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pitchsidestories · 10 hours

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Darling, hold my hand II Ona Batlle x Lucy Bronze

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a/n: hi, we hope you enjoy this little oneshot, as always this is just fiction, have fun reading. <3

As soon as the final whistle blew and the game against Bilbao ended, the celebratory mood in the Estadi Johan Cruyff set in. FC Barcelona won their ninth league title before the season even ended.

While the fans applauded and chanted their names, the players on the pitch celebrated wildly, hugging each other and jumping around under the night sky. The commanding victory only added to the exuberant atmosphere.

It was chaos on the field when the injured players joined the celebrations. From somewhere a drum had appeared on the grass and Ona and Alexia took turns beating it.

Lucy stood a little farther away, watching them attentively with a smile on her lips.

“Lucia.“, Alexia said, rolling her eyes at her teammate after calling her a second time.

Only then the English defender tore her eyes away from Ona: “Uhm.. What?“

Keira elbowed her in the side and grimaced: “Embarrassing, Lucy.“

“Like a lovesick puppy.“, Alexia agreed before Lucy could protest.

Keiras eye widened, excited by the comparison: “Right?“

Lucy shook her head, unimpressed: “Shut it, both of you!“

Ona held out the drumstick towards her: “Want to try too?“

Instead of Lucy, Cata Coll answered: “Oh, look, Ale. Olga is over there.“ She pointed towards the stands. Alexias head immediately whipped around in the direction.

Cata winked at Ona: “See, Oni? Works every time.“

“She’s so in love.“, the Spanish defender smiled back.

Alexia turned towards Lucy, letting go of the drum: “Here, Lucy. I’m sure you’ll take good care of the drum with Ona.“

Lucys eyes narrowed in suspicion: “Thanks?“

“You’re welcome.“

“Ona, you were right. Ale is so in love.“, Lucy grinned as they watched their captain walk towards her girlfriend and embrace her.

“I told you she’s.“, the smaller defender laughed.

“How does it feel? To be back at Barcelona and winning the league in your first season?“, Lucy asked, subtly placing a hand on the Spanish players waist.

Onas eyes lit up as she looked at the English defender, trying to summarize her emotions with one word: “Amazing.“

“You played amazing. And your goal tonight…“

“Yes?“, you asked, prompting her to continue.

In her typical nonchalant way, she just shrugged: “It was pretty nice too.“

Ona laughed at the half-compliment: “Thanks.“

“You’re welcome.“

For a second, the two football players were unusually silent, soaking in the lighthearted atmosphere.

Sandra Paños came over to take the drum from them.

Ona leaned over, whispering into Lucys ear: “When do you think we can go home?“

“This will take a while.”, the older woman replied truthfully, her voice filled with longing for the time when it only was the two of them.

“Ugh, I feared you’d say that.”, mirroring that want of being alone, the Spanish defender groaned.

Lucy gave her girlfriend an apologetic look: “Sorry. The ceremony hasn’t even started yet.”

“Do you think you can keep your hands to yourself during that?”, Ona teased the English player with an amused grin on her lips.

“You’re the one who came close for a hug.”, the older woman protested smirking.

“And you were coming closer when we had the team photos before the match started.”, the Spanish defender reminded her.

“Not true.”, Lucy countered laughing even though she knew fully well that the younger woman was right about her observation.

“Yes, you did.”, Keira said as she joined their conversation giggling.

“Lies.”, her England teammate responded.

Clearing her throat Jana tapped the older woman’s shoulder:” Excuse me, but I got to steal your girlfriend for now, Lucia.”

“Where are you going?”, Lucy asked curiously.

“You’ll see.”, the younger defender promised wearing a secretive smile on her face.

“Rude.”, the English woman mumbled, shaking her head.

“Sorry.”, Ona mouthed into the direction of her girlfriend as Jana was pulling her away to some fellow Spanish players who wanted to take a group photo together which afforded her presence.

“Fine then.”, Lucy told her as she was making her way to the teammates who weren’t taking part in that specific photo shooting.

Meanwhile Ona realized what which task was laying ahead of her. “Another round of photos, Jana?”, she whined in front of her friend.

“Yes, come here.”, Jana nodded enthusiastically before they each took their positions to let the photographer do her work.

Afterwards it took Ona a bit of time to find her girlfriend in the crowd who kept celebrating, she let out a quiet gasp as a familiar voice came from behind her back. “Done with your little photo shooting, pretty girl?”

Hearing the English woman saying that gave her goosebumps, but the Spanish woman tried to play it down by saying:” Lucia, stop.”

“I'm doing nothing, no suspicious looks and no touching.”, Lucy objected, smiling innocently to underline her message.

“Just subtle flirting, huh?”, the younger defender raised an eyebrow at her. Her girlfriends face was an open book, not only to her, but for the public as well.

Lucy swiftly changed the topic of the conversation, motioning towards the rest of the team who slowly started to head towards the dressing room: “Uhm, seems like the party is heading elsewhere now. Let’s go.“

While she started walking, Ona followed a few steps behind. “Coming!“

She quickly caught up with Lucy and took a leap onto her back, her arms around Lucy shoulders and giggled.

“Oh, and jumping on my back is subtle, Ona?“, she commented while trying to steady herself to keep them from falling over.

Sandra passed them and remarked with a smirk: “You two are not very subtle, no matter what you do, Luce.“

Ona finally jumped off of Lucy and instead wrapped her arms around the older defenders waist while walking: “Doesn’t matter now anyway.“

“Wait until we’re home…“, Lucy grinned which caused Sandra to grimace in disgust.

She shot her teammate a reproachful look and nodded in the direction of Vicky Lopez and Salma Paralluelo: “Lucia, not in front of the children!“

Barcelonas young strikers both remained unimpressed.

“As if we didn’t know what they’re doing. They’ve been clingy all night.“, Salma said, lovingly poking fun at the older players.

Vicky agreed quickly: “Honestly, we might be young but not naive.“

Alexia appeared between the two of them, ruffling Vickys curls: “Stop sounding so grown up, that’s not okay.“

“We’re adults, get used to it.“, Salma replied, clearly amused by the situation.

Alexia shook her head: “Never.“

“Let’s go, Vicky.“, Salma rolled her eyes and turning away from their unusually sentimental captain.

The young striker followed her: “I’m coming.“

Relieved that the attention had shifted away from them, Ona started to impatiently tug on Lucys hand and quietly said: “Come on, Luce.“

Laughing, the English football player let Ona drag her along: “Alright.“

“Getting Paella on the way home?“, the younger woman asked, blinking innocently at her girlfriend.

Lucy raised an eyebrow: “Really? Food?“

Ona bit back a smile as she quickly admitted: “Actually, that can wait.“

“Good. Because I definitely can’t wait.“

“Me neither to be honest.“ Onas cheeks blushed bright pink.

The two defenders followed the other players into the dressing room and got changed. In a quiet moment, they left the continuing celebration as inconspicuously as possible.

The whole drive home, Ona could feel the impatience radiating off of Lucy. The Spanish defender smiled to herself. Teasingly, she put her hand on the inside of Lucys thigh while she drove, slightly faster than she should.

With a cheeky smile Ona loosened her braid, so her hair fell in long waves, knowing all too well how much the English player loved this look on her, who tried her hardest not to stare because she’s been the driver tonight.

The younger woman opened the window of the car on her passenger seat side, letting the still warm night in and enjoying the wind in her hair as she leaned outside to feel it.

The adrenaline of the win running through her veins, Ona let out a small victorious scream, only causing Lucy to drive faster as her patience has her limits.

When they stepped through the door of their shared appartement, the Spanish defender turned around to look at her girlfriend expectantly:” You can kiss me now?”

“Now.”, the English woman repeated, her voice leaving no doubt that she was done with waiting.

“Yes. No one is here watching even Narla and Coco are asleep.”, Ona replied, pointing to the little dogs who were each sleeping in their small beds.

“Come here.”, Lucy said, opening her arms before hugging the smaller defender.

“We’re campeonas.”, Ona mumbled against the English woman’s bare skin, making her shiver underneath her as she pressed a few kisses on it.

Clearing her throat Lucy lifted the younger player’s chin, so she could look into her green eyes darkened with desire:” We’re.”

With that said Ona gave her a passionate kiss before the English defender lifted her up to carry her into their bedroom to celebrate the league win the way they wanted to do for the whole evening.

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miloonepiece · 2 days

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could you do a luffy x reader where him and, his non devil fruit eater s/o, get thrown overboard and wash ashore on some type of dessert and his s/o is sick with heatstroke. :3 some type of fluff angst

|| I am so sorry for how long this took me to respond to this request, I got hit with a huge wave of homework from my classes and then got hit with serious writer's block!! but I eventually got it and so here it is!! I hope you enjoy it, this was pretty fun to write :3

WARNINGS: NONE! SFW! Luffy x Gn!Reader, Some angst, Near-death experience???

You weren’t sure how long you had fallen overboard, keeping a knocked-out Luffy close to you as the both of you drifted out at sea on the plank from the enemy pirate ship. You lay on your back, your eyes closed as you found yourself nodding in and out of consciousness. You felt your heart pounding in your chest and your skin felt all dry as if you had scrubbed it with sandpaper or mini blades. Finally, you heard the sound of your crew and felt gentle hands grabbing ahold of you, you knew it was Sanji how he handled you with such gentleness.

You weren’t sure what was happening once you heard the crew panicking over Luffy but most importantly the way that Chopper and Sanji seemed to have all their attention on you, you weren’t upset over the others giving their attention to Luffy - he was your captain without him there was no crew - and you really couldn’t even stay awake long enough to be upset over such silly things. Sanji would take you along with Chopper to tend to your serious injurious, feeling cold touch your skin and causing you to flinch up attempting to pull away.

Sanji would hold you down carefully so Chopper could put medicine to the skin that had been the most burnt, your ears were ringing and you had no idea what the two boys had even been talking about except for the fact that you were a bit worried if Luffy was okay yourself. It was funny that in such a serious moment for yourself you couldn’t think of anyone else but your captain, I mean who could blame you? He did so much for so many people and he had a dream that he still needed to fulfill you didn’t want to be the reason he wouldn’t be able to achieve that.

Eventually after struggling to stay awake, your body grew to weak and you gave into sleep.

-+-

You woke up to be wrapped up in bandages, cold covering your whole body and your vision was blurry struggling to comprehend what was surrounding you. Once your eyes had finally adjusted you saw your captain, he seemed bored as he held a bit paper fan that he moved lazily to cool your body off. He was to busy using his other hand to pick at his own nose to have noticed that you had finally opened your eyes after a whole day of sleeping.

“Luff…?” You spoke up and the boy with raven hair snapped to look at you, “[Name]!” He called out with a big grin and flicking whatever came from his nose off to the side as he scooted closer to you. He was being careful, he had been scolded by Nami and Sanji multiple times for attempting to shake you awake only causing you to groan out in pain in your sleep. You looked at him for a moment before attempting to shift your position only to hiss out in pain.

Luffy looked at you before remembering what he was sitting here doing that had caused him to get so bored, that he continued to fan your body as he watched you. “Chopper said you shouldn’t move too much.” He told you, the only important part of the conversation that he had with the little reindeer. He stared at you and you stared back with a worried expression, though straining your face began to sting and pull at the sunburn that had grown on your face.

You watched him for a moment before letting out an upset huff, “’m sorry luff.” you mentioned to tell him, your lips tugging to smile but only causing you more discomfort and pain. He tilted his head and furrowed his brows, “For what?” He questioned you and you just blinked at him, giving your face a moment to relax before responding. “Not protecting you…” You mumbled, attempting to use as little of your facial muscles as possible.

Luffy blinked slowly at you before breaking out into a cackle, “Oh [Name]! Yeah, you totally sucked at protecting me.” He says bluntly causing you to huff out at him upset but he shakes his head, “But thanks to you I’m not at the bottom of the ocean!” He hums out smiling at you, “I should be the one saying sorry for not protecting you from the stupid sun!” He retorts.

You looked at him and shook your head ever so slightly before letting out a small giggle, “You were passed out.” You tell him, “I don’t blame you.” You tell him and watch as his facial expression… softened. He scooted closer causing the chair to scrap against the ground with a loud and obnoxious sound; then he planted a small kiss against your forehead.

This action caused you to stop breathing for a moment and stare at your captain who rarely ever showed any kind of, romantic affection to anyone. He smiled at you with his toothy grin before gently patting your head and then continuing to fan you with the paper fan, you watched him and cursed mentally at the fact you were restricted by these damn bandages.

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fakesimp · 3 days

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Teasing sadist 3.0 Shu? 👀 Perhaps NSFW? I just want you to go nuts with your imagination pls.

Sadistically Attractive, With Shu Yamino

Warning !

Nsfw ; Sadist! Shu 3.0 ; Afab! Reader ; Shu teases you for 'fun' ; The use of Shibari, Sorcery, the rest is a surprise ; Established Relationship

Minors DNI — Proceed at your own risk !

A/n !

God,

thank you for the opportunity, for hearing me out, because goodness gracious his 3.0 is holding me on chokehold.

Not to mention the tweet you share? Omg. Those biceps? Holy crap.

➶◜◝➴

He is pretending to be seiso.

I know he know nsfw stuff, he is just hiding it. You at the other hand, will try to find out how to awaken that hidden side of him.

Just recently he got a new haircut, it totally took you by surprise since you are used to him having a long hair, but the new hairstyle suits him well. The messy hairstyle he got, his bangs? Gosh.

And just yesterday you decided to go shopping for new fit for him, and again it suits him so good, he choose to wear a turtleneck though. Don't you wonder why he decided to wear such clothing?

Now that you think about it, his clothing mostly covers his neck—

Perhaps, his neck is his one of his weaknesses? You pondered, and now here you are in the living room of your shared humble abode. Thinking about what to do, there are numerous scenarios made in your head as you tried to figure out his hidden side.

Numerous time you also have tried to get that hidden side of him out, yet you failed miserably. He somehow always manage to escape so smoothly, as if he could see through your plans, and he perfectly evades the idea.

While you're thinking about what to do, Shu suddenly appeared from the corner of your eyes, walking to the kitchen. Seemingly to grab some food or something, he then noticed you sitting on the couch frowning.

"Babe? What's wrong?" He asked, making you snapped back to reality. You look to where he is, and shook your head slightly, "Nothing, I was, just. Thinking something silly that's all." You responded, he hummed softly, you look back at him as he is going around the kitchen gathering some, stuff. "You're still streaming?" You asked him, he stopped for a moment, he glanced over at you. "Yeah, I was planning to grind on some games though, wanna come and see?" He offered.

. . .

Here you are now, in his streaming room, there is a couch in the room, so you decided to make yourself comfortable there while he displayed the game he's playing on the TV across you.

