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It started two months after Martinaise.
No, scratch that – it had most likely started in the days following Martinaise, but as usual in dealing with the absolute shitstorm that was Harry Du Bois, Jean just…hadn't cared enough to notice.
Instead, when faced with being too thirsty, too hungry, and too hot, all paired with stomach cramps that made him want to curl up into a ball on the floor through the thick of it, he did what he so often did. He ignored it and shoved down his well-being to deal with Harry's latest suicidal bender, his latest apocalyptic rampage, his latest alpha bullshit, his latest whatever.
Which in this case was wiping his entire brain clean of the last 44 years of his life. This includes anything and everything about their three-and-a-half years of partnership, or more specifically, anything to do with Jean.
Great.
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no virgins allowed in the major crimes unit by discohell
Fandoms: Disco Elysium (Video Game)
31 Jan 2024
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“You’ve never had sex before?” Harry’s mouth hangs open, trying to read as truly shocked. “Not even with a man?”
“Nope.” Jean shrugs. “Not appropriate break room talk, by the way.” It’s also not an appropriate way to get to know your new partner, Jean considers adding.OR "30 yr old virgin jean + cherry poppin disco daddy harry du bois" - twitter user semipenes
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Being an omega or an alpha puts a person at the mercy of their biology, whatever religious vows they might have taken. This might give any Catholic a difficult time, but perhaps even more so for the man in charge.
[I mean. Not to be coy, but you can see the tags, right? This is one of those fanfics that does what it says on the tin. Happy to add more tags if anybody wants em.]
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“You’re not the only hole I get to fill, Armand; does that upset you? Your boy fucking around? With the one that got away, no less.” He pulls at those curls, chokes Armand and keeps him there, nose mashed against his pubes—he doesn’t need to breathe, he’ll be fine, he’s fine and even if it hurts a bit it’s not enough. Nowhere near enough. “Do you want to know how he fucked me? He held me down and railed me until I couldn't think; he made me scream until I lost my voice, he fed on me until he came inside me so hard I could feel it at the back of my throat. Bet you wish you were there, huh?”
When he finally releases him, Armand crumbles. He falls on his hands, panting, face hidden under the inky spill of his hair. They’re at a stalemate, but the hunger bubbles underneath, lava just waiting to erupt. Daniel just wants to hurt him, he wants revenge as much as he knows it won’t solve anything; the pain is there, the scars may scab but they’ll remain etched on the skin just as they remain etched in his soul. And then Armand lifts one shaky hand and wraps his fingers around Daniel’s ankle, prostrate at his feet, repentant, and—
“Beg for it,” says Daniel. “Beg.”
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Armand is well familiar with discomfort. And Armand is rewarded when Louis murmurs, “Bon garçon,” and removes his fingers to trace his mouth
You have never been good. You have not been a boy in an eternity. You will be a boy forever.
“Merci, Maître,” Armand says softly instead.
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Armand is unsettled, and Louis is distant. Their usual games take a turn.
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04 Sep 2024