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childe x fem!reader

cw femdom, maso!childe, blood, pain play, overstimulation, spit, degradation, impact play

“gods, please!” the auburn haired man cries out, looking down at where your hand add pressure on the bloodied bandage that wrapped his chest. drool dribbles down childe’s chin, bucking his hips into your sopping cunny as ropes of white paint inside you.

it wasn’t a surprise that he was chasing pleasure from the pain, always begging for you to touch him after a rough battle and not caring how beaten up he is.

your hips rock back and forth on his cock, making sure to tighten your sticky walls around him no matter how much he whines from overstimulation. your hand pulls away, slightly stained red, going to reach out and pinch his cheeks. you coo down at his puckered lip, finding it adorable how he whines for more no matter how overstimulated he is.

“so stupid of you, childe. always running back to me, begging me to hurt you more instead of taking care of you.” you spit at him directly in his face, laughing over how his tongue lolled out pathetically.

letting go of his cheeks as you use both hands to hold his neck, making sure to slowly tighten your grip. he laughs a little as he chokes out, wrapping his large hands around your wrists. the sound of his balls slapping against your ass with every bounce makes his head go hazy.

“i’m go-gonna cum again, please! it hurts!” he whines out, eyes fluttering closed. you say nothing as you grind your hips down, releasing one hand to land a harsh slap on his cheek. right after your hand makes impact, he cums once more.

you gasp with a smile on your face, cumming around his cock. watching him ride out his high in you, his body going limp under him as he convulses from the pleasure pulsing through his body. you release his throat, grabbing his cheeks once more to shake his face.

“that’s it, thats my boy. good boy, ajax.”

🏷: @honeykeigo (its ur husband bestie)

Unsurprisingly, Joker was completely fine despite having knocked back several drinks. So fine in fact that she had gotten bored and had begun stacking empty glasses and bottles. Balancing a mug on her index finger, tongue sticking past red lips. Completely fixated on her trick despite asking a question.

“Say, Sunflower. What lie have you told that hurt someone ?”

while joker was fine, after drinking about four drinks, to say that blamore was the slightest bit uncertain. this could likely at least partially be attributed to his overactive metabolism, however, since this did mean that alcohol tended to just go 'straight through him' so-to-speak. it was currently struggling to stay awake as the two of them sat at a both in the very back of the seedy little bar they were in; it's head laid on the table and on top of one of it's arms, while blamore just sort of swiped off some of the remaining sugar on the rim of his glass to eat. which, honestly, wasn't too weird for him but the fact that he was sleepy was. it was about this close to nodding off before it heard joker begin talking to him. ahh, she was talking to him, right?

blamore second-guessed itself for a moment before huffing and raising it's head up high all of a sudden, as if he didn't want joker to realize he was about to fall asleep. it's head lolled to the side then as a slightly groggy smile tugged at it's lips before a laugh filled the silence, burgeon suddenly appearing quite interested in why she would be asking him this, ❝ ahh, why do you ask? is this some sort of new drinking game that people are playing now, or? not to say that i won't answer it. though, this is the type of question that will probably make me look bad in your eyes, ❞ another laugh came from him, this time a chuckle that was perhaps a smidge too cheerful for the occasion. but alcohol did tend to make him a little more of a seemingly 'happy' person on the outside.

a few beats passed in silence as burgeon seemed to be thinking about a time where he told someone a lie like that, and then, it seemed to have gotten something. and you could just tell because blamore was now staring into the ice that was now melted in the bottom of his glass like it was the most interesting thing ever. it cleared it's throat, then, before it began saying, ❝ so, i used to have this guy in my life — you wouldn't know him, but his name was erich. and we were more than close to each other once upon a time. because it seemed like he saw me, you know? i mean really saw me. and i saw him, but, uhh... ❞ blamore pursed his lips for a moment as he seemed to be holding something back. it didn't like talking about erich for more reasons than one, it seemed, as it let out a deep exhale that had an undertone of grief to it.

