#might fuck around and captive prince to the list

[rosyandraw]

Speaking of Damen’s POV. I’ve always wondered what Damen was thinking in Chapter 5 when he just got back from secretly rescuing Auguste and Laurent ask him whether he wanted to fuck him. Idk because the way you wrote it seemed so ominous.

Did Damen ever suspect that Laurent was ever groomed at all? Because I think it’s evident that Laurent portrays obvious signs of unhealthy experience like how he assumes that every favour should be repayed with sex etc.

Would love to know more on Damen’s introspection of Laurent. And ngl for someone as protective as Damen, I’m surprised that Damen didn’t take action on Bastian sooner. Like just beat him up already djdghshs

Okay this might get long so I’m very sorry! And I’ll put it under a cut because it could potentially be upsetting or triggering and I don’t want anyone to accidentally see it.

Damen’s awareness of Laurent’s abuse in canon and how I translated this.

Firstly, thank you so much for this question, and yes, it was meant to be a little ominous or dark because you guys all know what it implies.

I’ll start by saying it is a tough topic to navigate in fiction because the nuances can get lost on page and there is no one size fits all.

And that’s always very present in my mind when I think about Captive Prince and the way it deals with -and the ways it doesn’t deal with- Laurent’s abuse.

For Damen in particular I based NMFY and Damen's behaviours/reactions entirely on my opinion regarding the canon.

Did Damen consciously and actually think the words “Laurent was groomed”? No.

Do I think he was aware on many levels of the things he was witnessing, and cataloguing of Laurent's behaviours, and it's likely source? Yes.

I think Damen, like many of us, would never just assume something so brutal regardless of what’s in front of us. It’s not a standard thing to think or assume regardless of the people and circumstances around the person. Most people do not go around thinking of it because it is abhorrent and outside of -most- people’s experiences. I think as good people we -like Damen- would shy away from the conscious admission of the thought because we don’t want it to be true. Even when something is “off”.

And I believe that is at the heart of Damen's understanding in canon (and in my fic by extension). Canon Damen is very good at compartmentalising and actively not thinking about the things that upset him. His ability to repress his pain (Kastor, Jokaste, being made a slave, not getting to say goodbye to his murdered father, the prep and ring scene, the post, Ancel... the list goes on) is unparalleled and speaks to his own trauma response mechanisms. I think this very much extends to Laurent and the fact that he was, as Damen said "mishandled"

He actively shies away from it. He notices little things here and there and then quickly swerves away. An example that springs to mind right now from very early on is Pg 13 of Prince's Gambit:

There was something uneasily transgressive about the idea of sleeping in the place meant for Laurent’s uncle “the prince stays here often?”. The castellan mistook him to mean the keep, not the rooms. “Not often, He and his uncle came here a great deal together in the year or two after Marlas. As he grew older, the Prince lost his taste for the runs here. He now comes only rarely to Chastillon."

Damen made a leap but he doesn't tell us exactly what that leap is. We just know that the intimacy of Laurent sleeping in his uncle's bed made him uneasy. That something felt off. But the castellan mistakes Damen's meaning implying it is something normal and follows up with what is essentially the reason he thinks nothing of it. And then food arrives and Damen rushes off to it with the air of someone desperate to cut the conversation. A flash in the pan; noticed, documented, and quickly buried. One instance of many.

So, yes. I think Damen was only waiting for confirmation both in Canon and in my fic. He was actively repressing everything he had noticed and rejecting the conclusion he desperately did not want to think about.

Because what if he was wrong? That’s a terrible thing to assume or bring up or bookmark in your head about someone when you don’t know.

I think in Canon, and likewise what I attempted in my fic, it equates somewhat to: Schrödinger’s awareness. He doesn't know, but he also does.

In Chapter 5 of NMFY it gives Damen pause, like most of Laurent’s glaring markers, the same way they do for Damen in canon. It’s something he makes a note of and something he endeavours to not question out right -not his place- and to make sure Laurent feels safe enough to know Damen would never do what Laurent expects.

This part in particular I based on Laurent’s assumption following how drunk he gets at Marlas in Kings Rising, that Damen probably fucked him. Laurent in CP and Laurent in my fic are both aware that being out of it (drugged, practically asleep, incredibly drunk) means it’s easy to fuck him and all he has to really do is lie there and it’ll be over quick, because his submission or compliance is the expected norm. Neither upsetting nor angering to him. Just is what it is. An expectation from experience. He’s less trouble when he’s half conscious: this he knows and equates it to ideal time to fuck him because docile is preferable and his comfort/consent has never been part of the equation.

In my fic Damen clings to the idea that Auguste would have said something if it had been true of Laurent. So whilst he’s aware something about Laurent is off, he consciously shuts the ideas down. But Damen doesn’t take time to be convinced both in my fic and in canon, he just absorbs it. There are no questions, it’s just bringing a hard buried suspicion to the forefront as fact.

As for Bastian I think Damen wants to so very badly. But he’s also aware that he can’t really do that given who they are. And he’s never exactly certain that it’s his place to do so. He (and me by extension or is that the other way around? Haha!) needs Laurent to pull the trigger so to speak. He’s protective yes but Laurent has his own agency and Damen wouldn’t overstep that.

Especially in a modern setting and in this setting in particular where he has to worry about the press and the truth of a certain situation which he can never afford to have out. Anything with the police is a no go for him. Just in case. Damen is aware that the Royal family, the secret service, they’d all flip if someone dug up -or dragged up- the truth so its best not to tempt fate. Which absolutely isn’t to say he can’t be pushed but as of right now he’s conscious of Laurent and his choices and what he might want -or not want- and his place in all of that. He’s not petty enough to lash out with jealousy at least. Like in canon jealous Damen is more derisive and sulky than aggressive or petty.

I am very sorry this got so long but I wanted to give it a proper answer 💕💕

#asks #Captive Prince #damen/laurent #Lamen #damen of akielos #laurent of vere #nmfy #sorry this got long but your question is deep and i wanted to give it the answer it deserved #omg is this meta?

[makedonsgriva]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

Omg hi! First of all thanks for asking! I haven’t answered this question before and I absolutely do not mind answering this. This is a tough one though because I’ve consumed so much media and love so many characters it’s so difficult to choose but I will give it a shot nonetheless. Also these ten characters are not in any particular order.

Laurent Of Vere: Laurent is introduced as the frigid and dangerous prince of Vere in the book 1 of the captive prince trilogy. I HATED this man on my first reading but as the trilogy progressed, I just fell in love with him. He had an astounding amount of growth and character development. Not to mention his qualities and traits make him an all around admirable character. I may not be putting the characters in this list in order but Laurent is definitely my favourite character of all time.

Fleabag: Fleabag from Fleabag is another character I deeply love. She is funny, she is selfish, she is a tragedy of her own doing. It’s the way she is so deeply flawed yet so damn loveable at the same time that gets me. We are all fleabag at the end of the day aren’t we?

Baz: Baz from Carry On trilogy had to be here like the list won’t be complete without my poor little meow meow. He is one of those few characters who is very very close to my heart and it so hard to not love this dramatic gay vampire. Just love his snark and he is so funny??? I love it so much. Not to mention he truly is one of the kindest characters I’ve read.

Penelope Bunce: Another character from the Carry On trilogy. Penelope means the world to me because as a brown person, I don’t get to read a lot of books which feature brown characters. So seeing a character who is the best friend of the protagonist and has a major role in the series, it’s very refreshing and reassuring to me. Penelope is smart, stubborn, never admits she might be wrong but her growth over the three books is amazing. I will always love her.

Eren Yeager: literally one of the most tragic characters I’ve seen till date. As the protagonist (antagonist? anti hero? Idk anymore) of attack on titan, Eren is one of the most iconic characters I’ve come across till date. His unconditional devotion for his friends and his character arc from being the righteous hero to someone who becomes completely disillusioned by the end, it’s fucking amazing.

Geto Suguru: I have a beef with Jujutsu Kaisen and the reason is that Gege Akutami came up with absolutely amazing characters only to under-utilise and shit on their character arcs with his half assed plot. Surprisingly though, Geto’s character arc is amazing. I love it when heroes lose the sight of their goals and become the villains instead and Geto does that. His character development is really good and I love him for that. Incredibly realistic and refreshing to see.

Jiang Cheng: Jiang Cheng from MDZS remains one of the most relatable characters I’ve come across ever. Like I feel him on a spiritual level. The complexity and depth of his emotions, his actions, being so fucking good but never being good enough… good lord my heart straight up bleeds for him. I will always love Jiang Cheng.

Xue Yang: Hear me out okay. I know Xue Yang from MDZS is a psychopath. I’m not a Xue Yang apologist either. What he did to Xingchen was appalling to say the least. But Xue Yang is undoubtedly an incredibly well written character. He loved or should I say obsessed over XXC in such a sick and twisted way, it made for a very interesting read. The way he deluded even himself into believing that his extreme actions were all to torment XXC and not because he enjoyed his company and liked him… like girl be ffr right now who tf are you kidding. But yeah love me an insane psychotic gremlin.

Violet Evergarden: Violet from Violet Evergarden is one of the most heartbreaking characters I’ve come across and also one of the most unique. I’m a sucker for stories that tell the most human stories and Violet as a child soldier discovering these emotions, thoughts and vivid lives of people while coming to terms with her own trauma really gives her a special place in my heart.

Howl: Howl from Howls Moving Castle is one of my favorites because he is a hot babygirl. As simple as that.

Thanks so much for asking! Sorry it took me a while to get back to you but I hope you liked this list 💗💗💗

#carry on #baz pitch #captive prince #mdzs #laurent of vere #jiang cheng #xue yang #penelope bunce #fleabag #howls moving castle #violet evergarden #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #eren yeager #attack on titan #asks

[burnmywholelifedown]

Hi bestie I'm here I'm queer I'm going to ask you what's your favorite book (or if I've already asked this, what's your ultimate dating deal-breaker or maybe just relationship deal-breaker in general doesn't have to be romantic). Also, Killian is my second favorite character because Emma is my absolute favorite character on that entire show. Their relationship was EVERYTHING to me, I love sunshine v darkness trope so much, hence sterek and destiel as well. I love teen wolf but idk how much of that is because I was like 13 when I started watching it tbh. I would watch it just for dylan's performance in season 3 because HOLY SHIT he should have won a fucking Oscar.

asldjkflsdkjf oh my gosh are we meant to be best friends?? Ugh yes Emma is absolutely fantastic I just personally relate to Killian just that smidge more I think. They are both so special to me 😍 Ugh yes that trope is the best. Everlark was another couple that had that dynamic for me. Man now you're making me wonder if watching it for Dylan would be worth it. My only concern is that it might be too YA for me (I get very turned off by highschool stories). That's why I haven't picked it up yet. I'm afraid I missed the boat on that show. Now I tend to enjoy my YA stories to be fantasy because then the characters are more likely to be less immature (and potentially traumatized by the stakes of the fantasy world which is also fun - looking at you TFOTA trilogy and Grishaverse books).

Whoooo boy okay a favorite book is really hard because books mean a lot to me. I think you know that about me by now so you're getting a list from the last couple years lol:

TFOTA trilogy - the politics was so fun and the twists and turns kept me engaged. I read all 3 books in 48 hours and have reread them multiple times since in the last couple years because they were so good.

The Hunger Games trilogy - that series is straight up literature. There is so much to unpack.

In Other Lands by Sarah Rees Brennan - idk what to say about this book except that the characters are so loveable, the take on portal fantasy is unique and the way she flipped sexism on it's head was so thoughtprovoking.

A Taste of Gold and Iron by Alexandra Rowland - excellent anxiety rep, top tier slow burn without a lot of drama or miscommunications, beautifully written fantasy world with no homophobia

Captive Prince trilogy by CS Pacat - um this is a more problematic pick but if you're down for a high fantasy slow burn true hate to love romance this is where it's at man. You will have such a good time you won't even know what you signed up for until you are embroiled in the middle of it. Gosh Laurent's character arc gives me life.

Anything in Alexis Hall's Spires Series + Boyfriend Material - what this man has to say about gender and queer identity changed my mindset about what it is to be queer and I love it so much. His books made me feel so seen especially Pansies, For Real, and Boyfriend Material.

What Is a Girl Worth? by Rachael Denhollander - The only nonfiction book on this list lol. I loved how eloquently she spoke about her story and how she included the problems she's seen in the church around sexual assault. We need someone who has the legal and Christian connections to advocate for survivors but she's doing it and that really inspires me.

If I have to pick just one though - I pick Boyfriend Material and here's why (x). It's really personal to my insecurities and it made me feel very seen and loved. It's the epitome of a comfort book for me. Whenever I need a pick me up I go to that book and listening to Joe Jameson's voice gives me hope that I too will be loved in this precious way.  Honestly this is why the Spires books and Boyfriend Material are so special to me: These are stories about people who think they are broken and the men that show them that they've never been broken actually. They get to hear "I love you however you are. But also who you are is a person who can do things so you don't have to stagnate like this." It was so healing to read about I cannot even tell you.

If you're looking to check Boyfriend Material out you need the audiobook I promise you!! I will hook you up bestie just let me know 😉

Oh also my main platonic or romantic deal breaker is a combination of apathy and lack of thinking deeply about things (the reverse is also true - I find people who are passionate and think deeply about art and life super attractive. Those are the people I keep in my life).

thank you for these questions I clearly loved them lol. now i want to know all of these things about you! what are your favorite books? what do you find most attractive/unattractive in a person?

#okay so this took a day my apologies #i got terribly sick #and im also bad at answering questions like these without answering things deeply #just saying killian jones without elaborating deeply lowkey hurt me but i was very ill lol #answered #gabi talks #mpnsecretsanta22 #you have been the best secret santa dude #its been such a joy talking to you #thanks for asking the best questions #i cant wait to talk off anon #alexis hall #books #boyfriend material #in other lands #a taste of gold and iron #captive prince #tfota

[bard-llama]

I’m 9 fics away from having 400 fics on AO3!!! So I am trying to come up with titles for some of my WiPs that can begin to be published. Why are titles so hard???

Some fics that might be ready to post:

I’m just going through my docs to make a list, so there’s more than 9 here lol

Iorveth gets captured by the Throne3 and they head towards Temeria to deliver him to Roche. Maybe calling it Bound for Temeria? The main plot is that Gascon and Iorveth are shackled together (as a security measure; Gascon’s idea) and end up separated from the others. So they continue the journey and get to know each other lol

Post-W3 with Ciri getting ready to become Empress and Geralt is summoned before Emhyr bc he killed the Ofieri Prince in Hearts of Stone and that’s kind of a problem. Especially because Ofier is Nilfgaard’s only ally. Might not sound like it, but this is actually a Ciri/Cerys fic lol. Because the political solution to the mess is for Ciri to be arranged in marriage to the Malliq. And also to Morvran, bc she needs to consolidate power in the capital. But she’s with Cerys and scared of losing her. Meanwhile Cerys just wants Ciri to be able to feel like she has some control over her life.

Two fics in the same series:

One where Iorveth and Saskia approached Roche to try to recruit him to their side (both because it would be highly advantageous, but also because they wanna bone him)

One where Roche introduces Iorveth and Saskia to his mom, because when the plan goes into effect, everything will change and he wants them to know where to find him. Because they haven’t asked him to come with them when they leave for the Pontar Valley.

Hmm, I have a few Throne3 Meve/Gascon-centric shorts but idk if I wanna make a new shorts collection or just add to an existing one. On the other hand, I don’t think I have a TB-specific one yet.

Reynard and Roche share a few words about Gascon at a diplomatic party. Not actually sure if this is a standalone or something that’s part of a series of like, conversations between different duos. 

Okay, I’ve been calling this one the Northern Realms’ Party Favor, but that is not necessarily a good title lol. The tone is more serious than that implies. Kinda connected to the previous one in that the initial idea was pairing random duos up and seeing what conversations happened. But then it kinda turned into... porn with plot??? So the premise is that historically, when the Northern Kings meet, the host provides a “party favor” for them all to enjoy when negotiations are complete. Roche has served as the party favor in the past and ends up telling Gascon about it. Gascon decides it sounds fun and might be his only chance to ever be with Meve, so... This turns into Gascon gathering intel while getting fucked and somehow eventually leads to some confrontations about the Lodge of Sorceresses and also the throne3 get together.... somehow???

A Thronebreaker fic about Meve and Reynard discovering just what Caldwell promised the Strays and very much not understanding why Gascon would want Spalla and Scala.

I think I’ve shared snips of this one, but it starts with Meve and Gascon’s first clash when she has him captured and he refuses to be cowed. Then we get the power reversal where Gascon holds the key to letting Meve out of prison. And... tbh no idea what happens after that.

One where someone takes offense at a former criminal pretending at being respectable hanging around the queen and decides to do something about it. Gascon ends up a captive of an old ‘ally’ while the court thinks he got cold feet and ran and Meve tried very hard not to think that, especially because the alst thing he’d done was dance with her at a ball.