You don't remember how long has it been, but he had been sitting there for literal hours, and you can no longer sit down on the couch comfortably.

So you just decided to go to him, pulling his chair back a bit to make some space for you to slip onto his lap. He at first was confused on why did you suddenly pull his gaming chair away, but the moment he realizes you tried to sit on his lap he fixed his position and let you sit down on his lap whilst he's playing.

"Got bored already? Sorry, just a little bit more and I'm done—" He apologized, you can feel his body shook slightly as he let out a soft chuckle. You can feel his hand on your lower back, while the other is on the keyboard.

Feeling feisty, you decided to kiss his neck. That caught him by surprise, he jolted slightly under you. "Babe— don't do that" He whispered to you, but you didn't listen and continue your onslaught on his neck. You can hear his breath hitched as you do, soon you heard him stop typing on the keyboard and he pushed himself away from the table, making the chair he's sitting on go backwards a bit.

"What's up with you?" He asked as he gently push you away, trying to see your face. Once he see you pouting, he could only smile apologetically. "Is it because I played too much?— I'm sorry babe.." He apologies once more, his hand, on your hips.

His thumb graze along the lines of your waist, his purple eyes softly staring at you. "You know, I noticed what you've been trying to do" he whispered, his thumb still rubbing against your skin. His violet eyes goes down to your neck, down further before he blinked and his eyes stared back into yours.

"Why are you so, eager to know about this, hidden side of me you're thinking of?" He asked, there is a glint of curiosity in his eyes as he waits for your response. "It seems impossible for someone like you to be, innocent, you know?" He blinked, once, twice. Before he let out a small laugh and pulled you closer to him.

Burying his face at the crook of your neck, he planted a gentle kiss.

"Do you really want to know?"

"...Yes"

. . .

On the bed, only in your undergarments. Tied up prettily with purple ropes, that is hugging your torso and your arms, from one knot to another. And then there's your beloved sorcerer still sitting by the gaming chair, legs crossed, chin resting on his palm as he watches his shikigamis glide around your body, tying you up.

"Are you alright? Is it too tight?" He asked as he finally got up from the chair and approached you on the bed, sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand reached out to the ropes. Gently glazing his finger along the ropes, "Tell me if it's too tight." He whispered. You stared at him and shook your head, "It's, not too tight, I'm okay" Though your hands are tied behind you, you couldn't do much about it.

"Okay" he then planted a gentle kiss on your temple, "You remember the safe word we discussed a moment ago?" "Of course I do." He chuckled at your response. He shuffled a bit, his hand reached out to something behind you. After a moment he finally spoke—

"Lay down for me." You hesitantly laid down on the bed, only for you to realize he put some pillows behind you so you wouldn't lay down on a weird position. "Is it good? Do you need me to readjust the pillows?" You shifted a bit and look at him, "No, ..this is perfect"

He smiled at you and looked over by the tv that' stkll have his game on display, he let out a small sigh before looking back at you. "Well then, shall we start?"

. . .

Your eyes are covered, your other senses are heightened because of it. You are not able to see what your beloved going to do to you, you are left in the dark.

When you're just about to call out to him you suddenly felt something cold touching your skin, making you whimper upon the sudden sensation. "That' so cold— what is tha— ah—!" And then you felt something hot, "Shu—" you shifted on the bed, trying to evade whatever the thing that touches you. "Yes?" He responded, he sounded so innocent after what happened.

"Too much?" He asked and chuckled, you then felt his hand pressed down on your stomach. Not letting you move anywhere, "Stop squirming." As he said so you felt something hot touching your neck, trailing down to your chest.

It was his finger.

His finger moved from one place to another meanwhile the other hand that's pressing down on you suddenly grew colder. Making you whine, "Cold— too cold— hnn.." You unconsciously tried to close your legs, but the moment you try to do so, you are only getting blocked by Shu's body.

You felt the bed shifted slightly to your side, and then the next thing you knew you felt Shu's breathing right next to your ear. He planted a kiss on your earlobe, he then nibble on them as his hand that was previously on your stomach now going up your chest. Pinching down your nipples with the coldness of his finger tips, "sHuU!— NngG—!" Your voice cracked as his name escaped your lips.

You only heard a low hum from him, his lips trailed down from your ear, to your jawline, down further to your neck, and stopped right on your collarbone. Now both of his hands are playing with your nipples, pinching them every now and then.

"I'm here." He whispered as he continue his onslaught, his lips trailing down further to your chest, dangerously close to your nipples. "PleASeE!— aH— Mmm.." You felt his tongue licking your nipple, sucking on them even, making your body arched to him. Your hands desperately tried to escape the ropes, trying to hold his head still.

God, it felt so good.

The way he sucked and licked on your nipple drives you insane, but lord have mercy, he just refuses to touch your lower half. You're soaked, just from him playing with your nipples, and it got worse when you felt his mouth wrapped around one of them.

Not long after that, his teeth pulled on them, making you immediately let out a screech at the slight pain. Shu let go of your nipple and chuckled, "Whoops" He doesn't sound sorry at all.

His hand is now making their way down to your thigh, giving them a gentle squeeze before moving his hand into your inner thigh. Moving upwards oh so slowly, approaching your leaking core. "So wet, and I haven't even done much" he whispered, "Or is it already too much?" He added.

His violet eyes fluttered up, making eye contact with you. "Tell me, what is it that you want, hm?" His words tried to encourage you to say what you crave, want, need. But your voice refuses to get out, it's stuck on your throat.

"Well, if you don't tell me what you want, I won't be able to know what it is." He shrugged and moved his hand away, just gently playing with your thighs, giving them a squeeze every now and then. Waiting for your response, "So, tell me.." his hand goes further away, eventually holding your ankle, slowly rising them up to his lips.

"What is it that you desire?" He whispered as his eyes flutter close, his lips leaving a trail of kisses, from your ankle, further down. Till his lips reached to your inner thighs once more. "Want you, ...Hn— please?—" You pleaded, your hips moved, trying to make your leaking core feel a friction you've been craving. Desperate, trying to reach your high.

"Please— Shu— touch me, anything— I want to cum—" You whined, hips humping on air, making the Raven haired male held you down by the waist, "Mhm?" He simply hummed at your needy self. Not even bothered to help you, he just continue kissing your inner thigh, his lips moved even closer to your core, close but also not close.

"You want to cum?" Shu repeated as he let out a chuckle, goodness gracious this man. He just kept going in circles, making your head dizzy with his teases. "Please, please please please— I want to cum— shuu..." You pleaded again, and again, and again. You couldn't see his face, you don't know what face he's making as he heard your endless pleas.

You heard the sheets shuffling near you, and then you felt Shu's hand on your neck, rubbing his thumb oh so gently, and softly presses down on your pulse, your heart beating so fast, you bet he could feel it under his touch. "Your heart, they're beating so fast.. Are you nervous? ...or instead, are you excited?" He asked he then planted a kiss at the corner of your lips—

"You want to cum, right?" He added, you nod your head. And the next thing you knew his fingers finally brushed against your clit, his finger moved slowly at first, your body twitched here and there at the sensation. Your body temperature slowly rising up, your whimpers and whines getting louder as you reach your high. "I'm close I'm close—" you informed the sorcerer, and the moved his fingers faster than before.

Making your body jolted, you grabbed onto whatever that's close to you, and one of them is Shu's arms. "Cum." He said, as he moved his fingers. And after he said so, you came, and he stopped. Shu slowly took off your blindfold, it took a moment for you to adjust with the sudden brightness. Once your eyes have adjusted with it, you look at Shu, who' smiling at you. "You're doing so well" he said as you felt his hand on your thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Mm.. Thank you.." And just when you thought you're done, Shu's finger once again glazed on your sensitive clit, earning a whine from you. "Nngg—... W, wait—.."

"We're nowhere near done, This is only the beginning.

You're asking for this, be prepared."

©fakesimp . 2024

A/n !

I'm leaving the rest to your imagination 🙏🏻

This is sitting in my draft longer than anticipated, the last request might take awhile because—

My brain refuses to work. 💔

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veronicaphoenix · 2 days

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let me worship you | samurai!noah

Summary: She's curious about Noah's skills when it comes to binding prisoners and restraining... her, so she asks him to teach her. Noah is just trying to be a good instructor, considering skills with the rope might be practical for her, but his princess is a minx and her intentions are a bit mischievous.

can be read as a one shot ✨ but it's part of the samurai!noah fic™ (this takes place before the main storyline) pairing: samurai!noah x his princess | words: 3.4k tags & trigger warnings: set in feudal Japan, forbidden love, clandestine rendezvous, references to f/m intercourse (p in v, unprotected), shibari (bondage, rope play), dry humping.

“You wanted me to teach you, and I’m going to teach you properly. You don’t need to be naked for that.” “Are you sure?”

Author's note: Everybody say "thank you, @somebodyels3" because this was her idea. I just turned her 100 words into 3k. I hope everybody learns something from this piece and that we all go to bed knowing how to tie a handcuff knot... for protection purposes, ofc.

Also, i just edited this very quickly because I wanted to share it tonight, so there might be a bunch of typos. Sorry.

Tagging the beautiful @thescarlettvvitch because she likes to read my stories before bedtime. 🥹

It was just an innocent question.

A question that spurred from curiosity about his mastery of ropes and his ease in tying intricate knots in mere minutes.

When I asked Noah to teach me how to perform those knots, I was still lying on the mattress in my grandmother’s village house. It was past midnight, and I had spent the last half-hour at Noah’s mercy, my hands tied while resting on my own stomach as Noah, kneeling between my legs, held my thighs and penetrated me again and again until, with a contained roar, emptied himself, his release coating my skin.

I hadn’t yet cleaned myself when, somewhat composed, he allowed my feet to touch the softness of the mattress again and approached my side to untie my hands.

First, he inquired about my well-being, deftly unwinding the red rope from one wrist and then the other with his fingers. I responded affirmatively after he gave me a concerned look for my intial silence, as I had been captivated by watching him untie me. Then, he gently massaged my wrists. And that’s when I posed the question.

“Would you teach me how to tie those knots?”

He appeared puzzled, but persuasion wasn’t difficult.

When he inquired why I wanted to learn and how I thought I could benefit from them, I shrugged, though I managed to coax him with mentions about the value of knowledge in general and how they might be practical in certain situations, perhaps even for my own protection.

Before long, he was between my legs with a cotton towel, wearing a silly grin as he cleaned me, his head shaking from side to side. It was as if he knew I was relentless and wouldn’t cease pestering him until I was content. Because I was aware there was nothing he wouldn’t do for me, and sometimes, as selfish as it seemed, I took advantage of that.

“It’s also time that I worship you too, isn’t it?”

At those words, he froze. His gaze traveled from my core to my eyes. I blinked a few times, feigning innocence, as if I hadn’t been begging him just minutes earlier to be rougher with me because he was always so gentle, treating me as if I were made of glass.

“It’s getting late,” he said through clenched teeth, reminding me that our time was limited. “Stop tempting me before I cease caring whether your parents notice you’re in your bedroom or not.”

The next time we saw each other was in the small shelter nestled within the forest, a forty minute walk from my father’s estate and the same place where Noah and I had lost our virginity years before. Noah brought along the rope and offered to instruct me, his demeanour serious and determined despite my occassional mischievous smiles.

The situation struck me as amusing because I had a singular purpose behind it all, yet Noah seemed to be approaching it way too seriously. But then again, that was typical of him, embodying the spirit of the Samurai he was.

His katana rested peacefully on the wooden floor beside the bed, never too far away in case he might need it.

“Give me your hands. I can’t teach you if I don’t actually tie you up,” he ordered.

“Well,” I quipped, “can’t we undress? I’m thinking we could have skipped this part much earlier, considering the amount of times you’ve tied me up already, while I was naked.”

He responded with a raised eyebrow and a reproachful gaze.

“You wanted me to teach you, and I’m going to teach you properly. You don’t need to be naked for that,” he asserted.

“Are you sure?” I teased.

“Yes,” he affirmed, holding my gaze until he saw my nod of agreement. “Now, be still and pay attention.”

I did. I set aside the lewd thoughts, presented my wrists to Noah, and focused on how his hands presented the rope to me, then, how his fingers moved slowly to avoid disorienting me from the explanation as they wound around my wrists.

“You’re holding the rope like this, with one end in each hand,” he began. “Start by making a loop with the right-hand side of the rope. You want it to be about the size of your opponent’s fist. Then, take the left-hand side of the rope and wrap it around the loop, going underneath and then over the top. Make sure to leave a little bit of slack, understood?”

I nodded, committing to memory the trajectory of each end of the rope and gripping it firmly. I remained acutely aware of every instance Noah’s fingertips brushed against my skin.

“Next, bring the left-hand side of the rope back around and insert it through the loop you just made, going over the top, like this. See? It creates sort of pretzel shape with the rope.”

“It’s cute,” I commented, just a genuine thought, no mischief intended.

“Not as cute as you look when you’re tied up and happily at my mercy,” he replied, causing me to shoot him a scowful glare.

He had insisted I pay attention, and now he was interjecting with these comments.

With a chuckle, he pecked my nose and continued his instruction.

“Now comes the tricky part. Focus. You’ll want to pull on both ends of the rope, okay? Tightening everything up. As you do this,” he demonstrated, “the loop you made at the beginning will start to cinch down, forming a secure knot. Like this.” He paused to ensure it wasn’t too tight on me. I assured him it wasn’t. Only when he was certain he proceeded. “To finish it off, just make sure everything is nice and tight, and you’re done. You’ve got yourself a handcuff knot. It’s great for all sorts of things, not just to tie up a prisoner. It might come in handy if you ever need to secure a weapon, for instance.”

I mentally reviewed the steps before nodding. I examined the knot that held my wrists together. I made attempt to free myself, a gesture I had repeated many times before to test Noah’s effectiveness and skill with the art of knots, but the knot didn’t budge an inch.

“Can you repeat it again, so it’s clearer to me?” I asked.

“Of course,” he replied.

With the same skill but faster, he undid the knot and freed my wrists. He repeated the process of tying me up, once again indicating each step and having me verbally repeat the instructions.

“It doesn’t seem difficult,” I mentioned.

“It isn’t,” he confirmed, still seated on his heels in front of me. “It’s one of the easiest knots. You’ll have it mastered in no time once you practice a bit.”

“Can I start now?”

“With what?” he inquired, furrowing his brow genuinely. It wasn’t that he was playing dumb. It was that he literally didn’t conveice the idea that I could practive with him, that I could tie him up.

“With you,” I said seriously.

He chuckled at first, but as my seriousness sank in, his expression shifted to one of disbelief. Why did he always have to be so challenging? He arched an eyebrow at me.

“You want to tie me,” he clarified, more to himself than to me. “A Samurai. You want to tie up a Samurai.”

