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Your best friend Alicent invites you to her 24th birthday party. Despite being friends with her for so long, you finally meet her older brother Gwayne at one of the hottest parties of the year.
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Themes: fluffy, content warning of alcohol and cigars/cigarettes, the SMALLEST drop of spiciness
The invitation came two weeks ago, a luxurious cream-colored card with a gold-embossed crest. It was unmistakably Alicent Hightowerâs style: elegant, formal, and a touch extravagant. Alicent always had a flair for the dramatics.
Alicent was your best friend since your university days. You'd lived together in student halls first year and stuck by each other ever since, suffering through hangovers and linguistics classes together. Godsdamn Valyrian was hard to learn.
When she mentioned that her 24th birthday party would be *the* event of the year, you expected nothing less than a grand affair. She was planning a celebration at her familyâs mansion, complete with a guest list full of the coolest whoâs who in Westeros and enough booze to get everyone thoroughly inebriated.
You decided to dress the part, slipping into a sleek black dress that hugged your curves just right. You paired it with silver heels and a clutch that matched. Your hair was done in the way Rhaenyra said was very fetching, and you had those diamond earrings Mysaria gave you for Christmas last year on. After checking yourself in the mirror one last time, you headed to the Hightower mansion, excitement tingling in your veins.
As you approached the grand entrance, you were greeted by the soft glow of string lights that draped over the sprawling garden and the subtle hum of music seeping from the house. The scene was already buzzing with energy; laughter and conversation mingled with the scent of barbecue (wagyu meat, of course) and the faint aroma of expensive cigars.
Alicent spotted you the moment you walked through the door. She looked stunning in an emerald green dress that made her eyes pop like bright jewels against her porcelain skin. Her auburn hair was styled in loose waves, framing her face perfectly.
âY/N!â she exclaimed, weaving through the crowd to wrap you in a tight hug. âYou made it!â
âOf course I did,â you laughed, hugging her back. âI wouldnât miss your party for anything.â
Alicent pulled back, her eyes twinkling with excitement. âCome on, let me introduce you to everyone.â
The mansion was a sprawling labyrinth of luxury. Guests gathered in the expansive living room, on the patio, and around the pool in the backyard. As Alicent guided you through the throng, you recognized several faces from university and others from various social gatherings. Laena waved at you as she chatted to and shared a cig with Criston, who gave you a big smile and a wink as he sipped a fruity-looking cocktail.
The Targaryens were there in forceâRhaenyra, with her striking platinum hair, was animatedly chatting with her husband, Laenor Velaryon. Alicent had informed you of their 'arrangement' that suited them and their law firm just fine. In fact, you were pretty sure Nyra and Alicent had dallied around in the past (and present) together. Daemon Targaryen, the notorious bad boy, was lounging by the pool, an amused smirk playing on his lips as he puffed a Cubana cigar. However, there was only one man who Alicent wanted you to talk to that night.
âY/N, meet my brother Gwayne,â Alicent said, pulling you towards a tall, striking man with broad shoulders and an easy smile. He had the same auburn hair as Alicent, though his was cut shorter and a bit unruly. His hazel eyes were warm and inviting, carrying a hint of mischief that was instantly captivating. He wore a crisp white shirt and grey slacks, the undone collar buttons making your heart race a little. You spy a chain with a ring around his neck and a swanky wristwatch.
âHey,â Gwayne greeted, offering his hand. His voice was smooth, with a playful lilt that sent a shiver down your spine. âAlicentâs told me a lot about you.â
You shook his hand, trying to ignore the tingling sensation his touch left on your skin. âAll good things, I hope.â
âAll good, I promise,â he replied, his smile widening.
Alicent grinned knowingly. âI can't believe you haven't met before! Iâll leave you two to chat,â she said with a wink before disappearing into the crowd, clearly intent on matchmaking.
âSo, how are you enjoying the party?â Gwayne asked, leaning against the bar with an effortless charm.
âItâs amazing,â you admitted, glancing around at the lively atmosphere. âAlicent really knows how to throw a party.â You remember the simple days of pre-drinks at the flat, trying to down as much cheap wine as possible before hitting your favoured club, the Dragon Pit.
âShe does,â Gwayne agreed, nodding towards the expansive patio. âHave you tried the drinks yet? Weâve got a special cocktail menu for the occasion.â
You shook your head, and he offered you his arm. âCome on, letâs get you something.â
You followed him to the bar, where he ordered two drinks, an Iron Islands ice tea and a Stormlands sangria, explaining the mix of flavours and how they were inspired by the Seven Kingdoms. It was evident he knew his way around a party just as much as his sister did. As you sipped on the concoctionâa mix of sweet, tangy, and a hint of spiceâyou found yourself relaxing, drawn in by Gwayneâs easy conversation and the comfortable vibe he exuded.
He asked about your work and your interests and seemed genuinely interested in your answers. As the night wore on, the initial nervousness you felt in his presence melted away, replaced by a growing sense of comfort and attraction.
You noticed the way Gwayneâs eyes lingered on you, the subtle brush of his hand against yours as you stood close, and the warmth of his gaze when you laughed at his jokes. The chemistry between you was undeniable, an electric current that thrummed beneath the surface of every exchanged glance and shared smile. The way you easily laughed and joked after a couple of shared kamikaze shots with only the finest of Vale vodka made your heart soar.
âCome on!âRhaenyraâs voice cut through the crowd, pulling your attention to the pool area, where the jacuzzi was bubbling invitingly. She beckoned the large group you were stood with over, waving her hand dramatically. âTime for some real fun!â she wiggled her eyebrows at you, and you snorted loudly.
Gwayne arched an eyebrow at you, a playful glint in his eyes. âWhat do you say? Fancy a dip?â
The idea of the jacuzzi sounded appealing, and the thought of being closer to Gwayne was even more tempting. âWhy not?â You agreed, feeling a thrill of excitement.
Alicent had thought of everything, including a changing area near the pool with an array of swimwear for guests to choose from. After picking out a green metallic bikini, you changed quickly and stepped out into the warm night air.
Gwayne was already waiting, having swapped his party clothes for swim trunks. His toned physique was impossible to ignore, and as you approached, he flashed you a grin that made your heart race. You melted at the sight of his muscled arms. If you swooned publicly over your bestie's brother, Gods knows you'd never hear the end of it.
The jacuzzi was an oasis of warmth, and as you sank into the bubbling water beside Gwayne, you felt the party energy really start to flow. You were surrounded by laughter and chatter, the air thick with the smell of camaraderie that was both intoxicating and freeing. Or maybe that was the smell of Daemon offering you a cigarette.
As the conversation flowed, Gwayne moved closer, his knee brushing against yours beneath the water. âSo, what do you think?â he asked, his voice low enough that only you could hear.
"About the jacuzzi or the company?" you teased, meeting his gaze.
âBoth.â
You laughed softly, feeling bold and buoyed by the eveningâs energy and copious booze. âThe jacuzzi is great, but the company is definitely the highlight.â
His eyes darkened slightly, a pleased smile playing on his lips. âIâm glad to hear that.â Godsdammit, he was hot when he was smug.
For a moment, you forgot about the rest of the party, lost in the connection you felt with Gwayne. The world around you seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you in your own little bubble.
Alicent appeared at the edge of the jacuzzi, a conspiratorial smile on her lips. âAre you two enjoying yourselves?â she asked, a knowing look in her eyes.
