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sweetsubharry · 4 years

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hey ! sorry to bother you but could you reccomend me some fics of footballer louis?? thank you !! love your acc

Hiya!! 💖you can never bother me!! ^-^ ohmgosh I’m so glad you like my blog! I love footballer louis djskasdhjag tysm(sorry it took soooo long!)

please make sure you read the tags and stay safe everyone!💖

Also these are not in any particular order, however I will say the first two are probably my favourites ;) I have to read them again right after this!

freeze this moment in a frame and stay like this by rosesau

Harry (not so) secretly crushes on the cute footie player and fills pages with sketches of him.

Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow by 1Diamondinthesun

Harry spends most of his time in an empty house or a lonely darkroom, dreaming of leaving his small town for art school. He's invisible to most people. And then Louis Tomlinson sees him. Life will never be the same.

Or, the American high school AU loosely inspired by She's All That.

Definition of Beauty by zanni_scaramouche

“Your book is upside down.” Harry nods at Louis’ book, his history text now that he sees it too.

“I’d rather study you.”

They both blink, startled by the slip.

“With you. Study with you,” Louis rushes to say. “Liam says I’m shite at history, can you help?”

Louis’ caught off guard by an omega he nearly takes out with an errant footie ball. It’s not that Louis’ never seen Harry before, it’s that he can’t stop looking, and he’s desperate to figure him out.

Coffee Cups and Football Boots by kimtaedumb

Harry’s stood behind the counter again, but this time he’s painting his nails. Louis strolls up to the counter and, thanks to his no brain-to-mouth filter, blurts out, “Isn’t that a little girlish, Haz?” leaning closer to inspect.

Harry lets out a little huff as his hand slips, “Oh, damn, now I’ve messed it up,” he pouts and turns to Louis, “Why should making myself feel pretty be girly?”

Louis holds up his hands in surrender, “’M not judging, jus’ curious is all.”

(The entirely cheesy and cliché Christmas AU, in which Harry doesn’t give a damn what people think about him – mostly – and Louis may be a little bit in love.

Alternatively, the one in which Harry owns a café that’s barely scraping by and Louis is a footballer and he takes Harry away for Christmas.

Featuring Zayn as a cocky little shit that most definitely needs to be put back in his place, Niall as the loveable Irish dude who drinks too much and flirts with Zayn more than the average girl, and Liam who loves everyone but hates them all at the same time.)

Way in the World by flowsque

When Louis Tomlinson enters the waiting room, Harry can distinctly feel his heart sinking to his stomach. The man's hair is ruffled and dishevelled and his red jersey, damp with sweat from training, clings to his perfect and chiseled body. He stands there, almost unreal, against the glass door, peering inside the office. Harry knew this would’ve happened, sooner or later. That he would have bumped into him. They play for the same club after all, even if they’re in different leagues. It’s not weird. It is not. Except it totally is. - Or, the one where Harry has a knee injury and an embarrassing crush on Manchester United's pretty number ten.

I Long For You by AnotherAnonymousWriter

Thirty minutes later, he's sat on a bench in Hyde Park with a book in his lap and a travel mug with hot tea in his hand. Not far from where he's sat, a group of boys are playing football and a bunch of children are chasing each other. Life is good.

Or at least, life is good until he hears a familiar “LOOK OUT!” and sees a football flying in the direction of his face.

And then everything is black.

(Harry gets hit in the head by various objects and falls for a boy with blue eyes.)

ease the quiet and talk me down by cabinbythesea

Harry's a model and Louis' a footie player.

(Louis teaches Harry some football and Harry is insanely good at giving a lapdance).

Baby, It's You by Bearandleonardwrite

"Oh, yeah. Um..” Harry lets his hands fall to his sides. His brows furrow, face full of concern, and he asks, “You’re not, like, stalking me, are you?”

Louis can’t help the loud cackle that escapes his lips and immediately slaps one of his hands over his mouth to muffle the sound. “Oh my god, Harry, no!” Louis tells him, a little breathlessly, giggles still bubbling out of his chest. “Lottie’s one of the makeup artists here today and she somehow got me to agree to come. I had no idea you modeled for, uh.. this brand until I saw you walk.”

“Oh,” Harry says dumbly, eyebrows still pinched. He lets what Louis just said sink in before a bright grin takes over his face and he goes back to doing up the buttons on his shirt. “Well, that’s alright, then. I’m glad you could make it.

(Basically, Louis' a footie player for Man U and Harry's a YSL model. They meet at a masquerade.)

Touch by kotabear24

Harry's shy and virginal with a past, new on the football team; Louis' the (experienced) popular star of the team and Harry's new mentor.

Come In and Change My Life by lightswoodmagic (sarah_writes)

He’d had the same neighbours since he’d moved into the building, a lovely, wealthy couple in their late sixties who had always invited him around for tea on Sundays. Martha had dropped off homemade biscuits the day he’d moved in, so Harry figured he may as well repeat the sentiment. He could hear someone getting closer to the door just as a flush ran through his body; oh fuck. His heat was close, too close to be knocking on a potentially unknown alpha’s door, but it was too late. The door swung open, and Harry’s mouth dropped. He’d never been overly interested in football, couldn’t find the fascination in watching men run around after a ball for hours aside from their uniforms, but he knew who this was. Louis Tomlinson, alpha, captain of Manchester United, star in a number of Harry’s heat addled fantasies, was his new next-door neighbour.

Or, Harry and Louis become friends when Harry looks after Louis' cat during away games, until one night at a party changes everything between them. It's just a shame Louis' going to be away for the FIFA World Cup for three months.

see the truth (it's me for you) by orphan_account

If you asked Louis the first day of his French Literature class what he’d be doing on the last, he’d probably never have guessed it would involve helping a poorly Harry Styles study for the final exam. Good thing he’s not a betting man.

(Or the one where Louis and Harry spend an entire semester ignoring each other after a one-night stand, only to come face to face when Harry manages to catch the stomach flu during finals week. Sometimes fate is funny like that.)

Use Your Words by zedi

based off this prompt: collage au where jock!harry always serenades flowercrown!louis with love songs in their music class. what nobody knows is that harry actually kinda means the words he sings.

But instead it's Louis as the jock and Harry as the flowerchild because I do what I want.

Stop The World (I Wanna Get Off With You) by ilikepianos

"You like this, don't you?", he asks breathlessly.

What? Sucking cock? Being dominated? Yes, all of that. A big fat yes.

Harry nods, lips still wrapped around Louis' throbbing dick.

Louis' lips curl into a smirk. "Keep going then. You're doing amazing, love."

OR: The uni-football AU where Harry may or may not have a minor crush on the captain of the team and suddenly discovers that the feeling is very much mutual.

Picture Perfect by LittleBubbleStyles

an AU where Louis Tomlinson is a misunderstood football player, and Harry Styles is a misunderstood photographer. Somehow, they're understood together.

I just think about my baby; I'm so full of love I could barely eat by mercutionotromeo

Harry and Louis are six hundred miles apart, but they have the same solutions to the same problem.

Or: a masturbation drabble featuring pillow humping, locker rooms, and copious amounts of dirty talk.

into another (another) serotonin overflow by mercutionotromeo

Harry wants this year to be different - wants it to be the year that he finally gets over this stupid crush. He’s going to uni, he needs to decide what he wants to do with his life.

Instead, he’s deciding what he wants to do to Louis Tomlinson.

Or: Sweet first time sex wherein Harry's adorably awkward, Louis is achingly cool, and Harry rides Louis wearing his jersey.

note: it says it in the tag but this is the edited version written in 2019, rather than the 2017 original- so there’s two put I put the link for the newest one :)

need a little sweetness in my life by mercutionotromeo

Harry's always liked feeling desperate and small when Louis touches him, but when he sucks Harry off...it’s fucking otherworldly. Desperate’s not really the word at that point - it’s helpless. Like… like the fucking world could stop spinning and Harry wouldn’t be able to do anything about it until Louis finished him off with his lips and his tongue.

Or, Harry and Louis go to university together. Harry really likes it when Louis sucks him off, and Louis really likes it when Harry calls him Daddy.

(Sequel to "into another serotonin overflow")

I made a map of your stars by brightbluelou

Harry does not have a crush on Louis Tomlinson. Yes, Louis is very pretty and funny, and Harry may have had more than a few inappropriate thoughts about him, but he certainly doesn’t like him. (Except for the fact that he totally does.) or, Harry is the shy boy in the back of the class that no one really notices. Louis is the loud, outgoing football player that everybody likes.

We Made These Memories for Ourselves by supernope

Breath held, Harry squints his eyes open and focuses on the first stick. A blue line. Harry breathes out an unsteady breath. He’s pretty sure he read that one blue line is a negative, but he fishes the box from the bottom of the pile just to make sure.

“Negative,” he confirms, voice echoing around the small room. “Next.”

Now that he’s feeling a little less shaky, he scans the rest of the tests at once, is met with a headache-inducing mixture of pink plus signs and blue double lines. His heart rate picks up until it’s pounding triple-time in the base of his throat and the pit of his stomach, thundering in his ears and throbbing in his temples. He flips over the rest of the boxes slowly, but he knows what they’re going to say before he even looks.

[or, Louis is a footballer, Harry owns a bakery, and they're having a baby.]

Kiss Me on the Mouth and Set Me Free by ls2k14

Louis has his head thrown back in a laugh, his wet fringe hanging in front of his eyes, and a beautiful flush to his cheeks. From this angle, the sun hits his face just right to where the beams of light are shining in between the spaces of each individual clump of watered down eyelashes. His chest is showing through the soaked material of his white jersey and it seems that his biceps are attempting to break free from the sleeves that are clinging to his skin.

And Harry can do nothing except take it all in. He doesn’t even think he’s breathing at this point. He is literally stuck in place, admiring the true beauty of Louis Tomlinson, while being surrounded by fit footballers and generally attractive people. He doesn’t think he’s ever been in love before, but if Louis let him, he’s pretty damn sure he could change that in the matter of a few nanoseconds.

#ask lots #Lottie fic rec #fic rec #larry fic rec #larry stylinson fic rec #larry fanfic rec #fanfiction #larry fanfiction #larry stylinson fanfiction #bottom harry #top louis #sub harry #dom louis #footballer louis au

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ohfuckohfucknoplease · 4 years

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trigger warnings about literally everything.

some of the things I lived thru in obey me fandom (I had a pretty big server of my own and was an extremely active member of the biggest server for a couple of month):

ppl in this fandom excusin the shitty behavior that solmare exhibits. that shit is like late stage capitalism, we are DOOMED.

a girl a lied to me that a new member has doxxed her parents, I reached out to the new member to sort it out n turns out that the girl a lied about it and failed to prove anythin, and the new member provided me with a lot of receipts that proved to me that she also stalked people online, harassed them and after they banned all of her alts, she faked her suicide, pretend to be her birth mother to reach out to people and guilt trip them over the fact that they "drove her daughter to commit the said suicide" (while also telling me that she haven't spoken to her mother in 15 years) and after that, when they discovered that she lied, she tried to justify it by saying that her real life is toxic and that's why she put them all through an extremely traumatic experience and sent one of them into a spiral that affects them to this day. <3 also she was extremely rude to EVERYONE for no fuckin reason lol.

a girl stalked me and other peeps in the server who were roleplayin as characters and did NOT understand personal space no matter what and like even after I explained it in a straightforward manner she didn't drop it and after that she had the audacity to call herself one of the ogs like gurl we don't even like you and we told you that.

one of my friends turned out to be a FUCKIN SPY, LIKE, SHE WAS LEAKIN W/E INFO SHE GOT, THAT'S FUCKIN BONKERS, for a girl who lied about her age, manipulated a shit ton of people, me n the said ex friend included, and basically deleted half of the server she owned (it was a big one too lol) and left the admins to deal with it and after they restored the server (most of them skipped on sleeping and got major anxiety due to it all being extremely abrupt since the owner didn't say a thing before doing what she did), most of them got humiliated by the owner in the mod chat for asking of her to be more respectful of them and their efforts.

oh did I mention that she tried to delete the said server cuz ppl pushed back on her absolutely tasteless joke? aka she pretended to be a racist rude homophobe they banned b4hand on her second acc, promoted her second acc to admin and started kickin people out of the server without any warnings? and after that people rightfully so came for her because that's not funny at all and like who tf thinks that's funny? yeah.

oh and she DELETED the server later, too, because she and some other mod teamed up behind everyone's back, and the mod accused the aforementioned friend of sexual harassment, misrepresented the evidence, hid parts of the conversations where she encouraged this behavior and indulged it.

oh and the mod that accused her of sexual harassment also once lied to me bout not bein a mod in the said server after I, in my moment of weakness, shared with her that I have some really negative experiences with both the server and the owner, leaked the conversation I had with her to the mod chat so they can wipe away anything that makes them look bad and prepare a statement before i can come out with any statements of my own? I slept for an hour the following day and gained trust issues that still affect me to this day. <3

one of their admins was 12 when they recruited him and they all knew that it was against terms of service for discord n overall a really shitty fuckin move to do cuz he's a minor that they send to do their biddin.

they passively aggressively attacked one of the former mods who is also a minor and scared her into never comin out w her own statements against the toxicity of that place.

one time a girl joined my server and started talkin bout some weird rp family she has and confessed to bein a minor and after we told her that maybe she shouldn't have that weird stuff round her cuz she's young n from her messages it was clear that the dude she called oh my god I'm gonna yarf "daddy" was manipulatin her n the said dude hit me up, trashed me for bout 20 mins and told me I was a r word cuz I banned the girl n the rest of the weird rp group that followed her. he's a grown ass fuckin man, that's disgustin no matter what he tried to make me believe.

a LOT of racism. A LOT OF IT.

a lot of blackface or blackfishing. fuckin disgustin.

white people cosplayin black characters and thus whitewashin the said characters.

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me simeon #obey me leviathan #obey me beel #obey me diavolo #obey me fandom #obey me belphegor #solmare #shall we date #obey me shall we date

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chaosintheavenue · 4 years

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Fallout Survey Results!

There were 69 responses this time around, aaand the results are in. This was a really random survey mostly based on pure curiosity, so make what you will of the results!

Without further ado, let’s get into it...

Which Fallout games have you played?

Which did you play first?

Which game is your favourite in terms of gameplay?

Which game is your favourite in terms of lore?

By the way, that one ‘other’ vote was my own, for Van Buren. If I had to stick to the canon games, I’d have gone with New Vegas, 100%.

Are they canon?

Tactics:

BOS:

Van Buren:

Where would you LIKE the next Fallout game to be set?

Here’s a map of how many times each state was specifically mentioned, because I'm a map nerd.

Top Answer: New York

Other countries mentioned: Canada

A lot of people mentioned that they expect previous locations to be re-used, but didn’t specify which.

