#they can each look at each other and be like Well Yes Obviously THEY are deserving of love/worth care/a good person/etc.

[kaisentine]

is the mikage corp’s heir trying to steal your man? you know that he probably is.

purple is a unique color, purple is a noticeable hair color, purple is a striking eye color, purple is the color you can see from your peripheral vision when nagi is snuggling up against your side.

“sei . . . did you invite mikage?” you lean down to whisper in his ear—referring to reo as mikage because you aren’t at all close at him nor do you think he likes you. anyway, nagi didn’t mention anything about inviting his best friend today.

he’s too lazy to look at you to respond but you see the way his head just barely moves when he opens his mouth, “nope.” he matches the volume of your voice. so was this considered a break in or . . ?

you fight the urge to cling onto nagi like a koala because reo just keeps . . . staring. “sei, he’s literally in your apartment.” you deadpan as quietly as possible whilst trying to keep audible for him to hear because you know damn well he’s about to fall asleep right on you shoulder.

this time, he moves his head to look up at you. then his eyes start wandering off to the side—did he finally see him? you get the answer when he starts speaking. “reo? why’re you here?” he asks the purple haired male—not bothering to mention how he got in because nagi was the one who gave him the keys.

finally, he actually steps out of the shadows. he looks scary like this, giving you a deadly glare. “sorry, did i interrupt? i was just going to check in on you.” he quickly switches up when answering your boyfriend. obviously he interrupted something . . . but to your dismay, nagi only shakes his head.

the night ends with nagi sandwiched by two people: his very lovely amazing partner and reo.

it feels like you’re in a constant competition with mikage reo. the way you lowkey have to fight with him to snag the place beside nagi.

you and reo glare at each other as soon as you guys see the vacant spot on nagi’s left side. it’s gonna be a race that reo wins, you know that for sure—you’re not even gonna try to win against a freaking scary 6’1 soccer player.

so while he is fast walking to his best friend’s side, you’re taking slow strides to catch up. it’s only a matter of seconds before he sits his ass down triumphantly in victory—you roll your eyes at him. when you do get to the destination, you’re giving him the “i’m gonna win in the end anyway” type of glare.

nagi obviously doesn’t care,he probably doesn’t even know what just transpired because he’s still on his phone playing some video game.

“sei, you’re still on that game?” you ask, standing on the other side beside him. he hums as a little yes to your question, you let out a fake chuckle. “you’ve been playing for too long, i wanted to show you something.” you pout and almost direct an evil grin to reo but stop because nagi pauses his game to look at you, grey eyes lazily staring back at you. “what’d you wanna show me?” he’s interested now, he hates surprises because it’s too much of a hassle to think about what it could be. “it’s in your bedroom,” you put an innocent smile at the end and he’s already jumping out of his chair. when you’re both leaving reo to sulk on the counter, you turn back to flash him a devious smile—the one you intended to give him the first time.

“we’ll be right back,” said nagi.

you guys were in-fact not right back.

reo later found you guys sleeping on nagi’s bed, bodies all up against each other.

i don’t think nagi understands the phrase “bros before hoes” nor does he understand “hoes before bros”. . . he doesn’t really care—he’s too lazy to give a fuck.

sticky note. i feel like nagi is lowkey a red flag or probably a yellow ( beige??? ) flag . . .

[cherry-coffees]

Would you write caitlyn with short chubby reader? Just fluff maybe reader is a lil insecure about her body type compared to the other women cait had been seen with?

Yes, ofc I will lovely! Hope you like <3

cw: mentions of body dysmorphia, insecurity, comparison to others

You love Caitlyn.

I mean, obviously. She's been your girlfriend for a little over a year now. You love going out with her in Piltover, always proud to be seen next to the Caitlyn Kiramman. And you love the nights when you just stay back at the Kiramman manor, especially when Caitlyn tugs you in to rest against her chest, her chin settling on the top of your head. She loves it too, you know, when your nights are filled with sleepy cuddles and soft kisses. You always seem to be in tune with each other, fitting together like yin and yang.

You know Caitlyn loves you: she shows it in her every word and action and gentle forehead kiss she gives you at the end of a long day. But sometimes, you can't help the slight tinge of insecurity that overwhelms your thoughts.

You've seen the other women Caitlyn's been with: Vi, Maddie, even the women that approach her at bars with heated eyes and flattering words. They're gorgeous. You are, too, at least from what Caitlyn tells you every day. But you've seen certain patterns: clear skin, muscular, slim, taller than you...

You just can't help but wonder what makes you different. Why she chose you over all the girls in Piltover that look like tall, skinny models. Caitlyn can have any girl she wants: half of Piltover is in love with her beauty and strength.

So when Caitlyn suggests a beach trip that a few of her friends are pushing for, you're less than thrilled.

"Hey darling?" Caitlyn calls from her office. She's been in there for a few hours, sorting through her usual paperwork she needs to fill out to keep Piltover running.

You glance up from your spot on the couch in the next room. "Yeah? What's up?"

You hear the shuffle of papers and the sound of her desk chair before your girlfriend appears in the doorway, flashing you a smile that always seems to make you weak. "Mel asked me about going to the sea for a few days," Caitlyn eyes you with curiosity. "She extended the invitation to you as well. We can walk on the beach, go swimming, have a bonfire...what do you think?"

You blink, staring at her silently for a second. "Oh, uh— the beach?"

"Mhm."

Your gaze drops to your lap. "Oh."

Caitlyn's eyebrows furrow, picking up on your less-than-excitement at the idea. She moves to you, sitting on the couch beside you. "Darling? Are you alright?"

"Yeah," you bite the inside of your cheek. "It's just..."

It's just that you'll be surrounded by Caitlyn and her friends. Mel is gorgeous: slim and fit, as are her other friends. You can't imagine being in a bikini by the water, beside all these other girls. And you know Caitlyn loves you, you know. You just can't help but wonder if she's ever had these same thoughts you're having right now. Would she notice that you didn't have the same body type as these model-like women?

"It's just what?" Caitlyn clasps one of your hands between her own, stroking the back of it with her thumb. "Talk to me, please."

"I-" you hesitate, your voice coming out small. "I don't know about being in a swimsuit in front of everyone."

"Oh," the word falls from her lips in a hushed breath, and that's all you have to say. Caitlyn knows. You've confided in her about your insecurity in your body type previous times, but that doesn't make it any easier.

"Look at me," Caitlyn coaxes your head to angle up, your eyes meeting her icy blue ones. "My darling. You're so beautiful, I'd love to see you in a bikini or swimsuit or anything else you decide to wear."

A flicker of doubt crosses your expression, and Caitlyn's heart aches. "Thank you, Cait. But I know I don't look like— like Vi or Maddie or-"

"Woah, woah," Caitlyn cuts you off, her features contorting into further concern. "Why are you bringing them up? You shouldn't be thinking about them. You're my girlfriend, not them."

"But they were," you burst out, unable to help your thoughts spilling out. "They were, and I can't help but notice that I don't look like them, that I'm not your usual type in girls. And it makes me worry if you're really happy with me."

You don't have time to say anything more before you feel a pair of soft lips on your own. Caitlyn kisses you gently, her hand cradling the back of your neck to pull you into her. Your eyes slide shut and you lean into the touch before she pulls back a few minutes later, her breath ghosting over your lips.

"Darling," Caitlyn's eyes are so soft that it makes your heart ache. "You are the only girl in my eyes. I adore you, truly. Your heart is the most important thing to me, what I love the most about you, but I also love your beauty. There is no one in the world more beautiful to me than you. I am the happiest with you, more than I could ever be with anyone else."

"You really don't mind that I don't look like all the girls that hit on you?"

"Love, I don't pay attention to any other girls besides you. I don't remember what they look like, and I don't care," she presses her lips to your arm, trailing gentle kisses down the length of it. "My sweet darling. I love you more than anyone in this entire world. I'd be in a room full of people, and you'd be the one who catches my attention every time. You're sweet and loving and beautiful and mine."

Caitlyn raises her head, placing another peck to your lips. "If you don't feel comfortable going, we won't. But I always want you beside me, my love, wearing whatever you want. And I hope you know how much I adore you."

"I do," you exhale, slight guilt creeping up on you for making your girlfriend worry. "Sorry, I know you love me, I-"

"Hey," Caitlyn murmurs. "It's okay. You're okay. I'll remind you how much I love you every day, if you need it. It's okay to feel however you do, just please promise me you'll always come to me when you need me."

"Okay," you mumble, and then Caitlyn's tugging you right back into her arms where you belong. And you feel safe and loved and so undeniably hers that you forget all about the what-ifs. You're here with Caitlyn. And honestly, that's all you really need.

I really really hope I did your request justice! I know body dysmorphia, insecurity, and comparison are different for everyone, so I hope this is what you were hoping for. I honestly think that Caitlyn would just shower you with all her love if you felt insecure about anything, so I hope I conveyed it well!

Much love <333

~Cherry 🍒

[magnificent-buckless-butt]

Re: Sambucky is not not canon

So let's get back to their discussion:

The fact that when Sam mentions Sterns Bucky asks nothing means they are talking a lot. Because Bucky may have seen what was happening to Torres on TV (most probably in real time), Sterns was obviously not in the news so how could Bucky know about him? Plus, the timeline is fuzzy, but the movie spans over a couple of days at most. So really, Sam was keeping Bucky up-to-date almost on real time. (Yes, I am making a text fic once Thunderbolts is out.)

When Bucky leaves, he excuses himself because of fundraising and Sam nodds. Bucky is not excusing himself that he can't fight with Sam at the moment, he excuses himself that he can't stay to the end of Torres' operation. Which means, Bucky's absence since the beginning was something they had absolutely planned.

First conclusion: no divorce. The two of them just took on very busy jobs that don't let them see each other frequently and/or whenever they want. (Hence Bucky's grumpiness in the Thunderbolts trailer. I, too, would be grumpy if I could only see my bf once every full moon.)

BUT

We're not done yet!

Where is Sam sleeping? It looked like Sam went on a busy 72h-day in this movie. But we see a glimpse of his office: we can't see the outside but with a massive star on a massive window panel like that, we are not in Delacroix or in the suburbs. I'd say DC so he could be nearer the president (the White House is in DC, right?) but it can be New York or another big city. Point is: his office is huge and well situated. Who's to say there isn't an appartement on the upper or lower floor? And a spacious one.

And, as we have established, both Bucky and Sam are very busy. Sam, per working for the president, must have missions sending him anywhere in the US or the world (heck, that's exactly how the movie opens: with a mission in Mexico). Bucky, campaigning for himself, probably has to travel a lot. So both would have a home they're rarely come back to so they wouldn't want to waste a full house, a spacious apartment would be more than enough.

Full conclusion: as of today, there is no proof that indicates Sam and Bucky are not living together.

[muldersfingers]

Happy Valentines Day everybody.

I haven't written a Valentines Day fic however I'd like to share a Valentines day section of one of my WIPs!

Context: M&S are both teachers in England and it's an enemies to lovers with obviously lots of UST. (be warned this is a whopping 6k!)

“Hot date for Valentine’s?”

Scully looked up and rolled her eyes when she spotted Mulder in the doorway of her classroom.

“Get outta here, Mulder. Lunch is almost over. The kids will be here soon.” She sighed, exasperated. “Don’t you have your own lesson to teach?”

“Free period.” Mulder waggled his eyebrows.

“Good for you,” Scully replied flatly. “Go bother someone else.”

“But there’s no one I’d rather bother,” Mulder remarked as he stepped into the classroom.

Scully sighed, looking over her lesson plan.

“Well, you can stand there and be annoying while I ignore you.”

“When was the last time you went on a date? Huh?” Mulder chuckled quietly. “Was it back home?”

It was. It wasn’t that she wasn’t over Ethan, but she just still didn’t feel ready to see anyone new. She wasn’t overly interested. Still, she was lonely, and she could easily be driven to kick Mulder in the balls for reminding her.

“You know…” She turned to Mulder, not missing the way his eyes dropped to her legs as they swung from underneath her desk. “I still can’t believe they let assholes like you teach the minds of tomorrow.”

“I can’t believe they let potty mouths like you do it, either.”

Scully pouted. Yes, she shouldn’t have cursed on school property. But he drove her to it.

“Hi, Sir!”

Students were beginning to file in. It irritated Scully to no end the way the older students fawned over Mulder, and she threw the students a look as they giggled to each other and stared at him. Didn’t they know he was an asshole? And this was the second time year 11s had caught him in her classroom. She gritted her teeth. Rumours were generally rampant in schools and he wasn’t helping.

“Thank you, Mr. Mulder,” Scully said, fixing him with a glare. “I’ll catch up with you another time.”

Mulder’s eyes were smirking – how did he do that? – as he nodded and turned to leave.

-

Scully strolled around Sainbury’s, not in a particular hurry. She was mostly there just for something to do, which was sad. 

She really needed a hobby.

The truth was, she needed a break from marking year 7 homework. What a way to spend a Friday night. Valentine’s night.

Fuck it, she thought, and picked up a bottle of red wine and dropped it into her basket. She headed over to the freezer section, pondering over the ice cream selection. She wasn’t going to wallow. It wasn’t that bad. But maybe she would take a bath and be with her feelings for an hour. 

She slid open the freezer compartment door and leaned down to peruse the Haagen-Dazs selection. She quickly opted for a tub of cookies & cream which she dropped into her basket, closing the compartment and standing up straight. Her eyes fell on somebody leaning down into the compartment opposite, just as they went to straighten up.

They locked eyes, and she and Mulder just stared at each other. For all his big talk and teasing, he didn’t have a date, or any kind of plans either. He was alone, in Sainsbury’s, on Valentine’s day.

“Well, well, well,” Scully finally piped up.

Mulder opened his mouth to speak but just closed it again, pouting.

He at least had the humility to look embarrassed. He ducked his head just as Scully walked around to join him.

“Meal for one?” she asked, peering into his basket.

“It’s rude to look at someone else’s shopping,” Mulder protested.

They both began to walk, falling in step.

“Mulder, why do you choose to be such an asshole?” she asked casually. 

“Only to you,” he said softly. “Because you’re special.”

Scully turned her head to fix him with a stare. 

“Yikes,” he said. “Uh– look. Everybody thinks I’m an asshole, so I might as well have fun and live up to my reputation.”

“You also have a reputation as a womaniser.”

Mulder nodded slowly.

“I might as well live up to that too, huh?”

Scully scoffed. “No. It’s a fine line before crossing over into pervert, you know.”

Mulder sighed tensely, stopping in the pet aisle and poking absently at a bag of cat litter.

“This all happened because…” Mulder sighed again and Scully found herself curious. “I made bad decisions when I first started working at the school. There was this art teacher, God, she was beautiful. I found out she was single – as was I – so I asked her out. It kind of went a bit wrong at some stage. We didn’t really gel well, but the sex was great. I mean, it was phenomenal, Scully.”

“Thank you,” Scully said impatiently. “Carry on.”

“Well, when she realised it wasn’t going anywhere, she got in her head about it. I don’t think she really saw herself as someone who had casual sex, even though it was basically what we were doing, for months. Anyway, we ended it and she was a bit down about it. And you know what office gossips are like. It all got a bit twisted and I somehow became a guy who humps and dumps.”

Scully scrunched her nose at the term. “Is that what she told people?”

“No!” Mulder chuckled. “And as soon as they saw me even talking to another attractive woman, they put two and two together and made five. Assumed I’d dumped her and moved onto the next.”

