#pri responds

[prisiidon]

Zora may,

More like Zoras may i kiss u

A-

[prisiidon]

Ooh it'd be neat if domains esp deep ones are somewhat connected or known of between eachother!! IM SO DOWN FOR YOUR DOMAIN LORE CASS-

Caeruleis is really far away rIP, may not have much to do with them, but could just tolerate but are uneasy dfgdfhgf. (sure know about Bernael now, blacklisted lol).

Though I do have Viscera being a deep noble that could have some ties! Archon tho... Their whole deal is sort of an enigma that nobody else knows (but Deep Sea Empire could know some of it 👀) Mayhaps comes as a guest? Harsh power fish squad 🤝

I wanna build more on the lore of the Deep Sea Empire, and the domains owned/aligned by them. But I don't know who would want to be a part of that haha

[pri-rp]

"oh... eheh. Oops?" I... didn't mean to break her. Maybe she's not as... far along as myself?

Though... There's something being said here beyond the obvious. "Sorry, I'll give some space."

[corvidaedream]

had two doctor's appointments in a row, a job interview, and then had drinks w my brother so i could finally meet his gf (first time she & i have actually been in the same state at the same time) so im now the most exhausted ive ever been, BUT! shit's finally in motion wrt quitting my job and getting a new one AND medical transition goals stuff! and also my brother's girlfriend is very nice! so day was worth it

[nina-ya]

nina!! a little against the rules but for the ask game, what about you pick a couple questions that you just really wanna answer and share? :D🤍

PRIS!! oh you're really putting me on the spot here hehe lets see.....

Ask Game

10. Any unusual fears?

FISH!! I get so scared of fish last time I went scuba diving I almost cried and had to exit the water early LMAOOO

63. How did you come up with your URL?

well you see... im a law simp.... that's all that's needed to be known tbh

46. do you follow any steryotypes of the groups you're a part of?

im a loud annoying latina woman LMAOO i also hit many many curbs when I'm driving

5. what do you think others would consider your most distinguishable feature(s)?

hair!! My hair is long and i often get complements on it!

42. how did you meet your best friend(s)?

im actually on face time with her right now LMAO we met in organic chemistry 2 lab and we just clicked

[ace-malarky]

Breathe

In which Olizaar has a perfectly understandable reaction to his future being yanked violently out of the direction he thought it was going

(pertaining to things I Have Not Yet Written in the main story of this because it's really hard to have focus when your co-writer thinks the thing is dead lmao)

~~

 Olizaar sits in the corner of the closet and has to remind himself to breathe. Maybe he’d breathe anyway, but it gives him something to focus on.

 Anything other than the fuss happening above his head.

 Distantly, he hears a dragon roar. Promithio, probably. He’d always been more vocal about – everything.

 Olizaar had thought he’d resigned himself to this reality, if not accepted it.

 The door of the closet creaks open. Olizaar tenses but it’s only Kiri poking his head in.

 The kid spots Olizaar – he hasn’t made much of an attempt to hide himself – and slips in, closing the door behind him. Mihin isn’t with him, and Olizaar is grateful for the drake’s absence. He doesn’t think he could take looking at a dragon right now.

 Kiri clears himself a space to sit at an angle to Olizaar, feet close to touching.

 Olizaar watches him, flinches at another roar, waits. Focuses on his breathing. Feels like he should be moving. He’s always moving. Olizaar never stops, normally. But here he is.

 “He wasn’t pleased when they found me, either.” Kiri offers him a lip bitten smile. “I think I made the concept too real.

 Olizaar frowns. “I didn’t intentionally do this. It was Nyssa’s cliff raptor that brought the egg out of its – whatever that was.”

 Kiri shrugs. “And I didn’t intentionally bond with Mihin, but there you go.”

 Olizaar shoots him a narrow look. “You’re different on your own.”

 Kiri hesitates, then smiles. “Fewer people make it easier.”

 “I meant without Mihin.”

 “Ah.” Kiri looks down. “Well, that…”

 “I don’t think Ishal – well, I can’t imagine her any different. I’ve only known her after she had Mals.”

 “And now–”

 “Don’t say it.” Olizaar cuts him off, holding up a hand. “Please.” His breath catches in his throat and Olizaar coughs like that would clear it.

 “Sorry.” Kiri draws his knees up to his chest. “Maybe I’m not… I just thought…”

 Olizaar flicks a glance at him and suppresses the flicker of irritation. He’s tired of – it isn’t fair.

 Kiri shakes his head before Olizaar can say anything else, which is perhaps just as well.

 One of the dragons roars. Not Promithio, Olizaar thinks. One of the others. They don’t roar nearly as often so it’s hard to say who it is.

 “It doesn’t have to change you,” Kiri says. “But I think we change anyway. Having a dragon doesn’t make it out of nowhere, not… not really.”

 “They just make it a different sort of change, right?” Olizaar laughs, the sound bitter. “And you can’t say no.”

 “Maybe you could.”

 “That would please Promithio.”

 Kiri snorts. “He’d be affronted you didn’t want it.”

 Olizaar tilts his head back against the wall. “Contrary son of a fuck,” he says, almost fond.

 Kiri laughs.

 Olizaar smiles in his direction. “Thanks.”

 Kiri shrugs. “Anyone would’ve.”

 Olizaar snorts. “You think the best of people too easily.”

 “Isn’t it better too?”

 “Don’t you get… disillusioned by people proving you wrong?”

 Kiri tilts his head as he thinks. “People haven’t, on the whole.”

 “Maybe you’re just a good judge of character then. You can tell who’s good for you.”

 Kiri laughs. “Maybe.” He reaches out a foot to tap Olizaar’s. “That includes you, you know.”

 Olizaar wrinkles his nose. “Sure.”

 “No, listen, you can’t say my judgement is good in one breath and then doubt it in the next.”

 “I said good, not infallible.” But Olizaar is laughing, and it finally feels as though the tension releases itself.

 It’s at that moment, of course, that Ishal pokes her head around the door.

 “There you are. Kiri was supposed to bring you back.”

 “You didn’t specify after how long,” Kiri replies.

 Ishal scoffs, clearly amused. “You two have spent too much time around each other.”

 Olizaar forces a grin. “Bad influence, right?”

 “No,” Ishal says. “It’s a good thing, Oli. You always will be.”

 Olizaar avoids looking at anyone by using the moment to get to his feet.

 Kiri scrambles to his feet. “Have they…?”

 “Reached a decision?” Ishal asks. “Not exactly.”

 “What does that mean?” Olizaar asks.

 “That when the egg hatches, it will be the hatchling’s choice to be wild or bonded.”

 “That’s… insane. So I just have to not be there when it hatches.”

 “Have your eyes on a penta like mine?” Ishal reaches out as if to ruffle his hair, but Olizaar is just out of range.

 Olizaar laughs at her. “Every boy’s dream, right?”

 Kiri taps at Olizaar’s elbow. “And – listen, Promithio is – well, he’s not all bluster, but – I can stand with you, if you want.”

 Olizaar does ruffle his hair, and Kiri submits to it with a sigh and a grin. “You really are the best of us.”

 “Well–”

 “No, he’s right,” Ishal says. “Now come on. They’re waiting.”

 Olizaar steps close enough and grabs Ishal into a hug before she can instigate it. “Thanks,” he says, face pressed into her shoulder. He has to bend slightly, but it’s worth it.

 “It’s Kiri did everything,” Ishal says into his arm. “Hey, Kiri, c’mere.”

 He stutters out some kind of half-hearted excuse that doesn’t stop him stumbling in easily when Olizaar tugs him.

 “Thanks,” Olizaar says into his hair.

 “I didn’t do much,” Kiri mumbles.

 Olizaar snorts and claps him on the back as they disengage. “Sometime you’re going to have to accept a compliment, you know?”

