss.

"Hey, Y/n. Can I ask you a question?" Rain murmured in his sweet voice as he pulled away gently running the tip of his nose up and down alongside hers causing her heart to flutter at the oddly tender motion.

"Y-yah." it was more of a squeak than anything intelligible to escape her suddenly parched lips as she stared up at him with hazy unfocused eyes.

"If we were to have sex...where would you want it to be?"

The question took a moment to register and when it did her face flushed and she tried to hide her expression into the warmth of his chest but the firm grip on her hair held her in place and she was left staring up at him with face aflame.

"Hmm? Don't tell me your suddenly shy?" a wicked little smile began tugging at Rain's mouth as he felt the trembling of her touch against his skin.

"R-Rain"

"That was the truth, wasn't it? You have to answer Sweetling...or you could take a shot. But I don't know where Dew put the liquor." the water ghoul gave a faux hum of concern as he looked around the dark room pretending to try and find the bottle of alcohol even when he could see it right there on the table with the boxes off to the side.

Y/n couldn't hold back the whine this time at his domineering yet playful side; they both knew he was in full control right now - he'd stop though if she'd indicated her uncomfortability.

"I...." Rain's eyes fell back on the ghoulette with a brow raised as she struggled to maintain composure and the tease that he was he began moving again; a little less show-offy and instead it felt as if he was seriously only dancing for her. As if they were in their own little world right now and he was trying to seduce the panties off of her - little bugger having already succeeded regardless.

"Hmm?"

"K-keep dancing like that and I'll tell you." Y/n tried to find some boldness as her hands gripped his waist

"Yeah?" Rain smiled slightly down as her and released her hair to idly run his fingers down her neck causing her to physically shudder at the tickling feeling.

"Tell me."

Y/n closed her eyes but a firm grip on her chin to lift it reopened her gaze to meet his darkened one - he didn't say anything but the look in his eyes dared her to look away. Her lips parted on a shaky exhale.

"T-the aquarium."

He blinked at her. "Oh?"

"I-I love going to the aquarium and...y-you're a water ghoul. I figured...that'd be the perfect place. Or the pool. When no one's there and it's nearly closed for the day...b-but there's a risk that someone may want to get in a last hour's swim...the risk of a lifeguard coming in to catch us while they go about closing the pool," she swallowed scanning his face.

Rain licked his lips thoughtfully as he watched her eyes grow unfocused again as she got lost in her own fantasy and he grinned leaning down to bump horns with her. "Or something more romantic maybe...like the lake during summer while there are people out vacationing? Along the beach? It would be so easy to just hide you away in a cluster of rocks and fuck you until your back is raw with the scrapes of the rocks and the taste of ocean water on your tongue...I could lick those salty droplets off your skin...salty like the tears you'd be crying."

"Rain I-" Y/n arched up seeking something - anything Rain would give her. But suddenly a voice broke through their haze dumping cold water on her and making her whimper in desperation at the interruption.

"Satanas below Rain give us a break man before you make me cum in my pants!" Dew's voice groaned from the darkness and suddenly the lights were flicked back on to find a sweaty Dew and Swiss on the couch together. Swiss looked as if he had been sitting in a damn sauna - his hand had been tucked into the front of Dew's pants who looked like he seriously was about to come undone right there and then when Y/n met his fiery gaze.

Aether was holding it together but his knee was bouncing and he was staring at the damned wall as if it did him wrong with the fierce glare he was pinning it with - his way of trying to seem tough and unaffected but the flush of pink on his cheeks was a giveaway of his arousal...or that could be Dew's tail doing it's job as it wiggled into Aethers pants like an untamed snake.

Mountain came walking in from the kitchen with a few bottles of water. He turned off the music as he passed and handed Rain the bottle of water; ruffling his hand a bit and sending Y/n a wink as he handed her one as well.

"Beautifully done. That was more than 30 seconds by the way." he chuckled under his breath as he went to go take his seat looking all sorts of amused.

More like unbothered as he watched Rain climb back off of Y/n and retreat back into his little shell. He coughed a bit and drank half of the water; feeling a heat cross his face as he glanced at Y/n who had to take a minute to breathe and compose herself. How on earth could that ghoul switch so fast? How often did he give lap dances anyway? Maybe Rain wasn't as safe and innocent as she had first thought. They all were demons after all.

Rising on shaky legs she walked over to the couch to sit beside Mountain and Rain while they watched the others rearrange the common area again. A soft breath against her ear caused her to freeze and give Rain a side glance. He was leaning into her space - a soft nuzzle against her jaw causing her to shiver a bit as he spoke low enough for her to hear.

"Let me know when you want to go do some sightseeing with me. I know a few places that are just...fucking...delightful."

@darklylucid Tagging you love because you are awesome for reblogging my game series and I'm so happy you're enjoying them! Here you go, you horny bugger! <3

#Ghost #Ghost Band #The band ghost #oneshot #ghost band oneshot #ghost oneshot #rain ghoul #rain ghoul x reader #rain x reader #rain ghoul oneshot #ghoul truth or dare #truth or dare

[yaoihellsmile]

Peacekeeper mandated forcemasc surgery for all women aged 18-69 we are ripping away your beautiful daughters out to tmecorp cutting off all their healthy breast tissue extracting all their estrogen to power and enhance our chemical-distributing forever rain machine - replacing it with mind control phytoandrogens that send you electroshocks whenever they catch you having any coherent thought unrelated to serving the director or entering petspace . Enrolling them in the woof woof dommy femboy peacekeeper troops to enforce homosexuality under threat of Seth and take away the rights and firearms of proud catholic fathers of Marunomon . Once christianitism will be completely outlawed effectively forcing them to go into hiding and rattle their rosaries underground we will replace Jesus on the cross with Dominic's fursona Leadpipe the Airplane Dragon

#yomi hellsmile #txt

[poetry-protest-pornography]

Some Love In The Air episode 2 highlights:

Rain, on knowing things:

I feel you, buddy.

The ideal best friend dynamic. Peak BFFs. I love them:

Sky:

Rain, upon realizing his own folly:

Oh honey, look at Payu's face. You're sure about to be.

Also, when Rain said "Nah, I'm not that stupid" I laughed out loud.

Like, baby...

Also also, the whole "I'm going to make you love me" premise is absurd, mostly because Payu is clearly already all in, and Rain is somehow oblivious to it, but also just because. But I'm looking forward to it.

