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naancydrew · 9 months ago
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“I never really suspected you.” “How kind of you,”
i read @the-blue-phantom 's nancy/deirdre fic and it totally didnt rewrite my brain .....not at all
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geryone · 7 months ago
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The Dogs, Noah Ross
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ilostyou · 2 years ago
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— lover of mine, 5 seconds of summer
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heros-shade-fanclub · 5 months ago
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i've always adhered to the idea that termina isn't a real place but rather a representation of link himself. and it makes me unwell if i think about it too much. to be quite honest with you
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astrobei · 25 days ago
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just watched the hannibal finale with haven. no one fucking talk to me for 15-20 business days PLEASE
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james-spooky · 1 month ago
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this is a test
#i’m bored i just wanna see how many words i can put in the tags like will it just keep going on forever or will they stop me like i know th#the tag limit is 30 ok so the iindividual tag limit is 140 characters that’s actually so rude i wanted to keep going forever and see how lo#g this could be but i guess we can do this 30 times ok what the flip should i talk about hm i was playing the guitar today but i rage quit#ause the song was hard and hurting my fingers! ermmmmm it was sunny ok this is boring let’s think of more exciting things to type hmmm acco#ding to all known laws of aviation- jk i’m not doing the bee movie script but can you imagine i think that would be funny hmmmmm words i lo#e podcasts so bad that’s a fact no one has ever know before my blog definitely isn’t all about audio dramas the people are definitely not a#ready aware of this jesus christ this is only the seventh one of these this is actually quite a lot of space i underestimated how much i ha#e to type btw there’s probably spelling mistakes in here somewhere or autocorrect has been annoying but i cba to retype anything so i don’t#care lolllllllllllll how do you feel about oscar malevolent i feel a normal amount actually (lie) yk what i really miss sam and colin alrea#y like i’m actually not okay i really hope we hear from sam again in s2 and also colin ngl i hope ur in the computers soz or not dead miss#im like a bastard my paranoid it king ok erm im running out of things to say um heartstopper s3 was crazy good i cried lmao i love gay peop#e so much it’s crazy i hope it gets renewed for s4 i need to reread the comics lowkey and the books they’re all so talented for being so yo#ng it scares me ngl !!!!!! the tmagp hiatus is getting to me slightly like february in reality is soon and not that far away for how podcas#ts go but seriously how am i supposed to live until then without knowing what happened. please colin be alive. ive only just realised i can#use fills stops. sorry that’s made everything a bit messy. i should’ve been doing this before. whoops. anyways. hi mutuals i love you all s#much i hope you enjoy my rambles and shitposts cause i enjoy yours very much! never think you’re being annoying i literally don’t care be a#annoying as you want posts as much as you want i am ur biggest fan <3 im getting a bit fatigued from typing like my mind is blank basically#now it’s just turned into a. stream of consciousness but i don’t really have any thoughts to put here idk if we’re halfway ermmmm omg it’s#lmost halloween how crazy is that time is flying by i kinda forgot it was october lmao. it’s wild how it’s basically almost christmas. like#what. that’s illegal. how is it wintertime again. what the flip. i miss summer already take me backkkkkkk. i hope my phone doesn’t crash or#smth cause i’ve not saved this as a draft and i cba to do any of this again. maybe i should save it. ok i will when i reach the next tag bc#ok it stopped me but i’ve saved it and holy jesus it’s a lot of text im just sat here giggling there’s really no point to any of this other#than me being bored sooooooooooooooooo (imagine if i just did the letter o for every character wouldn’t that be crazy) so wait there’s 140#haracters and 30 tags so what’s 30 x 140. someone hurry. i haven’t done maths lessons in two and a half years i’ve forgotten everything wai#let me get the calculator app ok im back it said 4100 characters so. i dont know how many words that roughly is but its. a decent amount. o#what the flip why am i wasting tag space with maths. i hate maths. my screen time has been actually soooooooooo bad recently like damn some#one put my phone in a block of ice please joshua gillespie style. my mind is running out of things to say. do i talk about myself. im james#im 18 which is weird cause wdym im an adult go away. ive run out of facts. i love podcasts and procedural dramas that stupid firefighter sh#w is my life unfortunately. i think chappell roan should be the queen of england instead of king charles. i dont like having a king cause#ho needs men in power not me. ok um this is the last tag equal rights for all. yolo. the time will pass anyways! thank u boredom ok bye gn:
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stormyoceans · 3 months ago
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aemiron-main · 2 years ago
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will being VERY directly parallled to both radagast and saruman with the events of s2 and hopper going to the tunnels and will saving him being identical to smthn that happens w radagast and gandalf (gandalf being hopper) makes me insane. the castle byers password being radagast. radagast and saruman. out of all the characters for will to be paralleled to, you chose Those Two. the choice to parallel will to two characters who are often at odds with eachother and just w radagast and saruman’s whole dynamic and how that might tie into my ‘warm will vs cool will’ theory abt wills vanishing and just AGH. 
