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You couldn't understand why he was so insistent on this. Was it because he was jealous or was there some other reason driving him to push you to your limits? He seemed to enjoy every moment of it, even when you were exhausted and begging for a break. But you were helpless, at his mercy, and all you could do was obey as he continued to ravage you without mercy. You didn't know what had gotten into him. It was becoming clear that his desire was insatiable. Based on William running into inexperienced reader’s ex or another players comment sparked his breeding and stomach bulge kink 🍆#SlutsforPresidentNylander

Oh, I'm terribly sorry, bb! It took me much longer than expected to post this 🤍 But I believe I've finally got it sorted 🤞🏼

To be honest, I wasn't sure where this was heading, as I wasn't entirely sure I was ready for a breeding kink, but I decided to go with it and hopefully, it turned out well enough for you 🙃

Additionally, I've combined it with this request too 🤍

[I have no idea whether sports journalists would genuinely ask such questions, but for the sake of the story, let's assume they would 😉 After all, the media works in mysterious ways]

Warnings: 18+ smut; penetrative sex (p in v); cum inside; use of blindfold, anal toy, light bondage, light spanking; use of safe word; more penetrative sex (p in v); more cum inside - Trigger Warning: Reader expresses desire to slow down, but William does not acknowledge/hear it (🌶️);

Word count; 6.8K 🤦🏼‍♀️

「Inexperienced!reader x Willy」

The dress (in case you are interested)🥂

"du är min prinsessa" = you are my princess

・✶ ｡ﾟ

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt VII I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️(🌶️)

Waking up in William’s arms was quickly becoming your favourite thing in the world.

Every day, you found solace with him, momentarily forgetting about the outside world until your alarm rudely interrupted the tranquillity for the second time.

Meanwhile, your snoozing boyfriend could easily roll over and continue sleeping while you had to face the day ahead at work.

And as you switched on the dim light of your bedside lamp, you couldn’t help but admire his well-defined physique. He was incredibly handsome, and the fact that he was your boyfriend made it all the better. Everything felt perfect, almost too perfect, which tended to spark a small sense of fear within you. Was your relationship too good to be true?

William seemed flawless in every aspect. He was attractive, admired by many friends, had a large, supportive family, excelled in his career, and, most of all, he had a laid-back attitude towards life, cherishing every moment without worrying excessively.

This was in stark contrast to your own nature.

You often found yourself worrying, perhaps more than necessary. Though you didn’t constantly dwell on it, there were moments throughout the day when you questioned what William saw in you. Was it solely because of the incredible sex you shared? Or perhaps because you were the only girl who hadn't thrown herself at him, which intrigued him?

Regardless, these thoughts persisted, despite William's daily affirmations of love.

But shaking your head, you prepared for the day's work, which thankfully would be brief, as you also needed to prepare to meet William later for the gala - an event that made you rather nervous since you'd never attended one before.

Fortunately, the other partners had been incredibly helpful. Amanda and Sanna had eagerly assisted in selecting a dress and making you feel comfortable for the event. Although the gala didn't require much public participation from the partners, you still wanted to feel confident and elegant as you mingled with the important figures of MLSE. You simply wanted William to feel proud to have you by his side.

And indeed, William was proud of you. Something he hadn’t quite felt about his exes. But how could he not be?

Your appearance was breath-taking as his date for the night. Your long, black, glittery dress accentuated your figure, complemented by heels that added to your elegance. Your jewelleries sparkled almost as brightly as your eyes, which were beautifully enhanced by your makeup.

It was undeniable that you took his breath away with your appearance, and he wasn't the only one who noticed. Nearly everyone at the event had something to say about how stunning you looked; girls admired your dress and makeup, and even a few managers greeted you with compliments.

He almost felt guilty for feeling like he was showing you off, akin to how he used to feel as a teenager with his new hockey sticks. Though didn't intend to objectify you, he just couldn't help but revel in having you by his side, with his arms around your waist.

"Wow y/n, you've really outdone yourself tonight," Auston remarked as he approached you and William before another round of Blackjack.

"Thanks, Auston," you replied with a smile. "Although I thought you might have made a bit more effort yourself," you teased.

"What do you mean? Don't I always look amazing?" Auston chuckled confidently.

"Well, of course, you always look absolutely dashing," you playfully remarked, adding a hint of sarcasm as you rolled your eyes. And Auston simply laughed at your banter.

You could practically sense William's smug expression from the corner of your eye as you conversed with the other forwarder, noticing how pleased he was with the compliments you received. After all, you were his date.

And William did wear a confident smirk as you interacted with his teammates, particularly when you spoke with players like Auston. Though it wasn't that William disliked his teammate; he just recognised Auston's penchant for charming girls, and his almost flirty remarks toward you only bolstered William's confidence further.

William even suspected that Auston might have harboured a slight crush on you from the beginning but never acted on it, and perhaps now he was slightly regretting it. However, William had no regrets. Instead, he cherished the chance to flirt with you, share intimate moments, and experience the best times with you. Not only sexually, but you had also become an incredible girlfriend, with whom he now shared his home. You were unlike any other girls he had dated before - at least, he had never felt for them the way he felt for you. With you, commitment felt natural, without any hesitation or reluctance to leave behind his bachelor lifestyle.

And as he stood there, admiring you engaging in lively conversations amidst the blue and white lights, drifting away from the rest of the company, he was suddenly brought back to reality.

"Hey Willy, want to join us for a game?" Mo asked.

William shook his head to refocus. "Oh, yeah, sure... Um, I just need my—"

In his confusion, he searched his pockets, but you intervened with a chuckle, handing him the glasses he was looking for.

"Here you go, baby," you said with a content smile, knowing that he had forgotten them, and you were there to save the day.

"Oh, thanks, älskling," he smiled, putting on the glasses to better see the cards in the dim lighting.

"No problem, that's what I'm here for," you chuckled, giving him a brief kiss on the cheek. "You'd probably lose your pretty head if it wasn't attached to your neck," you continued the playful banter, and the guys joined in on the laughter.

"See that, Willy?" Mo chimed in. "That's wifey material, just saying."

And with laughter, the boys turned to sit at the casino table to play a round of blackjack.

Then for the rest of the evening, you simply enjoyed yourself with the other dates who had come tonight. Not all the significant others had chosen to join, so the few of you just had a wonderful time together.

However, while still keeping an eye on you throughout the night, William’s mind couldn’t help but wander into untouched waters, prompted by Mo’s comment earlier – ‘wifey material.’

It actually sounded pretty good in his head, even though it wasn’t really something he’d ever thought much about - probably because he hadn’t ever thought he’d have the chance to think in these directions. Although he’d seen several of his teammates form families, he himself had mostly just focused on his career and enjoyed the single life.

But now that he had you and was certain he never wanted to let you go, the notion of a more serious commitment slowly began to take root in his mind.

But again, William's thoughts were interrupted by the company around him.

However, the following day, William still couldn't shake the thought of what had been mentioned the previous night amidst the blue and white lights. Mo's comment about you being his future wife had inexplicably sparked the idea of starting a family in William's mind.

Although neither of you were anywhere near ready to start a family or even consider it seriously, William couldn't entirely dismiss the idea.

And after finishing dinner, William suddenly prompted a question that had been on his mind throughout the day.

"Babe, what kind of birth control are you using?"

His question caught you completely off guard.

"Uhm... I have an IUD, Willy... you know that," you replied softly, feeling a bit nervous.

"Oh, yeah, sure," he responded.

"I mean, I'm pretty sure we’ve talked about it before," you added, recalling your previous conversations about birth control.

"Yeah, of course, babe, sorry, I just forgot," he said casually, though his eyes remained fixed on the tv, not meeting yours.

And as you were still processing his sudden interest, William then continued with his questions about how it worked and for how long it lasted.

"Well, I got it about two years ago when I was with my ex-boyfriend, so it should last for another two or three years," you explained gently, but all you got in return was a noncommittal "hm" from William, followed by a simple "that's good."

Then a moment of silence hung between you as you looked intensely at him, noticing his mind working overtime.

"Willy... why are you asking about my birth control?"

"Huh? Oh, no reason," he replied nonchalantly, briefly glancing at you before turning his attention to the TV.

But unsatisfied with his response, you pressed on with a light chuckle. "Come on, babe, it’s so random! There must have been a reason."

And then William let out a quick chuckle and a sigh. "It was just... you know, after Mo made that comment about 'wifey material,' I just thought... that maybe, you thought about us one day being a family."

His words sounded almost nervous, although his tone remained steady, and a faint smirk graced his lips, indicating his contentment with the idea.

And you couldn't help but smile in response, as you hadn't expected William to already be entertaining thoughts about your future together. You simply felt a rush of happiness wash over you.

"Well, as a matter of fact, I do think that could be our future, Willy," you replied sweetly, gazing at him as he leaned back on the sofa and looked at you as well.

"I know it's not something we need to think about right now. I mean, we're not even close to that... but I just thought about it."

"And I'm really happy that you share these thoughts with me," you said as you leaned into him, your fingers gently tracing through his hair. "And I love that you can imagine a future with me..."

"But...?" William prompted with a chuckle.

"But nothing," you said almost seductively as you straddled him. "Just that… for now, maybe, I think I'm more interested in practicing for it."

"Oh, I agree," he responded eagerly.

Leaning down, you connected your lips with his, feeling his smile against your mouth as he returned the kiss. And as his hands found your waist, pulling you closer, you deepened the kiss, both of you consumed by passion and lust. Then as the intensity grew, you instinctively began rocking your hips, grinding against him, both revelling in the freedom to explore each other without the worry of consequences.

His hands moved under the hem of your shirt, exploring your bare skin, before you replicated his move on him.

William's body felt incredible against yours. Especially when his strong hands gripped your bottom and flipped you onto the cushions with your back, and you felt the weight of him pressing down on you. Still locked in a passionate kiss, his hands effortlessly removed your shorts and knickers before discarding his own sweats and boxers.

It was as if your bodies were perfectly aligned when William positioned himself at your entrance. And despite the lack of foreplay, he carefully pushed his hardness into your warmth, eliciting harmonious moans from both of you that filled the living room.

"So tight for me, baby," he murmured softly into the crook of your neck. "You're taking me so well."

You felt a slight twinge of discomfort as he withdrew a little before thrusting back in, but soon your cunt was wet and ready, coating him and easing any discomfort. With your legs wrapped around his waist, William began to move his hips in a steady rhythm, making love to you right there on the sofa. Your breaths grew deep and heavy, your bodies heating up with each thrust, and soon you felt pleasure building within you.

It was unexpectedly romantic, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he pounded into you. Your moans synchronised as you both slowly approached climax, feeling the sensation of William's length stimulating your walls.

"Willy," you attempted to speak, but only incoherent breaths and moans escaped your lips.

His thrusts grew harder and deeper, simultaneously to how his breath became incoherent. You felt his pounding almost as eager, yet it was nothing but pleasurable as you felt your pending orgasm soon approaching. Unintentionally clenching your muscles around him, you signalled your orgasm.

"Shit," William mumbled, feeling his climax nearing its peak as well. "Fu- baby, I'm gonna cum inside you."

"Yes, Willy, come with me..."

And almost in perfect synchronisation, you both cried out loudly, greatful for the thcik walls between you and the neighbours, as you reached your peaks, waves of ecstasy washing over you as you breathed heavily.

William trembled in your arms as he emptied himself inside you, his eyes shutting tightly, trying to regain control of his breath, as you felt a pulsating sensation around his cock, your body still processing the intensity of the climax.

No foreplay. No oral sex or fingering beforehand. Just pure, straightforward, missionary sex.

And it had felt surprisingly amazing, letting you feel nothing but bliss as you gradually returned to reality.

With William still buried inside you, he leaned down to kiss you softly and tenderly, your fingers threading through his princely locks.

"You're so amazing, älskling," William whispered softly, almost resting his weight on you.

"I could say the same about you," you chuckled lightly.

You stayed in that position for a while longer, William unintentionally ensuring that his fluids remained inside you as a part of him wondered about the possibility of you carrying his child one day.

But for now, you were simply enjoying incredible, protected sex that left you both completely exhausted, falling asleep almost immediately that night.

The following morning, you still felt a pleasant tingling sensation in your body from the previous day's passionate encounter. And a wide smile graced your lips as you reminisced about the pleasure that had left your head spinning.

Then while William was at morning skates, you prepared to meet up with your friend for a proper girl brunch. You hadn't seen Emily in what felt like forever since she lived in Montreal, but thanks to social media, you stayed in touch almost daily.

And nothing could beat a good chat over coffee, scrambled eggs, and pancakes. You caught her up on everything that had happened in the last six months of your life, and despite her being a diehard Montreal Canadiens fan, she was amazed by your newfound involvement with the Toronto Maple Leafs and your relationship with a player.

"Damn, babe, I'm honestly so jealous," she exclaimed as she sipped her mimosa.

"Oh, trust me, I'd be jealous of me too," you chuckled.

The conversation about your new lifestyle continued on for a little longer, and you naturally showed her the string of photos you'd taken, mostly from the latest gala event.

"Holy shit! Y/n/n, you seriously need to post this," she insisted as she saw one of the photos of you posing in your dress. "You look amazing!"

"Thanks, Em," you chuckled softly. "But I'm trying not to overwhelm everyone on Instagram with everything that's going on..."

"Why not? Honestly, if it were me, I'd be sharing every moment with the whole world," she emphasised.

"Well, I suppose I do have a pretty sweet life," you timidly admitted, flashing her a grateful smile, acknowledging how fortunate you were. Besides, she did have a point; you looked absolutely stunning in that dress.

And after a couple more mimosas and discussions about balancing your regular work and social life with the whirlwind of being a professional hockey player's girlfriend, you decided to post a few photos of yourself on Instagram.

Why hide your wonderful life, after all?

Then as you left the café, Emily suggested taking a stroll down the street, doing some light shopping along the way – and if you found something you liked, you'd try it on and pose for photos to capture memories of your day together.

Unbeknownst to you, the mimosas had given you a slight buzz as you began striking various poses in your new outfit, and as Emily's sweet compliments had boosted your confidence, you didn't hesitate to let your body show and your face exude your best model expression.

"Yeah, work it, babe, you look stunning," she would say almost seductively, encouraging you as you posed.

And still by the end of the afternoon, just before parting ways, laughter and giggles filled the air, evident in the pictures taken, and you couldn't help but feel elated as you said goodbye to your friend and headed back to the condo on the subway.

Meanwhile, across the city, William was wrapping up his day after ice practice and a workout in the weight room. And taking a short break after his last set, he scrolled through his social media, before he’d do some quick practice-media time.

