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Prompt #886

The hug lasted a lot longer than they both had anticipated, but they just didn't want to be the first to let go.

[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | mutual masturbation

pairing | best friend!ransom drysdale x reader

warnings | very innocent!reader, bordering on little!reader. soft!ran <333 specifically soft for reader. ddlg undertones tbh (no use of the word daddy but ran is daddy af and also tells reader to "be a big girl" multiple times.) reader is having orgasm troubles/anxiety. mutual masturbation (clit rubbing, jerking off through pants.) subtle humiliation vibes (not verbalized.) praise and encouragement. delayed orgasm. he steps in and helps/finishes her off. he also comes in his pants lol. they come together! :D

word count | 886

it all starts when he overhears you on the phone with your friend, admitting you’ve never been able to make yourself come 😭

it somehow leads to him laying you out on your bed, tugging playfully at your jean shorts. “c’mon, baby. i promise, i wont make it weird. i just wanna help you”

and he’s your beeeest friend, your very best friend in the whole wide world, and you know he’s got plenty of experience and knowledge when it comes to this sort of thing, so you try to swallow down your humiliation and go along with it

he kneels attentively in front of you as you rest back against your pillows, shyly pulling off your bottoms. he chuckles sympathetically at your cute little pastel panties with your favorite cartoon characters on them. if it were any other girl, he'd probably make fun of them, but you've always been a sweet innocent baby in his eyes so he can't help but find it endearing 💕💕

"c'mon, cutie. don't be shy, it's just me" you try to remember that he's right; it's just your ran, your safe, wonderful ran, who you've known your whole life

you squeeze your knees together as you pull off your panties. ransom's surprisingly patient with you, "let me see, silly. can you show me how you've been doing it? i can't help unless i know what the problem is"

it takes a bit more coaxing before your knees finally fall to either side of you, revealing your perfect little petals which instantly have ran giving you the biggest heart eyes 🥺💖 "oh baby, you're so pretty down there. aww, are you a little wet, sweetheart? it's okay, don't be embarrassed" as you're squirming softly in front of him

your hands are so clumsy as you try to figure out where to even begin. he's right: you're wet (though you swear this isn't turning you on!!!) your fingers fumble around as you lamely begin poking and prodding at your leaky hole

ran raises an eyebrow at you, not sure whether or not you're playing dumb or just really this clueless. "that's it?" he asks in disbelief, clearly not impressed. you sigh, trying not to hide your face in your hands from embarrassment. "what about your clit?" noticing how you immediately grow more squirmy at his question, he calls your bluff- "come on, y/n. be a big girl and show me" 🥲🥲

you finally bring one hand up to begin rubbing carefully over your little button. you fail to hold in a soft gasp at the sudden rush of pleasure, earning a smile from the man sitting in front of you. "there you go. keep going, princess," he encourages you

as the warm, fuzzy feelings grow, you find the courage to spread yourself out a little with your other hand, giving you better access to your swelling bundle of nerves. ran's grin grows as he watches it growing and pulsating beneath your rubs

"shit, sweetheart. so fucking cute when you play with yourself like that," he curses softly, bringing one of his own hands down to begin palming himself through his pants. seeing him getting worked up by you only turns you on more. you don't even notice when your juices begin leaking down onto your bedsheets 🥲

you become more vocal, holding back fewer of your sweet little moans and whimpers. the noises you're making are clearly driving ran crazy, his pace over his impressive bulge quickening as his face flushes red. "fuck, just like that. keep rubbing that pretty little button for me, baby. look at you, you're fucking soaked"

your fingers grow faster over your throbbing clit, your breaths becoming more labored as you feel pressure beginning to build in your tummy. as soon as you recognize what's about to happen, a familiar sense of doubt hits you as your motions begin to falter. "r-ran," you choke out, big eyes looking up at him for help.

he's immediately leaning down with a worried look on his face, quickly recognizing the problem. "no, no baby, it's okay," he tries to cheer you on, "just keep going, you're almost there"

"can't do it," you frown as your poor clit twitches helplessly after being abandoned so abruptly

"yeah you can, come on. let me help," you can't even think to speak up or stop him before he's reaching down, using his own fingers to resume the stimulation. for whatever reason, you lay back and take it. "spread yourself open for me, sweetheart. just like you did before, there," he hums in approval as your hands fumble to do as he instructed. he keeps his pace steady over your hardened nub, watching as you quickly near the edge once more

"now come on, baby. be a big girl and come for me," with him towering over you, one hand gripping himself shamelessly through his pants while the other works your burning button just right, he's able to coax an orgasm out of you with just a simple command

"there it is, that's my girl," he's beaming proudly as you're finally given your release. the sight of you losing control under his simple touch and order is too much for him to handle; he comes right there in his jeans with a loud groan 😌

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts #886

Wally has some trouble figuring out why he’s been slower than normal. He thinks there’s a new speedster somewhere but it doesn’t feel like a new speedster. It feels more like a parasite. But a symbiotic one, that both benefits the speedforce and itself. He’s much more refreshed every day he wakes up and feels a strange sense of purpose now. He didn’t expect that parasite to be the mentee of the physical embodiment of time.

[tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar]

Lesson Learned

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Y/N Female Reader

Summary/Prompt: @eeddiyz asked:hey! So like basically you and Jj are at y/n house and y’all are doing work. Sitting next to each other “in separate chairs” and your mom calls you abt something so you step out. But when you come back, Jj as his feet on your chair. Y/n asked him where do I sit, and he eyes him lap so u sit on his lap!🥹I had a dream abt this I thought it was so cute❤️

Word Count: 886.

Warnings: None.

Note: Hello! Thank you so much for requesting! Don't be shy to share more of your dreams. I hope you enjoy reading!

Hearing another groan coming from behind you, you swirl your desk chair around to face your best friend. His right arm is still in a throwing midair motion.

“Stop wasting my paper, JJ.”

“Just one more!” You have lost count how many times he has said that, but he still swears he can bounce a paper roll up ball off your desk and make it land into your backpack. You have even thought of giving it a try, but your homework is from your first period and since JJ picks you up sometimes late, you need to finish it tonight.  

Another ball hits your ankle. “Your paper fucking sucks!”

“No, you’re just lazy.” From your floor, JJ sticks his tongue out as he wraps his arms around your pillow that he has been using as an arm rest. Secretly hoping his scent will stay on it long after he leaves and you go to bed, you watch him make another paper ball quietly. Your mind runs a mile as you follow his fingers. He licks his middle finger to fold the paper in half before crumbling it, and by the way he looks through his hair at you, both of you know that was unnecessary. But not unwanted….you do prefer for his finger to touch something else that you own, like maybe your-

“Y/N! Can you please help me with the groceries?” With your face burning, you scream back to whoever just screamed for you.  You barely hold the words themselves as you were pulled out of the thoughts you shouldn’t have about the person who’s not even two feet away and looking at you differently. “I’ll be there in a sec!”

As you walk to your door, JJ asks you, “Didn’t you guys just go to the store?”

