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qullian · 7 months

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a seductive september.

a severus snape x male reader fic.

NSFW (blow job, rimming, penetrative sex, sub!reader, severus is a cutie patootie.)

Summary: y/n one day decides to work at home, but he just cant Seem to escape his snarky and terribly clingy boyfriend severus snape.

Disclaimer lmao: english isnt my first language so i might have some trouble with grammer and certain phrases but please bare with me, thank you.

The faint sound of the Wind could be heard from the outside as the orange and brown leaves gracefully Dance around in the Wind, it was nearing the end of september.

You were currently spending some time sorting through some things in the new house that you and your boyfriend had recently moved into.

You were in the middle of dusting off some things on the shelves when you saw something in the corner of your eye, it was your boyfriend severus who just appeared to be watching you.

You smiled slightly to yourself, ever since you and severus became a thing he had always been terribly clingy. It started off small at the begining, but now it seemed like he had to be with you constantly.

But you coudnt help but think it was cute as you begin to make your Way into the kitchen, and you see severus following you through the hallway and through the kitchen door and you chuckle before looking behind your shoulder.

“Whats up with you?” You chuckle as you look over at your boyfriend who begins to blush and looks to his side nervously as if he was trying to make it look as if he hadnt been following you around the entire time.

“Nothing, what are you even talking about?” He denied as he crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow as you roll your eyes playfully. “Nothing…” you mutter before pretending to walk out of the kitchen to see if severus would follow you again.

You look behind your shoulder and see severus peeking out from behind the door frame and staring, you then giggle as you begin to run away from him as severus gasps and also starts running after you.

You run through the house as severus runs behind you and also giggles. “Get away from me!” You laugh as you continue running and stumbling, at one point severus manages to catch up to you and he wraps his strong arms around you and throws you over his shoulders as you giggle and squirm.

“Nooo!” You protest as severus starts snickering as he carries you away “mine, all mine!” He growls playfully as he carries you up the stairs and into your and severus shared bedroom.

He places you down on the bed as you squirm and he crawls ontop too and grins as he crawls towards with a cheeky expression before tackling you into the bedsheets as he kisses you all over your face and cheekily Tickles your sides as you giggle and squirm.

“Severus stop it!” You giggle and severus giggles as well and stops tickling your sides and instead moves down to kiss your neck and you moan softly and caress his soft raven hair, and severus smirks as his hands find the buttons on your shirt which he begins to undo.

As severus managed to take off your shirt he begins kissing your chest and you moan as he kisses around your pecs and nipples, “ah…severus…” you breathe out as severus grins “good boy y/n… relax and let me take care of you…” severus muttered as his hands wander down towards your trousers.

Severus slowly took off your trousers, and he smirks as he sees the bulge in your boxers as you blush and look to your side shyly until you feel severus caressing your thigh “mm…already so exicted…” he mutters as your blush deepens.

“Lets take these off. Shall we?” Severus muttered as your eyes widen as he slowly pulls down your boxers to reveal your fully erect and throbbing cock. And severus licks his lips as you cringed slightly.

“Your so hard for me already…” he muttered as he took your cock in his hand and gently caressed your tip with his thumb as you shuttered. “Ah~! Severus..” you whimper as your boyfriend smirks.

“Is someone sensitive? its okay my sweet. Im here, we have all the time in the world.” severus words made you feel all fuzzy inside but also aroused as a bead of precum oozed out of your tip, and severus happily lowerd his head and licked it up as you audibly moaned.

“You taste ever so lovely my love…i love you so much.” Severus muttered as he smiled and stroked your cock as you bit your lip to keep you from making sound, that was until severus took your tip into his mouth as your breath hitched and your eyes widen as you looked down.

Severus happily licked up your shaft to suck on your tip before his skilled tongue turned a different direction and your eyes widen again as you cover your mouth as severus skilled and playfull tongue licked at your sensitive hole to lube you up with his saliva as his tongue gently dipped inside causing another drop of precum to leak out your tip.

“Oh my god…” you breath out as severus continued pleasuring you with his mouth as his tongue licked back up your shaft before severus took you in his mouth and gently bobbed his head up and down while swirling his tongue around your tip.

“Mmm…” severus groaned sending a vibration down your cock as your mind was completly clouded with bliss and pleasure and you reached down and gently caressed your boyfriends hair “…fuck.” You breath out as you felt yourself approaching your climax soon.

But just as you were about to cum severus removed his mouth from your cock with a pop. “Why did you stop…” you pout slightly and severus reaches out to caress your cheek. “I think you deserve to feel extra good tonight love..” severus muttered as he smiled and parted your legs again but a little more.

and you feel severus spitting onto your hole before he put his skilled tongue to work again, and he swirls it around in there and he gives you some little kitten licks just to tease you. And precum drips from your cock. “Mm..that feels good…” you moan.

You then whine as severus stops licking you but he shushed you “shh…we need to get you ready for my cock dear…” he soothed as he took off his belt as you stared as he freed his cock that was also fully erect as you bit your lip. “Lean back for me love~” he ordered seductively and you did as you were told

Severus cock rests at your hole and he lightly teases it with his cock, “relax dear…” he soothed as he leaned over you to kiss your neck softly and your breath hitched as he slowly penetrated you. “Shh…” severus whispered and you looked down curious to see his cock slowly going inside your tight hole…

“i-its so deep in…” you gasp and severus chuckles, “mm…such a good boy…taking all of my cock…” he praised lowly and he slowly begins thrusting into you. “Oh~!” You moan as severus cock rubs against your prostate with every thrust as your eyes Roll back in pleasure.

“your arse is so nicely tight…” severus growls as you blush before severus proceeds to speed up his movements and soon the sound of skin slapping and moans and whimpers from the both of you could be heard “i love you so much y/n…you make me feel so good…” severus breathed out.

This continues for a while and you feel yourself reaching your climax and you wrap your legs around him as his pace quickens and he starts stroking your cock that was currently sensitive and dripping with precum. And it causes you to cry out in pleasure. “Severus! i-im think im about to-“

You cum with a loud cry and spew your release onto your stomach and severus cums moments after and he fills you with his seed before slowly pulling back out of you, “are you okay my love..?” Severus asked as he caressed your face as layed there and panted and you nod.

severus smirks as he sees his seed dripping out of you and he mutters a cleaning spell to clean up the mess you and him had made and he kisses your forehead lovingly. “You did so well my sweet, im so proud of you..” be mutters as he lays down beside you, both of you were still nude and severus caresses your hair softly and holds you against his chest. “I love you y/n you are everything to me…”

#severus x reader #i got lazy at the end #severus snape #male reader #mlm #mlm fiction

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sillygoobermanlol · 7 months

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MIGUEL O'HARA X GN VILLAIN SPIDER READER

Miguel O’hara X GN spider reader

DISCRIPTION: You were best friends with Miguel O’hara ever since highschool. he was always a dork but he was there for you, he stood up for you, and you admired every bit of him. That is until he died, you didn’t know how to deal with his death and started working for some bad people using your spider abilities for bad bad things, until a strange portal opens up in your world.