Gwayne shot her an exasperated look, rolling his eyes. âYes, Alicent, weâre enjoying ourselves.â You giggled at his sass, and he laughed easily.
She laughed, too, glancing between you two. âGood. I'm just making sure.â With a wink, she left, leaving you and Gwayne in your bubbly little corner.
âYour sister seems intent on playing matchmaker,â you observed, leaning back against the side of the jacuzzi.
Gwayne shrugged, his gaze steady on yours. âShe means well. But Iâm not complaining.â
The admission sent a pleasant flutter through your chest. The more time you spent with him, the more you realized how much you enjoyed his presenceâthe way he made you laugh, the way he listened, and the way he made you feel as if you were the only person that mattered.
As the night deepened, the partyâs energy shifted to a more relaxed, intimate vibe. The music softened, and the crowd thinned, leaving a more personal vibe.
Gwayne shifted closer, his expression serious but gentle. âIâve really enjoyed talking with you tonight, Y/N.â
You met his gaze, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the jacuzzi. âIâve enjoyed it too, Gwayne.â
He hesitated for a moment, as if weighing his words carefully. âWould you be interested in going out sometime? Just the two of us?â
The question sent a thrill of anticipation through you, and you nodded, unable to suppress a smile. âIâd like that very much.â
His answering smile was a bright, genuine thing that made your heart skip a beat. âGreat. Itâs a date, then.
As the stars twinkled above and the sounds of the party faded into the background, Gwayne leaned in, his gaze locked onto yours. The world seemed to hold its breath as he closed the distance between you, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tentative kiss.
The kiss was everything you hoped it would beâgentle yet filled with a promise of more to come. When he pulled back, his eyes searched yours for any hesitation, but all he found was an echo of his own eagerness. He leaned in again and kissed you, more fervent this time, and you whimpered lightly as his teeth grazed your bottom lip.
âIâll call you,â he promised, his voice a low murmur that sent a pleasant shiver down your spine.
You nodded, your mind a whirlwind of possibilities. âIâll be waiting.â
As the night wound down and you lingered in the warmth of the jacuzzi, you couldnât help but feel a sense of contentment and excitement for what lay ahead. Alicentâs party had indeed been one to remember, and she would be bragging for the rest of time about how it was her that set up the cutest couple in Westeros.
AN: look the whole cast basically smokes, might as well be true to canon material lol. anyways i luv gwayne and i luv modern aus so expect lots more like this. as always send in requests plz i luv writing for people!
3.2k / nsfw. kara zor-el x fem, kryptonian!reader. kara gets you to do âredâ (red-kryptonite), not realizing itâs something of an aphrodisiac for you. cws: straight nsfw, strap usage, mild ass slapping, mild hair pulling, squirting. bratty sub/bottom kara + dom/top reader. strap occasionally referred to as cock/dick. + masterlist.
âŚââ "HAVE YOU EVER done red before?â kara asks. the club music is so loud that you can barely hear her voice, even though sheâs standing right beside you, her hands wrapped loosely around your waist. a hiccup leaves your lips, undoubtedly due to the out-of-this-world alien alcohol youâve been drinking all night. itâs your first time off earth, your first time in an extraterrestrial club, and as you shake your head no and watch your girlfriend start to dig deep into her pockets, you quickly realize itâll be your first time doing âredââ whatever the hell that is.
in her hands, itâs glittery, powdery, and, unsurprisingly, red. catching your skeptical gaze, she explains, âitâs like⌠cocaine? but not as crazy, i promise. itâs for people like us.â her eyebrows waggle to suggest something, but you donât quite catch the implication.
tilting your head, you pinch some of the substance from her palm. you let the powder sprinkle down into your other hand, and it feels less like powder and more like a collection of fine, small rocks. âlike us?â you question.
âkryptonians,â she replies, nodding, âitâs just a little bit. it wonât hurt. promise. it was really popular at home, you know? think of it as tradition, okay? or, think of it as fun with your girlfriend.â
how true that is, it being popular at home, is up for debate.
whether or not you could call krypton home? also up for debate.
âmy girlfriend, who, of course, never tempts me into doing wrong,â you chuckle, your tone sarcastic, âmy girlfriend whoâs never gotten me in trouble, that girlfriend.â
the blonde laughs before pressing against you, letting her eyes wander along the entirety of your face. her gaze feels thick and heavy, almost like a real pressure against your skin. you catch yourself biting your lip just as she smirks, âwhat? youâve got another girlfriend?â her free hand pinches your side, causing you to lean away, giggling.
âof course not,â you coo, batting your eyes, âwouldnât dream of it.â
she rolls her eyes, not out of disbelief but out of playfulness. then, she orders, âsnort it.â kara doesnât wait a single second before sniffing along her own palm, inhaling every last bit before letting out a soft sigh, beaming. how the texture of the powder doesnât irritate her nose is beyond your comprehension. âcâmon, câmon,â she starts, nudging you until you give in.
âalright, alright.â you wave her off, then carefully inhale the red powder up your nose. it doesnât hit immediately, though your nose tingles from the sudden, new sensation. it doesnât hurt like you thought it might, it doesnât even irritate the insides of your nose; it just tingles, causing you to pinch your nose once or twice to try and get rid of the feeling. âthat didnât do anything,â you mutter, âmaybe it did for you. youâre grinning like a lunatic.â
âiâm grinning because my girlfriend listens to and trusts me.â a bullshit retort, but you donât have time to give your own quip before she leans in to kiss your forehead. her lips curl into a smile as they meet your skin, all warm and familiar. âitâll catch up to you later. letâs just dance for now. câmon, letâs dance.â taking hold of your hand, kara drags you closer to the DJ and the dancefloor. loud, energetic, nearly psychedelic beats become all you can hear. every part of you feels loose and fluid as you move, though itâs hard to tell if itâs the alcohol or the âredâ you had a bump of. the world seems to shrink down to just you and your girlfriend, and for a while, you feel completely at peace.
âŚââ THEN, YOU WAKE up. as you leave slumber, youâre greeted by a mild ache in your lower stomach and zero memory of how you managed to get back to your apartment on earth. usually, youâre the one that gets you and kara home. speaking of kara⌠glancing to your right, you manage to see the blonde clinging to your body, her face pressed against your breasts. typical. with the slow throbbing at the bottom of your stomach growing more and more intense, you decide to try and get out of bed to grab some water. the moment you move, however, is the moment the feeling shifts, no longer an ache but a pulse. a want, no, a need.
need. itâs all too clear, now. that sudden, warm sensation all over your body. the kind that urges you to suck in a deep breath, to try and relax. your legs close themselves, pressing together. âfuck,â you mumble. itâs way too early in the morning to be feeling this bothered. horny isnât the word you think of at first at first, but when you glance over at your girlfriend again, that quickly changesâ closed, calm eyes, her lips subtly smiling in her sleep⌠forcing your gaze away from her suddenly becomes one of the hardest challenges youâve ever faced. trying to dismiss the sudden onslaught of perverse thoughts that come after proves to be even more difficult.
youâve never been a morning sex person before, but this morningâs different. youâre different. youâre⌠âkara,â you murmur, quiet at first before raising your volume some, âkara, wake up.â you gently rock her, then pull yourself up into a sitting position which causes her to slide into your lap. âkara,â you try again. this time, youâre rewarded with the sound of her groaning.
