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people on my main are fully witnessing a long lasting emotional flashback and have no idea . god
#local boy has the worst coping mechanisms known to man#meow :3#anyway remember when i said maxime might be getting his host status back. yeah that's not happening#i'm hogging front *and* constantly reminding myself of the incident that cost him said status in the first place#sorry man. better luck next time#🌷#sunny#flashback in the broadest sense of the term. yes its a flashback to a very traumatic event‚ no i am not upset#traumatic event of which i have complitely dissociated the negative aspects of. im ignoring it. im being selfish. i really dont care#so flashback‚ but not in a ptsd way. just in a mentally-im-back-there way.#extremely dissociated from the current time period. it is march 2023 in my head right now. brain not adapted to november.#today is march 22nd 2023 and everything is fine#<- common utterence of a boy who is completely fucked
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Holiday Season
pairing. obsessed 141 / polar bear-hybrid reader *scenario/headcanons
note. gender neutral reader. reader is physically described to be 6ft or over. common hybrid features such as animal ears, tail, nose, claws, and paw pads.
cw. unhealthy relationships/yandere themes, meat and blood mentions, a lot of eating from hands mentions, a weird type of infantilization, big bad bear is called cute a stupid amount of times, dangerous but passive reader, vague made-up base because i watch too many movies.
Holed up in the middle of fucking nowhere, Alaska, the white wasteland. That's how the 141 were going to spend the merry month of December. Endless snow in sight and no family to be found. A complete and utter joke of a holiday season.
It scarcely matters, the food that's been stored, the dense furniture they've been given, even the solace they find in each other. It's miserable out here. The freeze is always licking at their skin, seeping through their layered clothes to cling to the exposed nape. It's their constant company.
Yet, something else bothers them. A hint that only their trained eyes could catch in their misery. An entity, perhaps, something that follows the men without rest. It's a shadow of winter, blanketing itself around the base and leaving its warmth with no trace to its next destination. Only something another human could pull off.
Dishes left strewn on the counter are returned to their cupboards, clean and scrubbed. Leftovers are consistently missing a bite more than what Soap remembers wolfing the night before. If a blanket or pillow goes missing, best bet it doesn't come back. It doesn't take much convincing for Price to round up his boys to find out the root of their question. Not when they've nothing else to do.
It's Soap who finds you first. Rummaging through the fridge with a plastic container in your hands, that adorable black nose covered in spaghetti sauce. He wonders how they didn't hear you sooner with the way you carelessly scarf down the contents. You remind him a little of himself...
Little round ears perk up at the sound of his gasp. Soap freezes in place as your head cranes back to inspect him. Eyes staring at him with indifference, a lone noodle stuck to your cheek and tomato red staining your considerably large teeth. Sharp and big, enough to poke out from your mouth and dig into your chapped bottom lip. A similarly large grayish-blue tongue swipes out to clean the damning evidence.
So. Fucking. Cute.
Johnny is thanking the names of every God he knows when you let him lead you by hand to his team. A new warmth flows through his body, lighting up his dormant nerves in the winter night, your thick black claws prodding into his rough skin. You must be a docile ol' thing, obediently following him to his buddies, though only after he bribes you with more meals to come. He'll cook up the whole damn kitchen if it means you trail him like this daily.
Ghost is sure that Johnny's the one hiding furry ears and a tail when he rushes over like a dog with a fresh new bone. That, and he's more crazy than he imagined dragging over what looks to be a six foot something polar bear hybrid right his way. Ghost doesn't forget things easily, and he's confident that said bears are known to be the most eager predators in the presence of flesh. Not just by circumstance, no, by nature.
A strange thought does pop up in head. That fluffy white tail you sport catches his eye for longer than he'd like to admit. He wonders. If he offered up a nice, raw chunk of seal to you, would it wag in anticipation? Would your ears twitch at the sounds of his boots crunching in the snow, bringing you yet another delicious catch? He could be the perfect provider for you, he thinks. Maybe even have you hunt alongside him, a bonding ritual of sorts. Blood all over your mouth, allowing only Simon to dab away at your chin with a towel. What a sight to behold. Two predators in the same room.
Gaz takes a step away before doing the exact opposite a minute later. You're not just some wild animal, and he's half worried he just disrespected you to your face (you didn't see it). Any bit of nervousness he had melts away when you gently push your nose into his warm hands. He was going for a handshake, but this is surprisingly preferred. Seems he missed wiping some the cocoa from a recent pot of hot chocolate. He hadn't expected you to be so... soft. If you want more, he's got a heap of cookies hidden away in his room. No issue with you visiting him for a late night snack. Christ, he'll even handfeed you if you're feeling lazy, no worries.
Captain Price nearly drops the flimsy cup of coffee held in his gloved hands. Fucking giant thing you are. He nearly drops it again when your nose takes a sharp turn to the smell of his beverage. Not picky, are you... He'll keep note of that for later. From the looks of it, you're adapting well to the chaos of his batch, sniffing and patiently waiting for Soap to release you from his iron grip on your paw pad. He also takes note of what your wearing almost immediately, Arctic grade parka wrapped around your waist in favor of standard workwear, more akin to a jumpsuit than winter gear. Unbelievable. However, that does explain it now. You work here.
It makes sense, considering you're one of the more volatile hybrids. So many people, including your bosses, are uneasy about the predators. It must've been particularly bad for you. Hiding you away in a big and lonely base to eat dinner at an empty table. The world unable to appreciate you for what you are.
Price on the other hand, he knows his boys like the back of his hand. They understand your type. Would take you in without judgement or fear. Indulge you. Feed you fat red meat from calloused palms and let you lap at the warm blood still dripping on the snow. Gladly clean the droplets that stain your pure white parka. Make you warm.
#btw i genuinely love winter. it is literally the only season that makes me happy. fuck you summer (is born in july)#mine#yandere#yandere cod
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— SIMPLIFY ROMANCE *̥ nct dream 00 line [series]
You can try to simplify romance— reduce it to a touch, call it odd attraction, a pull of a magnet... but what if you're in love?
Everyone's story is different. One starts with a last resort decision, another one sparks from a petty argument, while some find the one by a total accident and the most lucky ones find love in their best friend... What do all of the boys in those stories have in common? They're completely, utterly smitten with their special someone, and while some are more casual about it, some go above and beyond to impress the girl of their dreams.
Sprawled across the couch of Liu Yangyang’s basement, passing along bottles of beer and laughing to themselves, there’s a group of people enjoying their Friday evening. The low melody of the music playing in the background is loud enough to make you move your head to the beat of the drums, yet still quiet enough to not disturb the conversation going on as the friend group decides to play a round of every college student’s dream game– Truth or dare.
“Renjun! Truth or dare,” Yangyang perks up from his place, occupying the bean bag in the very corner of the room.
“Truth,” the latter hums, too lazy to actually stand up from his place on the old, cigarette-smelling sofa in case of getting a dare that requires being active.
“What’s the most over the top thing you’ve done to get a girl?”
The boy chuckles, rolling his eyes as his gaze drifts to the girl sitting on his right, the feeling of being exposed creeping up his cheeks in embarrassment; he wonders if he can play off his flushed cheeks as being too drunk and not at all flustered. Sighing, he shakes his head as he prepares to answer, already getting ready for the amount of teasing that will surely come next, knowing how his friends are, grabbing every possible opportunity to laugh at someone.
And while they all have every right to tease and poke fun at him for his love story, the knowledge that one day, they were just as down bad as he was back then brings him courage as he tells the truth; because as long as he’s aware, there are people in this circle who have acted way more dramatic than him in the process of getting the girl of their dreams to like them…
Everyone’s story is different, but you know what they all have in common?
They’ve all been utter simps for a special someone before.
✲ 01. blondes are done with fun — huang renjun.
a rumor has it that the popular couple in town broke up after years of being together. having to share your favorite seat in class with the male part of said relationship, you try to find out how to make your heartbroken project partner warm up to you— or— huang renjun goes blonde when he's sad.
journalism student! renjun x fem! journalism student! reader
genre. college au, acquaintances to lovers. fluff, comedy, angst, smut.
wc. 30k
✲ 02. take the stairs — na jaemin.
after having an unexpected guest witness the neverending quarrels with your roommate, na jaemin starts to practically live at your place— or— where yizhuo's flegmatic project partner starts to put a suspicious amout of effort into their assignment.
neurophysiology student! na jaemin x fem! literature student! reader
genre. college au, strangers to lovers. fluff, comedy, suggestive.
wc. 18k
✲ 03. dancing in my backseat — lee donghyuck.
there are only a few things in which men value their social status; one of them being the number of girls in their bed, the next one their rank in league of legends, and lastly, their cars— or— where you would never fuck a guy without a driver's licence.
film student! lee donghyuck x fem! film student! reader
genre. college au, acquaintances to lovers. fluff, comedy, suggestive.
wc. 24k
✲ 04. language of averted eyes — lee jeno.
an anonymous love confession appears on your university confession page one day and you drag your best friend along to help you find the person behind it— or— where lee jeno aimlessly pretends to look for an answer he already knows.
computer science student! lee jeno x fem! music student! reader
genre. college au, best friends to lovers. fluff, angst, comedy.
wc. tba! [est. 15k]
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(c) 2023 rrxnjun. all rights reserved.
Do not translate or repost anywhere.
