#saw the prompt floating around and was intrigued

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Kinktober Day 22: Tentacles + Overstimulation

Pairings: Ran x male reader

Warnings: Male!reader, Eldritch god!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Ran, tentacle fucking, overstimulation, sorcerer AU, college AU

Prompt List by: sakuyaserenitykira 🧡

Author's Note: This takes place in the same AU as the one from the day 6 prompt with Inui. Though the reader is a different supernatural being and this is set 100s of years later. The prologue is pretty plot-heavy, and the whole thing is much longer than I intended for it to be. But I think it's worth it <3

Ran Haitani's boredom has landed him in some rather unfortunate situations before, including a couple trips to the hospital. Never in a million years did he predict that he'd end up in this particular situation though...

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It all started with a leather bound book hidden within the library's basement. Ran had snuck in there a few days ago in a fit of boredom, mainly searching for some hidden porn stash that he assumed would be down there. To his dismay, no such thing existed. What he did find was an old, dusty book with several symbols etched into the leather cover. Cocking a brow in curiosity, he shoved the book under his jacket and left in a hurry, the fantasy of finding some ancient spell book or magical journal ran rampant in his mind, though deep down he knew that those things didn't exist

Later that day, he flipped through the pages in secret, locking himself inside of his dorm room and quickly becoming engrossed with the content between the papers. It was filled with what looked like legitimate spells and...summoning spells? This concept intrigued him more than anything else written in the book. Skimming through the different summoning rituals, he landed on one that piqued his curiosity greatly. “Warning: Careless summoning of The Immortal Unknown (praise be to him) could result in a catastrophe that will destroy humankind as we know it. DO NOT ATTEMPT UNLESS AN EXTREMELY EXPERIENCED SORCERER” was scribbled on a sticky note. The modern dialect was a stark contrast to the ‘Medieval speak’, as Ran called it, that the book was composed of

“Hmph. Like this crap is even real.” Ran scoffed, slamming the book shut and hiding it under his pillow. Promptly flopping onto the soft sheets to settle in for a nap, wrapping a soft blanket around his body and soon descending into the realm of dreams

Ran's eyes fluttered open, panic quickly sinking in as he realized that he was underwater. Unfamiliar ruins and sunken ships were scattered around the ocean floor. In front of him was a cave, unfathomably massive and pitch black inside. He gulped as he stared into the abyss, his eyes burning from the salt water surrounding him as he was unable to look at anything else, his stare transfixed on the cavern before him. As a deep rumble shook the entire ground, the abyss seemed to stare back as a pair of large red orbs lit up, glowing and yet casting no light onto the cave's walls

Every last cell in Ran's body tried to move, to swim away from whatever the hell this thing was. Yet he remained immobile, floating effortlessly in the cold waters as the orbs stared through his puny being. Then, in a split second, a growl echoed and whatever creature had been concealed within the black shadows of the cave suddenly lunged forward. It's form revealed in an instant, but not long enough for Ran to process what he actually saw as he immediately sat up in his bed, gasping for air

Sweat spilled down his forehead while his heart raced uncomfortably, a strange sense of dread filled his mind. This feeling compelled him to walk over to the window that pointed out towards the ocean just across from the college campus, a shiver crawling up his spine as he stared outside, almost in a trance. Ran swallowed dryly, wiping the sweat from his brow and turning to sit on the edge of the bed, switching his bedside lamp on with a shaky hand. He glanced back towards his pillow, suddenly remembering what was hidden beneath the soft cushion. Shaking his head, he stood up and grabbed a snack from his stash, swiftly devouring the food before tossing the wrapper onto his desk. Then hesitantly returning to bed, seeing as his nap lasted several hours into the night already. ‘Might as well go back to sleep.’ He thought to himself, crawling under the covers properly and soon drifting off once more

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The next few days went by normally, save for a bit of paranoia and spacing out the morning after his strange dream. Hanging out with his younger brother and their friends mostly took his mind off of the dumb book and weird dream, laughing at various things and discussing their plans for the big Halloween party that was only two nights away

Though, the closer that the holiday approached, the more compelled Ran felt to actually perform the strange ritual with the warning note. I mean, it's not like anything will happen, right? Magic and summoning ancient gods or whatever, that's all fake shit. Nothing's gonna happen. At least, that's what Ran told himself. Concocting up a plan on how and where this is going to go down as he dashed back to his dorm room to study the ritual again

He settled on performing the ritual on Halloween night for reasons that he couldn't quite place, though he didn't bother to question why as he was far too caught up in making sure that everything would go perfectly. Already thinking of an excuse as to why he would have to ditch the party and stay in his room all night long. “I'm sick.” Ran said aloud, the idea coming to him naturally. He'd just pretend to be too sick to go out that night. It was perfect!

After hours spent studying the pages of the book and brainstorming every step of his master plan, Ran had everything he needed set up for this night to go off without a hitch. Snatching his phone from the bed, he quickly texted his brother explaining his ‘predicament’

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Sent at 3:47 - Hey dude

Sent at 3:47 - I feel like shit rn. Think I caught a stomach bug or something

Sent at 3:47 - Gonna have to skip the party 😔

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Sent at 3:49 - What? Seriously?

Sent at 3:49 - We never miss these things

Sent at 3:50 - U need anything? Everyone will be out ya know

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Sent at 3:51 - Yeah I know

Sent at 3:51 - I'm so mad

Sent at 3:52 - But I can't even make it out of bed rn

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Sent at 3:52 - Jeez

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Sent at 3:53 - Just wanna sleep it off

Sent at 3:53 - Party extra hard for me ok?

Sent at 3:53 - Tell Izana I said sorry for missing his party

Sent at 3:54 - 😭😭😭

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Sent at 3:54 - Sure thing

Sent at 3:54 - Hope u feel better

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Sent at 3:55 - Thanks 👍

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Yes! Perfect! Now that Ran was successfully exempt from having to leave the dorm, he would have plenty of time to prepare this ‘summoning circle’ that the ritual called for. With a few substitutions of course, since the actual spell called for all of these strange herbs and crystals and shit. Ran opted to use whatever supplies were available to him. Which resulted in a crude symbol on the floor created with pens, highlighters, notebooks, snack wrappers, and whatever else he could find. It's not real anyways, who cares what the thing is made of?

As nighttime approached the sounds of heavy footfall could be heard around the building, signaling the departure of nearly every student as they left to either join the most popular Halloween party, or hang out with a couple of close friends and watch horror movies

Taking a deep breath, Ran read the contents one last time, beginning the ritual by laying down in the center of the summoning circle. Next came the chant, which he comically mispronounced seeing as it was written in Latin and he was unfamiliar with the language. After finishing said chant, he tossed the book out of the circle and waited

There was a strange sense of excitement to this. While Ran didn't really believe in magic or demons or any of the legends passed around the campus, the prospect of finding an ancient book that could prove all of his doubts wrong was... thrilling. He wanted something to prove him wrong, wanted to have a supernatural experience just for the hell of it. Somewhere deep in his heart, he wanted to believe in all of those things. And as his eyes closed, sighing in boredom, something peered up at the young man laying in the middle of this symbol. It's form slowly rising from the ground in silence....

“And what do we have here?” A velvety voice said, peering at the human with glowing red eyes. Ran immediately jolting awake at the sound of someone else's voice in his closed room. Upon seeing your form, he scrambled to sit up and back away, hitting the side of his bed

“What the hell are you?!” He shouted, fear washing over his features as his eyes scanned your body. Your eye twitched at the rude question, scoffing at him and retorting, “I am The Immortal Unknown, but you, rude creature, may call me Y/n.”

Ran stared at you in disbelief, you were so close to appearing as a normal human...ok maybe not that close. The several large, red tentacles sticking out from behind you did kind of shatter that illusion... As did the glowing red eyes, needle sharp teeth, and strange echoing voice

“Tell me, dear human, for what reason have you summoned me tonight? And what compelled you to create my hallowed circle out of disgusting plastic...? Do you even know who I am?” You sneered, fangs flashing when the light of the candles illuminating the room hit them

“Are we playing 20 questions? What does it matter what your stupid circle is made out of? You showed up anyways.” The sarcastic comment made your blood boil, a scowl quickly gracing your lips as you stepped towards him

“Insolent fool. My domain is situated in the ocean, the same place your kin have decided to dump your filthy garbage.” You began, taking another heavy step forward while your tentacles writhed behind you. “You pollute MY habitat and then dare to mock me by summoning me with that same garbage?! Incompetent cretin. I should rend your weak flesh from your bones right this second.” In an instant several tentacles shot towards Ran, wrapping tightly around his limbs and torso, one of them squeezing his throat as he was lifted into the air before you

“Sh-shit–!! R-relax...'s not like I expected that dumb spell to even work...how was i supposed to know I'd summon a fish?!” Your jaw practically dropped to the floor, eyes widening in disbelief at such a disrespectful display. The tentacles suspending his body tightened painfully, if you hadn't been holding back they surely would have snapped his bones by now

“Your kind used to be much more respectful. I recall a time when your people worshipped me, and rightfully so. Don't tell me this is how you treat your deities these days?” You crossed your arms as you stared down the human, enjoying his pained gasps and struggling

“Maybe if you weren't so arrogant....ow fuck...maybe someone would give a shit about you.” At this point you had heard enough, sending another tentacle towards him, but this time shoving it right down his throat. An action that caused him to immediately gag and writhe around within your grasp, shaking his head while the appendage caused his mouth to stretch around its large circumference. You smirked at the display, tilting your chin up triumphantly

What happened next was quite different from what you anticipated. As the slimy tentacle ungulated within his wet cavern, Ran moaned around it, his eyes rolling back while his tongue moved against the appendage hungrily. You blinked in surprise at the strange display, cocking your head to the side in mild amusement. Quite an interesting turn of events...

“Oh. I see, you're one of those humans.” Ran quirked a brow at your statement, still attempting to deepthroat your tentacle. “I used to have a number of followers like you. They begged for me to grant them the kind of pleasure that only a god could grant them.” You explained, your voice becoming sultry and sending shivers up Ran's spine. “They worshipped me like no other could, allowing me access to every inch of their being. I claimed their bodies as mine, driving them to the brink of insanity with pleasure.” Suddenly, your voice echoed within Ran's mind, simultaneously appearing to come from directly behind him as if you were whispering into his ears. “Then when they finally broke, I claimed their very souls, which they happily gave away to me in exchange for the mind-numbing ecstasy.”

Ran's back arched at your haunting declaration, moaning louder as the tentacle slid in deeper. “I can see it in your eyes, little one. You're scared, but you want that too, don't you?” His lust-filled eyes met yours, batting his pretty lashes at you as if to say ‘yes, I want that’

Chuckling at his desperation darkly, you had the tentacles swiftly remove his clothing, discarding it onto the floor before allowing another tentacle to pleasure him, making it shift from its position around his torso to prodding at his ass. Ran's eyes flew open at the feeling, his body jerking as a reflex while the tentacle oozed a thick substance onto his entrance, rubbing it all around the area and coating itself in it before pushing in. The pain from the initial penetration felt subdued, with only a slight burn from the stretch as the appendage intruded his hole, thrusting itself in and out until it was buried within him

“Hmph. You're doing well so far, human. I must say, I am a bit impressed.” You said, forcing both tentacles to push in far deeper, creating a bulge in Ran's throat from the intrusion. His breathing increased as the slimy limbs began thrusting quickly, ignoring the way he gagged or how tightly his little throat was constricting around them, until they shot thick fluid directly into his stomach

His body spasmed in the air while his insides were flooded with the liquid, already feeling the weight in his stomach from how much was pumped into him. The two tentacles retracted and he coughed immediately once his mouth was free, some of the liquid coming up in the process. “Oh god...aah...” Ran shivered, still a bit hazy from the rough treatment

“Oh sweetheart, you are enjoying this.” You purred, commanding a third tentacle to flick his hard member and earning a jolt from the sudden contact. His cock soon became enveloped within the tentacle's grasp, wrapping around his length several times and stroking him until he was fully erect. The tip of your tentacle slithered upwards until it reached his cock head, squishing and wiggling itself against his tip, which caused Ran to cry out shrilly

This treatment continued for several minutes until you were able to sense his incoming release, promptly stuffing his holes once more. Another loud cry muffled by the appendage sliding down his esophagus while the one buried inside of his ass fucked him roughly, forcing its way in much deeper than before and thickening in girth while it was inside. Within a few more minutes, the thick tentacles came inside of him again, spilling another round of gooey cum in his stomach, so much so that it bulged from the amount of fluid in there

Ran reached his limit soon after, spraying his own cum on his chest and the tentacle currently jacking him off. His hips jerked violently while his orgasm overtook him, moaning all the while. After they finished unloading inside of him, the tentacles retreated once again, leaving him with a sense of emptiness that elicited a whine from him. Except for the one still jerking off his sensitive cock, that one continuously pleasured him even while he wailed from overstimulation

Seeing your prey so fucked out like this had you worked up too, seeing as the large tentacle dick concealed within your pants writhed around wildly. Groaning in annoyance, you pulled the appendage out and stroked yourself, your large human-like hand barely wrapping around the thing. “Mm you have...truly impressed me, human. Haaah...mmph–!!” You moaned in between praises, twisting your wrist while you stroked your alien-looking cock. “Most humans would tap out after the second round, but you...yeess~ You crave something more, hm? Something... bigger? ”

A wave of desire flashed in Ran's eyes, craning his head to look at you while you touched yourself across from him. Soft squelching noises emanating from where your hand met your dick, the tip oozing the equivalent of precum. Ran choked out something akin to begging, his throat incredibly sore from your harsh treatment so far, “Pl-ease...yes...aaahh...”

You'd be lying if you said you didn't want this too, after all it had been hundreds of years since a single follower had summoned you. Much longer since you had been summoned for this. Your cock ached to be buried within a fragile human's tight walls, splitting them open and fucking away their sanity with every thrust. Just the thought of this caused you to involuntarily lick your lips, impossibly sharp teeth peeking through as you did so. Ran stared at you the whole time, turned on by every new detail that he discovered

He gulped when your eyes snapped to his, a dangerous lust hidden behind them as they shined in the dimly lit room. Grabbing his waist with your hands delicately, you lined your cock up with his hole, searching his eyes for any sign of disagreement. Finding none, you plunged inside, stretching his tight hole farther than any human had been stretched before. Ran's hands balled into fists as he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, the simultaneous sensations of your monster dick prying him open and the slimy tentacle working his cock had him reeling from pleasure. His head fell back, hanging limply while you fucked him open, until your hand grabbed the back of it and lifted him back up, forcing him to look at your expressions as you railed his slim body

“So tight...yet you're still able to take all of my cock...good boy~ ” The growl caused Ran to tremble, feeling impossibly submissive as the night went on. With one sharp thrust, you managed to bury yourself to the hilt, moaning shamelessly as he clenched around you. Your long tongue lolled out, drool dripping from the end as you fucked Ran's ass deeply. Rolling your hips into him and brushing against his prostate, causing him to whine and push his head against your hand harder

“Dear human, you never had the chance to tell me your name. Won't you tell me now?” You asked sweetly, ravaging his hole the entire time. His body greedily accepting the whole thing

“It's Ran...H-Haitani...ah! Aaahh fuck...” Ran exclaimed when your hips snapped into him suddenly, panting heavily from the way your dick glided in and out of his hole. The name ringing in your ears for a moment while you contemplated it

“Ran...how lovely. You are aware that there's no going back after tonight, yes Ran?” You explained, leaning closer to his sweet face. “Even if you refuse to make a pact with me, to become my worshipper, the thought of submitting to me will never leave your mind. It will plague every second of your pathetic life.” A low growl rumbled within your chest, teasing the human cruelly. Though you weren't actually lying, he didn't know that, all he knew was that he needed your cock to stay inside of him and fill him up until he stopped thinking

Letting his head go, you slid that same hand down to his hips, thrusting deeper due to the better leverage. His moans filled the small room while you railed him eagerly, releasing your tentacles' grip on his legs so that he could wrap them around your torso. Which he did weakly, most of the strength in his legs had left him after being fucked multiple times. “Human... I'm very close...but–” You paused, hips stilling inside of his wet hole as he whined. “I want you. Too much time has passed since I had any loyal followers to worship me, so I want you to be mine~”

Ran stared at you quizzically, suddenly nervous at the idea. Yet something inside of him screamed at him to agree, craving you from somewhere deep down within his soul. “Make a pact with me. Give yourself over to me and I will give you everything you have ever wanted, little one. How about it?” Laying your hand on his stomach, you gazed at him expectantly as you awaited an answer. He tossed the question around in his mind for a moment, but just as the gravity of the question settled in you began thrusting again. Your thick cock erased any rational thought, replacing it with an unfathomable sense of desire

As you slammed into his ass, Ran gasped out his answer, “Ah! Yes...yes yes yesyesyesyes—!! I'll do whatever you want...j-just don't stop—!! ” He shouted, rolling his hips against yours in an attempt to take you deeper. His own release inching closer while you fucked him brainless

“Very good...” You purred, creating a seal on his skin. The same symbol that was lazily recreated on Ran's floor, a mark signaling to any other creatures that the item marked by this seal belonged to you. The mark burned into his skin painfully, a glowing blue inky substance etched into his flesh that forever bound the human to you

“Darling, mmm~ Cum for me. ” You growled, your own orgasm hitting you as your body stiffened, releasing an impossible amount of cum within his warm walls. Ran came just after, shooting his cum all over your hand and the seal that you created on his delicate flesh. The milky fluid acts somewhat as a stamp, effectively sealing the contract created between you and your new follower

Ran soon went limp, panting heavily while your cock finished unloading inside of him. You stayed like this for a minute, rubbing at the new seal with your thumb. All of his nerves felt raw around the area, each little touch and wisp of air that brushed against it caused him to whine and tremble. You slowly and carefully pulled out of him, being as gentle as you really could with the fragile thing. He whimpered when you had fully unsheathed yourself, already missing the stretch of your fat length

Scooping the slender human up in your arms and releasing your tentacles' grip on him, you carried him to his bed. Allowing him to finally rest after nearly breaking him, though he might have enjoyed that too, now that you think about it... nevertheless, you tucked the little thing under the covers and brushed your knuckles against his cheek, whispering a “See you soon, little one.” into his ears before returning to your domain

Tagging: @steadybreadbluebird @6kabuki

[mywritingonlyfans]

Ecstasy. // Alex Turner X Reader! (Smut!)

prompt (context): wax play, a bit of breeding kink and alex on control. you like the idea of the burning pain and alex is ready and can't stop thinking of it. this was shamefully inspired by this wonderful fic! by @neoyongz

words: 3,7K

He sat on the balcony with his legs spread, the cigarette gradually turning to ashes between his fingers. Every now and then, his mind would falter as you watched him take a drag, inhale, and then release the smoke into the air. You knew he didn't mind smoking around you, but he still avoided it when possible. His lazy smile widened when he saw you, his morning eyes tired, and his hair still tousled. He was wearing dark blue shorts and only that. No matter how long you had been together, you still found your eyes wandering over his chest, finally settling on the lower belly where the few hairs left your mind free to float.

