#yes i'm a bit drunk.... but what's a fellow to do

[kyunniebuns]

˗ˏˋ Jinwoo x Fem! Reader ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ ˎˊ˗

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

・┆✦ Entry : 045 ✦ ┆・

╰┈➤ ❝ [ Only If You Say Yes ] ¡! ❞

Jinwoo was the type of boyfriend who never forced himself on you. He was too much of a gentleman you can't help but think maybe you're the toxic one in this relationship.

But he wouldn't give you the opportunity to let it sink in on how good he treats you because he would just bombard you with lovely kisses and gifts.

In the past, he always lacked the funds and time to spoil his precious beloved. Now that he has the means to shower you with luxury, how could he not?

Your lovely and brilliant smile would always be the first memory that plays in his head whenever he feels like burnout and exhaustion is about to swallow him whole. Those precious eyes of yours that never failed to glimmer like twinkling stars are in his mind as he pushes through a hard labor day.

His beloved's face that is like a tender flower blooming at the peak of springtime, his lover's blinding unparalleled beauty will never cease to make his heart stop.

So how could he, a man who is nothing more than a fool in love, not treat you tenderly as if he is handling the more fragile piece of gem?

Every single thing about you is so loveable.

The elders say that the honeymoon phase of a relationship comes and goes quite fast, but Jinwoo begs to differ.

He never really got out of it.

Nor is the fool willing to change his ways.

After all, would you really call it love if you can restrain yourself?

"Sarang, careful there" Jinwoo cooes gently, holding your hand as you curiously took one step in front of the other while playing atop a fallen log. "We wouldn't want you to be hurt."

"I'll be fine, my boyfriend is the scariest hunter after all!" You say proudly, like a proud puppy showing off its toy plush.

"I'm not that scary," Jinwoo hums, the corners of his eyes curling.

"You beat up Thomas Andre like a thug, are you not scary?" He immediately laughs nervously, embarrassed to hear his troublesome history with the fellow hunter.

"...It was justified, sarang, he pissed me off"

"Mhm," You skip, landing playfully on the ground with a soft thud, "So like a thug."

"Sarang...." Jinwoo sighs, relenting in this small banter knowing you will probably not shut up unless he gives in.

And that was the thing about you, you made Jinwoo instantly obedient. Sure, he always considered being polite with other people before but on particularly bad days, he secretly spat and cursed at those people while maintaining an insincere half smile while doing the facade. With you? You can bully him all you like and he would still love you.

Arguements? Rarely ever happens because he is always wrong unless we're talking about safety.

Why is there a need for a fight? Just tell him and he'll correct himself immediately.

Jinwoo just wants to devote himself to you.

That's all he wants.

To see you happy.

"Jagiya?" He calls out, gently tucking a strand behind your ear. "Can I hug you?"

"What's with that question?" You raise an eyebrow but still stretch your arms out for a hug.

Jinwoo's strong arms would immediately.

"Nothing just..." Jinwoo sighs, burying his nose on your hair to inhale the lovely scent he can never grow tired of. "Feeling a bit clingy."

"You know you can always hold me whenever" You say, rubbing his back which prompted the hunter to hold you even closer to himself.

"I don't want to make uncomfortable" He chuckles dryly, "What if I hold you while you're not feeling it?"

"You holding me will always make me happy"

"I still want to ask," Jinwoo smiles, kissing your cheek affectionately. "Just because"

"Jinwoo, you're being sappy, you can't even get drunk yet you're acting like you're drunk" You say, pinching the man's cheek which earned you a soft bite at your digit.

"Well... I cant blame you for saying that" He simply says.

He just wanted to cherish you, really. He really does. The trauma of war can never really be taken out of his system. It's only through you and his family that he can feel sane. If it weren't for that, he would as well be a hollow shell of a human being forced to be a vessel of war by his predecessor.

So don't blame him for being a bit weird sometimes.

He's just a little fucked up in the head after the war.

He'll come around.

But Jinwoo will always, always, cherish you.

꒰ 🪼 A/N: I am still in the process of having writer's block so please excuse this very bland story qwq. I'm mind blocked with Jinwoo and I feel so overstimulated. I might do different characters for now until I get my woowoo juices back. For now, please forgive me guys qwq꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ — All stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[ghostsandguns]

141 as EMT maybe?👀

I'm in love with your firefighter au!!

YESSS I love this idea! Thanks for sending it in 🩷 Firefighter!141

Your head pounds, each throb sharper than the last. It's dark, and a cold sense of confusion grips you���you're not sure where you are. Suddenly, someone's voice cuts through the haze. ''Hey, can you hear me?''

Yes.

Where are you? Why is everything dark?

Oh. Your eyes. They're closed.

Open them. Open them. Open them.

Forcing your eyes open, you're hit by the blinding flash of sirens, their harsh light overwhelming your senses. What the hell happened?

Everything is a swirling blur, the nausea twisting in your stomach. The blurry shape that's been talking to you gradually comes into focus—a man with a worried expression etched across his face. ''There you are. Had me worried for a second'' His tone is light, but you catch the undercurrent of concern. ''Do you know where you are?''

You hesitate, your thoughts sluggish and scattered. ''I think...I was driving home...''

As you speak, he nods, his gloved hand reaching up to gently touch the side of your head. The contact sends a sharp sting through you, causing you to flinch and pull away. He gives you a soft smile as he apologises, his gaze shifting back to the wound. On his shirt, you notice a name tag reading ''Kyle''

''Alright, love,'' he says, grabbing some of his medical supplies, ''you were hit by another car at the intersection, and you struck your head against the steering wheel. We're going to need to take you to the hospital to examine you further and get you some sitches''

''Hey! Let me go!'' The shout catches your attention, and your eyes dart past the man to the chaos unfolding behind him. Your car is there, parked on the side of the road, its side sporting a massive dent. Lucky you...

A disheveled man, clearly intoxicated, is surrounded by two officers—the taller of the two holding him in the air by the back of his shirt as the man continues to trash and shout. Standing beside him, his older-looking colleague is slightly shaking his head, assessing the situation with his hands on his hips.

''You fuckin' idiot. You could've killed someone, getting behind the wheel with your drunk ass,'' the blonde officer spits out, shaking the man a bit and effortlessly dodging his feeble attempts at swinging. His fellow officer, apparently having seen enough, pats him on the shoulder, nodding toward the patrol car.

''Don't mind those two,'' Kyle states, answering your questioning look as he continues to clean your wound.

As the drunk driver gets cuffed and shoved into the back of the patrol car, the older officer notices you staring and begins making his way toward the ambulance. He gives Kyle a nod of acknowledgement, the kind shared between old friends.

''She alright?'' he inquires, giving you a quick once-over.

''Nothing too bad, '' Kyle replies, finishing up his work. ''She'll need stitches, though. Johnny and I will take her to the hospital. You can take her statement there, once we're done''

The officer hums in agreement before extending his hand, ''I'm officer Price. I'll see you at the hospital then.'' As he turns to leave, he glances back with a smirk. ''If it makes you feel any better, the bastard won't enjoy his time with my partner,'' he chuckles, then heads back to the car.

Kyle carefully helps you into the back of the ambulance, guiding you to sit beside him while making sure you don't lose your balance. Just then, the driver turns around, flashing you a wink. His ridiculous mohawk stands out on top of his head as he grins. ''Alright then, lass. Let's get ye patched up''

[youngsadlesbian]

THE DRUNKEN DANCER — wanda maximoff.

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

summary: at a party with the avengers, wanda sees you drunk for the first time.

a/n: hope you like it. english is not my first language, so i'm sorry for any mistakes.

word count: 2k

warnings: just the reader being a funny and dancing drunk as the title suggests.

The Avengers Compound was bustling with activity. It was rare for the heroes to have a moment of respite, and tonight was one of those rare nights. Tony Stark had thrown one of his infamous parties, complete with music, drinks, and laughter echoing through the halls. The air was filled with a sense of camaraderie and celebration.

Wanda Maximoff stood near the edge of the dance floor, nursing a glass of wine as she watched her fellow Avengers unwind. She felt a warm sense of contentment as she scanned the room, her eyes finally landing on you. You were her girlfriend, and she adored everything about you. But tonight, you seemed... different.

Usually, you were a bit reserved at these gatherings, preferring to stay on the sidelines and engage in quieter conversations. But not tonight. Tonight, you were in the middle of the dance floor, moving with an exuberance and lack of inhibition that Wanda had never seen before.

Wanda's eyebrows shot up in surprise as she watched you twirl and laugh, completely immersed in the music. She took a sip of her wine, trying to make sense of this new side of you. As the song changed to a fast-paced beat, you and Sam Wilson—who was equally animated—started a spontaneous dance-off.

"Wow, she's really letting loose tonight," Natasha Romanoff said, sidling up to Wanda with a smirk.

Wanda chuckled. "Yeah, it's... different. But she looks happy."

Natasha nodded. "It's good to see everyone having fun. We don't get to do this often."

Wanda continued to watch, her amusement growing as you and Sam engaged in increasingly ridiculous dance moves. It wasn't until you both started a twerk battle—complete with exaggerated hip movements and laughter—that the realization hit her. You were drunk. Very drunk.

"Oh my god," Wanda muttered, half to herself, half to Natasha.

Natasha raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Wanda shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. "She's drunk. I don't think I've ever seen her like this."

Natasha laughed. "Well, it looks like she's having a blast. Go join her."

Wanda hesitated for a moment, then set her glass down and made her way to the dance floor. She navigated through the crowd until she reached you and Sam. The two of you were in the middle of an enthusiastic twerk-off, drawing cheers and laughter from the onlookers.

Wanda gently placed a hand on your shoulder, trying to get your attention. "Detka?"

You turned to her with a wide grin, your eyes sparkling with joy and mischief. "Wanda! Come dance with us!"

Wanda couldn't help but laugh at your exuberance. "I think you've had enough dancing for now."

You pouted playfully. "But I'm having so much fun!"

Sam, still dancing, leaned over and grinned at Wanda. "Don't worry, Maximoff. I'll keep an eye on her."

Wanda smiled, appreciating Sam's good-natured reassurance. "Thanks, Sam. But I think it's time for us to take a break."

You sighed dramatically but allowed Wanda to lead you off the dance floor. As she guided you to a quieter corner of the room, you stumbled slightly, giggling.

"Wanda, did you see me? I was dancing like a pro!" you exclaimed, your words slightly slurred.

Wanda chuckled, shaking her head. "Yes, I saw. You were amazing."

You beamed at her, your happiness infectious. "I love you, Wanda."

"I love you too, detka," Wanda replied, her heart swelling with affection. "But I think it's time for some water and maybe a break from the dancing."

You nodded, leaning into her for support. "Okay, but only if you dance with me later."

Wanda smiled, wrapping an arm around you. "Deal. But first, let's get you some water."

The next morning, you woke up with a pounding headache and a mouth as dry as the Sahara Desert. Groaning, you rolled over in bed, squinting at the bright sunlight streaming through the window. Your head felt like it was splitting open, and you had a vague sense of dread about the previous night.

Wanda was already awake, sitting beside you with a glass of water and a gentle smile. "Good morning, sleepyhead."

You winced at the sound of her voice, even though it was soft. "Morning... What happened last night?"

Wanda handed you the glass of water, watching as you drank it eagerly. "You don't remember?"

You frowned, trying to piece together the hazy memories. "I remember going to Tony's party, and then... dancing?"

Wanda nodded, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Yes, you were definitely dancing. Quite enthusiastically, I might add."

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. "Oh no. How bad was it?"

Wanda laughed softly, stroking your hair.