This is legit my first time ever publishing some of my writing and it just so happens to be a Miguel fanfiction because hes been my hyperfixation for a few months now lol, I want feedback because I might not keep updating, if i do its gonna go on AO3 when I get my account. I have some good stuff planned I just wanna know if people like it so far. ^_^

Reader is GN but specifically transmasc so there MIGHT be some references to that throughout the story so idkidkidkdikddahhagagahvsgsh

Earth 1317

You were best friends with Miguel O’hara ever since highschool. he was always a dork but he was there for you, he stood up for you, and you admired every bit of him.

You have been living together for two months now, both of you had graduated and now Miguel was in college studying whatever nerds study. You weren’t to interested in Miguel’s work it always bored you in everyway but you still pretended to be interested when he ranted about it.

Miguel made his way down the hallway of your shared small apartment, he opened the door to your messy room flipping on the switch causing you to squint your eyes due to the harsh sudden light, “Dude!” you say covering your eyes. You had been searching for a job for the past few weeks in order to help Miguel with the bills but due to your piercings and careless attitude you were getting nowhere, he had offered to help you look.

“I’ve got good news do you wanna hear it or not?” he said leaning on the door frame, you snarled, you hated when he dangled information over your head. “sure whatever.” you huffed, fidgeting with your hands, “good. because Alchemax desperately needs a janitor, they will pretty much take anyone at this rate.” he said with a tone that almost made you laugh. You weren’t too crazy about the idea of being a JANITOR the idea made your head hurt, don’t the nerds at Alchemax keep the place clean enough? you thought. “A janitor??” you groaned,

Miguel furrowed his eyebrows, “You don’t have many options, plus I think this could be a good learning experience for you” he said gesturing to your room, you threw a pillow at him. “you’re such an ass,” you said holding back a smile, “But seriously, this is the ONLY thing you could find?” you pouted, he said your name sternly “You need this. plus I get to see you at work,” his expression softened to something more empathetic.

You sighed finding his expression convincing, “yeah okay.” you mumbled, “Look I know this isn’t the most exciting job, but you’re gonna be fine,” he sat on your bed causing the mattress to sink with him, “I know.” you looked up at him, dark circles under his eyes from countless nights of intense researching, he wore square black glasses and his eyes were a deep brown. you slumped on your bed looking up at the ceiling, “I just wish it were better you know?”

“It will, I swear we just have to give it time.” he said softly, you smiled at him. “Yeah alright O’hara I just better not be cleaning up any shit.”

The next day Miguel woke you up, he wakes up earlier then you for work and you hated this. He watched you with a cup of coffee in his hand as you struggled groggily through your morning, you brushed your teeth and angrily at your cereal. when It was finally time to leave you both walked to the bus stop because neither of you had a car. Miguel thought this was a good opportunity for exercise, and of course you hated this. he was always a pretty muscular guy considering the fact that he was always hidden away in his lab, he was also tall and caught the attention of a lot of people but never seemed to return it.

You arrived at Alchemax, the place was fucking massive. people in lab coats swarming the place, you thought about running as fast as you could out of there but remembered your conversation with Miguel. He also wore a lab coat that went down to the back of his knees, Miguel greeted more of his nerdy work buddies as the both of you made your way inside the building. In the hallways you could see inside the labs, every room made for something different. Miguel had to pull you away from some of them urging you to continue the tour he was giving you.

As you walked down the hallway there were tables holding more sciencey stuff, you reached out to touch but Miguel grabbed your hand. “Okay, ground rules. DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING or even THINK about it either, got it?” he said sternly, “ohhkayyyyy.” you mocked him, “I’m serious, this place isn’t a joke.” he said continuing to walk, you caught up with him, “Well im gunna need to touch things if I’m gonna work here,” you smiled. “Don’t be a smartass,” he said pointing a finger at you.

You stopped at a door where Miguel took out some keys, it must’ve been his lab. He flipped on the lights and it wasn’t nearly as exciting as the others were, “Alright, stay here I'll bring in my boss so he can meet you, then you can start cleaning up the shit or whatever,” he explained. You huffed at that last line, “yup.” you said holding up a thumb slumping in one of his rolley chairs. He made his way to the door you both entered in and turned to face you again “Don’t fuck this up,” he said pointing at you.

When he left the room was quiet, tooooo quiet. You spun around in the chair Miguel’s words ringing in your ears “Dont fuck this up.” I wouldn’t fuck this up you thought, but your boredom was starting to get the best of you. You got up from the chair roaming around Miguel’s lab, lots of paper work you thought. Your eyes finally made your way to the door, he wouldn’t be mad if I just peaked into another room right?

And you did just that, most rooms had more lab nerds in them but a dark room peaked your interest. The door was left open, this is totally not sketchy you thought. Nobody was in this room, in the dark you could see the glistening of test tubes, you squatted down to one of them. Spiders. A shit ton of them too ,you rested your hands on the table not noticing the little critter that crawled onto your hand exploring your fingers until it found a place to BITE. The pain caught your attention you shook your hands sucking the air in through your teeth.

Seconds after Miguel burst into the room “What are you doing? I told you to stay!” he scolded dragging you out of the room, he pinched the bridge of his nose lifting his glasses in the process. You were still holding your bitten hand feeling guilty now, “¿Qué voy a hacer contigo?” he sighed. You knew he was pissed when he spoke in Spanish.

“Look I’m sorry, can we just go?” you said almost teary eyed, the meeting with Miguel’s boss was boring for the most part other then the fact that you couldn’t stop sweating. You felt tired all of a sudden blaming it on the fact that you had woken up so early, when you got home you basically jumped face first onto your bed. You had gotten the job, you were happy but something just didn’t feel right. Miguel was kinda pissed at you for running off too, and you didn’t blame him, you slept the rest of the day away.

The next morning the light peaking through your curtains felt more intense, you groaned and covered your face with your blanket. It had felt like you had ridden 100 roller coasters, when you uncovered your face again it felt worse. Your ears rang and you were so sweaty, your door opened, that sound even was louder than usual. It was Miguel, “alright sleepyhead time for work,” he said tugging at your blanket. “Miguel, it feels like im gunna puke,” you whined, he said your name “Please no excuses, it’s your first day get up.” he said less playfully, but after seeing the beads of sweat on your forehead he moved closer.