“You shouldn’t play up to it, Mulder.”

“Why not?” He grinned down at her obnoxiously. “It’s fun. And, even though I’m not a womaniser, I do really love women. You guys are wonderful things.”

“Well, aren’t you worried about your reputation? Your career?”

“No,” Mulder scoffed. “It would be exhausting, worrying about that kind of thing. How neurotic.”

If Mulder was making a dig, it was crueller than his usual. 

“Still doesn’t explain why you’re an asshole to me at any given opportunity.”

Mulder’s usual shit-eating grin faded from his face and he looked away.

“I’m not that bad, am I?”

“Do you not remember the night of the Christmas party when you told me to go get blown up?”

“That was a misunderstanding!” Mulder said emphatically. “Anyway, you really wanna bring that night up? You kissed me that night.”

“I was drunk.”

“You were very insistent you were not drunk.”

“You’re changing the subject!”

Mulder huffed. “I don’t know, Scully. It bounces off you so well. I can’t resist.”

Scully pressed her lips into a line. He was immature, childish. But so good at working her guard down. She clung onto it. 

“As I said,” he continued. “I love women. And if I find a way to rile up a beautiful woman, I’m gonna take it.”

“So you get your kicks from pissing me off, essentially?”

Mulder stopped walking and turned to face her. He was uncomfortably close.

“Essentially, yeah. Has anyone told you you’re sexy when you’re angry?”

“Asshole,” she repeated.

“Stop resisting and enjoy it,” Mulder said quietly. “Stop pretending you don’t want to.”

She looked up at him sternly. Why would she want to enjoy him pissing her off? Stupid man. Their eyes stayed locked, and she could feel herself scrambling at her guard, her resolve, fingers grappling and slipping away like butter. Fuck.

“I’m so sorry if it makes you uncomfortable,” he said quietly, bumping his basket against hers. “Let me make it up to you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Come to mine. Like a date. It’ll be fun. I’ll cook. Give me the chance to prove there’s much more to me than getting it wrong.”

Scully’s derisive laugh rang through the aisle melodically, but as soon as it passed her lips she felt guilty. Maybe he really was trying to make amends. 

You’re letting him in, she scolded herself. Don’t be stupid.

“A date?” she couldn’t help but say. “Are you crazy? Do you think I’m crazy?”

“Just a meal, Dana. Think of it as team-building.” He grinned, flashing his teeth. “If you hate me as much as you’re making me think you do, we’ve got some serious teacher-on-teacher repairing to do. We have got to work together. C’mon. Do it for the kids.”

She looked down at her basket, with its red wine and ice cream. Her plans had been to go home and wallow, anyway. She might as well spend the evening shooting Mulder down for sport.

“Fine.”

-

Scully looked around his small flat. And it was small. The living room and kitchen were open plan, and the bedroom was on the other side of the kitchen. Scully presumed there was a bathroom down that end somewhere.

It was silly, really, him bringing her to his home. She was cataloguing things to rip into him about as she explored. Alien figurines, Mulder? Bigfoot?!

It was mildly infuriating to her, as a scientist. Science easily debunked these topics that Mulder seemed to hold dear. She remembered their crop circle conversation, and she tried not to let irritation bubble in her stomach.

“So, what are we having for dinner?” Scully asked.

Mulder grinned from the kitchen and held up a box.

“Frozen pizza.”

Scully openly rolled her eyes before sitting down on the couch. The tiny flat was cluttered, and the furniture had seen better days, but it was, at least, clean. On the coffee table, there was a tall stack of what looked like A-Level coursework. 

“Pizza’s in,” Mulder announced, striding into the living room and sitting at the other end of the couch.

Scully looked towards the kitchen.

“Really? Do you never preheat the oven, Mulder?”

He scoffed. “Life’s too short for preheating.”

Scully rolled her eyes again. 

“You had better not poison me.”

“I have never preheated an oven in my life and I’m still standing.”

Scully sighed loudly. What was she doing here? On Valentine’s night? About to eat a poorly cooked frozen pizza with a man she couldn't stand?

She hated herself a little bit. If Mulder had been an old, stuffy, old school sort of teacher with dry skin and bad breath, she might have had an easier time despising him in full comfort. But he was young, handsome. Smelled great. Charming. Good kisser.

She couldn’t help it. Her cheeks flamed. Kissing him after the Christmas party was the stupidest thing she had ever done. He had never directly mentioned it until tonight, but he had never let her forget it, dancing around it and the ever-present glint in his eye.

“I can’t believe you somehow coaxed me into something you called a date and it’s just you feeding me frozen pizza in – what do they call this here? – a bedsit.”

“This is a studio apartment,” Mulder insisted.

Scully looked around pointedly. “Sure.”

“You want a drink? I know you like white wine. I have some in the fridge.”

“I have to drive home.”

“Rubbish,” he scoffed. “You can walk. It’s not far.”

“And leave my car here?”

Mulder put his hand on his heart. “I’ll walk you home after you finish your lacklustre pizza. I promise. Your car will be safe here. Just come get it tomorrow.”

Scully frowned at him. She could make an excuse. I have an early start tomorrow and I need the car. But maybe a glass of wine would make this more bearable.

Or maybe she should just go.

“Mulder, this was a bad idea,” she said, standing. “Look, we’re both professional. We can be civil to one another. But a glass of wine and a frozen pizza is not going to repair our relationship.”

“Why don’t you like me?” Mulder asked bluntly, blinking up at her.

Scully folded her arms and stared back at him. Why didn’t she like him?!

“What?” she chuckled. “You have never been pleasant to me a day in your life.”

“That’s not true,” he protested weakly. “It’s only because–”

He stopped abruptly and averted his eyes.

“What?” Scully challenged. “Come on.”

“Will you… can you just sit down?”

Scully sighed and sat back down.

“We were just bantering at first. It all got a little out of hand.”

“I’ll say.”

“I’m so shit with women,” he muttered.

Scully frowned. What the hell was that supposed to mean? There was no way this man had trouble with women. He had already seduced one teacher. Maybe more, if she was inclined not to believe his stories.

“I– I just…” He paused to betray a grin. “I love seeing you all riled up. You’re so beautiful when you’re angry.”

“That is so disturbing.”

“But not as beautiful as when you smile.”

“Ugh.” Scully leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes. Why did she come here? Why didn’t she leave? “That’s so gross, Mulder.”

“You’re taking everything I say the wrong way.”

Scully sighed, opening her eyes and looking at him expectantly. This was it. She was going to leave. Now.

“You make me nervous, Scully. I’ve always had such a crush on you.”

Don’t get reeled in, she reminded herself.

“How?” she challenged. “All you’ve seen is my irritated, defensive side, because that’s what you provoke in me.”

“Yes, okay,” Mulder relented. “But I’ve seen how you are with other people. And the kids. You’re a great teacher, and scientist, and the way you can command a class of fifteen-year-olds is a wonder to behold.”

She couldn’t help but betray a smile at that.

“Well. Thanks.”

Mulder smiled back and nodded. “See? Okay, let me rephrase my previous statement. You look beautiful when you’re happy.”

“Okay. That’s better,” Scully said, smiling again.

“I didn’t mean it in a weird way before. I just meant that your smile lights up a room.” He sighed and shrugged helplessly. “I wish we could start again. Clean slate.”

“We can try,” Scully said, sceptical. She would be willing to make an attempt.

Mulder grinned then, holding his hand out.

“Mulder. English and psychology.”

Scully rolled her eyes, sliding her palm into his. “Dana Scully, science.”

“Science!” he said with excitement. Their hands were still clasped together. “I’d love to pick your brains about crop circles sometime.”

Scully laughed loudly, partially in amusement, partially in exasperation.

“Mulder, I’m gonna throw you out the window.”

He looked extremely pleased with himself for making her laugh, and suddenly Scully felt a strange sensation. Was that…  a spark? Where their hands were still clutching to one another, his index finger was just barely tracing circles on the delicate skin of her wrist and alarm bells rang in her head. She felt a twitch between her legs.

“I have to go,” she said, standing up abruptly. Their hands parted, and Mulder’s thudded into his lap.

“Dana,” he said quietly, standing. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

She closed her eyes. He knew she was weak, and he was prodding at her weaker spots. 

“Don’t even think about it, Mulder. You know yourself that getting involved with coworkers can get messy.”

“It doesn’t have to,” he said quietly as she felt him cup her face. She practically gasped. “One chance, Dana.”

“Mulder–”

“I promise I’m very generous.”

She opened her eyes to glare at him, but she could barely manage. That plump bottom lip was tantalisingly close and she found herself trying to covertly tilt her head to see if her lip would make contact with his. What a stupid thing to try and do. 

He took it as an invitation, and he pressed his lips against hers.

She hated it. Hated how it made her feel, hated the want it stirred up in her. It hit her like a wave, a hot, slick wave of arousal that made her want to surge forward at a million miles an hour. All the irritation and anger she had ever felt towards him was concentrating into this one kiss, into her veins, into her hands which clawed at his shirt to get it up and over his head. Off.

His hands were on her waist under her sweater, but hers were yanking open his jeans. He was hard now, and she widened her eyes when she pushed her hand between his open jeans and his boxers.

“Holy shit, Mulder.” She scoffed. “You should’ve led with the size of this thing.”

“I don’t think you would’ve appreciated me trying to lure you in with I’ve got a big cock, Dana.”

“Don’t call me Dana,” she said. “I prefer work people to call me Scully.”

“Your hand’s on my cock and I’m still work people?”

“Of course you are.”

Mulder hummed disapprovingly but kissed her again, his hand sliding up the back of her shirt, fingers dancing over the clasp of her bra. Scully gave his cock a squeeze and he emitted a choked sound. He removed his hands from her shirt and grabbed her wrist to pull her towards the bedroom, making a quick pit stop in the kitchen to turn the oven off. 

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” Scully told him as they made it to the bedroom.

“You’ve never had sex, Scully?!” Mulder teased as he pushed his jeans down and stepped out of them.

“I’ve never had a one night stand.”

Mulder paused, thumbs in the waistband of his boxers. 

“A one night stand?” He chuckled cockily as he pushed his boxers down and placed his hands on his hips proudly. “You really think this will be a one night stand?”

“Believe me, Mulder,” she said, smirking slightly as she lifted her shirt over her head. “I’m already regretting what we’re about to do.”

Mulder’s arms fell to his sides, his downtrodden demeanour comical against his hard, hot, naked body.

“You don’t have to do it, Scully.”

“You never done something you know you’ll regret just because you really fucking want to?”

Mulder mouthed blankly and Scully unclasped her bra and tossed it away. He watched raptly as she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them to the floor, along with her panties.

“Come here,” he said.

She stepped forward, gazing up at him. Mulder slipped his fingers into her hair and cupped her face firmly.

“I’m gonna make sure you don’t regret a single second of this.”

A zip of arousal shot through Scully and she was suddenly aware how very wet she was. 

“You’re setting yourself up for quite the challenge, Mr. Mulder.” Scully cried out softly as his mouth latched onto her neck. “God.”

“Mhm.”

His hand found her breast and, God. Mulder’s hand was on her breast. The voice of regret was chattering in her ear, telling her how stupid this was and how she was going to hate herself and how sad it was that she was going to spend Valentine’s night fucking somebody she didn’t even like just because she was so lonely.

That wasn’t even true. She had always been led by logic and what was sensible and maybe she just wanted to make a bad decision because it felt good. Maybe she wanted to let loose and do something wild her dad would be ashamed of her for. 

She laid back on the bed, resisting the urge to touch herself. Mulder threw himself down next to her and turned to search through his bedside drawer. He pulled out a box of condoms, squinting to check the date. Oh please. 

So, this was going to be just a quick fuck. No foreplay. No buildup. Kind of disappointing from the man who had just boldly claimed he would make sure she wouldn’t regret sleeping with him, but she wasn’t surprised.

He pulled a condom from the strip, placing the rest of the box atop the table. Instead of opening the condom, he placed it under the pillow next to Scully.

“It’s not going to do much good there, Mulder.”

“I just want it close at hand when I need it.”

Oh. Well. Maybe she was wrong.

She was definitely wrong. Mulder laid on his side, leaning down to kiss her, slowly, deeply. With a sharp exhale through his nose, he hooked his fingers behind her knee and tugged her thigh over his hips.

As he ran his large palm up and down the length of her thigh, she wondered how such an irritating man could feel so fucking good. If she had caved earlier, she would already know what it felt like to have those fingers stroking through her slick heat, to feel his huge cock push inside of her, would already know what he sounded like when he came. Would they have only done it once? Would it have healed their relationship? Would it have alienated them from each other further? 

She supposed she would find it all out in the aftermath of tonight. 

Mulder was already doing a great job; Scully already felt all promise of regret slipping away as Mulder’s fingers teased her nipple, just shy of enough as his hand continued its journey south. She locked eyes with him as his fingers danced on her lower stomach, as she slipped her leg off of his hips and opened her legs wide.

“Shit, Scully.” Mulder huffed out a breath. “You’re amazing.”

“Just touch me.”

She absolutely delighted in how affected he was by her. His eyes, slightly glazed, roamed between her breasts and her vulva, occasionally stealing a look at her face. His finger circled her clit with just the right amount of pressure, and just when she was starting to crave penetration he gently pushed a finger inside of her. How did he do that?

It had been so long. She hadn’t even touched herself recently, and she could already feel her orgasm building. Her mind went into a tailspin, thinking all sorts of nonsense like I love him, does he love me? He was made for me. This was destined to happen.

She snapped herself out of it and focused on the task in hand, determined not to be completely at his mercy. She could so easily lay here and just let him do whatever he wanted to her, but she wanted him to be at her mercy.

She moaned loudly as he thumbed over her clit, crooking his finger inside her at the same time. It was so delicious, as was the way he had started rutting his cock against her in earnest. She wanted him to fuck her so badly. 

As she let out a whine, Mulder let out a breathy laugh.

“Regretting it yet?”

“God. Shut up.”

He laughed again, trailing off into a moan as her lips moved to his jawline, to his neck, his collarbone. He crooked his finger again and without thinking, she bit down on his skin and growled.

“Shit, Scully.”

She parted her lips to apologise, but changed her mind. As she kissed down his body, she grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away from between her legs. She looked up at him, keeping her eyes on his as she kissed his hipbone.

“You don’t have to,” he said.

Scully unceremoniously grabbed hold of his cock and licked the underside from root to tip before sucking on the head, swirling her tongue. Mulder slammed his palms onto the bed either side of him, gripping the sheets. 

“You like that?” Scully said before repeating the action. 

“Yes,” he said tensely. 

“Good.”

She sunk down and took half his length into her mouth. He was certainly a mouthful, but she was determined to break him. She was absolutely aching for him, but she wanted him to beg for it.

“Scully!” he moaned, hand suddenly on her head, clenching in her hair. “Sorry.”

She shrugged her shoulders, and he loosened his grip but left his hand on the back of her head. She very, very slowly pulled off his cock, stopping when she reached the head and swirling her tongue again.

“Scully,” Mulder warned. “I'll come if you carry on like that.”

She hummed appreciatively, sucking at the same time. He emitted a tense whine, and she reached up to take his balls in her hand.

“That’s it,” he said tensely. “Oh, fuck. Yeah. Just like that.”

She pulled her mouth off of his cock, kissing her way down his shaft before pressing gentle, wet kisses to his balls, still cradled in her hand. He let out a petulant whine.

“Scully!”

She gripped the base of his cock firmly and pressed her cheek against his length, looking up at him.