Honorable mentions to Payu's Dommy-ness, and Rain's newly discovered but unrealized Subbiness. That'll be fun to see develop.

#love in the air #thai bl #idk why images aren't processing for me today friends. sorry for the half posts

[divinegrey]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞 / 𝐜𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summoning my arcane girlies and gays we got some CAITLYN UP IN HERE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

prompt: Caitlyn with a sell sword that is a very bold flirt 👀 And Caitlyn is just a blushing mess but keeps trying to hide it [requested by my bestie u know who u are]

words: 1300

warnings: strap jokes, mel being sneaky, caitlyn being dommy mommy, innuendos, MORE innuendos

It isn’t every day that you get to work for the Kiramman’s, and it certainly isn’t every day that you get posted to watch the daughter of the Councilor, Caitlyn Kiramman. 

If you weren’t at a party, dressed to the nines with a rifle strapped to your back and gilded gun holster around your leg, you’d spit on the floor, just for the sake of it. 

But, as it is, you have to be respectful and make sure you aren’t interrupting the event being hosted by the Kiramman’s on their wealthy summer estate, just outside the main gates of Piltover and facing the ocean. It’s a nice place, a little large, but it’s nice. 

You focus on the event itself, scanning your eyes around the place. Your coterie of guns-for-hire were signed on to guard this event, and guarding is something you’re good at, especially when you’re assigned to watch one person. 

It’s only a bonus that Caitlyn is drop dead gorgeous in her blue silk dress, shoulders bare save for the thin straps of dark blue material. A gold necklace is settled around her collarbones, firm and rigid like plate armor. Her hair flows behind her back, pin straight, and you watch her tuck some of her hair behind her ear while conversing with Councilor Medarda in low tones. 

Interestingly enough, you notice Mel gesture in your direction, artfully disguising it with her champagne flute. Nothing escapes your gaze, however, and when Caitlyn glances over her shoulder toward you, you give her a wink paired with a slight upturn of your lips. 

Mel’s eyebrows raise at the flush that sinks over Caitlyn’s cheeks, and before you realize it, you’re being summoned with a crooked finger. 

Doing your duty, you peel yourself off the wall and walk over, pulling on the bottom of your black coat lined with gold; the standard uniform for classy events like this. You fold your arms behind your back as you approach, giving Councilor Medarda a respectful head tilt combined with a small bow. 

“This one has manners. I thought you liked them wild, Kiramman,” Councilor Medarda says as you realize her hand from a chaste kiss in greeting to her knuckles. 

“With all due respect, Councilor, I assure you my manners are only attached to my clothes,” you quip, delighting in the laugh that Councilor Medarda makes and the slight glare that Caitlyn gives you. Adding fuel to the fire, you add, “I can be wild when asked to be.” 

“Oh my!” Councilor Medarda fake fans herself, leaning over to the side, “Caitlyn, dear, do you mind if I take them once the event is over?” 

“This holster on my leg is multi-purpose,” you say, shifting your right leg forward to show them the sparkling clean leather harness strapped around your thigh, containing the six bullet chamber revolver nestled within. 

Caitlyn’s face is pure red, between the alcohol and the flush on her skin that goes down toward her chest. 

“Miss Kiramman, I can come back over once Councilor Medarda is done having her way with me,” you suggest helpfully, and that only serves to make steam come out of Caitlyn’s ears (metaphorically, of course). You watch Mel’s gleeful grin turn toothier with the smile that she gives the young Kiramman. 

Caitlyn slams back the rest of her champagne in one move, exposing the smooth planes of her long throat. You can’t help but think how pretty that skin would look with dark marks caused by your tongue and teeth. 

“Dance. Now.” Caitlyn’s command is sharp. 

“Of course, Miss Kiramman,” you reply, unable to hide the smug grin on your face. Turning your body slightly to the side, you say to the Councilor, “Rain check? I’m afraid my attention is required.” 

“I’ll be waiting, darling,” Councilor Medarda says, giving a squeeze to your cheeks that makes even you flush. 

You’re swept away by Caitlyn, her hand in yours as you’re brought to the dance floor just in time for another round of the waltz to start. Training kicks in, and you assume the proper dancing position, offering your hand for Caitlyn to take. 

“Correct me if I’m wrong, Miss Kiramman, but I’m pretty sure that dancing was not listed in my job description for tonight,” you say, your feet moving in time with Caitlyn’s, and you’re grateful that you’re taller than your average fellow, because Caitlyn is a goddess in her four inch heels that boost her height to the clouds. You’ve always had a thing for tall women, too. 

“Caitlyn, please. I had to make it clear that you’re still my hired guard,” Caitlyn says, looking down at you with a slight curve to her lips. “What would my mother think if she saw you flirting unabashedly with a Councilor? Slacking on the job so boldly?” 

“Then perhaps I should thank you for keeping me in line,” you reply, twisting Caitlyn into a very elegant dip. “Though you should be aware I’ve only ever had my eyes on you the entire night.” 

Caitlyn grips your arm, and you feel the rings on her hands digging into your skin. “I’ve noticed.” 

“Have you?” You bring Caitlyn upright, only for her to pull you close, her eyes smoldering. “Perhaps you’ve simply caught me in a trance, Caitlyn.”

You whisper her name an octave lower, catching the roughness in your throat. There’s a spark in Caitlyn’s eyes, an ember you could easily blow into a raging inferno, should you so choose. 

And who would you be if you didn’t take an opportunity?

“All you have to do is ask, Caitlyn,” you whisper toward her ear, surveying the room for any wandering eyes looking your way. You find a dozen, all observing with quite curiosity. Councilor Medarda is among them, mirth sparkling in her hazel eyes. “Ask, and I’m all yours.” 

That does it. 

“We’ll see how multi-purpose your holster is then, hm?” Caitlyn all but growls into your ear, shifting her leg forward to press between your own and you have to disguise the rush of pleasure that tingles up your skin. 

The two of you walk off the dance floor. You assume your guarding position, a pace behind Caitlyn as she leads the way. She dismisses anyone that even tries to talk to her, a determination set in her shoulders that you will say is very attractive. It sends heat down your back, and as you wind your ways through the halls of the Kiramman estate, you find yourself being pushed into a room. 

You barely manage to pull off your rifle, and you’ve only just started to pull at your jacket when Caitlyn raises her leg and pushes your stomach. You flop into a recliner, hazily taking in your surroundings; a sitting room of sorts, with a fireplace that is lit and lights hanging overhead. 