 Ishal laughs and steps back out of the closet. “Come on.”

 “Yeah,” Olizaar says. “Yeah, we can do this.”

 Kiri bumps shoulders with him and smiles. “Just remember to breathe, right?”

 Olizaar nods, squares his shoulders. “Right.” He leads the way back up the tunnels to where the dragons wait.

[screampied]

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader, husband nanami, cunnīlingus, fīngering, dirty talk, talking through it, squīrting, praise, mdni.

husband nanami who loves to rub his wedding ring against your sopping folds so your pussy always remember who it belongs to.

“she’s so pretty,” he’d whisper against your soaked entrance, feeling you throb against the silver band that wraps around his thick finger. nanami’s breath was airy hot, it fans against your slick heat and makes you intake a single sharp breath. you’re languidly laid back against the cushioned mattress, openly gawking at him merrily playing between your legs. “you’re prettier though sweetheart,” and you shudder, feeling his balmy lips plant a single kiss against your cunt. “mmh,” and a cobwebby string of sap drags out to stick onto his lips at the sloppy contact. nanami continues to rub his pearly band up and down your slit slowly, maneuvering enticing circles against your pulsating clit as he feels you writhe. “how’s it feel, my love?”

“don’t—stop, ‘ken,” you whimper, fishing a hand through his shaggy blond strands. dimples crease near the corners of his lips as he smiles, flicking his tongue against your poor twitching nub. “fuck, r.. right there, more.”

nanami lets off a breathy chuckle and the air that exits from his lips aerates onto your drooling folds. you’re soaked, and as his lips hungrily latch against your clit, he gives it a romantic french kiss. “whatever you want, wifey,” he purrs, such tease dripping underneath his tone. pretty lashes of his flutter shut as his right hand remains right between your thighs. nanami feels your cunt throb even faster once the frigid ring repeatedly smears against your pudgy folds. up and down, he’s gradual and slow — feeling his own dick in his slacks twitch at the sounds of your sloshing cunt bounce off the walls. “my, my, seems like our girl’s still got quite the mouth on her today.”

your legs struggled to stay pried open and he found it so cute. it was just the way your body would always respond to him, he knew exactly how to make you squirm and shiver. with a soft smile, nanami spreads your plump folds apart with two fingers—giving it a soft succulent suck.

“mmh,” and his eyes close before opening again, admiring how much your pretty pussy resembles a blooming flower. “aw, sweetheart. you’re looking away from me, don’t do that,” and his voice was a tauntingly deep rasp. it was husky, and as he’s prodding a lengthy finger against your slit, you whimper.

“eyes on me, eyes on kento—hey you,” and his voice lowers the exact moment you meet his lust filled gaze. butterflies swarm through your tummy and you gulp, feeling your chest tighten. at that moment, you throbbed and he felt it right against his flat tongue. “good girl.”

“k- ken.. ngh,” you whine, locking your quavering legs around his neck. nanami’s teeth gingerly nip at your tender folds as he inserts his ring finger inside of your saturated cunt. you quickly squeeze and clamp around his digit that’s slowly pumping itself inside. the band of the ring tickles around your tender skin and your legs grow weak. “ ‘m gonna c- cum again, kento—fuck.”

bringing his lips toward your sensitive clit once more, he gives it a few passionate kisses. aa his eyes close—he’s so into it. nanami’s imagining it’s your lips he’s kissing, swirling his tongue around and sucking at your pulsating nub. he could almost taste you.

glossy glimmering strings trail down the crevices of his lips and he hums, sliding in another finger. “hold it, sweetheart. hold it for me,” and his voice was husky, baritone hiding underneath each word he spoke. nanami’s soft fawn eyes flicker back up toward you before he gives your cunt a playful encouraging pat. “can you do that? be a good girl ‘n wait a little longer?”

“kento—hngh,” you whimper out, feeling your back arch against the velveteen pillows that sink beneath your weight. the air felt substantially thick as you’re getting closer and closer, and your ears started to hear nothing but pure white noise.

nanami’s fingers were insanely long, and he’s twisting them both around inside of your pussy in mouthwatering clockwise circles. “fuck, fuck,” and he chuckles, feeling you grab onto his hair.

messy blond tresses of his tangle within your fingers as he slowly guides his tongue up against down against your cunt. so sweet. as he’s multi-tasking, each time he delves his digits in and out, you feel a shortness of breath. his fingertips waste no time at reaching your g-spot and that’s all it took for you to nearly lose it. “ah, so squirmy today,” he purrs as the button tip of his nose brushes against your soddened folds. “go ‘head then i guess, honey. you can let got f’ me. ‘s okay.”

“k- kento.. oh my goddd,” you moan, slouched back against the cushioned mattress. it’s as if time stood still. everything felt carnal - your pupils were blown and you found yourself gnawing on your lip. you knew your orgasm was coming but like always — you were never prepared.

it comes in waves, roiling crashing waves that made your body succumb once the waters hit. the ‘water’ being your cascading slick that drenches nanami’s entire mouth from the chin down. you gush out abruptly as your legs still wrap around his face, letting off the most melodic shrilling whine.

“there we go, that’s it princess,” he whispers, still having his lips attached to your honeyed cunt. by now, he’s slipped out his fingers but presses his ring finger right back against your convulsing clit, rubbing it back and forth . .

the squelches that left out of you were loud, and he can’t help the curving smile that spreads against his lips. “there she goes,” he softly says, staring as you succumb to your long awaited orgasm. it felt like shockwaves ran through every spasming vein in your body as you leisurely grew limp. he’s still between your legs, and he licks his pink lips with an even hungrier grin.

“mhm, sweet as always, honey,” and you moan, watching nanami bring his ring finger up to his pursed lips, the same finger that was just buried deep inside of your pussy only a few seconds ago. within a blink of an eye, it disappears into his mouth as he licks the slick of you right off, his tongue gliding across the wet insipid band of his ring that drips with your sap. “you always feed me so well.”

“k- kento.” you moan, the stickiness between your legs making you pulse even more. nanami hums, glancing down underneath you and at the soaked sheets — creating a damp grey spot with how you made quite the mess from his tongue and he simpers.

pressing his thin lips together, he gives your sopping cunt one final kiss. “shhh, i know baby. i know,” and as you’re still trying to catch your breath, nanami goes back to eating you out. like the starved man he was. but this time, he’s spelling out letters with the pointed tip of his tongue. not just any letters though - he’s spelling out those same seven letters he asked you the day he got down on one knee — marry me?

“hng, don’t stop kento, please,” you whimper, your sensitive folds making you continuously heave irregular breaths in and out. his tongue curls all around, rummaging through each part of your gripping pussy before he sucks hard, earning a squeak from you.

“don’t plan on it,” he whispers, wrapping his mouth around your clit. nanami was still slow and gentle nonetheless—and it doesn’t take long before he’s already starting to get pussy drunk. a sleazy grin compresses against both corners of his lips as he continues to spell out those letters with his tongue. the salacious zigzags and curls he forms with just the tip of his tongue makes your toes curl and as you give him one more yank by the hair, he hums.

“mhm. already proposed to you, so why not propose to this pretty pussy too.”

[noosayog]

haikyuu boys and their number one princess <3

ft. iwaizumi, suna, and osamu

--

Iwaizumi 

“Are you still mad?” 

You fold your arms over your chest harder, cross your legs tighter, and crane your neck further, only letting out a loud and dramatic exhale in answer to his question. 

Iwaizumi says nothing else, but takes one hand off the steering wheel to offer it up to you. 

When you leave his hand hanging, his fingers wiggle towards you in a “come here” motion. You put a closed fist into his hand. 

Your boyfriend says nothing but at the next red light, he pries your fist open and twines his fingers through yours. Then, he uses his other hand to force your now spread fingers tightly closed around his. 

“There,” you hear him huff quietly to himself. 

