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[♔] - “Congratulations on your winning bid, sir.” 

(jaydickweek day 3 - restraints. microdrabble with implied sidepairing(s?) below)

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if it keeps on raining, levee's gonna break

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i heard you like halston mommy kink. WELL. do i have something for you, sir.

Mommy gets mad when he comes home and Anakin isn’t there to greet him by the door. He gets mad when Anakin is late, when Anakin hasn’t washed himself for days but expects to be invited to his bed, when Anakin comes too soon or fucks too slow, when Anakin is not the perfect well-trained boy he had plucked from obscurity and shaped into the promising young man that he is now, with a bank account and a college degree, and his own car that he drives around the city with the windows down so that everyone who thought he might never amount to anything could see him now.

Anakin’s new life affords him luxuries, but there are also rules he has to live by. Mommy says it’s how he became a self-made man himself: through hard work and discipline, and now he reaps the rewards of a whole life spent toiling. Now he has Anakin to rub his feet at home, and massage his aching shoulders.  Anakin knows how mommy likes to be fucked, on his back, with his knees pinned up his chest, because face to face is more intimate and he likes to stroke Anakin’s cheek and call him his good boy when Anakin is pressed to the hilt and holding himself still, trying not to fuck mommy rough and fast because he knows he’d blow his load too soon otherwise. 

Mommy has taught him everything he knows: he bought him clothes, and dressed him so Anakin didn’t look like a vagrant, walking around in hole-ridden shirts and shoes that have seen better days. He would sit on Anakin, just sit on him, fitting their bodies like lock and key, instructing him to calm his mind, teaching him how to breathe, and breathing along with him, though his meditation techniques only made Anakin burn hotter with the desire to flip him over on his back and fuck him. 

Sometimes mommy would have Anakin kneel on the floor, at his feet, worshipping him with his mouth, if Anakin did something bad like drink straight out of the milk carton or forget to do the washing up, or was late to a dinner date because he couldn’t find parking. Anakin would write his apology with his tongue, mapping every inch of him from ankle to thigh, while mommy made appreciative noises and smoked his cigarette with a smile, opening his legs up for him so Anakin could see how hard Anakin made him.  

Anakin had not sucked cock until he met mommy. Back then mommy was simply called Ben, and they didn’t have all these complicated rules. Anakin was eighteen, cruising the bars for a quick fuck, and Ben had been a means to an end: he scratched the itch, was looking for a young man to pass the time with, sitting there in the dark nursing a gin and tonic, looking as morose as Anakin preferred his men. And Ben liked taking it up the ass, which was perfect, though he had a weird rule about sucking cock. Prim, and proper, until you plied him with enough drinks and he was prostrating himself on all fours like a cat in heat, begging for Anakin to make him come like that—but you would have to get him even drunker, or put a gun to his head before he ever put his mouth on Anakin. He never said why: something about hygiene, Anakin wasn’t sure, though he had no compunction kissing Anakin on the mouth seconds after Anakin had slurped come from his ass. 

Ben preferred being acted on, which was why Anakin often did most of the work. He didn’t mind it, minus sometimes the cock-sucking, which he was still getting used to, though after nearly four years of practice, he was getting better and had refined his technique: licking and lapping at the hang of Ben’s balls, nuzzling his taint until his thighs twitched farther apart and his breath hitched a lovely cadence. 

Ben—mommy— likes to wear his damn robe all the time. As if it even mattered: he was completely naked underneath. He walked around the house in the robe, going about his day: doing his taxes, taking calls in the living room—he was the only person Anakin knew who still owned a phone—and occasionally he’d let Anakin slide his fingers up the hem to fondle him, or Anakin would shove his face under there and kiss his trembling thighs, running his fingers up and down the coarse hair furring his legs.   

The robe would end up on the floor before the night was over, sometimes in shreds depending on how eager Anakin felt that day. Those first few semesters in college were the worst, because they were apart for months at a time. Ben would fly to see him during break, book them a hotel for the weekend where they spent hours fucking on every flat surface: the bed, the minibar, the clawfoot tub. It was around that time Anakin had started calling Ben mommy. It just made sense, when Ben got him everything, fulfilling both need and want: a roof over his head, an education, a warm hole to put his cock. He was mommy when he was mad, his face creased in frustration, fury writ in every line of his face. Mommy when he had leapt in happiness after finding out Anakin had finished at the top of his class. Mommy when he sat on his favourite chair with his legs unfolding like the pages of a book, showing Anakin where he wanted him, and needed him, where Anakin would be held, loved, and cradled, where he would always be welcomed: home.

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Stone House Tenuta di Murlo, Umbria, Italy

© Tenuta di Murlo

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I don't think he exists anymore. He died about the same time as your father.

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some drawings

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So when Earth gets its own permanent superstorm like Jupiter’s Great Red Spot and it makes it so the tropics are basically no longer habitable by humans is it going to have one of these random old-person hurricane names

How fucked up would it be if they chose your first name for that storm

Like you’d pretty much have to change it, right? The storm’s not going away and keeping your name would be in pretty poor taste, I’d think

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madara is a bad uncle (and an even worse babysitter)

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its only acting~🤭

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Behind the curtains sat a woman, her long raven hair twisted in a loose bun, her neck slender and white, with a black choker and a thin silver chain circled around. Her robe was half-stripped, revealing her snow-white shoulder and a small bit of her back. It looked as if it was about to drape and fall, making one’s face burn and heart race.

When the curtains were pulled, the figure of that woman trembled; she covered her face with her sleeves and whimpered softly, as if she was shocked and terrified by such a sudden and brutish act.

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coming soon to an AO3 near you, lol depends on your opinion of what ‘soon’ is

2ha AU:

Age flip. Younger CWN and older Mo Ran

Chu Wanning can’t stand the inane chatter of the kids around him. College this college that.

“Hey Wanning what college you wanna go to?”

“Have you maybe thought that not everybody wants to go to college?”

“Oh.”

Whenever he gets home his dad is always harping him on his college years with the military academy and how they were the best years of his life. And his mom isn’t too much help either, being an art professor.

He doesn’t want to go to college. Even if he does want to be an engineer. He’d give it all up if he could just see the farmer down the road every day.

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CWN doesn’t want to go to college because he fell in love with physicist farmer Mo Ran when he turned 15 and never looked back.

Ft. 18 year old CWN and 28 year old Mo Ran who makes farming equipment better with his physics degree lol

#erha #2ha #ranwan

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2ha AU

(Another one bc I’m a ho)

ft. placenegineerintraining!CWN twins!MoRan(0.5 and 2.0)

sameage!RanWan

Chu Wanning is brought into the palace at a young age where he befriends Mo Ran 0.5 without knowing he’s a prince.  His mother dies and they never see each other again, but Mo Ran gege has kept him in his heart.  Skip to when they’re older and CWN is to be freed from his contract to work for the palace, but Shimei gets sick and he has to take the night shift guard by the library for him.  Meets Mo Ran 2.0 there and Mo Ran 2.0 is like love at first sight, but doesn’t know that is CWN bc he’s in disguise.  Ensue manhunt for him, but they end up thinking it’s Shimei.  Shimei takes CWN in as his personal servant to keep his mouth shut.  Slowly they both realize that Shimei is not the person they’re looking for and it’s actually CWN.

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totally based off the palace by Anzi Pan 

#erha #2ha #ranwan #chu wanning #mo ran 0.5 #mo ran 2.0

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Genshin Delivery event (Aether’s side and Lumine’s side) 

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happy monday