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[venusbyline]

Jacaerys Velaryon — Under the Mistletoe

— summary: When you decided to spend the Christmas Break at your best friend Helaena's house, you did not expect her half-sister's family to be there too. Meeting your ex-boyfriend after the messy breakup was something you did not want for the holidays. At least that was what you thought before looking at him again.

— pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x ex-girlfriend!reader

— type: smut, dark, modern AU

— word count: 2.0k

— tags/warnings: female!reader, dark!Jacaerys, ex-boyfriend!Jacaerys, dubcon, modern AU, Christmas smut, rough sex, vaginal fingering, fingerfucking, semi-public sex, kitchen sex, degradation, finger sucking, cum eating, cum licking, dry humping, rough kiss, past infidelity, referenced cheating, argument, possessive behaviour, past relationship, toxic relationship, college students, Targtowers mentioned, Lucerys Velaryon mentioned, Rhaenyra Targaryen mentioned, curse words, ambiguous/open ending, implied Lucerys Velaryon/reader, toxic!Jacaerys, dom!Jacaerys, sub!reader, no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— author's notes: Jace was the most voted in the poll I did asking about this modern AU one-shot for Christmas <3 <3 I hope you guys like it and enjoy the holidays.

— author's notes²: The mention about Lucerys Velaryon/reader is really just a mention. But anyway, he's already 18 years old in this one-shot. Also, I'm considering writing fics about Lucerys. It's hard for me to find fics about him and he's really a character that I love very much. So if you want read these next stories, don't forget to tell me. <3 <3

— crossposting: AO3

When your best friend Helaena invited you to spend Christmas Eve at her house, you thought it might be a good idea. You loved her family, despite everything. Alicent, her widowed mom, always treated you like you were her second daughter. Aemond, Helena's younger brother, was so introverted and quiet that he never ended up causing any problems between the two of you. Daeron, the youngest, was sweet to you and loved telling you about how his high school was going.

The bad thing usually was Aegon, Alicent's firstborn, who always drank before and during the celebration and end up causing some intrigue in the family. However, Helaena had assured you that this time Aegon was traveling to another corner of the world and would not be in England for a few weeks. She said his big brother was enjoying Copacabana beach with his friends in Rio de Janeiro, taking advantage of the fact that summer days had started in Brazil, unlike winter in London, and you would only need to catch a glimpse of him on the college campus when classes start again.

The only problem about that night was the sudden presence of Jacaerys Velaryon during Christmas dinner. Eldest son of Rhaenyra, Helaena's half-sister. Your ex-boyfriend.

"Where are you gonna spend the Christmas Break?" Jacaerys murmured without much enthusiasm while you were alone in the kitchen, finishing baking a pie with lemon cream, cornstarch biscuits and meringue.

You turned to face him across the room, the dark red turtleneck he wore matching perfectly with the black jeans and leather jacket of the same color. And especially with that dark, long wavy hair. You sighed, looking away and focusing on the oven again, despite answering him with another question. "Why you wanna know?"

You hoped that Jacaerys would understand your attempts to divert the topic so you could just ignore his existence, even though you knew he did not give up on anything very often, his little side smile proving your point. "Whoa... Don't be so rude, sweetheart. I'm trying to be polite."

"Well, I don't give a shit about your fake polite manner. I shouldn't even be talking to you more than necessary, actually." You murmured in a low but firm voice, standing up and putting the red gloves back on so you could turn off the oven and remove the pan from inside, the hot steam from the pie floating throughout the kitchen and collaborating along with the heater on the wall to warm up the natural cold of winter.

Jacaerys took a few steps, moving closer so he could look at the dessert as you placed it on the table. Even without saying anything, it was impossible not to notice his curious face, seeming surprised by how the pie looked good. However, he cleared his throat and teased you again.

"Aren't you mad that Helaena didn't tell you that my family was going to spend the holiday at her mom's house?"

His invasive question made you roll your eyes, taking the gloves off your hands and putting them back in place, moving around the kitchen to look for a lemon in the fridge and a grater in one of the cabinet drawers. With the object and the citrus fruit in hand, you returned to the table so you could start scraping the peel, small and thin yellow pieces decorating the top of the dessert now.

"Maybe. I wouldn't have come if she warned me."

Jacaerys lose focus on watching the finishing of the pie after your bluntness words, letting out a giggle. "Goddamnit, pretty girl. Still so freaky mad at me?"

You stopped decorating the candy, your hands clenching around the grater handle. "And that surprise you? That I'm still mad about you kissing that stupid bitch during your college friends' Halloween party?"

Jacaerys hummed at your aggressive sarcasm, the smirk playing on his lips while he leaned on the table next to you. "Not really. But I'm impressed that you admitted something like that to me."

When he leaned his face closer to yours, you let out the breath you had been holding since he placed his large, firm fingers on the marble. The woody fragrance of the Jacaerys' fancy cologne made you sigh slightly, your mind filling with memories when you felt that smell very often, especially lying on the bed with him.

You struggled to put the grater and the rest of the lemon on the table and Jacaerys took advantage of the fact that you had not moved away. You could have done it. You should have done that. You had promised to yourself that you would not fall for another Jacaerys Velaryon's stupid apology again. Not after what he did. Not after he kissed another girl at the same party you were at, just to piss you off over a silly argument.

"Stop overthinking, sweetheart. You're so gorgeous when you just understand that you belong to me." Jace teased, using the height difference to his own advantage, his tall body practically covering yours as he moved behind you, his face in your neck and smelling the perfume. "Fuck, pretty girl... You have no idea how much I missed you and your body."

You did not even say anything when he reached up to the medium-sized velvet red dress you were wearing, pushing the fabric with an almost irritating calm and moving his hand to the waistband of your pantyhose. As soon as he lowered it enough and ran his fingers through the lace of your panties, you finally let out a sigh. "We shouldn't be doing this, Jace."

Jace did not bother to answer at first, kissing the back of your neck and playing with your folds covered by your panties, eliciting a few weak whimpers from you until you repeated. "Jace, I said we shouldn't be doing this."

The boy snorted, the small warm gust of air near your face causing you to shiver, his large hand going to your chin and pulling it without much affection to his side, your eyes meeting now. "What shouldn't we be doing, sweetheart? Finally fucking a few months after our stupid breakup or fucking in the kitchen of Alicent Hightower's house, while my family and your best friend's are in the other rooms, almost no one knowing that their beloved guest is nothing more than a needy and dramatic cockslut?”

Your eyes widened at the accusation, knowing full well what he was talking about. "I-I'm not... I'm not dramatic. How can you say something like that? How can you think I'm the wrong one even after you cheated on me?" You exclaimed a little louder, and Jace rolled his eyes, the fingers that was holding your chin now covering your mouth, not worrying about whether or not it would stain your lip gloss. "If you hadn't pissed me off that night, so I wouldn't have cheated on you." You growled under his hand when he whispered in your ear, wanting to push him far away from your body, although his hand inside the lace that covered your pussy made any shred of sanity disappear from your mind.

“J-Jace, don’t…” You whimpered muffled and almost impossible to hear, your ass pressing against his crotch as you squirmed. "They'll hear us..."

"No one will hear us if you keep your pretty mouth quiet, sweetheart. But maybe some of them would like to hear or see you like this. I bet on my little brother Lucerys, the freshman has a secret crush on you. That's why he's always watching you in the college hallways." Jacaerys mocked, nibbling on your earlobe, the tip of his index and middle finger playing with your clit, going down to collect some of your dripping juices and moving his hand up to caress your bud again. "You're so fucking wet. Have you been like this since I came into Hel's house?"

You trembled at the teasing, your hands imitating what he had done before, gripping the edge of the table to keep your body steady without falling to the floor. Jace's fingers gradually increased the pressure and you moaned, trying your best to open your eyes, seeing the mischievous gleam in his brown eyes and the smile widening while he slid the same two fingers in and pushed them inside you without any difficulty. The tearful and loud moan that would echo through the kitchen was interrupted by Jace's mouth on yours, desperate and hungry lips kissing you without worrying about how messy the kiss was being.

Jacaerys was not someone who disliked wet and aggressive kisses, in fact he was totally into it. You knew about that since you dated him months before, so it was not a big surprise when his arousal began to grow inside his jeans, your ass rubbing against him to tease him just like he was doing to you.

"You fucking whore. Are you trying to make me cum in my pants?" Your skin crawled at the sound of his growling whisper.

Jacaerys bit your lip while you were still panting, only letting out soft whimpers when he increased the speed of his fingers and took the opportunity to rub his soft palm over your sensitive clit, making you see stars and moan his name one more time, mentally thanking the universe for Jacaerys loving being DJ at the university parties and know how to use his pretty hands very well.

At least there was something good about always hooking up with Jacaerys Velaryon.

Without taking out of you, Jacaerys pulled you towards the other door in the kitchen with his free arm, the one that led to the hallway stairs. For a moment, you looked at him in silence, confused but thinking he would take you upstairs and fuck you in the guest room. However, the boy let out a nasal scoff and pointed to the green and red mistletoe decorated at the top of the doorframe. Your furrowed seeing the Christmas ornament above your heads, but you did not have time to question anything, not when Jace fucked his fingers in and out of you.

The wet noises of your pussy being used by him was as lascivious as the sound of his tongue searching for yours again, tasting your mouth as if it were the best candy in the world. The moment you distanced yourself so you could lift your head and shake through the overwhelming orgasm that possessed your body, that was when you understood.

Jace kissed you under a mistletoe. And not just that... he also fingering your pussy and made you cum right there.

Taking a deep breath to calm your body and your mind about what happened, you opened your eyes, watching Jace licking one of his fingers creamy with your release. He smirked to you, a sticky noise echoing when his full lips stopped enjoying your juices. He did not care about your look of disgust and carefully slipped his other finger into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself as he placed soft kisses on your forehead. A false affection that you both knew would not make up for all the hell and toxicity that had been your situationship.

"You came hard around my fingers and under the mistletoe too."

"I noticed…" Your voice came out more breathless and grumpy than expected and Jace chuckled, caressing your soft cheek.

"You'll spend the next few days of the Christmas Break here at Helaena's house, together with me. Then you'll be my good girlfriend again when we get back to campus." It was not a question but an order, your eyes immediately widening, not knowing how you were going to explain that whole damn turn of events. Not knowing how you were going to explain to your best friend that you were giving in to Jacaerys as you had promised never to do again.

Running the tips of his fingers still dirty with your cum across the pie's meringue, he gave you one last kiss for now. "Happy Christmas Eve, my pretty girl."