dont even get me started on will and rabbit imagery vs radagast and rabbit imagery and radagast’s connection to mirkwood (yknow the nickname of the place where WILL VANISHED) 
and ffs even will being gay ties to saruman. will and his rainbow ship/rainbow gay imagery and saruman shedding his previous title to take on the title ’Saruman of Many Colours’.
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aroanthy · 10 months ago
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i’ll (probably) never make the amv bc it’s a bit tenuous, but this specific part of song for the other kurt exclusively makes me think of saionji nowadays and it’s a real problem. tbh every single lc! song that’s even vaguely pathetic in its earnestness (a lot of them) makes me think of saionji but like this especially
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samaspic31 · 2 years ago
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what he says: i’m fine
what he means: the first despicable me movie was explicitly about gru and his daughters becoming an unconventional family unit and fighting overwhelming odds AND their own fears in order to remain with each without without sacrificing anyone’s freedom and individuality as cishet nuclear family structure usually requires. Right ? Right. And then you have the sequel that uncritically considers gru being a single parent as something to fix, has gru suffering under amatonormativity, never once questioning the asssumption he should have a partner to feel complete, and by the end, that family is as close to the epitome of the hegemonic stereotype of a patriarchal family as it can get with adopted children, thanks to heterosexual marriage, yay, and that’s without even talking about the capitalistic implications in the despicable me universe -
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keroinnie · 6 months ago
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i am totally fine and normal about the hd w korea pics and the damiani event im totally fine and normal i do not feel even a little bit insane about anything everything is perfectly fine
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yamikawas · 2 years ago
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yoomtah! is! coming! for! you! she just need to get more rope first <3
WELL IF THIS ASK IS IMPLYING WHAT I HOPE ITS IMPLYING I DONT MIND WAITING AS LONG AS SHE PLANS TO KEEP ME AND LOVE ME FOREVER EHEHEE<3<3<3<<33<3<<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<33<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3333<3<3<3<<<3<3
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#AND WHAT I HOPE ITS IMPLYING IS YOOMTAH KIDNAPPING ME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE P#JUST NORMALGIRL THINGS THINKING ABT MY GF KIDNAPPING ME MAKES ME ALL SMILEY AND MY HEART ALL MELTY ITS NORMAL I PROMY<3#WHOEVER IS SENDING ME ASKS I OWE YOU MY LIFE DO U WANT AN ICON EDIT OR SOMETHING.U DESERVE IT U HAVE BEEN REPLENISHING MY YOOMTAH FUEL#THERE IS LITERALLY.NOTHING IN MY BRAIN EXCEPT FOR YOOMTAH RIGHT NOW I THINK ID GO INSANEPOSTING AFTER ANSWERING THIS IF I WASNT SO SLEEPY#I COULDVE WAITED UNTIL MORNING BUT I NEED TO YOOMTAH N O W OK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#I NEED TO THINK ABT YOOMTAH KIDNAPPING ME AND TYING ME TO HER BED SO SHE CAN HAVE ME ALL TO HERSELF AND CUDDLE ME FOREVER RIGHT NOW.OK#HHHHHHHHHDDDDJDJJSJDJDHSJSDJFJFD I WANNA KISS HER SO MUCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH#YOOMTAH MY BELOVIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE#YOOMTAH IF UR READING THIS I LOVE U I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IT LITERALLY DRIVES ME INSANE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I WANT YOU TO STRAIGHT UP KIDNAP ME#DO WHAT U WILL WITH THAT INFORMATION MY LOVE<3#SORRY ONCE THE WANTING YOOMTAH TO KIDNAP ME PART OF MY BRAIN IS ACTIVATED IT JUST DOES NOT STOP NO MATTER HOW SLEEPY I AM#I AM FUELED BY PURE LOVE AND INSANITY FOR YOOMTAH RIGHT NOW.ACTUALLY NO IM FUELED BY PURE LOVE AND INSANITY FOR YOOMTAH ALL THE TIME#I CANT LIVE WITHOUT HER LOVE ANYWAYS SHE IS MY LIFE FORCE ID LITERALLY DIE WITHOUT HER I LOVE HER THAT MUCH<3<3<3#I WANT TO HOLD HER CLOSE TO MY CHEST SO SHE CAN FEEL MY HEART BEATING JUST FOR HER............ONLY FOR HER.........................