#swallowed an entire octopus up in there

[pearlcatcher-problems]

Irelia gets some love because I just wanted a creative bean to tinker with and whoops stumbled into friends lair per usual

ridgebacks are ??? frunky ???????

[pin-k-ink]

LONGING ⋆✦⋆ akaashi keiji

synopsis ➸ years of keeping his crush under wraps, and one high school reunion is all it takes for his secret to come out

tags ➸ friends to lovers, mutual pining, teeny tiny bit of angst if you squint hard enough, dry humping, a fuckton of sexual tension, making out, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, dirty talking, slight asphyxiation

wc ➸ 6.3k

The buzz of your doorbell jolted you from fussing with your hair in front of the mirror. You glanced at the clock and felt a grin tug at your lips - of course Keiji would be precisely on time.

Giving yourself one last satisfied once-over, you hurried to let your best friend in before he could start overthinking that you'd somehow gotten cold feet about attending Fukurodani's reunion together.

As expected, Keiji stood in the hallway looking every bit the suave professional he'd become since graduating - tailored slacks, crisp button-down, and sleek glasses framing those intense eyes that had always captured your attention so thoroughly.

"There you are," he greeted, the barest hint of relief flickering across his handsome features as you gestured him inside quickly. "I was beginning to think you got so caught up with getting gorgeous for the reunion that you'd forgotten all about me entirely."

You snorted as he brushed past you into the apartment, purposefully bumping his shoulder in playful reprimand. "As if I could ever forget my favorite human reminder to be on time for once in my life, Keiji."

He arched one dark brow over the rims of his glasses in that undeniably attractive way you'd always envied. "I seem to recall having to put that skill to use on hundreds of occasions during my years as your saintly upperclassman, [Y/N]."

"Yeah, yeah - keep reminding me why I put up with your nagging all these years," you shot back with a wink, hoping to distract from the way your pulse had already kicked up at his proximity.

Though the casual back-and-forth came easily, you couldn't quite tamp down the rising flutters erupting in your belly lately whenever you found yourself in Keiji's immediate orbit. An ember of long-simmering attraction had steadily been stoked higher over the last few months until immolating pretty much every rational thought and good intention you had whenever he was near.

Not that you'd ever dream of jeopardizing the profound friendship you'd somehow managed to maintain with Akaashi over the years since high school. No, you were an expert at strangling those sorts of misplaced feelings down into submission by now - filing them neatly into the box labeled "pining hopelessly for your gorgeous and completely oblivious best friend."

"Hey, I thought you mentioned needing some help with getting all dolled up properly for tonight's reminiscing," Keiji prompted in a tone you knew all too well. "I'd hate to keep the old coach waiting on my account after you put in such...diligent effort."

You swallowed hard at the sudden weight in his molten regard, feeling heat bloom across your cheeks before you could look away. When Akaashi was in one of his rare teasing moods, those beautiful eyes would blaze with wicked intent that never failed to rob you of rationality entirely.

"R-Right, um...yeah." Unable to meet his heavy-lidded stare for too long, you whirled towards your open bedroom door to grant Keiji an unobstructed view of your entire form. "Thought you could help me get into this stupid dress for real this time? I swear the zipper was made for octopus tentacles or something..."

Without waiting for his confirmation, you padded towards the center of the room before reaching up to loosen the soft terrycloth robe you'd been lounging in while primping. With your back deliberately angled towards Akaashi, you allowed the plush fabric to slither off one bare shoulder teasingly before pooling in a puddle around your bare feet.

Knowing Keiji's gaze was suddenly riveted to your ass - all plump flesh and defined feminine curves left clad in lace - made the muscles of your abdomen tighten further with nervous anticipation. For one endless, delirious beat, you made no move to cover up or retrieve your slinky evening dress from where it lay draped invitingly over the foot of your bed.

Only when you heard the slightest, nearly inaudible intake of breath from behind did you finally turn to face Akaashi with deliberately unhurried movements. His jaw had gone slack slightly, those stunning mercury eyes blown wide at the vision of your unclothed figure before him.

"So...zipper?" you managed to husk out, tilting your chin up in silent challenge.

Keiji's throat bobbed sharply, a muscle in his forearm flexing beneath the crisp fabric of his shirt as he drank you in with naked hunger now radiating off him in waves. Rather than answer you directly, he simply closed the distance between your bodies in a few prowling strides - all leonine grace and banked masculine intensity in that familiar way that punched the air from your lungs.

When Akaashi reached for the sleek material of your dress at last, it was with a tenderness that bordered on reverence entirely at odds with his penetrating stare. He smoothed his palms over the sumptuous fabric with whisper-light caresses before grasping the hem and lifting it over your hips in one slow, luxurious glide until you were engulfed entirely.

As the plunging neckline settled into place, cradling your breasts in an alluring swell of cleavage, you watched a muscle leap in Keiji's tensed jaw. His heavy-lidded regard scorched every newly revealed inch of skin with naked adoration - pupils blown so wide, they swallowed up almost all the silvery irises.

You bit back a whimpering keen as his elegant fingers drifted up your sides, callused whorls skating over hypersensitive nerves until goosebumps erupted in their wake. Then those big, warm palms found the dip of your waist, thumbs kneading into the supple curves of your hips with audible greed.

Only when Akaashi reached the small zipper nestled right above the curve of your backside did he finally break the smoldering silence in a rough, desire-thickened baritone:

"Breathe out for me, beautiful..."

The endearment hit your senses like a battering ram of pure sin - turning your knees to liquid and making your belly swoop with sheer, visceral need. But you obeyed Keiji's gruff command without hesitation, releasing your captured breath in a shuddering exhale.

As your curves softened and yielded, he seized the zipper's pull in those deft fingers and dragged with agonizing leisure. The rasping glide only heightened the delicious friction of fabric sliding snugly into every lush hollow and dip from the base of your spine all the way up to your nape's fragile notch.

Once the zipper teeth finally merged into completion beneath Akaashi's shuddering exhale of masculine approval, his palms clamped down over your shoulder blades in another possessive span. He used that commanding hold to tug you back against the rigid planes of his sculpted chest - every inch of your yielding softness compressed against his relentless, grounding bulk.

"Always so diligent about being on time, aren't you?" Keiji growled out against your nape in that rough rasp that made you shake. "But I still seem to recall the trouble you had following instructions properly..."

His callused fingertips blazed a searing path upwards, sweeping away the tousled tresses at the base of your skull to reveal the vulnerable nape fully. Then hot velvet glided over the sensitized flesh there - Keiji's sinful mouth alternating delicious suction with addictive nips until you arched back against him with a strangled whimper.

"So tonight, I think I'll enjoy being extra thorough about ensuring my good girl receives some...firmer correction in that area, hmm?" he husked out in a voice gone smoky and decadent with promised rapture.

The next glide of his velvet tongue over your thundering pulse punched the air from your lungs entirely. You could only whimper and shudder back against Akaashi's broad chest helplessly as he growled in approval - teeth raking over your sensitized flesh in stinging reprimand before soothing with reverent swipes of his scorching mouth once more.

"K-Keiji..." you stammered out breathlessly, nails raking over his forearms in silent pleading. "We're going to be...ohhhh..."

Whatever feeble protest you'd tried to voice fractured into a broken moan as Akaashi hauled you flush against his body again, hips rolling forward to grind his semi-erect cock between the yielding curves of your ass. Rational thought scattered like ashes as he caged you in the furnace of his embrace completely - all searing heat and covetous possession.

For several heartbeats that seemed to stretch into delirious eternity, you simply surrendered yourself over to the frantic glide of his palms mapping every lush hollow and flare of your quivering figure. Each rasping inhale against the sensitive whorls of your ear brought you crashing higher towards blissful oblivion as Keiji claimed every quaking inch without mercy.

Then, just as abruptly as his onslaught had begun, Akaashi withdrew enough to allow you both to draw trembling gulps of oxygen into your scorched lungs anew. The absence of his grounding bulk against your back made you keen in silent protest, swaying unsteadily despite the steadying bands of his forearms anchored across your lower abdomen in a possessive span.

"Steady, beautiful..." he rumbled out in that velvet purr gone molten and rough around the edges like caskstrength whiskey. "Can't go having my pretty girl feeling too wrecked before we even make it to celebrating with the others properly now, can we?"

You whimpered at his dark chuckle vibrating through your hypersensitized nerves anew like rapturous scripture. Keiji tilted your chin back with purposeful tenderness until your glazed eyes could drink in the undisguised adoration blazing in his quicksilver regard at last.

"Don't worry...we'll have all the time we need for me to give you the proper attention you deserve later tonight," he vowed fervently against your parted lips, that same banked promise to stoke your deepest longings to smoldering resonance. "But for now...I intend to ensure we're both right on time for once."

With a final lingering sip of your gasping exhales, Akaashi tore himself away before your needy whimpers could undo him completely. You already missed his solid tether against your trembling frame as he stalked towards the bedroom door purposefully.

Unable to offer more than a breathless nod, you trailed after his powerful figure, senses still swimming in delicious vertigo. At the threshold, Keiji paused to rake one last smoldering look over your mussed, heaving form that robbed you of breath anew for entirely different reasons now.

Then he curved one palm over the exposed column of your throat, exerting the faintest but utterly thrilling pressure against your thundering pulse point briefly.

"Behave yourself out there, sweet girl." The silken purr rumbled straight through your most secret depths with merciless possession. "Or I can't make any promises about the consequences."

With that husked benediction and one final wicked smirk, Akaashi swept from the room entirely - leaving you swaying and utterly transfixed in the wake of his gravitational pull even now. You spent several eternal seconds drinking in the heady remnants of his cologne and virile presence before finally gathering your scattered wits enough to follow dutifully.

As you fell into step beside him on the short trek towards the gymnasium where the reunion was being held, Keiji maintained his usual casual elegance and unhurried cadence. While you steadily felt the blushing inferno of desire simmering higher between your tangled forms with each measured stride shared - awakened and beckoned towards the rapturous dawn now finally glimmering on the horizon for you both.

By the time Akaashi ushered you inside to the familiar, sweeping arena where so many unforgettable memories had first been made, you could feel the weight of his searing stare prickling over your nerve endings in delicious warning. The charged promise of new indulgences and corrections soon to replace whatever faded imprints of nostalgia this night initially promised now seared into the very fiber of your quivering senses instead.

Before you could even begin acclimating to the buzzing energy of friends and long-unseen faces surrounding you both, a familiar loud voice bellowed your name across the noisy room. Your stomach dropped as a blur of spiky silver hair and solid muscle came barreling directly for your rigid position.

Then, without warning, Bokuto seized you up in his arms in a crushingly tight embrace that lifted you clean off the floor - spinning you both around recklessly before planting a sloppy, exuberant kiss to your cheek.

"Kou, get off her already!" someone scolded through peals of raucous laughter you recognized instantly.

Not even Bokuto's overzealous affection could fully distract you from the heated promise radiating off Keiji's elegant frame, however. Over the cacophony of greetings and riotous jeers, you met his hooded, burning gaze across the crowd of old teammates already swarming to pull the rowdy ace off you once more.

Akaashi remained utterly motionless, poised like some indolent yet ravenous panther drinking in the maddening scene of his most coveted prize being so thoroughly disheveled and discomposed by another's hands. Those striking mercurial eyes drifted over your mussed form hungrily - silently assuring you that no audience or mitigating circumstances would prevent him from prying you back beneath his sole dominion and possession once granted any sliver of opportunity again soon...

The rest of the night devolved into a joyous blur of warm reunions and fond recollections after that. You allowed yourself to be swept up in the infectious energy, bouncing effortlessly between your other senpais and former fellow managers while basking in Akaashi's patient presence always lingering nearby.

At some point, the reminiscing led to a boisterous drinking game where various members of the old team were challenged to see who could recall the most embarrassingly scandalous stories from your shared glory days as Fukurodani's underrated secret weapons behind the scenes.

As more and more playful jabs and teasing anecdotes surfaced, you found yourself flush with nostalgic glee - trading wide grins with Keiji over the festivities despite everything left so deliriously unresolved still simmering between you both.

Until, at the apex of one particularly rowdy set of jeers led by Konoha and Komi, someone blurted out the hushed truth that had been skirted around all night so far in perfect blithe innocence:

"Oh come on, as if any of us could forget how hopelessly gone Akaashi was over our precious little manager back in the day!"

An brief hush descended over the raucous scene punctuated by several muffled giggles and sidelong looks directed straight at your dumbfounded expression. Keiji, seated ramrod straight beside you, stiffened almost imperceptibly - spine going rigid as his jaw tensed around whatever measured response no doubt brimming behind those inscrutable features.

Konoha, seemingly oblivious to the charged tension suddenly permeating those nearest you both, doubled over into another peal of riotous laughter as your eyes went wide.

"Yeah right, like anyone missed the real story behind all that vicious guy-liner and constant hovering Akaashi was slinging towards you each game all year!" He cackled hoarsely, wiping at the tears streaming down his cheeks. "My man here was crazy about our girl from day one, we all saw it..."

The former wing spiker reached over and flicked Keiji's shoulder bracingly, still cackling away as if utterly unaware of the bone-deep unraveling now gripping your senses tighter with every oblivious word flung out. As the others around you both rapidly followed suit - jeering and hurling more confirming anecdotes from their firsthand witness perspective into the echoing silence, you felt your lungs steadily constricting in rising panic.

All this time...through the countless memories replaying in high definition and nostalgia alike...Akaashi had carried the weight of this revelation with him the entire time? Your thundering thoughts scattered in a million dizzying directions as you turned to finally meet his profile in frantic hope of...what, exactly?

But before your questioning gaze could connect with his own, Keiji inhaled one low, shuddering breath. Then he rose from his seat with the same leonine grace you'd always admired and revered beyond measure so many years perviously. The curt clearing of his throat cut through the ruckus as efficiently as any blade while also signalling you to remain seated this time instinctively.

As all gazes swiveled towards his towering silhouette abruptly, Akaashi simply smoothed out the crisp lines of his shirt and pants with careful, unhurried motions. Then he directed that weighted, unreadable stare down at your widened expression - full lips quirking faintly upwards in something resembling rueful wryness you'd so rarely witnessed adorning his features before tonight.

"I trust this concludes the roasting portion of our scheduled nostalgia then, wouldn't you all agree?" He intoned in that rich, unhurried baritone that never failed to make your pulse thunder.

Despite the weight behind his words, Keiji simply arched one brow and waved a dismissive hand as the sheepish laughter died down around you.

"Seriously though, we're long overdue to be heading out," he told the group easily. "I've got an early call time at the office tomorrow and all."

You blinked, shooting him a confused look that Akaashi pointedly ignored in favor of rising smoothly to his feet. Only when he turned his piercing stare your way did you hurry to follow suit instinctively.

"Grab your things, beautiful. No need to stick around and get the full nostalgia roast treatment on my account," he murmured, dipping his chin in a subtle beckoning gesture no one else would've noticed.

Heat lanced straight through your core at his husked endearment and suggestive tone - worlds apart from the casual nonchalance he presented mere moments ago. You swallowed hard against the renewed longing already coiling low in your belly, bobbing your head as you scrambled to gather your purse with hands that definitely didn't tremble whatsoever.

The sly, knowing look Akaashi shot you as you drew flush against his side made it abundantly clear he enjoyed flustering you like this far too much to behave himself properly. As chuckles and farewells echoed around you, Keiji steered you along with one large palm curving over the small of your back possessively.

"Good seeing you boys again," he tossed over his shoulder, somehow managing to sound nonchalant as ever. "We'll have to do this without the nostalgia next time, hm?"

You ducked your head to hide the fierce blush you could already feel heating your cheeks, practically stumbling along under Akaashi's casual guidance. A few rowdy hollers from the rapidly vanishing group drifted after you, laced with teasing insinuation you didn't even try puzzling out under his molten stare.

The trek towards your humble apartment passed in thick silence, every inhale filling your lungs with the rich, spicy scent of Keiji's cologne. Each brush of his unhurried footfalls against yours made the heated tension simmering between your forms amplify tenfold - bristling awareness dancing along your sensitized nerves in delirious promise.

You were so absorbed in monitoring the steadily mounting tension radiating off Akaashi, you startled slightly when you arrived at your front door without realizing it. Brows furrowing, you turned to bid him the usual polite thanks, only for the words to shrivel entirely under the sheer intensity of his pewter stare at such proximity.

Rather than offer any cursory dismissal, Keiji leveled you with a look of naked yearning that felt like having all the air sucked from your lungs in the most dizzying way. He took a measured step closer, boxing you in against the cool wood with the solid brand of his chest - stoking the mounting inferno already pulsing behind your bellybutton higher.

"You gonna invite me inside tonight, pretty?" Akaashi husked out in a voice gone low and rough with undisguised masculine intent. "Or will I finally get to experience what it's like having you turn me away after all these years?"

The blatant, ravenous implication drenching each rumbling syllable made your knees go weak. You remembered Keiji's own admission about harboring long-simmering feelings you'd somehow managed to overlook - the thought that you might have inadvertently rejected his quiet hopes so many times before tonight.

"Keiji, I...I didn't realize..." you stammered out through the rapidly spiraling haze of arousal clouding your thoughts. "That you felt that way back then too..."

Rather than respond, Keiji smoothed his palm along your jaw and tipped your chin up in silent demand. Heat poured into your cheeks anew at his scorching regard sweeping down the vulnerable column of your throat purposefully.

"No need for apologies," he murmured in a thread of gravelly velvet that made you shudder. "You're making up for any lingering regrets of mine in spades tonight, aren't you, pretty girl?"

You whimpered helplessly at the dark promise laced through his rasping benediction, every nerve ending hyper-focused on the molten glide of his touch meandering lower to palm your breast through the thin fabric covering you. Keiji hummed his deep approval as your nipple pebbled responsively beneath his calloused fingertips, hips rocking forward in a slow grind.

"In fact," he rumbled out, pressing you harder against the door as arousal thundered through your joined forms alike. "I can't wait to finally get my hands on unwrapping you properly...the way I should've been the only one to experience back when you were all dolled up in high school too."

Your breath hitched sharply at those rough-edged words, swaying closer into Akaashi's scorching orbit instinctively despite the steel barrier at your back. Any last lingering inhibitions dissolved completely as his full lips ghosted over the thundering pulse at your throat in exquisite prelude.

"So what's it gonna be?" Keiji growled out in a low rasp gone absolutely molten with naked promise. "You gonna let me prove how goddamn crazy I've always been for you, sweetheart? Or am I just gonna have to keep holding myself back from doing all the filthy things I've spent years fantasizing about now?"

Unable to do anything more than shake your head in a jerky negative, you tilted your neck in blatant offering instead. Akaashi snarled his deep approval, crashing his mouth over yours in a searing, demanding glide that robbed what little breath remained in your lungs.

Before you could wind your arms around him properly, Keiji angled you away from the door just far enough to delve his clever fingers beneath the hem of your skirt - palming the lush curves of your ass in a possessive brand as he hoisted your pliant form up against his powerful chest.

"I'm gonna take such good care of you, pretty," he growled in reassurance as you wound your trembling limbs around his sturdy frame instinctively. "Make up for any lingering regret or uncertainty on your part, hm? You're not going to doubt the way I feel about you ever again once I'm through with you...promise."

With one last searing kiss punctuated by his molten growl of possession, Akaashi twisted the front door's handle and strode inside with you anchored in his arms fully. You swallowed hard at the blazing promise etched across his ruggedly handsome features in the low lamp light, heart galloping wildly as something profound threatened to catch fire beneath your thundering ribs.

But the words you wanted to say so desperately to Keiji couldn't break free as he wasted no time in marching you straight towards your bedroom without a single fumble or misstep. As if he'd already scoped out the layout and memorized every detail in advance.

As if he'd already been planning this exact scenario for ages and knew exactly what to expect in his most fevered dreams and wildest fantasies alike.

The knowledge made you shiver as Akaashi set you down atop the rumpled bedsheets you'd barely bothered to straighten earlier, peeling the tight confines of his button-down away with deft movements that sent your pulse skittering faster. You reached for him eagerly, only for Keiji to pin your wrists down against the sheets with a soft chuckle.

"Easy, sweetheart," he chided in a velvet rasp that made you whine softly. "I've been waiting a very long time to finally get my hands on you, remember? There's no rush here..."

He smirked knowingly at the protesting noise that fell from your parted lips, trailing his palms up your flanks languidly to trace the dip of your cleavage. When Keiji tugged the thin straps of your dress aside to bare the flushed mounds of your breasts in a single smooth motion, he hummed his appreciation at the sight.

"I want to enjoy every second of you spread out for me so prettily," Akaashi admitted on a low, rumbling murmur before he grabbed the fat of your hips and flipped you over with deceptive ease. "Let's get rid of all this, shall we? It’s only fair since I was the one who helped you put it on."

Before you could process the shift, Keiji's warm touch slid along the curve of your spine - gathering up the zipper at your lower back and dragging it down excruciatingly slowly. You bit back a moan as the dress pooled around your waist in a shimmering cascade, leaving you bared to his burning gaze once more.

Only this time, the sensation of being utterly at Akaashi's mercy was infinitely more overwhelming than before. You were still reeling from the sudden shift in your reality, trying to grapple with the knowledge that your oldest friend had been harboring these feelings towards you for just as long as you'd done the same towards him.

And yet, you were also keenly aware that the only thing stopping Keiji from devouring you whole and claiming you fully was the last vestiges of his ironclad control. That he was currently restraining himself despite his obvious yearning, waiting for you to voice some sign of hesitation or resistance that would shatter the fragile thread of restraint keeping him from snapping completely.

It made you shiver to think about the untold possibilities awaiting you if you were bold enough to push him past the brink. How far he would go to make you his, to prove his devotion and claim you in a way no other man would ever be able to surpass.

As Akaashi's fingertips brushed against the swell of your ass, the molten realization sank deeper that he was the only one you wanted to push like this. The only person who could break you apart and remake you in the blistering heat of his consuming embrace, over and over again.

"Keiji," you gasped out his name, arching your back in silent supplication as his large hands gripped the fabric pooling around your hips and tugged the garment away entirely. "Please..."

Rather than the teasing rebuke you were expecting, Keiji's breath hitched at the sound of his name tumbling from your lips so desperately. He smoothed his palm down the graceful line of your spine, tracing the dip at the base before trailing along the curve of your ass in a deliberate caress.

"Mmm, I can't get enough of hearing you say my name like that, pretty," he rasped, his thumb sliding against your slick folds and rubbing a torturous circle around the swollen bud of your clit. "You have no idea how hard it was holding back all night...just watching you from the sidelines and not being able to do a damn thing about it."

His other hand curled around the plump mound of your ass, squeezing and massaging the flesh possessively as he sank his fingers into the dripping heat of your pussy with a pleased groan. You jolted as the thick digits pressed deeper, arching your hips back to encourage the delicious pressure.

"But that's just it, isn't it?" Akaashi murmured, leaning over your prone form to press his weight against you - surrounding and trapping you in the best way. "I was the one waiting, while you had no idea what was happening all this time...what a shame, really."

Before you could protest, the hand kneading your ass drifted upwards - gripping the nape of your neck in a firm squeeze, forcing your cheek down against the mattress as you trembled and mewled beneath his punishing grip.

"You could've had me all this time, sweetheart," he growled in your ear, curling his fingers inside your aching core and rubbing against the spongy bundle of nerves he knew would unravel you at the seams. "Had me wrapped around your little finger from day one, didn’t you? All you had to do was ask, pretty. Say the word and I would've fallen to my knees right there and then, just to worship your sweet pussy like the fucking goddess you are."

Your eyes fluttered closed as pleasure coiled tight and molten behind your bellybutton, the friction of Akaashi's skilled touch driving you steadily towards the precipice. Keiji's hot, ragged breaths spilled over your fevered skin as his thumb teased mercilessly at your clit in a way that left you shuddering and panting.

"Fuck," he grunted out, grinding the hard outline of his cock against your thigh as your inner walls clenched around him hungrily. "How many times do you think I jerked off to the thought of this, huh? Wanted nothing more than to fuck you right up against the lockers back in high school...fuck, I almost gave in once."

The admission sent a thrill through your bloodstream, heat flushing higher as your thighs trembled at the sudden onslaught of his rumbled admissions. The thought of him bending you over the cool metal and taking you from behind while the entire team changed around you - the knowledge that he was the only one allowed to do that now - had you moaning shamelessly into the mattress.

Akaashi's deep chuckle reverberated through his chest, pressing harder against your neck as the rhythm of his fingers increased to something borderline punishing. His voice dropped lower, rougher with unmistakable lust that made your nipples tighten even more against the sheets.

"But that was just the beginning, pretty," he husked out, curling his thick digits deeper into the molten heat of your pussy and making you cry out. "You have no idea how often I dreamed about this, how fucking good you'd look stretched around my cock...and now I'm finally gonna get to see for myself."

