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#and once he was trained he would probably feel like it’s his duty to do the most he can.
yvtro · 1 year
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i genuinely think that jason could and would be content with an ordinary life, especially if bruce were a civilian too. in another life i would have really enjoyed just being your son. a 10pm bedtime and slippers instead of pixie boots.
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sprout-fics · 4 months
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Danger Close
(Captain John Soap MacTavish x F! Reader)
Call of Duty Masterlist
Rating: Explicit (18+) Minors DNI Wordcount: 3.8k Tags: Power imbalances, Unrequited pining, Shy Reader, Stuck in a lift, Dry humping, Dirty talk, Seduction, Praise kink, Vaginal fingering, Secret affair, Pet names Warnings: None (ask to tag) A/N: This is a quick little idea of the OG himself. I'll probably do more headcanon based ideas soon, but for now enjoy the filth
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The thing about Captain MacTavish is that he’s…intimidating.
The self proclaimed red-blooded Scot is built like a brick shithouse, as one of your fellow officers once put it. Ruggedly handsome, strong, thick with muscle with coarse hair over his arms and stubble along his jaw. There’s a scar over one of his eyes, a slashing wound that should have blinded him. It crinkles slightly when he offers a lopsided smirk that taunts danger, that bares a reckless nature he hasn’t fully shed despite his years of experience. You tell your bunkmate that he’d make very good money as a bouncer at a nightclub, and her laughter nearly wakes up the whole hallway.
Intimidating.
Which is not necessarily the right word, you think. The Captain has a way around his men and fellow officers, an easy likeability that’s hard to ignore. He commands respect from his troops not in the way of brute posturing or snarling demands, but in the display of capability that has saved their lives many times over. He’s the firm touch on their shoulder as they check their gear before deployment, the firm reminder of level headedness over comms, the sharp, ringing command that cuts through gunfire when everything else has gone wrong.
The man exudes leadership, and you are among those helplessly drawn to it.
Yet there’s something closed off there that you can see in his eyes, an untold story that has drawn the lines of age in the corner of his steely gaze. It feels as if there’s an invisible barrier around him that prevents others from getting danger close. Magnetic, it pulls you in despite yourself, an inextricable attraction towards the nick of a blade you long to taste. Dangerous, like a moth to flame.
Not that you’ll ever do anything about it of course. As much as you daydream about the time you saw the captain’s broad back shiny with sweat on the sparring mats as he trained the other recruits, the low lilt of his accent that clouds your thoughts, you know it’s a terrible idea to develop a crush on your superior.
It’s hard not to, not when you deliver him his daily intelligence report in the afternoon, and he always makes sure to look up and greet you as you hand over the folder, smiling and offering: “Thank you, lass.”
Traitorous, you think, how your stomach devolves into butterflies just at the sight of his pleasant grin. 
Worse is the fact that despite his gruff exterior the man is always such a gentleman to you. He gives you his full attention when you speak, ensures his other male officers do not interrupt or speak over you, holds open doors when you walk into the meeting room together, ensures his men don’t harass you just for your status of being a woman. You think it’d be easier if he was just as pompous and arrogant as his fellow officers, but instead Captain MacTavish has the ability to make you feel special, like you’re the only other one in the room with him. 
It makes you feel a little guilty, admittedly- that he’s kind and decent and you constantly think about what it would be like to bend the rules so he can bend you over his desk. 
Caught in fantasy as you are, you don’t notice the way his eyes watch you out of the corner of his eye, take note of you stretching on your toes to reach something in a filing cabinet, the way your brow scrunches in thought as you scrutinize his paperwork, the slight tremble of your hand when you pass him a cup of coffee in the mess hall, the duck of your head when he offers an amicable thanks. 
You don’t notice the way he’s thinking anything but decent thoughts about you.
It’s hard to help. You’re a sweet, shy thing, and Soap is a man not immune to the charm of your bashful nature. He enjoys your wide eyed gaze as he selfishly sneaks gentle touches, a hand on your shoulder as he scoots past you in a crowded hallway, letting his fingers linger a little too long when you pass him a stack of files for him to sign off on, the barest little hitch of breathing he hears when he lets his voice dip an octave as he speaks.
“Thank ye, bonnie.” He tells you this afternoon, and relishes the way you repress a shiver at the endearment. 
Later, when he catches you at your desk gazing dreamily into space, he enjoys the glassy tint of your eyes, and imagines you’re thinking of him.
And, secretly, he thinks what it would be like to have you mewling and trembling under his war-worn hands. 
For all his decency and charisma, there is one thing you don’t know about the captain, and that is that he’s a wolf.
And you, you’re an adorable bunny waiting for the killing bite of his seduction.
Yet shy as you are, never to act on this, Captain MacTavish decides to take things into his own hands. 
He has you move your desk to his office, helping him with his own paperwork, and offers to buy you lunch on the basis of being a good boss, a good superior. He ensures you have everything you need for your space and helps you pick out a better desk chair when you complain about the standard base ones hurting your back.
And if he uses his rank to ensure your colleagues and higher ups don’t complain? Well. That’s his business.
“Good lass.” He tells you in passing when you find a piece of intelligence he requested, offering a small squeeze of your shoulder and feeling you stiffen under him before exhaling unsteadily- unaware of his smug grin just behind your shoulder. 
Cute, the way you think he won’t notice your little reactions, your dreamy eyes and the fantasies hidden behind them. 
In all places, it comes to a head in a stuck lift.
The meeting is in fifteen minutes, and you insist on taking the lift because of the obstacle course drills you were put through yesterday, whining about your aching thighs. Soap, the good captain that he is, acquiesces and allows it, crossing his arms and watching the doors close-
Only for the lift to give a groan and shudder to a stop.
“Bloody old building.” He gripes, giving the doors a small kick in grumbling protest. “Told maintenance these things needed to be repaired months ago.”
He’s not concerned. Worse comes to worse, he’s crawled up through elevator shafts before. Besides, it’s not as if you’re on the eighth floor, merely stuck between the first and second. It’s an inconvenience, but not an inescapable or deadly one. He’s not as young as he once was, but this shouldn’t be too beyond him.
You, on the other hand, press the call button frantically, trying to ask for help and rescue. The operator is quick to tell you that mechanics and the fire brigade are on the way, and tells you to stay calm. 
“How long are we going to be stuck in here?” You ask Soap, fidgeting. A nervous little filly, he thinks, as he eyes you with mild amusement.
“Maybe an hour.” He drawls, watching as your eyes go wide.
“We’ll miss the briefing.” You manage, a little choked, as if that is the gravest of your concerns, and not the thoughts Soap has about taking full advantage of the privacy he has with you.
“Aye.” He replies with a snort. “Shame, that.”
You make a little sound at that, something between petulance and despair, slumping into the wall as your face crumples.
“Hey, easy.” Soap offers, voice gentler now as he approaches you, gloved hands easily balancing you by your elbows across the wall. “It’s alright lass. We’ll be free in no time. Take a breath for me, aye?”
You nod at that, eyes turned towards the ground to avoid his gaze as you suck in a deep breath, hold it, and then let it out slowly.
“Good girl.” He purrs, unable to help himself, and relishes the way your eyes dart up to his, pupils blown wide as you realize for the first time just how close he is.
This is dangerous.
He’s got you crowded into the wall of the lift, all but blocking escape with his brawny frame. The shadow of his figure falls over your smaller form, dwarfing you. His hands cup you by your arms, bare fingers skimming along your exposed skin and leaving goosebumps rising in their wake. Your captain’s expression is calm, but even with the overhead light backlighting his face, you can see the intent, the scarcely concealed fixation there hidden beneath kind eyes and whispered only though a knowing smirk. 
Prey in a snare.
“S-sir-” You manage, voice tight as you finally realize the true nature of his intent with the way he hums a low, deep note in his chest that makes you shiver.
“Thought I wouldnae ken you watching me, bonnie?” He asks in a low, rumbling intonation that vibrates at the base of your skull. “Sneaking looks and off with the faeries everytime I called you a good girl?”
“I-” You try, and it’s a useless effort really. You could summon a thousand excuses, but you know none of them would work on him. Captain Mactavish’s eyes are too keen, too knowing for that. If he’s seen this much, if he’s seen the way you daydream while he doesn’t look, the way you try desperately to quell your infatuation with him, then there’s no use trying to pretend otherwise. 
"You like being called a good soldier? A good lass?” He goes on, and you bite down hard on a whimper of want that threatens to bubble up your throat. Your captain’s thumbs stroke the inside of your elbow gently, pressing down on the divot of sensitive skin and loosing an unsteady breath from your chest. 
“Look at you wobbling like a wee fawn.” He purrs in that low lilt of his. “This isn't because of me, is it? Developing feelings for your superior. Tut tut. Naughty thing."
“Captain-” Your voice is a strangled thing in your throat, choked by the cognitive dissonance of this, of something straight out of your wildest fantasies, a secret you keep to yourself in the dark of your bunk with your fingers buried between your thighs.
John hums, allowing his eyes to roam down your form, gently caged into the wall as you are, eyes glimmering with a hunger you didn’t know he possessed- A wolf in sheep’s clothing.
“Tell me to stop.” He murmurs then, voice serious. “I won’t touch you. I’ll transfer you if that’s what you want.”
“No.” Your answer comes so quickly it surprises even you, and suddenly your fingers are gripping on the inside of his forearms as if trying to keep him from retreating. “...Please.”
He gives you a moment, then another to reconsider, to retract your agreement and shove him off you. When you don’t, your captain grins.
“Shy little bonnie.” He croons. “Didnae have the words to ask for what you wanted from your superior, did you?”
You shudder when his gloved palm cups your cheek, leaning instinctively into it, sweet and willing. His thumb presses down on the plush bed of your bottom lip, and it takes a moment of courage to part your lips, lean forward so it rests on your tongue instead.
The sound your captain makes is carnivorous.
Hungry, wanting, dark as sin as he watches you engulf the digit and make eye contact with him, as if tempting danger. He tastes like the steel like of a sharp blade, cutting through your senses and leaving crimson want dripping against your thoughts. 
He removes his thumb so a drip of spit trails after it, and before it can spill your captain bends and kisses you.
It’s dizzying, all consuming, all open lips as he groans into you, one arm snaking around to the small of you back to balance you on wobbly legs, the other gripping your chin and directing you exactly how he wants you, tilting your head just so he can kiss you deeper. You feel unbalanced by the sheer force of it, leaving little choice but to clutch at his uniform, go a little limp in his arms and mewling into his open mouth.
“Aye, that’s it.” He groans between wet, sloppy kisses, dragging his teeth over your bottom lip and feeling you press back into him, eager for more. “Fuckin beautiful, hen.”
His warm breath spills against your open throat, where you think he might bestow a killing bite if you’d let him, groaning in appreciation at the raw, heady taste of you as he takes everything you can bear to give him. 
“Sir-” You whine when he wedges a knee between your legs, hands planted firmly on your ass so he drags your clothed cunt over the rise of his thick thigh. “Oh God-”
“No God here, love.” He huffs as your head flops gently to the side, his words fanning across the shell of your ear so you shudder. “Just you an’ me.”
That might be for the best, you think. One less witness to the act of your captain defiling you the way you’ve dreamt of for longer than you care to remember. 
Your captain’s hands grasp the fat of your ass as you give an experimental rock onto his thigh, stifling a little whimper as you do. It only makes him chuckle, dark and hungry into your ear as he nibbles on the sensitive skin  beneath your jaw. 
“C’mon lass, you can do better than that.” He huffs, and you feel him smile against your neck. “Go on, take what you need. Wanna feel you get off just from grinding on my leg like this.”
You’re not sure if you can, honestly, but gods above do you want to try. 
You grab at his neck for support, pressing him further as he bows over you, engulfs you with the heat of his frame. Then you allow your knees to fold, letting him support the weight of you as you begin to drag yourself along his thigh.
The friction is delicious, sends your nerve endings alight with sensation as the pleasure of it spills past your lips with an open groan. You wonder if the mere act of this, of humping your superior’s leg like a cat in heat while he purrs praises into your ear, does more for you than the actual motion itself. Either way, you begin to feel a warmth unfurling in your core, cunt clenching down on a needing emptiness that has you bury a whimper into his shoulder. 
“Thaaat’s it.” MacTavish- John, you wonder if he’ll let you call him, croons in your ear. “Lemme hear all those pretty noises, hen.”
You do, realizing there’s no one else to hear you. You give in, allow him to hear every hitch in your chest, every shuddering gasp and breathless plea of “S-sir-”
“Feel good?” He asks, hands kneading the swell of your ass as he helps rock you along his thigh. “Just imagine bonnie, could have had this weeks ago if you’d only let me.”
He’s right. If you’d only said something to him, had made a move on him, then you could have been having his low, Scottish lilt purr right in your ear as you try to get off ages ago.
But this is good too.
“Cannae even imagine how much it took for me not to pounce on you.” He huffs, pressing fluttering kisses against the thrum of your pulse. “All those sweet little looks you thought I couldn’t see, the way you were mooning over me like I wouldnae notice-”
“That’s- that’s not-” You try, managing to sound a little indigent despite your heaving breaths. 
“Oh I know, bonnie.” He croons with a huff of laughter. “You were just trying to be a good soldier, didn’t want to get caught seducing your superior, aye? What would the other officers think?”
You whimper at that, clutching a little tighter if only out of a remnant pulse of shame. Yet John doesn’t let you stop, drags you more insistently over the bulge of his thigh straining through his pants. 
“They don’t get to know.” He tells you, smirking. “They don’t get to know how sweet ye are like this, how pretty you look trying to come all over my leg, aye bonnie?”
You feel it rising inside you, feel your oncoming climax mount with every low rumble of words against your skin, with the way his scent clouds your senses so there’s nothing else but the sensation of him, the pleasure of you grinding your wet, empty cunt against his leg.
“C’mon, little one. Can feel you trying. What’dye need?” He huffs, and you shake your head into his shoulder. 
“Empty.” You tell him in a little, shy whisper, face burning as you refuse to look him in the eyes. Yet a hand catches your cheeks, turns you up to his gaze so you have no choice but to look into his bright, glimmering stare. 
“What was that?” He asks, and Gods, you think he may eat you alive. “Need to use your words, sweetheart.”
“E-empty.” You tell him a little louder, catching sight of the glassy eyed stare reflected in his eyes, feeling your legs shake with the effort of trying to hold your own weight. 
“Oh poor wee lass.” John sighs, bending down to kiss you again, swallowing the little whimper that bubbles up your throat. “Dinnae fash, I’ll take care of you.”
He pulls away so quickly you nearly drop to the floor, were it not for the hand slung across your hip that keeps you upright. You hear the clink of a belt, and for a single hopeful moment you think maybe it’s his, only to groan in disappointment and need as he squirms his hand past your own waistband, slinking his fingers between your folds. 
“Christ almighty, lass, you’re soaking wet.” He breathes, bracing his forehead against yours so you feel his warm huff of air on your swollen lips. “Just from this?”
Yeah. This. You want to tell him. As if ‘this’ isn’t something straight out of your wildest wet dreams, him easily handling you in close quarters, treating you with greedy hands and yet touching you as if you’re something prized, a beautiful weapon he’s admired from afar for far too long. 
When he sinks a finger into you John groans a deep, resounding noise in his chest, open and appreciating the way your slick heat instantly clenches around his fingers. 
“Fuck, the feel of you, hen.” He breathes as he pumps his fingers with deliberate slowness, as you whimper and writhe and try to force yourself down onto his hand to chase your just out of reach climax. “So warm and tight, cannae even imagine how you’d feel around my cock.”
“Please.” You gasp desperately, body flushed with want as you grind against his fingers, seeking to angle them just right. “Captain.”
The sound John makes is primal, and you’re given little warning before suddenly he’s plunging a second finger into you, giving you only a moment to adjust to the stretch before he’s setting a rapid pace that has you wail into his chest. 
“Is alright lass, I got you. C’mon, wanna feel you cum all over my hand.” He growls, panting, entire body coiled tight as he pushes you further towards your climax. “I’ll fuck you proper after, promise. Just need to feel it when you come, wanna hear how pretty you sound, c’mon-”
It’s that thought, the one of him having you right here in the lift, bending you against the wall and fucking you just like this that makes you arch with a broken little shout, clenching down hard on his fingers as he slowly works you through it, murmuring sweet endearments down at you as you tremble. You feel your walls pulse around his thick digits, coating them in slick and you realize too late he never took his glove off.
You nearly buckle as the last pulse of pleasure pulses bright and powerful through you, clutching at him with a little whimper as you come down slowly. You’re warm all over, muscles flooded with a bright release that has you wobble where you stand. The pulse of your heartbeat echoes in your ears and you try desperately to catch your breath amidst it all. 
And, naturally, that’s the moment when the lift starts moving again.
You almost entirely lose your balance when the floor beneath you jolts, squeaking as you lean fully into your captain. He doesn’t seem to be caught off guard at all. If anything, John seems amused at the sudden motion of the elevator, huffing a warm sound of disbelief up towards the ceiling. 
“Think we’ll still be late for that meeting, bonnie?” He asks, grinning mischievously, as if he didn’t just make you come so hard your knees wobble.
“No sir.” You breathe, leaning back against the wall as he pulls his hand from your pants, leaning up and licking his fingers free of your wetness. 
“Fuck.” You breathe helplessly, head flopping back. “You’re glove-”
He hums, as if just now realizing you stained the palm of his fingerless glove, pulling the velcro strap with his teeth as one hand balances you while you regain your strength. 
“Keep it safe for me.” He tells you, jamming it into your front pocket as the lift whines to a halt. “Give it back to me later. After the meeting.”
After can mean a lot of things, you realize.
The lift dings pleasantly, and your captain hauls a brawny arm to keep the door open for you, ever the gentleman. 
“Go on then lass,” He smiles, friendly and easygoing despite the knowing, hungry glimmer in his gaze. “Tell them I’ll be a few. Have to give the mechanics a talkin to.”
You nod, still a little shell shocked, a little disheveled, blinking dazedly as you scoot past him, then pause. 
Checking the hallway, you twirl around and lean up to kiss him so you hear the little breath of surprise against your lips. 
“After, captain?” You ask sweetly, blinking your lashes up at him and watching his pupils blow wide. 
“After.” He declares, voice just as sultry, leaning down to nip teasingly in front of your face, fangs and all. 