#AND HER HOLDING ME PROTECTIVELY TO HER CHEST SAYING IM ONLY HERS✨💛❣🧡🌼💚💘💖👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌻💗💞💓💌🌈⚡💕💌💛🍋💝🌩💜💘💚💋❤⚠️💟💫💖🌈💓🌠💙#MY HEART IS GONNA EXPLODE I LOVE HER SO MUCH EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE#IM SO NORMAL IM SO NORMAL IM SO NORMAL IM SO NORMAL IM SO NORMAL IM SO NORMAL IM SO NORMAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SOSOSOSOSO NORMAL#DESPERATELY WANTING UR GIRLFRIEND TO KIDNAP U IS NORMAL I PROMISE OK ITS CUTE ITS ROMANTIC OK<3#MY HEART FEELS ALL SPARKLY NOW HEHEE.................YOOMIE MY BELOVIE<3<3<3<33333<3<3<3<3<3<3<<3<3<33<<3<4<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<4&÷<$<>÷&%*#LAYING ON MY STOMACH KICKING MY LEGS HOLDING MY FACE IN MY HANDS AND GIGGLING RN I WANT TO BE HER CUTE LIL CAPTIVE SOOOOOOOOOO BAD<3<3<3
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taegimood · 3 months ago
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alright i need y’all to buckle up and hear me out cuz this is gonna be a long one…. bunny hybrid!soobin.
bunny hybrid!soobin w his long white ears that flop down instead of standing up just like his chikai chibi hat ❤️‍🩹
bunny hybrid!soobin who’s soooooooooo shy and nervous when you first bring him home… nervous twitching little tail and warm cheeks, bad at making eye contact, shifting awkwardly in one spot in the living room cuz it’s not home to him yet 🤧 also easily startled but you come to realize later that that’s just part of his personality so you try not to sneak up too much even on accident <3
he’s SO HUGE but such a baby !!! it takes him a while to warm up to you but not in any nasty way, just shy and hesitant, and you always give him space while making it known that the option to join you or be close to you is always open to him and eventually he starts to take it 🥺
at first he would sit stiff as a board on the complete opposite end of the couch from you LMAO but eventually over time he gets comfortable coming closer, until eventually his favorite thing becomes laying his head in your lap while you stroke his ears or sitting on the floor by your feet and leaning into your legs (but don’t point it out to him or he’ll get too shy and retreat).
i know that for rabbits, especially males, there’s not really a specific mating season because they literally will just want to breed any time of the year (lol rip 24/7 horny soobin) — but for hybrids, since they are.. hybrids, literally.. then let’s say that they do go into a regular heat, and let’s say that soobin’s is coming fairly soon after you first take him home.
only a month or two has passed so even though he’s comfortable with you now, he’s still a little reserved and shy with certain things, and so for his sake you’re dreading the coming conversation as you sit him down and gently try to bring up the topic of a breeding partner. the way he would get SO red, tail twitching and leg bouncing in his seat.. he’s refusing to make eye contact as he fiddles with his fingers in his lap and stammers “i-it’s okay, i-i don’t need one..” ears drooping forward to shadow over his face cuz he’s too busy looking down at his hands 😖
you’re gently trying to convince him that he does need one or he’ll be miserable, that it’s totally normal and expected and most people find breeding partners for their hybrids every season so it’s nothing to be ashamed of !!! you say most people because the other percentage are the ones who let their hybrids use them instead COUGH HACK but he doesn’t need to know that
you try to explain that there are services and programs just for this reason and it would be so easy peasy, just for a couple weeks, but soobin is NAWT HAVING IT as he suddenly springs up from his seat and darts out of the room — having gotten progressively redder and more jittery over the course of your attempted convincing.