The Strays giving Meve and Reynard the shovel talk

A short fic that might be a 5+1 where people make armor/clothes for Knickers

A longfic about Dijkstra & Roche slowly developing respect for each other as they face off while Roche is Redania’s captive in the past interspersed with Roche being held captive somewhere in the present.

An isendain fic about their first meeting and how they get together

A fic where Iorveth is suspicious about what Roche has been up to in his forest. Meanwhile, Roche builds a cabin for Iorveth.

Okay, I haven’t gone through my rorveth WiP docs yet, but I gotta go to work, so for now, this is the list of options that need titles so I can publish them.

#rorveth #throne3 #isendain #ciri x cerys #iorveth x roche #meve x reynard x gascon #isengrim x eldain #the witcher #WiPs

[iamthebonecarver]

Me: *is in the middle a last book in a trilogy*

Me: *has literally half a bookshelf dedicated to books I haven’t read yet*

Also me: *starts rereading an unfinished series and then starts lining up other rereads to read when I’m done with the current one; all while completely ignoring the previously mentioned things*

#bone carver babbles #crescent city #cruel prince #red white and royal blue #might fuck around and captive prince to the list #incase anyone was wondering #the book I’m ignoring is the last rhapsodic book #rhapsodic

[thelioncourts]

title: I was born to press my head between your shoulder blades fandom: captive prince pairing: damen/laurent rating: explicit words: 6692 (chapter 1/1)

When they had first met, Damen had been fairly certain that Laurent hated him.

It didn’t seem personal. Not really. Laurent seemed to hate everyone.

Some people thought it was out of some kind of pretentiousness; Laurent was smart, smarter than anyone Damen had ever met, and paired with that brain was a sharp tongue, wittier than anyone had the right to be.

But time passed, as it does, and Damen considered himself unbelievably lucky that it did. As the days, months, years moved forward, he got to know Laurent, got to know Laurent beyond the knowledge in his head, beyond the bite of his words, beyond the beauty of his face.

And, along the way, Laurent got to know Damen as well, got to know Damen beyond his charm, beyond his muscles, beyond the rumors that followed him wherever he went.

Once they got to that moment of beyond, they fell together — perfectly.

It took some of their friends by surprise. Others had seen it coming from a mile away. None of them, however, seemed to truly get used to the pair they made.

The extent of their public affection was limited to pet names that seemed sarcastic at most, Laurent brushing a hand against Damen’s shoulder to let him know he was there, or Damen holding doors as they walked in and out of places. Rarely, very rarely, Damen would have a hand around the slightness of Laurent’s waist, his thumb a pressure against the curve of Laurent’s hipbone. Even more rarely, Laurent would lean into the touch.

Damen’s friends were the ones who predominantly found it odd. Damen was known for (notorious, some might say) his flings, none of which lacked any kind public displays. In fact, Damen was so well-known for those flings that it was difficult to narrow down just which of them was the most public. Was it Kyra and the time they were photographed on one of Damen’s father’s yachts, his hand down the front of her bikini bottoms? Was it Adrian and the blatant bite mark he left on Damen’s shoulder outside of a club in Ios? Was it Jokaste and the hook of her leg around his waist at some charity function of all things? The list went on. And on, and on, and on.

Still, Damen’s friends had to admit that despite nothing of the relationship with Laurent being standard, it was happy. Or seemed to be, anyway. Never had they seen Damen smile with one person so much.

Laurent’s friends, what few there were, seemed much more at ease about the whole thing. The two groups, Damen’s friends and Laurent’s friends, had hung out on occasion now that the two had been dating, and whenever the strangeness of their relationship was brought up, it was Laurent’s friends that shrugged, said “You would understand it if you knew Laurent better,” before moving on and talking about something entirely new.

Early on, Damen’s friends had asked a lot of questions. They had asked all the whys, all the hows, all the whats. And yet, all they got in answer was a dopey smile on Damen’s face and a “Hopefully one day you’re lucky enough to get to know Laurent even a quarter of the way that I know him.”

Early on, no one had been brave enough to ask what they had all truly been thinking, however.

Then, one day, it had slipped out of Lazar’s mouth, entirely unintended if the shock on Lazar’s own face had anything to say about it.

“Do you two even fuck?”

It had been something they’d all thought about.

And the question wasn’t out of maliciousness. Damen was a sexual being, had been as long as everyone had known him. A hand down Kyra’s bikini bottoms, a bite mark worn proudly on his own shoulder, Jokaste’s long leg hooked around his waist. Laurent wasn’t the type. Laurent wasn’t going to let Damen grab at him in public, wasn’t going to smugly show off Damen was his, wasn’t going to give any indication of how they looked pressed together. Laurent was frigid. That’s what anyone, everyone, had said since they had known him.

“Do you two even fuck?”

The question seemed to echo out again.

Damen took a second to process that it had even been said at all.

Then —

He said nothing. Nothing. He just got up, a scowl emphasizing the dimple on his cheek, and left.

That moment had stuck with all of Damen’s friends. No one dared ask anything similar to it ever again.

And yet they wondered....and, perhaps worst of all, they knew Damen knew they wondered.

It was obvious, written on any of their faces, when Laurent barely let his fingertips brush against Damen’s. It was obvious, written on any of their faces, when a gentle kiss to Laurent’s temple almost was too much. It was obvious, written on any of their faces, when the only way anyone knew Damen and Laurent were a couple was because they had been told, not because it was something so incredibly unquestionable.

The truth of it really was that sex was — difficult for Laurent.

Laurent’s friends knew that. None of them knew why, but they also knew not to ask. But it had been a point of discussion in their own group, calendar pages ago when Laurent’s seeming inability to be attracted to anyone garnered their attention in a way that just couldn’t be let go.

“What nineteen-year-old isn’t constantly horny?” Ancel, who was constantly horny, asked once.

But they had come to accept, had come to understand, that Laurent wasn’t not attracted, but that Laurent was, for lack of a better word, scared.

He wouldn’t word it like that, of course. He would, did, say that he was particular. Yet, everyone knew what particular meant.

Thus, from the outside world, Laurent became known as frigid, and thus, from the inside world, Laurent’s friends knew that the day Laurent actually fell for someone would be a day of celebration (for them only, as Laurent would kill them if they made a big deal of it to his face).

Laurent never told Damen, just as Damen never told Laurent, but his friends had asked a similar question, though they had asked much earlier than Damen’s friends had.

“So. Are you going to fuck him?”

It had been asked casually, but it was a heavy question, weighted with whatever haunted Laurent about sex as an act.

It had been answered casually as well.

“Maybe.”

No one needed to know the way Laurent’s heart picked up in pace, a panicked reaction at the thought of it. No one needed to know the way Laurent had run the idea of it in his head, over and over again, the knowledge of Damen’s past lovers, and the abundance of them, a knifepoint edging closer and closer to his carotid artery. No one needed to know the way Laurent had gone over every possible bad scenario.

No one needed to know how much Laurent wanted.

And, eventually, it did happen.

It didn’t happen quickly, and the first time wasn’t perfect, not at all. Laurent was tense, unsure, and Damen felt like he was trying to calm a wild animal while trying to be amorous simultaneously. But, in some way, it was completely perfect too, because it ended so well and, in its ending, gave light to one true thing: it would only continue to improve.

And, oh, did it improve.

The more it happened, the more Laurent seemed to open up in trust. The more it happened, the more Damen, a more experienced lover, managed to make a Laurent-titled checklist of things that drove him absolutely wild. The more it happened, the more Laurent was ready to voice his pleasure. The more it happened, the more Damen got to be the one person to who Laurent had given everything to.

But if one were to ask Damen’s friends if Damen had gotten Laurent into bed yet, they would probably throw up frustrated hands, say, “I have no idea,” because, outwardly, nothing seemed to change. Laurent still didn’t want to hold Damen’s hand. Laurent still didn’t seek Damen out like they couldn’t bear to be apart. Laurent didn’t seem to view Damen any different now than he had a year ago.

But if one were to ask Laurent’s friends, they would say, “Absolutely.” Because they saw it, saw the small things those that didn’t know Laurent couldn’t see. They saw the way Laurent watched Damen with soft eyes, his pupils tracing the lines of Damen’s face as Damen laughed at something Nik said. They saw the way Laurent pressed himself tight to Damen’s side when they sat next to one another, so tight that one word from Damen could probably have him crawling into Damen’s lap. They saw the way Laurent lit up when Damen entered a room, brightening in a way he had never done before.

The expectation of what love looked like varied. And yet —

~*~

“Your friends are idiots,” Laurent said, voice like a blade, as he walked (not stomped, thank you very much) through the front door of Damen’s home.

Damen sighed. “Yes, they are.”

“They have nothing better to do than to sit around all day and speculate on whether or not you are getting any and, if not, how on earth you’ve survived this long without getting your dick wet.”

[Finish Reading on AO3]

They had gotten together, all of them, at Kesus, a bar on the other side of town they often met at. It was a big place, and out of the immediate vicinity of the nearby university, making it less likely to house a bunch of rowdy college students. It had first been discovered by Auguste, Laurent’s older brother who was now a hotshot lawyer back in Arles, and he had passed the knowledge of its existence to them all so they could enjoy. A typical night at Kesus consisted of the group — thirteen of them, if the numbers were correct — arriving in groups of two or three, taking up space at a large table in the back where pitchers of beer would be ordered, appetizers argued about, and a couple of cocktails would eventually show up for those that cared about the flavor on their taste buds. Oftentimes, the group would split and wander, sometimes into the categories of “Damen’s friends” and “Laurent’s friends,” and sometimes not, the groups intermingling more and more as the days went by.

Tonight, however, had been one of those “Damen’s friends” and “Laurent’s friends” kind of nights because Aimeric and Jord, another couple in their group, were having some issues. Were the issues mostly stemmed around Aimeric’s hellish family? Of course. Were either of them at the point in their lives that they could maturely acknowledge that? Absolutely not.

Laurent had shot Damen a look as soon as Aimeric had ambled up to the bar itself, alone, and Damen nodded once in understanding, watching with fondness as Laurent followed the auburn-haired man and sat next to him, eyes searching his solemn face.

Eventually, others had followed, Ancel no doubt going up there to give his “Men don’t deserve your tears, especially if they’re not giving you money” speech, and Jord had fallen lower into his own seat still at the table, stress an evident line between his eyebrows.

At some point, another round of pitchers had been ordered, and Damen, swimming up to his eyes in beer now, left for a good fifteen minutes to run to the restroom and to step outside for a smoke.

By the time he had gotten back, however, the chaos had already begun.

With Damen away from the table and Laurent up at the bar, Damen’s friends had apparently found it an opportune moment to discuss, well, Damen and Laurent.

And Laurent, coming back to the table to grab his coat to join Damen outside, had heard them; had heard everything.

Damen didn’t know exactly what they had been saying, but he knew enough from Laurent’s anger to know that it was about their sex life, or the lack of if their thoughts were to be believed.

He was angry too.

Logic told him that he couldn’t control what people said, that their thoughts were their own and that was something they would have to deal with. But another part of him, the part that saw Laurent’s anger for what it really was, wanted nothing more in that moment than to turn them all away entirely.

He wouldn’t. They were good friends, even if they were dicks at times. But Damen would be discussing it with them, none too gently.

By the time Damen had come back inside, Laurent was visibly seething, jaw twitching with an attempt to keep his razor-sharp tongue from eviscerating anyone and everyone in the nearby vicinity, and Damen’s friends had the faces of children scolded for doing something they most definitely knew they shouldn’t be doing. Quickly Damen got a rundown of what had happened (“Are you satisfied, Damen? Or am I so cold that I’ve frozen your cock off?” Laurent had asked him rhetorically) and, after throwing a disappointed look at his chastised friends, he had suggested to Laurent that they leave, maneuvering them and Laurent’s palpable emotions to his car.

And now, here they were, inside his house, Laurent’s anger not at all calmed, and Damen spent a moment, a moment in which Laurent continued to ramble about idiocy, figuring out what best to do.

He did, after all, know that Laurent’s anger wasn’t just anger, that it was horribly more complex than that.

After a couple more minutes, minutes in which Laurent said things like, “They’re too stupid to realize that outward appearance doesn’t mean anything, especially when I, a well-known internalized person, doesn’t trust any of them as far as I could throw them,” and, “If a healthy relationship punched a single one of them in the face, they wouldn’t know it,” and, “Just because every relationship they’ve ever had has consisted of public sex followed by an equally public, and humiliating, breakup, doesn’t mean that ours has to be the same,” and so forth, there was finally a pause, the perfect moment for Damen to speak.

“Laurent,” he started, voice just a pitch lower than normal. “Why are you letting their words get to you? You know they don’t matter, least of all to me.”

Laurent, now standing at the threshold leading to the kitchen, was holding endless tension in his shoulders. Damen could see it, written obviously in the taught line that made Laurent look ready to flee at a moment’s notice.

A year ago, such a question would have Laurent sidestepping, his quick mind supplying endless ways in which he could turn the conversation to something else, something like a list of any one of Damen’s friends’ flaws or, worse, one of Damen’s own insecurities as opposed to his own. But here and now, that trust that had been so important to Damen to cultivate worked its magic.

“Because they are important to you. And because they know you. And so some of what they say must be true. And I —” Laurent fumbled for purchase, trying to find his words, something wholly uncharacteristic of him. “I don’t want to lose you.”

Damen didn’t mean to let his face twist into something incredulous, didn’t mean to give any indication that he may not be taking this seriously, because he desperately was, but...really?

The idea that Laurent, of all people, could lose Damen because of something as silly as the words of Damen’s friends was the most absurd thing that had ever been uttered into the world. And yet, looking at the continued tension wrought in Laurent’s body, Damen knew that this was a horrible weight on Laurent’s sensibilities at that moment.

“Laurent,” he started again, voice still pitched low, but this time he took a determined step forward, then another, decimating the distance between them as the words continued to leave his mouth. “What they’re saying isn’t even true, first off. Just because they don’t know about what goes on privately between us —” Privately, Damen’s mind supplied with a sudden rush of anger to emphasize it — “doesn’t mean that it’s not happening. And, even more important than that,” and then he paused, waiting until the distance between them was now that of a breath, waiting until he could cup Laurent’s face into his hands, could force Laurent’s gaze to lock with his so what he said wasn’t lost, so its candor was known. “Even more important than that is that while making love to you is truly the greatest thing, I would be here, by your side, even if you never wanted to have sex again.”

A hopeless laugh made its way out of Laurent’s mouth, a bit comically given the slight smoosh of his cheeks still held between Damen’s large hands, and he did his best to look away, to not look Damen in the eyes as he said, “I think you would quickly backtrack on that if I were to ever ask that of you.” Before Damen could protest, could tell Laurent that he was underestimating Damen’s feelings entirely, Laurent continued. “And I would never ask that of you anyway. I — I enjoy sex with you. I like that I get to know that side of you. I like getting to show that side of myself with you. But I also know that your past relationships were nothing like this. They were easier, they were —”

“Superficial,” Damen said as Laurent said, continued, “Public.”

“I’m still scared to hold your hand in public. I don’t want you to touch me while we’re around other people, because I’m ashamed for people to see me that way. And I know it’s stupid, I know it makes no sense, and I know that I’m safe with you, I do, and yet it’s something that I can’t shake away, no matter how hard I try.”

“I know that,” Damen said.

“I want to be good enough for you,” Laurent said then, and the words were like a punch, sending Damen reeling. “My friends, they may be crude, may be blunt, it’s the Veretian in them, as you’ve probably picked up on, but they know that with you things are good for me. I want your friends to know that with me, you’re good too. That you’re —”

Damen stopped Laurent with a kiss.

It was impossible not to, the sweetness of the confession a blossoming heat in Damen’s chest. Laurent — impossible, unattainable, untouchable Laurent — had let down walls and walls of defense for Damen and Damen alone over the last year, and here was another wall falling, crumbling beneath Laurent’s willingness to trust Damen.

The kiss was as sweet as the confession, a solid press of lips to lips, Damen feeling the sound Laurent made in turn moreso than hearing it at that moment. Like he had come to do, Laurent went attractively pliant in Damen’s hands, surrendering himself, walls now completely shattered. They separated just enough for Damen to feel the tease of Laurent’s shallow breathing on the wetness of his mouth before he leaned back in, capturing Laurent’s lips in a second kiss, this one longer, deeper.

When they were both properly breathless, Damen pulled back again, this time just far enough to rest his forehead against Laurent’s, taking in the brush of Laurent’s long lashes against the apples of his cheeks. Then he said, “You have nothing to prove, Laurent. Not to me or to anyone. Veretians may be blunt, but Akielons are straightforward. I would tell you if I was unhappy, I would tell you if I felt like there was any kind of unfairness in our relationship.”

“I know,” Laurent said, his voice now the one pitched lower. “You’ve never had any difficulty telling me exactly what you think.”

“Exactly,” Damen smiled. He pulled back, now to catch the blue of Laurent’s eyes, and said, “Fuck them.”

