#he makes me feel some things that I find hard to explain

[dearsnow]

TOO SWEET

- you discover that you mix a little too much sugar into your relationship, and jake seems to believe that he’ll turn everything sour. (jake seresin x fem!reader, angst, jake being an asshole when he thinks he’s making the right decision but what’s new, i had a real fun time writing the description ⚠️ drinking)

word count: 785

a/n - angst city is back !! and yes there are parallels bc i’m in a parallel mood so yeah some lines are very very similar to each other. hope you guys enjoy, even though my first hangman-centric fic is a sad one lol. based on “too sweet” by hozier <3

You press your palm to Jake’s face, feeling his stubble rough against your soft skin. “You’re amazing.”

He has a pool stick in his hand, one that he sets down to pull away from your touch. Your face flushes as he takes your hand in his own and places his pool stick in your other, motioning for you to take a shot. “You’re too sweet, darlin’. Let’s prove to Chicken over here that you can be tough, too.”

“Too sweet” is something he’s called you more than once. You suppose it is true, with your gentle and kind demeanor. You just can’t help wanting everyone to be happy.

Jake Seresin is pretty much the opposite of that. He intentionally upsets people with a smile on his face, content in riling them up, and fond of perpetuating rivalries. No one ever understands why you’re attracted to him, especially not the other daggers.

You see the side of him that he rarely ever shows. The one that’s kind and caring, that understands when he goes too far and reels his aggressive personality back to shore. When he kisses you on the cheek or places his hand on the small of your back, you feel it too.

So, when he pulls you to the side of the Hard Deck, you assume he’s just going to give you another drawling compliment and skirt his hand between your shirt and the soft skin of your waist. You certainly don’t expect the words that come out of his mouth next.

“Hun, I think we need to stop seeing each other.”

Your heart stops dead in its tracks. “What?” You borderline squeak. No, this can’t be happening. Everything was so perfect just moments ago, and now the look on his face makes you want to cry. It’s laden with sympathy.

He holds your hands with gentle fingers. “You’re too sweet, baby. I don’t mean it in a bad way, but I mean, you’re way sweeter than I could ever be. You tell Rooster his shirt looks nice when it’s eye-bleeding and you mean it. I love that, I really do, but we don’t fit. We don’t make sense, and I want my relationships to make sense.”

“We do make sense.” You protest. “Opposites attract or something like that. We can make it work.”

“The thing is, we can’t. I’m gonna piss you off eventually, and you’re gonna forgive me, and it’ll just be toxic. I don’t want that for you.”

He lets go of your hands, and as the cool air hits them, they miss his warmth. His green eyes are tinged with something you could associate with sadness, just a hint of aching regret. His mouth twitches a bit, curling into his sun-kissed freckles. They wouldn’t be noticeable if you hadn’t looked at him so closely, if you hadn’t kissed along that same line a few nights ago. “And what about what I want, Jake? I want you. We can have a good relationship, I promise, we’ll find a way.”

“That’s what makes you so special. Your goddamn unwavering hope. I don’t want to crush that, sweet thing, but you have to know that it isn’t always going to work out.” His tone is softer now, but his words hit like the sharp end of a knife. You stare up at him, eyes watering.

“But-“

“It’s a no, baby. Just no.”

He turns, and for the first time, you don’t follow his movements. Your fists close around empty air.

It’s really happening. He’s explained how he doesn’t want you in a million honey-suckled ways, and more than anything, you just want to sink into his arms and cry. But you can’t, and you don’t. You move away, instead, out of the Hard Deck and out of his life, into the cold night air. When you reach your car, all you can do is sob into the shiny metal.

Jake watches you leave. He wants to run after you, to thread his fingers around yours and pull you into a kiss, but he can’t, and he doesn’t. It’s better for you, he tells himself. You sip on wine and fruity drinks while his neat whiskey is sitting on the bar, half-drunk. You deserve someone nicer, kinder, who kisses you goodbye and doesn’t scratch your face with stubble. He sees you lean against your car, forehead pressed to the car door, and he almost folds. He picks up his drink and turns to face Penny, who’s looking at him disapprovingly.

“I’m not good for her.” He tries to explain.

Penny sighs and reaches for the whiskey, topping off his glass. “You aren’t. I just wish you made it your problem instead of hers.”

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[rafecameronssl4t]

All for her || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: canon fic based of s3 ep4

Warnings: swearing other than that, nothing really

Word count: 665

A/n: this actually concerning how much canon fics I’ve written/abt to write but if anyone has any request for anymore canon fics I’m more than happy to do them :)

MASTERLIST

divider by @yoonitos

As you close the front door to Tannyhill, Rafe is on the phone, pacing slightly. "Yeah, they said, um, two days on the transfer," he says," his voice strained with barely concealed tension. "it's in the works though, no worries," he assures Ward, trying to keep his tone steady as he leads you upstairs.

"Yeah, I'm upstairs, why? You said you wanted to talk about something. What's up?" Rafe questions, sitting on the edge of the bed while you settle into an armchair, your eyes on him, concerned. Rafe's expression shifts from curiosity to apprehension as he listens intently to Ward.

A heavy silence fills the room as Rafe's face drops, the weight of Ward's words hitting him hard. "Everything okay?" you ask softly, your concern growing. "Wait, wait, are you being serious?" Rafe's tone hardens, his confusion mirroring your own as you raise an eyebrow.

Pulling his phone away from his ear, Rafe looks at you with a mix of disbelief and anger. "He's giving away the fucking cross," he states, his voice filled with frustration and disbelief. Your lips part in shock. "I was just with you. What changed since then? What are you talking about?" Rafe returns back to the call, trying to piece together the sudden shift.

Rafe's struggle to maintain his composure is evident. You rise from your seat and rub his back gently, hoping to calm him. "Dad, no, no. Dad," Rafe pleads into the phone. "This cross is mine. You're taking it from me," he exclaims, his voice breaking slightly as he places a hand on your thigh for comfort.

"Listen, this is something that I got through my work, and now you're trying to make yourself feel better by giving away my shit?" Rafe's anger bubbles to the surface as he switches to speakerphone so you can hear. "And you didn't even tell me?"

"This is me telling you right now, son," Ward responds, his voice calm and steady, a stark contrast to Rafe's agitation. Rafe throws his head back in disbelief, his hand coming up to his forehead. "We've done some things, Rafe, you and I, all right?" Ward continues, and Rafe lets out a scoff. "Oh my god."

"Things that we need to atone for, and donating this cross, it's a good first step in the right direction," Ward explains, his tone calm. Rafe shakes his head at you, as you sigh knowing he won't understand his dad's reasoning. "I know that in my heart. Okay?" Ward adds. "I don't know. Maybe if Sarah finds out—"

"Sarah? Sarah!" Rafe interrupts furiously, standing up abruptly. "There it is! That's it!" he exclaims, slamming his hand on the dresser repeatedly, causing you to flinch. "There it is, Dad!" he yells into the phone. "Any more of my shit you wanna steal from me to impress Sarah?" he spits out in annoyance. "Who doesn't even give a shit about you?"

"It's Wilmington. It's tomorrow night. Get a pen. I'll give you the cargo information," Ward's voice is stern, leaving no room for argument. Rafe breathes heavily, his frustration evident. "Calm down, Rafe," you say quietly, coming up behind him and hugging him. At your touch and voice, Rafe begins to calm down.

You pull him onto the couch as he lets out a shaky breath, your thumb rubbing circles on his forearm to soothe him. "For the record, this is bullshit. Okay?" Rafe splutters. "This is my thing."

After a few seconds of silence, Rafe's features shift, and he forces a calm demeanor. "But of course, you can count on me," he says, though you can tell he feels betrayed.

Ward sighs in relief on the other end. "Okay, so listen," he begins. Rafe gets up, finding a pen and paper. "One second. Okay, Wilmington. Tomorrow night. Car 750X. Got it," he repeats, scribbling down the information.

A sudden creak from the floorboard makes both of you look toward the door. You and Rafe exchange a knowing look. "Hey, hang on—hang on. One second," Rafe says as you follow him out the room.

"Hello?" you call out as Rafe looks down the stairs. Another creak comes from the room you were just in. Rafe raises an eyebrow at you before heading back to retrieve his phone and continue the call.

"Yeah, from the wharf to the train yard," Rafe continues, his voice fading as he heads downstairs. You remain in the room, sinking back into the armchair and scrolling through your phone, trying to distract yourself.

Suddenly, another creak catches your attention, making you whip your head around. You find yourself face to face with Sarah, her eyes wide with panic. "Sarah..." you gasp, your eyes widening slightly as you take in her distressed appearance. Realization hitting you that she must have overheard the conversation.

"You shouldn't be here. Rafe will go crazy if he finds out you were here—" you begin, your voice urgent. But before you can finish, Sarah lunges forward, grabbing a lamp from the side table and hurling it towards you. Instinctively, you dodge to the side, the lamp crashing against the wall behind you as Sarah bolts from the room.

Heart pounding, you scramble to your feet and chase after her, calling out, "Sarah!" The urgency in your voice is palpable as you race down the stairs, desperately trying to catch up to her before Rafe sees her.

"Sarah!" you call out, your voice echoing through the hallway as you quickly follow her downstairs. Your heart races as you look around, but Rafe is nowhere to be found. Sarah dashes through the parlor, her footsteps quick and frantic, before she sprints out the front door.

You turn the corner sharply, only to collide with a solid form. The impact nearly knocks you off your feet. "Whoa—whoa, babe. What's wrong?" Rafe's concerned voice cuts through the chaos, his hands coming up to steady you, rubbing your arms in an attempt to calm you down.

"Sarah," you manage to gasp, your mind still reeling from the encounter. "What? What about her—" Rafe's eyebrows knit together in confusion, but you cut him off, the urgency clear in your voice. "Sarah was just here. She heard everything."

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     “Channie?” Y/n asked her friend after plopping down on the sofa of his studio

     “Yeah, princess?” He asked, not looking away from his screen

     “Can I ask you a big favor?” 

     “Of course,” Chan paused what he was doing. He turned around to give her his undivided attention knowing it was more important than his work at the moment. 

     “You can say no if you want but can you… take my virginity?” Y/n asked. Watching the look of shock on his face. 

     Never in a million years did he ever think the girl he’d been pining over for months— the one he thought about fucking so deep into the mattress, couch, or whatever surface he could— would be asking him that. If the offer weren’t sitting in front of him to the point he had to lean forward to hide his growing erection, he would have came to the thought. 

     Taking his best friend's virginity? The one that he would purposefully keep close to him just to feel her near. Got hard when stalking her Instagram or when she sent him photos of outfits she had bought that accentuated all of his favorite parts of her. 

     “Are you sure? That’s a huge ask,” Chan tried not to sound excited about the whole thing

     “Of course. I trust you a lot, Chan. I don't want to lose it to some random person who probably won't care about me,” Y/n explained

     “You’re a hundred percent sure?” he confirmed 

     “A thousand percent,” Y/n answered 

     “Come on.” Chan got up, grabbing his things as quickly as he could.

     “Where are we going?” Y/n asked as he offered her his hand

     “Dorms. I'm not taking your virginity in the studio.” Chan said as she took his hand and they walked out of the studio

     “Won’t the guys hear?” Y/n asked 

     “Hyunjins at a photo shoot, Han went home for the day, and Changbins at the gym. We’ll be fine.” Chan said as he dragged her out of the building and to the car. The only one he was worried would come home was Changbin so he made sure to tell him to stay out longer or go to the other dorm. 

     Chan opened the door for her and closed it once she got in. He put his stuff in the back seat before getting into the driver's seat and driving them back to the dorms. Gripping the steering wheel the whole drive to his group's home.

     Being a gentleman and opened the car door for her once they got there and practically dragged her to his room after kicking off their shoes. It was all settling in with her now. Her best friend was going to take her innocence.

     Chan closed the door behind him and pulled her into his body as he leaned against the door. “Tell me one more time you're sure about this.” His lips hovered close to hers

     “I'm sure. I want you to take my virginity Channie.”

     Chan hungrily pressed his lips to hers. Hands immediately finding their way to her ass and gripping the flesh. Kneading it in his hands and making her moan into his mouth. Tongue desperately slipped inside her. Exploring every place he could.

     Y/n moaned into his mouth as she gripped his tank top. Trying to ground herself in the dizzying kiss. Just for Chan to squat down and pick her up. Y/n made a shocked noise as she wrapped her arms and legs around him on instinct. 

     Chan smiled before pulling away from her lips and walked over to his bed. Reconnecting them to her neck. Frantically placing kisses wherever he could reach. 

     Y/n pulled at the back of his shirt. Ran got the message and immediately slipped off the fabric. She’d seen him shirtless before but this time it sent a warm feeling straight to her cunt. Chan noticed it but didn’t comment on it as he tossed the fabric to the side. Leaning back now and capturing her lips between his again. His hands slipped under her shirt and gripped her waist. 

     Warm hands caressing her skin and slowly moving up till his thumbs hit the bottom of her bra. Y/n moaned into his mouth as he pulled the cups of her bra down and rolled her nipples with his fingers before pulling away from her lips and discarding the two pieces of fabric.

     Mouth-watering as he finally got a look at her tits. His days of daydreaming of them were behind him. He burned the image of them in his brain as he leaned down and kissed her neck again. His hands groped her breasts as he ground his hips into her. 

     Y/n whimpered as she grabbed onto the nape of his neck. His kisses moved down onto her collarbone and boobs. Sucking and biting on the plump skin while her whines flew into his ears and went straight to his dick. 