he’s never bad or disobedient, would normally never run away like that while you’re in the middle of talking to him, but he just got SO unbearably embarrassed and shy,,,,, not to mention: the guilty filthy shameful (in his mind) secret that he has…… and that is, he actually doesn’t want it to be anyone else but you.
he feels safe with you, he trusts you, he’s already bonded to you more than you realize and part of the reason why he got so freaked out and ran away was because all his mind kept going back to was BREEDING YOU INSTEAD 😩 and little do the two of you know, but all the adrenaline from his little freak out ended up kickstarting his heat EARLY and when you find him later in his room after giving him some space for the day, he’s feverish, sweating and whimpering and writhing around uncomfortably in his blankets, hugging one of your sweatshirts to his face as he breathes in your scent. (a sweatshirt that you thought you’d lost, but turns out he had secretly taken for himself).
“binnie!!!” you’re rushing to him immediately cuz you’re so worried but that was a mistake or was it because the second you touch him, the second your scent fully wafts over him, there’s no going back. eyes shooting open and pupils blown out as they lock onto yours, and the next thing you know you’re face down in his blankets as he’s pounding you from behind, chest pressed flush against your back as his hips slam against your ass over and over and over again and he’s whining and whimpering into your ear, telling you how he didn’t want anyone else, didn’t want some bunny girl, he just wanted you, and he keeps apologizing but he can’t stop 🤧
you can finally admit that you fucking love it though because surprise surprise, you ALSO had some filthy secrets of your own and there was a part of you already that sometimes wondered what it’d be like to let him use you instead; on nights when it was hard to sleep and you’d lay awake in bed thinking of his big, gentle frame and pillowy lips, his soft eyes that contrasted so harshly with his strong hands and the outline of that huge cock in his pants that you tried so hard to pretend you never noticed.
it was especially difficult on nights when you could hear him from his designated room, his soft moans and little gasps as he would touch himself that never left your head — eventually causing even your own hand to wander into your panties with a mind of its own.
the kicker was that one time when you were relaxed together on the couch petting his ears as usual and thought, would he like it if i scratched behind them too?
….liking it is an understatement, because the moan that he let out as a result was enough to cut the evening short, him hiding away in his room from sheer embarrassment while you didn’t catch a wink of sleep that night, because all you could think was: i want to hear it again.
for a while after that he would get jumpy when you tried to touch his ears and you were worried you did something wrong to make him scared of you or something, but in reality he was just scared of HIMSELF and was convinced that he’d have to dig a hole and die of embarrassment if he ever moaned like that in front of you again. but don’t worry, the distance didn’t last long cuz he’s just too weak for you and can’t resist your nightly head pets <3
but i digress;;; basically the both of you just wanting each other so bad and not even knowing it, both feeling so guilty and shameful over it until now. now.. right now, as his big cock is buried so deep inside of you that you can’t think of anything else even if you wanted to; right now as he’s fucking you with so much desperation that the bedframe is gashing the paint right off of the rattling wall.
there wasn’t even the chance for clothes to fully come off, but you have plenty of time, and after that the two of you end up barely leaving his room for his entire one or two week heat other than for necessity because you know what they say about rabbits….
as fucked out of your mind as you are, you take such good care of him between waves with what energy you have left — placing wet cloths over his forehead and wiping the sheen of sweat from his neck and collarbones to ease his fever, trying to clean up as much cum and mess as you can before the next round hits, keeping his damp hair from his dazed, half-lidded eyes that watch you so gratefully, poor baby so vulnerable and exhausted between the waves of frenzy… and after everything’s finally over and it passes, he treats you like a FUCKING QUEEN trying to make up for battering you to death with his monster bunny cock all that time <3 you literally Cannot Walk
side note moablr is always talking abt soobin w a breeding kink but imagine BUNNY SOOBIN ???!!!!! holy shit logically he knows it’s not possible to get you pregnant but THAT DOESN’T MEAN HE WON’T TRY 😫 balls deep inside you babbling on and on about how he’s gonna breed you so good and fill you with his babies and he’ll do so well for you he promises - cums BUCKETS, thick and sticky and so much everywhere but cough anyway this is a whole other can of worms
after that first heat your relationship is obviously different but you’re always willing to give soobin whatever he needs. you learn very quickly that those pretty bunny lips have an oral fixation, always wanting something to suckle on; good thing you have tits !! and fingers 🥰
you’re laying on the couch watching a movie and he’ll walk over, just hovering hesitantly, fiddling with his hands, bunny lips pursed as if he wants to say something but isn’t… you immediately know what he wants and sigh with an endearing smile, murmuring “c’mere,” and opening your arms to him. he grins shyly and immediately flops on top of you, nestling into your arms, nuzzling his face into your chest before gradually his lips start suckling lightly at the part of your breasts he can get at, and then he’s pawing at your tank top, eventually getting it pushed down enough that your tits are free and he just lays there sucking and licking at your nipples for ages while you watch your movie, the occasional little moan slipping past his lips as his hips shift against you.