He placed a hand on your head, “Jesus, your burning up.” his voice now a whisper, when he removed his hand he sighed and rubbed his face, “You’re lucky my boss liked you, I can cover for you but just this once okay?” his voice sounded empathetic but stern, you nodded your head.

About an hour after Miguel left you finally got the strength to roll out of bed, mostly because you were so oddly hungry. You made your way to the kitchen closing every single curtain until it was dark enough for you, grabbing the milk you sat it on the table now reaching for your favorite cereal you pour a good amount before attempting to put the box down realizing it was completely stuck to your hand.

You struggle a bit, shaking your hands frantically causing cereal to fly everywhere, you slip on a few pieces of cereal and now you’re on the floor and magically the box is now unstuck from your hands landing right on your face. You lay there for a few seconds trying to process whatever the fuck just happened, you lift your hands to your face closely observing them. “What the actual fuck.” you whisper to yourself.

The rest of the day was even weirder, more stuff sticking to your hands, you even caught a fucking fly in mid air, What was going on with you? Later on in the day you decided to get some fresh air, you needed to think, maybe you were going crazy? After your walk you made your way back home, catching Miguel entering your apartment at the same time as you were, he notices you, “Don’t tell me that whole sick thing this morning was just to get out of work.” he grumbled staring directly at you, you stood there not really knowing what to say.

Should you tell him? every thought raced through your head, yet all that came out was “No, im just feeling better maybe it was just a bug.” you say walking past him into your apartment, your tone worried him, Miguel headed in after you. He sighed putting down his bag so he could tend to you, “Okay, what’s going on with you? he said softly, you shrugged with your hands still in your pockets while looking down at the floor. “You know I care about you right, you can talk to me. I know I can be so….strong at times, but I care I really do.” it almost sounded like he was scolding you, his words were strong and you knew he meant what he said, they must’ve really pulled at your heartstrings because the next thing you know you were in tears.

Miguel was by your side as you sobbed, holding you close to his chest. “I just…don’t know whats wrong with me.” you said in between sobs, “There’s nothing wrong with you, tonto,” he slowly rocked you back and fourth until you calmed down. “Thank you,” you said wiping your eyes with your sleeve, you wouldn't know what you'd do if he weren't here. you both were on the couch now as he held you, “I’m always gonna be here for you, just like you’re always there for me, alright?” he said with a warm smile.

And he was, all the way until the end.

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dumps-write · 2 years

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Aftermath: Side Effects

Dylan Lenivy x Male Reader

Synopsis: After Dylan almost killed you in his werewolf form, you both return to the lodge but Dylan had other plans after cleaning wounds and blood, quite the abnormal and animalistic one.

TW // Explicit Sexual Content —READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION, Teensy Guilt Angst, Violence at the start, First Aid Corny Jokes, Author does not know if potrayed Dylan correctly, Kaitlyn gets to see somethings she does not want to see, Reader has an attitude, Established Relationship with Dylan Lenivy.

Sexual Warnings // Rough!Dominant Top Dylan, Anal Sex, Eating Out, Unprotected Sex, Lubeless Sex/Saliva as Lube, Bareback, Cum Filling/Breeding, Marking, Biting, Overstimulation, Dylan goes overboard, Butt Squeezing, Sex with Werewolf Instincts (Hinted), Sleepy Sex, Rough Sex, Possessive Sex, Prostate Stimulation. (Tell if I forgot to tag anything.)

A/N: This is the first I've written smut other than the people I'm used to write for so please give feedbacks and improvements tips about like Dylan's Personality cuz this is beyond my comfort writing zone (which I'm trying to widen.) This idea came to me when I saw Dylan still having his humanity before turning rather than Nick/Emma who were aggressive as fuck. So in turn Dylan had a drawback moment and needed to release frustrations and anger or stuff through intercourse (IK KINDA WEIRD IDEA).

You let out ragged breaths as Were-Dylan was on top of you, a painful whimper slipped out of your tongue as his teeth sank into your shoulders — struggling immensely as you reached for the shotgun loaded with silver bullets that Kaitlyn left you with. A scream was trying to get out of your throat as you felt blood spill from where the werewolf broke skin. The tip of your fingers was touching the shotgun as you tried to grab the silver-loaded firearm — turning it against Were-Dylan’s head, your finger prepared to pull the trigger....

“I—AH! Fuck, Dyl.. Dyl! Please, I'm sorry..!” you cried out, closing your eyes with a deep intake of air.

A sob slipped from your lips, fingers tight around the trigger — till the sound of blood splash made you suddenly shoot your eyes wide open, you were now face-to-face with a human Dylan biting into your bloody, messed up arm — His mouth slowly pulling away from your skin, awkwardly as his eyes confused staring into your irises. “Uh...?”

Dylan looked slightly over to the left as he was met with a shotgun pointed into his face, “AHHH!!!” he screamed bloody murder, getting away from you as soon as possible, — Your eyes wandering up to his clothes tattered up with red surrounding his skin to his terrified expression and his teeth dripping blood.

“Wha— W-What are you doing?! WHAT WAS I DOING?!” He panics, breathing uncontrollably and looking distressed as he tries to remember what actually happened. Water welled up in your eyes as you sucked in large breath

“Dyl...”

You clutched your bleeding arm, “W-Well, you were about to turn me into your 5-star gourmet, that's for sure. Hah..” you joked, a warm expression on your face before wincing from the bleeding pain as tears fell from your eyes, not totally from the pain but from the relief you felt when he turned back.

Your hands flew up to your bleeding shoulder, as you hiked yourself up with your healthy arm and threw the shotgun further. “Y/N...”

“Y/N — b-babe, I didn't mean to, I was just—” Dylan started, hyperventilating as he repulsed at the taste of iron embedded on his tongue.

“That wasn't you, Dyl, don't mention it.” You solace, cutting the man of his upcoming pity speech which you didn't really need right now.

Dylan's bloody face showed a regretful expression.

“Hey, it's fine but can you please help me before we go over what happened. Cuz.... I really need a hand, or a non-bleeding arm.” You jest, to which made Dylan stand up eventually and finally brought a smile back to his face.

“Oh my god, I'm hurt — I need a tall, wise-cracking man to come save a gallant in distress” You acted, wailing falsely as you rolled your eyes in the back of your head and leaning your head back as an addition to your IRL stage play to which Dylan responded with a humorous laugh and walked over.

“I didn't expect you to be into that.” Dylan said mischievously, guilt is still written over his face but he's still the Dylan Dylan you know of.

