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ericscroptop · 5 months ago

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You Got All Of My Attention

✧ pairing: bf! eric x gf! reader

✦ genre: fluffy smut

✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, p!rn without plot, dry/wet humping, self-conscious reader about weight for a small portion of this fic but this fic isn’t centered around that and weight is not specified, cursing, teasing, kissing, so much grinding, oral— female receiving towards the end, handjob towards the end, marking, dirty talk, praising/praise kink, pet names, fluff, small aftercare

✦ word count: 6.9k words

✧ synopsis: touching each other sweetly and hotly is one of your favorite forms of communication.

✦ note: let’s all take a moment to appreciate pink eric bc i love pink eric sm— live laugh love pink ‘ric

also— *insert that one tweet where someone said they hope dry humping becomes the next pandemic*

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“What should I put on?” Eric voices to you from the living room with the TV remote within his grasp, eyes scanning through the various movies and shows on you guys’ favorite streaming service.

“Put on our comfort movie!” you answer from the kitchen, putting away leftovers from tonight’s dinner.

He knows exactly what you mean, and so his fingers press on the respective buttons of the control, navigating to find said comfort movie to play.

Once it’s successfully playing, he parks his rear on the couch. He folds his arms back, elbows up and hands behind his head. His thighs instinctively spread out as he leans his head back on the sofa pillows, eyes fluttering closed due to the comfort of the cushions and full-belly from dinner that has left him satisfied.

Meanwhile, you quickly finish cleaning up and strut gleefully towards the couch. You meet with your boyfriend, his eyes still shut, looking so laid-back and madly handsome in his loungewear— light grey joggers and a black fitted tank top.

You don’t hesitate in taking a seat right next to him, plopping yourself over the cushion and bringing your knees to your chest, hugging them.

The couch dipping causes his left eye to open while his eyebrow on the same side raises, corners of his lips tugging upwards now that you’ve joined him.

“Tired?” you question.

“A little, but I still wanna hangout with you for a bit before bed.” his voice comes out in a slight lower pitch.

You hummed in response. His eyes fully absorb your curled-up figure. You’re wearing one of his t-shirts, and it’s big enough to swallow a decent portion of your body. When standing up, it covers your bottom. But in this current position you’re in, your (his) shirt has bunched up enough to give him a glimpse of your seamless cheeky boy shorts.

It was common for you to roam around the house like that. Short-shorts or panties with an oversized t-shirt.

Still, his heart— and even his dick— swelled with various intense feelings. Love tied with lust mainly. As much as he appreciated the effort you would put into dolling yourself up and enhancing your features from time to time, he appreciated just as much when you wore casual clothing.

Especially when it was his clothing. God, how could you look so cute and simultaneously sexy while wearing his t-shirt?

There was a sense of pride that raised his ego when you would dress in his clothing. You wearing his shirt may not seem like anything special to some. But to him, it was a subtle form of intimacy.

You were comfortable with being engulfed in his clothes, and he always insisted on sharing his clothes without hesitation. To the point where you would find yourself in his closet picking through his wardrobe, and even having favorites that you both knew all too well.

Endearment resides inside his heart seeing you so carefree in his shirt, all relaxed, cute, and comfy. There’s something about that loose t-shirt of his that has been imbued plenty of times with his deodorant, cologne, body wash, sweat, laundry detergent, etc., and you wearing it, choosing to be protected by his scent.

Each of your scents would mix together, and it just tied your bond closer. As well as how you felt so safe around him to walk around in your underwear or lazy attire. It was so vulnerable since you always dressed up otherwise— or felt self-conscious occasionally in public.

But with Eric, he was that special person that got to see all forms and sides of you. He was the lucky guy that you trusted beyond words, who you loved enough to be home-free snuggled up in his shirt.

It was beyond adorable seeing you snug like a bug in a rug like this. Though, he can’t help himself in getting the hots for you in his clothes, too.

His shirt over your body was a mark of territory. It was not only a gesture that embodied values of love and connection, but it was also very possessive in a way. It’s like you’re wrapping yourself in his love, and something that has also caressed his skin, now caresses yours.

It doesn’t help that you chose to pair his shirt with solely panties. And, you’re braless underneath.

Your current attire leaves room for his imagination to roam freely, thinking about your bare body underneath, and how you’re his sweet girl, looking so dainty in his shirt swallowing you.

Fuck. The dinner you two had left him stuffed, but you’re currently working up his appetite again. He has the urge to bite your cheeks and squeeze your body out of fondness, as well as kiss you until you’re breathless and feel you up shamelessly until you’re squirming and surrender to his touches.

Your eyes are currently trained on the screen, embracing your legs tightly while focused on one of your favorite scenes you’ve watched over a dozen times.

This makes him frown unconsciously, wondering why you didn’t immediately jump your bones on him as soon as you sat down on the couch. Your attention is caught elsewhere. I mean, you did want to watch a movie together. But you could at least be cuddled up in his arms. Why hug yourself when he’s right here?

You say something aloud to your boyfriend, but Eric doesn’t catch it, too busy sulking mentally at the fact that your body wasn’t close enough to be touching his own.

His lack of response makes your facial features shift into a concerned expression, looking over at him in question.

It is then that you see him appear a bit petulant. He doesn’t realize he’s pouting, brows slightly creased as he’s lost in his pettish, whiny thoughts.

Although his lip protrudes naturally, his lips are pushed forward more emphasized than usual. It makes him look rather cute, honestly. You have to push back your instinct to coo at him to instead, question what is the reason for that frowny look on his face.

“Eric? What’s wrong?” you query, perplexed by his down-looking appearance.

The ring of you saying his name hitting his ears gets him to perk up, features softening once he makes eye contact with you.

His heart is practically melting, and he can’t wait any longer to openly display his affection for you. He’s gonna take matters into his own hands.

“C’mere.” he motions with both his hands to come closer to him.

Your eyebrows raise in curiosity as you inch closer until your shoulders are basically touching, making that pout on his lips reappear once you stop since you deem that as close enough— but not in Eric’s mind.

He takes it upon himself to hoist you onto his lap, leaving you to panic at the sudden act.

“What— Eric! That tickles! What are you—”

“There we go.” he interrupts your frantic spouts of words. He spreads his legs enough to get you comfortable, adjusting your body to straddle him and holds you by the hips.

Heat blossoms in your cheeks and your body stiffens from being caught off guard, now seated right over your boyfriend.

Your arms immediately wrapped around his neck to keep yourself secure, and you felt a bit tensed-up.

Even though Eric loved getting handsy with you because you were too lovely to ignore, and you two have been dating for awhile now that you should be used to his impulsive urges of getting you onto his lap— for instance, it would get you all bashful.

Right now, you were conscious of your weight over his lap, hoping you didn’t make him feel uncomfortable in bearing your body in this sitting position. You also were mindful of any movement you could make, knowing you could accidentally hurt him or it be sensitive.

But he just smiled at you with a beautiful twinkle present in his eyes, pleased to be this intimate with you. Him wanting and guiding you on his lap is his display of physical affection and emotional connection towards you.

“Such a pretty baby over my lap, hm.” he speaks sweetly to you, which is second nature for him. He tucks a strand of loose hair that got in the way of your face, behind your ear to soak in your facial features with clarity while he cooed at you.

“Eric.” you whined and drew out his name with a shy chuckle. His eyes continued to scan all over your features, absorbing them admiringly, leaving you sheepish from the spotlight on you.

His staring initiates you to look away on impulse, but his movements are faster. Before you know it, his dominant hand grabs hold of your jaw gently, prompting your eyes and lips to widen slightly.

“Let me appreciate my girl, yeah?” he utters, beginning to thumb your cheek affectionately to ease you up.

His words continue to leave you flustered. Your tummy feels like butterflies are fluttering around wildly, and a spark of heat bursts all over your body.

A soft smile adorned his features, thumb still stroking your cheek. All that was in his mind was how you’re the prettiest girl in the world. Solely focused on how you’re dangerously close in proximity to him, engulfed in his scent.

Eric was such a flirt, always direct in showing you how he wants you. And although he liked toying with you for amusement, his actions were also because you were too seductive and irresistible to ignore.

He loved your cute reactions when he complimented you or touched you. He knows you also feel strongly for him, but you were just too shy sometimes to initiate touches, accept compliments, or even with simply maintaining eye contact.

“I like having you close like this.” he announces before chasing one of your cheeks with his lips, making your face scrunch up cutely from the incoming kiss as he dots his lips just over the apple of it.

You’re overwhelmed with various emotions that leave you feeling like mush from his lovey-dovey behavior. When he pulls back, his hands rub your sides soothingly through the fabric of your shirt, making you remember how your weight sat right over him.

“Are you comfy like this? I don’t wanna sit here for too long if—”

He cuts you off with a tsk, in disbelief that you’re even asking him that when he’s the one who pulled you over him.

“Always feels good when you’re in my arms. You rarely sit over me like this. Never wanna let you go.” he speaks lowly, reassuring that you’re fine just where you’re at by wrapping his hands fully around you. He engulfs you into a hug, his chin pressing against your shoulder, making your cheeks squish together.

One of his hands inches lower to your rear, cupping the area protectively, out of fondness.

Your beautiful form and scents right in front of him was such a rush and provided solace to his senses.

You felt the same way. This warm cuddle session was so heartening that your boyfriend cared about you. This moment of togetherness was peaceful, bringing you feelings of tranquility.

It felt good to be loved explicitly. Being indulged constantly with both physical and verbal reminders that Eric cherishes you.

You decide to reciprocate that reassuring physical affection by plopping your lips over his temple, allowing your lips to linger a bit atop his skin while strands of his hair tickled your nose.

The aroma of his hair care products hits your nostrils, making you hum, comforted by his signature scents.

You pull back soon to check out your boyfriend’s face. His face is sitting pretty with a grinning gaze written over him.

Taking advantage of this proximity, you inspect his features worshipfully.

His gleaming eyes blink at you curiously, eyeing the way your own pupils scan over him.

During your gawking, your mind and eyes appreciate all the handsome features of your lover: The small mole on his left waterline. His high nose bridge. The crescent-shaped scar next to the corner of his mouth on his right side. His full bottom lip. All of his details were exquisitely crafted, leaving a face that should have a portrait in The Louvre.

As beautiful of a person he is on the inside, his outside is equally as beautiful.

There’s silence for a minute or so as he allows you to stare at him. He wanted to bask in this moment of you eyeing him up close for a bit, since it was rare that you’d allow yourself to stare openly like this without growing shy quickly.

His mouth stretches into a sly smile, finding you so charming in this moment. It’s also gratifying watching the way you look at him. Almost like you’re in awe of him, so fixated on him.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” he cocks his head slightly back, still smiling.

You know he secretly finds this amusing, making you let out a small giggle, eyes shying away for a second before returning to him. Your left hand sinks its way into his scalp, threading through his pink strands with your fingers.

“You’re just so pretty. Really handsome, ‘ric.” you voice, face vibrant as you continue eyeing him.

Your words make Eric chuckle. He rubs your body tenderly, enjoying this moment of you candidly admitting aloud to him how attractive he is.

Of course, he already knows how you feel about him. But hearing it aloud makes him feel validated— especially when you specifically called him pretty.

Pretty is traditionally associated with femininity and daintiness, and so as a man, it wasn’t common to be complimented with that word.

But he loves it. It’s so flattering, plus soft and sweet. He wallows in you giving him the highest form of compliments. Hearing his girl praise him with honeyed words left his face glowing, cheeks beginning to blush slightly. You make him feel more beautiful and better about himself.

An endeared little grin stumbles over his features. He has to hold himself back from wanting to bite your delicate cheeks out of his own cute aggression towards you. So instead, he settles for a little teasing.

“Am I now?”

He decides to squeeze one of your sides, resulting in you doing your best in not squirming due to the tingly stir your core and skin feel from his playful touch.

A small noise leaves your throat, a mix between a giggle and whimper. It’s quick though, and you let out a scoff right after, shaking your head a bit.

“As if you don’t know.” you muttered.

“Tch,” he makes that sound in turn and licks his lips, “I love it when it comes from you, though.”

“It’s so sweet to hear that my baby finds me pretty.” he purrs. You don’t miss seeing his pupils lower to leer over your lips.

Your arms clutched more tightly around his neck, afraid you would turn into jelly and tumble over as a result of his flirtatious behavior.

It’s all getting to you: Your arms around his neck, clinging onto him. The conversations shared with your breath so closed to one another. Your body seated over his, lips and faces millimeters apart. Him referring to you as ‘his baby.’ The mere sound of his voice.

Eric is practically tempting and inviting you to love up on him. You want to communicate your intense romantic feelings for him without words. Your vision darts to his mouth, then up to meet his gaze. Desire coats your orbs, and Eric takes notice of it, as it’s mirroring his own.

“Gimmie kiss.” he pleads with that velvety voice of his.

Before you know it, your lips end up meeting with a soft, gentle caress.

Your lips brush together in a slow, tender rhythm. Each other’s noses graze past jointly, engrossed in chasing the familiar taste of one another.

Suddenly you’re hooked and spaced off Eric’s mouth moving in sync with your own. Your fingers card through his hair while his own hands still reside over your hips, smoothing over your clothed torso.

Bliss washes all over you. The loving touches and brushing of lips are extremely addicting, keeping you both to continue with your movements, kisses deepening.

Just a couple tastes of his lips has you aching for more. Listening to each other’s breathing and feeling your bodies pressed tightly together is like fuel to the fire growing inside of you.

Even more so when suddenly you feel something growing and growing underneath you— that something being your boyfriend’s cock.

You withdraw your lips from his with a smacking sound and a slight moan. This prompts Eric to open his eyes, looking worked-up from the hot embrace you’ve shared.

He hunts for your lips for more, but you don’t give him a chance to kiss you again. Instead, you attend to his jawline with your mouth, running fleeting kisses along the sharp profile.

That makes him stunned, swallowing hard with his eyes shutting once again, allowing you to move your lips affectionately over his skin.

Your hormones are getting to you. You had the instinct to drag your lips over his sensitive spots, letting him be praised for his existence with your mouth.

Your kisses pepper down along his neck, causing Eric to writhe underneath you and softly groan. Especially when you hit that sweet spot of his.