     Marking up each of her breasts and toying with her nipples was quickly becoming his favorite pastime. All while he had his hard cock pressed against her clothed core. “Channie,” Y/n whined 

     “Yeah, Princess?” Chan replied as he slowly moved down her body.

     His hands slowly moved down her body with his lips. Landing on the waistband of her bottoms and pulling them down till she was just in her panties under him. Y/n attempted to squeeze her legs together but was blocked as Chan quickly got on his stomach between her legs and kept them spread.

     Pressing his lips to her clothed clit. Leaving little kisses there and rubbing his thumb over the sensitive numb. Eyes looking down to catch the small wet patch forming. He smiled as he kissed the spot before sliding the fabric down her legs. Tossing them elsewhere in his room with the rest of their clothing thus far. 

     Chan readjusted them so he was face-to-face with cunt and his hands holding her thighs open. Giving him the perfect view of her glistening count. All for him. 

     Not wasting a second, he dove in. Licking up from her entrance to her clit then wrapping his lips around the little bud. Sucking on it like he had with her nipples. 

     “Oh fuck,” Y/n whimpered as she grabbed at his hair and bed sheets. 

     Going between sucking her clit and flicking it with his tongue. Moving down and fucking his tongue into her as well. Her slick mixing with his spit was heaven to him. 

     Y/n trained her eyes on the hair between her legs. Not missing the way her hands gripped her thighs either. She didn't know she could love a sight so much.

     Y/n tried pushing her legs closed when his lips wrapped around her again. Sensitivity already hitting her. She felt one hand leave her thigh and a moment later felt it prodding her entrance. 

     A pleasure whine left her as he sunk a finger into her. Chan chuckled a bit at the reaction which made her arch off the bed from the vibrations against her clit. The producer managed to look up at her reaction and tried his hardest bit to blow in his gym shorts. 

     Curling his finger up into her wall. Pulling her closer to her orgasm. Sliding in a second finger to open her up for him. Listening to her whine and curse. Pressing his tongue against her clit as he scissored her open. 

     Warmth formed tightly in the pit of her stomach. Tightening to the point of was uncomfortable, “Channie,” Y/n whined, trying to push him away from her clit but he was latched on like a baby.

     The warmth spread throughout her body the next second. Everything in her felt good at that moment. Chan kept stimulating her as he watched and felt her shake. Coating his mouth and chin in her essence.

     Only pulled away once he knew she finished. Cleaning her up and pulling his fingers out of her. Cleaning them off as his eyes met hers. He watched her as he cleaned his chin of her essence before hovering back over her body and pressing his lips back to hers.

     Y/n moaned as the tangy taste hit her taste buds while his hands cupped her hips while she held his jaw in her hands. Chan smiled as pulled away, “Ready?” He asked

     “Yeah,” Y/n nodded breathlessly

     Chan kissed her lips one more time before pulling away and leaning over to his nightstand. Grabbing a condom from the drawer and setting it next to them on the bed before shucking off his gym shorts and boxers.

     Y/n swallowed as she caught sight of his cock. Standing tall, big, and angry, leaking of pre cum. Chan grabbed the foil and tore it open and rolled the rubber on his cock. “How is it going to fit…” Y/n asked as she watched him position himself between her legs.

     “We’ll go slow baby. Don’t have to take it all if you can’t.” yet

     “Okay…” Y/n said as he leaned over her, grabbing her hands and pressing them into the pillow next to her head

     “I’ve got you. Don’t worry.” Chan pecked her lips before taking one hand and holding his cock to her entrance. Moving in slowly and watched her swallow the tip of his cock before putting his hand back in hers just for her to grip his hands tightly. 

     Chan stilled and let her get adjusted. Letting her tell him when to move further and stop until he was in as much as he could. Her legs wrapped around his hips. Chan leaned down, whispering praise into her ears, and kissed her cheeks.

     “Move Chan,” Y/n whined

     “Alright,” Chan sat up a bit and slowly pulled out and rolled his hips against her.

     Starting slow to get her used to him inside of her. Feeling the warmth of her through the thin rubber. Slowly picking up his pace as his eyes traveled up and down her body. Better than any dream he had ever masturbated to about her. Nothing being able to compare.

     “Feel so full,” Y/n moaned as she pushed her head back into the pillow. 

     “Yeah? Feel good?” Chan asked 

     “Yes, faster please.”

     Chan thought he would cum hearing her ask him for more. But he couldn’t deny that request. Rather sat up and pulled his hands from hers to grab her hips and lift her hips a bit. Pulling her lower half off the mattress and pushing inside her, watching his cock slip inside her further and her reaction to feeling him deeper inside her. Chan smiled as she grabbed the sheets again. He pulled out and quickly thrusted back in and out of her.

     “Shit,” Y/n whined, voice going up at the end.

     “Feeling fuller?” Chan laughed

     “Yes! Don’t stop Channie, please!”

     He would never imagine stopping now. He wasn’t even thinking about how he was going to walk away from this after it was done. He didn’t want to think about it.

     One of his arms moved under her to hold her up while his other hand moved to rub her sensitive clit. Already felt himself on the verge of snapping soon. He didn’t know how much self-restraint he had left in him. He’d be damned if he came before her. 

     Y/n wrapped her legs tighter around his hips. Her whole body trembled from all the stimulation. Holding on tightly to the sheets under her as he pounded deep into her. Everything felt warm until a cold sweat just took over her while her walls clamped around him. 

      “Fuck,” Chan groaned as he fucked her through her high to his. Hips stuttered towards the end before he filled up the rubber. His hand fell from her clit to hold himself up as he leaned over her. 

     Gently setting her body back on the bed once he was finished. Letting both of them catch their breaths. “I’m gonna pull out, okay?” Chan warned her as she nodded

     Y/n nodded as he gently pulled his softening cock out of her. The condom was soaked with her orgasm and a bit of blood. He didn't mention it as he took off the condom and tied it. Not caring to check if it broke or not. 

     “Channie,” Y/n said as he tossed the rubber away.

     “Yeah?” He asked turning back to the bed to lie with her

     “Thank you,” Y/n smiled as he lay next to her and pulled her on top of him. 

     “You're welcome. Feel better?”

     “Feel very light?” Y/n shrugged

     “We’ll go get cleaned up in a minute, okay?”

     “Okay,” Y/n nodded, as she wrapped her arms around him, “Is this going to change things with us?”

     “Do you want it to?”

     “I don't know…”

     “How about we go on a date and you decide from there,” Chan suggested

     Y/n looked up at him with a bit of shock, “You’re asking me out?”

     “Should I have done that before we fucked?” Chan asked

     Both broke out laughing for a moment. “I’m serious though. Can I take you on a date?”

     “Yeah,” Y/n smiled

     “Go out to dinner after we get cleaned up?” Chan suggested

     “Can we have a repeat of what we did?”

     “We’ll see how the date goes,” Chan pulled her down for another kiss and they both smiled

     Though he one hundred percent wanted a round two. The thought she was already wanting a second round made his dick hard and thinking about what else he could do to her then. 

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Please don’t crucify me for this, but I really do not like how dunmeshi ended. Spoilers for the ending of the manga under the cut (obv this is all my opinion but if you have a diff one and you wanna chat im v open to that)

Ending things is hard, ending great stories is even harder but I just finished rereading the manga in full and it makes it so apparent how rushed the ending feels.

With Laios specifically, him running a kingdom Does Not make sense. It feels too storybook ending. ESPECIALLY with what the winged lion showed him during his dream- the idyllic world where he runs a monster kingdom but figures it all out. I thought that this was kind of clear with how dream falin had to shoo him away from his actual duties to make the idea more palatable. It was a clear manipulation by the winged lion to try make it something Laios would actively want to do, an appeal to his greater sense of morality to try convince him that he was the good guy, especially because we all know he just deep down wanted to be a super epic monster.

With this in mind, the manga actually ending with him running the kingdom is insane. We as an audience have already found out and understood that he actually does not want to do that shit, and that there is no way that the kingdom would prosper under him. I personally really don’t like the way that the winged lion’s curse is pretty much thrown in as a joke on the final page, because the idea is really really interesting from a character perspective. From what we know of Laios, would he not clearly break at some point and try to chase after the monsters? Go insane? Both? Also him always being hungry is such a genuinely cool idea that gets another throwaway line, that has such interesting character implications. It is fine to add that as a footnote at the end, but it’s not treated with the gravity it should have.

Another character I think really got rushed toward the end is Marcille. Her character resolution of after the banquet being okay with Falin’s death is crazy. Her calling her time with the winged lion a tantrum is insane. Her extending of others life may be something that she now sees the consequences of, but there is not payoff for that realisation. We do not see it happen, it apparently occurs offscreen.

There’s a lotta other little things that feel off to me but those are my two main examples. I found in reading it again there were times that the story didn’t show or explain things properly (Kabru in magic handcuffs is something I only found out about when he broke them, I genuinely cannot find where itsumi found that doll of Yadd). You can make the argument that’s a reading comprehension error on my end, that’s fine but there were enough small things that I don’t think I’m the only one that missed small half panel cues. Chekov’s gun only works if you let the audience actually see and note the gun.

Again, please don’t take this as a hate rant, I genuinely love dunmeshi. It’s a really good story. But the best stories are the ones that need to be critiqued. The basic happy ending just does not fit at all, to the point that it feels completely wrong.

Idk, hi if you actually read this whole thing, you’re a legend. Please tell me your opinions id love to hear them

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Tomorrow's promise

Pairing: Daryl Dixon × oc, Rick Grimes × sister

Warnings: Minor blood/guts, swearing

Chapter: 4.02

The sun is already up when you wake, with cold sweat running down your spine and face. Slowly, you attempt to remove Daryl’s arm from your waist without waking him, but using his other arm, he pulls you closer. He brushes your hair to the side and kisses the back of your neck.

“It’s like four in the morning; where are you going at this time?” He whispers.

You stretch your aching body out in the little space that you have and say, “I was going to work on picking off some of those walkers that will have gathered overnight.”

“You’re clammy.”

“I know, I’m not feeling so good.” You move out of his grip and sit up. “I think I’m coming down with something.”

Daryl rubs circles on your lower back as you slide your shoes and jacket on. “You should stay in bed. I’ll cover for you on the field later. Beside, it’s really fucking early.”

“I’m hoping that the early morning air would help me, but thank you.” Despite sharing a bed with him, you resist the strong urge to kiss Daryl to try and avoid spreading your germs. “I’ll be back in a little bit to feed Jace and get him dressed.”

Grunting, he rolls onto his back and says, “It’s fine; if the kid wakes up before you’re back, I’ll get him up.”

“You sure?”

You glance into the cot and smile, seeing Jace cuddling his toy while sleeping. “Thanks; I’ll see you in a bit.”

—

You weren’t sure how long you’d been outside for, but since Carl and Rick were now outside feeding the pigs, you expected it to be around eight in the morning. Sweat was dripping from your forehead and into your eyes, causing them to nip. No matter how many walkers you kill, the cluster of them never seems to get smaller. You feared the fence wouldn’t last much longer.

Stepping on something squishy, you look down and squeal, seeing you’ve stepped on a half-eaten rat, and the weight of your foot has pushed the remains of its guts out of its body, causing the walkers to crash onto the one spot.

Rick runs over to the fence that decides the field from the pathway you are on. “Lil, are you okay?”

“Yeah. Rick, have you seen me down here? I think someone has been feeding the walkers rats.”

“Rats?”

“There’s a dozen half-eaten ones in one spot. If someone is feeding them, I will explain why they are gathering.”

He goes to say something else, but multiple gunshots come from inside the prison. “Carl, go stay in the watchtower with Maggie; no argument. Lily, stay on the walkers.”

“Hell no, my baby is in there.”

Sprinting up the path, you start to feel lightheaded, and a heaviness weighs down on your chest. You hear Sasha calling out that the shoots are coming from block D before you stumble and hit the ground.

—

Your eyes are too heavy to open, and you feel as if your jaw is wired shut with how painfully your body aches. You feel a slight dip in the bed beside you, and someone gently strokes your hair and then kisses your forehead. When footsteps approach, the weight beside you shifts and the person is gone, and you feel the sudden loss of warmth and comfort that comes from being someone you trust.

Daryl.

“How’s she doing?”

You recognize the voice as Maggie’s.

“She’s still burning up.” Daryl’s voice sounds strained. “I remember when we first met, I said I wasn’t a babysitter. I didn’t want to be around a screaming baby. Pft, I never thought I’d grow so attached to the kid.”

“I know it’s hard, but it’s the right thing to do. Jace is vulnerable, and you’ve been exposed. Beth will take good care of Jace and Judith,” Maggie says softly. “My dad and Carl will find the elderberries and make the tea. It should help until you get antibiotics.

You hear a noise that sounds like someone tapping their fingers against the metal bars of the cell.

“How many of you are going?”

“Me, Michonne, Tyreese, and Bob. Our best chance is hitting the veterinarian college, and if not, we will start searching houses. If Lily wakes up before I’m back, let her know. Just let her know I won’t be gone long.”

[teddynivvy]

hi!

i’m literally obsessed with your work, the way you write for ted literally has me frothing at the mouth and gnawing at the bars of my enclosure.

i’m heare bc i wanted to share a thought abt ted that’s been rattling around brain for a while.

idk what it is about him but sth makes me think that he has a thing for people who are pretty and cocky about it.

i’m thinking like,, meeting his eyes from across the room (one of u was staring idk who) and instead of ur eyes shyly darting away you hold his gaze and inquisitively cock ur head to the side with a lil smirk

or him trying soso hard to explain sth but you’re holding some real intense eye contact just bc it’s cute when he trips over his words and his ears go a lil pink

idk i think it’s Neat and was wondering what ur thoughts were on the subject.

im new here, if you don’t have a 🥮 anon could i take the spot? ty!