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Can’t stop thinking about Eren and Reiner having a munch off and seeing who can make you cum the hardest.
(Cause we all know the biggest munches out of all the men are them like… 🧎🏾♀️)
BAYBEEEE! Literally sitting here going half crazy 😫 both of humanity’s best eaters at the SAME TIME?! oh, let’s just get into it..it’s been a while since I’ve written a lil 3sum and y’all picked my husbands too 😵💫🌚
content warning: threesome, oral sex, spit play, fingering, slapping, the boys arguing over you 😭, choking
“C’mon, darling. Keep your legs open for us, okay?”
“And move that fucking hand, I won’t say it again..”
the complete and utter contrast of two men working vehemently on the same mission. One, as sweet as could be..always gentle and so attentive to your needs. The other, a bit more aggressive with a tendency to get rough in bed. But you always left satisfied..both with one common goal in mind..to make you come your brains out! Reiner Braun and Eren Jaeger, long time friends and coworkers of yours. For as long as you had known either of them, they acted exactly like this. Reiner, always subtly and shyly flirting with you, as if he were too nervous to talk. And Eren being playful and silly, even poking fun at you from time to time. You had never known them to be particularly close and they’d had their fair share of arguments but the one thing they shared was their infatuation with you! Each man vying for your attention and trying to get at least one shot to make you theirs. From that pretty smile, prettier face and kind spirit. Not to mention that beautiful body..they were smitten. But you had an even better solution: let them both have you!
so after a few drinks and some sultry confessions, the three of you made your way to the bedroom and from there, things only grew more intense. Going from making out with each man, both feeding you sloppy kisses until Reiner began to feel up on your breasts, removing them from your tank top as he bent down to flick his tongue on your nipples. Eren on the other hand shoved his fingers into your panties and began rubbing on your clit. Taking turns in delivering pleasure throughout your body..eventually, you found yourself flat on your back, legs dangling in the air and both of their faces buried between your thighs; tongues only mere inches apart as they both lapped on those folds.
“..she’s so wet, does that feel good, sweetheart?” Reiner’s gravelly voice rang out over the sound of him sucking your clit so profusely. You couldn’t believe how sloppily he devoured you…a stark contrast from the rather reserved man you knew at your job. But Eren wasn’t one to be outdone either. Pushing him with a gentle shove, he’d pump those fingers in and out of that tightness, tugging gently on your folds with his teeth before spitting down onto it. Moving with the precision of a well oiled machine yet the other was only interested in bringing you to a climatic peak first. And needless to say, they were getting rather competitive.. “Yeah, no thanks to you. C’mon, baby. That country bumpkin can’t eat this pretty ass pussy like I can. He has no idea what to do with you. Tell him.” Eren giving you that cocky smirk as his digits remained inside of you..slowly moving as he brought the other hand to your jaw and tapped lightly. You’d soon find yourself suckling his fingers to pacify your moans and you had never felt more submissive, falling underneath his spell. However, Reiner had no plans of sitting back and allowing him to get the credit. Shoving him back, he’d swirl his tongue around your bud, gliding a hand up between your breasts to your throat to clutch lightly. He’d tilt your head down to ensure all focus was on him and him alone. “Eyes on me, darling. You don’t need that arrogant jackass, do ya? I’ll give ya’ all you need. Isn’t that right?” Giving you a wink as he sucked a little longer on your clit that previously before and not breaking eye contact once. Meanwhile, the only thing that you could do was moan and scream; barely catching your breath as you felt that climax coming on..just like the three previous ones they had drawn forth from you. One making you cream all over his fingers and the other finishing it out by coaxing out a stream of squirt. Regardless of their little competition, one thing was for certain: you’d never let either of them go!
@violetxxvenom here you go boo 🤭🫶🏾
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hi king!! could i get a uuuuhhh…
"I'll do anything for a woman with a knife."
🩷 w/luke? xoxo
we tried something different with a wee historical fiction/prince au🤠they are not my forte but i wanted to try challenging myself. thank you for requesting!🫶🏽
22. "I'll do anything for a woman with a knife."
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Luke had always found the royal festivities to be tedious and long winded.
Maybe it was because they very rarely focused on him, with most guests taking interest in his parents or his older brothers—Quinn especially, being next in line to the throne. Or maybe—just fucking maybe—he found them tedious and long winded and boring because they were.
He wasn’t even sure what the reasoning behind this one was, if he was being completely honest. Though, there was never usually a good reason for many of the high class patrons of the kingdom to deny the chance to be invited into the castle or flaunt their pretty fabrics. But Luke had to assume this one was semi-important if people from neighbouring kingdoms—people of importance—were making the journey.
Still, it did little to make him feel anything but utter boredom as he did his rounds. He flashed the guests a few smiles, usually letting Jack or Quinn take over the conversation. And once he had shown his face for a socially appropriate amount of time, he found himself sneaking off in the shadows to find something to occupy himself before his father’s expected speech.
Usually, he would find himself sneaking into the kitchens to see if the staff would slip him a few desserts before dinner or some snacks to entertain him with.
This time around, Luke didn’t even make it to the secret corridor that led down the kitchen before he was pressed against the wall, his breath knocked out of his lungs and something cold pressed against his neck.
“Shit,” you hissed, only your eyes visible to the boy as you glanced over his face.
Maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through him that didn’t have him thinking straight. Maybe it was the excitement for something different to happen at this ball.
Or maybe Luke just lacked common sense and self-preservation because the only response he managed after a random woman dressed in all black with a knife pressed against his throat was, “pick the wrong prince?”
You blinked. “You matched the description.”
“So…I was the right prince?” He asked, something akin to amusement in his voice and it threw you off.
“Do you have your life threatened often?” You questioned, partially rhetorical because a part of you was genuinely interested in the answer. “You seem very calm.”
“I just assumed if you wanted me dead, I would have been dead already,” he replied honestly, making no move to try and escape your hold. He had a feeling you would bury that knife in him before he even got the chance to take a step.
“I could still kill you if you don’t listen to what I say,” you told him, and he knew better than to question how truthful you were with that promise.
But still, Luke was young and sheltered and spent far too much of his time trapped in the castle, learning how to be a prim and proper gentleman. There was something thrilling about you and, for reasons his own brain couldn’t comprehend, he didn’t want to lose your attention just yet.
“I’ll do anything for a woman with a knife,” he retorted, his lips twitching upwards when he noticed your eyes widen slightly in response.
“It’s like you have a death wish,” you grumbled, the edge of your blade digging a little further into his skin.
“So if I wasn’t your target, who was?” He asked casually, like you were two acquaintances catching up. Like there wasn’t the possibility of someone turning the corner and finding the two of you. Like there weren't guards already starting to notice his absence.
“None of your business,” you snapped, your eyes narrowed in annoyance. He wondered if you were contemplating whether or not he was worth killing and adding the extra hassle for.
“It seems like my business when you have a blade to my throat,” Luke added cheekily.
“You have no sense of survival,” you told him like it was an insult.
He grinned. “Perks of being a prince, I assume.”
“I don’t have time for this,” you grumbled and, in a blink of his eye, you were already three paces away from him. “You’re distracting me.”
He pushed down the uneasy feeling in his chest the second you were no longer pressed against him, the second your eyes were no longer on him. “Will I see you again?”
You paused, tilting your head to the side. He couldn’t see your mouth but he had the strongest sense that you were smirking beneath your mask.
“Depends what kind of enemies you plan to make, Your Highness.”
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#cece's cocktail celebration#luke hughes#nhl#new jersey devils#luke hughes x reader#luke hughes x you#luke hughes x y/n#luke hughes fic#luke hughes one shot#nhl x reader#nhl x you#nhl x y/n#nhl fic#nhl one shot
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something i didn't know | modern au | part one
Pairing: Dark!Perv!TA! Viktor x Fem!Reader (NSFWish)
Series Synopsis: Jayce’s roommate has a reputation as the coldest person in Piltover’s University, but there's a side of him that people just don't know.
Chapter Summary: Jayce seems to struggle for the first time in becoming friends with someone: his roommate Viktor. Getting drunk and dragging you with him may or may not have been a good idea.
Warnings: perv!viktor, dub-con touching (she isn't opposed to it & is also tipsy), cussing(?, alcohol consumption, dom & sub undertones, lazy ah ending
Word Count: 2.1K
Jayce’s frustrated footsteps echoed across your living room while you munched on a blueberry muffin. You had gone over this maybe a thousand times but he still seemed to not be over the situation.
“I swear to god, I don't get why he doesn't like me” You leaned back on the sofa as you watched him pace angrily. “I mean who wouldn't accept this gift?” The fresh batch of muffins he had baked earlier sat on your coffee table looking as miserable as Jayce right now.
Ever since your friend had joined the University’s dorms he had been facing the biggest of problems: his roommate Viktor. Despite all of Jayce’s attempts to befriend the guy, everything he planned seemed to backfire. Today’s failed attempt had been the muffins.
“Why didn't he accept them?” You asked while watching Jayce unceremoniously sit on the floor.
“He said we wouldn't eat all of them and that they would go to waste.” He sighed. “Normally people love talking to me, it's so weird to have him reject me like that.”