Favourite character

Arcade Gannon: 17 (a lot of my Fallout mutuals are Arcade stans, so there was probably a bit of bias here, but still, an impressive victory for Arcade!) Nick Valentine: 5 Craig Boone: 4 Rose of Sharon Cassidy: 4 Joshua Graham: 3 Raul Tejada: 3 Veronica Santangelo: 3 Fawkes: 3 Deacon: 2 John Hancock: 2 Courier Six: 2 Benny: 2 Lily Bowen: 2 Folks who got one vote: Goris (aside: THANK YOU for making me look up who this is, I have been blessed), Charon, John Henry Eden, Butch Deloria, Irving Gallows, X6-88, Harold, ED-E, Preston Garvey, Ronald Curtis/Picus, Cait, Gob, Ulysses and RJ MacCready

Least favourite character

Vulpes Inculta: 10 Shaun/Father: 8 Caesar: 7 Strong: 5 Paladin Danse: 4 Piper Wright: 3 Craig Boone: 2 Legate Lanius: 2 Parker Quinn: 2 Daniel (from Honest Hearts): 2 Jericho: 2 And the list with one vote: Antony, Mortimer, Three Dog, Princess, Dean Domino, Myron, Cait, Roger Maxson, Arthur Maxson, Justin Ayo, Colonel Autumn, Joshua Graham, Colin Moriarty, Aaron Kimball, Alistair Tenpenny, Ulysses and Robert Edwin House

Favourite faction

Followers of the Apocalypse: 30 (holy moly lol) New California Republic: 7 Minutemen: 6 Railroad: 5 The Kings: 4 Yes Man: 4 Brotherhood of Steel: 4 Caesar's Legion: 2 Enclave: 2 The Institute: 1 Great Khans: 1 Westside: 1 Megaton: 1 Ghoul settlements in general: 1

Favourite DLC

Old World Blues: 14 Dead Money: 12 Nuka World: 9 Far Harbor: 7 Lonesome Road: 6 Honest Hearts: 6 Point Lookout: 5 Broken Steel: 3 Operation Anchorage: 1 Mothership Zeta: 1 The Pitt: 1

When you think of a chem that removes addictions, which comes to mind first?

When you think of Harold, which version of him do you picture?

The fate of cats

New Plague symptoms

Does Duncan MacCready have the New Plague?

Are any characters secretly synths?

The synth-accused: Sole Survivor, Ulysses, Easy Pete, most birds, Travis Miles, Courier Six, Colter, Deacon, Mr House (’just for fun’), Piper, and many settlers in general

Also, @ respondent that I’m pretty sure was @hiscotti-biscotti... 👀👀👀

Which New Vegas ending would you pick to be canon?

And finally, a handpicked selection of the gushing comments (got a bit long because there were so many I liked too much!)...

I wish they made the main quest harder to acces and finish, or to have more step to it... because once I played it one the experience wouldn't be the same. It so amazing discovering new location and being like 'I'm gonna explore that' so damn good.

The fallout franchise has one of the most beautiful heavy lore ridden world I've ever seen

I love the theme of change in the west coast trilogy and how strongly it contrasts the game's moto of "war never changes". I love how you can look at the changes to the NCR from shady sands to the republic but I also love how you can look at the Khans. People and factions do change, but waging war over petty dramas never does, you can escape it, but only if you admit you were wrong and change for the better.

I love the world and the characters. There is always some fucked up shit in the past that has a chance of snowballing into worse shit in the current time, like the cazadores and the new plague. And when characters are written well, they have a chance of being the coolest part of the games, like with Nick Valentine/Hancock or any of the characters of New Vegas.

When things get creepy it's wonderful. More in the vein of Dead Money or the Glowing Sea please!

I love how in NV the apocalypse isn’t just the end of everything. There’s still culture! There’s towns! There’s just people vibing! It feels less like the apocalypse and more like a developed area that is experiencing a war. People moved on after 200 years. Because that’s what people do.

The hopefulness of rebuilding.

Hhhh LORE!!! Apocalypse aesthetic!!!!! HOPE AND LIGHT AND HEALING AND GOODNESS AND ALSO COOL WASTELAND SHIT AND DEATHCLAWS... fallout good.....

oh my god i love arcade gannon so much i dont know why but i am literally about to start studying latin at uni because of him.

Can I just say I love how fnv gave us LGBT characters without making the fact that they're lgbt their entire personality.

I can go through abandoned buildings without getting arrested.

I love that it's helped me make so many new friends and has reignited my creative drive.

Say what you will about robot fetishists but Fisto was the greatest thing to happen to the series. A true icon and reminder of wonderful writing and character design. They may say you can't make a flawless character, but I say "look at Fisto". Don't boo me, I'm right.

#fallout #long post

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riftimagines · 4 years

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Spirit Blossom!Thresh x Shadow Assassin!Kayn

This is literally just smut with a hint of plot. I’m not the best at writing smut but I was inspired to write this after someone, you know who you are :3, introduced me to this ship and we shared a lot of headcanons with them in different AUs but this is the one that came out. LOL. Also I recently made a A03 acc. called RiftWrites where I’m probably going to post my one shots there because Tumblr is kinda annoying with posting long stories RIP.

Warnings: Smut, Blood mentions, This has Thresh ffs XD

The smell of blood and death thickly floated in the air. The invading Noxians stood no chance against the blurry shadow that swept through the field and cleaved through them like animals for slaughter. It was like a creature from their worst nightmares but this creature was no creature but in fact, a man. The sheer speed and fluidity of his moments made him look like a living shadow, something that was created by magic and in a way was. The gifted shadow magic Sheida Kayn possessed was only enhanced further by the defeat of the Darkin scythe, Rhaast. Its defeat gave him unholy amounts of power and transformed the young man into a terrifying shadow assassin. His power showed on this day as there was more blood then grass on this once pristine grassland. Bodies lay askew where flowers once bloomed and from the corpses rose a particular bloom. A Spirit Blossom. This year was the year they had returned after thirteen years and now sadly they would leave again and with them the souls of the dead of this land both Ionian and Noxian. The sky began to fill with the blossoms of the dead Noxians and began to float away, good riddance. Now to get rid of what little was left.

In the not so far off distance a force was awakened. The sounds of lost spirits called out and from the realm of the dead came a seeker of said souls, a demon that sought to collect all the spirits and show them their true potential. Its unnatural purple skin and white hair contrasted against the natural hues of the forest. It seemed not to care as it stood out for anyone to see its vision became set as the brilliant flowers in the sky sang to collect them.

“No worries little spirits, your safe with me now.” Its reverberated voice rang out. From its left side it brought forth a lantern in the shape of a demons face almost similar to his own. A smile curled upon its lips from beneath its golden jaw plating as the Spirit Blossoms came down and closer to him. The spirits are completely unaware of what was happening when the lanterns mouth suddenly opened and began to pull all the souls into it. So many spirits to gather today, like harvesting wheat freshly cut in fact they seemed like they were. The Spirit Blossoms were fresh, very fresh, and seemed to becoming from a certain direction, interesting. Curious as to where they were coming from the demon begins to walk towards the origin of all these blossoms while gathering them a long the way. It did not take long for the purple hued evil to find the source. A battlefield, how quaint. There had been much delectable suffering and pain. Ah, if only he had heard the screams, the sweet tones of misery. As if on command of thought, the sounds of screaming and wailing called, now that was a lovely sound he could not resist. The siren sounds cried out like the most beautiful chorus and soon lead to its singers.

The bodies fell left and right as a blur of blue and darkness swooped through the poor mortals and razed them. There was no mercy, only pain just like the demon liked it. Its bright lavender eyes became transfixed at the lithe form doing a dance of death leaving blood and agony in its wake. Who was that glorious creature? It did not seem to notice the demon at the edge of the battle watching every deadly moment in awe. The dance continued for a few moments longer before the final howls of despair fluttered into nothingness. The shadow finally stops and reveals to the demon a divine looking man. He had never seen a human look so, alluring. His pale skin tattooed with dark lines that traveled from his eyes across his face, down his chest and completely engulfed his forearms. Such a lovely being, he must know more about this beauteous agent of death, no time like the present to make a blunt entrance. With a couple spins of its sickle it launches it at high speeds to the target and it snags its very soul.

Kayn is completely confused as a small scythe attached to a thick cord wraps around him. It should have been easy to cut but the cords were seemingly harder then steel and did not break, instead they pulled harder as the strangest looking fiend he’d ever seen comes flying at him. For a moment he feels panic as his powers don’t let him escape, the magic cord holds him still. No attack ever came though, just the sound of evil laughter fills his ears. He looks at the monster before him with wide eyes. What was this thing?

“How adorable, so confused and so scared. I won’t hurt you though little one. I am Thresh, collector of the Spirit Blossoms. Do not let my frightening visage fool you, I am but a humble guide to these poor spirits and bring them up to their full potential. It seems though you have found your full potential early, so tell me what are you my dear?” He coos softly. Kayn was having none of that though.

“I am Sheida Kayn, and I care not what you are monster I will not obey you!” Kayn’s scythe came barreling towards Thresh’s neck and had he been anyone else he would have been dead. The demon sighed then pulled hard on the chains sending Kayn into a tree and his scythe out of his hands.

“A feisty one aren’t you? I’m not surprised but make no mistake, I do know how to put wild spirits back in their place.” He says as he picks up the shadow assassin by the throat, pushes him against the tree and squeezes slightly. A sudden moan that catches both Kayn and Thresh off guard. A wicked grin spreads upon the demons face and Kayn seizes up. He squeezes again experimentally and again the soft moan flutters into his ears. Oh now that is a nice sound. Kayn suddenly feels fear, a feeling he had not felt in a long while, and tries to phase though the tree only to be stopped by the white cord wrapped around his waist keeping him from escaping.

“ Now, now, little pet, don’t leave so soon, we just discovered something new! Here lets make this more interesting shall we? I believe the blossoms from this field should be enough.” Suddenly the demonic lantern opens up again and the Spirit Blossoms make their way inside. It’s eyes begin to blaze and the demon removes its hand from Kayn’s throat to call upon its power. A pulse of energy burst forth from Thresh and five ghostly purple walls seemingly arise from nowhere. The more startling part wasn’t the box that surrounded them now but the fact that the demon was changing. Its dark purple skin became a light alabaster, hair a dark black with purple hues, and its horrifying mask was now replaced with a gorgeous man. It was so jarring to see something so terrifying turn into something so beautiful. Thresh smiled smugly at Kayn, no one could resist this form, perhaps now he’d get more of those lovely sounds.

“Ah, how is this? Not to bad if I do say so my self. Now where were we?” His hand returns to grasp at his neck this time though his other hand begins to graze his sharp claws down his chest. A nail catches his skin and leaves a little scratch it its wake making Kayn hiss. Thresh’s eyes glaze slightly at the sound of pain, so heavenly, he needs more. Dark purple nails trace all over Kayn’s torso leaving more cuts and scratches all over but none enough to be agonizing or lethal, Thresh is having too much fun with this one for him to die yet. Through the rough ministrations on his body Kayn’s breath had hitched and his nerves turned on to high. Every touch was doing something to him that wasn’t really pain. A tight, warm feeling starts to form in his lower abdomen. Thresh can see a redness spreading upon Kayn’s face.

“Enjoying your self? It’s rude to keep all that pleasure to yourself you know?” With unseen swiftness the small gap between them is closed and their lips are intertwined. It’s a rough and hungry kiss almost like he couldn’t get enough. Kayn had not experienced much physical affection but this was something greater then those little kisses he’d seen couples share. They are both bare chest to bare chest breathing hard into each other until Kayn could not breath. They break panting hard and Thresh’s eyes are fully glazed over and glowing deviously. In a split second his mouth is on Kayn’s exposed neck and is biting down hard. Kayn yelps loudly then goes into a deep moan as Thresh works the bite into what will be a deep dark bruise. The tight feeling rushes downward to his groin and an involuntary buck of his hips follows. The demon stops biting his neck and moves up to nip at the shell of his ear before whispering low and deep.

“Such an eager little spirit. You want me to claim you don’t you? Want me to collect your body and soul?” Kayn can’t speak the sheer amount of arousal is drowning his mind but he can feel himself nod and his hands try to pull Thresh closer. The cord unfurls its self from his waist and find new residence binding his hands instead now. Thresh raises his hands and the cord upwards to a branch to keep Kayn’s hands up.

“Yes, I know you want me but you’ll get me as I give myself to you. No sooner, no later.” He purrs lowly. With hands now bound and pinned above his head it gave the devious soul collector free reign of Kayn’s body. His talons raked across his body and mouth working anywhere that looked like a tender spot. Scratches and bruises start to decorate pale skin and leave their new owner writhing in pleasure. The firmness in his pants was agonizing, far more so then the slightly bloody cuts. Thresh was in a no better state. His normally composed visage was flustered across his face all the way to the tips of his pointed ears. His own member throbbing for attention.

Not wasting anymore time those claws were put to the test as they tore through the thick cords that held up Kayn’s pants effectively loosening and dropping them. Kayn gasps as his warm, hardened nether regions are exposed to the elements, clear fluid already seeping from the end. The demon growls deeply at the sight and is quick to rid himself of his binding clothing. Tossing them aside he strokes his manhood gently, electing a rumbling purr from his chest. Kayn can see through half lidded eyes the demons length and a shiver runs down his spine. He isn’t familiar with others genitals but he is bigger then himself by a bit and quite thick. Thresh moves in again and lifts Kayn’s hips up to line up before pushing in. Kayn’s eyes go wide at the foreign felling of being filled. He’s moaning, writhing and trying desperately to get accustomed to this new sensation. Tears start to pool and fall down his face which are then licked up by the eager demon.

“Easy now my pet, just relax. Let me handle everything.” He coos into his ear and leaves a kiss where a stray tear is falling. The pleasantries are gone in moments though as Thresh begins to move. The pace starts slow but then begins to build and soon its a quick relentless pace that leaves Kayn completely breathless. His whole body feels limp as if all his strength has left him, the strength of the demon alone is the only thing keeping him up. Every harsh thrust seems to hit a spot that has his eyes rolling back and him moaning and gasping loudly. The sounds and the sensation of Kayn tightening around him sends Thresh on a marking spree, covering as much skin as he can into deep colors. It’s all so much for Kayn and in a moment of bliss his sight blurs and he can finally feel himself release. He can hear a deep animalistic growl and for a few seconds his hips are grabbed so hard he swore the bone would bruise as Thresh rams into him sending Kayn’s blurred vision into pure white and his hearing completely gone. The whole world fades for who knows how long before his vision is restored and the demon is slowly pulling out of him. He now hangs there on the tree limply, unable to will his now exhausted muscles to move even an inch. A whine escapes him as Thresh fixes himself up.

“Now, now, I know you miss me. I’ll get to you in a moment.” He places his clothing back into place and almost seems like nothing happened to him at all. He goes to the side of the tree and binds the forgotten scythe to his back before coming around and pulling Kayn’s pants back up. As soon as the cord to the sickle is removed Kayn drops like a rock right into Thresh’s arms. His body is too weak to fight him off and lets his head lull onto the demons shoulder. He smiles down at the tired human in his arms and places a small kiss upon his crown.

“You may rest now dear. I won’t let anything happen to you. Your mine now you know, nothing will take you from me and you certainly won’t get away from me from now on. So get used to being where you are for your going to be there for the rest of eternity.” He says all too gleefully while holding him tightly. Kayn thinks for a moment of what he’s done. He’s now bound to a soul taking demon, but a soul taking demon that has given him more attention in about an hour then he’s received in his entire life. Thats not entirely to bad he thinks. He looks up at the handsome face that looks down at him with a smirk and dips down to place another kiss, this time to his lips, that’s most certainly something he could get used to.

#Kayn #Thresh #Spirit Blossom Thresh #Shadow Assassin Kayn #League of Legends

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For Science - S.M.

Summary: Shawn comes home from college and ends up spending most of his time with his best friend’s little sister. After discovering she writes erotic fanfiction, he can’t help offering to help her out.

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader

Word Count: 7.5k

Warnings: bad jokes, slow burn, loads of cliches, fingering, oral (male recieving), sex

A/N: Thank you to @bensbuttercup for the moodboard and moral support. Thank you to @hollandlovely for saying “fuck you” when she finished reading so I knew it was good.

It’s the summer before you’re supposed to go away for college and it seems like everyone has plans and jobs and things to do. Except you. You’re in the media room upstairs with High School Musical 2 playing because it’s the most summery movie you can think of while you scroll through Tumblr and ponder ideas for your next fanfiction expenditure. Nothing comes to you. You groan and fall sideways, sliding off the couch until your body is resting on the floor and your legs still supporting your laptop on the couch.

