#april fools server event

[howellatme-writes]

Desire Starts in the Gap

Richard Muñoz x Tooth Gap F!Reader

🦷April Fools! 🦷

Event tags: @ominoose @midgardian-witch @winniethewife

Banner isn't indicative of the reader's race, just made it for fun to learn new Photoshop techniques (and to stare at Richard cause....hot damn)! Rating: explicit, 18+ only Summary: Richard's new wife wonders if his insurance will cover Invisalign, thinking she finally has an opportunity to fix the tooth gap she hates. Richard shows her how much he loves it and how beautiful it truly is. Tags: Female!Reader, She/Her!pronouns, Insecure!Reader, Tooth gap!Reader, mirror sex, bathroom sex, tooth gap obsession, teeth, dentist, mention of dental insurance, fingering, p in v, dirty talk, kinda pervy! Richard, ruining makeup, if I missed anything let me know!

You wipe the fog off the mirror in the steamy bathroom, taking in your appearance, you turn your head from side to side, and start to do your makeup. You start your routine, getting ready for the day. Richard had work, but you are going out with some friends. You notice a pesky zit above your eyebrow and pout. You grimace and squeeze, once you're rid of the offending whitehead, you continue with your makeup. You grimace again, catching the feature you hated the most, your tooth gap. On instinct, you press your tongue up against the back of your teeth, seeing the little bit of pink peek through the two front teeth. 

“Richard?” you ask.

“What is it mi carazon?” He asks poking his head out from behind the shower curtain, his head still covered in traces of shampoo with water droplets falling on the bathroom floor.

“Am I on your dental insurance yet?” you ask curiously, looking at your ring and wedding bands and his watch in a small jewelry tray on the counter. As you get ready for the day, a smile slips on your face as you slide on your ring.

“Ah, I think so? It’s past the 30-day mark,” he muses and ducks back behind the curtain, rinsing off his hair.

“Perfect. So I just pick a dentist? Or do I just go to yours?” You look at the bands on your fingers and admire them for a moment as you hum.

“You can probably see mine.��

“Do you think your dental insurance covers Invisalign?”

The water turns off, and Richard pulls the shower curtain back aggressively, “No.”

You shoot him a quizzical look in the mirror, but you can’t help but smile at him, “They don’t cover it?”

“You’re thinking of getting rid of my favorite thing? I adore it. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he spoke passionately as he approached, wrapping his arms around your waist. His damp chest was warm against your back. You shiver as the water from his hair drips on you, as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“It’s how people remembered me—the woman with the tooth gap. I was made fun of all the time. I rarely smiled with my teeth until I met you.” You sigh, reaching for your lip liner and contouring the edges.

“Honey, your gap is beautiful. It’s the first thing I noticed about you,” Richard lamented, kissing and nibbling your shoulder, his mustache tickling your shoulder. You giggle and jolt, almost ruining your lipliner. “Sometimes the things we see as imperfections are the very things that make us unique. I love it so much. Perfection in the imperfection,” he whispered huskily. You can feel Richard press his body into you, his hand kneading and caressing your hip, and you give him a look in the mirror when you realize how he’s already hard, “Do I have to show you how much I love that gap?”

You gasp as you feel him slide a hand down your sleep shorts, “Richard–! You’re ridiculous.”

“Mm, but you love it. Finish doing your lips,” he murmurs kissing your neck and groans when you shift your legs apart a little further when his fingers slowly start to circle your clit, and he can feel the way you respond to him, “Your gap is perfect. You have a smile that lights up my world, and that gap just makes everything about you so special.”

His hand just cupped you, letting you do your lipstick before starting his ministrations again, when you put the lipstick back on the counter, “Richard, you have work soon.”

“Look in the mirror,” he whispered nibbling on your earlobe, “Just relax, let me show you.” slowly pulling your sleep shorts and panties down, his hands caressing your thighs, your ass, ghosting up your shirt to feel your stomach, “Part your lips for me.” You swallow hard, your breath catching as he calls you a good girl. He reaches up to your chin and holds it, his thumb ghosting at the corner of your mouth, but careful not to ruin the fresh lipstick, “You drive me crazy, baby. This smile…this mouth… Look at the little gap. It’s everything.”

“Nuh, Uh. " Your breath hitches as he slips a finger inside, and you whine—his finger retreats to add a second digit. You reach back to grip his curls as he presses his fingers deeper, rubbing slowly, searching for the spot that makes you shake.

“Look at you. I want you to see what I see. Do you know how many times-,” he groans and whispers low in your ear as your other hand grips the edge of the porcelain sink, pressing back into him, “you would send those photos to me at work to tease me right before I come home? I’d always think about your mouth, those lips. That little gap I’d see? I think about it all the time. It’s so you. Your laughter, smile, and sensuality—it starts, lives and breathes in that gap.”

You whine, head falling back on his shoulder as he nibbles and kisses the exposed skin, his fingers pumping in and out, and your breath catches, “You have a thing for it, don’t you? Or do you just really want me to watch?” 

His pointer moves from chin to your open mouth, his finger is careful not to ruin the lipstick as he presses the finger against the gap and groans, “I love the way it feels, that little dip.” Richard starts to rub you faster, and you gasp, grinding against him, “How I can feel your breath through that gap. I swear I could spend hours worshiping that little gap.” he moans like he can’t wait for another second to taste your lips. He parts his lip, letting his tongue press against the gap before deepening the kiss. Richard makes you whimper with shaky knees as he presses closer to the counter for stability. It’s lewd, it’s sensual, his tongue is pressed up against your gap, groaning at how it feels. You had no idea he loved the little imperfect detail about your mouth and how personal it was to him as he cradled your jaw in his hand, a gentle touch compared to how his fingers coaxed out your moans.

Your name is a ragged groan against your ear as Richard breaks the kiss and has your body pinned, trembling and shivering with need as you feel him press against you. You mewl and your hand leaves his hair to grab his hip, thigh, ass, whatever you can reach to get him closer, “You are insatiable, Richard. Show me how crazy it makes you. I need you.”

“I know… I know you do. You’re so tight,” he groans, and Richard can see the gap as you chuckle breathlessly, his mustache tickling your skin while his lips trace your neck with lust-blown eyes meeting in the mirror. “Look at mi corazon, how beautiful you look like this, my wife.”

The hand moves from the sink to the edge of the counter to grasp at it as his fingers leave you, only to have his cock press against your entrance. Your brows furrow at the stretch as you look at him in the mirror, eyes locked as he slowly presses in, as you push back to meet him. His hands roam slowly and teasingly over your waist and stomach, just enough to make you squirm. Richard’s warm hand finally settles on your hip, the other rubbing up your back, trying to figure out this new position.”Oh my god, Richard.”

“Yeah,” his eyes darken as he presses his hips forward to thrust into you. “Feel how much I love you? Feel how much I love that gap?”

“Fuck, baby…I feel it. What if—” Your breath starts to quicken, and biting your lip, your chin drops to your chest as he sets the pace, “I do it anyway?”

The hand caressing up your spine entangles in your hair as he grips it from behind, needing to tenderly pull you back and feel all of you against him, “I’ll have to worship that smile of yours every night until you admit you never needed to change a thing.” He lets go of your locks to cradle you against him by your throat, a loving grasp, slowly moving up so his thumb could caress your bottom lip, and he murmurs ghosting over the shell of your ear, making sure you’re looking at his reflection, “But sweetheart, I’d miss my favorite part. Every single time you smile, or when you bite your lip when you’re trying to keep yourself from moaning.” 

