#you’d think it was peck because I draw him a lot but generally peck serves more as a reader insert

[die-like-a-virgin]

frottage.. i wanna see how you do this one

Mail is actually incredibly physically sensitive and hates taking his clothes off, so frottage is perfect for him <333

[ushidoux]

Good Teacher - Sugawara x Reader

Summary: You meet Sugawara on an online dating app expecting something tame, but get more than you expected. (~3.1k words)

Warnings: fem pronouns, fem!reader, some features are described ***, dom/sub dynamics, collaring, daddy kink, breathplay, dacryphilia, spanking, edging, toy use, restraint use, sub drop

A/N: Again, this was a commission so some features are described!! Otherwise, please enjoy my first longer BDSM fic.

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Being alone in your bedroom at 9pm on a Friday night may have felt like a loss on any other day, but today, with your phone buzzing non-stop and every neuron in the sexy parts of your brain firing, you could not think of anything else you would rather do.

Well, actually you could think of a few, and most of them involved slipping out of your pajamas and slipping under your new flame.

Sugawara Koushi.

A name like that sounded sweet. Maybe even bland. Safe.

When you’d swiped right on his profile on the tamer of your social media apps, you’d expected someone mild-mannered and easy to speak to. He was an elementary school teacher with soft features, white hair and a cute mole under his left eye. He couldn’t possibly be as forward as the other guys you’d dealt with over the years. A tame, responsible choice.

You’d started texting back and forth quickly, with polite, formal introductions which progressed to cute messages and long phone calls, and you’d even managed a very chaste first date where he’d picked you up at 8pm on the dot and taken you to a fine restaurant on the water.

You normally would have expected to be dicked down that night, and had paired sexy lingerie under your silky mauve dress for exactly that, but you weren’t too surprised when he left you at your doorstep with a peck on the forehead.

The only unsettling thing about the kiss was the way his eyes had lingered on your lips, just as his fingers trailed the curve of your jaw as he tucked your hair behind your ear. It was too practiced, too… dominant.

You suspected he was holding something back.

And he was, because once you’d ventured to call in the middle of the night, a little bit tipsy and yearning for a little bit more than a smile and a gentle touch from him, you’d broken some sort of dam.

He’d called you a needy, desperate, pretty little slut, desperate for Daddy’s cock but needing to prove herself that she was willing to ride with Daddy’s very, very strict set of rules first, and you’d practically cum at the sudden turn of his voice.

Now anything was fair game.

I have… particular taste. Are you sure you can keep up, princess?

The warmth between your legs and the image of full balls and a weighty, rigid cock told you, you would absolutely be ready for anything he had in store for you. 

Yes, daddy. I’m up for anything you want.

You, of course, couldn’t see the wide smile spreading across his face on the other end, as he palmed his cock slowly while reading your texts and admiring your nudes, and texted back:

We’ll need a shit ton of rope.

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Sugawara’s hands are much larger than you’d anticipate, and rougher, and you wonder how much of it is due to high school athletics or from the fact that he’s quick to slap or spank you at any chance he gets. Your skin is sometimes red, sometimes bruised, and always marked, and it’s exactly the way you like it.

The first time you have sex, he starts you off as though you are the most shy of virgins even though you claim that you’re not exactly inexperienced.

“I wouldn’t want to break you, pretty girl,” he teases, as his hands worship your body, tracking down your waist to the center of your legs, and patting your cunt softly. Today, he’s promised to focus on your pleasure only because he wants to “break you in.” You wonder how many he’s “broken in,” then you realize you don’t really care. You’re his one and only princess right now, and you intend to be for quite a while. 

The pleasure of being a good dom is that he can choose to serve - he can choose to be doting and he can choose to be harsh with punishment. Since it’s your first day since you’ve entered this contract with him, he’s decided to focus on the catering part of his personality, and familiarize you with his desires.

The rose-gold Turian collar on your neck compliments your skin well, he takes note, as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth and leans you against him while you are seated on the edge of the bed and he’s kneeling just so before you, fingers deep in your cunt.

“You’re gonna keep that pretty little thing around your neck, aren’t you, pretty baby?”

His fingers move so fast that it’s hard for you to speak, and the arm that’s wrapped around your waist and keeping you flush against him is tightening the longer he continues. He’s a lot stronger than he looks, you know from every heavy spank he’s given you.

“I-I will, daddy, every day and every night,” you pant out, your tongue lolling as his fingers curve upwards and his lips leave your nipple with a soft pop and make their way to your quivering mouth.

“Good,” he whispers as he bites your lower lip. “You’re so obedient… I like that in a little one,” he affirms.

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He’s kind when he teaches, patient even. 

He’s also generous; he gifts you with your first corset, a dark, lacy and tight thing that almost takes your breath away initially, especially when he tightens it onto you himself. Even if it’s constraining, you feel empowered from the very moment you look in the mirror. Your breasts sit high, and you spin once in a gesture of delight; he kisses down your neck as you admire yourself.

“This is only to get you used to a little bit of restriction,” he reassures, as he pulls you into his lap. “But I can’t deny that you look breathtaking.”

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Since you’ve been so bold as to take his breath away, it isn’t too long until he decides he wants to see what you look like when you’re truly struggling for air. After all, the little shiny thing around your neck catches his eye way too often for his comfort, and his pants suddenly feel too tight for a casual grocery store run.

Your safeword is red, like the blood that courses through your veins as his fingers tighten around your throat.

He thumbs your pink, puffy lips, and it would be loving if he wasn’t calling you a stupid little cocktease.

“Pretty little bambi, prancing around like you’re free to be with anyone other than me.”

The breath that tickles your face is a taunt, because you’re slowly getting lightheaded, barely able to focus on the long index finger he’s commanding you to suck. 

The pressure he puts on your neck is varying; for moments you can draw a single staccato breath, which encourages him to press his lips to yours and absorb you in a kiss before he reapplies pressure; his naked body presses against yours, rolling painstakingly slow. He hasn’t even entered you yet.

Breathplay, he calls it.

You gasp as his cock slips into your wet entrance just as fast as his hand leaves your throat, and he too draws a deep breath as he fills you to the hilt. 

He lets out a soft laugh as he caresses the hair that is sticking to your face, and readjusts himself yet again - of course, he’s also better endowed than you’d expect him to be - before he picks up speed and chokes you again.

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“I… Kou-”

“Daddy,” he stresses, unphased as he continues to press a small clitoral stimulator to your tender, overworked bud.

“D-Daddy~” you cry out in a soft, drawn out whine, and you shift a little bit because the ties that keep your ankles attached to the legs of the chair, your pussy exposed and vulnerable with your crotch wide open, are starting to dig into your skin. But you can’t move all that much, there’s additional rope around your waist that keeps you against the back of the chair and you think the soft satin that keeps your wrists behind you is probably overkill, even if you have to admit you like the color.

“Yes, sweetheart~” he whispers in a voice accented with assertive sweetness, his eyes still lowered and focused on the heave of your chest as he watches you drip before him.

“I-” 

You scream.

He’d angled the toy upwards, and somehow within the small bundle of nerves he’s targeted an even more precise cluster of endings - there’s a flash of white you see before you cum practically violently, lurching forward so rapidly that he has to keep the chair steady so that you won’t fall over on the pretty little face he adores.

It’s possibly the fourth time he’s had to ground you in the past hour, and it’s an act of mercy because he had been edging you repeatedly, forcing your pussy to clench desperately around nothing but air.

The way you gush and spray so lewdly onto the chair, onto the floor, onto the hand he plays on your sopping wet pussy reminds him he chose very, very well.

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It’s nearly silent and it’s dark now, far too dark for you to see. 

Your Koushi has prepared you for this next step lovingly, sometimes not so lovingly over the past couple of weeks to build up to this.

The blindfold that obscures your vision is soft and slightly sweet smelling, as though spritzed with a floral scent about a day ago prior to this. Again your hands are bound, but he’s used lined handcuffs instead of ties, and your wrists are before you, not behind you. 

But you’re lying on your belly, a spreader forcing your thighs apart. He must really love the way your pussy looks staring him in the face.

“You seem to be a glutton for punishment, princess,” he says, accenting his words with a hard slap on your inner thigh. You gasp, but his hands linger tighten, and are then followed by what can only be the press of his tongue against the stinging portion.

“Daddy, I’ll behave, I’m so sorry,” you moan as his hand grips a generous portion of your asscheek.

But you won’t behave, because you’ve learned that Suga likes just a touch of bratty behavior and that gets him quite physical with you. He knows this just as much as you.

He slaps your ass fervently, the slight jiggle drawing a pleased sigh from his lips.

“You’re a silly little slut, though…” he starts, rubbing a hand along the length of your thigh, “how can I trust any of your promises?”

His finger travels to your open center, and when he sees you tense up, he stops.

“You need a firm hand to guide you always…”

His right hand curves again around your cunt and his middle and ring finger finds its way into your slippery hole, while his index taps your clit and his little finger (he’s dexterous like this), taps ever so lightly around your asshole. 

You shudder.

“Arch your back, you little cumslut. Make it easy for daddy.”

As you inch backwards slowly using your elbows and knees to rise up, his right hand continues to move with you, but then his other hand lands heavily on your other asscheek.

It breaks your concentration and you almost fall because it takes quite a lot more energy than you would expect to move this way with your hands bound and your legs spread, but you persevere. 

For him.

Before you can whine once you’ve gotten into position, he withdraws his hand from your cunt.

“No!” You find yourself shrieking before you realize. You can’t have him edge you again, he’s absolutely cruel, you can’t…

“Oh, I thought I called the shots here, princess,” Sugawara reminds you, voice honeyed and cruel. You can feel his fingers weave into your hair and the warm tip of what must be his cock prod at your entrance.

“Sir, please~”

“Beg.”

He spreads you open with a hand massaging your ass, again tapping teasingly all around your vagina, but he won’t push in to give you the pleasure of having his cock inside you.

Your heart is pounding with desire.

“Please!”

“Please what?”

“Please fill me up, daddy!”

That statement of desire earns you an inch, an inch that makes you swallow saliva hard and your muscles tense with need and want.

“M-more, more please!”

“You’re so demanding. I would say your eyes are bigger than your pretty little pussy, but you can’t see, can you?”

He laughs, but he pushes in further another inch, than another, moving painstakingly slow, slow enough that you’re biting your lower lip until blood is drawn. The stretch is achingly delicious but it leaves you starved for more.

You’re begging and whining, and soon you’re trying your best to sink onto him further but he’s got you restrained for a reason.

“Greedy little bitch,” he murmurs, but he kisses your neck lovingly as he fills you to the hilt.

The unmistakable noise of flesh hitting flesh and minimal friction fills the room but you care less about sound, only about the slap of his balls against your cunt as he thrusts into you from behind.

More. Deeper. Faster. Harder.

He’s a master at drawing desire out of you, you wonder if you even needed these toys and ties and other accoutrements. You’re already so utterly wrapped for him. 

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There’s a movie playing on your screen that you had both been pretending to watch, cuddled together on the couch, your legs resting across his lap. You had barely gotten through the opening credits before he pulled you onto him fully and had you straddle him.

“You want a snack, pretty baby?” He whispers, as though it weren’t just the two of you staring in each other’s eyes.

Your eyelashes bat and you nod.

He doesn’t break eye contact while he reaches for a strawberry, fresh from the farmer’s market you’d strolled through this morning, from a bowl set on the table. 

This one is drizzled in chocolate, and he runs it along the length of your collarbone, eye contact still heavy and unflinching before he dips down to catch it in his mouth.

It hangs out halfway from his teeth and he cues you to take it from him mouth to mouth. You split half of it, letting the sweet tartness permeate your senses.

His arm hooks around your waist and pulls you in close as he presses his lips against yours. You weren’t aware of the glob of strawberry-flavored saliva he’d collected until he draws away, tilts your head back and tells you to open up wide so he can spit directly into your mouth.

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“Swallow.”

Suga’s relentlessly pounding an erect, frustrated and thick cock into your mouth, past your teeth and down your poor throat, and he’s close to his release now, you can tell by the way he’s now pressed your face so far against him that his carefully cropped pubes prick your face.

He’s warning you beforehand, and you’re thankful for the warning because when he cums with a soft, almost angelic moan, his penis jerks inside your mouth ever so slightly, and there’s a gush of hot, slippery liquid that slides down your throat.

You breathe through your nose. He tastes sweet, maybe it’s because of the strawberries from just earlier today, but nevertheless it’s a pleasant liquid you gulp down around his cock.

He loves the way your throat feels when it clamps around him, especially when you initially gag once accepting his cock.

You’re perfect.

“Come up, darling,” he bids you, pulling you up from your position on your knees.

“Are you gonna fill me up, daddy?” You mewl softly as he lifts up and carries you before laying you on your back.