Rolling your eyes, you tell him about how someone has started coming over more often with an empty stomach. He laughs and shrugs his shoulders. “Sounds like a fun person to hang out with.”

“Only when they do their homework with me instead of fooling around.”

“Is what I was doing what you think fooling around is? Oh, sweetheart. I have so much to teach you.”

“Like what? Basketball? I think you are the one in need of a teacher.” By his smirk, you know the crack in your voice was more noticeable than you thought.

“Damn, didn’t take you to have a teacher and student kink-“

“Nope! No! I need to go help!”

JJ is still laughing when you close your bedroom door.

When you reenter, you’re not that surprised to see him sitting in your chair. He always does shit like that. If you get up to use the bathroom at a bonfire, he will sit down to keep your spot warm. He will take a lot of room in the back of the van when it’s your turn to get picked up and he will just nob the space between his legs. You pinch his ankles until he kicks his legs away.

“Where am I supposed to sit?”

He looks at your bed that’s a pile of clothes, with a disappointed look. “If you cleaned before having a special quest over, you wouldn’t have found yourself in this pickle.”

You don’t point out the fact that he invited himself. Instead, he points at his lap with a goofy smile.

Fuck it.

He chokes on a laugh as you move around to get comfortable on his lap. “Didn’t think you would actually do it.”

Me too. “I know.” 

His arms wrap around you perfectly. He rests his chin on top of your shoulder like it’s not the first time or wants it to be the last. “Now you know what you have been missing out on.”

“I guess.”

“It doesn’t look like you’re dying from touching me, so I’m taking this as a good thing.”

“You have no idea.”

“What?” He leans more into your back to make eye contact; you can feel him all over as you tilt your head low enough to cover your face with your hair. “Y/N. Please.”

Isn’t it bad enough that he can probably hear how fast your heart is beating? Now he can feel how warm your face is from just cupping your chin upwards and towards him.

“If you’re uncomfortable,” you shake your head no. “Or don’t want this,” another head shake. “You will have to drag my ass out of this room or I’ll-“

“You’ll what?”

He kisses you. Slowly. Deeply, moving his hand from your chin to the side of your face. His rings feel so nice against your skin. You tug on his hoodie to pull him closer. He smiles against your lips.

“You can stay.”

“Oh, thank god.” He falls dramatically backwards, dipping you both lower. Your chair lets out a squeak or you do as you move upwards to hold onto him. “JJ, stop!”

“I don’t I want to now I know that makes you climb me like a tree.” Rolling your eyes, you pinch his hip.

“Ow! That fucking hurt! Why do you always pinch me?”

You dramatically fall against his chest. “I just can’t keep my fingers off of you.”

Feeling his inhale, breathe and mumble, “you tease,” you giggle.

“I think that’s the thing I learned from you, babe.”

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Prompt 6 - Scent

@jegulus-microfic March 6 Word count 886

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Regulus pulled his sleeve up to reveal the snake and skull tattoo wriggling sickly on his skin. 

“This has to be a coincidence. Right? He can’t possibly know.” Evan looked to Regulus. 

“I don’t know. We need to get to him fast, though.”

They raced out of the tunnel and up to Dumbledore’s office. Dumbledore had opened the floo network for them so they could get back to Rosier House after they had finished what they were doing. 

He appeared out of a side door and asked for a debrief. Evan and Barty shuffled uncomfortably. They hadn’t actually seen Dumbledore yet since they’d joined Regulus. 

“Evan, Barty and I have been summoned. We will have to debrief later.” Regulus told Dumbledore before stepping towards the fireplace. 

“We’ll stay.” James offered. 

“So will we,” Pandora said, stepping forward. “That way, I can tell those three what was said.” This was acceptable to all parties, so Regulus smiled sadly at his brother and kissed James quickly before he disappeared into the emerald flames.

They checked each over quickly, especially Regulus, as any sign of blood would be a dead giveaway. They arrived barely half an hour after they had been summoned. Regulus glanced around. They weren’t even the last ones to arrive. 

Evans's father came storming over when he spotted them.

“Why has it taken you so long to arrive? I have been asked where you were.” Regulus watched as Evan shrunk under his father’s glare. Barty’s jaw tensed as he held back what he wanted to say to Rosier Sr. There were very few people that Barty was careful around, and Evan’s father was one of them. 

“Sorry, Father, we were gathering potion supplies with Regulus, but it was in an anti-apparition charm on the area.”

“And it took you half an hour to get here?” Evan’s Father sneered. Regulus moved to Evan’s side. 

“Sorry, Mr Rosier, that was my fault. I travelled a bit further in than we had originally planned, and we got rather muddy in our search for the ingredients I required. So we returned to your beautiful home to make ourselves presentable before we arrived.” Mr Rosier smiled a sickly smile at Regulus and bowed his head slightly to him. 

“My apologies, Lord Black. If I had known Evan was with you, I would have said take all the time you need.”

“Thank you, Mr Rosier. Next time, we will endeavour to arrive in a more timely manner.” Regulus replied. 

The wolves arrived after that, making a lot of noise and disturbing the quiet chatter of the Death Eaters. Remus broke away from the others after asking permission from whichever wolf was in charge of them. 

Regulus heard one of them say. 

“Sure, Lupin, you can go play with your little friends, but remember, when we say come, you obey.” Remus had dipped his head in submission before he limped over to Regulus. 

Regulus looked him over. He was so bony. 

“Hi,” He smiled at them, happy to see them. Barty reached up and pulled a twig from Remus’s hair. 

“Is forest chic in this year, Lupin?” He asked with a snicker. Remus shook his head but chuckled. It turned into a hacking cough that alarmed Regulus. 

“That doesn’t sound good, Lupin.” All Regulus could think of was how worried Sirius would be when he told him if he told him. 

Remus sniffed the air, his nose crinkling, as he inhaled a scent. 

“Regulus, why do you smell like blood?” He leaned closer, sniffing at Regulus to confirm he was correct. 

“I don’t know what you’re on about Lupin.” He shot a worried stare at Evan and Barty. Remus came closer. 

“Are you hurt or something?” 

“Thestral.” That was all Regulus said, and Remus stepped out of Regulus’s space and stopped asking questions.

Voldemort walked in, followed closely by Bellatrix, Rodolphus and Lucius. The room fell silent as they waited for him to start talking. 

“Welcome, my dear friends.” He began, opening his arms wide in greeting. “I hope that you are all well. I have called you all here tonight to tell you we have dealt a devastating blow to the Order. We have destroyed multiple drop zones for much-needed supplies.” Bellatrix began cackling and dancing about. Regulus rolled his eyes, unable to restrain himself. “I have also been informed that Sirius Black is still alive and well and has been hiding like the coward he is.” Regulus felt Remus stiffen at his side, and the few people who knew about his relationship with Sirius turned to stare at him, including Voldemort. 

Remus looked around at the eyes fixed on him and spat on the floor. 

“Please, master, let me kill him. Let me kill Sirius Black.” Bellatrix crooned in her scraping voice. She flung herself at Voldemort’s feet. “Please, My Lord.” Voldemort looked down at her with a sneer.