Your breath hitched, a strangled whine tumbling from your lips as his skilled fingers drove you closer and closer to the edge. But Akaashi knew your body too well by now, and his touch vanished abruptly before you could reach your peak.

The sound of his zipper coming undone and the rustle of his slacks being discarded filled the hazy space between your forms. Before you could so much as twitch, Keiji was rolling his hips forward and dragging the head of his cock against your drenched pussy.

"F-Fuck, I can't wait anymore," he groaned, notching himself between your folds and grinding his rigid length against your dripping entrance. "Need to feel you, sweetheart. Need to see how well you take my cock like the good girl I know you are."

"Yes," you cried out, rocking back into his scorching embrace with a desperate moan. "P-Please, Keiji...I-I need you too. I want to feel you, please."

The guttural noise that tore from Akaashi's throat at your pleading tone made your pulse race, the hand anchoring your neck in place drifting lower to smooth along your back. You were vaguely aware of his other hand reaching between your joined forms, and the slick, obscene sound of him slicking his length with the abundant moisture trickling from your core.

"Good girl," he purred, notching the fat crown of his cock against your dripping folds and sinking the first few inches into your molten core with a satisfied groan. "Hah, shit...fuck, y-you feel so fucking good, pretty."

You could barely string together a coherent thought, let alone a response, as he rocked deeper and deeper into your quivering pussy with every measured thrust. Each time Keiji hilted himself fully inside you, his thick cock stretched and strained the walls of your pussy in a way that made sparks of heat flare behind your tightly-shut eyelids.

"Look at you," he gritted out, fingers digging into your hips and tugging your ass higher into the air. "F-Fuck, taking my cock like a goddamn champ, aren't you?"

You whimpered and writhed beneath him, but his strong grip held you in place. The angle left you utterly defenseless as Akaashi bottomed out and started fucking into you with deep, languid strokes - each one punctuated with a filthy, wet slap that made the pressure mounting inside your core even more unbearable.

"Ngh, K-Keiji..." you moaned, clutching the bedsheets desperately and biting back another cry as he leaned over your pliant form to curl a hand around your jaw. "S-So good, fuck...please."

His low chuckle reverberated through his sturdy form, the rhythmic drag of his cock driving deeper as he panted hotly against the curve of your ear. You gasped, shuddering as his free hand wound around the delicate column of your throat in a light squeeze, his other hand braced on the mattress.

"Please what, pretty?" he husked out, a ragged grunt tearing free as his thrusts quickened in intensity. "Tell me what you want, hm? You gotta use your words."

"H-Harder, Keiji," you stammered, arching your back and meeting his powerful movements as best you could. "F-Fuck, please, I-I need..."

His fingers tightened around your throat, just enough to force you to gasp out your next breath. It was the only warning you had before Akaashi drew back and slammed into you with such force that the entire bedframe shuddered and rocked.

"Like this, pretty girl?" he growled out, the punishing tempo of his thrusts sending you teetering dangerously close to the edge. "That what you wanted? Fuck, you're taking me so well, baby...shit."

All you could manage in response was a desperate cry, nails digging into the sheets as you clung to them for dear life. Pleasure coiled tight and hot behind your navel, winding tighter and tighter as he drove his cock into you at a brutal pace that left you unable to catch your breath.

Keiji grunted and snarled, his rhythm growing unsteady as he chased the same release building within your own body. The hand braced on the mattress disappeared momentarily before snaking around your front, and when Akaashi's clever fingers found your swollen clit and rubbed the slick nub in frantic circles, it was all over.

"K-Keiji!" you cried out his name, thighs trembling as an orgasm crashed over your frame. You could barely catch your breath as you quivered and writhed, an obscene amount of hot liquid gushing out from where you were joined and spilling onto the sheets below.

"Fuck," Akaashi's breath hitched, the hand around your throat disappearing in favor of both palms grabbing hold of your hips. He yanked your pliant form back, fucking you through the aftershocks of your release as his own cock throbbed inside the molten depths of your pussy.

"Gonna come," he snarled out, his ragged pants filling the room. "S-sweetheart, can't hold on any longer, fuck...gotta pull out, okay?"

You shook your head furiously, too overcome to articulate anything more than a single syllable as you clenched down hard around him.

"Inside," you sobbed, gasping and shuddering as he snapped his hips against yours roughly. "P-please, Keiji...I need to f-feel it."

Keiji groaned, his fingers digging into the supple flesh of your hips in an iron grip. Your name was torn from his lips on a hoarse shout, his pace turning wild and erratic before he buried his cock as deep as it would go inside you and pulsed hard.

His cum painted the walls of your pussy in thick, molten spurts that had you moaning his name and grinding back into him. The sensation was enough to send you tumbling over the edge again, and you whimpered as you felt another gush of hot liquid spill out from around the thick length of his cock.

Akaashi panted harshly, the last of his cum spilling into your quivering form as he ground his hips against yours. The movement made you shudder and clench around him again, your oversensitive body unable to keep up with the flood of intense sensations overwhelming you.

He hissed softly, his grip on your waist slackening and easing you down to the mattress as the two of you caught your breath. Once he'd slid out of your dripping pussy, Akaashi collapsed beside you - his arms winding around your waist and tugging you firmly against his chest.

You melted into the comforting embrace, tucking your face into his neck and sighing contently as he smoothed a hand down your back. Keiji tilted your chin upwards, claiming your mouth in a tender kiss that made you melt even more.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" he murmured, pulling away just enough to meet your gaze. "Not too rough, I hope?"

You couldn't help but smile at the concern in his expression, shaking your head.

"I'm perfect, Keiji," you assured him, smoothing your palms along the broad expanse of his chest and leaning in to brush your lips against his again. "Better than perfect, really."

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his sturdy form. The arm curled around your waist squeezed lightly, a hand tangling in your hair and pulling you into a deep, toe-curling kiss. When the two of you finally parted, Akaashi's expression was tinged with something far warmer than his usual aloof expression.

"Good, because I intend to keep you right here all week," he told you, the promise making your heart flutter wildly. "It's only fair, considering how long I've waited."

You could tell by the glimmer in his eyes that there would be no arguing with him, and if you were honest - the prospect didn't exactly displease you.

"Fine by me," you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth and giggling as he tugged you closer. "You know, I can't help but think of how much more fun we could've been having if you'd just told me how you felt earlier."

"Oh, believe me, sweetheart," Akaashi drawled, the low timbre of his voice making you shiver. "By the time the week's over, you won't be thinking about anything but me."

[theres-a-body-here]

Scumtober- Day 26 (Aphrodisiac)

Blaidd x Male!reader

You sat on your bedroll near the crackling campfire as you tinkered with your materials. You sighed deeply while attempting to craft a Bloodboil Aromatic. The alluring scent of flora wafted through the air. Blaidd had been gone for some time, hunting for fresh meat. Your fingers were stained with various potions and ingredients, but there was still something missing – Land Octopus Ovaries.

You huff as you look through your bag again. You stop when you see you still have beast blood from those Monstrous dogs you had slain in Caelid. You bring the glass vial to your nose and sniff it. It almost smells the same as the ovaries. You wonder if it could serve as a substitute.

Fuck it. You pop the cork and pour the thick blood into your mortar.

As you mix the substances together, you hear rustling of leaves from the woods. Suddenly, Blaidd exits the treeline and heads over to your campfire. He's carrying a large piece of raw meat. He drops it beside the fire and gives you an exhausted smile before collapsing onto his makeshift bedroll next to yours.

"Did I miss anything?" he asks groggily.

You shake your head slightly. "Nothing much, just trying to make something," you say nonchalantly as you carefully pour the contents of the mortar into a new vial. Instead of the usual deep red color associated with Bloodboil Aromatics, the liquid inside has taken on a faint pink hue.

Blaidd raises an eyebrow and approaches you curiously. He takes the vial and uncorks it before taking a whiff. His eyes widen in realization.

"That doesn't look like any Bloodboil Aromatic I've seen before," he remarks, eyeing the unfamiliar color of the potion. "What did you use instead of the Land Octopus Ovaries?"

You shrug casually. "Just beast blood from those big doggies we fought back in Caelid," you explain. "I figured they might work since they're kinda similar, right?"

Blaidd hesitates for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Well, I suppose so... But I don't think anyone has tried using dog blood instead of octopus ovaries before. This might be interesting."

Nodding firmly, you grab the vial containing your concoction and raise it to your lips. "Only one way to find out!" you declare boldly.

Blaidd looks worried. "Are you sure? We don't know what effect this will have—"

"Too late".

You swallow the entire contents of the vial without another thought. Immediately afterward, a strange sensation begins to spread throughout your body. Warmth fills your veins, followed by an mild burning sensation that seems to radiate from every cell in your being. Sweat breaks out on your forehead as you feel like you're on fire from within.

Gasping for breath, you drop the empty vial and lie on your bedroll.

Blaidd rushes to your side, concern etched across his features. However, upon closer inspection, he realizes that rather than experiencing pain, you appear to be... enjoying yourself? With each wave of heat coursing through your body, you let out soft moans of pleasure.

Your hands stretch out towards him, desperately seeking contact. Confused yet intrigued, Blaidd tentatively allows himself to be pulled closer. Your arms wrap around his waist and pull him close.

Puzzled by your behavior, Blaidd leans in closer to get a better whiff of whatever is causing such a reaction in his mate. As he takes a deep breath, his eyes widen in surprise. That familiar scent – one that sends shivers down his spine and causes his heart to race – emanates from you. Arousal.

Somehow, in place of creating a Bloodboil Aromatic, you had managed to craft up an aphrodisiac!

As Blaidd continues to process the situation, you begin to grow impatient. Moaning louder now, you attempt to draw him even closer until your faces are mere inches apart. Your lips part slightly, begging for a taste of his mouth.

He quickly comes to the conclusion that perhaps the beast blood played a role in changing the outcome of the potion.

Frustration bubbles within you as Blaidd remains lost in thought. Unable to hold back anymore, you release a whimper, demanding his attention.

Finally, he snaps out of his daze and gazes down at you, taking in your flushed face and pleading expression. Understanding dawns on him – you need him now, more than ever.

Blaidd lowers his lips to meet yours in a fierce, passionate kiss.

Intoxicated by the potion's effects, you throw caution to the wind and devour Blaidd's lips with fervor. Your hands move restlessly beneath his armor, eager to touch bare fur.

Blaidd chuckles softly between kisses, finding your aroused state highly entertaining. Yet, despite his amusement, he cannot help but crave more contact with you.

Reluctantly pulling away from your lips, Blaidd starts to remove his armor piece by piece. Hearing your plaintive whines, he gives you a playful grin. "Patience, mate," he coos teasingly.

Eager to join him, you hastily shed your own garments to relieve yourself of the heat overtaking your body.

Stripped bare, you settle back onto the bedroll, legs spread wide open in invitation. Your hard member stands proudly erect, pulsing with desire. You can't help but give into primal instincts, letting out a series of heavy pants that echo through the campsite.

Blaidd's ears perk up at the sound, his own arousal growing stronger by the second. With swift movements, he joins you on the ground, his tail swishing excitedly behind him.

Chuckling softly, Blaidd watches as you continue to behave erratically. Could the beast blood be responsible for bringing forth these animalistic behaviors? To test his theory, he reaches out and gently strokes your belly.

The instant his hand makes contact with your skin, you arch your back and let out a mewl of delight. Your canine nature seems undeniable. You emit a low whine of approval, prompting Blaidd to continue exploring further south.

Encouraged by your response, Blaidd delves deeper into his exploration. His fingers dance across your inner thighs, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. You writhe beneath his ministrations, unable to contain the building pressure within you.

It doesn't take long for his hand to brush against your twitching cock, eliciting a sharp cry from your lips. Your hips buck wildly, urging him to keep touching you.

Teasingly, Blaidd wraps his large hand around your throbbing erection, squeezing gently as he begins to stroke you. The sensations send shockwaves through your body, eliciting a series of whining moans.

"Such a needy little mate," he murmurs affectionately, unable to resist leaning in for another kiss.

Fueled by the aphrodisiac, you lose control entirely. Whimpering and reaching for him, you manage to capture his head between your palms. Pulling him closer, you devour his lips once more, turning the kiss into a messy affair filled with slurping sounds and saliva.

Beneath the influence of the potion, your speech devolves into babbling, but one word rings clear amidst the chaos – "please." Over and over again, you beg for release.

Growling low in his throat, Blaidd responds to your pleas with increased vigor. His tongue delves deeper into your mouth as the pumping on your cock picks up speed.

Abruptly, Blaidd tears his lips away from yours and slithers down your torso. Without warning, his warm tongue swirls around the tip of your member, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. Sucking you whole, he begins to bob his head rapidly, eliciting loud cries from your parched throat. You buck your hips into his maw.

"Mmmm... fuck... yes..." you mumble, completely overcome by the pleasure. As Blaidd works your cock, you dissolve into a mass of incomprehensible moans and mumbles. Your body temperature skyrockets due to the aphrodisiac, leaving you covered in sweat and borderline delirious.

The intensity builds within you, threatening to break the dam holding back your release. With a pitiful cry, you finally succumb to the waves of pleasure crashing over you. White hot cum shoots from your cock, filling Blaidd's waiting mouth. He opens his maw wide, allowing you to witness your semen splattering the walls of his throat.

Without missing a beat, Blaidd switches his focus to your quivering hole. He presses his tongue flat against your puckered entrance, circling it with practiced ease.

Overwhelmed by the sudden stimulation, all you can muster is a weak protest mixed with a whine. "Blaidd, wait, I... fuuuuck."

Blaidd lifts your legs over his broad furry shoulders, giving himself unfettered access to your hole. He raises your ass off the ground a bit. He presses his nose against your crevice, inhaling deeply the musky scent of your arousal.

Slathering his wet tongue over your asshole, he digs his furry snout deeper into your crack. All the while, he growls his appreciation, letting you know exactly how much he's enjoying your flavors.

"So...good," he rasps between licks. "You taste so good, my mate."

Blaidd drives his long tongue deeper inside you. Each thrust feels impossibly filthy, yet incredibly exhilarating. As he forces your body to accommodate his size, he lifts your ass higher, forcing you to balance awkwardly on your shoulder blades.

Unable to form coherent words, all you can offer in return are helpless whimpers.

After a few minutes, Blaidd withdraws from your depths and surveys his handiwork. Your hole is loosely open, glistening with wolf saliva. Even in its relaxed state, it still seems hungry for more.

Seeing how well you've taken his tongue thus far, he praises you. "Good boy, such a good, responsive mate."

With a gentle tug, Blaidd guides you back down to the ground, positioning you just right to receive his thick wolf cock. Its massive girth slaps against your now flaccid member, reminding you that there's still much more to come.

Despite your exhaustion, you find the strength to beg for more. "Please, Blaidd... I want it... please fill me up"

Blaidd teases you mercilessly, pressing the tip of his massive member against your gaping hole. Instinctively, you clench your inner muscles, trying to entice him further.

"Be patient, mate. We have all night." His words leave no room for argument, though they do little to quell your burning need. He pushes the very tip inside before retreating once more.

Frustrated by Blaidd's slow pace, you throw caution to the wind and wrap your legs around his waist, attempting to pull him deeper inside. Unfortunately, he proves too strong for your feeble efforts.

A deep rumble escapes his throat as he laughs heartily at your bold move. "So eager," he remarks playfully. "I like that." Undeterred, he continues to plunge the head of his cock in and out of your eager hole.

Finally, Blaidd decides enough is enough and slides an inch deeper inside you. The sensation sends you spiraling into another wave of ecstasy.

Growling in approval, he claims possession of your body. "Feels so good having me inside you, doesn't it?"

Unable to formulate words, you simply nod frantically, lost in the haze of desire. Satisfied by your state, Blaidd takes hold of your hips and plunges the remainder of his monstrous, canine cock into your body.

Once Blaidd bottoms out, he allows himself a moment to revel in the connection. "Mmm, perfect fit," He mutters as his furry balls nuzzle against your ass.

Instead of immediately thrusting, Blaidd opts for something slower – grinding and gyrating his cock inside you. Grabbing your hands, he pulls them around his torso, locking you in place as he sets a leisurely pace.

In the midst of your passionate coupling, Blaidd suddenly pulls out completely. Before you have time to protest, he slams back inside with a single forceful thrust.

Your cries of surprise morph into pleasured mewls at the sudden intrusion. "Shhh, there's a good mate," Blaidd whispers tenderly, knowing full well how sensitive you must still be from the potion. "Sweet boy".

Nestled within the comfort of his embrace, Blaidd resumes his measured strokes. With each powerful thrust, his heavy balls slap rhythmically against your exposed rear end.

Taking advantage of your closeness, he presses his nose into the crook of your neck, taking deep breaths filled with your scent.

Overcome by your intoxicating scent, Blaidd cannot help but comment on it. "You smell amazing, love. Maybe we should make some more of that aphrodisiac for next time." His words send a fresh surge of arousal coursing through your veins.

Urged on by your growing excitement, Blaidd picks up his pace, fucking you harder than before. His tongue darts out to trace the edge of a prominent scar adorning your neck – the mark he gave you when you both became mates. His thrusts become erratic, bordering on feral.

Wrapping his arms around you possessively, Blaidd's voice lowers to a primal growl. "Oh gods, I want to flood you with my cum so badly, mate."

Hearing these words ignites a fire within you, prompting you to beg for it. "Yes...cum in me," You mutter in a daze.

Encouraged by your words, Blaidd doubles his efforts, driven solely by primal urges. Every powerful thrust of his cock elicits a mix of squelching and squishing sounds from your ass.

As he nears climax, his knot swells dangerously close to bursting point.

Giving into his most basic impulses, Blaidd sinks his teeth into the flesh surrounding your bonding scar. You cry out as you hold him tighter. At the same time, his bloated knot forces its way past your ring of muscle with a wet pop, locking you together. Finally, he releases his load deep within you, filling every crevice with his cum. You whine as you feel his cock twitch and throb with every pump of cum.

With both of you trembling during the comedown, Blaidd cradles you gently in his arms, offering words of solace and praise. "That was incredible, mate. You took me so well... so perfectly."

You let out a content sigh. "Yeah, that was amazing," you say as you kiss the side of his muzzle.

Sensing your improved mental state, Blaidd cannot help but remark upon it. "Seems like the effects of the aphrodisiac have finally worn off, eh? Good thing too, otherwise we wouldn't be able to stop ourselves from fucking all day."

Locked together at the hips, you manage to summon a small smile. "Sounds like a plan for another night. I think I might need to write down that recipe." Your words are met with amused chuckles from Blaidd.

Scumtober 2023 Masterlist

[midnightsnyx]

girl at home AU: baking with nora & mat

summary: a small au where Mat knew about Nora since the beginning from “girl at home”🩵

notes: if you guys have any ideas about some small blurbs like this or even just soft thoughts about what their life would be like had they been a family from the start 🫶🏻

Mat notices your exhaustion the moment he walks through the doors. Being young parents is tough, but when one of the parents travels a lot - it’s much harder. You have your family and friends, but nothing compares to having Mat home with you and Nora.

“Nora asleep?” he asks, dropping his bag by the door and walking straight over to you and pulling you into a warm hug. You snuggle in his arms, the tension of the past few days melting away.

“Yeah,” you reply. “She tried to stay awake so she could see you but crashed an hour ago.”

His arms tighten around you and you know how hard it is on him sometimes. Being gone so often but his career is only just starting, so he needs to prove he deserves a spot with the team which means attending any optional practices and working as hard as he can. This means sometimes not being around as much as he wants to be and while you understand, Nora doesn’t quite yet.

“Bed?” he eventually says, pulling away but not letting go of your hand. You nod, leading him to your shared bedroom and getting ready for bed in a comfortable practiced silence. When you’re curled up together in bed, you can feel your body finally relax for the first time in a week.

. . .

You wake the next morning to soft giggles and a hushed voice.

“I told you not to wake mama, peanut,” Mat whispers.

“But her pancakes are ready!” she argues, jumping on the bed. You crack open an eye and smile when you see your daughter’s face close to yours. She squeals when she realizes you’re awake and immediately tackles you, wrapping herself around you like an octopus.

“Mama! We made you pancakes.” she says as you sit up, still holding her. You smile at the breakfast in front of you.

“Thank you baby” you say, kissing the top of her head before letting her move so you can pull the breakfast tray closer. There’s pancakes, fruit, tea and a glass of orange juice. Both Mat and Nora watch closely as you take a bite of the pancakes, chewing and swallowing it before smiling.

“I think those are the best pancakes I’ve ever had,” you say, grinning when Nora cheers, jumping into Mat’s arms.

They have matching grins and sit on the bed while you finish your breakfast. Nora is explaining to you about a princess warrior who saves dragons and also plays hockey on the side. Mat is looking at her fondly, glancing at you every so often and smiling softly.

Once you finish breakfast, Mat takes your dishes and hussles you out of bed, telling you to get ready.

“I didn’t know we had plans,” you say as he pushes you towards the bathroom.

“We don’t,” he replies. “You have plans with Marlee and Jax. Spa day and then a late lunch, followed by some shopping.”

You love this man so much.

“And what are you two doing?” You ask so you don’t start crying. Your emotions have been out of whack lately.

“Just hanging out,” he tells you, which sounds a little suspicious, but how much trouble can the two of them get into?

. . .

After a long but fun day spent with your friends and having a break from real life, you make your way home. Mat told you not to worry every time you texted, assuring you he had everything under control and that according to Nora, they were having “the best day ever in the whole entire world”.

When you open the front door, you hear chatter coming from the kitchen so you follow the noise and stop, taking in the scene before you.

Mat and Nora are covered in flour, head to toe. There’s chocolate icing on Nora’s face, like she’s been eating it straight out of the container and if you look close enough, you can see some on Mat’s face too. The entire kitchen is a disaster and for a split second, you regret leaving the two of them home alone but when you see how excited and happy Nora is, and the twinkle in Mat’s eyes, you can’t do anything but smile.

You love this little family you and Mat have created together and there’s nothing more you could ask for.

[cyberghost-scout]

(themisplacedtruth-mermay)

It was his life. To be moved around and treated like a prize won. He was not won, taken captive and forced to perform for the likes of the land dewellers entertainment. It infuriated him to no end.

The tank was larger now, unlike before. Room to swing and stretch, food that actually kept him from eating the smaller ones. He knew if he wanted to stay in his prime, he would have to cooperate.

Now he was in the middle of a performance. Making good work of himself and observers. The jewels shined back at them as he moved around the round tank.

( @themisplacedtruth-vld

~~Mermay edition~~)

While the land dwellers were distracted by the ill-gained decadence. Other mermaids were forced to entertain them. Feeling objectified, some were forced to swallow their pain to gain some form of survival... some in the back, not broken yet to this horrid fate of theirs. As the pounding bass was heavy the mermaids' music blared out as jewels shine and sparkle with the provocative dance work.

Just outside the sleazy underground club. in the waters, a curious mermaid pops her head out. Purple eyes, those wary of this place, couldn't help but be curious about this place. Wondering why this place garnered cheers and praise.

Dunking her head back down before finding a platform to climb up a little later. Revealing most of her entire appearance. A pink and grey octopus mermaid. She was older, but her looks were undoubtedly aged like a fine, rare whine. Purple eyes took notice of the blue with red markings male mermaid provocatively moving in front of these homans.

Despite the tacky music, the mermaids were also stunning but not happy. The octomer hugged her ample chest in thought, wondering how to cheer her fellow kind up.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Mario Land

Debut: Super Mario Land 2: 6 Golden Coins

So I was lying awake in bed, thinking. What is up with Mario Land? Everyone knows that the setting of the first Super Mario Land game is Sarasaland. Nintendo loves to vaguely allude to it in character descriptions for Princess Daisy! But where does Super Mario Land 2 take place? Well, it’s in Mario Land, of course! Now, Super Mario Land does not take place in Mario Land. It takes place in a Land, in which Mario is a participant, but he doesn’t own the Land, just as he doesn’t own the World or the Galaxy. But he does own Mario Land!

Nothing is really clear about how Mario came to own Mario Land. Nintendo Power once described it as his ‘kingdom’, while the Wiki describes it as Mario’s ‘private island’. Lots of people immediately remark on how odd it is that Mario owns a castle in this game, and they’re right! It is odd! We don’t think of Mario as an avaricious man. He is a humble, working class individual. He lives in a cottage with his brother despite being a world-renowned hero. Except here, where he owns an entire landmass, with a castle! My personal canon, in my head, was that Peach or someone else gifted him with a large chunk of land and a castle as a reward for his heroic deeds. It seems the most likely, given what we know about Mario! But why couldn’t he settle for a vacation home, or anything of the sort? Why are we placing the responsibility of land ownership on such a modest soul? 

