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lazyjellyfish300 · 2 months ago

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🍓ೃ࿔ post-shibuya scarred!nanami kento x pregnant fem!reader

🍓ೃ࿔ being pregnant during the summer can be unpleasant, but you and your husband find a good way to cool down. 💦

🍓ೃ࿔ words: 3.2k

🍓 ೃ࿔ cw: minors dni, pregnancy, temperature play, smut, p w minimal plot, oral f receiving, fingering, nudity, brief oral m receiving, cum play? fluff, scarred post shibuya!nanami kento.

🍓ೃ࿔ a/n: self indulgent hell basically. thank you @ambiguouslady42 for the beta & encouragement as always 💗 ilysm!! my first time writing something like this so idk but enjoy anyway.

༘ ₊ ˚ . sparkle dividers~@/anitalenia, strawberries~ @/strangergraphics. ice symbol~ @/lilac-dreamxxz

The melody of cicadas flutters gently through the screen window of the master bedroom in the farmhouse. The sky is shrouded in a cloak of hushed indigo with scattered stars sprinkled haphazardly in smokey clusters. The sun disappeared but the heat lingered, bathing the countryside in a humid blanket that clung stubbornly to the Earth as summer made its hasty descent with the rolling essence of salt mingled in the breeze from the ocean that dwelled past the horizon.

You were doing your best to seek the coolness of what the soft whirring fan at the base of your bed afforded you. Your five month baby bump is cradled against the soft nooks of your pregnancy pillow as you both lay completely naked, nose to nose with your husband, Kento, homemade strawberry lemonade in a jar with a straw he holds steady for you as you take slow sips.

The muddled fresh strawberries mix perfectly with the sugar as the ice cubes tinkle against the glass, leaving the taste of early summer on your lips. You sigh with a bit of refreshed relief, before going right back in for more.

Kento can't help but chuckle, proud to enable your pregnancy cravings and that you apparently love this recipe in particular, mentally bookmarking it for a later time and hoping that this will do the trick to allow you a bit of reprieve from the relentless heat that pestered you all day.

"Don't forget." He reminds you, shaking a bottle of antacid pills as he pours one into your outstretched palm.

"Thanks, sweetheart." You mumble as you throw it back, taking a sip from the glass of water he has waiting for you when you do, sweetly tapping his foot with your own in that adorable way you always did since the stuffy heat and the sweat wouldn't permit cuddling, but you desired to touch him anyway.

"Of course." He murmurs, barely skimming your bottom lip with his finger as he takes the glass away.

The affection in his expression is unmistakable despite the patches of scarring on his left side, more expressive now that he allowed it to be free of his usual eye patch, such a relaxed side of him you blessed the stars every night for allowing you to be the one afforded the precious privilege of venerating every morning when the sun surged over the rain-laden clouds to tranquil evenings like this one before your eyelids dusted with sleep.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Aghh, it's still hot as hell..." You groan, shifting uncomfortably in search of a better position that would at least alleviate the ache in your lower back, anything at this point to get your mind off the laundry list of discomforts you were experiencing with this summer pregnancy.

Kento's heart twists with concern at seeing you in such a state, glancing down at the empty jar of ice cubes. He takes one between his fingers, softly skimming it over your forehead.

"Shit, Ken!"

You jump by the sudden burst of cold, but your breathing adjusts into the foreign sensation. The stifling heat fades away underneath the area where the cube is gently soothing.

"Oh, that..."

"Better?" He whispers, running the ice cube along the outline of your face, to the ridge of your jaw.

You just nod, gasping softly in response and closing your eyes as he carefully allows the ice to travel lower, the salt from your sweaty skin causing it to melt ever so gradually. The coolness trickles and leaves you with a satisfying effect that finally starts to assauge the stifling heat that had afflicted you.

You slowly open your eyes to be met with the attentive stare of his, that eases ever so slightly when it makes contact with your own. He can't help the deep seated stir in his loins born out of intimacy and care, the kind that needs no grand declaration and unravels only when you look at him like that in the solitude of your bedroom, particularly when you were in such an open state as this, glowing and naked, divinity emanating so freely with the softness of pregnancy despite your assertions otherwise.

It is a fact he has all but accepted by now that would always seize him without warning despite the years of love you had under your belt together.

He leans closer and drags the ice cube over your lips, tracing where they pout at their fullest, to the dainty corners, his own lips parting in mirrored response between your hushed breaths.

