#ugh my writing is so rusty

[liminalpsych]

Skipping scene 11 out of an abundance of caution for mature content. You can find it in the AO3 edition.

12. For pride in love

“For all his strength and boldness, this knight’s spirit is too weak,��� Kay spat, seething with a fury far greater than the circumstance suggested.

Lancelot flinched at the ice in the seneschal’s voice in spite of himself. Why this vitriol? Always was Kay sharp of tongue, but rarely was there such passion in his speech. Certainly Kay was protective of his foster-brother, but that seemed not enough to warrant this kind of wounded rage.

“His heart does not obey his king, such that he breaks his solemn oath of fealty and betrays his liege and his brothers-in-arms alike.”

Ah, that was it. Wounded.

Lancelot turned his gaze away from Kay, then, a deep ache growing in his chest. Kay, who never trusted easily and who called few men his friend, felt their brotherhood and friendship sorely betrayed.

What little thawing of Kay’s cold heart he’d seen over the years would harden again from this.

Another high cost of his love, and one he sorely grieved.

“The laws of kings don’t bend and can’t be broken. His crime has no excuses, and he should be given no favour nor mercy.” Kay’s spine was stiff and straight as a spear. His voice only grew in conviction with every word.

Sir Kay met his foster-brother’s gaze with a level stare.

“You know the only price for treason, my king.”

The first to speak was Kay with sharpest tongue,

"He is a man like any other,

The word of kings command him, his heart does not obey

For all his strength and boldness this knight's spirit is too weak.

His crime has no excuses and no favours may he seek;

The laws of kings don't bend and can't be broken."

And Lancelot, his head held high,

Said, "I stand for love of Guinevere,

For pride in love."

[atlasllm]

[sailorshadzter]

im back again 👀

When darkness falls, she feels the chill of winter air against the exposed skin of her cheeks, a stinging reminder of what was yet to come. She stands there on the battlements as she’s done time and time again, but there was something that felt different about this time- something that leaves her stomach full of uncertainty and her heart full of fear. Perhaps it’s the simple fact that any day now, a war would wage quite unlike any of the ones before, one which might very well leave them all dead before the sunrise. She hopes for the best, but she is not the most optimistic of women… How could she be, after all she’s seen?

A sigh escapes her and she turns to go, thinking perhaps she might call for a glass of wine before she retires to bed, but to her surprise, there comes a figure towards her. “Jon…” She greets softly, a smile curving upon her lips as he comes to stand before her. They’ve spoken little since the afternoon before, when they’d shared angry words before being interrupted, unable to finish the conversation. Did you bend the knee to save the North, or because you love her? Those had been the words she’d asked of him, words he had not had the chance to reply to before the knock had sounded. She wonders what he would have answered and yet she finds she’s afraid to know the truth. 

“It’s cold,” he says, bringing her back from her own thoughts and she nods, the breath she releases a cloud of white. “Come,” he gestures for her to follow after him, so she does, heading back into Winterfell’s warm halls. Their path leads them back to his own rooms and he opens the door, allowing her to step inside ahead of him, the door falling closed as he comes in behind her. “Ale?” He asks, to which she nods as she shrugs off her furs, draping them across the back of the nearest chair. 

When he’s poured two goblets full, he turns back, unable to stop himself from staring at her where she now stands, perfectly framed by the golden light of the fire burning in the hearth. “Thank you,” she says when she takes the goblet he offers, putting it to her lips to drink down one long sip. 

A shiver races down her spine and Jon chuckles at her expense. “Better than the ale from the Night’s Watch,” he says as she nods, a laugh of her own escaping as she sinks into the chair he’s drawn to the fire. For a single instance, everything is as it was, they were as happy as they could have been with everything happening around them. For a single instance, there was no darkness falling around them, nothing but the two of them. “Sansa, I…” He knows there are no words enough for him to say and even if there were, he’s not certain he could conjure them up. He thinks back to yesterday, to those words he’d said to her, and the ones she’d said to him. Have you any faith in me at all? You know I do. He wishes with all of his heart that they might go back to an easier time, a happier place; that it was not death and destruction that had brought them back together again. But, he knows as well as she does that there was no changing the past, and so they must keep on, building a future that would bring them peace. 

And perhaps even love.

There it was again, that thing he knows that no one else knows, the truth of the feelings deep within his heart and soul. And then… The other thing. The thing that would change everything. The thing that Sam had only just told him that very day, another truth, but one he thinks might truly be more explosive than his heart’s. 

And yet, he still can’t bring himself to say the words aloud.

“Jon…” Her voice is soft, tugging him back, reminding him that he’s not alone. Suddenly, her hand, so soft and warm, is taking hold of his own. “You can tell me,” she says, even quieter than before, those clear blue eyes staring deep into his own Stark gray. As always, she knows him better than he even knows himself. 

“I’m afraid,” he admits, not the truth he wants to say, but another truth all the same. “Of what’s to come.” Her hand tightens its grip on his and she leans in closer, her red hair falling across her shoulders as she shifts. “I don’t want to fight anymore.” They both know that this war with the Night King would certainly not be the last one and she cannot blame him for his fears. Somehow when he looks back up, she knows what he needs, and so does he; he opens his arms as she climbs into his lap, curling up against him with her head to his shoulder. 

He breathes her in as his arms come around her, closing his eyes against the rising tide of emotions within him. “All will be well,” she vows, her voice a wisp of smoke, her breath warm against the skin of his neck. “No matter what else happens, all will be well again.” She thinks of the long road it has been to get to where they even were now, after all they’d fought for, after all they had done… No, they couldn’t give up now. They couldn’t lose faith now. “I promise,” she whispers and she can feel him nodding, his grip on her body tightening, as if she is all that anchors him to this world. He cries quietly and she lets him, knowing sometimes that was all someone ever needed. 

She would be his anchor, she would be his steadfast companion, she would be whatever it was he needed her to be.

[lunaetis]

@ofstarsandskies asked :

Seeing the reaction to some of the other pranks people pulled on her, Julius and Ludger's is MUCH more tame. Upon entering her room on the Astral Express, she'd find all the linens and cloths replaced with Lulu-themed versions. Some of the patchwork didn't look as good as the others, as Julius insisted he also help Ludger work. By the time they finished, one would swear Eden was the biggest super fan of this random cat who crawled his way onto the Express. The moment she checked her room, that's when the brothers would knock at her door with a large Lulu cake in hand. "Happy April Fools!"

unprompted. ( april's fools ! ) || always accepting

─「エデン」─  the TRAILBLAZER was grumbling under her breath as she returned back to the astral express after having a few pranks and lies thrown at her with the occasion of today. some were harmless, of course, all for food fun, while some were irritating just because of the one pulling on her and a slightly sensitive subject it involved. with that said, the stellaron vessel was more or less beat by the time she came back. she was going to just throw herself into bed and sleep the day away.

                well, that was the plan but certain brothers seemed to have a whole different idea for her.

                amber hues widened at the sight of her bedroom being REDECORATED in the theme of a certain plump feline who had sunk his teeth into her hand before. that didn't make the whole setup any less adorable, however. her bedroom looked like a theme park or one of those biggest fans having all collections of their favorite idol.

                from her comforter, now lined with a large face of the fluffy cat to her bedsheets, then the curtains with countless pawprints and the CARPET with his round belly and big eyes. it took her a moment to notice that the doormat she was standing on was a rendition of lulu's soft paw which felt incredibly comfortable against the touch.

                if it weren't for the knock on the door, she wouldn't have snapped out of her reverie at admiring her room. it was certainly adorable. the moment she opened the door and the LULU CAKE was thrust towards her along with that exclamation of the day's event, the trailblazer stood frozen for a second longer. she looked at the two brothers, the younger, looking hopeful and bright, then the older, with his usual stoic face laced with a hint of warm smile.

                and for the first time that day, eden smiled genuinely.

                " both of you are silly. what kind of prank is this !? did lulu approve of this ? "

                she couldn't remember the last time she smiled so wide over a joke or a prank. these two really are something else. they both were so precious to her, she'd be lost without them.

[ayyy-pee]

ℍ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕤

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Pairing: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Female Reader

Summary: But you can see - in those deep violet eyes of his - three little words swimming behind them that he's been itching to say to you for quite some time now. You want to say them too, have for as long as you can remember. 

But you're both Hashira. It's already enough that you both keep towing this dangerous line, finding yourselves in this exact predicament more often than not.

or

Sanemi is just so down bad for reader.

Story Warning: Smut, Alley Sex, P in V sex, Profanity bc c'mon...it's me, Vaginal Sex, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Sanemi being bad at feelings, Secret Flings, Secretly in Love, Sneaking Around, Some canon Giyuu hate from Sanemi, Reader is a Hashira too!

Art by: krit961 (Twitter)

A/N: This is my first time writing for this fandom ever, but the Sanemi brainrot has been so INSANELY strong I just had to write SOMETHING up. It's nothing crazy and I'm rusty because it's been awhile for me but ugh. THIS ONE IS FOR YOU SANEMI!!!! Also shoutout to @lemonlover1110 for helping me with the title!

“We should head back…” You sigh, breaths coming rapidly. “Before…” A quiet gasp interrupts your words when you feel the sting of teeth sinking into your neck. “Before the others notice…”

”Fuck the others,” a gravelly voice growls into the juncture of your neck. Large hands grasp your thighs hard, holding them wide open as a hard form sits between them. “Don’t give a fuck if they notice, either. Maybe Tomioka will stop staring like a lovesick puppy if he figures it out.”

He buries his face further into your neck, grumbling against your skin. Something along the lines of “I hate that guy” and “I should gouge his eyes out”.

Your fingers slip into the snowy white tresses at the nape of his neck, gripping hard and pulling so that you can see his face. Pretty, long lashes cover hooded purple eyes that soften the moment they catch sight of you. The softness is such a contrast to the deep, pitted scars scattered along his face. But he’s beautiful all the same.

“Sanemi…”

At the sound of his name on your lips, he rolls his eyes. “If you’re gonna defend him–”

“Sanemi –”

“I don’t wanna hear it.” 

Your lips set into a deep frown, and Sanemi matches your expression, stubborn as ever. “What is your issue with Giyuu anyway?”

Sanemi scoffs, “Giyuuuuuu,” he mocks with a nasally tone. “Stop talking about him.”

“You brought him up!”

His mouth finds yours, rough and hungry, all consuming. It’s all teeth and tongue, nipping at your lips because he knows they’ll still be just swollen enough by the time you both get back. He’s marking his territory in his own way, as much as he can. Possessive and jealous, even when he knows he has no reason to be, no right to be. But he can’t help it.

You don’t belong to him, you don’t belong to anyone. Because you know it wouldn’t be smart to commit to any one person. Not in this line of work.

Sanemi has you pressed against the bamboo fencing in the darkest part of an alleyway, just outside of the Ubuyashiki Mansion with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. It’s your usual meeting spot when you’ve been separated for some time, both of you too impatient to wait until the early morning hours when the Hashira meeting has finally ended to see each other.

“Fuck me,” Sanemi groans against your lips. He places an arm beneath your ass, holding you up as his other hand hikes your uniform skirt up to your waist. “Swear this gets shorter every time I see you.”