“Well, maybe you should focus on something else. Don't get so worked up about it, you have many other friends here”
In all honesty, everyone in Piltover University’s literature department knew about Viktor. He was the assigned teacher’s assistant for Heimerdinger’s class and he stuck out like a sore thumb: while everyone had different personalities and ways to approach someone, Viktor was just cold as fuck.
His stance made him look rough in front of everyone and his voice was as sharp as his cheekbones, cutting through the air mercilessly.
No one dared to cross the Czech guy and no one tried to approach him if it wasn't strictly for class purposes.
The level of interaction you held with Viktor was little to none; you were in Heimerdinger’s class but never talked and rarely asked for any advice. Your interactions with him were very rare but you frequently saw him a couple of times at your favorite coffee shop, the school’s library, and near the fountain in front of the dorm rooms, but that seemed to change since you now saw him a lot more often now that he became Jayce’s roommate.
Ever since you had met Jayce, it had become a common occurrence for you guys to crash into each other's homes to cook something (mostly pastries); it was a fun tradition and provided you guys with something to do while you engaged in entertaining conversations.
Now that you were in college, the tradition didn't die, and twice each week you would meet up in each other's dorms to keep up with the fun, which were the times you happened to see Viktor.
What you didn't know, however, was that Viktor would very rarely come out of his room, leaving Jayce little to no chances of socializing with his roommate.
The only times he would leave his room were when you came over to cook with Jayce; he would sit down to read his book in the living room while you guys chattered away, and then he would coldly turn Jayce down when he asked if he wanted to join you guys. It was like the golden-eyed menace did it on purpose to show the Talis boy that he would be always so close and so far from him.
Now, you were back in your dorm so Jayce could whine and complain some more about his unapproachable roommate. The complete and utter rejection had made his mood come plummeting down, and as a consequence, you sat in your living room watching him eat the muffins himself while waiting for Caitlin to come back from her date.
“If I can't make everyone my friend, how can I be like Bill Gates or Steve Jobs? How can I get everyone to like me?” He huffed a sigh of annoyance as he laid down on your carpet.
“Just hang on for a while, I'm sure he's just shy… It might take a while for him to open up.”
“Yeah... Sure” Jayce muttered sassily. He stared at the ceiling for a couple of seconds before he sat up. “You know what? I have the one and only solution to this problem” You frowned in confusion and asked him what he was thinking, to which he just grinned widely and reached into Caitlin’s forbidden cabinet. “We are going to get absolutely shitfaced!”
“No, no. Hell-fucking-no.” You shook your head as you watched him pour Vodka inside Cait’s ‘#1 Criminologist’ mug. “You- You can't do that, it's a Wednesday night, we have class tomorrow!”
“Um, yeah, I know” He chuckled while taking a big sip from his mug and pouring you a cup. “It's just a little bit, you won't get drunk or anything, just giggly.”
You hesitantly accepted the cup he had given you and sipped slowly on the liquid, pouring some of the contents on a plant nearby. Soon enough, it seemed as if Jayce had forgotten all his problems. He had danced around and posted Instagram stories that he would soon regret before he single-handedly decided to play a drinking game while watching mean girls, ignoring how you had nearly fallen asleep on the floor. The only thing that pulled you out of your trance was the sound of the door opening as it revealed Caitlin’s grinning form, though her smile didn't last long, dropping as soon as she saw yours and Jayce’s bodies sprawled on the floor next to an empty bottle, him quizzically watching Regina George scribbling in her burn book.
“Really, Jayce? It's a Wednesday night” both her hands rested on her waist as she watched the Talis boy try to get up without stumbling. You, on the other hand, were a lot more sober, and managed to give him a hand while pausing the movie. Caitlin turned to you, sighing “Tomorrow I would love to get an explanation, but I'm really tired and want to go to bed.”
You nodded and offered her a hug before she made a beeline to her room, closing the door behind her. You helped Jayce sit on the sofa before cleaning the mess of muffins and mugs on the floor. Thankfully it wasn't bad and it was fast to clean; you really were thankful you were just tipsy as opposed to Jayce, who was totally and utterly fucked up.
“You know, if we were all animals, my name would be orange” Jayce’s words had stopped making any sense a while ago, so you chose to ignore him as you helped him up in order to take him to his dorm. The whole journey through the dark hallway consisted of treating him like a champ every time he managed to put one foot in front of the other without tripping on his own legs.
It felt as if years had passed when you made it to his door, and only then did you notice how late it was. You cringed at the thought of ringing the doorbell since you really didn't wish to wake Viktor up; only god knew how he would react to this kind of situation, and you were terribly embarrassed to have him see you in this condition, but you had no other choice.
You rang once and then twice, but there had been no answer, so when Jayce, in his drunken state, chose to knock loudly, you panicked and pulled his hand away from it, which proved to be the wrong move when he then resorted to screaming Viktor’s name.
“Jayce, no! Shut up!” You whined, putting your hands over his mouth to make him quiet down when the door opened all of a sudden to reveal an angry-looking Viktor, leaning on his cane with a cup of coffee in his hand. Just as you were about to say something, Jayce stumbled inside the apartment and pushed you off of him, making you trip on Viktor’s figure.
You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt two hands grab onto your arms and prevent you from falling, but as soon as they reached you, a warm caffeinated liquid spilled all over your body. You hissed as you felt the hot beverage burn your skin lightly but paid it no mind as you saw Viktor stumble onto the wall for support since his cane had fallen on the ground.
“Oh I'm sorry” You muttered, reaching for his cane and his mug, that thankfully had not broken thanks to the carpeted floor.
“No need to apologize.” He muttered, his gaze traveling from you to Jayce’s figure lying limp on the floor and rolling his eyes as he closed the door behind you with a sigh. “It is disappointing to say that this isn't the first time this happens.”
You nodded agreeing with him as you dozed off, fisting at your shirt to lessen the pain of the burn. Viktor’s eyes roamed all over your figure noticing your slightly drunken state before moving towards Jayce and pulling him up with one arm.
You followed him as you grabbed the rest of his roommate’s body and helped put him down on the sofa, where he giggled slightly before dozing off.
“I'm really sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen.” You said. “We were only supposed to wait for my roommate, not... Whatever this is” You put your hand on your forehead as you sighed tiredly, feeling a headache prodding at your head.
Viktor shook his head as he stared coldly at his roommate, silently cursing his irresponsible nature. The Talis guy had been utterly annoying ever since he moved in; a total pain in the ass. Viktor could dare say the only positive aspect of having to room with him was that he got to see you more often.
“Come here.” He said as he signaled you to follow him. You frowned as you got up, following him into his room. The lights were dimly turned on and his desk was full of papers he seemed to have been grading. He headed straight to his dresser, fiddling around the drawer until he pulled out a white T-Shirt. He turned around and looked straight into your eyes as he signaled to his bed. “Sit”
You hurried to do as he said, your eyes roaming all over the room while he disappeared into his bathroom: the place was neat, the only messy spot being his desk, as opposed to your own room. His coat was perched neatly on his chair, reminding you of how mysterious he looked while he was out and about off-campus. It was very good-looking, and you wondered how the expensive material would look on you. Before you could conjure up any crazy thoughts, the sound of his footsteps brought you back to reality as you saw him approaching you with a wet towel.
He sat next to you on the bed and only then did you realize the stickiness of the coffee that had stuck to your skin. You were still a little dazed so you didn't protest when you felt Viktor’s fingers slip under your shirt and pull it off. When you made eye contact with him you wondered how you had never swam on those honey-eyed pools, and came to realize that his cold attire became less scary from up close.
However, the second you felt Viktor’s towel touch your chest you became aware of your state of undress. You tried to squirm away from him, hoping to cover yourself up, but he put a hand on your thigh, preventing you from doing so. Your mind focused on Viktor’s eyes as you felt the cold towel roaming all over your upper body, giving special attention to your chest.
“Viktor-” You whined as you felt his hand dip with the towel inside the valley between your breasts. Only then you noticed how close you actually were to Viktor; his breath mixed with yours and your eyes clashed with his. The moment both your noses touched you felt his hand graze all the way from your shoulder to end up snapping the waistband of your shorts against your skin, making him smirk at your reaction before pulling away.
You were no longer dazed when he put the towel down and reached for his T-Shirt, shamelessly eyeing your breasts. You reached your hand out for him to hand it to you, but he tutted pulling it out of your reach. “Let me help you, můj miláček”. You frowned but obliged, allowing him to do as he pleased. After putting both your arms through the holes in the shirt, he caressed your hair before standing up and offering you his hand.
He then proceeded to walk you to your apartment.
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Parting with Nancy wasn't so sorrowful this time. They didn't really need a word for what they were. They both understood there was always going to be a connection between them. There was no escaping it. They weren't over, nor were they technically together. Nancy left for college with Chrissy. Nancy had practically squealed when she found out that Chrissy had dreamed of going to Boston University for school. She always loved Boston, and it had a great dance program. They had quickly agreed to get an apartment together. Steve knew without a doubt that Nancy could survive there on her own, but he was glad that a little piece of home would be there with her, someone who knew what it was like and why they screamed in the middle of the night. Nancy knew that Steve could never leave the kids, nor would she want him to, and Steve couldn't ask her to stay, nor would he want to.
"Hey, I thought I would find you here," Eddie said.
Steve was lying down on a blanket on top of Mount Weathertop, staring up at the bright twinkling stars. He was so relieved that they could all see the sky again. Eddie plopped down next to him.
