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Ballet AU
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Shiro likes to take pictures of his star. Sometimes theyre nice and easy sometimes theyre a bit more... demanding

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Nooooooo Chris bby no
CW: Noncon touching, referenced noncon, noncon kiss trauma/panic response, pet whump, intimate whumper, creepy whumper, crass/derogatory language
Someone comes in, uses the bathroom, washes their hands, and leaves. Chris can see them over the handler's shoulder through the crack between the closed stall door and the side, flimsy metal that doesn't quite meet.
He breathes in shuddery, shaking gasps, but he doesn't - he can't - make a sound. The handler holds him tightly, the weight and heat of his body forcing Chris back against the wall. They're both still clothed, but the handler's breath is hot on his ear and Chris might throw up, or bite, or...
No he won't.
He'll be still and silent and good.
He always does this - he always freezes up. Somewhere inside himself, derailed, there is a train wreck screaming at him to fight or flee, but Chris can't do that, he's never done that, he's always done just what he is doing now.
Freeze, and be good, and hope that it won't be as bad as he knows it can be. As it has been. As it will probably be again.
His breath hitches, and the handler jams a shoulder into his collarbone to quiet him. The man who came in leaves, and it's only the two of them again.
"What do you do pet, with your barcode sawed off, huh? What makes money for your fancy lattes these days? You got a sugar daddy?"
The handler kisses him before he can answer. The press of lips on his is familiar, repulsive, inevitable. It would always be this, in the end, wouldn't it?
He has an acceptance letter to a real college pinned to the fridge, and it doesn't matter, because once a pet, always a pet, and never anything more.
Chris chokes on his disgust, shakes his head to the question, twists away from the handler's attempt to kiss him again. His clip is torn loose and his hair falls into his face, a blue curtain, not a wall he can hide behind.
"St-stop-"
The handler grips his chin and forces his head up, to meet his eyes. Chris whines, hates himself. He's supposed to be better now, stronger, and he's not. Still Baldur, still 223499, still nothing, still just a black hole with legs. No one at all.
Not a person.
Just a pet.
"You know better," The handler chides, patronizing. Chris sees him through a blurry sheen of tears, fuzzy and unfocused. "You don't get to know that word anymore."
You have two options, trainee. You can choose to be good, or choose to get hurt. I always give you options, don't I?
Yes, Handler Petrus-
"How do you answer a handler, pretty boy?"
Chris whispers, "N-no, sir, I d-d-don't have-... have, have... have a, a, a sug, a s-sugar daddy-"
"Then what? Whoring yourself like the other Romantics? That how you make a living?" Chris shudders, managing a breathy no, sir, and the handler chuckles, one hand still gripped tight over his throat, the other slipping up under Chris's shirt to find the layer of compression fabric beneath. "Oh, you're a double-wrapped fucking Christmas present, huh? Well, I know where we can go. I'll get a room at a motel. Show me you still know your tricks, pet, and I'll even let you go without turning you in."
"You-... You will?" Hope, dizzying as any vertigo, fights for space in his racing chaotic mind.
Chris's head starts to spin. His hands, pressed to the cool walls, tap desperately, but there's no soothing to be had here. Words are starting to fall apart, spark and dissipate, lose connection with his brain.
He manages, "Y-you... You, you, you... You p-promise? If I-I'm good?"
"Scout's Honor. Did you come here alone, pretty boy?" The handler's fingers twist some of Chris's hair, tuck it behind his ear, fiddle with the six piercings there, pressing rough thumb over them one by one. "Hm?"
Tears run warm down Chris's cheeks as he hiccups on a sob and whimpers, "Yes, s-sir, I'm al, al, alone."
He lets himself be pulled out of the bathroom and towards the door with his head down and his eyes on the floor.
He"s a terrible liar - but he's crying so hard that the handler can't tell.
Look up, he thinks, desperately. The handler's grip on his hand is bruising tight, an arm around his lower back, a whispered litany of the things he is going to do to Chris when they get to the motel.
Chris says yes to them all. He doesn't remember anymore how to say no.
He doesn't get to remember no.
They move across the cafe to the door, to all appearances a man concerned about his upset friend. Chris can't cry for help. Pets don't ask for help. They don't need it.
They're pets.
He's a pet.
Everything else he's ever tried to be is a lie.
And yet...
Look up, he pleads, inside his own mind. Look up, see me, help me, help.
Look up, Antoni.
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Better luck next time, buddy.
Kolivan is absolutely NOT cute. Never. Not even a little. But heāll be damned if heās second to anyone, let alone this smug bastard.
RIP Sendak. āPā stands for āpiecesā.
Meanwhile, at the peanut galleryā¦
Looks like Mr. Bunny Tails really canāt stand the competition. Can I have some of that popcorn, please?