“Patience Bella. I am sure you will get you’re chance at him.” 

All Regulus could think was that someone had mucked up. Someone had told the spy that Sirius was alive because they’d been so careful with keeping him out of sight. Sirius always hid under James’s invisibility cloak if he left the safe house. Which meant someone had let it slip that Sirius was alive. And Regulus thought he knew who.    

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[lilspacewolfie]

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This blog is 18+ as I write explicit material (unmarked fics are SFW gen/teen). Most of my work is on my Ao3.

Requests you can find both on Tumblr and Ao3. If you have a prompt for me, throw it into my ask box! But please read my writing request rules first! Requests: OPEN

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Main Devil!Terzo verse: Follows an AU in which Terzo is Lucifer incarnate, and his relationship development with Copia.

⛧ You Will Never Walk Alone (Devil!Terzo x Copia origin) (WIP 10+ chapters)

Semi-verse Related Oneshots: Some self-indulgent slice of life stuff for my main AU.

⛧ The Devil's Treasure (Ao3 only, 3.9k words, NSFW, MDNI, SMUT, soft dom devil!terzo, bathing/washing, praise kink, devil!terzo taking care of copia during a thunderstorm) E/18+

⛧ The Devil's Claim (Ao3 only, 5k words, NSFW, MDNI, SMUT, very low-stakes jealousy, angst & fluff, they work it out in the end) E/18+

⛧ The Devil's Whore (Ao3 only, 2.3k words, NSFW, MDNI, SMUT, playful flirting, desperation, a touch of voyeurism) E/18+

⛧ The Devil's Heart (Ao3 only, 2.9k words, NSFW, MDNI, SMUT, follow on from the devil's whore, praise kink, love-making, tenderness) E/18+

Ficlets:

⛧ Reassurences (also on Ao3, 498 words, Devil!Terzo x Copia, SFW from fluffy dialogue prompts, very short and sweet, seriously my teeth hurt, anxiety disorder, heavy on the tenderness, pillow talk)

⛧ Devil On Your Back (also on Ao3, 575 words, Devil!Terzo x Copia, NSFW, MDNI, SMUT, sexual content, soft and sweet, love-making, soft dom devil!terzo, body worship, handjobs, praise kink, copia is #stressed, lucifer gives him a hand and his dick) E/18+

Drabbles:

⛧The Devil's Kisses (1.1k words, Devil!Terzo x Copia, NSFW, MDNI, SMUT, from send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss, copia suffers from migraines, a lot of softness here, very soft and sweet, sexual content, playful flirting, teasing, oral, love-making, lots of forehead and temple kisses, truly those are my weakness, grief & loss of a pet at the end, minor death if that bothers you, but it's not described in detail) E/18+

Devilish Requests: Mainly featuring Devil!Terzo x Copia or Devil!Terzo x Omega.

⛧ Blinded (Ao3 only, 1.2k words, Devil!Terzo x Copia, NSFW, MDNI, SMUT, dom devil!terzo, light bondage, edging, blindfolds) E/18+

⛧ Let Me Hear You (Ao3 only, 886 words, Devil!Terzo x Copia, NSFW, MDNI, SMUT, soft dom, voice kink, handjobs) E/18+

⛧ After (Ao3 only, 740 words, Devil!Terzo x Copia, NSFW, MDNI, SMUT, aftercare, bodyworship, tenderness, subspace, follows on from Blinded, aftermath of smut) M

⛧ Stress Relief (Ao3 only, 997 words, Devil!Terzo x Copia, NSFW, MDNI, SMUT, rough oral, breathplay) E/18+

⛧ In The Quiet (Ao3 only, 944 words, Devil!Terzo x Copia, mild NSFW, MDNI, anxiety, tenderness, light angst, pillow talk) M

⛧ Devil In A Dress (Ao3 only, 1.5k words, Devil!Terzo x Omega, NSFW, MDNI, SMUT, dom/sub, rough oral, smut inspired by van's art) E/18+

Oneshots:

⛧ A Little Mercy (also on Ao3, 1.4k words, Terzo x Copia, NSFW, MDNI, SMUT, sexual content, soft dom terzo, body worship, light-bondage, oral, teasing, blindfolds, edging) E/18+

Drabbles:

⛧ Scars and Stretchmarks (1.5k words, Terzo x Copia, mild NSFW, MDNI, from send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss, soft dom terzo, very soft and sweet because I can't not make everything a little sweet, mild sexual content, teasing, stretchmarks, insecurities, guilt & grief, copia needs a hug, anxiety disorder, sort of a panic attack if that triggers you) M

Oneshots:

⛧ Failed Date (also on Ao3, 1.6k words, Cardinal Copia x gn!reader, SFW, very little description to keep it as gender-neutral as possible, soft copia, failed date, sweet ending, just all around very soft and fluffy)

Drabbles:

⛧ Papas Caring For Hospitalized Reader (also on Ao3, 2k words, Papas x gn!reader, SFW, bullet-pointed format, mentions of hospitals, needles (only mentioned), mention of general anaesthetic, angst, hurt/comfort, anxiety, lots of sweetness, you're getting pampered, no beta we die like nihil!)

Oneshots:

⛧ Genitive Mortis (Ao3 only, 1.5k words, SFW, stand-alone, female OC fic, contains blood, gore and descriptions of corpses, inspired by the fic Copper and Iron) M

⛧ Midnight Hours (Ao3 only, 2.9k words, Cowboy!Terzo x Cardinal Copia, NSFW, MDNI, SMUT, stand-alone, hurt/comfort, oral, body worship, scars & chronic pain, inspired by the fic Copper and Iron) E/18+

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[oleander-nin]

A/N, not important: Ahahaha, friendly reminder I'm really bad at action/fight scenes. I didn't mean to make it so short, it just... Idk, it's getting hard. Sorry, I just really didn't want it to be the cliché kiss on cheek you missed type story... Oh well. My writing's getting worse, and I'm sorry. I only have two more of the special to do, and then I'm home free. Uh, requests will probably be closed for a long time. Hate. I can't do it anymore. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: chasing, knives, getting attacked, mention of minor wounds

Words: 886

Prompt(s) requested: 18(A soft kiss) & 9("You missed.")

Summary: Donnie comes to your rescue

My footsteps thud against the ground as I run, my breathing erratic. I push past the people on the sidewalk, strangers shouting behind me. I ignore them all and keep my vision set on the ground in front of me. I glance up, scanning the rooftops around me. One head. Then eight. Twelve. 

I curse, running faster. The foot ninja continue to follow me, their black costumes a stark contrast to the twilight background of the sky. I turn down an alley, skidding across the ground. My calves burned and my lungs ached. I glance up again, my eyes meeting one of the ninjas.

I keep running.

Stupid foot clan with their stupid vendetta against the turtles. I couldn’t help but feel a bit bitter it was me they were going after, I had only just started training. 

I grit my teeth as I stumble over a crack in the sidewalk, my arms flailing as I attempt to gain my balance. I turn to keep myself steady, my eyes widening as a chain flies by my head. I freeze for a second. That could have killed me. My mind kicks on high alert as another pair of raid footsteps sounds behind me, and I dash off once more.