*marge simpson voice* i just think they're neat

you and ted who are at the same party with different people, both with drinks in your hands engrossed in your conversations as music plays over the speakers

ted notices you first - in an outfit that perfectly hugs your body, hair perfectly styled, lips stained pink from your drink

he can't take his eyes off of you as you let out a laugh and throw your head back, opening your eyes to meet his

he wants to look away, but when you don't, he holds eye contact too

you smirk at him and let your eyes travel down his body, so obviously that he notices you checking him out with no shyness

his mouth goes dry as he notices how bold you're being, your drink coming up to your lips once more before turning back to your friends and blushing

his friends notice he's distracted and when they notice he's looking at you, they all immediately are like "ohhh"

and ted's like "sorry, what were you guys talking about?"

"ted's in love" "ted literally everyone's into (y/n) you have no chance"

so ted just rolls his eyes and continues sneaking glances at you when he can

when he notices you excuse yourself to the patio, he does too, hoping to get a moment alone with you

and when you're sitting outside looking at the stars, you feel ted's presence as he sits next to you

"hi," is all you need to say, before ted is turned towards you and sparking a conversation

you get to know each other over your drinks and chat about people you know and what you do, but you can tell ted is getting flustered because he keeps tripping over his words and awkwardly trying to explain what he means

so you just listen, eyes flickering to his as he talks and talks, which you find super endearing

and finally when he takes a breath and apologizes for talking so much, you just reach over and take his hand, leaning into him and kissing his cheek before taking out your phone and opening a new contact

you hand it to him, and he immediately blushes as he puts his number in and takes an awkward sip of his drink as you stand up

"i'll text you."

"y-yeah. please do."

and you walk away before stealing one more glance and going inside, saying goodbye to the host and going back out to your car

where you immediately open ted's contact and send him a message

"nice talking to you tonight, we should go out sometime."

[crepezinhos]

Hi, I don't know if you were talking about me, but I did request a part 2 of Fortune's Fool....

Well, I have to start by saying that I LOVED your Part 1!!!

it's been living rent free in my head ever since I read it.

And for the part 2, I had this scenario where ... I imagined both Kazuha and Wanderer wanting more than just what happened that night.... but both of them getting super anxious about it....!!!

Maybe wanderer over thinking what he did.and maybe all what he said too..? (all the things that he said while doing it), or him thinks that Kazuha was more gentle,  or maybe him thinking like that cause he saw us he  with him at some point, and he thought, "oh, well, it's logical that they want with him again because he was really nice"...... and maybe Kazuha feeling really guilty for whatever reason (it my head he would be super restless if he was thhing that he overstep our boundaries) or it could be just him thinking that he wasn't good enough, or thinking that we do not want to have anything more to do with him (i think that he would still be willing to talk things out tho..... )

overall Both of them just having this anxious feeling and over thinkingthe setuation ...

For the end it's really up to you!!

If you want it to be happy, comfort/no comfort... really I feel like you would do a better job at figuring out an ending!!!

Up For a Second Round?

(REQUEST #4: Meeting them individually after the night where the three of you had an orgy in a bathroom stall)

POV: The request ☝️

⚠️ WARNING:

— This is a NSFW piece

— Characters will NOT be together, so there’s no orgy (unfortunately)

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

Wanderer + Reader:

Neither you or Wanderer wanted to see each other after the occurred, but for some reason, Wanderer felt really guilty about it. Was it because he allowed himself to show his kinky side to a person he wasn’t close to and will most likely remember that? Or maybe because he went too hard on a person that was barely conscious? The only reason why that guilt wasn’t consuming him over was because he liked that experience a lot. It had been months since he last had sex and it wasn’t kinky, so he felt really satisfied to have a stranger letting him use her to fulfill all his sexual desires. He has a kink on degradation, so it’s hard for him to find a partner that also likes it. You were definitely going to live in his mind for a good while, as a good memory and a bad memory.

Even if he took great care of you after it, bringing you to rest in a warm bed and a comfy, safe hotel room, he still felt terrified of ever meeting you again.

You also feared it while walking around the town of Sumeru, wanting to experience the entirety of the Sabzeruz Festival. You knew that Wanderer lived in the city, but that trip was not about him, so you tried your best to ignore that fear. You always wanted to live this, you always loved Sumeru, ever since you were a kid reading journals about its biological variety. So there you were, walking around the crowded streets, crossing by many stores and attractions, unaware of Wanderer’s presence in the rooftops of the houses nearby. He was keeping an eye on you just to make sure you would not see him and have to live the moment of meeting each other again that soon. But unfortunately, since he had volunteered to help keeping maintenance of the festival, he had to be around.

And Nahida didn’t help.

“Hey, Mr. Hat Guy!” She called him out from behind, gently pulling his shorts to call his attention. “I dearly appreciate your help with the maintenance, but I’ll have to ask you to please get off the rooftops… It would be unfortunate for our reputation if someone from the maintenance team damaged someone’s house and it just doesn’t look appropriate for the festival...” Nahida explained.

“I… I’m sorry.” He said, turning his face away.

“What’s bothering you?” She asked, giggling at his slight embarrassment.

“Nothing… I’ll see you soon.” He finalized, walking away from the Archon and jumping off from the roof, landing on the ground without damaging the crates he was carrying at all.

Now, he had no notion of where you were anymore, so you could literally be right by his side and appear just right at his front. Wanderer shook his head and closed his eyes, trying to get that thought out of his head as he begun walking.

And he only owned them again when he felt himself turning around a corner.

…

Oh.

“Oh.” You mumbled to yourself.

Wanderer immediately froze in his place with the sight of you standing right in front of him and staring at him with an embarrassed face. All that went through his mind was “Run away, run away, run away…” as he prepared his right foot to turn around and walk away.

“Hi.” You said with a weird smile, trying to make the conversation less embarrassing, making Wanderer stop those thoughts for a second. “So… how are you doing..? Liking the festival?” You asked, scratching the back of your neck.

All that went through your mind was “Act fool, act fool, act fool”, contrasting Wanderer’s thoughts, which unintentionally the moment more embarrassing.

“Yeah.” He said very quietly.

That moment was absolutely horrible. You two trying to act there was no big elephant in the room was just making it bigger and bigger. Wanderer was so nervous that he didn’t even realize that his grip in the crates was barely breaking them apart.

“I should get going.” He suggested, trying to step away immediately.

“N-No! Let me help you carrying those!” You said, grabbing one of the crates in his hands without his permission.

“You don’t need to—!” He argued, trying to reach the crate back.

“So, where are you heading to?!” You ignored him, beginning to walk ahead of him.

Just why the fuck did you do that for?!?! For the stupid sake of not mentioning what happened?!

Wanderer went quiet in shock of your will to not talk about the elephant in the room, but still… he gave up in trying to keep quiet. He is a man, so he has to face his problems like one according to his logic.

“Y/N.” He called you out, making you stop walking to look back at him. “Pretending nothing happened between us will only make this more awkward, so let’s end this together, right here and right now.” He confronted with a very serious voice, making your fake smiles disappear.

You were too embarrassed to answer him.

“I’m sorry, ok?” He whispered, turning his face away due to his cheeks going red l. “All that I said to you that night was a… kinky thing… that I enjoy in these activities.” He confessed, completely ashamed.

“It’s ok, I know.” You said, also refusing to look at him.

“But I still shouldn’t have said those things to you or done anything to you in the first place. You were drunk and vulnerable and I was practically sober… it was very wrong of me.” He argued, placing one of his hands in hiss face as he remembered the moment you two had.

“No, no, it’s ok, I understand! There’s no need to be embarrassed..!” You said, trying to relax him. “I, uh… I am a very kinky person too so I kinda liked it and your… uh…” You started a speech but started regretting what you were beginning to say.

You barely said that you liked his degradation, and that would be the end of your dignity.

He didn’t say anything too, his face looking shocked with what you confessed and his eyebrows frowned.

It was pure silence for some seconds.

“Never mind.” You laughed it off.

“You liked it..?” He asked very quietly, making you go embarrassed again.

…

…

“Yeah.” You answered, looking away from his sharp gaze.

“You enjoyed… being… degraded..?” He asked with a slight amusement in his voice that you did not like.

“These crates are still waiting to be delivered, aren’t they?!” You ignored his question, trying to avoid that conversation.

“I-I’m sorry, I got curious...” He said, walking up to you and creating a slow pace for you to follow.

“It’s ok, I just… don’t wanna talk about that.” You said, and he nodded in acceptation.

The ambient got quiet again, but this time, Wanderer was feeling a little more confident to talk.

“Have you seen Kazuha yet? He’s also in here to celebrate the festival.”

“Kazuha is here?!” You asked, getting anxious again.

“Yeah, we talked a little yesterday.”

“About what?!”

“About that night. He didn’t remember how did we end up like that and asked me about it.”

“Oh… how did we end up like that?” You took the opportunity to ask the question you had in your mind for many days.

“You don’t remember as well? Well, you just started making out with Kazuha in the toilet while I tried to unlock the door and then you started to flirt with me and convince me to join the fun.” He explained, his cheeks getting redder and redder the more he remembered.

“Oh… I don’t remember that part at all, but… if I crossed any lines, I apologize.”

“Don’t worry about that, Y/N, me and Kazuha are bigger problems.” He replied and stopped walking, making you stop too. “Well, we arrived.” He said while gently putting the boxes in his hands in the ground.

“Well, then… I guess I’ll be going now.” You said while he took the boxes in your hands.

“Oh… um… I’ll see you around, I guess.” He said in a weird way, like he did not want you to leave.

“Yeah… see ya.” You dismissed yourself before beginning to walk very quickly out of that place, afraid of what he said about Kazuha.

But as soon as you felt like you were distant enough from him…

“Wait.” You heard his voice from being you and a sudden hand on your shoulder.

“Yes?” You asked, turning to him again, meeting a very peculiar face.

“I, uh… thank you… for that... I… needed it a lot.” He confessed, not daring to stare your gaze back.

“Oh… you’re welcome..!” You laughed it off to try making it look like what he said wasn’t weird.

“Um… any chance we could possibly… ugh…” He attempted, taking his hand off your shoulder to scratch his neck in embarrassment.

“What is it?” You asked.

“N-Never mind.” He whispered, moving his hand to his hat to pull it down and cover his face, red as a tomato, as he walked away from you again as quick as he could.

You stared at him walking for some seconds, confused with what he could possibly want, but you ignored it and begun walking away again.

Wanderer sighed and brought his palm to cover his face, extremely embarrassed at that final talk you two had. He couldn’t lie to himself, he was really amused with the fact that you accidentally implied to like sadism, but he was disappointed in failing to get to 100% confirm that. He was about to ask you for a second round, but his timid soul did not allow him to lose his dignity so easily like that. He wanted to discount his desires in someone who enjoyed that kind of kink without another man taking some of your attention away, and also wanted you to discount your desires in him. It would be perfect for the both of you to relieve all that sexual stress you two had accumulated. But now, he let you go with Kazuha out there. Even if he was now aware of your kink, Kazuha was way better at talking, flirting and being a gentleman than him, so now there were big chances of you discounting your desires in him instead of with the poor, solitary Wanderer.

“I was so close… why didn’t I ask..?” He pressured himself as he pulled his hat down again.

Kazuha + Reader:

As Wanderer mentioned, Kazuha was also in Sumeru to celebrate the Sabzeruz Festival, completely unaware about your presence until he suddenly spotted you walking around in a crowd. He wasn’t really surprised to see you there, after all, the whole nation was trying to bring outsiders to celebrate their festival, but he absolutely wanted to talk to you again. He wanted to politely apologize and take responsibility for what happened, but also try his chance with you, which was previously interrupted by Wanderer.

He'll never tell you this, but he got jealous of Wanderer. Kaedehara Kazuha has always respected and admired you for being a talented swordswoman who fought with the 4th Harbinger and lost with a lot of dignity as a mere human, but he got even more interested in you when he got to actually talk to you. You were beautiful, powerful and even funny... how could he not feel attracted to you? He would’ve loved talking more with you that night if it wasn't for Wanderer making himself way more pleasant than him, or after that night, but he never saw you again or believed that he would have a chance with you due to what happened.

Even if he slightly regrets the moment, he cannot deny that having such an iconic woman sucking his dick so easily made him even more invested in you. He would love it if you had a secret second personality for these moments of intimacy that completely contrasts the personality that you show.

So, after hiddenly following and watching you enjoy the festival through the afternoon, when you finally went to a corner isolated from crowds, he finally showed up to you.

“Y/N Y/S.” He called your name in a flirty tone, making you jump from the fright of being suddenly called, especially by a voice you didn’t wish to hear at the moment.

You turned to his direction as fast as you could, meeting him walking towards you very slowly and with a very gentle smirk in his face.

“How are you doing? Enjoying the festival?” He asked, finally stopping when he felt he was close enough.

“I’ve… been doing fine..! This festival is great..!” You answered, very nervous about his smirk.

You didn’t know whether he was just being polite, flirty, or both.

“I’d love to hear you talk about how have your days been in Sumeru or your recent trips, but I believe there’s something way more important to discuss, isn’t there?” He asked, crossing his arms, expecting to hear an answer from you, but all you did was nod while looking away. “Well, then, I guess I'll start. Did I cross a line, Y/N?” He asked, now changing his facial expression to a very neutral one, expressing slight seriousness to the situation.