A giggle slips past your lips, because it absolutely gets shorter every time he sees you. You do it on purpose because you know it drives Sanemi up the wall to see little peeks of your ass and not be able to do anything about it. Makes him even crazier that he knows others can see it, too, and he can’t do anything but shoot death glares at anyone who dares to let their gazes roam. 

But you can’t let Sanemi know that. So you pout, laying your palms against his exposed chest and tracing his scars with your fingertips. You watch as his eyes flutter, sensitive to the touch. “You don’t like it? I can always request a change in uniform…”

Sanemi groans, leaning forward and kissing you hard. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” He presses his groin into your, evidence of his arousal against your soaking core. “You look so good in it.” His hand slinks between your bodies, thumb going straight to your clit, where he presses down, a shit eating grin spreading across his face when your back arches off the wall and you moan. “Look even better in it when you’re making that face.”

Your nails dig into his scars and Sanemi’s reaction is automatic, hips rocking forward roughly and now you’re both whining into each other’s mouths. You’re sure if anyone came across the two of you, you’d appear as this horny couple who couldn’t bother to wait until they got home to dry hump each other. And outside of the couple part, they’d be correct. Sanemi ruts against you, his erection running deliciously along your clothed cunt. Your lips slot together, tongues deep in each other’s mouths as Sanemi grunts into yours, and you keen into his.

There’s not much time to waste, you’re meant to be at the mansion soon. It would be suspicious if one Hashira, let alone two were missing when the Master arrived and if asked, the crows would spill your secrets in a heartbeat. You need to hurry. And Sanemi feels the pressure too. Even though he loves to annoy you pretending he doesn’t care about being late or cluing in the others on what’s going on, he would never disrespect the Master. 

Pausing his movements and leaning back to peer down at you, Sanemi sighs. He’s so painfully hard, his length throbbing within the confines of his uniform as he drinks in the sight of your kiss swollen lips, just the way he wanted them. And your face flushed, pupils blown wide as all hell with arousal. He’s sure he looks much the same, knowing you’re just as possessive as he is, though you hardly show it. It’s simply easier to hide your little territorial marks, the scratches you leave on him when they blend in so well among the rest of his scars.

Your fingers ghost along his chest, finding his nipples and you pinch the hardening buds, smirking when you see the way Sanemi’s eyes almost roll back. He can’t take another fucking second of this teasing. Not after he hasn’t seen you in who knows how long. He wants you badly that even your voice is enough to make him ruin his pants right now. It’s the semi-annual Hashira meeting tonight and he’s not willing to wait until Himejima is done yapping to have you.

Sanemi tugs at his uniform, getting his pants down just barely enough to pull his cock out. The tip is angry, red, just as desperate to be inside you as Sanemi. It glistens with his desire for you and you only.

“Gonna fuck you now, okay?” He tells you, hooking a finger into your undergarments and pulling them to the side. He runs his digits through your folds, hissing when he feels how drenched you are. It helps when he slips two fingers into you, mouth falling open when you throw your head back with a cry, your walls clamping around him. This Sanemi’s favorite part. Watching the way your brows knit together, how your pretty teeth dig into your plush bottom lip to bite back your moans, how your pussy makes the most lewd noises as he pumps his fingers into you.

You are glorious.

Always have been. It’s why he can never get enough of you. You’re insanely strong, clearly. You’re a Hashira, standing alongside him and some of the strongest in the corps. But you’re also blessed with a beauty that rivals every woman Sanemi has ever laid eyes on. He’s drawn to you in ways he cannot explain, ways he doesn’t need an explanation for. It’s why he hates catching the little glances from a certain other Hashira. Not that anyone knows what you two have going on, but all Sanemi knows is that he –

“Sanemi…” you whimper, eyes gazing softly at him. “Please. I need you.”

And he doesn’t need to hear more. His lips crash against yours as he swiftly pulls his fingers from you, gripping his length tightly and pumping himself. “How bad do you need me?” He asks. Because he needs you so fucking bad right now he can’t think straight. His mind is foggy, his body burns with his lust for you. 

“So, so bad, Sanemi,” you loop your arms around his neck, kissing him just as eagerly as he kisses you. “I need you more than anything.”

Sanemi groans, pressing the tip of his cock to your entrance. But his eyes never leave your face, even as the tip breaches your walls and makes him want to shut his eyes and focus on not cumming embarrassingly fast. He wants to see you, watch the way you lose yourself when he splits you open. The thought of it has him pulsing painfully in his hand. He rolls his hips forward, slowly, gritting his teeth when your wet warmth envelops him. “Still so goddamn tight for me,” he grunts. “Your greedy cunt is sucking me right in, fuck.”

Your nails dig into the fabric of Sanemi’s shirt, hanging on for dear life as Sanemi pushes deeper and deeper into you. As many times as you’ve been in this position with Sanemi, it always feels like the first time. He’s so long and thick, you have to adjust every time he slips into you.

“Oh my god,” you whine, and Sanemi pauses.

“You okay?”

“Yes…just…fuck me, please, Sanemi…”

He grips your thighs, pushing you back against the bamboo fencing to hold you in place. And then he thrusts forward, bottoming out in one swift motion and you both cry out in unison, the overwhelming pleasure making you both shudder.

“Fucking hell,” Sanemi sighs. He places his hands beneath your ass, keeping you still while he rears his hips back, only to slam back into you over and over. He pounds into your pussy at a relentless pace. Half because you’re on one hell of a time crunch, and half because he can’t help it. He feels animalistic when it comes to you, fucking into you mindlessly because it just feels so goddamn incredible. Every thrust feels better than the last, your warm walls clenching around him with each snap of his hips.

“I can’t go that long without you again…” Sanemi croaks, catching himself because he feels he’s getting too sentimental. “...without your pretty little pussy.”

“God, just say you missed me, you asshole.” You tell him, moving your own hips to meet his strokes. Though your words come out as more of this pathetic whimper than an actual demand and it makes Sanemi’s hips stutter. Just briefly. His hands on your ass lift you up before pulling you to sink back down on him.

Sanemi chuckles, leaning back just enough so that he can look between your bodies, watch the sticky strings of your slick connecting you, watch how his dick disappears. “Did you miss me?”

“Yes!” You cry when Sanemi hits a particularly tender spot. “Shit, I missed you so much, Sanemi.”

His brows rise, a little surprised by the confession, and a loud one at that. “Oh?” He kisses you hard, keeping his pace. Your confession turns him on more than he’s willing to admit. He missed you, too, though it’s harder for him to say so. Instead he fucks all of his feelings into you. 

How he misses you when you’re apart, because his thoughts are dangerously distracted wondering what you’re doing, who you’re with, if you’re alive.

How he wishes you’d be assigned missions together, so he could watch you tear a demon's head straight from their shoulders. Then find somewhere to stay the night so he can fuck you on every surface possible (He’s done this with you before. He wants to do it with you again).

How he wishes he could open his mouth and tell you how he truly feels.

But those feelings have always been foreign to him. Sanemi is lucky you understand his silence, that you accept his actions for what they are and let them speak for him. You accept everything he gives you happily. And as you tighten your legs around his waist, as you quietly let your pleasure be heard by him and him alone, as your walls clamp down around him with your release, convulsing and pulling him into you, Sanemi can only thank the Gods for every shitty circumstance that led him to you.

Does he deserve you? Probably not. Does he care? Absolutely not.

Because you chose him. This secret…whatever this is. Out of anyone in this world, you chose Sanemi.

And it’s enough to send him over the edge with you, gasping desperately for air as he tries to find your lips again. He closes his eyes, pushing himself as deep as he can as his release floods your walls. It’s so much, a build up over time and he knows his seed will be dripping out of your core before he’s even had a chance to pull out. It’s always this way. Because Sanemi doesn’t bother entertaining other women when he’s away. He only wants you. So the second he’s within the same vicinity as you, he has literally so much to give.

You never seem to mind.

Sanemi breaks the messy kiss, placing gentle, sweet pecks to your cheek before he leans back to stare down at you. That fucked out look on your face almost has him getting hard again. But you don’t have time for that, so he just watches you and you watch him. And he’s glad for the fact that you can’t see the way his mind is racing with only thoughts of you, thoughts of this feeling he’s buried so deep trying to claw its way up Sanemi’s throat.

But you can see - in those deep violet eyes of his - three little words swimming behind them that he's been itching to say to you for quite some time now. You want to say them too, have for as long as you can remember. 

But you're both Hashira. It's already enough that you both keep towing this dangerous line, finding yourselves in this exact predicament more often than not.

It's a little more than ridiculous actually, the way neither of you can resist sneaking glances, hiding touches, making excuses to leave on missions together. You and Sanemi…you're drawn to each other, your strings of fate knotted tightly together. It’s become impossible to leave each other alone. You don't think you'd be able to resist what you're doing even if you met as two civilians on the street. Hell, you couldn't resist each other all those years ago when you were low ranked corps members. 

Training was a confusing hell back then, every session filled to the brim with fury and a strange and thick tension neither of you could put your finger on until way down the line. It wasn't until one particular training session when Sanemi had you pinned to the ground, his strong hips pressing into yours, that you then understood what that tension was. The evidence was apparent in the way Sanemi's hard stare bore into yours, how the heat between your legs began to ignite when you felt Sanemi’s thick length pulse against you, how something akin to a whimper fell from his lips when his gaze snapped down quickly just in time to watch the hem of your uniform skirt slip further, enough for him to see the way your bodies seemed to just…fit.

Then his eyes were back on your face, your lips, now parted as harsh breaths escaped you. Your eyes, wide and wanting, peered up at him from beneath your lashes and Sanemi remembers this being the very moment he stopped denying what he had always known. You are breathtakingly beautiful. He also recalls this being the moment he knew he was done for. 

So when your hands found themselves placed against his not yet scarred chest, balling the sweaty fabric of his shirt in your fists…when he leaned closer and curiously rolled his hips against your clothed core and heard you let out the most captivating sound he'd ever heard, a sound he's been obsessed with since he's heard it…when he pressed his lips lightly to yours and you whispered into his mouth “I've never done this before”.

Yeah, Sanemi knew then that he was fucked. 

And though that night was not the night you'd given your virginity to Sanemi - that would happen years later - it was the night Sanemi tasted you for the first time. And he devoured you time and time again like a man starved. He would have you any way and any time that he could, if you allowed him. 

That was only the beginning.

Not much has changed in the years that you have been keeping up this arrangement with Sanemi. It's the only thing that you both keep coming back to, the only thing that feels solid. Though you both know it's stupid to feel as if anything in this line of work is not at risk. 

Every night that you lie awake, together or not, is a reminder. Every semi-annual meeting with the Hashira, mentally taking a headcount of everyone is a reminder. Every Hashira meeting without Rengoku, without Tengen is a reminder. 

Death is always standing just outside your door.

You can't afford to delude yourselves into thinking you can freely love and care for each other. Not until this thousand year war is over. Not until you are free to roam beneath the stars together without the scent of blood, the cries of pain and loss tainting the night. 

So, as you and Sanemi slip into the gates of the Ubuyashiki Mansion, your fingers brush together just briefly - a silent display of those words you dare not mutter aloud. You make your way to your respective places amongst the strongest of the Demon Slayer corps; you, next to Tomioka and Sanemi beside the Serpent Hashira. And while you quietly mingle with those around you before the Master appears, you miss the hushed conversation further down the line. 

