#my sweet my beloved my girlfriend my flame

[mirrorhouse]

>:(

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Won't you join us?

THE WAY I'VE BEEN WANTING TO MAKE A OBAMITSU X BLACK READER AHHHH <333 Bye its so long lol hope you enjoy

Warnings: black fem!reader, hashira reader, mention of scars from battles, hinted insecurities about scars, minor manga spoilers, scar kissing, 3some, over stimulation (?), praising but some degrading from iguro, dom iguro, switch mituri, switch reader, squirting

You've been in the demon slayer core for 3 years now. You were actually recommended by mitsuri since she was assigned to save your village, she just couldn't over look your bravery and how you were able to take up a weapon and fight a demon along side her.

You met iguro when you joined the demon slayer core, starting as a low rank. You didn't exactly hate iguro at the time. You understood his overprotective mindset towards his loving girlfriend mitsuri, but it was a bit much at times. Surprisingly, you had a lot in common with iguro.

You had told both iguro and mitsuti your uniform covers you from the neck, down because you wanted to hide all the scars you've gotten from fighting demons. Iguro grew closer to you and told you about his scar on his face. Mitsuri loved how that was the moment iguro finally got close to you since you were very dear to her.

As the years went by, you eventually made it to being a hashira. It was a bitter sweet moment since the spot was open from the former flame hashira, but mitsuri and iguro welcomed you with open arms. "Y/n, we are going to get some food! Wanna come?" Mitsuri always asked you so sweetly, and you could never refuse, that and iguro would give you the death stare wanting you to come as well.

You've spent much more time with a couple, almost like you were a part of their relationship. The other hashira would tease you about it since most of the time they'd invite you on their dates, but you would never be a third wheel. "It's not like that. I'm just close with them, you know?" You laugh but see the serious looks on iguro and mitsuris face. "What's so bad about thinking that!? Y/n is very dear to me" Mitsuri said, pouting. "y/n is a woman worthy of my respects" iguro said.

They'd often say possessive things when it comes to you, almost way past the limit of friendship, but you didn't mind it. Their compliments would be way past friendship levels as well. You've been complimented many times by your braids and how you style them with hair pins and accessories, also how full and beautiful your lips looked when you wore the lipstick most female slayers wore.

Mitsuri and iguro agreed braids looked amazing on you, but seeing your natural hair is where they'd praise you like their girlfriend. "Y/n!!! Your hair is so beautiful and fluffy!! I love it! You look so hot!" Mitsuri would say like it's nothing but then blush in embarrassment when she dose realize. "Your nature hair is beautiful on you. You're only allowed to look this beautiful for mitsuri.. and me," iguro will say with a straight face.

The hashira would just say that you're in a relationship with both iguro and mitsuti. Even if you'd tell them no in the back of your mind, it felt like you were. It did stay on your mind for a while. You'd brush it off, but you couldn't help but grow an attachment to them and often catch yourself looking at them with loving eyes when they speak to you or even around you.

You walked out of the masters house after being called in for a meeting and sighed. "his health is getting worse... I wish I could help him more, " you thought, already greeving for your beloved master and not noticing the small noises you heard as you approached the turning point to leave the mansion.

You couldn't sense any demons. It was still evening, too bright for any demons to show themselves. You slowly approached the turning point closer to make out the noise, your heart dropped when the noises you were hearing were muffled moans and clothes rustling against each other.

You sighed, understanding what was going on the other side and rubbed your forehead in annoyance. As a hahsira you and the others have delt with these kinds of things before where demon slayers will do inappropriate things on their work time and it's always the hashira who have to check them.

You mentally got yourself together and walked around the corner. "Enough. Don't do these foolish things...by the masters... house" all the blood rushed to your face to see it wasn't any regular slayers it was mitsuri and iguro.

They turn their heads, breaking their kiss and gasping, looking at you. Iguro being behind mituri with his hands on her hips and her skirt Hiked up with her legs spread apart taking iguros cock deep inside her. You kept staring at them until mitsuri spoke, "y-y/n let me-" before she could finish, you slapped your hands on your face to cover your eyes. "I'm sorry!" You squealed and ran, bumping into a tree, making you fall backward.

"Y/n! hold on a second- Shit" iguro pulls out of mitsuri and you see his cock hang down with mitsuri's mess on it. You gasped loudly "no no! It's ok! Go back to what you were doing!" You quickly got up and ran away, trying to pretend you didn't see a thing.

It's been a week since the incident. Iguro and mitsuri couldn't force you to speak to them since every time you saw them, you'd get all flustered and turn in the opposite direction. You didn't mean to be rude, and you even felt bad, but you didn't know how to approach them after seeing what they knew you saw.

The master had summoned you, iguro, and mitsuri to discuss your next mission. It involved protecting a popular village that supports the demon slayers core with medicine and has been having strange demon events happening there.

You raised your hand. "Forgive me for speaking out of turn master... but do you think I'm suitable for this mission? Mitsuri and iguro are much stronger than I, " you said, trying to find some excuse to back out. Iguro stared at you, almost like he was furious, but in truth, he felt deeply hurt. You kept your head down. You knew iguro was staring at you and couldn't brush off the cold sensation.

"I assigned you since your censorabilities will be very usual for this mission, especially since it's on a hasiras level. You'll be accompanied by two hashira you're most close with. Am I mistaken? Are you not close with iguro and mitsuri?" Kagaya asked.

You took a moment to respond. You knew you were being stupid and stubborn by not talking to them about the situation, but at the end of the day, you loved them both dearly. "You're not mistaken master. You're correct. These two are my beloved, close friends. Pardon my rudeness earlier. " You bowed and turned your head to them.

Mitsuri was blushing so much at your words, feeling so much relief she started sweating. iguro wipes her sweat, and his eyes change from narrow to rounded with light in his eyes.

On the mission, things went back to their usual self. Mitsuri was clingy to you as always, and you and iguro bumped heads but in joking seriously ways. The demon situation at the village didn't take too long to handle. You ended up getting hurt, making mitsuri panic so hard she almost failed, but you were fine, of course. "Mitsuri, it's just a cut on my leg, see? They already took care of it. " You try to calm her down "NOOO MY PRECIOUS Y/N!!!!!,

It was still too early to go back. The people at the village offered you to stay one more day to rest and to heal from your injury. After the bath you took with mitsuri in the bathhouse, you went with her to her shared room with iguro. Mitsuri opened the door, and you had seen iguro sitting on the bed, playing with his snake Kaburamaru.

You didn't think much of it and decided to sit next to iguro, letting his snake lick your hand and come towards you. "So what did you guys wanna talk about? Is it the injury I got? Because it's healed already, just kinda sore," you chuckled. "No... actually, we wanted to talk to you about that day, " iguro said. You went silent.

"We're sorry!" Mitsuri burst out loud, bowing her head extremely flustered. "It was my idea to do it with iguro at the time! I was sure no one was around, but you ended up seeing, and then you started to avoid us! I'm sorry!!!" Mitsuri said, and you saw fat tears fall from her face.

You lift Mitsuri's head up and quickly wipe her tears away "Mitsuri it's okay! Don't cry. Please don't cry and don't even apologize. If anyone should be saying sorry it's me, I shouldn't have avoided you guys, " you said and hugged Mitsuri. "Yeah, you should apologize. I could understand how you felt but avoiding us? What did you think we'd do?" Iguro said, almost angry.

"Iguro, be nice," Mitsuri said, still hugging you. "I don't know what I was thinking. I just went stupid and lost all common senses on what to do in the situation. For that, I am sorry, " you said, looking at iguro. There was silence in the room before iguro spoke again. "Why did you just stand there that day. Usually, if someone sees people having sex in public, they'd be grossed out, but you didn't look grossed out, " iguro said.

"I just... well. It's you guys and I'd never be grossed out by you" you said letting go of Mitsuri and looking down at your knees "I guess I could say I didn't mind it but I left after because I shouldn't be watching" you chuckled nervously. "I wouldn't mind if it's you y/n," Mitsuri said.

You could've sworn you heard her wrong. What did she mean by that? You had so many questions running in your head and then stopped once you felt the two hold your hands. "We would never mind if it's you seeing us like that y/n. Right iguro?" Mitsuri asked with a big smile, and iguro nodded. You look at them and couldn't hide your feelings anymore, "you know... the other hashira love to tease us about being a relationship, but now it feels like we are having a couples talk."

Iguro scoffs. "What if I told you mitsuri and I would want you to be in a relationship with us. Would it be awkward?" Iguro asked, intertwining his fingers with yours. "No, it wouldn't," you said softly, looking at iguro. Mitsuri scoots herself closer to you, getting in the middle, and leans closer to you. "y/n. Is it okay if I kiss you?" Mitsuri asked.

You bit your lip and nodded. Mitsuri leaned in, cupping your cheeks with both her hands, kissing you passionately. Her lips were so soft, so plumbed you loved the taste of her lipstick on your lips and getting lost in her hold with her warm, soft hands. You noticed moments after to see iguro taking off his mask and revealing his scar.

You took a moment to look at his scar, stretched almost to his ears, and noticed how iguro didn't look at you, only waiting for your response. Once mitsuri pulled back from the kiss, you went closer to iguro. "You're beautiful," you smiled. Iguro looked at you, almost shocked and tried to not get emotional, only letting himself smile at your response.

Iguro leans closer to you and puts his hand on your neck, pushing your clothing aside just enough to see the scar that starts at your neck. "So are you," he said. You chuckle "its just one scar you're seeing. Would you still think im beautiful with many scars?" You flirt but also being serious. "Of course I would" iguro said, putting his hand on your neck bringing you into a deep kissm

Moments after you two pulled back and looked at mitsuri, who was so happy to see her two most loved ones see the beauty in each other, almosy bring her to tears. "You're both so beautiful," she said, cupping your cheek with one hand and iguro with the other taking turns by kissing you and iguro switching a few seconds.

The sun went down, darking the room, and the three of you were still on the bed. Mitsuri took out her braids and laid down on her side and iguro laying next to her with just enough space for once more person to be in the middle.

Mitsuri pats the spot in the middle and looks at you with a sweet yet seductive smile. "Won't you join us tonight, my love?" She asked, blushing even with her ears turning red. "Let's make you ours tonight," iguro added, holding out his hand to you.

You didn't even need to say yes. You took iguro's hand and laid down between the two to get the long night started.

It was hot, the bed was a mess, clothes scattered and moans filling the room with mitsuri on the right side, playing with your nipple between her fingers kissing you deeply and her tounge swirling around yours. Iguro on the right side, having his thumb rub your clit with his twi fingers deep inside feeling your wetness and having his lips on your neck, bitting and sucking on it.

Mitsuri broke the kiss with a moan, grinding her pussy against your leg "y/n your legs won't stop trembling, are you going to cum?" She asked and leaned her head down to lick at your nipple. You nod looking at her with teary eyes "not yet" iguro said pulling his fingers out and you whined from your ruined orgasm. "Tell her what you want, Mitsuri." iguro looks at mitsuri.

Mitsuri holds your hands and kisses your jawline "I want you under me, licking my pussy with iguros cock inside me. Please can I feel your tounge on my clit? Please y/n. I've always thought about it," Mitsuri begs. "I've always tounge about having my tounge here too" you confess touching mitsuri's pussy, rubbing at her clit making her mewl at your touch.

"Look how wet she is" iguro crawls over to mitsuris side to open her legs and uses his fingers to spread her pussy open. "Mm, you're more we than ever. I saw how wet you were from obed there." iguro slides his fingers through her wet folds. "Is it because y/n is here?" Iguro pointed out with a smirk, and mitsuri covered her face. "Yes! Don't be a tease iguro!" Mitsuri whines. Iguro and you exchanged looks, smiling at her cuteness.

"Come on. Let us take care of you, mitsuri, " you said, getting in a 69 postion with you lying down and mitsuri's lower half hovering over your face. you saw iguro line his cock up with mitsuris pussy teasing her. "He's big, isn't he y/n?" Mitsuri looked down at you through her boobs hanging down. "He is really big. For a short guy" you joked and touched iguros cock. "After I'm done with mituri I think I won't go so easy on you for that little joke" he said, putting his cock inside her making mitsuri let out a moan.

You hum and held mitsuris thighs licking at her throbbing clit and already felt her become a trembling mess, moaning at the doubled pleasure she's receiving. "how's y/ns tounge baby? You're clenching down on me so hard it must feel good, mm?" Iguro asked mitsuri. "It's so good! Your tongue feels so good y/n, and with iguros cock in me! Oh, it's so good~ " She whines, moving her hips in circles to feel more pleasure from your flatten tongue.

Your hand went down to your clit, rubbing at it from how turned on mitsuri's moans were, getting eaten out by you, sucking on her clit and her taking a cock at the same time and how dumb she became from the pleasure. "aahh!! I'm cumming! Cumming cumming!" Mitsuri sobs, almost screaming as she orgasm.

Iguro made a big thrust, filling her up and pulling out moments after. You crawled out from underneath mitsuri and cleaned your mouth off from her juice. "You also tasted amazing mitsuri," you commented, making her hide her face. "Now it's you're turn" iguro whispers in your ear, biting it softly. "Lay down on your side y/n." Iguro said

"Mm," you hummed with a smile, laying down on your side with your back arched to tease him. Before iguro got started, he began to kiss at your body, especially where your scars were. "You're beautiful. So beautiful, " he said with each kiss, and mitsuri did the same."Your body is beautiful. No scar could ever take that away, " she said so sweetly, bringing her face to yours

"it felt so good having your clit played with while being penetrated. You should feel it too y/n" mitsuri said and licked her fingers, lubricating them and started to rub at your clit. Iguro got behind you, lifting your leg up and shoved his cock inside you without warning making you gasp.

You used your hand to reach behind you to push iguro back by his abdomen, but he cups your boob and grabbed it to hold you in place. "Don't run from it, y/n. Look how good your taking my cock." Iguro kisses the back of your neck "squeezing me in so much you cant let me go can you?" he says lowly in your ear, thrusting his hips slow yet hitting hard making you whimper out. "you're gonna be good and listen to me yeah? Since you want to make that joke earlier. How dose my cock feel in your messy pussy from a short guy?" He chuckles

Your mouth hangs open with your loud moans filling the room. You tried to hide your voice, dare someone walk by and hear you but iguro only puts his fingers in your mouth, preventing you from hiding your voice "what whoreish moans your letting out. Looks like you want more if your moaning like that on my cock. Or is it mituri giving you more pleasure? Tell us y/n" iguro said, snapping his hips faster.

Mitsuri began to rub your clit faster and lifts your chin up to look at her. "I love you y/n" she said and kissed you "I love this face you're making for me right now, if only iguro could see it. So pretty" Mitsuri smiles "you're voice is so cute. Why would you hide it from us?" she kisses you and goes down to your boobs and starts sucking at your nipple.

"Dose it feel good when I do this?" She asked and you nod quickly, to fucked out to even answer "You're such a good girl, cum for us" Mitsuri kept rubbing your clit, not getting tired since she could do this all day thanks to her given arm strength. "So good, such a fucking girl" iguro moans.

They say that with their sweet words and iguros, soft kisses and love bites almost distract you from their rough actions. "Please, please, I'm so close. Please let me cum" you begged "yeah thats it, cum on my cock. Show me what a messy slut you can be" iguro said, pouding his cock, bullying his tip on your spot.

"Let go y/n. Cum for me" Mituri said. Your legs tremble with tears rolling down your face from the over situation and squirt. Iguro cums inside you through your orgasm and he chuckles with heavy breaths "good girl" he spanks your ass and pulls out of you. Mituri pulls you in her arms and pets your head, laying down. "You did so well, my love," she said and kissed your forehead.

You gave her a half smile and rested your head on her big, soft boobs. You felt iguros hand run up your thighs and grabbed your ass, rubbing it and him doing the same action to mitsuri. "Just lay back and relax. I'll clean up the mess, " he said, and mituri nodded happily

"Thanks, iguro," you said, closing your eyes.

[gravehags]

give me mercy no more

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x f!Reader x Cumulus

Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: masturbation, voyeurism, panty sniffing, breaking and entering, pussy eating, dick riding, this is starting to read like a rap sheet, unexpected romance, threesome, antichrist reference

Words: 3,790

Summary: He should know better than to pine so desperately after what is not his, but the way you look at him makes it so hard. So he takes action in the only way he knows how.

a/n: being in a throuple with cumulus and cardinal copia would save me, clear my skin, and give me a reason to live. hallelujah. also reference to copia being the antichrist.

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This is Cardinal Copia’s little secret.

He adores you. He’s long admired you, would see you standing in the crowds at his rituals gazing up at him…and also at one of his keyboardists. Cumulus’ new girlfriend that the ghoulette excitedly introduced to him, unaware of his long-standing infatuation. It was fine, he told himself, he was happy for his beloved ghoulette. Seeing her smile made him smile. But the more he watched you two in the dining hall, caught glimpses of the two of you kissing in secluded little areas of the abbey, the more he needed…well, more.  

He cannot believe his luck after charming the keys to your quarters off a maintenance worker and sneaking in while you are at Nihil’s mass and while he is supposed to be in a meeting with Cardinals von Schreck and Bergoglio. No matter, he is head of the Ghost project now, he can do as he pleases. Your room is sizable - not a surprise considering your position as a more senior sister - but even he doesn’t have a closet as spacious as yours. One that would make a perfect little spot for him to kneel and watch you both. He tucks the idea away and focuses - you could come back at any time. It takes a moment of fussing to access the hamper in your absurdly large closet but when he looks down at its contents he smiles wide. Perfetto. Right on top is a mesh thong in cardinal red - almost as if you put it there just for him. His gloved hand is trembling as he reaches down and gently picks it up. With some hesitation, as if the garment is going to burst into flame, he raises the gusset to his nose and inhales deep. The forbidden smell of you floods his brain and he collapses against the doorframe. Frantically he lifts his cassock and fumbles for his button and zipper and by the time he takes himself out he’s already hard and drooling. His body sags against the wood as he smears the pre with his thumb then spits in his hand. 

“Cara mia,” he moans the moment leather meets flesh. His eyes slip shut and his jaw hangs open as he bunches your underwear under his nose with one hand and strokes his cock with the other. He thinks of the generous curve of your hip in those tight black pencil skirts you favor, the way the fabric clings to your belly. Those days when he’d be lucky enough to catch you in the library bending over to pick up a stack of books and he’d have to hurry off to his office to address the tent in his trousers he desperately tried to hide with the drape of his cassock. How you looked in that chilly little alcove the other day pressed up against his ghoulette, her tail wrapped around your thigh as you traced her lips with your tongue. Cumulus almost caught him that time but he darted behind a statue of the Whore of Babylon, quick as one of his rats. There’s a thrill in his heart in that moment however, the fear only further igniting his passions. There’s a sound outside from the hallway, a sibling’s laughter, that causes him to jump and remember where he is. His cock twitches in his firm grip and his mouth is open, drool pooling in his jaw as he looks down and squeezes, imagining it’s your cunt instead. He won’t last long, not with the sweet smell of you driving his fist forward and back at a punishing pace as he moans into the fabric. His eyes dart over to your bed and he imagines you and Cumulus, tangled together kissing lazily, your hands brushing over each other’s curves. What sweet noises his ghoulette could tease out of you with her talented fingers. He’s panting like a dog now, your smell all but overwhelming him and his hips spasm once, twice and he’s cumming in desperate spurts. His spine feels like it’s made out of jell-o as he finally lowers your underwear from his face. Stars bloom behind his eyelids and idly he remembers he’s still fisting his cock. He opens his eyes and sighs at the mess on his glove…and on your closet floor.

“Ah, shit,” he hisses, briefly dropping your most sacred underwear so he can rummage in the hamper for a shirt or a towel or something. When he finds a slightly damp hand towel he’s filled with relief, wiping off his fingers first before tucking himself away and lowering his cassock. As for the floor…eh, it’s wood and you shouldn’t notice once he scrubbed his mess away. In his haste to hide the towel, he almost leaves behind his treasure crumpled on the floor. As he reaches out for it he hesitates for a moment, but the insistent little devil on his shoulder is cooing so sweetly in his ear in your voice. She won’t miss it. She would want you to have it. He’s never been one to say no to the Devil. And if he finds himself fingering the fabric stuffed in his pocket during his delayed meeting…well he certainly will not confess. His prize lasts for a week before the smell of you fades and he’s more than made a mess of the garment after hastily wrapping it around his cock one night while pleasuring himself. It now sits in his hamper - he’ll return it to you after getting it thoroughly cleaned. He briefly considers stealing another pair the next time he’s in your quarters but then he remembers how spacious and cozy your closet was. A perfect little spot to hide.

And watch.

It’s bolder than anything he’s done before but that only makes him more aroused by it. He knows you spend Friday nights with Cumulus in your room and his blood sings at the prospect of witnessing what the two of you get up to when you think you’re alone. He plans his day perfectly - manages to get to your quarters and smuggle himself away in the dark behind your habits, the door open just enough for a generous view of your bed. He’s not wearing his cassock tonight - just his simple black suit - so he has less fabric to fuss around and can get straight to business. When he hears your lock make a click and the door squeaks open, he’s momentarily flooded with fear. What if you opened the closet door and saw him, the de facto leader of the Ministry, crouched on his knees with his cock out? His fist flies to his mouth as he bites down on a moan at the thought, his dick twitching in his pants. He peers out into the room and wonders if either of you heard him, but the two of you are quite preoccupied. He doesn’t know how Cumulus has disrobed you this fast as you work the buttons of her shirt and ease her suspenders off her shoulders. With a playful shove she pushes you onto the bed where you bounce, grinning up at her.

“Bossy tonight, babe,” you coo, scooting your body up the mattress as Cumulus removes her pants and underwear. With a snort she slingshots her bra at your head and you skillfully dodge it with a laugh. His heart aches as he watches the two of you, so carefree and intimate, and for a moment jealousy and sadness flood his veins. The feeling is mercifully brief as he watches you beam at the ghoulette settling between your legs. The two of you are so…so…lovely. His mustache twitches as his lips curl into a smile watching you wind one of Cumulus’ white curls around your finger. Idly the ghoulette leans down and places a gentle series of kisses to your belly before sliding her body lower. When he finally gets a view of the treasure between your spread legs his breath comes out in a shudder. You’re already so wet, your curls glistening as your lover teasingly blows her cool breath over you. Your eyes slide shut and your head tilts back to expose your throat as she lowers her mouth to where her thumbs spread you open and hovers. 

“‘Lus if you don’t–”

“If I don't, what?” she asks airily, placing a cheeky kiss to your mound. She looks up at you and must mouth something that he can’t see or hear because you let out a giggle and tug on your lower lip with your teeth.

“Understood,” you sigh and Cumulus arches her back, giving him a delightful view of her own dripping cunt. 

“Good girl,” she purrs before diving in. He’s so caught up in the moment he realizes he hasn’t even freed his cock from his trousers, and the head is leaking profusely against the fabric. Hastily he pulls himself out and sighs as the blessedly cool air hits his heated flesh. Once in hand he turns his attention back to the two of you and…oh.

Cumulus’ tongue lazily circles your clit as she moans into you. Your head is thrown back, chest flushed as you fist her curls.

“Mmmfuck ‘Lus, yeah right there.”

The whine in your voice makes Copia bump his head on the doorframe in his eagerness to get a better view from his hiding spot. The two of you are all soft, undulating skin as she loudly laps at your cunt, her finger teasing at your entrance. The sheer decadence of the image before him makes his breath come in pants as he once again runs a hand over his throbbing cock. When Cumulus slowly, achingly slowly slides her finger inside you your moan is borderline pornographic. 

“Just like that, baby. One more.”

Obligingly she slides another digit inside you and grins.

“You take me so well, don’t you? Doesn’t she, Cardinal?”

It takes him a second before he drops his dick in shock, it comically bobbing in front of him as his face is flooded with red. He takes a couple deep breaths before once again peering out into your bedroom to see you looking right into his white eye, your head cocked and a teasing smile on your face. Cumulus is propped up on an elbow, also watching him, looking amused.

“Are you going to come out, your Eminence, or shall we drag you out by your ear?”

Something about the way your lips wrap around his hardly used formal title as you gently humiliate him sets him on fire. Fuck it, he thinks as he stands, not even bothering to tuck himself away before opening the closet door and stepping out. Your eyes widen and eyebrows shoot up when you behold him with his hands perched on his hips. Cumulus lets out a low wolf whistle and his stance falters slightly.

“I don’t quite know what to say, Cardinal,” you breathe, reaching down to idly scratch behind Cumulus’ horn. “Other than are you going to put that to use or not?”

“What?” he asks flatly, anticipating a shaming or degradation, hell even being chased out by a feral ghoulette. Said feral ghoulette instead smiles wide at him and gestures to you.

“She asked you a question, Cardinal. Are you,” she rises from her reclined position as she speaks, slowly stepping over to him, “going to stuff my girl full of your pretty, fat cock or are you going to leave her wanting? I don’t recommend it. She’s very vindictive.”

His eyes dart over to you where you coyly grin at him and flutter your eyelashes.

“I…eh…I don’t…”

“You’re going to say no?” you pout exaggeratedly, “After I’ve spent all this time wanting you?”

He can almost hear a record scratch.

“Wanting me?” he hoarsely half-shouts, which makes Cumulus snort loudly. “But you…you and Cumulus…”

“Mmhmm, me and Cumulus,” you nod encouragingly, “and I think there’s room for one more. Wouldn’t you agree, love?”

His ghoulette runs a claw down his arm and he shivers.

“I think I can manage to share,” she grins, “with my Cardinal. After all, he works so hard. And I know you’ve seen the way she watches you during rituals. How could I deny her this?”

