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likelysobbing · 3 months ago

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hiiiii can u do kk dating hcs please? btw you’re a really good writer!!!

𖥻 TRU-LY FRU-ITY. kk arnold x lowkeynpc!reader headcanons ! !!

synopsis: sol yaps about an npc reader and kk fallign inlove because sol loves kk so much to the point if she doesn’t watch herself (she does) it’s borderline parasocial. thx. kk dating headcanons but indepth.

notes: dawg i went crazy on this sorry about that nonnie i didn’t mean to make u wait so long… love u, btw. thank u so much 🤍 also that title was the only one i could think off STOP IT its so cute isnt it its SO cute

cw: it goes first meeting -> when kk and reader realize they’re inlove -> confession -> ACTUAL dating headcanons. i make stupid references to old lives. npc!reader is default reader because i want to keep this as general as possible. this is not proofread. i use 😝 emoji alot. also, i am crazy. OK LET’S GET IT STARTEDD 📣📣📣

let’s set the stage— say, you’re here, you’re queer, even—and you’re a student at uconn. but that’s… lowkey it. you’re a student at uconn, nothing particularly spectacular—you study, maybe you go out for drinks if you’re feeling a little brave, you do what you need to do to live. every day was routine—wake up, go with the flow, go to bed. you were fine with that. it just meant you … protected your peace too hard, and that’s a good thing! nothing’s out to get you, because half the time no one’s able to pair your face to a name. your life? it’s peaceful!

and then you happened to see kamorea ‘kk’ arnold drop a pen while she was walking through campus.

she was joking around with her friends, jumping around, acting silly, and forgot that her backpack was open. she was lucky she didn’t drop anything else. you happened to have seen that pen drop out of her bag, and initially you were going to ignore it. you wanted to get to class early, and maybe returning a pen to one of the most notorious extroverts on campus (who, even worse, has NOT seen your face) wasn’t a good idea if you wanted to be smart with your time.

and you didn’t know what came over you, but you picked up the pen and walked straight to her. she was mid-laugh when you tapped her shoulder, and she turned. “oh—“ she flinched, turning to you and muttering a small “yo.”

immediately, kk checked you out. and not in the way one usually would (the way you wished she was checking you out), but in a who-are-you-you’re-so-socially-dead-i-can’t-even-remember-your-face way. to spare yourself the small talk, you wasted no more time— “your pen,” you said, handing her her writing utensil. she looked at the pen as if it was suddenly spouting ink, blinking slowly. when she looked up? you were already walking away.

so basically, it was all the pen’s doing.

ever since that faithful encounter, it’s safe to say that kk began noticing you more. once just a blur of features in a crowd full of faces, you’re now the one she sees first. she sees you more often, and realizes that you’re in a lot of the same places at the same time. that intrigues her.

ice says something about it when she talks about you; they’re in the basketball facility warming up with the rest of the team, stretching a bit— making light, funny conversation on the way. the topic of people gets brought up, and kk mentions you. she’s yapping, “it’s like, she’s a whole wallflower or something—but she got friends! she got friends. just not a lot. and i been seeing her around lately, and we’re in alot of the same places so i’m like?? why i ain’t seen her here before?? so now im just wonderin’ what her deal is.” meanwhile, ice side-eyes her.

“have you talked to her yet?” ice asks, and the team looks to kk… who doesn’t even wanna talk no more after that.

eventually, she does end up talking to you. this time, she sees you drop your pen and comes running up to you—she sees an opportunity, but all you see is.. just her. and her eyes twinkling brighter than usual.

“yo, you dropped your pen this time,” she laughed, and you smiled awkwardly, gave her a little “thank you” and expected it to be done just like that.

it wasn’t.

you walked away and she ran to your side, and then she just… started talking. she didn’t even introduce herself formally. she just said ‘i’m kk, by the way,’ which wasn’t a problem, because you already knew she was more than that. this was kamorea arnold. uconn basketball star, the lovely little burst of energy, the happy little—aaandd she just stumbled on the shell of a snail.

“oh, i’m sorry y’all— sorry y’all, sorry y’all—“

you didn’t even know who she was talking to. there was only you and the snail. and then you realized she was talking to you and the snail, which is why she was saying ‘y’all’.

and that was when you knew you were in for it. and… lowkey into her.

okay set up done!

kk and you really hit it off. turns out, you didn’t need to speak much for her to speak. kk just needed to know you were listening. and you showed her you did— you hummed at the right time, you laughed at the funniest jokes, you grinned in confusion when she spoke about basketball (which led to a very passionate ramble about basketball), you gasped at every twist, you did all the right things—but …

pair kk’s lovely personality, her beautiful laugh, her eagerness to speak to you and just… her in her entirety? banger combination.

you did all the right things, but you fell at the wrong time. you fell hard, for her.

you didn’t know she fell harder.

like, literally and figuratively. i think it’d be funny that kk once thought her eyes lingering too long on your lips, her hands twitching to hold your own or to even touch your skin was completely borne of platonic attraction or festering romantic attraction that she could move on from. her epiphany that she is inlove with you comes during half time. she’s in the zone, sipping from her lil water bottle, and then she finds her eyes wandering throughout the stands. she doesn’t know why— she just finds herself looking for a certain… devoted pen returner. she realizes you’re not there, and that you’re probably studying, and that makes her pout.

she wants your eyes on her. she wants you to look at her, to see her in her element, maybe to see her catch a little attitude—but she wants you to see her. she wants you to see her!

or maybe she just wants you.

it’s something she comes to terms with in the middle of a crowd so loud that the voice in her head can’t echo against it’s confines. she wants you. it’s clear, resolute—and absolutely exhilarating.

it horrifies her, don’t get her wrong; she didn’t see it coming, nor did she expect it to be so strong the moment she realized, but that’s also whats so exhilarating. love is so unexpected!

regardless, even with all her spunk, kk hesitates. she doesn’t necessarily stop yapping your ear off, but it’s like her words get more calculated—she pauses more, and when you look to see if she is still mentally present, you find yourself locking eyes with her before she shakes her head and talks about another topic. you catch her staring a good twenty or more times in the span of three days and you start to get a little… suspicious…

but you stay, anyway. because why wouldn’t you? she’s cool.

she’s so cool.

and then the sun so bright happens.

it’s not anything big—it happened so spontaneously; kk didn’t plan anything. as soon as you asked why she was even here, it just slipped out. and it worked.

kk asked you to be her girlfriend with a hand on top of yours and what might have been the first shy smile you ever saw from her. she said, and i quote, “so are we… you know like, you know..” and you just had to tilt your head and make her say it.

“bro. bro—“ this girl is such a wuss she can’t even look you in the eye and yet…

“no, no because— what are we? what do you want us to be?” you STAY insufferably oblivious on PURPOSE lmfao.

“broOohmygee… can i . be your girlfriend.”

“of course, k.”

BOOM SHAKALAKA YES LORD YOU BAGGED FYNE SHYTTT 😝 now onto the actual dating headcanons!!

early into the relationship she starts out how she treated you whilst you were still friends, but with the little quirk that you’re going out on dates now, she grins whenever she talks about you to a degree it’s concerning, and she invites you out to her games. and she’s also shy when it comes to romantic affection.

but let’s say you’re long past that awkward phase now.

kk’s an extrovert, always jumping around from place to place—sharing laughter with people, filming tiktoks, living her best life. she’s also, lowkey, famous. there is not a game in which she isn’t signing someones shirt after, and you know because you’ve checked. meanwhile, you are just a student trying to get by at uconn…

but! to kk, you’re everything. it’s why no matter how extroverted she is, if you’re more on the introverted side—she’d love you all the same and adapt to your needs; need to leave a party? done, maybe kk will stay back a bit—you understand she needs to have her fun— but she’ll call an uber for you, keep updates on your location via the life 360 circle you guys have labelled ‘completely platonic relationship’ (you do not have a completely platonic relationship).

she’s quite protective—she doesn’t keep her eyes off the life 360 map until she sees you’ve arrived back at the dorms (which she, silly as she is, has labelled as ‘homebase’ in your circle). whenever you’re out, kk texts you at random times to see if you’re still out there and safe. it’s not even a ‘proof of life?’ sometimes its just a picture of the tru fru she got and all you really need to do is respond “yummy”

she always has a hand on you. waist, hips, shoulder, back of your neck, whatever it is— she has to feel you next to her when she knows you’re next to her. she’ll be on her phone in one hand, and you’ll be leaning into her shoulder and she just pulls you in closer (#nonchalant while doing it to. but in her head she’s going hehehehehehhehe😝😝)

outside of that she’s not all that affectionate. she’ll have a hand on your waist, but its really all about whether or not you lean in. she’ll always reciprocate your affection but won’t make a move to initiate it in public. in private, however, you know this girl lays on top of you and sleeps. she don’t move. she’s on top of you, in a star fish position, with her eyes closed.

in private she’s all hugs and making grabby hands at you because she can get a bit needy. she’ll probably do random things to catch your attention, and then just ask for a kiss when she has you.

“kk, what the hell—“ you jumped, eyes widening at the sudden influx of tru fru bags on your bed. kk shrugged, unblinking before crawling onto your bed herself, “they were on sale.” she murmured, “‘kay,” before inching closer to you—“give me kisses.”

i feel like kk would also spoil you but in the stupidest way. like you guys would genuinely get into arguments over who would pay and kk would be breaking her wrist pushing your hand down and forcing the cashier to take her cash.

“come on, kk, you paid last time—“

“i don’t REMEMBER. last time. …. let me pay.”

and sometimes she will literally shove your hand back onto your side and slam her card/ cash down onto the register. im not playing. like she doesnt even fight you on it the moment you try to take out your wallet she grips your wrist and pays before you can even get money out

but don’t get me wrong— kk likes to be pampered. sometimes she’ll let you pay—when she does, she sticks her tongue out and giggles and kicks her feet like 😝😝😝 ayeeeeeee…… or sometimes she does that little thing where she gives you a backhug and kisses your cheek do you people know what im talking about. its so funny to me. shes like ‘thank you🥰’

but she prefers to be pampered in a different way! she likes to be considered, for lack of a better word. she likes it when you give her the warm-hot cookies from crumbl because you know she doesn’t like cold cookies, she likes when you leave her tru fru ALONE, she likes when you come to her games and do your best to get a front row seat — she looooves. LOVES. when you consider her, and what she might want. everytime she sees you she’s like that one “ariana what are you doing here ?! 😆” meme shes so jolly my woman bro my woman

also she probably refers to you as ‘my baby’, or ‘my girl’, or maybe like ‘my lady’ if she’s feelin’ a bit lovey dovey. if we’re talking about endearments, i don’t think kk would be a ‘ma’ or ‘mama’ girl. she’d be like, ‘bae’, ‘baby’, ‘schnookums’, ‘pookie!’ even. sometimes when she’s soft she’ll call you ‘lover’. in terms of what you call her, there’s the obvious ‘kk’ and what other usual endearments you use, but kk melts whenever you use ‘baby’ I KNOW IT I KNOW IT GUYS IM PUSHING THE ‘kk loves being babied’ AGENDA LEAVE ME ALONE

the type of girlfriend to put bunny ears behind your head during photos and make you look goofy. she says you look cute, but you’re always cute to her so don’t trust that

the type of girlfriend to point at you whenever she scores a point. also the type of girlfriend to point at you whenever she thinks she’s about to score, and if she misses she’s like… “i’ma walk that off, y’all… i’ma walk that off…”

she’s so lovely 💔

she doesn’t necessarily speak ABOUT you a lot to the team, but she makes such frequent references she might as well just ramble about you forever. she genuinely doesn’t mean to. you’re like the only thing constantly on her mind. i know paige grills her for it too zon’t play… also, ICE. ice gets at her for it. everyone bugs her in their own ways because they don’t know you personally so they’re like “who’s she? who’s your girl?” and kk’s like “my girl’s my girl…? duh”

“you really can’t go a day without yappin’ about her huh, kk?” paige drawled, slumping against the gym bleachers as she nodded towards uconn’s #2, who was … minding her business. prior to the statement, paige was simply talking about how hot it was outside, and how connecticut is never usually this hot and ‘that says a lot’ and miss kamorea arnold just butts in like: “my girl said it was really hot out too. that’s why i decided to go light on my fit, if that’s the right word. light .. or like whatever y’all wanna call it…”

it’s ALWAYS an ‘oh, my girl—‘ with her i swear. but! despite their annoyance with kk always mentioning you, the team meeting you would be a fun event! trUST. trust. truuust. no teasing whatsoever involved.