"By all means, Munson, join me," Steve said sarcastically, without any heat.
"You know you want me, big boy," Eddie said. "You missing Nancy?"
"Yeah. You miss Chrissy?"
"Fucking miss her like crazy and it hasn't even been a day."
"Figured you two would have gotten sick of each other after spending like a month in bed together," Steve laughed.
"Fuck off. It wasn't a month. Did you and Nancy get sick of each other?" Eddie asked.
"No," Steve smiled.
"Can I ask what you two are now?" He asked.
"Friends, I guess. Something more than that, I don't know how to explain it," he said. "I know that we talked a lot about there being a future for us, whatever it is."
"Hm, well, basically me and Chrissy too. She straight up asked for an open relationship, though, and I was happy to give it her," Eddie said.
"Nancy's heart was always too big. She couldn't love just one person," Steve said.
"I guess that's something you and Nancy have in common," Eddie said.
"I just hope that we meet people who understand that it's never going to be truly over for us," Steve said, shrugging.
"You will. You're worth it," he whispered. "And who knows, maybe you've already met them."
"Have I?" He asked.
Steve turned on his side, supporting his head with his fist. Eddie did the same. They were no longer looking at the stars. They were now gazing into each other's eyes.
"I think so," Eddie said, flashing his dimples.
"So, this person that I might have met. . .they wouldn't get jealous of my relationship with Nancy?" Steve asked.
"No, because I think they would be hoping that you wouldn't have a problem with their own relationship," he said, placing his free hand on Steve’s hip.
"I definitely don't," Steve replied.
Steve bit his lip. He loved Eddie's beautiful brown eyes. They were so much darker than his own hazel eyes, and in certain lights, they looked black. Eddie's eyes were so expressive. They could say so much without Eddie ever uttering a word. Right now, they were saying that he didn't have to let go of Nancy in order to hold onto him. Steve smiled and pushed him until he fell on his back again. Eddie cackled. Steve laid down on his chest, laying down on him completely. Eddie wrapped his arms around him tightly and kissed the top of his hair. Steve pressed his ear fully against him, closed his eyes, and listened to the promise of his heartbeat. . .the promise of him.
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For @jegulus-microfic
Prompt: Forest WC: 700
Tags: I’m on a RSKC kick pls don’t hate me, amortentia brewing, James is Losing It, oops sunshine boy is really attracted to the three most untouchable people in Hogwarts
Title: “3x3”
“Uh, Professor?” James calls out, his voice is wobbling and he knows Sirius is looking at him with that look.
Slughorn comes teetering over to his brewing station and peers into his cauldron, “Why, Mr Potter! This looks fabulous, my boy! Well done! Fifteen points to Gryffindor for a perfectly brewed Amortentia on the first try,”
The portly professor goes to wobble away from his brewing station, but James snags his robe sleeve before he can get too far. He’s never been more grateful for his darker complexion because his face is on fire from how hard he’s blushing.
“Thank you, sir, but, um..I didn’t ask you over here to look at the potion. I know I brewed it correctly, but…” he pauses and squeezes his eyes shut tightly, his voice is barely a hoarse whisper when he speaks again, “I think there’s something wrong,”
Slughorn shows a remarkable amount of tact compared to his usual level of social bumbling and comes closer to the cauldron, “What’s the trouble, m’boy?”
James grabs his potions book and shows Slughorn a passage he’s underlined in his annotations, “It says here that you’re supposed to smell three things that attract you,”
Slughorn chuckles, “Not to worry, Mr Potter, if you only smell one or two things, there’s nothing wrong with your potion. The scents it produces and the quantity of them is different for everyone. It’s just most common for people to smell three,”
James gulps, most of the class is staring at him now. He wants the ground to swallow him whole. There must be complete and utter panic in his eyes when he looks at Slughorn, because the man looks quite concerned. James’ mouth is completely dry and his voice scratches his throat when he forces the words out of his mouth.
“That’s the thing, sir,” he mumbles, averting his gaze to the far wall of the classroom to avoid any gaze on him, “I smell nine,”
The potions professor chokes on air and splutters, “Nine? Nine distinct, separate, individual scents?”
James nods miserably. See, the thing is, he knows who each of those scents belong to. He could tell instantly which three people each scent belongs to, and to give you a hint — none of them are Lily Evans.
He runs an agitated hand through his hair, “It cycles through in threes, sir,”
“Explain,” Slughorn demands. James nods, a pained expression on his face.
He leans forward over his cauldron and takes a deep breath, inhaling the potion’s aroma.
“Sea salt, mint, and new Quidditch leathers,” Regulus.
James steps away from the cauldron, breathing in the unscented air of the classroom. He leans over it again and inhales.
“Whiskey, cigarette smoke, and sweat,” Barty.
He repeats it again, stepping away, breathing in unaltered air, leaning back over the cauldron, inhaling.
“Vanilla, broom polish, and the Forbidden Forest after a rain storm,” Evan.
Slughorn studies James with wide eyes, “Fascinating,” he whispers, “I must contact some colleagues about this,”
The potions professor scuttles away and James scoffs. So much for help. He looks up from his station and meets the eyes of a very amused Remus Lupin, who has a wolf’s nose and probably knows just as well as James does who smells like he describes, and Mary MacDonald, who alongside Peter runs the entirety of the Hogwarts gossip mill. He buries his head in his hands and groans.
He gives it an hour before the whole castle knows about this. He gives it a solid two minutes before a specific group people figure out the meaning behind what James smelt. They are never going to let him live this down.
In shorter words, James is fucked. And it’s not in the way he’d like to be.
He slumps down on his stool, dropping his head into his folded arms and wonders if it’s possible for him to go live out the rest of his days as a stag in the forest. He’ll take his chances with Hagrid’s gigantic gang of murderous spiders if it means he can escape the hellscape of embarrassment he’s about to endure at the hand of three Slytherin shitheads.
#jegulus microfic#regulus black#james potter#evan rosier#barty crouch jr#marauders era#jegulus#barty crouch junior#Jegulus x Rosekiller#regulus x james x evan x barty
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The Heavy Burden That You Can't Bear
Pairings: Radskier, Radovid/original male character
Characters: Radovid, Jaskier (through flashbacks), original male character
Additional tags: character study, guilt, angst, hurt no comfort, anal fingering, anal sex, flashbacks, self-hatred, alcohol abuse/alcoholism, blood, villain origin story, somewhat, heartbreak
Word count: 2, 212 words
Chapters: 1/1
Summary: He grabbed the oil from the table and coated his fingers with it, cursing the way they shook. The mighty, unapologetic King of Redania. Radovid the Stern. The tyrant. Broken to the point he started breaking everything and everyone around him, punishing the world because punishing himself wasn’t enough anymore. The charming, witty player of a Prince long gone. Now he was just a lonely, angry King who has aged decades in a few years. More pathetic than ever.
The servant gasped as Radovid shoved two fingers inside him without warning. He squirmed as the king prepared him without any finesse, stretching him out quick. He probably didn’t even open him enough before he slicked himself and started pushing inside, if the way his breath hitched in a way that sounded more pained than pleasured was anything to go by.
Radovid grabbed the man’s hips as he buried himself inside. He closed his eyes, letting the warmth of the body before him engulf him. Tight and warm, silky heat. A quiet moan. Radovid let it all take him back to the memories that haunted his every waking moment.
Author's notes: I actually thought I would never write a fic with Radovid at the forefront (Hugh is an amazing actor, but he is just not that interesting to me as a character), but I suddenly had this mega angsty scenario in my head... what if next season we see him as the stern, broken and hateful because of the guilt and everything that happened? And what if he fucked someone and imagined it was Jaskier?? (hand me the script I am ready)
Anyways, I decided to go full angst and also try to delve into his mind to understand him a bit more?
Feedback is super super appreciated, but no hate comments pretty please!
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He was not completely right- no one would be, obviously. But he will have to do, for now. Even if his hair and stubble were lighter in color, even if his pretty blue eyes looked too sheepish. A watered down, cheap version of the real thing. The vest had a different pattern on it, and the flowers on the blouse had a different color.
None of it, none of him was what Radovid actually needed- but then again, the real thing was not what he deserved either, so he had no right to complain, now did he?
The servant went to his knees quickly, bowing his head down deep. Radovid stared down on him with utter disinterest.
“Your Majesty,” the servant said politely. He looked up carefully, and when he was looking up at Radovid from beneath his lashes, for a fleeting moment, he resembled him a little better. Radovid hooked a finger under his chin and lifted his head to inspect his face.
He was probably a bit younger than Jaskier, too. Not by much, Radovid made it very clear for his minions that they were not to bring a wide-eyed virgin boy to his chambers, lest they wanted their head to separate from their neck. They did a better job than last time: the whore they last brought to him practically had nothing in common with the poet. This servant, whom Radovid hasn’t even seen before, looked the part a bit better despite his obvious flaws. If Radovid strained his mind (and perhaps had one more goblet of wine), he could imagine Jaskier instead of him.
“Get up,” Radovid ordered. The servant stood quickly, head still hanging down. None of the flair, none of the confidence. No cheeky smiles and teasing glances. Radovid sighed deeply.
He gripped the other man’s jaw and leaned in to capture his lips in a kiss. The servant winced at first, probably appalled by the stink of the alcohol on his breath, but he knew better than to resist a king. He opened his mouth willingly, letting Radovid slip his tongue inside.