“For practice,” I emphasized fighting back a smile that threatened to betray my intetions.

Noah relented with a resigned sigh, muttering to himself that it was a useful skill for me to possess, so why not give it a try.

“How will I know if I’m doing it right if I don’t actually try? And if it’s not with you, who else can I possibly practice with? Would you prefer my first attempt to be in a life-or-death scenario?” as I noticed his expression darken at the thought of such a dire situation and the potential danger it posed to me, I knew I had him convinced.

“You have a point,” he conceded, though suspicion lingered in his gaze, suggesting he thought I might be enjoying this more than I let on. With some reluctance, he handed me the rope and extended his wrists, positioning them side by side.

I shook my head, causing Noah to furrow his brow in confusion.

“I should tie them at your back. If I ever find myself in such a situation, I’d likely be behind the enemy, not in front of them.”

“If you ever find yourself in such a situation, it’ll be because I haven’t been a good enough samurai,” he replied with a hint of self-criticism.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You know I don’t like it when you’re overly critical,” I gently chided. “Please, turn around.”

“Hm. Only because you’re actually good at being persuasive…”

He turned around to kneel with his back to me. He crossed his hands behind his back, interlocking his wrists. I flashed a wide smile as I bit my lip now that he couldn’t see me.

“I’ll let you know if you make a mistake,” he said.

“How will you know if I’m making a mistake when you’re facing away from me?”

“I know the art of knots like the back of my hand. I don’t need to watch to know if you’re doing correctly. “

“All right…” I murmured, then couldn’t resist making an annoyed face behind his back.

“What was that?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I replied innocently.

“Don’t tempt me to turn around and tie you up completely; not just your hands—maybe your ankles too.”

I sighed, pretending.

“Will you relax? Drop that Samurai attitude for a moment. Pretend you’re a captured soldier, because that’s what you are.”

“Not yet.”

He was fortunate I was deeply enraptured with him. Otherwise, I would have bound his hands and instead of granting him what I had in mind, I would have left him there tied up for hours without further ado.

It didn’t take me more than two minutes, a fact that surprised me greatly given it was my first attempt. When Noah tried to pull his wrists apart and the rope held firm, I nodded in approval, tilting my head to the side with a hum of approval and feeling a swell of pride in my chest.

However, the expression on Noah’s face —as he strained to look over his shoulder— told a different story.

He had doubted my capability, and now he found himself bound and at my mercy.

“As I was saying, a captured soldier.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, a compliment hidden in his words. “That’s a damn good knot.”

“Are you impressed?”

“Yeah, of course I—“ his words caught in his throat as my lips brushed against his nape.

This was the reaction I had been hoping for.

In mere moments, Noah would realize my true intention from the start, understanding that he had no choice but to let me take charge for the rest of our short time together that night.

“You’re mine now,” I concluded.

Standing up, I circled around him, eager to witness his bewildered expression.

There it was.

He attempted to free himself once more, but soon realized the futility of his efforts. Even if he were the most cunning and well-trained samurai in my father’s army, he wouldn’t be able to break free. He had taught me himself, and I had learnt quickly.

“Well…” he began, still maintaining a semblance of composure, “I’ve always been yours, haven’t I?” A hint of sweetness and pride danced across his features and echoed in his voice. He never missed an opportunity to say the right things and make me melt.

However, the atmosphere shifted in the next few seconds.

“You did a good job. Let’s see if you’re as quick untying me.”

“No.”

“What?”

“I’m going to enjoy this,” I declared.

When realization hit him, he tried to stand up.

Of course, having his hands bound behind his back wasn’t much of an obstacle for him. In any other situation, he would rise and find a way to free himself, using his legs to attack his adversary.

But today, there was no enemy in the room.

Only his lover.

He might have been stronger, but I was faster.

Before he could fully stand, I guided him back onto his knees and straddled him, the weight of my body keeping him in place. I was certain no other foe had ever put him in such an intimate position.

My hands found their way to his shoulders, and as I smiled down at him —a gesture he didn’t reciprocate as surprise, anger, and perhaps a hint of pleading flashed across his face—, I trailed my fingers along the exposed skin of his neck.

“Untie me. Right now,” he demanded.

“No,” I repeated softly, my lips tracing a path along his neck.

I could sense he was holding his breath.

“I was wondering…” I began, my words barely grazing him. “If you would tell me more about your tattoos.”

“What do you want to… know?” he managed to say after I focused on a particularly sensitive spot just below his ear.

“Hmm. I’m curious about a few things…” I continued, trailing kisses from one side of his neck to the other, moving upward to nibble at his jaw and peck his lips once. “But I don’t remember exactly what I was curious about, so I might have to see them again.”

With that, I leaned back slightly, my hands stealthily sliping under our bodies until they found the belt of Noah’s black kimono. He muttered my name in warning, but I paid no heed.

Letting the ends of the belt fall to the sides, I slid my hands up through the sides of his kimono until I grasped them and slowly moved them aside, revealing Noah’s naked torso underneath—muscles, scars, and secret tattoos.

I couldn’t help but bite my lip again.

As my palm pressed against his chest, I could feel his rapid heartbeat beneath my touch. Beneath my body, I could sense his erection growing.

I raised my gaze back to him and I showed him a smirk and a special glint in my eyes, revealing that this had been my intention from the very beginning, and now he had no choice but to surrender to me.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game, young lady,” he warned, though his voice was restrained.

“Am I?” I questioned, my fingers tracing down the lines of the snake tattooed on his chest.

Bending down, I kissed the creature’s head before trailing kisses along his clavicle, then down, and down again, until I found his nipple and touched it with the tip of my tongue.

I noticed him close his eyes, a muscle ticking in his jaw, and a vein pulsing in his neck.

Taking a long lick at his nipple, I waited for his reaction.

With his hands restrained at his back and me straddling him, there wasn’t much he could do. I would do as I pleased for the remainer of the night—touch him, kiss him, adore him, and worship him until my heart was content.

So I traced every inch of skin, every scar, and every tattoo without feeling rushed, comitting each of his faults and perfections to memory, adoring them all the same.

When I kissed him on the lips, sweet yet seductive, he tried to keep me there by nibbling at my lips. But tonight, he wasn’t in control and he couldn’t deal with the idea. Tonight, he couldn’t halt my movements by seizing my wrists or flipping me over onto the mattress to devour me.

He could only let me do.

And I would do.

There was a spot under his clavicle that would hold a love bite for days, a reminder of the promise that my love held. Nobody would see it, but it would be there—a temporary tattoo made not by a needle, but by the suction of his lover’s mouth.

As I tended to him, I sensed him trying to find a weakness in the knot, but there was none. That’s what happens when you’re the best at tying knots and you teach your girl, I suppose. I wanted to tell him that, but I couldn’t wait any longer to see how aroused he’d become.

Sliding my hands down his chest, I found the bulge in his pants. When my hand pressed against it, palming it and feeling it pulsate beneath, his voice emerged hard and restrained, as if in pain.

“Don’t.”

“But where’s the fun, then?” I countered.

“I swear to the Gods, if you even think…”

But as he uttered those words, I freed hiscock and watched in awe at how hard it was.

“What do you swear to the Gods?” I asked, my eyes locked on his shaft, marveling at its beauty, imagining how warm it would feel in my hand, how wonderful it would feel inside of me…

His response came out as a low growl, cut off before he had a chance to answer. Shifting my position atop him, I positioned his erection snugly between my legs, tantalizingly close to my core, separated only by the fabric of my own clothing.

With delicate kisses peppering his jaw, neck, and cheeks, my fingers roamed every inch of his body on display.

Not long after, his lips were swollen, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple, and his heartbeat quickened. He clenched his teeth, a pained expression crossing his face as he leaned his forehead against my shoulder.

“Untie me. I beg you. Let me share this with you. I want— I need to be inside of you.”

“No.”

His eyes shot open.

My decision was final.

“Please.”

Oh, it was exquisite to hear him beg for a change.

“Do you think you can convince me with those beautiful brown eyes? You forget, my lover is…” my lips found their place on his neck once again, “ a Samurai, and he’s been teaching me…” another kiss, “how to be disciplined, resilient, determined, and…” I fought the urge to bite him in temptation, “lethal.”

His hips arched instinctively, seeking friction, his hands flexing with the urge to touch me.

“Make yourself feel good, then. Please.” There it was again, this time his voice deeper. “For me?”

“No.”

He swallowed, realizing this wasn’t going to play out as he desired. Not even a bit. He might as well admit defeat. He was still too proud to do so, though.

So, I ground myself against him, a sinful dance, feeling the hardness of his length pressing against me, wondering if I could withstand this much longer before I gave in and untied him, letting him fill me with every inch of his cock.

I was on the brink of moaning into his neck, so close to setting him free… But his hips jerked up suddenly, accompanied by a guttural sound, and his head pressed against my shoulder, halting my movements.

We fell into silence for a minute or so, his breathing shifting from rapid to slow and steady. His heartbeat beneath my palm was gradually relenting, yet his dick still throbbed under me, slick and wetness seeping through the fabric of my kimono.

“Noah,” I spoke, my voice barely a whisper in the confines of the small room we were in, “did you just…?”

“Do not say anything,” was his reply, stern and cold.

Uh-oh. I was in trouble.

“Untie me right about now,” he demanded, breathless.

I almost chuckled, amused by the unexpected turn of events. I hadn’t actually contemplated the idea of him coming so hard and fast by just being restrained and having me on top, fully clothed. That hadn’t been my intention, but it was hilarious all the same.

However, I knew better than to mention it, especially in that moment. So, I kept it to myself and shifted away from his lap, noticing how his release had stained not only my kimono but his as well, the black fabric now marred with a conspicuous whitish, sticky stain.

He noticed it at the same time I did, and I swear I saw fire in his eyes.

“Untie me, I said.”

“Okay,” I replied quietly, moving to his back and kneeling down to undo the knot. “But…” I hesitated, knowing what he needed, but our time together that night was coming to an end. “We don’t have much time,” I acknowledged, finally releasing him. He shook his hands violently, attempting to rid himself of the restraints once and for all. “I should head back to my father’s ca—”

“The Shogun can wait,” his resolve was now absolute.

And dangerous.

Before I could react, he was already rising to his feet, his hands reaching out to grab me.

“I’m not done fucking his daughter.”

#noah sebastian #bad omens #noah sebastian x you #samurai!noah #the unmaking of a warrior #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfic #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian x ofc

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eyehearthoshi · 3 days

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₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ bang chan as enfj tropes

pairing ⟢ bang chan x gn!reader

warnings ⟢ mbti stuff lol. generalizations about enfjs and chan (i don’t know him personally obviously). not proofread oops!

wc ⟢ 949 (she short sorry)

author’s note ⟢ chan is pretty much the biggest enfj who ever enfj-ed so i knew i needed to make something mbti related for him!! mbti is a BIG hyperfixation of mine and i’ll probably do these for other idols in the future. i apologize in advance!

(this post inspired me to research more into mbti tropes)

➊ matchmaker crush aka the main character tries to help another character get with a love interest but oops!! the main character starts falling in love with the one they are helping…

oh i can see this clear as day because chan is very focused on helping other people. (i’m pretty sure he’s said before that he likes feeling needed by others??) so imagine if you came up to him asking for help with wooing your crush, he’d be so ready because you’re his friend!!! and he wants you to be happy!!!

and so he’s trying to set up situations where your crush could bump into you on “accident” and you can spend time with them (walks in the park, coffee shop hangouts, etc.) he’s talking you up to your crush when you aren’t there to show them how awesome you are. that kind of stuff.

problem is, he’s simultaneously realizing how awesome you are.

like he already knew how cool of a friend you are, but now he’s thinking about how cool of a s/o you would be.

i think he would freak out a little bit, not because he is uncomfortable with these type of feelings, but because you trusted him with helping and now he’s out here with the biggest heart eyes for you.

enfj’s dominant function is fe or extroverted feeling which means that they often prioritize others’ wants and needs before their own. chan would probably hold back his own feelings for as long as he could because he knows you want to be with someone else.

chan would kinda be jealous of you hanging out with your crush, but he hates feeling that way cause he thinks he’s being selfish.

(obviously this could end in angst with chan still loving you as you fall in love with another OR…it could end happily because i said so!! there is too much sadness in the world ok we are getting a happy ending!!)

maybe you saw how much effort chan put into helping you and how much he cares about your happiness and you’re suddenly like “who did i have a crush on again?” you realize you’d rather be hanging out with chan instead of the person you used to like.

you’d definitely have to be the one to confess on this one because chan doesn’t want to jeopardize the relationship you already have (plus, you know, he thinks you like someone else).

he’d probably be so shocked and happy when you told him!! like finally he can share all the feelings he’s been hiding from you! we just need more stories where the enfj isn’t the second lead ok i said it!!

➋ can dish it out, but can’t take it aka main character is a coy flirt with their s/o, but if their s/o flirts back they get flustered af

yeah, everyone, i didn’t actually find the real names for these tropes, but you know what i’m talking about right??

chan sometimes flirts with stays but the second anyone compliments him, he is suddenly bashful. i feel like this would easily translate over in his romantic life too.

enfjs are pretty good at appearing calm and cool when they’re actually nervous inside so chan is probably always a little flustered when he’s flirting with you, but this flustered feeling only gets worse when you decide to flirt back.

like imagine him saying cheesy pickup lines to you all day and giggling at your reactions, but the second you turn around and hit him with a “are you a camera? cause all i can do is smile when i see you” or a “you got a map? because i’m getting lost in your eyes” he would melt.

listen, i think chan is fully aware of his powers of flirtation, but i don’t think he would know how to respond if you took the upper hand and made him blush. he is a soft boy at his core, he told me so!

❸ knight in shining armor aka the main character likes playing the role of the protector and is always ready to defend their s/o

enfjs embody this trope because they aren’t afraid to protect and defend the people they care about (which is all people honestly lol). chan definitely gives me these vibes.

all i can think of when i picture chan and this trope is that one concert where he got so emotional and cried while talking about how he’d always protect stays. like yeah if you don’t think he’d have the same energy multiplied by ten for his s/o then i don’t know what to tell ya…

i don’t think this protectiveness stems from paranoia or anything. i moreso see it as enfj’s response to caring deeply about someone. as i mentioned, enfjs love people and they would truly defend strangers. so, when enfjs have someone who is special to them, they can’t help but feel this pull to be protective over them.

also, i must say that i don’t think chan would be one of those “protective” bfs that is actually toxic and possessive. no no, he’d be more the type to have you call him while you walk to your car at night so he knows you’re safe or the one to notice if you’re not feeling well before you do and offer to get you medicine/take you home/etc.

chan seems like someone who notices small things about people and uses that to be tuned in to other’s emotions. if you were dating him, he would definitely give you his jacket when you are cold. just remember to hold his hand to warm him up in return <3

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #skz #skz imagines #skz x reader #stray kids reactions #skz reactions #bang chan #bang chan x reader #bang chan imagines #kpop #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #emisastay #emwritesiguess

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perrigoaway · 2 days

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my edgeworth sim because you said you wanted to see it haha

Omg sorry this took me so long to respond to TT but they do look alike! Ace attorney sims is so fun, it makes me think "can we play ace attorney? We got ace attorney at home." Ace attorney at home:

A bonus doodle because these guys are CRAZY as sims

#ace attorney #teagies art #my art #narumitsu #wrightworth #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #sims 4

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throneofsmut · 1 day

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Quiet In The Library

Dorian Havilliard x Female Reader

Description: Dorian finds reader in the Library of Orynth during a visit to Terrasen. Based on this request.

