since we're talking about remus and sirius: how is their sex like? are they weirdos like rosekiller or more on the vanilla side?
sending this on anon bc i feel like a Perv
âĄâĄ wait but i'm so glad you asked... to be honest the most major thing i see for them is a daddy kink. but in a way that differs wildly from whatever faux-daddy-kink thing rosekiller has going on.
the thing rosekiller has going on is like
(barty voice, extremely loud) YO.. DADDYâS GETTING HIMSELF A CAPRI SUN. YOU WANT ONE?
the most important thing to me is that wolfstar is a kinky couple but they are CORNY about it. they're unabashedly corny (but it's sort of cute, that they are). they're doing role-play with the little outfits, they're calling each other "daddy" & "princess", they probably own shibari ropes, and it's very domestic and stupid and lived-in (it's corny millennial kink-couple vibes, a little đ). there is way less of the complex psychosexual veneer that i give other pairings
r/s is the heavyweight CHAMPION of daddy dom/babygirl relationships. sirius wears frilly panties & stockings that their daddy picked out, remus manhandles his little princess with his giant hands, and i think they would lean into the dynamics pretty hard in general?
remus brushes sirius's hair and does their pigtails. sirius can pout and swing her legs to get what she wants. i've had my brain chemistry fundamentally changed by fiveht's "disarm you with a smile" & greenvlvetcouch's "birthday boy" series.
(rosekiller is doing daddy stuff but in an insane faux-pederastic psychosexual freudian way where barty is working through his childhood trauma by perving on evan's innocent virginal fragility. come sit on daddy's lap, bunny. let him touch you in that place that makes you feel funny...) (this is why they're my faves)
the size kink is another major element... the fandom debates this every few months, but I'm firmly on the side of beautiful fairy princess sirius w/ her Gigantic Werewolf Husband. it's actually incredible that remus is able to fit inside her.
if you see sirius (5'3) holding remus's hand (6'5), you're briefly amazed at how their pretty head barely comes up to his collarbones.
cockwarming is definitely a huge thing for them. remus keeps her stuffed while he's grading papers, in bed in the morning, idly bounces her on it while they're watching a movie... he likes to see her pretty face when she gets overstimulated & cries
^AND he's doing this because she's always fucking bratty!!!
i just really believe that we should have the freedom to lean into the Wattpad-ification of it all. wolfstar can be really beautiful and complex (the most complex, even!), but r/s doesn't always have to be the most serious & best representation or whatever. i'm a rosekiller blog so i can carry the cross of "dainty elfin sirius in a little pink negligee & bunny-tail butt plug getting absolutely demolished by her wolf boyfriend's werewolf knot while he's in a rut, or whatever"
i think when they do sexy roleplay they make each other do voices, actually. they're dorks about it. they're dorks about everything
Aaaaaaaaa just did the cazador mission and it was amazing, started off like I couldn't wait to kill his ass and then it just proceeded to get so sad and tense and emotional and ughh
That was honestly one of the most memorable experiences I've ever seen in a video game, hands down. And a choice that was both somehow easy and hard đ«
Your stories have definitely scratched that Astarion itch that I've had since I started the game!
One thing that's diffently not sat right with me at the end of the game, is how tav and the gang don't run after astarion after he loses his immunity to the sun. I would imagine that if the player character was romantically involved with the guy they would atleast try to shield or comfort the poor guy. A short drabble on that would be awesome!
That's so sad, I heard that's what happens đđ I'm in act 3 and haven't had to see it for myself yet so yes, let's do some preemptive therapy there! And just warning since I haven't beaten the game yet I'm sure this will be inaccurate as fuck, but also with spoilers somehow ~
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It was an exhilarating feeling, to win against all odds. One that Astarion had never been confident he would experience. It felt good, final. The official beginning of his new free life, even if it was bittersweet.
This was the bitter part, the end of his illithid protection. The sun was barely peeking over the horizon, and the burn was already starting. He was being an idiot, standing there with the rest of you like he belonged, waiting for the last possible second before he had to scuttle down in the darkness. But he wanted to see this out. Hadn't he earned that right?
According to the laws of reality, no. No he hadn't, because you had barely opened your mouth before the pain started to overwhelm him. The others would be able to hear it, the sickening sound of his skin crackling.
He was out of time. But before he could make a break for it, you happened. Astarion had been a little preoccupied with his impending doom to pay close attention to what you had been mumbling. But then sudden blackness was blanketing above your heads, opaque enough to make it as dark as night.
Astarion's eyes widened as the pain subsided, surprised beyond belief.
You were looking at him with concern in your eyes, gesturing to the think cloud of darkness above your head, "Will this be dark enough? Can it still get through?"
Astarion stared at you, momentarily confused on why you would do something like that. Before he remembered, oh. Yes. The extended care for his well-being was probably included in the whole love thing. Of course. Obviously.
That was definitely going to take some getting used to.
But the reasoning didn't stop an idiotic smile from blooming on his face.
You grinned back at him, somehow still managing to read his mind even without the tadpoles, "Did you really think I would forget about you?"
He had, but through no fault of your own. One of these days he was going to actually remember that he was worth the effort to keep alive.
"Thank you darling," Astarion said, ignoring the quested as he waltzed up to you. He grabbed your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to kiss, "Just what would I do without you?"
"Speaking of," You turned to the Emperor, a question in your eyes as you vaguely waved upward, "Is there anything we can do about this particular problem?"
"The astral tadpole is still-"
"I'll pass on that, thank you very much," Astarion interrupted, cringing at the very thought of willingly letting another worm into his brain, "But I appreciate the thought."
There were worse things than living his life in darkness. And Astarion was counting becoming a mind flayer in the top three.
He watched, participated even in everyone's final goodbyes, always eyeing you at of the corner of his eye. It's not that he thought you would leave after you both declared your eternal love for each other, but... the two of you hadn't exactly talked about the specifics of the future either.
But that didn't stop you from leaving together. Astarion hadn't expected you to keep the dark cloud above his head as you walked the streets, startling nearly every passerby. But hells, the heroes of Baldur's gate had earned the right to a little strangeness.
You both had decided on going to the nearest, most windowless inn that you could find. Astarion wanted nothing more than to scrub the brain viscera from his skin and sleep for three days. Preferably with you in his arms.
But before all that... he had to know something.
The question was out of him as soon as you both were behind closed doors, "So what happens next to the great hero of Baldur's Gate? I'm sure you have something in mind."
He was just praying those future plans still involved him.
You blinked at him, head cocked like he was asking a silly question, "We go and find you a cure so you can walk in the sun again of course. What else would we do?"
That took Astarion aback, "I-Do you think that's really possible?"
"Well," You started, counting off on your fingers, "We know that illithid powers can do it. As well as devil contacts and ritualistic demon sacrifices. If that's all possible then that means there has to be something else on the other end of the spectrum, right?"
Astarion didn't exactly share your blind confidence. But you did have a point. The two of you had managed so many impossible feats in such a short amount of time. What was one more?
"I suppose there's a chance," Astarion said, hope fluttering in his chest with every word, "And if there is a chance no matter how small, I'm going to take it. But..."
He didn't want to ask, but he needed to know, "Are you sure this is what you want? I would... understand if you wanted to go your own way."
In all honesty, Astarion would not understand. He'd be absolutely furious. Especially after everything you'd been through. This was more of a confirmation for his waning self-confidence than anything else, versus a sincere to desire to let you go your own way. He had no intention of letting you go, not if he could help it.
But his near certainty in your feelings was the only thing that gave him the confidence to ask the question in the first place. And you did not disappoint.
"No, this is what I want," You insisted, reaching out to take his hand in yours, "You're what I want."
That was exactly what Astarion needed to hear. He used your joined hands to tug you closer, face to face.
"Good, because as selfless as I am, I really did not want to let you go," Astarion smiled, leaning in to lightly press a kiss to your lips, "I hope you realize that my love has made me a tad bit obsessed with you my dear."
"I'm sure it's no worse than me," You sighed, resting your forehead against his own, "You've really ruined me for anyone else haven't you?"
Astarion grinned, leaning in for another kiss. He had every intention of making it stay that way, for as long as you would have him.
Do you think you could write a nervous Joel fic... like he's older and a single dad and hasn't dated in a REALLY REALLY long time...but he's still really sweet, maybe he has to stop and eat reader cos he's about to cum too soon or something đ€·ââïžđ
Hey, babe!! So I hope this is what you were hoping for! It's super tender and I did end up listening to Hozier for a good portion of it, so do with that information what you will đ
Also, I kind of did something a bit different and wrote it more from Joel's perspective, but it's still in 2nd person (pronouns = you)! Pls lmk how you feel about it â€
Pairing: Older Joel Miller x afab!reader
Tags/warnings: Age gap (not specified), piv sex, oral sex (f), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, established relationship, (almost) premature ejaculation, accidental love confessions đ€, self deprecating Joelâą, big dick Joelâą, kissing, stuff I'm probably forgetting
W/C: 1.9k
Summary: Your and Joel's first time together turns into so much more.
What Matters
âAre you sure, baby?âÂ
Joel watches as your eyes flick up to him, only kindness and patience in them. Even as you smile warmly and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him to you, he still has a sense of cautiousness in his movements. Youâve probably lost track of how many times heâs asked you if youâre sure.Â
âYes, Joel, Iâm sure,â you laugh breathily.Â
Youâre both lying in his bed, half-naked. Thereâs a soft summer breeze coming in through the window and rustling the sheer curtains. The sunâs going down, but just barely, causing a perfect golden hue to coat the room. He canât help but think that you look even more gorgeous than usual in this lighting.
Joel tries to ignore the nervousness in his stomach as he softly kisses your jaw and nuzzles up to you. Heâs not stupid, he knows that you know heâs just trying to waste time, but you let him. Youâre so fucking sweet like that. Always making him feel so wanted and appreciated. Itâs not that he doesnât want to be with you in this way, but that heâs worried he wonât be perfect for you. He wants to be able to show you affection in the same way that you show him.Â
But what if he canât?
Youâre younger, after all, and heâs not been with a woman in so long. Maybe not since Sarahâs mom. If thatâs the case, itâs been about fifteen, sixteen years. Point in case, youâre probably used to boys who can last longer and can make you come every time. What if he canât? What if itâs been so long now, that he only lasts a couple of minutes?Â
It terrifies him, the prospect that you may be disappointed in his performance. What if you decide to leave him because heâs not enough to get you off? No, he realizes, you would never do that. Youâre so good, so thoughtful and generous and patient. Youâd wait for him, help him get back to the point where he used to be.Â
But thatâs not what he wants. He wants to be good for you now.Â
âJoel?âÂ
His name falling from your lips has his head raising back up. You look into his eyes with a desperation that he simply canât ignore.Â
âPlease,â you whisper before planting a feather-light kiss to his lips. He nods slowly before he can think about it.Â
âAlright, sweetheart. Iâve got you.âÂ
And he does, he knows it. He just hopes he can do it right.Â
Youâre already prepped. He spent probably half an hour fingering you to orgasm even though you had begged for the real thing each time you fell apart on his hand. Itâs another thing he was worried aboutâbeing so big. Joelâs not a super cocky man by any means, but he is aware of hisâŠattributes.Â
He watches you carefully as he grasps his cock and guides it to your slippery entrance. Your eyes flutter shut as he pushes in, giving you about an inch each time he thrusts. His jaw goes slack once heâs about halfway in. Youâre so fucking warm and wet and inviting. He keeps going, trying to keep his breathy whines at bay. Heâs again reminded of just how long itâs been since heâs felt something other than the palm of his hand around himself.Â
âShit, baby,â he breathes as he bottoms out. He closes his eyes in concentration and lets his head hang next to yours. He already feels like he might blow his load at any second. You bring a hand up to cup his head and thread his curls through your fingers, holding him close. His breathing is heavy when he lifts himself back up to look into your eyes.Â
His heart seems to skip a beat when he sees the adoration youâre looking at him with. It kills him every time. And no matter how many times you tell him that he deserves all your affection, he knows heâll still find a lingering doubt in the back of his mind. Thereâs a reason the two of you have only been âtogetherâ for about four months even though youâve been shamelessly flirting for about a year.Â
It was just too good to be true. For such a sweet, gentle thing like you to want a rough old man like him. He was never the one to initiate anything, but he knows youâve been aware that he had his sore eyes set on you since you met. How could he not? Heâs never met anyone so kind and considerate. It was impossible to deny you of him any longer when it was one of the only things youâve ever wanted for yourself.Â
âYou okay?â Your honeyed voice reaches his earsâor his good ear, ratherâand he smiles at you.Â
ââCourse, baby. Jusâ gotta give me a second, alright?â He can feel his cheeks getting a bit rosy at the confession. âItâs been a minute.âÂ
You nod, still no hesitation or any sign of regret. God, what did he do to deserve you?Â
Once he collects himself, he pulls out just barely, and a groan tumbles from his mouth to mingle with your soft moan. Heâs already starting to sweat from the effort of not coming too soon as he starts to push into you at a slow but rhythmic pace. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and tuck your head into his chest as you whimper with his thrusts.Â
âYou feel so good,â you whine.Â
âFuck, sweetheart, so dâ you. âLike goddamn heaven.â And you do; overwhelmingly so.
He cradles your head and lowers the two of you even more to deepen his thrusts. He knows heâs found your spot when your breath catches and you start to tighten around him every time he pumps his hips. Unfortunately, this makes it a lot harder for him to keep his composure.Â
âH-honey, I have to pull out,â he grits out. Heâs so embarrassed, it hasnât even been five minutes. He wonât last long enough for you to come before him.
But you just nod into him, even though you must be devastated by the loss of your orgasm. âItâs okay, Joel,â you breathily assure him.Â
He pulls out and squeezes the base of his cock, out of breath. He doesnât meet your gaze as he starts to apologize.
âIâm sorry, baby, IââÂ
âJoel,â You stop him by carefully grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at you. âItâs okay.â You nod, waiting for him to do the same before you continue. âTake as much time as you need. I love you no matter what. This does not determineââÂ
You both realize what you said at the same time. Joelâs eyes widen and his chest feels like it caved into itself. Your lips stay still, parted in the middle of your sentence. Joel doesnât realize tears have gathered in his eyes until his vision starts to blur and a smile spreads across his face.Â
You love him. You said it. And he believes you.Â
âI love you too, baby,â he whispers and lets his forehead rest against yours. âSo damn much.â Fuck his age and whoever might see a problem with you being together. He wants this, and you want this, and thatâs all that matters.Â
Then youâre both laughing shakily, pressing kisses to each otherâs lips. He only stops to start trailing them down your body instead, watching you writhe as his mustache tickles your bare skin.Â
âJoel, p-please,â you beg quietly. Joel just huffs a small laugh through his nose as he lays himself between your legs, ignoring his protesting knees as he admires the entirety of you laying out just for him. You look fucking beautiful covered in a thin sheen of sweat atop his sheets, needy and panting all for him.Â
He doesnât waste too much time before putting his mouth on your sweet pussy, his tongue dragging up your slit to flick at your clit. Joel moans at your taste, sending vibrations racing toward your swollen bud. Your hips buck as your hands fly to grasp at his hair, tugging lightly and making his eyes roll back.Â
He feasts on you like his life depends on it, worshiping you with all he has. He takes turns in running his tongue up you, fucking you with it the best he can, and suckling on your clit. He looks like a damn mess as he does so, his eyes not leaving your cunt unless heâs watching your face contort with pleasure. When you make eye contact with him, he knows he must look fucked out and desperate just based on the way you groan and lay your head back.Â
It doesnât take much for you to get to the edge, and it takes even less for him to push you over. You let out sharp, whiny sounds as he sucks on your clit and slips a couple of fingers inside of you to grip on to. Your entire body goes tense, and Joel has to resist the urge to smirk against you as you shake with the force of your orgasm.Â
By the time youâre coming down, heâs back over you and slipping his tongue inside your mouth to share your taste. You moan into the kiss and pull him closer as he once again glides his tip into your cunt. Just as he had hoped, the distraction calmed him down enough to hopefully give him some more time.Â
You both melt into each other as he bottoms out, the tip of his swollen cock hitting your cervix and making your thighs squeeze his torso. He starts at a faster pace than last time, too deep in his lust-filled haze to even try to slow down now.Â
You pull away from his mouth to start leaving love bites on his neck, making his cock twitch inside of you with each pinch. He can feel you smile against his skin, and knows that youâve found his secret. He does like a little pain with his pleasure. You keep going, sucking and biting marks before licking soothingly over them and moving to the next spot. You taste him like youâre addicted, like you could never possibly get enough.
It still doesnât take him as long as he would like to before he starts to feel his balls drawing up and his thighs start to shake. His head goes foggy as he tries to hold on for you, but itâs too fucking much. He canât hold it off when you feel so good around him. Itâs like torture to stave off his orgasm when heâs thrusting into your soft heat.Â
âWhere dâ you want me, honey?â Joel asks you, his voice strained.Â
âInside,â you whisper against his neck without a second thought.
And it throws him over. He groans your name as his body stutters and his balls empty, coating your walls with his milky spend. It seems to go on forever. Each time he thinks heâs almost done, thereâs another spurt and another wave of pleasure that tugs him deeper into euphoria.Â
When it does end, he lets himself half-collapse on top of you. You embrace him with welcoming arms and the two of you catch your breath together in the now dark bedroom. He only pulls out once sleep threatens to take the both of you. A shower, snack, and a glass of water later, you both snuggle up together and fall asleep with content smiles and full hearts.Â
*****
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While I know Suguru is the og girldad, thereâs something so endearing about Satoru with a daughter.
First time sheâs in his arms and itâs like somebody put the sun into his palms. She has his white hair and six eyes but in shape of your facial features, his loud and boisterous personality and his sweet tooth, and thereâs not a thing on this planet he cherishes more than her. Spoils her, wants to be her âsuperheroâ dad children look up to, you best believe everything she draws for him is kept secure in a folder in his room. He never lets anyone treat her as inferior to boys (knowing the misogyny in jjk universe), and both of them love you to piecessssssđ„č
Like I just randomly imagine him baking a cake with his little daughter for your birthday and MY HEARTHNSJđ
WHEN US MEANS MORE THAN ME & U
a/n: literal tears. bye. i love dad gojo sm. wrote this through tears while listening to this. tagging @crysugu @jabamin @hyomagiri @seeingivy â¶
wc: 3k plus?? man idfk cant see thru my tears
ⶠdad!gojo . . .
. . . who ages so well the more he grows older. if you think he looks good at 28, just wait until heâs 34, or 40. although he still has a baby face, his features have matured way more, now, crinkle lines on his forehead and around his lips that accentuate his dimples even more. he just looked⊠so damn good, truly keeping his physique well into his thirties, except you wouldnât have known if his hair is turning grey, though, since itâs already white, but you can tell heâs happy when his body hair is not just white upon white.
. . . who has the palest skin, so when he starts to grow a noticeable moustache and goatee he shows you the short strands excitedly, pointing to the various parts of his face with an excited finger and a beaming smile. he annoys you by rubbing his chin and cupidâs bow along your skin in the morning or when he returns home â itâs a little funny seeing you jump in surprise.
. . . who only lets you dictate whether he should keep the facial hair and when you hesitate even one moment (ânope! letâs shave it!â) youâre pulled into the bathroom and handed a shaver and shaving cream. he hums when the blade glides along his skin, knowing you were too afraid to be too rough. gojo liked the tenderness of these moments, you perched upon his lap and bottom lip caught in between your lips as you focused on his chin and cupidâs bow. the grip on your waist is firm, loving the way your thighs close around his own so snugly.