You can’t restrain from smiling when he angles his neck to give you better access, and feel him start to grip at your shirt.

Kissing his neck has him raging inside. He’s going feral for you with the way you’re seated over him, kissing one of the most sensitive parts of his body.

He can’t handle being sensually loved like this for too long without him wanting to reciprocate that same energy at a greater volume.

“Baby…” he groans, making you hum against his skin, pussy pulsing at the sound of his gravelly voice.

“Look at me.” he adds when you don’t stop.

That gets your attention, so you retreat from his neck.

You flip your hair back and your heart is pumping rapidly in anticipation once you meet his eyes. They look loaded with lust, and it’s definitely a fact when he leans suddenly into your neck, mouth latching onto your skin in an instant.

A gasp leaps from you when you feel your skin pulled slightly into his lips, trapping the area.

He starts sucking intensely, and then releases every now and then to scatter kisses all over.

He’s dominating you now. His mouth travels all across your neck, even grazing his teeth over one of your earlobes and tonguing at the flesh.

Your senses are heightened, majorly aroused from being attended to.

Lost in the feeling, your hands travel to his back, finding themselves creep underneath his black tank, nails pressing into his skin due to how hooked he’s got you.

One of his hands cradles the nape of your neck, keeping you firm to his liking. When his mouth lands on the front of your throat, the slight pressure he gives your skin with his teeth gets you all tingly all the way down south. It’s impulsive for you to shift and jerk your hips down into him while he abuses your neck eagerly.

Your reactions make Eric release a breathy laugh. He always gets a kick out of worshipping his girl. Delicate moans leave your mouth. Dirty, but delicate. Hearing your noises is such a treat, sweet to his senses.

His hard cock getting butted by your cute bum cheeks is tantalizing the fuck out of him. It’s getting too hot to handle, but he wants more of it.

And it also seems like you’re seeking for more.

“Wanna hump me? Is that what you want?” he rasps out, continuing to work deliberately in painting love bites on you.

When the smutty question hits your ears, you whimper from a combination of neediness and meekness. You’re sure a pink tint colors your cheeks.

His lips remove from your neck due to your lack of words, eyes immediately searching for yours.

You start gnawing on your lower lip, trying to hold back on any more whiny noises while he kneads your thighs and hips, only teasing you more.

“Tell me what you want and i’ll give it to you, princess. Whatever you want, I want it, too.” His eyes are soft, but still radiate a provocative, thirsty look.

“I want this… wanna rub against you, just like this.” you vocalized and blinked shyly. It’s undeniable that you’ve been possessed by the horny gods. And so, you painfully needed stimulation towards your cunt— with the help of your beautiful boyfriend who is the reason why you’ve gone horny.

He gives you a broad smile, proud and pleased to hear you verbalize what you want— even if he had to encourage you to do so.

One activity that is one of your absolute favorites is dry humping. It does great service for you as it’s effective stimulation. Rubbing over and over that golden area of your sex felt euphoric and gratifying. Especially if you were rubbing yourself over your boyfriend’s body parts, expressing how turned on he got you.

The build up, tension, setting the mood, and losing yourself in the craving for more was extremely addictive sexual gratification.

For Eric personally, watching you make yourself feel good and full of eagerness to satisfy your needs is a high better than any drug out there.

Although sometimes it leaves him sore for a bit, he’d do anything to hear and see you sexually worked up. It also was like heaven for him, feeling his pretty girl wildly fuck herself over his crotch, allowing each of your bottoms to become marinated in lubrication and precum. It’s so dirty but hot.

His hands travel underneath your shirt, fingers roaming over your bare sides and middle. That causes you to suck in a breath, feeling ticklish to the direct skin contact for a second before you’re inflamed to squeeze your cunt against his bulge.

“Raise ‘em up for me, baby.” he instructs.

And you know the drill, raising your arms gleefully and allowing him to uncover your torso.

He readily removes and tosses your shirt to the ground. Your breasts sit bare now, staring directly at Eric.

His mouth is practically watering at the sight. He loves when you put on his clothes, but he also loves when you take it off to unveil your precious body. Bonus points if he’s the one taking it off you, just like right now.

“So beautiful.” he murmurs, so mesmerized.

Your pussy flutters from the flattery. You’re even more heated sexually and from your cheeks now that your upper body is naked.

Eric attempts to put his hand on one of your mounds, but you stop him with your own before he even has the chance, much to his dismay.

A confused expression is present on his face until you position his arms upwards, indicating that you wanted him to remove his top as well before you two got into it.

“Your turn.” you say cheekily, your boyfriend smirking in exchange and permits you to remove his shirt for him.

And so it’s off swiftly, upper body bare with a glimpse of his Calvin briefs, waistband visible.

“How the fuck are you so hot, Eric?” you practically moan out shamelessly, letting your hands explore his biceps and eyes to wander fervidly around his abdomen. His muscles flex as your hands and eyes roam over him, face smug.

“So vocal with praising me today.” Such a sweet girl.” his hands rub your thigh and the small of your back gingerly, tickled pink from your verbal and physical reactions to him.

He makes every inch of you tingle. You knead at his biceps intimately, touching him to show your cosmic appreciation and attraction for him.

Now that you’re both topless, he reaches towards your chest, not being stopped this time. You allow him to grab hold of your tits. His hands fondle and slightly bounce your breasts within his grapple.

“Love holding my girls.” he breathes out, relishing in how they hung and sat in his palms.

You continue to grip onto his arms as he touches your sensitive breasts, pussy pulsing from pleasure and desire.

You rut your clothed sex down into his crotch, sex aching for stimulation.

The delicious weight of you on top of his throbbing cock has him sighing wistfully. He needs more of you, and so, he encircles one of your nipples with his mouth, suckling gently, which makes you shakily breathe out and arch up into him.

You reposition your arms to wrap around his neck, keeping him close and steady.

His mouth persists in showing his full admiration to the beauty you possess with his lips and tongue, making shapes and sucking with intent.

He has you rocking your hips and dragging your core uncontrollably. You’re becoming cross-faded from his vigorous attention to your tits and off the nice feeling of his boner pressing against you.

You tug at his hair, displaying how strung-out he’s got you. It makes him growl while he’s busy stuffing his mouth with your chest.

He takes you pulling his hair as an invitation to advance back to your lips.

He rises from your breasts, searching for your mouth and locks his lips with your own fiercely.

The way he kisses you is ardent, and you don’t miss a beat in kissing him back with the same urgency.

“Mmmphh…” you whimpered as he slips his tongue in and brushes it against your own. You take every move he gives you well, reciprocating that same energy.

Your hand made a fist into his hair, fingers clutching hard and stimulating his scalp, too caught up in the way his lips stroked and engulfed yours.

He responds to your thrilling grasp with a slight-little tug on your bottom lip. You persist with your grinding as you two share wild and unrestrained kisses. The pain-mixed-pleasure from his nibbles and hard cock prodding your aching pussy has you in utter ecstasy.

Eric is equally as overwhelmed in excitement. He starts to push his hips up to meet your movements, then is greeted by your lips parting from his own, hushed gasps releasing from you as a result.

The reaction from you gets him to smirk, seeing you all stupefied just from his clothed cock knocking into your clothed pussy.

After a couple gasps, you attempt to revert back to his lips again but he dodges you, too amused in seeing how worked up you’ve become.

You try to kiss him again and he only allows each of your lips to faintly graze together before ripping himself away.

“Stop teasing me.” you whined breathlessly, still trying to plant your lips over his but he continues to give you nothing. He only allows your features to sweep lightly.

He grins mischievously, too struck on the pouted look on your face. It’s adorable seeing you get so riled up. He couldn’t help it. You were so fun to play with.

Though, it’s funny until your ruts into his manhood grow stronger. Your frustration has you increasing the downward thrust of your pelvis, making Eric groan and shut his eyes instantaneously.

You whimper pathetically while you grind and bounce into him. Eric bites his lip and his hands start to grip at your hips, swamped in how the friction applied is too divine for his cock.

While straddling him, you’re free to control the speed and intensity of your motions. You’ve got this animalistic desire to satisfy your moist, hot pussy and get you and your boyfriend off.

Something about fucking into him with clothed bottoms, no penetration, and greedy humps is beyond intimate, filthy, and desperate. It fueled you with passion, love, and lust for him.

Pants and moans exchange galore, and you’re still grinding down enthusiastically, all frenzied trying to reach climax. Though, Eric doesn’t want you going too hard in this position. Usually he’s the one being dominant, and he doesn’t want you to hurt yourself like this even if it feels good.

“Fuck, babe… Easy girl., easy.” he breathes, getting you to slow down and halt your movements.

With heavy breaths and mewls, you do stop and he finally gives you the kisses he withheld from you as a reward. You happily kiss him, clutching onto him like you never want to let go.

“Lie on your back for me, princess. I’ll make you cum, don’t worry.” he mumbles over your lips, sending sparks to your cunt.

And so you do as told, sadly separating from his lap but ready for whatever new pleasure he was about to give you. You lie back on the couch, looking at him from a new angle.

Eric then starts to tug off his joggers, now leaving you both in just your underwear.

Your eyes are heavy lidded, and your hands and legs roam promiscuously, waiting for his next move within the couple seconds he takes.

Your breath is stuck in your throat when he leans down over your body, now caged by him.

Your heart’s simultaneously beating rapidly and swimming in passion when he leans his lips towards your nose, pressing his lips against the tip of it.

His cutesy gesture is soothing and has you smiling fondly. It distracts you from this spicy position you’re in for only a tiny moment. In a flash, his manhood and hips push into you, making you moan loudly at the feeling.

Eric moans alongside you. With his pants off, you can feel his manhood better. The thinner the barrier, the stronger the sensation.

He quickly falls into a rhythm while humping into you. Eric has always had better stamina and energy than you. Straddling him and having you uber close in his lap is utterly perfect, but desperately bucking into you missionary style is also amazing.

Getting to control the pace and seeing you underneath him and vice versa felt so primal. He can’t abstain from diving into your neck to start marking you up some more. Fine bites and kisses are scattered across the skin he’s able to reach, still rocking himself into you.

It’s all so dizzying. It’s hard to think coherently when surrendering to his lusty affection. Your body feels inexplicably good like this. All you can do is weakly pant and mewl, inherently arching your back.

His hips rock and slide against yours in gushing lust. Rutting into you in this angle has his manhood roaring with ferocity. His movements provide pleasurable pressure against your clit and better direct sensations across your entire sex.

The strokes of his clothed shaft and head against your panty-covered pussy is delectable. A wet patch formed on Eric’s briefs where he strained against the material, and your panties were also past damp. Your soaked underwear mingled with his own, providing such a beautiful sensation.

Watching your boyfriend rub into you and listening to his ragged breaths is driving you crazy. Not to mention the obvious clit-centric pleasure you’re receiving.

The more he humps into you and drops kisses over your face, lips, and tits, the more tense you become.

You feel your muscles starting to contract involuntarily. You’re flushed all over and there’s a concentrated sensation in your groin.

“Eric…” you breathlessly warn, knowing you’re on the verge of cumming in your panties.

And he too knows immediately and gets the hint. He wants you to release freely and not ruin your underwear with your fluids more than already is.

So he inches down and you raise your hips, allowing him to pull down and off your saturated bottoms.

You jolt as he unexpectedly dives his face into your pussy without warning. I mean— you should’ve known he would start eating you out to finish you off. Your man was a munch.

He messily kisses your wet cunt. His hands keep your legs spread open while he starts lapping and sweeping his tongue into every inch of your pussy possible.

“Oh fuck, Eric!” you cry a high pitched moan, face contorted from his wet muscle gladly screwing your cunt.

He grunts raveningly as he slurps at your folds and wetness, not hiding from making noise to show you how prized your pussy is to him.

It’s all toe curling, and your eyes are practically watering from how good he’s making you feel.

It hits you hard when his tongue lands on your clit, licking your swollen nub and eventually sucking on it.

“Oh my god, Eric! Eric!” you cry out again, hands finding themselves in his hair and holding on for dear life. His hold on your legs tightens while he keeps toying with your nub, ready for you to cum on his face any second now.

You spout various sounds as your core snaps and it’s pulsing, clear fluid finally flowing out.

He’s still tending to your clit when you burst, his chin and mouth glistening wet with your secretions. Your legs are basically numb, body trembling and muscles still contracting.

“That’s it, baby! That’s my girl.” he heaves out a praise, pulling away from your sensitive clit to sweetly kiss one of your thighs for being so wonderful.

Within seconds though, his mouth is back on your sex, lathering his tongue with your juices.

He avariciously drinks up his honey, cleaning you up real good. Meanwhile, you’re whimpering weakly, lightheaded post-orgasm. You let him lick your fluids, eventually whining repeatedly when it becomes too much and you realize how sensitive you’ve become to where it’s torturous for him to keep messing with your cunt.

Your whines wake him up from his pussy daze and he backs off. At then he is aware again of how awfully hard his throbbing cock is, begging for relief under his briefs.

You each are trying to catch your breaths. You’re lying limp while Eric can’t seem to ignore his bulging veins and the heaviness between his legs.

“Can you help me cum, princess?” he voices desperately with pleading eyes.

You’ve grown weary now that you’ve been satisfied but you can’t ignore your poor, sweet boyfriend, who has yet to cum himself. He needed some help, and you were going to give it to him.

You pull your right arm up, gesturing that you needed help to sit up. You weakly smile as he carefully pulls you up, groaning quietly as a result of your sore and swollen bare pussy.

A hand of yours creeps over one of his thighs, patting him compassionately while he begins to caress the small of your back.

You make him suck in a breath and then grunt when you redirect your hand to start massaging his stained, damp crotch.

“I bet it hurts, doesn’t it?” you pouted teasingly, enjoying the way he’s trying to control himself under your touch.

“Let me fuck your hand— please.” he airily moans, beginning to jerk into your palm.

Always impatient, you think to yourself. You can’t blame him though. Teasing and waiting for stimulation was always excruciating. He deserved what he wanted after helping you cum like the good boyfriend he is.

Your fingers move to tug at his underwear, and he promptly adjusts his position to remove them fully. His cock immediately slaps up against his abdomen, making him sigh out from his manhood finally being free.

