#gem reader

[gatitties]

Hello :)) could i request a straw hat, heart pirates (law) , kidd pirates(kidd and killer) having a gem! Reader (from steven universe) that can fuse with people? (Its not a devil fruit and they are actually a side project from vegapunk).

If its too many characters, perhaps only the strawhats?

Have a nice day ♡

—Strawhats, Heart Pirates & Kid Pirates x gem!reader

—Summary: A Vegapunk experiment gives you life, a gem with powers beyond a simple devil fruit user.

—Warnings: none

I apologize again for another break :/ and sorry if this is a bit brief, I don't know much about Steven Universe or what a gem can do specifically

─ It feels strange to have any kind of power that isn't conceived by a devil fruit, but at least you have the advantage of being able to swim in the sea.

─ Robin and Chopper are the most interested in how your abilities work; the fact that you can bond with someone who isn't a gem is fascinating.

─ Luffy will just want to team up with you for fun; you'll have to explain to him that you should only do it at certain times.

─ You tend to combine more with those who already have a powers; Luffy, Robin, or Brook, you're usually more powerful because they already have other abilities.

─ Although combining your own powers with Sanji's kicks, Zoro's sword style, or Nami, Usopp, and Jinbe's knowledge is also very beneficial depending on the situation.

─ Franky is the most excited to do the little dance to blend in with you, unlike Zoro, who prefers not to have to.

─ Sometimes you've even separated in the middle of a transformation just because you had an internal argument with that person.

─ Once your gem cracked a little, you gave Chopper a heart attack because he'd never seen you hurt before, but it was easily fixed.

─ They're extremely careful not to damage your gem for fear that you won't be able to regenerate.

─ The most aggressive combinations are Zoro, Sanji, and Luffy; the most defensive are Nami, Robin, and Brook.

─ It's quite incredible to see you in action, your abilities as a gem are a complete enigma to him; you just keep coming up with new tricks.

─ But what fascinates him most is your healing process, at first, he found you as a broken gem he was going to sell.

─ Then he found you as a human body, with that broken gem completely repaired attached to you.

─ He asked you a ton of questions and tested you after you joined the crew, even though you were just discovering your powers a bit, you were an experiment, just testing out everything you could do.

─ Then he discovered you could combine with non-gems, you're a real treasure trove of surprises.

─ He loves the way you two combine, your abilities and his knowledge (plus his own power) make you a real threat to your enemies.

— Although Law is very strict about this, you've done some testing and you can't combine for too long, or it will create instability.

—He'll bandage the area where your gem is located to protect it from damage, just in case.

—Combining with Law is both an offensive and defensive card.

— Probably the most unstable (at least Kid) you can mix with.

— Killer is always the best choice, although of all the crews, this is the one where your gem has broken the most.

— They're more careless, but they still worry if your human form disappears for too long.

— Kid is a little devil who enjoys mixing with you even if he has to do that stupid dance, but it's easier for you to end up in your own bodies after a short time.

— His fierceness and spontaneity make the transformation unstable, sometimes even impossible if he's very angry.

— Killer is the one you have the most compatibility with for a battle of attrition, his calm but aggressive nature and your skills combined make you two a very offensive individual for a battle, capable of holding together for longer.

— Although if you're also in a bad mood and you team up with an equally angry Kid, it can become a time bomb.

— It only happens in exceptional cases, where there is a rush to crush opponents effectively and quickly with aggression.

[uwukillmenowowo]

Could I request (land of the lustrous) Bort x male reader

M!reader personality:

Could m!reader act like a tsundere and not talk to much, could also have anger issues?

Also could m!reader be based of the gem called: "Aquamarine" ?, Aquamarines hardnesses is 7.5 - 8 btw, you can choose whether m!reader is 7.5 or 8 (Aquamarine is not a character btw) and m!readers nickname could be aqua (like Phosphophyllite is called phos

Okie Dokie anon!

👍

Fly Me to the Moon

[Cover by: me/Kumon]



[Bort X Male! Aquamarine! Reader]



Fandoms:

Houseki No Kuni/Land of the Lustrous



Trigger warnings:

- Angst

- Gaslighting/Emotional Manipulation



[Main Characters:]

[They would've been called they/them but I just gave them these genders so that I don't get confused]

- Reader/Aquamarine - Male - Hardness: 8

- Bort - Male - Hardness: 10

- Phosphophyllite - Male - Hardness: 3.5

- Cairngorm - Male - Hardness: 7

- Diamond - Female - Hardness: 10

- Yellow Diamond - Female - Hardness: 10

- Kogo-Sensei - Male - Hardness: XXXXX



[Notes:] 

- This takes place during the eighth and ninth manga. When Phos comes back from the moon and tries t convince other gems to come back with him to the moon.

- Bort is younger than Reader/Aquamarine [For plot]

- Sorry if you wanted something more wholesome Anon

- I know you said that you wanted a tsundere reader but when I finally finished this I realized that it was more of a tsundere Bort. The reader is still quiet yet angry, and a bit tsun tsun, but I feel I made Bort more tsun tsun than reader



History before the story:

- Before Bort. Reader/Aquamarine used to be paired with Diamond.

- Before Reader/Aquamarine was introduced to Bort, Diamond used to tell Reader/Aquamarine that Bort was a gem who only liked to fight.

- Because of that. Reader/Aquamarine didn't really have a good first impression of Bort.

- And the feeling was mutual when you and Bort first met.

- You saw him as a macho fighting jerk and he saw you as someone who was weaker than you looked.

- That was... until Diamond got struck by a Lunarian's arrow pretty badly.

- Rutile couldn't perform fast enough for Dia to go on patrol since there were others who were injured.

- So Bort went in her place.

- Bort expected you to be useless. Only being able to do a bit of damage.

- But H O L Y  S H I T

- When he saw you absolutely dominate Lunarian ass. You could say he was inspired. When he was the most recent gem the first others in his life was Dia and Yellow. He didn't spend much time with Yellow so Dia was mostly his only influence.

- Unfortunately with his attitude, Bort never appreciates Dia's attempts.

- Then there was you.

- Ever since your first pairing Bort has been asking Kogo-Sensei t pair with you often.

- Bort says it's because he wants to train under you. Since he was still a bit new t the world and Kogo-Sensei agreed. 

- Of course, Kogo-Sensei knew the signs. He was impressed that the Lustrous have been able to figure out those emotions. He thought that the Lustrous have only been able to feel normal emotions. But not deeper ones. So he's been allowing  Bort to pair as many times as he wants with Reader/Aquamarine.

- Thus, months turned to years.

- You and Bort have gotten closer

- And by that I mean Bort has been silently admiring you while you're trying to deny everything.

- Bort has been trying to be more like you. Quiet and calm, graceful while fighting, strong, powerful, not showing weakness to anyone.

- And you noticed his change in demeanour.

- You must admit when you first met you thought he was going to be an annoying prick. Like how Lapiz Lazuli was. but he wasn't. 

- He merely just ignored you and you ignored him.

- But after fighting side by side for so long you started to feel... excited, whenever the both of you would change partners just to team up. of course, you never showed it since you'd be too embarrassed to.

- Now, since he was unknown to most things and Dia and Yellow were his first partners there were many things he didn't know of. 

- And you were the one to show him true pain. 

- The pains of watching a gem being taken away.

- That was with one of your best friends, Blue Topaz. That day turned you from a humble, calm gem. Into an internally emotional train wreck. With more anger issues.

- You've witnessed many gems getting taken but Blue Topaz has got the be the most influential on you... and Bort.

- Bort was terrified for you and the others after that. Ever since he saw Blue Topaz get shattered before him, and then taken away forever he's been scared about you. Of course, he tries not to show it.

- Ever since that he's been trying his hardest to get stronger in order to protect the others.

- And then after many years Phosphophyllite came into the world.

- This upset Bort for more reasons than he can count.

- Phos is one of the lowest hardness gems and is practically useless in everything. But for some reason, Reader/Aquamarine finds that uselessness "cute"

- Thus began the hatred for the mint green gem.

- Phos on the other hand, was completely oblivious to the hateful stalker stares that Bort was giving him.

- But that didn't matter to him if others hated him. He has a super cool, humble, awesome, strong, quiet, supportive big brother after all!

- The entirety of his life, Phos has been babysat by Reader/Aquamarine... Probably because they almost look alike. The only difference is that Reader/Aquamarine is more on the blue side with a Hardness of 8 [And is taller]. While Phosphophyllite was more on the green side with a hardness of 3.5 [And is hella short].

- But that just made Phos feel that much more loved. He truly does see Reader/Aquamarine as his older brother.

- During all his hardships, Reader/Aquamarine was always there for him. Whenever he gets shattered, destroyed, or feels like he's about to give up. Reader/Aquamarine was there to get him out of dark times.

- Then there was the time Bort teamed up with Phos.

- Bort has been keeping all the anger and jealousy that has been directed to Phos and when they got to the cliffside for duty it took everything in Bort's crystallized body to not shatter Phosphophyllite right then and there.

- But Bort kept himself restrained because he knew that if he shattered Phosphophyllite then Aqua would not only scold him, but hate him.

- Bort didn't want to lose him so he made up reasons to hate Phosphophyllite.

- Then there was hibernation. Hibernation has got to be Bort's favourite time of the year. Because each time Bort gets to sleep besides Reader/Aquamarine.

- Both of them didn't mind each other's company though.

- And when they woke up Phosphophyllite has changed again. Golden arms.

- Reader/Aquamarine was especially worried since Phos's personality had changed.

- Then there was the news about Antarc.

- Reader/Aquamarine wasn't close to him but after hearing Phos's explanation He knew that Phos cared about the winter gem.

- This pissed off Bort more. And then there was chaos. While Phos got examined by Rutile, Bort kept trying to lift up Aqua's mood. Only to be pushed away and yelled at. [Reader/Aquamarine actually just got too flustered and didn't know how to respond]

- When Bort was pushed away he was jealous and angry again. So he went after Phos again. Trying to test him because of his arms.

- After that, Phos didn't interact with Reader/Aquamarine that much. [Due to Bort's sabotage >:)]

- It was alright though... time went on...

- Until...

{Your POV}

~~~~~

"Sensei! Lunarians!"

I turned around to see Benito running toward Bort and I. "Benito! What kind!" I yelled. "It's the old type but Phossy and Cairngorm are having trouble!" I went wide-eyed and gave Bort a glance. I then looked back at Bort in worry. "Let's go." Bort nodded and we ran off, but when we got there...

"That was Cairngorm!" I grit my teeth "Where's Phos!?" We got closer and closer.

But Phos wasn't there. I looked up at the Lunarians and got close to the cliff as possible. "Phos?!"

"PHOS!!"

I was very close to throwing my sword but Bort held my hand, telling me not to. I just glared at the disappearing cloud. "We're... too late. let's get back." I felt Bort's gloved hand pat my shoulder and I just snarled, feeling angry at the Lunarians.

I turned around, accidentally shoving Bort's hand off and walked away.

{Bort's POV}

~~~~~

It's been a few days since Phosphophyllite has been captured. Aqua's mental stability has been getting worse lately. I've tried my best to help him out but he would either push me away and yell or stay quiet and leave. I've been getting worried more and more. With this mindset, I know for a fact that he was going to get himself shattered.