“I’m only disappointed he didn’t wear the white suit tonight,” you say mischievously, propping yourself up on an elbow with a wink. “But there’s always next time.”

“Darling, he hasn’t even agreed to this time,” Cumulus chuckles. He looks at her and at you, on the bed. The two of you deliciously bare and you, so eager for him. His head spins and he wonders if too much blood rushing to his cock would knock him out.

“Belle donne,” he finally says, with a little bow, “I am at your service.”

Copia didn’t know where this night was going to end an hour ago but he certainly hadn’t imagined it like this. Cumulus is on him in an instant, much to your glee, stripping him of his clothing. In a flash he’s nude, save for his gloves, and Cumulus kneels before him taking his hand in hers. She looks up at him knowingly before he exhales and gives her a tight nod. Gently she slides the leather off each hand and when she sees the inflamed flesh at the centers of his palms she bows her head in deference before kissing them. You’re on your knees on the bed, watching curiously but you don’t inquire further - just nod your head at him - and he is thankful. 

“Come here, beloved,” you say, outstretching your arms and with Cumulus by his side, he reaches the bed. Just as tenderly as his ghoulette had treated him, you reach up and brush back a piece of errant hair, your thumbs gliding along his cheekbones.

“Huh. I never knew you had so many freckles,” you say with a soft smile, “Cute.”

When your small hand drifts downwards to card through his chest hair you smile even wider at the tattoo on his pectoral.

“Aren’t you full of surprises? A tattoo, a peeping tom…oh and I would like that pair of underwear back, by the way. It is my favorite, after all.”

He has to force himself not to choke in humiliation but in an instant your hand has drifted lower. He’s only half-hard now but the way your fingertips brush against his shaft makes his head fall forward. Slowly, you stroke him to full hardness as he pants into your ear.

“Nice and ready for me, Cardinal,” you murmur, swiping a thumb over the head of him, making his hips buck. He hears Cumulus make a soft noise of appreciation from behind him and he turns his head slightly to see her splayed out in the overstuffed chair in the corner.

“Don’t worry about me,” she smiles as her fingers dance between the curls at the juncture of her thighs, “Focus on her.”

When he turns his gaze back to you, you lean in and nose along his jaw.

“How do you want me?” you whisper, placing a sweet little kiss to his neck. The question makes him throb and he thinks of all the times he’s watched you during mass, during your duties, and the myriad of ways he’s imagined having you.

“Ride me, cara,” he breathes, “I-I want you to ride me.”

He can feel your grin against his throat as you shift to the side and pull him down to the mattress. Cumulus is up in an instant and walks over to the two of you to settle in on the bed with her back against the headboard and her legs spread. She crooks her finger at Copia and he crawls to her before settling in with his head on her belly, breasts tantalizingly close. When she brings her hands to his shoulders, rubbing at the tense muscle, he sighs.

“Good boy, Cardinal,” Cumulus purrs, making his cock twitch. She looks up at you, still perched at the bottom of the bed.

“Come on, honey. Come show us how pretty you’ll look riding his cock.”

You beam at the two of them before shuffling onto your knees and maneuvering your legs to straddle him. When your cunt, still soaked from your earlier activities with Cumulus, brushes the underside of his dick a shiver runs through him.

“Perfezione,” he murmurs, gazing at you adoringly as you slide yourself back and forth against him.

“Mmm and you haven’t even been inside her yet,” Cumulus says, running a clawed hand through his silver streaked hair. When you raise yourself and wrap your fingers around his cock to position him at your entrance, he holds his breath. You look to Cumulus and then to him before slowly - achingly, tortuously slowly - impaling yourself on him. He nearly cums on the spot when he hears the sweet little whimper you let out after taking him to the hilt and feeling the way you stretch around him.

“Copia,” you breathe, uttering his name for the first time that evening. It makes him want to weep. Cumulus chuckles behind him but her voice comes out rougher and lower than usual.

“How does he feel, sweetheart?”

Experimentally, you raise yourself halfway off him and slide back down.

“So good, ‘Lus. Filling me up just right.”

She hums in contentment and then places a kiss to the top of his head.

“And you, Cardinal?”

“She’s p-perfect, like I always imagined her to be. Hot a-and wet and–fuck–tight.”

You close your eyes and smile, lifting yourself off him once more and bringing your hips down with much more force this time. He lets out a broken moan as you repeat the action, setting an eager pace for yourself. You feel his eyes lingering on your face, the bounce of your tits, and the way he disappears inside you.

“Touch me,” you whine, “Please, Copia.”

“C-can I?” He knows his voice is desperate as he cocks his ear towards Cumulus, who lets out a laugh.

“Of course you can, she’s yours too, remember?”

She’s yours too…for the second time that night he almost cums on the spot. His hands shake as he tentatively places them on your thighs. He freezes, too hypnotized by the way your skin feels under his fingertips but Cumulus is watching and reaches to place her hands over his.

“We’ll do it together,” she murmurs against his hair as she guides his hands onto the curve of your hip. Your pace slows slightly as you revel in the way your lovers knead the flesh of your ass, smiling down at Copia. He’s mesmerized as Cumulus places his hands onto the curve of your belly so he can feel the soft skin there before sliding them upwards to palm at your breasts. Your head tips back and you keen beautifully as his thumbs circle your nipples. When Cumulus guides him to pinch, he’s worried that it’s too hard but the way your cunt clenches around him and your mouth falls open says otherwise.

“Bellissima,” he rasps out, “again, please.”

The way your smile scrunches your nose makes his heart sing and you appease him before continuing to slide your hips up and down. Your pace begins to get a little less languorous, a little more frantic and he fucks up into you eagerly.

“Copia,” you pant, thighs clearly burning from the effort, “fuck, Copia, s-so good. ‘Lus he feels so good.”

“I know, sweetheart,” the ghoulette purrs from behind him, eyes hungrily watching your coupling. Copia feels Cumulus slip a hand between his body and her own to rub at her clit and it makes him groan.

“Come on, Cardinal, make her really feel it,” she pants as her fingers dip into her slick. When she takes them out and holds them up to his lips he greedily sucks them in, lapping at the taste of her. His hips jackrabbit upwards, making you throw your head back and cry out.

“Don’t stop, Copia, please, please, please, do–ah!”

In an instant your walls are spasming around him and his breath comes in broken stutters.

“Cum for her, Cardinal,” Cumulus breathes into his ear, her own hand returning to her clit. “Cum for us both.”

“Cara!” he shouts, hips rutting desperately into yours as he fills you up with rope after rope of his seed. At the same time he hears Cumulus moan low and long into his ear as she efficiently brings herself over the edge.

“So good, Copia,” she pants, “so good for us.”

When you collapse against his chest, trying to catch your breath with his cock still inside you he smiles against your hair. Lifting your head you give him a tired smile before gently, sweetly placing your lips against his in a slow kiss. You pull away only for a moment to lean upwards and slot your mouth against Cumulus’, the two of you giggling as your tongues tangle. When you finally pull away, a string of saliva connects the two of you and he raises his hand to wind a finger in it and bring it to his mouth.

“Ragazze mie,” he whispers, “Belle e meravigliose ragazze.”

“Our Cardinal,” you murmur, placing a soft kiss on his tattoo. With some effort you slide off him and he scoots over so you can join him between Cumulus’ legs. 

“So,” you begin conversationally, fingers carding through his chest hair, “is this what you expected when you came here to watch us tonight, you filthy pervert?”

He laughs and shakes his head.

“Eh, truth be told I hadn’t thought further ahead than getting in your closet. How…how long have you both known I…I was…”

“Watching us?” Cumulus supplies, her fingers stroking up and down his arm. “Ages. I knew she wanted you as well the moment I started pursuing her. And, well. I’ve always thought you were handsome, Cardinal. When this opportunity popped up, we couldn’t resist.”

“Mmhmm,” you agree, tilting his chin over to look at you. His lipstick is smudged on your top lip and strands of hair stick to your sweaty forehead. You’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“The feeling is mutual,” you grin and it dawns on him that he said that statement out loud. “Second only to her.” You give Cumulus a wink and then your eyes travel over her breasts. As he watches you lean upwards and suck along the underside of one before slipping her nipple into your mouth he growls.

“I’m eh. Not quite ready for round two,” he admits after clearing his throat, toying with a strand of your hair.

“Don’t worry, my love,” you smile, “You can watch. You don’t even have to get back in the closet, either.”

[midnightsun-if]

the reactions of the ros to the scenario of mc forgetting to smooch them were so good, all of them ugh <3 Sloane had me laughing the most to myself... they're so dramatic and sulky PLS LMAO the wet dog energy is so real, Sloane deserves all the smooches in the world.

If you could, would it be possible for you to give us the reactions of the ros that didn't take the initiate to get their smooch if mc suddenly barged in the room minutes later to kiss them and be like "I almost forgot, have a good day <3" before leaving once more.

We need justice for Sloane, C and Caden especially ("the absence of your presence, of the kiss that you always bestowed onto them, more stifling than they’d ever believed it could be" was beautifully written but it had me sad AAAA)

Sloane absolutely does have wet dog energy. They’re an angry individual because of various things that’ve happened to them, and it being one of the only ways they were able to express themself, but they always predominantly get more angry at themself than they do other people. It’s something that’ll they will try to work on and slowly begin to cope with— a journey that I’m excited to start.

Follow up to this ask.

Koda:

At the smile you offer him return, a weight is lifted from his chest. He wasn’t sure if his return kiss plan would work out, even his most simplest of plans never did, but the sight of your joy more than made up for all his failures in the past.

“Thank you, Koda.” In return you press a brief kiss to his lips, warmed by his unceasing care for you. “I appreciate it. I’m sorry that I forgot, I’m just running late in meeting Blake.”

Koda beams down at you, nose nuzzling against yours. “That’s alright, Anon. It just means I’ll have to kiss you more every time you forget.”

Scarlett:

At your continued silence, a saccharine smile flits across her lips, emerald eyes flashing merrily in a way that’d spell for trouble for anyone that wasn’t you. With natural born grace, Scarlett easily maneuvers to her feet to make her way closer to you. “Playing coy now, sweet thing?” She tsks, brow furrowed disapprovingly. “Tell me, my beloved, what did you forget that’s so important.”

Your head tilts, eyes watching the subtle movements of her body. “Your kiss?”

Scarlett hums. “And I had such fun things planned for later.” Taking your chin between two fingers, the phantom press of her lips against yours being all that’s offered before she vanishes from your presence altogether. You’re only able to blink owlishly, the sight of your girlfriend once again reclined elegantly, being all that fills your vision. “Run along now, my beloved. You clearly have a busy day to get to, I won’t keep you any longer. Though, make no mistake, tonight you’re mine.”

Cyrus/Cyra:

Looking at the facts, as it turned out, didn’t help in the slightest, not when their feelings for you were so astronomically out of the realm of possibility, something that could never truly be understood or properly identified due to how large it was. They tried to hold onto the simple fact that it hadn’t happened with malicious intent, that everyone was allowed an off day, but that didn’t stop their inner self, their Phoenix, from squawking in protest at not being able to feel their mate.

So when you return, slightly out of breath, they try to pretend like everything’s fine, that their heart hadn’t leapt at the sight of your return, but they couldn’t deny that their inner flame roared back to life at the feel of your lips pressed to theirs; the whispered apology you offer once pulling back being lost in the white noise it causes.

Their reaction may not have been within the realm of reason, at least not when it comes to their usual ones, but when had love ever been?

Quinn:

They huff to themself, looking back down at their haul. It had been a surprise they wanted to gift to you, knowing how stressed you had been with your exams coming up, even fighting down the urge to gag when they bought fresh blood suckers, because you needed something to settle yourself with.

“Oh well,” they mutter, shoulders slightly slumped. “I’ll just put these in their room and hope they’ll be back to enjoy them soon.”

As if summoning you with their mind, you’re suddenly right in front of them, bringing an immediate smile to their lips, before your own cover them. “I’m sorry,” you murmur, pressing another fleeting kiss to their lips. “I’ve been in such a hurry I forgot to give you this.”

The arm around your waist tightens. “It’s well worth the wait.”

Caden:

Like a beacon of light and warmth, you suddenly reappear once more, fighting against the darkness, and the coldness it brings, as you come closer. The apologetic look on your face tells them all they need to know as why you returned and, for the briefest of moments, they feel guilt well within their gut. Had you somehow understood their mood? Were you going to be late now because of them? They’d never wish for you to get in trouble because of them.

However, the moment your lips press gently to their own, those thoughts and feelings slip from their mind completely, only being able to focus on you. At the feeling of completion they now felt slotting into place within their unbeating heart— a feeling that almost made them feel like they were alive once more.

Sloane:

“I completely spaced,” you say, rushing back into the room towards Sloane, eyes wide in apology. “I was in such a rush I forgot to give you a kiss.”

Sloane, for their part, is completely floored that you remembered, that you’d care enough to turn back and rectify a wrong that shouldn’t even be as big of a deal that it was. Of course they would. I’m important to them, it wasn’t done maliciously, you overgrown fur-bag. They barely respond when you place a delicate kiss to their lips, still too embroiled in their thoughts, but their arms flex instinctively when you try to pull away. Just wanting to hold you for a second longer. And, for the moment, they’re able to forget the demons that lurk in the shadows of their mind, not think about them, when in the face of your beautiful light.

Blake:

“I actually forgot to give you a kiss?”

The apologetic look and tone brings a tender smile to Blake’s lips, one finger gently running a path down your cheek. “A mistake I was certain was just that. I mean look at me.” They playfully wriggle their brows, tongue peeking out from between their teeth. “How could you not want to kiss this?”

At your playful eye roll, and exasperated huff, a weight is lifted from their shoulders, even if they’d never showcase it. Good, they think. I don’t like it when you’re sad, and you wouldn’t be. Not if I ever have anything to say about.

Reginald/Regina:

“I’m so sorry.”

Your sudden reappearance near them, after the relative silence that had settled over the dorm, almost causes them to fling their book into the air, a surprised yelp just barely stifled in the back of their throat. At your apologetic gaze, they’re suddenly reminded of what exactly had been forgotten— by the both of you it seems. And, due to that, they lean forward just as you do. Trying to, without words, show how sorry they were for forgetting something so important, something that made them feel a bit more at home in a world that wanted to be anything but.

Something that finally made them feel like they belonged.

[pearlywritings]

Auntie

synopsis: dating Diluc means meeting his brother’s family as well, and though you are still very nervous of what they think of you, the married couple seems to really adore you already. Only Callie, your lover’s niece, is still very shy, but you do not abandone your attempts to change that. And Kaeya wants to make sure your efforts are rewarded.

pairing and characters: Diluc x fem!reader, Kaeya x his wife and their daughter Callie

tw: pure fluff, established relationships, reader is nervous, domestic moment

word count: 2.8k+ words

author’s note: Happens before A child of our own , and after @lunargrapejuice​‘s An unexpected surprise , if you follow the chronological order.

Family AU masterlist

A big warm hand in a black glove tightly envelopes yours and gives it a soft squeeze. This makes you exhale way too quickly, giving out your nervous state. There is no reason for it, really, but it's been only a handful of times when you met your lover's brother and his family. You think it is a very big step for your relationship with the man and every single time you have a small fear hidden in the depths of your heart that you'll mess anyhow and they will not approve of you as Master Ragnvindr's partner.

You love Diluc dearly and have been by his side for a couple of years already, but his family haven't come into picture that often. First there was the developing of trust and then both Mr and Mrs Alberich have been very busy tending to their baby daughter, Callie. An adorable little girl, resembling her dad a lot, but having mom's eyes as a pretty gift. You've seen her before, and almost immediately fell in love with a tiny wonder, indescribably touched that her parents have been welcoming you to interact with her. But of course it's Diluc who she immediately became fond of. Warm, strong, secure, she got attached to him from the start as Kaeya's wife once shared. As for her - with the woman you clicked almost immediately, and Kaeya… Well, he was very hard to read for you, to the point of getting a slight headache, but from the looks he gave his beloved wife and newborn daughter you knew, he was a good man.

And now you and Diluc are in the carriage on your way from the Winery to the Mondstadt City - it's been three months since the redhead proposed moving in with him. Sitting closely, practically hip to hip, the man is holding your hand and carefully presses his cheek to the side of your head.

"Everything is going to be alright," his voice is calm and tone is reassuring.

"I know, 'luc, I know. It will be. And I am really happy to know your family! It's just… Should they really be so accepting of me? I mean I am just your girlfriend-"

"You are my girlfriend," usually he never interrupts you, but there are times when he needs to be firm. "You are my partner, and I am glad they understand that."

You sigh, leaning more into him, feeling the other arm slide behind you for the palm to gentlemanly rest on your waist. Diluc is not that open with his affectionate touches when others are around, but the reality of staying alone proves he is actually really good at it.

"Callie is still so shy around me. At least that's not a surprise," you chuckle, glancing out of the window, noticing familiar sceneries - you are really close to the city.

"She will warm up to you. Just give her time."

"This sweet girl can have all the time in the world, and I am patient."

"Yes, you are, my flame."

'After all, you've been so patient with me,' he wants to add, but it's still so hard to express his feelings. He hopes you know what he means. And you do.

The rest of your ride is spent in a comfortable silence. You relax in his embrace and even close your eyes for a few moments to collect yourself, ignoring the rattling noise the wheels are making, colliding with stones of the bridge and city pavement. At last, not a minute after entering the main gates, the carriage stops, and Diluc leans away from your hold. He swings the door open and gets out, immediately turning around and offering you a hand. You happily take it.

The house is the same as months ago, even the clothes drying on the balcony seem to resemble ones from the last time you visited, maybe just a few additions. Lovely pots with bluish flowers decorate the windowsills and you think of how beautiful the winery would look in red or maybe white? It should really compliment the overall exterior of the building. 

While you remain deep in thoughts, your boyfriend sends the carriage off and, not letting go of your hand, rings the bell at the door.

"Coming!" A female voice shouts from the depths of the house, snapping you out of daze, and a moment later the lock clicks open and the heavy wood reveals a young pretty woman. Her smile grows when she sees who is at the doorstep.

"Oh, it's you two, hello! Come, come! You are just in time," she ushers you inside and locks the door again. The shoes are taken off and slippers are offered instead: one more detail that plays with the strings of your heart gently - they got you your own pair from the start.

"Please, watch your step, it can be a little messy. Honey!" She raises her voice a little, addressing her husband somewhere within the house. "Your brother and his girlfriend are here! Dears," she turns to you two again," go to the living room, you know where it is, and I'll be back with you shortly - need to finish something in the kitchen."

"Do you need help?" You instantly blurt out, nervous again. Mrs Alberich only shakes her head with a never-fading smile.

"No, dear, don't worry, I got this. But thanks for the offer, I appreciate it," she gives your elbow a squeeze and then runs off. You exhale sharply again, putting a hand on your widely beating heart, and Diluc presses a palm in the small of your back, rubbing.

"Everything is fine, see? You are doing great," he quietly murmurs in your ear and leaves a chaste kiss on your temple. This makes you feel so much better.

"Thank you," you mouth just as quietly and with a more confident posture follow the path of the corridor to the living room.

The woman wasn't lying when she mentioned the mess - multiple toys are scattered on the floor and you spot some that you gifted as well. Another soft tug on your heart comes from an understanding that the girl liked them enough to include in her toddler plays.

Among all this the tall man with navy braided hair is walking back and forth, measuring the room with wide steps (barefoot as you note). His usual tight pants are changed to the loose ones, and the shirt is nowhere near being tucked in under the waistband. But you must admit even in this temporary lack of neatness he corresponds to the word his wife loves calling him affectionately - handsome.

"Hope your journey went safely, Diluc, Y/n," Kaeya turns to face you after yet another stop at the opposite wall, and you finally see her - Callie. Same navy but short hair, and cute gems of mom's eyes, which she immediately hides along with her face in dad's chest, feeling shy. Kaeya softly rubs her back.

"Hello, Kaeya. Yes, it did," the redhead by your side nods. You offer his brother a smile instead.

"Hello, Kaeya. Hi, Callie," the Khaenri'ahn doesn't miss how your voice drops to a softer note. He likes that about you - how quickly you accepted his daughter as a member of the family and not just an offspring of your lover's brother. You are doting and sweet, not abandoning your attempts to befriend the naturally timid girl and the man must admit, he’s grown quite fond of you. The fact you befriended his wife on day one only plays in your favor. 

And he wants to make sure that your efforts pay off.

"Hey, little flower?" The child raises her head, recognizing her father's soft voice. "We have guests, why don't you say hi?"

"Hi?" She chirps adorably, blinking her eyes in question.

"Yes, baby, say hi. Come on, don't be shy."

Hesitantly the two-year old turns her head, and, upon spotting the familiar crimson of Diluc's hair, her attitude changes almost completely. She reaches her hands towards him, making grabby motions and gurgling happily. The man takes it as a sign to step closer and give her his forefingers, on which she latches right away.

"Hi, uncle!" Another chirp leaves her mouth and you can swear there is a tiny smile on his lips.

"Hi, Callie," low voice rumbles soothingly, and the girl squeals in excitement, bouncing in Kaeya's arms.

"Hi!"

"Hi."

"Hi-hi!"

"Yes, little one, hi-hi."

You watch the interaction mesmerized, eyes glued to just the image of Diluc wiggling his fingers to move gently her tiny fingers right and left, while his lips spill tender words. It feels special, being here and witnessing it. Will he be the same with your kids?

The notion comes as fast as it makes your cheeks flush. No, no, it's too early to think of your own family, now you need to concentrate on another one.

Lost in your wandering thoughts yet again, you almost miss when Kaeya moves closer to you, until the same tiny hand taps your chest.

"Don't think we've forgotten you," a teasing lilt is something so much Cavalry Captain-like. "I think she wants you to hold her."

"Wait, you sure?" You've never felt more aware of reality and your hesitancy is understandable. Before in all the rare times you saw her, she always denied being too close to you, hiding in her dad's, or mom's, or uncle's chest, only shyly interacting with you if indulged in a game with toys. "I mean, usually she is so bashful around me, I wouldn't want to overwhelm her."

"Well, she seems to have changed her mind. Come on, Y/n. She's waiting."

Meeting her eyes you wait another second to make sure she doesn't avert them. She doesn't, only taps your chest more persistently, a pout forming on her lips.

"Okay, okay, baby, I got you," with caution you slide your hands under Kaeya's and eventually have her in the hold of your arms. "Aren't you an adorable little girl?"

She laughs, kicking her foot, and reaching her hands to grab the golden chain of a ruby pendant Diluc got you for the first anniversary. You let her play with it, fondly watching her and not even fighting a smile off your face. With your attention fully on her you don't see the two men shaking their hands in a proper greeting and turning to observe.

"She's grown since last time," Diluc hums, eyes fixed on his niece. "I think I didn't see that onesie either."

"Oh, yeah, this one is kind of new and old at the same time," catching the man's confused gaze, Cavalry Captain proceeds to elaborate. "Jean gifted this one before Callie was even born. So it was lying in her drawer till the time came. And yes, brother dear, babies turn out to grow so fast."

Diluc wants to add something, but a high-pitched 'dada!' doesn't let him.

Everything was going fine on your end, you were enjoying holding Callie, and she seemed pretty content in your arms, bubbling sweetly at you. But then suddenly she froze as if she remembered something and turned her head, calling for Kaeya. You may be mistaken but you can swear you see him give her a nod of encouragement. Next words solidify your belief.

"Alright, little flower. Just like we practiced. You can do it."

Do what? Your and Diluc's eyes meet, and by the way he quirks his brow you understand he is as clueless, as you are.

"Ah!" There is another tap against your chest and you quickly lower your gaze, focusing on the girl again.

"Yes, sorry, sweety. What is it?"

"Hi, auntie!"

The world around you stops. You can physically feel how your eyes go wide and mouth falls agape and you cannot control your body language, too shocked by what has just happened. It can’t be… There is no reason for her to call you that… No way she knows what this word means, she is too small to understand the term for such a complicated relation- wait, you and Diluc are not even married! Maybe you heard her wrong..?

“W-what did you just say, sweety?” Your voice trembles, so do your lips, breath shaky and heart going absolutely crazy in your chest, threatening to make a big hole and just jump out.

“Hi, auntie!” The child in your arms happily repeats, giggling and flailing her arms enthusiastically. No, you heard everything right the first time. She really called you auntie...

Your eyes brim with tears and you purse your lips tight, inhaling through the nose. A half-sob, half-sniffle confuses Callie and she looks at two other adults in the room, face dropping and ‘did I do something wrong?’ written all over it. Diluc reacts faster than Kaeya. In two steps he is in front of you, accepting her from your shaking hands and cradling to his wide warm chest immediately.

“Shh… It’s okay, you did nothing wrong… Auntie is just surprised, that’s all.”

Your eyes go wide again, when you hear your lover apply the same word to you, acknowledging your role as an aunt for his brother’s daughter. Quick glance in Kaeya’s direction earns you a warm smile and mirth dancing in the star-stricken eye. He only nods, and it already means so much for you. You are accepted. You are approved. You are viewed as Diluc’s partner. You are a part of the family.

“I… Archons, I am so sorry…” You whisper apologetically, reaching to the girl to comfort her, but she hides from you in the redhead’s shoulder, and your heart nearly drops.

“Baby, I didn’t want to upset you…” You murmur softly, palm hovering over her back, but not touching. “You caught me off guard, sweetheart, I am not mad, I promise. Just surprised, as your uncle said. I am so sorry for making you sad. I promise I will be more careful in the future, I will prove to you I am a good aunt-”

Your stream of words abruptly comes to a halt, when the girl turns to you. Thank Barbatos there are no tears streaming down her cheeks or clinging to her lashes, and overall she looks quite alright. Relief washes over you and you slowly exhale, calming your nerves down. Next moment a smile is back on your lips and it gets only wider, when Callie mirrors it and giggles.