“Mmmhm, Richard.” You hum and feel his hand, fingers intertwining with yours over the counter, shifting against him for more. He keeps his eyes locked on yours as he kisses your neck, biting, sucking, soothing his with his tongue as the side of his thumb slips between your lips once again, grazing against the gap. 

He shivers as you press a kiss to it, your tongue flicking against his thumb. He’s moving faster, voice dripping with desire, “Love how you say my name. Look at you, look how perfect you are mi corazon.” Richard can’t resist, he’s kissing you again, his hand leaving yours on the sink to rub your clit. “Oooh, that's it. That's it, there we go honey,” he grunts against your lips as you tighten around him.

“Maybe I’ll keep it—” you whine breathlessly, feeling yourself start to tremble. Your grip on the counter tightens as you press back into him, “just for you.”

“Oh, mi corazon.” That wrecks him. His grip on you tightens, and his movement becomes more erratic. His voice drops to something raw as his only focus is on your body, sending shivers down your spine. “Just like this. Keep it just like this. Always. Look in the mirror. I want you to watch how good you look when you come for me.”

Richard builds you up, continuing to whisper filthy and worshipful things in your ear as you both watch yourselves in the mirror. When you both finally fall apart for each other, his arms wrapped around you as Richard kisses your neck.

He looks up at you panting, and you feel him smile and chuckle as you both come out of your lustful daze and focus on the smeared color and the mess your mouths made of each other. “I guess I ruined your lipstick. I didn’t mean to–”

You smirk and look back at him. “You got a little carried away.” You turn to the mirror again and feel the heat rise to your cheaks, the lipstick smeared across your mouth, leaving little traces of color on your teeth from where Richard worshiped your gap.

His stained fingers rubs against his lips, where a little trace of color is against his own, his eyes shine, his smile a little giddy, “I’d do it again. In fact…I’d love to do it again. Anything to remind you how beautiful that gap is.”

[batpham-discord-highlights]

2024 April fools and Anniversary Event Prompt List part 3

See what the event was and it's rule here!

Hero! Prompts:

Hero Kiss King of Gunned Bugs

Damian glared at the front of the classroom, specifically at the teacher in front of the whiteboard. Mr. Nightingale. "Call me Dan, for Ancient's sake," he had told them early in the year, was a curious man. He was one of Gotham Academy's more.... unorthodox teachers, less formal as well. He was a science teacher, and despite the urgings of Admin, he never coached for any of the sports GA offered. He was half certain Nightingale was a villain in his career's infancy. All Damian had to do was stop him.

Hero Owen

"Dick!” Tim shouted out his older brother, cringing at his voice. Well, actually it was Dick’s voice, but his brother decided to be an idiot so it’s going to be his voice for now. “You said to grab it!” Dick shouted back, from his spot inside Jason’s body. “WHY ON EARTH WOULD I SAY TO TOUCH THE GREEN GLOWING OBJECT?!” “I DON’T KNOW!” “GUYS!” Jason screamed. “It doesn’t matter whose fault it is! The fucking problem is that now I’m in Steph’s fucking body and she’s a foot shorter than me!”

Tim Drake is a descendant of an ancient hero known only in modern day as Phantom. What happens when this hero comes back from the dead, possessing is next of kin?

Hero One Spooky Boy

Danny seriously hates the Justice League. He tried calling for help in Amity once, and they completely dismissed it as a prank and didn't even attempt to check it out. Something about knowing how ghosts worked and they didn't work like this. Anyways, the Justice League turned up in Amity Park to investigate the GIW and Danny is not having it.

When Danny dies for the first time, he sees something. A masked city with a caped crusader of the night, and a man with a grotesque grin and green hair holding a crowbar over his head. He doesn't find out until years later that his ghost half is the ghost of Jason Todd, keeping him alive.

Villains! Prompts:

Villain BreKitten

Look. Danny didn't mean to fall through the floor and into the cave underneath Wayne Manor. It just happened! But, well. It wouldn't hurt to take a peek, right? Right. Just a little look around the frankly ginormous cave wouldn't have any consequences at all.

A magic user manages to get down to the Batcave. Luckily, no one is hurt, but a stray spell hits the dinosaur, making it come to life.

Villain Non-Malicious Animalization

Something's out in the Kansas woods. Something dripping green, something defensive.

Gotham rogues quickly learned the rules of aposematism. This has resulted in some parents taking the risk of dressing their kids like Robin. This makes most low-level thugs avoid them, but can be a risk when it comes to the bigger rogues and the batclan itself. (Please feel free to make this an inhuman batfamily AU. Preferably not vampires or something. I like it when vigilantes are their own species. They're territorial.)

Villain Ky

Unfortunately for everyone involved, Jazz is the one who’s put all the actual realms biology stuff together, not danny. So when it comes down to defeating misinformation, Jazz and Phantom team up to give the…. world’s most awkward schoolwide presentation?

If anyone wants to use and post with these prompts the Ao3 collection link is here, or post with #April Fools event 2024

[watasemasaru]

tiny mercury peter griffin death pose

[glorbs-dominion]

This comes from the creator of the server himself, but we have an important announcement: Yeah so I have been needing to talk about this for a while. Glorbs has become bigger than any of us can even comprehend and it is amazing. For a while now staff have been talking and we have finally decided that within the next month Glorbs is going to close down. It has been an amazing ride from all of you and I just wanted to say how proud I am of this community. The time has come and we need to go on to the next part of our lives. From all of us at Glorbs to you. Thank you for a wonderful time!

[flightrising]

SOON: April Fool's Day

Have you checked your April Fool's toggle in your Account Settings?

In case you missed it, you have a toggle in your Account Settings that will allow you to opt in or out of our April Fool's Day shenanigans event. Be sure to check your settings before 06:00 server time, Tuesday April 1, 2025!

[sunshinereani]

The Jester and his Lore

✨ First of all, this is long. I highly recommend watching Owen’s stream – it’s very detailed. Title "My last stream - Discussing The Realm Lore!". Timestamp roughly 00:57:00.

✨ Secondly, he flipped a lot between CC!Owen talk and TR!Owen talk. I will try my best to make that clear by referring to TR!Owen as The Jester, CC!Owen as Owen.

✨ Finally, important to note here that part way through Owen said if you take nothing else from the stream, take this: Why do people care about The Realm so much? Tubbo has let the conflict stem from the cast, rather than there being an outside force pushing in. The admins are good, but that’s not what the community talk about. The admins help to move the story along. Because no one runs anything by anyone else, it’s not a lore server but rather reality tv.

People care because it’s real and that sucks because when the community is toxic – it’s the CC!s feelings that are being spoken about, not anyone’s writing. Purgatory, for example, pulled the numbers it did because it was real. The Realm has facilitated deserved growth for CC!s but there needs to be checks in place. Owen is leaving for real-life reasons and because his story has finished, nothing else. The admins help to facilitate a healthy environment by having OOC events, such as April Fools.

✨ On to the lore:

The Jester is not immortal. He ages regularly and is called in to entertain over an extended time as monarchies take time to form.

 He started as a regular Jester and experienced what a corrupt monarchy could do, until he killed the whole court.

He’s never killed a queen before, only because he’s never come across one before.

His promo video is the original kingdom, and the hand holding the cup at the end is the original king.

