#oh god. the intrusive thoughts r kicking up. shut up. shut up shut up.

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[trashyswitch]

Remus's Strange Weaknesses

Thomas is having a terrible time handling Remus today. So, he begs for help from Roman. And Roman has a lot of free information to help Thomas with!

Thomas was really struggling with his intrusive thoughts. Remus just wouldn’t shut up. He had been badgering him all day with thought after thought. And not a single break was thrown in for him. Just constant thoughts…

“How many stabs do you think it takes to kill someone?” Remus asked Thomas. He pulled out a dagger. “Wanna test it out?” 

Thomas shook his head. “No.” 

“Well TOO BAD!” Remus summoned Patton in his arms and laid Patton onto the ground. 

“Wait, WHAT?! REMUS-” Thomas shouted. 

“REMUS?!” Patton shouted as well. 

Remus was about to shove the knife into Patton’s middle. But Thomas grabbed his arm before he could lower his arm down. “Patton, GO!” Thomas ordered. 

Patton sprinted away as fast as he could. 

“NO! My guinea pig!” Remus reacted. 

Thomas slapped the knife out of Remus’s hand and threw it behind him. “You are taking it way too far this time.” Thomas told him. 

“Oh please…Like I haven’t done that before.” Remus rolled his eyes. “Knives on glass plates!” Remus declared. 

Thomas yelped and threw Remus to the ground. “NO!” Thomas yelled, covering his ears. 

Remus giggled evilly and snapped his fingers. Thomas widened his eyes as he felt something big and slimy appear in his mouth. Thomas spat it out and started to gag just from looking at it. It was a raw octopus tentacle. 

“Mmm! Looks tasty!” Remus reacted as he grabbed the flopping octopus tentacle, dipped it in a full raw egg shell and bit into it. You could hear the squishing and the crackling sounds as he chewed on the tentacle. 

Thomas was so close to throwing up. “R-Rem…Remus…st-stop.” Thomas ordered, growing pale. 

Remus smirked and licked his lips. “How about I help you out?” Remus asked. 

He scooted himself closer to Thomas and blew his fishy breath mixed with 10 year old morning breath into his face. 

Thomas finally threw up onto the floor. He coughed and groaned as he looked at the mess he made. “Oh god-” 

Remus slid himself onto the floor and grabbed a spoon. “Time to dig in!” Remus declared. 

Thomas covered his mouth in horror as he watched Remus take a spoonful of vomit and shove it into his mouth. 

“R-” Thomas growled and threw his hands down to his own sides. “ROMAN!” Thomas shouted. 

Roman rose up from the mind palace. “Is my damsel in distress in-” Roman widened his eyes and groaned. “Remus…” Roman walked up to Remus and kicked his head away from the vomit. 

Remus was just laughing maniacally as he laid on his back. 

Roman sighed and snapped his fingers. And just like that, Thomas’s vomit had disappeared from the floor. Then, Roman gave Thomas some Pepto Bismol and some water. “To help your tummy ache.” Roman told Thomas. 

Thomas ate the pepto bismol and drank some of the water. “Thank you.” Thomas told him. 

“Pleasure to help a victim of my brother’s endeavors.” Roman replied. 

Thomas cleared his throat. “Alright…Now, that’s not the only reason I called you here.” Thomas admitted. 

“Oh? And what would my dear Thomas like from his special prince?” Roman asked, sounding more feminine the more he spoke. 

Thomas sighed and looked at Remus, who was scratching his ear like a dog. “What is…Remus’s weakness?” Thomas asked. 

Roman blinked and widened his eyes in surprise. 

Thomas sat down on the couch. “I’ve done everything I could to stop Remus. But nothing is working.” Thomas told him. 

Roman nodded. “Honestly, I have too…” Roman admitted. 

Thomas looked down. “Is Remus even capable of having a weakness?” he asked. 

Roman smiled a little bit. “Actually…yeah. He is.” Roman replied. 

Now it was Thomas’s turn to look at Roman in surprise. “Really? Remus has a weakness?” Thomas asked. 

Remus looked up. “Why are you surprised, Thomas?” Remus asked. 

Thomas threw his arms up. “B-Because you’re…YOU’RE YOU!” Thomas replied. 

Roman chuckled. “Give him a rest.” Roman told Remus. He turned to Thomas. “Yes, Remus has weaknesses. For example:” 

Roman summoned a little baby into his own arms. Remus yelped and backed up a bit, while Thomas gasped and cooed happily. “Awwww! What’s their name?” Thomas asked. 

“His name is Lucas!” Roman replied. 

Thomas looked at Remus and immediately noticed how much his body composure had changed. He was nervous, tense, and staring at the baby with worried eyes. 

“Holy…You do not like babies.” Thomas reacted calmly. 

Roman smirked. “Come on, Remus! Try holding onto the baby-” Roman kept bringing the baby closer and closer to Remus. 

“NO! No, keep that thing away from me. You so much as touch me with that baby, and I will punch you.” Remus warned. 

Roman chuckled. “Remus is terrified of babies the same way Patton’s-” 

“-afraid of spiders!” Thomas reacted. Thomas walked over and gently took the baby from Roman. “What else is he scared of?” Thomas asked. 

Roman smirked and summoned a monarch butterfly. “These.” Roman replied. 

Remus widened his eyes and slowly threw his hands up. “Oh boy…” 

Thomas widened his eyes. “...Butterflies…” Thomas muttered. 

Roman giggled and summoned a butterfly onto Remus’s head. Remus narrowed his eyes at Roman. “What did you just do?” He asked. 

Thomas pulled out a hand mirror and showed Remus. The moment Remus looked up and saw the butterfly on his head, he gasped and covered his mouth. “Ohno- nononono- Roman, get it off. NOW.” Remus ordered. 