"Come 'ere, babygirl." You bit your lip, snuggling up to him as he pulled you close to his warm body. His hands gripped your waist, and your face found comfort in his morning scent. The endearing accent, still lingering from just waking up, echoed in your mind, and you sighed in pure satisfaction, a little desperate when you realized that it wasn't enough.

Opening your eyes slowly, you felt his lips touch your forehead, and then you watched as his lips wrapped around the cigarette. "What was that sigh for, huh?" he asked, and he couldn't ignore how your hips were already grinding against him, surreptitiously seeking friction.

"I like watchin' you, I guess," you said, your voice a mixture of sincerity and a hint of seduction. "I've been peering at you through the window for a while."

He laughed, a pleasant vibration spreading through your veins. You sat facing him, your legs still locked around him as you ran your fingers through his bare shoulders. And he couldn't resist you, even if he tried; not that he could imagine avoiding wanting to do this. He blew smoke into the air, his eyes still fixed on you, and you slightly parted your lips, intrigued. This was new for both of you.

You were wearing one of his oversized white t-shirts, and he had a great view of your legs. It all seemed to be in slow motion, even though time was passing at its usual pace. He lifted the fabric, pulling you closer to him with just one hand while the other still held the dwindling cigarette. "Can you blow it on me, Al?" Your fragile body softened, and your voice was velvety, as if afraid of his reaction. He chuckled lightly, his eyebrows furrowing as he watched you squirm in his lap.

Alex took longer than usual this time, shook his hand in the air to get rid of the excess, and brought the cigarette back to his lips, closing his eyes slightly as he inhaled, then firmly holding the nape of your neck while he ghosted it into your waiting mouth as you opened it wider for him. It was strangely pleasurable.

He sealed your lips with a kiss, studying you to see if you were recoiling. Your eyes were teary, and as soon as you closed your lips, you felt a burning sensation in your throat. "You don't have to inhale, babygirl," he said with a mischievous smile. You coughed a bit, but it wasn't too worrisome. "Sorry, I should've warned you beforehand." He furrowed his brow, and he was sincere, even though he found the sight somewhat satisfying. He stroked your back until your breathing calmed down, kissing your face and then unbuttoning his shirt on you to delicately wet bites on your collarbone.

"We could try something else," you thought about continuing but stopped, and he raised his eyes at you, paying close attention, waiting for you to go on. You still feared his reaction, but you held on to the thought since you had gotten used to catching yourself watching him while he smoked. Your delicate fingers touched his, and as a reflex to avoid hurting you, he flicked the ashes away, still watching as you guided his hand to your thigh until realization dawned on him, and he hesitated, "Do you want me to burn you?" he asked, his breath heavy, not sounding like judgment but more like curiosity. "Is that what you've been thinkin' when you watch me from afar, lil' one?"

You felt your legs grow weaker; you swore he couldn't possibly know that you did that often. But it's not like you cared to try to hide it. "I don't want to 'urt you," he said, his eyes on you, watching your every move. "Maybe that's what I want, Al."

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He woke up hot, drops of sweat on his temples, and his chest damp. His mouth was dry, and his mind was still on your slightly parted lips, imagining how you would grow wetter as you felt the ashes burning dry on your thigh. He felt tight in his shorts, and your scent near him was causing a pounding in his head. You were peacefully asleep as if you had never given yourself to him the night before, as if you never suggested adding more pain to you during sex after exhausting all your muscles and neurons together. He hugged your body tighter, wrapping his arms around your waist to fit you against him. You quickly settled into him, and he brushed your hair away from your face and neck, kissing the spot with not much caution until you slowly woke up and reciprocated.

And you felt like you could still taste yourself on him as he intensified the kisses, and your control was slipping away with each firm squeeze he gave your hips and how solidly hard he was against you. Alex was aware that you enjoyed it, the marks that were left, the momentary pain when he bit your thigh, and the darker hues that you hid the next day from how hard he sucked your breasts while you rode him. But how much more of it could you endure?

"I have an idea, I think you'll like it," he whispered, out of breath, and you chuckled in response. The room was still dark, far from dawn, and the only things illuminating were the scented candles you kept on the nightstand to create a better sleeping environment. He had them well reserved in his mind at the moment.

"Can I hear it first, sir?" You asked curiously, completely surrendering to this. Alex loved how you trusted him without even needing to hesitate, just as you did on several other occasions. He unbuttoned your last buttons, leaving his hands free to explore every inch of you, and smiled at your soft moan when his fingers touched the marks under your breast. He kissed the spot, running his tongue over the sensitive skin, and grunted at your soft whimper. Your head was buried deep in the pillow, and Alex didn't hesitate to position himself so he had a full view of you.

"I'll try it, and you'll tell me if it's not okay, alright?" You were being a bit whiny and clearly still sensitive from the previous hours, and he loved that. Your gaze was satisfied, and your muscles visibly relaxed; he loved the effect he had on you. You nodded, "Just use me, Alex." Your hands went to his hair as he moved to your collarbone, showering it with kisses, bites, sucks, and eventually, firm grips. He could taste the flavor of your moans and cries on the tip of his tongue.

He enjoyed the way you let him do whatever he wanted with you, how it took over his mind and forced him to keep control, not to go too far with you. His teeth chattered, and his knees felt weak at what was to come. Pulling away, he gracefully tugged on his hair, and his chest was filled with your half-closed, half-tired gaze that seemed to pierce him. He rubbed against the sheets beneath him, feeling sore just from the dream and the thought of it, and you chuckled sweetly. His head swirling, he leaned over and grasped the candle holder, his fingertips briefly turning red from the heat. You paid more attention, adjusting yourself on the pillow, but he disapproved, "You don't need to do that; I want you to lie down and relax like before, princess. Just focus on emptying your mind, lie down and be cute."

You did nothing but nod and return to your previous position, but this time letting your body go limp wasn't so easy. You could feel how wet you were from the mere thought of what had already consumed your head. Still between your legs, Alex caressed the inside of your thigh, and you realized you had closed them; your mind was cluttered and hard to control. You spread them apart, leaving no room for ambiguity, making it clear that you didn't want him to hold back with whatever this was. He positioned himself better between you, allowing you to feel how heavy he was even with layers of fabric between you – his shorts and your panties. You could swear you already had a wet spot in yours. Your chest was desperate, rising up and falling down slowly like a treasure box, and Alex couldn't look at you without wiping the satisfied smile off his face. He would still be the death of you one of these occasions. He raised the candle holder, and you could feel the heat on your breasts, your nipples excited by the sensation. The flicker of the fire was reflected in his eyes, and you lips pressed firmly together. You stifled a whimper, but couldn't hold back the whining when the wax dripped onto your sensitive skin that had already been exhausted by him. "I want to hear you, don't hold back," his high-pitched voice with a serious expression, his lines well-defined from how focused he was, left you dazed, and you needed to grind against him strongly, causing both of you to grunt and release the air from your lungs. He was happy with this, happy that you were desperate and that he was causing you some pain. Alex lifted the candle again and watched the droplets of wax fall onto you, tracing a line from the center of your breasts to your lower belly. Your stomach clenched, and your face gesture of pain along with soft, adorable moans made him want to explode. His hands trembled, and he had to focus hard not to fuck you then and there and be done with it.

"Fuck, pumpkin, you look so good," and you enjoyed how seeing you like this had that effect on him. Your eyes closed, and everything felt intensified; your hips involuntarily spasmed against his, but it was a futile act. He audibly laughed from time to time, as if to make it clear how satisfying this was for him, and it left you completely dizzy and longing for more. He peeled off some hardened wax from your skin, admiring the marks it had left, and after massaging the area for a while he allowed the liquid to accumulate as it burned, running his tongue over the area and sucking the skin to him.

Your nails dug into his shoulder with enough force to leave crescent moons, and he let go, his teeth clearly imprinted on your skin, your fervor only making him more determined. He ran his thumb over the spot that would later be darkened and poured the excess of wax into you.

Your legs tightened around him, and your hands grasped the sheets, tears welling up in your eyes, and your whimpering was soft but pleading, not exactly knowing what plea was being conveyed through it all. "Fuck, Alex, fuck, fuck," you tried hard for some relief. He halted his movements, forcing your legs to stop and holding your arms down to the mattress. You had a safe word; he knew you were okay, you were just trying to get his attention.

The holder, with the candle still burning, was now beside the sheets next to you. "Look at me, babygirl." You swallowed hard, tears streaming down the sides of your face. "Let's be good and not knock over the candle," he said firmly and clearly, and you nodded in pure eagerness, watching his well-defined and prominent muscles due to the force with which he was holding you. He kissed your face, wiping away the salty dampness, then moved to your mouth, which you wisely captured in a somewhat desperate act. He pulled away slowly, a thin trail of saliva connecting you, and he was about to clean it with his fingers, but you wet your lips and took the thread for yourself.

He chuckled, and without hesitation, held your jaw and used his thumb to make you open your lips for him, sealing them with his, and soon you felt the buildup in you, and with a fuller sigh, you swallowed, feeling somewhat comforted. He caressed your cheek, studying you, and you stuck them into your teeth, still trying not to move. It was obvious you were struggling with this task, "It's good, Alex, I don't mind." You showed your dry tongue to him, and you knew he would do it again, and you truly didn't mind. He continued with more kisses and wet bites on your body, tightly gripping the open bars of your shirt with a strong grip, almost causing your back to lift slightly off the mattress.

"Stay still, or we won't get anywhere, pumpkin," he said, and indeed you had forgotten about the candle by your side. You couldn't and wouldn't let it fall.

He still sensed your scent so prominently on you, a lingering blend of sweat from the night before. Dry droplets adorned your panties, and a damp spot in the center was visibly apparent; it was adorable in his eyes. He kissed the area, gently brushing his nose against it, and you let out a graceful sigh. Unable to hold back any longer, Alex pushed the thin fabric down and traced his tongue through you. He was familiar with it, but each time he tasted you, it fueled him with more energy. He didn't need to go too deep; you were already sticky enough, and yet clearly sensitive, a delightful mess nonetheless. Alex pushed your swollen lips up, reaching your intended spot, and he licked it avidly. You gasped, your fists clenching the sheets. He blew on the spot and sucked on it for his own pure pleasure; he loved how the smell and taste lingered vividly in his mind afterward. However, he knew neither of you could last much longer in this way, and it wasn't how he wanted to end things.

He tightened his fingers on your thighs, using more of you, already feeling his chin and cheeks sticky from you. Reluctantly, he withdrew, mesmerized by how your essence still overflowed his mouth as he swallowed deeply, seeking oxygen. Your whimpering turned more pleading and disapproving, and he understood; he felt the same way, sore and neglected, begging for any hint of relief.

"I'm being good, Alex." Your eyes were wide open as you pleaded your case. He nodded, wiping the corners of his mouth with his fingers and still licking them to avoid any waste. It only quickened your breathing, and he felt a twinge of pity.

"You are, babygirl, you're being wonderful." He massaged his fingertips into you, spreading the burning sensation. You wouldn't be able to stay still even if you wanted to.

"You're okay, right?" he asked, pushing his fingers in slowly and deftly to fill you, watching your eyes squeeze shut tightly and your back arching a little.

"I am. I'd tell you if I weren't," you sounded weak, with sweat glistening on your forehead. It wasn't the most convincing sight, but Alex trusted that you'd speak up if something was wrong. He moved his fingers until you got accustomed to the feeling and relaxed, making sure you wouldn't have any trouble taking him after. But you were so wet that he knew you could handle him easily even without much stretching. He made a mental note to try that later.

He pulled his fingers away, his hand sticky and wet from the excess that had dribbled, his mind consumed by thoughts of you, all the positions and possibilities, as if you hadn't been together for years.

"No waste, remember?" You recalled something he had told you at some other time. Soon, your hands were around his wrist, and he didn't hesitate to let you take his fingers into your mouth, enveloping them and sucking on your sweet flavor, your eyes closing as he savored the sensation only he could describe.

"Enough," he declared, pulling away from you, leaving you with sad, pleading eyes.

You felt a bit hazy, things moving fast but still light, and surprisingly comforting after just waking up. You couldn't say when or how, but as you shifted slightly in bed and your eyes met his, he had already managed to shed his shorts. He was truly swollen and pulsating; he wouldn't last much longer, you could tell he had held back a lot until now.

"I love how you look," he chuckled, smugness evident. His cheeks and the tip of his nose were flushed from the stress. His hair fell over his face, and before you could brush it away, he held your arms again. You gasped, hesitating, and he forced your body onto the mattress, his weight and legs spreading yours apart. Without much tenderness, he closed the gap between you, then settled inside you. As he had imagined, he slid in skillfully. Your head was thrown back, and you felt complete ecstasy just from finally having him after such a wait, even though it burned, and Alex didn't feel much different.

His grunts were deep and it made you even more flustered and messy for him. He rose, still fitted inside you, holding the candle holder. Even though he hadn't planned to tease since he was just as eager, he proceeded anyway. His hand rested on your waist, and without moving, he allowed you to ride him slowly with lazy trusts to get what you wanted. As he oozed out of you, he got filled with the lovely thought that soon he would be emptying himself inside you, deep and leaving you hoarse. In the meantime, he measured the droplets of wax over your belly and breasts, watching in awe as your body trembled from the exhaustion he knew so well.

Your moans were mostly breathless tones, and your mouth remained partially open. Your eyes never left him, of how his v-line joined yours as he filled you perfectly, until all the air left your lungs. He let a few drops fall on his own abdomen, grunting hoarsely at the warmth on him, and he laughed as your hips stopped their motion, and you focused solely on watching him.

Alex paused, swiftly placing the candle holder back on the nightstand and turning you over on your belly on the bed. You complied skillfully, without delaying, asking for it. You leaned forward properly for him, not holding back, he was grabbing your hair by the fistful, and his body welcomed yours against his chest. Soon, he was in you, deep and fervent, his movements rapid, turning your whimpers into silence and the corners of your mouth filling with drool.

The sight made you deserve to be stuffed and heated until you were overflowing with him just for how hard he was for you and your insane mind. Every rev and every force put into you was thought of how deep he could fill you and then watch as he'd drip through you.

He didn't stop, just buried your face into the pillows, his scent in the sheets adding to your heat, and soon your hands searched for something to hold onto and ease the intensity. The room was filled with wet sounds and incessant moans; your whole body ached, and yet it was wonderful. He pulled your hair hard, making you look at him and stay close to him; he emptied himself into you, his mind turning into nothing but bright stars. Feeling everything inside you being well-filled and adequately warmed, your muscles trembled, reaching your own climax. As you receded moments later, he withdrew a little, missing the sensation as he slowly slid out of you, leaving you motionless, unable to even speak.

He stroked your back, buttocks, waist, and shoulders, sitting at the edge of the bed, observing as his essence overflowed inside you, slowly dripping, leaving you drenched. He felt his mouth water, running his finger over the spot, pushing the excess that was trickling back inside you, and you recoiled from the touch and the soreness, but he only collected more and pushed a bit deeper until you contracted, taking in the remainder.

"That's my girl, no waste, remember?" He said, kissing your thighs and ass. His mind was empty, watching you there, exhausted and still breathing heavily. He collapsed beside you, your eyes open, following him like a doll. He wiped the corners of your mouth, yet you sucked the last remnants of him on your tongue, smiling, though without many words, just satisfied sighs. Alex was beautiful, his brow still furrowed, looking at you in concentration, and his hairline wet with sweat; you were lucky to say he was yours.

His hand traced your body, admiring the marks and the rest of wax on your skin. You nestled closer to him, and he let you, holding you tight. You could still feel him oozing between your legs, the liquid turning cold, tingling a little from the soreness, but it felt great. You knew he would treat you like precious pearls, bathing you and leaving you clean before you went to sleep, and that was comforting.

"I'd never let a single drop go to waste, Al." You smiled lightly, your eyes closing, your voice still low and husky, and his solemn and comforting laughter at your fragile soul caused a pleasant vibration in your body.

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[smallestapplin]

NO REGRETS FOR BEING THIS EARLY-

But I am intrigued on how the fight between naga Volo and naga Warden Ingo would go- a continuation of a prompt I saw you write for here a while ago-

GIRLS THE NOODLES ARE FIGHTING-

-Zorua anon ❤️🖤🦊

I hope you like this! ^^ (I apologize I’m not very good at fighting scenes.)

Based off this

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“Ingo please, let’s just go home.” The tension is thick, almost suffocating.

You know Ingo is strong, but Volo is venomous, and in a time without anti-venom one bite could mean death. But the fierce look on Ingo’s face tells you he’s already thought of that, yet he won’t back down.

“If he wants to try and lay a claim on you, then he already knows he must get through me first. I’m not going to turn away a challenger.”

The viper before you two smirks, showing off the very long fangs you’re worried about. The two snake men stare at each other, glaring, and waiting for the other to make the first move.

Ingo was never one for violence, but he can’t shake the feeling this was much needed and a long time coming.