You started to think, but all you remembered was him being the gentleman he is, scolding Wanderer for his sadism and praising your hard work in his dick.

“I wouldn’t say so… I remember you being very sweet and caring for my consent and pleasure… I’m just not sure if some things that I don't like were done, such as... orgasm. I didn't remember nor had courage to ask this to Wanderer, but... did he... cum inside?”

“Well, my memories of that night aren’t the best ones too, but I do remember that he did not. If I were you, I'd rather confirm it with him tho, since he was the most conscious person out of us.” Kazuha argued.

“Don’t worry, I think I would be able to remember if he did.” You reassured.

"Oh really?" He asked, showing some interest. "Yes, it is very stimulating and could get me pregnant or a STD." You answered.

“Well, Wanderer is a puppet so I wouldn't consider his sperm a concern, but, I guess step one is done. My second and final step is simply to apologize. I shouldn’t have allowed my drunk-self to have intimacy with someone, especially a drunk one too. Me and Wanderer both took advantage of it and that was wrong and stupid. I truly hope that you can forgive me, Y/N, I truly enjoyed getting to know you that night and would love to get to know more about you. You're pretty, funny, kind... and a very good listener, I'd not fail like this again if you gave me a chance.” Kazuha confessed, laying a hand in his heart as he spoke his sincerity. "I... thank you, Kazuha... it was very nice meeting you too... Of course I forgive you!" You laughed in comfort of his words.

“Well then, I guess you wouldn't mind if I joined you this afternoon, would you? I would love to spend my afternoon walking and talking with you.” He asked, his flirty smirk growing back.

“Not at all.” You said, smirking back at him.

.

It was definitely a good decision spending the rest of that day with Kaedehara Kazuha. He followed your steps all the time, telling you his stories, listening to your stories and getting you things from tents from either buying them or playing a game for them, just because he wanted to compensate his mistakes.

And, well, you were definitely really happy to have been spoiled by a handsome boy all day, especially one that you knew was interested in getting physical with you.

You've noticed ever since your first steps how Kazuha's gaze would linger in yours for too long, even when you weren't staring back. Sometimes you would feel his eyes roaming around your body when you were distracted, specifically in areas such as your chest and hips.

So, you'd definitely deliver what he wanted after being such a gentleman to you all day... Anemo users are your type anyway...

“And that’s why I like poetry… it’s a beautiful way to express feeling. It was a sort of therapy for me too when I was struggling with my own emotions.” He finished the quick talk when he realized you two were already very close to your hotel room door.

“That’s definitely a very inspiring story, Kazuha… will you be here tomorrow?” You asked as you unlocked the door with your keys.

“Unfortunately, today is my last night here. I could only afford 3 nights with my money.” He answered truthfully, but you still were disappointed.

“Really?! Would you like to stay one more night? I could afford you one, or even two…” You offered, turning to him again.

“I am a gentleman, Y/N, I could never take the money of a lady like that.“ He said as he shook his head in denial.

“Oh, come on! The festival is just beginning and you spent so much money in me! I really do not care paying for an extra night, Kazuha! It would be a way for me to compensate your efforts!” You approached him, trying to convince him.

“Don’t worry, today was a very good last day for me. I am satisfied.”

“Oh, please… there must be something I can do to thank you…” You suggested while gently grabbing his hands, which made both your smirks grow wider as you stared at each other’s eyes hungrily.

.

“I knew it… you pervert… you weren’t just smirking out of a personality trait…” You mocked him, getting your head off the pillow for a moment just to do that.

But he didn’t say anything back to you and only kept staring at your arched back as he made love to you non-stop. Yes, you two immediately started making out as soon as you said those provoking words. Don’t get him wrong, he didn’t spend all that money and time with you just to“buy” his way inside you, but getting to know this side of you so quick was addicting to him. And, if he truly just wanted sex, he would not be fucking you so damn nice. He made sure every single thrust of his got out a moan out of your mouth, he held your hips so gently and carefully to make his thrusts more precise in your G-spot and the whole experience even more amusing to you, and most importantly, he wouldn’t stop teasing you with his poetic words towards you and your body.

“Yet, you still decided to play this game with me… wouldn’t that make you a pervert too?” He teased, leaning closer to your face just to whisper that in your ear and hold your chin up to the wall in front of you.

You felt his remaining hand in your right hip perfectly move from your hip to your right breast, making its way very arousing for your whole body.

“Gosh… Wanderer was right… this is heaven.” He flirted, massaging your breast in a way that made your whole body barely crumble in pleasure. “And you keep only getting tighter…” He moaned in your ear along with many arfs as he felt your insides clench around his dick due to his praising words.

“Archons, Kazuha! You’re gonna kill me like this!” You screamed in pleasure as you arched your back even further to receive more of his thrusts inside you.

“Is this too stimulating for you..?” He asked, still with a pervert smirk in his face.

“Yes… but, don’t stop!” You begged, which made Kazuha slightly giggle.

“Fret not, milady…” He flirted, beginning to kiss your neck as he accelerated his thrusts and begun to tease your nipples with two of his fingers, his hand still keeping your chin up as he brought you to oblivion.

.

“I hope to see you soon, Y/N, but I really cannot miss this trip.” Kazuha said as he turned around to mire you.

“It’s ok, no need worry about me anymore.” You joked, crossing your arms as you watched him prepare himself to get in the boat.

“Thank you for yesterday once again.” He flirted, slightly embarrassed and even a little sad.

“You’re welcome.” You replied with the same tone.

“Can I officially call you a dear acquaintance now?”

“Of course.”

“Perfect… I’ll see you around, Y/N.” He said before turning away and beginning to walk.

Before he got inside the actual boat, he took a look back at you, walking away completely unbothered by his parting. He wished he had the courage to take the offer you proposed to him yesterday or that he managed to make you like him more. He could only see sexual amusement in your eyes when you stared at him and that pained him. He knows that that is just what happens when you have a relationship mostly about sex, but he regrets not making it more than that yet. He definitely wants way more than that but you don’t seem to want it too, which makes him slightly insecure about himself. He wants you to see him like he sees you, but that’s something he unfortunately cannot control. There’s also Wanderer, who he believes might be distracting you from him, and that annoys him too, especially because it is also out of his control. Maybe he needs to be more romantic and friendly next time he meets you, or maybe you just want to have this relationship with him. He’s worried, but still has high hopes for your next meeting and many things to do in Inazuma.

“I’ll be better next time, Y/N, I promise.” He whispered to himself.

Taglist: @alatusorrow @the-stinky-winky @kindofscenic @kindofshyent @iruma-chan

[gii-1]

hii!! hope ur doing good!! could you do hcs for the boys with an s/o who has narcolepsy??

-jjk boys with a reader who has narcolepsy

ft. yuji, megumi, inumaki, yuta

notes: since i had no idea what narcolepsy was, i had to do a bit of research. i might be way off on what it is, so please correct me if i am.

yuji ->

• when he first noticed, you both were having a conversation and you randomly fell asleep.

• he kept shaking you gently asking what happened, thinking you were looking down at something that was making you look so still.

• once he realised that was not the case, he thought you had went paralysed and was panicking

• he called for shoko frantically asking for help, once she explained you had narcolepsy he calmed down a bit.

• after that incident he always brings a pillow when you are there, scared you will fall asleep again.

• he always asks if you had a nap today, and since you’re not allowed caffeine whenever you two or in a group go out he makes sure that you don’t accidentally get any.

• if you have a sudden weakness in your muscles, he will definitely be by your side at all times to help you.

• i feel like he’d carry you around everywhere

• he also asks how good you sleep was and how comfy it was, if it wasn’t he’d probably ask gojo for a new mattress and some pillows.

• hes constantly asking you how you are aswell making sure you’re in top shape, he’s never had his guard down and is ready if you have a sleep attack or your limbs go weak.

• in lessons where you can’t focus on things properly, he locks in and make sure he does notes on everything you missed so you can see later.

megumi ->

• when he firsts notices your extreme tiredness at times, he originally thinks its from the exhaustion of doing missions but he had a nagging feeling that it was something else.

• i have a very strong feeling he already knew a bit about narcolepsy from the fact he loves nonfiction books.

• so that means he was prepared when he first found out about your narcolepsy.

• this guy definitely keeps some sort of unconscious (very organised) timetable in his head about what times you had your nap.

• he always checks if you followed the timetable, checking in on how many times you had a nap.

• if you complained, or if he asked you, about the comfort of your sleep and it was uncomfortable then (like yuji) he would go to gojo and get you anything sleep related to help you.

• if you weren’t able to pay attention in class because it was hard to focus on things, you can always rely on him because he has the most neat notes in the world, despite his handwriting being a bit messy as he had to write quick, he’s a pro at organised notes.

• he will get used to your narcolepsy quickly and is very understanding of how tired or irritated you act sometimes, he won’t take it to heart.

• after finding out, he would be a lot more patient with you and think about your safety.

• thinking about your safety a lot more is definitely integrated into his lifestyle now

inumaki ->

• you guys were in a restaurant and you randomly fell asleep, he was poking your forehead trying to wake you up, he didn’t want your soon-to-come food to get cold.

• when he found out about your narcolepsy, he was interested by it.

• he would do missions for you if he felt like it was your time to have a nap

• when you get a sleep attack in random places he will try his best to make sure you’re in a comfortable position so you don’t wake up sore.

• he is unconsciously always thinking if you had enough sleep that day, especially during missions.

• if you’re really feeling sleepy while you were hanging out in a group, he’d take you to your dorm right away

• even though he can’t talk at most times, he’ll always make sure that you know he’s concerned for your health and will be there for you.

• i feel like you guys both look out for each other sometimes, like you would always have cough medicine incase he doesn’t have any, and he would always make sure that you got enough of your quality sleep.

• sometimes he relates to you as you both have things in your life that affects your health drastically, so that makes your relationship with him a bit closer because of that.

yuta ->

• he was very scared when he first found out

• he’s a gentleman.

• he always makes sure you know the material properly in class and he goes over it with you to make sure that you understand whats going on.

• every time you go to sleep in random places he will find something soft for you to rest your head on, whether its his clothes or his belongings he wants your sleep to be comfortable.

• it doesn’t even matter to him, like it could be so cold that your eyelashes freeze and he’d still take off his jacket for you to sleep on.

• if you feel even slightly tired he will escort you to your dorm, he gets anxious that you wont feel good and will start feeling tired and unfocused.

• he always asks you if you need anything

• definitely got spare blankets during hangouts so he can cover you with it when you sleep, so you don’t feel cold while sleeping.

• whenever he’s at shops he always looks at the pillows and feels them if they are up to his standards of comfort, then if they meet those standards he will buy them for you.

• he would do everything for you if you’re limbs start feeling really weak, he’d always keep you in a comfortable position so it doesn’t make you ache after.

[hedonisticeiram]

Barty comes back from the party, he enters the dorm in a rush. His face is flushed and he’s heading for his bed before Regulus can call out to him.

Regulus POV: He can tell there’s something off. Normally Barty would stumble in with laughter Evan close behind. Regulus never understood why Barty chose him to fool around with. Evan’s beautiful all long limbs, high cheekbones and piercing eyes. He’s thought of it himself. He’s only mentioned it once to Barty. That led to Barty grabbing Regulus and pinning him to the bed telling him to never say that again. Never touch him. Never.

Barty POV: What the fuck!?? What is he playing at why would he kiss me!!? What a prick! What an arrogant asshole! He huffs and rolls around closing his curtains and throwing up a silencing charm. He can’t sleep like this. But he won’t. He can’t touch himself. Even though he’s so hard it’s painful for him to have pants on. Rolling on his back he sighs and breathes deep in and out. Till he can manage his thoughts. He hears Regulus sigh. Well there’s a thought..

Regulus POV: There’s a deep sense of rejection that he feels he knows it’s his parent’s fault. He knows it’s not him. He knows deep down he’s never good enough, never enough. Maybe Bartys got tired of playing around with him. He knew it would never be anything. But it was nice to feel wanted, needed, desired. How pathetic, black. He knows it’s not his voice he hears in his head. But it rings true in his heart nonetheless. He sighs and rolls over waiting for sleep that won’t come.

Barty POV: Evan. Fuck. Barty left without Evan. He quickly gets up swinging his legs over the side of the bed. As if his panic summons Evan he’s opening the door. Gives Barty a scathing look. Eyes narrowed, nostrils flared. Oh fuck he’s mad. Wonderful, this night is turning into one to remember. As quickly as the look is pointed at him it’s gone. Evan strolls over and pushes Barty back on the bed. Climbing over Bartys lap he brushes his problem lightly. It’s involuntary his hips buck trying to find pressure for some relief to the pressure he feels in his pants. He hisses and grabs Evan hips on reflex.