eventually you have to literally pull him off of you when you get too sensitive and he’s so whiny and sad. sighing and running your fingers over his lips instead; caressing your thumb over his pouty bottom lip, swollen from all the suckling, his glazed eyes watching you in anticipation, and as you slowly push your thumb past his lips he immediately moans and obediently begins to suck on that too, eyes sliding shut as his hot tongue swirls around it.
which brings me to soobin sucking on your fingers with barely-open eyes as you ride him — he’s so blissed out, fucked out look on his face as he drools around your fingers, hands weakly reaching for your plush thighs, your waist, your tits; just so fucking content as he lays there and takes everything you give him, moaning around your fingers with half-lidded eyes and his soft pretty bunny ears splayed out on the pillows, framing his handsome face <3
soobin always being too shy to go full out cock monster on you unless he’s desperate for it, so you like to purposefully get him to that point by cockwarming him, chilling on the couch not letting him move as you sit and read your book or play on your phone; he’s trying so hard to be a good boy and wait for your direction, but with the way your warm pussy keeps tightening around him he just can’t take it anymore and desperate frenzied soobin is unlocked as he flips you over and fucks you into the couch cushions like a madman.
and a final thought for now is tugging lightly on his ears or his tail whenever he’s getting too ahead of himself and it only makes him more of a whiny mess; he’d spend the whole day with his mouth buried between your thighs if he could, so tug on his soft ears and it gets him all teary-eyed as you’re holding his face back mere centimeters from your cunt that he wants to bury his face in so badly </3
if your nipples are too sensitive at the moment to handle his oral fixation or if your hands are too busy doing something else, then you can always find soobin between your legs, mouthing at your pussy and humping the air or the couch as his little whimpers send delicious vibrations up through your core.
aaaaanyway.. i love hybrid aus man. just soft sweet bunny soobin who loves and trusts you so much and always wants to be inside you, close to you, connected to you in some way. just so so happy to be yours ❤️‍🩹
p.s… i may or may not have hybrid thoughts for other members as well 👀
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passionatememes · 5 days ago
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ok i finished my rewatch and i could fill a goddamn book with the writing choices in arcane that piss me off hooooooooooly shit you guys
i fully believe that the first three episodes of arcane are maybe the best written tragedy in tv ever
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lovlidollie · 4 months ago
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ik you're in a kenji zone but I still can't get over Feyd soooooooooo
Feyd always expects you to come and paint him before he goes to arena. What would he do if you forgot to show up to paint him one day?
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pairing ; feyd x gn!reader
wc ; 1.2k
cw ; slightly gore-y description at the end
rating ; general audiences, perhaps slightly suggestive at the end ?
author’s note ; oh no don’t you worry !! feyd is still on my mind 24/7 :3 him and kenji are both my husbands ehehe also wtf this is such a good prompt i love the way your mind thinks ! i don’t particularly think this is very good but i hope you like it anyway 😞 not proof read ^^
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feyd is uncharacteristically loud. usually he’s quiet, like a viper, sneaking up on you when you least expect it. he’s calculating and cold, likes to observe before making an important decision. before his fights he’s more often than not calm and collected (well as much as he can be anyway). he’s confident, he knows he’s going to win so what’s the point in worrying? this time however, he’s murderous. he’s yelling and breaking things. he’s barking orders at the maids, veins on his neck protruding dangerously. feyd’s eyes are narrowed in contempt, mere slits as they flit about the room almost in panic. he isn’t able to stay still, can’t look at the same place for more than a second.
the battle’s already been postponed by fifteen minutes and while the general public is too scared to push him, his uncle is not. it wouldn’t be long before the baron is floating down into the staging area, hissing orders and forcing him to get on with the show.
his heavy leather boots stomp against the ground, and he grunts. he’s given you the absolute honour of painting him before his fight and you simply decide to not show up? are you not aware of the hundreds that would die to be in your place? did you not know about the dozens he had to feed his harpies in order to keep them appeased?