“Ah, you are so adorable and kind… Didn’t stay mad at me for long,” a chuckle blends with her giggling, and soon there are grabby motions and eagerness to be back in your arms. She is quick to recover, heh?

“Is it okay?” You decide to check with Kaeya, and to your utmost joy he says 'yes'. So the girl is back in your embrace, latching onto the fabric of your attire, big eyes staring at you and mouth blubbering about everything and nothing, while Diluc is joining his brother on the couch, clenching his hands tightly together and releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

The owner of the Dawn Winery got spooked for a moment there. Seeing both you and his niece in distress nearly made some of his hairs go gray. He curses himself for feeling at loss - he is planning to build a future with you, how is he supposed to do it if he can’t even understand how to comfort properly? At the moment he swears to work hard too, just like you.

Suddenly dull pain strikes his ribs and the man winces, glaring to the side. Kaeya dared to elbow him, hard, and then give him that shit-eating grin of his, the one the fiery man always dreamt of wiping off his smug face.

“You better marry this woman,” his headache of almost 20 years quietly tells him, and for a moment Diluc is touched. But only for a moment. “I already told Callie she was her auntie, don’t go making me a liar now.”

“Out of all the arguments you chose this?” An irritated groan makes the Cavalry Captain snort.

“I mean… Yes, why not?” Diluc swears, he is going to punch him in the face. “I expect to receive the wedding invitation really soon, brother. Now, if you excuse me, it seems like my lovely snowflake experiences some troubles in the kitchen, given she hasn’t yet joined us. I better check on her and our lunch too. Trusting my daughter to you two, have fun!”

And like that Kaeya Alberich makes his escape.

The red-haired man rolls his eyes in exaggeration. Then, his focus returns to you - cooing and playing with your self-proclaimed niece - and his whole snarky resolve dissipates.

Yeah… Kaeya is right. He will marry you, for many more reasons actually. But as for the situation at hand…

…an uncle can’t be complete without an aunt, can he?

[witchywriter18]

Sebastian and the Graphorn

This going to tie back to my "Beast loving Hufflepuff" headcannons. I haven't quite figured out links yet but you should be able to find it on my page fairly quickly. Also, this will be F!MC

Sebastian was reading a book on curses in the little reading spot MC had made for him. Said Hufflepuff was tending to her Graphorn at the moment. Sebastian had already assisted in caring for the smaller critters. He was still a little wary around that beast.

"Sebastian, I need you!" MC called from the upper part of the room.

Picking up on the distressed tone of voice, Sebastian snapped his book shut and raced up the steps.

"What happened?!" he asked, looking around in a panic.

"Up here, quick!" MC called from the balcony near the coastal vivarium.

"Would you mind informing me of what's going on?" Sebastian asked while he followed her through the opening.

He was met with the Graphorn his beloved was ever so fond of laying on the ground, panting.

"I'm not sure. I came in here to feed and brush him and saw him like this. I didn't think beasts could get ill in these vivariums," she explained while kneeling on the ground next to the beast, petting his head.

"Alright, what am I supposed to do?" Sebastian asked.

It may have sounded harsher then he ment it to. Sebastian of course didn't want to wish ill on the Graphorn but he still wasn't sure what in Merlin's name he was supposed to do.

"I just need you to stay with Snuffles and keep an eye on him while get some tonic or something from Hogsmead. I just hope it'll be enough to help him," she said, cooing over the panting beast.

While Sebastian was still a little nervous being around the creature, his lover's happiness was more important then his feeling of unease.

"Very well. I'll make sure 'Snuffles' is in good company until you return," he said.

"Thank you! I'll be back as soon as I can!"

She pressed a quick kiss on Sebastian's cheek before rushing off to the floo flame conveniently in the Room of Requirement.

Sebastian sighed while glancing down at the Graphorn his girlfriend had so lovingly named Snuffles.

"Think you'll be alright for a moment while I grab a book?" Sebastian asked.

The Graphorn let out a huff which Sebastian took as a 'yes'. Instead of treaking downstairs to his reading corner, he glanced over the bookcase right next to the vivarium. One title caught his eye.

"Haven't read this in a while," he muttered to himself, snatching it off the shelf and walking back inside the vivarium.

The Graphorn was still in the same place, still looking miserable. Sebastian couldn't help but feel bad for the poor thing. This mighty, powerful, majestic creature reduced to a sickly state for some unknown reason.

"Don't worry buddy, she'll return shortly, I'm sure. How about a story while we wait?" Sebastian offered, giving the beast a comforting scratch on its head.

The Graphorn let out a 'chuff' sound.

"I have a hunch you haven't heard the Tales of Beedle and Bard. I myself have but not for a while. Not since me and my sister were kids," he told the beast, a sad smile on his face.

After the incident with the relic and murdering his uncle, Anne had moved away somewhere else. He had only received a single letter saying she was safe but not where she was exactly. That was back at the end of 5th year. It was the middle of 6th year and he hadn't heard from Anne since.

If it hadn't been for MC staying with him over the summer, Sebastian wasn't sure if he would have made it.

So keeping her Graphorn company while she looked for a possible solution was the least he could do for his loyal Hufflepuff.

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"I'm back!" MC's voice rang from the doorway.

Both Sebastian and the Graphorn looked up to see her trotting down the slight slope with a bag from the beast shop clutched in her hand.

It was honestly such a sweet sight that greeted her. Sebastian leaning against the Graphorn's side while Snuffles curled around him slightly.

"Good timing, we just finished reading about The Deathly Hallows," Sebastian said, closing the book.

"You were reading to him?" MC asked, sitting on the ground next to him to dig through the bag.

"Yeah. I remembered that whenever I felt poorly, my parents read to me. So I figured Snuffles here wouldn't mind a story," he explained, patting the Graphorn on the head. A purr resonated from the gentle giant.

"Well he seems to be looking a lot better then when I left. Still, better safe then sorry. Open wide buddy," she said, holding up the vial of tonic to the Graphorn's mouth.

The Graphorn shook his head and made grunts of disgust after the liquid went down its throat.

"Yeah, medicine isn't the best big guy, but it's better then you getting ill again," Sebastian said in sympathy.

"I'm glad to see you finally warming up to him. Does this mean you guys are best friends now?" MC asked while giving Snuffles some chin scratches.

"I suppose. Seems like he enjoys being read to. So I figured I can come read to him from time to time. Ya know, keep him company while you run about the Scottish Highlands," Sebastian said, bringing her close to him.

"Sometimes I bring him with me. I need to take him on walks every now and again. Charge down some REAL Dark Wizards instead of that toy dummy he plays with," MC giggled.

"Wait, he has a toy dark wizard to play with? Why didn't you tell me?! I would have loved to see that!" Sebastian exclaimed.

"Well, if Snuffles feels well enough to play, we could bring it out?" MC said, glancing at Snuffles whose tail started to wag.

"Something tells me he's well enough. Bring on the dummy!" Sebastian cheered, standing up.

The rest of the day was spent with Sebastian ridding Snuffles's back, charging at the Dark Wizard dummy while MC moved it around to make it more challenging.

Nothing like watching a boy and his new Graphorn friend play.

So this was slightly inspired by the time my pet rabbit seemed like he was a little sick so I sat and read to him. He wasn't actually sick, just being a stinker and decided to scare us a little. Honestly, I loved writing this like it's so cute 🥺

[eriexplosion]

I have nothing to do this weekend so it is Catch Up On Rewatch time. We're up to Decomissioned!

I genuinely love that this episode begins a very long tradition of the batch making basically Zero goddamn money for Cid because they never accomplish the actual goal she sent them there for

I love the Grime of Ord Mantell so much

Like this? It is a fucking look.

"What if it was shiny" WHAT IF IT WAS GROSS AND COVERED IN DIRT AND RUST AND HAD SOME GUY SLEEPING ON IT?

The woman wandering into Cid's looked drunk already but Omega nearly shooting her in the face sobered her up REAL goddamn quick.

Bolo and Ketch are my beloved boys, crime uncles to go with the crime grandma for Omega. I don't know what their crimes actually are but look at them. They're definitely up to crimes.

This is just a sweet moment though, even if Omega is getting frustrated, everyone gathered around to watch her practice. She's not a natural but SHE'S LEARNING.

Cid: I assume you boys know what a tactical droid is?

Tech:

This is unsurprisingly one of my favorite moments he literally looks like he's going to explode when no one speaks up. IS NO ONE ELSE GOING TO TAKE THIS INCREDIBLY EASY QUESTION?

"You make money, I make money, and I watch your back." You fool. You will never get any money from these people.

CID WITH THE BOW IS HOT OKAY, I AM AN EASY MARK.

You know I'm surprised this facility doesn't sell the tactical droid modules themselves, like I'm sure it's imperial funded to get rid of all the separatist droids but come on, no one in the factory other than the Martez sisters is stealing these things?

BEING THE LOOKOUT WAS CROSSHAIR'S JOB. I'm sure Hunter loves getting that reminder of his Failure to keep his family together.

THE GIRLS ARE HERE <3

DON'T JUST STAND THERE. GRAB A WEAPON. "I had one >:T"

Omega was literally about to shoot Rafa at point blank range though like imagine her first kill was from about 2 feet away

SHOULD I HAVE LET THE DROID SHOOT YOU? Hunter has zero patience right now he is So Grouchy the instant Rafa opens her mouth

No worries just jump over the flaming pit of death Wrecker. Nothing bad can happen when you jump over the flaming pit of death.

LITERALLY STOLE THE DROID HEAD AND LEFT THE CHILD TRAPPED ON THE CONVEYOR BELT TO HELL.

God this moment with Wrecker's chip partially activating is so good.

Trace literally stops and realizes the child is going to be dumped into the slag and does NOTHING ABOUT IT FOR SO DAMN LONG. SHE COMES THROUGH IN THE END BUT GOD HOW LONG YOU GONNA STAND THERE?

I love them, they're disasters.

"Fine but I still don't like you." "I'M USED TO IT." This is very much like Hunter with Phee in season 2 he just gets so fucking cranky.

WRECKER HEARING "GOOD SOLDIERS FOLLOW ORDERS" IN CROSSHAIR'S VOICE IS SO FUCKING MUCH. Love this set up for next episode by which I mean I am horrified by it.

I'm easy, I find it hilarious when Echo makes a dad joke about their name.

THIS WILL HELP ME ACCESS THE PROGRAM. *TECH LITERALLY STABS THE DROID WITH SOME FORM OF SPIKE*

Honestly seeing Rafa again makes me remember those fake leaks when everyone was freaking the absolute fuck out over the idea that Rex/Rafa was going to be a thing in season 2 and honestly I still love the idea. I think that Rex falling for a garbage girl with thieving little raccoon hands is the funniest thing I've ever heard. He found a girlfriend in the dumpster.

Our first real push towards 'you can't just endlessly run away while doing it all for the money' from Trace. Again I am stuck on this, that you can't push for two seasons for the batch to actually stand up to the Empire and fight, to actually push back, and then have it turn out they should have just kept never getting involved anyway if they wanted to live. I'm chewing on the walls and the beams.

"in the end, we all choose sides" anyway this is why I think the very end of the show will be the batch together and actively choosing to go against the Empire, not because they're soldiers but because they're a family and they're fighting for each other. But unfortunately I don't think it will be as simple as retirement even if it's what they deserve, because of bits like this. At the very least, they're active in helping Rex get the other clones somewhere safe, even if they're not diving in to fight directly.

The way they hide who Rex is to make it look like the girls immediately turned on them doijsofd

SOON WE'RE GONNA HAVE REX THOUGH. THE BOY.

[tamayula-hl]

Show Ominis making the baby 🥵

Lol 🤣🤣🤣 Of course I will draw it one day! I want to draw it so badly! In fact, I have written a scene in my novel where Ominis is about to make a baby! Below is a relatively wholesome excerpt from that novel that I translated. It is a machine translation, so there are probably some unnatural parts. I hope one day to turn this novel into a manga ...

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"(Y/N)…!"

Before I knew it, my body had risen from the sofa and I found myself hugging (Y/N) tightly. I don't know what reason I gave her a hug. But right now, if I didn't hold (Y/N)'s body like this, I was so anxious and uneasy that I couldn't stand it.

I hear (Y/N) gasp again at my sudden impulsive action. Her body was clearly strong as if she was surprised, but there was no room for me to care about her like that now. I just put my arms around her, driven by anxiety, and (Y/N) let out a thin voice like a rat about to be strangled by a snake.

"…, I'm in pain, Ominis…. What's wrong…?"

She calls out to me in a completely bewildered manner. The body shook as if it was struggling in my arms.

I know she is doing so reflexively because the hug is too strong. But I foolishly imagine that this is what it will feel like one day when my beloved girlfriend hates me and rejects me.

"I want to make love with you right now. I really want you right now, I can't stop wanting you…" "I……." "Please take my love right now… please…"

I beg for forgiveness, but I don't even have time to wait for the answer, and I put my face to (Y/N)'s lips as it is. The most important thing to remember is that you can't see it, but it's a magnet. Even though I couldn't see it, I easily caught the position of her lips as if they were attracted by a magnet, and I roughly placed my own lips on top of hers as if I was going to smash them.

The warmth and softness she knows so well - I feel their rawness through her lips, and I am instantly filled with pleasure. It seems that the lips are the second most sensitive part of the body to touch after the fingertips. For me, as a blind man, it was very important to kiss her body in this way, in order to understand the current state of my beloved girlfriend. I taste her lips, which should be tasteless but for some reason feel irresistibly sweet, and peck at them roughly and urgently. As I relaxed my arms with the satisfaction that welled up behind the ugly feelings, I felt the strength in (Y/N)'s body disappear. A kiss that was too mature, jealous and hasty. (Y/N) does not reject me in such a one-sided way, but just quietly accepts me. The moment I felt those lovely lips gradually becoming hotter and hotter - I finally couldn't resist and lifted her body up while continuing to kiss her.

"Ominis…" "I'm going to take you to bed. I want to touch you as much as I can right now." "But… I need to take a shower…" "No need. I can't wait any longer. To tell you the truth, I don't even want to wait to go to the bedroom like this.

I hold her body in my arms, but we don't forget to keep our faces close to each other, and in no time at all we reach the bedroom. I have never been so grateful to have only rented a small room due to financial problems. I place (Y/N)'s body on the bed as gently as possible while suppressing my impatience, and then without hesitation I cover her up. I heard the inorganic creaking of the cheap bed somewhere in the distance and resumed rough kisses, making sure to wrap my fingertips around both of her flaming cheeks.

'… haha ……… kissing you is really perfect and great… Even after all these years, just kissing you like this makes me the most horny ……."

Even though I'm just assembling her on the bed and kissing her, I'm overcome by a strong arousal that seems to shake every cell in my body, and my breathing naturally becomes shallow. And it's not just me - (Y/N), who's being left under me, is breathing hard too - I can't help it anymore, I can't stand it.

"(Y/N)…… all I've ever known is kissing you… That kiss in the Undercroft of Hogwarts was my first kiss. (Y/N) would you be the same as me…?"

Although she is a little confused, she nods her head in embarrassment (Y/N). The moment I felt that with the friction between my fingertips and lips, I felt a strange, eerie sense of pleasure welling up inside me - and my spine shivered slightly.

"I'm so glad… I'm the only one who knows how wonderful these lips feel. ……"

My own mouth tried to draw an arc as if to pull back. I try to hold it back somehow, but however I could not hide the ecstasy in my own muttering voice. A rapt, dark sense of pleasure runs through my body, along with the blood invaded by arousal.

"Y/N, you even gave me your Virgin. I was really happy at that time. …… I knew that you loved me enough to do such a reckless thing, and I didn't want to let you go again. You gave me your first kiss, your Virgin, your love for me, everything, and I… never want anyone to steal it from me…'

While I was taking away (Y/N)'s clothes one by one, I revealed my feelings to her in a whisper, but like a stormy wave.

[justanotherstarlightmonger]

Adjacent- JJK

A/n: NEW SERIES AS JK'S BDAY GIFT!! Many of my favorite people on this site and my sister are JK stans. This series was in the works for a lil while and I've decided to release this in honor of jk day!

Summary: The charming man who moved in next door a few months ago shows you that love should always be all inclusive. Even if it came as dual package with a clingy girlfriend and a similar cat? Especially so.

Genre: Neighbor AU, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, angst in there somewhere, generally soft.

Pairing: Idol! Jeon Jungkook x CEO! female reader.

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“How much of an attention whore do you have to be to not realize that I can’t be at your service day and night, y/n?” Dae-Jung’s voice kept rising with every step he took towards you.

“Honey, that’s not what I want, I didn’t know who to call and Nox wouldn’t stop throwing up!” you countered, trying to keep a steady tone because he was being loud enough for the both of you.

“And so you thought that spamming my phones with calls would get me to answer if I didn’t pick up the first time?”

“Normally when your fiance calls your multiple phones, multiple times it’s a sign of an emergency, honey” though the fond pet name tasted bitter on your tongue.

“Your fucking cat throwing up is not an emergency!”

“He’s our cat!” you reprimanded. You would hear his tantrums but you would not stand for rudeness to your precious boy, especially when he had to stay at the vet’s for his strange coming down with illness.

“No, he’s not y/n.” his voice lowered almost dramatically, “He’s a pretentious, overfed, spoilt vermin who’s as much of an attention whore as you are, and I’m losing my patience with both of you.”

“STOP CALLING ME THAT!” you screamed, your frustration breaking through.

“Don’t raise your voice at me, woman!” he said threateningly.

“Excuse you?”

“You heard me. You owe your entire spoilt existence to me and my bank account and I will not stand here and take your screaming lightly, as if you’ve forgotten your place.”

The ground split under your feet and the flames of hell rose to lick your feet.

“My place?” you took a step forward, “MY PLACE?” you grabbed Dae-Jung’s collar, “Never, EVER talk down to me like I was a bimbo you picked off the streets Kang Dae-Jung. I owe you nothing!” you shook him fiercely and pushed him backwards.

“Leave.” his voice was poison. “Leave before I call the cops on you.”

You were already halfway to the front door, grabbing your phone and car keys on the way. “Don’t bother calling me.”

“What makes you think I will!?” he called after you, cementing the god-awful ache in your chest as you slammed the door after you.

As the door sang the sweet tune of the security system activating the lock, you heaved deep breaths, trying to calm your thundering heart, your eyes raking your surroundings to find a distraction. Something. Anything.

The packages that sat in front of your neighbor’s door seemed to hold your eyes longer than anything else. The pile was ridiculously tall, as if they had gone on a midnight shopping spree on a single store and had bought, seemingly the whole thing. Your mind faintly registered that you had never actually interacted with your neighbor that had moved in a few months ago. Granted that the way your schedule was set up, you left for work later than the average office worker, and came back much later too, but it was currently almost midnight, and apparently they hadn’t come home either.

Speculation was helping your mind calm down, ironically, so you took a few steps closer to the packages.

Jeon Jungguk, the package on top read. So he was a guy? You wondered who he was. How he looked, how he was with his loved ones.

Would he drop what he was doing to pick up his beloved’s call whose cat was throwing up blood and she was on the verge of a breakdown herself?

Or would he not bother? Leave her to collect herself, then the poor animal and drive to the vet, trembling all the way?

You felt the sickness coming back. You shook your head and stepped back. You probably looked like a stalker creep anyways. What were you doing hovering over an essential stranger’s packages? In front of his home too.

You really were losing it slightly huh?

You turned and made your way to the elevator, your sneaker clad feet not making much sound.

Once inside, you called the vet’s office.

“Miss l/n, I was wondering when you’d call. Your baby seems to be missing you.” the receptionist said cheerfully.

You missed him terribly too. Nox had been with you since he was a little kitty. He had spent his entire four years of life, being spoiled and loved to bits by you, and you felt guilty about how he was so sick on your watch.

“I miss him too. Please take care of him for me. Have the scans been done?” you asked, eager as to when you could have him back in your arms.

“Yup, and he was a perfect gentleman all through. He’s so well trained, you’ve really given him lots of time and care. We’ve submitted his works to the lab and you can come pick him up tomorrow in the meantime as we wait for the results to come through.”

“That’s perfect.” you breathed a sigh of relief. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Perfect, see you then miss l/n.” the receptionist hung up and you felt a bit of life come back to you.

Now, where would you spend the night?

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A/n(2):

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Send in an ask or leave a comment to be tagged. I'm more than excited to bring this piece of my heart to the world.

[gemwing2010]

Validor TV Tropes

Warning, this fanmade tropes contain spoilers of a character yet to make his debut in the third season of The Cuphead Show: Dreamstones Edition. Read with care.

A young dragon from The Legend of Spyro universe and wound up on the Inkwell Isles when a rift mysteriously tore open and pulled him in and Katie’s eventual boyfriend. He is an Ice-Shadow Dragon hybrid, who is a kind, sweet and well-mannered gentleman as well as a loyal friend, a good older brother and a devoted boyfriend. He will do everything in his power to protect his beloved from the literal Devil himself while trying to figure out a way home.

Academic Athlete: Validor is a terrific marksman when it comes to his elements, a strong and agile flyer and a capable fighter. He also proves his intelligence and vast knowledge such as solving riddles and reciting the history of his race. The Ace:

Actually Pretty Funny:

Validor laughed along with the rest of the heroes when Natty mentioned about the number of times the Devil gets zapped by the invisible sweater and the special charms Misterie had given to Katie and Lexie.

There is also something funny about Katie often nicknaming the Devil “Luci”.

Aerith and Bob: With the main trio boyfriends, we have Liam, Andrew and… Validor.

Affectionate Nickname:

He is often called Vale for short among his friends.

He mentioned that his younger sisters calls him “Valey”.

All-Loving Hero:

All of the Other Reindeer: Subverted. While he does have a handful of friends and he is well-accepted by the other dragons, Validor does have his share of social struggles with at least a couple of bullies who have zero opinions of him being partly a Shadow Dragon. But none of that interferes with his studies and his life.

Always Save the Girl:

Always Someone Better: The Devil sees him as this when it concerns winning Katie’s heart.

Amazon Chaser: Downplayed. Aside from her kindness, wit and creativity, Validor is awed by Katie’s prowess when she beats the mess out of the Devil when she was highlighted by her ice element and the moonlight. He also commented on how unbelievably brave she can be.

Ambiguously Brown: His human form/disguise has lightly tanned skin similar to Natty’s.

Artists Are More Attractive: He’s quite an artistic fellow from his mother’s side, who had been an artist herself.

Bash Brothers:

With Liam and Andrew.

Also with the game!Cuphead and Mugman.

He can also be this with TLoS Spyro.

Battle Couple: With Katie.

Beautiful Singing Voice: He has such a handsome voice when it comes to singing. Really he does.

Berserk Button: While he doesn’t lose his cool, Validor still has his share of having sore spots.

He greatly hates people who have Fantastic Racism towards others, whether they’d be human or Dragon.

His compass is of great sentimental value, so it is most unwise to either steal or break it.

Threatening and bullying his girlfriend is a surefire to set him off.

Most importantly, it is strongly advised not to threaten or hurt his family and friends.

Beware My Stinger Tail: He can encase his tail in ice and use it like a sword.

Beware the Nice Ones: He’s a very kind, polite and well-mannered gentleman of a dragon. But while he’s calm and gentle as a mild flurry, he can be strongly fierce like a blizzard should his friends and loved ones get hurt and/or threatened.

Big Brother Instincts: Being an older brother of two sisters, he has these big time.

Big Brother Mentor: He mentioned about helping his sisters master their ice element.

Birds of a Feather:

Blue is Heroic: He has a blue underbelly and blue wings. And is purely a good guy.

Blue Means Cold: He has some icy blue in his colouring and he masters the Ice element.

Bluff the Imposter: When the Devil kidnaps Katie and replaces her with a clone, Validor was able to reveal the clone is a fake by asking her about he and the real Katie had met.

Breath Weapon: As a dragon, he’s able to breath ice and flame-like shadows.

Brutal Honesty: As nice as he is, there are times that even Validor isn’t afraid of delivering cold hard truths on people who are in the wrong such as calling an old bully out for putting his friends down all the while gloating about himself.

Bully Hunter:

Casting a Shadow: As a Shadow Dragon, he can breathe flame-like shadows, empower his claws with shadows and dive into his own shadow.

Character Tics: He often touches his compass when he feels a bit homesick or when he thinks about his family, mostly about his Disappeared Dad.

Cool Big Bro: He is a caring brother to his two younger sisters.

Cultured Hardcore:

Dark is Not Evil: He is half-Shadow Dragon with dark scales and one of his main elements is Shadow but he is a Nice Guy and one of the purest hearted dragons you would have the pleasure to meet.

Death Glare: As nice and mellow as he is, he’s still isn’t above giving a cold and piercing glare should someone get on his bad side.

Determinator:

Did You Just Punch Out Cthulhu?:

Disappeared Dad: His father is an explorer and had gone missing during an expedition. It’s left ambiguous if he’s still alive or not. The only thing Vale had to remember him since they’ve last seen each other is the old compass he inherited from his father before his departure.

Does Not Like Spam:

Vale doesn’t like calamari.

Much like his girlfriend, he hates mushrooms.

Being half-Ice Dragon, he’s not a fan of extremely spicy foods.

Since he tried his hand at drinking coffee, he immediately didn’t like it due to how bitter it tastes.

Dude in Distress: Rarely, mostly when it concerns being exposed to a Dark Crystal cluster and it zaps away at his energy.