Thace: *passes the popcorn* Ulaz: āHey! How come you didnāt let me have any?!ā Thace: āUntil you tell me who that mysterious unfortunate object of your affection is, I donāt know you. :Pā Ulaz: ā⦠I hope youāll choke. >>ā
Grabbs a big handfull of popcorn, stuffs into mouth.Ā
What a mess. I wonder which one of them is going toĀ
Later, Galra high command:
And as for the Blades:
Listen I know I said Iām done, but last night I went to bed and my brain was like: hey, wanna make Thace choke on that popcorn? And I was like :D
So hereās an alternate version to the story.
Local assholes use the moment of the enemyās distraction to sneak some quick PDAs right behind his back, thoroughly enjoying to keep him in dark for as long as possible to watch him stew in the āmysteryā. Not that he needs any additional help to choke on that popcorn. XD
Random fun headcanon: Galras like to impress their partners by flashy displays of strenght and combat prowess. So watching their significant others kicking ass can get a bit⦠exciting.
My piece for shendak discordās spring fling exchange! My partner asked for a workplace thing so welcome to Black Lion Offices

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the difference between how ranking officers and troopers feel about Vader is so fucking funny because both groups' opinions revolve around the same fact: his shadow rank. Officers hate it because the have NO idea where he exists in the military structure, if he even does, and who they should report him to when they're having a problem. Worst, they can't even get around that by sorting out the problem themselves because Vader a) obviously doesn't respect them; b) can't even be fought because his witch ass will just toss them across the room. And it drives them NUTS. The officers uniformly hate him, even more because there's not shit they can do about it
mean while in the barracks, trooper ET-8888 or whatever is regaling EVERYONE with the story of how just that morning she watched Vader send Wullf Yularen crashing through a plate of transparisteel, and they all agree on the spot that if Vader asked, they'd all blow him
Darth "if you aren't in the 501st I don't respect you" Vader: [strides by, cape whooshing in the wind]
officers: [scatter and avoid eye contact]
every trooper in range:
Ouch it's been a life since the last post here, but luckily I'm finally free from exams so I'll try to update contents more often on this blog!
Here's a sketchy Shendak cuz I missed them š sendak has not his arm prosthesis just because I'm lazy so I'm gonna say this is a pre-paladin Shiro au or just a modern setting canon free (?) Idk
I finally finished this sort of comic thing(with no background cuz I am lazy af) AAANNND hope you like, I'm not really good in making more "serious" comic, but at least I tried šš
Hope the grammar isn't so awful, English is not my first language!
Sets after season 2, Au where Shiro and Kuron exist at the same time and Shiro (idk in my head sounded ok) with Sendak being a manipulative caring bastard because why not? āØ
And so, here is my distress character from #Disney #Hercules : #Pegasus š I think you would have never guessed
I kinda modified him š I hope you like it !
#fanart #drawing #tiedup #bondage #Procreate

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you guys asked me to draw something angsty and dramatic for SO many times, so i just couldnāt resist! and here are some angsty irondad hugs, just as many of you wanted
this one was actually inspired by the second part ofĀ ā5 times Tony calls Peter babyāĀ by the amazing @madasthesea!! the fic is really touching and it totally made me feel feelings, so you should definitely give it a read ā¤ļøĀ
and also i wanted to thank you all for the asks and requests youāve sent me!! i feel such a great support from you, iām so thankful for every kind word i received from you guys! ā¤ļø ā¤ļø ā¤ļø
and thanks to @madasthesea for the inspiration and sharing this heartwarming fic with us! :) /and/ /just as always/ /no ship tags, please/
Cont. of this [x]
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So Jaskier tells him.
Geralt lays in the dark, staring at the ceiling, holding his breath.
Oh Geralt, sheād be lovely. Sheād like you more, though. Sheād have the softest hands, Geralt. Wouldnāt be able to keep them off you once she got them on you. Probably not her mouth, either. Sheād know just how to touch you. Know every little place on your body that makes your cock ache. Youād never want anyone else to touch you again. Sheād ruin you. She might never let you go.
Geralt knows who heās really talking about.
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Itās late, the inn clearing slowly, and Jaskier pulls the girl heās been dancing with into his lap, wraps his arms around her body. She giggles. āCome upstairs with us,ā he says against her ear, looking across the table to Geralt, and she happily obliges.
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āHeās good at that, isnāt he?ā
Jaskierās leaning back against the bedhead, the girlās back kept close against his chest by a firm arm around her belly, and Geralt at her front, teasing his cock in and out of her.
She nods with a whine and then says,Ā āKiss him.ā
And Jaskierās eyes flick down to her, and then to Geralt. And back to her.Ā
She laughs, but with Geralt thrusting into her, it comes out more like a strangled groan.Ā āItās obvious you want to,ā she pants.