I bring my wrist to my mouth, clicking on the communicator Donatello gave me. "Hey, not to rush you love, but they are now trying to KILL ME!"

I dodge a thrown knife as I hear the communicator buzz for a moment before Donnie's voice sounds through. "Keep running. I'm almost there, I promise. Please, I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Donnie! I don't mean to rush you, but faster!" I shout into the mic. I glance up, barely dodging the wall in front of me. I veer to the side, panting. I slip into another open alley in an attempt to lose them, muttering curses under my breath. Another chain flies by my head and wraps around the dumpster handle it attached to on impact. I look up at the rooftops, laughing despite my situation.

“Hah, you missed!” I continue to gloat to myself for another moment as I run. Maybe I wasn’t too bad at this after all. The world stops for a moment as I feel a hard surface wrap around my legs, bringing me to the floor. I use my arms to brace my fall, skinning my palms, legs, and arms as I crash. My chest hits the floor, all air escaping my lungs as I sit there for a moment. My mind spun and my eyes water from the impact.

Everything around me is spinning as I try to regain awareness. Footsteps and sounds of fighting sound around me and the world slowly moves back into clarity. I blink, trying to stand up but fall back down when I can’t move my legs. I turn over, scanning the chain wrapped around my lower body before scrambling to get it off, not paying attention to my surroundings.

A loud thud sounds in front of me and I look up, my jaw hanging. One of the foot ninjas was laying face down on the pavement in front of me, having just fallen off the roof above. Donnie soon jumps down as well, landing on the soldier before they pop, paper confetti floating through the air. Donnie looks down at the ground for a moment, a look of small surprise on his face. “Huh, didn’t realize that one was paper.” 

I slide the rest of the chain off, standing up as Donnie walks forward, his Bō staff retired to its holder on his battle shell. Donnie pulls me into a tight hug, his muscles tense as he holds me against his plastron. “I apologize for not arriving sooner, I came as fast as I could.”

I sigh, leaning into Donnie. “You came at just the right time, thank you.”

Donnie holds me against him for a moment, rocking us back and forth. I let him, just leaning onto him as I try to calm my racing heart. The adrenaline slowly drains from my body as I relax, Donnie’s hold making me feel safe. His muscles were still tense, his own paranoia and worry yet to subside. It was understandable. One second later and I would’ve been caught.

“You got hurt.”

I look up at Donnie before glancing down, the skin of my arms and legs raw from my crash down to the concrete. They didn’t hurt much now, but they would definitely be bruised later. It wasn’t too bad considering how everything could have gone. “I’m fine, Dee. It’s just a few scrapes.”

Donnie shakes his head, tsking his tongue at me. “Absolutely not. I’m taking you back to the lair to get you patched up. I’m not leaving you like this.”

I look down at my injuries again, shrugging. It would make Donnie feel better, plus, letting him play doctor was funny. I was a bit worried about tracking through the sewers with semi-open wounds, but it would be fine. Probably. “Sure. That sounds good.”

Donnie kisses my temple before gently grabbing my wrist, leading me towards the nearest sewer opening. I trail behind, listening contently as he babbles on about different inventions and such. Despite everything, today was turning out pretty fine.

[thosehallowedhalls]

Until the Stars Fall from the Sky

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow

Pairing: Tyril x Raine (f!human!MC)

Rating: Teen

Word count: 886

Summary: Even Tyril finds himself at a loss for words sometimes. Expanded version of the diamond scene in book 2, chapter 2.

A/N: Submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge (prompt: flowers), and @choicesflashfics (prompt: my life would be empty without you in it). @choicesficwriterscreations

Raine snuggles up against Tyril, soaking up his presence as they lie together in the forest. The mingled scents of damp earth, greenery, and flowers waft up sweet and heady through the air, making her heart ache with the beauty of it.

Strictly speaking, though, this moment has no business being perfect. The ground is damp, she can hear what’s most likely mice scurrying through the bushes, and she’s pretty sure that the tickling in her right leg is ants. And yet.

This is Tyril.

Being back in his arms tilts the balance to the side of perfect so thoroughly that all inconveniences barely register. She rests a hand on his chest, feeling the comforting thump of his heartbeat under her palm. She has no recollection of the last year, but she knows that somehow, even in her state of unconsciousness, she missed him.

She isn’t surprised when the arm around her tightens its hold every couple of minutes. She wants to hold onto him with all her might, too. But she tries to reassure him anyway.

“I’m right here, Tyril. I’m not going anywhere.”

He exhales. “I can’t help it. Part of me still believes I must be dreaming.”

“Have you dreamed of this? Since I left?”

“Every day, in all my sleeping and waking moments.”

“I hope reality lives up to it.”

He trails his fingers down her cheek. “The reality of you is always better than dreams.”

She will never get used to the way he talks, like she’s the most precious thing in his life. The way he looks at her, like she truly is his dream. Sometimes she wishes she could speak like he does, words turning so seamlessly into poetry. But she can show him how she feels in other ways.

“Tell me, what did you do this year? Kade only knew the basics.”

“I spent the vast majority of my time seeking a way to get you back.”

“Oh, Tyril.”

“I scoured through libraries, archives, and private collections. I believed that the answer must be in Undermount, so I rarely left the city.”

“Didn’t you spend time with your family?”

“To an extent, yes. Although my primary focus was my research, I endeavored to assist Adrina with the restoration of House Starfury.”

“How is that working out?”

“Better than I could have expected. My sister is extraordinarily clever.”

“She takes after her big brother, I take it?”

“I believe her gifts are all her own.” His smile fades. “But all the successes, the repaired alliances, the regained status… It all rang hollow. Because you were gone.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he says fiercely. “I’m the one who failed you. “

“You did no such thing.”

“I did. I didn’t protect you.”

“Tyril, there is nothing anyone could have done.”

“I prided myself on being resourceful. I should have found my way to you.”

“There was no way. There’s a reason Valax needed me. Realm walkers are rare.” In an attempt to lighten the mood, she flutters her lashes. “One of a kind, even.”

His lips twitch. It’s not quite a smile, but she feels the triumph of it all the same. “You were one of a kind before you became a realm walker.”

“My ego would be lost without you.”

“I was lost without you.”

“Tyril…”

“It’s the truth.” Levity forgotten, he raises himself up on an elbow and gazes into her eyes. “Before, I used to think my life would be empty without you in it. Once you were taken, I knew it to be true.”

She laces her fingers through his, a silent reassurance.

“Being without you, Raine… It felt like all the sunshine had left my world.” When his voice breaks, her heart does the same.

“I’m right here, Tyril.” She kisses his mouth, his jaw, his cheeks. “You have me.”

When his hand cups the back of her neck, bringing her mouth back to his, she follows eagerly. Her hands come up, fingers digging into his shoulders as she breathes in the scent of him. Parchment, ink, and just a hint of smoke. “Gods, I’ve missed you. I know it doesn’t make sense,” she says when his brow furrows. “But I missed you so much.”