[sbcdh]

"You saw it?"

"For a second. Yeah. I saw one."

"Start at the beginning."

"Hoo. Okay. Uhhh... It was 77. I think. I was air force. Or, hypnoengineering support staff contracted to help out around St. Louis."

"That's how you came into your supply of JVH-1"

"It was JVH-11 actually, and yeah, the fuckin, uh- the requisitions officer at Scott was an old buddy of mine. We used to fuck around in college before I, you know-"

"Yes I understand."

"I worked records for Sears-Roebuck, I had all the accounting expertise, as well as a ready supply of LSD."

"How did you start?"

"Oh it was easy at first. Really just selling off phials of the new experimental stuff to finance guys. They'd go nuts for the stuff, pay top dollar for it too. Hell, I could get 100$ for a milliliter. Made it easy to keep my contacts bought in and re-invested. Honestly I don't think the req office would even know that we were skimming if they weren't in on it.

But, you know how it is with hypnoregulation. Transchronological market data is worth it's weight in diamond. It started with the odd photo of a 2q-week readout, then biometric data, then, uh- then. Well, we decided to try it ourselves."

"You attempted full sub-finantial emmanation?"

"No no god no, what're you nuts? No, see. We figured if one person can meld their brain with the market, we just had to get as close as we could to that guy, and mark the twain, hypnologically speaking."

"Mark the twain?"

"Yeah, see, okay. A plutophant in full emmanation isn't like us. We exist at a single point in time, an R1 rational market actor. But they exist in multiple points in time, back in 77, I think the government could hit R6 with that analogue tech. Most people can hit R2 with a single hit of JVH-1, with practice you can hit R3, but anything higher than R3 takes a pretty serious support team. But here's the thing, I had a whole cadre of co-implicated members of a military grade hypnoengineering support team. All we needed was the space."

"The warehouse. Schaeffer Marble and Tile was it?"

"Bingo. See here's the thing. You know why the government had to start building those special regulation temples? It's not just for security. Once you crack the R6 barrier, Plutophants start leaving what's called a wake. You know, like a fuckin, uh, like a boat. They're imperceptible to normal people, but if you have sensitive enough instruments or, say, a person in the edge of sub-market emmanation.

See the government didn't know at the time, but if you balanced the drugs just right, and kept someone right on the edge of R4, you could actually read the plutophant's interpretations by their wake rather than their direct neurofeedback. It's not nearly as precise, but if you have a good team and you know what to look for, you can get some really, really valuable market data that way."

"And your co-worker?"

"You mean Mills? Fuck. Yeah...Mills. Right."

"Take your time."

"No, no I'm good. It's... It's uh, It's dangerous. Brains aren't meant to take that much JVH-11 all at once. We could stay on R4, but what we didn't have was a recovery team, or a medical team, or recon team. It was me, Mills, Israel, Connaught, and Marsh. The five of us were the only ones in the soup. Bruso was running the machines and Lasker was monitoring the readout."

"Can you tell us what happened?"

"Yeah. Yeah. It was a normal intrusion. Hypnogrid emmanation is pretty simple with our tech and support. Sedation was all green, hypnoinduction was green. Smooth as silk. Landed about 40 minutes from our work location. We had the codes from the IRSAW people that morning, all we had to do was maintain hypnoinduction for 40 minutes while traversing the colon and we'd be able to-"

"I'm sorry, colon?"

"Oh come on. Colon. Collective Unconscious. Col-Un. Colon."

"I- of course. Continue."

"Hey, have you ever been on a dive before?"

"Can we focus on your statement?"

"It's important. I need to know if this next bit is gonna make sense to you or not."

"I've undergone basic anti-intrusion training standard for IRS investigation task force officers."

"So you've done safe dives. White room? Castle training? Putting up the wall? All that jazz?"

"That's correct."

"Did they ever tell you why it's dangerous to perform off-site hypnoincursion in meta-unstsble hypnospace?"

"They did."

"Well they're lying...don't look at me like that. I'm not bullshitting you. They're lying...there's...there's shit out there okay? There's things out there."

"Mills?"

"Yeah. Mills. Uh..."

"Take your time."

"Yeah yeah. Quit interruptin me. Mills... Uh, yeah so we were T-Plus 30 into the dive. Bruso gives us a heads up that some hypnoflora is headed our way, but can't get a read on mass. Says we should steer clear, but we are so close. Israel had handled some hypnoflora before, so we weren't worried. But it was... I dunno. I can't explain."

"Do your best."

"Like. Okay. Meta-unstsble dives are fucked. They're acid trips. The St. Louis hypnoscape already doesn't look normal, but Scott Base looked like some kinda bastard lovechild of a medieval castle and a seashell, all twisting up into itself. The streets were a chessboard, and all the streetlights we're these tall kinda mannequin lookin' things holding a tiny sun in their hand. Everything is fucked, it's all topsy turvy. But it's okay, because it's meta-unstable hypnospace, its not SUPPOSED to be normal. And then there was a Red Sock."

"Like for the feet?"

"No. Like. In the middle of this fucked up dreamscape, there's suddenly a batter for the Boston Red Sox. He's standing there, maybe 50 feet away. He's got a bat in one hand and a mitt in the other, and he's just kinda walking towards us. Nobody really knew what to do. It didn't look dangerous, but something wasn't right. It didn't fit. We just kinda stood there, looking at the thing. Israel starts talking to Bruso, asking him what to do. Suddenly, Bruso is screaming at us, telling us to book it. He's screaming into the com, telling us to prepare for de-emmanation. Nobody knows what's happening. Israel is suddenly standing between Mills and the Red Sock, and..."

"Any information you can recall could be of use."

"It's...it's mostly feeling at this point. You ever been having a normal dream? Like, a good, normal dream? And suddenly you realize that something is really, really wrong? There's signs. For me? It's that the lights go out. Suddenly day turns to night, and something about this batter just makes me want to curl up and hide. Suddenly, moving through the world is like trying to swim through molasses. I try to run, but nothing moves, and everything is dark. The world is shifting. There's shadows under the bathroom door that can't be happening. A man who looks like Jesus. An old and terrible house and an old man with no name whose face I can't remember. The batter swings at Mills and she just...vanishes. Shes gone. Bruso pulls us out a second later."

"So this, batter killed Ms. Mills?"

"No."

"No?"

"No. We get out, she's comatose. Whatever that thing did to her, she was still in hypnospace. I gave her a hot shot of barbiturates. Her brain activity slowed to R0 after about 90 seconds."

[will-o--the-wisp]

smut under the cut // MDNI

Childe x male reader drabble

content warnings: amab reader, size difference (reader is implied to be smaller than childe), semi-public sex, dom/sub dynamics, blowjobs, spitting, tba.

crossposted on AO3

(Name) buries himself more into the harbinger coat wrapped around his shoulders, comfy dozing off in his seat next to Childe. He had decided to accompany his partner to his harbinger meeting, but tuned out not even halfway through, bored by the business chatter and occasional heavy discussions. 

The boredom, plus the fuzzy warmth coming from the coat that he had “stolen” from Childe, claiming that he was cold made it near impossible for him to not fall asleep, fighting the droop of his head with all his might. 

A hand sneaks to caress (Name)’s cheek, slowly pushing his head into a warm shoulder to rest there. It’s Childe, he realises, letting him rest as he focuses on the important talk. 

—

“Wake up, Котик '' The voice reaches his ears as Childe shakes him a bit, bringing him back from dreamland. He groans a bit, pushing more into the plush chair and wrapping himself tighter with the wool of the piece of clothing. “Cmon, the meeting is over” 

“Ugh, but I’m so comfortable!” He answers, voice heavy with sleep, but getting more aware by the moment. “Five minutes more?” He asks, voice pleading as he laces his fingers through Childe’s own, cuddling his hand. 

“Everyone left ten minutes ago, love” He says, freeing his hand from the grip and slowly bringing him to a standing position, which (Name) takes advantage of and turns it into a hug, pressing his face into Childe’s plush chest. Childe laughs a bit, coaxing him to start walking “Feeling cuddly, are we?” 

 They start walking through the halls of Zapolyarny palace silently, (Name) trying to wake up completely and Childe lost deep in thought. They twist and turn through the passageways, slowly but surely making their way to a wing of the palace (Name) has never seen before. 

Once he realises that he’s in a never seen before place, it’s too late to look around, as Childe has put one of his arms above him on the nearest wall, pushing (Name) into it and caging him with his body. The wall is cold where it connects with his clothed back, making him shiver, but he’s more worried about his partner. 

“Ajax?” He asks, awareness coming to him suddenly as his heart jumps, but stops with a swallow when he looks up. Childe is looking down at him with that exact smile he has when something devious is about to happen. “Ajax wha-”

“Do you remember your safeword?” Childe asks as he presses closer to the smaller man, making (Name)’s brain short circuit, the implications making his blood start to rush down south. 

“Wait Ajax, anyone could walk down the hall and see!” He starts, pushing on Childe’s chest to try and make space between them, but one stern glare is all that’s needed for him to stop resisting and drop down his head, blushing “Молоко?” 

“Good boy” Childe says, one of the hands caging him in dropping to ruffle his hair lovingly, adjusting the coat on his shoulders “Don't let it fall” there's a tone of warning as he speaks, making in clear that it is a demand, not a request. 

(Name) nods, squirming in place as his dress pants start to feel just a bit too tight 

“Now be quiet” Childe hisses, arousal clear in his tone. He kneels before (Name), one big hand on his hip so he's pressed into the wall. Childe's eyes are right on the price as he lifts his other hand to run one finger up the tent on (Name)'s pants. 

A full body shiver hits him, at the touch, muffling the start of a whimper with his hand at the last moment. The fact that they're doing that, in a semi-public place is making him  feel every touch ten times more. 

Childe lets out a malicious giggle in response, leisurely unbuttoning the other’s pants and pulling down the zipper, fiddling with the underwear just enough to let (Name)’s dick spring free. A sigh comes out of the smaller man's face, feeling the cold on the sensitive, flushed skin.  

“Someone’s eager huh?” Childe plays with the slit on the tip of the cock, bringing his fingers to his lips to taste the beads of precum with a smile. 

“Ajax” (Name) groans, throwing his head back at the filthy display “Don’t tease me please” He whimpers, heat creeping up from his neck. 