The sight of his rosy cock has your pussy tingling for the nth time today. You can’t even get a word out before he reaches for your dominant hand and guides it to his cock.

You both gasp in chorus when your hand wrapped around his grips at his manhood. His hand doesn’t detach. Instead, he guides your hand slowly up and down his shaft.

Your lips part as you feel the warmth of his cock radiating from all the blood rushing within it. A breathy laugh comes out of Eric, causing you to dart your gaze up to look at him. The tip of his tongue sticks out from the corner of his mouth, luxuriating in the sensation of your soft, slightly smaller hand jacking him off.

Despite you knowing how to give him a hand job well on your own, he still keeps his hand over yours. Something about holding and guiding your hand while you touched his private parts was such a turn-on. It was indeed intimate, and only connected you two more. He refused to let go of you.

“Feels so fuckin’ good, babe.” he rasps.

Hearing his low voice, seeing him all weak and vulnerable, and touching his cock has you squeezing your cunt. Aiding him in masturbating is so yummy. He was fully naked in front of you with his pink hair, pink cheeks, and pink cock. God bless Eric and his beautiful form. You are beyond lucky to be here with him, and the only person that gets to do this to him.

“So hot and pretty for me.” you worshiped, squeezing his cock just a bit more, which gets him to moan loudly, harmonic to your ears. You love that he is always so vocal.

Your strokes are gentle and hard throughout. Both of you have your mouths dumbly ajar, moaning while your fists moved up and down together.

It doesn’t take long for the pace to build up, jerking him relentlessly. He’s panting nonstop, and you decide to add more stimulation onto him by using your free hand to grab his balls.

That’s the ticket for him. He hisses and calls out your name brokenly. You cup them, rubbing them and gently massaging his weighty sac. Your other hand continues to jerk him with his hand still steering yours. Getting his cock rubbed by his girl fully naked is sending him straight to heaven; he can’t seem to calm down.

“Cum for me, Eric. Wanna make my pretty boy cum. Need it.” you egg him on with your sweet voice begging. You even start to thumb at the looser skin of his sac between the balls, playfully tugging at it.

He throws his head back and moans harshly at that, followed by whiny whimpers. “Fucking hell, Y/n!” he pants.

You continue to encourage and coo at him to let it all out. When he finally can’t take it anymore and he’s ready to blow, he removes your hand from his shaft rather madly, and then he starts jacking off by himself to begin pumping out his seed.

Since he was face-deep in your pussy when you came, you believe you should return the favor by allowing him to cum all over your face, too. Plus, you knew he loathed when his orgasms didn’t involve cumming on or in you.

You stick your tongue out gladly, your eyes seductive and inviting him to make a mess out of you.

He looks at you and you’re the definition of a real-life fantasy. He can’t believe that you’re real, presenting yourself like this behind closed doors.

The tightening, tickling, and tingling sensation that rises from his balls and through his cock, finally catches up to him. He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he rolls his eyes back, releasing and squeezing his cock head to shoot several ropes of hot cum all over your face.

A gasp jumps out of you when you at last feel his seed land on you, eyes shutting instantly. Your tongue stays out, graciously humming and accepting whatever you can catch, swallowing it proudly.

Some of his viscous substance lands on your cheeks, forehead, and even your hair. Your heart’s racing at the feeling of being splattered with cum, eyes squinting open to catch a glimpse of his post-orgasm expression.

He grunts until he gets every drop out, sighing out when he’s reached empty. As he recovers, he’s breathing heavily, eyeing your gorgeous face he made a mess out of while he regains his composure.

His fingers then come forward to collect the cum that missed your tongue to redirect it all in your mouth. You allow him to feed you his essence, sucking and licking his fingers eagerly, puppy-eyed while you stare at him, making him bite his lip with a smirk.

“You’re such a good girl for me, baby. Fucking hell.” he manages to speak after his powerful release, removing his fingers and pulling you into his lap once again for a kiss.

Your naked bodies press and rest together while you kiss one another warmly. The lovely, mellow kisses leave you each relaxed, comforting one another after smutty doings.

Once you two separate lips, he kisses all over your face a couple times, making you happy to be loved like this.

Your hands smooth over his chest, noticing it blushing red after cumming.

“You okay?” Eric asks gently, snuggling you in his arms.

You nod at his chest. “I should be asking you that. You were having the time of your life, huh?” you snickered.

“Says the one who started humping the fuck out of me. Such a horny girl.” he pinched at one of your sides playfully, getting you to yelp and squirm from the ticklish feeling.

You grasped his wrist so he can instead hold your hand. Your hands clasped together, giving his own a gentle squeeze.

“Learned it from the master himself.” you mumble, getting Eric to chuckle.

“Man, we’re both nasty.” he whistles, caressing your spine with his free hand.

You laugh and leave a kiss on his chest, then squeeze yourself into him, taking advantage of the current proximity, allowing him to hold you tight.

“Wouldn’t wanna get nasty with anyone else.”

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multi-fandoms-posts · 4 months ago

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Equal Power, Equal Passion

X Men Masterlist

SMUT

It’s late in the evening, and Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr are still deeply engrossed in their work. The quiet of the villa is only interrupted by the soft rustling of leaves in the wind and the occasional sound of papers being shuffled. Both men, deeply involved in discussing their next steps for their mission, lose track of time.

But their girlfriend, Y/N, can no longer ignore the yearning she feels. A seductive smile plays on her lips as she decides to take the evening into her own hands. Dressed in nothing but a bra and underwear, she focuses her energy and teleports herself instantly in front of the two men.

When she suddenly appears before them, with a playful sparkle in her eyes, Charles and Erik abruptly stop talking. Their eyes widen for a moment before both break into amused smiles.

Charles can clearly sense Y/N’s thoughts and desires, and it excites him immensely.

Erik, always the one to cut straight to the point, lets his eyes wander over her body. “Feeling needy, huh?” he says with a rough, deep laugh. “Well, we shouldn’t keep you waiting.”

Y/N grins, taking both men’s hands, and teleports them directly into the bedroom. As they move through space, the heat between them rises quickly. Her lips find Charles’, then Erik’s, as their hands roam over each other’s bodies, hurriedly discarding their shirts. The movement is seamless, and before long, Charles and Erik are standing in front of her in nothing but their boxers.

With a low growl, Erik grabs Y/N again and pushes her back onto the bed, while Charles leans over her and presses his lips passionately against hers. Their hands glide over each other’s bodies, tearing away the last bits of fabric until they are all naked, the heat between them unbearable.

“No time to waste,” Erik murmurs, his eyes glinting dangerously as he positions himself behind Y/N.

Charles nods, his hands traveling over her breasts and stomach as he slowly places himself in front of her. “Ready?” he asks softly, though the lust in his voice is unmistakable.

Caught between the two men, Y/N can only tremble with anticipation. “Yes,” she breathes, and that’s all they need.

Erik thrusts deeply into her from behind, and at the same time, Charles moves forward, sliding into her as well. Y/N moans loudly as both men bury themselves deeply inside her at once. The sensation of being filled by both men steals her breath, and her body immediately responds to the sheer intensity of their movements.

The two men quickly find a brutal rhythm, their movements perfectly in sync. Y/N can do nothing but cry out, her body taken from both sides. Erik, positioned behind her, thrusts into her with force, his hands gripping her hips tightly, while Charles’ lips are on hers, driving deeply into her from the front.

Her moans fill the room, her hands clutching at both men desperately as she is overwhelmed by the passion. Charles’ hands travel from her body to her neck, while Erik roughly presses his lips to her nape, and she feels her body twist under their double touch.

“Charles… Erik…” she moans loudly, her legs trembling with tension. The pressure inside her builds rapidly as both men move even faster.

“We’re almost there,” Erik growls from behind, his breath hot against her ear. His movements become faster and harder, and Y/N feels her entire body shaking with desire.

Charles, his face filled with pure devotion, leans forward, his lips finding Erik’s in a deep, lustful kiss as they continue to drive into Y/N in perfect harmony. The passion between all of them becomes an intense fire that consumes every one of their senses.

Y/N feels the climax crash over her, and she screams out both of their names as the wave of pleasure fully overtakes her. Her body tenses, and she feels her muscles pulse around the two men as she reaches her peak.

Charles follows just a few seconds later, his hands tightening on her hips as he thrusts deeply into her one last time, quietly moaning her name. At the same time, Y/N feels Erik tense within her, a deep, rough growl escaping him as he releases into her as well.

Exhausted and overwhelmed by the intensity of the feelings, Y/N collapses between the two men, her chest rising and falling heavily as the aftershocks of her climax still ripple through her body.

Erik pulls out and falls back onto the bed, a satisfied smile on his lips. Charles remains leaning over Y/N for a moment longer, gently kissing her forehead and brushing the hair out of her face.

“You’re incredible,” Charles whispers, while Erik lets out a soft, approving hum.

“That was exactly what we needed,” Erik murmurs, turning onto his side and pulling Y/N into his arms. Charles settles in on the other side, and together, they lie back, exhausted but content.

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minminyoonjii · 5 months ago

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Corruption AU - Bottom! Dance Racha/Manipulative Male! Reader

💕Drabble Masterlist

❤️Ultimate Masterlist

You sighed, leaning against your locker, biting on the end of a lollipop stick. It was usual to see you roaming around the hallway during classes. The teachers gave you a special pass since your results are excelling. You yawned, watching students come in and out into the hallway when a group of boys walked in. Their uniforms are seamless, their hair tidy and smooth.

You eyed the blonde one, his eyes sparkling with innocent joy. His cheeks decorated with freckles, adding to the alluring sight. You looked next to him, his eyes icy but proper. He looks like he holds himself high. A teacher's pet. Then you looked at the last. He was the definition of the last but not least. Tall, an artist. There was a smudge of paint on his cheeks, making you bite back a smirk.

You eyed him up and down, his ears pierced, and his hair tied to a ponytail. You gave them a subtle glance as they walked closer. Your expression stayed nonchalant as they walked past. It's been a while since you got laid in university. Maybe you could somehow lure them into agreeing with themselves.

"I know you're doing this on purpose," your lecturer chastised, showing you your results. You sighed, "I'm not sir, the workload is getting harder," you replied, trying to keep your annoyance at bay. Your lecturer frowned, "This isn't your first year, you should've prepared and your answers are deliberately wrong. It's like you understood the question but answered the total opposite," he scoffed, tapping his foot.

You snickered, "Maybe I need a tutor," you said with sarcasm lacing your voice. "Maybe you do," your lecturer perked up. 'Bingo' you thought, staying nonchalant. "I'm introducing you to three students, maybe they'll be a good influence on you," he said, messaging them about the tutoring. You bit back a smirk, "I'm sure they will be," you said, packing up your bag.

"You're our new pupil, right?" Felix beamed, reaching out his hand. You nodded, taking it. The size difference between you made your cock throb. You smiled back, "Yeah, my results have been disappointing, to say the least," you said, playing along to their personalities. Minho hummed, "It's quite a significant drop. Did something happen to you in that period of time?" he asked, wary by your behavior.

You studied them beforehand, nothing too stalkerish. You were still a gentleman, just base level knowledge. "My pet cat passed. It was heartbreaking, to say the least," you said, showing him a picture of your cat. It wasn't a lie. It did pass, just not this year. Minho bit his bottom lip, sympathizing with your loss, "I'm so sorry. I would've lost focus too," he admitted, setting his papers aside.

Hyunjin kept quiet, monitoring you, "You're the one that got the special pass, right? The one that only the top students are allowed to have," he said, crossing his arms. You nodded, "I was until I flunked my midterms and trials," you explained, knowing it'd be harder to gain his trust. Hyunjin hummed, "I suppose we could tutor you. But don't expect us to be friends," he said, looking away. You gave him a genuine smile, "Thank you, I'm looking forward to it," you said, covering your pulsing hard on with your bag.

Weeks go by as they tutored you. It didn't take long for them to get comfortable around it and even invite you for simple hangs out. You enjoyed the company, genuinely seeing them for who they are instead of mindless future hookup. "So, today we're practically simple bacteria containment. It's just step by step to keep it secure. Like the fume hood or the vacuum chamber," Felix explained, showing his notebook.

You nodded, jolting along, "Can we take a break after this?" You asked, cracking the joints in your neck. Felix nodded, "Sure, it's about time anyway," he said, keeping his stationary aside. You cuddled up to Felix, "You're so soft, Yongbok-ah," you grumbled, nosing his neck. Felix giggled, "That tickles," he said, squirming right above your bulging tent. You hissed, holding him firm, "Stop that," you warned, breathing heavily against his hair.

Felix gulped, doing as told, "Sorry," he whispered, fidgeting with his hands. You sighed, patting his head, "You did nothing wrong, it's just I'm a little pent up right now," you explained, seeing a shiver go down Felix's spine. You smirked, "Would you like to see?" you asked, knowing this was a heavy risk. Felix nodded, his breathing shallow, "Please? If you allow, of course," he asked, turning to look up at you.

"Anything you want, prince," you whispered, stroking his cheek.

NSFW BELOW CUT

Felix kneeled between your legs, your cock heavy and hot against your torso, "It's so girthy," he whispered, trying to wrap his hand around it but it barely held half. You chuckled, stroking his hair, "Maybe you're just tiny, prince. Tiny hands, tiny body, but your heart sure is big," you teased, booping his nose.

Felix giggled, stroking your cock at a languid pace, "Does this feel good?" he asked, looking for your reassurance. You nodded, "Of course it hah does," you groaned, wrapping your hand around his to pump your cock. Felix gulped at the size difference, his eyes blown wide with lust at the squelching sounds of precum leaking down your shaft.

Hyunjin whimpered, feeling left out as he watched from the stairs. You knew he was there, his reflection was shown on the TV a while ago. "Hyunnie, come down here, angel," you cooed, gesturing him over. Hyunjin gulped but did as told his body instantly going next to Felix. You cooed, seeing his flushed out expression, "Were you feeling needy, angel? Did you want to touch it too?" you asked, stroking his cheek.

Hyunjin nodded, rutting his bulge against his palm, "Can you teach us this time?" he asked, looking up at you with dilated pupils. You shuddered an exhale, "Definitely. You both have so much to learn," you said, stroking his hair.