I think what is the strangest thing about Mario Land, to me, is that despite being Mario’s Land, it is so devoid of allies. Mario Land is vast and untamed, a collection of wacky themed zones filled with creatures entirely hostile to Mario! There are no maids or servants from Mario’s Castle, who fled Wario’s invasion. There are no Toads or Toad houses to aid Mario in his quest. Mario is entirely alone in a Land that bears his name, but his name only. Once his only symbol of power, his castle, is gone, Mario is back where he began, all alone in this foreign land. All the material goods in the world could not fill the void of - wait I’m sorry I completely forgot a key detail of Mario Land 2’s plot is that Wario put all of Mario Land’s inhabitants under a spell! False alarm everyone!

Everyone in Mario Land is actually Super Nice actually and was just brainwashed by Wario, who has the power of dark magic. The Big Bird from Tree Zone and the Octopus from Turtle Zone, and also Spikey, they all love Mario and see him as their king. I was gonna say the Witch too, but it seems the witch was Wario’s friend. Or are they Wario’s minions? If so, where are the inhabitants of Mario Land? Are they in hiding? We never see them! Who does Mario rule over? Is Spikey a wild animal? A brainwashed citizen of Mario’s country? Or an ally of the wicked and greedy Wario?

And of course, we have to discuss the matter of the Mario Zone. Mario was not content with having a Land, he needed to have a Zone in that Land, which is also Mario! It is actually one big Mario, a mechanical automaton built in his likeness. Mario has always expressed an interest in making toys of himself, as we see in the Mario Vs. Donkey Kong series, so it stands to reason that his major construction project would be just that, but bigger! 

Or maybe the Mario Zone always existed, before Mario came to Mario Land. Maybe it’s named Mario Land because one of its most famous natural formations is a giant wind-up toy that looks like Mario! And Mario’s Castle is named that by coincidence. I don’t know! I don’t have answers to any questions, ever! I literally don’t know anything! I’m going to bed!

Just kidding! I’m not going to bed. This post is a bit, um... rambly. But I thought it would be a shame to conclude it without appreciating how whimsical Mario Land is as a whole! There is a giant pumpkin with haunted woods inside it! There is a hippo that takes you to space! There is a turtle that swallows you and takes you underwater to a whale! There is a house that is just kind of a normal house but forces you to be really small to enter it! But I probably don’t need to tell you all that! It’s kind of what makes SML2 so wonderful! 

Would YOU live in Mario land? Would you want a monarchy as long as Super Mario is your benevolent ruler? What do you think of the giant turtle? Please let us know what you think of the giant turtle in the comments below. I don’t know. 

[gabby297]

You Look So Pretty, Pretty Like The Sun - Chapter 5

Warning: M

Buck stirred from his slumber, feeling the weight of an arm draped heavily over his back. With a yawn, he shifted, stretching out his limbs as he blinked away the remnants of sleep. Turning onto his side, he found himself facing Tommy, who was looking at his phone.

Tommy seemed entirely at ease, his body stretched out comfortably. The two pillows Buck gave him were propped up behind his neck, supporting his head as his finger tapped rhythmically on the phone screen. One of his legs was raised and bent at the knee. It was completely unfair for someone to look this good first thing in the morning.

Without hesitation, Buck threw his arm around Tommy’s waist, shifting to get closer. He nestled his leg over Tommy’s that rested flat, relishing in the warmth.

“Morning,” Tommy greeted him, lifting his gaze from the screen to meet Buck's eyes.

“Mornin’,” Buck grunted in reply, his voice still heavy with sleep. He shifted even closer, plastering himself to Tommy’s side, and let out a content sigh. Placing his head on Tommy’s chest he closed his eyes again. He felt Tommy shift as he placed the phone back on the nightstand.

“You know, I don’t think I have ever met someone who both steals all the blankets and is a human version of an octopus at the same time.” Tommy remarked amused.

Buck chuckled softly, feeling a smile tug at the corners of his lips. “What can I say, I like to stay cozy,”

Tommy laughed softly, the sound rumbling beneath Buck's ear. "Cozy is one way to put it," he teased, running his fingers through Buck's hair. Buck leaned into the touch, relishing the sensation of Tommy's warm fingers against his scalp.

“Were you cold?” Buck finally raised his head to look at him.

“Hmm, no,” Tommy hummed, his eyes flicking to Buck’s lips, his voice lowering. “Had you wrapped up around me all night. You're like a human furnace, you know."

Tommy's gaze remained on Buck’s lips, and Buck could have sworn he saw Tommy’s eyes darken. The way he was looking at him stirred something in Buck. He couldn’t resist leaning up to press his lips against Tommy’s, morning breath forgotten. The shift caused Buck’s morning wood to graze against the outside of Tommy’s thigh, making him gasp into the kiss. The feeling of Tommy's body pressed against him, the gentle pressure of his thigh against Buck's arousal, sent waves of pleasure coursing through Buck's veins.

Tommy responded eagerly, his fingers tangling in Buck's hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing against Buck's with a hunger that matched his own. Buck's hands roamed over Tommy's shoulder and chest, tracing the curves of his muscles as he pulled him closer, unable to get enough.

After a few moments, they pulled away, slightly out of breath. Buck cupped Tommy’s cheek, running his thumb across the light stubble.

“I could get used to waking up like this every morning,” Buck sighed happily.

“Want me to make the morning even better?” Tommy's voice was low and husky, his gaze smoldering with desire as he leaned in closer to Buck, their breaths mingling. Buck swallowed thickly, his body twitching.

“Show me what you got,” Buck replied, his voice barely above a whisper, his fingers trailing down Tommy's neck.

All breath left his body as Tommy flashed him a mischievous smile and used his strength to flip them over. Buck gasped as his back hit the mattress and Tommy towered over him. He pressed another lingering kiss against Buck’s lips before sitting back on his heels.

“This okay?” Tommy asked as his fingers rested on the band of Buck’s boxers, tugging lightly.

“More than,” Buck whispered eagerly.

With a soft chuckle, Tommy tugged Buck's boxers down. A rush of heat flooded Buck's cheeks at the sight of Tommy's hungry gaze as he shamelessly scanned Buck’s body, his eyes settling on his cock.

Buck bunched up the covers of the bed in his fists as Tommy wasted no time exploring every inch of his body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.

Buck was buzzing with anticipation, but Tommy refused to show him mercy. His fingertips traced along Buck's thighs, taking his sweet time kissing every part of Buck's body except where Buck wanted his mouth the most.

“Tommy, you’re killing me, man,” Buck groaned, his breath hitching as Tommy sharply nipped the inside of his thigh. Tommy's chuckle was low and seductive, sending shivers down Buck's spine.

“Patience, Evan.” Buck let out a frustrated groan, his body squirming beneath Tommy's teasing touch. He bit down on his bottom lip to prevent himself from telling the man where he could shove his patience. His whole body was on fire, and he whimpered, finally feeling Tommy show him some mercy. Tommy wrapped his hand around Buck’s leaking cock and gave it a light tug. Buck's whole body jolted on the bed, a wave of intense pleasure washing over him.

“Eager?” Tommy raised his eyebrow, his face splitting into a wide grin.

Buck had no chance in responding. Not when Tommy’s hand started to move. He flicked his thumb against the head before sliding down the length, squeezing firmly. Buck thew his head back, eyes shutting tight as a raw sound was ripped from the depths of his being.

“Fuck, Tommy, please,” Buck begged, “More.”

Buck was prepared to beg more, to grovel until he got what he desperately needed. Finally, fucking finally, Tommy's lips closed around the head of Buck's cock and he saw stars. Buck's back arched off the bed, a guttural moan escaping his lips, but Tommy was quick to grab his hips and plant his back firmly into the bed. Tommy’s mouth was so goddamn hot and wet, his tongue working skillfully as he took Buck deeper.

He felt Tommy move his hand from his hips and tugged one of his.

Buck opened his eyes and lifted his head to watch, mesmerized, as Tommy intertwined their fingers and slowly moved their hands until they touched the back of Tommy’s head. As if to emphasize what he wanted, Tommy pushed their hands against his head and took him in deeper. After a few moments, he pulled his hand away, leaving Buck’s, and settled it back on his thigh, pressing his fingers against the muscle before making circular motions.

Buck groaned, his fingers tightening in Tommy’s hair as he gave a gentle, experimental tug. He was rewarded by Tommy humming against his cock. The sensation sent shivers down Buck’s spine, and he couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure. It took everything in him not to cum right there and then.

It didn’t help his resolve when Tommy took the opportunity to look up at him, his eyes dark with lust and mischief. Buck couldn’t tear his gaze away. Tommy’s hair was tousled in all directions, his forehead lightly shining with sweat. Most of all, Buck couldn’t take his eyes off his face, how his jaw worked and tensed as he swallowed him down.

Buck’s breath hitched as he felt another vibration of Tommy's hum resonate through him. He could barely think, completely consumed by the pleasure.

“Tommy,” Buck gasped, his voice strained with desire. “Fuck, baby, you’re insane.”

Tommy moaned at the praise and it seemed that he took Buck’s words as a challenge. He dug his nails into Buck’s flesh, scraping as he pushed himself up until his forehead hit Buck’s stomach. Opening his jaw wider, he took Buck in deeper until Buck’s cock hit the back of his throat. Buck stood no chance. He couldn’t even warn Tommy before the orgasm was torn out of him.

Static exploded in Buck’s vision, sound becoming muffled in his ears.

He wasn't even aware of the obscene sound that left his throat or the way Tommy choked on him. The pleasure was overwhelming, every nerve ending on fire. Buck's entire body trembled, his hand instinctively tightening in Tommy’s hair as he rode out the waves of his climax.

The world slowly came back into focus and his hand dropped from Tommy’s head as if it suddenly weighed a thousand pounds. He wasn’t sure he could feel any part of his body. Trying to catch his breath he slowly opened his eyes only to see Tommy wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

“How was that for making your morning better?” he asked innocently.

"I, uh, fuck,” Buck gasped, nearly certain that there wasn't enough air in the room. “That… That was… fuck.”

It was as if his brain was lagging. Words weren’t coming to him. He was too blissed out to make a coherent sentence.

“You look spent,” Tommy grinned cheekily, settling beside him. ‘Oh the smug bastard’ Buck thought.

“I, uh, don’t usually…” Buck felt heat rise in his cheeks, closing his eyes in embarrassment. “Don’t finish that quickly.”

“Evan, are you kidding?” Tommy wrapped his arm around Buck’s waist, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. He trailed his nose against Buck's cheek, his breath warm and soft, until he found his earlobe and bit it teasingly. “Seeing you like that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah?” Buck opened his eyes, the embarrassment slowly giving way to curiosity and a bit of pride.

“If I was ten years younger, you wouldn’t leave the bed for the rest of the day.” Tommy murmured, his voice low and sultry. He shifted closer, pressing his body against Buck's, his hand moving to gently stroke his chest. Buck could feel Tommy's arousal against his thigh, a reminder that they were not done.

“God, you’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He tilted his head to capture Tommy's lips in a slow, tender kiss.

He slowly trailed his hand down Tommy’s body until he reached the boxers that Tommy still wore. A need to have them off surged through Buck, and he lifted himself from the soft covers.

Tommy started to rise with him, but Buck wouldn’t have that. He gently pushed against Tommy's shoulders, watching him fall back into the bedsheets. Buck’s eyes raked against Tommy’s body, soaking up the view. God, he wanted to keep him here forever.

Tommy quickly caught on to Buck’s intention and grabbed his wrist, stopping him momentarily. “Evan, you don’t have to.”

“I, uh… I want to. I know I probably won't be that great at it, but I’m a quick learner. And I just—” Buck breathed in and finally met Tommy’s eyes. His heart was beating fast as he added, “I want to do this for you. So let me?”

“How could I ever say no to you?” Tommy's voice was soft, filled with affection and desire. A light smile played on his lips.

Buck nodded to himself, determination filling him. He gently freed his wrist from Tommy’s grip and placed his hands back on Tommy’s chest. His movements were slow and deliberate, wanting to savor every moment. His thumb grazed Tommy’s pec as he slowly ran his fingers down his abs, soaking in the firm muscle. He could feel Tommy shiver as he traced his ribs until he reached the waistband of Tommy’s boxers.

He hooked his fingers into the fabric and slowly pulled them down, his breath hitching as he took in the sight before him. With a hand lightly shaking, he wrapped it around Tommy’s length and gave it a gentle squeeze. He had no time to admire how it felt to hold a cock that wasn’t his own for the first time in his life, not with the way Tommy’s breath hitched.

The need to make Tommy feel good drowned out everything else. Buck leaned in, placing a trail of sloppy kisses down Tommy’s chest, feeling the muscles tense under his mouth. When he finally reached Tommy’s hips, he exhaled and lightly kissed up the length before wrapping his lips around the tip and taking Tommy into his mouth.

The taste and feel of him took a second to adjust to. For a moment, he kept his mouth close to the tip and wrapped his hand on the shaft while breathing deeply through his nose.

Finally getting used to the new sensation, he experimentally took him further and ran his tongue along the underside. He glanced up to see Tommy leaning on his elbows, his torso tense as he watched Buck with a hungry look in his eyes.

His hands tangled in Buck’s hair, his hips bucking involuntarily. “Fuck, Evan…”

The sudden movement caused Buck to choke slightly. Tommy froze his hand. “Fuck, baby, I’m… I’m sorry,” Tommy managed to grunt out, sounding choked up.

Buck momentarily pulled away, his hand stroking where his mouth just was. His chest filled with warmth, he couldn't get enough of Tommy calling him pet names.

“Don’t be,” Buck said, voice hoarse even to himself and went back.

He took his time, enjoying the way Tommy’s body responded to his touch, the way his breath hitched and his muscles tightened. Buck tried to replicate a few different moves he had seen on porn sites, cataloging how Tommy reacted to each one.

It wasn’t long before Tommy was trembling, his grip on Buck’s hair tightening. “Evan, I’m close…”

Buck doubled his efforts, ignoring how his jaw was aching. He wanted to see Tommy come apart, to watch him lose control.

With a final, desperate moan, Tommy came, his body arching up. Buck didn’t let up, letting the cum fill his mouth. There was a second where he had to resist gagging, but he managed to swallow without too much difficulty. When Tommy finally relaxed, Buck released him, placing a gentle kiss on his hip.

The look of Tommy was worth everything. His back was firmly planted on the bed as his chest heaved. A flush of arousal was painted his cheeks, with the sheen of sweat covering his forehead. His usually intense gaze was now glazed over with pleasure, his lips parted. And as Buck watched him, taking in every detail of his Tommy’s blissed-out state, a swell of pride and adoration filled his chest at the thought that he caused it.

Buck licked his lips and shifted up until he was firmly planted against Tommy’s chest once again, the top of his head rested against the side of Tommy’s jaw. Tommy lazily wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer. Tommy sighed happily, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on Buck’s back.

“How was that for my first time?” Buck finally asked, his voice filled with teasing.

Tommy did not dignify him with an answer. Instead, he grabbed his chin and pulled him into a filthy kiss in order to shut him up.

————-

Buck felt lighter than he had in a long time. The morning bliss followed them as they finally got out of bed and slowly got ready for the day. His legs still felt like jelly as he stood at the stove, piling breakfast onto their plates. He barely placed the plates on the table before Tommy was digging in.

“Something got you hungry?” Buck chuckled, watching Tommy inhale the food.

Tommy looked up with a cheeky grin, his mouth half-full. “You could say that,” he replied after swallowing, a playful glint in his eyes. “This is also really good, by the way.”

“Yeah?” Buck smiled, ducking his head lightly. “I’m glad I can please you. Bobby taught me all I know in the kitchen.”

“I’ll pass my thanks to him the next time I see him.”

They enjoyed their breakfast together, their knees bumping against each other under the table. The simple touch sent sparks of warmth through Buck as they conversed about anything and everything.

Buck didn’t want to let him leave, but Tommy’s car was still at the harbor. Buck had offered to drive them up. Too fast for Buck’s liking they were by his jeep and leaving the parking lot.

“Do you have any plans next Friday? I have an afternoon shift, so we could go out for another flying lesson if you’d like?” Tommy asked, his voice hopeful.

Buck let go of Tommy’s thigh and, without taking his eyes off the road, reached for his phone in the cup-holder. Flicking his wrist, he passed it to Tommy. “Can you check my schedule? I don’t think I’m working. Password is 1-1-8-4.”

Tommy unlocked Buck’s phone and lifted his own to check the schedules. After a moment, he confirmed that Buck was indeed off shift.

“Do we match any other time? I want to see you,” Buck asked with a smile, taking a quick glance at him.

Tommy scrolled through the calendar. “I get off early morning on Tuesday and you have an evening shift. Lunch?”

“So I won’t see you at all this week? Boo.” Buck pouted, his tone playful yet laced with genuine disappointment. He loved spending time with Tommy.

“Sadly not, I’m taking Eddie to a game on Sunday,” Tommy sighed, sneaking his hand onto Buck’s knee.

“Sunday? Doesn’t he have a date that evening? He’s dropping Christopher at mine,” Buck asked, curiosity piqued. He barely had a chance to talk to Eddie in the last week. Either one of them had plans or they were constantly dealing with calls.

“He hadn’t mentioned it. Besides, the game is in the afternoon,” Tommy said, giving Buck’s knee a reassuring squeeze.

“Sounds like a busy day for him. Well, I guess I’ll just have to survive until Tuesday then,” Buck sighed dramatically, briefly dropping his hand on top of Tommy’s.

“It’ll be worth the wait. I promise.” The smile that Tommy gave was so warm, it made Buck’s heart swell.

A notification pinging on both their phones, moments apart, disturbed their moment. Tommy pulled back his hand to check his phone.

“Something wrong?” Buck asked, noticing Tommy frowning lightly at the screen.

“No,” Tommy said, still reading through the email. “It looks like someone nominated us for The Medal of Valor for our rescue, and we were selected.”

“Wait, what? We get medals?”

“Eyes on the road, Evan,” Tommy pointed out, a hint of amusement in his voice. “And I’m still reading.”

Evan gave him another moment to read.

“Well?” Buck’s heart raced with excitement, but he did as asked and kept his eyes on the road. “What does it say?”

Tommy finally clicked his phone shut. “It says that we get the medal. The ceremony is in a few months.”

Buck let out a low whistle. “Wow, that’s… that’s awesome! Damn, we should have met years ago. We could have easily gotten at least four by now.”

“Evan, as much as I like you, I’m not flying you out into four hurricanes, regardless of how long we know each other.” Tommy chuckled, shaking his head.

Buck rolled his eyes playfully, muttering “you’re no fun” under his breath.

————-

Buck knew his parents were staying over for a bit for Maddie and Chimney’s wedding. Then Chimney ended up in the hospital and they decided to stay longer to help out Maddie around the place and with Jee-Yun while Chimney recovered. Hoverer, the promised help soon turned into smothering and Buck’s plan to avoid them shattered.

As he turned into Maddie’s driveway and parked the car, he took a moment to brace himself. After recovering from the lightning strike, he kept occasional contact with his parents—light conversations about his well-being and general topics. He was fine with that, messaging them when he had the time. They were fine.

Then Buck met Tommy and brought him as a date. Buck had been honest with Tommy, telling him the important people in his life knew about them. His parents, however, were a separate issue.

He stepped out of the car and took a breath as he approached their place. The door swung open before he could reach it, and Maddie appeared, looking a bit frazzled but relieved to see Buck.

“Thank God you’re here. They’ve been driving me crazy,” she half-whispered, giving him a quick hug.

“It’s only been a day,” Buck chuckled returning the hug.

“A day too long.” She quipped back, cringing a little and moved back inside. He walked in after her, instantly noticing his parents sitting on the couch, entertaining Jee-Yun who instantly noticed him.

“Uncle Buck!” she yelled out, quickly abandoning her grandparents in favour of Buck. A wave of smugness washed over him. He was her favourite.

“There’s my girl!” Buck grinned and picked her up, giving her a light toss in the air. “You ready to go to the pack with your favourite uncle?”

She gave him an enthusiastic nod.

“Thanks again for taking her out. We are going to visit Howie and then drop in to the courthouse to submit for the marriage license. Not exactly an exciting afternoon.”

“No problem,” Buck assured. “Besides I already dropped Tommy back so my day is clear.”

“How is Tommy? He seemed pretty tired last night.”

“Yeah the fire was a beast.” Buck chuckled, repeating Tommy’s words. “But he is good now, rested.”

“Oh, he stayed over?” his mom asked, surprise evident in her voice. Clearly they were eavesdropping. Buck narrowed his eyes.

“Yeah, my place was closer than his,” Buck ended up saying as he set Jee-yun down. “Let’s get your shoes on and we will go play.”

“That’s nice of you to let your…friend stay over.” He heard his dad say. “Eva- Buck, leaving so soon? You just got here.”

“First of all, Tommy is not just a friend, he is my boyfriend. And yeah, I want to get there before the playground gets overcrowded,” Buck shrugged, making up the first excuse that came to his mind.

His mom exchanged a look with his dad before speaking. “This again. Buck I know you mean well but…Well, it’s just… we thought you’d be more considerate about the impression you’re making, especially at family events.”

Buck felt a flare of anger pass through him like another bolt of lighting. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he demanded.

“I mean, we know it’s a trend nowadays to experiment and whatnot. We get that. You’re a grown up, you can do what you want. But to do it at your sister’s big day? And to say such things in front of such a young and impressionable child. Maybe it’s not the best idea.”

“Mom!” Maddie hissed out, shock evident in her expression.

Buck clenched his teeth, his anger bubbling up. “It’s not a trend or an experiment. Tommy and I are together. I am not about to hide him him in a closet to make you look good or whatever it is that you are trying to say. Besides, everyone knew and were fine with it.”

He looked at Maddie for help. There was only so many things he could say that were child appropriate.

Maddie gathered Jee-yun to help her with the shoes.

“We talked about this,” Maddie warned, flashing a look towards them.

His father’s expression changed into something unreadable, but his mother looked taken aback. “We didn’t mean—” she started, but Buck cut her off.

“Save it.”

The tension in the room was palpable as Buck stood his ground, his arms crossed defensively over his chest.

“Look Buck,” his father tried to cut in. “It’s just a lot to adjust to. We just need some time.”

“Adjust to what? You never gave a d-” Buck stopped himself, forcing himself to breathe in. “Cared who I dated before. Frankly it’s none of your business. You either deal with it or you don’t.”

Buck turned to Maddie, giving her a nod. “We’ll be back soon,” he said softly before turning to Jee-Yun. “Ready to go, sweetheart?”

Jee-Yun nodded, sensing the tension but eager to spend time with her uncle. Buck took her hand and walked out the door, leaving his parents in stunned silence.

Maddie followed them out to the car.

“Buck I’m so sorry. I tried to talk to them but you know how they are.” Maddie sighed, rubbing her forehead.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” Buck tried to offer her a smile. “Great people, not great parents right?”

“Even still, that was so uncalled for.” She mumbled, wrapping her arms around herself. A moment of silence fell on them as Buck strapped in Jee-yun.

“Wait, you called Tommy your boyfriend. So you guys are official?” Maddie asked smiling.

“Oh, uh not yet,” Buck rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “But I think I will ask. Soon.”

“You better. He is very cute and into you. Could barely keeps his eyes off you the entire time. Don’t screw it up.”

Buck chuckled, feeling a bit lighter. “Thanks, Maddie. I’ll try not to.”

________

Link to ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55256683/chapters/142681057

[ohbo-ohno]

🗑️ tentacle octopus monster/God Simon and scuba diver Johnny.

Johnny is down on his luck decides to visit the beach. Every weekend, he goes out there and searches under the waves for any kind of treasure, something he can sell for a quick buck or two, but the entire place is riddled with garbage: plastic bags, soda cans, he'll he even found toothbrushes.

So Johnny sets up a plan: clean up the beach. Sure, it's less profitable, but he's going to have to take out the trash before finding anything worthwhile underneath, he'll, he might even have his name on a local newspaper if he did a good job (I imagine Johnny craving praise like crazy, even if it's an obscure source like the newspaper or a headline that most people won't even read)

So he starts on the far side of the beach and slowly cleans up the sand, then he goes further under the water and cleans there too.

He notices that whenever he rescues animals caught in plastic, or picks up the metals lying on the local reef, the fish will sometimes crowd a few meters away to watch him. It's the cutest thing Johnny's ever seen, and it drives him to keep going.

Eventually, months have passed and it's gotten to the point where Johnny's having trouble finding anymore trash lying around. The fish are comfortable around him, and don't hesitate to swim towards him when they see him.