And that honestly scared the hell out of me.

I saw him sitting beside the water so I approached behind him. "...Aqua..?" I started. He didn't speak. I was going to sit down beside him but then sighed. If I did he'd get up and leave again. So I just stood behind him. Aqua continued to stare at the water. I wanted to help him, I really did.

This was the second time he's lost someone of great importance after all. Blue Topaz... now that dolt... I just stared at Aqua's back who looked more sad now. I didn't like seeing him like that.

"*GASP* SENSEI!! SENSEI!!"

I looked up, and so did Aquamarine.

"Hemi..?" Aqua questioned. Hemimorphite stopped at us. "BORT! AQUA! A-A NEW TYPE! PHOSSY! UPSIDEDOWN BLACK SPOT!!" Aqua gasped and shot up, surprising me. "What was that second part?" "W-We saw something Phossy by the beach!" Without warning Aqua ran off. "Dame! Hemi- Go inform Sensei!" I ordered before running after Aquamarine.

He always does this to the gems he cares about most.

We made it to the beach and... Hemi was right. The Lunarians were bringing up a gem that really did look like Phos. Since I was further away, I couldn't react but Aqua did. He jumped up and unsheathed his sword, swinging it at the new Lunarian

But then he got knocked back. I growled and ran forward, catching him so that he didn't fall into the sand. "A-Aquamarine! Bort!" I heard one of the younger gems cry. The new Lunarian swung again. But both me and Aqua were able to dodge. "Waahh! Bort! We're sorry!" "Aqua! Behind it!" "It's Phossy!"

"We know!" Aqua and I yelled. Then we charged again when we saw Phos almost getting captured for the second time. I slid under the Lunarian's legs while Aqua jumped over it, using its head to jump up and was able to grab Phos by his loose, extended, golden arms. While I felt myself getting pulled by my "hair" it didn't hurt much. All of a sudden, the Lunariens disintegrated.

Sensei was here...

{Your POV}

~~~~~

I held Phos tightly as we fell into the water. I didn't care if I was starting to shatter due to the touch.

Phos Was Back!

Someone actually came back to me. "Phos?" I questioned as I helped him up in the water. "Hmmm..." Then I heard the younger gems speak, "Sensei! Phossy! It's a Phossy thing!" "Sensei look! It's Phos isn't it?!"

That's when I noticed something. "Phos... That eye." I mentioned. To my surprise, Phos looked away. I gave a hurt expression and then walked to Bort's side while Phos talked to Sensei. "Oi..." I looked at Bort, asking what. "That was really cool. But don't do stuff like that. You're worrying me." I felt myself feeling weird again and looked away. "I-I'm content! Phos is here after all! And from the moon no less.

"Sure... Let's get back to the school." I nodded. We all started to walk back, the younger gems asking Phos questions while Bort and I walked in (stupidly comfortable) silence.

Now, when we reached school I wanted nothing more than to spend my time with Phos. But Bort held me back, saying that the others will be curious and will bombard Phos with questions and that it'll be easier to ask him later. I wanted to protest against it but after remembering how the younger gems reacted. "*Sigh* Fine... I'll... talk to him later." Bort pat my back, smiling at me before walking off and I covered my face with my hands in embarrassment. "That stupid, adorable, reliable diamond relative!" I whisper-yelled.

[Timeskip ~ Night]

Finally, it's nighttime. I walked out of my room and started to roam. But he wasn't in his room. I searched a bit more but I didn't find him. I groaned in annoyance and then walked into the clinic. "Hey. Rutile." "Hello, Aquamarine. What brings you here at this time?" I leaned on the wall and sighed. "Have you seen Phos? I need to talk to 'em." I saw Rutile bite his lower lip and glare at the ground. "I believe he went back to his room." I thanked him and then ran over to Phos's room. Only to see him sleeping.

I sighed in disappointment. "I guess I'll just ask tomorrow..."

[Timeskip ~ The next day]

"Aaaaaqqqqquuuuuaaaa~~~♪"

I felt my cheek getting poked and I shot up, "Hihi~ Good afternoon big brother~" I sat there, shocked. But then flew out of my bed and hugged the gem in front of me. "*Tch* Dummy- How long have you been watching me sleep?" Phos just laughed. "I'm sorry. I actually just got here. Buuuut- It's already past noon." *Gah!* I sweatdropped and looked outside. He was right, it was past noon. I sulked at that.

"Can I sit down?" I nodded at Phos and he sat down on my bed. "So... anything you wanna ask?" I looked down. Not being able to look him in the eye. "Did you... get hurt on the moon?" I heard Phos mumble yes and I felt guilty. Not being able to get to the beach fast enough to help him. "Hey now- I remember that face. Don't do that." I felt Phos pat my back and I smiled back at his supportiveness. "Anything else you wanna ask?"

{Bort's POV}

~~~~~

"Just what happened on the moon?" I froze and didn't take another step. Just so that Phos and Aqua didn't see me. I looked around if anyone would see me but the halls were empty so I stood closer to the doorway to eavesdrop. I know I shouldn't but... "...A lot of things happened." I was shocked to hear that. Based on what the others told me, Phos didn't remember anything.

"I'm going to be honest with you since you're like my brother but you have to promise not to tell anyone." I hear Aqua hum in response. That's when everything came out. Phos PLANNED to get captured to talk to the Lunarians, Sensei was a tool created by humans, all the technology the moon had in their grasps... and the other gems.

To say I was shocked was an understatement. But what came next genuinely made me want to shatter him and made me wish that he stayed on the moon.

"Aquamarine... Come back to the moon with me and some of the others."

"...What..?"

Phos then started to go on and on about how the moon actually was. How nice the Lunarians actually were. How sensei was a bad guy. How everyone would be happier. How he and Aqua would be happier on the moon. 

I got even more pissed off. There is no way that I'm going to let this happen. I swore on my life, when I saw the look of horror on Aqua's face when Blue Topaz got taken that I would protect him. Going back on the moon would just bring more pain to Aquamarine! After what Phos has just revealed about the other gems why would Aqua say yes!? Would he say yes?!

I stood outside the room and felt myself shaking as Phos continued to gaslight Aqua into convincing him to join him and the other gems. "So... what do you say?" I heard Aqua sigh. His breath sounded shakey and there was nothing I wanted to do more than run up and comfort him. "If you're being honest I might as well be too... I want to go to a place without Bort."

I felt something inside me shatter.

"Huh? Why? Don't you... like him?"

Then that something re-pieced itself.

"That's correct. He's always so worried about me. Protective, cute, sweet, and strong, he idolized me... I don't deserve it." I just looked at the floor. "Our entire lives I've just been pushing him away. Being mean, being harsh. Just... being absolute trash. Bort deserves someone who will treat him right. And I know that I won't be fit for the job." Aquamarine... please... don't say that.

"Are... you sure? You've... what was that word? Loved? Yes. You've loved him for a long time. Are you sure you're willing to let someone else snatch him up like that?" I heard Aqua laugh. "As long as they make Bort happy then I don't care. He's done so much for me. And all I've done was push him away, yell, scream, and... *Deep sigh*"

I saw something on the floor and I felt my eyes get blurry. I blinked twice and held a hand up to them. And when I looked at my hand there it was. "Alloy..?" Not. It's not alloy. It's something else. But it was some sort of black liquid.

"I'll let you think about it. I'll see you in the morning Aqua."

I heard Phos get up from Aqua's bed and I ran off as silently as I can.

[Haha- Lol stopping here Like if ya want a pt. 2 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

[In all honesty, my train of thought derailed]

[Hope I did well ;w;]

[lacyblades]

౨ৎ gojo was filthy rich, a ridiculous contrast to any other college student you knew. so, when his birthday rolled around, you couldn't help but feel a little lost trying to figure out how to celebrate.

after all, what do you get a guy who already has everything?

and yet, when you handed him a small, pink gift bag with glittery tissue paper sticking out, he beamed. giggled, even. he was over the moon that you'd remembered.

"you know you didn't have to get me anything, right, sugar?" he said, all swoon-y with the most ridiculous heart-eyes. oh, he was so genuinely grateful that you did. he'd cherish it forever, no matter what it was. honestly, you could've picked up a piece of trash from the curb, and gojo would probably proudly hang it above his bed, maybe even frame it.

"yeah, i know. i just wanted to. it's not much," you admitted, feeling a little sheepish.

he just told you to shut up, because it was everything to him. he was tearing at the tissue paper like a kid on christmas morning.

it was a lighter. a bedazzled one. baby blue with matching silver gemstones and little bursts of glitter. it even had tiny bows and pearls stuck on it. gojo grinned, thanking you profusely, telling you he really did need a new one. he was going to carry it everywhere and only use this one.

"can we put it to the test?" he asked, gazing at you with big, blue, puppy-dog eyes.

"it's your birthday, we can do whatever you want. there's more in there, though," you added, tilting your head innocently. you reached for the discarded bag on the floor, pulling out a single hair tie.

oh. oh.

"i like that idea, sugar, but i have something else in mind." he grinned. "put your hair up anyway, wouldn't want you getting drool in it."

you blinked, a little confused, but half an hour later, you were laid back on the bed, your eyes glazed over as they stared at the ceiling. he was between your legs, stomach-down on the mattress, kicking his legs playfully, a wide smile plastered on his face.

for him, there was no better way to spend his birthday than right here, between your thighs. his tongue flicked against your clit, two fingers sliding in and out of your tight, warm center. slickness coated his chin and the sheets beneath you. between now and then, he'll pause to take a drag, and you can feel the warm smoke hit your stomach, just below your belly button.

each time he leaned up to offer you a hit, nudging the blunt between your lips, you could taste yourself on it.

[sunsburns]

Hey girl I have a request. I think Clark is into body worship, both receiving and giving but I feel he’d be so cute being in the receiving end. He’s Superman, he gets praise all the time and takes it in stride, but when it comes to you? Oh he gets shy, his cheeks are pink, he stutters a bit. When you tell him how big he is, there’s always a “…you think so?” “I’m not that big…”. His eyes are glazed when you start kissing and groping him everywhere appreciatively. Clark becomes bashful and flustered because all the praise coming from YOU just hits different. Can you please add onto this 😭😭😭

oh, you are absolutely cooking here. clark being shy and flustered when he’s on the receiving end of body worship? that’s a full-course meal. (18+) ᢉ𐭩

it starts with something small. maybe an offhand compliment while he's getting dressed—your eyes lingering just a second too long, watching how his muscles shift under his skin, the sheer width of him, the way his broad shoulders slope into a tapered waist, strong arms straining slightly as he buttons up his shirt.

“you’re so big.”

three words, simple, but they wreck him.

his hands falter, button slipping from his fingers, and his head turns towards you, brows pinched in disbelief, a soft, breathy laugh escaping him like he’s not sure he heard you right.

