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rcvcgers · 3 months ago

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Batter Up!

18+ MINORS DNI

pairing: xavier x reader

synopsis: xavier shen is a college baseball star. when he loses a championship game & notices an opposing player make a move on his girlfriend, well, he needs to let out his frustration the only way he knows how.

word count: 6.5k words

content warnings: it gets smutty! oral (m receiving), fingering, poor reader's puss gets slapped, spanking, reader's hands get tied, batting gloves as a gag, unprotected p in v sex (PLEASE WRAP IT UP FOR THE LOVE OF GOD), cream pie, they almost get caught, xavier's lowkey a lil mean in this, semi-public sex lmk if i missed anything

author's note: hi! wow! so this is a thing i wrote! first time i'm posting a smut one shot so ......... go easy on me! i hope y'all enjoy !

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The bases are loaded. Xavier Shen is up to bat. He stands off to the side, tightening his white baseball gloves. The crowd erupts into cheers when the stadium plays his walk up song, one that he chose specifically for you.

“Ladies and gentleman, we are in the bottom of the ninth inning! With two outs on the board and down by one run, how will the Philos Phantoms catch up?” the announcer’s voice booms throughout the stadium.

“Through Lumiere, of course!” the co-announcer proclaims. The stadium goes crazy. People chant his nickname from the crowd, everyone now standing from their seats.

Xavier casually walks up to the home plate. His metal bat, which is white in color with streaks of shimmering silvers and golds, swings around in the air. The tall baseball player nods his head at the umpire, ignoring the catcher’s ugly glare.

Xavier fixes his helmet on his head, pushing away the silver locks underneath the hardened plastic. He settles into the batter’s box, giving his sword a swing or two, hitting it against his dirtied cleats.

His blue eyes cut through the environment, scanning the crowd for you.

You stand behind his team’s dugout, always the closest seat to him with the best view of when he comes back to the dugout. Whenever he comes back from scoring a home run or striking out, you always smile and wave, blowing him an encouraging kiss.

Right now, though, you stand with your hands folded as if you are praying, eyes fixated on him. He smiles at you, a sense of warm flooding your bodies. His nerves slightly calm down. You take a deep breath, Xavier miming your actions, and remove your hands from your mouth.

Earlier in the day, Xavier kept you trapped in bed. He laid his head on your stomach, pressing gentle kisses to your skin. You ran your fingers through his silver hair and hummed along with the tune of a song.

“Are you nervous?” you ask him, gently pushing the hair off of his forehead. His blue eyes meet yours. Xavier shakes his head and buries his face back into your stomach, his nose pushing into your body. “It’s okay to be nervous.”

“I’m not,” his breath is hot against your skin and his voice is muffled. You roll your eyes and laugh. His head immediately pokes up, the man now sitting up on his knees. “Why are you laughing?”

“Because you’re cute! That’s all,” you giggle some more.

Xavier lets out a ‘hmph’ and slowly lowers himself back down on top of your body. This time, he places his head on your chest, his ear right over your heart. He silently listens to your heartbeat. Each and every beat is like a melody that makes him feel whole again. You smooth his hair and sigh, lifting his head so he looks at you.

“It’s just like any other game, baby,” you coo and cup his cheek. He leans his cheek into your touch, “treat it as such. You’re going to do great.”

Your words ring true in his ears, his heartbeat finally slowing.

“You got this,” you mouth to him, “I love you!”

Xavier nods with a smile. Turning away from you, he settles into the batter’s box, fists tightly grasping his baseball bat. Xavier closes his eyes, the bat settling on his shoulder.

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, hold, breathe out.

The man opens his eyes. He drowns out the crowd’s chants and cheers, his eyes focusing on the pitcher in front of him.

The pitcher winds up. He lifts his knee into the air, arm slowly swinging back before he launches the small white ball forward.

Xavier’s cleats nestle into the dirt, the spikes on the bottom of his shoes gripping into the red earth below him. His cheeks puff up as he releases a breath, his hands squeezing the small cylinder of the handle. He swings his arms from one side to the other. His metal bat slices through the air. The baseball connects with the center of the barrel; the metal bat dents in the process.

CRACK!

The baseball soars into the night sky. Xavier immediately drops the bat, his blue eyes never leaving the white dot, and begins to jog towards first base.

The crowd sucks in a breath. A low vibration fills the inside of the stadium, a slight rumble overtaking the crowd as the ball grows closer and closer to the edge of the fence.

Xavier is halfway to first base when the ball begins to descend in the air. The ball’s trajectory is like an optical illusion, teetering on being a home run or being caught by the outfielder chasing it. The baseball drops. It’s like it hit a wall and is now plummeting towards the outfielder.

Your heart drops in your chest. Xavier’s run slows, blue eyes tracking the ball before it is caught in the player’s glove. His foot connects with first base. He comes to a full stop and turns to look at you. Your eyes gloss over, hands covering the lower half of your face as the opposing team’s fans jump from all around the stadium.

“Xavier,” you breathe his name out as if he is able to hear it. A silent plea and comfort that it is going to be okay, that this year’s championship simply wasn’t meant to be.

He turns away from you, shame and embarrassment filling his body. His helmet slips off his head, running his gloved hand through his silver locks. Xavier slowly walks through the field, which is being flooded with reporters and parents. Girlfriends of the winning players brush past him with their arms wide open, a celebration that he was supposed to be having with you at this time.

Your eyes follow Xavier’s body. He doesn’t even look at you as he vanishes under the dugout’s ceiling. A slow, long sigh leaves your body. You sit back down in your chair, wiping away bittersweet tears from your boyfriend’s loss.

You cannot even imagine how much pain and anguish Xavier must feel right now. Sure, the Philos Phantoms have won the championship for the past three years so a loss was inevitable, but the sting doesn’t hurt any less.

Your heart aches for Xavier. Its pumps are slow, longing for him to be in your arms so you can console him, to hold him in your arms so he can fall asleep knowing that this one loss will not define who he is or the kind of player he is.

The stadium slowly seeps out its crowd. It is now an empty arena with only a few stragglers left behind. You have remained in your seat, unable to move until you see his head of hair exit the dugout. You smile at familiar faces; parents and friends of Xavier’s teammates comfort you before they leave on their own, an uncomfortable silence hanging in the air.

You sigh and stand up, grabbing your purse. Without thinking, you make your way down the steps and towards the entrance that leads to the field. The metal fence, once a place that you and Xavier have celebrated many victories at, feels solemn now. Melancholic.

“Hey,” Xavier’s voice soothes your body. You frown at him, slowly pushing through the gate. “I’m sorry if I—”

You immediately pull Xavier into your arms. His head drop, chin resting on your shoulder as your fingers slide into his hair. He lets out a tired sigh and places his hands on your hips. He squeezes your body and pulls you closer to him, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“You played great today, baby,” you coo into his ear. You gently rub circles into the number on his back. He shakes his head refuting your claim. “You did, Xavier. You played your heart out! I am so proud of you!”

Xavier pulls his head away from your neck. His eyes are red, irritated from holding back tears. You cup his cheek and sigh, the pad of your thumb grazing against his cheekbone.

“It’ll be okay,” you try your best to soothe his nerves, flattering out the wrinkles of his uniform and flicking away any leftover specks of dirt. Xavier nods, a small yet tired smile spreading across his face.

“Can you wait for me out here? I need to grab my things,” Xavier’s voice is soft and gentle. He squeezes your sides. You nod at him, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips.