One day though, as he's lazily drifting on top of the small waves in the afternoon, he sees something approaching. He quickly ducks underwater to see what it is, and nearly sighs in relief at seeing the tiny seal swimming towards him.

It's fin is caught on a bag, with thin shoe strings tied around its neck. The poor thing. Johnny tries to get closer, but everytime he makes to approach, the seal moves away.

It gets to the point that Johnny has to grab his diving flippers from the sand and race back into the water to make sure the seal isn't gone.

It's there, watching him and as much as Johnny tries catching it, it dances away from his fingers every time.

He's so focused, that he fails to notices the change in scenery, the growing distance between the waves above and the earth below the water.

It's only when he catches the seal that he notices he doesn't know where he is. Worse yet, they're both swimming in fnt of a terrifyingly large cave, the mouth wide and gaping, only darkness within.

He quickly helps the seal, before letting it go. It swims away, but Johnny is too busy curiously heading towards the cave.

The inside of it is worn smooth by the waves, and it's completely submerged. Johnny decides to check it out for a bit, and once he's sure he's going to run out of air soon, he turns around and heads for the entrance, but tentacles grasp his ankles and drag him deeper within the depths. He struggles, but it's no use.

"Would you look at that." A deep voice resonates from the depths. "Are you the little human cleaning up my domain?"

Johnny hurriedly nods, not sure where this is going.

"Then I suppose my thanks are in order. I am Ghost, and you?"

Johnny can't respond, until the creature laughs at him. "Oh, I forgot." Suddenly, warmth burst onto Johnny's neck, and as he struggled in the creatures hold, suddenly able to breathe, though not by his mouth but through his... Gills?

And the darkness that swallowed his vision is gone, suddenly he can see clearly who is before him: a man from the hips up, and tentacles occupying the space below.

"Poor thing," it (he?) coos in a gravely voice. "You must have worked hard. As thanks, I will graciously allow you to bear my-

(I have no idea if oviposition is too much for you so just imagine Ghost says he's going to let Johnny get his cock which he does and promptly rocks his shit till Johnny passes out)

I have nothing to add to this but you should read Where Moonlight Meets the Sea for merman ghost x soap (not dark) and swimming with sharks for shark ghost x soap (quite dark)

[shannaraisles]

Still Yours - for @50sjello

For @50sjello, who has been incredibly patient - this has been sitting in my finished folder for almost a month, due to various of my own issues, but finally, here it is! Thank you so much, lovely!

Still Yours

The mood in the camp was ... awkward this morning, to say the least. It isn’t every night you wake up flooded with physical ecstasy, only to discover it isn’t actually yours, and you’re feeling it secondhand from the nominal leader of your group as they couple with a mindflayer in their shared dreamscape. Sylvana was fairly sure none of the party was ever going to look at them the same way again. 

“Well, that was quite the wet dream we all shared last night, wasn’t it?” Astarion declared in a surprisingly innocent display of avuncular good humour. “I do hope it doesn’t become a regular thing. I prefer my intimacies ... intimate.”

The look that flickered in the direction of a certain purple tent spoke volumes of both judgement and unexpected concern, underscored by the faintest hint of a smirking smile as Karlach took up the theme.

“Gods, I never want to look at another octopus ever again,” she said, shuddering as her flames intensified for a moment. “That was ... no. Nope, I am not thinking about it.”

“It was a very stimulating evening,” Shadowheart interjected, straightening from her morning stretch. “Who would have thought the Emperor would have such creativity when it came to such an unconventional coupling?”

Face flaming red, Sylvana focused on fastening their bedroll, trying to ignore the spirited debate now being undertaken by three members of their party, all of whom were dying in equally creative ways in the secret, hidden pathways of their mind. A prickle of fur brushed their calf, drawing their attention to the sharp eyes of a tressym standing entirely too close for comfort. Nothing can judge you for decisions made in the heat of the moment quite like a feline with a bone to pick. 

“Good night, was it?” Tara asked, and Sylvana only just suppressed the flinch at the ice in the tressym’s tone. 

The young rogue steeled themselves, setting down the bedroll to turn and face the closest thing to a mother Gale of Waterdeep had handy. Tara’s yellow eyes were hard in the morning stillness, more than a little resentment stirring within the magical feline for the harm done to her young Mr Dekarios in the night. Sylvana swallowed, taking a moment to clear their thoughts and their throat before addressing the acid remark.

“I know I have made a terrible mistake,” they informed Tara. “I know it’s worse because everyone is aware of it. But the shockwaves of that mistake are between myself and Gale, and while I appreciate that you love him and want only to protect him, he is a grown man and we should be able to discuss this like adults, without others inserting themselves into our dynamic.”

The tressym considered them for an excruciating moment, that sharpness in that gaze almost enough to draw blood. Then she ruffled her feathers, her tail rippling from straight to just slightly curved.

“Then I suggest you begin this adult discussion of yours,” she said primly. “Mr Dekarios is a great man, but when it comes to matters of the heart, he is a teenaged nightmare with all the social skills of an erotically charged goblin. Good luck to you.”

Even as Sylvana raised their brows at this rather brutal description of the man they loved, the two of them heard a choked objection abruptly cut off from within the tent. Ah. Well, that made sense of Tara’s comment on his emotional maturity in this matter. Apparently hiding in his tent and listening to everyone else was Gale’s idea of dealing with this. Sylvana could not entirely blame him. He must have decided he was being set aside yet again by the beloved of his heart, something he had still not truly come to terms with when it came to Mystra. 

With Tara flicking her tail and heading toward the campfire to ply her wiles on Wyll for breakfast, Sylvana straightened their shoulders and ducked through the thick purple fabric. Their eyes found Gale near instantly, stumbling back from the curtain they had just stepped through as though he had not expected them to make their entrance so soon after speaking with Tara. His eyes were red, betraying tears he would no doubt be horrified to know were so easily discerned in his weary face; his gaze pinned to Sylvana’s face with wide-eyed trepidation. 

Yet before Sylvana could so much as open their mouth, he held up a hand to still any words that might be said. 

“If this is to be the end of us, then land the blade sharply, I beg you,” he said, each word ringing with a certainty that could only have come from practice since he had woken. “No excuses, no softening of the blow. Tell me, once and for all, if this truly is the end of the love I have come to trust so wholly since we met.”

Sylvana narrowed their eyes slightly at these last words, not particularly liking the attempt at emotional manipulation but understanding that, as Tara said, he was emotionally an angsty teenager still. 

“It’s the last thing I want, Gale,” they said, voice trembling just a little now they were faced with the consequences of their curious interlude the night before. “But if we are to continue, we need to talk about what happened last night.”

“You chose to betray my trust with a mindflayer,” he snapped. “In a way that broadcast my humiliation to the entire camp, to these people who have become our - my - friends. People who know my history have seen me cast aside a second time, for what? For sport?” His gaze hardened as he stared at her, brows furrowing in pain. “Tell me it meant nothing.”

“I can’t do that.”

The answer was honest. And in all honesty, they could not blame him for the faint cry of misery that left his lips, the way his knees seemed to buckle and toss him down upon the makeshift bed he had not yet packed away. Sylvana forced themselves to step closer, to crouch, to kneel at his side, not daring to offer a touch in consolation. They only had words, but it was a language that this man certainly understood. 

“Let me tell you why,” they said, each word soft but firm in the pain-filled silence of the tent. “And when I am done, if you still wish nothing more to do with me, then I will accept that. I have wronged you, but not with malicious intent.”

Knees drawn to his chest, hands clasped and twisting anxiously together, Gale drew in a staggered breath, seeming to force away fresh tears as he nodded. Whatever else happened now, he needed to know. Taking the invitation, Sylvana twisted themselves to sit beside him on the padded bedroll, staring at the star-filled constellation of Mystra they had never once asked him to remove from his sleeping place. 

“I don’t know everything about you,” they began, careful to keep their tone light, conversational. No blame or implication of guilt; nothing to provoke an emotional reaction from him. “I don’t know every fleeting thought that pulses through your mind; every impulse you restrain, every judgement you make on those we pass by or interact with. I only see what you choose to show me, and I love every part of that man, even the parts you are perhaps ashamed of.”

They felt him shudder beside them, felt the unspoken acknowledgement that no mortal truly knew another in the way they were describing. Felt the realisation of where this was going even before they continued to explain. 

“The Emperor knows everything about me,” they told him. “All of it. Not just what I choose to show, but everything I intentionally hide. Every unkind thought, every urge toward pain and destruction, everything that I know would sour the affection of the people I love toward me ... it knows all of it. Can you truly blame me for doing as I did, at a moment when I felt seen in a way no one has ever seen me before? For just those few moments, I could finally understand why you remain so devoted, so loyal, so tender toward Mystra. She knows you, the way he knows me. And yes, perhaps I wanted to even the score in that regard. Perhaps I knew it would hurt you, the way it hurts me each time you say her name with such fondness. The way it hurts to have to see her celestial face each time I come to you in privacy. But am I so unforgivable?”

There was a long silence, still wracked with pain but now peppered with understanding, the words he loved and needed so much guiding him down the path to truly understanding the why of what had gone before. 

“It felt ... clinical, to me,” he said finally, his tone calm, almost detached. “I could feel your curiosity, your physical pleasure. Where was your heart, Sylvana?”

“In your hands. Always.”

They felt him suck in a breath, a sudden change in the turmoil radiating from him softening to their words as this commitment was made. A moment later, his fingers found theirs, hesitant but warm, daring to cross the divide between them. 

“Had it been me in your place,” he said, each word tremulous but firm, “I do not think I could have gone through with it. Not that the temptation would not have been great, but ... I have been set aside by those I adore too often to willingly do it to another. To you.”

For the first time since waking, Sylvana felt the shard of pain they had been holding at bay slice deep. They knew this, of course they did. Some things could not be retracted or forgotten. But perhaps they could be forgiven?

Gale’s fingers tightened about theirs, drawing their palm to rest over his heart. 

“My heart is yours,” he said, whispering painfully into the stillness. “Still yours. Always yours.”

Sylvana tilted their head toward him, finally finding his eyes on them with the by now familiar adoration back where it had always been. An adoration that was now just a touch guarded, but still there.

“Can we come back from this?” they asked, eyes burning with the urge for tears they did not feel they had earned the right to shed. “Can you forgive me my weakness?”

His brow pressed to theirs, and they shuddered together, each one fighting back those tears, knowing that such a display here and now would do neither of them any good. Hands gripped hands, breath mingled in staggering gusts, both wizard and rogue breathing together to eradicate the harsh reality of their painful morning. 

“If you can forgive me for mine,” Gale said finally, lifting his eyes to theirs. “I have held onto the memory of her affection when I should have given you all of my focus. I swear this to you, my beloved heart, I will let her go. And when the time comes that the Emperor has no further need of us, I will stand by your side as you let him go.”

The relief was palpable - audible, even, as they heard Astarion suddenly declare that the fun he had been expecting wasn’t even going to start now. Sylvana let out a rueful laugh, joined by a wry chuckle from Gale as they wrapped themselves in each other’s arms, squeezing close to chase away the last of the uncertainty the morning had wrought.

“As long as you are mine, I could face anything at your side,” Gale murmured, at last pressing a tender kiss to his lips. 

“I’m yours,” was their answer, heartfelt and unshakeable. “I’m still yours.”

[emo-gremlin]

Hey, you're cool! *hands you more MFN as memes/vines*

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Lenard: what's cooler than being cool?

Gordon: financial stability

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Lilianna: an octopus is just a wet spider

Ricky: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

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Lenard: SOMEBODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORLD WAS GONNA-

George: end on December 21, 2012. I bought all this fucking pasta as a way to celebrate the end of the world and now I'm $10,000 in debt, my taxi got towed and I have wet pasta everywhere in my house

Lenard: ...I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed

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Ricky: swear words are illegal now, say one and you'll be fined

Handy: heck

Ricky: you're on thin fucking ice

Ricky: oh no

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Lenard: what if mayonnaise came in cans?

Lilianna: that would suck because you can't microwave metal...

Noir: *walking by drinking coffee* good morning to everyone except you people

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Noir: anyone wanna get into an argument with me?

Ricky: ok cream cheese isn't that good

Noir: I was kidding but you know what fuck you for real

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Unfriendly Lenard: I hate being high, why I hear footsteps?

Craig: are you walking?

Unfriendly Lenard: oh shit

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Junebug: vanilla soy latte is just 3 bean soup

Gordon: why must you do this at 5am

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George: a haiku for the bus drive who deliberately cut me off

George: *clears throat*

George: I swear to God bruh, let me catch you in the streets, bruh I swear to God

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Unfriendly Lilianna: I find the fact I will never experience a sword fight in my entire life terribly tragic

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Lenard: sorry, liberals, there's only 0 genders

Junebug: there's one gender ad we have to share

Craig: Gordon said its my turn on the gender

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Norman: I wanna jump off a building and not die. Just relieve stress by slamming into the sidewalk and then get up and go get a slurpee or something

Ricky: Norman are you ok

Norman: no ❤️

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Norman: *screams into jar* everything is fine :)

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Gordon: I saw your last report card

Noir: *not even looking up from his phone* congrats you can see

Gordon: oh so you wanna be smart?

Noir: that's why I go to school

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Gordon: hey Junebug how are you today?

Junebug: I swallowed a golf ball!

Gordon: uh- are you ok?

Junebug: I can't poop! :D

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Ricky: hey Lillianna

Lillianna: can you get in the oven and clean it?

Ricky: bye Lillianna

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Junebug: if it weren't illegal I would eat cereal for every meal of the day

Gordon: I have some wonderful news for you

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Gordon: Noir asked everyone at dinner what color Norman's new shirt was. After we all said grey, he turned to him and said, "Now tell them what color you think it is." And Norman just quietly replied, "Dark white."

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Lilianna: Lasagna is just spaghetti flavored cake

Fritz: I will pay you money to never speak again

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George: fellas is it gay to fall in love with another man and spend your life with him

Gordon: that is the literal definition of gay

George: :0

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Gordon: *texting the puppets* At airport! Bye guys! Love ya to the moon and back, you're the best! Bust a nut!

Noir: I'm not sure Gordon knows what that means

Tax: I Physically cannot breathe

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Lilianna: God released me into the wild and now he's hunting me for sport

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Fritz: where can I order a pretty face

George: from your mirror

Tax: WHEN DID EVERYONE IN THIS HELL STUDIO BECOME SMOOTH AF

Lenard: 2023: the year the Neighborhood learned how to flirt

Norman: oh my

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Noir: 1 universe, 9 planets, 7 seas, 7 continents, 809 islands, 204 countries, and I had the unfortunate luck of meeting you

Tax: THERE ARE 8 PLANETS YOU UNCULTURED SWINE

Noir: VIVA LA PLUTO FUCK YOU

Gordon: I'm pretty sure 'viva la Pluto fuck you' is the best sentence I've ever heard

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Craig, Fritz and UF Fritz belong to: @gayfraggle

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Beating the odds

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Down the length of the trench a portion of the wall collapsed. The unlucky soldier who had been standing under it let out a momentary scream before the dirt swallowed him. Marty watched the whole sad event unfold from his dugout but didn’t move an inch to help the poor bastard.

Even though the plasma caster shells exploding around him could easily wipe out his dugout it still afforded him a slightly better chance of surviving the barrage. If he went out to help dig out the soldier who just went under he’d either be cut down by a stray piece of flying shrapnel or have half his face burnt off from the explosive heat.

Instead he pulled out a smoke and lit it while he reached down for his book he had been reading before the bombardment had begun. He grunted in dismay as he couldn’t remember where he left off and just picked a random page to continue from.

“How can you possibly read at a time like this?”

Marty looked up and saw the unfortunate face of the “comrade” he was sharing his dugout with.

Kimp was Clugite and Marty never fully felt comfortable around him. His species was essentially similar to an octopus but with extended tentacles that ran as long as the average humans height. They used these tentacles to operate mechanized suits which made them appear almost humanoid in shape. Granted Kimp’s head was housed in an essential fish bowl of reinforced semic glass, but the rest looked humanoid.

Marty shrugged. “If I have to stop reading every time they start shelling us I’m never going to finish this book.”

Kimp looked at him as the bubbles sputtered around his head. He still couldn’t figure out their facial expressions but after nearly three months he felt he could almost tell that Kimp was looking at him angrily.

“Do you not think there are more important matters to be attending to?”

Sighing, Marty didn’t even look up from his book as he said “We can die any moment; might as well be doing something remotely enjoyable.”

Kimp looked at Marty in disbelief for a time before the thudding of the shells made him curl up in his bowl and move the mechanical suit deeper into the dugout.

The Clugite colony of Himbaro II had been invaded by the neighboring species called the Fagaulry, a militant and honor bound society that claimed the colony trespassed on sacred Fagaulry grounds dating back millennia. Safe to say the Clugite lacked a sufficient military to hold back the Fagaulry for long, but they did hold them just long enough for their diplomats to reach out to their old allies in the human federation. Now Marty and about a hundred thousand other soldiers were manning defenses across the entire planet trying to fight off a Fagaulry invasion force.

“You know what’s going to happen after this shelling is done.” He remarked dryly as Marty flipped another page and smirked at his octivian friend. “They’re going to come rushing out of their trenches and try and stab us with their fancy cultural sticks.”

“They’re called “Tash’va Staffs”.” Kimp corrected, but Marty snorted.

“They can call them whatever they want,” he said, “at the end of the day they’re still sharpened sticks with metal tips on the ends.”

Another shell landed close to the pair and the dugout shook. A few handfuls of dirt came loose and spilled over between the two. The pair watched the dirt for a moment fearing it would be another cave in, but when none came they resumed their conversation.

“Why the hell are they using sticks anyway? They have plasma rifles, snipers, and plasma shells; but when they’re running over here they always use those goddamn stupid sticks?”

“The Fagaulry believe that when close quarters combat is intended no other weapon but their staffs should be used.” Kimp commented as if he was reading it from a book.

Marty shook his head in disbelief. “How these stupid mud farmers ever got off their planet to make an empire is beyond me.” Before Kimp could comment on how that exactly happened, the shelling ceased leaving only the deafening sound of silence.

“Maybe they won’t come this time.” Kimp said quietly. Marty smiled to himself as he slowly set down his book and reached over to lay a hand on his rifle. “God bless your infernal optimism.” Marty remarked as he made a quick inspection of his weapon, confirming that the previous shelling hadn’t damaged it.

“All soldiers man your trenches.” Came the announcement over the subnet. “Repeat, all forces man the trenches; prepare to repel enemy advance.”

Before the transmission had even ended the pair was sprinting out of their dugout. Kimp’s mechanical body slid in the muddy confines of the trench but he was able to use his arms to steady himself against the walls. Marty glided over the mud with his combat boots like a figure skater over ice. He had been roused enough times to learn how to move through the mud without being dragged down by it.

All around them Human and Clugite soldiers were pouring out of their own dugouts and taking up positions. In the trenches that had been damaged by the shelling the soldiers crawled over them rather than trying to simply sprint over, just in case snipers were still watching the trenches.

Marty passed by a heavy weapons team throwing off a tarp and hefting their automatic canister cannon into place. One of the loaders stood up too high and was met with a sniper shot that grazed the top of their helmet. They collapsed to the ground in shock while the rest of the crew just laughed and hefted the shaking man back up.

Kimp finally made it to the front trenches and took up his position. Marty was already at the post slapping in a fresh power pack into his rifle.

“What you think our chances are coming out of this one alive?” Marty asked his aquatic compatriot as he joined him on the line. Kimp thought for a moment before answering “I apologize, but I would say less than 17% of both of us surviving.”

To Kimp’s surprise this made Marty laugh and pat Kimp’s metal body on the shoulder. “Them some steep odds my friend,” he said as he took a gander out into no man’s land, “but I always thought of myself as a man who could beat any odds.”

Unlike standard shells, the plasma shells the Fagaulry used flash burned the ground with each impact. This resulted in any rock shards thrown up into the air from the initial impact of the shell to be instantly transformed into shards of glass like material. This resulted in the space comprising no man’s land to appear as a shining forest of light that made your eyes hurt if you looked at it too long.

Marty pulled out a set of special goggles and took another look and saw what he had been dreading.

There, across the now glistening realm of light was a massed horde of Fagaulry soldiers pouring over their trenches and rushing forward across no man’s land.

“Here they come!”

Marty shouted as he pulled his rifle up and began taking pot shots at the rushing wave of enemies. The energy bursts pierced through the shimmering fields but he couldn’t tell if he was hitting anything. In that instance the entire line opened up as well and a wall of gunfire erupted from the first trenches. The combined firepower burned through the crystals still hovering in the air and the blinding light that had been there before was swept away.

Energy shots hit the Fagaulry soldiers head on but their personal shields flared up and surrounded them in a dome of blue energy sending the energy shots ricocheting wildly. They let out a deafening war cry and as one they increased their pace across no man’s land like a living tide.

Heavy weapons from the second trenches finally were ready and joined the chorus of destruction from the first trench. The canister shots hit Fagaulry soldiers square in the chest and popped their shields like a bubble. Fagaulry’s had less than a second to look surprised before the standard energy bursts tore into them leaving their body to fall lifelessly to the ground; their remains turned to a pink paste beneath the Fagaulry soldiers charging behind them.

Less than thirty seconds had passed and the enemy wave had already made it half way across no man’s land. Kimp pulled a fresh power pack out for his rifle and saw Marty deactivating his weapons long range functions and switching it over to close quarters mode. A small beam of constant blue energy emerged from the barrel of the rifle and Kimp marveled at how it had become an elaborate spear capable of cutting through a starship hull.

The first Fagaulry soldier took the pair by surprise. While Kimp had watched Marty convert his weapon one of them had leapt into the trench and landed between the pair. Before it had even hit the ground the Fagaulry was swinging his weapon at Kimp intent to decapitate the Clugite in one savage blow.

Kimp backed up to put some distance between the two of them but slid on the mud floor of the trench. As he fell to the ground the Fagaulry blade passed mere inches from his domed head. Kimp rolled on the ground avoiding several follow up strikes before a bright energy blade pierced the Fagaulry soldier’s chest.

Marty was standing behind the Fagaulry with the barrel of his weapon pressed right against the warriors back with the blade easily carving through their insides. The Fagaulry looked down at the energy blade in disbelief and tried to free themselves from it by grabbing it with their bare hands. No sooner had their fingers touched the energy blade did they melt away like putty and Marty pulled his weapon upwards nearly carving the alien in two from the torsos up.

As the Fagaulry collapsed to the ground Marty held out a hand for Kimp to grab which he did so gratefully. “Thank you,” he began, “I was afraid they had me-‘

Kimp saw Marty’s eyes go wide in shock as he was pulled the Clugite up; as if he saw something in the reflection of his domed head. With great effort Kimp felt Marty pull hard on Kimp’s arm and all but fling him upwards while he turned to the side. Kimp wondered why his comrade would do such a strange maneuver when the Fagaulry blade pierced through the mechanical chest.

Kimp looked up to see the satisfied look of a Fagaulry soldier still holding the ceremonial weapon embedded in his chest. It tried to retrieve its weapon but found it stuck within the complex mechanical body of Kimp’s suit. It grabbed the weapon with both hands and tore it from Kimp’s ruined body and the Clugite collapsed to the ground like a puppet whose strings were cut.

Kimp’s eyes went wide as the displays for life support began flashing red. The internal damage had caused the power supply to be cut and he only had a few moments of reserve power left. The alien looked up and saw the Fagaulry preparing to finish him off when Marty came forward and stabbed the Fagaulry in the right arm.

The enemy soldier roared out in pain as Marty amputated its arm at the shoulder before swinging the energy blade around and decapitating it in an instant.

“Why….did…you….” Kimp’s broken voice box stammered as more and more systems lost power.

Marty looked away from his fresh kill as the trench devolved into a brutal close quarters brawl. He glanced down for a moment at what had once been his friend and shrugged.

“I told you I was a man who could beat the odds.”

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Slipping Under

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: E

Contents: Rape/Non-con, Octopus!Shigaraki, Panther!Dabi, shifter AU, no quirks AU, non-human genitalia, tentacle dicks, tentacle rape, oviposition, paralytics, mindbreak/Stockholm Syndrome, drowning, physical abuse, threats of violence, double penetration, orgasm delay/denial, prostate milking, loss of virginity, forced feminization, face fucking, cum swallowing, creampie, breeding kink (no mpreg), infertility, egg birth, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, anal gaping, praise kink, captor/captive romance, twisted and fluffy feelings, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

You can also read on AO3 here!

Word Count: 14859

The forest burning was not his fault. He was given an entire mountain range to patrol on his own, and the fact that the small group of mortal warriors had even made it to him was evidence that someone else was not doing their job. But when the torch fell, when the brush caught before Dabi could stop it in favor of making sure there were no survivors to bring back to the edge of their civilization, he had expected to die a hero. His father had him treated, but only to bring him to trial for failure to uphold his duties. He was stripped of his clan, renamed for the fire that had destroyed so much of the mountainside, and exiled. 