You’re really no longer mad, just feeling a bit petty but he doesn’t need to know that. 

Suna

You can’t believe him. The nerve of his diva ass to leave the house after the argument he picked. It takes a hot shower, a face mask, and a good nap to just get your frustration under control and that’s when your phone finally rings. 

“What?” you answer brutishly. Eye for an eye. 

Rintaro’s quiet on the other line. 

“Well, are you gonna say anything?” 

He sighs and you’re this close to hanging out and taking another shower. “I bought the toilet paper.” 

“Oh, great. Want me to compliment you? Thank you for doing the bare minimum-” 

“You know…” he cuts you off. “It was your turn to buy the toilet paper.” 

“No, it wasn’t. You always have the first and third weeks of the month today’s…” you trail off once you glance at the calendar. 

He sighs again. “Anyway, I’m coming home soon. Bye, babe.” 

He hangs up before you can respond. 

Okay, so what if he was right and you were wrong. Why would he hang up on you like that? He’s such a petty jackass-

Your phone lights up with a text. 

Do you want your coffee or are you still feeling like a bitch?

Osamu 

Osamu’s already laying in bed, scrolling on his phone, when you finish brushing your teeth. With every intention to show him how mad at him you still are, you plop angrily onto your side of the shared mattress and curl up with your back to him. You give him one pointed glare before turning back over, flipping the covers over yourself so aggressively, it pulls them right off of Osamu. 

Your boyfriend says nothing, bless his soul, before sliding towards you and putting an arm over you in an attempt to spoon. You throw his arm off, inching even further away. 

You hear him exhale one deep and painful breath before he yanks your phone out of your hand and manhandles you so that you’re laying in the middle of the bed on your back. 

“What’s your- oof” 

He rests his entire body on top of you, forcing your limbs to starfish out to accommodate his weight. Then, he continues to scroll on his phone with you under him. 

“Get off!” 

“Not ‘til you get rid of that attitude.”

You shove at his stomach but he doesn’t budge, happy to crush you to sleep. 

It takes monumental effort to bite back a smile when he asks you, “all done?”

“No,” you say petulantly. 

“Good. I can do this all night.”

[sunoo-bby]

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[jaylalolz]

❛ 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 ❜ . . . nicholas chavez

BESTFRIEND!reader x BESTFRIEND!nicholas 𝜗𝜚

SUMMARY, nicholas can’t keep his hands off his best-friend.

WARNINGS, smuttyyyy

A/N, have fun reading, angels. 💋

He sits up between her spread legs and runs his two fingers up her slit. She jumped when he passed by the collection of nerves at the top.

"You’re so wet for someone you call your best-friend" He whispered, peering up at my eyes.

He proceeded to very gently move his two fingers up and down, and she responded with a deep gasp. Every light touch made her thighs tremble, and it was driving her insane. He was practically torturing himself by running his fingers over her.

She complained and thrust her hips upward, but he quickly pushed them back down to the mattress and used his firm grip to pin them there. "I know my princess we're getting there." He mocked her desire for him to give her a more intense touch. "I need you to be good and stay still for me."

She tried to remain motionless as he requested, but her chest rose and fell with each deep breath. He drags her two fingers down again and then abruptly slides them all the way inside her. She lets out a gasp, taken aback by how quickly it happened. His two long fingers were shoved all the way within her, and she gripped around them.

She expected him to begin pumping them in and out, but instead he removed them entirely and brought his now-wet fingertips up to her clit. He began carefully circling the bundle of nerves right away. She opened her mouth, taking a strong breath in instead of out. His locks dangled over his forehead as his eyes shot up to her to see her reaction.

Her legs collided with his heated breath before her mind could register what was about to happen. She realized it would leave a mark as his hands abruptly curled around her thighs and pried them even farther apart, the points of his fingers jabbing into her flesh.

Her gut jerked and her entire body arched as his tongue went up her center. He pressed his mouth against her tightly and rolled his tongue straight to the collection of nerves before she could even begin to register the strange sensation of his sharp tongue traveling up her slit.

"Fu-" her breathing interrupted the delicate action before she could even finish her swearing as her back arched off the bed. Without holding back, he went straight into her clit with a wonderful rhythmic roll of his tongue. Her wrists shook in the cuffs over my head, and her eyelids pinched shut.

He placed her legs over his shoulders, reaching lower and squeezing a firm grasp around her outer thighs and hip bones. With a deep inhale through his nostrils, he caressed her with his tongue, sending a surge of ecstasy up her neck and into her veins. Her legs are spread across his long back as she chokes on her groan and tosses her head back into the cushion.

She felt a jolt in her stomach as he moans at her center. She quickly exhaled and stretched, but his firm hold held her body motionless. His grasp would only get firmer and his clutch would bury her deeper into the bedding every time she moved her hips automatically.

"Nick fuck-" she cried out while her legs shook.

"Does that feel good, pretty girl ?" He rasps into the blazing air, massaging her clit and fingering her at the same time. she nods

Her entire body was tense; she couldn't continue in this state for very long. She yelled his muffled name, "Cum for your best-friend, give it to me," and then it abruptly stopped her in her tracks. The whole trembling, hunching over, breathing stopped.

Her head tossed back, suddenly realizing that the brief three-second stop was the climactic release between her legs. It was amazing how overwhelming it was. At the height of her climax, her body remained flexed, but everything else in her stopped.

“Fuck we have to do this more often, baby”

[thesecondhandwoman]

im craving some fluff fic right now, and I think you're going to nail this one. how about a stubborn Sevika not letting the reader take care of her when she's sick? it's like she's hiding from the reader and acting tough or silly when she's clearly not okay.

𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑶𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼

Sevika x f!reader

Synopsis: A cold has recently been going on around the Undercity, and when Sevika catches it, she as stubborn as ever to try and ignore her feverish state, ultimately leading to you dealing with a messy bundle of sass.

Request: Anon 🤍

A/N: Just a short yet silly fanfic of Sevika and a running fever (it was fun to write).

It started with a cough. Just a little thing, scratchy and low, like she’d swallowed the end of a cigar wrong. You wouldn’t have thought much of it if it weren’t for the way Sevika immediately shut up afterward, like she was waiting to see if you noticed.

You did.

The problem was that she noticed you noticing, despite her hope that you’d think she had only fallen quiet over the noise of the bar.

“Doll,” she warned, lifting a hand as if that would stop you from speaking. “Don’t.”

“Sevika—”

“I’m fine.”

Ah, here we go.

The woman had been acting off all day. She wasn’t touching her drink (which, in itself, was a glaring red flag), her usual sharp scowl had dulled into something more sluggish, and worst of all, she was being too quiet. Sevika was never loud, but she always had something to say, even if it was just some grumbled remark about how stupid someone was being. But now? She just sat there, arms crossed, looking miserable but too damn proud to admit it.

You folded your arms. “You’re sick.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You’re literally sweating.”

“It’s hot in here.”

“It’s the middle of winter.”

She huffed, shifting in her seat at the bar. “Then someone should fix the damn heat.”

“Sevika.” You reached out, brushing the back of your hand against her forehead before she could swat you away. Her skin was burning. You gave her a pointed look, but she just glared right back, as if sheer willpower would convince you that she wasn’t, in fact, dying of fever.

She turned away. “I’m fine.”

“Yeah? Prove it. Stand up.”

Sevika scoffed and pushed herself up from the barstool, only for her legs to buckle beneath her immediately. If you hadn’t caught her, she would’ve face-planted right onto the grimy floor of The Last Drop.

“Uh-huh. Fine, my ass.” You tightened your grip on her waist, helping her stay upright while she grumbled against your shoulder. “C’mon, big mama. We’re going home.”

Sevika groaned, but she didn’t have the strength to argue, not when standing up alone had already proven to be too much effort.

She was sick. Really sick.