You sway off to the meeting, sneak into the back row and explain the hold up, and nobody looks at you twice, shy as you are. When your captain comes in five minutes later, only you notice the way he struts to the front of the room, smirking wide and assured as he briefs his men on their next target. 
“Weapons hot, lads.” He declares, arms crossed, a smile taunting danger. “We’re danger close.”
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baeshijima · 11 months
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— perfect
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your parents believed you were destined for each other, though it would seem they hadn't taken into account your differing ideals.
CONTAINS : gn!reader, 1.2k wc, fluff, arranged!marriage au, basically arranged partners-to-strangers-to-lovers, jing yuan in denial until he can... no longer deny it
A/N : this was supposed to be a one paragraph brainrot. what happened.
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when you first heard of your prospective marriage partner, you didn't feel all that much for him. granted, there was only so much you could feel when listening to your parents ramble on. he was supposedly the son of a family friend — the ones who served the realm-keeping commission. he was set to graduate the academy in a few months, but that's all you really paid attention to before tuning out.
it wasn't long when you finally met, and you soon discovered you didn't mind him as much as you'd thought. well, that was until you took note of the clear lack of interest he held for you (for anything since you saw him, for that matter). he was aloof, never speaking more than a couple words before turning away and focusing on something else. with the boundaries clear alongside his lack of interest, you decided it wasn't worth the effort. your parents will just have to deal with it.
the next you heard of him was a few months later, the day after his graduation. apparently, he had enlisted into the cloud knights and was now part of their ranks.
your parents called it rebellious, you called it escaping his fate.
you don't see nor hear from him for a couple of years, instead finding out his achievements through gossipmongers and the occasional exaggerated tales you hear on your strolls. at least he's out there making a name for himself and doing what he loves, free and unshackled at the hands of fate.
he bumps into you when he's on patrol on the luofu, and at first he thinks it to be you trying to reach out again, only to be stumped at the uninterested — dare he say, annoyed — look you give him before stalking away in the opposite direction. but he shrugs it off thinking you had a bad day, returning to his duties in maintaining the peace of the luofu.
he runs into you again when you're out food shopping. it's a complete and utter coincidence you're both in the same place once more; you out on errands while he is on duty. oddly enough, he's doused in a wave of peace and content from just watching you from afar, the knowledge that he is capable of protecting you has him prouder than he'd like to admit.
that doesn't last for long, however, for you suddenly shift in place, your expression now more clear than it was earlier. jing yuan's heart stops then, plummeting into an abysmal pit as his eyes zero in on the new expression. your smile is far more beautiful than anything he could ever hope to imagine.
(in a trance, he wonders if you would ever direct that smile towards him.)
it's not until a little later he finds himself wondering about how you're faring, having half the mind to reach out through a letter before ultimately scrapping the idea. after all, he has to focus on his training, not over his arranged partner who probably doesn't even want him after that stunt he pulled all those years ago (he wouldn't either, if he were in your shoes).
and so he ignores the ache in his heart when he spots you from his peripherals. he ignores the urge to abandon his post and remove the bags from your grip and transfer them into his own. he ignores the desire to have a proper conversation with you, one that doesn't result in him being tongue-tied and you annoyed. he ignores the desperation surging through his nerves to hold your hand in front of everyone, wondering what your skin would feel like against his calloused palms.
he ignores it all, and he ignores it well.
so why is it now he finds himself breaking into a sprint after catching a glimpse of your side profile, ignoring the calls of his fellow knights in fear of losing you — the chance to finally speak to you and settle this once and for all because screw it. screw his hesitation, screw his yearning — screw it all!
when he finally reaches you he's at a loss, the words which once seemed so clear in his mind now fizzled out on the tip of his tongue. it's laughable, really, how he's praised for being quick-witted and yet he's reduced to nothing but a gaping mess in your presence. so he just stares at you with a heaving chest, your furrowed countenance making his heart stutter more than it really should.
it's not until you turn to leave that he panics, latching onto your wrist in a last-ditch attempt as a strangled "wait!" flies past his lips. you don't recoil from his touch, so he supposes that's a good thing, even if your glare is anything but that.
"i... i want to apologise for how we started off," he stutters, tripping over his words as he lays himself bare, exposing his heart for you to judge; for you to determine whether he is worthy enough to be by your side. there's so much more for him to say — so much more he wants, no, needs to get off his chest before you slip away yet again.
should he start off with how he could only speak a couple of words when you first met because he feared stumbling over his words and making a fool of himself? or should he say he wanted to build up his courage before facing you, and that part of his reasoning to join the knights was in hopes of finding that? (although it was a bit of a belated realisation, but no one's keeping track!) oh, or should he start off with—
"is that all you have to say?" your voice is smoother than he last remembers, though maybe it's the fact he's only ever heard you speak directly to him a couple of times, having heard your voice when on patrol more than he has face to face. if it weren't for you clearing your throat, jing yuan would have forgotten to answer.
he quickly snaps himself out of his trance, pushing down the embarrassed flush creeping up his neck. "if it's alright with you, would you..." he gulps in apprehension, chest constricting as he fumbles to regather his thoughts. he sucks in a breath and lifts his head to meet your gaze, revelling in your slightly widening eyes. "if it's alright with you, would you like to start over again?"
silence ripples between you after his words. can you hear his heart hammering behind his sternum? can you see his breaths quicken in anticipation? can you feel his hand become unbearably warm against the skin of your wrist?
oh god he hopes not.
but then your voice ceases his thoughts, your amused smile doing little to help his above mentioned symptoms. "i'm [name]. it's nice to meet you," your voice trails off a little, and he doesn't bother hiding the growing smile when he realises what you're doing.
and so he eagerly plays along, losing himself in the warmth you provide when you slip your hand into his.
"i am jing yuan. and... likewise, [name]."
(jing yuan decides the sensation of your skin against his calloused palms is unlike anything he's felt before. if he had to put it into words, he would say it's perfect.)
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theemporium · 7 months
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[1.8k] when both hughes brothers think the pretty girl at the bar is way too out of quinn's league, not realising she is very much his girlfriend they were about to meet.
not totally convinced i like this but it's the first quinn piece so who knows
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“There’s no fucking way, dude.” 
“Mhm.” 
“She’s out of your league, just drop it.” 
“I don’t know, I think I could pull it off.” 
Jack raised his brows at his older brother, examining his face like he was trying to work out if he was being serious or not. However, when Quinn showed no signs of joking around—not even a hint of a smile—the boy was inclined to snort and shake his head. Luke, sitting on the other side of his oldest brother, could only join in. 
“I love you, but you’re fucking delusional,” Luke told him before his eyes glanced back over to where you were sat at the bar. “Not to be funny, dude, but she looks like she’d walk all over you.” 
Quinn just lifted his bottle of beer to his lips, trying to hide the grin that was threatening to break out. 
With the chaos of the hockey season and the summer months spent at the lake house, it was rare for his brothers to find a chance to come up to Vancouver. They flew up just as often as he came down to Jersey, which wasn’t enough by any of their likings but it was the unfortunate way things worked.
Unless they were playing a game—like they were in a few days. 
With no games or pre-planned duties beforehand, it was easy for Jack and Luke to come up a little earlier than the rest of the team to spend a few days with Quinn. And he was glad to have them up in Vancouver. 
Sometimes, it was hard not to feel a little isolated during the season when both his brothers played for the same team and he was left by himself. He wouldn’t change playing for the Canucks, and he adored his team. But he also adored his brothers and maybe, just sometimes, he missed having them be the biggest pain in his ass. Only every once in a while though, not that he would ever admit that to their faces. 
But the distance between them and the chaos of the hockey season meant that sometimes it was hard to keep up to date with each other’s lives beyond the messages and odd phone calls they could slip in here or there. 
And, to his brothers’ defence, he probably should have told them about you before they arrived in Vancouver.
But the thing between you and Quinn started as a small experiment, no real labels and just a lot of fucking chemistry that both of you were willing to explore during the pre-season training. It didn’t seem like a big deal, or something worth telling his brothers about. 
Yet, the weeks went on and the relationship between you two grew stronger and, yeah, it took him a little bit longer than he cared to admit to grow the balls to ask you out. But he got to call you his now so he wasn’t all that bothered with the details.
But you being his girlfriend should have been a detail he shared with his brothers, along with the fact the night out to grab a drink at the local bar near his apartment wasn’t just a random decision but an opportunity to introduce you to them. 
And that really was the plan. 
However the second they walked into the bar, Jack and Luke had nabbed a table and didn’t give Quinn a chance to explain himself as they waited for his ‘friend’ to show up (not that Quinn used that word, once again, his brothers were just idiots who made assumptions). And Quinn was left staring helplessly at where you sat at the bar, sipping your drink as you probably waited for them to arrive. 
And just when Quinn was about to open his mouth again, his brothers picked up on his staring at the pretty girl by the bar and did what brothers do best—rip the absolute shit out of Quinn for thinking he even had a chance. 
And Quinn did what oldest brothers do best—he let them continue to embarrass themselves before he proved them both wrong after he had his fun with the situation. 
“Let’s make a bet,” Quinn said casually, knowing full well he was about to exploit the competitiveness that ran through all three of them.
Jack’s eyes glimmered in interest. “Go on.”
“I get her number and you both have to give me a hundred bucks,” he said as he glanced between his two brothers.
Luke’s brows furrowed together. “And if she rejects you?”
“I’ll give you both two hundred each,” Quinn stated. “And you get bragging rights that you were correct.”
“Deal,” Jack said without even thinking twice.
“Wait, wait,” Luke quickly spoke up, giving the boy an exasperated look before turning back to Quinn. “You can’t tell her anything about the bet though, that’s cheating.”
Quinn raised his brows. “You don’t think I’m a good sport?”
Luke just shrugged. “Just covering all our bases.”
“Now, go on and embarrass yourself!” Jack grinned as he slapped his older brother on the back in a faux comforting gesture. “We will totally not be recording you from way back here.”
Quinn rolled his eyes. “You’re on.” 
The oldest Hughes said nothing more as he chugged the last dregs of his beer before stepping away from the table. His lips were pressed together to try and repress his grin as he walked away from his brothers and towards your spot at the bar. 
Something in his chest eased a little as he closed the distance between you, his fingers itching to just reach out and hold you close after barely seeing you over the last two days since his brothers arrived. The messages were not enough, not when he was selfish and spoiled having you around him almost every day since the spark between you two started.
“Hello, gorgeous.” 
Your head snapped around at the familiar voice, and instantly a smile broke out on your face when you saw your boyfriend sliding into the spot beside you. 
His fingers skimmed along the small of your back, the touch small and subtle before his warm palm was pressed against you. It was a comfort you grew to enjoy around Quinn, the fact he always needed to be touching you in some way, shape or form—even if he didn’t realise he was doing. Whether it was his knuckles skimming down your arm, or a hand resting on your ankle when you threw your feet on his lap during movie night, Quinn Hughes always liked the comfort of knowing you were there with him.
And after two days of not seeing you, the palm on the small of your back was almost like a reassurance you were actually sitting next to him and you were not running off again any time soon.
“Hey, baby,” you grinned as you turned on your stool, spreading your legs slightly so the boy could easily stand between them. “Where’s your brothers?”
“They grabbed a table by the back,” he said, his fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt as it rode up slightly, exposing a small slit of skin along your back just above the waistband of your jeans. “You excited to meet them?”
“So excited I almost threw up on the way here,” you told him with a sheepish smile.
“They’re gonna love you,” Quinn reassured you. 
“Aren’t you meant to be better at giving pep talks?” You murmured as your hand itched to reach for his, to intertwine your fingers and hold onto him.
“Nah, that’s the captain’s job,” he murmured with a small grin before he nodded vaguely towards the table his brothers were at. “C’mon, gorgeous, you know I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”
“My knight in shining armour,” you deadpanned before straightening your spine. “Okay, let’s do this.”
“You ready?” He asked, his brows raised slightly.
“Absolutely not,” you breathed out with a shaky smile. “But that’s what the two margaritas I had before you got here were for.”
Quinn’s lips twitched upwards as he lifted his hand from your back, raising it to gently hold your face in both his palms instead. “It’ll be fine, baby, I promise.”
You leaned in before you overthought it, enjoying the first kiss you were able to get from him after over forty-eight hours of nothing. You sunk into his embrace, your fingers looped into the belt hoops of his jeans as you tugged him closer, a needy noise sounding from the back of your throat that had him smiling against your lips.
“Easy, tiger,” he murmured, his nose playfully nudging yours. 
“It was for confidence,” you said shamelessly as you pulled back, an innocent expression on his face.
Quinn huffed out a laugh. “Sure.”
The defenceman let you intertwine your hands together before he began to lead you through the bustling crowd at the bar, his hand squeezing yours to reassure you were behind him. But, his attention was momentarily drawn away from you as he noticed his brothers’ table a few feet away—and more importantly, the absolutely gobsmacked and baffled expressions both his younger brothers were wearing. 
Their jaws were hitting the table by the time Quinn stood on the other side, pulling you forward until his arm was wound around your waist to hold you close to his side.
“Guys, meet my girlfriend.”
Luke blinked, his face absolutely blank.
However, Jack’s reaction was a lot more animated.
“Girlfriend?!” Jack spluttered out before shaking his head, a noise mixed between a scoff and a laugh leaving his lips as he pointed between the two of you. “This is cheating! You were in cahoots!”
Your brows furrowed together in confusion. “Cahoots?”
“Cahoots!” Jack repeated passionately.
Quinn only shrugged, glancing at you before he glanced back towards his brothers. “Say what you want but I’m pretty sure I won the bet.” 
“The bet?” You questioned.
“They didn’t think you were in my league,” Quinn mused, a glint of mischief in his eyes that told you more than enough. It took mere seconds to put together what the boy had just pulled off, and you could only snort in response.
“You’re evil,” you murmured with a shake of your head.
“I agree with your girlfriend!” Jack huffed out as he crossed his arms over his chest. 
Quinn rolled his eyes. “Stop being dramatic, Rowdy.”
“You’re a cheat!” Jack shot back.
“Luke doesn’t seem to think so,” Quinn retorted, and all eyes turned to the youngest Hughes who looked up from his phone, a blush painted across his cheeks.
“Oh no, I think you’re a dirty cheat,” he said, his lips pressed together. “I was just messaging the family group chat so we don’t have to pay.”
Quinn’s eyes narrowed. “Dick.”
“Be nice,” you playfully scolded with a shake of your head. “You were the one that tricked them.”
“Their fault for being stupid enough to fall for it,” Quinn shrugged.
“You never told us you had a girlfriend!”
“All I’m hearing is excuses.”
“That’s it, I’m calling mom.”
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sunnyaelia · 20 days
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Love Bombing
You break up with Alexia because she doesn’t make enough time for you, she does everything to get you back 
Completely inspired by this tik tok because I was floored lmao: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeULwnRm/   but it’s just a small part of it, the rest is simply Alexia being possessive once again 
obviously this is toxic guys bla bla we all know i hope, but a little toxic alexia lovebombing you never hurt nobody 😌
idk how to categorise this lol i’d say it’s outright suggestive towards the end, Alexia is kinda toxic in the last few sentences? but like in a possessive way 
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Your phone lit up with another text like it had done for the past hours already. When you went to check it was Alexia, once again begging you two to sit down and talk this out. You were quickly growing tired of the absolute flood of messages that your ex girlfriend was currently sending you, the spam calls and texts enough to overwhelm you, especially now as you were desperately trying not to run back to her. You had answered at first, telling her that you had already sat down and talked - several times and that it was simply over now. She didn’t accept it, insistent on fighting for you. 
It had only been 3 days so far since you had broken up with her. You had explained the reasoning to her, being basically always alone as she was gone on national duty or at some training camp or was doing some award show somewhere else or doing a photo shoot god knows where. Towards the end you hadn’t seen her for literal weeks on end sometimes. When she was there, the relationship was perfect, you couldn’t deny that. Alexia was an incredible partner otherwise - but you didn’t want to continue feeling lonely in your own relationship. So, you had broken it off and she certainly wasn’t taking it well. 
The ringing of the doorbell pulled you out of your thoughts as you got up, leaving your phone behind on the couch as you walked towards the door. You were certain that it couldn’t be Alexia since she had to be at training right now, probably having her break at the moment which she had used to text you. When you opened the door it was indeed not your ex, instead you were met with the sight of a delivery man who was quick to hand you a huge package. You were certain that this was a mistake at first since you hadn’t ordered anything but he showed you the address and that really matched yours, so you signed his little screen and closed the door again. 
You didn’t have a clue who that package could be from until you opened one and the first thing you noticed was a little note. 
‘I will always love you. I’m not giving us up,  
Ale’
It was the nickname you had often used for her, the realisation that this came from Alexia made you pause for a moment, thinking over if it might be better to just leave this be since the breakup was still so fresh. But in the end you were too curious to not open it further and look through the contents, impatiently ripping open the first carton. 
There were several of her sweaters in it- specifically the ones you had always stolen from her when you had still been together. You had given them back of course, since most of them were quite expensive, but it seemed like Alexia would rather have you wear them, hoping you might actually put them on and she’d maybe get to see you in her things once more. You also immediately noticed the perfume smell that wavered around them, pretty sure that she had sprayed them down with the perfume she always wore. The familiar scent made your heart twist uncomfortably, just a few days ago it would have been the typical smell you associated positively with your girlfriend. Now it was a bitter reminder of your ex who didn’t have enough time for you. 
You put the shirts and sweaters to the sides, uncovering several small boxes underneath. The first one was the one you had just handed back to her a few days ago, the necklace she had given you at the start of the relationship with a small A engraved on it. You had worn it with pride, feeling like you belong to Alexia and being flattered that she wanted you to wear something like that to showcase it. Since it was expensive it had only felt right to give it back to her when you had broken up, thinking she might like to wear it herself or at least have the necklace since she paid for it. Apparently she’d also rather you have it.
It was a stupid idea and you knew it but having the familiar necklace back in your hands that you had worn for months, it tempted you. And so you put it on, the A being hidden successfully by your shirt - especially when you pulled one of Alexia’s sweaters over it. It was definitely not a smart decision, this would not help at all to get over her, but you couldn’t resist, having missed her terribly in the span of only a few days - which was exactly why you couldn’t stand being left alone by her any longer. 
The other tiny boxes also contained jewellery, some of them stuff you recognised as things that you had casually mentioned you wanted to get. As sweet as the gesture was, you had actually wanted to try and forget about your ex, knowing that the relationship had run its course since you weren’t okay anymore with constantly being alone. 