— on kk’s mood swings or sadder moods, she wouldn’t wanna go to you at first, scared that you might end up making it worse without meaning to or she’ll say something out of pocket, but the moment you come to her alone, when she tries to isolate herself? when you open your arms and just walk towards her? when she finds herself melting into you, hands on your hips, lips to the space between your shoulder and neck and there is just love and nothing but love in the air? regardless of whether you say something to her or not, you didn’t even have to say anything. you don’t need to. kk still knew then. you got her locked in with you, and hard.

kk always seems to shine a little brighter with you. (haha reference to my old fic im hilarious)!

the publicity of the relationship? not very public. infact it’s giving private but not secret. she doesn’t post you lots but she tags you enough for the fandom to know shes off the market fs. i feel like kk, as silly and goofy as she is, is a very private person and this would extend towards you. it’s like she doesn’t put you in the spotlight because she doesn’t want to overwhelm you with the sting of the light.

but that’s okay, because kk’s your sunshine, and so long as she keeps her own light— her own hands— on even a patch of your skin? aslong as you’re still hers? there is no doubt in your, or her, mind that together is what you are meant to be, and here— whereever here is— is where you are meant to stay.

tl;dr sol loves kk so bad

@likelysobbing.

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nichoskittycorner · 6 months ago

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The Hunter becomes the Hunted (A Nicholas smut)

Yep, inspired by Deer Hunter cause that song is about fucking and we're gonna get the content we deserve

-- Also I'm sorry for disappearing for so long- writers block was kicking my butt and life happened so much! Thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy 🩵

- Deer hybrid!yn, wolf hybrid!Nicholas, dickriding, pussy eating, knotting,

- Deer yn lived peacefully alone, everyday was as they wanted

-The forest was dangerous outside of their safe home. Wolves were the most dangerous and infamous in these parts

-But you were curious. There was a whole pack out there and maybe more but you had never come face to face with any of them, hence the curiosity

-It was silly, but maybe they were more than wild savage beasts. maybe they liked tea and long walks on the beach. you'd never know until you met one!

-One night, ironically a full moon one, you went searching for truffles. Putting on a warm hood, adjusting your antlers to not poke through the cloth and then heading out.

-In no time, your goal was found but so was your side quest

-Thankfully, deer senses made you much more alert and so the scent of a wolf and the calculated steps caught your attention

-"Show yourself wolfie. I know you're there."

-It was quiet for a moment, the tension in the air palpable before you could hear the clicking of a tongue and the sound of more confident footsteps

-From the shadows emerged the wolf you had sensed. And suddenly, the thought of being afraid washed away.

- This wolf was beautiful, almost angelic. He was somehow rugged but chic, smooth in his movements but stepped with a power and grace that was unmatched

-The most striking part was his eyes. Sharp, focused and most of all, hungry.

-You swallowed a lump in your throat and felt your knees go weak underneath you but remained standing. It was probably your instincts telling you to run as fast as possible but you were too intrigued to move

- "It's late you know little deer. All sorts of dangerous creatures linger in the dark."

-Oh no, even his voice was alluring. Deep and yet comforting like the night itself. You couldn't help but hold onto the tree next to you to stay focused

-"I-Im aware. I'm not afraid though, I know these woods better than anyone." You wanted to show no fear, because you knew if you did, there's a chance he could pounce and do who knows what

- The wolf looked you up and down with a smirk on his face. "Really now? You think you own the night like a wolf?"

-He continued to approach as he spoke, trapping you against the tree with his larger frame before you had a chance to back away. You could practically feel his body heat and heartbeat through his clothing

-An unwanted whimper left your lips before you could stop it. The wolf chuckled, trailing a clawed finger along your shoulder and chin and forcing you to look at him. His tail noticeably swinging with a bit more excitement

-"Aren't you gonna answer me little deer? Or is that whimper your answer, instant submission?"

-As hard as it was, you shot him a glare and shook your head free. "I never said that!"

-"Well, you're acting like it. I wouldn't be surprised, it's in your nature." His nose settled into the crook of your neck and his large hands trailed down your body, landing on your thighs. Gripping down tightly on the bare skin after hiking up the dress

-A little yelp came out as he laughed. The moment of weakness allowed his hands to move up higher and graze against your underwear.

-"H-hey, let me go!" It was only now hitting you how close he had gotten so quickly. Were you under a spell of some kind? Or a trap that wolves were capable of?

-A low chuckle left his chest. "I see, you want to play first? We can play for sure."

- Wait, play? No you weren't trying to entertain this mess. You wanted him to stop before you let the crazy dirty thoughts in your mind take over your actions.

- "I'll give you 60 seconds. You better run cutie so it's more fun."

-A protest wanted to leave your lips but there would be no point. He was a wolf, and you, a deer. He was strong, fast, and built to hunt.

- Enough time was wasted- you turned on your heel and sprinted off. You could run straight home, but then that would lead to him knowing your home location. You could run deeper into the woods, but the chances to run into another wolf would increase.

-Deers were made to run, so you sprinted as fast as your muscles would take you. Why you choose to wear a short dress tonight was probably never going to be properly answered

-As you ran, it felt like it was never fast enough. The feeling that the wolf was always right on your heels, constantly breathing down your neck and just a second away from snatching you up and doing what he pleased

-Honestly, the thought of this beautiful mysterious stranger touching you and doing whatever he wanted with your body was making you quiver slightly. Such an embarrassing thought to have while sprinting

-But the more you tried to push it away, the more the thought of being caught was appealing. You wanted his lips to touch yours, to have his claws leave marks in your skin- to hear his voice in a low growl as he used you to satisfy his deepest carnal desire-

-You had to stop running to refocus. Shaking your head to get such dirty thoughts out of your head. But the unmistakable feeling of wet panties wasn't helping

-For all you knew, he could kill you and you were thinking of screwing him! Maybe the feeling of being chased naturally got your blood pumping and the adrenaline was making you crazy. Yeah, that had to be it!

- Looking around, you caught your familiar surroundings and changed direction as you ran off again. It was almost scary how you hadn't heard a thing from the wolf in a while. Maybe you did actually lose him?

-You were considering slowing down or stopping but that idea disappeared when your hips were grabbed out of nowhere and you were hoisted off the ground.

-You screamed in surprise but it was cut short when a pair of soft lips connected roughly to yours. It looks like the game was over and the wolf was claiming his prize

-He didn't relent on the kiss until the room was spinning from the lack of air. Punctuated by his sharp fangs biting down onto your lip harshly before pulling away

-"That was quite a chase you put on there. But it's time for me to claim my prize, don't you think?"

- The wolf wasn't waiting for an answer as his strong hands held you firmly by the hips, riding up your dress and caresses your inner thighs and kissing on your neck

-Well, more like marking. Kisses quickly turned to teasing the sharpness of his canines against your skin before harshly nipping and sucking on your skin

-Just when you thought he was going to take it slow, he dug his claws into your thighs, forcing your legs around his waist as he used his free hand to tear away at the moist fabric between your legs.

- He definitely said some cheesy line about wanting to savor tasting you before he did just that. Hoisting you up onto his shoulders and used the tree to support you and went to work

-If he was nervous, he wasn't showing it as his tongue started to fuzz up your mind. He didn't even bother starting slow, spreading your pussy lips with his tongue and latching onto your clit

- You let out a hiccup of surprise but he didn't slow down. Sucking and teasing at the nub with his tongue before trailing down and mapping out your folds with both care and hunger

-His hot tongue poked at your entrance, moving it slightly in and out as you started to quiver from his touch. Your hands held onto his hair, practically strangling his hair to stabilize yourself

-You didn't want to give in so easily, to literally be dominated by only his tongue would be embarrassing. Even though there was no one around or an actual prize, your deer pride was on the line here

-It was common that deer and wolves mingled, and no one ever seemed to question who was the dominate party. But something about this snarky and sexy wolf who is still a stranger to you coming into your life and about to do the same to you without an introduction stirred something within you

-As much as you wanted to just give in and make a mess of his face, you held back. And he could tell

-Confused by your restraint, he lowered you and forced you to look him in the eyes

-"Just what are you doing little deer? Are you scared or something?" The smirk on his face was only adding fuel to your fire. You couldn't wait to wipe it off his face

- "Scared? Oh no, Mr. wolf, I'm not-" You giggled innocently before grabbing his dick through his pants- an easy find as he was large and hard, leaving an obvious tent in his pants

-For once, his confident demeanor vanished and he blushed deeply, his lip hanging limply. Such a bold move wasn't expected but he let out a fake cough and put on his act back on

-"Ah I see, you want all of me little deer. But are you sure you can handle me?"

- You didn't answer him but removed your hand, taking his pants by the edges and swiftly pulling them off. The wolf didn't get a word in before you grabbed him by the hips and swiftly had him sat on the ground

-With his lap and erect cock fully out, the feeling in your gut only grew. He was definitely intrigued as you straddled his lap, ignoring his size and girth as you were too determined to make him weak to you to properly care

- Positioning your tight entrance at his tip before kissing him roughly and sinking down quickly. Taking in his entire throbbing cock before you could talk yourself out of it

-The sensation of him inside of you had your eyes almost rolling. He fit way too perfectly, just the right size and curved in the right place to hit your spot with ease

- The kiss was mostly to brave yourself into taking him all in at once but now it connected you both in a long sigh of satisfaction. Looks like even he was enjoying being inside your heat

- It was heaven to be this full but you started moving, riding him slowly at first before gaining your rhythm and speed with ease

-Soon, the quiet night was filled with the sound of slapping skin, desperate pants, wet makeouts and your wet pussy singing the praises of his cock

-The ever so confident wolf was wearing a lopsided smile, his tongue hung out as you took over and rode him without assistance. Slowing down and picking up speed as you pleased

-Regardless of his protests, you would do as you wanted. Sometimes doing the opposite of what he wanted just so you could hear him whine and whimper for you

-"S-Slow down little deer-" But his request was met with a faster pace, bringing him to the edge closer. Making him all whiney and twitchy as his claws dug into your ass and hips. Trying to control your movements

-But you would bite down on his ears or neck until he eased up his grip, allowing you control the pace. Soon, both of your exposed skin was covered in teeth and claw marks. From the slow and sensual movements to the quick and desperate ones, each mark was a representation of the actions

- You didn't know how long you were teasing this wolf. Taking you both to the edge before coming back from it and repeating the cycle. Amping up the animalistic tendencies in your shared desperation to fuck and breed

- Your body was sore, mostly your pussy as you used him like your own personal toy. As you felt yourself get closer to your climax, the twitching and rutting hips of the wolf seemed to agree

- Whether there were words were exchanged didn't matter. It was silent understanding that you were going to finish this with him buried deep inside of you, letting him make a mess as he pleased

- Once again, his hands held you down by your hips, this time so firmly that you couldn't budge off. His cock buried to its depths in your heat as he jerked his hips to bury himself in deeper

-As he continued this desperate display, you could feel the base of his cock that was just past your entrance start to grow and hold you firm. His knot was forming and he didnt seem to care that he was about to fully unload into a stranger

-It didn't take long for the knot to swell completely and the sensation to send you both over the edge, your body quaking as you came and his hot cum filling you up to the brim. A chorus of pleasure and feral noises echoed into the night

-Your body trembled and twitched as he held you close, savoring your body as you both came down from the experience

-Still attached from the knot, it was a waiting game of when separation could be possible. With clear heads, you two finally spoke to each other on normal terms, despite the position you were still in

-"So... I'm Nicholas by the way."

-" Nice to meet you, I'm y/n." You said with a laugh as you two shook hands cordially.

-"I didn't know a deer could do that. Where did you pick that up from?"

-You only shrugged. "Instinct I suppose?"

-Nicholas scoffed. "Weird. I've never seen a deer with a hunters instinct. Are you sure you're full deer?"

-"Who knows? Maybe I've got some wolf in me-"

-"Well, you definitely do right now."

- You blushed and flicked his arm. "What a tease you are... So how long is this going to take to go down?"

-" A few hours at worse." He spoke so casually but made you groan.