[take this with a pinch of salt] The lore as The Jester understands it is that The Realm is a pocket that people are pulled into. It’s a loop in that when you die, or try to leave, you just get sent straight back.

The Jester didn’t know The King is immortal, but he suspected.

The Jester doesn’t know the names of The Keepers, that was a bluff. He does know Stultus, but not by that name, that’s the deity that puts him into stasis until he’s needed. However, he has told Stultus that he doesn’t want to return to The Realm specifically.

The Jester was never a physical threat to anyone, he’s intentionally a psychological villain. It’s a massive game of chess to him.

The issue is that for there to be a villain, there must be conflict. For there to be conflict there must be a character flaw. The most seen character flaw is lack of communication, but if communication happens, there’s no story.

The Characters need to stop communicating everything that happens, it undermines the conflict. Every plot hook that The Jester set up was resolved quickly (obviously no hate at all to the CC!s).

!Ros being kicked from the kingdom should’ve been a longer plot thread. Questions asked here are why was Owen not informed of any decisions happening around his character being killed, why are the characters communicating so openly if they want conflict. After this happened, every plot point Owen did was cleared with CCs before it happened.

The spy element: Foolish is thought to be playing a character that can pull strings and please people but that’s Foolish the CC recognising that Owen is building to something, this is why he let The Jester become a spy.

The Jester’s goal has always been to get The King in a room and kill him. The original plan was to build a theatre and drop dripstone on him, but after the !Clown !Pili fight it was clear that the cast are paranoid and would’ve found traps easily.

The Jester was perhaps hated more than he should’ve been as, really, the only things he did were: be mean to !Ros twice, said everyone was peasants, and kill !Krow in the name of the king.

!Bekyamon has true jester privilege – she writes the paper and is very messy but no one is bothered by that because she’s done an amazing job of building her character and he’s very glad she gets away with it.

It would’ve been insane (in a good way) if The King had let The Jester off and not kicked him out of yellow after he said it’s just a lark.

After !Ros had made The Jester apologise to !Aimsey, there was a monologue planned where The Jester was going to tell !Aimsey that he’s very much not sorry and would rip !Aimsey and !Ros apart, purely for the fun of it.

The Jester could’ve killed Coursfire quicker, he did it by slitting his throat whilst brushing his hair. He continued to brush his hair after that. Quicksilver lore is left open on purpose, but he was the oldest and longest reigning monarch in The Jester’s story.

The Jester killed The King in the manner he did because he’s a performer. It’s all a show for Stultus, it’s a chapter in the axe he’s writing.

Owen saw Foolish on the cast list and thought “The King of Fools”. He made the cinematic, introduced himself to Foolish as The Jester. Foolish then declares himself king. The perfect setup and execution. Owen didn’t know Foolish likes to be king everywhere he goes.

!Clownpierce was a day 1 op. There can only be one jester.

The Jester will never show his full face and is inspired by the jester from Darkest Dungeons.

The Jester gave his hat to Lukey, because CC!Lukey is what got Owen to come back to The Realm, so why not give it to him.

In an alternate timeline that was too main character, war arc would’ve ended in one of two ways, both with yellow dissolved – The Jester goes to The King after !Ros’ death, find the confession book and says !Ros is a spy. Yellow have a meeting where the book is presented, !Ros says no, I didn’t write that but !Sneeg and !Zam say she’s betrayed them. !Ros is kicked from yellow and escorted out by !Sneeg and !Zam leaving The Jester and The King in the room. The Jester would’ve killed the king and then inevitably been reset. !Sneeg and !Zam would apologise to !Ros but she’s set on staying out of yellow. Because there’s no king in yellow, it would be dissolved to purple.

Alternatively: !Sneeg and !Zam believe that !Ros didn’t write the book but The King doesn’t. !Ros, !Sneeg and !Zam decide to leave the kingdom, still leaving The Jester and The King in a room alone, The King still dies. The Jester would’ve then asked to be removed from yellow, leaving the faction empty. Yellow dissolving leaves a power vacuum that blue or orange could fill. (Neither of these would’ve ever happened, but they would’ve been cool).

The Yellow Green conflict needs a resolution, The Jester wanted to facilitate that but not main character it.

The death of The King needs to have an impact beyond “Let’s kill Bad, or Lukey”, what could be more interesting that death? Owen suggested a prison and immediately retracted that, chat panicked.

Owen gave a shout out to CC!BadBoyHalo for letting The Jester kill The King, his spin of !BBH enjoying watching The King engage in the game The Jester set out was appreciated.

CC!Owen and The Jester couldn’t be sure green wouldn’t snipe The King the second the peace treaty was over, which is why he hurried everyone along.

Closing things Owen said: Take the opportunity to be the first to bow out when you can as you get to see the impression your character leaves on the story. Even if it’s completely ignored that The Jester killed The King, he still did it, time cannot be changed.

[ninakoll]

We got the love scramble April Fools event on the English server 🔥🔥🔥

YAAYY BEST april fools event ever TBH!! what if it was real....... WINK!!

[hms-harmony-discord]

New Fest Announcement! Why do fools fall in love? April Fool’s Day may be over, but this month, we’re forgoing jokes and pranks in favour of celebrating love. From April 2 through April 30, celebrate "A Fool’s Fest."

From lovestruck idiots acting the fool, to steamy make out sessions fooling round, to (okay, fine) April Fool’s Day pranks gone wrong, there’s a prompt in our collection for everyone.

AO3 Collection Link

Anyone wishing to participate can claim any or all the prompts on AO3 and add their work to the collection by using the “Fulfil Prompt” function on AO3.

Rules:

The fic has to centre exclusively around the H/Hr pairing.

Each fic must be at least 2k words.

Each fic can only be used to fulfil one prompt.

The fic must follow all HMS Harmony community rules.

If you have any questions or comments, leave them below this post! Or come join the HMS Harmony Discord Server where you can participate in our dedicated channel to discuss the event with fellow readers, writers, and artists.

Art Credit: @arishatistic

[caffedrine]

Golden Week 2025 - April Fools - Ricci Corporation - Fan Translation

If you trust me to know what I'm doing, then we have both made a huge mistake. I cannot guarantee accuracy for this fan translation, or even grammatical correctness.

Please support Cybird and pick up this event when it makes it to the English Server

Ricci Corporation

A month had passed since I joined Ricci Corporation—a world-famous giant that oversees the distribution of all things.

Emma: "Haaa..."

Rio: "Emma, what's with that cute little sigh?"

Emma: "I was just thinking… you're really amazing, Rio."

Rio: "...Emma complimented me. I could die right now and have no regrets in life."

Emma: "You're not allowed to die… But today again, you went out on sales visits and brought back several deals, right?"

Emma: "And from that famous Dompteur Holdings group, no less."

Rio: "It was just luck. Apparently, someone over there knew me from Prista."

Emma: "As expected of the ultra-popular Pristagrammer who rivals actual celebrities..."

Emma: "Didn’t your follower count just pass 5 million the other day?"

Rio: "Wait—Emma, you follow me too?"

Emma: "I do. Your posts always feature stuff I like, so I look forward to your updates."

Rio: "Really!? That’s great. That account’s actually for you, you know."

Emma: "...What?"

Rio: "Becoming well-known means I get access to all sorts of new info…"

Rio: "So no matter when we go on a date, I’ll be fully prepared."

Rio: "And if I have money, I can shower you with gifts…!"

Azel: "Shower with gifts… What a lovely phrase."