Six months since then, six months of pain and wandering. Six months since he could shift fully, sleep comfortably, fill his stomach. And Dabi is tired. When he finds a river he can fish he nearly sobs his relief. Chasing down prey has been nearly impossible with his skin still stapled together, but fishing, that is waiting and striking once. He finds a place along the bank, drinks deeply, and then waits. 

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For three days he is able to feed himself, sleeping in the tall plants, trying to give his exhausted body the time it needs to heal. He doesn't see any other shifters, though other animals come to drink from the river. None that pose him any threat though and he is determined to stay here until he is able to shift again. 

On the forth day as he watches the water move languidly, he sees a faint shadow much further down the river. He sniffs, turning his attention to it. Another panther? He can't smell it if it is. Maybe a larger fish? He starts to move carefully in that direction. He'll stay on the bank, but he would like to know if something has come to invade his little place of peace. He isn't sure if he's prepared for a fight, but he can try. He doesn't see the shadow anymore, but as he goes along the bank he notices that the water gets much deeper. He can't see the bottom anymore, a darker blue here that he thinks means it's likely deep enough to dive into.

Deeper enough that he imagines larger fish will probably be able to swim through this area and his stomach growls. The smaller ones he's been able to catch are good, but he would love to get something large enough to put a stone in his gut, something to fill him so that he can go and fins a tree to sleep in for the rest of the day. That would be possibly the best thing that could happen today. He lingers on the bank and waits. 

The sun is just starting to dye the land in shades of golden light when he sees a bigger shadow moving beneath the water. He can't tell what kind of fish it is, but he doesn't care, it's large enough that he knows it will be a good meal. He moves up to the very edge of the bank, ready to catch it as it moves closer to the surface, and Dabi realizes that the long shape might actually be an eel or a snake. He starts to retreat, but movement catches his attention out of the corner of his eye and terror spikes through his veins. 

The octopusfolk had tucked his torso and other limbs up against the crevasse of rock along the embankment, and as Dabi moves in so close to the edge of the water, he strikes. Dabi tries to move, he tries to scratch out at him with his claws, but there are too many limbs wrapping like mortal steel shackles around his limbs, his neck, his waist, and before he can even let out a yowl, he is being pulled into the river. 

He tries to thrash as the water rushes into his nose and over his eyes, managing to only get a bit of it uncomfortably into his throat from his surprise before he holds his breath as best he can as panic surges through him. He opens his mouth to snap at the limbs holding him, but that just makes the tentacle tighten so sharply around his neck that the blood flow is crushed as surely as his breath would have been, making dark spots bloom across his vision. He tries again anyway. This creature will either drown him or break his neck if he doesn't fight back. The tentacles wrench his arms behind his back at a hard angle that nearly make him cry out. He's dizzy from the pain more so than the loss of oxygen so far. 

It takes him a second through that haze to realize that they are moving through the murky water. The octopus is swimming upstream, far past where Dabi has ever traveled before. Dragging him back to his den to eat, he guesses and tries to pull out of the impossibly tight embrace again. If anything that only makes his lungs ache more, the pressure building and building like he's burning again as his his chest starves for air. He fights the crushing darkness that is moving in along the edges of his eyes, the screaming terror in his mind, the tight grip on his limbs. He survived alone when so many humans came to destroy their home. He survived being burned and exiled from his community, surely there is a way for him to survive this. 

As the water finally fills his mouth again and his vision goes dark, he thinks that will be his last thought before he dies.

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He wakes up, drenched, his throat and nose burning, and on a different embankment. He coughs, trying to clear that horrible ache from his throat and chest, and tries to get his limbs under him. His whole body feels weak, and his limbs ache sharply from being restrained, but he manages to push himself up from the stones and sand and take in his surroundings. He's... in a mountain? Maybe? He's not certain. He just knows that he's surrounded on all sides by tall stone walls, tapering up to about a hundred feet until he can see the sky above. All around him, in maybe eighty feet of space, brush and only a single large tree growing up towards the light, sits around the semicircular pool of water that must lead from the river into this grotto or sorts. 

He starts to push himself off of the ground and away from the water, not eager to go near that for the moment as he tries to shake the terror of drowning. Not a moment too soon as the octopus's head breaches the slight ripples of the pond. Long white hair drips across his face, and in the water around his shoulders. There's a strange texture around his lips and eyes which shine as bright as blood, set into a pale face. Scars litter his face, over one eye, slashed across his lip, and spilling down to the bare bits of his shoulders that Dabi can see above the water. 

His throat is still aching, but he bares his teeth and tries to growl anyway. The sound rattles out of him shakily, and the octopus doesn't look intimidated in the slightest. 

"You were fishing my river." 

"It's a river, no one owns it." He snaps right back. The creature's voice isn't any deeper than his own, but there's a raspy quality to it that makes his fur stand on end. His teeth are more needle-like as his mouth opens around his words, but they're still sharp. Definitely could take a chunk out of him and it's a miracle that he hadn't tried that already. 

"This is my river, hadn't you noticed that no other creatures came to drink in it, or fish nearby? Have you ever even seen a bird fly overhead?" 

Dabi bristles. No. He had been grateful for that at the time, so nervous about getting into a fight while he was still healing, that he had just taken it as a rare stroke of good luck. "...I'm not from here." 

"Clearly. But that doesn't excuse theft. I have killed every creature who dared be as bold as you." The octopus's head tilts slightly. "But you've made this mistake at an interesting time, so I'll offer you a choice: I can kill you, like I have all of the others, or you will remain here for... four months. You will be mine for that time and I will care for you, and assist you in leaving this place when that time is finished." 

"Why the fuck would I agree to any of that and not just kill you?" 

"Because even if you were to get the upper hand in a fight against me," and Dabi bristles as the creature's eyes drag over him to find the scars and sutures keeping his skin in place. "You won't be able to escape. No land-born creature has ever been able to hold their breath long enough to find the entrance to this grotto, and the walls are too sheer for any to climb. Even if you killed me, you would starve or drown alone in here." His voice is too calm and even, too sure. It makes Dabi's skin crawl and a hollowness fill his gut. 

"...Why are those the only two options? I didn't know the river was your territory. I know now. You could just let me leave and I won't ever fish it again." 

"And what would stop you from thinking that maybe, some other time, that you could get away with just a sip, just a bite, here or there? Surely you could manage that, since I cannot possibly monitor the entire length of it at all times. No. Those who violate my territory die. You are being given one exception." 

"...There's nothing to eat here." 

"I will feed you." 

Dabi looks up at the top of the cavern again, at the single tree that grows up towards that light, at the water that is so deep, even only a yard and a half from the bank he's on, that he cannot see the octopus's dark limbs beneath the surface.

"...Four months?"

"Four months. You will belong to me, panther." And there is a warning in that tone, but it was the same warning that came with the knowledge he will die here otherwise even if he refuses.

"...Fine." 

"Come here." The octopus swims along the bank, further along the curve of it and Dabi hesitantly stands and follows him. 

He's lead to a place that might be a bed or sorts for the creature. It's a pool of water, made by building up rocks to dam in about a foot of water, moss grown in thick layers over the bottom and up the sides where the sand does not touch. The octopus pulls himself into it and Dabi realizes that he's even larger than he thought he was, his tentacles easily as long as Dabi himself is tall. His arms and chest are also heavily scared with his fingers ending in wicked black talons that curve off of his nailbeds. Dabi has not often felt disconcerted around other predators, but this creature makes an instinctive fear shudder down his spine. Seafolk don't normally make their homes this far inland, and his alien form makes something in him want to run very, very far away as quickly as possible. 

"What should I call you?" He doesn't even know if seafolk have names like theirs. 

"It's rude to ask for a name without offering one yourself. Though I'm not certain why I'm surprised given you had no qualms about stealing from me." 

"I didn't know," he snaps, his cheeks going hot with his frustration and shame. The octopus looks entirely unimpressed and unmoved by the outburst. "...Dabi." 

"For now, all you need to know is that I am your master, and you can address me as such." 

"Fuck you." He would never say that his mouth gets him out of trouble nearly half as often as it gets him into it, but he knows before the last syllable has even left his lips that he should not have said the first. 

The octopus bares his teeth with an angry chitter, three of those long, inky tentacles reaching out and lashing tight around his ankles, his waist, a wrist, and yanking. He can't even try to dig his heels into the bank because he is startlingly certain that if he did his arm would get dislocated in the process. His center of gravity shifts sharply, and he's torn from the bank and into the pool, his feet splash in and Dabi's pulse spikes sharply with his fear as he tumbles, terrified that he will fall back and crack his head open on some of the rocks built up around the edge, but there are more tentacles, around his chest, catching his other wrist, wrapping tight around his throat, the skin slick and cold like a fish. His back hits soft algae, and then the creature is right in his face, those bright red eyes furious and his teeth bared. Dabi tries to growl right back, but the sound is shaky even to his own ears as his arms are pined beneath him painfully and the weight of this creature over him, the sharpness of his talons as he is free to scratch them over Dabi's scalp as he knots one hand roughly into the tangle of his hair between his ears and pulls hard enough that Dabi knows some of his hair must be torn out, make his display much more frightening. 

"You are going to learn your place if you want to survive this." 

"Fuck, let go!"

"You do not make demands of me, kitten." Dabi lets out a feline yowl as the hand pulls harder, as the tentacles wrench his limbs to sharper angles and put pain on his joints that threatens to break them, that threaten to pull his skin free of the sutures.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" It's an old panic, an ingrained one from living with his father who's temper could turn on a dime and where submission, apologies, pleading, were sometimes the only way that the pain of the beatings, or at least the duration of them would lessen. "I'm sorry--Master! Please!" It's a panic that makes his already aching chest feel like it's going to collapse in on itself. Spirits of the earth, what did he submit himself to? 

"That's better, if you manage to be good, then I'll let you eat tonight before you sleep." 

Dabi whimpers as his hair is let go of, but his limbs aren't released. The octopus is just moving his hands to catch his waist, forcing him onto his stomach, making sure that his chin is resting just barely above the waterline in the pool, an achingly uncomfortable scrap of safety between breath and being dragged just low enough to drown in the shallowest part of the water. He holds still, his tail flicking with his agitation, but he doesn't dare say a word after just two put him in this position. 

"Much better, kitten." One of his hands moves along Dabi's back, sharp claws a bare prickle against his skin as he finds the seam that cuts across his back. "You're already so damaged," The words sting almost as sharply as the tight grip holding both of his wrist tight to the small of his back do. "If I'm not careful you'll break before I even make proper use of you. That would be a shame, but I think I will remember to be careful if you remember to behave. Do you think that sounds fair, kitten?" The words are soft and light compared to his anger, but that tone of threat is still laced through each one. 

"Yes, Master." His voice is thin with his fear. 

"That's a good girl." 

Dabi flinches, and then winces as the tentacles holding his limbs tighten a little more. "I--I'm not a girl," He vaguely knows that seafolk can be strange when it comes to their genders and sex, but he didn't know it was so different that the octopus would mistake him for--

"You will be for me, at least until my mating season is over." A new sound in the octopus's voice, something lower and rumbling almost like a purr, as his hands move to the fabric slung around Dabi's waist. It's just a strip of cloth, just the bare minimum for modesty, but nothing that would impede him if he shifted fully, if he still could when his skin is so damaged. Now it's pushed up and Dabi tries to twist away, only for his body to be pulled down, the other hand pushing his face into the water and holding him there. His whole body wants to thrash harder, but Dabi holds his breath and forces himself still. The creature keeps him there as he tears the fabric from around his waist and palms his ass, holds him under until Dabi's lungs are burning for the second time today, and only lets go of his head when he feels his body starting to give aborted little twitches to be free. 

As soon as he can, Dabi pulls his head up and gasps for breath, trying to get enough to take away the dark spots that are flickering across his vision. But even desperately trying to suck in as much air as he can, Dabi can't ignore one of those icy, slick appendages slipping between his cheeks as a hand grabs one and holds him open for it, talons biting stinging pricks into his skin. 

"Don't--" 

"You don't tell me what to do, kitten, or do you need another reminder so soon?" 

Dabi whimpers, "Please," 

"Better," the octopus drags the tip of his tentacle over Dabi's hole, the feeling of it sharply unpleasant, so cold and strangely slick with something that certainly feels thicker than the water he thought was giving it the texture. He's never had someone touch him there, always far too busy with his duties to pursue a mate of any gender, but he understand what this means. Why the octopus would bother to give him an option of living in the first place. "Since this is the first time," Dabi's gut is hollow with his terror, his helplessness as he is held prone beneath this creature. "You can plead all you want, kitten. You can beg me to stop, tell me if it hurts, and as long as you don't move away, or try to use those sharp teeth or claws, then I'll let you. But if you misbehave, I'm going to break your arms and jaw. Am I clear?" He punctuates the question by bringing the fine tip of his tentacle to his hole and prodding harshly at the tight ring of muscles, trying to force them open as Dabi's whole body only goes even tighter with his fear. 

He can't help it when his response is as much a sob as it is words, "Yes, Master." 

"Good girl." 

The tears burn and ache as they slip across his cheeks and Dabi is even more sharply confused because the sand turns red where they drip off of his face. It takes him a moment to realize, "I'm bleeding." 

The octopus chuffs. "I've barely touched you, don't be so dramatic. But you will if you don't relax for me." The tentacle presses more firmly against his center, the tip is so thin that it manages to press just inside and Dabi yelps. 

"N-No! My, my face. There's blood, please!" He doesn't know what exactly he's hoping for. If the creature is willing to mate him after breaking his limbs, he doubts bleeding will really make it stop. But the octopus does growl lowly in his throat before easing up on his body a bit. Enough so that Dabi can turn his face back a bit to him. 

The annoyance on the monster's face turns to some amount of surprise, an alien-sounding chitter slipping out of his throat as his free hand moves to catch some of the tears, the blood, slipping down his cheeks. "Oh, kitten, I think your eyes are as damaged as the rest of you." His thumb strokes up beneath his eye, talon dangerously close to the soft organ and Dabi whimpers. 

The temptation to bite his wrist is enormous, but he restrains himself with another soft sob. A broken jaw is a death sentence, a slow and painful one by starvation, and if not that, without healers, if he did manage to survive, he may never hunt for himself again, would never be able to adequately defend himself either. It would be a half life of him barely limping along until hunger or a worse predator or human killed him. He's already broken, he can't imagine being that. 

"It's alright, they're still such a pretty color." And the tone is a little more gentle than it was before. But the thought of a possible reprieve is barely a flicker on the edge of his mind before the tentacle starts to stroke just inside of him. Dabi shakes his head weakly, words caught in his throat. "It will feel good if you let it, kitten." Not even the barest flicker of mercy in his tone, or his actions as he starts to rub more insistently just inside, trying to work his muscles open. 

The appendage is slick, slicker than it was even before, even through the water that is up to his waist as his body is moved to the creature's preferences, though he allows is head to stay above the pool this time. The slickness drips inside of him, spreading that wetness around and Dabi whimpers as he feels his muscles starting to tingle. It's a strange sensation, not numb, not painful, not even just the pressure of having something trying to get inside. It's something he's never felt before and it makes his tail flick and his breathing hitch. 

The octopus sees his moving tail and curls a hand around the base, stroking his thumb over where his fur meets his skin and Dabi yelps, his whole body jolting in the tight grip. "Don't, please!" Terror in his throat as he thinks the appendage is going to be torn away. But the hand just tightens and strokes, somewhere else Dabi hasn't ever had a touch before and he's shuddering and whimpering as his muscles loosen involuntarily because that... feels good. He whimpers again as the tentacle takes that split second of reprieve to push in deeper, easily two inches inside of him now, and the taper starts to thicken. And that motion forces the muscles even wider, the tentacle stronger than his body, holding him open as the octopus chitters low in his ear as he leans in to lick away the bloody tears still slipping down his cheeks. 

"That's it baby girl, open up for me." 

Another thin sob slips from his throat as the tentacle moves deeper, stroking inside of him and it's so chilled against his burning insides that he can feel each movement of it, each flickering press of suckers inside of him as it rubs and crooks. That tingling that was going through him starts to spread through his legs, up his abdomen and into his tail. It's with another fearful cry that Dabi realizes that he can't move at all from the waist down, even if he can still feel the tentacles moving over his skin. 

"I--I can't--" 

"Already? Good." Dabi yowls as with that confirmation, the tentacles go from restraining his legs to spreading them open wider, one thick coil of his limb going beneath his pelvis and pulling him up a bit more so that he's presenting for the other and ready to be mounted. Dabi bites his lip hard to keep from crying out as shame spills through his body, but that doesn't mean that the octopus can't feel it himself. "Oh, kitten, you like it this much?" As the tentacle moves more deliberately under his pelvis, moves so that it can cup his half-hard cock and balls between his suckers. 

Dabi shakes his head weakly, words failing him, but there's no hiding away from the sour pleasure that's starting to stoke through him as one sucker presses to his head like a fluttering mouth and starts to kiss and pull at him there. He whimpers, wanting to squirm away, but he can't move at all, even as the tentacles that were restraining his arms let go as well, their grip not needed anymore as whatever the octopus has done to make his muscles weak spreads through the rest of his body. 

The octopus hums and fucks his tentacle deeper into his body, thickening the length of it until Dabi's muscles are burning with the stretch, and it puts a pressure on something inside of him. Something that makes pleasure jolt along his nerves and makes his cock thicken the rest of the way as a broken moan bubbles out of his throat. "That's it, baby girl. I told you it would feel good. Can't even pretend you don't want it anymore." He murmurs, words cut through with a constant chittering purr. His mouth galls to the back of Dabi's neck, pressing soft kisses there as he strokes his cock and his insides so firmly in the same move. It feels good and Dabi is sick to his stomach with that. 

"No, please, I don't, please, stop, please," he pleads with another sob, trying to fight away the paralytic that is holding him down. 

"You don't want it?" He fucks into him again roughly, making sure to seal a sucker over that spot inside of him and giving a hard pull that nearly makes Dabi's vision white out as he screams as his cock aches from how blinding that burst of pleasure is. "This doesn't feel good, baby? You don't want to cum with my cocks inside of you?" 

It's hard to focus as a sweat breaks out across his body as he is rendered so helpless beneath the creature. He can barely manage it, but his muscles move just enough for the slightest shake of his head as he cries. 

"Alright, kitten, you won't then." And the tentacle beneath his pelvis shifts. The thinnest part of it, another joining, reach between his legs and wrap firmly around the base of his cock and his balls, not quite causing pain, but applying a choking pressure to him there that he's never felt before. The tentacle inside him retreats, slithering out of him and coiling wetly against his thigh so that he can move a hand to his ass instead. His thumb strokes around his rim, humiliating Dabi with how wide he can feel that he's been stretched. "There, just wide enough to fit, and so much easier than I was expecting. I didn't even have to break you." 

There's shifting in the water that he hates, that fills him with fear as the monster presumably readies his cock to push inside. Dabi strains his vision, trying to see over his shoulder, one cheek pressed firmly to the sand, and watches with horror as two new tentacles crawl out from underneath the spill of the others. These are different, both as stark white as his hair, and neither having suckers until about halfway along their lengths, but one has a wider, diamond-shaped head that curves inwards slightly like a spoon, and the other has a more bulbous tip. And they're both huge. The same size as the rest of his tentacles. He hears the octopus groan softly as they come out from beneath him, dripping and rubbing against one another before they start to reach for him like the others have. 

"Stop, please! Please, they won't fit--!" He cries out as his tail is tugged on as the octopus gives him a warning snarl. "Please, Master, please don't," he corrects with a sob, even though he knows the words are falling on deaf ears. The diamond-shaped head presses against him first, drenching his hole with its slick as it dips just inside before pulling out, until there is so much slick that Dabi can feel it rolling down his balls. "Master," he sounds breathless, his eyes burning with tears, his face hot with his humiliation, and a horrible ache making itself know in his cock as the head starts to push all the way inside, the widest part of it making him stretch again. It's not painful. Dabi wishes it were painful. He doesn't want the pleasure that spills along his spine as the cock pulses and shifts, feeding itself inch-by-inch inside of his limp body. 

He brings it as deep as he had the first tentacle before he pulls it all the way back out in one smooth movement that has Dabi's mouth filling with blood as he bites into his lower lip to keep the sounds of his unwanted pleasure behind his teeth. The octopus fucks it into him again, trusting his slick has made him more than wet enough for it, and manages to do so, pushing in even deeper and making Dabi see stars again. The loud moan that echoes against the cavern walls is met with a cruel laugh and Dabi wishes he'd chosen death. 

"My pretty, broken kitten," he chitters, hands stroking over his skin as he keeps fucking him on the first cock. "Just needs her pussy stuffed full to turn into such a sweet little thing." He feels the more bulbus head starting to stroke at his rim too, "Don't worry, baby girl, you're going to be full for days." 

Days? Terror tries to fight its way through the pleasure. Can octopuses mate for days at a time? He'll die. He really will die if the creature-- Dabi keens his distress as the diamond head pulls all the way out so that both of his cocks can push inside together. The pressure is blinding and radiates sharply to his cock and balls as the tentacles there tighten their hold, as Dabi realizes with a sob, that he would have cum if not for their choking presence. He hears the octopus starting to click in the back of his throat, breathy sounds that he thinks are the creature's own pleasure as he starts to slowly work both of his cocks deeper inside of Dabi's body. He doesn't pull them back nearly as far again, only enough to work more slick inside of him as it drips all over his skin, and then goes deeper. 

Dabi is scared he's going to push in so deep that he'll be able to feel him in his throat, but something inside of him, some invisible tightening before he reaches too deep inside, keeps the octopus from pushing all the way into his guts. It's still sensation there that he's never felt before, pressure and an awareness inside of him that is dizzying. 

"Breathe, kitten, you're alright. You're doing such a good job, you just need to keep breathing for me, baby girl." Only realizes as his hand strokes his hair between his ears that he's hyperventilating. He rubs and strokes inside at that place, his cocks rubbing against each other, along Dabi's walls, faster, more insistently, and he hears the octopus's breath go a little rougher with his pleasure. He realizes then that he must be getting close.

"Don't, too full, please--" he sobs weakly, but looses any other words as he feels one of the cocks twitch more irregularly, and then he's getting even fuller, soaking wet, as the octopus starts to cum. Dabi mewls, bloody tears dripping down his face because it's so much, too much. 

But not enough for him to not notice the solid bump that is suddenly pressing at his rim. Wider than the other tentacles, inside of it, and pushing insistently against the muscles. Dabi didn't think he could be stretched any wider, but the bump pushes and his muscles are helpless to do anything but open wider or tear. The slickness and toxin do their work of forcing him to accept the bulge, and it feels so solid as it moves down the length of one of the tentacles, until it's pressing against that tight spot deep inside of him too, adding more inside that makes him whimper. The solid thing seems to slip free of his tentacle and before Dabi can even think to ask what he's doing, another is pressing at his rim. 

Three more slip inside of him, each squeezing a mixture of the octopus's slick and cum out of his aching hole, and Dabi is sure that he would be writhing if his body weren't paralyzed. As it is, "Please, Master, please," He begs weakly, eyes puffy from crying and dizzy from how full he is and how badly his cock hurts as more and more of the round things are pushed inside. 

"What is it baby girl? Not full enough yet? Don't worry, kitten, I have plenty of more eggs for you." Eggs? That's what he's putting inside of him? Dabi tries to move, to thrash away, but the toxins keep him still and weeping against the sand as a fifth pushes past his rim, the cocks are having to draw a little further out of him with each new one, he whimpers loudly as he does the pressure against that special place inside of him is too much and there's a burning, aching pleasure-pain that's radiating from there to his balls. A sharp heat that is so noticeable against the cool slide of the tentacles holding him tight as it travels along the length of his dick. Dabi cries out in humiliation as he feels something starting to pour out of his cock, burning hot and releasing a little bit of that pressure as a sixth egg stretches past his sore hole. It's a shaky, embarrassing pleasure, and he can't even look between his legs as something thinner than his cum, but thicker than urine spills out of him in a constant stream. So hot and so much, that the octopus notices as it runs all along the dark coils of his tentacles. 

He chitters with his amusement. "Oh, kitten, like being filled up so much you squirted? Even after all of that whining?" He chitters contentedly as he nuzzles into his neck, pressing a kiss to his skin, and releasing one of the tentacles tight around his shaft so that the liquid can pour out of him faster and the tentacle can make it feel even better as it strokes him, milking each drop out as it does. Then he moves the parts of his cocks still inside him experimentally. "Hmm, I think you have room for one more, don't you?" Dabi sobs. 