When he first saw the photos you posted, William couldn't help but smile. "Damn, you looked good," he thought, swiping from side to side to admire every detail captured. Then he noticed your story, where you had shared a post from your day with Emily. And curious as always, William had to check out her profile to see who she was.

Although you had mentioned her before, he had never met her in person. And as he clicked onto her page, his eyes quickly found her latest post: a photo of you posing in a rather sensual pose, wearing an outfit that showed a little more skin than you’d usually were to brunch.

William swallowed hard as he frowned and studied the photo of you. You looked amazing, undeniably hot, if he had to be honest. But as he continued to look at the post, he started to notice the comments written below.

"Damn, looking good @y/i/n! Didn't know you had model potential 😍"

"Unf, somebody's flirting with the camera 😏"

"#sexylady !!"

"*Whistle sounds* 😗😗"

"Oh wow, maybe I could take you out sometime 😍😍"

As he read some of the comments, he couldn't help but feel a rush of resentment. This picture was completely public, and everyone on the internet could see this incredibly sexy picture of you.

It’s not that he was angry with you; but he was definitely angry with the guys online who were flirting with you. And he was not okay with it.

A little out of his usual character, William felt a certain level of protectiveness, almost possessiveness, as he didn't like that you were on display for the rest of the world to see. You were his girlfriend, and he didn't want men to start flirting with you like this.

"Hey Willy, they're ready for you now," Jennifer sweetly spoke, breaking him from his trail of thoughts.

And as he walked to meet the couple of journalists, William tried to let it go. He honestly did.

But then, after a few questions about his own training, expectations for tomorrow's match, and his performance, one of the reporters decided to rip open the tiny wound in his feelings.

"So, how do you feel about the partners of the team getting more and more attention on their social media?" the reporter asked.

William was caught off guard by the question. It wasn't anything he'd ever been asked before, yet he knew the married players on the team had been asked it a couple of times.

"Uhm, I don't know…"

"But do you think it's okay that they get this kind of attention?" another reporter asked.

"I... uh, no, I don't think so…"

"So would you want them to take down all their posts about their private life?"

"What? No, that's not what I'm-"

"Or should the management force them to have closed accounts so they don't show any tasteless behaviour online, like your own girlfriend?" Someone else interrupted.

"What did you just say?"

Emotions of confusion were suddenly replaced by a boiling sensation of anger instead.

"The post of her in a revealing outfit? How do you feel about that?" the reporter pressed.

And William just couldn't hold himself back any longer. The frustrations were boiling over, and all his media training was completely out of the window.

"You know what I think? I think you guys should stay the fuck out of it all and leave it to us. What happens between me, and my girlfriend is none of your damn business, and you should keep your mouth shut! You can ask me all about the sport I'm being paid to play but keep my girlfriend out of it."

The room fell completely silent after his outburst.

William felt his pulse skyrocket and his heartbeat quicken. The audacity these reporters had to ask him these questions, he thought, as he determinedly walked away from the scene.

Entering to the locker room, with fists clenched he couldn't get the words out of his head or let the anger get to him. Something that usually never happened.

And as he let the water run down his body, washing away most of the frustrations, he thought about the mix of emotions within him.

William was torn between the pride he felt when showing you off as his girlfriend and the jealousy he felt when reading the comments on your photo.

Sitting in his stall, he once again opened your Instagram and studied how beautiful you looked in yours and Emily’s pictures. You shone like a million diamonds, and a great part of him felt content about how the fans seemed to be jealous of him being your boyfriend. In fact, it sort of made him smile a little, but what swiftly had his smile disappear was when he saw a comment from someone that appeared to have a name similar to your ex-boyfriend.

"Shit, baby! You look so beautiful ❤️ I know I probably shouldn't be commenting here, but I just couldn't resist! Can't believe I ever let you go…"

William felt his heart stop for a brief moment. Who the fuck did he think he was, commenting on your post like this?

He almost threw his phone across the room, but a message from Calle stopped him.

C: “Hey man, what’s going?”

Willy: “What do you mean?”

*C has sent a link*

It was a video from an unofficial sports channel, discussing the headline: “William Nylander rages over girlfriend’s Instagram post!”

And he couldn’t help but let out a sarcastic chuckle. These fucking reporters, he thought – they surely work quick, and for what? A story based on a lie.

Yet, he still couldn’t contemplate how his emotions stirred within him.

Should he be proud of how everyone was jealous about his gorgeous girlfriend, or should he be angry because they were trying to flirt with you?

As he stepped into the condo, feeling the warmth of the home you'd built together over the past week, he leisurely walked into the lounge, where he found you snuggled up on the sofa with his dogs.

"Hey babe," you greeted with a smile, though it dimmed slightly when you turned, and his lack of joy was evident. "What's wrong?" you asked, concerned.

But William simply approached you, stood between the coffee table and the sofa, and without uttering a word, he fixed his gaze on you.

And your eyes were intensely locked, you sensed that something was amiss.

But again, without a word, William just leaned down and kissed you. It was passionate, almost urgent, yet gentle and intimate.

He held your face in his large hands, drawing you in with his energy, prompting you to slowly rise from your seat, moving with him as he guided you away from the sofa.

A weighty silence hung in the air as William effortlessly lifted you in his arms and then carried you to the bedroom, where he began to gently undress you.

His movements were deliberate, purposeful yet gentle, as if he had a mission. He made sure to caress every part of you as he removed your clothes, leaving you standing before him in nothing but your lace thong.

You found yourself almost frozen in place, a mixture of fear about his intentions and curiosity about what would happen next swirling in your mind. And with bated breaths, you followed his every move, the silence in the room heavy with anticipation.

Standing before the bed, you waited, expecting his command. Then he approached from behind, and you felt the warmth of his body against yours, both of you in just your underwear. His bare chest pressed against your back, and his large hand gently encircled your throat, pulling you back against him.

His forceful action elicited a gasp from you, but you couldn't help but lean into his touch, feeling the safety and warmth he provided. Closing your eyes, you felt the firmness of his grip, not restricting your airway but simply asserting his dominance, and his breath hot against your ear as he spoke:

“I fucking love you, du är min prinsessa, don’t ever forget that.” Though his words were sweet, his voice was rough and husky, sending a shiver down your spine.

And when releasing his hold, you let out a small gasp.

"I’m yours," you said softly.

"And you trust me?"

"Yes," you simply replied.

Leaning in closer, he took a deep breath before continuing.

"If you want me to slow down, say yellow. If you want me to stop, say blue. Do you understand?"

You nodded gently.

"Then say it," he instructed.

"Yellow to slow down, and blue to stop," you repeated.

"Good girl," William murmured, a sense of satisfaction evident in his tone.

And as you stood there, waiting for him to proceed, you suddenly felt his warmth gone, before a silky fabric, gently covered your eyes. It was probably one of his ties, you thought,

"Bend over."

His command was delivered in a low, dark tone, and you could almost sense his smug satisfaction behind you as you, now blindfolded, let your hands find the bed for support.

"Are these new underwear from today?" he asked almost mockingly, to which you nodded and emitted a confirming hum. But that only had him tear them off your body, the fabric cutting into your skin, causing you to again gasp softly.

His hands then came to caress your cheeks, massaging them gently before slightly spreading them apart.

“So gorgeous.”

You weren’t really sure what to anticipate, as you had absolutely no idea what was going on inside William’s head, yet you were inexplicably curious to find out.

And while trying to control your breathing, you suddenly felt some sort of liquid sliding down between your cheeks, which William then used his thumb to very gently nudge around your tightest opening. Whether it was lubricant or saliva, you had no idea; all you knew was that it granted him access to carefully press his thumb inside you.

"Oh," you moaned, feeling a slight twinge of pain, yet it was quickly replaced by pleasure.

But William only massaged your opening for a brief moment before withdrawing his thumb. And instead, he replaced it with something cold and metallic - the small butt plug you’d used before. Very slowly, he pressed the plug against your opening, with care letting it past the tight muscles and inside you.

You released another breath, trying to relax your body, just like you'd practiced the last time you explored this particular area. And as the plug was set in place, you could feel how it stimulated your inside.

"Does it feel good, baby?" William then asked, his voice caring hints of satisfaction and care.

"Yes," you softly moaned, before feeling his fingers slowly trace down between your legs, encouraging you to spread them a little further as his digits began exploring your sensitive flesh.

And you couldn’t suppress the sounds of pleasure that escaped your lips as his fingers circled your clit before delicately toying with your entrance, and slowly pressing two inside, curling and scissoring as he pumped within you.

“Shit, already so wet, baby,” he remarked with a grin.

"Oh yes, Willy," you let out with heavy breaths, feeling yourself clench around both his fingers as well as the metal plug in your ass. But just as you were starting to feel pleasure slowly building within your body, William withdrew from your warmth.

"Get on the bed, on your back," he commanded.

And without question, you obeyed, using your hands to guide yourself onto the mattress.

"Hands above your head," you heard William instruct, and once again, you complied. "And keep them there."

You then felt his body straddle yours as he leaned over and tied your wrists together with something you assumed was another piece of fabric – perhaps a scarf from his collection. Then with your wrists firmly secured, William left his position. You tried to listen for any sounds he made, but there were no clear indications of what was going on. Only footsteps and something, clinking maybe?

You felt your heartbeat quicken as you waited for what would happen next, and fortunately, you didn’t have to wait long. Sensing movement between your legs, you felt William kneeling before you, his hands slowly moving up your legs, pulling you a little closer. Your body ached for more intimate touch, craving more than just the stimulation from the butt plug.

“You’re so beautiful,” you heard William whisper, and just as you curved a little smile, you were surprised by something cold on your lips. William kissed you, holding an ice cube between his lips, and the heat from both of you causing it to slowly melt, a drop of water running down the side of your mouth and down your jaw.

Then, William began to move further down, ensuring the ice cube touched your skin at all times as he dragged it with his lips. Down your chin, your neck, then to your collarbone and between your breasts. He continued downward, just past your navel, and finally to the top of your core.

And you couldn’t help but let out a small gasp as you felt the sting of cold on your skin, yet you also knew you had to lie still, keeping your hands in place if you wanted the next treat.

"Not moving your hands, huh? Good girl."

William's praise was like music to your ears, signalling you deserved what was to come next. Positioned between your legs, you barely had a moment to process before you felt his cold mouth on your heat.

"Oh, shit!" you moaned loudly as the mix of chill and warmth sent a pleasurable rush coursing through your body. And the sensation only intensified as William continued to pleasure you, mixing his saliva with your juices, sucking and flicking your clit and the sensitive flesh around your entrance. Needless to say, you were thoroughly enjoying it, your moans and deep breaths echoing in the room as his skilled mouth worked its magic, all the while the metal plug adding to the thrill.

"Fuck! Willy... I can't!" you cried out, finding it difficult to remain still, struggling to keep your hands in place with pleasure clouding your mind. And just as you moved your hands to grab onto his hair, William withdrew his mouth, and strained your wrists back down.

"Thought you were being a good girl, baby... so disappointed," he remarked, his tone tinged with both disappointment and content.

Your anticipation for climax remained unfulfilled, yet you couldn't deny the arousal sparked by William's husky voice and dominant demeanour. And with a swift motion, William took a strong hold of your thighs and turned you onto your elbows and knees, fully exposing your ass to him, including the little diamond plug.

A satisfied grin adorned William's face as he admired you, but he also knew you needed to be disciplined for not following his orders.

And as you tried to control your breaths, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden change in position, you let out a loud moan, almost a shriek, as you felt a strong slap across your ass cheek – another painful sting mixed with pleasure as you clenched around the butt plug.

And then another slap followed.

It felt undeniably good, yet also a bit overwhelming. But you didn’t want it to end, not just yet.

Though you couldn’t see anything, you sensed that William was flashing a smirk behind you, his breathing almost audible. But then, something else caught your attention – William’s tip pressing against your entrance. And with a firm grip on your waist, he eased himself into your depths, eliciting synchronised moans.

It felt so good as he filled you up like that, yet you also felt a level of overstimulation as both your holes were being pleasured.

And as he began to rock his hips, letting his cock massage your walls, you soon felt a new wave of orgasm building up. But William's thrusts showed no intention of allowing you to slowly build to climax; they were rough and forceful, devoid of any romance.

You could hear the sounds of his moans mixed with the loud slapping of skin behind you. And as the rhythm was relentless, driving deeper and deeper, you knew it wouldn’t be long before you reached a peak with this intensity.

“Willy… please,” you begged as you felt your muscles clenching once again, and this time he allowed you to reach the pinnacle, fucking you harder and pushing you over the edge. And you cried out as you surrendered to the intense orgasm.

But there was no time to catch your breath as William continued to fuck you through the euphoria. You could almost feel your cunt dripping with evidence of your climax, mixed with sweat from both of you.

And it was becoming too much. William had no mercy as he overstimulated your walls with every thrust.

“Yel-…” you tried to speak in a hushed voice. It wasn’t easy. “Yell…”

But William didn’t hear you; the noises of rough sex merely drowned out your whisper.

Yet just as you were about to try and form the word "blue," you suddenly felt William stop and pull out from your heat. And a sense of relief washed over you, yet you knew he hadn’t finished yet, so you couldn’t relax too much.

Without hesitation, he flipped you over onto your back once again, using one hand to pin your hands above your head, and re-entering you in missionary position.

It felt as though your body had completely surrendered to him, melding into his movements with each powerful thrust. You tried to scream between your moans that you were on the brink of another orgasm, but words failed you. And instead, you simply gave in to the overwhelming intensity, your mind clouded by pleasure as your boyfriend moved relentlessly inside you.

Helpless and at his mercy, all you could do was obey as he continued to ravage you. Though, you couldn't understand what had gotten into him; it was becoming increasingly evident that his desire was insatiable.

"Shit, baby... I'm gonna come..." you suddenly heard him breathe out above you, and with his other hand, William pushed aside the fabric covering your eyes, restoring your sight and meeting his gaze.

“I wanna see your eyes.”

Covered in sweat, he continued to rock his hips, a crooked smirk across his lips as he stared down at you, noticing your tears of pleasure.

And as he then felt himself nearing his own release, he used a hand to wrap around your throat again, exerting a slight pressure without being too forceful. Shutting his eyes tight and determined to reach his climax, he thrust a little harder.

"Oh, fuck!"

With a few final powerful pounds, William let out a deep grunt and released his seed inside you, emptying himself completely, as he filled you up. His body almost gave way as he reached his peak, his legs trembling beneath him, and his lungs fighting for air.

It was undoubtedly the most intense sex you had both ever experienced. The way William had fucked you hard and good, and you had reached orgasms too numerous to count amidst the heated session.

Then gently releasing his grip around your throat and wrists, he slowly pulled out and untied your hands.