"You were having fun, Y/N. It was nice to see you let loose. But there was one moment that was particularly... memorable."

You peeked through your fingers, dread growing. "What did I do?"

Wanda's smile widened. "You and Sam had a twerk battle."

Your eyes widened in horror. "We what?"

"A twerk battle," Wanda repeated, clearly enjoying your reaction. "In front of everyone. You both were surprisingly good at it, too."

You groaned again, flopping back onto the bed.

"Kill me now. I can't believe I did that."

Wanda leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "It was actually pretty adorable. Everyone had a good laugh, and you seemed so happy."

You sighed, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and gratitude. "I'm glad I didn't do anything worse."

Wanda's expression softened, her eyes filled with love. "You didn't do anything wrong, Y/N. You were just enjoying yourself. And it was a side of you I hadn't seen before. It made me fall in love with you even more."

You looked up at her, feeling a wave of affection wash over you. "Really?"

"Really," Wanda confirmed, her smile warm and reassuring. "Now, let's get you some breakfast and some aspirin. You'll feel better in no time."

You nodded, grateful for her understanding and support. "Thanks, Wanda. I'm lucky to have you."

Wanda helped you out of bed, guiding you to the kitchen where she had already prepared a hearty breakfast. As you ate, she filled you in on the rest of the night's events, painting a picture of laughter, friendship, and unexpected dance battles.

As the day went on, you slowly recovered from your hangover, thanks to Wanda's care and attention. You spent most of the day lounging around the compound, avoiding the knowing smirks and teasing comments from your fellow Avengers.

In the afternoon, you and Wanda decided to take a walk around the grounds. The fresh air and sunshine helped clear your head, and you felt your spirits lifting.

"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you last night," you said, glancing at Wanda as you walked hand in hand.

Wanda shook her head, smiling. "You didn't embarrass me, detka. I was just surprised. It was actually nice to see you having so much fun."

You smiled, feeling a warm sense of relief. "I guess I did have fun. It's just... I don't usually let myself go like that."

Wanda squeezed your hand. "Maybe you should, sometimes. It's good to let loose and enjoy the moment."

You nodded, appreciating her perspective. "You're right. I'll try to remember that."

As you walked, you talked about the party, laughing about the different moments and the antics of your friends. It felt good to share these memories with Wanda, knowing that she understood and accepted you, even at your most uninhibited.

Later that evening, as the sun set, you found yourselves back at the compound, sitting on the porch and watching the sky turn shades of pink and orange. You leaned against Wanda, feeling content and at peace.

"Thank you for taking care of me," you said softly, resting your head on her shoulder.

Wanda kissed the top of your head. "Always, detka. I'm here for you, no matter what."

You smiled, feeling a deep sense of gratitude and love for the woman beside you. "I love you, Wanda."

"I love you too," Wanda replied, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "And I'm looking forward to many more adventures with you, whether they're as wild as last night or as peaceful as this moment."

You laughed, feeling a sense of excitement for the future. "Me too. With you by my side, I know anything is possible."

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Drunk

Ruben, on his way to pick up a drunk Y/N 😅

Ruben picks reader up after a night out with her friends, and the two of them get into a slight argument.

Enjoy!

"I'm drunk."

"Yeah, I figured."

You didn't have to wait long outside of the club before Ruben's car pulled up. He was there to pick you up just minutes after you hung up the phone.

"Did you circle around the block?"

"Maybe...."

"Ruben."

"What?" He pushed the car to a start and drove away. "I know you would need me as soon as your friends got picked up by their boyfriends. Let's just call it me being one step ahead."

"Yes, but their boyfriends don't drive a prosche with tinted widows and a license plate that says "TREBLE" on it."

Ruben grinned behind the wheel. The one grip he had around the steering wheel, shifting it slowly from side to side, did something to your insides.

"What?"

He caught you staring.

"Nothing."

"No, tell me. Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Well, if you most know...." You paused to hick up. "Fuck."

Ruben laughed.

"It's not funny."

Another hick up. Ruben's laughter increasing.

"Stop it, Ruben, it's not funny."

"It really is. How much did you have to drink tonight?"

"A lot, so slow down the car if you don't want me to ruin it."

Ruben did so with ease. Pressing down on the breaks with his foot, smoothly slowing down the vehicle. "Like that?"

"Much better." Your head fell back against the headrest. A sigh.

"How's Tina?"

"Ugh." You groand at the mentioning of the reason for your troubles.

"What?" Ruben's eyes left the road.

"She's the one that got me this drunk, you know."

"On purpose?" A dent appeared between his brows.

"It's not like you think."

"No? Because it sounds pretty bad."

"Yes, but she knows guys don't hit on me anymore, so she wanted to have a singles girls only moments with me while the other girls—"

"But you're not single." Ruben's eyes had returned to the road. However, the look on his face was still intense.

"No, I'm not single, Ruben." You placed a calming hand on his lap. "But like I said, guys don't hit on me anymore, so Tina saw it as an opportunity for the two of us to enjoy ourselves. Which we did."

"Why don't guys hit on you anymore?"

You sighed at the fact that that seemed to be the only thing that Ruben got out of what you just said.

"Y/N?"

"Huh?" Your thoughts had drifted. Clearly, to Ruben's annoyance.

"Why don't guys hit on you anymore?"

"Well, duh. I have a boyfriend, don't I?" This was half the truth. The truth was that you used to be a bit of a party girl in your younger days. Younger, meaning before you started seeing Ruben. Your favorite go-to place used to be the club you were just at tonight. The Varsity. You and your friends used to go there all the time at university, so much so that you started getting your own reputation amongst your fellow club goers. But that reputation remained only at The Varsity. However, your friends would bring their friends, which included guys looking to party. And soon you had admires from all over Manchester city, coming to find you where you spent most of your nights, on the Varsity dance floor. Luckily, your reputation died out once people found out that you were dating Ruben Dias. Too many people started making preassumtions about you without having met you, which made it harder for you to make friends these days.

"Why do I feel like you're not telling me all there is." Said Ruben, his eyes still pierced on the road.

"Please baby, don't be mad."

"I'm not mad." He said. However, the rest of the ride was spent in silence.

Once you arrived outside of Ruben's flat, he made sure to round the car and hold the door open for you. You had taken your heels off in the car, and so to protect you from stumbling upon something sharp, Ruben had picked you up and carried you inside bridal-style.

"Baby." You blushed. "You can put me down in the elevator, I'm not that drunk."

"Fine." He slid your legs back onto the ground. And for some reason, the way he had done it, with such stiff mannerism, felt just like a punch in the gut.

"Are you hungry? Do you want me to cook you something to eat?"

"No, thank you. I think I'm just gonna hop in the shower and go to bed." You mumbled as the two of you stepped into Ruben's tidy apartment. It was dimly lit at this hour, the city lights twinkling outside of the windows.

"Alright, I'll be right there with you. I just have to prep my meals for tomorrow."

"Okay." You made your way down the hall towards the main bathroom. However, just upon entry, you changed your mind and slid into Ruben's bedroom since the shower inside his joint bathroom had the best water pressure. You decide to wash your hair while you are at it, taking the time to wash away your sins.

It felt like you had done something wrong enjoying a night out with your friends. You understood Ruben's frustration with you being careless with your alcohol consumption, but never did you think he would judge you for that.

"I brought some Gatorade."

"God, Ruben, you scared me."

"Sorry." He chuckled.

You had stumbled out of his bathroom with a towel wrapped around yourself. Ruben was sitting on the edge of his bed, near the nightstand that held a bottle of strawberry Gatorade, along with two white pills.

"For your headache....tomorrow." He said.

"Right...."

You made your way over to his closet, grabbing one of his t-shirts to wear for bed. Your mind was less foggy after your shower, realizing that Ruben bringing you Gatorade was probably his way of wanting to ease the tension between you.

"Thank you." You turned around quite swiftly, in a way that left Ruben raising his brows. "For the Gatorad, I mean. And the pills...for my future headache."

His smile warmed your heart. "If you drink your Gatorade, I bet it won't hit as hard."

"Yes, sir." You saluted and to Ruben's amusement made your way over to the nightstand, grabbing the bottle of Gatorade, however struggling with its lid.

"A little help, please." You handed the bottle over to Ruben, who efortlessly spun open the lid.

"My hero." You said before grabbing the bottle, tilting half of its content into your mouth. It wasn't the classiest thing to burp once you finished, but mind you that you were still a bit tipsy.

"Time for bed?"

Ruben nodded. "After you."

He let you crawl into his bed and under the covers. There, you sat back and watched your boyfriend undress. Ruben draped his shirt over his head, revealing a firm set of washboard abs.

"A strip tease. Just for moi?"

Ruben chuckled, his jaw sharp under the dimly lit room. He turned the lights on completely after dropping his pants, folding the neatly in his closet before joining you in bed.

You clung to him immediately, invading his side of the bed like a real cover hog. You kissed his face, his nose, and then his lips. Ruben's stubble tickled your finger tips, however, you groaned at the fact that he wasn't returning the love back to you.

"Not tonight baby. You need to rest."

Please, I'm not even that drunk." You said, "Besides...." Your hand slipped in between the sheets, revealing Ruben's secret. "I know how much you want me right now."

Ruben grunted with your touch, your hand squeezing his groin, challenging his self control.

"I'd let go if I were you."

Or what?" You said, nipping his lip with your teeth.

"I'm warning you Y/N."

"Yes, warn me before you punish me."

Ruben cock strained against the fabric of his underwear, growing stiff in the palm of your hand.

"Please, Ruben I need you inside of me."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yes." You sighed, your voice high pitched.

"How about I used my hands instead."

"Yes, your hands, your dick. Anything Ruben, just fuck me already."

His large hands joined yours under the covers, slipping under his t-shirt that you wore, resting at each side of your hips. "Are you ready for me, baby?"

"Yes, Ruben I'm—" You screamed. Ruben's hands squeezing your hips, shocked your very core, knowing damn well that that was your worst tickling spot.

"Stop it Ruben, I...can't...breath." You squirmed below him, his laughter dimming your cries for help.

"Ruben!"

There was a tousle of the bed. Not one you originally wish for, but one that left you equally as exhilarated and exhausted. In the end you and Ruben lay on your backs, panting and laughing. Perhaps the way every night out should end from now on.

[mpregandproud]

The man of my dreams

Getting pregnant was the best thing I've ever done in my life. I used to be the invisible kid in class. I was skinny, unattractive, nobody noticed me. I never had a boyfriend, and I had a hard time finding a guy to fuck. But sometimes life has surprises in store.

One night at a fraternity party I got drunk and woke up the next day naked on a bed. I didn't remember anything that had happened the day before, but something in me felt different.

It took me a couple of weeks to figure out what it was. That night I don't remember I got pregnant. I was carrying a baby.

A month into the pregnancy, my belly was already showing a little. My skin glowed, my hair looked better than ever and my body grew. Something clicked with my fellow faculty members because from that day on I started getting visitors in my room or they would offer to accompany me to the bathrooms every time I had to leave class to pee. And it only got better as the months went by.

Frank, Isaak, Daniel, David, Aaron, Scott, Bruce, Bob… there wasn't a guy who didn't approach me since I got pregnant. Tall, muscular, blondes, brunettes, attractive, and with huge dicks. My ass had never had such a good time as it had these past few months.

But there was only one problem. The one guy I'd always liked, the one I'd been talking to at that party nine months ago, George, was the only one who hadn't paid any attention to me. He was the most handsome man I'd ever seen. Tall, athletic, intelligent, dark hair and beard. Someone mysterious, but successful. The man of my life, even if he didn't know it yet.