"N-no, please," 

"Two then." 

Dabi learns the lesson even without the threat on the edge of his voice. "Two, Master." He agrees, scared of being torn open around a third, or nature abound, a fourth. It's a fresh humiliation that as the final two eggs are pushed inside, he doesn't stop... squirting until the octopus fully draws his tentacles out and starts to knead at his hole, coaxing the muscles closed around the mess that keeps threatening to drip out. 

"There, baby. You did such a good job. Going to make the perfect incubator for me, aren't you?" The octopus picks him up, rolling him onto his back when he thinks that he can, and Dabi can't help but whimper because he's so full still, and he can feel the eggs rubbing and moving inside of him. Can see himself then, and the thin milky cum that has spilled all over the tentacles that were around him and across his stomach and thighs. And his stomach, it's not as flat as it was before. Not bulging, even though he thinks it should be from how full he feels, but certainly a bit bloated like he's eaten a sizable meal. The octopus puts a clawed hand there, pressing softly and Dabi mewls in humiliation as the pressure makes more of the creature's cum leak out from his achy hole. 

The creature chuckles. "Why don't you nap for a while, kitten? I'm sure you're tired. You were so well-behaved, I'll go find something for you to eat." Leans up and presses a kiss to the tip of his nose with a mocking sweetness. "And when I come back, if you've misbehaved, or tried to take any of my eggs out, then I'll pump your stomach full of them as well. Understand?" 

"...Yes, Master." He doesn't know if he'll need to break his jaw to open is mouth wide enough to accept the tentacle, and he doesn't want to find out. 

"Good girl." He lifts him easily, getting him onto the bank properly, and laying him down so that he's not in the water or at risk of drowning if he somehow shifts before getting full control of his limbs back. The octopus then slips back out of his bed, moving three of the stones so that the dirty water from their mating can spill back into the wider pool and be refreshed with a cleaner flow from the river. Then he disappears under the waves again, and once he's gone. Dabi lets his body be wracked with deep, wrenching sobs. 

///

The feeling came back to his body after an hour or so, but Dabi couldn't really bring himself to move, terrified that any movement might make the eggs inside of him shift and slip out of his sore hole, cum still slowly leaking out of him and creating a puddle in the sand. After another hour, the sun had started to set and the octopus returned with a large fish of a breed that Dabi hadn't ever seen, and instructed him to eat. He hadn't wanted to, sick to his stomach from what had happened before, but too scared to disobey. 

With his stomach full, the exhaustion from his body had finally overtaken him, and he fell asleep as the creature watched him from his pool. 

///

When he wakes the next day, it's because he's whimpering. A hazy warmth has spread through his limbs and made them tingle and even just shifting the slightest bit has him shoving his knuckles between his teeth because... he's hard. The eggs inside of him have moved in his sleep, settle against that spot inside, and his cock is straining up against his stomach, must have been for a while because he's smeared with his pre and feels so achingly close. He lets out a yelp when hands catch him around his biceps as the octopus pulls himself out of his pool with a yawn. 

"Oh kitten, that didn't last long. Even less compatible than I thought. Come here." He locks an arm around his chest before Dabi can try and claw at him, and pulls him into his embrace, a few of his tentacles catch around his thighs and spread them open. Dabi squeaks, feeling the weight of one of the eggs against his hole,

"W-wait--" and desperately not wanting to be punished the way he was threatened the night before. 

"Shh," one of his tentacles comes up to his hole and rubs around it gently, prodding lightly at his center as he hums softly. "Looks like they're ready to come out, kitten. Stay still and let me help." One of the appendages moves to wrap around his cock and balls again, putting that choking pressure in him from root to tip like he had the day before and Dabi lets out a low, feline whine. "You said you didn't want to cum, baby girl. So now you won't. Maybe if you're good for me until the next clutch, you'll earn a reward." 

The tentacle prods around his hole like it had before, but this time, he can't try to keep his muscles tense even if he wanted to, and just a few passes has the octopus's cum pouring out of him, pushing one of the eggs right up against his rim, and Dabi doesn't think he's imagining that they feel... bigger than they were yesterday. His cock twitches in the confines of the tentacles, a shaky, foreign pleasure making his whole body tremble in the monster's arms. The tip slips inside of him, pulling his hole wider as the creature's other hand goes and presses on that slight bloat low on his stomach and the reaction is instantaneous. Dabi lets out a loud moan as the egg squeezes itself out of his hole, that burst of relief at the slight lessening of the ache inside of him making his cock throb and pleasure surge through him. 

"There," one of the unoccupied tentacles moves between his legs and brings up the egg from the sand, moving to swish it through the water to clean it before the octopus brings it up and offers it to Dabi. It's a little bit larger than his fist, and the color of amethyst, perfectly round and almost gelatinous looking. It feels squishy in his palms when he hesitantly opens them to accept it, and it's warm from... his body in his hands. The octopus presses a kiss to his temple, "Now let's get out the others." 

It's an achingly long process, lasting until the sun is high overhead, as the tentacle works its way inside of him and slowly coaxes the eggs close enough to his hole that he can manage to push them out, each one feeling so massive as he does and putting an exhausting strain on his muscles. He's not even paralyzed today, but he couldn't try to swipe at or bite the other creature if he wanted to, not when he feels absolutely hollowed out  around the slow emptiness that's building inside of him and how badly his cock is aching, flushed so dark and not allowed to cum. By the fifth egg, Dabi is crying again, hitching little gasps and sobs around tiny pitiful mewls as he's made to... give birth to this monster's eggs. His tentacle pushes in deeper to catch the next egg and Dabi nearly claws at his arm with his free hand, other being forced to hold the clutch as they're pulled from him, as his pleasure spikes white-hot in his veins. 

"Master," The word slips out on a loud moan, his back arching against the creature's chest as his hips jump and rock, angling down to try and chase that feeling. 

He can feel the other's chest rumbling with those chittering purrs again as he pulls the next egg closer, and the next after that, each subsequent one making sure to drag over that special place that strips back the horror of what is being done to him and leaves Dabi writhing with his pleasure. He can't stop moaning and whimpering each time an egg slips free he's emptier, and that hollowness is so sharply uncomfortable. When the last one slips free and he is left empty, Dabi gives a rougher sob, shaking his head weakly. He-- he needs more. Even with the choked pressure of his cock, he we so, so close to that thinner pleasure that he felt yesterday when he'd-- when he'd squirted for the monster. He would take anything to have relief after enduring this all for so long, and his throat is so thick, his stomach a sickened knot, as he begs, 

"Please, Master, please," just for any hope of relief. 

"I'm going to enjoy keeping you just like this, kitten." He purrs, but he does feed a tentacle back inside of Dabi's gaping hole and start to rub against that place. It feels swollen and achy, but so good, and fresh tears stream across his cheeks as Dabi's mouth falls open around his moans as that burning pleasure builds inside of him again. Builds higher and higher, until he feels it along his length, and gets to watch this time as a fresh bead of pre joins the mess already all over his stomach before the drop becomes a stream and it just starts to pour out of him in a constant flow until he's soaked again with the fluid, little moans and relieved sobs slipping from his throat as he's finally, finally allowed relief for the first time since he woke. 

By the time his cock stops dripping, Dabi's body is a mess again. The octopus's slick and cum all down his thighs, his own across his stomach, his face dripping with his bloody tears, and his whole body drenched in sweat. He can't do anything other than slump bonelessly against the monster's chest, so tired that all he wants to do is sleep again. Another soft kiss gets pressed to his temple before the tentacles pull away from his skin and the octopus is shifting him to lay down back against the sand. 

"You did a very good job, baby girl." The monster praises as he starts to gently take each of the eggs from his arms. "Rest up. When you're tight again, it will be time to give you the next clutch." 

He's so exhausted that even the sharper spike of fear that goes through him then isn't enough to force his limbs into movement, as he lays aching in the sand.

///

It takes two days before the creature thinks that he's ready to take more of the eggs, and again he's held down, paralyzed, and fucked full of the eggs and his cum. And again, the next day he's cradled in his arms until the very last one has been pushed out of his body. It's a horrible, exhausting cycle that leaves Dabi weaker than he could have ever imagined being, especially as the burns continue to try to heal across his body. But the exhaustion is not nearly as deep as he pretends that it is as he waits for the octopus to leave again to patrol his territory after the eggs have been removed again. The creature takes those with him, as he did after the first time, and Dabi doesn't know if he's storing them deep in the pool until they hatch or if he's hiding them away because Dabi is more than tempted to crush every single one to ensure that no other monsters like that one are born. He tests how weak his legs are and then is careful as he goes over to the pool. The creature helped him bathe after he hid away the first clutch, and he doubts that it will look suspicious if he is in the water when he returns if he comes back and finds him in it. Dabi hopes he won't though. 

He slips into the water, deepening his breaths slowly until he's taken in as much oxygen as he can, and then starting to swim down. His eyes try to adjust to the dark as he swims down and then holds still, feeling the current in the water and then moving into it. The current has to be where the river flows, and he is bound and determined to swim out. But the pool is deep. Far deeper than he thought it was. He tries swimming towards the hardest current, but the water gets so dark that he can't see anymore, and his chest aches sharply. He's forced to try to return to the surface to suck in deep gasps of air, and when his lungs are full, he tries twice more. Each time he gets no closer to finding the exit through the water.

When he cannot stand to experience that disappointment anymore, he gets out of the water and begins to move around the modest chamber. The walls are sheer to the top, with very few places to hold onto, and too tough for his claws to pierce to afford him any leverage to climb, and there are no other cracks or crevasses in the dirt or stone for him to get through. He brings a stone from the shore and tries to chip it against the rocks, but the sound is horrendously loud, and the rock in his hand chips faster than the wall. He tries to dig at the earth, but the cavern walls are set in deep to the ground, and he cannot find the edge. With all of his other options explored, he moves to the center of the cavern and to the tree. 

Climbing this, at least, is easy. He has been climbing trees all his life and he has no trouble getting up high into the bows and branches. But when he is at the very top, he confirms what he assumed from below. The tree is the highest vantage point in the cavern, but the top of it, that little hole of daylight that streams through, is still nearly sixty feet above him. With the tree nowhere close to any of the walls, Dabi can't even risk leaping from it and trying to grab onto the rock and attempt to claw his way up. He can just sit, a little ways off of the ground. 

It's not until the creature returns with a collection of fish that he realizes that he has never seen him properly on the land. The octopus glances around the enclosure for a moment before looking up to find Dabi in the tree. 

"Get down from there and come eat." 

Dabi finds his nerve. "No." 

The octopus pauses setting his catch on the edge of the bank and looks up at him. "Dabi, if you don't come down from there right now, I am going to break your leg." 

"I've already laid your clutch, twice. That is more than enough compensation for fishing your river. Let me go." 

"No. You agreed to four months as mine." 

"As a prisoner, not as a-- a hatchery!" 

"Would you rather be dead than my mate for a few months?" The creature hisses back, his limbs whipping through the water with his agitation. Dabi's throat goes tight. He doesn't want either. "Fine. You can starve up there until you're ready to come down." And he gathers up the fish and disappears back into the water, leaving Dabi trapped and alone again. 

///

He stays in the tree all of the next day, constantly searching the water for even a flicker of movement from the octopus, but he can't find any. His stomach is achingly hollow by the time the sun sets that night with no sign of him. 

By the second day, Dabi knows things are going to be much worse. He didn't think this through. He should have brought some water up with him however he could, because his thirst is a constant agony sitting on the edge of his mind and his lips dry and parched. If he doesn't drink something in the next day or so, he won't have to worry about living long enough to starve slowly because he'll die of thirst first. He won't even last out the week without water. He holds out for another half a day, watching the water for any movement with his thirst growing so intense that he's afraid that he'll pass out before he can even reach the bank. Maybe he can run down and get some to drink quickly and then run back to the tree before the creature notices?

He is shaky and weak as he climbs back down, limbs stinging with pins and needles from holding himself in only a few positions for days, but he manages to get down to the base of the tree and stays there for a long moment. Until he thinks he can move to the edge without stumbling. He approaches carefully and quietly, already on all fours just in case he has to run, searching for that dark and light shape of the other creature beneath the waves. He cups his hands into the pool and drinks deeply, meaning to only take one or two before trying to find a stone or leaf to bring more back inland with him, but the first one doesn't nearly quench the thirst that has been building in him for so many days, and he has to take a second. 

He only sees the flash of black just before it breaks the surface of the water, grabbing at him far more quickly than he can rear back. Dabi yowls as his wrist is caught and he's yanked off-balance, tumbling into the water with a loud splash, and accidentally sucking in a lungful of water. Panic seizes him and he tries to thrash against the hold, snapping his teeth towards the whipping tentacles before a hand catches his jaw and wrenches it shut as his arms are caught and locked into place against his torso as he is dragged through the water again. Back towards the small pool. He tries to fight even harder, but just like the first time, the limbs hold him in a vice as he's pulled along to the creature's will. 

Dabi sputters and gasps for breath through his nose, when he is all but thrown into the smaller pool, back hitting the stones hard enough to bruise, and head landing in the sand that must be through sheer luck, because he knows this creature does not have an ounce of mercy in it. His jaw is still being held tightly in place so he can't snap at him again and Dabi tries to squirm out of his grasp, fear soaking his veins again. He's going to break his jaw! He knows his eyes must be as wide and terrified as the octopus's are furious as he barres his teeth in a snarl as his body looms over Dabi's everywhere he isn't holding him tight. 

"I warned you." 

He moves his hand away from his jaw though, his eyes and limbs shifting down to one of Dabi's legs-- "No! Don't!" He thrashes, trying to kick out at the other man, his tail flicking and fur standing on end as his pulse pounds impossibly loud in his ears. 

The octopus snarls again, sinking his claws into his thigh and forcing him still. "If you don't stop moving I won't give you a clean break. I'll force the bones up through your skin and let them get infected and then watch as you die of blood poisoning or have to chew off your own limb." 

Dabi doesn't even have the chance to let that horror settle in his mind before the octopus coils a tentacle around the top and bottom part of his right calf and then wrenches it with sharp, decisive pressure. The crack that fills the cavern is so loud for a moment. It's all he can hear. All he knows. And then the agony comes. A scream tears through his throat, tears springing to his eyes as his leg pules with his pain as the tentacles more again, jerking the broken limb back into place and squeezing. He hears the broken bone grind against itself, feels it as the agony spikes so sharply his vision goes black, and then snaps back into place. He sobs, his stomach churning from the pain, but he doesn't vomit, not the way he hadn't been able to stop when he had first woken up from burning. This is not as bad, his panicked mine tries to tell him. This doesn't hurt as badly as that. But it still hurts too much. 

The octopus chitters irritable as he sobs, letting go of him so that he can swim over to a patch of reeds and snap off two of the thicker stems before moving back over to him, finding his wrap and tearing it easily into a few strips of fabric. He brakes the reeds to the lengths he wants, grinding the sharp edges against the stones until they're not so jagged, and then places them on either side of his broken leg, the skin already gone purple around the break and swollen badly. He ties the splints into place tightly enough that he shouldn't be able to jar the bone out of place, each little tug at the dressing making Dabi's breath hitch on fresh pain. 

"There. Now if you behave, that should heal well enough. If you put pressure on it, if you move it around too much, I can't guarantee you'll ever walk again." He says it so matter-of-factly. Like he wasn't the one to just put him through such sharp and decisive violence. Dabi is still sobbing softly as he moves up his body again, hands coming to wipe away the mixture of blood and tears across his cheeks. "And you tried to bite me." 

He knows what's coming next and his heart leaps into his throat, "Master, wait, please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" 

The octopus's expression is unmoved, his fingers shifting to the edges of his jaw and starting to press in harder. "If I let you break the rules without punishing you, you won't ever learn." 

"Master, please, I won't ever do it again, I promise! I'll be good, I won't disobey, please don't, please." 

The creature hums, bringing two fingers to Dabi's lips, while his other hand moves to hold his chin firmly in place. He presses his fingertips to his lips, the claws barely pricking at his skin and two more fat tears slip over Dabi's cheeks as he instructs, "Prove it. Open." 

He's never heard the keen that he lets out now, a sharp animal sound that is so full of his fear and pain that he thinks he sounds like he's dying. But he still parts his lips with another sob. The fingers press in and settle against his tongue, his skin cool and tasting of the river. And they stay there. Through the hazy fog of fear and pain, Dabi realizes that the monster is waiting for something. Hesitantly he closes his lips softly around the appendages, moving his tongue lightly across the pads of his fingers. When he's not hurt again, when some of the anger seems to leave the creature in a soft sigh, Dabi tries to focus on the movement of his tongue. He licks along them, between them, letting them push in a little deeper and being careful not to let his teeth come anywhere near his skin. 

The octopus pulls them out, tracing them around his lips again, smearing his spit across his skin. "One more chance, kitten. You are going to open your mouth wide and I am going to fill up your throat." Fresh fear saturates his skin. "And if you so much as twitch to close your mouth, I will pull out ever one of your teeth and embed them into your cock. Am I clear?" 

"Yes, Master." His voice is shaking as badly as he is, each little movement putting fresh pain in his broken limb. He doesn't want this monster's cock, either of them or, spirits forbid, both of them, in his mouth, but being mutilated further is beyond what he can even comprehend coping with now. Not when the adrenaline and pain are so heavy on his nerves. He's still so thirsty. He hasn't eaten for days. He doesn't know if he'll even survive the slightest other cruelty that the octopus could press into his skin, and he doesn't want to find out. 

Dabi opens his mouth, doing his best to relax his jaw. "Good girl." 

He still presses three knuckles between his molars so that he would have some resistance trying to bite down. Probably enough, as weak as he is right now with hunger, pain, and dehydration, to be able to pull his cock out of his mouth before he could bite it off. He wouldn't dare, and he thinks that the other creature can see it on his face because he shifts, letting his cocks unfurl from beneath his other tentacles. It's the one with the diamond-shaped head that moves to his mouth and Dabi fights back his nausea as it moves along his lips in the same pattern as his fingers before it starts to push into his mouth. 

He keeps his tongue flat as the appendage slithers over it, tasting more strongly than the skin of his hands. There's a bitterness to the flesh here that seems to come with the slickness that spreads over his tongue and puts that tingling sensation through him again. That's almost a relief. He can't even feel his burns when the octopus has dosed him so heavily with his toxins, and Dabi is desperate for the relief from the pain. He rubs his tongue along the shape of him. He's pushed inside with the curve down, so it's easy for him to press his tongue up along it, conforming into that shape, and rubbing. The skin is very smooth and soft against his tongue, so he can immediately feel the slit at the center and figures that must be like the one on his own cock, circling it with his tongue and getting rewarded for it by more of that bitterness seeping out over his tastebuds. He swallows it away, desperate to bring that numbness deeper into his body. 

"So eager, kitten?" But there's the start of those low, satisfied chitters starting to make their way out of his throat. He glances up at the other creature, and quickly drops his gaze again, and when that is still too much, he closes his eyes entirely. He doesn't know what to do with that softly satisfied look on the monster's face and he lets him feed his cock deeper into his mouth. He presses to the very back of his tongue and hesitates, like he's waiting for something, Dabi is half waiting for his throat to seize up and try to force it out, but the toxins are doing their work, and his soon his jaw and tongue are completely slack as well, a mixture of drool and slick starting to drip down his chin and onto his chest. 

The octopus pushes the head of his cock into his throat and Dabi whines softly as the intrusion makes him stretch there in a way he never has before, but the sound can't survive for long because he moves deeper. The air is abruptly choked off as his cock forces its way deep into his throat, his master moaning softly as the inherent tightness of such a small channel is forced to open up to take him, letting them both feel every inch of the involuntary constriction even as he stays unable to fight it. The fingers come out from between his teeth and that hand moves to instead cup the back of his head to keep him tilted at the angle he wants as he pulls back so that Dabi can suck a breath in through his nose, before he fucks back into his throat just as languidly. 

It's by the third or fourth movement that Dabi feels his other cock starting to prod at his hole, and he realizes that he's not in pain anymore. It doesn't hurt when that bulbus head stretches him open and pushes inside either. Dabi can hardly make sense of it, when the tentacle goes so deep inside that he swears that he can feel it in his chest, but as it pulls out again so that he can breathe, his head is light and floaty no matter how many breaths he tries to take in. Oh. And he's hard again. Always gets hard no matter how much this monster hurts him, like his body is aching for any contact that doesn't come with more pain. He doesn't care. Doesn't want to think about it. He lets himself float and be used, breathing when he's allowed and not even whimpering when Master sees his hard cock and tightens his tentacles around him again to force him to squirt instead of orgasm. It doesn't matter. At least that feels a little good. He would take any thin amount of pleasure if it just promises him the absence of pain. 

He's so far gone that when the tentacle in his mouth twitches irregularly he hardly registers it. Not until it's pulling back from his throat to just inside his mouth and there's a sharply salty flood of warm fluid so copious in volume that it pushed back into his throat, and fills his mouth to the point of it overflowing down his chin as his master chitters with his pleasure. One of his other tentacles coils tightly around his base as his cock twitches again and just saves Dabi from being completely drowned in the cum as his cock pulls out of his mouth and his hand quickly shuts Dabi's jaw and forces his head back, coaxing him to swallow. He doesn't have a choice if he wants to clear his throat enough to breathe and he swallows away his seed before that tentacle is moving back to join the other inside of him, just barely getting the head in before he lets go of his base and spills the rest of it deep inside of him. That seems to be the cue that his second one needs to open and for the first egg to start moving down the length to his hole. But it's not one, it's two bumps, he can feel them distinctly, two pushing his rim wide. They are barely inside before more are pushing in. He can't even keep count, his head lulling back against the sand limply. Days since he laid his last clutch inside of him. Maybe there are more then there should be? It feels like more, but he doesn't have the energy to count to think about it. All he knows is that he gets full enough again to put that constant pressure against that special place again, and his cock twitches before he's making a mess all over himself again. 

And then darkness rushes in on his vision. 

///

He wakes up, cold, but sweating, his mouth thick and a horrible stiffness across most of his body except for his leg which is on fire again, he's certain, from how badly it is hurting. He whimpers, clutching onto--

"Careful, kitten. I don't want to have to punish you again." Realizes a second too late that he's been curled up against the octopus's chest, and that he's holding onto him. He lets go as quickly as he can, but he can't move at all with how weak and feverish his body feels. His master reaches with one of his tentacles and draws half of a shell out of the water, filling it in the bigger pool, and bringing it to Dabi's lips. "Drink." It's still so dark out, deep into the night he guesses, as he parts his lips and drinks the contents greedily, desperate to chase away at least one of the physical discomforts that is plaguing him. The octopus gives him two more, without complaint before setting the shell aside again and bringing a tentacle out of the water. Dabi watches it kink and coil around itself until it is dripping thickly with its slick. 

He doesn't need to be told to open this time, desperate for that numbness again if it takes away the pain. The tentacle smears the slick over his lips and tongue and Dabi laps it up desperately until there's nothing left. It takes him an achingly long time to realize that the octopus is stroking his hair gently as he does, murmuring praise against his temple. 

"That's it, baby girl. You're being so good for me. Wish you hadn't made me punish you before you could behave." 

His mouth is starting to tingle as that numbness spreads, but he barely manages to slurr, "'m sorry, M'st'r." 

"Shh, I know you are, kitten. And I know you won't ever do it again. Go back to sleep, sweetheart, you know that the eggs will need to come out in the morning." 

Dabi whimpers, the pain in his leg had been so intense he hadn't even felt the fullness sitting inside of him, but now he's taking notice again. The other creature wraps him back up, letting Dabi tuck his face into his throat like he doesn't have even the faintest worry that Dabi will tear it out. He's right not to. He's too terrified of what a failed attempt would bring on him to even contemplate it, even if he were able to move normally right now. Instead he closes his eyes and notices for the first time the scent of salt and a storm that comes off of the other creature's skin and closes his eyes. 

///

Extracting the eggs is beyond exhausting with his leg broken and pulling his focus at ever second until the creature gives him another dose of his toxins, but that does mean that Dabi can't tighten his muscles at all to help push them out. Instead the octopus has to push two more tentacles inside of him, stretching him open so wide that they come out in a flood of his cum and making it take half the day before the toxins wear off and he's not allowed any more for the pain until he stops gaping. The octopus shifts up onto the sand with him, sitting so that Dabi can see the gills on his neck and sides close up as he presumably uses his lungs instead. He builds Dabi a bed just off of his little pool out of some of the grass that grows all along the bank and uses a stone and a mound of wet sand to make a place where he can elevate his leg. Then he chitters at him softly, stroking his sweat-damp hair back from his forehead. 

"You need to eat. Are you thirsty?" 

Hesitantly he nods. 