William remained silent at first. He simply knelt back, gazing down at your exhausted form, regaining control of his breathing. And you too had to gradually return to reality, blinking a few times as you looked up at him, meeting his intense gaze while starting to feel sensation returning to your body.

Both of you were a mess, with sweat and cum soaking the mattress.

"Shit, are you alright, älskling?" William inquired, peering down at you with concern evident in his eyes as he noticed the redness between your legs and on your wrists.

But despite feeling like you had been torn apart, you also experienced a sense of pleasure. And to reassure him, you mustered up an exhausted smile, understanding how important it was for him to know that you had enjoyed it too.

"Yes, Will, I feel fantastic," you murmured gently.

"Really?" he sought confirmation.

You nodded, prompting a faint giggle. "Yes, although I do feel I need to remove the butt plug, my ass feels a tad sore…"

William chuckled in response, gently assisting you in removing the toy with deliberate movements. And naturally, he took good care of you in the shower, as both of you needed to rinse off, tenderly washing each other and expressing all the love and affection that hadn’t been present during sex.

Then returning to bed, William held you close, radiating nothing but sensitivity.

"Was I too rough with you?" he asked as you both lay on your sides, facing each other with William's arm around you.

"A bit, but I also really liked it," you assured him, offering a sweet smile.

"Good, that's good. I only want you to feel great, even when I'm taking control like that," he said, his smile lopsided.

But slowly your smile faded as you wondered about his peculiar behaviour this evening.

"Is something wrong, Willy?" you asked softly.

"No, everything's fine," he replied, but you weren't convinced.

"Come on, I know you like being dominant in bed, but this was different from anything else we've done…"

And finally, William let out a deep sigh and rolled onto his back, contemplating how to articulate his thoughts.

"I suppose I got a bit worked up," he began slowly. "Like I wasn't sure how to feel. On one hand, I felt almost angry after seeing those comments on your Instagram post…"

"Oh…" you murmured, propping your head up with an arm. "So, that's what's been bothering you?" you asked softly.

"Well, yes, but not entirely," he said, giving you a soft smirk and shifting onto his side again to face you, leaning on his elbow. "Because then I thought about it, and even though I don’t like it when men flirt with you online - I mean, I could honestly punch some of them - I remembered how much I love you, how proud I am to have you as my girlfriend, and that I’m the one who has a future with you… so, to be honest, I don’t really care about what they think or write. It just makes me even happier knowing that they’re jealous of me being with you."

And as William shared his deep thoughts and concerns, you couldn't help but feel a rush of happiness from his words.

"Willy, I love you too, and… please don’t think too much about what’s on the internet. If I had to spend my time reading everything women write about you, I’d never get anything done," you said with a light chuckle, your eyes meeting his in a tender gaze.

"I know… and you're amazing for brushing it off," he said with gratitude.

"Well, it's not always easy… but what truly matters is how we feel about each other."

"Exactly – I guess, it was just mainly your ex's comment that really got to me."

You couldn’t help but laugh a little as William admitted that your ex had managed to hit a nerve.

"Oh, forget about him, babe… I love you far more than I could ever love him."

"Yeah, I know," William chuckled softly, gently biting his lower lip before continuing. "But honestly, I feel pretty good about it. Knowing that he still wants you, but that you’re mine now."

His expression showed a hint of amusement as he reassured himself that he had nothing to fear, and that your ex was the one who’d lost in this scenario. And you couldn’t help but smile as you observed his smug expression, a sense of shared enjoyment settling between you.

"I am yours, Willy – you’re the only one I want to be with, to start a family with, and to grow old and wrinkly alongside," you spoke softly as you caressed his cheek.

And suddenly, it felt as if all the negative emotions of jealousy and anger had dissipated, as you both understood the solid foundation of your relationship. The strength of the bond between you, and how there was no need to worry about the outside world and their attempts to drive you apart.

Yet, as the comfortable silence lingered, William felt the urge to break it.

"You know... I have a feeling Tony might have a little crush on you..."

He wasn't entirely sure why he brought it up, but a small part of him was curious to hear your thoughts. And despite being caught off guard by his words, you maintained a calm expression.

"Really?"

"Yeah... I mean, he hasn't said anything, but..." William trailed off wiht a soft chuckle.

"Hmm... Well, he's nothing compared to you, Willy,” you spoke confidently, looking deep into his ocean blue eyes as you flashed him a sweet smile.

"I know, älskling,” he chuckled darkly, flashing a satisfied grin once again. “I know.”

#18+#Inexperienced!reader x Willy #SlutsforPresidentNylander #wn88 imagine #william nylander imagine #nhl smut #william nylander smut #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine

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todoroki-waifu · 10 months

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Can i request a story about the reader being in another school that is a rival of easton even though reader and rayne are a couple? Thanks💞 (im sorry if this is a weird idea i just thought it up in my head😅)

Note: Thank you for this! And it's not weird at all! It was a cute idea. Not sure how I feel about how I wrote this, but I hope you still like it. Also, Luke is a random character I made up.

Rayne x Reader

Warning: Female reader, cursing, and a guy hitting on/bothering the reader to be his.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count:828

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Your excitement was increasing with every step as you approached Easton Academy. Your dorm mate is beside you, talking about today's event. There was a duelo match at Easton and your school was playing against them. Schoolwork had kept you and Rayne from physically seeing each other, but you still found ways to communicate.

You and Rayne have been together for a little over a year now, but only a select few knew this. You both weren't ashamed of your relationship, but you agreed it was best to not announce it so loudly. You couldn't deal with people digging deep into your personal business and you knew it'd only fuel rumors and gossip since your boyfriend was from Easton. Despite your schools having history with each other, it didn't stop the two of you from falling for each other.

"I have a feeling the match is gonna go into overtime." You hear your roommate as you search for your boyfriend. You planned on sitting beside each other to watch the game.

"Yeah? You think?"

"I'm pretty sure! Both teams are at the top this season."

"You're not wrong there." It didn't matter to you who won, you were more focused on being able to hug Rayne again. A voice shouts your name and your eyes target its source. You groan at the approaching male with his friends not too far behind, your roommate cursing at his presence.

"Hey there, ___(y/n)! You ready to cheer me on?"

"Hey, Luke..." You forced out a polite smile.

"We gotta go and grab some seats. Bye!" __(r/n) links her arm with yours, attempting to pull you away from Luke and his team.

"Oh c'mon, stop cockblocking. I wanna talk to my girlfriend." Luke interferes with your escape route.

"Don't call me that. I already told you that I have a boyfriend." You glare, your patience thinning rapidly the more you are around the duelo captain.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're just playing hard to get." He slips between you and __(r/n), draping his arm over your shoulders. You immediately create distance between the two of you, your eyebrows knitting together.

"No, I'm not. Just like how I've told you many, many times before, I'm happily taken."

"That's just a lie." Luke steps closer to you once again. "You're always saying that."

"And I'm going to keep saying it." You were praying that someone would just date this idiot so he'd finally leave you alone. But all the other girls knew better.

"It's just that I've never seen or heard about him before." You feel your hand being taken in his and lures you close to his body. "If you really have a boyfriend, then where is he?"

"Right here." Fingers grip tightly on Luke's wrist, granting you freedom. You automatically knew who it was because only one voice made your heart jump. You whisper his name, your blonde and black haired boyfriend now blocking Luke's view from you. Scum like him didn't deserve to lay eyes on his girlfriend.

"Hey man, let go!" Luke's shout attracts a large audience from both academies. “Who the hell are you?”

"I’m ___(y/n)’s boyfriend.”

“What? Yeah right! I’ve never seen you two together!”

“It is none of your concern whether you have seen us together or not. If she has told you that she was already dating someone, you should have ceased your annoying advances from the beginning.”

It was almost as if Ranye’s golden orbs were eerily glowing the longer he held his gaze at the duelo captain.

“Che, whatever! I ain't wasting any more time with you. I got a match to win.” Luke pulls his hand back, trying to rub the pain away without seeming affected by the Sword Cane’s strength. Rayne ignores his comment, for now, and tends to you immediately.

"Are you alright?" He inspects for any physical injuries and distress in your eyes.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." Rayne gently rests his hand on your cheek, rubbing the soft skin under his thumb. You smile into his touch, leaning into it. His lips slightly tug downard at the thought of you having gone through that boy's pestering for quite some time. Rayne heard you complain about your multiple rejections. He couldn't blame you since you respected the promise you both made in regards to hiding each other's identity. Also, knowing you, you didn't want to worry the magic blade user.

Well, he couldn't allow that to continue. He breathes out your name, his other hand claiming your free cheek.

"I think it's time to let everyone know our little secret." Rayne lays his lips over yours delicately, ignoring the various noises from the onlookers. You couldn't help but melt into his kiss, pressing yourself a bit closer to him. It felt so liberating and exciting now that you both can show each other off. He wanted it to be clear who exactly your mystery boyfriend was.

#mashle x reader #rayne ames x reader #rayne x reader #rayne x you #rayne x y/n #Rayne Ames x you #Rayne Ames x y/n #Rayne fluff #Rayne Ames fluff #Rayne imagines #Rayne Ames imagines #mashle x you #mashle fluff #mashle imagines #rayne ames drabble #rayne drabble #mashle drabble

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rapz-rites · 1 year

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Goldfish

Damon's Wayne x Reader established relationship

You and Damian go grocery shopping together for the first time.

A/N: This was requested. I very much appreciate any feedback and criticism so let me have it.

Word Count: 4.3k +

Warnings: Kissing, Damian arguing with a child 😭

It’s been almost a month since you and Damian moved in together. You didn’t expect him to, knowing about his nightlife. You thought it would be easier for him if he lived at the manor, and it was. He had everything he would need at the manor. But not you.

He wanted to move in with you to show you he was committed. And he was. He was there for the entire process. He was right by your side from picking a condo to buying it (yes buy not rent) to picking out the decoration. He even gave his input, unlike some batboys cough cough that would be like “whatever you like babe”.

You didn’t know that Damian had paid the condo off. Every time you gave him money for bills or anything he would put it into a fund for the future, for retirement, a bigger place, or an emergency… or kids.

Since you two moved in you would just buy groceries as you needed them. But this was going to change. For the past week, you had come up with a list of foods needed. You even went to Alfred for the ingredients needed for some dishes.

Now you and Damian are at the grocery store. You both agreed to go by ONLY what’s on the list. So, when he wasn’t looking you added a few snacks to the list.

Grocery shopping with Damian was a bit more difficult than you thought. You thought you would be able to get whatever you wanted from the list and not too much input from him unless you asked. You were wrong.

There was something that both you and Damian got different brands of. Either something was better quality or we grew up using it. So with you got your brand or Damian’s brand or both. Relationships are about compromise.

“I got the parmesan cheese,” you say looking at the list as you put the cheese in the cart.

“Beloved you got the wrong one,” Damian quips.

“No, I didn’t. This is the one I’ve always gotten” you reply.

“Alfred always gets Kraft,” says Damian.

You turn to Damian with a look of shock. Luckily for Damian, he's known you long enough to know the next words out of your mouth were going to be pure sarcasm.

“Wait! You guys don't get it imported straight from a little old couple that runs a cheese farm in Europe every day?”

“'Let's just get both. You love pasta enough to eat it every day so you'll always need cheese.” You chuckled at Damian's comment. You patted his shoulder and moved on to get the next ingredient on the list.

You were at the end of the list, the best part: the snacks. Damian saw the last snack on the list, your favorite: Goldfish. So, Damian decided to be an amazing boyfriend and get them for you.

Damian went to the next aisle over and stood in front of the store’s Goldfish selection. He didn't want to get you a small bag. You would finish it in a day, 2 max.

That's when he saw it. The largest bag of goldfish they had, and the last one too. He knew he could score brownie points for this. All the kisses and cuddles you would give him. He would NEVER ask for it though. Then a girl came by him asking him for the same box of Goldfish.

“Hey, mister. Can you get me that box of Goldfish please?” she looked at him.

“Sorry but it's mine.”

“Aren't you too old for that?” Damian looked at her with much offense.

“Excuse you. I'm only 22. How old are you? Where are your parents?”

“Listen here old-”

When you noticed Damian wasn't by your side anymore, you went into the next aisle to find him talking to a teen girl.

“Hey! What's going on?”

They both started talking at once.

“Hey hey hey! One at a time please.”

The girl spoke up first.

“I just wanted Goldfish. But your boyfriend here won't let me.”

You understood what was going on. You walked up to Damian, took the big carton of Goldfish, and gave it to her. Her eyes lit up at the site of the catron in her hands.

“That you miss. By the way you're way too good for him” she whispers the last part, but loud enough for Damian to hear. He grunts, and with that the girl treads off happily with her goldfish.

“You like me so much that you would argue with a teenage girl to get me Goldfish,” you say, hugging him. You looked up at him and he hugged you back.

You checked to make sure no one else was in the aisle before you kissed him, and he kissed you back.

“I'll give you unlimited kisses and attention and…” you look at him flirtatiously.

“Mhmm. Can't wait” he says kissing you back.

You lightly push him away from you. He looked offended and confused.

“Come on Mister Wayne, we need to finish shopping.”

I actually really like this one, I hope you guys do too

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne #damian al ghul #damian al ghul x reader #damian wayne x you #Damian Al ghul x you

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3.89 Lose control

During our conversation about pre-wedding activities, Sophia and I found the idea of having a party appealing, but we had reservations about the traditional bachelor and bachelorette party. I'd never been to one, but I'd heard stories about them. Getting wasted and dancing with other women didn't appeal to me at all. My party didn't have to follow that formula; we could spend the night however I wanted. But the real reason we were anxious was because we both we both had a small circle of friends. We loved kicking it with our respective squads, but a party with just one or two sims wouldn't be lit.

"What if we did a joint co-ed party?" she offered.

That was the most brilliant idea, and it relieved us both. I mean, the whole point of a bachelor/bachelorette party was just to hang out with friends and have a good time, right? Who's to say we couldn't do that together? Our friends and their plus ones were enough sims for a fun, intimate party.

We tried to take Mama's advice and not show up early this time and walked in with the first wave. Heh, if Sophia had agreed to my offer earlier, we could have been super late, but let's not dwell on that. While getting a drink, I saw Alessia. I was low-key pissed, to be honest. Not enough to make a scene or even snub her all night, but we were definitely not okay.

Dub snuck up on me, and I almost dropped my drink.

"This is a nice place," he said. "The food selection is...interesting."

"Yeah. I guess I should have been more specific when I requested light refreshments."

"It's all good. Nothing like a little natural sugar to get you pumped up!"

"That's right. I expect to see everyone dancing, Dubstep."

"Dubstep??"

"Yeah! I think it's about time I gave you a nickname."

"But Dubstep though? I can't stand that music! It's everywhere at home!"

"Sorry, dude. I'm not often this clever. It's sticking!"