And you were about to have the worst time convincing her to let you take care of her.

The next challenge was actually getting her home.

Sevika, even half-dead with fever, was as stubborn as a damn mule. She refused to let you carry her, claiming she could walk just fine on her own. That was a bold-faced lie, of course. She nearly tripped over her own feet twice before you started guiding her yourself, one arm around her waist as you led her down Zaun’s damp alleyways toward her apartment.

She didn’t make it easy.

“You—you’re making a big deal out of nothing,” she slurred, leaning heavier against you with every step.

“Yeah? You just tried to pick a fight with a mailbox.”

“It was looking at me funny.”

“Sure it was.”

She made an irritated sound in the back of her throat but didn’t argue further. Probably because she knew she’d lose.

By the time you finally got her inside and onto her bed, she was half-asleep, mumbling under her breath about how you were “too bossy for your own good.”

“And you’re too stubborn for your own good,” you shot back, rolling your eyes as you pried her boots off. “Now stay put while I get you some medicine.”

Sevika didn’t respond. You thought she had actually, finally, fallen asleep—until you came back with a glass of water and found the bed empty.

Your eye twitched.

“Sevika.”

No answer.

You checked the bathroom. Nothing.

The kitchen? No sign of her.

It was only when you turned toward the closet that you noticed the faintest shuffle of movement in the shadows, realizing this large woman of a girlfriend was hiding in a closet that could barely fit half her size, especially with her clothing.

You sighed. “Are you seriously hiding from me right now?”

“No.”

A blatant lie.

“You are sick,” you said, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Get back in bed.”

“I don’t need to be in bed.”

“You almost passed out earlier!”

She grumbled something incoherent, but when you stomped over and yanked the closet door open, she just squinted up at you, her tall frame awkwardly hunched in the cramped space.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

She blinked. “Hey, doll.”

“Bed. Now.”

She groaned but didn’t resist when you pulled her to her feet and shoved her back toward the mattress. She collapsed onto it with a sigh, one arm thrown dramatically over her eyes.

“You are so difficult,” you muttered, draping a blanket over her.

Sevika just huffed, her breathing heavy. You could tell she was exhausted, no matter how much she tried to act otherwise.

“You wanna keep pretending you’re fine,” you said, voice softer now, “or do you wanna let me take care of you?”

She hesitated.

Her pride was probably waging a violent war against the undeniable fact that she felt like shit. But after a long moment, she shifted, peeking at you from under her arm.

“Just this once,” she muttered.

Your lips twitched. “Oh? Just this once?”

“Shut up before I change my mind.”

You chuckled, brushing some of her damp hair away from her forehead before pressing a cool cloth against it. She melted under your touch, though she’d never admit it.

“See? Not so bad, is it?”

She grumbled but leaned into your hand.

You’d take that as a win.

For the next day and a half, Sevika was in absolute hell. Not because of the fever, but because she had to endure you fussing over her.

You forced her to take medicine.

You nagged at her to drink water.

You made her soup, even though she swore she hated soup (yet somehow, the entire bowl mysteriously disappeared when you weren’t looking).

She complained the entire time.

“Stop hovering.”

“I’m not hovering.”

“You’re literally watching me breathe, doll.”

“Making sure you still can breathe, actually.”

Sevika groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “This is worse than the fever.”

“Oh, bite me.”

“I would, but you’d probably shove a spoonful of medicine in my mouth the second I opened it.”

“Damn right, I would.” You teased, half-jokingly.

Still, for all her grumbling, she didn’t stop you.

And when the fever finally broke, and her strength came back, she sat at the edge of the bed, rubbing a hand over her face.

“Ugh,” she muttered. “I feel like I got run over.”

“You look like you got run over,” you teased, ruffling her already messy hair.

She scowled but didn’t swat your hand away. Instead, she glanced at you, something unreadable in her gaze.

“Thanks,” she said gruffly.

Your lips curled. “For what?”

She sighed, rolling her eyes. “You know what for.”

You grinned. “Say it.”

“No.”

“C’mon. Just say it, baby.”

“Absolutely not.”

You poked her cheek. “Sevika.”

She grunted.

“Vikaaaa—” you cooed her name, a smirk playing on your lips as you leaned into her.

She groaned, pushing your face away. “Fine. Thanks for taking care of me, you insufferable brat.”

You beamed. “Was that so hard?”

“Yes. Excruciating.”

You laughed, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to her forehead before she could complain. “You’re welcome, you stubborn thing.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t hide the small, almost reluctant smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Maybe, just maybe, she’d let you take care of her again next time.

Even if she would make you drag her out of the closet first.

A/N: BIG MAMA.

[prisiidon]

Trick or Treat! Maybe fish will do instead of candy, this time!

!! I need to limit my candy intakE thank you for the fish so pretty! TTvTT

[windyremedy]

puppy pleads

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

scenario: realizing that katsuki does everything you want ft. my dad with the dog he said he didn’t want

Takeshi Bakugou compared to his other siblings listened to his parents the best. Not that the others don’t but by far he’s the quickest to respond doing whatever they asked, whether it be to go sleep on time or help sweep the floors. But one thing’s for certain and something he probably got from his father is that he’s unshaken when he sets his mind to something and that something he wants is a pet, a companion if you will.

But no matter how much times he asks and pleads they always seemed to tell him no. Well more specifically his dad refused, telling him that they’re too messy and require a lot of work. Takeshi understood that they probably couldn’t afford taking care of another living being especially since they had their hands full with his baby sister but c’mon he was feeling lonely. After his oldest brother left for U.A early and his other brother busy with presedential club duties things were just too quiet for his liking.

Don’t get things twisted though he didn’t feel left out with his parents. In fact he adores his baby sister and loves being an older brother after being the youngest for so long but can’t a boy just get another pal?

“Mom can you please convince dad to agree.” he begged as you sat there amused on a kitchen stool, feeding Asami a spoon of baby food.

“Love he tells me no too y’know.” you informed laughing slightly at his incredulous expression.

“Impossible!” he exclaims in total disbelief.

“It’s true, remember when he was on that one long month mission and you wanted to gonna sleep in our room because you missed your dad so much you wanted to sleep on his side of the bed because it smelled like him.”

“Yeah what about that time?” he asked skeptically.

“I asked him for a specific snack but it was already too late to get anything.” you replied wiping Asami’s messy mouth.

“But then he bought some coming home though, a few days after he got back he secretly ordered online and got them for you.” Takeshi pointed out with pinched eyebrows and a detective pout.

“Oh! I guess you’re right. Well there was also the time where I wanted to get another plushie for Asami but he said there was already too many.”

“Uh huh and he bought that too when you weren’t looking.” he confidently retorts.

“But….”

“Got you that too…”

“Also…”

“Surprised you…”

“That time…”

“Actually…”

And many more instances where you remembered Katsuki had told you no but actually in fact got what you wanted anyway.

“Okay! okay, maybe he doesn’t say no to me a lot.” you admitted, now realizing that fact.

“At all.” He corrected.

“Fine, I’ll ask your dad but I’m not promising anything kay? now can you please get more tissues before— wait Asami no!” you pried her little arms from trying to eat the food around her face with her palms.

“Kay!!” Takeshi smiled avoiding the messy onslaught and already looking like he just got what he wanted.

three months later

“Dad you can’t be giving Snowball too many snacks.” Takeshi laughed at the sight.

The small little puppy laying peacefully on the large hulking figure whose expression can send enemies running was a whiplash to see for sure. He had just gotten back from school and the new addition in to the family seemed to be fitting in perfectly. Takeshi knew just a couple weeks after his mom asked that his dad would give in.

“He wanted a treat, I can’t not give him a treat. What do you want me to do? not give him a treat? I have to give him a treat.”

“Okay dad.”