“…you think so?”

he’s genuinely unsure. as if he hasn’t had people across the globe marvel at him, as if he isn’t literally superhuman in strength, in stature, in presence. but this—you looking at him like that, eyes dark and full of appreciation, tracing every inch of him with slow, lingering touches—this is different.

“clark, baby,” you hum, stepping in closer, letting your hands drag up his chest, feeling the solid weight of him under your palms. you look up at him, “you’re huge.”

his throat bobs, adam’s apple bobbing with a hard swallow. his skin burns under your touch, warmth radiating from him like a furnace.

“i’m not that big…” he tries, voice going a little weak when your fingers curl around his biceps, giving them an appreciative squeeze.

you just smile, letting your hands wander, mapping the planes of his body like you have all the time in the world. “mm, you are. so big. so strong. so perfect.”

and that’s when it happens—his ears go pink first, then his cheeks, and then that soft, bashful smile creeps onto his face, the kind that makes his dimples show. he can’t handle it. his hands come up like he’s going to stop you, but they just hover, unsure—because does he really want you to stop?

“you—” his voice catches, and he lets out another laugh, this time breathier, shaking his head like he can’t believe you. like he can’t believe he gets you.

but you’re not done. no, now that you see how he’s unravelling, you want more. you press your lips to his collarbone, slow and reverent, and he melts. his body twitches under your mouth, his breath coming out uneven as your kisses trail lower, over his chest, down the ridges of his abs, your hands following close behind, smoothing over every dip, every curve of muscle.

and clark—sweet, sweet clark—is squirming.

“baby,” he breathes, voice cracking just a little as he watches you kneel before him, eyes glazed and heavy-lidded. “you don’t have to—”

“but i want to.” you cut him off, lips ghosting over the center of his stomach, feeling how his muscles flex beneath your mouth. you move lower, pressing your cheek against his crotch. you basically nuzzle against his boner, tracing the shape of it with your lips, mouthing it, kissing it over his clothes.

“you’re so beautiful, clark. so handsome. so perfect.”

his whole face is red now, a helpless, lopsided smile tugging at his lips as he runs a hand through his hair, completely overwhelmed. his body can handle a lot, but this?

“okay, but make it quick.”

[dreamyblanket]

Ohhhh you r getting kissyed 👀

[brittle-doughie]

Essentially.

Look of Y/N Cookie goes to @/desperatelittledemon!

[eli0004]

Thinking of Armin cumming in his pants just from a bit of heavy kissing.

He’s already dizzy the second your tongue pushes into his mouth, so sensitive, he’s softly bucking his hips against your stomach, your thigh, whatever part of you is near enough for him to rub up against. When your hands start roaming his upper body and your lips start moving from his mouth to his neck, suckling on his ivory skin and mouthing over the shell of his ear, he quickly squeezes his thighs together and moans out loud. When you pull away, confusion etched over your features, Armin covers his face in embarrassment, parting his legs to show you the mess he’s made, staining the front of his pants.

[theballadofharkness]

Whisky and Wine: Part 1

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Claire Debella X fem!reader

Summary: The last thing you expected when you came home from your publishers to your older partner Claire’s home was an invitation to her friend’s, Billionaire Miles Bron, private luxury yacht for the weekend. The problem? Claire had been very careful to keep her fellow disrupters away from you, terrified they would ruin yet another aspect of her life. But nobody says no to Miles, so you find yourself surrounded by Claire’s ‘inner circle’.

Word Count: 8.9K

A/N: As per my polls here is my long awaited Claire Debella fic! I’m aware the part 2 poll was still quite 50/50 but this will indeed by a 2-3 parter however each part could work as a stand alone fic for those who are anti multiple parts 💜🪻

Warnings: very slight smut warning so as always MDNI!

The meeting had been a disaster.

You weren’t sure how an hour-long meeting with your publishers had managed to drain every ounce of energy from your body, but as you stepped out of the conference room all you could think about was getting home. The city buzzed around you, the late afternoon sun reflecting off glass buildings, but none of it mattered. You just needed her.

By the time you reached Claire’s house- a sleek, modern place that still somehow managed to feel lived-in- you were practically vibrating with frustration. The moment you stepped inside, dropping your bag near the door, you let out a heavy sigh.

“Claire?” Your voice was quieter than usual, worn-out. You kicked off your shoes and padded further in, following the distant sound of the news murmuring in the living room.

Then you saw her.

Claire was curled up on the couch, barefoot, her reading glasses perched on the edge of her nose as she scrolled through emails on her tablet. She looked up at the sound of your voice, her expression softening the moment she saw you.

“Hey, sweetheart.” She set the tablet down, already reaching for you. “How was the meeting?”

You made a noise somewhere between a groan and a laugh, collapsing onto the couch beside her. “Exhausting. I swear, if I hear the word ‘marketability’ one more time…”

Claire hummed knowingly, shifting so you could rest your head against her shoulder. “Let me guess. They want you to be more brand-friendly? Less ‘moody writer’ and more… what, exactly?”

“Something soulless, probably.” You sighed, letting her warmth seep into you. She smelled like her usual citrus-sandalwood perfume, and as her fingers began tracing absentminded circles on your arm, the tension in your body slowly melted away.

She exhaled through her nose, something almost like a laugh but edged with irritation. “Idiots. You don’t need to change a thing baby.”

There was a beat of silence. Her fingers continued their slow, soothing movements. Then, she pressed a kiss to the top of your head, her lips lingering just a second too long. “You want me to run you a bath?” she murmured. “Or do you just want to stay like this for a while?”

You turned, tilting your head up to look at her. She was watching you with that careful, quiet concern that she never quite knew how to express in words. It made something tighten in your chest.

“This,” you said simply, curling into her. “I just want this.”

Claire let out a breath, one hand slipping into your hair, her other arm wrapping securely around you. “Then this it is,” she murmured, holding you close.

The tension in your shoulders had finally started to ease. Claire’s arms were warm around you, her fingers still tracing slow patterns against your back. The two of you sat there in silence, the sounds of the outside world muffled by the thick glass windows of her home. It was just the two of you in your own little world.

You tilted your head slightly, looking up at her. Claire had taken her reading glasses off at some point, setting them aside, and now she was watching you with that familiar, unreadable expression- half amusement, half something altogether softer.

“What?” you murmured, your voice quieter now, more settled.

She smiled, shaking her head as her hand slid up to cup your jaw. “Nothing,” she said, voice hushed. “Just thinking about how lucky I am.”

Your heart stuttered. It didn’t matter how long you had been with her- Claire always had a way of making you feel like you were the only person in the world.

Her thumb brushed over your cheek, her touch light but intentional. You barely had a moment to react before she guided your chin up and kissed you.

It was slow at first, unhurried, like she was taking her time memorizing every inch of you. Her lips were soft, warm, tasting faintly of the wine she’d been drinking earlier. You sighed into it, letting your hands rest on her waist, feeling the way she leaned into you, pulling you impossibly closer.

Then something shifted.

Maybe it was the way her fingers slid into your hair, tilting your head just so, or the quiet, contented sound she made against your lips. Either way, the kiss deepened, turned more heated, more urgent. Your fingers curled against the fabric of her shirt, needing more-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

The two of you froze. Claire pulled back just slightly, blinking like she had forgotten for a moment that the rest of the world existed.

You groaned, dropping your forehead against her shoulder. “Are you serious?”

Claire exhaled, biting back a smile. “Hold that thought,” she murmured before pressing one last kiss, so quick it was almost teasing, against your lips. Then, with a reluctant sigh, she untangled herself from you and stood up.

As she made her way to the door, you leaned back into the couch, still slightly dazed from the kiss. You could hear Claire unlocking the door, her voice shifting into something a little more polished, you recognised it immediately as her politician voice.

“Yes?”

“Mrs Debella?” a male voice asked.

“Miss” she corrected exasperatedly.

“Whatever. Special delivery from Alpha Industries.”

At that, your brows knit together, the name instantly recognizable. You sat up slightly, twisting to look toward the front door.

Claire hesitated for half a second before responding. “Right. Thanks.”

You heard the rustling of a package being handed over and then the door shutting again. Claire walked back into the room, a sleek black box in her hands. It was marked with the unmistakable Alpha logo.

You gave her a look. “Miles?”

She let out a sigh, setting the package down on the coffee table. “Looks like it.”

There was something about the way she said it- carefully neutral, but you knew her too well. You had heard enough about Miles Bron and the so-called “Disruptors” to know Claire didn’t take anything from them lightly. Still, she had kept you at a distance from it all. You knew them by name, by the stories she told late at night with a drink in her hand, her voice edged with frustration or reluctant nostalgia. But you had never met them.

Because Claire hadn’t wanted you to.

Your eyes flickered between the box and Claire, whose expression had turned slightly unreadable again. Whatever was inside, you had a feeling it wasn’t just some casual gift.

“Are you going to open it?” you asked.

Claire rubbed her temple, exhaling slowly. “Yeah,” she muttered, more to herself than to you. “I guess I am.”

You sat back, watching as she rubbed a hand over her face before dropping onto the couch beside you, staring at the box like it might explode. You had seen Claire in enough high-pressure situations to know when something was actually bothering her.

“Claire.” You nudged her thigh with your knee, drawing her attention back to you. “Why does this feel like a problem?”

She hesitated, then sighed. “Because I’ve kept you separate from that part of my life for a reason,” she admitted. “And if this is what I think it is… that’s about to change.”

You swallowed, glancing at the box again.

Claire lifted the lid, her movements slower than usual, like she was bracing herself. Inside, nestled in layers of expensive black tissue paper, was an envelope- thick, pristine, sealed with a wax emblem stamped with the Alpha Industries logo.

You can’t help but roll your eyes at the unnecessary decadence. Of course it’s fucking wax-sealed. You leaned in as she cracked it open, pulling out what could only be described as the most obnoxious invitation you had ever seen. The card stock was absurdly thick, edged in real gold leaf, with deep blue calligraphy that looked handcrafted.

Claire’s name was printed at the top in bold lettering, followed immediately by yours. Your stomach did a weird little flip.

“Wait,” you said, pointing. “I’m invited?”

Claire’s body had gone very, very still.

Her eyes scanned the page again, her expression shifting from irritation to something sharper. Her mouth pressed into a thin line, and she swallowed once, like she was trying to keep herself from reacting too much.

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on your knees. “Do they… know about me?”

Claire didn’t answer right away. Instead, she set the box down on the coffee table with a little too much precision, like she needed to make sure it stayed perfectly in place.

“They know I got divorced,” she spoke carefully. “But I don’t think they know about you.”

You could see it happening in real time- her mind running through every possibility, every scenario. She never told them about you. She made sure she never told them about you.

And yet…

“So how did Miles find out?” you asked slowly.

Claire didn’t answer right away. She was still staring at the invitation, her thumb brushing absently over your name, like she was trying to make sense of it.

“I don’t know,” she finally admitted, her voice quieter now. “I never told him. I never told any of them.”

That unsettled you more than you wanted to admit. Claire had been so careful about keeping you out of that part of her life- out of the press, out of the Disruptors’ orbit. But somehow, Miles had found out. And now he was inviting you into his world.

