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Nothing hits like "romantic couple and a third guy who's not dating either of them but is definitely a part of this dynamic"

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Characters with chemistry in the exploding and dying way. Characters with chemistry except instead of something cool like green fire it's mustard gas.

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dude i love how chill and selfless you are 😄 by any chance is your wildest fantasy to be Useful?

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"comrade in arms" yeah i bet he was in your arms. every night. fruit

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sexiest thing a character can do is drag their past around like it's a dead body tied to their ankles

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pov the wizard you've been fucking turned off your paladin hivemind for the first time in 1000 years so you can suck their dick in High Def 4K focus

It only takes a few seconds for Kez to cast the spell. One short phrase, one quick gesture, and the entire link is gone. All that's left is them, and him. 

"No outside thoughts," Kez murmurs. "No distractions."

She reaches out a hand to Day's side, getting as high as their ribs, directing them downwards. They drop to one knee, making them just about eye level with her tiny frame sat on the edge of the bed. She draws her hand up, moving instead to their cheek. She's got a soft, gentle touch, grazing over their face, leaving dark streaks from where the iron filings had stained her fingers during casting. 

Kez smiles. He likes Day, likes marking Day. The possessiveness is only stoked at the sight of his fingerprints so clear on her clay.

"You alright?"

Day nods. 

"Can you ... still talk?" 

"Yeah." Day's voice comes out louder than he'd expected. Like he thought he'd have to fight to be heard.

"And you're hearing...?"

"Nothing else."

"Good." 

It's hard to recognize the sound of constant noise until it's quiet. They've never been quiet. Kez is talking in a low murmur, a careful kind of cooing, but it rings in Day's ears now that it's the only thing. Even the silence between words is strong, forceful, like the current pulling back after the crash of a large wave. They collapse a little, putting their second knee down, falling back onto their shins.

"Right where I want you," Kez continues, twisting her hand to cup Day's chin. "Open that pretty mouth for me," she says, and pulls. 

Day lets them do it, lets them slip their thumb past her bottom lip and circle it on her tongue. She stays obediently still as they pull it back, slick with spit, and rub it lazily over the tip of their cock. 

"This is new for you, isn't it? To be able to give me your complete and utter attention?" 

Kez punctuates the last words with a few loose strokes along his length. Day watches, rapt, and Kez slides forward to the very edge of the bed to give them an even better view.

"No point in doing it halfway. Unless it's about me, I don't want a thought in your head."

Kez guides herself to him, her tip just barely pressing against Day's still half-open lips.

"Nor do I want a word in your mouth. Understand?" 

Day takes them fully, tongue running greedily up the underside of their shaft as they drop their hand away, replacing it instead on the back of Day's head, quickly tangling their fingers into his hair. They give him pressure, guiding him down and back up again. Not that he needs it to find a rhythm, he's plenty capable of that on his own, but the whole point is to make him feel as much of Kez and only Kez as they can. 

And gods, is it a feeling. 

Even without Kez's cock in her mouth, Day probably wouldn't be able to do it justice out loud. She was never much of a wordsmith, not when she had the mind link to express the more complicated, esoteric ideas for her. But now she's without it, and this is just so - 

The taste of him alone is intoxicating, familiar and yet buzzingly new in intensity, hints of salt, hints of sweet, every slide of it against her tongue is heavenly. 

The smell of them, too, as Day takes them to the base, nose pressed against hair and skin, just slightly sweaty, and the ghost of some days old perfume.

Then it's the sound of her voice, low, almost growly, as she lets out little rhythmic moans that echo like a choir in the vault that now lays empty in Day's mind.

And the sight of them, what glances Day can catch as he looks up; alternating between head tossed back and neck stretched out, littered with already darkening hickies, and tilted down to meet his eyes, looking at him with equal parts possessiveness and curiosity. 

Oh, and the weight of him. The weight of him, hot and heavy in Day's mouth, twitching involuntarily each time their lips brush across the nerves in the exact right way. 

Day's hand is on her hip, keeping her balance. He always knew she was warm, but she feels warm, it's practically seeping into him, remarkably alive.