He whispers a few words, and suddenly, there’s a small bouquet of pink flowers in his hand. “For you.”

“Showoff.” Laughing, she slides off his body and back to the ground. “They’re beautiful. What do they mean? Don’t give me that look. You wouldn’t give me random flowers. There’s a meaning to them.”

He brushes his lips against hers. “Indeed. Pink camellias signify longing. Most particularly during someone’s absence.”

“Is that your way of saying you missed me too?”

“More than words can convey.”

She swallows past the knot in her throat and lays her head on the crook of his shoulder. “Coming from you, that’s saying something.”

“It appears even I can be at a loss for words.”

“I love your words, but… I don’t need them. You know that, right? All I need is you.”

He tightens his hold on her again. “You have me. Until the last star falls from the sky and beyond.”

They don’t speak after that. They don’t need to.

They both know they’re exactly where they’re meant to be.

[hartsvale]

kinktober day 5 : mage hand. volotramp’s bg3 kinktober prompts. character : gale dekarios. rating : explicit. words : 886.

Tendrils of effervescent blue light swirled into every corner of the (meticulously secured) tent.

Inside, the flickering light of the campfire could not reach him. The walls of his shelter were thick enough to blot out most of the sound, as well, though occasionally, he heard Karlach cackle in the distance or the keen scrape of Lae’zel’s blade grinding against her sharpening stone. Each of them were sounds he’d grown used to over the weeks of travel, but still, knowing that he was not truly alone made the fantasy of being so impossible. Gale shifted against the rolled pillow and stack of cushions, lifting his hips for a moment before allowing them to drift back down into a more comfortable position. He sighed. How many times had he sighed in the past hour? How many times had he considered giving up on his efforts rather than pushing himself to persevere?

But he’d managed. Every time he considered relenting and going to sleep, a thought tickled the back of his mind or a memory tightened its grip around him.

Speaking of a tightening grip…

He whispered an addition to his spell.

Swallowing down hard on the drool pooling in his mouth, Gale spread his thighs farther apart, angling his body so that the gleaming mage hand might have better access to him. There was nothing quite like being opened up by a figment of the weave, his hole gently prised apart by a desperate whisper and his talent in magic. He curled his own hand tighter around his cock, his grip faltering as his palm slid easily over the skin slick with seed. A groan caught in his throat, and when it did, Gale glanced towards the knots anchoring the tent’s door to the ground. Twin taut-line hitches stared back at him, unmoving, as secure as they’d been from the first. He did not make a mistake with knots.

Still, he worried…

His heel caught on the rug stretched out beneath him as he fought to lift his hips, to take more of the magical digits pushing eagerly into him. Pleasure burned at every inch of him. His fingertips tingled as he gripped himself. He used his other hand on his soft chest, pinching, pulling, digging at a nipple to push that pleasure farther. 

More, more, more – he hungered for more. “Deeper,” he whispered, his fraying mind failing to find the proper word to usher the mage hand farther. “Deeper,” he insisted, squirming fitfully on his back in a pool of his own robes. They caught under his elbow as he lifted himself up, arm sliding out from under him as he pivoted onto his knees. The glowing mage hand moved with him effortlessly, lifting the fabric of his robes from the backs of his furry thighs. “Gods, I. What is the bloody word? Is it al  – altius, altius, altius.”

The mage hand pushed deeper, as requested, and Gale squeezed the head of his cock to stop himself from finishing right there. Not even the tightest grip could keep him from dribbling down onto the rug.

“... No,” he whined, dejected, thinking for a moment of nothing but cleaning seed off of his beautiful rug.

And then, the mage hand curled its fingers as deep as they could go, hooking into him and pushing his hips forward, not unlike being fucked –

Gale whimpered into the crook of his arm. 

“There. Theretherethere.”

The mage hand did not tire. Its wrist did not catch. Its forearm did not ache. It pushed inside of him over and over again, following each instruction that he’d given it. Faster. Harder. Deeper. In his newfound position, Gale could not maintain neither the grip he had before nor the momentum. His hand fell away from his aching cock, just as the other fell away from his chest, stretching up to give his face something solid to bury his sounds into.

His body swayed backwards to meet the eager little hand, and as his orgasm swiftly approached, all he could do was grip at the arms of his robe and squeeze his eyes shut, riding out the persistent push and pull of the two fingers he’d given himself.

As he neared his end, his breathing quickened as much as thinned. He was left panting, clawing at silk and furrowing his brow, his heavy cock swinging down between his thighs with every thrust.

And then, with a muffled cry, it was over. 

He bucked forward, an arch forced into his back as he came, spilling no small amount of cum over the rub he’d been mourning only moments prior. A simple prestidigitation would save the intricate loomwork, but seeing it in such a state sobered him up more quickly than he would have liked.

Not nearly as quickly as dropping down onto his belly.

He was Gale of Waterdeep, a mage of no small renown and a hero of the same, and he’d been laid low by his own magic. Someone with half the libido might have been twice as embarrassed, but all he was was tuckered out, even if it meant laying still in a puddle of his own –

Gale groaned, and the glow of the mage hand became the orange flickering of the campfire.

He might have humbled himself, but at least he was well-fucked.

[mikathemonster]

Hi! Could you please write a dialogue prompt 4 with Thranduil? Thanks!

“the interrogation”

author’s note: of course! this prompt seems very canon as something the elf king himself would say, so i’m excited to dive into this for you <3 I'm gonna stray a little further from my normal way of writing Y/N by making them a person who somehow woke up in their favorite book, “The Hobbit”!

Pairing: Thranduil / Gender-Neutral Human Reader

Word Count: 886

summary: after waking up in the world of your comfort book, you find yourself in the midst of a terrifying power: the Elvenking.

content warnings: I mixed the lore of the book and the movies together for this

DO NOT REPOST OR COPY. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

Anxiety rushed through your body as your heart seemed to be leaping out of your chest with each beat. You were being led through the twists and turns of some sort of extravagant castle as two elven guards held you firmly by the arms. Where they were taking you, you weren’t sure. A tiny voice in the back off your head wondered if you were dreaming, but the pain from the guards’ grips was more than enough to reassure you that this was your new reality.

How you had come to find yourself in this new world was beyond the comprehension of your mind. The last thing you remembered was being curled up on your soft, worn-down couch while reading your favorite book, "The Hobbit". It was a tale you knew well, as you had read it countless times when in need of a pick-me-up. You hadn't seen all of the movies yet, as you usually fell asleep halfway through the second one, but the book was usually enough to satiate you. It had been another cozy night of reading when you had fallen asleep in the middle of the chapter "Flies and Spiders", and the next thing you knew, you had awoken in some sort of woodland realm!

Oh, how you desperately wished you could return to your cozy couch and your soft blankets, but it seemed those pleasantries were far away from you now, and incredibly out of reach. 

More twists and turns led you to a wide room, all entirely made of tree branches and wood. In the center lied a magnificent throne of ancient antlers, its steps leading down to the space you now occupied. A cold, regal voice cut through your thoughts, and suddenly your eyes shot up to look at the person before you.