her hand slaps around haphazardly, searching for an alarm to turn off. when she accidentally hits your legs and feels skin, she opts to wake herself up. âgâmorning,â she starts in a sleepy drawl, blinking up at you. youâre almost ashamed of how hot you find her dazed eyes. âwhatâs up?â
you shrug lightly, ânothing, really. iâm just wondering⌠you know, about last nightââ
a shit-eating smirk immediately graces her lips and you feel a pit open in your stomach, unrelated to the other presence there. âlast night? you were a machine last night,â kara chuckles, poking at your chest, âyou were insane. it was just round after round, baby. i love that about you.â
âwhat?â
âyou donât remember? youâre lucky weâre both kryptonian, you probably wouldâve fucked me to death otherwise. it was like⌠maybe two hours after we had that red kryptonite. you got all antsy, then nervous, asking me to go home. we got here, but you changed again. and thenâŚâ she pulls aside the sheets, gesturing to her legs; sheâs not wearing any underwear and bite marks still linger along her thighs leading up to her pelvis. âyou were a very hungry girl,â she whispers teasingly, causing you to scoff.
instinctively, your arms cross in defense. it would only boost her ego to admit youâre still in the mood, and yet you crave kara, now. your mind wanders, imagining her on her back, bouncing off of you, clawing at your skin, and groaning, cursing, and gasping. your own cunt throbbed at the imagery alone, saliva pooling in your mouth before you swallow. âiâm still hungry,â you let slip under your breath, uncrossing your arms and sliding yourself out of bed.
âstill hungry?â your girlfriend repeats, lifting her head in time to watch you dig inside your closet and pull out a sizable strap. pink and thick with ridges: karaâs favorite. the sight alone has her heart fluttering, excitement manifesting first as a smile on her lips and then as wetness between her thighs. âi guess i donât have much else to do today outside of satiating your appetite,â she finally replies, laying back against the pillows and kicking aside the sheets. a halo of blonde hair splays out around her head while she watches you prepare. âi didnât think red kryptonite would be a sex-pill for you,â she chuckles.
âwell, now youâll learn your lesson,â you mutter, adjusting the strap along your waist before striding over to the bed, âeveryone has different responses to different things.â you pause as you approach her, deciding abruptly, âi want you on your knees, actually.â
âsurprising from you,â she remarks, âi thought you loved to see my face.â
immediately, you reassure her, âi do. i just want something⌠a little different, this time. itâll just be one round, i swear, i just need to burn this off.â
âyeah, yeah.â kara shifts, flipping onto her back and then getting onto her hands and knees. she glances over her shoulder to find you already holding your strap up to her entrance, wasting no time at all. the mushroom head brushes along her outer folds playfully before you push them aside with two fingers. a shiver runs through her body in anticipation as you tease her cunt with a few passes. after a few moments, however, you give in to your own cravings, gripping her hips with one hand as you urge your cock carefully into her pussy. itâs torture, going so slow. still, youâd hate to tear your girlfriend in two, so you let her natural lubrication and her own want for your strap dictate the pace at which you push in (the pace theyâve set, unfortunately for you, is slow).
when you finally bottom out, you relax your grip on karaâs hips, rocking back and then easing the thick, pink strap back inside. her head drops, eyes probably already closed and fuck, if it isnât incredibly sexy how she sucks in her breath⌠âyou good, baby?â
âanother day in paradise,â she breathes out, nodding faintly. âgo on. i can take it.â
âtell me when to stop.â you start to pull out and push in, starting off at a very careful pace before picking up speed to something more casual. it was nowhere near as intense as you originally craved, but your concern for kara always managed to triumph everything else, including your libido. if anything, exhibiting your care for her only made the moment more intimate. something about the self-restraint⌠maybe youâre stroking your own ego, though.
when your girlfriend doesnât give you any sign or word to stop, you slip almost all of the way out and then slide back in, burying yourself to the hilt just to hear her gasp and accuse you of playing dirty. âcanât be playing dirty if itâs my game,â you shoot back, accentuating your words with a good thrust.
âoh, there it is,â she chuckles, âthereâs the beast from last night.â her hands start to grip the bedding, curling in on themselves as she tries her best to keep her breathing even.
in a mutter, you reply, âi could have you pinned to the floor and youâd still be teasing.â
and then, kara says this: âoh please, you like shutting me up.â
and that? that, to you, sounds a lot like permission. and who are you to pass up on such an offer?
grabbing hold of her hips, you begin to speed up your pace, grunting with every other thrust. the bed rocks beneath you both as you move not only your own body, but karaâs by pulling her back, forcing her to take the entirety of your strap each time you push back in. as her own grunts turn into groans, you snake one hand along her back and reach for her hair, gently tugging on it to keep her head lifted up. âi thought you could take it, kara?â you purr from behind, âwhat gives? keep your head up, i wanna hear everything clearly.â
the blonde moans, feeling her insides stretch and squeeze mercilessly around your cock. that blissful sensation of her pussy being stuffed full is enough to have her eyes closing and her head drooping despite her best efforts at remaining put together. with every drop of her head comes a chastising tug of her hair, the tingling pain mixing in with the tingling pleasure spreading throughout her body. âfuck,â she grits out, âso good, baby, youâre so good.â a string of kryptonian words follow in another moan, her voice growing shaky. the ridges catch along her walls on the way in and out, her own tightness making things worse for her.
still, you donât let up. you keep going, fucking your strap into her and admiring how she soundsâ desperate, breathless, but not yet brokenâ and how she looksâ covered in a light sweat, toes curled, and knuckles white from gripping the sheets so tightly. on her palms are probably little crescent marks from her nails. the thought alone makes you smirk. âyou can take it,â you reassure her. the wet, squelching noise of your thrusts inside was soft at first, but grow louder with every passing second, a sign that sheâs soaked. maybe you were wrong and kara couldnât take it. but, judging from the sounds from her cunt and her mouth, she really wants to, and youâve never been one to deny her.
the hand not gripping her hair slides from her hip to her ass, palming it over leisurely before giving one of her cheeks a light smack. the medium-sized mound jiggles some before going relatively still. kara gasps, then groans as your strap manages to slip in and brush that special spot inside of her. it isnât long before you focus in on that area, aiming as best as you can at it. meanwhile, you continue feeling her ass over, the warm, soft roundness of her behind almost worsening your roughness (cuteness aggression, maybe? ass aggression would be more accurate). watching it blossom into a pinkish hue all around only excited you into slapping it once more. kara can take it, surely. one more slap. two more. fuck it, why not three?
yes, the ass-slapping, the hair pulling, the thrusting deep and hard and fast; she wanted it, she taunted you into this. âi think i shut you up nicely, wouldnât you agree?â
in reply, all you get is a whimper, and hitch of her breath. with every push in, the strap jostles along your hips. you donât need the stimulation though to grow wet. just the sight of your girlfriend bouncing wordlessly on your dick was enough to make you feel close.
