#capri fics

[winmance]

Swipe Right for Family Discount!

Damen looks at himself in his rearview mirror one last time, repositioning his hair correctly and checking his teeth to make sure no salad has gotten stuck into it. He’s not usually this stressed before going on a date, but he’s also not usually that interested. He hasn’t told Nikandros yet, refusing to see the disapproval on his friend’s face, but he thinks this may be it for him. He’s been talking to Laurent for less than a week and yet, he already can’t think of anything else. Every second of his day is spent thinking about him and even when he’s sleeping, his brain finds a way to bring Laurent in his dreams. Which is crazy, considering that today will be the first time meeting him.

Laurent is the one who chose the restaurant, and his choice surprised Damen, but he didn’t think much about it. Looking back, he probably should have questioned Laurent about choosing a family place for their dinner, but you don’t know what you don’t ask.

It doesn’t take him more than a few seconds to spot Laurent in the restaurant. It feels like a movie when the music starts to play and everything goes in slow motion. His hair is so blond that the light seems to reflect on it. His blue eyes are on Damen in an instant, deep and cold. He’s not wearing expensive clothes but he’s in all black, with not an inch of skin showing. He’s the most beautiful human being Damen has ever seen and he hopes Laurent is going to like him because there’s no way Damen will be able to live knowing that such beauty walks on Earth.

The slow motion stops the moment someone steps into Laurent’s personal space.

At first Damen frowns, until he realizes it’s a kid and then he thinks the boy must be lost but then - then Laurent’s eyes leave him and focus on the boy and he doesn’t seem to care that the boy is so close to him, that their feet are touching.

That’s when Damen realizes something is wrong.

“Hello Damen,” Laurent says.

“Hello Damen,” the boy next to him repeats.

“Hey, I… uh… You are…”

“This is Nicaise. My babysitter was sick. It says on your profile that you love kids.”

“I’m a kid,” the kid says.

“I do,” Damen says. “Nice to meet you. Both of you.”

He loves kids, yes, but on his first date? He’s not sure. Laurent’s profile didn’t mention a kid. Let alone a teenager. He’s not the best at math but even if Laurent had the kid at sixteen, it still would be impossible for him to be this big.

A normal man should have run. In fact, Damen is pretty sure that if he could google “What does it mean if your crush brings their kid that they didn’t tell you about to your first date?” he would find out that this is one of the biggest red flags ever.

But Damen is not a normal man and so he leads the way to their table and he pulls out the chair for both of them. Nicaise giggles while Laurent barely smiles. Damen tries to blame it on stress, but they’re barely two minutes into their date and Laurent is already holding his head, looking extremely bored, which is strange because they talked so much by text that Damen thought the conversation would go smoothly.

“I watched the show you talked about,” Damen says. His throat feels tight with how tense the situation is. “Into the fire? The documentary about the missing girl.”

“You did?”

Laurent seems surprised and for a few seconds, he even lifts his head to look at Damen.

“Yes. It was really good.”

“I thought you didn’t like true crime documentaries.”

“Yes but you said you liked it, so I thought I should watch it too.”

“Can I watch it?” Nicaise asks.

“Absolutely not. Do you hear me? It’s a no.”

“You may be a bit too young for that,” Damen says, and then he realizes he has no idea how young Nicaise is. He’s pretty, like Laurent, with big blue eyes and curly dark hair. He’s small, though, and slime. Damen has never been like that. He went straight from toddler to Viking, as his father used to say. At six, they were already dressing him with twelve years old clothes.

“Did you watch it illegally?” This time, the question is directed to Laurent. “So I can’t watch my favorite anime because it may give us viruses, but you can? You know that you can go to jail for that? And let me break it to you: orange is not your color.”

Damen never spoke like that to his parents and if he did, he wouldn’t be here to tell anyone about it. He should feel offended but he can’t, not when Nicaise’s words make him want to laugh.

“It’s on Netflix. He probably watches it here,” Damen says, trying to help.

“We don’t have Netflix anymore. The neighbor used to allow us to use his account but with their fucking new setting it doesn’t work anymore. Thanks fuck we can still use their WiFi!”

“Langage Nicaise,” Laurent says. “I watched it with Jord last weekend. Nothing illegal here.”

Damen has to force himself not to react. It would be disproportionate to make a fuss about a guy named Jord, who could very much be Laurent’s grandpa. In fact, he’s probably his grandpa. If Laurent forgot to tell him about his kid, he may have forgotten to tell him about his grandpa with whom he likes to watch true crime.

“Do you have Netflix, Damen?” Nicaise aks.

“I do, yes.”

“And Amazon Prime?”

“Yes.”

“What about Disney+? HBO?”

“Uh, yes. I think I got all of them? There was a deal when I bought my TV.”

Nicaise nods, as if taking notes, before focusing back on the menu in front of him. For some reason, Damen feels like he just gained some points and he smiles before turning back to Laurent, who’s looking at him with a frown on his face. He seems tense and Damen would like to blame it on the fact that it’s their first date, but he has a feeling it’s not it. There’s a hole in Laurent’s sleeves and he keeps playing nervously with it. It’s really cute.

“I read the book you mentioned,” Laurent mumbles. “I didn’t have anything to do.”

“Did you like it?”

“It was adequate.”

The book is one of Damen’s favorites. He read it when he was twelve and the loss of his mom was starting to creep into him. It’s a beautiful book about grief and he’s aware that only someone who had lost someone they deeply loved can appreciate it.

“You cried while reading it,” Nicaise says, his eyes still down on the menu.

“I did not.”

“Yes, you cried like a big baby and then you were like, all emotional and telling me that you loved me. It was disgusting. Damen, don’t recommend that kind of book again.”

“Notes taken. What should I recommend then? What kind of books do you think are appropriate for Laurent?”

“Erotics books.”

Damen bursts into laughter at the same moment Laurent shoves Nicaise away, his face turning a dark shade of red.

“What? It’s true! That would do you some good!”

“Focus back on your menu. You are not a part of this conversation.”

“We should order, actually,” Damen says, trying to distract Laurent again. “What does Nicaise eat?”

“You can ask me directly, you know,” Nicaise says.

“Oh yes, sorry. What do you want to eat?”

“I don’t talk to strangers.”

Laurent, having already forgotten the kid, can’t help but smirk and Damen is a weak man, so he does the same. He has a weird feeling in his stomach, something warm and familiar. He has to restrain himself from reaching out to hold Laurent’s hand.

“He’ll have a burger with extra bacon and a diet Coke.”

“Good choice,” Damen notes. “And you?”

“Cesar salad.”