You glanced back down at the invitation. The details were written in Miles’ usual over-the-top way:

A Long Weekend of Luxury & Intrigue

Miles Bron’s Private Yacht – The Mediterranean

An Exclusive Getaway for My Closest Friends… and Their Loved Ones.

Travel arrangements to come, please forward any dietary requirements.

You frowned, tapping the words. “Loved ones,” you muttered. “Like he’s trying to make some kind of point.”

Claire let out a humorless laugh. “That’s exactly what he’s doing.”

Your gaze flickered back to her face. “Are we going?”

Claire ran a hand through her hair, exhaling slowly. “We don’t have a choice.” Something about the way she said it sent a shiver down your spine.

~

The sun was high, turning the Mediterranean into a stretch of endless sapphire. The dock where you stood was private, the kind of place reserved for the ultra-rich, with sleek yachts bobbing in the water and staff dressed in crisp white uniforms.

It felt unreal- like stepping into a different world, one that wasn’t meant for you.

You adjusted the hem of your sundress, feeling the warm breeze skim over your skin. The air here was different from back home- saltier, heavier with the scent of the ocean and something expensive you couldn’t quite name.

Claire’s fingers curled around your wrist before sliding down to lace her fingers with yours.

You glanced up at her. “You okay?”

She was wearing her signature sunglasses, but you could still see the tension in her jaw, the way she kept scanning the dock as if preparing for battle.

“I’m fine,” she said, a little too quickly.

You hummed, unconvinced.

For someone who had been relatively composed about this whole trip, Claire was not composed now. You had noticed it the second you stepped out of the car- how she had kept close to you, touching you more than usual.

Not that you minded.

Her hand slid down to your hip, fingers toying with the hem of your dress as she pulled you in against her side. “You look beautiful,” she murmured, her lips brushing just behind your ear.

A shiver ran through you. “Thank you,” you murmured, tilting your head slightly as her fingers tightened against your waist.

She had been like this since you left the U.S.- clingy, possessive, like she was afraid you might slip through her fingers if she let go for even a second. Normally, Claire wasn’t big on public displays of affection, but now? Now she couldn’t seem to stop touching you. You weren’t stupid. You knew what this was.

“Claire.” You turned slightly in her hold, placing a hand against her chest. “Talk to me.”

Her jaw tensed. For a second, you thought she might deflect again, but then she sighed and slipped her sunglasses off, rubbing at her temple.

“This is just… a lot,” she admitted. “I don’t know how they’re going to react.”

You swallowed. “To me?”

“To us.” Her grip on you tightened for just a second before she exhaled, forcing herself to ease up. “I don’t want you to regret coming.”

You softened, sliding a hand up to cup her face. “I won’t.”

Claire searched your eyes, something unspoken flickering in her own. Then, with a sigh, she pressed her forehead against yours, her fingers still gripping your waist like she needed to ground herself.

“I love you,” she murmured, so quiet you almost didn’t hear it.

Your breath hitched. She had said it before- countless times, in bed, in the quiet safety of her home. But now, standing in the open, just minutes away from walking into her world, it felt different.

Like a promise.

Before you could respond, the low hum of an approaching engine made Claire stiffen.

You both turned just in time to see the yacht appearing in the distance- massive, gleaming, an undeniable symbol of Miles Bron’s excess.

Claire inhaled sharply. “Here we go.”

You laced your fingers through hers, squeezing once. “Together?”

She looked at you, exhaled, and squeezed back.

“Together.”

The yacht was getting closer, and so was the inevitable reality of this weekend. Claire hadn’t let go of you yet- her hand still resting firmly against your hip, her fingers pressing absently into the soft fabric of your dress like she needed to reassure herself that you were there.

The first taxi pulled up to the dock, the back door swinging open.

Lionel Toussaint stepped out, looking sharp even after what must have been a long flight. His suit was crisp but effortless, like he had mastered the art of looking put-together without trying too hard. He adjusted the strap of his bag over his shoulder, taking in the view before his eyes landed on Claire.

His face lit up.

“Well, well,” he said, amusement threading through his voice. “Madame Governor.”

Claire grinned. “Hey, genius.”

They met halfway, embracing briefly but warmly, and you could tell immediately that Lionel was the one Claire was closest to in this group. There was an ease between them, a familiarity that softened some of the tension humming beneath Claire’s skin.

“You good?” Lionel asked as they pulled back.

Claire let out a breath. “Yeah. You?”

He gave her a tired but knowing look. “Ask me again in 48 hours.”

Claire chuckled, shaking her head.

You waited politely beside her, fingers grazing her wrist. Lionel’s eyes flickered to you, but there was no real recognition there- just a brief, dismissive glance before he turned his attention back to Claire, already moving on. And that told you everything.

He didn’t ignore you outright. He just… didn’t register you as important enough to greet.

Claire, however, wasn’t having that.

She cleared her throat pointedly and turned slightly toward you. “Lionel, this is my partner,” she said, her voice carefully even. “Y/N.”

It took half a second too long for Lionel to react.

His brows pulled together in visible confusion, like he had misheard her. His gaze finally settled on you properly, scanning you for the first time, and you could feel him trying to make sense of it.

“Your what?”

Claire’s expression barely flickered, but you could feel her body tense beside you. “My partner,” she repeated, her tone a fraction cooler.

Lionel blinked. His brain was clearly short-circuiting as he tried to recalibrate everything he thought he knew about Claire.

“I didn’t know you liked women,” he said finally, sounding genuinely puzzled.

Your stomach twisted.

Claire let out a dry, humorless laugh. “That’s funny,” she said. “Because I don’t remember ever having to tell you who I sleep with.”

Lionel held up his hands slightly, like he hadn’t meant anything by it. “No, I just-” He exhaled, clearly still processing, before his gaze flicked back to you, then back to Claire.

“She’s, uh… she’s a little young for you, don’t you think?”

There it is.

He was still talking about you, not to you, like you weren’t standing right there, like you weren’t fully aware of the judgment bleeding into his voice.

Claire’s grip on you tightened.

You weren’t sure if it was meant to be reassuring or if she was just holding herself back from punching Lionel in the face.

Your lips parted, ready to say something, but Claire beat you to it.

“She’s an adult,” she said sharply. “And I don’t need your fucking approval, Lionel.”

Lionel sighed, running a hand over his face like this was all so exhausting for him.

“I’m just saying,” he muttered. “It’s unexpected, that’s all.”

Claire exhaled sharply, her free hand finding your wrist and running her thumb over your pulse like she was grounding herself. “Sorry to disappoint,” she said flatly.

Lionel finally—finally—looked at you again, his expression unreadable.

“So… what do you do for work?” he asked, his tone more polite than interested.

“I’m a writer.” You finally spoke up, not particularly moved to go into your whole history for a man that was clearly disinterested.

He nodded back, like that was enough information, then turned to Claire again. “You bringing her on the yacht, then?”

Claire didn’t answer right away. You could feel the tension in her shoulders, the way she was fighting the urge to snap at him. But she just plastered on a tight smile.

“Looks like it.”

Lionel just hummed in response, glancing back toward the water as if this conversation was already over.

You felt Claire’s fingers tighten around yours, the silent message clear: Ignore him.

But something told you this trip was going to be a lot longer than you thought.

Lionel had already shifted into work mode, scrolling through his phone, agreeing with Claire in earnest as she muttered something under her breath about ‘Miles and his goddamn theatrics.’

You were still standing close to her, fingers laced with hers, trying to shake off the weirdness of Lionel’s reaction when another car pulled up to the dock.

It wasn’t subtle.

A gleaming white luxury SUV rolled to a stop, music blaring from the inside. The door swung open, and before you even saw her, you heard her.

“Oh my GOD! this heat? I’m obsessed!”

Birdie Jay stepped out in a billowing, brightly colored designer cover-up, her sunglasses comically oversized, her hair perfectly styled despite her dramatic complaints about the weather. Behind her, Peg struggled to haul out an impossible number of designer suitcases, her expression already exhausted.

“Claire! Lionel!” Birdie practically shrieked as she spotted them, arms flinging open in excitement.

Claire barely had time to react before Birdie was on her, pulling her into a hug that was somehow both enthusiastic and completely self-serving.

“Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in forever!” Birdie gushed, stepping back to hold Claire at arm’s length. “You look so good, babe- tell me, did you get a little lift?”

Claire’s smile was tight. “No, Birdie.”

“Well, whatever you’re doing, keep doing it.” Birdie winked before turning to Lionel, throwing her arms around him with just as much energy. “And you, genius boy, looking all serious as usual.”

Lionel barely managed a chuckle before Birdie released him, finally noticing you.

Her sunglasses slid down her nose as she openly stared.

“Wait.” She pointed dramatically. “Stranger danger. Who is this?”

Claire’s grip on you tightened immediately, her body shifting slightly in front of yours like some kind of shield.

“Birdie,” she said, voice edged with warning. “Stop it.”

Birdie gasped, pressing a manicured hand to her chest. “Oh my god, did I say something wrong?”

Claire exhaled sharply. “She’s my partner.”

Birdie blinked. “Your what?”

Claire’s patience was hanging on by a thread. “My girlfriend, Bird.”

Birdie let out a delighted squeal, clapping her hands together. “Shut up! Oh my god, Claire, you’re into girls? Since when? Well you did always dress in a lot of masculine beige outfits… oh my god did you have a crush on me?”

Peg, still lugging suitcases out of the SUV, muttered, “Oh my god, Birdie, please.”

Claire’s shoulders tensed, but you could see the way she was bracing for Birdie’s next thoughtless comment.

Birdie’s eyes flicked between you and Claire, her head tilting. “Wait, hold on, isn’t she, like-” She squinted at you. “- a baby?”

You stiffened slightly. Claire, on the other hand, visibly clenched her jaw.

“She’s an adult, Birdie,” she said, tone clipped.

Birdie just grinned, completely oblivious. “I love this new era for you Claire.” She leaned in closer,, “I mean, go off, queen- find yourself a little hot young thing-”

Claire groaned, rubbing a hand over her face.

Peg, clearly at her limit, slammed the car trunk shut and turned to Birdie with the deadest expression imaginable. “Can we please just get on the boat?”

Birdie waved a dismissive hand. “Yes, yes, I’m going.” She turned back to you, flashing a megawatt smile. “Well, welcome to the shitshow, babe!”

And with that, she strutted toward the dock, leaving you standing there, still processing whatever the hell just happened.

Claire let out a slow, deep breath.

“I told you,” she muttered, rubbing your back as if that could somehow erase the past five minutes.

The air was already thick with tension from Birdie’s arrival, but then the roar of an approaching engine shattered the relative calm.

You turned just in time to see a massive, gleaming black motorcycle pulling up to the dock, kicking up dust and salt air as it skidded to a dramatic stop.

And then, of course, the gunfire. Two deafening BANG! BANG! shots into the sky. You nearly jumped out of your skin.

“Jesus fuck,” Claire muttered under her breath, while Lionel just pinched the bridge of his nose.

Duke Cody swung one massive leg off the bike, holstering his pistol like this was just another Tuesday. His biceps strained against his tactical vest, the mirrored sunglasses doing nothing to hide his shit-eating grin.