©windyremedy

[pri-rp]

It had been fun, but everything was winding down into more social matters. As such, Peach left the room for just a moment, only to come back with a wheeled trolly helping her bring in a cake that was at least as tall as she was. Paper plates and forks too, and of course, a knife to cut the slices with.

The princess in Pink raises her voice with a big smile. "Surprise surprise Everyone," she says it in a way that's insinuating there likely are folks here who expected this, "But I made cake! Please, enjoy!"

[brokenmenswhore]

a proposition: a departure | poly!marauders

#6

pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader (james, remus, and sirius, featuring alecto, dorcas, evan, lily, and mary)

warnings: not proofread, smut (MDNI 18+), rough sex (biting/bruising/choking)

────── ☾ ──────

Sirius,

You all probably guessed I'd do this again. I know it's never gonna happen between us. But now, you have to know that whenever you do get Y/N, I had her first. Good job playing favorites, Black. Next time maybe don’t be so desperate.

I really thought that coming back, things would be different, but you lot aren't worth my time anymore. Tell Lily I said bye. Tell Dorcas to fuck herself.

-Marlene

Sirius squinted in the sunlight as the wind breezed through his hair, the cigarette between his fingers wafting smoke into Remus's face as Remus finished reading the letter.

He passed it to James, who read it quickly before dropping it onto the bench Sirius was seated on. James leaned his back against a tree as he sat on the grass. "Well shit."

"Guess that problem is gone now," Sirius said, blowing out smoke.

“Why’d she even come back in the first place?” James asked, “just to spite you?”

Sirius shrugged.

“Guess Ilvermorny still had a spot for her,” Remus said.

“I really couldn’t give a fuck where she goes,” Siri snapped.

“Upset she left again, Pads?” Remus teased, knowing he was poking the bear.

“Fuck you,” Sirius responded.

“You can’t seriously be this mad just because she fucked Y/N.”

Sirius didn’t respond, he just did his usual deflection: taking another drag from his cigarette.

“Is it like a power play thing? Cus she’s a little younger?” James pried, “is that why you like her so much?”

“I do not like her so much.”

“We’re your best mates, Padfoot, we know you.”

Sirius took a deep breath. “What do you want me to say, hm? Yeah, I’m pissed Marlene fucked her, but only because I feel bad that Y/N had to endure that shit.”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Remus smirked.

“Shut up,” Sirius snapped.

“Cool off,” James said, “Remus has also fucked Y/N. Multiple times. Are you gonna rip him apart with your teeth for it?”

Sirius just sighed and ignored the question.

“Just talk to us,” Remus pleaded, “tell us what’s going on.”

“She doesn’t know I’m the one Marlene fell for,” Sirius said, his hair falling in front of his face as he stared at his hands in his lap, “I mean, she might have figured it out, but I never told her. I doubt anyone else did.”

“What does it matter if she knows?” James asked.

Sirius took a deep breath. “It doesn’t. Never mind.”

“C’mon man, don’t shut us out,” Remus pleaded.

Sirius stretched out his back and tucked one side of his hair behind his ear. “I’m not.”

“Padfoot.”

“Moony.”

“Padfoot.”

“Moony.”

“Fucking talk to us.”

“I am talkin’ to you.”

Remus threw his hands up. “Okay, okay. But whatever the fuck is happening with you and Y/N is gonna have to come out eventually. It’s easier if you just say it now.”

Sirius contemplated, and James and Remus thought they got him to the point of speaking, but instead, he took the lit end of his cigarette and pressed it against the edge of the parchment from Marlene, watching as it burned away in his hands.

“Good riddance,” Sirius said.

────── ☾ ──────

If Marlene’s plan was to shake your confidence, it was working.

The day after you had sex with her, she bolted again. You tried not to think so self-centered about it, but you had a gut feeling that you were involved in her decision somehow.

“Am I bad at sex?” you blurted out.

You and Remus sat alone on a hill, the only two of the group who weren’t attending a brunch in the great hall.

“What?” Remus replied, “why would you ask that?”

“It’s just, you know- you know Marlene and I did it, and then the next day-“

“Stop right there,” Remus said, “Marlene has always been, and will always be, frustratingly complicated. Don’t blame yourself. Some of us are actually pretty thrilled she left again.”

You shrugged. “I just get the feeling I had something to do with it. Is that selfish?”

“Not at all,” Remus said, and contemplated for a moment before saying, “you didn’t do anything wrong. She was destined to hate you from the moment she learned Sirius was the one who wanted you first.”

“Why?”

“C’mon, Y/L/N, I know you’re smarter than that.”

If you were being honest with yourself, you knew. If you thought about it, it wasn’t hard to decipher. Marlene always sat next to Sirius, made comments about her time with him, and it would help explain her disdain for you. You remembered how vague Sirius was about her every time she came up, and how he didn’t specific who she had left over when you asked him that first day she came back.

“So it was because of me,” you sighed, “I caused all this drama.”

“If you really wanna trace the root of the blame, I’m pointing the finger at Sirius,” Remus smiled.

You pouted, but Remus continued, “no one is to blame. Marlene has always been a firecracker.”

You let the words sink in, but Remus could still tell something was off.

“We’re all really happy to have you around,” Remus said, nudging your shoulder with his own.

You let out a deep breath. “Is Sirius mad?”

“Why would Sirius be mad?”

“I don’t know.”

“Sirius is complicated. But he never reciprocated what Marlene felt. Never wanted what she wanted. And Marlene doesn’t like to take no for an answer.”

“So what happened? She pursued him and got upset when he said no?”

Remus sighed. “She didn’t tell anyone what was going on, she just kept going to Sirius. They fucked a lot, but she never let on that it was anything more for her. We all agreed we wouldn’t let it get there; she should have called it the second she started feeling it. One night, we were all hanging out, and a couple of girls came over and started flirting with Sirius. He’s always been a flirt, the smooth bastard. We all knew he wasn’t gonna do anything, but it bothered Marlene. She got in a really physical fight with one of the girls.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah. The girl said she didn’t know Sirius was dating her, and Marlene said she was. Sirius got mad, and Marlene started shouting about how it should have been obvious that she was in love with him. When she stopped yelling, she told Sirius that she wanted him to be exclusive with her because she has feelings for him, and that she didn’t want him to sleep with anyone else. Sirius said no.“

“So she left?”

“She didn’t speak to any of the guys for four days. Then she tried to flirt with Sirius’s brother in front of him. Yeah, everyone outside of the group was off limits, but Sirius’s little brother was super off limits. Still is, so don’t get any ideas,” Remus winked at you, “Sirius and Marlene got in another fight, and she literally got on her knees and begged him to date her. I kinda felt bad for her, honestly. He turned her down again, and she threw a lamp across the room. The next morning, she was gone, and Dorcas found a note saying she was spending the rest of the semester, and probably another one, at Ilvermorny in America. And that was that.”

You nodded slowly. You couldn’t help but pry. “Why’d he say no?”

“What?”

“Why’d he turn her down? I mean-“ the sentence was lost in your throat.

“Sirius isn’t that kind of guy,” Remus said.

A moment of silence.

And then, “well, at least he wasn’t.”

“Meaning?”

“Sirius isn’t the crazy sex-fiend everyone thinks he is,” Remus said, “never was. He’s got the lowest body count of any of us. James has us all beat at this point. Anyway, Sirius was never a settle-down-with-one-person kind of guy. It takes him a while to get fully comfortable with someone. It took a full year after we started having sex for him to even take his shirt off in front of me. He’s gotten a lot more confident since then, but still, that person has always been inside. So when he did get comfortable with someone, like he is with everyone in the group, all he wanted to do was have a good time and not worry about it. He’s also pretty fucking horny all the time.”

“Is that why he hasn’t tried anything with me? He’s not comfortable?”

“Nah, I don’t think that’s it,” Remus said, leaning back on his hands in the grass, “I think he doesn’t know how. He’s different with you.”