It makes Caitlyn look like a god, and you a mere worshipper. 

Caitlyn puts her leg in between your thighs, the slit of her dress paving way to show all of the smooth skin, and you swear you see the edge of lace panties underneath the dress. 

“For someone so keen on making their desire obvious, you’re not doing much to prove yourself,” Caitlyn remarks, leaning forward to grab your jaw. 

“There’s your problem, princess. I take instructions,” you reply, winking. 

Caitlyn makes a low sound from her throat, her eyes darkening with what you dare call lust. 

She pulls her leg away, straddling your lap. Her hand moves to your throat, not to squeeze, but to hold a certain pressure that clearly screams I have control here. And she does. 

“Then I order you to kiss me.” 

“Yes, Miss Kiramman,” you whisper, sliding your hands around her neck and pulling her down onto your mouth. 

~~~~~ A/N: i would sell my soul to the devil for the opportunity to shove my face into caitlyn's ti- [gunshot]

#caitlyn x reader #arcane caitlyn x reader #caitlyn kiramman #arcane caitlyn #arcane caitlyn imagines #arcane imagines #arcane netflix #arcane

[fan-therapy]

Ghost Kinktober Day 9- Corset

A/n: i NEEDED to put rain in a corset

Warnings- rain is in a corset, aether dew and mountain grope him yk, cirrus is implied to be a dommy mommy (LMAO), slight exibitionism

Soft, gentle hands laced the corset tighter on his back, pulling the strings as the boning pressed against Rain's stomach. When he agreed that he would wear a corset for Cirrus, this was not what he'd been picturing. He'd envisioned one of the corset belts- the kind that you could buy at Hot Topic. Not the kind that laced up. Not the kind that would surely squeeze all the air out of his lungs.

She assured him, she knew what she was doing. It wasn't dangerous, no, no. It wouldn't hurt. Not after the first while, at least.

"Breathe in."

He sucked in a breath of air, not having processed that she was going to pull it tight at that moment. Her hands worked to tie it, then she placed one palm on his stomach.

"There!" She sounded pleased with herself, placing a kiss to the back of his neck. "It looks perfect on you. Let's show the others, yes?"

He groaned. "This is embarrassing."

"No it's not. Besides, this is the bet you agreed to, so come on now." Cirrus tugged on his arm to get him to follow. He reluctantly followed behind her to the living room.

"Boys! I put your dear Rainy in a new outfit!" She stepped to the side, holding both arms out as if putting him on display. For a moment, a deafening silence filled the room.

"…Well, I'll be damned." Aether said under his breath, staring the ghoul up and down.

Mountain and Aether sat still, not sure what to say or do. Dew was the first to make a move. He stood, walking up to Rain and staring at him a little closer. "Ooo, I like it." He pulled him closer, shoving him down onto the couch between Aether and Mountain. Mountain leaned in, placing a hand on his waist and running his fingers along the fabric as he leaned in to nuzzle against his neck.

Dew settled on one thigh and Aether leaned in from the other side, grabbing at his chest and squeezing the soft flesh between his palm. A soft whine of his name slipped out of Rain's mouth.

"I think I like it too." Mountain whispered, meeting his eyes as Dew leaned in to bite at his collar.

It was overwhelming- there were three ghouls feeling him up, biting him, talking like he was a piece of meat. On top of that, Cirrus was still standing, watching the whole thing with a smug look in her eyes. He tilted his head back, looking at her with a pleading look in his eyes.

"Now, now, don't overwhelm him. You'll freak him out." Mountain and Aether backed off immediately at her warning. She could be strict and they weren't quite ready to put up with that punishment. Dew, however, wasn't quite so afraid of her.

"C'mon, let us have some fun."

She narrowed her eyes. "Don't talk to me like that."

"And what if I do?"

"You're going to regret acting like this. Just wait till it's your turn. I won't be quite so nice to you."

#kinktober #ghost #rain ghoul #cirrus #corset

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

UNLOCKABLE CHECKS

ENCYLOPEDIA - [Formidable] Find the source of the Expression.

RHETORIC - [Legendary] Convince Gaston to give us his sandwich.

CONCEPTUALIZATION - [Impossible] What’s up with the backyard wall?

SUGGESTION - [Medium] Why is Annette familiar?

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - [Impossible] Stop making the Expression.

COMPOSURE - [Legendary] What makes Rene stand so proud?

REACTION SPEED - [Medium] Find a Dick Mullen book.

INTERFACING - [Challenging] Fix the broken faucet in our hotel room, [Medium] Find a figurine in Roy’s store.

HAND/EYE COORDINATION - [Legendary] What kind of gun fired the bullet?

EQUIPPABLE THOUGHTS

MAGNESIUM-BASED LIFEFORM

Temporary bonus: -1 Shivers: No shakes

It is generally understood that human beings are carbon-based organisms, fusing little carbon tubes together to form complex, mushy structures capable of thought, love, and locomotion. It is also known that these structures sometimes like to “take the edge off” by consuming ethanol, amphetamine, etc. In such cases, it is important to supplement your body with magnesium. Tired? Mag it! Down? Mag time! Liver damage? MAXIMUM MAG! Some people say magnesium doesn’t really do anything and you just need to quit. What do we tell them?

DETECTIVE COSTEAU

Temporary bonus: -2 Conceptualization: An idiotic idea

Detective Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau – when you say it, it feels like you’re taking a bite of lemon meringue while sitting on the terrace of a seaside cafe. On a cool summer day. In Sur-La-Clef. It’s everything you’re *not*. You haven’t created many things during your stay in Martinaise, but you’ve created this. A fancy, sophisticated name that makes you sound intelligent. And that no one seems to *acknowledge*. Don’t you feel like you deserve a reward for coming up with something so special? And what would that reward *be*?

BRINGING OF THE LAW (LAW-JAW)

Temporary bonus: -1 Rhetoric: Weird jaw

Hey, so a little observation. It’s all cool, man. Don’t freak out, but every time you say “I am the law“ – and you say it *a lot*, it’s basically *hello* for you – your jaw does this *weird thing*. It sort of shifts sideways, hanging off your face at a jaunty angle, while the word *law* sounds oddly guttural and low. It’s… strange. You wouldn’t notice it, but after saying you’re the law eighty thousand times, the question *does* come up: why *do* you have Law Jaw?

DATE OF BIRTH GENERATOR

Temporary bonus: None

Your face looks like it’s 58 and your body feels like it’s 60. Your mind feels like it’s lived for one day or a hundred. Both longer than they ought to be, the day and the century…. But for how long, then, has this thing attached to your sentience walked the planet’s crust? Time to start racking those brains of yours, Elder One. When and where were you born?

MOTORWAY SOUTH

Temporary bonus: -1 Visual Calculus: Bizarre angles