âokay â last one,â you voice out softly, eyes squinting because it was so difficult trying to see white hair from skin. gojo simply giggles at your struggle and you tsk, telling to stop moving! before youâre yelping and the shaver leaves your hand, the soft, plump lips of satoru moving against yours. behind you, thereâs a plop! of water, and gojo just laughs when he sees the shaver lodged into the toilet. âah. well, letâs use yours.â and your mouth twists, âno! i use that to shaveâŠâ you trail off and you swear you can hear gojoâs grin and the insult of pervert on your lips. âwell! all the more to use it!â â¶
. . . whose vision from the start is slowly turning true. the jujutsu world is in the good hands of his students that heâs able to spend time with you and the (unborn) baby more. he smiles more freely now that he works less missions, but still as cheeky and playful as ever, squishing your cheeks and moving them around as he plants kisses on them. he also shows his feelings more, not afraid to bury his face in your neck and ask for head rubs or tell you he might be thinking about suguru a little too much; the first time satoru put his head to your swelling belly and heard the kid kick he teared up right away, baby talking to the baby bump like the sap he is.
. . . who at first hated his family name because it was only ever associated with his powerful father and then him, with both of his renowned techniques, how it pointed straight to him being the strongest and a cog in the machine to overwork. but now, gojo rather likes it, referring to you as âmy wifeâ and âmrs. gojoâ more times than necessary. you gave him his surname meaning by saying your vows and slipping his (rather expensive) ring on your fourth finger. you gave the family name a sense of warmth and homeliness whenever heâd come home to you humming a tune from high school and cooking up some dinner. you gave âgojoâ a worth that means more than just the six eyes and limitless â that itâd mean that gojo was the penthouse in some far off tokyo district coupled with you and the baby growing in you.
. . . who when first handed his baby girl, cried full on tears in the hospital, both arms wrapped so snugly around his baby because he was afraid he was going to hurt her or drop her in some way. gojo is generally pretty large in stature that he makes your baby girl look so small that itâs endearing. your cheeks hurt from smiling so much at them, not having the energy to capture the moment since you just quite literally delivered. but satoru much rather have his girls in the picture, handing the baby back to you before he reveals his phone to snap a picture.
âw-would ya look at her?â satoru coos, rocking and bouncing his body gently to ease your baby back into slumber. thereâs an ugly show of a mess on his face â snot falling everywhere and tear stains lining his cheeks. but thereâs one final thing that has gojo choking up all over again; the baby is curious and feels up his hand, your husband letting a finger out before she curls her small fist around his finger. âoh my god.â itâs cute seeing gojo so distraught as tears spring to his eyes again and he canât even form words. it makes the baby laugh and he sobers up a little, sniffing and raising a brow. âlove seeing your papa cry, huh?â and the baby sputters again and giggles and satoru swears he ascends to heaven and mutters a promise more to himself than your darling girl. âiâll protect that little smile for as long as i live, okay?â â¶
. . . who is entirely enamoured with his baby girl, carrying her a little too much when she should be in the crib, singing her little songs or pointing out the colours of the sky in the nursery. you watch the scenes like a proud wife and mother, still not used to the beautiful scenes and childlike decorations of the room â only because satoru would not let you in after learning why ellie from up couldnât conceive even if the paint now was safe. but you donât have the heart to turn away your husband when this is what you get out of it, reminiscent of when gojo had playfully done to tsumiki and megumi before (âthe scenery is beautiful today, gojo-san!â vs. âi already know what colours are, dumbass.â).Â
. . . who only asks you to rest while he takes on most of the diaper-changing and feeding duties. you werenât even that old to begin with, but it seemed like just like you were pregnant, satoru found it offensive that youâd think of even lifting a finger. you let him, for a while, until you find out heâs putting on the diaper wrongly and putting a little too much formula in the bottle, but you simply pat his cheek when he tears again. by god, he doesnât want to mess this up, he doesnât want to mess you up, he doesnât want to mess her up, but you show him with your hands wrapped around his. one, two, three, and a half cups into the bottle; wrap around her right, then her left and secure it with the provided adhesive.
âsatoru, baby,â you sigh, going on your tippy toes to kiss away the tears spilling from his cheeks, âyouâre not a bad dad because you didnât know how to make her food or change her diaper.â your fingers are as light as dewdrops, always in awe of his flawless skin and looks, and now, in awe of his consideration and love of your baby girl. âbutââ you put up a finger, âno butsâ remember? we promised each other not to be sorry if we canât help it. you are human, my love.â gojo heaves a shaky sigh and swallows away the sobs, nodding against your hand as he covers it and leans into your touch. âi am human,â and a little later after quelling the babyâs cries in bed, âthank you.â â¶
. . . who, when sheâs old enough, takes her on flying mishaps, hands tucked under her arm pits to guide her through the house in exaggerated flight. it feels like dad is superman, the sofa, high chair, even mama is all too far away from her and sheâs onto her next exciting adventure. the bubbly giggles from your darling girl is the only sound that matters to satoru, alongside your laughter as you watch the two in play while dinner simmer besides you. higher! higher! she asks when she can speak and he does just that with his imposing height, but gojoâs tallness never intimidates his baby girl; no, not when gojo satoru is her hero and you, her solace.
. . . who gives nothing but a multitude of praises when his girl is leaning more into the artistic side, asking for colour pencils and crayons and paint to explore her creativity that with each drawing she shows him, he gasps, falls to the floor, and cries out how it should belong in a museum! gojo is doing the most â hands on his chin and pointing to various parts of the drawing and discussing the âmeaningâ behind it when all your girl wanted to do was draw the three of you as a happy family. heâs buying the frame, making a plaque for the artwork to be hung; when heâs making copies of the artwork to keep in a folder, heâs crying his eyes out (âshe just wanted to draw us, us! as a family!â you giggle, âyes, satoru, thatâs what we are.â)
. . .who teaches her the basic things, not shying away from the harsh realities of the world and jujutsu society. he tells her about boys who make fun of girls and think itâs acceptable, or teachers that would only like the strong boys to carry the chairs to the centre of the classroom. he thinks that if heâs going to do this parenting shit, heâs going to do it right, not the way his parents did it, not the way the higher-ups âlookedâ over young sorcerers. he covers self-defense, verbal comebacks as well as a rejected raise of her hand to threaten a punch (you were the one to stop him from teaching her that â you could only thank it wasnât a middle finger instead), praising and rewarding her with candy and blown raspberries into her skin.
. . . who teaches her mama is as important as he is, but your darling girl already knows the value of her mother who holds her tight when she has a nightmare, or the airplane on mamaâs airline that always holds delicious food. she knows how much her mother loves her when youâre sharing a smile with her at the dinner table as satoru chokes again on his food, and when you pat her to sleep while telling the story of how you and gojo met. thatâs why she was the one to suggest that they both bake you a cake for your birthday â with her as the head chef and satoru as her sous chef.Â
âit has to be perfect, papa! no more burning the pancakes in the morning or putting too much sugar.â gojo stifles a laugh at that; it seems that his baby girl had heard the many trivial mishaps that had happened in the kitchen, snapping out of his daze when his daughter lands a light slap on his cheek. âpay attention!â satoru fully laughs now, okay, okay! he says and they read through the recipe together â a family recipe passed down to you â and they try their best. the flour is a little messy, the sugar is a tad too much and satoru thinks he may have preheated the oven too high a heat, but then thereâs the familiar smell of the vanilla extract and the rise of the cake in the tin. your baby cheers, collapsing into gojoâs arms in front of the oven and together on the floor, they watch the cake ascend.
âcareful, baby, itâs hot.â gojo brings her away when the cake is finally done, dramatically smelling and letting out a sigh at it, âit smells really good, ainât it?â she purses her lips and points to herself, âall due to me!â and gojo hums in agreement. heâs content to let his baby girl take all the credit when sheâs looking as adorable like that, finding that her confidence is looking more and more like his while your kindness shows when sheâs propped up on the kitchen island and saying, âbut papa was the one who helped me pour everything! so maybe itâs because of both me and papa.â
the âthank youâ that satoru whispers into his girlâs temple is a whisper, and the house falls into a comfortable, more calm atmosphere as they work on the icing together. itâs clear that all her excitement has caught up to her and sheâs now feeling a little sleepy in between, only shooting up when gojoâs announced the icingâs all mixed properly. âhappy . . birthday . . mama,â she draws out in the air with satoruâs finger clutched between her fist, a clear layout in her young mind that he had no choice but to listen (he would always listen), lathering first the white base icing before the pressuring job comes and his darling girl is looking at him with narrowed eyes, âdonât mess it up, papa!â
âi wonâtââ and before gojo can start on the lettering, youâre depositing the house keys into the bowl your husband gifted you in high school, letting out a chuckle at the scene before you: the sorcererâs face caked in white, vanilla extract and broken egg shells on the island and in the middle of it, your husband and your daughter looking like deer caught in headlights.
âhi, mama,â they say in unison and your grin only widens. you could hardly be mad when this doesnât happen often, already knowing the occasion, but they seemed to be a little bummed out from being found out so you only hope your hug can make it up. your baby girl goes first: she squeals when sheâs scooped into your arms, smile so bright it could mirror any angel in heaven. while she still pouts, sheâs more than happy to wish you a happy birthday. âthank you, baby. was baking with papa fun?â
she nods so hard her whole body moves in your arms, âpapa is very bad at measuring stuff, though.â
you burst out laughing while your husband falls into a greater pout than your daughter did, brushing off the flour from his arms and taking the both of you into his embrace, âsheâs so mean to me, sweets.â
âiâm not, just telling the truth. mama, i was the head chef, so i get to say what heâs bad at.â gojoâs pout worsens and you coo, pulling him closer.
âyes, but daddy did help with everything, didnât he?â you whisper, brushing away the strands that fall over her face. youâve never really taken the time to take in everything: her white hair, those blue eyes that are a little darker, the lines at the side of her smile that look like yours. instinctively, your forehead rests against hers and upon feeling her nod, you think that this is all you need. âthank you, darling.â and your girl grins again when she feels your peck on her forehead. gojo only can look at his girls with a content smile, pout stretching into his face while his hand never stops caressing your back. âcan daddy have a kiss too?â
that night when sheâs put to sleep after much protest (you both give in and end up watching your favourite movie together as a present), youâre drawing circles on gojoâs bare chest which also has grown a little bit of hair. his lips upon your hair feels like a divine blessing; he speaks.
âhappy birthday again, baby,â a kiss, âonly if you came home a liiittle later, though.â
you laugh softly, âactually, i sort of heard your shenanigans when i was standing outside the front door.â satoru jerks from the comfortable position, prompting your head to hit the headboard in a loud âthudâ.
âoops sorry, babyâ but what?!â
you shake your head, roll your eyes, pull him back to tuck yourself under his chin, âyouâre so damn dramatic. i just didnât want to interrupt the both of you. you mean a lot to her, you know.â
gojo sighs, moving away a bit for your head to tilt up and his heart still pulls and tugs like so many years ago. if he recalls correctly, itâs just exactly like this that you shared your first kiss together, the line between friends and lovers blurring so much that all it took was your eyes staring into his to make him notice he never had infinity on around you.
âyou made me forget what i was gonna say,â satoru mumbles, a laugh cutting through his features when you smile sheepishly. he copies your outburst, âyouâre so damn beautiful.â
âand you mean a lot to her, too. we mean a lot to her â itâs the least we can do when youâve brought such a beautiful baby into the world,â gojo mutters â itâs late and heâs slurring his words from the fatigue. his eyes glow under the night light and he holds on to you just a little tighter, âto give her a normal life.â
his smile doesnât quite reach his eyes, and thereâs the sheen of his tears again. âwe will succeed, donât you worry.â you silence his doubts with a kiss, âyouâre doing a great job of a father, âtoru. i will keep reminding you until my voice turns hoarse and i canât speak.â
normally, heâd tease you but all it does is make the tears full spill over; but theyâre happy this time. satoru only lets you catch his lips in a deep kiss, quietening his sobs as your hands fumble at his undercut and his face. you can hear the faint âthank youââs he mumbles and youâre also close to crying, pulling away to admire him â god, you loved him so much you feel like you could collapse. he loved you so much he would do it all over again if it meant having you in every life.
âthank you for having me. thank you for loving me, baby,â satoru whispers, wiping at your tears as did you and he laughs, âdunno why weâre cryinâ. sâpposed to be a happy moment.â
you huff (of course, heâd say something funny now), but thatâs just one of many things you love about him. all you do is hold him closer that night and mutter a prayer â to virgin, to buddha, to anyone who would listen.
it might get difficult along the way: one of you may need to take on more missions, your baby will be growing up and heading to school. there will be difficult talks, puberty, tantrums, none of you were truly ready. and yet, despite it all, youâd still have your satoru, the one who made tsumiki and megumi into what they are today. despite it all, youâd still have each other and your darling girl, your family of gojoâs whose definition changed from suffocating to belonging. despite it all, as long as galaxies are created and supernovas happening and the planets revolve around the sun, itâd take light years for your love to diminish even one speck.
your love for each other could surpass the cosmos â that in itself is enough.
MDNI 18+ BLOG -> ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED
pairing â sub-ish!mingi x soft dom-ish!f!reader
synopsis â Mingi really likes your boobs. So much so that he's willing to skip work for them.
content/genre â smut 18+ MDNI, fluff (warnings below the cut)
word count â 1.3k
note â this just came out of me on a whim. like, yeah, i've been thinking about mingi being a boob guy forever, but this one just kind of fell out of me and into a word document in the middle of the night đ anyway have fun boos
also the dom/sub dynamic isn't super prominent, but i thought i'd put it in there
AND nothing was proofread, so if you see a typo...no you didn't. don't tell me about it đ
Song Mingi loves boobs. He really does. He loves how soft they are. He loves how well they fit in his hands. He loves absolutely everything about them.
Of course, your boobs are his favorite. And it is no secret to you that he loves your chest. Maybe you picked up a couple hints from the way he oogles at the lowcut tops you wear sometimes. Or maybe its the way he grabs and holds them any chance he gets that gave you an inkling.
The biggest, most obvious tell, though, is how he can never remove his face from them. Ever. When youâre watching a movie on the couch, heâs laying on top of your chest while you play with his hair. When heâs fucking you relentlessly, he keeps his lips attached to your tits, occasionally biting and bruising them.Â
And even now, as the sun slowly starts to light up your bedroom, his face is burrowed in your chest. Only the thin cotton t-shirt youâre wearing separates his face from your skin. Youâre both laying on your sides, facing each other. Your leg tucked securely between his arm and his waist.Â
As per usual, you wake before him, gazing down as his pretty face pressed against your chest. In the low, orange light of your bedroom, you could see the outlines of his face. The flutter of his eyelashes. The way his lips were parted ever so slightly as he slept so peacefully. His soft snores and the sound of your ceiling fan overhead were the only noises in the room.
You brushed through his hair with your fingers, softly scratching his scalp and kissing the top of his head. You loved to watch him sleep. The softness of his features and his relaxed disposition just made you feel so at home. And being able to coddle him just made everything so worthwhile.
After several uninterrupted minutes of you playing with his hair, Mingi begins to shift around in his sleep. You kiss the top of his head again as he wakes up. He only nuzzles deeper into your chest.Â
âMingi, baby, you have to get up soon,â you whisper, bruising his hair back to look at his eyes which are still closed with his brows furrowed in protest.Â
He shook his head and groaned, âWhat time is it?â
âItâs already seven. You have to leave soon.â
âFuck that. Iâm not going anywhere.â Youâre somewhat aware of his hand creeping up your shirt.
You hummed, âBaby, I know you want to stay in bed, but you told the guys youâd be on time today. And youâve been late every single day this week.â
He didnât say anything, instead, he creeped his hand even further up your shirt until he reached your breast. âMingi.â You warned as he held it in his hand, softly pinching your nipple between his fingers, He finally opened his eyes and looked up at you with his big brown eyes.Â
âAngel, let me stay with you this morning. Itâs okay if Iâm a little late. I just wanna stay with you for a little bit.â
âMingi,â you scolded, failing, though, to keep down the moan that bubbled out of you when he rolled your nipple under his thumb, âYou cannot distract me with sex every time you donât wanna get out of bed.â
âDonât think of it as distracting you,â he pulled your shirt up even further, and you let him pull in over your head, âI just wanna make my girl feel good.â He took your nipple into his mouth.
Your grip on his hair tightened as you sighed at the feeling of his tongue playing with you as his hand held your other breast between his fingers. He groaned as you pulled his hair.
His other hand teased the waistband of your panties, snapping the elastic against your skin. Slowly, he pulled the garment down your legs, and you helped him to kick it off. His free hand ventured between your thighs.Â
âOh fuck baby,â you groaned as he ran is fingers through your folds.Â
He pressed two fingers against your hole, âFuck angel, youâre so warm.â He sighed as he sunk them into you, causing you to tighten your grip on his hair.
He continued to explore your chest with his mouth. Playing with your nipples and biting the skin around them. He lazily played your clit with us thumb as he fucked you fingers into you. God you were so beautiful he couldnât take it. From your pretty pussy, to your beautiful face. And god your tits. You smelt so good, too, that all he could do was breathe you in.Â
You felt so relaxed as he played with you. The morning drowsiness wore off only to be replaced by the blissful mess of your pretty boyfriend getting off to making you feel good.
It was beyond obvious that he was enjoying this. Partially from the way he enthusiastically pleasured you. But you could also feel how hard he was getting against your thigh. You teased him a bit by pressing your thigh into his length. He whined.
âOh baby. Let me help you,â you pulled away from him, much to his dismay. He pouted, âDonât give me that face baby. Iâll make you feel good I promise.âÂ
You told him to sit against the headboard after stripping him down completely. You took that opportunity to crawl over him, softly holding his length in your hand, pumping it just enough for him to squirm just a bit. Chuckling, you leaned in to kiss him softly, âCan I ride you baby?â You whispered against his lips.
He nodded with begging eyes, âPlease, angel.â
You positioned yourself over him, rubbing his length along your folds. He let out a moan as you sunk down onto him, his voice cracking.Â
His head fell back as you started to bounce up and down on him. As his head spun when he felt you tighten around him as you moved your hand down to play with your clit. It was only a couple seconds, though, before his face was back in your chest. Kissing and biting your breasts as you fucked yourself put on his cock.
He relentlessly moaned into your chests, and you could he was getting close. His little cries were the biggest indication of how close he was. And he couldnât help it. The combination of being buried deep in your pretty cunt and having your tits all in his face was a fucking wet dream (one he had had many times before).
âYou close, baby?â You asked pulling his face out of your chest by his hair to look him in the eyes. He nodded with his jaw dropped open. âYeah?â
âPlease, angel, let me cum,â His voice was weak as he felt himself get lost, âPlease Iâve been so good.â
âYou wanna fill me up?â You asked, speeding up your pace. He frantically nodded, eyes rolling back in his head, âOk baby, you can cum.â You let him finish, filling you up completely. You followed soon after with your own orgasm that made your legs weak as it washed over you.
When you pulled off of him, he was quick to return his hand to your cum filled pussy. He grabbed some of it on his fingers to smear it all over your chest, âYouâre so pretty, angel.â He leaned back in to lick the cum off your tits. You giggled softly as his neediness.Â
âThank you baby. How about we go hop in the shower? You have to get to work soon.âÂ
He nodded and made his way to the shower. Surprised to absolutely no one, though, Mingi did not go to work that day.
synopsis: years after your rite of passage, the boy whoâs heart you broke just wonât leave you alone. clarisse, your girlfriend, quickly decides sheâs not a fan.
a/n: should i stop procrastinating and then forcing myself to write shitty fics quickly? probably. but not today!! this is kinda just like an au of dont delete the kisses but⊠you guessed it⊠IDC!!!!!!!! from this ask
thank you all so much for patiently waiting i love yâall soooooo muuccchhhhhh đ«¶đ«¶đ as i mentioned on my acc i have the next week off from school, pls expect more content then!!