“Yes, pretty baby, but let me taste your juicy little cunt first,” he says before he dives in between your legs.

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“You’re so good for me, you know that, don’t you?”

He kisses your neck softly as he holds you close to him while you lay in bed together. It’s close to 1am and he’s focused on aftercare, caressing your arms and waist and the curve of your hip gently. You’re facing away from him, not because you’re upset, but because you’re exhausted.

He’s worried you’re having a sub-drop; after all, he’s spent the last two hours slapping your face and calling you disgusting. He wonders if you forgot to use your safe word.

You’re new to this and he’s put you through a lot in the past few weeks.

“Sweetness,” he whispers, directly into your ear. “Look at me?”

You turn, cheeks still flushed from particularly hard slaps. His heart aches a bit for you, because those sweet lips are pulled downwards into a frown and he’s not sure if those are fresh tears that wet your eyelashes. 

He kisses your eyelids then rests his chin on the top of your head.

“Are you doing okay, my princess?”

You nod and reach for his face with your fingertips. Your dom softens under your touch because you are so precious to him. His fingers close around yours and he kisses your forehead.

“The most important thing is your comfort,” he asserts. He taps the collar around your neck that suggests in some way that you are his and he is yours. “You can take this off at any time.”

You wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face into his chest. It’s been fun and it’s also been freeing to have him take care of you. There’s a soft haze that wafts around your brain lately as you surrender to him. You are in love with him, deeply, in such a short amount of time.

“I would never,” you say, finally. 

His heart skips a beat.

“Unless you want to buy me a nicer one, of course.”

He chuckles. 

“You’re a feisty little one, aren’t you?” He remarks. He’s glad to look down at you and see you smiling again, eyes bright and brown. He reaches for your ass cheek, then raises your leg so that it lies across his hip. 

Your eyes twinkle with mischief.

“Well, that’s why you picked me to teach, isn’t it?” You raise an eyebrow, and the cheeky grin on your face is enough to make him get absolutely hard again.

Of course, only if you’re up to the task.

Suga bites gently on your lip again, his hand on your thigh. 

“I didn’t expect you to learn so quickly.”

“Maybe you really do have the gift of teaching,” you reply, as you stick your tongue into his mouth.

[tf2-hellhole]

Yaaay i got here in time! This blog rocks. Can i ask what your HCs are for what sort of affection (sexual, romantic, w/e) the mercs like the most?

Warning: No NSFW, but there is discussion of sex

I categorized it by romantic or sexual, but there’s a bit of categorizing by the 5 love languages idea too

If any of you are asexual or don’t want sex in any way, I think any of the mercs would be perfectly fine with that honestly. You can ignore the first bullet point for each mercenary, except Scout and Spy because rejection of sex is kinda involved in their development here.

Scout:

At first, sexual. After a while, both.

When you first start your relationship, the majority of the affection he tries to give you is sexual, because that’s the only type of affection he knows how to give. All of his past relationships have been purely sexual with little to no romantic attraction, so he honestly thinks relationships are a lot more about the sex than they are about the bond.

But eventually, as you give him more romantic, wholesome affection, he realizes that it’s not all about that. He quickly grows to love romantic affection and is constantly drowning you in it. He likes giving you lots of physical affection, like hugs and kisses, and lots of compliments, as well as taking you on lots of dates.

He grows to prefer romantic affection over sexual affection, but he still loves sex. Even that changes, however; he’s now ok with not having any sex, and if you want to have it, it’s not just about his own pleasure anymore.

Soldier:

Romantic.

Soldier is not the most affectionate partner (he’s honestly not very good at romance in general honestly), but he absolutely prefers romantic affection over sexual. He doesn’t have much of a drive for sex honestly, and even when he was young, it wasn’t something he cared about too much. But if you ever need him, he’s happy to provide what you need.

He’s not big on physical/verbal affection, but he is always showing his love through different acts of service. He will always do what you ask of him without a moment of hesitation, even if he really, really doesn’t want to do it. He will always, always serve you loyally, though he is prone to making mistakes when doing what you ask of him.

His next favorite form of affection is through quality time. He honestly lives for every moment he gets to spend with you, so he loves planning dates with you. He likes those types of casual fun dates people go on in movies; stuff like making out at the drive-in or going to a cafe for lunch.

Pyro:

Romantic.

In the way I interpret Pyro, they literally no interest in sex nor do they want it, and they are not willing to perform. But they absolutely loooooove giving and receiving romantic affection. They’re very lovey, so they’re constantly smothering you in it.

They love to give all kinds of physical affection. They’re always wrapping you up in big bear hugs, peppering your face in kisses, or whining for you to come cuddle with them. They honestly can get pretty needy, but if you tell them this they will respectfully try to respect your boundaries with no hard feelings.

They also love giving you presents. The most common thing they give you is drawings they’ve made you; they’re all kinda bad and very sweet. They also love giving you treats and trinkets they make themselves, which are actually very well-made.

Demo:

Both.

Demo does really enjoy sex and has a fairly decent drive for his age, but does it more for the bonding and enjoyment of your company than he does for the pleasure. But, being as affection-starved as he is, he also lives for any romantic affection you give him.

He’s actually quite the romantic, and he surprises you with the amount of affection and loves he showers on you everyday. His main form of affection is through physical affection; he’s always wrapping his arms around your waist, putting you on his lap, hugging you from behind, cuddling you at night, smothering you in wet kisses. But he also likes to be overly romantic to make you laugh.

He also loves spending time with you. He likes to take you on adventures and fun trips, but he also loves domestic stuff like snuggling up to watch a movie or making dinner together.

Heavy:

Romantic.

I mean, homie is 57 years old, and never cared about it when he was younger. He literally has no drive, but he will happily provide if you need him. So he definitely prefers romantic affection over sexual.

At first, he doesn’t seem to be the most affectionate partner. He doesn’t say “I love you” very often and doesn’t give lots of physical affection, but he’s constantly doing things for you, making you things (usually food) and spending time with you.

His favorite thing is spending quality time with you. The life he’s lived has taught him that spending time with the people you love is very, very important. So of course, he always cherishes every moment he spends with you. His absolute favorite thing is to have you cuddled up against his chest while you watch TV/he reads to you/ similar stuff.

But like I said, he also loves performing acts of service or giving you heartfelt gifts (he makes you food from his home, especially treats).

Engie:

Romantic.

Engie has always been quite a romantic, and loves giving romantic affection. He does enjoy sex, and honestly has a decently high drive for his age. But he doesn’t often ask for it on the rare occasion he needs you; he feels like he’d be too demanding or greedy if he propositioned you every time. On the rare occasion he indulges himself by asking, he always sets up the night to be very romantic and makes it way more about the bonding than his needs.

In general, he’s so adorably romantic. He’s always a total gentleman for you; treating you kindly and sweetly, doing things like opening doors, playing guitar for you, giving you all sorts of kisses. Like, the whole shebang.

He loves spending good quality time with you. He’s always doing things like playing you love songs, making and sharing dinner with you, taking you out to festivals and other fun events. But he’s also the type to appreciate the little things, like snuggling at night or cleaning together.

Medic:

Both.

Medic does have a love of romance and generally prefers it, but he also has a high drive for his age and needs you every once in a while. Most of the time he turns it into a sweet, romantic night for you two. He always surprises you with what a romantic he can be sometimes.

He loves all kinds of little shows of affection; swapping compliments, pecks on the cheek, holding hands. Little domestic things like that absolutely make his day, honestly. So he does have an fondness for physical affection. He’s a little touch-starved to be honest, so give him a big hug and he’ll melt on you with the goofiest grin on his face.

He also really loves gift-giving; he’s always showering you in treats and presents,  especially on holidays like your birthday or Valentine’s Day. He honestly loves pampering you like this. Sometimes he uses presents to kind of flex how well he knows you and your interests.

Sniper:

Romantic.

He does have the sexual drive you’d expect from a super repressed dude in his 20s, but he’s so unbelievably starved of affection that he absolutely lives for any romantic affection.

He’s very fond of physical affection, to the point he can get kinda clingy in private. He’s touchstarved so he always needs to be touching you. He specifically loves cuddling in bed/on the couch/another cozy place, but he also loves hugs, soft touches, nuzzles, kisses, literally anything physical. He’d probably cry a lil if you held him tenderly, kissed his face, and told him how much you love him.

He’s also very fond of words of affirmation, but he doesn’t actually show it too much. He always compliments you after you get ready for the day, even if you’re literally looking the worst you’ve ever looked. And he’d never admit it, but he loooooooves receiving compliments. He always brushes compliments off, but he’s red as a tomato afterward.

Spy:

At first, sexual. After a while, both.

When you first start dating Spy, he’s used to being unable to tell anyone about his feelings, thoughts, or memories, and venting it all through sex. It’s extremely unhealthy for him and honestly just leaves him feeling even worse. But as you start giving him affection and he gets used to a healthier, more supportive relationship, he realizes he actually has a very low drive for it when he’s not using it as an outlet. Now, he prefers coming to you for help when he’s feeling bad.

He really loves physical or verbal affection. And not the type of suave affection associated with his persona; he just wants to tiredly melt in your arms after a long day and talk about what he’s thinking. He honestly doesn’t know what he’d do without you in his life to help him with his feelings. So he loves to shower you in sweet, sincere compliments and tell you how much you mean to him.

[omgjasminesimone]

Kept Part 1

Bryce X MC (Casey) X Ethan triangle (sort of)

Summary: Casey doesn’t want to go into debt for medical school. Ethan doesn’t want to be alone. Bryce doesn’t want to lose her.

Next part: Part 2

Author’s Note: I keep trying to write one shots that somehow turn into series. This will be short though, like 3-4 parts. And this one is short because it’s just the intro. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged!

Word Count: ~2200

Casey winces as her new Boston hair stylist sews the weave into the cornrows that are braided so tight her head is throbbing. She misses her stylist in Connecticut who she’d regularly gone to as an undergrad at Hartfield. She tries to keep the tears at bay, not wanting the older Nigerian woman to call her tender headed, again.

Casey only has to endure this torture a few more minutes before it’s done. Casey checks out her new long luxurious Brazilian hair weave in the salon mirror, admiring the transformation. She feels like she’s transformed from Casey Valentine, poor second year overworked medical student to Cassandra Valentine, the alter ego she’s adopted to separate her real life from the fantasy girl she’s created for Ethan.

Casey hands over the credit card Ethan gave her, standing from the chair.

1 year ago

Casey’s phone vibrates on the bar, but she doesn’t bother to look at the screen. She knows it’s Bryce calling, again, and she doesn’t have anything to say to him. Casey continues to drink her vodka tonic, staring blankly ahead of her.

Her phone vibrates again, with a text message this time. Her eyes fall to the screen unbidden, even though she wants to ignore him.

Bryce Lahela 💋🍆: come on Casey would you call me back?

She needs to delete those emojis she added to his contact info after their mind blowing first hook up. That’s when she’d first learnt that Bryce really does have magic hands (and other magical appendages). But after two months of hook ups, Casey wanted something more serious, something monogamous.

When she’d first started medical school at Tufts, she’d told herself she wasn’t going to let anything distract her. She was going to focus on graduating first in her class so she could get matched anywhere in the country. But then her roommate Sienna had insisted on dragging her out to a Harvard Medical school conference, and she’d met Bryce, who was starting his first year of medical school at Harvard.

It didn’t take long for their friendship to turn into something more. There was just undeniable chemistry between them, constant flirtatious banter. And when he stayed back to help her clean after she and Sienna threw their housewarming party, she couldn’t keep herself from tearing his clothes off.

In the subsequent 2 months, Casey thought things were going well. They helped each other study, explored Boston together, had lots of sex and heartfelt conversations. That’s why Casey had been so blind sighted when Bryce responded to her asking if he wanted to be exclusive by saying he wasn’t ready for anything serious, that they didn’t have to put a label on what they had. But that he really liked her, and wanted to continue to get to know her.

Casey rolls her eyes as she remembers how he reached for her hand, repeating how much he liked her. Casey stormed out after that without another word.

She downs the last of her alcohol, signaling to the bartender for another.

Her phone buzzes with another text.

Bryce Lahela 💋🍆: I don’t want to lose what we have

Well, too late for that. Casey thinks bitterly, chugging down half her drink quickly when the bartender brings it over.

Her throat burns, and she should really be studying, not drowning her sorrows in cheap liquor. Casey grabs her backpack from the floor, pulling out her anatomy textbook and laying it in front of her.

“They’re still using Netter’s book? Well, doctors do like to stick to what they know.” A brunette man sitting two seats down quips, loosely holding a tumbler of whiskey in his hand.

“I take it you’re a doctor then?” Casey responds, trying to decide why the man in front of her seems so familiar.