“Take as long as you need to, baby, I will be here for you no matter what happens,” you respond, slowly allowing him to pull away from your body. You nod your head in the direction of the dugout, watching as he slowly sulks away and disappears once again.

A sigh leaves your mouth. You turn to face the field, always stunned by just how big of a playing field Xavier has been playing on. Even though his last hit of his collegiate career was an out, the amount of distance the ball went from his swing alone is nothing short of impressive.

Xavier took you to the college’s batting cages one time. You mentioned how you always wanted to learn how to hit after being to so many of his games and practices. He was more than happy to show you. He even let you use his bat, his hands on top of yours while he moves your body through the motions of a swing.

The memory still makes you giggle like the eighteen year old girl you once were. You’re now a senior in college, ready to graduate and take on the world with Xavier at your side. A small blush creeps up on your lips, a pool of heat gathering between your legs as the rest of the memory plays out in your head.

Xavier’s hands leave yours, placing themselves on your hips. He brings your body next to his. His hardened cock nestles into your ass, making itself at home through your thin clothes. You feel his calloused hands slide down your sides, leaning into you as you keep his baseball bat held up in the air.

“You’re perfect,” Xavier whispers into your ear. It sends chills down your spine. You turn to look at him, the bat wavering in your hands. “You are the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Xavier,” just you breathing out his name was enough of a push for him.

Xavier closes the distance, his lips crashing onto yours. The metal bat falls to the floor with a series of clangs. His breath intertwines with yours, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip, silently asking permission to go further. You nod and turn in his arms.

Xavier’s hunger and passion for you takes over his body. He picks you up with ease. His tongue slips into your mouth, the baseball player pressing you up against the wall.

You shudder at the thought, pressing your thighs together while your eyes are closed. Reaching up, you touch your lips and smile. You love Xavier so much. You would do anything for him.

“Hey, pretty lady,” an unfamiliar male voice takes you out of your thoughts. Chills run down your spine, the heat you once felt before immediately diminishing. You turn around and stare at a baseball player who was on the opposing team. His Skyhaven uniform makes you want to rip your hair out, hating how Xavier lost to a bunch of fucking losers. “Can I get your number?”

“Excuse me?” you ask, holding back a shocked laugh.

“Your number. I want it…please,” the player slowly inches his way closer to you. You take a step back and hug your arms around your chest, turning away from him.

The player doesn’t back off, though, and instead circles around you. He settles into the spot in front of you and clears his throat, hands on his hips.

“Leave me alone,” you groan with an eye roll. You avoid his beady eyes and look at the dark clouds in the sky, admiring the stars, quietly making a mental note to have Xavier look at them when he comes out.

“I can’t do that, sorry,” the player laughs, “not until I get you out of those colors and into mine.”

You raise an eyebrow and look down at your shirt. It’s Xavier’s away game jersey. The gray fabric is accented by a light blue color, his last name spread across your shoulder blades. It’s big on you, seeing how your boyfriend is an absolute beefcake, but you wear it as if his last name is your own.

And let’s be real…it practically is.

“I don’t think so,” you shake your head. You take a step backwards, hugging Xavier’s jersey closer to your body, “I’m sorry.”

“There’s no need to be sorry. Just give me a chance!” the player continues to plead his case to you.

You shake your head and close your eyes, stepping backwards. One step follows another and the closer you get to Xavier’s dugout. The man persists while you remain an adamant no, trying to keep the distance between you two.

You gasp. Your back connects with something hard yet warm, something familiar. You open your eyes and notice a yellow star charm that hangs from the knob of a baseball bat. With one quick glance over your shoulder, you see Xavier’s darkened expression, his once bright blue eyes now shadowed from jealousy.

His arm is outstretched over your shoulder, baseball bat in hand. The end of the metal bat is pressed against the opposing player’s chest. Xavier gives him a push and the gold star charm bounces back and forth.

“Get lost,” Xavier growls. The heat that you once felt between your legs forms once again. You lean into Xavier’s chest, feeling his free hand wrap around your body, resting itself over your jean shorts’ zipper. The tips of his fingers graze against the metal, teasing it and you at the same time.

“Alright, man, chill out,” the player rolls his eyes, holding his hands in the air, “I’ll be nice and not let you lose twice today.” He turns on his heel and heads for the gate where his friends wait for him, laughing and pointing at his poor attempt to get your number.

Something inside Xavier’s head snaps. He glares at his opponent, fire and bloodlust hidden behind his eyes. His lips twitch, a sudden wave of possessiveness and dominance crashing over him.

You turn in Xavier’s arm, his hand now resting on your ass. He’s out of his uniform and wears his tight training shirt and a pair of joggers. You press your hands against his chest, leaving in. The material of his shirt is so thin that you can feel his muscles flexing and then relaxing under your touch. His dark blue eyes focus on you right as the other man leaves his sight. He moves his hand around in circles, caressing your obnoxiously short jean shorts.

“Xavier,” you breathe out, anticipation budding from within you.

Xavier has always been so jealous, even when you deny the person who tries to ask you out. He knows that you are forever his, something that he wishes to make permanent soon, and that you will never leave him for anybody else.

“Come,” Xavier’s voice is sharp. His hand moves from your ass to your wrist, tightly squeezing it.

Without another word, he pulls you towards the dugout. You stumble from behind, unable to keep up with his lightning fast pace. Dirt and dust kick up from your combined steps. Xavier drops down the steps, quickly turning before you can step down.

He quickly grabs you in his arms, tossing you over his shoulder with ease. You gasp. With one arm wrapped around the back of your legs, keeping you in place. His other hand slides up and down the back of your thighs, moving up to your ass, his open palm sending shocks directly to your core.

Xavier carries you inside the empty locker room. A few lights remain on while the others are shut off, a few straggling people who stayed behind too distracted to notice Xavier carry you inside. He closes the door to the locker room behind him, a low grunt leaving his throat.

Xavier’s hand leaves your body, his warmth now leaving your body feeling ice cold. You begin to whine but instead squeal when Xavier’s hand roughly connects with your ass. He sits down at the bench in front of his locker, adjusting you so you’re leaned over his lap.

“Hands,” Xavier’s voice is low. You nod, body trembling from anticipation. Slowly, you move your hands behind your back. They are immediately brought together, Xavier’s hand moving quick as light as he fastens his belt around your wrists.

“X-Xav,” you shudder. Your panties are already soaked, his fingers gliding up and down your clothed entrance. “What if someone finds us?”

“Then they’ll know,” he slaps your ass again, the sound echoing inside the locker room, “that you’re mine.”

Your body trembles against his. His movements are so sure, determined in each and every move. He takes his time with you, feeling the now damp fabric that shields your entrance. You can barely nod, arousal overtaking your body. His dick hardens beneath you, your squirming around making him feel restless, unable to control himself.

“Say it,” Xavier leans down and growls into your ear. He brings his hand down once again, the stinging feeling seeping into your skin.

“I-I’m yours!” you gasp when his hand connects with your backside again, unable to stile the moan that leaves your mouth.

The palm of Xavier’s hand is calloused from years of playing baseball. His slender fingers graze the back of your thigh and they leave goosebumps in their path. You close your eyes. You shudder beneath his touch, holding in a breath, waiting for his next spank.

But it doesn’t come.

Xavier’s fingers draw back up your legs, dipping between your thighs and behind the fabric of your soaked shorts. The light blue color is damp and it’s a sight for sore eyes. His fingertips slide up and down your clothed entrance, quiet whimpers leaving your mouth.

“Xav…baby please…” you breathe out, fighting against his belt, desperately wanting to touch and tease him as much as he is doing to you.

