#i would have been content with either one winning the bet. it works either way.

[lasnevadaslaborunion]

Thoughts on the bet

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS.

So first of all, this casts everything about c!Quackity during Las Nevadas into a whole new light (that it was already teetering on the edge of). He finally got a win. The very first gamble in his new nation was a victory for the house, as it was designed to be. For just a moment, the system worked as intended and he bested somebody who once made his life hell.

(And then, c!Schlatt didn't show up to work - at least, not for a very long time.)

But that's fine, right, he's still riding that high. He won. He can win again. It's only uphill from here. Why not keep risking it?

What this changes most is that it makes c!Quackity's real goals a lot clearer. Him winning the bet hammers home harder that the revival book - at least, using the revival book himself - was never the primary motivation for torturing c!Dream. Which, let's be real, anybody paying attention probably would have picked up already. His first words on the subject were about what c!Dream did to Tommy; he takes it as a given throughout the arc that his own death is iminent, never even considers using the book to gain immortality or whatever else; hell, he flat-out screams that he doesn't give a crap about the book and that he's only torturing c!Dream to pay him back for the harm he's caused. If the book factored in at all, then his desire was more to make sure that c!Dream didn't have it than that c!Quackity himself did.

But that right there is the aspect of this reveal that gives me full-body chills: c!Quackity had full autonomy. There was nothing compelling him to walk into that prison cell and beat someone bloody for two months straight. He did that of his own free will - for reasons that are sympathetic on paper, sure, but he still chose that.

It's a fucking brilliant twist. Set up a situation where we're led to believe that this abuse survivor is going down a dark path at the direct coercion of their abuser. Give them a very clear excuse - one with plenty of holes (how exactly would c!Schlatt have ensured that he kept his word?), but which makes sense intuitively, cudgels you with sympathy. Then, strip that explanation away, and force people to think about the realistic chain of events that led to this horror show. He didn't have to do that. But he did. And as much as I loved the angsty portrayals of c!Q on a time crunch, c!Q humiliated and terrified, c!Q haunted by c!Schlatt's ghost until he fulfills his debt... I think the hidden, metaphorical demon, not being dragged screaming and crying into corruption, but stepping into it willingly, with a gritted-teeth grin and rolled eyes, believing that this time, you really do have all the power... is so much more fascinating and disturbing.

He was a free man. He wasn't under anyone's thumb anymore. He could have been living the dream.

He almost was. Almost.

Shit, man. He really just... did that, didn't he?

#as a final note. i really really really wish we could have seen this unveiled during the lore itself. i would have LOST MY SHIT. #but i suppose that's what fanfiction is for. #it's just. c!q's narrative has always played on these themes of power and authority and wondering who really holds the cards #and thinking about how the lessons he learned from c!schlatt still affect him even after he's flipped their dynamic on its head... #i would have been content with either one winning the bet. it works either way. #but this outcome fits very cleanly with the narrative coming down as hard on him as it did #my little guy was influenced in so many more subtle ways and nudged toward the edge bit by bit #but he still chose it. it was his choice. it was always his choice. #he wasn't powerless anymore. but he never learned how to handle his power ethically. #god... #dsmp #c!quackity #c!schlatt #c!dream #tw torture #tw abuse #analysis

[reidmotif]

Always Bet on Black

Summary: Reader realizes she has an advantage at the Bureau's Casino Night, when Spencer can't seem to take his eyes off her and her dress.

Prompt: The BAU throws a casino night charity fundraiser. Spencer is a menace. Someone has to find a way to distract him.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: drinking, gambling (i have never gambled in my life nor have i played poker or blackjack. this will be super apparent in this fic. many apologies), nipple play, oral sex (f!receiving) hickies, Reader POV, unprotected penetrative sex

Word Count: 3.7k

Masterlist

“And that’s another win to the gentleman on my right!”  The dealer announces for what feels like the millionth time that night. There's a shit-eating grin on Spencer Reid’s face as he leans over the blackjack table, wrapping his arms around the hearty stack of chips in an almost in an exaggerated manner, pulling it back towards him much to everyone’s dismay. 

My dismay, especially, because while- yes, this is for charity, and what Spencer’s doing could be characterized as noble in some roundabout way, it was getting a bit repetitive. Spencer was so focused, a thousand times more than anyone else at that table, his brain working a million miles a minute to provide him with the best course of action when it came to gambling.  

And so far? It worked perfectly. While everyone else was taking their chances and betting away, praying that the odds would line up in their favor, Spencer Reid did fucking math, and suddenly the odds were his bitch.  I was beginning to understand why every casino in Las Vegas had him banned now. If he was giving the BAU Casino Night a run for their money like this, I can’t imagine the Bellagio being too pleased with having him either. 

I sighed at the thought, and it seemed Spencer picked up on it, the corners of his lips turning upwards, trying to feign a chagrin expression as he stacked his chips on top of the other. 

“Something wrong, (Y/N)?” He says, looking at me. “Are you not enjoying yourself?” 

Spencer Reid is usually nice, humble, and sweet. In all honesty, I should not be feeling this hostile and sore at the fact that he’d managed to beat me almost every single time we’d played blackjack. My embarrassment was only heightened when I thought of how I’d (stupidly) bragged beforehand that I’d never lost a game in college. 

How quickly my streak was destroyed. 

My pride was bruised, and the man in front of me knew it. 

“I’m enjoying myself just fine.” I say, trying not to grit my teeth as I say the words. 

“You look a bit hot.” He says, referring to my face that had gotten slightly red after the most recent loss I’d taken. “Would you like me to get you a drink?” He asks, his gaze turning less cocky, and more sweet and polite. 

I melt a bit. “Okay. No need to be a sore loser.” I think to myself. “This is a sweet man, and he’s offering you a drink. Yes, he’s destroying you right now and knows it, but it’s not like he’s acting like a complete dick about it.”

I nod at his words, sending a small smile his way. 

“A drink would be great actually.” I finally respond, and he gets up, pushing his chair in. 

“I’ll be right back.” He says, turning away from me, and sauntering towards the bar.

 I take a second to admire him as he walks away, the suit and tie ensemble he picked out for the night complimenting him so well. I’d never say it out loud, considering we were coworkers, but something about seeing him so dapper, so much more.. mature brought out a warm feeling in my stomach, one that made me shift in my seat as I tried to rid myself of thoughts of grabbing him by his tie, placing a hand on his perfectly sculpted jawline, pulling him against me and- no! 

He. Is. Your. Colleague. Snap out of it! 

In lieu of my wandering thoughts, I’d realized I had actually heated up quite a few degrees and in an attempt to combat the sudden body heat, I shrugged off the shawl I’d been donning for most of the night. I felt the cool air hit my exposed shoulders and chest, and relaxed a bit, starting to feel my temperature lower. Right as I did so,  Spencer returned to his seat, holding two drinks. 

I turn towards him, still seated. He’s sitting in his seat, facing towards me as well, and I instinctively reach over to grab the drink in his hand, expecting him to meet me halfway and transfer the cup to me.  But instead of the expected interaction, he seems a bit dazed, an intense expression on his face as he bored his eyes into me, studying me almost. It’s an expression that causes me to raise my eyebrows at him. 

“Spencer?” I say. “Hello?” I wave my hand a bit, trying to break him from his trance. “The drinks?” I add, and that’s what seems to break him out of his preoccupied stupor. He blinks a bit before shaking his head.

“Sorry. Sorry. I spaced out there for a moment.” He says, hastily handing me my glass and turning away completely from me, taking a sip out of his. I can notice a small tremor in his hand as he sets down the liquid on the table, and I’m a bit concerned. He was just fine a moment ago. Did someone say something whilst he was at the bar? Did he choose to ponder some life-changing information as he took his seat at the table? Was he losing it for no reason at all? 

Regardless of what it was, I didn’t have the time to contemplate it further or question him about it because the dealer was beginning to shuffle the deck of cards again. 

As the next game started, there was something fundamentally different about Spencer. He looked  almost panicked, even going as far as to loosen his tie as he played. I thought I’d maybe imagined the changes, until finally, I got a real indicator that something was off. For the first time that whole night- he lost. 

My mouth was agape as the dealer announced the house win, and as I looked between him and the table, he didn’t seem all that fazed, simply shrugging as he attempted to get up. Before he could slip away, I grabbed his arm and brought him a bit closer to me, so that I could speak to him over the sounds of the bustling party around us.

“Spencer- wait. Is something wrong?” I ask, the genuine concern in my tone apparent to anyone who might’ve walked by. 

“Yeah, no. Um. Why wouldn’t it be?” He says, his eyes everywhere except me. It was almost comical. The ceiling tiles couldn’t be that interesting. 

I grip his arm a little harder, urging him to look at me, to talk to me. “You lost! That hasn’t happened all night! Was someone- did something happen? Are you feeling okay?” I ask, my eyes trying to meet his. 

He gulps, finally looking at me. “Statistically, card counting can’t actually work every time so I was bound to lose at some point right?” He says, a little shakily, and despite his words making logical sense, the notion that something was wrong didn’t leave me. 

“You promise?” I say, looking at him as intensely as I possibly could to ensure he wouldn’t try to evade giving me an honest answer. 

He gives his signature, flat smile, nodding. “I’ll be fine. Look. I’m gonna go play some other games. Maybe rack up my luck somewhere else.” 

I lick my lips and finally let go of his arm, nodding. “Have fun.” I say, and he gives me a little wave. 

“You too.” 

For the next hour or so, I found myself dabbling at the other assortment of games offered by the Bureau that night, until yet again, my path crossed with Spencer, who seemed to be on a pretty hefty winning streak- if the stack of chips he’d accumulated wasn’t a clear sign of that already. 

I stood by the table, slightly out of his view,  a little amazed by the way his eyes followed the deck and everyone’s movements so precisely. The level of focus required to do what he was was absolutely no joke, and I couldn’t help but admire in silent awe at the exactness of the whole process. It only made him that much more attractive in that moment, if that was even possible. 

“Royal flush.” He announces, fanning his cards as everyone at the table groans. It’s only then when his gaze meets mine, watching him, and I can observe the signs of a tell-tale blush creeping up his neck. Odd.

“(Y/N)! Hello.” He says, quickly. “Still liking the party?” 

“I am, thank you.” I say, my eyebrows slightly furrowing at how oddly he’s behaving. “Mind if I join the next round?” I ask, already starting to take my seat. 

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.” He says, clearing his throat and turning his entire body away from me. Spencer and I usually got along just fine. There was nothing ever particularly sour about our relationship, and I’d like to think that in the time I’d spent at the Bureau, our shared experiences had brought us closer. However, the way he was acting as of right now, like we were strangers or mere acquaintances threw me off beyond belief. 

It was official, something was off.

I leaned over a little closer, trying to get him to look at me.

“Spencer, I know I’ve already asked but is anything-“ I start, and I can see him glance over, and then almost rapidly turn his gaze away.

“No! Nothing’s wrong. Let’s play.” He rushes out, his words teetering on almost being high pitched. 

It didn’t evade me however, in that short microsecond he took to look at me, his gaze dropped partially down. I internally followed his line of sight to realize that my breasts were practically spilling from my dress. I knew that it was a bit showy, but didn’t think much of it when I’d chosen to wear it for this occasion. The event was black-tie, and so I’d fished out a number I’d haphazardly bought during an online shopping spree. It was black and sparkly, but the main caveat of the dress was the gorgeous bodice in the front, managing to give a good show of cleavage whilst pushing up my breasts and making them all that more appealing to anyone who noticed.  I began to connect the events of the night, realizing that someone clearly had noticed.

Spencer’s losing streak had coincidentally begun once I’d lost the shawl that was once covering my chest. 

An idea slowly entered my head. An experiment, if you will. As we started another game, I barely paid attention as my fingers slid over to what looked like a glass of water on Spencer’s side. 

“Spence?” I murmur, tapping his shoulder.

“Mm?” He asks, not even taking a moment to look away from his cards. 

“Mind if I take a sip from your water?” I ask, keeping my voice saccharine and innocent.

I can see the look he shoots me, his eyes slightly narrowed in surprise but he quickly looks away. “Yeah, um. Sure. Go ahead.” He responds dismissively, as if talking to me for even a second longer would result in him breaking out in hives. 

 Totally out of character. For all the closeness in the world, Spencer Reid would never have shared a glass of water. 

As I began to sip the water, I did something that could be categorized as deeply stupid, but in the name of my experiment, it was absolutely necessary. I slightly tipped the glass, allowing the cool water to run down my neck and drip onto the swell of my breasts. I made a show of getting up, touching my chest to try and rid myself of the moisture that was now coating my breasts. 

“I’m so sorry, Spencer. I’ll get you another glass of water.” I say,letting my breasts bounce a bit as I stand up,  and when he looks at me, it’s more apparent than ever that his eyes aren’t gracing mine anytime soon. Not when I was like this. 

I grinned in secret as I turned around,  quickly bringing over a replacement glass to him, leaning over so that if he were to simply turn his head even slightly to his left, he’d get a direct look at what he simply couldn’t seem to take his eyes or mind off tonight. 

“Uh. Thanks.” He stammers again, shakily drinking the water as he miserably failed at not looking. Bingo. 

When the next round of our game commenced, he lost horrifically, as expected. His mind was in an entirely different dimension, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride, knowing it was me who’d rendered him dumb. So unfocused. So unlike himself. It wasn’t until I felt a tap on my shoulder, noticing Spencer’s hand carrying out the action. 

“Walk with me.” He says, simply. His tone was so sharp and commanding, I found myself listening with no hesitation, following as we moved to a more secluded bit of the party. 

“What are you doing?” He asks in an accusatory tone, his voice a hushed whisper. 

“What do you mean?” I respond, a faux naivete in my words, which he only scoffed at. He leaned in closer, his brows furrowed. I could notice a small vein popping out from his forehead, and the sight only increased the ache I’d begun to feel in my panties since he’d directed me here. 

“You know what I mean.” He says, dangerously. “You’re flaunting yourself.” He adds, his jaw tight. “You know what it’s doing to me. You’re enjoying it.” I could tell he wanted to say so much more, the grit in his tone leading me to believe there were some much cruder words he wished to utter to me.

 Regardless, the authority in his tone only spurred me to try and resist. It was so hot watching him like this. Maybe a bit fucked up to say that, but it didn’t matter in that moment. I only wanted to test the limits. To see the new man I could bring out in Spencer Reid tonight. 

“So what if I am?” I say, biting my lip. “It’s a party, Spencer. We’re all having fun, aren’t we?” 

“No.” He responds, darkly. “I’m not having fun.” 

A proposal came to mind. One I knew that would pan out deliciously, since I’d now gotten a look into his extensive lust tonight, and just how desperate he seemed. I leaned forward to whisper to him, my lips teasing the outer shell of his ear. 

“Win another game, and I’ll show you just how much fun you could be having.”

He immediately pulls back. His eyes narrow, and I can see the weight of my words course through his mind, evaluating the odds of my statement before clicking his tongue. 

“See you in 30 minutes.” is his response, as he walks away, beckoning me to follow him to yet another Blackjack table. I grin, sitting beside him. 

My presence doesn’t seem to phase Spencer whatsoever this time around, his laser-point focus uninterrupted even as I stared shamelessly at him. It wasn't until the game seemed to be reaching its turning point, in which Spencer had to decide whether drawing or staying would bring forth a better outcome for him. I watched as he mulled over the decision for a few seconds before his eyes locked onto mine, gaze intense. 

“Draw.” He voices, not even paying mind as the dealer announced his win. 

Spencer gets up without a word, and I can see him head towards a hallway that houses a few restrooms in the building. 

“Sir- your winnings!” The dealer calls out, but I smile apologetically, starting to follow Spencer to a more secluded area of the party.

“Sorry. He’s probably a bit preoccupied. I’ll let him know!” I respond, already turning around and making my way to the same hallway Spencer had gone down, finding the bathroom and opening it. I knew Spencer would be there, but what I didn’t expect was to be pulled into his arms, greeted by Spencer’s lips insistently pressing against mine, his free hand clutching the back of my head, as his other hand went to click the lock into place. I responded with a momentary bout of shock, but quickly found myself melting into his touch, wrapping my arms around his neck. 

“You like watching me lose, is that it?” He whispers harshly, in between kisses. I can feel the anger, the lust and passion, all rolling into one as his lips meet mine, over and over again, creating the sweetest of sensations that wracked my whole body. 

“Mm. Not just you losing. You losing because you’re distracted. Because of me.” I say, my tone a bit dazed and breathy from the intensity he was putting me through. 

“Can you blame me?” He murmurs, his lips now trailing down my neck, paying close mind to a particular spot on the side that left my knees weak. “You wear this dress and expect me to not take my eyes off of you?” 

His hot breath grazes over my skin and I can feel myself shiver. I’m completely overwhelmed by him. The feel of his hands caressing the small of my back and waist, his smell of his cologne wafting around me. I can only breathe unsteadily, and hold onto him, a needy whimper slipping past my lips. 

“Shh. You’re okay. I got you.” He murmurs. His tone was sweet, soothing, but his actions were anything but, as his fingers slipped around to find the zipper on my dress. 

In an instant, his mouth was finally all over my breasts, his mouth leaving a few marks on the expanse of my chest before his tongue began to sweep over my nipples, swirling around the raised bud, leaving me grappling to his shoulders, as more moans poured out from within me. 

“You like that?” He breathes against my skin, and I nod, frantically. I’d never expected to go this weak, but he was so much more skilled with his mouth than I’d ever expected.