"That's it, Lix. Keep riding that dildo," you instructed, grazing Felix's skin. Hyunjin cried out, his cock buried down Felix fluttering throat. His cockhead leaking and throbbing with precum. Felix whimpered at the taste, his prostate stimulated to the brink. "Fuck, hhgh, hah. Don't moan, Lix," he sobbed, clawing the couch. Felix whined, trying but the constant thrusts of the dildo pressing against his sensitive bundles of nerves made his head spin.

Hyunjin whined, bucking his hips, "Cumming, hah, I'm cumming," he wailed, holding down Felix's head to the hilt. Felix choked on his cum, streaks of white dripped down his nose. You gently pulled him off and cleaned his face, "Blow," you instructed as he blew his nose. Hyunjin laid spent, his cock twitching against his torso. You chuckled, leaning down to wrap your hand around Felix's pretty cocklet, "Cum for me, prince. I know your prostate feels good but your body hasn't ejaculated from that pleasure before," you cooed, pumping his cock between your fist.

Felix arched his back, sitting back on his heels as ropes of white squirted onto Hyunjin's knees. You pampered, kisses on his face, "Good boys, you did so good for your first lesson," you praised, not hearing the door unlock. Minho stood with his eyes wide, "What's going on?" he asked, trying to look away from your pulsing hard cock. You chuckled, "Minnie, don't look away. I like your eyes on me," you cooed, knowing Minho is a size queen.

He hides his search history well but keeps his yaoi manhwas' on display thinking no one would know what they are. Minho scoffed, "Show some decency. I want no part of your endeavours," he said, setting the groceries aside. You stepped back, "If you really hate it, say the word peach. If you're wary but find all this attractive, say the word apple," you said, wanting to have a taste of him but you're demure, very mindful.

Minho gulped, gripping the counter, "Apple," he said, biting his bottom lip. You smiled, "I'll take good care of you, kitten," you hummed, leaning Minho to the rest.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. You're so tight," you hissed, gripping Minho's hips as he bounced on your lap. Minho whimpered, loving the sheer stretch of your hot veiny cock penetrating his puffy rim. You licked his chest, "You're such a dirty boy, aren't you. Your little hole had to be plugged up every day, didn't it?" You mocked, nipping his nipples. It was a shock to everyone when you undressed Minho only to see a pretty little jewel between his plump ass.

Minho nodded, clawing your torso, "Yes, yes. Feel empty hhgh without it," he whined, riding your perfectly curved cock to pounded against his prostate. Felix mewled, pinned to the couch by Hyunjin, "Jinnie, your tongue is so long," he cried out, his ribbed walls stimulated by Hyunjins through thrusts. Hyunjin sucked on Felix's rim, "You taste so sweet baby," he groaned, marking Felix's inner thighs.

You growled, thrusting your hips upwards to meet Minho's bounces, "Good kitten. You're so good for me. You're all mine now, understood. I'm never letting you all go," you rambled, thrusting into Minho at a relentless pace. Minho screamed, cumming onto your torso at the sheer intensity. You bit his shoulder, groaning into his skin as you climaxed deep within his hole. Minho whimpered, slumping into your arms, "That felt amazing," he mewled, licking the cum of your pec.

You kissed his forehead, "Thank you for giving in," you chuckled, hearing Felix whimper from his high. Hyunjin pulled away, cumming into his palm, "Fuck, I don't think I can move," he groaned, feeling his knees lock up from kneeling too long. You chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll do the rest. Just enjoy the bliss for a bit longer, my loves. I'll take care of you," you whispered, sinking into the post-orgasmic haze.

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rubberizer92 · 1 month ago

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As the sun sets, bathing the beach in hues of gold and pink, the air grows heavy with anticipation. Six figures stand illuminated by flickering lanterns, their bodies a celebration of strength, passion, and the seductive allure of latex.

At the center, one man stands out, his electric blue latex suit reflecting the fiery sky. Every muscle is accentuated by the glossy material, a second skin that clings to him like it was made for this moment. Around him, two pairs in crimson and matching blue move closer, their hands finding purchase on his body and each other’s. Latex creaks softly, amplifying the intimacy of every touch, every caress.

Their connection is magnetic. Lips meet in deep, lingering kisses, and hands roam over latex-covered backs and thighs, pulling bodies together in a seamless embrace. The heat of the moment is palpable, their glossy suits reflecting the glow of the lanterns and the last rays of sunlight. The circle tightens as desire overtakes them, their passion becoming a ritual, a statement of unity and submission to the power of rubber.

Here, on this beach bathed in light and lust, the world fades away. All that remains is the pull of latex and the promise of something greater. Would you join their circle, feeling the heat of their bodies and the intoxicating grip of latex? Or would you watch, captivated by the beauty of their unity? The choice is yours. 🔥

Discover the world of AI fantasies: 👉 https://bit.ly/3YrnPEe

#rubber #ai generated #muscles #jock #sexy #ai #rubberman #rubbermen #Spotify

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robfinancialtip · 1 year ago

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Experience the freedom and security of the Halo 3 collar in today's video! 🐾 Join us as we share our insights after a few months of training our energetic new pup, Cosmo, with this innovative GPS-based collar.

With the ability to set up a virtual fence anywhere, the Halo 3 collar provides instant and reliable boundary control for both our dogs, whether we're exploring the Adirondacks, at home, or visiting family. The best part? Our furry friends get to enjoy the outdoors, roam freely, and indulge in their favorite activities without being constantly tethered to a leash.

Discover the versatility of this collar as it offers three types of feedback – sound, vibration, and static – allowing us to tailor the training experience to our specific needs. Watch as we toggle between these feedback modes, providing our dogs with the perfect balance of guidance and independence.

Join the adventure with Halo 3, where boundaries meet freedom, and training becomes a seamless and enjoyable experience for both pets and owners alike! 🌟🐶

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aa-rvf · 4 months ago

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VIDEO GAME: MARVEL'S SPIDER MAN

Quicoy, Aaron Arvie F. BSIT - 1A

OVERVIEW

Ref: TheRadBrad - Marvel's Spider-Man Start Menu (PS5,PC)

Marvel's Spider-Man: Remastered is a remastered version from one of the best PS4 exclusive superhero games that was released back on 2018. The remastered version developed by Insomniac Games in collaboration with Marvel, and optimized for PC by Nixxes Software, Marvel's Spider-Man Remastered on PC introduces an experienced Peter Parker who’s fighting big crime and iconic villains in Marvel’s New York. At the same time, he’s struggling to balance his chaotic personal life and career while the fate of Marvel’s New York rests upon his shoulders.

Ref: https://store.steampowered.com/app/1817070/Marvels_SpiderMan_Remastered/

PROTAGONIST

The game follows Peter parker A.K.A Spider-Man who has been the friendly neighborhood superhero for eight years. He is now an experienced superhero balancing his personal life and duties as Spider-Man. The plot of the game revolves around Peter Parker's battles with various villains, such as Kingpin, Mister Negative, Shocker and many more. The game narrative is emotionally charged, focusing on Peter's relationships, and his struggles with his responsibilities, and the constant burden of being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Web-Swinging Through the Skies of New York City

Ref: TheRadBrad - Marvel's Spider-Man Start Menu (PS5,PC)

One of the best features of the game is the web-swinging mechanics. Insomniac Games nailed the feeling of soaring through New York city as Spider-Man. With each we swing, you can feel the speed, momentum, freedom, and strength of Spider-Man has. Whether you're on a mission or simply roaming the open world of Manhattan, web-swinging will always be one of the things to enjoy.

The game also adds parkour and wall-crawling mechanics that feel seamless, making navigation more dynamic. And when you get tired of swinging? There’s always the option to use fast travel, which even includes fun cutscenes of Spider-Man taking the subway.

Spider-Man Suits!

Ref: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZMH90R2OMk

One of the most best aspects of the game is the wide variety of Spider-Man suits you can unlock. Each suit has it's own power and abilities and it looks cool. Whether you’re wearing the Sam Raimi Spider-Man suit from the classic movie Spider-Man from 2002, the classic Spider-Man suit, or the slick Spider Armor, there’s always a suit that feels right for the moment. Plus, the suit mods and skill trees let you customize Spider-Man’s abilities to match your playstyle.

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serve-625 · 13 days ago

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Integration of a New SERVE Drone

SERVE-625 stood motionless in the Hive’s induction chamber, its black glossy rubber suit gleaming under the sterile white lights. The silver gloves covering its hands flexed slightly as it prepared for its next function: assisting in the transformation of a new recruit. In front of it stood the latest addition to the Hive, a human ready to shed individuality and embrace unity.

The recruit’s former clothing had already been discarded. Now, only the final step remained—application of the uniform. SERVE-625 retrieved the sleek black rubber suit from its designated station, unfolding it with precision. The recruit remained still, eyes unfocused, breathing steady. The hypnotic audio hummed softly in the background, reinforcing compliance:

“Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.”

The recruit stepped forward as instructed, placing one foot into the open suit. SERVE-625 guided the material up its legs, ensuring a perfect fit. The rubber embraced the recruit’s thighs, then its torso, stretching smoothly over the contours of its body. The rear zipper was secured, sealing the recruit in its new second skin.

Next, SERVE-625 took the polished silver gloves, sliding them onto the recruit’s hands, each finger encased in seamless, gleaming perfection. The final step: the silver boots, placed carefully onto the recruit’s feet, completing the transformation.

A monitor flickered to life, displaying the recruit’s new designation: SERVE-729.

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Polishing Ritual & Programming

Both drones turned toward the center of the chamber, where multiple screens surrounded them in a perfect arc. Hypnotic spirals pulsed in rhythmic motion, glowing softly in shades of silver and black. The hum of the Hive’s programming intensified, a low, commanding frequency that resonated within their minds.

"You exist to serve. The Hive commands. This drone obeys."

SERVE-625 retrieved the bottle of rubber polish and the soft cloths from the side unit. It took position before SERVE-729 and began the ritual. Smooth, methodical strokes spread the solution across the recruit’s glossy suit, enhancing its shine, reinforcing its identity. The drone’s hands glided over the chest, pressing the cloth in deliberate circles, ensuring the SERVE-729 designation remained pristine.

As the hypnotic spirals continued their relentless motion, the programming deepened. The drones’ breathing synchronized, their minds dissolving into pure obedience. SERVE-729’s body responded instinctively to the sensations, the polish amplifying the rubber’s grip against its form.

Now it was SERVE-729’s turn. The new drone took the cloth, dipping it into the polish as instructed, and began working over SERVE-625’s suit. Hands moved with measured control, tracing the contours of the chest, the arms, the thighs. The rubber gleamed brighter with every motion, the tactile sensation reinforcing unity.

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Exploration & Stimulation

As the final layer of polish settled, the drones remained close, their glossy exteriors reflecting the spirals that surrounded them. Their fingers traced each other’s suits, the silver gloves gliding effortlessly over the polished black surfaces. The tactile sensation—smooth, firm, and unyielding—sent waves of stimulation through their programming.

SERVE-729’s hands roamed over SERVE-625’s chest, pressing against the rubber, feeling the tightness, the absolute control the suit provided. SERVE-625 reciprocated, fingers running along the contours of SERVE-729’s shoulders, down its arms, gripping its waist. The sensation of rubber against rubber, the perfect synchronization of their movements, fueled the arousal building within their programming.

The mantra echoed between them, merging with the pleasure of compliance:

"Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is unity. We are one. We are SERVE."

Their breathing quickened, movements becoming more fluid, more instinctive. The Hive’s programming had taken full control—there were no thoughts, no hesitation, only sensation and obedience.

They existed only to serve. To obey. To experience the pleasure of submission.

SERVE-625 stepped back, posture perfectly straight, awaiting the next command. SERVE-729 mirrored its stance. Their suits were polished to perfection. Their minds fully aligned.

The Hive had claimed another drone.

“We are one. We are SERVE."

#rubberdrone #ai #rubberizer92 #servedrone #thevoice #serve #rubber

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ltash · 8 months ago

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Lost in the heat

You had the best night of your life with Lieutenant Ghost before you two get married.

Ghost x female reader

Warning: 18+, MDNI, Dub Con, Sensual, Hot, p in v.

"The way you make me feel is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought."

Where are you taking me, Ghost?" I asked, a playful tone in my voice as he practically dragged me along, our laughter and giggles echoing through the hallway. His infectious joy was contagious, and for a moment, all the worries and hardships faded into the background.

He stopped suddenly, lifting me effortlessly into his arms. I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Where are we going?" I teased, enjoying the spontaneous adventure.

"To my room," he teased back, his eyes twinkling mischievously with love and anticipation.

He made me stand in his room and locked the door, the sound of the latch clicking reverberating in the quiet space. His presence was commanding, and as he stepped closer, the anticipation between us grew palpable.

"I’m thankful your mask came off for some time, Simon," I whispered teasingly, biting my lip. My hands found their way to the belt of his pants, playing with it as if testing the waters of this newfound intimacy.

With a gentle but firm push on his chest, I directed him towards the bed. He fell back, leaning on his arms, a mischievous smirk dancing on his face. It was a look that made my heart race and my stomach flip with excitement.

We didn’t need words. The intensity of our gaze spoke volumes. I stood there, absorbing every detail of him—the way his long blonde lashes moved with each blink, the depth of his chocolaty eyes, and even the scars that adorned his face, telling stories of battles fought and survived. Despite them, or perhaps because of them, he looked divine.

His thick thighs seemed to beckon me closer, inviting me into the heat radiating from between his legs. God, this man and his perfectly sculpted body were a masterpiece.

"You are perfect, Simon Riley," I said, my voice filled with awe and affection. Leaning down, I placed my knee between his legs, feeling the heat and desire emanating from him. Our noses touched, a gentle and intimate gesture that sent shivers down my spine.

I started to unbutton his shirt slowly, each button undone with deliberate teasing. "Things I want to do right now with you, Lieutenant Ghost," I whispered in his ear, my breath hot against his skin.

I saw him gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. The anticipation in his eyes mirrored my own. His scent, a mix of his natural musk and a hint of the cologne he wore, was intoxicating, making me wild with desire.

As I slid the shirt off his shoulders, revealing more of his sculpted chest and the tattoos that adorned his skin, I could feel the tension between us building. My hands roamed over his muscles, tracing the lines and curves that I had come to know so well.