"First you have me deal with lowly dwarves, and now there's another? Who are you?" He sat proudly on his throne, and you found yourself speechless at his beauty. His long hair draped over his shoulders delicately as you met his cold gaze. He was like a star, cold and distant and icy. You couldn't believe the sight before you. Slowly, things started connecting in your mind. Dwarves, elven guards, oh no.

This was Thranduil, the Elvenking of Mirkwood. And your very life had now been placed in his beautiful hands.

"We found this one an hour ago, reports say they simply appeared in a cloud of smoke before the gates," one of the guards said, and the king's brow tensed. He wasn't happy.

"Some dark magic, then?" He stood, slowly descending the stairs as he approached you. "And yet, you come without weapons or anything other than the clothes on your back. Tell me, who are you?"

"Y/N," you said, finally finding your words. "And you must be Thranduil, King of the elves.” You spoke carefully, treading lightly with your words.

“So you know who I am,” he said. “Good, then you must know of my intolerance for outsiders. Speak quickly of your intentions and perhaps I’ll do you the mercy of imprisoning you.”

“Prison?” You said, eyes wide. Oh no, you couldn’t imagine living the rest of your life in the prisons of Mirkwood.

“I’d speak quickly if I were you,” he warned. “You’re losing my interest, and that is very dangerous.”

You searched your brain for the words to speak, now panicking. “I came here from another realm!” You said, trying to re-iterate your predicament in a fashion that suggested you were much more wise than you found yourself to be. After all, you knew this story like the back of your hand, and it was the only leverage you seemed to have right now. “Another realm filled with scrolls, and I am the reader of those scrolls.”

“What scrolls do you speak of?” He raised his brow, leaning closer.

“Scrolls of the histories of this land. I know the past, I’ve read the present, and I’ve seen the future!” You had no idea where you were going with this; at the very least, you were trying to save the skin on your back. And you were hoping to god that your favorite author’s tomes could help you.

“Such as? Prove to me you’re not some petty liar.”

“You’ve imprisoned Thorin Oakenshield and his company for his refusal to pay you back that which was rightfully yours!” Please believe me, you thought. “He aims to reclaim the Lonely Mountain and defeat the dragon that lies in its depths.”

“So you’re a liar and a spy. Guards, take them away.”

“No, please!” You cried out desperately. “The gems, they were for your wife! The White Gems of Lasgalen!”

The king froze in his place as he returned to his throne. Finally, you thought. Surely you had him now! He raised a pale hand that was decorated with rings, his voice cutting through you as he issued out another order.

“Guards, unhand them.” He said, turning around to face you as he approached. You swallowed hard, your heart thrumming in your chest as everything seemed so unknown right now. Time seemed to freeze as you fell to your knees, your limbs now free.

“It seems that you would know more than I would like,” he chirped. “So enlighten me, Y/N. What else do you know?”

[quotidian-oblivion]

Fic Stats Game

Got tagged by @uncertainwallflower for this game and THANKS SO MUCH!!

Rules: Give us links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most bookmarks, fourth most comments, fifth most words, and fic with the least amount of words.

Most hits

My School’s Local Mafia Boss

I think the title really explains it all? But anyway:

Jason knew that attending a rich ass school was going to be the toughest and most mind-grating thing ever. His beliefs were confirmed when he got cornered by bullies on his first day. The only thing he was surprised about was that it took them so long to find the school's new street rat. Just as he's about to be punched, a fucking 10 year old (he's actually 12) steps in and... starts threatening the bullies? And they actually listen?? What the fuck???

And that isn't the only surprise that's waiting for him.

Yep, knew it would be this one. I'm so proud of it

Second most kudos

Sometimes You Have To Find Your Own Genes

Timothy Jackson Drake just wants peace. So far, it’s going well with his time as Robin and hanging out with Batman and Nightwing while the occasional messy, violent visits from his parents. But when a certain someone comes back from the dead and reveals the secret he was honing and hiding for most of his life... well, it basically all goes to shit.

The multichap fics have the most stats cuz... they're multichaps. They appear in the filters more often

Third most bookmarks

Phone Alarms

"Just imagine Jason recording Batman angrily yelling "Nightwing!" then setting it as the sound of Dick's phone alarm so in the next morning when it goes off he flips the fuck out"

Saw the prompt on Pinterest. Wrote this in one setting.

I'm actually really proud of this one, might reread it

Fourth most comments

Can You Deduce Where I Am Now?

As soon as he woke up after coming back from Titans Tower, the second Dick and Bruce stepped into the room, Tim had eagerly told them that Jason was alive and that he was Red Hood! They didn’t believe him, blaming it on lack of sleep and the haze being shot brought, but Tim was sure he saw Jason. Older, bigger, with a white streak in his fringe, but still Jason.

OR

Tim goes out to find Jason to bring his big brother back home. Jason... Jason has other matters to ponder on before deciding to come back.

I love this fic!! I went through like three or four different plots before writing it right before posting it (i write everything before posting). And then Cyg came in and beta-ed it so that was fun!

Fifth most words

Let Them Be Siblings

After the Waynes burst through his door and whisk him away from his parents and their harsh belting, their plane blows up, leaving Tim an orphan. Living in the manor is getting a little suffocating because no one seems to understand that he still loves his parents. They expect him to just “get over” his grief and—

Tim can’t stay anymore. So he runs away. And meets two very interesting people.

Least words

Regarding The Workings Of A Zoo

Damian collecting a series of increasingly non-domesticated animals and naming them after his siblings.

A drabble for 105 subscribers on ao3 and 100 followers on Tumblr!

This is 886 words i cant write small stuff, i keep blabbering

No pressure at all tags: @sardonic-sprite @tristicorde @wakkoroni @foursixtwonineoh-pieces-of-lego

[withacapitalp]

Hidden Gem Friday

Hi guys!!! Okay so today is the first Hidden Gem Friday!!! I'm super pumped to be able to do this, I think it's gonna be so much fun. I have like 30 prompts already, so I'm going to try and do a little bit of a variety in these? Anyways!! I'm super psyched about this and I hope you guys leave comments for these writers when you read their stuff!!! Also let the writer know how you found them bc I always wonder when I get a random uptick in hits/comments/kudos! Anyways here's the actual rec list

Shoot by alligator_writes recced by me written by @riality-check! 1.2k words (Complete)- Jancy

Summary:

Jonathan shoots to capture. Nancy shoots to kill.  OR A character study of the two of them and their relationship.

My Thoughts:

WOW Honestly that's my thought with everything Ria writes, but this one is so overlooked!!! It's so short but every word packs an incredibly punch and it's the epitome of quality over quantity. The characterization is perfect, the parallels are so well written. Ah I just love this one

always surprised by what i do for love by birthdaycandles recced by @andrea-csenge 6.3k words (Complete)- Gen

Summary:

“He’s dressed like Steve.” Dustin says plainly, monotone in that way he gets when he’s genuinely upset and not just worked up for show. “Why?” Mike is asking because he still hasn’t processed the ugly fact of the matter, reasonably so considering how bizarre it is to witness someone be so braindead in public, but Lucas would like an answer that addresses the other type of why. Like, why is Conner Marrigan such a fucking asshole? “Clearly, uh, Marrigan wanted to have a costume no one else would think of.” Eddie chimes in. For once he sounds almost nervous, though Lucas has no idea why. “I figured I’d let you know, considering your allegiance to Harrington and also the general fact that it’s a pretty fucked up thing to do.”