Her hand, in turn, is in their hair, grasping and tightening and loosening and tightening. Hers to touch, hers to direct, hers, hers, hers. 

Kez's tip is kissing the back of his throat now, almost uncomfortably deep, but in a way that makes him feel as though he needs even more. And Kez's skin shifts against his palm, their muscles tensing as they jerk and buck against his teasing tongue. And Kez's fingers are leaving more sooty streaks, stark against the green of his hair, as they try to pull him ever closer. And Kez's pulse is thrumming against his thumb in some artery that runs along the curve of their pelvis. And Kez arches into him, pushing their full leg down to steady against the floor and their amputated one instead braces with their knee against his shoulder. And Kez is twisting their fingers in the same small patterns, sending literal sparks down the back of his neck just to give him more of their magic to feel. And Kez is beginning to drip, uncontrollably, on the base of his tongue. 

Day pulls back off them entirely, only a few strings of spit connecting their mouth to Kez's cock. They breathe, heavy into the space between them. It's hardly an inch, but it's so empty it feels like miles.

"Kezzie, I want you," Day whispers. She's better with the volume this time.

"Yeah, I kinda figured as much," Kez laughs.

"No, I mean. I need you." 

"Need me how?" Kez's fingers swirl, sending another Prestidigitation shivering down Day's spine. 

They've never used the link with Kez anyways, but even so, Day's struggling to articulate in its absence. 

There's nothing. There's no one. No thoughts, no feelings, no worries, no distractions, no excitements, no sensation at all. Day's empty, and she's hungry, she's so hungry she's shaking, and she needs to be full, she needs, she just needs, and there's nothing - except Kez.

"Cum in my mouth." 

"Oh, love," she croons, pressing Day's head forward to meet her again, "if that's all..." 

And they're fucking him, hard, pulling him down just as they thrust up. It's fast, it's messy, and they're grabbing and pressing against every inch of clay they can get. Neck, cheek, shoulder, hand, mouth, tongue, throat, all of it. A near constant stream of fuck, gods, yes, fuck drops from their lips, as their rhythm gets sharper, shakier. 

Day's moaning something too, incomprehensible around his cock between their lips, and Kez wouldn't be surprised if they were hard and dripping themself. Not that they seem to have noticed. They want Kez, they have Kez, taking in every bit of him with a one-track fervor. Oh, hells, they feel so good when they're desperate for him, and he's so fucking close, and Day said the only thing they needed was - 

Kez shudders, her hand seizing in Day's hair as she cums, filling his mouth with the one bit of her he hadn't yet gotten a chance to experience. She bucks into him a few times, aftershocks, before loosing her grip and pulling herself free. Day takes a moment to swallow before dipping down to lick a few messy remnants off of her. 

"That good? What you wanted?" Kez asks, bringing her hand to run circuits from cheek, to neck, to shoulder, and back up again. 

Day nuzzles into it, as best he can. "Yeah. Thank you." 

"Of course." Kez leans down to kiss them proper. Only once, but long, slow. A little sticky still. "And what else do you want?" 

Day's forehead screws up in a question.

"Oh, Daisy, darling," a cock-sure air of showmanship creeps over their voice, as their hands begin to wander across Day's bare chest. "Do not doubt my skills. Greatest wizard alive, here. I've got you like this for a full hour, and we've hardly used any of it. So tell me - how do you want me next?"

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they are Cancelling me for dealing with my grief as best i can . also for the vicious war Crimes

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mutuals this is us

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genuinely something so delightful about getting obsessed with your own characters. what do you MEAN I can turn my headcanons for my characters into Official Real Lore. that's so fucking cool are you serious

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esoteric form of roleplay where instead of actually roleplaying you just make up characters together and discuss in abstract how they'd interact and how their story would go

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fuck off. I just know if I was a dog and my owner let go of my leash i'd be the dog that stops walking and looks at the owner for reassurance and not the dog that runs free

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im so normal abt sibling relationships in media i swear

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I had a rough day. Bartender, one glass of the characters kissing, please