❝ things changed between us when i became like this. i don't know what it was, but it was like erich didn't understand me anymore. all he saw was something to be fixed, like i was a shell of who i used to be, or something. and it broke my heart. because no one wants to feel like your lover liked another version of you better. so, i told erich i wish i had never met him. ❞ blamore blinked down at its drink several times before looking off to the side as a frown tugged at its lips. ❝ it wasn't true, though. i guess it was just a little bit like the saying, 'hurt people hurt people.' because you should've seen the way all of the light just drained from his face. it was the most painful thing to look at, because if he had broken my heart, then i had shattered erich's at that moment. ❞

blamore glanced over to joker for only a second before standing up from the booth, it's lips pursing once more before it tapped on the table a few times, sniffing. that was all he had to say about it to be honest, ❝ look, i'm going to go to the restroom really quick, okay? this is totally unexpected coming from me, now, i know... but those drinks don't actually seem to be sitting with me all that well anymore. ❞

ahh, don't mind me, y'all — i'm just thinking about how, in my canon, nico morselli (the doctor who blamore is allies with AND also is friends with but don't tell him that, shhh lol) was the first person that it actually learned to trust after it's transformation. and i say this because, in the first few months after it's transformation, it's nerve pain was actually even worse than it can be now. and due to how blamore's metabolism is different... nico felt like formulating a specific type of anti-convulsant for it's condition was the ideal option for blamore because there was a LOT of uncertainty around how much meds he should give it. so, in the meantime while nico worked on a drug that he knew wouldn't possibly O.D. it (man's also has some experience in biochemistry + he's also got a degree in that) those first few months were roughhh.

this is because he primarily used nerve blocks for it's pain which are actually injections that are given through the spine and as you all may know, blamore's spine is like a HUGELY sensitive spot for him. and so it doesn't let anyone it doesn't trust touch it + with this in mind, it didn't trust nico at first, but for an MD with some questionable patients (he's been the primary doctor of someone in the mob for years); nico actually seems to have his heart in the right place a good amount of the time because he comforted blamore every single time he gave him one of those injections 😭 because they never got any easier for blamore to take, and i don't mean nico just talked him through it, either. man's held it's hand and everything. and for that, he's a real one

ahh, don't mind me, y'all — i'm just thinking about how, in my canon, nico morselli (the doctor who blamore is allies with AND also is friends with but don't tell him that, shhh lol) was the first person that it actually learned to trust after it's transformation. and i say this because, in the first few months after it's transformation, it's nerve pain was actually even worse than it can be now. and due to how blamore's metabolism is different... nico felt like formulating a specific type of anti-convulsant for it's condition was the ideal option for blamore because there was a LOT of uncertainty around how much meds he should give it. so, in the meantime while nico worked on a drug that he knew wouldn't possibly O.D. it (man's also has some experience in biochemistry + he's also got a degree in that) those first few months were roughhh.

this is because he primarily used nerve blocks for it's pain which are actually injections that are given through the spine and as you all may know, blamore's spine is like a HUGELY sensitive spot for him. and so it doesn't let anyone it doesn't trust touch it + with this in mind, it didn't trust nico at first, but for an MD with some questionable patients (he's been the primary doctor of someone in the mob for years); nico actually seems to have his heart in the right place a good amount of the time because he comforted blamore every single time he gave him one of those injections 😭 because they never got any easier for blamore to take, and i don't mean nico just talked him through it, either. man's held it's hand and everything. and for that, he's a real one

while taking a deep breath, blamore's eyes closed momentarily and it was in pain. though the sting of it wasn't nearly as bad as, say, an injury to his spine... the fact remained that it was still quite noticeable. he did firmly believe that it wasn't loni's fault however as it knew what it was like to accidentally hurt someone. for, blamore had done so himself among the first days after it experienced it's agonizing transformation. so he thought sometimes these things just happen. now, if loni had done it on purpose, that would've been a different story. but she didn't. and as such, blamore's tail reflected this as his tail formed a 'hook' at the very end of it; which meant he was still feeling friendly but also cautious.

there was a familiar sensation rising to the surface that signaled blamore should probably leave, then. and it wasn't associated with the wound but seemingly a byproduct of it. he had been doing so well with managing his symptoms too... blamore opened its eyes to look at loni, stifling an awkward smile. it merely nodded in response to her statement. ❝ alright. i appreciate that, but i'll probably be fine, ❞ who was it really trying to convince that to, it thought. itself or loni? blamore was up and out of the room within seconds as the other slumped on the chair. it ducked into the closest thing it had to a bathroom after, soon lifting his hand from the new wound on his hip.

blamore suddenly felt this shooting pain run through the left side of it's body then. it was like an electric shock, was the best way he could describe it, and one of his knees buckled forward as a result. luckily, blamore was able to hold onto the sink before he fell completely, but god's — that hurt like hell. a prickling sensation coursed right around the area of his tailbone and hip before it heard loni's voice calling out to him. she was asking if he was okay. blamore tried to answer her but felt another shooting pain in that same area before it decided to grab a warm compress he had in the cabinet below it.