“where is she.” feyd growls, low and furious. not a question, more so a threat. the maids tremble in a corner, trying not to look at him or at the three bloody bodies piled on the ground. they’d pushed him too far, tried to paint him when he’s made it clear that only you have his permission to do so. his blades were through their hearts before they even noticed what they did wrong.
like a petulant child throwing a tantrum, he doesn’t just walk into arena. no, the pre-battle painting is tradition. it’s important. and you not being here to do it for him is disrespectful. feyd is seething, teeth grinding together so hard it makes the maids flinch. the sparring knife he has in his hand cracks as the wood splinters. he grunts and throws it against the wall, shards of metal and hard wood ricocheting.
where. the fuck. were you. you never not showed up. feyd’s made sure of it, cleared out your schedule and ensured that you’d have the best guards on the harkonnen battalion to escort you. you always came.
the cries and screams of “feyd-rautha!” get louder and he feels his head pound. a headache begins to build at the base of his neck as the his adoring fans stomp harder. an animalistic noise is ripped from his throat and his eyes shutter close, neck rolling in an attempt to calm down. oh he was going to kill you. he was going to rip you apart. he was going to ruin you. he was going to-
the doors to the chamber fly open and there you are. there you fucking are. panting and struggling to catch your breath, your wide eyes zero in on him and you gulp, forcing stuffy air into your lungs. the hair on your arms stand up with static when you see the ferocious expression plastered on feyd’s face.
“i-” you try open your mouth to explain your absence but you can’t speak. he’s enraged, anger pulsing through his blood. feyd’s mouth presses into a tight line and he snarls at you. his teeth are blackened and he looks like a monster.
“quiet.” it’s harsh and a jarring difference from how he normally speaks to you. the room seems to buzz in silence. you shrink back. you have a reason for being late, you really do!
feyd stalks backwards, never taking his eyes off you and snatches the small carafe of thick, viscous liquid from a table. his gaze trails your figure slowly, checking you inconspicuously for injuries, trying to figure out what the fuck took you so long. he strides towards you and you fight the urge to spring back and runaway. you didn’t like him when he was like this. he was scary and vicious, a savage beast.
he glares at you as he thrusts the carafe into your chest, a silent order. you’re smart and say nothing, shaky fingers reaching out and taking it. feyd’s chest ripples when he turns around. he can’t look at you right now, doesn’t think he can stomach it before he’s roughing you up. you see the way his biceps flex with barely restrained rage.
you work quickly, already deeply aware of how far the fight’s been delayed. it isn’t your best. the lines are messy and crooked, splatters spread over the expanse of his wide back because of your trembling. he’s silent the whole time, taking in great heaving breaths. adrenaline is running through him, he’s itching for a fight. needs to feel blood against his skin and the roar of applause in his ears.
when you’re finished with his back you move in front of him. you’re shorter, barely reaching his shoulders. feyd grunts and you sense him roll his eyes. you work faster, dragging inky oil over his obliques and down his nipples. you barely restrain a shiver.
the second you mutter a soft “done,” and your fingers leave his chest, feyd rips himself away from you, shaking his head. he feels his heartbeat thundering and it’s making him restless. you think he’s a lot like a cornered animal right now.
he dresses quickly, throwing his armour on haphazardly. his chest plate is crooked but you don’t have the courage to say something. feyd marches down to the entrance to the arena, not even sparing you a second glance. he doesn’t bother with his dual blades. he’s after gore tonight, blood and guts and agony. you’re shaking, tears welling up in your eyes as you think of what he’ll do to you.
you sniffle just as he pauses at the door. a low, demeaning laugh leaves his lips, guttural and raspy. you shrink into yourself, feeling humiliated.