Because Of You - Lana Del Rey (Unreleased)
warnings: NOT PROOFREAD, this sucks so bad yâall sorry lolllll, y/n is a year round camper!, starts out very background heavy but i really donât care đ, creepy men UGH, ugly bitches not being able to let shit go, im gonna say sexual harassment just incase, swearing, usual demigod stuff yâall know what youâre getting into, jealous!clarisse YESSS, possessive!clarisse ik i screamed!!, protective!clarisse too, slightly graphic makeout scene, i think thatâs all, tell me if i missed anything!!
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When you were young, you were thrilled by the thought of love.
The idea of belonging not only with someone- bodies fitting together like puzzles pieces- but belonging to someone- wrapping around you like a warm blanket.
Later, your half-siblings would describe mostly similar experiences to yours- an overwhelming desire to be loved, wanted, needed. Ever since you ran into camp with a monster hot on your heels and satyr shouting encouragement next to you- everyoneâs stared at you. They poke and prod, they act like theyâve never seen a daughter of Aphrodite before.
Itâs annoying, but it makes you feel good- but not quite.
Until Alek came along.
You were both 13, you still believed in soulmates, and you wanted nothing more than to be with each other for the rest of your lives.
You were 13, and he felt like the only one for you.
And when you had to break up with him to fulfill your rite of passage- it felt like the world was ending. You cried for days and begged your sister Phoebe to say it wasnât a true, it was just a mean, mean prank.
But she couldnât tell you that, and there were more types of love that romantic.
While you longed to hold someone, to be held- you also craved your motherâs approval like you were starving. You wanted her love, you wanted her to visit you in your dreams, you wanted gifts from her, you wanted everything and anything she could give you.
So, it hurt like you had never known hurt before, but you did it. Alek seemed entirely indifferent to it, almost ignoring you and pretending you hadnât said it- but you felt a warmness around you, a dove flew between trees, you knew your mother was there and she approved.
Breaking up with Alek felt like the sun had exploded on top of you.
Being with Clarisse felt like the sun was wrapped around you.
â-
After Alekâs initial denial, he went through all the other stages of grief, mourned your relationship like you did, and you came out on the other side with a one-sided agreement to forget it ever happened.
Alek got stuck. Or went back. He started to believe that you were still meant to be, that much you could tell.
Until that day at the training fields when your hand slipped at archery and you almost shot Clarisse in the head- and she had glared at you so harshly while you ran over and examined her head, gushing out apologies and fretting over her.
She pushed you away, hand lingering for a second, eyes softening before she quickly looked away.
âJust⊠be more careful,â she had said, almost like a question, like she wasnât sure the words were coming out of her mouth.
And, Gods, were you terrified it was all some secret plan. Make you think it was alright only to corner you in the woods and probably kill you, or something.
And when she asked the next day to teach you how to shoot a bow, you agreed with tears in your eyes, knowing of her reputation, and it took a lot of trust and a lot of swapped secrets for her to prove to you it wasnât all some elaborate plan.
But even if her plan was to kill you the entire time, you fell in love over her fixing your stance, hands brushing as you accidentally grabbed the same arrow, stolen looks across the pavilion.
It wasnât until a random kid bumped into you, making you fall and twist your ankle. Clarisse had this look in her eyes that was so genuine, so full of love and care for you, softly caressing your leg after she had punched the other kid in the face.
And you realize as she said you were doing great, limping while she helped you to the infirmary, that this was something.
And as much as you hated the violence being committed over you, it was the hottest thing youâve ever seen, and the warmth in your chest was all you had ever wanted. This was what it was like to belong with someone, to someone, with her, to her.
This was what it was like to be admired. Loved. Wanted. Needed.
And when she softly told you goodbye, you had kissed the corner of her lips and thanked her- turning to walk into your cabin, ankle already feeling better thanks to the ambrosia.
She grabbed you by the wrist and turned you around, pulling you against her tightly and kissing you so harshly like she had just found the secret to the world in her lips on yours, her hands on your hips.
And when she finally pulled away, embarrassing strings of spit connecting your lips, she said she was sorry. Probably the first time she had ever said that to someone, and you smiled.
âSorry. Itâs just⊠once your lips were on mine, I donât think I can ever stop. I donât wanna stop.â
And she kissed you again and it was all you ever wanted out of this life- to love and be loved, to hold and to be held, and it was all because of her.
â-
The welcome back campfire is your favorite time of year.
Itâs when the camp comes alive, when the Gods themselves seem to return to this place- even Mr. D is a bit more lively with all the pure infectious energy running through the first few days of camp. Everyoneâs getting settled, classes havenât started quite yet, and the year round campers get a much needed break.
As much as you and Clarisse wanted to keep things private, when she punches someone in the middle of the pavilion for accidentally bumping into you, itâs not hard to figure out Clarisse cares for you more than she does anyone else.
And after one of your younger siblings, Cara, a 12-year-old notorious for staying up late, saw you and Clarisse kissing that first night- it spread like wildfire.
But it was the winter, so it still felt secret, until summer rolled around and Clarisse kept getting more and more annoyed by every camper who entered the gates. She would grab at you in the middle of meals, drag you into her bed, even kiss you in public- do all these things that seemed so out of character for her, but she was a different person when she was with you.
Everyone had been looking at you oddly all night, shocked, confused, even Clarisse has cracked a genuine smile at someone who dropped their drink- squeezing your hand.
Maybe they had all heard the rumors. Maybe they didnât believe them.
But itâs all cleared up when Clarisse leads you to the best seat, the log not too far from the fire but not too close, wrapping her arms around you and kissing your temple.
Your cheeks heat up, only because Clarisse is never this touchy in public, and never around this many people before.
All of the eyes on you feel weird- they feel so judging.
And youâre not used to that, however vain it may be.
âEveryoneâs staring at us,â you mumble, shuffling closer to Clarisse so your legs are pressed together.
She leans her head against your shoulder. ââS okay. Donât worry about âem, baby.â
You huff. âDid no one ever teach them itâs rude to stare, though? Like⊠câmon.â
She sighs dramatically, lifting her head from your shoulder.
âStop fuckinâ staring,â she says. Not quiet shouting, but her voice is loud and forceful. Her voice carries weight.
And eventually, at the risk of Clarisseâs wrath, all the wandering eyes stop.
A few of Clarisseâs siblings laugh from around you, commenting that the stares were getting a bit ridiculous, everyone just grateful that you all might get a little reprieve from the overwhelming stares and whispers.
But, you still feel uneasy. Clarisse kisses your shoulder.
And while you look around at the faces very pointedly not staring at you, thereâs one person who still is. You roll your eyes, open your mouth to comment on it- but your mouth quickly snaps close at the sight of Alek.
â-
You donât mention it to Clarisse. Maybe because breaking his heart haunts you, maybe what could have been haunts you.
You try not to think of Alek or that night, you try not to think of the entire age of 13. You always knew that Alek never quite let you go. He still sort of believed that the two of you would come back together- subscribing to some abstract belief soulmates.
You donât think about Alek. Everything you do is because of her, because of Clarisse.
Sometimes, knowing you have secret admirers makes you feel all happy, but now that Clarisse sneaks you into her cabin every night- it makes you feel weird. You really donât want anyone except for Clarisse, the idea of even being near someone else kinda disgusts you.
But, you choose to believe that maybe he was just shocked, and heâll get over it in a few days.
You spend your days in the summer sun with Clarisse, holding her hand on walks through the strawberry fields, still using your archery lessons to spend time together, staring at each other from across the pavilion at meals, dreaming about a future together when it gets dark and youâre forced to whisper softly.
Alek is just always lurking. Is it coincidence? Is he stalking you? Every time youâre with Clarisse, trying to enjoy a nice date, heâs there- staring at you like a lovesick puppy.
And if it wasnât because of her, you would probably be flattered. But you have Clarisse, youâve moved on, youâre in love and happy.
Itâs the late afternoon, youâre trying to enjoy a long moment with her, breathe in the sweet smell and just feel how happy you are, know itâs because of her.
The fields are still crowded with kids who pushed off their chores until the end of the day, so you and Clarisse stay on the outskirts. Not too far into the woods thatâs filled with satyrs and nymphs who have grown very hostile towards any two campers who make their way into the woods. But not too close.
You donât even register that other people are there. Youâre going on about your annoying half-brother, sheâs pretending to listen intently- but itâs just enough to be here with her, and at least sheâs listening to the sound of your voice. At least that brings her some comfort, and that makes you feel good.
âAnd then, he said-â you trail off, feeling like somethingâs crawling all over you, practically being able to feel the anger in the air.
âHm, what?â Clarisse asks, snapping out of her reverie at your silence.
Alek is glaring at you, of course. It just feels so juvenile. You had received letters from him for years- ones that he didnât sign- but you knew. He said that the two of you had so much more to give together, that a second chance was all he needed to make you forget about the rite of passage, about pleasing your mother.
Clarisse squeezes your hand, leaning closer to you.
You used to like the feeling of getting those letters, of knowing you were loved and wanted. But now, with Clarisse, because of her- it feels wrong.
She follows your eye line and Alek quickly looks away, back down at the strawberries heâs supposed to be picking.
Clarisseâs hand tightens around yours.
âWho the hell is that?â she huffs.
You suck in a breath. âAlek.â
âAl-huh?â
You smile, despite how uneasy you feel.
âAlek, Clarisse. From my rite of passage?â
âOh,â she nods, nose scrunching ever so slightly. âThe one who left you those creepy letters? Has he left anymore?â
âNo, no,â you say, risking one more glance at his back- just to assure yourself. Maybe youâre just making it all up. âNot since last summer. I mean, he was staring at us the night of the bonfire too, heâs always around on all our dates- itâs just creepy, at this point.â
âSounds like the fucker has a death wish,â she drawls. âIâd be happy to help him with it.â
You bump her shoulder with yours. âYeah, yeah Miss Violence.â
She smiles back, but she searches her eyes and you can tell she doesnât like what she sees.
âHey, câmon. Iâll kill him if he pulls some shit again.â
âClarisse.â
âBeat him up?â
âClarisse.â
âPhysically threaten him?â
âClar-â
She smacks her hand over your mouth. âShhh,â she smiles. âDonât stress. Iâll take care of it.â
âClarisse!â you shout, laughing, but her hand is still pressed tight over your moth.
âOh, sorry, baby, I canât hear you!â
âBitch,â you hiss, and she frowns.
âMean.â
â-
Clarisse, unfortunately, is true to her word.
Alek finally leaves you a note. Itâs simple, unsigned, but obviously him. You recognize his chicken scratch scrawl.
All it says is:
I miss you, we could be something
She writes him a note back, a long one- first talking about all of her accomplishments as a daughter of Ares, then detailing all the ways sheâll make him regret thinking about you.
She tells you now, whispers in her bed, she laughs and your mouth hangs open.
âClarisse!â you gasp, scolding her with a soft hit to her shoulder.
She rolls her eyes and moves closer to you.
âWhat else was I supposed to do? Ignore it? You donât know me if you think I could just ignore some random dude flirting with my girlfriend. Heâs a fuckinâ weirdo, and hopefully that note will teach him somethinâ.â
âI mean. I doubt it will,â you mumble after a moment.
She smiles, your heart squeezes- because her smile is so beautiful- and because Clarisse never smiles like this. Itâs bloodthirsty. Itâs almost inhuman. Itâs Godly.
âThen Iâll have to teach him in⊠other terms.â
â-
Dinner this evening is slow and relaxed. Itâs Friday, so youâve all made it to the end of the first official week of camp. Chiron letâs the rules fade away tonight, cabin tables have been abandoned and everyone sits where they want.
A few Hermes kids volunteered to start a fire, Mr D is busy trying to get the new kids to sneak him some alcohol- but heâs hard pressed to find ones who havenât already been warned not to.
The energy in the air is infectious. The promise of a late wake up tomorrow, a fun night, the feeling of the moon and the fire, warmth on your skin- itâs a recipe for lowered inhibitions, for everything to come a little easier.
Clarisse sits next to you a table in the pavilion. Youâre surrounded by Silena and Beckendorf, a few Hermes kids, a few Ares kids- a big mosh of random campers squeezed together at this one table- but it works, for whatever reason.
Thereâs nothing like laughing at someoneâs shitty joke and feeling Clarisse laugh with you, pressed close to her so you can feel her chest rumble, feel her arm squeeze around you.
âHe did what?!â Silena screeches, looking at you with wide eyes.
You laugh at her shock, at the audacity of Alek.
She sneaks a quick glance at Clarisse, who seems entirely engrossed in her siblingsâ arm wresting tournament at the next table over.
âYeah,â you sigh, feeling sort of complacent with it now. Itâs not like anything will change. Youâre here because of her, because of Clarisse. Everything you do is because of her.
Breathing, eating, sleeping. Basic human functions and the need to survive has only strengthened with the motivation of staying alive for her.
âAnyways,â you smile. âClarisse left him back this big, long note. All about how sheâs the strongest girl at camp,â you roll your eyes, but youâre smiling too big to be anything but joking. Besides, everyone knows sheâs probably right. âAnd then threatened him a whole bunch. So, hopefully, heâll just get his head out of his ass and then everything will be good again.â
You breathe out at the end of your small rant, and Silena smiles sympathetically.
âHopefully,â she echoes.
But, because of Clarisse, because of her arms around you, you donât feel anything but peace.
â-
Of course, life is not straightforward for demigods.
At the end of the day, youâre doomed to fall in your parents footsteps- except there is no immortality for you to fall back on. Youâre vain and youâre proud, just like your parents, and you step too far, jump too high, and youâre as left dust on the floor.
Even though the same path had been left out for you to repeat, doomed footsteps to follow in, you step where they stepped and expect a different end.
The night is pitch black, besides for the brilliant stars and the bright, bright moon. It makes everything feel so private and secret. It makes Clarisse relax, makes her hold you closer but looser.
It feels good to feel her arm loose around you. Sheâs not afraid of you disappearing, because she knows of someone dragged you away you would rise up from the waves and straight back into her, into her arms.
The Apollo kids are playing music, voices hum along, the night is on fire with the crackles and the rising smoke, on fire with the peace, the content.
It feels like nothing can hurt you here.
But youâre a demigod, and life is not that easy.
The seat next to you is abandoned, and you barely even take notice as itâs quickly filled again- but you take notice of the eyes on you, of the body leaning forward to speak softly to you.
The fact that heâs here, the fact that he blatantly didnât listen- you suppose you could have felt some sympathy for before, craving a life that wasnât his anymore. Living off of memories made him too hungry.
Your mouth presses into a thin line as you recognize the voice in your ear.
âY/N, I jusâ wanna talk.â
The rest of the table has fallen silent, and you realize everyone had almost immediately taken notice of his entrance- and you could tell by the way Clarisseâs body was tense against yours- he would regret ever coming over here.
âClarisse,â you mumble, shifting closer to her.
She hooks her head over her shoulder, shifting completely so sheâs straddling the bench, pressed up against your back.
Her tone is genuinely confused.
âAre you, like, okay in the head?â
The table, previously silent with fear, now bubbles with forced laughter.
âItâs not of your business,â Alek says, staring directly into your eyes. You feel like a deer caught in headlights, just completely shocked, too scared to move like it will all become real.
Clarisse puts her hand on your forehead and floats it down across your face, and your eyes voluntarily flutter shut.
âYouâre not even worthy of being looked at by her,â and you can hear the smile on her voice. She confidence seeping from her pores- you can feel it all with the way sheâs protectively wrapped around you.
âY/N,â he says again, ignoring her through gritted teeth. âI just want to talk.â
âIf you say one more fuckinâ word to my girlfriend Iâm gonna kill you.â
Thereâs no smile on her voice, no edge of a joke. Not even angry. Sheâs deathly calm. Sheâs focused, like a 20 pound weight sinking to the bottom of the sea. She cuts through whatever she has to and everything else knows to avoid her.
You donât know why the hell Alek just canât let the 13 year old version of you go, why heâs looking something where thereâs nothing, and youâre just so done with all of this.
You open your eyes, sitting up, letting Clarisseâs arms fall around you in confusion.
âAlek,â you start, softly. âWe dated for a month when we were 13. Thatâs all it was, thatâs all itâs ever gonna be. Itâs over, okay?â
âExactly,â he breathes. âA month when we were 13- and we were that good together? We could do so much more now, I wanna show you.â
âOkay, Iâm done,â you mumble, standing up.
And without you in between, Alek finally gets a good look at the daughter of war. Sheâs pure, streamlined muscle. Every inch of her body has been meticulously trained to kill monsters- Alek knows that killing him would be easy.
Clarisse cracks her knuckles and you almost laugh at how cinematic it is.
â-
You hum as you run the alcohol pad over her split knuckles. Clarisse likes to leave the scars like this, the small ones, let them heal on her own. Even though she winces at the feeling, you know sheâll be walking around, proudly showing off her scabs until they finally fade away. Sheâll cross her fingers and hope they scar, probably.
Clarisse watches you with admiration, admiring your movements, your voice, even though youâre really not doing anything special. But, to her, everything you do is special.
âDid you see how bad his face was?â she asks, trying to remain calm, but eagerness slips into her voice.
âI did,â you laugh. âIt was real bad, baby. Good job.â
She huffs, as if itâs common knowledge.
âI always do a good job, just matters what level of good Iâm on. I think this was one of my best works though, huh?â
She admires her split knuckles and you roll your eyes, finally starting to put some bandaids on the clean wounds.
âYouâre crazy,â you mutter.
She shrugs. âYouâre the one who let me. Youâre the one who loves me.â
âYeah,â you mumble after a moment, not really wanting to lie to her, tease her right now. She smiles soft and sweet, placing her fingertips against your jawline and leaning forward.
âDid you like watching me?â she breathes, her low voice hitting you right in the stomach, breath against your lips.
You circle her biceps with your hands and run them up and down the tense muscle.
âYou know I did.â
âThree months no dessert,â she smiles.
âThree months of sharing with you,â you laugh. She smiles wider before finally, mercifully, putting her lips on yours.
Everything you do is because of Clarisse. It feels so good to be close to her like this- practically in her lap- fo feel how strong she is, to know what she did for you today.
It feels so good to know she loves you.
When you pull away, trying to chase her, she dodges you and kisses your jawline, your neck, and you throw your head back and release the most unladylike sounds as she leaves hickies on your neck, seemingly determined to make them as dark as possible, as easy to see. And a lot of them.
âJealous?â you say, biting your lip to keep in a moan.
âJust want everyone to know youâre my girl. Want everyone to know who makes you feel good, feel loved, huh?â
You stomach twists and your mind goes blank.