Only it seemed like Alexia didn’t think the same thing. Over the next couple days you were flooded with even more messages and packages, always something useful inside like food or candy or more jewellery, sometimes hand delivered by her though she usually left the packages on the doorstep since she knew you wouldn’t open the door for her. The small notes she would put along with them always contained a heartfelt confession of how much she still wanted you and that she loved you and missed you. 
You were certain that she’d lose interest soon, knowing firsthand just how many people had been incredibly interested in your girlfriend - now ex. She’d have absolutely no trouble finding someone else. The thought alone was enough to make your stomach turn, in your mind Alexia was still your girlfriend, despite having thought it over and over in your head before you had broken up with her, it still didn’t feel real. That was also the reason why you didn’t just block her, the messages making your heart flutter just like they had done during the relationship. It was definitely not a good idea to keep reading them but you just couldn’t resist, yearning for one more moment with your Alexia. You also kept the notes, storing them safely in your nightstand and sometimes reading through them. You were most certainly hindering your own healing process but you just felt like shit most of the time, angry with yourself that you hadn’t been able to put aside your clinginess and enjoy the time you did have with her - while the other side of you insisted that it just wasn’t going to work this way if you were just always by yourself in the relationship. 
Interestingly enough, Alexia didn’t lose interest but instead got more persistent over time. She texted you stuff even more frequently, asking you out on dates over her texts or through the notes in packages. You were astonished just how much money she was willing to spend on you - she had always been insistent on paying for the both of you whenever she took you out and loved buying you stuff but you were really getting loaded with all kinds of things now. It varied from new clothes to more candy and to food you enjoyed, to takeout she knew you liked and practical things like your perfume that had been running out anyway or your skincare products that were a bit expensive. 
As much as it hurt, you continued not to answer, trying to tell yourself that you were doing the right thing by not encouraging her with a reaction since you had made clear that it was over. 
The constant messages still stressed you out and so when your friends asked you for the 20th time to go out with them to a party and get your mind off of her, you said yes. 
If you had known that it would be the same day that Alexia would be dragged with the others to celebrate their last win, you would have stayed home. 
You didn’t though, cluelessly walking into the club with your friends and not noticing the piercing eyes that followed you.
You had been wearing something rather short - a dress that was filled with the memories of Alexia barely taking her time to take it off of you, once even telling you specifically to keep it on as she fucked you. You knew it was her favourite, even though she always got incredibly jealous as soon as anybody but her got to see you in it. Maybe that’s why you had chosen specifically this one to wear, liking the thought of her being happy about your outfit choice. 
Alexia wasn’t the only one who liked the way you looked in the dress. It didn’t even take 5 minutes until a tall woman appeared next to you at the bar where you were still trying to decide on what to order. Alexia usually ordered for you, knowing that you preferred her doing it since you rarely drank and were often unsure on what to get. It was another small thing that made you miss her, the stranger pressing close to you was nothing against the usual warmth the blonde had often given you whenever she had been standing next to you, one hand always somewhere on you. 
Alexia’s gaze had been focused on you the entire time, waiting for an opportunity for your friends to be distracted so she could try to talk some sense into you again. Mapi and Ingrid who were sitting next to her both failed to notice, too busy staring lovingly into each other’s eyes while Pina and Jana were loudly discussing their favourite series. Nobody noticed Alexia and neither did they notice you. 
She hadn’t been happy already when she had seen the woman appear next to you, the up and down look the person had given you telling her that she was interested. Alexia did try to keep her jealousy at bay at first, wanting to use her chance to calmly and maturely convince you to hear her out. But when that woman reached out and shook her hand with yours, clearly introducing herself, she had already reached her limit. 
In the time it took her to get fully through the people towards the further away bar where you were, the person next to you had already wrapped her arm around your shoulders, pressing you a bit too tightly against her. It definitely wasn’t thought through when Alexia grabbed you from behind, simply pulling your waist back into her front. But the only thought she could focus on right now was that somebody else’s hands were on you. She was fuming inside - not sure if she was more upset about someone touching you, or about the fact that she didn’t have any right to go in between since you weren’t hers anymore. 
You had tensed under her hand, ready to push it off and call for your friends who had started to spread throughout the club. The smell of perfume made you pause though before you could wrench yourself free, familiar hands wrapping tightly around you from behind as the person behind you rested her head on your shoulder. 
“¿Todo bien aquí amor?” 
The voice confirmed your suspicion and you couldn’t help but relax into her hold, barely noticing that you nodded to answer her, both things that Alexia didn’t miss as she sent the woman in front of the two of you a satisfied smirk. She apparently wasn’t about to ignore the - quite obvious - way of Alexia claiming you, nodding once before she was quickly gone, not about to insert herself into any kind of mess, especially not with someone who’s muscles could be clearly visible even in the dim lighting of the club. 
You barely had any time to react before Alexia removed herself from you and grabbed your hand, dragging you with her to the bathroom. It wasn’t the best place to have a conversation but it was still cold outside and she didn’t want you to freeze and she also wasn’t sure if you’d be willing to come with her to give her another try at talking it out with you - you had made it pretty clear that it was over. But Alexia couldn’t go on without you, she didn’t want to without you. There was no way she was just going to sit by and let you move onto someone else. The thought alone that somebody else’s hands could be all over you, could touch you where only she was allowed to was enough to make her blood boil. 
She had entered the bathroom with good intentions, just wanting a place that was a bit more quiet and shielded from the music so she could talk with you. But once she had you inside, locking the door to the stall and taking a proper look at you, she noticed what dress you were wearing, that it was the one she had taken you apart in over and over one night. The low cleavage made the necklace you were wearing even more obvious, something you had hidden for the past few days behind higher cut shirts. 
The sight of both things combined gave her enough confidence that you were apparently indeed missing her as much as she was missing you and she had a small smirk on her face as she gently pushed you back against the door. 
Her hand reached out, tracing along your neck before she grabbed the necklace you had on. She smiled in satisfaction when she saw the small A engraved on it, the simple letter still claiming you as hers. She made a mental note to get you a bigger one, or maybe one with her whole name and a heart to make it clearer that you were taken since people were apparently still flirting with you.
“Seems like you do still know who you belong to.” One of her legs kicked yours apart a bit, her thigh slotting between your legs as soon as you made room for her, the pressure she applied making you gasp quietly as you had trouble to register her next words. 
“You better start acting like it then. You know I hate it when somebody else has their hands on you.” 
You couldn’t deny the wave of heat her words sent through you, her possessive words doing a lot more to you than you’d like to admit. The way your eyes fluttered close for a moment as you tried to resist rocking against her thigh between your legs didn’t go unnoticed by her and it gave her the push to be a bit more handsy with you. You felt one of her hands tilting your head up and in the next moment her lips were on yours. 
You had missed her terribly, noticing once again just how much when you felt the familiar tingling at the kiss, quickly deepening it as you got desperate to get closer to her, grabbing at her arms as you tugged her more towards you. Alexia wasn’t shy about it either, her large hands easily wrapping around your waist as she used it to pull you flush against her. Since one of her legs was still in between your thighs it increased the pressure, another gasp escaping you that was dangerously close to a moan. The smug expression on Alexia’s face almost breaking the kiss as she gave it a few more seconds and then pulled away just a few centimetres, making sure to whisper the words into your ear. 
“Don’t forget that I know your body perfectly. I know exactly what you enjoy, you know why?” 
You shook your head, not trusting any words to come out of your mouth with the intense gaze of Alexia who pulled back a bit more so her eyes were fixated directly on yours. 
“Because you’re mine. You always will be.” 
She pressed her leg further up against you as she continued, satisfaction flooding her as you hastily nodded, trying your best to grind against it and increase the friction. Alexia let you for a second before she decided that she was not going to leave you here in the club anyway, especially after someone had just tried to hit on you, so she might as well use her chance now. 
“I can drop you off at home or I can take you with me and we continue. You’re not staying here though. You decide.” 
You didn’t even need a second to think, desperate for more and also completely unwilling to separate again from the nice warmth of Alexia’s arms around you, wanting more after almost a week of not having seen or touched her at all. 
“Take me with you.” 
Alexia didn’t waste any more time at your words, pulling way and grabbing your hand again as she unlocked the stall, tugging you after her as she made a beeline for the exit. You had half a mind to text your friends that you had gone home, omitting that it wasn’t really your home since you knew they wouldn’t be too happy with you for running back to your ex that you had cried over so many times already. The memories of how lonely you had been just seemed like a distant thought now, Alexia’s hand on your thigh as she drove you both home, grounding you as you leaned against her outstretched arm. You couldn’t see the smile on her face at the action, strengthening her decision to not let you go ever again - even though you technically weren’t officially hers again. Yet. 
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kaciebello · 1 month
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 Bring a scythe to a sword fight
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Luke Castellan x Hades! reader (implied, fem)
Percy Jackson x Hades! reader (platonic)
Summary: The reader is gradually suspicious, not believing Clarisse is the lightning thief 
Warning: Angst?, no use of y/n
authors note: Idk, I kinda blacked out writing this, sorry if it does not make sense. English is not my first language so I am sorry for any mistakes beforehand. Proofread by me and me only :(
Word count: 1.6k
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Ever since Poseidon claimed Percy and he was moved to cabin 3, the camp became lonely. He eats at his own table, gets to choose his camp activities, and calls ‘ lights out ‘ whenever he feels like it. The other campers think he's a monster magnet now. Most people avoid him, and even Clarisse stays clear of him. Only 4 people in this camp don't seem to be afraid of him. Grover, they often pick strawberries together. Annabeth, who took it upon herself to teach him ancient Greek. Luke, still gives him sword lessons, although they are now more of one-on-one sessions. And the girl Luke seems to have heart eyes for. She mostly hangs out around them when they are training. Such as now.
Luke, was not going easy on him, as always. But Percy was still on his feet, meaning he was improving. Or that is what he believed in before Luke managed to tap the back of his knee and make him fall. A frustrated groan leaves him when Luke's sword touches underneath his chin.
“Giving up?” Luke asks and moves the sword away, extending his hand to Percy. He takes it and gets up. Percy can't help but curse a little.
“Don't worry bubble boy, Castellan is just a show-off, you're doing great.” Says the girl, who was sitting on a rock this whole time, nose in some sort of book he did not recognize. Scoff leaves Luke as he puffs out his chest. Percy picks up his sword and turns his whole body to the girl.
“I'm not really sure of that.” He says, hesitant.
“Trust me, once you take one of the other campers you'll be alright, Lukes is just hardcore when it comes to it.” She says, putting her book down and getting up, stretching her body.
“ How about we give Percy a break. Why don't you fight me? a little spar?” Luke says and walks to the girl, offering a sword to her. Her face twists in disgust and pushes it away. Laugh just leaves his friend before he turns to Percy in the fastest way possible.
“ She claims I'm hardcore, but the truth is, I've never seen her with a sword in her hand,” Luke says, smirking when he hears the girl scoff. Percy's eyes widen.
“You don't fight?” He peeps out, higher than he wanted to. She just shook her head.
“I'm a healer, I don't fight. And I certainly don't play with swords” She says and flicks her hand. Luke rolls his eyes when she sticks her tongue at him.
“How do you survive capture the flag?” Percy asks, he's still not sure he understands the game. He also notices his friend now sitting down and decides to sit down on the floor as well. She, again, shakes her head.
“ I don't play, I stay in the med tent.” She says sitting down next to Luke. Although to Percy it looked like Luke dragged her to him more. He wondered if he could also do that. Just not play. Although Luke probably wouldn't let him. Percy spaces out, not noticing the older campers sitting now a little bit close to anyone's liking, giggling. He also does not notice Annabeth heading their way. But in his defense, she could have been wearing her Yankee cap, he would not know. Her voice snaps him out.
Turns out she was not there to laugh at Percy's poor fighting skills, nor was she there to spy on his progress. Luke was needed, ‘counselor duties’ she said. Completely ignored the fact the other two campers there were technically counselors of their cabins too. Luke told them both he would see them at the bonfire and followed Annabeth back to the camp. Leaving the two forbidden kids alone.
“Ya know,” she says. “I could beat him.”
“What?” Percy turns to her.
“I could beat him up in a sword fight, I just chose not to.” She says getting up, and picking up her book. Percy just gives her a confused look and she sighs.
“ You could too, with time I mean.” She extends her hand to him and helps him up. “We are children of the big three, Percy. There is a reason why they promised to stop having us. You and I, by default, can be the strongest people here. Even someone like me can beat the best swordsman in the last 300 years in his own game. You just need time.” 
Till now Percy thought he was the only one. I did not accrue to him that she may understand. Now that he thinks about it, Percy can count on one hand that he has seen her interact with other campers, not counting Luke of course.  Percy now realized he wasn't alone in this lonely life of Poseidon's son. She is, kinda, his family now too.
“ We know who’s the lighting thief.” Says Percy on the other side of the Iris message. She and Luke were just in Chiron's office discussing what to the with the other campers, as they started to take sides.
“How do you know?” “Who?” They say simutainlusly. She looks at him weirdly for a second, thinking that that's not an appropriate question. Percy and Annabeth ramble about meeting Ares, he says something about Ares knowing who the lighting thief is and protecting him.
“ His favorite daughter. Clarisse is the lighting thief.” Luke finishes Percy's thought.
“Nonsense, Clarisse would not do that.” The girl defends her. She may not like the girl very much, but her being the lightning thief is ridiculous. Luke just gives her a pointed look and promises to tell Chiron. Percy turns to say more, but the iris message ends. Luke looks at her softer than he expected.
“ I don't think we should tell Chiron anything.” He says and takes her into a hug. She wrapped her arms around him and they swayed from side to side. Nodding in agreement.
“ If we go by their deductions, it could be anyone. I mean think about it. You would not be in the clear either. Who else than Hermes's son, the god of thieves, to steal the lighting bold.” She was just saying her thoughts out loud. However, Luke's hug tightens. He narrows his eyes and she can see the anger that shows up whenever someone mentions his father. 
“ I did not mean it li th-”
 “ Or you, who better than a daughter of Hades, someone who hates both Poseidon and Zeus.” Luke cuts her off. His eyebrow rose, wanting to see her reaction. She sighs and wraps her hands around his neck. Her comment was not meant to hurt him, but she knows she went overboard and decided to stay silent. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging a bit. His eyes close for a minute. She went to play with the camp necklace hanging on his neck. When he opened his eyes again, the hatred was gone.
“Come on, I'm sure someone needs medical assistance.” He says and makes his way out of the office.
“The Apollo kids can do that.” She says but follows him nonetheless. A laugh escapes him. They stop at the outside porch. He turns to her with soft eyes, some would say lovesick one.
“Ya know, there is one thing I did steal,” he says. She just gives him a confused look. “ Your heart.” 
A smile spreads on his his as she groans. He turns around and walks down the little porch. She stops him when he gets to the bottom.
“Luke.” He turns to her with a hum.
“Whose side are you on?” She asks him, looking down at him from the top of the stairs. He was hesitant to answer, so she continued.
“ Percy or Zeus?” He just smiles, takes her hand, and helps her down.
“ I don't side with gods.” He says.
Before Luke could strike Percy something blocked his sword. When he looks up he sees her. Before he can react, however, a dagger is thrown his way and he dodges it. Looking that way he sees Annabeth take off her cap. This is not how it was supposed to go. 
“Annabeth…” He breathes out. They were not supposed to be here. He was supposed to recruit Percy. He was gonna recruit them later.
The girl helped Percy up but kept him behind her scythe. Standing in the way of any danger that could come his way. When Luke turns to her, she points her scythe at him.
“Come on, sweetheart…” he tries, but by the look on her face, he can tell it is not gonna do anything.
“ You need to leave,” She says, her face hard as stone. Luke could not read a single emotion from her.  He tries to take a step to her but she swings her scythe at him. He blocks it with ease. He knows she does not want to fight. He knows that the swing was a warning, to keep him away. He knew she would never fight him.
So when he swings it does not come to his surprise she only defends herself. Never playing offense. To others, it may look like they were just dancing, old partners getting together for a spar. It was when Luke felt the wind from the portal he realized she moved him away from his original position. He knew that Annabeth and Percy would tell Chiron right away. She was allowing him to escape.
She stood in front of him. Scythe in a thigh grip. Her eyes reminded him of a momma bear defending her cubs. With tears in his eyes, he turns around and leaps into the portal. In his mind, he promises to go back for all of them.
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scarafvcker · 9 months
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synopsis: scaramouche finds himself in his office, too distracted to do his duties ((i.e. man’s horny as hell and it’s your fault) based off of this drabble))
cws: masturbation, exhibitionism, spanking (only like three times), virginity loss (scara + reader), cunnilingus, fingering, praise, degradation, edging, overstimulation, creampie, chubby!afab!kitsune!reader
word count: 6800+ (it was an accident LMAO)
a/n: thanks for 100 followers guys <3
scaramouche was beyond frustrated, utterly exasperated—exasperated at his exasperation as he glared at the pile of papers laying on his desk. he brought a hand up, running it through his silky indigo locks. he’s mentally chastising himself for getting so caught up in his emotions, even going as far as to let his paperwork pile up on his desk for two weeks straight. the sight of the tall stack of paper makes him curse everything ever, mainly dottore, his segments, and you. he keeps finding his mind consumed with thoughts of you, distracting him from getting work done.
he couldn’t go out and risk bumping into you, opting to stay cooped up in his office under the premise that he’s doing paperwork but nobody knows what he’s doing under the desk. if anyone were to walk in, they’d find him with a light sheen of sweat coating his forehead and the tips of his ears burning a bright red and most would think he’s just fallen ill from the stress of that mountain of papers.
but you’re standing there in the doorway, arms crossed and leaning against the wooden frame with that concerned look on your face that causes his cold, nonexistent heart to melt. and he almost feels bad about how he’s spent everyday thinking about you until his balls are dry, almost feels bad about the way his hand picks up the pace with each word you say, almost feels bad about the way he’s shamelessly pumping his cock while you’re standing there so worried. that caring lilt in your voice nearly draws a deep groan from his throat when you say, “scara, are you alright? you should take a break—let me do some paperwork for you.”
he knows he should send you off, he knows his self-restraint is practically null around you nowadays, he knows that if he were to spend more than three minutes in the same room with you, he’d probably end up begging you to let him fuck you. but he also knows how stubborn you are and before he could even get another word out, you’re shutting the door behind yourself and taking a seat on the opposite side of his desk. god, he’s fucked.
he’s grumbling under his breath and pulling his hand off his dick so he could grab a pen and at least pretend he’s doing work. the room is consumed in a comfortable silence as the two of you start tackling that pile of papers but he still can’t focus. his eyes keep drifting off the paper and up onto you and the way your ear twitches in confusion as you read over the page in front of you. it’s only now that he realizes how soft he is for you. despite being rock hard under the table.
his other hand slides down to stroke himself once again while his eyes are trained onto your face and he has to pry his gaze away from you before you notice it. he watches you in his peripherals, his thumb slowly rubbing at his sensitive tip as he takes in all of your mannerisms from the way your ears twitch when he hisses at how painfully erect he is to the way you bite your lip in concentration. god, your lips. your lips are already making his self-restraint start to slip and it hasn’t even been a minute. you prop your head up onto your fist, pressing your knuckles into your chubby cheek while you purse your lips and start writing.
he flips his paper a few times, pretending to read over it even though his gaze isn’t even on the paper and instead it’s locked onto you while he eye-fucks you. due to the snezhnayan cold, you’re all bundled up but that doesn’t stop the desk from showing off the shape of your boobs when you lean over to look closely at the fine print on the paper. the sight alone is nearly enough to make him cum, having to pull his hand away again to not stain the underside of the table.