These last few weeks, on the other hand, my sexual activity has slowed down quite a bit. My huge belly, I am expecting triplets after all, prevents me from going to class every day. The doctor has recommended me to rest, so my encounters have gone. My pleasure lately is to eat like a pig, while lying in my underwear on the couch watching episodes of Friends.

One of these days, while I was devouring two huge pizzas, the doorbell rang. With great difficulty I got up and approached the door. I had to stop a couple of times, because for the last couple of days the contractions have started. I'm about to give birth, it's nothing unusual.

When I opened the door my water almost broke. The man that was waiting only lives in my dreams. George was standing there, wearing a tight white T-shirt that showed all his muscles. I didn't know how to react, I didn't know what to say, I was speechless:

- "Hello, handsome" - He said to me with a perfect smile.

- "H... h... hi. What are you doing here?" - I answered with a blush on my face. Was that a dream I was seeing?

- "I think you have something that's mine… ours. Don't you?"

- "What do you mean?" - I was speechless again. What would I want to say.

- "Nine months ago we were together... don't you remember? I was scared after fucking you, it was my first time with a man and I never felt that good with someone. I was stupid, I ran away and I haven't dared to come back here".

- "You? Was it you? Did you get me pregnant?"

- "Yes, I think I did. I spent the night with you, we were together all the time and after many drinks you took me to bed."

- "Thank you. I couldn't say anything else..."

- "Thank you?"

- "Yes, thank you for giving me the greatest gift of my life." - We were both crying and smiling at the same time.

- "Get the over here!" - He grabbed my face with his two strong hands and kissed me with a passion I had never felt before.

We kissed and went to the bed. He helped me take off my boxers and ate my whole cock. Fuck, what is this, I've never been so hard. If I didn't cum four times I didn't cum any, and this had only just begun.

With the same confidence with which he appeared in my house he grabbed my belly on both sides and kissed every inch of my skin and sucked my breasts that were already a considerable size with milk. My body was filled with an electricity that I had never experienced before. I was in heaven. This is real love.

When I thought it was all over, he opened my legs and pushed his penis in. A slow, gentle movement. The gentleness, the pleasure, the rhythm. Again, this man is a sex god, and the father of my children. He is mine. He is mine. HE IS MINE.

And then... the waters broke. A whirlwind of water rushed out of me. The three little people who united us forever were coming. In the end I will not give birth alone, George is here with me. Dad and daddy, finally together.

[multifandomhellhole]

HEYYYY SO WHEN YOU SAY YOU WRITE FOR LEAGUE OF LEGENDS. DOES THAT INCLUDE ARCANE??? I ABSOLUTELY NWED SOME DUBCON IDEAS WITH VIKTOR CAUSE HE MAKES ME SUDDENLY FEEL THINGS

Ah HELLLOOO FELLOW VIKTOR ENJOYER!!!!

yes! I do also write for arcane!!!! I should probably tag that and update the post so people don't think im league exclusive hegefkfifk

Dubious consent warning and since this is dom reader we are the perpetrator. Nothing highly explicit till I see if I get crucified with mild.

I guess for dubcon he really is the most appealing aside from puppy boy Jayce who could be manipulated by a sunny afternoon breeze. Specifically 30 age range Viktor as that's when his ego took a plummet and so did his sharper walls and self assurance. Literally the two people that gave Viktor the time of day ended up being his endgame so that right off the bat tells you how susceptible Viktor is to tender love and care and most of all appreciation for his mind.

However this is a porn post and we will not be going into his genius but rather his pants.

I really think it'd be easy to be a perv with Viktor's belongings. Once he's focused on that HexCore it's basically free range to move about. Yes he's listening intently to his surroundings even when hyper focused as we see when he already heard sky come in, but he's not looking. You can do anything really at that point no matter what he thinks he hears. That can be from stealing pens, discarded notes, old cups he's drunk from, etc. I think you'd even get away with a bit of self gratification while viewing him from behind if you can be quiet. Even handing him contaminated things without him realizing as he could care less about the state of his tools that have had so many non organic residues on them before. Not like he can tell the difference without breaking his precious concentration. Not only that but he's hardly ever not in the lab so snooping around his room and other places he's been in is a breeze. Especially since you can hear him coming with the steel toe of his brace and his crutch on the floors and make a break for it. You might even make a break for it with a pair of boxers if you are that bold and want to upgrade to clothing. Just don't steal his crutch while he's awake 😭

We also see that Viktor is shockingly receptive with physical touch. Both from people he doesn't know that well, to people he does! He doesn't even show shock to some gestures when Jayce touches him which means that if someone is a frequent flyer in touching him, he grows used to it. I feel like that can be used in selfish ways to feel him up and even try and encourage sexual responses from him. I think it could be fun pushing how far his acceptance goes before he realizes your intentions. And I think it's just fun to slowly corrupt his brain into thinking thigh touches from you are okay in a professional setting and that ass grabs are just accidents. Plus he'd be lying if getting a spontaneous shoulder massage every now and then doesn't feel wonderful for his tension headaches. Even if your hands eventually linger on the screw heads in his spine or catch on his back and shoulder brace. Or even brush around to his neck and chest more than a few times. Especially if you play it off like he's the filthy one for responding that way, or offended he'd even think you'd take advantage of him, he won't dare get suspicious of you. just Hell he might even start returning it if you have a big enough friendly and positively welcoming energy. Even if he is initially uncomfortable/ repulsed about the whole thing, if done right and with just the right amount of feigned innocence he gradually will lose the apprehension. Time and patience is definitely a thing for conditioning Viktor where Jayce is practically pre-trained.

Anyways I think this is my first dubcon post so only two for now given I'm testing waters with what I like and how raunchy I'm willing to go! This is also my first arcane post so hi I better get a 'this is my first impression of you' comment.

[vivian-pascal]

Temptations

sub!Javier x dom!reader

summary: Being next door neighbors with Javier is a pain, he's always inviting people over and you can never get any peace or quiet. But when he comes to apologize, you know just what to do.

warnings: mention of sex, reader has breasts, javi being pussy drunk, piv (wrap it up), oral m!receiving, edging, teasing, mommy kink, nipple play, handjob, oral f!reveiving

authors note: hey!! this is the 200 followers special, I hope you all enjoy!

It was easy, moving to Bogata three years back. You'd already spoken fluent Spanish since your parents were born in Columbia and it was good to communicate with the fellow people of the city. The one thing that bothered you the most was heat, and, well, Javier Pena.

You could say they were the same thing. Heat and Javi. He was your next door neighbor in your little apartment complex. He'd said hello to you a couple times and even tried to flirt with you. Which never ended well of course. You would get scared and go into your apartment just leaving him there.

It's not like you could get rid of him either, he was right next to you. Literally. Today was just like any other day living next to him. You were just trying to have some nice, warm, soup while reading your book when you heard moaning and grunting. Not again.

You rose from your chair as you put your book down. You couldn't deal with this again so you walked out of your apartment and knocked on his door. You waited a little bit as you heard some chatter on the other end before Javier answered the door.

Seeing him shirtless, sweaty, and still hard in his boxers made you instantly wet and sticky inside. You cleared your throat before speaking. "Hey, do you mind keeping it down? I'm trying to have a relaxing night in and you're making too much noise."

He looks down at you and chuckles. "Not today mi hermosa." And with that, he shuts the door straight in your face. How rude. You angrily stomp back into your apartment as you hear them resume their "interrupted" spicy time.

You go into your kitchen and grab a glass, filling it with whiskey, you down it in one go. Setting it aside your sink deciding that you'll clean it tomorrow. You walk upstairs and head into your room. You get changed out of your comfy clothes and into a robe. Once you're in bed, you turn your lamp off and close your eyes.

You're roughly woken up when you suddenly hear knocking on your front door. You reach over and check the time to see it's not even midnight. You roll your eyes as you get out of bed and walk downstairs. You look through the peep hole and see that it's Javier.

You unlock the door a little as you look at him. He lifts his head and slowly begins to examine you. "Yes?" You look at him in frustration as he just stares. He clears his throat and adjusts his jacket. "Hey."

You look at him as you try and prod more information out of him on why exactly he's here. "Is that all Javi or what the hell?" His eyes are glued to your chest and he closes his eyes as he leans his weight on his right leg. "No, just, your robe." He opens his eyes and points to your chest.

When you look down, you can see your bare breast hanging out. "Shit." You try and quickly cover it with your hand as you tie your robe tighter around your body. "Well thanks." You roll your eyes as you begin to close the door but he leans his hand against it, stopping you.

He's so close. You can smell the faint scent of the whiskey he might've just had mixed with the smell of sex and cigarettes.

"I want to apologize." The fuck? The Javier Pena is apologizing. Never in a million years would you have thought that could be true. You crack a smile as you cross your arms in disbelief. His brows furrow when he sees your little smirk. "Okay then, what exactly are you sorry for Javier?" He groans at hearing his name roll so smoothly off your tongue.

"For bringing girls over, it's rude you know?" You scoff out a laugh. "You're joking right?" He shakes his head as he looks at you with those puppy eyes. You grab onto his jacket as you pull him inside your apartment. "I'm not amused by that Javi, I think I should show you how a good boy apologizes."

His eyes instantly go wide at hearing what you just said. He's never been in this situation before but he is livid. You drag him over and push him down onto a chair. "Take your jacket and shirt off, keep those jeans on." He nods at your command as he begins to remove his clothes.

You sit and admire at his quick work when he's removed both items you'd told him to take off. You stand up and sit on his lap. You lean in close to his face and direct your head so your mouth is level with his ear. "Now, you're going to listen to me, and me only. Whatever I say, you do. Got it?" He quickly nods his head as he closes his eyes.

"Oh and one more thing." You sit up and look at his face. You tilt his head up with your hand so you make sure he's looking directly at you. "You don't call me any other name but, Mommy."

His eyes instantly widen. He groans at your words. You can feel how hard he is in his jeans and you love it. You slowly begin to drag your nails along his bare chest and down to his happy trail.

He groans at the feeling and thrusts his hips up into you. You bring your hands to his head and run your fingers through his curls. "Take my robe off Javi." He looks at you in a silent agreement as he slowly moves his delicate fingers along the silky fabric. He grabs onto the two strings and pulls them apart.

He lets the robe fall and opens his mouth in awe at your gorgeous body. "Hermosa" You chuckle at his sneaky pet name and grab onto both of his hands. You lean closer to him as you carefully bring his hands behind the chair. "You keep them like this. Don't move them." He nods at your rules and you begin to stand up.

He watches your every move like a hawk hunting for it's prey. His beautiful, chocolate eyes now a harsh shade of black as he sees you get down on your knees between his legs. You drag your nails along his covered thighs and down to his feet.

You carefully remove his shoes and throw them close to the door. You sit up on your thighs as you carry your nails to the zipper of his jeans. Your eye level with his very obvious hard on, and you decide to play a little game.

You gently drag your nails over his covered dick and he groans at the contact. You begin to rub against the fabric and his face distorts in pleasure. Your nails drag up to his zipper and slowly pull it down.

"No boxers? Isn't that just a sweet surprise." You chuckle lowly as he lets out a little whimper. "Carino." He warns as you push his pants down all the way, removing it from his ankles and throwing it next to his shoes. "Se buena para mi Javi." He rolls his head back against the chair as you gently rest a hand on his leaking cock.

He's big. You'd known that from the start and you just can't wait to get him inside of you, but first, he needs to learn some proper manners.

You begin to slowly rub your hand up and down his shaft. Making sure to pay extra attention to his leaking tip. Dragging your nail on the underside of his cock while the other slowly teases his balls.