âHuh?â she repeats, sticking her face in your neck to breathe in and out, catching her breath. âWhy you feelinâ like this, baby?â
âBecause of you,â you breathe. âBecause of you, Clarisse.â
â-
y/n walking around the next day looking like she got attacked by a vampire
silena trying to be happy for yâall but also concerned for your health
clarisse just being proud as hell
â-
this was small so idk if yâall picked it up but clarisse was jealous before alek even came along- jealous that there were more campers coming! like? she just doesnât like unworthy losers looking at her girl đ
I donât know their ship name! Do they have a ship name? Anywayyy, I was thinking long and hard about this, I want it to be đ€đ»
So I was thinking, Remus x James x reader, possibly hyper Jamie and reader, and Remus is chasing after them
or maybe the most beautiful hurt/comfort (because who wants straight angst?) where James is upset because he feels like heâs too much sometimes (even though heâs my perfect baby Angel) and itâs just reader and Remus comforting him
(Fem!reader if thatâs ok) (also reader should have a cat named Birdie, is it because I want Birdie content? Yes. Do I live laugh love Birdie? Also yes.)
kisses đ
okay, I love you, thank you for this request. New rule: NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO HURT OUR SWEET SWEET JAMIES FEELINGS EVER AGAIN đđđđđđ also I couldn't figure out how to incorporate Birdie but I have another request about a reader with a cat so you'll be able to see her there ;)
poly!moonchaser x fem!reader who is in Slytherin
CW: James cries and it's horrible and Marlene should be sent to Azkaban for this.
James was feeling pretty good about Gryffindorâs odds this year for the House Cup. Heâd been working his team a little harder than usual, but he was certain the extra effort would pay off this weekend in their game against Ravenclaw. He wasnât on the quidditch pitch to make friends; he was there to win.
Off the pitch, however?
Off the pitch he loved his friends.
Which was why heâd told everyone to hit the showers whilst he cleaned up the pitch for Madame Hooch.
After James had stored the last of the brooms and quidditch balls in the equipment locker, he began to head past the Beasts classroom for the castle.
He saw Marlene leaning against one of the posts of the building, and James began making his way over to catch up with her but thought better of it once he saw Dorcas Meadows sitting on a table in front of her. He smiled to himself at the thought of his friendâs happiness and took the path on the opposite side of the building in order to give them some privacy.
âPotterâs not working you lot too hard, is he? Youâre actually making Slytherin sweat this year.â Dorcas taunted, earning her a chuckle from her girlfriend.
âHa ha.â Marlene deadpanned before she let out a sigh. âHeâs working us like dogs. I know he loves quidditch, but Godric.â
James knew he was pretty competitive, but he had a job to do as the coach, and like Dorcas said â it was paying off.
âHe can be a lot.â Dorcas assuaged.
Marlene scoffed dramatically. âSirius is a lot; James is too much. Honestly, I donât know how Remus and Y/N keep up with him; heâs exhausting.â
Jamesâ ears filled with cotton as his steps faltered and his heart sunk.
Is this really how his friends thought of him; was he exhausting? Too much?
James knew he could be a lot sometimes; a lot of energy, a lot of fun, a lot of love, a lot of mischief, a lot of noise...
But was he too much?
He loved you and Remus more than anything; he never knew it was possible to love two people so much.
Remus: the moon to his sun, his safe space, his level head, the cool side of his pillow.
And you: his sweet girl, his biggest supporter, his confidante, the quiet in the chaos.
And what was he, then? What was James?
He was loud, he was chaos, he was constant.
Maybe he was too much...
Heâd spent five years with his sights set in the wrong direction before he realized he had everything he could ever want in the two of you, and by some fucking miracle, heâd managed to snag the two most wonderful people in all of Hogwarts, perhaps all of the UK; neigh, the world.
Was he losing the two of you? Was he slowly pushing you guys away? Exhausting you? Were you two going to grow tired of James?
He couldnât lose you guys; he couldnât let that happen.
He wouldnât let that happen.
You and Remus had been sitting at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall when Sirius came back from practice.
âWhereâs Prongs?â Remus asked quickly, earning him a scowl from his long-haired friend.
âGee, hello to you too, Moony.â
Remusâ sigh was accompanied by an eyeroll as he corrected himself. âHello, Sirius. How was practice? Whereâs our boyfriend?â
Sirius adorned a cheeky smile as he began loading up his plate. âHi Remus, Y/N. Lovely evening weâre having. Practice went well; James is working us hard, but I think the extra work is paying off. Weâre shoo-ins for the House Cup this year and-â
âSirius!â
âCirceâs tits, Moons, is it almost your time of your month?â
He was answered with a dinner roll being thrown at his head.
âIâll take that as a yes.â He grumbled. âProngs is tidying up the field, told us all to hit the showers and head to dinner.â
âBlack, youâre a dog.â You grumbled, earning you a boisterous laugh from the dog-like-man himself.
âYou have no idea dollface.â
You groaned. âI canât believe you left our poor, sweet boy cleaning up after you tossers out there all by himself. Itâs getting dark.â You whined, looking to the windows.
âHeâs far too nice to you lot.â Remus agreed, starting a plate for James pre-emptively.
You liked that about Remus. You loved that about Remus; predicting his loved ones needs, always one step ahead the rest of you.
You perked up when you saw the familiar head of hair make his way into the Great Hall, but had an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach when you noticed his demeanour.
âHey bubs.â Remus greeted, seemingly unawares of Jamesâ dour mood. James smiled kindly at Remus, but you noticed the smile never reached his eyes.
You hated it.
âHow was practice?â You asked quickly, earning you a scoff from Sirius.
âWhat? Donât trust my word for it?â
âSod off, Black.â
James itched the back of his neck and avoided eye contact. âIt, erm, it went well, I think. It went well, right Pads?â
Sirius looked inquisitively at his friend but nodded nonetheless. âYeah mate, I think weâre definitely going to see a difference with the extra drills. Fenwick and I were just talking about it.â
âFenwick? Whatâd he say? He thought the practice went well?â James asked eagerly.
Sirius and Remus exchanged a bemused glance as you watched James; he seemed to notice the silent conversation going on between his friend and his boyfriend and curled in on himself.
âSorry.â He muttered quietly, poking at his plate with his fork.
âNo worries Prongs. Fenwick said he was tired, but the good kind. Heâs looking forward to the match this weekend.â Sirius said carefully. James hummed but that was the extent of the conversation.
âEverything okay, James?â Remus asked cautiously as Marlene and Dorcas sat a few seats down. James lifted his head and nodded quickly, offering a quiet âyeah.â
âWhatâs the matter?â You asked quietly, causing Jamesâ eyebrows to furrow.
âNothing, nothing. Iâm not that hungry actually, I think Iâm going to head upstairs.â
He didnât give you any time to argue as he stood from his full plate and left the Great Hall.
You went to stand to go after him, but Remus grabbed your sleeve.
âYou should eat, dove. No sense in both of you going without.â
âBut-â
âWeâll bring him his plate in a little; let him take a minute to himself.â He offered, and though Remus sounded awfully reasonable, you didnât like the idea one bit.
In the perhaps 45 minutes you and Remus spent in the Great Hall, James had already done his bedtime routine and had the curtains to his fourposter bed drawn shut with what sounded like a silencing charm cast around it.
You let out a sigh and moved towards Remusâ bed.
âItâs probably just an off day, dovey. He rarely has them; we can grant him this one, canât we?â Remus lamented.
It didnât feel like an off day, though. Not to you.
Heâd been just fine when you bid him farewell before practice; heâd been talking your ear off about all the new drills he prepared and the extra practices he booked. Heâd been your enthusiastic, sunny boy just a mere few hours ago, and now he was...well...this.
Had you done something? Had you not been enthusiastic enough about his stories? Had you said something to offend him? Maybe he didnât want you here; maybe he wanted to spend tonight with Remus â heâs known him longer, maybe heâd be talking to Remus if you werenât here right now.
âI can hear your brain in overdrive, dove. Whatâs going on inside that head of yours?â
âMaybe I should go to my own dorm tonight?â You asked shyly, earning you an unimpressed look from Remus as he pulled his sleep shirt over his head.
âFat chance Iâm sending you down to the dungeons. Iâve already lost one cuddle partner.â His lip jut out comically at the end of the sentence and you felt some of the tension leave your body.
âOkay, big baby.â You acquiesced with faux resentment, laying back on Remusâ bed and welcoming him into your embrace.
âWeâll fix it tomorrow, yeah?â Remus said into your neck. âHeâll feel better in the morning.â
Except James did not feel better in the morning and now you were spiralling.
Heâd woken up early to go for his run but didnât ask if you wanted to join him (he usually woke you up as he extricated himself from the bed and would always ask if you felt like joining him. Youâve never said yes, but he always asked you anyway).
He changed quietly and sat at the desk to do some schoolwork. You woke up and pressed a kiss to his cheek on your way to the washroom, which earned you little more than half a smile and a quiet âmorningâ.
You couldnât take it anymore; the nerves were eating you alive, and they were only made worse when Remus woke up and James was just as cold with him.
âJamie, have I done something?â You blurted, causing both boys to look at you in horror.
âWhat?â He asked quietly.
âIâm sorry if Iâve done or said something to offend you. I know I can be harsh sometimes and I know that Iâm not often as kind as the two of you; certainly not as nice as you, Jamie. But I often think you guys have worn off on me a bit and Iâm a little less Slytherin-y and-â
But Remus cut you off as you started to ramble. âWhoa, dove. Take a breath, yeah? Youâre alright.â He said gently, placing his hand on your shoulder and gently rubbing his thumb along your collar bone.
âIâm really sorry, Jamie.â You said again, feeling your eyes well with tears.
James' eyes mirrored yours as he looked at you in horror. âNo, angel. No! Youâre perfect, I swear!â He said, tears finally betraying his inner turmoil.
âWhat has you so upset then, Jamie?â Remus asked gently, which caused whatever dam James had set up behind his eyes to fully burst.
âItâs not you guys, honest!â He cried miserably.
You felt all the blood drain from your face at the sight; youâd never seen James this upset before.
âOh, Jamie.â Remus cooed in an exhale moving towards him, obviously just as distressed at Jamesâ upset as you were.Â
âIâm sorry if Iâve been exhausting you lately. I donât mean to be too much.â James whimpered between sobs. Your hands twitched as you stood uselessly, staring at Remus cradling Jamesâ broad frame and gently rocking him back-and-forth, rubbing broad strokes up and down his back.
âWhy...why would you say that, Jamie? Iâve never found you exhausting. âToo muchâ?â You asked incredulously, feeling sort of nauseous at the insinuation that you could ever grow tired of the effervescence that was James Potter.Â
âI overheard people talking about me.â He admitted shyly from the crook of Remusâ neck. Remusâ movements stuttered before he quickly resumed his ministrations.
âWho?â You said simply, hands balling into fists at your sides.Â
âDoesnât matter.â
âLike hell it doesnât.â You argued.
âEasy, dove.â Remus placated, pressing a gentle kiss into Jamesâ hair. âI donât need to know who it was, because they are so far off from the truth.â
âCanât be too far off, Iâve known her my whole life.â James muttered.
âMcKinnon?â You asked with a scoff. You were answered by Jamesâ silence.
âJamie.â You said sternly, stepping towards your boyfriends and causing James to look up at you. âYou have been nothing but pure joy since the moment I met you, and any moment I get to spend by your side is an absolute honour; do you understand me?â
James sighed and tried to turn back into Remusâ shoulder, but you gently grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you.
âI love you so unbelievably much, I worry about my sanity sometimes. One of the best things about me is getting to love you, and having convinced you to love me back. Okay?â
âOkay.â He whispered back, offering you a soft smile.
âYeah?â
James chuckled sadly and took your hand in his. âI love you, Y/N.â
âThat makes me the luckiest girl in the world.â You promised him.
Remus continued rubbing Jamesâ back and whispering sweet nothings into his ear as you got into uniform.Â
âYou okay, Rem? Iâll catch up with you guys later?â You asked him quietly. Remus nodded at you and accepted a chaste kiss to his lips.
You pressed a kiss to the top of James' head, reminding him again that you love him and youâd see him later before heading out in search of the person on your radar.Â
Sirius had gotten up today to find James already gone on his morning run and you and Moony still asleep in bed, so he decided to take the initiative and organise the supplies for the Marauderâs next prank.
âOi, Black.â Sirius heard, causing him to pause in his steps down the corridor.Â
âY/N, weâve known each other since we were in nappies; Iâm pretty sure we were engaged to be wed at one point. I think you can go ahead and call me Sirius.â
Your eyebrows furrowed almost comically as you looked him up and down once, seemingly almost disgusted at the thought of calling him by his given name.
âRight, I will not be doing that. Listen, youâre friends with McKinnon, yeah?â You redirected, falling into step with him as he carried on towards the potions supply closet.Â
âMarlene? Yeah.â
ââKay, deal with her then, because it wonât be pretty if I have to.â You said darkly, causing Sirius to pause again and grab you by your elbow.
âWhoa there; what are you on about?â
You turned towards him with darkened eyes, quite possibly the most like your parents heâd ever seen you. âShe upset James.â You said simply.Â
Sirius scoffed. âPlease. James doesnât get upset. She probably just cheered for his rival team at the World Cup or something.â
âBlack. My sweet, lovely, wonderful boyfriend is upstairs crying right now because he was told he was too much and exhausting.â You said severely, causing Siriusâ heart to stutter.Â
His heart picked back up in double time when he noticed your eyes fill with tears.
âAnd if McKinnon is left to me, it wonât be pretty.â You concluded, sniffing quickly and stuffing your emotions back down deep into your stomach like Sirius knew youâd been raised to do.
âCrying?â Sirius asked breathlessly.
âSobbing.â You corrected.
Well.
Well, this just wouldnât do.
Turns out, Sirius was going to get detention for hitting a girl today.Â
âOi! McKinnon!â Sirius called out when he spotted Marlene sat under a tree on the Hogwarts grounds. âTake your earrings out, you and I are fighting.â He called as he got closer, pulling his earrings own out pre-emptively.Â
Marlene scoffed. âHave you taken one too many bludgers to the head there, Black?âÂ
âWhatâd you say to James?â He carried on.
âPotter?â
âSod off, McKinnon. Whatâd you say?â
âI havenât spoken to him since we all left practice yesterday!â She argued.
âWell you said something, seeing as heâs now apologising to his boyfriend and girlfriend for being âexhaustingâ.â
Sirius watched understanding pass over Marleneâs face as she sighed.
âOh for- âŠhe wasnât meant to hear.â
âMake it a habit of talking poorly about your friends behind their back?â Sirius accused.
âTake it easy, Sirius⊠she didnât mean it.â Dorcas interjected, causing Siriusâ stormy glare to look her way.
âThen whyâd she say it, huh Meadows? Are you calling her a liar then?â
âI was just tired and sore after practice yesterday, SiriusâŠâ Marlene mumbled.
But Sirius didnât care; he didnât want excuses. He wanted everyone to see the James that he saw:
James, who had so much love to give.
James, who gave everything he did 110%.
James, who took care of everyone around him like his life depended on it.
James, who pushed his team to victory because he knew they were capable.
James, who knew he was pushing his team hard so let them all leave early whilst he cleaned up after them.
James, who brought out the best in everyone around him.
James, who offered him a home when he had nowhere to go.
James, who was everyone's safety, smile, sanctuary.
âMaybe if you didnât spend so much of your life finding flaws in everyone else, Marlene, youâd have a little more time to work on your own. I suggest starting with your poor fucking attitude.â He shot at her, feeling the generations of vile, vicious Blackâs creep into his psyche. âPerhaps then youâd manage to be even a quarter as loved as James is.â
âWas that really necessary, Black?â Meadows barked angrily. Sirius scoffed in return.
âNo more necessary than what she said about James. No one upsets Prongs like that, you hear me? So tell your girl to watch her fuckinâ mouth.â
And he stormed back up to the castle.Â
Remus was understandably distressed.
If having his usual bright, sunny boy so down and turned in on himself wasnât bad enough, you seemed to be equally if not more distressed on his behalf.
Heâd been sort of nervous when you took off this morning, but when Remus saw Marlene in one piece in Charms later in the day, he knew you hadnât done any (permanent) damage.
James was glued to your and Remusâ sides for the remainder of the day, and you were both more than happy to fawn over him as much as he needed. His mood didnât seem to improve for your efforts, however.
The three of you were eating dinner with Sirius who was carrying most of the conversation on your behalves, which you and Remus (and likely James) appreciated, when Barty approached the Gryffindor table.
âHey Y/N, I just had the most brilliant i- whoa, wait, whoa, what the fuck?â He cut himself off, looking to the group in horror.
âWhatâs up, junior?â You asked calmly, feeling particularly defensive of your boyfriend and keeping an eye on James in your periphery.
âWhat happened to Potter? Whatâs going on?â He asked, sounding particularly disturbed causing Remusâ brows to furrow bemusedly.Â
No one seemed to have a good answer; Sirius and Remus exchanging confused glances, James lowering his head in shame, and you rolling your eyes at your friend's dramatics.
âWho did this?â He asked then, voice taking on a shrill quality. âY/N? Did you do this?â He demanded, gesturing to James.
âI did not do this!â You shouted back.
âOkay well this is bad!â
âI know itâs bad!â
âNo, this is bad, bad. This is like⊠this is. I have no words. Y/N, fix it, fix it right now.â Barty insisted, roughly jostling your shoulder as if you were simply standing here negligently as your boyfriend suffered.Â
Remus, James, and Sirius all watched in abject fascination and horror.
âWho did this, Potter?â Barty asked quietly, turning his attention to James when he felt he wasnât getting answers from you. âGive me names; who disturbed the delicate balance of the universe?â
Jamesâ eyebrows were in his hair as he looked between you and Barty.
âOh gods,â Barty breathed. âItâs worse than I though.â
Barty shoved his hand into his robe pocket and pulled out a lolly. âYou like candy, Potter? Here.â He said as he threw the lolly at him without waiting for a response. âI have more, one sec.âÂ
With that, Barty turned his pocket inside out and piled what had to be almost thirty lollipops in front of James.
âWhy do you have so many lollies, Junior?â Sirius asked, reaching over to grab one from the pile which earned him a squeal and a harsh smack on the wrist from Barty.
âNone of your sodding business, Black.â
Remus delighted in hearing a slight chuckle under James' breath.
âWhy do you have so many lollies?â Remus asked instead, knowing Barty was slightly less volatile with him than with Sirius.
âI was trying to quit smoking. Now Iâm just addicted to sugar and cigarettes. Also, Y/N likes them.â He said, producing one from your pocket with a flourish to hand it to you.
âMâlady.â He said with a bow before resuming his piling of more lollies in front of James.
âI think thatâs enough lollies, Junior.â Sirius suggested, earning him a scowl.
âThe world is fucking topsy-turvey right now, Black! I donât see you doing anything to correct it! Absolute tosser, thinking I can just go about my day when everything is wrong.â Barty was mostly muttering to himself at this point as he pulled his bookbag over his shoulder and started discarding various things onto the table.
âWhy are you all just sitting there? Do something, for the love of Salazar!â He shrieked. âFix this Y/N! Fix it now; Iâm running out of candy!â
And with this, James dissolved into a fit of laughter, causing Barty to pause and whip his head to face him.
Remus wasnât always Bartyâs biggest fan, but he knew that you cared for him and more importantly, he cared for you, and right now Remus could kiss the sod right on the mouth for managing to bring a smile to James' face.
âIs this a fucking joke to you, Potter?â Barty asked incredulously, causing James to laugh harder and even encouraging a laugh from you. Bartyâs face softened immediately at the sound and turned to beam at you.Â
âThere!â He proclaimed then. âAll better!â
And with that, Barty headed towards the entrance of the Great Hall.