“What?” Laurent sputtered out on a laugh.

“Fuck them,” Damen said, referencing his friends and the whole situation and, “I’m going to talk to them, I’m going to tell them to mind their business, to keep their bullshit opinions to themselves. I’m not going to let them make more nights like this, nights where you get caught in your head again, thinking you're not good enough.” His hands fell from Laurent’s face to his waist, his grip tight and firm and sure, and he said, “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

They were kissing again, Laurent’s arms now free to slide around Damen’s neck, his own hands burying themselves in the curls at the base of Damen’s skull, and they were moving, out of the threshold of the kitchen and back toward the bedroom, the movement natural, unstoppable.

As they passed through the bedroom door, Damen pulled back again, this time so he could change where he was kissing, his lips finding the tender skin of Laurent’s neck, the place just under his jaw, the softness below his right ear, and he murmured between kisses, his face tucked into the warmth of space between Laurent’s neck and shoulder, “Besides, there’s a part of me that enjoys that they’ll never once guess what you’re like in bed. That you’re attentive and gentle and,” he scraped his teeth along Laurent’s pulse-point, thrilling in the heat the noise Laurent made caused, “partial to tenderness.”

Laurent, for his part, had the audacity to scoff at that, as if it wasn’t the truest thing, as if he wasn’t melting into the soft strokes Damen was applying with his fingers to the skin just above the start of Laurent’s pants. He said, “Too bad everyone on the continent knows what you’re like in bed.”

Damen hummed, the sound a vibration against the hollow of Laurent’s throat. “I don’t know. It’s never been like this before.”

“’Like this?’” Laurent repeated in question and, if he was asking questions, Damen knew he wasn’t doing a good enough job. Still, he responded.

“Loving.”

It wasn’t an elaborate answer, but it was enough of an answer to add more flush to Laurent’s cheeks.

It was also enough of an answer to have Laurent snake his hands under Damen’s shirt, his hands cool to the touch, eliciting goose flesh for more than reason, before helping ease the fabric over Damen’s head, tumbling his curls and setting all the expanse of his broad shoulders and lines of muscle on display. Immediately those cool hands found the solidness of Damen’s arms, as they often did, clutching at the curve of bicep he found there. Damen’s own grip tightened on Laurent’s waist, his thumbs hooking into the waistline of Laurent’s pants now, the rest of his fingers, no doubt, leaving red impressions on the skin below.

Laurent was so easy to mark up.

They were moving again, both of their knowledge of the room and its furniture intimate and sure, and suddenly the back of Damen’s legs met the side of the bed, led there by Laurent’s ministrations. Immediately, instinctual, Damen’s legs bent and he fell, back first, onto the soft comforter.

It reminded Damen so much of their first time together, Laurent, wanting and inexperienced, pushing Damen onto the bed, crawling over him, his clothed chest brushing Damen’s own exposed one. The memory was a favorite of Damen’s, knowing that it was Laurent that wanted him so much he was willing to go beyond his fear of sex, of intimacy, to have Damen, at least once.

Presently, however, Laurent was much more experienced than he had been all those months ago. He knew Damen better and he knew himself better too. Instead of hesitant hands, Damen felt sure ones travel over his chest, dipping into the planes and valleys of muscle before Laurent’s thighs spread, seating him across Damen’s lap. It was impossible to not look up in wonder, to not see Laurent’s beauty for what it was. Like this, he was above Damen, his eyes hooded slits of desire gazing down. His blond hair was slightly mussed — though not nearly enough — and his swollen lips looked even more sensual than normal. There was a flush of red not just on his face, but all the way down to the top of his chest, going into the fine shirt he was still, frustratingly wearing.

Watching Damen, Laurent must have seen where his eyes stayed, attempting to bore holes into the fabric he was still wearing, and with a disarming smile Laurent pulled his own shirt off, truly mussing his hair — still not enough in Damen’s opinion — and leaving him open for Damen’s eyes.

Never would Damen get used to having this, Laurent’s beauty a heart-stopping thing, and he couldn’t just lie there anymore, no matter how enjoyable the weight of Laurent in his lap was. With an easy maneuver, he had Laurent pressed against the bed now, his blond hair fanned against the burnt orange of the bedspread. Laurent had made a slight noise, the movement a momentary surprise, and when he caught sight of Damen’s grin, he bit his lip self-consciously, attempting to repress his own smile.

That wouldn’t do.

Now that so much of Laurent was on display, Damen almost didn’t know where to apply his mouth first. Aware of the sensitivity of Laurent’s neck though, it was difficult to not go for it first, again, making sure the first touch was barely there, a hint of what could be.

The slowness of it, the gentleness, caused the first true physical reaction out of Laurent for the night, his back arching, just so, a gasp escaping his mouth. Damen repeated the touch, allowing his lips to ghost over the fine skin stretched over Laurent’s collarbones now. This time, a shudder. Reactions from Laurent were intoxicating, a heady kind of power Damen had never experienced before with anyone. It made his heart nearly burst, being the one that Laurent allowed himself to lose semblances of his iron-clad resolve with.

He felt Laurent’s fingers at the back of his head again, tangling in the curls there, not pushing but holding, as Damen continued his ministrations downward. His lips found the firmness of Laurent’s sternum, felt the quick beating of his heart under flesh, and he couldn’t not smile against the smooth skin, kissing it in hopes of transferring his adoration with the physical touch alone. Just a little more down and his lips touched the sensitive bud of Laurent’s left nipple. Another gasp. As he laved attention there, thrilling in the tremors he could feel in Laurent’s abdomen, he let his own left-hand trail up Laurent’s ribs, all the way to the top of them, where they first blossomed, so he could thumb at the other nipple, refusing to leave it neglected.

Not once did he let his lips leave Laurent’s skin, not even as he moved over to the nipple he’d been thumbing at. Instead, he let his lips brush across the muscles of Laurent’s pectorals, the slight dip into his sternum, before finding the other bud, this one only pinked right now and not near the aroused red as the other.

Laurent’s fingers in his hair were methodically gripping and releasing, hesitant still to pull too hard and yet unable to not pull, tug, some due to the feeling. His legs had shifted, just slightly, opening and allowing Damen to press the length of his body against the rest of Laurent’s, allowing Damen to feel the growing hardness of Laurent against his own abdomen, allowing Laurent to feel the hardness of Damen against his thigh.

Once Damen deemed it necessary to move, he lifted his head, looking at Laurent’s face for the first time in several minutes.

The flush which had already been present had deepened. His sweet mouth was open, slightly panting, his bottom lip swollen from his own teeth. His blue eyes were hidden behind his eyelids, his lashes a barely-there flutter, his eyebrows furrowed just so. He was a vision.

He was even more of a vision when he opened his eyes.

There were black with pupil, the blue not even an outline anymore. But in them, Damen could see Laurent’s desire, could see his want of his own pleasure. In them, Damen could see Laurent’s trust in him, in them.

Damen smiled and brought a hand up to stroke down Laurent’s cheek.

“You’re beautiful,” and it was him, now, that sounded breathless.

“No, you are,” Laurent countered, pushing himself up onto his elbows, bringing him face to face with Damen again. “You’re so —" He didn’t finish the sentence. Instead, he brought his hand back up to Damen’s shoulder before letting the lightness of his fingertips trace down Damen’s arm before finding his hand and tangling their fingers together. “Kiss me,” he said then, the words not even a whisper.

Damen, never one to deny Laurent anything, did.

This kiss was full of heat, Laurent’s mouth opening to Damen’s. It was consuming, heady in the way everything about Laurent was heady, and when Damen felt Laurent’s hands begin to wander again, this time down to the button of his pants, he shifted the lower part of his body so unbuttoning was an easier task.

The exact moment Damen decided to lick his back into Laurent’s mouth was the exact moment Laurent decided to forgo Damen’s briefs and reach right down for the hardness of his cock. It was Damen’s turn to gasp, gasping directly into Laurent’s mouth, feeling Laurent’s lips pull into a smile, as he encased Damen in his hand just the way he knew Damen liked.

Laurent’s thumb was on the head, making wet, tiny circles at the tip before brushing down with the slightest more pressure at the frenulum, the action making Damen curl in closer to Laurent, making Damen pull back from the kiss with a groan, his forehead falling to Laurent’s exposed shoulder.

“Laurent,” he said out in slight warning, forcing himself not to bite down into the fine skin under his mouth as Laurent moved his hand down further, stroking Damen from base to tip in the warmth of his hand.

“Yes?” Laurent asked, voice dripping with innocence. Damen looked up at him, found those blue eyes still dark with desire staring right back, and he dropped his head back down immediately.

“If you keep this up too much longer, this will be over long before I wish it to be.”

“You’re so good at making me speechless,” Laurent said, pulling his hand away. “I want to be good at doing the same.”

“You are good at doing the same,” Damen said. He took in a deep breath, trying to steady the pulsing desire deep in his stomach now. “But I think, right now, it would be best if we —”

Laurent licked the wetness from his thumb. Damen groaned.

Effectively rendered speechless, as intended, Damen relied on physicality.

It was easy, practiced, to get Laurent out of his own pants, his briefs accentuating the trimness of his waist, the muscles of his thighs, and Damen was suddenly desperate with a need to get them both out of everything.  Luckily, that was an easy feat, and soon they were pressed chest to chest, thigh to thigh, skin to skin, with nothing separating them, barely even the air.

There was so much Damen always wanted to do with Laurent when they made love.  He always wanted to worship him, wanted to press gentle kisses and touch to every inch of Laurent's body until Laurent was shaking with need, taut as a bowstring.  He always wanted to take Laurent into his mouth, wanted to tongue at the slit of his cock, wanted to feel Laurent's hands helpless as they gripped Damen's hair, the sheets, as they left nail mark impressions in his own palm.  He wanted to open Laurent up with his tongue, wanted to feel Laurent's thighs shake, this intimacy still so new and intense.  He wanted to sit Laurent on his face; it was the only time he'd ever heard Laurent actually scream out in pleasure.  He wanted to mark Laurent, wanted to bite and lick and come on every part of him until Laurent himself knew, without a doubt, Damen wanted nothing more than him.

But there wasn't always time for all of that and so Damen made a mental note, quickly, to do at least two of those things the next time desire overtook them (which would no doubt be tomorrow — truly Damen's friends would never expect that their lovemaking was insatiable, a nearly constant thrum of want).

Right now, all there was time for was to get inside, desperately and deeply inside of Laurent.

Without pulling away from their current kiss, Damen reached into the bedside drawer for the lube, this bottle newly purchased and yet a quarter of the way gone, and Laurent, knowing, subconsciously spread his legs, making more room for Damen to fit himself.

The first touch of Damen's fingers had Laurent gasping again, and Damen smiled into that warmth of space between Laurent's neck and shoulder once more.  Damen teased him, for just a moment, using the soft pads of his fingers to trace the rim, vividly remembering the time he used these same fingers to spank Laurent right here.  Laurent's grip on his shoulder had drawn blood then.

Now, much gentler, Damen than that, Damen began to work Laurent open, allowing the small sounds, the hitching of Laurent's breath, the quiet gasps, the repressed moans, to wash over him, to drive him closer to his own climax than he would ever admit out loud, even to Laurent.

Once up to four fingers, his thumb a stroking pressure on Laurent's perineum, Laurent gasped his name, "Damen" leaving his mouth in the most pleasure-drunk kind of slur.

"I need you," Damen said in turn, his arm already pulling Laurent's leg higher and around his waist, his forehead already resting against Laurent's own.  Laurent nodded, words of substance lost, all until, "I need you inside me.  Damen," and another moan, all of which nearly brought Damen to ruin.

Never — never — would Damen get used to the first push into Laurent's willing body.  He was always so tight, so hot, so intoxicating, and each time felt like the first, like they had found something so wonderful together that they could never let go of.

Laurent groaned into his mouth as he pushed in, welcoming Damen, urging him deeper.

Making love to Laurent, with Laurent, was the thing poets wrote about, the things singers sang about.

Each thrust, shallow at first, loosened Laurent up more ever so, and allowed Damen in deeper, deeper, deeper, until his thrusts were longer, more precise, more, more, more.

They were both talking, nonsense words of love and adoration, words that Damen constantly cherished, thought about more than he'd like to say, like a love letter.

"You feel so good," Damen said as Laurent said, "Yes, right there, Damen, Damen," or "How is it always this perfect?  How are you so perfect?" and "Come inside me, please, I need to feel you, need to —"

And, eventually, and as always, Damen, never one to deny Laurent anything, did, driving himself as deep as he could into Laurent's body, as if his mark within Laurent's body could be seen just as vividly outwardly if he were deep enough.  The feeling of it triggered Laurent's own orgasm, his cock, which had been trapped between their bodies, coming in hot and sure strands across Damen's abdomen, outwardly marking him as Laurent's too.  Heady.

For minutes they stayed like that, Damen seated deep within Laurent still, neither willing to let the moment go quite yet.  Damen kept his eyes closed, kept his face buried in the curve of Laurent's shoulder, feeling the rabbit-quick pulse of Laurent's heart slowly, slowly ease down from Laurent's orgasm.  Laurent's spend was already beginning to dry between their stomachs, however, and Damen, knowing Laurent, knew that Laurent would be pushing at his own shoulder in just a moment to begin to clean up.  His time in the afterglow was limited.

"How is it always so perfect?  How are you so perfect?" he repeated his earlier, sex-drenched questions again, this time clearer.  Laurent's smile was a small, genuine thing.

"You already have had me, there's no need for wooing," he said.

"No, the wooing has been done, that was done in the several months leading up to our first date, all months of which I spent terrified you were just going to say no anyway.  This is —" Damen paused, looking for the words, "— my Akielon honesty."

That made Laurent laugh, something else that thrilled Damen, and they were looking in each other's eyes again, their desire still present, if more controlled now.

"Well, my Akielon, I think the answer has a lot to do with you."

There were more kisses after that because, again, how could Damen not want to kiss him, but, as expected, Laurent was soon pushing at Damen's shoulder, ready to clean up.

It really was perfect.

~*~

Laurent, clean from their activities, sex-sated, and sleepy, fell asleep quite quickly, his bare legs pressed to Damen’s own, his face near Damen’s on the pillow, his hand curled at Damen’s waist.

Damen, equally clean from their activities, equally sex-sated, and equally sleepy, found it difficult to sleep. He had turned on his side the moment he heard, felt, Laurent’s breathing even out, indicating he’d fallen asleep, and Damen had watched him for a moment.

It was impossible, after all, not to look at him, not to take in the way sleep made him look even younger, taking with its presence stress and those guarded walls. Laurent slept with a grace Damen didn’t even know people could have while sleeping, his lips parted in the slightest way, his hand not on Damen tucked underneath the fall of his blond hair. He was, as Damen had said multiple times tonight alone, beautiful.

Just looking at him invoked an unnamable emotion within Damen. Love was the closest thing to it, but it wasn’t enough.

Eventually, he turned over onto his back once more, staring at the ceiling. His mind was whirring, running over and over in his head again how he was going to address this with his friends.

It wasn’t like them, he thought, to be quite so judgmental about something.

His mind kept whirring, and it must have not stopped, because he heard, at some point, Laurent sigh in and out a deep breath before his eyelashes fluttered, his eyes opening and falling on Damen, awake.

“Damen?” Laurent started, his voice still so sleepy. “Are you alright? Why are you awake?”

“Just...thinking,” Damen said.

Laurent, smarter than anyone Damen had ever met, knew what thinking meant. Without another word, he brought a hand up to Damen’s face, cupping it in the warmth of his palm, before pulling it away and tracing over Damen’s eyebrows, down his nose, over the sensitive flesh of his lips, from cheek to temple, cheek to temple, all whilst leaning in and kissing over his eyelids.

“Don’t think about it, not right now,” Laurent muttered into the air. “You’re right. Their words mean nothing.”

“I still need to talk to them about it,” Damen said. If his voice was already getting heavier because of Laurent’s ministrations, so be it.

“Sure,” Laurent agreed, “but don’t let it consume you. You are,” another kiss to Damen’s eyelid, “too good.”

Damen couldn’t not smile. He was with Laurent, after all.

“I love you,” he said in a whisper, never wanting to break this moment.

“And I you,” Laurent said back. There was, as it had been now for the last month or so, absolutely no hesitation. And then, “Fuck them.”

It startled a laugh out of Damen, one that took him away from the brink of sleep, and he laughed for a long moment, laughing harder when he heard Laurent join him.

“Yeah, fuck them.”

#captive prince #damen of akielos #laurent of vere #lamen #capri #captive prince fic #my writing #i wrote 7k in 2 days ;-; it's not GREAT writing by any circumstance #but it's writing and i've been in such a slump #so -- tada!

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Good thing he just assumed Katsuki was only part of his fiance's entourage.

An arranged marriage between two princes aob au where Katsuki tries to abide by Izuku's desire for a natural romance to develop without letting Izuku know his true identity.

plums by Ivillpunchyouinthethroat

((14116-3/3))

There’s a boy stealing plums from the garden below the balcony Katsuki’s lounging at for the night.