The man seems to bristle a little at her not knowing who he is. “Yes, diagnostics. I’m actually somewhat famous around these parts. Dr. Ethan Ramsey.” He takes the seat beside her and offers her his hand for a handshake. His handshake is firm, and it kind of hurts her hand.

“Cassandra Valentine.” She returns. She’s not sure why she gives him her full name, no one calls her Cassandra. But it seems more regal, mature. And for some reason, she has this urge to not be seen as immature or naive by this man.

He looks her up and down in her leggings and skin-tight work out top fairly blatantly, as if he doesn’t know or care about discretion. “Do you want me to quiz you Cassandra? For each correct answer, I’ll pay $1 of your tab to keep you motivated.”

Casey rolls her eyes, turning her attention back to her book. “I can pay my own tab, thank you very much.”

Ethan is taken aback, no one ever challenges him or turns him down at Edenbrook, where he’s viewed as some kind of diagnostics God free to treat everyone terribly. “I see. Then will you let me buy you dinner instead? I know a nice place in Seaport.”

Casey is about to turn him down when another text from Bryce shows up on her phone screen.

Bryce Lahela 💋🍆: why can’t we just keep having fun? I told you from the beginning that I could do no strings

She’d only said they had to keep it casual because she was so focused on school in the beginning. But her feelings have changed, she no longer wants to have no life during her four years of medical school. She could see herself building said life with Bryce, but obviously he doesn’t feel the same. If he wants to see other people, then she should see other people too.

She turns to face Ethan, giving him a flirtatious smile that had been reserved for only Bryce in recent months. “I could eat.”

Present:

The doorbell rings just as Casey is taking the chicken out of the oven. She leaves the chicken on the counter to cool, hurrying over to the door.

Ethan looks surprised for a moment when she opens the door, but his shocked expression quickly transforms to a pleased one as he takes in her new hair. She leans up to give him a quick peck as he steps into the apartment. “Do you like it?” She asks, giving a slow turn so he can see the full effect.

Ethan smiles. “It suits you.” He praises.

“Dinner is almost done.” Casey, or rather Cassandra, informs him. Ethan nods, sauntering over to the living room and plopping down onto the couch as if he owns the place. Which technically, he does. Ethan pays the rent on Casey’s high-rise luxury one-bedroom apartment overlooking the Boston Harbor.

Casey’s not sure how they got to this point.

At first, he just casually offered to pay for her medical textbooks as they had drinks at Donahue’s, having first met at the bar the week before. He was very knowledgeable and connected, so when he proposed getting together weekly to discuss her future medical goals, Casey was grateful for the mentorship opportunity. After a few months of these weekly meetings, he said he saw great promise in her and decided to cover her 2nd semester medical school tuition. She had insisted this was too much, but he waved off her concern, telling her that he had so much expendable income that he was considering not drawing a salary from Edenbrook.

It was around this time that he invited her to attend an exclusive medical conference hosted by Edenbrook. A surgeon from Stanford, who was an adviser to Bryce during his undergraduate years, was giving a talk, so Bryce was also in attendance. Despite how hurt she’d been by Bryce rejecting her proposal to be exclusive, she was still hooking up with him. She couldn’t help herself, she craved him. After the panel, Bryce had wrapped an arm around her, leading her out to the cafeteria for lunch.

Ethan had called her that evening and told her that he didn’t want her seeing anyone else. Casey was taken aback. She and Ethan weren’t together, and although she was aware of Ethan’s unprofessional feelings towards her with the way he looked at her sometimes, which honestly made her a little uncomfortable, she had thought they were building a mentorship, not a relationship. Up to that point, they hadn’t even kissed.  

But during that phone call, Ethan laid it all out. He offered to get her an apartment, take care of her, introduce her to the right people in the medical field, teach her everything he knows about internal medicine. And all she had to do was go to some events with him when he asked, and not see anyone else. He had stressed this last point.  

Casey grew up poor. She was only able to afford her undergraduate education with the help of need based financial aid. She’d watched her parents struggle to support her and her four older brothers. She couldn’t turn down such a generous offer, an offer that would allow her to not take on mountains of student debt, allowing her to send money back home to her parents who still lived paycheck to paycheck.

So she agreed, although she’d never thought she’d be the kind of woman to let a man take care of her. She promised herself that she wouldn’t let this go on for long. Just until she made those important connections, just until she saved a little bit of money. But a year had already gone by, and this little arrangement showed no sign of ending anytime soon.

Casey finishes setting the table, pulling the wine from the fridge and setting it on the table. “Honey, dinner is done!” She calls. Ethan likes this girlfriend act, so she plays along. Ethan sits at the table, waiting for her to serve him. She puts his plate in front of him, kissing his cheek before making her own plate and sitting across from him.

“How did your anatomy lab go?” Ethan asks, cutting into the chicken.

“I think it went pretty well. I learned a lot about Mrs. Rodriguez.” Casey responds.

“Don’t do that. It’s not Mrs. Rodriguez. It’s a cadaver.” Ethan interrupts harshly.

Casey resists her urge to roll her eyes. Ethan can be very condescending. He thinks he knows more than everyone, and constantly insists on proving it to everyone. Now that he’s her sugar daddy instead of her mentor, he’s very dismissive of her. He really doesn’t seem that interested in seeing her succeed as a doctor. She suspects he wants to keep her dependent on him, and that’s why he’s constantly putting her down and questioning her ability to be an effective doctor.

Ethan lets them sit in silence and eat for a few moments. “What are you doing Saturday? I’m supposed to wine and dine some pharmaceutical representatives. I think it would be slightly more tolerable with your presence.”

“I can’t. I’m going to Cape Cod.” Casey replies, picking at the last of her chicken.

“With who?” Ethan questions.

“Sienna and Jackie. It’s a girls’ trip.” Casey answers.

“You should really spend more time studying and less time gallivanting with your friends Cassandra.” Ethan criticizes, seemingly enjoying watching her wilt.

“There’s this thing called work life balance you know, maybe you should try it.” Casey quips, quieting when Ethan’s gaze darkens. Whatever response he had is interrupted by his pager.

He looks at it and sighs. “I have to go back to the hospital, my patient is seizing.” Ethan explains, standing from the table.

Casey walks him to the door. Ethan quickly kisses her goodbye. “When will I see you again?” He asks.

“I’ll be back early Monday morning.” Casey replies, waving goodbye. Casey sighs with relief when the door closes, a weight immediately lifted from her shoulders. She changes from the tight black dress Ethan likes and into a comfy pair of sweats and a t-shirt, making herself comfortable on the couch before flipping on the tv.

The next morning, Casey is awoken by her phone ringing. She glances at the TV, which is still on. Casey groans, stretching. She really needs to stop falling asleep on this couch. Even though Ethan assured her it was expensive, it’s not particularly comfortable.

She answers the call. “Hello?” She says groggily.

“Did I wake you up? I thought we agreed on 6 AM?” Bryce asks.

“Yeah, we did. Give me 15 minutes.” Casey mumbles, dragging herself to her feet to get ready quickly.

25 minutes later, she steps out of the building and approached Bryce’s car parked on the curb. He grins when he sees her, stepping out of the car to grab her bag. He takes in her new hair. “You’re always beautiful, but you know how much I love your natural curls.” Bryce comments, leaning forward to kiss her gently.

“Ethan likes it.” Casey responds, watching Bryce’s face darken at the mention of the other man in her life. She doesn’t know why she does this, brings up Ethan knowing it will darken Bryce’s mood.

Bryce doesn’t take the bait, determined for their Cape Cod trip to start on a good note. He says nothing, opening her door for her. He seems to have completely let her comment go when he gets back into the driver’s seat. “Cape Cod, here we come!” Bryce exclaims joyfully before starting the car.  

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[daddy-satrinava]

8th of July part 1

[AO3]

Words: 1961

Rating: General

Nadia merely sighs when you shake her shoulder gently, and nuzzles against the pillow. You know it takes more than that to wake her up, so you lean in and kiss her cheek, then her forehead, and finally, when you press your lips on her ear lobe, she opens her eyes.

“That tickled, you know.”

A dozen kisses later, she lifts herself higher on the pillow and pulls you into her arms. It seems only now she notices you’re fully dressed, and says “How come you’re awake so early? Portia hasn’t even brought the tea yet.”

“Oh, but she did,” you laugh, “About an hour ago.”

Nadia snaps in sitting position, hair sprawling over her face. “I beg your pardon?!” And when she looks out on the window, she sees the sun shining brightly over the city. “My love, I hope there is a good explanation for this.”

You chuckle and sit up next to her, brushing a purple strand over her shoulder and letting the touch linger. “Let’s see… yesterday it was the 7th…”

Her eyebrows slowly raise and she looks away for a moment. ‘Oh’ she says without words.

“Happy birthday, sleepy head.”

She tucks her face into the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around your shoulders tightly, and stays like that until you wonder if this is how she intends to spend the day. But when she finally murmurs “Thank you,” her voice is shaking and your heart drowns. She’s… she’s crying?

You grab both her shoulders gently and pull back to look at her face. Those two beautiful red eyes are full of tears and avoiding you, as if that would make her emotions less relevant.

“Nadia…?” Unaccustomed to seeing her so troubled, you hesitate, but ultimately your hands cup her cheeks. She smiles fondly and huffs, but then a whimper escapes her throat and she bursts into tears. This time you’re quick to take her in a tight embrace, one hand on the middle of her back, drawing her closer, and the other stroking her hair. “Nadia, baby… what’s wrong?”

“I’m so… glad,” She manages, “I’m so glad that you care.”

Some moments later she wipes her cheeks gracefully and though her lips are still trembling, she claims to be fine. She’d much rather brush this outburst away, you know that, but that won’t do. Not today.

“Honestly, what did you expect?” You ask. “For me to ignore what today is? I would never do that.”

“No,” She takes your hand and intertwines your fingers, caressing your thumb with hers. “But I… Well, I suppose I should have known you’d be so sweet. Yet, I must admit I’m not used to such attention.”

You give her an inquiring look and she starts playing with your fingers. “Lucio never even remembered my birthday.” She begins, with a sarcastic twitch in corner of her mouth, then stops, looking for the right words.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” You say, but she shakes her head and continues.

“He had someone else remember it for him, and he would then throw a grotesque party and… and give me all sorts of tacky gifts that I so despised…” You want to sneer, but you let her go on. “He bragged in front of the whole city about how important this day was for him, yet he never told me that. I understood that was his way of displaying affection, but he never understood it wasn’t what I wanted.” Drawing her hand back, she inhales sharply and you’re unsure whether she wants to continue or not, but then adds, almost laughing: “I’ve never been loved in this way until now.”

Upset, you take her hand back in yours and press a kiss on it. “Happy birthday, Nadia.” You rest your other hand on her nape and kiss her forehead. “Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday.” You cup her cheeks and seal your lips together once,“Happy birthday”, and twice, “...and happy birthday. There, I said it once for every year he didn’t.”

She stares at you wide-eyed and for a second you fear she might start crying again, but instead a sweet smile grows on face and her gaze softens. That’s a little better.

“Now, is a day off on your likings, or would you rather spend it working with your courtiers?” You tease, trying to keep her amused. She sniffs and pushes a lock of hair behind her ear, thinking.

“I called for the Praetor today…”

As if you didn’t take care of that! “I sent word that the Countess won’t be seeing anyone today.”

“I was also expected to discuss the Lazaret project with Julian this afternoon.”

“He won’t be able to make it either, unfortunately, because there’s party he must attend to."

*

“DIDI!” Nadia is nearly tackled down by Nazali as soon as she enters the salon. The doctor is clad in their usual travel outfit, not quite festive but comfortingly familiar, though in addition they now have a pink feather boa thrown about their shoulders.

“Birthday girl.” Nonchalantly follows Natiqa, who kisses her sister’s cheek affectionately and takes a moment to admire her hair.

In red overstuffed armchairs sit Asra, Muriel and Portia, all greeting her in their respective ways. Julian, who is posed in the center of the room, uncorks a bottle of wine loudly and the sound is followed Portia’s cheerful shriek and a collective “Happy birthday!”.

To all this Nadia is dumbfounded, unsure who is she supposed to turn to first, and glimpses over her shoulder to you, seeking help. Nazali spares her of the decision by wrapping an arm around her waist and takes her to her seat.

“Have you brought it?” You slide to Natiqa’s side. She discreetly draws out of her sleeve a small velvet pouch, and you transfer it quickly to your pocket, then the two of you walk to the others.

“WHO wants lemon cakes??”* Natiqa brings over a golden tray and Asra is the first one to answer the invitation. He takes two and offers Muriel one, who glimpses it skeptically, but accepts it.