"Ugh! You better be glad your name can only be shortened, or I'd come up with something annoying for you too!"

"HA! Thank you, granddad I never met, for a boring name."

"Oh, hi Dub," Sophia said. "Thanks for coming!"

"Of course I'd come. I gotta make sure my boy Luc stays out of trouble!"

Sophia laughed.

"That's kind of you, but totally unnecessary."

I loved she said that. We had several conversations about my female friends, and she always expressed her acceptance of them. I believed her, but part of me wondered if she was actually cool with it or just trying to avoid conflict. Those conversations triggered her sometimes, and I knew she was still dealing with scars her ex-trash man inflicted. I never gave her a reason to doubt me, and I intended to keep it that way. Even so, her display of trust touched me deeply.

Less and Justin were chilling in the corner, probably relieved that I was busy. Did they keep in touch? Probably not. Regardless, I was happy they maintained a small connection, even though I still believed he was much too old for her. Once Rashidah and her husband showed up, Sophia hit the dance floor and got the party going. I sat down and watched her, mesmerized by the thought that tomorrow she would be my wife.

Chi Chi latched onto Maia as soon as she arrived and did not let her go. When Dub noticed, he not-so-casually got closer and watched their every move. I don't know why I thought it was funny, but I laughed anyway. Seeing him transition through this relationship, going from uncertainty about pursuing it to worrying about someone encroaching on them, was fun to watch. I knew Chi Chi was harmless, but he didn't, so I didn't laugh too hard. Still, what was Maia thinking? She was so gracious to endure all that talking for two nights straight. I knew all too well how draining it could be, trying to keep up with all the words that flew out of her mouth.

I eventually finished my drink and got out there to shake it with everyone. Poor Dub didn't even take one step and spent the whole night watching Maia and Chi Chi. I made a mental note to talk to him about it before we left, so it didn't become a big deal later on.

The fruity drinks were lame, so I invited everyone to the bar downstairs and bought us a round. The thumping bass from the DJ downstairs reverberated through the walls, injecting a surge of energy into our group. Moving the party downstairs was a genius move. The room was buzzing with excitement. Lively conversations and laughter filled the air. In the midst of all the excitement, I spotted Less trying to slip away, but I quickly caught her eye and called her out.

"Where were you last night?"

"What?"

"The engagement dinner? You didn't show."

She shrugged.

"I didn't want to go."

I needed a moment before replying, because her response struck a nerve. Her indifference was no stranger to me; I'd been dealing with it my whole life. It annoyed me then, and triple annoyed me now. I usually coped with it by ignoring her, but this was something I could not shrug off.

"You couldn't at least call and tell me you weren't coming?"

"I guess. Why are you so upset? You had the dinner and now this party. They're pretty much the same thing, so why do I have to come to both?"

I was teetering on the edge of losing my cool, and it caught me off guard. Despite all the challenges I faced in my life, I could never truly feel angry. I could've been mad at Dad taking us away from Mama, but I was just a little kid and more scared than anything. I couldn't bring myself to be angry with Mama for breaking up our family because my love for her was too strong. Less always got on my nerves, and I could've been mad at her countless times, but I felt pressured to always be in control as the oldest, especially since she always copied me. I just wanted to experience losing control for once, but was that the moment to waste my chance? In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't that serious. Less was just being Less, and as much as it pained me to overlook it again, I just took a few deep breaths and re-centered myself before responding.

"You're my sim of honor, Less. Does that even mean anything to you? We were doing toasts, and you weren't there. Dub did a toast for me, and we just met. Maybe I should have asked him or Maira to be my sim of honor."

"I'm sorry, Luca! I thought it was just a casual dinner or something. I didn't think you'd be mad."

I sighed and shook my head at her.

"You never do, Less."

Speaking of Dub, I saw him stewing on the sidelines, so I let Less go and went to de-escalate him.

"Am I crazy?" he asked as I sat down. "Is she really that bold that she would try to take my girl in front of my face?"

I was glad to have something comical to take my mind off my annoying sister.

"She's harmless, man. A bit of a flirt, yes, and she talks a lot, but she would never do that to you. She's sweet."

"Brooo! The talking! I thought maybe she liked me too because she had me hemmed up all night last night. I barely escaped in time to make a toast!"

I laughed.

"Believe me...I am aware. I feel like she has a word quota she has to reach every day or she'll explode or something."

"Yeah, and she's spending it all on us!"

"Seriously... But for real...I really appreciate you doing that last night. My sister should have been the one making that toast, but she wasn't there, and that really hurt my feelings."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I got you, bro. Whatever you need."

"I appreciate that, Dubstep."

"HEY!"

Dub and Maia by @mysimsloveaffair

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #wade banks #maia tilley #luca winston murillo #alessia amina murillo #sophia aguilar #xochitl luna #banks collab

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lucy90712 · 5 months

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Road to recovery- part 3

masterlist Gavi stayed quiet for the next few hours which I used to do some of my uni work as I've neglected it a bit this past week despite having not gone anywhere. I only stopped when someone brought us both in some food for dinner which made me realise how hungry I was after not eating anything since yesterday before my surgery. I will admit the food didn't look exactly appetising but I was so hungry that I tried my best to ignore the look and the taste.

"How are you eating that it's disgusting" Gavi said taking me completely by surprise

"I'm starving I haven't eaten since midnight yesterday so I'll take anything although this isn't great" I said

"Well I'm going to get someone to bring me some food do you want anything?" He asked

"If you don't mind that would be amazing I'll find way to pay you back" I said

"There's no need for that I offered so I'll pay" he said

After earlier I expected him to not like me and to just ignore me until we leave but clearly he either wasn't as bothered by my questions as I thought or he has a very short memory. Not knowing much about Gavi I didn't have any idea of what he'd be like but knowing he's a famous footballer I assumed he'd be a bit arrogant and maybe not the nicest person but my assumption seems to be very wrong. The fact that he offered to get food for me and pay for it changed all of my assumptions about Gavi as there's not many people out there that would do that for a stranger let alone someone like him who has no need to even speak to me.

Gavi asked me if I had any preferences on what he ordered but I told him to just get whatever he wanted as he was paying and I'll eat anything. I imagine he usually has a diet to follow like I do but if there is any occasion where we can break it without being told off I imagine that's now. Although I can't wait to get back to training and competing I think I'm going to enjoy the break from the strict routines and diets as for me that's the hardest part.

"So how did you end up here?" Gavi asked breaking my train of thought

"I was practicing a new vault for a competition as I'm a gymnast and I landed right on my leg and now I'm here" I said

"You're a gymnast that's cool I don't really understand much about gymnastics but what level if that's the right word do you compete at?" He probed further

"It's not easy to describe but I was selected for the olympic team for next year but that's not going to happen now" I said

"I'm sorry I know exactly how that feels it's the euros in the summer too and I'm going to miss that" he said

"Yeah it sucks but my brother always tells me things happen for a reason so I'm gong to take this set back and use it to motivate me to get even better" I said

"I don't think I ever asked what your name is I'm sorry" he said

"Don't worry about it I'm Lola but the way" I said as I reached over to shake his hand which made him laugh

"It's nice to meet you Lola I'm Pablo or more people call me Gavi but I assume you knew that already" he laughed

"Do your friends call you Gavi or Pablo?" I asked out of curiosity

"They mostly call me Gavi but my family calls me Pablo but you can call me whatever I'll answer to either" he said

Pablo and I kept talking and getting to know each other even when Pablo's dad brought us the food he ordered we kept talking in between taking bites. He told me all about football but also more about him as a person which I enjoyed listening to as its always nice to get to know the person behind what the media see and he's truly a lovely person. I got the sense that Pablo is the type of person you can't help but love once you get to know him as there doesn't appear to be a bad bone in his body. Out of all the famous footballers I could've ended up here with I'm glad it's Pablo as he's actually really normal and fun to talk to.

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Overnight Pablo and I didn't sleep much as we spent a lot of time talking and then we watched movies together until we must've both eventually fallen asleep. I was woken up by a nurse coming in to do her regular checks and then another doctor came in and made sure both Pablo and I were up so he could tell us that after lunch we would be discharged but first we both had physio sessions one after the other. As he had his surgery first Pablo went for this physio first so I used the opportunity to get up and brush my teeth and hair as I know I look a mess after yesterday. I also texted my brother so he would know when to come and get me as he promised to pick me up or more like volunteered himself as he's sure I'm lying about sharing a room with the Pablo Gavi.

Once Pablo was back I had my physio session which wasn't much fun as it just left me in a lot of pain. With how hard it was to even move my knee a little bit it made me feel quite down about my chances of having a speedy recovery and getting back to training any time soon but it can only get better as time goes on right. When I got back Pablo seemed to sense that I wasn't feeling so chipper anymore as he made his way over and gave me a hug or at least his best attempt while using crutches. I didn't know how much I needed a hug until Pablo hugged me, somehow it just made me feel so much better it was exactly what I needed to lift my spirits and being in his arms made me feel weirdly at home. As we both packed our things ready to be discharged he kept me talking about anything other than sport or our injuries which was really thoughtful of him.

Before I knew it the doctor said we were free to leave so the both of us quickly text whoever was coming to pick us up then we just had to wait. My brother knew we would be getting discharged not long after midday so he was already in the area so it didn't take long before he was knocking on the door to our room. Once he came in I couldn't help but smile as he got to see that I wasn't lying just because I was bored I have actually been sharing a room with Pablo this whole time.

"Are you ready to go sis?" Alonso asked me

"Yeah just give me one minute to go to the bathroom" I said

"Hey man it's nice to meet you thanks for keeping her company in here" Alonso said to Pablo trying to find a reason to talk to him

"It's no problem she's lovely it was nice sharing a room with her" I heard Pablo say making me blush a little as I came out the bathroom

"Lola before you go can I have your number I think it would be good for both of us if we kept in touch" Pablo asked while scratching his neck clearly nervous

"Of course give me your phone and I'll put my number in" I said

Once I handed him his phone back Alonso took my bag and we walked out the hospital together. Alonso wouldn't stop staring at me as I focused on making my way out of the hospital and into the car which was harder than I though as I have no movement in my knee which you really take for granted when you have it. Even once we were in the car Alonso didn't go anywhere he still just stared at me.

"Do you have anything you want to say?" I asked

"First of all you weren't lying and secondly you gave him your number I just don't know how you managed that" he said

"I'm just the best that's how I managed it" I laughed

"But seriously I have no idea I don't think the past 24 hours will ever feel real" I said

Alonso drove me back to my apartment and helped me get settled before he left as he has his own life to live. Seeing as I was finally alone and feeling a bit better about life I decided to take a selfie to share with my followers as I know some people care about my journey and are worried about the fact that I didn't attend the last competition.

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We Make Our Own Destiny: Ageless (Prologue)

Fandom: Smallville

Rating: E

Pairing: Clex

Word Count: 6433

Warnings: smut, bottom!Lex, foreplay, dirty talk, brief oral, rimming, multiple orgasms, anal fingering, anal, bottoming from the top, The Princess Bride references

Summary: Lex finally gets Clark Kent in his bed.

A/N: yeah, I lied. the prologue will now be three parts, not two. oops.

Part Two:

Lex found himself pinned to the solid oak door the second he closed it behind them, Clark's bulk pressed against him from chest to groin as the brunette dipped his head to capture his lips in a kiss.

"Clark! Didn't Martha tell you to behave", Lex asked with a groan, his head thudding back against the front door as he pulled away from that forever tempting mouth.

"And I did." Clark took advantage of Lex's exposed throat, skimming his teeth over the smooth column of skin hard enough to sting, but light enough that any resulting redness would fade away within minutes. "I kept my hands to myself the whole ride here."

"Wow, ten whole minutes. What a - oh, shit, yeah - a hardship."

"It was, actually, watching you handle that stick-shift. The only reason I managed was 'cause I didn't want you to end up wrapping the car around a tree. You need to stop driving so fast." Clark's broad hands clutched at Lex's waist, lifting him up, and Lex let instinct take over, his legs wrapping around Clark's hips. "You're...precious cargo, Lex, and better undamaged."

Lex heard the unspoken mine in that half-second pause, and an unexpected thrill of arousal coursed along his spine. He was his, had been for a long time, he just didn't expect to like being so owned, possessed. But Clark was his, too, that mutual claim an invisible tether drawing them together against all odds. A rougher nip to his collarbone pulled Lex from his thoughts, and with a groan, he tugged futilely at Clark's hair.

"God, can't…not here, Clark. The staff…"

And with a yelp of shock, Lex felt Clark's arms wind around his back, clutching him close as he sped through the foyer and up the stairs, only stopping once they'd reached the first landing.

"Your room, or mine?"

"Christ, Clark, warn me before you do that!"

Clark stifled a chuckle and nuzzled into Lex's neck.

"Sorry. You know I'd never drop you though, right?"

"I know, I'm just still getting used to the knowledge that you have all these abilities. Seeing, and feeling, them in action like this is a bit more than I was prepared for." Lex tucked his head into the crook of Clark's shoulder, hiding his eyes from the dizzying sight of the world moving past them in a blur. "Alright, my room."

Clark zipped them down the long hallway to where he knew, thanks to a few instances of curious snooping, Lex's bedroom to be. He'd only ever seen the room through the skewed perspective of his x-ray vision, so when he stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind them, he set Lex on his feet and looked around the large space.

Easily the same size as his own, Lex's bedroom was not styled in the same dorm-room-meets-technophile chic that had been utilized in decorating Clark's. Much like the library-slash-office and the media room, Clark could tell that Lex had had a heavy hand in personally picking out the furnishings of the room; rather than the modern, sleek chrome and black leather he saw in the more public rooms of the house and Lionel's LuthorCorp office, the bedroom was tastefully strewn with carefully selected pieces of antique furniture. Each of which Clark was sure had a rich and storied history that Lex had memorized.

Hell, Clark suspected even the bed, that might even be slightly larger than even his own, had once belonged to some minor prince or duke a few hundred years ago. It was placed against the far wall, fitting perfectly within the broad strip of wall that was set between the wide stained-glass windows facing out towards the sprawling garden behind the manor. The windows themselves were currently shuttered away behind thick, velvet curtains of the darkest shade of purple Clark had ever seen.

A door lay off to the left side of the room, and flipping into his x-ray vision for a second, Clark confirmed his suspicion of it being a walk-in closet; one that was nearly as large as the main room. Off to the right, a slightly ajar door led the way to an extravagant bathroom. There were a couple of floor-to-ceiling bookshelves placed around the room, full of books similar in subject to those in the library, and one shelf completely filled with Warrior Angel comics, making Clark smile.

The main source of lighting came from an ornate ceiling fixture that was not quite a chandelier, but not not a chandelier, though there was a lamp on the bedside table that was set on the left side of the bed.