Thomas chuckled and used the mirror to gently lift the butterfly off his head. “It’s alright. It’s just a butterfly. A small, harmless, fluttery little butterfly.” Thomas told him, showing him the butterfly. 

“Okay…As long as the creepy thing is over there and not close to-” Remus screeched as Thomas waved the mirror, making the butterfly jump off the mirror and flap its delicate wings to Remus. “AAH! NO! STAYAWAY! GET! AWAY!” Remus shouted, swatting at it and cowering away. 

Thomas couldn’t help but laugh. It was hilarious to him! 

Roman giggled and finally grabbed the butterfly from the air. “Alright. I think that’s enough of that.” Roman told him. 

Thomas whined. “Awww…but I was enjoying that.” Thomas complained. 

“Enjoying seeing me suffer?” Remus reacted. 

Thomas looked at Roman with wide eyes and shock. “Are you hearing this guy?!” 

Roman laughed. “I completely agree.” Roman replied. He looked at his brother. “Come on, Remus. You know how fun it is to torture people.” Roman told him. 

Remus huffed and crossed his arms, pouting. He blew a raspberry with his tongue out, and slumped down. 

“Awww, come on…Don’t be like that.” Roman teased, sitting down beside him and bringing his fingers closer to him. 

“Be like what?” Remus asked innocently. 

Roman smirked and gave both of Remus’s sides a squeeze. “Don’t be all pouty.” Roman told him. 

Remus gasped and covered his mouth. “W-WAIT-” Remus turned to Roman and quickly tried to push Roman’s face and hands away from him. “Don’t even think about it!” 

Roman giggled evilly. “Ohoho…” He smirked. “I’ve thought about it…” 

Remus looked at him with fearful eyes. “A���And?” 

Roman brought his hands up in front of Remus and snapped his fingers. In a split second, Roman’s hands were covered with silk black gloves with googly eyes glued to the top of his hands. 

“Heeeere come the tickle spiders!” Roman brought his hands up to Remus’s ribs and started tickling all over. 

Thomas dropped his jaw in shock as he watched Remus squeal, smile brightly and kick his feet all over the place. Roman was squeezing his sides and tickling Remus’s ribs with his fast, strong fingers. “Remus…is ticklish?!” Thomas reacted. 

Roman giggled and nodded. “Yup! And we used to have a favorite tickle game.” Roman removed one of his hands from the ribs and showed Thomas his gloved hands. “Remus LOVES being tickled by the tickle spiders.” Roman told Thomas. “Don’tcha? Oh don’tcha Remus?” Roman teased, making his voice high-pitched. 

Remus was laughing and snorting. “NAHAHAT THEHEHERE! PLEHEHEEEEEASE!” Remus laughed. 

Thomas smiled a little bit. “Do you happen to have more of those gloves?” Thomas asked. 

Roman paused his tickle attack, snapped his fingers, and went right back to tickling. Thomas looked down at his hands and raised them up. He now had black silk gloves with googly eyes, comfortably covering his hands. Thomas giggled evilly (which sounded identical to Roman’s evil laugh) and started tickling Remus’s belly. “Oh no! More spiders have come to tickle our little ticklish Remus!” Thomas reacted. 

Remus squealed and was weakly pushing one hand against each tickle monster’s chests. “NOHOHohohoho! Cohohome ohohohon!” Remus giggled. 

“You come on!” Thomas teased. 

“Hey Remus! What’s a spider’s favorite place to hide?” Roman asked. 

Remus gasped and looked at Roman. “NO! Plehehease dohohon’t!” Remus begged. 

Roman slowly walked his fingers into Remus’s armpit and started skittering his fingers. “Right in the pitsies!” Roman teased. 

Remus snorted and threw his head back, cackling his head off. “IHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T!” Remus told them. 

“Awww, can poor Remus not take the tickles?” Thomas asked. 

“YEHEHEHEAAAH!” Remus replied. 

“Oh! Oh you CAN take the tickles?!” Thomas reacted. “Phew! That’s a relief!” 

“How does one read a book with all-” Logan rose up, reading a big textbook. Logan looked up from the book and raised his eyebrows in surprise. “...Oh…” Was all Logan could say as he adjusted his glasses. 

Patton rose up next. “Ugh…What’s that smell-” Patton dropped his jaw in shock. “What…YOU’RE HAVING A TICKLE FIGHT WITHOUT ME?!” Patton yelled. 

Roman looked over at Patton and quickly stopped tickling Remus to pull Patton over. “What are you waiting for?! Get his hips! They’re REALLY bad.” Roman told Patton. 

“I…” Patton wasn’t sure if he should even touch Remus, let alone tickle him. “He’s not gonna…act all weird about it…will he?” Patton asked, scratching the back of his head. 

Thomas chuckled. “Worst thing he’ll do is snort at us.” Thomas told him. 

Patton bit the inside of his lip and finally gave in. “Fine.” he said with a sigh and a smile. He just can’t really say no to his kiddo. 

Patton gently sat onto Remus’s legs and started digging his thumbs into Remus’s hips. Remus wheezed and arched his back as he cackled loudly. 

“Oho my gosh! You’re right! His hips ARE really bad!” Patton reacted. 

Roman nodded. “Told ya!” Roman replied. 

Thomas went back to skittering his fingers all over Remus’s belly and lower ribs. He even added in little ‘nom nom’ sounds as he tickled and squeezed. 

Remus’s hair and mustache were all askew at this point. And Remus was starting to grow tired from all the tickles. He wasn’t used to being tickled for so long. But…it wasn’t as bad as he expected. 