Damen has never once ordered a salad while at the restaurant and he’s not surprised to see it’s the cheapest meal here. It does look good, sure. If you eat it while waiting for your burgers. Still, he’s smart enough to understand why Laurent chose it, and even smarter not to comment on it.

“I’ll take the burger too. They have onion rings and chicken wings that seem absolutely amazing so I think I’ll start with them.”

“You’re having all of that before your burger?” Laurent asks.

“Yeah, that may be a bit excessive… Would you be ok eating them with me?”

Laurent’s stomach is quicker to answer than he is, the noise reaching their ears before Damen’s sentence is even over. This time, however, Nicaise doesn’t laugh when he looks at his father and instead, a complex expression booms on his face.

“If you don’t mind…”

“Nah, I won’t be able to eat it all anyway.”

Damen quickly orders for them and they finally fall into an easy conversation after that. Nicaise helps a lot, throwing shades at his dad every time he can, and at some point, Damen thinks he insulted him but he’s not sure that he got it quite right. He hadn’t realized just how old he was until that moment, but apparently young people these days seem to have a whole new language.

“You should download TikTok,” Nicaise tells him. “I’ll send you videos to help you get some culture.”

“You’ll not,” Laurent says.

“Why?”

“It’s inappropriate.”

“Ugh, find. Damen, can I have your phone please?”

“Nicaise, that’s not-”

Damen unlocks his phone and gives it to him. Laurent looks at him as if he has grown a second head and it occurs to Damen that yes, giving your phone to a fourteen-year-old (Nicaise had told him he was eighteen to try and get a beer, to which Laurent had replied while pointing his real age) was quite dangerous. But he doesn’t care.

“Here. I added Laurent’s TikTok. He doesn’t post anything of course, but he’s always sending me those really not funny videos that I’m sure you’ll love.”

When they were texting, Laurent had told him he was not on social media. No Instagram, no Facebook and certainly no TikTok.

“Can I get a follow-back?”

“I… Yes.”

After sending a deadly stare at Nicaise, Laurent takes out his phone. The screen is broken and the phone seems like an old version of the one Damen has, but Laurent is still able to navigate through it, and like promised, he adds him on TikTok.

They get distracted again when the food finally arrives and after some convincing, Laurent helps Damen in eating all the things he ordered. It’s a nice family scene, Damen realizes. It looks like they’re just two regular dads eating with their teenage son who can’t keep his eyes off his phone. It’s domestic, the way they easily fall into silence without it being awkward. From time to time, Laurent will look at him with that weird expression on his face, but then he stays quiet or tells Nicaise to focus on his food. Each time, Damen smiles at him. Now that Laurent is more relaxed, he’s exactly like in his texts: sarcastic in a funny way, shy but not too much, interesting, and passionate when Damen finds the right subject. He loves true crime but also The Office. He lived in France for a while but has never been in another country outside of that. He works in a library, something he hadn’t told Damen before but that makes so much sense. He doesn’t talk about his family but when Damen talks about Kastor, both Laurent and Nicaise agree that he’s an asshole, which makes Damen laugh. They’re almost done eating when Damen realizes that he’s in deep trouble because there’s no way this was a one-time thing.

“So Damen,” Nicaise says once he finishes his burger. He cleans his mouth with the back of his sleeve, which earns him another complaint from Laurent. Unlike his dad, his clothes seem new. “What are your intentions towards Laurent?”

Laurent chokes on his water but Damen keeps it cool. He was expecting this question, for some odd reasons.

“They’re nothing but pure. Anything he wants, I’ll give him.”

There’s that deep blush on Laurent’s face again but he doesn’t say anything. They finish eating in silence, but it’s a comfortable one and when Damen’s fingers brush against Laurent's own, he doesn’t reach out but doesn’t push his hand away either.

Once it’s time to pay, Damen doesn’t let Laurent take his car out and immediately pays for the whole meal.

“You didn’t have to.”

“I did say in my bio that I was old school, didn’t I?”

They agree on a walk along the docks after. The air is fresh but not cold, just enough to make Damen sleepy. Next to him, Laurent shivers, which is no surprise because despite not showing any skin, his clothes are way too thin for the season. So of course, Damen takes his jacket off and throws it on his shoulders.

“Thank you.”

“Of course. I can’t imagine what Nicaise would do to me if I let you get a cold.”

Laurent smiles fondly.

“He’s a bit protective, sometimes. But he’s a good kid.”

“He is, yes,” Damen agrees. “Do you do that a lot?”

“Do what?”

“Bring the kid to a date so that you’ll get dinner for free. I’m not complaining, just so we’re clear. I had a really good night.”

Nicaise is in front of them, running after some poor birds to make them fly. Damen understood pretty fast during their date that he was just part of a scheme to get free food and while it did hurt his ego a bit at first, he can’t complain. Not when the night is so nice and Laurent is so close to him.

“I only did it once or twice,” Laurent admits after a while. “It’s not… Money gets tight sometimes and it’s fun. We’re not hurting anyone. The two times we did it, the men paid for the meal but didn’t stay with us. They kept apologizing but couldn’t stand to even try and have a conversation with us. It was laughable, I swear.”

“So you never mentioned Nicaise to any of them before the date?”

“No, but to be fair, you’re… I didn’t talk a lot with them, even through texts. We just chatted a bit and then they wanted to meet me right away. So it was easier to pretend like the question didn’t come up.”

“And with me?”

“I didn’t expect us to talk this much.”

There’s a strange feeling of pride booming inside of Damen’s chest and he’s smiling like a teenager, but it feels right to do so.

“You were not really looking for a boyfriend then?”

“No,” Laurent says. “I’m… I was not.”

“And now?”

Laurent stays silent for a while but his cheeks are red and he’s playing nervously with his hands. Still, when he turns towards him, his face is neutral.

“It was a great night.”

“It was,” Damen agrees.

They stopped walking some time ago. They’re standing in front of each other now, Nicaise’s presence not far away but not close enough to disrupt them. Damen won’t kiss Laurent, not now, but the way they’re looking at each other is better than any kiss he ever had.

“So, tomorrow at the same time?”

“I will have to bring Nicaise.”

And this time, he does seem sorry about it.

“Ah. See, it’s a bit awkward but it’s actually Nicaise I wanted to see… He’s really funny. But you’re free to tag along, of course.”

This time when Laurent laughs, he does so with all his chest and it’s the prettiest sound Damen’s ever heard. Well, almost, because then Nicaise, who has apparently been listening to the conversation, laughs too and the sound they make is the one Damen will be playing in his head on his deathbed.

“I want to eat sushi tomorrow,” Nicaise says. “Also, can we go and watch a movie before? There’s a new horror movie -”

“No horror movie for you.”