“Please. Keep going.” I moan, and I can feel his hands on my thighs, urging me into his arms. I comply, and can feel myself be lifted to the bathroom counter, his hands squeezing the fat of my hips before dropping to his knees. His fingers looped around my underwear, and I attempted to move in a way that would aid him in their removal. As soon as they were off, he stuffed them into his pocket, and moved to lift my dress up, his face disappearing into my now spread legs. 

And suddenly he was everywhere, tongue swiping over my clit in rapid motions, flicking against me in a way that had me immediately squeezing my thighs around his face, to which Spencer responded by pushing them apart, leaving me shaking. 

“Oh god, Spencer. Oh-” I moan, over and over again, my hand gripping onto the strands of his hair. My eyes squeeze shut as I feel my orgasm rapidly approaching, my legs trembling more than ever. 

“Spencer- I’m gonna-” I groan out, my grip tightening, and I look down, watching him devour me with so much precision and focus, the same I’d seen during his playing all night. I watched as his eyes met mine, his lips sucking around my clit and in a fit of moans, I found myself releasing all over his tongue, my body shuddering as he worked me through my orgasm, moaning against my core. 

He rose from his knees and planted a long, deep kiss on my lips, and I moaned as I tasted myself on him. My hands started to go for his belt, desperate to feel this man inside me. As soon as his cock was freed from the confines of his briefs, I guided him towards my entrance, gasping as I felt him push into me, immediately filling me up. I breathed in sharply from the pleasure of the sensation, my eyes screwing shut before opening them to see his eyes staring back at me. He gave me a moment to adjust, watching my face for any sign of discomfort, but there was none, only the carnal desperation I felt for this man. I nodded to let him know I was ready,  and suddenly, like a man possessed, he began to jut his hips towards mine, causing me to whimper and dig my nails into his back. 

He moaned as he slammed into me, over and over again, while his mouth kissed at my neck, at my jaw, my lips, murmuring my praises over and over again. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” He groans, my hips firmly gripped by his large hands, keeping me from slipping off the counter. “And that dress. Fuck. God, I want you.” 

I nod, too overwhelmed with pleasure to even speak, rather opting to moan his name and nod furiously. 

He kept one hand on my hip, while the other trailed down to where we were joined, and began to rub fast, hard circles over my already sensitive bud, the action causing me to gasp out and open my eyes, letting him know that my second release of the night was inevitable. 

“You wanna cum, pretty girl?” He mumbles, keeping his voice low and his fingers diligent on my clit. 

“Please,” I sob out, my voice breaking with just how much I needed this right now. How much I needed him. 

“Come for me.” He murmurs, and as if under a spell, I do, coming undone rapidly in his grasp, my head falling against his shoulder as he continues the movement of his hips until I feel him still, and then spill into me, his breath heavy and chest heaving. 

I pull back, my forehead meeting his as he stares at me in a bit of a trance, our breaths mingling as we both came down from what had just happened. 

“I think.. you should probably cover up.. after that.” He murmurs, grinning a bit at the wide array of marks he’d just left on my neck and chest, undeniably exposing us. 

“Right you are.” I giggle back, leaning in for another kiss.  This time sweeter, softer.

I was definitely wearing this dress again for him.

  hello!! oh my god!! it has been so long since i've posted a fic. finals are over! i am free! i promise we will be back to a more normal schedule now (can i do weekly fics? who knows. i'll try). as usual, thank you for any and all reblogs, likes and comments. it's been a long time since i've even thought about writing, so i hope this is up to everyone's standards. this was written for @imagining-in-the-margins office party challenge. so, you know. look at the other fics there too! sorry for clearly not knowing anything about card games. also also, just a fun fact. i envisioned readers dress being meredith grey's prom dress from s2ep27.. hehe. okay, i've already talked enough. thank you thank you thank you for reading and supporting!!!

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[elllisaaa]

no nut november - seo changbin (2nd to lose)

-> pairing : changbin x fem!reader

-> words count : 3,4k

-> genre : smut, gym crush

-> warnings : changbin is whipped for you, semi-public sex, teasing, dirty talk, praising, protected sex, oral (m. receiving), fingering, a little bit of degradation + the way i'm depicting changbin does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors dni

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | skz masterlist | no nut november

Hyunjin loss made Changbin very confident in his chances to win this bet. He didn’t have a girlfriend, and he knew he was able to contain himself. When he was in a situationship with someone, he was insatiable. But it wasn’t the case right now, problem solved.

Or at least, problem solved until you enter the equation. You’re the only thing that could lead him to lose and the only reason why he has been going to another gym since November started. Because he knew that if he saw you, he was screwed. You were always teasing him. You were always wearing shorts that rode up your ass with every move you made. You were always ending up letting go of your shirt and exposing your breast in a sports bra. You were always asking him to help you in a way that he had to touch you. And all of that will, without any doubt, bring him to his breaking point. 

So he avoided the gym he usually got to in order not to give in. He missed your body, the way you looked at him as if you wanted to devour him, your habit to bite your bottom lip just after teasing him. He missed you. But he couldn’t take the risk. And moreover, you never mentioned it. You never clearly told him that you wanted him like he wanted you. Maybe he was being delusional from the start and that was only him. But he was not ready to have this conversation now, and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable either. He had always been respectful and he planned on standing by that. 

Tonight, though, he really needed a good session at the gym. It was late, very late. He just got out of the studio, and he wanted to clear his mind. He needed it, in fact. And since it was not your usual schedule, Changbin thought you wouldn’t be there. But you were. And now, he couldn’t really turn back and run away. You saw him. 

He closed his eyes, wondering if he would be able to survive this. Because as soon as your eyes landed on him, you smiled brightly before approaching him. Now that he was seeing you after only a week, Changbin was starting to understand how important you were for him. Yes, he had the biggest crush on you, but not just because of your body. You were kind, careful, and he felt safe with you. Somehow, you were always able to make him talk and comfort him about anything and everything. He wanted to take you out. But he also wanted to bend you over one of the bench and fuck you dumb. 

“- Hey Changbin ! It’s been a long time ! How you doing ?”

He gulped, trying to compose himself. Your voice was doing things to him he didn’t want to think about right now. 

“- Yeah, I know, sorry for not warning you. Been busy these days…

- Don’t apologize, it's fine ! Well, I’m gonna let you work out but… I’m happy to see you again, kinda boring without you.”

You laughed at your own words, sending him one of these looks that made him feel like he was a chocolate cake you wanted to eat until the last crumbs. You came back to working out, and so did Changbin. But honestly, he spent most of his time staring at you. He almost forgot what you looked like, all sweaty in your gym clothes. And he wanted nothing more than to tattoo this sight in his memories forever. 

Changbin hoped you’ll let him work out in peace for once, it was already taking him all of his self-control not to get hard just staring at you. But you didn’t listen to his silent prayers. You came to him, like every other time before that, asking him to help you out with your stretching. He just knew it was more teasing. He knew that you would find a way to get him hard, like every time. But he gave up, like every time. 

He followed you to the place where you left your bottle of water and your towel, watching you sit down and spread your legs before leaning in between them, waiting for him to push your back. Changbin took a deep breath before placing his hands on your skin, feeling it warm under his palms. He held back the urge to let them wander to your breast, and just applied pressure to help you go further. And of course, you left out the dirtiest moans while doing so, playing it as if it was only a sign of your struggle. But Changbin knew. He knew that was just another way of teasing him. Suddenly, he standed back up on his feet, his hands leaving you. 

“- I- Um… I have no more water left, I’m just going to fill it up in the bathroom.”

And with that, he escaped as quickly as he could, not noticing the proud grin on your lips. But he clearly noticed that he was getting really hard just because of you making some suggestive sounds. Gosh. Why didn’t he just skip the gym tonight ? Changbin took some minutes to calm down, or at least, trying to do so. But all he could think about was your fucking voice, moaning his name and begging him. So, yeah, it was pretty difficult to cool down under these circumstances. 

When he finally found the courage to come back to you, you were doing some other stretches. A one that exposed your ass to him. And he immediately got hard again. Changbin sighed. He would never hear the end of it, but he had wanted you for too long and the frustration started to really annoy him. So he said your name, asking you to come with him to the changing room because he “had a problem”. 

“- So what’s the matter ? What do you ne-”

Before you could even finish your sentence, you felt your back hit a cold surface and soon enough, his hands were next to your head, preventing you from leaving. Your eyes dived into Changbin’s ones. They were darker than you've ever seen them, and it turned you on. 

“- Changbin ?”

Your hesitant tone made him unsure of what he did for a second. Maybe he misunderstood your behavior ? But you stared at his lips a little bit too long, and he knew he was totally right. 

“- Don’t play dumb baby. We both know that’s what you wanted for the longest time, isn’t it ?”

You shivered at his low voice. It did something to you. His voice, the look in his eyes, the way his jaw was clenching as if he was holding himself from saying or doing something. 

“- And what will you do about that, hm ? Shut me up ? I would love to see yo-”

Once again, he didn’t give you the chance to say another word. But this time, he interrupted you with his lips. They crashed on yours, and he kissed you hungrily, as if he wanted to do that for years. You moaned in the kiss, letting go of all the tension that builded up in your body. He added his tongue to the mix, leaving you breathless. You could have come only from the feeling of his hot mouth against yours, of his big hands on your waist pushing you onto his hard cock, still covered by his shorts. 

“- Stop teasing now, or I won’t be kind. 

- Don’t want you to be kind Binnie… Want you to be rough.”

He groaned at your words, gripping on your waist and spinning you around, pushing you while kissing your neck until your knees hit the bench behind you, sitting down on it. You raised your eyes to see him setting himself between your legs, spreading them wider with his knee. He was so fucking hot. And all you knew at this moment was that you wanted him. So bad. 

“- Then suck me off. Now.”

You watched him with wide eyes, and you couldn’t help glaring all over the room to be sure no one was there or hearing your conversation. It was late, and you were probably the last ones here, but still, it was not 100% sure.

“- You… You sure you want to do that here ?”

Seeing the panicked look on your face, Changbin prepared himself to be the pervert of the year in your book. 

“- Y-Yeah… I mean, only if you want it too. We can just forget what happened if you want. I’m fine with th-

- I’m more than fine with that, just wanted to be sure you were.”

This time, you cut him off, but he’s not going to complain. Not when you were smiling at him while undoing the knot of his shorts. Not when you were sliding his clothes down his thigh and looking at his cock with adoration. Not when you took it in your hands and licked your lips as if you wanted to eat it. 

“- So big… Knew you'll be…”

Changbin groans once again and lets his finger play with your bottom lips, the one you always bite when you tease him. This time, it’s his thumb that you bit playfully, making him want to bury himself deep inside you right now. You let go of his finger and put your mouth to a much more useful activity. 

You started by just licking the tip of his cock, tasting him for the first time and almost moaning at the feeling. You wanted to do that for so long, and you were far from being disappointed. So you licked him all over, wetting his dick until it was practically dripping with your saliva. And just when Changbin was about to tell you to finally take him in your mouth, you did it. He growled and threw his head back, putting a hand in your hair, grabbing it firmly and making you moan around his cock. 

“- Keep going baby… You’re so good at this…”

As an answer, you started to bob your head on his dick, taking more and more of him in your mouth with every thrust. Soon enough, Changbin was only able to groan and moan under your lips, tongue and mouth, having just enough self control not to bury himself deep in your throat and cum right there. That’s why he forced you to let out of his cock, grabbing you by your hair and he could have come just seeing the fucked out look on your face, saliva smeared all over your chin and eyes shining with lust. 

“- Take off your clothes.”

You didn’t think twice before obeying, standing up in front of him and throwing away your sports bra, your shorts and your panties. In another situation, you would have felt exposed and ashamed. But with the way Changbin was looking at you -  like he wanted to devour every part of your body - you could only feel confident. 

You slid your hands under the hem of his shirt, grazing his firm abs with your nails. You saw him shiver distinctly under your touch as you helped him throw away his last piece of clothing as well with a smile. You could drool over his body for hours, but you would have time for that later. For now, you just wanted to feel him in you. And even if you were really turned on by the situation, it was risky and you had to be quick. So you kissed him again, bringing him with you to the cashier until your back was pressed against it. 

“- Turn around for me baby, hm ?”

It wasn’t a real question, and you were far too gone to register the fact you were going to fuck with Changbin in the changing room of the gym. No, this was thinking material for tomorrow morning. For now, you just did what he asked you to, whining when you felt his strong hands gripping your waist and his hard cock sliding against your wet folds. 

“- Can I- Is it okay if I-”

Changbin had to take a deep breath before going on with his words. It was already unbelievable for him to have you bend over for him like this, maybe he was pushing his luck.

“- Shit- Can I fuck you ?”

You giggled at his words, as if your wetness and all the noises you were making since the start weren’t enough to indicate him you were more than okay with fucking him, that you wanted it for a long time now. 

“- You’re sweet… Yes, you can fuck me Binnie, you don’t know how much I’ve dreamt about it…”

Changbin was glad you couldn’t see him right now, because he knew from the heat that was eating them up that his cheeks were red. His cock twitched at the thought of you, dreaming about him fucking you. Was all of that even real ? You opening the cashier next to you and searching in your bag until you handed him a condom made him come back to reality. It was more than real, and Changbin didn’t want to miss a single second of it. 

“- How long have you been keeping that with you ? 

- You wished you knew.”

He chuckled and proceeded to put the condom on his dick, making you shiver in anticipation. You were waiting for this since the first time your eyes landed on him, and it was finally happening right now. Changbin didn’t let you much time to think about it before pushing one finger in you. He didn’t expect you to be this wet though, nor did he expect you to moan and rock your hips against his hand. 

“- Please… Don’t tease Binnie…

- I- Don’t you need prep ?”

This time, you chuckled and glared at him upon your shoulder, just to appreciate the way his face was expressing his feelings ; surprise, yes, but mostly lust. And that turned you on even more, if that was even possible. 

“- No, just want your big dick inside me…”

Changbin growled before removing his finger and quickly replacing it with his cock, making you moan and closing your eyes shut. The feeling was so good, too good. It was overwhelming, in a way that made you want to fuck yourself on his dick until you both came. And you did exactly that, not noticing how tense the man behind you was, how deep his fingers were digging into the skin of your hips. All you were feeling now was him.

“- Changbin… Fuck- You’re so good…”

However, you felt Changbin hands gripping so hard you just had to stop moving, even if it was a literal torture to feel it inside you and being unable to move. You whined, almost sobbing because you needed him, you needed to feel him deeper and deeper with each thrust. But he didn’t seem to be eager to do that. 

“- Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight baby.”

You gasped at his firm voice, and you couldn’t help your walls clenching around him. His voice did things to you, it was a physical reaction, but it was enough to make him groan again. You stayed still even if it took all you had in you not to rut against him to try and get some friction. What you didn’t know was that Changbin was overwhelmed by the feeling of you. He needed a moment to calm down or else he would cum right now. And he wanted your first time together to be as good as possible for the both of you. 

“- Bet you’ve been keeping this fucking condom with you since the first day. Wanted me to notice you and your dirty mouth, hm ?”

You wanted to answer, but all that let out your mouth was moans as he started thrusting in you so hard you thought you would crash in the locker in front of you. Changbin was buried deep inside you, that was the only thing on your mind. 

“- Already going dumb for my dick… That was all you wanted all along, being all nice and kind just to get me there…”

You wanted to tell him something, to tease him too, but you couldn’t. You were only able to whine and moan his name as he kept moving in you at a steady path, rubbing this particular spot that got you to cry out quickly.

“- Changbin ! Fuck- So good…

- I know baby, you feel so good too… Wet and tight just for me, taking me so well.”

Your moans were enough for him to tell you were enjoying this as much as he was. Changbin was trying to sound composed, but he was on the verge of losing his mind just because of you. You were making him dizzy ; your warm cunt, your ass jiggling with every thrust, your moans of his name like in his wet dreams. All of that was driving him crazy, and adding the fact that he hadn't cum since eight days now, he knew he wouldn’t last long. 

But Changbin was determined to make you come before him, wanted to hear your fucked out noises first. So he sneaked his hand to your clit, rubbing it as roughly as he was thrusting in you. And then, you were losing your mind over him. 

“- Gonna- Shit ! Changbin… G-Gonna cum… Please…

- No need to beg baby, you’re gonna get it.”

However, it stroked his ego so much, knowing you were this intoxicated by him, maybe as much as he was by you. Changbin sped up his moves, both of his dick in you and his hand on your clit, making you come in a matter of seconds. He didn’t last long either, immediately losing it when he felt your cunt clenching so hard around him, moaning your name as he continued to thrust into you through both of your orgasms. 

The moment he pulled out of you after you both calmed down a bit, you started to put on your clothes back. Changbin felt his heart dropping to the floor. Maybe he was just fooling himself all along ? Maybe you just wanted a quick fuck ? Maybe you were regretting it ? Maybe you didn’t want to talk to him ever again after this ? He felt bad. Really bad. But he was also feeling like it was his only chance to finally ask you out. If you rejected him, he’d go bury himself six feet underground and would never come back here. But what if you said yes ? If he was standing a chance, even a little one, he wanted to take it. 

So he called your name as you were putting your shoes back on, as if you were really ready to get out and never think about this again, which made Changbin even more nervous if it was possible. But he had to do this. It was now or never.

“- Do you- Do you want to grab coffee with me ? We… We could like talk and hum… It could be fun, I think.”

He knew he sounded terrible and awful, and he could already hear Seungmin making fun of him for it. But for now, he was waiting for you to answer, the knot of anguish in his stomach tighter than ever.

