#compulsive divinity

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the world deserves to see this screenshot of boris i took last night

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NSFW JAYVIK !!

Hear me out: Jayce discovers his degradation/pity kink due to an insistant boner, and a very inconvenienced Viktor.

Viktor and him are some place public, so he excuses himself to the bathroom. A few minutes later, Viktor gets a very apologetic and desprate text.

"Fuck, I- can't, Viktor-"

"Aww, you can't? What else were we gonna do about it, hm?" Viktor is mad. Viktor is mad, and Jayce is under the mercy of his hands, being jerked off very quickly. Not that he's complaining, of course.

They had places to be. They had time constraints, Jayce knew.

"But you just couldn't help it, could you?"

The ghost of his words filled the restroom. Jayce knew, too, that Viktor wasn't really upset with him. He knew that the only anger that he ever expressed to Jayce was from a place of frustration, not resentment. However, Viktor did always hate when his plans were interrupted.

It was stern but not constricting (which Jayce isn't sure he'd mind either). The lilt in his voice became much more prominent, almost pitying. Mocking him in a way that could have been funny, but in this case, it got Jayce so close to shouting for him. So that everyone outside could hear. His groans had gotten higher in pitch as time went on, revealing more and more that he was just so pathetic, just for Viktor.

"You didn't seem to feel that way when you got so needy for me. Obviously, you just had to. Don't tell me that you can't."

Jayce was losing the assured cadence of his moaning, which was (at this point) borderline whining. His breathing was rapid and chaotic. He held onto Viktors shoulders, something they both knew wasnt for physical stability, but more so a reflex caused by aggressive amounts of pleasure.

"I know you can."

That's what did it. Jayce shook with orgasm, reveling in the sarcasm of the remark, as erotic as it was. He wasn't at all shameful, no. Just in need of more Viktor. More Viktor, Viktor, Viktor.

Their errands were run like a marathon that day.

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i'd like to propose an idea...

transfem draco malfoy.

He lives his entire life as a daddy's boy, his father always told him about how he was so glad draco wasn't a girl, and it just didnt sit right with him. flash forward to his later hogwarts days and someone transfigures him to female. he doesn't change it, simply because he's "curious" as to what goes on, but really he's learning that it makes him a lot happier

Soon later, her and her friends are deciding between Draya, Dricka, Dawn, December, and Dominique. She's trying out she/they pronouns. She's moved to the female dorms. She supposed nobody was playing tricks on her, and the stairs truly just folded inward on the way to the boys dormatories because she was just never a boy.

Fast forward to adulthood, she's sitting with Harry on the couch. Its a cold autumn this year. They have their respective mugs, harry with hot cocoa and the other with coffee. She's wearing a brown grandpa sweater, because she didnt like the green options. She's happy.

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regulus collaring james with a sun themed collar with a star pendant on it. you agree.

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help? - jegulus fluff oneshot - word count: 442 - not quite angst, regulus is disabled and trans (wow look at me projecting)

He's tired. Regulus is so tired. Tired of work, tired of socializing, and tired of his own body betraying itself. His chest feels like its caving and his feet and calves are heavy. The moment he gets home he stops worrying about his balance, bouncing into the sheets as they consume him, almost like he's falling into a cloud. Now, he doesnt have to pay any mind to anything but his mind. But his mind has other plans.

His first concern is that he hasn't taken off his binder, and its hurting his ribs. That leads him to remember that he's very poor in the comfort department. He needs to get into pajamas. Now. His eyes gloss over from behind his closed eyelids. He couldn't force himself to get up if he tried. He just misses James.

James who would always help him. Save him from pain in his life, and hardships in his daydreams. James who would bring him the sun if he was cold, james who would bring him the sea if he was overheating. Now, he would say 'speak of the devil', but James is nothing of the sort. He walks in to find a very fashionable, very disgruntled Regulus, laying on his back, eyes droopy. "You can't possibly be comfortable in that."

"...'m not." he hesitates, wondering whether he should assure James of information him about his discomfort.

"You should change into something else, baby, you look tired."

"Mmmmhm." is all he can muster. Silence fills the room for about 5 seconds before James suggests an altervative.

"You want me to help you?"

Regulus nods appreciatively, even if he does think he looks a bit pathetic.

He starts with untying his dress-shoes and slipping them off gently, cautious to not knick his ankles. Regulus silently unbuttons his slacks as James pulls them off from the cuffs. He goes to take off his top layers, but James is quick to hold a hand to his chest, gently telling him that he's got it. How gentle he always was.