“You keep saying shit like that,” you said.

“Because he was always so insecure, Sirius has never been, even with his newfound confidence, someone we ever expected would willingly suggest someone to add to this group. But he wanted you.”

You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “Why?”

“I think he’s feeling something a little unfamiliar.”

“Do you always speak in riddles?”

Remus laughed. “I think he likes you, not in the way he likes Dorcas, or Evan, or Lily. Maybe not even me. I think you make him feel in control- like what he says or does matters. Like one small look has an impact on you. That’s not something he’s used to.”

You took a second to process everything you had been told. You had Sirius completely wrong. All you wanted was to give him a hug.

“You’re also wicked hot,” Remus added, “so that probably helped.”

You smiled and nudged his shoulder to show your appreciation for him lightening the mood.

“So you never answered my question,” you said, changing the subject slightly.

“Hm?”

“Am I bad at sex?”

“You must be kidding,” Remus said.

“Avoidance tells me everything I need to know,” you joked.

Remus giggled. “‘Course you’re not bad at sex, baby, otherwise I wouldn’t be so damned obsessed with you.”

Remus leaned over and bit at your neck, pushing you until your back was against the grass.

“Rem!” you squealed, playfully pushing him off of you.

Remus continued to nip and suck at your neck, refusing to let up.

“Remmy! We’re outside!” you protested.

“If you don’t want me to fuck you, you shouldn’t be calling me Remmy,” he nearly purred, “you know what it does to me.”

You shrugged. “Maybe.”

Remus growled as he leaned down to kiss you. “Someone horny?”

“I get,” you let out a breath, fighting through the embarrassment, “I get like that on my period.”

You thought it would turn Remus off. It did the opposite.

He kissed you, pressing you even more into the ground as he hungrily gripped at your hips.

“Rem,” you tried to catch his attention between kisses, “Remmy, we’re still outside.”

Remus stopped to look you in the eyes. “And?”

You nearly whispered, “I’m not gonna fuck you outside, Remus! We could be seen.”

“I really don’t care.”

Remus leaned down to kiss you again.

“I’m on my period, Remus, Remus-“

“Don’t care,” he said between kisses, “don’t care that we’re outside,” kiss, “don’t care about your period,” kiss, “full moon in two days,” kiss, “I want you now.”

“But the blood-“

“I don’t care,” kiss, “about the blood,” kiss, “if you don’t,” kiss, “it actually,” kiss, “makes the wolf in me,” kiss, “need you even more.”

You couldn’t help it, you started laughing.

“The wolf in you?” you giggled, “that sounds so ridiculous.”

Remus just watched you laugh.

“I can’t believe,” deep breath through the laughs, “that you’re literally a wolf.”

When your breathing calmed down and you blinked up at Remus, he was smiling down at you in adoration.

“You done?” he asked.

You giggled. “You’re a wolf.”

“Mhm.”

“And isn’t Sirius a dog?”

“Baby.”

That caused your breath to hitch for a moment. “You called me baby again.”

Remus’s smile just grew. “Mhm.”

A throat-clearing cough sounded behind you.

You both looked behind you to see Sirius standing there, a book in his arms, and no cigarette to be seen.

“I’m a little busy, Pads,” Remus said, squinting slightly in the sunlight.

“Professor McGonagall is asking for you,” Sirius said matter-of-factly.

Remus bowed his head into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath before kissing your shoulder and hoisting himself up. He flicked Sirius’s chest as he stepped past him to go toward McGonagall’s office.

You sat up and smoothed your hair out, trying to look decent as Sirius sat next to you in Remus’s spot.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Sirius said, only a slight inflection of unseriousness in his voice.

“You didn’t, you didn’t,” you responded, “wasn’t like I was gonna have sex out in the open.”

“Kinda seemed like it,” Sirius smiled.

You turned to him. “You’re not gonna ask me about Marlene?”

“Do you want me to?”

You looked off into the distance. “Not really.”

“Then we don’t need to talk about it,” Sirius said, swinging his bag onto the ground in front of him, and pulling out two crepes.

“Here,” Sirius said, gesturing one toward you.

“Where’d you get these?” you asked.

“Stole ‘em from the kitchens.”

You blinked in confusion. “What were you doing down by the Hufflepuff dorms?” The Hufflepuff dorms were next to the castle kitchens.

“Stealing crepes,” he said casually.

“You went all the way to the Hufflepuff hall just to sneak into the kitchen and steal crepes?”

Sirius shrugged. “Or maybe I went to find you, and had to pivot,” he said, turning to you and winking.

You blushed, just like you always did when he even so much as looked at you.

Sirius tilted his head like a puppy, lifting your chin and looking into your eyes. “You still gettin’ all blushy around me?”

“Shut up,” you said, taking one of the crepes from him.

When you were both about a quarter of the way through your crepes, you broke the silence to say, “now I’m thinking it’s weird if we don’t talk about it.”

Sirius nodded and set his crepe on the ground, shifting so that he was sitting facing you, his legs crossed beneath him. He shook the sugar off of his hands and looked to you expectantly.

“Why didn’t you tell me she had feelings for you? Is there some reason you didn’t want me to know?”

Sirius took a moment to think through his answer. After taking a breath, he said, “Marlene and I have a complicated history.”

“Remus told me what happened,” you said.

“I didn’t want to put you in the line of fire.”

“I can handle myself,” you said, “I feel like I deserved to know.”

“You did,” was all Sirius said, “but I didn’t want you to have a skewed perception of me.”

You cocked your head to the side. “Why would I have skewed perception of you?”

“Because I would have had to explain that I turned her down because I don’t do relationships,” he said, “but- fuck, Y/N.”

“Why would that matter? I already knew that going into this, Sirius. What aren’t you telling me?” you asked as gently as you possibly could.

Sirius didn’t speak. He leaned forward, and in a split second, was on you, pressing his lips against yours.

You instantly molded your lips with his, one of your hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer.

He growled lowly as his hand found the side of your head, holding you as he moved his lips against yours. He slightly pushed your head even closer to his own, eager and hungry.

His tongue asked for entrance, and you parted your lips, allowing his tongue to find your own.

Just as Sirius started to unfold his legs to lean over you more, a group of fifth year Quidditch players ran up the hill behind you, laughing and talking loudly.

You and Sirius pulled away from one another like you had just been caught red handed, and stared into the distance.

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You nearly screamed as you woke up to a hand over your mouth. You blinked your eyes open to see Remus looming over you in the darkness.

“Relax,” he whispered, and when you nodded your head up and down, he uncovered your mouth.

“What are you doing here?” you whispered back, “how’d you get in?”

“I had my ways,” Remus said, “I need you. Now.”

You squinted your eyes toward the clock above the dormitory door. “It’s twelve-thirty in the morning, and I have dorm mates.”

“I cast a silencing spell. They won’t hear,” he said, stroking your hair gently, “please. I need you bad.”

“At twelve-thirty in the morning?”

“Y/N, for fucks sake, I’m trying to hold it back right now, but there’s a full moon tomorrow night, and it’s literally taking everything in me not to just rip your clothes off. I only have it in me to ask once. I need you. Please.”

Heat and wetness pooled at your core as you observed the ravenous look in Remus’s eyes. You had heard many anecdotes about how crazy Remus became with sex before a full moon. It made you unspeakably horny.

“So take me, then.”

Remus growled as he nearly pounced on you, straddling your waist as he kissed you hard, pulling your clothes off of your body as quickly as he possibly could.

He ripped the buttons of your nightshirt as he pulled the fabric apart, exposing your breasts to the cool night air.

“Mine,” he said, his voice low and deep, as he licked and nipped at your breasts.

He kissed a trail back to your neck and bit down, not hard enough to draw blood, but not the softest he could either. You whined, and it only egged Remus on more.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, baby,” he whispered into your ear.