“What? You’re the one who gets scared! Not me! I’m sure Damen can hold you close so you don’t piss your pants.”

“Yes,” Damen says, “I’ll hold you close. Both of you.”

Damen has never been very lucky with love. He had a lot of girlfriends, including Jokaste, but none of them he felt deeply connected with. He loved them, to some extent, and they probably loved him back, but he always felt like he was searching for something else. Like his heart was made for more, and yet it always refused entry to any of the girls he dated. Like he had been made to love, fully, without any restraints, but without ever being able to do so. He remembers lying in bed with Jokaste and feeling like a fraud for not loving her more. He had thought that maybe something in him was broken. That his mother’s death, his father’s cold love, and Kastor’s hate had broken something in him, making him both craving and refusing love.

The moon is up in the sky. The stars are shining. Nicaise is taking a selfie in front of the water. Laurent’s hand is in his. And he thinks, for the first time, that finally his heart feels complete and opens.

Nikandros is going to give him so much shit for this.

[rainbenrry23]

i think i need a friend to lovers au where damianos and nikandros fall in love pretty please

[cxinis]

perfect baby angel (bella) and evil veretian man that is trying to antagonise her (laurent)

also please read safe up here with you by @kybelles

[thecapricunt1616]

capriiiiiii can i pretty please request something with carmy and a gf who is dealing with being stiff / sore and tired. i acc just need him to take care of me. maybe cook me a meal. :(( ily

My loveeeee Hello I'm sorry this has been rotting away I've been dealing with such writers block I hope this doesn't suck aaa! I'm sorry I haven't been writing as much / around tumblr this week i've been busy with other things but I hope to write more soon <3 I finally got my new laptop so i'm going to try and cook some stuff up really soon! Warnings for btc: None really, pure fluff & happy carmy!not edited sorryyyy WC: 1638

You had helped Sugar set up her nursery last night. All the moving of large boxes, and helping build the crib, changing table, and dresser, you were wiped out to say the least. You got home around 4 am, and  When Carmy had left for the restaurant that morning, you were still crumpled on the couch where he’d left you, snuggled in a blanket and softly snoring. When he came home that night and nudged you, you jumped like a sleeping cat 

“I’m awake!” You said quickly with an unintentional snore, rubbing your eyes tiredly. 

“Brought you a sandwich and some fries. Back still hurts?” He asked softly. 

You whimper gently as you stretch out your sore muscles, sitting up once again in the dark living room. “How’s work?” You mumbled with a yawn, taking the takeout container as he plopped next to you and planted a kiss on your head. 

“Doesn’t matter, m’here for you baby, why don’t I get you a bath set up mm?” He flicks on a lamp and you blink a few times as your eyes get adjusted to the light.  

“You’re too good to me, you know that right?” You gave him a peck on the lips. He smiled a bit and rubbed your side 

“I can’t even count the amount of back massages you’ve given me after a long week. I’m just repaying the favor.” He watched as you took a bite and sighed in relief, your stomach growling- likely in thanks as you hadn’t moved from your spot all day long in your blanket nest. 

“This is really good, Bear” you mumble as you chew. He hums happily at your approval, giving you one more kiss to the temple before getting up. 

“Good, I put a piece of princess cake in the fridge for you for after your bath if you want” he said on his way to the bathroom, and you could cry at the bliss that was being taken care of. 

He makes sure to clean out the tub with bathroom spray and rinse it fully, before starting the water at the very hot temperature he knew you liked after plugging the tub. He got one of the little herb sachets with different flowers and herbs and hung it over the faucet so it infused into the water, causing it to be a pretty light pink color.

From the bathroom closet he grabbed your little bath tray and set it up for you, as well as the little bath head pillow that suctioned to the tub for you to rest back on, and got those set up before taking out the waterproof electric candles and setting a few out for you for a comforting ambiance. After he put a good amount of the muscle relaxing herbal epsom salts in the bath for you, as well as plenty of bubbles the way you liked and agitated the water for you, he popped your favorite fluffy towel in the warmer. 

He cut off the water and went into the bedroom, grabbing your fluffy bathrobe and a comfortable pair of panties for you as well as the book you were currently reading from your nightstand and got them all set up on the bathroom counter for you, as well as your hair brush. He opened the bottom drawer where you kept all your sheet face masks, and picked out a bedtime one and set it on the bath tray for you next to your book. 

By the time he came back out to let you know your bath was ready you had already finished eating and were once again slumped on the couch, you figured you had pulled or overworked something in your back because even holding yourself up was proving to be exhausting very fast. “Did you want some wine my love” he crouched down next to where you were snuggled on the couch, brushing your hair from your eyes gently. 

“Yes please” you said softly. He planted a gentle, lingering kiss on your forehead before going to the kitchen. He got your favorite wine out of the fridge, popping open the bottle and pouring you a glass. He brought it to the bathroom and put it in the little slot on the tray made for wine glasses, before coming back to collect you. 

“Alright, up” he held his hand out to you and wiggled his fingers for you to take it. You sighed softly knowing moving meant pain, but when you grabbed his hand he lifted you to your feet with little effort, being sure to steady you with his other hand on your hip since you weren’t expecting it. 

“Woah” you giggled, the action having woken you from your tired state and following him to the bathroom. When you saw the state of it, you pulled him into a tight hug, kissing his neck gently. You didn’t want him to see the fact there was tears pooling at your eyes, since he hated when you cried. But the fact that he had a nearly 14 hour day, and came home to you- and still went out of his way, above and beyond to take care of you. To make you feel loved, cared for. You’d never had another partner who was so attentive and went out of their way for you how he did.

“Love you…” you muttered before pulling away with a sniffle. He cupped your cheeks, giving you a gentle kiss 

“Your towel is In the warmer waiting for you baby, I’ll get your pajamas set out for you” he gently tucked your hair behind your ear and rubbed his knuckle over your cheekbone before heading back to your bedroom, leaving the door cracked behind him. You noticed after he left that your skincare was all set up for you as well as your favorite body lotion and its matching body mist which just made you smile even more. 

After undressing you sit in the warm bath, sighing in relief as the hot water did wonders for your sore muscles, resting your head back on the comfortable pillow as you sip your wine and hum contently to yourself. For a while you just sat, reading your book and sipping your wine and after about 30 minutes when the water had gone lukewarm, and your glass of wine had been finished - you decided to drain the tub. 

Carmy heard you getting out of the bath, so he went and got your pajamas that he’d been warming in the dryer for you and got your side of the bed all made up after filling your reusable water bottle with iced lemon water.  By the time you had gotten your lotion on and did your skincare as well as brushed your teeth, the house had already been shut down for the evening. He had made sure to clean up the kitchen and living room, as well as shut all of the shades and get your coffee pot set up for the next morning like usual. 

