2D Trash

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(Dazai taking off his bandages in front of you, for the very first time)

Characters: Dazai Osamu.

pairing: Dazai x reader

gn! reader

genre: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, implied sexual content. (honestly, it's only at the end, and it's not even that explicit, but I preferred to specify).

warnings: hinted past abuse, non graphic description of violence. word count: 3437 words.

A rustling of clothes; the flickering of a golden light; the moon outside colored the city in a silver shade, the night left room only for the silence. During the darkest hours, only two people could be awake: the devilish ones, who dirtied the streets in crimson, and the souls who had something to say; and there were mysteries only the moon could witness, the sun, wasn’t made for them.

The silhouette in front of you, quietly folded his clothes beside him, taking his time, as to delay the moment he had to speak, to explain what was going on inside his head.

You said nothing, waiting for him. Dazai rarely talked about himself: he always shied away, when someone tried to look under his skin, and he almost found a masochist pleasure, in it. He was a controversial human, who wished to be understood, but at the same time, was afraid of letting someone in.

He took off his bolo tie, and went to unbutton his striped shirt, you observed every action. That night was different: he was going to take his bandages off, completely.

 That afternoon, the brunet laid on the floor, whining about the warm weather of summer: he rolled on his back, on his belly, and then, on his side, only to repeat the sequence after some moments.

-What are you doing?

You asked him, he huffed, changing his position again,

-Today is hot, too hot, - he lamented, pinching at his shirt, -I feel like I’m going to burn alive.

You rolled your eyes, smiling: he was always dramatic to the extreme.

-Couldn’t you wear something lighter?

He sighed, putting a hand on his chest, as to enlighten his desperation.

-Ah, how much I wish it was true, my beautiful love, - he rose an arm to show you the bunch of bandages that he wore, -but the real problem are these, they’re like a second skin, and they’re eating me alive, - he concluded, still swinging his arms in the air.

You didn’t answer immediately, since you felt, he was trying to tell something more serious, than a silly joke about hot weather. Dazai had always been like this: when he wanted to open up, he always hid behind his dorky antics. You didn’t know if he did it out of habit, or because he felt uncomfortable acting like his true self. But each time you wondered, your mind always brought you to the first option; after all, neither Dazai knew how his true self was, and that was one of the many thoughts that kept him up at night, eating him on the inside, adding to the bunch of crises he hid from everyone.

Initially, you didn’t understand, why he behaved like that, but as time went by, you realized that, despite his straightforward nature, talking about himself, was always difficult. He was a genius, a strategist, but where feelings became the major topic, he often had a hard time explaining himself.

You looked at him: locking your pupils with his.

-Are you… telling me you want to take them off?

You whispered, searching on his face for any sign of uneasiness.

He held your gaze for a while, resting his hands on his abdomen. For a moment, he said nothing, but you could clearly distinguish the turmoil of feelings he was experimenting: he wanted to dismiss it as a joke, and he was truly tempted to do it; but at the same time, another part of him, was aching to share the deepest sides of him with you.

He turned his head, to stare at the ceiling, a pair of fingers tapping on the belly.

-Do you want me to take them off?

-Don’t try to dismiss my question with another question, - you huffed, getting closer to him, -your tricks are getting old. – you joked.

His lips stretched out in a smile, but it was so small, it was barely labile as it.

-You’re mean, you know?

He tried to change the subject again, but you didn’t answer him, showing no sign to let this topic slide that easily.

He closed his eyes, defeated; you could see him swallowing thickly. The wind moved his hair, warming the room wit its warm blow. You inhaled the bunch of air that pervaded your face, intertwining your hands with the ones of the brunet.

He grinned again, this time wider,

-Actually, y/n, - he murmured, his voice was uncharacteristically low, -I’ve been wanting to do it for a while.

Dazai never apologized, or admitted his defeat, instead, he preferred to avoid all the pleasantries and common places to directly arrive at the heart of the discussions. That was another thing you learnt about him, through time.

-Then do it, take your time, I’m here with you.

He didn’t answer, but his smile, spoke a million words.

So, there you where, hours after, sat on the futon, in front of him, waiting for the brunet to remain only with his bandages on.

His expression was blank, almost apathetic, but it was clear, that too many thoughts were clouding his mind: you didn’t miss the trembling fingers, missing the buttons of the shirt a few times, you didn’t miss his too heavy breath, and you didn’t miss how his eyes looked restless, flickering from left to right. But you chose to say nothing: it was better not to startle him, to avoid making him feel ashamed of his feelings.

Dazai was battling with himself, resisting the urge to hide again: he sighed, staring at his bandaged arms: he wanted to back off, to tell you that he didn’t feel like doing it anymore, but he was tired, exhausted even, to keep some things only for him. During the first times, he thought there would have been things he could have never told you, since he was too afraid of scaring you. But as time went by, as you spent more and more time with him, he fell in love a little more; and each time his heart beat faster, he felt the need to give himself away to you, to let you uncover small little parts of him, that maybe outside appeared insignificant, but for him, and for you, where everything.

Sometimes he laughed at himself, at how easily he let his guard down, and let you take care of him. But then, he repeated at himself that you didn’t want to hurt him, that this was fine, and at times, he almost believed it. It wasn’t like he didn’t trust you, but his defenses had been built by several years of training, and his mind was, somewhat used, to think in a certain way.

It was a long road, but he was working on it. Starting from that night.

He stared again at his arms, hid behind the cloth. What if you felt disgusted by them? What if you just ran away from him? He didn’t want it, he didn’t want to lose you, he couldn’t lose you.

He huffed, feeling the need to puke, a headache taking over him.

-Dazai, ehy, - you called him, sensing his confusion, -what’s wrong?

You brought a hand stroking his cheek, his eyes flickered in the moonlight.

His trembling pupils ran all over your face, disoriented, then after a while, he settled for your eyes, huffing.

-I thought it was easier, - he held the hand you were resting on his face, kissing the palm, -but I don’t even know where to start, hehe. – He let out a little, ashamed laugh.

The truth was, he was burning because of anger. He had only to tear that annoying white envelope away from his skin, why it had to be that difficult? He was capable of threatening and manipulating tons of people out there, and he couldn’t get rid of a few stripes of bandage? He wrinkled his nose, bothered.

Ignoring the blush that was crackling on your own cheeks, you answered him,

-Breathe, take your time, - you kissed the tip of his nose, he jumped a little. -I won’t force you.

He nodded, returning to his wrists, finally taking off the small pins, that held the bandages together. He unraveled the arm, then the forearm, he let the soft cloth falling onto the ground. He still avoided your eyes, feeling as if his soul had been at your complete mercy.

The warm breeze, was foreign on his skin. Sometimes, he didn’t care to change his bandages; it always took a long time, taking them off, then putting on the new ones. There were days in which he was too tired to even move or to simply breathe, every limb ached, feeling like lead. So, he just let the old ones stay on him. Furthermore, he didn’t enjoy looking at his body, his past was written all over him, and every time he peeked at one of his scars, he ardently wished to forget everything. But he always had a strong memory, and all the reminders were there, each scar, each wound, he remembered everything, how he got them, how painful they were.

The last bits of bandage fell from his arms, and he had never felt so anxious in all his life. Your eyes never stopped roaming all over him, digging your pupils in each scratch, in each cut; they were so many, his body looked like a canvas of some abstract artist.

Noticing he stopped, you directed your gaze on his face, seeing he was looking back at you.

-What is it?

You asked, whispering.

He shook his head, making his soft hair move from left to right. You held back the urge to pat him.

-I was just, thinking that you could help me, you know?

You widened your eyes, not expecting such tender offer. You stood there, speechless for a while.

Hearing you didn’t answer, he urged to add:

-Oh, but if you don’t want, don’t worry I-

-No, I want to, I want to. – You sighed, -I wasn’t expecting you to tell me to help you.

A shy grin appeared on his face, he adverted his eyes, looking downcast.

-Well, it’s not like I can unravel my bandages on my back on my own.

-Oh, right.

You giggled. Then, still smiling, you got up, to help him.

You settled on his back, unpinning the roll of bandages on his neck, that apparently, was linked to the one on his back.

The room was silent again, and you were left with your thoughts; while unravelling the cloth, you couldn’t help but to keep smiling: obviously, what Dazai said before, was nothing but a mere excuse. He was a subtle man, and multiple times, he just hid his true thoughts behind an apparent and obvious reason. But you learnt to read him, and you could bet that often, he took them off alone, since he didn’t want anyone to notice. Why suddenly he needed someone to help him? Simple, he didn’t need someone to help him, he needed you to help him; and this sudden realization hit you in the stomach, filling it with butterflies.