"I cant stay out here for hours!"

-Without much thought, Nicholas once again, held you by the thighs and somehow managed to stand you both up, your arms wrapping around his neck for support

-"Lead the way to your place then little deer. No point staying out here where one of my pack could find us too."

-The thought of being caught made you shudder and you quickly agreed. Looks like you were going to be spending more time with your prize after all

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And a part 2

#&team hard thoughts #&team hard hours #&team smut #andteam smut #&team x reader #&team nicho smut #nicho smut #nicholas x reader #andteam nicholas smut

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moonstruckme · 1 year ago

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Haloooo!!! I wanted to request something but I jus wanna say how much i adore your workkksss😭 not to shade other writers but youre probably my fave out of them, theres just something about your writings thats so comforting and I love it!! Can I request a academic rival trope for Remus and reader??🥹 Im excited to read it!! Thank you!!🫶

I'm so glad you enjoy them my love!! Thank you for requesting <3

cw: mention of skipping meals (never fear it is remedied)

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

Remus is the only other person in the library. You’ve been hopelessly aware of him since he’d sat down four tables away from you an hour ago, and you’re positive he’s being distracting on purpose, because no one really eats chocolate like that.

It’s abominable and should be punishable by death, honestly, the way he’s getting brown smudges all over the pages of his book. He’ll pop a chocolate in his mouth, let it get all melty in there, then slowly suck the remnants off each of his fingers, the movement distracted and tantalizing. Brow furrowed and eyes sharp, he looks entirely absorbed by his studies.

You wish you could say the same.

You’ve read the same page four times now, and the information keeps bouncing off your brain like someone’s put an invisible shield around it. Your eyes burn slightly, your back aches from too long spent in this wooden chair, but you need to know this stuff by tomorrow. Somehow, you need to make yourself retain it.

“Do you mind?”

You stop tapping the end of your pencil on the table, looking over at Remus. Your eyes narrow on instinct.

“Do you?”

He raises a brow. “I’m not doing anything.”

“Yes, you are. You keep smacking your lips, it’s irritating.” It’s not, really, it’s…it’s something else. It’s not conducive to a distraction-free study environment, that’s what it is. “Are you even allowed to have those in here?”

Remus sighs heavily. “Alright.”

Before you can figure out what he means by that, he’s pushing back his chair, walking over to join you at your table. He holds your gaze as he sits down and then pushes his chocolates towards you, seemingly expectant.

“What are you doing?”

“You’re clearly jealous. Go on, have a few.”

“I am not jealous.” You glare at him, arms folding over your book. It’s a habit, to hide the answers from him, but when you notice his gaze drop to the protective motion you feel silly. “And I’m not eating those. You’ve been licking your fingers and reaching in there, it’s gross.”

“Oh.” Remus retreats slightly, cheeks pinkening. “I didn’t realize I was, sorry.”

It’s gratifying to see him embarrassed. He’s the shyest of his group of friends (which is to say, he won’t automatically go and talk the ear off anyone within ten yards of him), but he goes about his day with their same unshakeable confidence, earned by social status and, admittedly, an intimidating academic prowess. Though you’ve always met each other head on in class, you’ve never felt up to par with him in any other respect. It’s nice to feel on a similar playing field. A bit endearing to see this tentative, boyish side to him, too.

It doesn’t last long enough.

There’s the barest shift in his expression, but you note with dread that familiar twinkle in Remus’ eyes. “Seems like you’ve been paying more attention to me than your book, hm?”

Yup, the endearment is gone.

“I’m basically done studying for the night anyway,” you lie through your teeth. “I was just finishing up.”

Remus’ brow lifts. He clearly doesn’t believe you. “Good for you. How long have you been here?”

“Since five.” It’s the truth this time, and you say it proudly. You want to show him that you work harder than him, are better, but your smugness fizzles out when he frowns.

“That long?” Remus asks, looking less defeated and more…troubled. “You must be exhausted. I was only going to put a couple of hours in.”

It nettles you, the implication that he can do better than you by studying half the time. You shrug with feigned insouciance. “I guess we’ll see who does better tomorrow.”

“Did you miss dinner?” He breezes right by the challenge, leaning forward as his brows come down. “You must have taken a break then.”

You cross your arms, appraising him as he does you. What is he playing at?

“I don’t take breaks, Remus.” I work hard. I play to win.

Remus hums, eyes still on you. It’s a struggle not to squirm under his gaze. After a minute, he sighs.

“Okay,” he says, starting to pack up his things. He puts his chocolates back in his bag. “I would offer you some of these, but you’ve made your thoughts about that known. I guess all that’s left is to go to the kitchens.”

You look up at him as he stands. “What are you talking about?”

“You can’t just not eat before the exam, love. It wouldn’t be fair.”

“To who?”

“To either of us. You need to do well, and I need to know you can do well so that I do well.” He leans against the table, a soft curve to his bottom lip. Like you’re friends. “Come on, grab your things.”

“I can’t just—” You shake your head incredulously. “I still have to study.”

“I thought you were done studying.”

“I—not—not all the way done,” you hedge, cheeks warming. Remus smiles like you’re funny.

“Let’s be done for tonight,” he says in a gentle tone. It’s not so different from his usual voice, and yet the sound of it caresses your nerves, lulling them to rest. “There’ll be time before the exam tomorrow. You’ve put in plenty of hours already, and those won’t do you any good without food and sleep.”

You bite the inside of your lip, considering this. Though you’ve tried to ignore it, you are tired. The bone-deep, heavy kind, from a week of exams that have left you nearly in tatters. You’re afraid that if you take to your bed now, getting out again may seem more trouble than it’s worth.

“And,” Remus adds offhandedly, “if beating my score is your goal, I like your odds. You’ve been studying all night, and I hardly opened my book a half hour ago.”

You blink up at him. Remus seems to realize you’re not going to start packing up yourself and, with a long-suffering sigh, begins doing it for you. “Why aren’t you staying to study?” you ask.

He shrugs. “I don’t mind going to the kitchens with you. And would you really go if I stayed here and studied?”

“No,” you answer honestly.

He gives you a wry, knowing look. “Then I suppose it’s a small price to pay.”

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radioactive-earthshine · 4 months ago

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Hi! Im sorry if this is a silly question but I was wondering if you know what the Flash diabetes thing is? I've seen it around occasionally but never found out if it was a canon one off thing or a fanon group theory because on one hand I can kinda see it making sense although it would probably have to be re-worked to fit a speedsters bodily profile (in terms of their hyper-metabolism and all) but then on the other hand I'm reminded of the times I've read YJ fanfic and out of nowhere Bart is taking ADHD medication and I'm like.. he would not be able to take ADHD meds and actually feel a difference for more than maybe 3 seconds as seen with general painkillers and medication when he had the knee surgery with nothing. I just can't help but feel like, in canon, neither of these theories/situations would be possible but then again fanon is meant to be fun,, not serious etc. How do you draw the line?

Hello!

I have NEVER heard of it phrased as "Flash diabetes" but looking over the meat of your question it appears this is more about their metabolism, so I am approaching this as a metabolism question rather than a blood-sugar question.

When it comes to speedsters and their metabolism in the comics, it is very inconsistent and it honestly depends on the writer and what would be most exciting or inconvenient the most in any given scenario.

On one hand, the prevailing canon is that speedsters heal FAST. Their metabolism is so high they can get over broken bones, lacerations, even gunshots very quickly. We even have instances of them getting over drugs very quickly or drugs just not impacting them the way they should, because they metabolize them too fast for them to work.

The biggest in-comic example of this is Bart's famous knee surgery in Teen Titans v.3 when they were unable to put him under ANY anesthetic because his metabolism would negate its effectiveness.

Teen Titans (2003) #3

(Side note, the amount of laws broken in this scene would have probably shut that entire hospital down, licensees would have been lost, and Cyborg probably should have done jail time or at least been kicked out of the tower because holy shit the ethics.)

Teen Titans (2003) #4

This scene is one of the more poignant and famous examples of speedster metabolism being a medical foil as much as it is an advantage in combat and it is extremely dramatic.

We also have a more recent example of drugs just not working properly on speedsters, from Bart yet again in more recent publication history.

Young Justice (2019) #16

Sedatives or maybe even some sort of anti-psychotics only stayed in Bart's systems for so long before they wore off well before they should have and he was able to just leave.

If these are pushed out of his system prematurely, then it is extremely unlikely any ADHD medication would work on him unless they were specially made for speedsters which is not outside of any realm of possibility in a comic.

However... because these are comics and because these sorts of foils are variable and depend on whoever is writing them we also have some evidence that certain things do work on speedsters... but in heightened ways such as caffeine which makes no sense and yet...

The Flash (2011) #3

Barry had an espresso and got so hopped up and jittery he lost control of his vibrating for a while and ended up through multiple floors. How caffeine works on them, and in extreme ways, but other drugs don't, is something maybe a biochemist can answer which I am not.

We also have decades of publication going back to the silver age of Barry and other speedsters interacting with drugs, poisons, alcohol and them not working or not working properly and the above examples are just those I knew I could cite easily because I think about them a lot.

So returning back to the question of if ADHD medication would work... I feel like again in the comics they wouldn't work how they are supposed to unless they are specialized because even the caffeine did not work how it is supposed to.

But again this is fanfic and fanon so anything is possible and with this particular subject it wouldn't be too outside of canon to have ADHD meds work. Again any writer could also explain them as special speedster-strength medication then it is good to go.

I hope this sort of answers your question?

This is for the comics and the comics alone, no other form of media.

#bart allen #barry allen #my meta #speedsters #flashfam #the flash #dc comics #again this is for the comics and the comics alone

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mahalkitamully · 26 days ago

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the girl next door 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

一 theater date (p4)

MEN GO AWAY BOOOO LADIES ILYSM

: neighbor ! modern ! ellie williams x reader oneshot !

fluff fluff :3

read the other chapters here !

also im suffering from writers block so this is a little shitty

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you waited outside the theater, on your phone. you'd been waiting a couple minutes now, your mind running. she had texted you saying something came up a while ago. you had to drive yourself and everything. was she messing with you? was it the weed talking back then? with your head a whirl of thoughts, you didn't even acknowledge someone tapping your shoulder or the familiar smell of her.

you look up and there she was. it almost made you feel silly for doubting her. "sorry.. my teacher was up my ass." she joked, rubbing the back of her neck as she always did. "you look cute" and with that you were cheesing hard.

she held the door open for you, following behind shortly after. as the two of you stood in line, there were your typical families with their loud ass kids, the couple that couldn't wait till they were in a dark theater to touch each other, and a group of teens hanging out.

ellie shoved her thumbs in her belt loops, keeping close to you. "so.. you like scary movies?" she tilted her head as you nodded. "yeah i love them!!"

. . .

'what the FUCK was i thinking?!' was all you could think to yourself as you squirmed awkwardly in your seat. this new movie was cool, gory, filled with action and suspense ー everything Ellie loved 一 had you freaked out. you didn't mind scary movies, but it got to a point.

a particular scene where the guy turned the corner, only for the camera to jump scare the audience had you reach for Ellie's arm, spilling popcorn slightly. she eyed you before leaning to your ear.

"too scary for you? we can leave if you want-"

''no it's fine-! that'd be a waste of money." you smiled, your hands sweaty. she sighed before gently intertwining her fingers with yours.

her palm was soft, but calloused in some places. her nails were well trimmed and her touch felt like it burned. embarrassing as it was to be scared at a movie you said you'd enjoy, holding her hand made the humiliation sting a little less.

. . .

"that ending was so shit."

"yeah i'm saying-!"

as the two of you walked, hands intertwined, time seemed to speed up. she was glowing, the only thing in the room to you. no matter what she did, it had a warmth to it that no one else could emit. she was like the sun to you.

"...lo? hello? you there?" her voice spoke softly, her head tilted as she snapped you out of your trance. she was so captivating.

"huh-? yeah, i- sorry- I uh- what'd you say?

"I was just- what- just- fuck- just wondering if you wanted to go to my place next time-?"

you smiled, nodding before you could think. the drive back was nice, the music on the radio creating a romantic mood.

. . .

she waited as you unlocked your door, smiling softly as you turned around. "see you tomorrow?" she leaned her shoulder against the door frame, avoiding your gaze every now and then. you nodded, gently moving her hair out the way. your fingertips stayed pressed against her cheek for a second before snapping back to your side. "mhm- g'night-!" you stammered out, closing the door.

both of you fell asleep with a red face and smiles that night.