“- Is it… Will it be like a date or something ?”

Changbin's eyes widened at your question. You were thinking he just wanted to do this with you once and go with his life like nothing happened ? He could never. He was already too into you to go back. 

“- Y-Yeah ! I mean, if you want it to be a date, then, yes.”

Your warm smile made the knot disappear, and the second he felt you pecking his lips innocently, his heart starting to beat faster when you looked him in the eyes. 

“- Then I’ll wait for you outside.”

You turned around and got out of the changing rooms, your bag on your shoulder and a bright smile on your lips as you closed the door to let him put his clothes back on. At this precise moment, he knew he didn’t give a fuck about the bet. No, he didn’t care when Minho teased him about it, saying back to him his latter statement, when he told everyone he would win just yesterday. No, he couldn’t care when he had you. And he would happily spend the rest of the month fucking you and loving you.

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[deathbxnny]

omg bxnny I saw that your requests are open!!

I love your writing and I've been WAITING to request something (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

so I'm a sucker for platonic pairings, and was wondering if you could do something like Aventurine having a child sibling (fem if possible) and she's like his lucky charm and stuck to his side 24/7. Literally, he goes playing poker? they're sitting beside him and he ALWAYS wins with her there and things like that (and obviously he spoils her absolutely rotten and everyone who is willing to listen to him for more than 5 minutes knows about his baby sister), I hope it's not too detailed! 🩷🩷

love you and take care!!

Hey there, dear moot!! Thank you so much for the cute request!! I'm sick rn, so I hope this is okay and coherent lmao-

Content: Vague gambling, the IPC is it's own warning, angst, fluff, sfw

Reader is afab!

((Not proofread))

His little sister is his most important person in the world, and he makes that crystal clear to everyone and especially her, for that matter. He doesn't take any slight against her lightly in any way and protects her with his life. He would stop at nothing for her to be happy, which is why he works so hard to free her from the IPC one day, even if he has to take the fall in the process. She is all he has left after all.

He wears a golden necklace of her initials around his neck and even proudly displays the brightly colored bracelets she made him on his wrists, despite them not fitting his lavish attire at all. He let's her play with his hair, apply makeup on his face even if it looks silly, and also definitely has grand tea parties with her that he takes very seriously.

With that said, as his little sister, she's absolutely spoiled rotten. She couldn't ask for more if she tried, and even if she did, he'd try even harder for her. It's a way to compensate for all they went through together, and whilst he knows it may never repair the mental damage she went through, he hopes it can distract her from the reality she's living for just a little longer.

His baby sister being his "lucky charm" is definitely something everyone knows about. He'd have her sitting on his lap or next to him whilst he plays, slyly showing her his cards with a knowing grin. He never lost a singular bet with her around and knows that his final plan would only succeed through the light of motivation she shone down on him every day.

Whenever he has moments of self-doubt and guilt, he reminds himself of what he's still living for, and it's her. His sister deserves a good life, one free from all troubles, and he's glad that she is still young enough to have a chance at it. And as much as it hurts, that future would be one without him once his plans proceed. He hopes that she can live on and remember him through the freedom he gave her, even when she one day inevitably forgets his face, voice, and name.

Alright... I hope this was okay!! I'm not feeling the best at the moment, so writing is a real struggle. But either way, thank you again for the request!!<33

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[sergeifyodorov]

would u do a little analysis of how each team has done so far this season … i trust ur opinions so much

EACH team okay... under the cut bc i am not subjecting the masses to 32 nasty little thots cody edition

Bruins: RIP patrice of course but the bruins are steamrolling as ever... i think that if there is any evidence of the universe simply not caring abt good things it is that the bruins slip and stumble and have some of their best players retired and still manage to put up a 50 win season every year. <- salty leafs fan but ANYHWAY the bruins are easily a Playoff Team. simply "there" 5v5, strong power play, they make their money off finishing (pastrnak you filthy animal) and goaltending (swaymark you filthy animals). they have been trending downwards of late so i'm not entirely sure of like their final standings place but with this kind of head start they're staying up.

Sabres: currently in what we the people call a "decade of darkness." might be a "two decades of darkness" if we're going to be honest. the active player with the most playoff points with the sabres is tyler myers. 7 points. yeah the tall one most famous for having a subreddit that posts the gamescore card every time he's on the bottom of the gamescore card. sabres are really hard to fix because their first real step to contention is "hoping devon levi turns out really good." not promising. bad enough that by selling a piece or two celebrini is in sight. maybe that'll help? a third 1OA?

Red Wings: presenting the mid-season Season Ruining Unforced Error Award early by saying: not that they were going to be as good as their first few games of sniping suggested, but signing patrick kane tanked any realistic hope they have of playoffs. is patrick kane good? he's actually alright. maybe this time the surgery worked. is the team made better by having him on it? it surely isn't! a few REALLY BADLY TIMED dylan larkin based misfortunes have made it go from bad to worse. they were in A2 like a month ago and now they're Out. strengths: finishing. weaknesses: everything else, including morale.

Panthers: okay you've probably clocked this by now but ive been Generally Salty so far and that is bc a) im easily tempted to haterhood and b) currently discussing each team in the atlantic which does nothing to make me less Tempted To Haterhood. that being said the panthers are Good and For Real About It. they can do everything except finish chances, which is fine when the other team has way fewer chances than you and your goalie doesn't let any of them in. fuck ALLL the way off. place your bets on these guys having a deep playoff run. cross your fingers for them not having a deep playoff run i can't stand chuckyposting again it's RAN ITS COURSE. (also: machuk is probably still injured and absolutely Not doing as well as he did the last few seasons. maybe because he's just not that kind of guy but it's probably at least mostly the broken chest thing)

Canadiens: they are bad EXCEPT when it comes to overtime + the shootout. also much like the sabres they're going nowhere fast. i expect at least one of their goalies to be gone at the deadline... furthermore i think ppl who are ragging on slaf's slow development are simply expecting all 1OAs to be like an auston or a connor type (pick your connor) where they come in and immediately adapt -- slaf rings very reminiscent of quinton byfield to me, who was picked 2OA in 2020 and is only now starting to break out. give him time he's a baby...

Senators: despite how much literally everyone talks up all their players constantly, they are not good either. like the sabres or the habs... atlantic is 4 teams in the genuine hunt, 3 teams who suck and have sucked forever and will suck forevermore, and the red wings who haven't made up their minds yet. the sens actually Do have a singular Biggest Problem though and that's goaltending, but they're not a good enough team otherwise that getting a quality goaltender is going to make them playoffs worthy, especially not in the very short (this-season) run.

Lightning: the lightning are weird to me because like i think they're still making up their mind as A People what they want to do. kucherov is the best player in the league rn, this is stamkos' ufa season and he hasn't been offered an extension, vasilevskiy is back and vasying his levskiy... i fully believe they have the capability of getting a playoff spot, maybe even A3 if they want. we've all seen them in the playoffs, we know how they can turn ~It~ on at will. as always they're a deeply mid 5v5 team powered by very strong special teams... the goaltending numbers say goaltending is shit but they've been playing in front of the genuinely unplayable jonas johansson most of the season so i think it'll be fine.

Maple Leafs: as the team ive watched the moast i can talk about these guys for evar so for all of our sanities i will be brief: Auston Matthews, Baby, Look At Him, That's Auston, Auston Motherfucking "Sexy Mustached Bitch" Matthews!!!!!!! powered by an extremely strong power play and very good offence, and defence and goaltending that is held together by Morgan Rielly and a dream. possibly the only reason they're in a playoff spot is the fact that martin jones didn't get claimed on waivers three months ago and i am being dead serious about that. for some reason they're at their best when they're down by two. they do really need both their #1 goalie to come back from injury and to make a splash for a genuine nhl-calibre defenceman, but they're stubbornly determined to win games even through nasty flu.

Hurricanes: their usual selves -- analytics darlings, can't buy a goal. this year they can't buy a save either -- Freddie is out with a medical condition, Raanta is straight up not good, and Kochetkov is... well, he's Kochetkov. they're not far out of a spot but they'll need a hot hand if they want to get comfy... which i don't expect, frankly. they're good enough to make the playoffs, but they're not really a team that goes on heaters, so they'll be bubble until the end.

Blue Jackets: genuinely not sure they know what they're doing like... okay. from an outside pov they are obviously Tanking. they're bad in every way that matters except for finishing and the standings show it. but also like... they're at the point in their development cycle where they shouldn't be tanking... or at least are on the verge of Shouldn't Be Tanking. and again, because they don't know what they're doing, they hired mike babcock for this... if they know what they're doing they'll toss kekalainen as soon as they can and, following this year's draft, start Fighting. but let's be real i doubt that. adam fantilli it's your time to shine... sorry sweetheart!

Devils: see Hurricanes. Great on paper, can't buy a save. They've obviously been stunted by Timo, J'accuse, and Nico all being injured at various points, but goaltending is their biggest and most solvable problem. Unlike the Hurricanes, though, the Devils are fully capable of going on a heater, so the gap between them and WC2 isn't as big as it looks (probably.) Luke Hughes is going to be something special.

Rangers: Looks like Lafreniere is finally getting his feet under him -- but the Rangers have always been far more about getting old, known players to get a second wind with them than they've been about prospect development, and Quick and Wheeler are both showing this pretty definitively. Another one of those teams that's run by special teams and finishing/goaltending. Easy playoff spot, likely solid run. Nothing too interesting here.

Islanders: On the other hand, the Isles are interesting because... like... how did they get There? They have a negative goal differential, for heaven's sake! Their special teams are godawful, their defence is a sieve, they blow leads like that's what actually gets you points in this league, and they're somehow second in the Metropolitan??????? Is it Horvat? Barzal? Sorokin? (It's probably Sorokin.) They'll make the playoffs but i doubt they'll succeed in them.

Flyers: This one's also weird. They have the power play and offence of a peewee team in the big leagues, but have become defensively Actually Super Competent and are somehow good because of this? I'm going to theorize -- because you've asked me to but also because I really want to -- that this is due, at least in part, to somewhat of an inverse Kane-on-the-Red-Wings effect from their offseason removal of Provorov and DeAngelo; without them, the team is now not only better defensively on paper but also better as a team in the locker room. They're [uncle voice] playing with heart now! I doubt they're a real contender, but I think they might actually make playoffs.

Penguins: ...this one's also weird. They're good on paper. Like, really good on paper? Defensively "just okay" but offensively great, goaltending is fantastic, special teams are shutdown. They just can't buy a goal and they can't buy a good sequence.

Capitals: This one's weird, too, but in the opposite way -- aside from the power-play, the Caps are actually godawful on paper, especially when it comes to finishing (because when Ovechkin takes such a high percentage of your shots but he isn't scoring, your team REALLY suffers) but somehow they've managed to pinpoint sequencing luck (win close, lose ugly) and are somehow in WC1. Do I think they'll make the playoffs? Absolutely not -- if either the Devils or Canes step up, the Caps are the odd man out -- but it might be fun to see them try. Or hell, I hope they win-close-lose-ugly their way to a goddamn Cup final. Would be funny as fuck for Ovi's second-longest ever playoff run to come at the fresh young age of thirty-eight. Dude looks ragged out there. I'm going to shut up now before I start talking about finding him sexy

Coyotes: Simple on paper: bad at running play, good goaltending and finishing. Essentially what the Canucks are doing at a smaller scale. The Leafs should never have let Kerfoot walk and I mean that unironically. Okay, anyway, the Yotes are a bubble team and won't make higher than WC1 because of the logjam at the top of the Central, but holy fuck do I want them to make WC1 (or a playoff spot in general.) People ask "how can we grow the game" a lot, and when it comes to what the NHL can do directly, the number one biggest thing is win in small markets. Arizona has already created one of the sports' biggest stars -- Auston! -- and it's an absolutely massive TV market and a potential hotbed of new fans and new, great players. Arizona making a playoff spot -- or even better, going on a run -- would be amazing for the NHL. And it would be funny. And I would like that.

Blackhawks: shoutout to dave !!! dave who works for the hawks!!! anyway the hawks are very obviously tanking and good at it. Their only real point of interest is their Sacred Child, and holy fuck is their Sacred Child going to absolutely fucking smash it when he's given a team that's not entirely made up of scrubs. i think his analytics, especially his defensive numbers, are, like, fine? but accounting for his leverage (all situations, especially the difficult ones), his teammates (his best linemate is Anthony Beauvillier, and tito... is a third liner), and the fact that he's all of eighteen, he's definitely on track to be a Real Force. i kinda love him... okay moving on.

Avalanche: All-over good: finishing their biggest obvious strength, but hockeywise they don't have any real weaknesses... although there is some serious Drama brewing in that locker room and i think it might just be getting started. with landeskog gone for at least until the end of this year (and possibly forever) and ej a sabre, there is absolutely no one in there capable of actually emotionally running a team: makar lacking in a leader's magnetism, rantanen an idiot, toews and mackinnon far too high-strung and competitive, and no one else with seniority. they're a good enough team that it's not really affecting them right now, but ... i don't know, i can kind of feel it coming. They'll make the playoffs, but when the pressure is on they'll either step up or completely fall apart.

Stars: See above: all-over good, but saving their biggest obvious weakness. I think most of this is spurred by Otter being out -- Wedgewood is a serviceable backup goaltender, but obviously not capable of being a real starter, and the team is stuttering because of it. I doubt it'll be for long or too much difficulty (they're a good defensive team, so it's not going to affect them a lot, but they might lose a game or two they might have won with Otter, especially if he's out for a while), but it's going to keep them from taking a step on top of the Central. Easy playoff team, probable contender.

Wild: They are bad! Penalty kill is their worst weakness, but they're not great in goal either and the combination is kicking their ass. As much as I respect how well they've done with that giant cap-space penalty from the Parise/Suter buyouts all those years ago, it's... kind of time to throw in the towel. Get Flower those final few wins, because by god are they devoid of much other success. Right at the tail of a competitive arc. RIP. Tank incoming.

Predators: Weirdly good, even though Saros hasn't been his usual self? O'Reilly esp has been an absolutely fantastic addition for the team over the offseason. No huge strengths, no significant weaknesses. Not an amazing offensive team, but it's Nashville so they were never going to be -- the place practically breeds defensive forwards and all-around dmen. I don't expect they'll seriously contend, but they'll make the playoffs (unless someone offers the farm for Saros).

Blues: I genuinely think so little about the Blues .... that whole thing with Jordan Kyrou has been the most I've thought about them for a bit. That and the fact that only three of their games haven't been decided by the first goal? They're not good and they're really boring. Yeehaw.

Jets: THE JETS let's get JUICY. Jets' biggest strengths by far are a) 5v5 defence and b) finishing/goaltending. Even with Kyle Connor out they're sniping and Hellebuyck and Brossoit are both absolutely on it. The Jets have always seemed to have this problem where on paper (take a shot every time I've written "on paper" in this post if you want to die of alcohol poisoning) they seem fantastic, then January onwards they absolutely plummet. And it's not January yet, so that might still happen, but that kind of thing tends to happen because of a dramatic morale shift, and now that Lowry's captain and Wheeler's left for New York... that might not happen? They've banked enough points that unless they're historically bad from here on out they're still a playoff team. If they keep up what they have going so far, they're a contender, but if it's the same Winnipeg with the same problems, then they're not.

Ducks: Taking a step in the right direction with Carlsson and Mintyukov, but still bad! I really hope Carlsson recovers well, he seems like a sweet boy. Also: what on Earth are they doing with Zegras. Is he a defenceman now? Are they making him play defence? Are he and Dixie D'Amelio still dating? I have many questions. I just hope whichever high draft pick they get is an idiot. I feel like they need another dumbass baby on the team.

Flames: The Flames also appear to have no idea what's going on. And frankly, neither do I! They're too good to be obviously tanking, but not near good enough to be a bubble team. They're definitely reluctant to sell, but their best hope to win soon absolutely should be selling. They have one of the worst contracts in the league on their payroll (wow... I hope the guy in charge of my favourite team didn't sign that!) and a bunch of really solid late-round picks and prospects cutting their teeth on the NHL. In short: they aren't going to make the playoffs and should be leaning into that, but they don't seem to have realized this yet.

Oilers: For the sake of not gloating, I'm going to sum this one up with a Marek quote: If you have a goalie, it's 70% of your team. If you don't, it's 100%. They've had finishing trouble, but considering they absolutely run the show at 5v5 AND special teams (they put nearly SIXTY SHOTS on Vasilevskiy the other day) a little finishing shouldn't be quite so dangerous if they didn't have two sieves minding the net. McDavid might hit 150 again and the Oil might still miss the playoffs. If they get in, they're going far, but at this point it'll be tough as fuck to make it in.

Kings: Average penalty kill. No other weaknesses. Kopitar 4 Selke.

Sharks: This is an absolutely glorious tankjob. No other way to put it. This is the pinnacle of tank design. This is the Wayne Gretzky of tankjobs. This is the Casablanca of tankjobs. This is the Saturn V of tankjobs. Nothing has been so beautifully engineered to suck since Sir James Dyson patented his vacuum or Nancy Reagan walked the earth. It's beautiful. It's gorgeous. I am in awe. They deserve Celebrini purely because of how flawless the tank is. I don't care if he has a warm undertone and would look pink in that fantastic teal. The boy needs San Jose.

Kraken: Good defensively at 5v5, bad pretty much everywhere else. I'm going to be honest with you all, last year was kind of a flash in the pan -- Seattle isn't great and they're neither headed upwards nor downwards. Not a bubble team, probably won't pick top ten. They haven't decided whether or not to build up or tank. Beyond the fantastic aesthetics and four-unranked-lines shtick, they don't really have a whole lot of competitive mojo: no star forwards, no goaltending. Wholeheartedly mid.