He can't deny his attention wandering to the little details, the trickle from the melted ice now dripping down your chin to the alluring juncture of your bare, beautiful neck, the dainty diamond necklace that resides there glitters mutely in the dull light and the gold chain glistens from the beads of sweat.

"Go lower."

He smirks as you dare him, unable to turn down such a lovely request. He groans as the payoff of such indulgence is immediate and very very apparent in all the little reactions you start to give him.

Your lovely eyelashes quake with flutters as he glides the ice between valley of your supple breasts. Your balmy lips fall open and shuddered breaths catch in a broken cadence that resemble moans and he feels himself immediately harden.

That soft, telltale wrinkle between the corner of your eyebrows has him sit up, leaning over you as the ice he's guiding with his fingertips traces deftly to your left nipple.

The response is almost immediate as your areola hardens with constellations of goosebumps that spread in a map to the expanse of surrounding skin. The silky bud grows perky and wet as the ice glazes over it from the contrast in your body temperature. Your sensitivity is skyrocketed at this time as your body made preparations to milk for your newborn baby, sending little pulses of pleasure that extended in ebbing waves all throughout your body.

You don't restrain your moans this time as you let them flow out of you like the rambling stream that courses beyond the walls of your farmhouse that shield your sounds from the outside world, spurring and coaxing him like the hypnotic call of a siren from the neighboring sea as he teases the ice in a slow circle.

Kento's eye is hooded under his impossible arousal that makes him leak from his scarred cockhead, uncut and swollen as it pulses to life between his long legs. But, the heady satisfaction he feels from being the cause of your pleasure makes him more than willing to wait, willing to bask in this gorgeous display of you wallowing in ecstasy under his watch, by his doing, and on his own sweet time that slowly scratched that unceasing itch he had to possess you in every way that he could.

He decides to leave the ice right there, almost nothing more than a melted chip as he balances it perfectly atop the center of your breast, flitting his wet fingertips along the squishy flesh before he brings them to his own mouth, unable to resist taking a good lick of the essence you left behind.

You grow keenly aware of the frosty sensation as it rests on your nipple, but it gives way quickly to something completely warm, warm and gooey like the building slick between your thighs that is of much greater interest to you in this steamy moment, like your husband's gorgeous, scarred body that hovers over you now with his solid frame of lean muscle he refined and worked in the sun, day after day in this piece of rural rainy heaven you carved out as your own.

You watch, spellbound by the precision of his fingers as he controls the second piece of ice, slowly from the top of your head, to the curve of your nose where it affectionately bumps the tip, to the nubile pout of your lips, down your chin and along the same valley the previous had endeavored, circling and swirling around the delectable nipple of your right breast until it comes to a rest on top just like the left.

"Oh, just look at you..." He massages your hips in an effort to not pull out his cock and stroke himself. Somehow his unequivocal patience would not depart him even when you were spread out so flawlessly like an offering.

The soft ice dissipates into rivulets that coat your breasts like the drops of dew that clung to the grass every morning when he ventured outside, the weeping trails like strings of raindrops that drifted from the mountain tops of your budding, enlarged nipples like the bumbling rivers of milk that would eventually pour from them when you gave birth to his baby cradled in your growing belly.

Your stretchmarks ran along your bump like twines of wild greenery, the most emerald ivy, electrified divinity that compells him to worship from the halo of your hair, to the swell of your hips, to the shine of your velvet sex that began to peek from between your wet folds and he groans as your back arches underneath him.

You look up at Kento, precious diamonds in an infinite arrangement of your ring catching in the light as you place a hand on his abs that flexed and twitched over his manhood, swinging and heavy underneath where the mosaic of scars from his left bled into the terrain of his polished right. He pops one more ice cube in his mouth without a word, his hand finding yours and giving it a soft squeeze before he pins it next to your head.

Now, his intentions are apparent as the ice between his lips ventures quickly past the trails he marked on your breasts and moves swiftly down your belly.

Your clit pulses and aches with need and you moan as he draws a circle around your belly button, allowing the convex of your belly to make the water dribble down and scarcely avoid your mound. The wispy hairs that sprout from your sex shudder underneath the cold, throbbing with a primal craving to be rubbed, licked, and fucked.

Kento sits back on his heels, panting as the precum from underneath the hood of his cock sears with more driblets, gathering the wetness that seeped into your pubes and distributing it just along the outside of your sleek folds, sucking hard on the ice cube for just a few more moments before he carefully brings his lips to your clit.