"Period," you said, "remember?"

"Only making me harder," Remus admitted.

He trailed his hand down your navel and rubbed his thumb over your lower stomach, watching as you shuddered in anticipation. He moved his hand lower, but completely avoided your core, opting to shift to your thighs and lovingly rub the skin there.

You swallowed hard, your want growing desperately as you waited for him to touch you where he needed you most.

When he moved his hand again, he traced above your folds, but still refused to touch you where you wanted.

You bucked your hips in hopes that it would move his hand, but he wasn’t budging. He grinned as he watched you. “You want something?” he teased.

You were so desperate that you could cry. “Please,” you gasped out.

“Please what?”

“Please, Remmy, touch me,” you begged.

Remus gripped your hips hard and flipped your body so that you slammed down on the mattress onto your stomach. You squealed in surprise as he hoisted your ass upward. You lifted your front up on your arms and turned your head to watch Remus dive in between your legs.

Moans spilled from your lips as he tasted you like you were his last meal on earth. He was not gentle at all. His tongue moved faster than you thought it possibly could. The intensity had your spine lifting and dropping as you breathed heavy, and you nearly couldn't stand it.

You knew that asking for anything would only add to his arousal, and you wanted to see the full extent of near-a-full-moon Remus worked up. So you whined, "Rem, I need more."

Remus chuckled. "Already bein' so rough, baby. You want more? You think you can handle it?"

You nodded your head furiously against the pillow. "Please, I'll be good."

Remus, without teasing or warning, slid two fingers inside of you and knelt behind you, leaning over your back so that his voice was directly next to your ear. You cried out at the feeling of his fingers fucking into you, and he growled into your ear, "yeah? You wanna be a good girl? Someone feeling submissive?"

There was something about a man kneeling beneath you and focusing on your pleasure that did, in face, make you feel a little submissive. You didn't always want to be, especially now that you were comfortable enough with se to be experimental, but Remus was being so aggressive and possessive and you liked him so much.

"Yeah," you whimpered, "please."

"Please? Please what? Be a good girl and use your words," he taunted.

"I'm gonna come," you nearly gasped.

Remus increased the pace of his fingers, biting your shoulder as your walls pulsed around him. You pressed your face into the pillow, but Remus yanked your hair, pulling your head backwards. You rested on your neck, which was uncomfortable, but completely worth it to be manhandled.

"I wanna hear you," he said.

You squeezed your eyes shut as your orgasm hit you hard, coating Remus's fingers as he withdrew them from you.

He brought them to his lips and sucked the come and blood from them. You turned your head and watched as he cleaned his fingers, ridding them of any period blood.

The orgasm felt almost the same, but the pleasure helped rid your stomach of the constant knots it was doing this period cycle.

Remus bent back down behind your ass and licked a stripe on your core, causing you to shudder and your thighs to shake.

"You taste so fucking good," he said.

"Sadist," you joked.

"Not quite," Remus said, kitten licking the blood dripping down your thighs, "werewolf."

Remus got up and knelt over you again, one hand anchoring himself against your hips, and the other holding him up next to your head. "Mine," he said, harshly slapping your ass.

His eyes did not leave your face. He gave himself a few strokes of preparation, lined himself up to you entrance, and slid himself into you, all without drifting his eyes once.

Your back arched. You felt a cramp begin to hit your lower stomach, but as Remus thrust all the way out and then fucked entirely back in with one harsh stroke, the pain subsided.

Your body jolted forward, and he did it again. His thrusts were rough, almost as if he was trying to see just how deep he could bury himself inside of you.

He grabbed your hair and pulled so hard that your back hit against his chest. He wrapped the hand around your throat while the other held your hip, holding you against him as he roughed you as rough as he possibly could.

"Mine," he said, nipping at your neck.

You moved one arm behind you to tangle your fingers through his hair and keep him close to you, the sweat and heat from his body giving you an anchor to reality.

"Mine," he chanted like a mantra, "you're fucking mine."

You twisted your head to the side to kiss him, and his hand traveled from your throat to your jaw, holding you there as he stuck his tongue into your mouth, maintaining dominance of your entire body.

He pulled away for a moment, said "need you closer," and pulled out of you, motioning for your to twist around.

You shifted on your knees, and Remus placed your arms around his neck. "Hold on," he said, scooping his arms under your thighs. You instinctually wrapped your legs around his waist, and he backed up off the bed, standing tall as you clung to his body.

He fucked back into you again, gripping your ass as he moved your body in tandem with his.

He kissed you again, and you held onto him as closely as you could, leaving absolutely no room between your bodies.

"Tell me you're mine," Remus moaned.

You could barely speak from the intensity and the new angle. You just whined in response.

Remus, knowing he was strong enough to hold you up with only one hand, moved his other hand to grip your jaw and force you to look at him. "Fucking tell me you're mine."

Something told you that near-a-full-moon Remus was not to be denied.

"I'm yours," you whimpered.

"Say it again." He fucked you faster.

"I'm yours."

"Again."

"I'm yours, Remmy."

Remus kissed you roughly as he pounded into you, and you could tell he was getting close. His groans and grunts in your ear pulled you to another orgasm, and just as yours hit, Remus came with a roar.

He pulled out of you and fell forward onto the bed, trapping you between the mattress and his body.

"Fuck," you said.

Remus took a moment to look your body over, and be gently kissed any bruising on your shoulder or neck. "'M sorry, baby."

Trying desperately to catch your breath, you choked out, "woulda stopped you if I didn't like it."

Remus let out a satisfied hum and kissed you softly.

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The next morning, you rushed to the Gryffindor dorms and waited for Lily to open the door. The moment she did, you enlisted her help to cover the bruising on your neck. Your shoulder was covered by your uniform, but you most certainly did not want to walk around the castle with what looked like a hickey.

You thanked her once it was covered, and followed her to the Great Hall for breakfast.

The group was in high spirits since Marlene left again, Dorcas especially.

As you sat down, you heard Sirius ask Remus, "so where did you disappear to last night?"

Remus finished chewing and then said, "wanted a snack."

"The fuck does that mean?" James asked.

Remus just shrugged his shoulders. No one was discreet about sex, but Remus didn't know where your comfortability level was. You didn't know it, but he was also playing it very safe around Sirius, who he knew might kill him if he learned that Remus left you covered in bruises.

"I wanted a snack," Remus said, "I look like I fuckin' speak in riddles?"

James threw his hands up. "Bloody hell, maybe."

Sirius said, "like in the kitchens?"

Remus smiled. "Almost."

You blushed as he looked to you and winked.

James caught the wink. "Merlin's beard, Y/N, you really do have your favorites."

"Hey hey hey," you said, "in my defense, he came to me."

"Take it easy, James, it was his last night before he goes to the Shrieking Shack, remember?" Lily said.

Sirius whipped his head toward you, then to Remus.

Dorcas let out a high, cheer-like noise. "Congratulations on getting to experience full moon Remus, Y/L/N! It's pretty fuckin' sexy, wouldn't you say?"

"Yeah, I nearly bruise when it's me," Mary added.

"Me too! Luckily Remus is really careful not to actually bruise, but bloody hell he's rough. Ain't that right, Remus?" Dorcas smiled.

Remus only smiled and winked at you.

Lily added fuel to the fire. "You guys can't notice concealer for shit, huh?"

You were blushing like crazy, fighting to stop yourself from curling into a ball of embarrassment.

"No fucking shit," Dorcas said, pulling one side of your shirt collar and exposing one of the bruises on your shoulder, "Remus!"

Remus threw his hands up in the air. "Listen, she said she liked it, ok? Don't hate the player."

"You said you bite the headboard to keep yourself from biting us!"

"She said she liked it!"

"So you just bit her?"

"Maybe."

You hid your head in your hands.