Jaskier panted against his mouth when they last kissed. He kissed like his life depended on it, grabbing onto Radovid’s shoulders, caressing his chest and holding his face so gently, meanwhile his clever tongue explored his mouth needily. Jaskier was so hungry for love, for life. He put everything into his kisses, a silent plea of “please, love me as much as I love you, please, take care of me the way I’ve taken care of everyone in my life”. His begging has fallen on deaf ears, unfortunately.
The servant’s cheeks were flushed when Radovid pulled back. He bit his lip sweetly and fluttered his lashes up at him. Now, that look… that look was very similar. And even though Radovid wanted nothing more than a perfect copy of what he had for a fleeting moment before losing it so spectacularly, now it was almost too much, too painful.
He grabbed the servant at the hips and spun him around, pushing him against the table. A soft moan left his lips as he bent over oh so willingly. Radovid watched the curve of his hips, the way the strands of his hair curled just slightly at the back of his neck.
He pulled down the man’s trousers along with his underwear. The servant pushed his ass out, but Radovid was too busy freeing himself of his own breeches to pay much attention to his pleas to be touched. His cock was already hard, and wasn’t it so ironic, that the self-loathing did nothing to flag his desires, in fact, it may have even fed them more? That his body seemed to chase the shame that came with it every single time he ordered someone up to his room, dressed like the doll of the one that got away?
He didn’t get away, a voice in his head reminded him. You lost him.
Radovid took himself into his hand and squeezed, almost painfully, punishing himself wherever he could. If he was just a little faster, if he could have made his mind up before it all collapsed on him. If he was just a little stronger, able to say no and stand up for what he wanted. By the time he did that, it was already too late. He could hate Philippa and Dijkstra or the rest of the world for it all he wanted, but deep down, he knew exactly that the only person he could truly blame for it, was himself.
He grabbed the oil from the table and coated his fingers with it, cursing the way they shook. The mighty, unapologetic King of Redania. Radovid the Stern. The tyrant. Broken to the point he started breaking everything and everyone around him, punishing the world because punishing himself wasn’t enough anymore. The charming, witty player of a Prince long gone. Now he was just a lonely, angry King who has aged decades in a few years. More pathetic than ever.
The servant gasped as Radovid shoved two fingers inside him without warning. He squirmed as the king prepared him without any finesse, stretching him out quick. He probably didn’t even open him enough before he slicked himself and started pushing inside, if the way his breath hitched in a way that sounded more pained than pleasured was anything to go by.
Radovid grabbed the man’s hips as he buried himself inside. He closed his eyes, letting the warmth of the body before him engulf him. Tight and warm, silky heat. A quiet moan. Radovid let it all take him back to the memories that haunted his every waking moment.
On that night in the shed, him and Jaskier made love twice. First, Radovid asked Jaskier to take him, offering himself up to the bard- encouraged by the beautiful vulnerability that Jaskier has shown him, Radovid decided to open himself up to him in every way. To let him inside his body and his heart. Jaskier was a gentle lover, all feather-light touches and soft nothings whispered into his partner’s ears. He held Radovid as if he were something precious, and looked into his eyes with such deep adoration as if he deserved it, as if he were something to be cherished and not literally his doom on two legs, a demon that would put a curse on his entire future.
His thrusts were so gentle, that sometimes Radovid barely felt them. His cheeks were so beautifully flushed, his eyes glistening with something that looked suspiciously like tears, so caught up in the moment, offering his heart on a silver platter, only for Radovid to step all over it.
He fucked him so sweetly, never taking his eyes off Radovid’s face. Radovid often wondered if he knew in that moment, that he would be crushed come next day, that he saw Radovid again, but this time, he truly saw him, as someone who tried so hard to be the man that Jaskier needed and deserved, but failed.
They lay together after, on Radovid’s coat that he put down on the floor. They were on their sides, Radovid holding Jaskier from behind, hiding his face in his hair so Jaskier couldn’t see the anguish on his face. Jaskier sighed as he laced their fingers together over his soft stomach. Radovid idly caressed a thumb over it, in lieu of an apology he couldn’t utter.
He then asked Jaskier if he could take him, too, and Jaskier told him he didn’t need to ask. He was so willing, so open, always. He truly could put down the mask that Radovid only managed to pull halfway off, the strings clinging to his face mercilessly.
Jaskier made a move to face him, but Radovid couldn’t handle that. He couldn’t look into his eyes, couldn’t take him on his back with his legs around his waist the same way Jaskier did to him. He did not deserve to see the beauty of his poet under him like that, and the guilt didn’t allow him to pretend to be as kind as Jaskier was.
He rolled Jaskier over onto his stomach instead. He fucked him like that, and how he hated himself for not being able to give Jaskier the same courtesy he was shown, that he couldn’t be gentle. He thrusted into him hard and fast, his hands gripping at Jaskier’s waist, fingers leaving marks on the soft skin. Jaskier moaned so prettily under him, never questioning the rough treatment. He arched his back up for more, taking Radovid so well. Radovid gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut against the tears as he pounded into Jaskier mercilessly, already starting his future of breaking beautiful things that should have been handled with care.
Maybe it wasn’t the heartbreak that turned him into a monster. Maybe he already was one to begin with.
He could have slowed down his pace any moment, and the fact he didn’t was the testament of his failure. Even before the betrayal he was preparing, before the dagger he would push straight into Jaskier’s heart, he couldn’t treat him well: he chased his own, selfish desire. He needed to fulfill Jaskier before he would carve him out so hollow.
He came deep inside Jaskier, flowing into him the same way his tears flowed from his eyes. Jaskier’s hair was matted with sweat, his clothes crumpled. There were indeed marks blossoming on his hips, and his hole was red and puffy. Radovid ruined him, and oh, this wasn’t even the worst.
Radovid groaned in agony as the memory faded. He grabbed the back of the servant’s head and pushed him down against the table, making him moan. He didn’t sound as sweet as Jaskier did. Radovid dug his fingers into his hips, hoping the marks he would leave there would look similar to the ones he left on Jaskier- has Jaskier run his fingers over them the next day while he cried so prettily, mourning what they could have been, if his heart hadn’t led him into the arms of a coward?
“Your name…” Radovid wheezed out as he grinded against the sweet spot inside the servant, not to pleasure him, but to draw out his own high. The servant took it as a question.
“My name is…”
“No!” Radovid yelled, slapping his ass. “I don’t care what it is! You have a new one.”
“Your Majesty…”
“Your name is Jaskier.”
The servant let out a sound of confusion. Radovid gripped his hair and yanked it hard, forcing his head backwards until his back arched, pulled tight like a bowstring against him.
“Say it!” Radovid ordered, his voice somewhere between a sob and a howl. “Say your name!”
“I’m… I’m Jaskier!” The man cried, fucking himself back on Radovid’s cock. Radovid growled as he buried his face in the servant’s neck, his thrusts growing erratic and unrhythmical.
“I’m sorry, Jaskier,” was what Radovid sobbed out when he spilled deep inside the servant, “I’m so sorry.”
He collapsed over the man, trapping him between his body and the table. The poor thing didn’t even get to come, but since when was Radovid kind enough to care about that? If he could hurt someone he loved so much so badly, what was not jerking a stranger off on the list of his crimes?
He stumbled on his feet when he pulled out. Sweat caused his shirt to stick to his skin. His entire chamber was filled with the stink of sex. Radovid wiped a hand over his face, sticky with tears.
The servant sheepishly tucked himself back into his trousers. He looked like a right mess. Radovid noticed they forgot to put eyeliner on him. It smeared on Jaskier’s face after he sweated through his orgasm, and it ran down his cheeks as he cried when he found out that Radovid used him. Next time, Radovid would make sure his next doll would wear eyeliner.
“Get out,” he ordered. The servant took a shaky bow before he fled the room.
Radovid grabbed the goblet off the table and swallowed the wine down in one go. Half of it trickled down his chin. He didn’t care all that much.
He looked at the full body mirror that stood in the corner. He dropped the goblet on the floor and put his dick away carelessly, not even lacing up his breeches as he walked over to the mirror.
He took in the sight of him, reddish blonde hair matted with grease and sweat. Eyes hard, unforgiving, reddened. His beard, much longer and thicker than what fitted him, stained with wine.
He was utterly disgusting.
Radovid punched the mirror right in the center where his sweaty, pathetic face was. The glass shattered and cut up his hand. One shard edged itself into his skin. Radovid watched the blood pour out with rapt interest.
He didn’t have any more tears left in him to cry, so he started laughing hysterically, cackling at his own misery until he collapsed on the floor from exhaustion.
He slept on the floor and dreamt of Jaskier calling him a fucking idiot while he bandaged his injured hand.
It made Radovid smile in his sleep.