and with that, the gauze as well. blamore took several ragged breaths as he wrapped it around his hip before bringing the compress there. jesus christ could there not be a worse time to have a flare-up from its nerve pain. blamore finally managed to speak up once it settled on the bathroom floor, ❝ its okay, i'm... okay. the wound isn't why i've been in here for so long. i'm going to open the door now, ❞ he reached his arm up from the floor to turn the doorknob and let her in. sweat had noticeably started to gleam on his temples, ❝ ne t'excuse pas, chérie (don't apologize, darling). all of my faculties are just unfortunately not the best anymore. i have had nerve pain for a while now. ❞

Leave it to her to ruin a good moment. In times like these she truly did feel like a predator. To hurt someone she hadn't wanted to hurt... all because she got too ahead of herself. She was lucky it hadn't triggered any sort of trauma in them. Had it, she wouldn't haven been able to live with herself.

Shifting back she gives it a strained smile. I don't need to go with you after I just did that. If he had half a mind he'd kick her out now, but here it was being so kind as to say it wasn't her fault. It was so why tell her otherwise? " I can stay here. If you need any help just let me know. I'll be here in the meantime. " Now thoroughly dejected she waits for it to exit the room and quickly slumps into the chair they'd just previously been nestled together on. Way to go idiot. Who does that to someone? What if he's upset with me now? I wanted to keep touching it... but I wouldn't trust me anymore if I were him.

She spends the next few minutes wallowing in self pity. However, when she realizes they haven't come back she begins to worry. " Blamore? " She calls out, standing and walking over to the spot she'd last seen it. " Hey is everything all good? It's taking you awhile. "

Stepping out of the room she begins to wander. Thankfully she can trail their scent and quickly makes her way to their location. " Is it bad? My claws can be pretty sharp... Do you want me to look at it? My nails are normal now s-so I won't be able to hurt you again. " Knuckles raise, prepared to knock against the door. " I'm really sorry. "

“ everything will be okay, i promise. but you need to talk to me.”

andie had said something to him — blamore knew that much, at least — but it sounded like she was speaking through a tunnel in his perspective. her voice had acquired a rather uncanny echoey quality to it, after all, that almost made it sound garbled. the logical side of blamore's brain told him that this was probably due to him going through some sort of emotional shock; a thing that, unfortunately, really wasn't all that uncommon for someone who'd just experienced trauma. blamore remained looking down at one of the wilted flowers that its attacker had pulled from its ribs within its hand. it hated thinking about that word in this context, he thought. for the person who had come into his greenhouse that day... they still found a way to hurt him, despite the fact that he was supposed to be able to protect himself now.

people really were no good to him. especially when they're desperate and want something that you told them you can't give them. blamore was honestly conflicted between feeling like he was about to explode from anger and cry out in pain. the flora that was now missing from its body ached like nothing had in years. because when push came to shove, blamore's attacker had removed something from him that it had actually come to admire after a long time of looking at himself in the mirror, and feeling all wrong about what he saw. there was a certain kind of horror in having a part of your bodily autonomy stripped from you. but after reaching the conclusion that nature was indiscriminate in the way it both offered and took life from people, blamore had found some comfort in that. it did essentially mean that what happened to it wasn't personal.

so, it was like just as he was starting to come to peace with what his body looked like now, the fates decided to turn the tables on him. blamore was also in a significant amount of physical pain, and no one here seemed to understand how to help it. so, his desire to see nico morselli right now was like somewhat of a scared kid's: it was all blamore could think about now to the point where it just wanted to hide away from everyone and everything else. burgeon felt very unlike himself, with the way he was curled up with his knees up to his chest and buried his face into them. it needed something to help ground it, but instead, he was being grilled by some new vigilante he'd never seen before.

and lord knows how much disdain blamore felt towards them in general. he moved his body to the side to further avoid having to look at andie, then, and try one last time to shoot her a message that it wasn't interested in talking. ❝ go away. you don't even know the first thing about me, so how could you promise me anything? ❞ a mix between a contemptuous scoff and a half-hearted chuckle left it's mouth, ❝ bring your amis cochons (pig friends) with you too. i never asked to file a police report, so i have no idea why you brought them here. but they'll never be welcome in my home. ❞

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@the-arkham-librarian sent ▲ to pull my muse into their muse's lap.

what happened that friday was honestly inevitable, blamore thought, as the days passed and they both seemed to be spending increasingly more time together; but it just hoped that it wouldn't happen anytime soon. however, life always had a funny way of throwing curveballs at the creature at whatever opportunities it could, and this seemed to be one of those times. it all started with blamore waking up that morning next to elizabeth only to discover it was in pain. pins and needles traveled up from the bottom of his spine to the collarbones he had jutting out of its skin.