with a soft chuckle, you let go of her hair, letting her head fall forward as you continue stuffing her full. pearly, off-white beads slowly start to dribble out of her hole and smear along your pink strap, coating it in natural lubrication that squelches as you move in and out of her. sweat covers both of your bodies in a thin layer, the warmth in the room and making both of you breathe heavy like dogs. âpretty little pussy takes my cock so well,â you praise her breathlessly, watching her ass bounce against your waist as you two make contact, âtakes it like a champ. such a good girl, keeping quiet and taking every inch.â
âmmm,â she whines in agreement. her toes curl in tight as you hit her special spot once more, her entire body spasming. karaâs eyes go half-lidded, all glossy and sex-dazed. the thickness of your strap is all she can focus on, her walls squeezing around it as she lets her head hang. âohh, iâm close. iâm so close,â she sputters, the words heavy on her tongue and half jumbled, âdonât stop, babe, please. fuck me, fuck me, let me cum.â her bravado disappears as her climax closes in on her, forcing her to beg for your strap in a pitched up voice. âi need you! please, i need your dick, i need it!â
âyou want this dick?â you ask playfully, continuing to slam into her. the sound of you plap-plap-plapping against her fills the roomâ hell, it might be heard from your apartmentâs hallway. âthis dick thatâs been stretching you out, filling you up? ruining your pussy? this is the dick you want?â
your girlfriendâs answer comes out in something of a scream, her body shaking as she approaches her climax. âah, yes! fuck, yes!â she continues to babble, but you scoot in close and force her head down into the pillows to muffle her. no point in letting your neighbors hear her beg for strap. with her ass up in the air and her head down in the bed, she twitches, toes curling and uncurling, arms giving out, and her cunt flutters before she finally convulses and begins to drip. the sound that leaves her lips as you fuck kara through her orgasm is close a sex-driven squeal that leads to panting and cursing.
as you thrust into her a few more times, thick, white droplets drip from her pussy. when you finally pull out, however, dragging your dick out and then teasing along the blondeâs puffy pussy, a clear fluid begins to spurt out from her cunt. itâs a soft burst of squirt, one that pauses as before starting again when you rub the tip of your strap against her pussy again. you pull away just in time to watch hear her cry âoh, oh, fuck!â and watch her quivering cunt spray the bed in squirt, leaving the bedding around her damp. her poor pussyâs left soaked by the end of it, droplets of squirt collecting and falling down from between her thighs.
âoh, shitâŚâ kara breathes out, âshit, babyâŚâ her legs still twitch as she slowly untenses. at the same time, you watch with fascination, salivating as your girlfriend drips before you like a leaky faucet.
âi didnât know you could squirt,â you murmur as you move some of your hair back, leaning down and grabbing hold of her thighs to hold her still. without hesitation, you start to suck along every part of her pussy you can reach from behind, licking and lapping like a woman dying of thirst. youâre not ashamed to admit it tastes like ambrosia for you. then again, anything from kara would, wouldnât it?
âi didnât knowâ oh, babeâ baby, please,â she snivels, though her words are muffled by the pillow sheâs pleading into. ââm sensitive, oh⌠baby, câmon, just a little break. you promised one round.â
lifting your head for a moment, you huff, âi never said i was an honest woman.â giving her thighs an affectionate squeeze, you hum. âkeeping me from heaven, how cruel, kara.â
âkeeping you from destroying me, more like,â she manages to scoff, finally lowering her butt and curling in on herself. she sighs airily, âthat was⌠amazing. just⌠give me five minutes.â
you chuckle before crawling beside her and lowering yourself down, letting the thick, pink strap brush against karaâs thighs as you press in close. âi would give you the world,â you murmur, reaching out to tuck some of her hair out of her face.
kara hums affectionately. âmm. sounds like the redâs wearing off.â
the response causes you to gently shake your head before leaning over and pressing a kiss to her cheek. ânot even close. but i can wait five minutes for before going in for seconds. i have class.â
âclass,â she repeats, sucking in a sharp breath, âsure, if thatâs what you wanna call itâŚâ her pussyâs spent. her bodyâs still sensitive all over, and yet, sheâs still looking forward to round two. perks of being kryptonian, kara supposes.
or maybe itâs just a perk of you being her girlfriend. her girlfriend who loves her more than anything and is also more than capable of fucking her into a mattress. yeah, that girlfriend.
wow, so⌠that was a lot. um, anyways, like and subscribe for more girls squirt content, i guess. sorry anon if you wanted something normal IM SO SORRY. also i never got around to describing it but kara has bush OK BYE!
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3.2k / nsfw. kara zor-el x fem, kryptonian!reader. kara gets you to do âredâ (red-kryptonite), not realizing itâs something of an aphrodisiac for you. cws: straight nsfw, strap usage, mild ass slapping, mild hair pulling, squirting. bratty sub/bottom kara + dom/top reader. strap occasionally referred to as cock/dick. + masterlist.
âŚââ "HAVE YOU EVER done red before?â kara asks. the club music is so loud that you can barely hear her voice, even though sheâs standing right beside you, her hands wrapped loosely around your waist. a hiccup leaves your lips, undoubtedly due to the out-of-this-world alien alcohol youâve been drinking all night. itâs your first time off earth, your first time in an extraterrestrial club, and as you shake your head no and watch your girlfriend start to dig deep into her pockets, you quickly realize itâll be your first time doing âredââ whatever the hell that is.
in her hands, itâs glittery, powdery, and, unsurprisingly, red. catching your skeptical gaze, she explains, âitâs like⌠cocaine? but not as crazy, i promise. itâs for people like us.â her eyebrows waggle to suggest something, but you donât quite catch the implication.
tilting your head, you pinch some of the substance from her palm. you let the powder sprinkle down into your other hand, and it feels less like powder and more like a collection of fine, small rocks. âlike us?â you question.
âkryptonians,â she replies, nodding, âitâs just a little bit. it wonât hurt. promise. it was really popular at home, you know? think of it as tradition, okay? or, think of it as fun with your girlfriend.â
how true that is, it being popular at home, is up for debate.
whether or not you could call krypton home? also up for debate.
âmy girlfriend, who, of course, never tempts me into doing wrong,â you chuckle, your tone sarcastic, âmy girlfriend whoâs never gotten me in trouble, that girlfriend.â
the blonde laughs before pressing against you, letting her eyes wander along the entirety of your face. her gaze feels thick and heavy, almost like a real pressure against your skin. you catch yourself biting your lip just as she smirks, âwhat? youâve got another girlfriend?â her free hand pinches your side, causing you to lean away, giggling.
âof course not,â you coo, batting your eyes, âwouldnât dream of it.â
she rolls her eyes, not out of disbelief but out of playfulness. then, she orders, âsnort it.â kara doesnât wait a single second before sniffing along her own palm, inhaling every last bit before letting out a soft sigh, beaming. how the texture of the powder doesnât irritate her nose is beyond your comprehension. âcâmon, câmon,â she starts, nudging you until you give in.
âalright, alright.â you wave her off, then carefully inhale the red powder up your nose. it doesnât hit immediately, though your nose tingles from the sudden, new sensation. it doesnât hurt like you thought it might, it doesnât even irritate the insides of your nose; it just tingles, causing you to pinch your nose once or twice to try and get rid of the feeling. âthat didnât do anything,â you mutter, âmaybe it did for you. youâre grinning like a lunatic.â
âiâm grinning because my girlfriend listens to and trusts me.â a bullshit retort, but you donât have time to give your own quip before she leans in to kiss your forehead. her lips curl into a smile as they meet your skin, all warm and familiar. âitâll catch up to you later. letâs just dance for now. câmon, letâs dance.â taking hold of your hand, kara drags you closer to the DJ and the dancefloor. loud, energetic, nearly psychedelic beats become all you can hear. every part of you feels loose and fluid as you move, though itâs hard to tell if itâs the alcohol or the âredâ you had a bump of. the world seems to shrink down to just you and your girlfriend, and for a while, you feel completely at peace.