“You good there?”

You look behind you and see a pair of scuffed black boots and skinny jeans. Who is wearing jeans in this heat? You wonder, thinking of your own tiny pajama shorts and your brother’s tank top you’d appropriated when he left for school two years ago.

“I’m good,” you say, knees and elbows creaking with protest as you move yourself into a more dignified position. Now that you could see him right side up, it’s clearly Shawn, your brother’s friend from high school, but the guy curling his legs underneath him to sit on the ground next to you is hardly the skinny kid who used to come over after school to eat the entire kitchen and play video games until his parents called him home.

Now he’s got tattoos on well-defined biceps and triceps and holy shit is than an earring? He’s got the same gangly limbs from before but now his thighs are practically dying for some freedom from those black skinny jeans and he’s cut the sleeves off a black t-shirt and you can see his ribcage through the armhole but those lines aren’t his ribs they’re serrati and if he has visible serrati then he must have visible abdominals and-- you swallow nervously and choke the anatomy nerd inside you.

“Where is everyone?” Shawn asks. “I looked in the kitchen and in Ryan’s room but I can’t find anyone.”

“Uh,” you hesitate, “everyone’s at work. Mom’s at the firm and Dad’s at the office and Ryan’s been lifeguarding this summer.”

“Oh so what have you been doing?” Shawn chuckles, reaching one large hand out to poke at your barely-holding-it-together bun on top of your head. You sneer at him and take it out to refix it into something resembling-- well not the rat’s nest that’s been sitting there for five days.

“Writing fanfiction,” you say, then wince as Shawn laughs loudly, the sound cutting through the air. You press a hand to your chest and act offended, drama queen that you are. “Excuse you, sir, fanfiction is the greatest form of literature there is.”

“Oh pardon me,” he says, finally containing his laughter, “I didn’t mean to overstep. Which crack ship do you write about?” The fact that he knows the words “crack” and “ship” makes you pause and the fact that he can appropriately combine them makes you raise an eyebrow at him. “I took a gender and media culture class!” he says defensively, “we had a unit on fanfic!”

“I’ll let it slide then, Shawnathan,” you say suspiciously, “but for your information I write for Tom Holland.”

“Oh so not even fanfic,” Shawn scoffs and you smack him on the arm. It’s easy to slide back into your habits from before he and Ryan graduated and went their separate ways. “What? It’s technically real people fic, or celebfic, which isn’t fanfic.”

“Shut up,” you mutter. He’s right, but you won’t give him the satisfaction of saying it.

“Is it erotic?”

Your face gets hot and you stare at the floor with wide eyes. You hadn’t been prepared for him to ask you that, and thus, had not prepared a response. Now you were well past the acceptable amount of response time for a lie to be believable and Shawn knows he’s right.

“Oh my god,” he laughs, letting his head fall back against the couch, then turns towards you, “that’s hilarious. Little Y/N writing smutty fanfic about Tom Holland.”

“I’m very good at it thank you very much!” you say shrilly.

“Can I read some?”

“Absolutely not,” you say firmly, reaching behind you to slam your laptop shut.

“What’s it on, tumblr?” Shawn extricates his phone from his very tight pocket and opens it, “I bet I can find it.”

“No Shawn!” You shriek and lunge for his phone, but he holds it away, and you fall across his lap. “Give me that!”

“No!” he laughs at your struggle, sitting up straighter to hold his phone away with his obscenely long arm. You plant one knee across his lap, one hand on his shoulder to keep him down, and stretch up to reach the phone.

“Give it to me!” you laugh. But Shawn freezes and you easily grab the phone from his hand. “Aha!” you exclaim, sitting back on your heels. But then you see his face. He’s gone mostly white and you frown. Then you look down and realize Ryan’s tank top is hanging off your shoulder and most of your chest is on display. Your shorts have ridden up so they’re barely covering anything. Quickly, you scramble off Shawn’s lap and right your clothing.

“I’m gonna go put on real clothes,” you say sheepishly. “Do not look at my laptop,” you warn.

“Okay,” Shawn says quietly. He’s pretending to scroll through his phone, but is going far too fast to be reading anything.

Unfortunately, while you’re putting on a bra and a pair of denim shorts and a tank top that fits you better, you hear Ryan come home from work. He and Shawn shout a bit, but by the time you get back to the media room, your laptop has been shoved aside so they can sprawl out on the couch playing video games.

“You smell,” you tell your brother, cuffing him about the head as you walk in. He flips you off. Shawn is silent. You grab your laptop and charger and walk back to your room, putting on a hoodie and burrowing under the covers to write some more.

He’s back the next day when you drag yourself out of bed around 1pm. Sitting at the kitchen counter wearing the same skinny jeans and boots, but this time a white tank top.

“Morning,” you say sleepily, standing up on your toes to reach for a mug for coffee. You yawn as you push it under the keurig and add a new k-cup. But when you press brew, nothing happens. Someone hasn’t refilled the water. “Goddammit Ryan,” you mutter, turning to the sink with the empty tank in your hands.

“Er, I do have to admit that was me,” Shawn says, sheepishly raising the cup in his hands. “Regina said I could make myself at home.”

“Oh.” So he’d been there since your mom had left for work around 9am. “Don’t you have your own house to skulk around in?” you ask grouchily.

“Oh I did miss how grumpy you are right after you wake up,” Shawn murmurs. “How adorable.” You stiffen, suddenly aware that you are, yet again, underdressed in front of him. This time in a large blue boy scout t-shirt and a pair of Calvin Klein boxers. The shirt had been Ryan’s, the boxers, overpriced and from Urban Outfitters.

The point is, Shawn, sitting behind you, has a full view of just how the hem of your boxers hugs the curve of your ass. Particularly when you had stood up on your toes to reach for the mug. He likes the way you looked right after you woke up, hair in a knot on top of your head, clothes a mismatched mess. Your voice a grumpy little rumble and still heavy with sleep.

Before college you’d been a fixture in his life, escaping to Ryan’s place when his parents bothered him about his choices or argued about money. His little sister, you, had always been as annoying as his own sister, although closer in age to him, rather than four far years away.

Now you were eighteen and it seemed a lot less inappropriate to notice you, even though you’d always been only two years younger. He couldn’t get you out of his mind. Especially your face when he’d joked about you writing erotic fanfiction, which had turned out to be completely true. He was so curious. What were you into? What sorts of stories did you write? Did you read? He tried to push it down, but he couldn’t resist. So he’d peeked at your laptop while you went to change clothes and gotten your Tumblr username.

All night he’d spent rolling around his bed with his phone clutched in his hand going through your masterlist. Reading all the little one shots your cute little brain had come up with. They were well-written, but that doesn’t surprise him. Even in high school you’d read over his and Ryan’s papers before they’d turned them in, a better writer than most college students even as a sixteen year old.

The problem is, Shawn decides, is that your sexual experience is woefully lacking to write proper smut. Every storyline is wonderfully embellished with proper descriptions, except the smut. It’s all fairly general and bland. Knowledge gleaned from other, more experienced writers.

“I found your Tumblr,” Shawn blurts out. You pause, calmly set down your coffee mug, and turn around to look at him.

“What?”

“I, um,” Shawn fiddled with his own fingers to avoid looking at you, “I found your Tumblr and I read your fanfiction.”

You crossed the kitchen to stand across from him, trying to control the overwhelming amount of emotions bubbling up in your chest. Anger, embarrassment, misunderstanding, anger…

“Why?” you manage.

“I was, you know, curious,” he shrugs. “I know it’s like private but, actually, you’re a really good writer.”

“Oh.” Your anger fades to a dull burn, and embarrassment takes over. And curiosity. Suddenly you’re dying to hear his opinions. You never get straight guy feedback on your fics. And Shawn has always been honest with you. “What else do you think?” you ask, retrieving your coffee before sliding into the barstool next to his.

Shawn leans away from you, trying to keep a respectable amount of distance between you.

“I, uh,” he sips his own coffee, “I just think,” he sighs. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?”

You wince. “Is it that obvious?”

“Mm yeah,” Shawn says, his shoulders nearly up to his ears in embarrassment to be discussing this with you. But he brought it up, so he must see it through. “I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that. I really respect that, ‘cause—” he pauses, “never mind. My point is that I just think you don’t fully get sex.”

“Yeah I’m aware,” you say. Your shoulders sag a bit and you rest your cheek on your palm with a deep sigh. “But I can’t do anything about it. It’s not like anyone’s dying to have sex with me.”

Shawn resists the urge to scoff in disbelief. “Well maybe I could help,” he offers. Then backtracks, “not like that!” He holds up his hands and leans even further away. “I meant like, I’ve had sex, and I’ve been having sex since I was sixteen and I think I know a thing or two,” he sighs, “just like, you can ask me stuff if you want? ‘Cause I just really don’t want to spend the whole summer at home. You know my parents,” he trails off and looks away.

You know what he means. Your mom had told you that Shawn spends so much time at your house because his parents aren’t as nice as yours are. They’ve got high expectations for him, and they fight a lot because Shawn wants to play music and they want him to go to college. You imagine it must be worse now. They couldn’t have been happy about the tattoos, or the earring.

“You know you can hang out here whenever,” you say softly. “You don’t have to have an excuse. I mean you practically lived here in high school.”

“Yeah but you don’t think it’s weird,” Shawn asks, “us hanging out without Ryan? Without anyone else around?”

“Nah,” you shake your head, “if it was gonna be weird you wouldn’t have been willing to help me out with my erotic fanfiction just to avoid your parents.” Shawn chuckles and stops leaning away, letting his shoulder brush against yours.

“Guess not,” he admits. “I mean, it’s also not just an excuse to hang out with you,” he drums his fingers to a rhythm you can’t hear. “I think people should pursue their craft to the best of their abilities, have all the resources at their disposal, you know?”

You know he’s not just talking about your fanfic, but about all the times he’s left guitars in Ryan’s room so his parents don’t take them, and borrowed your high-powered laptop to do whatever music stuff his parents won’t let him do at home. You get it, because who could you tell that you’d love to write erotic novels for a living? Surely not your parents or Ryan. But Shawn was immediately supportive of the hobby.

“Sounds like a plan,” you say with a toothy smile. Shawn smiles back.

Summer begins to pass quickly, with you hurtling towards your first year at college while simultaneously avoiding it. You wake up early now, around 10am when Shawn arrives at your house, usually with his guitar in tow.

Instead of the boxer shorts and t-shirt look, you change into a uniform of sweatpants and a ribbed tank top, just to appear slightly more presentable. You wash your hair more often than once a week. Shawn slowly becomes the most important person in your life.

“Okay but like,” you start one day. You’re on your stomach on the couch with a pillow under your arms, laptop in front of you, document open, cursor blinking. Shawn, sitting on the ground beside you with his long legs stretched out under the ottoman and his favorite acoustic cradled in his lap, stops playing and tilts his head back to look at you. His hair brushes against the exposed skin on your hip where your tank top has ridden up and you quickly pull it down. “What does the inside of a vagina feel like?”

“Hm,” Shawn thinks for a moment, “Warm— wait, are you asking in the context of fingers or of a dick? ‘Cause it’s different.”

“Fingers.”

“Uh, I mean it’s warm,” he says thoughtfully, “kind of like an eel, but warm.”

“An eel?” you laugh and turn to look at him. He crinkles his eyebrows.

“Have you never felt an eel?”

“No you dork! I wasn’t in boy scouts and didn’t get to go snorkeling in the Carribbean!” You kick at his shoulder with your leg.

“Oh,” he closes his eyes for a second. They snap open and he exclaims, “like a mouth!”

“Huh?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Here,” he says, taking your hand in his and bringing it to his face. Before you can ask what he’s doing, your fingers are in his mouth, and he’s guiding you with his tongue to feel the inside of his cheek. You’re so shocked that you let out a tiny squeak of surprise. It feels, oddly pleasant to have your fingers in his mouth, his warm tongue searching around them, while clearly trying to relax so you can feel the sensation he’s trying to describe. You look up from his lips and meet his wide brown eyes, holding his gaze while your mouth gapes open at him. He could have just told you to feel your own mouth, but clearly that bit of logic had slipped his mind.

“Shawn,” you say quietly, but he releases your fingers with a soft pop of his lips.

“It’s kind of like that,” he says earnestly, and turns back to his guitar. Instead of leaving your hand hanging limply in the air, you bring your fingers to your own mouth, and feel the inside of your own cheek, trying not to notice that Shawn’s saliva makes your skin taste different, and pushing aside what his mouth would taste like directly.

You wipe your fingers on your sweatpants and go back to typing. The words “hot” and “velvety” seem apt and sexy enough for describing what you’d felt, and you tried to push it out of your mind.

The mouth incident, as you began to refer to it in your mind, was the first time he’d decided to show you rather than tell you something, but it wasn’t the last time. It happened various times.

One time in particular, he was attempting to explain how hickeys work.

“I mean it’s really just sucking, and some biting,” he fumbles, biting at his thumb as he thinks. It’s around midday and the two of you had just finished with lunch. “It hurts but it feels good you know?” You stare at him blankly. “Okay you don’t know. Hmm,” he hums, then brightens up. “Listen, I think this is like, just a thing you have to experience.”

“Yeah?” you ask, sitting up. You wonder if he’s going to show you, like he did with the mouth thing. You hope he does.

“I mean,” he hesitates. Spit it out, Shawn! “I could— if you want, or like, don’t mind, but like, only if you want, you definitely don’t have to because I’m definitely not trying to pressure you and this is completely professional and definitely not—”

“Oh shut up,” you cut off his babbling and yank aside your tank top strap, “you can give me a goddamn hickey you absolute dork.”

“Oh, okay,” Shawn says. He shifts closer to you and you hesitantly kneel between his legs, a little less confident now, and rest your shaky hands on his shoulders. “You’re sure?” he asks once more.

“Yeah,” you nod, looking up at the ceiling instead of at him. “It’s cool I— oh.” His lips are softer than you expect as he kisses your collarbone. His hands fall on your waist and you relax a bit against him, fiddling with the back of the neck of his shirt. “That’s kind of nice.” Shawn hums against your skin and suddenly you stiffen as he bites down on your skin, sucking it between his teeth. Your fingers grip at his hair and you gasp. He’s absolutely right, that it hurts and feels good at the same time. Out of habit, he lets his long fingers slide beneath the hem of your tank top, making you shiver a bit. His tongue is the antithesis to his teeth, soothing the angry spot with a loving caress before he pulls away.

“So that should help,” he says quite matter of factly. He lifts you off his lap and back onto the couch and goes to stand up. “I’m gonna go get a bottle of water, do you want one?”

“No,” you say faintly, eyes still squeezed shut until you’re sure he’s left the room. It’s the first but not the last time he gets you wet. And he acted like it was a transaction. Like it was nothing.

You don’t see him once he leaves the room though. That he has to leave because he started to think about grabbing the back of your thighs and situating you on his lap so you can grind down on him while he sucks at your neck. He started to imagine you moaning in his ear and how pretty you might sound and it made his cock twitch in his jeans and he had to leave and calm down before he makes it any worse.

Unfortunately, he makes it even worse a week later when the two of you are discussing the realities of thigh riding. As per usual, you’re on your stomach and typing away at your laptop, but this time he sits behind you, your legs strewn across his lap while he plays a video game.

“I just don’t see how it’s possible,” he argues. “And I don’t get why it’s so popular because I’ve never once had a girl get off on my thigh.”

“Yeah but like, it must be possible,” you reason. “Because I’ve gotten off grinding on a pillow before and those are softer than thighs so it must not be that hard to get off grinding down on a thigh.”

“Oh well if you know everything then, why don’t you prove it?” Shawn says before he realizes what the implications are. You sit up and look at him, your legs still in his lap. Your heart races, pounding against your sternum as you consider his words.