the shooting pain that followed this just made matters worse. for, it forced blamore to try to sit up through the pain to go to the bathroom. this was because he remembered that nico, his doctor, had left him something to treat his nerve pain in situations like this — though it had made the rather unwise decision in hindsight to keep it stored in there. blamore, at this point, was trying to keep things quiet so elizabeth could still sleep but it was not an easy task. thus... whenever blamore felt another sharp pain course through the left side of his body right after the other, a clearly distressed groan left his mouth before he could stop himself.

and that unfortunately seemed to rouse eliza from her rest. their eyes had met for a brief moment, after all, in which blamore had to grip the edge of a nearby fixture just to keep himself standing. it wanted to say something, anything to eliza to explain, but the prickling sensation just got worse as it started to pant; a full-body shudder running through its body before a pair of arms was suddenly sweeping blamore into someplace intimately close to eliza. her lap. at first, he attempted to leave her lap, but his muscles felt like they'd become weaker all of a sudden. so blamore decided to curl up in her arms and dig its head into the crook of her neck to at least try to get more comfortable.

❝ it hurts. really hurts, ❞ that was all he could say right now as he started to pant, letting out a whine while a jabbing sensation plagued the area near the base of his spine and hip. ❝ i was... i was going to get some meds, for this. its nerve pain. je suis désolé (i am sorry), eliza, i did my best to make as little noise as possible when i was getting up. ❞ blamore trembled in his spot and swallowed thickly. a fatigued chuckle left it, ❝ but it always feels worse than i remember it being the last time. ❞

❛  my  poor ,  brave  baby .  ❜

the moment that he was allowed to leave the office he was in, blamore thought, he swore that he was going to speed out of there — and that it did. though, it planned on trying to hide its apparent distress from loni upon reaching her in the waiting room, blamore's brain seemed to do a complete 180 at the last second; embracing loni tightly and digging his head into the crook of her neck. the medical procedure that blamore just went through was a lot more horrible than he thought it would be in his opinion.

the creature had no idea what it was thinking now when it told the other that she could stay out here, because he'd be fine. that was when loni had chosen to say those four little words to blamore. and without warning, this triggered its lips to began quivering, as well as a sniff to leave blamore. ❝ mm. t - thank you for waiting for me, mon cher (my dear). i never want to come here again after that, ❞ blamore kept on repeating the words 'everything is going to be okay' in his mind to stop himself from having a breakdown. for, it feared being judged by the people around them, admittedly.

❝ i'll tell you later what they did, but can we just go back to my greenhouse now? unless you have to go to work today, which is... fine, of course. i suppose i could just call nico or something in that case, ❞ blamore wiped at his eyes as he hesitantly pulled away from loni, feeling a 'pins and needles' type sensation running all throughout his back. it hated feeling like it had been stripped down to behaving like a distraught little kid, but blamore felt like he couldn't help it. this doctor was not only someone he didn't trust, but someone who'd put him through pain for a prolonged period of time.

so one could definitely say that the experience wasn't fun to say the least; albeit it was to see about the current state of his nerve damage and whether it was exacerbating, or getting better.

the more that harley talked about this man named 'hush,' the more that blamore didn't want to ever meet him. i mean, she had been a part of gotham's underground for considerably longer than it had been, so it trusted her word. and the other players in it that blamore had already met in gotham? a lot of them were terrible, so it wasn't exactly hard for him to imagine one more 'bad egg' being among the ever-growing list of them. a soft hum of affirmation slipped through its lips then.

❝ mm, so is there something special about his appearance that you can tell me about? because i don't want to run into this thomas elliot if i can avoid it now, ❞ blamore lazily swept its bony tail out to the side while contemplating what it should eat. or, correction, what they should eat considering harley was there. the creature had to think deeply to remember what was in its freezer. there was frozen vegetables, cheese, bread, and leftover homemade soup in there... the homemade soup should do it.