Right behind him, Whisky dismounted, long legs swinging off the bike as she pulled off her helmet, shaking out her perfect blonde waves like she was in a goddamn commercial.

“Hell yeah, baby!” Duke whooped, spreading his arms wide as he approached the group. “Who’s ready to party?”

Birdie, of course, squealed and sprinted straight into his arms.

“Duuuuuuke!” she shrieked as he lifted her clean off the ground.

“Birdie, my girl!” Duke spun her once before setting her down, slapping Lionel on the back next. “My man! How we doin’?”

Lionel sighed but accepted the hug. “Duke.”

Then Duke turned to Claire, grinning as he pulled her in for an aggressively firm hug.

“Claire! How’s politics? Bunch of bullshit, huh?”

Claire grimaced as she pulled away. “As always.”

Duke let out a booming laugh before his gaze finally landed on you.

He frowned slightly, sunglasses tilting down as he gave you a once-over. “Wait a minute- who’s this? You tight with Miles?”

Claire’s spine snapped straight. “She’s my partner,” she said before you could even open your mouth.

Duke’s eyebrows shot up before his face split into a wide, very male grin. “Ohhhh,” he drawled. “Girl on girl, huh? Sounds hot.”

You physically cringed. Claire, on the other hand, made a sound so close to an actual growl that Lionel had to clear his throat.

“Duke, no,” Peg muttered from somewhere behind her stack of luggage.

“Duke. Stop.” Claire snapped, glaring at Duke like she was two seconds from punching him.

Duke, completely unbothered, just chuckled. “Hey, I call ‘em like I see ‘em.”

Before Claire could actually strangle him, Whisky finally approached, sliding past Duke and straight toward you.

“Oh my god,” she said, all breathy excitement, her arms already opening. “It’s so good to meet you.”

And then, suddenly, you were being hugged.

You blinked, startled but not opposed, as Whisky wrapped you up in genuine warmth. She smelled like vanilla and sunscreen, her long, tanned arms squeezing you tightly before pulling back with an easy, dazzling smile.

“You’re, like, the only other person here who gets it,” she said under her breath , gripping your shoulders. “This group is insane, but don’t worry, babe- I got you.”

You blinked again. “Oh. Uh- thank you?”

Claire, meanwhile, was staring at Whisky like she had just committed a crime. You felt the exact moment her arm snaked around your waist, her grip firm, possessive.

Whisky, oblivious, just beamed at you. “We’re gonna stick together, okay?”

Claire’s fingers dug into your side. “Actually,” she cut in, her voice way too even, “she’ll be sticking with me.”

Whisky finally seemed to notice the tension and raised her perfectly arched brows, glancing between you and Claire.

“Oh,” she said, smirking slightly. “I see how it is.”

You didn't miss the way Claire’s hold on you tightened, like she thought Whisky might actually steal you right in front of her.

Duke, meanwhile, clapped his hands together, completely unaware of the subtle war happening in front of him. “Alright, enough chit-chat- where’s this big-ass boat?”

Claire exhaled sharply, but her grip on you didn’t loosen. Yeah this was gonna be a long weekend.

The yacht finally docked, looming ahead of you, sleek and impossibly expensive, rocking slightly in the clear blue waters of the Mediterranean. A crew of staff was already waiting on deck, dressed in crisp white uniforms, making last-minute preparations as the boat docked.

Miles Bron finally appeared, stepping onto the upper deck like a king surveying his kingdom. Arms wide, sunglasses reflecting the sun, dressed in linen like he had personally invented wealth.

“My closest friends!” he boomed, his voice carrying over the dock. “My fellow Disruptors!”

Claire exhaled so hard you felt it.

Miles grinned, throwing his arms open like he expected the group to cheer for him.

“I’m so glad you all could make it,” he continued, gesturing grandly at the yacht behind him. “This weekend is gonna be legendary. We’re talking relaxation, revelation, innovation-”

Lionel sighed. “Can we just get on the boat?”

Miles laughed, pointing at him. “That’s my guy! Always straight to business.”

Claire muttered under her breath, “Oh my god, I can’t do this.”

You squeezed her hand. “Too late now.”

One by one, the group greeted him, stepping onto the yacht like they were walking onto the red carpet.

Birdie was all over him immediately, throwing her arms around his neck. “Miles, darling! I’ve missed you!”

Miles chuckled, squeezing her tight. “Birdie Jay, my shining star!”

Behind her, Peg staggered forward, hauling an ungodly amount of luggage up the gangway, struggling as she tried to keep up.

Claire leaned toward you. “Should we…?”

You glanced at Peg, whose face was bright red from exertion, and whispered back, “She’s gotta learn to leave Birdie.”

Claire let out a quiet huff of laughter.

Duke approached next, gripping Miles in one of those firm, testosterone-heavy handshakes before pulling him into a half-hug. “My man, look at you. Alpha as fuck.”

Miles lapped it up, grinning. “Duke, my brother, always bringing that energy.”

Then…Whisky.

You expected her to greet him like the others, but instead, she melted into his arms. And lingered. Her arms looped around his neck, and Miles held her just a little too close, his hand pressed way too low on her back.

Claire stiffened beside you. Your eyes met hers, both of you sharing suspicious looks. Whisky finally pulled back, giving Miles a dazzling smile before stepping onto the boat. Miles smoothed a hand down his shirt, still grinning like a man who was absolutely getting laid that night.

Claire’s grip on your waist tightened. “Fucking figures.”

Finally, it was your turn.

Miles’ gaze slid over to you, his sunglasses lowering slightly as his lips curled into that infuriatingly smug grin.

“And who do we have here?” he asked, voice smooth, curious.

You blinked. “Uh… you put my name on the invitation?”

For a split second, his expression flickered- just the faintest tell that, yeah, he absolutely knew that. But then it was gone, replaced by an easy chuckle as he spread his hands like it had just slipped his mind.

“Of course! Of course,” he said, nodding. “Just had to put a face to the name.”

Bullshit.

You knew it. He knew it.

And judging by the way Claire’s body tensed beside you, *she* definitely knew it, too. Before you could say anything else, Claire’s grip on you tightened.

“She’s mine, Miles,” she said- sharp, firm, final. Not my partner. Not we’re together. Just mine.

Miles raised his hands in mock surrender, the smirk never leaving his face. “Hey, love that for you, Claire.”

Claire didn’t move. Didn’t let go. Didn’t break her glare. You felt the way her fingers curled against your waist, the unspoken weight in her hold. It wasn’t just about you anymore. She’d just watched Whisky drape herself all over him. She’d just clocked the dynamic shift, the tension, the fact that Duke’s girlfriend had just hugged Miles like she belonged to him. And now Miles was looking at you with that same assessing energy.

Yeah. Not happening.

Without another word, Claire pulled you past him, her grip solid, grounding. As you stepped onto the yacht, you caught the tail end of Miles’ quiet chuckle behind you. Yeah you should have dragged Claire off the boat when you had the chance.

~

It was evident that Miles loved the sound of his own voice.

The second everyone was settled on deck, he launched straight into his grand welcome speech, pacing in front of the group like he was unveiling the next great innovation that would change the world.

“It is so good to have my inner circle here,” he began, grinning wide as he spread his arms, his linen shirt billowing like he was about to ascend. “This weekend is gonna be legendary. A weekend of ideas. Of disruption. Of pure creativity.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Claire, standing stiffly beside you, just exhaled slowly through her nose.

Miles clapped his hands together. “Now, I’ve personally curated this experience for each of you,” he continued, smirking. “Every detail, every moment, it’s perfection. And that includes where you’ll be staying.” He gestured dramatically, and one of the staff members stepped forward, holding a sleek silver tray. On it were a set of thin, futuristic-looking wristbands.

“Each of you will be staying in luxury,” Miles said, plucking a band off the tray. “Your rooms are assigned- and these?” He held up the wristband between two fingers. “These are your keys. Custom-made. High-tech. Just tap in, and boom- your room knows you.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Claire muttered under her breath.

Miles shot her a wink like she’d just complimented him. One by one, the group took their wristbands- Duke inspecting his like it was a weapon, Birdie gasping about how tech-y it was, Whisky cooing as Miles personally strapped hers on (suspicious), Peg looking like she wanted to throw hers into the ocean.

When you and Claire got yours, she barely acknowledged it- just grabbed your hand and dragged you toward the room assignments before Miles could get any more insufferable.

The second you stepped inside your room, the door sliding shut behind you, Claire pounced.

Her lips crashed into yours, her hands gripping at your hips, your waist, your arms- everywhere, like she was grounding herself in your presence.

You barely had time to gasp before she was pressing you back against the door, fingers curling into the fabric of your dress.

“Baby,” she breathed, her voice desperate, almost pleading. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” Her lips dragged over your jaw, your throat. “You’re just mine, yeah?”

Your heart stuttered. You’d never seen her like this. Needy. Desperate. You knew what this was. You’d felt her tension building all day- when Lionel barely acknowledged you, when Birdie treated you like a novelty, when Duke made it gross, when Whisky hugged you, when Miles looked at you. And most of all- when she realised that Miles had obviously been fucking Whisky behind Duke’s back.

Claire had clocked it instantly. And if Miles was willing to do that to Duke then all bets were off. She’d seen the way he looked at you. How he pretended not to know you. Like you were just another piece on the board for him to play with. And now? She was holding onto you like she thought you might slip away, too.

You cupped her face, guiding her back to your lips. “I’m yours,” you murmured, brushing your mouth against hers. “Just yours.”

She made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan and kissed you harder. Her hands were shaking as they gripped your waist, sliding over your hips like she needed more, needed to prove something to herself. And god, you were more than willing to let her.

But then…

Ding.

A notification popped up on the sleek, futuristic screen by the bed. Miles’ voice crackled over the speakers:

“Dinner in an hour, Disruptors! Be ready for anything.”

Claire froze. Her forehead pressed to yours, her breath still heavy, her fingers still clinging to your dress.

“I fucking hate him.”

You laughed. “I know.”

She groaned, pressing her lips to your forehead before stepping back. “Come on, baby. Let’s get this over with.”

But the second you turned to grab your bag, she smacked your ass. Hard.

You gasped, whipping around, and she just grinned. “Just reminding you,” she murmured, voice low, teasing. “You’re mine.”

Yeah. This weekend was gonna be dangerous.

~

The shower had been quiet, save for the sound of water cascading down the glass, the gentle rhythm of your body moving with Claire’s as she helped you rinse the shampoo from your hair. It was one of those moments where everything felt soft, almost like time had slowed down just for you two. You were both getting ready for dinner, the tension of the day still clinging to you, but now it was tempered by the closeness- the warmth of her skin against yours, her lips pressing light kisses to the back of your neck as you dried off.

Claire had been all over you in the shower, but as you both dressed, she seemed to get quieter, her hands brushing over your body with a purpose you couldn’t quite place. You were dressed in a short, fitted black dress that showcased your figure- simple but undeniably flattering, you could tell Claire approved by the way her gaze lingered on you a little too long.