At the edge of the map the landmass begins to disintegrate – into pure trigonometry. The ocean melts, becoming a tangle of sines and cosines, the mountain range turns into a sharp-angled azimuth. Its green rain shadow dithers, like music turning into a waveform. And then vanishes. This is the end, a half-remembered textbook from your childhood – the porch collapsing on the edge of the isola. A transition from reality to pale. A single vector shoots out, like a rocket. It’s the Motorway South, splintering off from the known pale! *To where*? Where does it go?

WOMPTY-DOMPTY-DOM CENTRE

Temporary bonus: -1 Suggestion: Outsider

It's Wednesday evening and something heinously exciting is under way. People have gathered beneath the billowing roof of an oddly shaped trophy building, sipping wine and exchanging opinions. 29-year-old wunder-twins Guy and Keith Joost are the stars of the show, with their bomber jackets and white sneakers -- head curators of this art exhibition. It's the wompty-dom-di-dommiest event of the year and all the cool kids have RSVP’d. Where are you, if you are not there?

#disco elysium

[twerkingoftheshrew]

My friend Valkyrie and I made lists of things that are "mecore" for fun. Here's mine.

TW: mention of self harm, NSFW as hell

Soxcore:

Silly knee socks, cannabis, gin and limeade, mismatched footie socks, foxes, fuzzy blankets, cute plushies, creepy plushies, stained glass, colored glass, granny aesthetic Halloween decor, big cocks, 2D muscle men, 2D hot twinks, 2D dommy mommies, cryptids (esp. Mothman), ghost sex, monsterfuckery, jean overall shorts with rainbow straps, band/punny/nerdy tshirts, silky fabrics, stupid adorable cats, mint and dark chocolate KitKats, sprite, original ramune, instant ramen, sailor moon, David Bowie, InuYasha, Fruits Basket, eeveelutions, pins and buttons, pet play, shibari, restraints, holding hands during sex, kitchen witchcraft, wholesome witchcraft, baking sweets for people you care about, one man show in the kitchen, rain in every form, distant thunder, reading smut, toe beans, male ahegao, soft yanderes (all yanderes), impressionist art, making a playlist for every occasion and mood, 2D simping, Ren faire, overcast days, having a moody day, spending the day in bed, cute shoes/boots/heels, rubber toe sneakers (high and low top), cardigan sweaters, nightmare before Christmas, dad hats, witch hats, flower crowns, silver or gunmetal jewelry, vampire movies, goth femmes from 90s cartoons, hugs, gentle casual touches, surprise kisses, tickles and cute pokes, tappy fingies, blushing, being flustered, being oblivious to flirting, being clumsy, being derpy, string led lights, cool spectrum colors (miss me with those warm tones), the sound of water (especially underwater sounds), the moon and stars, walking at night, soft nighttime breezes, running through the woods, shoulder freckles, weirdly good with animals, being shy but polite, being an open book in a comfortable conversation, constant body language, can always read their emotions plain on their face, hand gestures while talking/talking with hands, wild arm flailing (muppet flailing), muppets, tabletop gaming, spring, daffodils, hyacinths, lavender fields, heather meadows, orchids, weeping willows, big old trees, passionate infodumping, platonic cuddling and spooning, granny floral prints, paisley, tarot cards, reading tea leaves, reading runes, amethyst, goldstone, lapis lazuli, smoky quartz, geodes, found animal bones, fangs and claws, pointed ears, oddly shaped pupils, burying your face in things (pillow, crook of lover's neck, cat belly, etc.), early emo shit, random hodgepodge of different 90s aesthetic and nostalgia, those fuckin cups from the 90s with that purple and blue pattern, wildberry poptart colors, wildberry poptarts, smutty dating Sims, hot fictional men who will kill my character, dead doves, the most toe curling fucked up fanfics imaginable, romcom BL, crying a lot, crying from any intense emotional response even if it's positive, crying because of a piece of media, crying for release, crying in the shower, curling up on the floor and clutching yourself tightly while you sob, singing in the shower, singing around the house, singing to my fur children, a live narration of my actions done in song, changing song lyrics to be about silly things, doing character voices in everyday conversation, speaking in meme references, referencing old vines and then having to explain them because someone hasn't seen that one,

gin gins (ginger hard candy), being touch starved, touch as primary love language, sleeping while hugging a pillow, side sleeping, sleeping in, suddenly realizing you've been awake far too long, coming out of a hyperfixation like time travel and figuring out what year you're in now, surprise naps, nap roulette, garlic rye chips, cheese, cheesecake, baby, so so baby, masking mental health in public and to unfamiliar people, thinking no one would ever put up with you, cutting, cutting scars, tattoos that cover scars, piercings and body mods, Oreos, walking down train tracks with a friend, cosplay and LARPing, musical theatre, standing in the rain just to feel it on your skin, stretching like a cat, nose and feet are always cold for some reason, mushroom swiss burgers, psychedelics, MLP:FiM, beanies all winter, choker necklaces, space as an aesthetic, glass pipes and bongs, glassblowing, small venue punk and rock shows, the concert poster plastered bathrooms of a small punk venue, please pet me uwu, neon hair dye, anatomically inaccurate plastic Halloween skeleton animals, clingy but pushes it down, needy but won't ask for things, multiple texts in a row, reading constantly, crowd anxiety, corvids, cephalopods, freshwater shrimp, dying after a fat bong rip/fat dab, simping, passive darling, needing a caretaker relationship, Alolan Vulpix and Ninetails, Greek food, dumbass fudanshi, animal crossing, pop punk, early techno, sad indie, 80s-90s goth kid music, red bean ice cream, ramune flavored candy, Marius from Lez Miz, hobbits, DC, drawn/animated furries, hugging people in fur suits at cons, nigiri sushi, onigiri, the works of Neil Gaiman, femme authored classic literature, classic and modern poetry, occult nonsense, romantic literature, the works of D.H. Lawrence, fantasy fiction, bi panic, "you're so funny" thanks it's a coping mechanism, cast iron wood stoves, generational cast iron pans, family recipes, emerald and silver, dainty works of metal art like broochs, pins and hair pins, band and random sew on patches, night mist, kintsugi (using liquid gold to fix broken things), memories that are so obscure and buried in references and inside jokes it's almost a two person play to explain them,