Once seated, Nadia widens her eyes at you when no one’s looking then gives the first of the many genuine smiles she’d throw this afternoon. Feeling your heart swell, you can’t contain yourself and give her a peck on the cheek.

Nazali talks about their last journey and gives their sisters an update on Prakra’s affairs, Portia engages with Asra and Muriel in a conversation you can’t hear, but assume it’s about the cakes, and Julian notices Faust crawling up his leg. He lets out a short scream and starts kicking the air, waving his hand insistently at Asra. You come to aid and lend Faust a hand, who is clinging rather tight to the doctor’s boot, but abandons him to slither up to your elbow. “Hi,” you chuckle as she flickers her tongue at you. “Would you like to give Nadi a kiss?”

“Please tell me you are wearing that as a jest.” Nadia gestures at Nazali’s scarf. They run a hand through it fondly and grin.

The sheer concern on her face disappears when her gaze falls on Faust, peeping over her shoulder. “Why, hello there. Thank you for coming.”

You told the servants their assistance won’t be necessary and indeed, the small party atmosphere proves to be far more enjoyable for Nadia and the guests as well. You share stories, most of them about the Countess, who displays various shades of red depending on the nature of the said misadventures. And they grow more and more peculiar as the afternoon goes by and the number of empty bottles increases.

In the setting sun, you all descend to the gardens for a refreshing stroll. Passing the fountain, Asra remembers another birthday party at the palace where things ‘got a lot cheekier’ and ended ‘with some splashing’. He earns perhaps the deepest blush from Nadia, who, despite your insistences to elaborate on the subject, is quick to announce there will be no more tales.

“Shan’t we focus on the present?”

“The presents!” Portia claps.

Though you stated gifts aren’t a requirement, everyone brought a little something for the Countess, much to her desperation. The opening takes place on the veranda, where she expresses her utmost gratitude to the group for this pleasant surprise, and takes time to marvel at each gift.

“Muriel, this is gorgeous!” Nadia gasps, holding the small jewelry box he made for her. “Thank you, dear.”

“Asra gave me the idea…” Red colors his cheeks as Nazali and Natiqa come closer to examine the gift, but he’s also smiling. The Satrinavas show interest in his sculptures and he actually tries being polite, answering monosyllabically to their various questions about his material and methods.

Some time later, before dinner was served, Natiqa stands up abruptly and Muriel, who is seated next to her, moves his chair further away, frowning. All heads turn to her as she taps her nail on a glass.

“Oh my, you’re tall!” Portia muses.

“I know, right? Can you believe I’m the shortest of my sisters?”

“Tall…” She didn’t seem to hear her response.

Natiqa rememberers why she stood up, and raising her glass solemnly, she coughs and speaks. “I apologize for the interruption, but I believe we should have a toast for our beloved Nadia.” Everyone grabs their glasses and follows Prakran ambassador.

"Ever since I came here, to Vesuvia, I tried to fit as best I could into your world, sister. You are respected and loved, you have great friends, and not even your enemies are boring. I mean, The Devil? Whew. I must admit, life here is so much more animated than in good ol’ Prakra, where nothing ever goes wrong.Sometimes you must put down a fire and rebuild a city to know you’re alive.” Nazali giggles. “And this sweet magician,” Natiqa points at you and smirks, “You two have something so special I’d advise you to cling to it, but I know you know. What I’m trying to say is that you’ve grown. The little Satrinava princess scribbling about mechanical wings and pulleys is long gone.” You peek at Nadia and to your surprise, she smiles at the mention of her childhood self. “I’m looking at this beautiful, smart, passionate woman and I’m thinking, ‘where was I when she learnt to fly like this?’. Since you last visited home, you battled the plague, slept for three years, dealt with your undead goat husband and those things at the Masquerade, then you got married and saved your city. I wish I told you this when you needed it more, but I tell you now that our family is proud of you, Nadia. I am proud of you. I love you, and I hope every day of your life is full of love. May you bless us with your presence for many, many years to come, and may you drink with us for just as much.”

“For Didi!” Nazali beams.

“For the Countess!” Julian joins them.

After a ripple of clinking glass and best wishes, all the eyes move to you. The toast! Of course it was expected from you, why didn’t you think about that?

You stand up reluctantly and look your wife in the eye. “Uh, Nadia,” you feel heat rising to your cheeks and your mind goes blank, “I… I hope you didn’t hate this party.” In the silence that settled over the table, you clink your glass on hers. Then everyone bursts into laughter.

She leans towards you, resting a hand on your nape. “I didn’t,” She whispers in your ear then kisses you. You hear Portia saying “Awww”, then you kiss Nadia back.

[flintsjohn]

Hey could you write please awkward malex first time when they were in the tool Shed please?

um ok so. this has maybe 5% to do with what you asked. i don’t really feel comfortable writing underage stuff specifically, especially with what’s been going on in the fandom recently, so this is them reminiscing about that awkward first time! i hope it’s still ok with you nonnie :) cw for a smudge of smut there 

“I’m selling my dad’s house.”

Michael looks up from the engine he’s been elbows deep infor the past two hours, brows furrowing as Alex walks closer, two cups ofcoffee in hand. He knows better than to say something dumb like “But it’s yourchildhood home” – it’s true, but if half of the stories he’s heard about JesseManes are true, he’d personally choose to burn it to the ground. Selling itsounds like a good compromise. So what he does is nod in gratitude when Alexhands him the coffee and wait for him to talk.

“I just-“ Alex starts, cuts himself off with a sigh, thentries again, “He’s serving a life sentence, so he won’t need it. My brothersall have their own places. And I don’t think I’d ever feel comfortable livingthere. Plus, the money would be good. We could finally look for our own placelike we’ve talked about.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Michael smiles, body going all kindsof warm at the mention of moving in together, pecks Alex on the cheek, and setsthe cup down to go back to work. He knows Alex has more to say, can see it inthe way he’s biting down on his bottom lip and clenching and unclenching hisfists, but he also knows he’ll speak up when he feels ready – no sense wastinguseful time when they know each other so well.

After five minutes of silence, interrupted only by theclinking of Michael’s tools on the engine, Alex sighs and says, “Will you comewith me?”

*

Michael has never actually been inside Alex’s childhood home. He’s familiar with its front porch,the back yard, and the tool shed that’s currently hidden behind the mainbuilding, but he doesn’t know exactly what to expect from the house itself. Hecan’t say he’s surprised by what he sees when Alex leads him and the estateagent in, though: it’s military-style, tidy and stripped down to its bareminimum. There are very few pictures hanging in the hallway, Michael notices,and all of them of one Manes man or another in their uniforms. Michael snortswhen he realizes that Alex isn’t in any of them.

Of course, none of this prevents Michael from asking Alex,with a grin, if he can see his childhood bedroom. Alex rolls his eyes at him,but he squeezes his hand tighter, half promise and half thank you for making itall easier to bear. It takes half an hour for them to take the whole tour ofthe house, the estate agent writing down notes after inspecting each room. Alexseems to take pleasure in torturing Michael, keeping his room for last. By thetime they stop in front of the last door and Alex says, “This one was mine”,Michael is positively vibrating inhis skin.

It lasts all of five seconds, the time it takes for the doorto swing open, because as soon as he sees what’s inside – or rather, what isn’t – he curses up a storm againstJesse Manes. Alex’s dad had converted the other rooms into little shrines toeach of his sons, with their childhood trophies, pictures from their time inthe military and of their achievements. There’s nothing of that sort here: theroom has been completely emptied, except for a few boxes that Michael presumeshave just been stored there. It’s like Alex has never existed in here. Next tohim, he can feel Alex freezing, and he tightens the grip he has on his hand tocenter him. He’s almost surprised when Alex says, bitterly, “I don’t know whatI expected.”

They finish the tour quickly after that, the agent taking aswift look at the garden before telling Alex she’d finalize the contract andsend it his way. She leaves them in the back yard, both staring at the toolshed.

“You wanna check that, too?” Michael asks after they’ve beenstanding there for what feels like hours. Alex makes a non-committal noise,turning so that he can cup Michael’s face in his hands.

“You can stay here, you don’t-“

“Alex.” Michael smiles at him, small and tight, and shakeshis head. “It’s okay.”

It still takes them another five minutes to approach theshed, and even when they do, they’re wary of it. Alex pushes the door open likehe expects someone – or something –to jump out and attack them. Nothing does, of course. The door creaks on its rustyhinges to reveal a space that hasn’t changed one bit from the way Michaelremembers it. He hasn’t set foot in the shed since Jesse Manes broke his hands elevenyears ago, but he still remembers its layout and its dusty smell – none of thathas changed.

He steps in after Alex, his eyes sweeping over the shelvesand tools, over the counter where Manes had pinned him – he closes his eyes andlets out a shuddering breath at the memory – and, finally, over the couch. Hesmiles at the thought of the few nights he’d spent sleeping there, warm andsecure thanks to the safe haven Alex had gifted him with.

“It wasn’t all bad in here, was it?” Alex says, smiling,when he notices what Michael’s eyes are fixed on. It takes a second, but thenMichael is smiling back and dragging Alex to sit on the couch.

“Hmm, nha. I distinctly remember being happy I wasn’tfreezing my balls off during the night.”

“It wasn’t that cold.” Alex shakes his head, but he shimmiesto make himself more comfortable, settling into Michael’s side with his head onMichael’s shoulder.

“Was, too.” Michael hums, his arm wrapping around Alex. “Ialso remember you giving me your brother’s guitar because you were into me.”

“Hmm. But then you wouldn’t let me kiss you. I still can’tbelieve I made you go full bi panic.” Michael snorts and presses his face intoAlex’s hair, just breathing him in for a moment.

“That was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me,though,” he whispers, lips brushing against Alex’s forehead. He draws back onlyto see a pleasing blush spreading on Alex’s cheeks, but then the man issquaring his shoulders and a dirty little grin blossoms on his lips.

“I also remember perfectlywell the most epic first time ever happening on this couch.” That setsMichael off. He muffles his laugh in the crook of Alex’s neck and presses akiss there when he’s managed to calm down enough. Alex echoes with a chuckle ofhis own, snuggling in closer.

“I’m pretty sure it involved both of us coming in our pantsin record time.”

Alex hums in agreement, body still shaking with laughter.“Didn’t have anything at hand for more.”

“And you didn’t want me to suck you off,” Michaelreminisces, remembering how Alex had blushed and stuttered and pulled him backto his feet when Michael had dropped to his knees in front of him. Boy, but hehad been ready. He remembers pouting a lot because of that, too.

“I was nervous! I was already fumbling-“

“Lots of fumbling, yep.” Michael grins in response to Alex’sfrown, and yelps only a little when Alex pokes him in the chest.

“You weren’t better off!” It was true – despite claimingthat he’d done it before, which hadn’t exactly been a lie (though there hadbeen significantly less dicks involved in previous occasions), he’d been soworked up from just making out with Alex that he couldn’t seem to coordinatehis hands and his thoughts. He’d also barely managed to wrap his hand around bothof them when they’d finally stumbled to the couch before coming spectacularlyfast, Alex following him right after, both giggling like idiots and pantingagainst each other’s mouths, their pants barely undone.

“Practice helped.” Michael shrugs, grunting when Alex swingshis leg over both of Michael’s and drops in his lap. He raises an eyebrow athim, but lets his hands settle on Alex’s hips nonetheless.

“We can always practice more,” Alex says, voice low andseductive. There’s a glint in his eyes that has Michael swallow, but he shiftsuncomfortably under Alex.

“No offense, baby, but I don’t think I’ve dealt with mytrauma well enough to have sex in here.” He shudders a little, shedding thelingering uneasiness, but hurries to kiss Alex after the words leave his mouthso that Alex doesn’t get trapped into his guilt like he tends to do. He grinswhen they separate, lingering to nibble on Alex’s bottom lip just a little,then says, “Back to yours?”

*

“Have I mentioned how much I love when we practice?” Michael asks, breathless, twohours later, when they’re back at the cabin and he’s just finished riding Alexinto oblivion.

“You- You might have, once or twice,” Alex says, equally outof breath. He has a silly grin on his face as he runs his hands up and downMichael’s sides, awfully pleased with himself when his touch leaves goosebumpsin its wake.

“I still wish you’d been the first man I had in me.” Alexgoes tomato red at that, covering his face with both hands. Michael chucklesand pries them gently from his face, dropping a kiss on Alex’s forehead beforehe moves off of him and to the bathroom to wash up. He smiles when he comesback and finds Alex in the exact same position he left him in, staringwistfully at the ceiling.

“What’s up?” He asks, settling into bed next to Alex andhanding him the washcloth he brought back. Alex hums thoughtfully as he cleansup and throws the cloth in the general direction of the hamper – it lands afoot away, but Alex just shrugs and moves to cuddle Michael close.