Warnings: Smut !!

Word Count: 893

Author's Note: sorry this took so long 😖 but i hope whoever requested this likes it and i swear im working on the last two requests 😭😭

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You were standing on the tips of your toes, reaching for a book on a too tall shelf in the Library of Orynth, your fingertips barely brushing against the spine of the book.

Letting out a soft noise of frustration while you silently cursed Aelin for telling you about the spicy novel that was in her personal section of the library.

“Come on.” You muttered angrily to no one in particular under your breath. “Stupid b—“ The quiet curse you were directing at the book is replaced by a loud yelp.

As a tall muscled body pressed you further against the bookshelf. A large hand covering yours as long fingers pulled the book down easily. Swiftly.

He was still crowding you against the books, his chest pressing into your back when he spoke, “How did I know you’d be in here, love.”

You turned around to face him. A hand pressed against your heart that was still pounding. “Dorian, don’t scare me like that!” You whisper-yelled at him.

“Sorry,” he chuckled softly, looking down at you lovingly.

“You say that every time.” He doesn’t respond. His eyes flicking over your face and body and back up to face, making your face heat. You hold your hand out for the book, “can I have my book now?”

Dorian lips set into a small grin when he takes in the furrow of your brows and sensual pink lips that are set in an angry pout. “No.”

“No?”

“No. Let me make it up to you, my love.”

You arch a brow at him, crossing your arms over your chest, “how?”

His grin turns sensual as he grabs ahold of one of your hands and leads both of you deeper, to a more secluded part of the library. You were both close friends to the Queen and King Consort of Terrasen, Aelin and Rowan.

Which is why you both had free rein in the Castle of Orynth, especially in the library, since all three of you—Aelin, Dorian and you—loved books.

Your heart was still pounding but now it was from anticipation. Knowing just how he would make it up to you. Part of you thought he liked to upset you just so he would have an excuse to make it up to you.

He finally stopped next to a corner bookshelf that towered over both of you that was labeled “Fantasy”. Dorian stilled for a few heartbeats, looking, listening if anyone was near and when he was satisfied that no one was he dropped to his knees.

In front of you.

Then a couple seconds later your tunic was pushed up over your tits and your pants were around your ankles. His hands gripped your hips and that was the only warning you got before he parted your wet folds with a flat tongue. “Oh f-fuck!” You moan, your hips rolling at the feeling.

Nipples hardened into peaks to the point of pain as he started pinching and pulling them, while his tongue began to flick and swirl over your swollen clit. Soft moans and whimpers leaving your lips at the feel of every stroke.

Your fingers pull and tug at his hair while your hips grind against his face. Breath hitching as your back arches from pleasure.

Heats pools at the base of your spine as you work your hips faster against his face. Chasing your climax and right when you’re about to reach your peak he pulls back. “Dorian, why did y—“

The words die in your throat when in one swift movement he stands to his full height and buries himself in your soaked cunt. A low groan falling from his lips as your walls clench around his cock. “I haven’t even moved yet and you’re already milking me, love,” he murmurs.

Your only response is a loud sinful moan as his hips set into a deep sensual rhythm. The head of his cock brushing against your sweet spot every time he moves.

He chuckles, pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “Quiet, love, you’re in the library.” You nod your head, as you bite your bottom lip attempting to stifle your moans.

Without stopping Dorian lifts you—your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively as he holds you up by your ass. Feeling him impossibly deeper than before at the new angle.

Your arms wrap around his neck as you try to muffle your cries of pleasure. “Oh gods. . . don’t stop! Right there!” The bookshelves digging into your back in the best way with each thrust.

Even his own groans are getting raspier, louder as he fucks you harder. His hold on you, tightening as he chases his own release and yours.

The both of you, so close to the edge of release.

You begin to tremble in his strong arms as the fire in your tummy spreads to your whole body. His pace turning desperate, your back arching as a shattered scream rips through your throat as you climax.

Dorian swallows it greedily with a hungry kiss as he fucks you through your orgasm.

Not a minute later his hips began to stutter and with one last deep thrust his release barrels through him.

His muscles tensing beneath your touch as your walls flutter around his cock, milking every last drop of his cum, as he groans against your neck.

#throne of glass #throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass smut #throne of glass x reader #throne of glass x yn #throne of glass x you #throne of glass dorian #dorian havilliard #dorian havilliard fanfic #dorian havilliard x reader #dorian havilliard x reader smut #dorian havilliard smut #dorian havilliard x yn #dorian havilliard x you #acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar smut #acotar reader fic

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timmyyyturner · 13 hours

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Lighter: Jason Todd x Fem! Reader

"Want a drink, pretty girl?" The strange drunk man wrapped his arm around you. "No, thank you." He shrugged. "More for me!" He yelled making you laugh. A tall man with blue eyes catching your view. You turned away. "Hey, I'm gonna go smoke a cigarette." You whispered to your friend. You left the room, walking onto the balcony. You took a cigarette from your box, placing the cigarette between your lips. You took out the silver lighter, his name engraved on the base. You lit the cigarette, looking behind you when the balcony door opened.

He didn't say anything for a long while, neither did you. Uncomfortable silence settling between you. "When did you start smoking?" He asked. "Want me to be honest?" You asked turning your gaze to him. He nodded. "The night you died."

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I was just angry-"

"At me?" You asked. "No, Y/n, never at you." He said, you flickered the cigarette off the balcony. You turned your whole body to him. He did the same. You were holding back tears. "I missed you, Jason, so much. I couldn't move on for 6 years. I tried believe me, it's just they couldn't- they weren't you." He didn't say anything, what could he possibly say. "You've been back for a long time now, Jason and you didn't even visit me. Even as Redhood a visit woulda been nice. Just a conversation, a hello. I was so empty without you, Jay." He stayed quiet, he didn't know what to say, he prepared himself for anger, not this absolutely heart breaking conversation. "I spent everyday talking to you thinking you were dead. It was like a whole in my heart was opened and nothing I did could fill that whole."

He just stood there listening. "I tried everything to try to forget us. The thought of moving on hurt me. You destroyed me, Jason. Broke me. I used to happy, I used to be nice, I used to be welcoming. I loved you." Loved. "Fuck!" He watched you push away tears that fell from eyes. Mascara smudged against your fist.

"You don't understand the kind of pain you put me through. How pathetic I looked buying your cologne so I could spray it on my pillow just so I could sleep at night. How pathetic I look when I cried to Dick when they stopped making that brand. How pathetic I looked at your funeral when Bruce and Dick had to hold me back from jumping off a fucking building so I could be with you. How pathetic I looked when my fingers were knuckle deep in my pussy and I bursted out crying when I came because it wasn't you who made me finish. Oh and don't get me started on how I pathetic I looked when moaned your name out while this guy was fucking me. How pathetic I looked when I apologize to him and he told me, quote "I know.", he knew because our whole date I spoke about my dead ex that I was completely smitten with. He told me to heal before dating. That was four years ago! I haven't felt the intimate touch of anyone in four years." Jason took a step towards you, wrapping his arms around causing you to immediately attempt to get out of his grip. You kicked and squirmed, balled up fists hitting his chest.

"FUCK! LET GO OF ME! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" A tear ran down his face, feeling you calm down sobbing against his chest. "I hate you... so much." He knew you didn't, you were just angry.

You felt him press a kiss on your forehead, before resting his head atop yours. "I'm sorry." That's all he had to say? Did he really think that was he needed to say for you to forgive him? "It's not that easy, Jay."

"I know but it's a start." A start. "I missed you, Y/n. I love you so much." You didn't say anything back, instead wrapping your arms around him. "I'll do anything to earn the privilege of hearing you say it back." You chuckled. "You're so fucking cheesy."

A warm silence fell between you. "Hey, Jason?" You whispered breaking the silence. "Yeah?" He answered face buried in your hair. "I still have the lighter you gave me." You didn't know if he heard you cause he didn't respond. "Keep it. I got a better one." He pulled a lighter out of his pocket, handing it to you. You took the lighter from his hand. Your name engraved in the gold made you smile. "You don't know how bad you ruined other men for me." He lifted his head looking down at you, makeup ruined, eyes puffy, cheeks red. You leaned up, pressing a short soft kiss on his lips. "That was too sweet." He muttered. "Earn the right to get spicier kisses."

"Oh, I will."

#jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd scenarios #jason todd #jason todd x reader #red hood #jason todd angst #Jason todd x reader angst #timmyyyturner

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cheatsykoopa98 · 2 days

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its 4 AM and im trying not to freak out, let me write something to see how I feel

Her eyes opened and closed repeatedly, slowly. The dim light coming from the window let her know that it was daytime, everything felt so fuzzy. What had happened? What time was it? Her arm reached to her side looking for something on her counter. Glasses? Phone? She didn't know for sure yet. Slowly she realized, this was not her room, it was clean, white walls with a brown carpet. She sat by the side of the bed, still not fully awake, feeling the soft carpet on her feet. It then came to her: She needed her glasses, and quickly reached for them again. A yawn overcame her and as her thoughts became clear, she noticed her surrounding. It was a very tidy bedroom, with horse decorations on the counter by the other side of the bed. Figurines and a small pony plushie sat by it. The half open closet door had a coat hanger with skirts and sweaters on it, barely visible coming out of it. She scratched her eyes under her glasses. Another yawn. It had been long since she felt so... Calm? Paying no mind to the apparently unfamiliar bedroom, she moved her feet around the sides of the bed, looking for any kind of footwear. She felt the rubber of a sole under the bed. Her crocs. Quickly she put it on with only her foot, while the other moved around looking for the pair. Another object touched her foot, a soft one, a slipper. Slightly bothered but too lazy to find each pair, she finally got up, opening the bedroom door. The morning sunlight blinding her for a second before her eyes adjusted to it. She could hear a faint noise not tol far away, the sound of someone talking, and the smell of food being prepared. Following it, she found the kitchen. The smell of grease from the fried eggs with bacon got to her nose and made her realize how hungry she was.

"Uh... Hello?" She muttered with a grumbly morning voice. Her head was still not wrapped around everything. It felt so comforable yet so alien. As if she had travelled to a different culture and was kindly taken in by some nice hosts.

"Oh did I wake you up? I'm so sorry, I shouldn't leave my phone so loud..." A woman in her 30s took notice of her. She was making breakfast while listening to the morning news on her phone, quickly grabbing it and turning off the livestream it was tuned to.

"Don't worry..." She muttered in response. She tried to take a closer look at the woman. She had curly reddish brown hair, small lips and a round nose. Her face was filled with freckles that were clearly visible despite her tan skin. What took some time to notice, though, was everything about her eyes. At first she thought she was seeing things, but upon looking more and more she could confirm. One eye blue, the other brown, both very bright. Even with her tired face one could see genuine happiness in them.

"Am I... Dreaming?"

"Aaw, you're still a little sleep groggy! Come here" The woman with bright eyes pulled a chair, inviting the other to sit down. As she did, the woman put a plate and silverware in front of her, with fried eggs and bacon.

"I think I don't usually have breakfast, but... Thank you" She tried to smile, but she was still confused. She had to ask.

"Is this really not a dream? I'm... not sure what to think"

"Oh, well... I can't say I do either, honestly" The woman responded. "If you don't like it I can make something else! I can go out and buy..." The woman suddenly appeared to be getting nervous.

"No, this is good, but... Where am I? I remember the circus..." Suddenly the woman held her hand.

"The circus is gone Pomni... I mean, Pam. Everything is fine now" It was all clear now. Pam. Pamela! She had escaped that horrible nightmare. This wasn't just some woman, it was her wife. Tears came to her eyes.

"Oh... You're right..." Pamela smiled a bit, feeling whole while taking one of the bacons to eat.

"I know it's our first day out of the hospital, I just wanted to make it special, you know? I don't like thinking you're having a bad first experience..." Annie tapped her fingertips on the table nervously.

"Rag... Annie... This is delicious, did you know that?" Pamela had a bigger smile on her face, a genuine one she couldn't have afforded for years.

"Look... I'm sorry, this is all so new to me... I just... Thank you..."

"Hey, it's all cause I love you!" Annie winked and did finger guns at Pamela's direction, waving them around in a "get it?" motion. Pamela giggled. They kissed.

"I've been wanting to do that for so long..." Pamela muttered close to Annie's lips, as they both smiled looking at each other passionately.

"We'll be doing that a lot, new stuff" Annie smiled as they kissed once more. Suddenly, Annie's phone vibrated on the kitchen counter, getting both of their attention. Annie picked it up, looking at the screen, a familiar number

"It's work stuff" She showed the phone screen to Pam, rolling her eyes, to which she giggled a bit.

"Hello?"

As Annie talked on the phone, her usual look of happiness faded. Whatever she heard shook her. She fell sitting on the floor, sliding down the side of the counter. Pamela jumped in to aid her wife.

"W-What happened?! What did they say?!" She questioned, anxious and scared. Maybe she did not want to hear the answer.

"A new adventure is about to begin! And what circus is complete without it's performers?!"

"w-what?"

"It's time to come back, Pomni! Your time out is on time out!!!"

Pamela looked behind her. No kitchen. No house. Just the monstrous, gigantic dentures and millions of eyes everywhere, looking at her. The mere sight of it was enough to make her dizzy. Looking closer, she realized she stood atop a giant pole, ready to jump into a tiny pool.

"Caine... What the..." As words couldn't leave her throat. Where was Annie? Pomni spun around trying to find her, only to lose her balance and fall.

She couldn't scream, for her lungs were filled with tears, and with a gurgling noise, she hit the floor next to her couch. A dream. There was no daylight. She remembered this place. Her run down apartment. All she could afford. Her clothes scattered on the bed, waiting to be folded. Paper bags from groceries she forgot to take out close to a full trash can. The living room illuminated by her phone, which she was watching videos on before falling asleep.

She was breathing heavily, her eyes jolting around, looking for danger anywhere, but still she was unable to move or turn around. Just shaking and moving her eyeballs. She bit her nails and scratched her cheeks. It was like second nature to her. She felt like crying, but was too scared to let her guard down.