A gasp flies from your lips. Xavier brings you up and places you on your feet in front of him, hands still tied behind your back. He remains seated, his last name and jersey number painted into the wood of the locker. You clench your legs together. Xavier shakes his head and he taps your ankle with his foot. Knowing exactly what he wants, you spread your feet apart, legs already shaking from anticipation, watching as he removes his shirt from his body.

You salivate at the sight of his chiseled abs and toned body. His chest rises and falls with precise breaths, controlling his building lust towards you.

Xavier leans forward. He places his hand on the side of your thigh. He gently caresses your skin, being gentle as he takes his time with you. His blue eyes look up at you, connecting with a fiery gaze as his finger hooks into one of the loops on your shorts, pulling you closer to him. He hums to himself and tugs your shorts down your legs with ease. You kick them to the side and shudder when his fingers connect with the damp spot on your panties.

“I’ve had a long day today,” Xavier licks his lips. He presses into your clothed core, teasing you as your wetness coats his fingertips. You let out quiet whiners and bite your lip, trying to be as quiet as possible so nobody comes and finds you. “On your knees.”

You gulp and nod, immediately obeying his command. You kneel before him, trying to fight against the tight knot of his belt, and watch as he pushes down his gray joggers and boxers. His cock springs out, his tip already leaking and aching for you. You salivate at the sight. He kicks away the fabric and spreads his legs open.

His cock is big in his hand. He slowly strokes himself and you inch closer to him, a fire burning between your legs, trying so hard not to squeeze them together to give yourself some friction to make you feel good. Xavier reaches out and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you towards his aching cock.

He removes his hand from his length and lets out a groan while he watches you take in every inch of his dick. The tip of his cock presses the back of your throat and your nose touches his body. You look up at him with teary eyes. He slowly draws your head back, air finally returning to your lungs, before moving your head right back down his length.

Your tongue massages the underside of his dick. Your saliva spreads across his skin, your mouth feeling empty as you pull your head back. Xavier groans and his grip on your hair tightens. Your tongue swirls over his throbbing tip, sucking on it before he slams your head back down onto him.

You begin to hum and the vibrations make Xavier lose his grip on your head. He rolls his head back and the room is filled with his breathy groans and grunts. You bob your head back and forth, taking your time with Xavier, making sure to lick and suck his sensitive tip before taking the entirety of his cock back into your mouth and throat. Your tongue memorizes the veins, sucking in when his tip is left in your mouth. You quicken your pace, wrists tugging against his leather belt, and look up at him with big doe eyes, knowing that it’ll drive him crazy.

“Just like that baby,” his sweet praises fill the room. He looks down you, his cheeks a light pink color. A knot begins to form in his stomach, his release imminent. He grabs the back of your head, fingers gripping your hair. He pulls his dick out of your mouth with a pop and you’re left kneeling before him, breathless, ready for more.

Xavier helps you up and is quick to pull your panties off of your body. He tosses them into his locker where his backpack sits and turns you around. You sit on his lap, your legs sat between his, feeling his cock slide across your entrance, making himself at home.

Just not inside you.

Xavier reaches around your waist, hand dropping to your clit. He begins to rub slow and demanding circles into your clit. You moan and roll your head back, feeling Xavier attach his lips to the side of your neck. He bites down against your skin and unapologetically sucks, leaving dark purple and red marks in his wake.

You squirm on his lap and roll your hips back and forth, your entrance gliding back and forth along the length of his cock. Xavier grunts against your skin, hissing whenever you slide over his tip.

“Look at the door,” his voice is low and gravelly in your ear. You nod and open your eyes, hips jerking against his touch as his fingers grind into your clit. “You’re going to have to be a good girl for me and be quiet, okay?”

Xavier pushes your legs open, placing your heels on the sides of the bench. You fully lean into him, your pretty pussy now exposed to the room. He slips two fingers inside of you, curling them when they’re deep inside. You involuntarily clench around him, a sigh of ecstasy leaving your lips.

Without wasting another second, Xavier pumps his fingers in and out of you at a fast pace. Your mouth opens into an ‘o’ shape and no sounds come out of your mouth. His fingers hit all of the right spots. You whine when his fingers leave your core but are immediately overtaken by a surge of bliss when he begins to ruthlessly rub your clit. You moan his name and roll your hips back and forth, earning grunts from him as your ass slides back and forth over his cock.

Warm sensations take over your body. You hum and moan, slipping into a state of blossoming ecstasy. Xavier’s fingers feel so goos inside of you. Your hips roll to meet the heel of his hand, needy and desperate for more.

“Stay still,” he demands in your ear, sticking his fingers back inside of you. You gasp and a loud, breathy moan flees your mouth. Xavier bites down on your neck, marking the exposed skin while you squirm on his lap.

Your hips jerk against his touch, begging for more, but his fingers slip out of you. You whine, opening your mouth to complain when he shoves his fingers inside of your mouth. You taste your juices on his fingers, swirling your tongue around, lapping up every last bit while Xavier adjusts your body.

“I told you to stay still,” he growls into your ear.

You clench around nothing, your swollen clit aching against the cold air. Xavier removes his fingers from your mouth. His hand drops to your pussy, giving it a slap as punishment. You swallow a shriek, the sound getting trapped in your throat. You’re breathless, cheeks a bright pink color as rationality comes back into your mind for a split second.

He lines himself with your entrance and lowers you onto him. You take his cock so well, the stretch making you gasp and lean backwards and into his chest, head rolling onto his shoulder. He captures your lips in a fiery kiss. You moan into his mouth, feeling his tongue swipe over your bottom lip before pushing inside.

Your lips break when his fingers dig into your hips, slowly rising your body before pulling you back down onto him. His cock feels so good inside of your cunt. He fills you up perfectly, making sure to touch every crevice inside you. You bite your lip, trembling as you take over the responsibility of riding him.

His hands leave your waist and move to the buttons of his jersey. He unbuttons them one by one, revealing your covered chest to the room. Your heart skips a beat, the fear of being caught becoming more and more real by the second. He gropes your chest, the sound of your quiet moans and your bodies colliding filling in the room. He pushes your bra down your body. Your nipples immediately pebble against the cool AC, his thumbs pinching the sweet buds, rolling them between his thumb and index fingers.

Your tied up hands remain at the low of your back. You flex your fingers as your brain slowly becomes fried, the heat in your stomach now burning. Xavier leaves open mouthed kisses along your neck. He stares at his last name on the back of his jersey, groaning at the sight. An intensity forms inside his head, something snapping. He removes his hands from your breasts and plants them on your hips, lifting you off of him.

“X-Xav, please!” you whine, feeling so empty without him buried deep inside you. He turns you around and licks his lips, sitting back as far as he can while lowering you on his lap once again. Your knees sit on either side of his legs. Slowly, you sink onto his length with ease, the feeling of being stuffed making you happy.

“You’re mine,” his eyes latch onto yours, “no one else’s.”

You nod and lick your lips. His hands remain on your waist, slowly raising you up before you come crashing down on him. Xavier leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate and sloppy kiss. Your breaths and moans mingle together as you begin to bounce up and down on his lap.

The tip of his cock hits your sweet spot perfectly. Xavier’s lips leave yours, trailing kisses down your neck before making his way to your breasts. They’re oh so perfect to him, the way they bounce so beautifully. He takes one of his nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting on your flesh. The combination of his dick and mouth makes you see stars.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” Xavier’s breath is hot against your sensitive nipple, making you cry out from pure pleasure.