Correction.

There’s a boy stealing plums, very badly, from the garden below the balcony Katsuki’s lounging at for the night.

mermaid AU breathe In by contrarybee

((series-smut-3 works-45236 in all))

Midoryia Izuku was born in captivity. He's never known the ocean.

His human carer Yagi-san tells him they're getting a new merman in the aquarium, one that they hope Izuku might like. Having been alone since his mother's death, Izuku is beyond excited to have a new mer around, but Bakugo Katsuki might prove to be too much. Or maybe he's just right.

fishy by warschach

((smut-19417-1/1))

Izuku’s convinced his hot co-worker/neighbor, Katsuki, is a mermaid-or merman- you gotta consider genders even with mythical creatures- and plans to prove it.

(or this is kinda like the show ‘Monster Quest’, except Izuku actually finds said monster, falls in love, and have sexy times.)

home is where the waves crash. by tiredwrites

((4105-1/1))

Izuku thrashes in his cage, the fins that line his large tail flare with a dangerous purpose. The claws his fingers taper into slice through the water and catch the light that filters into the clear water of the aquarium tank he's in.

His gills flare in irritation as he flips around, muscled tail ramming into the three-inch glass barrier with a thundering BAM!

Bioluminescent sacs under clear scales flare and glow, flashing a brilliant toxic green. The team that had brought the merman into the tank watch the mer flail and roar, flexing the powerful jaws that can often unhinge, like a snake.

only the roses know by katyastark

((13193-5/5))

Izuku didn’t want to marry a foreigner. The person he wanted was here… somewhere. He didn’t have a face or a name to ascribe to his admirer. Only roses. For every name day and holiday since he was thirteen, he had received a perfect orange rose. He’d never seen anything so beautiful. The roses never failed to make him feel doted upon. It was their secret, and Izuku cherished it more than anything else in the world. He didn’t want to give that up for some stranger, for an alliance through a loveless marriage.

torn fur, blunt teeth by scribespirare

((smut-43013-17/17))

After eight months of being collared, Izuku is finally free. But a dark, stormy city is no place for a lonely shapeshifter on the run.

ignorance leads to bliss by nikawithspice

((smut-3941-1/1))

A brave wandering adventurer swoops in and saves a beautiful prince from danger, gets dragged to a celebratory bonfire and has a night that he could only have dreamed of!

Or, the one in which Midoriya Izuku accidentally gets married to a Dragon Prince but wouldn't have it any other way.

#bakudeku #bakudeku fic #bakudeku fics #bakudeku fic recs #bkdk #bkdk fic #bkdk fic recs #yeah

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RNM After Dark, Day 2!

Today's story is... different. Medical kink, lab sex, milking machines, barebacking, comeplay... it's a real mixed bag. Definitely rated Explicit. 6883 Words.

Here's a link to the story on AO3!

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"Compromised by a Foreign Body"

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Alex knew the way they were going about it was wrong. No matter how many times his father told him the aliens were nothing more than violent, seditious predators from another world, it never sat right. But, when it was time to do his duty, Alex had stepped into line. He’d even managed to pull his best friend, Liz Ortecho, into working in the biomedical lab for Project Shepherd. Being a Manes meant that even in what should be a strict, military hierarchy, Alex was a prince. So he made his own job, helped out where he wanted, and tried to not think about the things he’d done or seen when he went home at night.

“Alex, can you help me with the specimen extraction this week? I’m really behind on some notations from last week’s experiments. It would be a great help to me,” Liz said one afternoon. He’d been aimless all day, simply walking around the base to look busy but without an actual task. His stomach clenched, however, at the request. Specimen extraction brought him into very close contact with aliens, and there was one whose eyes never seemed to stay on the ground where they belonged. There was one whose eyes followed him, seeming to see through his fatigues and tracing every line of his body underneath.

“The females and males?” Alex asked, clearing his throat to get rid of his nerves. Liz gave him a curious look at the show of anxiety. She knew him well. She could tell this wasn’t something he wanted to do.

“Just the males. I just need a semen specimen. We’re seeing what happens if we crossbreed them with human female eggs and how that effects the DNA and RNA structures of any resulting hybrids. Just grab the three youngest and put them in the collection rooms. One sample from each should be plenty,” Liz went on, already returning to her microscope slides and file notations. Alex made sure to keep his face neutral as she glanced up to studied him while giving her instructions. He nodded shortly and left the lab, already mentally listing the tasks he’d need to perform in order to do a collection.

Alex had been given basic medical training when he’d been taken on at Project Shepherd. It was explained that at any point, one of their captives might have to be taken down with an injection if brute force was inadvisable. He’d also received extensive hand-to-hand combat training. Alex had found it interesting that de-escalation techniques hadn’t been taught as part of his training before coming onto the base. So far he’d only had to use the bare minimum of force to get his job done. He’d turned into something of a Jack-of-all-trades, however, when it came to medical or scientific technical procedures.

First, he stopped by the captive holding area and signaled his brother Flint over from the guard station. Flint gave him an annoyed scowl, but came over to where Alex was waiting.

“What’s up?” Flint asked, always informal to Alex by way of blood. If their father had seen, Flint would’ve been disciplined. Alex, though younger, outranked Flint and therefore should always be treated with the respect of a superior officer. Alex didn’t care as much. Flint was a stooge and would never be more than a glorified prison guard. His pantomimed respect wasn’t needed for Alex to know he was above him. But Alex knew if their father saw Flint being too familiar at work, he’d chastise him with a fist.

“I need male captives Max, Michael, and Noah to specimen collection,” Alex informed Flint formally. Flint gave him a speculative grin, but didn’t say anything. He nodded and went back to the guard desk to inform the other two soldiers on duty. Alex saw them share a glance and chuckle as Alex started towards the pharmacy. His next task was to pick up some Tri-Mix injection and then to make sure a few rooms were set up with the correct equipment for the procedure.

Alex tried to keep his mind on the business at hand. The laughing of the other soldiers needled at him in the back of his mind. He’d done this job a few times, but he didn’t take any pleasure from it. If the other guys could see what was involved in the process, maybe they’d realize that it wasn’t as sexy a scenario as they imagined. Maybe if Alex wasn’t gay, it wouldn’t have been an issue at all. Maybe if the aliens looked more… well… alien and not just like humans, it could’ve just been an abstract curiosity, a shitty work detail. They would’ve just commiserated with him for drawing the short straw. But he was gay, and they didn’t understand what happened behind the closed doors of the extraction rooms and these three aliens in particular were very attractive by human standards. He shuddered to imagine what deprived fantasies they’d built around him and the aliens. This only happened, of course, when he had to work with the males.

He made his way to the long hallway of rooms they used for technical procedures. Alex looked through the monitors over the tech’s shoulder at the monitoring station. Only one room was in use currently, and it looked like an autopsy was taking place. Alex grimaced inwardly to think they’d lost another alien to the ravages of time.

“Anything scheduled in rooms 5, 7, or 9 for the next hour?” Alex asked the monitor tech quietly. The soldier blinked up at him, as if just now aware someone else was in the small room with him. He cleared his throat and picked up the scheduling clipboard from the corner of his desk. Alex’s eyes strayed back to the occupied room, and he watched with sick fascination as things were taken out of the alien’s abdomen and loaded into bowls.

“Uh, looks like they’re free. Need to book ‘em, sir?” the young soldier asked, remembering protocol at the last moment.

“Yeah. Captain Alex Manes. Max, Michael, and Noah are being brought in for specimen extraction,” Alex told the soldier for his notes. He nodded and wrote down the details on his paper copy of the schedule. He’d type it into the online schedule later as well as any observational notes. With a last glance towards the wall of screens, Alex left the room and went to get the equipment cases out of storage.

Each case held a milking machine which included a cylinder with a latex liner, a connector hose, and a suction machine. Alex placed one in each room and plugged in the power supply to the suction machine so it could start warming up. He rifled through the cabinets that lined each room’s walls and found the lubricant, prostate stimulation equipment, and massage wands. He’d never needed to use the extras, but something about their presence made him feel like he was actually there to do a job. The machines would do most of the work. He was really just there to monitor and make sure the samples were collected and labeled correctly for Liz.

As he was just double-checking all his equipment, Dr. Valenti walked into the room he was in. Alex turned and eyed his ex-best friend warily. Kyle had been making strides towards repairing their friendship, but Alex was still skeptical.

“Hey man. Liz said you were doing a collection. I brought you the Tri-Mix injections. Mind if I help out?” Kyle asked, showing him the preloaded injection pens.

“Sure, I guess. There’s not much to do. Just inject them, sleeve them, turn on the milkers, and go get a cup of coffee until the sensors go off,” Alex said flippantly.

“You don’t do any manual or electrical stimulation before you sleeve them?” Kyle asked, sounding a bit shocked. Alex tried to shrug nonchalantly. He didn’t want to admit that manual and electrical stimulation felt like he was crossing a line somehow. He logically knew these were not humans with human feelings or cultural constructs about consent, but in his own mind it was a step too far. The injection made it medical, but if he actually started probing and touching… then it might just be what those soldiers at the containment area thought it was. Kyle must’ve read his thoughts, because he clapped Alex on the shoulder and gave him a patronizing grin.

“You get better samples if you stim them. I can show you on one if you like? Just so you can see it’s not what you think it is,” Kyle offered, squeezing Alex’s shoulder affectionately. Alex absolutely did not want to see… except that he did. He was going to hell for it, but he was curious. In fact, he was fucking fascinated, and he hated himself for it.

“I mean, if you’ve got the time?” Alex said, trying to give Kyle an out.

“Hey, what’s the joke about doctors and always being busy except they’re really golfing? Think of this as my golf break. I’m getting out of the clinic and getting to do something fun for a little while,” Kyle said with a laugh.

As if on cue, the sound of wheels in the hallway alerted them that the captives had arrived. Alex turned to see two men rolling in Max, the largest physically of their aliens, already naked and strapped to a gurney, gag in his mouth (to protect him from biting his tongue while coming off any medications used during the procedure). Alex felt a quick flash of rage that they hadn’t left him clothed or thrown a blanket over him. The guards placed his gurney in the middle of the room, locked the wheels, saluted to Alex and Kyle before they left. Alex watched Kyle’s eyes rove up and down Max’s body covetously. Max had been gagged and given a mild, but quickly dissipating sedative. Alex could tell that he was relatively aware of where he was, but couldn’t fight the bonds. He hardly did, even when the sedative wore off.

“Here, let’s reposition him a little. If we’re going to stim him, I need to have better access to his body. Did the guards flush their systems before they brought them up?” Kyle asked, already unstrapping one of Max’s legs. He reached under the gurney and pulled out a heel stirrup that he gently placed Max’s foot in before re-securing him for safety. He did the same with Max’s other leg, spreading him wide.

“Uh….,” Alex started, completely out of his depth. He looked up at Max who met his eyes and nodded, color infusing his cheeks like a blush. Kyle was finishing with the other foot when Alex finally answered. “Yeah. They did.”

“Good. That means I don’t have to,” Kyle replied with a laugh. He was transforming the gurney from a long bed into practically a chair in front of Alex’s eyes. Alex had no idea the gurneys had so many bells and whistles on them. With his legs spread wide, hips strapped down to the table, and naked, Max looked utterly exposed to them. Kyle was leaning over Max’s upper body, using a pen light to check his responses. “God, the meds they have now are remarkable. He’s already becoming cognizant again!”

“Yeah, they come to pretty quick,” Alex remarked dryly while he watched Kyle do a quick examination, checking reflexes.

"Let's get some gloves on and I'll show you what I mean about the manual stimulation. If he doesn't react, we can always give him the Tri-Mix, but this can sometimes remove the need to even use it," Kyle explained, moving over to the instrument cart and pulling out two pairs of non-latex gloves. He and Alex snapped them on and Kyle rolled the instrument cart over to beside the table. He grabbed a rolling stool that had been left in the corner of the room from another procedure and sat himself down between Max's spread legs. Alex could see Max's confusion as he lifted his head to try and see what Kyle was doing.

"Okay so," Kyle started, drawing Alex's attention back from Max's dark eyes to where he was covering two fingers in a copious amount of lubricant. Alex watched as he used the non-lubricated hand to spread Max's ass cheeks and expose his dusky, puckered hole. Max's leg muscles flexed against their restraints at the feeling. "Just like with human males, these guys have got something like a prostate. You'd stim it the same way you would for a human."

"I usually like my partners to be hard before I go sticking things into their asses," Alex mumbled, trying for a joking tone. Kyle beamed up at him.

"That would be preferable. But if that's the problem, you can stimulate the prostate first and the penis should start getting erect after. Have you worked with these captives before? Do you know if this one is able to get hard without the injection?" Kyle asked. He still held Max's cheeks open, exposing him as he carried on his conversation with Alex. Alex risked a glance up to see that Max was staring resolutely at the ceiling, flushed but stoic to his treatment. Alex wished they were allowed to speak with the captives and that they didn't have to stay gagged when out of confinement. He'd just ask Max if getting hard was an issue, or if it was just the degradation of being used as a lab rat that kept him flaccid.

"I don't know. Like I said, I've never tried to stim them before suctioning. Max has never come in already hard, but his body responds well to the Tri-Fix," Alex replied, trying to ignore the fine tremors he could see in Max's stomach muscles. Kyle was rubbing a thumb in contemplative circles over Max’s hole, spreading the lube from his fingers and almost seeming unaware of what he was doing as he and Alex talked.

"I bet he can! He's a hell of a specimen. Before we try the prostate, let's see if he responds to some other stimulation," Kyle said with an excited clap. He stood up abruptly and walked to the side of the table. Alex stood on the other side, promising himself he would be polite and watch but wouldn't participate. Kyle took his time looking over Max's physique. In a familiar gesture, he set his hands high on Max's chest.

"Hey handsome," Kyle crooned. He slowly rubbed his hands up and down Max's chest, trailing his fingers lightly over the skin. Max darted his eyes to Alex in obvious confusion and alarm. Kyle followed his gaze. "Ignore him. I'm going to take care of you today."

Alex let his eyes slip away and back down to Kyle's hands. They smoothed over Max's skin, down over his ribs and stomach, then back up so his thumbs could tease lightly over Max's dark pink nipples. Max shifted under Kyle's attention.

"You've got to convince the blood to come up to the surface of the skin," Kyle murmured to Alex while he kept eye contact with Max. Kyle started to rub over Max's nipples more firmly, stroking over the tightening nubs. Pleased with their erectness, he hummed thoughtfully before trailing his hands down to rest on Max’s hipbones. Alex noticed the uptick in Kyle’s breathing and dilation in his eyes as he moved one hand to cup Max’s cock. He rocked the heel of his hand gently before circling his thumb and first finger around the shaft and stroking. Max’s body started to respond to the attention, his cock plumping up in Kyle’s grip as he kept stroking over him smoothly.

“That’s it,” Kyle cooed encouragingly. Max shifted under him as much as he could, head pressed back against the gurney and staring resolutely towards the ceiling. His face was flushed and the red stain seemed to be moving down towards his chest the harder he got. Alex jumped when a hand came into his view suddenly. “Put some more lube on my fingers.”

Alex obeyed Kyle’s order and watched him push one slick finger into Max’s hole, making the alien jump in surprise. Expertly, Kyle crooked his finger and within a few searching thrusts was able to locate Max’s prostate. Alex glanced up to check Max’s cock and was surprised to find him almost painfully engorged. Kyle followed his line of sight and smiled, turning to look at Alex triumphantly.

“Told you man, nothing to it. Hand me the suction canister and we’ll get him hooked up and pumping.” Alex shuddered at the excitement in Kyle’s voice, the eagerness, but he did was he was asked. As soon as the canister was lowered over Max’s cock, cool plastic resting against his belly, Kyle flipped a switch to began low suction. Max’s cock jerked in response to the tight pressure build and release of the machine, and Alex heard a low groan escape from behind his gag. Kyle had managed to work two fingers into his hole while Alex had watched the machine begin its work and was thrusting them in time with the machine. A glance further down and Alex could see the solid outline of Kyle’s own cock straining against his scrub pants.

“Uh, I’m going to go get started on one of the other captives,” Alex spoke up, feeling awkward at continuing to stand by the scene in front of him. Kyle gave him a friendly smile, fingers and wrist still working away.

“Sure, go do Michael. Noah, from what I understand, is a tougher case and I’d like to commit my full attention to him. After this, we can go do lunch if you want?” Kyle offered easily. Alex nodded and made a non-committal sound before turning and quickly exiting the room. He wasn’t fast enough to not hear Kyle murmuring softly to Max before he left. “You’re doing so good, Max. Look at these balls, man. You’re going to give up a big load for us today, huh?”

Alex wished he could bleach his brain.

He quickly closed the door behind him and moved towards the room he knew Michael to be in. He’d seen Michael around the compound. He was hard to miss with his curls, sharp smile, and sad eyes. Alex had tried to ignore him, but he found himself more and more aware of him each time they crossed paths. When he entered the exam room to find him naked and conscious, strapped and gagged the same as Max on the gurney, he flushed hot with a mix of embarrassment and want. He shut the door quietly behind him.