“Into what?” You asked, eyes wandering into his as he leaned down, sliding his arm below your injured body before he lifted you up bridal style with ease, shocking you — “Woah, there — Easy....” you gasped out, hand still in your shoulder and a surprised expression at his strength.

“—Into kinky werewolf biting.” he mumbled near your face, snickering under his breath making you look up at his face and hitting him on his mostly-revealed chest; staining his revealed skin with even more blood in the process — and somehow he still managed to keep you balanced in his arms.

“Shut up.” you huffed at his unnecessary joke, earning you a laugh. “Also, how are you like lifting me so easily like this?” you asked, confused at his immense strength and stability.

“Remaining werewolf power!” He said, voice full of energy and looked at you as he curved his eyebrow sexily at you — you look at him strikingly and fake disgusted expression at that. “We can now definitely have powerful werewolf se—”

“Oh my god, do not finish that sentence. I'm starting to wonder if a frown on your face is better now.” You gave him the keening look at his inappropriate jokes while blood is leaking from the injury his were-teeth gave, leaving a trail of blood as he walks you back on his arms into the direction of the lodge.

Dylan joked around while walking towards the large house, some inappropriate, some actually funny and some out of pocket. You just rolled your eyes at him and told him that he's unbelievable. Cuz yeah, imagine forgetting that you were inches close to putting silver into his brain or the fact that you almost became wolf chow. I mean, as much as you'd like to remind him — his guilty face also made you feel guilty in a way that what if almost putting a bullet through his head was selfish of you... It was survival though, right?

After putting up with Dylan’s snarky remarks and clownery, a relieved sigh came out of your throat when you were met with the sight of the lodge. “Okay, big boy, you can put me down now — I still have legs, but thank you..., though.”

You tapped Dylan’s chest softly.

But the unexpected happened and Dylan pulled you closer, his grip tightening against you — your eyes widened and laughed it off awkwardly as one of Dylan’s jokes. “Okay, Dyl- Ha ha, very funny and werewolf-y.” you respond with a short-lived chuckle.

“You smell so...”

Dylan’s voice got cut off by a certain girl though, “Hey you guys! Are you both okay?” Kaitlyn called out, waving as she managed to spot both of you in one of the windows earlier.

“Oh my god, Y/N— What happened?!” Kaitlyn freaked, looking at your wound with a worried expression. She walked over to you, reaching out with her hand and Dylan flinched immediately and protectively caged you away from the approaching and getting-a-bit-to-handsy friend.

“Almost got killed by werewolf boy here.” You said, eyes going dumbfounded at the prank Dylan was playing right now, you already told him to let you go once but it seemed like his brain is still undergoing rewiring still.

“Woah, woah, buddy — You good?” Kaitlyn said with widened eyes as she backed away slowly with her hands up like a waving white flag when he started growling under his breath.

“Dyl? Dylan? DYLAN!”

That shout managed to somehow wake up Dylan from his weird trance and got his brain juice up and running. “Okay, okay. Sorry, um— What was happening? Oh, Kaitlyn!” he calls her as if nothing just happened, a genuine smile on his face as he finally loosened his grip on you before putting you down after you told him a second time.

Kaitlyn uncomfortably smiled as she went on to lead you back to the lodge with Dylan just trailing right after like a puppy fetching his stick. Kaitlyn couldn't help but look back at Dylan from time to time as her guard was fully up from the earlier scenario. Honestly, you weren't as bothered as much because it seems like the lack of sleep and exhaustion had taken a toll on you.

“Kait, you can help find the others— I can rest at the nursery, I'm assuming that every one of those werewolves turned back already.” You instructed as Kaitlyn helped you up the stairs, she took a peek back at Dylan before looking at you seriously.

“Are you sure that I should leave you with him? Why are you not freaking out about earlier when Dylan looked like he was about to take you back to the forest where he can feast on your organs!” Kaitlyn whispered to you, the last part of the sentence getting a bit too loud which Dylan could catch, she turned back momentarily to Dylan again to find out he was now glaring at her.

“See?” her mouth projecting suspiciously at Dylan.

“It'll be fine, probably still got the instincts, something like that.” you whisper back as she help you through the hallway as Dylan still follows. “Take care of him, alright?” She said earnestly, nudging your scary boyfriend hesitantly. She let you go as you trudged the rest of the way to the nursery room, grunting at the burning pain of the wound. Dylan insisted he could carry you again but you dismissed the idea and said that it was just a few meters left and just like that Kaitlyn vanished to look for the others.

Arriving at the nursery room, you sat down on one of the beds and asked Dylan: “Hey Dyl, can you um grab the first aid? If it isn't used up then there should still be some betadine or some hydrogen peroxide. If not, then um..... towel and warm water would do.” You employed a warm smile on your face. You couldn't help but keep your eyes away from Dylan's still half-naked bloody body and then you remembered something after Dylan's agreement: “Okay.”

“Actually, get some bandages or gauzes as well and just bring a towel so we can wipe the blood off of you.” You added, leaning back against the headboard; trying to get comfortable

“Why? So you can see my body more clearly, hmm?” he teasingly articulated — swaying his hips left to right and a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, to which you respond with a roll of the eyes. “Sure.”

“C'mon, babe — why the long and cold face.” Dylan huffed annoyed, tapping his foot irritably at where your sense of humor went. He sat down next to your bed, and held your hand — placing his hand over on your moderately bleeding arm. “Lost of blood.” You answered honestly, as you did not really know how to answer his rhetorical question.

“Just go get it. Promise that we'll bond over later how you almost ate me after we get properly fixed and dressed.” you sighed tiredly, eyes wandering to your held hands, squeezing slightly and sniggering a bit.

“Hey, I can still eat you later — If you know what I mean~” He goads, winking twice at you and rubbing circles on your hand with his thumb to which you just slumped and gave up trying to be serious with him for once. You love his funny personality, but he should really keep it when you're not about to bleed to death in this small bed.

“Dylan. Just get it, I'll be happy to hear your flirty remarks and jokes after I don't look like a bleeding animal.” You stated, a long exhale coming out of your lips to which Dylan just chortled at before he finally stood and went to be a lamb — finally going out of the nursery to get the much needed supplies.

“Kay'” he mumbles before leaving.

“Finally! Took you long enough...” you said, sarcasm dripping from your tone. Dylan groans at your attitude, putting the medical supplies bag down on the floor carefully as well as the towel and bowl of warm water on the bed, being extremely delicate with the water specifically — a wet bed is not easy to clean at all but that's the least of his worries.

“Welp, that's all the remaining med supplies.” he mumbled, looking at you before reaching out and caressing your face softly which you couldn't help but smother your face against his hand even though dried blood is still on it.