Your cunt clenches around him, legs feeling tired as you continue your movements. You roll your head back, staring at the ceiling as the knot in your stomach feels like it is about to snap. He drags his tongue around your hardened nipple, looking up at you with a smirk as you slowly begin to fall apart on him.

One of Xavier’s hands move to your shoulders and fixes his jersey, making sure that is someone comes inside, they see his last name on your body, not theirs.

Your legs tremble, your body begging for a release. You try your best to stay quiet, your hushed curse words falling into Xavier’s ear. His hand snakes around to your back where your tied hands sit. With a few tugs, the belt falls to the ground. Your hands immediately attach to his shoulders, toned muscles flexing under your touch.

“Please, Xav, I-I’m so close,” you push the words out of your mouth, nails digging into Xavier’s skin. Your hands drop to his back. Your fingernails scrape his skin, leaving bright red lines down his back. He hisses and smacks your ass, making you cry out his name once again.

“Cum for me, love,” he grunts.

The blistering heat in your lower stomach bursts, overtaking your body as you cry out his name. Your head falls onto his shoulder, your moans and cries being absorbed into his skin. As you slow, Xavier pushes his hips up into yours. His movement is jerky, desperate to meet you in pure bliss. After a few more upward thrusts, Xavier coming right inside that pretty cunt of yours.

You take a deep breath, trying to regain some of your composure, and fully sink onto him, body limp as you lean into him. Thinking that your time with him is over, you lazily press kisses onto his neck and skin, praising him while he pumps you full of his semen.

Xavier lifts you off of him, his cock covered in your combined juices. You whine, allowing him to pick up your body with ease. You feel his cum drip out of your cunt, slowly rolling down the inside of your thighs.

He stands you on your feet, hands clasped around your wrists. He places your hands on the borders of his locker, your legs twitching as his semi-hard shaft grazes against the crevice of your ass. You draw in a breath, staring at the taped pictures of the two of you on the inside of his open locker.

You lean forward, knees pressed against the wooden bench that runs along the perimeter of the room. Xavier strokes his cock, staring at his name on your back. A smirk spreads across his lips. He closes the distance and opens your legs for him, dragging his swollen head across your puffy lips. He groans, dipping inside of your cunt. You let out a guttural moan, feeling the stretching sensations, Xavier’s dick finding places it hasn’t before.

“Gonna make for sure you get every last drop,” Xavier whispers into your ear, sending chills straight to your pussy, “gonna fuck it back into you.”

His thrusts are slow yet agonizingly deep. He pushes up his jersey so he can see your ass, dragging his calloused hands across the gentle and soft skin. He slaps it and you cry out, louder than you intended it to be. You freeze while he slams his hips into you, hitting your sweet spot.

“What did I say about being quiet? Hm?” Xavier’s tone is sharp.

He snaps his fingers at you, pointing to his batting gloves, a pair that you bought for him, that sit just on the inside of his backpack. You reach down, plucking them from their place and hand it to your boyfriend. He thrusts into you again. Tingling sensations overtake your skin and the inside of your body. He takes the gloves and balls them up, shoving them in your mouth as a makeshift gag.

You can taste remnants of the dirt from the field, the leftover sweat from the championship game. Your moans and whines are muffled by the fabric. Xavier’s hands move back to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin. His touch is hard, dominating. You’ll probably have a few bruises there by the time you’re done.

“Be. Quiet,” Xavier demands. You nod, feeling him pick up the pace behind you.

He takes his time with you, though, keeping a steady pace despite him absolutely railing his cock into your cunt. Tears fill your eyes, a bit overstimulated since you just orgasmed a few moments ago. He slaps your ass and drags his hands up and down your body before his hand finds itself on your clit, teasing it.

Just outside the door, one of the facilities’ managers walks down the hall, clipboard in hand as he checks off his list. The sound of a slap catches his attention. He inches towards the locker room, one eyebrow raised as he cracks the door open.

“Hello?” he calls into the room.

You freeze. Your eyes shoot open and you stare at Xavier’s backpack, all sounds going silent. Xavier continues, though, and slows his pace. Each thrust dominates you, making your legs tremble as he pushes you closer and closer to another orgasm. A particularly loud moan escapes your mouth, escaping the confines of his batting gloves. Xavier glares at you, pinching your nipple, your back arching into his touch.

“Yeah?” Xavier calls out, his eyes remaining on your back. He traces a line along your spine, teasing you.

“Xavier? That you?” The door pushes open. Your cunt squeezes Xavier’s shaft, causing him to groan. “Is everything okay in there?”

“Yeah! Just getting changed. I think my girlfriend purposefully packed me small clothes. Everything is so tight,” his blue eyes burn into the back of your head. He reaches out and gathers your hair into his hand, yanking your head back, eyes meeting. Your eyes are glossy, tears ready to fall from embarrassment and arousal.

“Ah! Take your time then! We do need to close soon, though!” The door clicks shut and the two of you are free again.

Xavier tugs on your hair, back arching as you cry into his batting gloves. His thrusts quicken, becoming erratic as he pounds into you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, black spots taking over your vision. Xavier doesn’t let up. He continues, slamming his cock in and out of you, fully taking himself out just to slam into you once again. His touch is ruthless against your clit, feverishly rubbing it, giving it a slap here and there whenever you get too loud.

The sounds of him ramming into you bounce off of the walls. His gloves remain stuck in your mouth, biting into the fabric as the knot in your stomach tightens, ready to snap at any moment. Your cunt throbs in tiny spasms, ready to milk Xavier dry.

“You gonna cum for me, baby? You think you deserve it after being so loud?” Xavier grunts into your ear. He lets go of your hair and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. You nod feverishly. He takes the gloves out of your mouth, letting them fall to the ground. “You wanna be loud? Do you want everyone to hear how desperate you are? Or do you wanna fucking cum?”

“Cum!” you fumble over the word, listening as it comes out as a shuddered breath.

“Be a good girl and cum for me then,” his hand drops to your neck, fingers curling around your throat. He squeezes it, a silent threat that he’ll keep you here all night if he has to. You nod, closing your eyes as waves of pleasure crash throughout your body.

You come undone. Your second orgasm is just as riveting as the first, leaving your legs a trembling and shaking mess, ready to collapse at any given moment. You swallow your cries and quietly moan out Xavier’s name. He lazily kisses the back of your neck, his high quickly following yours.

He thrusts come to a slow, helping the two of you come down from a shared orgasm. You swallow leftover spit in your mouth, head falling, fingers holding onto the sides of his locker for dear life. His cum spills into your cunt, filling you up even more than before. It spills out through the think barrier between his cock and your pussy, dripping down your legs.

Xavier pulls out of you, grabbing one of his practice tees that hang inside the large locker, wiping the sticky and slick residue off of his length. He stares at you, watching as your arms lazily fall to your sides, weighing more than they usually do. You spin around and Xavier is right behind you.

You can feel his semen drip down your legs. The man chuckles to himself, reaching down as he pushes his cum back inside you with a few simple pushes. He reaches to the side, grabbing your panties, and helps you step into them, sliding them up your legs with ease. He kisses your cheek and whispers into your ear, “that’s for being loud.”

Xavier steps back and helps move your bra back up your body, buttoning the jersey back up. He gives you his joggers, the material baggy around your hips. It kills him to not be able to take you again. You sit on the bench and watch as he changes back into his shirt, slipping on a pair of baggy gym shorts he wears for conditioning.