“Do you ever wish our first time had been different?”

“Different how?” Michael tilts his head on Alex’s shoulderto look up at him. He smiles when one of Alex’s hands buries itself in hissweaty curls and pushes them back from his forehead.

“I don’t know, like- That we’d done more?” Alex sighs likehe’s beating himself up over it, and Michael makes a hurt little noise in histhroat, cuddling closer.

“Hey,” he stops to make sure that Alex is looking at him,then smiles and continues, “I would’ve gone all the way with you at any time,but it was perfect the way it was.”

“You sure?”

Alex still looks insecure about the whole thing, bottom lipcaught between his teeth. Michael releases it with gentle pressure from histhumb, then lets his fingers slide over Alex’s cheek to cup his jaw. “I am,baby. We were awkward kids who didn’t know what they were doing. We did it justright.”

He smiles when Alex nods, and leans in to kiss him, deep andslow, tongue pressing against Alex’s bottom lip and asking to be welcomed. Itgoes on for so long that Michael has to force himself to pull back before his bodycan decide it’s ready to go again. He presses his forehead to Alex’s, makingsure his words have sunk in, that Alex has understood them. Alex responds witha small kiss of his own, his arms snaking around Michael’s sides to press themclose together, chest to chest. They drift off to sleep in the peace of thatembrace.

[funamusea-translations]

DSP character speech style notes and thoughts

from mod FAFK

I’ll just be writing them as they strike me, there are too many characters to recall immediately lol.

Because of that, under a cut so I can update the list without any un-updated versions floating around.

※Update 1--I wanted a lazy way to make things more legible so I just popped things into a list. Added some more charas too

Satanick

The MOST UNSTABLE speech style. It matches him being mentally unstable.... Normally speaks casually and rough with Envi and other subordinates, Artamos, Fumus, and frequently with Ivlis in the early days (before he noticed he loved him).

Uses a lot of ~desho and ~daro  (“aint that right!! Agree with me!!!”-kind-of nuance). He uses a lot of MAJI?! (seriously?!) which makes him sound a little... dumber than his physical appearance would make you think, lol. He has the highest meme concentration (I can’t even start with all of them tbh).

SUPER FORMAL with Siralos. Crazy ultra formal. BUT he refers to Siralos as “Siralos-tan.” This is like saying “Siralos-chan” but cutesier. Siralos-babygurl. It’s definitely something you’d say for an adorable girl, which is probably Siralos’s preference? Probably.

Formal and polite with Reficul and Sin, Eti and Kcalb, if you ignore the content then he would be a fine gentleman. In some of the earliest comics with Refi and Satanick this isn’t the case though, DSP adjusted his character with time.

To Licorice he consistently uses gross babytalk (he talks shumthwing like thwis), and after he notices he loves Ivlis he has a SUPER CLINGY OVERLY-AFFECTIONATE CLOYING STICKILY-SWEET speech style when addressing him.

Normally he uses “ore-sama” to refer to himself (”hell yea I’m awesome”-type nuance), but if he’s bottoming/the sub he switches to boku. To be fair, using “ore-sama” then would kill the mood anyways.

Sin

She doesn’t talk with too many characters--she talks the most in Sunahama Tsuushin(Seashore Dispatches, Sandhill Communications, no official translation). She is very polite and respectful toward Reficul, she speaks to her as though she is her superior. Many of Reficul’s underlings and Mors call Reficul “Maousama/Devil-Lord-sama which is a respectful title, but Sin is the only one (that I know of) who calls her “Reficul-sama” which is the cutest thing!!!!!!!!!! Ever!!!!!!! I get “adoring wife of a warlord/general” type vibes

Lzet

He uses like, business casual language. He’s the sloppy guy at a white-collar workplace, technically formal, but kinda loose? Speaks formal-ish to Mors and Reficul which is sloppy, but if he were to use this same style of speech with someone lower-ranking than him or a friend, it would make him seem a bit shy (like a person who has trouble using entirely casual speech--not uncommon--but I haven’t seen him talk with anyone else yet so idk). He calls Reficul “Maou-sama” (formal title).

Ivlis

When he was young/serving Siralos, as well as when directly addressing/thinking about Siralos-sama himself: SUPER FORMAL. Good kid. Obedient, dutiful, and proper. A few tiny rough spots of speech. (there are some drawings where Ivlis sits seiza-style (formal, uncomfortable posture lol) I think this is reflective of his upbringing. Gray Garden appearance: who is this punk? lol ( ´∀｀ )♡ Consistently uses “ore” (rough-ish) I’ll add a bit more later but there’s not much to him, Satanick is the one with the ridiculously complex style

Licorice

He speaks differently depending on his size. When he is big he calls Ivlis “kaa-san” (still respectful, buuut without the honorific “o” at the start. When he speaks ABOUT his father he will say “tou-san” rather than “otou-san.” However, when speaking directly to Satanick he calls him “dumbass horse shit.”

Baby Licorice just said “ma” and “ba” (short for dumbass/horse shit).

Child Licorice calls Ivlis “mama” and uses kinda shy, sweet kid-talk.As an adult, he talks in a kind of rushed, intense manner to Ivlis and overuses the word “mother” (almost once per sentence, it’s amazing lmao). “Mother you look sad today, whats the matter, Mother you’re wonderful, hey, I won’t let Satanick hurt you Mother--”

Also, he avoids addressing Satanick altogether most of the time. Heavy insults+judgemental attitude lol.

Uses “boku”

Emalf

Uses that semi-casual type of formal speech... (If you’ve seen Shirobako, maybe Takanashi is a good example of how it sounds?) It makes him never seem serious, lacking in discretion, and lacking in brains. It matches him!!!!

“Yeah, I like, totally wanted Yosafire to be my girlfriend so I’m kinda bummed out.” ←something like that (approximation)

He calls Ivlis “Ivlis-san.” In one sense, yeah, it’s better than using no honorific. In another sense, it’s weirdly.... not as respectful as one would expect? He talks like Ivlis is like manager at his workplace, not a Devil Lord lol. All the other subordinates for other devils are more respectful...also yeah, nobody takes Ivlis seriously anyways ((´∀｀*))

Poemi-SAN. She is higher on the social pecking order, despite being younger.

Poemi

Poemi calls Emalf just straight up “Emalf” with no honorifics... the social pecking order lol. . She also has that typical kid-thing where if she doesn’t know a word she’s talking about, it will all by in hiragana, no kanji. She’s childlike, but she has her shit together (unlike Emalf.)

Met

Casual and sloppy

Kuro-tsun - overly buddy-buddy,

Calls Hanten “Nee-san.” Met’s a punk but this sounds full of admiration and kinda flirty. Probably cause it’s Met saying it.

Hanten

Not so sloppy, but casual

“Kurotsuno” no honorific, they feel like they go way back and probably not in the best of senses

Artamos

Grandpa voice (it’s so cute)

Kurotsuno

Very ladylike way of speaking. Not elegant and refined in the same way that Nagi’s speech is, but ladylike.

says “Shikabone-kun” ←cute!!!! It could be his mascot-character like appearance, he does act a bit young but he doesn’t act like she’s much older than him if at all lol.

Shikabone

“Kurotsuno-chan”

Yosafire

Uses “atashi” which is very cute and feminine.

Idate

He’s a “watashi” character and it is so crazy good I love it... He’s a well-mannered killer whale. He uses informal speech, but it’s still gentlemanly. The things he does are so NOT gentlemanly. I screwed up and wrote him saying “ore” in a comic though cause my brain pairs that word with his shitty behavior lol, but he always uses “watashi”!! The contrast is VERY good...

Samekichi You probably know, he has a gruff way of talking! I can imagine N*buhiko Ok*moto would be an amazing voice actor for him (Bakugo/Accelerator/Ghiaccho). He uses “ore” and refers to Wadanohara by name from even their early days (close relationship! Not necessarily romantic, but later of course it will be)

Wadanohara

Sal/Syake

I’ll do more later+add detail!

[yutasbirthchin]

Jealousy.

Group: iKon Member: Bobby Word Count: 1899 Genre: Fluff

a/n: If you’re expecting jealous Bobby angst, you’ve come to the wrong place. I only write terrible fluff.

As you sat at the bench, you looked out across the park, watching various families lounging about and playing.

“Earth to Y/N..?” Lilly said, drawing your attention back to your group of friends. You couldn't help but feel a little jealous as you looked at them all sitting together in their couples. Lilly and Will, Becca and Tony, Jace and Cyrus, Alice and Omar, you were the only exception. You knew full well that you shouldn't be jealous, but whilst your friends could freely hang out with their partners whenever they felt like it, you were stuck not being able to talk to your boyfriend. Not only were the two of you in a long distance relationship, but Bobby was also currently serving his military service. He was reaching the end of his draft though, with only a week or two to go, but still, as if it wasn't hard enough, you'd undergone almost two years of rarely speaking to your boyfriend, who you'd only been with for three and a half years.

“Y/N!?” Becca shouted, grabbing your attention and pulling you from your thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“Oh there she is, man I thought you were in your own world for a minute.” Jace teased.

“She was probably drooling over that imaginary boyfriend of hers.” Alice said with a wink.

“Hey, he's real!”

“She's just playing, but seriously, if you don't bring him around soon I'm going to be convinced he's imaginary.” Will piped in. You rolled your eyes. Whilst your friends understood the concept of a long distance relationship, they did not understand the South Korean mandatory military draft no matter how many times you had explained it. Neither of them knew that he was an idol either. It wasn't that you didn't trust them with this information, it was just that you knew them well enough to know that they wouldn't be able to keep it a secret, and you'd much rather keep your relationship on the down low for his sake.

Once again, you found yourself zoning out and thinking about your beloved Bobby. How long had it been since you'd seen him? Just over a year? You couldn't remember. You spoke to him every now and then when he wasn't using his phone calls to call his family. But you hadn't seen him in a long time.

Sometimes you laughed at how ridiculous your relationship was. Not only had you managed to be in a relationship with an extremely busy Korean idol, but you'd also managed to be in a long distance relationship. Whilst you did get to see him every now and then before he had been drafted, it was a rare occasion. Your parents and friends had often expressed their disagreement with the relationship. It's not that they had anything against Bobby, but when it was a long distance relationship and you were both busy they couldn't see how it would be able to function for more than a short while. It didn't bother you though; whether your days together were limited or he would end up being the guy you marry and start a family with, it didn't matter. What mattered to you was that you didn't stress on the future and remained in the present, enjoying the relationship as it went on.

That meant that you thought about him a lot. It also meant that you got jealous of seeing your friends all together in their couples. You sighed. To put it shortly, you missed him. A lot.

“You're really out of it today, huh Y/N?” Tony asked as he shook your arm.

“What?”

“Your phones ringing, stupid.”

Your eyes widened in shock as you looked down at your phone vibrating on the table and quickly picked it up, answering it without looking at the caller ID.

“Hello?” You questioned. The person on the other end didn't say anything, but their little chuckle as they exhaled was enough to tell you who it was. “Hey.” You said, softer.

“Hey beautiful.” Bobby spoke, his voice music to your ears. “How are you doing?”

“I'm doing okay, but I'd be better if I was with you.” You immediately regretted saying this as all your friends started either wolf whistling or pretending to throw up.

“You're cute.” He thought aloud. “But we’ll see each other soon, don't worry baby.”

“You promise? Do you know what day you're released?” You asked, a little too eagerly, making your friends burst into laughter. You made a mental note to learn Korean so that you could discreetly talk to your boyfriend without any embarrassment.

“Of course babe. I've already made plans to see you when I leave, don't worry.”

“Really? Tell me!”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because then it won't be a surprise.”

“But you've already told me that you're coming.”

“That doesn't mean I can't surprise you.”

This went back and forth for a little while before his stubbornness won and the conversation shifted to other topics. The two of you spoke about: your families, your work, his military service, iKon and YG, friends, life and general random chitchat. You realised that even just hearing his voice was enough to tune everything else out. It was as though there was nothing in the world other than you and him.

“Are you daydreaming again?” Your boyfriend asked from the other end of the line.

“Huh?”

“You went all silent. Were you daydreaming again?”

“Yeah.”

“About me?” He teased.

“Maybe.”

You fell into a comfortable silence, none of you wanting to end the call.

“Hey, baby?” Bobby said.

“Yeah?”

“You look beautiful today.” It was something he told you every time you spoke, whether in person, over facetime, via text, or during a phone call. He mentioned it every time without fail.

“Oh, shut up.” You replied, glad that he couldn't see your reddening face. “You can't even see me.”

“I don't have to see you to know you're beautiful, you're always beautiful. And you dress so cute all the time.” He replied with his usual response that never failed to leave butterflies in your stomach.