Embarrassing Nickname:

Surprisingly, not from his friends or family, but rather from the Devil, who spitefully calls him “Frosty”. Although it doesn’t bother him very much, Validor is still mildly annoyed by the Devil using this as a constant Malicious Misnaming since it comes off a little less… creative.

The idea of people callously calling him “Validork” doesn’t sit well with him.

Even Loving Heroes Have Hated Ones:

Neither his girlfriend nor any of their friends can blame Vale for deeply despising King Dice for all the times the Devil’s right hand man comes onto Lexie and tries to come in between her and Liam.

Anubis doesn’t sit well with him concerning the same thing with Natty and Andrew.

Given his history to be just as much as a sleaze as King Dice, Hector Wolfe had certainly earned his place on Vale’s list.

Expy: His mixed ancestry is heavily inspired by Balto from the movie of the same name.

Fish Out Water: Since he is a dragon from another world which there aren’t hardly any modern (or semi-modern since the Isles is set in the 30s) technology, save for steam trains, Vale has a lot of things to learn and understand.

Foil: In some ways, he is to Liam, Lexie’s boyfriend. They both have a Meaningful Name that means “protecter” in a certain language, have younger siblings who are still children and both are kind, caring and protective boyfriends. But while Liam can be a little hotheaded and loses his cool whenever King Dice gets under his skin by just coming onto Lexie, Validor goes through a cold take on Tranquil Fury before he delivers the hurt on the Devil when he tries to make advances on Katie.

A Friend in Need:

Friendless Background: A mild subversion. Granted, he had some friends back in school and he still keeps in contact with them every now and them, he still had some difficulties fitting in with some schoolmates due to his Shadow Dragon heritage since dragons of such a dark element are rarely common.

Friend to All Children: It helps that he has two younger sisters back home.

Genius Bruiser:

A Gentleman and a Scholar:

Good Cannot Comprehend Evil:

Hardcore Bookworm He’s a very well-read young dragon with a shared love for books and is capable of knocking enemies into next week.

Hardcore in Distress: While he is capable fighter, Validor can sometimes unwillingly grab this ball whenever he’s dangerously near a Dark Crystal cluster, a dark gem that is said to drain a dragon of its strength and energy just by prolonging any close range exposure to it. They are only found in the Dragon Realm and how the Devil’s often able to get his hands on a handful of some is a mystery.

The Heart: In some sense, he is this to Liam and Andrew whenever they are in an episode that centres them rescuing their girlfriends whenever they are kidnapped and at the mercy of their unwanted suitors.

Hidden Depths:

Horn Attack: Like most dragons, he can jab and charge at enemies with his horns.

Humble Hero: Katie greatly admires his modest and humble nature.

An Ice Person: An Ice Dragon to be precise on his mother’s side. He can spit orbs or jets of ice as well as spin around to create a snowstorm. He can weaponise his tail by encasing it in ice and use it like a sword.

In-Series Nickname: Often answers to the nickname, Vale.

Interspecies Romance: Even though he’s a hybrid of two dragons of different elements, he’s still a pure-blooded dragon romantically involved with a human who is half-dragon.

Knight in Shining Armour: Whenever Katie often finds herself in a jam where she’s a Damsel In Distress at its mildly worst, Validor will always come to her aid, all the while sweeping her off her feet.

Long-Haired Pretty Boy: His human disguise is a handsome young man with mid back-length dark blue-black hair.

Love Interest: Towards Katie in Season 3 of The Cuphead Show: Dreamstones Edition.

Love Interest Vs. Lust Interest: He is the Love Interest to the Devil’s Lust Interest towrds Katie. Vale cares for Katie for her kindness and courage and takes their relationship one step at a time. The Devil on the other hand, treats Katie like a prize to be one and desires to use her magic for his selfish and wicked benefits to conquer the Isles.

Meaningful Name: Validor comes from the word, “Valedor”, which means “protector” in Spanish. It certainly fits a dragon who is protective of his Love Interest and is a devoted brother to his little sisters.

Man Bites Man: With him being a dragon, he’s got quite a bite on him when it concerns enemies.

Martial Pacifist:

Meet Cute:

Mellow Fellow: He’s usually the most calm and cool-headed out of the main three boyfriends. As long as nothing like the Devil harassing his friends and trying to steal his girl doesn’t set him off, he’s normally as cool as his element.

Momma’s Boy: Downplayed. When he was just a hatchling, he loves both his parents equally. Growing up, he had always looked up to his father to the point of being best friends. And since his dad’s Ambiguous Situation of being absent, Validor is slightly closer to his mother and helps around their home and to raise his sisters.

Nice Guy: He is a kind and well-mannered gentleman who always has everyone’s best interests at heart and he takes all the wackiness on the Inkwell Isles in strides.

Not Above It All: While he’s purely a Nice Guy, even Validor isn’t above having a snarky side to himself every now and then when necessary.

Official Couple: In Season 3 of The Cuphead Show, he and Katie really hit it off.

The Rival: As Katie’s boyfriend, Validor is at odds with both versions of the Devil from the Cuphead franchise as well as Leviathius.

Serenade Your Lover:

Shadow Walker: One of his abilities is to leap into his own shadow to move underneath enemies and then attack them from below either with claws or jumping out, sending all nearby foes flying around.

Tail Slap: Aside from his horns, claws and wings, he can use his tail as an extra limb to smack at opponents or slap them away.

Tall, Dark and Handsome: While he’s just as handsome in his true form, his human disguise is a head taller than Katie with dark hair and lightly dark skin, and is very attractive to boot.

Team Dad: As he’s about the same age as Katie in human years, Validor is basically the oldest of the boyfriend trio and can be quite fatherly.

Trademark Favourite Food:

It’s a little known fact that he loves coconut.

He seems to be rather partial to tuna. Katie had turned him onto cheddar and tuna baguettes.

He alternates between coconut, mint chocolate chip and vanilla ice cream.

Tragic Keepsake: It’s left to debate if he’s still alive or not after going missing on his expedition but his father’s old compass with a photo of his family would still count.

Transformation Trinket: Misterie makes him a special bracelet to enable him to take on a human form to blend in among humans in certain dimensions or the Real World.

Tranquil Fury: While he’s usually calm and more level-headed, Vale can still get angry should a Berserk Button or two is pushed. He will normally give out a death Glare while warning off a villain, jerk or bully to back off before he delivers the hurt if they don’t listen.

Understanding Boyfriend: Validor is sweet, patient and understanding as can be. He loves Katie, flaws and all he is always quick to know that she is a victim of circumstances, especially whenever the Devil attempts to sabotage and undermine their relationship.

Undying Loyalty: To his friends and loved ones.

Violently Protective Boyfriend: He’s usually a chilled Nice Guy but he’s still a dragon with a fierce side to himself. He can be just as angry should the worst people were to speak poorly of his family and friends, even insulting about his Disappeared Dad. But… whether if it’s the Devil trying kidnap and forcefully marry Katie or if it’s a jerk threatening or bullying her, he’s going to give them more than the cold shoulder. Beware the Nice Ones indeed.

What Beautiful Eyes!: Katie shyly complimented about his teal eyes, mentioning she likes them. It is often mentioned in some of his descriptions that his eyes are like aquamarines.

Wise Beyond His Years:

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India de Beaufort

Bring on The Night Court

by Jay S. Jacobs

British-born actress India de Beaufort is courting fame in the colonies.

De Beaufort is turning heads as Olivia, the brilliant-but-neurotic assistant district attorney on NBC’s popular new reimagining of the beloved 1980s situation comedy Night Court. The original series, about the crazy goings on the late-night hearings in an eccentric New York City courtroom starred the late Harry Anderson, Markie Post and John Larroquette as an unconventional judge, assistant district attorney and public defender.

The new series has Larroquette returning in his star-making role of cynical lawyer Dan Fielding, although he has switched roles from prosecution to defense. Former Big Bang Theory co-star Melissa Rauch plays the new judge for the Night Court – the sweet and slightly naïve daughter of Harry Anderson’s character from the original. De Beaufort’s Olivia is a whip-smart but horribly insecure barrister working for the State to get all the oddball plaintiffs off the street, or at least make sure that justice is served.

De Beaufort also currently has an extended arc in the second (and final) season of Netflix’s popular series Firefly Lane. In that, she plays Charlotte, the sorta other woman character. In the 1980s, she was a nervous aspiring TV journalist called Lottie who had a crush on her boss Johnny (Ben Lawson), not knowing he was involved with her co-worker Kate (Sarah Chalke). In later years, she has become a confident, assured foreign war correspondent called Charlie who returns to Johnny’s life while he and Kate are broken up.

Beyond these roles, the British-born actress has been getting lots of gigs since moving across the pond, like playing the girlfriend of her real-life husband, actor Todd Grinnell, on the reboot of One Day at a Time. De Beaufort also had recurring roles on series like Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist, NCIS: Los Angeles, Jane By Design, One Tree Hill and Veep. She has even done voiceovers on such animated shows as All Hail King Julian, Fast and Furious Spy Racers and It’s Pony.

We recently had the chance to chat via Zoom with de Beaufort about Night Court, Firefly Lane, working with her husband, going to Fashion Week and even her musical aspirations.

I spoke with your husband a couple of years ago when he did [the movie] Paradise Cove.

Oh, that's awesome.

You grew up in the UK and you started out acting there. When did you decide that you were ready to come to the to the United States and do some acting?

It was kind of accidental. I shot a movie in London (the 2007 film Run Fat Boy Run with Simon Pegg) with David Schwimmer (the former Friends actor), who directed. At the time, I wanted to be a singer. He said, “I think you should be an actor.” I thought about it and thought that could be kind of fun. (laughs) I had a girlfriend who was living out in LA at the time. She said, “Why don't you come out and hang out? Come and see what LA is all about.” So I came out for a few months. Loved it. Loved the sunshine. Loved the pace of life, just shaking it up a little bit. Before I knew it, I was shooting a series for Comedy Central in the UK (Kröd Mändoon and the Flaming Sword of Fire). It was a co-production, half and half. That was my first step into something that wasn't only showing in the UK. I got a manager. Next thing I know, here I am.

Coming from the UK, and also, you're a little bit young, were you familiar at all with the original series of Night Court before you got involved with the new version?

No, not at all. When I had the first audition, I did some homework and checked out the show. I continued to binge it while we were shooting so that I could get a feel for the original and make sure that I was doing it justice.

Olivia is a very smart woman, at least professionally, but she's also a little bit insecure and neurotic about her personal life and even her career to a certain extent. How was that dichotomy fun for you to play as an actress?

She's so fun. I get to say all the things I would never normally say in real life. I love that she's a bit of a broken mess. She's a bit of a broken bird, looking for a nest. Then there is this courthouse, there is Night Court. That is the perfect band of misfits for her to find a place to call home, whether or not she would like to admit it.

You've got a really terrific cast. Obviously, John Larroquette from the original series is there, and Melissa Rauch, and Lacretta. What's it like on set?

It's an education. I feel like I spend all my time observing, watching, planning to steal. It's so incredible being with so many wonderful comedians, who also just bring a whole lot of heart to the show. I’m just absorbing and learning.

How do you feel that the new version is different from the old version? And how do you think that it's similar?

Well, we have a new cast, obviously, except John. That brings in a whole new, fresh take. But in a lot of ways, I love how much we've paid homage to the original. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. I don't think our goal was to try to reboot, I think our goal was to create a continuation of the original show. The writers have done a beautiful job of capturing that. It's a cozy throwback to the 80s that's delightful for all the family. That's welcoming to an old audience and a new audience because of this fresh cast.

It's also a multi-cam show, which is not all that common anymore. Is that fun to do?

Yeah, it's my favorite. It's my favorite kind of television to make. I wish it was more common. My husband was on a multi-cam for four or five years. A Norman Lear multi-cam. Another technical reboot of One Day at a Time. There's just nothing like a live audience. You can't beat it. We get to be on TV and have an audience. That's the only medium where that exists. It’s pretty magical.

Well, you just mentioned your husband being on One Day at a Time. You were in the series as well with him. What was it like to work with him on the show?

A dream. I believe on my first day, I’d had a baby three weeks prior. I was so really just grateful to Gloria Calderón Kellett and Mike Royce, the show runners, for giving me the opportunity to get back into work and find my sense of self while I was being a mom. A multi-cam schedule is the best way to do that. Three days a week you're home for dinner. Maybe you have a couple of longer days, but for the most part, you get to be around and be with your family, while still continuing in the workplace, which has been traditionally challenging for women. It was incredible to feel supported in that way.

With both of you being working actors, how do you handle being parents and family? Do you schedule around each other's work?

It hasn't been easy. I almost missed our wedding. (laughs) I was at my brother's wedding for 36 hours. I flew into my grandmother's 90th birthday for 24 hours. Also, there's a lot of begging studios and networks and show runners to let you off for huge family events. But thanks to Night Court, I get to pick my son up and drop him off from preschool three days a week, and I'm home for dinner five days a week. I get to see a whole lot more of him. He gets to come to work with me too. So, not only is it a show made for families, but it is a show that's the right one to be shooting if you have a family.

Not only do you have Night Court going on right now, but you're also in the second season of Firefly Lane. The first half has dropped, and the second half is coming in April. That show had been going for a season before you got there. How quickly did you feel like you fit into the cast?

They were so welcoming. They made me feel a part of the group on day one. Sarah Chalke and Katherine Heigl are pros, and two of the nicest human beings I've ever worked with. I only ever continually saw them support each other and their crew and every guest cast member that came through. It was one of my favorite jobs to date.

I had actually read the book of Firefly Lane, which is very different than the series. But were you familiar with the book or even the first season before you got involved with it?

I wasn't familiar with the book. But I always check out the first season, or at least a good stretch of episodes of a show before I audition for it, let alone start working on it. So that I can be respectful, but make sure I'm going to slot in right. I loved it. I thought it was heartwarming and funny and engaging and handled a lot of crazy subjects with grace. It's a beautifully made show. It's just a little pocket of sunshine.

You're playing Charlotte over a period of many different years and in many different positions. She starts out sort of like a slightly nerdy worker, and then she finds herself as a professional. Is it interesting for you to be able to cover the entire scope of her growth?

I loved it. That's the only time I've ever essentially gotten to pay to play two characters on one show. They were the same person – both characters were Charlotte – but Lottie, as you said, was early days finding her feet, a bit of a wallflower. Charlie, once she had aged into herself, was an assertive, accomplished, sexy, young woman. It was incredible to get to flip flop between the two. Also find those two parts of myself. I had a hoot, but I will say Lottie was my favorite by far.

You were recently in New York for Fashion Week. What was that like? And what did you do while you were there?

I had a blast with my mom [British actress Karen de Beaufort]. (laughs) Mom was my partner in crime. We hit the streets and New York loved her. I swear photographers were stopping her left, right and center and she was giving it, and making everybody laugh. I saw a bunch of shows which were really phenomenal and inspiring. We had a bunch of great meals and walked the city. Then after that, we flew to London and hit London Fashion Week. And now back in LA, so busy, busy. But all of it just ignited the flame of my love for fashion, so it was really fun to be there.

You had mentioned earlier that you were originally interested in being a singer before an actress. Do you still do music?

Yeah, I released a single called “Crack” a few years ago. That was sort of political. I never intended it for it to become what it was. I was shooting Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist at the time. I had a lot of time in a hotel room by myself. I just started writing something that I couldn't put down. Then the next thing I knew I had a song. Then the next thing I knew I made a music video. (chuckles) Now it exists, so you can check that out. It's on Spotify streams everywhere. You can see the video on YouTube, or on Instagram. I just directed and I'm editing my next music video which is called “Karma,” that I'm hoping to release in the next couple of months.

Have you heard whether Night Court is going to be coming back?

We have been renewed for a second season. We’re going to hopefully start production sometime soon.

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Creator Spotlight: Week 10

Welcome back to the TWW Author Spotlight! For every spotlight, we’ll ask each featured author the same ten questions (as well as questions you submitted on Twitter!). Today we are so excited to be talking with @thefinestmuffin on twitter/thefinestmuffins on AO3!

1) What are your top 5 desert island fics by other authors?

Ahhhhh, I need a top 20, because there are so many AMAZING fics in this fandom! At the end of the day I went with the completed fics that I reread the most and my top, fuzzy-feeling comfort fics:

When A Woman Loves A Man (Who Loves A Woman) by BeneathAnOrangeSky I remain in absolute awe at Lucy’s craft and prose. All of her fics are just so gorgeously written (honestly I had such a hard time choosing - go read all 4 of them post-haste), and this one is simply perfection. I love the alternating points of view and the way the story stays canon-compliant while absolutely deepening the impact of canon in very believable and resonant ways. This depiction of the Minsk Candles Debacle makes me laugh out loud every single time, the diary scene has SO MUCH EXQUISITE TENSION, and the Holy Night-related scene makes me want to fling myself into the freaking sun even though I’ve read it at least a dozen times. 

turns the flicker to a flame by fairwinds09 Fairwinds09’s writing is so delicious and evocative, and I feel really captures the nuance of the Josh/Donna relationship in the most simultaneously real-feeling and sensual way possible. I absolutely salivate for a War Crimes arc AU, and this fic just truly delivers on that process so beautifully. There’s so much tenderness! I also am a devotee of the Josh Lyman Is Into Feet But Not In A Weird Way school of thought (the canon evidence for this is STRONG), and this story highlights that with so much subtlety and sweetness.

where the lovelight gleams by JessBakesCakes This one was written specifically for me, and so I feel a little selfish for including this one on this list when Jess has so many other incredible, next-level fics on offer (Almost Honest and i like shiny things (but i’d marry you with paper rings) are also both definitely up there for me!), but I just love it so, so much and the comfort it brings me is hard to overstate. There’s so much Josh/Donna boyfriend-girlfriend era deliciousness here, and Donna being unrepentantly horny for Josh in a goofy Christmas sweater (AND HOLDING A BABY, RIP ALL OF US) is so funny and sweet and soft (and also SEXY, let’s be clear) to me. I have reread this one million times (will reread one million more), and it always makes my heart feel so full. Jess’s fics have impeccable vibes and always make me smile so big and feel SO GOOD!! Plus, a Wisconsin fic always does my midwestern heart right! Elite Christmas fluff, do not miss it. 

wherever is your heart (i call home) by mikaylawrites WISCONSIN FIC MY BELOVED!! MIkayla is such a wonderful writer and this story just had me by the heartstrings from moment one. Come for the Moss-family-brings-Josh-custard-when-they-meet-him vibes, stay for the childhood bedroom scenes (including ONLY ONE BED, most prized of tropes!). Honestly it’s all just so sweet and tender and poignant, and these over the years glimpses of Josh and Donna in Wisconsin absolutely do me in (meant as the highest of compliments). Also I went to school in Wisconsin so all of the little local touches fill me with joy! 

The Professor Josh series by hufflepuffhermione Ope, am I cheating if I include these as a series? Alli’s Professor Josh fics cheer me up so much, and I just absolutely adore them. Present Day Josh/Donna makes me SO HAPPY, and Alli’s vision for it here feels so perfect to me. There’s something about the pandemic being included in the setting that just really… helps all of the sweetness land for me in a resonant way, and I can’t even tell you how much I’ve smiled and cried my way through these since they came out. These fics are so sweet, so funny, and so capture where I feel like the Moss-Lyman family would be! These might be the stories I’ve reread the most in fandom - truly my bad day recovery go-to! 

 2) Do you have a favorite character to write? Favorite ship(s) to write? Are there characters or ships you'd like to write more of? (shout out to @sam_writes_fics for asking a similar question!)

I think I write Josh the most naturally (and I love writing him), but I really adore writing CJ, which I don’t do enough of and would love to do more of. Josh/Donna are definitely my favorite ship to write, and are the closest thing I have to a TWW OTP, but I’ve also written a tiny bit of Josh/Sam and CJ/Toby and am definitely open to writing other pairings. I would love to write something more CJ-centric, and I’d love to write some CJ/Kate Harper some day!! 

 3) Tell us about your writing process (setup/location? Night or day? Snacks/beverages? Computer/phone/notebook? Music or silence? Anything else you want to share is welcome!) 

I’m chronically ill and I do most of my writing from bed on my laptop with a lap desk. Inspiration hits me whenever the heck it wants to and is wildly unpredictable (plus I have a pretty classic case of inattentive ADHD, ahaha), and my migraines limit how much I can read or write, so I have to strike when I can. I need to daydream on a concept a lot before I can actually write: vibe with friends, think while driving, mull on it in the bath, listen to a song or playlist on repeat while staring at my ceiling. I need music to generate vibes, but I can’t actually write while listening to most music. To write, I need silence or white noise. I motivate myself with caffeine or a treat. I sprint to keep myself focused but don’t really care about the word count. I try to just get scenes down as I’m inspired to write them, which means I often hit an annoying point where I have to go in and make myself write all the filler and connecting parts I struggle the most with. I’m a recovering perfectionist and I have a pretty thorough editing process, and I usually spend a lot of time messing with wording. 

There was a period of time where I tried to get more disciplined about my writing process, but I realized quickly that I need to just embrace it: I type 100wpm but I think/write slow, I need to reread it/read it aloud/think about it/rewrite chunks A LOT to be happy with it, I am allergic to writing in order, and if I have ANY limitations placed on me I tend to freeze up and get stuck. I do best when I let myself write whatever I feel inspired about and don’t worry too much about finishing things in a particular order. And all of that has to be okay, because that’s how I can 1) actually write and 2) enjoy it! 

4) What writing advice do you have for others who may be reading this? 

The most important advice, and I realize the Fight Club-esque irony of this, is to take writing advice with a grain of salt/don’t interpret it as the letter of the law. There’s no one correct way to write so you should embrace the style/process that works best for you and using adverbs (or whatever dogmatic rule you might find on tumblr or writing blogs) doesn’t mean you’re a bad writer. Lookout for dogma and only adopt what genuinely helps and feels good to you. Also, listening to podcast interviews with professional novelists I admire has helped me internalize that there are SO MANY ways to write and helped me embrace my fiddly, slow-writing, out of order, touch-and-go writing process. The one concrete piece of advice that has actively helped me the most is reading my story out loud during the editing process for flow. It helps me catch parts that are clunky or don’t flow well or don’t make sense, and I cannot recommend it enough! 

 5) From where do you usually draw your inspiration? (Other forms of media, music, tropes, etc?) (Shout out to @unpennied for a similar question!) 

A lot of ideas just come to me unbidden - I’m a big daydreamer - but I’m definitely super inspired by music and sometimes poetry, and just vibes (images, aesthetics, feelings, etc.). all i ever wanted (was a life in your shape) was partially inspired by seeing a picture of Brad with his son and Janel with her niece on the same day, and those images combined with the song prompt just kind of mutated into their whole own thing. I also love tropes and in general I have a lot of fun with I guess what I’d call  creative games like, “What would the characters be like in this AU?” or “How would this trope work with this pairing?” Also, honestly, in TWW I’ve got a real “but MAAHM, I can fix them!” mentality about Josh and Donna, like any episode with a missed romantic opportunity is liable to inspire me to write a canon-divergent or fix-it fic. 

 6) What is the fic you've written that you're most proud of and why? 

I think it’s gotta be Oversight. I’ve gotta be honest, I initially felt really daunted writing an exchange gift fic for beneathanorangesky, who is both one of my closest fandom friends and one of the TWW writers I admire the most. I’d always wanted to write a Season 3 War Crimes arc AU (there’s so much potential there, IMO!) but it also felt really hard to get right or at least like something that it could be easy to get wrong. And I was SO SCARED about including Donna’s diary entries, both because it felt really critical to get the voice right and also because I know generally fandom doesn’t love first person POV. Structurally and scope-wise, the story felt pretty ambitious to me, and that was before I knew I would be whipping out 13k of smut at the end that covered the murky and hard-to-nail terrain of Jealous Josh (oooops, LOL). At the end of the day I worked really hard and very carefully to craft this one into what I hoped it could be and I am proud of how it turned out!! 

 7) What's the fic trope/concept/AU you'd read 1000 of? What's the fic trope/concept/AU you'd write 1000 of? (shout out to @donnamossburner for asking a similar question!)

I can never get enough of fake dating and only one bed! Also Joshua “Praise Kink!” Lyman until the day I die, please. And I guess I’d write 1000 canon divergence AUs, but I’d also love to write more fake dating! 

8) Is there anything you'd like to try writing-wise that you haven't yet? 

I’d really like to write original fiction, but fanfiction is so comforting and community-filled that it’s hard for me to make myself pull resources away from it towards original work. But since my disability has made it difficult to work and all I seem to be able to do reliably lately is write smut, I have been strongly considering starting an original erotica Patreon… 👀

In terms of fic, I would love to write more CJ-centered fic! Just in general, I love epistolary stories (fic and otherwise) and would love to try one someday! 

9) What's your go-to Starbucks/coffee shop/other drink order? 

I have to confess that I was briefly a barista and also lived for over a decade in the PNW, aka I’m kind of a coffee snob. I’m a sucker for independent roasters and housemade syrups, LOL, and I have a lot of fun trying new things. My current summer fave from my local coffee shop is cold brew with maple syrup and oat milk, and in colder weather I love an oat milk latte with cardamom syrup or a dirty chai. There was a little roaster in the town I used to live that had an amazing latte with housemade almond cashew milk and sometimes I just think about it longingly. When I’m having a “treat yourself!” moment at Target in the middle of errands, I will definitely get an Iced Toasted Vanilla Shaken Oatmilk Espresso (a Starbucks order with so many adjectives that it’s impossible to place it without feeling shame) or a PSL with coconut milk or oat milk. 

 10) Do you have any current projects you'd like to promote or anything upcoming you'd like to tell us about?