The man gathers his belongings, slipping his baseball bat into its sleeve before extending his hand out towards you. You stand and take it, allowing him to guide you out of the locker room without anyone noticing. As soon as you step onto the field, you turn and look at him, cheeks a hot and your hair a complete mess. Xavier waves to the grounds keeper, turning to you with a smug look on his face.

Just looking at his smirk makes your pussy throb for him. You swallow the lump in your throat and step through the gate, a lingering feeling weighing on your mind as you leave the field and head towards the parking lot.

“You’re not done with me, are you?” you ask him as soon as you reach his car. Xavier chuckles, shaking his head as he helps you into the passenger seat. He leans down, hands resting on top of the car and the door.

“Baby, we just got started,” he tilts his head to the side, a flash of amusement and lust hidden behind his eyes. Your eyes shoot open, your body already preparing yourself for the long night ahead.

as always: likes, reblogs, & comments are greatly appreciated! <3

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doyoulikethissong-poll · 11 months ago

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Meat Loaf - I'd Do Anything for Love (But I Won't Do That) 1993

"I'd Do Anything for Love (But I Won't Do That)" is a song written by Jim Steinman, and recorded by American rock singer Meat Loaf. The song was released in August 1993 as the first single from the singer's sixth album, Bat Out of Hell II: Back into Hell (1993). The last six verses features English singer Lorraine Crosby, who was credited only as "Mrs. Loud" in the album notes. While visiting the label's recording studios on Sunset Boulevard, Crosby was asked by her manager Steinman to provide guide vocals for Meat Loaf, who was recording the song "I'd Do Anything for Love (But I Won't Do That)". Cher, Melissa Etheridge and Bonnie Tyler were considered for the role. The song was a commercial success, however as Crosby had recorded her part as guide vocals, she did not receive any payment for the recording but she receives royalties from PRS. Crosby did not appear in the Michael Bay-directed music video, where model Dana Patrick mimed her vocals. Meat Loaf promoted the single with American vocalist Patti Russo performing the live female vocals of this song at his promotional appearances and concerts.

The power ballad was a commercial success, reaching number one in 28 countries. The single was certified platinum in the US and became Meat Loaf's first and only number one and top ten single on the Billboard Hot 100 and Cash Box Top 100. It also became Meat Loaf's first and only number one single on the UK Singles Chart, and was the best-selling single of 1993 in the UK. The song earned Meat Loaf a Grammy Award for Best Rock Vocal Performance, Solo.

American film director and producer Michael Bay directed the accompanying music video for "I'd Do Anything for Love (But I Won't Do That)". The cinematographer was Daniel Pearl, particularly known for filming The Texas Chain Saw Massacre in 1973. Pearl says that this video "is one of my personal all-time favorite projects… I think the cinematography is pure, and it tells a story about the song." The video is based on Beauty and the Beast and The Phantom of the Opera. Bob Keane did Meat Loaf's make-up, which took up to two hours to apply. The make-up was designed to be simple and scary, yet "with the ability to make him sympathetic." The shoot went over budget, and was filmed in 90 °F (32 °C) heat, across four days. The video, which was the abridged seven-minute version of the song rather than the twelve-minute album version, was put into heavy rotation on MTV.

Meat Loaf appeared in over 50 films and television shows, sometimes as himself or as characters resembling his stage persona. His film roles included Eddie in The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) and Robert Paulson in Fight Club (1999).

"I'd Do Anything for Love (But I Won't Do That)" received a total of 77,7% yes votes!

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h3adl3sschick3n · 1 year ago

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Danny: *Leans back, 3/4 hand twist, and head tilted back while looking down*

Joker: You take that back!

Danny: *Hip cocked to the right, arms crossed, leaning forward, and smug sneer*

Nightwing: I can't believe you'd say that! I haven't even done anything yet!

Danny: *Straightens up, salutes cheekily, backflips off roof edge onto invisible motorcycle, and wheelies before speeding off*

Red hood: You better be able to put your money where your mouth is buster! Oracle, I'm in pursuit!

I found a chart for some simpler clown breeds in case anyone was wondering about the breed of their beloved clown companion(s)

(I don't know who to credit as this has been re-posted on many platforms many times)

#dcxdp #Danny Phantom outclowns the Joker #silent knight #mime antics

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zepskies · 1 year ago

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S.I.N.G.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader

Summary: Beau wishes you’d take this self-defense lesson a little more seriously.

AN: Here's another one-shot for the Take Me Home series, set a couple of months after A Crime of Passion. Some of you might get the Miss Congeniality reference. 😂

Word Count: 1.5K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Established relationship. Flirty teasing, tinge of angst and trauma/PTSD, spiciness and a side helping of smut.

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“All right, let’s try that again,” said Beau.

You barely resisted the urge to whine like a child. Instead, you grabbed your phone off the coffee table, which you’d pushed up against the couch to make space in the living room.

Your boyfriend frowned and swept his hands up in disbelief when you began scrolling on the little screen.

“Uh, hello?” he said. “Trying to teach here, Professor.”

You Google searched for a new restaurant your aunt Denise had told you about recently, and you showed him a snapshot of the menu.

“Wanna try out this new Latin place for lunch? They’ve got empanadas,” you said. “And lots of beef on the menu. Huh, Mr. Carnivore?”

Beau blew out a subtle breath of exasperation.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna need you to take this a little more seriously,” he said.

You dropped your hand to your side with a tired huff.

“Babe, we’ve been at this for two hours. I’m tired. I’m sweaty. I’m hungry,” you full on whined now, grasping onto the front of his shirt, a gray one you’d accidentally shrunk a little in the wash. What once was loose on him, now stretched tight across his chest and wrapped snugly around his arms. (So all in all, you didn’t feel too bad about it.)

Beau grabbed your hand from his shirt and took your phone from you. He tossed it over onto the couch.

“I just want to go over a few more things,” he said.

“Come on, you’re usually the bottomless pit here. My stomach is going to eat itself,” you protested.

His lips twitched. “You’re being a tad dramatic, don’t you think? Now let’s go. Show me what you’re gonna do when I come at you head on.”

When Beau stepped forward, you mimed bringing the heel of your hand up to his face. He pretended to whip his head back, as if you’d really hit him. Complete with an exaggerated, Jim Carey-level sound effect of pain that almost got you to smile.

“Okay, good,” he nodded afterward. “But what if I grab your arm and get’cha turned around?”

He grasped your wrist next. He slowly twisted you around, until your left arm was behind your back. You sent him a narrowed look over your shoulder.

“I’m gonna break your damn nose for real if we don’t go eat,” you warned.

“Just give me twenty more minutes, and we’ll go. I promise,” he replied, trying to dim his smile. “Now humor me, would you? What’re you gonna do if I got you like this?”

You released a long-suffering sigh.

“Break your stance,” you intoned. You took your sneaker-clad heel and kicked back to tap it on the top of his boot. In reality, you’d be driving your heel into his foot, hard enough to try and break it. He moved his foot back before you could though.

“Nice try. Now what?” he challenged.

You used your free elbow to press into his right side below his ribs—and maybe you dug in a little harder than you needed to. He grunted slightly, but he nodded in approval and released your arm.

“Okay, good. The guy’s probably gonna loosen up enough for you to start running,” he said.

To your annoyance, he didn’t end the lesson there.

“Now, coming at ya from behind,” he said, wrapping his arms more fully around your frame, across your chest and under your breasts. His hold was firm, but not tight enough for you to feel his full strength.

This time, however, your body locked up with a bit of tension. You drew in a sharper breath. You knew you were safe in your boyfriend’s arms, but you had a sudden flash of memory in your mind’s eye.