Thomas and Roman soon stopped tickling Remus, and let Patton just tickle Remus on his own. Patton was growing more teasy and playful the longer he tickled Remus. Patton had slowly turned into the playful Patton they all knew and loved. And Remus was blushing from all the childish teases. But like all things, Patton simply had to stop at some point. Patton soon let him go and gave him some water. Thomas even gave Remus a new full deodorant pack for Remus to use to lessen the pain in his throat. Apparently, according to Remus, deodorant has the same throat-lubricating ability that milk had. And to everyone’s surprise, Remus didn’t really like milk all that much! Deodorant was simply better in every way. 

[scenecipriano]

Set The Spirit Free

THIS- is based on @teataearts post that they made of my post! It’s postception XD 

Tw: decapitation mentioned, depression mentioned, panic attacks, angst, and injuries, mentions of selfharm

The song that was used to help with the added lyrics can be found here it’s a cover by Alice Flare! 

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Roman stumbles when he pops back into his room, tears blurring his green eyes as he drops down to his knees, a choked sob getting trapped in his throat. Why was he never enough? He tried to be perfect, to be the perfect hero for Thomas and his family, ‘But you’re not the hero are you?’ Roman covers his mouth as another sob tries to force its way through. 

The voice of his insecurities was right, he wasn’t the hero anymore, he hasn’t changed, he was still the jerk that Logan claimed him to be, and the annoying prince that Virgil always said he was. Now that Patton was agreeing with… with Janus, who knows what the fatherly side has thought of him all these years and just lied straight to his face. 

It wasn’t fair, he was the one that suggested Thomas talk to Lee and Mary Lee, he was the one to suggest they go to the callback, but he didn’t want Thomas to be a bad person! He wanted Thomas to be good, he wanted to make Patton proud of him! Not… Not scared or upset like when he… 

‘Roman you need to stop! You’re hurting everyone!’ 

He closes his eyes and allows tears to slip down his face.

“T-That’s all I ever do is hurt, people… T-That’s why fate’s cruel hand gave me the ability to use the hurt incantation… i-it’s not fair,” Roman cries as he grips his hair tight.

Roman tenses when a knock sounds at his door. 

“Kiddo? Can you let me in, we need to talk…” 

Panic ceases Roman’s heart as he pushes himself up from the floor, he stumbles slightly as he rushes over to the door that hid the imagination. He must have accidentally knocked something down because Patton yelped out and asked if he was okay. 

Roman throws the door to the imagination open and runs inside, he slams the door shut and runs as fast he can, ignoring the gloomy scenery that took over his usual sunny and blue skies. 

‘Oh, Roman, thank god you don’t have a mustache! Otherwise, between you and Remus I wouldn’t know who the evil twin is!’ 

Roman chokes back a sob as he dashes across the slowly dying field, he runs into his palace and into the throne room. 

He collapses onto his throne and buries his face into his hands, allowing his sobbing and tears to spill freely. 

‘Okay, now you’re just being a jerk.’ 

‘That lyric wasn’t… good.’ 

‘Pump the brakes Princey!’ 

‘Roman, I’m surprised at you!’ 

‘Roman’ll make you sick~!’ 

‘Thank god you don’t have a mustache, otherwise between you and Remus I wouldn’t know who the evil twin is!’ 

The voices of his friends, brother, and that snake kept repeating over and over again, causing Roman to grip his hair tighter and tighter. 

“C-Cut the strings of hope… C-Catastrophic deeds… burn all means to cope...and set the spirit free…” 

The aura in the throne room darkens, the single strip that Roman kept dyed bled into a dark shade of black, his green eyes turning into black voids as his tears continuously fall like a slow flowing stream. 

“Wither and decay… end this destiny, break these earthly chains… and set the spirit free…” 

The white of Roman’s uniform bleeds to ebony, his sash taking on a more crimson color as a crown made of obsidian forms over his head.

“The spirit free…” 

Remus was worried, ha! Him worried, what a shocker right? But he was worried, Janus filled him in on what happened after the latest episode. Everyone tried their best to get Roman to come out of his room but nothing was working. As the days past, Remus noticed how everyone was losing the normal glow. Virgil seemingly more anxious than normal, falling into panic attacks and snapping at everyone before immediately breaking down and apologizing. 

Logan was more snippy than usual, nearly biting anyone’s heads off that even dared to look in his direction for too long. The logical side chose to keep to himself in his room, which Remus was sure wasn’t any better, he saw the red marks on Logan’s forearms. 

Patton and Thomas were the ones that worried him the most, the two of them falling into a depression. Patton refuses to eat, only wanting to wear his cat hoodie and some pajama pants. While Thomas refuses to leave his bed and do work, no matter what Remus tried, Thomas wouldn’t budge, no matter how many times he’s shown up with a severed head. 

Janus was surprisingly handling things well, he may have the occasional outburst, but that wasn’t really uncommon with the snake. 

“Okay, this shit is getting ridiculous. Jan, you’re the self-care guru, can’t you just, go up there and kick Thomas in the ass and make him get up?” 

Janus sighs heavily as he turns the page in his book. 

“I could, but what’s the point? With Patton down and Virgil in high gear, nothing is going to get Thomas up and going. If Roman would just get over his temper tantrum then this wouldn’t be happening.” 

Remus frowns and snatches the snake’s book from him, he holds it up above his head when Janus tries to snatch it back. 

“You and I are going up there, I’m going to try something, well I’m going to try what I should have done a long time ago but I couldn’t resist showing Thomathy my head collection.” 

“Oh? And what’s that?” Janus asks as he tries to jump up to get his book. 

“I’m going to heal him.” 

Thomas groans when he hears two of his sides appear next to the bed, he tightens the covers around him. 