“Hey Michael,” Alex greeted him quietly. Michael’s eyes roved up and down his body, undressing him, challenging him despite his position. Feeling exposed, Alex moved towards the gurney slowly. The closer he got, the more of Michael’s body he could see. His cock was nestled serenely against his balls, a short, dark thatch of hair surrounding his groin and leading up his stomach and over his chest. Alex wanted to run his fingers through the hair, tangle himself in it, bury his face against it… but he knew that was inappropriate. No matter how attractive he found him, the alien was not in any position to consent to anything, and Alex knew it. He was still tempted, however.

To try to hide the awkwardness he was feeling, Alex busied himself with positioning the cart next to the gurney. He gloved up and reached for the lube, immediately dropping it when Michael cleared his throat next to him. The bottle clattered loudly on the metal cart, knocking the milking canister onto the ground. Alex fumbled to try to catch it before it rolled too far away. A knock sounded at the door and one of the guard’s voices came through.

“You okay, sir?”

“I’m fine!” Alex called back, face flaming in embarrassment. He looked at Michael who gave him a smug and superior grin around the obstruction in his mouth. Alex set the canister back on the table and bent over Michael to hiss at him. “Don’t be a dick!”

Michael gave him a raised eyebrow in response as if to say ‘who, me?’

“Yes, you,” Alex snapped. He moved back over to the table and picked up the lube again. Again, Michael pointedly cleared his throat. Alex abruptly turned to look at him, eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What?!”

Michael just looked at him for a moment, waiting for him to catch up. With a huff, Alex moved to block the view of the camera and loosened the gag enough to slide it out of Michael’s mouth. He watched Michael moved his jaw around and swallow convulsively a few times, resisting the urge to get him some water, while he waited for Michael to speak.

“What do you want, Michael?” Alex asked, trying to put steel into his voice to cow Michael’s nonchalant, almost playful attitude.

“I was going to say, you could at least buy me dinner before you start sticking probes into me,” Michael replied, his voice rough but steady. Alex stared at him incredulously.

“Are you trying to flirt with me?” he asked, unable to stop himself. Shock was an adequate description for how he was feeling about this turn of events.

“No. I am flirting with you, private,” Michael replied, giving Alex another once over before continuing. “How am I doing?”

“This is the least sexy situation I could possibly imagine being flirted with in,” Alex answered flatly.

“Well, you refuse to come visit me in my cell, so this is what I’ve got to work with. Besides, you’re about to have to get me hard enough to spurt for science. Maybe you should work on your bedside manner.” Alex stared down at Michael on the table. His eyes moved down to his exposed cock, still flaccid, and then over to the milking machine on the table. His ears felt warm and he was sure he was blushing.

“I don’t think that’ll be a problem. After all, I could always just inject you with Tri-Fix if you don’t want to get hard naturally,” Alex countered, trying not to let how flustered he was feeling show through in his voice. Michael gave him a frankly filthy grin in response.

“With the right stimulation, I’ve never had a problem getting hard naturally. Besides, have you ever had one of those tubes on your dick before?” Michael whistled low in apparent appreciation. “Science is wonderful. I’m all for science.”

“No, I’ve never--” Alex started, affronted at the mere idea that he would use government property for his own pleasure that way.

“Maybe you should climb up here and give it a try….” Michael suggested in a conspiratorial tone.

“There’s no way. There are cameras in here,” Alex protested, wondering why he wasn’t shoving the gag back in Michael’s mouth and getting on with the sample collection.

“I can fix that, ya know. These drugs they have us on dull my powers quite a bit, but I’m still pretty good at shorting out electronics when I need to,” Michael countered. He rushed on as Alex opened his mouth to respond. “You can keep me tied down. You can, uh… manually… collect your sample for the lab from me and take a spin on the suck tube at the same time.”

“I could never…” Alex protested weakly. He hated that he was even considering it. He didn’t know what Michael’s plan was, but he was pretty sure getting his dick sucked by a robot was not acceptable protocol under any circumstances.

“You can gag me again if you want to keep me quiet,” Michael said, voice almost a purr. Alex contemplated the idea, eyes straying from Michael to the milking canister and then surreptitiously up towards where the cameras were. Curiosity was getting the best of him. Curiosity and hormones. This close he could smell the petrichor and salt scent of Michael’s skin and make out the green flecks hidden amongst the amber of his eyes.

“If you can take out the cameras…” Alex started, but before he could finish he heard a faint cry of dismay from the observation room. Panicking, Alex shoved the gag back into Michael’s mouth and hoped to God it hadn’t been visibly out on the video. A second later, one of the monitor techs came into the room looking thunderous.

“Everything okay?” Alex asked the tech who had grabbed a chair and angrily shoved it into a corner. He started to climb up onto the seat, his eyes trained on the small dome on the ceiling that held the camera.

“This fucking piece of shit. Always shorts out on me. Goddamnit,” he cursed, removing the protective dome to look at the wiring beneath. He cursed again and hopped down, coming over to stand in front of Alex. “I’m going to have to replace the whole thing. Something major burned up. Do you want to postpone this procedure or--”

“No!” Alex cut in, his voice sharply cutting off the tech. The tech gave him a wide-eyed look. “I just… I’m not going to have time later. Look, he’s secured down. There are guards outside the door. I’ll be fine. He’s not going to cause me any trouble, will you?”

Alex directed the last question at Guerin who looked between him and the tech and lolled his head as if he were still slightly dopey. The tech squinted at him, but seemed to take the act at face value.

“Fine. Just give me a heads-up when you’re done so I can get in here. And don’t fucking undo any of those straps, got it? They’re there for your protection!” Alex gave him a grave nod and the tech turned and strode out of the room. As soon as the door snicked shut behind him, Alex turned and stared wide-eyed at an obviously unrepentant Michael. Alex removed his gag again, bending close to his ear before speaking.

"If you tell anyone about this, I will have you thrown into solitary for a week," Alex threatened in a low voice. It felt empty because he knew if Michael told anyone, his father would find him and put him in a hole in the ground. There was something about Michael's offer though… a feeling between them that made Alex sure the risk would pay out.

"I won't tell," Michael replied quietly. There was a sadness in his voice that pierced Alex's heart and he moved to be able to see Michael's eyes. They stared at each other for a long moment, each searching for something needed but fragile and better left silent between them. Alex ended their silent back and forth by bending down and pressing their lips together. It was sweet and chaste, a seal for their understanding, and when he pulled back he felt like their bargain was solidly struck. Quietly, Alex moved the extra chair from the corner under the broken camera and wedged it under the doorknob. When he turned back to face Michael, he immediately began to unbutton his shirt enough to pull it and his undershirt off over his head. He leaned against the table to tackle his boots, pants, and prosthesis. With an embarrassing lack of grace, Alex proceeded to climb onto the gurney and straddle Michael's thighs.

Michael's eyes were wide and darkened with lust as they scanned over Alex’s naked body. He looked hungry in a way Alex was all too familiar with. Alex noted to his smug relief that Michael’s cock had gotten half hard at his striptease and was growing firmer beneath him. Without a word, Alex reached over and grabbed the lube bottle, squeezing some into his palm before slicking Michael's cock with it. The friction made Michael groan quietly, his eyes fluttering shut as Alex stroked him with a firm hand and brought him to full hardness. Alex’s own cock was beginning to throb and ache with neglect, but he didn't want to touch himself too soon. The risk of the situation was turning him on almost as much as Michael beneath him, his hips flexing into Alex’s grip in aborted thrusts.

Alex let go of Michael and lifted onto his knees. Keeping eye contact with Michael, he took his still slick hand and reached behind himself to push two fingers into his hole. It was almost too much too soon, but Alex liked the burn and needed this part to go quick. He didn’t realize his eyes had slipped shut, unable to concentrate on anything but the stretch and pressure of his digits as he rocked his hips back and twisted his fingers to make the stretch go faster.

"Oh shit," Michael breathes out beneath him. Alex opened his eyes and pinned Michael with a hard stare before swooping down to kiss him again. This kiss wasn't sweet. It wasn't chaste or simple. Alex licked at the seam of Michael's mouth once and barely gaves the other man time to accept him before he was pushing his way in. If Michael was hungry, Alex was fucking starving. Not that he’d gotten a taste, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop.

Michael moaned into their kisses, his body shifting restlessly, claiming as much movement as he could against the restraints.

"Shhhh," Alex warned, breaking their kiss. He shuffled forward enough to be able to reach behind himself and grasp Michael's cock. Goosebumps broke out over his skin as he pressed the blunt tip to his wet hole. Biting his lip, Alex forced his body to relax and accept Michael's generous girth. It was almost too much and after a few slow drags where he only managed to shove a few inches at a time into himself, Alex pulled off and added more lube. The next time he pushed down, it was like his body just accepted Michael and made room accordingly. Both he and Michael let out harsh, gutted breathes when Alex managed to fully sheath Michael inside him.

"Fucking christ," Alex groaned, trying to stay quiet but already feeling his body scream for him to start fucking himself stupid on the perfect cock stuffed in him. Beneath him, eyes squeezed shut, Michael nodded and Alex watched as his hands and fingers flexed in an echo of Alex's own need to move. Slowly, Alex began to rock his hips and get his first exquisite taste of the pull and push of Michael's cock lighting up his insides. Wrapping a hand around his cock, Alex noted how wet and messy his shaft was from the leaking precum drooling out of the tip. He used that wetness to ease the way as he stroked himself lightly in time with the undulations of his hips.

"Please," Michael gasped out beneath him. "Oh fuck, please."

Alex knew what he wanted, wanted it himself, but also knew they made a plan. Carefully, he reached over to the instrument table and picked up the plastic cylinder end of the milking machine. Inside it was a PVC sleeve that molded itself around the recipient's penis once the suction was started. Then, according to the dials on the machine, the sleeve would go taut and relax with a rhythmic click and hiss, effectually sucking off the wearer until he blew his load and the sample collection sensor went off. The load would then be scraped from the inside of the sleeve and collected into a tube to be given to the lab. Alex knew all of that, had the technical knowledge down pat in his brain, but was unprepared for the foreign feeling of sliding his own cock into the smooth, cool fabric of the milker cylinder. With a barely trembling hand, he pressed the ‘on’ switch and waited for the first pull.

He didn't know what he’d been led to expect, but it wasn't the vice-like, fluid pressure that made his hips hitch forward instinctively to get more of that tight clutching feeling. Alex felt a moan get dragged past his lips, echoed by Michael as he began to fuck forward against the milker and then back onto Michael's cock.

"Oh god," Alex moaned brokenly, curling forward over the cylinder in helpless abandon. The angle pressed Michael's cock hard against his prostate, and Alex indulged himself in a few shallow thrusts that brushed the head of Michael's cock against that spot over and over. His body felt like it was getting expertly rung out, and he now understood why there wasn't more of a revolt against the collection process by the alien captives. They were getting an expert blow job by a robot on the government's dime.

When Alex could drag his eyes open, he looked down and saw his own helpless pleasure echoed on Michael's face. His lips were parted in an "oh" of surprise, eyebrows drawn together like he wasn't sure if he was in pain or in ecstasy, and sweat beaded his hairline and neck. He looked like a ravaged Greek demigod laid bare at Alex's whim. The sight made Alex’s body shudder with a wave of lust for the alien beneath him. He didn’t know if it was because he was alien or because Alex was in the midst of intense pleasure, but he wanted to never leave in that instant.

"Fuck, look at you," Alex couldn't help saying. He pushed back, arching and reaching until he could brace his hands on Michael's legs to grind back down in his prick. The cylinder jut from his groin obscenely between them, position change not effecting its mechanical precision. Michael opened his eyes and stared up at Alex, a look if wonder on his face.

"I wanna touch you," he said, voice quiet enough to almost get lost under the hum of the machine. Alex smirked down at him, feeling fuck drunk and bold at his naked worship.

"Where do you wanna touch me? Tell me," Alex demanded, voice breathy.

"I want to touch your neck. I want to twist my hands in your hair and put you where I want you," Michael said, voice serious like he was in a confessional booth telling his sins. Alex hummed in response, sitting up straight and moving his hands up his chest to his neck and then into his hair.

"Like this?" Alex asked, smiling at the covetous, feral look on Michael's face as Alex acted out his words. He let his eyes slip shut so he could imagine that instead of restrained, Michael was simply dictating his desires to him.

"Yeah. Like that," he agreed. His eyes trailed lower and he began talking again. "I want to rake my nails down your chest. I want to pinch and suck your nipples, abuse your tits until you're begging for me to stop."

Alex let his hands fall from his hair down to his chest. He raked his fingers down the front of his pecs and stomach, not stopping until he was almost at his pubes. He slid his fingers back up to his nipples and plucked at them with savage, twisting, pinching fingers. The zings of pain shot down to his groin, where his balls were drawing up tight to his body, the finish line in sight for him. The rhythm of the machine picked up and Alex opened his eyes in time to see Michael looking intently at the knots that controlled speed and intensity.

"Where else?" Alex gasped, the increased setting of the machine making him tip forward to brace himself with his hands on Michael’s chest, so he could fuck himself harder onto Michael's cock in time. He could see in Michael's face he was getting close too, trying to hold out until Alex busted.

"After I come in your ass, I want you to sit on my face and let me eat you out. I want to taste you and me on my tongue. I wanna watch you squirm, oversensitive and mewling as I tongue fuck you into a second orgasm," Michael managed to say through a gasping, pained groan. His hips were flexing minutely under Alex, trying impotently to reciprocate the harsh pounding he was getting as Alex rode him.

"Fuck!" Alex almost yelled, his body starting to seize at the thought, thrusts going erratic as he rode through his orgasm on with his body on automatic pilot. A beeping sensor on the machine went off and the machine automatically shut itself off. Gingerly, he broke the suction around the base of his cock and slid the cylinder from his body. Feeling wrecked and still impossible full of cock, Alex looked down at Michael who was breathing hard and looking pained at the full stop of their activities. Alex gave him an evil smile when their eyes met.

"Your turn, cowboy," he said. Michael looked at him in momentarily confusion until Alex pulled off his cock with groan. He felt so empty without Michael inside him. He felt like his ass was gaping where his legs were still spread on either side of Michael’s hips. He twisted around and slid the used cylinder over Michael's hard-as-nails prick. Machine in place, Alex reached over and flipped on the machine again, overriding the collection sensor and making sure to turn up the speed to bring Michael off swiftly. He turned back to Michael's face, watching him go from shock to stricken within seconds. Alex bent low, resting some of his body weight on top of Michael’s chest, and mouthing at his jaw and neck. He felt the vibrations of whimpers and quiet moans against his cheek as he nibbled at Michael's ear.

"Once you cum in the cylinder, I'm going to make sure you get a taste of us before I dump the sample due to compromise by a foreign body. That means we'll have to do this again tomorrow. And tomorrow? I'm going to fuck your throat while the machine gets a clean sample from you," Alex whispered into his ear. Michael made an unmistakable noise of release, a tight, gasping sob as his cock was milked dry. The selection alarm chimed again and Alex turned off the machine with an easy flick of his wrist.

Good to his word, Alex twisted and broke the suction of the cylinder. Because of the double load, when he moved it off Michael's cock, he could see their combined spunk coating Michael's length in a pearlescent sheen. Inspired, Alex bent down and dragged his tongue down the length of Michael's softening cock. He turned back to Michael, dumping the cylinder haphazardly onto the instrument cart before sealing his lips over Michael's. Michael opened his mouth hungrily, tongue tangling against Alex's and greedily stealing all traces of their combined flavor for himself. When they broke apart, Alex smiled down at Michael for a moment, giving him one last kiss, before moving off of him and the gurney.

He once again leaned against the side of the gurney and put himself back together. By the time he was completely re-outfitted in his fatigues, his mind was once again on business. He turned and pushed the gag back into Michael's mouth before he could say anything. Michael stared at him in confusion until Alex grabbed a hand towel and laid it over Michael's lap to cover his nudity. He gave Michael a sad smile before he went and removed the chair from in front of the door and stuck his head out into the corridor.

"Captive is ready for transport back to the pen," he called to the guards on duty. He backed away when they came back in the room and unlocked the wheels of Michael's gurney. Michael stared at him in something like betrayal as he was wheeled away. After he was gone, Alex washed out the cylinders sleeve and wrote a note on Michael's chart to schedule him for a second collection the following day.

Alex wasn't sure how he felt about what had just happened. Now, in the quiet of the empty collection room, he wondered if it had been an elaborate dream. He wondered if he'd wake up soon in his own bed, tired and disoriented and dreading another day of work at Caulfield. He also couldn't deny that what had just happened definitely wasn't a dream if the ache in his muscles and the slick feeling between his ass cheeks were to be trusted. He felt guilty for judging Kyle’s lasciviousness when he couldn’t stop himself from riding his captive like a rodeo bull. Was he as bad as the other guards thought, or was it just Michael? Alex couldn’t imagine doing anything that had just happened to another captive or man that he knew.