You felt the phantom of a more threatening grip on your arms, shoving you hard into the side of your car, pressing you into the door with your cheek against the glass.

“Hey, you all right?” Beau prompted. It managed to break you out of your thoughts, and you realized that his hold was looser now. His voice was a touch softer, and his lips pressed to the side of your head, reminding you that it was just him. You were safe.

You squeezed his arms gratefully. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

This was why you’d agreed to these self-defense lessons in the first place. And you knew it wasn’t just for your own benefit. It made Beau feel better too, giving you back some control, and just knowing that you were better prepared.

Working through the trauma of everything you’d gone through in the past six months was an ongoing process; both your kidnapping this past summer, and Casey Sanderson attacking you at the college campus where you worked. You still got uneasy in the parking lot.

“You sure?” Beau asked. “We can stop now if you need to.”

You shook your head. You didn’t want that flash of memory to be the reason you quit.

“No, let’s finish this,” you said.

After a moment, Beau nodded. His thumb stroked your shoulder before his hold firmed back up.

“Okay, how’re you gonna break my stance?” he asked.

Your lips formed a cheeky smile. You grabbed onto his arm wrapped across your chest and bit him, just firm enough to startle him a little.

“How about I bite your ass,” you teased. Though you soothed over the bite with a kiss, tasting the salty sweat dried on his skin. Beau cleared his throat. You couldn’t see it, but he was smirking.

“Sure. That’s one way to go about it,” he said with a chuckle. “Any other ideas?”

Hmm. You remembered the moves he’d taught you yesterday, but an idea struck you.

“Well, I could always just channel Sandra Bullock in Miss Congeniality,” you said.

“What?” Beau asked. You could tell, without even seeing his face, that his brows had drawn together in confusion.

“Oh, you don’t remember? It’s simple! S.I.N.G.,” you said, with a growing smile. “Solar plexus, instep, nose, groin…”

With each word, you once again bumped your elbow into his side, playfully stepped on his foot, and reached back to throw a mock elbow into the bridge of his nose. But on the last part of the acronym, you slid your hand down the inside of Beau’s thigh and grasped his length firmly through his activewear pants.

He released a strangled sound and let go of you. His hands instinctively moved to grip your arms tight.

“Very good,” he croaked out, and allowed you to turn around. You slowly rubbed your hand up and down his shaft until it hardened under your palm. Beau stared down at you with a new fire in his eyes, his mouth parting as an aroused groan escaped him.

Giving him a mischievous smile, you lowered to the ground onto your knees, hooking your nails on the waistband of his pants and underwear and taking them down along with you. It was good thinking on his part that you guys placed an exercise mat across the living room floor. It made this more comfortable on your knees, especially when you took almost the full length of his cock into your mouth.

“Aw, fuck,” Beau grunted. His fingers slipped into your hair. He couldn’t help but grip tight as you continued to salivate over him, dragging your soft, wet tongue across his velvety flesh. And you were relentless. Whatever you couldn’t take into your beautiful mouth, you stroked with your hand wrapped around the base.

You pulled your head back for a moment, just so you could tease his sensitive head. He moaned and bucked on reflex, driving himself deeper into your mouth again.

Oh, he was close already. You felt his thighs shaking, his cock throbbing. Your pussy clenched as well, with the memory of how he felt coming inside you. It had you quickening the pace of your lips and tongue drawing his release, and soon he spilled hot inside your mouth. You took and swallowed everything he had to give, sucking him clean.

It was too much. Beau shakily lowered to his knees, almost stumbling down to your level. He grasped your shoulders for balance first. Then he slid his hands down the gentle slope of your back and crushed you to his chest, where he bowed his head to claim you with a kiss.

Now it was his turn to be unrelenting. He hardly let you breathe with his lips moving passionately over yours.

“Lesson over?” you panted, between kisses.

“Yeah,” he said roughly, though he chuckled. “Thank you, darlin’. You’ve been a model student.”

You smiled against his lips. Beau slid your shirt up and over your head before he laid you down on the mat. His kisses blazed a wet path down your neck and between your breasts, still covered by your satin bra.

“Thought we were going to lunch,” you said breathlessly.

Beau perked his head up and shot you a heated look, despite his grin. He began slowly dragging your tight-ass yoga pants down your hips and thighs, all the way down to your ankles. Your panties came next.

“Oh, we are,” he said, sliding his hands back up your thighs. “All of a sudden, I’m real hungry.”

His mouth finding its way between your legs soon cut off the rest of your laughter.

AN: Lol how'd you like that lesson in self-defense? 😘

And want more stories in the TMH-verse? I've missed these two. ❤️

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alynwdym · 6 months ago

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SBG STREAMER AU

(Basically, this is about what would have happened if there was no Phantom Dimension and the entire SBG company were streamers)

Ashlyn:

● Nickname: LYN3TT3_X (or just Lyn)

● Content: Mostly plays games and does reactions to horror.

● Reason: Ashlyn is pretty emotionless, so she doesn't show fear in many games or videos. Viewers really want to see her get scared, so they ask her to play different horror games/watch horror movies. She also sometimes plays strategy games and people like her critical thinking in such games.

● Additional: Ashlyn also has specially configured donations that allow viewers to make scary screamers. Anyone who was able to scare Ashlyn in any way is given VIP on her streams, which give some cool features (You can count such people on one hand)

● Reason: Ashlyn started streaming when she once broke her leg during ballet. Her leg was put in a cast and she couldn't do ballet for 2 months. At this time, Ashlyn was alone at home and almost going crazy. One day, while watching the stream, she thought that she could do the same. Her first stream was 30 minutes long and she played a horror game. She only had one viewer and it didn't last long. She was quickly noticed and started gaining popularity.

Aiden:

● Nickname: 4C3cdc (or just Ace)

● Content: Dynamic games, puzzles, racing.

● Reason: Aiden is quite active and energetic. Many people like Aiden's activity and charisma. The way he plays different games is liked by viewers. Aiden also often completes different challenges.

● Additional: Aiden has a tradition of recording big donors and completing their different challenges.

● Why: As a child, when Aiden was left alone, he often watched different streamers and also wanted to become like them. For him, this also became a way to avoid loneliness. His first stream lasted an hour, where he chatted and played racing in a multiplayer. Some time later, he was noticed and he very quickly began to gain popularity.

Ben:

● Nickname: TheSilentMusician(Or just Mime)

● Content: Music streams using guitar, drawing.

● Reason: Ben is sweet and calm. Many people like how comfortable and calm his streams can be. Although he is always silent, this gives the stream its own atmosphere. Sometimes Ben holds streams where he just draws different things or his followers.

● Additionally: for donations, he draws different drawings and posts them all on his Instagram

● Why: After Ben lost his voice, he still wanted music and sharing it. He started streaming and playing the guitar. It is also calming for him and his psychologist supported his idea to start streaming.

Taylor:

● Nickname: GoodTwin(Or just Tay)

● Content: Roleplay games, multiplayer games and reactions.

● Reason: Taylor is a sweet and kind girl. Followers like how kind she plays different games and her touching reactions to videos with cats:) She often makes reactions than plays games. But most of all, she plays roleplay games with her insight. Completely immersing herself in the story of the game.

●Additional: Sometimes Taylor can play horror games, but she is always very scared of them. Therefore, many people donate specifically to complete horror games.

●Why: Taylor felt lonely and useless for some time. When her family needed money, Taylor wanted to get a job, but Tyler did not allow it. When she found out that streamers make money, she wanted to help her family in this way. She suggested Tyler to start streaming to earn money without getting a job. Streaming also helped her overcome feelings of loneliness.