But he knows he must be careful, Volo will not go down easy nor fight fair.

And he was right, the moment his eyes flickered behind him to make sure you were out of the way, Volo lunged.

Ingo barely dodges the attack, ducking under to slam into Volo’s chest and tossing him to a spot further away from you. The blonde rag dolls for a moment before righting himself and doing it again.

This time the golden snake goes low to the ground, and while Ingo dodges, Volo is quick to slam his tail into his chest, knocking the air from the warden.

Yet Ingo sinks his claws into Volo’s tail, taking him with him. The yellow snake hybrid whips around just as the warden grabs a stick near him and lifts it between them, making Volo bite the stick instead of Ingo.

Venom leaking and glistening in the light.

It doesn’t last long as the merchant is grabbed and lifted by a wave of psychic energy, one which he struggles against. Your Alakazam holding him in place and further away from him, as you rush over to Ingo making sure he’s okay.

“Did he bite you? Are you okay!?”

Ingo grunts, sitting up and coiling the end of his tail around your waist, before swiftly moving you behind him.

“I’m fine, dear. Please, let me handle this.”

“Ingo….fine.”

In a flash of a pokeball, the constrictor hybrid is lifted by his own Tangrowth.

“W-what!?”

“I’m sick and tired of this, I don’t want anyone hurt. So stop this useless fighting, we are going home.”

You ask Tangrowth to start the trek to the highlands, and once it does you’re left with a still floating Volo.

As Ingo's shouts start growing fainter, you stare at the blonde.

“Anything to say for yourself?” You figured you’d be polite.

But he huffs.

“He’s a useless mate, he can’t even fight for your hand properly.”

“I don’t want or need that, it’s pointless to fight. I can make my own choices, what makes you so sure I would’ve picked you anyway?”

Your words cut through him like a dagger.

He’s speechless, for once he can’t think of anything to say. He can only watch as you toss the scarf he made and scented in front of him.

“I’m taking my leave, if you try anything again you’ll be answering to me.”

He can only stare at your retreating form, calling for Braviary to catch up with your lover.

Alakazam drops him once you’re out of sight, and teleports back to you.

Leaving the hybrid alone.

Just as he has always been.

[writingdevil]

Shimmer [Hermittober24 Day Seven]

(Prompt List created by @collierose1 )

False has no idea how this happened,but she somehow managed to find a village that was entirely mind-controlled.

The knight-turned-wandering-warrior had simply seen this village on her map,and decided that she needed a break from travelling,and people had said that it was a quiet and calm settlement-no trouble ever goes on there,not even a tragic murder.

So,for False,a fighter that had been dealing with criminals and evil sorcerers for the past few months,it seemed like the perfect place to relax.

But upon entering the town,it immediately became clear that this was not a normal town.

For instance,as soon as False walked in and explored the town,she found that everyone looked happy and were smiling.The smiles never looked forced though-it wasn't as if people were secretly crying and their faces refused to break.No,the people here just genuinely looked happy and friendly.

But that may be on account of the magic taking ahold of them all.

When False first arrived,a nice lady had come up and greeted her,intrigued by her entire appearance, from the sword to the wings,and began to toss dozens of questions at her,but False couldn't focus on anything other than the shimmer around her face.

The woman's face looked untroubled and calm,as a light pink shimmer floated around her face,giving her eyes a pink shine every now and then.It wasn't immediately obvious to the untrained eye,but if there is one thing False is,is trained.

So she remained calm and pretended to play along, and over the last few days,realised that everyone had been bewitched.

But the most baffling thing was-other than this mysterious shimmer,nothing else seemed to be amiss.It just looked like a really happy village.

People would go about their day and talk to others, and people did experience emotions other than happiness.Once,False watched as one guy accidentally bumped into another man,causing the other to drop the sack of potatoes he had been carrying.

The man had been rightfully annoyed,snapping at the guy and gesturing to the rolling potatoes on the ground.

But then a second later,he froze,eyes blank and distant,as if he was trying to remember something deep in his mind.Then False saw that shimmer in his eyes again,and then he blinked,smiled,and silently began to pick up the potatoes,the other guy immediately offering his assistance.

Yeah,False didn't like this.

She tried investigating every inch and every person in the village,but the culprit didn't appear to actually live with the other residents.

But that didn't mean that the other residents knew nothing.

False had,originally,been under the impression that the magical shimmer had simply been mind controlling the town,to keep them away from something.That was always the way it went whenever False had been sent on missions as a knight.

People don't cast spells and make threats to attract attention-they do it because they're selfish and think that they deserve to have things go their way. False has taken down many of these assholes.

But she'll admit that this one was weird.

She woke up to a piercing scream in the middle of the night.Her eyes weren't even fully open before she was grabbing her sword and flying out the door of the Inn she was staying out.

She raced towards the commotion,a house with multiple people crowding around it,hushed and worried whispers that only fuelled False's panic.

But before she could even shout for people to move,a man burst out of the house,face flushed and with tears slowly falling down his face,dripping past the huge smile he wore.False was inclined to ignore the smile on account of the magic,but she froze at what was in the man's arms-a newborn baby.

That's what the screaming was-his wife in labour. False sighed,her entire body relaxing,her sword almost slipping from her grip,once she realised that there was no immediate danger to fight.

But as people began to congratulate and coo over the baby,the man began to walk past the crowd around him,smiling and nodding at everyone he passed,until he started to walk into the forest with a merry grin on his face.

Instantly,that alertness returned,and she twisted her head,hoping to catch anyone's attention as she asked,"Where is he taking the baby?"

"To the witch."

False turned to face the voice,finding a little girl no older than ten staring up at her innocently.She pointed in the direction the man had walked and said,"He's gone to see the witch in the woods."

~The next day~

False didn't get a chance to follow the man that night-too many people kept coming up to her to talk about the child,and then she was forced to see the mother,and at that point False felt too awkward to leave.But then half an hour later,everyone was excitedly whispering again as the man returned-and False saw that same shimmer on the baby's face.

Today,she was going to face the witch.

She gripped the hilt of her sword with a relaxed confidence as she marched through the forest, determined to free this village from whatever magic was imprisoning them.

False has taken down many magic wielders-she couldn't say a lot of them were easy,but she always came out on top,no matter the opponent.

This time would be no different.

She knew she was on the right path when an overwhelmingly sweet scent invaded her nose,and she just scrunched up her face and marched deeper.

For a witch that was bewitching a village,they didn't care to hide themselves very much,as she found the cottage almost ten minutes later-a small, homely little building in light pink,with flowers trailing up the walls of the house,and if False wasn't certain that a sinister witch lived in there,she almost would've called it welcoming.

"Well,here we go,"she whispered,taking a deep breath in,and walked up the porch.She glanced down at the stone porch,bright butterflies painted on the ground.Or real butterflies,for all she knew.

She raised her fist,mentally preparing for a blast of magic to hit her,before the door flung open.

"'Ello!"

A woman beamed up at False,who was too stunned to speak as she stared in surprise and bafflement.

This was the witch?The woman only went up to False's shoulders,and was smiling up at her as if she were a close friend.She wore a deep pink cardigan,and False could see small satchels all tied along her hips-probably ingredients for potions and spells.

The witch had curly brown hair,which was mostly contained within her hat,the signature pointy witch hat,but interestingly,this was had a light pink frill along the edges,with a bright red flower hanging off the the tip.

"Um,hello?My name is False-"

"Oh hello False!You can call me Stress.Come in, come in!"

Before False knew it,the witch had floated her body into the cottage,which was a mess of books and boxes.She tried to remain absolutely still as Stress sat her down at a kitchen table,and heard a light hum as cups and spoons floated around the kitchen.

"I'll make us some tea.Oh,what a lovely surprise this is!"

"Um,sorry-I'm actually here to talk about-"

"Do you take sugar in your tea?"

"Yes-but that's not why-"

"Here you go!"

In a matter of seconds,there was a steaming cup of tea placed in front of her that False was definitely not drinking,and Stress had settled across from her,brown eyes bright with giddiness as she gazed at her

"I haven't seen you before.Are you new in town?"

"Just passing through."Stress made a,'oooh' sound at that,eying her sword as she asked,"Are you a knight?Are you on a mission?"

"Yes-no!I was a knight-"

"Oh,why'd you quit?"Enough of this.

"I'm sorry,"False said,raising her voice and lightly slamming her hand on the table "but I am here because you are holding an entire village under a spell."

Silence.

Stress's bright smile vanished all at once,and she clutched her hat in fright,panic flashing in her eyes,before she laughed nervously."Spell?I-I'm not casting a spell on anyone-"

"A man with a baby visited you last night.Someone from the village told me.Besides,your entire aesthetic kinda gives it away,what with the pink hue of your magic and all."

Stress glanced away,quickly gulping about half her cup and avoiding eye contact,gazing out of the window instead.

"This whole village is under some sort of spell of yours,but I cannot,for the life of me,understand what you are actually doing to these people,so can you please explain it to me,before I do something that I really don't want to do."

Stress just blankly stared out at the garden for a few seconds,and False tightened her hold on her weapon,before watching in surprise as Stress sighed,her shoulders dropping as a melancholic aura surrounded her-a shocking shift from her bubbly attitude a mere moment ago.

"I'm not harming them,I swear.I just-wanted them to be happy.Happy about me."

"What do you mean?"False asked,her hand suddenly sliding off her sword and giving Stress her full attention.

Stress refused to look at her,instead fiddling with a loose string on her sleeve."Everything used to be fine and dandy up until two months ago.Everyone knew that I was a witch,but they never seemed to have an issue with it.In fact,a lot of times,people would come up and ask for potions from me in broad daylight.Everything was good."

"So what happened?"

Stress bit her lip before replying,"What happened was,a kid got injured.A lot of children played in the forest,and there would always be at least four knocks a day,begging to make a scrape or bruise go away.But this time,some boy had slipped and hit his head on a rock.There was so much blood,and his friends were all crying and I couldn't just leave him like that."

She stopped fiddling with her sleeve,placing her hands around her cup,staring down at it grimly."I healed him,but I couldn't make the scar go away. His body wouldn't be strong enough to handle the magic,but I didn't think it would be an issue.I personally walked the kid back home,not relaxing until I knew he was safe.I explained to the mother what happened,and that he was fine but needed to be more careful,and-"

She stopped,and False tilted her head in curiosity. "Then what happened?"

Stress took a shaky breath in,her brown eyes turning glassy,as she whispered,"They blamed me. The mum started screaming,accusing me of attacking her son and making that scar.She called me a monster,a beast-just insult after insult until the entire village was watching what was happening,and no one intervened."

"Not even when the woman began waving a knife at me."False's brows raised at that,but she couldn't say she was surprised.She's also had a handful of people be reluctant to talk to her,all because of the wings on her back.

"You have to understand,I-I didn't want to use my magic on her,but I had no choice!She was trying to kill me and nobody was helping me so I just-made her happy with me."

False chuckled in disbelief,"Wait,so that's actually what the magic is doing?Making everyone be happy?"

"Happy with me,"Stress corrected "They're still the same people,but now they just never have a bad thing to say about me-and when I did it to one person,suddenly all this fear was gripping me and I thought,'I need to make sure that nobody has a reason to hurt me.I need them all to like me so that they don't kill me,' So I used my magic on the whole town,and now everything is fine!"

Stress forced a big,reassuring smile on her face as she looked at False again,who was just all kinds of shocked.

On one hand,she truly felt for this witch.She was only trying to live her life,and genuinely seemed like a nice person,and she hated that her kindness had been twisted against her,turning it into something rotten and horrible.Just from the warm welcome False had received from her,she knew in her heart that Stress wasn't a wicked sorceress.

But on the other hand-

False sighed "What happened to you was awful. They shouldn't of treated you that way,and someone definitely should've stepped in to help. But I can't let you keep these people under your spell.It's not right."

Panic flashed in Stress's eyes,and all of False's training told her that she was about to use that shimmer on her,but she forced herself to remain in her seat.This witch clearly didn't want to hurt others.

"B-But what if they hurt me again?What if I let them all go and they just get angrier?They'll run me out!"

"They won't."

"How do you know that?!"

"Because I'm going to make sure of it."

Stress froze,and to be honest,False was surprised at herself as well,but she wasn't backing down."I'll make sure that nobody gives you trouble."

"...Why?"

False glanced down,feeling her face heat up in embarrassment."You asked why I quit being a knight. It's because I felt like I wasn't doing enough. Sure,I was one of the King's most skilled fighters, but I was always busy protecting the King, that I never thought to think about what happens to the people that don't have somebody to protect them, to stand up for them when they can't themselves. Or feel like they need to take drastic measures."

Finally,False looked up,and found that Stress was gazing at her in awe,and False could see that same shimmer in her very eyes.

"You want to stay with me?"

"Sure,"she tried to be nonchalant about it,but the intensity of the witch's stare made it hard,"besides, it's been getting boring lately,and you seem fun.So, what do you say?"

The next day,the shimmer had completely vanished from the villagers eyes,and nobody bothered False's best friend ever again after that.

[imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese]

hi im gonna write a drifteris fic (with different names) for a creative writing contest but i desperately need a prompt, you are The Drifteris Person™ and i would trust you with my life so please do you have any prompt recommendations 😭

I do not know when I became the Drifteris person but, while I feel unworthy of the title, I will try my very best to give you something lovely.  If at some point in future you wish to share what you've written I would love to read it.  Anything I can do to increase the amount of Drifteris in the world delights me intensely.

Here's a bunch of story ideas for things I might write some day that you (and anyone else who wants) are free to use (ideas are not stories - take them, use them, write your thing and revel in the glory that is human creativity).  Some are quite unoriginal, but the thing about writing is if you get too original no one can relate to it, so always give yourself permission to do something that's already been done.  Only you can write a thing like you.  No matter what the base idea is, the actual writing is still your own.

Specifically set in Beyond Light: Europa (because I feel robbed we did not get enough of those two in BL - for research, watch the awesome cutscene: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IAD6E_vESJY&t=18s or the videos of their conversations with the player by the fire)

Exo Stranger is busy and there's a strange signal so they go investigate

They find something in an ice cave

Why did they leave Europa? (We just showed up one week and they were gone - maybe there was a specific reason that caused them to run off?)

There is a blizzard and one of them is late coming back from a patrol so the other goes out looking for them

Ice fishing gone wrong

Snowball fight

Scenes from learning how to use/practicing Stasis

More generic anytime/anywhere:

One calls the other after waking up from a bad dream

"Saw this, thought of you." (bonus points if it seems vaguely insulting on the surface but is actually really sweet)

Cooking lessons

Pick a location in the game, think of a reason for Eris to want to investigate something there and drag the Drifter along in a similar manner to the Eidolon Pursuant clothing ( https://www.ishtar-collective.net/categories/eidolon-pursuant-suit-warlock?highlight=eidolon+pursuant )

The Drifter takes Eris fishing to one of the fishing spots in game (why does she go with him?  she lost a bet? or perhaps she asked him to take her fishing and he's nervous about them getting shot? so many possibilities!)

Drifter shows up on the Moon having fixed something for her (maybe he stole it and she didn't know he had it? maybe she asked him to fix it so he made it better?  maybe she didn't know it was broken?  maybe he broke it?)

She shows up to the Annex because he asked her to come look at something he found after one of the Salvage operations on Titan (and of course he never mentioned it to anyone because Drifter be like that)

Immaru says some shit to Eris and gets bullied (the possibilities are endless - I support more Immaru bullying in the world) 

Eido asks Eris about something the Drifter once said to her and wants an explanation of what that 'human custom' means (it is of course something Drifter-terrible - or maybe not - perhaps it’s emotionally revealing and he never expected Eido to notice never mind ask about it - you decide!)

Ikora asks Eris to investigate something in a lost sector and Eris brings the Drifter along (or the Drifter finds out Eris is going and shows up uninvited - I love lost sectors - they're such interesting bits of the game and easy to explore for research purposes after you've cleared them out)

Go in game to one of their locations (Annex or the Moon or Athenaeum...) and wander around looking at the details.  Find something intriguing.  Have one of them ask the other what it is and why it's there (why the hell does Eris have Hive eyeballs floating in her bowl in the Athenaeum?  Seriously... what is she even doing with that?)

Sometimes I just go stand beside Drifter in the Annex or Eris on the Moon and listen to their idle diaogue and then go “I wonder what that was all about.  There’s a story in there!” and get inspired.

I will stop now or I'll just keep going on forever.  I would love to read any/all of these.  Please write them.  I may write them too at some point but that’s ok.  There’s no such thing as too much Drifteris.

[suga-kookiemonster]

Sometimes I see people being curious about the dishwasher shitter and let me tell you how I found out it was a person shitting in a dishwasher:

English is not my first nor second language, it is in fact the third, so when I read sometimes my head goes blank on a few words. For example: the phrase "who shit in the dishwasher?!" In my head I read "who shit in the rhjdndbhrnrbbrhdn?!" Because it's easier or whatever (and they're not very common in my country), sometimes that happens with names, it's very convenient when reading stories, specially smut, because I associate the character without caring about the names and I detach from hurtful plots.

So, I was rereading Ego last year and let me tell you, for some reason I processed for the first time that it was in fact a dishwasher and became extremely disgusted I was immediately on Joon's side, not that I wasn't before, I just saw the disgust for the first time😅😅for some reason my head pictured a washing machine and somehow that was less disgusting because how do you clean that shit? I would never use it again if I lived there and wouldn't associate with anyone that lived there as well because what if there's still poop there? How is it possible to disinfect and trust the process like that?

That being said, it had to be one of them that's fucking with Joon or all of them are in on it so no one snitches when they see because there's no way no one caught the person in the act.