âYouâre welcome everyone! I just corrected a major blip in the universe; but this is the last time I do it for free!â
James began to catch his breath and wipe away tears from under his eyes.Â
âSee?â You said, reaching across to gently shake Jamesâ wrist. James caught your hand before you could pull it away from him. âEven Barty likes you just the way you are. And he hates Gryffindors.â
James barked another laugh at that and let out a steadying breath.Â
âNot as much as we do, though.â Remus pressed, resting his forehead against Jamesâ temple as he pulled him closer into his side.Â
âThank you guys.â James admitted quietly, squeezing your hand that he still held captive over the table.
âThereâs nothing to thank us for, bubs.â You insisted, causing Sirius to snort.
âYeah. These two did fuck all; you should be thanking Junior.âÂ
You all started laughing again, distributing lollies to the younger students sitting around you.
So Iâve always though Miguel had wolf spider like powers, so claws, fangs, heightened senses that include smelling and hearing mainly
I feel like after a certain point in the pregnancy Miguel might be able to smell the hormones (hormones rise in the first trimester drastically) and dogs can smell pregnancy. So like maybe the main character tries to avoid him if they know OOPđ
Love the story btw Iâm obsessed đđâïž
-đ
THIS is so good and I can totally see it.
Unfortunately it doesnât fit to my storyline as I have already went in a slightly different direction but here is a altenative Drabble to how Miguel finds out spider sun is pregnant with your theory (I really hope you enjoy it đ, and it is what you were looking for)
The tension in the Spider Society headquarters was almost tangible as you stepped into the main hall. Ever since your encounter with Miguel, you've been avoiding him as much as possible, doing everything in your power to remain out of his radar.
But the Spider Society is not a large place and despite your best efforts you were bound to cross paths with Miguel eventually. It was simply inevitable.
The moment you caught sight of Miguel, your heart thumped wildly in your chest. You took a step back, ready to leave the area. But then he turned and your paths locked. He squints as if heâs trying to read your mind or something. Your palms get sweaty, and you look around to see if anyone else is watching this very intense staring contest you didn't sign up for.
âHey,â you stammer.
âHey,â he replies. His nostrils do this little twitchy thing and you wonder if heâs about to sneeze or something.
âUh, you good? You look like youâre sniffing out a bomb or something,â you joke.
Miguel goes silent for a second and then, his eyes widen. You can practically see the gears turning in his head. This is the moment youâve been dreading. Damn his heightened senses! Miguel had always been able to pick up on the smallest changes in his environment.
âWait a second,â he says, almost whispering. His voice cracks a little.
âWait a second, what?â you retort, really wanting to just sprint out of the room. Your heart is pounding so hard youâre pretty sure everyone in the room can hear it.
âYou... are you...â he doesnât finish the sentence.
You let out a dramatic sigh.
âYouâre pregnant!â he exclaims, louder than you'd like.
The room goes quiet for a second and you can feel all eyes on you. You're red as a tomato. Way to keep a secret.
You lean in and whisper sharply, âCould you say it louder? I donât think the whole multiverse heard you.â
He looks flabbergasted and steps back, rubbing his face. You can see his brain is working overtime.
âIs it...?â He doesn't finish his question, but you know what he means.
âWow, Sherlock, your senses are really on point todayâ you reply, sarcasm dripping from each word.
Miguel's face softens, his fierce demeanor crumbling. He looks almost vulnerable. âWhy didnât you tell me?â he says ever so softly.
requested by anon: the pretty boy hcs were so cuteee đđ would you be able to do those for the vice leaders as well?
and
@crienosaur and @donuelle
a/n: i feel like this is all over the place, but i really enjoyed lilia's part. imma try to get the first years part out soon. also idk for the longest time i thought that jade and floyds last name was tweel and honestly idk where i got that from :/
!tw! insecurities, grammar mistakes im too lazy to fix again
Trey Clover <3
â a deep chuckle came from Trey's chest. He may look unaffected but judging by the way his shaky hands cover his rosy cheeks tells a different story.
â He's used to people thinking not much of him tbh. Trey knows he's considered attractive, he has a nice face, a nice body and a nice personality.
â Nice, that's all he is. That's all he's ever been told. Not once has he ever looked at himself and thought pretty. Not a single time
â But the way you sighed it out had him second guessing himself. Had him looking in the mirror and noticing a ton of things about himself he's never seen before.
â Has his eyelashes always been so long? Lips so full and soft? Cheeks flushed a soft peach hue and kissed by the particles of the sun?
â Trey, like many others, doesn't understand how you got to this conclusion at first. But maybe, for once, he'll be fine with being called something other than nice.Â
â Trey will happily settle for pretty.
"Hey there, Prefect! Hope I'm not interrupting anything but I've made too many sweets for the next Unbirthday Party, so I was wondering if you'll take them off my handâŠHmm? Ehehe, I didn't even plan it! I guess I accidentally made your favorite again."
(he did it on purpose fyi)
Ruggie Bucchi <3
â You have a weird taste, Ruggie thinks to himself, staring at you with a rosy blush, his tail wagging behind him, But I am the cutest.Â
â Ruggie is in heaven. Him, pretty? He sure is. The prettiest to pretty. Ruggieâs another one that wants to rub it in everyoneâs face.Â
â But heâs also intimidated by the possible meaning behind it. Does that mean you like him too? Ah! Heâs getting excited just by thinking about it! But wait? Does that mean heâll have to pay for stuff? Canât you just-wait, nevermind, youâre equally as broke as him.Â
â Maybe you wonât mind working shifts at Monstro Lounge together as bonding time? Perhaps? Please?
â Ruggie balances on a thin line of screaming his lungs out and melting on the spot. Ruggie knows his appearance isâŠless to be desired by the vast majority. So for you to call him pretty so unabashedly, boy is he going to get that tattooed on his forehead.
â But beware, he will bring it up in conversation. You are not spared from his teasing.
âDonât give me that look. Doesnât the pretty boy get the last bite~? Shishishi, I sure do love that look~â
Jade Leech <3
â Confident, smug and annoying af.Â
â Thatâs the effect it had on Jade. You really shouldnât have said his name, because this boy (eel? mereel?) will show his face the moment you say it. A stupidly scary smile on his stupidly pretty face. Scaring the living daylights out of you and everyone else nearby.Â
â Whisking you away like the gentleman he is.Â
â Really itâs just him taking you because you're too frozen in shock to do anything about it.Â
â Does he confess?
â Kinda.
â He takes you to the Monstro Lounge and gives you a free meal he cooked himself. So itâs really up in the air.Â
â Jade has never felt more pleased. Sure the scared look Azuls client gives him is nice. Or the feeling of finding extremely rare mushroom species is amazing. But being called pretty by the one and only Ramshackle prefect is another feeling entirely.Â
â Not only is it from someone he finds deeply amusing and pretty themselves. But he knows for a fact plenty of people are going to be incredibly jealous over this.
â Ah, if only you knew the affects you had on them and most importantly, Jade.
âPlease enjoy. I know that look and you have nothing to fear. Thereâs no cost to this meal⊠Oh dear, well, if you are not convinced, then how about this offer? (whispering softly) If you donât enjoy this meal, Iâll personally take you out. Just you and me.â
Jamil Viper <3
â Please tell him Kalim set you up? Or Azul, or anyone!
â Jamil doesnât think heâll be able to handle it if you were joking. You really need to take other people's feelings into consideration, Prefect. Don't you know itâs rude to pla- huh? You meant it?
â Cue, Jamil hiding in his hood.Â
â This has never happened before. Well it happened once, but he had to reject her because she would be a distraction to his job, but letâs not talk about that.Â
â And Jamil is so used to not being seen. So, for you to excitedly shout how pretty he was without shame or hesitation, made him gasp in shock. Pretty, you think heâs pretty.Â
â Jamil would have just brushed it off (heâs lying, he wouldnât) thinking that you were merely thinking of his outward appearance. Something he does take care of, but you just have to be full of surprises.Â
â Of course you decided to recount all the times heâs helped you, or made you food, or walked you back to your dorm, or- yeah you get the gist. You had no shame in saying despite all his flaws, Jamil has the best personality. That heâs pretty in the inside, as well as the out.Â
â Jamil had to sit down to recollect his emotions. Pretty outside and in. You saw him as pretty all round. You saw him. You recognize Jamil.Â
â Great Sevens, Jamil really fighting back his inner demons (crying, heâs fighting back crying)Â
â But that feeling immediately burst into a thousand fireworks simultaneously bursting in his chest. Igniting his body in warmth like the setting sun in the Scalding Sands. Like the curry his mother made for him whenever he felt ill. Jamil has never felt more at peace than he did now.Â
â All because of a simple six letter word uttered by you.
âOh, you have something in your hair. Here let me get it for youâŠHmm? He, are you ill? Your face is quite warm, Prefect. My hand feels like ice compared to your cheeksâŠHaha, my apologies, Prefect. I just think you look quite pretty, all flustered.â
Rook Hunt <3
â Rook is swooning with joy! The prettiest person in his world thinks heâs pretty as well! (he ignored the part where you said weird after)
â He is already down bad for you, so for you to call him pretty??? This man cannot contain himself. Heâs truly fighting his inner demons.
â Rook is incredibly quick to act on his feelings. Knowing him, Rook has already broken into your room layed roses all over your bed, lit scented candles and has some really over the top music playing in the background.Â
â It's sweet if you overlook the fact that he broke in. He truly is the most romantic person out of all NCR.
â Makes you call him your âpretty boyâ and wonât respond to any other nickname.
"Ah! My pretty trickster! What did I say about calling me by my name? âŠAh! How wonderful! I will never get over my name coming from your darling lips!â
Ortho Shroud <3
â You think his brother is pretty! And him too!?!
â Orthoâs over the moon! His favorite person (beside his brother) thinks heâs pretty! He already thinks of you like a big sibling, so Ortho's bouncing off the wall at your praise. Itâs so cute, that he immediately zooms to you and hugs you so tightly. Exclaiming that he thinks you're pretty too!
â Heâs literally the sweetest! Please call him pretty again, Ortho will just explode in excitement.Â
â But donât think you're safe. Just because Ortho sees you as a big sibling, doesnât mean that he doesnât want it to actually happen. And what did you happen to say right before you called him pretty?
â Yeah, you called his big brother pretty and you want to know something more? Well, his big brother has a crush on you, so do you want to know what role Orthos immediately takes on?Â
â Yeah, wingman. A pretty good one at that.Â
â You and Idia will know no peace.Â
âYour heartbeat increased when you saw big brother right now! Is it because you said he was pretty? Hehe, donât worry he thinks you're pretty too! But, you still think Iâm the prettiest right? Yay! Youâre the best!â
Lilia Vanrouge <3
â Pleasantly surprised. A small pretty smile graced his lips and he placed a finger to his lips. Humming deep in thought. So you thought he was pretty? How intriguing. Youâre truly full of surprises arenât you?
â Lilia actually finds it cute. Endearing really. Because who would have thought that you, a person from another world, would find him the prettiest person youâve ever seen. He feels smug and overjoyed at the same time.
â Like Rook, Lilia wasted no time in tracking you down and telling you he thinks you're really pretty too. He doesnât want to risk you being taken by another. Nu-uh, no way!
â Lilia has aâŠway with words. Itâs kinda creepy, kinda concerning, but overall incredibly sweet! His little bat friends (children?) flutter around you, bringing you fresh fruit and flowers. They like you just as much as they like Lilia.
â Afterall, youâve made Lilia so happy, how couldnât they?
âKehehe, youâre truly full of surprises! I simply canât get enough! ButâŠ(whispers) please do only refer to me as that my dear. Don't want anyone else taking whatâs mine~â
back at it again, its another fatherless rapscallionđ
100% believe you and soap call people bestie if you dont like them
ex: "soap come hither, i have tea on bestie chloe" and he comes barreling down the hall to hear the tea
lmfao speaking of soap
SOAP=WHINY MAN BABY
this man whines when you give him the silent treatment fo sheezy đŻ
ghost thinks its really funny when soap watches you with a 'âč' face evrry time you ignore him
gaz always knows everything because you know everything so you tell him its hilarious asf
anyways
you and gaz always be talkin about topher fr
(i dont have the of so an edit will do:)
HELLA INSIDE JOKES
price is highkey tired of your humor
"is there anything you need?" price "other than a father/mother? nope. thanks, tho" you *insert gaz laughing from the other room*, distressed price leaved the room, clutching at his sussy goofy wacky little hat
if you are fluent in spanish i strongly believe ghost will be scared of you
as i have been trading my spanish for german, i wont put anything else involving spanish, thanks đđ
screaming judas in tge shower
ghost yelling at you to shut up
soap joining to annoy his babygorl
gaz humming along because lady gaga is goddess
price needing to leave the room
l m f a o
ok so like what if you're really good at card games, savvy?
you and 141 are laying low in a safehouse somewhere
soap finds a deck of cards, and everyone plays and/or watches
anyway you suggest playing manipulation
price immediately agrees, he hasnt played in a while but still thinks he could beat everyonr
ghost joins in, but gaz watches
what if you sat in his lap
no sorry my bad im in love
anyway
the first, like, three rounds everyones drawing like five cards
and price somehow ends up with two cards while everyones drawing cards
hes getting cocky, thinking that he'll go out first because of his amount of cards
HOWEVER
he had an ace
so that was virtually impossible to get rid of lmfao
anyhow,
price had on his poker face, and surprisingly, so did you
no one could tell you were able to get rid of the five cards in your hand only in the eighth round
bada bing bada boom you served the team their ass when you quickly arranged your cards into their appropriate piles
and then you look at everyone's flabberghasted expression
price is đŻđing so hard
not only did price lose, he lost to one of the youngest people on the team
ghost is a sore loser tbh
"fuckin' hell, reaper. the hell you learn to play like that?" ghost "around" you shrug
price thinks about that all the time tbh
LETS TALK ABOUT THE TIME 141 FIRST SAW YOU SMOKING
after a somewhat rough mission, you go MIA
everyones worried; you generally let someone know whenever you go somewhere
but its hour 4 of you being gone and price is worried
you did this when the whole situation with alex went down, so price has limited experience with your MIA bouts
highkey feels bad he can't protect you emotionally :(
it was well below sun down when price found you
poor captain almost had a stroke when you saw you
you were outside sitting cross legged facing the direction which the sun had set, indicating you'd been there for a while
you had a lighter in your hand, lighting up cigarette number unknown
"what are you doing, kid?"
you had heard him coming so you didnt jump or anything you just shrugged
"do you want to talk about it?"
a mocking laugh fell from your lips, spewing out with smoke "nah."
price was at a loss. you had never acted like this before- cold and sharp
he moved to sit by you though </3
soon ghost trailed out, wondering where price was
an inky black mass caught his eye
but as he was making his way over, he saw a cigarette get smushed into the ground and a knew one being pulled from a pack
price didn't smoke cigarettes, he smoked cigars, so who would that be?
but then ghost heard your voice and an exhale and you had the cigarette
ghost: đŻ
"hell's goin' on out here?" ghost grumbled, sitting on the other side of u, eyes widening at the amount of boxes at ur side
price answered when you didnt "getting some air"
ghost blinked at the cigarette hanging from your lips. okay
the guys tried to get you to talk but couldn't get anything out of you but a scoff or two
even when ghost offered to let you sleep in his room you said no :(((
after that you gathered your shit and left for the base leaving ghost and price concerned </3
whoa who broke my heart i sure am angsty today đđŻ
you didnt get any sleep that night btw
on another note
MOVIE NIGHTS WITH THE GUYS BUT GAZ INSISTS INSTEAD OF YOU
obviously he goes to you first
"hey y/n" :))) "do you wanna" :)))))) "watch a movie" :))))))))) "with us?" :))))))))))))
i'll be damned if you say no. đđȘ
so you said yes đâ€
he smiled so big </33
went to soap next
then pulled up the movie
with everyone ( minus ghost ), price couldn't say no đ
ghost pulled up, ffs đ€Ż
gaz chose either a horror movie or a horror movie
so you watched a horror movie đ
gaz was probably clinging to you the whole time
so was soap probably
ghost was somewhat interested, but price fell asleep
his goofy snore is so loud bro im not even playing đ€§đđ
if you have migraines you best believe everyone has midol/typenol for you
never ibuprofen tho bc after a mission if you had a headache, 141 might think you possibly had/have a brain bleed and wouldn't give you ibuprofen bc thats a blood thinner and could start another bleed
you and gaz have playlists for everyone
you both follow each other on EVERYTHING
if you were too poor (like me HDJSNEHDJEUZ) gaz would let you and only you on his netflix acc â€
Hiiii! I was wondering if you could write an Astarion x reader where Astarion cant go under sunlight yet he misses it so much. And maybe he comes across the reader whoâs soaking in the sun and he admires them and then later he tells them that he misses the warmness of the sunlight and the reader cups his cheeks with their hands, letting Astarion feel the warmness that was left by the sun on the readers skin. Idk if this makes any sense but itâs a cute concept in my head đđ«¶đ»đ thank you!!
You Are the Sun to Me
pairing : astarion x (female) reader
summary : astarion watches as you do the thing he longs to do the most, bask in the suns warmth. you allow him to feel it through your skin.
When you arrived in Baldur's Gate you figured your life would be different. And when you killed Cazador with Astarion by your side, you were sure that nothing would ever negatively affect the two of you again. So when the time came to defeat the elder brain, you were happy and excited.Â
But when you found out that Astarionâs tadpole was no longer protecting him from the sun, your heart broke. Aching for the young man, the two of you fled from the city. He liked life on the road more anyways and you were willing to sacrifice the city for the wellbeing of your only love.Â
Besides, camping around had its perks. Astarion was usually in charge of picking a spot for the night, and thankfully his taste was unmatched in everything he did. He always managed to find the most beautiful scenery.Â
âI could never allow my lover to sleep on some shabby deer path, or in a smelly bog. What kind of man would I be? I know youâd enjoy a spot with a beach so much more,â He would say the most convincing words, kissing your hands, when you tried to convince him the spot you had first found was going to be fine. He would have no such thing, wouldnât even humor your idea.
And of course, he was right, as he always was. When he finally picked a spot, a large open space for your tent and fire, and the defining feature, a river cut off from the world by a line of trees. It was like the world had put it there for the two of you alone, and he knew exactly where to find it.Â
Throughout the day, when Astarion would spend his time reading inside of the tent to hide from the light, you would sneak off to the nearby river bank.Â
With your clothes thrown haphazardly along the shore, you would lay in the sand and bask in the heat of the sun's light. It was your time to yourself, to relax, a time when you could let your guard down.
But Astarion had always been one to take advantage of an unsuspecting eye. So while you lay, with your eyes closed, relaxed in the sun's light. He would watch from the tree line, pupils wide with adoration.
A part of him was filled with envy of your ability to lay so freely in the sunlight. Another part was saddened to think that he would never be able to feel its warmth against his skin any longer. As bad as it was to have his mind violated by the tadpole, he missed the sun more than he had the first time. With the tadpole he had gotten another taste, but he never would again.Â
Within all of his anguish, Astarion still found himself able to look at your figure taking in the sunlight, and still find your beauty of far more importance. It was hard to be envious of such a beautiful creature.Â
âAstarion?â
Startled by your voice, he snaps out of his trance, and finds your eyes.Â
âSorry my love. I didnât mean to sneak up on you. Just wanted to appreciate the scenery.â He settles his arm against the tree beside him to hold him up as he converses with you from afar.Â
Slowly, you stand up to walk over to him with wobbly legs, tingly from not walking.Â
âI can come back to camp if you want. I just need a moment.âÂ
âNo no. Enjoy the sun.â Your heart aches once more as you see a sudden sadness glaze over his eyes, his lips purse as he holds back the emotions he truly feels.Â
âAre you okay?â You approach his body now, standing under the darkness of the trees, hands reaching up to hold his face in the warmth of your hands. His face lifts, cheek pushing against your hand as he tries to get closer to the heat.