He moans when you squeeze his aching cock and thrusts his hips into your hand. Your movements stop immediately and he whines as he looks down at you in a silent plea to keep going.

"Javier, what did I say?" He groans as you begin to work him up again. "Javi?" He whines as he looks at you. "To only do what you say." You nod your head as you begin to lick a long stripe up his cock. Your nose just about tickles his coarse hairs as you squeeze his balls. He lets out a loud growl at the feeling and grips the legs of the chair.

His legs begin to shake when you take him in your mouth. Gagging on his cock as he hits the back of your throat. His breathing starts to pick up and just when he's about to come, you pull off.

He lets out a shattering cry. "The fuck did you do that for?" You look at him from where you're sat and he instantly regrets saying that. "I'm sorry." You sit up and rest your thighs on his legs. "What'd you just say to me?" You look him in the eye as you grab onto his cock and forcefully tug. He grits his teeth as he curls his toes.

"I didn't mean it just please." You run your thumb along his slit and his eyes roll back. "Please what?" He hums as you begin to rub your seeping pussy over his dick. "Please mommy." You chuckle as you grab onto one of his nipples and twist it. "Good boy."

He moans at the new feeling and you sink down onto him. His mouth drops into an O shape and you moan at his thick girth. Your thighs meet his and he grits his teeth. You begin to slowly roll your hips against his and he thrusts up into you. You start to bounce up and down on his cock and he whimpers as his mind begins to race.

"Mommy wait-" You don't stop your movements as you begin to kiss his chest. He groans and grits as he tries to stop himself but he just can't hold it any longer. His legs begin to shake and you only realize what's happening when he lets out a long, guttural, groan.

You feel his hot seed spill inside you. It doesn't seem to stop. Just an endless stream of liquid filling you up to the brim. When his hips come to a stutter and stop, you look down and see the mess he's made.

"Well that's not very lady like now is it? Making a mess all over mommy." You dip your fingers between your cunt and his dick, grabbing some of his cum and reaching it up to your face. You insert your fingers into your mouth and suck off his cum.

You can feel his dick twitch inside you as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. You get off of him and he groans at the loss.

You move your body up and onto his belly as you grab his hair and yank him onto your pussy. "Be a good boy and make me come." He moans as he gets the first taste of your cunt.

He laps at his cum and your arousal while burying his nose on your clit. You begin to slowly grind on his face as he sticks his tongue into your weeping hole. "Fuck." You reach up and play with your nipples. Squeezing and rubbing at the delicate skin to add to the sensation.

He shakes his head back and forth and you moan aloud as you feel the coil in your stomach tighten. "Jesus Javi, oh God." He brings his hands up from behind the chair and grabs onto your thighs, pushing you further down onto him.

You know he broke a rule but you're too caught up in the moment that you couldn't care less. His movements speed up and you're immediately coming. You moan and whine as he drinks everything that comes out of you.

He rests his head on your belly as you reach behind and grab onto his legs for support. You're both breathing heavily and you begin to stroke his hair. "You okay?" He looks up at you and smiles. "Si mami." You smirk as you reach up and kiss him. You look outside and still see that it's dark. "You wanna be a good boy?" He nods his head as you scrape your nails through his scalp.

"How about you make up for coming before I told you too?"

translations-

si mami- yes mommy

carino- darling

se buena para mi Javi- be good for me javi

hermosa- beautiful

tags!!

@kotourasan123 @heartramen @tupelomiss @simplewanderer @amyispxnk @ursagittariusgirlfriend  @livingonthehems @heartpascalispunk @pinkcrystal44 @iamsherlocked

[edgeofn1ght]

I don't have the brain power to write anything, but I saw this prompt and it made me think

On the night Anakin is knighted, as is 'custom,' some fellow knights want to take him to the lower levels of Coruscant to celebrate.

He complains to Obi-Wan for a bit, acting like they're not really 'his friends,' he's not really interested, and honestly, he wouldn't mind just hanging out with Obi-Wan in his apartment. Obi-Wan laughs and, even at 35, doesn't understand why Anakin wants to hang out with an 'old man' instead of going out for a drink with his friends.

Plus, it's a 'rite of passage' of sorts -- well, maybe for most Jedi. They all know Obi-Wan's knighting didn't quite go as anyone expected. But he did go out with Quinlan and Kit for theirs. All Anakin knows about that is Obi-Wan is very tight-lipped about whatever happened.

But eventually, Anakin relents.

And he does have some fun. Because whatever is in those pink and orange drinks tastes like candy, "You can't even taste the liquor! Are you sure it's in here?"

And he starts thinking about Obi-Wan. And his hands. And his longer hair, and how he'd like to put his own hands in that. And what he looks like all sweaty from sparring, but with that mischievous twinkle in his eye that lets Anakin know he's about to get his ass beat.

So he starts dialing his comm, but stops when he's interrupted. So he keeps trying.

Basically, he drunk-comms Obi-Wan a few times. (The old man is trying to rest, Anakin, leave him alone.) And he's so annoying about it that Obi-Wan asks if he needs to come pick him up.

The first thing out of Anakin's mouth is 'yes!' But he realizes how desperate and needy it makes him sound, so he says no, then yes, then --

"I'm coming to get you," Obi-Wan sighs and hangs up.

Agonizing moments pass. Someone hands Anakin another drink. They tease him about his crush on his master. He goes to sit at the bar alone.

"Is this seat taken?" The best voice in the whole world says from behind him.

Obi-Wan is there looking stern but also soft. And a bit tired.

Anakin has a dopey smile on his face. "Master!" He wants to touch the Big Jedi Mullet, so he does.

Obi-Wan tries to stop him. "You're drunk."

"I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?" Anakin smiles.

"You’re not doing anything."

"But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?"

Obi-Wan arches those perfect sassy eyebrows.

Anakin won't remember this tomorrow. But Obi-Wan always does.

[specter319]

𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗞 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗟

[Link to the work on AO3] A/N: Surprise, I'm back for a little Christmas present, after months of not being around thanks to University taking my entire time up (like to a point where I couldn't even do what the University even requested of me.) I'm back and here in the flesh with something that is now taking the top spot compared to my other story that yes — I'm reworking. I've done some world building in the Delta Squad Universe and realised that none of the other character involved would be even alive. So while that is on my slow WIP list, have this — something that inspired by my 2025's Game of The Year series. And a small little indie game named Night Runners. When I saw this, the 2000's aesthetic. I immediately ran to my MacBook's keyboard and started typing a furious storm, so much so that I'm now several chapters in and 25,000 words deep, and with an ending in mind, but no end in sight ironically enough. Trigger Warning: None, as of far. Word Count: 1.7k Words. Characters in Chapter: John 'Soap' MacTavish, Various other characters, mentions of John's Family Story Blurb:

When John MacTavish had a single rule of putting his family first. He'd never figure that a drunken night after partying would change everything. A blur of headlights, the roar of engines, and the sight of a white and blue car tearing through the highway below him would ignite something in him he couldn't ignore.

In a story set in the year 2000, John MacTavish finds himself with a bunch of fellow illegal street racers after getting in through friends of friends, and with eyes set on him as a member for the taking, a fish out of water. It's up to him to find what had pulled him in to begin with. 'The Blue Comet'.

—

Inspired by the Five Star lyric line from 'Rain or Shine': "Silk and steel, that's the way you feel. And how I love you now."

𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡 — 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘

It was strange, hearing that low hum at 2 o’clock in the morning. When all that was around were that of empty streets, barking dogs, and the light rumble of voices. Sometimes becoming uncontrolled bouts of drunk laughter. He never took note of much else, the traffic. The loud sounds of throttled engines as they tore through the sound of quiet. It happened every couple of nights. How they hadn’t stopped it, changed the way the highway structure behaved. He didn’t know.

Because John MacTavish never understood the urge to move faster than the speed of sound. Something akin to a cheap thrill rather than something paying off in the long run. That’s because he was on the scientific side of it, saw that an engine could run down as fast as the car itself. Hell, though he’d played Need for Speed or Gran Turismo, given they were fresh, new. It never appealed to Johnny what a car did. Other than at a certain amount of compression, creating a combusted explosion. And that bit, he was most interested in.

That’s why as his bunch of drunk friends, close to no sailors’ legs, walked along the bridge. With a giggle, one of them made it wobble before one of the girls screamed out to stop, all the while they all laughed. John carried on like a scared cat as the very same one shaking it saw him flushed with panic as he stopped.

“Fuckin’ Lavvy heid” John called out in slight anger before one of the girls came up to him. A way to tease him, but the very same one who screamed out for the guy to stop.

“Such a big baby you are, Johnny boy.” She spoke as the others continued on, hands moved around him as she hugged him from the side.

“‘Cause ye kin talk Kimberly ,” John bit back as he laughed, “ye wur panicking then!”

“No, I wasn’t.” She stated back, trying to brush off the fact that John would, of course, remember that she, in fact, was.

There had been a strange little bout of intimacy between the two over the past couple of months. And both of them could see it . They’d been so close to kissing on many occasions, but in some parts, something would always distract them. Make them turn away or get interrupted by something they didn’t want as a distracting factor.

But Johnny always seemed to dwell on it. As if it was an early warning sign not to get too close to her. But close enough to where she could feel the blood race in her body. Could smell the lingering hints of sweat, a mixture of various drinks that hadn’t settled in on John yet. But enough to where she could single out what he’d had at the party. One of which was the stench of tequila. It was too close for Johnny. Almost like a siren call, that woman. She was trouble, and he knew that trouble wanted him as much as he wanted to sink into the flame of her body.

“You catchin’ up, lovebirds?” An Irish voice called out, loud for a quiet area, no less. John stared at her, looking at her lips, then back at her almost toxic green eyes with the way the two stood there. Had they kept looking at one another…

“Coming,” Kimberly called before she smiled at John. We’ll get back to this, you and I, later.

So Johnny stood there. Rebuilding the pieces of his mind as he figured out what had happened between the two of them. Before he swallowed what little saliva she had sucked out of him from looking at her. When he heard that sharp whine, a loud crackle. He knew what it was, heard it every week. The roads below them were a festering playground of cars. When people weren’t on this section of highway strip at this time of night. And somehow, they’d decided that tonight would be the perfect time to do so. Four hours before the sun always came up.

Lights flickered through metal poles. Two boxes of shaped metal came blazing through at speeds a cop would drool over. As he watched them grow bigger with the shortening gap of distance below him. It was a dangerous dance as the pair of them corrected their steering. The only thing heard were the screaming revs of their motors. The rubber compound of the tires pounding like a cardiac arrest in someone’s rib cage. Passing under the bridge and blowing Johnny’s hair back as he rushed over to the other side of the bridge to see what they were doing, where they were still going . Flames shooting out of the exhaust as one of them finally shifted. And the acoustics bounced along the fence the houses had protected them from that sound.

He kept his eyes on where they’d last seen them, a white car, a small thing compared to the blue comet he’d seen chewing miles up on it but taunting it no less . As Johnny stood there on the footbridge, the smell of petrol lingering in his nose as he heard the sudden rev limit hitting at the sound of a winner . It was a familiar pattern he’d heard time and time again. And this time, he’d managed to see who was behind it. But from that sheer moment alone, Johnny MacTavish’s brain chemistry had altered. Be it worse or better now for the life of a scientific university student.

It soon came to be that after that moment in time, Kimberley had never gotten back to what they were about to do, for she was already sitting on the lap of another boy, the very same Irish bastard that was calling out to them, making out with him in a careless fashion . All the while, they got further drunk around them, and those two took it to the room. And all the while yet, Johnny’s mind flashed to how smooth the cars had been, spoke about it many times to his friend in a heavy Scottish brogue that only another Scot could understand as he let his body send him into a state of memory so deep he didn’t believe it was a dream, where he was behind the wheel instead, but unable to control the car . It took handwork from thought to get something like a comet to dance.