#radskier#the witcher fanfiction#the witcher fic#my fic#radovid#jaskier#i actually don't know what this is but inflicting pain on everyone is something i greatly enjoy
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ienzo and vanitas study! im curious
HOKAY so I'm not sure I can give you a Study. per se. Because I personally don't really Understand Vanitas on a deep level and I tend to think of him in terms of what he represents(?) for other characters. BUT I WILL TALK ABOUT SOME THOUGHTS I HAVE ABOUT THEM. below the cut bc this got Long and Rambly
SO. the Big Thing that Vanitas and Ienzo have in common is their lives being completely and utterly dictated by The Same Guy. Mr. Xehanort himself. GRANTED Ienzo also had to contend with his shitty dad polycule but at the core of it all, they were both used and manipulated by a man who fully expected both of them to die, who wanted at least Vanitas to die, and lost any childhood they could have had in his infinite pursuit of Kingdom Hearts. Both of them were very, very young when Xehanort stole their identities and bodies and set them on a futile quest to get back what was theirs, all while working for/seemingly being at least partially raised by the man who killed them in the first place. Both of them are in a shaky, uncomfortable place at the end of KH3 (assuming that Vani reforms) where neither of them knows who they are or what they want. Neither of them knows how to be a person, and neither of them have ever really wanted to know, but they're being forced into it because all the people who controlled their lives, whether indirectly or directly, have completely fucked off, rejected them, died, or decided that they were going to be a Good Boy now. And neither of them can handle it!
Vanitas spent his entire existence desperately trying to re-fuse with Ventus. Vanitas would rather fade into darkness than exist independently. But now he has to exist on his own and contend with the fact that his entire being is based on someone who does not want him and everything he has ever done was futile. He's angry and tired and hurt. What scraps of an identity he built for himself were all based on spite and Ventus. So now what.
Ienzo, too, has never really had an identity. I think it really says something that Ienzo can't really conceptualize the idea that he was too young to have any fault for what happened at Radiant Garden. Obviously there's a couple reasons for that, but the one that's important here, I think, is that the only thing he had to define himself at the time was his intellect and the fact that he was, technically, a scientist. He ran around in a little lab coat and was involved in experiments; of course baby him thought he was a coworker instead of purely a ward. He was too little to have even figured out if he liked sports, never mind that he seemed traumatized even back then. Xehanort DID NOT HELP, and it is very likely that Ienzo was groomed by him. (not for sexual reasons, mind, just his utter loyalty). And then he was stripped of his heart and emotions for the next 10 years. All he knows about Ienzo is that he was a smart scientist who caused the fall of Radiant Garden, so that's who he is now that he's whole again. And this is an impression he got from the other apprentices, not any memory he has of being Ienzo.
Moreover, thanks to Xehanort (and basically every other Adult at the time) both Vanitas and Ienzo think that they're fundamentally broken in some way, incapable of ever being fully human in any meaningful way, and evil beyond saving. How they respond to this is different, of course, with Vani choosing to embrace being The Bad One as spitefully as he can while Ienzo just silently turns all his anger towards Everything inward.
So. Where does that leave them?
Vanitas, I think, would find himself infinitely frustrated by Ienzo's passive acceptance of everything that happened to him. Vanitas is bitter and angry, all the time. He's known that his life was messed up from the moment he came into existence, has hated his Master from the moment he was capable of it, but went along with the ride because he had an end goal and Xehanort, seemingly, could get him to it. I think he sees himself in Ienzo, willingly being strung along by whoever has grabbed his leash despite how he really ""should know better"" (in Vanitas' deeply questionable opinion). I think he'd also be bitter that Ienzo got to be whole again while Vanitas will never be whole (again, in his deeply questionable opinion) and how he seems to have his shit figured out (more than Vanitas, anyway). But I also think he feels a weird sort of.. kinship? responsibility? over this kid who is so much like him. He can kind of sense Ienzo's secret rage, and sympathizes (um. in a distinctly Vanitas way) with Ienzo's fear of keyblades. Buuuut.... hes also, just a little, frightened of him. Because Ienzo is powerful, and dangerous, and the only thing keeping him from being Zexion again is Ienzo's manufactured guilt and common decency. Vanitas could physically fight off any Organization member, but there's hardly anything he can do about illusions.
Ienzo, meanwhile, would probably like Vanitas well enough? Ienzo doesn't really let himself have opinions, not unless hes talking to his shitty dad polycule, so what exactly he thinks about Vanitas can be hard to extrapolate. But he does find himself mildly frustrated by Vanitas' inability to take responsibility for his own actions - Vani continues to struggle to see himself as a complete person and tends to blame others for the things he does. In a, "Ventus refused to fuse with me so all the pain I inflict on his friends is his fault" kind of way. (But of course, this comes more from Ienzo's need to take on responsibility for everything bad that happened ever rather than any moral frustration with Vanitas' actions) But, Ienzo's used to dealing with jackasses, and is more comfortable around rude assholes than he is kind and polite people, so he doesn't mind Vanitas' Attitude. Ienzo likes that Vanitas is so straightforward about what he wants, and doesn't bother having any secret intentions (unless he wants to start a fight). Ienzo, having grown up as a heartless creature of the Dark, is more comfortable with Darkness anyway. (And Darkness is more comfortable with him, but that's another story.) But Also. A very large part of him is Immoral Scientist so while hes trying VERY HARD to be Polite about it I do think he is tempted to strap Vani down to his vivisection table, and is generally fascinated with his existence.
On a nicer note I think that Vani met baby Ienzo, though I’m not sure when. Not for very long, probably just wondering why his floods were gently inspecting this kid and being inspected in return. I also think that they’d be very good friends. I tend to gently push the two of them together in aus when I can, and I think they’d be surprisingly good for each other!
Vani’s like “where’s your FIRE where’s your RAGE you were WRONGED, you should BITE PEOPLE ABOUT IT!!!” and Ienzo keeps him in check while also not trying to fundamentally change him or even really make him “nicer”. Vanitas, I think, would be very curious about the world once he reforms but weary of being around anyone associated with the Light, and he knows they don’t like him and it’s mutual, but that doesn’t mean he appreciates being hated everywhere he goes. But Ienzo doesn’t hate him, and in fact, seems to rather like him, and is happy to answer any questions Vani may have about anything. He doesn’t seem to want anything out of Vanitas other than to ask some questions about his existence every so often. Most of the time, my sort of.. headcanon, I suppose, though it’s more like a fun scenario, of how they meet again and become friends is that Vani sort of slinks around Radiant Garden for Light Warrior Reasons and Ienzo, who can smell him and therefore always knows when he’s nearby, starts sloooooowly gaining his trust by being overall very friendly and polite but keeping his distance. Vani’s like a weird, spicy little stray cat and Ienzo is metaphorically (but also sometimes physically) feeding him until he follows him home and refuses to leave. I think they’d figure out how to Person together, with Ienzo helping Vani discover what he is outside of Ventus & Xehanort while Vani pushes Ienzo into unpacking his emotions about his fucked up life and breaking free of his self-inflicted stifling of himself. They’re shockingly functional! (and also touch starved as hell and I like to imagine Vanitas randomly deciding to latch onto Ienzo and refusing to let go. Ienzo doesn’t even care he’s just like “hi Vanitas :)” and moves on with his day with a whole ass gremlin attached to him. They’re sillayyy)
Sorry for getting back to you late I completely passed out after writing the opening :,D hopefully this makes sense lol. boy howdy this is Long but I hope it’s at least kind of what you were looking for??
#There is more I could say about my thoughts about them but words machine...... not great. and also im just not that smart lmao#kh#snack time#longpost#anon ask#ienzo kh#vanitas kh
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The Worst Blowjob I Ever Gave
Most people have a type of person they're attracted to. This is just normal personal preference, utterly mundane. However, there is the far less common, possibly supernatural inverse- a specific type that is attracted to you. For a friend of mine, that type is hyperspecific: brunette female social workers named Mary who wear glasses. So, when my friend Mary said she was going into social work, I advised her to stay away from him lest she be drawn into his particular gravity well. This story, however, is not about him.
See, the type of man who is attracted to me is best described as "dudes who figured out I was bi a long time before I did." (It's no wonder that, since coming out, my already sparse romantic prospects dried up near-entirely.) It was one such man who received the worst blowjob I have ever given.
I was in my first year of college before I dropped out, in the midst of a deep, deep depression and subsequent ego death. Ego death, as I've had it explained to me, is the complete and utter loss of your sense of self. I knew on an academic level that I was Alan Aubrey, but I couldn't make the connection between me and the thing that stared out at me from the mirror. So, knowing that, I'm sure you understand the lengths to which I was willing to go to feel human again.
I met him at a party that I didn't really want to go to. I'm not sure what drew him to me, as I was sitting on a couch and staring deeply into a red solo cup filled with equal parts Mountain Dew and Smirnoff, which I had only taken to be polite. He was your stereotypical frat boy. Picture a frat boy in your mind. Yep, that's him. In part to protect his privacy, and in part because I've forgotten his name, we'll call him Chunt. Chunt was dressed in salmon-colored shorts and a lime green polo with the collar popped up. Christ, he was wearing fucking *loafers.* We got to talking, or rather he started talking to me and I occasionally interjected with a question or a joke. I was nervous both because of the unique combination of anxiety, ego death, and an autism-spectrum disorder and because I was noticing him in a way I had only noticed a few guys before.
I won't bore you with my extremely awkward attempts at flirtation, but an hour or so later we were in his dorm room, watching a pirated version of John Wick with Polish subtitles that could not be disabled. It was exactly like every other date you go on in college: Hanging out in a dorm room identical to your own, on a mattress exactly like your own, making out and only half paying attention to one of the most influential action blockbusters of the last decade. Eventually, he got his dick out, as one does.