Lionel's decorative tastes had always seemed to smack of the nouveau riche, whereas Lex's private spaces tended to exude old money, and the bedroom was no exception. This looked like a place where Lex allowed himself to just be, all the masks he was forced to wear daily left outside in the gloomy stone hallway. Clark could see himself sharing this space…someday. Tucking themselves under the plush plum comforter after long days at their respective jobs, snuggling into each other's arms as sleep came. It was a room he could see a future in.

"Clark?" Lex's quizzical tone pulled him from his thoughts, and he turned around to see Lex now sprawled out on the bed, his feet bare and surprisingly arousing. Clark felt a dopey smile twist his lips as he watched Lex stretch up to take off his t-shirt, his slightly flagging erection rehardening as whipcord muscles and an expanse of pale, smooth skin were revealed to his sight. He'd seen him naked twice already, but he expected he'd never stop being amazed by the sight before him. "We don't have to have sex, you know? If you're not up to it."

Shaking off the look that he belatedly realized might come off more as sleepy than aroused, Clark let out a snort of laughter, toeing off his boots and crossing the room at a pace just this side of human.

"Trust me, between being a teenager, and alien stamina that seems to be powered by the sun, I'm pretty much always up for it."

The sound Lex made was somewhere between a hungry growl and a groan of despair as he pulled Clark down on the bed next to him as soon as he was in reach.

"God, you're going to wear me out before I'm thirty, aren't you?"

"Nah, with that Kryptonite-enhanced healing you've got going, I think you'll hold up pretty well until at least thirty-five."

"Smart-ass." Lex turned onto his side, propping himself on an elbow to look down at Clark, admiring the sight of him finally in his bed. For however long that lasted. "Seriously though, we haven't really talked everything out yet. Bad as my record for relationships may be, I do want this to work out, Clark. There's a lot you still don't know about my…activities…over the past year, and while I am going to try to get everything halted as soon as possible, with my father back in the picture…"

"Stop." Clark's voice was firm as he sat up, taking Lex's face gently in his hands. "I may not know everything, but I know enough for now. I know I trust you to do the right thing. No couple knows every single detail of the other person's life at the immediate start. It's been less than a day, Lex, I…can we just have one aspect of our lives be normal? Can we just let ourse get used to this, to being together, before delving into the difficult, complicated stuff?"

Looking into Clark's earnest, pleading, dazzling green eyes, Lex felt himself relax, slightly. Normal. Could he even do normal? And just how normal could a relationship really be, between an alien with a savior-complex and a meteor-mutated billionaire who was still clawing his way out of the clutches of his dictatorial father? There was no precedent for something like this, they would have to figure it out as they went through it, and hope for the best. The scientist in him both balked and thrilled at the prospect.

"Alright," the businessman in him won out, "we'll table it for now. But, I want you to stay away from Jason from now on. I don't trust him, or his mother. I think they have their own agenda in searching for the Stones, separate from even my father's reasons."

"I think you're right. About not trusting him. Even Lana was starting to question everything about their relationship; she said that's why she broke it off with him."

"Right," Lex took Clark's hands in his and stretched them up over their heads, pinning them against the headboard as he rolled himself over on top of Clark, half-straddling the broad chest, "now that we've got that all, mostly, settled, where were we?"

Clark gasped at the very sudden resurgence of his arousal, surprised once again by the fluid grace of Lex's movements as he unexpectedly went from beside him to on top of him. All thoughts of the Teagues, and Lana, and Lionel, and anything else they had just been talking about, flew from his mind as the solid, warm weight of his…boyfriend? lover?...of Lex, settled onto him, their fingers lacing above his head, Lex's dipping to press his lips to Clark's in a kiss that was way too slow for his liking. The instant Lex parted his lips, Clark flicked his tongue out, delving past them, seeking out Lex's and urging it into action. They'd done slow and sweet up in the loft, right now, he wanted the rush and urgency that had led them from the front door to here.

Lex let Clark take control of the kiss, following his lead when their tongues tangled, losing himself in Clark's need. He shifted, settling himself in Clark's lap, letting out a moan when he felt Clark's hardness against his own, regretting that they were both still way too clothed.

"Lex", Clark rasped out against his lips between kisses, barely remembering to let the other come up for air. "Oh, God, Lex, want you."

"Yeah? How do you want me, baby? Hmm?"

Clark bucked up, really wishing he could feel skin against skin.

"I want…oh, shit…want you in me this time, Lex."

Lex broke the kiss and let go of his hands, sitting up on Clark's thighs. Clark can't quite figure out the odd look on his face, so he shifts them, sitting up against the headboard and cupping Lex's cheek, the other hand bracing against the bare skin of his back.

"What? What's wrong?"

"I think we should wait before we take that step, Clark."

Clark felt the nervousness he didn't feel the night before make its appearance, confused and suddenly absent of all the self-confidence he'd had the last two times they'd made love. He let his hand drop back into his lap, glad now that he wasn't yet naked.

"I…is it me? Do you…do you not want me like that?"

Lex huffed a self-deprecating chuckle and this time, he was the one to take Clark's face in his hands, his eyes serious as they locked with Clark's.

"Oh, Clark, believe me, I want you. God, I want you, every way imaginable. But, think about it logically." Lex paused, deciding how to word it in less scientific and mathematical terms, knowing full well that Clark may be much more brilliant than his GPA might lead others to believe, but that the young, horny, nervous man probably wasn't firing on all cylinders right at that moment. "You know how, when you're in me, and I'm coming? The way I clench down on you…can you feel that, more than when I'm not?"

"Yeah…kinda. It's…it's like you're suddenly a bit tighter than usual. I mean, it doesn't hurt," Clark hurriedly added, not wanting Lex to think the feeling was painful for him, "it just feels…more. I…oh. Oh!"

"Yes. See, it's not that I don't want to be the one doing the fucking, but I don't think that's really an option right now. Even with all the care you take to keep yourself under control when we're having sex, it's a medical risk. Even humans can't completely control muscle tension during orgasm, Clark, and with your strength…"

"Ow. Yeah, I get it." Clark's face fell at the realization that he might never get to feel Lex's cock inside him, feel what Lex felt that made his eyes go wide when he thrust just so. Then a thought struck him. "What about Kryptonite? It weakens me. I could hold a piece in my hand and-"

"No!" Lex was staring down at him wearing a horrified expression. His grip tightened around Clark's face, though it was still far from painful. "You are not going to subject yourself to the effects of green Kryptonite just for the sake of having my dick up your ass, Clark! How could you even suggest that? I've seen what it does to you, Clark, and I am not going to condone recreational use of something that could end up disabling you."

Clark hadn't expected him to get so upset over the suggestion, and a lump swelled in his throat at how much Lex cared. He seemed just as angry about the hypothetical usage of Kryptonite as his mother had been when she'd caught him trying to use it in order to stay on the football team a few months ago.

"Okay! Lex, okay. We won't use it. I didn't mean to upset you, I just thought…"

Lex's grip loosened and he dipped his head down for a soft kiss, exuding his understanding. Of course he would love nothing more than to sink his cock into that virgin tight hole, stake his claim on the man he loved; but even as sadistic as he could, at times, be, he would never want to see Clark going through that kind of pain.

"I know what you thought, Clark, but the answer is no. At least for now. If it's something you really want to do, I can run some tests, try some experiments with the refined Kryptonite that's still at the factory…but it'll take time."

"I get it. And, thanks. But, when you're working with the Kryptonite, just, be careful. I really don't want to have to deal with another evil twin incident."

Lex shuddered at the thought. From what he'd been told of the incident where he'd split into two separate Lexs', with two separate and opposite personalities, an evil twin definitely wasn't something he wanted to deal with, either. Especially now that he knew Clark's secrets.

"I'll be careful, if you'll be patient." Lex smiled when Clark nodded, and kissed him again, deeper this time, wanting to rekindle the flames they'd allowed to sputter down to embers. "Let's try this again, shall we?"

This time, Lex kept control of the kiss, teasing Clark's tongue with his own before retreating to trace along his plush lower lip, and dipping back into his mouth again.

"You know, I may not be able to fuck you the way you want, but there are still other ways I can make you feel good back there."

Clark's eyes darkened and let out a low moan as his mind provided him with images. Then he remembered their earlier activities.

"Oh, God. Um…maybe I should clean up a little first, if you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting."

"Huh, you know, I actually forgot we're still a little messy from the last round. Guess I should…"

"No, don't. I…" Clark felt his face heat a little with a flush of desire and embarrassment. "I kinda like you a little dirty."

Lex raised an eyebrow, a rush of arousal running down his spine.

"Clark Kent, you're rather kinky, aren't you? Good."

Clark let out a relieved chuckle and rolled them over on the bed, untangling himself from Lex. Speeding into the bathroom, he quickly stripped and washed the necessary areas before zipping back out and on top of Lex before he could even register the shift in position. He definitely registered the sudden lack of clothing, the feel of Clark's warm, bare chest against his making his eyes darken from crystal blue to stormy steel as he clutched Clark back to him.

"Fuck, that shouldn't be as hot as it is."

Clark flashed him a blinding grin and rolled them again so that Lex was back on top, his denim-covered erection grinding teasingly against Clark's. Lex looked down between them and realized it was the first time he'd gotten to see Clark's cock before it was fully hard. He found himself inexplicably entranced by the way the barest tip of it was peeking out from the foreskin, an opaque drop of fluid beading on the slit.

Shimmying down Clark's thighs, Lex bent over his groin, smirking through parted lips as he blew over the head of Clark's cock, watching it twitch. Flicking out the very tip of his tongue, he lapped up the drop of pre-come, letting himself savor the small taste. Last night, he'd been in too much of a hurry, too aroused, too stunned that it was actually, finally, happening, to really enjoy the act of blowing Clark Kent. This time he wanted to make Clark beg for him the way he had begged so mindlessly for the younger man. The whimper that fell from Clark's lips was a good start.

"Patience, Clark. It's barely past noon, and we don't have to leave till six."

"Lex, don't tease."

Shark grin flashed and Lex licked over the head of Clark's cock again, watching with a possessive gleam as the foreskin slowly drew back at his touch. Another slide of tongue brought forth a fresh welling of pre-come that he dutifully cleaned away, continuing the tortuous ministrations until the plump mushroom head of the brunette's cock was fully visible, shiny with his saliva as the thick cock darkened with pooling blood and curved towards Clark's golden, toned abdomen. Sitting up, Lex admired the sight of the ruddy twitching length before finally allowing his gaze to trail up Clark's body.

The young alien's hands were at his sides, digging into the sheets in an effort not to take control again. The sight of the visible strain in Clark's muscles as he fought back his own urges made Lex impossibly harder, his own aching erection pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans. Clark was panting softly through parted lips, his eyes dark and glittering with need, like a storm brewing over an ocean. His gaze broke from Lex's and dropped down to his clothed groin, letting out a hungry groan at the way his jeans left absolutely nothing to the imagination as to what state the older man's cock was in.

"God, you're beautiful like this, Clark. So hard for me. Did I look like this last night, when you were teasing me with your dirty talk and your surprisingly detailed fantasy? Did you see me on your bed like this, spread out and needy, aching for more?"

"Yes", Clark croaked out, his voice raw with restraint. He let out a moan of frustration as he bucked his hips into the air. "You were fucking gorgeous like that, Lex. Waiting for me to tell you what I wanted you to do. Please, Lex, show me what it felt like, when I…oh, God…when I ate you out."

Lex growled in victory at getting Clark to beg so prettily, so filthily, this quickly. He'd expected to have to tease the brunette a lot more than this to exact those sweet sounds. He had never thought Clark would be so unabashed about sex. Of course, he'd also never thought that Clark would have received a good dose of sexual education á la Metropolis, either. The two of them were going to have to take a trip to the city sometime this summer, so Lex could see Clark in that unruly environment firsthand.

Knowing Clark was probably reaching his breaking point, and that he would need to feed the young man sometime soon, he took mercy on him, scooting back on the bed to make room.

"Turn over, Clark. Tuck your knees under you."

Lex watched avidly as Clark complied, eyes trailing down the large expanses of smooth, tanned skin. As Clark folded his knees under himself, his ass raising into the air, Lex couldn't hold back a moan at the sight.

"Jesus," Lex swore under his breath, his hand stroking up the back of one broad, muscled thigh, over the curve of the firm cheek. "Would it kill you to have just one physical flaw, baby? You're so perfect, it's not fair."

"Lex," Clark let out a whine, his ass pushing back against Lex's hand as it teased closer to the cleft hiding his most intimate part. "Please…"

"Shh, let me admire you." Lex slid his other hand up to match the first on the opposite cheek, pulling against the warm, soft flesh just enough to reveal the dark pink pucker. "Fuck. You know, on second thought, it just might be worth losing my dick just to have this sweet ass clench around it even once."

"Lex, we've settled this. I like your dick in working order, thank you very much. Now," Clark wiggled his hips in an attempt to entice Lex into action, "would you please eat my ass?!"

Lex felt a shudder run down his spine at how unbelievably hot those words sounded coming from Clark's lips. Unable to deny either of them any longer, he leaned down and licked over the furl of muscle. And was nearly bucked backwards off the bed when Clark contorted in pleasure at the fleeting touch with a loud moan, Lex's grip on his impenetrable flesh barely keeping him in place.

"You really haven't been touched by anyone else here, have you?" Lex's voice was slightly muffled as he breathed the words out against the heated backside, teasing his mouth over trembling flesh. "You okay, baby?"

"Yeah", Clark panted out, struggling not to squirm under the feathery strokes of Lex's mouth. "Just wasn't expecting to be so sensitive there. I usually only feel that much from my own fingers, no matter where I'm touched. I was expecting it to feel less intense. Please, Lex, again."

Wondering if the apparent sensory increase was because of the location and sheer number of nerve endings, or if it was to do with their bond, Lex flicked his tongue out over the clenching hole, prepared this time for the way Clark thrust back against him. Immediately following it with another broad stripe of his tongue, Lex noticed Clark begin to settle, adjusting to the intensity of the sensation. The brunette still rocked back against the lapping appendage, but out of a longing for continuous contact rather than out of shock.

"God, Lex, feels so good. In me…please, Lex,..."

Lex groaned at the sound of Clark's plea, the vibration eliciting a yip of pleasure followed by another whimpered 'in me'. He could feel the puckered muscle loosening as he teased the tip of his tongue around its rim, and he let his eyes fall shut as he threw caution to the wind, unable to resist his need for a deeper taste, not when the beautiful creature beneath him begged for it so needily. He pierced his tongue into the slick passage, stabbing quickly in, aiming where he hoped the nub of nerves would be.