I think I never saw you answer this before, but I didn't follow you when you started posting Ego, what prompted the fic to be written? I think there are a few fics that came from specific pictures of Tae, but I was curious to know what prompted the baby angel Kookie to grace us with his exhibitionist ass🥺

Anyway, I'm waiting patiently for Kook's new fic💕💕💕💕💕

first of all, you are the coolest for speaking 3 languages 😮‍💨 i am in AWE!!💕 secondly, your commentary is hilarious and it never crossed my mind when i was writing the fic that dishwashers aren't necessarily a universal thing 🤣 though fraternities are distinctly american, so i guess that would automatically set the lens the fic is read through. in any case, thank you for validating ego!joon, though i think we all are definitely on his side on that topic 😂😂

to answer your question on why i originally wrote the fic, ego was the first bts fic i ever wrote, and i started it right around the time i first found bangtan in 2017 and my obsession with the group was going full force LOL. i've been in fandom spaces for most of my life, and once i have a new obsession, my first task always seems to be to check out the fanfic and see what's up. i read a number of fics i loved and some others that weren't my cup of tea, but what really made me want to join in was that nearly all of the second-person writing (which i had never seen done before in fanfiction) was obviously written from the perspective of a white person. i, as you know, am not white, and there were only so many times i could read about "my" face flushing red and running my hands through "my" hair before i started to wonder if this new fandom i had found actually wasn't very happy about me (or others who look like me) interacting with the content. so, i simply said fuck it and decided to write my own "reader-insert" fic that i could actually insert myself into!

at the time, i was intrigued by irl jungkook's duality--he's such a shy sweetheart, but he certainly knew how to burn up the stage! and this idea floated into my mind where you accidentally walk in on sweet, shy jungkookie railing another girl, and though he sees you watching, he doesn't stop. so, that scene in the first chapter was the genesis for the fic, and everything else spiraled from there! the characters kinda created themselves as i wrote them, and though i obviously had a broad outline of the fic before i started writing it, a lot of the shenanigans popped up while i wrote each chapter. it was a lot of fun! haha

anyways, thank you so much for asking 💜 i can't believe it's been that long since i started writing ego, and that certainly took me back 🥹💕 i appreciate you, and thanks for looking forward to my next fic!

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Desire, Emotion, And Knowledge

Here’s the first day of the Summer Of Cum fic marathon! I’ll do my best to try and post each installment at or around 5 p.m. EST, but obviously, no promises. If anyone wants on or off my taglist, please let me know! Enjoy!

Day 1: Coming Untouched

SOC prompt list here. SOC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Parmen (ST:TOS) x Reader, slight implied Philana (TOS) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Platonian/Human sex, stimulation via telekinesis, fingering (kind of?), coming untouched, dirty talk, power play, telepathy, slight degradation kink, begging, implied bisexual!Parmen and Philana, also implied open marriage between Parmen and Philana, gentle sex, technically captor/captive but it’s mutual and consensual.

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“Have you found yourself a new plaything, darling?” Philana asked as she glided over to her husband’s side. Her arms wrapped delicately around Parmen’s shoulders, and he hummed low in his throat.

“Yes, Human females are always so responsive. I’ve missed their sensitivity - one of the few disadvantages of moving from Earth to Platonius,” he mused as his eyes traveled down the length of my nude body. If he’d been Human, his gaze would have been the only thing I felt, but since he was Platonian, his eyes were followed by the sensation of his fingers squeezing my breasts. A whimper bubbled up in my throat, and a dark sort of hunger tugged at Parmen’s lips. “You see? I haven’t even deigned to touch her, yet she’s squirming.”

“Enjoy yourself, my love. Just make sure to show me how she looks before you give her back. I do so love seeing your little toys’ marks after they’ve been played with,” she crooned before kissing her husband’s cheek and leaving the room.

“My wife and I indulged in Humans and their pleasures quite often when we resided on your planet. The siren call of the flesh is quite powerful with sensitive, receptive beings such as the members of your species. We didn’t even have our powers then, yet Humans were so expressive about their pleasure,” Parmen said as he leaned farther back in his chair and looked down at me where I knelt in the center of the room. “You are an exquisite specimen, aren’t you?”

The amazement in his voice was followed by the sensation of lips trailing down my neck. Beneath the flowing fabric of the ancient Greek style tunic covering him, Parmen was visibly hard. Could he feel the softness of my skin against his lips, too? I ached to touch him, but the same telekinesis that he was using to tease me kept me firmly in place on my knees.

He and the other Platonians had been performing this sort of telekinetic trickery since we arrived here.

We’d been called to Platonius by a distress signal, and once we arrived, I assisted Doctor McCoy with Parmen’s treatment. When our patient finally woke up from his sedative-induced sleep, I was standing over him with a medical tricorder taking some readings on his vitals.

The sensation of a warm, gentle hand caressing my cheek startled me into dropping my scanner. Glancing around, I saw that nothing was actually touching me, but that the leader of Platonius was gazing up at me as if I held the same intrigue as one of his intellectual questions.

“Such a lovely sight to wake up to...” Parmen rasped as a smile spread across his features, crinkling his eyes slightly at the corners. Oh, he was quite handsome. When my tricorder floated back up in front of my hands, I caught it and murmured a quiet ‘thank you’ before going to alert the Doctor.

Everything else came to a head when Parmen summoned all four of us into his throne room. After a few less-than-diplomatic words from both the Captain and the Platonians, the Philosopher King used his powers to make Kirk slap himself hard, over and over until he nearly collapsed.

“Wait! Stop! Parmen, sir, please stop! Don’t hurt him! The Captain’s only trying to protect us - to keep his officers safe,” I called out before I could stop myself, and all at once, the sounds of flesh colliding with flesh ceased. Parmen’s eyes focused fully on me, then. I thought that the intensity of his gaze meant that I would be next to receive his wrath, but the retribution I expected never came. Instead, our captor rose from his seat and took a few curious steps toward me.

“A heartfelt plea for mercy from such a gentle lady... How could anyone refuse such a request unless their eyes were blind and their heart was made entirely of stone?” He mused as he reached out and brushed a lock of my hair behind my ear. “Fear not, oh compassionate one, your Captain shall come to no further harm by my hand.”

“Thank you, sir,” I’d replied, and he smiled in the same way that he had when he’d awakened earlier. He sent the Captain back to wait with Spock and McCoy, then, and he gave me a tour of the grounds - one which ended in his private quarters where I now knelt naked and dripping for him.

“Patience, little one. Being a King’s concubine - temporary or otherwise - has its rewards, I assure you,” he said as his gaze dropped lower. Invisible hands grasped my thighs and spread them farther apart. “I suppose you’ve never been with a Philosopher King, have you? The position is quite rare. You seem surprised, though. Have you never been touched in a sensual manner?”

Desperately searching for my voice as large, non-corporeal fingers slipped between my legs, I nodded my head.

“I have, but...never by a person’s mind. Sexual telekinesis is an entirely new experie–” I broke off with a gasp as two fingers slipped inside me, deeper than even Parmen’s long digits could have reached. With a broken mewl, I ducked my head trying to hide the intensity of my reaction. An invisible hand grasped my jaw and forced my head back up.

“You will look upon my face, harlot. A king is lowering himself in order to grant you pleasure. I would have your gratitude.” His voice thundered imperiously through the room as his mind-fingers struck me in just the right way to make me moan his name. Parmen’s gaze softened somewhat at the sound, and when he spoke again, he appeared only slightly more compassionate. “Come now, little one. Be polite or I shall have you tied to the dining table and left there, nude and dripping, for all to look upon as they consume their evening meal.”

“Thank you,” I managed to squeak, but that wasn’t quite good enough.

“‘Thank you...?’” He prompted, and I scrambled for the correct title. What the hell was I supposed to call a Philosopher King? ‘Sir?’ Or perhaps ‘my liege?’ Steeling myself for punishment in case I chose incorrectly, I wetted my lips with my tongue.

“Thank you, my gracious king,” I tried, and a slow smile spread across his lips.

“You’re quite welcome, pretty girl,” he crooned, reaching surreptitiously down to grind his palm against the tent in his tunic. A low hum emanated from his throat as I dripped onto the invisible hand moving between my legs - or I should say through it, since there was nothing actually there. “My wife lacks the patience for such play. She prefers that the main event be reached almost immediately. Instant gratification, you understand. I, however, tend towards a different approach...”

Taking up a rough but dilatory pace, he repeated his previous action, striking the spot inside me with his telekinesis until pleas fell from my lips as freely as the tears of desperation that had begun trickling down my cheeks. A low moan from the man playing with my body so precisely drew my eyes.

He had pulled his length from beneath his tunic and was stroking himself in time with his mental thrusts. As I watched, precome dripped over the back of his hand in a long rivulet that I could almost taste despite our distance.

“Parmen...my king, please...”

“You must ask for precisely what you desire if you truly wish to receive it,” he called looking at me with hooded eyelids. “I might be inclined towards mercy, after all, you have brought it out in me before.”

Through my gasps, I managed to force out a few words.

“Please, I want t-to feel you,” I requested as I was almost lifted off the ground with the force of his thrusts.

“Ah, but you can feel me,” he countered with a mischievous smirk.

“Please, I want to kiss you...to touch your body and bring you pleasure in return.” At that, his head tipped back, exposing the length of his neck. I knew this was only temporary, that he was married, but I wanted to leave a hickey or two on that long neck if only to prove that this had actually happened. “Please, my king. Please, I’ll be good for you, I promise!”

“You beg so beautifully. I see no reason to refuse you, but first...” He trailed off and the speed of the invisible hand fucking me into oblivion increased until I fell apart. He didn’t slow his ravaging pace for even a moment as I rode out my pleasure.

When I finally came back to myself, I found my body was fully supported by the same telekinetic hands that had drawn such ecstasy from within. The sensation of teasing fingertips grazed their way up my chest to my neck.

“Such transcendent sensuality! Eros himself could not have created a more splendid display,” Parmen praised as I lifted my head to look at him again. An adoring little smile stretched his lips even as he continued slowly stroking his cock. “Come, little one, you’ve earned your wish. Do what you will with me.”

The tension holding me up released, and I dropped shakily to my hands and knees. I didn’t trust the stability of my legs so soon after such an intense orgasm, so I closed the few feet between us by crawling. When I was between his legs, I trailed soft kisses up his inner thighs. As my lips met his sticky shaft, he moaned and ran his fingers through my hair.

I hoped that if I showed him a different sort of affection than the casual harshness that seemed to pervade Platonian society, he might find it a welcome change...and perhaps be gentle with me in return. When he tilted my chin up so that I was forced to look up at him, something changed. Keeping eye contact, I placed a gentle kiss on the head of his leaking cock.

After several moments of lavishing careful, languid affection on the Philosopher King’s length, I heard him moan above me. Murmured praise fell from his lips until he could stand the incessant build no longer, and his blunt tip slipped across my entrance as he helped me up to straddle his hips. We both let out breathy, desperate sounds at the stimulation, and his hands moved to my upper back.

“We Platonians tend to indulge our crueler sexual impulses, but this...” he murmured as I kissed my way up his neck toward his jaw. The scent of masculine musk and roses flowed over me, seeming to emanate naturally from his skin. Did all Platonians smell so lovely, or was this a result of ancient Greek perfuming techniques? The Platonians did take much of their cultural and aesthetic cues from ancient Greece, after all, and Grecian men did tend towards roses and lilies for their scents. My scholarly musings were cut off by his low, rumbling voice. “Several centuries have passed since I last experienced such complete gentleness. It almost seems as if I never have before...”

Cupping the back of my head with a tenderness I hadn’t felt since he woke up after his treatment, Parmen drew me into a kiss that spoke more of emotion than appetite. So this was the potential I’d sensed within him!

“Gentle, precious lady, you must be Eleos, goddess of mercy sent down from Olympus,” he breathed as his cock slipped inside me. He wrapped his arms around my waist even as mine wound over his shoulders. Trembling as our bodies joined so intimately, I rested my forehead against his. “Oh, I will show you the skill of a god, my girl. I have over two millennia of experience with romance, and you deserve only the best that I can give you.”

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Hours later when his little lover was fast asleep in his arms, Philana finally returned. Parmen watched as her eyes skimmed down the unblemished skin of the woman’s back and shoulders, and a small frown creased her brow.

“Did you not enjoy yourself?” She whispered as she sat beside her nude husband and his lover on their marital bed. “There’s hardly a mark on her.”

“Oh, she provided wonderful pleasure,” Parmen praised as he ran his fingers through her hair.

“How could she have when you’ve left no bruises?” Philana sounded utterly perplexed. “Come to think of it, I heard no screams, either.”

“She reminded me of the allure of gentleness...the sweet sacrament of a slow, tender touch,” he mused as he pressed a soft kiss onto the sleeping woman’s forehead.

“Gentleness? What pleasure could that possibly bring? Husband, you and I have held for a millennia that the contrast provided by pain is the primary enhancer for sexual enjoyment,” Philana protested, but when Parmen looked over at his wife, he was aware that he was expressing more in that single glance than he had in centuries. A small, warm smile graced his lips. One that his wife hadn’t caused. Could one mortal woman really cause such a drastic change in him?

“She could teach us...remind us of those attributes we’ve lost over time.”

Philana fixed him with a knowing stare.

“And how long, dear husband, would that last? She’d have powers within a few months, and their arrival would herald the end of her Humanity. She would fall victim to the same things that we have,” she said, and, though Parmen knew it was true, his heart protested loudly in his chest. He so wanted to keep her and surround himself eternally with her soft affection. “This one truly has captivated you, hasn’t she?”

He could hear the amazement in his wife’s voice, but he couldn’t bring himself to care one way or the other.

“Indeed. I didn’t think it was possible to...to feel this deeply after so many decades...so many centuries,” he murmured trailing his lips lightly down his lover’s cheek. His heart thudded rapidly in his chest as she nuzzled his chest in her sleep. “I wish to delay the Enterprise’s departure.”

“You have decided to let them live, then?” At her husband’s confirmation, Philana smiled and dropped a soft kiss on the sleeping woman’s cheek. “Then you stay here with your little diversion, and I’ll keep the others busy.”

Once his wife had left, Parmen’s hand slid down to his lover’s hip and held her in place. Grinding his renewed interest between her legs, the Philosopher King moaned with no restraint as his tip penetrated her once more. She whimpered sleepily for him, stirring in his arms with a murmur of his name. She may not be his forever, but he would make the most of the time they were given.

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CSSNS Get to Know Me!

Let’s warmly welcome @snowbellewells​ to the 2023 CSSNS event!

How long have you been in the CS/OUAT fandom?

Since the summer before Season 3 began, so about 2013.

When did you start shipping Captain Swan?

I would say right about then, the start of the Neverland arc. I was of course intrigued by Killian from the start, but shipping them as a couple? It was probably there at the beginning of Season 3.

What drew you to this event?

I was drawn in through talking with Krystal (@kmomof4) about wishing there were more werewolf fics and being able to finally bring an idea of my own I’d had to life for the event. Plus, I was VERY excited for all of the other stories and new friendships that would surely come from it!

What inspired your topic?

The MC I am writing this year was inspired by the book (and TV movie adaptation of the book) Carolina Moon by Nora Roberts. Emma’s character in it will have psychic/clairvoyant abilities, which I have been assured is supernatural enough to qualify, and there will be some mystery and suspense thrown in with the romance if I balance it all as I hope!

My one shot was inspired by a story prompt idea I saw floating around on Tumblr.

If you would like to share a snippet/sneak peek/summary of your fic or artwork, please use the space below.

From the Prologue of Carolina Moon:  “But, more than all of that, she had come back to this place to find peace, to lay to rest the ghosts that followed her everywhere else she’d gone in the years between, once and for all. If she expected others to leave the past in the past, she’d first have to manage it herself.   She’d had no way to know as she and Rose parted that afternoon with promises and plans for later that it would be the last time she would ever see her friend. Emma had harbored the pain and the guilt and the unanswered questions ever since. Finally, it was time to meet the gazes of all of those who’d stared at her in suspicion before she’d been packed up and moved away once more, and it was time she found answers. She wasn’t the scared, whipped, mistreated adolescent she had been at 13. What she had lived through then wasn’t her fault, nor was what had happened to Rose that muggy July midnight.   And if she had to return to Storybrooke, South Carolina to lay that burden down… well, it was long past time she did.”

For our betas: Who/what have you beta'd before, or is this your first time? Feel free to give as much info as you like.

I have beta’ed a bit for authors in this event in previous years, and occasionally for other fic writer friends if they need someone to glance over a story for them before they post it. I love doing that. The collaboration and idea sharing is so much fun, and I feel like I am getting a special sneak peek!

What are you looking forward to most about participating in this event?

Digging back into this story I’ve been anxiously waiting to put my full attention towards, and seeing what everyone else will create and post!

We’re looking forward to TWO stories from @snowbellewells​ - the OS dropping on August 2nd and the MC on August 18th!

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flufftober day 2 - kurodai 'city of millions'

Title: City of Millions Fandom: Haikyuu!! Chapters: 1 of 6 Pairing: KuroDai (Sawamura Daichi x Kuroo Tetsurou) Rating: Teen (College AU - Banter - Tooth-rotthing Fluff - First Kisses) Word Count: ~2,910 Prompt: Fairy Lights Summary: Daichi decides to go to college in Tokyo, wanting to branch out in life. Little did he know that stumbling into a random cafe would lead him to be reunited with an old friend.

A/N: Here's my offering for day 2! Please enjoy!

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The streets of Tokyo are lined with more people than Daichi had ever seen in his life. Coming from Miyagi prefecture, it was a culture shock to say the least. He’d chosen to break out of the small town life, and had headed to Tokyo for college, figuring that if he could get a decent degree here, then it would be easy to head back to Miyagi and settle into the life he always saw himself leading. Right now, though, he wished he was back home and not in a foreign city, as he had no idea where he was going and that bothered him. 

He could head back to student housing, which he knew was only a few blocks away, but then that would defeat the purpose of him being out. He had sat in his dorm room the past few weekends, because he didn’t really know what else to do. But Sugawara had told him that he needed to go out and to stop being so depressing in their last call, so he took his advice and left without a plan. 