It's worth noting, dear reader, that I had never given a blowjob before. I resolved to give it my level best and hoped that it would awaken some innate dick-sucking talent within me. Five minutes later, it had not. Ten minutes later, he was watching Fortnite clips on his phone. He didn't even nut. Do you know how humiliating it is to have one of the most stereotypically horny demographics on a college campus get bored of you sucking him off? Eventually, realizing my ministrations were doing more harm than good, I excused myself and exited Chunt's life forever.
I like to think that it was something like Robert Downey Jr. turning his life around and getting off hard drugs after eating a really bad cheeseburger. Maybe my futile attempts at fellatio somehow changed the trajectory of his life, hopefully for the better. I hope that he at least came to a realization, if not to my efforts. Perhaps he's on a different path now, but I'll never know and I don't particularly want to. I think it's best for both of us to leave that behind. Wherever Chunt is now, I wish him the best, and thank him for helping me realize that I am in fact bisexual, and also that I have standards.
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This Crossover is Full of Pandaemonium
Chrono Crusade and SVSSS is an almost perfect fit.
Chrono Crusade: Girl makes a contract with a devil in order to find her brother. They both become exorcists of a demon-hunting religious order to do this. It turns out that the "devils" are actually aliens! Key bit of information about these devils: Devils are composed of cells referred to as "Legion." (I tended to interpret them as being biotechnic organisms, basically nanotech Bee People.) The manga ending features the antagonist trying to set off a Grey Goo apocalypse because he hates imperialism that much. He's stopped by Chrono, the titular demon of the manga series. The success is Pyrrhic though, and the ending made me bawl my eyes out.
Anyway! Say it turns out that the SVSSS Heavenly Demons are Heavenly in the sense that they are aliens! Specifically, the Chrono Crusade aliens. But not as a precise crossover. This was a different ship, a different cosmic accident, that crashed and resulted in the PIDW Heavenly Demons. (And the passengers, not the crew, which is why they don't have horns putting them under the control of the ship.)
In addition, because why not include the transmigrator elements, lets have either Chrono (one of the two protagonists) or Aion (the antagonist), or both end up in PIDW verse.
Choose your player:
Aion: Okay so, Aion is a monster. He cannot help being a monster because the ritual that would have permanently enslaved him to a horrifying gestalt of screaming ghosts being used as fuel/computer/life support system went wrong and as a result, he has a deep and utter loathing for any form of hierarchal control. It probably didn't help that the Elders of his community decided to put down him and his entire generation because something went wrong. (This does not stop him from taking advantage of it.) To make things worse, he is an idealistic monster, in the sense that he believes that his actions are correct and righteous, and in a certain sense they very well might be. Our boy could be best said to be an anarchist. He believes that the mass extinction event he's trying to trigger will lead to a better, more peaceful, with a better and kinder way of life. However, he's going about it in a way that is utterly lacking in individual compassion for the folks he's willing to murder for his cause. (I kind of headcanon him as being neurodivergent. I played and wrote him as somewhat unable to grok actual social cues, and made him the kind of literal-minded where you just go down a rabbit hole of why certain phrases mean certain things, which is more or less canon because he keeps mixing up common aphorisms or remembering them incorrectly in canon.)
Chrono: Our boy is Aion's brother. Chrono adored and believed in his brother and what he thought was their joint goal of freedom and safety from their people, who were still trying to hunt them down. His faith is shaken after a sequence of events that results in the death of Mary, the woman they both care about. Aion kills the woman, who has vast gifts of precognition because the woman was subsumed by the Horrifying Ghost Gestalt Monster. He believed there was no hope and no cure, and because Aion is a kind of a complete bastard, he ordered Chrono to kill her. Chrono objects and tries to run for it with Mary, but Mary ends up dead anyway. Chrono possessed greater compassion and empathy for individuals. (Also neurodivergent, but in a slightly different way. His behavior seems to indicate that he was probably the one assigned as the "responsible one" in childhood. He's very empathetic and protective of those he's close to. He's gentler than Aion, buuut paradoxically more likely to go absolutely berserk if a loved one is threatened.)
Both these boys have so much fucking ptsd.
Both can almost look completely human except for their hair and eyes. (Aion: white hair, light purple eyes, Chrono, red eyes, purple hair. I might make them better and disguises.)
The possibilities of who I could stick them with are endless. Aion would probably go to ground and become a crime boss. This is what he knows, and would be good at, even in Fantasy Ancient China. Possibly he gets involved with demonic cultivators because that is also a part of his mo. Those demonic cultivators will probably end up very dead, but no great loss. An interesting story might be Aion taking in Shen Jiu, or stumbling across bitty!Mobei-jun. Or both! Aion would probably be in a crisis of faith because of having been defeated/stopped by Chrono, but would start weaving new plots almost immediately because fuck all hierarchal systems.
Chrono on the other hand is usually moved to support. What Chrono knows is "exorcism" which is essentially being a demon hunter. Our boy ends up going on a lot of night hunts, and maybe acquires a social network that way. He'd make an extra effort to seem human. He'd end up becoming very well known as a "cultivator." I would also want to have him maybe run into Shen Jiu or maybe Shang Qinghua. Or maybe Su Xiyan.
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TW: mentions of Homophobia
I love how there is so much queerness in Mythology proving people in the past where very accepting of the LGBTQIA+ community, It is found in Norse and Greek Mythology but yet there are Homophobes .
I know the Ancient Greeks didn’t have the same concepts of gender and sexuality we do today.
Take the tale of Iphis, A man tells his wife they can’t afford to have a daughter, but then she has a daughter anyway, and raises the child as a boy. Iphis was a unisex name, so both the mother and father were happy with the choice.
At 13, Iphis is betrothed to her childhood friend Ianthe, and they both fall in love. Secretly, Iphis is afraid of what will happen once they are married and the truth is revealed, and with her mother’s help they delay the wedding as long as possible. When it can’t be put off any longer, they pray to the goddess Isis for help. Isis transforms Iphis’ sex to male, and as a man he marries Ianthe, and they live happily ever after.
or the fact Loki literally transformed into a Female Horse.
And where exactly in the bible does it say being gay or being trans is a sin, besides hate to break it to you that thing is outdated and has be translated so many times it's probably not accurate.
In the male-dominated world of piracy, homosexuality was common. A union such as matelotage may have acted as a manner of validating relationships that would otherwise have been considered against contemporary societal norms.
History shows people accepted homosexuality.
It's just sad their are homophobes now, like they have nothing better to do than judge a person on who they love or what gender they feel, homophobes.
Sorry for this pissy rant, actually no NO i'm fucking not, I don't have to say sorry to anyone about this.
People are complete and utter assholes sometimes, if you want to insult me or for me to value your opinion first I must care and if you are anyway against the LGBTQIA+ community in anyway, shape or form, I do not care, so don't come to me because you have had a bad day just so you can vent by trying to insult a stranger you don't even know, It is childish and pathetic.
Also don't Invade my Ask box with your childish and pathetic slurs, I don't give a fuck about you so you shouldn't even give a fuck about me or my sexuality or my gender, beside to the anon who did do that, I will never be a Girl or a Woman, I may of been born in the body of one but I will never be one and I never have been one.
I am actually disgusted by this behaviour.
I didn't include the ask because it had quite triggering things in it.
Besides did you really think I would go fucking kill myself because some stranger on the internet told me to.
What if I was suicidal, what if it actually made me snap and actually try it, WHAT THEN HUH, you disgust me.
To anyone of my followers or people who are reading this and is not a homophobe or against the community I am sorry, and I am really sad that I actually have to make a post about this, I'm also disappointed that I actually had to address this.
#wtf is wrong with people#fucking grow up#i'm sick and tired of this#you can't just say that#aeonian rants#rant#plz read
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Just stopped reading The Death of Expertise by Tom Nichols, and let me tell you, this guy is a fucking trip.
He had me in the first half I'm not gonna lie. In the intro he brings about some really good points about how people are more distrusting of experts than ever and people lack common sense and critical thinking skills and the works. I was on board with that. Then he goes into the actual book and it's all downhill from there. Even some stuff he said in the intro was funky but I was like 'not everyone is as radical as you chill for a sec' so I did.
But dear god. He then goes on this chapter by chapter rant about what an expert is and then proceeds to, in the following chapters, contradict himself like 17 times. It reads like a college graduated frat boy who's mad that people don't respect him because he has a degree now.
First he says that experts have qualifications. THEN he goes on to say that actually colleges are giving people PhDs who don't deserve them and even if you do have a college degree are you really an expert.
And then he puts in all these anecdotal stories about "well not all college graduates are experts because of this awful experience I had with a dumbass college grad this one time"
Next chapter he whines about how horrible it is to have conversations with anyone on a lower intellectual level than you and paints it to be some tortuous experience where you're just bleeding brain cells. Brings in another horrible anecdote about how he was intellectually accosted by a terrible, what he likes to call them throughout the entirety of the book, LAYMEN. How dare the laymen? Then proceeds to end the chapter with "but we all gotta work together"
It's just utter, absolute, complete trash. Do not read.
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"If you keep hugging that rabbit like that, I'm going to start thinking you like it more than me," Hitoshi commented off-handedly. Despite his complaining, he actually thought Ken'ichi looked especially adorable with the stuffed animal that was almost as big as he was. Even more so than when the boy had first spotted it, and Hitoshi just had to get it for him. Whatever backlash his luck caused after winning it first try would be worth it.