“You look beautiful,” she murmured as she pulled you back into her arms. Her lips on your neck, hands grabbing your waist, pulling you into her.

“I don’t want to let you go,” she whispered against your skin. “But we have to. They’ll be waiting.”

You chuckled. “You’re hot and bothered again already?” You teased softly.

She gave you a quick, teasing bite to your neck. “That doesn’t even begin to cover it, baby.”

You turned in her arms to face her, resting your hands on her chest. You could see the battle inside her- her breath still shallow, her body still tightly wound as she fought the impulse to drag you into the bed again. But she just smiled at you instead, her lips soft and sweet as she kissed you once more.

When you finally pulled away, you caught her gaze, soft but with an undeniable possessive edge. “I’m yours. All yours.this trip won’t change that” You smiled against her lips, feeling the warmth of her body, the need in her touch.

“Ready for dinner?”

You nodded, letting her pull you out of the room and into the hallway.

The sight of the yacht’s wide-open deck was breathtaking- the Mediterranean air cool, the distant sound of waves lapping against the hull. The deck was alive with conversation when you arrived- everyone mingling, glasses in hand, as the sun set over the horizon, casting a golden glow over the yacht. Miles was standing center stage, naturally, as if he were the star of some kind of farcical play. He exuded that patented mix of “down-to-earth billionaire” bullshit and self-importance.

When he saw you and Claire, his smile grew wider, and he made a show of waving you over with open arms. “Ah, the perfect pair! So glad you could join us,” he said, grinning.

He handed each of the guests a glass of their preferred drink- Lionel’s rum, Birdie’s cocktail, Duke’s whiskey, and, of course, Peg’s... discount beer in a red solo cup, before turning to Claire with a flourish.

“Claire bear, for you- room temperature Pinot Grigio, as you like it.”

Claire barely looked at him, already focused on going to speak to Lionel as she took the glass. She moved away from Miles, leaving you standing beside him, and that’s when he pounced.

Miles tilted his head at you, still smiling. “What’ll it be, beautiful? Pick your poison- our mixologist can whip up whatever you want.”

You tilted your head slightly. “I don’t really drink.”

“Ah,” he hummed, dragging the moment out, like he was waiting for you to explain yourself. You didn’t.

Instead, you caught Claire’s eye from across the deck, and she was already looking at you, brows just slightly furrowed, her grip tightening around her wine glass.

Before she could step back toward you, a loud voice cut through-

“Hey where’s your drink?”

Duke. You barely had time to react before he was beside you, all bravado and ego, Whisky trailing just behind. His sunglasses were still on despite the dimming light, and his arms flexed as he gestured to your empty hands.

“She’s not drinking,” Claire interjected, her voice clipped.

Duke barely acknowledged her, already reaching for one of the drinks they’d brought over. Miles opened his mouth like he was about to say something, some smug little comment about your earlier refusal.

And you weren’t about to let him.

“Fuck it,” you muttered under your breath, then louder, “I’ll take what you’re having, if you’re offering.”

Duke’s grin spread, wide and pleased. He clapped a heavy hand on your shoulder like you’d earned something. You lurched forward at the sheer force of it.

“That’s the spirit! Good girl- I’m loving this energy!”

Whisky passed you a drink- something dark, strong-smelling, condensation beading down the glass. Claire stiffened beside you. You lifted the glass to your lips, taking a long, slow sip- never breaking eye contact with Miles. The burn hit your throat instantly, sharp and biting, but you kept your expression neutral. Miles just watched you, unreadable for a fraction of a second- then smirked.

Dinner was exactly as unbearable as you thought it would be. The long, immaculately set table stretched out across the open-air deck, the Mediterranean breeze sweeping through candle flames and ruffling the edges of cloth napkins. The food was extravagant, the wine endlessly poured, and the conversation? Absolutely insufferable.

You had been drinking steadily just to survive it. At first, it was just to take the edge off- the way Miles sat at the head of the table like some kind of tech god, the way Whisky leaned in close to him, practically coiled around him, the way everyone here seemed to just accept it, like it was normal.

Then Birdie started talking.

"Peg, hand me my phone," she said, reaching across the table like she expected it to materialize in her hand.

Peg, visibly exhausted, didn’t even look up from her plate. "No."

Birdie blinked, affronted. "What?"

"You promised. No phone. Not until the end of the media cycle."

Birdie groaned, throwing her head back. "Oh my god, are we still on that? I apologized! I explained!"

Claire exhaled sharply, already rubbing at her temples. Lionel was gripping the bridge of his nose. Duke, as expected, was no help at all.

"People are just so sensitive these days," he muttered, shaking his head. "So woke. You know Kimmel said I hated boobs?”

Birdie lit up like he had just cracked some kind of universal truth. "YES! Exactly! That's what I keep saying! I'm a truth teller! I say it like I see it, and people can't handle it!"

Claire and Lionel exchanged a look. A very long, very exhausted look.

And that was when you- who had, by this point, abandoned all forms of self-restraint- snorted. Loudly. Everyone turned toward you. "Bullshit," you muttered, swirling the last of your drink in your glass.

Birdie’s mouth actually dropped open. "Excuse me?" She blinked at you, eyes wide, before laughing like she had misheard you. "Sweetie, I have Gucci handbags older than you."

You rolled your eyes, setting your glass down with a sharp clink. "Don't you think you're mistaking ‘truth telling’ with just speaking without thought?"

The table froze. Even Peg, who should be on your side, looked vaguely alarmed.

"What you're doing is dangerous," you went on, voice a little too loud, a little too loose from the alcohol. "You say shit without thinking, and people listen to you. That’s not truth telling, Birdie. It’s just-”

Birdie grinned, leaning in. "Oh, so you think I'm dangerous, huh?"

You scoffed, already reaching for your glass again. "It’s not a compliment. It’s stupi-"

"Okay," Claire cut in, her voice forcibly light but you could feel the steel grip of her hand on your thigh. "You’ve had too much to drink. Let’s get you back to the room."

You turned to her, blinking. "I’m fine-"

"You’re done," she said, already pulling you to stand, already steering you away from the table.

The conversation picked up again as you left, but you still felt Birdie’s eyes on your back. And Miles? Miles was smirking.

~

The door slammed behind you, the sound echoing through the sleek, modern bedroom. The second Claire turned to face you, hands already on her hips, you exploded.

"What the fuck, Claire?!"

She looked just as furious as you felt, stepping forward, eyes flashing. "No, what the fuck was that?"

You let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Me? You’re friends with a woman who compared herself to Harriet Tubman and I’M the one embarrassing you?! Have you seen Duke’s streams?!"

Claire pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling sharply. "Yes, I know exactly what they’re like, but they are my very old friends, and you cannot just-”

"Oh, so when it’s you marking me up and making me tell you how I belong to you, that’s fine, but the second it’s me versus your shithead friends, suddenly I’m dragged back here like a fucking child?"

Claire’s jaw clenched.

"Fuck off then," you muttered, turning away.

A beat.

Then, Claire was on you. Not gentle, not soft- commanding. A sharp grip on your chin, tilting your head up, her voice a low, controlled warning. "You don’t talk to me like that."

You froze. Claire’s face was so close to yours, her grip firm but careful, her breath warm against your lips. "You’re drunk," she said, voice steady. "Go to bed."

Your stomach twisted. "Claire-"

"I’m going back to the group."

Your heart dropped. "You’re leaving?"

"Yes." Her voice wasn’t cruel, but it was final.

You stared at her, something deep and ugly twisting inside you. "Why?"

Claire exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand down her face. When she finally met your gaze again, she looked tired.

"Listen," she said, softer now. "I can’t stand Miles. But he’s the one paying for my entire electoral campaign. You can’t just piss him off."

The words landed like a slap. Claire watched the way your expression shifted- how your chest rose and fell, how your mouth pressed into a thin line. You swallowed, your throat dry.

"Right," you muttered.

Claire sighed, reaching for you, but you stepped back.

"Go," you said, voice quiet.

She hesitated. But then, without another word, she turned and left. And for the first time since stepping foot on this yacht, you felt completely alone.

~

You woke up feeling like shit.

Your mouth was dry, your head was pounding, and your stomach churned with the unmistakable nausea of a hangover. The Mediterranean sun poured in through the open balcony doors, searing hot against your eyelids, and the cool sheets beneath you did nothing to soothe the ache in your skull.

The thin sheet barely covered you. You weren’t even sure if you’d bothered to get ready for bed the night before, but judging by the state of you- naked, woozy, with your dress crumpled up in the corner of the room- you assumed you hadn’t. Your stomach turned as the memories filtered in, sluggish and blurry- Miles, the drinks, the fight with Claire, the way she left you last night, drunk and fuming in this big, stupid, obscenely expensive bedroom. You groaned, pressing your face into the pillow. Claire’s warm, soft body was already curled around yours.

"Good morning, baby," she murmured against your shoulder, voice thick with sleep as her lips trailed down your bare skin.

You pulled the sheet up higher over your bare breasts, burrowing deeper into the pillows. "I’m dying," you croaked.

"Yeah," Claire sighed, nosing into your hair. "You did drink a lot."

You cracked one eye open just to glare at her. "Thanks for the insight Governor."

Claire just smiled, tilting your chin slightly so she could kiss the corner of your mouth. "C’mon," she murmured, her fingers tracing over your waist, nose nuzzling into your hair. "Baby," she coaxed, her voice dipping lower, her hand smoothing over your stomach. "Let me make it up to you."

You groaned again, rolling onto your back, your body betraying you as her hands roamed lower. "No." You made a noise, half groan, half protest, and shifted away from her mouth.

Claire chuckled, completely unfazed, her arms tightening around your waist. "No?"

"Still mad," you mumbled, voice thick with sleep and dehydration.

Claire exhaled a soft, amused laugh, shifting so she was pressed even closer. "Still mad," she repeated, pressing slow, deliberate kisses along your jaw. "Baby..."

You didn’t react.

Claire huffed, pressing her nose into your hair, her hand slipping lower, tracing lightly over your bare stomach. "Baby," she repeated, her voice dropping into that low, coaxing register that always made your spine tingle. "C’mon. Mommy’s sorry. Don’t be mad."

You huffed, pulling the sheet high over your head.

Claire didn't like that. With an amused hum, she slipped beneath the covers with you, her breath warm against your neck, her lips finding your jaw this time, soft and lingering. "There she is," she murmured, voice honeyed. "Thought I lost you under there."

You pushed at her arm weakly. "Claire."

"What?" she asked innocently, though her hand was already inching lower, fingers ghosting over the dip of your waist. "I’m just waking my baby girl up."

"You left me," you muttered, voice quieter now, but still laced with irritation.

Claire sighed again- this time, more genuine. She kissed your temple, her lips lingering, before murmuring, "I know."

You swallowed, staring at the ceiling, heart still heavy in your chest. "You left."

A pause. Then, softer: "I know, baby. Her voice had that gentle edge to it, like she was really feeling it now- the weight of the fight, the things she’d said, the way she walked away.

"You chose them," you mumbled into the pillow.

Claire exhaled sharply, shifting so she could prop herself up on one elbow. "It wasn’t like that."