@jessbakescakes and I are co-hosting Trope Soup fest, which just revealed! People can continue to claim prompts and post fics for it after the reveal date, so feel free to jump in! If I DO get it together to start an original erotica Patreon, I’ll be posting a google form in the near future and would love all of your opinions on what you’re looking for/whether or not you’d be interested! And I’m working on a combo of fics and original stories for NaNoWriMo, so hopefully I’ll have stuff to post soon! On the horizon:

The next (red dress!) chapter of between the shadow and the soul, which I swear I haven’t abandoned

A follow-up AU to all i ever wanted (was a life in your shape) where J and D get it together post-Strawberry Farm (~5k done so far)

My present day Josh/Donna (~8k and counting) which I’ve been plodding away at for over a year but have been really inspired about lately. 

 Submitted questions (some questions have been edited to avoid repetition!): 

From @sam_writes_fics: what’s a fic that’s been sitting in the back of your mind forever and you hope one day you can finally write it?

SAM when I tell you there are SO MANY of these and honestly a lot of them ARE partially written.

There’s one in particular called Horseshoes and Hand Grenades that is SO CLEAR in my mind (and I have like 8k written) and it’s about all of the times something almost happened between Josh and Donna through the lens of a small transgression getting press attention and CJ interrogating them in an AU season 6. My brain has also been absolutely commandeered by a fluffy and funny Totally Platonic Sperm Donor J/D plunny so hard (and Jess has encouraged me so enthusiastically, lol) that I somehow have a full outline and a pregnancy calendar for Donna so … I can’t make any promises, but we’ll see!

From @sam_writes_fics: favorite character to read??

Joshua No Middle Name Lyman. I both kind of am him and I also want to bone him, so I simply cannot get enough. But also, and maybe this is a cheat of a second answer, it’s hard to find but I LOVE when fics have the whole ensemble banter and it’s so on pitch that I can just hear and see it in my head!

From @sinistercherubs: you get to talk to (1) tww character irl for 5 minutes, who is the character and what would you say to them?

Oh my gosh, this is such a good question and so hard!! There’s a temptation here to meddle with shit: like tell Simon Donovan not to go into that convenience store, or tell Josh to get it the heck together at one of :spins wheel: at least ten times, but I imagine that just like time travel that bit probably gets messy. At the end of the day I am a simple disaster bisexual, so I’d probably just want to flirt with CJ. Though if I had to pick a Josh Lyman intervention moment, I would go to him during Donna’s recovery and tell him that Colin is NOT in the picture, morning shows are the ones sending her flowers (not that it’s any of his business), and that our poor girl needs a longer medical leave from work and for a certain best friend/boss/crush (you, you absolute ding dong) to dig deep and show up for her. 

From @donnamossburner: If you could rewrite an episode of tww which episode would it be? And what would you write to occur?

If I could rewrite a whole arc it would be the Toby thing in s7. He was done dirty, it had a long -erm impact on the show’s post-canon relationships, and IMO it betrayed a deep misunderstanding of the character on behalf of the writers. If I could rewrite it, if I were keeping a leak at all I would not have Toby be the one leaking, but rather have there be some misunderstanding/miscommunication/falling on swords going on between him and CJ and it ultimately comes out that he didn’t fucking do it because of course he didn’t. My shippy answer is: I would either rewrite the end of Inauguration: Over There so that we get a Josh/Donna kiss OR rewrite another ep later in s4 to tie up that arc and get them together under Sorkin, as they ought to have been. Although I guess I kind of DID already rewrite this in often a sweetness, ahahaha, albeit in angsty fashion.  

From @donnamossburner: Is there a trope you haven’t written / read a lot of that you’d like to see more of in the fandom?

I’d love to see more Bisexual! Josh actively explored. And actually, I’d love to write more Bisexual Josh, ahahaha. And more present day JD always, please, in all ways. Also, I’m just saying, if there were more JD pegging fics I would definitely read them (and also have one vaguely in the works!). 

From @mlea7675: What’s your favorite post-series HC?

I don’t really have set headcanons across all story universes, but I’m a huge believer in the Congressional Representative Donna Moss-Lyman and Professor Josh agenda! 

From @unpennied: How and when did you get into the ww?

I am… old, so I first watched TWW on tv with my best friend’s family while I was in high school. They got the DVDs as they came out, so we’d have marathons together, and they’d have me over to watch new eps together too, and let me borrow the whole set for comfort rewatches when I had mono in college. The last episode of TWW aired, no lie, on the day I graduated college (with a poli sci minor)! I was a huge fan, but I wasn’t active in fandom culture back then. 

I’d rewatched a bunch over the years (esp the first four seasons), but my rewatch in early 2021 is what pulled me into active stan culture for TWW. I didn’t have the heart for it during the Trump years, tbh, but once Biden was safely inaugurated I hit play out of curiosity to see how my old fave held up. I started listening to TWWW along with my watch and then (because I was active in other fandoms by now) started looking at fics out of curiosity. And welp, here we are!

 From @JessBakesCakes: Do you have any headcanons about fics you've written that didn't make it into the fic itself? If so, which is your favorite?

This was in the fic but never spelled out: I gave Donna’s siblings in all i ever wanted (was a life in your shape) ascending alphabetical names in age order (like the Bridgerton siblings, iykyk lol) and also had the hc that her parents traded Irish and Italian names (Adam, Ben[volio], Connor, Donna[tella]) because we know from The Supremes how they go about compromise, ahaha. Also, this is so tiny and silly, but in by the chimney with care I headcanon that Donna and Josh have a kind of running gag about the bougie grocery store (you know how things sometimes start out ironic but then just become… absorbed into your Couple Landscape?) because there’s no way in hell Josh would ever just randomly call that on his own, LOL. 

 From @S4MWILSON: fave season? 

Season 2 really said all bangers and it cannot be denied - that’s probably my favorite. But I also love the campaign arc in seasons 6-7!

 fave ep? 

17 People is a work of art, and not just for JD reasons. 20 Hours in America and Dead Irish Writers are also up there for me, and (I almost count the post-Sorkin years as their own thing, LOL) The Supremes is one of my favorite later season eps!

 cast member you’d most like to hang out with? 

So hard to choose, they’d all be a delight! I think I would have a lot of fun with BWhit and Amy at a dinner party, like I feel like it would be fun, easy, and interesting to talk to them both! 

 character you’d most like to hang out with? 

CJ, be my Gal Pal™, if you are reading this I am free on Thursday night, please come hang out with me on Thursday night when I am free. 

underrated duo (ship or platonic)? 

Kate/CJ for underrated ship, Donna & Toby for friendship

long fic or short fic ? 

Honestly it’s easier for me to read and finish short fics because I have chronic migraine and can’t read the way I used to. But I love all of them, oneshots and epics!

 easiest character to write? 

Josh Joshua Josh Josh.

 fave fic tropes? 

Only one bed, fake dating, mutual pining, slow burn, coworkers to lovers, BANTER (and Professor Josh)

 fave thing abt Fanon tww? 

Gotta be the Harvard sweatshirt

 and funniest scene ? 

Some of the cold opens omfg, like there are a handful I put on when I need to laugh: the cold open for The Midterms, also the cold open for The Leadership Breakfast. And that moment in Privateers never fails to SEND me.  

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Drunk in Love

Summary:  Getting drunk and confessing your love for your “boy” friend and fucking him was most definitely not what you expected to go down on the usual night.

Pairing: Issei Matusukawa x Reader

Tags: Timeskip!Tattoed Mattsun, softdom!issei Hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, smut, fluff, virgin!reader, Unptrotected sex, non-penetrative sex, fingering, oral, pussy/thigh job, clit slapping, sweet dirty talk, praise, drunk sex

Word count: 7.2k

A/N: I heard pussy job and I wrote a whole ass novel

18+ Minors DNI

You run your finger over the condensation of your empty drink, drawing shapes (or what you thought to be shapes, you couldn’t tell at this point) waiting for your dear friend, Makki to bring you a refill of your cocktail.  

“Here ya go.” Makki said as he returned with your beloved Malibu Sunset. The smooth coconut rum bringing you back to your first and favorite drink that you ever got drunk on in high school. You smiling at the memory

“Thanks.” you say. Your reply being mumbled by the liquid already in your mouth.

This all started with Iwaizumi calling Mattsun up, you and Makki hearing “You wanna get wasted?” on the other side of the phone. And with pleasure, you two were already packing your stuff up, shoving yalls “pregame” bottles back in the bag. The three of you made your happy way there climbing through the fence of the abandoned skate park you were in. Needles to say it was abandoned for a reason, but what’s life without a little danger.

You three and the rest of the third years have been friends since high school, meeting in freshman year, and now including Oikawa’s girlfriend. You actually didn’t like Oikawa at first, his “pretty boy” demeanor making you internally cringe. But his personality grew quickly on you, being the perfect target to tease you and Iwa clowning him over everything.

Now back to you on your nth drink, complaining about your previous job that fired you because u got injured, even though you know you wouldn’t have lasted long there anyways because you weren’t that academically inclined. Bright? Whatever you wanted to call it.

And as-usual it wasn’t long before your crybaby ass immediately called Makki and Issei and “tried” your best to tell them what happed with your dramatic self-induced tears running down you race, while Makki urged to you to try to calm down and Issei straight up laughing at the state your were in, snot running out of your nose. You recoiling at the thought, hoping they forgot. (Spoiler, they didn’t)

But now you nanny for a rich couple and you get payed good to play with cute babies all day, sounds good to you! Luckily, you had the week off due to them going on a vacation, you think it was France, no, the south of France. Must be nice.

Cue to now, Mattsun chuckling and leaning on you and Iwaizumi; both of you, especially Iwa, being visibly done with his shit. Him reminding you about the times you bought him some random shit, which you went out of your way for since he always payed for you, like that chopper keychain because you said it reminder you of him.

He didn’t know what compelled you to say his 6’2, tattooed built self looked like a tiny reindeer but okay. It still meant a lot to him, hooking it onto his motorcycle keys. But you knew he appreciated it, despite his appearance he’s a softie.

“You wanna try this’” He says gaining his composure offering you one of the shots he got.

You took one of the mini glasses, not being the type to back down and promptly swung the drink to the back of your mouth, quickly coughing before it even reached your throat.

“This shit is fucking gross.” You coughed out bringing the glass down from your lips.

  “Imagine being sober. Can’t relate.” He said taking another shot.

  “I guess I should do that but ive passed the point of giving a fuck” You said sending yall into a giggling fit while somehow Makki was thrown in to support yall from falling over. You two carry on laughing ignoring everyone’s stares at you thinking about how much yall fit perfectly together.  

   Makki rearranges himself to sit back in his chair, far away, from the both of you, whispering “Damn. I’m really third wheeling.” under his breath. Getting a snicker out of Oikawa sitting next to him.

   “When your best friends are ignoring you. Sad times.” He continues bringing his bottle to his mouth getting no response.

  Issei chuckles and gets up shoving his hands in his pocket reaching for the cigarettes. Pulling them out while failing to find his lighter

  “Fuck.” He muttered

  “Any’all got a light?”

  No one responds so you sacrifice yourself “Yeah” you say reaching into your pocket grabbing out your prized possession of a hot pink, bedazzled lighter that you did yourself, reaching out to hand it to him.

  “Don’t lose it” you stated seriously trying not to break a smile.

  “K’ sweet cheeks.” He said smirking into the butt between his lips as he walked away. Your face now burning up, hoping that everyone would think it was because of the alcohol.

  You mind wanders, thinking about the “dates” you two go on, from watching shows you “forcing” him to watch some romantic anime, to going to the skatepark, to playing video games with the rest of the 3rd years (which you don’t really like but you’ll play for him) and him surprising you with takeout, you bringing out candles trying your best to make it cute with him telling u everything you everything about his day.

  And you always tried to remain calm, even though sometimes he deserved to get his ass beat, like that one time he broke one of your favorite pair of heels. It honestly hurt him even more, he wanted you to get mad at him but no, you just acted like nothing happened. Making the guilt rise in him. Let’s just say didn’t have to lift a finger for the next few weeks.

You basically babied him, taking care of all his “chores”, mainly making him food when you were at his place knowing he hated doing it. Makki teasing you for acting like his housewife, leading to you slapping the shit outta him while trying to cover your now red cheeks.

You’ve never been so grateful for your attire at the moment, blessing yourself for not wearing your usual outfits of short skirts and cute tops, defending yourself saying what housewife dresses in beat up vans and baggy clothes. You definitely not imaging yourself in that position for the rest of the day.

 You expressed that you just liked to take care of people, which was true. You always looked out for them, bringing an extra umbrella, to bringing cookies you made at 2 in the morning to school, always carrying band-aids (yes, the paw patrol ones you took from the kids you babysit).

You checked the time on your phone seeing it was late since the sun at last went down, your lock screen being your dogs to their complaint since they have a group photos of you all from high school as theirs. To which you replied “They’re my babies” getting a groan and huff out of them.

  Seeing the notifications of your group chat you grinned at the contact name you and Issei gave each other; yall jokingly call each other pet names, his contact being honeybun and yours being pumpkin, even including Makki in your contacts as pudding bc then it wasn’t weird, right? no.

  “What’re you smiling at y/n?” Oikawa cheekily asks teasing you. You turn to him giving him a dirty look, not having enough energy to deal him right now.

  “Don’t listen to his bullshit.” Oikawa’s girlfriend says. You’re thankful for her. She was always on your side, being the only other girl in your friend group. To be honest you just wanted her and you to hang out most of the time, but of course to your disapproval her boyfriend and his friends had to join in.

  “Fuck this. Fuck you. I’m sleeping.” You say getting up to her objection, the only thing on your mind wanting to retire for the night.

  “You sure you’ll be fine? Let us at least walk you home.” She said already grabbing her boyfriend’s arm.

  “Nah, im good. I live right down the road.” You try to say not slurring. The last thing you want is him teasing you even more, especially in this state, knowing you, you’d probably start crying at the slightest irritation when youre this drunk.

    You started to “walk” towards your house resting  your hand against the brick walls to not lose your balance, leading you to run into Issei. You stopped to watch him lean against the alley holding a cigarette between his index and middle finger.

  “I’m hiding like a bitch” He says noticing you, resting his weight against the wall.

 “Wanna be a bitch with me? He grinned  blowing out the smoke out with his words.

You didn’t reply, just walking over to him, just being around him made you feel warm.

"Fuck its windy.” He says trying to light a new cig.

“C’you make me a house?” He asks.

You go up and put your hands around his cigarette, this not being your first time. Your hands wrap a little tighter to prevent the wind from burning out his flame. He joins you with his free hand helping, finally getting his cig to light.

 “Thanks doll” He smirks.

“No problem princess.” You reply earning a laugh out of him.

He takes his first hit with his and your hands still wrapped around it. He gets an up-close look at your hands, noticing how tiny they were, seeing all the scars that he never noticed, making a mental note to ask you how you got them later.

His head gets close to yours for the first time in a while due to his height. You glance at his face, noticing his features seeing some stubble growing on his face.

“You ain’t shave?” You ask, never seeing it in the past, while he was moving back up, blowing the smoke away from you.

“What, you don’t like my majestic beard? “He jokes. Making you giggle almost losing your balance before catching yourself on the wall.

  “s’too much work.” He starts. “You wanna shave it for me?” he says slightly leaning towards you. Handing you back your lighter knowing you didn’t need him to carry it because your pants actually had pockets in them for once.

You let out a soft laugh not responding again. He catches on, you got quiet when you were tired and he made out that you were walking towards your house.

“You going home?” he asks already knowing the answer.

“Yeah.” You respond more than happy to have him walk you back, him already moving to walk next to you.

He walks you home, you two talking about random shit, both of you forgetting about your skateboards leaving Makki to deal with them. And even though you’re drunk as fuck you’re still in the right state of mind, carrying a normal conversation with him. But just because you’ve built a tolerance doesn’t mean you can do basic tasks, like walk correctly.

When he reaches your house, he types in the keycode, your first dogs birthday, being glad that you, him and Makki have each other’s memorized.

He leads you into you house setting you on the couch, petting your dogs that ran up to him.

“Mommy’s not feeling too good” He said giving them the affection they deserved.

“Yes I am.” You slurred getting them attention on you now.

He walked over to your counter putting on the playlist that you two made together on shuffle, High fashion being the first to play. You didn’t like when it was quiet because too many thoughts would run though your head. You were in no way sad, singing the lyrics while you were laughing barely being able to hold yourself up as proof.

Remembering you were tired, he takes you off the couch and borderline carries you to your room, , setting you on your plush blankets that you had so many of because it was warm and comfy.

 “Easy, there. Try to sit up.”He said, trying to ask you what draws your pj’s were in because he didn’t want to snoop around; neither of you being bothered that you were half naked, what’s the difference between panties and a bikini, he thought remembering the times you’ve been to the beach together.  

Well it was maybe the fact that you were clinging onto him because u stumbled into him and he was closest stable thing around and you wouldn’t let go because it was cold and you couldn’t stop shaking.

 He ignores his thoughts and grabs the shirt he got out figuring you don’t need to change your bra because you told him and Makki that it was normal to keep it on for a few days after they were in awe as you were explaining how expensive they were. You calling Oikawa’s girlfriend to prove your point as she immediately agreed with you…Sometimes you might have got a little too comfortable with them.

You hear the song in the background change to Love Songs, you humming along, “Hope you smile when you listen.”

You were still holding on to him, your boobs squeezing against him, him only being able to put a t-shirt on you, while you looked up at him with your red glossy eyes making him burn up.  

You fidget timidly with your face now in his chest while gripping his sweater. Trying to build up the little courage you had. He tilts your head up making you look at him, wondering what you were thinking about.

  You try to express yourself, but you can’t get the words out him having no idea what is going on in your head at the moment.

“It’s okay to be nervous sometimes. Tell me” He gently says reading your body language. He was intuitive, so there was no way you could hide your feelings from him.

But you knew you could trust him, him having full self-control, always staying collected and following through on what he said he’d do.  He went out of his way to avoid any friction coming between you two, him never raising his voice or starting an argument.

“We need to talk.” You started. “About something important.”

“Ok…What is it?” He questioned rubbing his hands on your back. You were so nervous, were you really about to say this? Confess your feelings that you’ve pushed to the back of your heart for so long?

“I… I l… I love your face. And the stuff in it. and around it.” You spoke, being surprised you did it stutter.

He stood there, hands stopped moving trying to process what you just said.

“Just you, in general…”  You finally confess trying to state three things at once barely getting your words out.

But he understood exactly what you meant, or maybe he was warping what you said to fit what he wanted.

  "I don’t even know when I started liking you, but this shit won't go away." You restated

  Nope. He clearly just heard you say that.

  He doesn’t understand what’s so different about today. Yall have been in this scenario multiple times taking care of each other, sometimes including another into the mix.  

You didn’t understand either. You just felt like the time was right, even though you know it wasn’t the best idea to confess while you were drunk off your ass.

But you couldn’t help it, your feelings overflowing, which you never until this day let get the best of you, being vulnerable and trusting is not your usual . Youve never even had a crush on anyone, him being to only in your whole life to make you blush.

  Who you been vibin' wit and why I can't make you mine?

  You should have seen the signs that you feel for him when he helped that lady that lives down the street from him set up her Christmas lights or when he first met your dog that wasn’t fond of men, but it instantly liked him. And you loved his selflessness it was something you admired and applauded.

  “y/n” He tries talking you down, making sure you weren’t just saying this because of alcohol, deep down knowing he felt the same, you always being in the back of his mind.

You were generous with your time too, always being there for him. You knew he was softer than he appeared, he was tender, sensitive and vulnerable. He tried his hardest to not get into situations where anyone would get hurt, like breakups, arguments, and so on.

Which is why he won’t make the first move. He pushes his feelings to the back of his head. He values your friendship more than anything, but he can see what develops. If love is meant to be, it will happen.

I told you I am down for the worse or the better. But I keep sticking to you cause them four stupid letters

    “You make me so happy. And I’ll always care about you. Okay? He says breaking the silence, trying to reassure you.  

  “You mean so much to me—something I can’t even put into words because nothing can compare- I’ve wanted you since that day you tripped and bust your ass in the school hallway I still want you even though you drive me insane.”

  “Iss-“ You tried to get out only to have him continue talking over you.

  "I love that you can’t leave the house without a jacket. I love the wrinkles that appear on your forehead after you call me crazy. I love that it takes you hours to get ready. I love that you always know how to make me feel better. I love that even when you don’t agree with my decisions you always trust me to make them.  I love that when I spend a day with you, I can still smell you on my clothes; and I love that you are the last person I think of  before I go to sleep at night."

  You stood there awestruck for what feels like eternity until you mustered the bravery to speak “I didn’t expect you to feel the same way-” You said, being dumbfounded because from what you’ve seen treats everyone “nice”, were you really getting special treatment?

  He tilts your chin up, locking his dark eyes with yours. “Baby I don’t know if your notice but you and Makki are my only people that aren’t my family that call me my first name.”

He has a point. You think pushing yourself more into him, trying to fuse your bodies together to hide, not relaxing what you were doing to him. He tries to nudge your legs to the side but you won’t let go still clinging onto him.

“fuck” He groans. You pulling back wondering why until you looked down and noticed. A smirk appeared on your face as you reattached your self to him like velcro. You were feeling bold, the liquid courage still in your system driving you to slide your fingers down his chest, looking him in the eyes before stopping at his waistband.  

He knows what you’re doing, him being in this position multiple times. Does he really want to ruin your friendship like this? He hasn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend. He tries to push you off him already knowing you were gonna complain. But what he didn’t expect was for you to whimper out his name in that pretty voice of yours.

 He tried to keep his calm, blood already rushing down. “You know what you’re doing”

“yeah” You start.

“y’don’t want me?” Giving him your pouty face that you know he’s weak for, hoping that’ll work, insecurity piling up. Was it because your boobs weren’t that big or that fact that you were dressed like man? Was he not attracted to you right now, only liking you when you were dolled up?

“Fuck” You think. You should have worn something cute instead of dressing like a whole ass man even with your makeup fully done. Its not like you were supposed to know you were gonna get fucked today.

His were burning holes into you now, thinking of how to say “No, I would be more that happy to fuck you!” to his best friend, soon regaining his consciousness finally speaking.

“Fuck no doll, ive wanted you for a minute. You know me better than I know myself. How did you not notice my feelings?”

 You got me singing love songs, love songs, love songs

“You’re really hard to read” You replied trying to maintain your seductive act, resting your hands back on his chest.

“So are you.” He said lowering his head, you still looking up at him, taking in your gleaming eyes.

Sex ain't the only thing that's on my mind But you get me so excited, whoa

Your heart was beating so wildly that you could only take little sips of breath. His hands running down your waist stopping at your hips.

“Can I kiss you?" He asks "...yeah” you attempted to say as confidently as you could, nodding your head along with it.

His face bent down, hot mouth breathing over you. His lips slowly moved, brushing over yours, the liquor on his lips that you hated; only choosing fruity drinks even though you got relentlessly teased you for it.  You pushed further into the kiss desperately wanting more. Your teeth clicking his from being impatient, wanting to suck him in. Your hands sliding under his shirt subconscious desires reaching out.

Irreplaceable Tattoos from your neck that drop down to your ankles

“You’re drunk…” he says snapping you out of your trance.

“So are you.”

He dove in for another kiss much more passionate than the previous one, arguably needy, pusing you on the bed to which you more than happily comply. He tugs back not letting his mind get the best of him, disconnecting your spit trial leaving you panting. “You sure this alright?” He says deep down hoping you still say yes.

  You pull him back for your answer, your grabby little hands working their way back up his shirt. He gets the hint and pauses your lips rendezvous, taking off the turtleneck that he looked oh so good in, before seeing his unclothed body.  You’re admiring his body in a new way, before just complimenting him whenever he got a new tattoo, now up under him tracing them like a lovestruck teenager.

“When did you get this one?” You quietly ask, his ears closer to you than they’ve ever been.

“I got it that day you faked sick”

“What! You said were gonna take me!” You sulked, turning your head away from his as much as you could, crossing your arms.

He let out a slight laugh before gently taking your face in his hands, guiding you back into the kiss.

This is not really what he imagined for your first time. He’s an old-fashioned romantic who likes to take one step at a time. But then again nothing was ever normal with you. That said, when he falls in love, he falls deep.

“You’ve done this before?” You uttered.

“Hmm?” He mumbles, unmoving his lips from you kissing you, moving towards your neck.

“You still with that other girl?”

“No. I broke it off her, everything that came out of her mouth was bullshit, and no she wasn’t my girlfriend.”

“You didn’t trust her? You added. Trying to distract him until you could think of a way you could say “hey in my 21 years of life I’ve never got passed kissing a guy.”

“Our relationship was purely built on lies, I’d second guess everything she said. He replied, wondering if you were interrogating him.

“Why’d you wanna know?” He asked bringing his face up from your skin.

“…No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck.” You bashfully admitted, thoughts racing through your head that he didn’t want you anymore because you weren’t experienced.

But he knew what was running through that pretty head of yours, his fingers reaching out to with your hair trying to comfort you.

“You’re a virgin?” He curiously asked dragging his hand to your cheek, you leaning into it.

“y-yeah” you muttered trying to move your eyes away from his looking down at his body.

“I thought you had a boyfriend before” he said, softly turning your jaw to make you look at him. Your eyes diverted from his arms back to his eyes.

“We weren’t actually dating” You quickly say trying to clear up the misunderstanding. “He was my friend and seatmate that pretended to be my fake boyfriend to get me out of some trouble” you spewed out “and I guess I forgot to tell everyone that it was fake.”

“Even if we were that doesn’t mean we fucked.” You sheepishly replied.

“So… what trouble did your fake boyfriend get you out of.” He questioned knowing how much trouble it must have been for you, miss independent, to go to such lengths.