“Am I frustrating you, Mulder?” she asked, a little breathless. “Now you know how I feel all the fucking time.”

“You feel like this?” Mulder asked incredulously. “We should’ve fucked a long time ago, then.”

“Frustrated. Irritated. Angry.” She punctuated every word with a kiss to his cock. “You wind me up, Mulder.”

“I’m feeling pretty wound up myself,” he said, strained as she released both his cock and his balls. “Orgasm denial, Scully, is that what this is?”

“You can come whenever you want,” she told him, moving up to straddle his waist. She knew he would be able to feel how wet she was on his skin. “I’m not stopping you. Grab my tits.”

He looked as though he was about to protest her previous statement when he realised she gave him an instruction and he took a breast in each hand. She threw her head back, writhing on his waist as he massaged her. 

“God.” He bucked his hips. “You’re so sexy. Please, Scully.”

“What?” she asked, eyes closed. She wasn’t getting nearly enough friction on her clit, but it was worth it to hear his voice grow more and more tense. 

He released her breasts and she slowly leaned down, pressing her chest against his as his hands went straight to her ass, massaging her cheeks firmly. It hurt a little, and it felt really fucking good.

“Please,” he whispered as she ghosted her lips over his. “I wanna fuck you.”

“Yeah?” she said against his mouth. “How bad?”

“So bad.” He sighed tensely and bucked his hips slightly. “Come on. I know you want it, too.”

Scully’s body was aching for him, this much was true. All she could think about was how empty she felt, how much she needed to be filled up by him. 

“Hm,” she hummed. “Do I hate myself enough to fuck an asshole?”

Mulder’s face fell. His hands stilled, fingers digging firmly into the flesh of her ass.

“That hurts, Scully.”

Scully tamped down the feeling of guilt at that. 

“You wanna act like one but not get called one?” Scully scoffed. “You were supposed to be proving to me tonight that you are, in fact, not an asshole, and I'm yet to be convinced.”

The hurt melted away from his expression, replaced with resolve.

“What can I do to prove it to you?”

Scully sat up again and moved herself backwards to nestle herself on top of his cock. Mulder let out a long groan, bucking his hips. Scully bit back a whine. 

“Make this worthwhile,” she said.

“I told you you wouldn’t regret this,” Mulder said resolutely. “And I damn well mean it.”

Scully blinked at him before swinging her leg off his hips and kneeling beside him. She retrieved the condom from under the pillow and swiftly rolled it down his length. He watched on, hands roaming over his own chest and ribs. As Scully swung her leg back over his hips, she couldn’t help but think about Monday and how it would feel seeing him at school. It was then she realised it was half term break next week, and she might not actually see him for over a week.

Good. She reckoned she might need more than two days to get over this.

She held his cock as she lined it up and began to push down on it. She couldn’t help but cry out softly as it breached her opening. He was huge, and it had been so long. The feeling was unmatched, though; a man – a very sexy one, at that – sliding into her, filling her up. Her thighs began to tremble as she strained to sink down slowly. When she thought she could handle it, she sunk down all the way.

Fuck, he was huge. 

“Are you okay?” Mulder asked, tense with the strain of trying to keep still. Scully appreciated it, but she thought she needed to start moving in order to fully adjust. 

“Yeah,” she breathed out, beginning to roll her hips experimentally.

“You’re so tiny to be taking such a large package.”

“Shut up, Mulder,” she said, rolling her eyes at his smirk. 

Moving was helping, and the uncomfortable stretch was giving way to an absolutely euphoric feeling. It was as though her body had blossomed, making way for what belonged inside of her, welcoming him in. She built up her speed until she was bouncing on him, and he grabbed hold of her hips and started to buck up in time. 

“See?” Mulder panted. “I’m not so bad.”

“I’ll admit,” she said, closing her eyes and pausing to whine and pinch her own nipple. “Your cock is fantastic.”

Mulder let out a strange growl and Scully opened her eyes to look down on him. He was trying to snap his hips upwards harder, but he didn’t seem to be able to get a good rhythm. Scully smirked, leaning down and pressing both palms into the bed, either side of his head.

“It could be attached to literally anyone.”

It happened so quickly. Mulder’s arms were wrapped around her and they were rolling, Scully letting out a little shriek as he flipped them so she was on her back, flat on the bed, and he was looming over her. 

A thrill shot through her as Mulder leaned down to press a hot, searing kiss to her lips, before assertively shoving his tongue into her mouth.

God. He was inside her, filling her up so completely and the heat of his body was pressed against hers but his tongue dominated her mind, surprisingly erotic as it filled her mouth, hot and wet and dominating, just like his cock inside her.

She couldn’t help but let out a loud moan, cursing herself when she felt Mulder’s lips stretch into a smile, even as his tongue was still in her mouth. He pulled away and for a second, they locked eyes and just stared at each other. Scully wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, Mulder rested his forearms either side of her head, and he began to move. 

Scully wrapped her legs around him as he quickly built up speed until he was snapping his hips, slamming into her punishingly over and over. She knew she would ache tomorrow, and she couldn’t wait. 

“Oh, god,” she whined. “Harder, Mulder.”

“Harder?” he asked, sounding a little incredulous. 

But he did it. Scully’s left hand was splayed on his back, which was dewy with sweat, and the other was tangled in his hair as he pounded into her. His arms were beginning to tremble either side of her head. 

“Getting tired?”

“I just–” Mulder paused to let out a loud moan as Scully tugged at his hair. “I can’t keep up this pace.”

She wasn’t surprised. It was taking her breath away.

“Weak,” she chastised.

“Fuck you,” he panted.

He shifted his weight, bracing himself with one hand against the wall behind Scully and slipped the other hand between their bodies, quickly locating Scully’s clit and rubbing over the sensitive nub. She cried out.

“You’re so rough.”

Mulder slowed both his hips and his finger down and Scully bit back a whine.

“What?” he asked incredulously. “What, you don’t like it rough?”

Scully glared up at him. “Carry on.”

He resumed his punishing rhythm and she felt her orgasm building. Mulder’s teeth were gritted and he was dripping with sweat. He looked pretty close too. Scully clenched around his cock rhythmically, and he cried out a long, drawn out moan before his rhythm faltered and she felt him pulsing, coming as he frantically snapped his hips.

“Yeah, that’s it,” she said. “Come for me.”

He visibly slumped once he was spent, and he dazedly slowed his ministrations before holding the base of the condom and pulling out, flopping down on the bed beside her.

She quickly pushed her two middle fingers between her folds, circling and pinching her clit until she came, orgasm washing over her in a hot, delicious surge.

They laid there, side by side, catching their breath wordlessly. That was so fucking hot, she thought to herself.  Even if I did have to finish myself off.

“So?” Mulder finally said. “Regrets?”

“I suppose not,” she said reluctantly. “I’m not completely sold.”

“What?” Mulder propped his head up on his palm and looked down at her. “You can’t think badly of me after that, surely.”

“Mulder, you didn’t even make me come. That’s an asshole move if there ever was one.”

Mulder gasped as if he hadn’t even realised.

“Scully, I’m sorry.” He slid a hand onto her thigh. “I can–”

“I’ve taken care of it, Mulder. You were literally right here.”

“Sorry,” he said again. “I think I zoned out for a minute.”

“So, sounds like… I’m the one who’s fantastic in bed.”

“What?!” Mulder scoffed. “You were quite the taskmaster, Scully. I worked very hard.”

“Still didn’t make me come.”

Mulder groaned loudly. “I promise, next time I’m gonna–”

“Next time?” Scully laughed as if in surprise. “What makes you so sure there’s gonna be a next time?”

Mulder looked down at her. He cupped her face, ran his thumb over her bottom lip. She parted her lips slightly and he pushed the tip of his thumb into her mouth.

“I hope you’ll give me the chance to blow your mind.” He leaned down to kiss her, his thumb still on her lip. “Make you forget your own name.”

“That’s big talk, Mulder.”

“I can back it up. I guarantee it.”

Scully tried not to betray to him the zip of new arousal that shot through her. He had been so close to making her come, if only he had stayed focused a minute longer. She wouldn’t tell him, but she was certainly satisfied regardless. This was definitely up there with the best sex she’d ever had, and it was only their first time. It would be happening again. She didn’t think she would be able to resist. 

“I’ll think about it,” she said, sounding uncertain. 

“You cannot tell me you didn’t enjoy any of that,” Mulder insisted. “Come on!”

If the sex was satisfying, the deep upset and offence Mulder seemed to feel at the idea that she didn’t enjoy it was downright delicious. 

“I should go,” she said.

“Wait,” Mulder said, grabbing her arm as she moved to roll off of the bed. “You’re really not gonna give me a chance?”

“Tonight?” she asked, tugging her arm out of his grip. “I’m not convinced you have the stamina, Mulder.”

Before she could remove herself from the bed he slung a leg across her, between her legs, effectively pinning her to the bed. He crawled half on top of her and she rolled her eyes, relenting to the fact she wasn’t leaving.

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” he stated. “Valentine’s evening. Everyone deserves great sex tonight, Scully.”

She fixed him with a stare and swallowed.

“I enjoyed it. Okay? Is that what you need to hear?”

“What I need to hear,” he said quietly, measured, “is you screaming my name in ecstasy.”

Another surge of arousal.

“Shit, Mulder,” she whispered, despite herself.

Did she need to go? Aunt Olive would probably have taken herself off to bed by now, having had dinner before Scully went shopping. She had no other obligations. Except to herself. She was obligated to not give into Mulder.

“I know you want to,” Mulder murmured, his lips mouthing at her earlobe. “Please stay. I’ll make it worth your while. And I think you know that.”

She closed her eyes. Mulder’s hand trailed over her ribs and moved up to very gently cup her breast, testing the waters without being too invasive. She whined.

“I can stay a little while longer.”

“Good girl,” Mulder cooed.

Scully snapped her eyes open and looked at him, and his eyes widened in regret.

“We don’t like that?” he said quickly. “Sorry. Won’t ever happen again.”

She smiled, turning her head to bump her nose into his, and then it was her turn to feel instant regret. Way too soft and sweet for this particular dynamic.

“Mulder,” she said, sighing contently as he increased the pressure on her breast, squeezing it as he thumbed over her nipple. “I’m prepared to give you another chance, but I do think I need some of that pizza.”

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This MAY be the fic I'm currently working on but it's a mess! And now you have read *checks word count* 50% of what is already written.

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[shorthaltsjester]

just constantly thinking about percy telling vex that he’d like to think they’re all better than they think they are (except her brother, of course) . constantly thinking about when vex tells percy he’s a good man and he gets awkward and flustered and returns that she’s a good woman and when she gets as awkward and flustered he goes “see. it’s not very nice is it.” percy shouting to ripley that he forgives her and vex carves forgive into the wood of her bow. vex tells percy to take off his mask and percy comes across vex in tears and scrubbing at her armour. god. the campaign starts and percy is making arrows as flirting and getting kisses in return and the campaign ends and exhausted and knowing it won’t be a want that will be fulfilled percy admits he never wants to make another weapon and vex equally exhausted affirms that he’ll never Have to. and god . god . opposites attract is great or whatever but the deliciousness of dynamics where the characters hold up a mirror to one another where they get to shed the burden of self and see someone Like Them as someone good or capable of being better and Falling In Love. and that love being a pathway to them coming to grips with their own image and their own capacity to be better. and that the fact that the person they fall for being someone so Familiar means that they see through each other’s shit. that percy sees that vex has fallen into the trap of Nobility tricking people into thinking that makes them inherently better and giving her the only whitestone title someone has to earn beyond selection or marriage or birth. that vex sees percy forgive ripley and discusses the importance of that choice but reminds him that it’s just as important that he forgive himself.

[unordinaries]

presented without comment

(chapters 280 + 344)

[cathodic-clairvoyant]

There's a lot about discussion of hdwr that baffles me (not all discussion to be clear, because i do think there's a lot of good discussion about hdwr. But equally so are there the ones that make you wonder if you're reading the same story) and I think one that is especially annoying is the constant infantilization of miwa as this passive eternal victim. It drives me up a wall because this is quite literally an issue she's struggled with within the text of the story! She had an arc about how she dislikes how people treat her this way like towards the beginning of the story! And like even ignoring that, this story is about like nuanced and realistic portrayals of being in relationships and learning how to navigate them and so it's like what's the point if you're going to immediately reduce the characters to "the victim" and "the victimizers?" Is that even interesting? Is that a useful lens to look at interpersonal relationships?

[sieglinde-freud]

asugis honestly such a cool character locked behind 1) the most horrible plot device in any game ive ever seen in my life and 2) looking too much like a guy from the last game and it SUCKS because he was basically already given a great character concept with all the saizo stuff but then intsys was like “wait but what if was also gaius?!” which killed the appeal for most people. which i get, but hes also just… like he has some similar speech patterns but they were both brought up so differently and in wildly different contexts its like… hes really… not gaius… the most hes got is like the sweets thing but even then they both go about the candy thing pretty differently so? its just the fucking hair. which, by the way, asugi doesn’t even look good with gaius orange. like omg… idk man i think asugis a really fun guy with good supports all around and it just sucks hes brought down by the worst gimmicks of all time

[clockmotif]

okay so i work in the deli of a grocery store, yeah? and today i got this guy who came up with his two twin children, around five years old. he walks up to the counter, carrying one kid in each arm, and loudly goes "oh, no, i forgot what i wanted!" and turns to the boy in his left arm and, in a perfect blues clues style voice, goes "caleb, do you remember what i wanted?" and the boy goes "half pound of yellow cheese!"

i, obviously, say "you've got it little sir!" and slice up half a pound of yellow american cheese, handing it to the little boy, who looks it over, nods, and tucks it in his lap.

then the man goes "well, we can't just have cheese on our sandwiches. but what else can we put on there?" and the little gurl in his other arm goes "half pound of ham!" so i nod and say "yes ma'am! what kind?" and she points at a random cut of turkey, so her father nods and says "like she said, honey ham!" i cut half a pound of honey ham, hand it to the little lady, she looks it over, nods and puts it in her lap.

then the man goes "now, what should we have for the side?" and the kids both simultaneously start cheering "macking cheese!!!" and the man spins on his heel and marches off, presumably to find the macking cheese.

later, the little boy comes wandering back to the counter while his father looks on and loudly and proudly proclaims that he wants to know where the mustard is. i point him to the correct aisle, he nods, says "thank you mister deli woman" and walks away.

[alisaint]

are you guys, like. okay. or even aware of just how many artists and other influential people came from suburbia and continue to come from suburbia. or even just the simple fact that suburbs are different everywhere, even ones existing within the same zipcode

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC John Constantine's How To: Ghost Kids (pt.2)

[<- part 1]

"Oh, yeah," John jerks his head up like he just remembered the fact people are supposed to have names at all. He gestures to the kids, pointing to each of them as he introduces, "Daniel, Daniel, and Danielle."

This time, all three kids flip him off simultaneously. Bruce clears his throat, trying to figure out if Constantine is messing with him and, if so, in which parts. Since, so far, everything the man has said sounds like a poor attempt at pulling his leg.

"I don't think they like those," he cautiously says, and the kids whip their heads at him, nodding furiously. Bruce can't help but be just a little enamored with the way they behave.

"Of, sod off, at this point I don't care what they like," John straightens up with a dismissive, albeit weak, wave of his hands, and rubs his face, "They are menaces. Sometimes by accident, but mostly on purpose. Their grandfather thought it would be easier to handle them if they were not teenagers, and while I agreed with his reasoning at the time, I-" he glances at the kids, who all have displeased grimaces of various levels on their faces, "I have been made to reconsider. I swear that ancient bitch is laughing his ass off wherever he is now."