âŚââ THEN, YOU WAKE up. as you leave slumber, youâre greeted by a mild ache in your lower stomach and zero memory of how you managed to get back to your apartment on earth. usually, youâre the one that gets you and kara home. speaking of kara⌠glancing to your right, you manage to see the blonde clinging to your body, her face pressed against your breasts. typical. with the slow throbbing at the bottom of your stomach growing more and more intense, you decide to try and get out of bed to grab some water. the moment you move, however, is the moment the feeling shifts, no longer an ache but a pulse. a want, no, a need.
need. itâs all too clear, now. that sudden, warm sensation all over your body. the kind that urges you to suck in a deep breath, to try and relax. your legs close themselves, pressing together. âfuck,â you mumble. itâs way too early in the morning to be feeling this bothered. horny isnât the word you think of at first at first, but when you glance over at your girlfriend again, that quickly changesâ closed, calm eyes, her lips subtly smiling in her sleep⌠forcing your gaze away from her suddenly becomes one of the hardest challenges youâve ever faced. trying to dismiss the sudden onslaught of perverse thoughts that come after proves to be even more difficult.
youâve never been a morning sex person before, but this morningâs different. youâre different. youâre⌠âkara,â you murmur, quiet at first before raising your volume some, âkara, wake up.â you gently rock her, then pull yourself up into a sitting position which causes her to slide into your lap. âkara,â you try again. this time, youâre rewarded with the sound of her groaning.
her hand slaps around haphazardly, searching for an alarm to turn off. when she accidentally hits your legs and feels skin, she opts to wake herself up. âgâmorning,â she starts in a sleepy drawl, blinking up at you. youâre almost ashamed of how hot you find her dazed eyes. âwhatâs up?â
you shrug lightly, ânothing, really. iâm just wondering⌠you know, about last nightââ
a shit-eating smirk immediately graces her lips and you feel a pit open in your stomach, unrelated to the other presence there. âlast night? you were a machine last night,â kara chuckles, poking at your chest, âyou were insane. it was just round after round, baby. i love that about you.â
âwhat?â
âyou donât remember? youâre lucky weâre both kryptonian, you probably wouldâve fucked me to death otherwise. it was like⌠maybe two hours after we had that red kryptonite. you got all antsy, then nervous, asking me to go home. we got here, but you changed again. and thenâŚâ she pulls aside the sheets, gesturing to her legs; sheâs not wearing any underwear and bite marks still linger along her thighs leading up to her pelvis. âyou were a very hungry girl,â she whispers teasingly, causing you to scoff.
instinctively, your arms cross in defense. it would only boost her ego to admit youâre still in the mood, and yet you crave kara, now. your mind wanders, imagining her on her back, bouncing off of you, clawing at your skin, and groaning, cursing, and gasping. your own cunt throbbed at the imagery alone, saliva pooling in your mouth before you swallow. âiâm still hungry,â you let slip under your breath, uncrossing your arms and sliding yourself out of bed.
âstill hungry?â your girlfriend repeats, lifting her head in time to watch you dig inside your closet and pull out a sizable strap. pink and thick with ridges: karaâs favorite. the sight alone has her heart fluttering, excitement manifesting first as a smile on her lips and then as wetness between her thighs. âi guess i donât have much else to do today outside of satiating your appetite,â she finally replies, laying back against the pillows and kicking aside the sheets. a halo of blonde hair splays out around her head while she watches you prepare. âi didnât think red kryptonite would be a sex-pill for you,â she chuckles.
âwell, now youâll learn your lesson,â you mutter, adjusting the strap along your waist before striding over to the bed, âeveryone has different responses to different things.â you pause as you approach her, deciding abruptly, âi want you on your knees, actually.â
âsurprising from you,â she remarks, âi thought you loved to see my face.â
immediately, you reassure her, âi do. i just want something⌠a little different, this time. itâll just be one round, i swear, i just need to burn this off.â
âyeah, yeah.â kara shifts, flipping onto her back and then getting onto her hands and knees. she glances over her shoulder to find you already holding your strap up to her entrance, wasting no time at all. the mushroom head brushes along her outer folds playfully before you push them aside with two fingers. a shiver runs through her body in anticipation as you tease her cunt with a few passes. after a few moments, however, you give in to your own cravings, gripping her hips with one hand as you urge your cock carefully into her pussy. itâs torture, going so slow. still, youâd hate to tear your girlfriend in two, so you let her natural lubrication and her own want for your strap dictate the pace at which you push in (the pace theyâve set, unfortunately for you, is slow).
when you finally bottom out, you relax your grip on karaâs hips, rocking back and then easing the thick, pink strap back inside. her head drops, eyes probably already closed and fuck, if it isnât incredibly sexy how she sucks in her breath⌠âyou good, baby?â
âanother day in paradise,â she breathes out, nodding faintly. âgo on. i can take it.â
âtell me when to stop.â you start to pull out and push in, starting off at a very careful pace before picking up speed to something more casual. it was nowhere near as intense as you originally craved, but your concern for kara always managed to triumph everything else, including your libido. if anything, exhibiting your care for her only made the moment more intimate. something about the self-restraint⌠maybe youâre stroking your own ego, though.
when your girlfriend doesnât give you any sign or word to stop, you slip almost all of the way out and then slide back in, burying yourself to the hilt just to hear her gasp and accuse you of playing dirty. âcanât be playing dirty if itâs my game,â you shoot back, accentuating your words with a good thrust.
âoh, there it is,â she chuckles, âthereâs the beast from last night.â her hands start to grip the bedding, curling in on themselves as she tries her best to keep her breathing even.
in a mutter, you reply, âi could have you pinned to the floor and youâd still be teasing.â
and then, kara says this: âoh please, you like shutting me up.â
and that? that, to you, sounds a lot like permission. and who are you to pass up on such an offer?
grabbing hold of her hips, you begin to speed up your pace, grunting with every other thrust. the bed rocks beneath you both as you move not only your own body, but karaâs by pulling her back, forcing her to take the entirety of your strap each time you push back in. as her own grunts turn into groans, you snake one hand along her back and reach for her hair, gently tugging on it to keep her head lifted up. âi thought you could take it, kara?â you purr from behind, âwhat gives? keep your head up, i wanna hear everything clearly.â
the blonde moans, feeling her insides stretch and squeeze mercilessly around your cock. that blissful sensation of her pussy being stuffed full is enough to have her eyes closing and her head drooping despite her best efforts at remaining put together. with every drop of her head comes a chastising tug of her hair, the tingling pain mixing in with the tingling pleasure spreading throughout her body. âfuck,â she grits out, âso good, baby, youâre so good.â a string of kryptonian words follow in another moan, her voice growing shaky. the ridges catch along her walls on the way in and out, her own tightness making things worse for her.