That is, until she felt a hand touching her hair. It was clumsy, but still soft.

"Hmrr... Are you ok, Pam...?" A sleepy voice grumbled. Annie's voice, much to Pamela's surprise. As it slowly came back to her.

"I... Had a nightmare... About the circus again..." She said with teary eyes. Annie grumbled something she couldn't make out, before slowly pulling Pamela back to the couch, closer to her. She could feel Annie's soft skin and soothing smell. Her soft carressing on her hair. The safety and warmth of her embrace. Slowly but surely, she felt home.

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dreamyinception-world · 10 hours

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𝒜 𝒮𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉

pairing: Fem Gamer!reader + Jung Wooyoung

w/c: 2k

Genre: Established Relationship, Smut, Slight Angst (woo is a sad boy for two secs)

Summary: On a day of virtual gaming and fun with your friends, a monthly tradition that you all enjoy, your boyfriend arrives home with some small favor that you simply can’t deny.

Tws: Swearing/Foul Language

Sws: Pussy Eating (Woo goes mf IN my guy), Sensory Stimulation/Kink, Hair Pulling, Teasing, Overstimulation, Oral Fixation, Thigh Smothering, Pleasing Sub Woo (for the most part at least), Begging, Pussy Face Fuck, Slight Orgasm Denial

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: If the brain keeps cooking, let her cook as I always say. This is an idea that came to me randomly as I was getting ready in the morning. If anyone would like another part of this shot, please let me know! Otherwise enjoy and please let me know what you think. Thank you!

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“Hey, Y/N! You missed your shot! What happened?”

“S-Sorry! My computer’s acting weird!”

Your fingers tightened around the ridges of your controller, trying to keep your breathing leveled and your body relaxed.

You could only hope that you didn’t sound too weird on the other line where your friends were talking and having playful banter.

It was game night after all, the titular moment of the month where everyone chooses their favorite game to play for a few hours to relax and unwind from the hustle and bustle of life and its demanding nature.

It had become somewhat a tradition after completing college and going on with your separate lives to keep in touch somehow— even if it meant through pixelated hand to hand combat.

Unfortunately for your friends, and consequently yourself, they didn’t have an oh so loving yet sometimes mischievous boyfriend named Wooyoung to subdue.

Genuinely, the moment of pure suspicion should have come when he entered the room 15 minutes ago, an all too sweet smile lingering on his face as rolled over beside you. With a phone in his hand and otherwise rapt attention to the shooter game your crew had indulged in, you had honestly thought nothing of it.

It wasn’t until about less than halfway through your match that you began to notice his demeanor become a bit..off out of your peripherals.

His glances at you began to linger a bit longer, his eyes combed down your figure with longer glances towards your favorite fluffy panda shorts and matching over the knee socks.

He was debating something, but you were too absorbed in the game with your mic turned on to ask him.

It wasn’t until his hand fell onto your thigh, brushing his thumb against it that you knew something was up.

Once the first match finally came to a close, you excused yourself and muted your mic.

“Baby, do you need to ask me something? You were waiting so long, I’m sorry.”

The boy perked and you almost immediately noticed the way the top of his cheeks began to tinge a light shade of pink.

“Mm, no it’s okay. I don’t want to keep you away from your game-” His words were cut off by a small, loving peck with a warm smile. You cupped his cheeks, hearing your friends chattering on the other line through your headsets.

“It’s okay, I have some time. What is it, Woobie?”

He hesitated, biting the inside of his lip with eyes flickering between your computer screen and your face. The longer he took to respond, the more concerned you started to become.

Were you playing so much that he felt nervous to ask for your attention?

“Wooyoung? Are you-”

“I wanted to taste you.”

Your eyes nearly bugged out. “H-Huh?”

Wooyoung cleared his throat, shifting himself in his computer chair, his eyes glued to the ground.

“We haven’t messed around or anything in a while— I know you’ve been busy and so have I so it’s been difficult for us to both be in the mood and not too tired for it to happen.” He took in a short inhale and looked directly into your eyes.

“But I miss you so badly and it’s driving me crazy..please?”

It took a minute for your mind to system reboot after his confession before you cupped his cheeks, pressing a more lingering kiss onto his lips. When the two of you separated, you searched his face for any lingering feelings besides the evident lust and desire.

My poor baby..

“Yo where the hell is she? I wanna start the next round~”

“I don’t know! Y/N! Are you there?”

“Sorry guys! I needed to help Wooyoung with something. I’ll be there in just a sec!” You released your finger off the speaker button, turning your attention back to your patient lover, waiting for your response still.

With fingers combing lovingly through his hair, you give him a small nod of approval. He almost immediately shakes his head, taking your hand and presses open mouth kisses to the back of them.

“I need to hear you say it. Do you want me to please you?”

You bite the inside of your lip, feeling yourself throb at the sensation of his tongue running slowly against your knuckles. He doesn’t push you for a response, leisurely continuing his actions down your hand to your fingertips.

He fixes you with a calm, yet sweltering stare, finding back a laugh or smile at the way you seemingly shrink back in response.

“O-Okay you can. Just don’t make me mess up too hard on my game. I d-don’t want the others to-AH!”

Wooyoung barely wastes any time after being given the green light, kicking his chair back towards his desk after grabbing the cushion from off of it. He finds his way comfortably on the floor, pulling you forward by your legs and stirring a yelp out of you. He mumbles something about how good you smell and the cuteness of your outfit whilst simultaneously yanking your bottoms off in one fell swoop.

That’s how you got here, with your one leg being held off to the side and the other perched onto your needy boyfriend’s shoulder, panties “unfortunately” being ripped and his tongue dragging against your clit.

You were silently ordered by his glance and a raise of an eyebrow to continue playing your game, biting back a small moan that was threatening to fall past your lips as he glided his tongue up and down your whole core.

He let out a small hum, not loud enough to be heard by anyone but you and him, reaffirming his grip possessively as he languidly spit on your clit. He watched it slowly trickle down before slurping around the slightly puffy bud.

Your muscles tightened in his grasp, mouth drawing open into a small ‘o’ with half lidded eyes, struggling to keep yourself focused enough to follow the orders given by your team.

Every single ounce of the game contrasted with the pure torture that you were being subjected to, albeit by your own approval.

And of course tonight was the one night that he decided to take his time to make every string keeping you together would slowly begin to snap.

He moved his hands up to your waistline, keeping himself pressed against you and rendering your lower half completely at will to him, shifting your dripping cunt up and down against his tongue with dark eyes.

“Take the shot, Y/N! Take it!”

You practically slammed your thumb against the button of your controller, the boom of your weapon cracking into your ears though you barely registered if your aim was even correct. Your body slid a quarter down, controller barely hanging on one hand as you gripped the top of Wooyoung’s hair and rolled down in unison.

“M-Mm!” You pressed your lips together, removing your hand to shakily press a button on your headphones and shoving them off your head with the mic turned away from your mouth, sweat dripping down your chin as you fought the urge to beg.

His lips upturned at the sight of your disheveled look.

Not yet, just a little more.

You held back a whine when his speed slowed, believing that maybe he was going to take mercy on you with the kisses pressed to your inner thighs, and turned your attention back to the game.

Though your movements were slowed from your head nearly spinning, you continued on with the match.

Moments later, he had his eyes on you again, sucking one of your lips hard in his mouth and letting it out with a loud pop.

Before you could even begin to lightly scold him, he pushed down on your mound with his palm and flicked his tongue quickly against your clit before groaning and burying his face into you, sucking on your clit hungrily and messily.

He ignored the mix of drool and juices that ran down his chin and dripped onto the chair. His only care in the world was the way your eyes immediately screwed shut and your chair creaked in protest from being bent backward.

Wooyoung’s eyes nearly rolled at the sensations of your fluffy socks brushing against his ears and pressure of your thighs around his head, brushing his tongue against your entrance before abusing her swollen bud between his lips.

“W-Woo, p-please!” The cry slipped past your lips without a second thought, unable to control the tremble of your thighs and flexing of your stomach muscles as you inched closer to your release.

“You don’t have to beg baby.” He purred, taking the short second to breathe with lips shimmering.

“I’ll give you anything you want and more.”

He dipped his head back down, reveling in the filthy noises that were erupting from your mouth as he slurped loudly, nodding his head and tightening his hold on you hard to keep you from running away from him.

You’ve almost completely forgotten about your game now, instead chasing the sweet high that has you reaching for anything to steady yourself.

With one hand gripping the head of the chair and the other one his head, your whole body jolts with a sharp and shaky moan, cumming on his face.

He wickedly lets out a muffled chuckle, eyes falling closed to collect his prize against your feeble pushes of his head and whines of desperation. Satisfaction on his face, he finally releases you and earns a swift smack to the back of his head.

“Y-You said you weren’t going to distract me too much from my game!”

“I didn’t say anything.” His voice dripped with lust still, moving himself up to your face with a lazy smile. Your eyes narrowed at him with an arm slung around his shoulders, allowing him to enjoy your deep kisses and tongue before you tugged him back by his hair.

“Are you going to punish me? Do it. Please?” You shook your head in disbelief, seeing him smile wide and laugh.

“Yo, Y/N! At least mute your mic if you’re going to have a live session with your boyfriend!”

You push Wooyoung off of you and scramble to slide your headsets back on, only to realize that the button you pressed was for noise cancellation, not muting.

“Oh my god, I cannot believe I had to be subjected to that! And it was in the middle of our game?!”

“Next time, just tap out of the round!”

A chorus of laughter erupted over the call mixed in with you cursing them out through stutters and your burning cheeks, yelling for them to stop teasing you.

Snapping your head around to the doorway, Wooyoung made himself comfortable leaning against the frame, swiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb and lightly sucking on it with a smirk.

“You are so fucking dead.”

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nsftventurelovebot · 21 hours

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A/N: Oh my god? A request? That I got done? No way– anyway sorry this took so long but here it is! Link to request is here!

Premise: As it turns out, there really wasn't anything to worry about. Fem!reader x AMAB!Venture!

Warning: None for this one!

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Kiriko asks.

You look timidly around the break room of the donut shop before speaking up again. She flipped the sign up front to 'Closed' so you didn't run the risk of anyone coming in and overhearing your conversation. No one else was present except for the two of you, and it was awkwardly quiet except for the hum of kitchen appliances that could be heard through out the store.

"Promise you won't laugh?" You ask, shame beginning to show on your face.

"No guarantees, but I can promise I won't make fun of you!"

Good enough, you guess. You sigh and slump into the worn down couch and cast your gaze downwards.

"Sloan is visiting me again tonight." You begin.

"Uh huh. And?" Kiriko sits across from you on one of the equally overused chairs.

"Never mind." You clasp your hands around your face in sheer embarrassment.

"You really came over here just to chicken out at the last moment? Is it really that bad?" She wonders.

You take a deep breath and lay your hands back down, but you still can't bring yourself to look at your friend just yet.

"We have a date tonight– and last time we– we tried to have– you know..." You explain the situation to the best of your ability.

"Okay, so what went wrong? Just didn't feel confident enough?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Kind of. I told them I was too nervous and that maybe next date we could try again, and they were fine with that! But..." You took one more shaky breath inwards.

"Please don't tell anyone! I'm a virgin–" You admit, your face turning ruby red at the mention of the word 'virgin'.

"Ah. I see." No laughter from Kiriko so far. Off to a good start. "Does Sloan know?"

"Yes! Kind of..." You bite your lip and ball the fabric of your clothes in a fit of nervousness.

"Kind of? What do you mean 'kind of'?"

"What I mean is, they know I'm a virgin... but what they don't know is..." You cower in defeat. If you were going to get advice, then unfortunately you were going to have to give a little more dirt on yourself. "I have never once... um... orgasmed in my entire life." The last part of the sentence leaves your mouth faster than a bullet train.

Kiriko thinks about your confession for a few moments. Thoughts race frantically through your mind until you hear her speak up again.

"There's not really an issue here. Not one I can see, anyway." She responds. "If I was them, knowing all of that would just make me work harder to ensure you had a good time."

You feel like you can relax a little more now. Your shy hand rubs your arm to try and bring yourself a little more comfort.

"So... it's not embarrassing?" You sincerely ask, glancing up to meet her gaze.

"No! Why would it be?" She gives you a smile.

"I don't know. I just figured having no experience was a turn off." You remember all of the stories you've read online. "It's just awkward for the other person, you know?"

Kiriko stands up from her seat to stretch. "Look at who you're sleeping with. Awkward is their middle name." She laughs at her own joke. "Let's get you some donuts. Everything will work out just fine, I'd put money on that."

You follow her into the front of the store and she graciously prepares you a to-go box with all the leftovers that didn't sell today.

"Don't worry about it, alright? Everything will work out. I promise." She hands you the box of goodies.

"Thanks again, Kiriko." You smile.

"You're welcome, [Y/N]. Now get out, I'm ready to go home!" She tacks another joke on to the end of her sincerity.

You shuffle out the door and back into the night.

"[Y/N]!" You can hear Sloan call out into your home, haphazardly tossing their jacket on to the floor and leaving their boots kicked off by the door. "Mi sol, mi cielo, mi vida–"

"Yes?" You cut them off by offering them a donut.

"Oooh! I love donuts!" They take one and immediately begin stuffing themself. "So, how was your day?"

"Uneventful." You decide not to bring up the conversation with Kiriko.

You watch as your beloved flops down on to your couch. "Really? Nothing interesting?" They ask with a mouth half full of pastry.

"Well– I got donuts. That's about it. We can't all live exciting lives." You take a seat next to them and place your head lovingly on their shoulder.

"I get that– sometimes I miss the peace and quiet." Their voice once again becomes clear, and you're a little surprised they didn't end up choking themself.

They lean over to affectionately nuzzle your face. "Or maybe just you. I can't tell."

You softly giggle as they begin to pepper kisses to your face.

"I missed you a lot today though! Look at what we were studying!" They take out their phone to show you the photos they took.

"Statues...?" You question.

The statues were absolutely beautiful– you were almost a little jealous. Whoever had created them clearly had an eye for their models.

"They reminded me of you, except you're much prettier!"

You can't help but turn pink from the compliment. "Aww, you're just saying that..."

You glance away to hide yourself, but they place a hand under your face to guide it back to their gaze. For a moment they're quiet as they study your features as if you were a true statue.

"No, I mean it..." They lean for a quick kiss.

A smile lights up your face.

"You belong in a museum. You're angelic enough to be the main display!" Their obvious, near cringe worthy flirting has you becoming flustered regardless.

"Oh, please..." You lightly brush off their sweet words again.