You snorted. "Oh, wasn’t it? You dragged me away like some unruly child, Claire."

She ran a hand through her hair, exasperated. "I was trying to keep the peace. You don’t know how complicated it is-"

"I don’t know?" You twisted to face her, your head still throbbing, but the rage from last night was creeping back in. "You think I don’t know what it’s like to deal with entitled narcissists who think they’re the smartest people in the room? I write about people like Miles for a living."

Claire sighed, fingers pressing into her temple. "I know it wasn’t fair to you."

You rolled onto your back, throwing an arm over your eyes. "No, it wasn’t."

A beat of silence. "I’m sorry."

You turned your head just slightly, peeking at her from under your arm. "You should be."

Then she shifted, her leg slotting between yours, her lips trailing lower.

"Claire," you warned.

"Mmm?" Her teeth grazed the edge of your jaw, her grip on your waist tightening.

"You don’t get to leave me and then fuck me," you snapped, waving a weak hand toward her.

Claire smirked, completely unapologetic, fingers dancing higher up your thigh. "No?"

You glared at her, but you were still so hungover, and she was so warm and soft and-

"Baby," she murmured, pressing a kiss right below your ear. "Let me make it up to you."

You wanted to stay mad.

You really did.

But then she was kissing your neck, slow and deliberate, her hand gripping your thigh just right to make your hips can’t against the muscle of her leg, her voice all low and sweet and devoted, like she would spend the whole day proving how sorry she was if you just let her. Your heart ached a little. You were still mad. But you also still loved her.

“Please” you breathed shakily, hips rocking steadily now. “I love you”

“I love you babygirl” Claire cooed.

Then… Miles’ voice crackled over the speakers:

“Disruptors! Breakfast is prepared! Make your way to the deck.”

“Oh come ON”

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[suugarbabe]

omg ok ok ok, I love your Sirius, so, I'm wondering if you could write a sirius x fem!reader who is maybe the grumpy to his sunshine? he's the one who is always super flirty and outgoing and the life of the party, and she would sort of rather die but begrudgingly puts up with it for him? OH but maybe one day she has a bad day and he gets to see a softer side of her 🥹 IDK idk I'm too excited to request this is so bad sorry my love xoxoxoxo kisses for youuuu

I am *living* for this okay. l i v i n g. because Sirius is my sunshine to my grumpy. I am the grumpy reader. okay let’s do this baby. kiss kiss kiss yoooou <3

Opposites attract right? At least that’s what others seemed to deem as the explanation for your relationship. Sirius was in a category all his own as far as you were concerned, but that category was nearly the opposite of where people would place you. Sirius was a people person, it came so easily to him it was like he never even had to try. It annoyed you to no fucking end when you first met him.

Being a descendent of the most noble and ancient House of Black had its advantages. Like incredibly sharp cheekbones, beautiful alabaster skin that contrasted perfectly with onyx locks and eyes so deep and blue you could drown in them. Sirius exuded this energy that seemed to pull people towards him; like he had his own force field. He could walk into a room and everything shifted, like he breathed extra life into the area and everyone was desperate to live.

Most people when asked about you would say you were…short-tempered. Your housemates tended to steer clear of your presence. Which was fine with you because you were easily annoyed by most of them. Ravenclaws were known for being know-it-alls and truthfully you found it rather repugnant. Thankfully you had Pandora as company. Usually her overly sweet demeanor would drive you insane, but you knew more than the rest. Being a Rosier sorted into Ravenclaw essentially meant she was the black sheep of her family. But that seemed to be your soft spot.

Pandora would tease that this was why you started falling for Sirius. Despite your more grumpy demeanor, you were never quite as grumpy when it came to Sirius. Hearing the ins and outs of what was going on over breaks from Pan made you want to take care of him.

The first time Sirius brought you around the rest of the marauders it was not without sideways glances. “Er, Pads, you seemed to have picked up a shadow,” James nodded towards your frame just behind Sirius. “Sod off, Potter,” you’d grumbled, Sirius’s palm big and flat against your back moving in slow circles. “S’alright love, he’s just teasing. Be nice, Prongs or she’ll hex you into next week and I won’t be able to stop her.”

“Not that you’d try to stop her, would ya mate. I’m Remus, but all these miserable gits call me Moony,” Remus gave a small fingered wave as he plopped onto the couch ceremoniously. He would eventually turn into the one that’d help you gang up on Sirius, if ever needed.

On this particular night, though, you were feeling just…down. It wasn’t often you felt like this, despite outward appearances. However when this feeling did hit you, there was only one person that could fully get you out of it. You knew that the Gryffindors were having their annual Halloween party. Which meant if you wanted to find Sirius that’s where he’d be.

You had of course agreed to come to the party ages ago; much to do with Sirius begging and pouting his pretty pink lips and sucking you in with his pretty blue eyes. Sirius had insisted that costumes were required, “Even for an angel like yourself” which earned him a particularly large eye roll. Thus, you threw on some fishnet tights and a black minidress with your signature black boots. Atop your head a small pair of black cat ears, thanks to Pandoras charm work.

She was dressed as an actual angel, charmed halo floating above her nearly white blonde locks. Any muggle would think they were truly hallucinating if they would have seen her. You greeted the fat lady with the password, “Hiddlypunks,” and she swung open. Within the first few steps one would be none the wiser. But two steps into the commonroom and the barrier was broken, music and singing and murmuring filling the room.

“Drinks yes? Please yes,” you nodded at Pandora who found her way to to the drink table to create what you were hoping were very strong concoctions. You didn’t need to look around in order to find him. That magnetic pull leading you closer and closer until you heard the boisterous laugh of Sirius Black. You were quiet in your approach, not drawing any attention to yourself on purpose. Even though you yearned for his touch you knew how much he enjoyed entertaining and didn’t want to interrupt.

Remus spots you of course, the observant bastard. He throws a playful wink in your direction; you responding with a middle finger and a forced smile. Sirius is in the middle of recalling “a truly amazing play, great play” from the last quidditch match, but Remus’s low chuckle from your display of affection towards him causes your boyfriend to turn around in search of who could have possibly pulled attention away from him.

His furrowed brows disperse as you catch his sights and smile lights his face, “Well, hello there, Kitten.” You give a weak smile in response, “Hi Siri.” His brows are furrowed once more. The others try to greet you but immediately you’re swept away to a farther corner of the room. Sirius swirls his wand around you both, muttering a quick muffliato, coating you both in silence. “Okay, out with it what’s wrong?” Sirius’s hands were laid gently on your waist, head dipped down to force your avoidant eyes to keep contact with his. “Come now, pet. You know I can’t do anything without knowing what’s wrong,” he urged, giving your waist a small squeeze.

You met his eyes and yours immediately began to brim with tears. In an instant Sirius has engulfed you, one hand grasping your head and holding you close to his chest while the other wraps around your back, squeezing you as close to him as possible and hoping the pressure of his pull is soothing. His heart breaks ever so slightly at the muffled sobs against him. Your emotions seem to be everywhere but embarrassment is toping the list as you begin to pull away, aggressively wiping your face with the heel of your palms, hoping no one but Sirius is noticing you in this state.

"I-I'm sorry Siri, 've just..." you trailed off, choked breaths causing your intake of air to stutter. Sirius's touch has yet to cease, one hand cupping your cheek gently while the other finds solace in the dip of your waist, "Rough day, love?" You nod once, looking to the ceiling and willing any tears to fall back into your head instead of trailing down your face. "Alright, let's go," his head tilts towards the spiral staircase that would lead to his dorm.

You sniffle quickly, shaking your head, "N-no, I'll be okay. I'm not going to take you away from the party, Siri. Not gonna steal you from your friends like that." Sirius can't help but scoff, "Fuck my friends." You laugh a little at his brashness and the sound makes Sirius grin again, "There you are, love." He takes a quick peek over his shoulder, "Now. Let's just go tell the others we're going up, Remus will make sure we're left alone for a good few hours then, hmm?"

You nod, agreeing, knowing that there's no use in arguing with Sirius when he's made up his mind. His fingers laced with yours and the cool feeling of his rings are such a contrast the the heat in your body that it's calming. He gives your hand an extra squeeze as you approach the group. You decide to try and stay hidden behind Sirius, almost burying your face against his shoulder blade, barely peeking one eye out to see the others.

Sirius explains that he's feeling tired and wants to go back to the room with you. James does not look convinced in the slightest. He looks even more confused by your seemingly shy and reserved demeanor. He doesn't think he's ever seen you look so...vulnerable. Remus is the only person you make eye contact with and he gives you a simple wink and a nod. The reassurance from the smallest action making you sigh in relief.

It's almost like Sirius can feel you relax slightly, turning to you and asking if you're ready to go. You give a feeble nod and a shy wave to the others, most of which look a little skeptical but say no protests in return.

When you make it to his dorm Sirius immediately goes to his trunk, pulling out his favorite concert tee and handing it to you. You take off your outfit slowly, pulling his shirt over your head and letting it consume you, the additional scent of Sirius now enveloping your body and adding to your relief. Sirius changes himself and then pulls back the duvet, "In you go, pet."

You oblige, going and getting comfortable on your back. Sirius climbs in after you, crawling over your form and placing two soft kisses on either apple of your cheek before giving you the most gentle yet firm kiss. He rests his head against yours, asking you almost in a whisper, "D'you wanna talk about it?"

"No," your response so soft it would've been missed had it not been only you two in the room, "Will you just...lay on me?" Sirius kissed you softly once more, scooching down just enough to lay his head on your chest. He wrapped his arms around you, relaxing himself and allowing his full weight to now lay on top of you. The weight of your boyfriend was the grounding you needed, your breathing now finally able to even out.

[lipstainedgemini]

neck kisses are a great way for shinsou to de-stress

✴︎ content : neck kissing , pure brainrot , spit kink

you didn’t even have to say anything.

you could feel how tense he was when you strolled into his dorm room, muttering something about missing him all day and curling up next to him.

and when he did start saying something, your mindless assumptions were confirmed. he was stressed—between balancing schoolwork, extra training anytime he can manage to catch up with everyone, and everything else that goes on in his life, he was rambling.

so now, wordlessly, you shift. you move up a bit, pressing your face to the skin of his neck and slinging a leg over his sprawled figure. when he questions you, you give a muffled “keep talkin’” in response, before planting a small, hesitant kiss under his jaw.

you can feel his breath hitch, squirming slightly under you as you begin peppering kisses down his neck.

“huh—dunno if i can keep talkin’ like this..” he hums, head dropping back slightly, every word he wants to say blending together and floating away as he fights his eyes from fluttering shut. he’s so sensitive.

you hum, nipping on a spot at the base of his neck before sucking on it, your hands planted on his chest. his teeth sink into his lower lip, a shaky exhale leaving his nose as he stifles a low moan.

you can physically feel the tension leaving his body, replaced with the overwhelming feeling of your lips on his neck. “want you to keep talking. you’re stressing. plus i like your voice.” you mumble, inspecting the purple mark left on the base of his neck.