My thoughts:

I love this one so much!!!! It's really well written first of all, and secondly the characterization of Lucas here is so unique!! This is my kind of Lucas, and the thought behind the premise is really interesting. Plus the Jason here is accurate to real Jason and I like that a lot (So many people just make irredeemable monster Jason when like before he went cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs he was just your regular small town jock asshole)

It has been a beautiful fight. (it still is.) by througheden aka the amazing @thefreakandthehair !!!!! Recced by Lex technically, but also by me bc wowwww 3.3k words (Complete) - Steddie

Summary:

Steve wasn’t sure how the fuck he ended up at The Hideout on a Tuesday night.  Okay, that wasn’t true— Eddie invited him, he was loath to admit that he was still harboring an unexpected and ill-fated crush, and he’d agreed to go before his brain could catch up with his mouth. That's how he ended up at The Hideout on a Tuesday night.

My thoughts

Augh I just love the way you write. Something about it is so flowy, like a river or a silk dress. Anyways this is such a sweet little one shot, I always get so eeeeeee over a first kiss, and this was perfect!!!! I have a v similar idea for a story ending that is taking place soon, so great minds lolol but yes amazing show stopping wonderful etc. etc.

Words caught in my throat (who talks first?) by fragilecapric0rn recced by @flashyysins 12.2k (Complete)- Steddie

Summary:

Steve and Eddie get snowed in together. Emotional constipation and all the things left unsaid are also in attendance.

My Thoughts:

Okay so I said to myself I would put at least one WIP on this, but then I just read this one and Was going to skim it, but I literally couldn't put it down. It's so fucking good and I got choked up more than once I loved all the characterizations they felt so in synch. There are some spicy bits in this so fair warning, but there's also dad hopper and Wayne and stobin soulmate moments and just AUGH this is amazing it really honestly Is everyone should go read this and the fact that it only has 886 hits is a fucking travesty. I could easily see this as one of the seminal steddie fics tbh.

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts Masterlist #851-900

851. Lead Acetate Ectoplasm 852. Spectra John Constantine's Ex 853. Spectra Secretary of Ra's 854. tiddies 855. Lancer Long Lost Friend of Constantine 856. Steph/Cass/Dani Propoganda 857. Paulina/Damian. Mentor to Lovers 858. Jason/Jazz/Roy ;) 859. Dash/Bart Jogging 860. Kwan/Clark Office 861. Tucker Speed Talks 862. Kwan/Clark Mailman 863. Dani/Kara Alien 864. Duke/Danny Eldritch <3 865. Danny/Dick/Wally Racing 866. Jazz/Cass Therapist AU 867. Soft Jason/Lancer Downtime 868. Ghost Platypus Danny 869. Danny Construction Worker 870. Dash Construction Worker 871. Paulina Pharmacist 872. Tour Guide Danny 873. Danny & Kyle College Roommates 874. Danny Air Force Pilot 875. Danny Air Force GL Hal 876. Cass Eldritch AU 877. Danny Arkham Secretary 878. Clark Danny Coffee Shop AU 879. Kon-El Saves Tucker 880. Danny Arkham Receptionist 881. Dan Hired at Daily Planet 882. Guy Trains Jazz 883. Kyle Trains Jazz 884. Tucker is GL 885. Zombie Danny AU 886. Speedforce Parasite 887. Fenton Adopts Billy 888. Captain Marvel Skulker 889. Dan/Jimmy 890. Sam Band AU 891. Lord Death Man 892. Jazz Becomes Politician 893. Lawyer Tucker AU 894. Dani Art Museum Tour Guide 895. Batman White Knight 896. Jack is Hourman 897. Ric Grayson GIW 898. Wes Mistaken for Wally 899. Fenton GL Constructs 900. Jason Jailed by Walker

[soleilnomoon]

Hellooo!! 🥰🍎

I would like to request a scenario if you don't mind! 💚

It's for Shanks,

with a fem s/o,

and with the prompt: "We are stuck in a tight room, a VERY tight room and we can’t get out and I can't breathe properly.. but HEY! I get have my face smashed into her boobs! :D" thinks Shanks as if they weren't in an established relationship for about 2 years now...

Man is just so whipped for his s/o ;-;

Feel free to ignore the request if you don't feel like it! 💚

And Thank you so much if you do it! Have fun! And stay safe! 💚💚

hihi (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡ i love shanks so much so thank you for requesting this, i had fun writing <3 he's so damn silly sometimes lmao

886 words, fem reader, suggestive but more or less sfw, 18+ mdni, established relationship, alcohol mention; shanks is a menace even when drunk, but that's why we love him right

patience is not your strong suit, but it’s patience that you muster — pull it from the deepest part of your heart, holding it tightly in your hand, hoping it will permeate through your skin faster and make the situation at hand easier to manage. another party raging on the main deck of the ship, music blasting loud enough that you’re sure it can be heard across the sea, drinks everywhere, food everywhere; you doubt there’s a sober person on deck at this moment. including yourself, but especially including that mischievous captain of yours.

it’s his fault that you’re in this predicament, and you tell him so — four times at that.

“don’t be like that, doll,” he says cheekily, his eyes reflecting something not even remotely close to apologetic; if anything, he seems happy. “i said i was sorry, didn’t i?” he didn’t, but he semantics, right? 

your lips are pursed and you shove at his chest weakly, his chuckles coasting along your skin, his breath coming out in warm, shallow pants, a flush on his cheeks — most likely from the sake. typical. you’re not in much better shape, your head hurting after you downed one too many shots of vodka. you don’t know why you let yasopp challenge you to a drinking contest, but you’re just too stubborn to back off.

“you’re not sorry, that’s the problem,” you huff, cheeks puffing out to denote your frustration as you blow out a small stream of air. “but that’s okay,” you pat his chest lovingly, “i forgive you. i knew i’d end up somewhere like this today.” it’s inevitable. dating shanks is an adventure every hour of the day, but you never actually imagined you’d get locked in a broom closet with him. the rich, spiced smell of cinnamon and sandalwood waft around, the scent hovering and making you lightheaded; you can never stay mad at him, not when his cologne makes you crave him even more now.

“how can i make it up to you?” his question is absurd; the way to make things better is to find a damn way out of the closet, but you’re not coordinated enough to do any of that, so all you do is lean back against the wall and close your eyes. maybe if you just don’t move, you’ll magically find yourself on the other side of that door. he thinks it’s funny, the way you keep insisting on keeping up the facade, how he knows you’re not really mad at him — but that doesn’t stop him from teasing you all over again.

“what will your despicable boyfriend think if he sees us like this,” his lips ghost along your cheek, and you groan softly and try not to laugh.

“you’re so annoying.” 

he takes it as a compliment, even says so when he places a tender kiss on your jaw before trailing more kisses down the length of your throat.