Tyler:

● Nickname: EvilTwin (or just Ty)

● Content: Reaction games and competitive games.

● Reason: Tyler is pretty hot-blooded and rude. But viewers like his quick reactions. In games that require reaction, he has no equal. Many people like his audacity and how competitive he can be.

●Additional: Tyler has it specially set up so that certain donations from followers can interfere with him, so that the games are more interesting.

●Why: The Hernandez family needed money, but Tyler didn’t know where to get it. He couldn’t quit baseball and get a job, but he also couldn’t combine work. He already spends a lot of time training, so he was rarely home. He didn’t want to leave his mother alone, but he also needed money. When Taylor told him that streamers make money, he thought about starting a stream. Then Taylor suggested starting a stream and he agreed.

Logan:

● Nickname: Nerd (or just Lo)

● Content: Shooters and astrology.

● Reason: Logan is a sweet, shy guy. But despite this, he is a great shooter player. Many people like that a real sniper can hide under a timid boy who can beat a team of 5 players solo. Sometimes he can talk about astrology and explain the structure of the stars.

● Additional: Logan sometimes plays math games.

● Why: Logan was bored._. (I couldn't think of anything for him:,>)

Popularity rating within the group:

1. Aiden

2. Ashlyn

3. Tyler

4. Taylor

5. Logan

6. Ben

Interaction:

Tyler and Taylor are often present on each other's streams and do different collabs.

Aiden can sometimes be heard on Ben's streams. On Aiden's streams, you can see him and Ben together in a photo. Also, Ben and Aiden sometimes do collabs (most of Ben's audience are Aiden's followers)

Taylor sometimes mentions Ashlyn when she is asked to play a horror game. Like: "Is this the game Lyn played?"

Logan said that he would like to compete in shooters with Tyler.

Ashlyn and Logan are stepbrother and sister, they mention each other. And also, by Logan's decision, they once arranged a cooking stream (they destroyed the kitchen). After this stream, they never tried to do cooking streams again

(I LIKE BANNERS SIBLING AU! I WANT THEM TO BE HERE)

Interaction in life:

They all study in the same school. When they had a group work one day, they recognized their fellow streamers and started hanging out together little by little, gradually getting closer. When they finally became friends, they started doing different colabs with each other.

(Additional/Ship(?): Ashlyn's first viewer and follower was Aiden. Watching her made Aiden want to become a streamer too

Taylor always goes to Ben's streams when she's feeling anxious. His guitar playing helps her calm down)

((could someone create a fic for this au?))

#school bus graveyard #ashlyn sbg #aiden sbg #ben sbg #logan sbg #taylor sbg #tyler sbg #Au #Stream au #ashlyn banner #aiden clark #tyler hernandez #taylor hernandez #ben clark #logan fields #sbg

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ratsummer · 1 year ago

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I think Phantom was fending for himself for years in the pit, running the circles from just about the age a ghoul can probably survive on their own. He was born into a small but loving pack, so he learned how to be a good ghoul kit, but once he was on his own, he didn't have anyone to socialize him as a young adult ghoul. Sure, he'd tag along with the odd band of ghouls here and there when the opportunity arose, but those alliances were born out of necessity and always quite brief.

All this to say, between his lack of guidance from adult ghouls, his trauma, and the neurodivergencies he was born with, Phantom has held on to a lot of ghoul kit behaviors.

When he's first summoned and meeting his new pack, everyone is on edge. He's small for a quint, and has a confusing blend of kit and adult behaviors. Once the infirmary ghouls have confirmed he is in fact an adult ghoul who chose of his own volition to respond to the summon, and not in fact a large kit they've accidentally abducted, everyone relaxes a bit.

At first, as they're learning about how Phantom was living for years prior to his summoning, emotions run high. They all hide it well from him, not wanting to frighten or burden him. Even so, there are many late nights in the den spent whispering and weeping as they process the things they learn of Phantom's past.

As time passes though, and Phantom settles in and gets comfier with all of them, the sadness and anger pass. They learn to interpret Phantom's unusual blend of behaviors, and they love him all the more. No one pressures Phantom to change, or tells him that he's doing something wrong. They accept him for who he is, and as long as he's not uncomfortable, embarrassed, or inadvertently harming himself, they're happy.

And oh, how they love their baby bat.

It took a while for Phantom to relax enough around anyone to purr at all, but now it's almost nonstop. Almost anything will set it off, too. Swiss walks into the same room as him? Purring. Mountain puts a hand on his shoulder to keep him still while he reaches over him for something in the kitchen? Purring. Dewdrop says good morning? Purring. When everyone gets together after a long day to cuddle in the den, Phantom's purrs stand out from the rest. He hasn't quite switched from the cooing, nasally purr of a kit into the rumbling, chest purr of an adult. He's slowly working into his chest purr, especially as he spends time cuddling on Mountain, Aether, and Swiss. Their purrs are deepest and most obviously resonating from their chests, making it easier for Phantom to imitate. Regardless of how he sounds, though, a purring Phantom is a happy Phantom is a Phantom getting many kisses.

Phantom is also working on scenting. The first person Phantom ever tried scenting was Dew, and boy was the fire ghoul confused at first. They were cuddled up on the couch, watching Cumulus teach Swiss some new crocheting techniques, when Phantom started headbutting him. To be fair, it was a gentle headbutting, really more bumping his face into Dew's jaw and nuzzling into him each time. Even so, it caught Dew off guard. Luckily, Rain was sitting on the opposite end of the couch and caught Dew's attention before he could react poorly. Dew, unlike Rain, had never really spent much time around ghoul kits, so failed to recognize Phantom's kit-like attempts at scenting. Rain mimed at him frantically until he got the memo and started scenting Phantom back. "Oh, Phantom," Rain chimed in soon after, "You're being such a lovebug for Dew. He likes gentler scenting though, sweetheart, do you want me to show you? Come here, it's my turn!" And of course, Rain instantly had a lapful of cooing, cuddly ghoul to coach, leaving Dew to roll around and be embarrassed over how in love with Phantom he is.

Phantom also kneads a lot more than most adult ghouls. While the others might do a little kneading here and there when they're feeling deeply sleepy and relaxed, Phantom seems to knead whether he's feeling calm or stressed. His most frequent victims are Cumulus, Swiss, Cirrus, and Mountain, and he kneads on whatever body part is closest. Tummies, thighs, arms, Cumulus even lets him get away with kneading on her boobs. He zones out hard when he starts kneading, almost slipping into a trance. They've all had to do a little correcting for Phantom with this behavior, just to show him how to keep his claws from hurting soft skin and to make sure he doesn't squeeze too hard. Sometimes, when he's having trouble being gentle, they'll pass him a stuffie or a pillow to work instead. He seems to knead the most during mass, Papa's chanting and the choral accompaniment relaxing him. Usually it's Mountain who will grab him when he starts getting glassy-eyed, holding him in his lap and letting him knead away at his arm.

Aether and Cirrus have spent a lot of time helping Phantom with his emotional regulation. Once he's feeling safe and secure with his new pack, that no one is going to hurt him if they notice him, he gets a bit too reactive when his emotions run high. When he messes up the same section of a song for the sixth time, he starts yelling and crying. When he slept poorly, he hisses and growls. When he trips down the last couple stairs in front of some siblings, he hides and mopes for hours, crying and skipping meals. Aether and Cirrus help him learn to identify how is body is reacting in a situation, and what emotion goes with it. They help him respond more calmly, so he doesn't hurt or frighten anyone. They teach him coping skills, like deep breathing, or leaving a room, or asking someone for a hug. It's not always easy, but Phantom is diligent and attentive, and with guidance he quickly finds techniques that work for him.