âYou're so warm, my dear.â His cold fingers land atop your hand, a heavy contrast against the heat you had collected from the sun, âI miss this feeling.â
He feels his eyes begin to collect water but he swallows back any sadness, choosing to indulge in your warmth. You pull him into your body, his hands reaching around to feel at your back. Even though you had been laying on your back it was still warm, far warmer then his hands which sent a shiver up your spine.Â
âIâm sorry.â You place your face into his neck, gently kissing his collarbone and neck.
âFor what, darling?âÂ
âYouâll never get to walk in the sun again.â Your own eyes start to brim with tears, empathetic for his inability to feel the sun. He pulls away just enough to look down at you, slender fingers playing with the flesh on your waist.
Slowly he lifts his hands to wipe away stray tears sliding down your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs, âAs far as Iâm concerned I never need to walk in the sun again while I have you on my side, my dear. You are the sun to me. You give me all the warmth I need, and your smile, gosh, I donât think the sun could match how it brightens my day.â
His words send heat to your cheeks, which he takes advantage of by placing his hands on either side of your face, pulling you in to kiss your lips gently.Â
âWe could come back out when the moon is over us. Moonbathe, no sun needed.â He chuckles at your attempt to reconcile the fact that he canât join you as you sunbathe.
Hey I was the one who asked for the Sigma and Atsushi fic ur fine đ but anyways Atsushi n Sigma who love bite you without realizing that theyre doing it and it leads to smth else đ€«
Hey, thanks for sending it again bro! I'm double posting today cuz I felt kinda guilty for making you send this twice (and also cuz I literally have nothing else to do so...)
I hope you like it, and I hope it's worth the double ask!
Contents: Atsushi bites you in instinct first thing in morning, so you fuck him. Sigma bites you mid-breakdown, so you calm him down then fuck him!
Warnings: Smut, top male reader, biting (reader receiving), marking (Atsushi), nipple play (Atsushi), dubcon (Atsushi), cnc (Atsushi), edging and over stim (both mentioned for Atsushi), comfort (Sigma), gentle sex (Sigma), praise kink (Sigma)
Nakajima Atsushi
I can imagine him biting you. He's a tiger bruhh.
Anyways, on a more serious note
Atsushi who bites you first thing in the morning when you wake up beside him, too sleepy to even processing what he's doing.
Atsushi whose eyes widen when he finally does process it, scrambling away from you and apologizing profusely.
Atsushi who keeps opening and closing drawers to find a medical kit; he drew blood from your shoulder. You have to grab both his hands to stop him from moving.
Atsushi who blushes and shakes his head when you ask him if he's into that.
But you'd be stupid if you listened to him.
So don't.
Push Atsushi onto the bed, rip his clothes to pieces as he struggles beneath you, arguing how it's so early in the morning, that even the sun's not up properly, you can't possibly-
Prove him wrong, show him that you can fuck him that early in the morning, pinning his arms down on either side of his head as you kiss and bite his nipples, making them swell and grow erect at the touch of your lips.
Take both Atsushi's wrists in one hand and spread his legs wide open with the other, his asshole already loose from last night's activities.
He's struggling under you now, but you know for a fact that that's just how he likes it, that perverted little cat. He wants to feel your control of him. He wants to feel helpless under your strong grip.
Slowly, Atsushi's arguments will turn into moans and cries of pleasure as you enter him, your dick swelling at the sight of him beneath you.
Fuck him, pound him till his mind breaks, till he looses all his shame and reason.
Fuck Atsushi till he forgets his denial about biting you, and his teeth clamp down on your shoulder for the second time that morning, making you hiss in pain and speed your thrusts up.
Bully his nipples and mark his collarbone, his pale skin turning red and purple under your insistent lips as he pants and huffs, his back arching under you.
Make Atsushi see stars, edge him till he's begging you for release, hips bucking into yours.
Or over stimulate him till he hasn't got a drop of cum left in his balls, till he's coming up with dry orgasms.
He's all yours to play with, so don't stop till he really can't go on.
When you're done, kiss his forehead and tell him how good he did.
Sigma
Sigma bites you in the middle of a breakdown, so despite the spark of heat that that sends down to your crotch, you don't react.
He's barely able to breathe, heaving and panting as more tears stream down his already wet face, his hands fisting in the material of your shirt as he tries to remain in control of his mind.
You talk to Sigma, your voice soothing as you murmur sweet nothings into his ear, praising him incessantly, stroking the back of his head as he presses his face into your chest.
You're worried that he will suffocate, and so you try to pull away, but he doesn't let you, muffling his sobs and sniffles in your shoulder and clinging on.
You let him, holding him close to you and rubbing circles into his back to try to get him to calm down. He needs to calm down, and you hold him till he does.
Once Sigma relaxes, the stream of tears finally coming to a halt, you wipe his face gently and kiss his forehead, asking him if he's alright. He nods slowly.
You let him collect his bearings, not wanting to make him uncomfortable in any way. It ends up being him who brings it up.
Sigma notices the bite mark on the side of your neck, wincing at the broken flesh.
"I'm sorry... I really didn't mean to."
He won't stop apologizing easily, so kiss him and slide your hand under his shirt, murmuring that you didn't mind, that he can do it again if he wants.
Flip Sigma over, make him lay on his stomach with his face pressed into a pillow and ass high up in the air. Enter him slowly, gentle as you can.
Kiss his shoulder blades, tell him how pretty he looks; that alone will have his wet hole fluttering around you beautifully.
Fuck Sigma, slow and gentle and just the way he likes it, his pants turning into loud moans as he tries to muffle them in the pillow, failing miserably when one particular thrust makes him arch his back and whine your name.
Hit his prostate again and again and again, each touch of your tip making his eyes blur up.
Be gentle, he likes it when you treat him like he's breakable; or be rough, he doesn't mind when you treat him like the cheap whore he is, either.
He's all yours to play with, so fuck him till you're both satisfied, till his beautiful hair is plastered to his forehead from fatigue, till his cheeks are all red and stained with tears, till his thighs are trembling with fatigue.
Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut & angst
Masterlist
After your late night between the sheets, you treated yourself to a lie in the next morning. Waking to find a text from Carly to meet her by the pool with the others when you were ready, so you quickly threw on a bikini and shorts before throwing over a shirt and grabbing your things to go and find her.
You knew they shouldnât, but Mason's words from yesterday were playing in your head a little bit still. You knew he meant nothing by it and was just being his cheeky self but you didnât want to be a customer of his no matter if he meant it as a joke or not. It made you feel as if you were in a long line of girls he picked up whenever he felt like it and yes you were technically just friends but you couldnât help but feel upset about it. Especially after the awkward good night youâd suffered through after you were both done last night and you felt like the whole arrangement you had going on was a bit weird now.
By the time you were outside pretty much everyone was there bar Woody, Kayla and Mason and you quickly said hello to Dec and Lauren before making your way over to Carly who had Ben's head laid in her lap as she played with his hair.
âMorning lovebirdsâ you smiled, standing at the end of their sun lounger before Carly patted the one next to her.
âIâve saved you a seatâ
âOh, thatâs a double though I donât wanna take up a whole one to myselfâ you told her, looking to see if one of the single ones were free but they were on the other side of the pool so you wouldnât be able to speak to her.
âThereâs plenty for everyone else, come on itâs fineâ she pouted and after another quick scan around you realised she was right so you got yourself comfortable. The pair of you sat chatting and catching up until the others emerged and about half an hour later Mason showed up. The sight of him making your mouth water as he made his way over to everyone.
Youâd seen him in a lot less by now but the tiny black swim shorts were making your tummy churn as they accentuated all your favourite features of his. Low on his soft hips but his thighs were still strong and the mole on his tummy was driving you wild. You kept your eyes down though and pretended to read as he made his way over to you.
âMorning allâ he chirped and you sent him a quick smile before going back to reading. It didnât deter him from flopping down next to you though and when you didnât look at him, you felt his hand gently trail up your thigh before giving it a quick squeeze.
âWhat are you doing?â You whispered, heart racing from the feel of his fingers. Gulping down a nervous lump and quickly flashing your eyes his way to look at him. He was giving you his usual cheeky, innocent smile but you knew he knew what was happening.
âWhat?â
âDonât, people might seeâ you told him, moving your leg so his hand dropped onto the cushion with a thud and you could see his scowl from the corner of your eye.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing, Iâm fineâ
âDid you sleep okay?â
âI said Iâm fineâ
âY/n, I grew up in a house full of women. I know fine doesnât mean fineâ
âI just wanna read my bookâ you told him lowly and after a small nod he slowly got up and made his way over to the pool.
You felt awful instantly, watching him over your glasses as he swam a few laps with a solemn expression. You knew Mason and you knew he meant no harm with what heâd said yesterday. This was a tricky situation, lines were a little bit blurry but there was no use being snappy with him for something you knew he meant as a joke and you were being sensitive over. No matter how much heâd made you feel like it was something else, even in this short space of time, you were friends and the friendship comes first.
The longer you watched him, the more guilty you felt and you watched as he propped himself up at the end of the pool. His chin resting on his arms as he faced away from you and you knew you had to talk to him and apologise so you carefully got up to go and see him. Plonking yourself down at the edge of the pool next to him so you could dangle your legs in the water before looking at him in hopes you could catch his eye.
He looked up at you instantly, his big brown eyes making your tummy sink so you reached out to gently grasp the back of his head so you could pull him closer to you and he thankfully went with it. Your heart leaping when he settled himself between your legs, arms wrapping around your thighs before he rested his cheek on top of one so he could look up at you.
âSorry Mase. I didnât mean to be moodyâ you told him quietly and the small smile on his lips filled you with relief.
âSâokay. Are you alright?â
âIâm fine, I promiseâ you reassured him, feeling even worse that he didn't seem to mind your mood swing. He just wanted to make sure you were okay. âMaybe I should have stayed in bed a bit longer, huh? Iâll be fine after a napâ
âYouâve only just woken upâ he chuckled, eyes brighter than before which caused you to smile as you knew you were okay again and you let your hand get lost in his hair.
âHey, naps can be taken anytime of the dayâ
âVery trueâ he giggled, squeezing your thighs gently. âLet me know when youâre taking one Iâll join youâ
You werenât sure if it was the sun bearing down on you or if it was Mason himself but you felt warmed from the inside and as your hand was trailing over the top of his back and you were surprised at how warm his skin felt too. âHave you put sunscreen on?â You asked but he shook his head shyly. âCome on, Iâve got some let me help youâ
âYou donât wanna come for a swim?â
âNo thanks, waters not really my thing. You should be thankful Iâm even sat hereâ you laughed before he kissed your thigh and swam back slightly to let you up.
Mason managed to dry off a little bit before he sat at the end of the sun lounger with his back to you and you slid in behind him to get to work. You'd never really taken a good look at his back before but he was much broader than you realised and you loved the way his muscles contracted under your touch. Taking your time to really look at him and feel him before telling him to turn and face you.
You let him get comfortable, one leg stretched out on the lounger now so you could sit yourself closer to his body. Noticing the way he shivered as you applied the cold cream to his skin before sending him an apologetic smile. He didnât seem to mind though, a soft smile playing on his face as he watched your every move and you hoped he couldnât hear your heart going at a mile a minute as you touched his chest and down to his abs.
It felt weird having these feelings. Mason was a friend and you knew that. But he was a gorgeous, funny and kind friend with an incredible body and you couldnât believe you were sat here touching him up like this in front of everyone. Only made worse when his hand reached out to touch your thigh carefully.
The sound and feel of his belly rumbling as you applied the sunscreen to his body made you chuckle, eyeing him curiously as he laughed at himself before you rested your hands on his hips.
âYou not had anything to eat yet?â You asked, watching him shake his head before you let out a little sigh. âWhy not?â
âYou didnât make me anythingâ
âOh so itâs my fault?â You laughed, squeezing his sides playfully and watching him giggle and squirm before he nodded his head.
âWell sort of yeah. Itâs sort of your job whilst youâre hereâ he winked causing you to roll your eyes but you knew he was right.
âFine. Just your face to do then Iâll make you somethingâ you smiled, applying some more cream to your fingers before awkwardly pushing your sunglasses up your face so you could get a better look at him. Thankfully for you the sun was behind you so you could see him perfectly and the sight almost took your breath away. Admiring all the tiny freckles that littered his face, the curve of his nose and the fullness of his lips. He really was beautiful and you used the excuse of putting sunscreen on his face to look at him like you never had before.
You knew he was watching you too, his bright brown eyes following you out of the corner of your eye but as soon as you tried to make eye contact, he looked down and a rosy tint began to flush over his cheeks.
âIâve never noticed how many freckles you have beforeâ you told him quietly, letting his eyes flicker up to you again before looking away. âTheyâre really pretty, Iâm actually very jealousâ you whispered but before he could reply the sound of someone elseâs voice caught your attention.
âOi Mase, why are you so red?â Ben laughed from behind you and the fact that Ben had noticed only made it even worse. âAre you blushing?â
âNo, fuck off. Itâs the sunâ he retorted, his hands suddenly retreating from your leg as he played with his fingers in his lap and you felt your heart sink a little bit.
âBenâ you suddenly heard Carly moan. Drawing his name out in disappointment followed by the sound of a gentle slap to the back of his head. âWill you stop it. Leave him aloneâ
âWhat? Iâm just-â
âNo youâre being meanâ
âCome on, let me go make you somethingâ you smiled softly, standing up and offering him your hand even though you knew it was a bit risky but he took it anyway and let you pull him up before following you into the kitchen. âYou want anything in particular?â
âWhatever the chef recommendsâ he winked and after a quick look in the cupboards you found everything you needed to make pancakes.
Mason sat and watched as you got everything together, asking if he could help in any way so you passed him a few bananas for him to slice up so they were ready before asking him to get the drinks ready. When you finally placed his food down in front of him he sent you the most appreciative smile and your heart thudded at his wide grin.
âThank you, Muffin. These look amazingâ he smiled as you put your plate down opposite him and watched him dig in. You loved waiting for Mason's reactions whenever you made him something to eat as he was always seemingly blown away and this time was no exception. Shovelling it in like heâd been starved for weeks as he let you know how good it was in between mouthfuls.
âWhatâs going on here?â You suddenly heard, turning to see Dec walking in, eyes on your plates as he licked his lips before sitting down next to you. âWhy is he getting special treatment?â
âHeâs notâ you laughed, cheeks flushing at the thought of being found out. âDo you want something?â
âNo thanks, Lauren made me something earlierâ he teased whilst nicking a few blueberries from Masons plate.
âWhy are you moaning then?â Mason laughed, moving his plate away out of Declanâs reach so he couldnât take anymore of his food.
âCause that looks better than what I hadâ
âYou wait till I tell Lauren that. You wonât be eating for the rest of the weekâ Mason teased, watching Decâs face drop before standing up.
âYou do that, and Iâll make things difficult for youâ he scoffed before grabbing a few bottles of water out of the fridge. âNow hurry up you two, we need someone else for water volleyballâ
âIâll be out in a minute, y/n can keep scoreâ Mason told him, sending you a quick wink as if he was acknowledging what you told him earlier and once you were both done he quickly helped you wash up before meeting them outside.
Kayla had also decided to sit this one out so you sat with her, pretending to keep score as you got to know each other a little better and you were pleased to find out how suited to Woody she was. She seemed to really care for him and when Woody jumped out the pool to grab his glasses she blushed as he placed a quick kiss to the top of her head.
âYou and Mason seem sweet togetherâ
âOh weâre not togetherâ You told her, âweâre just friendsâ
âOh Iâm so sorryâ she panicked, face going ever redder and she tried to hide in her hands but you just laughed which seemed to make her feel better. âI just assumed, thinking it was a couples holiday. Thatâs why I was so confused about you having separate rooms, you seem really closeâ
âIts okay, we are pretty close and I think since heâs moved away i just miss him a bit more than usual. Itâs nice to be with him again for more than a couple of hoursâ
âOh trust me, Woody doesnât shut up about him and then every Tuesday at 8pm on the dot they have their little weekly facetime. Sometimes I think I should be worriedâ
âYou should speak to Lauren about thatâ you laughed, watching Mason try and climb on Ben's shoulders so he could reach higher for the ball. âI think sheâs genuinely worried Dec might leave her for him one dayâ
After another 20 minutes or so everyone was ready to get out, Woody stealing Kayla away to their own lounger and youâd noticed Mason had sunk down on the one youâd been occupying earlier. His eyes caught yours straight away as he called you back over so you gathered up your things to go and sit by him again.
âMase youâre all wetâ you complained as you got there, walking round to his side so you were further away from Carly and Ben and hopefully out of ear shot before watching him shake his hair like a dog as he sent you a lopsided smile.
âItâs alright, Iâll dry. I wondered if you fancied that nap you spoke about earlier?â He asked and you couldnât deny him. Placing your things down on the floor but he was quick to stop you before you tried to lay down. His hand on your thigh to cease your movements causing you to look down at him in confusion. âI have conditions, and those are that those shorts and that shirt need to come offâ he told you quietly. Fingers dancing over the backs of your legs as he teased you but you figured two could play at that game.
âYou wish is my commandâ you laughed, stepping back and away from him so you could remove the open shirt off your arms before unbuttoning your shorts and pulling them down your legs so you were just left in your white bikini. âThat better?â
âPerfectâ he smiled, his tongue darting out of his mouth as he looked you up and down before helping you back onto the lounger. He wasnât sat down for long though, quickly getting up to pull the umbrella over you so you could both be out of the direct sunlight and you smiled to yourself at the thoughtful gesture. âIâll try and have a think about what I want for lunch nextâ he teased, laying beside you as you turned to face each other.
âHey Mase, why donât I have a FaceTime time slot?â
âWhat are you on about?â
âKayla told me you and Woody facetime every Tuesday at 8 and I bet Dec and Ben have a slot. Whereâs mine?â You teased, watching his face hide in the pillow as he laughed before facing you again with a wide smile.
âI can add you to the rota. Iâll have my receptionist send over my availabilityâ he teased but you just rolled your eyes before turning onto your back.
âVery funnyâ you huffed, shutting your eyes as you could feel them becoming heavy but the feeling of Mason's pinkie linking yours made your heart thud and when you opened an eye to look at him he was still on his side but his eyes were shut.
You woke up a little while later pressed up against something warm but soft. Opening your eyes to find yourself laying on Mason's chest with your arm across his waist whilst he rested his hand on your back, dangerously close to your bum.
âYou make sure youâre behaving, Masonâ you whispered, noticing he wasnât fully asleep and the little chuckle that fell from his lips let you know heâd heard you.
âI always amâ he smiled. Pressing a light kiss to your forehead as his fingers danced just above the waistline of your bikini bottoms. âYouâre not a bad sight to wake up to, Muffinâ
âGee, thanks Maseâ you laughed, attempting to move but he didnât let you. Holding you tighter to him as he trapped your leg in his and you knew better than to try and escape.
âDonât go, Iâm comfyâ he breathed so you stayed where you were even though you knew it was risky but by the looks of it everyone else was asleep too so you basked in the feel of him while everyone else napped around the pool.
After youâd made Mason some lunch, you topped up his sun cream and he offered to help you with yours. Your skin tingling as his hands massaged you slightly and you had to bite your lip so you didnât start laughing.