looking like a Victorian ghost, looking like the host of a punk rock children's show, seaside cliffs, sea storms, Vicky's story in The Gargoyle, The Gargoyle, househusband vibes, chill edits of toonami anime, stupid puns and wordplay, over the shoulder glances, over the edge of sunglasses glances, not getting rid of plushies because you don't want them to be sad and miss you and you're worried about whether or not they'll have a happy life elsewhere, having spoiled fur children because you're a pushover, kissing while crying from happiness, walking arm in arm, face touches, hand on face, hand over hand on face, soft neck and shoulder bites, bite marks, hugging from behind and kissing the top of someone's head, headpats, rubbing your nose on soft things, judging a mug solely by how it feels in your hands, loose leaf tea, having a tea shelf/cabinet, a nice, comfortable pair of boots, lemon, vanilla, clove, sandalwood, sage, lavender, bed head, wants to make you breakfast, embroidering memes and shit posts, wooden rocking chairs, owns way too many accessories, various collections of seemingly mundane items that have more meaning than they should, casually sex/sexual health positive but shy about personal tastes, awkward creetchur vibes, gives genuine compliments to strangers often, always gassin up the homies, forced optimism, character/pop culture mini backpacks, sunglasses with colorful lenses, I like you so I did a deep dive of your Spotify, can and will remodel the house for you, "I can fix that", "please let me put together the furniture it's like a big puzzle!", painting/customizing bits of furniture or clothing because I got bored, making friends in the smoking area, smoke breaks because I'm anxious/overstimulated, telling the band "great show" at the merch table, things that glow in the dark, fireflies,  forest rivers and streams, moss covered stones, trees or tree roots that have a surprisingly comfy place to sit, reading a book outside, the smell of books, libraries, old libraries, book spines under fingertips, page edges and corners against fingertips, holding a book to your chest to feel the story close to your soul, overcast days that press down on your soul a bit and make everything feel slightly heavy and bittersweet, crock pot meals on cold days, clutching the edges of sweater or hoodie sleeves, frost covered grass, misty dawns, museum dates, chai lattes, nose boops, edible mushrooms, flowering trees, needing white noise/music to sleep, borrows your hoodie because it smells like you, walking through a cemetery together reading the stones and imagining the lives of the people buried there, "ooo they have a charcuterie board!", Ghibli food and domestic fluff vibes, will absolutely cook with you or for you, spooky cute, gently bonks my head against you like a cat, slow blinks/bleps of affection, book dragons, I really like this new song so I'm going to listen to it on repeat for hours on end, corner store snack runs, PS2 startup noise

[christianmomsagainstobjectshows]

kathy..

are you a

dommy mommy hot juicy big boobs big ass tall MILF material hot juicy girl?

or does steve cobs

WANT

you

also PLEASE twerk but booty naked oiled up in the rain on a Tuesday night

you can be lustful for bisexual corn...

This is disgusting. Also I am not tall... I am 5'4.

#what is a milk

[jin0]

Jinn, my love, do you get Gossip Girl In France?! Cause our latest toxic sexy musings about Dommy Dylan have been giving me serious Blair and Chuck Vibes 😩♥️

- Birdie🖤

WE DO HAVE GOSSIP GIRL !!

and you don't even know how much i LOVE the chuck and blair relationship dynamic ?? like imagine chuck!dylan !! he's such a control freak and used to getting all he wants because he can afford it yk ?? but then, there is that random girl who just ADORES !! denying him and basically treating him as if he was just some other guy ??

and overtime he starts craving that defiance !! you make him work for it and it's all worth it, each and every time. because when he finally does get you, you're not going anywhere for the next few days.

he dreamt of all the nasty things he'd do to you and could never focus on one position or one thing to say first. you had the biggest player in town pussy whipped before he e en touched you !! this man who basically fucked everything that moved refused to even sit next to someone who wasn't you. he needed to have you sent traveling to him and raining over him. he needed to feel you body heat. he needed to hear the small sounds you'd make when speaking. all that, he needed it from up close and from you directly.

when he gets you in bed, he's hovering over your naked body, just admiring you entirely, trying to take you in and to carve the image in his mind. you're fucking perfect, a true fucking sin and he's on the verge of exploding. he needs you wrapped around him quick.

"fuck... you absolutely minx... if you fucking knew how much i dreamt of fucking you like this... you had my cumming in my bedsheets like a teenager... can you imagine that ? all that cum, just going to waste cause you wanted to get chased... i'll chase you alright sweetheart... i'll fill you pussy and let you run off until i come back begging for seconds..."

he's saying all that nasty shit in your ear, grunting and thrusting into your messy folds hard. your body's being crushed under his, feeling his entire being on top of you. you can barely breath or think straight with the way his cock's just slamming into your cervix and replacing your insides to fit him and only him.

he gets you on your knees and pulls your arms back. you arch your back and he can't help but stare at your ass slapping against his hips and all the filthy wet sounds coming out of you.

"dylan... fuck, dylan ! more, please ! don't stop, please, please, please ! don't stop ! gimme more ! please !"

when you're both done, he doesn't even bother pulling out and you better not think of getting out of bed. he's keeping you close and keeping you warm and pliant.

dylan doesn't do girlfriends, love, commitment and definitely not cuddles. but with the way he's purring against your skin, just kissing you tenderly and holding your thighs tightly to keep them wrapped around him, all that doesn't fucking matter. you've got that man wrapped around your fingers and he will not let his chance to make you the happiest woman alive.

#•° jin replies <3°• #•°sweet people in my inbox°• #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien smut #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brian imagine #dylan o'brian x reader #dylan o'brien #dylan obrien #woc reader #female reader #black reader #•°birdie nonnie°•

[iambrooke]

Comfort Cuddles.

(Don’t mind the text on the GIF)

Summary: The past couple of days have been stressful for you and it eventually gets to you.

-My very first request by @ask-dommy, Thank you so much!

Pairing: Lucifer x reader.

TW: Fluff, pure fluff. (Sorry if I miss labelled)

Masterlist

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If you were being honest the past couple of days were stressful. Going from work to your land lord, even your boss it was really starting to get to you. Sitting on your couch you heard a ping from your phone.

You looked over to the small device next to you and looked at the notification. It was Lucifer, your best friend.

“Hey, come over?” It read.

Picking up the phone you started typing away.

“Sure, I’ll be there in five” you replied.

Dragging yourself up from your comfortable position you slipped on your shoes and grabbed your bag. Opening your door you walked over to your car after locking the door.

After getting inside your car you put the keys in the ignition then you heard the rumble of the engine. The thoughts came back into your head, the work that you had yet to finish, the rent, the impossible case. It was stressful just thinking about it.