“scara?” your voice draws his attention and he shifts his gaze back to your face, “scara, are you sure you’re alright? you’re getting redder by the minute.” you’re wearing that cute little pout that makes him even redder. all of a sudden you stand up and he’s rushing to put his cock back into his shorts while you walk around the table to press the back of your hand against his forehead, “wow, you’re burning up.. i didn’t think puppets could get sick..”
he’s quick to swat your hand away, swirling his chair around to face you properly with a scowl, “i’m fine! can you just go back to working?”
his self-restraint was barely hanging on when you clicked your tongue and grabbed his wrist in an attempt to pull him up but the second your hand wrapped around his wrist, he manages to flip the roles. he snatched his wrist out of your grasp and quickly took hold of you instead, one hand wrapped around your own wrist while his other hand gripped onto your waist. he swears he could hear his self-restraint snap, the sound resonating in his mechanical ears. before either of you could process what’s going on, he’s pulling you into him.
“wh- huh? scara?!” he thought you looked so pretty like this, flustered while you stop yourself from falling onto his lap by resting one knee beside his thighs. he has you towering over him now and he can feel the shallow breathes you take cascading over his face.
he lets out a deep chuckle, his indigo eyes staring up into your own, “it’s all your fault, you know that? you’re the reason i can’t focus.” he guides your hand to rest on his shoulder so he can tightly grip your soft waist with both hands, “if you don’t walk out of my office right now, i’m not sure what’s gonna happen.”
he can practically hear the gears turning in your head through the thick silence before your shocked expression turns into an amused smirk, “my fault? i personally believe it’s dottore’s fault.”
your words cause him to chuckle once more, “of course you knew. what a sly fox you are—pretending you knew nothing while sitting here just to rile me up.” he can see the way your smirk falters for a split second when he manages to push you onto his desk in one swift move, knocking over the stack of papers in the process. you look at the papers as they flutter to the ground and he uses that opportunity to situate himself between your legs, bringing his head down to kiss the soft skin of your neck. he’s keeping his ears open for each and every sound you make to gauge your reaction to his advances, shutting his eyes while he peppers kisses all over the side of your neck.
he’s pressing his throbbing cock against you while his hands slide up and down your body, squishing and grabbing at every piece of fat he can. one hand is grabbing at the fat on the side of your belly while his other hand runs down to massage the outside of your thick thigh. his movements are spurred on by the breathy sounds that you try to hold back and he leaves a little experimental bite on your neck, reveling in the way you let out a shaky gasp and fling your hand up to slide into his hair. he goes back to pressing kisses onto your neck, leaving you wanting more as you buck your hips up to grind against him. he groans against your neck, his words sending vibrations through your body, “fuck, don’t do that.” but you do it again and again until he’s a gasping mess, nearly cumming in his shorts.
“shit, shit-” he hisses, his hands quickly pinning your hips down onto the table as he pulls away from your neck to press his lips onto yours. he takes your lips into a greedy kiss, letting his lips move against yours so perfectly like he was made for you. your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him down to press him into yourself and he can feel your soft body against his chest. his hands start to roam again, sliding up the hem of your shirt to feel the warmth of your body and he can feel you shiver at how cold his hands are. he freely grabs at your fat once again, using your body heat to warm up his hands. you’re so soft and warm and it’s making him wonder about how you feel inside.
you pull away from the kiss and he remembers that non-puppet beings have to breathe, a smirk forming on his face when he sees how swollen your lips are. he lets you catch your breath as he attaches himself to your neck again, suctioning his lips onto your skin and leaving tiny red marks onto your neck. you’re grinding your hips against him again and his hands are slowly moving upward, hovering over your ribcage and just under your boobs. he pulls away from your neck again, leaving a few kisses on top of the marks he just left on you.
“you look beautiful like this,” he mumbles before taking a hand out from under your shirt and firmly grabbing your face, his middle finger and thumb pressing into your chubby cheeks. he gently guides your face to the other direction, giving himself access to the unmarked side of your neck before he’s marking that side too. he’s slowly sliding his other hand upward, gliding against the center of your ribcage so sensually and grazing over the middle of your bra just between your boobs. his hand keeps going up and up before stopping at your collarbone and changing direction. his nails are short and smooth over your skin, scratching you ever so lightly as his hand ventures back down your torso.
he knows how his touches cause your body to burn, having spent two weeks fantasizing about you to plan out all the ways he would get you needy for him the way he’s needy for you. it’s working and he can tell by the way your breath hitches, by the way you squirm under him, by the way your hands begin to paw at him, by the way your tail flicks against his leg, by the way you whimper his name.
it’s painful how slow he’s going, painful how much he’s teasing you—for you and him both. but when his hand finally slips under your bra and cups a handful of your soft tits, it’s all worth it. he pulls himself off of your neck with an audible ‘pop!’ before letting go of your jaw and lifting up your shirt. his gaze stays on you as he slowly pushes up the fabric over your chest, eyes darting between the sight of your body and your face. his hands snake around your back and fiddle with your bra, struggling to unhook it before he decided to just pull your bra up too, rolling his eyes when you snicker at his actions.
he immediately attaches himself to your tits, one hand squishing and squeezing at your chest while his lips are wrapped around the other boob and his tongue swirls around your nipple. it’s like he’s lost in the moment, as if nothing else matters when he’s making out with your tit. he can’t help himself—your soft body is just so fun to play with.
your hands are running up and down his shoulders, slipping into his hair again and pulling him even closer to you. he swears he can just cum right then and there—completely untouched, save for your hands in his hair. he has to pull himself away from you again, peppering light kisses in between sucks down the center of your torso and leaving even more marks on your skin. his fingers graze over the fresh hickeys as he slowly lowers himself to his knees in front of you, his lips ticking your skin as he kisses down your belly. he smirks at the shaky little gasp you let out when he nibbles onto your lower belly. he can’t help but admire every single inch of your chubby body, wanting to kiss and bite every single piece of fat he can.
you let out another gasp when his hands roughly part your legs, your half-lidded eyes widening as he looks up at you from between your thighs. you’re so flustered by the way he’s looking at you, eyes darting around the room. he presses a kiss onto your clothed leg, his fingers still snaking over your belly before hooking under the waistband of your pants, “eyes on me, darling.”
such an obedient little thing, you are—looking back at him the second his words left his mouth. his smirk widens and he slowly unzips your pants before pulling them down at an even slower pace. his knuckles graze over your hips, over your thighs, over your knees, over your calves, over your ankles until finally, your pants are completely off and you’re left sitting on his desk with your shirt and bra pushed over your tits and your panties on full display for him. he’s parting your legs again, gently this time while he’s peppering tiny, red hickeys from your knee to your inner thigh. he moves to your clothed heat, his face hovering over it for a second before he’s switching his attention to your other thigh.
“you’re so annoying,” you mumble and watch intently as he sucks and gropes your inner thighs, eyes widening again when he starts licking and biting at the pudgy fat there. you subconsciously flick your tail against his face, suddenly self-conscious but he’s quick to non-verbally reassure you. he gently pushes your tail away and kisses your fat thighs again, putting every ounce of love he has into each kiss until you finally melt and let him suck and nibble your squishy thighs again.
his hands keep massaging your pudgy inner thighs while he kisses up to your knee, leaving hickeys to mirror the ones he left on your other thigh. he’s rushing the last few hickeys, a bit too eager to finally taste you cause he’s suctioning himself onto your clothed cunt. the sight of it alone is embarrassing for both of you but neither of you stop it, letting him tongue at your puffy folds to his nonexistent heart’s content. he’s licking at your clothed pussy, tongue pressing into your hole and flicking it around a few times, dragging it up and down your panties and trying to find that little bundle of nerves he spent days researching about. his fingers are pushing around your puffy folds while his tongue flicks over every spot he could find before he finally finds your clit and you jolt at the touch. your reaction spurs him to do it again and again, focusing all his attention onto that spot until you’re a whining mess.
you’re all breathy and whiny for him with a mantra of his name leaving your lips while his tongue keeps flicking over your clothed clit. god, you taste delicious and he can’t help but imagine how you taste without the barrier of your panties holding him back. he quickly pulls himself away right before you cum, tugging the seat of your panties to the side and blowing some air onto your newly exposed cunt, chuckling at the way you beg for him to lick you again.
he can’t peel his eyes off of your glistening cunt, his thumbs reaching to spread apart your fat pussy lips as he gets distracted by the way your juices shine in the light. he leans in and drags the tip of his tongue from your hole all the way up to your clit, gathering a mouthful of your slick before swallowing it all. god, you taste divine and he can’t help but flick his tongue inside of your hole a few times to taste as much of you as he can.
he slips his tongue as deep as it can go, his thumb reaching up to slowly and gently rub circles onto your clit while his tongue thrashes around inside of you. he’s greedily drinking up all of your slick, his tongue plunging in and out, up and down, left and right. the difference between his tongue and his thumb is mind numbing and he revels in the way you can do nothing but sit there with your hands in his hair, pulling him deeper into you while you grind your hips upward to meet his tongue.
the sound of his tongue dipping in and out of your cunt fills his office, harmonizing with your broken whines and whimpers to coat the room in a sultry atmosphere. neither of you know how thin the walls are but neither of you care either—not when he’s greedily fucking his tongue into your sloppy hole like theres no tomorrow, not when his hands are kneading at your pudgy thighs as they clamp down onto the sides of his head, not when he keeps lapping up all of your juices and thumbing at your overly sensitive clit, not when the pleasure is too much and you’re pushing his head away from your twitching pussy.
he pulls his face away from your cunt but a smirk is plastered onto his lips and you’re not sure why until the tip of his middle finger is sliding up and down your slit, gathering your slick before pressing into your hole a tiny bit and pulling right back out. his finger pressed only a couple centimeters in but he already has your hole twitching around nothing, silently begging to be filled. his smirk grows even wider when he hears your quiet voice say, “scara.. put your finger inside, please..”
“well, when you’re begging like that..” he chuckles and hovers his middle finger just outside your entrance, “..i have to listen to you.” he slowly slides his finger inside, pushing in inch by inch and letting your walls get accustomed to the intrusion. his eyes widen slightly, a bit surprised at how you feel—so warm and wet, so soft and tight, “darling, you’re squeezing my finger so tightly. have you never been stretched out before?”
you shake your head, letting your walls tense up one last time before relaxing completely, “no, it’s easier for me to just.. rub, y’know?” his eyebrows fly upward at the realization of your virginity before he gives you a soft nod, a mutual understanding that the two of you are willing to give each other your first times. he hums before turning his hand to face his palm toward the ceiling, running the tip of his finger against your walls and getting a good feel of your insides.
you keep a smile on your face as he uses his finger to rub at your ridged walls, your expression remains unchanging as his finger surges deeper and deeper up until he grazes against that squishy spot deep inside you. you let out a deep gasp, the smile you wore contorting into a silent moan as pleasure surges through you. he keeps prodding at that spot, sending heat to cascade over your body. he leans forward again, kissing your clit as he mumbles, “you like that, darling? feels like you do.”
the only sounds you could let out where whimpers and pleas of “there! right there! please!” it was music to his ears and he needed to hear more. his finger kept hitting that spot over and over again causing you to get even wetter, using your juices to lube up his ring finger before he slides it in too. you’re a moaning mess, plopping your back onto his desk while your pussy creams and twitches around his fingers. the sounds of his fingers prodding at that spot nonstop is absolutely obscene, causing a hot sensation of embarrassment to cascade over your already hot body. he presses another kiss to your clit that has your back arching off of his desk, urging him to flick his tongue over it a few times.
back arched, legs shaking, tail and ears twitching, hips rocking, toes curling. your hands are pawing at every surface you could reach—gripping the edge of the desk, pulling at his hair, slapping over your mouth.
he’s greedily eating up all of your sounds and movements, relishing in every ounce of pleasure he’s able to pull from you with just his fingers and his tongue. making out with your clit, his lips and tongue are all over that sensitive nub while his index finger is rubbing itself all over your wet skin. now he’s got three fingers curling in you, his hand moving back and forth all while the tips of his fingers keep hitting that squishy part deep inside of you. you’re drowning his fingers in your juices at this point and he’s too busy making out with your clit to lick it all off his fingers. much to his disappointment.
his office is full of the sound of your whining and panting, aided by the lewd squelching of your cunt being stretched out by his fingers. you’re body is covered in sweat, the cold air of snezhnaya forgotten and overwhelmed by the mass amount of heat the pleasure was giving you. a mantra of his name leave your mouth while your hole twitches around his fingers, the heat in your body increasing with each time he presses into that spot until the knot in your stomach finally snaps and you’re falling apart on his desk, succumbing to your own orgasm as your whole body shakes.
he doesn’t stop his movements for a while, too drunk on your pleasure to pull away. it’s not until you’re weakly pushing his head away from your cunt that he pulls his fingers out of your twitching hole, immediately popping them into his mouth and licking up all of your juices. the way he doesn’t look away from you while he darts his tongue up and down every stream as it falls down his hand, drinking every single drop, causes embarrassment to fill you again.
you’re about to protest his actions, your mouth opening only for your words to be cut off by a broken gasp when his head dives back in between your thighs. he’s sliding his tongue over every piece of wet skin he could find, his hands kneading at your pudgy thighs and pushing them apart so he could greedily feast on your cunt once more like a man starved. his tongue is sliding all over your wetness, running over before pushing into your puffy folds all while he’s letting out his own groans of satisfaction.
it’s like he’s getting off on just eating you out, like feasting on your cunt is the only thing he wants to do for the rest of his immortal life. you’re still pushing his head away, mewling, “nooo.. ‘s too much, scara!”
he only responds with a gruff hum, his tongue still plunging into your hole. his eyes are staring into yours, watching as your pretty little pained expression morphs into one of pleasure again before he’s pushing your thighs even further. he manhandles you further up the desk, giving himself room to sit back into his chair while he keeps drinking your juices.
it’s like he’s got a whole meal on his desk, one that he has no intention of wasting—making sure to devour every last drop. your hands are gripping on the edge of the desk, hanging on while your head dangles off the other side. your tail is rapidly wagging now, a telltale sign of how overwhelmed you are yet despite your overstimulation, you’re making no longer trying to push him away. your body’s still sensitive from your previous two orgasms and it’s not long until you’re cumming again, whole body shaking while you push his head away once again.
he reluctantly pulls away, his eyes glued onto the sight of your glistening cunt that seems to be calling him. he has to restrain himself, prying his eyes off of your body and guiding them to your face. “so pretty,” he mutters, standing up and pushing his chair away. he’s standing between your legs again, his hands gently caressing your shaking thighs. he watches as you slowly sit up on his desk, ears and tail still twitching ever so slightly as the rest of your body calms down. “you’re beyond pretty,” he spoke in a gruff voice while his hands move to gently cup your face, resting his forehead against yours. you swore you could see the faintest smile twitching onto his lips for a second before he pressed his lips to yours.
the kiss was soft and sweet and you weren’t sure if it was just because of the taste of your juice’s lingering on his lips. one hand snakes into your hair while the other stayed on your face, thumb caressing your soft cheek while his lips dance with yours. without his mind being clouded by the taste of your cunt, he could feel how painfully hard he was. he pressed his aching cock against you, only separated by his shorts and underwear. he broke the kiss, hissing as his cock throbbed under his clothes, “darling, please.. can i fuck you? please let me fuck you.”
even through his clothes, he could feel the way your hole twitches around nothing at his words. a smirk etches itself onto his lips again as he grinds his clothed cock against you, letting your juices soak into the fabric of his shorts. he cooed, “you’ll let me fuck you, right? gonna let me fuck you nice and good, darling?” he smirks even more when your snaking your arms around his neck, pulling him tightly to your chest. he could feel your soft body through his clothes, his hands sliding down your body to grab at your chubby waist.
he used the grip he had on your waist to guide you to the other side of the desk. you were sitting with the length of the desk behind you, forehead pressed to his while his hands snaked up your waist and to your shirt that was still bunched up over your chest. he slips your shirt off, leaving you completely bare for his greedy eyes to gaze at.