“At, nope not this time, bitch.” 

Thomas goes to snap at Remus when the intrusive side jerks the blankets away but stops when the duke places his hand on Thomas’s head. 

“Flower gleam and glow, let your powers shine, make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine.” 

Thomas’s eyes widen when he sees the glowing aura form around Remus, the white tuff of hair and his eyes glowing as well. 

“Heal what has been hurt, change the fates’ design, save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine… what once was mine~.” 

Thomas blinks when a warm feeling floods through his chest, for the first time in over a week he felt like his old self. He stares up at Remus with his jaw slacked. 

“How did you-?” 

“Doesn’t matter, Dee-Dee, go check on the others, I need to have a talk with Thomas.” 

Thomas looks over to Janus, he notices how the sides scales looked more lively than they were the last time he saw him. He waves to him as the snake-like side sinks out, earning a small smile from him in return. 

“You and I need to make a trip, I think I know what’s wrong with my brother, but I need you to get to him.” 

Thomas looks at Remus and furrows his brows. 

“Why would you want to help him? Don’t you two hate each other?” 

“No, we just… disagree on things are you going to help me or not?” 

Thomas sits up and gives Remus a determined look as he holds his hand out for the duke to take. 

“Let’s go be our prince’s hero.” 

Remus felt himself go rigid when he and Thomas appeared into the imagination, the sky was dark, all of the greenery was dried out and brown, deader than Anne Boleyn after she was decapitated. He turns to Thomas when he hears the man cough and gasps for air.   

“Wither and decay, end this destiny… break these earthly chains and set the spirit free, the spirit free~.” 

Roman’s voice echoed across the lands. 

“I-Is that from T-Tangled?” Thomas wheezes. 

“Yes, once I save Roman we’ll explain I promise but you need to go. Update the others, we’ll be back soon.” 

Remus waves his hand, sending Thomas out of the imagination. 

‘Please be okay, Ro…’ 

Roman was cold, he cold and numb, but a small part of him inside his heart begged to be free. His voice echoed as he sang the incantation, his tears felt as if they had frozen onto his cheeks as a pond would freeze in the dead of winter. 

“Ro-!” 

Someone was here, he could hear them, his singing was too loud. 

‘Evil twin.’ 

A pitched yelp and a light touch to his left arm caused Roman to come back to reality, he watches as his brother slides across the throne room floor. His right arm clutched tightly to his chest. 

“R-Remus… R-Remus!” Roman cries, the black fading from his eyes. His costume bleaching back into his normal white, the obsidian crown disappearing from the top of his head as he rushes over to his brother. 

He gasps when he sees Remus’ hand charred black and bent at an angle. Fresh tears form in Roman’s eyes as he drops down next to Remus. 

“I-I’m s-sorry, I didn’t… I-I didn’t mean t-to, I just… I-I wanted the voices to s-sto-.” 

“S-Shh, it’s okay… It’s okay I’ll heal…” 

Roman tenses up when his brother pulls him into a one-armed hug. He buries his face against the rough fabric of Remus’ shirt. 

“I-I’m s-sorry…” 

“I’m just glad you’re back…” 

[puppy-prose]

Hey there! I saw that you were taking requests and I thought I'd drop you a line. I'm obsessed with Geralt/Jaskier right now, so anything that you write would be amazing. Two prompts that I have in mind are 1) College!AU where Jaskier and Geralt are sharing a room in student accommodation. Jaskier has the hots for Geralt (obvs) and thinks he's being sneaky having a wank at night but Geralt totally knows ;) also 2) Geralt as a werewolf. I dig your kinks list, so if either of those take your fancy

I'd love to read what you come up with. The smuttier, the better imo! warnings // mild rape fantasy, spit as lube, light/unintentional voyeurism

It wasn’t fair, Jaskier decided, that somehow, he’d ended up with one of the sexiest men in the whole college as his dormmate. 

Geralt had everything. The muscles, the brains, the kindness. He was mysterious and gruff, but welcoming and warm once one got to know him. He got straight A’s, looked like he belonged to a motor gang, and was an incredibly considerate roommate--a fact that Jaskier had to not only get used to, but also absorb some himself, if only to show Geralt that he was worth sticking around with and not ask for a transfer. 

After all, being in the same dorm meant that he got to see Geralt in many stages. He got to see him sweaty and tired after coming back from the gym; he got to see him damp from the shower, his unfairly gorgeous white hair still dripping down the lines of his neck despite Geralt’s attempts at getting them decently dry. He got to see Geralt wolf down food when he missed a meal for some reason or another--got to watch him as he did the dishes every time he cooked like some god of roommate-ing or something--got to be there when Geralt was sleepy and yawning, his unfairly sharp canine teeth on display, his warm eyes soft, his entire body screaming vulnerability. Hell, sometimes Jaskier even got to touch, combing out his hair when Geralt had had enough of it, patching him up when he inevitably got in another fight trying to protect someone or another. 

So, yeah. Jaskier had maybe-kind-of-really fallen head over heels for Geralt. So what? No big deal. He’d had crushes before; he’d pined and whined and sought out love where it wasn’t reciprocated. But gods. He’d never had to spend night after night, sleeping in the same room as that crush, their beds on opposite walls, so fucking close. He’d never had to go through the inevitable stage of jacking off to that crush nearly every night knowing that that person was right there and, in Geralt’s case, had really kind of freaky super-hearing. 

Didn’t stop him from doing it anyway, though.

