#rndg

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Big fan of Scott, Gem, Pearl, Cleo, and like any good girl playing with barbies I love mushing their faces together to make them kiss.

I write lots of Scott rape because I like making my favourite characters fuck, if you aren't into that then this isn't the place for you.

Other things I like r Scott x everyone (or everything #mobfucking) gempearl, moonrot, divorce quartet particularly in double life, scottho, gempulse/polygiggs

I love asks I love bouncing ideas off each other I love seeing people adapt my ideas, please please please make things with me

More under cut

Doc would definitely love to show off, once he knows Martyn is on the phone it’s his goal to make Ren a moaning mess to ‘prove’ that he’s better than Martyn at pleasing Ren

that's not what he meant.

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“Martyn,” Ren hummed as his hand bustled around the basement of Dogwarts.

“I just think we can outsmart them, right? Easily. We just have to put our nose to the grindstones—”

“Martyn,” Ren had been hearing similar sentiments from Martyn for a few days now and, while the dedication was admirable, it was beginning to get a little worrisome. Martyn still didn’t seem to hear.

“Because what do they have on their side, really? Not numbers, unless they all band together, which— psh, have you seen them?— but that doesn’t mean we don’t have to strategize…”

Ren had stood now, just off to the side of the path Martyn was pacing.

“Strategy’s very important. It’s key, really. So we focus on strategy, among us and the army, and what—?”

Martyn’s effort to walk a groove into the floor was halted by Ren’s hand on his arm. He blinked up at him.

“Martyn,” he said a final time. This time Martyn heard.

“Y… Yeah?” Martyn smiled that dumb, nervous smile of his and… ugh. How could Ren resist? His hand slid up from Martyn’s elbow to his soft bicep. The latter’s gaze latched on to the contact.

“You’ve been awfully wound up lately,” Ren noted. Martyn blinked, focus regained, and gave a slightly baffled chuckle.

“Well… yeah, ‘course I have!” he raised an eyebrow, saying sarcastically “Not like we’re at war or anything.”

“You need to take a break.”

“What?” Martyn scoffed at the very idea. “My liege, be serious. There are far more pressing matters at hand than me.”

Ren made a face at that.

“I can’t name many things I value more than you.”

Ren’s gaze, visible as he peered over low shades, had Martyn seemingly locked in place. His hand struggled to say anything for a moment.

“But surely one of those things is Dogwarts.”

“Yes,” Ren admitted, “But it’s not Dogwarts without you. And a strategist’s efforts are wasted if he’s not rested well enough.”

Martyn looked aside.

“Okay,” he huffed, “So, fine, what’s this? You’re making me take a nap?”

Ren grinned. A grin which he knew showed off his sharp teeth. Martyn seemed well aware of this too.

“Not quite,” said Ren.

“Then what—...?” Martyn cut himself off as Ren started backing him up, closer and closer until Martyn stumbled and tripped into their shared bed. He blinked as Ren situated himself on top of him. For once, he was taken aback. Ren's grin remained.