And that thought left him as soon as he’d awoken, his mind not thinking any longer of the girl, or of the race last night, but of the looming and loud crack of thunder in his head from the hangover he had, a simple sign that he’d drunken too much — but what was new . Because even as the thunder rumbled in his head, it took on the shape of the dancing cars, even as he grabbed his phone out and took minutes to get through a menu to find ‘Messages’ as the phone beeped at the warning of low battery, with a simple message shot out .

MK B home soon. J x x

And as soon as he’d sent out a message to both his mother and sister, he’d shut his phone down so he could save whatever battery remained . And as the morning came to, and the others soon came alive, no one reminded him of the Brogue rambling he’d done about dancing cars . Rather, passed it off as a drunken and now, it seemed hungover state that Johnny was in. Hell, even laughed at his drunken state given he’d often act child-like in his drunken reprimands which also came with a god-awful pig-like laugh that was only worsened when it started out in an evil cackle too .

He never believed how bad his laugh was, for though people often spoke about it, there was no real evidence. And that was more than enough for John to not believe it as a firsthand account. Even as they swore up and down that it happened again amongst the brogue rumble of his voice accounting for some kind of dancing . So with a coffee sculled down, a strip of bacon stolen, water and a painkiller taken, John was out as the party had been set up .

So it became no wonder John felt a weird sense of déjà vu wash over him when he walked over that footbridge again. To see it full of life, the 9 a.m. traffic coming through in droves as per usual. Watching as he looked on at cars whizzing by at the typical speed.

Not the speed they were going last night, no, about two times slower, if at best. And even as he stared at all the cars going past, John felt his brain doing something, he didn’t know what, it was still the hangover finally breaking through . But he’d feel lesser pain if so. He didn’t care, for he was too tired, but it was a great observation nonetheless in why cars made such a great deal of, even if it didn’t interest John .

Because then he thought about his own, his shit box of a 205 he had at home, on the precipice of another incident that left the car collecting dust . It was almost as if the car itself had made him personal enemy number one the moment he turned on that ignition. So he too hated how the cars whizzing past carried a wind mixed with that very same fuel that made his brain flash back to the very same moment . If not where he was several hours earlier.

It finally pulled him away as soon as his eyesight landed on strands of hair, damp from the sweat of last night, as he pushed it back past his forehead . Unscrewed the cap of his bottle to take a swig of his water, desperate at best too, before he sealed it back up. He knew once he got back in class, there would be many things spoken about in said party. Especially who Kimberly slept with, given John hadn’t. Because only then as he watched another blue car pass by. Did he finally push himself off the rail, in a stumbled manner and walk home, even with the pounding headache.

[superkooku]

Dionysus' iceberg (part 3)

Here's part 2 (+ the bonus about animals and a link with part 1).

I'm back for a new part of this little essay series about Dionysus !

In part 1, I explained how underused he is. In part 2, I talked about him as a nature and theater god.

Today, since Halloween is coming up, I'll specifically focus on Dionysus' spookier aspects. Because his duality is rooted in both his festive nature, but also darker parts. Because Dionysus is also associated with madness, conquest, death and rebirth.

Before that, just a reminder that a non-negligeable part of my informations come from the Dionysiaca, which is a very late source. I'll try to use other versions as well.

1. The god of madness

Ok, so when a god is given a title, just know it isn't there as a decoration. It's such an important part of said god that it deserved to be highlighted.

This is probably the longest subsection of my essay, so I'll divide it in two (again).

A) Experiencing madness

Dionysus always had an intrisic bond with madness. It all began with, well, his childhood. After a unique birth, Dionysus was sent with multiple tutors : the first was Rhea, mother of Zeus and Hera and Dionysus' grandmother. Then, he lived with Ino, Semele's sister and her husband, Athamas, a Beoetian king.

Disguised as a little girl, Dionysus lived with mortals in order to stay hidden from his divine stepmother : Hera. And... that didn't work.

Hera stroke Athamas with madness, probably as a punishment for sheltering Dionysus. The poor man went in a murderous rage and killed Learchus, one of his sons, thinking he was a stag.

Ino barely saved herself, Dionysus and Melicertes, her other son.

According to the Dionysiaca, Ino herself was struck with insanity beforehand and Apollo had to heal her. What a mess...

So, even in this early part of life, Dionysus' presence caused madness and despair among mortals, despite Hera's undeniable involvement.

Now found, the young god was quickly sent to live with the satyrs (see part 2). Problem : Hera didn't let go so easily.

This time, instead of targetting someone like Silenus, she went straight to the point and struck Dionysus himself.

Contrary to Heracles or Athamas, Dionysus didn't brutally slaughter his entourage. Instead, he left them and spent years aimlessly wandering around Earth.

It was only after seeing Rhea, his grandmother, that he could recover his sanity. Nonnus explains that she gave him an amethyst that allowed him to heal and made him unable to get drunk. The word "amethyst" itself means "the absence of intoxication".

Other sources claim it was the phryigian goddess Cybele that cured him (she herself is closely associated to Rhea, Gaia and Demeter, even sharing the title "Meter Theon" with Rhea).

Rhea was another one of Dionysus' caretakers as a child and will also be involved later on in his life, like a godly teacher.

Ironically enough, Hera also fulfills that last role despite all her efforts to terrorize him. Because after experiencing her madness for years, Dionysus took it as his own domain...

B) Inflicting madness on others

This subsection contains more interpretation than the previous one. Yes, there were a lot of myths showcasing Dionysus' power over mortal minds but I'll be more general here.

Dionysus' madness is a bit different from Hera's. Whereas the queen of gods occasionally used it with the sole goal to punish, her stepson's is rooted in this same duality between festivity and violence.

On one hand, it's a feeling of liberation and fun. Dionysus' followers aren't tied down to social conventions and inhibitions anymore. They can just... do whatever they want. There is no king, no law, no husband (hence the insistance on women in the cult, who were imposed even more limitations).

There is only Dionysus and fellow party animals... and literal wild animals too.

The god invites them to celebrate, to dance, to sing or to partake in sexual activities. Of course, that sense of freedom attracted a lot of people into Dionysus' cult in mythology. That translated in real life as well, through orgies but also various festivals honoring the god (like the City and rural Dionysia or the Lenaia).

One the other hand, Dionysus could also force this madness on people. He wins the control that they lose. And no matter how hard one would resist, they'd immediately succumb.

Dionysus could either make his targets docile and obedient, or frantic and enraged. Whatever suits him best, he does. He could make anyone hallucinate, unable to distinguish reality from fantasy and fight for him.

He uses madness in a unique way, with various nuances. Other gods are capable of this as well, but not with as much nuance and precision as Dionysus. Because it's his domain.

We could compare the Dionysian madness to his own creation, wine. It induces an addictive feeling of relaxation and pleasure, but also a loss of control and reason, plus an agressive behavior, that only gets bigger with the dosis.

This madness obviously is a particular concept that can't be tied down to one substance or drug, much less to how we understand mental illnesses today (though I suppose Dionysus could influence all of that).

It pretty much encompasses everything wild and beyond order or thought. Even the most down-to-earth, "normal" logical person has a bit of this Dionysian madness in them. And the god knows exactly how to release it.

One main instance of this is seen in Euripides' "The Bacchae". While it focuses on Dionysus' wrath against king Pentheus and his mother Agave, (and how he affects both of them differently), it also mentions that same feeling of freedom, insanity and the cult surrounding it.

2. War and conquest

I said it before, but the sheltered peaceful Dionysus agenda needs to stop NOW. You'd think I'd like seeing one of my favorite gods portrayed in a gentle light. But it just makes him lose his claws, his power and his cunning.

Because yeah, mr. "I can turn people mad and submit them to my will" doesn't always take the pacifistic approach to introducing his cult.

So get prepared for more wine, blood and revenge in this part !

I already mentioned that Dionysus, while in his maddened state, traveled the world. Well, even afterwards he didn't stop. Except this time, it wasn't aimless wandering, but a crusade to spread his cult and prove his power to... basically the whole world !

It began after Rhea healed Dionysus, when he requested his father to join the Olympian gods. And Zeus agreed... under the condition of earning his place.

Since Dionysus was a young god, no mortal worshipped him yet, and that needed to change.

And he understood the assignment very well.

Dionysus continued his travels around the whole world, but this time, he was a man with a plan. Everywhere he went, he introduced winemaking and tried to make himself worshipped.

He was known as the foreigner god, never establishing himself in a set place, always coming to new cities as a stranger with his exotic procession and unique practices. He went in Syria, in Egypt, in various parts of Greece too.

While he was often welcomed with open arms, some notable exceptions required him to be more agressive.

In India : seeing that the Indians were impious, Zeus sent Dionysus to invade the land. The conquest was confirmed by multiple sources like Pausanias or Philostratus, but the most detailed account is the Dionysiaca.

Rhea comes back and plays a huge role in supporting Dionysus and his army. And guess who helps the opponents ? That's right, Hera ! If she wasn't there, the victory would have surely been instantaneous.

This war also prompted a divide among the Olympians in a way that's eerily similar to the Iliad (there were even fights among the gods with the same pairings for opponents...). Again, Nonnus' tale was a late source, so maybe he took inspiration from it.

On Earth, there was a massacre : satyrs and maenads slaughtering the Indians. It only stopped when Dionysus pitied them. He stopped the war and invited his then-adversaries to drink wine (initially water from the Astacid Lake). Then he captured them, ending the war on a complete victory for the god.

In Athens : this is part of a lesser-known myth but honestly, it proves how ruthless Dionysus can be. In the beginning, everything was fine. Dionysus was welcomed by a man named Icarius (not Penelope's dad).

Icarius gave wine to his shepherds and enjoyed the god's persence. Unfortunately, since the shepherds weren't used to the wine, they thought the intoxication meant they were poisoned. So they murdered him without letting him a chance to explain themselves.

Furious, Dionysus took a page out of Apollo's handbook and inflicted a huge plague on Athens. Additionally, he turned every unmarried woman insane and made them hang themselves (like Icarius' daughter, Erigone, did out of grief).

In Argos : there, Dionysus and his maenads met king Perseus. Yes, the same Perseus who killed Medusa. It was mentioned in many sources, like Pausanias' Description of Greece.

And since Argos was Hera's city and Dionysus was there, of COURSE she is involved. She encouraged Perseus to fight back. Another war took place and we'd think it would end like with the Indians. But this time, Dionysus... lost.

In fact, he lost pretty bad. Many maenads are killed, including Chorea, the leader. Ariadne, his wife, is turned to stone. Perseus was the clear winner in this.

(I saw in a book that Dionysus himself died, then was thrown in a spring something I talked about multiple times on Tumblr. This really solidified Perseus' victory.

Here's the quote : "Perhaps the oldest of these tales was that{871} in which Perseus killed him and threw him [Dionysus] into the deep spring of Lerna."

But neither Theoi nor any other source I found mentions this small yet crucial detail. It's weird.

The book refers to this as a source :

Which source has this abbreviation?

@nysus-temple or @margaretkart , do you have an idea ? )

Maybe I misunderstood it. That would be a bit embarrassing, but hey, everyone can be wrong. I don't want to spread misinformation and if it's wrong, then I'll edit everything.

Point is : Perseus won, Dionysus lost. But then, on Hermes' request, they settled on a compromise. Perseus keeps his land and full control of it, but Dionysus' cult isn't banned and fallen maenads are honored.