#x reader #x you #mahalkitamully #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie willams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #tlou #tlou x you #tlou x reader #ellie williams fluff #x you fluff #x reader fluff #fluff fluff fluff #pride month #x fem reader #x female reader

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pantheresssy · 1 year ago

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Spending Nights (Abby Anderson/ Reader)

Hello!

This is part 2 of ‘casual’! You can find part 1 in this masterlist! It took me so much time to write this but i did it, im rlly sorry, studying is making my creativity go away. Enjoy!!!

Synopsis: Your friendship with Ellie becomes stronger as you both get to know each other better. From the other side, Abby wasn’t dealing with this too well.

warnings: marijuana use (els), non graphic smut, too much abby and not much of els, angst angst, getting into toxic!abby.

“It smells like shit,”

Blowing the smoke on the air and, for consequence on your face, Ellie looked at you with a smirk. Her eyes were blurred and couldn’t stay in the same place for too long, in a trance with the sensations of marijuana. “But it makes me so fu-cki-ng good. Try.”

You pushed her hand away from your face and twisted your nose, feeling that the smell would make you sick and stick to your hair and clothes. You were in her dorms, with the notebook where she writes her songs open on your lap. Somewhere in the middle of your reading, you discovered a few more things she wrote. Small poetry’s. Most of them were sad, about unrequited loves, death, sadness of abandonment and the loss of a parental love. They were tragically tragic, but still beautiful.

Ellie looked over your shoulder, following your reading. Smiling when you turned your page to see the sweetest song you had ever come close to. She was a real talent, just like you had imagined when you first meet her. “I’ll write one for you.”

“If it’s as good as this one, I’ll say please.” She made a face and leaned back on her seat, taking the marijuana into her mouth.

Ellie blowed and talked at the same time. “This is the worst I’ve written since I started.”

You dismissed her words, outraged by what she had said. When you told her it was the ‘best one she had so far’ she looked a bit offended and gave you a full list of why it was her worst composition. Ellie explained to you all of her creative work and, by the end, you thought you knew more about songs than about your own classes. It was interesting seeing how her eyes shone and her voice became more happy. You could see that she really loved doing what she did.

When you went back to your doorms, not long after, you did with a smile. She really was a great friend, person, and writer. It was curious for you how she gad opened up about what she liked so quickly after knowing you for barely a whole week. But it was good.

The rest of your day, you enjoyed with one of your many books. Laying in bed with it on your chest, being dragged by the words. That’s why, when a knock sounded on your door, you opened it without checking who it was. Thinking it could be Dina — (or Ellie) — you never looked away from the page you were reading, only finding out who truly was when she spoke for the first time.

“Can we talk?” Abby said. At that moment, you regretted not asking who it was first. It’s been days since you last saw her, and you would be laying to yourself if you say that this wasn’t broking your heart even more, but you tried to ignore.

Holding your breath, you swallowed hard before answering: “No. I… I’m not in the mood for talking right now.” Deep down you wanted it, so when you kept talking, you wanted to slap yourself. “Maybe later.”

Abby stepped closer when you make a move to close the door, quickly trying to stop you. And it worked. “I saw you at the party.” There it comes. “Who is she?”

You raised an eyebrow. She had no right to be there questioning you, as if she deserved something. “I’m surprised you went, you never liked those things.” A small pause, “But I guess I should’ve had imagined, you have changed so much in a short time.”

She bit the inside of her cheek and you knew she was looking for what to say next. “Owen invited me”, And oh… oh.

Of course he did. You felt silly, a completely idiot. She never went with you when you asked, always making sure you knew how much she hated going to these things. But with him, that part never really mattered. “I’m glad he managed to change your mind.”

“He didn’t,” She said quickly. “I hated going there. You know this, Y/n. I… I hated even more when I saw you with her.”

An ironic laugh escaped you and you looked at the ground already feeling the tears filling your waterline, obstructing your vision. Abby was the proudest person you had ever seen and, when she said that, you realized that she was there not because she missed you, or because she wanted to apologize for everything she did, but for some jealousy of seeing you with someone other than her. You had to mourn her for the time she thought it was necessary, waiting until she wanted to come and talk to you correctly. Like at that moment.

It was a cycle that she had created and you couldn’t leave. On other occasions the same had happened, but not like that, with a fight so big as that one. You two have never been more than a few hours without talking to each other, and it’s been a long time.

You started poking your thumb, an attempt to keep everything you felt inside you through the soft pain. “You don’t own me any explanations.”

Abby denied. “I do, yes.“

“Look…” You started, letting transpire in your voice and face how tired you were of going around so many times, only to ended up in the same place. “We had the same conversation that day, you said what you wanted to say, what you felt-“

She interrupted you. “I didn’t.”

“So i am asking you to leave.”

As the last word came out of your mouth, you saw her posture fall. She looked sad, worried and younger, totally vulnerable and open for you. And you hated that you felt yourself softening. “Abby,”

She reached out for you and took your hand. You felt the urge to pull off her grip, but gave up in the last second. “Give me one chance.”

Swallowing, you watched as her fingers went to the inner part of your pulse, and you squeezed your eyebrows together. She was close, so close and God, it was good to feel her there. Your walls and anger were down as soon as she stepped even further after seeing your reaction, her lips touching yours.

And you did no move to push her.

Abby was fully inside of your room and closed the door with her feet while her hands gripped your wrist. You joined your lips more to hers, sighing heavily when you realized that you would not be able to let her out, even if you fought with all your strength against your will. Your arms wrapped around her neck and you two walked blindly to your bed, you sitting on the end while she was still standing in front of you, her back bent the kiss wouldn’t end. And you moaned, a sound that came from the back of your throat that seemed so desperate, wanting. But Abby smiled in enjoyment — (and proud).

Your shirt quickly came out of your body, then the rest of your clothes. She pulled you to the middle of the bed and started to kiss, lick and grope each part of you she could reach. Your noises only got louder, this time being followed by hers. And when her fingers went inside you, touching that spongy place that made you see stars, you felt your body shake with goosebumps. You couldn’t deny it anymore, you loved her and loved the way she made you feel.

You were lost on the fog of your orgasm, your mouth was open, trying to catch air for your lungs. She fell at your side on the bed, one of her arms supporting her head while the other supported yours. With the corner of your eye, you could see the smile she held and turned for her, placing your hand on her chest. You could regret it later, being so close to her, so open, letting yourself go so easily. But at that moment, you couldn’t think of anything else but being with her like that for the rest of your days. That’s why, when the words came out of your mouth, you didn’t stop them.

“I missed you,”

She hummed, taking your chin and pulling you into a light kiss. “Me too.” She said. “It was a torture, being away from you and seeing you with… Ellis… Ellie?”

You licked your lips, feeling her taste. “Ellie. Dina introduced us at that party. She’s great. She showed me the songs she writes today.”

Abby’s face fell into something darker, heavier. Jealousy shone back on her and you sank your nails on her skin, trying to pull her back. You knew that if you allowed it, that moment would turn into a discussion just like the other day or worse. She was territorialist and you hated it, especially after having fought with you because of your jealousy and insecurities. “I don’t like her.”

“Do you like anyone?” You asked, fun shining in your eyes and voice.

She kissed you one, two, three times. “You.” With her statement, you smiled big. Abby stroked your cheek, whispering her next words: “Just… can you stay away from her? For me, please.”

Just like that, your expression twisted in a grimace. “That’s why you’re here? To fuck me and try to say with who you want me to hangout with?” You got up and started to put your clothes back on. “Get out, Anderson.”

She faced you. “She clearly wants you, Y/n.” You laughed indignantly. “I won’t let her fuck with you.”

“Like you did that day? She won’t do it, Abby. And you know why? Because Ellie doesn’t hide what she feel, she doesn’t yell and curse when a problem pops up.” Your chest gasped with your words said in one breath. “Leave, now. You’ve stayed too much already.”

You pointed to the door, lowering your head and listening to her wear her clothes. Abby walked up to you and stopped in front of you. “I fucking tried to do this better. You can’t blame me now.”

How much you hated that situation, to be dragged by those words. The pain you felt before was nothing compared to the one you felt at that moment. “That’s all that matters to you, isn’t it? Making me feel bad so you can go over me?”

“I fucking like you, Y/n! That’s why I don’t want you with her.” Her finger wrapped around a lock of your hair and gave a slight pull.

You walked away and rubbed your hands on your face. “And you show it by trying to put someone I like as a friend away? Just go, Abby.”

“I ain’t giving up on you.”

She left with one last look and you closed the door as soon as she passed through the threshold, sniffling when the tears fell and your body was shaken with strong hiccups. You felt nothing but stupid. You knew that at some point everything would go down, but you didn’t knew it would be so quick, — not after everything.

You really thought that things would settled down, after just a few minutes and a moment with her at the bed. You thought you would go back to spending nights with her, smiling and kissing. Abby could make a fool out of you so easily. Sometimes you think you might hate her.

And this is the end!

I really wish I could write more than 2k but at some point I just start to repeat words/expressions and I have a tick with this. Hope you had enjoyed this ride and be patient with me for part 3 plss it will come out! Thank you for all of your comments!! As always, I’m sorry for any mistake.

taglist: @pinkpanther-44, @elsmissingfingers, @sofi4v13, @bready101, @mattxxamryli.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams smut #ellie williams #abby tlou #tlou part 2 #tlou 2 #tlou

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dragonagegayz · 3 months ago

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Shameless Self Promotion Silly Selacious Sunday (Usually Saturday)

Well, good day my lovely sinners (What are these intros now?)

@pixiedurango has this amazing trend and @alystrin03 tagged me to join and I just love it so here I am!

While I haven't been wildly productive this week due to my schedule now finally becoming full time (YAY! IM GOING TO FINALLY GET A BED FRAME) and general writer's block I have finished some stuff I would love to talk about!

Mainly, I finally finished my Illario/Rook disturbing smut which I wrote in a fervor of horniness and the high of watching interview with a vampire lmao (The show not the movie, let them gays be GAYS)

You can find that here if it tickles your fancy, I would risk putting a blurb down but eh I would like my post not to be hidden lol

Mind the tags!!

Also with that I managed to somewhat get Illario into my game so here's some screenshots of that

And really besides that I have been working on my next EmmOz part, no smut cause again, I really don't want this post to get suppressed but how about some of my description of a person who is based on a few irl people in my life that really piss me off 😀

The name for her isn't based on anyone I actually know just her traits are based off of a few "Friends" I have that really dig into my skin and I needed to get it out via writing

Completely unedited cause I don't wanna lmao sorry if some of it doesn't make sense

The qunari turned over his shoulder and narrowed his eyes, searching through the crowd when his eyes fell to short washed out blue and green hair. His face,against his own will, fell into a frown as he looked down at the owner of the choppy bob. Brown eyes looked up at him with this smugness especially as the owner of said eyes pushed her way past the crowd to siddle up next to the qunari who stepped away as she did. “Penelope,” He dead toned answered. “It’s Oz, you know that.” Lashes fluttered up at him as she stepped closer yet again. He tried to control his grimance. “I knowww but you know I like to give little nicknames, I think it’s cute!” Her voice was high pitched, uppity in a way Rook knew was not her real voice, a show voice for the others around. “Alright well, I don’t like it. I’ve told you that a lot,”He knew his voice was coming across as mean, as assholish but he couldn’t help it, no one knew how to grate his skin like Penelope, it was like a special talent of hers. “Oh Ozzie, you know you love it,” She answered with a giggle, brush her hand against his arm. The qunari looked to the spot she brushed against then back up to her, his frown deepening depsite how hard he tried to keep it nuetral. “Right,” He said with said flatly, looking back up at her. “Any way,” Oz looked her up and down, noting her armor, fully outfitted with eveyrtjing of a full Crow. “Guess you finally got to full Crow?” Her eyes brihgtened, as she gave a smile, spinning aorund to show out her whole armor. “I did! Impressive isn’t it?” She answered, laughing as she did so. “My contract in Nevarra went so well that I got promoted when I returned home!”

‘Really?’ Oz thought.

“IMpressive, right?” Penelope asked, looking for obvious prasie.