“This night’s over finally...” you trailed off, the effects of the recent events putting a heavy weight on your shoulder, you look back at Dylan with a thankful smile before getting up a bit to scan the medical supplies.

“Mmkay.. Let's see here........ Stitches! I forgot to remind you about these earlier as well, hmmm, also cotton and other stuff. Okay, this should be enough. You should go, you know..” Gesturing with your hand in a wiping motion on your face and chest as Dylan got the idea fairly.

“Are you sure you don't need help?” Dylan asks.

“The last time you stitched someone was that one kid who kept crying that you were hurting him and I had to take him off your hands, remember?” you quip with a small smirk, remembering a certain patient from the 2 months you were working in the nurses' office.

Dylan sighed displeased, “He was really annoying alright? Like, he kept saying that this and that was painful, and do I look like a doctor to you?” Dylan coughed out, remembering that specific kid you were talking about with a deep grunt of resentment.

You laughed slightly at his reaction, “Was it that bad really or were you just salty that he had the balls to tell me that he liked me right then and there.” you continued to tease the man, raising a single eyebrow at him — knowing that he was in fact jealous of a kid.

“They were kids dude, calm down.” you snickered loudly.

“Whatever." he dismissed, grabbing the towel and dipping it in the warm water before squeezing it to pump out the excess before slowly starting to clean his bloody body with it — starting with his face of course.

A short laugh slipped out of your mouth as you looked at his pretty face with a shine on your eyes, “Looks like your best asset is finally clean.” you hummed, taking a long-drawn deep breath before grabbing the diluted hydrogen peroxide and applying it on the bite wound. “Fuuuckkk...” you grunted. Deep breath in, deep breath out.

Dylan looked at you, who was in pain before picking the wrong time to respond to your comment earlier. “You know that's not my best asset right?” he remarks, raising his eyebrows at you seductively.

You choke on your spit accidentally causing a hysterical laugh to emerge from the tall man, “Dylan, you are not helping my situation, not even a little bit!” you chastised , a stern glare directed at the laughing Dylan.

Dylan’s laughs were slowly coming into a silence, while you were busy hissing and tearing up from the pain while trying to clean the wounded area.

“Okay fuck, let's do this.” you proclaimed with gritted teeth as you picked up the surgical sutures after sterilizing the area with cotton rubbed with betadine solution

Oh god, this would not be fun or pretty at all.

After minutes of pained whines, muffled hisses and grunts, the perpetual agony finally came to a halt. Dylan couldn't even bear to look at the wound he caused without a surge of guilt running through his pain so he opted to hold your hand as you work the needle through the skin. Dylan had his eyes away the entire time, one hand cleaning his bloody chest, back and leg and his other hand never leaving your own throughout the miniscule operation.

“Oh my god.” You mumbled, exhaling a long breath of relief as the sutures stayed — immediately grabbing the bandages and placing it over the sutured bite.

“You good, babe?” Dylan asks, eyes still wandering in the room in anywhere BUT the injury.

“Yeah, yeah — Just gonna need actual medical assistance later but it should hold.”

“Let me help you clean up, yeah?” You assisted as soon as Dylan gave the nod of confirmation, he handed over the towel as he turned his back on you, humming tunes as you wiped the blood off his skin, dipping the towel on the water occasionally until the liquid slowly turned into a crimson hue.

“Hey, babe?”

A questioning hum left your lips at the call out, “Hm?”

“Why do werewolves separate themselves from friends?”

“Dylan, no.” Giving him a glare pointed at the back of his head.

“Because...” Dylan started, his dimple popping out due to his grin which you could spot.

“It's not mating season!”

He delivered the punchline along with a series of snickers and chortling laughter.

After a while Dylan's laughter died down, to which he noticed you were not saying anything and looked over his shoulder — only to be met with your blank face. “You know, cuz mates.. Uh, equals friends— equals mating therefore mating therefore— dude, you get it...” He spluttered.

“Really?”

“Okay, sorry.” He awkwardly voiced, scratching his head and his face started blushing with embarrassment.

You chuckled at the redness of his ears as he looked down at his hands, to which Dylan heard and wore his shit-eating grin once again.

“And that should be it!” You informed with a smile as Dylan finally turned to you, his chest still on full reveal and everything — You let out a small cheer of celebration as you cleaned yourselves up and got the wound secured with a bandage. Dylan lets out a small laugh at your antics and rubs your shoulder in a loving gesture.

“Okay, DJ Dyl. Now we just have to wait for Kaitlyn to return.” You said with a hefty voice, stretching your healthy arm and cracking your stiff neck from all the still-suturing.

“We could do that... Or? Or... We could do something else? I mean, Kaitlyn is probably gonna be searching for a while.” He hinted, eyes glinting with enticement as he now rubbed your thigh seductively causing you to look at him strangely.

“Really? Really, Dyl? We both were on the brink of death and now you're thinking about having sex? Unbelievable.” You criticized, giving him the judgmental look as he pouted at your harsh tone.

“Come on! What doesn't kill make you stronger, you know?” He rebuked with a grin, as if you hadn't heard that line for the millionth time already — his hand getting well— a bit too handy.

You still looked at him with the 'are you serious?' look but in the end, you gave into him as he somehow always makes you; truth be told, trying to resist Dylan's charms is like trying to resist a bear from killing you which of course is a near-impossible thing.

“We don't have protection and lube — And the bed is too small, I'm on the verge of falling asleep too.” You pointed out the obvious, too which Dylan was still grinning about as if a lightbulb popped out of that brain of his.

“Lube problem could be easily solved, you know.” He said, licking his lips seductively to which you responded with a roll of the eyes but least to say, you do need some relief from all of this; from the horror of this night.

“I'm clean, you're clean and there's a bedroom down the hallway!” He added, an overjoyed cheer coming out of his lips.

“Fine, fine.” you hum in agreement.

Dylan taking that as your consent as go, he got up from the bed — leaving the bloody bucket of water and immediately got to lifting you up from the bed with no problems

“Woah, what the f—” You got cut off by the sudden bold move that Dylan just did, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you as if you weighed like air. Again.

“Did getting infected make you this strong or what?” You shot the man a question as he kept a tight grip on your waist with his arms, his hand wandering down to your buttocks.

“I was always this strong, babe~” he boasts with an annoying smirk on his face.

“Ugh.” Another roll of the eyes was directed at the man.

Dylan carried you over the bed before kicking the door behind him closed, locking it — just to be safe and careful.

You felt your back hit the soft mattress as you gasped at the feeling of the sheets. You could just close your eyes at any moment and you would drift off to the sea of dreams. However, Dylan had other plans and those did not include you sleeping.