"Oh, God, Leeexxx! Fuck, baby, gonna come! Move!"

Lex barely had time to pull away before Clark went rigid beneath him, a long, loud, moan and cry of his name accompanying the younger man's climax. No way would he have been able to pull out as quickly if it had been his cock sunk so deep within the tight passage. He wouldn't have wanted to, damn the consequences.

His own erection throbbed painfully against the trap of denim containing it as he rained soft kisses over planes of slightly sweat-damp skin, easing Clark through his unexpected release.

"Shh, baby, it's okay. God, it's okay." He slid his hand over Clark's thigh, soothing the trembling limb. "Jesus, Clark, I love how responsive you are. So invulnerable in everything else, yet so humanly reactive to sexual touch."

"Just you…" Clark hiccuped, surprised by the explosive orgasm he had barely been able to hold back long enough to warn Lex. "Only you. It's never been like this. With anyone else."

As Clark caught his breath, he turned over onto his back, pulling Lex on top of him as he shifted away from the wet spot he'd left on the bedding. Lex let himself be maneuvered, the manhandling quickly becoming something he enjoyed; and wasn't that a bit of a revelation?

"Well, that makes us a little more even, then, Clark."

Clark beamed that sunshine smile of his up at Lex, his hand slipping behind Lex's neck to pull him down into a deep, searching, savoring, kiss. Lex welcomed the exploration, mirroring Clark's aroused groans as their tongues tangled. He could feel Clark's cock against his stomach, the damp length still hard despite having just come, and his own twitched desperately in his jeans, aching for relief.

"Clark," Lex moaned against his mouth, his hand scrabbling at the button of his pants. "God, baby, need you in me. Now."

Clark growled hungrily and broke the kiss, pushing Lex up onto his knees astride his lap. Swatting Lex's hand away from its endeavor, Clark trailed his thumb and forefinger down the sides of the very visible erection, squeezing the shaft through the denim in a tease of a stroke. Lex gasped out a whine of need, his hand raising to drag fingers roughly through Clark's hair.

"Christ, Clark! Guess I'm meeting that bitch called payback, huh?" Clark huffed out a dark chuckle, his fingers repeating their tortuous movements. Lex bucked into his loose grip, but was stilled by his other hand as it wrapped around his hip. "Come on, baby, please. Let me, oh, God, let me get out of these jeans already. Want to ride you, Clark, come on."

That, apparently, was just the right chord to strike. The jeans were gone in a flash, air cool on the heated skin of his cock, and the bottle of lube he kept in the top drawer of his bedside table had been located and placed beside his hand where he braced against the mattress. Clark flashed a grin up at him as he recovered, hands stroking up his sides, thumbs stretching out to brush over hard, pink nipples.

"Prepare yourself for me, Lex. I wanna see you stretch that tight hole open for my dick, baby."

Lex fisted his cock in a tight grip, breathing deeply through his nose to keep from coming on the spot.

"God damn, Clark. Do you have any idea how hot you sound when you talk like that?"

"Yeah, I do. And one of these days, I'm going to make you come, just from the sound of my voice. But not today."

Lex dipped his head down for a quick, sloppy kiss, snatching up the lube as he rose back up on his knees. Squeezing out a scant amount of the cool gel on his fingers, he kept his gaze locked with Clark's as he reached behind himself to ease his forefinger into his aching hole. He could still feel traces of Clark's previous release coating his passage, adding to the slickness as he thrust the digit in.

Clark watched Lex's face as he worked himself open, catching the way his eyes widened minutely as he slid a second finger in. His hands roamed restlessly over his pale, smooth chest, feeling the way the lithe body undulated as he fucked himself open. He marveled at how sensually beautiful the older man looked like this, lips parted on silent gasps, hips thrusting back on his own hand, the other gripping at his shoulder for balance. His cock throbbed painfully against his stomach as he watched the wanton display. He let his gaze drift down over Lex's body, his fingers tugging at hardened pink nipples as he watched Lex's cock twitch and spurt an opaque dribble of pre-come.

"God, Lex, you're so fucking hot like this, fucking yourself…c'mon, baby, need you."

Lex groaned, his fingers speeding to ready himself for Clark's sizable cock. He gave silent thanks that he was still a little loose from their earlier lovemaking, knowing that otherwise, there was no way his own slender fingers would have gotten him nearly open enough for the girth he could feel nudging against the curve of his buttocks. Easing his fingers from his twitching hole, he took up the bottle of lube again, pouring out a generous dollop onto his palm. Kneeling up higher, he watched Clark's face avidly as he reached back and wrapped his hand around the brunette's cock, slicking the shaft while Clark let out a grunt of need.

"Fuck, Lex, now. Ride me, baby."

"What's that one country song say?" Lex angled Clark's cock slightly as he scooted back until he felt the broad head pressing against his loosened hole. Sliding slowly down the thick length, he answered his own question in a breathy moan, "save a horse, oh, fuck yeah, ride a farmboy."

"That's…" Clark chuckle-groaned, eyes rolling back in his head at the exquisite pleasure of Lex's ass sinking down around his aching erection. "That's cowboy, Lex. Jesus, you feel good."

"If you don't want me to ride you hard and put you away wet, maybe don't worry about semantics while your cock is up my ass?"

A gleam flashed in Clark's eyes as he grinned up at Lex, the older man adjusting to the girth that filled him completely.

"As you wish."

"Oh, you little shit!" Lex's gape of shock and faux-anger turned into a smirk of revenge as he lifted up, nearly pulling off Clark's cock. "I am not Buttercup."

With that, he thrust himself back down, pulling a delicious groan from Clark. Of course, the action also elicited a shuddering gasp from his own lips as the head of Clark's cock brushed against his prostate.

"Okay, okay…not a princess. I give. Now, please, do that again."

Mollified, Lex leaned forward, bracing himself against Clark's chest, capturing his lips in a deep kiss as he started rocking his hips.

Clark ran his hands over Lex's body, not bothering to try and guide the headstrong billionaire's movements, just luxuriating in the feel of all the smooth, lust-warmed skin available to his perusal, surrendering to the older man's more experienced ministrations.

"Oh, God, Lex." Clark thrust up as he felt Lex buck down, both young men groaning out as his cock sunk deeper. "Fuck!"

As though sharing each other's thoughts, Clark bent his legs up so that his feet planted firmly against the mattress, just as Lex sat back up, leaning back to brace against strong thighs. Clark forced his eyes open, unsure when they had closed, and moaned at the erotic sight Lex made; legs spread wide to either side of him, head lolling back against his shoulders as his torso arched forward, the sight of his own cock disappearing into the slimmer man warring for his attention with Lex's hardness as it bobbed with each movement.

Lex reached behind him, wrapping his hands around Clark's ankles for leverage as he worked himself on Clark's cock. It was a new angle for him; the few times he had bottom from the top, it had been brusque, jerking himself off as he rode his partner hard and quick, caring more for his own release than the other man's. Now though, every reaction he pulled from Clark was noted, filed away for later use. Every time they had sex was a whole new experience, from last night's utter debauchery to this morning's revelatory lovemaking to this odd combination of the two. Sex had never been about love for him, it had always been about power, about control, satisfaction. But with Clark, love was inseparable from it, love was threaded through every soft caress of those huge hands that could crush solid steel in a heartbeat, every thrust, every moan, every kiss. Clark fed every need Lex never knew he had, to be loved, to be touched, to be seen, well and truly, beyond the power of his name.

The electric spark of arousal that coursed through him as Clark's cock thrust against his prostate broke him from his musings, drawing a loud, growly moan from his throat. He could feel Clark thickening inside him, knew the younger man was growing close. He bit back a groan of regret that it would soon be over; much as he wanted it to last forever, his own aching cock demanded its own relief.

"God, touch me, Clark. Please!" Forcing his head to lift back up, he watched as Clark complied, one broad palm sliding up the length of his leaking cock, the other reaching up to tug and pinch at a nipple. "Oh, shit! Fuck, yeah, like that, baby. Just like that. Oh, God, Clark, don't stop."

Clark groaned and thrust up into Lex harder, fairly lifting them both off the bed as Lex picked up his pace, riding them both into oblivion. His balls drew up and he strove to hold out, wanting Lex to come first, needing to feel the clenching tightness around his cock.

"Lex, oh, fuck. So close, baby. C'mon, Lex, ride me hard. Look so good on my cock, baby, taking me so deep…God…tell me you're close."

"I'm right there with you, Clark", Lex moaned out, amazed he was still coherent enough to form words, his orgasm rushing closer with every buck of his hips. He wanted to come now, needed to, but some unseen thing was holding him back. "Oh, God, Clarrrrkkk! Please…"

"That's it, baby. Come for me, Lex. Lemme see you. Oh, Jesus…fuck…now! Come now, Lex!"

And that was it. Something snapped loose within Lex and he felt his release crash into him like a freight train, his hips still thrusting erratically, back and forth between hand and cock. His cock pulsed almost painfully, and he watched with wide eyes as his come jettisoned out, thick ropes of it landing across Clark's chest and neck, one particularly forceful spurt striking across the brunette's lips and cheek. There was a long, loud cry echoing in his ears, and he wasn't surprised to realize it was his. Clark's hips never stopped bucking up to meet his, even as the way grew tighter, his muscles clenching around the thick shaft piercing so deeply.

"Jesus Christ! Fuck, you're so beautiful when you come, Lex, just…so perfect." Clark worked Lex through his climax, fending off his own until the last drop of tepid seed was wrung from the twitching cock in his hand. "That's it, baby, give me everything."

As Lex began to go limp from the exertion and powerful climax, Clark gripped a hand around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Lex licked away the come that covered Clark's bottom lip, tongue delving into his mouth to share the taste.

Clark released Lex's spent cock to wrap his hand tightly around his waist, holding him still as he moaned into his mouth. The taste of Lex's come on his tongue leached away the last of his control, and he held Lex in place as he sped his thrusts almost past human norm, his cock pulsing inside the still-clenched passage, fresh bursts of come joining what remained from before. Lex's hands tangled in his hair, gripping tightly as Clark rode out his climax, releasing so much of himself that he could feel it start to trickle back out, sliding down his shaft and into the thatch of surrounding curls.

Finally, the last spurts pulsed out, his cock finally softening as he stilled his hips. Lex broke the kiss with a quiet hiss of displeasure as it slipped out, regretting the loss already. He looked down at Clark, both of them panting, and smirked.

"Hey, no floating, this time."

Before Clark could parry the quip, Lex hoisted himself up off of him, stretching out beside him. He leaned over and licked away the smeared trail of come from Clark's cheek, continuing down to his ear when he leaned into the touch with a contented hum.

"Think I'm ready for the rodeo, stud?"

Clark let out a bark of laughter, arms wrapping around Lex's waist as he rolled them over on the bed, careful not to crush the more vulnerable man beneath his weight.

"I'll be your bucking bronco any time you want, baby." Clark kissed him soundly. "That was amazing, Lex. You're amazing."

"Only with you, Clark. It's never been like that with anyone else. I…," Lex broke off, trying to word it right in his mind before voicing the swirl of thoughts in his head. "Clark, I've been with so many people, done almost every kink you could think of…but I have never felt the way you make me feel. Nearly a decade of sex, and it has never been that good, that real."

Clark shifted to brace his weight on one hand and stroked his fingers over Lex's sweat-damp face, smiling when his eyelids fluttered at the gentle caress.

"I love you, Lex."

"I love you, too, Clark." Lex lifted his head to meet Clark's descending mouth in a chaste kiss, feeling the growing bond between them solidifying that much more. "Now. I'm sweaty and leaking all over my very expensive, very nice comforter, and you're going to be itchy if you don't wash that mess off soon. Shower, now, farmboy."

"As you wish."

This time, Lex merely laughed along with Clark at the inference, raising his arms expectedly as Clark clambered off the bed. Clark scooped him up and strode across the room to the adjoining bathroom he had spotted earlier.

"Yeah, you're not Buttercup," Clark mused sarcastically, looking around the opulent room that sported not only a shower big enough for three, but also a separate claw-foot bathtub, and what looked like a small jacuzzi, along with the toilet and sink.

As Clark stepped into the shower and set Lex on his feet, keeping hold of him when his legs proved shaky, Lex merely shrugged.

"If the title comes with unlimited sex from you, and being whisked around everywhere, I think I could get used to being a princess."

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@leatafandom

#clex fanfic #clex #smallville fanfic #episode rewrite #lemon

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RESULTS:

Disturbing Yourself For Fun SURVEY This survey ran from December 28th to January 19th. It received 59 responses. Well done! Thank you so much everyone who participated.

I'll show the results now, and then I'll discuss them down below. Some biases that should be noted: I don't have an audience of proshippers. There may be a slight bias in the direction of the people who typically follow my blog. However, judging by the results, I think someone outside of my circle brought it into a few other circles, because the results are varied. What sorts of disturbing scenarios did children play? (this question allowed multiple answers) I'm sorry i used the word 'de-limbing instead of amputation'

The two most common results were stories about depression, as well as stories about being abandoned. Similarly, romantic manipulation and child neglect were very popular. Even the most uncommon results were still about 20%, making them fairly common and likely.

Were you ever uncomfortable playing? (the most common answer was some form of yes)

How old were you when you were first self-aware of the discomfort? (most common was 1st-2nd grade, second most was 3rd-6th)

How did you get into writing disturbing scenarios?

(The one that got 0 was "i realized a lot of things during the MeToo movement, which is one no one selected, but applies to me, but I didn't take my own survey sobs)

The most common results were either that it was in a book or in a fanfiction, second only to 'something disturbing happened in a show.' Real life trauma was also a massive contributing factor.

Did disturbing stories ever make you feel comfortable?

They say disturbing things comfort the disturbed and disturb the comforted...

My biggest theory of this project is "is disturbing content addictive" and to that, I can safely say, yes. Yes, it is.

The most common results were thoughts of "I shouldn't be doing this," "someone is watching me do this" and "I guess I'm just weird." However, 19% noted that it was having an impact on their trauma, and 22.4% observed that they had felt guilty over it.

The most driving force of disturbing content was, expectedly, curiosity. Children are curious. However, it should be noted that 30.2% wished that someone would acknowledge what they were doing and talk to them about it. 24.5% also acknowledged the recognition "This happened to me. Only my toys know."

Once again, I'm so sorry for all the cropping issues only providing half of the question. I completely understand that that's annoying to look through. You're welcome to take the survey if you want to, to see the questions better. I'm still leaving it open, now that my 'study' is complete:

Let's talk about fandom spaces.