The young Mourn Watcher paused for a moment.

He could be an absolute asshole if he wanted to. The way the two met and the things that followed would have been widely embarrassing for the group of Crows to hear. It was happenstance when it occurred, wrong place wrong time for the Fledhing Crow in the Nevarran City, surrounded by undead on all sides when Oz came in, swooping down from an upper level with axe swinging saving her from an untimely death. At first, the qunari found her cute, friendly and obviously in need in some help and guidance around the city. Naturally, as with everyone, he flirted lioght and easy, nothgint too serious, she reciprocated and it was all fun. Then he very quickly learned other wise.

Never had Oz met someone who could so easily deter the conversation to be about themselves. Any thing they talk about, be it the stuff around the city, the qunari and the MOurnwatch, or literally anything else, she walwyas managed to turn the conversation to herself. Which while annoying and was a turn off, didn’t change his mind about helping Pebelope. (Death comes for all eventually after all, some just are shorter than others) Until he witnessed first hand her balanat disrespetc of the dead, for her way of treating them so poorly, as if they were disgusting not once alive souls who could still feel.

Then the way she talked down to him for being upset, saying she knew what she was doing, that she once attended the lecture of one Emmrich Volkarin.

How he called on her speficially to answer so many questions, so many times she was picked as an example by him.

How he had been flirting with him the whole time.

The qunari’s mouth twitched at that thought.

Gods, he could be an asshole if he wanted. He really absolutely could. He could yell and holler about how she treated his lands dead, how he told her the way around or else should would have been stuck going in circles. How he was the one who found her target and managed to keep a look out for her, actually capturing the target after she let him get away. How she tried and failed to preform a certain Nevvaraan rite she claimed came from Professor Volkarin.

BUt, Rook thought of Emmrich, of his lvoer’s soft gaze and the excepatation of the actions of a leader. It wasn’t as if he wanted Oz to change, but he wanted the wunari to be the best he could be even against all the odds. And the warrior knew what the best of himself was, helping people, being the one to do the important, though jpobs for people. To be the mature one, to be the one in control of his emotions and care for people.

All people, unfortunately.

Forgot to tag but Im just gonna tag my lovely friend @adhd-riddled-crow <3

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spaceteafox · 6 months ago

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Figured I’d put the idea out in the world while I’m working on it: Mouthwashing FNAF au

(Disclaimer: if you get hate J*mmy with every fiber of your being then this au is NOT for you so proceed with caution because it’s very J*mmy-centric. Keep yourselves safe, besties 🫶 I hope you have a lovely day.)

Anyways, Pony Express and Freddy Fazbear’s (as a franchise not just the one restaurant) both have horrendous working conditions and I’m flabbergasted that we haven’t explored the idea of putting the Tulpar crew into Freddie’s.

The general concept is this: Polle’s Pizza Place (or Pizza Stable idk yet) is this little family arcade that sells pizza and hosts birthdays and whatever, real typical Chuck E. Cheese knock off place y’know. Jimmy has been going there since he could figure out how house keys worked and that’s where he meets Curly.

Since I’m actually writing this au and right now I don’t wanna say too much about it but I do wanna talk about the animatronics I came up with for it.

Is Polle and Friends a stupid name for the band or do we like it?

That aside, Polle isn’t actually an animatronic in the restaurant; he’s a walk around mascot that an unlucky employee gets to play (I just know that costume reeks). The other four animatronics are as follows (sorry I only have ugly sketches of them rn also I don’t have a sketch of the last animatronic 😖 also im bad at names so expect nothing good):

Henry Horse

Meant to be a leader-like character among Polle’s friends (despite the restaurant and cartoon being named after Polle)

Prefers to maintain the peace rather than pick sides in conflict

Goes along with whatever crazy scheme Polle comes up with

In the actual animatronic band he plays guitar and sings

Rosemary Ram (also often called Rosie Sheep)

Meant to be very motherly

Super supportive of her friends and loves taking care of them

Despite her sweet demeanor she does have a moments in the cartoon where she stands up for herself and her friends by absolutely verbally destroying whoever is messing with them (there are in universe compilation’s of these clips)

In the band she plays the bass and sings with Henry

Danny Dog

Meant to be the reckless one among Polle’s friends

Originally when he was introduced parents were concerned about his role in the cartoon due to the fact that he was constantly getting into trouble and his friends just laughed it off (except for Rosie and the next character I’m gonna talk about). At some point they tried to replace him but everyone hated the alternative character so much that the episode it was introduced in became lost media

Very beloved among children due to his wagging tail and silly expressions

He plays the drums

Samuel Swan (I’m so sorry I don’t have a drawing)

Meant to be the most mature of Polle’s friends

Scolds the others for their antics a lot but it’s because he’s a grumpy old bird who cares a lot

Least favorite among children despite the animatronic being designed to look super huggable

He plays piano

The lost episode character was gonna be named Buddy Bear and his whole thing was gonna be about safety. The episode he was introduced (and lost) in was called “Always bring a Buddy” and the plot followed Polle and Henry getting lost in the woods where they meet Buddy who then acts like he’s known Henry his whole life. The point of the episode was to show the importance of making friends and sticking close to friends in dangerous situations but the writers of the episode were underpaid and unmotivated so Buddy came off as clingy and kind of creepy. Suffice to say he was hated by children and parents alike.

In case you haven’t noticed all of the animatronics are meant to mirror a character in actual Mouthwashing. This is an important plot point later because Jimmy, despite pretending to hate the cartoon once he and Curly are in middle school, watches the Polle and Friends cartoon religiously and when Curly makes new friends he starts to associate them with the characters in the cartoon. Since this is inspired by FNAF, yeah they’re absolutely getting stuffed into the animatronic that they’ve been kin-assigned by Jimmy. Most of the au takes place between their child years and their highschool years. The more Fnaf-esc stuff (haunted animatronics and all that) takes place when Jimmy is an adult though.

Sorry for rambling but I’d love to hear anyone’s thoughts or opinions on this

#Mouthwashing #mouthwashing game #jimmy mouthwashing #daisuke mouthwashing #curly mouthwashing #anya mouthwashing #swansea mouthwashing #mouthwashing au #Mouthwashing FNAF au

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ssweeterthanfiction · 6 months ago

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A Nonsense Christmas

billy dunne x fem!reader

masterlist.

When you had heard the label wanted you to do a musical comedy Christmas special, you were over the moon! Everything had been going so well, your album was chatting well, you were getting interviews, photoshoots, everything you’ve ever wanted. So of course you said yes immediately.

You went all out. Writing a little Christmas album with 5 original songs and 1 cover. You also invited a bunch of your personal celebrity friends! Including the band.

Sure it took some convincing, but after Teddy mentioned how much money each person would receive…they were more than happy to participate.

The set was bustling with activity, tons of fake snow, huge candy canes, and other props were being constantly brought in and off of set. The band was in awe of everything. Except Billy. He thought it was all a little…silly. He was one of the world’s best rockstars, he could be spending his time anywhere else. Besides, it’s not like he likes Christmas. Growing up, he never got the picture perfect Christmas like everyone else did. But he’s forced to be here. But he couldn’t help but feel his heart do little flips when he heard you laughing and gush over everything.

“Billy! You’re here!”

Billy smiles as he sees you in your gorgeous red gown, “Of course I’m here…Teddy did promise a check in return” he laughs. You roll your eyes, “Yea okay…well I’m about to start, you and the band can go over there and watch! If- if you want.”

Billy smiles and pulls you close to his side, “Course we’re gonna watch,” he kisses your cheek, “Knock em dead babydoll.”

He pats your butt playfully and winks as he walks away. The rest of the band, plus Billy, all stand in the crowd as you began your performance of “buy me presents”. Billy grins, he can’t help but think you look so pretty singing and dancing up on stage.

And when it finally comes time for the band to perform with you, Billy’s whole mood changes. Throughout the whole performance of ‘Jingle Bell Rock’, he smiles and laughs as you stick reindeer antlers on every one of the band members and a Santa hat on his head. After the song ends, his heart warms as you laugh.

“That was great you guys!” you say as you walk backstage. While everyone walks with you, Billy slings his arm around your shoulders and kisses your cheek. “You were great babydoll.” You smile and laugh, Billy’s heart beats a little quicker.

After a few more performances, the grand finale comes around, a duet of ‘Baby It’s Cold Outside’ with Billy.

The stylists had dressed him in a stylish black suit and they had dressed you a short red velvet dress.

Sparks were flying while you two sang. With every shoulder nudge, every laugh, every time you shared the microphone and got close, everyone could feel the chemistry between the two of you. Everyone could see why you two fit so well together.

But when rewatching the tape for the special…no one understood how your relationship could’ve went so wrong if you guys looked so in love.

a/n: merry (LATE) Christmas to all that celebrate! i’m so sorry this is so short, idk why but like, everytime i like tried to actually write them performing the songs it was like SO CRINGY IDK AMHEJEMEKSMJ

uhhh glimpse of us is taking a while to write cause im kinda having writers block, BUT IM REALLY TRYING

#billy dunne x reader #billy dunne #billy dunne fic #djats x reader #djats fic #djats #isa’s thoughts

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half-dead-writer · 7 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/half-dead-writer/765380870575161344/do-we-fuck-with-patelgraves-patelgraves-frotting?source=share

me again, i didnt think far enough ahead and i didnt expect a reply uh, do whatever you please with the prompt i guess :3 i read the rules after and realised its an x reader only blog so you can have it x reader too if you want i got too silly and let the demons win by asking im sorry LMAO

At first I was writing my own thing but realized it would fit to Anon's ask sooo here you go! Gideon's relationship with Julie is up for reader's interpretation whether he's not dating her, in an open relationship, or maybe even cheating on her if you're into that who am I to tell u?? one important thing tho is that it's NOT supposed to be a non-con fic - they all CONSENT, they wanna fuck each other aight?? Both Matthew and Y/N probably had some sus moments with Gideon previously but now since they're in a relationship there was never any talk of "hey um actually have u ever considered dating Gideon too??" simply cuz the topic never came and not like either of em had the guts to admit they think Gideon is hot this was supposed to be just a hot scenario of all of you three fucking after doing something risky but I took into consideration Gideon's character (also included the part about cameras only because I think it'd be in his style to do so) and how serious the situation would be IRL - HOWEVER, this is fiction, and aside acknowledging the possibility of Gideon blackmailing you, I wouldn't even call it dubcon. If Matthew or the reader refused, I didn't intend to write Gideon who would actually proceed with the blackmailing, it would just be an awkward situation for all of you. Fortunately it isn't! well now that's out of the way enjoy the self indulgence

It's Worth The Risk (NSFW)

You got invited to Gideon's party, you and Matthew get frisky in the middle of it, Gideon catches you, spontaneous threesome happens

characters: Matthew Patel, Gideon Graves (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off)

words: ~8,2k

reader: gender-neutral

warnings: brief degradation kink mentioned, drunk sex, being walked in on, voyeurism (?), public sex, overstimulation, crack treated seriously?? no beta

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

A few years of working for Gideon brought you many things. Mostly money, but also a lot of time to teach yourself how to be patient, even at the worst moments. Being his assistant, you were by his side almost 24/7, you were pretty sure you knew him better than most people, saw him in his glory days and even when he fell down from grace as Matthew took everything away from him. Seeing Gideon lose all of his possessions was pretty shocking, especially when you got to witness your boss hanging from the rooftop, being overpowered by a man he used to call weak. Even though their combat happened mostly out of your sight, them fighting all over the facility and all, you couldn't deny worries began to flood your head the moment Matthew dared to challenge him. Gideon, used to being the one in charge, didn't even think of a potential loss from his side. He underestimated the odds, and suddenly he was left with nothing in the span of a few minutes.

Even though Gideon was a professional asshole, you didn't know what to expect from Matthew Patel. He probably wouldn't be as much of a menace as Gideon, but still, your boss changing was not something you expected. After just a few days, you noticed how clueless Matthew was as a CEO. He obviously didn't have the experience and it showed with how much money he lost in a single day. Given no choice, he reluctantly had to ask you for some guidance. Seeing him lowering to your level gave you much more confidence, which helped your overall image of him. He wasn't a big, scary boss anymore, but something of an acquaintance. The acquaintance status soon changed to a friend, and then a friend changed to a boyfriend.