“Hey pretty girl” he takes your hand, kissing it gently “got some warm pajamas for you, house is taken care of you just have to get in bed” he motioned to the bed where your pajamas were nicely folded for you. 

“And you say you aren’t romantic” you mused, causing him to chuckle a bit as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head 

“What can I say, I guess you bring it out of me. Get your pajamas on I’ll rub your feet for you” he said and you hum happily, closing your eyes and planting a kiss on his neck

“Can I be babied like this all the time?” You joked, he huffed a laugh, handing you your pajamas. 

“The days that I’m not too wiped out from work, I can try” he plopped down on his side of the bed with a soft grunt of relief after being on his feet all day. You slipped out of your robe, and his eyes rake over your frame as you unfolded your soft, fluffy nightgown and slipped it over your head. “Mm mm mm” he said jokingly. You giggled as you crawl on the bed, resting your legs over his lap and wiggling your manicured toes teasingly. 

“Get to massaging this isn’t a free peep show” you said and he took your ankle, bringing it to his lips and giving it a chaste kiss

“What- so you can put me to work, and I can’t even eye the goods?” he joked as he put your leg gently back in his lap and grabbing the massage oil that he’d put on the nightstand and warming some in his hands before starting to massage your foot. You hum happily, lips curling into a small smile and your eyes fluttering shut in bliss. 

“Mmmm, keep doin’ that and I’ll let you see whateeever you want” you said happily, your voice nearly a purr from how expertly he was massaging your calves and feet. “Can I turn on Big Brother?” you asked and giggle at the way his face lit up

“You really waited?! Fuck yeah I wanna see whats up put it on” he said and you smiled, shaking your head jokingly as you turned on the TV. He had whined before about not wanting to watch ‘trash reality tv’ all the time, but over the course of the many nights he came home and you were watching it - he had eventually starting asking you to wait for him to watch ‘your show’ together, and you would tease him and tell him how you thought he said it was boring and gossipy, just to get his cheeks to go that cute shade of pink.“Of course I waited, it’s our show now”

[laur-the-cat-prince]

Sketchy inspired by Obligation of Kings by @kaerwrites

[c-dragon-art]

hate at first sight

[swords-and-starlight]

i feel the need to remind everyone that Damen’s literally one of the smartest and most well-educated characters in the series. He’s extremely well-read and knowledgeable about military tactics and strategy, which if you didn’t know also includes a huge depth of history knowledge, and his talent comes from both education and years of experience. He’s smart enough to know geography and terrain information of an area he hasn’t needed to have information on in seven years, and even then, the lands they are talking about were in mainland Vere, not Delpha, so his studies were his own initiative. he has favorite poems! HE ENJOYED DEBATING OBSCURE PHILOSOPHY WITH HESTON!!! like y’all Damen is just as intelligent as Laurent, it’s just that Laurent’s intelligence is about manipulation and chess and Damen’s just a nerd.

(also people are gonna be coming for me for this one but i think Damen likes books and libraries a lot more than Laurent ever did)

[ultimatelyre]

CAPRI ficrec/masterlist

PART I (popular ones) part II (workplace AU)

$ - explicit (minors DNI) ⚡- quick read contains popular fics which you might've already read, so if you want pls check other parts!

Winged cupid painted blind ⚡- Laurent masquerades as his sister to get Damen to call off their wedding. Falls in love with him instead *facepalm, the humour is perfection in this gotta be my fav one shot ever

Last with me through the night - childhood friends/ slow burn/ single parent(Nicaise's uncle) Laurent please read this one if you have time for just one. the fluff oh god

A point to happiness - Damen texts the wrong number, best mistake of his life (Even I fell in love when Laurent tells him that bedtime story bitch. AND nicaise being a reluctant and lovely matchmaker!)

Receipts and reciprocity $ - Damen has a thing for buying Laurent stuff. Non-cringey Age difference TRUST. literally everything by this author is so good?? again, trust.

An Arranged Marriage ⚡ - political marriage, POV damen, plotting laurent is da best

Bright as lightning $ - political marriage, POV laurent amazing story

All the education that I missed $ - just read it, i dont even know how to give a summary w/out soundin SUS AF lmaoo

Concordia - hockeyxfigure skating, complicated laurent

In case of emergency ⚡- Laurent flirting outrageously with firefighter damen is a need i didnt know i had

This "ficrec friday edition" is dedicated to all the powerhouses behind well-loved fanfics in the CAPRI fandom below are some of my fav authors!

Fahye

blacktofade

kittendiamore

Josselin

id rather have you

itallends

thickenmyblood

ahdriking (blushes)

niniblack

writerofperfectdisasters ....and more for next time!!

quick note: ofc it's not possible for me to cover ALL of them! please feel free to drop ficrecs and your fav fic writers in the comments!

[barbitone]

Happy holidays!

[robbingprince]

Star-dust

“Will you—”

Damen took his head in both hands and kissed his cheek, and kissed it, and kissed it, squishing Laurent’s face in his palms, so—so crushingly overwhelmed that it was difficult to stop, to, think, to breathe. Laurent smelled like sea-daffodils and like grass and like oranges, like warm evening air and rolling hills and twinkling lights, like everything Damen could want, and he inhaled him, deep, long, drawing a punched-out gasp out of him, a yelp of surprise.

“Stop it,” he was laughing, and, “brute, it’s—stop!” but he was making no efforts to free himself, his hands over Damen’s, pressing only closer. One snuck to the back of Damen’s neck, and his eyes opened wide, looking right at him, endlessly blue. “You,” he paused, flushing.

“Sweetheart,” Damen whispered, delighted. Pasted a big, sloppy kiss all over Laurent’s cheekbone; down his jaw, to his chin, and just under it, revelling at the tiny sigh, ravenous for it. Pulled Laurent even closer, determined to kiss him unravelled, until he was trembling in his arms and melted open, determined to give him everything, to have him closest and deepest and truest and free.

“Damen,” low, his voice when it roughens, dazzling, dizzying. “Damen.”

“Yes,” he said, hysterical, “yes, sweetheart,” kissing and kissing and,

“Yours,” Laurent breathed, warm on the tender skin of his throat, “Damen, yours,” and Damen’s mind splintered around it, drowned in the joy of it, heart soaring—

The yelp was more of a squeal this time but to be fair, Damen did hoist him up a little suddenly, and Laurent was—oh, not standing anymore, but closer, finally, and his legs twined around Damen’s as soon as they left the ground and there was no flailing, no time-wasting, just graceful re-tethering that tugged hard on something in Damen’s chest and kissing was more like pecking, grinning too hard to stop, teeth to teeth, and Damen loved him so fully and so hopelessly and so earnestly that it was a bit like being kicked, a bit like flying.