Evan POV: He fucking left me. He fought with Potter and I go to help and the fucker is kissing him!!? Kissing James Fucking Potter. The one person he hates! The one Regulus has had a deep seated crush on since he’s met the boy who stole his brother from him! The one that he kissed. Wait. What. Why does that matter? Regulus of course, he doesn’t love Barty fooling around with Regulus but if it’s anyone he rather it be him. He’s not going to unpack why that’s comforting vs James Fucking Potter. Ughhh. Fuck this. He walks back to his dorm. I’ll fucking end him. He’s going to explain this, now. He enters the room all fury and an ugly feeling he can’t place. But it’s making knots in his stomach and his chest aches. He opens the door looks at Barty. And he doesn’t register what he sees. He was mad but he can’t remember why he was so mad. Bartys sitting with his hands on either side of his legs like he’s about to get up. He looks at Evan relief passing over his face, fear flickering by, anxiety, sadness, guilt. All within seconds before everything is replaced with a wicked grin. Barty looks at Evan like he’s his favorite stuffie that he wants to smother or adore. Seek comfort or take his anger out on.Like he needs him, as if him being near him can make things easier, bearable. Before he can process what he’s doing. He’s walking over and pushing Barty back to climb over him to lay with him. They do that. When it’s too much and they can’t function they talk. It’s not like Regulus and Barty they are all tongue, teeth, twisted words and flesh. Want. This. Barty and Evan has always been need. Evan needs him to be ok, needs to be near, needs to exist next to Barty. It’s the only way he can breathe easier. His hand on Bartys chest pushing his down so he can climb over. He gets one leg over before he hears Barty hiss and buck against him. He stills, cheeks flushed and adrenaline coursing through him so hard his legs are about to shake any minute now. Bartys hands are so warm gripping his hips. It feels like he’s burning him. He breathes out slowly, scared to look down, too coward to move. He feels it now the heat radiating between his legs. He feels the twitch of his own body respond. Fuck. He’s gone and done it now. He doesn’t know if it’s been minutes or seconds. While his brain short circuits. He gathers himself ready to play it off and make a joke. He looks down and what he sees is so far from what expects he’s speechless.

Barty POV: He knew in his mind, he always knew. He never wanted to admit it. He knew he was killing time with Regulus, it was nothing serious. They would tell each other all the time it meant nothing. Just friends, exploring each other someone they trust without judgement. But NEVER Evan. Not him. Anyone but him. Evan knew him, better then he knew himself. Matched his crazy with soothing words or gave him enough room to let it run rampant pulling him back every time. On the rare occasion he let loose his own inhibition would leave him enamored. Always wanting, never touching, never tainting, never taking, not Evan. He struggles now hands on Evan’s hips caught between a literal rock and a hard place. His want caused by another clearly pushed against his every desire. He hears Evan breathe it sounds far away he looks up. He has to know. Even if it ruins everything he has to know. Evan’s beautiful. That’s all he can think. Fuck he’s goddamn gorgeous. Hair so blonde it’s almost white, a long lean body that he can easily wrap around Barty. He has on more then one occasion wrestling. Lips full and parted. But his eyes that’s what sends him. They are an impossible shade of blue that he’s never been able to describe to do it any justice. He could spend hours trying to and die happy. They are almost black now pupils blown wide, Evan looks down at him breathing shallow and fast like he’s just run a marathon. He leans down close enough that their body’s are flush. Bartys hands slide up Evan’s back locking him in place almost like a hug he’s not sure if he’s alone in this. Not ready to lose everything he’s guarded for so long he doesn’t move. It has to be Evan, it has to be his choice. He leans in Bartys breath stutters till he’s not breathing. He just waits holding his breath. Evan’s voice feels like warm silk he’s next to Bartys ear. His voice is low, deep, and inviting.

Evan POV: He doesn’t know how he got here but he’s here now. He wants to kiss Barty. Thoroughly snog him, make a mess of him, mark him in every way. His heart sings to claim him. Make him yours. Mine. Now, please.. instead he realizes the problem he’s just kissed James. He actively fools around with Reggie. He knows it means nothing but he could never hurt Regulus. Not even if it means taking Barty. He could never take anything from Regulus. Everything he’s ever wanted has been taken from him he would never be that person to him. He’s so angry, aroused, upset, but completely at home in this infuriating man’s arms. He has to salvage this and pull back. He can’t do this.

Barty POV: He feels Evan’s laugh before he hears it bubbling up and his breath hits his ear, warm. It feels like the side of his face is on fire. He feels the blush that’s surely there to see. Hot creeping in his face running down his neck and chest. He prays it’s dark enough to not see. He feels like he’s been flayed open, bare, vulnerable. Evan’s next move makes him regret everything he’s done up until now. He thought he wanted his father’s approval. He thought that’s what mattered most. He thought his disappointment was the only thing that could hurt him. Rosier proves him wrong with a few sentences that burn into his mind at lightning speed.

Evan POV: You think you can have anything you want? You just take what’s not yours and don’t worry about the consequences. What about Regulus? I saw you kiss him. He fully lays and presses himself into Bartys body covering him. Dropping his full weight into it. It’s so comforting nothing has ever felt more right. Barty sighs and wraps his arms locked around Evan’s waist. Trying to pull him closer, leaning closer to Evan’s mouth. Tell Regulus tomorrow or I will. He feels Barty stiffen. He goes to turn his head away from him. Evan grabs his face with one hand. Turns his head to look him in the eyes. His gaze flickers to his lips briefly. Barty looks like he’s in pain but he’s always been a bit of masochist. Their eyes meet. Both blown wide, is this what an eclipse is? Two planets that burn so bright when they stand in front of each other nothing else exist. Don’t ever try to get off with me when you’re thinking of someone else. That’s cruel even for you Barty. He smiles his biggest smile of satisfaction. Lifts himself up and removes himself all together. He leaves Barty there breathless and a mess. Just not the one he wanted to make. It’s for the best..

[twstgarden]

❀ ❝ 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 ❞ ; 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

━ lilia vanrouge x gn! reader ━ he's lived a long life and faced many experiences, but maybe this time, he'll find himself yearning to experience this long-lost feeling once more. (f/n means first name)

this work may contain spoilers for chapter 7, diasomnia’s arc.

do not steal or translate without my permission.

lilia has lived for about 700 years. 700 years is a lot as it brought him several experiences and knowledge that are all unique to him. not to mention, raising kids was one of the things he never expected to do, and yet he already had.

and having you by his side was something he never expected in his 700-year lifespan as well. at first, he thinks you're a total sweetheart, going out of your way to help him and accompany him any time so he won't feel lonely.

until those thoughts are buried deep into his mind and his feelings have developed from familial and platonic to something a little more... like a memory he has long forgotten yet remembered once more.

it has been so long since he felt butterflies or felt the drive in his heart to see you every day, and every single time he feels his heart thumping in his chest at the sight of you, he reminds himself that he shouldn't.

the last time he loved someone, he lost them, and he could not risk repeating the same act with you only to eventually lose you in the end.

but maybe this time, he'll try to take the risk.

© twstgarden 2024 || please do not steal, translate without my permission, or use this to train a.i.

[triptychofvoids]

i know you say youre not a rp acc and not kin, but i wanted to ask, your art of medic, are you depicting yourself? should i refer to medic in your art as you? example "i love how you drew yourself in this"? idkk i dont wanna poke around but i wanted to be sure im referring to you correctly??

this is a good question, just one that im not sure i will ever be able to give a satisfying answer to. i did answer something similar here that im definitely not an rp account but im neutral on kinning, because the term seems so broad that i cant say for certain if thats whats going on. maybe! or maybe not! hmm and then my art of medic.. yes it is depicting myself. but i also recognize that medic is a fictional character, so it doesnt bother me if people refer to medic as medic! im just drawing him, it doesnt have to be more complicated than that. if that makes sense. its all one in the same to me so it doesnt matter and you dont have to worry about it :]€

[alchemiclee]

every time someone dislikes a character I consider autistic because they seem highly autistic coded, especially if it's "for no reason/just a feeling" I get so incredibly sad and offended because I just know it's because they have autistic traits. I know these people would do the same to me and other irl autistic people. and that's always such a shitty reason to dislike/hate someone.

I just know they would hate us autistic for "no reason" and it would be because people for some reason dislike autistic people based on some obscure random feeling and they can't even tell you why. they often see us as "broken neurotypicals" or we give them that "uncanny valley robot" feeling (especially for high masking autistic people) or whatever it is. they often think we appear "normal" in every way, except something is "off" to them, they they dislike and bully us for it. it's not our fault we were born with these traits/disability so it's not fair to hate us for it!

at least that's how it always seems to go for me and everyone autistic person i've personally know. especially ones better at masking. (I personally was never good at masking and was seen as a "weird freak" who deserves bullying no matter what I did, especially since i was unable to talk 95% of the time as a kid) the mask still never truly hides that "off feeling" people get. i'm sure other autistic people experience this too, but people always dislike me or even hate me and usually can't ever seem to give me a reason. friends will suddenly turn on me and not give me a reason. (especially if we always had text based communication online and then we meet irl the first time. they suddenly turn on or abandon me after that). if I can get a reason out of someone, it's always because *insert random autistic trait here* so I assume it's the same with every case

if this happens irl, it has to be the same for fictional characters, right? it's the only explanation I can think of. I see stuff like this all the time. the autistic coded characters are always getting hate for seemingly no reason like this:

meanwhile, the autistic coded characters always become my favorites because I understand them better and relate

[kuh-boose]

not sure how exactly to describe it but it's really upsetting to see autism become...like a popular? disorder. it's good that people are getting diagnoses that may help them, but it also means they say they do something that's completely unrelated to the disorder and people who just want to feel special/included jump on it. this all to say I think it is possible I'm autistic, but a lot of the experiences described just seem too common? things that I would consider perfectly normal, that if I were to describe it to just about anyone they'd say they relate and people are claiming they're autistic experiences. it's making it very confusing. am I autistic or just being an asshole who wants to be part of a group?

[dmclemblems]

man, imagine just... letting people have their own opinions of gw and not making fun of people who did or didn’t enjoy it.

people in this fandom are so aggressive.

you can talk about your opinions and even hate or love as strongly as the human heart allows! just... don’t say things like “people are stupid for thinking xyz”. you do realize you may have mutuals or even friends following you that see that and are now apprehensive to talk to you, especially about this game, right? that you might be offending your own friends and acquaintances with insulting terminology and you don’t know a friend feels that way because they’re too anxious to even tell you now because you’ve made it clear that you think everyone with xyz opinion is some insulting and hurting term?

it’s one thing to say things like “this is the best/worst route between both games and I love/hate it more than anything”. it’s another to say something like “everyone who loves/hates gw is an absolute retard who didn’t understand claude’s character in houses in the first place if they loved/hated gw”.

no, I’m not quoting anyone specifically, but I’m trying to iterate to you an example of the sorts of things I’m seeing people saying as if under the assumption that every single person in their space agrees with them and that they’re not risking hurting someone with their words.

yeah, you can hate the route or love the route with every fiber of your being. I’m just personally not sure that’s worth being hateful toward every single other human being who has the opposite opinion as you, or worth making people apprehensive about checking their social media every day because they follow people who are very likely to insult entire groups of people based on their likes/dislike in a fictional universe.

like, yeah, I didn’t enjoy the second half of gw... but you know what’s cool? I’m still close friends with someone who liked it and feels the opposite way that I do about the writing and about claude.

[nanaslutt]

the best teacher

ʚ synopsis: Nanami finds out you've never had an orgasm and he's determiend to show you exactly how to do it

ʚ pairing: Kento Nanami x reader

ʚ cont: fem reader, established relationship, inexperienced reader, he talks you through it, fingering, clit play, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, masturbation, protected sex, prone bone, rough sex, big dick Nanami, fluff

ʚ note: congrats @l0rdgeosupport3rr on winning my spur of the moment fic giveaway, i hope u enjoy <3

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI (18+)

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"Are you nervous?" Nanami asked, his deep voice right against your ear seeping into your head and making your brain turn to mush. His hands dragging from your thighs to caressing your torso was quite distracting as he sat behind you, your back against his hard chest. You could feel his excitement poking you in your lower back, making you wonder how much he was holding back right now.

You had confessed to your boyfriend Nanami when a makeout session got a little hot and heavy, that you had actually never touched yourself. Well, not successfully anyway. It took everything in you not to cower away when he sat you down in front of him and made you explain exactly what you were having trouble with. You confessed you wanted to take things further with him, but you were nervous. Every time you touched yourself, you would bring yourself right up to the edge, but you could never manage to push yourself over the ledge and feel that bliss everyone always talked about. 

Nanami, the ever-loving boyfriend he was, generously offered to help you out. Nanami hadn't had many partners before you, but he did read romantic and erotic books in his free time and maybe went a little above and beyond in biology class when the topic of discussion was women's bodies. Kento never wanted to make anyone uncomfortable with his actions if he were ever to be intimate with someone, so he studied like hell to make sure that never happened. 

"Don't be nervous, sweetheart. I'm gonna walk you through it okay? Just leave everything to me, all you gotta do is relax and pay attention." Nanami whispered against your ear, his reassuring words making your body relax and melt against his. "Good girl." He praised when he felt your shoulders go slack against him. Nanami continued to rub his hands up and down your soft thighs, one hand caressed your stomach and hips and the other crept up your skin to squeeze your breast through your bra, making you bite back a moan on instinct.

Nanami noticed you holding back your sounds, and dragged his other hand to massage both breasts now, squishing them together and kneading them in his large palms. You rolled your head to the side and tucked your face in Nanami's neck, pressing your thighs together as the stimulation sent jolts of your head to the bundle of nerves between your thighs. 

"You don't have to hold back your voice with me. You can be as loud as you want, just let it out. I know it feels good." Nanami praised, crossing his hands over your chest and sliding his right hand under the cup of your left breast, and his left hand under your right one. Nanami felt his cock twitch when you released little gasps and moans into his neck, your breath tickling his skin. 

He resisted the urge to fuck his hips against your ass, not wanting you to think he was trying to rush you. The older man found your hardened buds under your bra and pinched them softly, rubbing and twirling them with his fingers. Both of your hands shot up to grab his thick wrists for comfort as you squirmed against him, rubbing your thighs together to bring yourself some relief. 