Tears brimmed in your eyes. You wiped them away just before they fell gracefully down your checks, it was certain the Lucifer would notice. If you were being honest half of the ride was a blur, only because your head was filled with thoughts.

You were now parking your car and grabbing your bag once again. You locked the car and made your way towards Lux. You opened the black glistening door and walked in. You walked through the empty bar and over to the elevator. You had to admit Lucifer always cheered you up but for some reason you didn’t want to tell him about how stressed you were.

Pressing the button the led to the penthouse you pulled out your phone. There was a text from your boss. It was telling you that one of your colleagues had left for a short vacation and she had left all of her work to you.

A frustrated sigh left your lips, great just what you needed more work. It was honestly making really sad. It seemed that lately everyone was putting more and more pressure on you. Finally the elevator dinged signalling that you had made it to the penthouse.

The doors elegantly slid open to reveal the penthouse. You took a relaxing deep breath and walked into the penthouse. Lucifer was no where to be seen, that was until you saw him at the bar. He wasn’t drinking, just sitting.

“Lucifer?” You questioned. He turned around to be met with your Y/E/C eyes.

“Y/N! My darling, how are you?” He said happily, getting up and leading you over to the couch. The two of you sat down and looked at each other.

“W-Well I’m fine, how about you?” You couldn’t help but stutter, you really wanted to avoid talking about your emotions because if you did you were afraid you would break down.

“Well the detective just finished a case, an utter vile man was the murderer. He was the victim’s boss! He was giving her more work than she was able to do, as a result she didn’t get it done and he lost it,” he shared nonchalantly.

That just reminded you of your boss. You knew he wouldn’t murder you as you were good friends with him but the feeling of utter frustration came bubbling up.

“That’s gruesome, and scary,” you admitted. Your voice broke as you spoke. There it was, tears brimming in your eyes once again.

Lucifer looked at you with a look of sadness.

“Are you alright love?” He whispered kindly. He reached out and took your hand in his. Just the warm feeling of his touch made you feel better.

But not better enough.

You couldn’t say anything because of the lump in your throat. You shook your head. That’s when tears starting falling down your face.

“Oh Y/N, come here darling,” he cooed. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you into his loving embrace.

You grateful accepted it and leaned into him. Sobs escaped your throat like rain falling from the sky. You tried to form words but instead of words sobs came out.

He shushed you lovingly and rubbed your arm. Well there goes the choice of not telling him about your stress. You could just imagine what he was thinking.

“Hey, do want some water? Yeah I’ll get you some okay?”

You just nodded and leaned forward to grab the tissues on the coffee table. Pulling a couple of tissues out of the box you wiped your eyes and blew your nose.

“Be careful, wouldn’t want to blow a hole in the floor,” he joked. You just didn’t know how he did it, he could make you happy even when you didn’t want to be.

A weak laugh left your throat. Never ever did he fail to make you happy. He handed you the water and sat back down next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

You drank some of the water and placed it on the floor at your feet. You leaned back and cuddled into his side.

“So, do you want to talk about it?”

Taking a deep breath you simply said.

“Stress, utter stress,”

He nodded in an understanding way.

“Ah, I see,” Lucifer agreed. You hugged him with such admiration it was magical.

With his other hand he stroked your hair. You pulled his hand away from your head and held his hand. With your ear against his chest you listened to the steady rhythm to his heart beat.

“Well Y/N I think we should- oh my,” Lucifer said softly.

You were sound asleep, starting to snore softly a little which made him chuckle. Putting his head on yours he started to drift to sleep himself.

The two of you sat there, not a care in the world. As long as you had your comfort cuddles you would be fine, you would be just fine.

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A/N: This was my first ever request as I said at the top. Once again I want to thank @ask-dommy for making this request. I hope to get more requests and make more imagines. I hope you enjoyed this and share it with friends!

-Thank you for reading!

-Brooke

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[wander-after-dark]

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Somewhat negating my post about the “witches can have whatever genitals they want” thing, I’ve been thinking about Raine with growth, so consider the following:

They’re young adults. At this time, Raine is mostly the dom/top and Eda bottom (you gotta worry about the quiet ones). Raine (AFAB) starts microdosing T but just enough so they can appear androgynous. Of course, they will still get bottom growth but they aren’t upset about this. In fact, they’re a little ecstatic about it. So, they grow, right, and Eda offers to give them head. They didn’t really like receiving before but Eda insisted (persisting with consent of course) on giving them love absolutely everywhere and their new growth wasn’t going to be neglected.

And holy did Raine think they knew what overstimulation was like before, but now they’re really getting into it. Eda gave them head big time. The sensations around their clit are different and they’re absolutely loving it. The two of them have done overstimulation before but this was the first time they were brought to absolute tears and still begging for more. Tied in with a few more...implements, Eda, of course, lets them have it since they’ve been so kind taking care of her all those times, plus she just loves seeing Raine react in a way they usually don’t. Something about making her usually dommy/top lover squirm, squeal, and mewl like a kitten and get all greedy for this new stimulation has flipped a switch for the both of them

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[stardancerluv]

A Bad Day

Summary: You’re having a bad, Roman is having a bad day.

Warning: Knife!play, Dommy!Roman

You were sketching at your easel working on a new desk for Two-Face. It was truly labor of art. It had to make both sides of him happy. This was your seventh draft. You had not liked anything you had come up with yet.

The buzzer bounced off the wall of your studio. That alone is one reason why you were really considering Roman’s offer. Your studio would be nice and quiet, well except when he’d be angry. The idea made you smirk. Damn, he really could be hot when he was angry.

Walking over to the door, you straightened your ponytail. Opening the door you were greeted by a pleasant enough guy. “Yes?”

“Delivery, for a Miss Y/L/N?”

“Oh! Yes! I almost forgot. Let me open the big door.”

“Certainly.”