In Thrace : Actually, Dionysus went there twice.

The first time is mentioned in the Iliad, for example. A young Dionysus goes to spread his cult. Unfortunately, he's quickly chased down by the king, Lycurgus.

He made the Hyades, nymphs and Dionysus' nurses, run away, killed one of them with an axe (Ambrosia). Then he forced Dionysus and his allies to jump from a cliff and into the sea. He almost drowned (or did) but was rescued/resurrected by Thetis.

And according to Nonnus, guess who turned Lycurgus against Dionysus ? It's interesting how everything Dionysus went through can be traced back to Hera.

Of course, the man who terrified Dionysus shouldn't just roam free without punishment.

Dionysus came back to Thrace a second time, angrier than ever. Lycurgus' punishments varies from source to source.

According to Pseudo-Apollodorus, Dionysus turned Lycurgus insane. He killed his son Dryas with an ax thinking he was cutting vines Dionysus installed. Then, he cut his own arms and legs. THEN, as if it wasn't enough, Dionysus made the land sterile and only agreed to change it if Lycurgus died. So, his people left him in the forest to be eaten by his own horses.

Other sources state that Lycurgus was hated by the gods in general and punished by Zeus himself.

Anecdote : Sophocles depicts Lycurgus as a beer drinker to highlight his opposition to the wine god. Idk it's a fun detail. Lycurgus being like "Wine ? Tastes awful. Imprison him."

(also, what if the ax that he used to kill his son was the same as the one that struck Ambrosia ? It wouldn't surprise me)

In Thebes : Thebes was Dionysus' final destination... and his family's city. There, his maenads and him were granted by angry guards, led by Dionysus' cousin : Pentheus. Like others on the list, he rejected the cult. As a punishment, Dionysus made every woman in the city insane, then tricked Pentheus until a crazed Agave (Pentheus' mother) led an army of maenads and they dismembered and beheaded him. For more details, go read the Bacchae from Euripides.

3. Death and rebirth

Surprisingly, this part will be very short, mainly because I already talked about Perseus and Lycurgus. Here is a post I made that talks about the subject

I'll elaborate more about Orphism and his relationship to gods and mortals in part 4.

Conclusion :

That was probably the longest part I wrote. Mainly because of the examples and the hours of research (I wanted to make sure everything I said was accurate).

Yes, there will be a part 4. I'll hopefully wrap up the essay series by talking about Dionysus' duality and relationships with gods, mortals. About enemies, family, lovers (mainly Ariadne but also others like Ampelus).

Then I'll make a definitive conclusion. Let's hope I'll finish it before 2025 :3

(dividers from @sister-lucifer )

[teyamsgrl]

surrounded in smoke ✧ jake sully

❗️MDNI ❗️

YES I AMDE TSU'TEY ALIVE I MISS HIM BUT ENJOT THIS I WOULD LEGIT DIE FOR JAKE AND IM DO DRUNK YPING THIS

°˖➴ warnings: fem omatikaya reader, age gap (jake 30, reader 20), angst to smut, slow burn??, sorta cheesy lovey jake, l-bombs, oral f receiving, softdom!jake, dirty talk, size kink, tsaheylu, missionary 😮‍💨 - muntxatan: male spouse/mate

the multilayered tension between you and jake was obvious. the way you yearned for him was reciprocated completely, yet it was so difficult to address. jake being olo’eyktan gave him the highest status in the clan, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to compete with that. you were just another woman in the clan, a younger one at that. but to jake you were more than just ‘another woman’; you were the woman he needed, the one he would choose over anyone else. he admired your initiative, your skill in almost every possible task, your genuine kindness and generosity. you two loved each other, spent hours together yet never spoke about the one thing that was painfully evident, the one thing that kept drawing you both to each other day after day.

the war party had returned after a long day, sky dark and everyone's freckles glowing bright. all the injured men were travelling to the tsahik tent, several visibly bleeding and limping. you greeted them as they returned, searching the crowd for one specific individual. when you didn't spot jake, you began to notice the anguish on some of the faces of your fellow omatikaya. you tap tsu'tey's shoulder, urging him to look to you, "tsu'tey, where is jake?" your heart begins racing at the million possibilities swirling in your mind. "we don't know. one minute he was with us and then he was gone. we looked around the area but there was a lot of smoke and it was dark, it was hard to see if he was anywhere", your breath catches in your throat at his words, head dizzy with the thought of jake possibly being dead. "thank you.." you whisper, rushing to call for your ikran. when she arrives you hop on her back, connecting your queue with her and guiding her to the war zone. jake had warned you to never enter this area, even if it seemed necessary yet you weren't even worrying about your own safety at this point, chest heaving with every anxious breath you breathed. you finally land in the war zone amongst several destroyed rda gunships, smoke surrounding you just as tsu'tey had said.

you pulled your knife out and held it in front of you, just in case someone was to pop out of nowhere and attempt an attack. "jake!" you yell, looking through the mess of debris to see if he was anywhere to be seen. nothing. you move east of the zone first, smoke clearing as you get deeper into the forest. "jake!" you yell again, eyes scouring the area frantically. tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you get even deeper into the trees, hope slowly exiting your mind. as if perfectly timed out, you heard a low grunt in the close distance. "jake?" you yell again, running towards where the sound appeared to be coming from. you see a muscular arm peeking out from behind a tree, someone obviously slumped against it. you move around the tree to spot jake there, several bruises littering his torso. "jake, oh great mother, thank you" you breathe out, kneeling beside him. "y/n? sweetheart why are you out here? it's so dangerous" he says, hand reaching for yours. "i came looking for you, what happened?" you asked, squeezing his hand as a tear rolls down your cheek. "shit i don't even know, i ended up ducking into the trees at some point and got knocked out for a bit, guess i was farther out than i thought" he explains, his eyes following the tear's trail down your freckled cheek. "i thought-" you whine softly as more tears fall, "i thought you were dead, i got so scared when you didn't come home with everyone else" he brings his free hand up to cup your cheek, swiping your tears away gently. "oh sweetheart... i'm right here, i'm alright, don't cry..." he smiles softly as you nod, nuzzling into his large and warm hand.

"god y/n..." he sighs, heart swelling at the mere thought of you being worried for him. "what is it?" you place your much smaller hand on top of his, "it must be obvious now, but i just- i need to tell you, or ask you, i guess" he rambles, biting his lip from the slight nerves emerging inside of him. "i have chosen you, y/n... i love you. if you would let me, i would be honoured to be your mate..." he trails off, thumb tracing small circles on your cheek. your heart is racing again, so fast that it feels like it could just jump out of your chest at any second. "jake... i feel the same way, ever since we first met. i would do anything to be your mate.. but jake, you are olo'eyktan, the most important person in our clan. are you sure you want me to be your mate? i'm just another woman, a younger one who is really nothing special-" he cuts you off, "hey, do not say that about yourself. i have never met someone like you, and in any life, any world i would choose you. i am positive, i want you to be my mate" he states, moving closer to lean his forehead against yours. your breath quivers at the proximity, tickling his lips. "can i kiss you, princess?" you nod frantically, his lips colliding with yours in a passionate kiss. you hum into it and reach for his shoulders, coaxing him to draw you onto his lap.

he groans softly at the feeling of your warmth and weight against him, hands travelling all over your torso, groping and grazing every inch of you. when his lips part slightly you take the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, tail swishing rapidly at the new sensation. his hands find a home on your hips, grasp strong as he pulls your hips down to meet his crotch in a gentle grind. you whimper slightly into the kiss as your clothed yet wet pussy rubbed against the tent forming in his loincloth. "jake.." you breathe as you retreat from his lips, hips moving at a rougher speed, his cock straining and begging to be released. "i know, babygirl... you look so fucking gorgeous" he whines out before ushering you to stand up, "off" he tugs at your loincloth in a hurried manner. you nod and quickly untie it from yourself, allowing it to fall as you step out of it. he grabs your thighs and pulls you so your pussy is now hovering in front of his mouth, slick visible and making him dizzy. "come here" he grumbles hungrily before attaching his tongue to your slit, gliding the muscle over your hole and finishing with a flick to your clit.

the whine that escapes your mouth is greedy, hole clenching around nothing. he chuckles at your noise before diving back in, tongue plunging into your hole and circling it, fingers leaving marks into your thighs. "jake" you moan, stabilizing yourself against the tree as your hips sporadically buck into him. he hums into your pussy, sending a vibration and shiver up your spine then coming back to your clit, sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth. your jaw slacks while your clit pulses between jake's lips, knot inside of you beginning to tighten. "jake jake- i'm gonna-" you gasp out, roughly bucking your hips in anticipation. he hums and nods between your legs, urging you to let go for him. "oh fuck!" you squeal, back arching while you cum then slouching after your high passes. he smiles and kisses along your thighs, pushing himself to stand up, "good, princess?" "sooo good" you smirk, moving to be flush against him. he moves so his mouth is situated beside your ear, breath leaving goosebumps along your neck, "do you want more of me?" he questions, guiding your hands to his bulge. you whimper and nod, tracing his shaft over the cloth. a sensual sigh leaves his lips before he guides you to lie on a patch of moss nearby, the plush plant surrounding your body delicately.

your chest heaves as you watch jake remove his loincloth, cock finally being released. jake was huge, and your eyes widened at the sight. he buzzed at your reaction, coming to kneel between your legs. "ready?" he hoists your legs up and around his waist while he aligns himself with your dripping entrance. "y-yes, please.." you gasp at the feeling of his tip pushing in, this small section of his cock seemingly stretching you out so much already. "big..." you whisper as he continues pushing in, your back arching slightly at the further stretch. "i know princess, just a bit more... you're just such a small girl, huh?" he finally bottoms out, his eyes fluttering shut from the vice grip your pussy has on him. your back arches from the kiss his tip gives your cervix, his length making you stretch. "tell me when i'm good to move, sweet girl, i know it's a lot for your little pussy.." he expresses with care yet underlying hints of taunting. "now.. fuck me jake" you say earnestly, aching for him to begin.

he smirks and pulls his hips back just to push in again, gaining a deep and consistent rhythm. he groans as your skin slaps together, cock being sucked in each time he pulls away slightly. his hands have a nice grasp on your waist, your nails digging into his biceps. "taking it so good, look at you, so pretty down there" he moans alongside you, your mind foggy as you stare at jake above you, your pussy squelching at each thrust. "this- this is so good, so good at this, jake" you whine and move one hand to yank your queue from underneath you, holding it up towards him, "let us seal it.." he nods breathlessly, swinging his from behind his back and letting it connect with yours. his thrusts never falter as you both observe the tendrils working their magic, intertwining and connecting you both even further. both of your grips on each other tighten at the feeling of the tsaheylu; bodies, spirits and minds fully united. "i love you, muntxatan" you breathe, now dilated pupils boring into his as your bodies lurch back and forth in unison. "i love you too, so much" he groans in a whispery tone, thrusts slower and rough now, slamming into you like there's no better feeling than this. "again- cum again-" you whine, legs flexing around his slim waist. "i'm with you, babygirl, gonna give you all my cum, all of it" he leans down to kiss you, sloppily yet sweetly. you kiss back as best you can as your orgasm rips through you, your pussy clenching and pulling his orgasm out of him in an instant. "holy fuckkkk..." he moans into your mouth as he releases into you, painting your walls as you gasp loudly at the feeling.

he pecks your lips again as he comes down from the high alongside you, your hands rubbing along his heaving chest. "i'm kinda glad i got left behind today" he chuckles and brushes his nose against yours. "hey! why?! i got so scared!" you smack his chest lightly, trying to hold back the smile creeping onto your face. "i see that smile coming.. show me" he smiles down at you and strokes your cheek with one hand, the smile now full on your face. "there we go, beautiful... now look, i'm glad because you came to find me and then all this happened, otherwise it could've been more months just pining over each other" you nod in agreement, giggle escaping, "well i guess i'm glad too, and i'm glad you're only bruised up and nothing more.." he hums in response and touches his lips to your forehead, letting them linger as you breathe in time with each other, now mated for life.