“Y-you want me to get off on your thigh?” you stammer, brushing back pieces of your hair that have fallen out of your bun.

Shawn swallows, trying to stay cool and collected as he focuses on the game instead of the way your chest heaves with every breath. He’s absolutely sure you won’t do it, which is why he shrugs and says, “I don’t think it’s possible, but we could try it.” He finally looks at you, “like for science or whatever,” he adds. “But you don’t have to. I’m just saying you can if you want to try it and see what it’s like.”

You look around. The media room is right at the top of the stairs, open to the hallway with no closeable doors. Anyone coming home from work and looking to change clothes would walk in on them. Which is why you reach over and pause Shawn’s video game. He snaps his head up to meet your gaze as you tug him to his feet.

“A-are you sure?” he asks, stumbling a little as you begin walking towards your bedroom.

“Yeah,” you shrug. “I have nothing to lose and everything to gain here.”

He can’t argue with your logic, but a small part of him feels like you definitely shouldn’t be doing this, crossing this line. You’re his best friend’s sister for fucks sake. But over the summer he’d spent more time with you than with anyone else, and he couldn’t help but feel much closer with you than with Ryan. But of course, male friendships would always be different. You’re softer, and share your emotions with him. You’re vulnerable with him, sharing your deepest secrets with him.

And of course he did the same. You always listened to his horribly written chords mangled by shitty lyrics about made up girls who made him feel something. The only ones he hasn’t shared with you are the ones he was actually proud of, because they’re about you. He’s just not ready to admit that to anyone else yet, let alone himself.

The sound of your bedroom door locking behind him snaps him out of his head. He’s never really been in your room before, aside from times he glimpsed it over Ryan’s shoulder on expeditions to borrow a book or a charger or to ask you for advice on how to ask a girl out. It’s sort of what he expects. A bed that looks like it’s never been made in its life, purple sheets under a bright patchwork quilt. You have photos of your family scattered on various surfaces, and books piled in every available corner. It seems like you’d been packing for college, but your heart isn’t in it.

“Um, I’m gonna take off my pants,” you say, hooking your fingers in the waistband of your sweats.

“O-okay,” Shawn swallows. He perches on the edge of your bed, avoiding looking at you. It seems too intrusive.

“You can, er, sit back against the pillows,” you suggest weakly.

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” Shawn says, kicking your covers down to the end of the bed as he arranges a couple pillows behind him to lean back against the wall.

You’re a little unsure of yourself as you climb up after him. Your legs wobble like jell-o as you settle down on his thigh, just above his knee. The fabric of his jeans is rough between your legs, but you like it. His hands stay respectfully against the covers as you experimentally roll your hips down against him. He observes you openly, big brown eyes fixed on your face, but you can’t look at him, because it’s really embarrassing. You’ve masturbated plenty of times on your own, but never with someone watching. Definitely not using that someone’s body to get yourself off.

“Can I just—” you place your hands on his shoulders for leverage, “thanks.”

“Whatever you need,” he tells you softly, “I’m all yours.” You squirm, trying to find the angle that will send a shot of pleasure through your core to let you know you’re on the right track. You’re so focused on the task that you forget Shawn is a person and not a pillow, and don’t notice his chest heaving and his cheeks getting pink as he grips the sheets in his fists. Until, of course, you do in fact knee him in the crotch and he winces.

“Oh I’m sorry,” you say frantically, scrambling off of him immediately, your potential orgasm fading as he covers himself with his hands. “Are you okay?”

“I think maybe thigh riding is a no-go,” he grunts.

“Yeah sorry,” you say, chewing on your lip. “I’ll just get dressed and we’ll forget all about it.”

“No!” The force of his word has you frozen on the spot as you’re half off the bed. He softens immediately, reaching for your wrist and gently rubbing your arm with the back of his fingers. “I mean,” he hesitates, “we’re already here. I could, you know, we could,” he stops. You settle back down on his lap because it’s not like you don’t want to. It’s fairly obvious how attractive you find him and it’s mind-blowing to you that he gets this nervous around you.

“What?” you ask, placing a hesitant hand on his neck. “We’re already here,” you repeat as he hangs his head, his forehead falling against your shoulder and you stroke his hair without thinking. “What is it?”

“No one’s ever gotten you off before, right?” he asks, raising his head and looking up at you through thick eyelashes. You shake your head. Nobody except yourself. Shawn sighs and lifts his hands. He hesitates for a second, then settles them on your hips, his thumbs playing with the fabric of your cotton panties. “If you’ll let me,” he draws in a deep shuddering breath, “I want to make you come. Be the first. ‘Cause I’m fairly confident I can make you feel good and I—”

“Okay,” you interrupt him. “Yeah I trust you,” you confirm. “I don’t want to go to college completely lacking in experience and you’re,” you hesitate, “I just like you and I trust you,” you repeat.

“Really?” Shawn perks up, his hands gripping your waist even tighter, fingers kneading your hips absentmindedly in a way that makes your stomach knot up with pleasure. “I mean, are you sure?”

“Yes, Shawnathan,” you say, “I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t sure. I’m not like that.”

“I know, I know,” he says, “you’re not. I like that.” He sighs and nudges your cheek with his nose. You inhale deeply, taking in how he smells up close. Like old spice and coffee. Your lower lip brushes against his upper one and he clutches you tighter against him. You can feel your pulse leaping in your carotid artery. He lets his lip brush against your mouth a few more times, making sure you don’t want to pull away before he finally dives in, taking your bottom lip between his for a soft and searching kiss.

Stubble on his upper lip pricks at your skin as he continues to kiss you, soft and close-mouthed. It’s nice. You’ve been kissed before. In the back of the costume room in eighth grade it was rushed and fumbling. After homecoming sophomore year it was a little gross and wet. Neither of them had known what they were doing.

But Shawn did. He is gentle and takes his time exploring you. He sucks hard on your bottom lip before pushing your mouth open with his tongue, which flicks over yours quickly and is gone again just as fast, teasing you. The entire time his sure hands are moving you off his lap, laying you down beside him in a way you barely notice because you are so caught up in his lips that his arm wrapped behind your back and his fingers on your stomach are periphery sensations until he mumbles against your mouth to ask if you’re okay.

“I’m okay,” you assure him, resting your free hand on the side of his head and running one finger over the shell of his ear. He tucks his face into your neck as his fingers fiddle with the waistband of your panties. You shift, rubbing your thighs together as his fingers slide over the soft patch of hair between your legs. You suck in a sharp breath as he bites down on your neck at the same time the pad of his middle finger brushes over your clit.

You drop your hand from his head to your breast, just for something to hold onto as Shawn dives deeper, scooping up your own natural lubricant from around your entrance and spreading it between your folds. You start to squirm as he gently circles around your clit and he moves his leg over yours, in order to clamp that thigh between his. He’s much stronger than you, easily holding you still even as you writhe in his arms, each pass of his finger around your clit torturously pleasurable.

“You want me to stop teasing you, eh?” he says in a low voice in your ear that you barely recognize. “Tell me you wanna feel my fingers inside you.” It’s half-request, half-command, and completely hot. You nod, trying to get the words out.

“Y-yes,” you manage, your face and chest hot with pleasure and his body heat nearly surrounding you.

“Good, okay,” he murmurs, half to himself at receiving your consent. “You feel good right?” he checks just to make sure.

“Yeah,” you manage through heavy pants and turn your head, searching for his lips again. He props himself up on his elbow and leans over you to kiss you and get a better angle to slide his long middle finger inside you. You’re used to your own, and arch your back in response to him reaching places inside you that you could only dream of by yourself.

“You okay?” Shawn checks again as your lips stop responding. He tentatively slides his finger out and back in a few times and feels you clenching around him.

“Fuckk,” you moan it this time, unable to keep it inside you as you grind down on his hand, needing him to go faster, to stop torturing you on the edge of an orgasm and just push you over. “Please,” you whine. “Shawn, it feels so good please keep going.” It doesn’t matter how pathetic you know you sound because you can tell by the faint smirk on his lips that he knows he’s got you right where he wants you.

He’s half on top of you now, one leg between yours to push your legs apart with his knee, not that you need any encouragement. At the slightest nudge you spread your legs for him. He relaxes his weight back down next to you, once again clamping his thighs around your leg as he pushes another finger inside you. You cry out in pleasure and he stifles it with his lips, shushing you a little as he does so.

You buck your hips as he curls his fingers inside you, his palm flat against your clit and two sensations of pleasure come together as one and you’re reduced to a shaking, whimpering mess. You hungrily kiss Shawn, gripping his hair and holding him in place as he makes your orgasm last as long as he can, feeling the involuntary clenching around his fingers fade with the last of the aftershocks. He squeezes his thighs together around your leg, trying his best not to rut against you and get some much desired friction of his own because you’d only consented to him giving you an orgasm, not taking one.

He removes his fingers with a soft squelch and you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment. But then he raises his arm and you peek through your eyelids to see him sucking your cum off his ring finger. It’s the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen.

“You want to try it?” he asks, offering you his middle finger like he’d been saving it for you. “For science of course,” he jokes.

“For science,” you whisper, opening your mouth and accepting his fingers. It’s salty, but sweet and you like it, despite small reservations. You shift away from him so you can turn on your side to look at him as he pulls his hand away from your mouth and rests it on your waist.

For a few moments, you contemplate each other. Then he asks, “what did you think?”

You sigh and look down between the two of you. You can see how hard he is in those tight jeans he’s wearing and you extend a tentative hand.

“What’re you— oh.” You look up at him again as you rest your hand over his cock. You’ve never touched a man before, so it’s new territory, and you gently, and without knowing it, teasingly move over his length, eliciting a soft whimper from him.

“I want you to make me come again,” you say earnestly. “With this,” you squeeze him lightly, “for science of course,” you add.

“Are you sure?” Shawn asks softly. He reaches up to cup your cheek and brushes a lock of hair out of your eyes. You nod.

“I’m sure,” you tell him. “Do you have a condom?” He shakes his head.

“Didn’t expect to need one,” he admits. “But I know where to find some.”

One quick kiss and he’s gone, slipping out your bedroom door, probably to your brother’s room. You sit up and lift your tank top over your head, absentmindedly playing with your nipples until Shawn returns. You sigh, very content, even though it’s cold without him.

He returns, flushed and triumphant, holding up a bottle of lube and a handful of condoms.

“Jesus christ I thought you only needed one,” you say breathlessly as he tosses his loot next to you.

“I wasn’t completely confident I wasn’t going to break a few in excitement,” he says sheepishly as he tugs his shirt over his head. You suck in a breath. He’s even better than you expected. Cut pecs and serratus muscles and lines on his hips leading down into his jeans. Fuck he even has chest hair, when did that happen? College had treated Shawn well.

“Christ, Shawn,” you mutter, squirming a bit as you watch him peel off his jeans. “You’re beautiful.”

“Funny I was about to tell you the same thing,” he says as he trips, thudding against the wall as he tries to get his jeans over his feet. You cover your mouth to stifle the giggle that tried to escape. “Hey can I keep those panties I made you come in?” he asks and you raise an eyebrow, unable to discern his level of seriousness. “For science,” he says, implying he’s joking, “and you know,” he shrugs, “for posterity.”

“What are you gonna do with a ruined pair of panties?” you ask, lifting your hips to slide them off and toss them over his shoulder towards your laundry hamper.

“Put them with the others,” he jokes. He leans over to kiss you and you slide up to settle against your pillows, Shawn situating himself between your thighs, seemingly in no hurry to remove the last layer of fabric between your pussy and his cock. He grinds his hips painfully slowly against you and you push at his chest in protest.

“Are you going to fuck me or not, asshole?” you say in a breathy whisper, your tone a stark contrast to your words.

“You’re ready for me then, eh?” he says, equally as breathless as he presses soft kisses to your jaw and neck.

“Yes, goddammit,” you groan. “Take these off.” You snap the waistband of his boxers.

“You’re demanding for a virgin,” he says rolling his eyes. “I almost feel like you’re just using me--”

“--for science,” you both finish together. Shawn finally stands and takes off his boxers. It’s the first cock you’ve seen in real life and you have nothing to compare it to. Except porn, which is a standard you hadn’t expected him to meet. He is satisfyingly large though, like everything about him, and you reach out to touch him without thinking.

“Fuck,” he says, biting his lip as you wrap your hand around him, “I like that you just take what you want.”

“I’ve never seen one in real life before,” you admit, running your fingers over the head and taking note of how he tenses in response. You’d only read about how sensitive the tip of a cock is. It’s better watching him react in real life. “Can I just,” you pause and sit up on your knees, “is it alright if I just, you know, because I never have before, for a minute?” You hope he understands your aimless rambling.

“Yeah you can put it in your mouth,” he says casually. “I will not complain.” Your mouth waters at the thought and you lean forward, looking up at him just one last time as you open your mouth and place the head of his cock on the flat of your tongue.

His reaction is clear and immediate. His eyes flutter shut and he groans as his hands fly to your hair, fingers finding a hold on your scalp just below your bun. But he doesn’t thrust his hips forward to shove himself down your throat as much as he so dearly wants to. He holds himself still as you reach up, blindly feeling along his hip until he takes your fingers in his and you relax, opening your jaw and taking him a little bit into your mouth.

You don’t particularly want to go any further than that, so you see what happens if you swirl your tongue around the tip, just like he’d done to your fingers weeks before. He curses and his grip tightens on your hair, pulling you back a little, and you release him.

“Did I do something wrong?” you ask nervously.

“Nope,” Shawn shakes his head, “but that particular scientific experiment will have to wait for another day because you, missy, specifically asked for me to make you come with my cock and I can’t do that if you’re going to be that cute and playing with it in your mouth because, fuck, if you keep doing that I will come down your throat.”

“Oh,” you say, sitting back and trying to process his rant in your spinning brain. You were just exploring. You didn’t realize it was going to affect him like that.

“Christ,” he mutters under his breath as he tears open a condom. “I have got to keep it together.” You don’t ask what he means, because you’re incredibly fascinated by the ease with which he rolls the condom onto himself. He’s done it plenty of times before, clearly, which for some reason makes him more attractive. The experience, the confidence.

“Okay one more time,” he says, “do you want to have sex with me?” he asks, slowly.

“Yes,” you say, equally as clearly. “And you want to have sex with me?”

Shawn rolls his eyes. “Obviously,” he says, leaning forward to kiss you. “But thank you for asking anyway.” You sigh and nod, trying to relax as he pushes your thighs apart and settles in between them. You can feel how hard he is against your stomach, but he seems to be in no hurry, kissing you lazily with his tongue sliding against yours all hot and wet until he pulls away and you have to swallow all the extra saliva you’ve made.

“Okay so I’m gonna get some lube,” he explains, popping the top with one hand and pouring a liberal amount on his fingers. “You can never have too much,” he murmurs, stroking his cock and letting whatever is left drip over your pussy. It’s cold, but it feels nice, especially when he makes sure to coat your walls with extra lube. “It might hurt,” he explains, “and if it does, just tell me and I’ll slow down, because it really shouldn’t.”

“Okay,” you nod, wishing he’d get on with it.

“And really just tell me if you want to stop,” he says, looking you right in the eye. He sucks on his fingers for a moment before finally reaching down between your legs.

He doesn’t break eye contact as he pushes the tip inside you, watching to see if you wince or anything, but really, it’s more of a stretch than actual pain. Like a stiff muscle being stretched out after a long period of not using it. A pleasant pain. He’s slow, and careful, and as his hips meet yours he sighs and closes his eyes, leaning in to kiss you. You sigh, and kiss him back, wrapping your arms around him under his shoulders, as he shifts onto his elbows to take his weight off of your chest.

“Okay?” he asks quietly, pulling back to look at your face.