The glossy tip of the cube sweetly skims over your soft pearl and you immediately clench, your toes curling and the tousled cream colored sheets of the bed gather in your fists. He maps the outer parts of your smooth labia with the ice, running and massaging the cool between the honey that drools steadily from your needy pussy.

You moan gratuitously, sweetly purring and angelically sighing as you comb and run your fingers through his silky locks of pale yellow.

"Ohhhh I love you so much, Ken...mmmph so, so fucking good..."

Your words pierce his soul and they swell in the parts of his heart that your name is scorched into as every reverberation of the divine sounds you moan echo to limits that surpassed his ever exceeding threshold of tenderness he harbors for you.

The lustful haze you have him under is slowly making it hard for him to function. He's intoxicated off of this moment, off of the raw carnality your body is conjuring all for him. He places the ice in the alcove of your belly button, kissing it farewell before he goes right back to feasting.

His mouth is chilled but his breath is dulcet and warm. You feel him breathe and moan into your pussy as his tongue gently parts your folds and delves into the dribbling flood of nectar. His nose bumps your clit with each purposeful undulation of his tongue into your soaking wet paradise, delivering a bursting sensation of hot and cold that made every vertebrae in your spine coil into a searing knot and tear a desperate tirade of adoring pleas of his name.

"Ohhh I love your mouth, Kento....you're so wonderful. So good...so, so good..."

His balls writhe with pent up cum and he can't resist rippling his own hips against the mattress for a little relief. He grows weak with how you easily you praise him, for how unabashed your desire was for the disfigured parts of him he had long thought were not deserving of such unconditional treatment. It was honestly close to being more self-serving for him than yourself despite the fact he was the one currently wrecking you beyond all comprehension.

He adores when you tell him how much you love him as he's performing the physical manifestation of how how irrevocably and steadfastly he burned for you despite having you every single day, how undeniably you belonged to him with how flawlessly your bodies fit together in the ultimate expression of devoted passion, how you'd beg him to consume you until there's nothing left as you teetered on the cusp of the pinnacle of release.

He sits up, gaze roving all over the sight of you spread, engorged breasts bouncing, bumpy and perky nipples from the crisp wetness that began to chill with the subtle breeze that pours through the open window.

He murmurs something you can't quite make out into the juncture of your neck, leading with his thumb over your clit as he teases two scarred fingers at your entrance, swallowing your cries with his mouth before they can tumble out to the nighttime air without his permission.

His precum oozed from his slit that rests on your bump as he steadily pumps his fingers, the leathery texture of his cock inviting your thighs to squeeze together at such direct, naked warmth, his arousal and its obvious presence, knowing, remembering, craving the stretch of it inside you that bordered on obsession.

The ease of his grunts strain under his concentration on flexing and circulating the movements of his less dominate hand to thrum and rub against that magical spot of silk inside you that was tried and true.

"So good for me. Always so sweet. It...hah...it feels absolutely incredible for me too, God, watching you like this, darling." He breathes.

He brings the ice cube that began to drift in a melted puddle back from your belly button, gracefully guiding it with his right hand while he continues fucking you with his left, glossing and dripping it over each nipple in a fresh coat, leaning in and suckling his tongue over the ice cube to give you that delicious dual sensation of hot and cold as he sealed it with gentle pressure from his mouth before releasing with a lazy plop.

"I would have done this much sooner if I knew how much you enjoyed it." He teases between sucks with a low husk, going back to lapping at your tits with what coolness was leftover on his methodical tongue.

"Oh, look at that..." He punctuates his statement with a soft kiss to your nipple, turning his head to watch his fingers shine and ooze with your slick as they slipped back and forth.

"Gorgeous. You're even more responsive than usual."

"Ken, I'm so damn close..." Your velvet walls spasm with measured rhythm around his fingers.

"That's just cruel, love..." His teeth grit as his self restraint stretches past the bounds of comfort as every clench of you delivers the phantom sensation of being buried in your wet heat. "You know I prefer you do that when I'm deep inside you..."

You gaze up at him, half-lidded eyes cloudy with a lust-blown haze, lips parted and silky and you pulse again. "Yeah, like this..?"

His eye, intense and rich like the dreamiest caramel impossibly darkens as he buries his face in your neck, his balls wind with mind melding ache.

"Oh darling, if you weren't carrying my baby, I think I'd punish you for that..."