“chambers.” he mutters after silence takes over. the implications are clear. you are to meet in his chambers the second the fight is over, when no one else will be around to hear what he does to you. you start growing anxious, sweat beading on your forehead.
feyd doesn’t wait for a response before he’s walking through the doors, cheers overpoweringly loud. you don’t make your way to the stands, too afraid of what you’ll see.
(the fight is one of feyd’s longest. instead of playing around with them for a bit and then killing them almost instantaneously, he lets one of his opponents scamper to the edges of the arena while he deals with the other. feyd prances around him, like a leopard, toying with his prey. when he pounces, it’s with his mouth, teeth tearing into his carotid and ripping it out. he’s fuelled by pure anger and adrenaline, nails clawing at his rivals’ chest and face. feyd turns the first body into a mutilated, bloody mess, so destroyed that he’s barely recognisable. he makes the other opponent watch before stalking after him and doing the same. when he finally, after hours of battle, shows up at his chambers, he’s covered in blood and intestines. and there you are. pretty, innocent you, perched in his bed for him. oh, you were in for it.)
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noroamenial · 1 year ago
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this is one of my first few drabbles I wrote while exploring Raphael's character. it's fun body double stuff...and shamelessly smutty soooooooooo, smut under the cut.
It started with but the gentlest of a caress down his back, flitting off just before the base of his tail. Normally Raphael wouldn’t be bothered by such musings, Haarlep usually found it enjoyable to tease him through their shared form from time to time. But this was a touch that could not be generated from a single form—no, his wings were in the way, and even if Haarlep tried as they might—to get such a gentle caress from the upper back would be at the very least uncomfortable. 
He almost stood from his desk but the sudden grasp at the soft parts of his inner thigh had him stop in his tracks. Who had hands on his incubus? Haarlep was his toy, used to fuel his sometimes insatiable narcissism. After all, ‘what’s better than the devil you know?’ But Someone was in his boudoir, someone was touching his most private and incessantly annoying toy. 
Haarlep was feeling up to someone else now. Soft skin could be felt on his hands if he focused hard enough on his body double. The gentle ridge of a scar, then a cheek, hands through hair—his hips jumped as gentle lips kissed up the inside of his thighs. Even fully clothed, he could feel the most intense parts of himself being explored by a foreign but all too real sensation. 
His erection seemed to come all too quickly when the ghost of a person started to make sloppy open mouthed kisses along his dick. The tip was enveloped in the warmth that only a living mouth could make. Only once the sensation enveloped his member did the thought grace him—he was getting second hand oral.
He could see Haarlep’s smirk—no—his smirk coming from Haarlep’s body that was a mirror image of his own, the way they would probably chuckle with Raphael’s voice, knowing what they were doing to the devil. Raphael’s desires were Haarlep’s desires, though Haarlep was always at their core their own being. There was an air of danger to having your one consort be someone who was…yourself. 
Raphael didn’t make it two steps before he had to stumble onto his knees. His hand carefully ran along the inseam of his pants, his erection hot and painful. His knees were parted and as he leaned back slightly, the tips of his wings touched the ground. He sat there, stroking along the bulge in his pants with the pace of the ghost’s mouth. Head tilted back and mouth agape as he tried and failed to return to his senses.
Just when he felt that awful needy knot constricting in his abdomen did the stimulation stop—and he whimpered. It was almost cruel to take such a feeling away, Haarlep had to be toying with him. But his logic was lost to his body’s insatiable desire. He undid the buckle and then the rest of his tight pants. Erection in hand, he pumped base to tip in slow methodical pumps, squeezing just so. 
Raphael groaned, it didn’t feel enough. It was never enough—that is why Haarlep existed. To masturbate with, while he lost himself in some new fantasy, some new flesh to be lusted after. He could easily recall his latest fantasy, it didn’t help the ache in his nethers, but it sure did ease it into something more stimulating.  
Raphael—unfortunately frustrated and on the verge of tears—was stumbling to his feet rifling for the calling amulet somewhere in his desk. Leaning against the flat of the desk for support of his trembling legs, his patient facade only got him so far when he was alone. 
A sudden gasp was pulled from his lungs as his cock twitched. His claws dug against the wood. Who was Haarlep fucking? He wanted to buck his hips, to burst into the boudoir and demand to be involved. But Haarlep remained still, using whatever peon they had seduced as a cock warmer. It made him groan and writhe with just how overwhelmingly sudden it was. 
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