“Shut uppp.” You whined, feeling extra embarrassed because you knew all you're friends were watching you.

“No, seriously baby. You do. You look adorable in that baby blue oversized sweatshirt that you totally didn't steal from me, and the gray shorts are cute too. And then you finished it off with the white shoes and hand bag? You should be a stylist babe.”

You were so overwhelmed by the compliments that made your heart flutter so much so that it almost exploded that you almost missed what he had just said. “Wait, what?”

“What?”

“How do you know what I'm wearing?”

“Hmm? Must me my telepathic powers.”

“No, seriously Bobby ho-” and that's when you noticed the familiar figure sat about three benches away from you. Even from that distance you could recognise him, you could see every little detail on his face. You couldn't believe your eyes.

He waved at you and laughed through the phone before the line went dead and he stood up. You kept your eyes on him as he walked towards you, but cracked before he had even closed half of the distance. He wasn't lying when he said he could still surprise you, you were well and truly surprised, but seeing him again after so long and the happiness caused by that was too overwhelming for you and you burst into tears, hiding your face in your hands. Your friends were shocked, clearly not knowing what was going on and desperately trying to comfort you.

It wasn’t long before you heard footsteps quickly running towards you and you were engulfed in a hug from behind.

“Don’t cry. Don’t cry, please don’t cry baby.” He said directly into your ear as he tightened his grip and rocked you side to side. “Don’t cry, you’re going to make me cry.”

He eventually let go of you so you could move freely and you stood, turning to face him. Bobby had a massive smile on his face, so much so that it seemed he was smiling with his whole face. “Surprise.” He said through his tearful eyes.

You punched him lightly on the chest in response. “I hate you, I hate you so much.”

He laughed and pulled you into him once more, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and resting his forehead against yours. “I missed you so much.” He whispered.

“Me too.” You sobbed, letting more tears fall.

“You’re beautiful even when you cry, but please stop.” He replied, releasing one arm to wipe the tears from your eyes.

“You’re crying too.” You pointed out through your sobs.

The two of you were too engrossed in your own world to remember the eight other people sitting at the park bench, whose eyes were all glued to you and Bobby. Luckily, the two of you were so emotional that they could barely understand what you were saying. Alice pulled her boyfriend back down into his seat. “See.” She pointed at the two of you.

Omar and Tony had been quick to jump up when Bobby first ran up to you, not knowing who he was and trying to save a friend. They both hesitated when they saw him hug you. Your friends had guessed at this point, that this guy was your mysterious boyfriend that they had never before laid their eyes one.

“Are you snapping pictures of them?” Becca asked Lilly.

“Shhhhhh, they might hear! They’re too cute, how could I not?”

You and Bobby had both managed to stop crying by this point, but were still lost in your own world. As he looked at you, you couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by feelings of love. You loved Bobby with all your heart. “I love you.” You whispered.

He couldn’t have stopped the wide smile and the reddening cheeks even if he wanted to. Whilst the two of you had said this multiple times over the phone, this was the first time either of you had said it in person. “I love you too.”

Bobby obviously couldn’t hold back anymore as he pulled you in for a soft but meaningful kiss, followed up by an army of small pecks all over your face that made you giggle.

“They’re so cuuute!”

“Eww.”

“Awwww!”

“We’re still here you know.”

The reaction of your friends was loud enough to shatter your bubble and remind you that the two of you weren’t alone. You looked back at them, suddenly embarrassed. “This is, urr, my boyfriend, Bobby.” You nervously introduced him.

“Oh really? Never would have guessed that.” Will teased.

You chose to ignore him. “Bobby, this is Lilly, Will, Becca, Tony, Jace, Cyrus, Alice and Omar.”

“Nice to meet you.” He said politely.

The two of you sat next to each other on the park bench as you carried on chatting along with your friends. One of his arms were wrapped around your waist whilst the other was resting on the table, fingers intertwined with yours. You don’t think it was possible to be sitting closer than you already were, your friends joked that you were so close they couldn’t tell whether they were talking to one person or two.

All you knew was that you were no longer the only one there without a partner.

No more jealousy. 

[marauder--harder]

Pressure Points- A Remus Lupin Imagine (Part 3 of The Torturous Year)

A/N: Hey y’all, I’m so sorry that this took so long but I finally finished part 3!! I’m actually pretty proud of it and I really hope you guys like it as much as I do. It is a whopping 5.4k words but I think it is completely worth it. I’d also like to take a moment to thank the person who has helped me through all the terrible ideas and kinks of this chapter. I think that my writing has really improved because of you, and I can never thank you enough. Enjoy!

Previous Installments: The Torturous Year. (Part 1) -  Methods of Torture. (Part 2)

You were going to murder Sirius Black.

Kill him with your bare hands, in fact. Time and time again he had teased you about Remus, and time and time again you warned him that he was going to regret it one day.

Today was that day—but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

Throughout the year he had noticed the small teasing that started developing between you and Remus, and decided to capitalize off it in the best way possible. Endless jokes, pokes and innuendos were made at both of your expense, to your high level of embarrassment. You tried telling yourself that it was Black and of course he was just trying to get a reaction out of you, but you never seemed to be able to not grow red and embarrassed as soon as the torturous teasing began.

“Morning,” you sighed as you plopped down on the bench for breakfast in the Great Hall. Mornings were not your forte and Lily usually had to threaten you with many buckets of cold water and stinging hexes before you dragged yourself from bed.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Sirius replied, too chipper for someone who also hated mornings. “Don’t you just look beautiful this morning.”

You rolled your eyes and merely flipped him off in reply.

“I’m serious!” He defended, a grin on his face that proved him otherwise. “You look absolutely gorgeous this morning. Did you do something different with your hair?”

“It’s bed head, Black. I overslept; fuck off.” You grumbled as you filled up your plate with different breakfast foods. Even if you hated getting up this early, you couldn’t deny the fact that Hogwarts served a breakfast that made it worthwhile.

“Oh, did you have a long night then, Y/N?” Sirius’ eyes danced with laughter as he grinned at you.

You narrowed your eyes and took a sip of tea. “Yes, actually I did. Remus and I were—”

“Moony!” He turned to his friend, nudging him in the side. “You two were up late? Up to no good, I hope.”

You felt your cheeks betray you as they warmed and you scoffed at his implication. “We were revising, you pervert. Now shut up and eat your toast. Moony, would you hand me a banana please?”

As Remus reached out to grab one for you, you couldn’t help but hear Sirius’ mumbled joke to his friend.

“Mate, I think she’s asking you to slip her your—” Yet you couldn’t hear the rest as Sirius suddenly yelped when Remus kicked his shin harshly, an obvious blush travelling up his neck and after a few moments a shift in his seat.

Remus would, too, grow slightly flustered under the sudden scrutiny of his friend’s jokes at first; but after a while, he realized that it would only be better for himself if he welcomed it. Jabs to fluster Remus and you quickly turned into jabs at just you, as Remus simply grinned further after every innuendo and tried to muster as much confidence as he could.

It fared fairly simple as well when he’d notice the adorable flush in your cheeks and the way you’d huff while looking down, seemingly lost in a come back after a bit of back and forth between you two. He’d grown to love the embarrassed flustered look you’d give him after he’d make a cheeky comment or two. It honestly felt a lot better once he’d stop trying to deny himself the admittance of how smitten he was with you. He would have thought it almost cruel to you if there weren’t times where he had been stumped himself at the way you’d sometimes flirt right back.

“Honestly, Y/N, I don’t understand how you don’t like chocolate!” Remus tutted, shaking his head as he licked at a chocolate ice cream cone. The group decided to head down to an impromptu Hogsmeade visit; and Remus demanded that he got some ice cream. You didn’t understand how someone could eat something so cold in the middle of winter and still remain perfectly warm. I guess being a werewolf had at least one perk.

“I don’t hate chocolate in general, just certain chocolate things; like chocolate ice cream, blech.”

Remus stared at his delicious treat under mild scrutiny. “What’s next, you’re going to say that you hate brownies?”

A small silence formed as the two of you went to go sit down on a bench while the others checked out the joke shop. After a few moments you hesitantly replied, “Actually…”

“Y/N, no! They are delicious! Gooey and soft, the perfect chocolate taste; nobody hates brownies!”

Crossing your arms over one another, you huffed slightly, “well I do. Most things with chocolate make them sticky and overpowering, how could that not be gross.”

“Some things are just worth the stickiness, sweetheart.”

You rose your eyebrows, giving him an equally surprised and teasing look and winked. “I’m well aware of the positive aspects of stickiness, Remus. Doesn’t mean that I always enjoy being covered in it.”

You simply grinned wider and bit your lip as his eyes widened slightly, gulping loudly. You leaned in a bit closer, looking at his ice cream cone that was held between you.

“Although, some chocolate is quite delicious, even if sticky. When I was younger I had a habit of putting chocolate syrup on everything. It was quite messy. Took ages to wash off.”

Slowly your hand reached forward, grasping over his to steady the now slightly shaking ice cream cone. Remus couldn’t help but stare down at you, gaze smoldering, thinking about all the delicious ways he could find you covered in chocolate.

“Sounded like a good time. Maybe you just need to give chocolate a chance again.” His voice was low and husky, a warmth that cut through the chill of December easily.

“Maybe,” you whispered. Leaning in closer you took a slow, long lick off his cone, moaning softly in delight. Your lips wrapped around the top of his ice cream cone, pulling more into your mouth before drawing back with a slight pop. You licked your lips slowly, looking up at him with a small smile. Remus couldn’t help but subconsciously lean forward, mouth parted, tongue peeking out slightly as if he was ready to lick.

“I think you might be right Remus,” you started, as you licked the last bit off your lips. Remus bit his own bottom lip, and took in a ragged breath. You could have sworn you heard the tiniest of whimpers die in the back of his now dry throat. “Chocolate just may be worth the stickiness after all.”

“Oi,” Sirius called out from behind you, startling you both from your trance. “You two should just shag already! It isn’t polite to fill the space with this much sexual tension. There are children here!”

And suddenly, you pulled away, trying your best to hide the blush that was rising past your cheeks, to the tips of your ears. You looked around to the many children running along the path, dragging their parent’s behind them. Wiping the nonexistent chocolate from your mouth, you stood and turned to the others; Sirius not missing the quick glare sent his way.

“Ready to head back yet?”

It would always leave him with a slightly pounding heart and a boyish grin when you’d dish out his flirting in return. Although, Remus quickly learned to be just as quick witted as you, and after just a bit of back and forth, when it would escalate to something he thought just might be a bit more, you’d pull away, huffing and blushing in a way that took every ounce of him not to pounce right then and there.

Yet, Black was always right with you both; trying to push things along, or torment you as much as possible, you really couldn’t tell at this point.

“Come on, we’re going to be late for dinner!” Marlene huffed as she bounded down the stairs. The five of you had decided to do a bit of revising before the annual Christmas feast. It always fell a few days before the holiday break and one way or another you and your seemed to be late for it.

“Alright, alright, we’re coming you loon. Don’t get your knickers in a twist just because you are hungr—” you paused, stopping behind Lily and the others, who were at the bottom of the steps.

“I can’t go down the steps! It’s like someone put up a blockade!” Marlene screeched, and tried with all her force to continue past the last step of the girls’ dormitory stairs.

Lily huffed and pulled out her wand, “move over, let me see.”

She mumbled a few different charms to try and release them from the stairs but it wouldn’t budge.

“Well, hello ladies,” Sirius smirked as he sauntered over. “A bit stuck, are we?”

Lily rolled her eyes and groaned, “I should have known you were behind this, Black. Let us go.”

Sirius chuckled, crossing his arms over themselves, “I’d love to my dear, but you see, you have to let yourselves go.”

The group of girls furrowed their eyebrows in confusion, “Black, honestly, what are you on about?”

“Look up.” He stated, grinning as he watched five heads slowly look up to find mistletoe at the top of the arch.

Marlene tried her best to hide her smile, “how festive of you. I’m sure it’s charmed to have the lucky bird kiss you, yeah?”

Sirius’ grin widened, “if I am the one that is standing under it then yes. It works the same as any other mistletoe.”

With a roll of her eyes, she sighed. “Alright, then get over here.”

She leaned forward, giving him a quick peck on the lips. Once she pulled away, she hesitantly tried to step past the threshold.

Once down in the common room she smiled, “you know, if you weren’t so fit I’d really think you were a perv, Sirius.”

He simply laughed in response, “good to know my dashing good look saved me once again.”

Mary and Alice begrudgingly kissed Sirius as well, a quick peck on the lips and then on the cheek. Alice smirked and said that Frank would kill Sirius if he knew what he just did.

You and Lily were all that were left on the staircase now. Truthfully, you thought that Sirius’ little prank was funny but Lily wasn’t having any of it.