Turned on his side, facing the wall away from Geralt, Jaskier let his hands slide slowly under his blankets. It was easy to get his pajama pants down, pushing them to his knees, his cock already half-hard just from the sight he’d been treated to just before they’d turned the lights out--Geralt, grunting and huffing as he stretched out his shoulders and back from a long workout session, shirtless, his muscles rippling, tensing, loosening… Jaskier shoved his bottom lip between his teeth as he conjured the memory up with ease, eyes fluttering shut as he imagined it. 

Those muscles would look so good above him. Geralt, flexing and strong, bearing him down into the mattress. Gods, Geralt could take whatever he wanted, he realized, and the thought made his cock twitch in his hand, plumping up more. So it was going to be one of those fantasies tonight, he supposed.

Sliding his hand back up, he reached below his pillow. Thankfully, Geralt was also considerate enough to generally leave Jaskier’s things alone, unless they were directly in his way. Which meant he had no idea about the bottle of lube that practically lived somewhere in his bed at all times, in case he brought someone home--or in case something like this happened. He pulled it out and uncorked it, trying to muffle the pop of the cap as quietly as he could in his side, before dribbling some onto his palm. Again, he used his body to muffle the noise as he closed the lid and left it beside him, hand returning to his cock once again. 

Yeah, he thought. Geralt was so fucking strong. It wouldn’t take much at all for him to pin Jaskier down. He could drag an arm behind his back, hold it there, keep him pressed into the bed. His fingers, perhaps wet by his own spit, Geralt having shoved them into his mouth to keep him quiet, keep him from raising any alarm, would slide between his legs, push against his hole. It’d be humiliating, his own roommate opening him up, none too gentle about it, spreading him--and gods, Jaskier knows he’d be moaning by then, hope of fleeing gone, desire to flee gone. Maybe Geralt would make fun of him for it, too.

Choking down a whine, Jaskier shifted in the bed. He turned onto his back, spreading his legs open as much as he could, trousers kicked down to his ankles. His hand fell from his cock, down past it, sliding between the cheeks of his own ass until he could press one, then two slick fingers inside. It burned a little; he really should have added more lube. But that slight pain was perfect for the way his thoughts were going. 

Keeping his eyes closed, he let his mind return. Imagining a weight on his chest, pretending the bed at his back was Geralt bearing down on him and the heavy blankets atop him was the bed he was being shoved into--it was very hard to open himself on his stomach while remaining lying down to avoid Geralt’s detection, he’d found--he pushed his free hand under his body, pinning it behind his back. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the best he could do.

“Fucking slut,” he imagined Geralt would say, scissoring inside of him, his own fingers mimicking the fantasy. “Can’t wait for me to take you, can you? You’re already wet for me, like a bitch in heat.”  

Geralt, surely, was too nice to actually say any of that. Jaskier wanted, though. He wanted so fucking badly. That gravelly voice, the uncaring drawl he’d have, just like all the times he’d warned off assholes on their nights out at pubs or wherever, just before punches would start flying. Only with him, Geralt would push in a third finger, make him take the intrusion whether he was ready or not, and--

“G-Ger…”

Jaskier twisted his hand free from behind his back, shoving it flat against his own mouth. Fuck. He shook from the strain, his cock brushing against the blankets above him, and he wanted nothing more than to rock up into them--but he stayed still, very very still, listening as Geralt gave a soft sigh from the other side of the room, readjusted himself, and settled back down. 

He controlled his breathing as best he could for a few more minutes, wanting to make sure. If Geralt found out about this… Jaskier wouldn’t be surprised if he was tossed out on his ass, perhaps with a report to the RA, or even the Dean of the school. No, he had to be very, very careful about this. Even if he didn’t want to be.

But nothing happened during those minutes. So carefully, cautiously, Jaskier started to move his fingers again. He’d gotten up to three, just like his fantasy, before having to stop. The minutes had taken some of the burn away, though, and he had to stretch them out, fingers pulling apart to get it back, his eyes rolling up into his head at the sheer pleasure that sparked through him. It felt so fucking good, and while they weren’t Geralt’s fingers, it didn’t take away the heat that coursed through him, heady and strong. 

He kept them stretched, kept them wide apart as he imagined Geralt pulling his own fingers back out. Maybe Geralt would finally use the lube on his cock--or maybe, maybe, he'd make Jaskier choke on it instead, get it wet and slick from his own spit. And gods, that was a thought, and before he knew it, he had his own fingers in his mouth, hole fluttering around the new emptiness, his breathing hard, nearly panting around the digits pressing wide and deep into his mouth. It was a messy business; thank goodness tomorrow was his laundry day. But it was too good to stop, and he was shivering with want, hips giving tiny twitches against the blankets when he finally withdrew his fingers. 

“See?” Geralt would say. “Such a cockslut. Getting off on sucking my dick. Bet you could come like that, couldn’t you? I could force my cock down into your throat, make you gag on it, and you’d take it just as well as if I were fucking you.”  

Another little whimper escaped him, but Jaskier was, decidedly, a little too far gone to care. He pushed his fingers back inside of himself, not bothering to take it slow, his back arching a few degrees off the bed in reaction. He had to shove his hand over his mouth again to keep his sounds in, to keep from begging and keening like he wanted to, caught up in the fantasy, in the thought of Geralt fucking into him, making him take every inch, making him raw and aching and sore, filling him to the fucking brim--

There was a whisper of sound, a brush of air, just enough to get Jaskier’s attention, and when he opened his eyes-- oh fuck.  

A dark face stood over him, silver strands of hair framing him. Geralt. Geralt. Oh, fucking shit.  