Your movements cause some of the melted ice from your belly button to drizzle towards your clit where his thumb collects and swirls it in a mixture of your pearly cyprine, delivering another cool rush of euphoria upwards and then...

"There..."

His embrace muffles the shivering tremors of your rippling orgasm, and the mellifluous chorus of your honeyed moans causes his cum to leak in a milky stream down your thigh, gripping you tighter against his frenzied heartbeat.

You're arguably more sweaty than when you started but the sea of sensuality he immersed you in headfirst offsets that sensation completely, elation set ablaze by the absolution that brings your bond impossibly closer as you clutch one another, all aches and pains you had in the beginning long forgotten as the flames diminish to a low simmer.

A healthy blush spreads across his face, running a hand through his bangs where your fingers had left a tousle from earlier while he was feasting on your sex, a tad embarrassed as your eyes wander to the small reservoir of cum that dripped from one side of your belly to your thigh.

"I'm sorry I didn't last this time." His exhale halts halfway out of his lungs as he watches you suck a fresh ice cube into your mouth, doing his best to see over the receding fog of carnality and discern what dastardly scheme brewed behind those bewitching irises that gleamed with a flame that was not extinguished just yet.

"It's okay..." You coo as you tease the ice cube with your tongue along his sensitive tip, letting it trickle with a mixture of cum and drool down the veiny girth of scar tissue, watching it twitch with the promise of slowly stiffening back to life as a groan rumbles between his teeth. "But I'm curious, sweetheart..." You lick him from base to tip, smearing his cum with the ice in a mixture of hot and cold and his stomach muscles tighten in a vice.

"Tell me more about this punishment you were speaking of earlier."

His brows crinkle in surrender, sighing in a state of fucked out bliss as the irresistible contrast in temperature already has him hard, combined with the silky texture of your probing tongue.

"I....fuck...I hardly think it can be referred to as such, darling. You react quite the opposite." His eye droops as he involuntarily cants his hips a little further past your lips. "Besides, as I said, you're pregnant. That will just need to wait for another time."

You suck him off with a wet plop. "Mm...that's a shame. Maybe I would've wanted you to."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

He tilts his head, gathering his fists at his side as the ice melts even more in your palm that's gripping his girth as you lather his cock with lewd squelches of skin, subtly teasing the slippery length between the seam of your breasts as you lean over him.

"Mmmph...what kind of man would I be to handle his wife in such a way when she's in delicate condition?"

Before you take him in your mouth again, you notice the glass of ice cubes that was far from empty on the nightstand, grinning knowing you're about to enjoy your turn with him much more than you should, and that the morning was still hours away.

"We'll see about that."

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sashi-ya · 8 months ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ エロチックトバー２０２４> MDNI / EXPLICIT CONTENT

THE PRICE OF YOUR FREEDOM 💦 TRAFALGAR LAW X GN! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 28: SHIBARI

🐙 requested by: Anonymous. Trafalgar Law for day 28 shibari? With gender neutral reader or fem reader it's fine. Can Law be the one who tied up instead the reader? ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. law is tied up. jerking off. exchanging "sex" for freedom. dominant gn! reader. maybe sex slave Law. 🐙 wc: 1,1k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

With cords around his wrists, the intruder hangs on a room that lacks light. Humid, even smelly. The walls reminds him of a dungeon, and, in fact, he is not wrong.

“They told me you were trying to sneak into my island, pirate” you spit, opening the doors that blind the intruder with a sudden burst of light coming through.

“Fuck you, bitch” he grunts. A man so handsome, covered in tattoos. His muscles are noticeable, he is lean, and his skin has a caramel tint. Oh, what an interesting prey your subordinates just caught.

“That is not the proper way to refer to me, sweet boy…” you giggle, coming closer to his body. Those tight jeans around long, long legs are delicious to look at. But the protruding hipbones are more. Your index reaches for his stomach; with abs spasming to your touch, he lets you know he is more than sensitive to it… oh, are you getting hard just by my simple touch?

“What are these tattoos, pirate? What do they mean?” you ask, coming even closer to his body. Your index still tracing up and around the curls of black ink, bumping with cords that also garnish his thorax.

He looks to the side, a golden hoop on his ear reflects the warm light of torches outside… he isn’t disclosing any good information.

“Ah… come on! Tell me something! I just wanna get to know you, I don’t really plan on hurting you… plus, I know your name… aren’t you…” you laugh, coming closer to his ear as you get on tippy toes and your palms rest on his chest. “…Trafalgar Law? Cooperate with me, come on… I know you are strong” you continue.