After they've successfully completed undressing and dressing Regulus, James heads to their dresser where he spends around a minute doing the same for himself, and then dimming the lighting on his way back over to their bed. Regulus got a bit teary-eyed about James' kindness, and spoke to him quietly about how much he loves his gentle hands and gentle words. Oh, and did he mention he was gentle? No, he didn't think so. James reminded him many times, with words and actions, that yes, he is gentle, and yes Regulus did note that a time of two. They slept soundly.

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back - percabeth minific (post TLO) - word count: 1,280 - a little angst, nsfw under the cut

Annabeth sat waiting for Percy to arrive. Although she trusted him to go on a quest alone, she was beginning to regret her agreement. How stupid of him to do this all by himself? He was obviously not fit to do so. I mean he's strong, but honestly, he could use some intellectual assistance at times. Why did he go through with this? Hades, he could.. That sunk in quicker than Annabeth expected. Die.

Her heart sunk to her stomach. Percy could quite literally die. She didn't know what she would do if he died. In her sorrowed act of looking upwards, expecting to be met with melancholic faces of other awaiting campers, she saw Percy's, worry streaked with dirt. She immediately stood up and ran to him with her arms wide open. Annabeth squeezed him, albeit shocking Percy, he squeezed her back. "I thought you weren't gonna come back!!" she scolded him, and when Percy thought he was gonna get an "I missed you" or "I'm so glad you're okay," he realized he really should've thought better as she pulled away with furrowed brows.

"How could you think this was okay to do??!! Go out all by yourself to appease Hades??? god of death!!?? Dont be so stupid next time you choose who comes with you on a damn quest!!!" she once again scolded him. "I know, I know," He smiled, leaning forward to hold her to remind her he in fact didn't get his skin ripped off in the process of getting attacked by Furies. She almost pushed him away at her anger, but decided against it, letting him engulf her. See, Percy had learned that Annabeth only got upset when she was worried about something, and to only calm her nerves if she ever sounded like she hated him. "I'm so glad you're back, Percy." she eventually whispered to his chest, maybe his heart if she could reach it. "I am too."

Led to the Posiden cabin by Annabeth, Percy was walked into it's front door from the inside, pushing it shut. She held the sides of his head, kissing him sweetly. Don't take it so surprised when I tell you that Percy had misunderstood this loving gensture. Or rather, his body that had misunderstood. Annabeth didn't realize she'd begun holding her breath until he had starting talking. "God, I'm sorry I, I didn't mean for that.. that to be uhm.." "I don't..mind. If you don't," she muttered. They both stared at each other for a while. Percy's breath had quickened, and Annabeth didn't even think she could breathe. They had never done anything sexual aside from making out occasionally. This was sort of horrifying in a way.

Annabeth placed a finger on his lip and looked up, begging him to say yes. He nodded his head and she leaned forward to kiss him. It was rougher this time, and he leaned forward in such a way that they both trampled eachother a bit to get the the bed, like if they were at a ball and both really bad at dancing. Once they landed at the head of the mattress, Annabeth ended up on top of Percy, holding the sides of his arms as he held the sides of her head. He yearned so much for her, more than he had since she first kissed him. He had tried to feel her, to hold her when she cried, to have his hand in hers, to twist her braids in his fingers as she layed on top of him, and that was close enough. But now, he couldn't be close enough. He felt like every part of him needing her closer, and he didnt know what it was. He looked desprate, like a puppy, and was too desprate for her to care. It was in his chest, making every bone shake in need for her.

He bucked his hips up. "Yeah?" Annabeth said. Not asked. Said. There was something about it that he knew she didnt need to question. He thought maybe he should have wanted to back out, tell her it wasn't the right time, that he needed space to think about it. But he didn't.

With his permission, their clothes came off. Slow, it started with his shirt, then his belt, then his jeans, then his boxers. He regretted not earlier realizing that Annabeth had done the same with her clothes.

Their modesty now discarded somewhere unimportant to them, Percy felt ready for whatever she would do. "Is this okay?" She sweetly inquired, making Percy's breath go sharp. He nodded quickly, his jaw slacking a bit. A condom had already been rolled onto him. She tilted her hips towards his, and he hastily gripped them, although lightly as to not stop her. She dropped onto him lightly and Percy was just about ready to praise every god he did and did not believe in. "Oh my gods, beth." he breathily muttered. Annabeth taunted sweet again. "Yeah, perce?" "Yeah." His heart was beating so fast he could feel his veins. Annabeth tilted lower slightly and grinded him into her, bouncing slightly. "Where'd you.. learn all this from?" His voice shook, telling of how shocked he was. "Percy, I've read books before." she said matter-of-factly, somehow calm and collected and not freaking the fuck out about this. However, her breath did quicken when she sped up, tired almost from the work. Percy found it difficult to verbalize his concern due to their situation, but asked anyway. "Are you sure that... fuck... that.. you're okay, with this..?" It was almost a whipser because of how hard he was breathing. "Yeah, of course, honey."