“You reek of her,” Obanai remarks. Resting around his shoulders, his snake whips his tongue out at Sanemi in almost an agreement. 

“Shut up.”

“You're more tense than normal. Did you finally confess? Did she reject your advances?”

“I said shut up,” Sanemi growls. The chatter of everyone is already grinding on his nerves and your voice is not helping. He wants to look at you. See what - or who - has you giggling and speaking so sweetly that it's making him sick. It shouldn't matter. You can talk to whoever you want.

‘Except Tomioka,’ Sanemi thinks. But it's only because he's so clearly in love with you! He can't understand how you don't see it.

“Looks like Tomioka is making his move,” Obanai notes quietly, like he read Sanemi’s mind.

Sanemi can hear the teasing tone in his voice. The asshole is really getting a kick out of this. Even still, it's enough to have Sanemi’s gaze snapping over to you just in time to see Tomioka and you smiling sweetly at each other, nodding and whispering amongst yourselves. 

It shouldn't make Sanemi as upset as it does, just seeing you enjoy yourself with him, seeing him enjoy himself with you. Your smiles, your laughs, your kindness. It should only be for Sanemi. But you're a kind person…too kind. So kind you'd allow a monster like himself to fall in love with you.

Tomioka is much kinder, more understanding, better for you than Sanemi could ever be. 

And so, seeing you and him bond…Well, it fills Sanemi with a rage so hot he finds himself standing, eyes locked on the back of your head. You must feel it, his gaze beating down on you like rays of heat from the sun itself, because you fall silent and your head snaps around. Your eyes find Sanemi's immediately, gaze wide and questioning. 

Tomioka looks confused as well. ‘Good,’ Sanemi thinks. He can't wait to see the look on the Water Hashira's face when Sanemi does what he's been wanting to, but admittedly too scared to do for so long – claim you as his in front of everyone.

He lets the fumes of his anger fuel him, gritting his teeth so hard his jaw hurts. And then he's opening his mouth to speak, tongue on the roof of his mouth as all other chatter dies and the eyes of the other Hashira land on him. 

“I lo-”

“The Master has arrived!” Twin voices call in unison. 

And it's like muscle memory for every single Hashira, falling in line on one knee with their heads bowed as the Master approaches. His arrival extinguishes the fire that burned hazardously within Sanemi just seconds before, soothes the scorching left behind. His head is clear now, the reminder of why you both choose to keep your meetings between just you two evident.

You have a job to do. Defeating this evil comes before all things, even you. Though with the way Sanemi almost blew the lid off of your secret, he's not sure how much longer can go on without openly being with you. 

But it sparks something within him - a new fire. One that burns solely for one purpose. 

To defeat Kibutsuji Muzan…so that he can finally, and fully have you. 

[arlerts-angel]

Could I get a sex on the beach with a cherry on top for Rin Itoshi? :) 💕

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍹 ⋅ 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐏 !

⟢ ingredients: 18+! mdni. ノ rin itoshi x fem reader ノ pwp ノ college au ノ hate sex ノ unprotected sex (piv) ノ cowgirl ノ creampie ノ rin is mean :( he literally doesn't touch you lol ノ bimbo-esque reader ノ some degradation: variations of slut, brat, whore ノ physically ambiguous reader ノ

⟢ wc: ~550

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈'𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 was not an easy task. in his mind, everyone in his vicinity was beneath him — nothing but lowly pissants who make the mountains that he moves.

and when you did manage to get his attention, it wasn't very long... nor was it pleasant, but you had it, and that's what you wanted.

he'd scoff and act irritated beyond belief, like he was doing charity work to give you his time of day. you didn't care, though. you were determined to fuck rin itoshi.

"rin!! got a minute?" you ask, knowing his answer will be...

"i certainly don't have time for your shit..." you say in unison. he glares at your grin.

"tch. you're an annoying brat" he sighs, looking down at you with a bird's eye view of your cleavage. he grows increasingly irritated at the sight of your skimpy uniform, yet turned on by your physique.

his cheeks grew bright red and warm, and he hoped like hell you wouldn't notice both his embarrassment or the excitement in his pants.

nothing gets past you, though.

"what's wrong rin? you've never seen tits before?" you taunt with a devilish grin.

"don't talk to me like that. it's trashy. though i should expect nothing less from you" he quips.

"oooh! fiesty today!" you giggle, feeling a pool of arousal growing in your panties.

"shut up, slut" he groans exasperatedly.

"mmm keep going rin, i'm close!" you moan playfully.

"fuck's sake..! you're so desperate. if i fuck you will you piss off?! he asks annoyedly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"oh, absolutely" you reply with a smirk.

he grabs your wrist tightly and drags you to his on-campus apartment. his cock silently begging to be freed from the confine of his pants. he slams the door behind you then slams himself down onto the couch.

"you want to fuck so bad? fuck me yourself then, slut" he spits as he takes his cock out of his pants. his tip is red hot and dripping with precum.

"take a fucking picture, it'll last... wha– are you drooling?! tch" he grumbles.

you sit yourself down on his pretty cock, studying his face and moaning as you adjust to his size.

"mmm rin!" you moan, rubbing your clit while slowly moving your hips.

"you're this fucking wet? i haven't touched you... filthy slut" he hisses as his cock is enveloped by your tight cunt.

his eyes flutter and roll back as you slam yourself up and down his length, earning a few grunts and groans of pleasure. you grin and squeeze his cock tighter. "shit... just like that, right there" he groans and grips the cushions.

"nngh! rin! 'm gonna cum!" you cry out, feeling a jolt of electricity strike your clit as you reach your orgasm. your pace slows as you recover.

rin groans as he feels your cunt pulsing around his cock, then again when your pace quickens. "fuck..! ugh-!" he groans as his cock twitches one final time, then dumps his load deep inside you.

rin catches his breath while you gather your belongings. "as promised, i'll stop bothering you now" you grin.

"right, and don't even think about telling anyone about this, got it?" rin scoffs while he cleans himself off.

you nod, then see yourself out.

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note: this is my first time ever writing bllk/rin itoshi smut so please let me know how this was 🥺🤲 also forgive me if i'm rusty, i feel like i haven't written in ages !!

[allaboutnayeli]

never expected to like you this much [i.engen x reader]

prompt: who would have thought ingrid and you would make it this far?

author notes: this is my peace offering for my like week long hiatus. my writing is a bit rusty so spare me 🙏🏾 hope y'all like it!

when you first got into a relationship with ingrid you thought it would be just a casual thing. nothing too serious, nothing too deep. you were only twenty one at the time while ingrid was twenty three. the people around you have always instilled in you that your twenties was for discovery, partying, and finding out what you liked in a relationship. not the time to be tied down to one person. you use to agree to that, but it was hard when you started to associate the norwegian with home.

when you started to miss her when she wasn't around and wait around for her texts when she went off for international games. can you really be blamed? ingrid was so charming in such a calm way. she was this comforting presence who was just enough of everything somehow.

now it has been two years, you being twenty three and ingrid being twenty five. she was way more than something casual now and truly you can't be blamed for it.

how could you two be anything casual when ingrid's hands rub on your back so gently as you complain about your shitty day. she finds your exaggeration and dramatic flair so interesting as you dig into how annoying your co worker was today.

something about having to share a project with complete idiots escape your lips as well, but ingrid can't really tell. she is trying to pay attention, she swears, but you're just so gorgeous. and your skin is so soft against her hands. it's hard to focus.

"and you know what else? one of those bastards ate my lunch today. that you packed for me right before you left for practice! isn't that so heartbreaking, babe? like ugh.." you groan out.

"totally, baby. i'll make sure to put something they're allergic to in the lunch tomorrow so you don't even have to worry about it," ingrid says with that adorable small smile on her lips. you turn your head a bit to get more of a view of her. "really?" you say in a tone that sounds way too serious

ingrid laughs at your genuine seriousness, "what? god no. i'll just pack you something dry so you don't have to put it in the fridge. all fixed babe."

you groan and turn your head away from her. your girlfriend was too nice for her own good in your opinion, but it's a good look on her so you let it slide this time around.

nothing is casual is about the way you reassure ingrid before a big game. you two's bodies pressed against each other you slowly sway back and forth. your head resting on her chest, her head resting on top of yours.

"you are a great footballer. that's why you're in this position, playing at one of the best clubs in women's football, in front of such a large crowd. you will do great babes" you say softly. ingrid hums in response. placing a kiss on the top of your head in thanks. the worry in the norwegian player's heart before a big game always bothered her. would she do well enough? how good would her playing be today? it was hard to push away such thoughts when she remembers what position she is in. however hearing about it from your mouth makes it seem way less stressful and better than it feels. your reassurance is definitely her lucky charm now.

and you definitely knew it wasn't casual when you started to imagine how it would be like to start a family with the norwegian.

ingrid is holding up your little sister, grace, making airplanes with the toddler who is giggling. "who's the cutest babygirl in the world? you are," ingrid says as she starts to kiss all over grace's face. the sigh was adorable and feeding your baby fever so bad. ingrid is still playing around with grace while you're already thinking about what clinics to visit after this.

yeah, this is nowhere near casual.

[islandiis]

Fannar nods in understanding, watching very intently and doing his best to read their patterns. They are beautiful, though he quickly finds himself struggling to tell them apart as they shift and move past each other — it must be something that comes with time and familiarity, as Hikaru had said. He can see, at the very least, the way some of them hang back and some are more eager, which he supposes is one indication of their vibrant personalities. Admittedly, he has never really thought before about fish having distinct personalities. With fishing being such an industry in Iceland, it's too easy to think of them as distinct from animals, unfeeling. He'll definitely have to write about this, when he is back home. How fascinating.

"I must admit, I think these sorts of things call to me more than — well, cities, and such. I-I do love to see new places, of course, including new cities, but... Things like this are very peaceful. It's nice." Then, with a smile, "Thank you for sharing it with me."

It always feels like a privilege. Fannar watches as the fish disperse after their feed, and then he looks between Kiku and Hikaru with a polite smile; careful not to laugh, lest he come off as impolite, but he can't help but think of some of his loved ones who have definitely fought over snacks before.

"If I can help at all, with anything, I would be happy to," He starts, although his ears prick up almost immediately at the sound of loud, excited voices. Kiku leaves, and Fannar is quick to hold his hands up with a little smile.

"N-no, not an inconvenience at all! I'm very excited to meet them, actually." It might be a bit of an experience for them, too — he wonders how familiar they might be with Iceland, since it is so small, and so far away. He expects that quite a few questions might arise there — and he has some of his own, for them! It would be nice to meet them. Fannar stands, and keeps his hands clasped politely in front of him. "If I can help with anything, please do just let me know, though."

islandiis​:

Fannar nods along, not appearing at all perturbed by the idea of wrapping the plants in bubblewrap; if it was necessary, then it was necessary. The fact that he also knows precious little about gardening probably also helps. He does wonder, vaguely, what it must be like here in winter. Especially compared to home — Is it much colder, or would it be comparable to Iceland? He wonders what it must be like, too, to have plants that will actually grow. Yes, there are greenhouses back home — but they are mainly used for vegetables and produce, not flowers, not plants. Parts of Iceland are certainly lush, but in a different way; all moss and crowberries and birch which grows to the ground.