Jaskier pulled his fingers out of himself, the obscenely wet sound of it suddenly loud in the silent dorm, the blankets on him too hot, his mind blanking for something to say. “Ger--Geralt!” he squeaked, dropping his hand from his mouth, his pupils still blown wide, his cock still hard and full beneath the very meager protection of the sheets. “This--this isn’t--it’s not what it, uh, what it looks like, I’m just--”

“Having a wank with my name in your mouth?” Geralt rumbled back at him, his brow raised. Jaskier withered, his lips pressing together. He’d really cocked this one up, hadn’t he? Shit. How was he going to make this up? Would he even be given the chance to try to fix it?

“I’m--look I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking, let me just--”

A hand fitted over his mouth--but this time, it wasn’t Jaskier’s own. No, it was Geralt’s, his callouses rough on his soft lips, shutting him up. He swallowed hard, nearly audible, not sure what Geralt was going to do. 

“You really should be more quiet,” Geralt told him. Then, to Jaskier’s surprise, the hand turned, and-- fuck. Geralt pushed two fingers against his lips, making them part, pressing in and sliding the pads of the digits against his tongue, pushing it down. “Every night, Jaskier. Every night for the past week. So stupidly loud. You really thought I wouldn’t notice?” He bent down, then, breaking the distance between them. Jaskier whimpered, not trying to close his mouth, nearly cross eyed in an attempt to see Geralt clearly. “You really think I wouldn’t want to fuck you if you asked?”

Oh. Oh.  

Geralt must have seen the realization in his eyes. A smirk pulled up his lips; the next moment, Geralt snagged the blankets from the bed, throwing them unceremoniously to the floor. He pulled his fingers from his mouth, only to wipe them on Jaskier’s cheek, spreading his own spit. Jaskier whined. “Geralt, I--”

“Shush,” the other man said. He got up on the bed with him, pulling Jaskier’s legs around him, letting him dig his heels into the small of his back. Jaskier realized, with a thrill, that Geralt had gotten rid of his own trousers on the way over. His head threw back as their cocks pressed together, Geralt rutting down onto him mercilessly. “You don’t want everyone to hear, do you?” His hands found Jaskier’s wrists; pulling them up, he pinned them above his head with one hand, those incredible muscles flexing, the slats of moonlight through the window throwing each one into sharp relief. Jaskier opened and closed his hands, but didn’t fight back--didn’t want to. 

Geralt’s free hand wrapped around them both. He gave a choked sob, doing his best to bite down on it, keep it in. He was spared, though, by Geralt bending and kissing him. It was a brutal thing. Tongue and teeth and force, Geralt opened him up, licked his way inside his mouth. It was so much--too much--and his lips were swollen and red when Geralt pulled back to instead start sucking on his throat, teeth gnawing bruises to the surface, tongue soothing the sting of them. They were high, too, a few just below his jaw; there was no way he’d be able to hide these marks. Geralt was making it very clear that Jaskier was owned. That Jaskier was his. And fuck, that had the power to turn him into a writhing mess, only keeping from babbling because Geralt had commanded him to be quiet. 

Geralt’s hand moved from their cocks, then. He slid it down to his entrance, pushing two fingers inside—then grunting with surprise before adding a third, resistance appearing only at that point. “Fuck,” he growled, biting down on the crook of Jaskier’s neck and shoulder, making his entire body feel like it was turning to mush. “Thought you’d only gotten to two fingers. But you were really fucking yourself, weren’t you? No wonder you were moaning so loud.” Unwittingly, he mimicked Jaskier from only minutes before; he spread his fingers, forcing them wide open. This time, though, Jaskier couldn’t stop the desperate cry the fell from his lips, hips jerking, tears springing to his eyes from the delicious burn, the wonderful stretch. 

He kept pushing, kept opening Jaskier until he was practically sobbing, his thighs trembling against the sides of Geralt’s hips. Finally, though, he seemed to take mercy on him. 

He withdrew his fingers, instead grabbing Jaskier’s hands and pressing them to either side of his head, holding him down. With Jaskier’s legs around him, it was easy to rock their hips together, his cock sliding obscenely in the crevice of his ass, snagging on the rim of his entrance with each push upwards. “I’m gonna fuck you, Jask,” he growled to the man below him, who simply nodded frantically, eager. “Gonna make you scream.”  

“Please,” Jaskier agreed frantically, nodding, flushed red and unable to hold still, twitching and shivering underneath Geralt. “Please, please, I want you to! Please, fuck me!”

Geralt’s chuckle was low, dark. He nipped Jaskier’s lower lip, carefully lined himself up—and slammed in. 

His promise came true. Jaskier howled, his back arching, his heels dragging Geralt in closer. He made for a beautiful sight, utterly wrecked from just the first thrust, and Geralt was more than happy to make sure he had his fill. He didn’t hold back, either. Jaskier was already stretched. So Geralt set a brutal, punishing pace. 

The slap of their bodies was obscene in the room, Jaskier’s cries of Geralt’s name both embarrassing and a relief to finally be able to say without repercussions. Geralt kept his hands pinned—again, no doubt bruises would be his friend come tomorrow, and Jaskier couldn’t be more excited—as he kept pounding into him, pushing him into the mattress, the bed frame creaking with the force of it all. 

Geralt kissed him again, rough, taking what he wanted. He seemed to speed up; Jaskier could do nothing but take it, delirious with pleasure, the pressure in the low of his hips building and building. 

Then, Geralt bit down on his throat, just below his ear. “Come for me,” he commanded, gravelly and dark and powerful—so much better than how Jaskier had imagined it. And so much more effective. A few thrusts later and Jaskier practically screamed, his body going taut as he came, painting between them white with his release, cock twitching until he was empty. But Geralt—Geralt kept going. 

It dragged pained whimpers from him, the overstimulation too much, too soon. “I’ve got you,” Geralt told him, soothing him, settling him into accepting it. “Fuck, Jask. I’ve got you. Gonna fill you up. Make you take every last drop of my cum.” 