Rio: "You just jumped in out of nowhere!?"

Azel: "Apologies. I couldn’t help but overhear such an amusing—ahem, fascinating conversation."

Azel: "I was listening from the beginning, but back to the point—what was that sigh about?"

Rio: "Oh, right. Emma, if something’s bothering you, I’ll listen."

Emma: "Mm… It’s not really a problem. I’m okay."

Azel (mimicking dramatically): "Why can’t I land deals like Rio…? Everyone else is so competent, I feel like I’m the only one falling short… Waaah…!"

Emma: "How did you know!?"

Azel: "I'm a god—I mean, a top-tier consultant."

Rio: "But Emma, didn’t you land that deal with the GVO Group the other day?"

Emma: "That was just one deal. I don’t have as many connections as you, Rio."

Rio: "Landing a deal from GVO is a major achievement, you know?"

(He says that, but compared to the other star recruits in sales, my numbers still fall short...) (No, it’s not just Rio.) (This company is full of highly competent people, so I’ve got to work even harder.)

Silvio: "What are you guys talking about?"

Rio: "Ugh—it’s him."

Silvio: "Huh? Watch your tone when talking to the CEO, punk."

Rio: "Oww, oww—don’t grab my head, it’s gonna crack!"

Keith: "Emma, it’s been a while."

Emma: "Mr. Keith! It has been a while. I didn’t realize you were here."

Keith: "Yeah. I came to pitch an idea to Mr. Silvio."

Keith: "Are you getting used to the new company?"

Emma: "Well… sort of…"

Azel: "She seems to be struggling with a slump in her sales performance."

Silvio: "Huh? Didn’t she just land that deal with GVO the other day?"

Silvio: "I don’t know how you talked that eye-patch guy into it, but that deal was a major win."

Azel: "Wow, that’s exactly what Rio said."

Rio: "Ow, ow, ow! Why are you squeezing my head so hard!?"

Keith: "To get a result like that after just one month—that’s impressive. You’ve got talent for sales, Emma."

Emma: "Thank you. I still have a long way to go, though."

Emma: "Everyone at Ricci Corporation is so talented—it really keeps me on my toes."

Azel: "Hard to take you seriously when you say that with such a gloomy face."

Silvio: "...Hey, girl. Then why don’t you take on that project Mr. Gloom-and-Doom brought in?"

Emma: "Eh...?"

Rio: "Better not be throwing her into something impossible."

Silvio: "Oh, it’s high difficulty for sure. The client is that stuck-up conglomerate."

Azel: "Ah, the Michel Conglomerate. A veritable treasure chest—I quite like them."

Emma: "The Michel Conglomerate!? Isn’t that the one led by that famously ruthless CEO who runs everything with brutal efficiency...?"

Keith: "Yeah, that’s the one. Apparently, the CEO is looking for partners for a new business venture."

Keith: "I heard from a friend—Mr. Clavis—that they’ll be holding a logistics competition soon, so I came to give you a heads-up."

Silvio: "The CEO’s supposed to be attending the competition in person. I want you to pitch our plan and land the deal directly."

Emma: "You're assigning such an important role to me…? Are you sure?"

Silvio: "I said you’re doing it. You need another reason?"

Azel: "Don’t worry. As long as I’m compensated, I’ll help out."

Azel: "As long as I’m compensated."

Rio: "Of course I’ll help too, Emma! If you’re ready to take this on, I’ll support you all the way."

(Honestly, just thinking about it makes my legs tremble.) (But this is a job the CEO personally assigned to me. I won’t let this opportunity go to waste.)

Emma: "Thank you. I’ll win this project—no matter what it takes."

Silvio: "Hah! At least you’ve got guts."

(Alright, time to get started on preparations—!)

—Two weeks until the competition.

(The materials should be here somewhere…) (But there’s just too much to go through—I can’t find it.)

Azel: "Looking for these documents?"

Emma: "Mr. Azel! How did you know—"

Azel: "I’m a god—I mean, a top-tier consultant. How many times are we going to have this exchange?"

Azel: "I’m also Silvio’s errand boy, so I know where everything is stored."

Emma: "A top-tier consultant and… an errand boy?"

Azel: "Is that a problem?"

Emma: "N-no, not at all! Thank you so much, Mr. Azel!"

Emma: "Wait—why are you holding the documents up like that…?"

Azel: "Surely you didn’t think they were free."

Emma: "...There’s a charge?"

Azel: "Of course. I have a strict no-free-labor policy."

Emma: "I’m sorry… I don’t have any cash on me right now…"

Azel: "I happen to know you're hiding a delicious-looking homemade bento."

Azel: "Not just one—for lunch and dinner. Enough for two people, yes?"

Emma: "...Would you like to share it with me later?"

Azel: "How agreeable. In that case, here you go."

Emma: "Thank you—for real this time!"

Azel: "If you need any other materials, I’d be happy to assist... for a fee, of course."

Emma: "Ugh… At this rate, I feel like you’re going to strip me of everything… You wouldn’t happen to know where the previous competition documents are, would you?"

Azel: "I expect my own personal bento tomorrow."

Emma: "Y-yes! I’ll make a formal offering—please look forward to it!"

—1 week until the competition.

(If I don’t finish preparing the documents by today, I won’t have time for review.) (I might miss the last train home... but if that happens, I’ll deal with it. Time to buckle down.)

Rio: "Hey Emma, I’m feeling this overwhelming urge to work right now. Got anything for me to do?"

Emma: "It’s already past office hours, you know?"

Rio: "It’s always been a dream of mine to work overtime alongside my beloved Emma."

Rio: "But I’ve finished all my tasks, and I’ve got nothing left... so, I thought maybe you could share?"

Emma: "...You’re doing this for my sake, aren’t you?"

Rio: "Sorry, this time it’s for me."

Rio: "If it’s data-related work, it’s something anyone else can handle, right?"

Rio: "I just want to work late with you. Please?"

Emma: "...You’re always so kind, Rio. Thank you."

Emma: "Okay then, I’ll take you up on your offer. Could you handle these pages?"

Rio: "Gladly! Ah, our first joint task together..."

Emma: "I’ll have to thank you somehow. Rio, if I made a bento, would you eat it?"

Rio: "Eat it? Absolutely. I’d love to! Please let me eat it!"

Rio: "Emma’s homemade bento... Uh-oh. Just imagining it is giving me a nosebleed..."

Emma: "Fufu, you’re being dramatic. You like pain perdu, right?"

Emma: "I’ll make sure to include it in the lunch."

Rio: "Thank you, Emma. I’m so glad to be alive...!"

Rio: "I’ll work even harder! I’ll be your loyal dog for life, so feel free to work me to the bone, Emma!"

—3 days until the competition.

Keith: "Emma... are you okay?"

Emma: "Hello, Mr. Keith. I wouldn’t say I’m ‘okay’ exactly..."

Keith: "Yeah, when you got into the elevator just now, you looked like you were about to collapse."

Emma: "Oh... I guess I just let my guard down a little. The competition’s getting close, and I haven’t been sleeping well from the nerves."

(Wow... I must really be a mess if someone from outside the company is worried about me.) (At this rate, I might mess everything up on the big day. I need to do something about this...)

Keith: "I know. Emma, if you don’t mind, I’d like you to have this."

Emma: "An energy drink?"

Keith: "Yeah, it’s a new product from our company."

Keith: "It’s specially formulated for recovery and meant to be taken before bed."