Dorcas pat you in the back. "Good for you, Y/N. The innocent little Hufflepuff might be the biggest freak of all of us."

You smiled at Dorcas as she resumed eating her breakfast.

The group moved on, talking about exams and gossip, but when you looked to see Evan speaking next to Sirius, your eyes caught on Sirius's. He was looking straight at you.

You raised your eyebrows in a way that was meant to ask him what he was looking at you for.

Are you hurt? he mouthed.

You nodded your head no. Promise, you mouthed.

Still, he didn't seem to relax. His nostrils flared as he maintained his staring at you. You furrowed your brows in a way that was meant to ask him what else he was still staring at you for.

He turned away.

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"You good?" Remus said, setting his robe down on his desk as he slumped down in his chair.

"Fine," Sirius nearly seethed.

"Man, you've been pissy all day. What's going on?" Remus pried.

Sirius took a deep breath. "You know what."

"I don't."

"If you're smart, you should."

"Well I'm dumb, so enlighten me," Remus challenged.

Sirius took a deep breath and turned to Remus, his hands leaning on the back of his own chair. "You fuckin' covered her in bruises."

Remus sat up a bit. "That's what this is about? Are you fucking serious?"

"You promised the girls that you wouldn't hurt them near a full moon, Remus. You fucking lied to them."

"No no no," Remus stood up, "that's not what this is about. You couldn't give a fuck if I lied to the girls. No, you're mad because it's Y/N, aren't you?"

"I'd be mad if it was any of the girls." Remus only pursued the girls near the full moon, in part due to wolf mating rituals, and in part because it was too easy to hurt the boys if he was too rough too fast.

"I don't believe you," Remus said.

"Boo hoo."

Remus stepped closer to Sirius. "You were literally the one who made 'no feelings' a rule."

"I do not have feelings for Y/N," Sirius defended.

"Oh, I'm sure."

Sirius stood tall. "You've got her walking around looking like you fucking beat her up, Remus, I'm allowed to be mad."

Remus took a deep breath to try and keep his cool. "It's not like I threw her around against her will, Pads. She liked it."

Sirius didn't respond.

Remus stepped closer to Sirius "She liked it so fucking much. She was begging for more before I even fucked her proper. And she's even hornier on her period."

Sirius turned so that he and Remus were face to face.

"C'mon, do it," Remus challenged.

But he knew that Sirius wouldn't hit him. He knew that, at the end of the day, Sirius was aware when he was acting out of turn. Sirius had no claim on you. He just hated that it felt like Remus now did.

"Fuck off," Sirius said, turning away and digging through the bag set on his chair.

"You have feelings for her. I honestly didn't think you were capable."

"I'm not," Sirius said.

"Admit it."

"No."

"You're mad because she's walking around with my bite marks on her body and not yours, and you're mad because she turns to me when she wants to be fucked."

"You tryna bait me, Lupin?" Sirius seethed.

"Maybe."

"Stop."

"C'mon, Sirius, talk to me."

Sirius sighed. His voice came out soft and concerned, a complete 180 turn from the rest of the conversation, as he turned to his best friend in the entire world. "How can you be sure you didn't hurt her?"

Remus smiled softly. "I promise you I would have stopped if I thought I was hurting her more than she wanted or could handle."

Sirius let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding in. "Okay."

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LOVERS LAKE

✸ pairing : luke castellan x fem!reader

✸ synopsis: you & luke escape to the lake and away from counselor duties!

✸ warnings: pre-tlt, established relationship, kissing, me believing whole heartedly that i can fix him

✸ authors’s note: ignoring that it’s literally christmas & this is so summer-coded, charlie bushnell brought back my original series luke obsession so here you go 🙈

the lake was arguably the best place to be at camp half-blood, even for someone who hated the water and was all but dragged their by somebody else who loved it.

that someone was you, and the somebody else was luke.

that boy loved swimming in the lake like the stars love sitting in the sky, and the only thing that made it better was when you were there with him.

between knowing that fact and the pleading look in his pretty puppy eyes, how could you say no?

so now you and him were in the lake together, on a rare escape from your responsibilities as counselors during rec time. you may or may not have been hiding from your campers by staying hidden by the boathouse that stored the camp’s supply of canoes.

you were clinging onto the wooden dock while your boyfriend swam about, still putting on your angry facade at him after he threw you in the water initially.

was the way he scooped you up in his big strong arms and grinned like a little kid when he jumped in with you absolutely adorable? yes. did that mean you were going to let him get away with it? absolutely not.

pouting with your arms wrapped around the dock leg, you watched as the boy’s head disappeared underwater, not missing the mischievous glint that lingered in his eyes beforehand.

and just as you had expected, a wet head of dark curls popped up just beside you. just to be annoying, he shook his head like some kind of dog and laughed when you scrunched your face up at the flying drops of water.

the little loser laughed at you. now you were definitely mad, and would’ve crossed your arms and harrumphed if you weren’t still holding on to the dock like you’d die if you let go.

“are you ever gonna leave that poor dock be and actually come swim with me?” he asked, batting his pretty long eyelashes like he was pleading for you to do what he asked.

“go away.” you grumbled, looking away from him.

“aw, c’mon sweetheart.” he cooed, his tone teetering between teasing and sincere.

you felt familiar hands wrap around your waist as luke pried you away from the dock, ignoring your words of protest.

“you are literally going to drown me.” you frown as you have no choice but to hold onto him.

look, it wasn’t that you couldn’t swim, it was just that it was going to take one hell of a monster chasing you to make it happen.

“oh my gods, i am going to die.”

you were now out of arm’s reach of the shore, left with nothing but your boyfriend to keep you afloat. dam it.

“would you relax? i’m not gonna let you drown.” he chuckled, smiling at your antics as he kept both you and himself afloat.

“well you pushed me in, so you may as well.” you responded, sticking your chin up in dramatic negligence.

“hey, it was push you in or get caught and have about seventeen campers join us. which would you rather have?”

the first option, obviously, but you weren’t going to tell him that.

instead, you stuck to the silent treatment, which meant luke was left to his last and final resort.

“guess you leave me with no choice then,” he feigned a regretful sigh, even though you both knew he was ecstatic to do what he was thinking.

“wha- no. no no no no!”

luke had let go of your waist for no more than two seconds before you had screamed and clung onto him for dear life, your arms tightly wound around his neck and legs around his waist.

“i’m going to kill you, castellan.” you grumble, unable to see his reaction as your cheek was pressed against his.

there it was again, that gods damned chuckle of his that made your heart do little somersaults.

“love you too.” he said humorously. but when you didn’t reply with the same phrase, it was his turn to pout.

“hey.”

between the pout in his voice and the poke he delivered to your sides, you knew that your inattention had had just the effect you wanted.

this was the dance the two of you had done several times before. he’d annoy you, you’d ignore him and then you would relish in the way he turned into a lost puppy when it lasted for ten seconds too long, proving once again just how tightly you had him wrapped around your finger.

“hey. hey. hey.”

he poked you again and again, repeating the same word in hopes that you’d look at him, but you remained relentless.

“i’m not forgiving you that easily.” you insisted, as if your faces weren’t inches away from each other and water wasn’t the only thing between your body and his.

once again, he knew you too well to know there was little truth to your words.

he pressed a kiss to your cheek in hopes to get you to finally turn your head and look at him. again, nothing.

“hey, pretty girl.” he whispered, growing desperate and excruciatingly impatient. “would you at least look at me?”

feeling as though you’d drawn it out rather excessively, you listened and looked at him.

immediately, your lips were captured by his in a sweet kiss, the lake water seeping in between and tainting the flavor.

when he pulled away, luke wore a smirky kind of smile that made you want to kiss him again just to get rid of it and the giddy little feeling it gave you.

“am i forgiven now?”

he was, but instead of saying that, that was when you splashed a wave of water in his pretty little face.