Head thrown back, at Geralt’s mercy, Jaskier could do nothing but let him fuck into him, trembling through every inch. But finally— finally Geralt came. He snarled with it, his teeth snapping into Jaskier’s shoulder, holding him down as he pumped him full of his seed. He rocked into him, slower, shallower, as if trying to push his cum further into Jaskier, only stopping when he was growing soft inside him. 

With care, Geralt pulled out. He shushed the tired whine that fell from Jaskier’s lips, turning him on his side and sidling up behind him. Jaskier floated pleasantly, sated and wrecked, utterly fucked out. Gods, his fantasies had never come close. Double gods— his fantasies might actually become a reality, now. Holy shit.

“Next time,” Geralt said, hooking a leg over top of his, keeping him tucked in close. “Just wake me up when you get horny.”

Oh, Jaskier thought. Hopefully Geralt didn’t mind missing a lot of sleep.

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After Ever after (Part 2)

Robert Small X MC Daddy Part 1 | Part 2  Warning: This part contains so much smut, I hope you’re all ready for this bad boy (dad).

To finally end our cleaning frenzy, we headed towards Robert’s room. He leads the way and opens the door “After you” he says with a suave voice; really hot I must say. “The final boss huh?” I said as I looked around the room with clothes (underwear), booze, leftovers, and clutter all over the floor. “Honestly, I don’t know how you lived in this mess.” I said as I started to pick up empty whiskey bottles and beer cans. “I don’t know either, but what I’m sure about is that I’m tired living like this” He sounded so dead serious and I’m sure he is.Slowly the guilt came in, I should not have made that comment. I decided to say nothing more and just continue cleaning. I’m sure Robert appreciated the gesture.

The room wasn’t as big as the living room or dining room so it didn’t take as that long. “Classic Robert” I said as I found DVDs under the bed that weren’t really child friendly. “Under the bed really?” I laugh as he snatched the DVDs from my hand. “Just so you know I don’t-“ I cut him off; there’s no need for excuses we’ve all been there. “Yeah yeah yeah. But I gotta say for someone like Robert Small, I was expecting a better hiding spot you know? I’m a little disappointed I must say.” This time we both laugh. “Gotcha, better hiding spot.” He said as he threw the DVDs in the trash bag. “That hiding spot good enough for ya?” He said smiling. Honestly, it was.

Finally, the mess was cleaned up and I can finally appreciate the beauty of Robert’s room. I didn’t notice that he had a wonderful glass sliding door leading to a balcony. I walked towards it with Robert following me. “Nice balcony.” I say as he stands beside me also enjoying the view, the sun has started to set and the sky had a lovely shade of orange and pink. “Forgot I had it” he laughs a bit. I didn’t want to ruin the moment but I just had to say something: “I’m proud of you, you know that right?” I looked at him as he continued enjoying the view, not looking back at me. “I’m glad you are, but it’s gonna take a little more work don’t you think?” He said walking back inside. I followed him back and he picks up the laundry bag we’ve set for all the clothes that had been lying around. “I’ll just bring these down, stay put here.” He said leaving me with no option but to follow his orders. I look around the room again, this time the desk caught my attention. I opened the drawer and noticed there were still a few clutter inside: old documents and papers. I think it’s better leave that work to Robert. I hear footsteps coming in and I closed the drawer and leaned on the desk to face him. “You still have a little clutter here, but you can save that for next time.” I said as he slowly walks towards me removing all distance from his face to mine.

He kissed me as he held my face with his (dad) hands. I honestly didn’t see this coming… or did I? I moved one hand to hold that hot rugged face. I desperately try to keep up with his pace but he’s so rough I couldn’t keep this up longer. I needed to breathe. “R-robert, Wa-it” I desperately try to say as he moved his lips on my neck. “Oh God” I felt teeth and couldn’t hold back a moan. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” He said as he placed his head on my shoulder. Honestly, I’ve been waiting for this as well, many opportunities have been offered to us in the past (Night at the bar and the night he cried) but we’ve decided not to get too ahead of ourselves and just wait to settle down first. It’s been tough, especially for Robert. We were back to kissing on the lips but with a little upgrade: TONGUE. GOD WAS HE GOOD AT THIS. Rather than on my face Robert’s hands were now under my shirt and on my waist. I really didn’t want to ruin the moment here but I just had to ask “A-are you sure you’re okay with this?” I tried to say as clear as possible. Robert looked at me and laughed a bit “Yeah, unlike last time I can say I’m all good now. No problems. I just want to fuck my boyfriend.” I blushed at the word “boyfriend” we barely use labels. “Good, just making sure. But if you need more cuddles and crying like last time you-“ Before I could finish my sentence Robert shuts my mouth with a kiss “Less talking, more fucking.” He said as he now pushes me towards the bed.

As he makes his way on top of me, he takes his shirt off and showing his dad bod. It also revealed the scar he showed me before when we were playing around with horror stories and tourists. Good times. I couldn’t help but stare at the jaw dropping view in front of me. He lifts my shirt up, urging me to take it off as he makes his way down to my nipples, biting then licking them. I took my shirt off and urged him to do more with moans. Through the intense pleasure I can feel my dick getting hard as ever and is screaming at me to set it free from the pants that confine it. I placed my hands on Robert’s waist urging him to take off his pants; he takes the signal and starts doing so. Finally, we’re both naked. On his bed. Ready. Again I was mesmerized by the view of his huge cock and the excitement kicks in knowing that what I’m looking at right now will be right inside me in a couple of minutes. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He notices me staring (GOD I’VE BEEN DOING TOO MUCH STARING) and I couldn’t help but just blush. He grabs my dick and starts pumping it and GOD DID IT FEEL GOOD. It’s been a while since I’ve done something like this and I knew Robert could tell. I felt the urge to do the same, so I grabbed his cock and started pumping as fast as he did. He continued kissing my neck and leaving occasional hickeys, I think he just did that for fun now. “Wa-wa-wait, Ahhh… Ro-bert.” I was so wet, pre-cum was dripping from the tip and if he continues this I was gonna burst. Then he stops.