Keith: "This product is meant for hardworking women like you, Emma—so I’d love to hear your feedback."

Emma: "If that’s the case… thank you very much, Mr. Keith."

Emma: "...Huh? ‘You can do this. I’m cheering you on.’ …This writing—?"

Keith: "Ah, so you noticed."

Keith: "Azel told me that you’ve been working yourself to the bone day and night..."

Keith: "So I’ve been carrying that around, hoping to give it to you when I saw you."

Keith: "...Sorry if that came off as creepy."

Emma: "Not at all! I’m really happy... truly."

Emma: "Thank you so much. I’ll do my best so I can bring you good news."

—The day of the competition.

(Whoa... there are so many people here…) (And... that must be the head of the Michele Conglomerate, Lord Chevalier.) (This pressure… It’s intense. I feel like my heart might leap out of my mouth.)

Silvio: "Hah! What are you getting scared for?"

Emma: "...President Silvio."

Silvio: "Don’t start sounding like you're gonna cry. Chin up, walk tall, and get in there."

Silvio: "You didn’t bring a half-baked presentation, did you?"

Emma: "Of course not. I... I’m confident in it."

(Azel and Rio helped me. Mr. Keith encouraged me. I can’t afford to lose heart now.)

Emma: "I’m just... a little fired up, that’s all."

Silvio: "Don’t walk onstage like you’re flailing all your limbs at once, got it?"

Emma: "I—I won't… probably…"

Silvio: "Where’s all that confidence gone?"

Emma: "Wah—President! Please don’t ruffle my hair! It’ll ruin the style!"

Silvio: "Then get it together. No one will fault you for giving it your all, no matter the outcome."

Silvio: "And if someone does, I’ll deal with them. The only one who’s allowed to complain is me."

Emma: "So you will complain."

Silvio: "Of course. In my position, I can’t just say ‘failure is fine.’"

Silvio: "You didn’t want someone soft on you from the start, did you?"

Silvio: "I’m putting my trust in you. Just focus on winning."

(…It’s strange. Hearing him say that actually makes me feel like I can do this.)

Emma: "Thank you, President."

Emma: "Even if I trip over my own feet—I’ll make sure this is a success!"

~Later~

Rio: "Emma! Congratulations!!"

Keith: "I heard you landed the project at the competition."

Azel: "Now would be the perfect time to offer me a generous cooperation bonus, wouldn’t it?"

Emma: "Everyone... You already heard, huh?"

Silvio: "Tch. You guys are so noisy. Don’t all barge into my office at once and start squawking."

Rio: "Ouch, ouch, ouch—why am I the only one getting hit!?"

Emma: "I was planning to visit each of you later, so this actually works out perfectly."

Emma: "Thank you so much for all your support during this competition."

Emma: "I truly don’t think I could’ve done by myself."

Emma: "Azel and Rio helped me… Mr. Keith and President Silvio pushed me forward…"

Emma: "This win was only possible because of all of you."

Silvio: "Now you’re getting it. That’s your talent."

Emma: "...My talent?"

Silvio: "A company is a team effort. If you’re the kind of person others want to help or cheer on, you’re bound to go far."

Silvio: "Your abilities are different from this mutt’s. Comparing them is pointless."

Silvio: "I’m the one giving you that evaluation, so quit beating yourself up already."

(...Oh no, I think I’m going to cry.) (I kept thinking I wasn’t pulling my weight compared to everyone else...) (But at least President Silvio doesn’t see me that way.)

Azel: "By the way, President, how about we hold a dinner party to celebrate Emma’s success?"

Azel: "I’ve already made the reservation."

Silvio: "You just want a free meal, don’t you?"

Azel: "Exactly."

Keith: "You’re refreshingly honest, as always, Mr. Azel."

Silvio: "Fine. I’m starving anyway—let’s go eat."

Silvio: "I’ll treat everyone except the mutt. Eat whatever you like."

Rio: "You cheapskate!"

Silvio: "Huh?"

Emma: "President Silvio, please stop—if you hit Rio again, his head will split open!"

Keith: "I’ve got medicine."

Emma: "That’s not the point!"

Azel: "Now, now—the car is already waiting. Let’s be on our way."

Silvio: "...You really don’t miss a trick."

As laughter echoed, the lights of the executive office were turned off.

(I want to keep doing my best at this company, from now on, and always.)

[multisaku-rarepair-cove]

❦ FOOLS IN LOVE ❦

APRIL 1 ~ APRIL 4

A MultiSaku RarePair Event

Very excited to announce the Cove's first event! We'll be posting an invite to the the Cove's discord server a week prior to the event start!

【Mods: @frostmarris @hallous @princessxgarbage | Text version under the cut!】

PROMPTS

Each day has two sets of similarly themed, but opposing, prompts for a total of four.

DAY ONE ❦ APRIL 1

Fool's Gold | Diamond in the Rough

Enemies to Loves | Lovers to Enemies

DAY TWO ❦ APRIL 2

First Kiss | Kiss Goodbye

Walking on Air | Walking on Eggshells

DAY THREE ❦ APRIL 3

Summer Solstice | Winter Solstice

Secrets Kept | Secret Revealed

DAY FOUR ❦ APRIL 4

Heroes & Nobles | Thieves & Vagabonds

Wonderland | Wasteland

THE FOOLS

As decided by the MultiSaku RarePair Survey

Kisame ❦ Deidara ❦ Neji

Kankuro ❦ Kiba ❦ Tobirama

Obito ❦ Minato ❦ Karin

Hidan ❦ Yamato ❦ Temari

Haku ❦ Konan ❦ Cee

Kimimaro ❦ Sai ❦ Shino

Zabuza ❦ Genma

RULES

If you have any questions, please DM a mod via discord or through the @multisaku-rarepair-cove blog

❦ Only use this year's Fools for your MultiSaku RarePair ships. You can mix-and-match to form any OT3s or polyships.

❦ You can use any one or combo of the 4 prompts for each day. Whichever inspires you! You do NOT have to use both dual prompts.

❦ Any fan content (art, fic, moodboards, cosplay, etc.) is welcome, provided it is YOUR OWN.

❦ Use the tag #foolsinlove25 (tumblr, ao3, etc.) and tag the @multisaku-rarepair-cove tumblr.

❦ AI/machine learning content is NOT welcome.

❦ All NSFW and dark content must be tagged and have appropriate content warnings.

[goldenwitherphoenix13]

(Sighs) no one asked for it, but Im gonna share it anyways because no ones asked for it and i want to put an end to this Canary curse debockal.

Here is my interpretation of Canary Jimmy in the life series, the canary curse and why i think the fandom has flanderised it. Its extensive, its repetitive, its probably inaccurate, but I want to both clear up confusion on what the curse is and then share my own interpretation. Spoilers below for today's session of Wild Life, if only brief.

The Canary in the coalmine is all about how when the Canary starts to go quiet or die, that there is danger about. There is poison in the air. That if the coal miners do not evacuate, then they will die.

And when Jimmy was seen bringing death wherever he went, or being out first in the first 4 seasons of the life series, people started to dub him as "the canary" and say he was cursed with "the canary curse". But I think the Canary curse has lost its meaning by now. Its been so consumed by the idea of it just being about Jimmy dying first that I think that we all forgot that it's first ever mention was during Scar, Grian and Joel's series, 100 hours in hardcore minecraft, was not solely about him dying first.

Let's recap.