You freed his neck from the bandages, already looking at his long wounds. You kissed his nape, gaining a small shiver. You lingered on his skin, inhaling his scent.

Another tender smile made his way on your lips: behind that silly phrase, the truth was as tender as embarrassing:

I thought that it would have been easier, with your hands on me.

After a while, Dazai was deprived of all his bandages, there weren’t any: on his tights, on his neck, on his arms, his belly too, was totally exposed. You were again in front of him, trying to get your eyes used to the image of him without any bandage on. He was him, obviously, but somewhat different: when we get used to something, for a long time, even a little change, can make us feel disoriented.

Just like his neck, and arms, the rest of is body was full of wounds, cicatrized. There were long ones, like the two on his shoulders, the enormous one on his chest, and others that looked more serious, like the few scratches on his knees and wrists. What surprised you, was the exaggerated number of white dots all over his body, that made his skin appear dappled.  

You wished there weren’t any. How much pain had he to endure, to collect all those wounds on his skin?  

-They’re a lot hehe, - he tried to break the silence, -and they’re ugly, I know.

-I don’t think they’re ugly at all.

-But you wished I didn’t have them, right? It was what you were thinking.

You stared at him, as your heart sunk a little: for once, just for once, you wished he couldn’t read your mind.

You got on your knees, lifting his head to look at his eyes: they trembled, his last defenses falling, in front of you. He tried to cover the scars on his neck, scratching his nape, but you stopped his hand, holding it in yours.

-Don’t. Don’t cover them.

Don’t hide from me.

He hinted a little nodding.

-Yes, I wished you didn’t have all those wounds on your body, but not because they’re ugly, or because they disgust me. – He sucked his breath a bit, you held back the urge to smile, opting for a more serious expression: -instead, I was thinking that they’re a lot, and many of them seem deep and painful.

-I wish you didn’t suffer that much.

A soft crimson shade colored his cheeks. It was a rare sight, but you considered yourself lucky, to witness whenever Dazai got flustered a little. He seemed so small, defenseless even. You had never seen him like that.

Feeling the sudden need to protect him, your lips moved alone, forming a question:

-Can I hug you?

Can I touch you?

He nodded, weakly.

In no time, your arms went to envelope his small figure, holding him tight. He rested his head on your shoulder, allowing himself to sigh. His wavy hair tickled your skin, giving you goosebumps, but you ignored it, kissing the top of his head.

You two stayed like that for some moments, without saying a word: in moment like that, words weren’t important.

When you were about to release him, a small noise, came from the space between your shoulder and your neck:

-Keep hugging me.

Please.

It was lower than a whisper, so gentle, so fragile, it looked almost like a beg. You held him in your arms, stronger than before. He trembled, almost avoiding to breathe. You looked at him, for a moment, for once, he seemed so young, so lost, it made your heart weak.

It was hard to remember at times, that Dazai too, was human. He was good at hiding it, behind his cheerful behavior, behind his witty mind, and when faced with hard times, with his blank expression; sometimes, even you, got fooled. But now, in your arms, all those things didn’t exist at all: in your arms there was Dazai, the human one, the young man who hid himself from everyone, to avoid suffering. The same one that now, was letting you see how much he needed someone to talk to.

You carded your fingers through his soft locks, inhaling his scent. He adjusted better on your shoulder, sighing.

Caressing his neck, you peeked over his back, the pale moonlight reflected on his skin, as if it was the calm surface of the ocean. The small, lighter scars, marked his flesh, looking like small ripples. They formed a lot of abstracts drawings, interrupting in many different points, branching out in other ones, almost like cracks on a wall. You smiled: there was no way you could be disgusted by him.

-You’re beautiful, you know?  

It almost came out naturally, you didn’t think too much, you just wanted to voice out your thoughts.

He stiffened in your hold, probably taken aback by your sudden confession.

-Are you sure your eyes are working well?

-I’ve never been surer in all my life.

Your voice let out a hint of laugh.

You kept observing his back, tracing meaningless drawings on his skin, following the rotten pattern of his scars. Dazai closed his eyes, finding the tickling sensation utterly pleasurable. He tried to hold back some sighs, but as you continued to trace his flesh, he couldn’t hold back the shy puffs that left his mouth. It was so embarrassing, and yet, pleasurable. Your hands were gentle on his skin, almost scared of hurting him, as if he was made of porcelain.

Then, you noticed the small scars on his shoulders, they were lighter than his already pale skin, and they ripped the surface just like small seams. You peaked at one of them, noticing how the brunet’ skin was boiling.

Then, the small silhouette in your arms shivered.

-Sorry, does it hurt?

He shook his head, adjusting his position in your arms,

-No, some of them are just sensitive, I, - he waited, wondering if he had to finish the sentence or not, -I liked it.

You felt your cheeks warming, he was adorable.

Having received his consent, you kept kissing him, not stopping to caress his back. You peaked at each scar, each wound, even the small dots, lingering on his skin to make him feel your touch. Sometimes small, subdued sighs left his lips, other times soft groans and small puffs.

Once you were done with the scars on the shoulders, you passed at the ones on the neck, tracing a timid line of kisses on his skin; you went to hold his nape, brushing the small locks at the base of his head. He tilted the latter to the left, giving you more space. You reached his jaw, leaving some peaks also there; your hands went to trace the long wound on his chest, gaining a shy gasp from the owner.

He arched his back, pushing your head on his neck, to bring you closer. That long scar was probably the most sensitive one, and he couldn’t hold back the various quiet gasps that his mouth was threatening to produce. He had never been that flustered in all his life, he was usually the one to do all the teasing, but now, he had never thought that being the teased one was that comfortable.

You stopped for a moment, looking at him: his cheeks were of a deep red, and his glassy eyes reflected the moonlight fervently, looking like small iron bits. His lips were slightly parted, as he kept panting weakly. He hardly held your gaze, too flustered to look at you in the eyes, but too stubborn to lower them. You dove, kissing him deeply, slowly. He received you completely, holding your head, keeping you close to him. His lips were uncharacteristically hot, burning yours. Not even the time to part, to breathe, that both your lips were sealed together again. You continued to caress him, swallowing all his gasps, and hums; smiling a little, you noticed how much he was trying to hold back, the small trembles of his limbs.

You didn’t know which heart was beating faster, if his or yours.

Parting again, you laid him on the soft futon, never leaving his embrace.

-Happy birthday Osamu, - you left a peak on his forehead, -I love you.

He peeked at you, with his uncombed hair and red lips; the soft rays of the moon, kissed his skin gently, making look almost ethereal. It was paradoxical, how him, labeled as a demon, looked like an angel. But you knew it too well, that Dazai was way far from being an angel, and at the same time, you knew he was way far from being a demon too. He was just a lost human, who desperately searched for himself, too tired for his age, too clever for the world where you lived in.

Nothing could outweigh his mind, nothing could bring him release, from his burning thirst for a solution for his black hole inside. There was no solution, and you knew it. But that night, between your arms, he looked a bit content, a bit quieter, his mind a little free, from all the demons he fought during the day.

And you wished, to bring him, at least a bit of peace, like the raindrops of a downpour in the middle of summer.

He hugged you again, tighter than before.

-I love you too.

For once, take care of me.

There we are. That's just a tiny thing I've wrote for his birthday, I hope you enjoyed it. 💕

Sorry if I'm being a lot inactive recently, but i'm barely having the time to sleep and eat, exams are getting closer and I'm starting to feel anxious; to be brief, I will finish to write all your requests as soon as possible, (I hope to finish them in July). Thank you for your patience, really! 💕

You knew what you were getting into when things between you and Fyodor first began. His work always came first, and it was something you’d come to accept over time. You didn’t necessarily like it, but you tried to be adult about things.

Recently, though, it was difficult to quell the feelings of neglect that had been building. You knew that he did care about you in his own way – he’d scarcely let you so close to him, share his bed with you and occasionally even grant you snippets of his next move if he didn’t. But it sometimes felt like you weren’t really seeing him at all, just pining over a man growing more and more distant from you, like the Earth spinning away from the sun.

So you’d tried to more or less getting used to life without him making much of an appearance in it. The last thing you wanted was to be seen begging him to spend time with you, like you’d just die without Fyodor around to pay attention to you. You knew the man had something of a God complex and since you were a little annoyed with him of late, you had no intention of indulging it.