still, you donât let up. you keep going, fucking your strap into her and admiring how she soundsâ desperate, breathless, but not yet brokenâ and how she looksâ covered in a light sweat, toes curled, and knuckles white from gripping the sheets so tightly. on her palms are probably little crescent marks from her nails. the thought alone makes you smirk. âyou can take it,â you reassure her. the wet, squelching noise of your thrusts inside was soft at first, but grow louder with every passing second, a sign that sheâs soaked. maybe you were wrong and kara couldnât take it. but, judging from the sounds from her cunt and her mouth, she really wants to, and youâve never been one to deny her.
the hand not gripping her hair slides from her hip to her ass, palming it over leisurely before giving one of her cheeks a light smack. the medium-sized mound jiggles some before going relatively still. kara gasps, then groans as your strap manages to slip in and brush that special spot inside of her. it isnât long before you focus in on that area, aiming as best as you can at it. meanwhile, you continue feeling her ass over, the warm, soft roundness of her behind almost worsening your roughness (cuteness aggression, maybe? ass aggression would be more accurate). watching it blossom into a pinkish hue all around only excited you into slapping it once more. kara can take it, surely. one more slap. two more. fuck it, why not three?
yes, the ass-slapping, the hair pulling, the thrusting deep and hard and fast; she wanted it, she taunted you into this. âi think i shut you up nicely, wouldnât you agree?â
in reply, all you get is a whimper, and hitch of her breath. with every push in, the strap jostles along your hips. you donât need the stimulation though to grow wet. just the sight of your girlfriend bouncing wordlessly on your dick was enough to make you feel close.
with a soft chuckle, you let go of her hair, letting her head fall forward as you continue stuffing her full. pearly, off-white beads slowly start to dribble out of her hole and smear along your pink strap, coating it in natural lubrication that squelches as you move in and out of her. sweat covers both of your bodies in a thin layer, the warmth in the room and making both of you breathe heavy like dogs. âpretty little pussy takes my cock so well,â you praise her breathlessly, watching her ass bounce against your waist as you two make contact, âtakes it like a champ. such a good girl, keeping quiet and taking every inch.â
âmmm,â she whines in agreement. her toes curl in tight as you hit her special spot once more, her entire body spasming. karaâs eyes go half-lidded, all glossy and sex-dazed. the thickness of your strap is all she can focus on, her walls squeezing around it as she lets her head hang. âohh, iâm close. iâm so close,â she sputters, the words heavy on her tongue and half jumbled, âdonât stop, babe, please. fuck me, fuck me, let me cum.â her bravado disappears as her climax closes in on her, forcing her to beg for your strap in a pitched up voice. âi need you! please, i need your dick, i need it!â
âyou want this dick?â you ask playfully, continuing to slam into her. the sound of you plap-plap-plapping against her fills the roomâ hell, it might be heard from your apartmentâs hallway. âthis dick thatâs been stretching you out, filling you up? ruining your pussy? this is the dick you want?â
your girlfriendâs answer comes out in something of a scream, her body shaking as she approaches her climax. âah, yes! fuck, yes!â she continues to babble, but you scoot in close and force her head down into the pillows to muffle her. no point in letting your neighbors hear her beg for strap. with her ass up in the air and her head down in the bed, she twitches, toes curling and uncurling, arms giving out, and her cunt flutters before she finally convulses and begins to drip. the sound that leaves her lips as you fuck kara through her orgasm is close a sex-driven squeal that leads to panting and cursing.
as you thrust into her a few more times, thick, white droplets drip from her pussy. when you finally pull out, however, dragging your dick out and then teasing along the blondeâs puffy pussy, a clear fluid begins to spurt out from her cunt. itâs a soft burst of squirt, one that pauses as before starting again when you rub the tip of your strap against her pussy again. you pull away just in time to watch hear her cry âoh, oh, fuck!â and watch her quivering cunt spray the bed in squirt, leaving the bedding around her damp. her poor pussyâs left soaked by the end of it, droplets of squirt collecting and falling down from between her thighs.
âoh, shitâŚâ kara breathes out, âshit, babyâŚâ her legs still twitch as she slowly untenses. at the same time, you watch with fascination, salivating as your girlfriend drips before you like a leaky faucet.
âi didnât know you could squirt,â you murmur as you move some of your hair back, leaning down and grabbing hold of her thighs to hold her still. without hesitation, you start to suck along every part of her pussy you can reach from behind, licking and lapping like a woman dying of thirst. youâre not ashamed to admit it tastes like ambrosia for you. then again, anything from kara would, wouldnât it?
âi didnât knowâ oh, babeâ baby, please,â she snivels, though her words are muffled by the pillow sheâs pleading into. ââm sensitive, oh⌠baby, câmon, just a little break. you promised one round.â
lifting your head for a moment, you huff, âi never said i was an honest woman.â giving her thighs an affectionate squeeze, you hum. âkeeping me from heaven, how cruel, kara.â
âkeeping you from destroying me, more like,â she manages to scoff, finally lowering her butt and curling in on herself. she sighs airily, âthat was⌠amazing. just⌠give me five minutes.â
you chuckle before crawling beside her and lowering yourself down, letting the thick, pink strap brush against karaâs thighs as you press in close. âi would give you the world,â you murmur, reaching out to tuck some of her hair out of her face.
kara hums affectionately. âmm. sounds like the redâs wearing off.â
the response causes you to gently shake your head before leaning over and pressing a kiss to her cheek. ânot even close. but i can wait five minutes for before going in for seconds. i have class.â
âclass,â she repeats, sucking in a sharp breath, âsure, if thatâs what you wanna call itâŚâ her pussyâs spent. her bodyâs still sensitive all over, and yet, sheâs still looking forward to round two. perks of being kryptonian, kara supposes.
or maybe itâs just a perk of you being her girlfriend. her girlfriend who loves her more than anything and is also more than capable of fucking her into a mattress. yeah, that girlfriend.
wow, so⌠that was a lot. um, anyways, like and subscribe for more girls squirt content, i guess. sorry anon if you wanted something normal IM SO SORRY. also i never got around to describing it but kara has bush OK BYE!
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synopsis : a superdog grows attached to you and, soon, his owner does, too.
content warning : mention of pet death + grief , possibly ooc , sheâs v apprehensive and aloof , [name] in place of y/n
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The first time she sees you is when she crashes near Lois Laneâs backyard. Thereâs a pool outside â she can hear Jimmy Olsenâs laughter and smell the chlorine drifting through the warm Metropolis air. Stumbling, Kara makes her way to the pool area and the laughter and the overwhelming joy she always tried to feel again.
Clark is there, a kiss the cook apron on as he mans the grill. He looks at the movement, then looks back as he realizes who just stumbled into the yard. He blinks, âKara? Hey!â
The blonde pauses as she takes in the scene around her. Itâs only Lois and Jimmy here, both lounging in the pool and chatting away with a drink in one hand. Thatâs fine â she knows them well enough not to worry. However, there was something missing.
âWhereâs my dog?â
Thatâs when she sees the fluffed, white ear of Krypto standing to attention in a lounge chair. Except, heâs not alone. Heâs spread out, lying sideways as someone soothes him with small, gentle pets. His tail thumps against the chair at the sound of her voice but he makes no effort to move.