Part way through the 100 hours series, Scar had to go and get some major surgery done, so he couldn't play on the server for a while. So, while Scar was away, Grian and Joel invited some other friends on to fill the void as they waited for their friend to return. The first friend they invited of was Jimmy and they decided to go to a woodland mansion where this resulted in Grian dying.

This event had happened not too long after the finale of Empires season 1, Where Jimmy (and Fwhip) had just accidentally destroyed the entire server, plunging all the kingdoms into a multitude of disasters and starting the event known as the rapture.

And, remember, this series occurred just after Last life, the second season of the life's series, had ended, where Jimmy had been out the series first twice.

It was ALL of these events that lead to the creation of the fandom dubbing Jimmy as a canary. And the Canary curse was born.

Jimmy then proceeded to die first for 2 more seasons of the life series. And that is when the canary became canon as multiple people started referring to Jimmy being cursed, including Jimmy himself, and Martyn wrote it into his lore. It's also where alot of the fans started to associate the curse with just the life series, not really remembering its connections other series.

Back to present day. Jimmy has now gone 2 seasons of the life series and an April fools special without dying first, which is amazing! I'm very proud of him for that! But the fandom feels divided on this, half of them saying him not dying first has broken the curse and now it can't be used as a headcanon anymore, and the other half saying how him breaking it is temporary or that it's only out the first stage and now he's doomed to die second. And to all of you I say... no. No it hasn't ruined the canary hybrid headcanons, no it hadn't been taken to stage 2, the canary curse was NEVER JUST about Jimmy dying first, because it was never just about the life series. The original canary comparisons mentioned Empires and 100 hours, and he never permadied first in either of those series.

Let's go back to the idiom. Canary in a coal mine.

This idiom is based of of a real life practice of taking living, breathing canaries into the coal mines. Coal miners wanted to keep down the costs of having to breed and buy new canaries every time one died, and didnt want to always leave the cute birds that kept them company to die. Its like just using a pet as death foder. They wanted to keep these birds alive for the sake of keeping costs lower and for not killing of the adorable birds. So what would they do? They made chambers to keep the birds alive after they passed out. Oxygen tanks or medicine chambers basically. The canaries didn't always die in the coal mines. They sometimes just got very sick to the point of fainting and passing out, but they could be saved. The canaries don't always need to die to be a warning. They just needed to go quiet. Coming close to death and being kept alive is still a functionable canary system.

Do you see where I'm going with this?

Jimmy isn't cursed as a canary to die first out of everyone. That was never the case. To me, the canary curse has always been about one thing.

The chaos after the canary falls silent. Not after it dies. After it falls silent, after it comes close to death. The curse was never for him. It was a curse on EVERYONE. And Jimmy turning red is enough to trigger it. Jimmy being close to death but not dead yet is enough to trigger the chaos. Jimmy is a canary. His curse was never to die, his curse was never even truly a curse. It was a warning that the games were in danger of ending. That the chaos had only just begun.

And do you know what the cherry on top of all of this is?

The Canary doesn't need to die at all for the coal miners to die.

There are many, many, many ways for coal miners to die in the coal mines. A cave in could crush them, they could find a massive cave that they could fall into, they could turn on and attack eachother. But the Canary can be spared. The Canary may die eventually. Gases or hunger or predators may find it. But it could be the last one to go when the circumstances line up.

It's why I still believe in Canary Jimmy, and why I think he can still win a life series simultaneously. Because it doesn't matter what place he comes at, the canary curse will always trigger. It was never about how Jimmy was "so bad at the game" that he died first. It was never about how the watchers kill him every season because its funny. It was about the death and destruction that hovered around him. The doomsday that chaos brings.

And do you know what's even better? Jimmy is completely unaware of this purpose. He thinks the curse was him dying first because that's what the fans made it out to be.

Jimmy broke this unlucky death streak, but he did not break the canary curse.

Because the canary curse was never JUST for him. It is EVERYONES problem.

Tldr; the canary curse has lost its original meaning and been flanderised to the point of people forgetting that its origins don't require Jimmy to die first and it doesnt need to end in tragedy. The Canary curse is just everyone's problem, including Jimmy, but also including everyone else, and no one has realised this yet. Not even Jimmy. They just think his curse is him dying. But he doesn't even need to die to let the "curse" activate. His presence is more than enough, and even with it he can still win. He's just gotta find the right time.

Anyway I'm done rambling, I hope you guys enjoy my thoughts, I'm going to go finish my Uni Presentation and Evaluations of my project!

[midgardian-witch]

Heavy Lies The Crown

My entry for the April Fool's Event from the Council of Oscar Discord Server hosted by @winniethewife, @ominoose and me ✨

Inspired by the works of Chuck Tingle we paired up Oscar Isaac characters with inanimate (depending on the context) objects to share fun times (or even sexy times) with the fandom for the silliest day of the year 🩵

tags: possession | cuckolding (kinda) | cum eating | mind control | humiliation kink

ships: King John/Crown, King John/unnamed female character

word count: 699

Oh, look at her, my little Kinglet.

His eyes roam over the naked form writhing under his body: a gorgeous woman moaning and whining in the throes of passion. 

His hands grip her hips tightly; but they are not his hands at that moment. They are not his hands as it is not his cock throbbing in that tight cunt; not his mouth sucking on her nipples and not his tongue laving over her skin. 

No, all of this belongs to it.

The proud King John is but an audience to what it does to their companion for the night; watching his body move on its accord. He can't even feel it, only watch as it fucks their willing lover into the mattress.

If you're good I might let you taste her cunt after I am done with her.

If he could feel his dick John is sure it would pulse in eager anticipation. Alas all feeling is cut off of his senses while it is in control. 

How weak he is to be controlled so easily. A pathetic excuse for a king to be goaded and teased like this. Truly a disgrace to his bloodline. 

What utter bliss.

It feels like a dream, his body moving like a marionette while he can do nothing but watch. Hard and fast he is thrusting into the wet cunt of their companion, fucking her with reckless abandon. It is good at what it does, the woman under them screaming in joyous elation as she convulses, her peak rapidly approaching.

I pity the poor maidens and stableboys who had to make due with your own feeble skills.

The disappointed and almost disgusted tone of its voice shoots like lightning down his back, the prickle of humiliation tingling along his spine like the caress of a seasoned lover.

It would surprise me if any of them found bliss at your hands, my Kinglet. Thankfully I have decades of experience in the art of lovemaking. 

Only a tiny voice at the back of his mind is left that wants to argue, to bite back, to protect his manhood and self-esteem. That voice rings hollow as it is drowned out by the dulcet tones of the crown resting on his head. It does not move, no matter how viciously his hips are thrusting or his body moves during this rigorous fucking. The crown was all but fused to his head, bonded to him until his inevitable end.

With a few more thrusts the frantic begging and pleading of their companion turns into a drawn out, high-pitched moan as she climaxes. The crown moves his hands gently over her body, soothing the overstimulated maid with careful touches. He can hear his own voice rumble sweet nothings as it cares for their current bedmate. There is a sting deep behind his ribcage, a longing for closeness but John pushes it aside. 

Are you ready for your reward?

As a king begging is beneath him but if the crown asked it of him John knows he wouldn't hesitate to fall to his knees and plead. Instead it takes all of his willpower to simply agree. He can't move his head but through whatever curse, magic or divine power it uses the crown is aware of his affirmation.