But that morning, you’d been surprised to find a box waiting for you on your kitchen table, with a note from Fyodor commenting that he hoped to be wrapped up with his latest ‘project’ soon, and wouldn’t you wear this gift he’d bought you today?

You knew it was a little pathetic, but you’d been flattered, by both the note and the fact that Fyodor hadn’t forgotten you – that you’d been in his thoughts enough that he’d either gone out on bought you something or instructed one of his minions to bring you a gift. No doubt if he’d done the latter, he had been very specific about what he wanted. Fyodor did have a bit of a thing about letting his underlings doing things on their own initiative, but you couldn’t help but find it a little amusing. As much of a genius as Fyodor was, even he was a bit of a perfectionist.

When you opened the box, you gasped quietly.

You knew what you were getting into when things between you and Fyodor first began. His work always came first, and it was something you’d come to accept over time. You didn’t necessarily like it, but you tried to be adult about things.

Recently, though, it was difficult to quell the feelings of neglect that had been building. You knew that he did care about you in his own way – he’d scarcely let you so close to him, share his bed with you and occasionally even grant you snippets of his next move if he didn’t. But it sometimes felt like you weren’t really seeing him at all, just pining over a man growing more and more distant from you, like the Earth spinning away from the sun.

So you’d tried to more or less getting used to life without him making much of an appearance in it. The last thing you wanted was to be seen begging him to spend time with you, like you’d just die without Fyodor around to pay attention to you. You knew the man had something of a God complex and since you were a little annoyed with him of late, you had no intention of indulging it.

But that morning, you’d been surprised to find a box waiting for you on your kitchen table, with a note from Fyodor commenting that he hoped to be wrapped up with his latest ‘project’ soon, and wouldn’t you wear this gift he’d bought you today?

You knew it was a little pathetic, but you’d been flattered, by both the note and the fact that Fyodor hadn’t forgotten you – that you’d been in his thoughts enough that he’d either gone out on bought you something or instructed one of his minions to bring you a gift. No doubt if he’d done the latter, he had been very specific about what he wanted. Fyodor did have a bit of a thing about letting his underlings doing things on their own initiative, but you couldn’t help but find it a little amusing. As much of a genius as Fyodor was, even he was a bit of a perfectionist.

When you opened the box, you gasped quietly.

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Female Reader

Content: Smut, Oral (F-receiving), creampie, no beta we die like men, aged up a year or two.

Word Count: 3.1k

Megumi looks out to the training field. Goosebumps are starting to line his arm the longer he stands out in the cool night air, but it’s little compared to the coldness of the stare and the deep scowl on his normally indifferent face as he watches you prattle on with one of the new first years.

This is the last thing he wants to see upon his return from an easy yet particularly annoying mission.

In retrospect, he doesn’t know exactly what the two of you are talking about as he’s too far away to catch anything of your conversation, but he doesn’t like the way he sees you squeeze the other boy’s shoulder causing a blush. You’re being way too touchy, a little extra friendly than normal even if the other is your underclassman, and he finds himself growing increasingly agitated.

Finally, you turn your head and catch his figure in the near distance. You wave off the first year and walk towards Megumi, a smile on your face as you greet him with a pat to his cheek and head back to your dorms together.

The aura radiating off the two of you is completely polar as you hum a pleasant tune, and he glowers until he finally can’t take the irritation scratching at a delicate corner of his mind.

“Whatever you’re doing, you need to stop it.”

Your humming comes to an immediate halt, and he notices the way your pupils shift to the corner of your eyes to look at him then straight ahead again. “What do you mean?”

“So, it’s going to be that way,” he thinks.

“You’re leading him on. I don’t know if you’re doing it so he’ll do you favors or if you’re doing it to piss me off, either way, you need to stop it.”

pairing fushiguro megumi x fem reader

word count 2,938

notes oh to be pretty boy megumi’s bimbo gf </3 @cursedarchiveblog @http-404-error-unknown

WARNINGS bimbo! reader (… kind of. an attempt was made.), smut, fingering, unprotected sex, vag sex, cream pie. reader wears a skirt (no length specified) and mascara. reader is called girl, but has no pronouns.

MINORS, AGELESS & BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ ONLY.

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“You’ll get wrinkles like that, you know?” you tease, smoothing the crease between Megumi’s brows only for it to return as soon as you move away. “Please don’t ruin your pretty face.”

“I wouldn’t if you— I’m not pretty,” he grumbles, frown deepening, brows furrowing further, as his eyes wander away from the pout on your face. There’s a blush rising high on the curve of his cheeks, dusted pink and not so out of character when you know exactly what effect compliments have on him.

“Yeah, you are.” Your lips turn up into a coy grin just as two of your fingers rise to pinch his cheeks. “The prettiest. My pretty boy Megumi.”

He rolls his eyes. He huffs a little and straightens his posture, too. He can’t do much about the way his flush darkens, though, highlighting the very tip of his ears a matching red.

Clearing his throat, he holds your wrist with just enough force that your own hand loosens. “Thank you, now finish the question.”

“Can’t we take a break instead?” you immediately whine, dropping your hand to his thigh and shifting closer to rest your head on his shoulder. “I’m tired.”

“You’ve only answered two questions.”

- ̗̀ will i ever love somebody like the way i did you? ̖́-

day eighteen dry-humping ft. fushiguro megumi [jujutsu kaisen]

☄  tags/warnings: +18, gn reader + no pronouns, dry-humping, college au, exes to lovers, slight angst, mentions of a past stroke (on someone else), p with plot + feelings

☄  words: 1.6k

☄  masterlist

“Your hair is different.”

It was such an odd comment, even a little strained. You finished pouring yourself a glass of water, determined not to turn around.

“Yeah.” You took a sip of your drink and for a few moments, no one said a thing.

It was weird to be talking to him again after not even looking at his face for two years, but you guessed this reunion was meant to happen sometime. You just didn’t expect it to happen at your roommate’s boyfriend's party, you just happened to be friends with Megumi as well.

“I know you wanted to keep your distance from me,” he explained, “I wouldn’t have come here if I knew you were coming as well. I’m sorry if—”

“It’s not like that.”

kinktober 2021 masterlist

28th October - Hands

paring: megumi fushiguro x f!reader

summary: you’ve been asking fushiguro to help you with studying more often recently, but he notices that you’re not actually paying attention to his words.

words: 3.3k

warnings: no spoilers for any season, 18+, smut, fingering, kinda-hair pulling, choking with fingers, doggy, kinda voyeurism if you squint.

a/n: yes it’s late, but it’s good food

← day 27 | somnophilla | jean kirstein           day 29 | spitting | tobio kageyama→

“Wait, show me that again!” you stopped Megumi before he could readjust his finger position, you’d asked him to show you the different shadow puppets he uses to summon his shikigami.

He’d sighed, a little bit confused but obliged anyway, you’d come into his room under the guise of studying and he’d allowed it because he thought you were tolerable - his brain screamed ‘cute’ but he wouldn’t admit it.

He moved his hands so his thumbs were interlocking, his fingers extended out to form two large wings.

The size of his hands always surprised you, as well as the length of his fingers - but it was the veins running through the backs of them that really made you dry at the mouth.

“And that one is…?” you took in every detail that you could before he put them back down again, “Nue!” he explained again. This had been going on for a few weeks now, for some reason you’d taken a huge interest in his shikigami but wouldn’t explain why.

He watched you open your mouth and he knew you were going to ask another question, “And this is Divine Dogs,” he folded one hand over the other and separated his ring and pinkie from his index and middle to make the shadow of a dog.

In an attempt to normalise the situation, you put your hands together and tried to copy it and ultimately failing miserably. He huffed and rolled his desk chair over to his bed where you were perched, he was sitting in it backwards for some reason, “No, like this,” he did the hand motion again but slower.

pairing: oberon/f!reader

rating: mature

summary: The Faerie King is very good at distractions. Too bad his target today is you.

notes: title taken from the poem held in the arms of st, francis & the virgin by jasmine gibson! aware of how the titles too cheesy for the whole thing, but i read it again and it’s like. stuck in my head. sorry for being horny again (slightly) on main. has implied public sex, and the like. sorry.

The Birth of ‘Oberon’ - Avalon le Fae (30-2)

Long, Heavy LB6 spoilers, TW for those with entomophobia (insects).