blamore gnawed on his bottom lip when he felt the sensation of some of the plants within his chest moving just enough for it to be noticeable. it never knew how to feel whenever things like these happened in front of people, even though it was out of his control, considering it was due to turgor pressure; blamore quickly covering up what he could of his ribs as if he didn't want to potentially 'freak her out.' waving a hand nonchalantly is what it tried to do to take the attention off of that, ❝ oh, no. i knew as soon as i started to find it harder to get up that i arrange for someone else to take care of my cat for a bit. ❞

while shooting harley a reassuring smile, blamore held onto what was next to him as he took an experimental step forward. ❝ her names marmalade, and she's past being a kitten now. she's never liked bath's but using positive reinforcement has helped her stop clawing me to death when i do give her one, ❞ it let go of the wall next to it before taking yet another step and unfortunately, that was right about the time blamore got hit by a bad hunger pang. hugging himself seemed to be the only thing that kept him upright at that moment.

it let out a deep groan as its stomach growled and its back felt like it was spasming. god's, blamore really should've kept his phone on him when he laid down the last time. because at least then he would've had the option to call someone before things got this bad. blamore honestly accredited the way it kept its accent for so long to its father's, sacha, constant presence in its life. otherwise — his probably would've become more americanized, but it still spoke with that southern french one.

blamore swallowed thickly and released its arms from around itself, a hand rubbing at one of the sides of its spine, ❝ i'm not saying you didn't deal with them. i suppose i only have myself to blame for the confusion, as there are a wide variety of people out there who are french. but everyone in my family is from the south of france. i have met some very nice creole people before, though, and i sometimes wish my maman (mom) would've taken notes from them. ❞ he'd like to say he was joking about that but all blamore remembered of his mother now was that she was selfish and hated him.

so, that just didn't seem to be in the cards for him. ❝ i'll have to take you to the lake in annecy then. the water there is beautiful, and the view of the mountains is even better, ❞ blamore started to take slow steps towards the kitchen then and reached it in about five minutes. however, he had to take a break from standing and sat on one of the countertops afterwards. ❝ yeah. anti-seizure meds can actually also relieve nerve pain. at least, that's what my doctor told me. i've been lucky enough to not have a seizure within my life. but well... ❞

blamore scratched the back of his neck and spent a few beats of time in silence before saying, ❝ i feel like there's always a price to pay whenever you undergo some sort of transformation. whether its physical, mental, or emotional. mine just happened to be that i now have nerve pain and need to eat a ridiculous amount of food to stay alive. ❞

'Oh well Thomas Elliot his street name is Hush. Jus' a huge pile of freakin' shit. Jus' I wouldn't bother with 'em. Trust me I would ratha' be doin' anything even time than be around those people," she said confidently.

Making sure Balmore was steady she smiled that he took time explaining a little what his transformation was like. People composed of greenery made her slightly mystified. After watching a bazillion Captain Planet cartoons and finding people composed of earth being villains more so than heroes left her gobsmacked. At times she still wasn't sure which side of the line Swamp Thing was.

At the mention of a cat Harley jolted and looked about only to calm down when it was explained the feline was being watched. Breathing out slowly she shook her head and leaned back. "Almost gave me a scare there. Thought I drowned out a kitten. Unless ya' got one of the odd balls that is fond of water 'en bathtime."

She took in his home watching the water still seeping into the cracks and crevices left from not being tended. She wondered if there had been a home or any other manner of properties ajoined to the greenhouse or what the story for the place had been. It was fun to make things up in her mind, but only the records would show why it was out here. Listening to his past, it seemed unreal to imagine he was a Gothamite growing up at east end. They said her accent stood out a mile, but Gotham had its own charm with dialect. Shaking her head she felt bad she scolded him over such a thing or brought it up. It wasn't her place to brand him, if anything that certainly wasn't helping him with depression.

"Heyyyy hey heyyyyy.. As fa' tha' accent may I remind you I treated mental patient's. You don't think I didn't deal with alters from otha' dimensions or places? But I wasn't sure if ya' were from France, Canada, Africa... or maybe Louisiana and just a more pronounced Creole? Trust me anytime I am totally down fa' France. I miss it."

She smiled and wondered off for his prescription handing it over without tampering with the bottle. She watched very observant of the pill, no doubt he could see her trying to come to a conclusion on her own. "Oooh okay yeah I jus' I prescribed that for epilepsy. I wasn't sure if you had that cause I found you on the floor and well greenhouse natural lighting? It woulda fit.. but nerve damage? I woulda thought the plants mighta strengthened that. Hmm guess I still got a lot ta' learn."

Anxiety is so fucking hard. You can't lay in your bed, you can't find a place for yourself, you walk around your room and don't know what to do. Hard to breathe. You're panicking. Oh God, I would do anything to get rid of it. I want normal life so bad.

Sleeping is my escaping from my mind, my feelings, my thoughts. That's sad because this is not how life should be

my whole body hurts, but pain of my thoughts are way more painful