Slowly a prickling, starting at his fingertips and toes, spreads across his body, like a limb regaining a constant blood flow. His body feels foreign but it is his again. At least for now.

“Let me have a taste, sweetness,” he coos, to the maid or the crown he does not rightly know. 

Eager mutt.

Another shock of humiliation runs through him like lightning but John muffles the embarrassing moan threatening to fall from his lips by putting his mouth to the swollen cunt of their companion. 

The taste of their mixed desire coats his tongue and he groans against her sensitive folds. The woman under him squeals and shakes with overstimulation but he pays it no mind, eagerly lapping up its spent, lost in savoring the flavor.

He may not be in control of his own body most of the time nowadays but the crown makes it all worth it.

[batpham-discord-highlights]

2024 April fools and Anniversary Event Prompt List part 11

See what the event was and it's rule here!

Hero! Prompts:

Hero Strawberry

Tim is a descendent of Aragorn or Dorthea, dragon shenanigans ensue as he gets hit by a de-aging spell

Tim is known as the gotham songbird from his time as robin when he had a signature humm when comforting victims, now Danny's subjects are singing his praises, The ghost king is intrigued by these stories

Jason gets sent back in time to tims yj98 days, specficaly just before they blow up mnt rushmore

Danny's class gets invited to tour the watch tower as a fieldtrip, Why who knows but Danny thinks that one Red bird hero is cute

Danny is floating around in space when the YJ98 crew crash into him with Barts Space ship!

Villains! Prompts:

Villain Bucket O’Randomness

the first Halfa in recorded history went by the name Jekyll. Or Hyde. And everyone knows Halfas have no natural lifespan

Villain Jayden

When Talia was pregnant with Damian, she went on a trip to an American university in search of Bruce. Instead, she found Jasmine Fenton, a red-haired psychologist who captured her heart.

When the league trained Damian in torture, they unfortunately left vivisection out. It’s time for his new stepmother to correct that

Villain Non-Malicious Animalization

The Elric brothers wind up in Gotham. No one involved is prepared

Dragons aren't Bats, even black, stealth-jet dragons. Damian is willing to thrown down with a literal Viking to change this.

If anyone wants to use and post with these prompts the Ao3 collection link is here, or post with #April Fools event 2024

[ierofrnkk]

This Burn is Feeling In My Skin

Basil Stitt x Lightning Cloud

summary: after being struck by lightning, and isolating himself from the world, Basil finds that he’s not as alone as he initially thought.

content: 18+, masturbation (m), softdom lightning cloud, sweet subby Basil, he wipes cum on his pants it’s gross, crack treated seriously, lowkey like..magic sex pollen…

a/n: yes, this is a real thing I’ve written. for the Council of Oscar discord server’s April Fools event; title is from “Thunder In The City” by Future Generations.

—

Basil never wanted to step outside ever again, not after what happened.

The freak storm had left him scarred, terrified to leave the safety of his own home, and seriously worse for wear in the mental health department.

A few months after the incident, and a month after he convinced himself that leaping off of the roof of his apartment complex was a good idea, he heard it.

A voice. Soft, melodic.

Saying his name.

Basil, it would call, drawing his attention no matter what he was doing.

He tried to shake it off; his mind’s playing tricks on him. He’s not quite right, anything.

Basil…

There it is again.

He puts some music on—heavy metal. Loud. So loud that he can’t even hear himself think.

Come outside, Basil…

Even through the sound of blaring music, he can hear the voice clear as day, overriding every thought he might’ve been having.

Still, despite his best efforts to ignore the voice, he follows blindly, getting up from where he’d been sitting on his living room floor.

He stands, feeling as though he’s being pulled on a string as he makes his way out of his apartment, up the dimly lit stairwell and onto the roof of the building.

There it is, clear as day.

The storm cloud, the same one that struck him with lightning that day, floating high in the sky above him.

Fear splinters through him—this was a trick, a trap, and he’d fallen right for it.

Before he’s able to retreat back into the safety of his apartment, he hears that voice again. That beautiful, soft voice.

Sweet Basil…such a good listener…

He trembles, gaze locked on the sky like the answer is written beside the sun.

“What the fuck,” he breathes, half-question and half-prayer.

What a shame you’ve been hiding, the voice says, soft and sweet. I wish I was able to see that handsome face of yours more often.

Basil can feel the way his face flushes at the praise, the tips of his ears going warm. He shakes his head, immediately protesting the compliment that this…entity…has just given him.

“I’m not handsome anymore,” he protests, voice meek and unsure.

“Not after what you did to me.”

Thunder rumbles in the cloud, and to Basil’s ears, it sounds like a laugh. It’s laughing at him.

Don’t you understand? It asks, drawing his attention once again.

I made you this way for a reason, my sweet boy. Let me see your face.

Basil short circuits at that, his mind showing a total blue screen from the pet name, the softness of the voice compelling him to do as it asks.

He takes a short step closer in the direction of the cloud, being mindful not to walk too close to the edge of the roof—a mistake he’s already made once before.

A few seconds pass, as Basil does his best to do what the entity’s asked of him.

He turns slightly, angling his face so that the scarred, damaged side is showing, presenting himself to the cloud.

Beautiful, it sighs, supposedly taking in the sight of the branching, jagged scar it’s left on one side of his face.

You’re so handsome, Basil. I wish you saw yourself the way I see you.

Basil sighs, the sound fraying into something closer to a whine at the continued praise. He’s not used to it, he never was. Not even before he was struck.

This is something otherworldly, having returned after months of silence, just to see him.

He lowers himself to his knees. The concrete is hard beneath him, but the discomfort is the least of his worries.

“What do you want from me?” He asks, voice wavering as he gazes up at the sky, never taking his eyes off of that dark cloud.

There’s a moment of silence, the air surrounding him feeling heavy; it weighs down on him, the way that the pressure outside changes right before a storm breaks.

All I want, the voice begins, finally breaking its silence.

…is for you to understand how I feel about you. I want you to know why I chose you.

The wind blows around him—the cloud remains in the same place, unaffected—though Basil certainly feels an effect of it.

Something warm burns in his chest, simmering beneath his skin and flooding his veins. Heat makes itself present where there previously was none.

Basil blinks. Once, twice, anything he can to try to stave off that heat, but to no avail. It—whatever it is—has dug its talons into him, and is refusing to let go.

Much to his chagrin, he’s already hard, the evidence of his arousal clear through the material of his sweatpants.

Immediately, Basil’s hands fly to his lap, making an attempt to cover himself up, fully knowing that there’s no one around to see him in such a state.

Another rumble of thunder. Another laugh.

Silly boy, is all it says, sounding more smug than ever.

Basil whines again, the sound dying somewhere in his throat at the thought that he’s being teased by this entity, the very thing that cursed him in the first place.

He presses the heel of his palm against his cock, doing anything he can to try to ignore the ache that refuses to go away. Even that slight pressure is too much; it feels too good.

It’s good, isn’t it? The voice asks, tone impossibly soft, drifting through Basil’s mind like a siren’s song.

Basil nods, bites his lip to suppress another whine.

Then why are you keeping yourself from it? I want you to enjoy this, to feel everything I feel for you.

His eyes are shut tight, making a last-ditch attempt at drowning out the voice in his head, but it doesn’t go away.

The heat in his gut continues to burn, coiling tightly and threatening to snap at the slightest nudge.

Feel what I feel, Basil.

By this point, Basil is painfully hard, his cock twitching, neglected beneath his hand as he listens to the gentle encouragement of the disembodied voice.