A/N: Enjoy, my anon. ❤️

MOOD MUSIC: Arsonist’s lullabye by Hozier

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While immersed in the obscurity of your sleep addled mind, you felt the beginnings of a heated breeze, soft and welcoming, like a mist covering you in its own blanket of warmth and comfort. It caused you to turn over, mumbling softly about nonsense that was conjured from your dreams. Deep down, you had felt awake, but you were not quite intent on grasping that knowledge just yet. The bed was comfortable, and much more idyllic than the thought of having to get up and get ready for the day.

It wasn’t until you heard the bathroom door swing open, that you felt the urge to squint away, sighing aimlessly as you saw your fiancé walk out, freshly bathed and skin adorned by the few water droplets that refused to leave the bends and turns of his lean muscled body.

Theseus rubbed generously at his face, the aftershave biting back as he winced subtly. You couldn’t help but smile at that, knowing he prided a well groomed appearance than a beard any day. Though you often wondered how he’d look in one, you would likely never be privy to that. Even just a few days of not shaving left him annoyed by his appearance.

While you wished to say your morning pleasantries, you held them back. Eyes drifting along his body as he walked towards the desk in the corner, opening the top drawer and fishing out his cuff links and pocket watch. He laid them precisely out on the table top, the chain of his watch being piled neatly in coils. Everything he did was with a purpose, even down to the fine details, it was a privilege to watch, you believed. There was just something attractive in a man that took charge in all he did.

You hummed quietly, leaning up in bed as you rested your cheek in your palm and ogled the Auror. The towel he wore hung loosely from his hips, giving you so many ideas for a fun morning that you hoped he had time for. He was up earlier than usual, and judging by his relaxed state, he wasn’t in any rush today.

“Good morning, Mister Scamander.”

Theseus turned slightly, eyebrow raised curiously as he saw you laying there, looking intently at him. He chuckled at your gaze, already seeing the spark of mischief you held there. “Morning.” He greeted back, walking towards the bed as you scooted over to give him room on your side. You could smell his aftershave strongly at this distance, your senses overloaded by the handsome scent when he bent down for a quick kiss. You wished it lasted longer, your lips already tingling from the brief contact.

“You’re up so early.” You planted your palm on his chest, surprised to feel how heated his skin still was from his shower.

“Mm.” He leaned more into the bed, towel dangerously dipping below his hips and giving you a charitable view of the fine hair that led a path to his manhood. “Thought I’d get an early start to some casework.” Theseus took one of your hands in his, lifting it to his lips and caressing your knuckles with them. It revitalized your awareness, the soft brush of his mouth making you release a quiet moan that he still managed to catch. You felt him smile against you, his blue eyes coming up to meet yours as you shifted under the covers.

“Must you always be so responsible?” You fell back into the bed, the ache between your legs growing as you continued to admire him. It took all your strength to tug him down over you, but you realized he was taking mercy on your weak force and instead just laughed as he straddled over your waist, an intrigued grin on his lips.

“Unfortunately, darling.” He brought a hand up, fingers brushing your hair aside as he mentally praised the fine features of your face. You looked radiant as ever, eyes glowing and hopeful that he’d stay a little longer. It made him smirk, his own mind turning against the idea of getting work done today. “Come here.” Theseus dipped down, kissing you sweetly. Your lips were delicate to the touch, so pliable beneath his own it made him want to continue on, except your hand came to cup his cheek, fingertips caressing the scratch of stubble that still decorated his jaw, too fine for his razor to cut.

You gently pulled away, already regretting the loss of him. “Be a rebel just this once, will you?” The blanket above your form became an issue, your desire to be closer to him taking over as you wiggled free of it, Theseus’ hands coming up one by one to allow you to move it away. Of course, your little action held more motive than you pretended it did. It was easy enough to believe he’d say yes based on the merit of his kiss alone, but nothing made such a convincing debate as that of your bare body presented to him.

Theseus’ eyes immediately drew to your figure, taking in the curves of your breasts and the slight dip towards your hips. Every inch of you looked equally appetizing to him, and with such a valid argument on display, how could he possibly deny your request. “As you wish.” He stated playfully, leaning down once more to capture you in kiss as your arms wrapped about his neck. You played with the curls that fell around his nape, still damp from his shower.

“I knew you’d say yes.”

“You make a compelling argument, love.” He smirked, closing that narrow distance and allowing your noses to kiss against each other. The feat made you laugh, a sound he came to adore as he nuzzled you further. He had about an hour to spare, and this definitely was more entertaining than running through files all morning long. With one last kiss to the tip of your nose, he journeyed lower, lips stroking over your own and then towards your chin.

You already arched into him, squirming below from the sensations his mouth allotted you. Theseus always knew the perfect places to cater to, just as he did right now, teeth nipping at your pulse and tongue soothing the love bite. The feeling was wonderful, the electric shock it sent coursing your body making you sigh happily as you tilted your head further back, giving the Auror more room to tease. He gratefully took the offer, tongue coming to sweep the expanse of your neck before he brought his lips to join in and suck eagerly.

The jolt of pleasure made you raise your hand to his chest, nails digging into his skin and raking a path down. You felt him respond, skin rising at the action and earning you a heavy groan of bliss. He shifted above you, making himself and his current predicament more comfortable. It did little to relieve the pulsing ache, and he quickly reached to remove his towel and toss it aside. He used the time to place a knee at your thighs, willing you to spread your legs and give him room to properly please you. Naturally, you complied, a moan slithering out when you fully felt the weight of his length at your core. You slid sinfully against him, grinding up and whining graciously when your folds slipped over his cock.

Theseus bit back a loud groan, burying his face in your neck as he paused his kisses long enough to grip the sheets and regain control. If you kept that little ruse up, he was certain he wouldn’t be making it to work at all. So, he gripped at your hips, roughly pinning them down and giving you a warning glare that made you fidget gleefully beneath.

“Enough of that.” He scolded hotly, face flushed and lustful, blue eyes already showcasing the number of ways he planned to get back at you for that. It just earned him an innocent smile from you, your gaze hungrily taking in his domineering demeanor.

“Yes, Sir.” You tease back, earning an aroused growl from your fiancé. He bit gently at your jawline, hands clasping your wrists now as he pinned them back to the bed. This is what you adored from him, those moments when the authoritative trait in his Auror background came out. He was ever the stern individual, but entirely devoted and caring to his loved ones. But, there were times you couldn’t help but spur him on, wanting to see that shift in behavior, and being the one at the receiving end of that imperious stare he often used on the many he interrogated for crimes.

“Theseus…” You gasped his name, lips parting as you felt him kiss above your sternum. It only led further below, his hands releasing your wrists as he devoured you with heated kisses and licks on his way down. He deftly dragged them across your chest, grazing over your nipple that perked up at his touch. It was barely a ghost of a kiss, his mouth brushing the soft flesh which made you writhe and plea charmingly for more.

He could hear you mumbling weakly, gentle appeals to his more merciful nature to continue on. You were getting restless before him, each word now laced in a needy tone that made him smile smugly.

“Theseus, please.”

Now how could he ignore such a polite request, and while he wished he could tease you some more, he’d also rather have a little taste of your obvious arousal. “Yes, darling.” He caved, always giving into whatever you asked of him. You were his weak point, whether outside these walls of your home, or within them, he could never have the heart to completely deny you. Especially not now, with you so enticing and frenzied beneath him.

He took a minute to explore you further, tongue licking over your nipple, and lips clasping around it. You had to grasp his shoulders, arching your head back as you felt the cool air sweep over your breast when he moved away. His hands came to your waist, clutching tightly enough to hold you in place as he descended your stomach, kissing everywhere and under your navel before pausing above your sex.

“Satisfied, yet?” He was well aware you weren’t, but he adored the deprived expression you had given him. You always looked beautiful in your blissful haze, eyes half lidded, lips parted as you absorbed it all in, every single sensation that he had dealt you.

“You know the answer, Theseus.” You felt him grin into your skin, giving a soft peck of the lips just above your slit. Instinctively, you tilted your hips up to meet him, the warmth of his mouth on you creating a dizzying wave of ecstasy. Your movement just implored him to hold you back down, his hands sliding down to your thighs where he held them scandalously open.

Theseus nearly groaned at the sight of your folds, his tongue coming to wet his lips as he prepared himself for the part of you he craved most. His impatient side attempted to coax him to bury his face there, to eat you out and watch you orgasm quickly and thoroughly. But, his hour wasn’t up yet, and while the notion of you writhing around in an almost breathless form of pleasure was agreeable, he rather loved the idea of taking his time.