“you won’t be able to fuck me with all your clothes on, y’know,” you teased, your hands sliding down to tug at the hem of his shirt. he nodded and eagerly shed his clothing, his excitement showing in the way he hastily tossed his clothes to the floor. he stood in front of you, his body on display for you and your eyes only while the tips of his ears burned a bright red which he ignored. your eyes scanned over his skinny body, widening when you saw his throbbing cock.
he smirked at your shocked expression, taking a step closer to you and pressing his cock against you. his hands trailed up your arms before cupping your face again, making you look him in the eyes as he teased you, “you’re still gonna let me fuck you, right? gonna let me split you open?” he smirked wider when you swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded. he pressed a soft kiss to your lips before his hands flew down to your thighs, grabbing them and pulling you forward until you sat at the very edge of his desk. your hands were gripping at his shoulders while the two of you watched how he grabbed his cock and guided the pretty, pink tip all over your puffy folds.
taking his time to gather your slick with his dick, he grazed his tip up and down your messy folds. he could feel the way your hole twitched when he pressed into ever so slightly before continuing to slide up and rub on your clit a few times. he was eager to slip it in but he wanted to make sure you’d feel just as good so he took his time rubbing your slick all over his cock before finally lining himself up and giving you one last look.
at your nod of approval, he slowly pushed himself in. you both watched as his cock disappeared into you, letting out your own sounds of desire when he stretched you out. he was only halfway in when you whimpered, stuffing your face into the crook of his neck while your fluffy ears tickled his artificial skin. you made no effort to stop him so he kept pushing in until he finally buried himself balls deep inside of you. both of you could feel the other throb and he groaned deeply at the feeling of your walls squeezing him, “relax, darling. you’re tight enough as it is.”
you chuckled at his words and did your best to relax and let your hole take its time getting accustomed to his girth. he was right—he was splitting you open and the combination of your virgin hole and his thick dick made the stretch even more painful. your hands slid across his back while you pull him into a hug, pressing your bodies even closer together. you’re like a pillow to him, your chubby belly and soft tits press against his own torso in a way so perfect that he’s shifting his weight and making you lay down onto the desk.
the cold surface touches your back, making you shiver underneath him while he leans over you. his hips are sitting flush against yours, remaining unmoving until your fully accustomed to his girth. his head moves into your neck again, lips fluttering all over your skin. it felt like hours for him, having to resist the urge to start slamming himself into you while your walls throbbed and twitched around his aching cock. he wanted you to feel good as well but resisting the urge was getting increasingly difficult with every passing second of your hole sucking him in, all while he’s praying to whatever god would be listening to his fucked up little head that your hole will hurry up and relax so he can finally mold your cunt into the shape of his cock.
after what seemed like centuries, you gave your hips a little roll, the action drawing a matching pair of moans from both of you. he peels his lips off of your neck as he starts slowly moving his hips, light and shallow thrusts as if he’s testing the waters. each time he pulls out, he can feel your hole sucking him right back in and he swears he’s addicted. every pull, every push, every ridge of your walls. every moan, every groan, every squelch of your hole. he’s addicted to it all.
slowly, he starts pulling his cock out more and more, increasing the amount of his girth that he pushes back into you with each thrust. first, it’s one inch, then it’s two, then three, four, five.. all until he pulls out to the very tip just before thrusting all six inches of his fat cock back into your puffy pussy. his hands that were once gripping at your chubby waist so gently begin to tighten and he’s suddenly pulling you to meet his hips with each thrust, using you as a toy for his own pleasure. his breath is ragged and sharp and the feel of your warm walls is making him lose his mind. he’s so lost in it, mind clouded and voice gruff as he groans, “fuck, darling. your pussy is taking me so good. you’re taking me so good.”
you mewl in embarrassment at his words, your walls clenching him and sucking him in deeper. he can only chuckle in response, his laughter getting interrupted by a groan at how a simple clench is enough to bring him closer to his orgasm. he would’ve been fine, would’ve been able to hold back if it weren’t for you and the way you whimpered his name. now, it’s his turn to burn from embarrassment as he prematurely spills his seed into you. you gasp at the warmth before chucking, “aw, scara~ i didn’t know a simple moan of your name could get you to-!”
your teasing words are cut off by your own moans when he stands up straight and pins your thighs to your chest. he glared down at you, face red in embarrassment and anger as he starts to quicken his pace. you’re just as infuriating as the day he met you and he’s putting every ounce of frustration, anger, and love he has for you into every thrust. he’s slamming his hips against yours roughly, the sound of his balls slapping against the curve of your ass harmonizing with the pathetic whines you let out.
he’s got you pinned to his desk, pussy creaming and throbbing with each harsh thrust. a condescending smirk plasters itself onto his lips as he watches you fall apart, angling his hips repeatedly until he’s hitting that squishy spot once again. you let out a mantra of his name once more but this time, all it does it fuel him to slam into you even harder. the tip of his thick cock is abusing that spot deep inside you, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head while your whole body is coated with a familiar heat. he growls out your name a few times, smirk growing when he feels your pussy clamping him each each syllable, “aw, darling~ i didn’t know a simple moan of your name could get you to be a mewling mess.”
his eyes flick downward, greedily watching the way his cock sheathes into your puffy cunt over and over again. each thrust has a squelch that fills the room and each squelch has your juices rolling down your ass and onto his desk. he clicks his tongue, looking back up to your pretty fucked out face to watch your eyes flutter shut as you drool all over yourself while he pushes your plush thighs up even higher, “such a messy pussy you have, darling. you and your cunt are one in the same—both drooling for me like a slut.”
your mind is simultaneously racing and completely blank, every ounce of your being overwhelmed. he keeps plunging himself into you at a rapid pace that has your back arching off the desk and your legs shaking, ears and tail twitching wildly with each thrust of his cock into that squishy spot. your little fucked out voice rings in his ears, “scara! scara! scara, i’m cumming!”
“that’s it, darling. cum all over my cock like the slut you are. just like that,” he groans, pushing all his weight onto your thighs as he continuously fucks himself into your twitching cunt. there’s a thick coat of sweat over his artificial skin and his breath is ragged as he gives you one last thrust, his tip slamming right into your cervix as his cum bursts into your womb with a drawn out groan of your name. he pulls himself out of your hole, giving you only a second of peace before he’s using his grip on your thighs to flip you over.
the cold surface of his desk is pressing against your bare chest now, making your nipples stiffen even more. you could just barely register the new position before his tip is back to siding over your sensitive pussy. you look over your shoulder to watch him as he’s gripping his cock with one hand while the other runs up and down your back before pressing into your spine, pinning you to the desk. his cock is scooping up all the cum that spilled out of you and pushing it back into your messy pussy. you mewl as he sheaths himself into your sensitive hole once more, “scara, ‘s too much..”
“one last time,” his words carried a demanding tone that he often used with his fatui squad, a tone that made your hole flutter around him, a tone that made your complaint disappear from your brain. he pulled his hand off his cock, slapping it over the fat of your ass before wrapping it around the base of your twitching tail, “you’re gonna take my cum one last time.“
your sensitive tail thrashed wildly in his hold, pathetic whimpers leaving your lips as he started pounding you from behind. his balls slapped against your throbbing clit with each thrust and he reveled in the way your hands grabbed at the edge of the desk on either side of you in an attempt to stabilize yourself. he rubbed at the base of your tail a few times, the pace of his hand much slower than his hips in a way that was absolutely mind numbing. you rested your face against the cold table, eyes trained onto something on the other side of the room that you couldn’t see with the way your vision blurred at the pleasure.
he was fucking his dick against your cervix with ease in this new position, one hand on your back and the other holding your fluffy tail out of the way so he could watch his cock disappear with every harsh thrust of his hips against your ass. he was fucking obsessed. he needed to keep shoving his cock deeper and deeper into you, needed to fill you up with his cum one more time. he let out a deep breath before letting go of your tail and slapping your ass once more. his hands flew to your chubby waist as he leaned over you, pressing his chest on top of your back.
he kept abusing your cervix with his cock, relishing in the way you fully fell apart for him. he lowered his head to yours, smirking at the way you drooled with each thrust. you were starting to buck your hips back, slamming yourself against him for more. you were a moaning mess, eyes rolled back and nails digging into the underside of the desk.
the two of you panted with each other, moaning and groaning as your hips repeatedly met with a loud, wet slap. his hands slipped under your body, pawing at your belly and tits and enjoying how soft you are. his hands had a mind of their own—sliding all over your body while he fucked you from behind, from your neck to your tits to your belly to your thighs. he couldn’t get enough, he’d probably end up fucking you unconscious if he didn’t stop himself soon.
he kneaded your pudgy thighs again while peppering kisses all over the back of your neck and shoulders, the tip of his cock still slamming into your cervix. both of your minds were completely blank, bodies burning and panting heavily. your hole violently twitched around him, your body shaking once again and your tail flicking rapidly, tickling his stomach. he continued to fuck you through your fifth orgasm, not stopping his thrusts even as you whined, “scara! too much! too much!”
“almost done, darling. you want me to fill up this slutty cunt, don’t you?” the smirk on his face was evident in his voice, “so shut up and let me fuck you full of my cum one last time.” he stood up again, his hands pinning you to the desk by your waist as he kept fucking into your abused hole. you clawed at the desk, laying there and letting him fuck your overstimulated cunt some more. one last thrust and you mewled at the warmth that spilled into your womb again. his hips stilled against your ass for a while as he took a moment to catch his breath, his voice tired and gruff, “god.. you did so well, darling.”
he leaned over again, pressing a kiss onto your cheek before pulling himself out of you and plopping back into his chair. you stayed bent over his desk for a while, unable to move your tired body as he shamelessly stared at his seed spilling out of your aching hole. he resisted the urge to fuck his cum back into you, slapping your ass playfully, “c’mon, get up. i still have all that paperwork to do.”
you slowly pushed yourself off of the desk, legs shaking as you glared back at him. he got himself dressed before helping you out with your own clothes. your hands were on his shoulders, keeping yourself steady while he pulled your pants up your legs. he shook his head in faux disappointment, “so.. you were in on it the whole time?”
“of course not. it was all that segment’s idea—i didn’t know until today,” you said, putting your bra and shirt back on.
he blinked for a moment before smirking, “so the second you found out about it, you just had to come see me.”
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fan-goddess · 4 months
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aemond + sex pollen + getting caught + public sex 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨
aemond is betrothed to reader (who he only v recently met after she comes to KL), they had no intentions to bed each other before the wedding bc honor ofc it’s aemond lol but the pollen gets them and they dont even get to make it out of the gardens before they started getting freaky 😭
Authors Note: oooh great idea nonnie i like how you think! The setting is similar to the small garden with the gods wood tree, but it’s A LOT more secluded than that. Plus changed Aemonds morals a little but it’s still the same man we know and love ❤️
Warnings: P in v sex, public, getting caught, praise kink, breeding kink, praise, degrading, mentions of aegon being bad, alicent shows up surprise! (I know I’ve missed a lot let me know what though so I can add them!)
Taglist: @sofiyathecunt, @marvelgirl123, @sylasthegrim, @arcielee, @mochi-rose, @valeskafics, @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @blue-serendipity, @omgbrcat, @lovelykhaleesiii
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Ever since you were a young girl, your duty had all you’d ever been taught.
It was what your whole childhood had been preparing you for. Your septa’s had taught you what you must do to make t your husband happy and content with you, whilst your mother had insisted on taking on the role of teaching you the acts of the marital bed.
It was graphic, how she told you that you must simply lay there and allow the man to enter you, allowing him to do whatever it took to for him to impregnate you.
It was those teachings alone that haunted you for days when you were informed of your newest betrothal to the young Targaryen prince.
You had heard the gossip of the eldest prince Aegon. How maids that were assigned to his quarters left mere months later with not only a coin purse, but a swollen stomach hidden under their dress too.
It’s probably was why you found yourself as shocked as you were when you met the prince Aemond, and fell in love with him as deeply as you did.
When you kissed him one late night in the depths of the library, it felt like everything was right. Aemonds hands felt perfect as they held your waist and chin respectively as he could. Yet no matter how disrespectfully you wish for him to hold you, your duty once again held a tight grip on both of your senses.
You knew that the morning after your wedding night, the bed would be checked to see if you had bled. And if you haven’t, you would bring a great shame and dishonour on your house, no doubt passing onto your own family you and Aemond would create.
So no matter how deliciously sinful it is to feel Aemonds lips on yours, that addictive forbidden feeling of his hands beginning to roam your body in between the tall bookshelves flowing through your veins, you know your duty as of now holds you hostage.
“Aemond, we-we cannot do this here…” You murmur between kisses and heavy breaths, trying your best to keep your composure as you lean away, only for Aemond to immediately follow your head with his own eager lips.
“Please my love... just five more minutes alone with you... then I will be satisfied. I swear it!”
“You swore you’d be satisfied nearly an hour ago my dragon! You’re never satisfied whatever it is you do! Whether it is your books, your training, and now even me it seems!” You grin, biting your swollen bottom lip in a teasing motion that only makes out betrothed more undone as he groans slightly in frustration.
“I am a prince of the realm! I could easily demand there be no checking of your blood!” It is almost amusing how desperate Aemond looks in that moment. His eye blown wide as he looks at you. His lips nearly swollen like your own. Even his cheeks now a deep shade of red.
“Aemond my love, it is because you are a prince of the realm that they check my Maidenhead!” You laugh lightly, stepping away from Aemonds heaving form that leans on the space you stepped from.
“I-I’m sorry darling. The moment got away from me… I will see you in the morn. Do you wish to break fast together? I could tell the chefs to prepare your favourite?”
“Aemond my love, we have broken fast together for nearly two weeks now! You must spend more time with your family before your mother believes I’m taking you away from them!” You laugh, intending for a small joke, only Aemond looks serious as he responds.
“I don’t care. You’re my family too. Married yet or not.” It leaves a heavy blush on your cheeks as you move to kiss his scar with devotion.
It takes the two of you a while, but eventually you find your own ways back to your respective chambers, where the both of you much to your respective guards reliefs, stay till the next morning.
Aemond to his chagrin meets with his family, while you dine with your own.
Your mother can’t help herself but talk eagerly on the debates of your wedding. What colour gown you shall wear and what food will no doubt be at the feast. But instead all you can think of, is meeting your betrothed later that day in the gardens, just as he suggested before the two of you parted.
Eventually you escape your mothers questions, and when you make your way to the gardens, you can’t help but admire the bright flowers as you walked past.
You turn your head, and when you spot Aemond standing there smiling by the godswood tree as he watched you, you can’t help but smile seeing the small bouquet of flowers in his hands.
“Here you go my love. They’re flowers newly shipped from Lys, that have not even had the grace to sit in Westeros soil yet. I thought you deserved the first bouquet of them before anyone else…”
“Well thank you darling…” You smile, grinning slightly at Aemonds out of character bashfulness before leaning forward slightly and sniffing the bright flowers.
Only, you can’t help but gasp slightly when you’re suddenly hit with a strange smell. One akin to dark chocolate and a slight tinge of salt. It was odd, given what it was you were smelling, but what’s even stranger is that you find yourself already addicted to it within mere seconds. Already eager to bury your head into the arrangement and practically live there in order to smell that delightful thing as much as you could.
The only reason you find yourself not, is because Aemond quickly takes the bouquet out of your hands to sniff it himself.
Only when you see his eye widen and look at you, you can practically see it turn from a light lilac to a dark shade of purple, and you realise it’s not just you whose affected by the strange aroma.
“My love… I wish I could be sorry for what I am about to do, but I’m not.” Is all he says, before dropping the arrangement somewhere and shoving you against the tree, his lips eagerly connecting with yours in a passionate embrace.
Yet even with the vow of keeping your honour and your maidenhead screaming at you in your head, the feeling of Aemonds hands roaming your entire body is doing something to you that you cannot help but embrace wholeheartedly.
Your own hands eagerly take grasp of Aemonds hair and tugs, allowing a deep groan of his to practically resonate throughout your whole body.
“Aemond…” You murmur, “I want this. So much… but are you sure?”
He growls as he speaks, as if taken over by some other being, and you can’t deny how it makes your smallclothes feel strangely sticky and wet against your skin, and how much you like it.
“Of course I am ñuha jorrāelagon… but I must say that with what is coursing through my veins, I will not be gentle with you, like how I know you would enjoy. I will be rough, and animalistic. Do you think you can handle that?”
“Yes Aemond… I think I am able to handle all that… and more-“
You don’t even get to finish, as Aemond takes ahold of your face and kisses you harsher than he ever has done before. His teeth clash against yours, and you almost swear you can feel a tinge of blood on your tongue as he forces his and your own to move in some strange type of dance.
It’s so intense that feeling, that you don’t even realise entirely when Aemond rips the front of your dress open, allowing your front body to be revealed to him whilst you shiver slightly at the cold. Though you begin to quickly warm up when Aemond hot mouth leaves wet kisses all gone the length of your chest, trailing all the way to your breast that heave under the harshness of your sudden breaths.
“Good girl… what a good fucking girl I have for me to marry, and fuck my seed into…”
You whimper, and it all seems to turn into a sort of heavenly haze.
The taste of his lips on yours are like pure heaven, and his touch feels almost sinful as his fingers tweak and kneed at your breasts with hunger.
It’s only worse when he practically rips your soaked through smallclothes from your body, and stops a moment to smell them. The sight alone shocking you whilst you hang your mouth open in surprised arousal, a small breathless sound you don’t even realise you’re making being all you can say in that moment in response.
When he stuffs them in his pocket though and quickly undoes his leather trousers, allowing them to fall to the floor, the desperation in your entire body making you feel as if on fire when you catch sight of his cock, which smacks against his belly with a slight wet sound.
“Do you wish for it wife? Do you wish for me to fuck you senseless and fill you with my seed, until all you can feel is me? Until you’re stomach is swollen with our babe? Our heir?”
You’re breathless, but you don’t know what else to be. All you can focus on, is him, and nothing else.
When you nod your head enthusiastically though to his question, his brows furrow in some type of anger, and quick apologises and pleas spill from your mouth.
“I’m sorry husband, yes yes yes please fill me with your seed! I want all of kingslanding to know who is my lord husband, and who has claimed me as theirs! I want your cum dripping down my thighs and to remain inside of me until a child is born from us! Please husband allow me to carry your heir!”
Your pleas certainly seem to affective, as Aemond releases a roguish growl of approval and quickly moves to position his weeping almost pretty looking cock at your entrance, before looking at your face carefully whilst he inserts himself slowly.
You can feel your face scrunch in a painful way whilst you make a wounded sound, but Aemonds soothing touch and words make you preen so much you almost find yourself forgetting about it all.
“Doing so good for me ñuha ābrazȳrys… my sweet wife’s going to be dripping of me…”
You let out a broken moan, and yet in Aemonds eye it is too loud, as he swallows it with his own mouth. His tongue prying you lips open and practically dancing with yours.
He ruts into you like a madman, the thrusts having no true rhythm as he allows himself only to have his mind sink into the feeling of pleasure only you can give him. The feeling that consumes him better than anything in the world.
It’s deadly, and hot, and sinful, which is why it is such an addictive thing to be feeling at that moment as he groans into your mouth. The frantic rutting of his hips becoming somehow more manic as you feel his cock throb deep inside your heat.
However, such an addictive thing is dangerous, as when Aemonds grip on your upper thighs tighten to become near bruising whilst his cock spasms slightly as he groans in completion, your own face hidden in the sweaty curve of his neck as you feel your own walls tightening around him. However, the sudden realisation of a voice being heard, leaves your eyes suddenly widening in horror.