Fast forward to today, your life turned out to be pretty great. Instead of being an assistant, having to tolerate Gideon's antics all day, your only duty was to be a stay-at-home-partner for Matthew, who was now a Broadway star. Aside of him having to leave on tours, you were pretty happy.

★ ★ ★

Receiving a letter with both your and Matthew's name on it would not be so shocking if it wasn't from the Gideon himself. He had invited you both on a party, something about all exes gathering together and just having a good time at his headquarters. He already went thru the trouble of getting back all of his empire from Matthew legally, but he had to make a point, throwing a big get-together to show them all of his regained power under the pretext of wanting to catch up. You acknowledged Gideon was a big part of your life, even if nowadays he was just a mere face on countless posters and magazines. It was pretty surprising when he seemingly confirmed to have the same opinion about you, bothering to include you along with Matthew in the invitation. Perhaps he allowed all of the exes to bring a plus one to the event?

Turns out, he didn't.

Arriving at the place in your nicest outfits, neither you nor Matthew noticed anyone else along with the other exes. Perhaps Gideon just had the courtesy to invite his former assistant due to all the years you worked for him, as much as it was out of character for him. You didn't have a reason to complain, even if Gideon wanted to flaunt with all his possessions, who were you to turn down free food and booze?

Although it was a bit awkward at first, the party was a nice change of pace. Happening in the Chaos Theater, it had all the necessities needed for a party. A big, open dancefloor, a barman, loud music and couple of electric faces. You were thankful he didn't go as far as to include a cage dancer into the package, knowing it was a regular occurence from your time as a worker in G-Man's media. Both you and Matthew had to agree - it was a good time. Especially when the alcohol began to properly course through your veins. Seeing Matthew on the dancefloor was probably the highlight of your day, he was in his element, even if other exes had a good laugh about his (more than charming to you) moves.

Exhausted from all the dancing and having too many drinks, you had to remove yourself for a moment, disappearing into the bathroom after giving Matthew a quick heads up about your whereabouts. He nodded, choosing to occupy a free space on the nearby couch as he waited for your return. Seeing the party bustling with life, he was far from being bored of it yet, but the slowly rising buildup in his abdomen was getting really distracting. He should've foreseen this would happen.

Due to Matthew's recent musical hit, your relationship didn't have much time for any intimate moments. Of course, previously, that didn't bother him, the importance of his plays overshadowed any need for sexual release, he simply paid no mind it. Unfortunately, the drinks seemed to bring these nasty thoughts out and he feared his body would soon start to betray him.

He really didn't wanna think about it. The night was going great, he didn't wanna ruin it by being a perv. Subconsciously beginning to tap his foot, his mind raced with every possible thing to distract himself with. Work. Musicals. Anything that would still entertain him while staying as far away from the topic as possible. Unfortunately, nothing worked. All of the thoughts just seemed... annoying. Curse his undignified body for forcing him to go through this embarrassment.

Having enough time to think over his options, he finally deducted - he had to talk to you. Yes, it was embarrassing, but he trusted you. The night was still young, but perhaps he'd be able to convince you to go back home, as rude as it would be to the other guests. He mentally blamed himself for having such a low alcohol tolerance. He really wanted to be focused on the party and everything else going on, but the itch inside persisted with determination. He had to get himself together.

Scanning the crowd, your figure managed to hit his eyes just before you emerged from the corridor leading from the bathroom. He approached quickly, pulling you gently onto the side, hidden from the other guests. What was he even gonna say? He looked at you with something akin to fear, gaining a worried head tilt in response.

"Is something wrong?" You asked, fully taking into consideration the way his brows furrowed with anxiety. It was unlike him.

"Um... actually, yeah." He avoided your piercing gaze, uncomfortably scratching the back of his neck. He balanced his weight on his foot, swinging on one side as he tried to push out his next words. His stare bored onto the wall before him, as if looking for the answer that would magically form in it.

"You know how... we- we didn't really do anything, uh, in bed, recently?" He muttered out at just enough volume for you to hear him.

"...Yeah?" You questioned further, cocking your brow.

"I'm- I-" He stuttered, the words just refused to eloquently be put into a clear sentence, "I would- really wanna go home, and... D-Do something about it. Like right now."

You stare added even less confidence to his already tipped off nerves, feeling as if he was just caught robbing a bank, and the surprised chuckle hitting his ears after was just the cherry on top. He was about to sputter more explanatory rambles until he was cut off by the gentle tone of your voice.

"My plan was to throw myself at you right after we arrived home after the party, so I get what you mean." You smiled, amused at the red that coated his cheeks after his confession. "But the party just started-"

"I- I know!" He exclaimed in annoyance, clenching his fists, embarrassed and under the impression you didn't take his words seriously. "But you just look so pretty tonight, and I don't want the others laughing at me when I can't control what my own body does!" He softened his features after a moment, they were harshened by the scrunch of shame on his face.

Tapping his foot as a way to calm himself down, he continued. "It's embarrassing." He muttered, the sentence feeling wrong on his tongue. "I feel like a damn teenager."

"Okay, okay, calm down," you took his face into your hands, reassuring him. "Let me think."

You couldn't deny, you were in a similar situation, but the urge wasn't as strong as Matthew's. You did your best to occupy yourself and wait for the main event later. But now, your boyfriend coming up to you with such a request pushed your lust up to the surface, and you couldn't ignore the thought of doing something right this moment seemed very appealing. Taking a second to respond, you thought of all the possible solutions in your mind. The party was blooming, catching up with the rest of the exes was fun, especially when their personalities shined more with the alcohol added into the mix. You didn't wanna leave yet, but you also didn't wanna go home, you probably wouldn't have the strength to come back, and it would be hard for you to explain your momentary disappearance.

Pouting your lip, you hummed in thought. You knew what you were gonna say was a stupid idea, but you decided to do it anyway. It was worth to get a second opinion.

"...What if we'd be quick about it?"

Matthew's face contorted into shock right after he heard you. "What?" He had to ask, the reply seemed too outrageous to be serious. "Here??"

The bashfulness soon overtook your face, smiling with just a bit of shyness after being met with such a response. "...Yeah. I- kinda wondered how it'd be like." You felt the need to clarify.

"B- But- Won't the others be wondering where we are??" He struggled to keep his composure, his eyes still conveying the everpresent nervousness, yet now also showing something else. Spark of interest, maybe?

"Not if we hurry up. Then we'll say I was getting you some fresh air after you got sick from the alcohol." You made your plan on the spot, an easy excuse.

"Wait, why would I be sick so soon?" He said before fully processing his question. Your look made him quickly rethink your idea. It's true, if anyone at the party were to be sick at the start of it, it would be Matthew. Sighing, he had to agree with you. "Okay, maybe that would work. B-But where...?"

"Hm... The bathroom seems too risky. Someone could come in." Instinctively, you looked both ways, expecting someone to ruin your perfect plan. Thankfully the corridor was still empty and quiet in contrast to the muffled music coming from the end of it.

"...What if we searched for some private room?" Matthew suggested meekly. "Gideon has some of those, right? I saw them... I never knew why does he need so many rooms when he only uses half of them. It just makes the place look bigger than it actually is." He thought, recalling his brief as a CEO.

"No, he keeps them closed," you disappointingly brought up the fact you remembered from working as Gideon's assistant. "But... He doesn't lock his office."

Matthew tilted his head in disbelief. "Really?"

You nodded. "Yeah. I don't really know why, but I've seen him leave it open. He doesn't bother to close them, I always had to do it for him."

"Well- If you think that's a good idea..." He looked around, freshly filled with anticipation. Even though it was a very stupid idea, one that could backfire very easily, you ignored the possible repercussions, mind clouded with adolescent-like excitement of doing something risky.

Taking Matthew's hand, you tried to refresh your memory of a path to Gideon's office. You knew the way pretty well, being forced to go through it everyday back when it was your job to do so. Would it really be so easy? Or would Gideon add to your misfortune by locking the doors on this particular night? Thinking about it, you hardly seen him mingling at the party. He was there for sure, you caught some glimpses of him interacting with other people, but somehow, you and Matthew haven't spoken to him since you entered the building. You really hoped he wouldn't be standing in the doorway, just waiting for you to make the wrong move and enter the room. You decided to blame it on the alcohol paranoia for both of your sake. Even if he did catch you, you could think up some sort of excuse, right? Reaching your hand towards the doorknob, your question was about to be answered.

And... The doors let out a satisfying click. No Gideon in sight upon letting the doors part even more. Sighing with relief, you entered the room. Matthew looked around, familiar with the place. He switched on the lamp laying on Gideon's desk. It provided a dim light, perfect for staying inconspicuous. It shouldn't be as visible from under the doors.

Matthew's sight remained on you, searching for further instructions. He wanted to do everything and nothing at all, the intensity of the situation getting to him. He was nervous, but his mind begged to finally touch you. Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you approached closer, started the fun with a kiss, pressing your lips into him with a hurry in your movements. You had to be quick, after all.

Matthew's muffled moan at the sudden speed sounded beautiful, only fueling your need to have him. He got lightly pressed into a wall, your hand brushed over his chest, feeling it rise and fall rapidly. His hands grabbed your hips, eagerly wanting to feel more of you. No matter where. His touch felt electric, the alcohol only intensified the already steamy moment. Nothing mattered, not even the possibility of being caught, fully covered by the way Matthew's lips felt on yours. It was a thrilling experience, as selfish as it was.

The passionate kisses soon turned into a clumsy dance of tongues, the hesitant yet desperate touches replaced by the need to feel the skin hiding under the fabric of your clothes. The way Matthew squirmed with each brush of your fingers on his bare stomach was intoxicating, even more than the alcohol. It didn't take long for you to feel the noticeable tent poking your leg. Not taking a break from mixing saliva with him, your other hand palmed the neglected spot. He whined, finally feeling a bit of release. He was almost aching, and your hand was just the thing he needed.

Continuously assaulting the place, your lips moved lower, feeling bold enough to take your kisses onto his neck. He shivered, leaning onto the cold wall behind him. His legs felt wobbly and his entire body was on fire. You just knew how to rile him up with almost no effort. Of course, you made sure to not leave any hickeys, or else your story wouldn't be so believable. His nails started to lightly dig into your skin softly, not being able to contain himself when all he perceived was you teasing him. His pelvis moved on it's own, grinding onto your hand with embarrassing need.

Swiftly unbuckling his belt, you reached into his pants. He held back the volume of his sound as he felt you slowly jerk your hand. The stiffness and warmth felt illegal in your grasp, only adding to the fire rising in both of you. He rested his chin onto your shoulder, breathing out almost pornographical, quiet moans into your ear. Alcohol loosened him up to the point even most embarrassing noises travelled across the room. Him turning vocal was a turn on for sure, but you had to remind him of the situation at hand.

"Try to be quieter, love," you whispered, deliberately brushing your thumb over the head.

"Nff," he bit his lip. "Y- You're making it really difficult..."

He took a moment to calm down his panting, huffing out his plea, "...I- I need you so bad."

His words were raw, sincere. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Not being able to hold yourself any longer, you grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him onto the chair near the desk.

You got onto his lap, grinding your crotch against his still clothed dick. You just had to get some friction. Matthew grabbed your hips again, panting shallowly as your bodies did the work of granting you pleasure. The spinning chair rocked slightly under your weight, but the thought of it breaking didn't even cross your mind. Hopefully, it wouldn't.

"...H-Hold on, I'll take off my pants." You panted out, feeling your underwear already getting ruined. Well, you'd have to deal with it later. He frantically nodded his head. Getting off of him for a second, you quickly lowered your pants along with your underwear. In the meantime, Matthew made it easier for you by taking himself out of his boxers.

Granted a couple of seconds to take in his environment, he looked around. Was he really gonna do this? Have sex in Gideon's office, while at his party? He once sat in this exact chair, so maybe it wasn't that bad, despite everything? Yeah, no, it was totally out of place. And the worst thing is, he enjoyed this situation. Perhaps it was his ego, poking out from the depths of his drunken mind, as if doing that would show Gideon who's still the boss, or maybe it was the possibility of beight caught, exposed as a pathetic loser who can't keep it in his pants even for a minute. Of course, if only the latter wouldn't destroy his whole reputation. Admitting to himself he had a slight degradation kink sounded much easier while intoxicated.