“Doesn’t take much, now does it, darling?” Theseus teased, fingertip coaxing your folds open and revealing the swell of your clit. Your juices clung to his finger, his eyebrow raising at how wet you already were for him. He blew gently on you, the feathery touch of his breath over your clit causing a delightful shiver to consume your body. It was a welcome contrast to the heat of your sex, so wet and willing for Theseus to take you.

“More.” You begged, mind too jumbled to attempt any proper sentences. He understood well enough though, and began a trail of loving kisses over your inner thigh, getting just close enough to your entrance before moving on to the other leg. The action tickled a bit, procuring the Auror a pleasant giggle from your lips. He could feel you tense in his hold, hips moving up every time he got close enough to your core. Much as he enjoyed watching you writhe around impatiently, he finally gave in, tongue sneaking out and tracing along your mound until it curved just slightly over your clit.

“Ah!” Your hands desperately searched for the pillow above, nails digging into one as you bit down on your lip to keep as quiet as possible. It seemed unfair how aroused you were, body already submitting to Theseus even before he truly got started. And then he goes and does that little trick again, only faster this time, the flat of his tongue lapping up your folds and swirling around your clit. You were a panting mess in his capable hands, cheeks hot and brow sweaty as you came to wipe at it. You could feel his hand massage up your thigh, sweeping back over your stomach and stopping to cup your breast. He gave a gentle squeeze, enjoying the way you felt in his palm, warm and nipple hard as he stroked his thumb over it, mimicking the movement of his talented tongue that catered to your entrance now.

“Oh gods…” You shot your hand down, fingers tangling in his curls as he came to close his lips around you, giving a steady suction on your clit that tensed your entire being.

Theseus was building you up, allowing your climax to steadily grow, only releasing you when he felt you get too close to completion. He wasn’t quite ready to let you finish, not until he had you right where he wanted, screaming and huffing out sweet words and curses alike.

“Theseus, stop teas-ah…!” Your words trailed off into nonsense, the sudden pressure of his fingers prodding your entrance making you forget all formal vocabulary. Gods, how you loved when he did that, always so skillful and intent on making you peak so intensely it left you exhausted. By now, he was likely feeling the sting of you pulling and tugging at his hair, not that he seemed to mind. On the contrary actually, he appeared to enjoy the avidity with which you pulled at him.

He took the moment to glance up, taking a breather as he thrust his fingers into you, curving them just enough to find that sweet spot within. His lips were wet with your cum, equally swollen from all the attention he gave you. You could feel him panting against your folds, the sensation intensifying the movement of his fingers as they stroked and massaged within you.

You stuttered out a moan, meeting his gaze as he stared up towards you, clearly enjoying the state he had put you in. There was some part of you that wanted to playfully fight back, to pretend he could do better just to see him get riled up. That would end in failure, though, and just as you made to whisper a provocation, he licked over you again, burying his lips between your core and watching arrogantly as you went silent and arched up. You were so bloody close, your walls tightening and spasming around his fingers with every thrust. Theseus wanted to have you completely, to remove himself and leave you wanting for something more substantial than his tongue and touch. But, he could always have tonight, for now he could take pleasure in watching you release wildly as he added a third finger, speeding up the pace and taking your clit back between his full lips.

You were desperate now, your hands clumsily searching for something to brace yourself as every muscle tensed inside you, making it impossible to speak or do anything coherent besides cry out for your fiancé. Theseus groaned happily at the response, fingers gently slipping from your entrance as he went to lap every bit of you up. You moaned under him, wiggling around as your body grew sensitive to his touch.

“T-Too much, Theseus…” You smiled, wishing he could somehow continue and make you cum all over again. But, duty called, and he kissed your thigh one more time before making the journey back up your heated and pleased body.

“So,” Theseus nuzzled your neck again, the same fingers he just fucked you with gripping your chin and making you look at him. They swept closely by your lips, giving you a faint taste of yourself that still stuck to him, and if that wasn’t enough for you, Theseus dipped forward, kissing hard and sharing in your essence that lingered on his lips and tongue. “Am I allowed to finish getting ready?” His words trailed into a groan, your teeth tugging at his lower lip when he made to pull away.

After his performance, he could have the authority to do as he pleased, you gathered. So you just acquiesced to his comment, too exhausted to handle anything more than a lazy nod in his direction.

He seemed amused by that, his chuckle making you smile as he gave a chaste kiss to your brow. The feeling of him moving away left you wanting, but you couldn’t very well tie the Auror to your bed all day, no matter how happy you’d be to do so.

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A/N: Thanks for reading. Feedback highly appreciated.

A/N: Lonnnng overdue, I know but, here’s the office smut that was promised as well as just Theseus smut requests in general for those who asked. ❤️

MOOD MUSIC: Love has no limits by Fleurie

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Familiar. That’s what that rhythm was, so familiar it was practically etched into his mind like some lovely song he could sway to. No matter how far down the hall Theseus would find himself, it would still play, softly at first, then hurried in its pace as some panic stepped in. He always grinned at that bit, knowing the owner of those footsteps that caused him such a stir of the heart, was now rushing to finish business. You were a predictable creature, always in a race to beat the clock to your next destination before Travers came stampeding over your accomplishments.

“Sorry!” He heard from down the corridor, grin widening when those footsteps stumbled for a moment. Theseus could practically count the next few heel clicks as you finally caught your footing and continued in your haste.

“And,” he spoke aloud, eyebrows raised in amusement as you came barreling towards him, files clutched protectively in your arms. “Here we are.” Theseus laughed, stuffing his hands into his pockets as you nearly slid by him.

“Darling.”

“Oh! Theseus…” You were hunched over catching your breath, knees buckling from the amount of running you had just completed. Sometimes you believed Travers tortured you on purpose with the amount of physical exertion this job called for. “H-“ you cleared your throat, wiping the small beads of sweat collecting at your forehead. “Hi.”

“Hello.” He offered a sympathetic smile, smacking his lips as he took in your flustered appearance. Still beautiful, he assessed, but so unnecessarily stressed it made him want to carry you back home for the remainder of the day. “Gone and upset Travers again, have you?”

“What? No, I-“ You could see those inquisitive eyes of his already musing over the various ways you always managed to aggravate your boss. While you desperately wished to deny those claims, he was, unfortunately, correct. “Yes.” You admitted guiltily, knowing Theseus would somehow talk Travers down like he usually did and convince him to allow you some minor break. “It really wasn’t all my fault this time!”

“That so?”

“Well, I spilled his tea on him…” The number of emotions that crossed your fiancés face in that second would’ve been comical. If not for the fact that you were the cause of the confusion, disappointment and amusement alike. “But, it really wasn’t all my fault, Theseus! He had his tea on top of the files, and if you ask me that’s extremely reckless! And-“

“Darling.”

“Then I didn’t see it, and so I pulled the files from under it and by the time I realized it, the cup had spilled-“

“My love…”

“Over his lap! And, of course, it would be piping bloody hot, wouldn’t it?”

“Y/N!” Theseus interjected, sighing in mild merriment at your agitated state. You were a cheer to be around, that was not to be debated, but he rather preferred you calm and collected than a tailored mess of nerves and embarrassment. “I know he’s a rigid chap, but it’ll be alright.” Theseus held your shoulders, lovingly rubbing them to ease away your worries if possible.

“Rigid isn’t the word I’d use.” In spite of the chaos storming in your mind, his gentle massages made you recline in relief. If it wasn’t for Theseus, you were certain you’d have thrown your letter of resignation in that man’s face by now. “How do you put up with him all the time, Theseus?”

“Years of practice, my love. Now come here.” He tenderly pulled you to him, circling his arms around your body and kissing your forehead as you melted into his embrace. How he was constantly so warm amazed you, but you happily surrendered to the comfort of it.

“Thank you.” You meekly sighed into his chest, closing your eyes as his fingers tangled into your hair. They settled there, massaging that spot he somehow knew a headache would be forming in. If only your job was to follow the Head Auror around, because you would swiftly sign up for that and never release Theseus from your determined hold. “Any chance you’re looking to hire an assistant?”

His lips curved into a wide smile, a soft chuckle brushing across your forehead as he laid another kiss there. “Believe me, if it were possible I’d take you without hesitation.” Theseus brushed your hair aside, fingertips trailing down your cheek until he cupped your chin and lifted you to look at him. His gaze was gentle, still sparkling with delight at your predicament, but you knew it wasn’t meant in insult. If you dug deep enough, perhaps you’d even find the entertainment in this entire situation. “I don’t know how much time you have to deliver those, but you needn’t rush. I’ll talk to him.”