“I said to be quiet, Котик” Childe warns, his hand moving from (Name)'s him to wrap around his thigh, gripping firmly “But I’ll forgive you this once, just because you’re so cute”

Childe wastes no time after speaking, giving his dick a few quick pumps before securing it in place with his hand, his tongue tracing a line up the shaft slowly. “You taste so good my love, just as always” He says as the other whimpers, a cold hand a cold hand intertwining in his red curls. 

A heady whimper leaves (Name) as Childe wraps his lips around the tip, his tongue lapping at all the sensitive points he has memorised. His eyelids flutter closer as Childe takes him deeper and deeper, pressing his free hand to his mouth in an effort to muffle his moans of pleasure. 

It’s difficult to concentrate on anything else as the lips and tongue of his lover work to bring him pleasure, the wet heat making it impossible to realise just how quick he’s nearing his peak. Tears start to spring to his eyes once Childe starts to use his throat, it constricting around the tip of his cock deliciously. He wants to sink more into it, but the unspoken threat of punishment and the hand pinning his lower body to the wall make it impossible. 

Childe does know he’s near, as he is so attuned with the other's body that the grip on his hair getting tighter and the tensing of the other’s muscles is enough to make him aware. It doesn’t take much more to make him come, his back arching off the wall, a loud moan slipping off his lips. The pleasure is so thick in his brain that it feels like fire is burning through his veins, leaving nothing but trembling limbs in its wake. Childe sucks him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, until the pinpricks of overstimulation start to set in, making him cry out. 

(Name)’s legs are shaking so much from the overwhelming sensations that the moment Childe separates from him, they give up and he slides to sit on the floor, Childe’s fatui coat pooling at his waist, woozy. Childe pulls him into a kiss, feeling the salty taste of himself on his lover's tongue, making blood move to his cock again in a painful rush. 

“Open your mouth” Childe orders, one of his hands caressing his bottom lip. (Name) follows the command without complaint, opening his mouth and looking at the other through the haze in his mind. Childe observes him for a second and then spits into his mouth, his hand moving to (Name)’s jaw, pushing his mouth shut “Swallow” He continues with a smirk “Good boy”

The interaction has left him completely spent, so (Name) lets Childe tuck him back into his pants and start to carry him securely on his arms, nuzzling the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. 

“Baby I just realised” Childe starts, and even though he can’t see his face, (Name) knows there’s a wide smile painted in the other man’s face “The coat dropped from your shoulders baby, I might have to punish you for it”

(Name) groans, looking forward to the night's activities.

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What are the best games for a newbie hockey fan to watch to see that patented 1386 chemistry

ooh this was a fun one anon, thank you! this is more like, foundational (imo) games of the "this is nico's team now" era more than anything. but this did get. Very Long. so sorry about that lol

20 APR 2021 - NJD @ PIT: to me, really truly the start of a new era, couple games removed from moving zajac and palmieri at the deadline, in the middle of a 15-game (kinda, they had one win so like, is it really a win) losing streak. down 6-0 at the end of the second period they score 6 (!!!) goals in the third period and fall juuuust short of a comeback leading to this moment

29 APR 2021 - PHI @ NJD: the first of 3 games against philly because covid season was a fever dream individually great games from jack and nico but more importantly one of my favourite hughes to hischier power play goals of the season

19 OCT 2021 - SEA @ NJD: cursed jack shoulder injury game so like, maybe don’t watch it, BUT one of many captain games from nico, absolutely killing it once jack went down, played incredible defensively and kept the team afloat in jack’s absence

31 DEC 2021 - EDM @ NJD: honestly this game has everything (except defense)! jack goal! nico goal! dawson goal! jack ot goal! surprise hugs!

02 JAN 2022 - NJD @ WSH: the very first jack to nico overtime goal! against the caps! rejoice! (and sheldon keefe take notes)

22 JAN 2022 - CAR @ NJD: pride night game, jacknico(sevo) pp goal, post-win shenanigans, lots of them!

24 FEB 2022 - NJD @ PIT: 3 point games for both jack and nico, and 2 (!!!) power play goals, fun game, we love wins, we love pp goals, we love wins with pp goals

22 MAR 2022 - NYR @ NJD: of the ‘prom pose across the ice blown up into a mural at the prudential center where people now take couple photos’ fame. historic night for devils nation, and therefore the world. but also just. such a good game, made you believe in the team and the core (and then they lost 5 of the next 6 because they wouldn’t be the devils if they didn’t). top 3 hischier to hughes goals. the perfect game. obligatory fuck the rags.

28 OCT 2022 - COL @ NJD: second game of the 13 game win streak, we didn’t know what to expect and they gave us an absolute defensive masterclass from nico and a jack power play goal as a treat

disclaimer: not gonna put every game of the win streak here but like. you should watch all of them. just for the pure joy.

10 NOV 2022 - OTT @ NJD: another jacknico ot goal! i.e. things you love to see! truly bonkers overtime, if you don’t want to rewatch the full game just watch the overtime because akira subbed in with like 10 minutes left in the third, ice cold, held it down with ottawa pushing and played SO well in ot

17 NOV 2022 - NJD @ TOR: nico goal, jack ot heroics, and a little hurt/comfort, yknow, the good stuff

15 DEC 2022 - PHI @ NJD: my mind retconned this one as a win and turns out they did lose BUT it is a win solely for nico going after tk in jack’s honour, juicy narratives

07 JAN 2023 - NJD @ NYR: jack going nuclear, jacknico power play assists to jesper (big three goal!) +++ jacknico overtime goal which, okay, sevo scored the goal and neither of them got an assist on it but it’s the essence of it all. also burger king jerseys my beloved.

16–24 JAN 2023: the stretch from the sharks game to the vegas game where they were inexplicably red hot on the power play/6v5 and dougie’s shot was automatic and they put us through an absolute roller coaster. 

23 FEB 2023 - LAK @ NJD: hughes to hischier! with the net empty! with like 40 seconds to go in the third and then dawson gets the ot winner and it’s beautiful and life is wonderful and everything’s perfect.

25 FEB 2023 - PHI @ NJD: 2003 cup anniversary game! jack goal! nico goal! something something passing the torch, something something looking up at the rafters hoping that’ll be your name up there someday

22 APR 2023 - NJD @ NYR - GAME 3: jack power play goal pulling them right back into the series what a game what a time <3

28 NOV 2023 - NYI @ NJD: hughes to hughes to hischier power play goal, that’s family baby! also of course “nico is a horse” game because why be normal about your captain when you can do whatever jack’s doing.

09 MAR 2024 - NJD @ CAR: first jack to nico 5v5 goal! put it in the history books! One of the few bright spots from last season that’s hopefully gonna carry forward this season, jack and nico finally starting to click at 5v5.

22 MAR 2024 - WPG @ NJD: unremarkable in the grand scheme of things but so many power play goals, therefore so many jacknico moments, bon appetit <3

[phone4pills]

TINSEL TIGHT DAY 5

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ slow’s advent calendar! fingering, sub!matt, slight bondage, cumming without contact

Matt’s eyes followed you all the way across the room. I arching you take off your panties painfully slow. And what was he to do about it? Nothing. At least not with his hands tied up with the left over red tinsel from decorating the tree. He was sort of embarrassed, fully naked and waiting. But he wanted to be good for you. He promised.

You hummed, nearing towards the bed. “Aw, Matt… what’s the pout for?” You cooed, reaching a hand out to stroke his thigh. He whispered quietly in response, cheeks becoming red as he tired to fix his face.

“I- m’sorry. jus’ need it.” His eyes followed the movement of your hand climbing up his thigh to reach his crotch, thumb caressing his v-line. “Hm, need what baby?” He knew you’d do this. Force it out of him, despite how shy he was. How shy you knew he was.

“Need you…please.”

You climb on top of him, carefully positioning yourself above his cock. Your hands found the base, tugging it a few times. Already, Matt was feeling a high come on. You wanted to tease him, so you remained hovering above him and slowly moved your own fingers towards your pussy. You pushed one digit in, throwing your head back at the feel with a moan.

Matt was upset, hips pushing upwards to try and make contact with your flaps at least. But it was no use, and no matter how much he whined, you made him wait patiently like you wanted. When you pushed another finger in, Matt lost it. He begged you to let you feel him. To please yourself on his col and no with your fingers.

You kept going, even going so far as to draw a heart on his tummy with your own wetness. And you kept edging yourself, slowly driving the boy insane. “Ohh… fuck Matt! I’m gonna cum!”

He whined, shaking his head quickly. And he watched you almost fall apart on top of him. “Please please… I can’t take it! Please…” What he didn’t realise was how turned on he was, and when you came undone over his body, a knot formed in his stomach, loosening quickly.

Matt had cum untouched.

He was so unbelievably embarrassed. How pathetic of him to do such a thing. Immediately Matt made an attempt to hide his face somehow. However, you grabbed his chin, lifting it so he’s eyes locked onto yours. “I’ll give you what you want Matt. Only because you asked so nicely.” You glanced down at the mess he made all over himself. “And you’re all ready f’me too, aren’t ya?”

Hope you all enjoyed because I missed sub!Matt, this is so kinky but I wanted to have fun. Don’t wait for more of this, I need a break after what I just composed.

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[sleepyfawn444]

Speak up, Love. - Pt. 1

Miles Quaritch x fem!reader

Summary - Selectively mute!reader is an incredibly important scientist + medic who was killed while tending to soldiers in an active warzone before becoming a recom and getting taken under the wing of renounced colonel, Miles Quaritch.

Warnings - Explicit content, no smut, selectively mute + smart reader, sub reader, mention of blood (he spits blood into her mouth), fighting, alludes to bullying (Lyle to reader, other soldiers to reader), smut in future parts, petnames ‘sweetheart’, ‘darling’, and ‘good girl’ used

‘"they're simply jealous. Like the assholes earlier. They were jealous of you. I wished to speak to you, whereas I got disgusted by even looking at them."’

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Colonel Quaritch is wrapping up his orientation speech to the rest of the recoms, yourself included. Amongst the tall blue aliens all of you have found yourselves representing as, you are visibly smaller than most, if not the entirety of the crowd. Even in your human form, you would’ve seemed pitiful compared to them.

It would be easy for anyone here to portray you as inferior to them. You’re not a soldier. You don’t hold the rank they do.

You’re unimportant; simply a medic who was somehow trusted enough by your superiors to be present on a hostile planet, yet idiotic enough to have wound up fatally injured.

Very few, maybe even none, of these people are aware that given the incentive, you could end them without a second thought.