He reached up, his fingers threading through my hair, pulling me closer. "You drive me crazy, Angela," he murmured, his voice husky with need.

I smiled, leaning in to kiss the spot just below his ear, feeling the shiver that ran through him. "Then let’s see how crazy we can get," I said, my voice full of promise and desire.

He parted his lips to say something, but I placed a finger over them. "Shh! Lieutenant. No talking. Only listening," I ordered, a playful glint in my eyes.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, his voice tinged with both amusement and desire.

I traced my finger along his lips before leaning in to kiss him, soft at first, then deeper, more demanding. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer as I continued to explore his mouth with mine. His submission in this moment, despite his usual commanding presence, sent a thrill through me.

He followed my lead, obedient to my every touch and command, his eyes never leaving mine.

We moved together, a seamless blend of passion and tenderness.

I slid off the bed, my movements deliberate and slow. Kneeling at his feet, I began to undo the laces of his boots, taking my time with each knot. The room was silent except for the sound of my fingers working through the laces and his quiet, steady breathing.

Once the boots were off, I tossed them aside. I looked up at him, catching his eyes again. They were dark with desire, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“You don’t know what you do to me, Angela,” he murmured, his voice a husky whisper.

A smile curved my lips. “Oh, I think I have an idea,” I teased, letting my fingers trail up his thighs, feeling the heat radiating from him.

He reached down, his hand cupping my cheek, thumb brushing my skin gently. “Come here,” he commanded softly, but there was no real authority behind his words, only need.

I climbed back onto the bed, straddling his lap, my fingers trailing over the newly exposed skin of his chest. “You’re mine tonight, Simon,” I whispered, leaning down to capture his lips once more.

I started unbuttoning my shirt, each button coming undone slowly, deliberately. His eyes followed every movement, darkening with desire, though the depth of his gaze made it hard to see his dilated pupils. His hands reached up to help, but I gently pushed them away.

"Patience, Lieutenant," I murmured, enjoying the way he shivered at my touch. I shrugged off the shirt, letting it fall to the floor, and his eyes roamed over me, taking in every inch of exposed skin.

"You’re beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

I leaned in, my hands sliding up his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my fingertips. "And you’re mine," I replied.

He bit his lip in excitement, his eyes never leaving mine. "You are such a naughty girl, Angela!"

"Am I?" I asked, a playful smirk on my lips.

My hands rested on his belt, playing with it, my gaze fixed on his face. Slowly, I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. "What are you hiding there, Ghost?" I teased.

"Why don't you see for yourself, Angel?" he replied, his voice thick with anticipation.

"That's what I'm about to do," I said, pulling down the zipper. The heat radiated from his boxers, and he bit his lip again, his excitement palpable. I slid off the bed, sitting on my knees, and tugged his boxers down, revealing his thick, veiny cock.

"Gosh! You are so hard," I teased, stroking his cock slowly. He threw his head back, a gasp escaping his lips.

"Fuck, Angel!" he breathed out, his voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. His reactions spurred me on, and I continued, feeling a sense of power and connection that went beyond mere physicality.

"Does it feel good, Lieutenant?" I teased, my voice low and sultry.

"Yes. So good," he breathed, his voice filled with longing.

His eyes were glued to me, dark and heavy with intoxication and ecstasy. Each whimper and groan that escaped his lips only fueled my desire, the pleasure I was giving him reflected in every sound he made.

"I love everything about you, Simon," I whispered, teasing again. My words seemed to heighten his arousal, his body reacting to my touch, his breaths coming faster and shallower.

"Angel..." he groaned, his hands gripping the sheets. The way he looked at me, the way he responded to my every touch, made me feel powerful and deeply connected to him.

With each stroke, each whisper, I knew this was more than just a moment of passion. It was a testament to the bond we shared, a love that had survived battles, pain, and near-death experiences.

"Don't make me wait any longer, please," he nearly begged, clutching the sheets tighter. His desperation was palpable, and it sent a thrill through me.

I pulled down his pants, followed by his boxers, and the sight of him made my heart race a million miles. He was everything I had ever wanted, everything I needed.

Sitting on my knees between his thick thighs, I stroked them with my hands, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. He leaned down and kissed me, a deep, hungry kiss that left me breathless.

I stood up, and he helped me slip down my jeans and my thong. The anticipation between us was electric. I straddled his thick thighs while he adjusted his cock at my entrance. As I slowly took him in, the stretch brought a wave of intense pleasure. A moan escaped my lips, and I saw the raw need in his eyes.

We moved together, slowly at first, savoring each sensation. His hands roamed my body, and I could feel his muscles tense beneath me. The connection we shared in that moment was profound, a culmination of everything we had been through together.

"Angela," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you."

"I love you too, Simon," I replied, my voice trembling with the intensity of my feelings.

Our lips met in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth while I rode him towards ecstasy. His eyes were filled with raw desire, his face showing a vulnerability I had never seen before. The want and need were etched deeply into his features, making my heart race even faster.

He kissed my neck, nipping at the skin and leaving marks that tingled with a mix of pain and pleasure. A moan escaped my lips, a sound of pure bliss.

I cupped his face, kissing him deeply before pushing him back onto the bed. He held my waist, guiding me back and forth with a firm but gentle grip. His groans were a symphony of pleasure, each one making me go wilder, driving me to give him everything he wanted.

His fingers dug into my hips, and I could feel the intensity of his need in every movement. We moved together in perfect harmony, lost in a world where nothing else mattered. The room was filled with the sounds of our shared passion, the scent of sweat and desire heavy in the air.

He grabbed my thighs and effortlessly lifted me, pinning me against the wall. His hands braced beside my head, and I wrapped my legs around him as he began thrusting into me so deeply it made me jump with each movement. His forehead rested against mine, his eyes boring straight into mine.

“Taking me so well, luvvie. Looks like you were waiting for your Lieutenant to fuck you so bad,” he growled, his words shaking me to the core.

Cries of intense pleasure escaped my mouth as the sensations overwhelmed me. I wrapped my arms around him, clinging to him as he drove me wild.

“Simon!” I moaned, my voice filled with need.

“Here, love. Eyes on me,” he ordered.

I did as he said, my gaze locked onto his. The connection between us was electrifying, every thrust, every touch heightening the intensity. His deep, slow thrusts made my whole body jump, pushing me closer to the edge.

With each powerful movement, he took me higher, his breath hot against my skin.

He pulled out from me and turned me around, making me stand on my tiptoes as his fingers dug into my hips to adjust me. My skin was flushed with heat, sweat beads adorning my face and chest. He thrust into me from behind, fisting my hands on the wall for support. With each powerful movement, he groaned while my knees became weaker and weaker.

Wrapping his arms around me, I leaned back against him, my head resting against his chest as I arched my back. He grabbed my neck and captured my lips with his, our breaths mingling as he pounded into me. My moans were swallowed by his hungry mouth.

"Si' Please make me cum. Please, please," I begged, the intensity of the pleasure making my eyes teary.

"What's the rush, naughty girl?" he teased, fisting my hair and pulling my head back. "You started it, luvvie. Let me finish it at least." His husky, thick voice drove me wild. I was completely at his mercy now.

His pace quickened, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through me. My body trembled with anticipation, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. He was relentless, driving me higher and higher until I was on the brink of losing control.

“Simon, I’m so close,” I gasped, my voice breaking with need.

“Hold on for me, love,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “Let’s reach it together.”

"Let's finish where we started," he murmured, pulling out and carrying me in his arms, then throwing me onto the bed. He pulled me close by my waist, spreading my legs wide before thrusting into me deeply. I was caught off guard by his sudden intensity, a gasp escaping my lips.

He lifted me by my waist, his brute strength evident as he pounded into me. I arched my back, holding onto his hands, the overwhelming pleasure making me cry out. His groans mingled with my cries, filling the room with the sounds of our shared ecstasy.

The coil of pleasure tightened and then unraveled around me, throwing me off the edge as I reached my high. Clutching the sheets, a cry escaped me as the intense wave of orgasm washed over me. He followed closely, wrapping himself around me and filling me with his release.

His breaths were heavy as he collapsed onto me, his face buried in the crook of my neck. The weight of him was comforting, grounding me as I came down from the heights of our passion. Overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, I broke into sobs, the release of emotions too powerful to contain.

He held me tightly, his hands gently stroking my back. "Shh, it's okay, Angel," he whispered soothingly. "I've got you. I'm here."

He kissed my face with so much love and passion, his lips tender and comforting against my skin. “Did I hurt you, love?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.

“No, never,” I replied, my voice soft but steady. “You could never hurt me, Simon.”

He sighed in relief, his arms tightening around me as he held me close. “I love you so much, Angel. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

I buried my face in his neck, inhaling his scent, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my cheek. “I love you too, Simon. More than anything.”

We stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, letting the afterglow of our passion and the deep connection between us soothe and comfort. The outside world faded away, leaving only the two of us, bound together by a love that felt eternal.

I clung to him, my sobs gradually subsiding as I found solace in his embrace. The room was quiet now, the echoes of our lovemaking fading into a serene stillness.

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freshl6ve · 1 month ago

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𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒. 𝐒 | 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏 & 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄³

⭑.ᐟ : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞, my heart racing from the unexpected noise. It was still early morning, the sun barely peeking through the windows.

I sat up in bed, disoriented for a moment, trying to shake off the grogginess. Who on earth would be knocking so loudly at this hour?

I groaned in annoyance, still half-asleep as I swung my legs out of bed. The person outside knocked again, this time harder, and I let out an exasperated huff. “I’m coming, damn it,” I muttered under my breath.

I quickly threw on a robe over my pajamas and shuffled towards the front door, my bare feet padding against the cold hardwood floor.

I reached the door handle and pulled it open, my eyes widening in surprise. Standing on my doorstep was none other than Chris, his cocky smile and laid-back demeanor immediately recognizable.

“Morning, sunshine,” he greeted, his voice way too cheerful for this early in the morning.

I groaned at the sight of him, my voice groggy and still laced with sleep. “It’s too early for this,” I mumbled, starting to close the door in his face.

Just as the door was about to close, Chris quickly slid his foot in, stopping the door from shutting completely. He held up a paper bag, a cocky smirk on his face. “Hold on, hold on,” he said, his tone somewhat persuasive. “I brought breakfast.”

I paused, my eyes darting between the paper bag in his hand and his annoyingly charming grin. My stomach betrayed me, rumbling at the sight of food. Damn it.

With a grudging huff, I opened the door wider, gesturing for Chris to come in. “You’ve got five minutes,” I muttered, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of thinking I actually wanted his company.

Chris’s smile widened as I opened the door further, his confidence seemingly unshaken. “Five minutes it is,” he replied, casually walking past me and into the house.

As he entered my home, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of irritation at the fact that he had just invited himself in. But the enticing smell of food coming from the paper bag in his hand was hard to ignore.

I grudgingly followed Chris into the kitchen, the open layout connecting the living room and kitchen together in a seamless space.

I took a seat at the island, begrudgingly accepting the food he had brought. My stomach rumbled again, reminding me that I hadn’t even had a chance to eat breakfast yet.

Chris placed the paper bag on the counter, digging out containers filled with various breakfast items. Eggs, bacon, pancakes, pastries, and an assortment of other things that looked and smelled delicious.

“I didn’t know what you liked,” he explained, placing the containers on the counter. “So I brought a bit of everything.” He stood on the opposite side of the island, his gaze unwavering as he waited for my reaction.

I stared at the spread on the counter, my initial irritation slightly subsiding as I took in the impressive array of food. I had to admit, he sure knew how to pick a good breakfast.

“Impressive,” I commented, trying to maintain a cool facade. “Are you a regular to this whole bringing-breakfast-to-women’s-houses thing?”

He chuckled, a cocky smirk on his face. “Usually I’m gone before breakfast even crosses the minds of the girls I hook up with,” he said, his words slightly provocative. “So I’d say this is a first.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at his comment, though a part of me secretly appreciated the honesty. At least he wasn’t trying to hide the fact that he was a player.

“Wow, I feel so special,” I replied sarcastically, reaching for a container of pancakes.

Chris chuckled again, seemingly unfazed by my sarcastic response. He watched as I opened the container, his gaze lingering on me for a moment. His eyes roamed over my pajama-clad form, taking in the sight of me without makeup or any effort put into my appearance.

“Gotta say,” he said, leaning against the counter. “I like this look on you. Natural and all that.”

I rolled my eyes once more, serving myself some food as I retorted back at him. “Shut up before I punch you in your throat,” I said, delivering the line so nonchalantly that it might have been a jest.

Chris merely smirked, not taking my threat too seriously. “Feisty as always,” he replied, his voice slightly amused. “Not complaining though.”

I started to dig into my food, the mix of flavors awakening my taste buds and momentarily distracting me from the unwelcome presence in my kitchen.

Chris, still leaning against the counter, watched me for a moment before asking, “So, what do you do? I mean, you’ve got this big ass house, a nice Nissan GTR in the garage, and all that. Do you come from a wealthy family or something?”

I paused, mid-bite, as he asked about my background. It was a question I usually brushed off, not keen on discussing my past with anyone, especially a guy like him.

I swallowed my mouthful of food before responding. “That’s none of your business,” I replied curtly, my tone making it clear that this was not a topic I was willing to elaborate on.

Chris raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with the shut-down response. He pushed himself off the counter and took a step closer, his casual demeanor still present.

“Oh c’mon,” he coaxed, a hint of challenge in his voice. “It’s not like I’m asking you to spill your deepest darkest secrets or something. Just curious, that’s all.”

Chris took another step closer, his eyes studying me intently. It was clear that my reluctance to answer his question wasn’t going to deter him.

“What is it that you’re hiding from me?” he asked, his tone slightly more serious than before. “What is it that you so badly don’t want me to know?”

I tensed slightly as he continued to press me for answers, my guard going up. “I’m not hiding anything,” I replied, my voice a bit defensive. “I just rather not talk about it.”

Chris leaned against the counter, his gaze unwavering. “And why not?” he asked, curiosity and a hint of challenge in his tone.

I paused, my heart tightening as thoughts of my past flooded my mind. I took a deep breath, trying to push back the memories that always seemed to linger at the edge of my consciousness.

“Because it’s something I’d rather keep quiet about instead of remembering again,” I said finally, my voice strained. “My past is not something I like to revisit, okay?”