Fannar is brought back to reality when the doors are opened, and the smell comes with it. While he would describe the smell as pleasant, he also knows it could easily aggravate his chest should he breathe it too deeply in; he’ll content himself with the fresh air outside.

“They have different personalities?” He echoes, and Fannar shakes his head. “I didn’t know that. Is it… Are they easy to tell apart? I am afraid I don’t know much about them.”

Although, he’s quick to add, “Though, I understand not naming them, in that case. I think I would do the same thing — I would hate to give them a name they don’t like.”

The suggestion comes abruptly, but Fannar’s eyes - sure enough - do just light up. It would be the first time he had seen something of this nature, and he can imagine it would be quite fascinating; but again, he doesn’t want to appear too eager. He tucks a lock of hair back behind his ear while Hikaru retrieves their food, but the traces of nerves dissipate into curiosity once the fish begin to gather.

Do they know who Kiku and Hikaru are—? He had never really considered the possibility, or given it much thought. The extent of his own experiences with fish were in the seas around Iceland - even then, most often by proxy through his seamen - and koi were completely foreign to him. They seem so much more like pets than haddock or cod are, if they are able to form relationships like this.

He hangs back, but watches with great interest as each fish rises to it’s food. The markings are beautiful, and he can see now how unique they are, as well; even if their personalities were all the same, they’d be distinguishable in their looks. How amazing!

“They are so beautiful,” he says, mesmerized. “And they must be intelligent, too. They seem very comfortable with you.”

Hikaru can feel Fannar’s enthusiasm– or at least, he’s pretty sure he can feel it. It’s a vibe in the air, but not enough to disturb the fish into being too nervous to come get their meal. Kiku lingers in the doorway of his own room, though; he’s the only one they don’t seem to like, which he’s accepted as an ongoing trend among pretty much everything in nature. Except, of course, the little white fluffball of a dog that follows him around. Even Momo seems careful not to disturb the feeding, and keeps closer to the wall than the edge of the veranda. She comes to a stop right beside him and sits down patiently while he fidgets momentarily, watching Hikaru from afar.

"I think at first it would be difficult to tell them all apart, but I have spent so much time with them that I can tell by their patterns which one is which. I found out their personalities much later on, and it took quite a while to get them this comfortable,” Hikaru explains, taking a few moments to watch the group. A few of the more shy fish always approach last, when the more aggressive ones have had their fill, and he is ever patient with them just to make sure none are left out.

“Whenever you want to visit, I would love to be able to share more of these sorts of things with you. It is not often we get visitors who prefer the more calm aspects of our life here. Understandably, a lot of visitors prefer doing things a tourist might do.”

Regrettably. Though they certainly don’t hate partaking in “tourist-y” activities for the wonderful (or not so wonderful) trips down memory lane said excursions can provide, they are simply too old for it sometimes. Being able to share something in a more calm environment suits them both a bit more at this age, and it’s certainly more authentic than something meant to appeal to visitors.

“ね、光くん。 When is feeding time for us?”

Kiku’s question was expected, but Hikaru couldn’t help laughing a little. It hadn’t even been that long since he got home!

“I suppose I should get started soon… I may have to get some extra ingredients, but it should not take long if so. And there are plenty of snacks to have… but please remember to share.” A pointed look was given to Kiku as the fish all went their separate ways after the last bit of food was handed out. He’s behaved so far, but Hikaru knows he can be greedy with snacks, and the whole family wasn’t even home yet.

“By the way, I should mention that–”

Too late. Pochi and Momo were already scrambling to get to the front of the home again, and now there were more voices. Loud and excitable, the kind that could only belong to children. Before Kiku could move, Hikaru was off to go wrangle them himself– and ask them in very firmly worded terms to please be on their best behavior around their company!

“We’ve got a few little islands north and southwest of our main islands that have ended up here. One of my students from the base collects them from school for me since I’m usually late… I hope that isn’t too much of an inconvenience. Children can be a bit overwhelming, especially our oldest…” The last thing he wanted to do was cause unnecessary stress for Fannar, especially since half of their youngsters (the half that Kiku himself spoiled rotten, incidentally) tended to ask a million questions each whenever new guests came by.

[yellowwwcrayon]

genderswap AU (always a woman!Logan x Wolverine Origins!Wade)

A related thought I had a few days ago.

Warnings for the below - mentions of past child SA from Wade's uncle.

"Icebreaker question, when did everyone lose their v-cards?" Wade asked as annoyed groans broke out all around the campfire. Their new CO stood and walked off into the pitch black night without so much as a wave for good night.

Rude.

"Alright, now that the 80-year-old virgin has left the chat, how about the rest of you handsome devils, hmm?" He grinned at the sullen faces reflected in the fire's glow, shiny with sweat and gun oil and probably dried blood. "Oh, come on. I'm just trying to get to know my new teammates better. We just annihilated a whole ass cartel together, time to whip out some mimosas, gossip about our sordid pasts and braid Victor's chest hair."

Victor's jaw twitched as he zipped his vest up over that impressive plumage. The woman sitting next to him, the only woman in their little ragtag team of homicidal freaks mind you, snorted and lifted the lukewarm beer she'd been nursing for the past fifteen minutes up to her face. He watched her take a long swallow, some of the foamy white liquid sloshing over the corners of her mouth and meandering lazily down the olive skin of her exposed neck.

Fred cleared his throat, "sixteen. She was my high school sweetheart."

"Sickening," Wade commented after a pause, ripping his gaze off of Logan and picking up his own forgotten beer, "I'd like to say twenty," a few disbelieving laughs echoed through the men, "but officially, twelve and a half, to a weird uncle on my dad's side at a Christmas party."

Zero made a face.

"Why twenty?" John asked from beside him.

"Oh just because of how earth-shatteringly good it was," He kicked his legs out and rolled his shoulders back, acutely aware of Logan's eyes on him across the flickering fire, "you see, I was but a simple innocent Canadian boy before I met her. After, I emerged a man."

"You are so fucking weird," said Zero.

"Hush, Jimin, I'm telling the story here."

"Jesus."

"My car, well, it technically wasn't my car. I stole it off of a drug dealer south of the border, but I digress. Anyway, it had broken down on the side of the road in Albuquerque, in the middle of buttfuck nowhere and I was seriously contemplating trading my tight ass or hot mouth for a ride to the nearest town when my goddess, my princess in shining uh- plaid shirt and jeans, came barreling down the dirt path in this rusty pile of scrap metal-"

"Your princess sounds like a dude," Fred interrupted. "It was a man, wasn't it? I can already see the punchline coming from a mile away."

"Are you gay?" Zero asked, "you seem pretty gay."

Bradley, who had been listening quietly next to Logan this whole time, finally choked on his drink and dissolved into a coughing fit. She reached over and thumped him a few times on the back, her gaze never leaving Wade's face. He stared back.

"Sorry to disappoint, Suga sweetie, but I'm strictly into pussy due to the creepy uncles."

Zero's nose scrunched. "Ugh."

"Anywho, out hopped this beast of a woman," Wade went on, “she was fucking gorgeous, legs for days and tits the size of my head-"

"Singular or combined?"

Wade gawked at him. "Fred, what the fuck?"

"What?" He shrugged, "your head's not that big, Wade."

"This is a shitty story," Zero complained, folding his arms over his chest.

"As big as Logan's melons, ok? Stop interrupting me."

Everyone turned to stare at Logan, whose breasts strained against the sweat-stained wifebeater she was wearing, one black bra strap peeking out from over her left shoulder. She lifted an eyebrow at them and took another sip of beer. Beside Logan, Victor growled, sounding like a backed up motorcycle.

"That's pretty big," Fred finally nodded, "go on."

(Taking a short break from work to relax my brain and free write a bit. Yes, the mystery woman from Wade's story is Logan. They hooked up before they ran into each other again with Team X.)

[ssahotchnerr]

hello hello, aaron thought incoming: i just KNOW aaron would destroy every single one of the team members during a game of beer pong, which leaves them all standing there like 😦 and reader finds it incredibly hot (bonus if reader and aaron are a couple and flirt throughout the entire evening)

if you don’t want to write something about this, it’s totally fine!!! just wanted to share this thought with one of my favorite writers <333 hope you have an amazing day!!!

thank you for thinking of me and for sharing!!!!!!! and omg yes yes YES

i feel like in college, aaron went to the occasional party, BUT in high school, he went to parties weekly. if someone was throwing a house party on a friday or saturday night, he was 100% there. all his friends frequented parties. like he had just gotten back from military school, and while it shaped him a ton, he still wanted to rebel a bit - his bad boy tendencies hadn't gone away completely, he just had a bit more control over it. like in his high school, he was the guy who was a bit nerdy and followed the rules and all, but he got along with everyone. and so he was always invited to numerous things, and he wasn't afraid of letting loose at such. he was one of the cool not-so-cool guys, if that makes sense. AND everyone totally had a crush on him 🤭

when he and haley got together, he mellowed out a bit and stopped partying as much, but when they would go to the occasional party together, she was always his beer pong partner 😭 UGH just the vision of a young aaron at a party >>> 😵‍💫 with haley glued to his side, his arm around her waist at all times </3

and so, he's had a ton of practice and experience when it comes to beer pong:

SO now, you're all having a get together at penelope's apartment - like one of her day of the dead parties - she and derek set up the beer pong table. it's a few games later when aaron's asked to play; he agrees but mentions how he "may be a little rusty" and everyone thinks he's saying that simply as a cover - like oh he's going to be shit at it but that's his excuse why 🙄 BUT clearly they're wrong and HE destroys everyone.

and while everyone else is dumbfounded and questioning everything they thought they knew in life LOL, you just can't pull your eyes away from him 😮‍💨 aaron's wearing a short sleeved shirt, so you can see his muscles flexing every time he raises his arm to toss a ball. or you can't help but stare at his neck every time he raises his head to drink a cup 😵‍💫😮‍💨🤤 he's just oozing confidence, he's cocky in a nonchalant attractive kinda way - like he knows he's good and isn't afraid to show it <33333333 and he's showing off for you, to impress you and he's just glowing every time you cheer him on, it just urges him on 🥰 he's laughing and smiling and just looks relaxed for once, simply enjoying himself.

hehe i love to think this would take place when aaron and you are just in the very beginning of your relationship too 🤭 nothing is labeled just yet, but you know he has a thing for you, and he knows you feel the same 🥰 the two of you have shared some kisses, spend your weekends together, AH hehe and all the beginning-of-relationship nervous jitters are still there 💓💕💓💓

he's driving you home (he didn't drink too much and isn't tipsy or anything - don't drink and drive 🫵🏻) and you turn to him, all flirty, amused, still a bit in shock, and say, "i didn't know you were a master at the art of beer pong"

he chuckles a bit, eyes shift from the road to you for a moment 🦋, a small smirky smile tugging at his lips and he responds, "there's a lot you don't know about me" 🤭 <33333333333333

[coalswriting]

time of need - natalie scatorccio

summary – you get captured by your nemesis when your power is needed. (approx. 1.4k words)

a/n – i am very rusty with writing rn!! but this is more of a world-building/introduction chapter. i’m not too sure if i’ll continue with this but if anyone wants to help me out on how to turn this into an enemies to lovers, i’d love to get it done some day :3

anyways, antler queen = lottie, serpent = nat, judgement = taissa, saint = laura lee & you are (h/n) / hero name.