At least, that's what he thought until he saw the candle being knocked from its lantern toward the smaller one. Acting before he could even think, he pulled Ken out of the way, blocking him from the blaze with his own body.
(Now it's your turn for angst.)
- ✩ 「 @nickelsdrocs 」 ✩
「 ☆ 」 This is Ken's first time at a Festival and he's already excited for the next one. And the next and the next... Part of him— the part that hasn't drowned its common sense in sugary drinks —fervently reminds himself that he doesn't KNOW if there will be a next one; let alone a string of them. He should put all his focus on this date visit ( which, to be fair, he IS ) and not get his hopes too high ( which, unfortunately, he is failing at ). There's no telling when the novelty of showing off for his fuck-toy turned... friend pet lover regular-toy, will wear off and Hitoshi might set his sights to more entertaining places. Although it's hard to think of anything being more entertaining than himself, Ken'ichi can't believe it won't happen.
Squeezing his giant plush as if his life depends on it, giddy smile buried into its soft form, he scoffs at Hitoshi's comment. Rolling his eyes, the playful brattiness doesn't hit quite as hard when paired with his flushed features or the sparkle within green hues. ❝ Well, it is more fun to cuddle with... and Pocket doesn't make smart-ass remarks either~ ❞ He teases, sticking his tongue out at Hitoshi to really drive the point home, his heart-shaped stud— a familiar blue one chosen for today instead of his usual multi-colored —twinkling in the light.
And then that light gets too close.
Abruptly yanked out of harm's way— a stark difference from always being thrust INTO it —Ken doesn't have time to process what's happening until it's already over. Fire taking hold of Hitoshi's clothes as if it has a personal vendetta against him ( from what Ken'ichi knows of the others luck, maybe it does ) Ken utters a panicked, ❝ Shit! ❞ before hastily trying to pat out the flames. Pocket dropped upon the ground out of harm's way, small but quick hands attempt to beat back the fire on their own; Ken paying no heed to the sting in his palms. A blessed moment of clarity, and a bit of luck in his outfit choice, makes Ken shuffle off his oversized jacket; stolen from Hitoshi as ❛ extra payment ❜ earlier in their relationship agreement.
Using it to aid in smothering the flames, he makes quick work of the rest. Adrenaline overwhelming his small form, fueled by confusion and fear and gut-wrenching guilt, he tries to steady his breathing. Scent of burnt fabric and flesh not helping the nausea in his knot-addled stomach, he spares a breath to look over Hitoshi to make sure he is still breathing ( of course he is, it was just a little.... fire ) before impulsively shoving the other man before he can think better of it. At least he has sense enough to avoid the singed areas, although Ken's reddened palms aren't happy about the contact, ❝ What the fuck?! Why did you DO that? ❞
Tears brimming in his eyes, there's little comfort in the fact they don't fall. ❝ What kind of idiot purposely lets themself get set on FIRE?? ❞ Never mind that, from Ken'ichi's anger, it's pretty clear he's the kind of idiot who would have preferred to get set ablaze instead. But that's a completely different situation. It wouldn't have mattered if it was him. But with Hitoshi— with his LUCK, it could have gone very differently if fate had decided to be crueler to both of them... 「 ☆ 」
#(( he named the rabbit 'Pocketwatch - aka Pocket' because of the white rabbit in Alice in Wonderland :3c ))#not-bcring#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ; ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Ken’ichi IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪɴ ᴄᴀꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀɴɢ; ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴀʏ ʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙᴀɴɢ ❞ ◌ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴇᴠ. ᴀᴜ ¦ 「 Ken’ichi 」#nickelsdrocs#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Hitoshi 」#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ’ꜱ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ‘ ᴘꜱʏᴄʜ ’ ❞ ¦ 「 Ken’ichi and Hitoshi 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴏʙᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ꜰʀᴀɢᴍᴇɴᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɴɢ; ʙɪɴɢ ʙᴏɴɢ: ᴀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ! ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」
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I saw you open your requests yay
Can I request reader using a strap on draco
Only if your comfortable with it of course.
TOYS DON’T TALK | D.M
SUMMARY ➠ hc of punishing sub!draco after he claimed to have dominance over you in the bedroom
WARNINGS ➠ pegging, mommy kink, edging, degrading, handjob (kinda), bit of praise, light overstim
WORD COUNT ➠ 1.1k
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i think the first time it happens its when draco claimed to dom you in a truth or dare game session.
he was aware you were there, and he still choose to lie.
the expression he made when he connected eyes with you was almost comical, it took one raise of your brows for him to be squirming in his seat, head down in shame.
you could obviously sort of comprehend where the lie rooted from; draco malfoy was never going to admit that he liked to be taken care of— much less when it came to sex.
he was definitely lucky to find someone as understanding and caring as you, plus, you enjoyed it, you craved it as much as he did. it was a win-win situation.
but at last the game finishes, and as everyone heads to their respective dormitory or corner of the common room, your panties are absolutely drenched at the thought of getting to punish draco.
his own bulge proved to you that he had been thinking about this too.
the second you stood up, draco trailed after you like a lost puppy, not wanting to upset you any further.
oof and draco is trembling in his spot when you arrive at the bedroom, door locked and silencing charm casted as you begin undressing yourself, not acknowledging the blonde in the slightest
“mommy?” were his first words since fucking theo decided to ask him the question that had him getting a certified ticket to get punished.
you stood with only your undergarments now. “get fucking undressed and stop talking”
draco swallowed thickly, peeling off layer after layer of clothing, all while feeling your piercing gaze in his now bare body
his erection stood tall, almost proud with pre-cum leaking from the slit, his tip was a pinkish red, matching the tone of the apple of his cheeks as you sat him down on the bed
“you think that was funny?” your digits wrapped around his shaft, making him inhale unsteadily. “acting like a big boy when you’re nothing but a slut who can’t even get off without my help” your hand sped up around him, eye contact still intact as his bottom lip quivered
“i’m sorry mommy! please, i didn’t mean to” he mewled, eyes rolling into the back of his head when your thumb grazed his red and pulsating tip
he was close, you could tell by the way he continuously bucked his hips up as an attempt to fuck himself in your hand.
you ended up edging him four times that night, before you even thought of fucking him.
the boy got as far as fucking into your hand like a bitch in heat, enlarged cock begging and aching for relief.
it was obvious he was going to achieve an orgasm at some point of the night. he was usually good, he deserves it; plus, he’s spoilt and you both knew that.
the tall male who was always more than pleased to throw in snarky comments at whoever crossed his path was now trembling in your bed, completely sprawled out as you brushed a few strands of hair away from his forehead that had started to damp with a thin layer of sweat
and that’s when the idea of fucking him stupid hits you.
you’ve both obviously talked about this before— establishing a safe word after discussing what type of things you would like to try out
you remembered now how with flushed cheeks and bright grey hues draco eagerly told you about pegging, confiding in you that it’s something he’s always fantasized about
lucky for him, a fairly big strap-on rested on the coffins of your drawers, a bottle of water base lubed laying next to it.
draco watched with a hazy mind and teary eyes how you waltzed to the bedside table, digging through it until a triumphant aha! puffed out of you.
his eyes widened as he realized what your plans were, yet his cock writhed and leaked with pre-cum at the mere thought
oh and you don’t even have to tell him anything because he strives to be your good boy and with a daring glare he’s on his hands and knees. for you
“good job, baby” you praised
“gonna fuck you so hard until all you can do is beg mommy for more, hm?” you cooed, planting your knees to the mattress and positioning yourself behind him, the toy right in line with his ring of muscles.
“yes mommy, want you inside me” he pleaded, a shaky moan tumbling from his mouth as you prepared him with lube.
it was utter heaven for draco as you entered him slowly, your eyes watching him like a hawk for any sense of hesitancy
but a roll of his hips backwards to try and fuck himself on the dildo was a clear sign of his contentment.
your pace was merciless from the start, leaving his brain to spiral down in a hole that was only you.
his blabbers and whimpers were pure music to your ears as you watched his arms wobble in a weak attempt to hold himself up.
“you stay fucking quiet and take it like a big boy”
he gulped harshly at your threat, eyes rolling to the back of his head as your body came forward, resting on his back as your fingertips caressed his cock.
your thrusts stayed unsympathetic, a faucet turning on in between your thighs at the sound of his strangled wails.
“you’re nothing but my little fuck toy, right?” you taunted, hand now wrapped around his shaft which twitched from time to time in your palm.
“say it!”
“i’m your— your fuck toy, mommy! nothing else” he sniffed, shutting his eyes tight, his orgasm right on the brink—
“hold it” you ordered, panting heavily and smirking sinisterly as he sobbed pleas out
a chuckle escaped you “i told you to stay quiet, toys don’t talk”
but draco could not hold on anymore, his orgasm washed over him like a thousand waves at once without warning, his thighs shook, his mouth stayed agape as you watched him with a hint of excitement and disappointment.
you still helped him ride his high out, slowing your hips as he tumbled down on the bed, limbs still spasming from the aftershocks of a mind blowing orgasm
you sat back on your heels, observing him as you sighed, reaching for your wand to summon a chair in the middle of the room
and he knew
he knew you were about to tie him down and overstimulate him until he begged you to stop.
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