Without hesitance they bring your face back up to theirs and begin repeatedly placing delicate kisses to your lips. Warmth begins to stir inside your body from the affection, and you adjust yourself to perch on their lap as their arms move to wrap around your waist. You let out a soft sigh of content before they continue to run their mouth.

"I'd say you definitely deserve to be immortalized."

"Oh my God. Shut up!" You tease.

"What? Can't handle the truth?" They scoop you up and you lean into their body for support.

Before you can come up with a reply, they press more kisses to the exposed skin of your neck and you can feel your nerves sizzling after each contact. You can hear your breath grow heavier as they move lower down your neck before stopping completely at your collarbone. They tug at the top of their shirt and discard it to the side, revealing years worth of drill lifting underneath. Kiriko's words begin to echo in the back of your mind: "Don't worry about it, alright? Everything will work out. I promise."

"You okay?" Sloan's voice snaps you back to reality.

"Yes. I'm fine–" Your face was turning pinker by the minute.

"We can stop if you're uncomfortable." They add.

"No! It's alright, but–" The words you want to say become a jumbled mess in your mind. "Before we go any further, there's something you need to know–"

You can feel their grip on your waist relax before you continue speaking. "You already know the first part–" The words begin to throttle you relentlessly. "But– I've never came before in my entire life..."

You can't bring yourself to look at them directly after admitting something you found to be so shameful.

"I didn't want to say anything, but I figured you deserved to know." You bite your lip out of nervousness. "I didn't want you to be embarrassed about being with me..."

If it could get any quieter in the room you shared, surely you could hear them think. Then, as if fully done loading and processing, you can feel their arms around your waist tighten once more in an attempt to comfort you.

"[Y/N]... why would I be embarrassed about that?" They ask out of genuine curiosity.

"I don't know. I've heard people don't like it when their partners are inexperienced." You recount the tales you've read online, just like when you were talking with Kiriko.

With minimal effort they lift you off the couch and you instinctively wrap your legs around their waist before burying your face in their chest.

"I don't know who you've been talking to, but they're wrong."

You can feel them heading in the direction of your bedroom, and with each foot step nervousness swarms inside your stomach. They delicately lay your flushed body down on the mattress before standing back to admire you.

"I'm happy you trust me with this." You'd never get used to them sounding so serious– but you also have to admit it was a little bit of a turn on. "Let's get you properly taken care of."

Shyness begins to fill your body and you're unsure of what to do next. All you can do for now is watch as they work on their pants– unbuttoning, unzipping, and pulling the fabric down to reveal the noticeable bulge in their boxers underneath.

That's definitely all you can stare at for a minute.

"Now it's your turn." You can feel their fingers hook into your pants and you lightly lift up your hips to help remove them.

The air feels cool on your heated skin.

"I– I don't know if I'm ready just yet..." You bite your lip once more and squeeze your legs together in a poor attempt to ease the pulsing sensation present in your core.

Sloan gently removes your shirt next before laying it next to your forgotten pants. Now it was just the two of you, barely dressed, staring at one another in need.

They laugh lightly at your statement, but not out of meanness. "You will be when I'm finished with you."

Your heart leaps into your throat from excitement.

Their hand cups your face and another undetectable sigh leaves your mouth as you lean into their touch. A thumb lightly brushes over your lips causing sparks to dance across your frying senses. They lean over to give you heavy kisses next, your eyes squeezing shut to focus on receiving their affection, and with every kiss they place you can feel the elation in your body expanding in an almost overwhelming way.

They pull away long enough to give you instructions.

"Just lay back, alright?"

You do as you're told, your hair fanning out against the cold pillow underneath your head. Immediately they join you by your side, and you lovingly lean into their body for support. The hand that once cupped your face now slides down your clamped shut thighs and stops just above the fabric of your underwear.

"Open? For me?" They ask, almost plead, waiting for your permission.

Without hesitance your thighs part just enough to let their hand sneak in between them. Once again you can feel the sparks igniting as their fingers lightly brush against your clothed folds, your hips jolting upwards into their touch. You can feel them begin to tease you through the fabric, drawing an involuntary whimper out from your open mouth.

Your brain is already melting and they've barely gotten started on you.

Something akin to English starts to leave your mouth, but all that comes out is jumbled nonsense in between heavy pants. It draws out another laugh from your beloved.

You can feel your underwear being parted to the side, Sloan's face closing in on yours to smother you in kisses. Their finger slips in between your slick folds and starts to trace tight circles around your aching clit. This draws out the most heavenly sounds they've ever heard from you, and they swallow your moans whole with their tongue inside your mouth. An intense pressure builds up inside your hips as you revel in your new found euphoria, reaching up to hold their face with your sweaty palm as you start the chase the high they're providing you.

Without even realizing it, tears have started pouring out from sheer joy. So this is what you've been missing out on your entire life...? You are chained in the present moment, feeling every flick of the aroused nerves of your wet heat.

You can feel the intensity increasing with every repetition of their fingers. Your legs begin to tremble and you have to fight the urge to close them again– it's beyond overwhelming, the sensations were simply all consuming at this point. Your mind goes blank and glimmering stars begin to pop up behind your closed eyes. For what feels like an eternity, you brace for the inevitable as you push yourself against the warm skin of your beloved to let them know you're close. They only separate from your mouth to watch as your face transforms from the unfathomable amount of pleasure they're providing you.

They begin whispering to you in a raspy voice, and you can practically hear the grin on their face. "You look so beautiful like this. More beautiful than any statue I've ever seen."

The compliment would make you blush, if it wasn't for the fact you were already vermillion.

"Come for me." Once again, they sound as if they're pleading more than asking.

The words hardly register in your molten brain as your hips lift off the mattress in pure, unadulterated bliss. The wave of your orgasm hits you like an earthquake and nearly knocks the breath out of you– and one more follows suit before you can prepare for it. Only then do they remove their fingers from between your thighs, letting you gently fall into your after glow.

"You did so well for me–" You can hear and feel the panting of their heated breath on your sweating skin. "I'm so proud of you!"

"But I didn't do anything..." You reply.

"Yes you did! You were good for me!" They insist, and you feel your heart soften with their words.

Your eyes flutter open and you're greeted with an equally as red Sloan hovering beside you. The fingers that just sent you plummeting over the edge are brought up to their mouth, before they envelope them to taste the remnants of you. They look at you directly before they exit with a popping noise.

"Pretty good, in case you were wondering."

If only you could form a proper reaction to that sentence.

"So– you don't mind if I finish, right? I'm dying over here..."

For a moment you're confused until you glance down at them palming at the tent of their boxers. You currently have no energy left to speak up, so you simply nod your head in approval.

They sit up before positioning themself on their knees directly between your exhausted legs.

"I know you're tired, so I'll make this quick." Then the realization hits. "Not that I'm quick. You know what I mean." They defend themself a little too eagerly, causing you to let out a halfhearted giggle.

"We'll save actual sex for later... just be good for me one more time. Clamp your legs shut."

You do as you're told.

It takes a little more adjusting before they're fully ready, letting your legs rest on their shoulders as their hands grasp the outside of your thighs. Something hard prods against the back of your legs before it inserts itself between them, just above your clothed heat. You can feel it throb before it pushes out the other side and reveals itself to you.

The first thing you notice was the piercing.

Your beloved begins to thrust themself between your legs and you watch, practically hypnotized, as the metallic silver object disappears and reappears sporadically in between the folds of your thighs.

"Is there any way I can help?" You gather up the courage to ask, watching them continue to work towards completion on their own.

They look up at you and smile, sweat already forming on their body.

"You're doing enough already–" They let out a groan as you run a finger over the piercing when shows itself to you again.

"It's okay." You reach down to slide your underwear down your legs and kick them to the side. "I want to help."

Your legs timidly wrap around their waist to bring them closer. For a moment they can barely help themself as they grab their cock and begin rubbing the pierced head between your folds. You bite your tongue from the over sensitivity of your clit from two whole orgasms, but you persevere.

"You really don't have to do this–" Despite their body practically dripping with the near feral need for you, they hold back, just in case.

"I'm more than ready." You rack your brain for something more exciting to say, and pray it didn't sound stupid when it left your mouth. "I need it. Please? For me?"

"Aww... I can't say no to that..." They reply.

You can feel the head resting against your sobbing entrance. A sharp pain seers through your hips as you're slowly stretched out, and a pained whine leaves your mouth.

"I know! I'm sorry! You're doing so well, though!" Sloan encourages you, lifting one of your legs to place it over their shoulder once more. "I'm so proud of you!" They reiterate.

You take a deep breath as they push further inside of you before their piercing brushes up against the sensitive nerves within, causing an electric sensitivity to buzz to life.

"[Y/N]..." A desperateness taints their voice as they push further, and yet another cry from you comes forth. "Taking me so well..."

With one last thrust they finally bottom out and you feel a flash of relief. While the pain was still somewhat present you could feel yourself adjusting with each onslaught of their hips, with the metal grazing against the bundle of electricity inside you. It's just enough to keep you distracted before the carnal delight returns once more. Only then can you truly get lost in all the sensations they worked so hard to bring to you.

"More– need– more–" Drool begins to form at the edges of your mouth as you glare upwards at your beloved with glazed over eyes. "Please give me everything you have–"

Their fingers dig into your flesh and leave tiger stripes in their wake as the speed picks up. The rugged pounding of your hips sends ripples into the sweating skin of your legs– it was harsh, but it was everything you needed. All the sounds they were drawing from you were more than enough to keep them going for as long as they could manage.

And soon enough they are completely focused on just two things:

You.

And how pretty you were about to look painted in white.

You can feel yourself grip them as hard as you can to chase one last burst of orgasmic satisfaction. It's definitely not as intense as your first two, but it's there, and it doesn't go unnoticed by either one of you– it's just enough to let your back arch off the mattress one more time and flood your brain with the dopamine you're frantically searching for in all of this. The stars descend upon you again until you feel something warm coat your torso and part of your face that snaps you out of your trance.

Your fingers brush up against your cheek to wipe off the fluid.

"Uhh... sorry about that... let me grab a towel–"

They barely turn before they see you stick your come coated fingers in your mouth. You do the same to everything that splashed out on your stomach and chest.

"Pretty good, in case you were wondering." You mimicked their words from earlier.

If you both weren't so exhausted, seeing that would've made them hard enough for round two. Instead, you just watch as they collapse next to you and feel their arms wrap around you to hold you close.

Sweaty.

Sleepy.

Satisfied.

Your beloved nuzzles your face with theirs despite the dripping sweat– after all, it's not like yours is any different at this point.

"Are you okay? Was I too rough?" They worry, bringing a hand back up to your face to comfort you.

You shake your head.

"Good. Uh– I guess I also have a confession to make."

"Hm?" Your tired voice cracks making even the simplest noise in response.

"That was also the first time I ever came in my entire life." They admit.

Your eyes widen in surprise.

"So you really had nothing to worry about!" They add.

"You're joking."

"Nope! Kiriko told me everything. I figured I'd just wait and show you." They grin.

Kiriko.

"Remind me to call her later." You grumble.

The look on your face apparently said everything.

"Uh oh."

You sigh. "Don't worry about it. I'll deal with it in the morning." You pause for a minute, thinking back to your conversation with her. "I guess she was right, though. I didn't have anything to worry about."

Sloan once again nuzzles up to your face and the annoyance almost immediately leaves your body.

"Let's just get some rest. I'm exhausted." You turn and finally let your body rest atop your beloved. "Thank you for being so understanding."

"Nothing could ever make me think less of you, mi tesoro. I promise." You can feel their arms wrap around you to hold you close.

For a minute you fall silent to listen to their heartbeat.

"It's mutual." You promised them back.

#FUCK IT WE POST AT 2:30 AM #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #venture overwatch #venture ow2 #venture x reader #venture x you #sloan cameron #sloane cameron

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It is funny you use Ganondorf x m!reader as an example for the House Special post, since admittedly I wanted to request that! Now that how it works has been clarified, please consider this a formal request for a House Special of Ganondorf x m!reader. Specifically as smut. I leave the plot up to you, though for setting I would like to request the version of Hyrule from Twilight Princess (so then also that version of Ganondorf, if you don't mind). I look forward to seeing what you write for this!

Not a problem~! Please enjoy the House Special~

The theme for this one is "overstimulation". All other tags fall in line with the plot

Title: Over and Over

Characters: Ganondorf x m!reader

Contains: House Special, overstimulation, cock ring, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, begging, titles(King, sir), praise and degradation

Fandom: Legend of Zelda

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

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"Do you know how delicious you look right now?"

Ganondorf's words nearly didn't register within your hazed mind. As you lie on your back, panting and trembling, you could almost make out the blurred image of the Demon King hovering over you. Your legs perched perfectly upon his shoulders as your arms gripped at the pillow under your head. His cock was massive inside of you, but you surprisingly made it work. It made your own shaft throb with a desire to release. However, the cock ring that he fashioned onto you with dark magic made it impossible to do so.

"P-Please," you begged, a dopey grin sloppily rested on your face. "P-Please, Ganondorf. I-I wanna cum."

His form shifted, leaning closer against you and pressing your legs nearly to your shoulders. "Do you think you can just call me so casually?" Ganondorf's voice was like a warning, one that was quick to knock you back into your place.

"N-No, sir!" You responded quickly with a squeak, feeling himself adjust within you. "I-I'm sorry, my king, s-so sorry."

"Such an insolent little thing, aren't you?" Ganondorf mused, his eyes scanning your folded body. "You had managed so long, yet you continue to break the rules. Now look where you've found yourself."

You and Ganondorf had gone to his sleeping chambers in the recently raided castle of Hyrule, plans of sinful romance to celebrate his successful capture. Though you couldn't help the attitude you gave him earlier, hence your position now. It started with teasing, and he gave you a warning. Then you pushed his buttons, losing you rights to cum with the ring he fastened on your cock. Now you were in perfect postion to be ruined, which he gladly took upon himself to do.

Ganondorf was relentless with his motions, his hips dropping into yours in rapid succession. The sound of skin slapping filled the air as if mixed with your blissful screams. You gripped your pillow so tight your knuckles turned white. Your moans were music to his ears, urging him on with this position.

"Nngh...That's it...~ That's a good boy~" At this point, Ganondorf gripped the headboard before him, your ankles by your head as he used this new position to delve deeper into your ass. You were so kind to hold your legs for your king, keeping them down for Ganondorf to have as much access as he wanted. His breath was rough and breathless as he spoke. "Look at you...taking this cock...~ Who knows what others would say...if they found out you took this demon's cock so deep inside of you...~"

Your body couldn't bear it: the stimulation, the words. It was all too much but in a way that made you greedy. You wanted more of him.

"P-Please, sir. Please, please pleasepleaseplease..."

His thrusts came to a gradual halt, your legs trembling from their prolonged position.

"Speak."

Finally, a moment to breathe, or at least form cohearent thoughts.