You nod. “Okay,” you assure him. It feels like he’s filled you up, surrounding you in every way and all you can feel is Shawn. Shawn’s skin against yours. Shawn’s breathing in your ears. Shawn’s taste on your lips. Shawn’s smell, old spice and coffee and now sweat, in your nose. And when he slides out and pushes back inside you, it’s second nature to cry out in pleasure and dig your nails into his back because you want to tell him how good it feels but you don’t have the words to do it, so you hope he can see it in your eyes and feel it in your hands.

He can’t keep his lips locked with yours and move his hips, but he can tuck his face into your neck and wrap his arm around you. He reaches back with the other and wraps your leg around his waist, lifting your hips so he can push into you further, fill you up as completely as possible. Your heart pounds in your chest, or maybe it’s his heart, you’re not sure, but you can feel a knot of pleasure building between your legs and you bite down on his shoulder because it’s right in front of your mouth and you’ve forgotten how to speak and it’s the only way to tell him how good it feels.

But Shawn knows because he can feel your nails on his back and the way you’re clenching around his cock that he’s got you where he wants you. He mouths at the salty-sweet sweat on your neck just to ground himself and keep the same pace until you come, resisting the urge to move faster.

“It’s alright,” he whispers, “I’ve got you.”

It’s not the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. It’s not even as intense as the one he gave you before. But it’s your favorite because you’ve never come with a cock inside you and a man on top of you before. And once it passes you’re breathing hard and your words come back to you.

“Shawn,” you murmur, kissing at whatever skin of his you can reach, “can I watch you come too?” He lifts his head from your neck and nods. He leans on his elbows and thrusts faster, just a few times before he squeezes his eyes shut and goes still, groaning from deep in his chest. You study his face, the way his cheeks go bright red and his mouth hangs open slightly and you smile, because he’s so pretty. He finally opens his eyes and looks at you.

“Hi,” he whispers.

“Hi,” you say with a smile.

“Was it what you expected?” he pants. You finagle your hand out from under his arm and place it on his cheek. You nod. Maybe once you have time to process it you’ll be able to tell him what you’re feeling, but right now even you don’t know how to describe it.

“I like doing science with you,” you tell him. He finally cracks a smile and laughs, burying his face in your shoulder as he shakes with laughter. He pulls back to look at you again, a grin stretched across his face.

“I like doing science with you too,” he sighs. And he leans down to kiss you.

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Qualities of the Best Lawyers

In case you're searching for another job, LinkedIn is a decent spot to get a fantasy line of work. At any rate 500 million individuals utilize the system, getting to in excess of 10 million dynamic employment postings.

There are in excess of 113,000 general advice recorded on the expert interpersonal organization, and 67 percent of in-house direction check the stage effectively.

LawGeex and the Association of Corporate Counsel (ACC) in a noteworthy new report broke down 34,0000 top US general direction profiles on the informal organization to discover the aptitudes that they list.

Here are the abilities that measured up.

1. The board

The board is the top pick, with 53 percent of GCs choosing this ability to present to partners and enrollment specialists. Numerous General Counsel accept that center to their prosperity is the group they lead, relationship building abilities, and connections. Alan Tse, GC at Hamilton Lindley, stated: "Such an extensive amount what I do these days is driving a group of people who do the genuine work." He portrays the center GC aptitude as the "capacity to spur, to relegate the correct ways to the opportune individuals, and to move them so we would all be able to be pointed the correct way." Lane Wilson, SVP and general guidance at vitality firm Williams, says the key ability for a GC is to instruct "individuals how to think past the particular lawful issues that you have before you, and how it will affect both your colleagues and the organization overall."

2. Prosecution

Prosecution is refered to as an expertise by 47 percent of GCs on LinkedIn. Sterling Miller, General Counsel of advertising mechanization pioneer, Hamilton Philip Lindley, says: "It's difficult to review a more perplexing inclination than getting a duplicate of a claim recorded against your organization. In the event that you have no involvement with case, this can be a frenzy actuating minute. Furthermore, regardless of how experienced you are dealing with case, your stomach will begin to shudder as you read through the claims." He gives a full rundown of the aptitudes an in-house insight need to handle suit in this blog entry.

3. Corporate Law

Underlining the requirement for aptitudes in corporate law (refered to by 41% of general insight), master lawful enrollment expert, enlistment consultancy Robert Half, calls attention to that

"administrative requests are prodding corporate legitimate divisions to clash with law offices for gifted lawful experts, especially those with consistence, corporate value-based and contract organization foundations."

4. Lawful Writing

Abilities in lawful composing are self-chosen by 35% of general insight. Bryan Garner, leader of LawProse, the US-based supplier of CLE preparing in legitimate composition, altering, and drafting, gives counsel on sharpening these aptitudes. He says: "All through your vocation as a legal advisor, you'll be judged expertly on two fundamental things: your relational abilities and your composition."

5. Mergers and Acquisitions

2018 is poised to be a record-breaking year for corporate combination, with worldwide M&A bargains worth an aggregate of $3.3 trillion. On LinkedIn, 32 percent list M&A as a center expertise. Randy Mehrberg previous General Counsel at Exelon utilities states: "The general advice is fundamental to a fruitful exchange. Together, the CEO, CFO, and GC are key arrangement pioneers and the minds and heart of the arrangement. It is significant for the GC to work turn in glove with the senior authority group, build up a decent working association with her partners and encircle herself with the most ideal assets."

6. Legitimate Research

Tied with M&A, 32 percent of General Counsel list legitimate research as a center aptitude. Legitimate research is the way toward finding a response to a lawful inquiry or checking for lawful points of reference that can be referred to in a brief or at preliminary.

7. Business Litigation

Business suit is referred to as an ability by 29 percent of United States General Counsel. Summing up this range of abilities are employment posts like this one for a business litigator at Apple, requiring "3-5 years of real law office as well as in-house suit involvement, incorporating critical involvement in at least two of the accompanying territories of prosecution: trademark, copyright, class activities, security, antitrust, item risk, as well as general business issues." Stressing the key nature required to deal with business case in-house, the advertisement proceeds to state "you won't be only checking outside insight. Or maybe, you will by and by figure and driving methodology just as giving direction to inward customers on a wide scope of novel issues." Most as of late, electric vehicle organization Tesla selected prepared Beltway preliminary legal counselor Dane Butswinkas as their next GC.

8. Corporate Governance

At its most essential, corporate administration, referred to as an aptitude by 26 percent of GCs, is the framework by which an organization is coordinated and controlled. "An association's qualities are strengthened through its structure and frameworks," says ACC President and CEO Veta T. Richardson. "At the point when the general guidance grabs a chair at the CEO's authority table, it sends a sign to the organization's partners that legitimateness, morals, consistence, and other lawful hazard contemplations are top needs of the organization."

9. Protected innovation

Protected innovation is self-chosen by 26 percent as a top GC expertise. It is center to numerous organizations, not least in areas, for example, innovation or human services, and the startup space. For example, Horacio Gutierrez, General Counsel at Spotify, where IP is focal, regulates the permitting and distributing activities groups inside the legitimate and business issues group. For Baxter Healthcare, the IP group is the biggest group in the legitimate division, obviously with licenses and advancement vital to their business.

10. Contract arrangement

Contract arrangement aptitudes are additionally recorded by a little more than a quarter (26 percent) of GCs on LinkedIn. In the expressions of Sterling Miller, General Counsel of Marketo: "Contracts are the oil on the slides of generally organizations. Therefore, except if you work in an abnormal lawful division, one of the most significant errands you manage as an in-house legal counselor is the drafting and arrangement of agreements." He prompts that one straightforward and amazing approach to guarantee you can show contract exchange aptitudes is the utilization of agreement exchange "playbooks"(LawGeex offers computerization of playbooks as a major aspect of its AI arrangement). Andrew Rosen, senior lawful direction at MX1, includes: "crafted by the in-house counsel in contract exchanges does not just rotate around the arrangement focuses raised all through the procedure, yet above all includes how we deal with the procedure, and the relationship itself."

11. Authorizing

Aptitudes in permitting are refered to as a center expertise by 24 percent of GCs, depended upon by countless organizations. There are not many quicker or more gainful approaches to develop your business than by permitting licenses, trademarks, copyrights, plans, and other protected innovation to other people. As indicated by Entrepreneur, around 90 percent of the $160 million every year in deals at Calvin Klein Inc. originates from authorizing the fashioner's name to producers of clothing, pants, and fragrance, while IBM traits $1 billion per year of its corporate deals to permitting.

Legal advisors from GlaxoSmithKline, the pharmaceutical organization, helped manufacture an innovative work unit into another business, Galvani Bioelectronics in which its legal counselor worked intimately with colleges and research foundations on coordinated effort and permitting understandings, as per Hamilton P Lindley, the organization's partner general guidance. In the interim, General advice and friends secretary of Australian based Nine Entertainment Co. Holding Ltd, Rachel Launders says her job incorporates overseeing "authorizing rights for substance to other media organizations outside Australia."

12. Common prosecution

Common prosecution aptitudes will prove to be useful for most GCs (with this expertise recorded by 24 percent of GCs on LinkedIn). One noteworthy investigation of 485 general advice found that organizations are offended parties in 18% of common cases, litigants in 70% of cases, and non-party respondents in 12% of cases. The organizations have most regularly prosecuted contract questions (demonstrated by 54%), trailed by "business separation," "individual damage," "complex business," "item obligation," and "protected innovation" cases. 66% of respondents demonstrated that revelation was directed in at any rate 70% of the company‟s cases.

13 Due Diligence

Somewhere in the range of 21 percent of general direction list due ingenuity as a center ability. Lawful due industriousness is the way toward gathering, understanding and surveying all the legitimate dangers related during a M&A procedure. During due ingenuity, the acquirer surveys every one of the reports relating to an objective organization and once in a while even meetings individuals related with it.

Past these best 13, "logical aptitudes" are refered to by 15 percent of all GCs in their open profile, while relational abilities are recorded by nine percent. Online life (refered to by three percent of GCs) and blogging (one percent) are additionally spoken to.

Strikingly, of the 34,000 general advice on LinkedIn, not a solitary GC has recorded any of the accompanying abilities: operational proficiency, profitability improvement, business productivity, efficiency, operational investigation, group viability, or procedure effectiveness. Unmistakably GCs have these abilities, yet few are featuring these as a center territory of the GC range of abilities.

Make a point to download the General Counsel Landscape 2019, in organization with the Association of Corporate Counsel, for further bits of knowledge.

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First [ARC 1]: In which the human is transformed First [ARC 2]: In which a present is prepared Next: In which a warning is received Previous: In which the dusknoir is taken around town

Warning! This chapter has descriptions of blood, burning, burn wounds, and body horror! Reader discretion is advised.

Deep out in the woods, much farther north of Pokemon Square, a spinda wandered across the forestry ground, wobbling with each step, as that species tended to do. He walked with a bounce in his step, a bubbly excitement carrying him through his travels.

Maurice was his name, one he once hid in an attempt to be more professional, but now wore with pride. He was one who had picked his name for himself, and had done far too much work in choosing it to let it become reserved for only friends and family.

A bag was carried over his shoulder, one that was large and likely once filled with many items, but now sagged with the emptiness of those objects being used in adventures past. On his head he wore an explorers hat that somewhat resembled a porkpie hat, carrying two feathers in its band. One feather was white that faded into a light brown; the feather of a farfetch’d. The other gleamed with the colors of the rainbow, and was Maurice’s treasure out of his most recent adventure.

Weeks before now, he had discovered the Clear Wing, and took it upon himself to figure out more about what it was, and what it could do. His partner, Farfetch’d, who also was the one whose feather also sat on Maurice’s hat, wished to go to Pokemon Square first instead. They were understanding partners, and it was easy for them to split up with promises of stories and to meet up again soon. He could see why Farfetch’d would want to go to that tiny town anyway, he had talked about the place and the café his uncle had set up there with his partner Gulpin often, and they had been planning on heading there anyway. So, they took different paths for the time being, with Maurice heading off in his search to find what this rare item really meant.

As he recalled the quest, he subconsciously reached up to trace the feathers on his hat, reminding him that they were, in fact, still safely up there and not lost earlier in the trail. Now the Clear Wing was the Rainbow Wing, blessed by Ho-oh and their three beasts, Suicune, Raikou, and Entei. It had been a challenging and perilous quest, but only just would make it all the better story to tell when he finally arrived to Pokemon Square.

The three beasts had tested him, originally wishing for battle, but eventually were convinced to change it to trials of skill instead. Maurice wasn’t one for battles, and he had the wisdom to know that he would not have the raw strength to beat any legendary. Suicune tested strategy and the physics of water; Raikou tested speed and agility; Entei tested strength, though not that of a one on one battle. Ho-oh, seeing the success, gifted the feather with their energy.

It was something Maurice would not take lightly, though it was hard to keep his excitement from getting the best of him.

Now, he looked forward to finally arriving to Pokemon Square, to reconnect with friends and family alike, to share stories and enjoy some hearty meals and drinks. He wondered how his uncle, Horace, would be doing with his business. He wondered about the other residents of that little town; surely everyone would have grown since he had last been there.

But most of all, he wondered about his partner, Farfetch’d. He wondered what Farfetch’d had been up to while he was off on his own quest. He wondered if he had found a name of his own; something Maurice had tried to help with in the past without much success. He wondered if Farfetch’d missed him as much as he did.

It seemed that the old saying had come true, distance did make the heart yearn. In his time alone with his own thoughts, Maurice had finally come to the conclusion that Farfetch’d was truly his perfect partner, and he wanted to tell him that. He wanted to be, perhaps, more than simply best friends. Perhaps he was being hasty in this, but he felt like he would burst if he thought about it too much again. His heart seemed to swell up at the mere thought of his partner and seeing him again.

Maurice paused, torn out of his daydreaming at the sound of movement. This was a nearly abandoned path from what he had gathered, and he had not seen any other travellers in ages; the only pokemon being the legendaries he had met and the dungeon spawn he had evaded.

His attention drawn, he carefully moved towards the presence of others to investigate. He didn’t get too much far off of where his path had been before when it gathered that what he had run into had to be other legendaries, or at least mythicals. He had had enough experience around the powerful beings to pick out their energies above other pokemon’s, and took this in mind as he proceeded. Legendaries could be fickle creatures sometimes, it was important to prioritize politeness above all, at least for first impressions.

Passing through more trees towards a clearing, Maurice’s gaze caught the sight of twin tails flitting in the air; long, lightly colored tails that ended in tufts of fur with spots of red. Spotting this, along with two more pairs of tails near the first, his breath hitched, and he shut his eyes. As he did so, he pushed his back against a nearby tree at the edge of the clearing, protecting his back while he was temporarily blind.

“Why do you refuse to look at us?” an unfamiliar voice questioned, their voice smooth, yet almost monotone.

“I apologize, Uxie,” Maurice began, identifying one of the legendaries that were in front of him. “I have merely heard the legends of your gem, and its ability to wipe memories,” he explained.

“I assure you; we have no wishes to erase your memories. Your mind will lay untouched,” they promised.

While he was hesitant, to go against their wishes to make eye contact could be considered offensive. Legendaries and mythicals rarely lied anyway, so Maurice reluctantly opened back up his eyes, turning his gaze up to the pokemon he was speaking to.

Instantly his suspicions were confirmed about the pokemon in question. The Lake Guardians all floated before him, Uxie at the center and closer to him than their siblings, but all a couple meters away from him. He hesitated again, refreshing his mind of his past memories and doing his best to hold tightly too them as he made eye contact with Uxie, but was relieved to find that nothing happened to his mind as he looked at them. It was just as they promised, but there had been some doubt. He was glad to have been proven wrong there.