"Ah, Corporal Wainfleet. Good to see you again." The colonel says after wrapping up his speech, looking at the man next to you, Lyle Wainfleet. You've never even made eye contact with the guy, yet he dislikes you.

You’ve heard the way he speaks of you when he assumes you can’t. The way he degrades your work, your intelligence, you.

Lyle nods in respect, shaking Colonel Quaritch's hand as he stands and leaves.

"Ah." The colonel says as he steps to the side, leering over you as you look up from your seat. "Hello." He tilts your head up, his fingers pressing under your chin.

Your eyes narrow, but only slightly. Lyle halts in his tracks. He looks back towards your conversation, as do most of the recoms still in earshot. Hums and Haws start to slip from their mouths.

So, they’ve pinned you as an outsider then.

Corporal Lyle leans his weight onto the foot closest to you. He sucks in a breath. “She’s, um.. That is-”

The colonel leans back on the heels of his boots. He’s looking at Lyle through the corner of his eyes, not bothering to dull his harsh expression.

“I know very well who she is, Lyle.” His voice drawls on the other man’s name, his tongue running over his teeth as his inferior hurries to justify the stuttered attempt of an introduction that Col. Quaritch didn’t want nor need.

"She doesn't speak very often, sir.” Lyle offers finally, a smirk dancing across his lips as he finishes the sentence. “In all honesty, we don’t think she can, except for when she is displaying her quote en quote, ‘revolutionary’, scientific work.”

He laughs. “I think she might be too cowardly to face peoples reactions when she opens herself up to conversations that don’t affirm her high opinion of herself.”

The colonel raises his eyebrows at you, a soft expression of concern, his fingertips grazing your jaw as he turns away. "Hm, Lyle?"

"Yes, sir?"

“It would do you well to mind your own business.”

His eyes flick back down, returning his undivided attention to you, while lowering his voice for just your ears to hear. "Oh, I definitely know who you are. Would you be interested in, well I don’t know, proving your competence to your superior?"

As your eyes widen, you realise that it would probably be in your best interest to respond to him. You ought not to be disrespectful to your superior, so you move to nod in response.

If you speak, you will either embarrass yourself and attract even more attention towards you and the colonel, or you will try and your voice will simply not comply, humiliating yourself in front of one of the few superior officers who has not yet been properly acquainted with you, or your work.

Colonel Quaritch’s fingertips hold you in place, depriving you of a silent manner of response. You can hear his voice in your ears, despite it not leaving his lips. ‘If you want to say yes to me, you have to find a better way to do it.’

You open your mouth, your shoulders shaking in tune with your voice as it fails you. "Y- ye, I.. hm."

His fingers leave your face, taking pity upon you, allowing you the privilege to respond to him without losing any more decency than you have already, which if you consider it, may be statistically impossible.

As soon as he allows you the ability to move your eyes away from his, you do. You glue your eyes to the ground, giving a small nod. Noticeable enough to satisfy him as a response, yet not so frantic as to prompt mocking comments about your enthusiasm.

Muffled snickers make their way to your ears from across the room, and your heart falls. You had assumed that the colonel’s squad of recoms had left the room, or removed themselves from earshot at the very least.

Colonel Quaritch turns to face the group of recoms in the opposite corner of the room, his face twisted in irritation. Clearly, he is a man that doesn’t approve of being interrupted. "Don't you have somewhere to be?" He snarls, his hand resting on your shoulder. The group of eavesdropping soldiers quickly scatter, trailing off in the direction of the mess hall. If they are in search of food, they shall be disappointed. Any leftovers were likely cleaned away a while ago.

"C'mon." He commands, tugging on your shoulder. You stand, finding the height difference between him and yourself impressive. He must’ve been one of, if not the tallest in the room. There must be at least a foot between you. You could probably find his file somewhere, get his exact height. The colonel interrupts your train of thought, placing his hand in a fist around your wrist. It’s gentle, allowing him to have leverage without putting you in pain.

He leads you behind him through the RDA base, drawing attention with every step he takes. While you walk, - he walks, while you get dragged - You attempt to make it seem as if the staring is lost on you, distracting yourself by watching his tail slide along the back of his calf, every so often lifting up and swishing across the front of yours.

On your tippy-toes, you reach out and use your free hand to tap on his, very muscular, upper arm and grab his attention. He wouldn't notice you otherwise, you think. Even if you stood in front of him and stopped him from walking, he would simply shove you aside. The colonel seems to be lost in his own world most of the time. Not in the way you are, though. In a cocky way. He holds himself in a way that says 'I don't care what you think of me. I don't care about you, why should I? Do you care about the roach that crawls over your shoe? About the millions of ants you squash throughout your lifetime? You are nothing but a mere insect to me, why should you matter?'.

He stops in his tracks and turns to face you. If the two of you hadn't already attracted enough attention, you're gaining more by the second. "What is it?"

You raise your eyebrows and point ahead of you, careful not to accidentally gesture towards anyone. Where are we going? You want to know.

"Oh darl, I have heard legends about the way you fight, your insane talent in mere hand to hand combat that most men cannot equal with any weapon known to mankind.. You have no idea what I would've done to get you in the ring. Yet, you - for some reason - opted out of being a soldier.”

You nod with a smile dawning on your face, him slowly matching it with his when he senses the pride that he instilled in you. His grip, almost loosened to the point of letting you go completely, tightens again as you walk towards the gym. A path clears in the colonel’s wake, your eyes facing the floor to avoid accidentally catching anyone else's as you pass. The colonel slows as he notices your discomfort, swapping his grip on your wrist for his arm slung across your waist. You lean into him, as if when you get close enough you can melt into him and disappear.

He pulls you down a hallway with next to nobody down it, "Shortcut. Less stares, if that was troubling you." He glances to the side, giving you his eyes. You nod. You dislike the attention that Colonel Quaritch is drawing to you.

His grip on your waist loosens slowly, and eventually he lets you slip out of his grip and trail a few steps behind, likely because of the severe decrease in crowding around you. You glance up from your feet when the soft thudding of his footsteps disappears, to find that he's stopped in front of a heavy-looking door and is fumbling in his pockets.

You run your eyes over him, zoning in on a shiny ring hooked to one of his belt loops. Hanging from the ring are a few keys, and a square card that gives him access to his room. You presume he's looking for one of the keys that are resting against the fabric of his pants, and remove the loop from his body while he rummages through his pockets.

You take a few steps forward, slipping past the colonel, and kneel down to look at the keyhole. Colonel Quaritch steps towards you in wonderment as you slide in the door’s key. You turn the key in its hole, and receive the affirming click.

You pull the key out and step back to let the colonel open the door, but you forgot he was directly behind you. You falter from the impact of stepping into him, stumbling downwards, but his arms snake around your waist on instinct as your back hits his chest. You let out a sigh of embarrassment.

You try to resume your plan of moving back to the side and following Quaritch into the gym, but his arms tighten around me, holding you in place.

"Not yet darl. How did you unlock that?"

"You were looking for the key, and I saw your keys. I took the keys, then I looked at the keyhole and I matched the key with it. I was right about all of that, so now the door is unlocked. If you would let me g- g, g-"

"Wow. That was a bit of a breakthrough for you huh, sweetheart? That's a lot of words in a short time. Good job darlin.”

You move your hands around funnily to accompany words that will not come out, slipping out of Colonel Quaritch’s arms and turning to face him. The Colonel raises his eyebrows patiently, watching you, slightly amused. He gives you his tablet to type on.

You nod softly, your fingers immediately beginning to type.

'I don't really like speaking. I never have. Eventually I just became accustomed to staying silent. Sometimes I just can’t bring myself to get words out. I find it easy to speak about my intelligence though, except when I feel like I am going to be singled out for it. I like explaining the process of my thoughts. People don't like it when they can't understand things, I like it when I can help them understand.'

When you turn the tablet around to show it to him, he takes a second, making sure to read it carefully and correctly. He doesn't want to miss a word.

"I'm glad you can speak about your intelligence darl. I'm sorry that people single you out for it, they're simply jealous. Like the assholes earlier. They were jealous of you. I wished to speak to you, whereas I got disgusted by even looking at them."

The blood rushes to your face as the colonel watches you carefully, taking you in. He taps the tablet lightly, tilting his head. 'Do you have something to say?'

You take the tablet from his hands, staring at the tablet blankly, before shaking it to erase the previous writing.

'Thank you, Colonel Quaritch.' You type.

"Colonel Quaritch is long. Colonel is fine." He mutters, his eyes on the tablet.

You shake the tablet to erase your writing once again, raising your eyebrows and biting your lip as you type.

'Just colonel?’

"Yes."

You slowly hand the colonel his tablet back as he leads you into the gym. He goes through the door first, capturing any possible attention, dragging it away from you. You follow through after him, glad to find that there's nobody inside.

The colonel grabs your wrist again, and pulls you towards the wrestling ring in the corner. He stops halfway, positioning you in front of a punching bag, and supplying you with a pair of boxing gloves. He stands behind you, the sight of his shadow towering over yours nearly bringing you to your knees with the wish of sinking into the ground.

You pull on the boxing gloves and tighten them appropriately, and stand still while the colonel repositions you. He lays a piece of tape a few centimetres in front of your feet, and you bring a foot forward to rest the tip of your boot against it.

You try to buck out of his grasp when he places his hands on your hips, but he simply pulls you backwards and grips you tighter, fingertips already forming bruises. He tilts your hips at an angle, and promptly releases you. "Sorry, darl, but you have got to be tougher than that."

You nod, quickly and apologetically, while he steps out from behind you. He stands, on the edge of getting in the way, far enough to be safe from accidentally getting wiped out by the punching bag, but not out of reach if you happen to do it on purpose.

'Square up' he gestures, and you follow his command, lean your weight into your toes, and throw a punch. A hard punch. It could've been harder, though. Even so, the punching bag is flung into the air. You step aside as it comes back down, catching it as it swings past you. Having slowed it down, you release it, and let it fall back to its original position.

"Good girl," the colonel snarls, positioning himself behind the punching bag. He takes a few steps back, for his own safety.

You shift your weight ever so slightly, and take a second punch. To the colonel's dismay, you hold back, and the bag doesn't swing into his face.

"Don't do that."

"W-?" You tilt your head slightly

"Don’t hold back on me. I'm strong enough to take whatever you throw at me, darling."

You nod, punching again, as hard as you'll go, so the chain that's hoisting the punching bag doesn't break or come unravelled. The force of falling to the floor usually splits the bag open. It's happened before. Quite a few times actually.

Colonel catches the bag, almost half effortlessly. He throws it back. You punch it once more.

