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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Imrama

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 17,197

Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto

Characters: Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto

Additional Tags: Southern Gothic Fantasy, Alternate Universe- Modern Supernatural, Witch!Sasuke, Werewolf!Naruto, Shifter!Naruto, dark fantasy, werewolf bites, feral behavior, magical realism, handcuffs, bloodplay, manhandling, handjobs, Porn with Plot, Painplay, Dom/sub undertones, Powerbottom Sasuke,

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It’s poetry to parrot Naruto’s earlier words, “Because?”

Naruto’s eyes flash open. They’re close enough that if Naruto stopped leaning back, he and Sasuke would be pressed chest to chest. “Because, Sasuke. This is my room- my den. It is covered in the scent of me, and it's personal, and you smell so good, but you smell so, so good covered in the smell of me.”

or

Sasuke returns to town in the summer heat. He shouldn’t have returned at all. He should have just sold this cursed mausoleum.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“You’re close to a shift.”

Naruto blinks. He gives a shrug. “Not really.” But he had to be. Now that Sasuke was looking, he could see it written all over Naruto’s frame- the way his hair bristled, the thickness of the scars on his cheeks, the flash of his white, too-large canines when he smiled. Sasuke takes a step back and watches Naruto’s eyes track the movement. He snickers. 

“Wait, you suddenly get squeamish while you were away?”

“You’re not supposed to be out, close to a shift.”

Naruto’s smile twitches to something less amused. “I’m not thirteen anymore, Sasuke.”

Sasuke’s lips press to a line. He turns on his heel. “I don’t need a babysitter.”

“You do if you’re gonna walk around like that, smelling all nice and unprotected~” Naruto mocks in a sing-songy voice, and Sasuke’s footsteps slow again, until he finally stops. He curses himself. 

“Is it that bad?”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Sasuke ignores this, still a bit peeved that Naruto was right in that it would be incredibly unwise to return to the estate until morning. He folds his arms over his chest. “What do you suggest?”

Naruto perks. “I mean, my offer from before still stands!”

... Spending the night at Naruto’s. It would be warded, the way Sasuke couldn’t on his own estate at the moment and the way a hotel would take hours to achieve. A full twelve hours alone with Naruto of all people, who was imminently close to a change, and had a record lack of control. Sasuke makes a face. 

“No funny business.”

Naruto’s grin is not reassuring. “C’mon Sasuke- like I said, I’m not thirteen anymore. I meant what my offer.”

Sasuke’s frown deepens. “I will castrate you in your sleep with a rusty spoon if you try anything.”

Naruto’s hands involuntarily flex towards his groin in protection. “Geez, do you have to be so graphic about it? I can be good!”

[ PSA. Naruto tries to be good }

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“Imrama”

Celtic (n) -  a sacred journey of the soul; A sea voyage on which we don’t know where we are going, but our spirit knows the way.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Wild,” Naruto tuts, “Absolutely wild. You’re gonna have to be more careful if you’re sticking around-”

“I’m not sticking around.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Naruto waves off. “Whatever you say. Either way, without your fam protecting the place, your house isn’t exactly the fortress it used to be. You sure you want to be staying out here alone? Why are you back anyway? Itachi disappeared like, five years ago, and you didn’t come back then…”

He’s walking too close. Every other pace, their arms or shoulders brush, and Sasuke’s blood pressure shoots through the roof. They had an entire road, and Naruto was walking too close. 

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Fuck, Elliot thinks, looking away quickly. Octavio was his friend. He didn’t harbor feelings or even look at Octavio that way.  Why was this affecting him so badly? Elliot realizes he’s not just crouched by the bed, he is leaning forward, clasping his hands together white knuckled. I gotta get outta this room. 

“Ah, sick,” Octavio says and is pulling forth a throw blanket covered in lemon-lime and electric blue frog faces. It looked devilishly soft to the touch, and by the way Octavio immediately clutches it to his face and chest with a deep seated purr, it’s true. Elliot shifts uncomfortably, not liking the way that purr was already ingrained in his memory. 

“Well, if that’s everything-”

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Beta!Mirage x Omega!Octane

This was where Elliot was going to require self-control. He may be a beta, but being in an omega’s den, in their actual nest, while they were melting from heat and dousing the room in pheromones was enough to try anyone’s patience. Steeling himself, Elliot thinks back to the tricks his grandma used to tell him, to hold himself in control, and steps forward with the duffel to the edge of the bed, crouching down before the mound of fabric that had become of Octavio with his delivered offering.

Octavio has to come out of his blanket shell to fully grab the duffel and examine the contents, and when he does, the scent is clean overwhelming. For a second, Elliot is drowning a bit, unable to focus on anything else in the room but the smell of a fresh heat, cloying and dark and tempting. Elliot can feel the way the back of his neck flushes, salivating a bit and having to swallow against the fuzziness at the tip of his tongue that made him want to lick his canines. Shuddering, Elliot closes his eyes, pupils dilated, and focuses hard on remembering the lyrics cotton-eyed joe, breathing shallowly to try and keep his lungs from filling with more of Octavio.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Succa

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

This is the first, and last time Elliot Witt wants to do anymore favors for Ajay Che. Especially, when they concern Octavio.

Title: Succa

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 5,714

Fandom: Apex Legends

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Mirage/Octane

Additional Tags: alpha/beta/omega dynamics, explicit sexual content, heat, finger fucking, hair pulling, blowjobs, orgasm, riding, plant puns