Canucks: oH BABY!!!!! The 23-24 Canucks made us all learn what PDO is. The 23-24 Canucks are first in the motherfucking league after being one spot out of being in the Bedard lottery. The 23-24 Canucks are on track to have the best shooting and saving percentage in league history. The 23-24 Canucks' leading goalscorer is Brock Boeser, the guy they've almost traded practically every year since they drafted him. The 23-24 Canucks started the season by naming the Wettest Little Man On The Planet captain and they haven't looked back since. I think they're an easy lock for a playoff spot -- but within the playoffs, do I know what they're going to do? I absolutely do not. They could PDO their way to a Cup or they could bow out in four games flat. Either is equally likely. They have thoroughly embraced Good Chaos. Quinn Hughes might win the Hart. Everything's coming up Vancouver.

Golden Knights: Not as good as they were last year. Ultimately still pretty good. Easy playoff spot. Definite contender. Jack Eichel is better than ever and I love him for it, the dickhead.

#asks #mwah anon thank u... this is so long under the cut KJHDKSFJSKDJFHSK #tldr: some teams are good and some teams are bad. sometimes this is interesting and sometimes it's not.

[localplaguenurse]

Playing a game with Pantalone but everytime one of you loses you have to remove one article of clothing and suffice to say you lost all your clothes rather quickly and now he's smirking on how shall he indulge in you this time

I thought this was a predator/prey situation at first, which would have been pretty pog, but then I remembered the dumb strip poker joke I made the other day and realized that’s probably what you were talking about-

So that’s what I’m gonna write

CONTENT WARNING: Playing strip poker, no full blown smut but still suggestive. I might circle back to this in the future because I have ideas, but I’m not in a super smutty mood. Honestly it’s more silly than anything, but 18+ please. Also I have only played the Luigi poker minigame so shhh.

You hate this game, you don’t know why you keep agreeing to play it, and you hate that it was all your idea to begin with. It sounded like a fun way for you and your husband to spice things up a little, and in general seemed like a fun way to bond. Sure, you figured he’d win the first few times you played, but you weren’t complaining at the time. Surely, he wouldn’t win every time, right?

… Right?

You glare at your hand because you don’t want to glare at Pantalone. It’ll mean you have to look at his stupid smug grin over his winning streak. You see it every time he suggests you two play a few rounds of strip poker. Tonight is no different, and though you love his face so much, you cannot stand looking at him right now.

You don’t question if you’re losing because you have terrible luck or if you’re just bad at poker anyways. You know it’s both. It also can’t help that your husband is very good at taking chances and placing bets. He never makes a decision until he’s certain of the outcome and that it will work in his favour. You find this trait very admirable, except for right now.

“Darling, are you alright?” Pantalone asks, faux concern lacing his words. “You’re shivering a little.”

You’re currently hugging a pillow to your bare chest, both to give yourself some dignity, and because you’re nearly nude. “I’m fine.”

He chuckles. “Well, if that’s the case, have you decided what your next move is?”

“I-I’m still thinking,” you grumble, body cold but face burning hot. Truth be told, your hand is shit. The only thing you have going for you are two fives, and that’s it. That may as well be nothing with how your game has been going. Pantalone’s only lost the shirt, and you’re pretty sure it’s because he felt bad for you and threw that round. You don’t know what’s worse, him pitying you, or that he still decimated you.

You take two cards out of your hand and discard them, leaving only the two fives and an ace. You’re already certain you’re losing the round anyways, so you might as well see if you can get another ace, or maybe a five. Just something to make your hand better than being just above trash.

“Interesting…”

“Shush.”

You pick up two new cards and place them in your deck. Let’s see, you had a five of hearts, five of diamonds, and an ace of spades. You’ve picked up–

No way.

You blink, trying not to let your shock show (your poker face isn’t that great, either). Those two new cards consist of an ace of diamonds, and a five of clubs. Holy shit. Holy shit. That’s a full house! The only way Pantalone can beat that is if he gets 4 of a kind, a straight flush or a royal flush. You actually have a chance! Not a chance of winning the game, Archons no, but you’ll be keeping your underwear on for a round longer.

You smile, and present your hand. “Full house.”

Pantalone’s eyebrows widen, and he smiles. “Oh, goodness! Look at you! You’re starting to get the hang of this now. That is very impressive, my darling.”

You cross your arms, giving him the smug grin he’s been giving you all evening.

He sighs. “That… makes this all the more painful, I’m afraid.”

You watch as Pantalone lays his cards down in front of you. Your eyes widen, and your jaw drops.

“... Absolutely not.”

“I’m afraid so.”

“Are you kidding me!?” you ask. “A royal flush?! No, no I refuse… You did not just get that!”

“I assure you, darling,” he purrs, “I got it fair and square.”

You glare at him and his cards. An ace, a queen, a king, a jack, and a ten of hearts. Of course it has to be hearts, too.

“Now then, I think you know the rules.”

“Fine, fine, you win.” You move the pillow from your chest and toss it at his head. It makes contact, which makes him laugh. “I know the drill.”

“My my, you make it sound like such a horrible fate,” he teases. “Sure, I may have won again, but I think we both know this will be… equally rewarding for us, no?”

You roll your eyes. “Easy for you to say, champion strip poker king…”

“Oh, my little darling,” he coos in such a patronizingly sweet voice, “where’s the fun in being such a spoilsport? Don’t you enjoy playing with me?”

“I do, but it’s just frustrating that you’ve won every game we play.”

Pantalone laughs. “Then I suppose you’ll have to get good, as people say. Now, about my prize...”

#ask #sheepy! #pantalone #pantalone smut #pantalone x reader #idk if i need the pantalone smut tag but may as well get my bases covered

[deadprompts]

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝟽 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

content warning applies. change any pronouns / wording if necessary.

you're either with us or you ain't.

you do the same damn stink eye as your dad

i'm not saving you anymore.

you should be dead.

i love a gal that takes me to dinner and doesn’t expect me to put out.

you're sitting over there talking outside both sides of your mouth.

i know i had to make a pretty strong first impression.

you’re lucky. don’t forget.

i just bent over backwards to show you how reasonable i am.

it's gonna be dark soon.

did you just threaten me?

you see, now i just think you're lying.

kid. i ain't gonna lie. you scare the shit out of me.

are you kiddin' me?

do soy sauce packets count as food?

i'm dealing in certainties, and i'm doing my part to give them what they want.

what'd he have? a knife?

i get why you did it.

i would not have messed with that guy!

hot diggity dog! this place is magnificent!

i don’t give a shit if you think you’ve found the secret to life.

if you keep thinking everyone's an enemy, then enemies are all you're gonna find.

let me give you some advice.

you should go before you find out how dangerous we really are.

that takes guts... and then there's you.

people want someone to follow.

same goes for you too right?

little pig, little pig, let me in!

i want you to think about what could've happened, think about what happened, and think about what can still happen.

don’t pretend you don’t know the score.

anyone wanna finish the game? come on! i was winning!

it ain’t just about getting by here. it’s about getting it all.

people can try and you set you in the right direction, but they can’t show you the way.

listen, i like you, so i don't want to go hard proving a point here.

we'll win. but we need to wait for the right moment.

i hear your concern. i'm not insensitive to it.

people say i have an expressive face.

i always found it hard getting close to anyone.

that remind you of anyone you know?

if you knew us, if you knew anything, you would kill us.

well pardon me.

look, just put it down...

we need to talk.

hope you're not trying to hide stuff from us 'cause that generally doesn't go over very well.

i feel like i ought to give you a signing bonus.

you bunch of pussies!

nobody's evil. they just decide to forget who they are.

i think i've made my position very clear.

i'm serious. do you want me to prove how serious?

bet you thought you were all gonna grow old together.

whatever you had going for you... that is over now.

what's about to happen is gonna be hard to watch.

if you're having problems of that nature, come to see me.

some people are evil. i've seen it.

i was gifted these pickles.

how about a "thank you?"

i can't be the only one to notice that you got a fat lady in charge of keeping track of rations, can i?

he's an idiot.

you'll get yourself killed.

you should know, there is no door number four. this is it. this is the only way.

speak when you're spoken too.

in case you haven't caught on, i just slipped my dick down your throat, and you thanked me for it.

i can see this is hard on you guys.

we provide security for others. we bring civilization back to this world.

you guys have a barbecue or something and not invite us?

i'll find you.

you were thinking about someone else.

my apologies for leaving the place a bit of a mess, but we got a litany of other shit to attend to!

you like ice cream? we have ice cream.

me? i ain't doing shit.

you got your friend killed.

not making a decision is a big decision.

drink from the well, replenish the well.

suck my nuts.

he's a coward. they're more dangerous.

don't be rude.

this must be hard for you right?

no matter how things go down, i got your back.

we'll crack open some tequila, we'll talk, we'll work it out.

you don't have to do this.

your people are making me lose my voice doing all this yelling.

i'd like to take it back to awkward silence now.

i mean, you have been king shit for so long.

we made it. we can make it. we can.

you're not me.

it’s because you got no guts.

was the joke that bad?

is that you? underneath all that man bush?

thanks for saving my life before. and other time. oh, and the other time.

get on your knees.

you really want to see all these people die? you will.

i am indeed a smarty pants.

what the hell, man?

we're the ones who live.

don't wander around here on your own.

#prompts #twd #rp prompts #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters #rp meme #sentence starters #inbox meme #the walking dead rp meme #twd rp meme #apocalypse rp meme #apocalypse sentence starters #apocalypse rp #tlou rp meme #inbox prompts #deadprompts prompt

[acatalystrising]

Okay, so there’s been SO MUCH lovely Boba content lately, and it has been giving me SO many thots! So many, in fact, I simply must share some of them here. And by some, I mean specifically dom, brat tamer!Boba thots. So you’ve been warned. Hehe.

@daimyosprincess @thirsty-boba-fett-posts and @marierg - ALL of you are responsible (in all the best ways I love you guys bunchesss) so feel free to jump in here if you wish hehe, as well as anyone else who is interested!

NSFW below the cut, minors DNI.

• I just KNOW Daimyo Boba could handle a brat. Yes, he’s a bit older (like that’s really going to stop him) and more scarred. But, but…that man is not built like the broadside of a barn with a voice like liquid sin for no reason. Boba likes a good challenge, always has, and that definitely would still be the case for the bedroom.

• He would secretly love the fact that you feel safe enough with him to push your luck. He knows of his reputation - hell, he forged it that way on purpose. You are safe with him, and he with you, something that has been built over time. And because if this, you absolutely would test his patience and push every button you could to get a rise out of him. And oh boy, do you get a rise.

• Boba likes you feisty. He likes it when you fight back. Boba is equal parts gentle and rough - a duality that can swing either direction depending on the moment. But when he gets rough…you’d better expect there to be marks. Small bruises, hickeys, you name it. But only if you want. In this case, you do. You love carrying his marks, little reminders to you and everyone else that you are his alone.

• And you better bet that Boba knows how to tame a brat. You think you’ve got the upper hand? Wrong. The man was a bounty hunter for years. There is no way you get in and out of that profession without a few kinks. (Or a lot.) Binders? Pressure points? Restraint? Bingo. But his greatest weapon in this sort of situation is something you initially underestimated and are now dearly paying for…his voice.

• Boba is a KING at dirty talk. The man loves making you squirm, and he knows you have a thing for his voice (how could you not?) and shamelessly uses that to his full advantage.

• So how could this all play out? I’m glad you asked. Here’s a little snippet below, feel free to add your thots!

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“Think you’re so clever now, princess?”

A sharp whine bubbled from your lips even as you struggled underneath him, panting breaths fogging his visor. His grip on your arms tightened as he pulled them further over your head, big hands not giving you an ounce of wiggle room to escape.

“Oh, come on, I was just teasing.” You swallowed, but it felt like your heart was working it’s way up your throat. “You don’t seriously think I’m just going to give up without a-”

Boba shifted both of your wrists to one hand, the other removing his helmet with a hiss, then slipping around your throat. You were caged beneath him, underwear already soaked, his weight pressing you into the bed. And his hand at your throat? You could barely string a sentence together.

“Keep talking and your punishment will only be worse.” His breath was hot on your ear, lips mere centimeters from your skin. He caressed your throat with a lone finger, and you shivered. “You want kisses? Want me to fuck you senseless?”

You nodded, sweat beading on your forehead, a moan ripping from your throat when he licked your ear, nibbling on it with a growl.

“Mesh’la,” his eyes found yours - they were sinfully dark, commanding. A cunning smirk curved on his lips like a knife. “Use your words.”

“Oh gods, just fuck me,” you wriggled beneath him, purposefully shifting so your thighs rubbed against his swelling erection. Two could play this game, after all. “You win. Fuck me.”

But Boba Fett, damn him, only shook his head with a cluck of his tongue, lowering his face to the crook of your neck. He pinned you with ease, stopping even the slightest of squirms, yet again reminding you exactly how kriffing strong he was, and who you were dealing with.

As if you could ever forget.

“Use your manners. Only good girls get what they want,” his tone was teasing, dripping with mirth, victory, and something altogether deadly. He pressed a kiss to your pulse point. “What’ll it be? Can my little brat say please?”

You whined - maker, kriffing, whined. A war waged in your flustered brain between the urge to push back and the desire for him to fill you. Boba chuckled, licking a stripe up your neck.

“Aww, can’t use your words, hmm?” He shifted to pull away with an indifferent shrug. “Well that’s too bad.”

Oh maker no. He wouldn’t.

He would.

“No, wait!” You leaned forward, cheek pressing against his chest armor with a whimper. “Please, I…I’ll be good. I won’t cause any more trouble. Just…fuck me. Please please fuck me. I can’t, can’t…”

Boba smirked down at you, absolutely relishing his effect on you, and moved his hand at your throat to your cheek.

“Oh, poor thing,” his tone was absolutely dripping with pseudo mockery as he gave your cheek a pinch. “So flustered you can’t think? And I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

“Boba, please…” you squeezed your eyes shut, breaths nearly a sob. “Please, please, I need you. Need you so bad.”

“Hmm, well,” Boba’s eyes flashed predatory in the dark, lips curving in a victorious grin. “If you insist.”

His hand on your cheek slid down your body and between your legs, and he chuckled when he felt the evidence of your arousal at his fingertips.

“Poor little princess,” he kissed you, keeping you pinned down, fingers circling your clit. “So needy. So desperate. All for me.”

“Y-yes, all for you,” you tried to nod, words choking to moans when he slipped one of his thick digits inside you. “Only you.”

You were so wet you could hear the slick of his fingers against your flesh, Boba’s heartbeat thundering in your ears, his breaths ragged - hot and needy and desperate. You once again found yourself marveling at his restraint. How he could hold himself back at all was a…

He slipped a second finger inside you, curling them to your stomach, striking that devastating spot inside you with such accuracy it had you wriggling beneath him with a loud cry. Pleasure grew like a furnace, steadily growing hotter and hotter, until it overflowed in a spray of fiery sparks and phthalo phosphorescence - all captured in your guttural cry as you careened over the edge.

When you finally came back to your senses, Boba was holding you close to his chest, his beskar blissfully cool against your burning skin. He ran a gentle hand through your hair, chuckling when you leaned into his touch.

“Ahh,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek, tone low, teasing. “So she can be a good girl after all.”

You halfheartedly grumbled, cheeks heating in a wild blush, and curled against him with a sigh. A rumbling chuckle reverberated through his chest as he cupped your chin, directing your gaze at his.

“Catch a breath, little one,” he kissed you once, then twice, then again, mouth searingly hot like a branding iron. “Because I’m not through with you, yet.”

#boba fett thots #boba fett smut #dom boba fett #dom boba has me in a chokehold #if only in real life hehe #everyone is writing such amazing stuff and I blame you all for my never ending thots #but that is NOT a bad thing lollll #so I had to add my piece #because I would do anything and everything for him #dom!boba fett #boba fett #boba fett headcanon #boba fett x f!reader #boba fett x reader #boba fett x female reader #boba fett x reader smut #boba fett x you #it’s because boba has major brat tamer energy #boba fett x fem!reader #the book of boba fett #acatalystrising writes

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

The Lost Prince

⚔️ All Previous Parts Here ⚔️

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO (knots, slick, mpreg), Viking Col, fae Dom, shifting, wolf form, plot chapter, mentions of piss kink, mentions of sex, light voyeurism (but not really), PTSD, mentions of being held captive, secrets revealed, mentions of past war, nervous boys ☠️ rating: mature ☠️ shared ideas by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Kol'son didn't know how long they laid on the forest floor. They were filthy and tired and eventually he slipped himself free to curl around three-fourths of his pack and let the boy nap comfortably against his fur. He kept one ear pressed against Dom's belly, the other listening to the world around them. Just in case. They were safe where they were though, it had been over two years since they combined three clans and mostly everyone seemed content. The forest fae normally stayed hidden in their home in the trees, and Harald's old clan stayed in their village but they were run by him, Dom, Mod, and technically Tom by mating. Though the boys still barely admitted it. Kol couldn't wait for the day they stopped saying 'we're just good friends.' Good friends who live together and make love? Yeah. Alright. He supposed they both grew up thinking they weren't worthy of a relationship but they would learn. 