“You’re ridiculous,” Laurent said, but his voice was warmed honey and his smile was even worse and Damen tore the distance still between them with a cry, pleading, closer, closer.

“Yours,” he said, a confession tucked into the crook of Laurent’s neck, “yours, Laurent, yes, always,” silly and flayed open with this, breathless.

Laurent’s hand was gentle as it guided his chin up. His face was luminous, golden-pink in the last of the light. There was something reverent about this, rolling hills behind them and the glisten of the sea ahead; something soft and frightening. It quickened in his chest, rabbiting in every direction. A row of sparkles set aflame. Laurent, in his arms: Laurent, looking at him, looking like this.

“The sun is setting,” he said, forehead resting against Damen’s. His breathing was coming in fast, belying the even tone. “Night will fall soon.”

“Night,” Damen agreed, nonsensically. The smell of sea-daffodil was rich and heady; he was very nearly swooning. “Sweetheart,” he added, helplessly.

“Should we head back?”

“Not yet,” Damen said. His thoughts tried, and failed, to reach past the length of Laurent’s eyelashes; they would glow under starlight too, silver instead of gold. It was all so impossibly soft, impossibly precious.

Laurent blinked at him knowingly. His smile was too wide; it threatened to break something, battering at Damen’s ribs from the inside to the stutter of his heart. “Not yet,” he echoed. “What shall we do in the meantime?”

And when Damen just stared, stunned with this starburst of affection,

“Kiss me,” Laurent said, chuckles interrupting the pout, and Damen could roar with how much—he was still carrying him, crushing Laurent’s body into his, careful and disbelieving, still, shot through with the thrill of it.

Helpless—

Damen took his head in both hands and kissed his cheek, and kissed it, and kissed it. Realised, with this brilliant rush: he could never get enough. “Brute,” Laurent huffed, airy, light, and Damen thought, yes,

And he punctuated each kiss with it: “Yes,” and, “sweetheart,” and, “yes,” and, “yes.”

Star-dust glimmered in Laurent's hair, in his smile. “Fiancé,” he said, his voice sweetly shy, and Damen’s toes curled with the pleasure of it. He said, “Yes.”

“Husband,” Laurent tried, and Damen dropped them both to the grass.

[makaria-blessed]

i purposely put off reading captive prince because i knew that i would get obsessed and wouldn’t be able to move on but i finally caved and read them all in 2 days and now all i do is read lamen fanfic and cry

[winmance]

Big Brother Breakdown

Auguste is not homophobic.

He knows that having to say that probably indicates the contrary, but he is not. He was raised in a very open-minded family and he always had friends with sexualities that were different from his own.

The fact that he may be homophobic didn’t cross his mind until Laurent’s coming out.

Laurent is sixteen when he comes to see him and tells him that he’s gay. Auguste doesn’t make a big deal out of it because it’s not. It doesn’t change his feelings about his brother, or the way he sees him. Yet, he can’t help how his stomach clenches and his heart misses a beat when the words leave Laurent’s mouth. Because Auguste knows men. He knows how they will play with one feeling without a care in the world and he knows that they will hurt his brother. And so he takes Laurent in his arms and holds him close to his chest, before making him promise to be careful.

Laurent does, and after that life goes on and it’s five years of quietness before Auguste’s fears become real.

Laurent is twenty-one when he tells him he has a boyfriend. Auguste is in the kitchen, cooking them his famous lasagna when Laurent walks in and sits on the counter next to him. He immediately knows something is wrong but before he can say anything, Laurent talks.

“I have a boyfriend,” he says. “I, uh, it’s pretty serious. I want you to meet him.”

The béchamel starts to burn but Auguste doesn’t even notice.

“What?”

“I invited him to Jord’s party next Friday. One of his friends also knows Jord and will be here so it won’t be weird.”

“What?”

Laurent rolls his eyes and gets down the counter. He removes the pan from the hob and throws the burned béchamel away. Auguste takes the time to look at him and he thinks he’s going to see a difference, but he doesn’t. Laurent still looks like the baby Auguste held for the first time twenty-one years ago. Yes, he’s taller and has more muscles but Auguste barely notices it. He thinks that Laurent looks so young because so far, his heart has not been broken. He has never dated anyone before, not once, he had told him so himself six months ago, when he mentioned going out with some friends to try and ‘meet someone”. Auguste had laughed. Laurent hates going out as much as he hates meeting new people, so he didn’t ask him any questions the days after.

“How long have you been dating?”

His brother stops his movement and bites his lips. A long time, then.

“We met six months ago so I… I guess we’ve been dating for almost that long.”

What does it mean? Does it mean they’ve kissed on the first date? Did they hold hands? Or does exchanging numbers count as dating? Auguste wants to ask but the thought of Laurent kissing someone makes him weirdly uncomfortable.

“I’ll order some pizza,” Laurent mumbles. “You should go refresh yourself. You look like you’re going to throw up.”

They don’t talk about it, yet Auguste wakes up every morning thinking about Laurent and that mysterious man. He didn’t think of asking for anything, not even a name, and now it seems too late to do so. Laurent has been acting cold with him, but Auguste is so caught up in his mind that he doesn’t feel like confronting him. He tries to think of every time Laurent has been going out those last six months, and he realizes that it’s a lot, compared to before. Laurent also seems more distracted, but he’s also been smiling more, especially when looking down at his phone. Auguste hadn’t thought of it, simply happy to see his brother so relaxed. He feels stupid. All the signs were there, but he pretended not to see them. Hell, there were even some nights when Laurent didn’t come home, pretending to sleep at a friend’s house, which mean s…

“Are you alright?”

Nikandros’ voice takes him back to reality. He’s in the open space and his colleague is looking at him weirdly. They’ve been coworkers for shy of one year and they do get along, but Auguste wouldn’t call them friends either. They share lunch, most of the time in silence, and they’ve exchanged a couple of texts here and here. They went out for a drink two times, and it was during one of those that Nikandros mentioned his friend being with a man.

“You have a gay friend, don’t you?”

It’s not the right thing to say. Nikandros’ face does a weird thing, like he’s about to insult Auguste which , yes, fair enough.

“My brother is gay,” he tries to defend himself. “I don’t - I had gay friends but we never talked about sex or that kind of stuff. Not because they’re gay, just becaus e… I don’t know. It’s not the kind of conversation I have with my friends.”

“Uh. Ok?”

“Do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Talk about sex with your friend.”

Nikandros looks at him like he’s gone crazy which may be the case. But it’s already Thursday, which means that tomorrow, he will be meeting that stranger who pretends to be good enough for his baby. He needs to get himself ready, no matter how uncomfortable it is.