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your head rang as you began to regain your consciousness. your limbs felt as heavy as lead as you tried to move them, your eyebrows scrunching together in confusion.

where were you?

then, you noticed two things. one, that you couldn’t move at all, and two, that you were not in your superhero costume.

oh crap.

white metal walls surrounded you with the clinical vibes of the white lights above your head adding to your headache. you felt exposed and vulnerable, and you supposed that you were, considering you were tied to a damn chair.

struggling, you attempted to loosen the restraints around your limbs. you just needed a bit of leverage, and you’d be able to escape. suddenly, you felt your blood run cold as a door slid open in front of you, and through it walked no other than your arch nemesis, serpent.

“i didn’t expect you to be so easy to capture, (h/n), or should i say (y/n) (l/n)?”  

yeah, you were screwed. when you had made your small hero-squad with antler queen, saint, and judgement, you had sworn never to reveal your identities to each other or the public. ‘it’s way too dangerous and we’d get a lot of people hurt’, you had remembered judgement scolding you.

“serpent,” you seethed. her voice sounded like venom in your mouth, fittingly so. narrowing your eyes, you glared as her blonde locks fell through her hood. you began to struggle more, as she came towards you, fear filling your body much like that of a rabbit about to be eaten by its prey.

“no point struggling, i’ll just knock you out again,” her lips fell straight into a smirk, and you had to tear your eyes off her, instead, opting to look down at the floor.

how did you even get captured?

oh, yeah, you remember now. you were helping a child escape from some rubble while your three teammates were preoccupied with serpent’s groupies. and well, turns out the small child was serpent herself, just shapeshifted. obviously, when it comes to a fight with a shapeshifter who can change their body at will, and somebody who can heal others a considerable amount, the shapeshifter will win. sometimes you hated your power, god.

you took a deep breath, feigning the dread in your stomach, before looking up at her. “right, what do you want?”

serpent’s composure seemed to falter for a moment, her smirk dropping into a thin line. heh, she wanted to stay on her power high for longer. well, you weren’t going to let her do that. win for (y/n). 

“i need your help.”

you stared at her for a moment, raising your eyebrows. “you… what?”

“i need your help, what the fuck don’t you get?”, she snapped, and you nearly fell off the chair from shock. serpent’s demeanor softened as she looked at you apologetically for a moment. “sorry.”

you gulped, nodding your head slightly. you didn’t expect one of wiskayok’s most notorious villains to have a polite side. “yeah, yeah… what do you need me for?”

the blonde pulled her hood down, uncovering her hair. you couldn’t see her face due to the scaly green mask that covered her features, but she looked beautiful, actually. or, ugh, maybe she’d concussed you when she had knocked you out. yeah, that must’ve been it.

“my team’s engineer got into a bad accident when working a few days ago. we managed to keep her stable, but her face is pretty damn fuckin’ mangled.”

she stopped for a moment, watching to make sure you were listening before continuing.

“i’ve seen you literally reconstruct people’s faces on the battlefield. i want you to fix her.”

silence fell over the both of you as serpent paced back and forth in the room, waiting for an answer. you noticed how quietly she walked despite wearing chunky boots and loads of shimmery scale-like armor – it was like she had trained herself to do as such, like she hadn’t lived a life where she felt safe.

“okay,” you finally said, “i’ll do it.”

“what?”, she choked, turning her entire body towards you.

“yeah, you’d literally kill me if i didn’t. but, i want you to let me go after.”

a ghost of a smile crept onto the blonde’s face as she stepped towards you. you looked into her hazel eyes, if that’s what they really were, and she stared into your (e/c) ones. then, suddenly, you felt a cold, yet gentle hand on your jaw, as she pulled it up slightly to inspect your face. goosebumps covered your body as you felt your heart thump in your throat. you felt intoxicated, staring at her and you couldn’t tell if you were panicking from how vulnerable you felt, or from how beautiful she was up close. dang, you knew you’d beat yourself up for being attracted to the enemy; the enemy who had done so many awful things, but also the enemy who had never intentionally hurt an innocent civilian. this was wrong.

suddenly, you felt yourself get lighter, and as serpent let go of your jaw, you realized that she had cut the ropes off you with one swoop of her shape-shifted hand. you swore her cheeks had a red tint to them as she turned to look away, muttering a, “had to make sure i wouldn’t slit your throat…”

how romantic.

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“so, this is your engineer?” you enquired, staring at the girl sitting in front of you. her face was covered in bandages, and she seemed a bit reluctant, avoiding eye contact.

serpent only nodded, keeping an eye on every movement you made. she was like a hawk, stalking its prey, and you felt unnerved. if you made one wrong move, you weren’t sure if you’d come out of the lair alive.

“what’s your name?” you asked, sitting down on the seat next to her. before she could open her mouth to speak, serpent cut in with a “no formalities!”

sighing, you rolled your eyes.

“okay, this will be fast; i need you to close your eyes, and i’ll touch the injured part of your face. you don’t need to remove your bandages.”

“will it hurt?” the ginger questioned, shocking you – the whole time, you had thought that she wouldn’t utter a word to you, and for a moment, she kind of sounded like a girl in the av club you attended every thursday. you mentally shook off the connection, deciding that you were probably just concussed and delusional.

“no,” you simply replied, “it’ll feel very hot for a second but that’ll quickly turn into a pleasant warmness. i can focus properly here so there’s no risk of it going wrong.”

and with that explanation, the girl closed her eyes. serpent watched closely as your right palm began to glow, and you placed it onto the girl’s face.

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as much as you didn’t expect it, serpent was somebody who kept to her word. one second, you were performing your healing magic, the next, you were awoken by your roommate, jackie, throwing a rabbit plushie at your head. “jesus, (y/n), turn off your damn alarm! it’s been going off for ages!”

you moaned, disoriented, grabbing your head with one hand while reaching over to turn off the alarm. your brain felt like it was imploding.

“holy shit, you look awful! did you hit your head?”

hearing this caused you to sit up almost instantly and peer across the shared room at the mirror that adorned the wall. yep, you had a bad bump above your left eye and the bruise that was forming was not pretty.

damn fucking serpent.

“oh, yeah, uh. i bumped my head getting out of the shower last night,” you lied biting your tongue, “you were asleep.”

your roommate simply shrugged her shoulders before murmuring “be more careful” and flipping to face the wall in her bed.

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you shuffled through the hallways of your university, dodging hordes of students who had just finished their evening lectures. it was your favourite time of the week; av club, and as you swung the door open, you walked into somebody.

“oh, sorry,” you murmured, staring at the perpetrator. she was a bit shorter than you and had layered platinum blonde hair and intoxicating chocolate brown eyes. your mouth hung open for a moment, trying to figure out why this girl looked so familiar. “um, do i know you from somewhere?”

she simply shook her head ‘no’ before pulling out a box of marlboro reds. “never seen you in my life. i’m nat.”

“(f/n),” you replied, quietly. the girl nodded, acknowledging you, before brushing past you coldly.

behind where she had stood, in the back of the club room, you could see van staring.

[yourstingrey]

“What are you wearing…?”

Description: you forget about laundry day and are forced with the tough decision of going out in your most embarrassing pajamas set in front of a certain Hermes camp counselor

A/N: I haven't written a fic since uh 2019…? So my writing is a bit rusty but I wanted to try to get back into it so hopefully you all don't think this is too bad😭😭😭 The pajamas are inspired from this OW2 character's outfit but obvi changed for the fic! Anywho if you do like this hopefully it'll inspire me to write even more little fics but thank you for reading if you choose to do so and I hope you're having a wonderful day/evening/night!!

wc:1009

Pairings: Athena!reader x Luke Castellan

Warnings!: fluff pretty much and the reader getting teased

You don't even know how you could have forgotten it was an honest mistake anyone could make but certainly not as embarrassing for everyone else. You had woken up just like any other day yawning not truly ready to get up for the day but at camp half blood unless you're a child of Hypnos sleeping in isn't the smartest.

As you stretch out and then slip your feet into your slippers you finally make that last stumble out of bed. Walking up to my dresser and open up the drawer noticing how barren it is so much so a cartoon mouth might as well fly out. I turned around to march up to my laundry hamper, deciding it better to re-wear something this once than to simply have nothing else until I noticed it was missing from its key spot. 

I looked up to see if any of my siblings were in the room and saw my sister, Bea “Hey uh Bea have you seen my laundry hamper? I can't remember where I put it…” I say to her with sleepy confusion laced into my voice “Oh yeah well it's laundry day and you were sleeping for a while so Annabeth decided to take yours and do it for you!” Bea explained, “So all my clothes are in the wash.” “Oh yeah sorry is that a bad thing I mean I can't say I won't judge you if you wanna be those people who don't bathe or anything..” Bea says with an astute tone to her voice and a clear grimace on her face “Um no no it's fine…” I replied under my breath.

I walked back to my drawer deliberating between just going out in my PJs or trying to squeeze into some old t-shirt from my first years at camp. I think we all know what I picked but I did decide if I'm going to wear my PJs out I can still wear my normal shoes, lacing up my sneakers I head out marching my way to the mess hall. 

I walk quietly the cold crisp camp air biting at my cheeks while I notice the cold I fail to notice the sound of a certain Hermes boy sneaking up on me before he lightly tugged on one of my braids “Woah woah where are you going girl” Luke said as he stepped in front of me.

 “Luke! I hate when you do that my hair takes a while y'know.” Luke irked me to no end yet I couldn't help but enjoy all our tiny arguments. “Hold on. What are you wearing…?”

 I look down at my outfit: a basic white sleep tank but then lavender pajama pants with owls and moons scattered about with a matching cardigan on top. “What are you jealous, Castellan?” “Very you think we can get matching sets, hm?” Luke replied with a smirk evident on his face.

“ Ugh Why have you come to pester me Luke” I huff out at him as I shift under his gaze “Just wanted to know if you’re still gonna come to training later” I almost freeze up a little as though it might be small Luke has usually never asked to see if I'm coming or not it's not like its hard for him to get another sparring partner. 

“Hmm I don't know.. These are my best fighting clothes. I think they actually might let me beat you this time butttt I already promised Annabeth to sneak out into the strawberry fields with her later..” As I say this I start to continue my walk to the mess hall not letting Luke interrupt my stride.

“Hey wait wait tell her you’ll go on a different day!” Luke jogs back over and starts walking with me “I don't know why you’re being so persistent this time you’ve never acted like this before!” I sass back to him “Oh what I just want to spare with my favorite Athena girl” “Well it's not gonna happen you can spare with me tomorrow okay” my voice holding a teasing tone.

I look at him and scrunch my nose at him as if he were the foul smell you would get if you ventured to the stables. But with that pause in my step, Luke took it to his advantage quickly snagging the owl sleeping mask off of my head and holding it up.

“Well, you'll just have to come by if you want this back then hmm little owl.” With him snatching my eye mask and this newly formed nickname my face glowed a light pink you would think I was a daughter of Aphrodite for a second “Wait what-” Luke already cut me off with a quick peck to my cheek stunning me again and starts to strut off before calling over his shoulder “Okay see you later then my little owl!”