He nods slightly while catching it. "Good job." He passes it back, and you throw another perfect punch.

Catch, throw, punch. Positive affirmation. Repeat, repeat.

The colonel catches, throws, makes his way behind you, distracts you. You step aside, and Colonel Quaritch gets hit square in the chest with a punching bag. He stumbles back and falls to the floor. After giving a small, quiet chuckle, you walk over and kneel next to him.

"Sorry darl, that was my fault.." He winces. You tilt your head softly, giving him a patronising thumbs up. He rolls his eyes, and smacks your hand down. You cradle your wrist to your chest in overly exaggerated pain. "You can punch harder than that. We both know it."

You shake your head, calling his bluff.

"Oh darling. Stop lying to me. I was there. I know what you can do."

You scrunch up your nose, tilting your head to the side in confusion .

"I saw you knock down those punching bags. Every. Single. One. Every time."

Blood rushes to your face again, your cheeks flushing a deep purple.

"Yeah, there you go. You know what I'm talking about. You know you're proud of yourself. You should be sweetheart."

I nod quickly, waiting for him to get to the point.

"You know what I want you to do, darling. You need to punch it as hard as you can, you want to and you know it. You want to break it. Can you do that for me darl?"

You smile through pursed lips, an attempt of hiding your pride in your own strength. You bring yourself to your feet, positioning yourself in front of the punching bag. When you look towards the colonel for his approval, you find his gaze already glued on you. He nods affirmation, and you take a deep breath while getting into position. Shifting your hips, you squeeze your eyes shut. Once you open them, you let out a deep sigh, and throw your fist against the firm exterior of the punching bag.

You step aside, breathing in and out with relief as the bag circles the rafter it's dangling from. The chain, rusted, ancient, and distressed, gets halfway unravelled before snapping off. The bag slaps the floor beside the colonel with a loud thump, and fortunately without splitting.

The colonel rises to his feet, and once you pull off the boxing gloves, he shakes your hand. You gesture towards the ring and he nods once, sharply. Your hair brushes the insides of his thighs as you bend down to retrieve your gloves, and he takes a sharp intake of breath before getting a pair of his own. You slip under the bottom rope, and he climbs over the opposing top one.

You meet in the middle of the ring, and the colonel's voice softly counts down.

"Three, two, one-"

You throw a punch to his chest, and he's forced to take a couple steps back and regain his breath. He doesn't get the chance though, as you throw yourself against the ropes to propel a kick into his stomach.

He coughs softly, spitting a little bit. He places his gloved hands on your waist, and throws you onto the ground. He places one of his feet on your spine to flatten your back, and sends a kick bouncing off your skull. Your gloves reach above your head, grabbing onto his ankle. You tug it, and the loss of balance removes his foot from your back and brings him down to your level.

Jumping to your feet, you force a foot under the colonel's stomach, and flip him onto his back. You bring a knee to his stomach, leaning all your weight onto him. Colonel Quaritch squirms. sputtering, trying to shove you off of him. He eventually topples you, your head slamming against the floor. His feet outstretch, trying to push you out of the ring and onto the ground as he squirms. Once he realises his efforts are going to waste, it's already too late, and you’re straddling his stomach. While you send a punch to his nose, his hands come to your waist, ready to throw you off. You slam one of your hands to one of his wrists, but it's too little too late. The hand you assaulted goes to the ground, but his other one pulls you down with it. He climbs on top of you, making you whimper slightly.

He's crushing you with his weight. You tilt your head back onto the floor and scrunch up your face before you look back up to face him. You take in his features for a mere few seconds before his gloved knuckles slam into your right cheek, the left side of your face landing against the ground so hard that you’re sure there's a black eye forming. A drop of the colonel's blood falls onto your bruised cheek, and you look up to see the blood from his nose dripping into his mouth, and dripping off his face.

"Need a break darling? Too much?" The colonel chuckles, looking down at you condescendingly.

A smile dawns across your face, before you punch him in the eye hard enough to send it spinning for a full 360 in the socket. His smile matches yours, and so does his attitude. The colonel punches you in the chest, making you gasp for air. He takes the chance and spits his blood into your mouth. You gag, choking on his blood, and turn to the side to spit it out. Well, you try to, but his fingers stop you from moving. Before you get the chance to resolve it by just turning to the other side, his hand slips from the side of your cheek to under your chin, holding you in place.

"What a fucking bitch." He grunts with a chuckle, and you shake your head as violently as you can with your face in his grip. "No, darling. You are. Yeah, you are."

You glare up at him, your eyes holding his.

"I knew you were strong, but god, sweetheart. You are fucking magnificent. Swallow." He growls, the familiar snarl you’ve heard him use many times before seeping into his voice, and a drop of blood falls from his philtrum onto your bruised cheekbone.

You gather up saliva to return his blood and spit, but his hand slides over your mouth and forces your head down on the ground as more of his blood drips onto your face.

"Nah, darling. Don't do that." He lets your head come up slightly, just to bring it back down to the ground, somewhat gently.

Your gaze softens as his hardens, and you reluctantly swallow, the metallic taste of blood sticking around as it usually does.

"Hm." He chuckles. "Good girl. Good girl."

You squint your eyes at him in anger, quickly flipping him on his back. Kneeling one knee next to him, you bring the other to his crotch, and strike as hard as you can. Once. Twice. Thrice. Four times. Fi-

He grabs you by your collar and hoists you up to face level, making eye contact with you. He doesn't want you to miss a word he says.

"You cannot win, darl. You're strong. You might be stronger than me. But I am smarter, and I am bigger, and I am faster. I am purely better than you darling, and there is nothing you will ever be able to do about it."

You like the colonel in the ring. He thinks the way you do. He's cockier, yes, but that's because he thinks he can win. And he will. He's like you, you think you can win anything that you want to. You don't think you want to win this.

You don't like most people, but you like Colonel Quaritch. You like the colonel from the hallway, the person who gave you a voice and listened to every word it said. You like the colonel from the punching bag, the guy who fed your ego, was interested in your strength, was cocky enough to stand behind your punching bag. The guy who was strong enough to take it. You like the colonel in the ring, the dickhead who got blood all over you, who thinks he could win if you didn't want him to, who says what comes to mind without hesitating about if it's going to hurt you. It doesn't, by the way. He might be able to hurt you, but his words can't.

He wasn't incorrect, per se. He is smarter than you, but only tactically speaking, your job isn’t to win the war, it’s to make sure he can. He is bigger than you, his height is much, much larger than yours. The span of his shoulders is too. As is the size of his muscles. You don't think he's faster than you, but you’ll get the chance to find out. You memorised his room number. You could challenge him to a race, presuming he has any free time. But he is not using any of his superior properties, he is trying to outdo you in sheer strength alone. He could crush you if he wanted to, squash you like a bug in under a minute without so much as a second thought. But he doesn't know how to. You must show him.

You blink, slowly, encouraging him to make a move against you, give himself an advantage. The colonel looks you over a couple times, analysing your weak spots, questioning how to defeat you. Finding stability by wrapping your hands around the ropes bordering the ring, you hoist yourself up to sit atop them. You bring your hands to your chest, and throw a few weak, less-than-half hearted punches into his.

"Wh.. what are we doing here. Are you bored with this? Are you toying with me? You can punch harder than that. A lot harder than that." The colonel snarls, his frown deepening with each word.

You shrug, your legs growing restless, swinging back and forth, landing soft kicks above his knees every so often. He takes a deep breath, getting increasingly irritated, before pulling off his boxing gloves and lifting you from the ropes to the ground.

"What do you want." He sighs defeatedly, dragging his tablet out of his pocket and handing it to you.

You start to type.

'You can defeat me. I am inferior to you, but for some reason you are trying to outdo me in the area I excel in. I am as strong as you, but you are more tactical. And you are taller, bigger. If you wanted to squash me, you could. If you commanded me to lose, I would. If you had thought for two seconds before pulling out the hotheaded soldier who spewed his hormonal blood-saliva cross contamination into my mouth, I may respect you a bit more. Colonel.'

Once he takes the tablet from your outstretched hand, his eyebrows practically shoot off his face as he reads. Shaking away the writing, he slides the tablet into his pocket before giving you his full, undivided attention, which is accompanied by piercing eye contact.

"Big move, calling me hotheaded, the very second after explaining exactly how easy I would find it to 'squash you' like a bug. Oh and sweetheart," He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning slightly closer to you, as if trying to hear something you were going to say.

"Judging by the way you get all flustered and purple when I lean over you, the way I am now, I figure you shouldn’t be so high and mighty over my 'hormonal cross contamination' being inside of you so much." As he pulls back, one of his hands reaches out to cup your cheek as he tilts his head and examines you. He removes his hand from your face and stands back, semi-weary while awaiting your response.

You extend your hands, asking for help with removing your boxing gloves. You move slowly, to not threaten him or provoke him to lash out violently. He raises his eyebrows, and his fingers go to the velcro on the gloves. You nod, pushing your hands out more "can y- pl-"

"Yes darl. I've got you."

He removes the gloves from your hands, velcroing them together. He repeats the process with his own gloves after picking them up from the floor, then he slips under the ropes and places both pairs back on the stand.

You trail a few steps behind him, like a lost puppy. You figure that now that you’re done with him in the ring, You should feel free to go. You should probably return to your quarters, and stretch and nap or something, on your own. It would be comforting to be alone after having so much attention drawn to you. To go relax in your room, with nobody able to bother you.

But, for some reason, you'd much rather stay here, with the colonel. You find some sense of.. calmness, and pleasure, in following his footsteps, like a ghost indebted to him.

He halts in his tracks, turning around to face you. You tilt your head to the side, questioning his sudden stop.

"Give me back my keys."

Oh. You fish into the pockets of your cargo pants, and retrieve the hoop that has his room card and keys dangling from it, holding it out by gripping his keycard. The colonel snatches it from your hand.

"Why are you still here? What do you need darlin?" He murmurs, hooking the keys back onto his belt loop.

You shake your head, you don't need anything. He nods in understanding.

"You're dismissed." He commands.

You give a small bob of your head in acknowledgment, and return to your quarters.

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[apocrypals]

Is there a way to tell which Latin words derive or are borrowed from Ancient Greek?