The kids suddenly grin. They are not very friendly, nor polite smiles - if anything, they look a bit nightmarish. An old grandfather's clock in his study makes a very loud ticking noise.

"See?" John whips his head to look at said clock, the expression on his face bordering on insane. His eye twitches.

If Bruce doesn't do anything now, he might become one of the very few people who managed to witness John Constantine, the Laughing Magician, have a meltdown. So he sighs and decides to solve the problems one at a time.

Which means that no matter how alarmed or suspicious he is, his first move would not be to interrogate either the man or the kids.

"You can sleep in one of the guest rooms, I trust you can find it on your own," he tells John, almost softly, as he catches the girl from slipping away from his lap, "Is there anything I need to know about children before you fall unconscious?"

John slumps with relief, so obviously that Bruce almost smiles. Hardships of raising - or, watching, for that matter - kids, he understands.

"Yes," he breathes out with an air of exhilaration and turns to the kids again, pointing to the middle child, "Danny is the original. He is from this dimension and timeline, that is. Dan," he turns his finger to the older boy, "is in the wrong timeline, he's Danny's future evil self redeemed into older bratty brother. Dani," he switches to the girl, "is Danny's clone, made by his arch-nemesis of a godfather. If she starts melting at any point, wake me up immediately. If any of them start floating, sprouting tentacles, speaking to walls in static, or glowing, don't."

Bruce looks down to the kids. So, definitely metas, that would explain the government trying to get them... Or, no, it wouldn't because he is fairly certain no government is going to blatantly ignore the Meta Protection Acts.

"Don't let them raise the dead, and if you give them food, make sure it doesn't have a face. If you find more than three of them, it means one of them has duplicated, don't worry, they will absorb it back later. Absolutely don't let them touch any guns," Constantine is backing down to the door as he speaks, his gaze flickering from the kids to Bruce and back every second. Like he is leaving a ticking bomb in Bruce's lap, and not three children. "Danny is, comparatively, the most responsible one, the other two are up for any dubious trouble they can get to at any moment. Oh, and their memories are wonky because of de-aging, they remember some things but not others, so if they say something particularly disturbing, it's most likely some random piece of knowledge they managed to keep."

Bruce raises an eyebrow. He did get the part about the kids being, well, abnormal in the matters of their origins, but the disjointed set of rules and advices doesn't help as much as Constantine probably thinks it does.

"Allergies, preferences, ages they were before?" He tries to get at least some more info down before John disappears through the door. Actually, maybe he should send someone to handcuff the man to the bed lest he disappears completely.

"None, but don't let them eat cutlery. Danny likes space, Dani has a thing for exploring, and Dan likes violence." The older kid stirs in Bruce's lap and says something in the direction of Constantine. No sound comes out, but the man seems to get what he's trying to say anyway, "Okay, yes, that was rude of me, sorry. Dan likes... exercise," he ends up with, and that placate the boy enough to slump down and cross his arms. John sighs, "They were seventeen, fourteen, and twenty respectively. Now," he snaps his fingers, and suddenly Bruce can hear the girl - Dani - humming a tune under her breath. So, he lifted the silence spell, it seems.

"Good fucking luck," John wishes to Bruce, earnestly, and all but vanishes away.

Bruce sighs and looks down to the kids.

"Are you hungry?" He tries, and all eyes are on him at once, attentive and unblinking.

"Fruitloops," Danny says, and while Bruce is positive that's the name for a cereal, he gets a feeling that's not what the kid meant.

[unintentionalseductress]

How To Court A Dragon

Warnings: MDNI, sex, monster fucking, DVP, explicit genitalia descriptions, double pp, size kink, mentions of breeding Summary: You unintentionally became his mate. Of course, you have some questions. A/n: Hey ya'll! I used to be called nanamiscocksleeve! Here it is! Now...I hope this isn't something people will shy away from because it took me a lot of effort to write this, not to mention all the weird questions I asked Google about reptilian mating parts (there's a sentence I never thought I'd write!). Also, the things about the pp...I was imagining this scene from The Shape of Water 🤭🤭🤭. Enjoy my fellow monster lovers!

“Sylus?” You glance over at the large, intimidating dragon occupying about half the space on the large fur rug you’re both lying on. The dragon, idly fiddling with a gilded coin, glances at you with a bored look in his ruby eyes.

“Yes, kitten?” he asks in his usual growl as he flicks the coin away onto a pile of gold. 

“We’ve known each other for quite some time.”

Sylus raises an eyebrow. “Yes, I suppose we have.”

“I was wondering…if I could ask some questions.”

“Questions?” Sylus looks at you with mild curiosity. “Hmm, let me consult my schedule... ah yes, I have a free moment between ‘hoarding treasure’ and ‘menacing villagers.’ Make it quick." He flashes you a sarcastic grin and you roll your eyes.

“Can you ever just speak normally? Wait that’s not my question!” You add hastily as Sylus’s eyes flash in amusement, clearly about to reply and further annoy you by not answering what you really had in mind. 

A deep, rumbling chuckle emanates from Sylus’s throat. “Go ahead, sweetie.”

You fiddle with the rug, wondering how to phrase your question. You had been living with, if it could be called that, a dragon for a reasonable amount of time now. Between the cave and Tarus City, there wasn’t a glimpse of another human for miles, and now, he was the closest thing to companionship that you had. 

Initially, you were worried he wasn’t interested in you beyond consuming you as a meal but as time progressed, the two of you had struck a balanced relationship. Now whenever you and Sylus ventured out into Tarus City, the inhabitants had begun to refer to you as the dragon’s mate. The thought had initially made you blush because ‘mate’ referred to something more carnal and intimate than whatever you two were. However, Sylus had made no effort to correct them, and now you had unwittingly accepted the title, and it had become part of your identity. 

There was a cavern within the long and winding cave filled with books from faraway lands and one day when you had nothing else to do, you’d come across a book entitled “The Courtship of Dragons”. It was obviously written from a human point of view but you’d read things that had left you with many questions; most of it seemed to be a work of fantasy like the author had made up some parts just to keep the reader’s attention. You’d turned these thoughts over and over in your head until you decided enough was enough and that you needed to get the answers straight from the dragon’s mouth. 

“I read something about…dragon mating. And I’m a little confused by it.” You venture out the topic hesitantly, looking at him for a reaction. Sylus’s face remains impassive as he regards you.  

“Dragon mating?” he chuckles as you avert your eyes back onto the rug, plucking at the fur as you do so. “Whatever did you read? Tell me. I’m quite curious to know.”

You clear your throat before continuing. “Well, the author said dragons have an innate sense about recognizing their mates and that they don’t…nest with other dragons. Is that true?”

Sylus rolls over onto his side contemplating. “Yes, that’s true. Dragons do mate for life. Once they find the one, they become their own unit. They make their own lair, and no other dragon is allowed to enter it. We get highly territorial if this is violated.” 

“I see.” You twiddle your thumbs together. “And…what if…your real mate is out there somewhere? Wouldn’t my presence be a downside?”

“My real mate?” Sylus asks in a vexing tone. “I’m not sure I follow.”

You look at him in disbelief before hedging on. “You know, your real mate. The dragon you’re supposed to be with.”

“You keep forgetting I’m only half dragon. Chances of my mate being completely dragon aren’t high.”

You click your tongue impatiently. “Fine, the other half-dragon or whatever. Isn’t she still out there? If she turns up in your life one day, then doesn’t that mean…” Your voice trails as you consider the implications. 

“Yes?” Sylus prompts you. 

“Well we’d have to shake hands and part ways right?” You rest your cheek on your palm, bearing your weight on your elbow as you turn to look at him. “I wouldn’t be allowed here anymore since you have a mate.”

“What makes you think my mate would be a dragon hybrid?”

The question exasperates you. “Aren’t you the one who said your mate wouldn’t be completely dragon?”

“I did. But you seem to be forgetting another possibility.”

“What? Is there a percentage of dragon she has to be for this to work?” 

Sylus lets out a booming laugh, the noise echoing richly off the walls of his cave. You look at him confoundedly, unable to fathom what made him laugh like this. 

“There’s no need to mock me.” You huff irritably as you watch his abdomen quiver from his mirth. “I’m just trying to familiarize myself with dragon etiquette.”

Sylus quiets down at your tone before he reaches out a clawed hand and flicks your forehead. “Can you really not think of another possibility?”

“No.” You curtly bite out the word. “And I don't appreciate being teased.”

The dragon shakes his head, a wide grin forming on his chiseled face. 

“You seem oblivious to the possibility that she could also be human.” The tone with which he says the words render you momentarily speechless. You hadn’t in fact, considered that as a possibility at all. How could a normal human become a mate to a dragon?

Almost as if Sylus had sensed your curiosity, he explains. “I didn’t make the rules, sweetie. Dragon hybrids are known to find human mates more often than not. Perhaps with the hope that their offspring have a chance to become completely human.” 

Fascinated with this bit of information, you turn it over in your head. “Aren’t you interested in finding her?”

“Finding her?” Sylus chuckles. “Why would I put in that effort when she’s been with me this whole time?” He raises an eyebrow at you as you process his words, then falter as the meaning finally washes over you. 

“Me?!” You sputter as Sylus watches amusedly, his tail swishing across the rug. “Just because the villagers of Tarus City think I’m your mate doesn’t make it true!”

“Indeed, it doesn’t,” Sylus agrees almost maddeningly. “What makes it true is the mark I left on your neck.” 

Your breath hitches and the moment seems to stand still, stuck in time like a black-and-white photograph. Instinctively, your fingers reach for the bite mark Sylus had left on the crook of your neck when he’d first met you. “What about it?” you ask defensively. 

Enjoying the flustered look on your face, the dragon calmly explains. “The mark would have faded by now if you weren’t fated for me. Mate marks last forever, no matter when they’re given.” He smirks, revealing his sharp teeth. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” You burst out, overwhelmed by this reveal. “ I’ve been sitting here day after day thinking at some point you’ll find your true mate and I’d have to think about how to fend for myself!”

“I’m sorry, but I’m confused about which of these is more distressing to you. The idea of moving out, or realizing you’re my mate?” Sylus asks the question with a lilt and you resist the urge to punch him, knowing you’d injure yourself against those scales.

“Both,” you say swiftly, then turn away from him. You’re taken aback as his tail suddenly wraps around your waist and pulls you against him. His chest is warm against your back and his breath tickles your neck as you squirm in his grasp. 

“Where do you think you’re going my little one?” Sylus purrs in your ears. Determined not to let him get a rise out of you, you sulk, ceasing all movements even as your heart pounds in your chest. His chin brushes against the top of your head like a territorial cat. “What? All bark and no bite?” A soft laugh emanates from him as he continues to hold your body against his and you realize…

“Are you snuggling me?” You resist the urge to look over your shoulder and Sylus presses a kiss to it in response.

“Yes. Snuggling between a dragon and their mate isn’t uncommon. Was that not in your readings?” He teases as he continues nuzzling into your warm skin which was steadily heating up under his attention. 

“But when did we become mates?” You rack your brains, trying to think amidst the fluffy fog now filling your brain as Sylus continues to show his affection. 

“It’s not something you become. It’s something you are. Do you ask the water why it flows, or why the sun is bright?” Sylus’s tail wraps further around you, the smooth scales feeling comfortably warm against your skin. “You just are. I knew it. The inhabitants of Tarus City knew it.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me.” You quip sarcastically as his nose buries itself into your hair, smelling the sweet scent of the soap you’d used earlier in the day. 

“Would you have believed me?” His inhalations were sending tingles across your scalp and you tried not to melt into his embrace which was surprisingly warm and secure. 

“I-I suppose not,” you admit begrudgingly before your eyes flutter closed. Sylus continues his tender handling, and with a sigh, you finally give in, rolling to face him and letting him embrace you against his chest. He doesn’t say anything but cups the back of your head, claws gently scratching through your scalp and you drowsily let him caress the silky locks. 

Noticing your unwillingness starting to fade, Sylus murmurs, “Does the prospect of being my mate seem less daunting now?” 

His tail wraps around the backs of your thighs and you glance up at him, blushing when you see him gazing back at you intently. Those brilliant ruby eyes, akin to those in his treasury, had an intensity you couldn’t place. It was almost like they could pierce into your very soul and see all of you bare. The thought made you feel exposed and you blink, trying to gather your thoughts. The sharp, dagger-like tip of his tail now rested on your hip, and you hesitantly began to finger it, unsure what to say.

“Not less daunting,” you start, observing how his tail flicks gently in response to your touch, the sharp, hooked scales at the very end softening and flattening against your palm. “Not in the least. You are ancient, powerful, eternal. People fear you even as they look at you in awe. A dragon is timeless, and as a human, I’m like a fleeting ember, a mere second in your life. I might have a thirst for revenge on those who wronged me, but I am an ordinary human. I don’t understand why you believe I would be a suitable mate.” 

 You steal another look at him and see that his pupils are starting to dilate, the dark center of them consuming the red. Sylus lets out a noise of frustration, seemingly ready to give up trying to convince you, but to your surprise, he takes a deep breath of fortifying patience, then grasps your chin with his fingers, ensuring you can see his face. 

“I’m going to give you one, final, absolute, piece of proof. And if you still don’t believe it, then I will eat you so that I don’t have to listen to your maddening doubts anymore.” His tone implies he’s being humorous, but you cautiously watch him, fully aware that you have no defenses against those teeth and claws. You nod, his fingers dipping with the movement. 

“You and I share half of each other’s soul. A typical human vessel wouldn’t be capable of such a thing. Not unless you are fated.” He lets go of your face and brings your ear to his chest. His heartbeat was a steady thud-thud-thud, and yet…it felt like a call. Like something was there inviting you to come home, even though you didn’t know where it was, and suddenly, you feel your own heartbeat start to resonate with his, automatically following his rhythm, inexplicable, deep, primal. He waits and you realize what he’s been trying to say all along. There was no reasoning behind mates. You just knew.

You swallow, feeling like you’d been doused with a bucket of cold water, then place your hand over his heart, feeling a little thrill as he covers it with his. A shaky breath forces its way out of you as you lean your forehead against him, a sense of enlightenment washing over you. 

“Understand now?” Sylus asks almost imploringly and your heart clenches at the tone. 

“Yes.” You gather courage and look him in the eyes. “I do.” Then in a much softer tone, you add, “I’m sorry.”

At your apology, Sylus gathers you in his arms, his embrace almost suffocating as he holds you. Your hands wrap around his back, feeling the points in his skin where the wings sprouted from his body. It felt strangely intimate to touch something like this, and you couldn’t help but run your fingers along the ridges, fascinated by the texture. Sylus’s breath catches in his throat and he loosens his grip, easing you back onto the rug. 

With confidence, you raise a hand to cup his face, your chest swelling with joy as he turns into your touch, his lips grazing your palm. You’d never seen him so vulnerable and defenseless, the fact that he was baring a secretive part of himself to you humbling. You don’t stop him as he lays over you, nuzzling your neck and letting out a series of low growls that sound strangely affectionate. 

You giggle, and he pauses, looking at you with keen interest. “Something amusing you, my love?”

“You’re like a cat,” you tease, then pet the hair between his horns. Even as his expression changes to being miffed, his eyelids become half closed. 