I turn to watch him walk for a mere second before knocking some sense into myself and continuing my walk. I know I shouldn't go. I'm a daughter of Athena, I should be smarter than this but maybe Annabeth could wait a day. It's just fruit…  I think I just really need “my sleeping mask” back…

[speedingkamori]

hi!! saw in ur rules u write for yandere content👀 if ur down for it, could you write for yandere scout?? lowkey obsessed w ur jealous fic so maybe you could piggy back off that?? just a though?? thank you !!! -🐌

Bandages | Yandere!Scout x reader

Unofficial sequel to: jealousy

Warnings: obviously yandere (possessiveness, extreme jealousy, anger, maybe a little bit of gaslighting… etc), SLIGHT medic x reader if you squint.., not proof read and probably not very good ;-;

I’m glad someone liked it lolol I mentioned before that I haven’t written anything in foreverrr and am very rusty- especially when it comes to things that aren’t fluff @_@ Also SO so sorry for the wait, genuinely did not mean to take this long ugh </3

Scout was ecstatic- over the moon! Now that you we’re finally his, things we’re starting to look up. For the longest time he was being eaten alive by his own unrequited love, sinking deeper into this sickening feeling he had in his gut every time he saw you- but now you belonged to him! He finally had you!

You’d been together for a little while at this point and he expected this awful feeling to go away once he had settled into your new relationship, but to his surprise it was only getting worse.

He felt his stomach drop anytime he saw you talking with any of the other mercs. The way they patted your back when you did good out on the field, the way you’d laugh when they told some stupid joke. God, it was disgusting.

After a particularly tough mission he watched as the medic pulled you into his office, gently tending to your wounds.

“You’re really banged up…” Medic remarked, a small chuckle slipping from his lips. “Not to worry, you’re in good hands!” He had his usual crazed smile as he tended to you.

Scout couldn’t take it anymore and cleared his throat to announce his presence.

“Is all that really necessary, Doc?” He huffed, leaning in the door way.

Medic was a bit taken aback by his questioning, but before he could answer you stepped in, excited to see your boyfriend after such a hard battle.

“Jer!” You smiled excitedly. “You came to check on me? Do you care about me or something?” You teased as he let himself into medics office, wrapping an arm around a bit too tightly.

“Course I did, I was worried sick. Glad to see you’re holding up okay.” He wasn’t lying entirely. He knew you’d be fine, what really worried him was you being alone with Medic. I’m his mind everyone wanted you to themselves the same way he did, he had to make sure they didn’t try and take you away.

“You ready to get outta here?” He asked the question as if you weren’t receiving medical treatment. You turned back to Medic, giving him a nervous, but sympathetic smile.

He rolled his eyes, sighing at your antics. “Young love.” He remarked. “Ja, I suppose you’re good to go- just take it easy for the next couple days.”

“Thanks, doc!” You jumped down from the desk excitedly. “You’re the best.”

That set something off inside Scout, he clenched his fist tightly as he felt this rage bubbling up inside him. You grabbed his hand, temporarily snapping him out of his trance as you lead him out of the office. The door shut behind you and he stopped in his tracks, his hand slipping from yours.

“Aw- sorry doll, there’s somethin’ I need to talk to Medic about…” he pressed a firm kiss to your temple that seemed to linger a bit longer than normal. “Why don’t you head back to my room and relax a little bit, I’ll meat you there soon alright?”

You smiled up at him, nodding your head as you toddled off. It was pretty late and you were tired, you had 0 issue getting all comfortable in bed.

Once you were out of sight his sweet expression fell as he re-entered the medical wing.

“Hey, Doc.” He spat. “I gotta bone to pick with you.”

Medic looked up from the supplies he was cleaning up. He sighed in annoyance, not wanting to deal with Scouts shenanigans.

“Alright, but make it quick.”

“I don’t like the way you keep feelin’ up my girl.” He hissed. “I see the way you look at her, but she’s with me! So back off.”

Medic couldn’t help but laugh. “You can’t be serious…” he looked down at Scout, seeing the anger in his eyes, he sighed again and rested his hand on the younger man’s shoulder. “Look, I understand, you are jealous and insecure-“

Scout slapped his hand away, grabbing him by the collar.

“This ain’t about me! This is about you.” He snarled. “I’m tellin’ you nicely to back off, this’ll be your only warning. Don’t make me get ugly.”

“Du bist ein verlorener Fall…” Medic pushed Scout off, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Alright, fine. I’ll- I’ll back off.” He wasn’t taking Scout very seriously at all but he was honestly too tired to deal with any of this. Despite this, this was a satisfactory answer for Scout and he seemed to let up a bit.

“Glad we have an understanding…” he huffed. Without another word he turned and left quick.

Medic watched him leave, shaking his head disapprovingly. “There’s something wrong with that boy…” he remarked to himself.

Scout walked away with his heart pounding on his chest, still a bit angry from the perceived competition. In his mind it was obvious that everyone wanted a piece of you- I mean how could they not? You were perfect!

He paced back and forth outside his own door- he knew you were in there waiting for him. He was mulling over every detail, trying to figure out exactly what to say to you. He had to keep you no matter what, he couldn’t let anybody else get in the way. He sighed, relenting as he finally entered.

“Hey dollface. Ya miss me?”

You were obviously excited to see him again and quickly pulled him in, placing a kiss to his cheek.

“Course I did.” You smiled.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to take so long I just-“ he stopped himself, thinking for a moment before he let out a small sigh. “I got to talkin’ with Medic and I guess I just got wrapped up in everything…”

“What’d you talk to him about?” You asked it so innocently, not realizing you had taken the bait he set out.

“Just checkin’ up on an injury from awhile back- no biggie.” He shrugged a bit, scrunching up his nose. “But he made a few weird comments about you after you left and- I mean I couldn’t just ignore that.”

You seemed a bit taken aback, your expression immediately falling. Sure, he was a bit eccentric but Medic had never once made you feel uncomfortable.

“What? What kinda stuff did he say?” You laugh nervously, hoping it wasn’t anything bad. Scout say you down on the bed and began to tell you all the uncomfortable remarks the doctor had made. He held your hands tight and said everything so earnestly- you had no reason not to believe him. He had never given you a single reason to doubt him.

“Of course I had to speak up, I mean, I’m not just gonna let this creep disrespect my girl…” he pinched your cheek a little, in an attempt to make you feel better or lighten the mood.

“Thanks, Jeremy.” You let out a heavy sigh, hanging your head. “I-I don’t even know what to say…”

“Hey, you don’t gotta say anything.” He reassured you, pulling you into a tight hug. “I’ve dealt with it. You don’t gotta worry about him no more… if you want next time you get hauled in there, I’ll come with- keep watch and make sure he doesn’t try nothing.”

“You’d really do that for me?” You asked quietly.

“You kiddin’? ‘Course I would!” He held on to you tighter, running his hand up and down your back gently. “I’d do anything to make sure you’re safe…”

You laughed softly. “Thanks Jer. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Apart of him felt guilty, for slandering Medic the way that he did. But it was all for you, right? He had to do whatever it took to keep you safe, even at the expense of the other mercs.

[st0nesnglitter]

Hey, I just read your “truth or dare” smut with Sirius and loved it, that is pure art. I was wondering if you could write another smut with Sirius being very dominant and having a size kink and lots of degradation, if you feel comfortable, of course. Thanksss

SIZE KINK!!!!!! Ugh I’m a whore for size kinks

A/N: this is absolutely not my best work, my writing is a little rusty. But at least it’s meaty so hopefully you’ll like some part!

Word count: 3.7k

Ever since the night of the game Sirius had become more affectionate. You discussed what your friendship meant to each other and agreed to take it slow, not labeling it and letting it grow in its own pace.

But with the addition of a sexual relationship on top of friendship he has been paying you a lot more attention, being more touchy and you feared that the rest of the group had caught on. So in your mind, to try and lure off any suspicions, you had to be more flirty to the other Marauders. And as a similar night as the night of truth or dare was beginning to form you opted to sit next to Remus instead of Sirius.

“Wait, so are you meant to drink if you have done it or if you haven’t?” Lily slurred before reaching over to Peter to grab the joint floating around.

“If you have done it,” James explained, again, “but I think we should just say stuff, we don’t have to have done it to say it, y’know?”

“Okay does everyone get it?” Remus asked, ever the organizer, “drink if you’ve done it, say anything you can think of”.

The game started rather slow, people getting up to fetch things and to refill cups, but as the game progressed and the questions got juicier the players got more stagnant.

“Okay, never have I ever… slept with more than three people in a week?” Morcas asked, slowly scanning the crowd.

You didn’t really expect anyone to drink but as your eyes fell on Sirius you saw him take a sip. A pit formed in your stomach as you thought about the question. You knew he had a salacious history, certainly more extensive than yours, but you didn’t really want to think of it. The confidence you’ve built up during your sexual escapades with Sirius slowly crumbled as your thoughts ran away from you.

“I’ve got one! Never have I ever had a threesome?” Marlene asked with a wicked smile.

Lily raised her cup to her lips, as did James and they shared a giggle. The attention was directed toward them as people exclaimed and tried to get some more details as Sirius took another drink. You saw it, eyes slowly meeting his and you saw his eyebrow move towards each other in silent questioning.

You felt yourself shrink, averting your eyes and trying to focus on the ruckus that James created around the threesome. In the chaos the game kind of slipped everyones minds and sub-groups started to form around the room. You decided to top off your drink by the table where Remus stood, slightly leaning, mixing his own drink.

“Hey darling” Remus handed you some lemon juice for your drink.

“Hi Remmy” you mumbled and taste tested your little creation, scrunching your nose at the foul taste.

Remus chuckled at your reaction, “not tasty?”

You shook your head and looked up at him. In your peripheral vision you saw Sirius looking toward you. The pit in your stomach from earlier returned, and defiance grew in your body. If Sirius was so flirty and promiscuous, you could be too. Your hand found its way to Remus’ forearm, letting your fingers trace upwards.

“I just can’t get the mix right, your always turn out so tasty” you said, words slightly slurred from equal parts attempted sultriness and equal part intoxication.

Rem chuckled and turned around so he could get a fresh cup and started mixing a new drink. As he worked Lily and Marlene came up to the table.

”Surprised to see you over here” Marlene snickered and reached for a candy from the big bowl.

Your brows furrowed and looked up with a tilted head, obviously confused.

“What do you mean?” You said as Remus handed you your new drink. With just a glance down you knew that it was better than the one you’d mix.

“Just figured you’d be over by Sirius” she replied with a slight twinkle.

As the words reached your inebriated mind your face heated up to a couple thousand degrees. The worry of not having been slick was confirmed and you took a breath to conjure up a plan before replying with a smile.

“Oh no, not when Remmy looks this good” you murmured, sliding your hand over the lycanthropes bicep.

He looked down at you with a smirk and leaned over to place a kiss on your head.

“Well I’m flattered, darling”.

Marlene and Lily shared a look before walking away, mumbling to themselves about whatever. Remus turned to you again and smiled.

“So have you and Sirius stopped fucking or what?”

The question came at you like a couple hundred bees and you have to take second to realize he actually said that.

“Oh come on sweetheart, Sirius and I know everything about each other, you had to know he told me, right?” He said and his smile fell slightly.

“I-I just thought we were, y’know, secret” you mumbled and took a sip for courage. Remus let out a chuckle.

“You wanna be secret? Cause it’s pretty obvious, for everyone” he said over his cup and let his eyes sweep over the room as to prove his point. You let your gaze follow his before taking a step closer.