There’s no one simple way other than of course learning Greek, which may or may not fit your definition of simple

One trick is to look for certain letters or letter combinations that are not common in Latin outside of transliterations from Greek. Y and z are almost exclusively used in Greek loan words, and ch, ph, and th are often indicators of a Greek word, but not invariably so. A native Latin word is not likely to start with a letter combination like pn, ps, mn, or even just x. K is in the Roman alphabet pretty much only because of Greek, but even then the Greek kappa is usually transliterated with a c.

There are also some endings that signify a Greek origin and often lead to a noun having an irregular declension pattern. These will typically be names, but nouns ending in -os, -as, or -e in the nominative singular are probably Greek. -on usually gets Latinized as -um when borrowed, but not always, and that’s a good sign of a Greek loaner.

You can also familiarize yourself with common Greek prefixes and other word elements, which is probably the most helpful thing to do.

All of these come from Greek:

amphi- (Latin equivalent is ambi-)

ana-

anti- (Latin contra-)

apo- (Latin ab-)

cata-

dia- (Latin per-)

dys-

endo- (Latin intra-)

epi-

eu- (Latin bene-)

ecto- (Latin extra-)

hyper- (Latin super-)

hypo- (Latin sub-)

meta-

para-

peri- (Latin circum-)

syn- (Latin con/com/col/cor/co-)

Hope that at least gives you a small start!

[nanamiscocksleeve]

Hi ,pls can u do Dom/sub with kusakabe please

Yes I can! Last one! We did it! We made it through Kinktober!

Dom/sub

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"On your knees."

You obey and drop to the floor, the tiles feeling cols against your naked skin. Your mouth waters at the sight of cock, veiny and pulsing with need.

"Suck it. Be good." You open your mouth obediently and let him slip the hard column of flesh into your mouth. You try to take as much of him as you can but your throat tenses and you choke. Atsuya pulls out, a disappointed look on his face.

"Tch...thought you were better than that. Present yourself to me." He chuckles when he sees your eyes light up like he was about to reward you. "Oh don't get the wrong idea. I'm not giving you my cock."

He waits until you're on all fours, ass in the air and showing him your pretty little hole, wet and delectable. "Stay." Atsuya walks away briefly and returns with a large silicone dildo. He suctions the broad base onto the tiled floor right under your pussy and drizzles lube on it generously.

"Get yourself off on that. Hopefully your cunt can take more than your mouth."

The command in his tone has your core clenching and you slowly lower yourself onto the dildo, gasping at the stretch and letting it fill you satisfyingly. You start to bring a hand to your clit to help get you off but are caught off guard as Atsuya roughly spanks your ass. You squeal, the flesh turning red at the contact.

"Did I give you permission to touch your clit? I said to get yourself off with the dildo." He kneels in front of you and yanks your head up by the hair. "Such a pathetic little slut. Can't even take basic orders." He spanks you a few more times and you whimper and sob. When he finishes, your ass is branded with his hand prints. Pitifully, you start to ride the dildo.

"If you don't want a plastic cock, then learn how to suck off a real one." Atsuya squeezes your cheeks together. "Open. And don't stop fucking yourself."

You open your mouth and let him fill the wet cavern again, this time controlling your breathing much better than the last and he manages to get almost to his base. You give your hips a wiggle as you try to bounce on the dildo.

"Better." He pulls out, strings of spit connecting his tip to your lips. You start riding the dildo earnestly now, feeling your thigh muscles burning from the effort.

He roughly brings a calloused hand up to your hardened bud, peeking out from your folds, rubbing it with force. You cry out in delight and pick up your pace. You feel your vison growing hazy as sexual need takes over your movements.

"Why are you taking so long? Cum you stupid cunt." He slaps your clit and you shriek as the pain and pleasure mixes in the little bud. It pushes you into overdrive and a gratifying spasm of pleasure shoots through your pussy and fills you with the ecstatic feeling of orgasmic delight.

[dollivication]

Need to know if I'm not the only one who thinks Vergil is into femdom? Like, he just seems like he'd be into that-

I would write some small scenario type thing but I am not good at writing femdom XD All I know is that Vergil definitely wants a woman to come show him how it's done ;⁠)

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OH,,??? I ACTUALLY HSD A FEW THIUGHTS ON THIS NOT TOO LONG AGO… KISSES UR FOREHEAD… UR COOKING ITS OKAY

cw: nsfw

no because laik i SEE whatchu mean.. zont get me wrong, his obsession with power DOESS tend to get in the way and influence more dominant traits—but on the chance that he MANAGES to CALM thee fuck deown on his lil hunt, there’s zefinitely some underlying desire to get absolutely FOLDED IN HALF by a woman

at first he’s a lil hesitant abt revealing such a thing;; he has never quite been stripped of power like that or in general really! you’ll probably have to do a lot of convincing before he actually ever lets you take the reins,, and— hey!! are you being gentle?? stop that, he doesn’t need your dumb reassuring words, he’s not made of glass yu kno >:(!!! fucker is a pretty demanding sub…

but he quickly shuts up when you shove your fingers in his mouth. that’s new—he’s stumped, doesn’t know what to do or how to react, until you tell him to suck.

it’s ridiculous, it’s unbecoming of a son from the sparda bloodline—and yet he proceeds to suck on your wedding and middle finger, coating your digits in his warm saliva. he may gag a few times, but he’ll do his best to stifle the sounds, not wanting to appear as if he couldn’t take something as simple as your fingers down his throat.

..the weakness vergil feels as of now is a different type. not the familiar type where the need to fight back in order to survive is triggered. instead, it’s something intoxicating. even if his eyes get a bit watery, even if his breaths grow staggered, there is something so safe about you, it makes his entire mind go muddy and his body pliant.

have you casted some type of magic on him? is that why he feels the need to obey your every word? he doesn’t even realize he's laying on his back as you thrust your pussy onto his face, using his tongue as a dildo and tugging at his hair to redirect him as if he were a misbehaving, leashed canine.

how humiliating. but the most common betrayal is that of the body—his cock stirring at how you treat him so carelessly, the blush-red tip already drooling. you taunt him, and while he usually has some sort of comeback at the ready, his words fall flat this time, rather using his tongue to savor the taste of your dripping cunt.

…once the time finally arrives, vergil isn’t sure if he should or shouldn’t feel proud at how he manages to take the strap-on so easily, his cock jolting at the slightest of movements. his asshole clenches around the silicone, hair in disarray much like the rest of him.

slap his ass until the mark of your hand can be seen in a faint red, dig your nails into his thighs until you pierce the skin and draw droplets of blood. it’ll coerce a few groans and grunts out of him, growls being the most prominent sound apart from panting.

watching you thrust so ruthlessly into his asshole with your breaths fanning his face, your voice murmuring faux jeers, whilst the fake cock forces itself into his depths time and time again—is just enough for vergil to grunt out your name with a wavering tone, squeezing his eyes shut as pain and pleasure blur together. he lets out the tiniest gasp when your hands force his head back, prompting him to arch his back like the common street whore.

vergil’s cock spurts out thick ropes of cum, each falling onto his rapidly rising and falling stomach and chest. he’s somewhat dizzy, in disbelief that he could actually let someone take control of him like that.

there is, however, no repulsion.

he feels you move again, your lips suggesting—No, promising— the gift of a collar around his neck with your name on it. your other hand goes to his throat to provide a demonstration of the future collar’s strength, slowly and carefully cutting off a safe amount of his oxygen with your grip.

…vergil opens his eyes, and his cock hardens and twitches with need once more.

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UWA HELL I GOT CARRIED AWAYUHHMM.. can u tell i am super passionate abt vergil….;;

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Ultimately Fucked

Paring: Colby Brock x Sam Golbach

Summary:

Colby woke up rock hard, his hips rocking desperately, seeking friction from the mattress underneath him.

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“Cole, if you need to take care of your…erection you can you know that right?”

Warnings:

Smut!, Mature themes, mature language, Masturbation, Light Dom/sub dynamics, needy!colby, sharing clothes, Colby has a nipple piercing, come swallowing, no plot, Use Of Colby's Real Name (Cole) By Sam a few times, Mizpah Hotel

Notes:

the girls rode to & from the hotel in a different car to Sam and Colby

Word Count: 0.9k

Date Written: 28/02/24

Colby woke up rock hard, his hips rocking desperately, seeking friction from the mattress underneath him. It took a minute for Colby to get his bearings, where he is Colby immediately stilled his hips.

Well it seems that Evelyn/Miss Rose Does like him. Colby doesn’t know now how he feels about that. Colby decided it’s not a good idea to get off while she might be watching. Colby’s dick throbbed at the loss of contact but he pushed up out of the bed & ignored the race of his pulse, the heat pooling low in his gut & making his way to shower.

Even after Colby got out of the cold shower he’s still rock hard as he was about to give in the urges Sam knocked on his door

“Cole you awake?” Sam's voice came slightly muffled through the door, “yeah, come in,” Colby called out, and Sam walked in. “We'll check out in 10 then we’ll get breakfast before heading home.” Colby slipped into his jeans regretting bringing them with how sensitive his body felt.

“ Can I borrow your shirt, the ribcage one?” Colby knew if he wore his own he’d be in pain from his nipples rubbing against the rough fabric all day. “Sure” Sam left the room.

Colby hoped that when they left the hotel his arousal would disappear the thought of being hard in his jeans the whole drive home made Colby groan he wouldn’t be able to handle that

“Here” Sam tossed Colby the shirt. Colby bit back the whine that threatened to leave his mouth & embarrass him as the shirt rubbed over his sensitive nipples as he put the shirt on

“You ok man?” Colby looked up at Sam from where he sat on the bed.

“I think miss rose took a liking to me” Colby grimaced “she…” sam’s eyes widened “no we didn’t but i woke up horny as fuck & my everything is sensitive as shit, i can’t move without getting horny” Colby confessed, sam’s cheeks turned pink “i think she has a thing for you because i don’t feel different than normal” sam shrugged.

“I don’t know how i’m going to survive 4 hours in the car’ colby ran a hand over his face “hey, it’ll be ok it’s probably the Lady In Red screwing with you” sam assured “ that’s what i’m hoping it is” colby agreed” if you need to i’ll drive and you can rest in the back & you can rest in the back” suggested, resting a hand on colby’s shoulder, a shiver ran through him (cole)

“Hey guys we checked out” Amanda called as she walked into the room “cool, i guess than it’s food time” Sam smiled brightly.

Time Skip: In The Car Like Sam suggested, Colby is laying down in the back seat, cock rock hard from the car’s movement Colby laid on his back trying to hold in the noises that wanted to escape.

“Cole, if you need to take care of your…erection you can you know take that right?” Sam commented, sick of watching Colby suffer, not being able to help him.