You blink as a shadow settles over you, fingers in Kryptoâs curls as you look up. Kara scowls down at you, confusion trying to overtake the hangover thatâs building. âHi, you must be Clarkâs cousin. Care-uh, right?â
âKara,â she corrects your pronunciation. She looks to where youâre petting Krypto ; watching how he melts into you completely and contently. âThatâs my dog.â
You pause your motions, sitting up in the lounge chair with a whine in protest from the dog. âSorry. I can move.â
âWhy is he sleeping?â
The question catches you off guard. Every time you see Krypto, he falls asleep in your lap. Sometimes heâll even lay there as you feed him treats by hand, always composed relaxed as he does so.
Clark walks up to his cousin with a grin you know is tensed. âHe always sleeps with [name] around.â
[Name]. You were familiar to her. Clark spoke of you all the time â that fond, proud smile on his face as if he was talking about a younger sibling. The same smile he uses for Kara.
The blonde nods slowly before whistling. Krypto lets out a groan before slowly standing to attention and stretching. He stares at you, mouth seemingly pulled into a grin as he pants. You pat his head with a little smile before he turns to Kara.
My dog, she thinks to herself with a frown, is never polite or tired. Itâs witchcraft â otherworldly. Kara says nothing as she looks at you one more time before taking off, Krypto trailing behind her.
The next time you see the kryptonian is embarrassing, actually. Youâd hidden away in Clarkâs apartment, only there to seek comfort from the white fluffball you adored.
With a crash, Kara is stumbling towards you once more. She pauses â you were not her cousin and she was not prepared to see you.
Youâre sat on the floor, arms curled around Krypto as the dog sits in your lap. His eyes flutter until his head falls, chin on your shoulder as you squeeze him closer. Karaâs shoe scuffs the floor and causes you to jump, startled.
âOh,â you sniff, âhello again.â
Youâre crying. Kara cringes as she watches you wipe tears away, facing away from her as you do so. Krypto has melted into you once more, sagging against you completely as he begins to snore.
You clear your throat, preparing to unwind your arms from her dog before she stops you. âItâs fine.â Kara pauses before walking over and settling next to you on the floor. She watches as her dogâs ear twitches, acknowledging her before he settles again. âItâs weird. Heâs so calm around you.â
âClark calls me when heâs being hyper,â you say with a smile. Your fingers are absentmindedly twirling Kryptoâs curls as you speak â Kara notices. âSometimes heâll play until heâs tired and sometimes he just curls up with me and sleeps. Clark says thatâs not normal for him.â
âMy dog,â Kara begins. She looks over at the slumped thing, amazed at the serenity he leaks. âIs not a sleeper. He chases and bites and barks.â She looks over you again, âare you magic?â
You let out a snort, startled by her assumption. You sniffle again with a shake of your head, smile still in place as you look to her. âNot in any sense. I think he just likes me.â
Krypto, Kara thinks, rarely just likes anyone. Heâs still a hyperactive puppy, so a treat or toy from a stranger will catch his attention. This, though â he never actively seeks anyone out the way he does you.
The room grows quiet as Krypto twitches in his sleep â you smile at the movement and Kara continues to watch you. You let in a big breath, âmy dog passed away.â
Kara watches you closer â the way your shoulders shake and eyes shine â in preparation for more tears. You swallow, âmy dog died. When I moved to Metropolis, Krypto was buzzing through the street and just landed right in front of me. He was so sweet and gentle and he tilts his head at me whenever I speak to him. So I bother Clark a lot to see him.â
You brush over his head again, causing the dog to groan and stretch as he gets comfortable. Kara watches silently as her dog â her super powered, chaos causing dog â folds into your lap like a tiny baby. âHeâs nothing like mine was, but he lets me know heâs here for me in that way that dogs do.â
She understands now. You lost your world metaphorically the way Kara lost hers literally. The blonde looks away from you, âKryptoâs good at saving people like that.â
âHe really is!â You grin. Your elbow bumps Karaâs lightly as you adjust and a surge of heat soars through her. âHe also really likes egg and cheese bagels, but they have to be in sandwich form. Heâs so particular about it.â
Kara laughs at that, imagining her bumbling cousin trying to make bagels just so her dog wouldnât throw a tantrum. She watches Krypto again and pets him as he lays on you, getting closer to you than she meant to. His tail wags at her touch and she has to look away from the smile you send her.
The last time is an accident. Kara had come to Earth after battling an enemy she couldnât be bothered to learn the name of. They werenât important or hard to beat, really â sheâd just overexerted and needed to heal.
Coincidently, she spots you walking down Metropolisâ street before she collapses.
You panic before calling Clark, shoes scuffing against the pavement as you stop in front of Kara. Sheâs breathing, but slightly battered as she remains unconscious. Clark arrives quickly, forehead wrinkled with worry as he watches you tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and out of her face.
âVitamin D deficiency,â he says slowly. Like itâs a secret â like he doesnât want anyone to know. âShe just needs to rest.â
âMy place is close,â you reply. âI donât mind watching over her â I know youâve got work.â
Itâs warm. Soft and warm and nice as she comes to. Kara lets out a small groan as her eyelids flutter open. She faces a large window, sunlight pouring in as the blanket around her is tugged higher over her shoulders.
You pop into view, frown where your smile usually is as you set a drink down on the bedside table. The sun shines behind you, illuminating you like sheâd just found the correct answer to a question she didnât ask. You hesitate before reaching out, the back of your hand meeting her forehead gently. âGood. You do feel warmer now.â
â[Name].â
âHey,â you smile as you sit on the corner of the bed. Kara rises slowly, arms trembling slightly as she does so. You grab the cup youâd set down, âdrink slowly.â
Itâs fizzy and sweet, curling through a strawberry themed straw. Kara hums, âwhat is this?â
âA Shirley Temple.â You place the cup back down, wiping the condensation on your pants. âFigured you needed something a little sugary.â
Kara pauses, looking to her lap and flexing her fingers. She feels energized â buzzed. She realizes sheâd never felt this healed before. Never felt this relaxed and in tune with her own body.
âWhat did you do to me?â
You frown again as you look her over. Your phone is on your lap from where youâd been updating Clark, the lockscreen showing a picture of Krypto sheâd never seen. âI had Clark bring you to my house after you passed out. Then I tucked you in and waited until you woke up.â
The blonde grunts, hand curling into her messy hair â her three day migraine was gone. She eyes you slowly. You almost roll your eyes, âdid you expect me to do something else?â
Kara felt so refreshed. Like she could go back to sleep, curled up in your sheets as she relaxed in your home. Maybe this is how Krypto always felt when he was around you â maybe thatâs why he was always so calm.