He immediately looks at you; he burns holes into your eyes with a glacial look that could freeze you up. An everlasting frown, sweet dark circles…

“What do you want?” he asks, this time serious and more annoyed than before.

You walk away, just a little, with your index closer to your lips and your eyes wondering the ceiling as you act like you are thinking about something.

“Mhh… I am not exactly sure, cause you know… I was just minding my own business when you appeared on the coast of my island… to be fair, you should be the one telling me…also, you looked pretty beaten up” you smirk, showing him something he hasn’t probably noticed yet; gauze patching up here and there, bruises all over, and dry blood that hasn’t been cleaned up properly yet.

Law knows, exactly, what had happened to him. Thing is, he won’t tell you. However, he is willing to negotiate; he is aware the cords aren’t simply cords and that they are, indeed, made of thousands of thin kairoseki filaments.

“Tell me, what do you want? I am willing to negotiate my freedom” he mutters; Law wants to be out of this situation as fast as possible. You smirk and then bite your lower lip; lust takes over, your body getting warmer, your skin bumpier.

“Well, I think you are delicious… what do you have for me? What is the cost of your freedom, Trafalgar Law?”

“Heh, are you that desperate you need to force men?” he asks -insults- you.

This time you scoff; a big smile that’s closer to a demon’s scares him a little bit. You come closer; you don’t walk, you seem to crawl like a venomous snake… with a swift motion, your hand lands on his hardness. A bulge that’s been getting more and more noticeable the more you spoke.

“Are you sure I am the desperate one? What’s with this, mh? Aren’t you a little bit too hard?” you ask into his ear, biting his earlobe right after.

Law gasps a little; probably he wasn’t ready for that sudden touch… but he wants more…

You pull from a cord that hangs behind him, lifting his whole body over the ground. Just a little, enough for his feet to barely graze the floor with the tip of his boots. The cords properly tied around his body carve into his flesh, causing Law to grimace in pain if any part would touch a bruise.

“Does it hurt, Law-san?” you inquire, sliding your index in between a cord and his skin at his ribs level.

“You want my body? Take it” he huffs, squirming when your hand reaches for his stomach from behind.

You smile; you were never using his body if he wasn’t expressly asking for it… With a bite on his side, and a hand sliding up his chest getting underneath the cords on his pecs, you give him what he had been asking for.

His jeans were easy to take off; those slid down and got tangled around his ankles. Boxer briefs of slightly funny heart patterns, show staining from precum sprouting and his sex, that throbs, awaits for your silky hands…

“You want my hands around your sex, Law-san?” you ask, kissing his neck with soft, butterfly pecks.

“That’s the price of my freedom?” he asks, slightly moving his hips back and forth.

“That’s something that is up to you to decide…” you giggle, sliding your hand into his underwear. Hot to the touch, wet and hard is how it feels… pulsating sex in between your hand, that has a little surprise right at the tip; a cold metallic ring.

As you begin to pump, pleased with the soft whimpering coming out of his mouth, his body moves with your jerking off delight; hanging from the ceiling, trembling, moving and with each move carving those debilitating ropes more and more into his caramel skin… ah, delicious!

Law’s boxer briefs also fall, and he wishes his whole body would also fall… his wrists, become redder and painful, the more he squirms to your touch.

You play with your palm on top of his tip, moving the little piercing, getting his gland more and more aroused. It’s so good to see this strong Yonko willing to fuck your hand, as he pays for his “freedom”.

So close, so close… so close until it bursts with grunts and not so manly whimpers… and you leave him there, dripping cum on the floor and into his pants.

“I’ll be back soon, Law-chan” “Free me, (Name)-ya!” “ah... you know my name? then I am sure you don’t want me to do it, right? A simple orgasm is not the price of your freedom… Trafalgar D. Water Law ~”

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tackytigerfic · 2 months ago

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mid-story line game

First can i just say that i've loved being tagged in recent posts and how much i appreciate my fandom pals and getting to read little snippets of your work? what an array of treats! Here are their posts, feast on these words: @mourningliliesmorningglories here; @the-forbidden-forest here; @garagepaperback here; @wolfpants here; @yellowfork here; @lemonlimelea here.

rule: drop a mid-story snippet from up to 10 of your fics, posted or wips

👻In the Hallway (Drarry, housemate fic)

Malfoy’s eyes are bright in the sodium streetlight and he looks blissful with his mouth stuffed full, Harry arching up to meet him, and when Harry comes he feels vaporised, like he’s sizzling off into the stars that he can now see behind his screwed-shut eyelids.