Looking around, he saw an alleyway where there appeared to be some twinkling lights. Intrigued by what he saw, he took a sharp left and headed down the very crowded alley. There were multiple food stalls, people lining up to get some food this late in the evening. It wasn’t that late, but it was much later than he was normally out and about. But Sugawara was right - he should go explore his new city, his new neighborhood. That’s why he left home, right? To do that? But why did it feel so terrible? 

The twinkling lights led him towards an outdoor restaurant, where multiple strands of these twinkling lights were. Daichi stared at them in wonder, as they looked so out of place in this urban area. But the lights made him feel like he was back home, and that was kind of nice. He approached the podium, and asked if there was availability for one. The hostess nodded, and led him over to an area next to a pond where there were koi floating around in it. 

Someone approached his table and set down a teapot and one tea cup, which he thanked them for and poured himself some tea. His eyes were drawn to the lights twinkling on the pond, the koi moving around in an almost lazy manner. He was sort of envious of those fish that got to live their life doing absolutely nothing. It seemed like an idyllic life, that was for sure. 

“Good evening, and welcome to the Fairy Garden.” Daichi was looking at the pond, but as soon as his waiter began to speak to him, his eyes widened and he looked over at them. They were not looking at him. In fact, they were looking at a table nearby, clearly bored already of their job. “We serve only the most decadent treats here for you to enjoy. What would you like to start with?” 

Daichi set his cup down, and leaned back in his chair, smirking as his waiter was still not looking at him. “Oh, I don’t know. Do you have anything that might be worth a sliding penalty?” 

That got their attention. His waiter stared at him, his jaw dropping in surprise. “No way. What the hell are you doing here, Sawamura?” 

“Moved here a few weeks ago.” Daichi grinned, happy to see a familiar face in a rather strange setting. Kuroo Tetsuro, a fellow volleyball player that played on the rival team of Karasuno’s, was standing next to his table, continuing to stare at him with a shocked expression on his face. “Going to school nearby.” 

“No way.” Kuroo shook his head. “Shit. Okay, look - I’m going to get you my favorite thing on the menu. And then, I’m going to politely request that you wait for me to finish up here.” 

“What time are you off?” His heart was beginning to race, as he nodded in agreement to Kuroo’s suggestion for his meal. “You’re not going to make me wait until midnight, are you?” 

Kuroo laughed. Boy, it was good to hear that laugh again. “No, we close in an hour. Gives you plenty of time to enjoy your meal. Will you do that for me, Sawamura?” 

“I suppose it can be arranged.” The night was already looking up. “But hurry - I’m pretty hungry.” 

“Yeah, yeah. You got it.” Kuroo started to walk away, but then turned back around and came back over to his table. “It’s really good to see you here.” 

“No kidding.” He returned his smile, then watched him walk away to put in his order, whatever it might be. 

Daichi was impressed by what Kuroo had ordered for him. It was a whole fish deep fried, served with rice and some daikon. And, the best part was that Kuroo brought him his bill, and it had ‘$0.00’ on it. Not that he was struggling with money, as he had left his dorm with the anticipation of finding something to eat, but it was nice to see that his friend was taking care of him in a way he hadn’t really expected. 

He waited for Kuroo outside of the restaurant, not wanting to intrude as the staff cleaned for the next shift coming in. The alleyway had cleared out - it was still a little busy as there were quite a few bars in the area, but it wasn’t anywhere near as busy as it had been when Daichi first arrived. He saw the lights turn off above his head, and heard the door open to his left. Turning, he saw Kuroo walking out with a very pretty girl, who was laughing as the two locked up the restaurant. 

“Sawamura!” Kuroo raised his hand at him. “You waited!” 

Shoving his hands into his jeans pockets, he shrugged. “You told me to.” He had really nothing going on, and getting to spend a little time with an old friend sounded nice. 

“I did, I did.” The former captain of Nekoma had the same cat-like grin that Daichi remembered with a sentimental fondness. “Are you okay to go to the subway by yourself tonight?” He asked his coworker. 

“We can walk with you.” He had no idea what the subway at night was like in this area, but if he could help this girl not get into any trouble, then he had no problem going with Kuroo. “I’m Daichi, by the way.” He held his hand out to her. “I’ve known this guy for a bit.” 

“If you wouldn’t mind?” She asked. “And it’s nice to meet you.” 

He didn't get her name, but it was fine. Kuroo filled the silence by talking nonstop as they walked her down the block to the subway station. They left her at the turnstiles, Daichi bowing to her as she told Kuroo she’d see him tomorrow. Kuroo waved, and then turned towards him. “So, Sawamura. You up for a little adventure with me?” 

“Sure.” Daichi didn’t have any early morning class, so he could stay out a little later than he normally would. “What’d you have in mind?” 

“You’ll see.” 

Kuroo dragged him to a karaoke club, where he got them a room. Out of all the things in the city to do, Daichi really hadn’t been expecting this. “Are you a good singer?” He asked Kuroo, as he began to look through the song book. “Because if you’re not, I think I’d rather go and get drunk at a bar by myself, thanks.” 

“Ouch, Daichi.” He tried to ignore how his heart jumped at how Kuroo addressed him. It wasn’t fair. He thought that those old feelings were long gone. It had been almost a year since he’d last seen Kuroo. They were never officially anything in high school, but Daichi always felt this pull towards him whenever they had been together - be it on the court, or just as two captains, talking about their teams together. Kuroo knew his own struggles better than anyone else on the team did, including Sugawara. “Maybe I brought you here so I could serenade you, and make you fall in love with me.” 

Daichi snorted. “You’re an idiot if you think that’s all it would take to get me to do that.” He rolled his eyes, and playfully shoved Kuroo, who grinned up at him with that cheshire grin that held so much promise behind it. Daichi moved to sit back down, but then was stopped by Kuroo wrapping his arm around his waist, drawing him close to his body. “W-What are you doing?” 

“Can’t I hug an old friend?” Kuroo set the book of songs down, and put his other arm around him. Daichi naturally moved to be closer to him, and accepted the embrace with a hidden smile on his lips. “Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d ever run into you in this city.” 

“You didn’t know I was here.” 

“Sure, I did.” 

He pulled away, a surprised look on his face. “How?” 

“This cat has his ways.” Kuroo raised his eyebrows up and down in a teasing manner. “But really, if you must know, Kenma told me. Hinata told him.” 

“That kid.” Daichi chuckled, then went and sat back down, this time without Kuroo stopping him. “So you knew I was in Tokyo, and you didn’t bother to reach out to me? Ouch, Tetsuro.” 

Kuroo put his hand over his chest, and dropped his head forward. “I know. I am the most horrible person on the planet.” He lifted his head, his eyes gleaming. “But you didn’t call me either.” 

“That’s true.” He did have a point. “I’ve been busy with school.” It was a lame excuse, but an accurate one. “I guess I was waiting to find the right time to see if we could hook up.” 

“Why, Daichi.” Kuroo had a smirk on his face that was doing terrible things to Daichi. It brought him right back to those teasing, flirtatious taunts that would happen on the court whenever they played against each other. “I had no idea you were into hooking up.” 

He groaned, then shook his head. “That isn’t what I meant, and you know it.” 

“Shame, because I wouldn’t have said no if you had asked.” Kuroo winked, then returned to looking at the songs. “Ah! Found it.” He punched in the number, and picked up the mic. “Be prepared to be wow’d by my sultry voice, Daichi.” 

A loud laugh left his mouth as Kuroo had a look on his face that was anything but sultry. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?” 

“Just you wait. You’re gonna fall helplessly in love with me.” Kuroo winked again, then began to sing. 

Kuroo’s bravado worked well for him in this setting. Daichi wasn’t necessarily impressed by his vocal abilities, but his showmanship was something else. Kuroo emoted the song in such a way that all Daichi could do was laugh, tears streaming down from his eyes with how hard he was laughing at Kuroo’s antics. It all came to a head when Kuroo dropped to his knees in front of him, and brought the mic to his mouth, tossing his head back as if he was in desperate pain. Daichi couldn’t stop laughing even if he tried. It was too much. By the end of the song, Kuroo dropped the mic and crossed his arms over his chest, posing for Daichi for the finale. 

He stood up and clapped his hands hard, shaking his head as he still couldn’t stop laughing. “Okay, Tetsurou. You got me.” He shook his head, wiping the tears off of his face. “That was pretty good.” 

“Now it’s your turn.” Kuroo dropped down onto the couch next to where he was standing. “You better make this good, Dai.” 

“You’re so bossy.” He picked up the mic off the floor, and started to look through the songs. “So what’s your story? Are you going to school? Or just working?” 

“Working for now.” Kuroo picked up the bottle of water that they’d ordered, and gulped some down. “Might go to school after the summer. Not sure yet.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m in no real hurry, really.” 

“Still live at home?” 

“Nope.” Daichi kept his eyes on the binder, but wasn’t looking at any of the songs. His attention was firmly on Kuroo without actually looking at him. “Got a place after I got my job. It’s not the best, but at least I’m out on my own.” 

He flipped to the next page, and saw a song that he knew would kill Kuroo if he sang it. “That must be nice. I’m at a dormitory on campus. At least I’m alone, which is nice. I expected to have a roommate, but I guess it fell through. So I’m in a two bed dorm and it’s just me.” 

“Do you sleep in both beds?” 

Daichi tossed his head back and laughed. “No, but I should.” 

“You definitely should. What if the other bed is more comfortable? For shame, Dai.” Kuroo clicked his tongue at him, which made his stomach give a little dip at the noise. 

Standing up, he put the number in for his song, and then looked at Kuroo. “Don’t go falling in love with me after I sing to you, jerk.” 

“What makes you think I’m not already madly in love with you, hmm?” That Cheshire grin returned to Kuroo’s lips, making Daichi flustered. “But go on, let’s hear it.” 

He began to sing, but didn’t bother with the same theatrics as Kuroo had done to him. He did, however, decide that if Kuroo was being serious about all of this love business, that he would put it to the test. At the end of his song, he sat down on Kuroo’s lap, his legs swung over Kuroo’s thighs, twisting his torso to look at him as he sang the final line. 

“I’m going to kiss you now, Daichi.” Kuroo murmured, as his face came closer to his. “Set that mic down before we have to listen to our kissing through the loudspeakers.” 

Fumbling with the mic, he turned it off, and then returned to his position. “Did I really make you fall in love with me? That song was awful, Tetsurou.” 

“Shut up, and let me kiss you, damn it.” 

Daichi closed his eyes, and moaned softly as Kuroo’s arms wound themselves around his body, their lips coming together as if they were two magnets meant for each other. So many times he’d thought about this moment, and now it was here. He somehow found Kuroo in a city of millions, all because he was curious about the aesthetic of a restaurant. 

He fell back to earth a few seconds later as their kiss came to an end, Daichi’s chest rising and falling as he kept his arms wound around Kuroo’s neck. “Damn.” His voice was a bit breathless, still trying to recover from that amazing kiss. 

“Go out with me again, Dai.” Kuroo spoke low into his ear, squeezing his arms around him. 

“I want to.” Daichi nodded his head, his heart pounding hard as his ears rang. “But school comes first.” 

“Right, right.” The former captain of Nekoma nodded his head in understanding. “May I kiss you again?” 

“We’re spending how much on this room to make out?” He smirked, as he saw Kuroo’s shoulders drop in defeat. “Fine. One more kiss, but then it’s back to singing. Gotta get our money’s worth.” 

“Remind me to never take you out, Daichi.” 

Another loud, boisterous laugh left his mouth. “Then how do you expect to date me?” 

“I’ll figure something out.” Kuroo kissed him on the lips, silencing their debate, Daichi moaning softly as he got swept away by another amazing kiss. 

At the end of the night, Kuroo walked him all the way back to his dormitory. “When do you think I can see you again?” Kuroo asked, his arms firmly around Daichi’s body. “Tomorrow too soon?” 

“Yes.” He smiled. It was flattering to know that Kuroo wanted to see him again so quickly. “Is your number the same?” 

“It is.” 

“I’ll text you.” 

“Don’t make me wait forever, Dai. But, if I must, I will.” Kuroo exhaled a dramatic sigh. 

Daichi shook his head, then pulled him back down to leave a kiss on his lips. “I’ll text you, dork. Miss me.” He brushed his nose against his, and then left Kuroo standing there, as he walked into his dormitory and headed up to his room. 

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he found the last text he’d sent to Kuroo, which had been close to seven months ago. “I’m really glad I found you tonight. Hope I can see you soon. Be good, Tetsurou.” 

“I’m glad you found me too. I will wait for you. G'night, Dai. :)” 

He stared at Kuroo’s text for a few minutes, then flopped face first down onto his bed. He hoped that he would get to see Kuroo again sooner rather than later, because it felt so good to be with him. Kuroo made him laugh, and he made his heart race. He could still feel his kisses, and that caused his smile to grow even wider. Yes, he was going to make sure he saw Kuroo soon. 

---

Cross-posted to AO3

[elsewheregremlin]

WIP Game

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips.

Saw this floating around and decided to see if anyone is interested in my WIPs!

1. Three spies raise a baby?

2. Click your heels three times

3. Herculean

4. Spooky

5. The sixth station

6. Pokémon!!!

7. Efiat (crossover, ask only if you’re ready for a very, very long monologue)

8. Pomegranate lips

9. Spellbound

10. Reasons wretched and divine

11. Where the old ones roam

12. From Alec, with love

13. Nsfw prompt fill

@samanthahirr @dhampir72 @prismatic-bell hope you don’t mind me tagging you?

[silvrash-797]

I think I saw an AI-less Whumptober list floating around yesterday, it'll be intriguing to see if they're the same prompts!

*slips in*

I think the Whumptober prompts are being posted tomorrow

Ooh, yessssss that’ll be something to look forward to, thanks for telling me

[bestillmyslashyheart]

50 First Breakups

Alex stared at them. Four anxious and apologetic faces stared back alongside one heartbroken one.

“What do you mean we broke up?” Michael asked again. No one had answered him the first time he asked and he was getting visibly more upset by the continued silence but Alex had no words for him. They’d broken up a month ago, a combination of growing distance, simultaneous bad weeks, too much alcohol, and a loud fight with things shouted that couldn’t be taken back.

And Michael apparently remembered none of it. He couldn’t remember anything of the last two months.

Alex looked away from his teary eyes that tore at Alex’s heart and stared at the crowd behind him. “What happened?”

“Alex-” Michael started but stopped when Alex held up a hand without even looking at him.

“Kyle?” Alex pressed.

Kyle shifted on his feet. “Honestly, I’m not sure. He hit his head but it wasn’t enough to cause this. Plus Max healed him, so...”

Alex pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled softly. He hadn’t known what to expect when he’d gotten the SOS text from Isobel but it certainly wasn’t to find his ex-boyfriend which short term amnesia that was just long enough to make him forget that they were very definitively exes now. Michael had greeted him with a bright smile and a kiss that Alex was too stunned to resist and it had gone steadily downhill from there.

“Alex?” Michael asked again. “What happened? The last thing I remember we were great and now you’re saying we broke up a month ago? What-”

“No,” Alex shook his head. “I’m sorry you’re going through this but I’m not going to rehash everything for you. We broke up. That’s it. That’s all that matters.” His eyes flickered from Michael to Isobel and Max’s worried faces to Kyle’s look of utter perplexion to Liz’s sympathetic grimace.

“That’s not all that matters!” Michael yelled back. “Tell me how we went from happy to this,” he waved a hand at Alex, “in less than a month.”

“Michael.” Isobel put a hand on his shoulder. “Maybe not right now? You two can talk it out later.” Alex opened his mouth to object but closed it immediately when Isobel shot him a glare.

“Yeah,” he agreed instead. “Later.” He cleared his throat. “If there’s nothing else...”

Liz took kindness on him and shook her head. “I’ll walk you out.” She stood up and they both ignored everyone else as they walked out to his car. “Are you okay?” Alex hadn’t told her, or anyone, the details of the breakup but they all knew it had been bad; he and Michael could barely be in the same room as each other these days.

“I’m fine,” Alex replied.

Liz snorted softly. “Yeah, okay. Well if you decide you want a friend while you’re dealing with all that fineness, you know where I am.” Alex gave her a quick hug and a small smile and got into his car.

Just before he pulled away, he rolled down the window and called out, “Liz?” She stopped in the open doorway to the house and turned around. “You’ll keep an eye on him?”

“We will,” she promised. Alex nodded at her in thanks before pulling away.

---

As much as Alex would like to have put Michael and his amnesia out of his mind, he couldn’t. The rest of the day, and most of the night as he tossed and turned, he played the situation over in his head. At first it had hurt to see Michael so happy to see him, to kiss him, to see his heartbreak over their breakup; it hurt to be alone in his misery and grief over their failure to make it last. But as he thought about it, the idea of a second chance crept up on him. A chance to wipe the slate clean, to move past that last fight. It wasn’t right, Alex knew that, to take advantage of Michael’s memory problems, and Alex would certainly never do it, but the thought was there. And it wasn’t going away.

When his alarm went off in the morning, Alex squeezed his eyes shut for a moment in protest before getting up with a groan. Today would be hell, but the sooner he got through it, the sooner he could go back to bed. That dream powered him through a shower and his morning routine all the way up until he went to make coffee and heard the truck pull up in his driveway.

Alex froze, one hand on the cabinet door, the other holding a mug aloft, as he heard first the slam of Michael’s truck door and the familiar turn of the lock on his front door before it swung open with a bang. “Shit,” he heard Michael curse softly amid the rustle of paper bags. A moment later the door slammed shut and Alex slowly lowered his mug to the countertop as Michael rounded the corner into view.

His smile lit up his face and Alex’s heart ached. “Good morning,” Michael greeted softly. He rounded the countertop and dropped the bags of food from the Crashdown on top of it on his way to Alex hello. Once again, Alex was too surprised to stop him or to stop himself from kissing back out of habit.

“I don’t know what I did last night,” Michael laughed softly when he pulled back, “but I woke up in Max’s spare room. Figured since I was out already I could bring back some breakfast.”

Alex stared at him, uncomprehendingly. “Michael,” he finally said. He wasn’t sure what he sounded like but it apparently wasn’t good since Michael stopped what he was doing with the food and turned to face him.