“I am most certainly not a cat.” He sounds affronted but makes no move to stop your petting, and more low growls escape his throat. You can’t control your mirth and the giggles now bubble out of you uncontrollably. 

“Then how come you’re purring?” You stop petting his hair and cup his face with both hands, a wide smile forming on your face as Sylus opens his eyes, which are hazy and languid. 

"That... that isn't purring," The dragon hybrid says with a slight huff. "That was a growl, and you know it."

“Or is that just how dragons purr?” You playfully run your fingers behind his ears, massaging the lobes and then back into his scalp at the base of both horns. 

Sylus tries to keep up his facade of stubbornness, but the gentle massages make him shiver with pleasure. "No, that's a growl. Purring sounds like..." He attempts to imitate a cat's purring, but it came out more like a deep rumbling that vibrated throughout his chest.

You snicker, and then an uncontrollable fit of laughter seizes you, the kind that makes your shoulders and chest shake. Here was this mythical creature, feared and worshipped, yet somehow, trying to imitate a cat despite insisting he was not behaving like one. You brush away a tear from your eye, then look at Sylus who’s sulking, his cheeks turning an adorable shade of crimson. Was this the same dragon that you had worried about being a mate to?

"You-you're insufferable, you know that?" He grumbled, even as he nuzzled his face against your neck; he couldn’t seem to help himself. You reassuringly pat his back. 

“If this is how dragons treat their mate, then I’m no longer worried.” 

“Is that so?” Sylus retreats so that he can gaze down at you. You can see how his expression is softening, betraying the depth of his fondness for you. 

“Yeah. I’m starting to come around.”

“Good. I’m glad I was able to change your mind.” Sylus takes your hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing your knuckles and causing your heart to flip-flop inside your chest. Your free hand idly strokes his back, still engrossed with the different textures of his skin where the wings began. 

“You seem to have a lot of thoughts about my wings,” Sylus observes as you fondle the leathery base.

“How big are they?” You ask curiously, then gasp as Sylus suddenly pins you under him, then with a rustling noise, his wings fully extend for your viewing pleasure. You look at them, enthralled by the contrasting marbled red and black membranes, little spikes lining the upper ridges. 

“About ten feet each,” Sylus says gruffly with a hint of pride. “Pure dragons are much bigger though.”

You reach out a finger, watching for signs of resistance and when he doesn’t show any, gently trace the membranes, observing how the sunlight illuminated through them like a backdrop. 

Sylus hums at your exploration, his wings twitching slightly before he lies flush against you, putting them in easier reach of your wandering fingers. He resumes that low growling as you do so, and as you watch him close his eyes, another question forms in your head.

“Sylus…are your wings sensitive when touched?”

He cracks his eyes open, and there’s a quality to them that wasn’t present before. A hint of…nervousness? 

“Yes.” He admits after a gap in a slightly breathless tone. “But only when you touch them.” 

His words only make you more captivated, and you continue to delicately stroke down the leathery expanses, the surfaces almost silky to your touch. As you do so, Sylus suddenly squeezes his eyes closed and lets out a rough moan, like he is doing his best to not lose his restraint. 

Your hands freeze as you feel his claws scrape against your clothes, digging into your soft skin as his wings swiftly drop from their extended positions, cocooning you in a swaddle of red and black.

Unsure what just happened, you gently try stroking his hair again. There had been no mention of dragons behaving like this in the books you’d read, and you were burning to ask him, but not if he wasn’t in the right state of mind.

“Sylus?” You call his name softly and hear him hum in response. “Are you ok?”

He lets out a few uneven breaths before resting his head on your chest just underneath your chin. “Yes…I’m fine. No need to worry.” 

“Is it all right if I ask something else?”

“Does it have to do with those ridiculous readings of yours again?” 

You’re about to protest but decide against it. He was behaving in a completely unprecedented manner and you weren’t about to kill the adorable mood. 

“Why are your wings wrapped around me like this?” Your hands rest on his flanks, feeling his tail swishing as it lightly hits your feet. 

It seems to take him a great deal of willpower to bring himself into a state where he can answer. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, mesmerizing, rumble, and you feel yourself tremble in response.

"When a dragon has a mate, it's not uncommon to wrap our wings around them. It's like a protective shield, a barrier that symbolizes possession. You might say it’s our way of claiming our beloved as ours." Sylus’s mouth ghosts your ear, and his next words cause gooseflesh to erupt on your skin. 

“Sometimes, the urge to mate becomes too strong and dragons don’t particularly enjoy being watched. The size of our wings is significant because they must be able to completely wrap around their mate as our primal instincts take over. Hides them from unwanted eyes. After all, there can be no treasure more precious to a dragon than our mate.”

A claw gently pushes away a stray lock of hair from your face and Sylus gazes longly at your face. Swallowing, you press on with your questions, despite feeling a steady rise of tingling heat beginning in your belly and slowly flooding into your chest and sex. 

“And when dragons mate…is it similar to other animals going into a rut?” 

Sylus chuckles, and his tail slides up your body, slithering between your breasts, the feel of each scale brushing against you sparking little flames of desire under your skin. His forehead rests against yours and his wings seem to tighten around you even more. 

“Rut would be the wrong word. A rut would imply something quick and with little intention other than impregnation. Dragons do not rut like most basic animals…we have a long and sensual ritual, lasting for a significant period, and the end goal is to ensure our mate’s satisfaction. Also, dragons do not have a set season like most animals. Rituals can occur anytime provided both mates are willing.”

Your mouth goes dry at the explanation, and you can see the edges of his scarlet irises beginning to darken even more, like bits of smoke mixing with magma. “A-A r-ritual?” Your tongue feels like it’s too big for your mouth and you stumble over the words. 

“Yes my little one,” Sylus purrs, and this time when his lips touch your ear, he follows it with a wet lick of his tongue, awakening a heady, primal, storm inside your gut. “The dragon breeding ritual. A crucial part of dragon courtship. During this time, the male will go into a rather intense state of need. Nothing matters beyond being close to and satisfying his mate. And the female must be prepared for a rather… passionate experience."

Your next words fall out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. 

“Are a dragon’s organs compatible with a human’s?” You cover your mouth as soon as you ask, face flushing with embarrassment. You hadn’t meant to ask it so crudely, but too little too late. 

Sylus gives you an appraising look, his lips curling. “Well…simply put, yes. They’re compatible with human mating organs but they’re certainly not visually similar.” His reply astounds you and you blink, unprepared for his answer, rendered speechless. Questions buzz in your head as you mull over what you’ve been told.

“I’m guessing there’s more?” Sylus’s eyes glitter with mischief. 

“Ah…well….” You recall one last thing you had read and it was so outlandish that you weren’t sure how to put it into words. Sylus watches you patiently as you try to get your words together. “The book…the book said…that dragons are…that they have…” 

You swallow and bite the bullet. “That dragons have two.” 

Silence follows your words and Sylus’s eyes widen, before he composes himself.

“Heh. Were you purposely saving the interesting questions for last sweetie?” A cheeky grin quirks his lips and you turn your face to hide in his wings. 

“Now now. Don’t get all embarrassed with it out in the open.” Sylus grasps your chin and turns you to face him. “It looks like at least one thing in that book was right.”

Your eyes become as wide as dinner plates. “Really?”

“Yes. That bit of information is true. Male dragons do in fact have two mating organs.” 

The casual way Sylus says these words, like he’s giving a biology lecture contrasts your shell-shocked expression. Your mind could now only attempt to imagine what it looked like and it was going haywire at the discovery. 

Observing the stunned look on your face, Sylus gently nudges you. “Perhaps you shouldn’t ask questions that you’re not ready to hear the answers to, kitten.” 

Your eyes rove down over his body, taking in the wide view of his chest, leading down to narrower hips and legs that seemed to stretch for days. Then his tail, an appendage adding another 6 feet to his whole length. And somewhere in between all this, tucked away under his leather trousers were not one, but two, dragon penises. 

You try to recall your last encounter with a man, a knight, who had been keen on showing his abilities. It was fine, for lack of a better word, and you remembered how the man’s decently sized single organ shrunk once everything was over. Were Sylus’s similarly shrunken and stacked one above the other at this very moment?

At your lack of response, Sylus chuckles, then in an unexpected gesture of tenderness, strokes your hair. “I can tell this isn’t the end of it. Go on. Get it all out.”

Your mind seems to have lost its ability to think. Wetting your lips, you try to think of something reasonable to say but words have lost all meaning. After a few more minutes of silence, during which Sylus has wrapped you up again in his arms and tail, enjoying your closeness, do you finally venture forward with an inquiry.  

“Why two?”

Sylus makes an odd noise like he was choking down a laugh. He lets out a puff of air, chortling. “Ah, kitten. If only I knew. There are two theories, both of which don’t have much evidence to support them.” Sylus turns onto his side and you yip as you’re sandwiched between his wings, the upper one covering you like a blanket as Sylus moves into a more comfortable position, moving your body closer to his.

“The first theory is that because dragon pairings are rare, two organs help increase the chances of a successful pregnancy. The other…” he trails off and his smile becomes positively wicked before he continues. “The other suggests that having two serves no other purpose than to heighten the woman’s pleasure.”

An uncontrollable shiver runs down your spine and you feel your entire body become hot. Your voice is hushed as you ask, “And they…both…go into the same…?”

Catching on to what you were implying, Sylus chuckles at your reaction, your embarrassment only fueling his enjoyment. It was so tempting to tease you into a flustered mess.

"Ah, you're catching on, aren't you? Yes, both of them go... in the same place. And together, no less." He leans in, his mouth close to your ear again. "Can't you picture it, my dear? The sensation of both of them, inside you at the same time..."

You squeak at the graphic description and bury your face into his chest. “Ok, I’ve heard enough! Stop!” You try to calm your racing heart but Sylus’s low purr as he’d explained dragon anatomy was still ringing in your ears. There was a burning curiosity to ask him how it worked, how it fit but you were positive you would drop dead from the embarrassment. 

You twitch when Sylus puts his calloused hands on your back, soothingly stroking your skin. “It’s all right my jewel. I know it’s a lot of information to process. Take your time. I’m yours after all.” 

At his last few words, you lean away and glance at his face. “You’re mine?”

“Yes,” Sylus murmurs, the tenderness in his eyes becoming more evident. “As you are mine. I’m equally your mate as well.” There’s a tinge of possessiveness in his voice that you hadn’t heard before and it was making you feel weak; the thought of belonging to Sylus, of him belonging to you. There was an ancient concept of souls being bound at play and suddenly you find that you’re highly attuned to his mood; the atmosphere has changed, and part of you can feel the intense want that’s filling Sylus’s bloodstream, can sense the depth of his emotional bond as it echoes in his chest. Your body seems to synergize with his, each rush of blood, each dilation of the pupils, and every sigh that’s being shoved back all come into clarity. You reach out to touch his neck and the mating mark on yours seems to hum with life, drawing you closer to Sylus’s physical state. 

Sylus looks intoxicated as he drinks in the sight of you, soft and pliant in his arms despite having done nothing but talk to you about courtship. You were still shy, but he can sense there’s now a primal instinct that’s beginning to take over. His restraint was at a limit but he waits for you to make the first move, knowing he’d regret it if his first act of intimacy with you was for his own selfishness. His voice dropped even lower,  a rough, possessive growl.

“Be mine, my precious treasure. Be with me. Be Mine to claim, mine to protect, and mine to possess."

His words resonate deep within you and the overwhelming feelings you’d been holding back break like a dam. With trembling fingers, you stroke his cheek, dragging a fingertip across his lips, your breath catching as Sylus nibbles the digit. 

Gathering courage, you ask him softly, “Can I see?”

A thrum seems to vibrate through the air and Sylus nods. “You wish to see all of me? I’m yours.”

Sensing you were too timid at the moment, Sylus undoes his trousers, and they rustle as he slips them down his legs. Still in his embrace, covered with his wings, you wait, then trail your hands down his heated abdomen. His heart pounds in his chest as you do so, feeling the unfamiliar terrain of skin and scales before your hand finally reaches its destination. Sylus’s harsh breathing can be heard as he waits for you to touch him but when you do so, you’re slightly puzzled. 

Your fingers brush against smooth scales where a normal man’s genitals would be. You venture further, wondering. 

“Sylus? They are here right?” 

You hear a choked laugh, then he nuzzles the top of your head. 

“Yes, my love. Like I said, visually, I’m not like a man.” His voice is gruff as he tries to explain. His hands roam across your body, squeezing the soft flesh and purring at the feeling. 

“Then where…?”

“They're hidden beneath my scales, darling.” There’s a breathless quality as he speaks. “Just keep…petting me there.” 

Sylus closes his eyes for a moment, his body trembling as you continue to touch him. The sensation of your fingers tracing the scales on his skin was both soothing and arousing, making it difficult to hold back the possessive roar that threatened to escape his throat. Watching your reaction as you explored the area where his scales ended and something more intimate began was threatening to snap his will in two like a twig. 

“Oh!” Your eyes widen as you suddenly feel a bump starting to make itself evident. 

“There…” Sylus’s voice is gravelly. “Go ahead, my dear... Lift my scales gently. Just a little...”

You feel like little electric currents are running nonstop under your skin as you follow his orders. Your sex pulses between your closed legs, all the courtship explanations still fresh in your mind. You carefully start to lift the scales over the bump, curiosity piqued as they give way to a sort of shallow slit, then before you can go any deeper, you feel something hard and moist rise out of the patch. 

Whatever you had been imagining didn’t even come close to the real thing. You watch, transfixed, as Sylus’s twin cocks spring free, standing proudly in your palm. One was higher up on his body, and the other sat lower, and the lower one was slightly longer than the upper. Both of them were hot to the touch, beads of precum weeping from their slits. Colossal compared to a human, their surfaces were smooth but ridged in parts, in a way that resembled scales, yet softer. They were both coated in a sort of viscous, translucent, liquid, exuding from the cocks. 

Sylus groans as he feels the heat of your palm against his cocks. In a constricted voice he asks, “Well? What do you think?”

Fascinated, you gently grip the lower one, silently noting the size of it compared to your forearm, and wrap your fingers around it, barely managing to make them meet around the engorged column. A low growl leaves Sylus as you start to pump the smooth, velvety, column, observing how the shorter top one also responds, pulsing in time with its pair. A slick, wet noise fills the air as you stroke him and Sylus’s hips begin to rock against your movements. His mouth is open and he’s panting, sweat gathering on his brow as you experimentally continue to touch him. 

The scales that lined his cock were incredibly squishy and malleable, not at all having resemblance to the hard and sharp ridges on the rest of his body. As more of the lubricating fluid began to gather on his lengths, you wonder at the texture of those scales against the palm of your hand, and suddenly, start imagining how they would feel inside your cunt. Rubbing, stroking, providing extra stimulation as they nestled deep inside you. You bite your lip and steal a look at Sylus, heart jolting when you find him gazing right at you, and judging by his expression, he can feel the longing building deep inside your body. 

“I can smell it, kitten.” He inhales deeply, your scent filling his senses like an aphrodisiac. “Your arousal. It’s as potent as the daturas on the mountainside.” His cheek brushes against yours and you freeze as he kisses the corner of your lips. It was so unexpected and sweet and you turn towards him. 

“Bloom for me,” Sylus whispers before his lips lay over yours, capturing them in a deep and passionate kiss. Your breath catches in your throat and it’s like the kiss had opened a gate, all your raw desires coming loose. Like a ball of unwinding yarn, your arms draw around Sylus’s neck, pressing as possibly close as you can to him, your mouth opening sweetly to offer him your tongue.