Getting thrown off from his train of thought by feeling your weight back on him, he let out a soft gasp. All of his previous ruminating being drowned by your body pressing against him, lower half feeling the familiar sensation of your bare skin. Preparing yourself accordingly with a bit of spit, you waited for the moment where you'd finally connect.

With bated breath, Matthew's hands on your hips lowered along with your bottom half. Both of you let out the held back exhales, adjusting to the sudden warmth and pressure. You finally felt him inside. It was wrong, which only added to the intensity of the act. With his mouth parted, Matthew watched as your pelvis moved, slowly at first, gaining speed after some a few humps. It felt good, but it wasn't enough. The pleasure was constant, yet not quick enough for you to achieve your climax in a timely manner under the current circumstances. You cursed mentally, placing both of your hands on Matthew's shoulder for support.

"...We probably should have just gone home," you panted out, not fully regretting your decision, yet suddenly too aware of the potential risk.

"You think?" Matthew deadpanned, not able to stop staring at your moving body. He knew it as well, but wasn't willing to break whatever you two had started.

You chuckled weakly. "Not like I dare to stop now, though..." The situation was bizarre, yet somehow very connecting. Like doing a crime together. Which probably was true. You weren't really sure. At least you weren't doing it in a random stranger's bedroom, but it still spoke poorly of your morality. You'd have to make it up to Gideon somehow, even if preferably, he would never hear about it. It would leave a bad taste in your mouth if you didn't. Even more so considering the fact you used to have a crush on this guy.

"...I love you so much-" You rambled, feeling the need to voice your thoughts. In return, you heard a chuckle of his own, the flustered kind.

"I love you too," he responded with a tired smile on his face, closing his eyes as he tried to focus on the sensations, all too ready for the orgasm to hit him, yet still being so far in sight. "Your body, your everything- You're just, perfect-"

The praise coming from Matthew's mouth pushed you to envelop your lips on his once more, interlocked in a passionate kiss. At least this way both of your moans would be muffled.

Opening up your eyes to an alarming noise, your stare fell onto the door. With the way you were sitting, you had a clear vision, directly at it. And what you saw almost made you faint.

"Yoohoo~ Am I interrupting something?" With an expression that slowly morphed from disinterest to amusement, Gideon leaned against the door frame, arms crossed in an unimpressed display of dominance. He got you. You were officially fucked.

Caught like a mouse in a trap, you felt the lump forming in your throat, stopping you from making any sound. You lifted your hips, too embarrassed to keep sitting on Matthew. His head whipped back the second he heard the familiar voice, even if the chair was covering most of his view.

"GIDEON?!" He shouted, harshly digging his fingers into you out of shock. He could officially die now. He even went as far as to go back to the time they both fought for the league. He had troubles deciding what would be worse, if he would have lost that time, or the exact circumstances he found himself in right now. He should have seen it coming, and he knew that. Only thing he forgot to do was get prepared for this to happen.

Gideon only snickered in return, closing the doors behind him to not make a commotion out of the current conundrum.

"Fuck, Gideon, I-" Your compromised position, still resting on Matthew, only fueled your desire to vanish. "W-We're so sorry, we shouldn't-"

Seeing the smug smile on his face felt even worse than being outright yelled at. That meant he enjoyed seeing you struggle, and you knew it. But maybe if he wasn't mad, the outcome wouldn't be as punishing as you initially expected.

"I see you both really enjoy the party, huh?" He clicked degradingly with his tongue, getting closer to the chair you occupied. "I really didn't take you'd have that much audacity, yet here we are."

You didn't really know what to do. Should you get up? The way you sat made you somewhat covered, with your bodies bent in a way that would hide at least a bit of the shameful display away from Gideon, mostly thanks to the chair's back.

"We- I'm sorry, we will see ourselves out," you submissively admitted your defeat, not wanting to be put on the spot anymore. You lost. Preparing for the shameful scurry, you tried to get off the chair.

"Hey, hey, why the rush?" He leaned his hand on the top of it, looking you straight in the face as he narrowed his eyes with a grin that fully expressed the power he had over you right now. Matthew flinched. It felt like a life and death situation, even if you had a spark of hope Gideon would take mercy on you and not babble about it to the whole crew. You learned your lesson. "Didn't the fun just start?"

You were flabbergasted. Did you understand him right? Did he know how long you two were here? Did he see you both coming here and decided to just... not do anything?

"...What?" You said, anxious for the other man's response.

The confidence in his chuckle made you feel even smaller than before. "Oh, lovebirds, nothing goes unnoticed by me in here. I own this place."

"B-But how-" You meekly continued, too shocked to stop the words from spilling.

"Cameras, baby." His response was too quick and nonchalant for your liking.

"In here??" You almost shouted back, feeling Matthew tensing underneath you. He let you continue the convo, too stunned to voice his own thoughts.

"There's no need for shouting. Yes, in here." He emphasized the last words. "I keep all the corners of my facilities covered."

Physically, you felt really warm. Not only from the blood rushing to your cheeks, but your whole body felt painfully hot. Like riding a rollercoaster and plummeting down. The time felt like it stopped, dreadfully extending each second. Getting caught by Gideon with no evidence of it happening was bad enough, but having it recorded was crossing the line. You knew Gideon, and it was obvious to you how serious this situation could be. He was an asshole. Getting blackmailed with a sextape was not something you fancied on a stupid Friday night. However, you were strongly prepared for this reality to become true with the next sentence that would fall out of his mouth.

"Y- You can't!" Matthew suddenly spoke up, not as worried for himself as he was for you. He could not let this happen. "Don't you dare show it to anyone! I'm serious!" He threatened, fully aware how little his words would affect Gideon's already established plan.

"Woah, buddy, calm down." He looked down, towering above the sitting Matthew. "I'm not here to blackmail you or anything. Don't worry, I'll make sure no one will be able to see your moment of weakness."

"Y- You're not?" You said with hesitance, not fully trusting Gideon was telling the truth.

"Even though you massively disrespected me with your little mishap here, I'm willing to forgive and forget. Let bygones be bygones, you know? I'm not such a bad guy, after all." He spoke effortlessly, staring at your slowly changing expression as he explained.

"So- You're just gonna let us go and delete the recording, like that?" You dared to ask.

"Just so we're clear. I didn't do anything for this to happen. That's all on you. Clearly, I'm the victim in this situation. So, I think a favor would be fine for me to ask in return, don't you think?" He smirked, knowing how much of your attention clung to the words he was saying.

"What favor?" Matthew asked, staring at Gideon warily from his compromised position. His imagination ran wild with all the things Gideon could force you to do, and it wasn't pretty. Even though all of the exes, specifically Matthew and Gideon, were now friends, he knew how far Gideon could go to humiliate someone that went against him.

"Oh, I don't know, some favor I'll think of in the near future. Whenever I'll need something from either of you." He stopped for dramatics, seeing how the cogs in your brain turned. "Or, we could all do something about it today and move on with our lives. Your choice, really." He shrugged, leaving you the time to process what he just said.

"What? What do you mean, do something today?" You asked, almost too afraid to speculate.

The light reflected in Gideon's glasses, accentuating his growing, cocky grin. "Let me join the fun."

The moment Gideon finally disclosed what was on his mind would probably stay with you until your death. Both you and Matthew had to process what was being said to you. Did Gideon just offer to have a damn threesome?

"Tick-tock, sweethearts, I still plan to get back to the party." He obnoxiously looked at the nonexistent watch on his wrist.

Matthew's lips felt dry, but he was finally able to utter something back, escaping the incapacitating shock that held him previously.

"I won't do anything Y/N isn't okay with!" He furrowed his brows and rushed with his response, expectantly looking at you after. Not being comfortable with the sudden spotlight thrown at you, you spoke just as quickly.

"I-" The words stuck in your throat, the situation turning into a different shade of stressful.

It'd be a lie if you said you didn't imagine fucking your former boss, as much as that thought embarrassed you while working for him. He was chasing Ramona, not you. Having a crush on a person who wasn't interested was pathetic enough, so you just muted this part of you. Not like you believed Gideon could sincerely reciprocate the affection, there would be an obvious power imbalance. Then things changed, you got to know Matthew, he made you feel all bubbly inside, and there was no shame that came with that. You stopped working for him as soon as you both started dating. Gideon fell from his first place as your love interest, and now, he was offering you the thing you'd accept in a heartbeat not that long ago? The fate played tricks on you. The trick being, you were inclined to accept. It would probably be the first and last time you ever got to fulfill this wish of yours, as bad as the current circumstances were. Perhaps it was due to the alcohol, or maybe the relief knowing you weren't completely screwed that made you more susceptible to his suggestion. The only thing that worried you was how Matthew would react. Would he take it as breaking his trust? You still loved him, more than your silly fantasy of fucking Gideon, and you had to make sure you were on the same page

"W-Well, how about you?" You looked at him, avoiding the obvious elephant in the room regarding this question. "Would you be fine with this?"

His mouth remained opened for a brief while before he put his vocal chords to use. "I- If you are, then... I guess I would be inclined to do it... too." He said, or moreso asked, not totally sure of the words spilling out of him. His sight nervously jumped around, not focusing on anything else in particular. He wanted it too, yet shared a similar worry.

"Are you sure? Like, honestly sure?" Your gaze remained on Matthew, searching for any sign of being pushed. He was your biggest fan and would even punch the 3rd hole in the moon if only you asked for it, so you knew how much power your opinion in the situation mattered. However, you did not want him to feel forced with the decision, only because you wanted to experiment.

He swallowed a hefty dose of saliva before replying. "Yes, I'm sure. It'd be just a favor, like Gideon said, right...?"

"No strings attached. I wouldn't want to cause problems in your lovely relationship. Think of it as a... bonding experience. For all of us." Gideon coaxed, a sly grin remained on his face. He knew he would get what he wants.

You coughed awkwardly, trying to clear your throat. "Well- I- I guess, then... we... accept...? I-If we can stop at any time." It was hard to formulate words when the emotions raced like wild horses. Was it excitement, anticipation, fear, both?

"Oh, of course, that goes without saying," he purred, lightly leaning with both hands on the chair you both sat on.

"Well, now that it's established... Get the hell off my chair." His tone changed into a harsh annoyance, forcing you both to finally stand up. "I will hold you accountable if you break it."

Both of you uttered a quiet and hurried sorry, standing out like sore thumbs, halfly naked. Neither of you knew what to do, pushing Gideon to do something about it. He considered your lack of direction pathetic, but cute with how easy it would be to mold you. He thrived on telling people what to do. Coming closer to his desk, he looked at the papers laying on it's available surface before throwing them off of it with a quick swipe of his hand. Guess they weren't that important.

He patted the now unobstructed space on the desk. "Y/N, if you would."

Halfly unsure, you trusted your reasoning that he wanted you to sit on it. It was a correct assumption. Gideon went behind it, facing your back. Matthew watched, trying to decode what he had in mind. Suddenly, Gideon grabbed your shoulders, swiftly pulling you to lay on your back. Seeing the ceiling made you flinch, until Gideon made an effort to explain what's happening.

"You, pretty thing, don't have to do anything. Just stay still." He looked at you from above, enjoying to the fullest the way you reacted to his pet-name. "Your boyfriend will take care of you, won't he?" He looked at Matthew, who felt more than clueless.

He was just in the middle of fucking you, but felt too embarrassed to continue doing it while Gideon was watching. He knew he would get carried away with his sounds if he did so, and it was too early into your newly formed situationship for him to be comfortable enough to do so.

"...C- Can I at least sit on the chair?" He asked meekly, already settled on what he was about to do.

Gideon raised his brow, thinking about it for a moment before he allowed it with a brief nod of his head. "Go ahead."

Spreading your legs, Matthew scooted closer, now sitting comfortably on the cursed chair that would surely fall apart any minute, if only Gideon hadn't stopped you in time. At least that's what his thought process was with how fearful Gideon's words made him about it.

"...What are you- Oh-" You were about to ask, until you felt Matthew's tongue brush against your groin. Feeling the kitten licks starting to build up something in your abdomen made your face contort into expressions you were too embarrassed to think about in Gideon's presence. You had to hold yourself back from squirming. Gideon, on the other hand, was clearly pleased with the action happening before his eyes. Hearing the faint sounds of a belt being messed with, it didn't take you long to notice his almost fully standing erection pressing against your cheek. It seemed pretty big, at least from the upside down angle. Did he get excited in such a short span of time or did you just not notice it before?