He moves a bit to the side of the bed and making his way to the bed side table, getting a bottle of lube. I take this time to calm myself a bit, because I wanted to last for as long as I can. Without me noticing it, a finger makes its way to my asshole. “This might hurt a bit...Tell me when to stop okay?” he whispers to my ear with a sexy raspy voice. His fingers rub around my asshole a bit trying to cover it with lube, then without any warning he slips one finger in. “Ahhhh” I couldn’t help but moan at the intrusion. He kisses me over and over in order for me to relax. When it seemed like I’ve gotten used to it he slips another finger in and thrusts into me rough. I kept moaning his name through almost every hard thrust. “Robert..R-ahhhh” And every moan and word that comes out of my mouth just urges him to be rougher. Then he curves his fingers a bit, my whole body began to shiver and I couldn’t help but moan. I guess that’s where the prostate was. Soon 3 fingers were in and I couldn’t help but want more, something bigger to fill me in. I reached out for his cock “I- Robert, I want y-you” I say as he thrusts harder with his fingers now, like he was double checking if it was alright. “Magic word, if you really want it” He says jokingly as he slides his fingers out, making me moan at the loss. “P-please, I need your cock in me” I said as needy as ever, I didn’t even notice how needy I was until now. “Please would have been enough but that sounds sexy as hell.” He said as he stretches my legs further apart and lifting my thighs to his shoulders, positioning his cock at my entrance. Then finally, he pushes in. AND NO FINGER COULD HAVE PREPARED ME FOR THIS.

He was rough. Every thrust had pre-cum spilling out of me and had left me no choice but to cling on Robert and the sheets for dear life. The whole bed was moving and I can even hear it creaking behind the moans I was making. His pace was unbelievable and I was running out of breath. With this intensity we couldn’t make out, instead we had our lips just “kiss” or touch from time to time in between my moans. And boy do I feel full and all stretched out. I have my eyes shut most of the time enjoying every sensation, but I decided to open them for a while and see Robert’s face lingering in front of mine. His eyes were closed focused at the task on hand, he opened them looking at me we were both feeling the ecstasy. I suddenly realized that we didn’t shut the blinds by the balcony and we were extremely exposed. You could see the house next door and I’m sure Damien (who was living next door) could have a clear view of what was happening. “Ro-ber-t, the – ahhh- balcony” I tried to say as he tilted his head and faced the balcony. “What about it?” he said as he slowed down his pace a bit. “Someone might see” I tried to send my point across with the simplest words possible. He just laughs and suddenly shifts our position, making me straddle him on top. This position makes him get ten times deeper and me a hundred times more visible to the neighbors (specifically Damien and possibly his son). He thrusts up making me whimper and quiver on top of him. Super effective!! Direct hit to the prostate. “No, I can’t- ahhh” he disregards my worries and continues thrusting harder. “You want me to stop?” Slowly he stops making me moan for more. “Why don’t you give our possible audience a show then?” he said not moving at all forcing me to move on my own. “N-no, you’ve got to be kiddin- Ahhh!!“He thrusts hard once, forcing me to do as he says.

I lift myself up a bit and push myself as deep as possible, I keep a steady pace but this isn’t enough and as rough as I want or need. Robert places his hand on my nipple, squeezing from time to time. The other hand on my thigh, providing support. “See, the thought of being exposed turns you on huh? I didn’t know you had it in you.” he said as he gave my cock a quick thug, making a lot of pre-cum drip out. “N-no, I don’t want Damien to see this, and HIS SON OH GOD if they- Our reputation!! What would they think of -“ I say as I was interrupted again by a thrust. “Don’t talk about another guy and his family while we’re having sex for god’s sake” He said as he flips me over and continued his rough pace earlier. Again I turn into a moaning mess, holding on to Robert for my dear life leaving scratch marks on his back along the way. I feel it, I couldn’t hold it in much longer. I kiss Robert’s arm beside my head and moaned “I can’t… I’m” I try to say desperately, warning him. He gets the hint and thrusts harder while pumping my cock using his other hand. There was too much pleasure, I can feel every thrust and his cock throbbing inside of me, I’m sure he’s at his limit too. Without any warning, I cum “Ahhhh, AHHH-“ I moaned as my ass tighten with his every thrust making Robert cum not far behind. I felt like I passed out for a moment but I’m still aware of what’s happening around me. MAN, HIS GROANS WERE SEXY. I feel him fill me up with his cum and I noticed the mess I’ve made on my stomach and his as well. He finally pulls out and we snuggled together, he wrapped his arms around me tightly as if he’s telling me to not go anywhere. I return the gesture making sure he understood that there’s no place I’d rather be in than here with him. 

He stayed like that for a couple of minutes. Just the two of us, relaxing in silence. “The glass sliding door is tinted by the way. People on the other side wouldn’t see us.” He said as I placed my head on his chest relieved as ever. “Thank God.” I said “Not just for the tinted windows, for everything in general.” I added. He kissed me on the forehead, his way of saying “Same.” I looked at Robert, he was tired and if I was going at the pace I would be too. His eyes are shut and he’s resting quietly. Finally, he looks happy and content. “So much for changing the sheets huh?” I said as I snuggled him more, resting as well.    

[To be continued? I actually don’t know, let me know if you guys want more]