It’s a shrill feminine voice that speaks. “What in the seven is going on here!”
You can feel Aemonds spent still hot in your womb, aswell as your own juices dripping down your naked legs, which is why it is so horrifying to turn your head to see who the voice belongs to, and make eyes with the queen. Who stands before you and Aemond with a stern and scared face, her eyes seemingly unable to continue to stare at the scene before her as they look to the sky.
You and Aemond quickly move to correct yourselves, even though that feeling of desire in yours and his’ bodies almost seem to force you to want to continue. Though the shame quite forcibly overwhelms it.
It’s overwhelming in fact, when you attempt to make yourself modest and realise Aemonds eager attempts to caress you made it so the front of your dress is ruined. It’s even worse when you quickly realise you have no smallclothes to stop the trail of Aemonds spent flowing down your thighs.
An almost amused expression taking over him when he sees your dilemma, and an even stranger reaction seems to take over him when his mother turns her back for a second and he flashes you a glimpse of your smallclothes from his trousers pocket.
“I have excused Aegons debauchery for many years, and for it to go unpunished-“ The queen starts as she can now finally look at the two of you, her hands fiddling with themselves whilst she does so in what can be described as a nervous manner. “Which is why I cannot allow this sort of thing to go unpunished now with you Aemond. I would have never of suspected this of you my son, and this is the reason I feel so shameful of you. I expect this of Aegon, not you.”
You turn to your betrothed, and the man flashing you a view of your smallclothes with a smile on his face is gone. What instead stands beside you is a grim faced gentleman, who is an image of solemness and dishonour. It is obvious how much the queens words have affected him, no matter how much you know he’ll deny it later.
“I shall make it so that the two of yours betrothal to be hastened. As quick as moon tea is to be made and drunk, we cannot allow gossip to be weaves into our already, dare I even say it, hellish society. Is next month too quick? I only say as as much as the two of you would like to deny, it only takes one time to conceive a babe. That much your brother has proven to me…”
The queens words shake you, and yet when you meet Aemonds own anxious gaze, the two of you cannot help but nod heads in agreement.
“Splendid! I do believe this soured castle is in need of a happy day or two…” The queen smiles, almost looking lost in thought for a moment at the idea, before walking away without a glance behind her. Allowing the two of you to stand in the seriousness of the moment.
Aemond turns to you with sorrow, and you almost find yourself gasping in shock when he begins to get on his knees and grasps his hands on yours. “My love… I am so sorry! I have dishonoured you greatly with what was supposed to be a gift, which I why I completely understand if you wish to-“
“Aemond my dragon, you must not be sorry! We both had been struck with whatever was in those dreaded flowers! Yet it does not matter now! I love you, my dragon, and this will not change that…” You kneel with him in the dirt, and it’s like his whole personality changes, as he pulls you into a deep hug and buries his face in your neck.
Your hands move to cup his head where it lays, and you almost swear you can feel the fabric of your dress dampen with possible tears. But you say nothing to spare him the embarrassment. Instead, you allow him to stay there.
Your dragon, your Aemond, will always be safe in your arms.
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signedeclipse · 11 months
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r u taking requests 🥲? if u are can I ask for headcannons on muichiro, obanai, giyuu and shinobu x reader on what they would do if the reader is really tired and a huge sleepy head in general it would be so cute <333
Giyuu | Muichiro | Obanai | Shinobu [X Reader]
In which their s/o is always exhausted and has a hard time staying awake.
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Giyuu
He himself was never a very high energy or high demand individual
But next to you, he looked like a kid during their first sugar rush
You were always either leaning him or tucked away on the most comfortable surface nearby, dozing off
No, you weren't apart of the corps, so he didn't have any reason to force you up
You had your own job and you did it when you had to, and when he was away he would always come back to a clean house with all the chores done, along with you napping in bed
To be fair, Giyuu just assumes this is normal
I mean, he would do the same if he could, but he had a lot of duties and training to tend to
He loves cuddling up with you though, you keep the bed nice and warm for him
Muichiro
Muichiro isn't really sleepy, but he does gaze off extremely often
You are both totally lost together, because he just found out the wind makes noise and you were half asleep on the floor
If you were in the corps, you'd never be sent on missions together because somehow together the effects are worse on one another
You do get your missions done when together, it just means less details are remembered and those can be extremely vital
When home, Muichiro makes you lay your head in his lap wherever he goes- usually outside- while he stares at something of interest and just thinks
One thing he does often is speak his thoughts out loud around you, because he knows you won't take it too seriously or make fun of the nonsensical things he comes up with
Sometimes he just stares at you, and wonders what you're dreaming about
When you wake up he tries to guess, he is only getting more accurate!
Obanai
It's not that he is very energetic, but Obanai likes to do small, menial tasks to keep himself occupied
It might be tending to Kaburamaru, small exercises, or renewing his bandages
He refuses to sit down, and even if he does, he will be working on polishing his blade, or eating a meal
For this, he makes you move a lot to wherever he is if he is home
Sleeping is something you do a lot, he knows you're always tired if you don't, so he doesn't want to force you awake or make you feel bad for it
Instead he just wants you to follow him when he moved to another area, and you can sleep there until he moves on again
It keeps you somewhat active, but also brings him comfort in knowing you'll still be there, even if silent and often unmoving
Shinobu
You were very comfortable to be around considering you were mostly silent or spoke in a melancholic tone
Since she was always studying or tending to others, it helped her plenty having someone like that around
Someone who would watch over her and encourage her to be productive while not distracting her from her work too much
But as a doctor, she also understood that if you stayed still in the comfort of the mansion too often, you might become deficient in important vitamins
" You have to go outside once a day, dear! It's not good for you to stay like this all day! "
She says it like it's fact, and she's probably right
So long as you go out once a day for a small walk she is happy
Set up a hammock on the porch of the butterfly mansion where you can sleep in the sun rays, so you get all the vitamins you need even while asleep
If she has a young slayer alone in any of the healing wards, she will ask you to sleep there so they feel better with company
Even if you are tired, she knows you'll get up to help someone who might need something or is becoming ill
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Authors Note - Me too reader I love sleepin,,, I hope I was able to right up to your wishes, and thank you so much for requesting! This was pretty much all my most favourite hashira lol
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its-time-to-write · 8 months
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ugggghhh I love your writing! your style and just voice are outstanding!
could you write something with Jamie and a professional footballer (female reader) who are dating (but no one knows) and they are doing a PR thing for England or some ad campaign? And they have to do silly things and show how much they know about each other (like they have known each other since they were in school and have been friends for a while) but then Keeley catches on or something. Sorry if this doesn't make sense, but essentially it is Jamie and a professional footballer (female reader) relationship, thank you! <3
✌️😗
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you’re a mansion with a view
There’s an insistent knocking on the door. It’s who-the-fuck-knows o’clock Jamie has been inside all day, lights off and dealing with a wicked hangover. The pounding on the door syncs up with the pounding in his head, and he Jamie shuffles to open it so the person on the other side can shut up.
He opens it to find you, mid-knock.
“Put a shirt on, Tartt,” you say as you push past him, grocery bag in hand. Jamie looks down. He’s just in his trousers, and for once he’s grateful that it isn’t the other way around.
“Fucking hell, Killer,” he groans. “Shouldn’t you be at training?”
You shake your head, ignoring the fact that he used your football nickname as opposed to your actual name. “Nope. It’s five. Training’s done for the day.”
Jamie follows you to his kitchen. Why you’re walking around like you own the place, he has no idea.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asks. “And how do you know where all my stuff is?”
You tap your head. “Our houses have the same layout. I can see yours from across the street, and noticed you haven’t been out in like, a week. That’s a record for you.”
Jamie rubs his face. “Fucking hell,” he says again. “So why are you here?”
You turn around from the fridge. “Figured you haven’t had a decent meal besides vanilla vodka.” You make a face. “Disgusting. Just because you’re not playing football doesn’t mean you can neglect nutrition, Tartt.”
“I ain’t neglecting my nutrition,” he replies. “Just…” he trails off.
You smirk. “Uh huh, that’s what I thought. The great Jamie Tartt, drowning his sorrows in vanilla vodka and becoming a couch potato. You haven’t even had any women ‘round to numb the sting. That’s new.”
You flip on a light to which Jamie groans. You flip it off. “So are you going to put on a shirt, or..?”
“Killer,” Jamie says for the third time, “the fuck are you doing in my house?”
You pretend to be digging in the grocery bag so you don’t have to look at his face.
“Saw your interview,” you reply as nonchalantly as possible. “Thought you might need someone to make sure you haven’t, I don’t know, died.”
Jamie knocks his head against the wall. “Has everyone fucking seen that?” 
You shrug. “Personally, I liked it a lot better than your season of Lust Conquers All. Lot more feeling in that one interview than the whole show, if you ask me.”
“So you saw that,” Jamie comments. This is far too many words for the headache he has.
“Yup.” 
“And you’re still here.”
“Uh huh.”
Jamie is at a loss for words. Everyone else has left him because of that fucking tv show, where he acted like the worst version of himself and didn’t even fucking win.
Doesn’t make sense that you, a midfielder from some women’s FC, would be in his house pulling out real food and making sure he’s alright.
For a moment, Jamie feels bad that he can’t remember what team you play for.
He thinks that this goes beyond neighborly duties. Sure, you live across the street from him and you’ve seen each other at various events, but this is probably the first real conversation you’ve ever had. He has no idea what to make of it.
He asks, “Why do you care?” then immediately cringes at the harsh tone of his voice.
You slam the fridge door harder than you anticipate, making you both jump.
“Because,” you say, then you sigh. 
“Footballer life off the pitch sucks sometimes. I wish someone had checked on me.”
“I ain’t a footballer,” Jamie points out, vaguely remembering something about your name in some less-than-friendly headline.
You roll your eyes. “Whatever you say, Tartt.”
Five months later, you’re at some random football pitch in your full kit and far more makeup than you’d wear to a match. 
Some magazine is doing some profile on different footballers, taking photos with different men and women from all kinds of teams together. You’re not sure why you, a midfielder, are here with Tartt, a striker.
You’re not complaining.
“Oi, Tartt,” you call, “how does it feel to be scored on by a girl?”
(The photographer wanted some action shots of you and Jamie playing 1 v 1.)
Jamie scoffs. “My masculinity ain’t fragile, Killer. Just lucky you didn’t break any of my bones.” He says the words carefully, as if they’re unfamiliar to his tongue and he wants to get them just right.
“You know I have a name, right?” you ask, breathing hard. You’ve dribbled the ball back to Jamie and are standing practically forehead to forehead. “Like, a real actual name that you’re allowed to use?”
Jamie grins and drops his voice to a near-whisper, “Oh I know how to use your name, love.”
You shiver, trapped in his gaze for a minute. 
The spell is broken as the photographer shouts, “Alright loves, let’s stage some of you two together.”
You both turn to jog to the sidelines, where she begins posing you. 
“Wow,” she remarks, “you two have great chemistry. Usually I have to tell you footballers to act like you like each other.”
Jamie grins and knocks his shoulder into yours. “Hear that, Killer?” he asks, “She thinks we have good chemistry.”
You roll your eyes and feign annoyance. “Be professional, Tartt.”
The photographer asks, “How long have you known each other?”
You and Jamie say, “Two years,” in perfect unison.
“My goodness,” she laughs, “you two are just in sync today! How’d you meet?” You say, “we’re neighbors,” at the same time Jamie says, “at a party.”
You both look at each other. “We met because we live across the street from each other,” you say.
Jamie shakes his head, “No, we met a week before you moved in at a party.”
“What party?” you ask. “Pretty sure I would’ve remembered meeting you.”
“Nah,” Jamie replies, “You were too busy getting sloshed with your teammates while they all hit on Keeley.” 
You scrunch your nose. “Was I sloshed?”
“Yep,” Jamie says. “Properly. It was the end of the season, so makes sense.”
“Weird,” you reply. “My first memory of you is when you tried to break into my house because you were too busy snogging this model to figure out you were on the wrong side of the street.”
“Oi, it could happen to anyone!” Jamie says defensively.
“Sure,” you laugh. “Happens to me all the time.”
You reach out to steal the football that’s tucked under Jamie’s arm, but he’s too quick for you. 
“Give it!” you say, still laughing.
He holds it above your head. “Give what?” he asks innocently. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You’re jumping and trying to pull his arm down to where you can reach and are almost successful when he tosses it to his other hand.
“No fair!” you cry, “You’re taller than me!”
Jamie grins. “Oh, you want the football then? Maybe try asking nicely.”
You still. “Jamie,” you begin, “could you please give me the football?”
He’s still holding it high above you as he considers. “Hm.” He pretends to think for a moment. “No.” He breaks away from you and kicks it into the goal across the field.
“You can have it now,” he says when he returns. You’re trying so hard to be mad at him, but he has that silly little grin he gets when he’s trying to make you laugh and you just can’t fake a frown.
“Screw you, Tartt,” you laugh.
Jamie raises an eyebrow and opens his mouth to reply when he’s cut off by the photographer.
“You two get along really well,” she says. “I think you’d be cute together.”
You blush and Jamie says, “I fucking hope so. She’s my girlfriend. Oi, d’you want a picture of us kissing?”
“No she doesn’t,” you say.
“Yes she does,” Jamie says. “We’re fucking adorable, babe. Football’s power couple. Behind Posh and Becks, of course,” he says as an afterthought. 
“Fine,” you say, “One. Then I’m getting that football and your ass is grass, Tartt.”
Jamie grins. “Fine by me, love.”
He leans in to kiss you but you pull away at the last second, sprinting toward the football still under the goalposts. Did he really think you were going to play fair?
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arthenaa · 11 months
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dan heng is unusually perceptive. those blue eyes scan every part of the astral express train as well as its data bank much to march 7th's chagrin. the poor gal couldn't do anything without dan heng's watchful eyes. caelus would only laugh at her demise. this however, was something mr. welt, pompom, and himeko both respected. as the designated guard of the train, he's been doing his job quite well.
too well, in fact. to the point that it has caused problems to your poor little heart.
as the resident medic of the astral express, it was your duty to do regular check-ups for the members. normally, you would go on about your day, loving the fact that your office was much livelier with the number of people visiting you. you expected to move on each patient with ease. however, you certainly didn't expect fumbling over yourself as you try to calm your shaking hands from dropping the stethoscope from your grasp.
why? because dan heng was staring at you.
but dan heng always stares! that should've been an easy challenge to overcome? wrong. absolutely wrong.
you were used to his normal passive stares of acknowledgment but this. this was different. it was like he was trying to dig out the surface of your soul and dive deeper into the depths of your mind. it was unwavering and firm as he stared at you while you clumsily tried to do your regular check-up.
"d-dan heng." you weakly call his attention. his gaze continues to dart over your face, finding interest in the blemishes adorning your skin. you give him a sheepish smile as you pull back, placing the stethoscope on the surface of your desk. he answers with a tilt of his head.
"yes, doctor?"
"d-do you have to look at me like that? while i'm doing your check-up?" you ask, hands falling on your lap as you try to look anywhere but at him.
he pauses for a moment, leaving you in the deafening silence.
"... like what?" he answers after a few seconds, playing innocently as he now removes his gaze from your face to the trinkets decorating your shelves. you raise an eyebrow at his sudden change of focus.
"you've been staring at me for the whole session. i'm concerned." you reply, breath hitching as he turns to the window, gifiting you a chance to admire his magnificent side view.
"i've always been naturally curious about things, doctor. apologies for my behavior." he nonchalantly replies, fingers drumming on the hard surface of the chair he's sitting on. you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.
"i know, dan heng. but you've been unnaturally observant today. is there something you'd like to confirm with me?" you lean your body forward, to try and catch his gaze once more. you think you'd probably get used to it by now but the moment he glances back at you with a flicker of his eye, your jaw opens slightly as your face heats up once more.
dan heng smiles as he watches you flush in embarrassment before leaning back against your chair. you glare at him after noticing his amusement in your turmoil. "you've been staring at me the whole time! what was i supposed to do?!"
the raven-haired man only chuckles, sound rumbling deep within his chest as he focuses on you once again. he stares with an unreadable look on his face before he whispers something that finally got you to look at him
"... database." he mutters. you furrow your eyebrows as you lean closer to hear him.
"p-pardon?"
he sighs like he doesn't want to repeat what he just said. "the database. i read something there."
your eyebrows raise as you urge him to continue. he looks as you as if he's hesitating and knowing dan heng, you seldom see him hesitate on a variety of matters.
what did he read, exactly?
"i read that extended eye contact is the best way forward in conveying one's feelings." he breathes out fast enough that you have to crane your head to catch all of it. his face looks like how it normally is but you catch a glimpse of the red tint creeping onto the tips of his ears.
"huh?"
"i'm pretty sure caelus and march put it there. they're starting to become too comfortable entering the archive room as they please. they know i always check the records." he mumbles under his breath, face turning into a scowl. you blink at him in confusion.
"um, could you... add more context?"
he turns to you, lips pursing in thought.
"can i ask something of you, doctor?"
"uh, sure?" you answer, uncertain at his deflection of providing an explanation for what he just said. you enjoyed this young man's presence— perhaps too much from the previous times you've spent with him. this was certainly a change of perspective to his usual direct self.
"do you..." he pauses, eyes still trained on you. "do you think i'm attractive?"
you halt.
you don't breathe even.
you were certain something had possessed dan heng (possibly a young girl with the name march) to ask you such a question. you were sure trivial matters like this didn't even exist in his head and whether he was aware or not that he was undeniably attractive, he didn't let it show through his facade.
and of course, you'd say yes. you'd rate it a dashing 928 out of 10 if that was even possible. you'd be on your knees declaring his godly looks if you have to.
but for the sake of your sanity, you allow the chaos to only lurk inside the depths of your mind. an effect of it however is the heating of your cheeks and the hiccup you just let out.
you slap your palm over your mouth.
dan heng tilts his head like a dog.
he's absolutely killing you.
you wonder if belobog would be free for an extra medic in their care as a needed leave from the express desperately clawed at your need to be away from this man before he further infiltrated your mind.
"w-what? dan heng, are you well?" you ask as if its the only plausible question you can ask the guard of the train.
trying to deflect his question was a futile quest as he leans forward, eyes gleaming as his face comes closer to yours. "does this proximity allow you to assess your answer?"
you lean back in surprise, elbow bumping on the desk behind you as you try to crane your head as far as you can from his face.
you were probably delusional but you swear you saw his eyes flicker down for second.