“Well, that’s kinda why I’ve been around you tonight” you started, quickly taking another swig, “ wanted to throw people off the scent”.

Remus’ face cracked up into a bright smile and let out a chuckle.

“Or are you tryna get him jealous?”

The thought hadn’t even crossed your mind before. He got you jealous during the game, why not retaliate?

“Want my help sweetheart?” Remus asked with a smirk, seeing your thought process like a movie outside your head.

You threw a glance over at Sirius who sat over by James, who had put up cups for a beer-pong tournament. Siri was so pretty from the side, cheekbones sculpted by some divine creature, lips slipping into such an easy smile so it was practically impossible not to smile back.

“Yes please” you almost begged him.

The rest of the night you and Remus circulated the rest of the group, like a moon to a planet, always keeping an eye out for Sirius. The beer-pong had started and with Lily and James teamed up it was quite impossible for the rest of the duos, but as they were down to the last cups Dorcas called out.

“Hey, Beauty and the Beast we need another team!”

You looked over and saw her stand next to Sirius but without any opponents on the other side. You glanced over at Remus as he rolled up his sleeves.

“Let’s go”.

You had Remus behind you, trying out your throw. With four misses in a row, and with Dorcas and Sirius leading with two cups, you tried to gather yourself. Playing with Gryffindors meant that every game is practically life or death.

“Oh come on! Just throw it!” Sirius exclaimed.

Your eyes shot up, a surprised look drawn over your whole face. His eyes had a very intriguing twinkle and he smiled in a way that made your stomach turn. So you threw it. And you made a perfect shot.

Remus let out a celebratory shout and wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you up slightly. You laughed and let yourself celebrate with him, lifting your arms into the air. But as Remus put you down you looked over at your opponents. As your eyes landed Sirius you saw that the twinkle had disappeared, which scared you. The second thing you noticed was that his smile had not disappeared, which scared you even more.

“Please, you’re still down a cup” Dorcas said with an eye-roll, “now stop dry humping and let’s get on with it”.

The rest of the game Remus’ left hand was always found on your person, on your shoulder, resting on your waist, guiding your own hand to make a perfect throw. And with the cloud of intoxication getting thicker as the night progressed the game got stretched out, by bathroom breaks, cup refilling and joint rolling. In the end you were tied with a single cup each and Sirius had one throw left. He looked up at you and winked before throwing the ball, making it in.

Dorcas threw herself over Sirius and whooped loudly, “ha! Suck it!”

“Better luck next time” Remus mumbled and walked over to Marlene who had the joint at this time.

Sirius sauntered over to you with two cups in his hands, “can we have a little chat?” He said through gritted teeth.

You followed him, sharing a mischievous look with Remus, before you were out of sight and earshot of the rest. He led you down a dark hall with a fast pace, gracefully not spilling your drinks. And just as you were about ask where you were going a big door appeared right by Sirius’ side. He opened the door and threw a quick, cold glance at you.

“In you go” he said and waited for you to move.

You took a few hesitant steps inside and heard him slam the door shut behind you, causing you to turn to him. He didn’t look angry, he looked peeved.

“You looked really pretty tonight” he said and handed over a glass to you.

The words confused you but you accepted the glass and looked up to him. His eyes had an intensity to them you didn’t expect after a night of drinking and it made you slightly uneasy, as if he had some sort of masterplan.

“Thank you, Siri” you mumbled, “that’s really ni-“.

“Which is one of the reasons why I’m so pissed you decided to waste it on Moony” he cut you off.

“Not because you’d ever do something with him,” he walked toward the middle of the room with slow, deliberate steps. but because you thought you could make me jealous”.

A smile crept over your face and you locked eyes with him over the brim of your cup as you took a sip. The drink was strong, one of Sirius’ drinks signature, but it still felt refreshing.

“I’d say you are a little jealous” you suggested lowly.

As those words registered in Sirius head he whipped around and looked at you again. Then he walked up and took the glass from you, placing it somewhere behind him.

“You think you’re so cute, huh?” He practically growled, “going around groping my best friend in front of me?”

His hands came up to your face, slowly pushing your stray hairs aside with care. You glanced to his lips, hopeful, but he just shook his head.

“Nuh uh, you’ve spent this whole night trying to prove some stupid point” his breath fanned over your face as he spoke, “all for what?”

You assumed it to be rhetorical question but after a beat of silence he still looked down on you expectantly, his big hand wrapping around your face and pushing your cheeks into a small pout.

“All for what?” He repeated.

“I-i uhm, I wanted to make you jealous, o-or maybe just to get your attention” you stumbled out, his lips forming into a sly smirk.

“Well isn’t that cute” he hummed, “do you like having my attention?”

You nodded and let your hands fall onto the waist of the slacks he was wearing, trying to ground yourself by grabbing onto something.

“And you’d do anything I ask, right?”

The hand not pressed into your cheek met yours by his waist, darting past them to unbuckle his belt as you nodded a second time.

“I want you to get on your knees, darling”

Your body acted even before you really understood what he was saying, sinking slowly down onto the hardwood floor. Your hands traced his thigh as you sank, making Sirius throw his head back momentarily.

When you were situated below him he took a few steps back, inspecting you like a work of art. The act was degrading in way that made your skin crawl with excitement. His eyes fell down onto you with a newfound darkness and his already tall body towered over you like never before. Your mouth fell open by itself and he chuckled, walking back up to your small frame.

“You have such good natural instincts, love” he remarked as his hand tilted your chin upwards, “what do you want?”

“I want to..” your words died down as your confidence diminished, but as you saw Sirius’ gaze you knew he wouldn’t let you get away with it.

“I want to suck your dick” you mumbled and he patted your cheek lightly in approval.

“Well what kind of monster would I be if I didn’t let you do just that”

Since his belt already was unbuckled he could just reach down and unzip his trousers, letting them pool by his ankles. You got a great view of his not so unimpressive bulge from where you were sitting and felt yourself leaning forward. With an approving smile from Sirius you let your hands slide upwards again and you delicately wrapped your fingers around the outline. As you let your hands massage him a small, wet spot formed on his dark grey boxers.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty” he groaned, tangling his hand in your hair as he pulled his underwear down.

His beautiful, pink cock sprung out, bobbing in the air as he stepped out of his boxers. He gave himself a few slow strokes as he took in your blown out eyes and flushed cheeks. He grabs his dick as you let your tongue lull out, his smile turning almost sinister as he slaps his tip down onto the pink muscle repeatedly. Without warning he thrusts forward into your warmth, pulling a loud gag from you as he groans. Sirius sets a slow pace after your initial shock dies down, savoring the feeling of your wet mouth.

“This is really what you should be doing” he murmurs, disguising a particularly shrill moan, “not dicking around with my best mate”.

In an attempt to show your obedience you try to nod but the movement makes his length shoot right down into your throat. You pull away as tears well up in your eyes and coughs escape you.

“Fuck m’sorry” you mumbled with an apologetic look over your face.

“Gods, you’re gonna make me cum way too quickly” he groans as he leans his forearms onto the wall behind you, making his cock bob against your face. You licked the thick vein displayed over you and saw Sirius’ face scrunch together tightly

“Nuh uh” he murmured and hooked his hands under your armpits to yank you up from the floor, “I just can’t wait anymore, I gotta have you”.

In a fit of passion he pulled you as close as humanly possible, the kiss being all teeth clashing and tongue wrestling. As he kept pushing you up against the wall he unbuttoned his shirt, dark fabric slipping off of his lean shoulders.

“You know you’re really too dressed for my taste” he said, mumbled by your lips.

When you got back to earth from the kiss a pang of confidence flooded your body and you felt your arms push him away before really realizing.

“Sit down” you ordered with more dominance than you’ve ever had in your voice.

The raven haired man smirked as he sat down on the comfy bed the Room of Requirement housed, legs spread and leaning on his arms, accentuating his lean muscles.

You started to unbutton your slacks, fumbling slightly with the zipper, working for it to look seductive. Pulling them down slowly over your hips you slowly turned around to give him a view of your bum. You noticed, to your delight, when you faced him again his right hand had migrated to his cock, keeping a steady pace as he watched you intently. You stepped out of your trousers and kicked them away as you got to work to pull your shirt over your head in one swift motion, leaving you in black underwear.

“C’mon love, get over here” Sirius muttered out almost so quietly that you didn’t hear him. You sauntered over to him and straddled his hips, careful so you didn’t crush his member. As your lips reconnected you pulled his open shirt off of him, tracing the panes of muscle over this back before your hands got back to his hair. With his hands on your hips he guided your movements, making you grind down into his thigh. When it hit a particularly good spot you whimpered into his mouth and it opened up into a grin.

“This feel good huh?”

You could only nod as you steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders and focused solely on hitting that spot over and over.

“Feel better than my cock?” He asked and you forced your eyes open to meet his as you shook your head. He chuckled and kissed your jawline.

With one swift motion he flipped the two of you over, ripping your panties with minimal effort.

“Hey!” You shrieked, looking at the fabric in his hand.

“Oh get over it, you’ve already soiled them” he smirked, feeling the wetness that resided in the clothing.

You felt your face heat up, diverting your eyes.

“Aw poor baby, are you embarrassed?” Sirius turned your head back to him with two fingers, making you look at him.

“Embarrassed that you’re so desperate to get fucked?” He asked with eye-contact that burned.

You nodded again and felt some tingling in your stomach at his words. He smiled at you, slightly sweeter than you expected in this situation, and held up his hand to your mouth. When your eyes flitted up to his in confusion he sighed.

“Spit.”

The simply word made wetness pool between your thighs and you complied quickly, to Sirius’ content. He used the saliva as lubricant over his dick before dragging a finger between your slit. He chuckled again and placed a kiss on your hip.

“My filthy girl, getting this turned on from a little degradation hm?”

The heat residing over your cheeks ignited once again and you opened your mouth to say something but could not think of anything in your defense.

“That’s fine” he mumbled as he lined himself up against you, “I’ll give you anything you want”.

He pushed in slowly, both for your comfort but also for his enjoyment. Seeing your face contort, right on the edge between pain and pleasure, and hands flexing as you tried to figure out what to do with them. He set a slow pace, intent in making sure you felt every inch of him.

“Such a little cockslut” he moaned out, feeling you squeeze him at the words, “fuck, getting tight at my words huh?”

In the cloud of pleasure where you were in made his words float together, your jaw falling slack as he increased his force. He took a hold of your hair and tighten his fist slightly to get your attention.

“Feel so fuckin’ good sweetheart” Sirius groaned out.

His cock hit you right where you needed and your hands went to his biceps, gripping onto them to ground yourself, but just as you grabbed on he moved his right arm. His fingers found your clit and he began to carefully rub circles over it, feeling you clench around him again.

“Gods if you keep doin’ that you’re gonna make me cum” you slurred out, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts.

“That’s kinda the point darling” he chuckled.

As his gaze fell down where the two of you connected he saw as he thrusted in a little bump formed in your stomach. He slowed down to watch it closely and moaned loudly.

“My cock is basically splitting you in half” he said, more to himself. The words made you flex around him and his hand went to grab your face.

“Bloody hell, don’t do that!” He reprimanded, wrapping an arm around your waist and hoisted you up slightly before flipping back over so you straddled his lap.