“Umm, well…this guy wouldn’t stop flirting with me even after I told him I don’t like him, even following me to my other classes.”

He wasn’t surprised, you were definitely a sight for sore eyes, in fact the prettiest thing he’s laid his eyes on, your beaming eyes, your dimple when you smiled, your pretty face, your “ugly” laugh, he could go on for days.

“Why are we talking about this” You whined, reaching your hand back out to him.

He took a hint and continued kissing you, bringing you closer to him while you attempted to take you shirt off. His hands helping you seeing as that you were struggling, being lost in his touch, finishing by moving you up more on you bed, pushing your plushies out of the way, to your protested because “they had feelings too.”

He ignored you, bending down to pull your panties off stopping once he saw the slick coming through them.

“Fuck baby you’re wet” He breathed dragging his fingers across your clothed slit earing a whimper from you, leaving his fingers drenched.

 Shawty, you wanna feel good, I wanna feel good too Don't I make you feel good?

“M’always wet.” you responded.

From what? He questions taking off your soaked cotton panties, tossing them to the side.

“From me?” He smirks bringing his hand back towards your heat. You not even comprehending what he just said, just knowing that you’re ashamed of how worked up you were getting.

You were in awe. You’ve always known his hands were big, but in this situation your mind wondered. His fingers were so much bigger than yours knowing you can barely fit two inside your with out it hurting, and not in a good way.

“Do you know how pretty you are? It’s honestly distracting.”. He says kissing down your whole body, stopping at your breasts, licking lazily around and coming back to the nub. The attention on your nipples making you squirm and he finally lets go, you grateful that he stopped or you would have almost cum, how embarrassing.

“I thought you said were gonna get them pierced” He remembered, you going on a whole rant about how cute they were.

“You said u were gnna get em with me” You looked back on, reminding yourself making him promise to get them with you because you were too scared of the pain.

“That was the same day you played sick and I got that tattoo.” He stated lightening the mood, hoping you can calm yourself down before you actually embarrass yourself.

He picks back up and continues kissing all the way down your body, you playing with his hair while biting your lip to muffle your moans and whine until he reaches your entrance.

He parted your legs, your pussy laid out before him, believing you no have reason to be shy about it either. He paused, admiring your swollen cunt and puffy clit, you were beautiful.

The feeling that he didn't want anyone else ever in his position overtook him. He let out a little breath on your clit and you thrashed around. He wasn't going to play. “I’ll take care of you.”

His lips travel over your skin, light and heated before settling himself between your legs, grabbing you by your thighs and dragging you closer. “That tickles.” you giggle, nerves making you kick your legs, almost hitting him in the face before he grabs them. He puts them down locking your legs with his arms, lowering himself until he’s on the ground facing you.

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” he teases while your covering your face trying to hide the blush he caused.  He puts his mouth on you, quickly gripping your thighs, his hands leaving imprints in your skin dragging you even more into him, deprived kisses taking over your body. 

“yer so pretty” You purred seeing the sight of his big build between your legs, your fingers grabbing onto his curly dark locks, tugging them.

  Issei moans, his voice radiating through your body, forcing out a cry, blessing him with your pretty voice. “I-Issei!” You cry, never feeling like this before, your vibrator and hands doing it no justice.

“Shh, just look at me, doll.”

You can barely make out what he says, so drunk on pleasure. You try your best, doing anything to see the pretty man beneath you. But you get interrupted by your pleasure, your back arching not being able to control your body, grinding down to meet his lips, heat rising in you.

He kisses through your wetness playing with your bud. You choking on your spit, back arching again your body tensing up. “Issei,” You beg, grabbing him knowing what you want but not being able to express it. Luckily he can read you like an open book, knowing what you want, driving you over the edge as he makes you see stars. “Good girl,” he sighs when he feels you let go of his wrist letting him bring you your first orgasm.

“Look at your thighs shaking so much.” He teasingly cooed, wrapping his hands around them, bringing you out of your daze.

Shawty, your body is so exciting

Arching your back into the blankets, letting out a whine “Want your fingers.”.

He lets out a condescending laugh. “You need to learn to be patient. You just came and you’re already so eager for more?”

But by the time he finished your body went limp, you were totally weak, body loose-limbed and pliant. Your mind clouded by lust and deep in your own world. You gasped out a little sob, unable to comprehend anything beyond the discomfort and the need to have it gone. You can’t think straight all you can do is take action, grabbing his arm him easing his fingers into to you.

It’s not too tight, is it?” you ask clenching around his fingers.

 “Just relax… let yourself feel it” He says barely being able to move in you. Fuck so were so tight.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” He added starting to thrust them inside you, making you let out a string of moans.

“Look how good you take it.”  

“Fuck, you’re so messy.” He groaned feeling the slick running down his hands, before taking them out.

“Issei-i,” You cried when he pulled away, pleasure leaving you, tears coming back.

  He shushes you easily, his fingers wiping your tears. You were so precious to him, your moans music to his ears.  He slows down repositioning his fingers, making you let out a whimper squeezing around them. Your brains so crowded you can’t focus, can’t gather the strength to speak when he thrust them faster inside you.

  Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you fell back, fingers curling inside you, chanting his name over and over, incoherent words coming out of your mouth begging for more. 

You pussy tightens as you cum, unable to breath, letting out gasps and whines. Him still fucking you, fingers not stopping, pushing them in and out relentlessly feeling both pain and pleasure. You lay there, wet in your own cum not giving yourself a break before you went and got what you really wanted, his cock.

His eyes followed the movement of your hands as they pushed down his boxers, revealing the length of his cock, that jutted proudly from his hips. He was so pretty, so virile and handsome. Wondering how lucky you were to be in such a position with him.

You pushed away those thoughts and focused on him, pulling him forward gently, but he followed his encouragement. One of his hands tilted his cock down toward your lips. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

You parted them instantly, tongue sliding slightly outward, and then you whimpered as the warm weight of his cock slid into your mouth. You let your eyes flutter closed and swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock not knowing exactly what you were doing, but it was working, tasting the salty tang of the precum that wept from his leaking slit. You moved your tongue as the he put his hand into your hair, gripping the strands and pushing deeper into his mouth.

“You look so good on your knees like that. “He says meeting your eyes once again, almost cumming from the picture below him.

“Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He says slowing you down by grabbing your hair, making a pace that you follow.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.” Seeing that sinful look in your eyes with your redden swollen lips.

You moan feeling yourself drip down your thighs, getting even wetter giving him head. Trying to ease the discomfort by closing your legs, griding them together, trying to find some friction. Your ears hearing “That’s so fucking hot.” watching the scene unfold beneath him.

Your jaw hurts, trying got make him cum faster using your hands and lips together hollowing your cheeks. “Oh fuck, oh, Jesus, fuck yes, there, just like that, fucking Christ" he groans out, his voice sounded beautiful to your ears, knowing he was about to cum.

He finally lets go cumming in your mouth, you swallowing it all, trying not to wince at the taste. “Did I do good” You ask waiting for his reply. Your doll eyes, so red and worn out looking up at him for approval. Fuck he was whipped.

“Yeah…fuck baby”

I love when you get on top and you ride it

You get back under him, his cock resting on you, drenched and clenching around nothing, resting in your cum. You working yourself up against him.

“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?” He says to your complaint.

“You’re not ready yet.” he mumbles against your whining. Spreading your legs, slapping your clit a few times before letting his cock rest on your folds. Finally getting “seated” he picks up your legs and puts them both on one of his shoulders your thighs warming his cock, your knees touching his cheek not moving, getting a kick out of how desperate your were for him.

“s-stop being mean” You cried reaching out for him to come closer, needing affection after all you’ve been though.

“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you? He says leaning into you, reaching your kiss, tasting the remnants of the cum in your mouth.

He plundered your mouth and slowly teased his cock over your entrance, catching it against your clit and making you whimper into the kiss, clearly wanting to be fucked. Your kiss turned you sucking on Issei’s tongue and lips, biting the swollen pout until his lips were red and puffy. He pulled back and looked down at you, a beautiful mess under him.

His fat cock head pushed between your folds. The moan escaping both of your lips was primal. You were turned on beyond imagination and the way he was thrusting forward, spreading his leaking precum on your wet clit was almost too much. He quickly picked up his pace fucking your folds, his warm head brushing against your clit with every movement, but your greedy self wanted more.

The fact that he made you cum so easily made you proud. Just because you’ve never gone this far with someone else doesn’t mean you’ve never cum, you’ve had a lot of practice over the years, being insatiable, the sheets soaked underneath you from your previous orgasms being proof.

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” He moans getting your attention him.

You tried, you really tried, but the way he was stroking you, imagining what it’d be like to actually sit on his cock, the lewd sounds echoing in the background leaving you unable to focus.

He taps on your cheek eventually getting you look at him, keeping your mind on him by placing his fingers in your mouth you letting him, hazily sucking on them, not being able to close your mouth.

“Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.” He grumbles. Your spit dripping onto his fingers, the friction of your thighs making him feral, moving at an even faster pace. Your body bouncing with every thrust.

“You gonna cum after I cum on your little clit? Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.” You sob feeling the puddle beneath you, time slowing, fire pooling in your tummy.  Listening to his words you let yourself go. You come with a silent scream as the pleasure ripped through your body, your nails scratching his soft skin. Your vison fading to black feeling him lose his rhythm and moaning a mixture of curse words along with your name, feeling him cum on your tummy before resting his head in your neck while letting your legs go.

“So good for me, look at how much you came.” He says breaking the static. You whining into his shoulder, emotions high, never doing this before.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.” He says. You two laying in silence for an unclear amount of time, him rubbing your back while you rest in his chest almost dozing off.

“Are we still…friends?” You croak out trying to hold back your sobs already knowing the answer that you two were defiantly not friends now and never would be just friends again.

“Friends don’t do this type of shit” He maintained grabbing your shoulders to sit you and him up. You were worried, did he only do this with you because he was drunk? You were anxious that you scared him away because you just poured your heart out to him and pushed yourself on him. You left your head down, tears already coming out to your dismay. You moved your hand up to wipe them but he beat you to it.

“Look at me… I love you.” He says holding your cheeks in his palm. You in awe, hoping that you weren’t imagining it, that this was real life.

“R-really” You question making him worry too, preferring to forgive and forget rather than letting this a divide between the two of you in case you went back on your feelings. You were so overwhelmed, never feeling love until this moment, so happy that the person you longed for liked you back. Yours tears running once again.

 “Shh, shh, it’s alright...Don’t cry.”

You don’t even know why you were crying, the hangover already getting to you making you get a headache. You groaning in his arms complaining that your head and throat hurt.

“Ill be back” he says detaching himself from you, letting you know he was coming right back.

He walks to your fridge opening it to see every drink but water, having too dig through all of them, especially the absurd amount of apple juice guessing it was your “once a year craving for it”. He finally got you some cold water, putting It in a cup and waked back to your room.

  “Issei” you whined not picking your head up from the pillow.

  “Shh baby im right here.”

  He sat down beside you on your bed lifting your head up. “Here drink this” he reassured, to which you ignored not wanting anything to go in your mouth, just wanting the day, or night as it was now, to end.

  “It’s just water, honey, look.” You sat yourself up with his help seeing him in just his boxers, you remembering your still naked, not caring enough to cover yourself. He held to glass to your mouth, babying you, tilting it far back enough to where you could drink it. The water hit the back of your mouth feeling like a shot making you cough.

“I know, it hurts. I’m sorry but we have to” He stated. You continued to drink it, feeling the stinging in the back of your throat, him comforting you, calling you “good girl” which was unsurprisingly working.

  He put the cup on your dresser when you finished, climbing back into bed with you leaning your body into his. “Have you ever thought about...us? Y’know, as an...item?” he said causing you to look at him with wide eyes.

 “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” He insisted making you cheeks flush. You try to think of a way to respond, not wanting to keep him waiting.

“You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me. Not only am I deeply in love with you, you’re my best friend.” You stammer out, your shaky hands somehow made there way to his neck, letting them fall slowly before he grabs them dragging you in for a kiss before you got to even see his face.

“Everybody has always thought we’re a couple.” He continued taking his time kissing you all over your face. “Then I guess we should be.” You retort, kissing him back before you could see his reaction, not wanted to be embarrassed anymore today. But he caught you, holding you still “Really “y/n? Like deadass?” He asked.

  “Yes dummy, I want to be your girlfriend” You say causing him to grin swearing you’ve never seen him smile that big, before he gives you one last kiss.

  “I always kiss you on the cheek, why are you blushing now? He teases laying back down, you following along. You just snuggle into him mumbling something along the lines of “m’tired”, he understanding and speaking to you in a soft, gentle voice while helping you to bed, so he doesn’t make it harder for you to sleep by being loud. “I’m here love, I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers into your ear mkanig your heart swoon one last time before you pass out.

  “I l-love you issei.” You sleepily mumble.

“Tell me this when you’re sober.” He says stroking your head.

“Just relax, close your eyes...”He murmurs, your heart beating slower every second. Both of you together, lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns.

  “Oh!…” He remembers. “If you really wanna get them pierced, we could get matching ones.”

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[stagefoureddiediaz]

It’s reached the point in hiatus when I’ve gone a bit more crazy than my usual brand, so you guys all get to share in my insanity!

I’ve always been interested in name meanings, and if they reflect the person who bears the moniker (I mean my name supposedly means ‘ruler or chief from the royal fortress’ and I’m none of those things 🤣). Where I think it’s especially interesting and relevant though is when it comes to characters in tv and film because it’s always fun to try and figure out if the writers have looked up name meanings when choosing what to call their characters.

No idea if anyone has already done this, but I did a bit of compiling and I can’t help but feel that the writers have to have done at least some cursory looking into name meanings because they’re just too perfect for the characters personalities! I could go into detail about all these name meanings, but it’s all glaringly obvious so I really don’t need to!

Robert - bright flame

Wade - able to go, ford

Howard - Bold heart

Henrietta - Keeper of the hearth/ home

Evan - God is gracious

Edmundo - prosperity and protector

Maddie - strength in battle

Athena - war and wisdom

Christopher - bearer of Christ

May - goddess of spring

Harry - ruler of the home

Karen - pure

Michael - gift from God

David - beloved

Taylor - cutter of cloth (you alter your personality to fit with the demands of a situation!!)

Kelly - warrior!!

Albert - noble and bright

Ravi - Sun

Abby (the Saxon short form) - sweet refuge

Ali - high (honestly this makes me laugh so much considering buck meets her up high in a skyscraper 🤣)

Josh - salvation

Sue - lily - rebirth

Carla - free woman

Daniel - God is my judge

Ana - favoured grace

I find it really interesting that Bucks 3 girlfriends all have gender neutral names! 👀👀👀

Abby - can be a short form of Abigail or Abraham

Ali - a short form of alison, alistair (and many others)

Taylor - not short form, but gender neutral

Kelly - is also a boys name - especially common in Scotland and Ireland!

Also feeling highly amused that Lena and Lucy both have the same meaning;

Lena - torch or light

Lucy - light

Add into this the fact that Ravi and Albert also have similar meanings and that all these characters have been used as devices to shine lights on character traits of our mains (pun very much intended). We’ve seen Eddie’s self destructive traits highlighted by Lena, Albert shone a light on Chimneys feelings of not being wanted or good enough for his father etc, Ravi has been used as a vehicle to show bucks coping mechanisms and abandonment issues. If we go a bit further away from main cast, even Tara (means ‘shining’ in Sanskrit) was a way of highlighting that Maddie needed to deal with her trauma from her abusive marriage. So Lucy is a plot device to shine a light on buck and his self destructive and self chastising ways (I mean we’d already guessed this, but it’s fun that the name emphasises it!)

[thejudgingtrash]

11. “...did you just sniff me?” for percabeth pretty please 🙏🤍🤍🤍

Heya! I’m finally here to come back to this request 😄😄 It took me only a little bit in comparison to other requests, but I'm here!

Also since @percyheartsannabeth, @skaterannabeth and @not-optimistic-petrol-biscuit had asked about fluff. Here you go... Kinda? 😬 Anyway. Here's a monster sneak peek into may I introduce you to my beloved wife? 😋

It took me all day yesterday, but I managed to pump out 11k words. That's a record for a single session in one day (with like two breaks). And yes, that is still not the entire chapter. Here are roughly 9,2k for you to consume!

TW: alcohol, overbearing relatives not minding their own business, a tiny section talking about domestic abuse and Athena and Frederick Chase ain't shit but that's nothing new. Poseidon too, for once. Enjoy!

may I introduce you to my beloved wife?

(*absolutely not proof-read, my bad)

Annabeth sighed. You can do this. You can do this. You’ve already finished the week. Think about the money. Think about the move to California. Push through this day and next week, think about the money and the minute you’ll hand your termination in. She wanted to splash some water up her face, but the makeup that tinted her lips in a luscious rose and added some bronze to her high cheekbones was too expensive to be washed off and hastily reapplied.

It was pre-Dionysus Day, which meant it was merely the calm before the storm. The first sparkling sip of an impending disaster waiting to rollover the roomy Greek villa Percy forced her to stay in. Well not really forced. Forced and bribed her to stay in. That made it sound slightly better. Just think of the one-hundred seventy-five dollars he’s going to transfer into your bank account for your new start in California. I should renegotiate. California is also expensive. Make it two-hundred fifty thousand.

The tall blonde looked at her reflection in the mirror. A young woman full of life was the first thing she had seen in the morning but now she looked tired and annoyed, just how she felt. Something crashed in one of the dozens of rooms next to her and people laughed. Annabeth sighed again. It was the only thing she could do, otherwise she would scream like a banshee, making sure that at least Hermes and Prometheus would check her, if it wasn’t for Percy stuffing socks into her mouth to make her shut up before they got to her. The majority of his Greek relatives had been lovely if not terribly nosy and overbearing. It was the opposite of her family. His was warm and chaotic and for the most part welcoming. Hers? Cold, apathetic, disapproving of everything she did. She had no family in comparison, and neither would she want to compare this wholesome messy bunch to the cold-hearted Athena Pallas and the monster that was Friedrich Chase.

Annabeth respected Hera and Hestia, she definitely side-eyed Aphrodite who was cheating on her husband and she would definitely stay away from Zeus. Crossing paths with him occasionally in the New York office of Atlantic INC. was terrible, seeing him openly be flirty and loosen up during a forced trip was way worse.

This was a bad idea and I have a terrible feeling about this. The burgundy wrap dress that hugged her skin was soft and light but in the Thessalian heat it felt like a sticky cocoon caging her. She wasn’t a beautiful butterfly, ready to burst out and wow everyone. Neither was she a moth drawn to a flame. She was a bug that had been sprayed by Percy with a pesticide, wrapped in toxic chemicals which were slowly dissolving her body, piece by piece.

A knock shoved the horrendous image inside of her head aside. “Yes?” she asked with a firm voice. Too firm with a hint of annoyance, but she was not a professional actress and could not switch her emotions off as she pleased. She was a junior marketing manager for Christ’s sake. Not for much longer. Only two more months…

Percy opened the door. “Are you ready?“ he asked with his usual pleasant baritone reaching her ear.

He wore light linen pants that hugged his legs loosely and a light blue shirt with the first buttons opened up. She could see his defined chest and the swirls of black hair peeking through. The hair was styled into a disheveled curly mess which suited him way better than the gelled back corporate look and he forgot to trim his beard like the day before. Annabeth couldn’t deny what she saw – her tormentor was a very attractive man.

“Do you want to bail?” His sea-green eyes darkened a shade. Worry flashed through them.

Annabeth exhaled sharply for the last time. “I wish I could but then I’d leave you without a fiancé,” she smiled through the pain.

Her glance found her reflection again. The topknot was still intact, and a few strands carefully framed her heart-shaped face. She looked perfect on the outside and she wanted to commit manslaughter in the inside.

“Let’s get over with it,” Percy sighed and stretched his hand out. It seemed like Percy was the one that would rather bail.

Annabeth took it without any complaint. She was the happy girlfriend soon-to-be-wife and holding hands was way better than being forced into kissing him during Sports Day. The Theodoropoulos family truly had planned activity after activity during those two weeks in winter.

“Oh!” Sally peeked into the bathroom and saw her son holding Annabeth’s hand.

“There you are! Is everything okay, mija?” she asked with her sweet Dominican accent and looked at Annabeth.

Annabeth automatically smiled back. Sally was the mother she never had, and it broke her heart crumble by crumble by the sheer charade Percy and she were forced to display for the next six days. Sally Jackson deserved the best. She certainly didn’t deserve being deceived and lied to by her terrible son and his tag-a-long coworker.

“Yes, Percy was just making sure we’re arriving on time.” Annabeth got on her toes and placed a soft kiss on Percy’s stubbled cheek. It tickled but by now she had gotten used to it.

He rolled his eyes, smiled at his mother, nonetheless. Sally’s eyes sparkled and she clapped, clutching her hands tightly. “You don’t know how proud you’re making me, mijo,” she then said teary-eyed.

“You finally found a great girl and she is standing next to you.” Sally wiped a tear away and the awful feeling that sat on Annabeth’s chest and made everything heavier, amplified by a thousand times.

This was way worse than being referred to as the woman that would bear him three to five children presuming with the first one sired on this current vacation by Ares. Yes, Annabeth wanted two children at max, but not definitely now. She was twenty-eight and in the prime of her life! Note: Percy would certainly not be the father of said two children. Unruly blond waves and a mischievous grin blitzed through her head. Pale blue eyes came back from the deepest pit of her memory. Luke. Fuck no, that was even worse than Percy. His betrayal… Annabeth tried to shake the memory off and focused on the ongoing situation in front of her.

Sally truly hoped her son found love and not a quick fling. Oh shit, Annabeth thought and looked up to Percy whose face expressed similar thoughts. His conscience nibbled and guilt flooded his body.

“Mamá,” Percy began and released Annabeth’s hand in order to grasp the older woman’s shoulder.

Sally brushed his large hands off. “No, no! Off you go! You younglings should be downstairs celebrating your reunion with the entire side of Poseidon’s family.”

Annabeth appreciated the fact that Sally was invited and flown out each winter holiday by the Theodoropoulos’. Despite having been divorced from Poseidon for over twenty years, she was still a popular and welcomed guest, not just because of her son’s attachment to the Greek side and his tied division of the Greek family company.

Sally gave each of them a last smile before entering the women’s bathroom. Percy exhaled and pinched his nose. After ten seconds he released the nose and looked back at Annabeth. “Ready?” he asked a final time. Annabeth nodded.

The loud singing, yelling and talking that had been muffled by the bathroom hit her by a tenfold. The place had all the Mamma Mia vibes without the fun singing four days ago. Not anymore, as drunk relatives hit up the shore with loud music and talked loudly in their Pontic Greek dialect.

As the couple descended the stairs and walked through the parlor, a new wave of guests arrived at the same time. Three people that have just entered early adulthood looked up to them. Two men, one blond with a stoic face and bronzed skin, the other was shorter with spiky black hair and a beautiful grin on his lips. The woman next to him was the tallest out of the trio and possessed a high ponytail that would leave Ariana Grande dying out of envy. The dyed lilac hair swung around and nearly reached the middle of her thighs, meaning the hair was even longer without its tight prison on top.

“Thanatos, Zagreus, Megaera!” greeted Percy and gave each one of them a rib crushing bear hug. They looked pleasantly surprised at seeing Percy being accompanied by a pretty woman his age. It seems like the proposal didn’t reach all of the ends of the Greek world.

They fell into a short conversation in Greek and Annabeth smiled politely next to Percy as she fell entirely out of place. The evil Duolingo owl didn’t prepare her for this experience. Neither did her mother bother teaching her at least their Athenian dialect properly. She could introduce herself in Greek, order a beer, say goodbye and that was it. Thank you, Athena. For nothing again.

“Oh, you must be Annabeth,” Megaera eyed her carefully and Annabeth had the feeling that she could split her open with her hands. Weirdly enough, Annabeth was kind of into it. Megaera wasn’t only as tall as Percy but she was clearly the one with the toughest workout regimen as she displayed her muscular legs and defined arms with a short cocktail dress only a few shades darker than her hair.

“Yes,” Annabeth squeaked. She nearly added a ma’am towards the end. Megaera cocked her dark eyebrow. She had an aura that demanded respect.

“Interesting to see the woman who captured Perseus’ heart. It seems that he did develop a good taste after all. Calypso was as pretty as the crescent moon flower but sadly as dull as his corny jokes are.” Megaera’s deep smirk was a stamp of approval as her eyes roamed all over Annabeth.

“Hey!” Percy interrupted and placed a firm hand on Annabeth’s waist, as if he was trying to mark his territory.

“You have your own toys right to your right,” he then added with a playful tone.

Megaera actually laughed and waved dismissively. “That doesn’t mean there isn’t room for more.” A clear offer which left Annabeth’s face turn into a fiery tomato red.

“Anyway, we have some catching up to do,” Thanatos proposed as Zagreus and he silently watched the conversation blossom. He sounded as reserved as he looked.

“Indeed,” Zagreus agreed, surprising Annabeth with a posh English accent. “Father will murder me if we miss out on his moussaka. It’s to die for you need to try it, Annabeth, at least before Hephaestus gets ahead of himself.”

Annabeth laughed. The Theodoropoulos did have their positives. “I will, Zagreus,” she nodded.

“Oh please, if aunt Sally gave her go for you to stay here, you’re as good as family. We’re Than, Zag and Meg for you,” Zagreus offered.

“Annabeth is already my nickname but thank you for the kind offer!”

The three new guests went on to join relatives and friends at the party which seemed to get more chaotic by each passing minute as the volume seemed to increase.

“My cousin Zagreus from my uncle Hades’ side,” Percy explained as the three went out of his sight.