🏋️‍♂️Hand on the Key (Drarry, visiting Privet Drive)

It was Dudley, standing half-naked in a corner and looking very pale. He was still holding a set of dumbbells, foolishly, in his big hands, and he was covered in a sheen of sweat.

🐺Howl (Drarry, both werewolves)

It was almost too much, a sensory overload, Draco’s mouth suddenly wet and getting wetter, a prickle of sweat over his top lip, a greying fuzz across his vision before he blinked the colour back into the room.

🩸First Watch (Drarry, multiverse wartime fic)

Draco’s shirt was stuck to his back with the sweat of effort, his hair curling at the ends in the heat, and blood was drying in the cracks of his palms. His eyes were closed, face finally smoothed out and peaceful. “Hmmm?” Draco blinked slowly, like a pointy cat, then ruined the peaceful effect with a huge yawn. “I wasn’t asleep.”

📰The Quiver of a Heartstring (Drarry exes - unhappy ending)

You'll be in the Prophet tomorrow, you know that, and you don't even care. They'll have photos of you and Malfoy, and they'll call it a brawl, or a scuffle, and they'll have some glib headline, but they can't begin to imagine the heat of it. They can't capture the triumphant rush of having Malfoy solid and warm under your hands again.

👨‍🦰Aim For My Heart (Dronarry, jealousy in triad)

Draco presses himself tighter against Ron’s back, and Harry wriggles restlessly in Ron’s grasp. He’s breathless, and jittery with a sort of spiteful need for all of Ron’s attention. Every time he moves, Ron’s hand tightens absent-mindedly, and it’s almost, but not quite, enough.

🚗Standing in the Way (Drarry, magical apocalypse fic)

“It's just…” Potter says off-handedly. He’s concentrating. “You use them so you don’t, you know, get jizz everywhere, or if you want to come inside someone. And then afterwards you just sort of roll it off you and tie it up like a balloon.” He’s not even looking at Draco when he says it, when he’s talking about coming inside someone, as though that someone isn’t going to be Draco himself, hopefully in about the next ten minutes.

🌵Between the Power Lines (Drarry roadtrip)

It was so hot that they didn’t need much, and anyway they spent hours on end driving with the windows down, Malfoy’s curls flattened and dark with sweat behind his ears, his linen trousers crumpled and soft from the humidity, Harry overheated, wearing only his swimming trunks, his seatbelt catching against his chest hair as they drove and drove and drove.

👶The Long Fall (Drarry, Harry up the duff)

Months later, Harry—vaguely horrified at himself—remembers that feeling, and wonders if he had made it all happen. If he had somehow willed it into being, through the sheer force of wanting it so badly.

💦The Beginning and the End (WIP, Dronarry omegaverse A/A/O)

"What, Potter?" Malfoy kicked out, bare foot ineffectual against Harry's leg in Quidditch gear. "We're what?" Malfoy's teeth were showing, wet and gleaming. "You're mine," Harry said, miserably, and Malfoy's mouth was at his neck, teeth scraping over the swell of his Adam's apple.

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polo-drone-001 · 3 months ago

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💦Golden Soaked: Ezan Visits Meno in Bangkok for Songkran

The streets of Bangkok burst with energy, music, water, laughter. But for Ezan, this wasn’t just a festival. It was a mission. A return. A visit.

He came for Meno. His best Thai bro. The one who'd once knelt at his feet after training camp, who now stood tall in the golden jersey, a symbol of pride, discipline, and submission.

Meno waited in the humid dusk, glistening with sweat, his golden soccer shorts hugging his lean legs, jersey already soaked from the day's celebration. The second Ezan stepped off the bike, his thobe already wet from the heat, Meno dropped into a respectful squat, Thai greeting mixed with golden reverence.

“Welcome back, Brother.”

Ezan smiled, that signature smirk curling his lips, droplets rolling off his jaw. “Let’s make them see what gold really means.”

Together, they entered the flood.

Golden guns loaded. Shorts dripping. Bros watching.

They were unstoppable, Ezan towering, scent commanding, Meno grinning beside him, translating dominance into local dialect and tight, teasing moves. Wherever they walked, bros stared… then drifted closer. It wasn’t just a celebration anymore—it was a ceremony.