Finally, your new fabrics had arrived. You were so excited. Pushing the button the door began to clank and squeak as it rolled back, then it stopped.

“Seriously?” you muttered.

You pushed the other button. It screeched closed. Pacing for a moment, you took a breath. Going back over you pushed the button again. It didn’t budge.

“Oh my god.” You muttered.

You opened the side door again, leaving it open you went over to where the guy waited.

“It’s not budging, I’m sorry.”

“No worries.”

Together with some heaving and a few grunts, you managed to get all your bolts of fabric into your studio.

You leaned against the wall to catch your breath.

He took his hat off and wiped his brow. “If you’re gonna date someone like Roman Sionis you should at least have him pay for the upkeep of your hobbies.”

You stopped leaning. “What did you say?” You plastered a smile and took a step closer to where he stood.

“He should be supporting his girls’ hobbies more. The other one at least he showcases by letting her perform on Friday nights. You haven’t redone the look of his club, have you?”

Your heart stilled and the anger began to burn. “First of, Dinah is a girl he rescued from the streets. She loves to sing so he lets her.” You stepped closer. “I am his only girl. And this,” You gestured to your studio. “This is mine, I did it for years before I even knew who he was. So it’s not a fucking hobby.”

“Well damn. Looks like his mouth is rubbing off on you. Not such a sweet little artist, are you?” He took a step closer and easily cast a shadow over you.

“You know, I was grateful that we got that done so fast and was going to give you a tip for your troubles. But you just lost that. And I will make sure you can never step foot into Roman’s club.”

The man chuckled. “I don’t need your damn charity. And we’ll see about that, he probably wouldn’t take kindly knowing you now decide who goes in and out of his club.” And then he left.

You were so angry, you could taste it. You practically ran to where you kept your phone.

You opened a text to Roman... But then thought better of it. You still needed to make peace with Zsasz.

To Knifeboy: Can you send a driver to pick me up at my studio, please?

You should change his tag, but at the moment you found it still really funny so it was going to stay.

Knifeboy: Are you ok???

To Knifeboy: Yes! Just in no mood to try and get a taxi to the penthouse.

Knifeboy: Roman’s busy

To Knifeboy: I am coming to unwind in the hot tub.

Knifeboy: All right. See you shortly.

To Knifeboy: You’re coming?”

Knifeboy: Yes.

You swallowed.

To Knifeboy: All right.

******

You grabbed your purse. You stuffed your bathing suit into your bag. You already had a few things there. That was all you needed.

Knifeboy: Here.

To Knifeboy: All right.

He was already leaning against the car smoking a cigarette, when you came out. You knew Roman would only let him do that in the alleyway so you took a little longer locking up.

Seeing you, he took a long drag and flicked it away.

“Oh, you didn’t have to.”

He exhaled towards the sky. “It’s all right.” He went and held the door to the back of the rolls open for you.

“Zsasz, it’s ok. I can ride in front with you.”

His eyes narrowed. “Boss won’t like that.”

You shrugged. “Listen, it’s ok. I really don’t want to be chauffeured by you.”

His eyes really narrowed then and his mouth became a grim line.

“Not like that.” You sighed, trying to not rain your anger on him. You swallowed. “You may be Roman’s right-hand man but you don’t have or well, I don’t know. Right now, I’d rather you not.”

He shrugged. “All right, just don’t tell Roman. He’s already in a mood.”

So he wasn’t having a good day either. You knew to try and avoid. Both of you annoyed at the least probably wasn’t good.

“Seriously?”

“He wants his princess- I mean, girl treated right.”

You finally slid into the front seat. You looked at Zsasz, as he settled behind the wheel. “He calls me princess?”

Zsasz looked like he got caught for a moment. He pressed his lips together. “Sometimes.”

It warmed your heart, you were going to have to talk to Roman about that.

“Well no worries, I won’t say anything.” You just remembered then, you wanted to turn on your voicemail and not be bothered for the rest of the day.

“Knifeboy?” Zsasz then started the car and began heading back.

You instantly flushed and looked over. “Umm, yes.” You looked away and then back at him. “I’m sorry.”

A short laugh came from him. It was followed by a smile you only saw when him and Roman toasted to a good acquisition. “It’s not a lie, well I’m a man but I do like my knives.” He smirked and eased into the traffic.

“True.” Well, you didn’t know how much he did. You knew he always had one. So you changed it.

“I changed it.” You held up your screen.

He chuckled again, still something you were not used to. “Better.”

“Yeah.” You smiled.

*****

He pulled into the alley. “Damn, wait I probably should have gone into the garage.”

“Wait a sec.” You unbuckled and threw your bag into the back seat. Easily you moved and managed to climb into the back.

“Did you really just do that?”

“Yup.” You shrugged. “I know how much he likes to look down from that one window.”

“He does.” Zsasz got out then and went around and opened the door.

“Thank you.” You smiled brightly.

“Nah, thank you.”

******

Your anger was still churning in your stomach but today perhaps things would be the beginning of things being better between the two of you.

******

The elevator dinged and distantly, you heard Roman bellowing into the phone. Sometimes you wished you could do that too. Well, actually you had a little and that felt good. But it wasn’t good enough.

“Hobby.” You muttered, rolling your eyes. Stretching, reaching as high as you could, a content sigh came from you as you walked into the bedroom. Quickly you shed your shorts and t-shirt, you left them on your side of the bed. You slipped on your bathing suit. You smiled when you caught sight of how cute the ruffles and polka dots looked.

You went over to the bar and poured yourself a drink. You drank it. You poured yourself another one.

“What are you doing here?”

Your heart lifted, but the edge made you pause. You closed your eyes and then opened them.

Turning, you smiled. It felt so fake so you dropped it. You never wanted to be fake to Roman. “Hi.” You said softly. “I was having a bad day.” You drew closer, despite seeing the strain in his face.

“Oh.” The rasp remained but it had turned flat. Inwardly, that made you wince.

His eyes were dark, there was barely any blue. A shadow kissed his face, you honestly wished your lips were. His inky black hair was immaculate and so were his shirt and slacks. Glancing down, you noticed his gloves matched. He must have been out and came back already. You looked back up at him.

“So I came over to soak in the hot tub.” You shrugged. “Maybe drag you away from the assholes of Gotham.” You finally smiled as you added that bit a little more brightly. “Want me to make you a drink?”

“Yes.”

You smiled and nodded. You went around the bar and sizing up how he looked and acted, you knew what he needed. at least you hoped you did.

You grabbed a few ice cubes and let them clink into the glass. Grabbing his favorite scotch you poured two drinks worth. Standing up, you turned and gasped. He was right there.