The unbridled ardor of your reaction has Sylus groaning like a drowning man, his tongue slipping deeper into your wet cavern, sipping, sampling, and savoring the flavors that were unique to you. The rushing thrill of your surrender was a dizzying upward spiral as his hands roamed over your body, cupping your clothed breasts as his wings quivered from the tingling delight of being wrapped so snugly around your form. 

Sylus breaks the kiss and his long, dexterous, tongue licks a line down the side of your neck, sucking over the point where your pulse beat hotly, and into the crook of your shoulder. You gasp as his teeth sink into the flesh, a nip of pain flaring through you before Sylus soothes the sting with his tongue. 

“You taste as delicious as you smell my jewel,” he murmurs sensually, and continues his journey across your body, biting and sucking at your collarbone before resting between your breasts, nuzzling his face into the warmth. 

His tail has managed to slip between your legs and the jagged ridges have all smoothed into a streamlined piece of muscle, teasingly moving between your thighs, just high enough for the upper side to rub against your underwear, playing into the wetness that was already starting to gather. You moan at the stimulation, barely enough to even scratch the surface of your raging flames, and hook your leg over Sylus’s hip to give you more access. The thick tail presses into your slit, rhythmically dragging the fabric against your engorged clit as his hands busy themselves undoing the laces at the back of your dress. 

You shiver despite the rising heat as the dress falls apart at the back and Sylus drags the garment off over your head, his breath catching as he finally gets his first, unobscured look at you. His eyes rove appreciatively over your body, his blood humming in his veins as he watches your skin become ruddy, the light filtering over it through his wing casting a soft, shadowy glow. Your nipples were perked and hard, your skin smooth and creamy, with little curls of hair poking out from underneath the sides of your panties. 

You whimper as the very tip of his tail wedges into the apex of your folds, rubbing the soaked fabric directly onto your clit, sending skitters of electricity through your system. The air seems to become balmy as you breathe, harsh pants leaving you as want grows in your core, the overwhelming need to bite down and mark him back as he’d done for you becoming palpable with each passing second. 

Sylus raises a clawed finger and brings it to your mouth, which you obligingly suck, followed by a sharp bite that makes his eyes dilate and brings a grin to his lips. He slowly pulls the digit back, letting it slide between your lips and stroking the wetness onto a nipple, enjoying the way your breath becomes ragged and how your core clenches against his sinful ministrations. 

“Sylus…” you whimper, feeling tension curling in the pit of your stomach like a bow that’s been drawn too tight. His only response was a hum, his head dipping down leisurely to capture your other nipple, licking circles on it with the tip of his tongue, not unlike the motions his tail was currently drawing onto your puffy clit. His thumb and forefinger tweak your other hardened peak, pulling and pinching methodically as the moans of your pleasure fill the chamber. Now and then you feel the scrape of his monstrous teeth against the delicate skin of your nipple, just intense enough to bring a small lick of fear into you before you feel the reassuring slip of his tongue. 

Your sighs fill your head, body yielding to him, melting against the silken leathery embrace of his wings, eyes closing as the sweetening ache inside you builds. You stir as you feel his tail shift, and your panties are dragged down your legs, exposing your swollen sex. The unexpected feeling of his scales is suddenly made present as his tail lays flat between your folds, wetting itself with your slick and gliding smoothly against your aroused pussy. Your mouth opens to let out a high-pitched whine as the smoothened scales add extra stimuli to your bud, your hips moving with him and seeking out more friction. Sylus finally releases your nipple as he feels your desperate humps, and maneuvers you so that you’re straddling him, body balanced on his tail as it continues to pleasure you.

Your voice keens as your hands splay on his hard chest, the slippery appendage rocking against your clit, feeling the differences in the size of the scales while sliding closer to the base as the dagger-shaped tip tickles your chin. Your mouth instinctively moves to take it, sucking on it pacifyingly to ground yourself as your hips undulate over the rest of the sinew. You boldly glance at Sylus and his eyes are sanguineous, uninhibitedly gazing at the sight of you hot and bothered, seeking carnal satisfaction that he knows only his body can provide. 

The end of his tail withdraws from your mouth and teasingly draws back down to your breast, curling around a nipple and squeezing while he maintains the steady movement he knows you crave between your legs. With nothing to muffle your noises, your voice grows steadily louder, echoing off the high walls of the cave as Sylus guides you toward the abyss of gratification. 

“My body is yours little one,” Sylus says in a harsh whisper that has your senses on edge. You feel the flutter of his wings as they enfold you again, a little space of privacy where only you and he exist. 

“Use me for your pleasure.” His hand cups your cheek and his movements become frenzied, his eyes never leaving yours as he watches you writhe over him, trying to find release. 

A soft haze seems to settle around you as your body orgasms. You feel the repetitive little spasms of your clit mirrored in your core as they become longer and more intense, flooding your body with sinful delight as you sob out your need. Your eyes are shut tight, the world becoming an incoherent mix of color and light where nothing is solid except for your mate as he pushes you through your heady climax. Even as your heartbeat turns erratic, you can sense the changes in him too as he scents the salty tang of your relief as your body relaxes. You gasp, steadying yourself as Sylus gently withdraws his tail, letting you collapse on his chest as you try to come back down to earth.

You feel his claws soothingly scratch your back and gratefully nuzzle into his chest before taking a steadying breath and peering over your shoulder at his neglected cocks. They were still standing, colossal and proud, with thick pearlescent beads forming on the tip. The slippery viscous fluid was now being exuded copiously, lubricating the entire length.

You crawl over to them, and Sylus lets out a gasp of surprise as your tongue darts out to taste one, running it over the weeping head. You taste salt on his skin and bob your head down a little lower, taking as much as you can, and Sylus fists the rug, his teeth biting his lower lip as he tries to control the raging urge to take you right there. 

Barely able to deepthroat him, you come back up, letting the moistened cock slip out of your lips before you gather both between your hands, squeezing the bases together before sucking both tips back into your mouth. Your jaw stretches wide to accommodate them, only taking him about halfway before coming back up for air. The lubricant covering them was tasteless but aided their path into your mouth and towards the back of your throat. Sylus thrusts into the inviting wetness as he tries not to choke you. You suck playfully, wet noises issuing from your mouth as you do so before Sylus suddenly jerks your head back, strings of spit connecting your lips to both heads.

“Not like this…” His voice is ragged. Swiftly, he flips you onto your back, drawing your ankles to rest on his shoulders as your thighs part for him. Your hole is quivering with anticipation as you feel one of the thick erections probe your entrance. 

“Breathe sweetie,” Sylus reminds you, his eyes growing steadily more animalistic as he pushes into you. You gasp at the feeling, then your eyes widen as Sylus gently splits you apart, your folds giving way to his massive proportions. You sniff, tears in your eyes at his size. There was pain along with the pleasure as your walls adjusted to him. 

Sylus’s wings gather you close to him, cradling you against his body as he strokes your face, whispering encouragement to you as he continues to sheathe himself into the hot moisture of your cunt. You squirm, the stretch foreign and uncomfortable, unsure what to do.

“Relax my little one. It’s ok.” Sylus kisses away your tears. “Remember we were made for each other. We’re meant to fit.” He halts, nearly fully inside, and your sniffs fade as you slowly adjust to him. Sylus thrusts softly, and you whimper, feeling so full impaled helplessly on his generous size. As he continues those deep strokes, your body seems to easen, the tension trickling away and giving rise to a whole new sensation. Your breath catches as you feel the thick mushroom head kiss your cervix with each stroke, the lower cock slapping against your buttocks with each move. The scales you had been touching earlier dragged smoothly along your inner walls with minimal resistance, flattening every time he pushed in, and erotically stimulating them as he withdrew. Every inch of your sex felt like it was being touched all at once and your eyes close dreamily as you lose yourself to the growing flutters of ecstasy. 

The next set of delighted moans are music to his ears and Sylus sensually rolls his hips each time, determined to wring out every tiny noise possible from you. Your face scrunches up in pleasure as he takes you, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you keep thinking about how the second one would feel. Your breasts bounce as he fucks you, and soon you’re breathing his name, hands grasping his forearms as your bodies fuse together.  

Sylus sees your eyes glazing over with need, your mind switching to a state where all that mattered was the hedonistic rush of your bodies working together in harmony. He pauses, interrupting his rhythm as he angles his second cock at your entrance.

You moan as you feel it but when Sylus pushes, there’s no resistance, your cunt already sloppy from his previous thrusts. The action puts his upper cock in contact with your Gspot, and your cunt feels wonderfully pliant as you feel both of them working in tandem to bring you to another peak. The added thickness combined with the scales' stimulation on both surfaces brought you to a realm of delight you hadn’t thought was possible as he starts to fuck into you with purpose, certain that you are no longer in pain.

His teeth are gritted as Sylus ruts into you marveling at the tightness of your cunt, how every clench and spasm felt on his dicks, knowing he was responsible for each one. Your combined juices start to pool at the base of his cocks, leaving a sticky ring of arousal. The wet squelch of your cunt fills the air and Sylus sees your folds, still slick from the interaction with his tail and he’s determined to make you lose control another time. 

You whine in protest when you feel him halt again and Sylus hushes you as he withdraws his upper dick and lets it sit with a moist plop back between your folds. The runny juices slide down and coat your pussy and you can feel the soft ridged scales now nestled at your most sensitive spot and you realize what he intended to do a second before it happened. With a smooth brush, Sylus buries himself back in your cunt and you feel the tingling stimulation of the scaled ridges sliding through your folds and hitting your clit one after the other. You nearly shriek at the feeling, almost on the border of overstimulation as Sylus sets up a brutal pace, his hips slamming into yours. 

Your face screws up and your eyes are squeezed closed as all your pleasure spots are stroked at the same time, your gspot and clit pulsing wetly. Sylus growls, his body pistoning in hot need as he chases his orgasm, seeking release. Your entire being feels like it’s slipping away, your cries of delight the only thing that can be heard. 

“Cum for me my love,” Sylus says brokenly, breathless and enraptured at the way you look, his legs shaking from the effort of controlling his climax before you had yours. Your body arches off the rug to feel the slick push of his cock and scales at a different angle and your toes curl as you finally let go and orgasm for the second time. It robs you of your thoughts, little brushes from the spikes continuing to push through every tremor you feel as the hot waves of gratification flood your system. 

Sylus’s hips stutter as he feels your walls fluttering around him, and lets out a feral roar as his climax hits him, his balls tightening up in urgent release and they spill their load. His abdomen clenches, his breathing rough as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. You hold onto him as you feel each spasm of his cocks both inside and out, one filling your walls with thick jets of his seed, the other dripping his hot, sticky cum onto your clit, mixing with your fluids as it drips messily into your slit, marking you as his in the most primal way possible. 

It takes a while for him to recover, nestling against you, and you’re content to feel his weight on your body as you stroke his hair. After a period of silence Sylus hums and rolls you over so that you’re on top of him. The action dislodges his cock from your channel and you quickly clench your hole closed, determined to keep all of him inside you, even though your folds are dripping from his essence and leaking onto him. 

“Mine…” he purrs as he noses your neck and you smile at him, brushing his cheeks with your thumb. A deep sense of belonging and satisfaction courses through both of you as you lay together in the afterglow of your courtship. 

“Rest for now kitten.” Sylus’s eyes are heavy with sleep as he cradles you on his chest. Your body felt wonderfully achy from your lovemaking. 

“I hope the hatchlings look like you,” he murmurs tiredly, and you blink as your ability to process starts coming back to you. 

“Hatchlings?” 

“That’s what we call our young.” Sylus tenderly cups your cheek and kisses you. “I’ll be certain to fill you a few more times to ensure it happens.” 

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Play Pretend | Charles Leclerc x Law Student! Reader

Summary: He's Lightning McQueen. You're Elle Woods. But, when Charles misses you, he makes it known that perhaps your career isn't as important as his wishes to start a family.

Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Baby fever? Miscommunication.

Female reader with various faceclaims. Pics found on Pinterest.

2024 but some events switched around 

I'm trying to make all of these different to each other so I'm sorry that this one was less baby fever and more baby mention.

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YourUserName the cause of stress v. the support systems   tagged: charles_leclerc, YourBestFriend

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User1 i love how all her captions ft her degree are legal themed 

charles_leclerc ❤️💛

charles_leclerc mon ange, what are you doing in that second photo

→ YourUserName it’s probably best you don’t know, char

→ YourBestFriend cocktails were involved

→ charles_leclerc this is why i don’t like leaving her with you 

→ YourBestFriend cry me a river, vroom vroom boy 

lilymhe i still think i would be a better support system than charles

→ YourUserName and i fully agree. let’s run away together

→ alex_albon whoa, whoa, whoa. get your own girlfriend

→ charles_leclerc she already has her own girlfriend! 

→ charles_leclerc wait, no

→ User2 the prettiest girlfriend

User3 i swear charles and y/n are the cutest f1 couple

→ User4 they always look so infatuated with each other 

→ User5 umm, how? she's literally never at races 

→ User6 because she’s off being successful in her own way, and charles supports that? plus, she’s always snapped in ferrari merch on race days whether she’s there or not

→ User7 omg yes! when a classmate took a pic of her leaving a final in bright red, and she was easily the most spottable person in that hall 

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charles_leclerc welcome home baby leo  tagged: YourUserName

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YourUserName my two favourite boys ❤️

User8 did you see in the background of one of the pics, they have his “birth certificate” framed and it says leo leclerc-y/l/n. he truly is their child

roscoelovescoco can’t wait’s to see’s a new’s friend in’s the paddock’s 

→ User9 roscoe-leo play date when please

→ User10 not until 2025 😂

User11 but let’s all take a moment to appreciate how cool leo’s parents are. he has an f1 racer for a dad, and a fashionable law student for a mum

→ User12 haha his parents are lightning mcqueen and elle woods 

pierregasly thanks mate. now kika is going to want one

→ YourUserName and you should give her one. i need a mum friend 

User13 first they adopt ollie and now leo. who’s next

→ YourUserName oscar

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User1 the interviewer was asking about future races and charles wasted no time in bringing up his girlfriend. he’s so down bad 

User2 the way his face lights up when he talks about her. he really does love her. 

User3 oh Charles, honey, that’s not giving what you think it is 

User4 any other woman slightly uncomfortable with the way this was worded?

→ User5 lets all take a moment to remember that english isn’t his first language. he obviously meant well, and the love in his eyes shows that he’s excited about a life with y/n, it just wasn’t worded in the best way 

User6 the interviewer was so skeezy for that last comment though

User7 i feel so bad for y/n. she’s always so supportive of charles' races, even when she’s not there, and charles is talking about how he can't wait for her to be done with her degree so she can follow him around the world 

→ User8 i don’t think he meant it that way. he looked horrified when the interviewer interpreted it that way but the interview ended before he could clarify further 

User9 do we think mom and dad are fighting after his *slightly* misogynistic comments about making her a kept woman

→ User10 i really hope not but my heart says yes because he basically said he’ll turn her into a travel wife who only cares about his career but said nothing about her career that she’s working really hard on

User11 i didn’t realise how much i depended on y/n’s post race posts until i didn’t get one

→ User12 she always posts the most panty-dropping post race charles pics 

User13 i miss them already 

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User1 oh god, it’s official

User2 brb just gonna go cry my eyes out for an hour 

User3 literally half of her insta posts have disappeared because they were all charles 

→ User4 the only thing keeping me sane is that any post where he wasn’t the main focus but slightly in them have been kept 

User5 can someone check on ollie? see how he’s coping as a child of divorce 

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User6 yes, yes. this is all very sad but now that i’m done crying, can we talk about what is going to happen with leo? is this going to be a shared custody agreement?