[diesvitae]

once you're finished the game could you share your elgarook Thoughts? as i fellow villain fucker i also want him but i cant think of a plot that makes sense for rook and him to get together in any way shape or form akdbsj

OH HI!!! In truth now that I'm done with the game I still have to rework some points in my Elgarook timeline. But in case of Nadir and Elgar'nan... (POSSIBLE SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT)

1) Their first (solo) meeting is an attempted assassination from my lil Rook, who was probably also kinda drunk, since he attacks with a normal dagger which is... kinda useless against a god. Elgar'nan in game seems pretty chill, offering "mercy" more than once so I doubt he would be pissed at Nadir for trying. 2) Words are exchanged, Nadir is trapped and probably panicking a bit once he understands the situation he got into, he's able to flee, but there is some sort of curiosity between the two: Elgar'nan can easily sense Nadir is a mage (and a powerful one) but my lil Rook never uses magic, especially the offensive one. That's a mystery he's curious about considering it makes no sense to him (one who's obsessed with power) Nadir refuses to use his natural gifts. And this fear to use magic makes him a perfect pawn to be manipulated and guided to become someone like him. Plus it would be a nice little revenge against Solas, to steal Rook away. Nadir, while looking like this cute smug creature, is pretty insecure, he hates using magic due to hurting people by mistake each time he tried to control it. He hates acting like a hero because he can't see himself as a good person, just a cursed one. But around Elgar'nan he doesn't have to pretend to be perfect, to be controlled. Elgar'nan is the enemy, who cares about his opinion after all? And somehow that lack of care becomes a sense of freedom. So for a while they seek each other out, to learn, to test boundaries, it's a little game neither give much importance. Elgar'nan needs a hobby beyond conquering the world and Nadir needs time away from responsibilities.

That being said, despite starting a literal affair with the enemy, my Rook is beyond loyal to the team, and makes it clear he won't divulge anything which could hurt his friends or help the evanuris. Another part of their dynamic is what they gain from each other. Nadir is quite the atheist, he recognizes Elgar'nan can be considered a god, but he doesn't feel the need to worship anything or anyone. Which makes him see Elgar as a person. He's close to him not to gain godly favor, power or whatever. He simply enjoys his company and the parts of Elgar'nan which can be considered... human (wrong word XD) A person who's built empires using only his power would end up with nothing if that power were to disappear. But Nadir? He would stay. So Elgar'nan gains what it feels to get real unconditional love. On the other hand Nadir gets to be free from his fears. He doesn't have to be scared about using magic around the evanuris because he literally can't hurt them, and even if he were to... it's enemies! Technically he would be doing good by hurting them XD Plus Elly is training him! He doesn't have to act like a hero amonst his enemies. He doesn't have to act like a leader since that's a role Elgar'nan won't leave to anyone. There is also the affection which builds over time which is always nice XD (and the fucks are real good too.) In the end I want them to be like two jigsaw puzzle pieces which lock with each other perfectly despite being completely different. (And yes, Nadir is still going to kill him at the end, in a tragic and painful scene.) As for you, it depends what kind of dynamic you want! You can have your rook act as a spy, joining his side to gather his secrets only to fall for him. Or you can have Rook kidnapped only to have Elgar'nan treating them courteously. Honestly it depends on your tastes!

[sinfulslytherin]

Show me.

First time?

Summary: Your best friend drags you to a Slytherin party for the first time in your life. You are usually not that outgoing and haven't had any experiences with partoes,alcohol or boys yet. But you meet Draco Malfoy at the part...

Amelia and I both make our way to the common room, which is already filled up with all the Slytherins.

Loud music streams through my body and the smell of liquor hits my nose.

"Do you want a drink?" Amelia asks.

"Sure, as long as they have something sweet." I answer.

She smiles as she takes my hand and leads me to a huge table with many drinking options. Amelia starts to mix me a red-ish drink.

"Here- is that sweet enough?" Seh asks as she hands me the drink.

I take a sip and my eyes widen at the good taste. You barely taste the alcohol.

I eagerly nod at her as I take another sip.

Amelia and I stay at the table for a bit as we drink 2-3 drinks and talk a bit and laugh at the jokes we make.

"Do you wanna dance?" She suddenly asks.

"No, I'm not drunk enough for that." I joke "-But you should go, I'll stay here." I smile at her.

I know thaz she wants to look for Blaise  in the crowd.

"I'll be back."

She gives me one more smile before she takes her drink and leaves.

I look around as I realize that I am actually alone. I try to ignore the insecure feeling creeping up on me as I keep on drinking.

The last drop of liquor hits my tpunge as I realize that my drink is empty.

I mentally curse at myself.

"Shit..what did she mix me.." I talk to myself as I look at the huge option of sodas and liquors standing on the table.

"Need some help?" Suddenly someone asks.

My head turns to the left as I see Draco Malfoy standing next to me.

"N-no...thanks" I ditch him as my gaze falls back to the table.

I grab a bottle in order to look at it.It's hard to read anything that's written on it due to the dim light and my tipsy state. I shrug with my shoulders as I'm about to fill it in my cup.

Suddenly a hand snatches the bottle away.

"Hey,hey,hey-That's Stroh-This stuff has 80%-Are you trying to get an alcohol poisoning?" Draco says in a stern voice as he places the bottle as far as he can away from me.

I look at him confused.

"I had no idea what that is.."  I admit as I look at him.

"Is this your first time drinking?" He asks while raising one eyebrow.

"It's my first time at a party." I admit as I turn back to the table and look for another drinking option.

I hear a sigh next to me as I suddenly feel Dracos shoulder brush against mine.

I look next to me only to find him grabbing a few bottles and snatching my cup from my hand.

"Do you prefer sweet drinks or-" He tries to ask but I interrupt him.

"Sweet!" I eagerly say.

He lightly chuckles as he starts to mix something. I watch him as I wait for my drink.

His drink looks different it has a dark blue-ish color. He hands me my cup.

"Try that." He says.

I take a sip from the drink.

My eyes widen. This drink is stronger but tastes even better tham Amelias drink.

"Don't take drinks from strangers, though." He suddenly says.

I look up at him and chuckle.

"Aren't you a stranger to me?"

He looks at me, smirks and extends his hand.

"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

I grab his hand in order to shake it.

"Xenia. Xenia Brown." I answer.

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So this is my new story!-I hope yall are going to like it <3

(Yes, I'll still continue 'Guillotine' :3)

You can read the whole chapter down below~

I am grateful for any kind of feedback!

[leather-ropebunny]

Time Out

Reposting this from my old deleted blog.

Notes: contains rape, gang rape, free use, mentor/mentee, bondage, objectification, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk, slapping, general sexual violence, FTM POV, MxFTM

Minors DNI

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The first time it happens, I'm thankfully alone.

I usually work with a team of my fellow superheroes, but this had been a simple burglary, so I'd insisted I could handle it alone.

Slipping into the house, I manage to locate a shadowy figure plucking something shiny out of a jewelry box in the bedroom, and then…

And then…

And then I blink, and I'm naked, face down ass up on a stranger's bed, shoulders pressed into the pillows, and my body is convulsing in a mind-blowing orgasm. I can feel a thick river of hot cum sliding down one thigh, pushed out of me as my boycunt clenches with every powerful spasm.

My body is sore, like I'd been in a fight, and I can feel bruises forming on my throat, my hips, my cheekbone. My mind can't latch onto what's happened, and it's all I can do to tug my uniform back on and flee the scene, leaving the mess of cum and my own slick behind in a complete stranger's sheets.

The second time it happens, I'm not so lucky to be alone. The robbery in progress seems a bit more intense, and my mentor and I head to the cafe to put a stop to it. After we arrive, though…

I come to, bent over the counter, my uniform pulled just far enough out of the way to display my cunt and tdick to the staff, the customers, the cops, and my mentor. As soon as I register reality, there's a second of shocked silence, and then I'm cumming again, dripping semen onto the cafe floor, my eyes trained on the reflection of my mentor's gaze in the espresso machine. He's staring at my pulsing cunt, and he looks horrified, yes, but also darkly hungry.

I think it's that thought that makes another, weaker orgasm ripple through me.

We try to figure out what's happening, but to no avail. I know, of course, that somehow I'm having sex. Being raped, most likely. The mystery is how, why neither I nor the people around me seem to remember it. We're all stumped.

It happens again

(on a crowded subway car, pressed up against the doors, coming back to reality as I'm falling onto the platform when they open, twitching and moaning as commuters gather around to watch)

and again

(seated on a park bench, legs in the air until I'm almost folded in half, each ankle tied to the trees on either side of me so I'm helpless and exposed to the cell phones recording me once passers-by realize what's happening)

and again

(trussed up and dangling from a streetlamp, my own panties muffling my whimpering as crowds of drunk men leaving the bars after last call realize my wet, naked boycunt has been conveniently left at cock-height, perfectly set up for it to be gang raped)

until it feels like it's happening every time I go out to fight crime.

Finally, I decide that if my team can't figure out what's happening (won't figure it out? I hate to think it, but they seem like they're starting to…enjoy it…), I'll get to the bottom of it myself.

I rig up nanocams to follow me everywhere as I go about my days, and every night I review the footage, but nothing odd sticks out, no sign of anything unusual for a week.

Then I get called out again, and this time I come to on my back on a detective's desk in the middle of the police station bullpen. They laugh as my eyes roll back in my head, legs shaking, and one of them sticks three fingers into my fucked-out, dripping cunt and finger-rapes me roughly until I cum again. I'm too confused, too humiliated to think of telling him to stop, and while I'm cumming a second time, another cop takes that as an invitation to ram his cock into me and pound it painfully into my cervix again and again until he floods my womb with cum.

They laugh again once he's done raping me, and I totter away on shaky legs to our headquarters, slipping into my room to pull up the footage and get to the bottom of this.

It had been a prisoner escape - no one was sure how he'd managed to get away, but as I fast-forward to the moment I had arrived at the station to assist, I can see exactly what's happening. The perp is periodically freezing time.

It all starts to fall into place.

I watch, horrified, as I run into the police station, and the masked figure on the screen gestures, time stopping in an instant.

I watch as he approaches me, reaching out to caress my cheek, then pulling his arm back and slapping me. My head jerks to the side, but I don't react.

As I watch in the present, I lift a hand to feel the heat of a newly forming bruise on my face.

The perp grabs me around the waist with the ease of practice and drops me none-too-gently on the desk. He runs his hands over my body briefly, and I can feel a tingling sensation now, like I can still feel the phantom touch.

He doesn't seem inclined to linger, though, and after a second he starts to move the officers and detectives so that they form a loose crowd around us, positioned as though they're watching. Then, without preamble, he pulls my bottoms off, grabs my ankles to spread my legs, and starts to rape me.

It's violent, his thrusts pushing me across the desk until my head is hanging off the other end, and he keeps having to haul me back towards him. He drops one of my legs to press his hand to my throat, then to slap me across the face, then to my throat again.

There's no sound, but the footage is clear enough that I can read his lips a little as he violates my unwilling body.