The octopus returns with the shell and lets him drink until his thirst is sated, then fills it up one more time and balances it in the sand within arm's reach. "I'll be back in a few hours, kitten. Try to rest." 

It's a fitful rest with the pain surging through him any time he shifts that limb even the slightest bit. But he stays put for hours until the octopus returns with three otters. It's not something that Dabi has ever eaten often, but he doesn't care, tearing into the flesh ravenously, grateful that the water was able to stretch his stomach and ready him to receive food again after so many days without. The octopus watches him eat patiently, letting him have his fill until anymore would make him sick, and then taking away the bloody remains and cleaning him up gently and allowing him another dose of his numbing slick. 

And so the routine goes for three more breedings. 

///

It's after the fourth, when Dabi has gotten all of the eggs out, and is slumped against the creature's chest, crying again, as his hair is stroked so sweetly, he realizes that the pain in his leg wasn't so intense today. That he was able to get the eggs out without needing the extra tentacles and the slick. He presses a kiss to his temple and then starts to gather the eggs up again. Dabi catches his arm, making sure his claws are fully retracted before he does, to pause him. 

"What is it, baby girl? Are you hurting?" 

He shakes his head weakly. Not hurting, just exhausted. "When will they hatch?" He wants to know, has to. How many more of these monster is he helping to put into the world. 

"Oh, precious," a hand shifting to cup his cheek and his thumb carefully wiping away a track of blood and red eyes search his. "You're not compatible." His voice is soft. "They won't ever hatch." 

That... should be a relief. He should be glad to know that all of these horrid things that are being forced inside of him won't ever take a breath, but it pulls sharply at his own instincts. Wild panthers don't stay together to have litters, but in his village it's different. They mate for life, they stay together through litters and raise their cubs together. His stomach feels strangely hollow knowing that, like everything else, he has failed to even be a mate, no matter how forced these matings have been. "I'm sorry." His voice even smaller, the sharp press of fresh blood beading up behind his eyes. 

"It's alright, kitten." His master reassures him, wiping away the tears as they slip across his cheeks again. "I knew that before I made my offer. I don't want for offspring. I am more than happy to just have a warm body rid myself of them this season." He curls a hand around the back of Dabi's neck and kisses his forehead before starting to extract himself with his eggs. Dabi doesn't let go of his arm, though the grip is so weak the other creature could if he wanted. 

"What do you do with them?" 

"I take them downstream and use them to set traps. They make good bait. And I crush the ones I don't use." His head tilts slightly to the side. "Does that upset you?" 

It takes Dabi a long time to answer, and when he does, it's hardly an answer at all. "I... don't know." 

His master pressed another kiss to his forehead before extracting himself completely this time. "That's alright, kitten. You don't have to. I'll take care of everything so long as you keep being so sweet for me. Why don't I help you clean up before I go? That will make you feel better." 

The tone doesn't leave any room for argument, and by the time Dabi is no long drenched in cum, slick, and sweat, and settled back down with his leg elevated again, he does feel better. "Thank you, Master." 

"You're welcome, baby. Take a nap, you need your rest to heal." 

He figures that he's probably right about that too and settles in and closes his eyes. 

///

It's easier when he's not fighting back each day. Dabi loses track of how many clutches, how many days, it has been before he doesn't bother anymore. His master will take care of him so long as he behaves. 

///

Time passes and his leg only hurts if it's jarred wrong. His master still takes care of him, always making sure to bring him large meals to help with his recovery, re-splinting it and washing the bandages for him, helping him to get clean and moving him around when he needs to. And they... sleep close now. Originally, he thinks it was just so that Master could give him his slick at night when he woke from the pain, but as it ebbs to a more manageable state, there isn't a reason for the octopus to have carved out a new section of the bank so that his torso could recline against the sand at night while his lower half could stay in the water. And Dabi didn't need to sleep perpendicular to him on the bank, curling up with his ear pressed against his chest, listening to the strange sound of his heart and the soft long pauses between when his lungs breathe for him and when his gills do. No reason for those sounds to become comforting. 

No reason for him to be moaning and rocking back desperately as his cocks move inside of him. His body is more used to being able to take him now, not needing as much of his slick to accept them inside, sometimes just needing enough to get him wet, rather than the messy gush of it that it took at the start. And when he's relaxed enough to take him without so much, the toxin just makes him tingly, soothing the barest bits of his pain, and leaving his limbs sluggish, but mostly within his control. It still doesn't mean he should have his hands against his back, holding on tight as the octopus's mouth moves along his throat as they move together. But it feels good. It always feels good and it's been five days since his last clutch. He hadn't dared ask why, but by the third day Dabi had been getting hard intermittently and squirming, desperate for the stimulation his body had grown so used to. 

"Master," he moans, tightening his thighs around his hips. His broken leg is held carefully in one of his tentacles, the suckers pressing soft, fluttering kisses against the skin far above the sensitive injury, his other wrapped as tightly around him as he can, like that will somehow get him closer, when their bodies are already pressed together everywhere it matters. 

"That's it, precious, let me hear how much you like having your pretty cunt fucked." Moves the rounder head of the egg laying cock against that spot-- his prostate-- and presses hard enough that Dabi yowls, stars bursting behind his eyes and his claws jumping out involuntarily as his hands clutch at his master's back. He hears him hiss out a pained breath, but the movements don't stop inside of him and Dabi realizes what he's done with a horrified cry, trying to force the claws away and his limbs to cooperate and move away. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Master, please, I'm sorry, it was an acciden--" his fearful sputtering's are cut off as the octopus leans in and covers his mouth with his own. Dabi freezes beneath him. Kissing him. The other creature is kissing him. In all of this time, he has never kissed his lips before. His mouth is rough against his own, split skin and old scars, but Dabi doesn't care. Takes his hands away form his back so he can't misbehave again and tangles them in his thick mane of hair instead as he surrenders his mouth to him the same as his body with another loud moan. The octopus licks into his mouth, along his tongue, behind his teeth, and it's a new wave of sensations that pair with the perfect movement inside of his body and Dabi realizes that he is achingly close to the edge. 

But there's no tentacles holding him tight now to choke away his orgasm. He's not allowed. He twists his fae away, breaking the kiss, but Master just starts to kiss across his cheek and down his jaw instead. "M-Master, close, please," Doesn't even know if he's begging for the pressure or to cum. It doesn't matter. His master will decide what he needs. 

The octopus catches his chin between his claws and pulls him back into another kiss, breathing between in the small spaces between where their lips meet, "Show me, precious. Show me how beautiful you look when you cum, Dabi." 

Didn't know his pleasure could be any sharper, but it surges so hotly through his veins. "Master!" He hasn't felt an orgasm since, since, spirits, before he burned. Feeling that abrupt, overwhelming pulse of it, has his claws out again, but safely tangled in his master's hair, his head thrown back on his moan, and as his balls tighten and his cock throbs, ecstasy along ever inch of it, and cum, real cum, not the thin milk he's normally allowed, is striped over his stomach, up his chest, ejected so forcefully it splatters his chin. His muscles tighten around his master's cocks, and that has them twitching. It drags out his orgasm impossibly long as he starts to cum inside of him, as the eggs start to push past his rim one by one until he's full. 

When he slumps bonelessly against the sand this time, trembling and mewling softly, it doesn't have anything to do with the toxin. he just can't move because he's soaking in every lingering pleasure as his master fills him with his clutch. This always takes some time, and this time, he leans over him and keeps pressing soft kisses along his skin. Over his cheeks, down to his chin where he licks away Dabi's release, along his neck where he sucks and nibbles at his skin as Dabi's tail tangles itself up around one of his tentacles, trying to keep him close like he's going anywhere at all. Master catches it at its base and starts to rub and stroke there, knows that makes him as hot as when he has his tentacles rubbing and pressing their suckers along his cock, and before he's even finished filling him with his clutch, Dabi is hard again. 

"Show me again, baby girl." And a tentacle does move to wrap around him, not squeezing and choking him this time, but stroking and kissing. moving with a fluid slowness that makes Dabi's pleasure build again, slower and sweeter that before. He's helpless to do anything other than what the other creature wants, and by the time he's cum again he's full, but empty of his mater's cocks, and absolutely exhausted against the sand. 

Even though his leg is much better than it used to be, the octopus still takes care of him, washing the filth away from his skin. When he gets to his hands and presses on his palms to get his claws to push out again, Dabi sees the blood and remembers, fear flickering through him as his master guides his hand to the water and starts to clean it away. 

"...I'm so sorry, Master. I didn't mean to."

The octopus presses a kiss to his palm. "I know, precious. It was an accident." He presses his palm against his cheek and looks up at Dabi, red eyes soft and warm. "And it won't happen again?" 

"No, Master." He promises, bracing for the pain, tears already burning at the edges of his eyes. 

Master kisses his knuckles again and finishes cleaning away the blood. "Good. If it does, we'll have to file them all away." And he moves onto the other hand, giving the same careful cleaning to that one as well. 

But he doesn't break his arms. He just holds him close in his as they settle in for the night and after a few long, quiet moments, Dabi chances peeking up at him. His master looks back at him, waiting. Dabi timidly leans up and presses a soft kiss to his lips. A hand moves to the back of his neck, holding him there to make it firmer, but not filled with the heat from before. 

And then he holds him the same way Dabi has grown used to, his hand petting through his hair, until the heaviness of sleep comes for him again. 

///

The next day he lays the clutch and Master holds him as he does, stroking his cock and telling him how well he's doing the whole time. And each word might as well be sweetened with nectar, because those and the pressure of the eggs moving inside of him, out of him, is enough to bring him off three times before he's finished with the last one. 

His master dotes on him even more afterwards, cleaning him up and then departing with the eggs, and coming back not too long later with two very large fish that he is able to gorge himself on before he curls up to catch the last of the warm sun on a stone by the water, his hand dangling into it so that his tentacles can brush against his fingers lightly. A cool reassurance that the other is still close by. 

Two more days pass after that, and without needing so much of the toxin to loosen himself, he doesn't take nearly as long to close either. So when he knows he is tight again and won't risk the eggs or his master's seed spilling out of him entirely, he noses at his neck, licking just below his gills, and waking him from his nap. He chitters softly, a hand moving to tangle in his hair and pull him in for a proper kiss and Dabi is careful of his leg as he moves in as close as he can as he opens his mouth to get more. 

The kiss is slow and lazy, and over far too soon as the other creature parts with an amused chuff. "What is it, kitten?" 

"I'm ready for your clutch, Master," he breathes, his face going hot. Never had to ask for it before. 

"Is that so?" And he definitely sounds amused as he says it, leaning back in to give him another kiss. This one sends a curl of arousal heating up along Dabi's veins and he mewls softly with his pleasure. But his tentacles don't curl around him, don't draw him closer or into the position he wants. He just parts and presses another kiss to his forehead before he sighs softly. "I don't have another clutch for you, baby girl." 

Dabi's brow furrows. "What?" He always has before. 

"It's the end of the season, precious. Four months, tomorrow, technically. I'll take you out of here then." 

That news should be a relief, he knows that. He should be happy to be free. Everything that happened here, even the things that felt good, were a different kind of pain. He should be horrified that he was so far gone that he didn't notice how long had passed. Scared of being set free when his leg is still healing, even if he can put just a bit of weight on it again now. But there's a kind of hollowness that's sitting behind his ribs instead. "Oh." 

The octopus's hand shifts to his cheek and strokes over his skin. It's still patchwork. The metal sutures are permanent, even after all this time, necessary to hold his skin in place and guaranteeing that he won't ever shift completely again. Ruined skin, broken leg. He's not sure he'll survive a week alone. "Or," Dabi's ears perk slightly. "I can give you another choice, kitten." 

He hasn't had to make a decision in months, but he nods, his tail flicking behind him with his agitation. He's gotten so used to his master deciding for him, but he can manage this, he's certain. 

"I can let you leave tomorrow. I'll bring back into the jungle and I will even let you fish my river until you're healed since I broke you so badly after you agreed to stay. Or, we can stay just like this, and I'll tell you my name, precious." 

He knows which he's supposed to choose, what he would have without hesitation at the start of this. Still knows a trap when he hears it, because the octopus didn't say when the second would end but-- "Your name?" 

"Is that what you want, Dabi? To stay here? To be mine?" The curl of heat in his voice is a temptation and he feels powerless against it. 

"You'll take care of me? You... won't hurt me again?" 

"I'll take care of you, baby girl. And I won't ever hurt you again, so long as you follow the rules." 

"What's your name?" The words leave him breathlessly. 

The hand wraps around the back of his neck again and pulls him into a hot kiss, his extra limbs moving the way he's come to expect, being careful with his leg as he pulls him in closer and shifts so that he can lay him against the riverbank. Dabi mewls again, legs opening to make room for him as his tentacles crawl over his body, finding every place that stokes his need higher. 

Has nearly forgotten the question when his master pulls back just far enough to breathe the answer between their lips. "Tomura Shigaraki." 

"Tomura," he tries the name on his tongue and it tastes sweet. Tomura kisses it out of his mouth, as his cocks move to rub along his hole and get him wet. He moans softly into the kiss, rocking back for more. "I thought--" 

"With the right stimulation," he murmurs, his lips against his jaw as a tentacle pressed up between his legs and begins to stroke his hardening cock. "I can lay all year. So you won't ever have to be empty. Doesn't that sound nice, love?" 

Dabi whimpers, melting into the touches with a delirious nod as that word rings around in his head. He doesn't know if he's ever been loved before. Certainly not the way that Tomura loves him. He can't care about anything else as his cocks start to press inside. He would give anything to keep being loved like this. 

Thanks for reading!

[rune-writes]

The Pocky Game

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV

Word Count: 2147

Rating: G

Pairing: Warrior of Light/G'raha Tia

Summary: 11.11 is a day of pocky. What awaits Nayra and G'raha at a festival in Kugane?

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Pocky. It was a new type of snack the stalls in Kogane Dori displayed on their wooden frontage, packaged in small boxes in various colors correlating to the different flavors. 

“Matcha.” Nayra read one label out loud. 

“Would you like a box, miss?” the stall owner said, picking up the box where Nayra had read the word matcha from. “One box for one thousand gil.” He shook his head. “Make it two, seeing as you’re adept at reading our script.”

“Ah, no, that's not—”

Truthfully, Nayra had only been able to read the word because Tataru had shoved this exact box in her face earlier that morning. She had come to Kugane on an invitation from Hancock, to partake in an annual cultural festival. Certainly, the decorated lanterns hanging across the entire marketplace marked the upcoming celebration that evening, and there was an excitable thrum in the air as people chattered and wooden getas clicked and clacked around the stone pavement. Men had stood on ladders to hang colorful banners on what looked to be a stage set near the aetheryte plaza, and around the corner leading to the Ruby Bazaar, Nayra could see a line already forming in front of the Mujikoza. What this cultural festival entailed, Nayra didn’t quite know. Hancock hadn’t elaborated, only mentioning that it was a festival of food and music and dancing, and that the presence of the vaunted Warrior of Light would definitely liven the already enlivened crowd. Not a convincing reason, to be sure, but Nayra was already in Kugane, dressed in a lent pink floral-patterned yukata Hancock had prepared. It was then that Tataru showed her the pocky boxes stacked on their meeting table—one matcha-flavored box, which was already opened revealing— 

“Chocolate-dipped stick biscuits,” the stall owner explained. He picked two: matcha and what looked to be strawberry, then gave one each to her and G’raha. 

“Strawberry,” G’raha echoed beside her. Yes, of course G’raha had come with her, and like her, he had been treated to Hancock’s utmost hospitality which included his own set of yukata—a swath of mountain and eagle pattern in a backdrop of red. “Strawberry-flavored chocolate?”

“Yes.” The stall owner beamed, clearly enjoying his customer's perplexity. He went on a ramble of the different kinds of flavors, the technique with which to create such flavors, which sounded quite interesting, yes, but Nayra was only half-listening. Her mind was already caught on the steaming takoyaki on the next stall, along with those grilled squids Estinien liked so much. G’raha, however, seemed to be engrossed in the stall owner’s explanation, until he realized Nayra had drifted away. 

“Apologies,” he said, coming up to Nayra’s side just as she finished getting them a batch of six octopus balls. 

“No worries, you were quite taken with it,” she said. She deftly picked one ball with her chopstick—a trick she’d learned during her first visit to Kugane—and blew on the steam. Then she angled the ball to G’raha. “Careful, it’s hot.”

G’raha bit the ball right down the middle, spilling squid and sauce and bonito flakes everywhere. Nayra laughed just as his eyes went wide and he began flapping his hand on his mouth. 

“You should’ve eaten it whole,” she said as he gasped through a mouthful of takoyaki, “By the Twelve, that’s hot!”

Nayra blew on the half-bitten takoyaki again, a half-grin on her face while G’raha struggled to down the half already in his mouth. When he finally managed to swallow it, he gasped for water, hurried to the nearest stall, and bought a bottle. He drank it in large gulps, sighing in relief. Once the heat dissipated, the flavor finally sank in, and the red in his eyes glinted in the fading light. 

“That is pretty good.” His tongue lapped across his lips, licking the stray sauce that had clung to his flesh. 

“Here’s the other half.” She brought the second half of his half-bitten takoyaki to his mouth and, now knowing what to expect, G’raha took it whole gingerly. It was still hot enough—Nayra saw it from the tears brimming in the corner of his eyes—but he held his ground and swallowed. She felt the need to clap but her hands were full. G’raha grinned. 

Apparently, he had bought some of the pocky boxes from the previous stall. Three were now tucked in his arms: chocolate, strawberry, cookies and cream. “Tataru already has the matcha one,” he said. “I figured I should buy other flavors.” The stall owner nodded his thanks when they passed by his shop again. 

“Why are there so many, I wonder,” she mused. “Every other stall has it on display.”

“Pocky Day, I would say.”

“Pocky Day?”

“Eleventh day of the eleventh moon. The stall owner told me,” G’raha elaborated. “That would be the sixth astral moon for us; Hingan has a different calendar system.” 

Which would be today, Nayra thought as she nodded, eating through her last bit of takoyaki. She discarded the paper platter on a nearby trash bin, then set off to find another meal she could share with G’raha. Her eyes fell on deep-fried skewers: shrimps, fish, chickens. She arched an eyebrow in a silent question at G’raha, who, noting the direction of her inquiry, nodded, even as he went on: 

“I could imagine this replacing our need for archon loaf. It’s light and sweet, besides. Granted, it doesn’t look like it has all the nutrients the loaf has, but when you are a Sharlayan researcher who has the tendency to forgo meals, a light snack like this would provide enough sugar, and hence energy, during our short breaks.” Nayra glanced at him just as she finished choosing the skewers she would like, which was a little bit of everything if she were honest. She wanted G’raha to taste all the Hingan cuisine Kugane had to offer. G’raha bristled under the scrutiny. “Yes, alright, sweets like this barely carry enough sugar, or even the right kind of sugar we need, to last the day.” 

“Just say you’re tired of the flavorless archon loaf.”

G’raha sniffed, wrinkling his nose. “Flavorless is one way to put it, but regardless—” He lifted the white box labeled cookies and cream, eyes sparkling in delight. “This invention is a marvel. I have to tell Krile about this. Y’shtola might enjoy the alternative too.”

Nayra giggled at his childish excitement. She took the skewers from the seller, then, spying other, sweeter, snacks along the next stalls, proposed to G’raha that they buy all the food that caught his interest and then find somewhere to sit. 

It was almost a bell later when Nayra and G’raha finally retreated from the marketplace, crossed the red bridge connecting the eastern and central sides of the bustling port city, and, miraculously, found an empty seat under red awnings near the entrance to the Shiokaze Hostelry. The sun had long set, the last of its dying rays barely streaks against the purple sky. Stars had blinked to life, along with a waxing moon that was almost full. Cloudless. Perfect for a night of festival. 

Near the aetheryte plaza, the stage had been set and a couple women dressed with vibrant yukata were calling for attention. Nayra and G’raha settled at the back with skewers, dangos, candied apples, taiyaki and a couple drinks, far from the main crowd but still loud nonetheless. She had seen neither Tataru, Hancock, nor the rest of the East Aldenard Trading Company personnels. Were they stuck in the company, for whatever reason? Nayra absently picked at the taiyaki, red bean paste filling her mouth. She closed her eyes. Real eastern food. No amount of culinary prowess could replicate this taste in the west. 

Beside her, G’raha opened one of the pocky boxes: the chocolate one. A safe choice, though Nayra would like to try the strawberry one. He pulled out the plastic wrapper then popped it open. He counted the sticks: ten. Not much, and for the price of one thousand gil. Nayra felt she was scammed. He took one out and gave it a bite. Nayra watched his reaction: impassive at first, then one corner of his mouth curved downward in a thoughtful frown. 

“Well.” He swallowed. “I don’t know what I expected but… it is how I expected, I guess?”

“Why is that a question?” Nayra laughed. 

“It is chocolate. Like any other chocolate-flavored biscuits.” He took another one and offered it to her. She took it, eyed the long light yellow biscuit with three-fourth of it coated in dried chocolate, then bit into the chocolate end. Chocolate burst in her mouth. She took another bite, then another, until the entire stick disappeared inside her stomach. 

“Not bad,” she said, already picking another stick. Back in the Ruby Bazaar, Nayra had seen the boxes stacked like a pyramid in their meeting room. Five, was it? Or maybe ten. All in different colors, all different flavors. As though Tataru was trying to open a shop…

Nayra paused, letting the thought settle. She folded her arms, the pocky hanging between her teeth. 

“Do you suppose Tataru plans to sell these—" 

Soft lips pressed against her own, cutting her off mid sentence. Nayra froze. One moment she was gazing at the activity on the faraway stage—people setting up chairs and drums; the next, a pair of deep crimson eyes had filled her entire vision, their usually slitted pupils had dilated to the size that mirrored her own. She blinked, barely breathing. Her stunned face looked back at her from the reflection in his eyes. 

G'raha closed down on the delicate stick. It broke between his teeth. When they grazed the inner side of her lower lip, Nayra's breath hitched. She felt, rather than heard, the bob of his throat as he swallowed the other end of the pocky. But they remained, neither moving a muscle. A featherlight touch. The seconds ticked; or maybe it was minutes. Nayra couldn't tell. Somewhere far ahead, a muted high-pitched whistle launched to the sky, exploding into thousands of colors.

G'raha let go of her lips, his mouth dragging and pulling for that final touch before breaking away, and Nayra would have followed his movement, would have pulled him back, if not for the hammering in her heart. Noise suddenly erupted around her: cheers, laughs, and a distant sound of drums. G'raha leaned on his seat, face angled sideways, his bangs covering his face. But she caught the telltale hint of a blush on his ears. Nayra felt her own face flush.

“I'm sorry, that’s not how it was supposed to happen.” G’raha’s raw voice barely carried above the din, but somehow Nayra caught it, every syllable of it. “Hancock told me about this game: you and a friend bite each end of a pocky stick, slowly moving closer and closer. The one who lets go first loses.” He paused. His voice shouldn’t have been able to go lower, but it did. “A kiss wasn't supposed to happen, but on the occasion that it does… well…” The red on G'raha's ears deepened, which made her own heat rise. 

Nayra was suddenly acutely aware of the people around them. No doubt they saw. She thought she heard a snicker or a giggle but she didn’t dare look up. Her attention caught on the half-eaten taiyaki on her hand. She slowly lifted it to her mouth, where the ghost of G’raha’s lips still linger. 

It wasn’t their first kiss—far from it. It was the surprise, and the public display of it. Who knew G’raha could be so bold? 

Heart still hammering, Nayra spoke—or tried to, at least. Her throat felt so dry. She cleared it. “I don’t mind it,” she murmured. She nibbled on her taiyaki again. G’raha looked up. His face was even more flushed than hers was. It made her want to laugh. And laugh she did, a soft rumble in her chest and curling of her lips. He frowned. 

“It’s not funny.”

“Of course it is. You kissed me out of the blue and now you’re embarrassed because of it.”

G’raha’s jaws tightened. 

“Oh, come now.” She leaned across and brushed her lips against the corner of his mouth, right where it curled downward. She touched his cheek, smiling. “There, now we’re even.”

It softened G’raha’s expression, but he was not ready to release his pout. “That’s far from even,” he mumbled. 

“I’m not kissing you out in public, Raha.”

“I know, I know, I’m not asking you to. But, maybe later…?”

He let the question hang. Nayra felt another flush rising up her cheeks. She looked away, knowing full well the tease in his voice and his eyes were not leaving anytime soon. 

“I know one thing for sure: never listen to Hancock.”

G’raha settled back on his seat again with a laugh. “I can agree with that.”

~ END ~

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Yandere Cecaelia: Brishon

This is one of my more enjoyable pieces to write, but it always felt a little janky whenever I reread it. Regardless, hopefully it is good enough for you to read as well.