âNo.â The kryptonian looks out of the window at the sun â her life source. She then looks at you, shoulders less tense than before. âNot from you I donât.â
âââĽď¸ââ
was this mediocre be honest ): anyways lol im sad <3
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Jacaerys Velaryon's death will always be brutal but Vermax's was heart wrenching. The poor baby tried so hard to fly for him, and sunk down in pain and crying. Same with Sunfyre, the most beautiful dragon in history and with so much love for Aegon, only for him to take him unprepared into battle and get ripped in pain burned. And even then, Sunfyre died wrapped around his rider to protect him, just hours ago he had playfully nudged and cuddled him because he wanted to make him happy. The Targaryens never deserved their dragons who loved them so much. Their cries and pains will always hurt me so much more than any character death because they trusted their riders so much and instead they were taken to their painful death. They weren't war creatures, they were animals with love and feelings. And doomed by their riders who never actually loved their dragons as they should have.
platonic!marauders centred
summary: there's no point in james and remus making a bet over who gets their girl first. not when their girls are only interested in each other
wc: 1.5k
âFive galleons,â Starts James, cracking open another pistachio and popping it into his mouth. Remus glances at him from the corner of his eye with an inquisitive hum, digging through the bowl of nut mix between them for some roasted almonds as he continues chewing on his last bite. âI get a date with Lily before you get your date.â
Remus scoffs, moving his gaze towards the corner of the common room where you sit with Lily, knees touching as you speak quietly between you. He shakes his head, smiling softly. âNo way mate, Iâm not betting on my love life with you.â
âYeah, because you know Iâll win.â
The amused sound Remus lets out barely hides his insecurity. He knows James is right. After all, heâs barely been able to have a conversation with you without stuttering, meanwhile James is laying all of his charms down on Lily. âWell, maybe the fact that you havenât scored a date with her yet says enough. She might not be into you at all.â James doesnât give his friend a response, but he snatches the almond from Remusâs hand just as he makes way to toss it into his mouth. âHey!â He cries, head snapping to the side just in time to watch James eat the almond, his jaw moving with exaggerated movements. Remusâs mouth dips low in betrayal at the knowledge that James doesnât even like almonds.
âYouâll seeâŚâ James grumbles auspiciously, but Remus only laughs, watching as Sirius and Peter argue over their game of chess. âShouldnât we have our priorities straight like them?â Remus asks, gesturing towards them. He sighs, thinking about the fun his friends are having while he and James stress over their love lives â something that has brought more sorrow than good in the past. âI have my priorities straight!â James snaps, as though Remus has just said something ridiculous. âIâm prioritising finding my future wife! No, Iâm prioritising securing my future wife. Itâs Evans, Iâm telling you.â
Remus huffs in amusement, shrugging his shoulders loosely. âYeah, alright, if youâre so sure.â However, Remusâs careless nature is quick to crumble away. James elbows him in the side, averting his attention to where youâre walking towards them both. Remus straightens up in his seat, clearing his throat lightly when you stop right in front of them. âWhat time do you guys predict the party will actually start tonight?â You ask, swaying back and forth on the balls of your feet. âPast the awkward stage and into the actual party?â
Both boys turn to stare right at each other, both spluttering quietly. It gives you a chance to go on. âLily and I have plans now and weâre not sure how much time weâll have to get ready when weâre back. You guys wonât mind us being a little late, right?â Their heads snap back towards you in comedic fashion, both of them scrambling to find their words. âTake your timeâ Finally says James, joined by Remusâs mock nonchalant âYeah, pop by whenever.â
Squinting your eyes at the two close friends, you ask âSo⌠A time?â For a long moment, theyâre both silent again, until James finally shrugs, mumbling âAround eleven?â You nod, noting as both James and Remusâs eyes move to your right hand side. You follow their line of sight, smiling at the sight of Lily. She holds up your wallet, handing it to you before letting her newly free hand slip to your waist.
âYou got your things?â Lily nods at your question, pressing her hand into the dip of your back to guide you away from the two boys. James barely processes the redheadâs presence before sheâs gone. A synchronised sigh leaves both boysâ lips as they fall back into the couch cushions, watching as you walk away from them. âImagine if we both marry them. Best friends married to best friends - our children will be closer than anyone in the whole world.â James isnât met with any response other than âI wonder what sheâll wear to the party.â
âMhm, I wonder what Lily will wear to the party.â
âHey, if we both get with them, and she tells Lily about my skills in bed, youâll have to tell me so I can do better, yeah?â
âMate, how would I even know?â
âLily would tell you - keep up man.â
The two of them stare away into the distance, dissociating from the common room around them. Each of them think about the woman they respectably seek. Remus tips his head back to lean on the couch, shutting his eyes softly as he imagines you in that denim skirt heâs seen you wear, and perhaps a nice form fitting top. Next to him, James smiles into the open space, picturing Lily in a nice dress - maybe something red. Theyâre left there to wonder for a long while, letting the clocks tick by.
Eventually, Sirius and Peter stand up and they mindlessly follow them up to the dorm. They get ready for their own party in an odd silence, listening as their dorm mates chat along about the nightâs plans. Or particularly, their plans for tonightâs aftermath. Despite looking around for you, neither James or Remus notice when you and Lily slip back into the common room, then back up your dorm to get ready. They miss the way Lily is clutching your hips, laughing delightfully as you playfully scold her for something. No, you only catch their eyes when the party is in full swing and you make your way from the girlsâ staircase together â a sort of grand entrance. Remus hits Jamesâs biceps until the manâs attention is on him, spinning around so fast that his beer nearly spills over. âLetâs go say hi.â Remus pleads, as though he isnât already a good friend of yours. James clears his throat and fluffs up his hair before nodding, letting Remus lead him towards you both.
They come to a stop in front of you and Lily, but before James can even start conversation with a smart comment, he spots the dark hickey decorating your neck. He falters, blinking quickly and looking aside to Remus, who still hasnât noticed anything. âYou guys okay?â Lily laughs, looking between James and Remus, who nod unanimously. Though Remus hasnât even noticed your hickey, he doesnât get the opportunity to begin flirting, because someone slings an arm over his and Jamesâs shoulders, leaning all their weight on them. Sirius laughs, looking between all four of his friends while he begins rambling on about the dark skinned goddess he just saw across the room.
Suddenly, Sirius pauses, staring straight at you. He smirks widely, leaning back as best he can, then marvels aloud âHey, nice going. Whoâs giving you secret love bites over here?â Remusâs eyes go wide at Siriusâs words, attention finally drawn towards your neck. He swallows thickly at the recognition that, indeed, you do have a hickey on your neck, and that James has already won the bet they havenât even made. The way you laugh at Siriusâs question has the three boys looking back at you quizzically. At their blank expressions you turn to look at Lily with an exasperated look in your eyes, and it finally dawns on you that they donât know.
They have no idea.
âLily must know,â Begins James, securing a hand behind Siriusâs back. âThey had plans together so sheâll know who else was there.â Lily rolls her eyes, hooking her arm around your waist and tugging you away from them. âAlright, letâs get a drink.â She announces, quickening her pace so you both get away from them. âTheyâre idiots.â She adds, this time quietly, only for you to hear. She pours you a drink, offering you a kiss when you take it from her. You feel her lips morph into a smile when they meld onto yours, and you snake a hand down into hers, intertwining your fingers together.
âLetâs dance.â Your girlfriend suggests with a smile, giggling when you sling your arms over her shoulders, bringing her closer to you. âLetâs dance.â You repeat, though your intentions are completely different, even as you begin swaying your hips along to the music. Angling your face upwards, you catch Lilyâs lips in a kiss, smiling when her free arm wraps around your waist, hand dipping dangerously low on your back. Lily suddenly wishes she hadnât poured herself a drink because she canât touch you the way she wants to, and you just look so delicious in that dress you decided to wear. She nudges her tongue against your lips, moaning softly when you let her properly kiss you.
âOh, theyâre having a laugh.â Remus exclaims across the room, glancing towards James, whose jaw has gone slack. âUh, I donât think they are, mate.â Their shoulders slump in disappointment, but neither of them can stop staring at you in the gap between all the bodies on the dance floor.
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