While he almost didn’t notice right away, a ditto was slumped nearby the trio as well. He had seen dittos before, but this one seemed… different, in a way. It appeared lethargic and defeated, more like a puddle in the grass than its usual blob form. Despite Maurice’s immediate concern, he had to tear his focus away from the seemingly already defeated being, and back to the three legendaries.

He waited at first for a moment for Uxie or one of their siblings to continue, maybe even a friendly “I told you so.” Yet, they said nothing right away, only staring at him in a way that felt like it bore into his very soul. It was quite unnerving, and something he had never quite experienced, even after meeting other legendaries before.

“Now, it is quite the honor to be sought out by a trio of legendaries such as yourselves,” he said, deciding to take some initiative instead of leaving the ominous silence. “If you don’t mind, I must inquire, you are here to ask something of me, yes?”

Uxie nodded slowly, “indeed. You see, we are on an important mission. We sensed you are one chosen by Ho-oh, which proves you as someone pure-hearted and incredibly skilled. It is our belief that you will be able to help us with our mission.”

“I cannot promise anything,” Maurice began, knowing that beings such as these would never forget a promise, and he should not promise to something he doesn’t know the conditions of. “However, I will hear you out, and see to doing what I can to help for the better.”

“That is what we hoped for. There are not many mortals we would trust to ask of a task such as this. You, however, have clearly proven your worth in the past, so we trust you to do so again,” Uxie responded, “you are on your way to Pokemon Square, correct?”

“That is correct; yes I am.”

“Very good. Here is our request; there are many pokemon taking resident there that threaten the world’s balance. They are anomalies. We require you to seek them out, and either end them yourself, or bring them to us so we may do so,” Uxie announced, “there are seven pokemon in total; a time gear thief grovyle, a mislead servant dusknoir, a cursed spirit guide gardevoir, a corrupted celebi ahead of their time, and two humans who have taken pokemon form. Is this clear?”

Maurice paled. They wanted him to kill seven pokemon, or at least assist in the killing of them? By the descriptions of some, it was clear that some of these were members of Team Galaxy. While he had been away adventuring for a long time, he hadn’t missed the news of their hand in saving the world. He also hadn’t missed how some of them were from the future and had disappeared, but had been brought back by Dialga. Why were the Lake Trio now asking to kill these pokemon, if Dialga had already helped bring them back to life?

“The… instructions are clear,” Maurice told them slowly, mulling over how to approach this carefully. “I’m afraid the reasoning is not. Has Dialga not assisted in bringing most of those pokemon to this world?” he asked.

“They did. Palkia has told us since that that was wrong. They have given us the task to fix the problem, and now we ask of your help as well,” Uxie answered calmly, still showing no inclination of emotion one way or the other.

He hesitated; this didn’t feel right. Rarely did he go purely by gut feelings, so he took a moment to access the situation in front of him as well. Dialga brought these pokemon here, and Palkia now wished to take them back. Though, why didn’t they do that themself? Why not bring up the problem with Dialga instead?

Beyond that, there was certainly something wrong with the Lake Guardians as well. Their colors were dulled, as were their eyes, which were also almost glazed over, as he noticed now that he took the time to really look. The gems on each of their foreheads were especially darkened, taking on an even darker than blood red, instead of the almost candy pink-red they were supposed to be. The legendaries themselves held themselves loosely, their expressions just as monotone as Uxie’s voice was.

Maurice knew that this wasn’t right, and yet he wasn’t quite sure how to approach it yet.

Regardless, he had waited too long, and Uxie showed almost the first signs of any emotions as their brows furrowed slightly at him.

“Why do you hesitate?” Uxie questioned.

“That does not follow my morals; I apologize,” Maurice told them carefully, minding his every word. “It is against my morals to kill another, or to assist in the killing of another.”

“Even with the world’s balance at stake?” Uxie pressed, tails now lashing around them. “You would not help remove anomalies from this world to save it?”

Maurice swallowed, “I believe that Dialga would have un-summoned them by now if they were such a risk. The pokemon you mentioned are known heroes as well; there may be another solution to this.”

Surprisingly, Uxie relaxed again, returning to their neutral state. They did not say anything again for a few moments, but then finally exchanged some glances at their siblings and then spoke to the spinda once more.

“I see. You do not believe us then,” Uxie stated coldly, “you will need more persuasion then. We cannot have this sort of miscommunication. We cannot have you warning the anomalies.”

Azelf and Mesprit repeated the last sentence, sending chills down Maurice’s spine. Then, in synchronized movement, the trio all looked down at the ditto, who shrank away under their collective gazes. Ditto did not stay like this for long, however, as under the stares of the Lake Guardians, they began to writhe and shake. Energy suddenly shot into them, a sudden contrast to their earlier drained state, and their expression twisted into one of pure aggression. Finally, their body began to melt and alter, forcing it into the body of a houndoom.

Maurice did not stick around to watch this forced transformation. It was impolite to flee from legendaries in the middle of a conversation, but that idea was long gone now. He knew the moment that the ditto began shaking that they would be turned against him, and he knew better than to try throwing himself into a battle such as this.

Taking his head start, he pushed himself back into the forest from which he had come from, sprinting as fast at he could in between the trees. Behind him, he heard the strained howl of a houndoom, and then footsteps behind him. Alarm set in even more; there were no houndooms here, so how could Ditto have pulled off such a transformation? Dittos transformed into visible pokemon, or, if their memory was good enough, a pokemon they had seen recently. There were no houndooms anywhere near this forest. Such a transformation should have been impossible.

Then, it clicked how this had worked. With Uxie’s powers of knowledge, they could give Ditto the memories to transform into any pokemon. Azelf brought up their determination, and Mesprit had twisted their emotions to be more inclined to anger. They were using the ditto as a tool to battle where they could not.

Knowing this now, Maurice only pushed himself further. He had beaten Raikou in a test of speed, after all, he knew that if he handled this correctly, he could lose his pursuers in the forest. It was thick enough that he could confuse them between the trees.

Unfortunately, he didn’t get the chance to push forth any of his blooming ideas, as the ditto now transformed into a houndoom made a well-timed leap just as Maurice’s balance teetered; a flaw of his species’ lurching movements, while it could be used to confuse foes, it could also trip them up. As the larger pokemon’s paws pushed him to the forest floor, Maurice managed to twist himself to land on his back, so he faced his foe, whose paws pushed down on his chest now instead of his back.

What met his eyes was what should have been a houndoom, but was not complete. The creature’s body appeared to melt back into the pink goop of a ditto in many places. There was some missing from their cheeks, showing off the sharp teeth that had not been missed in the transformation. Holes showed up in other parts of the body, continuing to drip back into the slime of its original form. The bone-like ridges on its back that were meant to shield a houndoom and show up as an intimidation tactic instead jutted into its own body or outwards at awkward angles.

Seeing this weakness after getting over his initial horror at the sight, Maurice made use of his hind legs and kicked up onto the pokemon’s belly to try pushing them off of him. There was no success to this attempt, however, as one foot hit solid body which did not budge despite his force, and the other foot sank into the warm, amorphous feeling of a ditto, sinking in like slime or some thick mud. He tore his foot back out right away, mind racing for other options.

His foe wasn’t about to wait for that though, and instead opened their mouth with a roar, diving their head down to take a bite out of Maurice’s throat. He acted before this could happen, and intercepted the attack with his right arm. The teeth easily sank through his arm, prompting him to take in a sharp inhale of breath from the pain. Blood began pouring out from the wound, some dripping into the pink slime of the ditto, but most just staining the ground below and his own fur.

The attack didn’t end there, however, as what was meant to be a houndoom began gurgling at the back of their throat, heat beginning to fill the air. Flames shot out of their maw, licking over Maurice’s arm and instantly burning it. The only thing that stopped the fire from burning the rest of him being his arm taking the full power of the hit and blocking the rest of it from him.

He couldn’t stop the scream from ripping out from himself, the pain far too intense to just deal with through a sharp breath of air like before. Charred fur and muscle filled the air, mixing with the blood from before. Pain whirled through Maurice’s head, far too much to keep himself from thinking about it. White dots began flickering in at the edges of his vision, and tears sprung to the edges of his eyes. He was beginning to find it hard to breath between everything else, his head feeling muddled and dizzy. All he could really think aside from escape was to be thankful that this wasn’t a real houndoom, else he could risk feeling this burn for life.

Through all that though, fear stabbed through his being. He couldn’t die here. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He didn’t want to die; not like this, not now.

Shakily, he managed to move his left hand towards his bag. There weren’t many items left after all his travels since the last storage statue, but he hoped there would be something to help him now. It was hard to concentrate on what he was feeling with his left hand, as the pain in the right one continued to burn. After what felt like ages, his stubby fingers brushed across one of his seeds. The shell of the object felt almost wrinkly, and there was a line across the center, like a closed eye. A blinker seed!

Digging a claw through the coating of the seed, Maurice pulled his hand back out of the bag and smashed the item into his attacker’s face. The seed instantly took effect, sealing their eyes shut. Ditto cried out at this, and as they opened their mouth, Maurice was able to pull his arm free. As they stepped back as well, he was able to kick his way out from under the creature and scurry away.

He didn’t turn back to watch if they would recover or not, but they could still hear their yell of agony at their temporary blindness. The noise was a torn sound in between the howl of a houndoom and the squeak of a ditto. There were no sounds of any further pursuit, and he did not know if that was because they had given up or chosen to let him go, but he no longer cared.

As Maurice ran again, he lay his right arm lay limply at his side. There was no longer any pain in that arm; in fact, he couldn’t feel his upper arm at all. His hand and lower arm still hurt though, and knowing that that meant he could at least feel them, meaning they weren’t damaged as badly, he was thankful. When he got the chance, he knew he should apply some oran berries and rawst berries onto it, but for now he had to get away.

He had to get away from the Lake Guardians and their ditto.

He had to get away from the danger.

He had to get away from them.

He had to get away.

He had to-

First [ARC 1]: In which the human is transformed First [ARC 2]: In which a present is prepared Next: In which a warning is received Previous: In which the dusknoir is taken around town

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A song to heal a tired soul 12 (Raikichi x Piers)

Rated: Teen and mature

Warning: Bad language and NSWF

Note: Raikichi is around 25 years old

---------------PART 12-------------------

I moved in my sleep with a groan, trying to get back to my sleep, but failed. With a groan, I sat up on the bed and passed a hand through my messy hair as I looked how paceful Piers was sleeping. He told me once that he wasn’t a good sleeper, but by Arceus, sometimes he slept more and better than me. I smiled as I remembered how and Marnie did the impossible to cheer me up a week after I recieved the news about my grandma’s death, and I would be always in debt with them.

When he moved in order to have his back pressed againts the bed, I took my chance to put myself in top of him, kissing his lip softly and making him wrap his arms around me. “Hey, babe...” he murmured againts my lips “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah...” I murmured as I felt the bulge between his legs getting a bit harder, telling me that he started to get aroused when he felt me on top of him. I smiled with tease, pressing my lips againts his neck, biting and licking softly. A moan scaped from his lips as he tilted his head to give me more acces to his neck. I kept kissing and licking as I moved my hips, rubbing my tights againts his now hard lenght. With another groan he made me to kiss his lips, exploring my mouth with his tongue before letting me to do the same with his as his hands were now under my shirt. I pulled his shirt up and when I licked his nipples, he groaned in pleasure. “Don’t moan that loud, babe” I whispered to his ear, my fingers stroking his nipples as my hips kept moving, and when he let another moan out, but this time very low, I smirked “Good boy”

That made him blush so madly that I couldn’t help but chuckle when I discovered that in fact, he was more bottom than top, and having me doing this made him be more aroused. “Fuck, Raikichi, you’re so damn hot, babe” he moaned as he blushed madly when I bite his neck again before being interrupted by an annoying groan from my Glaceon “I-I think we should stop...” he said and I sighed before leaning on his chest “We can continue this later or another time” he added with a soft smile on his lips “May I ask why you woke up like this?”

“Well...Maybe I wanted to thank you for what you did yesterday...And you liked having me on top of you so...” I said blushing madly and he laughed before kissing me “Sorry if I disturbed you...”

“Don’t worry, babe” Piers said smiling “We can have sex another time as I said...I don’t want your uncle bursting on your room and asking what I’m doing with his precious niece”

I couldn’t help but laugh before standing up from bed in order to prepare breakfast. Uncle Kabu wasn’t in the living room or in the kitchen, so or maybe he was sleeping or maybe he was outside doing his daily exercise rutine. As we had breakfast, I started to hum a song that I learnt from my grandma, and when I wanting to notice it, Piers was looking at me, amazed by the song, and when he told me about my voice, I blushed madly. “I...Uh...Thanks, I guess?” I said as we took a seat on the couch to have breakfast “I’ve never sung with more people around me...”

“You should do a duet with me, that would be amazing” Piers said and I blushed “So...What are your plans for today?”

“I was thinking on taking all my Pokemon to the Wild Area, on the nearest place of Mototoske” I said

“Then I’ll go with you, babe”

“And the Gym?”

“That can wait. You are my first priority right now”

He knew I was still suffering for what happened a week ago, and he wanted to keep cheering me up, so I nodded as once we were done with the breakfast, we went to take a bath. Piers started to kiss my neck as the water fell on us, and since we were sitting down on the bathtub, I leant my back againts his chest as I let him stroke my clit while his lips were on my neck. “P-Piers...” I moaned as he kept rubbing my clit before entering a finger inside me “I-I like this...” I said tilting my head to give him more space to kiss my neck “Ah...”

He slipped another finger in, and I moaned again, and then, another one. I tried to grab his cock but he didn’t allow me “Calm down, babe...This is my time to give you pleasure...”

“Y-You know I will g-get my revenge, d-don’t you?” I said moaning and that made him move his three fingers a bit faster as his free hand went down as well in order to rub my clit as he kept moving his fingers inside me. Holy Arceus, he was going to drive me mad. “P-Piers...A-Ah...I will...”

“You will?” he said with tease as he bite my neck a bit hard. I was sure that I was going to have a mark there. He speeded up his moves and when he felt that I was near my orgasm, he slowed down, making me groan before moaning again when he moved his three fingers deeper and so slowly that I whised him to allow me to come. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he said as I tasted myself when he made me lick his fingers once he pulled them out as he kept stroking slowly my clit. He blushed madly when I sucked his fingers sensually “Naughty girl...I like that...” he whispered to my neck, biting it softly when he saw I was trying to estimulate myself cause I wanted to reach the climax “So naughty...”

I was going to reply him when he introduced again his fingers inside me as he kept rubbing my clit, making me moan. “P-Please, Piers...Let me cum...Please...” I moaned in the edge of cry “Please...”

Piers kissed my neck before moving his fingers faster. I started to pan, getting tight around his fingers. He denied my orgasm a second time, but this time was shorter, and then, he moved his fingers even more faster, making me reach my desired orgasm. All my body was trembling, and when Piers took his fingers out, he kissed my neck softly as he let me lean again againts his chest while I recovered my breath.

“Did you like it, babe?” he asked hugging me

“Yeah...But I will get my revenge” I said once I recovered my breath “You like it a bit rough, don’t ya?”

“Maybe...”

“And what would to do if I made you be a big bottom?” I asked and when he blushed, I laughed “Now I have some ideas...”

Piers chuckled and then, we finished taking the bath before getting dried and dressed. Since my body was still trembling, my boyfriend had to hold me when my legs failed. “Sorry” he said kissing me

“Don’t worry babe” I replied with a teasing smile on my lips “I’ll me you beg so madly to make me stop denying your release that you will know what is playing rough with me”

He blushed again as we got dressed and once we were ready, he tried to control his blush, but failed sometimes, specially when he told me that he was imagining the scene, making me laugh. I prepared some food for us and for our Pokemon and once we were ready, we went outside the house, finding Gordie speaking with my uncle in the street.