"T-The ring. Please. T-Take it off."

Allowing you a moment of reprieve, Ganondorf repositioned himself, setting himself down upon the bed and grabbing you by your hips to bring you with him. Sitting lotus style upon your king. Despite this new position, it didn't help your jelly legs.

"Now why should I remove that when you've done nothing but misbehave?"

Your hips swayed ever so slightly, aching for more friction despite your already tender walls.

"B-Because...I'll listen. I-I'll be good, sir. I promise."

Your swaying didn't go unnoticed. Ganondorf grasped at your hips, keeping you in place. Doing so resulted in a soft whine from you.

"Ride me, and perhaps I'll consider it."

Your desperation caught up with you, and you leaned against the king's heated chest, pleading eyes gazing up at him.

"I-I can't. I-It's too much. I-I could cum right away if you just take it off! I-Isn't that what you want?"

"It is. Oh trust me, dear. I want nothing more than you to cum by my hand. But right now..." Still keeping his hands on you, he moved you around, swaying your hips against himself like he was holding onto some toy. "...I want you to ride me. Show your devotion to me, and I will consider freeing you."

You didn't heasitate at those words.

Your sore legs started their support, aiding in moving your body up and down against Ganondorf's thick cock. Your hands found his shoulders which you used for extra leverage. With your king sitting proudly, and gazed down at you as he watched you ride his cock with desperation. Your body shook at the sensation, his cock rubbing all sides of your walls. Your body was aware of every touch, every motion, it drove you mad to the point your movements were automatic. Despite this, you ached to keep it going, resting your head against his chest in mindless focus as your hips rocked against your king.

Your actions were deemed worth, and the next thing you knew, all tension from your cock was released, and white nearly covered your vision. Finally, you were granted mercy by the king. You clawed at him as your orgasm took you, body jolting with every blissful release of hot cum. Your ass clenched tightly around Ganondorf's cock, earning small sounds of pleasure from the larger male.

Before you knew it, you flopped against him, panting heavily from the release with a few dopey chuckles peppered in.

"Th-Thank you, my king...~"

"You're quite welcome. However..."

Colors blurred together as you found the side of your head pressed into the pillow with a large hand, your ass held up by another. Fear mixed with excitement flooded through your body, and before you could utter a word, Ganondorf filled you up once more with a grunt.

"Hah...~ I never finished...~"

Your eyes rolled back from the intense pleasure that wracked your body. You were thankful he was pressing you into the pillow, as your screams were muffled by the soft material that you now clutched to. In all honesty, it drove Ganondorf further. He was devouring you with his eyes at the same time he filled you with his cock. Oh how perfect you looked to him, ass presented to him like an offering, your body ripe for the taking.

You were both in bliss.

The sight was nearly enough to break him, and his movements enough to break you. With one final thrust, you both came in unison, your voice squeaking into the pillow, and Ganondorf's a low grunt of release. Your ass filled with his seed as yours spilled against the bedding. You felt hot, sweaty, and downright pleased.

But Ganondorf's new grip on your hips only spelled trouble as you could only prepare yourself for another fun round.

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Better For You

Spencer White x Reader

Summary: You knew Spencer outside of his ‘Spider’ persona. You knew the boy he was outside of the school crowd. But when the two worlds collide, will you see him for who he actually is?

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of spiking, cursing

———

“Spencer White?” You glance up from the diary in front of you, “Starting today?”

The tall boy in front of you clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck, “Yeah, yeah, that’s me. You can call me Spider.”

You scrunch your nose at his request, “Yeah I’m not gonna do that.”

He scoffs, “Alright, and what do I call you?”

“(Y/n),” You respond, “It’s just us two today so I can show you the ropes.”

“Can’t be that hard right? Sell people tickets, serve popcorn, pour a few drinks?”

You stare at him with a black expression, evidently unimpressed.

He looks down at his feet and then back up to you, “Okay, where do I start?”

Spencer was about the same age as you, you assumed. Your boss had said he came across as ‘confident and enthusiastic’ in his interview but both of those things seemed a little uncertain now.

You’d been working at the movie theater for nearly a year now, your uncle knew the manager so you’d been a shoo in from the moment you were old enough to work. It was long hours, late days, annoying customers, but it earned you money and that was all it needed to do.

“Let’s start with popcorn.”

———

That was two months ago now. You now spent nearly every shift with Spencer. He made the long nights feel like they ended earlier. He snuck you free food, dealt with the annoying customers for you, sped around the screens quicker than you so you didn’t have to do as much cleaning. He took extra hours so he could work when you worked.

You’d learnt in that two months that he was working here after an argument with his mum where she told him he’d never worked a day in his life. He’d taken this job to prove her wrong. That was on one of your late night shifts after a midnight screening. It was just the two of you and he was evidently down, evidently in need of someone to talk to. He’d opened up to you. You’d told him that you were sorry, though you weren’t exactly sure what for. He’d laughed and told you that if his Mum saw him like this she’d tell him this wasn’t work.

He drove you home that night, same as every night. And he thanked you before you got out of the car. He didn’t tell you what for, just said ‘thank you”. He needed it more than you did.

Now, he had your number and you had his. And you texted when you weren’t at work together. He sent you songs he thought you’d like, mainly from rock bands he’d heard at a concert that weekend. You sent him films he should watch and he forced himself to watch them, giving you a running commentary with text updates every few minutes.

You spoke to him more than you spoke to your other friends. You told him things before you told them nowadays too. But you two never saw each other outside of work. Separate schools, separate lives.

“Here,” You hand him over a stack of medium cups to add to the supplies at the counter.

Spencer takes them from you, loading them up onto the pyramid of cups you’d been making. It was a quiet day.

“You know if these fall you’re picking them up,” You comment, handing him another two cups.

Spencer adds them too and steps back with his hands raised as if he’s going to catch it, “Yeah, yeah, I figured.”

You grin, both of you admiring your handiwork.

“So,” He steps back to lean against the machine behind him, “I had a question.”

“A question,” You repeat, “Mysterious.”

“I know we’re not working on Saturday. My mates are having a party at the weekend, it’s stupid really, like this graveyard thing,” He shakes his head, “I was just… would you… would you want to come?”

You frown a little, as if taken aback but not wanting to admit it, “Are you…”

“You don’t have to, it’s a stupid idea really, I don’t know why we-“

“Yeah, I’ll come,” You nod, “I’m not here, so I’ve got nothing else to do.”

He smiles, “Alright, well then it’s a date.”

“Is it?” You cock a brow, folding your arms over your chest.

“I-“ His cheeks turn a dark shade of pink, “Shut up.”

Spencer rolls his eyes and steps forward, collapsing down the pyramid of cups into stacks in front of him.

———

Spencer texts you the location and you walk there as the sun’s going down - a little later than he’d suggested so you didn’t look awkward and eager.

It’s eerie when you think of it - a clearing in a graveyard converted into a party location. There’s already a crowd building, a mismatched stack of alcohol at one side and a littering of people you didn’t recognise mingling around.

Why had you agreed to come? You didn’t know a single soul here beyond Spencer. And surely he had other friends he’d want to see? The thoughts of turning around and pretending to have never arrived start coursing through your head. Your feet come to a stop, as if you’re preparing to disappear back into the surroundings.

“There you are!”

And there he is.

Through the crowd, you spot the familiar sight of that blonde floppy hair. The way his face curls up into that signature smile. He’s holding a red solo cup in each of his hands, extending them wide as if hugging you through the air.

“Was starting to think you weren’t coming.”

“Yeah, I’m still not sure about the whole… graveyard thing.”

Spencer laughs, “Yeah you just need to drink enough so you don’t think about it.”

He hands one of the cups to you and you take a sip.

“Careful, they’re probably spiked,” A girl walks past the two of you, eying Spencer with evident disgust.

She’s got dark short hair and a brightly coloured jacket with a black dress and she looks at you as if shes worried about you.

“Fuck off Amerie,” Spencer snaps, rolling his eyes at her.

You glance up at him and back to her and she offers you a small smile like she’s trying to warn you of something. She walks off over to another group of people and Spencer turns back to you.

“What was tha-“

“Come on, I want to introduce you to some people,” He places a hand gently on the middle of your back as if guiding you through the crowd.

There’s a group of boys over the other side, shouting loudly at each other and making vulgar gestures to go alongside whatever conversation they were having.

“Oi dickheads,” Spencer calls over, “Be normal for a minute, ay?”

The boys stop and turn around, both of them looking at you and then back to their friend.

“This is (Y/n),” He looks down at you and then back to them.

“(Y/n)!” One of the boys grins widely, “We’ve heard a lot about you. You moved in by Spider right?”

“Wh-“

“This is Ant, and that’s Dusty,” Spencer gestures between the two of them before you can say anything else.

“Nice to meet you,” You smile softly, “You know Spencer from school?”

“Yeah, basically since we could walk,” Dusty smiles at you, “We can tell you all the gory details.”

“Alright, alright, I’m right here,” Spencer shakes his head, standing close enough to you that his side is against yours, his arm still placed on your back.

He’s got that way about him. The feeling that you could just melt into his connection. You couldn’t explain it, but in a crowd of people you didn’t know, you were glad he was still beside you.

———

“So how does the dunny situation work here?”

Spencer turns to you and laughs, the two of you now at the edge of the party as people had started dancing in the middle. It was dark now, and you were stood just inches closer to Spencer to make the most of his radiating warmth.

“You find a spot where nobody can see you, and you put in some squat training,” He smiles, the kind of smile that creases his eyes.

“Oh how glamorous,” You wiggle your brows, placing your cup into his hand, “I’ll be right back.”

His fingertips linger on yours as your hand pulls away from his, his eyes lingering on you for even longer as you walk away.

You trail out away from the crowd and down a small path away from any prying eyes until you bump into the sound of giggling girls just ahead of you.

“Oh shit, sorry, I was just looking for somewhere to piss,” You clear your throat.

“Hey, wait, wait, wait,” One of the girls looks over to you, “You’re the girl that Spider was with right?”

It was the girl from earlier. The one Spencer had told to fuck off.

“Yeah, I’m (Y/n),” You offer a smile.

The girl’s friend stands up and zips up her trousers, both of them walking closer to you.

“I don’t want to sound like a cunt, but just be careful with him,” The girl, Amerie says.

“Am,” The other girl hits her arm, “You’re going to scare the poor girl.”

You look at her and fold your arms around you as if shrinking away from them, evidently uncomfortable.

“He’s just…” The other girl begins, “Very outspoken. He’s not exactly the nicest guy at Hartley.”

“He’s a grade A cunt,” Amerie adds, “And you seem like way too good for him.”

“Alright, we’re gonna go before Amerie says anything worse,” The other girl confirms, “Have a good night yeah?”

They both walk past you and you stand stuck in your spot, repeating over everything they had said. Spencer had been the nicest boy ever since you’d known him. He was thoughtful and funny and he was who you looked forward to seeing every shift. But everyone here seemed to be talking about a different boy when it came to him. To the girls, he was like the worst guy they’d known. And why had he lied to the boys about how he knew you?

“(Y/n)?”

You turn in your spot to see him stood behind you, far enough away that you can only make out his silhouette in the dark.

“You’d been a while, I was just making sure you were okay,” He speaks so softly you feel your heart skip a little.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” You clear your throat, walking towards him.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Spencer offers, “I reckon the coppers will be here soon.”

“Yeah,” You smile at him lightly, “I’ll probably book an Uber-“

He holds his cup out towards you, “I’m not drinking. I’ll drive you home.”

Spencer tugs his jacket off from his shoulder and places it around yours his hand slipping down beside your arm until his hand is hovering beside yours. You interlock your hand with his and he smiles once more, like he’s relieved at the contact.

———

The drive back isn’t far, and the empty roads make it even quicker. Spencer still indicates every time he needs to, drives the limit rather than anything over, glances at you every so often to make sure you were okay in the passenger seat.

He pulls up in front of your house and shuts off the engine.

“So, will you be rushing back to a graveyard party any time soon?” He leans his head back against the headrest and turns it towards you.

“I think I’ll stick to the beach or a house party for now,” You nod, running your hands over the cold skin of your thighs.

Spencer laughs, “Yeah I-“

“Can I ask you something?” You interject, the thought practically spilling from your mind.

He frowns, nodding slightly.

“Why did the boys think I was your neighbour? Did you not tell them we worked together?”

Spencer swallows the lump in his throat, “I didn’t tell them about the job.”

You furrow your brows, “Is working at a movie theater really that bad?”

He lets out a deep breath, “It’s not that.”

There’s a stillness in the air between you. That sort of tension that he always managed to dissipate. He’s calm and yet the air seems to be full of all the nerves he could muster in your presence.

“I don’t really talk to them about anything with my Mum, or home, or anything. And I guess I figured if they knew about the job they’d start asking questions and it’s just… not something I tell people.”

“You told me.”

Spencer chuckles a little, “You’re easier to talk to.”

You smile at him and the tension in his shoulders seems to relax a little, “I guess I can pretend to be your neighbour next time.”

“Next time?” He raises his brows, “So you did like the graveyard.”

You laugh, your gaze averting to the darkness looming over your house, not a single light on.

“So, my parents are away,” You say quietly, like you’re now the one holding all of the nervous energy, “Do you want to… I mean you could…”

“Yeah.”

You laugh, unsure at what point in your time knowing him had it become so easy for Spencer to make you nervous.

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He sits at the end of the bed whilst you get ready in the bathroom. You take off your makeup, wash your face, tie back your hair and change into your pyjamas. They were one of the cuter sets you owned - different to the normal baggy t-shirt you’d wear. But if there was ever a time to wear a nicer set, it was whilst Spencer would be the one you were sharing a bed with.

When you walk back in, he looks up from the book he had in his hands - one he’d taken from your nightstand.

“Didn’t think that would be your kind of thing,” You nod towards it, walking over to your side of the bed.

“Too many big words,” He smiles, setting it back down and shuffling backwards on the bed.

He was wearing only his t-shirt and boxers now - his other clothes folded in a pile on the chair in front of your vanity.

“Okay we’ve got a problem here,” You comment, looking down at him.

“What’s that?” He asks, swinging his legs around so that he’s sat at the side of the bed facing you, his knees bumping against your legs.

“This is my side of the bed,” You mention.

“Oh is it?” Spencer cocks a brow at you and you hum in response.

His hands reach out and gently brush the skin of your thigh, trailing upwards towards your waist as if drawing you towards him. You let him guide you, shifting until you are straddling his lap. Neither of you speak, Spencer’s hand moving around to hold your back, one remaining on your waist. Your breath catches in your throat, eyes focused on his like you’re seeking that comfort.

“Can I kiss you?” Spencer whispers, the words seeming to tumble from his lips.

You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat, “Yes.”