“Are they friends? Or…”

“Pretty sure they’re polyamorous. You know, I don’t know, and I honestly don’t really care, I see Zag once every twelve months at max. Just don’t stick to Meg’s side for too long otherwise she’ll turn you into her fiancé.” Percy’s tone suggested that he was not joking.

“Oh.” Annabeth didn’t know what to think of it.

Percy closed his eyes as if he was making a silent prayer, before his sea-green met Annabeth’s light gray ones. She smelled like lemon with a hint of lavender, instead of roses like normally. Delicious. If it weren’t for the fact that it was Annabeth.

“So, listen. You know I’ve talked about Dionysus Day and how his birthday brings out the worst side of everyone.”

Annabeth nodded as Percy went on to explain.

“Pre-Dionysus Day is basically same with the only exception that my great-grandmother’s house is filled with the entire family. Yes, we’re expected to eat, drink, laugh, drink, dance, drink, reminisce on our past, drink, make fools out of ourselves in order for them to take blackmail pictures and drink some more, but no matter how much they want you to open up… try to control yourself. Everything you say can and will be used against you.”

Annabeth’s stomach started to churn, and her knees slightly gave in. “Look, I’m truly sorry for the mess that I’ve caused,” Percy looked directly into her eyes and tried to ignore the rosy streaks across her flushed cheeks. “And my relatives can be overbearing. But if we manage to stick through this night and the next one tomorrow, we’re as good as done with playing games.”

“Fine,” Annabeth gritted through her teeth. She had agreed to the terms and condition. She didn’t need a reminder of the stupid decision she made two months ago.

“Let’s go.”

She placed her hand on the doorknob that separated the parlor from the huge living room. Percy followed her as she opened the door. A wave of laughter, wine, ouzo, discovered secrets, cigarettes, sweat and fun hit them.

“Oh wow, someone should open a window.” Percy suggested as he coughed. Luckily cousin Metis had the same idea. No, aunt Metis. Or was it Thetis? Why did Percy need to have so many relatives with similar names again?

“Oh, Annabeth, look at you!” Aphrodite had snuck up behind them and surprised the fake couple by hugging each of them and nearly spilling the expensive Greek vintage in her hand on Percy’s shirt. The red alcoholic liquid carelessly swirled in her glass and more than often seemed to want to escape from her clutch.

“Aphrodite, be careful!” Percy reminded her as she dug her fingers into his arm. Her nails were as fake and bought as was the bond between Annabeth and Percy.

“Oh, please cousin, you should learn how to loosen up!” She laughed, but it sounded more like the shrill sound a bird made when it got nearly hit by a car. The high pitch made Annabeth slightly frown.

“Take your girl upstairs and show her all the Zorbas moves you got!” She wiggled her badly overdrawn eyebrows.

Aphrodite had always been the poster child of perfection. She knew how to dress her curvaceous body the right way, she knew how to apply the perfect touches of makeup on her face and she was the most graceful being Annabeth had ever met. Seeing her so disheveled left the blonde American content. It showed that Aphrodite wasn’t one of the gods, she was a mortal mess like they all were. That, and it was kind of funny seeing the abrupt transition from oozing perfection to looking like a rough mess after a couple of glasses of wine.

“If you know what I mean, you two know what I mean, right?”

“Yes,” Annabeth and Percy answered. Unfortunately, they did.

“That reminds me, this is such a pretty dress that you got!” Aphrodite’s eyes widened and she tugged at Annabeth’s sleeve that went slightly over her elbows. “Percy needs to bring me a couple of those the next time he visits. Oh wait! You’re about to marry, Annabeth can take me shopping. I want to visit New York next summer. When was your wedding again?”

Panic filled Annabeth she tried to stutter a lame excuse like they had done the entirety of the stay. Aphrodite’s brown eyes found something else to focus on in the meantime. Her hand went out to poke the tall blonde’s chest as she went on to pull on the thin fabric.

“You should show the men what you got! Free the girls!” Aphrodite yelled over the loud music, pushing Annabeth’s C cup to its limits. “Let Percy stand in the corner with that stupid frown, all jealous and depressed while you’re out on the hunt!”

Percy did not look amused especially since he tried to pull Annabeth away.

“Yeah, just like that!” Aphrodite’s glass pointed directly at his face as Annabeth tried to shove Aphrodite’s fickle fingers aside. “Oh, if I were just a little bit younger and not tied to your cousin…”

“You mean cousins,” Percy corrected and made a step backwards as Aphrodite’s dreamy and drunk dazed focus shifted from Annabeth to him.

“Aphrodite, leave Percy and his future wife alone,” Hera arrived to save the stressed couple and rolled her eyes. “Go harass Hephaestus and try to be a faithful wife for once in your life.”

She still looked like she had a massive stick shoved up her ass by the way she stood entirely straight next to them, but Annabeth appreciated the gesture. If Hera didn’t like Aphrodite much, Annabeth would rather join Team Hera than stand alone by the bleachers and under Aphrodite’s charmspeak. Aphrodite pouted and stomped with her feet twice as if she were a toddler and not a grown woman marching towards her forties. Then she stormed off and ran into the arms of her lover, nother husband to spite her mother-in-law and embarrass her even further.

“Malàka,” Hera cursed and lost her cool for one second, before clearing her throat and focusing on the already tired fake engaged couple in front of her. Not even Hera seemed to be averse from drinking a glass of wine or two. “You two definitely need a drink.”

Annabeth agreed with her for once.

She pointed at the bar behind her, which was managed by Dionysus and his wife Ariadne. The number of relatives ganging up on them and demanding new drinks was frightening. Surprisingly Dionysus kept his cool and shoved drinks in people’s hands at an impressive speed.

“Yeah, let’s get over with it,” Percy sighed and took Annabeth’s hand again.

“Are you okay?” Annabeth asked him. She knew from Thalia that Percy rarely ever drank and that his family was to blame for most of it. Percy seemed stiffer and graver than usual as well. As much as she disliked his jokey nature and easy-going demeanor he displayed at work, she’d much rather have that Percy by her side right now. Dionysus Day and the day before seemed like it was hell on earth for him and walking through it each year must take a toll on him.

“Yeah, let’s just each grab a glass of wine. Let them be happy about me shoving this disgusting stuff down my throat.” He thanked Ariadne as she prepared two glasses of the same vintage Aphrodite seemed to have inhaled earlier.

“Thank you.” Annabeth took her glass and sniffed. The wine smelled sickly sweet with a hint of the bitterness that the fermentation process had left. The glass in her hand weighed surprisingly heavy, not because of the wine itself but because of the golden swirls decorating it. The glass transitioned from the crystal-clear transparency into a deep black. A lyre surrounded by a bigger laurel wreath decorated the middle section and a golden snake was wrapped around the stem. The golden rim gave it a nice finish.

“Into a fruitful night,” Percy darkly mumbled over the music. He was really not looking forward to it, which confused Annabeth immensely. She didn’t understand why he pushed himself through this if he really didn’t like the drinking activities. He surely had his reasons, hence her not starting a fight with him over it. It was his family and their tradition after all.

“Into a fruitful night,” Annabeth instead repeated.

Issuing a weird toast as well. Percy Jackson was clearly not a drinker. Their glasses clinked and each of them took a sip. Thankfully grandma Rhea made sure they were well-fed before the festivities began.

“Fuck,” Annabeth muttered. A fine vintage as well. Not as sweet as she thought, it left a hint of sweet cumin as the lingering aftertaste. Her lipstick left a mark on the glass, but she didn’t bother to care as she took another gulp. The wine was nearly finished. She slowly started to understand why ancient civilizations went crazy after this stuff.

As she looked at her so-called fiancé, she saw that his glass was already empty. A grimace rested on his face as well.

“Err, Percy?”

“What?” The dark brooding look on his face was no more.

“Shouldn’t you take it easy?” Annabeth carefully asked. His eyes narrowed.

“I am,” he stated and cocked his head towards his cousin who was still busy playing the barkeeper but kept an overall watchful glimpse on the guests that flooded the gates.

“Dionysus saw me drink. Most importantly he saw us have a drink. That should be enough for me, but if you want some more, be my guest.” He shrugged.

Annabeth felt that she should probably drag his mopey ass out of the party, but it was way too early to leave. “Fine,” she said and asked Ariadne for a refill. Annabeth went in for another long sip. She should definitely stock her wine cabinet once she was back at her shitty apartment. Before the glass reached her lips again, Hermes snatched it away and chugged the remaining wine.

“Hermes, what the hell?!” Ariadne grabbed the glass and pushed her husband’s cousin away. The bored postman was back with his shenanigans.

“My bad, dear wifey, but I’m on a mission here to abduct sweet Annabeth,” Hermes winked and placed his hands around Annabeth’s shoulders.

“What are you up to?” Out of all of the relatives she’s met so far, Annabeth was convinced that everything Zeus had ever sired was a mistake. Zeus himself was a mistake.

“Can you stop being German and boring for once?” he joked. Annabeth’s eyes narrowed. She did not like this one bit. She turned her head around and saw that Percy had been pulled into a conversation by Hypnos and Morpheus. He had completely forgotten about her. Great.

Hermes guided her through the crowd, towards the middle of the room. They had to dodge chairs, drunk relatives, a sofa, chatty relatives, the coffee table and dancing relatives before they made it.

“There she is!” greeted Achilles the confused marketing manager.

Paris, Helen, Patroclus, Hermes and Achilles stood in a circle around a table. Dozens of shots of all sorts of colors were displayed. Annabeth had a terrible feeling about this.

“What is this and why are you pulling me into this?” Annabeth asked and did not like the mischievous grin they all shared. She wanted to go back home and cuddle with Daedalus on her sofa and push his cat ass out of the way before the next steamy Outlander scene hit the screen. Yes, Annabeth was that much of a single that seeing some on-screen action was the best she could get. She hoped that the mangy cat didn’t bother Thalia all too much while she was staying in Greece. She owed her so much already.

“Well, I stayed in your country,” Paris started. “And they have a weird tradition with ouzo. They don’t drink it the way we do, watered down and slowly at lunch and what not…”

Annabeth was still American for the most part and had nothing to do with Germany. The last time she stayed there was nearly thirteen years ago. She didn’t want to have anything to do with Germany. Friedrich Chase lived in Germany. And she fucking hated Friedrich Chase. Therefore, she hated Germany. Things that would never change. Okay, Hamburg was a cool city and she was glad her father moved to Cologne. Should she feel the urge to travel back to Germany for a week or less, she’d go to Hamburg, take ten thousand pictures, and post them on Instagram the minute before she was boarding her flight back to New York. Helping her to enrage her stupid father was all Germany had to offer.

“Germans do ouzo shots,” Patroclus cut to the chase. “And since you’re the newest member of our family…”

“And German!” Paris and Hermes added simultaneously.

“We’ve decided to play this little game,” Achilles added.

“What’s the name of the game?” Annabeth asked. She was only slightly curious. Emphasis on slightly.

“Last man standing. Oh sorry, ladies. Last person standing,” Hermes corrected himself as he placed four shots in front of each person. That was way too much hard liquor to handle. But if she did Jägermeister bombs in her sophomore year of college without any issues, this should be fairly easy.

“What are the rules?” They all looked at her in silence. No rules. No prize. Just drink.

“Oh wow.” The urge to roll her eyes and walk off came back with a force.

“I think I’m going to pass,” Annabeth said and already turned to her right.

“Why?” Helen asked innocently. “Need your man to look after you? The one who’s having an amazing time back there with his third glass of wine?”

Foul game. Annabeth’s head shot to the right. Helen was right. Percy was laughing and looked like he was having a great time chatting with Oceanus and his wife Tethys. Tethys refilled his glass as her husband and Percy broke into laughter once again.

If that’s the case…

“Fuck it, I’m in,” Annabeth agreed. She swallowed the bait and she knew it. There was no reason why she should feel upset about Percy opening up all of a sudden. He desperately needed it. Why she wished to be a part of that, Annabeth did not know.

“Great!” Helen threw her brown mane over her shoulders and grabbed the first glass.

“Για μας!” they all yelled and chugged the liquor. Gia mas, the Greek toast, was repeated every time and it seemed to brighten the mood, despite resting heavily on Annabeth’s stomach. Her college days were over, but she was glad she resisted coughing repeatedly.

Patroclus clutched his stomach after the second shot, Helen ran out after the third, Paris and Achilles were laughing maniacally after the fourth and Hermes mysteriously disappeared after the first one. Annabeth was the last person standing. She placed the crystalized shot glass back on the table and examined the messes around her. The only thing that had happened to her, were that more golden locks escaped from her bun and her lipstick needed some reapplying as she left marks on each glass.

Annabeth tried to take a step away from the table and felt how the world slightly shifted around her. The fact that she would curse and hate herself for her behavior in just six hours, was something drunk Annabeth gladly put aside. The headaches that definitely would haunt her for the rest of the trip didn’t matter, she won and that was all she cared about.

“Hell yeah!” she yelled as all inhibition faded away, leaving pure and raw life force behind. Unbeknownst to her, Annabeth had moved right into the circle of dancers.

“Perseus, get your bride before she breaks her legs!” someone laughed. Was it Iapetus? Or was it Hyperion? Who even cared at that point?

The next two hours were a blurred mess. A blackout slowly crept through her mind, leaving foggy memories behind. Annabeth felt how she was dancing with people and how people were laughing. Were they laughing at her or with her? Did it really matter? Why was her hair repeatedly slapping her face, didn’t she tie it up?

She danced with different people, men and women. She really hoped that the guy that looked like a naked Danny DeVito with longer black hair was not Zeus who had lost his shirt and pants. Who was the guy with the sea-green eyes again? Why was he clapping and laughing whenever she was busting a move next to Hermes? Was he important? Why did he remind her of work? The shots might have been a short-sighted idea after one and a half glasses of wine. She probably overestimated the amount of food she had consumed at dinner prior. Wasn’t she supposed to try someone’s moussaka?

“There you are! Ares, stop dancing with her for once. We’re about to leave.”

Ugh. Ares. Not Zeus, but still yucky.

Sea-green eyes. Percy, of course. How could she have forgotten the asshole that brought her into this whole mess? He seemed fairly sober, didn’t he have a glass or three of wine? Annabeth was certain, she’d be able to drink him under the table. His height and his build might put him at an advantage, but if he wasn’t used to drinking, she might have a fair shot.

A rock song was the next song that appeared. Percy wanted to drag Annabeth off the dance floor.

“Oh no!” Aphrodite intervened with a shrill screech. “Give the two lovers some room to show each other affection!”

Hera actually raised her glass for once to show that she actually agreed with one of Aphrodite’s wild ideas. Someone fumbled with the playlist and a Greek slow jam roared through the old speakers.

“Are you guys fucking serious?” Percy muttered under his breath. But roughly eighty pairs of eyes were all but watching the soon-to-be betrothed and waited for a romantic dance which reminded Percy more of the horrors that the eight-grade dance was.

Annabeth drunkenly hiccupped and looked at him in surprise as she felt one of his hands around her waist and the other one taking her hand. They rocked as if it was the final dance at prom. Annabeth barely remembered prom. Oh right. Her mother had forbidden her from going. She never attended prom.

A casual glimpse through the crowd showed her that people were actually filming this nonsense and some women were actually cooing. Did… did they seriously think this back and forth with sweaty clothes on was romantic? Her eyes found Percy’s again.

“So…” he began.

“So…” she repeated.

“Careful!” he warned her before twirling her through the tight circle. People screamed and applauded. A camera flash blitzed through the darkness twice.

“Oof,” Annabeth groaned. Her stomach and equilibrium did not appreciate that sudden movement.

“I’m sorry, I won’t do that again,” Percy swore. The rocking motion made both of them sleepy. Annabeth suppressed a yawn, rested her head on his shoulder. Percy could make the perfect comfy bed, if he wanted to.

Percy, sensing that people were awaiting some action from either of them, placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face up. Annabeth’s eyes widened. Is he going to kiss me in front of them? Again? her panicked brain asked. She was turned into stone, not by Percy’s distant cousin Medusa who had eaten most of the truffles, but by the tenderness of his actions. He was one solid actor.

Percy placed a soft kiss on her forehead, before moving on to a temple. Annabeth blushed and buried her heated face in his chest as he released her. Intimate, soft and sweet. The screaming relatives disrupted their comfortable silence yet again. The slow song came to an end and the next upbeat one invited everyone back to the dance floor. Annabeth released herself from Percy’s tight embrace and just bolted. Damned be nausea. A wave of coldness hit her. She felt something she didn’t like the minute Percy had softly kissed and soberness woke her at a start. What was it? Anger? Disappointment? Longing? She didn’t know and she didn’t want to know.

“Annabeth!” Percy shouted, but the amount of people standing in his way made it more difficult for him to keep up with her. His hand brushed over his own lips.

Annabeth opened and closed doors left and right. The kitchen, the dining room, the smoking room. She hasted through the first floor until she found another lost soul in the fireplace room. Why the villa had a fireplace room in the first place, she did not know. It had been super-hot the entire time but what Annabeth understood as heat and what native Greeks deemed as hot temperatures didn’t have to correlate.

Great-grandmother Gaia’s humming faded away. The eldest of the Theodoropoulos looked up from the pair of socks she was knitting. When she came to find out the intruder was Annabeth, joy spread over her face.

“Come, come!” The broken English that she softly spoke reminded Annabeth of her own grandmother. She hadn’t seen Elsbeth Lilienthal-Chase since she had left Germany. And since her mother didn’t give her a chance to say goodbye, she didn’t have a phone number to reach her with. The only way would be through that asshole Friedrich Chase, and the only time she’d willingly let someone contact that man was if she had been six feet under and he would be forced to show up for one important family event for once.

“I was unable to sleep. Parties aren’t something for me. I’m too old and boring for my children and their children,” Gaia sighed as Annabeth took a seat on the green sofa next to the light blue armchair. All of the cushioning seemed to have been made by Gaia as the socks had the same pattern as the pillow that Annabeth leaned against. Balls of wool surrounded the older woman as if she sat on a field of fresh tulips.

“Drink, drink! You need water. I’m pretty sure you danced a lot.”

Annabeth kindly took the offer, grabbed the carafe and poured herself a little bit of water into a small glass. The water was surprisingly cold and refreshing.

“My children deem me crazy,” Gaia continued. “The war with the ottomans. Deportation. Fleeing and seeing death everywhere. Losing my father in the chaos. Then the big world war after that twenty years later. They don’t want to listen to the same stories. They only want to have fun. So, they sent me away.”

Annabeth felt terrible for the old lady. It looked like she had been through hell and back in her youth. She didn’t look like she needed much, only someone to listen to her.

“I won’t bore you much,” promised Gaia.

Gaia’s tanned leathery hands continued working on the little socks. “Don’t worry about tomorrow, dearie. We have plenty of acetaminophen and other hangover remedies. Tomorrow will be even worse, because Dionysus wants to celebrate his birthday with even more wine,” the old woman laughed, and her green eyes twinkled full of life.

“I also was young once…”

The two sat in comfortable silence, only interrupted by Gaia’s humming or Annabeth refilling her glass of water.

“So,” Gaia began.

“So?” repeated Annabeth.

“You are the woman that tamed my little Perseus,” the older woman grinned.

Oh no.

Annabeth had a lump in her throat and drinking water to solve it, didn’t work. She wasn’t just lying to Zeus and his wife. She was lying to an entire clan, from the youngest to the oldest members. What Percy and she were doing wasn’t right, neither was it fair. Sure, Percy’s shitty uncle didn’t help much by forcing him to marry the next person, but did the rest of the family deserve to be deceived as well? No, they didn’t, and that truth rested heavily on Annabeth’s narrow shoulders.

The fact that Gaia looked so much like her great-grandson was crazy. They possessed the exact same shade of sea-green. It was passed onto Rhea, Percy’s grandmother, and then Poseidon, Percy’s fucked up father. Always full of intelligence and calculation. Shifting easily from delighted and full of life to the crashing anger of a storm. Power and knowledge were key features of Gaia’s eyes.

“How did you meet my sweet Perseus again?” Gaia innocently asked but Annabeth knew that there was some sort of ulterior motive behind her question.

“At work,” she honestly answered, and Gaia smiled. The old lady was able to sense the truth.

“He’s not my direct boss, but we run into each other a lot. And we hated each other from the moment we saw each other.” Annabeth remembered how she accidentally spilled her hot coffee all over his shirt. She had been public enemy number one from then on.

“He’s an excellent boss, as much as I hate to admit it. He knows his ways around and is passionate about the ocean and its inhabitants. Definitely more passionate than me, I’m just there for the money. He actually wants to make a difference. And he’s extremely annoying, might I add.”

Gaia burst into laughter and needed a minute to calm down. Annabeth cracked a toothy grin. “Ah yes, I can see how you fell in love with him.”

Doom. Uneasiness. Discomfort. The lump in Annabeth’s throat grew bigger and bigger. Why was her vision so blurry all of a sudden? She looked down at her dress. Dark dots appeared. More sprinkled across her lap as Annabeth realized she was crying.

“I’m so sorry,” Annabeth sniffled. “I… Percy… I…”

Gaia put her knitting utensils aside and set herself upright in the armchair. “Oh no, what is going on, Annabeth?”

The calming hand on her back did not help the young professional at all. No, Gaia’s honesty and curiosity made it way worse.

“Percy and I… we’re not engaged. We did it because Zeus-” Annabeth tried to confess, but Gaia brushed her off.

“It’s okay, Annabeth. I know,” the old woman smiled.

The tears that smeared her foundation or rather what was left of it ceased to fall. “You what?!”

Shock widened Annabeth’s light gray eyes.

“I knew from the minute you stepped into my house. I’m pretty sure Rhea knows as well.”

Annabeth’s jaw fell open. “B-but how?!” she stuttered and felt like an utter and complete idiot. The first few days had been rough and difficult, but now she thought that Percy and she conveyed the illusion of being a happy couple.

“You were scared of everything including him the minute you arrived,” Gaia warmly smiled. The infectious warm smile of a grandma looking out for her little chicks. Was Annabeth now one of them?

“I knew something was off with that sudden engagement of yours with the way you two behaved. Either you were pregnant, or it was a ruse. Since you are heavily drinking and paper thin, it was clear that there was no pregnancy. You young people truly don’t eat enough anymore,” Gaia shrugged, patted Annabeth’s knee and went back to knitting the sock.

“But now… it all makes sense. You do feel something for each other. Even if you are blind to it for now.” She continued to hum. “I just hope that my dear Perseus will be the young and carefree boy he was all those years ago one day again. And I do believe that you are the key in finding him hidden underneath all those layers and walls he had put up due to his father.”

Annabeth didn’t even close her mouth during the elder’s monologue. Did Gaia seriously connote that she… that Annabeth Chase… might feel something for her soon-to-be boss? Madness. Absolute madness. She took everything she had thought of the friendly old woman in front of her back. Maybe her relatives did have a point, when they decided to brush Gaia off due to her old age.

Annabeth? And feeling something for Percy? If that something was hatred and the utmost rage, absolutely yes. But… anything else? She would receive a hefty sum on her bank account and would put in her two weeks the minute she found a better job in California.

“You know… there is a tale I’d like to tell about men.”

And Annabeth would prefer to place the glass back on the table, throw the heels away, storm out and run to the next airport.

“They are stupid vapid creatures,” Gaia carried on.

Annabeth snorted behind her glass. “That is certainly true,” she agreed and earned an honest grin from Gaia.

“My dear husband Ouranos with whom I had all of my dear children decided one day that one woman was not enough. And that twelve children were not enough.”

Twelve children?! Annabeth's womb just twisted and turned in protest. The shocked expression on Annabeth’s face made Gaia chortle loudly.

“Oh yes, back in my day we were all very fruitful,” Gaia affirmed.

“That sounds horrible,” Annabeth interjected.

“Oh, only the birth part and the eighteen years after it,” the older woman dismissed her which made Annabeth in turn laugh again.

“My father was a farmer and he had one piece of advice: never let someone toy with you. You are not a doll; you are a person with morals and dignity, a person with feelings and dignity. Let no one, especially not a man, treat you like a commodity or something to kick around. Well… when dear Ouranos left me and sought our neighbor with bigger breasts… I taught him that lesson. And I did so with my father’s trusted knife that I hung on the wall afterwards.”

There was no knife displayed on the wall. It was a fucking scythe. Large, frightening, brutal. A golden great long sickle with jagged teeth rested on the wall as if it were ready to cut you up into one thousand pieces. Was there really dried blood stuck on the teeth or was Annabeth’s drunken mind making things up?

“The minute our youngest turned eighteen he took off and was never seen again. And now, should a person, in that case my Perseus, not know how to treat you properly, you know what to do,” Gaia advised and took a sip out of her own glass.

“Uh… you mean threaten to cut his genitals off with a large and sharp family heirloom?” Annabeth’s eyes widened again.

“No, dearie…” Gaia gave it some thought. “Well maybe so, dearie,” she then went on. That made Annabeth chuckle again.

“But demand absolute respect from him. Don’t ask him for it. Demand it. I don’t know how but he has dragged you into our family and expects you to play the perfect fiancé. This will eventually blow up in his face and he will drag you along with him. Teach him a lesson, however.”

“You know what? I will!” With Gaia’s official blessing, Annabeth was all smiles and scheming new plots. If the head of the family gave her the approval of kicking Percy’s ass, she definitely would.

Steps echoed in the fireplace room and Annabeth and Gaia’s heads turned to greet the intruder. They didn’t even realize the door opened and closed again.

Gaia’s younger twin who still had some black streaks in the braids marched into the hall, curious about what the two women in front of her were previously talking about. Gaia’s youngest daughter Rhea had joined them. The large blue floral dress made her seem like she never left the late 1960s and the two long braids only added to that sentiment.