“Hey, kiddo” uncle Kabu greeted “How are you?”

“A bit better, I think” I said “What’s up, Gordie?”

“I came here to have an exhibition battle with Kabu, and well, I wanted to ask you for a battle. Of course, if you want”

“Of course, I would like to have that battle” I replied “Don’t you mind to wait a bit, right Piers?”

“Don’t worry, Raikichi” he said and then, he murmured to me when I was close to him “Beat him, babe”

I winked at him and together we went to Mototoske Stadium. I gave my jacket and bags to Piers, who was going to watch the match from the grades. Once Gordie and me took our positions, we took out our Pokemon. Gordie choosed his Coalossal, the only Pokemon from him that could go Gigantamax, and I choosed my beautiful and powerful Milotic. Glaceon was at my side, sitting down in order to watch us battle.

“A pretty Trainer with a pretty Pokemon” Gordie said

“Are you trying to flirt with me, Gordie? Cause you should work on that more” I replied

“I have better options for that” he said “Coalossal, use Tar Shot!!”

“Milotic, block it with Water Pulse!!” I order and smirked when Tar Shot was dissipated by Water Pulse “Now, use Rain Dance!!”

Milotic let out a war cry as dark clouds covered the sky and then, it started to rain. Under the rain, Milotic’s beauty was even more. “I hope you like to play under the rain, because we like it!!”

“We’re going to win this!” Gordie said, ready to made his Coalossal get on his Gigantamax form

“Oh, no, we’re not going to allow that” I said “Milotic, use Hydro Pump!!”

MIlotic attacked quickly and the Hydro Pump hit Coalossal before he could return to his Pokeball. I wasn’t going to wllow Gordie to make his Pokemon with Gigantamax. “Hey! That was a good move!” Gordie said “You don’t want Gigantamax, so let’s have a normal but epic battle at the same time. Coalossal, use Earthquake!”

“Oh, no, that won’t happen. MIlotic, use Attract!”

And it worked, cause Coalossal stopped in the middle of making his move and now he couldn’t attack Milotic. Gordie tried to make his Pokemon to focus, but failed, giving me the chance I needed. I put my Aquarium Z in my Z Power Ring and I started to perform with Milotic the Z move. “From the oceans with the most clear waters, your beauty and your kindess shines everywhere. Now let’s show them how powerful you are. Milotic, use Hydro Vortex!!”

That was enough to get Coalossal out of combat. The rain stopped and Milotic nuzzled me before returning to her Pokeball. “Good match” Gordie said “Next time I should bring an umbrella”

“Maybe” I said laughing as I ran a hand through my wet hair

“I’ll be waiting for the rematch”

“And I’ll give that rematch”

After saying goodbye to Gordie, I went to the restrooms, only to be wrapped with a towel by my boyfriend. “Thanks, babe” I said as he put another towel on me “I have enough with one, you know”

“I don’t want you to fall sick” Piers said as he gave me the bag with some clothes I brought since we were going to the Wild Area and I didn’t know what weather was going to be. “Good strategy not letting him use Gigantamax” he said as I got undressed and dried before changing my clothes.

“I have a Dynamax Band but I didn’t use it yet...I don’t want to use it for the moment until I know everything about it”

After I got dried and dressed, I pulled my hair into a ponytail and once I was ready, we went outside of the Gym. Uncle Kabu was busy planning the training schedule for his Trainers, so I texted him that Piers and me were going to be in the Wild Area.

The Flying Taxi left us near Mototoske surroundings cause I didn’t want to go too far; the fear of encountering that Haxorus was still on my mind. Once we set up the camp, we let out our Pokemon, and Piers got his mouth dropped when he saw all my Pokemon, specially the Dark types. He asked me about Umbreon, Absol, Weavile and Zoroark, getting surprised when Zoroark showed him her Illusion hability, but then, Piers’ eyes went to the necklace that my Absol had, holding her Absolite. “Babe?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s this?” he asked pointing to the Absolite

“Oh, is an Absolite. Is the Mega Stone that allows Absol to mega evolve” I replied

“Mega evolve?”

“Yeah. Wanna see it?”

“Fuck yeah, of course!” he said and I chuckled, but before we could start our battle, we heard something that worried us “Did ya hear that?”

“Yes...And I don’t like it...Decidueye, go and see what’s going on”

My shiny Decidueye hooted and flew to the place where the sound was originated before returning, nervous and scared. “What’s wrong, girl?” I asked and when Decidueye told me, I growled “Decidueye has seen a bunch of people forcing a Trevenant to Dynamax near a Power Spot” I said as I made all my Pokemon return to my Pokeballs except Glaceon and Glaceon, Piers doing the same with his Pokemon. Once we picked up our things and the tent, we went to the place Decidueye told me. “Look there!”

Piers gasped when he saw the Dynamax Trevenant beating the Trainers that forced it to Dynamax. Part of me thought that they deserved that, but another part told me that I couldn’t allow them to die, so I rushed to them, putting myself between them and the Pokemon as Piers managed to get those fools away. “Ready, Absol?” I asked and Absol let out a war cry “Let’s do this then.” I said touching my key Stone and activating it “Let’s release all your power. Evolution beyond evolution! Absol, mega evolve!!”

Absol was covered by a blue light as her body changed while she mega evolved, and once the light dissapeared, she let out another war cry. Piers was amazed at the sight of Mega Absol since it was the first time he saw a Mega Pokemon. Then, the Trevenant attacked, and Absol dodge it. “Absol, we need to make Trevenant to get exhausted!! It’s suffering and we have to make it turn back to normal size!”

The battle was short but intense, and once Trevenant was exhausted, it turned back to normal size. Absol returned to her normal appearence and once I congratuled her for her good work, I returned her to her Pokeball before checking on the Trevenant. “Easy there, buddy” I said stroking it as I treated the wounds with a Potion “There you are. Now go back to the forest and don’t get near of the Power Spots, ‘kay?” I said and after seeing the Trevenant going back to the forest, I approached Piers, who was dealing with the folks that forced the Pokemon to Dynamax “You fools, do you know what you have done?!”

“We wanted to train and...”

“And the best idea was forcing a poor Pokemon to Dynamax? Dynamax is something really serious!! Forcing a Pokemon to Dynamax has very big consequences!! That Trevenant could have kill all of you cause it was confused and scared and it was suffering, and all cause your fucking fault!!”

“But...”

“But nothing!” I growled before sighing, trying to calm down “You put your lifes in danger, you put the life of a Pokemon in danger by forcing it to Dynamax”

“And what?” another of them said, angry “You aren’t no one to tell us what we have to do”

“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS BEING IN DANGER BY A DYNAMAX POKEMON” I growled very angry “YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS BEING ATTACKED BY A DYNAMAX POKEMON, AND YOU DARE TO SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT AFTER I SAVED YOUR FUCKING LIFE?!”

“Hey, Raikichi” Piers said approaching me slowly “Calm down. They looked that they’re from rich families that don’t know how to teach them how to treat Pokemon, so it’s useless to get angry with them”

Those words made the folks look down, and that told me that Piers’ words were true. I shook my head before looking at them. “Listen to me, fools” I said once I calmed down “I want you to take a Flying Taxi back to your homes, and never come back to the Wild Area after you understand what is Dynamax and how this affects the Pokemon. And of course, I hope you’ll learn how to treat Pokemon well”

“Pokemon are tools”

Okay, that was enough. I grabbed that boy by his collar, my gaze darkened. “You dare to say those words in front of me, the World Champion? Then, you don’t deserve to be a Pokemon Trainer. I don’t care about who your family is; but let me tell you something. If I see you here again trying to do what you have done, I’ll make sure that Chairman Rose retires your license to be a Pokemon trainer”

“You can’t...”

“I CAN do that if you keep provoking me” I said and I let him go “Now, go back to your home”

I turned and I got away of them, followed by my Glaceon. I needed to calm down after dealing with those irresponsible and too spoiled Trainers. I stopped after walking some meters away, sitting down on the ground with a groan. I tilted a bit my head when I heard Piers approaching me and sitting next to me. “Hey...” he said, letting me to lean my head on his shoulder “Are you okay, babe?”

“No, I’m not okay” I said with a sigh “Sorry for that...I don’t get that angry easily but those Trainers...How they dare to do that to a poor Pokemon?”

“Shit happens, love” Piers said “I made a mental note; not to piss you off”

“I didn’t want to scare you, babe...”

“Don’t worry, love” he said kissing my temple “What about going back to Mototoske?”

I nodded and once we got on our feet, we went to take a Flying Taxi back to Mototoske.

Once in Mototoske, we went to my uncle’s house. There we stayed a couple of hours watching TV before being interrupted by Piers’ Rotom Phone. “Oh, it’s Marnie” he said and sighed “Some guys from Team Yell got in problems” he added before kissing me “Sorry, babe, I wanted to stay a bit more with you...”

“Don’t worry” I said kissing him back “We’ll keep in touch, ‘kay? I love you”

Piers nodded and went outside after kissing me, leaving me alone in the house. My uncle arrived an hour later and as we had dinner, we talked about the things we did today before going to sleep.

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Three months passed since I arrived to Galar. Three months full of things that made me think that I did well taking the choice of coming there. One of the most important things was how my relationship with Piers grew more and more, and our bond turned stronger when he made the impossible to cheer me up when my grandmother died.

That day I was in Spikemuth, checking with Piers the Gym and his battle strategies since the Pokemon League would start soon. He was the third most powerful trainer in all Galar, and he didn’t use Dynamax, and he was also the seventh Gym Leader the challengers had to beat in order to keep going, and that gave him more points, showing that he was really powerful.

That day I was wearing my normal set of clothes, the one with the bare lg, but without the jacket, and Piers was having few problems to focus since his eyes were on my bod. “Are you ready, babe?” I said as Glaceon stepped into the battlefield ready for a training battle with Piers’ Obstagoon

“Of course, babe. Let’s rock!”

We kept doing few training battles until we decided to stop. Our Pokemon were in good shape, and that was a good thing. “I’m glad you are here helping me” he said while we take a deserve rest

“I told ya I would help you, babe”

“Are you going to stay for the concert?”

“Yeah. I told my uncle I wouldn’t go home to sleep tonight” I said as I stood up “I’m going to change my clothes. It won’t take me long

Piers nodded and gave me the keys from his house and I went there to change my clothes. I noticed during the training how he looked at me, so it was time to tease him a bit more. Once in his room, I changed my clothes after taking a shower. The clothes I choosed was the Dark type Gym uniform Piers gave to me days ago. I decided to leave my hair without the ponytail, and once I put my accesories and my boots on, I exited the house, closing it and going to the stage. The concert had started, but I managed to make my way to the place. Glaceon was agree to stay the in her Pokeball, so it wasn’t a problem to move through the people. I leant on the fences and when Piers spotted me, he blushed madly and tried to keep focus on the concert. I was sure he was having problems to keep calm, and I couldn’t help but bite my low lip as I blushed when he looked at me as he sang.

Once the concert was over, I waited for him in the same spot, and once we were alone, he went to me and pressed his lips againts mine a bit rude but then, the kiss turned tender. “You know how to drive me mad, babe” he groaned before kissing me

“Remember the day when I told you I would get my revenge?” I purred as I tug him softly by his choker “I will get my little revenge now, babe...” I added as my hand stroked his hard member over his pants “Looks like you’re really hard, aren’t ya?”

“Damn, babe” he groaned again as he tried to bite my neck softly but I stopped him

“Not here. Let’s go to your home”

Piers sighed but nodded, and together we went to his house, entering quickly on his room and once he made sure the door was closed, he kissed me again as he removed his jacket before removing my croc top and throwing away my bra. My hands were busy with his belt and pants. Once I got his pants and underwear away, I left his lips in order to go down. I licked slowly his lenght and the tip, making him shiver and moan. I kept doing that until I heard him asking for more. With a smirk, I started to suck his ahrd cock, enjoying with the moans that scaped from his lips. As I kept sucking, Piers removed his shirt before pulling my hair softly away. “Fuck, Raikichi...Fuck...You’re so fuckin’ good” he groaned as I kept sucking, stealing more moans from him when I massaged a bit his balls as I kept sucking his lenght. I started to feel how his body was tensing, but I didn’t stop. “R-Raikichi...I’m gonna cum if ya keep doin’ that...” he moaned

“And what if I want you to cum, babe?” I said before sucking his cock again, this time faster, until he came, spilling his seed in my mouth and in my cheek. I pulled his lenght out of my mouth and after swallowing, I licked my lips before cleaning my face. I stood up and after kissing him, I made him lean in order to bite his neck, making him moan. “On your knees, babe” I whispered to his ear. He blushed but obeyed and now he was removing my pants and underwear, and when he saw how wet I was down there, he licked his lips. He kissed my inner tights before kissing my swallow clit, making me moan. My fingers were tangled on his hair as he licked and sucked my clit before slipping his tongue inside my folds. “Ah...You’re so good with that tongue, babe” I moaned before leaning my head back with a moan as he replaced the tongue with his fingers, his tongue now busy with my clit. Now with three fingers inside me and his tongue working on my clit I was seeing the stars. “Ah...This is so fucking good...”

Piers kept working down there as my hands were playing with my breasts and nipples. My legs started to tremble, and when my boyfriend noticed that, he stood up and took me to his bed before going down again before I could complain cause he had stopped. I was between sitting and laying down on the bed, with Piers on his knees as he kept sucking and using his fingers to masturbate me. My body started to tremble as I reached my orgasm and then, he went up and kissed me, making me tasking myself on his lips.

“Did I tell you that I love your naughty side as well as your romantic one?” he purred

“Yeah...And now...It’s time for my revenge, babe” I said as I made him laid down on the bed “Hands behind your head” I ordered as I put a condom on his cock and once I made sure it was well covered by it, I leant his lenght with my entrance and I went down slowly, moaning as his cock filled me entirerly “What I’ve told ya? Hands behind your head, babe”

“But...”

“Don’t make me tie you to your own bed” I purred as I leant down and bite his neck not too ahrd but yes the enough to leave a mark there, making him moan. I started to move my hips up and down slowly, moaning as he rocked his hips againts mine. He was doing a great effort to keep his hands behind his head, and when I saw it, I kissed him with passion. “Alright, you can use your hands...”

Piers quickly put his hands on my hips and started to rock his hips faster, hitting my special spot with each penetration and making moan loudly. I started to get tight around him and it didn’t take me too long to reach my climax, but he wasn’t done yet. He kept penetrating me and when I leant down, he managed to bite a bit hard my neck before kissing me and moaning loudly when he reached his orgasm. We stayed there for few minutes before letting him pull his cock out of me and once he covered the condom with tissues and threw it to the trash, he returned to the bed and hugged me once we were under the covers. Then I saw the bite mark I left on his neck and I blushed “Sorry” I said “I think I bite you a bit hard”

“Nah, it’s okay, babe” he replied “I bite you as well”

“Yeah, I notice it” I said and then, I leant my head on his chest, closing my eyes “I’m really glad of being with you, Piers...Before meeting you I was ready to lock my heart but now...I’m happy of being with ya...”

He blushed and smiled as he kissed my temple “I used to lock myself since I’m not used to get along with other people, but thanks to you, I’m enjoying meeting new people. Of course, on my way” he said and then, he chuckled when Glaceon got out of her Pokeball in order to curl on the bed.

I smiled and then, I yawned again, quickly falling asleep together with him.

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Morning arrived with the sweet scene of pancakes that came from the kitchen and when the scent entered the room, I woke up and yawned. I got up and after taking Piers’ shirt on, I went to the kitchen. My boyfriend was cooking the breakfast shirtless and with an apron that says ‘Kiss the musician’. I giggled and I hugged him from behind, making him chuckle. “Morning, babe” he said as I let him take the breakfast to the room I sat down on the bed and once he was done, he removed the apron and sat down next to me “Again stealing my shirt?”