Harald's people had been surprisingly alright with being taken over, but maybe that was because they slaughtered the men who would have fought back. There were only a few left that might hate them- the daughters of the old chieftain, but even his wife had been thankful to be free and most of the younger girls had been pleased as well. Besides the forest folk being a little standoffish and Megna hating she was no longer special, they hadn't had a lot of trouble in the last two years. There were moments he almost thought of their home as a utopia of sorts. He wasn't the only leader which was incredibly calming but at the same time they all tended to treat him and Dom as the top of the food chain. He assumed it was the god thing but it worked for them. 

The wolf sighed deep, confused as to why he was letting his mind run wild instead of relaxing with his lover but that always seemed to happen. It was like his mind couldn't accept they were safe. His father and Bjørn had raised him to always expect the worst and be ready for war but now that wasn't needed. He didn't think. "Mmm, can 'ear yas. Stop it." The fae against him grumbled, tugging his fur. He huffed against Dom's swollen belly, his tongue flicking over it before he remembered he was just tasting his own piss. It wasn't the strangest thing he'd ever done but it wasn't the tastiest either. Dom might be safely scent marked but it changed his flavor. Win some, lose some. 

'Sorry ástin min.' He would say Dom couldn't hear him thinking but that wasn't exactly true. Their mating bond was strong and they were both magic creatures, they could at times reach into each other's minds and when not that deep inside- they could feel the other. 

"Bet tha' tastes yummy." The queen giggled, his eyes still closed against the sun coming through the trees. His voice was sleepy and his face gorgeous. There were streaks of dirt and drool and dried tears but even so he was the most perfect thing Kol had ever seen. He still found himself rolling his eyes and poking his tongue out at his wife. They were always playful. In a way even though they were parents, they were still so young. 

'I'd drink your piss. But my own? Eh.' He half joked, lolling his tongue out as if he were slightly disgusted. His mate giggled and finally started to sit up and the god felt his tail wagging as the boy scratched him absentmindedly. 'Come on, climb on me.' He commanded softly, ducking his head under his lover's arm. He didn't want Dom having to walk after all that, not if he could help. Of course the boy gave him a playful look, one brow arched and his lips curled in a smirk. 

"For once I don't fink I can daidí. Give me a bit, yeah?" The siren asked with a laugh that warmed Kol's heart and made his belly flip flop. 

'Fucker. I meant-' 

"Oh I know wha' ya meant. Can't get enough of me pussy yeah?" He mock preened, his hands under his chin to frame the cute innocent face he made. Kol'son knew he fell more in love with him every day but there were moments the siren took his breath away. As he dropped the act and took a deep breath he made a face. "May need a quick dip. Not tha' I don't love it but Ciarán might want fed and… 'Ey stop growling bout ya own son. Don't make me rub ya nose in it." 

'In what?' The Viking teased, finally just standing and shaking himself before pushing his snout under his wife and tossing the boy on his back. The squeal was precious but the hold around his neck was what really got him. 

☠️⚔️☠️

After taking a quick dip to wash the mess off- not completely but enough that no one would notice besides the smell- the pair were headed home to their hut when they felt as if someone was watching. They of course had plenty of people that might need something but would worry about interrupting so they tried not to get nervous but it was strange not being able to tell where the gaze was coming from. Kol finally decided to shift back, it was easier to speak to their people in the visage they were used to so he set his love down and called that power back into himself. 

Dom always loved watching the shift. It was strange because it seemed as if he just melted into a man. He tried so hard to focus and see how it worked but it appeared as if the wolf went blurry and the fur just… vanished. He'd vowed since the first day he witnessed it he'd learn the actual process but it never seemed to work. When his Viking was in the place where his wolf had just been he grinned and helped him stand up straight. He'd stay close while the human form worked to feel steady again. 

"Whoever is here you may greet us." Kol called out, trying to keep his boy somewhat hidden since they'd forgotten clothes. Their people were used to it but he wasn't sure which clan this person might be from.

A shimmer in the trees seemed to take shape slowly until it formed a man- no… a fae. He must have been. There were dark markings all over him, even on his shaven head. Before Kol might have thought they were tattoos but he learned better. There was a feeling to fairy kind and this one was strong as fuck. He was older seeming which the god knew meant he was probably hundreds if not thousands of years old, they didn't age like people did, they didn't even truly look like adults for so long. He couldn't help wondering what Modig would look like if he didn't have a human mother, would he seem as young as Dom did? The stranger's blue eyes stayed downcast, as if he were trying to be careful of seeing too much of his queen and Kol'son appreciated the gesture but he'd obviously been watching for a while. The man was familiar, something about him felt safe but he wasn't sure what or why. 

"I apologize for surprising you both. I was trying to find my way home but… I'm having trouble locating the door." He explained and his voice was softer than his warrior appearance would seem. "I am Tavis. I was just trying to find…" He trailed off as if confused and both leaders felt a pain from him they couldn't understand. 

"'Ave you been gone long?" Dom asked, his voice soft and sweet. "We 'ave people who know where it is. But talk to us?" He was being careful even though he could feel deep down he could trust the newcomer. There was just something about him. "Where did you come from?" He added, curling himself tighter around his mate. There was an aura around Tavis that made his soul ache. He didn't understand it but he didn't know if they were allowed to show someone the portal. Everyone was welcome in the forest land but… the fae were still careful. He'd been there around three years and he'd only been inside a few times. 

"I… I don't know. I feel like I've been gone…" Tavis paused and swallowed hard, his blue eyes lost and full of fear. "I was kept by the last chieftain, across the way. I think it was a long time but I'm not sure." 

"Harald has been dead for two years now, how are you just returning? This was your home, yes?" Kol asked, trying to help as much as he could but normally Dom was the people person.

Those ice eyes went wide and it looked as if the fae was about to panic. Dom huffed and stepped closer, ignoring his own nakedness to soothe someone he felt a kinship to. "You're safe now. I swear it. Kols killed the old chieftain and we own tha' land now. We 'ave an arrangement wiv the forest clan. The last leader stepped down not long ago. We can get you-" 

"Tavin! Is he still- does my brother live?" Marked hands reached out to grab Dom's wrists desperately and the man fell to his knees. The siren's eyes went wide and he flicked his gaze back to his mate. Did Kol catch that? Oh gods. 

"He does. He gave the crown to his nephew. I swear wha'ever 'appened you're safe now Tavis. Can you tell me?" Dom sniffled, he was more overwhelmed than he probably should be but he was wracked with hormones and he knew no matter what this would change so many lives. 

"I was trapped by Harald. Used for my magic. He thought I would break and let him into my home. He wanted as much power as he could get. Wait- did you say Kol? Kolvidur? Is that you? Tell me it's not been a decade already? Please?" Those blue eyes were filled with tears and so much heartbreak. 

"You knew my father?" Kol'son asked, stepping up behind his wife. He carefully wrapped his arms around Dom enough to cover the parts of him that were too close to Tavis's view for his liking but the man was obviously broken and didn't care. Fae were used to nudity but the Viking wasn't used to people seeing his lover nude. At least not face to dick.

Tavis gasped, looking them up and down. He was obviously trying to do math that was breaking his heart and mind. Dom was trying to do the same math but for a different reason. He knew Modig was slightly older than Kol but… "Yes um… He was a gangly boy last I saw. How is he? How is Inga?" That was obviously what he wanted to ask the most but fae royalty were nothing but proper, even in moments like that. Dom could tell his husband was still making sense of things and the newcomer was holding his breath. 

"Inga is alive and well. She fhought you was dead. Kolvidur and Bjørn are both gone 'ough." He soothed and the shuddering breath that escaped him made Dom cry as well. He was still holding the royal's hands, trying to help ground him. He should have known automatically who the stranger was by the feeling that came off him. It was the same he got years before the first night the seer broke into his and Kol's hut to introduce himself. Did Tavis even know? Gods this felt like a story.  "I'm sorry but it's been longer 'an tha'. Over two decades. 'Ow did you get free? You should 'ave been free years ago." He was so confused over that and worried that they still had evil in their midst. 

"His daughter came to me. She said if I did her bidding she'd let me free but she didn't do any of the correct ritual to bind me. I lied because I needed to come home. I needed to see my brother and my-" His mouth closed, his jaw clenching. Dom could understand being scared to call a human a mate but it sounded as if it were true for him and Inga. She was from a special family too. 

"She's at 'ome. Come on. Come wiv us. She'll be 'appy to see yas." Dom vowed nervously. Did the poor fae even know he had a son? "'Ow did you end up wiv 'Arald?" 

Tavis stood but kept his hand in Dom's. They started walking slowly home but he worried his precious pup of a husband was still mentally catching up. He didn't seem to realize he was looking at his uncle. Fuck what a day it was turning out to be. He couldn't even walk straight and yet he had to be strong for his family. Modig was like a brother to them both and Inga was the mother he never truly had. 

"My love was sent to him. I don't know if they found out we were to be mated or what but… her father stole her away and sent her to his best friend's home. At least that's what Kolvi told me. I went to find her and I was trapped. They didn't like the thought of her wedding a fae I suppose but it seems they've grown more comfortable with it?" He asked of Dom and the boy snorted. 

"No. Well… like I said, Kolvidur and Bjørn and their father are gone. No wonder Inga accepted me so easily." He hummed softly and he felt Kol'son stop dead in his tracks. 

"Oh fuck." And there it was. The god had finally caught up. He could feel a thousand questions burning in his mate's mind but first they needed to get home. He could only focus on one thing at a time and first he wanted clothes, then he wanted to find his aunt alone. "Yeah um… shit. Yeah. We can find a place for you and then we'll take you to them. Her! Her. We'll take you to her." 

Dom fought not to roll his eyes and elbow his love but at least they were on the same wavelength. Tavis smiled, something he obviously wasn't used to anymore but he tried before hugging the boy close. "Thank you! You have no idea how much this means to me." He sniffled, obviously trying to stay strong. 

"Yeah maybe don't thank us yet." Kol mumbled and Dom let himself elbow him then. Chieftain or not the god had never been taught the same manners the fae had. He loved him that way though, every brute and crass inch. 

Author's Note/Tags: @manicpixiedreamb0y @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @cole-way-iero28 @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Ahhhh new plot! Old secrets! Someone wasn't actually dead?! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I wonder if I kept it mysterious enough or if you figured it out automatically. At least it's happy surprise plot? Hopefully 🫣🖤☠️

#yungblud #dominic harrison #dom harrison #machine gun kelly #mgk #colson baker #dom and colson #dom and colson fic #dom x colson #dom x colson fic #yungblud and machine gun kelly #yungblud and machine gun kelly fic #yungblud x machine gun kelly #yungblud x machine gun kelly fic #com #com fics #domson #domson fics #my fics #jinx fics #abo #alpha beta omega #vikings #fae #gods #fantasy #viking/selkie abo au #wolf #shifters

[silvery-bluish]

Hello! hand on chest during a casual conversation and/ or bear hugs for Arsinoe pretty please ^^

Word Count: 408 + 373 Contents: Hand on chest during a casual conversation turned into Arsinoe and Themmy pre-HB not romantic not platonic but a Secret Third Thing and. only sort of hand on chest. Set between the Psychopathor incident and the Catastrofiend incident, to ground it in the timeline a little. Bear hugs is Arsinoe and Chen, strictly platonic, and Retri spoilers. Do not ask how it actually fits into the timeline because I don't have an answer for that one.

Prompt from here!

Hand on chest during a casual conversation

“You’ve never ridden a roller coaster.” It’s said without judgment, somehow, more double-checking than asking for an explanation for your failure to do something so normal. 

“No.” You and Anathema are sitting on the edge of a building, legs dangling over the side, taking a break from patrol to drink water. Hydration is important, in the Los Diablos sun, and you’re pretty sure their acid must use water in some way, even if it’s just for the component parts, or dilution. Not that you’ve asked about the chemistry. “Never had the chance.”

“What abouuut…” they trail off, thinking for a moment, swirling their water bottle gently to watch it spin. “Cotton candy? Funnel cake? Those games that are super rigged but you always sort of want to win a stuffed animal anyway?”

“I’ve never been to an amusement park at all,” you admit, “So if that’s all amusement park stuff, no.” You’re hoping it doesn’t make you sound too much like you’ve got no idea what you’re doing, trying to be human. How often do people go to that kind of thing? Is it notably weird that you haven’t?

“We should go,” Themmy says, smiling softly. “I didn’t get to go to one till a few years ago, they’re pretty fun if you go with friends. Bet we could grab Ortega, make a thing of it. And if you don’t like it, we can just grab a bunch of food and leave with it.”

It’s a quick tap, twice to their chest over their heart with your free hand and your own heart in your throat even though they can’t know what it means, not really, and you’re not going to explain, so you follow it up with, “I’d rather just go with you. Ortega would make too much of a thing of it, and I don’t know how well the crowds will mix with,” tap your temple twice with your pointer finger. Nervous fiddling of your hands, tapping away at other things, little messages just for you.

“Works for me,” Themmy says with a shrug, taking your weirdness in stride. “Maybe we can go with a bigger group next time.” They bump your shoulders together, swaying in and out of your personal space. “This trip can just be us. Less likely to get waylaid by the Charge Popularity Vortex that way, too.”

“That is a positive,” you muse, meeting their smile with a smile of your own.

Bear hugs

You hadn’t really thought of Chen as the hugging type, before. Too aloof, remote and distrusting, helmet and metal armor and a brick wall of a mind. But, hey, you’re apparently finding out that you’re not a good judge of character a lot these days.

Keep your eyes firmly shut, it'd be dark even if you open them because you’re hiding your whole damn face, hands knotted in his shirt -- worn, cotton, some symbol on the front too faded to parse -- his arms around your back in turn, one flesh one metal both his except--

It’s because he was looking for you that he got hurt. Lost his arm. Almost died. But he was looking for you, and you don’t know if it was some sense of duty, some desire to know how all the pieces laid out even when you were dead more than because it was you who’d died, but he’d looked either way. And that was worth-- something.

“I didn’t thank you, before, did I?” you say, before you can think better of it. Your voice is muffled slightly because you’re basically just talking into his chest, but when his arms loosen you don’t pull back. You don’t want to have to look at his face when you’re talking. 

“For what?” When he realizes you have no intention of actually letting go, his arms tighten again. Steady weight against your back. Willing to wait for you to explain yourself. 

“Looking for me. It. You didn’t find me, not all of me, but it matters that you.” Tried? Looked at all? “Cared,” you settle on. “So. Thank you.”

An intake of breath. Surprise, maybe, you’re pretty sure he’d been expecting you to get mad about it. Wanted you to get mad about it, a little. “Don’t do that.”

“What, thank you?” You don’t wait for an answer, just push onward fast enough that he can’t get a word in. “I can’t believe you’re trying to turn this into an argument. Just let me say this, ‘cause I’m probably never going to say it again." A beat, and he doesn't interrupt. "It matters that you tried, to me.”

A quiet huff of a laugh, barely more than an exhale. “Alright. No argument. Not this time, at least.”

“Good.”

#fhr #fallen hero #arsinoe #bookish.txt #my writing #fhr sidestep #fhr anathema #fhr steel #pre-hb arsenic and themmy owns my Whole Heart #and i am begging revelations to allow for more platonic hugs. i think it should be allowed. #thank you for the ask! i've got one more of these but it's Fighting Me #gently patting Arsinoe's 105 steel clue and calling that a problem for b3

[wrestlingisfake]

Hard to Kill preview

Alex Shelley vs. Moose - Shelley won the Impact men's world title in June; as of this week it's been rebranded as the TNA men's world title. Moose earned this title shot in September in a "feast or fired" match.

I'm honestly not sure there's any backstory to this match. The promotion basically went dark after December 9, and the weekly TV has been little more than clip shows and hype for the big rebranding from Impact back to TNA.

The match works without much context, though. Shelley was a mainstay with TNA from 2004 to 2012, as one of the young indy-riffic guys stuck in the midcard; since returning in 2020, he's been exalted as a veteran and a symbol of everything great about the promotion's history. Moose started with the company in 2016, a few months before Dixie Carter sold it to Anthem; he's been a mainstay ever since as they've gradually climbed out of a deep hole. In many respects, either of these men would make sense as the standard-bearer in this new era.

I don't see a title change happening here. When Shelley first won the title I figured it was a short-term thing until they could get it back on Josh Alexander, but they've seemed pretty committed to this run. My guess is that Moose is just here to give Shelley a statement win, so he can be standing tall at the end of the show when some hotter name debuts as a more serious contender. I don't know that TNA has anybody major coming in, but they made serious offers for CM Punk and Will Ospreay and didn't get either of them, so they probably spent that money on somebody...

Trinity vs. Jordynne Grace - Trinity is the defending TNA women's world champion. Grace won a "call your shot" battle royale in October to earn this match.

It's been exactly one year since Grace lost the title to Mickie James. When Mickie had to forfeit the belt due to injury, Deonna Purrazzo beat Grace to win the vacant title. Purrazzo then dropped the chammpionship to Trinity in July.

Trinity debuted with Impact/TNA back in April, almost a year after an acrimonious departure from WWE. Nevertheless, there's been a lot of rumblings about her returning to WWE very soon. Whether or not you put any stock in that, it's going to be the elephant in the room for this match.

Of course, even if Trinity is headed for the Royal Rumble in two weeks, that doesn't mean she has to lose this match. She could easily retain here and finish up at tomorrow's TV tapings. Or she could just stay in TNA. Or she could leave, but go to AEW or who-knows-where. But if I had to put money on it, I think the safest bet is on Grace winning the title.

Chris Sabin vs. El Hijo del Vikingo vs. KUSHIDA - This is a three-way bout for Sabin's TNA X division championship. Vikingo's AAA mega title is not at stake.