“I’m not kissing Black, Y/N.” She stated, chin high in pride.

You scoffed and shook your head slightly, “well, I don’t know how else you plan on getting down, dear. I’m sure I could call over James, if you’d prefer it.”

Lily’s face quickly warmed with a blush and you were left alone, laughing at the quickness that she kissed Sirius. It was nothing more than a peck, and she quickly was mumbling that Sirius was not to say a word to anyone about it. He laughed and nodded, enjoying the way that Lily was actually squirming under the idea of kissing James. He’d have to mention to him that Lily might actually be coming around.

You, however, were about to lean in to give Sirius a kiss when he pulled away.

“Sorry, love, I think I may be all kissed out.”

Your eyes widened in mild shock as he started to take a few steps back. “Sirius Black, get back here! When were you ever ‘kissed out’?”

Sirius smirked more and shrugged. “I don’t know… I’m awfully hungry. I think I’m going to head down to the feast.” He continued to back up and quickly flicked his eyes over to the boys’ dormitory stairs.

“Moony!” He exclaimed, and your eyes immediately narrowed. He wouldn’t dare. “Y/N needs your help with something!” And with that, he walked out of the portrait and down to the Great Hall.

Confused and sleepy, Remus made his way over to you. It looked like he just got up from a nap. You smiled softly, pink dusting your cheeks. He looked so adorable when he just woke up; his hair was messy and smile dopey. Your heart warmed at the way he ran his hand through his curly locks, then dropped to his side. You looked at the clock on the wall and frowned. You were now officially late to the feast. Furrowing your brows, you wondered why Remus wasn’t there already.

“Why aren’t you at the feast?” You asked, tilting your head curiously.

He simply smiled softly in response, loving the adorably confused look on your face. “I was feeling a bit knackered after my last class. Guess I’m still a bit tired after this month’s transformation.”

You nodded in understanding. A few moments of silence passed as you thought of how someone so sweet and adorable as Remus could be afflicted with something so terrible. Your heart constricted painfully in your chest at the thought.

“So, Sirius said you needed my help?”

You blinked once, then twice, trying to snap yourself out of it. “Uh, yeah, listen... Sirius put up this bloody mistletoe and—” you paused, trying to get the words out without making a fool of yourself. “—and I am late to the feast and I am really hungry.”

Brows furrowed, as he looked from the flower to you. “I’m not sure I see the connection?”

Your stomach growled loudly and you rolled your eyes. Of course he didn’t put it together. For someone so smart, he really was quite obtuse sometimes. Fighting your rising embarrassment, you sighed. “Oh just come over here, Moony.”

Once he was in reach, you pulled him closer by his loosened tie. Eyes widened as you pressed your lips to his cheek quickly before pulling away. You released his now rigid body and stepped down past the offending mistletoe.

“Thank you, Remus.” You mumbled, cheeks ablaze; and quickly walked out of the portrait, leaving a baffled and blushing Remus in your wake.

You wanted to kill Sirius, and yet you had the feeling that this was not the worst of what was yet to come this week.

Thus, when he and James decided to throw their annual Christmas party in the common room, you knew that there was no way that you were going to get through it without becoming a bumbling mess at some point.

“Come on, Y/N, you have to go! These parties are always legendary!!” Marlene whined, as she rummaged through her trunk in search for the perfect outfit.

Lily furrowed her brows, trying to fix a bobby pin that was falling from her hair, “as much as I hate to admit this,” she started, sticking the bobby pin in her mouth while she pulled back her hair, “Potter and Black do know how to throw a party.”

Rolling your eyes, you smirked and watched your friends get ready for the party that was happening just later that night in the Gryffindor common room. For someone who despised the marauders, Lily was putting together a pretty damn good look.

“I’m just not in the partying mood tonight,” you suggested weakly and Marlene scoffed.

“Oh please, when are you not in a partying mood. Were’t you little Miss ‘I’m-going-to-try-and-out-drink-Bertram-bloody-Aubrey’ at this same party last year? He was twice your size and you knew that it was going to be impossible; but you still insisted because, and I quote, ‘a little partying never hurt anybody.’”

Lily laughed at your gaping as you opened and closed your mouth in protest. She was right, you never did turn down a party—especially one that those four boys were involved in. Maybe you could go and try to lay low. After all, this was one of the biggest parties they threw every term. There were bound to be people from all different houses, and you had lots of friends you could party with. Not every decision you made had to be centered around Remus bloody Lupin or the others. You were getting over him anyways; or at least, that’s what you told yourself.

“Plus,” Alice started, walking out of the bathroom, now changed, “I’m sure there will be a bunch of cute blokes there. Davey Gudgeon and Dirk Cresswell are both looking pretty fit this year. Hell, even Remus changed over this past holiday.”

Lily turned, eyes wide and looking scandalized, “Alice! You have a boyfriend!”

She simply laughed, waving her off, “oh don’t worry, Lily, I’m perfectly happy with Frank; and I’m only looking. Can’t blame a girl for not being blind!”

Cheeks suddenly feeling a bit warm, you realized that no matter what, you were most likely bound to see Remus tonight—and his new found confidence too.

Sadly, what you didn’t expect to see was Remus using this confidence with anyone but you. Yet, there you stood over by the drink table a few hours into the party, staring with slightly narrowed eyes at the scene before you. Remus was leaning against the back of the couch, a cute Hufflepuff standing awfully close in front of him giggling and blushing at whatever he said.

He sipped on his drink slowly, licking his lips and you didn’t miss the way she glanced down briefly to watch him do so. After a few moments the two of them were both laughing at something else she said.

A deep, sickening feeling grew in your stomach at the way Remus smiled at her; over the last couple weeks you didn’t see Remus flirt with anyone except you and seeing him do so with someone else hit the pressure points of your heart.

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“Something wrong, love?” Sirius asked, as he watched you with a small smirk on his face. The little prat probably saw this coming from miles away.

“Shove off, Sirius; I’m not in the mood.” You quickly swished the last bit of firewhiskey around in your cup before knocking it back in one large gulp.

Sirius simply raised an eyebrow in return, “you know,” he started, leaning back against a nearby wall to get a better view of his friend, “he’s quickly gaining the attention from a lot of pretty girls, Y/N. If I were you, I wouldn’t play coy for very much longer or someone will catch his attention.”

Your mouth opened slightly in offense, “I’m not playing anything!”

“All I’m saying is that I’ve given you every opportunity to make a move, darling. I practically wrapped him up in a nice big Christmas bow for you; and yet, here you are sulking over him flirting with someone else.”

Something even heavier settled deep within your bones at the thought of every chance you had to make a move on Remus, yet you didn’t. He didn’t make a move either though, so you really didn’t see any reciprocated feelings. You sighed softly at the thought.

“Remus can be with whomever he chooses, I’m over him.”

Sirius gave you a look and you shrunk slightly under it. “Okay, trying to be. Look, I’m not going to pine over someone who clearly flirts with everyone that breathes.” The two of you glanced back over to Remus who was now lounging on the sofa, next to another Gryffindor in your year. She was smiling up at him, batting her eyelashes every so often; and you could see that Remus was enjoying the attention he was receiving.

She was pretty. It made you sick.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to have some fun at this party like I intended; and you can rightly just sod off with your bloody fucking innuendos from now on, yeah? Good.”

You turned and cast a refilling charm on your cup, flashed a quick grin to Sirius and left, walking over to a group of Ravenclaws you knew. Remus John Lupin was going to be forced from your mind, even if it took an endless amount of drinks to do so.

Sirius sighed, and watched as you started chatting with a group of Ravenclaws. Slowly but surely you had drink after drink, not even realizing how many with the charm you cast. By the time the party was in full swing, you were properly drunk.

“—And when coach promoted me to captain, I knew that I was going to lead us to victory this year.”

You were chatting happily with the captain of the Ravenclaw team, Davey Gudgeon. Honestly, you didn’t understand how he got sorted into the notorious smart house, as he was a bit of a tool. In his second year he almost got his eye poked out by the whomping willow, and now students were banned from it due to his wallowing.

Yet, Alice was right as Davey was looking rather fit this year, finally filling out his uniform in all the right places. You had told him this as a joke, and suddenly the seventh year was very interested. Guess it didn’t take much these days.

The two of you ended up talking for hours, laughing and joking. You were shocked to find him flirting with you, but you really didn’t mind as you’d glance back over to Remus to see him still chatting with some girl. He never talked to one for very long, and you bitterly thought that he was becoming more like Sirius. Seems like he was making his rounds tonight.

Throughout the next couple of hours, however, Davey lost a bit of his bravado, and you started to understand why he was placed into Ravenclaw. He had matured quite a bit since his second year shenanigans and there seemed to be more that just quidditch hype in him. Even though you knew he wasn’t your type, you still enjoyed his company.

As the night went on, you found yourself loosening more and more. The music now flowing through you, and with the surprisingly good company of Davey, you were actually having a great time. The two of you danced and laughed as you tried moving in ways that your balance could not support. Davey’s hands had reached out to steady your hips many times throughout the night and each time you’d laugh and wink, telling him that he better not try to make a move.

He simply laughed along with you, and usually made comment to how much he’d love to, if you’d only let him. “Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.”

“Quoting muggle literature now, Davey? You really are trying to appeal to your audience. Nice try.” You’d laugh and smile as you’d notice the slight blush now dusting his cheeks.

What you didn’t notice, however was the way that Remus stared at the two of you laughing and dancing. His blood boiled at the way Gudgeon gripped your hips as you moved to the beat of the music. He couldn’t help but constantly glance over to see the two of you swaying close together or talking lowly by the fire. Something deep in Remus’ stomach churned at the way that you flirted with Davey.

It was only when Davey walked you over to the girl’s dormitory staircase and you hugged him goodnight did he realize that he really had no right in thinking that you’d only flirt with him. Maybe you were like the others, no matter how real it felt to him.

The next morning you walked into the common room to see Remus sitting by the fireplace, revising a paper of his. Most likely it was more preparation for his NEWTs that were coming up next year. It was a bit of a time away, but Remus was always so adamant when it came to his grades.

Deciding on whether or not you should bother him, you noticed another girl pass by and shake him from his studies with a flirty, “hi Remus.” It was high pitched and laced with suggestive undertones. Remus simply responded with a smile and a friendly hello. It almost seemed innocent until you saw the slight glint of pride in his eyes and smile.

So without much thought, your feet found themselves walking over to him before you could stop it. You plopped down on the couch next to him and leaned into him so your shoulders were pressed against one another.

“Hi Remus,” you mimicked the flirtatious girl, giggling obnoxiously and looking at him with over the top ‘let me fuck you’ eyes.

Remus furrowed his brows and chuckled slightly, pushing you away as he looked back down at his notes. You peered over and saw that he was revising for Defense. You held back an eye roll at this, as he was already one of the best in your year. He didn’t need to revise any more.

“Bugger off, it was just a hello.”

You did roll your eyes this time and threw your head back with a laugh. “As if! That was a total ‘let me have your babies’ hello. Where did you even meet her, anyway?”

Remus cleared his throat before mumbling, “at the Christmas party, actually; and she is very nice.”

“I’m sure she is, Junior.” You patted his leg in mock comfort and leaned back into the sofa.

Remus scrunched his brows in confusion and turned slightly. “Junior?”

“Oh, I thought that’s just what people were calling you now. You know, Sirius Jr.” You paused and folded your arms behind your head. “You know, with the amount you were flirting at that party and all.”

Remus eyes widened and he shoved your leg gently in protest. “Come off it, I’m not like Sirius!”

You smirked, enjoying the way he was almost squirming. “Not at all.” You assured, before waiting a few moments.

“...Junior.”

“Watch it, Y/N, or you’ll be sorry.” Remus warned, tapping his quill as he returned to his revisions. You could tell that he wasn’t really going back to work, but he at least made it seem like it.

You smiled wide and sat up straighter. “What are you going to do about it, Junior? Flirt me to death?”

“That’s it, little missy. You asked for it!”

Before you could react, Remus was tackling you down onto the couch, tickling you mercilessly. Laughter bubbled up in your throat and you couldn’t help but erupt with the joyous sound.

“Sirius Junior!! Stop this instant!!” you squealed, hoping that he would have some sort of mercy on you. However, this seemed to backfire as he only tickled you harder.

“Please,” you started to squirm and kick, determined to make a run for it. You weren’t the fastest and Remus had long legs, but you were small and could dodge him easier that way.

Remus simply laughed along with you, grinning broadly as his fingers tortured you to no end. “No way, Y/N, you aren’t getting out of this one!”

You felt a pressure on your thighs as Remus straddled you. This rendered you seemingly powerless as you tried to kick free to no avail. You could feel yourself getting lightheaded with the amount of strain you were putting on your lungs during this fit of forced laughter. Uselessly, you began to buck your hips up to try and jostle him off of you.