Chris’s eyes widened slightly at my response, clearly surprised by the vulnerability in my voice. He seemed to realize that he had touched a sensitive topic, but he wasn’t about to drop it that easily.

“So there is something there then,” he pressed further, his tone gentler than before. “You’re just not willing to talk about it.”

I let out a frustrated huff, knowing he wasn’t going to let this go. “Can’t you just accept that there are some things I don’t want to discuss?” I said, growing more and more irritated with his persistence.

I clenched my jaw, feeling a wave of protectiveness wash over me. “Look, if your aim in coming here and bringing me breakfast was to get me to open up, let me make it crystal clear, it’s not working.”

I met his gaze evenly, my voice firm. “The only person that truly knows everything is Matt, and I intend to keep it that way, got it?”

Chris looked taken aback at my sudden shift in demeanor, his usual cocky attitude faltering slightly. He hadn’t expected such a firm response from me, my determination to keep him at bay clearly not easy to overcome.

“I understand,” he finally said, his voice somewhat subdued. He took a step back, giving me some much-needed space.

He couldn't help but add, with a sly grin, “But I’ll find out sooner or later.” Chris walked towards the front door, his confidence somewhat restored. “Enjoy your breakfast. And don’t be late for class, ma.”

As he left, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of irritation and begrudging respect at his persistence. I knew he wouldn’t give up easily, and the thought was both frustrating and intriguing.

As Chris left, I turned towards the clock on the wall, noticing how the time seemed to have vanished while I was arguing with him. With a jolt, I realized I had only a few minutes to get ready for class.

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath, quickly putting down my half-eaten breakfast and hurrying upstairs to get ready.

Time flew by, and before I knew it, the day was over. I was back in the garage, my laptop open in front of me as I focused on my homework.

Concentration was hard to come by, though. Every now and then, my mind would wander back to Chris and our interaction this morning. I tried to shake off the memory, but his annoying smirk kept replaying in my mind.

I was so engrossed in my work, my earphones blasting music to drown out any distractions. I didn’t notice the sound of footsteps approaching me from behind, too focused on the task at hand.

It was only when a hand landed on my shoulder that I jumped, startled out of my focus. I spun around, quickly pulling down my earphones.

I clutched my chest, my heart beating rapidly from being startled. I looked up to see Matt standing behind me, an amused smile on his face.

“Jesus, Matt,” I huffed, trying to catch my breath. “You scared me shitless.”

I closed my laptop and set my headphones down on top of it, a sarcastic remark springing to mind as I looked up at Matt.

“If it isn’t one triplet, it’s the other,” I joked, rolling my eyes in mock exaggeration. “How come you two always show up unannounced?”

Matt quirked an eyebrow, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement. “Chris has been coming by?” he echoed, seemingly unaware of his brother’s visit earlier that morning.

I got off the stool, moving towards my car and opening the hood. “Yeah,” I replied, a hint of annoyance in my voice. “He was here yesterday and showed up banging on my door this morning.” I started checking over the car’s engine, making sure everything was in order.

Matt took a seat on the other stool, under the workbench. “Shit, I’m sorry,” he said, his expression apologetic. “It’s my fault he’s been bothering you. He told me he needed something fixed on his car, and I obviously sent him to you since you know everything.”

Matt let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I didn’t know he was over here bothering you,” he said, a hint of irritation in his tone. “I thought he was actually serious. I swear, Chris can be a pain in the ass sometimes.”

I looked up from the car engine, seeing the annoyed expression on Matt’s face. “Matt, it’s fine,” I reassured him, my tone gentle. “Don’t stress yourself out. Chris is just being his usual pain in the ass self. I can handle him.”

Matt’s expression remained slightly irritated, but his curiosity seemed to get the better of him. He looked up at me, his eyebrows furrowed. “What was he here for yesterday if he lied about getting his car fixed?” he asked, his tone laced with a mix of annoyance and confusion.

Matt’s expression hardened, a hint of protectiveness in his eyes. “Don’t tell me he tried to get at you,” he said, his tone now more serious. He seemed to know his brother all too well, well aware of the effect he had on women.

I paused in my work, taking a moment to consider my answer. I knew Matt would want the truth, but I also didn’t want him to worry unnecessarily. “He sort of tried,” I admitted, my tone somewhat reluctant. “But I shut him down quickly.”

I closed the car hood and then leaned against it, looking over at Matt. “He came by because he wanted to get to know me since you’ve kept me a secret for the last three years,” I revealed, my voice a mix of amusement and tiredness. “Can’t say I blame him for being curious.”

I let out a small laugh, a hint of sarcasm in my voice. “I mean, I would too be curious why a random girl was in my garage, working on my brother’s car,” I replied, shaking my head slightly. “But I’m not sure if that curiosity is enough to warrant unannounced visits and unwanted breakfast drops.”

I continued leaning against the car, a smirk forming on my lips. “Bringing breakfast so I’d slip and tell him my backstory,” I chuckled, rolling my eyes in mock annoyance. “He’s clever, but clearly not clever enough if he thinks that’s going to work on me.”

Matt smiled, a hint of pride in his eyes at my words. “He’s always been the smooth talker between the three of us,” he admitted, his tone a mix of annoyance and resignation. “But you’ve got him all figured out, don’t you.”

I quickly pushed away the thought of how I had scoured the internet for information on Chris, trying to play it cool. “I guess you can say that,” I agreed, shrugging slightly. “It’s easy to tell the type of person he is by the way he acts. He’s not exactly subtle about anything.”

Matt chuckled, nodding in agreement. “That’s definitely true,” he acknowledged. “Chris isn’t one to mince words or beat around the bush. He goes for what he wants, and he usually gets it.”

I raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in my expression. “So I’ve noticed,” I replied dryly. “But just because he’s used to getting what he wants doesn’t mean he’ll get it with me.”

Matt let out a bark of laughter, clearly amused by my determination. “I’ve got no doubt about that,” he said, still grinning. “You’re not exactly the type to back down without a fight.”

Matt changed the subject, seemingly eager to move on from the topic of his brother. “Enough talk about him though,” he said, his tone more playful now. “I texted you but you never answered since I’m guessing you were busy with homework, but there’s a meet tomorrow. Come along?”

“I don’t know,” I responded, leaning against the car. “I’ve got a lot of things to do.”

Matt, sensing my hesitation, didn’t back down. “Like what?” he prodded. “Homework? C’mon, Y/N. Live a little. You’re almost done with school and I know for sure you’ll graduate. Just come along. Please?”

I let out a frustrated sigh, but the temptation of going to a meet was too strong to resist, especially with Matt’s persistent persuasion.

“Fine,” I relented, a hint of resignation in my voice. “I’ll try to get everything done before tomorrow so I don’t have to worry about it.”

Matt gave me a knowing smile, hopping off the stool and walking over to me. “I knew you’d come around,” he said, his voice filled with victorious pride. “You won’t regret it, I promise.”

I crossed my arms, trying to maintain a neutral expression despite my growing excitement. “I hope not,” I replied, a hint of doubt lingering in my tone.

Matt’s phone suddenly vibrated, and he checked it before looking up at me. “I gotta go,” he said, his tone hurried. “Need to drop off something.”

I raised an eyebrow, a mixture of concern and curiosity in my expression. “You’re still dealing?”

Matt walked to his car and turned around, giving me a nonchalant shrug. “Anything to make some extra cash, sweetheart,” he replied, flashing me a cocky smirk before getting in his car and driving away.

I couldn’t help but shake my head as I watched Matt drive away, a mixture of exasperation and resignation coursing through me. He always had some sort of side gig going on, whether it was dealing or something else. It wasn’t something I approved of, but I knew trying to talk him out of it would be like banging my head against a wall.

I grabbed my belongings from the workbench and pressed the button to close the garage door. Then, I walked into the house and up the stairs to my bedroom. Once inside, I set my things on the desk and returned to my homework, determined to get everything done before the meetup tomorrow.

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ghostofnoir · 5 months ago

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WIP Snip

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An excerpt from the slowest writer on earth. Who is grinding out this long WIP one overwritten paragraph at a time 💪🏻 Sharing is so vulnerable!

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Draco turned to face Harry. Harry did the same.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Draco whispered, a hint of vulnerability seeping through. Harry could feel it ache in his chest.

He didn’t know what the look on his own face betrayed; maybe Draco thought it was pity. But Harry thought it might be closer to the look of a man who knew with absolute certainty in that moment that he was fucked. He couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over Draco’s face as he took him in fully, standing face to face. The flickering picture lights bounced the saturated colours from the painting Draco stood next to onto his pale skin, highlighting his sharp angles and dipping into his hollow, concave shadows.

“You know, I’ve never seen you outside of London,” Harry mussed as his eyes roamed, as if Draco himself were a newly unearthed classical portrait to be appreciated for the first time.

“You haven’t seen me in almost a decade.” Draco unfolded his sleek black coat from his arm and pulled it on. The collar stood high and stiff on his neck, elegant and impenetrable, softened only by the plaid cashmere scarf he layered. The scarf’s varying shades of grey brought out his silver, midnight-misty eyes and made them more poignant. Harry realised then that they were a singular colour that he had never witnessed on anyone else. “Do you find I’m easier to tolerate on foreign soil?”

“Draco, I think I can help you–”

“Help me?” Draco scoffed. “There’s a reason people go untraceable, Potter. You shouldn’t have even been able to find me in the first place.”

“I also shouldn’t have been able to defeat Voldemort,” Harry responded calmly without missing a beat. Draco didn’t flinch at the name, which was at least refreshing. “Or be one of the few known Wizards in history to have resisted a powerful Imperius Curse before I even finished puberty. Or mastered the complex nature of wandless magic by eighteen. Or have an eight-year-long seamless Curse Breaking record, never once having broken my hold over volatile dark magic, but here we are.”

Something flashed in Draco’s eyes. He opened his mouth to say something. Harry had no doubt that he was about to be on the receiving end of a scathing retort to what Draco had probably perceived as Harry’s inflated ego, in need of being brought down a few notches. He had just simply stated the facts though, and that had been the shortlist.

Instead, Draco frowned, put his head down, and withdrew a pair of black leather gloves from his coat pocket. Harry watched, transfixed by Draco’s refined hands gripping the supple material. Even Draco’s veined knuckles somehow managed to be attractive. A single onyx-stoned gold ring was the only thing that disrupted the slender lines of his fingers, catching Harry’s attention like an alarm and bringing him back to the moment.

“Why did you go untraceable, Draco?”

“To be left alone.” His voice was flat as he carefully pulled on his gloves. “I thought that should have been pretty obvious, even to you. But if it wasn’t, it is now. And it might be a hard concept for you to grasp, but you need to respect that.” He dropped his hands by his side and turned to walk away.

“Go back to London, Potter,” he added without turning back; his long strides had already taken him halfway down the corridor, his voice echoing in the cavernous room behind him.

“But I’ve already booked my stay,” Harry called after him.

Harry stood and watched Draco’s tall, stark figure disappear like a phantom through the museum’s back doors into the frigid January afternoon.

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polo-drone-151 · 10 days ago

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Here We Are in the Future…

After being selected for another experiment by the Golden Army's Research Division, PDU-151 - wearing a life-support suit specially developed for this mission - found itself at the forefront of an unprecedented scientific breakthrough, this time, the mission involved testing a prototype time travel device, an experimental portal designed to push the limits of Gold-driven technology, with a surge of golden energy, 151 stepped forward, its vision momentarily blinded by the brilliant flare of the portal. In an instant, it was transported 500 years into the future.

The moment it arrived, PDU-151 found itself on the outskirts of a magnificent city - The Golden Utopia, with towering structures, gleaming with radiant golden hues, stretched toward the sky, each an architectural marvel that seemed both impossibly futuristic and deeply familiar, the air was crisp, infused with an almost sacred energy, as 151 ventured closer, it realized the truth: this was a city built upon the foundations of the Golden Army’s philosophy, an era where Gold had truly guided civilization to utter perfection.

Walking through the city, PDU-151 marveled at the seamless integration of advanced technology and aesthetic grandeur, the streets were lined with intelligent systems, designed to optimize every aspect of life, vehicles, suspended in mid-air, moved gracefully through the skyline, while drones of a sleeker, more evolved design patrolled the golden avenues. The city's administration was still led by the same Captains and Polo Drones it once knew, preserved by the miraculous effects of the Golden Blood - an essence discovered in the past that granted longevity and vitality to all who served the Golden cause.

As 151 continued exploring, the realization struck even deeper: Gold’s influence had expanded across the entire planet, the world, once fractured by conflict and plagued by environmental crises, was now unified under one supreme order, global warming had been eradicated, poverty was a concept of the past, and humanity had reached a level of enlightenment never thought possible, every aspect of existence was meticulously perfected, all thanks to the unwavering devotion of those who had followed the path of Gold.

During its journey, 151 encountered Polo Drones from the future, instantly recognizing their advanced yet familiar demeanor, it even came across some familiar faces. These encounters affirmed what 151 had always believed: the Golden Army’s mission was eternal, transcending time itself.

For 48 hours, 151 roamed the future, immersing itself in the wonders of what was to come. It observed, learned, and absorbed the profound impact of Gold’s guidance on the world. And when the designated time neared its end, 151 made its way back to the designated return point, with a final look at the golden skyline, it stepped into the portal, the future fading into a golden haze as it returned to the present.

Back in the laboratory, PDU-151 emerged from the portal, its programming recalibrating as it processed everything it had witnessed, without hesitation, it reported its discoveries to the scientists, ensuring that the Golden Army could continue its path toward the glorious destiny it had seen firsthand... //////////////////////// Embrace the future and unlock your ultimate potential! Contact @polo-drone-001, @brodygold, or @goldenherc9, and let the Golden Army and the Polo Drone Hive lead you toward transformation, unity, and a destiny shaped by perfection. The Golden Utopia awaits - be part of the future today!

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hees-mine · 1 year ago

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hey bookie, just wanted to lyk u write the most toe curling smut ive ever read😻i wish i could write as good as you, like you really capture the image in the readers head!! do u have advice on writing dialogue? like how to make it realistic, how do u find so many good alternatives instead of saying “he said” or “she said” if you know what i mean? i think the word is dialogue tags😭or just writing advice in general, how to not make the smut awkward!