"Does that feel good, honey?" Nanami asked, looking down at you from under his lashes. He couldn't see your face, as you were still hiding it in the crook of his neck, but your noises and the way you nodded rapidly agaisnt him were good enough. "Does your cunt ache?" Nanami asked, licking his lips as he watched you hump against your thighs. "Mhm." You responded, your body jolting and shaking against his as he rubbed your nipples expertly with his large fingers. 

"Good, you should always warm your body up first before you touch yourself. Don't rush, get excited. Wait until you can feel yourself dripping." Nanami instructed, his vulgar words making you want to shy away from him even more. "I need to know you're listening. Do you understand?" He asked, pausing his ministrations until you gave him a proper answer so he knew his teachings would not be in vain. 

"Yes." You whispered against him, making Nanami crack an almost unnoticeable smile at your bashfulness. "I'm gonna rub your pussy over your panties now," Nanami warned you, waiting for a nod of understanding before he pulled one of his hands out from your bra and started dragging it down your body. He flipped his hand and just barely ghosted his fingertips down your body, dragging them down your skin as he made his way to your thighs, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

Little gasps and choked breaths from you made him pull his bottom lip between his teeth as he tried to restrain himself. "Part your legs for me, please," Nanami asked sweetly, waiting until your legs were spread before he hooked his legs over yours, making it so that if the stimulation got too much, you couldn't snap your legs on his hand while he got you off. "H-haah.." Your breathing seemed so loud in the now suddenly quiet room and Nanami did the same motion he did down your body, just teasing his fingers over your knees and down to your sensitive inner thighs.

"Kento..." You whined breathlessly, rocking your hips into the air out of impatience. Nanami's resolve faltered for a moment when your ass started grinding back on his cock, giving him the perfect stimulation. His eyes rolled back in his head as he lost himself for a moment, relishing in the pleasure. "You want me to touch your pussy?" He teased, his voice deeper and more aroused sounding than before as his lips tickled over your ear. 

You slightly leaned your head away from him, exposing a bit of your neck and the side of your face to his lips. Kento pressed a featherlight kiss to your ear, making goosebumps raise over your arms before he spread his fingers like a V and teased them around your cunt. He let out a sigh with you, his cock twitching when your hands squeezed his wrist that held your tit tighter.

"Please Ken, I need it." You begged, spreading your legs further to emphasize your words. You couldn't take your eyes off his hand that teased over your pussy, not yet touching you where you needed him the most. Kento massaged your breast in circles, using the fat to calm himself down when he felt a bead of pre-cum leak from his aching dick into his boxers. 

"Is this what you need?" He whispered sensually against the shell of your ear as he pressed his thick middle finger along the center of your pussy, dragging it against your clit, down to your needy hole, which had now soaked your panties with your juices. You let out a gasp and tipped your head back against his shoulder, exposing your neck as your eyes fell shut in bliss. 

"This spot here is important," Nanami spoke between kisses against your throat, his eyes half closed in bliss. He tapped his thick middle finger against your clit, before he pressed down on it and started rubbing it in circles. "Oh fuck-" You gaped, your chest inflating as you sucked a deep breath into your lungs. "You need to touch your clit like this if you want to cum." Nanami instructed, making sure you were nodding after every sentence he spoke.

"Uh-huh, u-u-huh." You moaned, nodding dumbly as you relished in the feeling of Kento touching you through your panties, your greedy hole clenching around nothing at his touch. "How do you touch yourself? You said you have trouble finishing, are you touching your clit like this?" Nanami asked, making your face rush with blood. Your cheeks felt hot as you opened your eyes and looked between your legs. Nanami watched you watch him from the corner of his eye, waiting for you to speak. 

"Y-yeah." You tried to speak, your voice coming out breathier and more stuttered than you thought it would. "It gets really i-intense the closer I get to..." You trailed off, darting your eyes to the side of the room. Nanami raised his eyebrows and rubbed his fingers faster over your clothed clit, his cock throbbing when your voice hitched and your moans raised in volume. "You can say it. It gets intense before you orgasm, right? That's why you can't finish, your body goes rigid, doesn't it?" Nanami said, hitting the nail right on the head. 

You nodded at his words, taking a moment to greedily take air into your lungs when Nanami ceased his rubbing and nonchalantly started sliding his fingers underneath your panties. "Y-yeah, f-fuuuck." You began to speak again when your words were cut short as Nanami started rubbing his bare fingers against your hot, wet clit. It felt ten thousand times better than him teasing you through your panties.

"It feels so much better after teasing yourself right? Your body is worked up and ready for more, it's aching for it. You nodded, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you whined into the room, your moans echoing off the walls. You were unable to stop your hips from jerking into his hand when he started rubbing your clit with two fingers more rapidly.

"I-its you," You gasped, your nails digging into his thick wrist that held your tit. Nanami cocked his head in confusion, waiting for you to elaborate. "Y-you, it feels good b-because it's you," Nanami swears at that moment his brain short circuits as he fights every neuron in his body to not send signals to his dick to cream his pants right now. "You really..." Nanami trails off as he slides his hand out from your bra and grabs your neck, tipping your head to look up at him.

His lips collide with yours in a passionate, needy kiss. His lips move quickly, wasting no time before his tongue was mingling with your own, making your already needy pussy throb for more. "Gonna put my fingers in." He moaned between kisses, his eyebrows furrowing when your humping got more needy, and your ass rubbed his cock just right from behind. 

Your lips separated from his own with a gasp as he slid a finger down to your tight, sopping entrance and pressed it in. Both of you moaned in tandem when he slowly slid his finger in till the base of his finger was pressed against your entrance. "I'm gonna need you to put what you learned to use for me sweetheart, can you do that?" Kento asked, releasing the hold he had on your neck, settling just to rest his hand on your throat. You nodded at him, feeling yourself pulse and squeeze around his thick finger that stayed still inside you.

"Go ahead and rub your clit for me, small circles, just like I did." He instructed. You reached your shaky hand into your panties with his own and found your clit which was already wet with your juices from Nanami's previous touches. "Good girl." Nanami praised you as you followed his instructions. The second you started moving, Nanami did do. "A-ahhh-" Moan after moan fell from your lips when Nanami started curling his finger inside you and thrusting at the same time, sending intense shocks all throughout your body.

"This is your g-spot, some people can cum just from touching this spot here, but most of them need clitoral stimulation as well," Nanami said. You did your best to nod along with his words and listen in general, but the stimulation was so intense, it was making your head spin. "Ah ah, keep moving your finger." Kento tsked, slowing down his own when he saw how lazy and slow your fingers got while rubbing against your clit. It wasn't your fault he was making your body go slack. 

"We have plenty of time to figure out if you can cum just from penetration another day." Nanami voices, pressing his soft lips against your cheek in a kiss. "Right now I'm focused on bringing you to orgasm." The way in which Nanami so causally talked about these things made you dizzy. Sex and things of the like were usually taboo and embarrassing to talk about, but not to Nanami, and he was determined to make you feel the same way about it.

"I'm gonna add another finger okay?" Kento asked, slowing down his thrusting inside you. "Yeah, uh-huh." You responded, half listening to his words. Nanami smiled to himself as he watched your eyes fall shut, your finger now rapidly rubbing circles against your clit shamelessly as you lost yourself in the pleasure. Nanami pulled the first finger out and slowly reinserted it with a second one. He spread his fingers a bit as he slid them inside your warm walls, trying to stretch you out so you were able to take something bigger later on.

You winced in discomfort when he scissored his fingers inside you, but that discomfort soon diminished when he curled his fingers against that same spongey spot against your walls, making you see stars behind your eyes. "H-harder, Ken fuck me harder." The man behind you was unable to suppress the groan that slipped between his lips from your shameless words, his hips canting against your ass, rubbing his cock against the inside of his boxers at your shameless words. 

"For a virgin, you're surprisingly needy. You sure you haven't done this before? Did you just want me to baby you?" Kento teased, picking up the pace of his fingers as he spoke. Moan after wonton moan spilled from your lips, your body thrashing and jolting against his as the pleasure from your g-spot and clit combined to form a ball inside your stomach. "N-no, I haven't I- promise." You stuttered out, gasps and whines cutting you off as you got closer and closer to the edge. 

"I'm teasing, sweetheart. You are close though aren't you?" He asked, noticing how your pussy clenched around his fingers more frequently. "You gonna cum for me? Gonna orgasm all over my fingers?" Nanami groaned, the squelching from your sopping cunt going straight to his neglected dick. "F-fuck yes, I- I think so y-yes." You cried, thrashing your head from side to side agaisnt his chest.

Your hand that still held his hand against your throat squeezed tightly. He noticed your fingers slow down on your clit at the same time, a telltale sign that you were close. Nanami had a feeling you needed both clitoral stimulation and penetration to get you to reach your high, and he was determined to make you finish. "Doing so well my love, keep rubbing your clit, you can't stop, okay? I know you can do it, almost there." Nanami's reassuring words helped you focus on putting all your strength into your finger that rubbed back and forth agaisnt your clit.

Suddenly, your chin was being pushed up and Nanami's lips connected with yours in a sloppy kiss once more. Kento groaned into your mouth at the feeling of your pussy constricting his fingers. His wrist started to ache from curling his fingers against your tight walls so repetitively, but he knew if he stopped, you wouldn't cum. Your desperate whines and moans against his lips aided in fueling his tired wrist to continue on and finish you off.

"Kento- I'm- I'm cumming-" You whined high pitched against his lips, your legs shaking as they fought to push against his own that held yours open. It was getting harder and harder to kiss him back as your body went ridged, your mouth opening in a wide O, and your eyes rolling back in your head. "That's it, right there, yeah-" Nanami's own jaw dropped and he watched with awe as your body convulsed with pleasure.

He moaned with you as if he was cumming himself, his body curling forward with yours as you came, your legs shaking and cunt trambling around his fingers. Your own hand had stopped rubbing your clit, just resting against it as you came, no longer having the strength to touch yourself as you orgasm for the first time. Nanami continued curling his fingers against your g-spot until the spasms had stopped and you slapped his wrist with your hand, letting him know it was getting to be too intense. 

"Fuck- fuck-" You gasped, your body stayed curled over yourself as Nanami leaned back, separating his chest from your back. The sound of a zipper followed by rustling, then skin rubbing on skin brought you down from your high completely. When you tried to turn around, Nanami pushed your upper back down again, forcing you to stay bent over like you were. You could hear his heavy breathing and gasps from behind you. You knew exactly what he was doing. 

Leaning forward, you placed your hands on the bed in front of you and spun around, sitting on your knees between Nanami's thighs. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you did so well." Nanami praised, looking into your eyes as he stroked himself off. Your eyes trailed down to his thick cock, and you gasped in awe at the size of his cock and how wet and flushed it was. He must've been really holding back. 

Nanami's large hand caressing the side of your face brought your attention back to his eyes, away from the mess that was between his legs. "Don't worry, I'm almost done. Just couldn't take it anymore." Nanami rushed through his words, obviously drunk off your orgasm. Your heart was racing out of your chest. You wanted to help him but you had no idea how to. It seemed unfair for you to get off with his help and not give him the same treatment in return.

A moment of confidence washed over you, and you reached out to grab his wrist, stopping him from touching himself. "Sweetheart really, I'm almost there, it's oka-" "Use my pussy." Your words hit Nanami like a freight train. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He squeezed the base of his cock tightly to prevent himself from busting a nut all over himself right then in there from your words alone. 

"What?" Nanami asked, his eyebrows furrowing together. "You can fuck me." You said again, nodding at him. "You... you stretched me out, right? I can take it." Nanami swallowed hard and pulled his lip between his teeth, his head knocking back against the pillows for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. He didn't want to pressure you into doing something you weren't ready for, although you seemed to really want it. 

Nanami released his cock and cradled your face with both hands, making you look into his eyes. "Are you sure?" He asked, summiting to the idea surprisingly quickly, you were expecting a little more pushback. "I'm sure." You nodded, placing your hands over his own that held your face. Nanami's cock twitched, bobbing heavily between his legs in the open air, hastily pulled out from his boxers and pants. "Then... please lay flat on the bed with your stomach against the sheets.

Your heart raced as you listened to Nanami rip the condom package open behind you. The pillow he stuffed under your hips before you laid down was putting a nice pressure on your pelvis, making you squirm in anticipation. A large hand pressing into the sheets by your head brought you back to reality. You saw the shadow of Nanami's much larger figure behind yours as he hovered over your body, stroking his cock over your ass.

"Keep your thighs together, you can even cross your ankles over one another, I read that feels good for some women." You felt like cumming already. Nanami's show of intelligence about the female body made you want to scream, but you settled on nodding, wrapping your arms around the pillow under your head for support as you let out a noise of understanding. 

"If it becomes too much or you need to stop at any point, let me know," Nanami instructed, waiting until he heard a verbal answer from you before he readied himself. Nanami took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes, reminding himself not to get carried away or be too hard with you. "Okay, relax for me," Nanami instructed. His large hand gripped your thigh to pull your ass to the side so he could get a better view of your pussy from the back as he prepared himself to put it in. 

"Nanami, I can take it. I'm not going to break." You whispered into the pillow, words Nanami made sure not to miss. You closed your eyes when you felt Nanami's chest tickle against your back. A kiss was pressed against your temple, making you shut your eyes as the kiss was lasting. "Thank you, sweetheart. You always take such good care of me." Nanami whispered into your ear as he rubbed his cock agaisnt your hole.