Jaskier frowns.Ā āThat.. isnāt what this is,ā he says, sounding apprehensive.
She laughs again, and throws her hands backwards around his neck.Ā āIsnāt it?ā she says with an arrogant scoff. She tilts her head back, and talks directly to him.Ā āHe canāt keep his eyes off you, can he? I might as well not even be here.ā
Jaskier swallows. Heās never really wanted the girls to be there anyway.
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The next time a girl tells Jaskier to kiss Geralt, he doesnāt hesitate. He leans across her body and kisses Geralt, and Geralt comes with Jaskierās tongue in his mouth.
They donāt talk about it.
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They meet a woman whoās particularly interested in seeing them together. She asks them to kiss each other for her, and Jaskier worries at his lip.
āIt doesnāt make you, you knowā¦ā
Heās not sure thatās what heās worried about. Geralt looks at him with those golden sunrise eyes and Jaskier canāt say no. His heart pounds harder than it ever has before.
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āNo girl tonight?ā Geralt asks casually, as Jaskier comes striding through the door one evening without company.
Jaskier keeps his eyes on Geralt as he walks right up to him, puts his hands on his shoulders, and pushes him backwards where the wall catches him.
āIt was never about the girls,ā he says, and closes his eyes.
Geralt kisses him back.
Omg that story w Geralt as a voyeur wreaked me! I imagine more girls are comfortable sleeping with a witcher w jaskier there, and he ends up showing them how Geralt likes to be touched, telling them how to kiss and suck and push into him until Geralt is being taken apart to the sound of jaskier's voice
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Jaskier doesnāt touch Geralt.
Geralt really wants Jaskier to touch him.
But tumbling around with one another, the woman tangled up between them the only thing separating them, is better than nothing, so he doesnāt push the issue.
Jaskier has a fascinating way of making the women they fool around with feel safe. Maybe itās his gentle hands, his charming smile; the way he lifts their hair at the nape of their neck and presses kisses there, mutters into their ear with a glint in his eye as they both stare at Geralt.
Or maybe itās because he knows Geralt better than anyone, and when he assures the girl that Geralt would never hurt her, thatĀ theyādĀ never hurt her, she believes him.
Whatever it is, Geraltās entirely grateful.
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āNo, no, kiss him here,ā Jaskier purrs and presses a finger to the pulse point on Geraltās neck, nonchalant, like it doesnāt make Geraltās stomach tense and his toes curl up.Ā āHe likes it there,ā Jaskier murmurs as the woman dips in and presses her lips against Geraltās neck.
If Geralt squeezes his eyes tight enough he can almost pretend itās Jaskier tracing patterns with his tongue instead.
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āA little faster, love.āĀ
Geralt groans and he wonders who could blame the girl for slowing down and stuttering when Jaskierās got his fingers slipped under her skirt, and from the sounds she makes around Geraltās cock, his fingers pushed inside her.
She quickens her pace at the command, her mouth warm around Geralt, and the extra friction has tension pulling tight in his groin.
His face clearly betrays him because Jaskier audibly smirks as he looks Geralt over and says,Ā āYeah, thatās better.ā
Itās the words that tip him over.
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āItās okay, he wonāt bite,ā Jaskier grins, moving his hand down to the inside of her knee to spread her legs wider as Geralt crawls on his belly between them, bringing his mouth towards her cunt.
She shivers, and Geraltās heart thrums with jealousy when Jaskier buries his head in her neck and says, āBut I might.ā
Jaskier talks about how sheās going to slide down on Geraltās cock and fuck him silly, and Geralt comes in his pants looking at Jaskier.
The girl melts between them, forgotten.
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Jaskier keeps inviting him in, and Jaskier keeps the girls between them.
In a way.
He tells them to touch Geralt there, kiss him here,Ā fuck him like this. Geralt forgets the girls are there, half of the time, instead drunk on the sound of the lower-than-usual voice rolling rich and thick off Jaskierās tongue.
He works the girls like puppets and uses them to unravel Geralt.
Until one night there is no girl.Ā
Thereās Geralt, and Jaskier, laying in bed in the dark inn room, side by side, thighs touching; Geraltās mouth dry and Jaskierās heart pounding in his ears.
āImagine if we had a girl here, eh? Wouldnāt that be fun.ā Jaskier breaks the silence, a suggestive smile sweetening the words.Ā
And Geralt just says,Ā āTell me.ā
Quick! Make a wish!! š¤ā¤ļø
Itās the magic hour baby!
Keith wanted a snapchat of Shiro to match his. š
EDIT// I forgot his scar! I fixed it! š

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