“No, you shouldn’t have to come to my rescue all the time.”

“Nonsense.” Theseus leaned down to you, kissing that sweet pout he adored. “I rather enjoy that part.” Oddly, he meant that, because there was something entertaining about the facial expressions Travers would give him every time. Stern as Theseus was, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought.

“You Aurors really love heading into danger, don’t you?”

“Mmm, Travers is the least of my worries, darling. Now,” he briefly pulled away, palms still stationed at your waist as he gazed towards the files. “I’ve kept you long enough, you should deliver those before another war breaks out.”

You followed his eyes downwards, sighing in defeat as you nodded reluctantly at the idea. “Of course.” The job wouldn’t finish itself, and considering the mess you made earlier, procrastinating this task wouldn’t be saving your skin. Unless… “Actually, maybe you can rescue me.” You smirked up at your lover, pulling the files into one hand and gently pushing them into Theseus’ chest. “To be delivered to the Auror offices, and you are pretty much that, sweetheart.” It was so lovely when things fell into place, and this could save you so much time instead of having to deliver and likely file it all away.

Theseus quickly took them from you, struggling for a second as they nearly fell in the trade off. He was taken back at first, but within seconds he recovered and reached for your wrist as you attempted to scurry away. “You can’t just ferret away and pretend your work is done, y/n.” If that was meant to be a lecture, he failed fantastically at it, because all you heard was the hint of playfulness in his tone he skillfully covered up around others. But, you? Well, you had become intimately acquainted with every detail on this man.

“What? You said you enjoyed rescuing me.” It sounded saucier than it was meant to, but such was the game when it came to Theseus. He knew exactly how to rope you into the banter of lovers.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” He tugged you closer, earning a sigh as you shrugged and pouted at him. It wouldn’t work, it never did, but he found immense joy in watching the theatrics.

“Oh, come on, it’ll make my life easier, Theseus. Travers already worships you, so just..I don’t know, do this?” Brilliantly put, you mused, but ultimately you knew he wouldn’t give in. If there ever was a more stubborn man, you almost wished you wouldn’t meet him.

“Deliver them.” With ease, he managed to shuffle them back into your arms, still cupping your wrist as if you’d spirit away at any given moment. He noticed the annoyed expression you gave him, and while he chuckled internally at it, he allowed you some motivation to finish your task. “To my office, and I’ll have someone else file them away.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Besides,” Theseus closed the distance between you, admiring the blissful expression you had on. He often wondered how you escaped his notice for so long, but he chalked that up to being busy with all the Grindelwald trouble when it first started. If he were honest, it was probably for the best, because there was no way he’d focus with you around. There was too much to take note of, from the delicate way you swayed your hips, to the addictive nature of your giggle and smile that stole his heart from the very minute he set eyes on you. You tortured him with your presence, and to see you now, standing before him and beaming at his suggestion…Merlin, he was a lucky man. “You need a break.”

“Theseus, the entire point of me shoving them in your hands was to be able to get back in time.” You gestured to him, wildly trying to prove your point and dismiss his absurd offer. Not that it mattered, he still seemed so highly amused by you and this entire folly.

“Easy, Love.” He soothed, smiling warmly as he pulled you close and spoke just loud enough for you to hear. “Travers won’t berate you if you’re busy helping the Head of the Auror offices.”

“Helping you-…?” It took no more than a hot minute, your eyes widening when the suggestiveness of his tone became obvious. You felt the heat build in your stomach, a mixture of excitement and uneasiness. It was, without a doubt, a very tempting offer, and honestly you’d be foolish to deny it. There was a risk, but what a prize to have him be one of the big wheels in this ministry. The longer you thought it over, the easier it became to acknowledge how eagerly you wanted it as well. “Ah, well,” you snuggled up to him, gripping the lapels of his blazer as you tip toed up to meet his height. “I won’t keep him waiting then.” Your lips barely brushed his, giving him a taste of what awaited him in his office. You knew it aroused him, and judging by the heated gaze he peered at you with, he was going to collect on the rest of that kiss.

“Follow me, Mr. Scamander.” It came out so sweetly seductive, making him bite back a groan that was begging to be let out. He hadn’t heard you call him that in ages, and he instantly regretted ever making you privy to the knowledge of how much that title affected him back then. Or, perhaps you were aware and you merely played the innocent those times. Always giving him that pretty smile and greeting him with an exuberant ‘Mr. Scamander’. There was no way you didn’t see him physically restrain himself from kissing you hard those mornings, inappropriate as that would have been.

“Mr. Scamander?” You called from down the hall, looking over your shoulder and gifting him with one of your radiant smiles. You saw him wake from his daydreams, a smirk now on his lips as he regained his steps and quickly caught up to you. His hand settled at your lower back, giving a polite shove as he rushed you further down the hall. His office wasn’t too far off now, but judging by his impatient pace he didn’t wish to waste anymore time.

“You’re a tease.” Theseus gingerly complained, but his tone betrayed the stern glance he had bestowed on you. For whatever it was worth, he found that side of you alluring, as most sane men would. But, there was more to it than that. An interesting switch from the woman stumbling down the corridor not so long ago. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t amuse him, but those were reflections for another time. At the moment, he was far more preoccupied with the hurried steps of your heels, each one becoming quicker the closer you both got to his door. There was evidence of your enthusiasm, plain as day before his eyes as you fussed over your dress and attempted to appear unaffected by his earlier proposal. He’d love to believe you were thinking of all the things he was planning on doing to you, that the very idea of his touch was causing you to become hot and bothered and nothing more than stripping you free of those clothes would remedy it.

“We’re here.” You said, needing to repeat it once more as your voice broke in your current state of arousal. You blushed softly at the mishap, hoping Theseus hadn’t heard that embarrassing stutter. Only he had, if that smug expression of his was anything to go by. “Not another word, Theseus.” You scolded, knowing fully well your anticipation spurred the Auror on. He was always one to delight in your pleasured torture, often watching closely as you discreetly covered up your obvious arousal when with him. You wanted to believe you were skilled at it, and perhaps in some ways you were, but he was better. Noting every fine detail of your mannerisms that he may as well write a book on them. It was laughable to think he had known all along how you felt about him, right from the very start. Theseus never admitted to that, nor would you ask him, because the thought of him noticing you visibly squirm on that first day he came sauntering from the lifts would mortify you to no ends.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, darling.” He promised, even if he was covering up his chuckle at your heated demeanor. You couldn’t possibly blame him for that, though. How was he to remain undisturbed by your lust, when you so plainly displayed it before him? He absolutely thrived on those subtle hints of yours. From the parting of your lips to release that apprehensive breath, to the pious way you tightened your thighs together. As if that action alone would ease the want you held for him. If only it were that easy, Theseus considered, because it would certainly gratify the endless hours he spent pining for you at work. He would control himself, of course, that was the professional thing to do. But, he wouldn’t deny the concentration it took to keep his more primal self in line when you happened to be nearby. “Come.”

He pressed lightly on his door, the groan of its hinges causing you both to hold your breaths as it opened up to you. Such a simple motion, yet it mirrored the deliberate way you both stood there in awe of each other. You briefly wondered if he had planned all this, that his trip down the hall wasn’t for the sake of official business but to find you instead. It wouldn’t be so far fetched, he knew you deeply enough to easily figure the rest out.

“Darling.” Theseus smiled at your dazed expression, lips only curving wider when you squeaked in response and rushed into his office when you realized he was already in it. There it was again, that refined switch within you, from the seductive woman tempting him to follow to the awkward beauty shuffling before him as he closed the door. There was no rule you had placed on intimacy at work before beginning your relationship, and after becoming engaged it all but seemed an unspoken moral code to the both of you. That wasn’t to say he didn’t sneak the occasional kiss in, or that he didn’t pull you guardedly into a hallway to ravish you. However, that was the extent of it, and while he often found himself entertaining the notion of having you here in his office, he never acted on it. Until now, of course, but he could only hold back for so long before he surrendered completely to your charms. “You look incredibly lovely today.”

Theseus locked the door behind him, removing his free hand from his pocket as he came to cup your cheeks in his palms. They instantly warmed you, the small doubt in your body floating away as his thumbs brushed the contours of your face. “You said that this morning, too.” You joked, leaning into his pleasant touch and closing your eyes when he kissed over your nose, cheeks and lips. They weren’t heated yet, the emptiness of the room becoming an escape from the rest of the ministry out there. For once, it was peaceful, and whether you were at work or not you were grateful for the time away.