You felt a heat rush over your skin at the feeling of his hard cock touching your cunt. It felt weird, hot, hotter than you imagined. Nanami gripped his cock hard at the base and pressed his fat tip against your hole, thrusting his hips forward against your ass slowly as he inserted his cock inside you. The two of you gasped in tandem when his tip penetrated your walls and his cock split you open.

Nanami watched as your eyes rolled back in your head, your pussy clenching and squeezing mercilessly around him. "Please, r-relax your cunt honey, I can't get inside you if you're like this," Nanami begged, feeling his orgasm build up inside himself already. It had been a while since he last got laid... a long while, he knew he wasn't going to last long, but neither were you, so it would work out perfectly. 

"It's not me- y-you're so big." You whined, trying to relax your cunt around him but it didn't seem to do anything at all. Nanami bit his lip at your words and dropped his chin to look at where the two of you were connected, his cock throbbing against your walls at the sight of your tiny cunt sucking him in perfectly. "Yeah? My cock is big?" Nanami teased, his voice deep and raspy as he fully pressed his hips flush against your ass, smiling to himself when you tried to scoot your body up on the bed, trying to escape how deep he was inside you.

"Y-yeah, fuck-" You whined, crossing your ankles over one another. Your clit was being stimulated between your thighs, bringing you the perfect relief as Kento slowly thrust his cock in and out of you. "Can you feel how deep it is inside you?" He asked, emphasizing his words with a mean, hard thrust, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. The way you were squeezing your thighs together made the stimulation and pleasure on his end ten times more intense, as each time he pulled out, his cock was still being squeezed by your ass and thighs pressed together. 

"'S so deep-" You whined, your eyes rolling back in your head. Nanami's resolve snapped at that moment. You sounded so fucked out and horny, he was unable to stop [ his hips from moving into yours. He quickly found a pace as he thrust his cock inside you, your pussy squelching with every thrust. Each time he fucked his cock inside your walls, it felt like your intestines had to expand to make room for his girth, but it was all rewarded each time he rammed his hard cockhead into your sweet spot so deep inside you.

"Oh god, right there!" You cried, your body jolting when Kento angled his hips in a way that allowed him to slap his cock into the most sensitive part of you with each thrust. Nanami placed his other hand by your head, allowing him more momentum to fuck into you as he was in a steadier position. "Yeah, right here? Is this your sweet spot?" Nanami cooed, feeling his balls throb with the need to fill you up with each thrust.

You nodded dumbly, drool dribbling out of your mouth and onto the pillow from how lax your mouth was. Nanami wanted to kiss you so bad, but he didnt want to move too much and jeopardize the position he was in right now, as he was fucking into you just right. "Do you need me to play with your clit?" Nanami offered, feeling his orgasm creep up on him faster than he expected, even though he knew he wasn't going to last.

"N-no, I'm gonna f-finish like this." You cried, tensing your pelvis and abs as you felt your own high grow closer and closer. Nanami nodded at your words, his eyes darting between your ass that ripped with each thrust and your eyes that rolled back in your head each time he pounded you. Nanami brought his hips back enough to where his cock was almost completely pulled out of you, just his tip remaining inside your walls before he slammed his hips agaisnt your ass, shoving his entire length inside your cunt.

You were unable to speak as your high washed over you unexpectedly like a freight train. Your entire body went tense, and your cunt squeezed impossibly tighter around Nanami's cock like a vice, making him stutter in his thrusts as you came all over his cock. "Oh god-" Nanami groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head and his head dangling limply in front of him as your pussy pulsed rhythmically around him. 

"I'm cumming, c-cumming-" Nanami did his best to warn you before he finished, but his orgasm caught him off guard much like your own, so he was only able to groan out a small warning before wonton groans and moans were spilling from his lips and his cock shot hot ropes of his seed into the condom. Nanami's body jerked and his abs clenched as he came, hard.

His hips stilled against your own, just twitching and jerking as he came inside you. You could feel his cock kick and throb as he filled up the condom, the warmth from his seed burning your walls and warming you up from the inside out. Kento hissed as he pulled out of your tight cunt, apologizing when you made a sound of discomfort as well. You forced your tired body to roll over to the side to look at Nanami.

The man looked disheveled and exhausted. A deep blush spread across his face and down under the V of his collared shirt, his hair was ruffled and his forehead was dripping with sweat. He looked so focused as he slid the used condom off his softening cock, letting the heavy appendage fall against his thigh as he tied it in a knot and placed it on the edge of the bed for himself to throw away later. 

He found your eyes once he was finished, a smile gracing his features as he tucked his cock back in his boxers and crawled over to you, wrapping you in his embrace. He rested his head on your chest as you cradled his head with your arms, your legs wrapping around his torso. "You did so well for me, made me feel so good sweetheart, I'm so proud of you." 

You nuzzled your head against Kento's, feeling your heart swell. "Thank you for trusting me." You said, referring to when you told him you were ready and you could take it. Kento lifted his head and leaned forward to press a kiss against your lips. "Of course my love." He responded. "I need to clean you up soon, but I understand if you need a minute to recover," Nanami said, laying his head back down on your chest.

Although he felt sleepy, he knew he had to fully take care of you first before he let himself drift off. You just lost your virginity and just had an orgasm, you were bound to be a little emotional and more fragile right now. "A few more minutes." You replied, feeling your body melt under the comforting weight of him. You felt so loved and protected as he laid on top of you, pressing kisses to your chest and collarbones.

[nereidprinc3ss]

do you believe me now?

in which fem!reader is insecure around spencer until she finally asks him to take matters into his own hands (literally)

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18+ (smut) warnings/tags: inexperienced reader, fingering, softdom!spencer my sweet sweet beloved angel, sub reader, praise, you know he talks you through it, brief mention of drinking wine, i think that's it a/n: i hope u guys like this ! slightly different dynamic than my other stuff maybe but let me know what u think!! i love feedback and i love YOU!!!

“You’re so pretty.”

It’s the first thing Spencer has said since you two landed on his couch, exhausted from one of Rossi’s extravagant soirées. It was your first of many, if Spencer’s entire team is to be believed. More nights featuring Italian food and wine you could never afford don’t sound half bad—but for now you’re drained. You barely had the energy to kick off your heels and topple into Spencer’s lap five minutes ago. The silk dress still pools over his knees and your hair still falls in curls around your face. He brushes one aside as he continues. 

“I mean—you always look beautiful. But I’ve never seen you all done up. You’re obscenely gorgeous.”

You groan awkwardly, burying your face in Spencer’s collar as your face heats. Taking compliments has never been your strong suit, especially from someone who you perceive to be so out of your league. The relationship you have with Spencer is relatively new, and sometimes you worry delicate; like one slip-up revealing the real you and he’ll go running. So far, though, he seems hellbent on proving you wrong. 

His hand finds the bare skin of your arm, passing up and down gently. “Why don’t you believe me?”

“…I do.”

It’s unconvincing. Spencer scoffs. 

“No, you don’t. You never believe me when I compliment you.”

The cadence of his voice is light enough, but it’s evident that there’s some genuine frustration there, lurking just under the surface. 

Your head lolls over his shoulder and he angles his neck to look down at you. Hair falls over his eyes, and you’d fix it if he didn’t look so damn perfect. Everything about him looks intentional, like he was designed by someone who took great pride in their work. Not at all like you—a collage of features and spare parts you guess whatever force created you had lying around. Nothing about you feels on purpose. But that’s a hard thing to explain.

“I’m sorry. I know it’s impolite. It just feels disingenuous to accept compliments like that.”

Goosebumps arise on your arm where he touches you.

“You being polite isn’t what I’m concerned about. I just wish I could make you understand that I mean it when I compliment you. You’d know if I didn’t. I’m a terrible liar.”

That earns a giggle from you. Your boyfriend smiles, sparkling eyes darting over your face like he’s trying to bottle the sound, the memory—and you realize he probably is. What a terrifying thought. You look away, abashed once more. 

“I’m a woman, Spencer. I’m not allowed to like myself. That’s the whole thing with Eve and the snake and the apple and whatever. Eternal inescapable shame.”

“Are you trying to justify your self-loathing by making it biblical? You know I’m the last person that would work on, right? Both as an agnostic-leaning-athiest and someone who thinks you’re beautiful and wonderful.”

Another groan claws its way from your throat as you slide down in embarrassment. 

“You’re killing me here, Spencer.”

“What can I do to do to make you believe me?” he murmurs, carefully brushing tangles from your hair as you now rest practically prone across his lap. The ceiling light stretches behind him, haloing him in a soft glowing crown and making everything a bit more hazy and tolerable. 

“It’s not your fight.” It’s meant to be playfully dramatic, but it hangs from your lips with a painful amount of earnestness. 

“If it’s yours, it’s mine. That’s kind of the whole point of a relationship, right? Being a team?”

His fingers are nimble and warm between yours as you interlace them, steepling and bumping them together as you speak. 

“Well, if you know so much, why are you asking me? It sounds like you know exactly what to do to make me magically love myself.”

A dangerous twitch plays at the corner of his lips as he gazes sleepily down at you. 

“Oh, I have a few ideas. But I’m asking what you’d be comfortable with.”

“Whoa!” you blurt, giggling self-consciously, covering your face with your (and inadvertently one of his) hands. “Where did that come from?”

He smiles at your response to his mildly suggestive comment. “I lose my filter when I'm tired. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” 

You sigh gustily, dragging his hand down to fall over your collarbones. His fingers twitch over the delicate skin, like he’d graze it if your hand wasn’t weighing his down. 

“No, no, you didn’t make me uncomfortable, you just… surprised me. I’m really bad at talking about this kind of thing.”

“Sex?”

You yelp, slinging your arm over your face and hiding in the crook of your elbow. “AH! Don’t say it!” 

He laughs again, a little less reserved this time. 

“What? You can’t even listen to me say the word?”

“No! Too scary!”

Eventually you peek out from under your arm to find Spencer still watching you. The humor has faded from his eyes and been replaced by a kind of serene calm. He brushes a lock of hair from your shoulder. 

“Come here,” he says—a request more than a demand. With some wriggling and a bit of help, you manage to reorient yourself into a sitting position across his lap once more. His touch is warm even through the fabric of your dress when he kisses you, hand sliding over your waist before moving to trace your jaw and ending up on the back of your neck, urging you closer ever so slightly. You kiss him back without hesitation or restraint, as you delight in doing when he gives you the opportunity. What you may lack in experience and refinement, you make up for with affection and enthusiasm. He pulls away after a minute, much to your dismay, and brushes his thumb over your lips. For the first time, you think you see a hint of worry in his eyes. Guilt claws at your heart when he quietly asks, “you’re not scared of me, are you?”

“No!” You assure quickly, looping your arms around his neck. “No, it’s not you. You’re perfect and I’m sure you really mean all of the nice things you say. But I just… sometimes I worry I’ll scare you away once you realize I’m not as pretty or… good as you thought.”

“That’s impossible.”

Once more you let your head fall onto his shoulder. “You don’t know that.” 

His hand begins running up and down your back, soothing your sympathetic nervous system in a way that all the deep breaths in the world never could. 

“I know that I really, really like you. And there’s not one part of you that I don’t find genuinely beautiful. I can’t imagine not feeling that way about you.” Your eyes flutter shut and you hum against him—a non-answer, but he doesn’t push it. Minutes go by quietly, ticking later into the night as he continues mindlessly rubbing your back and watching you breathe. “Do you want me to take you home?” He finally asks after a long while. Again, you don’t respond. He smiles. “I know you’re awake.”

The corner of your lip twitches as you attempt to suppress a grin. Spencer sighs. 

“I guess if you’re already asleep you’ll just have to stay here. But it would be convenient if you’d sleepwalk to my bed so that I don’t have to carry you.”

When you begin stirring and sitting up (one eye cracked to navigate) he laughs, hands on your waist. “Would you look at that. Who knew she would be so suggestible in non-REM?” You snort as you push yourself to a standing position using Spencer’s shoulders to support yourself, and ruining the whole act. He smiles up at you like you’re something divine and lets his hands trail over your hips. 

“I sleep with my eyes open.”

“Do you often have coherent conversations in your sleep, too?”

You shrug. “I’m full of surprises.”

“I’m sure you are,” he agrees, finally standing himself. “I’m assuming you don’t want to sleep in your dress?”

“I have shorts on underneath I can wear, but a shirt would be helpful.”

“Then we’ll get you a shirt.”

———————————————

Ten minutes later you’re in Spencer’s bathroom, wearing your shorts and one of his sweatshirts (you cannot imagine Spencer in a hoodie), and wiping black sludge from your eyes with makeup remover he claims was left by a friend after a particularly festive Halloween party. Hopefully he’s telling the truth—you can think of more dubious potential origins of the eye-makeup remover in his bathroom. No toothbrush—you use your finger and a generous amount of toothpaste until the red wine stains fade. 

Spencer is fixing the pillows when you exit the bathroom. You hold up your hands which are completely obscured and then some by the thick fabric of his sweatshirt. 

“Fits like a dream,” you say. A smile tugs at his lips as he finishes his task, before raising his eyes to you. The smile promptly fades and it’s like the sun disappearing behind an oppressive gray cloud. In an instant your stomach curdles and you feel like crawling out of your skin. 

“…what?” you mumble, absolutely terrified that the thing he’d said was impossible just minutes ago has already happened. Without makeup, without a fancy dress, you’re just you, and maybe that’s not good enough.

“Uh…” He blinks, as if he’s buffering for a moment, before snapping back into action, and notably looking away from you. “It’s—it’s nothing. Do you, um—here, I tried to make it—“

“Stop. Just tell me what that was. You got all weird.”