“I do, yes.”

“What does he say? What is gay sex like?”

“Well, first of all, my best mate Damen, he’s bi, not gay. He told m e… Well, according to him, sex with men is really different. They’re like , more rough and stuff.”

“Rough?” Auguste repeats, his breathing becoming more agitated.

“Yeah. And they do more kinky stuff. Well, he didn’t say that but we all know that.”

“But does it - does it hurt?”

Nikandros looks around them and once he’s sure no one is there, he gets closer to Auguste and starts whispering.

“ Once I was with a girl and she put a finger in my ass. It hurt like hell, so can you imagine a dick? It’s lik e… It’s like taking a shit but reversed! I bet there’s blood sometimes.”

“Blood,” Auguste repeats again, his vision going white.

He can’t let Laurent do that. He can’t let him hurt himself like that! And Laurent has always suffered from constipation. Is anal sex really a good idea? He doesn’t think so. It’s dangerous. So dangerous.

“And I tell you, my friend Damen? I’m sorry for every woman and man who slept with him because his dick is huge .”

Auguste hopes to never cross paths with that man. He hopes Laurent never crosses paths with him.

“You’ll see him at Jord’s party tomorrow. I invited him.”

“Great,” Auguste says, not an ounce of truth behind his words. “Is he single?”

“You want him to meet your brother?”

“I rather die. With all due respect, of course. And my brother already has a boyfriend.”

“Damen does too! But I’ll tell you, I would like it better if he was dating your brother. His new boyfriend is such a bitch. I haven’t met him yet, but Damen is over the moon with him when the guy still hasn’t agreed to meet us! They’ve been dating for months but Damen hasn’t even done so much as show me a picture. Yet the dude has no issue leaving his stuff at his place, ordering food from his phone, asking him to come home before a certain hour, and all that shit. I’m telling you, he sounds toxic as hell.”

“He sounds like a nightmare! You think it’s serious between them?”

“Hell yeah. I was at Damen’s place last week and I saw a paper that I was not supposed to see.”

“Oh?”

“He got tested for sexual shit. This means they’ve been doing it raw and let me tell you that Damen doesn’t usually do that. I bet his boyfriend has a breeding kink or something like that.”

“A breeding king?”

“Yeah, you know like , he likes Damen to… uh… Split inside of him? And that’s not all! I accidentally opened one of Damen’s bedroom drawer-”

“Accidentally?”

Nikandros makes an angry noise with his mouth and waves his hand.

“Anyway, he has four or five different dildos? Which is insane and I know they weren’t here before! I’m telling you, his new boyfriend holds him by the balls.”

“Shit. That’s crazy dude . My Laurent isn’t like that. I don’t even think he’s being intimate. O r… Well, maybe, but not like that. He’s very vanilla stuff.”

“I hope so. One of those dildos was so -”

“Auguste, Nikandros, I would appreciate it if you keep your… private conversation for after work, please.”

Their boss is standing in front of them, her arms crossed around her chest and Auguste can see a few of their colleagues trying not to laugh . Right .

“Sorry boss .”

He goes back to his work but can’t focus, not when he has so much new information to digest. He keeps thinking about Laurent and about how much he’s willing to sacrifice for a man that he barely knows. Auguste wishes he could take away all his pain and give it to himself instead, but he can’t. So, when he thinks no one is looking, he goes online and starts doing his research.

“How to make anal sex less painful?”

“What is the best lube for anal sex?”

“How do you prepare yourself for anal sex?”

“Can you die from anal sex?”

“Gay sex without penetration”

“How to tell your brother that he should stay a virgin”

“Am I homophobic if I don’t want my brother to have a boyfriend?”

Auguste is late to Jord’s party and it’s all because of Laurent. His brother texted him during the day that he would go directly to Jord’s party with his boyfriend, given that he had spent the night over, and Auguste couldn’t think of anything else all day long . So he makes mistakes at work, which means he has to stay later , and then he accidentally spits his coffee over his pants. Nikandros and he had planned to go to the party together but they have to change their plans and it’s almost eight when Auguste finally arrives at the bar.

There are a lot of people, which is surprising because Jord isn’t one to party hard, but not surprising when he learns Ancel has been the one organizing the whole thing.

It’s not difficult to spot Laurent through the crow , his golden hair always giving him away. But tonight is different because his eyes land first on Nikandros.

The first thing he notices is that Nikandros won’t meet his eyes.

The second thing is that Damen, Nikandros’ friend that he recognized because he saw his picture, is sitting next to him, his tongue deep into Laurent’s mouth, while his hand is resting on his thigh. They have not seen him yet and Auguste feels like his blood is boiling in his veins.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he says, after way too long.

It’s like breaking a magic charm: one moment they’re all but eating each other’s mouths, and the next not an inch of their bodies is touching anymore.

“Auguste. Laurent’s big brother,” he introduces himself, even if it’s not necessary.

When he gets up, Damen knocks a few drinks over and almost hits his head on the ceiling lamp. Saying that Damen is tall would be a euphemism, and suddenly Nikandros’ words come back to him. Instinctively, Auguste looks down at Damen’s pants.

“Nice to meet you, Sir.”

Damen has extended his hand for him to shake, but Auguste stays frozen. That same hand had been on his baby brother just a few seconds ago when Mister Big Dick was devouring him alive.

“Sorry about that,” Damen says after a moment. “We… Laurent was telling me that he passed his year and we got carried away.”

“You didn’t tell me you had your results.”

His tone is way more accusatory than he wanted it to be. Damen sits back down. If they were in a cartoon, there would be smoke coming out of Laurent’s ears with the way he’s looking at Auguste like he wants to kill him.

“I just got them today, Auguste. I wanted to wait and tell you in person. By the way, this is Damen. Even if you didn’t ask for his name.”

“I know his name,” he says, before pointing to Nikandros. “He’s my coworker. He told me lots and lots of things about him.”

Damen makes an awkward laugh and looks anxiously in Nikandros’ direction.

“Good things I hope?”

“Let’s drink, shall we?” Auguste says instead of answering the question.

Auguste doesn’t talk to Damen, but Damen does talk to him. He tells him he’s twenty-six (five years older than Laurent), that he has his own car (which Laurent doesn’t, which means that either Damen has been picking him up, or he’s making his brother take the bus to get to his place. The thought alone makes Auguste even angrier), and that he’s working for his father as a salesman in his insurance company (which means he’s a good liar). Damen talks, but Auguste observes him, too. He sees that Damen drinks easily , already being on his second beer when Auguste has barely touched his own. He also sees that Damen is tactile, always touching Laurent here and here, and even strangely, Laurent seems to like it, leaning into the touch whenever he can.