You and the rest of the girls went off to get dressed early, going all out tonight and the four of you were in the upstairs sitting room so you could do your makeup together before you popped downstairs to slip your outfit on. You hadnât got dressed up like this in a while and you couldnât wait to see Mason's reaction to your frilly lemon two piece that was showing off your tan perfectly.
The plan was to meet in the kitchen at seven so at two minutes too, you grabbed your bag and made your way out of your room. Just as you closed the door behind you, Masons opened. Standing there dressed in cargos and a baggy blue button up but his face was a picture. Eyes wide as they scanned your body fully but it was his tongue nearly falling out of his mouth that made you laugh.
âDo I look alright?â You asked, giving him a little twirl but the shuddery breath he let out told you all you needed to know.
âAre you joking? Iâm an actual dead man. Have your worn this just to taunt me?ââ
âNo, I just thought it looked cuteâ
âWell thatâs one word for itâ he breathed, letting you walk in front before he gripped your hips and placed a kiss behind your ear. âI think yellow might be my new favourite colourâ
âCome on Mase keep your hands to yourselfâ you chuckled, a tingle heading straight down your spine at the feel of his lips on your skin and you were hoping there would be more where that came from later.
âHow can I? I know what youâve got hiding under here nowâ he teased but he slowed down on the stairs so it looked like the pair of you werenât too close.
Once you were out for dinner, Mason sat next to you again and his arm was back around your chair as you all casually chatted amongst yourselves. Laughing and joking as the boys told stories from camps and all the adventures theyâd been on and you felt so full of happiness to be there with them enjoying moments like this.
Youâd known it all day, but you were so thankful for Mason and his kindness. You knew you wouldnât be here without him and you were having the best time so when you caught his eye and he sent you a wink, you had to hold yourself to your seat so you didnât lean over and kiss him.
The club you were all going to wasnât far and all the girls led the way with the boys trailing behind and itâs like you could feel Mason's eyes on your bum. Feeling his hand on your shoulder as you neared the entrance so he could lead the way in and over to your reserved table.
Carly ordered your drinks, four pornstar martinis showing up a little while after for all the girls as well as a few bottles of some sort of spirit the boys had ordered and you made it your mission to let loose tonight. Accepting as many shots that were thrown your way, even pouring them straight into Carlyâs mouth at one point until Mason cut you off for a little bit and even though you sent him a pout you knew he was just looking out for you.
You were buzzed enough to join the girls for a dance, thankfully not being touched up by any random men this time so you could finally let go. Not caring about what you looked like or who was even looking at you in the first place. Just you and your girls having the time of your lives.
You had to take a break eventually, running out of steam so you plonked on a table in your section and Mason appeared as if by magic with a glass of water ready for you.
âYouâre a lifesaver, thank you Maseâ you gasped, gulping the whole glass down as he looked at you with a funny look in his eye.
âThatâs alright, Muffin. You having a good time?â
âI really am. Honestly thank you so much Mason, Iâll never be able to repay you or say thank you enough for letting me come hereâ
âDonât be silly. You belong here with usâ he teased, bumping his shoulder into yours playfully but you knew he was just feeling a little shy.
He sat with you for the next 15 minutes or so, talking about the boat trip tomorrow and if you were going to be okay on there. Promising if you didnât like it heâd get you off and you could spend the day on the beach together but you let him know youâd be fine and you were excited as long as you stayed in the middle.
âHey Mase, come join the boysâ you suddenly heard Dec shout from not too far away but Mason just scoffed at him.
âIâm fine hereâ
âMate come onâ
âIâll come in a minute, Iâm in the middle of a conversationâ
âLook mate Iâm not gonna lie, youâre ruining my plansâ Dec told him seriously but you both looked back at him unsure as to what he meant. âHow are we supposed to find y/n a shag when you wonât leave her aloneâ
âDec Iâm not here looking for a shag thank you very muchâ you laughed. âThis trip is supposed to be about us spending time togetherâ
âYeah yeah whatever, Iâve made it my mission to get you a manâ
âDec, I donât need your helpâ
âSure you do now come on, whoâs got your eyeâ
âIâm not having this conversation with youâ you laughed as Mason finally stood up.
âIâll take one for the team and go with himâ Mason laughed, squeezing your thigh gently but as you looked up to Dec you knew heâd seen so Mason quickly scurried away to go and sit with the other guys.
âIâve got my eye on youâ
âWhat do you mean? What have I done now?â
âIâm not sure yet, but Iâm watching youâ
The girls were back soon, coming to sit with you so you could order more drinks and take silly selfies before joining the boys again. Noticing Mason was standing just off to the side on the phone and you wondered who he was speaking to before he walked back over, rolling his eyes.
âMase? Everything okay?â Carly asked but he just let out a huff before speaking.
âNo the bloody security alarms going off in the villa. Theyâve tried turning it off remotely but they need someone to put a code in. Itâs fine itâs not loud or anything and they said it can wait but Iâd feel better if I sorted it out. Iâll pop back there now it wonât take me a secâ
âIâll come with you, just to be safeâ you offered and even though you could see him trying to hide a smile you knew it would take some convincing.
âYou donât have toâ
âNo these shoes are killing me, I can change them while weâre thereâ you replied and that seemed enough for him.
The house wasnât far away and it was a nice night so you suggested walking, only making it two streets before your shoes became unbearable and Mason noticed straight away.
âShall we just get a cab?â He laughed, pulling his phone out before you even answered but you were grateful for his suggestion. Popping yourself down on the wall next to the pavement so you take them off and the sympathetic smile he was giving you made your heart melt.
âIâm wearing flats the rest of this weekâ you huffed, looking up to find Mason taking a picture of you but he just shrugged when you raised your brow at him.
âYou look cute tonightâ he winked, popping his phone back in his pocket before taking a seat next to you and you knew you were blushing. âCab shouldnât be much longerâ
âThanksâ you nodded, pulling your phone out and taking a picture of him unaware and when the flash made him look up you sent him a wink. âWhat? You look cute tonightâ
âVery funnyâ he rolled his eyes, before holding his hand out for you to take. Pulling you flush into his side so he could wrap his arm around you. âCan I ask you something? About this morning?â
âOf course, whatâs up?â You asked, unsure of what he wanted to talk about but he seemed a little shy about it.
âAre you okay? You know after this morning when you were a bit upset? I know you said you needed a nap but I just wanted to make sure youâre fineâ he explained, your heart melting at his concern for you but you knew youâd have to be honest with him now. âI know I keep saying it but it really is fine if you donât wanna carry on-â
âNo mase, that wasnât itâ you laughed, resting your hand on his thigh and he smiled at the gesture.
âWhat was it then? You can tell me, even if it was me. I just want you to be comfortable with everythingâ
âI am, I promise. I just⊠you said something last night and I couldnât stop overthinking it but I realised earlier I was being silly and itâs fine. Youâve done nothing Mase, I promiseâ
âWhat did I say?â
âIâm gonna sound ridiculousâ
âThatâs okay, you normally do but Iâve learnt to just go with itâ he joked and you playfully scoffed as he tickled your side.
âThanks Maseâ
âIâm kidding, please tell meâ
âLast night, you said you like to keep your customers happy. I donât know it just felt weird being referred to as a customer of yours and I know that makes no sense but-â
âNo, it does. Sorry I shouldn't have said that I was just trying to be funnyâ he told you, rolling his eyes. âIâm sorry Muffin, I didnât mean anything by itâ
âI know you didnât, and I didnât mean to have a strop, like I felt awful for how I spoke to youâ
âLetâs just forget about it yeahâ he laughed, placing a kiss to your forehead but wished heâd kissed somewhere else. âBut if I say something stupid again just tell meâ
âI willâ you laughed, squeezing his thigh gently. âAnd if I have a strop again please just ignore meâ
âIâll try. Youâre pretty hard to ignore though, Muffin. Especially dressed like thisâ
You didnât have time to say anything else, the taxi pulling up and you both jumped in the back seat so you could take the short journey back and before long Mason was carrying you on his back up to the door.
âIâll call the people, you change your shoes and weâll head back, sound good?â
âYes sirâ you winked, watching his eyes nearly rolling back in his head at your words.
âFuck, donât do thatâ he groaned, laughing as you ran away from him before he could reach for you but the growl that left his lips gave you butterflies.
âBehave, Masonâ you told him, trying to give him a cheeky smirk. âGo sort the alarm and Iâll meet you in a sec like we promisedâ
You were just pulling on your left shoe when Mason knocked on your open door, turning to find him leaning against the frame with a sweet smile on his face
âAlarms offâ
âPerfect, Iâm good to go now tooâ
âYou want me to get us a cab back?â
You didnât have a chance to reply, your phone ringing as you walked out into the hallway to stand by him and as you took it out of your bag you saw Carly calling.
âHey, you alright? Weâre just leaving nowâ
âYeah good, don't worry about coming back if you donât want to. Woody is feeling a little fragile so him and Kayla are heading back and weâll follow shortly. The boys just want to finish their drinks so give us about 40/45 minutes and weâll be backâ
âOh okayâ you breathed, looking up at Mason's confused face but the fact you now had some alone time made you smile, much to his confusion. âIn that case, I think Iâm gonna have a shower and head straight to bed then but Iâll see you tomorrow yeah?â
âYeah I think weâll all do the sameâ she replied and after a quick goodbye you popped your phone back in your bag before wrapping your arms around Mason's neck.
âWoodys not well. Heâs on the way back with Kayla but weâve got about 40 minutes until the others get backâ
âOh really?â He smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist as he backed you up against the doorframe to your room. âYou know now that weâre here, we could use this time to our advantageâ
âOh yeah?â You teased, running your fingers through the back of his hair as his face got dangerously close to yours. âYou know I was thinking of taking a showerâ
âFunnily enough so was iâ
âMaybe we could share one? Save water and all thatâ you offered, causing him to squeeze your sides playfully.
âYouâre a very smart woman you knowâ he winked but he didnât give you a chance to reply, kissing you with a moan as he tried to back you into your room, kicking the door shut behind him so he could press you up against it. âGod I hate this no kissing rule. Iâve wanted to do that all dayâ he confessed, whispering his words against your neck before pushing himself off of you slightly. âWanted to take this off you all night tooâ he mumbled, reaching for your skirt and not caring to look at how to undo it, so you pushed him off with a laugh so you could get it off without ripping it.
âWell calm down, this was expensiveâ you laughed, blushing from his words and how needed he seemed for you but you were just as needy for him too so you carefully unzipped the back and pulled it off before doing the same with the top. Thanking your lucky stars that you remembered to put one of your new underwear sets on and you could see him practically drooling at the sight of you in your strapless lacy set.
âYouâre the biggest tease Iâve ever met in my lifeâ he breathed, pulling you into his still fully dressed frame and as you let out a little giggle he captured your lips again in a hungry kiss. Feeling his hands dip into the top of your underwear and grip you bum tightly as you moaned into his mouth and you swore you could have stayed there kissing him forever but you didnât want to wait any longer for him. Reaching to the collar of his shirt so you could start undoing the buttons before trailing your fingers up his body and under the shoulders so you could push it off of him. Feeling him shiver under your touch but he just pulled you closer afterwards so he could feel your warm skin on his.
You were frantic, pulling away from him so you could focus on unbuttoning his trousers but he didnât seem to want his lips to part from you. Kissing all over your neck and shoulders as you finally pushed them down his hips and to the floor before he hugged your thighs and threw you over his shoulder so he could take you into the bathroom and you squealed as he lifted you. Holding onto him wherever you could before he popped you down and shut the door behind him. Making sure to lock it just in case someone came in on the off chance.
The pair of you quickly rid yourselves of your underwear and walked behind the glass. Giggling like kids as you took each other in your arms so you could pick up where you left off outside the bathroom before Mason broke away, fiddling with the shower panel to make it come on so you used this time to kiss over his chest. Sneakily leaving a little love bite by his nipple before you felt his fingers thread through the back of your hair so he could tug you away and his dark eyes made your knees weak as he tutted softly.
âThats naughtyâ he whispered, lips attaching to your jaw so he could kiss along up to your ear. âTurn around for meâ
You did as he asked, turning away from him and walking towards the shower wall as he held your back and walked with you. Propping your hands on the shower wall as he pressed you right up against it, your head turning to the side so you could just about see him over your shoulder before his lips came to your ear.
âGood girl, thatâs itâ he mumbled, placing his knee between your thighs so he could inch them apart. One hand gripping your bum and the other grabbed hold of himself so he could guide himself in. âYou ready for me?â
âP-please Maseyâ you breathed, hearing him groan one final time before he pushed himself in gently. Knowing there wasnât much foreplay involved so he needed to take his time but the stretch of him felt delicious. Moaning louder than youâd intended to but the slow movement of his hips were speeding up by the second until he was pounding into you. Your back pressed firmly against his front as he laid some of his weight on you whilst his hands reached round to grab your chest. Slowly kneading your flesh before you felt his teeth ever so slightly sink into your shoulder.
âM-Mase, fuck thatâs so goodâ you panted, wanting to grip onto something more tangible as you fingers were slipping on the wet shower walls so you reached behind you to grab onto him and the feeling of your hand on his lower back made him plough into you even harder.
âArch your back for me, Muffinâ he asked, pulling your hips away from the wall and with him a step, forcing you to stick your bum even higher in the air before his hand came to hold your waist so he could control you a bit more. âThat's itâ
âMaseâ you whimpered, this new angle hitting even better. Feeling your knees almost give out but his strong grip was holding you up as he used your body how he wished.
âYou can take it, I know you canâ he panted, the sounds of skin slapping in skin making your brain go foggy but you knew youâd never felt like this before. âGod you feel so fucking goodâ
You had no idea Mason had the power to be like this with you, to be rough with his touches yet make you tingle with his praise. You wanted to be good for him, to take what he wanted to give you and make him feel good too and from the way he was moaning and groaning behind you you had a feeling he was enjoying it just as much.
You were close, closer than you wanted to be as you were enjoying this far too much and he must have felt it as he slowed down ever so slightly before pulling out of you and spinning you so your back now pressed against the tiles.
Your eyes followed his every move, letting him hook your leg over his arm so you were more easily accessible before he was pushing back into you. Your hands settling on his shoulders so you could support yourself as his free hand held your waist.
He was taking things much slower this way round. Gently rocking himself in and out of you but you werenât sure if this pace was better or worse for you as you felt your high build once more.
âYouâre doing so good, I can feel you wanna cum though so just let go for me okay?â
âOkayâ you whispered, letting him pick his speed up again and it didnât take much more for you to be tipped over the edge. Moaning his name as he still went at you relentlessly until you felt his hips stutter, a string of curse words falling from his lips before he slumped against you slightly so you could both get your breath back.
âWas I too much? I was still thinking about you calling me sir just before and I think I just went a little crazyâ he laughed in your ear, pulling out of you with a hiss so he could pull you straight into his arms and under the running water. Your heart thumping at his sweet gesture.
âNo mase, I liked itâ you laughed, holding him around his waist as he did the same to you and you couldnât help but mirror his shy smile.
âAs long as youâre sure?â
âPositiveâ you winked before he pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead.
You didnât spend long in there, quickly getting washed and out before meeting Mason in the main part of the bathroom where he was sitting on the closed lid of your loo. Beckoning you over to come and stand in between his legs but as soon as your hands made contact with his skin you knew something was off.
âMase, your shoulders look a bit pinkâ you told him. His skin feeling hot to the touch and he slightly winced as you stroked his skin.
âYeah they feel a little weird I think Iâm a bit burntâ
âStay there, Iâll put some after sun on for youâ you told him. Reaching for the bottle on the side so you could apply it but you felt bad as soon as he flinched when the cold cream hit his skin so you rubbed it in as soon as possible. Feeling his muscles relax under your fingers as you massaged him slightly before he looked up at you with his big brown eyes.
âWhatâs all that stuff up there?â He asked, nodding to the shelf under your mirror and you smiled when you caught onto what he was referring to.
âMy skincareâ
âWhy do you have so much?â
âWe werenât all blessed with clear and baby soft skin like you unfortunatelyâ you teased, tapping the end of his nose lightly which caused him to blush. âWould you like to try some?â
âOkayâ he whispered, watching you with curious eyes as you applied various creams and serums to his face. His hands holding the backs of your legs the whole time and when you were done you pressed a light kiss to the end of his nose without even thinking.
âAll doneâ you smiled, taking a step back to you could reach for the after sun and start to apply it to yourself but he took it from your hand and stood behind you. Massaging it into your shoulders as you caught eyes in the mirror in front of you.
âDo you think we need to tone it down a bit?â You asked, picking up your cleanser so you could start on your own skincare. âI donât want anyone to suspect anything and Iâm pretty sure Decâs picking up on some vibesâ
âIâll tell him to back off, donât worryâ he laughed, hands smoothing over your skin still even though the after sun was all rubbed in. âPlus if we go too far the other way theyâll be suspicious tooâ
âI guess youâre rightâ you shrugged, Turing in his arms after applying the last of your moisturiser before covering your face with your hands so he didn't see you yawn.
âAww is my little Muffin sleepyâ he teased
âItâs been a long dayâ you defended with a light laugh so hand in hand he walked you to your bedroom door and with a quick kiss to your forehead he walked across the hallway to his room opposite.
âOh waitâ he suddenly called, just over the threshold of his room and by the time you looked up heâd removed the towel from his body and was standing there completely naked. âYou can have this backâ he laughed, throwing it in your direction and thankfully it landed on your head so you couldnât see him anymore but you heard the door click and the sounds of his muffled laughter ringing through the halls.
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declanrice yeah right you wouldnât leave our side let alone say hello to anyone. I know your game
y/n wow sorry for wanting to spend time with my friends đ wonât bother next time
hii i absolutely adore your writing itâs literally the best thing on this app!
since my birthday is in a week i just wanted to request a fic where itâs the readers birthday and tom and everyone is ignoring her and âforgotâ itâs her birthday but itâs a part of tomâs plan bc heâs throwing a party for her and surprises her when she comes back home but later on in the night tom has another surprise for her if ykwim ;)
if you canât get to this i understand but thank you for blessing the world w your writing <3
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BIRTHDAY SEX - T. KAULITZ
synopsis: you wake up on your birthday, tom acting like he would any other day, bringing you to the conclusion that he had forgotten about your special day. little did you know, this was all part of his plan.
content: tinyyy bit of angst, smut
a/n: iâm so sorry for not posting for like a week wtfđ iâve gotten a lot of requests whilst iâve been inactive so iâm gonna try work through them asap, but happy birthday anon hope u have an amazing day!! thank u so much for the request, hope i did it justice! đ
my eyes slowly flutter open, staying half-lidded as the sunâs rays leak in from the small gap in the curtains, not used to the sudden exposure to light. i look downwards, bending my neck slightly, seeing tomâs arm thrown loosely across my stomach, quiet and steady snores escaping his parted lips as he sleeps. his face smushed against the pillow, body flat on his stomach, head nestled just above my shoulder, i know that he is in deep sleep, not planning to wake up anytime soon. the disappointed tinge in my stomach tightens once i realise this, expecting tom to already be awake, preparing me a special breakfast, showering me with gifts and kisses as he usually would on my birthday.
but the room is as it usually looks - no balloons, no presents, no banners, no candies; nothing. but i try to stay hopeful, considering the possibility that he had got up in the night, the array of gifts waiting for me downstairs. so i let him sleep a little longer, veins oozing with excitement as i hang fire, studying his expression for any sign that he is waking up, desperate to see what he had prepared for me, as he usually had a tendency to go all out for these occasions.
he stirs slowly, groaning a little as his arms stretch out, pulling me further into him. his eyes open, a lazy smile gracing his lips when he sees me. i stay quiet, waiting for him to acknowledge my special day, showering me with love and affection and reminding me of the day i have ahead of me. but my face falls at his words, more specifically, the lack of them.