Do you read disturbing fanfiction (I had to remove the visual because of the issues with the survey)

No, I don't read fanfiction: 1.7%

I do not read fanfiction that disturbs me: 3.4%

Yes, I have intentionally sought out disturbing fanfiction expecting to be disturbed: 62.7%

Yes, I have intentionally sought out disturbing fanfiction thinking "I can handle it" and was wrong: 39%

Someone I trusted showed me disturbing fanfic and it disturbed me: 3.4%

Yes. I enjoy being disturbed by high quality writing: 54.2%

I enjoy being disturbed by crack and bizarre stories: 18.6%

I find disturbing stories sexually appealing: 25.4%

I would like to imagine the 0 is the result of people being entirely truthful.

Around 50/50 of people are either morally conscious or physically conscious about certain kinds of vaguely described illegal/dangerous disturbing content. However, 13 out of 57 (22%) claimed true for both, 20 out of 57 (35%) claimed true for neither, and 23 out of 57 (40%) chose at least 1.

Adults more frequently ask the question, "What if I'm sexually into this?" They also tend to be more uncomfortable than children are when approaching disturbing topics.

squinting at the typos People also shared a lot of very personal stories. While I won't include excerpts from those, just know, I read every one of them and took the responses to heart. Thank you for your vulnerability.

CONCLUSION

I think it's really really telling that fiction is an outlet for people to express their fears and curiosities. After all, there is no one you can hurt inside fiction. However, the prevalence of it on the internet has been a lot of people's first exposure to graphic, violent, and sexual content. I'm not saying this with any intention, only to emphasize that this is the culture of the internet that we have been put into. That's the way it is, and when people are scared by something, especially when they are a child, they play with it so it becomes less frightening. This survey was just made for the express purpose of solidifying and acknowledging that fact.

There is nothing shameful about the way someone plays with their toys, but this survey has also demonstrated that violent, cruel play can lead to addiction and habituation of that play. It can be hard to find mundane things exciting when graphic and disturbing things are much more so. This is the process of desensitization. Just something to be aware of.

Personal experience: I'm someone who is very obsessive about my own morality. I'm someone who, when I was like 11, thought I was a bad evil irredeemable person because I used to make my warrior cat toys get pregnant??? Lmao... I'm not kidding. That's what that was. The degree of shame and self disgust was completely unreasonable.

And then, when I was 17, I tried to just let it all go. Basically acknowledge the idea that 'nothing in fiction really matters, go fucking wild.' And I did, and even though I got some sort of assurance from that scared 11 year old playing warrior cats, I was still looking at things that no matter how desensitized I was, horrified me. Horrified me. Made it very difficult for me to write stories that didn't involve horrifying elements. It was very hard to get my mind out of that place where the only sort of entertainment was the kind you could get through making yourself feel heart poundingly sick. Those stories have always been the easier ones for me to write.

There's no real point to this personal message, just that after all was said and done, I tried to focus on more wholesome things. And then, college hit. I prefaced this with "I'm psych student!" but I ended the study not as one anymore. I dropped out. I got really into Fear & Hunger and Kaze to ki no Uta as well as other disturbing shows. There is comfort in that.

I think, at the end of the day, to those people who can rotate their blorbo around in their heads, that's a form of playing!

Here are some interesting studies about playing:

#apologies for the unprofessionalism #i just wanted to get this thing done #long post #fiction

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sparkles-oflight · 4 months

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39. Jan/Nace (predictable choice) but I’m not over the Damon Baker shoot yet

Hiii!

For context: me and paperphilia (Sam) talked about what exactly we thought it was "a kiss because time's running out" and we made two things clear: dramatic and angsty (sorry not sorry)

Sam also recommended I use the lyrics of Muse's "Time is running out" for this fic.

And now, for the fic context: because Sam mentioned movie things, I took inspiration from The Hunger Games franchise and also from Hozier's "Take Me to Church" MV.

If you never watched The Hunger Games, don't worry, there are no spoilers here. But the specific scene(s) I'm using as a basis is the goodbye of the selected tributes and their families before the game (because their farewell is timed ^^')

So, disclaimers: there's violence here and angst. Please consider this an AU of sorts (even if we don't know exactly what's going on).

Nace was blindfolded, handcuffed and taken to somewhere he didn't know...He was knocked unconscious, and he didn't know for how long, but he heard the people guiding him mumbling something about taking him to see someone.

As he heard a door open, Nace was attacked by the light that came out of a window in a bright room. The blindfold and handcuffs had been removed.

- You have 3 minutes. - one of his "guards" said as he left.

After recovering from the temporary blindness, Nace looked around and found Jan.

He ran to his lover's arms. Jan hugged him strongly, both of them shaking. Jan looked about to burst into tears and his mouth was trembling. He looked like he was about to sob the loudest he had ever. Or had he already? Nace couldn't tell.

Nace broke their embrace and rested his forehead on Jan's, waiting for the younger one to calm down. Their palms were flat against each other.

- I think I'm drowning... asphyxiated. - Jan fought to get those words out.

In his mind, he just couldn't let go of Nace, yet he wanted to break this spell that he created. If only Nace wasn't in love with him, it would be so much easier. If only he weren't in love with Jan, they'd both be happy.

- You will be the death of me. - Nace joked to try to calm Jan down, but that didn't work.

- I need to bury it.

Nace understood with he meant – Jan wanted to bury their love.

- I won't let you bury it! - Nace grabbed Jan, who refused to look at him in his eyes, by his shoulders - I won't let you smother it or murder it!

- I just want your freedom, Nace! I tried to give you up, but I'm addicted! - Jan yelled at him, desperate to break Nace's heart - You are sucking the life out of me.

Jan felt tears falling down and a snort coming from his nose all because...

He looked at Nace's big brown eyes which now looked like a red glass about to break.

- I don’t want freedom restricted and bounded.

Nace laid his head on Jan’s again and their noses met.

- Our time is running out. - Nace was trying to stay strong, as best as he could, but his hands met Jan's once more...he needed that friction to be able to hold on.

He squeezed his hand as hard as he could.

- You will squeeze the life out of me. - Jan said.

Nace pushed his lips against Jan's. Probably their sloppiest kiss ever, but they didn't know whether that was their last one or not. They just wanted to be next to each other. They wouldn't mind dying from this kiss - "it would have been better than dying separated", that's what they believed in.

- Time's up. - the same voice from before came back to the room.

Nace and Jan didn't let go of each other. Nace felt his heart accelerate as he was pulled away from Jan.

Even after both being cuffed, they still wouldn't stop, which led to Jan getting hit in the head, and knocked unconscious.

- Jan! - Nace screamed as the last thing he saw before being blindfolded and knocked down himself was Jan being dragged away from the room.

#that was a tough one to write #joker out #joker out jan #joker out nace #jan peteh #nace jordan #i had to completly forget who jan and nace are to be able to write this because i would start crying otherwise - i don't like to traumatize #them #jance #joker out fanfic #asks

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okay, so here's a small part of an unfinished work of arthur x eames fanfic which i probably won't be able to finish it ever, but would love to share it:

Post inception. Eames hadn't seen the team for quite a while, though he still thought about them from time to time. The moments they shared while prepping for inception were one of few happiest memories he had, and even though there were conflicts and endangerment in the process, the results ended up to be pretty satisfying. He considered that as the best mission he had ever been a part of. It was only the most common that people in this line of business are usually tied up together for a few months and go off different paths to never see each other again for a few years, not especially after Dom decided to limit the amount of criminal activities he participates in after getting back to his children. You don't see an extractor as good as him nowadays, therefore it was refreshing to see an invitation to perform another inception from an extractor newbie. He said yes to it anyway, only because someone that he goes back a long way with was in the team. "Arthur. " On the first gathering of the new team, he approached a familiar face with two glasses of wine in his hands. "Ah, I see you decided to take on the job offer. " Arthur got a hold on one of the glasses, "Thanks. " "They'd need someone who's got experience in their team for this job to work out, don't they? " Eames swallowed up the entire glass of wine in one shot. "How were things after parting ways with Dom? " "Well, let's just say that I had a long and relaxing holiday and here I am, back in the business with independent choice of job selection and a better person. " Arthur smirked and took a small sip from the glass. "You're just talking shit. " Eames couldn't help but smile, "Aside everything, I'm very happy to be working with you again. " Arthur looked flustered, his eyes flickering with unspoken emotion: "Me too. Always. " An awkward moment of silence settled between them for a while, their gaze wandering into the decorations in the room - tracing every detail of it as if they cared. Eames could hear his heart beating fast; he certainly didn't hope that Arthur could hear it too. The alcohol is starting to kick in - which ultimately meant that he definitely wouldn't be thinking about what he says in the next few minutes: "What do you think of me, Arthur? " "What? " Arthur looked confused, refilling his glass for more wine. "What do I think of you? " "Uh-hmm. " Eames was still not looking at Arthur directly into the eyes. "Dangerous, certainly. " Arthur made some weird noises from his throat, "You often act before you think, bolder than anyone else in the room, ironically the most clueless one. You pick up fights that you weren't supposed to win, and even if you did win them, you'd end up wounded and hurt. But you didn't seem to care. " "Fair enough. " Eames nodded, hands nervously touching the back of his neck. "Anything else? " "Tainted. I mean, we all are, doing these jobs. You probably weren't the most innocent one in the room. " Arthur thought about it for a while, "Sorry, that was kinda a heavy word. " "It's fine, I totally agree with it. " Eames finished another glass of wine in one shot. "... and flawed. You have a peculiar taste in music, you know that, right? And you don't sing well either, as much as you'd like to. " Arthur laughed. "That's so kind of you," Eames shook his head in disbelief, "I can't believe you'd criticize my singing when everything you just said likely came from a song." "Most probably, I just have it in mind. " Arthur shrugged. "How about me? What do you think of me? " "You? " Eames raised his eyebrows, "After all the nice things you've said about me? " Arthur smiled unapologetically. "Fire away, darling. " Eames scoffed while rolling his eyes. Arthur waited for a while, impatiently, and after reaching out for another drink, he heard a soft and fainted voice coming from beside him: "Beautiful. "

He turned his head, surprised, thinking that he must've heard him wrong. But there was Eames, mouthing "beautiful" once again carefully and seriously, like honey dripping from his tongue, staring at him so intensely to the point where Arthur couldn't hold his head up to meet his gaze. Amidst the chaotic atmosphere surrounding them, they sunk into a long moment of thoughtful silence as if there was only the two of them in sight. --- "Liam's a dickhead. " Eames murmured resentfully, but Arthur heard him anyway. "He doesn't even have an ounce of idea about what he's doing. Doesn't take any advice either - the idea's not gonna stick. He's way too greedy for this inception to work. " Arthur looked at him quietly, the best he could do was to stay beside him. "It's too late to turn back now. All we need to do is to keep ourselves alive, that's our priority. I wouldn't want to go to Limbo. " "Alive we'll be, alright, " Eames frowned, "Point is, will we be alive when we get back to reality? The CEO definitely has figured that we drugged him by now. We'd be inmates in jail before we knew it. " "Hey, hey, Eames, look at me. " Arthur stepped forward and stood in front of Eames, palms placing on his chest to stop him from moving back and forth anxiously. "You're alright. We're alright, and you know that. If this doesn't work out - we'll leave the scene before he ever wakes up. It's gonna be okay, trust me. " Eames' rapid breathing eased slightly at the sight of Arthur's face, as if he has found solace. He shook his head, trying to get his thoughts out. "You're right. Sorry. " "After all of this is finished, I'll take you to my favourite place. In my hometown, there's an enormous field of endless sunflowers stretching towards the horizon, disappearing as the sky meets the ground and form a line. You'd love it. We'll stay there however long as you wish, long until we'd have forgotten about everything. " Arthur smiled, his voice as soothing as possible. Eames nodded hard, the only thought in his mind right now was how pretty Arthur's eyes were. They were twinkling as if filled with stars. "Yes, I think we should. "

#arthur x eames #inception fanfic #inception #i totally didn't quote lana's song there

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splinterson · 7 months

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Costume Talk

For @ultimatebabygirlsupremebattle babygirl halloween prompt week (using the "costume" one)

also found under the cut (1,382 words)

"TA-DAAAA!!!"

Lee stared at her little brother, Mikey. The freckled turtle just came out of the makeshift changing room in a horrific zombie costume, horrific as terrifying but more so as in… Bad.

"... Are you sure about this one Mikey?" She tried, not wanting to mention it's whole deal outright. Soften the blow sort of approach.

"Hhmm," He hummed as if thinking deeply, "not really. I was thinking I could be Dracula! Or a Vampire Turtle! Then I wondered if that was in poor taste so I vetoed that… And I don’t think I’m in a vampire loving mood lately, you feel me sis?"

Leo, not for the first or last time today, wondered about the benefits of sleep and not getting into thoughts like that. She didn’t want to dissect their relations to vampires anytime within the next century.

"... Let's not get into that, better safe than sorry. Maybe you could be Crognard The Barbarian, Turtlefyle orr Wingnut?"

Mikey drummed his fingers on his chin, mimicking Donnie when he’s thinking deeply. "Crognard is a good choice. Turtleflyle isn't a costume for halloween Lee, you disrespect me for even suggesting that. And dressing up as Wingnut as we met and fought that dude! It feels weird."

"And a poorly done zombie costume doesn't? Wingnut is at least better than that, even though it does feel a little weird."

How many things did they rule out from being Halloween costumes in their adventures over the years anyways?

"Says the turtle who's going as plain Captain Ryan, again. Try taking my suggestions for costumes sometime before suggesting mine."

Leo sighed, "your suggestions start and, don't stop, at 'werewolf Captain Ryan' 'bigfoot Captain Ryan' 'mildly glitter attacked Captain Ryan' 'local cryptid Captain Ryan' and 'motorcycle champion Captain Ryan'... And you brought me here to help you choose."

She didn't want to admit she was far too tired this year to think of something that wasn't Captain Ryan, it had been a busy last few years and things have finally calmed down. So she has been resting, and thinking of a Halloween costume or remembering the holiday existed went to the back of her mind and she only remembered about a week before Halloween as Mikey was discussing what he wanted to go as, taking the time to ask his siblings what they were going as.

So she said she was thinking of going as Captain Ryan again… It was a solid choice if you asked her.

She knew Donnie was in the same boat as he said after a long noticeable pause, "Frankenstein?"

He didn't survive that. (Mikey started making it his mission to annoy Donnie about Halloween costumes, trying to find one that was not a scientist as he had been doing every year so far).

(... Would going as Frankenstien be considered weird for any of the turtles to do too?)

Raph just told Mikey he was working on it. Leo was pretty sure he was scheming with Casey on costumes, she wasn’t entirely sure though.

Present day Michelangelo reaches into the makeshift changing room and pulls out a coat track with so many different costumes Leo has never seen a day in her life until now.

"Let's sseee hereee…" he sticks out his tongue as he goes through the selections.