“And it still holds true.” Theseus pulled away, gripping the sides of the folders and tossing them mindlessly to his desk. They were probably important, or at least a task Travers prioritized, but right now he cared very little for them. “Did you wear this dress on purpose?”

“You said it was your favorite.”

“It is.” He smiled down at you, admiring the dip of the neck line that presented just enough skin to catch his eye. He loved the way it fell over you, hugging the right areas and beckoning him to applaud the details. He was certain he made himself a promise this morning, that by end of day he’d get you out of it. Seems that opportunity came earlier for him.

“Shall I call you Mr. Scamander, then?” He was leading you further back, stalking you down and watching as your resolve began to crumble. His hands were still close, fingertips running down your shoulder and caressing your arm beneath the fine material of your dress. It made you shiver slightly, his touch already promising better things to come, but it wasn’t until your back hit his bookshelves that you felt the reality of the situation. Theseus was going to have you here, and whether you moaned or screamed out in joy, it didn’t matter. Let the ministry hear you both for Merlin’s sake, you merely desired your fiancé and you were going to fulfill that.

“Theseus-“ His lips cut you off, silencing the whine you let out mixed between the syllables of his name. Beautiful, it sounded, but he would much rather feel you against him, melting into his arms and kissing him back with just as much passion as he offered.

You cradled into him, fingers digging into his blazer and hoping by some miracle you could get closer. Even with the wood of the bookcase pressing into your lower back, you didn’t care, the discomfort was barely registered as his lips slipped against yours, tip of his tongue teasing his way in and tasting you. It made you whimper weakly, breath becoming ragged even when he paused to lift you in his arms and place you gently on his desk. You instinctively spread your legs, allowing him to slide between them as you wrapped them about his hips. “Off with this.”

You desperately fumbled with his tie, loosening the item and finally working at the buttons of his waistcoat. There was little time to engage in a full bout of love making, but you still wished to feel his body, heated and sinewy beneath your fingertips as it reacted. It was pleasant to see Theseus Scamander crumble at your caress, skin rising as you sent chills down his abdomen and straight to his manhood. You were near enough to feel it, the bulge in his pants brushing sinfully between your legs. The heated exchange earned a gasp from you, eyes dark with desire glancing up at your fiancé in obvious request for more.

“You’re going to get me fired.” Theseus laughed, sighing when you pulled him to you and rubbed teasingly against him. Your hips rocked forward, massaging his need and loving the groans he rewarded you with. There was no way he wanted this to stop, even as footsteps passed by his door multiple times, he continued to kiss you, encouraged by the blissful moans filling the office.

“Then I promise to be quiet.” Being fired should’ve been ammo enough to push him away and make yourself presentable to resume work. But, that was an impossible task now, your heart was set on this, and while his lips trailed the extent of your neck and shoulder you couldn’t help but cling to him. So enamored by his presence, strong and inviting, lured further by the soft scent of his cologne that would cling to you until end of day. It would be something to reminisce on later, while you filed away numerous cases and thought only of his lips, now catering to your sternum, sneaking their way across the split of your neck line and to the curve of your breast that teased through. It caused your head to fall back, eyes half lidded as you succumbed to his affections, each one more assertive than the last.

“Ah, Theseus…” You hotly whispered, fingers clumsily reaching for his shirt as you attempted to unbutton it. You weren’t able to get very far in your state, your body and mind were unfortunately not in sync anymore as each begged for something different. “Oh, my love.” Your teeth sank down onto your bottom lip, fighting back the loud moan that caught in your throat. If only this was your bedroom, no secrets would be kept there, only pleas for more that need not be silenced.

Theseus hummed contentedly at your exclamations, each one more fevered than the last. They motivated him, pushed him to continue his journey on your body and slip the opening of your dress aside. It revealed your soft breast, nipple perked up and vying for his attention. He longed to take his time with you, but the ticking of the clock on his desk reminded him of your surroundings. Now was not the time, but he was undoubtedly going to make the most of it. “Turn around, love.” He kissed the shell of your ear, grinning as you hurriedly scooted off the desk and flipped around. You were already leaning forward, hips stationed firmly against the edge of his desk as you turned your head to glance at him.

Theseus was towering over you, now admiring the view of you bent shamelessly there, backside propped up as you eagerly awaited him. He extended his hand, fingers dancing up your back and stopping just at your shoulder. With an easy grip, he held you there, free hand tickling up the side of your leg as he bunched up your dress. The stroke of his fingers along your thigh was inviting, creating that familiar heat building in your lower abdomen. It made you squirm beneath him, inner thighs trembling as you felt his hand sneak across and settle between your legs.

“Shh.” He hushed, chuckling when you let out an annoyed whimper. Though he had his moments of wanting to tease you, he was not keen on that notion right now. He simply wanted, perhaps needed, you more than ever. “It won’t be like those other times, I won’t make you wait.” He kissed the nape of your neck, lingering there as his fingers snuck around your panties, pulling them to the side and ghosting over your clit. The sensation made you sigh, back arching at the pleasure the light sweep of his touch brought. Somewhere in the back of your mind you heard him working on his pants, unbuttoning the confines of the material. But, with his fingers pleasing you down there, slipping playfully between your lower lips and testing how wet he already made you…you could barely recall anything else.

“Theseus.” You called out to him, knowing the stimulation of your voice would urge him on. “Please…”

He listened. With a swift movement he lifted the rest of your dress up, giving him the room he needed to whisk his fingers away and slowly pull your undergarments off. You were perfectly bare from the waist down to him, backside up and ready for him to take you. He could witness your sex on display, the smooth folds slightly glistened by your own cum. It caused a moan to slip by his lips, eyes fixated on the enticing sight. “Merlin…” he cursed, licking over his lips and trying to focus on other forms of pleasure that didn’t involve him kneeling down and tasting you for himself.

“Distracted, are we?” You teased, giggling when he clicked his tongue at you and resumed his earlier plans.

“Always.” Theseus’ hands cupped each side of your hips, thumbs fondly stroking your skin as he positioned himself behind you. He took a moment to take in the view, noting the darkness in your eyes that begged him to hurry up. He could’ve smiled at that, but he was too eager to answer your request to play on. With one hand he held his length, breath becoming labored as he felt the heat from your sex. Your folds opened up to him, the head of his cock easily nudging at your entrance as he thrust into you.

Your walls tightened around him, fingers curling over the desk as you whimpered into its surface. You could see the heat of your breath fog the smooth wood of it, his hand being the only thing that wiped it away as it fell to the desk, bracing himself as the warmth of your body engulfed him. Theseus paused there, groaning loudly as you pushed back into him, urging him to make love to you.

“Fuck.”

That was a first for you, ever hearing him utter that word in the midst of sex. There was something simultaneously wonderful and humorous about it. Knowing your subtle movement had caused him to growl and bite back a dozen curses, whether at you or the situation, you didn’t know. But, how lovely it was regardless.

He sneered down at you, shaking his head as he chuckled at your impatience. “You’re bad.” He berated, fingers coming to lace with yours that were pressed firmly into the desk. You returned his devilish grin, still rocking your hips back and creating a pace that seemed to please him. “Bloody bad…” Theseus moaned out your name, leaning over as he finally worked up the rhythm to meet your hips, cock slipping in and out leisurely. The feeling was divine, each stroke of his length causing your walls to tighten and spasm around him. It took everything not to cry out, so you dug deeper into the wood. Nails scratching the surface and inevitably leaving marks he’d be appreciating later. The cause of them would only be privy to him, and there was a form of excitement in that.

“Ahh.” You could hear him growing close, his fingertips digging almost painfully into the curve of your hip, as he thrust hard into you. The motion made you slide a bit, a laugh erupting from the both of you as took better care this time. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you up and holding you comfortably against his chest. The angle made him thrust deeper, the head of his cock brushing that delicate spot in you that always provoked a squeal of bliss. This time was no different, and while you made to cry out, he stopped you, hand coming up to cover your mouth and contain the moan he was the cause of. He wished so much to hear it, knowing a strangled version of his name would soon follow as it always did.

That delight, however, would have to be for another time. “Oh, darling…!” He released your mouth, his forehead coming to rest against your upper back as he kept up his pace. He was gritting his teeth by now, eyes clenched shut as endless waves of ecstasy rushed him. Theseus wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep this up, but he took in whatever pleasure was afforded him. With his arm still around you, propping you up, he trailed his hand down your chest, palm cupping the breast he had slipped from your dress earlier. The warmth was satisfying to feel against his hand, his thumb and index finger gently pinching at your nipple that sent a jolt of pleasure down your body. You arched pathetically into him, body now prisoner to every administration he blessed you with.