"d-dan heng." you whine out his name in embarassment. you fingers grip the wood behind you as the man had already stood from his spot and placed his arms on either side of you, hands splayed on the wooden surface of the desk.
there's a soft but determined look on his face.
"i need an answer, doctor. it's incredibly urgent," he mumbles softly to keep the conversation between the two of you even though there's only you two inside the room. at this point, you were sure he was torturing you for his own amusement.
"h-himeko might come in any second—"
"doctor." he repeats your title with slight tone of chastising. the heat on your cheeks never wavered as well as the proximity between your faces.
you had to stop the urge from leaning up and allowing the distance to decrease.
dan heng and you were friends but it only walked along the threads of friends and co-workers. sure, out of all the trailblazers, you were probably the closest "non-march" person to dan heng according to caelus.
the stellaron vessel spoke how dan heng would always treat you differently than others. you tried to tell him it wasn't true but the silver-haired friend of yours only sent you a look of exasperation. you were right though? dan heng had always been a man who spoke with his actions. those same acts of affections you'd see him do to march or even sometimes to himeko out of respect. there wasn't any special treatment. he was just dan heng and you were just you.
so why was him asking you if you thought he was attractive beginning to sever those threads you tried to keep together?
probably because you now had to physically admit to yourself that yes, you liked the man and you would love to kiss him and make him breakfast and quite possibly, fall in love with him.
having a relationship with a job like yours was hard and taxing. you already heard about mr. welt's apparent apprehension with fraternizing amongst members of the express. he didn't exactly express distaste but he wasn't all that okay with it.
what would his reaction be if he accidentally walked into the med bay with dan heng trapping you against the desk and face so close to yours be like?
you'd hate to cause the poor man a heart attack.
you'd also hate to lose your job and be sent back home...
you pause to look at his eyes which seemed to border amused teasing and determination. you decide to indulge in whatever fuckery march and caelus put him up to.
"... yes." you mumble, eyes trained up to him. he raises his eyebrows to make you repeat your answer. "yes i do. can you let me go now?"
he hums, contemplating before pulling back. he sits back down on the stool before you as he looks at you with an unreadable look on his face.
"on what scale?"
"dan heng."
"please? i'm actually curious."
"i'm not so convinced you're yourself anymore. did you drink or eat something to make you this unwell?" you squint your eyes in suspicion. he smiles, a form of his laughter.
"i don't know. you're the doctor here." he quips, hands interlocking as it rests on his thighs. you roll your eyes.
"funny."
he lets out a chuckle that seems to ring in your head. aeons, it was so pretty.
"a 9."
he tilts his head up in surprise. you flush before saying it again.
"you're a 9— wait no, a 9.5," you correct yourself, as you grab your tablet to make notes. it allows you a moment of reprieve from his staring, covering yourself with the gadget as you try to calm yourself down.
"a 9.5," he repeats, sounding each word. you slowly lower the tablet to the bridge of your nose, eyes peering at the top. you watch his reaction as he stares down at the floor before smiling.
"not bad. i'll take it." he replies before standing up. you straighten up in your seat as you watch him get his things from the couch beside the door.
"dan heng, wait you're not yet—"
"i'll send my weight and height to you as soon as possible. i keep myself updated." he passively comments as the door of the med bay slides open. you expect him to be on his way but he surprisingly stops at the doorway.
"right," he smacks his lips before turning back to you. "i forgot to mention i also read something else on the database."
you have a feeling you shouldn't ask but you do so anyway. "... what is it?"
he smiles, innocent but teasing. "mutual attraction is a root essence of the concept of love."
you only blink in confusion at his words. his fingers drum against the metal surface of the doorway before continuing.
"i'm attracted to you as well, doctor." he adds before leaving with boyish smile on his face. the door slides close and you're left with your thoughts.
what?
wait. WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE?!
heat full-on flushes your skin as you sit on your chair with shoulders tense and palm against your face.
that motherfucker.
he's surely going to kill you someday.
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a/n: using dan heng to remove my writing block hahahahha 10/10 rizz
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itsthatmff · 2 months
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Boyfriend Headcanons on OPM men
100 follower special!! I didn’t know what situation to take so I just went with regular boyfriend headcanons
I have no idea Why Genos’ part turned out the longest…(my hyperfixation is obviously showing)
Fem!reader
Included: metal bat, Genos, Garou
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Genos
It’ll take a while for this guy to get warmed up to you. He has never been in a relationship so he doesn’t really know how it works. This guy has ISSUES alright.
Of course he loves you but he doesn’t know how to deal with these feelings.
Hates physical affection (again just has to get used to it) so often more than not this guy won’t let you touch him affectionately.
“Do not touch me” and “Get off.” Are probably the words you’ve heard most this year.
Though when it does come to touching (pun intended) moments between the two of you, like when you’re hugging or kissing, he longs for more. He likes the feeling so much but would never admit it to you because he doesn’t want to show any ‘weakness’.
Will never make the first move of touching you. But if you ask twice he won’t say no. He just can’t resist you.
When it comes to caring for you he goes all out. Will cook for you, buy you things, even clean your apartment without you asking.
Is also very clingy in a sense that he doesn’t leave you alone. Ever since he fell in love with you you’ve become one of his priorities. You’re working ? He’ll accompany you. Meeting with friends? He has to make sure you won’t get attacked. You’re resting in your apartment? He’ll come over to cook you food.
It makes you feel bad that he suddenly has all his attention on you instead of focusing on training under Saitama and finding the mad cyborg. That goal has been there for him way before you both knew each other after all.
You both may get into little fights because of that.
When it comes to jealousy, this guy gets jealous alright. If he sees you talking to male coworkers/friends he always watches from the distance and furrows his eyebrows. Won’t say anything though.
If there’s a guy harassing you he’ll step in. That guy might get away with no more than a broken hand. Genos says it wasn’t on purpose and that he just wanted to get his hand away from you. (It was VERY MUCH on purpose)
Will deny that he’s jealous until his death. Again he doesn’t want to show ‘weakness’.
Is so protective of you. This guy already has a big sense of justice and will literally self destruct if that means saving human lives. He wouldn’t hesitate to take a bullet for you.
Whenever you’re not around you’re still in his thoughts. When you don’t have time for him he’ll keep himself busy by cleaning saitama’s apartment.
Will go on Saitama’s nerves and talk about you with no end. Will ask for advice. Sometimes he talks too much about you and gets kicked out of saitama’s apartment.
He’s such a dry texter. But dry as in texting paragraphs of formal written texts. That’s why you both prefer calling. He calls you at least once a day just asking how you’re doing. They’re not very long calls. Most of the time they’re short ones where he’ll ask you where you are and if you’re free so that he can come over.
Is overall the most loving cyborg you can get. He just doesn’t like to admit it. The most you’ll get from him if you ask him why he’s calling you on a regular for example is :
“It is my duty as your boyfriend to care for you at all times.”
Extremely difficult to get him to say ‘I love you’ by his own accord. But keep trying !!
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Garou
So cocky for no reason whatsoever
Sometimes it feels like you’re dating a dog more than a human.
He’s SO SO SO SO touchy It’s unbelievable. He can’t take his hands off of you. Especially in public. He just needs to show you off.
This guy doesn’t know what having shame is either.
In some sense he feels like he ‘owns’ you.
Unlike Genos he may not spend every second around you but whenever he does it’s either him being all over you or you two bickering.
He may be touchy but is not a romantic at all. He’d rather say “you’re mine” than “I love you”
His love is messy for sure. Like all over the place.
Gets jealous and will beat the shit out of whoever dared to cross your way.
I have a feel he likes biting. Not too hard but more in an affectionate way.
Doesn’t really know what taking you out on a date means. He’ll let you do all the planning and deciding. He genuinely doesn’t care as long as he’s spending his time with you.
If bang knows about your relationship he’ll push him to treat you well. Bang was surrounded by women left and right during his youth and knows his way around it after all. Often Garou will gift you things as roses because ‘the old man forced me to’. He’ll look unbothered but in truth there is a tiny hint of blush on his face.
This guy doesn’t even have a phone 90% of the time. He either looses it or breaks it. You both don’t really need phones to communicate. The moment you think about him he’s right by your side.
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Metal bat
Most wholesome boyfriend.
Acts all tough around everyone except you.
The embodiment of “ay ay ma’am”
Whenever you’re both on a date and a Monster attack breaks out he tries playing the tough hero. “Get behind me. I’ll deal with it.”
He’s kind of shy when it comes to touching you. He doesn’t want to be to rough or do something you don’t like. When you go to hug him his entire face turns red.
Genuinely thinks you’re an angel and that you’re too good for him.
At school all he thinks about is you. Will beat his friends up if they make fun of him for that.
Takes you out on many dates. Will buy you bouquets or win you plushies at the arcade. Sometimes he’ll even take you and Zenko out on lunch. It’ll be the cutest thing ever seeing you interact with his little sister.
At first Zenko is a bit jealous that her big brother is giving someone else attention other than herself but she quickly gets used to you and sees you as her own big sis.
He’ll text you good night and apologizes if he forgets to.
Will always ask you if you’ve eaten and make sure you’re always well fed and rested.
Always buys you things that remind him of you during his Hero patrol.
You gifted him a phone charm once and he has not took it off his phone ever since.
He isn’t the type to say ‘I love you’ often. He leaves it for really special moments because he thinks they’re very important words.
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Mason Mount - Be My Mistake pt2.
POV: You attend the Christmas Night at Mason's new home that he has finally moved into but you really do get to feel like the other woman.
Contains: Mature Language (18+), Angst, Implied Smut
Music Choice: 1975 – Be My Mistake
Author's Note: This has been published on my Wattpad account a few weeks ago but I wanted to bring it to here. Please remember to follow my Wattpad account.
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She knew he wasn't hers.
She wasn't silly.
That girl was his.
The girl that was sat on his lap, while he was sat on the island stool, chatting away to a couple of his friends, friends that she knew too but didn't feel confident in this moment to go over and say hi.
She felt so stupid for even coming tonight, not because it wasn't something she would usually attend but because it was under the premise of a lot more than just a night with friends.
'Having a housewarming Christmas party at mine, you best make sure you're coming! Plus, I thought we could christen every single room once everyone goes home the next day x'
The message was probably the most read message she had on her phone. She couldn't help but feel excited over the promise of spending a whole day and night alone with Mason, just the two of them, enjoying his house and one another.
She had purposely gone out and brought a brand-new lingerie set, one a little bit more expensive than what she would normally spend but she couldn't resist it. The way it looked on the hanger before the way it looked on her body when she tried it on in the changing rooms, not to mention the way it felt on her skin and how it made her feel.
She felt powerful wearing it. She felt confident and she couldn't wait to see the way his eyes would drink in her body when she finally showed him it, knowing he would love it, that's why she brought it in the first place.
She had felt almost giddy on the train ride up to his, opting to make her own way to him, after his brother had offered for her to come in with the 'family' but she felt like she needed a bit of time to herself. A moment to just take in the magnitude of the next few days, knowing she would have to keep her emotions under reigns at the actual party, playing just the dutiful best friend who everyone thought she was. Before being able to get him alone the following day and as per usual give her body over to him, in whatever way he wanted.
However now as she looks at him, and her, the name she can't even bare to say, as it makes it all feel so real, she feels completely and utterly sick.
This wasn't going to be the break away she thought it would and unfortunately there was no where to run or hide so she just had to hope this would quickly be over and done with.
*
"There you are" said Mason with a smile as he walked into the garden room that was attached to the side of the house, a glass atrium type of room, rather small with a few boxes stacked around it as she sat against the window ledge as her phone was plugged in charging to the wall.
"Yeah sorry, my phone died, and I was trying to find somewhere quiet to leave it to charge" she offered him a smile, one that didn't quite reach her eyes and he knew this.
"Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you she was coming" he starts with as she feels her heart plummet before he continues "she surprised me, showed up at my door like thirty minutes before you arrived, and I didn't really know how to tell you" he adds on.
He had seen the way her face fell ever so slightly when she walked in the house, seeing her come rushing towards the door to greet his family and friends, wanting to assert her place in his life, by his side. He felt terrible, he knew that they had made plans, he had completely and utterly intended to stick with it, but now his hands were metaphorically tied.
"Its fine" she said, once again a fake smile plastered on her face that only made his own chest hurt "you two don't get to see each other enough anyway, so you can always give me a tour of the house another time" she replies, chuckling slightly as she tries to make light of the conversation.
He knows as well as she does that he never intended to just show her around his home, he meant what he said that he wanted her to be the first girl he slept with inside his new house, a memory and milestone that only they would share, and he could think about whenever he thought of this chapter of his life.
He wanted her to spend a few days with him, he wanted her to make his new home her own new home too, like she had done in Cobham, where she used to let herself in, help herself to his food and drink and ultimately make herself comfortable. He wanted her to feel the same in Manchester.
But he felt completely out of his depth with the way things had gone. He knew he should be excited that the girl he loves had flown in especially to see him, to surprise him, to make his initial days in his new house enjoyable for him.
But in the back of his mind, he had this niggling feeling that it didn't feel right. And when he saw how visibly hurt she was when she walked into his home with her little suitcase after coming straight from the train station full of excitement to see him he felt like maybe he might have been making the wrong decision.
"I just –" Mason starts and stops again, unsure of what it is he wants to say, or how he wants to go about this conversation with her after they have both had a few drinks.
"Its fine Mase" she reminds him once more, convincing nobody as she places her phone down on the side, picking up her now empty wine glass and leaving him now stood alone.
*
It had been a smart move on Mason's part in the grand scheme of things.
He had planned it all properly when he thought that she would be staying tonight as well as the additional nights.
The room closest to his allocated to her. A wall shared between them so he could make sure that nobody else heard what they were up to if she managed to sneak into his room, as well as it being easy enough for her to sneak back afterwards.
However right now she couldn't think of anything worse as she lay in bed, most of the partygoers gone, yet Mason's family and a few of his friends staying round including her. She had the covers pulled up over her head, tears falling down from her eyes as she hoped more than anything that she could just drown it out.
The sound echoed through the joint wall, heard clearly by her "Fuck right there Mase, shit" she whined over and over again "fuck I'm gonna cum baby" her high-pitched voice was like nails being scratched down a chalkboard.
"Fuck babe" his voice raspy as she hears that distinctive sound, the one that she has gotten so used to, knowing exactly what it means.
And with the way her heart was breaking maybe all of this was a mistake.
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moonstruckme · 6 months
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In a Week - send a character + au and I'll write a blurb for it (like vampire!Eddie, bodyguard!Sirius, etc.)
you made think of royalty au princess!reader x bodyguard!sirius mutual pining where they have both harbored a secret crush on each other but had to hide it for years because of their duty/position, only to find out that princess!reader is the queen’s illegitimate child and therefore unfit to marry the neighboring kingdom’s prince, delighted that her engagement has been annulled she goes to tell her faithful bodyguard and to confesses her feelings for him once and for all, while he (bodyguard!sirius) hasn’t heard the news yet goes to confess his feelings for her because he can’t take it anymore and is surprised by her confession
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bodyguard!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 1.8k words
Sirius goes a little bit crazy every time he can’t be with you. He tells himself it’s a side effect of his position, that every moment you’re out of sight carries with it the potential for danger, but he’s come to know better than that over the last few years. It doesn’t matter if another very competent guard is on shift with you, or if you’re being escorted by a whole team of his best guys—it’s torture nonetheless, not necessarily because he’s worried about you, but simply because he’s away from you. 
That probably explains the acute upset forming somewhere behind his sternum as he waits outside the doors to your parents’ room. Though far from a ceremonial meeting place, it’s the most secure room in the palace, so when your mother had said she and your father needed to speak with you alone, Sirius had no choice but to comply. You’ve been having a lot of these family meetings in the weeks following your engagement, though he can’t figure what about this one could call for such secrecy. Maybe confidential information on relations between your nation and your betrothed’s, or something like that. As much as he hates leaving you in there alone, Sirius is glad he doesn’t have to stand impassively by the wall and listen to plans for your marriage. 
He can tell you don’t love the prince, not that it matters. He doesn’t think the prince loves you either. All that’s required of either of you is the appearance of affability in public. Romance was never part of the equation, and you’ve long since accepted that even if Sirius hasn’t. He’s been thinking about it for weeks, how different his life would become once you're another man’s wife. He’d have to help you weave yourself into the prince’s life, deliver you to your shared bed every night and pick you up every morning as if he didn't know what might’ve happened there, watch as you potentially fall in love with someone else. And love probably would blossom between you and the prince in time. It’s not easy to avoid when you spend so long around someone; Sirius would know. 
He decided just last night that he wouldn’t be able to handle it. He wrote his letter of resignation this morning. He’s going to tell you before he submits it to his boss because it’d feel like a betrayal to do it without you knowing, but he's made up his mind. He’ll stay for a few weeks to train his replacement and then bow out the day before your wedding. Sirius hopes you’re still open to being friends, but he’s not foolish enough to think he’ll get to see you anywhere near as often while you’re running a kingdom thousands of miles away. He’s just going to have to nurse his throbbing heart while he searches for a new job. 
The door to your parents room opens softly, but Sirius stiffens as if it had screamed on its hinges. You emerge looking as graceful as you always do, but there are tearstains on your pretty cheeks. Sirius assesses you quickly, though there’s no indication there’s been any threat other than some sort of bad news. Your face isn’t blotchy, and the tracks are faint, as though you’d tried to wipe them away without a mirror to guide you. Whatever caused your upset, you seem to have mostly recovered from it now. Still, Sirius’ heart aches at the sight of you. 
“Everything okay, Princess?” he asks, and it’s a business question but put in his gentlest tone. 
“Yeah,” you say, and despite your prim appearance, the breathy quality of your voice gives away your discomposure. You glance out the window. “Can we, um, take a walk outside, please?”
Sirius has always appreciated that you’re kind enough to ask when you know you don’t have to, though he wishes you wouldn’t just now. “Of course.” He opens the door for you, nodding to the guard posted outside as he follows you through. 
The weather has cooled recently, signaling the beginning of autumn even though the leaves have yet to change colors. It’s your favorite season. (Another thing, Sirius thinks with some bitterness, which he knows and your future husband won’t.) You look to be enjoying it well enough, face tipped towards the sun and breathing deeply like you’re trying to rejuvenate yourself. Sirius decides to withhold his questions about your tears for the time being, to give you a chance to get back to your usual content self. 
“Is something wrong?” you ask without opening your eyes. 