'Fucking cockslut…wet already…like it…slap you around…nasty rapedoll…always cum…rape you…your cunt's…only worthwhile part…take it, take it, fucking take it…'

He slams his cock into me brutally, plunging deep, and I watch as he cums inside me, lifting his hand off my throat to backhand me powerfully.

Tucking himself back into his pants, he backs towards the door, and time starts up again. As the cops around me crack up at my shuddering orgasm, the perp escapes, and I watch now from the outside as two cops assault me, as well.

"So that's it," my mentor's voice comes from behind me. "He manipulates time."

I look up at him as he lingers in the doorway, but he isn't looking at the screen or at my face, but at my crotch. That's when I realize that I'm rubbing my aching boypussy through my ruined uniform bottoms, my rapists' cum squelching under my frantic fingers.

When had I started masturbatung to my own rape? When he'd cum inside me? When he'd choked me? Maybe from that very first slap.

My mentor steps closer, and my gaze is drawn to where his cock bulges in his pants, straining against the fabric. My breath catches, and I shake my head, tears beginning to well up.

"Please…please don't."

"No?" He lunges for me, dragging me off my chair and turning me to face my computer, crowding me up against the desk with his bulk. His cock is a hot, throbbing pressure against my ass. "Are you sure? Because it looks to me like you enjoy this."

With one hand, he yanks my saturated bottoms back down, and with the other, he rewinds the video and hits play.

"Always knew you were a dirty fucking whore," he growls, pulling his own pants down just far enough for his cock to spring out, slapping wetly against my asscheek. "And it's about time I do what I've always wanted to do."

He grabs my hip, jamming his cock into my abused cunt, the mess my previous two rapists had left squishing out of my hole, and he begins to fuck me.

I sob, and he fists his free hand in my hair and pushes me down until my vision is filled with the video of the perp using my motionless body in the middle of the police station.

"Look. Look at how easily his cock slips into your pussy. You were already wet. Bet you started soaking your uniform before you'd even gotten there."

"N-no…stop…"

"Oh, yeah," he grunts, his cockhead pressing hard against my bruised cervix as he thrusts deep and holds it there. "You knew what was gonna happen. You've known every time you were gonna get raped."

"No. No. No."

"Oh, fuck. You're clenching down on my cock right now you fucking rapeslut." He starts pounding into me again, pushing my face closer as the cop on screen starts to ram his fingers into my cunt. "You let them rape you even after time had started again. You that desperate for cock?"

"No! I'm not…I don't…please stop!"

"Yeah? You're stronger than they are. Better trained - I should know." His hand leaves my hair to wrap around my throat and squeeze lightly. "But look at you. Just lying back and taking it."

I whimper, and to my horror, begin to rut back onto my mentor's cock. I'm so, so wet. My cunt is so sore, but I can tell it's also puffy and flushed with need. Even as his fingers tighten, choking me, I can feel another orgasm building.

I don't want this. I don't.

But he rewinds the footage again, forcing me to watch as the perp cums inside my unprotected pussy, and groans.

"Yeah, take that load you fucking cumdump," he grunts. "Fucking nympho, that's what you are."

We watch as time starts again and the me in the video begins to cum violently.

With a growl, my mentor shoves his cock into me as far as he can, and hisses, "take it, you stupid fucking rapeslut."

He pumps his load inside me, and yet again, I cum from being raped.

Once he's satisfied he's filled my unwilling womb, my mentor pulls out and watches as I slump to the floor.

"There's another call," he says, tucking himself away. "No time to clean up your uniform or your whore cunt - get out there."

I do, and this time, when I come to, I know I've just been violated in the middle of a busy street. People are staring, laughing, filming while I lie on the pavement, naked, blocking traffic.

As my orgasm rolls through me, I stuff my fingers into my cunt and mercilessly fuck myself until I cum again, thinking of all the footage I'll have to watch with my mentor later.

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I mentioned this old interview yesterday - some of my favourite Matthew Goode quotes are in here - enjoy!

YourTango Talks With Matthew Goode The actor talks about his preference for East Coast ladies and the one white lie he tells his wife. Melissa Noble Written on Jan 04, 2010 English actor Matthew Goode has skimmed the surface of that coveted Household Name status since he played Mandy Moore's strapping British love interest in 2004's Chasing Liberty. He's since racked up some steady work—Match Point, Watchmen—and most recently co-starred in Tom Ford's directorial debut, A Single Man. Next up is the romantic comedy Leap Year, which centers around an American woman, Anna (Amy Adams), set to propose to her boyfriend in Ireland. Goode plays a rough, Irish badboy who takes Anna on a wild ride and might (might) charm her right out of those engagement plans.  We got the chance to sit down and chat with Goode about how he prefers East Coast ladies and the one white lie he tells his wife. What's the most important quality in a significant other? Sense of humor and patience. What's your favorite romantic movie? Hmm (long pause). When Harry Met Sally is a pretty good one, I guess. You know, I don't tend to even go to the cinema that often. If you could time travel, what love advice would you give your younger self? Have a lot of sex, kid. Don't worry too much if you're on the right line, fellow. You'll get yours and then some. You can't please others all the time. I'm a sucker for a woman who_____.  Can drink (laughs). And has a good sense of humor. My past is littered with fun women. Couples Who Drink Together, Stay Together  If she doesn't drink is that an immediate deal-breaker? (Long pause) I guess not. She could be in AA. In the movie Amy Adams' character, Anna, is ridiculously high-maintenance. How do you feel about high-maintenance women?Oh, God. I wouldn't have touched her with a 10-foot pole! I can't stand that! For me, high-maintenance is particularly amusing.  If your love life were a song title, what would it be? London Calling On what occasion do you lie to your wife? I don't lie that often. Maybe to say "only one more beer and I'll be right home" (laughs). Really? No white lies? No creative answers to "do you think she's pretty?" or "do I look fat in this?" If she asked questions like that she wouldn't be my wife. Do you believe in love at first sight? Yes, I kind of do. More fate than love at first site. I think most men could walk down the street and fall in love over and over again with every beautiful girl they saw. How are American girls different then British girls? You know, I don't really know, but I can say I really do like Southern girls. They're great fun! Overall, I prefer East Coast women, but all English women seem to be a bit more confident in the bar scene than American women. What three words would your wife use to describe you? Good God. "He's alright." Ha. I wouldn't get a glowing reference. Maybe: "Funny, sometimes drunk."

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The Slytherin Party

By Jane F. Nyx

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: At the monthly Slytherin Party there is only one rule. No Gryffindors aloud, except for a pair of twins. What happens when one of those twins happens to be your good friend and latest 'one-night stand'?

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A/N: Based on the 'Hogwarts Party' tiktoks. Feedbacks and tips will be well received :)) Proof read. No use of (y/n).

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The first thing to be heard was the sound of a muffled song blasting through speakers when I got closer to the 'door', the girl's unused bathroom.

Two Slytherin boys were watching the door, so I walked up to them, my trusty bag with all the goodies inside kept closer to me.

"I brought the puff Blaize ordered," I said, showing the boys my bag. 

They opened the door for me to enter.

The loud sound of music becomes much clearer. People dancing, drinking and singing around. Almost every student from every house was there. The monthly Slytherin Party became a tradition.

No Gryffindors aloud. Hufflepuffs, the bakers and herbologists. The Ravenclaws, the potions and spells makers, were always welcome. And of course, no Slytherin could go through a party without their emotional support Hufflepuff buddy next to them.

I walked through the cloud of people trying to find the right ones. That's when I saw them, standing next to what looked like a potion Fontaine.

Blaize Zabini, who had Luna Lovegood leaning on his shoulder. And Mattheo Riddle, with Dove Jackson, aka my best friend, by his side.

I quickened my pace to talk to them.

-"Hey, love! How is it going?" Dove asked when I approached her group.

-"I'm doing good," I responded, "Brought the stuff, made this morning," I showed them all the bag and gave a smaller one that was inside to Zabini who gladly accepted it.

-"Did I ever tell you you're the best?" Zabini asked, passing the bag to Luna to give it to her fellow potion makers.

-"No need to, I already knew that," I laughed at the last part. Dove and Luna then took both of my arms for us to leave the boys and do some business.

We were dressed for the night, Dove wearing a dark green tight dress to match her house. Luna a white cocktail dress with glitter that fit her style perfectly. And me, my favourite, blood red dress.

We had just started to hand out the potions when they walked in...

The Weasley twins.

I quickly turned to Luna and Dove, grabbing them by their arms.

"You told me he wasn't invited," my voice sounded much more like a grunt, after the new discovery.

-"Well, we didn't invite them," Luna said with her calm tone, "Maybe Mattheo did. He was talking to Blaize the other day about some candy he had ordered for the party,".

Of course they did.

There was only one exception to the 'No Gryffindors Rule'. And that exception happened to be George and Fred Weasley.

And Fred Weasley happened to be my one party date/flow/thing/I don't know what happened that night.

Since then things became weird between us. I was drunk that night, he was drunk that night and we both had smoked a bit. So I don't know how much of it was real.

Yes, there was tension before that. But nothing more than Fred being a flirt. He was just a flirtatious person.

We were both dealers so it was made to happen that we would meet at any party soon. But I didn't know it would take only a week time.

"Looking good, sweetheart!" was the first thing I heard leaving that pretty mouth of his.

I felt two gentle ticks on my shoulder, so I turned around.

The one only Fred Weasley.

He was a little taller than me so I needed to look a bit up to see his face.

And God, did he look good tonight.

Black button-up shirt and dark blue jeans, the first two buttons of his shirt open leaving room for imagination.

Luna and Dove had disappeared, leaving me and Fred alone...

-"Hello, Weasley!" I gathered the courage to talk. "What are you doing here?" I already knew the answer, but everything was better than silence. Even tho we were at a party full of people.

-"Same as you," he said "Just business," Fred pointed at George who had handed a little bag to Mattheo and Blaize.

-"I see..." I didn't know what to say, did he even remember everything that happened last party?

-"I was actually hoping you would be here tonight," he said taking one step closer. I could smell the familiar scent of cinnamon and wood.

The same smell that felt so intoxicating the last time. The same smell that made me wanting for more and wished the night didn't end the way it did.

Both of us were just too scared, scared to take the next step and admit that what we had wasn't only rivalry between dealers, that it wasn't only the friendship we had built, that it wasn't only the flirting and shared glancings.

That it wasn't only me and him, but maybe a us.

He took another step closer, he was looking down into my eyes and I was looking into his.

-"You also look good tonight," a small laugh escaped Fred's lips and a smile appeared in mine.

A slower song started to play. It might have been destiny, but in any way, it happened.

-"Would you like to dance?" Fred asked, "Promise I won't run away this time," he smiled at the last part remembering the chaotic night you guys had had.

-"Yes," and there I was. Once again at the arms of Fred Weasley swaying to a slow song, my hands on his shoulder and his hands on my waist.

-"You know," Fred was talking in a much lower tone now, almost a whisper, "I don't regret the last party, nor do I regret kissing you, the only thing I regret was leaving you afterwards,".

-"Freddie..." I felt my cheeks heating up, "We were drunk," there I was once again blaming everything on the alcohol and the weed. Completely ignoring my feelings and second-guessing the whole thing.

-"I only drank that much to take the courage and finally hit up on you and admit that what I feel for you is much more than friends should feel for each other," his eyes seemed to spark, and I couldn't stop looking at them.

We were in a trance, completely forgetting the world around us.

"And I hope, that you feel the same about this redhead right here," there was hope in his eyes, but there was also fear.

-"What I feel for you is much more than friends should feel," I said, my heart racing, "And I don't regret anything. Not at all, the only thing I regret is that it ended,".

And he kissed me.

But not for the last time.

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