"I don't think I have to tell you what to do?" Gideon looked at you expectantly, adjusting himself so he'd have an easy access to your mouth. Hesitantly, you parted your lips. He shoved himself into you, slowly at first. He thrusted his hips, exhaling contently as your mouth covered half of dick. Saliva pooled at the corner of your lips, it was hard to focus on correct breathing while Matthew busied himself between your legs. Fortunately, Gideon was kind enough to notice that, not pushing you too much in the moment where you were still acquainting yourself with the situation.

Matthew occupied his whole attention with making sure he was pleasing you right, even if Gideon using you at the same time was making him emotions he didn't think he had in himself. He didn't even touch himself, as if waiting for someone's (this someone being Gideon) permission to do it. He wanted to be good. Hearing your soft, muffled moans sent jolts of electricity right to his dick, which was just begging to be touched - a big contrast to how not too long ago it threatened to get flaccid.

Feeling the licks of Matthew's tongue on your sensitive nerves while having your mouth used felt almost overstimulating. You let out weak whimpers, not able to control the sounds escaping you. Gideon, seeing how much you've grown accustomed to the manhandling, let himself increase the pace, shoving his cock an inch deeper with each roll of his hips. You closed your eyes, fully letting both boys work their way towards your orgasm. As much as it was degrading, you liked how Gideon took charge. You didn't really have that experience with Matthew, as your sex was usually pretty vanilla and passionate, mostly from his side.

Not stopping his movements, Gideon kept his composure while speaking up.

"Enjoying yourself?" He looked at your face, seeing how you opened your eyes once he started talking, "I knew this was what you wanted."

Of course, with mouth full of dick, you weren't really in a position to respond, nor wanted to give him the satisfaction of your honest opinion.

"Even when you were working for me. You probably wished this happened sooner, huh? On this desk." He pushed himself deeper. "I've seen you staring at me with those eyes." He mused, moreso to himself.

Matthew raised his head a bit, hearing Gideon's rambling was pushing it a bit, given both you and him were now in a relationship. Gideon noticed this little change of scenery, and was quick to add,

"Don't worry, Matthew. Y/N isn't the only one I had my eyes on." He shot him a knowing glance, the sentence rolling off his tongue effortlessly. He had no trace of embarrassment on his face, fully knowing the outcome of his confession.

Unsure what to do with this unexpected information, Matthew opted for burying his head between your thighs once more, blush coating his cheeks. He wanted to argue, to say Gideon's flattery wouldn't work on him, but unfortunately, it did. Even though he felt jealous, he let it slide. Gideon noticed that, feeling his grin grow wider. He had both of you right where he wanted, and it only added to his ego.

You didn't have time to ponder his words, nearing closer to the finish. The wet sounds, the speed at which Gideon and Matthew were going, it was all just too much. Matthew insisted on licking that one, particular spot that quickly rose the tension in your muscles. Your legs began to shake, your whole body squirmed on that wooden desk. Gideon saw the opportunity to hear your moan, unobstructed, quickly pulling himself out of your lips. You'd be embarrassed at the sound that just left out of you if it didn't feel so damn good in the moment.

Matthew wiped his mouth, now covered in your essence. He was embarrassed at how hard he was, especially with Gideon there to witness it. The only hearable sound was your labored breathing, slowly coming off the high that hit you so strongly just a second ago. Staring at the ceiling, Gideon made it hard for you to avoid his grin.

"Now didn't that feel good, sweetie?" The way he was looking at you made you feel ashamed, but the words coming specifically from him also added something else. A thrill? It still felt wrong, but somehow, you enjoyed this. It was a break from the norm, which was probably why the whole experience felt so ecstatic.

"Mattie, give back Y/N the chair. They're probably exhausted." You weren't sure if Gideon's care for you was sincere, but he was right. You were exhausted.

Matthew got up with some hesitation, the spotlight now embarrassingly thrown at his still aching erection. You had some troubles when your foot touched the ground, getting to your seat with wobbly legs. It was probably one of the best orgasms you had in a while.

"Sit down." He patted the same place you were in not too long ago, signaling for Matthew to switch places with you.

He meekly obeyed, sitting on the desk. He didn't know what plans Gideon had prepared for him, but at this point, he was willing to do anything to get off. With tensed shoulders, his sight dug a hole in Gideon's face, only showing the everpresent satisfaction of the effects he had on both of you. With a swift motion of his hand, he reached for Matthew's dick, starting with rapid jerks. Matthew's response was an alarmed gasp. Seeing Gideon go easy on you made him drop his guard, which had him totally unprepared for his turn to be so intense. His fingers grabbed the corners of the desk, curling.

"...N-Not so fast!" He managed to squeak through gritted teeth, his bangs briefly falling on half of his face. Surprisingly, Gideon listened, slowing down to a sensual up and down movement. He got to hear the sweet sound of Matthew's surprise, free to continue with his pace now. He mostly focused on brushing his thumb against Matthew's tip, feeling the gross precum coating his skin. That did the trick, getting Matthew's moans to shine through. He tried to stop them, to no success. Gideon got closer in between his legs, and Matthew couldn't help but briefly close them around his waist, squirming with each stroke of his palm.

Getting jerked off while in your presence, by another person, letting the slutty, embarrassing noises were enough for Matthew to feel guilty, even if all of you agreed to this sudden fun. He knew that his decision to proceed with the events was not random. Gideon was someone he used to admire, right until he lost the fight for everything that he owned. In that moment, he knew he was above him. He proved it by winning the fight, fair and square. Yet still, there was something lingering in the back of his mind. A foolish desire to feel the same adrenaline he felt while throwing punches at him. Only now he fully realized it wasn't completely about the fighting.

You thought seeing Gideon take care of Matthew would wound your pride much more, to see your boyfriend intertwined with another man, but it was more so fear of missing out. You already exhausted your body enough, though. Even if there was still some jealousy involved, it was certainly less than what you originally expected. It all got clouded by how cute Matthew looked in the current moment. It was easy to see how he fell apart with Gideon's touches. He just had a way of getting into people's heads, even without the use of his Glow. Besides, seeing two boys you considered attractive, entangled in the fun you also experienced not too long ago? It was hot. Seeing Matthew come apart, was hot. Perhaps it was the alcohol speaking, but you weren't against it happening again, sometime.

Although Matthew was in no position to complain, being given gratification with each jerk of Gideon's wrist, he couldn't help but notice Gideon's fully visible erection as well. He wondered, why didn't he do anything about it? How much did he plan to prolong the fun? His speed, even though slow, per his request, was painfully taunting. He knew Gideon had something else in mind, which is why he dared to ask,

"Wh... Why aren't you..." His eyes fell upon Gideon's crotch, leaving no room to debate what his question was about.

"Aw, worried about me getting off Mattie? How considerate of you." He chuckled, his ego growing. As if on command, he raised his unoccupied arm, aligning their members together. Matthew gasped at the sudden warmth pressing against him, feeling way too intimate with the position.

"W-what are y- ah!" He squeaked, feeling the way Gideon wrapped his hand around both of their dicks, increasing the speed to his liking.

"Didn't want to overstimulate you too soon," he huffed out, "but I see you're eager."

Matthew's legs clasped around Gideon even tighter, not being able to keep himself from spilling all the shameful moans. He closed his eyes, not wanting to think how pathetic he must have looked to you. Gideon added another wave of sensations by grinding his hips, helping himself get off faster. He was into rough play, opposite to Matthew, who was slowly losing control with how fast it all unravelled.

"G-Gideon, y-you're going too fast-" he whined, yet wouldn't dare do anything to stop the man's actions. Hearing the sweet sound of his name rolling off Matthew's tongue only fueled his desire to pick up the pace.

"Don't lie," he inched closer towards Matthew's ear, whispering his next sentence, "you're enjoying this just as much as I am."

"Fffuck-" He cursed, feeling the brush of Gideon's tongue on his neck. He could only hope he wouldn't be so bold as to leave hickeys on his skin. That would be crossing the line.

Seeing and hearing the two boys in the middle of their fun made you feel wet again. Were you being a voyeur? Probably, even if all of you were entangled in this. Nonetheless, your hand lowered down to your groin once more, not being able to hold yourself back from the shameful urge. Thankfully, the boys were too occupied with themselves to notice.

The desk began to move rhythmically, shaking just like Matthew's legs. He was on the brink of exploding, as did Gideon. Eyeliner began to spill down Matthew's cheek, the act too intense for the tears to be held back. He let out a choked gasp right before a string of white flew into the air, dirtying Gideon's still moving hand in the process. He wasn't done yet, ignoring the mess and nearing even closer, faintly leaning against Matthew's chest. He grabbed Gideon's arms, digging his fingers into the white sleeves.

"Gideon-!" He whimpered, the pressure on his still sensitive dick drove him crazy. Gideon ignored his plea, too focused on chasing his own climax.

Hopefully, with Matthew's mind occupied, he wouldn't notice you nearing your own orgasm on par with Gideon. With both of their labored breathing, you felt it just around the corner, which added another form of stimulation. You'd come at the same time with Gideon. The thought pushed you to quicken the movements of your hand, all too eager for it to hit you. Hearing a content groan coming from Gideon's mouth, he slowed down his movements, his dick sliding up and down, until it finally rested still in his hand. He leaned his chin on Matthew's shoulder, panting like a dog into his ear, and Matthew was no different.

Given a moment to gather his thoughts, Matthew heard your stifled moan, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks. Oh. You were having your fun too. He felt coy realizing what drove your actions.

Gideon soon retracted away from Matthew, feeling the sweat cling uncomfortably to his fancy clothes. He couldn't wait to take a shower, and so did both of you. Unfortunately, there was none available at the moment. The other guests would just have to excuse your messy states. At least Gideon was kind enough to provide you some tissues. All of you silently agreed the fun time was over, making yourself decent before exiting the room. He locked it this time.

"I suppose this concludes your part of the deal." He spoke nonchalantly while briefly fixing his clothes. He also took out a comb out of his pocket to make his hair look less messy, yet didn't bother to share it - brushing his hair after you used it would be crossing the line.

"How about your part of the deal?" You looked at Gideon, Matthew joining your stare. You had to make sure he would upkeep his promise of deleting the video.

"Don't worry, I remember our arrangement." He lazily took out his phone, the app showing a name of the camera in his office. Thankfully you didn't have to cringe at your compromised position on a little image preview, as there was no visible thumbnail.

"Unless you want me to send you the video first?" He teased, although it wasn't clear whether his words were just to bait your reaction.

Both you and Matthew spoke hurriedly in unison "NO."

"That- won't be necessary." The awkward grin forced itself on your face. He only snickered, pressing the delete button. You watched as a little popup appeared, text "video deleted" fully on display. That calmed down your nerves substantially.

"Well then, if that's all, you may be excused. Feel free to enjoy the rest of the party." He turned on his heel, intending to go back to the bar, but not before inserting a quick quip. "I'd recommend asking someone for a comb though, your hair looks really messy."

You chose to use your well trained patience and not respond anything back, too tired to start anything. Matthew just sighed heavily in annoyance, following your steps of keeping quiet.

Abruptly facing you one last time before heading off, Gideon spoke again. "Oh, and if you ever feel like trying to fuck in my office again, try asking me first, hm?" He half-closed his eyes, looking at you for a moment with a sickeningly sweet expression. Then, he left you no room to respond, already trailing back to the party.

Your stare met at the same time with Matthew's, mostly just appalled. You actually didn't have a clue if it was a warning, or his way of inviting you to another session of...

"What the hell was that?" Matthew finally spoke with both amusement and shock in his voice.

"I- I don't know?" You reciprocated the intense emotions in your tone. "But... It- it wasn't that bad...? I mean, I was terrified at first, but- I'm not traumatised?" The confused laugh fell out of you, probably the adrenaline.

"Well- yeah... I mean- at least Gideon is an attractive guy-" He hesitantly spilled out his thoughts, an embarrassed grin present on his face.

"Oh, so you think that too?"

"Wh- O- Of course I do! I mean- I wouldn't consider it otherwise!" His cheeks instantly turned redder.

The sound of your soft chuckle managed to calm him down. "Well- I'm glad we both got to experience it."

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