Yeah, idk. Just. I could go on and on. Phantom being a little different from what his new pack is used to and it's okay. It's not his fault. He's so full of love, and he finally gets to share it. He's so full of love, and his pack is thrilled that he shows them in his own way. Ugh. Nobody look at me.

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moonstruckme · 1 year ago

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ok i have a request/idea: gf reader on tour supporting bf rockstar!sirius but she starts to feel homesick being on the road for so long <33333 just feel like sirius would be so comforting and caring

I feel the same babe! Thank you for requesting <3

rockstar!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 1.4k words

Even after months on tour, you don’t understand why rockstars need to smoke indoors. You’ve found a corner of refuge in the stranger’s house, siphoning fresh air from an open window, but you feel for James, grinning and bearing it while he talks to another band that performed tonight and makes nice with groupies while showing off pictures of his girlfriend back home.

Part of you is still a bit awestruck that you get to go to these things, another part equally mystified at how routine it’s come to feel. During the first several nights of the tour, you’d been endlessly dazzled by the wealth you were suddenly surrounded with, the vibrancy of the people around you, the novelty of it all. The world had suddenly become so much larger, and everywhere you and the boys went everyone wanted to talk to them, buy you all drinks, invite you to parties and afterparties and after-afterparties.

Sirius bears it beautifully, like this was always his destiny—in a lot of ways, you imagine it was—but sometimes when the two of you are alone he’ll confess to still feeling giddy that he and his friends have made it this big. You wonder if it’ll ever feel normal for him, the hugeness of it. You can tell by now that it never will for you.

You’re still very impressed by the glamor of touring, you still have a good time on these nights out, but lately you’ve started to feel the distance between where you are and your real life. It’s almost as if before you could feel something invisible connecting you to home and, somewhere along on the road, it severed without you noticing. Now it just feels like a phantom limb, and when you try to recall the scent of you and Sirius’ kitchen or mime the way you have to jimmy your key to unlock the front door, you can’t manage it.

You’re still thinking of the scent of your kitchen when it sidles up next to you.

“You smell like garlic,” you tell Sirius, not without fondness.

“God, it’s that potent, is it?” Your boyfriend’s tone speaks to a chagrin entirely unlike him, and he corroborates its falsity by caging you in his arms and touching his cheek to yours. You don’t mind, as he knew you wouldn’t. “I was given a choice, gorgeous, and I took a gamble.”

“Mm. What was that?”

“Do you want to get out of here?”

You turn in his arms, tangling your fingers behind his back so you’re holding him as he is you. People start to give you a bit of berth, as one does for couples at parties, and selfishly you enjoy it.

Touring is non-stop motion, a blur of people and places and sounds, and you miss the slow, quiet moments you and Sirius used to have more of. You’re with him all the time, but it doesn’t always feel like it. It hardly feels like you’re with yourself. Not his fault, not anyone’s, but not ideal.

“It’s hardly one,” you say.

“Which means” —he drops his lips to your eyebrow, speaking loudly to be heard over the music but just soft enough to have goosebumps skittering down your arms— “the fast food places will be closing in an hour. Fancy some grease, my love?”

You tilt your chin up, pecking him on the lips. Truly, you don’t mind the garlic as much as you suppose you ought to. “Sure, let’s go.”

Getting to the door is a melee, several people stopping you to try and pull Sirius back into conversation or ask if you’re going to the next party and such-and-such’s place in a couple hours, but when you do make it out the noise deadens and the air tastes clean.

It’s a pleasant night, just cool enough to raise the hair on your arms and refresh your energy. Somewhere above you, the moon is hidden behind clouds, but still it’s bright enough that it casts a silvery glow in the areas not lit by streetlights.

You make it a few paces down the block before Sirius is fisting his hand in the material of your shirt, spinning you around to face him.

“Have I told you how stunning you look tonight?”

Only thrice between the hotel and when he went on stage. “No.”

“Liar,” he says lovingly, leaning in to give you a kiss.

You expect from his mood for it to be hot and indelicate, and you’d hardly have complained, but he closes his lips around yours softly. His hand loosens on your front, coasting upwards to cup your cheek, sweet and savoring.

“Garlic knots,” he says as he pulls back.

You’re unjustifiably breathless. “Hm?”

“That was the choice I had to make. One of Ricky’s friends heated up garlic knots, and I wagered you’d prefer kissing someone who tasted like garlic over someone who tasted like cigarettes.”

“It’s not just someone.” You grin at him, turning and taking his hand to keep walking. “I’ll always prefer kissing you. I would’ve done it either way, you know.”

You can hear Sirius’ smile in his voice, your favorite sound. “Yeah, but I chose right, didn’t I?”

“You did,” you confirm, and he gives your hand a triumphant squeeze. “I have no idea where I’m going, by the way. I don’t know why I took the lead.”

He hums. “Do you ever think you might have one of those honing instincts? Like, the way bees are to their hive, that’s how you are with fast food. My honeybee,” he says it drawn out and extra saccharine, knowing you’ll hate it, and laughs when you let go of his hand and make to walk away from him.

Sirius grabs for your hand back, tugging you close enough to get his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. You don’t put up much resistance.

“You’re spot on, sweetheart,” he says. “I clocked a McDonald’s just a few streets down when we were driving here.”

A buzz of excitement goes through you. “Why are you so keen on McDonald’s all of a sudden?” Sirius is as happy with fast food as the rest of you, but you know he’s been enjoying the lavish meals the boys’ new manager pays for and having room service sent up at your hotel. “We can always have that at home.”

“You’ve been talking about milkshakes for a couple of days now,” he says, “and you’re getting quiet. I recognize that mood. I missed home last summer, too.”

“Really?” This is the boys' first big tour—they’ve already been on a shorter, less grandiose one you hadn’t come along for—but it’s hard for you to picture Sirius ever not enjoying it. He’s not someone who sets down roots, and with the way he talks about where he grew up you’ve never thought of him as getting particularly nostalgic for any sort of place. “I figured you’d feel most at home wherever James and Remus are.”

“Yeah, but we’d left you behind. I was torn in two, gorgeous.” Sirius’ tone is doing that weird thing where it’s teasing but not. You can hear the sincerity lining his words. He mashes a kiss into the side of your head. “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?”

“Because.” You take his hand where it’s draped over your shoulder, your fingertips dancing in between his own. “It’s not the sort of mood I’d like to give into if I can help it, and I’d rather be here with you than at home anyways, so it’s pointless. There was nothing you could do, baby.”

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong.” Sirius gives your fingers a playful squeeze. “You should always assume there’s something I can do, haven’t we been over this? Right now, I can get my girl a milkshake and some fries, and then I was thinking we could go find a park to eat them.”

That sounds so unbelievably nice. You turn your head to smile at him, and find he’s already looking at you with a similar expression.

“And if more things come up that would make you feel better, I can try to make those happen. How does that sound, lovely girl?”

You steal a kiss to his cheek, but Sirius doesn’t let you get away with just that, stopping to hold you in place so he can peck you properly on the lips. The neon sign of the McDonalds is close enough now to cast you in its glow.

“You woo me more every day, do you know that?”

“Yes, well,” says Sirius, wrapping his arm around you again to lead you the rest of the way, “I do have to prove myself better than home somehow, don’t I?”

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