Originally, the X division was TNA's concept for showcasing smaller, flippier wrestlers without calling them "cruiserweights" or "junior heavyweights." De-emphasizing the weight classes worked out well for bringing in Samoa Joe, but eventually led to dopey storylines where Kevin Nash and Bully Ray wanted the belt because there was no rule that said they couldn't win it. At one point a weight limit was imposed to cut that shit out. Of late there's no sense that you have to be a particular size or work a particular style to be in contention for the X title. This match, though, is clearly about getting back to the tradition of flippy shit.

Sabin, who's been with the promotion for most of its 22 years, has held the X title ten times. Kushida was a six-time junior heavyweight champion in New Japan, but he's through being pigeonholed in that weight class so he's made TNA his new home. Vikingo is one of the flippiest flippy guys I've ever seen, which is saying a lot in an X division match. I'd say Vikingo would make a good titleholder for the new era, but he's signed to AEW and I'm not confident he'll be sticking around. I'm thinking Sabin retains.

Josh Alexander vs. Alex Hammerstone - Hammersone, who looks like Brock Lesnar and Pat McAfee had a baby, just entered free agency after a five-year run in MLW. Josh Alexander hasn't held a title for nearly a year, but at 36 he's clearly the guy you want to build the company around, since most of the other top acts are hitting 40. I assume Josh wins unless TNA thinks they can sign Hammerstone, or at least get him to commit to another match.

Ace Austin & Chris Bey vs. Zachary Wentz & Trey Miguel vs. Mike Bailey & Trent Seven vs. Zack Gibson & James Drake - ABC (Austin & Bey) are defending the TNA men's tag team belts in a four-way. They won the belts from Wentz and Miguel (of the Rascalz). Seven debuted last month to team with Bailey in a winning effort against the Rascalz. The Grizzled Young Veterans (Gibson and Drake) are making their debut with the promotion after a lengthy run in NXT.

This is probably going to be a lot of action, but it probably won't matter how it turns out. No matter who wins, I expect these teams to see a lot of each other in the next couple of months. If I have to pick a winner, I guess I'll go with Gibson and Drake.

Alisha Edwards vs. Dani Luna vs. Gisele Shaw vs. Jody Threat vs. Tasha Steelz vs. Xia Brookside - This is a six-woman "ultimate X" match. The ring will have poles or scaffolding attached to the ring posts, so that two cables can be hung up, criss-crossing about ten feet above the mat. A prize is hung where the cables meet--it could be a briefcase, but it's typically a giant red "X". The first woman to recover the prize wins the match--other than that, there are no rules. The winner will earn a future women's world title match.

The women's division feels a little weak with Mickie James, Deonna Purrazzo, and (perhaps?) Trinity leaving. Masha Slamovich, Killer Kelly, Jessicka Havok, and Courtney Rush aren't booked for this show (so far) and I haven't seen TNA make a big deal out of re-signing any of them (yet). So it's probably time for one or two of the women in this match to step up as a top contender. Luna and Brookside, who came over after the shutdown of NXT UK, probably have the most long-term potential. I wouldn't sleep on Steelz, though.

Anyone could win this, really. It could be someone they're building up for a big push heading into the April PPV, or it could be someone they're just feeding to the champion next week on TV.

Dirty Dango vs. PCO - Dango is the wrestler formerly known as Fandango in WWE, but of late he's reinvented himself as a bitter veteran heel, because heaven knows we don't have enough of those in wrestling. PCO is the wrestler formerly known as Quebecer Pierre in WWE, but a few years back he reinvented himself as a Frankenstein monster, which is a much cooler idea. I'm pretty sure PCO wins, unless he's leaving the promotion soon.

Tommy Dreamer vs. Crazzy Steve - This is scheduled for the pre-show. Dreamer's TNA digital media title is on the line. I think I heard Steve turned on Black Taurus and got more edgelord-y than usual, but I haven't actually seen him in a long time. Dreamer probably still has value as an old-timer wrestler, but not as a champion. I'd give the belt to Steve, but I'm not counting on a title change.

Eric Young & Frankie Kazarian vs. Eddie Edwards & Brian Myers - Another pre-show match. Edwards used to lead the "entitled journeymen" stable Honor No More, and Myers used to be in an "entitled journeymen" tag team with Matt Cardona, and somewhere along the line they just got thrown together to complain about how the promotion doesn't appreciate them enough. EY and Kaz have been in and out of this company for twenty years; I feel like they used to be in a faction together but I don't care enough to look it up. This one could go either way.

Rich Swann vs. Steve Maclin - Still another pre-show match. Both of these guys have been Impact world champions, so I'm not sure what they're doing so far down the card. I'm guessing that only the winner of this match will get a chance to do something about that. I'm thinking Maclin wins.

#tna #tna wrestling #impact wrestling #hard to kill #alex shelley #moose #trinity fatu #jordynne grace

[mediaevalmusereads]

The Ruin of Gabriel Ashleigh. By KJ Charles. Loveswept, 2014.

Rating: 4/5 stars

Genre: historical romance, short story, lgbtqia+ romance

Part of a Series? Yes, Society of Gentlemen #0.5

Summary: The youngest son and the blackest sheep in his family, Lord Gabriel Ashleigh never imagined he could sink so low. Though he’s a notoriously bad gambler, he takes on the formidable but strangely alluring Francis Webster, only to lose everything: all his money, the lovely estate he inherited from his aunt, and any hope of future happiness. So it’s a shock when Webster summons him to a private game for a chance to win back his possessions. The stake? If he fails, Ash must surrender his body.

Francis has been waiting years for this moment. At Eton, Ash’s elder brother harassed him relentlessly. Now, consumed by lust and rage, Francis is only too happy to exploit Ash’s foolish indiscretions. But as Francis strips the magnificently built youth—first of his family assets, then his clothes—he begins to wonder whether he’s been plotting revenge . . . or exquisite seduction.

***Full review below.***

Content Warnings: graphic sexual content

Overview: I'm quite in the mood for a full length novel, so for the past few days, I've been reading novellas, graphic narratives, and short stories. I picked this one up because I don't think I've ever read a short story that was also a queer historical romance, and I was curious as to how it would unfold. Fortunately, it worked out; Charles is very careful to keep the scope reasonable and does a good job laying groundwork before the romance begins. The only reason this story gets 4 stars from me, however, is because I think Charles could have injected more sensuality into the build up to the intimate scene and held back a little more on the info dumping after. But other than those things, this is a nice, quick read that will surely delight lovers of queer (especially mlm) romance.

Writing: Charles's prose is very quick, clear, and well-balanced, without rhetorical flourishes that take up space or make the pace drag. However, it doesn't feel sparse either; especially towards the beginning, I never felt as if Charles was breezing through things, but took care to devote time and attention to the context and backstory that would inform the character dynamics moving forward. I also really liked that Charles moved back and forth between past and present, using flashbacks to show the reader where certain feelings come from rather than telling us that Ash and Frances had history. It made the story feel more "literary" and therefore more engrossing.

Plot: The plot of this short story follows Gabriel "Ash" Ashleigh, the youngest son of a prominent family who bets his entire inheritance on a game of cards. To his horror, Ash loses, and the short story begins in medias res the day after, when Ash realizes what he's done. After turning to his brother for help (which is denied), Ash receives a note from Francis Webster, the man who now holds all of Ash's gambling debt. Francis invites Ash to his house and offers to allow him to win it all back, but because Ash no longer has anything to wager, Francis proposes a solution: Ash's body.

I personally found the plot to be appropriate in scope, which meant that the story didn't feel as though Charles was trying to stuff a novel-length plot into a scant 44 pages. Because Charles also inserts some flashbacks, the plot felt richer than if background information has merely been told to us and we were left to absorb its significance on our own.

The only thing I didn't like about this plot is the falling action, after Ash and Francis are physically intimate. After they sleep together, Francis explains how long he's wanted Ash, how he knew he was queer, etc. and it felt like such a departure from the literary way Charles related backstory in the beginning. I think I would have liked it better if some of this info was relayed earlier, such as more sensuality in the card games that built up to their encounter, or more revelations in the throes of passion. As it stands, there seems to be a lot of telling at the end, and the tone shifts from dark and potentially dangerous to bright and hopeful. If more seeds had been sown earlier, the shift might have been more gradual and, at least for me, more enjoyable.

Characters: Ash, our main protagonist, is something of a Rake in that he is characterized by his pursuit of pleasure. He is frequently drunk and plays all sorts of impulsive card games, which makes him the black sheep of his family. However, Ash is more complicated than a straight forward stock libertine because he seems to have a sense of honor, yet is always afraid to show it. For example, he remembers seeing his older brother bully Francis at Eton, and though he took his brother's side, he secretly hated all the things that they were doing. Giving Ash such conflicting feelings made him interesting because as a reader, I didn't quite know for sure how he would respond to certain things, and I appreciated the character growth that happened when Ash decided to do the right thing and apologize.

Francis, the love interest, is less complex, but that didn't bother me because this short story is told in third person from Ash's POV. Most of what we know about Francis is given to us through Ash's perception of him, so Francis comes across as dark, ruthless, calculating, and potentially dangerous. I would have liked him better as a character if he didn't infodump so much at the end, but as a love interest bound by the limits of this story, he was fine.

Romance: I wouldn't quite call this story a proper romance because we don't see a complete love story, just an act of ohysical intimacy which promises to turn into a long-lasting relationship. I can't really comment, then, on the arc of the relationship, though I think it's fair to say that I wish Charles had done more to build up the sensuality and hint that there was something more than lust going on a bit earlier. As it stands, the physical scene feels like a moment of sudden passion until after it ends, when Francis reveals his true feelings. Personally, I dislike it when reveals like this are too sudden and shift the way I conceptualize the relationship too suddenly, but because of the length of this story, I kind of understand why it was done. Basically, what I wanted was for Charles to *show* us more longing rather than *telling* us about it after.

Ash's older brother, Mal, makes a brief appearance, but his main way of being present is through Ash's memory. Because Mal and Francis have an antagonistic relationship, it would have been easy for Mal to distract from the bond between Francis and Ash, but I think Charles did well. Mal is neither presented as an incidental character nor one that dominates the story, and I appreciated that he was kept in his place, so to speak.

TL;DR: The Ruin of Gabriel Ashleigh is a fun, quick, erotic short story that feels both rich and complex and appropriate in scope. Though I personally would have liked the ending to play out differently, this story is a good intro to mlm historical romance and a good example of how to write a short story that don't feel rushed or over-full.

[worksinprogress1]

"Getting tired yet?" Crispin asked, a competitive gleam still in his eye.

"You wish," Drayton said casually, ignoring the tears stinging his eyes and the burning heat of his own breath.

"You're redder than a habanero pepper, and you're going down!" Crispin grinned and took a huge bite of the jalapeno and ghost pepper sandwich he'd made up for this bet. He'd made ten of them, and the two boys had already gone through three each. "Mmm," he Crispin, making a show of how little he was affected.

Drayton maintained lazy eye contact and stuffed another bite of his own sandwich into his burning mouth. Drayton didn't lose bets, and he wasn't about to start today- especially not with the high stakes. He swallowed as quickly as he could and started gagging on an unchewed strip of pepper that had gotten lodged in his throat.

Crispin giggled at Drayton's struggle. Then he realized Drayton was choking. He got up and started giving Drayton hard hits to the back, trying to help him out. In panic, Drayton grabbed the glass of milk on the table and downed half of it, managing to swallow the pepper.

"You okay?" Crispin asked.

"Yeah..." Drayton said, colour returning to his face.

"Well, I win!" Crispin announced, crossing his arms triumphantly.

"That doesn't count. I was choking."

"No, we shook on it- first person to give up or touch the glass of milk loses."

Drayton looked at the half-finished glass of milk and Crispin's unaffected face. He could either keep arguing with Crispin, or he could finish cooling off his mouth. Begrudgingly, he picked up the glass and downed it. "Yeah, you win," he admitted.

"And I'm not letting you off easily! You knew the rules: I lose, I have to ask Lacey out. You lose, you have to be nice to Kieran for a whole week!"

"Alright, geez. I was just trying to help you work up the nerve."

"And I appreciate it! But now, let's make up some rules for what being 'nice' means. I know you'll do the bare minimum if we don't."

"Fine. What are the rules?"

"Hmm..." Crispin put a finger to his lips and seemed to think it over. "You have to partner with him for the group project this week. And you have to invite him to sit with us at lunch. And you have to have him so convinced you're friends that he's willing to hang out with you outside of class. And no calling him ex-champion!"

"Got it. But only if after this week, you ask out Lacey. No excuses. Deal?"

"Deal. But if you don't uphold your side of the bet, I'm forcing another super-spicy sandwich down your throat, got it?"

"Sure, whatever."

-

Kieran had gotten his lunch from the cafeteria and was making his way back to his dorm room when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, Kieran, come sit with us," Drayton said, giving him a winning grin.

Kieran looked back at the BB league's usual table, where Amarys and Lacey were chatting and Crispin was waving him over.

"Well... sure," Kieran replied, sounding guarded and a little confused.

Drayton walked him over to the table, where the boys ate in awkward silence as Lacey chattered over Iono's latest stream and Amarys watched it in content silence. Drayton focused on his taco salad. Sure, you could cut the awkwardness with a knife, but it wasn't his responsibility to fix it. If Crispin wanted to change the situation he'd created, he could go on ahead.

Tired of waiting, Crispin kicked Drayton's leg to get him moving. Drayton turned his eyes to Kieran. "Hey. We start a group project in terrarium class tomorrow. Wanna be partners?"

"Wha- uh, sure."

"Hey, you're the only one here who's in that class with me. Might as well do it with a friend, right?"

Kieran seemed taken aback. "Friends? Wowzers... I-I knew you guys had forgiven me, but I didn't know you'd be willing to be friends..."

It almost made Drayton feel guilty. Thankfully, as Drayton tried to figure out a response, Amarys took interest in the new face at their table.

“Kieran. I’ve been looking to test some supplements on a synthetic Pokémon. Would your porygon-Z be up to the task.”

“Sure!.”

“Thank you. Allow me to tell you the potential side effects,” Amarys continued, pulling out a notepad covered in small, neat text.

With a list like that, Drayton could enjoy the rest of his lunch period free from bet-related obligations. Thanks, Amarys. You really came in clutch, he thought.

-

The next morning, Kieran realized that partnering with the guy that never showed up to class might not have been his brightest move. Kieran checked his watch again as he leaned against the wall of the outdoor classroom. It was 9:30- thirty minutes from when the class had started and twenty minutes from when the other students had started on their assignments. Seeing the other students running around the lush environments battling and tossing their balls made Kieran downright twitchy. Maybe Drayton wasn’t going to show up and he should do this on his own. Maybe that had been Drayton's plan from the beginning.

Just as Kieran had left the classroom to get started on the project, he caught sight of Drayton and ran to him. "There you are. I thought I was gonna have to do this whole project by myself," Kieran snapped. "The assignment is to catch one Pokémon of each type and write a few sentences on why it's an exemplar of its type. Come on, let's go- the class is already halfway over." With that, Kieran turned his attention to the fields, looking around anxiously for his first catch.

"Relax," Drayton said. "Eighteen Pokémon in four eighty-minute classes isn't that much. Let's just take it easy and see what we can find, okay?"

"Oh. O-okay," Kieran replied, back turned. "S-sorry. I guess I'm not making the best new impression on you, huh?" All that nervous, angry energy probably reminded Drayton of Kieran's reign as champion. Not exactly what Kieran wanted now that Drayton was finally giving him a chance.

"Nope," Drayton stated. Drayton walked past Kieran, and Kieran followed along at his side in silence. After not too long, they passed a herd of executor. Drayton threw a quick ball at one of them as they passed, causing the others to take notice and shuffle away from the two humans. The quick ball shook three times, then clicked shut. "There's grass done," Drayton said, picking up the pokéball.

"...I don't know if that's a good representative," Kieran said after a little hesitation.

"Why? It's a tree. Can't get any more grass than that."

"I don't think that kind of logic will get us a good grade. Let's keep looking."

"Fine. What do you think our grass-type should be?"

"Follow me," Kieran proposed, taking off at a jog. Drayton ran after him. Not long after, Kieran slowed down and knelt at the outside of a forested area. It was time to show Drayton that he'd learned a few nice things about the terrarium and about Pokémon.

Inside the bush was a pond with dozens of bulbasaurs wading and sunning themselves on the rocks in the dappled light. Kieran carefully, quietly entered the bush and picked up one of the specimens on the rocks.

"I think this is the one," Kieran said as he stepped back into the sunlight, the bulbasaur held in both his hands. "Grass-types are super docile, even ones with other types that tend not to be. That can be our reasoning."

Drayton smiled as he looked down at the bright-eyed little frog. "Makes sense. I guess you would know, 'cause of your hydrapple."

"Yeah. And my shiftry back in Kitakami. It’s a dark-type. With grass, you can have an easy-to-train dragon, a kind dark-type, and even a nurturing poison-type. But they're not just softies, either. With a secondary type, they can be super strong and nasty, too! That’s why they’re my favourites.”

"Huh. Guess there’s a lot more to them than meets the eye. So, what type do you want to tackle next?"

"Hmm... dragon? We both like dragons. And you can choose the species this time."

"Sure. Let’s go catch something fierce.”

"Sounds good. I'm glad you came around to me."

By the end of the period, the two boys had caught a flygon, and a rhyhorn for ground type as well, leaving them only a little behind the expected pace. Drayton even promised to show up on time the next day. Maybe, Kieran thought, this really isn't some kind of trick.