He can see his brother is happy, and that’s almost enough to make him forgive Damen for , well, existing. That’s it before one of Jord’s and Damen’s friends sits down next to him. He’s clearly drunk, enough to be a dick but not enough to be incoherent.

“So this is the new guy you were telling us about! Hell dude , he’s even sexier than you said!”

The man , that Auguste didn’t even bother remembering the name, winks grossly at Damen. To his credit, Damen does seem embarrassed, though not as much as Laurent who looks like he wants to crawl into a hole and never comes out.

This is what you chose? Auguste wants to ask him. This is who you think is worthy of you?

“I didn’t say sexy,” Damen tries to defend himself.

“So I’m not sexy?”

“Yes, yes, you are. But I didn’t use that word. I would never.”

The man spits the beer he was drinking all over his shirt.

“Since when?”

‘Since I love and respect Laurent? And I never used that word for anyone. Stop being a dick.”

“Yeah, yeah, maybe. Sorry. It’s just, it’s so new! I mean, six months? That gotta be a new record! You never keep them around for so long!”

“We were not meant for each other. Not the way Laurent and I are. We’re soulmates.”

He’s holding Laurent’s hand in his , doing little circles with his thumb on the back of it. He must have noticed how uncomfortable Laurent was and now he’s trying to calm him down which is - it’s nice. It is.

The man finally leaves and Ancel takes his spot. Because they haven’t seen each other in what seems like forever, they have a lot of catchup and Auguste can almost pretend not to see Damen kissing Laurent’s neck, or the way Laurent pushes his head back against him when Damen tries to stop. His brother has been drinking, far less than any of them of course, but still enough that he doesn’t mind being so intimate in front of everyone. It’s like discovering a new Laurent , one that Auguste didn’t even know existed.

“Why do you look at him like that?” Ancel asks.

“Uh? Who?”

“Damen.”

“I wasn’t looking. What do you mean like that ?”

“Like you want to take his head off. He’s making Laurent happy. Shouldn’t you be happy too?”

He should, yes. And he is. It’s just that this is all so new and Damen is jus t… Big and scary. Auguste has been wondering all night if he could take Damen down if they were to physically fight , and the fact that he can’t answer for sure doesn’t sit right with him.

“ Oh you’re like one of those moms, aren’t you?”

“What? What moms?”

“The ones that think no one is good enough for their perfect little boy and who lowkey want to date their sons.”

“I don’t want to date Laurent!”

“No, but you don’t want Laurent to love another man as much as you. It’s ok. Weird but ok. You’re an overprotective mom, that’s all.”

And that’s… Well, that’s true. Auguste has never thought of it, but outside of his brother’s pain, there’s been his own pain. Laurent had never been close to their parents, and so Auguste had taken both of their roles, loving him with every inch of his soul and body. Laurent has always looked up to him, as if Auguste was that kind of superhero, and their love for each other has always been so pure and so deep, that Auguste is scared that it will disappear now. That Laurent has found another man capable of giving him the stars and yet looking at him like he’s the whole sun.

He can see Damen loves him, with the way his eyes shine when he looks at Laurent. And he can see Laurent loves Damen, too.

“Oh, so your brother is better than me?” Damen says.

Auguste frowns and focuses on the discussion in front of him.

“Of course he is. Auguste makes the best hot chocolate ever. Yours is good, too, but not as good as his.”

And then Damen laughs, throwing his head back while he slides his arm around Laurent’s shoulders before kissing him on the forehead. Laurent’s face turns to a dark shade of red but he’s smiling, and Auguste feels that soft feeling in his chest again.

“I’ll teach you,” he says to Damen. “So you can do it right.”

“It’s not necessary,” Laurent says. He’s looking at Auguste now, his blue eyes staring directly at Auguste’s own. “You’ll always be here to make them for me, won’t you?”

“Always and forever.”

The rest of the night goes better. Auguste successfully exchanges more than two words with Damen, more for Laurent’s sake than anything else , and when it’s time to leave, he even mumbles something about having Damen over for dinner. Laurent, as expressive as ever, only smiles before kissing Damen on the cheek.

Because he has some self-preservation, Auguste goes outside and waits in the car for Laurent to finish his goodbye. When his brother comes back , his cheeks are red, his lips are swollen , and his eyes are shining with happiness.

“Do you like him, then?”

“We will see. He’s no t… Unpleasant. But Laurent, you need to be careful, alright? The stories I heard about him…”

“And about me?” Laurent challenges him. “I’m sure Nikandros had a lot to say about Damen’s new boyfriend, didn’t he?”

Auguste doesn’t answer but he gets Laurent’s point of view. Perhaps he shouldn’t take everything Nikandros tells him as the truth. When he sees that it won’t do him any good to try and talk Laurent out of this relationship, he starts the car and turns the music down.

“Oh no,” Laurent says.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You’re going to give me the talk, are you not?”

Laurent has always been too clever. He reads Auguste so easily that it’s hard to remember they’re not sharing the same brain sometimes.

“Is Damen your first… U h… First?”

“I’m not answering that.”

“Laurent!”

“Oh my God, yes, he is. But it’s none of your business!”

“Alright, alright. I’m not gonna give you the talk , I jus t… I did some research that I would like to share with you.”

“Research?”

“So, lube: when is it too much? Never. You should use one whole bottle each time you have sex.”

“ Auguste shut the fuck up or I’m jumping from the car.”

“I locked the doors. I bought different brands, all water-based. It’s really important , Laurent stop trying to open the windows, you must use one that is good for your body.”

“I’ll not have sex with Damen if you stop talking.”

That, of course, shut Auguste down immediately. When he looks at Laurent, he’s looking back at him, a smile on his face.

“You’re happy for me, then?”

“Of course I am.”

He can see the tension leaving Laurent’s body and the way he finally seems to relax.

“Good. I thought you were homophobic for a moment. Got me really worried.”

"I'm not homophobic!"

[oh23]

does the capri fandom have any insanely good fics like the holy trinity or smth ?

[judeid]

The Captive Prince fandom is hosting a Prompt Meme Kink Challenge! If you have ideas for a fic, feel free to add them as prompts if you'd like to write a fic, participate and get inspired by the prompts. Have fun!

[thecapricunt1616]

Kinktober Day 8 🎃

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 (𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭): You sat up on your elbows, running your fingers through his blonde curls and playing with them, coiling them around your fingers and tugging them lightly. “Gosh you’re so fucking pretty baby, look so fuckin pretty between my legs” you breathed. It was impossible for his cheeks to get any pinker, the flush had run all the way down to his toned chest. 