“Are you sure?” Colby's voice is deep & gravelly from arousal. Colby sat up so that he could see get a better look at sam’s face although he couldn’t see it through the rearview mirror “yes i am sure, whatever you need to feel better man” sam kept his focus on the empty highway in front of them to give colby some privacy to jerk off

Colby unbuttoned his jeans, pulled his boxers down & started stroking his cock a few times, moaning at the feeling, colby’s cock already dripping with pre-cum from being so hard for so long “fuck that feels good” colby ran his thumb over the slit causing his hips to jump forward, cock throbbing into his hand.

Colby’s left hand trailed up his torso to play with his nipples , he tugged at the barbell there “god fucking damn it, forgot how good it feels to stroke my cock” Colby muttered, whining as he rolled his nipple between his fingers. Colby’s fingers rubbed at his frenulum (the vein under his cock).

Colby could feel himself get close. He wished he could edge himself but he can’t with Sam in the car.

“Does it feel good when you play with your nipples?” sam asked in a shy voice, colby jumped slightly having forgotten that sam is listening

“Yeah, the. Oh fuuuuuck just like that, fuck. The percings make my nipples super sensitive especially…oh yes…fuck when i first got them” colby sped up the pace on his cock only being able to think about close he is to cumming & how good it’ll feel once he does

“So you like them played with & sucked on” sam teased lightly “yes, oh yes love hem being sucked on, pinched, pulled on or bitten, anything just need them touched” colby moaned, his silver ring rubbing against the underside of his cock in just the right way, then he’s coming all over his hand as he rode out his orgasm.

Colby’s eyes are closed, his jaw slack with pleasure. Sam’s jeans suddenly feel a lot tighter than they were before a quiet moan leaving his lips at the sight.

Colby’s eyes slowly opened & he looked straight at Sam through the rearview mirror, a smirk slowly forming on his lips. Colby didn’t break eye contact as he licked his hand clean; a whimper left Sam's mouth as Colby's soft, pink lips wrapped around each individual finger, his tongue swirling around it, making sure his cum was all cleaned up. When he’s done he winks at Sam then lays back down and fell asleep.

It was a long time before Sam's cock settled down.

[allecram-me]

Oggi a Berlino è festa nazionale, sono tutti partiti per un weekend lungo. Io vedo questo giorno libero, grigio ma non troppo, come una piccola cattiveria del tempo, del mio tempo qui che non so benissimo come sfruttare, anche se ci provo. Ho comprato questa busta di tabacco il 19 Settembre e durerà ancora qualche giorno, il che significa che sto andando egregiamente bene sul versante nicotina, fumo di meno. Devo consegnare la tesi di dottorato il 15 Ottobre, il che significa che non sto messa proprio bene, dovrei usare questo giorno libero e non troppo luminoso per starmene a casa col nasino nel pc, non dico manco di voler fare un buon lavoro - che senso ha, adesso? - ma un lavoro qualunque, perché questa sigla di tre lettere vicino al mio nome io me la merito, anche se non so fare proprio proprio un cazzo, o così mi pare stando qui insieme a tutte queste fantastiche persone che evidentemente sanno quello che fanno, e mi sa pure che molti di loro siano sulla carta meno skillate di me. Che ipocrisia l’istituzione, ma stando qui ho ancora l’impressione che ci sia speranza - io, speranza. In questo momento.

Ho scritto a Linda un messaggio incoerente - io, comunicazione incoerente. Ma è pur sempre la fotografia di questo momento. Le ho comunicato che Valerio è morto e che io sono qui. Le ho detto “Ehi, non so se voglio parlarne, forse devo parlarne, ma forse parlarne mi farà crollare ed io mica adesso me lo posso permettere…”. Le ho detto che l’abbraccio perché so bene che dopo aver saputo di questa notizia avrà pianto per me. Il mio rapporto con la mia psicologa è piuttosto atipico, per quello che da psicologa so, ma il punto è anche che siamo colleghe. Questo mi fa venire in mente il fatto che ci sono nella mia vita tutte queste situazioni in cui le persone inquadrano la nostra relazione attribuendomi un ruolo di competenza, ma secondo me io questa roba qua non la so raccogliere molto bene. Tipo come qui a Berlino, dove parlo con tutti i gradini di questa gerarchia che mi è comunque oscura partendo dal presupposto che siano tutti intrinsecamente migliori di me, e si vede che lo faccio. Mi viene in mente che forse loro si aspettavano che questa esteemed foreign researcher sarebbe venuta a portare competenze, a mettere qualcosina sul piatto. Ed io che ho messo? Sorrisi gentili, mille “don’t worry about me”, il mio racconto da pazza detached di un lutto così recente ed enorme da essere francamente inappropriato. Qualcuno penserà che sono pazza. Io lo penso, forse mi ossessiona un po’. Sub-clinicamente, per ora. Una psicologa ha le competenze per dirle, certe cose.

Martedì ho presentato una vaga idea di quale sarà il mio lavoro di questo mese alla consueta riunione del team. Due slide mediamente colorate, un sacco di punti interrogativi. Sono una persona onesta, questo è innegabile. Mi hanno chiesto di fare cose che non so fare, ma se fossi in grado di impararle al volo sarebbe tutto ok. Nella mia esperienza è così che si fa questo lavoro. A breve però questo mese qui sarà finito, e che ne sarà di me? Dovrò dare un significato alla frase “Valerio è morto” che dico tanto spesso, dovrò tornare nell’unico posto dove so per certo di non voler essere, con una persona che esercita del potere su di me, e che io semplicemente odio. Da quando Valerio è morto ho scoperto una spinta a vivere che non credo mi appartenesse, deve essere stato una specie di contagio tipo quell’episodio di Buffy (o era Streghe? O forse tutt’e due?) in cui quando la persona impossessata moriva l’entità invisibile si rintanava nel corpo vivo più vicino. Quando Valerio è morto ero di sicuro il corpo più vicino. Mentre gli tenevo la mano deve avermi passato quel qualcosa che tanto non gli sarebbe servito più, quella testardaggine che lo ha tenuto aggrappato a questo mondo fin quando noi non abbiamo deciso che per lui era finita. Sarebbe così sensato. È così romantico. Valerio è morto. Io ancora no. Devo imparare delle nuove competenze per essere all’altezza dell’ossigeno che consumo.

[estsmutxx]

Plot:Colson says he can't make it to your birthday party due to him being on the road

Parings:Y/n x Colson

Warnings/tags:drinking,partying,smoking,smut,dom!colson,sub!y/n,oral (female receiving),etc

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Colson had just called you,telling you he wasn't going to be able to come to your birthday party.You were disappointed to say the least,but you knew he was busy. You sat on your bedroom floor,brushing through your hair. You were already ready,you just needed to touch up your hair and then wait for your friends to get there. Your phone buzzed and you picked it up to find a text from Colson.

"Have a good time,i'll call you when the party's over.I love you." It read,you replied with "I love you too."

You slid your phone back in your pocket then walked outside where your friends were getting out of their cars. "Hi,Y/n!" A couple of them shouted. You smiled at them. "Hi!" You responded,letting all of them into your house. Ten of your friends were there,not including their plus ones. You were planning on going out to the bar for your birthday but Colson not being able to come made you want to switch your plans and just hang out at your house with your friends.

After you all sat down you turned on your music and poured everyone a drink. You did a toast,then talked to your friends over the loud music.

A couple of hours went by of drinking and dancing and you and your friends walked out to your back patio. You lit a blunt,passing it around to your friends. "To 31." You said,taking a hit. Your friends all cheered and clapped as you inhaled the thick smoke. You coughed slightly,passing it around the circle. "What's up,yn? You seem off." Your friend Mel said. "Nothing i'm okay. I just wish Colson was here." You said.

"Don't worry about men!" You have us." She said. "I know,thank you guys for being here." You smiled,waiting for them to pass back the blunt.

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Your friends eventually all left,it was now pitch black out. You were rubbing makeup remover on your face as you heard your front door slowly unlock. You turned away from the mirror then walked out to the living room where you saw Colson standing in the door frame. His hair was messy,his curls almost covering his eyes. "Colson? I thought you couldn't make it." You said. He brushed his fingers gently against your cheek,kissing your lips. "I made it here." He said.His hands went to either sides of your waist,his fingers slowly wandering around your body.

"How was your party?" He asked,playing with a piece of your hair. "It was good,missed you though." You responded,his lips inches away from yours. "I missed you more." He said in an almost whisper,his breath coated in a cigarette smell. There was something different about him today,different about his touch. He was touching you and talking to you like he craved you. "You look good." He said into your neck.

Every word he said sent shivers down your spine. "Colson.." You mumbled. "Mhm?" He asked,his hands slowly trailing up your dress. "Why are you teasing me?" You asked,one of his hands wrapping around your thigh.  "It's fun,is it not?" He responded,his lips slowly starting to suck on your neck. "Col,you know i'm sensitive." You said,your body shivering with pleasure.

"I know.I need to taste you,though. Have to give my girl her first birthday gift now don't I?" He spoke. You nodded,giving him complete access to your whole body. "You might hate the teasing,but you'll thank me for the pleasure." He said. His voice was raspy,and you loved it. His fingers went to your lips,parting them. He gently put one of his fingers in your mouth,the cold metal of his ring hitting your tongue. "Mm." You groaned around his finger. "Good girl." He said,pulling it out of your mouth. "Should we go upstairs? Should I finally give you what you want?" He asked. "Yes,please." You immediately said back.

He spread your legs,putting them on either side of his body as he carried you upstairs to your bedroom.  He laid you down on the bed,hovering over you. His blue eyes stared into yours,making you excited for what he was about to do to you. "I bet you missed my touch when I was gone,huh?" He said. You nodded. "Tell me about it." He said,spreading your legs and lifting up your dress as he pulled your underwear down.

His fingers immediately went to your clit,your wetness covering his fingers. You let out a shaky breath,desperate for friction. "Col,please." You whined. He pulled his fingers away and you soon felt his tongue flicking over your clit. "Fuck." You moaned,your hand going to his curls. He sucked on your clit,his warm tongue starting to feel familiar again. Your eyes forced themselves closed,your legs becoming weak as he sucked and sucked.

You knew you wouldn't be able to last another second with the way he was licking you and sucking on you like he hasn't tasted you in years. "Col." You moaned,your head falling back harshly against the pillows. "I can't hold it,i'm gonna cum." You whined as you finished on his tounge. He swallowed every single drop then slowly pulled himself away. "You taste so fucking good." He said,his lips going to your neck. "I love you." You said,out of breath. "I love you." He repeated back,his fingers tracing over the hickeys he just left on you.