A cecaelia is a mythical creature kind of like a mermaid, but with the bottom half of an octopus instead of a fish tail. Think Ursula from the little mermaid. 

Cecaelia’s name is Brishon. 

Once upon a time, legends say that in the midst of a storm that nearly ended the world as many know it, a monster was born into the world. The mother had been stated to have messed around with the darker forces of the world, including consorting with witchcraft and horrible beasts that all the world over were frightened of. 

None of this has ever been truly proven, but the child she bore into the world was proof enough to string her up and cast the baby into the sea to fend for itself. It was said the baby was born with tentacles sprouting from its lower half and when it let loose its first scream, lightning struck the ground around the cliffside cottage it was born into and thunder shook the air for miles around. 

The woman who gave birth to the frightful creature was also a widower and was said to have killed her previous husband for experiments and sold many parts of the body to the black underbelly of the world. Thus, when she became pregnant rumors circulated that she cast a spell on herself or did the carnal deed with the monsters she consorted with. 

When the baby was first revealed to the world and many looked upon it with horrorstruck eyes, the rumors were immediately dispelled and were put in solid stone as facts. Thus, they killed the mother and tossed the baby. 

It was said that the storm had reached its peak not when the baby was born, but when the woman was executed. Many believe that it was the baby watching its mother die that caused what happened next. 

Not many in that village survived, but those that did said that the moment the woman’s eyes lost their light, a huge wave engulfed nearly the entire town and the baby’s body stretched and contorted until it towered above the town. It was said to have let loose a frightful screech and appeared to control the waves themselves to swallow the town whole. 

And when everything was said and done, the few remaining drenched and blood streaked survivors grabbed the now normal sized monster baby and threw it into the sea below. 

Nobody is sure if the baby survived, but it has been proven that something lurks beneath the ocean’s depths. Wherever rain has fallen for more than a week, the storm will pick up and unless a sacrifice is given to the sea, a monster will pull itself from the waters below and destroy any seaside village it has laid its wrathful gaze upon. 

Nobody knows what happens to the sacrifices except they are never seen again. Some say the monster eats them, still others say it seeks to have its way with the hapless victims, but the one least regarded is the one with some shred of truth. 

If such a monster lives hated and feared, perhaps it seeks at least one being that will stay by its side for companionship. Of course, others argue, it is a heartless monster, so why would it ever seek any form of a friend when it could just as easily tear them to shreds. 

The only thing agreed upon in even the most outlandish of claims is that it has a cruel streak that can never be sated.

~~~~

A girl’s scream rang out as the mob pushed and pulled the frightened young woman through the rain soaked streets of a seaside town. Tears fell from her eyes as she sobbed and pleaded, but the mob ignored her pleas with cruel ears blocking out her cries of innocence. On a nearby cliffside overlooking the choppy seas below, a pole was affixed into the ground and the woman was led up, tied to it, and left to scream after the mob as it left. Her sobs were ripped away and tossed around by the unforgiving wind before filtering to the watery depths below to reach a different kind of cruel ears. 

The woman paused in her shouts when the ground at the edge of the cliff groaned and crumbled under the weight of what appeared to be a large tentacle. Her eyes widened and she slowly shook her head, wishing that her fate could have been different as more tentacles slithered their way up the cliffside before a large hand grabbed the side and hefted the body onto the rock. 

As she let shaky breaths in and out of her heaving lungs, she looked up and up to finally reach the cruel eyes of the monster feared by all who lived by the sea. Dark green strands of hair partially covered the light blue-green skin and cruel sky blue eyes, but the (e/c) eyes of the woman still managed to lock with his own orbs even with her own (h/l) (h/c) hair plastered to her skin and obscuring part of her vision. 

For a moment all was silent as they took each other in. The monster noted the slight confusion and hurt, but also the overwhelming fear in the woman’s (e/c) depths, as well as the many bruises and welts and scars that covered the (s/t) skin that wasn’t covered by the rain soaked, knee length white dress that was plastered to her skin by the driving rain.  Meanwhile, the woman took in the overwhelming cruelty in the monster’s eyes, but also noted a deep sadness that couldn’t be completely covered by the scar that arched through his right eye or the malice contained within. 

The woman also noted long faded scars that spoke of abuse and cruelty of someone’s lashing out towards that which they couldn’t understand. She only knew this from experience and looked up at him with newly saddened eyes that caused his own to widen with a dawning understanding. 

Finding a similar suffering soul was not what he expected, but as he took in the abused woman, his eyes narrowed and he turned his wrathful gaze, alight with madness and cruelty known only to those long sufferers who finally caved into violence, onto the town below. Knowing such madness, as it happened to her long deceased brother, the woman cried desperately out to the cruel, yet abused monster and pleaded with him to spare the village. 

The monster noted what she said, and was filed with confusion over the fact that she could even think about letting her abusers go free, and called out with a booming voice. 

“You wish to spare such filth from a fate they deserve, girl,” the monster questioned, “They deserve this and much more. I would hope that they would suffer in the afterlife as well for their misdeeds.” 

But the woman never wanted anyone to end up like her brother, for her heart held only kindness and patience for even the worst of souls. So she pleaded again. 

“Even if they did such cruel things, surely everyone deserves a second chance? Please, spare their lives!” 

Shocked and slightly angered by the woman’s trust in fickle, horrible humans, he looked at her for a long moment longer, before flicking a tentacle. The sea quickly responded and the entire town was swept away by the fast moving waters. The woman screamed out in horror, reaching out to the destroyed town as if to try to turn back time and rescue what wasn’t there anymore. She was lifted from the pole that tied her to the ground and taken into one of the monsters large hands. 

She still screamed and reached out to what wasn’t there as the hand curled up and she was enclosed in darkness. The monster tilted his head as the woman squirmed and attempted to escape his clutches, before diving back into the sea to take his prize back to his home in the part of the waters known to many sailors as having eternal rain. 

A thick fog enshrouded the entire area, hiding a large cluster of rocks that jutted out into the sea. In the center was a place most easily accessible by diving below and through the rocky terrain rather than attempt to clamber over and around the rocks that were tightly pressed together near the top of the water, allowing only small fish to squeeze through the upper waters. The only place to get in and out of the rocks easily from above sea level was a hidden tunnel that went all the way to the inside of the enclosed off space.

It was that place where the monster and, soon, a woman lived. 

~~~~~

When I was born my mother died after giving birth. The village was filled with whispers of how a child actually lived past birth when the mother died. It had never happened before and yet there I was, an abomination to everyone’s eyes simply for being alive and healthy. There was a tension that surrounded my father and brother when I was around. 

Even from a young age I could tell that something was wrong. But the day that tension finally overwhelmed the unspoken peace came on my seventh birthday. My father flew into a rage and punched me, his wedding ring that he never took off cutting my cheek and turning into my first scar. 

My brother fought for me as best as he could, enough so that many began to regard him as a monster or devil child as well. After that day, my father fell into the clutches of alcohol and the empty promises of pleasure houses. Whenever he had the chance, he would try to attack me. It only ever worked when my brother wasn’t around. 

But, one day, he tried to go too far and my brother came home to find him trying to undress me. On that day, I lost my father. A few days later, my brother was executed and I was made an outcast. The townspeople called me a witch and I was barely able to survive on the scraps I could scrounge up. 

I thought that my life would never change. Until the day the rain began to fall and never stopped, at least for me. Then, the people tracked me down and subdued me, forcing me into a dress, and dragging me through the streets as a sacrifice. 

I thought I was going to die that day. 

They probably thought so too. 

Then he showed up and killed them. He spared my life, but took me from my home and across the ocean to a place where the rain never seemed to let up. 

He introduced himself as Brishon, talking of how he named himself and laughing at the irony of it meaning born in rain. I couldn’t help but laugh at that. It eased some of the tension of the first week I had spent in silence around him. I introduced myself to him and every single time I hear him call my name, I can’t help but think back to the few loved ones in my life who called it out in a similar manner. 

“(Y/n)!” 

The call shattered your daydreams and you blinked, clearing your eyes from the haze that had overtaken them when you first settled down to your inner musings. You lazily took in the saltwater lagoon, shaded slate grey from the clouds almost always covering the sky above. You drifted over the sandy shores, the jungle reaching all the way to the very edges of the land, before brushing over the sharp rocks that seemed to tower over everything but the being right before you. 

You streched and righted yourself, tucking your legs beneath you, before smiling up at Brishon. He relaxed as you acknowledged him, but his eyes still held the cruel gleam to them that always suggested he had attacked a town before coming back from his outing. As he settled himself on the large flat rock you were currently residing on, you pouted up at him. You hated violence and even if he was now a friend, Brishon still had a natural affinity for it that you feared he too readily accepted. 

As he finished heaving his form up and wrapped his tentacles in a loop around where you sat, he finally looked down and noticed your pout and disapproving look. His eyes glinted with slight bloodlust as he thought about what he had been doing before coming back, but it faded to amusement. 

“Oh, come on (Y/n). These bastards really did deserve it.” 

Your pout only grew more pronounced and you huffed before turning away from him. A momentary pause, before he sighed and a shuffling sound filled your ears. His index finger and thumb hovered into view, with a large bag, at least to you, held between his fingers. You carefully reached out and wrapped your slim arms around it as best as you could. When he was sure you had a firm hold on it, he let go and you lowered the bag. 

Opening it, your lips twitched into a happy smile when the shiny covers of books were revealed to the light. A few glossy apples tumbled out as you pulled the books out, but you only truly forgave him when you pulled out a package and opened it to reveal the cakes you always said you liked were neatly lined up in it. 

Turning around, you beamed up at him happily and gestured for him to bend down. His lips quirking into a smile this time, he leaned down. Reaching up on the tips of your toes, you placed a feather light kiss on his cheek. You nuzzled your head against him, whispering out your thanks, and his eyes fluttered shut, letting out a relieved and tranquil sigh as you did so. You figured it was from lack of a maternal figure or any parental figure and form of love growing up - at least you had had your brother - but he loved when you showed him any form of love or appreciation. Sometimes even just calling out to him or resting your hand on one of his fingers or face was enough to completely cool his temper. 

When you finished thanking him, you grabbed his face as best as you could and looked at him sternly. He stared at you for a few moments, before letting out another sigh that ruffled your clothes and whipped your hair around and closed his eyes. He held out his hand and you pushed everything back into the bag before clambering into his hand. When you were situated, he lifted it up and began to bring you to the top of the rocks that closed in the lagoon. 

“I didn’t completely destroy it. I mostly just destroyed the red light district and part of their port. I made sure to leave most of it intact, but some of those people just pissed me off.” 

You sighed, but knew that he held back for your sake, so you decided to just let it go with a sympathetic pat to the palm of the hand holding you. At first, when he had brought you here he had been terrified of touching you even after holding you in his hand for a few hours to get here. It still amazed you how fast he could travel through water, but you guessed his control over it aided him greatly in that endeavor. He may have been the first to initiate conversation after bringing you here, but it wasn’t until you marched straight over to him and clambered up onto one of his tentacles as he lightly protested and loudly began spouting random facts about yourself and many, many horrible puns that the unspoken tension between you two was finally, completely, ruptured. 

One of those many facts was the reason why for the past few years he had taken to carrying you to the top before bringing you back down to your house that you and him had built for you to rest comfortably for the night. While it still rained for most of the day, one of the only times it would ever clear was at sunup and sundown. You had talked of your love of the beautiful sunrises and sunsets of your home village and out in the middle of the sea it was even more beautiful. 

You gave him a friend, someone who understood at least a small portion of the hurt that ached inside of him, while he gave you a safe place to stay and nearly anything you could want for as long as you stayed by his side. You jokingly said that the only way you would ever leave was if someone forcibly took you, but the way he reacted was a little alarming, despite the fact that he was basically a violent child in a large and monstrous body. He had panicked and shook and vaguely reminded you of the way your brother had girlishly screamed and jumped on a chair when a large rat entered the house. You watched this almost the exact way you did your brother that day; with a deadpan look on your face, with an air of humor and bemusement surrounding you. 

Only instead of removing a rat as your brother shrieked in the background about how unsanitary it was, you were comforting a being nearly ten times your size as he freaked out about you being taken when he had no problem destroying any other threat that got in his way. 

All too soon, it was night and Brishon dived down into the water for his night time escapade. Sleepy, you turned in for bed, not noticing that the ever present sound of rain tapping on the roof wasn’t there. 

~~~~~

You blinked awake when a crash sounded from somewhere at the front of your house. You almost dismissed it, but you realized the sound actually came from inside your house and Brishon couldn’t exactly fit. You bolted up at the same time your bedroom door was slammed open and you locked eyes with a tall, muscled, darkly skinned man. A moment of silence stretched out before you started to scream at the stranger who showed up and he began to scream back upon realizing you were in the room. A moment of useless blubbering and frantic pointing began, before you both ran out of breath. 

Then, you were both left heaving as cursing and the sound of thumping boots reached your ears. The man began to freak out and called out in a much deeper voice than the one he screamed with. 

“It’s alright captain! There is someone here, but let me calm her first.” 

You let out a quiet snort at that as he seemed just as frightened, or at least as startled, as you, but he shot you a look and listened for a sound of confirmation. When he received it, he carefully slid into the room and shut the door. You noted that it was still dark out but it seemed the sky was slowly lightening, which meant that Brishon was either back and completely conked out or, and more likely judging by the clear skies, he was still out. You hesitantly glanced at the man who was cautiously sitting in a nearby chair, before speaking. 

“Brishon will be back soon. I suggest you get out of here before he shows up. And before you ask why you should leave, he is extremely large, can control the water, and is not afraid of using violence to take out threats.” 

As you spoke, you carefully reached behind you and began scribbling down a note just in case what you feared would happen, happened. Just as the man opened his mouth to speak, the door was kicked open and another equally large man sauntered in. But he didn’t seem as nice as the first man seemed to be. When he laid eyes on you, curled up on the top of your bed, his eyes lit up, and he quickly walked over to you, grabbing your face and inspecting you. 

“Oi, Charles,” he exclaimed to the first, “Why didn’t you tell me the lady was this cute? I might just steal her for myself.” 

As he said this, he picked you up and placed you over his shoulder and began to exit. He kept a tight grip on you even as you squirmed, but part of your squirming was to quickly snatch a large apple you had painted gold in boredom and some twine. The other man, newly dubbed Charles, hastily followed behind, eyes catching onto what you were doing, but not saying anything as you desperately hushed him. His eyes lit up with understanding and he snatched the note, twine, and apple from your hands and put the note around the core of the apple. As you were carried out of your house, he threw it where it would easily catch the light before talking to the man whose broad shoulder you were over. 

“I’m sorry Xavier, but I didn’t want her to freak out when you grabbed her.” 

“I told you Charles, call me captain. It is my title after all. And besides, if I don’t like the wench, I can always drop her off at whatever town we pillage next before taking off.” 

You shivered, not liking the way Xavier talked, or the fact that his thumb was caressing your thigh. You could only hope he didn’t plan on doing it when he got back to wherever it was he was taking you so that Brishon would have enough time to save you. 

~~~~~

The first fact that alerted him that something was wrong was the fact that the skies were clear. The second thing was that he passed under a ship that, while not necessarily was leaving his home, was headed away from it which at the very least indicated that it had passed by it. The third thing was the fact that (Y/n), his sweet, little, friendly, and loyal (Y/n), who was always on time even when she was sleepy, wasn’t there to greet him. The last, and worst, was the note tied to the apple he had watched her paint gold yesterday. 

It told him all he needed to know and as the sky got cloudy, the air grew foggy, and the sea became choppy, he dived back down, growing back up to his full size from the relatively human size he was before to read the note, and sped off with nothing but murder on his mind for the pitiful pirates who stole what he loved most in this horrible, wretched world he was forced to live in. 

Soon, he came upon his target. The ship was rocked to and fro, at the mercy of his anger. He rose up, engulfing the ship in a dark shadow as the sky darkened further and lightning struck and thunder boomed giving his wrath a roar and a light he couldn’t convey in anything other than the primal, nature-driven screech that the storm was. 

He spared the ship at first if only to make certain of where (Y/n) was. Once he was sure, from the water he controlled seeping in and giving a full search, he picked up and tore the ship apart, not giving a damn as he was enraged to find she had been pressed against a bed by a lust-driven pirate. Swiftly, he picked her out and wrapped a tentacle around her, pulling her up and out of the ship and onto his shoulder. Once he was reassured by her small hands swiftly grabbing hold of a few of his wet locks of hair, he focused on tearing to shreds all those who thought they could steal his love from him. 

They were dead before they even hit the water, but he saved the first one, who thought he could take (Y/n) for himself for last. Grabbing him and squeezing all the while, he gently lifted (Y/n) into his other hand, before swimming off back to the lagoon, leaving only the wreckage of the ship and mutilated bodies for the sharks drawn by the smell of blood to find. 

~~~~~

You had been stuck in the brig of the ship for several hours before Charles, with a saddened look on his face came to fetch you. He led you through the ship, past other leering pirates, before knocking on a door and pushing you inside before closing it and walking away. You shivered slightly, when Xavier greeted you from the bed he was sitting on. He gestured for you to come over and, hesitantly, you walked over as the pistol by his side was still close enough to threaten you. 

As you stepped closer, you realized that the ship was rocking way more than it had even minutes earlier when Charles was guiding you through the ship and could only hope that it meant help was coming soon as you were tugged onto Xavier when you were within arms reach of him, before he turned you both over. As he looked down at you, you whimpered at the lust shining through his gaze. He leaned down, but before he could do anything, the ship was suddenly lifted up and split open and a familiar tentacle wrapped around your waist before pulling you out into the storm raging just outside. 

You were lifted up onto a large shoulder, your hands finding purchase in his rain-slicked hair and holding on tight. But, instead of heading back, he began to kill each and every single member of the crew before they could even hit the water. He grabbed only one, Xavier, before he gently lifted you into his other hand and headed back to the lagoon. 

There, you were placed on the beach in front of your house and looked on in horror as Xavier was placed next to you, already sporting numerous bruises and broken bones, before Brishon lifted himself up and suddenly shifted into a more human sized body. You were held in place by shock, because he had never told you he could do that before, and horror, as he began to kill Xavier in the cruelest, most drawn out way he could. 

By the end of it, you were covered in blood splatters and silently crying. You just kept staring at the corpse, not realizing Brishon had moved until you felt warm arms wrap around your upper body, tentacles already curled around your legs to prevent you from moving, and a pair of lips crashed into your own. Despite now being mostly human sized, Brishon still towered over you by nearly two and a half feet. You struggled to the best of your abilities, but on top of him already holding onto you tightly and him being much stronger than you, you were also weak from the shock of watching someone die right in front of your eyes, even if the man had tried to have his way with you only a short time ago. 

Brishon kissed you ferociously, leaving you no time to snap your jaw shut before his tongue had already dived deep into your mouth. He explored every corner of your mouth, tasting you and claiming it as his own. A few tears escaped your tightly screwed up eyes, but they opened a sliver when he pulled away with a nip from his sharp teeth to your bottom lip. 

As you stared at him, heaving for breath, you flinched from the intensity in his eyes. It wasn’t quite the lust of the now deceased Xavier, but it was just as bad from the messed up mix of love, adoration, anger, and lust swirling around in the blue depths. He kissed you again, but kept it chaste, before trailing his lips down to your neck, leaving a flurry of kisses and bite marks in his wake. 

While he was marking your neck, you didn’t notice he had been moving until you were on your back on your mattress with Brishon staring down at you intently. As you stared up at him, a few tears leaking from your red-rimmed eyes, he pulled away slightly, before falling onto the mattress by your side and pulling you further into his embrace. The last thing he said to you before he passed out, still holding your trembling form in his arms still made you equally terrified and sympathetic to this day. 

“I don’t want to force you into anything you don’t want, but I had to at least mark you in some way otherwise I would have sunk to the lows of the bastard currently rotting outside. I’m sorry (Y/n), but I really do love you and I have been alone for so long, so I will spend all my time trying to convince you to love me back.”

[arrow-gt-ace]

For any version of Jack!

Are there any foods he hates?

Is it tastes that bother him, or smells and texture?

Are there any foods that he can’t eat/eats differently? I was imagining a giant trying to eat crawfish and just munching down on the shell lol

so Jack is a very open-minded person when it comes to food. he'll try pretty much anything, and he'll try his best to finish it, especially if it's something someone else has offered him (it's the polite thing to do). as long as the food isnt straight-up poisoned or something he'll eat it, even if it might not be his most favorite thing in the world.

he's not the biggest fan of strong bitter flavors. when they're mixed with other things and not the most prominent flavor note, he appreciates the complexity of it and enjoys them. but when the bitterness is super strong and in the foreground, say black coffee or such, he's not into it (hence why he pours a ton of sugar and dairy into his coffee asdfgk) but if we're talking foods he actually has a very hard time with: squid and octopus. it's more so the psychological factor. he just doesn't like the idea of these things on a plate... though i imagine if he actually tries eating it, the textures combined with the psychological factor would make it worse. he'd sorta do that thing where "oh, i'm chewing this and i'm trying so very hard to not spit it out because my brain is saying we do not like this but i'm going to try to swallow anyway." he doesnt mind other kinds of mollusk like clams or oysters, it's just cephalopods that get him sdfghk I imagine when it comes to things that have bones and shells, it might be frustrating for a giant to take them out since they're so tiny... you might need to get a human friend to debone/shell them first, since big hands would make the task difficult. though i wonder... maybe a big enough giant would just not get hampered by it in the first place? I'm thinking of things like anchovies and other small fish where they're small enough that people can just eat them whole, bones and all. I like the idea of time traveler!jack just eating entire roast chickens in one bite. or minigiant!jack eating an entire melon with the rind bc from his perspective it's going to be thinner and softer than how a human would perceive it.. tho to what degree, i'm not sure

[paperstorm]

Since the phone sex scene is in later chapters, any chance we can get a lil snippet from next week's chapter? Sexy or no sexy, I'm not picky 😅❤️

Here you go <3

Tbh this one isn't really very spoilery but I'm putting it under a cut anyway

They have an entire day off on Friday, after they return to Dallas. No games, no practices, not so much as a team meeting or an optional skate. Coach Ryder had cheered with them on the jet on the way home, toasting with champagne in celebration of winning every one of their five games on the road, and then had informed them he didn’t want to see a single one of their faces for a full 24 hours.

TK had avoided the champagne successfully because everyone was too happy to notice he hadn’t sipped at his after it was poured.

He spends the entire day in his apartment with Carlos. They wake up together and they have slow, quiet sex in TK’s bed with messy hair and slightly stale kisses. Carlos makes them breakfast after they finally force themselves horizontal at nearly 11AM, and TK is very quickly realizing that cooking for people is one of the many ways Carlos demonstrates he cares about someone. He always wants to, and he gets a little hurt frown on his face when TK used to occasionally turn him down, so now he doesn’t. He always nods enthusiastically and raves about whatever Carlos has made, even if it’s scrambled eggs and toasted bagels, and he loves the way Carlos smiles at him when he does.

In the early evening, TK is relaxing on his couch with his bare feet up on the coffee table, crossed at the ankles. Carlos is lying on his side with his head in TK’s lap. They’re watching a documentary about a diver who makes friends with an octopus, and TK thinks Carlos has fallen asleep. It’s just as well; he’s been teary-eyed more than once and it’s maybe still early in their relationship for Carlos to find out how easily TK cries at things like this. He has his hand pushed up under Carlos’s t-shirt, fingers curled around his waist, and the fingers of his other hand are in Carlos’s hair, scratching gently at his scalp. If TK had to guess, he’d think that’s what probably lulled Carlos to sleep, so he doesn’t stop even after Carlos stops moving and his breath evens out.

As the credits are rolling and tears are streaming down TK’s face, Carlos stirs. TK quickly brings a hand up to his face to wipe away the wetness there, so that by the time Carlos wakes and rolls onto his back and blinks up at TK, he can just smile down at him and go back to stroking his hair.

“How long was I out?”

“I’m not sure,” TK says honestly. “A while.”

Carlos huffs a laugh through his nose and covers his face with his hands for a moment, then letting them settle onto his stomach. “I’m worn out.”

“It’s okay.” TK shrugs. “I didn’t mind.”

“How was the movie?”

“Really good. You’ll have to finish it another time.”

Carlos’s eyes narrow a little, searching TK’s face, and he asks, “Have you been crying?”

TK laughs and shakes his head in spite of himself. “Maybe a little. It was very heartfelt.”

Carlos nods and licks his lips. He reaches up, tapping two fingers against TK’s sternum, over his heart. “This is a lot more sensitive than you want people to know, isn’t it?”

TK swallows thickly, swallowing down an instinct to brush it off. “Maybe.”

“Maybe,” Carlos agrees. His smile is soft.