âmorning, beautiful.â
my eyebrows furrow in confusion, wondering if he is playing some sort of prank on me - not at all amused if he is. if he does sense my annoyance, he doesnât acknowledge it, instead he dips his head into my neck so that his lips are brushing against it, and begins to plant slow and soft kisses there, hands occasionally squeezing the flesh of my hips. i donât stop him, instead i allow the millions of questions in my mind to sit there, the sinking feeling in my stomach rising as i try to prevent the realisation that he has forgotten about my birthday truly feel real. there is no way - heâs never forgotten, even before we started dating, heâd always wish me happy birthday. however the more sloppy his kisses on my neck get, his lips smiling against it, body inching further into mine lazily as it would every other morning, it is clear that my fear has completely come true, and, somehow, he is totally unaware of how special this day is - to me, at least.
âyou got any plans today, schatz?â he asks, head still buried into my neck as he speaks in between kisses, eventually moving it upwards so that he is now looking into my eyes, completely clueless.
internally, i want to slap him, scold him for having such a terrible memory and even being able to remotely forget about today. but, i decide to hold back, coming to the silent conclusion that i will go out elsewhere, with people who actually have the decency to remember my birthday unlike my boyfriend. so i shake my head, forcing my lips into a weak smile, my fingers reaching upwards to play with a loose dread falling from his face.
his eyebrows furrow, head tilting to the side as he senses something is wrong. my heart swells in excitement as i watch him appear to think something over, waiting for him to finally remember what day it is. but, i am quickly proven wrong as he is still just as clueless as he was five minutes ago.
âyou okay? you seem upset.â he says, so absentmindedly i wonder if he is actually being serious. it seems that he is completely sincere, his hand moving to stroke my cheek as he awaits an answer, failing to understand that his obliviousness is the reason for my sadness.
âyeah iâm fine, just a little tired.â i reassure him, trying to make my smile seem a little more real, and, somehow he buys it, nodding his head and moving downwards to plant a tender kiss on my lips.
âokay, well the guys want me at the studio to rehearse.â he begins, pecking my lips a few more times, not noticing the way my face falls, in disbelief of this entire situation, having expected to be celebrating with him the whole day. âso i donât know when iâll be back. but we can watch a movie and order takeout or something tonight, mhm?â
âsounds great.â i say, sarcasm laced in my tone as i now feel anger more than anything. i reach my hands to his chest, placing them flat against it, pushing him off of my body as i sit up, turning around to get out of bed.
âhey, whatâs wrong?â he quickly says, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind, kissing my shoulder as he pulls me further into him, my back flush against his chest.
ânothing tom. have fun with the band, text me when youâre finished, yeah?â i turn my head, pressing my lips to his in an attempt to shut him up, wanting to be as far away from him as possible right now, hoping that he is planning on leaving soon.
âif youâre sure.â he shrugs, pecking my lips once again before climbing out of bed, as i do the same. âiâm running late schatz, iâm gonna get dressed then i have to go.â
i nod my head as he takes a few steps towards me, wrapping his arms around my frame and embracing me in a tight hug, my head resting in his shoulder.
âi love you.â he whispers, his head resting on top of mine.
âlove you too.â i quickly say, breaking apart from the hug. he kisses my forehead quickly, before walking over to the closet, picking out some baggy jeans and an oversized t-shirt as he would every day. he hurriedly slips them on, tying his dreads in a ponytail and placing a matching cap on his head. he smooths out his t-shirt, walking over to me once more.
âi love you beautiful, see you tonight.â he says, swiftly kissing my lips before rushing out of our bedroom, the front door closing a few seconds later.
i sit down on the edge of the bed, my eyes clouding with tears, wondering what i could have done to make my own boyfriend forget about my birthday, feeling completely miserable. to make things even worse, i hadnât received any messages from my friends, family - anybody.
but i tried to stay happy, remembering that even if tom had forgotten, my friends and i were still going out for my birthday meal tonight as we did every year.
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6:04pm, the time on my screen reads, reminding me that i should start getting ready, my birthday dinner booked for 7:30. tom hadnât texted me all day, neither had anybody, yet i still had the hope that my friends were all getting ready too - feeling sick at the thought that it wasnât just tom that had forgotten. but i didnât want to think about him, my pent up anger and frustration going to be released when he came home from the studio, though i silently wished that he wouldnât, not even wanting to see him.
i scan my closet, my fingers landing on a small black dress that i hadnât worn yet, pulling it from the hanger and studying it, contemplating before nodding my head, taking my comfy clothes off and getting changed into it. i walk to the mirror, content with my appearance for once, the dress perfectly highlighting my curves, the material reaching mid-way down my thighs. my hair already straight as i had fixed it earlier, i move onto my makeup, applying basically everything as i take care in making sure i look perfect for tonight, not wanting anything else to go wrong.
finishing my lipstick, i move away from the mirror, adjusting my hair and running my fingers through it, removing any small knots. i check the time once again - 7:02pm. my eyes widen, realising that i have to leave, yet as i am rushing to get my heels on, my phone buzzes. i stop, placing my second heel on my foot before looking at the words on my screen.
so sorry girl, a family emergency has come up and the rest of the girls canât make it. we will make it up to u i promise!! - 7:04pm
my eyes stare at the screen in disbelief, reading the words over and over again, wondering if i am imagining them as it seems impossible that so much has gone wrong in one day. i slump onto my bed, frustratedly kicking my heels off, trying to stop the tears forming in my eyes from falling - even if iâm not going out, my makeup still looks perfect, some pathetic tears arenât going to ruin it. but before i can become too upset, my phone buzzes again, the screen lighting up as i roll my eyes, seeing that tom has finally texted me.
schatz, come to billâs house. be quick if you can, itâs pretty important. i love you. - 7:08pm
my eyes widen, quickly picking up on the urgency of his text, my mind assuming that the worst has happened. i quickly rush to put my heels back on, not caring that i am dressed to go to a party, more focused on getting to tom as fast as i can, feeling so selfish for being mad that he hadnât texted me all day, now worried sick as i scramble for my car keys, quickly rushing out of the front door.
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i pull up outside of billâs house, the lights off, the entire place eerily quiet. having known him all my life, i no longer knock on his door, instead i walk straight in, my eyes met with an empty hallway.
âtom? bill?â i got your message, is everything okay?â i call out, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor as i walk into the kitchen, which is just as empty as the room before, my eyes furrowing in confusion, whatever tom needed me for clearly not as urgent as he had made out.
i turn around, about to leave the kitchen, but just as i am about to take my first step, my eyes are covered by two large hands, my body freezing in shock.
âguess who?â a familiar voice says, my body turning to be met with his cocky smile, his hands moving to rest on my hips as i stare at him in disbelief.
âtom? what the fuck, are you okay? is bill okay? iâve been worried sick, whatâs going-â
my rambling is cut off by tom pressing his lips to mine, smiling against them as he pulls away after a few seconds, my concern somehow amusing to him.
âshhh, come with me.â he mutters against my lips, taking my hand and pulling me out of the kitchen.
âwhat? where are we going? tom youâre driving me crazy what is going on?â i ask as he pulls me through the hallway, leading me outwards towards the garden.
âbaby calm down. everything is fine.â he begins, stopping and turning to face me, taking my hands in his. âyou look beautiful by the way.â
âthanks tom but thatâs not-â
âschatz, just trust me okay? come on.â he interrupts, squeezing my hand as we continue to walk towards the garden. the double doors leading out to it are closed, heavy curtains draped over the glass, stopping me from seeing what is outside. tom moves the curtain a little, opening the door and stepping outside, my mouth falling open in shock.
my eyes are met with a crowd of all of my friends, a few people unfamiliar, some people that i recognise to be tomâs friends, as well as an array of balloons, food, alcohol, banners, the pool lit up as confetti decorates the outside of it.
âhappy birthday!â a chorus of voice says, my hands flying to my mouth in shock, a wide smile on my face as i turn to tom, his eyes already on mine. i quickly pull him into a hug, so tight that his body stumbles backwards a little, but his arms soon wrap around my lower back, a proud grin etched upon his face.
âhappy birthday meine liebe.â he says, raising his voice a little as the music that has just been turned on drowns out any other noise.
âhow did you- i thought you forgot?â i question, pulling away from the hug, staying within his embrace as his arms remain on my hips. he chuckles lightly, shaking his head.
âhow could i forget about my girlâs birthday? iâve been planning this for so long. itâs been so hard to keep it a secret, and i hated making you upset this morning, i almost cracked when you got mad at me, but, seeing your reaction now makes it all worth it.â he says, eyes staring into mine.
i stand there speechless, unable to find the right words, wondering how he managed to pull this whole thing off. i pull his face towards mine, connecting our lips in a soft kiss, tom deepening it a little as he presses his lips harder onto mine. i pull away for breath, resting my forehead against his.
âitâs perfect, i donât even know what to say. i love you.â i state, unable to hide my excitement.
âi love you too baby. now come on, letâs have fun.â he smiles, taking my hand and guiding me over to some of our friends.
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âthereâs one more surprise for you.â tom whispers in my ear, giving my ass a rough squeeze as he smirks knowingly, the lustful tint within his eyes saying exactly what kind of surprise he is hinting towards.
we had been at the party for a few hours, certainly tipsy as everyone else was, yet it didnât show any sign of ending soon, the music seeming to get louder, amount of alcohol coming from inside only increasing.
âoh yeah? and whatâs that?â i ask, looking upwards at him, my hand running down his chest.
he chuckles slightly, bending down so his lips are level with my ear, his breathing tickling the area. âyouâll have to wait until we get home.â he teases, kissing the skin below my ear before moving back, taking a drink from his cup as his other arm remains around my shoulder.
âor we could just leave now.â i challenge, willing to play whatever game he thinks he has started, knowing that he will cave in.
âhmm.â he begins, titling his head, trying to make it look like he is debating on letting me win, though i can tell his mind was made the second i said the words. âyou are the birthday girl, youâre in charge beautiful.â
he shrugs his shoulders, tongue poking outwards to play with his lip ring.
âthen weâre leaving.â i state, taking his hand and saying my brief goodbyes to everybody, not being able to get out of the house fast enough.
we reach my car as i throw my keys over to tom, letting him drive as he is the more sober one out of the two of us, having only had one drink. the drive home is torturous, tom squeezing my thigh and whispering just the right things in my ear, knowing the effect that his words have on me, my legs squeezing together as the heat between them becomes unbearable.
he pulls up in the driveway, stepping out of the car and taking my hand, unlocking the front door. he guides me upstairs and into the bedroom, walking towards his closet and returning with a square black box. he places it in front of me as i sit on the bed, his body towering over me.
âhappy birthday baby.â is all he says, watching me as i take the lid off of the box, revealing the most beautiful black lingerie set i had ever laid my eyes on. i take it out of the box, holding it in front of me as i stare at it in awe.
âi love it! thank you thank you thank you!â i squeal, standing on my knees on the edge of the bed and kissing his lips quickly.
âyou gonna put it on for me? iâve been waiting to see you in it since i bought it, been driving me crazy.â he whispers against my lips, teeth tugging my bottom lip gently as he slowly releases it, smirking slightly against me. âdonât keep me waiting any longer.â
i nod my head, pecking his lips once more before climbing off of the bed, heading into the bathroom and closing the door. i slip my dress off, netting it pool at my feet, before pulling the panties upwards and onto my body. the bra follows as i clip it on, adjusting the straps. i look at myself in the mirror, in shock of how well tom knows me. it fits perfectly, complimenting my figure in ways i didnât know were possible.
i open the door, tom quickly turning to face me. his eyes widen, a grin taking over his expression as his tongue swipes across his bottom lip. he walks towards he, hands finding my hips as his fingers dip in and out of the lacy material of my panties, eyes burning into my figure. he bends down, pushing his lips against mine and quickly sliding his tongue in, groaning quietly against me.
his hands move under my thighs, squeezing the flesh as he uses them to lift me up, wrapping my legs against his torso. he walks us over to the bed, falling onto it as i collapse on top of him, never breaking the kiss. his fingers grace my figure, starting at my back, slowly moving to my ass as he kneads it roughly, using it to grind my body against him, his dick already hard through his jeans. i gasp into his mouth at the feeling, my hands cupping his face as i pull his lips harder against my own.
âbetter than i imagined.â he mutters against my lips, biting them softly. âyouâre so beautiful, you know that?â
i moan lightly in response, pulling backwards to reach for his t-shirt, not liking that he is still fully dressed. he smirks at my desperation, helping me to pull his t-shirt off. i sit up, straddling him as he holds my waist, my fingers fiddling with the button of his jeans, scrambling to take them off. he sees me struggling, moving upwards a little, undoing the zipper and pulling them from his legs, my hips lifting upwards momentarily so that he can take them completely off.
he is now in his boxers, my hands tracing his abs as he reconnects our lips, his fingers reaching for the clasp of my bra, undoing it in one swift motion. i pull at his boxers, getting them off as i want nothing more than him to be inside of me.
âhow do you want it baby?â he mutters against me, slipping my panties off as he speaks. âwhatever you want beautiful, just let me make you feel good.â
his chest moves up and down, lips parted as his eyes stare into mine, awaiting my response. instead of voicing my needs verbally, i climb off of him, laying flat against the bed as i pull him on top of me, taking his dick and putting it at my entrance, letting him move fully inside of me.
my mouth falls open as he bottoms out, small whines escaping from my lips. my hands fly to his back, nails digging into the skin as they rake downwards, tom wincing as the slight pain only fuels his desire. he pulls almost completely out, before slamming into me, a loud moan leaving my lips at the exciting mix of pain and pleasure, able to tune out the slight discomfort and focus on the way he fills me up.
he groans against my lips, kissing them repeatedly as he moves in and out of me, building a steady pace. âfuck you feel so good.â he sighs, grabbing my legs and throwing them over his shoulders, the new angle causing me to practically scream in satisfaction, his tip drilling against my g-spot repeatedly.
âplease donât stop, right there, mhm!â i manage to say, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as his dick continues to stretch me out, hitting places that no one but him ever could.
my walls clench around him, a small groan coming from the base of his throat at my movement. âdo that again baby- fuck, do it again.â he basically begs, his head falling backwards once i repeat my motions.
i attempt to kiss him, my movements against his lips sloppy and inconsistent, loud moans pouring from my mouth into his as he groans lowly, his pace speeding up, breathing becoming fast and heavy. his chest is flush against mine, bodies sticking together, the sound of our skin slapping together sounding throughout the room, a chorus of inaudible sounds leaving our lips as we chase our release.
âiâm close, keep going, please.â i beg, my voice coming out as a desperate whine. he nods his head in response, gripping my thighs harder, his muscles flexing with each movement as his thrusts become faster and stronger. his dick starts to twitch, signalling to me that he is close too.
âwhere do you want it baby?â he breathes out, his eyes squeezed shut, movements now becoming irregular.
âinside.â i moan out, not caring about the consequences right now, drunk on the feeling of his dick moving in and out of me.
he lets out a small âmhmâ, his response soon cut off by a loud groan as he feel him shoot his hot cum into me, the liquid coating my walls, the sudden pressure triggering my own climax. the knot in my stomach unravels, a high pitched moan leaving my lips as i clutch onto him harder than i ever have before, watching the way his face twists in pleasure, head rolling backwards as he rocks his hips at a slow pace, riding out our highs.
he collapses on top of me, hands running up and down my waist as he places a small kiss on my collarbone before lazily muttering against my skin, his voice low and hoarse.
Maybe Scara punishing a bratty reader who had been whiny, annoying and complaining abt everything the whole so Scara had enough and became extremely rough with her. Like, tied her hands and legs, blind folded her too so she wouldn't even able to tell what's happening
(I'm sorry if sounds weird, feel free to delete it if it's too weird đđ)
Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Brat taming. Bondage. Blindfold. Degradation. Orgasm denial. Clit stimulation. Cunnilingus.
It absolutely doesn't sound weird. I love writing smut like thisâ€ïž
Scaramouche's hands ghosted over your skin, sending a visible shiver through your body that made him smirk. You looked so defenseless and delicate, your wrists bound above your hand to the headboard, your legs bound and spread apart for him. You only had sensation and anticipation of touch to go on.
You'd been such a brat all day.
Nothing appeased you, absolutely nothing. Every other thing out of your mouth was a whiny complaint. He'd had enough when you said you thought the sun was too bright and hot, so you asked for his. Only to give it back to him a few minutes later, saying to felt too heavy.
He retracted his hand for a long moment, drawing out your anticipation before he casually circled his finger around and around one of your sensitive nipples. Your breath hitched in your throat, a tingling jolt of pleasure shooting straight to your throbbing clit.
A whine tore from your throat, your back arching when you felt a pinch on your nipple. "Whine, whine, whine. That's all you have done all day," He hissed, flicking your nipple, "You can whine in a way that's more useful to me, slut. Whine while you beg to cum."
He drug his finger agonizingly slow, enjoying the way you writhed on the bed, straining at your restraints. Your walls clenched around nothing, his touches feeling twice as magnified due to the sensory deprivation.
His hand traveled down your stomach, goosebumps trailing in their wake. He parted the folds of your dripping pussy, his cock throbbing at the thought of pushing you to your very limits. "Bratty sluts need to be put in their place," He gave your clit a wet smack, nearly making your mind shatter as your hips jerked off the bed.
You mewled as the tips of his fingers started an assault on your clit. The more he stroked and pinched the sensitive nub, the more it swelled and throbbed. "Please Scara," Your first words of begging tumbling out of your mouth in a shaky sigh.
He suddenly plunged two fingers inside of you, making you gasp as he hooked them accurately into your sweet spot. "Oh? You think you are in a position to feebly beg and get what you want?" He antagonized, scissoring your walls apart before barely nudging his fingers into your sweet spot again.
Your hips bucked up into his fingers, his eyes drinking in the way you squirmed from his edging. "Scara, please. Please, I can't take it," You pleaded, squeezing your eyes tight shut behind the blindfold.
"Complaining now, are we?" Scaramouche smacked your clit again. You gasped, the blissful sting making your legs shake as you got wetter from his rough treatment.
"N-No, I'm not," You moaned. You could practically feel his glare cutting right through you. You heard the sheets shift, his warm breath fanning on your clit.
He silenced any further, whiny pleas with his tongue prodding against your clit. He groaned, slowly swirling his tongue. He smirked as he flattened his tongue, licking long and slow lines up your cunt.
Every lick and lap made your body twitch, proceeding to edge you just mercilessly with his tongue. He had this incredible ability to build your orgasm up little by little. It was making you lose the ability to even think.
He latched his lips around your clit for just the right amount of him, sucking until your orgasm was right on the threshold of washing over you. It seemed like hours had passed, his laughs only sounding crueler each time he denied you.
"Another one?!" You cried out, your hips bucking, frenzied into his mouth. He so wanted to lift the blindfold and see the tears welling into your eyes. "Please, just let me cum! Please!"
"Please, please, please," Scaramouche mocked condescendingly, his fingers squeezing into your thighs to hold your legs apart as you struggled to close them around his head. "You think that's good enough, whore?"
You saw stars as the tip of his tongue prodded at your entrance. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'll be a good girl, I promise!" You choked back a sob of pleasure, the ropes binding your wrists rubbing against your skin.
"Cry louder, slut. It's amusing," He vibrated a moan on your cunt, "You'll cum when I am satisfied."