“Alex?” He reached for him but Alex leaned out of his touch.

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

Michael furrowed his brow. “Uh,” he looked down at the food, “going to the Crashdown for breakfast?”

Alex closed his eyes briefly. “Yesterday. What’s the last thing you remember from yesterday,” he clarified.

“I don’t know,” Michael shrugged. “I worked late and we had dinner at the Crashdown and then you had something to do with Greg so I went home and watched a movie. Why? Did I forget something?”

Alex stared at him. That had been two months ago. That was the last memory Michael had mentioned having yesterday. “You don’t remember anything after that?”

“No, should I? You’re starting to scare me a little. What happened? What did I forget?”

Alex pulled out his phone and pulled out the calendar and showed it to him. Michael stared down at it before shaking his head. “No, it’s April.”

“It’s June,” Alex confirmed.

“No, it’s not,” Michael insisted.

Alex sighed and called Isobel. She answered after on ring. “Can’t talk right n-”

“He’s here,” Alex cut her off.

Isobel cursed. “Sorry. He was gone before-”

“He thinks it’s April,” he cut her off again.

This time Isobel was silent. Then, “what?”

“Just...come over.” Alex hung up without waiting for her reply.

“Alex?” Michael asked, somewhat timidly. Alex took the cup of coffee meant for him and skirted around Michael to get out of the kitchen. Michael followed. “Alex?” He asked again.

“You hit your head yesterday,” Alex told him. “And now you seem to have amnesia.” Michael scoffed. “Yesterday the last thing you could remember was us going to the Crashdown for dinner and then going home and watching a movie while I went out with Greg. That night was two months ago.” Alex paused briefly before forcing out the rest. “We broke up a month ago. You moved out and you’ve been bouncing between Isobel and Max’s guest rooms.”

Michael stared at him. “That’s not funny.”

“I’m not laughing.”

“Alex.”

“I’m dead serious Guerin.” Michael flinched as if Alex had struck him.

“Since when do you call me Guerin anymore?”

“Since we broke up.”

Michael shook his head. “Alex, stop-”

The front door burst open and multiple people stampeded down the hallway, Isobel in the lead. She let out a breath when she saw Michael before swatting him on the arm. “Don’t do that! We were worried.”

Michael stared at her. “Don’t do what? Go home?”

Isobel and Max stared at him then at Alex. Liz bypassed them and came straight to Alex’s side.

“Michael,” Max said gruffly but not unkindly, “this isn’t your home anymore.”

Michael shook his head. “I don’t know what possessed you and Alex to go along with this together but it’s really not funny.”

Liz put her hand on Alex’s arm and squeezed gently. “Michael,” Isobel tried, “you hit your head, it’s causing memory problems, you don’t remember-”

“Alex and I wouldn’t break up! And if we did, it wouldn’t happen that fast!” Michael was almost shouting now.

Alex couldn’t look at him. Two months ago he would have had Michael’s conviction too but it had all unraveled almost before he even noticed. One day they were fine, struggling a little bit but overall fine, and the next day they were done.

“Michael,” Isobel grabbed his arm. “We can talk about this at Max’s but I’m sure Alex wants his house back so we should go.”

“I have to get to work,” Alex admitted. He glanced at the clock on his phone. “I’m going to be late.”

“Great, then we really should go,” Isobel insisted. She tugged gently then firmly at Michael’s arm when he didn’t budge.

“Alex...” Michael looked to him.

“Go Michael,” Alex ordered quietly. And Michael went. Isobel flashed him a grim look over her shoulder as she led him out and Max barely glanced at him as he followed. Liz hesitated, her hand still on his arm. “Liz, I really do need to get to work.”

She smiled wryly. “Not going to tell me you’re fine?”

Alex shook his head. “No. Because I’m really not. But I do have to work so...”

“Okay. Call me when you get off and I’ll come over.”

Alex agreed and then she left too. He needed to be out the door five minutes ago but Alex took a moment to breath deeply and try to process just what the hell had happened here this morning. He’d spent hours thinking, albeit halfheartedly, that he and Michael might get a second chance, and now that was gone. At the very least, he had expected the hard part to be over with.

The unexpected reality of having to tell Michael they were over again was a slap in the face that he really hadn’t needed.

---

The next three days, Alex got a text from either Liz or Isobel telling him that Michael’s memory hadn’t changed. He woke up every morning thinking the previous night was that night two months ago and every morning they had to update him on what he’d missed.

Even if they hadn’t texted him, Alex would have known anyway from the sheer number of texts and calls he got from the other man. He was very close to blocking his number even though he didn’t want to do that, though honestly, with their group of friends, everyone needed to be able to get in touch with each other at a moment’s notice so blocking wasn’t really an option. And yet.

The fourth day was Saturday and Alex’s day to sleep in. Early enough that the sun was barely coming through the window, Alex woke up to a warm body slipping into bed next to him. He was still half asleep and his body still so used to sleeping next to Michael that he merely rolled over and tucked himself in next to him and went back to sleep.

He woke up again hours later to a firm jostling of his shoulder. Alex cracked an eye open to see Liz staring at him from next to the bed. Her eyes flickered between his face and the space behind his shoulder and Alex only had a moment to wonder what she was doing in his bedroom when he registered the furnace behind him and realized what had happened. “He slipped out early,” she whispered apologetically.

Alex squeezed his eyes shut, enjoyed the heat of Michael’s body for a brief moment more, then turned over and shoved Michael out of the bed. He hit the floor with a loud yelp before shooting to his feet. Liz blushed and turned her back at the sight of Michael’s naked body. Alex just closed his eyes again.

“Alex, what the-”

“Put your clothes back on and go with Liz,” he ordered without opening his eyes. There was a moment where nobody moved and he knew Michael was going to argue. “Now,” he added, his tone brooking no argument. Liz stayed where she was as Michael moved around the room and picked up his clothes. When he was dressed, Liz shooed him out of the room ahead of her.

“Alex, I am so sorry. We didn’t think he’d be up that early on a Saturday.”

Alex buried the palms of his hands into his eyes. “He used to pick up the opening shift at Sanders’,” he told her. “He’s used to getting up at dawn on Saturdays.”

“Oh.”

“Can you just get him out of here?”

Liz nodded and left without another word. Her voice carried down the hall from where she was talking to Michael but Alex couldn’t make out any of the words and a moment alter he heard the front door close. Only then did he let the tears fall.

---

Week two of Michael’s recurrent amnesia was no better than the first. The others did a good job of keeping him occupied and away from Alex but Alex still couldn’t bring himself to block Michael’s number and still had to deal with the constant interruptions. But not even their combined efforts could keep Michael away forever and on the third day of the second week, Alex came home from work to Michael sitting in his living room.

“Get out,” Alex greeted tiredly.

Michael’s face, hopeful just a moment ago, fell. “I don’t understand.”

“I know,” Alex replied honestly. Because he did, he understood that one day was not enough to understand everything that had changed for Michael. But he also understood that he couldn’t do this with him. “But I’m not doing this. I’m not explaining it and I’m not talking about it and I want you to go.”

“Why won’t you tell me? The others can’t tell me anything because they don’t know either.”

Alex sighed heavily. “What would be the point? You’re just going to forget again.”

Michael’s jaw clenched and he nodded jerkily. “Fine. You’re right. Why bother explaining anything to the guy with amnesia.” With that, he got to his feet and pushed past Alex on his way to the door. Part of Alex wanted to stop him, wanted to apologize, but he didn’t. It was harsh, but it was true. There was no point having it out with Michael only for him to forget it all over again. The only thing it would accomplish was hurting them both but only Alex would have to live with it.

---

On the second Saturday of Michael’s amnesia, Alex had dropped into bed so late Friday that he was fairly certain not even the shock of his dead father appearing before him could get him out of bed. And in his exhaustion, he forgot what had happened the previous week. This time he didn’t so much as stir when Michael slipped into bed beside him and pulled him into his arms. He only woke when he heard Max’s loud whispering from the doorway.

“Michael,” Max hissed. Michael groaned in greeting. “Come here.”

“Go away, Max,” Michael mumbled. “It’s Saturday.” He burrowed closer to Alex and wrapped his arm around Alex’s waist, his hand dipping low and that’s when Alex finally woke up. He grabbed Michael’s wrist and pulled it away from him before it got too close to certain parts of his anatomy. Michael whined and nuzzled into his hair. “Alex.”

Alex pushed his hand back over to his side of the bed and leaned over to grab Michael’s phone. Unlocking it, the password forever unchanged, he set a daily reminder for first thing in the morning telling Michael what had happened and that he and Alex had broken up and to stay away. That done, he dropped the phone on Michael’s chest and escaped to the bathroom before Michael could drag him back. He hid there for a few minutes before there was a knock on the door. “We’re heading out,” Max told him.

Alex didn’t bother replying.

---

The reminder worked for zero (0) days.

First thing Sunday morning, Michael came barreling into his room holding his phone in the air. “What the hell is this?” Liz came in hot on his heels.

“Michael!” She yelled. “What part of leave Alex alone told you to come running over here first thing in the morning?!” Alex groaned and put a pillow over his head, hoping to block out the two intruders.

“This is crap!” Michael shouted back. “It’s some sick joke.”

“Mikey,” Liz cajoled. “I will explain everything just please come with me. Let Alex sleep.”

“But-” Michael started to protest. Alex took the pillow off his head long enough to say, “go with Liz,” before immediately replacing it.

“Mikey,” Liz said again, softer this time. “Come on.”

They didn’t close the door behind them but Alex breathed a sigh of relief when the front door shut a few minutes later.

---

“I come in peace,” Michael greeted quietly when Alex opened the door a full week later. Alex dropped his head to the door frame and groaned but didn’t say anything. Michael watched him with a soft look for a long moment before continuing. “I have amnesia. I don’t remember the last three months. Every day I wake up and forget the previous day. You and I broke up two months ago. No one knows why.”

Alex arched an eyebrow in question when he stopped.

“I want to know why.” Alex didn’t have time to say anything before Michael held up a hand and continued. “I have a journal. It looks like I started keeping track of the days after the first week or so. I wrote down that I started it after I tried to talk to you about this before and you said it was pointless because I wouldn’t remember anyway.”

Alex straightened and looked at him in surprise. “No one’s mentioned a journal.”

Michael shrugged. “I don’t know if they know about it. No one’s mentioned it to me or suggesting I write something down so they probably don’t know. But I know. I don’t find it every day but I find it most days and when I do I write down what happened. So can we talk? I promise I’ll try to remember.”

Alex thought it over and then opened the door wider. He turned and walked into the living room, trusting Michael to follow him.

“So,” Michael started when they were settled on the couch. Alex had stopped to get a cup of tea even though he didn’t drink it just to have something to do with his hands. “What happened?”

Alex didn’t look at him, his attention fixed on the mug in his hands, his fingers toying with the string of the tea bag. “We grew distant.”

“In a month?” Michael interrupted. Alex glared at him and he held his hands up in apology. “Sorry. Continue.”

“We just kept getting busy with other things and didn’t see each other much and then we both had things come up with work and Maria and I fought and you and Max were going at it about something, I don’t even know what because you wouldn’t talk to me about it, and it all just boiled up. I was angry about work and Maria and you were pissed about something and you refused to talk to me about it. That lasted about a week. I’m not sure we really spoke that week. We definitely didn’t see each other other than a few minutes in the mornings. And then we made plans to go to the Pony and you wouldn’t stop drinking so I kept drinking because I wanted to stop being mad at you and then when we somehow got back here we just-” Alex stopped. “We fought.” He sighed heavily. “Things were said that can’t be unsaid and we broke up.”

The silence lingered between them for a long moment until Alex finally looked over at Michael. Michael was staring at the floor, his face twisted in concentration.

“Michael?”

Michael looked up at him and blinked a couple of times. “I don’t think you’ve ever said so much without actually saying anything before.”

Alex blinked. “What?”

“We got busy? We fought? So what? We do that all the time. It’s called life, remember?” Alex did remember. A few months into their relationship they had been drifting apart a little bit, both of them caught up in other things for a while and didn’t have time for each other, and it had scared them into going to couple’s therapy. They only went for a few sessions but the one thing that stuck with them was that they didn’t need to be together all the time. It was okay to have other interests and priorities so long as they kept making an effort to make time for each other. People got busy, the therapist had said, couple fought. It was normal. The couples that stayed together were the ones that made an effort to stay together. It was advice that had gotten them through a few rough patches over the year and a half they were together, but- “this was different,” Alex insisted.

“I call bullshit,” Michael protested. “One big fight and we just gave up? That’s crap. That’s not us.”

Alex looked at him steadily. “What’s the worst thing you’ve ever thought of me?”

“What?” Michael shook his head slightly. “Where is that coming fro-?”

“Sometimes I really am my father’s son,” Alex cut him off and Michael’s mouth snapped shut.

It was quiet a moment before Michael spoke. “And what did you say?” He didn’t try to deny that he’d said it.

Alex looked away. “If I was my father’s son, you would have been in Caulfield with your mother.”

Michael sat there a moment before getting up without a word. The front door closed softly in his wake.

---

Three days later he was back.

“Michael,” Alex greeted warily.

“Alex,” Michael greeted. His voice wasn’t cold but it wasn’t as warm as it used to be. It was enough to tell Alex that Michael had written down their conversation and had read it today. “Can we talk?”

“Why?” Alex exhaled. “What’s the point?”

“The point is I love you and you love me and I don’t care what we fought about, it won’t be the end of us. I won’t let it be.” He took a step closer. If Alex tried to close the door now it would bounce off of Michael’s shoes. “Alex,” he added quietly. “If you really think one fight is the end of us, say so now. I’ll write it in my journal and I won’t come back.”

Alex looked at him, really looked for the first time in weeks. Michael let him, saying nothing and gazing back with honest sincerity in his eyes.

Alex opened the door further. “Come on in.”

---

The next time Alex saw Michael, Michael hadn’t read his journal yet. It was only two days after their last conversation and Alex wasn’t prepared for it.

“Alex!” Michael’s voice rang clear across the busy street. The honest joy in it stopped Alex in his tracks and let Michael catch up. “Hey, stranger,” he greeted when he slipped an arm around Alex’s waist. Alex remembered himself in time to dodge Michael’s kiss.

“Hey,” Alex returned, stepping neatly out of his grasp. He glanced around for Michael’s current babysitter, the others still not letting him go anywhere alone just in case something exactly like this happened.

“What’s wrong?” Michael asked, reaching for him again. Again, Alex stepped away. A few stores down, Isobel appeared out of a shop, her head down as she double checked her bag.

“Isobel!” Alex called.

Isobel’s head snapped up and she looked at him with wide eyes. She was a little too far away for Alex to hear but her lips clearly formed the word shit. “Michael,” she called as she hurried over to them. “I thought you were waiting for me outside.”

“I am outside,” Michael replied, glancing between her and Alex. “What’s going on?”

Alex looked to Isobel. She gave him a halfhearted apologetic shrug. “He’s always mopey after we tell him, I just wanted a few hours before that today. I didn’t think it would be a problem.” She didn’t think they’d run into Alex, she didn’t say.

Alex rolled his eyes. “I trust you all know how to handle it by now,” he told her. “So I will let you handle it.” He cut a glance at Michael before turning away.

“Alex?” Michael called after him. Alex ignored him.

Hours later, as Alex was getting ready for bed, his front door burst open. Alex groaned in frustration but continued brushing his teeth as Michael called his name.

“I talked to Max,” Michael’s voice came from the doorway. Alex rinsed and spit and didn’t reply. “I know what we fought about. Before.”

Alex looked at him through the mirror. “Max doesn’t know what we fought about.”

“Not you and me,” Michael clarified. “Me and Max.”

Alex dried his hands and picked up his crutches. “Oh?” Michael moved out of the doorway when Alex approached and led him back into the living room. Alex cast a forlorn look at his bedroom and followed.

“After I saw you in town earlier and Isobel filled me in, I went looking for a record or something. I knew there was no way I would just let myself never remember.”

“So you found your journal.”

“Yeah. You said that one of the reasons I was angry before our fight was because of issues with Max that I wouldn’t tell you about.” Alex nodded. “So I talked to Max.”

“How’d that go?”

Michael shrugged. “He wanted to know if I remembered anything but other than that it didn’t seem to be a big deal.”

“So what was the fight about?”

Michael twisted to the side and retrieved a stack of folders Alex had somehow missed sitting on the coffee table. He dropped them in front of Alex. “Max went digging through your military record. He said he knew we were serious but he didn’t want to take the chance of me getting hurt again so he wanted to make sure I knew what I was getting into.”

Alex stared at the files. “He shouldn’t have those. It’s illegal to have those.”

Michael shrugged. “My guess is Jenna or Charlie helped him out.”

“Did you read them?”

Michael shook his head. “No. At least, not today. I don’t know if I read them before.”

“If this was what the fight about, if I was what the fight was about,” Alex said slowly, “why wouldn’t you tell me that?”

“I don’t know,” Michael shrugged. “But I can guess. And I’d say that I probably was pissed at Max for butting into my relationship and for violating your privacy like that and I probably didn’t say anything because I didn’t want you to know my brother had done that.”

Alex stared at him. “You were angry at him for violating my privacy but didn’t feel the need to tell me that he’d done it?”

Michael rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know. I’m guessing here. But it was the first thing that came to mind when he showed them to me tonight so I can only guess it’s what I thought last time.”

“You read it,” Alex declared.

“I told you I didn’t.”

Alex shook his head. “Not tonight. Before. During our fight you said something that didn’t make sense at the time because there was no way you could have known about it but if you had my file...”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t,” Alex shot back. “Don’t apologize for something you don’t remember doing. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Fine,” Michael huffed. Neither said anything for a while. “What did you and Maria fight about?” Michael finally asked.

Alex looked up at him. “What?”

“You said we were both pissed off. Me because I fought with Max,” he gestured at the file, “and you because you’d fought with Maria. Now we both know why I was pissed, what about you?”