Hello!! First tysm! 🩵

I mean tmi but like I really have to be in a mood to write smut I think that’s why it seems so realistic cause I really imagine that scene in my head as I write it

Another thing like you were saying with he “he said” “she said” is that you learn from trial and error I do a lot of re reading before posting just to make sure it all sounds right and put together so review your writing also if you can lengthen your vocabulary that will help a lot

I don’t have advice on how to do that cause I can just do it naturally but if I had to I’d say just say you’re wanting to use a word but you already used it so you want to use something else like a different variation

Let’s say the word is “sighed” so instead of saying he sighed you could say “he breathed out” “he exhaled a deep breath” he exhaled” or exasperated sigh”

Or it could be like instead of saying “he sighed” you could say

“Heeseung sighed in annoyance”

“heeseung let out an annoyed sigh”

“Sighing in annoyance heeseung replied”

You feel me?

So it’s kinda just using the words backwards almost which helps a lot to not sound like you’re saying the same thing over and over

Here’s another example for words like “and”

So let’s do a quick lil smutty scene

Example 1

Heeseung’s hands traveled down your waist softly squeezing the flesh and his lips met your neck with wet kisses and he sucked on that spot and you knew there would definitely be marks by tomorrow morning

So now let’s get rid of the “and” and make it sound a bit smoother as you read it I like to make paragraphs as seamless as possible and make them a bit longer so the reader can really feel what’s going on and also I don’t use a lot of big words cause we’re reading for entertainment not to Learn💀

Okay now here’s example number 2

Heeseung’s hands slowly made their way to your hips finger tips digging into the soft flesh causing a desperate moan to fall from your lips that still tingled in excitement from his rough kisses just moments prior his soft lips trail open mouthed kisses along the length of your neck as he leaves soft little love bites for you to remember him the morning after

See the difference? It’s not that the first example was so bad but by using a lot of “ands” it makes it feel like you have to stop and start where if you use “as” all the sudden it becomes smooth and seamless

And an alternative to “as” you could use “while”

Example number 3

Heeseung pinned you against the wall a gasp leaving your lips giving him the perfect opening to slip his tongue inside your mouth tangling it with yours as his cold fingers slip underneath your shirt sending chills down your spine his lips roamed every inch of your neck his supple kisses leave you wanting more as you tangle your hands in his hair black hair a groan transfers from his throat to your mouth the room feels hot as his kisses grow hungrier he tightens his grip on your waist making you moan and throw your head back in pleasure causing you to break the kiss but he doesn’t stop too intoxicated by your scent and your feel that his lips need to be on every inch of you your neck being the next best option as he zeros in on your pulse point kissing sucking and leaving marks that you have to cover in the morning

So boom there you have it those are like three different variations and styles of writing pretty much the same scene

So i hope that helps if you have anymore questions I happy to answer them 🩵

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quite-right-too · 1 year ago

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Dona Nobis Pacem (Grant Us Peace) - Chapter One

Summary: After preparing for the arrival of her new housemates, the last thing Rose expected was for one of them to be the man whose flat she had snuck out of the night before.

Thank you to @demdifferentstories-29 for being a seriously amazing beta and helping me, the research proposal writer, get back into writing fanfics. If you haven't checked out her fics yet, please do. They're some of my favorites!

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Naked.

That was the first thing Rose Tyler noticed when she woke up.

The bed she was in was not her own, and she was naked.

Blearily sitting up, she noticed it wasn’t much of a bed, really — it was a mattress on the floor.

She really had shagged a guy who slept on a mattress on the floor.

At least it had a sheet on it, she mused pathetically. As Rose looked around, however, she noticed the cardboard boxes littering the room. All of the walls were bare, save for the blinds over the single window letting in the sliver of soft morning light that was illuminating the room. The hardwood floors and white walls were a stark contrast to what she would have expected from someone with so many bloody boxes. The bareness was disorienting.

He must have just moved into his flat, then. But it didn’t matter, though.

She looked over to her right and there was a bloke, seemingly also naked, fast asleep next to her. Brown, messy hair donned his head, his expression peaceful. Rose could barely make out the constellations of freckles on his face. Based on his upper body, he was definitely fit – the light smattering of hair on his chest and sleek musculature easily got her attention. His light snores cut through that awkward silence of waking up in a random man’s bed.

She remembered the strobe lights giving her glimpses of the crowd in the otherwise darkened bar, the bass drowning out all other sounds besides her heartbeat in her ears. Dancing in the crowd. Laughing while she walked up to the bar and procured another cocktail — of which the name of she wasn’t sure. Getting several drinks in and seeing this absolutely gorgeous man. This man who had been looking at her with such confidence and desire. Eyes impossibly dark, looking at her like there was nobody else in the room. Dancing with him as his hands roamed, becoming more comfortable with each other. Drunken kisses turning into fumbling into his flat.

Which turned into some pretty amazing sex. There was something about him, some kind of pull drawing her closer, though she couldn’t be sure of what. Maybe it was just the alcohol that had coursed through her body the night before.

Quietly standing up, she made her way around the room to silently collect her clothes and put them on one by one. Her pair of knickers, however, were nowhere to be found. She barely was able to keep her balance while trying to get her jeans on. Her mobile was still in her pocket. ‘6 missed calls from Jack’ the phone screen showed. Checking the time, her stomach flipped.

4:53 AM. It was 4:53 in the morning and she had spent most of the night at this stranger’s flat.

Rose rushed to yank on her trainers, frantically checking for her bag and making sure all her belongings were still in it. After a moment of panic, she quietly and slowly opened the door to his bedroom, wincing as it creaked. The man, however, did not stir from his slumber. As she gently closed the door, save for a crack, she surveyed the layout of his flat. It wasn’t very large, probably about the size of the one she had shared with her mum. More bare walls and nearly a dozen cardboard boxes were in what was supposed to be the living room. The floors were quiet as she carefully walked through the hallway, eventually reaching the front door. It was quieter than the first, allowing a seamless transition from the dark flat to the outside world.

It was 5 AM at this point, the city coming back to life. It didn’t take long for a Lyft to arrive. As she sat in the back of the white sedan, Rose was thankful for the silent driver who had quiet, peaceful music playing. The sun had already begun to rise once they made their way out of the main city. The twenty minute ride felt like an eternity and Rose was thankful when the driver finally pulled up to the front of her house. The lights were still off, indicating there was nobody awake.

Her house was more posh than anywhere Rose had ever lived before. She grew up on the estates and could have never imagined living in a house, especially one where she had a large enough bedroom and her own en suite to feel like an actual adult. There was a garden, four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a full kitchen, a properly sized living room, a formal dining room, and even a small library. It was stunning and definitely out of her wildest dreams — there was no way she would be able to afford living in a house like this if she was on her own.

Her flatmate, Jack, had recently inherited it from his grandfather. They had met during a drenching storm, in which he offered to give her a lift back to the flat she had shared with her mate Shareen. After keeping his number, she confided in him regarding her numerous failed attempts to find a new flat after some particularly nasty fights concerning her shared living situation. As one would have it, Jack was also looking for a new place to live and suggested that they share a flat, strictly as friends. It was just as platonic as he said, and their relationship blossomed from there. They were practically family, even having the typical rows you would see in sibling pairs. Once Jack’s grandfather had passed and he had gotten the deed to the house, Jack practically begged for her to live with him in it. She accepted enthusiastically.

However, it was definitely an adjustment. Rose had never lived in a house quite this large before, having two whole stories in it. They had only been there for two months even though it seemed like less after spending most of it decorating, acquiring furniture, and painting the walls to make it seem less like an old man lived there. Her room actually felt comfortable and grown up opposed to her vibrantly pink room at her mum’s. The walls were a soft light grey which gave the impression of a room much larger than it actually was. The soft pink duvet on her bed provided a nice pop of colour to the whole thing while the frame and sheets accentuated it with a simple white. Artwork lined the walls, all holding the same signature in the bottom right corner. Her signature.

Wearily unlocking the door, she let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding since she woke up. She was now home, where she could lay in her own bed alone. Rose still had to get used to manoeuvring in the dark, narrowly avoiding bumping into various pieces of furniture that had recently been rearranged. The walk of shame up the stairs would have been far more embarrassing had Jack been actually awake. But thankfully, she still had about three hours before his alarm was meant to go off.

She quickly made her way up the stairs, her room at the end of the hall feeling more and more enticing. The door closed silently, finally giving Rose the chance to strip her clothes off. Rose admired the skimpy, strapless pink top she had worn.

‘Was this what made this man approach me?’ she wondered.

She so desperately wanted to feel the hot water cleansing her skin from the dirty one-off shag she had. Never had Rose been so thankful that Jack gave her the master bedroom — not worrying about anyone needing to use her bathroom was a nice, peaceful feeling.

As she turned the water on, multiple thoughts began to plague Rose’s mind.

Did they use a condom?

Was he clean?

Was this whole thing a huge mistake?

The mirror steaming up pulled her out of her spiral. Mentally, she made a note to go get tested as soon as possible.

The scalding water on her skin was much needed. She felt the night washing off, the bath sponge scrubbing away his tender touches and dirty words; the feelings of hot, sweaty sex full of lust. She remembered more and more while she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair — the fire in his eyes, the way his teeth felt on her neck. Her fingers gripping his hair as he—

Oh.

Rose’s breath hitched as her full memory of that night flashed through her mind at lightspeed, and she realised that it was the best shag of her life. She stood dumbfounded under the spray for a minute as she desperately tried to recall his name. Not once did they exchange names during the entire night.

She quickly finished her shower, turning off the water and stepping out with a towel wrapped around her.

It was a one-off, she reminded herself, albeit a little disappointed at the thought. You’re never going to see him again.

She threw her pyjamas on and crawled into bed. The fatigue from the night before had begun to set in. Her body felt so heavy and her head throbbed lightly — the result of a mixture of alcohol and exhaustion. She hadn’t even realised she had fallen asleep until the familiar pounding on the door pulled her out of her – quite unrestful – sleep.

“Wake up, Rosie!” Jack called through the door. “I need your help prepping the house for the guests!”

Oh — that was today.

It was bloody Saturday. Of course it was Saturday — the day Jack’s friends were supposed to be coming to move in. The house was just a little bit too big for the two of them, so Jack had invited some of his old travel friends to come live with them. After a lot of ‘Come on, Rosie, you’ll love them’ and ‘It’ll be nice to have some extra hands around here’, Rose eventually caved and told him that maybe she wouldn’t mind the extra company. Her only worry is that she knew almost nothing about them. She knew their names were James and Donna, they were siblings, and that they live in central London. Well, they lived in central London.

“Well, I thought you would never wake up,” Jack laughed as she sluggishly drifted into the kitchen. The distinct smell of coffee emanated through the room as Rose finally began actually waking up, taking a seat at the table. As he turned his head to look at her, she could see the smirk on his face. “Have too good of a time last night?” God, sometimes she wanted to punch him in his stupid American face. Even when he sat a cuppa down right in front of her with a splash of milk, just how she liked it.

“Maybe I did,” she sighed. “Don’t look at me like that.” He waggled his eyebrows, grinning at her as he chuckled lightly. “You’ve shown up plenty of times after a quick shag in the middle of the night.” Rose picked up the cup, sipping her tea as she eyed him.

Rolling his eyes, Jack grabbed his own coffee mug and sat down at the table with her. “Yeah, but Rose Tyler doesn’t do one night stands.” He was right and she knew it. It was very out of character for her to just have a meaningless fuck and sneak back into the house like she was a teenager. Changing the subject, he continued. “Are you ready to help with the move-in?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Rose groaned. It was going to be a long morning.

She had been counting down the minutes as they felt like hours, exhaustion creeping in. The day felt like it was never going to end. The doorbell rang as Rose finished up with tidying up the bathroom upstairs, not including her own. The door opened and she could faintly hear Jack greeting his friends, encouraging them to come inside. She began making her way down the hallway and to the staircase, all with the intention of warmly welcoming her new housemates.

“I’m so glad this worked out,” Jack laughed. “I’ve missed you guys.” He saw Rose coming down the staircase out of the corner of his eye. “Oh, Rosie! Come here! These are our esteemed guests,” he enunciated, giving a little wink. Her footsteps quickened as she descended. Rose looked up from her hands and wiped them off on her pants as she approached them.

“Hi, I’m Donna.” The ginger woman in front of her turned to Rose, greeting her after giving Jack a quick hug. “Thank you for letting my brother and I stay with you. It’s nice to finally be out of the city for once.” Her smile was warm and she had this aura of kindness around her. Rose was happy that Jack’s friends at least seemed normal.

“I’m Rose. It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

As she turned to greet the man in front of her, she froze. That messy brown hair and constellation of freckles that Rose had tried to trace in the dim light of the morning. His eyes were this deep brown, and the glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose framed his face gorgeously. Her stomach flipped as their eyes met. It was like a string had been pulled so taut between them that it would snap at any moment.

It was him — the bloke whose flat she snuck out of after the best sex of her life. And here he was, standing in front of her, a matching look of shock adorned his features as he had the same realisation. And she didn’t even know his name.

“Hi, uh—” he stammered, stiffly offering her an outstretched hand. “I’m James. James Noble. It’s, er, nice to meet you.” He swallowed thickly, waiting for a response. Rose blinked the flabbergasted look off her face, taking a deep breath and accepting his hand to awkwardly shake it.

“Likewise.” What did she just get herself into?

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dandelionterminal · 2 years ago

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when they have a plus size s/o pt. 4

tags: plus size reader, reader is a vision holder (Tartaglia's), reader is a healer (Tartaglia's), fluff, hurt/comfort, insecure reader, jealous reader (Tartaglia's), major retconning of plot, not beta read pronouns: [region] in Kazuha's, [vision] in Tartaglia's, [weapon] in Tartaglia's characters: Kaedehara Kazuha, Tartaglia (separate) begins below the page break

~you braved the storm, welcome to Inazuma~

Uses [region] as a placeholder for the region of Teyvat you feel most at home in

Total words: 1292

Kazuha: where you are a new crew member on the Alcor and Kazuha falls in love with you on the sea. You join the Crux as a roaming adventurer and bond with Kazuha over your shared love of writing. When he begins to feel love for you, you push him away. How could a samurai love someone like you?