-

The next day after class, Drayton asked Kieran to hang out. It was one of the requirements of the bet, after all. Drayton suggested they play some games in Kieran's dorm room. It would save him the work of cleaning his own room or having to pay for an outing. It was a sound plan, but once Drayton actually got there, well, he thanked Arceus that there was no requirement on how long they had to hang out. Kieran's game system was hilariously outdated, practically older than they were, and beside it was a stack of E-rated titles. Considering that Kieran's guardians didn't even allow him a phone, Drayton supposed he should have guessed.

"That's what we'll be playing?" Drayton asked, not bothering to hide the snideness in his voice.

Kieran looked away and played with a strand of his hair. "I know it's not exactly an impressive set-up. But a friend made a game for me that's pretty fun. Wanna try it?"

"Wait, made for you?"

"Yeah. Her name is Penny. She's a long-distance friend from Paldea, and she's like, super tech-savvy. I told her that this racing game reminded me of a carnival game from my hometown, and, well, she used some photos and tech wizardry to work her magic. It's nothing I understand, but it's pretty cool."

"Dang. Yeah, let's see."

Kieran popped the cartridge into the device and booted it up. The game was a simple race car type of deal that had been altered to make collecting items the objective instead of finishing first. The photos of balloon characters clashed horribly with the cartoonish style of the game, but hey, it was more than Drayton could have done.

Kieran set up a round for them. To none of Drayton's surprise, Kieran was great- almost good enough to keep up with him. He'd pegged Kieran as the type to have spent way too much of his time indoors in front of screens. By the way he was leaning forward in intense determination, he was competitive, too.

The round consisted of three laps. By lap two, Drayton had figured out the system- pop as many balloons as possible and deliver as many berries as you could. They didn't have to be the right ones and there was no benefit to being a team player. He'd lost points thinking there was, but maybe he could catch up.

At the end of the three laps, the points tallied up. They'd tied.

"Wowzers. You're good. And this is your first time! I wasn't expecting that." Kieran looked away, smiling awkwardly. "No offense."

"Well, I had to do something with my time in Unova, so I got pretty good.”

"Huh. I kind of figured that you were like, super popular and always going out, or something."

"Yeah, when I wasn't grounded."

Kieran laughed. "I thought being the grandson of a gym leader would be cool."

"You'd think. Anyhow, after we're done this, let's go to my room and I'll show you what actual video games are like."

"Sure! Can't wait."

The conversation died down as the two focused on a second round.

"Say... since you're so good at this... maybe you could join me for the festival? My grandparents said I could have someone over for it next year."

"Sure," Drayton said absentmindedly as he mashed buttons.

Kieran's face lit up like fireworks. "Oh my gosh, I've never had a friend to invite for this before! Uh, I mean, they've never been able to make it. Don't bail out on me for this, got it?"

It was only then that Drayton realized that he'd agreed to something way outside the requirements of the bet. But whatever. Drayton would find a way to let Kieran down gently later. Probably. He'd see- a festival could be fun and Kieran’s company hadn’t been the worst thing in the world. And there was one promise he would keep tonight, even if it meant leading Kieran into his disaster-zone of a room.

“Ready to play some real games now?”

“You bet.”

-

Friday's lunch hour had finally arrived, and it was time for Crispin to uphold his part of the bet. He and Drayton were sitting at their usual cafeteria table, waiting for the others. Crispin was fidgeting with the buttons on his chef coat, uncharacteristically quiet.

"You know the rules," Drayton reminded him. "No wriggling out this time.”

Crispin nodded. "Well, at least Amarys is on that study date with Carmine, so there'll be less of an audience... Though I guess Kieran will be there since he sits with us every day now... so it's not really better at all, actually."

There was a pause before Crispin turned to Drayton with a competitive gleam in his eye. "Wait. Part of the deal was you had to hang out with Kieran outside of school. Did you?"

"Yup."

"Then prove it!"

"Matter of fact, I can," Dayton said, digging out the cartridge for Ogre Ousting out of his bag and slapping it down on the table. Unbeknowest to the two boys, Lacey and Kieran were approaching them from behind. "Kieran lent me this because he wants us to do the real thing together this Spring when he invites me over for his hometown's little festival. He’s that convinced that we’re friends."

“Wait. You agreed to go to his hometown? It’s starting to sound like you actually like him,” Crispin said, grinning.

Drayton flushed. “No, no, I only said yes to that because I kind of pitied him, ‘kay? I’m gonna find a way to let him down gently. Look, I did everything we agreed on for the bet. Now you gotta take your lumps for yours.”

Lacey dropped her lunch tray on the table, getting the boys’ attention. "You did what for a bet?" she all but yelled. "Manipulating someone into thinking they're your friend? That's not right!" Lacey crossed her arms over herself in her trademark X as she stared daggers at the boys.

“I- I- we didn’t mean to hurt anybody!” Crispin protested. “It was just a punishment for Drayton! He wasn’t supposed to find out!”

“And I just wanted to give this fool the courage to ask you out,” Drayton added. That defence sounded weak to him before he even turned to Kieran, who was holding back tears and looking at Drayton in shocked betrayal.

"Guess I… I guess should've figured..." Kieran managed. Then he turned away and ran.

"Look what you did!" Lacey scolded. "He was finally comfortable enough to hang out with us, and now he probably thinks that me and Amarys are fake friends with him, too. Go apologize right now! And tell him he's still welcome to sit with us."

"Um, okay, but first, for the bet, I have to-” Crispin muttered.

"You’re still talking about the bet? The answer's no until you apologize to Kieran and ask me out properly! Going out after you needed catch someone in the crossfires to just to ask? It's just not-"

Drayton didn't have to be told twice. He got up and ran after Kieran before Lacey could finish her catchphrase and Crispin could respond with, "Wait, so it's yes once I do?"

Kieran was already out of sight, so Drayton started by looking in the most obvious place: Kieran's dorm room.

Drayton stopped in front of Kieran's door and considered his options. He could just go back and tell the others he'd apologized. Kieran was a grudge-holder, so there was a good chance that the others would believe that Kieran was avoiding them in spite of an apology. But Drayton didn't want that. He took a deep breath and raised his fist to knock on the door.

The door opened violently before Drayton had even put his fist down. "What?" Kieran snapped, fists curled as he looked defiantly at Drayton. His puffy-from-crying eyes made the whole thing a whole lot less intimidating, and a boy three years younger and a foot shorter than Drayton wasn't all that scary to him to begin with.

"Hey. I'm sorry about the bet," Drayton started.

Kieran wiped away fresh tears. "Was Amarys in on it? I mean, Lacey wasn't, obviously..."

"It was just me and Crispin. And Crispin doesn't hate you, either. He just thought that being nice to you would be a punishment for me. That’s it.”

“Do you actually pity me that much?”

“If I did, would I have called you ‘ex-champion’ half a million times while your wounds were still fresh? No. I’m actually pretty jealous of you.”

Kieran looked at Drayton like he’d grown a second head. "You're jealous of me?"

"Well... yeah." Drayton took a big breath. "I'm a lazy screw-up. Everyone knows that. And I figure it's just my place, right? It's who I am. But then you come along and go from a nobody to the best trainer in the school in a semester. Yeah, you were killing yourself to do it, but it made me think... if I worked like that, no one would think of me as the lazy screw-up."

"Oh. I didn't know. I'm, uh, sorry about that." Kieran paused. "I'm jealous of you, too."

It didn't surprise Drayton at all that he was on the list of people an awkward, fragile boy with jealousy issues was jealous of, so he opted not to say anything and let Kieran keep talking.

"You don't have to even try to seem like you’re good enough. You just act like you are and you don’t need to do anything to feel like you deserve to. I wish I were like that."

“Heh. Yeah. Anyhow, I shouldn’t have used you for that stupid bet. It was wrong. Can you give me a chance to be your friend, for real this time? I actually do want to come with you to the festival, if you’ll still let me.”

“Well… if you actually want to…” Kieran looked away and played with his hair as he seemed to consider that. “Yeah. Let’s be friends.”

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My Personal Grammy Predictions! (Buckle Up this is a LOOOONG Post!)

Hello hello! Today's blog is about the upcoming Grammy awards! To keep things simple, I took everything I listened to that I think could, should, or should not be nominated for the prestigous award. With that, I separated the music into four categories: "Definitely Grammy Material," music that I see being nominated. "I Would Love To See You Nominated." music that I would really like to see in contention. "Likely Not Nominated," music that I don't see getting nominated for various reasons. And finally, "Not Grammy Material...Sorry," for the music that really kinda missed the mark this season.

Before I start digging deeper into the music of 2022, I have a couple of disclaimers!! 1. These are all my opinion. I ranked these based on both what I think about the music I listen to, and this is all in good fun. Also, these are all the songs/albums I LISTENED to, so if you don't see something you like here, chances are I either didn't listen to it or completely forgot about it! 2. I'm going to be honest 100%. Again, not looking to be a critic here, just figured this would be a fun thing to do! 3. I did NOT count any songs that went to this year's Eurovision Song Contest. While I would like to see those songs nominated, it would make an already long blog longer so I decided not to count them (if you want me to do a follow up on that let me know and I can work on it!).

Okay, now that all the boring stuff is out of the way, let's begin! I'm going to start from the bottom up, so we start with the stuff I don't see being Grammy material to the stuff that's been essentially nominated since release.

Not Grammy Material...Sorry -"Dominion" by Skillet: First off, releasing a single the same night "Red (Taylor's Version)" came out? Not that smart of a move. Now that that's out of the way, this album was far from Skillet's best. I only really liked 2 songs from the 12 track venture, and their final track "White Horse" is a skip, and this is coming from someone who doesn't skip songs. That final track has to be one of their worst songs to date, and really kind of ruins the album, and in my opinion, any chance they would have at nominations. Also, I think the Grammys would have to be insane not to nominate "The Bitter Truth" last year and give "Dominion" nominations this year. However, they aren't extremely likely to even get nominated since their last nomination came with their 2006 album "Comatose" about 16 years ago.

Likely Not Nominated (for various reasons) -"Red (Taylor's Version)" by Taylor Swift: I know, me saying Taylor Swift won't get nominated for a Grammy? Crazy! While I would normally put this in "I Would Love To See You Nominated" because this album was amazing, I doubt Taylor will submit this for Grammy consideration. She didn't with Fearless (Taylor's Version), and I think she will do the same for not just "Red (Taylor's Version)" but any other of her rerecordings. However, if she submits "All Too Well (10 Minute Version)" and "I Bet You Think About Me (feat. Chris Stapleton)" I would not be upset because those are good songs.

-"This Love (Taylor's Version)" by Taylor Swift: Similar to Red (Taylor's Version), I doubt that her rerecording for "This Love" will be even submitted, especially since the album it's on (1989) hasn't been released as a rerecording yet. And since it technically was released before, I doubt it will be tagged for "Best Song For Visual Media" for it's appearance in "The Summer I Turned Pretty."

-"SUPERMODEL" by Maneskin: How does a rock band back up their Eurovision winning song? Well, Maneskin brought forth this song and performed it at the Song Contest in Turin, releasing it not long before that. It's a catchy song, and while it could score some nominations, the only reason I don't is that it took the Grammys almost 50 years to nominate ABBA and I'm kinda salty about that as a Eurofan.

-"Viva Las Vengeance" by Panic! At The Disco: This album is not as bad as some people were saying, but it also isn't as good as other people make it sound. And while there are some songs that really shine (see, "Don't Let The Light Go Out"), some songs miss the mark just a little bit, but not enough to be a skip (see, "Star Spangled Banger"). I could see songs like DLTLGO and lead single "Viva Las Vengeance" getting something in the song categories, but don't be surprised if they don't.

I Would Love To See You Nominated -"Silhouette" by Gjon's Tears: The first new song I was given in 2022 was this charmer right here. As the follow-up track to his 3rd place, jury winning, Eurovision song "Tout l'univers" I would not be surprised if there were eyes on Gjon as the anticipation for what's next for him came up. And he did NOT disappoint! The song is so beautiful and definitely is a frontrunner for my Spotify Wrapped. So with all this praise, why isn't it in "Definitely Should Be Grammy Material?" Because I know the Grammys will gloss RIGHT over this masterpiece. I would love to see it nominated, though and someone may need to hold me down if it actually does! And if he wins….oh boy….

-"The Foundations Of Decay" by My Chemical Romance: Never in my time being an MCR fan did I expect them to get back together to tour, much less to make and release a WHOLE NEW SONG! This song gives off a similar energy and sound as their first album, but with a cleaner sound. It all makes sense since they are on tour, and said first album did turn 20 in July. It would be appropriate for the Grammys to give them something as more of an appreciation of their work with this song. It would be their first Grammy nomination in the music categories, and not for packaging (like come on!).

-"Love Hurts" by Amy Lee and Dave Stewart: This is right on the line of "I Would Love To See You Nominated" and "Likely Not Nominated." Since it was a cover song, it may not count toward Grammys, but it plays out more like a remake so I feel it should count. It packs a punch every time I listen to it, and it feels like the first time I listen to it every time.

Definitely Grammy Material -"30" by Adele: Aside from the fact that her last two albums, "21" and "25" won Album of the Year, this album definitely shows that she still has it. From lead single "Easy On Me" to other single "Oh My God" showing what the album would hold to a new fan, she has other great songs in the album (See "My Little Love" for example). I don't just think Adele could get nominated, but she could take home AOTY for her third album in a row.

-"Carolina" by Taylor Swift: If a song for a movie gets Oscar talk weeks after its release, you know it kinda has to be Grammy Nominated as well. Taylor brought a piece that's haunting to fit the movie "Where The Crawdads Sing" so keep your eyes on this song as Grammy season gets closer.

-"Guitar Songs" by Billie Eilish: Billie and her brother gave all of their fans a shock when they released their two song EP "Guitar Songs" and both songs hold their own weight and could be nominated for some of the song categories. "TV" is amazing and melancholic and the fans singing at the end was a lovely touch. And I could go on for hours about the bridge to the hauntingly beautiful "The 30th."

Well, that should do it! Hope you enjoyed this piece (albeit long), and that you have your own input!!!

#music #grammys #writers #esc #eurovision song contest

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Make Me (NSFW) - Viktor x F!Reader

This is the fic for the Anon who asked about y/n slowly teasing Viktor to convince him to stop working. I did not expect this to go to 4k words but here we are, and it is straight up pwp, it's basically one massively long sex scene...so obviously NSFW under the cut

Rating: Explicit

Words: 4k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Sexual tension, y/n giving Viktor a taste of his own medicine, Viktor getting his revenge

Viktor was the textbook definition of a workaholic, he was obsessive with it, entirely consumed by it, pulling him away from his work was kind of like trying to get a toddler to eat their vegetables, difficult and frustrating and required some creativity to be done successfully. Right now you were currently dealing with this conundrum, because you were pretty sure if Viktor drank anymore coffee he was going to spontaneously combust and you've been watching him work for hours, as you sat in Jayce's, who'd had the common sense call it a night hours ago, chair, at his desk twirling a pencil between your fingers, watching the man who had somehow under some extraordinary turn of luck, made you fall in love with him.

You and Viktor had an... interesting... relationship. Were you dating? No. Were you fucking him? Also no. Had you even kissed him? A very frustrating...no. However, it wasn’t due to either of you being reluctant for it, you both wanted it, you could see it every time he touched you, every time he leaned down to whisper in your ear something that certainly could have been said aloud, or every time his gaze landed on you and you sometimes saw that hunger behind his eyes, the type of hunger that made you skin feel like it was burning and sent sparks up your spine. You knew he saw it every time you played with his tie, just to make him look at you, the way you purposefully wore something a little more revealing than necessary if you knew it was just going to be the two of you, the way you liked to invade his personal space sometimes, just to let him feel your body heat. It was a fun little game, and a game you were determined not to lose, because you and Viktor had several similarities, and one of the biggest being that you were both ridiculously stubborn. As you watched him work, watched him drive himself to caffein induced insanity, there was a plan forming in your mind, a plan to break him down and win the game. Remember all of those things you said you hadn't done with Viktor yet, well if you had your way, and you played him just right, like you knew you could, they'd all be happening tonight.

Because the best way to pull Viktor away from his obsessions, was to give him a new one.

You sighed loudly, stretching up until you felt your back pop, maybe making a noise that was a little more suggestive than it really needed to be; Viktor wouldn't look at you, he never did, but he'd be listening, he always was. You glanced over to him, making sure you had his attention, his eyes never moved to you, but his grip on his pen grew just a little bit tighter, his handwriting getting a little slower as he wrote his notes and observations from the day, his focus was on you. Satisfaction bloomed in your chest at how easy it had become to distract him, that he let you distract him. You slowly stood from your chair, taking you time as you strolled over to the door of the lab, maybe he thought you were going to leave, let him work in peace... he should know you better than that by now. The sound of the lock latching was loud in the silence of the room, and you were willing to bet if you'd been facing him, you would have seen the flinch of his shoulders at the sound. You weren’t being subtle, you'd been playing this game for months, circling each other like a predator stalking its prey, now it was time for one of you to pounce, who it would be was yet to be determined.

Your walk to where Viktor was sat was relaxed, patient despite the thrumming in your veins, the thought of finally making him lose his composure igniting the heat in your abdomen, making him give into the urges you knew he had, you were going to drive him just to the brink of insanity, tease and tempt him until he broke, or you couldn't take it anymore and begged him to take you. You thought about it as you approached, the idea of begging him to fuck you right there, against the desk, maybe that would be a tactic for next time.