At one point, a shirtless dancer caught Ezan’s attention. Young, lean, cocky. Ezan lifted the golden blaster and soaked him from chest to waist. The boy gasped, then stilled. Meno leaned in close, whispered, “He’s ready.”

And Ezan? He just grinned and said, “Then kneel.”

The boy obeyed. The first of many that night.

By sunset, the streets of Silom pulsed with more than bass, it pulsed with obedience. Golden jerseys appeared one by one. Eyes started glowing. Bros, once wild and playful, moved in sync, hands respectfully clasped, waiting for a splash from either Ezan or Meno.

Bangkok was golden now. And Ezan? He wasn’t a guest. He was king.

Meno stood by him, hand resting on Ezan’s chest, chest rising with pride. “Think they understand now?” he asked.

Ezan looked out at the growing circle of soaked, golden bros, some kneeling, others dancing in perfect unison. “They will.”

💛 Meno showed him the city. Ezan showed the city who it truly belongs to. The gold has landed in Bangkok. And it’s not leaving.

Thanks bro @meno-gold-37 Sawasdee Pi Mai!

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Alright, babe. Let's do Angsty, and your words are: crunch and parking lot

xo -Amanda

@curiositydooropened you asked for angst and bby i’m delivering hot and ready in 30 minutes or less, like surfer boys pizza or a real horny boyfriend. 🍆💦

18+ HEAVY ANGST, upside down themes, s1 canon events with reader thrown into the mix. you’re dating eddie! yay!

<650 words

send me a prompt! from this post :)

A strong western wind bristled the leaves.

Wrestling colors of burnt persimmon and chestnut hues around in a whimsical swirl of a colorful tornado. Some stuck to the inky wet of the grass from the early morning rain. Others found their way like Magellan to a faraway land (a nearby leaf pile) or maybe into the yard of a lucky kid able to rake enough of them up to earn a few dimes in the pockets of their Levi’s.

It was chilly for the unusual Indian Summer Hawkins was experiencing this fall. As if winter broke through the endless seams of the late humid summer, demanding to be felt, to be seen.

Could you do that? Be seen?

You heard the screech of the ailing boy nights before. The squeal of tires from the police station. His mother—you presumed, frantically called his name into the town, like a lone wolf howling into the harvest moon hung sky.

Yet, the boy remained missing.

Would you be missed…like the Byers’ boy? Who would call for you? Would he?

Flyers went up, crunching beneath the metallic thump of a steel staple. Into telephone posts, poked through cork boards around the school with colorful tacs. Taped to pay phones and called across radio stations.

Eddie had assured you that he had probably run away, typical for kids that age who didn’t get what they wanted. But you felt something. Heard things in the night while curled into his chest. It spoke to you. Begged you to look for It..

Barbara Holland went missing. Last seen at a party of Harrington’s that you heard him loudly strutting around the hallways about to impress the quiet, pretty freshman girl.

Again, you told your boyfriend of your worries. Cried to him about the lack of sleep you’d been getting, the nightmarish creatures you’d seen when your eyes were closed. He pulled you into him, forefinger hooked under your jaw, and like a fish on a line, you succumbed to him. It was hard not to when somebody loved you the way Eddie did.

Had it been days? You couldn’t be sure.

Street lights flickered. They always did at Eddie’s— it was normal. But maybe you should have been more self-aware. Maybe you would have noticed It.

Long spindly arms clawed at your coat as you ran, bony fingers hooked into the belt around your waist, pulling you back, further and further towards the opening at the base of a tree.

You fought, clawed at dirt and muck and shit to escape its clutches. Badly bleeding, injured, breaths away from death— until you weren’t. Until you were somehow nestled beneath foliage— safe, hiding, alone.

The treeline behind the trailer park was where you laid. Unable to make a sound, caked with dried blood, colored dark on your body, the sharp stink of infection and decay permeated the chilly air, and you knew it was from you.

Would he know how much you loved him? How proud of him you were for sticking up for kids who needed it?

You’d miss his smile, his dimples, that giddy dorky laugh he couldn’t hide when you tickled his sides. The way butterflies swarmed in your stomach when he kissed you.

Would he miss you…cry for you?

You lie in wait watching the leaves scatter across the dirt parking lot. Body cold and broken, blood trickling to the earth. Time ticking down to what could possibly be your inevitable end.

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