→ User7 how could i forget about leo. do you think they’ll see each other at child drop off or make arthur be the middle man?

User8 i can't believe they just got a puppy together and now they’re going to be co-parenting instead :( 

User9 maybe this is just a minor speed bump in the road to their everlasting happiness? (yes, i’m hoping that they’re simply taking a small break)

→ User10 may all your delulus come trululu

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YourUserName the verdict is unanimous… I’m stressing

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YourBestFriend this barbies practices law

→ YourBestFriend not long left, babe. just a couple of exams and we’re qualified adults

→ YourUserName i don’t think we should ever be classed as qualified adults lol 

→ YourMum i still can't get over the fact that you two used to play pretend lawyers as little girls and now you're actually going to be one

lilymhe good luck, y/n. you’re gonna smash these! 

→ YourUserName if not, fancy running me over with your golf cart? 

arthur_leclerc good luck, y/n/n. try not to drink too much caffeine 

→ YourUserName i’m not that bad! 

→ arthur_leclerc you cannot lie to me. i have had to listen to you after three red bulls

→ landonorris betrayal! 

User1 she’s so real for that last slide tho. like miss y/l/n you are gorgeous and we’re glad you know it

YourClassmate how do you look so nice despite being in the library until 2am?

→ User2 dude, no. that line is not going to pull the stunning y/n y/l/n

→ User3 literally, the love of her life is charles leclerc and this guy thinks he’s going to win her over with a bad line 

User4 guys, is anyone else missing the sweet comments charles would always leave 

→ User5 he would be agreeing with the last slide and telling her how beautiful and smart she is 

→ User6 how about we don’t remind her of her ex-boyfriend the day before her life-changing exams

carlossainz55 good luck🤞🏼

→ User7 not sainz being messy on main

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charles_leclerc there is nothing like racing in italy for ferrari. i wish we had a better result, but that was the maximum today. we’ll try again next week. 

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User9 did you see his interview of him on his way out of the paddock? man was in a rush with poor leo tucked under his arm

→ User10 it’s y/n’s week with leo so charles was running out there because it was time to go see his favourite girl 

→ User11 he was not wasting a minute to see the love of his life 

User12 charles racing faster to go see his ex-girlfriend who he’s wildly obsessed with than he did all weekend 

→ User13 bestie you better pray he doesn’t see this 

→ User14 why? ‘cause he’ll have to fight the urge to like it 

User15 i’m so happy that it’s y/n’s week with leo because we’re going to get the most adorable puppy pics on her story all week

→ User16 also it means that his parents will be conversing 

User17 i love that we’re all depending on leo to get f1’s favourite couple back together 

Baby Fever Angst Series

(This wasn’t due out until tomorrow but I’ve released it earlier in honour of THE MONACO WIN BABY!!!!!!) 🥳🍾🥳🍾

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[dilf-docs]

All Roads Lead To Rome

pedro pascal x younger!reader

summary: your boyfriend swears he isn't annoyed at your little surprise visit on the set of gladiator II; you might have to help him release his anger, one way... or another.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (BARK BARK BARK), smut, p. in v., bit of exhibition kink cause they fuck on his trailer, he swears he's mad but he just wants head, oral (m. receiving), he also uses his armor and skirt while at it bc its hot and not bc i totally want that to happen to me or smth!!!, brat taming, orgasm denial, breeding and daddy kink lowkey, i'm so down bad for him so there's fluff!!! + pedro being whipped cause that's exactly what i want in my men, the cast makes cameos bc i love them!!! use of spanish (i'm latina so don't even try me), pedro wearing a skirt tehee

word count: 3,519 words

side note: i'm about as FERAL and horny as much as one could be!!! damn u pedro, making me walk out in the middle of class and walk on foot to the nearest theather for an early gladiator II screening (bc they're cheaper and i'm a jobless broke student lmao) that mind u it's my first solo trip to the movies but it's okay!!!! nobody interrupt me on my horny dilf hours amirite I TELL U that cinema was almost empty: just me, pedro and hey there's a spot if u wanna join mescal (look at my blog banner IYKYK) so yeah!!!! enjoy this porn lovechild that steemed from it; my pedro renaissance that'd been asleep since tlou dropped AWAKES (u don't get it, i literally watched narcos just for him) i'm so fr i need this man BIBLICALLY!!

"Lemme guess, that's her, right?"

Pedro looks up from his phone, slightly red and embarrassed. He would blame the color on the sun, and as an actor, fake his way out.

"No idea what you're talking about, Paul"

The young man chuckles.

"I mean, every break we get, you take your chair, sit the farthest and pull your phone with the most ridiculous grin I've ever seen. I'm afraid to tell you, friend, you aren't as slick as you think"

He leans back against the chair, covering his face with his large palm.

"At least I tried" he finds no point in lying anymore, "seems like I'm addicted, but if it wasn't for y/n, I wouldn't touch it"

"I'm curious, though" Paul scoots his chair closer, "who texts who? You or her?"

"Me" he answers, but then corrects himself quickly, a bit ashamed of how that makes him sound, "but it's mostly her first".

"Right" he doesn't sound convinced, rather curious and annoyed, something he's too old and tired for, "I don't believe you"

He's about to lock his phone, but the wallpaper (a selfie with you) would probably earn him another mock from Mescal.

"Too bad I don't need you to"

Before he can do so, the irish man yanks his phone away.

"Give it back!" he shouts, earning a few glances from the crew around them, "what are you, ten?"

"No, twenty-eight" they look like kids bickering. "No need to fight me, Mr. Pascal, they haven't taught us the new fighting choreography yet" he mocks, before the phone chimes; they both stop at the sound.

"What does this mean?" Paul asks. "Malta's nice" he reads out loud, "were you talking about possible future vacations? I might have to tag along"

He doesn't follow the man's joke, instead, looking at the message on your chat. Malta's nice, says the little cryptic message, and yes―it is cryptic, because you were just talking about missing each other and some other corny stuff he'd take to his grave. Not vacations, and certainly, not about the european island, which happens to also be the place were he's filming his latest movie.

"No, we weren't" he replies confused, "what do you think it means?"

"Well, obviously, you boys don't know anything" May pops up from behind, laughing.

"Were you eavesdropping?" he asks playfully, albeit, a little offended.

"No, you guys are just too loud" she replies nonchalant. "Besides, you aren't very good at hiding it, either"

"That's what I said!" Paul backs, laughing on his face.

"Stop being misterious and just drop it"

"It means" she pauses―laughing at her own little dramatic effect, "that you're getting a visit soon"

When you met Pedro, you were working in The Last Of Us. Nothing fancy, just part of the technical cast of the show: helping with the filming and stuff.

During those months, it was easy to find yourself falling for the main star (alongside Bella Ramsey), especially when you spent months behind a camera, capturing all of his perfect features; learning them by memory until you could draw them without seeing his face.

Yes, you had fallen for the older man, because it was as natural as breathing; easy as being alive―the fall so gentle and so easy, it was hard to know when the feelings started. You just woke up one day, feeling different.

You liked to act up―always had what you wanted, and times had changed (so it's not like he had to ask first): why not? Which is why during your last day of shooting you took some liquid courage on your veins and went up his way. It was at a little gathering the crew you've grown to call family organized, while wearing your favorite and tightest dress, that you approached him.

It surprised you that he even recognized you, but that's who he was: warm, welcoming and caring.

To augment the surprise, turns out he had eyed you already, but was too shy to do anything. Yes, the worlds most famous Chilean man. It did stroke your ego, and maybe that's why you feel like most of the time, you've got the upper hand on your relationship, despite the years in between.

Still, you feel like the last message you just sent was a bit too blunt. Now you sit at the tiny airport, pondering your next move.

You know your boyfriend isn't exactly the type to scold or get mad―despite his strong figure, but going against the only thing he asked you might test him. Which is why you feel nervous, despite the happiness around you, everyone in the airport looking straight out of a picture perfect summer edition magazine.

And your theory is proven exactly right when you arrive impromptu at the Gladiator II set: making heads turn and guards almost kick you out, thinking you're a fan.

"You don't get it!" you protest, "he's my boyfriend".

"Sure", they laugh on your face. "you're not the first to say that".

"She's not lying" oh, how you love that gravely voice. But not today: not when he sounds like a parent scolding a naive child. Not when his eyes bore into you, slightly irritated.

So now he's dragging you among the set, right to were his trailer is.

"Aren't you going to introduce me?" you ask, puffing your cheeks out in annoyance. He keeps dragging you by the arm, without sparing a glance in your way. Who does he think he is? "I wanted to tell Paul he made me cry―twice. You know I don't play about Normal People and Aftersun"

"But you do seem to play about my orders" he grunts out, opening the door to his trailer. The sunlight reflects against the white, slightly bothering your eyes with its shine, contrary to your boyfriend's gloomy behaviour.

"Are you being serious right now? You're not my dad to scold me. I just wanted to surprise you" you stand still, refusing to get inside. Pedro knows your character tends to be stubborn, and thought he finds it hot to reel you up sometimes, there are other times where he can't just stand that juvenile spirit of rage you tend to have when things don't go the way you want them to. "What's gotten into you?"

"I could ask you the same" he mocks. "Get inside. Now"

"Rude" you scoff, but obey regardless, and he breathes out relieved you didn't do a scene like last time; he still can't show his face on that restaurant to this day.

"I thought you'd be happy to see me" you say a tad bit dissapointed, and Pascal feels the pissed off feelings clouding his brain start to dissipate.

"I do, amor" he sighs, "just hate to see you do things I tell you not to; waltzing in here like you own the place".

You don't see the mistake, though. What's wrong with wanting to do a little surprise? It's not like you were a stalker or something; just a very clingy girlfriend who happens to miss her boyfriend.

"So, you're not mad?" you venture, "tell me you're not embarrassed"

He looks at you, the fondness of his gaze betraying him.

"I'm not the one wearing a skirt while trying to sound intimidating" you joke while caressing the crook of his nose, knowing you always get on his good side. Being mad isn't something that lasts, "if anyone should be embarrassed, that's you"

"Are you saying I shouldn't wear one because I'm a man?" your boyfriend looks offended, "Have you forgotten the movie I'm starring in? People feared the skirt-wearing Roman army"

"Well, I'm not intimidated" you stand defiant, and something dark tints his brown eyes. You can feel the excitement begin pooling in your stomach.

"You're not?" he grips your wrists and yanks you to him, then holds your chin, tilting your head between his calloused fingers. "Well, cariño, you should be"

Your body slams against one of the trailers walls, and you have to suppress a whine.

"You must be punished for what you did today"

You give him a doe-eye look, pretending to be all innocent, as if you weren't enjoying the punishment.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I've been a good girl"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about" he clicks his tongue, "don't play dumb with me"

"I just came to visit you" you murmur, voice husky against his ear. He grunts, and with the proximity, his hard-on rasps against your bare legs, only partly covered by the flowy summer dress you're wearing, "is that so bad?"

"It is. Has sido mala, cariño" his hand travels down under your dress, carresing with his large palm the silhoutte of your ass. The rings on his fingers create a shock, cold metal against your warm sun-bathed skin. "Naughty girl"

"I promise I'll be good, papi" you purr, using that honeyed voice of yours that makes it hard: hard to say no and hard between his pants.

Pedro sits on a small couch he has inside the trailer, guiding you with his hand enveloped around yours, motioning you to follow with a care so soft, you'd doubt he's about to do to you what he is about to do to you. He pulls you across his lap, smiling (God, you love his smile) as your stomach presses against his tights.

"Don't worry" he breathes low, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll make you a good girl. Tell me, aren't you?"

You swallow, "I am"

He moves the panties easily to the side, rubbing your pussy a little. He then spanks it softly, making you mewl at the sting.

Pedro continues to trace over it, "Are you sure about that?"

"N-no" you shiver in delight, resolve dissolving as quick as it came. "I'm naughty"

"It's good to be aware" he murmurs, "Dilo otra vez"

"I'm a naughty girl"

He lifts your head by your hair. "Tell me what you did"

"Disobeyed your orders, coming to the set" you whisper. He lets go of your hair, his hands traveling down again, slowly teasingly rubbing your pussy while he humms.

"You were a little brat, amor"

You whimpered and mewled in delight. "I was a very naughty brat"

He pushed his fingers inside you, plunging his fingers into your pussy.

"Look at you. You're soaking wet" he pumped his fingers in you, making you moan, "Is that why you came to see me? Couldn't wait any longer for daddy to be inside of you?"

You bucked a little, making him stop. He drags his fingers out, causing you to beg for him to go back.

"Answer my question you greedy thing" He leaned closer to your ear. "Did you need my cock this much?"

You whimper, "I do! Missed you so much"

He pushed his fingers back into you, provoking a moan out of you.

"You're always so needy for me" your core tenses, making you shiver. "How badly do you want me? Tell me"

You whimpered "Badly, papi"

"Say it" his face contorts in satisfaction at your pathethic display; crying little mess, "Who's cock, fingers and mouth make you feel good?"

You can't think at this point, your brain fuzzy and pussy hot, leaking. You kiss his lips, moaning against them, "you!"

"Just me, yes? Nobody else can make you feel this good?"

"No one!"

You involuntarily roll your hips to aid you in pleasure, yet Pedro stops you just before you can reach your orgasm.

"Little brat." he tuts, making you groan. "Did you think I'd let you? You were naughty today, baby"

You huff in annoyance, used to having your way.

"That's your punishment"

"But I'll behave" you mewl against his ear, "I promise"

“Good, because I'm planning on fucking your brains out” his hot breathe whispers in your ear seductively, trying his best not to slur the words at the drunken haze that your arousal provokes in him, "but you have to help me first"

You get on your knees, looking at the garment he's wearing. The skirt and general costume makes this all the more hot, mouth watering at the sight. You raise the skirt, glancing at the briefs; just seeing his dick strained against the fabric makes you wet in anticipation.

He sees the pleasure bore into your orbs, and before you do any dirty idea of yours, he's already warning:

"You have to take this off, what if we-"

"Alright" you cut him off, "but the skirt stays"

"Sigue, pues" he growls, voice low yet demanding, following you in your little game.

As you pull the briefs down, his erection springs out enthusiastically, slapping up against his lower abdomen. You shifted your gaze up to meet his, his eyelids heavy and his proud smirk driving you absolutely wild.

"That's right" he chokes out, "show me how much you missed it"

You give him a proud lick, and Pedro hisses at the moment his preseminal fluid goes in between your hungry lips.

Your tongue darts to the head of his cock, running over it several times before bobbing your head down, taking most of him in your mouth. He keeps praising as you pump the base of his cock with your hand. Your head bobs, yet you peek up to hear Pascal's little sounds and facial expression, a motivation so intimate in the way his brows furrow and eyes roll, mouth agape at your movements while his lip suck on those pretty lips of his. It makes you keep going. With every bob you take as much of him in your mouth as you can, before slowly moving your way back up to the tip, increasing your suction the closer to his head you got. A throaty moan escapes the man above you when you now focus on the final lick, making him closer to coming, all while maintaining eye contact the entire way through.

"Don't do that" he rasps, yanking you by the hair again, as of punishment, but he knows you enjoy it, "you promised you'd be good"

You can't answer, so instead, you reach the head of his cock again, and now his eyes roll back, mumbling profanities that sound like heaven.