“I’m, oh gods…” You happily gasped beneath him, lips parted in a smile as you breathlessly spoke. “I’m close, Theseus! I can’t-“ your walls pulsed around him, a moan caught in your throat as that last wave of pleasure burst within you. Every muscle in your body tensed, the heat inside you growing stronger as you caved to the sensations and relaxed in his hold. “Ahh!” Your breath was forced, each pant mixed with a soft moan of delight as he finally joined you in the end.

His hands were clutching you recklessly, last thrust forward filling you with a slight warmth. It made you both sigh in contentment, bodies falling into each other as he reclined you onto his desk. Theseus stayed put for a second, basking in the aftermath of your love making. You wish you could’ve snuggled into his side, merely enjoying his presence as you both came down from that high. Unfortunately, you knew time wouldn’t allow for that, and while you were saddened by his departure from you, there was always tonight. When you were home and no one, not even bloody Travers, could police you.

“Here.” Theseus sat on his desk, fixing himself up and extending a quick hand to you for aid. “Let me help you.” You took his offer, reaching out and taking his hand as you turned back around and stretched. The motion was sweet on your muscles, each one coming back to life and now filled with a renewed sense of energy.

“And now back to the bane of my existence.” You pulled your panties back up, smoothing out your dress and looking to Theseus for approval. He nodded mindfully at you, giving a comforting smile as he pulled you back into his arms for a quick farewell kiss.

“You’ll survive, y/n.”

“I know.” You admitted, brushing one of his curls that fell into his forehead back into place. “Well, then…back to work, Mr. Scamander.”

***

Prompts : 18. “You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!” 23. 23. “Stop looking at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you’ve seen me naked!” Requested by anon.

A/N : yes my first Theseus Scamander fic!! I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a crush on him 😍 also, merder anyone!?

The sun peaked through the blinds from the window, waking you up from your slumber.

Instantly, your head began to pound as you fluttered your eyes open. The sudden pain forced you to let out a groan.

Suddenly, something moved next to you, catching your attention.

In that moment, your breath hitched to the back of your throat as your eyes fell over the naked body. And with that, the memory of last night flooded your mind, and regret washed over you.

“Mm what time is it?” He asked.

You looked at your clock by the bed and with that, you shot up, with the sheet wrapped around your body.

“Shit! I’m gonna be late.” You exclaimed. “Look—“

“Theseus.” He said with a soft smirk.

“Theseus, right. Look, I am so sorry but I need you to leave.”

He propped up to his feet, reaching for his clothes that were sprawled around the floor.

“So soon? But we haven’t had coffee yet.” He said with a cheeky grin.

This wasn’t your proudest moment, but you had to admit, he was pretty cute.

Shaking your head, you snapped out of your daze. “I’m serious, I’m going to be late. Which isn’t a good thing on your first day of work so…”

He slipped into his shirt and began buttoning it up. His eyes never leaving you. “Well how about after?”

Letting out a sigh, holding the sheet closer to your body. “We don’t have to make this into a thing.” You said. “It can just be a one time thing. Seriously.”

“But-“

“I’m going to get ready and you need to leave. Okay? So goodbye—Th—“ you struggled to remember his name.

“Theseus.” He chuckled.

“Right, goodbye Theseus.” You muttered.

He slowly made his way over to you, and though he didn’t want to leave, he knew it was time to go. But there was something about you that made him want more.

His lips slowly curved at the edges. “Goodbye, Y/N.” His voice was soft.

And with that, he made his way out. Leaving you alone.

—

Hours later and you were at work, trying to catch up with the others.

It was everything you dreamed of and more.

“Alright, before we begin, the head Auror has a few words for you all.”

You and everyone turned their heads to the door and the second he appeared, your heart stopped.

It was him. The man you had woken up to this morning. And in that moment you swore you forgot how to breathe.

He made his way inside, and glanced around the room. Until his eyes fell on yours, he had to do a double take.

Your body was tense, as you sat there, screaming internally.

Theseus couldn’t help but slightly smile to himself as he kept his composure and continued to focus on his work.

As much as you tried to focus on what he was saying, you couldn’t. You felt out of place.

The second he finished, everyone went off to their desk, but Theseus came from behind and gently grabbed your arm.

“Hey, can I talk to you?” He asked, pulling you off to the side.

He waited until everyone was out of sight when he finally turned his attention back to you.

“Hello, Mr. Scamander.” You said, glancing around the room.

“This morning, it was Theseus. Now it’s Mr. Scamander?”

You shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest. Feeling extremely uncomfortable. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You cleared your throat.

“So What was last night then?” His eye brows furrowed, as he flashed a smirk, trying to hide his amusement.

You held his gaze, feeling heat begin to radiate all around you.

Just standing there, you were flustered. Part of you wanted to hide away and the other wanted to jump on him right there.

So many different emotions flooded through you at once.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You muttered.

“Like what?”

You glanced around before leaning in closer. “Like you’ve seen me naked.”

He let out a soft chuckle. “But I did. Last night, remember?”

“Look, last night never happened okay? I’m not that same girl and you are not the stranger in the bar. This cannot exist.”

He slowly nodded, his lips curving at the edges. “You took advantage of me and now you want to forget it.”

Letting out a soft chuckle, you shook your head. “I did not.”

“I was drunk, vulnerable and very good looking. So you took advantage.”

“First off, I was the one that was drunk, and you are not that good looking.”

Theseus shrugged, leaning against the wall with his gaze holding yours. “Maybe not now, but Last night I was.”

“This never happened, okay? You are my boss. And that’s it.” You said. “I should go.”

As you turned around, ready to make your way to your desk, Theseus watched you with a smile on his lips.

“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what?” He exclaimed. “It did!”

You never looked back, but as you continued on your way, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

Request: Could you please do a Theseus x Reader, where the reader is a shy new Auror but is very clumsy (like Tonks for example) and Theseus (who isn’t engaged to Leta) can’t help but find her cute and fall for her and defend her when Travers yells at her for breaking something?

Pairing: Theseus Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1,743

Warning(s): Clumsy, awkward reader. Fluff!

Author’s Note: Thank you for the lovely request @anolddayslover! I’m literally such an awkward klutz, LOL. It was easy to get into character. :) Also, I didn’t add the Travers part because it just didn’t flow with how to story ended up, but I hope you like it still! xx

pairing: aether/fem!reader

genre: smut

wordcount: 1.4 k

warnings: dubcon, somnophilia (touching/having sex when someone sleeps) 

summary: Huddling together for warmth while sleeping was nothing uncommon whilst being an adventurer but sometimes it could be hard to behave. 

! all characters aged up to be 21 !

The wind blew cold and the scent of sweet flowers filled the air. Aether rolled over to his back and gazed at the stars. It was a cold night, and since Paimon wasn’t that keen on the cold and was the one most affected, both you and Aether were sleeping outside and inched closer to each other for warmth. 

But Aether couldn’t sleep. He continuously stirred, not knowing which position would make him feel comfortable enough for sleep. You on the other hand was sleeping peacefully, a snore leaving your lips every so often. In his peripheral vision he could see your chest raising up and down with each breath you took. His Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, he visibly swallowed. Your breasts peaked from your shirt, the mounds almost spilled out of its confinements. It looked so soft, so inviting. 

Aether swallowed a second time. The more he drank in the sight of your sleeping figure the more his cock started to stiffen. Biting his bottom lip, he turned towards you and as he turned the shaft of his cock brushed against your stomach. He let out a whispered hiss at the touch and not being able to stop himself, he slightly pressed his hips against you, relishing in the contact despite being so little. 

“‘Tavvy!' Julian said, 'Don't run with lollipops in your mouth. You could choke.'Tavvy removed the lollipop and stared at it the way someone might stare at a loaded gun. 'And die?'”

“I don’t know,” Mark said, looking down at his own long pale fingers tangled in the little boy’s brown curls. “He just – Julian left, and Tavvy fell asleep on my lap.”

“One pancake at a time, Tavvy,” Helen was saying. “Yes, I know you can get three in your mouth, but that doesn’t mean you should.”

“Dru knew they felt that the group was walking towards certain death. Some called out that they should leave Tavvy behind, but he only pressed closer to his brothers and sisters, shaking his head.”

“Tavvy reached up his arms. ‘Jules,’ he said his small voice clear and ringing. ‘Carry me. I’m tired. I want to go home.’”