One thing was for certain, he was already in too deep to want to stop. He hadn’t come that hard since he’d learned where his prostate was. He just didn’t know how he was going to schedule in more time for him and Michael to see each other after tomorrow. With a sigh, he left the room and went back to his office to think through his actions. A flask of bourbon waited in his desk drawer to help him find the answers.

#rnmafterdark2021 #rnmafterdark #malex fic #malex #michael guerin #alex manes #blink and you miss it valevans #medical kink

[chimchimsauce]

XS (IX - Jesus)

“Give me just a little bit MORE”

Being the son of the largest gang in the country, Kim Taehyung might as well be a prince. He is more powerful than any one man should be and is not afraid to get rid of anything - or anyone that gets in his way.

So when a man is unable to pay back the gigantic loan he owes Taehyung, the heir is all too happy to take his life. Moments away from pulling the trigger, a girl more beautiful than he’s ever seen bursts in and offers her life for her father’s. Taehyung knows right away that he wants her.

And Taehyung gets everything he wants.

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

YN would have never thought that gangs would be so formal. She supposes they must be, to make sure no one steps out of line. Still, it's never been something she's thought about until this moment.

Rows and rows of tatted and terrifying men stand in identical black suits, all expressionless in the grand hall the ceremony is taking place in. YN can't even see the back of the crowd. There's no way this can just be the higher-ups in the gang. This has to be everyone.

In the very front of the room, YN stands to the left of her husband. Taehyung is sporting a bright red suit, something so eye-catching that you'd be able to pick him out of the crowd from a mile away. On YN's left, Jungkook and a few other people YN hasn't met yet stand in their own black suits, a single red rose in their breast pockets. It makes YN nervous. Her eyes scan over all the assembled gang members, wondering if any of them are going to try and pull something that could get her killed. Taehyung notices YN's slight squirming and moves to hold her hand, squeezing it. YN gets the message and stops moving, hoping that she hasn't pissed him off too much.

A few feet away from Taehyung, Taehyung's father and his wife stand mirroring YN and Taehyung, the older man beaming with pride.

"I always knew you'd be the perfect heir, Taehyung," his father says quiet enough for just the four of them to hear, "You've always been tough, so much stronger than your brother."

"Brother? Taehyung has a brother?"

Out of the side of YN's eye, she notices the stiffening of one of the men she hasn't had the displeasure of meeting yet. She guesses that he's probably Taehyung's brother. YN looks at him as discreetly as possible. This nameless man does not look a thing like Taehyung. Their body builds, heights, and face shapes are vastly different. But now that YN is looking, she can tell that this man is definitely Taehyung's brother if for no other reason than he looks a lot like Taehyung's father.

He looks over and locks eyes with YN and she gasps slightly in surprise, looking away from him. She doesn't want to make any enemies and she thinks the best possible way to do this is to not have anything to do with anyone. It'll be incredibly lonely, but at least she won't be worrying about getting attached when she eventually finds a way out of this.

Someone must have sent out a signal because the entire room's atmosphere changes. If YN thought it was stiff before, it's stifling now. An elderly man opens the door at the far end of the other room, walking incredibly slowly. It gives YN flashbacks from yesterday's wedding and she's glad that it's not her going down the aisle anymore.

It takes several tense minutes for the suited old man to make it to the front. His face is wrinkled like a pug's, rolls of skin covering his eyes his cheeks drooping. He walks with the assistance of a golden cane he grasps tightly with his liver-spotted hand. The old man struggles to make it up to the stairs and no one moves to help him, even though YN would if she wasn't afraid of the possible consequences.

It makes it after forever and stands between Taehyung and his Father, reaching out to both of them and placing their hands in his own, folding them one on top of each other gently. He stands as still as death, whispering something in what YN believes is Italian but could honestly be Greek for all she knows. He prays for several minutes with his eyes closed and YN is captivated.

She hasn't been here for very long but already she can tell how oddly religious this gang is. There are paintings of Catholic saints all over the walls in this room and a giant marble Jesus statue is behind them.

The irony is not lost on her. YN has never met a man as unholy as Taehyung.

When he's done, the priest slides a ring Taehyung's father is wearing and slides it onto Taehyung's finger. The old man raises Taehyung and his Father's hands above his head before releasing them. Taehyung and his father turn wordlessly and walk to the Jesus statue, dipping their hands into a basin of water in front of it. The old man wobbles towards them and flicks water on Taehyung before reaching into his white robes and pulling out a bottle of ash. He smears it on Taehyung's forehead and then replaces it into his clothing, inching his way down the stairs and slowly exiting the room.

YN allows herself to relax. It's finally over.

"Get ready to hit the deck," Taehyung says, leaning over and pretending to kiss her forehead.

"Wha-" YN starts.

She never gets the chance to finish her sentence. Taehyung drops to the ground and rips YN's ankle towards him, causing her to fall flat on her back. The breath gets knocked out of her when she hits the ground hard. YN doesn't have time to process what's going on as the other men next to her fall just as quickly, all of them as close to the ground as possible.

Looking into the crowd, YN sees why. People wearing red scarves around their heads have barged into the room carrying guns of all shape and size. Men scream as bullets begin to fly overhead, landing in several of the attendees.

"Taehyung?!" YN shrieks, looking back at her husband in terror.

There's a massacre going on.

He doesn't look the least bit bothered, beginning to army crawl deeper onto the stage they're on.

"Crawl unless you wanna die, Spitfire," he says, grinning at her.

A psychopath. Taehyung is a psychopath.

Still, she crawls after him, all of her body aching with every movement. A bullet flies into a marble pillar next to her head and she screams, freezing and putting her arms over her head. It's too much. She doesn't know what to do, frozen in fear.

A hand touches her waist and she whips her head around to look at who it is. It's that driver.

"Come on," he says, "I know you're scared, but we gotta go."

YN looks at him through wet eyes and nods once, determined to get out of this alive. She tries to tune out the gunshots and the yelling as best she can, focusing on crawling after Jungkook's gigantic black shoes. It takes all of her mental strength to move her arms and drag herself across the floor. The driver flanks her directly, shielding her from behind.

Once she's behind the gigantic Jesus statue, YN can see an opened hole in the ground. Jungkook hops down confidently and shaking badly, YN chucks off her heels and slides into the hole, worried that the drop will be too high.

"I got ya, Princess," Jungkook says, grabbing YN's waist and helping her into the darkness. The driver drops down immediately after and closes the latch, closing it and locking it with the mechanism in it.

The small tunnel they're inside of is lit will slights every yard or so. The group waltzes down the path like they haven't just escaped a shooting. YN can barely stand.

"Do you need me to carry you?" Jungkook says patronizingly.

"Fuck off," she hisses.

Ignoring the way she trembles, YN yanks her stupid long dress up as high as she can, walking barefoot. She must look a mess.

"Awe, looks like she can do something for herself," Jungkook sneers, "Taehyung, you really should have picked someone a little smarter."

YN really wants to give him a piece of her mind but right now it's everything she can do not to pass out. She barely got any sleep, her body hurts from everything Taehyung did to her and she hasn't eaten since she was first kidnapped.

"You're such an asshole," is the best she can do.

"She's so pretty though," Taehyung says, causing YN's skin to crawl, "I don't mind her being a little slow."

She hates him. The group falls silent. For several minutes, no one says anything at all.

"Is anyone going to tell me what's going on?!" YN asks, frustrated and terrified.

"Don't ask questions, darling. That's not very becoming for a woman," Taehyung says, turning his head around and smiling at her, "Curiosity killed the cat, you know."

Taehyung waves his hand in the air.

"But don't worry, YN. You'll find out soon enough."

YN doesn't dare press him further. Dread lays heavy in her stomach.

After traveling for quite some time more, Taehyung stops at what looks like just another piece of the hallway, rapping his knuckles against it three times. A secret door swings inwards and Taehyung steps into it, everyone following them.

When YN is inside the room, she sees a few more men with red ties around their heads. They stand with a hostage on his knees, the man's face concealed with a burlap bag.

"Good job, men," Taehyung says.

They bow their heads to him in appreciation.

"Let me see him."

One of the guards pulls the burlap sack off and YN's eyes widen.

Chapter Ten

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[gameofdrarry]

Wizards Hearts Smut Recs: BDSM

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here. Players could opt in to an additional suit of 13 cards, all themed around various popular smut tropes.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 We Take Care of Each Other by keyflight790 Rated:  Explicit Words:  54308 Tags: BDSM, bdsm club, Dom Neville Longbottom, Dom Draco Malfoy, Top Draco Malfoy, Top Neville Longbottom, Bottom Harry Potter, although it might seem like hes a dom at first, Sub Harry Potter, Teddy Lupin makes an appearance, as does Luna and Rolf, but not...sexually, Set in 2009, So Teddy is turning 11, just for context, Draco is the only one who penetrates Harry though, in case you were concerned, but Neville is there.. a lot, Flogging, Rimming, Will tag all of these in chap notes as well, for squicks and such, this is pretty indulgent, For the Writer, learn all of keyflights kinks, by reading this fic, note: every BDSM club is slightly different, so if this isnt your experience, no problemo, but please don't judge the writer on their experiences, and notes and research, More tags to follow, dom/sub dynamics, Safewords, Sex Toys, past trauma discussions, TW: Panic Attacks, Panic Attacks, draco is a bit of a switch, but he doms in this fic, Spanking, Daddy Kink, TW: spousal abuse (Narcissa and Lucius mentioned in chap 10), TW: Breakdowns, daddy Neville Longbottom, Little Theodore Nott, Anal Sex, Praise Kink, Choking, Masturbation, self love, did i mention theres spanking?, theres spanking, harry gets spanked by, Daddy Dom Neville Longbottom, Talks of Death, Suicidal Thoughts, discussions of dying, Harry talks about his canon death and rebirth Summary:  Draco has been having panic attacks for years, until his best friend, Pansy, welcomes him into a whole new world. And he thought being a wizard was neat. Being a dom was even better. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Don't Have to Say the Words by jeni_andtheafterthought Rated:  Explicit Words:  2944 Tags: Established Relationship, Auror Harry Potter, Potioneer Draco Malfoy, Domestic, Angst with a Happy Ending, Insecurity, Anxiety, Healer Harry Potter, Smut, Anal Sex, they have a cat, PWP, EWE Summary:  Draco is having a hard time separating his own insecurities from the difficulties in his relationship with Harry. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Hand That Feeds You by gracerene Rated:  Explicit Words:  17381 Tags: Harry Potter, Epilogue Compliant, Non-Linear Narrative, Infidelity, BDSM, Dom/subTotal Power Exchange, Minor Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Dom Draco Malfoy, Sub Harry Potter, Collars, Praise Kink, Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Hand Jobs, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Subspace, Aftercare, Bondage, Sex Toys, Anal Sex, Bottom Harry Potter, Top Draco Malfoy, Ambiguous/Open Ending, H/D Food Fair 2018, Hand Feeding, Post-Hogwarts, Post-Second War with Voldemort, POV Harry Potter Summary:  Harry needs something only Draco can provide. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Little Prince, Kneel  by DragonGirl87 Rated:  Explicit Words:  478006 Tags: BDSM, Dom/sub, Dom Harry Potter, Top Harry Potter, Sub Draco Malfoy, Bottom Draco Malfoy, Experienced Harry, Sexual Tension, Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Head Auror Harry Potter, Lawyer Draco Malfoy, Redeemed Draco Malfoy, Flirting, First Dates, Romantic Harry Potter, Sassy Draco Malfoy, POV Harry Potter, POV Draco Malfoy, Falling In Love, Harry Has Secrets, Not Epilogue Compliant, Harry Potter & Ginny Weasley Friendship, Teddy Lupin was Raised by Harry Potter, Magical BDSM, Rope Bondage, Shibari, Safe Sane and Consensual, Safewords, Shower Sex, Masturbation in Shower, Draco Malfoy Loves Dogs, Good Narcissa Black Malfoy, Sexual Fantasy, Discipline, Non-Sexual Bondage, Punishment, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Beads, Anal Plug, Riding Crops, Teasing, Dungeon, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Forced Orgasm, BDSM Munch, Master/Pet, Collars, Leashes, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Sex Toys, Improvised Sex Toys, Improved Use Of A Spatula, Protective Harry Potter, Possessive Harry Potter, Spanking, Prostate Massage, Power Play, Praise Kink, Aftercare, Sensation Play, Blindfolds, Subspace, Mild subdrop, Rutting, Wax Play, Angst, Pyrophobia, Draco Malfoy Speaks French, Harry Potter Speaks French Summary:  Almost immediately after the war, Harry Potter took his godson and Andromeda and left England behind. He returned five, nearly six, years later; changed, healed, and a very different man altogether. Now an extremely handsome bachelor in his late twenties, and with a promising career at the Ministry, he suddenly finds his life turned upside down after unexpectedly bumping into his former school nemesis, Draco Malfoy, Prosecutor Extraordinaire. Is Harry going to be able to stay away from Draco? Does he even want to? And exactly how will Draco react once he discovers how the Saviour prefers to spend his free time? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Misguided at Best by agentmoppet Rated:  Explicit Words:  3011 Tags: Bondage, BDSM, POV Draco Malfoy, Dom/sub, Sub Harry, Dom Draco Summary:  Draco has grown bored of the aristocratic fetish clubs, and decides to try something new. But he never would have expected to find Harry Potter, disguised and on his knees, waiting for him. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Gift  by magpie_fngrl Rated:  Explicit Words:  26069 Tags: Writer Draco Malfoy, Voyeurism, Sharing, Dildos, Blindfolds, Internalized Homophobia, Homophobic Language, Captive Prince Darker Themes: please see chapter notes, Bondage, Discipline, Sensation Play, Semi-Public Sex, Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Lack of aftercare in one instance, Explicit Sexual Content Summary:  "‘You’ll give me an hour of your time and I’ll take your thoughts and your worries. You’ll let me take control; dictate your actions. One hour where you’ll blindly obey me—in return for… distraction. ’"Or, in which Draco is a writer struggling with his first novel, Harry is worried about something he won't reveal, and they both try to figure out how to put their tangled past behind them and move on. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Sweet Little Distractions by krystalliumm Rated:  Explicit Words:  3103 Tags: Gay, Gay Sex, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Bottom Draco Malfoy, Top Harry Potter, Kinky, Established Relationship, Boyfriends, Rimming, Anal FingeringPlot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Dom/sub Undertones, Light Bondage, Fluff and Smut, that's literally all that this is, Don't Judge Me, Dorks in Love, AAAAAAi'm a simp for these two, just read it omfg, Light BDSM, Smut, Fluff, Soft Harry Potter, Soft Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts Era, Banter Summary:  Draco thinks studying for his NEWTs was the worst—it's tiring, stressful, and exhausting. Luckily, Harry's there to be his sweet little distraction. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 A Man Like Him by darkestbliss Rated:  Explicit Words:  60132 Tags: Post-Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Romance, Slow Burn, BDSM, Loss of Virginity, Virgin Draco Malfoy, Bottom Draco Malfoy, Sub Draco Malfoy, Experienced Harry Potter, Top Harry Potter, Dom Harry Potter, Anal Fingering, Anal SexRimming, Contracts, Impact Play, Flogging, Whipping, Suspension, Wax Play, Safewords, Biting, Oral Sex, Orgasm Denial, Subspace, Aftercare, Safe Sane and Consensual, Drinking, Smoking, Breathplay, Boggarts, References to ABBA, NSFW Art, Falling In Love, Porn With Plot, Harry/Draco Big Bang 2018, Community: harrydracobang Summary:  Draco Malfoy has made a name for himself after the War as 'the wizarding world's best interior architectural designer' (his words), taking old, decrepit spaces and transforming them into exquisite homes for those who can afford the hefty price tag. His most recent assignment is number twelve, Grimmauld Place, which has only deteriorated more in condition since the elusive Harry Potter inherited it after Sirius Black's death. When he stumbles upon a collection of questionable items in one of Potter's wardrobes, he finds himself appalled, shocked, distraught, and just a little bit turned on. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Scars and Lions by kizkhalifa Rated:  Explicit Words:  10411 Tags: EWE, Light Bondage, Teasing Summary:  The one in which Harry Potter orders a "call guy" for dinner (+fun) and Draco Malfoy shows up. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Aftershocks by Lokifan Rated:  Explicit Words:  1447 Tags: Fingerfucking, Anal Fingering, Bottom Draco, Sub Draco, Light Dom/sub, Dom Harry, Top Harry Potter, Fluff and Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Established Relationship, Risk Aware Consensual Kink, Dirty Talk, fluffy kinkfic, Harry Potter is the soppiest dom of all Summary:  Harry’s favourite time to finger Draco is right after sex. ❤️ Read on AO3

#drarry #drarry recs #game of drarry #wizards hearts #wh masterlist

[emrysofealdor]

here are some numbers for the WIP thingy: 12 & 27!