"Do you want them to hear us, brat? Qué necia eres" he manages to chastise while moaning.

You feel his dick stuck in your throat, and the way he's about to come; you think that after some time dating, you know him well enough.

You're about to leave with your mouth when he stops you.

"No" your eyes open in shock, "what? Did you think your punishment is over?" Pedro laughs, "don't look at me like that. Like you have never done it before"

He keeps you in place by the hair, the rings prickling against your scalp. You feel his muscles tense up, and before you can think anything else thick and hot shots of cum invade your mouth, making it sticky and warm.

"Don't pretend you don't like it" his voice goes dark, husky. "Swallow it all. Te han enseñado a no desperdiciar nada, ¿verdad? Show me your good manners, then"

When you pull out, your throat feels raspy.

"You gotta reward me" you cough out.

"I promised, didn't I?" his fingers trace your face delicately, with adoration.

"It's all about duty, General Acacius" you purr, and the dick springs out again. Hard.

"Princess..." he warns.

"For the glory of Rome" you joke and laugh, then cough, as your throat is still sore.

"Have you been reading my script?" as you avoid to answer, he just chuckles, "ay, nena"

"C'mere" he motions, and you sit on his lap again. Pedro lifts your dress, exploring the curve of your ass. There's anticipation as he hooks his finger around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down to access your core.

"Fuck" you squirm at his touch, grinding your freed cunt against his hard cock. He grabs you by the hip, adjusting you right on his lap.

"You taste so good" he kisses down your throat, ending at the chest were your tits peak.

"Want them?" you offer, pulling your dress down. He kisses them, gently nipping at your perked up nipples.

A wave of pleasure courses through you, and with whines and moans, you show how desperate you are, the hunger making the meal taste better. After all those weeks missing him, you just want him to fuck you senseless.

His lips are rosy and swollen against yours, mouths clashing; starved of the yearned contact. Truth is, no matter how much you know how to touch yourself, it'll never be the same as having his hard cock tear through your tight folds.

Pedro easily aligns his leaking cock with your uncovered pussy, all while mantaining the kiss. He pushes down on you, your dripping cunt taking all of his rock-hard cock, fingers holding onto the soft brown grey sprinkled locs.

"Pedro" you cry out his name, full of ecstasy as the stretch burns so sweetly. His low grunts only fuel your desire.

You trace with your eyes his body, now bare without the upper part of the costume: his pecs and abs, flexing with every pump. With now free hands, your fingers travel to softly caress his stomach, even if your tits are jiggling and the pace is rather frenetic.

"I missed you so much" you pout.

"Missed how you look" you clash your lips onto his, the adoration translating through the smile you press against, a trail of saliva that symbolizes how interwined you are, "you always look so fucking good"

"I missed you too" he whispers out, getting tired.

He's reminded of his old age, forgetting about it as soon as you two kiss, because you bring out a stamina he thinks he doesn't have anymore; almost animalistic. His bones creak and adding the tiring filming day under the hot sun, he feels his body start to give up, the orgams closer and closer.

He blushes, feeling like a stupid school boy with a crush. What did he even do to deserve you? Never thought a pretty young wild thing like you would even spare a glance on his way, but now you're taking all of his cock inside with such greed yet loom into his eyes with a love he's only dreamed of.

You're real, and his.

As soon as those words leave your mouth your orgasm spills over him, some of it dripping onto the skirt, making him curse. You can't stop, still meeting his thrusts halfway, despite your trembling body after reaching your high.

"Mierda" he groans against your mouth,

You feel yourself collapsing on top of him, the weight of the jet lag catching up.

"Getting tired, baby?" he coos. "Shit, and I thought I was old"

"You are" you reply back; you can never not have the last word. And he lets you, because, God, doesn't he love you? He pretends to look offended by it, but the way your eyes shine tell him you didn't mean it that way. "You and your white hairs" tracing over his moustache, a soft hand combing through his locks, "These wrinkles... don't you know how much I love them? how much I love you?"

"And you have no idea how much I love you" he squeezes his eyes shut, feeling it coming through. "God, wanna make you mine. Sólo mía" his pace slows. It's coming, and yes, you will take it all. "Wanna make you a baby, mami. Want you to take it all like the good girl you are"

When he comes, filling you with burning hot cum until you feel like you might burst, you're numb. But there's a feeling so content that pools warmth in your chest, that you can't say anything else, resting your head against his bare chest, both covered in sticky sweat.

"No sé cómo voy a explicar esto" he speaks through ragged breathes, and you can only smirk, "a squirted and cummed roman skirt".

"That isn't my problem" he scoffs, and you feel your head rise against the movement, earning a laugh out of you, "I'm not part of the movie"

"You'd sure think so, with the way you walked in here"

You roll your eyes, face hidden against his chest, "can you let that go?"

"You're right" he pulls you closer to him, hand enveloping you behind your bare back. The quiet doesn't bother you as you lie closer to his chest, his heartbeat the only thing you need to be at peace, "I think punishment time is over. Think you've learned your lesson"

"Then, how about we go out? I've heard Malta's beaches are pretty"

"Relájate, cariño. Seems you've gotten your energy back" he quips, then kisses your forehead. "We need to wait for everyone to get out"

"That embarrased you are of me?" you joke.

"No" he can already imagine his fellow cast members making fun of him, starting with Paul and Joseph when they see you and Connie who will totally notice the fun sticky stains on the costume, "but embarrased of the explanation I'll have to give"

[vladtoly]

Thanos the Match Maker

Nam-gyu x Female!Reader

Requested: Yes

Proofread: No

A/N: Hope this is what you had in mind! I had to re-watch some of his scenes to get a feel for him again, so I hope I did it justice. Thanks for requesting!

You stared at the boxed meal in front of you, eyeing it warily before going back to your bunk. Surely, they wouldn’t poison all of you right? It seemed that their whole play was being ‘fair’ in the games, so poisoning had to be off the table. Even with that thought though, you inspected each piece of food before taking a bite.

While slowly eating, you let your eyes wander the dorms. Everyone was obviously rattled, most not even touching their food. A large group of them stood in front of Player 456 to interrogate him about the last games. Just for his own sake, you wished he had stayed quiet. You understood he was attempting to save everyone, but he was preaching to the wrong audience. None of these people wanted to leave without money, and it was very clear that no sum of it would be enough.

You looked back down at your food. Sighing, you stopped inspecting and just ate. If you died, you died, at least you wouldn’t be hungry.

Footsteps began to approach your bunk, catching your attention. You looked up just in time to see Thanos and his sidekicks in tow, Player 124 opting for leaning on your bunk railing. Your eyes met for a split second, you looking away when he gave a slight smirk.

“How can I help you boys?” You said, attention going back to your meal.

Thanos leaned forward, his elbows on the mattress as he rested his head in his hands to get a better look at you. “Couldn’t help but notice you alone. It’s not very safe in here, you may need a guy to protect you in the next game.”

Letting out a snort, you continued to pick at your food. “Not in the market for a bodyguard, thanks. I don’t need your help.”

“Who said I was talking about me, Senorita?”

Now that caught your attention. This guy didn’t like to be out of the spotlight, so this should be good.

You looked up, meeting his gaze. “And who exactly are you talking about?”

He slid back so he was fully standing, smacking a firm hand on Player 124’s shoulder. He seemed to know just as little about this interaction as you did, if his shell-shocked expression were to mean anything. “My boy here! Nam-gyu can protect you no problem.”

Nam-gyu quickly collected himself, going back to his usual expression as he leaned back onto the bunk railing. He leaned in close, his breath almost touching your face as he spoke. “We don’t know what the next game’s going to be. But what I can tell you now is that I’d make sure you’re safe, baby.”

You raised a slight brow at the pet name but felt your cheeks warm at it at the same time. However, you couldn’t let this guy win that easily. It’s not like he’s been a delight up until this point.

You met his gaze and cocked your head to the side. “Oh really? And how do you plan to keep me safe if we don’t know the game, hm?”

“Well,” he opted to sit on the edge of the bunk, resting his hand on the mattress. His face had moved closer. “I may not know what the game is, but if you stay close, I’ll personally make sure nothing happens to you. We may even have a little fun, who knows?”

Your gaze studied the rest of his face, pores and all. Then it moved to the rest of him, eyeing up if he really could protect you. You realized he was hitting on you, the goal was to get closer to you, which you admit was working.  But you wouldn’t mind some extra help next game if it was needed.

When you were content, you made eye contact again. “Fine. Meet me at my bunk tomorrow morning, before the next round.”

He chuckled, moving his hand off the mattress and onto your thigh. “Or you could come eat with us now, get to know each other better.”

You couldn’t deny how your stomach flipped at the touch. Yet you cleared your throat and slowly moved his hand. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, baby. Maybe I’ll come by in a bit.”

He seemed content with that as his face split into a grin and he finally stood up. When he turned though, he realized Thanos and the other player had already wandered off, probably during your conversation. He scoffed but made a point to nod to you before going in search of them.

You laughed lightly, before looking at your lap, where your half-eaten food still sat open.

Fuck it. Might as well have fun if you might die anyways.

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Squid Game headcannon/blurb requests are OPEN!

[pomefioredove]

only one bed room

summary: it's the sdc and everyone's staying over at ramshackle but, oh no! you're one room and one bed short. being the generous (or gullible) soul that you are, you agree to share characters: all sdc competitors, separate additional info: fair warning I have no replayed book 5 in a while, reader is yuu, reader is gender neutral, rook is rook, most scenarios end in cuddles. can be interpreted as romantic or platonic (nix vil and rook's part)

Deuce Spade

"I don't mind sleeping on the floor!"

it's a big fat no from Vil. waking up sore and tired is unacceptable, and will affect his performance during practice. he will use the bed, end of story.

you offer to take the floor or one of the many stiff and uncomfortable couches in Ramshackle, but he refuses

what kind of aspiring honor student would he be if he kicked you out of your own room?

so, yes, you end up sharing the bed

he's a perfect gentleman about it

he insists on sleeping on the complete opposite end of the bed

to give you your space, of course

not because he's nervous

obviously it doesn't pan out- he's kind of a messy sleeper, and on the first night you wake up with him sprawled on top of you

you decide not to wake him up

you'd been thinking about saving for a weighted blanket, anyway

Ace Trappola

"you better not hog the blankets,"

takes it like a champ, though he might be screaming internally

he already sleeps in a dorm with three other guys- this can't be any different, right?

it totally is

sharing a bed with someone? someone he likes, who he isn't just forced to live with for convenience?

he's not sure how to tease you about this one without coming off as nervous himself

so he just shuts his trap about it (for once) and accepts his fate

in the end, it's no big deal for a player like him

he ends up hogging the blankets, though. hypocrite.

Kalim al-Asim

"YAYYY SLEEPOVER!"

he means exactly what he says

not a care in the world

all he's thinking about is how fun this is going to be! just him and his favorite Ramshackle prefect (Grim heard the news and will be staying in deuce's room to avoid any cracker mishaps)

Kalim, admittedly, is not a creature of great thought. he tends to be dictated by his feelings, and he can be a little selfish sometimes

so when Jamil pulled him aside and asked him to just buy another bed for ramshackle, he ignored him entirely

why would he do that? the situation is resolved, and everyone's happy!

well... not everyone, but Kalim's happy!

he stocks up on Vil-approved snacks, insists you two braid each other's hair and stay up late into the night talking with no one to remind you to go to sleep

(he tried to invite Jamil and got the door slammed in his face)

this arrangement lasts approximately one night

when Vil sees the dark circles under your eyes, it's over

you are confined to the couch, and Kalim is forced to sleep alone

Jamil Viper

"okay,"

really. he's totally fine with it.

besides the fact that he doesn't want to cause any more trouble, he's shared beds with his siblings before. no big deal

he just wasn't expecting to wake up with you snuggled against him

but this is fine

totally fine

he's barely conscious and it's early morning, still dark, the time he's used to getting up at

Vil has things covered, right? he can stay here for a little while longer. it would be awkward trying to get up without waking you

it feels nice having something all to himself for once

he smirks, imagining how jealous everyone else would be:

the beautiful, kind, intelligent ramshackle prefect in his arms? oh, the looks on their faces would almost make this whole thing worth it!

but in the end, he decides to say nothing

he wants to keep you all to himself, after all

for just a little while longer

Epel Felmier

"ain't no way I'm sharing!"

that's what he says in his head, anyway. but it's late and he's worn out from practice (and being shouted at) so he just sighs and accepts his fate

of course Vil would make him do it. it's probably because he's the smallest, isn't it?

you can tell he's unhappy with the arrangement (not that he's making much of a secret of it- he's grumbling under his breath all evening)

he starts coming around to the idea when he wakes up holding something warm

his heart jumpstarts and he nearly panics before remembering where he is

and then he realizes the thing he's holding is... you. somehow the two of you had ended up spooning during the night

but, more importantly... he's the big spoon!

he's almost tempted to wake you to announce that he, in all his manly glory, had naturally assumed the most masculine cuddling position!

(yes he sounds ridiculous. just let him have this one)

he lets you sleep, though. just a little more won't hurt anyone, right?

he's okay with the arrangement after that

Rook Hunt

"I will do it!"

Vil isn't even able to finish his sentence before the vice housewarden is practically jumping up and down

pretty much everyone breathes a collective sigh of relief; a volunteer! thank the sevens. otherwise, this could get awkward...

of course, he quite intentionally ends up with you in his arms

but not for any nefarious purpose, he insists!

he's a light sleeper, and can be stirred by any sudden noise or movement

you appeared to be having some kind of nightmare

it reminds him of a small animal caught in a trap, struggling for its life. he can't bear to see it- it's cruel to let a poor creature go on suffering before you can make the kill

of course, instead of killing you (thank the sevens), he decides to comfort you

he presses your head against his chest so you can hear his heartbeat, and he runs his fingers through your hair until you calm down.

then he keeps you there, just to be sure you don't have another bad dream

if you gave him permission, he would gladly be all over you in seconds. kissing up and down your shoulders, caressing every perfect inch of your body, whispering words of admiration

but he's perfectly content just cradling you for now

hopefully, you will continue to have these nightmares and give him excuses to do this again

Vil Schoenheit

"don't argue with me,"

initially, you just gave him the bed

maybe you were afraid of him; maybe you like him; maybe you just wanted to avoid a conflict altogether

either way, you spent the first night on the terribly uncomfortable floor, and trudged through Ramshackle like a zombie the next morning

Vil was feeling guilty watching you

what? he's not a monster

and he's a leader, which means he has a responsibility. and you had so graciously invited them all into your home...

fine! he'll share. he insists, even

when you try to argue, he shuts you down, repeating all that stuff about responsibility and hospitality, blah blah

and he doesn't want the team manager dead on their feet

arguing with him is pointless, so you just agree

he wakes up with you against him, sleeping peacefully

now, if it were you clinging to him- he might have had a good chuckle. can't keep your hands to yourself, prefect? I'm just that irresistible?

but the way he's holding you, the way his arms are so tightly wrapped around your waist, the way he's so clearly pressing you against him...

he hates to admit it, but you're an elegant sleeper. it's almost cute

the tension is relieved from your face, your breathing graceful and steady, and your perfect lips open just a sliver...

he is a perfect gentleman, and would never dream of doing anything without your explicit permission, but for one shameful second he thinks about how easy it would be to kiss you

... and then he quickly puts those thoughts aside and tries to get back to sleep

he doesn't want any dark circles, after all