“I…with me? No,” he lies. “I’m just a little worried about you, angel. Why do you ask?”
“You’re clicking your tongue like you do when you’re thinking hard.” 
Sirius almost laughs, it’s such a bizarre thing to pick up on. But you’re right, and he stops.
You grow used to someone’s presence when you spend eight hours of every day around them. Sirius knows which of your laughs is the real one, and which is put on for someone else’s benefit. He can tell which clothes you’re going to reach for before you decide what to wear based on how you’re feeling that day. He knows how you like your tea, and what dishes from the kitchen you secretly have to choke down, and that you prefer to use the servant’s passages when you can get away with it because you don’t always feel like being stopped to talk in the hallways. 
But Sirius is expected to know those things. It’s part of his job. What had surprised him was when you started revealing how much you knew. It had started small (“You okay, Siri? You seem quiet today”) but soon the stores of information you’d been covertly gathering on him began to spill out of you. You started making him coffee after lunchtime when you knew he'd be having his afternoon crash, you’d switched to candles when you’d noticed your incense irritating his allergies, he’d found the pantries stocked with his favorite foods and the chef told him you’d requested them specifically. You didn’t have to do any of that, but the fact that you did anyway just shows the kind of person you are. It’s part of why Sirius is so painfully in love with you. 
“I have been thinking,” he says carefully, “and there’s something I want to talk to you about, but it can wait. Do you want to tell me what got you so rattled in there?”
You take a breath, sitting down on a nearby bench and patting the space next to you. Sirius knows he should really stay standing, keep scanning the area, but he checks nonverbally with the guard nearest and, receiving a nod, sits beside you. You look like you’re steadying yourself.
“Hey,” he says softly, placing his hand atop yours. “What’s going on, sweetheart? Are you alright?”
“Yeah,” you reply, leaning closer to him in that familiar way he’s going to miss. “Yeah, sorry, I am. It was a mix of good and bad, actually. Um, I’m not the king’s daughter.” 
Sirius blinks, almost pulling away in shock. Of all the things he’d been expecting you to say, that one hadn’t made the list. “You’re not?”
You shake your head, looking distantly at the rose bushes in front of you. “No. My mom had an affair with some—some merchant, I guess. He’s dead now.” Your voice is detached, as if you’re talking of someone you read about in the paper rather than your biological father. “He died a few days ago, apparently. That’s when my mom finally decided to tell my—the king.”
Sirius turns toward you more fully, setting his hand on your knee. He can’t imagine what you’re going through, all this information all at once, the fabric of your life torn and revealed to be thin as paper. “What does that mean for you?” 
“I’m still a princess, but—” you blow out a breath, disturbing the pieces of hair around your face “—it’s weird. The royal line is through my father, so I don’t have any official power or anything. But I still get to live here, play the part. Like a figurehead or something.” You look at him for the first time, something surprisingly like hope in your gaze. “But since I don’t have royal blood, I can’t marry the prince.” 
Sirius freezes, not allowing himself any outward reaction. His heart contracts for your loss even as his own selfish joy makes him dizzy.
 “Are you okay?” he asks. It’s almost a whisper. 
“I shouldn’t be,” you reply, just as softly. “He’s a decent man, and the best alliance we could have hoped for. But honestly, I’m relieved.” 
Sirius lets out a breath, thumb stroking your knee soothingly. “That’s understandable, angel. You’ve just had your whole world shaken up, it’d be a lot to have to move to another kingdom after all that.” 
“I mean, I didn’t love him.” You shrug, and Sirius grins at the bizarre lightness with which you talk of your marriage. You’re coming back to yourself slowly, even if there still seems to be something holding you back. Then you begin to gnaw at your bottom lip, your dead giveaway that you’re feeling nervous. Sirius waits. “I don’t think I ever could have loved him, honestly. There’s…there’s always been someone else I’d rather be with.” 
Sirius thinks he’s stopped breathing. It’s a good thing he’d put another guard in charge of watching your perimeter, because he’s definitely not capable of it right now. “Yeah?” he asks quietly. 
You nod, and he feels awful for your lip, the poor mistreated thing. “Yeah. I, um, I understand if it’s too weird for you, Siri. I just, I’m sorry. I feel like I have to tell you.” You let out a little laugh, pitched high by nerves but real. “It’s a day for confessions, apparently.” 
“Sweetheart.” He squeezes your knee, and you jolt a little. He waits until you’re looking at him to speak. “I have loved you for so long, I couldn’t even tell you when it started. I never would’ve…” he shakes his head, feeling as though he’s in a dream. “I didn’t think there was anything I could do about it. I was about to hand in my resignation today—” your eyes widen in horror “—because I couldn’t stand to watch you marry someone else.” 
“Sirius,” you say sharply, taking both his hands in yours like he’s going to run off on you if you don’t secure him. “You can’t resign. You’re going to stay, now, right? You’ll stay?”
“Of fucking course I’m staying.” He grins, and you mirror it somewhat dazedly. “Angel, are you kidding me? They’re gonna have to drag me away from my shifts after this.”
“I could always hide you in my room,” you propose. “I’ll bring you food and everything.” 
“Tempting, gorgeous. I might take you up on that.” Sirius runs his thumb over your knuckles, relishing in the new intimacy of the familiar gesture. “Can’t believe you go to confess to me first. Typical of you to have all the power.” 
You scoff incredulously. “Shut up,” you say, but you’re smiling, and that’s all he wanted.
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loveforquanrui · 3 months
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your most recent reactions post is so well written, i love it sm you’re such a good author ❤️
i was wondering if i could request a zb1 reaction to moving in with you and what they would do/how’d they act? i understand if not
have an amazing day 😇
hiii anon!! Thank you so much for the compliments and thank you so so much for requesting! :') It really made my day. Sorry I took so long but here it is, I hope you enjoyed it &lt;3
to be with you than alone
제로베이스원 - jebewon (ot8) moving in with you and how they are, gn reader. i did not include yujin because I did not feel comfy writing about him in this topic. There are no disclaimers I believe but let me know if i missed any!
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-jiwoong-
caretaker but gives you alone time when needed
as soon as he got your approval to move in with you he was so happy, but tried not to show it
he had been wanting to move in with you for a while now
once he moved in he was already on boyfriend duty 24/7
knows that you have trouble sleeping so he is ready to give you the comfort that you need <3
does chores for you but probably won't do his (he's so in love pls)
ALWAYS wake up first to prepare breakfast for the two of you
in the case that he is busy with schedules he would leave a simple note
constantly tries to take care of you
BUT he does not want to overwhelm you so he lets you be alone sometimes
don't be fooled though, he is sometimes peaking out of the corner of his eye to make sure you are okay
-hao-
always music playing in the background and helpful
when hao moved in with you, you swear you've never heard this much music during your lifetime
there is not one second where you don't hear him singing, practicing his violin, or playing his new songs
you don't mind it ofc!
Hao has such a lovely voice so you are always pleased to hear it
You and Hao decided to split the chores in half so it can be fair to both of y'all
Every night before bed Hao sets up his night playlist and you both fall asleep in each others arms listening to his favorite songs
The playlist is made full of calm songs that remind him of you but he doesn't tell you that, he's too shy to admit
When mornings come you usually do your morning routine in the bathroom but..
by the time you get out to your surprise
the bed is made and Hao is no where to be seen
he was shy AGAIN but he wanted to help
-hanbin-
literal royalty treatment
ever since hanbin moved in, so many worries and stress factors have been lifted off you
chores? what even are chores?
you're not lazy in fact you are used to doing your chores but ever since hanbin moved in, he doesn't let you do them
when night comes, both of you head to the already prepared bed
he'll make sure you are sound asleep first before sleeping himself
like jiwoong he also wakes up first
he wants to prepare anything you could possibly need before you wake up
slippers incase the floor is cold? check! water on the nightstand? check! glasses if you need them? check!
before he moved in your fridge was practically empty but now it's always filled since he wants to make your favorite foods every day
he just cares so much about you and you are his literal royalty so he will be treating you as one
-matthew-
a fun sleepover everyday
when matthew was moving in you remembered the HUGE setup he brought with him
for matthew a pc and a monitor were not enough there was more to his set up
you weren't much into gaming so you just let it slip across your mind as one of his hobbies
while you would clean the house, he would always say
"y/n!! y/n!! come watch this match"
and that's how he got you into playing video games with him
soon enough he was buying you your own set up
your apartment lowkey became a gaming lounge for you and matthew
ofc there was also other hobbies that came with matthew moving in
Strength training was one of them
Boy, does Matt love working out
Matthew slowly began to introduce you to multiple hobbies everyday
There was not a single day that did not feel like a fun sleepover with friends
-taerae-
looking out for you while maintaining pure happiness
taerae is so responsible
he is in charge of buying what is needed or missing in the apartment (he gave himself that role)
he makes sure you are saving your money since he doesn't want you to have any worries
you and him cook together or take turns making meals for each other
he made a secret cabinet full of your favorite things, which he takes out whenever you have a bad day
when you are ready to go to sleep taerae is getting ready to perform for you
he will sing you to sleep
he won't stop singing until are asleep
he knows you love hearing his beautiful voice, since he has noticed that you always fall asleep with a smile on your face
He wants to see you smile and he will do anything to see that beautiful cute smile of yours
-ricky-
change in both of ya'll life
you and ricky living together was like that one episode from F4 Thailand
both of you had to adapt to each other different habits
ricky started to learn how to do things himself but even so you wanted to treat him like a prince so you offered to do stuff for him
For example, cooking? done by you. laundry? also done by you.
to compensate for all the hard work you do for him and yourself
Ricky replaces your own furniture with newer more expensive ones with TWICE the comfort
you both always end up falling asleep at 4am or even later sometimes
why? because ricky is constantly tugging on your arm saying
"y/n let's watch this kdrama"
you had to admit he had some good reccommendations
while adapting to something new was difficult for both of you
you didn't let that come in the way of you having fun with each other
whether that was by watching kdramas or playing dress up in each others closet
you both always remained happy
-gyuvin-
chaos yet surprising matureness
oh gyuvin..
once he moved in you got your first ever noise complaint
it wasn't just because of gyuvin though.. well..
techincally gyuvin made you laugh really hard then there was knocks
there was simply never a moment of silence with the happy bambi now joining your household
if you were gone for longer than five minutes you would hear
"Y/NNN"
"WHERE ARE YOU IM BORED LETS PLAY A GAME"
and there you would go
but to your surprise gyuvin was actually very mature despite what many may believe
when those noise complains came in he apologized and really toned it down for everyone
he helps with any bills you may have to pay and even often pays them for you
he makes sure you are always okay with his presence since he knows people can get drained from his extroverted self
despite his playful nature he is very mature and caring
-gunwook-
respectful and caring
before moving in Gunwook had a strange request
"Let me meet your parents"
he had already met them but he wanted to make sure they were okay with him moving in with you
once he got the approval, similar to Hanbin it was instant royalty treatment
began to keep an extra of your comfort items incase it was needed
Gunwook is very observant therefore he always keeps an eye out for items you may be using
when he sees they are about to be finished
he buys some new ones and tries secretly to hide them
you always act surprise which brings him to cutely jump out behind you to say "See I'm psychic, I already knew what you needed"
Did I mention that your apartment has become a "gunwook cuddle station"
you both are cuddling ALL THE TIME
gunwook cares so much about your comfort that you were always his first priority
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Hii guys I hope you all enjoyed. Especially because it’s not my best work but I tried my best <3 also CONGRATS TO ZB1 and HAO ON THEIR AWARDS I LOVE MY JEBIS 🥲🥲
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windblume-wishes · 2 months
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I feel like you all are in some need of Diasomnia family content so I shall happily deliver to you my dearest travelers~ So, here you shall have a sweet fic of Malleus and his brand new baby brother Silver.
𝕃𝕖𝕥’𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕨, 𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖…
Malleus Draconia and Silver - I Loved You At Once
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Warm late spring sunlight flooded through the open windows of the cozy woodland cottage Lilia and his new newborn son now shared together illuminating the entire living space in a warm yet soft spring glow. Lilia sat in his chair peering lovingly at his now sleeping baby boy as he slept soundly, he softly sang a lullaby his old, dear friend and princess once sung to her unborn son- reminding him of how he should probably inform Malleus of the baby as soon as possible, that is unless the chatty woodland fairies already blabbed to him about the surprise.
The old fae stood up smiling into the basket where the sweet infant boy dreamed the afternoon away. He had the sweetest face Lilia had ever seen, it was hard for him to hate the child even after knowing everything. Silver’s sweet face now sported a soft smile only a newborn could make- a smile so pure and beautiful that it could practically purify anyone with even a hint of darkness.
A knock then sounded at the door and the deep, smooth voice of Malleus called out, “Lilia? Are you home? Might I come in?”
“Yes, come on in, Malleus- but do keep it down, I just got him to sleep! Shh!”
‘Ah, this must be the newborn I heard about…’ Malleus thought to himself as he opened the cottage door and let himself in. “The woodland fairies told me you took in a child, a human one…”
Those blasted woodland fairies could not keep their mouths shut for the life of them, could they?
“Malleus, this is Silver! Isn’t he adorable~?” Lilia gushed like any new parent would over their infant. “Such a sweet little thing~!”
The draconic fae peered into the basket and stared at the child with confusion and a slight hint of what one might say is disgust. This was cute? What’s next, a sock eating troll would be considered a fashion model?
“It looks like a hairless ape- it’s so ugly one can almost feel sorry for it…” Malleus smirked, earning a slight slap on the arm from Lilia. “What? I was only speaking the truth, Lilia.”
“Be nice, you may grow to love him deeply, after all, I’ll be training him to be a knight for you. Oh! Yes! I must head off to go do a bit of shopping- turns out human babies cannot survive on flower nectar alone and require a thing called powdered milk- what an odd thing…” Lilia quickly gathered his list and money pouch before walking to the door with a smirk. “You will be on babysitting duty~! If he gets fussy, rock him and sing him a lullaby~! Bye~!”
“But Lilia! If I hold something this fragile I- he’s gone…” Malleus sighed but immediately turned to see the newborn stir in his once peaceful sleep and let out his wails of distress. “Oh dear… Silver, that is your name, right? Let’s not cry now- ah- I don’t know any lullabies- wait… maybe this would…?”
Malleus carefully picked up the wailing infant and held him as gently as possible, placing a sturdy hand beneath his bottom and one on his tiny back as he began to sway softly and hum a tune he did not know the origin from. Slowly but surely Silver’s cries softened and his beautiful aurora eyes gazed sleepily up at the draconic fae. Malleus made brief eye contact with the tiny human in his arms and offered him a smile before continuing his humming, sure enough the baby drifted back off to a deep sleep.
He sighed, finally the baby was asleep again- how could one simply awaken to wail their tiny lungs out and then fall asleep as if nothing had happened? It truly confused Malleus, but nevertheless he continued to hold the baby and stare at him, taking in every little detail. Slowly he laid the baby back into his basket bed and continued to stare at him- he noticed a small white spot on Silver’s pointer finger resembling what one May consider a scar, he brushed the idea off as it was likely a birthmark. Malleus brushed a gentle finger across his pudgy cheeks, earning an adorable squeak from the baby boy as he stretched a small arm up, eventually latching his small hand onto Malleus’s finger.
Malleus froze, the human infant held his finger as tightly as he could, smiling in his sleep. Curious creatures humans were, despite his hatred towards humans he was slowly softening his feelings of such hatred as the baby held his finger- one so small not fearing a creature such as himself, a creature of the night and a fae of darkness. Surely this human would grow to fear him and even Lilia, right?
No, Malleus shook his head, he likely would not grow to fear the darkness as such creatures were the majority in the Briar Valley. Though, it was obvious from looking at the baby that he would indeed grow pure of heart and full of light, those few seconds of staring into those beautiful eyes of his were enough for Malleus to see that much.
Those eyes, those aurora eyes… Why were they so familiar to him? Malleus shook his head, it was likely just a matter of his imagination, nothing more.
“So small and yet so fearless to have reached out and have taken the hand of darkness itself… have you not an ounce of fear, Child of Man?” He asked softly, knowing full well that an answer was completely out of the question from the baby. “Silver, I suppose it’s a better time than any to bestow a gift upon you, I hereby bless you with the gift of kindness, may you always find the good in everyone in this era of peace…”
Suddenly Silver’s aurora eyes fluttered open and he looked up at Malleus giggling happily, Malleus could not help but chuckle a bit himself, tracing Silver’s face once more with his finger.
“I see you have awakened to laugh before your future king, brave of you, beasty, let’s see if you are brave enough to handle a dragon’s roar and a bit of fire, hm?”
Malleus let out a draconic growl and a small puff of green fire before the baby, trying to be as intimidating as possible but he was only met with more giggles and smiles- how strange, humans would normally fear the roar of a dragon and the sight of fire, this little one seemed to take it as a form of entertainment.
“Beastie, I do believe I hate you for this… have you not an ounce of fear? I- more giggles, really now? Not even my fangs frighten you?”
Alas there was no fear from the baby, he just continued to laugh at his prince and reach up to him happily as if he could sense that Malleus was not one to fear but to love. Malleus smirked and gently wiggled a finger across Silver’s bare baby belly causing the most adorable giggles to erupt from him.
“You might just be the first human to not fear me, beasty… for that I must applaud you, being brave enough to be so carefree before me fufufufu~”
The door to the cottage slowly opened and there was Lilia with his baby haul smirking at the sight of Malleus being so gentle and loving towards the baby he just an hour ago gave a look of disgust towards. Malleus froze- immediately composing himself and pretending that nothing happened, not daring to look Lilia in the eye as he huffed a little in embarrassment.
“What’s that, Malleus? Can’t face me because you are embarrassed to admit you find your new baby brother adorable~? Hmmm~?”
“Lilia, that is not at all what- hmph- I suppose he is not half bad as I believed… I suppose I can stay a bit longer to um, assist in caring for this Child of Man…”
Lilia only laughed as he picked up Silver, gently swaying him in his arms and placing some kisses atop his soft, fluffy hair all while his baby nuzzled closer to his warmth, cooing softly. “Did you miss me? Yes you did! You are truly the cutest little thing, turning Malleus here into a softie, good boy!”
“Lilia, that’s not-” Malleus sighed and hid a smile, “I suppose arguing is pointless.”
“Good! Now let’s get him fed and in the bath! Now where is that coffee mug for me to feed him his milk….”
“Oh dear…” Sevens above help this baby boy survive Lilia’s parenting tactics…
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