Feeling the way his face burns in embarrassment and choosing to ignore it, Basil squeezes himself through the fabric of his pants, seeking even the tiniest modicum of relief from whatever curse that this being has laid upon him.

The allure of it all is too good to pass up on, too much for him to ignore. Swiftly moving in to replace his embarrassment is an insatiable ache, a need that must be satisfied, an itch that must be scratched.

Slipping his hand beneath the waistband of his pants, Basil takes himself in hand, whining at the feeling, no longer caring who hears—besides it, of course.

He very much wants it to hear, for it to know what it’s responsible for.

The wind blows softly around him again, and his cock twitches once more, like his body is aware of something that he isn’t.

“Fuck,” he breathes, taking a second to tug down his sweats just enough for his cock to be freed—aching, red and leaking at the tip. Despite the cool breeze, Basil still feels hot all over, like his very veins have been replaced by pure lightning.

It all burns white-hot, down to his very core.

He strokes himself slowly, already feeling himself tip into oversensitivity, and fearing that he’ll come immediately if he moves any quicker.

Another rumble of thunder.

Oh, you have so much to learn, my sweet boy. Let yourself feel good, the way I had, the moment I chose you to be mine.

The way that it claims him so simply with its words makes Basil whimper, precum dribbling from the tip of his cock as he quickly becomes overwhelmed by the voice in his head.

“I- I can’t—I’m not going to…not when you’re—“ he struggles with his words, voice trembling as he strokes himself a little faster now, chasing the high that he didn’t even know he wanted.

The hatred and fear he’d felt for this entity is long gone, replaced by something akin to devotion. He’s on his knees, giving himself completely to a being he can’t even see.

Go ahead, my Basil, the voice coos, even more soft and alluring this time around. Show me that you feel the same way I do.

It’s all too much for Basil to take, the encouragement gentle in all the ways that he likes more than he’ll ever admit.

He comes with a whine, spilling himself all over his palm and his fingers, his heart racing in his ears, the thundering of his pulse rivaling that of the entity’s meteorological laugh.

You love me, it murmurs, the softness of its voice swirling through Basil’s mind as he comes down from his embarrassingly fast orgasm.

Look at how much you love me. Didn’t that feel good, my sweet boy?

Through the slowly retreating haze of arousal, Basil nods dumbly, grimacing as he wipes the release on his hand off onto the fabric of his pants—they were due for a wash, anyway—and tucks himself away.

“‘S good, yeah. I don’t- I didn’t think that—“

—that you’d find something so enjoyable with me, right? Another soft rumble of thunder—a laugh.

Basil nods hastily, the haze clearing from his mind, yet he remains on his knees. His eyes haven’t left the dark cloud once.

I see… perhaps soon you’ll rethink how you feel.

Another nod from soft, sweet Basil. He’s so eager to please, to ensure that he’s always doing the best he can for anyone, especially such an entity that can make him feel like that.

Not even his girlfriend—ex girlfriend—made him feel this way; desperate and loved and wanted.

The storm cloud has lightened, not as dark and gloomy as it had appeared previously. Now, it’s much brighter, the electric charge in the air having dissipated.

“Will you, ah—“ Basil clears his throat, not even second guessing himself as he asks this.

“Will you come back? See me again?”

The wind blows around Basil again, though this time it feels comforting, warm. Like a hug he never wants to separate himself from.

My sweet boy, I’ll always be here. I’m always with you.

Another breeze, and the cloud is gone, the sky cleared in an instant, though Basil doesn’t feel alone. He can feel the presence of that entity, somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind.

He’s not alone anymore. There’s someone—thing—who loves him, who cares for him, just the way he is.

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thank you for reading this…work of art

tags: @winniethewife @midgardian-witch @ominoose @faretheeoscar @my-secret-shame @reallyrallyauthor @howellatme @ingoldthewizard @silvernight-m

[ominoose]

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞

Pairing: Jack Jackson x Mojave Desert Summary: Jack and his Mrs have a tiff after he returns from a long absence. Part of the Council of Oscar's discord April Fools Event! WC: 669

Never been more proud of a fic and never been more proud of my server 🫡 @winniethewife @midgardian-witch

His hand sticks to the hot, rancid rubber of the gas pump and he can't tell if its from the oil, his sweat or left over blood. Either way it only further sours his mood as his hand rakes down his scruffy jeans, a black streak left in wake of the movement. Jack cusses with a southern drawl under his breath, hooking the pump back up like it personally spilled on him.

Even the cool, conditioned air of the gas station freezing the stale sweat on his brow couldn't lift the mood that weighed heavy like a smog. A cold beer wouldn't either, but Jack reckoned it was the closest thing to a pick me up as he thumped it on the counter, tipping his hat politely at the freckly little cashier.

"Sun's a cruel mistress today, ain't she?" The young boy behind the counter was far too chipper for a human stupid enough to exist on a summers day in the desert, but Jack supposed when one works in a shitty, fluorescent, capitalist oasis selling cheap liquor and infinite air con, a boy can show that much teeth when smiling.

"Yeah, she ain't the only one." Jack grumbled around a splintered toothpick, bowing his head to count his cash.

"Trouble in paradise, Mr?" The chipper cashier frowned as he handed back the receipt, as if he was genuinely saddened by the potential of a strangers failing marriage.

"Oh yes indeed", Jack chuckled darkly, stuffing the crinkled paper into his jean pocket and popping the beer cap on the counter. "There'll be a storm waiting for me when I get back."

The sentence had been meant metaphorically, as was the majority of Jacks daily dialogues, but as he finally drove the dusty pick up to his trailers, he was not at all surprised to feel the wind whipping sand at him like shards of glass.

"Christ almighty woman, can't even let a man get out his car to say his piece?!" The door slammed behind him, rocking the truck none too gently as his boots thudded around to the back trunk.

Another gust of wind blew at him, visible lashes of sand aiming for his head as he lifts his forearm to his brow. The whistling howl echoed in his ear, making Jack's scowl turn into wince.

"Alright, alright! I hear ya darling, I'm a jackass, I know…" More grains shackled around his ankle making, Jack click his tongue in annoyance, "Probably had some amount of scavengers pillaging your gardens and what not, I know sweet thing, I hear ya."

A small reprieve came, the surroundings loosening the yellow tinge from desert dust being heaved into the air and Jack took a welcome gulp of breath.

"There was some business I had ta take care of in a lil town over yonder, but I'd never forget my special lady." Jack finally rounded the back of the truck now that he wasn't being assaulted, pulling back the tarp with a grunt to reveal the decaying, macabre prize tied neatly in aged rope.

He stands proudly with his hands on his hips, cracked and dry lips dawning their trademark smirk as he stares off into the golden dunes.

"Gotcha some nice, fresh, organic pet feed. I know yer new lil coyote pups could use the meat."

The dunes danced in small whirlwinds that looked like golden bobbles of thread, whistling in high pitched tunes. Jack could feel the grains grazing over his cheek, much more gently than before, tugging his lips into a smile. He almost chuckled before he felt a tumbleweed smash into his rear, startling him.

"What in tarnation- Mrs Mojave, that weren't very lady like!" The was no venom to his words, and never would be, not when he was surrounded by the warm, tanned bosoms of the dunes.

No matter how long he left for, no matter how dirty his hands were when he came back, he would always have his beautiful Mrs Mojave to come home to.

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