“Now now, don't fall asleep on me~” He pouts, undressing you slowly as you groan at him. He was careful with your wound and all and managed to get your shirt off of you, he moved on to the pants , as he was lifting your pants — your knees managed to hit his clothed bulge; causing an erotic moan to shoot out of Dylan.

You looked up at Dylan with foggy eyes and allowed him to do the work, you were too tired to reach or wrap your hands around his back. “I wanna fuck you doggy style, babe!” He whined, as he managed to get you down to your boxers to which he reciprocated by also removing his somehow intact boxers, kicking it off the bed. You looked at his semi-hard cock hanging between his legs, his length barely touching your own underwear.

“Well, too bad then~” You groggily murmur, Dylan went in for a kiss before flipping you over to your stomach, “Hey!—” he laughed as his eyes slowly darkened when your ass was now on perfect display for him.

“You can just take it while I you know, fuck you.” he says in a goofy way with a dopey expression. His hands were touching your cheeks and spreading it. “Shut up and fuck me, Dylan.” you sighed, not really one to beg for it

“Sassy and impatient, hot.” he taunted, Dylan also felt his head getting a bit dazed. He closes his eyes and grunt at something to which you were to relaxed in the bed to notice — Dylan felt weird, something feels different

Dylan pulled down your underwear, leaving it hanging on your knees as his breath hovered over your puckering rim, chill ran down your spine at the cold exhale. You couldn't help but let out a lulled moan at it.

As Dylan's saliva dripped down to your entrance, you felt your head getting into a mist of pleasure. Dylan and you fooled around in camp and before becoming counselors, while you both only really started dating during these two months. You always knew Dylan fucked good but it was always slow, rather tender — he treats you as if you were porcelain honestly but it still felt great but it's always the same old same old.

You let out an audible gasp as Dylan's tongue finally dipped down into your hole, the sleepiness washed away as the one of the most sensitive parts of your body started getting worked.

Your eyes shut closed and chased after the numbing pleasure as the soft muscle increased depth, you squeezed out a few groans here and there as his tongue touched your soft walls — Dylan's approach was rather different than normal, more aggressive and rapid. His large hands were squeezing your ass in a bruising grip as well. A shrill moan left your mouth as you felt him spread your cheeks more and went deeper until he hit your sensitive spot. The obscene slurping sounds bounced of the wall made your head pound and your cock getting hard at the erotic noises.

“Dyl— Fuck... Fuckkkkk..., you're gonna make me cum too fast..” You piped out, a breathy tone surrounding your voice. You felt his tongue pull out so suddenly, before moving his mouth to your taint then to the back of your balls. He mouthed at it, your knees buckling back at the feeling of his teeth scraping sensitive skin.

“I'll fuck the attitude out of you.” He whispered with a tone with an underlying bite before pulling away and spitting at your wet hole.

Fuck.

It was not like you to find that sentence hot but something about it flared up that warm feeling at the pit of your stomach, this was different though from the soft, caring and tender Dylan you knew.

Dylan's head was throbbing, it's as if humanity turned off inside of him while something animalistic turned on.

Dylan lined up his own dick at your saliva-slick rim. You felt your knees tremble as you felt his head pressing against you.

“Dylan, your fingers firs— I don't think—!”

He eagerly thrusts into you with force, his hearing was blocked off as he only cared about you, mind drifted off as when Kaitlyn got too close to you — she touched you too much when walking up the stairs.

The painful thrust shocked you as you felt your body jolt and hit the bed. Dylan's shadow loomed over your body as you felt him leaning down to your back, kissing upwards before biting down hard on your shoulders.

The first few thrusts had pain embedded on them, but your hole managed to adjust fairly well to Dylan’s cock. You were now biting at the sheets — muffling your screams and crumpling it with your fingers.

A purple mark was created as Dylan continued to mark your skin up, his cock even going deeper.

Dylan's breathy grunts could be heard from earshot as you stopped biting on the sheets before letting out a series of high-pitched whines as Dylan made use of you to his heart's content

His hands on your hips were tight as he used you. “Y-You... smell— so... fucking... good, babe.” He groans out, you felt the feeling of orgasm about to reach you as your dick sensually rubbed against the bed on each powerful thrust.

Dylan pushed your body flat against the bed, his weight on your back present. Your cock was leaking against the sheets little by little until the downpour started, orgasm hit hard, untouched as Dylan selectively attacked your prostate with each harsh thrust — It continued releasing against the now-sticky sheets; your stomach uncomfortably stained with your own cum.

“D-Dylan A-Already came!” you managed to choke against the dirty sheets. The overstimulation made your cock throb continuously.

Dylan, overtaken by an inhuman force made it so he kept hitting your sensitive bundle of nerves sending each a jolt of overfilled pleasure that your body couldn't handle — till you hear an adamant sigh from the man. You feel yourself get lost in a second orgasm in a bit until Dylan’s hips finally go into a stop as you feel his cock milking itself on your ass. A wave of relief washed over you as his seed flowed into you, your back numbed from Dylan’s teeth-piercing skin.

You feel him pull out slowly, clambering on top of you as he releases breaths of exhaustion.

“G-God, Dyl? What the fuck, dude. No prep at all, plus my back is extra painful now— Not only did you give me a possible limp, but also marks! How the fuck would I explain this to the coming authorities?!" You chastised with a not-so-happy-possibly-im-going-to-kill-you-later huff, also glowering at the dumb guy.

Dylan could barely look at your dissatisfaction.

“Fuck, fuck— I don't know! Something came over me, and I just— I don't know!” he reasoned, trying to find the right words to say but in truth; he was just as confused as you — added with guilt.

“Look, Dyl. I'm not saying I didn't like it — You being rough and controlling and etcetera, is hot and all.. and new.... but give me a heads up first before you go on a weird rampage like that..” You trailed off, softening your tone a bit.

Now you're all sticky and dirty again, semen leaking out of your abused hole and on your stomach. “You clean me up, I swear to god.” you said with a glare as the man looked like he shrunk a little emotionally.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry... wait, shit— I'll go get new towels.” he murmured, rushing on his feet as he tripped on clothes. You sighed at him, a bit shaken up by that. Though yes, it felt good, painful at first; amazing, fantastic after a bit — however this would not be something you would like to explain to the police once they arrive.

“Hello, good sir— the tall, cute man just reassembled my insides— that's why I'm this kind of messy, so we were having kinky wild sex while everyone was getting mauled by bears.” you explained to yourself in a barely-audible voice. Your mind was too jumbled to come up with a proper excuse.

Dylan managed to catch your inner dialogue and snorted too loudly before covering his mouth. He turned around and found your deathly stare against him. It was a frightening sight so he immediately looked away. “S-Sorry.” He quickly apologized for it.