“hah—‘kay…” he gasps, feeling your lips drag up to his jaw and kissing down to the column of his neck. “just… feel like m’waiting—fuck—waiting til’ i have nothing to worry about..” he murmurs.

he stays like that, trying to hold on, until you lick a stripe up the column of his neck. he moans without thinking, every brush of your lips on his skin clouding his mind, eliciting a muffled laugh from you. “god, you’re gonna kill me.” he drawls, squirming under you, eyes rolling back.

you grin, eyes flitting up to meet his, and he relaxes under you further. it’s working. your lips latch onto his adam’s apple, sucking on it, watching as his jaw goes slack, every flutter of your lashes and attention to his neck sending shockwaves to his lower stomach. he’s so sexy like this.

you stop after getting a few more moans out of him, pulling away. he sits up after you, panting like he’s just run a marathon, a shade of red dusting his cheeks. his violet eyes meet yours, a smaller breath leaving his lips. “holy shit..”

you move closer on instinct when his hand curls around your jaw, his eyes prompting you. “open…” he breathes, and you do, parting your lips. his eyes darken as he spits in your mouth, not missing the way your thighs press together slightly, before tapping your jaw twice, a signal for you to close it. “now swallow.” he rasps, humming when you do.

“good girl.”

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[the-fictional-wife]

Jasper Arttt

If the quality is bad im taking it down- ITS NOT OK ENJOY YALL also dont mind i chopped down the WRONG HORN

Referenceee

[spookbooh]

How Liyue Men would kiss you.

Ft. Baizhu, Xiao, & Zhongli.

Baizhu

His touch is feather-light- calculated, careful. Like a doctor holding a scalpel and afraid you might break. But you never seem to miss that subtle glint in his golden eyes.

That man knows exactly what he’s doing.

He’d lean close, brushing a cool knuckle under your chin and lifting your face with that gentle, healer’s touch. He’s surely aware of his affect on you- your body floating and heart nearly bursting at the seams.

“You’ve been over exerting yourself,” he’d murmur softly- eyes flickering briefly to your lips and knowing you’d caught the glance like a fish out of water. His voice is warm, like a cup of steaming herbal tea and some medicinal honeycomb sprinkled inside.

The charm hanging from his glasses clinks softly as he lifts them up out of the way and then— oh… he leans in slowly. The tension washes over you in a wave, though it was already present before the insidious doctor hovered slowly- no- deliberately.

“Perhaps…” he whispers to you, only you. His breath fades on your skin, cheeks already warm from his rather intense presence.

“… a different kind of remedy is in order…?” His voice holds no coldness- none of his professional facade he typically uses at the Pharmacy. Doctors have to be professional, after all. Avoiding malpractice, negligence, all those big terms he’s explained to you once before when you asked.

His breath mingles with yours, and he engages after you give a slight nod. His skin lingers with the scent of mint before he finally introduces his lips to yours.

It’s soft, slow. Like he’s trying to memorize every second and observe your behavior like a research project. His lips linger against yours like a secret he’s not quite ready to let slip past. His hands might drift to your face, cradling your cheek like fragile chinaware or they might fall downward to gently slide along your waist, perfect circles over your hips. Always careful, always reverent. But there’s a simmering passion beneath that calm surface.

He’s holding back, just for now.

After he pulls back, he smiled softly seeing your dazed expression and feeling the skin beneath his fingers twitch in excitement. He’d brush your hair back, humming softly.

“It would seem that the patient needs another dose. What’s a good pharmacy to send it to?”

You’d huff, mildly amused.

Xiao

Xiao is a rather… interesting individual. He’s reserved, tense. Intimacy, especially with a mortal is a completely foreign concept to the Yaksha.

He would probably observe citizens of Liyue, seeing how many of those with closer emotional relationships would share a kiss- another thing he was absolutely unfamiliar with- and wonder why they did it. Why they bothered trying to initiate seemingly pointless gestures and physical touch.

He’d appear beside you out of the dark night skies of Liyue, his amber eyes locked on you like he’s trying to decipher a code.

“I would like to attempt something, mortal. If you’d allow me to come close- just this once.” You obliged, of course. Curious.

The next thing you knew, his gloved hands pulled you close- closer than you were expecting, at least. The Yaksha had always been keen about keeping you at an arms length.

His touch was precarious, quite nearly trembling as his heart pumped beats into his fingers. You could feel it. His adrenaline was pumping now. Your muscles tensed, slight unease as touch from Xiao himself was new… yet not discomforting.

His brows are slightly furrowed like he’s afraid to mess up, like he’s concentrated on a goal much like his expression while fighting.

When his lips finally seal onto yours? It’s hesitant, as if testing the waters. Like he’s touching something holy.

It’s not about technique- because only Morax knows he’s never kissed someone before- but it’s about the meaning behind it. The comfort he’s shown with you and the vulnerability he’s showing now.

He pours his entire being into the kiss. His soul? At least, what’s left of it is yours. Tainted and battered- but it’s yours. The kiss is short, but powerful, like a vow painted onto your skin.

When he pulls back, he turns away- a hand brought up to shield his cheek. The tips of his ears are red, and his eyes refuse to meet yours even when you tug on his top to grab his attention again.

“Forgive me, I was simply.. testing what ridiculous reasoning could possibly be behind such gestures. You mortals seem to like this, from what I’ve seen,” he mumbles.

You stifle and laugh and try to pry his hand from his face to see the look in those eyes of his.

Zhongli

Zhongli is all elegance and control, but not in a cold way. He’s warm, intentional- slow, even. He wouldn’t rush, especially when he doesn’t need to. He’s never needed to rush with you.

When he wants to initiate a kiss, he makes it feel like a grand declaration, like all the stars aligned for this one moment.

He brushes his fingertips over your jaw, grabbing and almost hovering over the front of your neck. His eyes lock with yours briefly and- though intimidating to be watched so closely by Morax himself- it feels fitting.

His voice, always sounding like velvet wrapped honey and the deepens of it making your cheat rumble.

“May I, my dear? I find myself longing to taste the words I can’t seem to say,” he says slowly, dragging the moment out.

When you nod, he would waste little time. Again- not rushing- but not quite desperate enough, either.

His lips are plush, moving against yours with purpose. His other hand feels out the dip of your back, the other remained gently grabbing your jaw in between his thumb and his fingers, spread out and positioned like your jawline is the rim of his teacup.

He kisses you like you’re the most delicate treasure in Liyue Harbor, making your knee slightly weak as he maps you out like an ancient script with his mouth; like he’s writing oaths into your skin with every touch.

And when he finally pulls away, you feel like you’re floating. He’ll hum a laugh and rest his forehead against yours, murmuring sweet nothings.

“I hope my affections were conveyed well. But if not, I shall try again,” he sighed.

“For however long it takes.”

[shu-porang-porang]

I just found this and I feel like a Victorian man seeing the sinful ankle of a lady 😳

[multifandomsimagine]

Gif Source: giffing-su

Imagine having been a Crystal Gem who was corrupted and reuniting with them once you've been healed

As each of the crystal bubbles popped causing the gems inside them to be submerged into the water, the Crystal Gems held their breathes as they waited in anticipation for something to happen. A part of them knew that they were worrying for nothing. After all the corrupted gems had been partially healed when Steven tried by himself and when Blue and Yellow tried alongside him. With all four diamonds trying, the gems were sure to be healed but that didn't stop them from worrying. What if for some reason it didn't work with the four and there was no way to heal the corrupted gems?

But as your head was the first to emerge from the water, their eyes started to water as you looked over to them. No longer were you a monster riddled with horns, spikes, and fur. Instead, you looked just like you did thousands of years when you fought alongside them. No longer being able to remain calm, the Crystal Gems just jumped into the fountain and swam over to you, pulling you into a hug when they reached you.

"[Name]! You're back!"

[ozzgin]

content: gender neutral reader, profanities, based on Detroit Metal City

Your boyfriend is the sweetest. He's shy and polite, loves listening to soft pop, and frequently calls his mom back in the countryside to ask how the family is doing.

He's also the lead singer of a blackened death metal band.

To be honest, it's partly your fault. You had gotten tired of his frequent complaints that he can't pay the bills, or that the latest studio rejected his dreamy CD. This can't go on, you told him. He needs to find something that actually pays.

And he did. He was rather hesitant when he rang you, inviting you over to the recording session. You thought he'd given up on his silly music dreams, so what exactly was he doing there?

You were greeted by an older woman in fishnets and a leather jacket. She nodded at you with the cigarette still hanging from her lips.

"Is this your partner? FUCK!" she exclaimed, slapping your bottom and inviting you in with a loud, crass laugh. It's her catchphrase, you were informed.

You stared in horror at the decadent display: your boyfriend, the lead vocalist, sang about being a terrorist from Hell and slaughtering his parents, friends, and lover. His heeled boot occasionally rested on a chubby salaryman in fetish attire, kicking and rolling as the performance went on.

That night, he sipped on his boba tea with tears in his eyes, telling you how disgusted he is by his persona. Alas, it was but an act, and it seemed to be the only thing bringing him fame. Within months, they'd gathered a dedicated following.

Lately, however, The Prince of Darkness has started to come out more often. Your boyfriend didn't have the time to remove his costume when he noticed someone trying to flirt with you. Still in character, he jumped over the table and inserted his fist into the poor victim's mouth, screaming unholy threats that left you speechless. His remaining fans began chanting about sacrifices.

"I suppose I got a little jealous," he confessed afterwards with an awkward laugh.

"You humped the stranger in front of the masses and warned that no one ever touches your human belonging," you reminded him with furrowed brows.

You still haven't decided whether a depraved maniac pinning for you is a compliment, or big trouble.

[bookiezzz]

can you make pearl x reader th anks best friend ever in the whole wide world 😍😘🥰 -mel

authors’ note: of course pookie bae @lesbroxy this is for you

(Rose Quartz’s) Pearl x Reader

gif for you

— If you’re a gem, you met Pearl while on Homeworld and became a part of the Crystal Gems, eventually traveling to Earth

— so you have known each other for quite some time

— If you’re a human, Steven probably introduced you or set you up 💀

— no it would actually be a little bit cute

— especially if you had both like shown interest in each other before whether it be flirting or just talking or even little glances and smiles at each other

— pearl is so girlfail probably very awkward..

— But I’d imagine she probably tries to show off whenever you’re around to be impressive

— Pearl would probably talk to Garnet or even Steven about you, her “mysterious crush”

— She is under the impression that nobody knows that she likes you

— and nobody has the guts to tell her how painfully obvious it is

— Steven would probably just come up to you one day and say something like “So what’s with you and Pearl?”

— And whether you directly tell him or not he’s going back to pearl with a smile telling her to just ask you out

— So Pearl walks to your door (how does she know where you live. Don’t ask me)

— shaking, asking “Will you go on a date with me?”

— She takes you to the beach, probably just to sit, maybe a picnic and it’s beautiful and nice.

— Pearl takes you back to the beach house after and shows you off to the Crystal Gems.

— like “hahaha lookie 🫵😂😂 look what i have and you dont!!!”

— Maybe not exactly like that but she indirectly shows you off

— either way she is a 10/10 girlfriend WOULD RECOMMEND!!