Alex sat back against the couch with a grunt. “She said some things I didn’t like.” Michael waited for him to continue but Alex didn’t add anything. He rolled his eyes and motioned for Alex to carry on. Still, Alex hesitated. “She- she wanted to give me advice. About you.”

Michael blinked. “Why would Maria give you advice about me?”

“Because she’s the only other person you’ve ever dated?”

“So? Our relationships are totally different.”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “Oh? How so?”

“Do you really need me to spell it out for you?” Michael sounded incredulous.

“Humor me.”

“Maria and I were good together but we weren’t going anywhere. It wasn’t going to be a forever thing and we both knew if even if we didn’t admit it. You and me, we are the forever thing. This isn’t a fling, or a fun way to spend a few months together. This is it. We are it. Maria wouldn’t know the first thing about me in a relationship with you because the two don’t compare. She and I had our thing and it was good and fun and it ended when it needed to. You and I have our thing and it’s amazing and it’s not ending because it doesn’t need to. Not now, not ever.”

“Michael,” Alex exhaled. “It’s not that simple.”

“Yes it is,” Michael shot back immediately. “You said it yourself, this is it. No more fucking around, no more going back and forth. We are in it together and that’s how it’s going to stay. Whatever happens, we work through it. So let’s work through it.”

“You don’t remember,” Alex reminded him. “We said awful things to each other.”

“I don’t care,” Michael shrugged. “I don’t, Alex. I really don’t. So what if we did? So what if we meant them, even just a little bit of us? We’ve always been good at knowing where to hurt each other, that hasn’t changed, but that doesn’t mean we give up. Because no matter how many awful things we say, they’re just words.”

“Words matter.” It was a lesson they’d learned the hard way after too many years of too few conversations.

“They do,” Michael agreed. “But so do actions. And we have built a life together and it is good and I don’t want to give it up.”

“You did. You do.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You don’t fucking remember!” Alex shouted.

“I remember enough!” Michael shouted back. “Over a month and I never set foot in the Airstream. I bounced between Isobel and Max’s places and I lived out of a duffel bag and I never once attempted to move back into the Airstream. If I had given up, I wouldn’t have kept my shit in boxes in Izzy’s spare room. I don’t know why I agreed to move out but I know I didn’t think it was permanent. I know I kept everything boxed up and ready to move back in. A month, Alex. I lived out of a duffel bag for a month.” He shook his head. “I wasn’t done with this, with you, with us. I wasn’t and I’m not.”

Alex just stared at him, unable to come up with a reply. Michael stared back, his breath a little uneven. When Alex didn’t say anything, he stood up and moved closer until he was right in front of him. Alex had to crane his neck back to look him in the eyes but it was worth it. Michael hadn’t looked at him like that in months, not even on those days when he didn’t remember or know yet. “Michael...”

Michael slowly reached down and cupped Alex’s face. “I love you, Alex. And you love me. And it’s enough. Everything else is just...” he shook his head. “It’s not easy and it’s not perfect but it’s us. And that’s all I care about.”

“Fuck,” Alex cursed lowly. “I do. I do love you.”

Michael smiled. “I know.”

“I don’t know how to fix this though,” Alex continued. He pulled Michael down until he was sitting on the coffee table in front of Alex. “I remember the fight that broke us and as much as we talk about it and you write it in your journal, I don’t know how to move past it when you don’t remember it. I don’t-”

“We’ll figure it out. Kyle and Liz are doing their research thing to figure out what fried my brain. They’ll come up with an answer and we’ll go from there.”

Alex closed his eyes. “And if they don’t? If this is permanent?”

Michael was quiet for a moment. “Is that a deal breaker? Do I have to have my memory for us to be together?”

“Normally I would say no. We can always make new memories together but this wasn’t a small thing, Michael. I don’t know if I can be the only one in this who remembers it.”

Michael swallowed thickly and nodded. “Okay. Well. Let’s cross that bridge if we come to it.”

Alex wanted to protest. He knew it wasn’t that easy, but he also knew he was done fighting about it tonight. “I’ve missed you,” he admitted quietly.

“I’ve missed you too.” Michael moved from the coffee table to the couch next to Alex.

Alex rolled his eyes. “As far as you’re concerned we were together yesterday. Hell we were still together this morning.”

“I know. It’s weird. I still missed you though.” Alex closed his eyes and leaned against Michael’s shoulder and soaked in his warmth for a bit.

“You should go,” he finally said when his eyes were getting droopy. “You should go to Max or Isobel’s.”

Michael sighed but got up without complaint. “I’ll see you soon.”

Alex’s lips twisted in a wry grin. “If you say so.” Michael smiled back at him and kissed him softly on the forehead before leaving.

---

Every day for the next couple of weeks, Michael stopped by after dinner. Alex wasn’t sure where he was keeping his journal these days but he was pretty diligent about keeping it up to date and reading it. If Alex hadn’t known that he was still having the same memory issues he would have thought he was starting to form new memories.

It was still odd for Alex, to have conversations about Michael with Michael only without Michael knowing the context. He’d tried to explain the fight more fully but he would never be able to tell Michael what he’d been thinking or feeling during it or why he’d stormed out that night or why he hadn’t put up a fight when Alex suggested he move out. But still there were talking and it was more than they’d had in a while.

Maria’s words still echoed in his ears sometimes and his file sat on his desk like a beacon of Max’s interference but they were starting to deal with it. Michael still slept at Max or Isobel’s because Alex couldn’t stand to have that first conversation with him in the morning; the one time Michael had tried sleeping in the guest room, the morning after had been painful. It was one thing to see Michael after he’d read his journal and come to grips with everything, it was another thing entirely to see Michael as he was months ago. Before.

One night, Michael came over early enough for them to eat dinner and dragged Alex out to the Crashdown. They hadn’t been out together in months by that point and they garnered a few looks from people who had noticed their breakup but no one said anything to them, not even Liz or Rosa. Alex had forgotten how nice it was to just be out with Michael and he lost track of what was going on around them while they ate.

Maybe that was why he didn’t notice.

Maybe that was why it wasn’t until there was a gun pointed at Rosa’s head for him to realize there was a problem.

It was Liz’s voice, sharp and pained and anxious, that got Alex’s attention. He tore his gaze from Michael, a smile still on his lips, and turned to see his friends. A hush fell over the diner as others noticed the gun. Alex saw hands going for cell phones everywhere, a low whisper starting up as customers called 911, but Alex only had eyes on the gunman.

He was saying something to Rosa. Alex didn’t know what, his Spanish had always been awful, but he didn’t care. What he cared about was that the man’s finger was on the trigger and he looked prepared to shoot. Alex slowly rose from his seat. Michael grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him back down, his own hand reaching out to move the gun but Alex stilled him and shook him off. There was no way Michael could reveal his powers in front of everyone and there was no way Alex was sitting on his ass while someone threatened his friends.

Alex was thankful he’d brought his crutch with him today; the device fooled people into thinking he wasn’t a threat. Leaning heavily on it, he made his way to Rosa’s side.

“Fuck off,” the man said to him. His gun didn’t waver from Rosa’s head, though, and Alex ignored him.

“Rosa, you okay?” Alex asked quietly. Rosa shot him an incredulous look but didn’t say anything, her eyes flicking back to the gun quickly.

Behind the gunman, customers were starting to duck out the door. The man didn’t pay them any attention so more hurried out. They stayed quiet though so Alex ignored them. “I’m not sure what’s going on here,” Alex said, “but it doesn’t need to end badly. Just put the gun down and walk away.”

The man sneered at him. “Just walk away? That’s not how this works.” His attention was on Alex now and his aim wavered. On Rosa’s other side, Liz started to pull her away from the man. She made it two steps before his attention snapped back to her, the gun moving back to her face. While it was in motion, Alex moved. He hit the man with the full force of his body and drove them both to the floor.

The gun went off.

Rosa screamed.

Alex punched the man across the face with his crutch and watched his body go limp.

“Alex!” Michael yelled.

That was when Alex noticed the pain. It bloomed from a spot in the left side of his chest. He had barely felt it when hands gripped him tight and rolled him onto his back. “Shit,” Liz cursed. She pressed both hands on Alex’s chest and pushed until Alex cried out. “Rosa, get me something to stop the bleeding.”

Michael’s hands were on his face and then Alex was staring up into his eyes. “That didn’t go as I intended.”

“I fucking hope not!” Liz lifted a hand to grab something from Rosa and Michael’s hand replaced it immediately.

“What happened!” Jenna called in from the doorway.

“Alex got shot,” Liz called back. “The guy’s out cold.”

“Alright hold on, I can send in EMS.”

“Wait!” Liz and Rosa yelled in unison. “Get them back!” Liz added. Alex wondered why until he saw the strange glow emanating from his chest, or more specifically, emanating from Michael’s hand on his chest.

“Jesus Christ Guerin it’s the middle of the day!” Jenna huffed before leaving to get any and all possibly witnesses as far away as she could.

“Come on, Alex,” Michael urged. The glow got brighter and Alex felt his pain go away.

When it was nearly gone, Alex pushed Michael’s hand off. “Stop. You can’t collapse just yet and there has to be something to explain the gunshot and all the blood.”

“You got shot,” Michael panted, already exhausted.

“I’m okay,” Alex promised.

There was a sound at the doorway. “We got incoming,” Rosa warned. A moment later EMS and police swarmed into the diner and pulled Michael away from him.

---

It was the next day before the doctors (Kyle) and police let him go. Michael was already at his house when he got home.

Alex was about to reassure him that he was fine before he realized that Michael wouldn’t remember. “Michael-”

“You were wearing a blue sweater,” Michael cut him off.

Alex blinked. “What?”

“The night we had that fight. You were wearing a blue sweater. It looked amazing on you.”

“You remember-”

“Forrest bought it for you.” Michael pressed forward. He hadn’t gotten up from the couch, his body seemingly frozen in place. “That’s what set me off. I was pissed at Max and I felt guilty for not telling you why and it had been a shit week at work and I was drunk and you were wearing a sweater that Forrest gave you and it was the thing that tipped me over the edge.” He finally looked up at Alex. “I remember everything. And I’m sorry. I said a lot of things I shouldn’t have said and if I could take them back I would but I can’t so we’re going to move forward.”

“How?” Alex exhaled.

Michael nodded at him and pressed a hand over the left side of his chest, a mirror of where Alex’s wound had been. Alex didn’t need to tug his shirt out of the way to see the handprint there but he did it anyway. “Our minds are linked right now and it, I don’t know, jump started my memory or something. I don’t really care how, honestly, I just care that I remember.”

Alex walked over and eased into the chair opposite Michael. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I said things I shouldn’t have too and I wish I could take it back. Also I probably could have behaved better when you didn’t have your memory. I was a little-”

“Alex, no, I can’t imagine what it was like for you to have to deal with a me who didn’t remember and acted like nothing had happened. I don’t blame you for anything.”

“Still-”

“No,” Michael shook his head. “No more apologies. There’s only one thing I think we needed to apologize for and we’ve already done that. Now we can focus on moving forward.”

Alex looked at him carefully. “Why didn’t you go back to the Airstream?”

Michael let out a breath. “Because that would have been admitting it was over and I couldn’t do that. I was just...waiting I guess. Waiting for us both to cool down, to be able to talk about it. Admittedly, it was taking longer than I expected. The day of the accident I meant to go over to the Airstream to see if it was habitable but I didn’t quite make it there.”

“Probably for the best.”

“Yeah?”

Alex hummed. “Would’ve made packing it all up again a pain.”

Michael arched an eyebrow. “Just like that?”

Alex snorted. “No. But it’s not just like that, Michael, we’ve been talking for weeks. I’m not saying jump back in like nothing ever happened but I think we’re at the point where we can both acknowledge that we’re not done, we’re not over.”

“We’re never going to be done,” Michael agreed.

“Maybe you stay with Max or Isobel for a few more weeks,” Alex suggested. Michael didn’t look too pleased about that. “Or maybe you don’t.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I have a guest room,” Alex reminded him.

Michael turned to look over his shoulder at said guest room. “You do,” he agreed.

“I also have a really nice bed.”

Michael turned back to him, a smile stretching across his face. “You do.”

“And I really hate sleeping alone.”

Michael laughed softly. “You do.”

“We still have a lot to talk about and deal with,” Alex cautioned.

“We do,” Michael agreed. “But it’s been a very rough few months and you got shot and almost died in my arms yesterday so can we talk about it tomorrow?” He looked weary for a moment before he straightened his shoulders.

“Yeah,” Alex agreed. “Tomorrow sounds good.”

[hpimaginesandblurbs]

hey bestie! i just read all of your fanfics and im in love with your writing. no pressure, but I was wondering if you could do a dom!draco fanfic where he makes the reading cum just by dirty talk. i dont have much in mind for the plot, so it up to you how you what to do it! again, it's completely understandable if you can't. ILY <3

mixed with this request: draco with innocence kink

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

word count: 2.5k

warning(s): 18+, oral (male receiving), a lot of dirty talk, mentions of oral (female receiving), mentions of sex, mentions of fingering, voice kink, innocence kink

a/n: if you read something almost the same as this word for word in another fandom, it's mine lol. i had written for this same prompt in another fandom and basically just switched it to draco. kudos to you if you can find it.

“C’mere, darling. We’re going to try something new,” Draco explained, coaxing you over to the edge of the bed. You stood in between his legs, patiently waiting for him to explain further. “You know how I use my mouth on your cute little cunt?” He asked patiently. You immediately blushed and squirmed at the thought, but nodded dutifully. He smirked at you before continuing. “How about we try it the other way around? How does sucking my cock sound?”

Your breath hitched in your throat at the thought. You had never done that and Draco knew that well. And despite him giving you an obvious out if you weren’t ready, you couldn’t help but feel intrigued by it. You had heard other girls talking about doing the same to their boyfriends and logistically you knew what to do, but it was still a daunting idea. Despite your own fears, you felt yourself nodding in agreement.

“Kneel,” was all he said, a direct command you were all too good at following when they came from his mouth. “Fuck you look so good on your knees. I’ve wanted you there for too long, you have no idea,” he mused, slowly and gently brushing your hair out of your face.

You waited patiently as he moved to pull his trousers down, his cock quick to snap up from under its confines and practically smack against his stomach. You stayed still on your knees, but your entire focus was on his angry, red, leaking cock. You knew he would want you to wait, but it took all of your concentration not to pounce out of sheer curiosity.

You could feel yourself beginning to soak your own pants, watching him as his hand trailed up and down his cock a few times, using his thumb to run across his slit and trail his precum over his tip. Your mouth was watering and your clit was throbbing, your willpower about to snap as you watched him greedily.

“Do you want this darling? Because I know it’s what I want,” he asked teasingly, knowing your answer before he even asked it. He could see the hunger in your eyes, the way your eyes were unable to move from where his hand met his cock, tracking his every movement. Your body was struggling to stay in place, but you were still a little too far away to reach, an unintentional placement from Draco, but so worth it in order to watch you squirm. You quickly nodded, not even looking up at his face. He let out a chuckle, but gave in, having enough of his own self teasing before he gave a little “C’mere.”

You quickly shuffled forward on your knees and placed your hands against his thighs for balancing before taking the tip into his mouth and gently sucking on it, using your tongue to lap up all the precum.

“Fuck,” Draco gasped out, forcing his hips to stay down on the bed. He wanted you to try for yourself before he took over. “Just like that, baby. You’re so fucking good with that wet little mouth of yours,” he continued, combing a hand through your hair.

You hummed in response and continued to lick and suck your way down his shaft until his tip pushing was up against the back of your throat. The moans he was letting out above you sounded heavenly, the hand in your hair keeping you grounded, but the words he was saying, oh. The absolute filth that was rolling off of his tongue was causing a fire inside of your body, lighting it up from the crimson flush against your cheeks all the way down to your dripping core.

“You look so good between my legs, doll. Fuck, I think you just belong there sometimes. Belong on your knees for your me, being so fucking good for me,” Draco spilled out, unable to hold back any thoughts because his focus was solely on you. You hummed back a response, unwilling to take her mouth off of him for even a second.

“Oh, you like that, huh? You love being a good little slut for me, don’t you?” Draco asked, his tone and the hunger in his eyes practically feral when you risked a glance up at him. His entire presence was overwhelming and so, so good. But also entirely too much, so you couldn’t help but close your eyes again.

“Uh uh, eyes on me little one. I know it’s a lot but you’re doing so good for me. My perfect girl,” he said, a little gentler but the hunger was still loud and clear in his voice. He was going to ravish you with his words alone. You had no other option but to open your eyes again, taking a deep breath and making eye contact with him. You shivered just looking at him, using one hand to keep his cock steady in your mouth, but you didn’t break eye contact. “Fuck, look at you. You’re so fucked out already and you only have your mouth on me. I was just looking for you to suck me off but I got a perfect fucking princess between my legs now,” Draco told you, almost absently as he brushed your hair out of your face and tried to focus on his breathing.

At his words, you realized how far you had slipped down. Your head was floating and his words sounded further away than they had a few minutes ago. His hand on your head was helping, but you were slipping fast and getting far too content with kitten licks and gentle sucks. You knew that possibly couldn’t be enough for him.

You looked up at him, your eyes pleading with him to take over. Your body was wound up tight, tighter than normal and you just wanted to feel his dominance rush through you. He seemed to get the hint, because a grin formed on his face that almost looked malicious.

Gently, he pulled you off of his cock and held your chin in his hand. “What do you want, darling? Use your words like a good girl,” he commanded softly.

“I want - I want you to take over,” you said softly, your voice already wrecked from the small amount of work you had been putting in.

“You want me to fuck you face, pretty girl?” He asked, clarifying even though he already knew the answer. All you gave him back was a nod, your face growing impossibly redder before opening your mouth, offering yourself to him fully. He groaned at the action coming from his innocent girlfriend and gripped the base of his cock so he didn’t cum on sight, and finally stood up in front of you.

He fed you his cock slowly, making sure the both of you were more than comfortable, until he was finally pushing up against your throat. He held you there for a moment, waiting for the struggle. He was about to massively enjoy forcing you to submit.