"If you're going to choose for me, still no to your dinosaur Captain Ryan suggestion."

"What do you have against dinosaur Captain Ryan? Do you think I'm suggesting old man Captain Ryan, ignoring the fact he is kinda one. I mean a dinosaur dinosaur, you got the reptilian look to pull it off…"

“That’s not the problem Mikey.”

“Then what is the problem, Leo? Because you would make a great dinosaur, Donnie agreed with me!”

Having decided not to make a comment on that, Leo slid over to the costume rack, eyeing it carefully. She was pretty sure some of these weren't even Mikey’s costumes, she could see which ones were Raph’s, Donnie’s and even her own.

And there were wayy more costumes than she remembered going out on Hallowen for, they’ve only been up a few times since turning 15. Not the stench of time that the years worth of Halloween costumes Mikey had out would imply.

Mikey must’ve been waiting for the day we could go out, she thought, feeling something in her heart break. Her fingers loosely traced the sponge costume Mikey wore on their first year out on Halloween.

It truly was a special time, all of them getting to talk to humans without them thinking too hard about the fact they were turtles. A thing that baffled Leo still, she would think they would question the whole… Turtle mixed with regular costume deal, but it still worked out. That night was so… Magical.

Their previous Halloween was more literally magical causing them to miss out on the main event, which meant this Halloween was all the more important. Second only to the first one.

She felt Mikey’s gaze on her, she turned her head to meet his eyes.

He’s giving me the puppy eyes, she noticed immediately, why?

“... Do you want something?” Lee asked, tilting her head.

He fidgeted absently with the cloth of a costume, “Nothing… You sure about Captain Ryan sis? You could… Be Captain Ryan but Real Swords?”

She smiled, “I know you want something else Mikey, you're not being as subtle as you think you are being.”

The freckled turtle stopped mid-reach for an undefinable costume, “ohh right. Yeah, that on purpose.”

“Rightt, and Captain Ryan isn’t a great captain.”

Mikey refrained from making a comment on that.

Uncharacteristically nervous and silent for what felt like an hour, Mikey finally spoke up, “... Maybee… I want to match with costumes… With you?”

Leo froze, staring at him in absolute silence.

After about three seconds of just her staring he started talking, clearly regretting suggesting that, “If you hate that idea badly, we don’t have to sis! yo-” He was interrupted from his overthinking by Leo hugging him. Or Mikey saved from overthinking and regretting thanks to her hugging him, depending on your view.

“Leo?” He said after hearing a sniffle from the older turtle, his arms wrapping around her.

She took a moment in Mikey’s arms, letting herself cry, feel the warmth of his scales and listen to the younger turtle breathing.

Mikey squeezed her, he didn’t say anything. Leo couldn’t see his face but she could sense his confusion.

“... No… It’s fine. Just,” she shut her eyes, “I don’t know… Felt emotional, I don’t know why…”

Maybe because it was a simple fun silly thing she could do with one of her brothers, maybe it was because she could do something with Mikey after so long of not. But she didn’t know why she cried little happy tears at the proposal, it just happened.

The tension in Mikey’s shoulders dropped, “you really love the idea of matching costumes that much?” He sounded so hopeful and happy.

She hummed her yes, too busy enjoying the quick shell rub he gave her to respond.

Mikey giggled, “okay! Doctor Brainstormstein is in the house! With his assistant… What’s… The title for assistants Leo…?”

Leo got out of the hug before he could start questioning that thought train too much, though her arms remained on his shoulders. “As if you don’t have any ideas.”

“I do! But since we’re matching you should be pitching ideas in too!” Mikey beamed.

She beamed back, “fair. But not anything like that zombie costume, okay Mikey?”

“Okay! Now I have a few ideas starting with…”

She listened to him ramble about his ideas, there were many, all of them were such Mikey costume ideas. Lee found herself looking forward to this Halloween more than anything else happening right now, not that there was anything more exciting happening but if there was, matching costumes with Mikey beats it.

This Halloween will be better than the last one, she knew it would be. Maybe even better than the first one, in its own way.

But just as quickly as those thoughts came she decided not to worry about how good of a Halloween this one was or that one was, Leo had a pair of matching costumes to brainstorm with her little brother first.

#tmnt 12 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 12 leo #tmnt 12 mikey #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt fic #transfem leonardo #Halloween Babygirl Purple #splinterson writing #I actually don't know if this is fluff or angst but i don't think its the latter #if it is I'll retag it appropriately

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Subaru 12 - Chaos Lineage

***I do not mind if you use my translations as a base for a another language, I just ask that you credit me if you do!***

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Yui's Monologue:

Our encounter with Socrates-San--.

After that, I don't remember where and how Subaru-kun and I walked on.

Unless one person voluntarily sacrifices their life, there is no way out of this miniature garden.

Faced with that fact, it was so heavy that even our steps became heavy, and we didn't even have the energy to say a single word.

Just what is is that we should do?

How could that sphere named Socrates do such cruel things ...

What will he gain from our suffering?

Only unanswered questions popped up and disappeared inside my head.

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PLACE: Forest

Yui: (I feel heavy ... ... I thought we finally found a way to go home, but that's the way it ended up being.)

Subaru: Hey.

Yui: Hm? What's wrong?

Subaru: When we go back to our previous world, what is it that you want to do?

Yui: Eh? What's with this all of a sudden?

Subaru: It can't be helped if you only think about dark things. That's why, well ... ...

Yui: (I see. Subaru-kun is trying to cheer me up because I'm depressed.)

Fufufu *giggles*

Subaru: Wh-what are you laughing at! I'm doing this for you ... ...

Yui: Yeah, I know, sorry for laughing!

I'm not trying to make a fool out of you, I'm just really happy is all, fufu

Subaru: As I thought you are making a fool out if me. What the hell, I'm being serious here.

But, whatever. As long as you're laughing, then anything is fine.

Yui: Subaru-kun ... ...

Subaru: ... ... unh

Yui: (? He stopped all of a sudden, what's wrong?)

Yui: Subaru-kun ... ... ?

Subaru: ... ... So they came.

Yui: ... ... Eh?

("They came", could it be ... ...)

*footsteps*

Carla: ... ... So this is where you were. You foolish pair of traitors.

Yui: Carla-san ... ...

*Footsteps, Azusa appears*

Azusa: It would be, for the best if you both, are obedient ... ...

*Footsteps, Kou and Laito appear*

Kou: That's right. If you start to rage too much you might get hurt.

Laito: You know it's not a situation where we can take it easy on you just because you're a brother, right?

Yui: (We're surrounded by all of the Violets!? What do we do, there's no way to escape like this!)

Subaru: Hah, it's too late for you guys, isn't it? Were you afraid that that you couldn't get your hands on me or her?

Carla: Do not be conceited. I was merely laying low for awhile and watching how you'd move.

Subaru: So you let us *wade away then.

(*T/N: he really said "Did you let us swim" but I re-worded it to sound more natural. Hope that comes across the right way.)

Carla: Thanks to that I've managed to see some interesting things. It doesn't seem that you've gotten along with the Scarlets.

Subaru: ... ... Ngh!

Carla: That's right, of course I was watching. However there is still a lack of information.

Like with you and Eve, when the two of you were together, what kind of things did you do together and what kind of conversations did you have?

I need to listen carefully.

Subaru: You really are a disgusting bastard. What was that for? Is that some kind of hobby of yours?

Carla: Of course, it was to find clues to become overlord. I can't afford to overlook even the slightest of changes.

There is no escape for you now anyway. If you understand then hand over Eve.

Subaru: ... ... Tch.

Yui: (What should we do ... ... At this rate ... ...)

Selection:

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-> Let's force our way through ♟

Yui: Subaru-kun, I don't want to get caught. So how about a high-stakes, forced escape?

Subaru: Don't be stupid Even if you try to do that in this situation, you'll be caught in no time.

You'd be treated well by Carla, and I'll be killed as punishment for disobeying him.

Yui: That's true ... ...

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-> Quietly obey ♙♡

Yui: Subaru-kun, it might be better to quietly obey here.

Even if we get caught, someday we could seize the opportunity and escape again ... ...

Subaru: ... ... We're up against Carla.

If he captures you once more, you'll be confined in the dungeon for the rest of your life so that you can never get out again.

... ... However, if I can negotiate here, you might be able to manage something on your own.

Yui: Eh? What do you mean by that?

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Subaru: You don't have to worry about anything. Leave this to me.

Yui: Subaru-kun ... ... ? What are you thinking?

Subaru: Don't resist no matter what. No matter what happens I'll protect you.

Yui: W-wait. Don't be so hasty!

(He couldn't possibly trying to hand himself over ... ... !)

*He walks over to Carla*

Subaru: Hey, Carla. Just like you said, I'll come along with you quietly.

Carl: Hmph. The mouse that has been cornered can speak quite loudly.

Subaru: I have conditions in exchange. They ... ... Treat Eve with kindly.

Don't lock her up underground in the dungeon like before.

Give her a proper room and good food.

Allow her some freedom as well. I want you to give her the happiness she deserves to live as a human being.

Yui: (Subaru-kun, all for my sake ... ... !)

Subaru: If you can promise that I'll come with you quietly. You can do whatever you want to me.

You can beat me to death, and if you punish me for being a traitor, I'll accept it.

Carla: ... ... ... ...

Subaru: Oi, what will it be.

Carla: I understand your resolution. I will respect those thoughts and promise to treat Eve with kindness.

Subaru: Is that so.

Yui: But then Subaru-kun ... ... !

Subaru: I said that I'll be fine didn't I? That no matter what happens I'd protect you.

Carla: It seems you've misunderstood, I have no intention of killing Subaru.

Yui: Eh?

Subaru: Huh?

Carla: I should have said so in the beginning. I want you to hear the story you two have and why you're on the run.

If I killed you, I wouldn't be able to find out right?

That's why I thought that if you surrendered quietly, I'd treat you accordingly.

Subaru: Wh-what the hell is up with that ... ... Then did my previous conditions have no meaning?

Carla: No, they have meaning. I heard my brother's splendid determination.

I'm glad that I didn't end up in a situation where I'd have to kill you.

I almost lost one of my poor brothers.

Subaru: Carla ... ...

Yui: (Carla-san, he seems happy. He always feels so cold, but in reality, his brothers are important to him.)

(Subaru-kun seems to be aware of Carla-san's feelings, too. Surprisingly, these two might be a good duo.)

Carla: Enough of this nonsense. Azusa, Kou, Laito. Restrain Subaru and Eve, and bring them back to the mansion.

Azusa: ... ... Understood.

Laito: Okaaay.

Kou: Ready you two? I'm tying you up now.

*He ties them up*

Yui: Um, Subaru-kun. Thank you for earlier. You risked yourself to protect me.

Subaru: Hm? Yeah ... ...

Yui: (He seems to be thinking about something. Could it be that he is still worried about something else?)

PLACE - Violet Dungeon

Carla: I want you to stay in here for awhile.

*Cell doors open*

Subaru: ... ... Tch.

*Cell doors lock*

Subaru: So this is how I'm treated after all. What happened to you being moved before?

Carla: That's another story.

It doesn't change the fact that you betrayed us and tried to take Eve as your own.

From here on, you will not be allowed to meet with Eve.

Subaru: Hah, as expected of an almighty founder. So cautious.

Carla: Now then, I have a lot of things that I'd like to ask you.

Subaru: You know the secrets of Eve and being Overlord don't you?

Subaru: ... ... ... ...

Carla: So you keep quiet. That's fine. I'll take the time to listen to you.

Kou, Laito. I will ask another day. Until then, keep an eye on Subaru.

*Carla leaves the dungeon*

Laito: What a pain. When will this end?

Kou: When Subaru-kun talks about Eve. Until then our chores have become a little easier.

Laito: That's true. Then Subaru-kun. For our sake, hurry up and tell everything you know about Eve.

Subaru: You guys really are annoying.

... ... Hey, how are they doing?

Laito: They you say ... ... Ah, you mean Eve?

Kou: She's fine. Azusa is watching over her, so there's nothing to worry about.

Subaru: ... ... ... ...

(If her guard is Azusa, how much better is he than these two?)

(If it's Azusa, I don't think I'll be forced to attack him.)

(No matter what, I'll save you. Even if it costs me my life ... ...)

PLACE: Violet Mansion Spare Room

Azusa: Eve, can use this room again ... ...

Yui: Yes, I will. Thank you for guiding me.

Azusa: You're welcome. If you need anything else, let me know anytime ... ... ?

Yui: Anything else? Um then, where is Subaru-kun at?

(Because as soon as we arrived at at the mansion, I was separated from Subaru-kun.)

(Even if it would be difficult to meet up, I'd still like to know where he is.)

Azusa: If it's Subaru, then I think, he was probably put in the dungeon ... ... The place where Eve was, at first.

Yui: Is that so.

(Subaru-kun ... ... I hope he doesn't get hurt.)

(He was also shaken by Socrates' words. I'm sure he's thinking about a lot of things.)

(That I can't be by Subaru-kun's side like that ... ...)

... ... Haa *sighs*

Azusa: What's wrong, Eve ... ... ?

Yui: Ah, I'm sorry! I just suddenly sighed like that.

It's just, I'm worried about Subaru-kun is all ... ...

Azusa: About Subaru ... ... ?

Yui: He's badly injured, and I'm sure he's very tired.

When I think about him enduring everything alone in such a state, it even becomes hard for me.

I'm very worried about Subaru-kun ... ...

Azusa: I see ... ...

Yui: Carla-san and the others said to be obedient but ... ... but I really want to see him.)

(I wonder if I can somehow ask Azusa-kun ... ... ?)

Yui: Um you see, I have a favor to ask of you Azusa-kun. Can you somehow let me see Subaru-kun?

I want to see Subaru-kun's face. I want to know what he's doing right now ... ...

Azusa: ... ... ... ...

Yui: I know that its no use. However, I ---

Azusa: Alright ... ...

Yui: Eh!?

Azusa: You want to meet with Subaru, right ... ... ? Alright, I'll you ... ... meet up.

Yui: Really ... ... ?

Azusa: Yes, but make sure that no one finds you ... ... They'll get mad at me too, so.

*He opens the door*

Azusa: Here, this way ... ...

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Yui's Monologue:

I opened my eyes wide and stared at Azusa-kun, who quietly opened the door to this room.

Azusa-kun, are you serious? Can I really trust Azusa-kun?

I remember what happened in the Scarlet Mansion.

And also, about the Violet's welcome party.

There have always been ulterior motives when I was treated kindly. The feeling of being betrayed pierces my heart like a thorn.

What should I do if I am betrayed again? My cowardice makes my feet heavy.

However, if I just stay here, nothing will change.

... ... For Subaru-kun's sake, I muster up courage.

And then, I take a step forward.

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