Another pause—he looks back up at you reluctantly with a sigh. 

“I did not get all weird.”

“Yes, you did. You’re still being weird. It’s freaking me out.”

He’s utterly unreadable, which drives you fucking insane, when he eventually says, “come here.” This time, you think with a chill as you shuffle on your knees across the bed to sit in front of him, it really sounds like a demand. Spencer grabs your face in his hands, studying you intently. “I know you think I’ve finally decided you’re hideously deformed, but it’s actually just the opposite. I’m trying to figure out how to keep things polite for you.”

Realization dawns on you and the swarm of new butterflies in your stomach. The usual molten gold of his irises has been encroached upon, masked by blown pupils. Your face gets hot and your voice caves when you speak. 

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” he agrees quietly. “Do you believe me now?”

And to his credit, you really do. The hot skin, the vibrating cells in every fiber of your being, the racing heart—your body knows he means it. Part of you, the more confident, more desirous part, drags you closer to him, ghosts your lips over his. He chuckles. 

“Now you’re getting brave?”

“Am I not allowed to kiss you?” you whisper, draping your arms over his shoulders. 

“You’re allowed to do whatever you want.”

The words make you shiver—the lowered, gravelly tone of his voice you’ve never heard before snaps your resolve and you lean into him, connecting your lips with a deep urgency. Spencer inhales sharply, hands wandering to your waist and bearing down firmly as you press against him. When you lean back, he follows you, insists without saying a word that you don’t stop kissing him. It sends a thrill down your spine and between your legs, which both gives you pause and eggs you on. In the end, after a very brief internal struggle, curiosity and desire win. You drop to the bed and drag him down with you—he, your willing follower, blindly searches for purchase on the plush comforter. Now he’s on top of you, legs slotted together so that his thigh is temptingly close to your core. Too shy to actually do what you want to do, you clamp your thighs around his and tilt your hips, desperate for friction. He exhales heavily, slowly pulling his lips from yours like it’s the last thing he wants to do. Fingers dig into the flesh of your hip, not enough to ache but enough to draw your attention to your movements. 

“What are you doing?” he asks, firmly, but not like you’re in trouble—it’s a probing question. He’s trying to figure out if you’re aware of the way you’re nearly riding his leg. 

“I don’t know,” you admit breathlessly. 

“You just told me you couldn’t even listen to me say the word sex,” Spencer reminds you. “You said it was too scary.”

A frustrated whine seems to catch him by surprise, and he laughs. 

“That was a long time ago. I’ve matured since then.”

“Is that what happened?” he teases. 

“Honestly, I’m just really turned on right now, please—" you cut yourself off, crashing your lips into his once more. And he almost relents. 

Almost. 

“Slow down.”

He ceases kissing you for a second time and you’re starting to really get annoyed. 

“What?” you groan. “I thought you wanted this.”

His thumbs brush over the apples of your cheeks, demanding your attention. 

“I want you. In every sense of the word. If you make a bad choice tonight and it means you don’t like me anymore tomorrow, that is the opposite of what I want. I’m not saying no. I’m just asking you to think about it for a second.”

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes and attempting to steady your mind and see beyond the thick fog of lust. What you find is a (mildly surprising) complete lack of fear. You’re not scared, like you thought you’d be; you feel utterly safe underneath him, with his hands on you and his heartbeat against your chest. This is a kind of intimacy you want to have with him. 

Your eyes open to reveal his, close enough you can see the tiny flecks of green. And so much warmth. Everything about him is warm. 

“This is what I want,” you assert. “I promise.”

His gaze flits between yours for a moment, pulling the truth from your soul like he might be able to find an imperfection there. But you mean it—and he seems satisfied. He trusts you, like you trust him. 

“Okay.”

A sigh of relief never quite finds completion before he’s kissing you again. Immediately the fire is stoked once more, the heat between your legs getting warmer when he experimentally pushes his thigh against you. You breathe into the kiss, pressing down on him and surrendering to the unconscious rhythm of your hips. He lets that go on for a minute or two until you’re so distracted that you can’t kiss him back. 

Unexpectedly he pulls away, disentangling himself from your legs. You stammer in frustration until his fingers hook under the soft material of your shorts. “Hips up.”

Wordlessly you comply, succumbing to his gentle words and touch. He bows to kiss you as he slides the fabric down unhurriedly. Once the shorts are gone, he sits up, and carefully lifts one of your legs over his lap, gaze unabashedly glued between them. 

“Eyes up here,” you try to joke, but it’s steeped in self-consciousness and your heart is pounding. He manages, stroking the inside of your knee with a thumb as he leans down again. 

“But you’re so pretty,” he murmurs, before he’s kissing you again. “Just like I knew you would be.”

You whimper when his hand skates over your stomach, lower, and lower, and—

“Tell me one more time, sweetheart.”

Your plead is just as hungry and yearning. “Please, Spencer?”

It works for him. 

When his knuckles brush over your clit, you forget to breathe. When they barely skim your entrance, collecting arousal to drag back upward, your brain malfunctions. It is not enough, maddeningly so, but when he finds a careful, introductory rhythm, it’s immediately bordering on too much, too good. 

Your stomach tenses and you are surprised by your own sighs and hesitant gasps as you try to adjust to the feeling of someone else’s hand between your legs. 

“Does that feel good?” he murmurs against your lips. 

“Mhm,” you chirp. Slow but insistent circles elicit a cry that gets caught in your throat, melting into a hum. Your eyes are closed, but you can hear the smile in Spencer’s voice. 

“You’re sensitive, huh?”

“S—sometimes.”

 He hums contemplatively. 

“Sometimes? Can you tell me about that?”

You can’t hardly think around those gentle movements of his hand, let alone speak. He touches you like you’re something delicate. It’s torturous and perfect. But you try to answer anyway, managing to keep the stammering to a minimum. 

“About what?” 

“I want to know what you think about when you touch yourself.” The smooth words in tandem with an incremental increase in pressure earn you first real moan. Timid and unpracticed, but very genuine. 

The answer comes immediately afterward; thoughtlessly and on a shuddering exhalation.

“You.”

“Yeah?” he smiles. “Good answer.”

Your eyes open fractionally to study his expression. You’d felt so much shame every time you’d imagined him in your bed late at night.

“Really?” 

“Really. And now look at you. Letting me do it for you.” As if to remind you, he speeds up the motion of his hand. On instinct you bring your fingers to your lips as you moan through a closed throat, partly to stifle the noise and partly because you don’t know what to do with the hand that’s not gripping the duvet. “Do you only touch here?” His fingers slide down to your slick entrance and your hips buck, mourning the loss of stimulation. “Or do you touch here, too?” 

You shake your head, breathing hard as he teases a finger around the soft place you’ve never really bothered to explore. “Never feels good when I try.”

“We’re gonna make it feel good, okay?”

You nod hesitantly, leaning back into the pillows when he kisses you again. 

His lips are so distracting, so intoxicating you almost forget what he’s doing until he does it. It’s a foreign sensation—not entirely pleasant or unpleasant. For a moment or two your brows furrow as you focus on the feeling, worried that maybe you’re broken just as you thought—until you feel a slight stretch and you realize he’s pushing a second finger into you now. A kiss lands on your cheek when you grab his arm with a choked gasp, and he mutters, “deep breaths,” into your ear. “I know it’s new, honey, just breathe.”

“Fuck,” you whimper as you look down, and you didn’t realize you were going to say it until it’s already passed between your lips. Pressure begins melding with the promise of pleasure, and something about watching his hand move between your legs—the tendons flexing and wrist bending as he eases into what is clearly a perfected motion—arouses you so much you moan at the sight alone. Flipping pages is all you thought that hand was meant for. It’s like a secret revealed as you watch it do something so salacious, and to you. 

A hot spark of pleasure flares deeper in you than you’ve ever felt. It catches and grows faster than you’d of thought—suddenly you can feel everything and it all feels better than you thought possible. Your jaw drops and a surprised huff of air blows a strand of your hair away. 

“Oh my god,” comes your breathy little whisper, unprepared for and intimidated by how good he’s making you feel. Filthy noises come from between your legs and you clench around his fingers. You had no idea you could make those noises. You had no idea you could get so wet. 

“Yeah, there we go.” His voice sounds a little further away now. You manage to tear your eyes away from all the action to his face. Much like you, he’s transfixed by the sight, brow furrowed and pretty lips parted in what could be concentration, or some sort of empathetic pleasure. His face has more color to it than usual and his breaths come heavier—it’s a very pleasant sight. Suddenly his fingers brush against a spot deep within you and your hips cant upward, a mewl pulled from the depths of your throat that has more control over you than you do it. Spencer’s eyes flash back to you, a grin playing at his lips. He does it again, looking right into your eyes, and you whine so pitifully your face flushes. 

“Too much?” he asks. You shake your head firmly, arching your back when he unconsciously slows down. At your response his fingers begin rutting into you again, committing to that spot inside you that makes you see stars. “Of course not. You’re gonna take whatever I give you, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” you nod. You’d do just about anything for him right at this second. Spencer holds an immense amount of power over you in this moment, and potentially in all future moments moving forward. But you trust him with it. 

“You don’t have anything to prove to me. I just want you to feel good. You’ll tell me if it’s too much, right?”

But it’s really not too much. It’s exactly right. Your verbal capacity is acutely limited right now, so you can’t exactly say it, but you lock eyes with him and whine shamelessly, hips twisting against his hand. You think he gets the message. 

Hair falls over his face and he doesn’t fix it, opting instead to alternate his gaze between your cunt and face, cursing to himself lowly. You wouldn’t want him to stop and fix his hair—what you want is this, for him to keep pushing you toward that elusive edge and to keep looking at you like you put all the stars in the sky. 

“Look at you, my pretty girl. I’m so proud of you. I know this isn’t easy. I know you were scared. Thank you for letting me do this, honey.”

It’s the unexpected tenderness of the words, perfectly misplaced in the context of the moment. It’s the devotion, the honesty in his eyes, shining through the haze of lust, which makes your stomach drop and all your muscles tense. A million thoughts jumble in your head, dizzying and thrilling and confusing, but mostly all you can think is Spencer, Spencer, Spencer. Is this how it always is? Your hands tangle in the sheets—and then all the thoughts vanish. Everything is warm and fuzzy and sparkling clean, no worries, no lingering thoughts, no self-awareness at all. It’s nirvana. It’s revelatory. It’s ridiculous that he did this all in under five minutes and you haven’t been able to do it once even with very concerted effort. 

Slowly you float back into your body, breathing hard and watching through half-lidded eyes as Spencer gently pulls his hand away. Without him you feel weirdly empty and cold, like he should have been there all along. But his touch isn’t absent for long—he runs his hand over the bridge between your hips, little finger dipping into the crease of your thigh. 

“That’s never… I’ve never done that before,” you admit, slurring your words only slightly. 

His perfect features contort into a half-frown, half-smile. 

“You’ve never had an orgasm?” You nod. His head tilts. “Really? You didn’t tell me that.”

“When would I have told you?” you laugh, finding his waist with your hand and encouraging him to settle his weight on you. He does, burying his face in your neck and exhaling heavily. 

“Well?” you ask shyly, skating your fingers over his back. “Did I do it right?”

Spencer snorts, but presses a sickeningly sweet kiss to the curve of your neck. 

“Did you like it?”

“Yes,” you admit, voice smaller than you’d have liked. He pushes himself up onto his forearms and kisses you softly. 

“Then we both did it right.”

“But…” you stare up into his warm honey eyes, searching for any bits of hidden truth you can find. He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, utterly unconcerned. “You know what I mean.” 

“I do,” he agrees, “and I’ll say this because I know otherwise you’re going to worry about it forever.” He studies your face reverently for a moment, before parting his lips to speak. The words are slow to come, like he’s trying to figure the sentence out as he goes along. “You… are going to be, problematic, for me.”

Your whisper is almost as small as you feel under his heavy gaze. “What d’you mean?” 

“I mean,” Spencer begins, voice low, “I think I liked that too much. Do you see why that’s troubling?”

The flame you thought had been quenched flickers back to life like a pilot light. Your thighs press together to alleviate a growing ache in a still sensitive area and you answer, “no,” with a small shake of your head. His thumb tenderly traces your jaw, ever-patient despite the fact that you’re obviously playing coy. 

“Because I can’t have you all the time.”

“Yes you can,” you say without hesitation, though your eyes are fluttering. “You can have me whenever you want. Right now.”

He hums, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

“Not tonight. You’ve had enough. You’re tired.”

“I’m wide awake,” you slur, tangling a hand in his hair even as you lose the battle against your eyelids. 

He sighs good-naturedly, gently wrapping his fingers around your wrist and brushing his lips over the delicate skin. 

“You’re shockingly precocious.”

You hum. 

“You just unleashed the beast. You’re like Doctor Frankenstein.”

He chuckles, sitting up and finding your shorts. You manage to be semi-helpful, lifting your legs at appropriate junctures as he tugs your clothing back on. “And you’re a nerd.”

“I don’t need to take that from you of all people.”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” Spencer says, and the smile in his voice makes you smile, a quarter asleep as he leans over to turn off the lamp on your side of the bed before tugging the covers over both of you. 

He pulls you close in the dark, releasing a deep sigh as you curl into him. His heartbeat is steady against your ear, his arms warm around you. You can imagine making a home for yourself here. And you don’t know if he’s thinking it, but you hope he is, as you are silently repeating to yourself with every beat of his heart;

I love you

I love you

I love you. 

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part two