“shanks, it’s too hot,” you whine, skin burning — from the alcohol, the close proximity, or maybe him, you’re not sure right now — thighs pressed together, hands grabbing onto him as his mouth continues tormenting you in the best way possible.

“so?” he doesn’t see the issue, and thinks that this is the best solution to all of your worries. “nothing we can do about that.” 

you want to point out that maybe giving one another a little bit of space might help with the temperature, but you know that’s impossible; neither of you can stay away from the other for too long. it comes with the territory of dating, apparently. you let out a startled yelp when he bites you, his tongue running along the mark he left behind — a dog itching to play with his favorite toy.

instead of chastising him like you intend to, you pull him in for a proper kiss, your lips parting as he slants his against yours, the heat of your bodies fogging up the logical part of your brain, turning your insides into mush. with your hands in his hair, you thrust your tongue into his mouth, kisses turning heated and urgent, his soft hum of approval raising the hair on your arms as goosebumps pop up along your skin. he kisses you until he runs out of air, and then presses his forehead against yours, his grip on your hip is firm enough to hold you steady.

there are many things about him that are obnoxious, but just as well, there are many things about him that you absolutely adore — the gentle way he presses his lips against your cheeks, the way he wraps an arm around your waist and hugs you closer, as if you’re someone he can never live without. it makes your heart full, so of course you forgive him — over and over, and smile at his persistence. you might as well throw him a bone for all the hard work he’s put in.

“well,” you say, licking your lips as you look up at him, “since we don’t know when we’ll get out of here…we might as well make the best of it.” from the look he gives you, you know you’ll regret it later on; it’ll be worth it, though, especially since you won’t be interrupted for some time — or, you hope you won’t be, anyway.

[seaside-writings]

Prompt #886

"You always did love magic tricks,"

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

1. capturing the sun

A/N: Hello everyone!! I bring to you my very first demon slayer fic!! I've been in the kny fandom for awhile with many fic ideas coming to mind, but this is the first time I've actually written it out. This is also the first story for Inotan Week!! I hosted my own list of prompts for this year, you can find the post here!! I really hope you enjoy this story, I have a lot of plans for this AU, tbh, so I can't wait to write it all out. This is actually a bit shorter than my usual chapters, but it felt right to end it where I did and the other chapters will definitely be longer!! Happy reading!!

Inspiration Post

Pairings: N/A (The romance hasn't started yet, lmao)

Prompt: Day 1 - Fantasy

Summary: The King of Kirauai receives an unexpected visit.

Tag(s): Angst, death threats, death, kingdom customs(?)

Word Count: 886

Song Inspiration: N/A (Me? :0 Not using a song lyric for a title? :0)

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7]

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King Inosuke, ruler of Kirauai. Also known as “King of the Mountains” or “the Boar King”. A fearsome, ruthless man who took his place upon the throne by force. He’s cruel, cold, he laughs at the pain of others and he’s never apologized a day in his life. That is the reputation he must uphold. Because without such a reputation, no one takes him seriously.

And so, when the Sun Warrior, Kamado Tanjiro, throws open the doors to his throne room and rushes across the royal blue carpet leading right to him, he keeps his face neutral and unsurprised. In truth, he really wasn’t surprised. He was well aware that Tanjiro had been making his way to him. The trail of destruction and bodies he left in his wake was difficult to miss. So many of the King’s Boar Knights lost due to this red-haired man who wields the power of the sun. All of the death left the King sick to his stomach, but so did the thought of destroying the man storming towards him.

Not surprised to see him here, no, but extremely saddened instead. He had been hoping that he’d never have to actually look Kamado Tanjiro directly in the face, but it appears his wishes did not come true. Sighing internally, he narrows his eyes as he looks down at the man intruding in his place. He gives his guards a wave of his hand, telling them to hold off. He’d like to hear what the Warrior has to say.

“Kamado Tanjiro.” King Inosuke calls out, his deep voice echoing throughout the large room. “I was wondering when we’d officially meet.” He says calmly.

“Inosuke Hashibira!!” The Warrior shouts, a fierce, determined expression on his face. “I have come here to kill you!!”

The King can’t help the laughter that bursts from his lips, his amusement surprising himself. “You? Kill me?” He questions, his words filled with a level of arrogance that people never believe he was actually born with. “What makes you so sure you could do such a thing?”

Anger starts to bleed through into the Warrior’s expression. “I refuse to accept anything less. I’ll kill you if it’s the last thing I do.” The redhead grits out, his arm extending out in front of him in order to point his sword at the King sitting upon his throne.

King Inosuke’s face falls into a cold mask, his voice completely monotone. “Do you truly think that killing me is going to do good for this country? That you’re going to help the people by getting rid of me?”

"Don’t you realize what you’ve done!?” The Warrior exclaims, expression filled with rage, the flame mark on his forehead flaring. “How far you’ve gone!?” His grip on his sword visibly tightens, but it’s also clear that he’s shaking. “How many people have died to achieve this world domination of yours!?" Tears prick at the man’s eyes and the King tries to shake off the quivering of his limbs at such a question. At the reminder.

"769.” He states simply, without hesitation.

"...What?" The man before him falters slightly, though he tries to hide it.

"769 people died to achieve my plans. I counted them, and had each of their names etched on my throne so I never forget what my victory cost the world.” The black-haired man explains. “Now tell me, how many have you killed to see me dead?" He demands.

Tanjiro falters at his words. "I didn't..." He shakes his head, the fierce look in his eyes returning. "The only ones I killed were your men!! Those who were already killing others!!"

King Inosuke, leans forward atop his hand-carved throne, expression unreadable. "Yes, and I'm asking you. How many have you killed, Monjiro?"

For a few minutes, there's nothing but silence. Neither of them move from their positions and it's only the King who can see all the emotions flickering across the Warrior's face. Only the King knows how spooked the man before him is.

"I-I-" With a stuttered gasp, the sword slips from his hands, clattering to the marble floor.

"How many have you killed?" The question whispers through his mind on repeat.

Another gasp and he falls to his knees, chest heaving. "I-I don't-" He clutches his chest, to rip his heart out or attempt to calm it down, no one is certain. "How many have I- What have I- What-I-"

Nothing coherent falls from his lips, as if the man is unable to truly process the question he's been asked. The King watches him with a frown and hard eyes, though if anyone looked closely enough, they would see the shine of tears. But no one realizes their King is on the verge of weeping. He's too far away from them, and none of them dare to get closer.

King Inosuke nods to his guards hovering behind Tanjiro and they immediately grab him under his arms and start dragging him away. The Warrior never even registers what's happening to him, too far into his own head to realize that his body has been captured. The King didn’t realize how easy it would be to break him. He finds himself questioning if doing it was actually a good thing or not long into the rest of the day.

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A/N: What do you all think?? This AU is quite interesting and I LOVE fantasy settings like this, so I'm super excited. One thing, Kirauai, the name of their country/continent, is meant to be pronounced as "Keer-uh-way". But anyways, please, tell me what you think!! Feedback from my readers is always so important to me!!

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