“If you’re gonna be a tease you’re gonna have to do the work.”

You whined at his words but started to grind against him immediately, not wanting to lose the momentum you’d already built up. From this new angle he prodded even deeper inside of you, so deep it almost hurt, and your head fell back feeling all those explosions of pleasure.

“Can’t even hold your head up” Sirius stated, hand coming up behind your back and cradling your head, “just a little toy fo’ me huh?”

His words barely registered at this point, you were too wrapped up in your impending orgasm that you only noticed his voice, tone indicating that he said something mean.

“Please Siri” you mumbled, legs slowing down slightly at the effort of riding him.

“Please what?” He grinned, eyes watching your face intently.

“I jus’ need a little help, need your help to cum” you opened your eyes properly and gave him a pleading look. His face softened and gave you a soft kiss before planting his feet on the floor to thrust up into you. He let his hands wander down to your hips and he started helping you go up and down.

“Fuck that feels so good” you moaned, letting your hand play with your clit to get you closer, “‘m about to cum Siri”.

His determination grew as he heard those words, increasing his pace to watch your face fall into bliss. When you toppled over the hill of your orgasm your legs buckled underneath you, Sirius keeping strong hands over your hips to fuck you through your climax.

As the mist of white pleasure started to clear out from your head you let out a breath you didn’t knew you held in. Sirius’ eyes were impossibly dark, making you nervous.

“How about we flip you around and let the real fun begin?”

[honey-dont]

stex month day 13: flat top!

favorite actors: SO many. ross dawes is my forever fave but i also love delano williamsen, dennis courtney, luuk hartog, todd lester, mark davis, richard mylan, marcel brauneis, and paul treacy! plus whoever played him in tuacahn, i've never been able to find a cast list </3

i think a lot of actors tend to play him pretty one-note so i love when people balance his jerk asshole side with his softer caring side! plus he's always fun comedic relief, shoutout to ross for smacking himself in the face with his own brick. and how can we forget dennistop's goofy helium laugh. love him

favorite songs/scenes: watching him mess around in freight and the blues is SO fun he's so funny <33 the lil spin and suspender snap paul does is adorable, also love him bothering this poor random woman in the audience with his brick. i mentioned ross above but him climbing around on the set like a jungle gym is so so cute!! also tuachan flats getting super excited to see rusty and waving at him!!

love literally all of his and dustin's interactions too, esp when he waves off the rockies for teasing him ough. their little goofy solo in freight!! <3

AND ofc all of his and rusty's interactions! him being a little shit to poppa and rusty jerking him back by his couplers....peak sibling behavior. love him giving rusty his helmet back after he gets beat up, esp how ross does it bc he doesn't tell him to give up!! he still believes in him!! brb exploding

him and poppa/momma are rly fun too, flat top is definitely their least favorite child but they still care about each other <3

honorable mentions to dinah giving him a cheek kiss too it's so cute

OH wait one last thing. when he hears about cb's plan and he looks SO disappointed in greaseball bc that's him finding out that his hero isn't who he thought he was and UGH. it's so good

wait i lied one more. him and rocky messing around during the megamix and throwing the brick to each other <3

favorite costumes: london!! oh my god all the little details are so good like he's quintessentially 80s london punk and it shows. his little socks! the steel toes on the skates!! the bigass frankenstein bolt collar <3 i'm especially fond of his earlier fluffy black & silver wig, it's adorable

i also loooveee the 3d glasses makeup but the bit where he just had graffiti scribbled all over his face is so funny like "hey what should we put on him to show that he's rebellious?" "just write SEX + DRUGS" "ok got it"

also brick on a chain my beloved <3 AND in late london where his belt was made of wood planks to show that he's a flatcar!! so good

i also have a fondness for on ice flats. his stupid nail boots. and tuacahn bc i respect the decision to put him in a crop top and chaps

favorite ships/friendships: flatdust is my train otp i love them i love them i love them <333 they have it all....friends to lovers....sunshine/grumpy....introvert/extrovert....good stuff. their friendship is so sweet to me bc they're total opposites and yet! special shoutout to that one boot where it genuinely looks like they're about to start making out onstage

i love him and rusty too, they're absolutely siblings to me and wind each other up all the time but they still care for each other! also him and cb in a frenemy situation bc cb thinks it's funny to push his buttons

his hero worship on greaseball is also really interesting bc it ties into his whole self-discovery arc imo

headcanons: he's physically the weakest of the freight and he absolutely has a chip on his shoulder about it </3 i hc him as a bulkhead so engines tend to dislike him too due to him being prone to derailing at speed, so he's desperate to prove that is he is cool and strong actually!! he's also like 5'4" without the boots lmao little guy

he's scared of thunderstorms but won't admit to it so dustin will hold his hand and pretend that he's the one who's scared ;-; he also helps dustin out in his garden sometimes but he sucks at it so he just gets to stand there and be moral support. guy who doesn't get the concept of seeds and will just rip up whole flowers for dustin to plant

also very rarely smiles bc he doesn't like his tooth gap :( dustin thinks it's cute tho

unpopular opinion: flat top is such an interesting character bc like. he does NOTHING and yet he has one of the strongest character arcs in the whole show! it's all about him figuring out who he is and where he belongs and it's so fascinating to watch unfold in the background. him racing with rusty in the final would've been such a good culmination of that

also i don't think this is unpopular but on my knees begging him to be punk again like that's his whole point

anyway sorry for writing an entire essay i'm normal about him.

(last two pics are commissions from arachnidal and sparemayonnaise!)

[lampiche]

The sun's light reaches even the darkest depths

Synopsis : Aventurine has a vicious snake in his head, but your voice always chases it away.

Warnings : Spoilers for Aventurine's backstory! It's just references, but maybe some people haven't played the quest yet, you never know lol ; Also intrusive thoughts?? Perhaps?? I'm not sure tbh

Genre : Hurt/Comfort??? Sorta??? ; x reader fic

Word count : 1.2k yoohoo

Notes : I haven't written a fic in more than a year... Forgive me if I'm rusty, but I just love this man so much ugh. Might make a part two from reader's pov this time because I've got lots of ideas!! Do give me advice if you think I should improve some stuff!! You can also request something if you like my writing <3

Even when he steps foot in the comfort of his home, the knot settled in his throat does not go away. Worse, when he inhales the smell of spices, it chokes him even more. (He wonders if you thought about him when cooking, and the idea of him lingering on your mind for longer than he should makes him want to cry.) He removes his coat, trying his best to think about something else as he hears your footsteps approaching. (Are you finally going to yell at him and push him away today?)

“Welcome back, ‘rine.”

Luckily, you greet him when he’s still removing his shoes, giving him enough time to build his composure back up. (How could he face you otherwise?) When he stands back up and meets your eyes, he is once again reminded of exactly why he is so drawn to you. (He knows it’s wrong, but he is helpless against it. Like a moth attracted to a flame, he can’t help but want to stay in your light for a little longer still.)

“It’s good to be back home.” (“I missed you.” he wants to say, but he can’t afford getting too attached to you, just like it’s not good for you to get too close to him.)

He wants to take a step forward, wants to fall into your arms and hide away from everyone and everything else ; but his feet are glued in place, and the weight in his chest is heavier than ever. His throat feels dry, his palms are sweaty, and for a split second he worries that you’ll start asking questions, that you’ll worry, that you’ll take his face in your hands and envelop him in your embrace, wrap him in a soft cocoon of gentleness and care and everything else that he doesn’t deserve. (Has the air always been so suffocating?)

He jumps as the sound of an alarm resonates through the air. He watches you scurry off to the kitchen and exhales a sigh of relief. (Did you notice how he almost lost himself just now? Did you see him bare, his soul completely exposed as his own body failed to obey him? Or did he successfully manage to trick you once more, just as he does with everyone else? He doesn’t know what he prefers.) He steps forward, inhaling once more. The scent of a foreign spice tickles his senses, and the name of it sits on the tip of his tongue, present but not fully here, an image and a distant memory.

It’s only at dinner, when he takes a bite of the food you’ve made, (The voice in the back of his head tells him he doesn’t deserve it, but he would hate to see you upset.) that he recognises it, the name shining bright like a lightbulb in his mind, a single piece of thread that he’s managed to get a hold of. He opens his mouth to tell you, but the silence in the room shuts him up. No words fill up the space, and he finds the quiet unsettling, cold, a shiver running down his spine at the thought. But most of all, he is worried about you. Why aren’t you saying anything? You usually tell him all about your day, about the things you’ve seen, about the plans you’ve made with other people, so why is today different? (Can you no longer bear to entertain him now that you’ve seen how ugly he is on the inside? Have you had enough of his theatrics, of his games, of him? He tells himself that he won’t stop you if you leave, but he knows he will always wake up in the morning thinking you’re still by his side.)

He finally dares looking up at you, worried that he’ll find your seat empty. Maybe you were never there to begin with, maybe you’ve already left long ago? Maybe he’s grown so attached to your love that he imagines you greeting him every day, feeding him every day, holding him every day. Maybe the house is so cold because you’re simply no longer there, because he can’t bask in your light anymore. (It’s just what he deserves, so he shouldn’t complain. He’s always been too selfish with you, after all. Always about taking, never about giving, because he can’t afford to show all of his cards, even with you.)

“What are you thinking about, ‘rine?”

Your voice snaps him out of his daze. The first thing that invades his mind is the fact that you’re here. He suddenly feels warm all over, like his heart is being cradled by gentle arms, like his soul is being taken care of by a kind gaze. (Did Kakavasha feel like that, too? Was it when his sister held his hand, when his mother kissed him on the forehead for the first time?) This time, he can’t prevent his real thoughts from tumbling out of his lips.

“You.”

The expression that graces your face rivals even the Mother Goddess’ blessings, he thinks. As if his word was a prayer, you light up even more than before, gently coating him in your warmth. (How did he even manage to find someone like you?) You smile at him so openly, so genuinely, like you’re not afraid to show him what you feel ; and every time, he falls for it, for you, even harder than he should. You reach for his left hand, and he hopes you don’t feel how his pulse is fluttering under his skin, how his heart is racing just by being in your presence. He loves you. Even if it’s dangerous, even if you leave him, even if he hurts you. Right now, he loves you, and it’s as sickening as it’s sweet, sticking to his lungs like golden honey. 

That night, he watches as the moon traces a serpentine path of light on your skin. You’re talking to him, keeping him company as he ties all the strings of sleep together slowly. You still hold his hand in yours, and despite having long since removed his gloves, he can’t get enough of your touch. Even now, you look at him in that special way, with that gaze only reserved for him, and yet he doesn’t recognise the emotion that lingers in it. He doesn’t have time to think too much about it either, because exhaustion is dragging him down. Like an anchor, it pulls at his feet, forces him down in the dark even if he hates it. He squeezes your hand tighter, a desperate attempt to stay afloat, but he’s already too far gone in the depths, your image only a distorted reflection above the water. If he doesn’t come back from there, he’ll at least imprint all of the details of your face in his mind one last time.

Even while he sleeps, you don’t let him go. You hold him close, look at the way his features relax. You gaze at him with an adoration he never notices, doesn’t want to see. Words scratch at his walls, make him feel vulnerable, tear him apart from the inside out, so you never use them. You only hold his hand and lead him somewhere else, so that even if he is lost, he doesn’t have to look far to find his way home again.