He ran his hand through his slightly sweaty hair then he helped you sit up and sat next to you. He pulled your dress down for you then pulled out a small box from his jeans pocket. "I bought you a little something for your birthday." He spoke,his voice slightly deeper with each word. He opened the box and revealed a sliver chain with a small "c" charm. "Oh my god. It's beautiful." You said,still catching your breath.

He held your hair up,carefully putting the necklace around your neck. "It looks so good on you." He said with a smile. He pulled his hoodie sleeve up,showing a silver bracket around his wrist. It had your initial on it. "Now everyone knows i'm yours and you're mine." He said,pressing his forehead against yours as he kissed you. "Happy birthday baby." He spoke.

[neptuniadoesstuff]

what’s runic magic in CoL? :0

Runic Magic is sorta a weird mix of elemental, physical & spiritual magic. Able to either manefest/create objects OR enchant a item.

It existed way before Animus did (in my wof universe) & it has a few sub sets. One of them being the psyche based one, which may or may not evolved into the Animus we know today- (but at this point it literally became it own thing that we really can't call it Runic anymore can we?)

As forit consequences of using it. Here's the thing, there's only consequences IF YOU USE IT FOR EVIL! Which is why a lot of tribes (especially the Gaiawings) have strict rules about it.

Now it isn't truly powerful, but if used correctly, it can be. But it can be powerful in 2 ways, helpfully or... dangerously...

Also objects enchanted by/created by Runic-born dragons are referred to as "Runes" & there's a few types of them. Here's the ones currently: Elemental, Spiritual, psychological, & physical.

Psychological Runes are considered as "threats" & are SCRICTLY to be handled by trusted individuals. Anyone who DARES uses ANY Psychological Rune for evil will be considered a terrorist & thrown down into the pits of the dammed.

Thats... kinda it ig? Idk this concept has been with me for awhile since my screb days & recently I just stated to make lore for it.

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Kinkmas: Day 5

Day 5 - Training

Word Count: 1,527

Pairing: soft!dom!Colin Zabel x sub!fem!Reader

Warning: Slight praise kink, sex toys, smut, anal play, edging, mutual masturbation

Summary: You finally convince your boyfriend to give you what you’ve been wanting for a while and he delivers.

Colin was always a busy man, working all day to keep the world a more protected place for others and being the natural hero he was. So when he told you that he’d be off work for a week, you took it as a miracle and an opportunity to do everything you missed doing in your relationship. He had been surprised, to say the least when you made him shop for sex toys with you, arguing that it was for whenever he didn’t have enough energy. When the two of you got home, you kissed him and practically forced him to walk to the bedroom.

“I didn’t think you missed me that much, Y/N. What do you have planned?” You smiled as you put the different sex toys you picked on display. “Well Colin, I noticed you were kind of tense and stressed today. Which, I understand because it is your first day back. So, I wanted you to take all of that out on me today and see what I can take.” He stayed quiet for a moment, his eyes raking over you. “I don’t want to hurt you.” You walked to him, putting your head on his shoulder. 

“You’re not going to, Col. You remember what we went over that one day you were home about what my safeword will be and things like that?” He nodded. “I’m gonna use them if I can’t take anymore. This is to make sure you aren’t stressed, okay? I want to help you and have some fun out of it while I’m helping you.” He smiled and nodded. “Okay, okay. Only because you said so.” You loved how he was doing this to make you proud but also to get some help. He understood you and he said he wanted to spice things up instead of the vanilla sex life he was used to. 

He was slightly afraid that he wouldn’t do well but when he looked into your eyes, he could see that it didn’t matter to you. “So, you can boss me around now. Don’t just stare at me.” He sighed before hugging you and kissing your cheek. “I want you to strip naked for me and lay on the bed.” You nodded and started to remove your clothes. You saw him walk over to the drawer and look at the toys that were presented. He started to sort them out, moving some to the left and keeping the others in their original area. When he was finished and you were laying on the bed naked, he pointed to the toys that he kept in their original place. “These are the ones that I plan on using on you just for today.”

You looked at where he pointed, your eyes widening at the items. “You are comfortable with that, right?” You nodded. “Yes, I am. It’s just a lot of stuff, Col. Damn, how long have you been thinking about this?” He smiled shyly and looked at the ground. “A few weeks maybe?” “You could’ve told me, babe.” He shook his head. “Pretty hard to do when you’re working on cases and paperwork all the time.” You laughed lightly. You saw him remove his coat and unbutton the buttons of the shirt he’d been wearing before letting it drop to the floor. He grabbed a dildo and tossed it on the bed. He then grabbed some lube from the dresser and looked at you. 

“You don’t mind anal play, do you?” “No.” He walked towards you and flipped your body over. He put some lube around your hole before he slipped in a finger, making sure you were stretched out enough. He then took the butt plug he had and put some lube on it too. He then slipped it inside of you, listening to your breath hitch. “How does it feel?” You couldn’t find words to describe it. “It feels okay, kind of weird but not a bad weird, a good weird.” He flipped you back over.

“I want you to use that dildo and masturbate while I watch and I want you to look into my eyes while you do it.” You were speechless at his words. You weren’t used to him saying such explicit and descriptive things. You did as he asked, watching as he stood further away from you and looked him in his eyes. You grabbed the dildo and sucked on it. Once it was covered with your saliva, you placed it under you and slipped it inside. You were on your knees with your legs spread far apart as you started to bounce on the silicone toy, wishing it were Colin. 

His eyes were focused on you, the fabric of his pants now straining against his very apparent hard-on.

You felt the pleasure build up as you continued, your walls repeatedly clenching. Colin read your body like a book, his eyes looking over the lewd sight and watching as you were just about to tumble right over the edge. “Now, remove the toy from yourself.” You stopped immediately, your eyes on his and your face looking like the one of a scolded puppy. “Col,” you started. “Don’t make me spank you.” You reluctantly did as he asked, catching on to what you were training your body for. “I know that holding off your own orgasm is difficult but you will get a reward at the end of all of this. You just have to be patient.” 

He took the dildo and placed it somewhere for cleaning, bringing a vibrator bullet to you along with the remote. “Use this on yourself the same way like you did with the dildo and keep it powered at the minimum pace it can go. If I see you orgasm, you’ll have to ride my thigh and you won’t get to have sex with me at all tonight.” You wondered how Colin was already doing so well at being dominant considering that he’d never done this before. You took the bullet and the remote, enjoying the low vibrations on your clit. 

It felt as if it wasn’t enough, making you wish to use your fingers also but you knew Colin let you. You did your best at being patient, looking at your boyfriend as he finally unzipped his pants. Your mouth watered as you watched him strip naked. The tip of his cock was an angry red, leaking pre cum. You wished to suck him off badly and you watched as he started to touch himself at the sight of you. You were drawn closer to your climax from the action. “Col,” you moaned out, almost like a plea. “Yes, princess?” You started to squirm on the bed, almost tipping over the edge but stopping the bullet completely. “Please let me help you,” you said. “No, this is about you, not me. You can focus on me another time.” 

He did the same with the remote and bullet as he did with the dildo. You saw him grab another toy and you could tell that it was anal beads. “Lay on your stomach and touch yourself for me. I want your fingers to go as far as they can, okay? Don’t hold back but don’t cum.” You started to bring your fingers inside of you as deep as they could go before curling them. Soft moans escaped from you and you felt the butt plug being slipped out of you and replaced with something else. You moaned when you felt different sizes of the beads inside of you. “You’re doing so well, princess.” You felt yourself clench from the praise.

Your legs trembled and you were close. “Col-Colin, mm.” You did your best to hold it off and after a few minutes, you were told that you could stop. You felt the beads slip out of you then you were turned onto your back. Colin was standing in front of you, a smile on his face as he looked at you. He got in the bed, positioning himself between your legs before slipping inside of you. He started slowly, aware of how sensitive you were from edging yourself. He kissed you with such tender love and passion that you felt you might pass away then and there. 

With a few more strokes, you finally met your high at his command. He brought you down from it, pulling out of you shortly after and placing a kiss on your cheek. “You did so good, baby.” You saw him get up. “Colin,” you called. “Yes,” he turned around to look at you. “You didn’t--” “I know, I know. I told you this was about your pleasure. I’m about to clean these and I promise I’ll be right back.” He kept his promise, getting in bed with you as soon as he was finished. You laid on his chest, cuddling with him. Your hand slid down to feel his semi-hard cock and you smiled at him. “I said--” “Hush, Col. I know what you said but you deserve some pleasure too. Don’t argue with me.” The day went on just like that, you both pleasing one another.

[lucewyre]

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Ad-, A-, ambi-, anti-, an-, auto-, ante-, at-/att-, atti-, atto-, arch-, ab-

Béné-/bene-, bien-, bi-, be-, by-, bri-/bry-, bre-, bacteri-

Contre-, contra-, cir-, circum-, co-, con-, cy-, cyber-, centi-, col-, com-, counter-, cae-, cent-

Dé-/de-, dés-, demi-, dis-/dys-, deka-, deco-, deci-, dia-

Éx-/ex-, en-, em-, el-, exter-, extra-, exa-, eco-, ecco-/echo-, equi-, entre-, enter-

Fore-/for-, fri-, fre-, fal-, fento-, fent-, fenti-, femto-, fila-

Giga-, geo-, go-/gho-

Homo-, het-, hima-, hyper-/hiper-, hypo-/hiper-, heca-/heka-, hecto-

In-, il-/ill-, im-, ir-, inter-, intra-, infra-, intro-

Kilo-, krys-/kris-, kes-, kryp-, krypt-, krypto-

Mis-/miss-, mal-, mé-, mes-, mid-, mono-, micro-, macro-, mega-, mila-, milli-, multi-, mor-, mau-, malus-

Non-, ny-, nano-, neo-, nor-, nun-, no-, not-

Over-, out-, omni-, or-, ow-

Pro-, post-, pre-/pré-, poly-/poli-, para-, peta-, pico-, pseudo-, per-, prae-, pos-

Re-/ré-, res-, ris-, retro-, red-

So-, sou-, super-, sur-, semi-, sub-, sal-, se-, sous-, sotto-, sobre-, seudo-

Trans-, tri-, to-, therm-, tera-, tele-

Un-, under-, uni-, ultra-

With-, well-

Xeno-

Yotta-

Zetta-

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