You let your fingers glide from one of his shoulders to the next, slow, and patient, just a ghost of a touch, but enough that you could feel when he tensed under your fingertips. Finally, you placed a hand flat on either shoulder, squeezing slightly, a stark contrast to your previous touch.

"It's late." You whispered, leaning down so that your breath cascaded over the shell of his ear, you looked to where he was writing, his handwriting was always so neat, so organized, so when you saw the slight unsteadiness of the letters, you felt pride at knowing you'd caused it. "You've been at this since this morning, don't you think it's time for a break?"

"I'm not tired yet." Of course, he wasn't.

"Probably because you've drank enough coffee to fuel 4 people." You quipped.

"Then all the more energy to spend on working." You hoped he'd say something like that, let the games begin.

"Or" You started, letting your hands drift from his shoulders to his chest, one of them coming to pluck his tie from where it was tucked into his waistcoat, playing with the end of it, twirling it between your fingers, fingers that would much rather be wrapped around something else right now. "You could use that energy for something else."

"Hmm, and what would that be?" He still hadn't turned to look at you, his hand still working the pen on the parchment before him, but you heard the hint of breathlessness in his voice, you were affecting him.

"Put the pen down and find out." Your voice held promises, hints at just what you had planned. You saw the cogs turning in his mind as he thought about your request, then you heard him take a deep breath before his grip on his pen tightened.

"You'll have to try harder than that." The words fanned the flames inside of you, made them roar with want. He'd just issued a challenge, a challenge of 'make me.' And make him you would. You hummed against his ear, making sure he could feel your breath on his skin, you leaned even closer, grazing your lips against the shell of his ear as you spoke.

“Okay.” You were throbbing for him, your arousal driving you nearly to madness, but you were not going to be the one to break, you let Viktor have the upper hand way to often, it was time to flip the roles, you had a new goal, you didn’t just want to break him, you wanted to make him beg. The thought alone, of him desperate for your touch, coming undone with just half the teasing he inflicted upon you every single day, it had you squeezing your thighs together, trying to achieve any kind of friction.

You pressed your lips to the skin of his neck, just under his ear, nothing too intense, but you heard his slight gasp and it just spurred you on, doing it again and again as you placed kisses down his throat, soft and gentle, but equally devastating and agonizingly slow. You’d never been this forward with Viktor before, sure you flirted with him, made suggestive remarks, openly admired him, but never had you been this direct, and right now, as you kissed back up his neck to suck harshly under his jaw, you didn’t know why you hadn’t tried it sooner. You craved his lips, wanted to kiss him for real, let him shove his tongue in your mouth and taste him, but that would be giving in, he would win the game, and you were not about to let that happen.

You let your hands drift lower, bypassing the buttons of his waistcoat and dragging down his stomach until your fingers came to rest on his belt, toying your fingers around the metal clasp, let the backs of your fingers brush against the obvious bulge in his pants, something you got great satisfaction from being the one to cause it. You pulled your hand away, trailing it back up his torso slowly.

“(y/n).” His voice was close to a growl, it was a warning, of what, you could only imagine. His hand paused its writing, but he was still holding the pen, the game was not yet over.

“Yes, Viktor?” You asked sweetly, placing a kiss on his temple, then his cheek, then back down the bruise you’d sucked under his jaw, flattening your tongue against it, feeling his staggered breath under your palms which still rested flat on his chest.

“What are you doing?” He still refused to look at you, you had a feeling that was for his own self-control and not a desire to continue his work. His eyes were glued to his notes, like they held the secrets to his relief, they did, he just had to close them, put his pen down and you’d give him what he wanted, sink to your knees before him and take him down your throat, let him fuck you against the table, maybe ride him in this chair, but he had to concede. Admit defeat and submit. Of course, you knew he’d return the favor quickly, Viktor’s favorite thing to do was tease you, and you had a feeling that once this night was over, he’d be the one to flip the tables, force you to beg, tease you until you were shaking and desperate, and you couldn’t wait.

“Playing.” Your whisper was right against his ear at the same time you popped the first button of his waistcoat open.

“You’re cheating.” His voice was just as low as yours, you looked up to see his eyes closed, his control was wearing thin, it wouldn’t be long now.

“No,” You breathed. “I just changed the rules.” With that you abandoned the buttons of his waistcoat and planted your hand directly over his clothed cock, ripping a startled gasp from him, his pen nearly falling from his fingers before he grasped it tighter, so tight you though it might snap in half. His other hand was gripping the arm of the chair, his knuckles were white, and you thought about just how much you’d like that grip to be around your hips. “And it seems like you like it.” Viktor breathed in deeply, trying to collect himself.

“You act as if,” Viktor paused in his words as you stroked your hand up and down over his cock, feeling him grow harder under you touch. “You’re not driving yourself to insanity at the same time.” The last bit was through gritted teeth, and you smiled against his throat when you placed another kiss there. He was trying so hard to maintain his upper hand, fighting his desire to submit to you with his desire to make you bend to him. And you would… preferably over the desk after you broke his resolve. You had an idea, fighting fire with fire didn’t work, and neither did fighting dominance with dominance, but you’ve never been much of a dominant, but you were a hell of fucking brat.

“Oh, I’m not pretending anything,” You started as you began to undo his belt, slowly and methodically as you breathed against his ear, you were breathless, your desire overwhelming your senses. “You wanna know a secret?”

“Hmm?” He hummed. The hand that was holding his pen was trembling, fighting for composure. You were about to strike the finishing blow, you had him right where you wanted him, right on the precipice of desperation, his seemingly impenetrable mask of self-control cracking piece by piece.

You got really close to his ear this time, made sure he could feel every word that came out of your mouth, barely louder than a breath. “I’ve been soaked for hours, just sitting there, watching you, planning just what I wanted to do to you, thinking of all the things you could do to me.”

“(y/n).” His voice was trembling, hushed. One more push and it would be over.

“Just one word,” You slipped your hand under his trousers, palming him over his underwear, his cock was searing to the touch, even through the thin fabric. “Just that one word, just one, put that pen down for the night, say that one word, and I’ll give you everything you want.”

“(y/n)” This time his voice almost sounded like a plea, but it still wasn’t quite right.

“Try again.” You squeezed him, felt his size in your hand, and you couldn’t hold in the moan you let out when you realized just how big he was. Fuck if he didn’t break right now you were going to, you were going to pull him out and ride him until you couldn’t think anymore. It was silent for a long moment, a battle of wills, until finally you heard the tap of his pen falling against the desk, loud in the otherwise quiet room. The word barely crossed his lips, just a whisper, a ghost of a breath, but you heard it.

“Please.”

That’s all you needed, you were in front of him in an instant, climbing onto his lap, crashing your lips against his in a desperate uncoordinated kiss, you let him shove his tongue into your mouth, moaned when his hands gripped the backs of your thighs and dragged you to grind against his clothed cock, providing the perfect friction over your soaked panties under your skirt, ripping a needy moan from your lips, which he gratefully swallowed. Your fingers found themselves tangled in his hair as you rolled your hips, broken moans escaping the both of you. You thought you might cum from just this, desperate rutting, you were so worked up it wouldn’t have surprised you, but apparently Viktor had other plans. He gripped your hips and pulled you off of him, you saw the smile on his lips at your whine.

“Patience, my dear.” He whispered to you, his voice breathless, but steady, his self-control apparently revived.

“I’ve been patient.” You argued.

“No, you’ve been a brat.” His reprimand was stern as he made eye contact with you. He reached behind you, picking up his notes and closing them, tossing them to some other part of the desk. “Stand up.” He ordered, and you obeyed, pulling yourself off of his lap and standing before him, placing your hands onto the desk behind you to steady your weak knees. His hands came up to hold your hips, slipping under your shirt and dragging up your sides, pulling the fabric up with it, teasing the edge of your bra. You understood what he was trying to tell you and pulled the shirt off in one fluid motion, tossing it to the side, your skin was hot and flushed, you were trembling under his touch, gentle and deliberate, grazing over your ribs before circling around and making quick work of the clasp of your bra. You let the garment fall to the floor, sucked in a breath as his hands came back around to your front, his thumbs grazing over your peaked nipples, teasing you, but only for a moment before he was dragging his fingers down your torso again, over your ribs, down your stomach, until they came to rest at the waistband of your skirt, popping open the single button that kept it fastened, dragging the garment down your legs and to the floor, where you promptly stepped out of it. His next demand had you trembling, all of the bravado you’d had early melting away. “On the desk.” He ordered.

You hoisted yourself onto the desk, his hands coming to grip the underside of either of your thighs, lifting them and forcing you to lean back, resting on your elbows, legs spread wide, just a thin piece of cloth keeping you from being completely exposed to him. It was now that he truly sat back and looked at you, nearly nude, laid back on his desk, presented to him like you were a feast. He pulled his chair closer to the desk and by proxy closer to you, his fingertips ghosting down the insides of your thighs, smirking at your startled jilt. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the inside of your thigh, sucking a bruise into your skin, before doing it again, slightly closer to where you were desperate for him.

“Did you enjoy your game?” He asked, breath ghosting over your skin, as he continued his slow pace to your core. You nodded, the only thing you thought you could do right now. “Such a mouth earlier and now you’re silent?” He sounded amused, he probably was, if there was one weapon Viktor knew how to wield, it was control. You sucked in a breath when you felt his fingers grazing over you clothed cunt, feeling the wetness soaking through your panties. “Do you usually get this wet when you’re alone with me?” He chuckled, and you felt some of your bravado come back, fueled by sexual frustration that had been building for months.

“I get this wet just thinking about you.” You confessed, and his fingers halted over you, you cast a glance to him and met his eyes, flashing him the slightest smirk, the look in his eyes was wolfish.

“Minx.” He said before hooking his fingers under the waistband of your panties and pulling them down your legs, dragging them off of you and tossing them somewhere you didn’t know, nor did you care, because as soon as they were off of you, his teasing fingers were replaced with his tongue, ripping a broken moan from your throat. He sucked hard on your clit, pushing your thighs further apart to expose more of you to his mouth. His tongue pushing inside of you before he came back to abuse your swollen clit, you were approaching the edge fast, tumbling really, as his name coated your lips. Two fingers pushed inside of you roughly, curling up before pulling out, just to slam right back into you, this time hitting that perfect spot inside of you, scissoring inside of you, making sure you were properly prepared before he fucked you.

“Viktor,” You panted, you weren’t even sure what you were going to say, you mind too foggy, the spring in your core getting ready to snap as he worked you with his sinful tongue and dexterous fingers. “Viktor!” You shouted as the spring snapped, your orgasm crashing into you, ripping the air from your lungs. He worked you through it, slowed down his assault as you started to come down, the white-hot pleasure fading, turning into a low buzz under your skin. He pulled away just as the oversensitivity started, pulling his fingers from your heat, and kissing up your thighs. You sat there for a minute, just catching your breath, when you looked back at Viktor, he’d gone back to resting back in his chair again. You glanced down between his legs, where he was still very much hard, something you were determined to fix. You sat up on the desk, cautiously lowering yourself onto the ground, fearing your knees would give out, before lowering yourself back down onto his lap, wrapping your hands around his neck, pulling him forward and connecting your lips once more. This kiss was less rushed than before, pushing your tongue into his mouth, savoring the taste of him that you’d been waiting for for so long. His hands came to rest on your bare waist, gently scratching his fingernails over your skin, pulling your closer, pressing your bare chest against his clothed one. Your hands came down to undo his tie, pulling it from his neck, tossing it to the side before unbuttoning the rest of the waistcoat, helping him pull it off, by the time it was on the floor you were getting impatient again, and by the feeling of him starting to roll his hips against yours again, so was he. You yanked open the buttons of his shirt, raking your fingers down his exposed chest, pulling a beautiful sigh from his lips. You ripped the already unbuckled belt from his hips and threw it somewhere, you’re not sure where, before properly unbuttoning his pants and shifting them down his hips, just enough to free his cock, swollen and hard, precum already leaking from it with how worked up you’d gotten him. You kissed him again as you wrapped your fingers around him, pumping slowly, deliberately, memorizing every sound he made, every gasp against your lips, every moan every keen, you passed your thumb over the tip of his cock, feeling him shudder beneath you, you did it again, smiling at his whine, before his hand came to wrap around your wrist, stopping your movements.

“(y/n).” He warned, a warning of what, you were unsure, but you decided to have mercy on him, you’d already played your game… well for tonight, anyway. You wasted no time lining him up with your entrance, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to stead yourself as you sank down, feeling him fill you inch by beautiful inch. You moan was silent as he stretched you, his hands coming up to support your hips as you finally lowered all the way down, breathing into his shoulder. The hand you’d had on his cock dragged up his front, coming to meet your other one wrapped around his neck as you lifted yourself again, before dropping back down, moaning from the sound of his gasp in your ear alone. Your pace didn’t stay slow though, his hands gripping your hips, helping to pull you up and nearly off before slamming you back down, it didn’t take long until you were keening against his lips as he kissed you again. You’d never felt this full before, you knew you were ruined for anyone else, you wanted him, and only him. His lips found your throat as you fucked yourself on his cock, sucking dark bruises under your jaw, similar to the ones you put on him, he bucked up into you and rammed into that wonderful spot, pulling a wail from your throat, burying your face in his neck as he did it again. You were approaching the edge again, feeling him fill you over and over again, and with the way he was clutching you, pulling you closer, he was too. The thought of him cumming inside you was what did it, you tensed around him as your climax hit you again, muffling your moans into his shoulder as he clutched your waist, pulling you as close as he could get you before his pace staggered, a moan falling from his lips when you clenched around him. You crashed your lips against his as you felt him come, rolling your hips to draw it out as long as you could. Your throat hurt from moaning, and you were sore from the position, but it was so incredibly worth it as you felt him relax against you.

“Bedtime.” You said against his neck.

“I still have work to do, (y/n)-“

“Bedtime!”

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Could you share some of your pre-scarlet rot Radahn HCs with us? Idk if you write for him but I’ve been thinking about him a lot lately, so maybe some fluff or general romance HCs would help with the brain rot <33

I have written a little fic about Radahn and an OC before but it is... very much Not Happy (please mind the content warning) so lemme go ahead and write some happy headcanons!

Radahn With An S/O: Headcanons

Cuddles? Hugs? Snuggles? Oh, Radahn has his partner covered; he's a very physically affectionate person, and he'll take any opportunity he can get.

He's not one to be shy about PDA either; he won't go overboard if there are other people around, of course, but he'll still wrap an arm around his partner or hold them close.

(Of course, he'd tome it down if he was asked, though. Partner's comfort and happiness are his number one priority; he wouldn't do anything they're uncomfortable with.)

Kisses from Radahn are full-on, firm but not overly rough; he wraps his arms around his lover's waist, bends or kneels so that he can reach their lips or simply lifts them up in his strong arms, presses their lips together hard enough to take his partner's breath away.

He's a warrior, and honestly, he's gonna wrestle with his partner (affectionately.) Of course, he tones it down depending on his partner's level of strength; he'd never hurt them!

If his partner has any interest in battling, he delights in sparring with them, or depending on their skill level, teaching them magic or swordfighting.

(If they're up for it, he'll make little bets with them: if they win, he'll do whatever they want, and vice versa. It can definitely lead to some fun situations!)

He's very protective. If his partner isn't a fighter themself, he'll do everything he can to keep them safe... even when they don't really need kept safe. (He can't help himself, he just wants them to be okay...)

And if he thinks his partner is in danger, thinks they're in any trouble at all, he's more than ready to go to war for them. Anyone who would harm his love will know the wrath of General Radahn!

(...he can be immediately soothed from these rather dramatic rants by a little kiss on the lips from his partner; he immediately gazes at them with soft eyes, holding them close and kissing their forehead and becoming distracted—)

Even when he's had a long day, he'll pamper his partner, wanting to spoil them in kisses and shoulder rubs as he asks how their day was and how they're doing...

He'll let them reciprocate if they ask, let them take care of him too, but it can take some convincing. He's usually the one taking care of others; being taken care of takes some getting used to!

...however... he does really, really like having his long red locks played with, brushed, and braided. He could easily be lulled to sleep solely by his partner's fingers stroking through his hair.

He's grateful for them; always grateful. He's very vocal about his love for his partner, telling them he loves them multiple times a day, always doing so before they go to sleep at night.

One of his favourite things is to go horse riding with his partner; their arms wrapped around his frame as they ride through the more scenic areas of the Lands Between.

Getting married to Radahn would be a spectacle. The entirety of Redmane Castle would be decorated in its finest, so many people invited to take part in the celebration; he would make sure his partner had whatever they wanted, could wear whatever they wanted, the works.

Speaking of celebrations; this man can absolutely party, and party hard. He can drink most people under the table and heartily laugh it off as though it's nothing.

...drunk Radahn is absolutely adorable though; extra cuddly, even more full of jokes than usual, slurring his way through telling the nearest person how much he adores his partner.

If he and his partner have or adopt a child... he's going to want to name said child Leonard if it's a boy or Leona if it's a girl, honestly. He's not unreasonable though, it can be discussed, but... it's definitely something he'd like a lot.

In general, Radahn's a fun and good-natured person, and this extends into his romantic relationships too; he'll always delight in making the one he loves smile, because there's no sight more beautiful to him.

They'll always be taken care of, always have everything they could ask for, and always be his priority; they won't go feeling unloved.

And thanks to their actions, their kindness, their affection and their genuine love... he feels more loved than he's ever felt before in his long life, too.

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