“Remus, please!” You panted, giggling incessantly in between each word,  “I can’t breathe!”

“You seem pretty fine to me, darling. Happy almost, just look at how much you are laughing!”

Yet, after a few moments more of choked laughter, you began to feel him slow, probably getting knackered himself. Soon enough he stopped, both of you tired and panting with the exertion of the tickling fest that just ensued. He weakly put a hand by your head to support himself, looking down at your flushed face.

Once you began to catch your breath, you stopped and noticed the heavy presence that was now sitting on your pelvis, as well as the proximity of Remus. From this angle you could see the summer freckles that were only just beginning to fade with the cold, and the warm gold specks in his green eyes. His lips were slightly chapped, yet full and extremely inviting. You wanted so badly to kiss him, and you felt a low heat pool deep in your groin at the thought. It seemed like every day you found something new to admire in him. He never ceased to amaze you with his beauty.

As the two of you stared at one another, Remus couldn’t help but notice the flush that started growing in your cheeks, and the way your breath blew in shorter puffs. He watched your eyes dilate and grow heavy with something he had come to know only recently as desire. He’d watch the same look pass across the faces of the girls that had started noticing him this term. You bit your bottom lip and Remus couldn’t help but smirk as he realized what he was doing to you.

Eventually, the heat that was now starting to pool as you let your mind wander was becoming almost too warm. You shifted slightly and felt Remus’ ass shift back down towards your thighs.

“Um,” you started, your voice shamefully low and weak, “Remus…”

His smirk only grew wider as he felt you start to squirm beneath him. “Hm.” He hummed in acknowledgement, enjoying your embarrassed and aroused flush all too much.

“Do you want to… I don’t know, get off?” You squirmed again underneath him and heard him chuckle lowly before replying.

“Well,” he paused and pressed his hand into the cushion on the other side of your head, effectively caging you in. You caught the brief strain in his forearm, as the veins tensed and protruded alluringly, before settling again.

“I would move,” he lifted himself from your thighs, only to use his knees to spread them open slightly and kneel in between them. “But I do quite enjoy having you beneath me…”

Remus paused, trying to gauge your reaction carefully. When he heard the small gasp and watched you pull your bottom lip into your mouth to bite down, he knew he had you like he had the others. You were attracted to him and he felt a swell of boyish pride at the thought.

“From the looks of it, it seems like you like it too, sweetheart.”

Your eyes widened at his comment and suddenly you were frozen. You looked into his eyes and saw the knowing look there. He knew. The bloody bastard knew what he was doing to you and was torturing you. You wanted to be angry at him; angry at the fact that you weren’t like one of his little fans. You wanted to tell him that he couldn’t just play you like he did them. Yet, you couldn’t as you knew that everything he did worked. When he looked at you like he was right now, like he was dripping sex and confidence, it rendered you an utter pool of desire. You didn’t have the capacity to be angry at him, and you hated yourself for it. The thought made your heart pound and you quickly narrowed your eyes at him.

“Oh really,” you reached your hand up to cup his face gently, hoping your hands weren’t shaking too much. “I don’t know Remus, even if you are handsome…”

You trailed off and let your hand wander across his jaw, down his neck and into the nape of his hair. You combed your fingers through and felt him shiver.

“You think I’m handsome now, yeah?” He asked, grin wide and wolfish, as if he was ready to pounce at any moment. The idea further spiked the heat growing and you felt your cheeks warm more.

“I’m not blind, darling.” Slowly your hands stopped carding themselves through the bottom of his hair, and came to rest on his shoulder gently.

“I’m also not stupid,” you stated and dug your thumb into the pressure point on his neck.

He yelped in protest and immediately pulled away, sinking to one side to try to avoid the pain. You smirked as he fell off the couch and landed in a heap at your feet, rubbing his now very sore joint where the neck meets the shoulder.

“You play dirty, Y/N.” He mumbled and you couldn’t help but smirk in triumph.

You stood, and straightened your rumpled clothes, before leaning down to meet his eye level. “And don’t you forget it, Moony.”

With that you turned, smiling to yourself as you walked up the stairs to your dormitory. Remus wasn’t so cocky now, huh.

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Pikipek, Trumbeak and Toucannon

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNxujJGnbB4

Okay, let’s go.

Pikipek and Trumbeak could be loosely based on any of several species of North American woodpecker with black and white plumage and red crests; the pileated woodpecker is the largest and most iconic of these, and one of the most common.  Toucannon is pretty clearly a toco toucan, likewise the largest and most iconic member of the toucan family (if you didn’t know there were different species of toucan, this is probably the one you were thinking of), which is native to Brazil.  That in itself deserves some comment: it’s odd that Game Freak didn’t choose Hawaiian birds to fill the requisite early-game generic Normal/Flying-type “slot.”  Many other Alolan Pokémon are designed in reference to the unique wildlife of Hawai’i, and the islands would have provided a wide variety of interesting and colourful songbirds to any designer who felt so inclined.  Neither woodpeckers nor toucans, of any species, are endemic to Hawai’i at all (notwithstanding the ‘akiapola’au, a species of honeycreeper which is sometimes known as the “Hawaiian woodpecker” but has more in common with Oricorio than Pikipek).  I’m inclined to think that Game Freak may have been sitting on Pikipek’s design, or something like it, for a while, perhaps since before they decided to set a game in a Hawai’i analogue (this would imply that they may have several of these godawful Normal/Flying generic bird Pokémon saved up, just waiting for the right excuse to deploy them, which may be my most depressing realisation of the entire week).  Having said that, expecting them to make literally every Pokémon in Alola a reference to Hawaiian wildlife would be a bit of a stringent requirement, which I would never have demanded from Unova or Kalos, and a toucan Pokémon at least fits the “tropical” theme of the region well enough.

A woodpecker evolving into a toucan makes more sense than you might at first realise, since the toucan family, the Rhamphastidae, are some of the closest relatives of the woodpecker family, the Picidae.  Both are known for their beaks, so there’s a useful thematic similarity there as well.  The toco toucan lends Toucannon a nicely distinctive and visually striking appearance, which draws attention to the part of his body associated with his most unique abilities – the toucan’s massive beak, which is the largest and heaviest relative to its body size of any bird in the world.  There is a danger here that he winds up being just literally a toco toucan, and there’s not much in his art to stave that off except for a truly masterful side-eye, which conveys a level of Skrelp-esque sleep-deprived surliness that no real toucan quite manages.  The physical design just isn’t all that imaginative, which has to count as a fairly significant strike against him, even though a toucan is already an interesting animal in its own right (props to Nature and Evolution on that one).  Toucannon does twist the function of a toucan’s oversized beak in a fun way, though.  People are somewhat split on what a toucan’s beak is actually for.  In at least some species, it probably does have display purposes, which was what Darwin thought when he saw toucans in South America, but today we also believe that they play a pretty important role in heat regulation.  Toco toucans are quite large birds that live exclusively in tropical climates, so having a huge beak with lots of blood vessels and bright colours that can dump a lot of excess heat quickly is a fairly significant advantage.  Toucannon takes this a step further, by dumping that excess heat directly onto his enemies, burning anyone that comes too close during battle and igniting his seed projectiles to create explosive blast attacks.  It makes sense, it’s creative, and it’s badass, which is all good news.

Speaking of explosive blast attacks, Toucannon’s unique powers are represented in the game by his Beak Blast signature move.  This looks at first like a two-turn move in the vein of Sky Attack or Solarbeam, but actually functions more like Focus Punch, with the “charging” phase happening at the beginning of the turn, before the opponent’s move, followed by the attack firing at the end of the turn, after the opponent’s move.  It can’t be interrupted like Focus Punch, and in fact, any enemy who hits Toucannon with a contact move while Beak Blast is charging will suffer a burn.  The attack itself does some fairly hefty Flying-type damage too, and Toucannon has an excellent physical attack stat to back it up.  So the good news is, you have a very powerful Flying-type move to serve as your primary attack, you can burn enemies insolent enough to attack you (even if the attack actually knocks out Toucannon), and you were probably going to move last anyway against a lot of Pokémon, because Toucannon is pretty slow.  The _bad _news is, Beak Blast is still less powerful than Brave Bird, which Toucannon can get as an egg move, and his defences are decidedly on the average side, so going last does leave you vulnerable.  Probably the biggest issue with Beak Blast is that very few of the attacks Toucannon is most afraid of will actually trigger the retributive burn effect.  The best Ice and Electric attacks are special, and although Rock primarily has physical attacks, almost none of them actually make contact.  Just playing normally against Toucannon will probably be all it takes for most Pokémon to avoid suffering burns from Beak Blast.  The fact is, it’s not a great move, but it’s a move with a hell of a lot of personality, and I have to love it for that.

All this being the case, I can see basically two ways you could go with Toucannon.  You could dedicate his training to attack and speed, trying to help him outrun as much as his stubby wings will allow, then slap Brave Bird on him and use him as a fairly conventional sledgehammer Pokémon.  Toucannon gets the Skill Link ability, which guarantees five hits with moves in the “hits 2-5 times” category and turns the normally unreliable Bullet Seed and Rock Blast into top-notch Grass and Rock attacks with the added perk of being able to pierce Substitutes and the Sturdy ability (Fury Attack is also improved, but is still too weak and too inaccurate to be worth using, which just goes to show how terrible Fury Attack is normally).  Sheer Force, Toucannon’s hidden ability, is available as an alternative to Skill Link, but although it’s normally a fantastic ability (giving a +30% damage bonus to moves with a secondary effect, at the cost of removing the effect), Toucannon learns very few moves that benefit from it – pretty much just Steel Wing, so you’d basically be taking the ability just for an edge against Fairy-types.  Skill Link is better; Keen Eye is garbage.  For a fourth move, you could pick up a Normal attack like Return, but Normal attacks are mostly redundant with Flying in terms of type coverage, and you’ll be leaving Toucannon dead in the water against most Steel-types.  Brick Break loses out to Steel Pokémon with a secondary type that resists Fighting, which many of the best ones do (Metagross, Skarmory, Scizor).  Your other option is Overheat.  Toucannon’s special attack stat is, at best, fine.  However, Overheat is extremely powerful, and Toucannon won’t much care about the special attack penalty that the move inflicts on its user.  Brick Break is still better against some Steel-types with good special defence, and really does a number on Bisharp, but Overheat is probably a better general-purpose move, and is nicely thematic (bonus style points for using it with a Z-crystal).  U-Turn is always a move worth considering, but is probably not great for Toucannon specifically, for much the same reason as Gumshoos – he’s a super-heavy hitter who’s very hard to get into play in the first place, and is better off just bludgeoning enemies into submission than trying to play tricky.  The most glaring absence from Toucannon’s movepool here is the absence of Agility – or indeed any way of increasing his decidedly mediocre speed, aside from Flame Charge or Tailwind, which I hesitate to actually recommend.  Any kind of sweeping strategy is more or less out of the question; Toucannon is here strictly to blow things up and open the path for an actual sweeper.

The alternative path is to reason that Toucannon isn’t going to outrun much of any importance anyway, just dump his speed completely, and instead try to spec him as a sort of blasty tank, with a bunch of points in HP.  Take Beak Blast over Brave Bird, both to spare yourself Brave Bird’s recoil and to cripple physical attackers with burns.  Take Roost for healing.  Consider Feather Dance, then stop because Feather Dance is silly.  Other than the main Flying attack, you probably want to think about most of the same attack options for this Toucannon, since he doesn’t really have a support movepool other than the aforementioned Tailwind (a short-term global speed bonus for your team).  Finally, I suppose I should at least mention Swords Dance, because the very notion of a Swords Dance Toucannon is a little bit terrifying, but it’s an iffy proposition for much the same reasons as I hesitated to recommend Swords Dance on Decidueye or Incineroar: he’s just too slow and doesn’t have the bulk or resistances to compensate (Alola seems to really like slow Pokémon for some reason).

All in all, Toucannon is… fine.  He’s much more interesting than the typical early-game Normal/Flying fodder, in an apparent continuation of generation VI’s effort to make the “template” Pokémon a bit less repetitive and pointless.  His signature move is a cool reinforcement of what his design is about.  Talonflame is an extremely hard act to follow as far as the competitive scene goes, and Toucannon is frankly nowhere close, but at least he diverges from the battle style of most of the early-game bird Pokémon.  He’s not directly overshadowed by Talonflame in quite the same way as Gumshoos is by Diggersby (instead he gets to be overshadowed by Braviary, of all things, who’s tougher and faster, but has an arguably worse movepool thanks to Toucannon’s Skill Link goodies).  So, I mean… I guess he exceeds the low expectations I have for a Pokémon in his position.  Don’t get too cocky, Game Freak.