It took a moment, but you began to pull away, your hands pressing on his thighs to push him back. But he held you there and waited for you to settle back down. “You’re doing so good. Settle down. Give in. You’re gonna be a messy little slut for me and that’s all you have to think about right now, okay?” Draco said, focusing intently on you although you could feel the way your throat was beginning to constrict around him.

You let out a whine, muffled by the thick cock in your mouth, and you looked up at him with a plea in your eyes and tears threatening to spill. He gave you one hard gaze and you immediately settled, your throat going lax around him and he finally pulled out. You sucked in a shaky breath, working through the urge to gag, but you were quick to offer up your mouth again.

“Oh, fuck. You’re gonna make me cum so fast. So perfect,” he said, pushing his cock back in and gently rocking it back and forth on your tongue. “Are you wet for me baby? I can see you clenching your things. Keep your hands on me and maybe I’ll be nice to you, darling. Want me to return the favour? Maybe I’ll lick you open real slow, have you squirm on my tongue for a while and take you apart like that. Maybe I’ll tie you up and you’ll get my fingers for a while. Edge you and destroy you. How’s that sound?” He asked roughly, the closer he got to his release the more he talked and talked.

You looked up at him and whined again, knowing he could see your thighs trembling beneath you, clenching together so tightly they were tense and rippling. The tears began to spill and your whole body was trembling. You weren’t exactly sure what was going on, but you were growing increasingly blissed out and almost, well, close to the edge yourself. But that was impossible to cum from nothing more than his cock in your mouth and his filthy words.

“Which one did you like more, darling? My tongue or my fingers? Or do you just want me to fuck you until you can’t move? ‘Cause you’re being so good for me you deserve a special treat. Whatever you want,” he told you earnestly, unable to hold himself back from giving you whatever you wanted, as per usual.

You nodded the best she could around his cock, unsure which of the options you were even agreeing to, but you weren’t sure it mattered anyways. You were so tense, your entire body shaking. Your only support were your hands on Draco’s strong thighs, one of his hands in your hair, and your knees firmly planted on the carpet below you. Otherwise, your entire body was a storm of tension and bliss. You could feel the coil in her stomach beginning to tighten firmly. All you could do was clench your thighs to help ease the shocks of arousal flooding to your core every time Draco spoke.

Draco’s thrusts were getting sloppy in your mouth, no clear rhythm to the way he was thrusting his hips. You fluttered your eyes up to his face and saw just how close he was. His brows were furrowed, his eyes were dark with lust, his lips parted in awe as he looked down at where your lips met the base of his cock.

Just looking at him sent a rush of arousal through you, forcing your legs to clench again.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum all down your throat. That what you want, darling? I’ll give you a little taste too. I know how much my slutty girl would love a taste,” Draco rambled, creeping closer and closer to his own release.

You let out a whine and tried to pull back, showing Draco just how much you wanted to taste him, but he pushed you back down so his cock was lodged back in your throat. Your throat pulsed around him, holding back a gag that wanted to creep out.

“Eyes on me,” Draco said, his voice raspy and low. You hadn’t even realized you shut your eyes again, too focused on keeping your body from shaking furiously. You opened your eyes and met the grey ones staring down at you and your body fell apart.

You shook maddeningly, your core pulsing around nothing as wave after wave of pleasure swept through you. Your body jolted on the floor, unable to control it anymore. Cries of release forced their way out of your throat and around his cock, but your eyes never shut. Your vision narrowed down to Draco, just him and this moment. He was so large above you, so dominant and demanding. He stopped his thrusting as you worked through your release, looking down at you in awe.

“Did you just- did you just cum?” He asked, his voice showing just how clearly surprised he was.

You turned red. No way did you just cum from sucking his cock and a few dirty words. Well, not a few. But that was exactly what had happened.

You slowly nodded around his cock, before sucking him back down before he had a chance to say anything else about it. You were experiencing the same level of shock he was. And were you a little embarrassed that you came just from that? A little bit.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen you do. Fuck. You drive me fucking insane,” he said with a groan and within two more swipes of your tongue, he was spilling in your mouth.

You refused to take your eyes off of him, still just as aroused as you were before, your own release giving no sense of relief. You continued to suck and lick until every last drop was in your mouth. You pulled off and swallowed everything down, not taking your eyes off of Draco which only resulted in a moan of appreciation from him.

It took him a minute, but once Draco’s breath was under control, he sat back down on the bed and hauled you up so you were straddling his lap.

“That was- did you know you could even do that?” Draco asked, still clearly shocked by the events that had played out.

You tucked her head into his neck but shook your head so he could feel it. “No, but I- I’m still- Draco,” you whined, grinding yourself down onto his thigh.

“You still want more, my greedy girl?” He asked with a small chuckle.

You whined your agreement, not even caring how annoying that may be, but you needed more. Your futile release left you with nothing but a frenzy that you couldn’t control.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get plenty more, darling. But before we do that, what set you off? I didn’t even know that was possible. You weren’t even touching yourself,” Draco asked, his tone a little bit more serious than before, but the teasing tone lingered. He knew you hated talking about this kind of stuff in the moment, when you were still vulnerable and your head was cloudy.

You blushed scarlet again, and you were so thankful your face was hidden. Even more thankful that he was allowing you to stay hidden.

“Um, the way you, um, talked to me,” you said, trying to sound non-committed but they both knew you were telling the truth.

Draco couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. “Guess my big mouth is good for something after all,” he teased.

You made a small noise of agreement but continued to grind yourself down on Draco’s thigh, no longer caring. You just wanted a proper release.

“I know, I know,” Draco said, his voice full of fake pity, still clearly smug from what had just happened. “Lay down for me, darling. You’re in for a long night.”

[stormgardenscurse]

hello 👁️ i saw your requests were open and wanted to ask if i can ask for a scenario for jade or floyd (your choice!) with a gn!reader who's seeing their eel form for the first time? thank u!! 🥰

Your eyes squeezed tight as the sunlight from the docks quickly dashed away into a darker world. You were lucky the wharf was peaceful where you crashed into the water; no ships or fishing boats to pose as hazards, nor polluted surroundings. You weren’t sure why Jade enjoyed coming here at first, but now that you were listening to the quiet shift of the current, you think you understood it a bit more.

It was calm. There were no demands, expectations, or chaos (not that Jade hated all of the aforementioned; a break was simply in good taste on occassion.)

Once you got past the sting of impact, the water cooled your senses and hugged your skin like a shawl. You opened your eyes to adjust just in time to catch the smile of a familiar merman with an emptied vial in his hand. Jade cupped your face and brought you closer for a kiss, transferring the potion - it’s unexpectedly cold, like the chill of mint. He lingers against your lips for a moment before you part and gives you a nod of confirmation.

“You should be able to breathe now.” Jade’s eyes glittered in amusement. “How is it?”

“A little odd.” You smiled in thanks, regaining your bearings enough to look around. “So this is what it looks like under the docks...” When you turned to address Jade once more, your words died out in your throat.

Oh, right. Your gaze drew itself over his teal form; complexion pale, yet not quite sickly, and a tail that extended him to twice his usual height.

Great Seven, he really was an eel. Beyond his performance in flying lessons, you’d nearly forgotten that Jade was from the Coral Sea.

“Yes, Y/N?” Jade prompted, though it was clear he knew what you were distracted by. He deliberately started to swim in a slow loop around you, enjoying the way your attention was locked onto his movements. Almost lazily, Jade cocked his head as he came to a stop next to you. His movements were predatory, but he viewed you as something curious rather than prey.

That brought you back to your senses - even on land, he’d have that glint in his eyes. You mirrored his inquisitive pose: “Jade.”

“Present.” He chimed back.

“You’re more relaxed underwater,” you observed. That causes him to raise his brow before flashing you a smile with teeth, proving your comment right.

“Well, I spent most of my life in the Coral Sea.” He said. “It’s only natural that I’m more confident like this.”

Confident. Hearing that makes you laugh, though your eyes widen as Jade swoops closer to carry you in his arms, bridal style. “What are you-?!”

“I don’t suppose you’re very quick underwater,” he calmly explained, adjusting his grip to be more comfortable. “Is this better?”

Feeling your heart start to race, you hoped Jade couldn’t sense your embarrassment as he started to swim further into the water. “Yes, it’s fine…” A few moments later, a coral reef comes into view. You shift to peer at the garden of colors; you’ve seen images of them before, yes, but the sight of them in-person felt more… “They’re beautiful.”

Jade hummed in agreement as he swam closer. Fish avoided you both at first, but started to drift closer after no sudden movements were made; they continued on with their little lives whilst you explored the reef. You allowed yourself to lean against the merman after a while, feeling your nerves melt away as intrigue took over. 

(Later, you’d realize in horror, you were pretty much cradled against his bare chest - and despite how the water might’ve made you lighter, didn’t Jade have to be incredibly strong to simply pick you up as he did?)

Your conversation floated into your surroundings, light as the rays of sun that sifted through the surface. You never thought about it now, but while it was much quieter underwater, the current had its own sort of calming melody once you were accustomed to it. Jade was also more forward than usual, but you didn’t think you minded that in the least. 

It was just another thing to grow used to - knowing you, you could handle that just fine.

Writing & Matchup Commissions Open!

[walshparker]

morrisxn02​:

✍︎ open starter

Beneath the light grey sky of the early Sunday morning, three dark figures emerge. They soar downward in circles until they disappear behind the mist that fluctuates above the river. The desolate campus beach was the perfect place for an encounter between a man and the witches that haunt him. Outside of his field of vision, the vultures morph into human form – three elderly women clad in dark, thick cloaks –and levitate just above the water eerily, vigilant of Edward’s every move, almost as if expecting a prompt to act. His attention divided between the Weird sisters, the sketchbook on his lap, and his iPad, lying unlocked in the sand. “Tell me, thou unknown power-” He recites from memory in a whisper. Still, the words are heavy with the unique energy that only someone who has once portrayed the cursed king himself can conjure. And then he recites the new, updated version which he intends to have in the final script of the game, “Show me the source of your power–” It lacks authenticity, energy… Spirit. “No, that's– That’s not it. Um,” His tone returns to his regular standard American now, a bit of frustration as he concludes that the scene is not playing out to its fullest potential. He reaches for the notebook and starts sketching the immense demonic figure that now lures over him in an attempt to unclog his brain as if seeing the whole scene play out without dialogue would help him find a voice for his protagonist. “This just feels so… bland.” Talking to himself helps sometimes. Almost as if an invisible interlocutor follows him around to pose questions and to find holes in his logic. “Maybe if the–” His heart skips a beat as he notices a real, human shadow stretching over him. Not a malignant creature invoked by his childlike imagination, but an actual person. “Holy shit.” A hand reaches for his chest instinctively as though he was about to have a heart attack. He turns to face his unexpected companion, already preparing an apology for the awkwardness of their encounter, “Sorry you caught me talking to myself. I just wanted to hear this dialogue out loud to see if makes sense.” And then he chuckles charmingly as if running into someone reciting Macbeth and sketching 20 feet tall demons on a Sunday morning at the beach was the most common thing to ever occur. 

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parker had approached with great care, footsteps padded by the grass that surrounded much of the river. perhaps she should’ve made her presence known—cleared her throat, made a particularly loud step, hummed a tune—to give eddie the time to gather himself, make himself whatever version of presentable he saw fit. it was something her mother would advise, under the guise of respect for others. then again, parker took far less interest in the presentable versions of people than the versions of themselves that blossomed in private.

maybe that made her a bit of a snoop, head unconsciously tilting forward as the morrison boy’s familiar voice floated into the air. whatever, no one was perfect.

—was that macbeth?

the intrigue grew as parker neared, now only a few feet away. she made an attempt to peer around eddie’s back at whatever he was holding, but was unsuccessful—and, in doing so, had given herself away. the response, the shock, was almost laughable, the ogden pullover- and sweatpants-donning redhead quite possibly the antithesis of frightening.

“no, don’t apologize, that makes no sense,” she insisted, coming to step around him, “i’m sorry.” her chin tilted downward, eyes flickering toward the sketchbook in his lap. “would it help if i also recited something? uh,” she took a few steps backwards, posture straightening in that transformative way that screamed theatre kid.

“tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time.” arms outstretched, parker’s brows creased as though a new thought had just entered her head and she took a decided step to the left. “and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. out, out, brief candle! life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage—and then is heard no more.” she turned swiftly back toward eddie, tone having dipped into something a bit more foreboding. not that the rollercoaster was coming to an end, both arms then flying upward as parker took another charged step in the opposite direction. “ it is a tale told by an idiot,“ a pointed finger now whipped toward the young man, a jesting grin tugging at her lips, “full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”

parker held the moment a couple seconds longer before swooping into a big bow. “thank you, thank you. please, don’t wear yourself out with applause.”

[heartensoul]

[Ficlet] I Need Help, [KakaSaku, T]

Summary: Kakashi enlists Sakura's help in solving a mystery.

Prompts: I need help + those NSFW figurines of Kakashi that have been floating around Twitter.

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There was something strange going on in the village, and Kakashi deduced it had to do with him. The office had been blissfully quiet all morning, the usual traffic from his staff nowhere to be found. At first it had been a welcome relief; however, by the time he went out for some lunch, it became an annoyance. He had never seen so many people scurry away from him, and those that didn’t outright flee avoided his gaze. A few women turned an interesting shade of red that left him perplexed and checking to see if he had an unfortunate rip in his clothes.

The answer to what was up was alluding him. That is, until the afternoon rolled around.

He was back in his office, ability to work diminished even more than usual with this mystery at hand, when the distinctive shout of one of his former students rang out from outside of his office. Intrigued, he abandoned the piles of work surrounding him and peered out into the corridor where he could get a better sense for what was happening.

“You are all supposed to be professionals,” Sakura was yelling at someone, and the pitch of her voice spoke of a woman on the edge of violence.

Kakashi didn’t want to be short-staffed the rest of the week, so he took the chance to go and intervene. Hopefully whatever had Sakura angry didn’t have to do with him.

He strolled down the hallway and toward the row of offices and cubicles where the rest of the Tower staff did their work, and he could see Sakura’s back toward him, her hands on her hips as she stood berating a small group of his staff.

“It’s a personal matter. You should be ashamed of yourselves!” She carried on, oblivious to his arrival. The rest of the group had the benefit of seeing his approach, and their eyes shifted from her to him. They seemed to believe his arrival would save them, because they hurried away from Sakura’s wrath and back to their own spaces.

Kakashi cleared his throat.

“If one more person asks me about—“ Sakura began to threaten, her finger poised to point at her next victim. However, when she saw him standing there, her hand dropped and a blush bloomed across her face.

Kakashi tilted his head; that was a new response. “Asks you about what, Sakura-chan?”

The blush along her cheeks rose to the roots of her hair and her mouth opened, then closed, then opened again.

“Um, I need to—“ Her gaze shifted away from him and around the room, and Kakashi frowned, quite tired of that response from everyone. He was determined to get to the bottom of whatever this was, and Sakura was going to be the one to help him.

“I’m glad you’re here, Sakura. I need your help with an important matter.” He smiled innocently at her. “Please come into my office.”

And then he turned around and began to walk back toward the Hokage office, sure that Sakura wouldn’t disobey and would be right behind him. And sure enough, when he turned around and leaned against the edge of his desk, she had closed the door and was waiting patiently for him to begin.

Except she was also fidgeting in discomfort and looking at the floor, allowing strands of her hair to cover her reddening face.

“What’s going on?” He asked, crossing his arms across his chest. “Today everyone I encounter either avoids me completely or does their best impression of a tomato. Including you.”

“Kakashi-sensei,” Sakura squeaked, “I think you may want to ask—“

“I’m asking you,” he interrupted. “Please, Sakura. We’re—“ he paused; “friends” didn’t encompass their bond, especially after the war, and teammates didn’t fit anymore either. “I trust you to tell me if something’s wrong,” he settled on.

He must have said the right thing, because Sakura sighed in resignation. He waited while she stood in silence a bit longer, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and still looking about the room.

“There’s a website that puts out figurines of popular and famous shinobi. They posted some pictures of your figurine last night,” she finally told him.

He tried his best to school his expression: was that what all this fuss was about?

“Did it turn out badly?” He asked, already moving around to the other side of his desk to open his computer. He didn’t like when the merchandise made with his likeness, but he understood it came with the job. He had found a few figurines of his pack in the past, but this was the first time he heard of a figure of him.

“Not exactly,” he heard Sakura murmur, but his focus was on his screen by then. He did a search of his name and figurine, and it came up immediately. He sat back in his chair in disbelief.

Well.

He cleared his throat, managing to take his eyes off of the picture of his likeness, very naked, chained, and kneeling in front of—was that a dog bowl?—with dogs flanking him on either side.

“I see,” he managed, his concern shifting to Sakura. He wondered how embarrassed she was about the whole thing. “You’ve been asked about this because we were teammates?”

“Because I’m your medic,” she corrected, and she finally lifted her face and peeked up at him. The redness in her face was beginning to subside, though the cute dusting along her cheeks remained. He wondered if he had matching coloring along the top of his mask.

“Well, you can tell everyone this is inaccurate,” he assured her. Concern seemed to bloom across her face and she almost looked as though she was going to protest. He smiled, hoping to ease some of the awkwardness. “I don’t have that breed of dog in my pack.”

Her surprised laughter rang throughout the room and settled in his chest, and then they shared a smile. It seemed no damage had been done.

But suddenly, a thought came to his mind.

“Did someone show this to you, or did you look it up yourself?” He asked, leaning forward in his chair to scrutinize her overly-innocent expression.

“I really need to go,” she hedged, and spun around to face the door. “I have a surgery. Bye, Kakashi-sensei!”

And with a wave and a quick exit, Sakura was gone.

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Bonus:

A few days later, Kakashi received a note with Sakura's flowing handwriting:

"My records show you're overdue for your physical. - 🌸"

Kakashi grinned, then tucked the note in his vest pocket.