Folder 12: Disney Channel AUs

Now, you might be asking, “why do you have so many Disney Channel AUs that they warrant their own folder? Actually, why do you have any Disney Channel AUs?” And to that, I say: I have no idea. Anyways, here’s a Descendants AU.

~~

“Tell me something about yourself,” Arthur said, grinning as he walked backwards on the rickety rope bridge. “Something that you’ve never told anyone.”

“Um,” Merlin said, mentally rolling through a list of secrets, 90% of which he could Definitely Not Tell Arthur. “My middle name is Ambrosius.”

“Ambrosius?”

“Yeah. Ambrosius. Just my foster mother doing what she does best - being an evil witch,” he said sarcastically. He paused, huffing a breath. “Merlin Ambrosius. Gods.”

“Mine’s Lionel,” Arthur offered, smiling lopsidedly.

“Lionel?”

“Yeah.”

“How very... princely,” Merlin said, snorting.

Arthur rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Merlin. It’s better than Ambrosius. But it’s still not- oh, watch your foot,” he warned, right as Merlin tripped over the step off of the bridge.

Merlin flailed his arms around, making a variety of distressed noises, before falling forward. Luckily, Arthur was right in front of him, and he caught him easily.

“You good?” Arthur asked, placing both hands on Merlin’s waist to steady him.

“Yeah.”

“All right. Now, close your eyes,” he said, sneaking around and standing behind Merlin.

“Trying to kill me, my lord?”

“Please. If I was going to kill you, I would have pushed you off that bridge. That way, it would’ve looked like an accident.”

“And here I was, beginning to think you were noble,” Merlin retorted, but he closed his eyes anyway.

~~

Folder 27: Potterverse

No context. Absolutely none for this one. It’s just crack.

~~

There was the sound of a doorknob turning, and a door opening.

And then silence.

Complete silence all around the room. If the presence of a guest didn’t catch Merlin’s attention before, it certainly did at that. Looking around, he saw almost every single head turned to the doorway. Many of the students had perked up in interest, which was never a good sign, especially when it came to this group.

Merlin internally sighed, attempting to prepare himself for whatever the hell was going on this time. He slowly turned around, putting on his best Professor Smile and preparing some polite greeting, but any words that he would have said were instantly caught in his throat.

Because there was Arthur Pendragon, son of Uther Pendragon, standing in the doorway of his classroom at a magic school.

Arthur Pendragon, the legendary King of Camelot, wearing a crisp button down shirt, a perfectly tailored navy waistcoat, and a powder blue tie that brought out his already stunning eyes.

Arthur Pendragon, being one of Merlin’s fantasies come to life, looking every bit at home in dapper, modern clothing, just like Merlin always suspected he would, because it was Arthur, for fuck’s sake.

After all those years, Merlin had almost forgotten about the strength of Arthur’s natural allure. Judging by the gobsmacked expressions of his students, it hadn’t lessened one bit. If anything, his charm had more power here, where he wasn’t even known as the prince or the king, and yet, he captivated them in the exact same manner.

Arthur’s eyes scanned across the room, not taking notice of the students openly fawning over him (or perhaps noticing it, but easily ignoring it due to a lifetime of whispers and stares following him wherever he went), before finally finding their target and landing on Merlin. His face brightened the slightest amount, imperceptible to anyone but Merlin, before he broke out his most charming grin.

#congratulations! you managed to randomly pick two of my strangest folders!! fbdhdhdhshsgs #I love these folders though #they’re just sheer crack #there is also a hsm au and a zombies au in the Disney channel folder #and they are my bastard children #ask games #powered-by-notes #my writing

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If you, like me, have seen posts going around with links to independently owned owned shops for clothes and jewelry but you don't have a whole lot of interest in buying clothes or jewelry for pride this year, I made a list of queer media including:

books

comics

manga

webcomics

music

movies

podcasts

video games

youtubers

And most of them are smaller/independent!

Thanks go to @hoegrove for making the banner and to @harringrovetrashh @haxpr0cess and @ohmybgosh for all their help with suggestions!

Books

A Taste of Honey - Kai Ashane Wilson 

The Weight of the Stars - K. Ancrum

The Scottish Boy - Alex di Campi 

Red, White and Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston

Alan Lennox and the Temp Job of Doom - Brian Olsen

The Miseducation of Cameron Post - Emily M. Danforth 

Wayward Son + Carry On - Rainbow Rowell

Captive Prince - CS Pacat

How to Fix a Mechanical Heart - J.C. Lillis

The Lady's Guide to Petticoats and Piracy - Mackenzi Lee

Hoofin' It - RJ Blain

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe - Benjamin Alire Saenz

One Man Guy - Michael Barakiva

Paradisa - Michelle Ianntuonno

Parrotfish - Ellen Wittlinger

We Are Lost and Found - Helene Dunbar

Stay Gold - Tobly McSmith

Press Start - Rose Sinclair & Jonathan Lopez

Comics 

Fence - C.S. Pacat

Teahouse - Emirain

Pumpkinheads - Rainbow Rowell & Faith Erin Hicks

Monster of Elendhaven - Jennifer Giesbrecht

Something is Killing the Children - James Tynion IV & Werther Dell'Edra

City of Night - Jon Rechy

Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up with Me - Nakamura Asumiko

The Dark - Mark Sable & Kristian Donaldson

Mooncakes - Suzanne Walker 

Marvel: America #1 - on-going series starring America Chavez - Gabby Rivera

Manga

Become You - Ichigo Takano

Coyote - Ranmaru Zariya

Seven Days - Monday to Sunday - Venio Tachibana & Rihito Takarai

Our Dreams at Dusk - Yuhki Kamatani

My Brother's Husband - Gengoroh Tagame

Beauty and the Beast Girl - Neji

Desire - Maki Kazumi & Yukine Honami

Princess Princess - Mikiyo Tsuda

Webcomics

Novae - Kaixju

Small World - Wonsun Jin 

The Croaking - echorise

Star Fighter - hamletmachine

Check Please - Ngozi Ukazu

Long Exposure - mars

Band vs. Band - Kathleen Jacques

Podcasts

Welcome to Nightvale

Alice Isn't Dead

The Adventure Zone

Anime

Yuri on Ice

Given

No. 6

Revolutionary Girl Utena

Promare

Donghua

Antique Bakery

Aoi Hana (Sweet Blue Flowers)

Nabari No Ou

Music

George Michael

Elton John 

Queen 

Patrick Wolf

Woodkid

Years & Years

Troye Sivan

Tyler Glenn

Judas Priest

Tyler Carter

Yungblud

Lil Nas X

The Cliks

Against Me!

Adam Lambert

Janelle Monet

Hayley Kioko

Frank Ocean

Tyler the Creator (*might be triggering)

Sam Smith

Halestorm

Halsey

Lady Lamb

Movies

A Single Man (*triggering content: dead gays)

But I'm a Cheerleader

The Birdcage

To Wong Fu, Thanks for Everything

Fried Green Tomatoes (*triggering content: dead gays)

In & Out

Kinky Boots

Fucking Amal

My Beautiful Laundrette

Tangerine

The Way He Looks

I Love You, Phillip Morris

The Normal Heart (*triggering content: the AIDS crisis)

Pitchfork

Devil's Path

Boy Erased

The Sum of Us

Please Date My Son

Jenny Getting Married

B+B

Boy Meets Girl

Love, Simon

Papi Chulo

Handsome Devil

Alex Strangelove

Pride

Porcupine Lake 

Out in the Dark

Blue is the Warmest Color

Second Skin

#pride #pride 2020 #gay #asexual #bisexual #aromantic #transgender #ftm #panromantic #lesbian

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What are your favorite movies and TV shows outside of SW? I’m looking for new things to watch since SW was so disappointing

My tastes are pretty eclectic, so I will stick to just things that are either similar to sw or are in the reylo-esque romance wheelhouse and have happy endings:

Chuck. It is a goofy, light-hearted action-adventure show with extremely endearing characters and a very prominent central romance (seriously, heavy romance and there is a lot of payoff for it, you will be FED- it's kind of slow burn but also shockingly NOT slow burn, they are deep into it pretty much immediately). The main couple is the classic Stoic Badass gradually softened by an innocent they have to protect who is a liability in battle but full of the Power of Heart. Chuck is The Heart btw. He is of that vanishingly rare male Beauty (of B&tB) type. He's incredibly generous and open, Sarah is prickly and closed-off. It is Quality. Very much a gender-swap of your typical cliche anime couple lol. I would recommend stopping at the mid-season finale in season 4, because it's downhill from there. The beginning of season 3 is very rough, but it's definitely worth it to stay for the back half, imo. There are several great endings to choose from before things go to shit, so we don't need to talk about the finale. Probably the most tonally similar to SW thing possible without being high/space fantasy. More humour, more silly, but definitely has a spiritual kinship. Has the best THE BEST 'secret revealed' scenes I have ever seen in anything. If you're into that and were hoping for that in ep IX, you need to watch Chuck.

The Shop Around the Corner. 1940 romance/drama film. You've Got Mail is a remake of it. Jimmy Stewart being profoundly adorable, Frank Morgan (aka the Wizard of Oz), various amusing side characters, and an absolutely deathless double blind 'secretly in love with the workplace nemesis' plot that can and probably has been a great reylo AU.

Mirromask. Fantasy/coming-of-age film. Touted as a 'spiritual successor' to Labyrinth by the filmmakers (one of whom is Neil Gaiman) and let me tell you, that is extremely apt. Beautiful, magical, laden with symbolism and Mask Discourse, and has a great ship. I quote it regularly.

Speaking of which, I'm sure you've seen Labyrinth? If you haven't seen Labyrinth, drop everything and watch Labyrinth.

Legend (the Ridley Scott director's cut, not the theatrical cut). Sumptuous fairy tale, runs on proper fairy tale logic, stunning to look at and overall captivating. Tim Curry. Tim Curry as a lonely tragic lord of darkness who tries to seduce the heroine and has drippingly overwrought monologues.

Howl's Moving Castle. Fairy tale adventure/romance film. Beautifully animated, has the ending you want.

The Silence of the Lambs. Thriller/drama film. Actual masterpiece. Use it as a gateway drug to read the books and rejoice that Clannibal is canon and it is spectacular. Just SotL and Hannibal, you don't need to read the other two. Stan Clarice Starling and revel in that ending. Most triumphant 'villain'/heroine ship of all time (he is not technically a villain but for shorthand's sake).

The Adventures of Baron Munchausen. Terry Gilliam 1988 fantasy/adventure film. THE TRIUMPH OF IDEALISM OVER CYNICS I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW HEALING IT WAS TO WATCH AFTER THE TROS BULLSHIT HIT. Jonathan Pryce's spiritual villain is basically Chris Terrio and it is cathartic to see imagination and sentiment conquer him.

Sabrina. 1995 romance film. Modern fairy tale with Harrison Ford. Rejecting what you thought you wanted all your life for the thing you actually need, growing up but still believing in magic, beautiful character development across all the leads. Could be (and is irrc) a fantastic reylo AU.

The Scarlet Pimpernel. 1934 adventure film. High romance, secret identities, play-acting, people who aren't at all what they appear to be, falling in love with your own spouse, Big Heroism, guile and wit and audacity. It makes me do little kicks like a happy baby. This is one of the 3-5 films constantly tied for my favourite film of all time. There is a good quality rip free on youtube. Watch it and fall in love with Leslie Howard (this is possibly my favourite acting performance of all time).

Oh, related note. Pygmalion 1938 or My Fair Lady. (The musical is based on this film and borrows from it heavily, including its much more romantic ending compared to the original play.)

The Mummy. 1999 action/adventure/romance film. Very tonally similar to sw. A fucking great time, A+ characters.

EVER AFTER. 1998 romance film. The flawless and perfect and best ever Cinderella adaptation. This is the most satisfying film in history, maybe, the ending is so good it is amazing it exists. Also, it has Richard O'Brien being slimy. Huge selling point. Grapples with identity and stewardship, is brilliant.

Fruits Basket. drama/romance anime. I haven't watched the new version yet, but it's following the manga so I know the story. The original anime didn't do the whole plot (because they caught up with the source material) but it's wonderful and I still recommend it. The central ship is (spoiler.........) a B&tB type where we eventually discover the main love interest both feels like a figurative monster and turns into a literal monster. He has an incredible speech about his relationship with people's fear, it makes me weep. I called the endgame from the first episode and always thought it was obvious, but there is a red herring love triangle dynamic. It's really not annoying, though, because it is a red herring. (I hate love triangles)

I am Dragon. Russian monster romance film. Beautiful, simple fable with a really great heroine.

Jane Eyre. 1943 Gothic Romance film. It's Jane Eyre, byronic hero x sensible heroine love story with much atmosphere and Gothic drama. I stan this version because I am an Orson Welles fangirl and I'm also not convinced it can be improved upon. Elizabeth Taylor's film debut btw.

Hellboy. 2004 action/adventure/romance film. Defying destiny, reconciling identity, monster romance. The complete package and a great time. Tonally similar to SW and probably thematically closest to it out of this whole list. Don't watch the sequel.

Beauty and the Beast 1987 tv series. Exactly what it says on the tin. Deals with the classic B&tB themes, but in a different way. He's not cursed and will never transform into an ordinary man. The first season is very episodic and 'case of the week', but the second season gets more into character drama. It's dated, but if you give it a chance you can get past some of the cheese factor and it's really a unique experience. Its concerns are SO atypical that it feels like something fandom would make rather than a mainstream network show. It was so massively, insanely popular with women at the time that a record of Vincent (the beast) reading poetry topped the album charts. Also Ron Perlman and Linda Hamilton. Stop at season two. Point of interest: George RR Martin wrote for this show.

Stargate (the movie not the series) sci-fi fantasy about a nerdy guy who accidentally a hero.

Possession. 2009... mystery/supernatural/romance. Okay. This is a whole thing. Lee Pace and Sarah Michelle Gellar. It's based on a Korean film I've never been able to find for some reason, but being Hollywood they ruined the romanticism and nuance of the original in the theatrical cut to make a shitty punative ending. However. If you buy it on dvd and go to the alternate ending (which follows the original story) with around 20 minutes left (scene after Lee Pace's character wakes from a bad dream-go to deleted scenes and select the alternate ending), you will get a very, very interesting character study/thriller/redemption about sincerity within deception, compassion, and a major question about second chances with a positive answer. It's kind of dark and kind of astonishingly idealistic at the same time. The heroine makes a very powerful choice, twice over. It's fascinating. If you're into the conflicted and uncertain period in reylo, the part where he is most ambiguous, and you wanted more of that and much darker shades to it, you might be really into this. Also, it should be noted, there is a MASSIVE height difference and they show it off. The film is flawed (and the seams show on the Hollywood rewrite) but idk, it's fascinating. Shocking to me that they even got to shoot the original ending. It is pretty balls to the wall with its themes on forgiveness.

I would recommend getting into kdramas because there is a wealth of female-gaze tropey amazing content, but always check the ending before getting invested. My all-time fave is the 1st Shop of Coffee Prince, but it's not sw related at all lmao. It has a happy ending with all the elements you'd want, but it's not satisfying in execution, so that's it's major flaw and I find that pretty common with kdramas. One that is maybe more relevant is My Love from Another Star, which has a hero who is a little bit like Ben in personality. The heroine isn't my favourite, though. It does have a decent ending.

Oh yeah- brain fart. Kurosawa films and classic westerns were both very influential on SW. Or you can combine both and watch The Magnificent Seven.

#this somehow ended up a wall of text??? I'm so embarrassed #anyway it should be fixed now #recs #anyway 40s movies are fantastic they used to CHURN OUT rom coms and even the bad ones are entertaining #and they were not in the romance ghetto they had prestige actors and directors #I don't know what happened and why this isn't done now because that shit was profitable #another edit: #I messed up my directions on Possession bc I first saw the alt ending on YouTube from the fridge point #but actually the full thing starts way earlier and covers more of the loose ends than I remembered #so I've fixed that now as well #(because I just rewatched it after writing this rec) and serious SERIOUSLY someone watch this movie and scream about it with me #I can't stress enough how important it is you switch to the alt ending and watch that INSTEAD of the theatrical cut but but but #If you do - OMG the ending is incredible #the coded conversation the subtle optimism #it is a meeting place where we Soft Reylos and the edgier villain/heroine stans can meet in the middle

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Bee’s Prompt Post

So, as some of you know, I have a lot of ideas for different aus, which I rant about at random. Some of you may also know I don’t usually like prompts where I just get a sentence and have to create a whole world - my brain goes in too many places and I write way too much to be manageable lol. So this is my solution! I’ve listed out AUs I’m willing to write prompts for and I’m taking requests.

Here’s what to do (actually read this if you’re going to make a request):

Pick one of the AUs below or suggest another one you remember from some of my rantings, read what I said about it below to check there aren’t any special instructions, and tell me about a scene you’d like to see in that universe. Want to see Selkie Chase get Selkie sick? Experimenter Anti kidnapping Jackie? Marvin from Marvin’s Cage coming home to his brothers after years away? Let me know! I might have to turn down or adapt one or two of these but honestly I would love to get them. I love to know what you guys are interested in and often it’s the same as what I’m interested in lol.