“Just get the towels!” you shouted.

He nodded and went to open the door, not expecting what came next.

Before he could unlock it, the lock of the door turned and in a moment — A blood-curdling scream was heard when Kaitlyn went face-to-face with a fully naked Dylan and his dangling thing, the keys to the room fell to the ground from her shock as she saw something she shouldn't have.

You immediately covered yourself with a blanket.

Behind Kaitlyn was an already-shocked Nick, bloody and all, and in his boxers. One more thing to add to things Nick had to experience or see.

“DYLAN LENIVY, WHAT THE FUCK!!” Kaitlyn yelled loudly as she covered her eyes at the sight.

To his surprise, Dylan’s brain was not functioning properly as he let out a late, un-manliest scream at the sight of his considered best friend and a bloodied-up jock. “SHIT! Sorry!” Dylan said before slamming the door on their faces.

He looked back at you with a horrified expression as you held back your laugh, you covered yourself before anything was seen so you didn't get bothered by it that much. A shuffling was heard behind the door as the two people ran away,

You couldn't contain the immense laughter bubbling from inside of you as you started cackling on top of your lungs.

“Oh my— DYL! I CAN'T. THAT WAS FUCKING— HAHA— HILARIOUS.”

Dylan looked at you aggrieved, “What if I kick you out of this room naked and all dirty huh?” His tone firm, rendering your laughs silent.

“Do a little walk of shame? Hmph.” He tuts, rolling his eyes to the back of his head.

You look at him with a ridiculed smile at his darkened expression.

He drops the serious act in a bit before grinning mischievously, flopping on the foot of the bed as he pulled at your legs threateningly — his devious plan already planted in his mind.

“NO! DYL! I swear to go—”

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the-girl-who-sold-the-wxrld · 2 years

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me: I'm tired of the characters in books and series and films always ending up with their teenage love. it's lazy and unrealistic. the authors just have to leave the story open at the end, without telling us about the love life of the characters later, it's not that complicated. it's really annoying.

alice: and so Nick and Charlie will get married and live happily ever after

me: OMG NICK AND CHARLIE WILL GET MARRIED AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER

#heartstopper #charlie x nick #charlie spring #nick nelson #nicholas nelson #nick and charlie #alice oseman #heartstopper netflix #heartstopper comic #lgbt #lgbt representation #gay #mlm fiction #and fuck everyone who told me that i shouldn't watch this series and read the books because im 18+#heartstopper series #heartstopper books #bisexual #bi character

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madlori · 1 year

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what’s a girl have to do to get her book talked about on booktok

it’s full of sexy hitmen and enemies-to-lovers and near-death confessions ffs

cmon

do a girl a solid

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08F13J38D

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coffeewritesfiction · 3 months

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For the curious, a quick and rough rundown of my Runner Owen series WIP

in a Victorian inspired world of eternal night, a transgender detective for hire resists forces both human and vampire that wish to own the city, and him

A gothic fantasy series with heavy MM sideplots, featuring not one but two hot antagonists who desire the protagonist. Set in a fantasy world based heavily on the 1890s, Owen Rosedown lives in a POC-filled, queer accepting society where trans people are common and gay marriage is accepted, but that doesn't mean it isn't prejudiced in its own ways. Owen, the youngest to become a member of the Runners' Society of detectives for hire and the first trans man, has his work cut out for him to get taken seriously by his middle and upper class clients even before the vampires get involved...

As this is a gothic, this series deals with heavy topics, so pay attention to future warnings both in and out of the books. Both villainous love interests involve age gaps - the vampire is a few hundred years old, and the human is ten years older than Owen - and while the vampire is your typical European white guy, the human is black. Smut is almost guaranteed, though probably within side stories and separate novellas instead of the books themselves.

The first book is currently titled Farewell Vesperos.

If any of this sounds like fun, leave a like/comment/reblog to be added to the tag list!

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b4sorex1a · 1 month

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Agree AF w/ that Gavi Pedri Felix anon... Gavi is definitely their bottom. Pedri definitely giggles and does that like nose to nose, smiling cliche. ❤️ Felix most definitely kisses full of tongue and then has his bottom suck his dick to clean it while he watches smug AF. 🔥

tw: nsfw, minors dni.

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🙏 yeah! man I love Gadri

I swear I always wanted to write something like Gamer Bf! João with Gavi where they have sex in the gaming setup area of Félix’s room and he’s on video call w Pedri, who is watching them while he jerks off…

Like Gavi giving João head while looking at the webcam, moaning. And at first it was just some male fornite bonding time for Pedri and Félix, but Pablo just wants a cock in his mouth so bad, he doesn’t even care about being watched or recorded.

At the end Pedri just cums on his screen because he’s rich and he can afford to buy another one, just because he’s way too horny and wants to paint Gavi’s pretty face with cum.

Félix finishes inside of Pablo’s mouth, inside his throat, forcing him to swallow..

They do play some fornite after all of it! But Gavi is too occupied fingering himself and moaning in the back, on João’s bed.

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lou-wilham · 8 days

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It's serving... special edition hardback...

So the special edition hardback of Benvolio & Mercutio is now up for pre-order! This hardback will only be available as a pre-order directly from Lou or Elle or if you come see us at events.

Pre-order your copy here!

Verona has 99 problems—including a time machine.

All Benvolio has ever desired is a peaceful life alongside his spirited—albeit quarrelsome—roommate, Mercutio. But as the story goes, the course of true love never did run smooth, and when tensions between the Montagues and the Capulets reach a boiling point, Benvolio and Mercutio are dragged into the mess Romeo makes of all their lives.

Then an older version of Benvolio crashes into their lives, offering the opportunity to change fate, Mercutio does as he always does—seizes the chance. There’s just one problem: no deal is without strings, and this one involves a deadly secret that Mercutio is determined to take to the grave.

What follows is a lively adventure through the ages, replete with love and heartache. Amidst the chaos, this inseparable duo will unravel the true depth of their friendship.

A riotous romp of a retelling of Romeo & Juliet. Side effects of reading may contain laughter, heartache, and a need for more. This light, sci-fi fantasy is the perfect shelf companion to The Queer Principles of Kit Webb by Cat Sebastian, Something Fabulous by Alexis Hall, and The Gentle Art of Fortune Hunting by KJ Charles.

Publication day: July 31, 2024

Genre: Adult Sci-fi Fantasy Romcom Tropes: Friends to Lovers, time travel, retelling, and they were roommates, deal with the devil

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The Butler

The captain's steward used to be a butler. About 1.3k, rated T. Originally published by Prism & Pen.

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The captain’s steward made some members of the crew uncomfortable, and set them ill-at-ease.