The corners of his mouth upturn just slightly, his eyes flicking between your eyes and your lips. And then, he closes the gap just enough. His lips press against yours, soft and cautious but somehow so certain of themselves. His hand moves to cup your jaw, drawing more of you to him as his fingertips tangle into your hair. When he pulls away, his lips curl into a smile, forehead pressing against yours.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to do that,” He whispers, as if not wanting anything else to ruin the moment.

You laugh, leaning into him, “This is still my side.”

Spencer chuckles, holding one arm tightly around his waist to shuffle you both back across the mattress. He shifts to lay you down on one side of the bed before settling down on the side beside you, his arm outstretched to pull you into his chest. You can feel his heart beating against your ear and you’re relieved for a second he is sharing in the same adrenaline that you are.

His fingertips trail up and down your arm, the most delicate touch he could muster.

“I’m sorry I lied to the boys about you,” He speaks the words quietly into the air of the room.

You tilt your head upwards just enough that you can see his face, “We already spoke about this, you don’t have to-“

“Yeah but I didn’t apologise properly and I should do,” He nods, “It shouldn’t be your problem to have to lie to them too.”

“Would it really be so bad if they knew you had a job?”

Spencer shakes his head, tucking his other arm beneath his head on the pillow, “No, it wouldn’t. I just don’t like the thought of them knowing everything that goes on at home. It’s easier to go into school and act like none of that exists.”

You lean up onto your elbows and turn to face him, reaching up a hand to run through the hair falling at the side of his forehead, “Would it not be easier if you could talk to them about it?”

He wraps an arm around your waist, his eyes flitting between each of yours, “I don’t think I’d even know what to say.”

Spencer leans up just enough to kiss you again, gentle and fleeting.

He pulls you back down to his chest and tugs the blanket up over both of you. The pair of you stay there, like that in each other’s arms, until his breath starts to even out and he falls asleep - though, even then, his arms don’t loosen from around you.

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Spider is back at school on Monday morning. He’d spent all of Sunday with you - waking up at your house, driving you both to work, and then taking you to dinner afterwards. It was the first time he’d ever woken up and instantly wanted to text someone, sending you a quick ‘good morning’ along with his complaints for not wanting to go to school today. He felt like a child with his first crush. Though, when he thought about it, maybe this was the first proper crush he’d had. No other girl had made him feel like this. And he’d savour it for as long as he could.

“Oi dickhead, are you listening?” Dusty interrupts his thoughts, the two of them walking towards the locker room to get changed.

“No,” Spider shrugs, “Do I need to be?”

“You missed a killer end to the party man,” Dusty points out, pushing the door open to where the rest of the boys already were, “I can’t believe you left early.”

“Oh come on I think Spider had other things on his mind,” Ant points out as soon as he overhears the conversation.

“Yeah who the fuck was that chick?”

“Does it matter? Either way Spider was going to fu-“

“Cut it out,” Spider snaps, to nobody in particular, just hoping for anything that would stop the topic of conversation.

“Aww is Spider precious about his latest conquest?” Ant frowns, “You’ll be onto the next one by this weekend.”

“Have you ever just thought of shutting up Ant?” Spider questions, reaching down to tie the laces of his trainers, “I mean, seriously, is it so hard to think (Y/n) might just be a good person? Someone I actually like hanging out with?”

“I don’t think that’s what they’re doubting,” It’s Malakai that speaks this time.

Spider looks at him, uncertain.

“If she’s a decent person, the last guy she should be around is you.”

For a moment, he feels the silence around him. The same tightness in his chest that he got at every dinner with his Mum. The same voice in his head telling him it was impossible for him to be good.

“Well,” He clears his throat, standing up from the bench, “Good thing I don’t need to listen to you cunts.”

When he walks out onto the field, the girls are already crowded around in conversations with each other. Spider walks over, crossing towards the opposite side of the field.

“Oi Spider!”

It’s Amerie that yells after him. He turns around to see her and Harper making their way over.

“You know we told that girl from the party to stay away from you,” Amerie states strongly, offering him her most judgemental look.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You might be able to put on an act for her but she deserves to know how shitty you are.”

“Are you kidding?” Spider scoffs, “You don’t even know her, why’s it your place to say anything?”

“We don’t know her,” Amerie shrugs, “But we know you. And no girl deserves that.”

He glances around at the rest of the people on the field, across to where the boys have just started filtering outside too. Not a single person here thought well of him. Even the boys, his friends, they saw him as the boy that said what they wouldn’t say. He was funny to them before he was good. He was someone to laugh at before he’d ever be someone to talk to. He’d become a show piece at this school. The controversial one that said what nobody else would.

“Ever thought that I might want to be a decent guy? That if I actually liked someone it’s genuine?” Spider shrugs, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“Oh fuck off Spider, are you even capable of that?”

“Maybe.”

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You’d been on Spider’s mind for the whole day. And, as soon as the final bell rang, all he could think of was getting to you.

It’s not a far drive, just the other side of town. But he speeds as if it’s some sort of last ditch attempt to get to you. He hadn’t thought to text, or ask where you were, or ask if you were free. He just knew he needed to get to you. And when he pulls up in front of your house, he realises this is as far as his thoughts had taken him, he wasn’t sure what that meant now.

He knocks on the door, harshly as if he’s channeling his nerves into the sound.

It’s not you on the other side. Instead, an older woman, bearing some resemblance to you in the brightness of her eyes.

“Hi, can I help you?” Her brows furrow but she smiles at him welcomingly, warmly.

“Um-“ He clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck, “I just-“

“Are you (Y/n)’s friend?”

Before he can respond, you come up behind the woman and grasp her shoulders, “I’ve got this one Mum.”

You glance to Spencer and smile, instantly relaxing the tension in his shoulders.

“It was nice to meet you,” Your Mum nods to him, turning to you and giving you some sort of knowing smile as if exchanging silent words.

You step out of the front door and pull it almost-closed behind you;

“What are you doing here Spencer?”

“You didn’t tell me what the girls said to you at the party.”

“I-“ You wrap your arms over your chest as a breeze courses past both of you, “I didn’t think it mattered.”

“Didn’t matter?” He half laughs, his shoulders dropping, “They practically told you to get as far away from me as you could.”

“Yeah. And that doesn’t mean I believed them.”

Spencer smiles at you just a little, but it falters quickly.

“Why do they hate you so much Spencer?”

He pauses, taking a deep breath as he looks at you like even the sight of you is enough to calm down all of the worry coursing through him.

“My whole life it’s just been me and my Mum. I didn’t have siblings, my Dad was never in the picture. And so I had this one person left that was meant to love me. You know? That was her job, right? She’s my Mum, she just needs to love me and we’d figure the rest out. My Mum treats me every day like I’m the worst guy on the planet. I’m a guy and she thinks that’s enough for me to be someone she should hate. To her, I’m destructive and thoughtless and I have all this potential do a world of wrong. She reminds me of that every day, with everything I do. She’s reminded me of it so much that I started to believe it. That’s the guy I am to them at school. That’s the guy they know. And I’d hate me too if I was them.”

You feel a lump forming in your throat, wanting to reach out for him and tell him everything he needed to hear. To heal all those years of hurt that sat on those young shoulders.

“I don’t want to be that guy when I’m with you.”

You feel it then. The way your heart skips a beat once more.

“I want to be better.”

Your face breaks into a small smile, an instinctive response.

“I believe you,” You practically whisper the words, “Everyone else might have a lot to say about you but I know the person that you are with me.”

You step forward towards him.

“And I don’t think that guys so bad.”

You watch as he visibly relaxes, grasping out for you as soon as you are within reach, his hands snaking around to your waist. Your hands move up to his chest, linking around the back of his neck.

“You deserve a chance to be better Spider,” You smile, reaching up onto the tips of your toes to press a kiss to his lips.

He hums against the contact, pulling away to say, “I prefer Spencer.”

You chuckle and he wraps his arms tighter around you, burying his head into the crook of your neck. He breathes in the scent of you in his arms, feeling his heart slow in your hold. He’s sure he could stay there forever. And you’re sure that you would let him.

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Resurface 24 - Repair

Story so far a.k.a. The 23-chapter lead up to this hug. Worth it? I’ll let you decide.

These things aren’t fixed in a snap, but the boys are on their way up…

Bonus points for spotting the double meaning of the title ;)

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Something deep inside Virgil’s soul screamed in bewildered frustration.

Why was Dad so determined to keep them apart? Why couldn’t he see how much danger Scotty was in when Virgil had to stay behind? What if his brother fell and Virgil wasn’t there to catch him?

He knew it would happen one day. His luck would only last so long. One day he would be too slow, too small, too weak… and Scott’s hand would slip through his and Virgil knew that on that day he would plummet as well.

Gordon always joked that he and Scott were like Earth&Sky and everyone knew that when the Sky fell the Earth would burn.

But every time he defied that inevitability, every time he pushed that day away into the future was a victory. Each won precious time back from the darkness.

But Virgil was so tired.

And Dad kept pulling him back: “He’s gone, Virgil! This is just a fantasy!”

Maybe he was right? Maybe Virgil should accept it and let Scott go.

Maybe he should. But he couldn’t.

He couldn’t stand back and allow Scott to fade to grey. He deserved to be bright, shining blue like the sky he loved so much.

Dad was sorry, he kept saying so. But that didn’t change anything. Virgil needed to fix this himself. As always.

He tried to wriggle free of his father’s grip… he truly didn’t want to hurt him again…but the more he squirmed the tighter he was held. His father’s presence solidified around him like some kind of non-Newtonian fluid. He knew he could break free as he had the advantage of size - Dad’s arms were strong and he was tall but his shoulders were not as broad as they used to be. A small part of his mind puzzled over that while the rest of him braced, ready to force the issue. He took a deep breath, tensed the muscles in his chest and arms and…

He was home.

The melody that he hadn’t realised was missing swirled around him.

Scott.

Scott had him.

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“Scotty?”

“Yea ‘sme… It’s me, Virg, am here.” Scott tried to get a grip of himself and make his voice sound normal, familiar, unscary…but utterly failed and croaked “Am here, ‘m right here.”

Virgil’s eyes met his and widened momentarily before the bear hug was returned with interest. For a few moments. Then Scott’s little brother began to shiver violently and suddenly melted into his arms, a deadweight clinging to him for dear life.

Scott’s knees finally gave out and they hit the floor together with a thud. He winced at the impact ricocheting through his skeleton but there were more important things to think about - Virgil’s respiratory rate was high. Too high. He was peering over Scott’s shoulder, brown eyes wide and flicking back and forth between the door and Scott’s own face, his breath coming in short squeaky gasps.

“I don… I can’t… what…?”

“Sssssh it’s ok you’re safe, I’ve got you.”

Virgil responded with a sound like an animal caught in a trap which made Scott’s every hair stand on end. The hyperventilating worsened as he tried to speak.

“Hel… help me… aaah… how… why are there… two… of… I don’t… you… aaaah… amsoscaredScott… Please don’t… please don’t leave… me.”

Scott held Virgil and rocked him and kissed his hair and did his best to soothe the panic away. His eyes burned again.

“I’m here, Vee. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”

Virgil calmed a little, then raised a hand and clumsily examined Scott’s face with it. Scott was reminded of baby Allie grabbing at his nose only this time the hand was far bigger and more desperate than curious. He felt a shaky finger trace the scar on his chin before Virgil curled into his chest again and squeezed his eyes shut. Scott continued to rock him ever so gently.

“I’m not ok.”

It came as a whisper.

“Can see two of you Scotty, clear as day.” A shiver and Scott squeezed tighter. “What is wrong with me?”

“You’ve just been poorly, it will pass.”

“Don’t like it.” More breath than words but Scott got the message.

“Me neither bro, one of me is definitely more than enough.”

Virgil snorted.

“But you’re getting better, I promise. It’s gonna be ok.”

“Love you Scotty, y’know that right?” Brown eyes stared up at him.

“Course I do. Love you too.”

Scott kissed the fluffy hair again.

“I couldn’t do it. I’m so sorry. They needed me and I… I know I promised but I couldn’t do it without you. I’m sorry.”

“You did great, I know you did.”

“Please don’t leave me.”

“I won’t.”

“Not again… I couldn’t… not again.”

“Really trying not to Virgie. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m so sorry.”

Virgil sniffed and shook his head as if to clear it. Then shook it again and winced as if it had hurt.

“Don’t want you to be grey.”

“Grey?” Scott couldn’t hide his confusion. Virgil dissolved again and sobbed:

“Please don’t go grey.”

Scott didn’t understand the words but the pain in them was crystal clear. He was supposed to be strong and support Virgil who was so small and so broken but found himself falling apart all over again.

They clung to each other the same as they had at the edge of the roof, shaking and crying with dissipating terror and overwhelming relief and vowing never to let go of each other again.

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Sally slowed her pace as she approached the not-quite-closed door of the infirmary, holding her arm out to slow Alan who skittered to a halt behind her.

All seemed quiet.

The lack of yelling was promising as it was fairly unlikely anyone had actually killed anyone and so her heart lifted a little, hoping she had been right to take her time getting down here. Perhaps Scott in his unsubtle, frankly cannonball-like way might have made things work after all.

She did feel for the lad - knowing full well that being kept away from his sick brother was nigh on torture for him, but the consultant psychiatrist had been quite specific. And Sally had passed on the advice as far as she could because this wasn’t her area of specialism and, well, she had to didn’t she? But in the end… did she have any more say over Virgil’s care than Scott did? He was his next of kin after all, not her. But he’d deferred to her as medic as they usually did, which meant she carried the weight of the prohibition even if she had deliberately made no real effort to enforce it.

Taking a deep breath she eased open the door and peered around. After an initial double take at seeing the bed empty her eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness and she spotted the huddle on the floor. Virgil was curled in Scott’s lap and the older boy had wrapped himself around him. No, not boy. Neither were children anymore but something about the position they had adopted… it instantly took her back twenty years to when the two would gravitate towards each other after lights out, teaming up against the monsters in the shadows.

Virgil seemed peaceful but Scott’s breathing was laboured in that stuttering, convulsive way that spoke of a long overdue cry only recently concluded. He glanced up at her, guilt written all over his face but very definitely not relinquishing an inch of the contact he had with his brother. Nor should he.

They were both where they needed to be.

She smiled gently to reassure him and ruffled his hair and her heart faltered as he leaned into her hand. Sally couldn’t remember the last time she had done that… had she been too taken in by his Commander & Protector act to notice how badly he needed looking after too? She’d always been so distracted by the younger boys… and of course he would never ask… Oh Scott!

She bent to kiss the top of his head and he closed his eyes as she whispered “You’re doing great honey.”

The tension in her eldest grandson’s shoulders dissipated as she gestured at her youngest and together they began to pull all the pillows and blankets from the beds.

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