“Oop!” You made a soft sound as you saw him right there. You held the drink out to him. “Here you go.” His gloved fingers grazed yours as he took the glass.

He took a sip. “Those assholes is what gives us, me all this.”

You swallowed, correcting himself felt like a slap across the face. Not something you needed at the moment, especially after the delivery man. Though you knew it was true. His family didn’t give him shit. He was the one who created and maintained his slice of Gotham.

He gestured to you. “Gave me you.” His lips curled as he finished his scotch.

That made you feel cheap.

He had promised that being his girl, could be rough, even unpleasant at times, but he would never make you feel cheap. He had managed to finally do that. Your anger finally erupted.

“That’s not fucking true and you know it.” You looked him right in the eye. But then you looked away. This is not what you wanted, you brushed past him and went back to the bedroom.

Gloved fingers wrapped around your arm and turned you around. “Where are you going?”

“I’m leaving.” You wiggle free, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Twisting, you reached for your shirt.

“No, you’re not.”

You turned back. “I’m not?”

He nodded.

“Well, for the first time since we’ve known each other, you managed to make me feel cheap. And Roman, today was not a good day to do that.” You swallowed, actually saying it made it hurt more.

“You’re not cheap.”

Sometimes you were surprised by his strength. Moments later, you found yourself in the middle of the bed and you were under him. You wiggled, unsuccessfully.

“Stop.”

You did. In your anger and hurt that churned, arousal began to blossom. Which made your anger stronger but it also made your need for him grow.

He grabbed your wrists and held them above your head. You could not bite back the moan that came from deep within you.

His lips twitched. “What I meant was," His voice was tight. It was as if he could cough at any moment. You knew he was not one to ever want to explain himself. "It’s because I deal with those assholes, I can supply a place where you can come to hide and I can take care of you.”

“Oh.”

You moaned for real then, when his lips met yours. His crisp aftershave and the taste of the scotch on his lips made you shake. You felt him smirk and pull back.

“There’s my baby.” His other hand took ahold of your wrist.

You wiggled. “Roman.” You whimpered. You flexed your fingers, they tingled. You wanted to touch him.

“Don’t move…”

The sound of metal scraping metal filled the room. You watched as he had brought a knife from his slacks pocket and opened it. The blade was bared.

“Now if you move I might nick you, and that is something I don’t want to do.”

You nodded. “Ok.”

The look in his eyes, the way he straddled you, the gloves and now the knife. Desperately, you wanted to rub up against him. The taste and feel of the kiss was still fresh. You wanted to do much more.

He cut the middle of your bikini top, your arousal for him was already evident there. Your nipples were erect and dying to feel his lips, the shadow on his cheeks. Honestly anything at this point but they wanted attention. Finally he let go of your wrists and he cut each side of the bottom. Moving and tugging he freed you of it. He gestured to the top. “Get rid of that.”

You did. Now you were completely naked under him. You watched as he closed the knife and tossed it away.

He grabbed your wrists, sliding them above you again. It pulled a whimper from you. His lips once again consumed anything else you could have thought of. He moved against you, it almost immediately made you open your legs to him. His hard-on was right up against his slacks.

“That’s my good girl.” He said against your lips.

“Please.” You could taste how much you wanted him.

He cocked his head to the side. “Please what?”

You gave him a look. “Daddy.” You squirmed under him, as he then pulled off his t-shirt.

“What? I know what I need, but you? I need you to tell me.”

Daddy,” You finally said breathless. “Fuck me.”

“That’s what I needed to hear.”

He moved and as he braced himself above you, he easily freed himself. He slid very easily into you, a moan that sounded like him calling you baby, finally poured from his lips.

You wrapped yourself around him with ease. You gave yourself up to the sensations, you surrendered yourself to him. You melted under him as you both moved together, as you wrapped your arms around him. His lips, his scruff, how he felt sliding in and out made sounds just pour out of you in pure abandon. It wasn’t long before your body tightened, you were already so close.

You kissed him and arched against him, as you felt yourself on the cusp of cumming.

“Daddy, please.” You met his now stormy blue eyes.

“Cum for me, baby. Daddy wants to feel it, daddy wants to hear it.”

You did. You shook, your grasp tightened. You clung onto him. “Daddy...” You moaned.

His kiss was hungry, wanton. “Baby.” He rasped in the most wonderful way. And then you felt as he came hard in you. Feeling it made you actually cum again. It shook you and brought you even closer to him.

“That’s my baby.” He was out of breath.

You loved feeling that hot breath of his on your body.

******

“Perhaps, we should fuck more often when we’re angry.” He chuckled when you nudged him. Just his words alone made your desire for him blossom all over again.

You smiled though. “Not a bad idea.” And you shared a kiss. As you looked at him, the edge his anger gave him was not there. It was the Roman you only ever saw when it was just the two of you. It made your heart swell. “Though as your princess...” you met his eyes playfully. “Yeah, Zsasz let that slip.” You explained.

“Well, you are. You are my princess. I love protecting you and taking care of you.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You nestled close. As you felt and heard his heart beat, you closed your eyes.

******

“That’s him.”

Hours later sitting beside him in the club, you were dressed in a sweet dress he had decided to surprise you with. You felt so good. You felt as bubbly as your drink.

Roman gestured and Zsasz came over. “Grab that guy. Scare him but keep him for me. I want to talk to him later.”

You grabbed Roman’s arm. “Roman?”

He looked down at you. One side of his mouth twitched up. “What? No one talks to my princess like that.” And he looked at Zsasz.

Who then had a touch of unease hit his face. “It’s all right. It’s not a lie.” He told him.

“He’ll know never to treat you or anyone else like that again.”

“Whatever you think is best. I had told him he wouldn’t be welcome here.”

He rose an eyebrow. “Did you?”

You nodded.

“Good, he isn’t. Zsasz, get him out right now. No waiting. I want him to know I back up what she said. I’ll be there in a few hours.”

You smiled, as you watched Zsasz grab him.

You looked up at Roman. “I will always take care of you.”

“Oh, Roman.” You reached up loving the feel of his scruffy cheek and you gave him a soft kiss. Which you were happy he reciprocated. He usually wasn’t one to do big shows of affection, but at that moment it was just the two of you.

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