He was a man of effeminate nature, not merely in his appearance — his eyelashes overlong, his lips a dusky pink, his face rounded at its edges, and he was plump with slender, delicate hands — or in his manner of speech and expression — he was soft-spoken with a naturally high voice which lilted musically — but in the very way he moved, the way he occupied a space. Where many men aboard stood with their hands clasped at the small of their back, keeping their shoulders back, and where others took on the same position with their hands over their lower bodies, he held his hands higher, often resting them on top of his belly instead.

He had a habit of clasping one hand over the other like a choirmaster preparing to address his flock of altar boys — he was a Papist, and before he came to sea, he had been a junior butler for two years at a fancy manor house.

“Why’d you leave that behind?” Lupin had asked him once while he was helping clean up after dinner one evening.

“Why did you,” Belrose corrected him. “Wide is an adjective, Mr Lupin.”

“Right,” Lupin had said sourly. “Well?”

“Somewhere to get water from.”

“Mr Belrose,” Lupin had complained, scraping slops into a bucket for the pigs. It was a warm night, and he was in no mood for this back and forth, had only wanted a bit of chatter to make the task go by faster. “Why did you leave behind being a butler?”

“I developed an intolerance of wine,” Belrose had told him. Another man might have primly shrugged his shoulders, but Belrose had had such things as shrugging beaten out of him or trained out of him or whatever it was they did to butlers in training — Belrose had merely met his gaze a moment, lowered his brows slightly, raised them up again.

“You can’t drink wine, so you can’t be a butler?”

“Butler comes from the Old French, boteiller. A butler is in charge of a household, of its keys, but first and foremost, he is in charge of its wine cellar — the soul, therefore, of its hospitality. A butler who cannot drink wine cannot understand his inventory; a butler with no palate is not merely ill-equipped for his position, but entirely worthy of scorn and humour.”

“And you don’t like humour.”

“Do not,” Belrose had corrected him.

He’s not correcting Lupin right now. Lupin had followed him into the captain’s pantry and nudged the door closed, and now Lupin has him with his big shoulders against a cask of wine that he can’t drink, Belrose looking down at him.

“Now, Mr Lupin,” says Belrose softly. “We might well be accused of impropriety, the two of us crammed into a tight little cupboard like this one.”

“Hannity called you womanish earlier,” says Lupin, and for some reason he breaks Belrose’s gaze, not able to look him in the eyes as he says it, a kind of twisting occurring low in his gut. He reaches out and fixes the set of Belrose’s jacket lapel, catching the corner of it and flattening it out, smoothing the fabric beneath his fingers. “Called you a sodomite.”

“I am aware, Mr Lupin. I am in possession of two ears of my very own.”

Mr Belrose is Welsh — he says “ears” as if there’s a y at the beginning of the word, and for some reason, it makes Lupin’s cheeks burn.

“Are you — alright?”

Belrose stares down at him, unblinking in the dark, his lantern blocked by Lupin’s shoulders so that the two of them are standing facing one another almost in darkness.

“Am I alright?” Belrose repeats in his soft, lilting tones.

“Yeah. Are you alright?”

“Why shouldn’t I be?”

“Well, he — He called you a sodomite in front of everybody. That in’t right, is it?”

Belrose opens his mouth, and Lupin shoves him before he can say it.

“That is not right, is it?”

“It is,” says Belrose.

“… Eh?”

“Insulting it may be, Mr Lupin, but I would hardly call Mr Hannity’s accuracy into account. I am indeed a sodomite, as anyone aboard this ship and off it can tell to look at me. I make no great secret of it, merely that my impropriety occurs in private, behind closed doors, and never within the workplace.”

Lupin stares at him.

“Is this little meeting over, with that made clear?” asks Belrose mildly, with the slightest upward quirk of one eyebrow. He makes a lot of little jokes, really, just that a lot of them are clever, or subtle, or he makes them while not moving his face at all so that you think he can’t possibly be joking with what a humourless fuck he is. “Shall you write the minutes, and I’ll proceed with my own duties?”

“I’ll,” repeats Lupin scornfully.

Belrose exhales, and he’s about to say something more, but Lupin interrupts him before he can. “So am I.”

Belrose stares at him, and Lupin wonders if for once he’s actually caught the bastard by surprise. He doesn’t show it like some men do, he supposes, or he isn’t obvious — he isn’t pretty or effete or graceful or poetic. He’s just a man, him, and the mollies are surprised, sometimes, that he comes for them instead of the girls. There’s as many like him as not amongst the sodomites of anywhere, though. “Is that why the two of us are sharing this cupboard together?”

“I just wanted to say, is all. It’s not just you.”

“This is a sailship, Mr Lupin. One hardly goes without half a dozen buggerers and catamites aboard.”

“You don’t fuck in the workplace?”

“I do not.”

“The whole ship’s your fucking workplace.”

“Quite correct.”

“So, what, you only fuck on leave?”

“Mr Lupin, I have an inventory to complete.”

“You’re really alright?”

“Why would I be anything otherwise?”

“Hannity’s a big man,” says Lupin. “Frightening.” He’s more muscle than anything else, like as not has muscle in place of a brain, and he’s an angry sort — angry enough that he might take it on himself to knock Belrose about, no matter than Belrose is a big man himself. Lupin doesn’t want that to happen to him, doesn’t want to see Belrose bruised or beaten, or even embarrassed.

Hannity makes a show of his disgust for all manner of habits he thinks to be dirty or ill-mannered — he likes to find excuses to pick on other crew members, likes to beat them down to show how important he is.

“Are you frightened of him?” asks Belrose softly, his brow furrowing. “Of Hannity?”

“Of course I’m fucking frightened of him, Belrose, he’s the size of the mainmast with hammers for fists.”

“Oh,” murmurs Belrose. “Spare it no further thought, Mr Lupin. I am more than capable of protecting you.”

Lupin feels as if he’s been dropped into a hot bath, he’s warm all over, sweat prickling on the back of his neck, his jaw dropped.

“You don’t, you don’t,” Lupin starts, “you can’t, I’m, you really, that’s not — ”

“You know I hardly care for abbreviations, Mr Lupin,” says Belrose softly, his hands alighting on Lupin’s shoulders as he turns him around. Lupin keeps stammering, keeps trying to say that he wasn’t asking for that, that Belrose can’t possibly, that he doesn’t need to, that it’s ridiculous, that he’s a grown man and doesn’t need the captain’s steward protecting him.

Belrose opens the door, and nudges him out of the cupboard.

“I’ll protect you,” he says again.

“I’ll,” Lupin repeats faintly.

Belrose smiles down at him, the expression astonishingly warm, before he closes the door in his face.

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