If you really want to leave it to a prompt quote instead, I’ve included a few lists here you can use if you want.

1. Drabble Prompt List

2. Reina’s Prompt List

3. Whump Prompt List

Remember I am slow at prompts and always have been!! I do not know how many I will get but don’t be shy about sending them in, I will announce it if I have to close requests and eventually I will get to everybody.

This is my first time trying this so let’s see how it goes!! Thanks for helping me try something new, guys!! Okay, here are the au options I’ve thought of for now! Remember, you can request others you’ve seen, but these ones are listed because they are more fleshed out in my head or in my writing.

Not listed in any particular order.

Mythology AU - Chase is a Selkie, Marvin’s a star spirit, Jameson’s fae but likes to look like a little black dog, Henrik’s the seventh son of a seventh son, and Jackie is Jackie!

Marvin’s Cage - Marvin is the one keeping Jameson in the little puppet box so that Anti can’t use him to hurt his family. When Jackie finds out, he sets Jameson free and throws Marvin out of the house, cutting off all communication from him and leaving him to devolve into hatred and magical corruption. Jackie becomes ferociously over-protective and grieves the loss of his brother while Jameson is just trying to understand what it is that happened to him and learn to live a normal, happy life with the help of his brothers. Please specify time period: Jameson still in the box, Jameson freed from the box recently, or Jameson freed from the box some time ago.

Experimenter Anti - Anti sees the other egos as experiments, less than human. He keeps them in his facility and runs experiments on them, obsessed with all the ways they resemble Jack. There are specific prompts for this one here if you’d prefer. Please specify if you would like it set during or in recovery from Anti’s treatment.

Kidnapped Anti AU - based on this fic, this features a soft Anti who was kidnapped and abused for weeks only to be saved by Jackie and returned home. He’s known for being violent, wild, selfish, and reclusive, but he’s finding a way to get along with the family he ran away from months ago as he recovers from what he went through. Maybe his struggles will even give him a chance to save another captive demon, one who likes pumpkin-carving and always wears black and white.

What We Have Left - a scene from the aftermath of the What We Have Left fic, where everyone but Marvin belongs to Anti. Similar to My Brothers, Corrupted, but gives us some space to try new scenarios.

Jameson from the Fish - written in my experimental style, highly focused on Jameson’s introspection and relationships. I’m currently obsessed with the version of him from “the Fish.” He was recently freed from Anti’s control and everyone is trying to teach him he doesn’t have to act like anybody’s pet. He is often confused and childish, or at other times violent and paranoid, but he’s trying really hard. Feral little man with no concept of normal. Similar to My Brother’s Keeper, but gives us some space to try new scenarios.

Bastard Cats AU - my fluffiest au. Chase has five cats named Anti, Marvin, Jackie, JJ, and Dr. Henrik von Schneeplestein, Ph.D, MD. There are specific prompts for this one here if you’d prefer.

Favored Puppet AU - Based on the relationships in this post, Anti has certain egos he’s kidnapped and come to favor. Some are his “pets,” some he genuinely sees as friends. Let me know which ego(s) you’d like to see with him.

Mermay - okay fine it’s not May anymore. But I’m still interested in talking about Chase as a little ghost who follows around the merrow and siren friends he’s found. The others can’t talk in this au and it mostly focuses on Chase trying to help them out of trouble.

Graceling AU - based on Kristin Cashore’s Graceling books, this is a universe where Jameson is a child who’s been raised by Anti - a powerful Graceling and abuse survivor who’s come to believe that everyone is evil and wants to hurt him. The others, including the Graceling warrior Jackie and his Monster brother Marvin, catch news of the captive Prince Jameson and go to help him. Please don’t request for this one unless you remember the asks where we were talking about it and have read the fic with Anti and JJ.

My One (1) Markiplier Egos Universe - you remember my Eric Derekson fic? oh you like that? a little found family? as a treat? yes i am willing to write a little Mark egos lol. Or the au where Wilford and Jameson knew each other before WKM is good too!

Examples of other things you could ask for if you remember them: DA Jameson, Familiar Chase, Bartimaeus AU, Fae Egos, Jackie as everyone’s legal guardian, Age Order Reversal, Jackson Triplets, Evil!Marv, etc.

I’m not doing this to pander or anything or because I’m out of ideas - I just straight up fucking loving coming up with ideas with you guys and exploring like... dozens of different aus haha! This is genuinely what sounds fun to me and I love how our ideas develop together so that’s why I’m doing this :)

#please don't reblog! this is just for me and those of you who are nice enough to follow me #but let me know if you have any questions :D

[thisismysanderssidesblog]

Demon AU- One Shot

So I wrote this at like 1:30 am the other day while slightly stoned. And I haven’t written fanfiction in like two years. But I edited it and its not terrible, so here it is:

Its a prompt from this list by @infinimay

Demon AU- Someone is bored and tries to summon a demon. Unfortunately, they didn’t do the ritual quite right, and the demon is looking rather… To be fair, the book never clarified that the size of the summoning circle determines the size of the demon!

“You gotta be fucking kidding me......” Virgil thought as he stared up at the three mortals who summoned him here.........

“Did.....did it work?” the one who was dressed as a flamboyant prince asked, staring down at the rather smol demon standing in the middle of the summoning circle. 

“Well seeing as there was something not in the circle before you uttered that cantation, and now there is. I would say, yes Roman. It did work” the man wearing a black button-up with a blue tie and a pair of glasses on his nose stated. 

“Don’t say my name in front of the demon Logan!” The one referred to as Roman screeched. 

“What if that gives him power over me of some sort!!” he yelled, clearly panicking. 

“That's preposterous. This is a demon, not a fae creature Roman.” the tie-wearing man stated. 

“You said it again!” Roman screeched.

“I just stated that the creature can’t possibly control you by just knowing your name. And even if it could, you have now stated my name so we would both be in the same boat” The man known as Logan stated. “You don’t see me freaking out about the demon knowing my name do you?” 

Roman looked at Logan flabbergasted “Just because he hasn’t tried to control us yet doesn’t mean he can’t!!” he yelled. “Look at him! He’s probably waiting for the perfect moment to use his full powers” He said staring down the demon. 

‘You have to be fucking kidding me’ Virgil thought again looking at the two mortals who were bickering about him. He didn't even know how to use his full powers yet. As far as demons went he was still pretty young. He knew one day he would be able to master his full powers. But as of today the most he could do was simple illusions, intimidation tactics, and bind someone's soul to hell if they were already bad enough. He was hardly the demon most mortals would try and make a deal with, as he was so much less experienced than other demons he knew. Corrupting Mortals? He was more likely to make them turn out good than bad. Making deals? Again all he could do was simple illusion magic. And knowing this guy's name? Did absolutely squat for him. 

While the first two mortals continued to bicker, the small demon looked over to the third human. The third human was staring at him in curiosity and partial confusement. The third human also wore glasses, very similar to the tie-wearing man, he also wore a light blue polo and had and gray cardigan wrapped around his shoulders. As Virgil made eye contact with the third human he saw the mortal begin to smile. It was a warm smile. A comforting smile. A smile that Virgil had never seen before.  “Hmm.” He thought to himself. 

“Well why don’t we just ask him then huh!?” the princely man yelled loudly at the other. Ah right. They were still bickering about his “powers” He turned his head to look back at the two of them.

“Very well.” The man in the tie stated before turning to look at Virgil. His gaze cold and steely, void of most emotion. ‘Geez....” Virgil thought. ‘Aren’t I supposed to be the demon?’ he thought to himself. 

“Do you possess the power to control us using our names?” the mortal asked Virgil. Virgil stared at him. “Umm...don’t you think if I could I would have used that to get out of here by now?” Virgil asked the human. 

“See Roman? Precisely as I thought. He can't control us’ just by knowing our names.” Logan said to the other. 

“How do we know he’s not LYING? Huh, Logan?? He’s a demon. That's what they do. They lie. Why would he tell about his dark mysterious powers?” Roman asking accusingly towards Virgil.  

Virgil blinked at this man. He guessed he did make some fair points. Still, if he had powers that can help him out of this situation he would have used them by now. Satan knows he was not a fan of being six inches tall just because these morals don’t know how to draw a summoning circle correctly. He may be a demon, but he was not a super powerful one. These humans held more power over him at the moment then he did. Maybe if he was the same height as them that could be different. But right now he was feeling pretty useless. 

“Actually deception is more of my brother's job.” He spoke up for the first time. Maybe if he talked to these humans he could get them to erase at least part of the summoning circle and he could return to Hell. 

The three heads shot towards him. “You have a brother.” The one known as Logan stated. Virgil looked at him. “Umm. Yeah. I have a brother. Is that really so crazy?” He asked him. 

“No. I suppose not” Logan responded. “It’s just something I never thought about. Granted before today I hadn’t even entertained the possibility that demons could be real. It wasn’t until Roman had this grand plan to-” He was cut off by the one in the prince outfit. 

“Yeah yeah, enough of this chit chat about family or whatever. What do you want with us demon? Have you come to steal our souls? Corrupt us to the dark side? Eternally bestow misfortune upon us!? Well, you can try all you like! But I swear I will protect my friends from you're evil doings with my last breath. So if want to get to us you have to go through me first!” Roman yelled out in a dramatic speech glaring at the demon. 

Virgil stared at him. ‘Is this guy serious....’ he asked himself. When he saw that the man's gaze did not falter he internally groaned. ‘He is serious....god damn it.’

“Um. No.” He stated to the human. “I don’t know if you can remember this with your apparent short-term memory loss. But you summoned me here.” he snarkily said to the human.  “I didn’t have  choice in coming here. Now if you would please be so kind as to erase a small portion of this summoning circle. I will gladly be out of your hair and on my way back to Hell.” He told the humans.  

“Hah! Nice try demon!” The one known as Roman yelled. ‘Satan damn it.’ Virgil thought to himself. “We won’t undo that summoning circle! It's the only thing keeping you contained at the moment! Why on earth would we potentially release you!” He bellowed at the demon. 

“Now Roman! It's not nice to hold people captive who don’t want to be here!” The third man finally spoke up. “If........” The man looked at Virgil. 

“Virgil.”

“If Virgil doesn’t want to be here, we can’t force him to stay here!” He said to Roman. 

“We literally can though” Both Roman and Logan said in unison before looking at each other. The third man glared at them. “That doesn’t mean we should though! Besides! Look at him! He’s so small who could he hurt!” he said gesturing to the small demon. 

‘Yeah no thanks to you idiots....’ Virgil grumbled to himself. The third man looked at him surprised. “What was that kiddo?” He asked. Virgil didn’t respond. It was bad enough they now knew he couldn’t leave without erasing the summoning circle. He didn't think it would be the brightest idea to tell them that this isn't his normal size. They might never let him leave if they knew he could potentially be much larger. At the moment they may see him as less of a threat and potentially let him go. 

Damn Deceit for pushing him into the summoning circle. He didn't have an interest in collecting human souls or corrupting mortals to be doomed to hell. Call him a bad demon but he really didn’t care much about mortals, to begin with. And it was almost as if Deceit could sense that this summoning circle would be smaller then average, making the demon who came through only appear to be six inches tall. Since these humans didn’t have a specific demon they were trying to summon the summoning circle just appeared in a random location in Hell for any demon to jump, or in his case be pushed, through. 

The third man looked at Virgil. “Virgil kiddo. Did you say something?” He asked the demon. Virgil scoffed. “Yeah, I did. But I’m not repeating myself.” He stated towards the cheery man. 

“Oh! Okay, kiddo.” He turned towards Logan and Roman. “Guys, we can’t keep him here. We have to let him go home!” He said to the other two. 

“But Patton! What if he brings an army of other demons here to collect our souls and damn us to Hell now that he knows who we are and where we are!” Roman asked. 

“Why would I do that??” Virgil exclaimed. He didn't understand humans. 

“Why wouldn’t you!? You are literally a demon! Do you not know what you are??” Roman yelled at him. Virgil was getting real sick of this guy. 

“Yes I know I’m a demon! Of course, I know I’m a demon! I just happen to not care about mortals all that much, and I just want to go home! My stupid brother pushed me into the summoning circle before I could do anything because he knows I have no interest in most normal demon hobbies and he wanted to fuck with me! Now if you could please just erase some of this fucking summoning circle I will be able to go home and I can stop standing around listening to three argue for god knows how long!” He yelled, finally snapping. 

His breathing had turned heavy, and he could feel his chest tighten. He didn’t know a single other demon who got anxiety like he did. But of course, he had always been an outlier. He could feel the panic begin to surround him. He just wanted to go home. He could feel the pace of his breathing pick up and his chest tightens even more as he felt the need to curl into himself rise. “Please. Just let me go home.” 

The three humans stared at him as his breathing picked up. “Kiddo...” The one now known as Patton began moving towards him. Virgil backed up as much as he could inside the summoning circle. He may be a demon, but he was currently 6 inches tall, and technically immortal, but getting crushed by a human would still hurt. And with the current state he was in, he was in no mood to add more stress then he was already feeling. 

Patton stopped as Virgil backed away from him. He looked to the others who also looked shocked. Roman more the Logan. “A demon.....can get anxious?” he asked the others, but mostly to himself. 

“Of Course.. I can.... get..anxious! I am the physical.....embodiment of.....Anxiety!” Virgil screeched through the panicked breath. Roman backed away from him slightly. Logan, however, took a hesitant step towards him and crouched down slightly. Virgil flinched away. 

“Virgil?” Logan called to the being in front of him. Said demon raised his eyes to look at the mortal. 

“Can you do me a favor and go through this breathing exercise with me. I am sure it will help calm you down and we will then be able to release you so you may return home.” He stated. Virgil met Logan's eyes and saw the sincerity in them. 

“But Logan!” Roman started. “No buts Roman. We are letting Virgil go home. If he wanted to harm us in any way he would have by now. Clearly, all we are doing is causing stress in a creature's life who did not ask for it.” His eyes returned to Virgil who while was still heavy breathing was able to give a nod in agreement to the breathing exercises. 

“Excellent” Logan said. “Now I want you to breathe in for 4 seconds, hold for 7 seconds and then let out for 8 seconds. Do you think you can do that with me?” He asked. 

Virgil nodded his head and started to breathe in as Logan began to count. “1....2.....3....4....Hold...2... 3....4.....5....6....7...Out....2....3.....4...5....6....7....8. Okay again.” This went on for a few minutes and as Virgil fell into the pattern he felt himself begin to calm a bit, and as much of the anxiety that could left him. 

After a few moments of being calm, he looked up at Logan. “.......thanks...” He said. 

“Not a problem. If you suffer from large amounts of anxiety, which I assume you do seeing as you are the ‘physical embodiment of anxiety’ It would probably do you well to know one or two breathing exercises to help calm you down and allow you to relax a little bit.” Logan told him. 

Virgil nodded his head. “Makes sense I suppose. I had never thought of that before...” He told them. “My brother thinks I should be focusing on making my powers and anxiety stronger so I can use it on mortals. But honestly, I’m not too interested in corrupting humans and making them fear me.” He didn't know why he was telling them all this. Maybe it was because they gave him a coping mechanism for his anxiety? Either way. He should probably stop talking now. 

But what he said caught the attention of the humans. “Oh? So what do you like to do then? If you're not interested in, corrupting humans?” the one named Patton asked. Normally Virgil would tell him to mind his own business. But there was something about this moral. Despite being a demon, Virgil couldn't help but naturally trust this human. 

“.......I like to paint,” he answered after a few moments. “Not the craziest thing in the world, but pretty crazy when you're a demon who doesn’t care about scaring mortals....” he said. 

“Paint?” Roman perked up at this. “You like to paint? What do you like to paint?” He asked him while trying not to show to much interest. Virgil stared at him for a moment. 

“Probably not anything you would be too interested in Princey.” he snarked at the man, not wanting to get into details of what he painted. He couldn’t imagine humans being too thrilled with the things he painted. 

“Princey??” The man let out some offended noises. 

“Yeah, you dress like that, you act like a self-centered prick, you get the nickname Princey,” Virgil responded to the man. He turned back to the other two. “Look, it's been great chatting and all, but I really need to get home. I won’t try and corrupt you or anything like that. But i need you to erase some of the summoning circle so i can transport back Hell. I promise you will never see me again, I won’t come back around to bug you. But I really just want to leave.” He said to them. 

Patton and Logan exchanged looks before Patton nodded and walked forwards, kneeling down and erasing some of the summoning circle. Virgil let out a sigh of relief before making eye contact with Patton. “Thanks...see ya probably never.” and popped out of sight. 

Patton stood back up and exchanged looks with Logan, behind them Roman was still grumbling to himself about the nickname given to him by a demon. 

“You think we’ll ever see him again?”

“I don’t know Patton. I don't know.”

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