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hola Hola! Welcome to kinktober day 8/31 (pretend I remembered to post yesterday) I hope you're all having a good time! Once again thank you for all the love & notes on all previous days leading up to now i'm giving you all forehead kisses, *muah*! If you'd like to see my schedule/masterlist for this celebration click right 🎃here🎃; & if you'd like to also check out my masterlist for Promptober 2024 click right 🦇here🦇. & If you'd like to be added to the taglist for either celebration, comment on the according masterlist & I will add you! 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.2k+ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Oral (F-receiving) No use of y/n, pet names, swearing 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: @/𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗸𝗮-𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀 & @/𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀

“Just like that- fuck Carmy-“ you cried out, back arching off the bed. Lewd slurping and slurping noises were coming where Carmy was nestled between your legs comfortably, having worked you up to three fingers and god only knows how many orgasms tonight. 

He was nearly there too, just from the taste of you and the words coming from your lips. 

You sat up on your elbows, running your fingers through his blonde curls and playing with them, coiling them around your fingers and tugging them lightly. “Gosh you’re so fucking pretty baby, look so fuckin pretty between my legs” you breathed. It was impossible for his cheeks to get any pinker, the flush had run all the way down to his toned chest. 

He hummed at the compliment, gaze fluttering down as he flattens his tongue and drags it across your cunt sloppily causing your abdominal muscles to tighten and contract. A whine left your throat, head falling back and tugging your bottom lip between your teeth as you held his head and grind into his face, causing him to moan into you. 

“Tha’s it pretty boy just stay still- fuck just stay still- almost there” you whined out, and he did as he was told, sucking and slurping at your clit as his fingers curled against your gspot in a pattern that was going to bring you to the peak in no time. “Oh my - fucking god Carmy” you shout as another orgasm washed over you, and all you could do was lay back and take it. 

After having so many- there was no fighting it, no matter how overstimulated and puffy your cunt felt- his mouth felt too good, you couldn’t possibly tell him to stop.  “So good so good- so good bear you’re so fucking- ah!” You squeak, feeling yourself gushing around his fingers and he groans, slurping over his fingers as they fucked in and out of you. 

He tongued at your dripping hole, moaning at the taste of the creamy release covering his fingers. “So fucking sweet” he moaned into you, his voice muffled by your folds as he continued lapping at them. You squirmed a bit, the overstimulation setting in so in turn he let his other forearm pin your hips down to the bed, nose bridge nudging at your clit as he continued to suck on your folds. 

“Holy fuck baby I thought I fucking passed out - that mouth is magic” you giggle a bit and he huffed a chuckle into you, nose glistening with slick as he lapped his tongue back up to your clit and swirled his tongue over the throbbing nub, looking back up at you and enjoying your blissed out expression. 

“I fucking love those eyes”  you cupped his warm cheek, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone and he smiled a bit into you, pulling away and looking up at you, mouth and neck wet with your cum 

“Can I finish in you?” He asked, using his arm that had been holding your hips to wipe his chin and the sight made you clench around him which drew a chuckle “I take that as yeah?” He asked 

“Fuck yeah” you said eagerly. You whined at the loss of his fingers, although overstimulated- still feeling empty. It wasn’t for long though, as he lined himself up and since he’d been fingering you for well over half an hour he sunk inside more then easily, moaning hotly at the feeling and biting at his lip harshly to keep himself from cumming straight away. 

“So fuck- so fucking wet” he groaned, thrusting slowly, sensually. “So warm babe- my god” he stammered out, pulling out nearly to the tip before thrusting back in fully and you whine, grabbing his hand and pulling it to your throat. He smirked a bit, giving you a light squeeze before bringing his lips to yours and kissing you deeply, stroking your throat with his thumb as he thrusted in, deep and slow. 

“No matter how many times I stretch out this pretty pussy y’r always so tight f’me mm?” He purred in the shell of your ear and you whine, back arching off the bed when he hit that spot. 

“Y’look so fuckin pretty like that angel, fuck do it again I wanna see your legs shake” he grinds his hips into yours in a way that made you see stars, cock seated fully inside of you, the ridges and bulge of his tip and veins massaging against your most sensitive spot. Carmy’s name fell from your lips like a prayer, toes curling and spine arched. 

“Carmy-Carmy-Bearbearbear please” you begged him to continue and he was watching you, jaw dropped at the beautiful sight beneath him. The way you gushed around him when he nudged the right spot had a smirk curling on his lips. 

“Yeah? Like that princess? Fuckin’ love it when you squirt all over m’dick like that” he rubbed at your clit with his thumb in tight quick circles, using his 4 fingers rested over your abdomen to add pressure in a way that made your head spin. He grunts as you squirm, making a mess all over the sheets and his stomach and abs glistening in your juices. 

“Such a good fuckin’ girl, my good girl” he thrusts hard and fast, the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin as well as your whiny little ‘ah-ah-ah-ah’ grunts each time the tip of his cock kissed your overstimulated g spot. “M’so fuckin close holy shit- fuck pussys suckin me in baby fuuuuuuck” his head fell back in bliss, chain snapping against his chest with each hard thrust. 

He grabbed your hips, holding them roughly, curls stuck to his forehead and bouncing with each hard thrust. “M’so fuckin close- shit so fuckin close baby” he muttered, wrapping his arms around the backs of your shoulders, holding you flush to him, chest to chest. 

“Fuuuuuck jus’like that baby just let me fuck you like this shit” he thrusted up into you, kissing the top of your head in thanks as he grunted and moaned, your pussy clenching around him in ways he hadn’t felt before. “Mm you fuckin’ like this ye’? Like a doll- my own little fuck doll mmm?” He said softly in your ear, the difference in his movements and words palpable. 

“I’m yours- I’m yours” you manage to get out between pants, that crease between your brow deepening and nose scrunching a bit as you got closer and he chuckled a bit 

“Mmm I know that face- I know that pretty face angel- cum w’me” he panted, thrusting up harder and you cry out, nails digging into his shoulder which only spurred him on more. “Tha’s right angel, fuckin mark me up go ahead. Tha’s a good fuckin girl- fuck” 

As he felt you gushing around him once more, he seats himself to the hilt, as deep as he could and unleashes his load with a hot whine that he tried to cover up with a grunt, knees nearly buckling so he carefully laid you back on the bed with a sigh of relief before thrusting a few times to milk himself fully inside you so you’d be dripping with him. 

“That was amazing bear” you said softly and he smiled bashfully, laying with you. He always got like this after sex, coy and shy. 

“Really?” He asked softy, gently drawing patterns into your skin with his fingertips as you laid together. 

“Absolutely, bear” 

Fin

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more sketches inspired by this fic. T-T