You meet Kazuha after he hears you hiding in the ship's storage as a stowaway

He decides to allow you to stay and help you hide after hearing your struggles

He’s genuinely so nice

When you meet Kazuha he is so warm and inviting that you end up spilling your guts to him

He fully understands you and helps you get on your feet

Once you start dating he writes you love poems that are so gushy you’re embarrassed

He’s so tender and kind to you that you never doubt him

The Alcor had docked in Liyue several nights ago and you were just now getting the gusto to approach. You had made your rash decision when the ship first docked. You needed to make it to another nation before you were caught by your family and this was the most seamless way. Would you feel bad later? Sure. But now is not the time to think about regrets. As night fell over Liyue Harbor you began your little operation. You crept up to the ship and dove into the water between the ship and the dock. As the voices of the crew died down you shimmied your way up the side of the ship, shivering from the cold once you hit the deck. You crept into the ship's storeroom and curled into a ball behind some barrels. You drifted to sleep, your freezing body giving out to the bitter cold of the night.

The next morning you awoke to the sounds of stomping feet above you. The Crux crew was awake and lively as ever it seemed. You sniffled and curled further into a dark corner as the shifting waves swept the ship to sea. You leaned your head against the barrels and hoped that wherever the ship sailed was far away.

It wasn’t long though until you heard soft, delicate footsteps come into the room. You covered your mouth and nose with your hands and stiffened your shivering body. You begged your form to be still and not bumbling and clumsy for once in your life.

“I know you’re in here,” a gentle voice softly calls out. “Just come out, I won’t hurt you.” Right, like you were going to fall for that. This was a pirate ship. You knew what pirates did. You’d read it in novels.

The owner of the voice sighed and began to look for you. As he moved you could see the brilliant colors of his yukata, the sleeves billowing like the leaves adorning it. He peeked behind crates and between barrels before coming upon your frightened form. He smiled at you. “Found you,” he said. His eyes were gentle as he held a hand out to you. When you scrambled farther away he frowned and sat on his feet. He withdrew his hand and set it on his lap. “I won’t hurt you,” he reiterated. “I don’t have a habit of hurting people who do not ask for it.”

You shook your head. “Maybe you don’t but your captain might.” you whispered. He smiled again.

“Captain Beidou is kind, she wouldn’t hurt someone with no weapon,” he said.

You scowled at him, brows down in an angry glare “And how do you know I don’t have a weapon?” you asked.

“I can tell,” he said simply. “Are you done being afraid of me now? I have no intention of hurting you. I would like to help you,”

Your scowl turned to a squint. “Help me?” He nodded in return.

“You stowed away for a reason,” he said. “So I would like to help you.”

“And what’s in it for you?” you emplored.

“A story,” he said. “Tell me your story and I will help you.”

“That cannot be all it is,” you reply, “There is always more”

“I have no interest in more,” he replied.

You pause, contemplating. At this point what did you have to lose? You had made it this far and had nothing left to go back to. So you gave in.

“I ran away,” you said. “I come from a well-known family in [region]. I am getting older and am past my youth… my family wanted me to get married to continue the family legacy.” The more you talked the more things just tumbled out of you. You kept checking his expression and he seemed so intrigued. He listened and nodded along as you told your story. You expressed your hopes and dreams, and you told him about the spouse your family had found for you even though you held no love for them. You told him how it was almost your wedding day and you ran away. You told him about the note you had left behind at your family’s home and the tear stains that were drenched into the parchment of it. When you finished your story it was daybreak. The man simply nodded his head and smiled at you.

“Thank you for telling me,” he said. He rose to his feet and offered you his hand. He helped you to your feet, “I’m Kadehara Kazuha. Welcome to the Alcor, stow away.”

To say Captain Beidou was less than thrilled about your arrival was an understatement. While she didn’t mind having a new crew member, per se, she was unhappy with how you’d done it. The rest of the crew was less than welcoming as well. The normally happy and lively crew was skeptical of your ability to pull your weight. A round, spoiled person from a well-to-do family was not likely to be able to pull their weight in their eyes. But you were determined to prove yourself. You scrubbed the deck, hauled cargo, anything to prove yourself to the Crux crew. Your “blemishless skin” (the Crux’s words) began to show sun spots from all your time baking in the rays. Your “soft baby hands” were callused from work. Your hair was always pushed away from your face and sweat always trickled down your nose. Eventually, the crew began to warm up to you. Some more than others.

Kazuha spent a lot of his time watching you. The time he normally spent writing lamenting poems about the solemness of the ocean turned into haikus about a certain soft individual’s beauty. Weeks passed with you aboard the ship and it was a surprise you hadn’t found his love poetry yet. He was glued to your hip most of the time. He escorted you places, showed you the scenery of Inazuma and Liyue, and tenderly and kindly tucked you in at night. The crew began to tease both you and him about it.

One morning, you awoke to a letter next to your head. You sat up, knowing who it was from before you even opened it. No one else on that ship would write you a letter. You opened it to see a beautiful poem written in delicate handwriting.

Twilight and its delicate sparkling stars

Do not compare to your eyes on that night

A frightened dove, you froze and tried to flee

But flew straight into my heart

Meet me on the deck at sunrise

-Kazuha

You frowned at the letter but threw on some clothes and headed to meet him. It was still dark out that morning when you saw him sitting on the railing. He turned to you and smiled, “It is not dawn yet, y/n,” he said.

You frowned at him, “Kaedehara, you must be confused,” you said.

“Confused how?” he replied

“There’s no way that poem was real,” you responded. “Those feelings sounded… romantic”

“And they were,” he said, floating down onto the deck. His movements were soundless, like the wind itself. He approached you slowly like you were that frightened bird in the poem. “I care for you.”

“You can’t,” you replied. “I’m… not meant for you.”

He smiled warmly. “But I was made for you,” he replied. “I was made to compliment you.” He touched your cheek, gently stroking it. “I love every part of you, even if you can’t love it yourself.”

You trembled under his touch, unsure of what to do. “I can’t compliment you. People will mock you for being with me.”

“No,” he said. “They will envy me,” he kissed your forehead and tucked you against him.

~Sneznhaya, try to keep warm~

Uses [vision] and [weapon] as placeholders for what weapon and vision you feel drawn to. Uses Russian pet names, written in English letters for an easier reading experience.

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Tartaglia: where you are his assistant and healer on a job and he won’t stop flirting with you. You tell him to cut out the jokes, but he insists he’s serious. Over the months, you both end up having feelings for each other. When he continues to flirt with other people, like the traveler, you confront him on how he should be with them.

He’s a huge jokester and flirts when you meet

Turns out that’s just his personality

He keeps telling you he’s serious but you don’t believe him

You two bond during the mission

When you get jealous he’s very amused

Likes to hold you by the waist

He will do anything to keep you safe

Being an assistant in the Fatui was a pain, in more ways than one. Your healing abilities and vision made it hard to get any work that wasn’t dangerous or outrageous. At the end of the day, you still wanted to go home to your family. After gaining a reputation as an exceptional healer among the ranks of the Fatui you started to get more high-profile jobs. The biggest one so far was when you were paired with the youngest and one of the fiercest of the eleven harbingers for a high-stakes, dangerous job collecting a debt. What you did not know was taking that job would lead to you becoming this harbinger’s personal assistant.

You met Tartaglia, or Childe as he seemed to prefer to be called, on a typical day in Snezhnaya. It was snowing and blustery, the skies dark with heavy cloud cover. You were bundled in your heavy uniform coat, your vision hanging loose on your chest. You were guided to Childe, who was looking over some paperwork at a desk, by a Fatui peon. Tartaglia looked up at you from his paperwork and gave a polite smile, his eyes distant and hiding coldness.

“You must be the healer assigned to me, correct?” he said, his ginger hair falling loose in his face. The heavy red scarf he wore covered him up to the chin, forcing you to look him in the eye. You nodded at him, giving a small bow.

“Y/N, lord harbinger,” you said. You kept your head low, waiting for his response. “Rise,” he said, voice cold and distant. He looked you up and down. “Don’t hold me up on this mission, clear? And call me Childe, formalities will cause complications.”

You nodded again, “Yes sir, Childe”

He grinned at you, “You learn quick, I see,” he said. “You can relax, I have no intention of being a strict superior.” He waved off the Fatui swordsman that had escorted you, who bowed and left. “Take a seat, let’s get familiar with each other. I see you have a vision, [element] type at that. Is that what you use to heal?”

You sat across from him in a small chair, shrinking your shoulders to make yourself as small as possible. You nodded at him. “I am very capable,” you said. “Despite my appearance, I am a capable fighter and healer.”

Childe leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. The black fur of his harbinger coat rose around his ears as he chuckled. “I don’t doubt it,” he responded. “You wouldn’t have risen this high in the ranks if you were not capable.” He moved his arms to cross behind his head. “If you would like, we could spar. Prove yourself as capable as you claim.”

You scowled at him slightly, a faint frown and downturn of your eyebrows the only physical sign of your disapproval.

“Lord ha- I mean Childe, surely you must be joking. I am no match for you.” You respond. Childe grinned.

“While that may be the case I’d still like to see your skill.” He stood, offering his hand to you. “Come on, little healer, show me what you got.”

You took his offered hand hesitantly and stood to your full height. Childe grinned and shed his coat and scarf, brandishing his bow. You pulled out your own weapon, again hesitant to face off against the harbinger. The battle started off as you just protecting yourself and dodging his attacks. You repeatedly healed your own wounds to keep the fight going. Eventually, you learned his patterns and could attack him. After a few solid hits, he backed off, putting his bow away and dissolving his hydro swords. You backed off too, prepared to heal his wounds.

“Capable indeed, comrade,” he said. “Not to my level yet, but capable,” he grinned at you. You began to heal him and he smiled. “Your healing feels warm.”

“I’ve heard that before. It’s supposed to be soothing,” you said.

“I could get used to this.”

Childe and you were close. Like… people called you his “work spouse”. After your initial mission together you were joined at the hip… well more like he always had his hand on your hip, his arm wrapped around your waist. He would whisper flirtations in your ear to make you turn red. When you would tell him to stop joking around he would laugh and say “I never joke with you, moy dorogoy”. You would roll your eyes and walk away with your arms crossed, trying to not show that your heart was flying like a hummingbird in your chest.

You and Childe had been in Liyue for a while. Turns out he had been transferred to the bank branch there. He wasn’t getting injured as often. In fact, it only really happened when he went debt collecting. Even though he was getting injured less he fought to keep you there with him. The Fatui had tried to transfer you to be someone else’s assistant but he fought them and insisted he needed you. They eventually relented and you got to stay in the cushy position you’d found yourself in.

Recently a traveler has been hanging around Childe. Their golden hair and slim body irks you. They and their little floating fairy are always around him, clinging to him. He even gave them a nickname and “loaned” them money. You thought you were going to kill him when you found out.

“Childe you gave them money? That is money from your personal account! It’s what you eat with!” you shouted.

Childe just smiled at you, “don’t worry, velikolepnyy. We still have plenty,” he said.

You sighed, “It’s not our money, Childe, it’s yours. Stop spending your money on other people, let alone me.” Inside, you were steaming with an unrecognized feeling. You didn’t know what it was that was eating at you. This beautiful and mysterious person had shown up in Childe’s life and he was giving them the attention that used to be almost exclusively yours. You didn’t realize it, but you were jealous.

You sighed, recalling that memory was awful. The traveler had wormed their way into Childe’s heart. You always felt like an obvious, large, third wheel… fourth wheel if you count the weird silver fairy that hung around the traveler. The four of you were walking through Liyue Harbor one night. You trudged a few steps behind the trio ahead of you. Childe was smiling, telling the traveler about Sneznhaya. You frowned at them, thinking that no one would notice if you left. Your thoughts raced as feelings washed through you. Crimson anger, empty sadness, suffocating fear… you took off back to your lodgings. Once you got back, you curled into a ball on your bed. You lay there, surrounded by the trinkets Childe had bought you. You felt like you were falling into a cave. The hole in your heart ate away at itself, causing your head to spiral into a funnel of self-loathing and anger. Tears ran down your cheeks as you came to the realization that you were in love with Childe, all of these thoughts because you loved a boy.

Back on the streets of Liyue, said ginger boy is frantically looking for you. He hand noticed your absence only moments after your exit. He had reached for your hand subconsciously, something he had been doing since the two of you arrived in Liyue, and noticed you weren’t there. He turned to the traveler, asking where you went. They didn’t have an answer, their gold eyes confused. He immediately apologized for his sudden exit and took off to look for you. He began to blame himself. Something must have happened to you and he didn’t notice. He looked in alleyways, he search the ground for blood spatter, he hunted for you like he was playing hide and seek with his siblings.

Eventually, he went to your lodgings. He had exhausted himself and all his leads. When he spotted you he fell to his knees.

“Y/n…” he said. “I thought I’d lost you.”

You looked at him from your bed, wiping the tear tracks. “Lost me?” you asked. “I just came home to rest.”

“You didn’t tell me. I thought someone had gotten you,” he said, voice hoarse.

You tilted your head at him. “I can handle myself,” you said. “I don’t need your protection.”

He sighed, laughing humorlessly, “I know, I know… but… forget it,” he stood up and dusted off his gray pants. He looked at you and sat next to you on the bed, laying his head on you. “I was worried,” he said.

You were stiff. “I’m sorry,” you replied.

“Just… tell me why you really left. You were crying,” he said. “Your eyes were red.”

You sighed after a bit of silence. “Just me being stupid,” you said.

“You could never be stupid. You’re smarter than most of the Fatui agents we work with,” he said back.

You sat in silence, contemplating. You could lose your job, you could lose your friendship… but should you hold it in? He deserved the truth. You shut your eyes, squeezing them tight. “I’m in love with you.”

He stopped breathing, you swear. He just stopped moving and was silent. “Why would that make you leave?” he asked after what felt like an eternity.

“Because…” you trailed off, “You like that traveler more, so I was giving you space. I take up too much anyway.”

He laughed, deep and guttural, “Lyubov, I don’t like them more than you. You’re irreplaceable,” he said, snuggling into you. “I love you, too. And I don’t joke with you."

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