Annabeth then pressed the first button she could think of. Praise. For a long time, especially in academics, or when Percy was learning something new, he would fluster himself with often praise of Annabeth. She never thought it to really be anything, until she saw him then, laying out just for her on the large blue bed, she considered that maybe, he was this. Not entirely, he almost never exhibited this kind of desire, but to think that parts of his life—their life—were tainted with it. His hips jerked, anonymous to his intentions, As if his thoughts had been heard, it flew out of her mouth too fast.

"You're so good Perce, so fucking good.." A reactive moan bubbled up inside his throat, and into his mouth, surprising Annabeth but motivating her anyhow. "So good, Percy, such a good boy for me," she praised, not stuttering once, "Youre so pretty like this, oh fuck, yes.." Her pace sped and she impulsively tugged his hair, not realizing that she may have been crossing a line. She almost got the chance to apologize, but Percy almost immediately came. And he came hard. He sang a long string of whimpers to her, even if he may have not realized it. To anyone else it may have sounded like he was crying, of maybe hit his leg on something. Or was being held hostage. (I dont think either of them cared.)

His hips rose high, grinding into Annabeth as she came with him, with a soft but low and forced sound. She held onto his shoulders tightly, but even after she'd come down a bit, yet not quite entirely, Percy was still trying desperately to hold on to reality. "Are you okay baby?" She inquired sweetly. He nodded his head with a soft "Mhm.."

And for a while, just a while, after Percy had reached over to throw away the protection, after he pulled up a blanket, after he took a sip of water, they fell asleep for the first time in days. They were peaceful. Together.

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sorry - wolfstar/jegulus microfic - word count: 433 - angst under the cut (tw: short depiction of sh and abuse)

"I'm sorry," Sirius yells, maybe chokes, hands pulling in all of the countertop he could figure how to.

He heard Remus consoling him, but it was a whisper. Too quiet. He would've been able to hear him if it weren't for his own mind screaming at him to fix something, but he couldn't. The spill on the worksheet had smudged the ink, making the paper Remus was grading unintelligible. All that was left on the paper was the date in the corner, October 13th, 1972. "You dont need to be sorry, darling." Remus expressed. He was louder now, gathering that Sirius may not hear him otherwise. Initially, Remus was wondering what to do about it, but didn't panic. He knew when it was appropriate to panic. Sirius didn't. Remus was okay with that. He gently held his hand, a question, a ponder. Can I hold you? Sirius held his breath and, in a quick fashion, used his given grip to pull Remus towards him.

As James leaned over the bed, "I'm sorry" rang in his ears, Regulus knew. He could see it. It's almost as if James had opened up his skull to him and exposed his brain, which was pulsing with how he felt. He was sorry too. His eyes were sorry, his lips were sorry, his hands, which were gripping Regulus' arms were sorry as well. Even the bedroom felt a bit sorry. "Don't say that," James inquired, "don't you ever say that, sweetheart." All Regulus could do was let his mind whisper to him. Let James whisper to him. Tell him he was okay. That he'd done no wrong. Regulus didn't believe it, but it was nice to know that James did. Regulus sat there, his wounds being treated. He didn't know how to say he was sorry, because he wasnt. It wasnt quite an apology. It was close, though. A feeling distant but not far from sorry.

Circa 1947, October on the flip calendar, Walburga Black stood wand in hand. "Say sorry, young men." Sirius sat in horror as Regulus screamed. Neither truly spoke. "Oh come on now, youre 7 and 10. I'm sure you can speak by now." The room may have not carried the weight of many words, but it clutched the cries for something that couldve been 'help', or maybe a silent plead, asking for something neither of the boys knew. "Merlin, when did you two become so incompetent?" Neither of them learned to say sorry in that moment, because the words were stripped away from their lives. Guilt ate them alive, but they just couldn't have said sorry. Not like this.

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powerbottom!regulus and subtop!james where reg is riding james who's wearing the collar and leash with a little sun pendant on it that reg got for his birthday that same day