“Mamá, what is going on? By the way Percy is looking for you, Annabeth,” Rhea informed her grandson’s alleged fiancé before taking a seat in front of her and grabbing one of the many balls of yarn in front of her mother. Rhea then went on to play with it as if she was a six-year old.

“Oh no, Rhea, Annabeth and I were just chatting about love and life,” Gaia batted her eyelashes.

“You see, I gave Rhea the same advice about her disgraceful husband when he went out to seek another woman.”

Rhea rolled her eyes behind the large pentagonally glasses. “You and your stories about the scythe, mother,” she sighed.

“I have to make sure the younger generation knows!” Gaia huffed. “I won’t be here for much longer and then-”

“We'll regret all the things we’ve said and done to you, I know mamá, you have been telling me this since I was four years old and spilled my apple juice,” Rhea completed her mother’s sentence.

Rhea’s attention shifted to the smiling blonde in front of her. She grew to like Percy’s fiancé. She had a fire within herself and a backbone, all great things to handle a Theodoropoulos man.

“But my mother is right when she says that the scythe is a trusted tool. Zeus, Poseidon and Hades did scare Kronos with it after he tried some foul things with their sisters. Treated them worse. Did overall horrible things. He never wanted daughters, only sons. Didn’t seem to accept the fact that it was out of my hand.” Rhea squished the ball of light blue yarn in her hand.

“My children were always looking out for me and I will be forever grateful for them. I do hope that you will have the same feelings and love for your children.” It was clear who their father was supposed to be.

“Yes, I hope so as well,” Annabeth squeaked. Did it get hotter in here all of a sudden?

The door opened, and a worried Percy stepped into the fireplace room. “Oh, there you are,” he sighed as he immediately sighted Annabeth’s blonde unruly curls. He had been running from the basement all the way to the roof searching for her. Relief washed over his face like some shower gel from a cheap commercial. Only then did he realize that Annabeth had been cornered by both his nosy grandmother and his even nosier great-grandmother.

“Whatever they’ve been telling you, it’s a lie, it’s wrong and it never happened!” he warned her as he took a seat right next to her.

“Oh please, relax,” Rhea rolled her eyes and threw the wool at her grandson. “We have been talking about mamá’s scythe.”

“Hey!” both Percy and Gaia complained. At least they hadn’t dished out embarrassing stories of him taking off in diapers at night.

“This is expensive! You young people show no respect towards others' belongings,” Gaia cursed.

Annabeth took the blue yarn and placed it back on top of the pyramid of other colors.

“Thank you!” Gaia smiled before she focused on finishing the sock.

“You’ve found your fiancé, Perseus. Now go off back to celebrate and let us old people reminisce about the past and talk.” Rhea lazily waved at them whilst Gaia didn’t even look up from her craft.

“We will,” Percy said while getting up and casually dragging Annabeth along. He kissed both Gaia and Rhea on the cheek, Annabeth threw a hasty “See you in the morning!” over her shoulder before the couple left.

“Are you okay?” Percy asked as he pulled Annabeth aside for a small breather.

She nodded. “It’s just a bit overwhelming with the amount of people that either want to take pictures of us, hope I remember when their youngest kid’s birthday is, or they tell me they hope we have our first baby preferably in less than a year.”

Percy blushed. He didn’t think it was that bad, but then again, men are mostly left out of the baby talk until their mother’s saw that their best friend’s children had their first grandbaby. He truly didn’t have any intention of having a child before the age of forty. He had to save a business from his damned uncle, run and manage said business and preferably find a woman he tolerated enough to marry before he could even think of children.

Percy apologized again. “One week,” he promised her.

“One week,” Annabeth repeated and nodded.

“We’re going in, you’ve missed the high of the party with your talk with my yai yai, but that’s perfectly fine. The first have already left, let’s just mingle for ten minutes or so before we can-”

The door flung open. “There they are!” yelled Hermes who was followed by Zephyrus and Hercules.

None of them had any intention of letting the party stop before five in the morning. It was merely two. The minute Hermes had his sights on Annabeth, he knew that he had found his best drinking buddy aside from Dionysus himself. Oh no, Annabeth thought and rightfully so.

The minutes of calmness and rest next to Gaia did their wonders because Percy and she were thrust back into the party at full force. She didn’t exactly remember when the blackout happened, but it was roughly thirty minutes later. She was drinking, she was dancing, she was completely making a fool out of herself. The hair? A mess. Annabeth herself? Don’t even think about it. She had been dancing with Hermes and Patroclus, Aphrodite accidentally stepped on her foot one time when Ares approached her.

Percy broke his own promise and accepted a fourth glass of wine from Dionysus who insisted on it. That glass was his doom. The last droplet touched his tongue and his world turned into a flashy mist, his consciousness was broken into pieces, fragmented and sprinkled across the floor. Where he was, when he was and who he was were things he couldn’t remember. The only thing that popped up in his mind were waves of solid gold. Was it hair? Could hair truly move like that and possess that texture? And a whiff of lemon with a hint of lavender crawled up his nose. It was an odd combination, but it felt safe and like home. He liked this smell. Where did he smell this before?

Percy didn’t care, he had other matters to attend to. The first thing on the docket was finding the bathroom, he had drunk way too much. The house had weird rules in regard to bathrooms. Was it the left side or the right side that the young men could use? Why did his uncle Hades have to break two sinks in a span of a week when he was sixteen again? Why were women and others allowed to do whatever they wanted? His great-grandma and her weird plans were always set to make him fail somehow. Things that she had thought of decades ago still bore fruit today.

Percy stumbled upstairs and turned right and prayed the doors he was opening were empty bathrooms and not relatives making out. That was just what he needed. The first door he opened was of his great-uncle Oceanus and Tethys who had a face mask on her face and pink curlers up her hair. At least the old people still knew how to behave. He hoped his mother had left the party hours ago. He apologized and closed the door. The next one was an empty bedroom, his even maybe. No, his bedroom was on an entirely different floor. Or was it?

The next bedroom was closed off thank god, but from the sounds on the inside it seemed like cousin Eos and her newest catch Orion had some fun. Disgusting, Percy thought before he moved on. The next door was what he was looking for. A bathroom. Lit up, clean and empty. Empty if it wasn’t for this one woman who was clutching the brims of the polished sink. She was tall, the golden hair equaled a rat nest and her red dress seemed to have witnessed a lot.

“Ugh,” she muttered and looked into the mirror. Her eyes found his immediately.

“Percy?” she turned around.

Oh right. He was Percy Jackson, thirty-one, single, hopefully the new CEO of Atlantic INC., he had a fantastic apartment in the Upper East Side with an amazing view and he was in Greece to impress his family with his fake fiancé in order to secure his father’s legacy. His fake fiancé being Annabeth Chase, a woman he loathed, had to pay a little hush money and hoped would leave the company fairly soon after.

“You’re in the men’s restroom,” Percy then stated.

Annabeth looked around. No, it was not the same bathroom she used in the morning. Oh yeah, Gaia’s weird bathroom rules.

“Honestly who cares?” the junior marketing manager complained. “A toilet’s a toilet, no matter who uses it.”

Percy shrugged. Annabeth had a point but it wasn’t their house so they couldn’t dictate the rules.

“I wanted to retouch my makeup, but I didn’t find my makeup bag.” She walked steadily to Percy, but it was clear to both of them that she had her fair amount of shots in her system.

“Yeah, it’s probably in the other bathroom. Wait, let me use the bathroom for a second and then we can head back to our room and you can look for your makeup.”

Annabeth nodded and waited on the outside while Percy was tending his business. After drying his hands, he opened the door and found Annabeth yawning in front of one of his yai yai’s paintings. It showed the scythe from the fireplace.

“In all honesty, your great-grandmother is an amazing woman. I admire her. Showing kindness and strength each day. How old is she?”

“Turning 106 next October,” Percy smiled at her. “She always said she wanted to live long enough to see her favorite descendants find their own happiness, whatever it may be.”

The softness in his voice made Annabeth’s heart ache. She turned her head back to the painting. She was a nobody. She had no family, no traditions she could upkeep. She didn’t even have a steady relationship in the past five years. Fucking Luke Castellan. He also had to take that from her as well. Make her suffer. That’s what Athena, Friedrich and Luke all thought at the same time. And they all had nearly reached their wicked goal if it hadn’t been for her stubbornness and will to eventually blossom into something else. The first step towards that something else resided within her move to California. She wanted to leave everything and everyone behind and start a new life, somewhere where no one knew her.

A thumb brushed over her cheek. Annabeth looked up to Percy. She hadn’t even realized she was sobbing again.

“Whatever it is, it’s going to be okay,” Percy assured her. His hands found her sides, pulling her into a soft hug.

A true fiancé level hug. Annabeth had never felt that comfortable within a man’s reach. Percy might have been an awful and annoying coworker, but he truly cared about his fellow people. The way they slowly rocked and kept hugging each other reminded her of the school dance work they had put on the floor earlier. But this time it was real. This time there was no one taking pictures or yelling into their ears, or the demand to see a kiss.

Annabeth rested her face in his chest and Percy leaned his head on hers. It was like they had been made for each other. A welcoming scent greeted Percy. Lemon and lavender. The person stuck in Percy’s crumbled mind had been Annabeth. She was his anchor in the havoc his relatives had created in such a short time. He took a deeper breath. It felt reassuring.

“Did you just sniff me?” Annabeth laughed as she pulled away from him.

“You do smell good!” he defended himself with a stupid grin on his mouth.

“Oh, wait you’re super drunk,” she giggled again as she saw his widened pupils that had pushed the darkened sea-green iris away.

“Well, look at you,” he retorted.

They looked at each other. Aside from the bumping music and the noises people made downstairs it had been completely silent. He missed her warmth; she missed his comfort. Neither would have guessed that a simple embrace could offer so much. Neither would have thought they would take it to the next step within a split second.

One last look. A last time sea-green and light-gray met before each set of eyes closed and their lips met with a brutal force in the middle. Their teeth clacked but it didn’t matter to them. What mattered now, was the moment. Forgotten was the alcohol, forgotten were the troubles of past, present and future. Forgotten were the friends and relatives in the building and back in New York.

So... what do you think? 😄 Like I said, this is not the entire chapter 🤷🏾‍♀️ I honestly feel bad for cutting the chapter off because it's really getting more interesting from that point on 💁🏾‍♀️ I'll probably continue working on this once I've published the next act of The Fool 🥳

Also Greek people, if something seems off with this (aside from random English at times lol) hit me up, I definitely have to do more research!

[chil2de]

Hii! It's me again, the "teasing mom's broyfriend" anon. I just- you about killed me with that sequel. Hot doesn't even begin to describe it, really 🥵🥵

I have more :))

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Megumi knows. He knows what a slut you are, knows you've been fucking his father behind his and your mom's back. He knows you only got with him to provoque his father. He knows all of that. And yet, he can't let go of you. He won't do his father this favour.

He avoids going to your mom's house with you as best he can, bc he just can't stand the two of you doing this to her, the poor woman doesn't deserve it. He never touches you when you come back from your mom's, bc he just knows you've been with him. There is, however, an exception. The only thing that can make him help you tease his dad is when they fight.

When it happens, Megumi goes visit your mom with you, and whenever she can't see it, he makes it a point to touch you a little more than would be appropriate in front of Toji. The mix of Megumi's hands all over you and Toji's warning glare could probably make you cum right then and there. Once, when your mom was out doing grocery shopping and Toji stayed behind with the two of you, Megs was all to eager to fuck you, make you scream his name, all for Toji's benefit.

Oh, you do so love it when they fight. You know you should hope for peace and harmony between father and son, but you have much more fun when they are at each other's throat.

You wonder what you would have to do to have both of them filling you up at the same time...

ugh okay sorry if this post is just a massive wall of text i had to cut down on spacing because i kept reaching tumblr’s limit on characters, and uh... incase you couldn’t tell, shit’s about to get serious if i wrote this much LOL this probably looks so clunkyyy :(( i apologise but i have like a line left or two? so i’ll compress everything by saying a massive thank you because this would not have been possible without your sexy ass intellect. i was seriouly fucking dying writing this, it might be the first or second piece i’m genuinely proud of and i thank you :) i hope you enjoy it as much as i did writing it

this piece makes sense as a standalone, but works a lot better if you read the previous piece! read my disclaimer here if you’re new <3

w.c: 2.8k / characters: 15k (incl spaces) and a special thank you to my beloved anonie. couldn’t have done it without you ❤️

day and night: two.

your bedroom door shuts with a quiet ring. you can only slump down against it, knees held into your chest. your thighs are still quivering like a poor little lamb.

as you move to type out a text for megumi to not come over, there’s a faint knock at the window. your heart burns, throat clogged and knees weak.

you don’t know if you can get up. hell, you don’t know if you should get up. there’s another few delicate rips against the glass and you manage to stumble over in fear of attracting toji’s attention.

“megumi?!” you mouth his name in alarm, dismay crawling onto your features.

your boyfriend gives you a dead once over, noting your matted hair, smeared mascara and weak posture.

of course he knows.

you can discern it clearly from the way he refuses to meet your gaze.

“can you just let me in?” he whispers, tone flat as his index motions over to the lock of the window.

you don’t know what to do.

after all, you’ve still got toji’s cum flowing inside you from earlier.

you fumble backwards, moving to allow his lanky figure to slip inside. megumi manages to hoist his leg up and over, squeezing inside with ease. he closes the window shut behind him, pulling the curtains.

“m-megumi? what are you doing he-“

he doesn’t have time to waste.

megumi knocks the wind out of your lungs as his cold hands seize the sides of your head, stealing your lips for a kiss. he tugs at your bottom lip, tongue drinking you in for a couple of moments like you’re the last meal he’ll ever eat.

“shit.” he hisses, pulling his face back and screwing his eyebrows in mutiny.

oh, but if you didn’t love the way he looked at you like you were pure filth.

“you taste like him. it’s disgusting.” he spits, wiping his delicate lips with the back of his hand.

he knew, but there was always a part of him that wished you wouldn’t submit yourself to the likes of toji. he just had to see it for himself.

“come on, megumi-chan~ thats no way to talk to your girlfriend, is it?

your mother doesn’t deserve this. megumi doesn’t deserve the heartache, either.

megumi can’t see anything but the spitting image of his father all over your body, licking and fondling all the same crevices that he has. but he can’t get enough of you. he can’t stop, can’t turn away from you. he knows that at the end of the day you're spoon-feeding him phrases he wants to hear.

but you’re so good to him.

your pussy fits him like a glove. your hand intertwines with his perfectly. your head is the perfect size to cuddle onto his chest.

there’s something about you that makes you more addicting than nicotine.

bony and slender fingertips ghost over your thighs. you can’t help the squeak that hiccups from you. megumi raises an eyebrow in scepticism before flipping the hem of your miniskirt up.

he scoffs, slicking his long middle finger against your hot cunt.

“don’t hold it in.” he reprimands you, flashing a grimace as you squabble with him.

“b-but toji-“

“but what? am i not good enough for you?”

you swallow thickly, chanting a small prayer before allowing toji’s cum to drip out of your pussy. you shiver, goosebumps licking your skin when you can feel the warmth of his seed ooze and coat your soft thighs. you can’t avoid the burn of megumi’s regard as he watches the cum slowly flow out of you.

he’ll make you want him.

megumi can’t fully comprehend why you keep running back to his father instead of him, why you choose toji over him. like father like son, it evokes a bubble of magma in the form of competition and jealousy.

he’ll make you beg for him. that’s for sure.

“get on the bed.” he whispers, tone cold and even. there’s no warmth to his voice, even with his usual monotonous tendencies you can tell you struck a nerve. it makes your stomach churn, butterflies swooping in and adorning your vital organs.

like a moth drawn to a flame, as though you have no mind of your own, you step backwards until the back of your knees kiss the metal frame of your bed. megumi towers over you, pushing you backwards as he crawls in between your thighs.

the crisp ring of his zipper sliding down clashes against the room. why should he undress himself properly for the likes of someone like you?

“there’s no point in prepping you. i think you know that.” megumi sighs, relieving his twitching cock from the confines of his painfully tight boxers.

you can feel the avarice swirl in your abdomen, cold fear stilling in your veins at the mere thought that you could get caught by toji at any second. it makes your fingertips tingle and stomach churn. when you wail a needy whimper, megumi only shakes his head before plastering his icy cool hand against your wet lips.

a part of megumi wants to let all hell break loose. if he allows you to moan as you please, it won’t be just toji hearing your cries of ecstasy. knowing your mother, perhaps she’d be a little glad to know that your boyfriend is meeting your needs sufficiently. whereas toji?

it puts him in a predicament. from a bystanders point of view, toji has no right to storm in here and to shriek at megumi for blowing your brains out.

why?

because he’s not your dad.

he’s not a paternal figure in your life. there’s no right for him to say what you can and cannot do. he won’t hold that kind of reign over you like your mother does. and megumi likes that. he relishes the idea of toji being forced to listen to you babble megumi’s name, to mewl and cry for him to hit it deeper whilst he can’t do anything but complain.

it’s not like you haven’t heard your mother with other men plenty of times. it’s only natural, right? hell, she’ll probably gossip with you about it.

a carnal desire glosses over megumi’s steel blue gaze. like a wolf waiting to pounce onto a hare. he can see the way your thighs squeeze, how you gulp before him with those doe eyes of yours. you’re practically purring underneath him. for once, megumi gathers the reasoning to understand why his father finds you so intriguing. there’s nothing better than having your own toy melt and oblige under every command.

your boyfriend’s hand finds its way to your chest, where he rests the palm flat underneath your breasts. he steadies himself, using you as leverage as he guides his dick through the cum stained mess of your cunt. your heart pounds in anticipation, drool coating the back of your tongue as your pussy throbs around him. he manages to fit his tip in, dragging the enlarged and sensitive muscle against your walls. your ankles flutter around megumi’s waist, lower body strength trembling as you attempt to pull him in further.

“m-megs- please..”

“what?” he screws his eyebrows, staring you down. you can’t find the words in you to plead for him.

“what the hell? why act all coy now?“

“that’s not how we do things around here, is it? so spit it out. i won’t get what you’re trying to say otherwise.”

megumi slips his dick out, grinding against your clit as his torso flushes against yours. he pulls you in for a quick kiss, enough to relinquish his appetite, but not enough to taste the filth that corrupts your sweet and innocent lips.

“those cute little whines of yours won’t help you, either.” his breath flickers against your skin, sticky tongue licking trails as he works to mark up your neck. you can feel the tears prick your eyes already. you’re suddenly hyper aware of your heartbeat pounding in your ears, how it throbs against your cunt and the droplets of perspiration trickling along your skin. you can feel megumi’s pulse heavy against your clit, the way his dick twitches as he smears the tip through the folds of your slick. it’s slowly driving him insane. but that’s okay. even through the static that bounces around in his skull- he knows that you hate it more.

after all, your boyfriend knows best.

your fingernails soar around to megumi’s back. you want to scratch him, but you can’t access his toned skin through the layers of his jacket. instead, you’re left fumbling and scrunching the fabric like a feline with an insatiable desire to itch its claws.

“megumi- please, it’s too much-“ you huff through laboured breaths, peering up at him through tear stained eyelashes.

it’s almost enough to make him melt. almost.

“what is?”

“this?”

he shifts himself back up, grabbing his dick and slipping only the tip in once more. he allows you a few centimetres extra before dipping back out and repeating the process again. megumi’s gaze locks with yours, as though he’s asking ‘is this what you want?’

“s-stop teasing me.. just put it in alreadyy~” you choke out a groan of frustration, ready to slam your hips down onto the full length of his shaft.

“why should i?”

“megumi, i swear to god- if you don’t fuck me right now-“

“-or what? you’ll go to my dad? good luck, when you couldn’t even fulfill your duties as being his toy.”

so fucking humiliating.

the way megumi instantly stands up and proceeds to stuff his still hard and leaking dick back into his boxers.

he’ll deal with it later.

you’re left stuttering, unable to form any coherent words, thoughts or insults to spew back at him. legs wide open, cunt empty and glistening in the blue tint of the moonlight.

he leans over, swiping some of your excess drool with his thumb before dipping it into your mouth. he half expects you to lick at his thumb, convince him to stay a little longer, but his skin sits in your mouth like a forgotten thermometer for a couple of seconds.

“if only you could see your face right now.” he hums, tone flat with a certain mockery.

sometimes, as the days pass, you can notice his resemblance growing closer and closer to toji.

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the following day

you haven’t left the quarters of your room for the entire day. you’re stuck in bed, face mushed into the confines of your pillow. you’ve always held high regards of the fact that your libido isn’t necessarily extremely high, but when you’re promised dick just to be neglected of it? shit feels like you’re in heat. you can’t go to toji, because you’re mother’s home. not only that, but he’d be sure to teach you one of his lessons. you’re already shivering thinking of the conversation with him, how you’d even try to dig out of that hole you were already so deep in.

you can’t call megumi either… at least not for now. you sigh wistfully into the pillow, kicking your legs about on your bed as you hiss a groan of turmoil.

there’s a sudden knock at the door that snaps you out of your haze. it leaves you pumped, blood coursing through your veins and you shoot up like an attentive little puppy about to be taken for a walk.

“it’s open!” you clear your throat, humming.

the disappointment rocks your features so clearly that it’s embarrassing. it’s just your mother.

“you okay? thought you died in here, baby. lunch is ready, and your lovely megumi-kun came to say hello.”

what?

“megumi? that’s nice. did he leave a message or anything? like he just dropped by to say hello or-“

“hm? oh, no. he’s having lunch with us.”

“is everything okay, dear?”

“yeah! yeah, i’m good. sorry, i spaced out a little bit. small headache, that’s all. i’ll change clothes and i’ll come out to eat.” you dismiss your mother, keeping in the hyperventilation you’re about to undergo. she gives you a small glance of concern before returning to the dining room to serve her guests.

“(y/n)! we were just talking about you!” your mother hums, gifting you a smile of warmth and radiance as she pours drinks into some cups.

you can feel toji’s mocking stare dig holes into your skin.

you can fucking feel it.

you can imagine him saying it.

“slut.”

at the six chaired table, you scurry to sit the furthest away from megumi and toji. your mother shoots you a sideways glance, motioning for the seat between toji and megumi. you swallow thickly, awkwardly striding over to take a seat.

your knee accidentally knocks into toji’s and you instantly utter an apology.

“you should be.” he mutters underneath his breath, disguising the words as a sigh.

“so? you said you were talking about me?” you straighten yourself, perking up a semblance of cheerfulness and perfect innocence.

“oh, right! toji was just telling me how stuffed you were yesterday!”

your lids flicker in shock and you abruptly stare at toji, whose half lidded jade green eyes slowly land on yours before locking to meet your attention for a few seconds.

“sorry, what?” you stutter, finding it difficult to believe the situation.

“you know, the food? are you sure you’re alright, honey? you’ve been acting strange since this morning.”

“i’m fine, i swear. just some painkillers would be nice.”

when your mother turns around to rummage for some painkillers, she emits a squeak of alarm at the lack of them.

please. you’ll do anything to get out of this predicament.

“are we out? i can go grab some-“

“-no, that’s okay. i’ll head out. i need to grab a few extra things for dinner anyway. you three, make nice with each other!”

sure.

when the door shuts, you realise you’re out of options.

you can’t run away.

“so, megumi. how’s eating up after my leftovers feel?”

“leftovers? because one woman wasn’t enough for you?” megumi scoffs, averting his gaze.

“it’s not my problem that your woman came running to me. doesn’t that say something about you?”

“like what?”

“like, you can’t fuck her properly?”

“i can’t fuck her properly? but you’re telling her to keep your cum inside her? don’t you care what’ll happen if she gets pregnant?”

“see, megumi. she’s on birth control. you didn’t know that? and besides, if i didn’t know any better-“

toji finally allows you his undivided attention, staring right through to your soul.

“-i’d think your little girlfriend here likes walking around with my cum inside her.”

you’d be able to run a butter knife through the tension hanging in the air. the room holds its breath, and as do you in compliment of trying not to set things off into a piping hot mess.

“isn’t that right-“

“-princess?”

your fight or flight response kicks in at the malicious tone that coats toji’s tongue. you swallow thickly, throat parched and lips cracked.

but fuck.

if it isn’t the most arousing thing- the two of them squabbling over you.

toji screws his face at you, features lighting in a mix of awe and delight.

“really? you’re seriously enjoying this?” toji hums with mockery, eyebrows perking at your unusual behaviour. he can smell the sweet nectar of your arousal slicking against your underwear.

you abruptly stand up, ready to leave.

megumi’s hand curls around your wrist. he slings your hand behind your back, slamming you over the table. some silverware and plates clatter and dash against the hardwood floor.

“answer the question, (y/n).” he hisses.

you whimper a soft whine. there’s no way you’re answering that.

“get your fucking hands off of her.” toji barks, kicking his chair back.

“try me.”

something washes over you. a premonition, say. that if you don’t speak up, someone will end up seriously injured.

“i can’t choose between you two. i just can’t. so i think it’s the best option if we just stop this completely.” you sigh, prying megumi off of you. his stance relaxes and you wince at the pain in your spine. you rub your wrists in slight agony, refusing to meet either of their gazes.

“it’s been fun, but i think it’s time to draw the line-“

“no.” toji remarks offhandedly.

“huh?” you contort your face in offence. there’s something thick on megumi’s face, too. it almost looks like determination?

“i said no.” toji reiterates, taking a stride towards you.

his index and thumb caress your chin, tilting your jaw up to look at him.

“i don’t care how long it takes. whether it’s me or him-“

“-i’m making you choose.”