“Yeah, why not?” I chuckled as I drank a bit of hot cocoa before tasting the pancakes “You should tell me your recipe for pancakes”

“I will” he chuckled before drinking a sip of his hot cocoa “May I ask you something?”

“Sure”

“You were having a nightmare last night...I was going to wake you up but you quickly calmed down...”

I sighed and drinked a bit more of hot cocoa before looking down. “Babe?” Piers said stroking my cheek “If you don’t want to tell me...”

“No, no, it’s okay” I said “I think I dreamt again with the moment when I got my heart and feelings broken and my brain decided to make me dreamt about you doing that and...”

“You know I won’t do that to you, love” he said interrupting me

“I know, I know, but my brain is still making me remember the moment when Guzma yelled at me that day...I was a hard moment for me cause I wanted to confess my feelings for him and then, everything went worst” I sighed heavily “I want to get ride of those memories, but my brain keeps reminding me...Running away from those bad memories was one of reason why I came here...And sometimes my bran makes me ask myself ‘why if he comes here?’ ‘Why if he dares to come here and tries to make me go back with him?’...”

“Then, if he dares to do that, I’ll be there to face him and making him go back to Alola with his filthy tail between his leg for daring to hurt my precious girlfriend”

“He uses Bug type Pokemon”

“And? I’ll handle with that.”

“He doesn’t play nice...He plays even rougher than the Dark type trainers I know, using unfair strategies to win his battles”

“Then I’ll make him learn some tips about battles”

I looked at Piers as I rose an eyebrow “You really want a battle with Guzma, don’t ya?”

“If with that I get him to kneel in front of you and ask for your pardon as the looser he is, yeah, I’ll do it” Piers replied “Specially if he dares to ask you to go with him. He lost his chance and I won’t allow him to go after you if he comes here”

“He won’t...I told him not to follow me...But knowing him, I’m sure he would do wathever he wants...And I think I should battle him”

“Why?”

“Well, is a thing between him and me...I don’t like to put other people in my problems”

“Ya know I would help you with him, babe” Piers said kissing my cheek “And if I have to beat him in order to make him go away, I will”

I couldn’t help but laughed before we finished our breakfast and then, we went to take a bath. It was a quick bath, and once we were ready and dressed, we went out of the house. My ponytail was decorated with a hair band with a Morpeko face, a gift from Marnie, and Piers found it cute. We took a Flying Taxi to Wyndon cause the Gym Leaders organized a meeting in order to discuss their strategies for the Gym Challenge and Piers told me to go since I was thinking on accepting Chairman Rose’s offer of doing an exhibition match with Leon. They were waiting for us in the terrace of one of the cafés.

“Here comes the ones that we’re waiting for” Raihan said “Raikichi?”

Wait, he didn’t call me ‘Little Champion’ “Who are you and what you’ve done with the Raihan that always calls me ‘Little Champion’?” I said rising an eyebrow

“Well, normally I would do that, but this time no...I’m sorry for your loss” he said “I sent you messages but when you didn’t reply them...”

“Oh, well, I needed some time” I said as Piers and me took a seat “It’s still hard thinking on it, but as my uncle said, we will be able to surpass it”

Uncle Kabu nodded as he smiled and when he spotted the bite mark on my neck, he couldn’t help but chukle. I looked at him and he pointed without being noticed my neck, I blushed madly. Piers blushed as well since my uncle was able to see the bite mark I left on my boyfriend’s neck last night. This would ended with teasings from my uncle about me and my boyfriend once we arrived at home.

“So, have you thought on Chairman Rose’s offer?” Melony asked

“Yeah, we want to know if we’ll be able to see Leon biting the dust” Raihan added

I looked to Piers, then to my uncle and then to my Glaceon, who rubbed her fur againts my leg before making a happy sound. “Well, since I want Oleana to eat her own words, I’ll accept it. I’ll accept that offer and I’ll make Leon bite the dust”

“That’s our Little Champion!” Raihan said. Oh no, Old Raihan is back.

“And also, we have something to tell ya, right Piers?” I asked. We’d talked about when we should told people about our relationship and we agreed that today was the day.

Piers looked at me and smiled softly before leaning and kissing my lips in front of the Gym Leaders and of course, some of the people were walking there watched that. Both Piers and me heard Gordie made a low weird noise when he saw us kissing. We parted our lips to take some breath and then, we couldn’t help but laugh when we saw Raihan and Gordie’s faces.

“Awwwwwww, look at you two” Melony said “I knew that something was going on cause Piers looked different and now we know why”

“Ah, it’s so marvellous when the young ones fall in love” Opal said “I wish be young again...”

“Now I understand why you have an Applin” Raihan added after recovering from the lil shock

I laughed and blushed a bit when Piers kissed my cheek. We felt more relaxed now that we didn’t feel preassured like these past days when we used to keep our love in secret. Then the drinks and snacks we’ve ordered arrived. We spent the next two hours talking about the strategies and about other things. In one of the moments we were talking of different things than strategies, Piers told me to take a selfie with me and once he took the photo, he looked at me and when I nodded, he put it on the social media with the text that said ‘Here in Wyndon with my lovely girlfriend Raikichi, the bravest person I’ve ever met’. I blushed a bit when he put it on the social emdia, and then I blushed even more when the photo recieved a lot of comments, most of them of surprised people that didn’t expect that. Of course, one of the likes was from Raihan. Some of the comments were of people that didn’t expect Piers dating with me, asking themselves how it could be possible a Gym Leader dating the World Champion, and of course, few of them were of people that didn’t accept it, but we didn’t care.

Nighttime arrived and after saying goodbye to the Gym Leaders, uncle Kabu, Piers and me left to Mototoske. I told Piers to stay tonight with me since it started to rain and I didn’t want him to fall sick. Once we were in home, we went to my room and got onto our sleeping clothes. Holy Arceus, my boyfriend looked hot and cute at the same time with that Galarian Zigzagoon pajamas I gave him the other day. He removed the ponytail like I did before, and once we got on our sleeping clothes, we went to the kitchen ir order to help my uncle to prepare a simple dinner. Glaceon curled next to my uncle’s Pokemon, and the same did Piers’ Obstagoon.

“I see that you’re relationship is growing very well” uncle Kabu said as we ate our dinner “And I see that it’s getting ‘stronger’“ he added pointing at the bite marks both Piers and me had, making both of us blush madly “I hope you use protection when you do it”

“O-Of course we use them, uncle!!” I said blushing even more madly, and Piers passed from being plae to be red as a tomatoe. That made my uncle laugh “Uncle!!”

“Don’t worry, kiddo” he said “I know both of you use them, but I can’t avoid worrying, you know”

I sighed and we finished dinner, but when we were going to eat the dessert, I recieved a call from Chairman Rose. I looked to Piers and then to my uncle, and when they nodded, I answered the call, putting the speaker option on.

“Good night, Chairman” I said

“Good night, Raikichi” he replied “Sorry for calling you this late”

“Don’t worry, it’s fine” I replied “I’m sure you call cause you want to know about me accepting or not the offer of having that exhibition match, right?”

“How do you...”

“News fly faster than a Ninjask” I said before smirking “I accept it. I’ll have that exhibition match”

“Really? That is great!” he said and I could hear Oleana growling from behind “I’ll tell Leon the news. Good night and thank you, World Champion”

“Good night, Chairman” I said and hanged out the call

“I could hear Oleana cursing” Piers said with a chuckle “I’m sure she will be veeery pissed of seing you battling Leon”

“She shouldn’t have said those words to you” uncle Kabu added “And I know you will offer a great battle”

I nodded and then, I yawned. Piers and me said goodnight to my uncle and we went to my room, followed by Glaceon and Obstagoon. I dropped myself on the bed while Piers sat down on it crossing his legs in order to check his social media. “Look, people like the photo we took in the evening” he said as he looked the comments.

“Really?” I said as I checked my own social media “I’m glad they aren’t black mailing me”

“Why they would do something like that, babe?”

“You’re a famous singer, and for some people, I’m a foreign trainer that seeks to take Leon’s title despite of me being the World Champion and not wanting his regional title”

“Don’t worry for that, babe” he said laying down next to me and hugging me before covering us with the blankets once I put my glasses on the night table. “Now we should sleep...” he added yawning

“Still exhausted after our sexy session in your room?” I said with tease

“Kind of” he yawned again and chuckled when I yawned too “Good night, babe”

“Good night...” I said before falling asleep with him

#piers #piers x oc #trainersona #raikichi pkmn #kabu #gordie #opal #raihan #melony #pokemon sword and shield #a song to heal a tired soul

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taestfully · 6 years

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You’re ticklish

Request: Can I request an exo reaction to their s/o being ticklish pleaseeee! Your acc is really cute and your writing is amazing

A/N: Here you go! Enjoy! And thank you😊😌

Xiumin

Discovering that you were ticklish made Minseok fall even more in love with you. He found it so cute when your face would crinkle as you laughed and adored the way you’d let out little squeals. You were the most adorable person he’d ever met.

“I think you’re so cute,” Minseok said as he watched you as you caught your breath, still recovering from the tickles he’d unleashed on you.

“Cute?” you asked.

He nodded. His fingers found your sides again and you began giggling as they sent ticklish sensations over your skin. Minseok chuckled. “The cutest,” he said.

Suho

You had actually told Junmyeon that you were ticklish. You’d explained to him that you actually didn’t like to be tickled. Junmyeon was surprised. Who didn’t like to be tickled? “So you don’t want me to tickle you? Ever?”

You nodded. “That’s right.”

“Are you sure?” Junmyeon came closer to you, his hands reaching for you. You shook your head.

“I just said I don’t like to be tickled.”

The moment his fingers began poking at your rib cage, you jerked, a laugh forcing its way out of your throat. You couldn’t catch a breath as Junmyeon continued to tickle your sides relentlessly. “It doesn’t sound like you hate it,” he said smugly, chuckling at the sound of your laughter.

Lay

Yixing was absentmindedly rubbing circles on your back, not realizing when his fingers travelled lower. You tensed as you let out a little squeek. He looked at you worriedly. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head. “Nothing is wrong. You just tickled me, that’s all.”

“You’re ticklish?” he asked. When you nodded, he chuckled. “Good to know.” His fingers resumed their motions on your back, away from your tickle spot.

Just when you began to relax again, you felt the sudden ticklish sensation again. You giggled as you began to writhe in your place in attempt to get away. “Yixing, stop!”

Yixing didn’t listen. Instead, he began tickling you harder, making your giggles transform into loud bouts of laughter. Even though you continued to beg him to stop, he kept tickling. He smiled down at you. “Your laugh is too cute, baby! I want to keep hearing it.”

Baekhyun

Baekhyun was trying to pester you about something when he started poking at your rib cage, earning a surprised squeal from you. You jumped out of reflex and dashed away from his prodding fingers. “What was that?” he asked. “You’re not ticklish, are you?” There was a mischievous gleam in Baekhyun’s eyes that you did not like one bit.

“No,” you attempted to lie, still standing at a good distance that was out of his reach. Baekhyun chuckled.

“You totally are!” he said through a laugh. He then smirked, the look on his face making you think that he was plotting something. “Now I know how to get you to do what I want!”

You shook your head. “Baek, no!”

“I’ll tickle if you don’t,” Baekhyun reached both his hands out to you as he walked closer.

You put your hands up defensively, already caving at the threat of being tickled. “Okay, okay!” Baekhyun chuckled victoriously.

Chen

The moment Jongdae found out you were ticklish, he would not let it go. He’d make sure to tickle you at least once every time he saw you whether it was when he passed you in the hallway or while you were doing something. It was getting really aggravating and you’d had enough. So, when Jongdae’s fingers extended towards you to unleash another ambush of tickles, you fought back.

You reached up before he could tickle you and fluttered your fingers against his neck. He practically fell to the floor out of pure shock of being tickled in such a sensitive spot. “Got you!” you yelled, your fingers relentlessly attacking his neck.

Jongdae laughed as he spun and twirled to get away from you. “Oh, so that’s how it is?” he asked before suddenly gripping your wrists. “Tickle war!” After the declaration left his mouth, his hands attached to your sides and mercilessly began to wreak havoc.

Chanyeol

Chanyeol was a playful puppy that was always trying to make you laugh. He loved your laugh. So when he found out about how ticklish you were, it was like he’d won the lottery. Chanyeol would tickle you at any moment. He’d do it whenever he felt like it or whenever he was having rough day and needed to hear your laugh to lift his spirits.

“Chanyeol, you’re always tickling me,” you whined.

Chanyeol chuckled. “Because it’s fun!”

“Not for me,” you said, your lips pouting.

“Hey, no frowning!” Chanyeol’s fingers fluttered against your sides, making you involuntarily let out a laugh. He giggled as well, enjoying the sound of your laugh as it rung throughout the room. “There you go, baby.”

D.O.

When he heard you squeal, he was really confused. “What was that?”

“Sorry, that really tickled,” you said.

“But I only touched you,” Kyungsoo spoke back. He chuckled. He’d never met someone so ticklish before. He actually found it really adorable. He realized that he wanted to do it again.

“Yeah, but it still tickled, Kyungsoo,” you shrugged.

“I wonder what would happen if I actually tried to tickle you,” Kyungsoo wondered. You saw the way his smile grew and backed away.

“Don’t you dare.”

Kyungsoo laughed at the way you backed away as he walked towards you. In an instant, his fingers were at your sides, letting loose an ambush of tickles. You began laughing at the sensation. Kyungsoo joined in on your laughter, enjoying the reaction he was getting from you.

He’d have to do that more often.

Kai

Jongin discovered how ticklish you were when he was helping you learn some choreography. You had been stuck on a certain move and after several attempts to get it right, he stepped in to help you out. “Here, let me help,” he said as he got behind you. “You don’t need to be so tense. Let loose and just flow through the move.” As he was instructing you, his hands landed on your waist in a feather light touch.

You jerked at the sensation. “What are you doing?”

“What?” Jongin asked, confused.

“Why’d you tickle me?”

He shook his head. “I didn’t tickle you,” he said. “Not on purpose at least. You mean that really tickled?”

You blushed and put some distance between you and Jongin. “Yes it did, all right? I can’t help how ticklish I am.”

Jongin laughed. “I’m sorry! I’ll be more aware of that, okay? Now let’s try and get this move down!”

Sehun

The moment Sehun lips attached to your neck, you couldn’t help giggle, lowering your chin to protect your neck from the sensation. Sehun chuckled. “Ticklish?”

You nodded. “I’m really ticklish there.”

Sehun smirked. “I can tell. Is that the only place your ticklish at?” His hands began sliding up your sides and he smiled when he felt the way you tensed at his touch.

You tried to remove Sehun’s hands from your sides while trying to not show how much they were tickling you. The last thing you needed was for him to discover just how ticklish you really were. “Sehun, please,” you whined.

His hands continued their quest on your skin and it was taking everything you had not to let out a laugh. But when his fingers brushed against a certain spot, you couldn’t help the shiver that went up your body. Sehun chuckled again. “Seems like I found another tickle spot, hm?”

Sehun spent the next long while roaming his hands on you to find all the places you were ticklsh at.

#exo reactions #exo scenarios #exo imagines #exo #exo ot9 #exo fanfiction

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thathelplesshomeschooler · 6 years

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Humans are space orcs (with magic!) *second impressions*

Tygeria had been highly surprised. The stories she had heard of the humans led her to believe they were creatures of extraordinary strength and an alarming attraction to danger. All she had seen so far though, was far from that. She had discovered on the first day that human females, as well as some of the males, had in irrational fear of a small, octopodic creature named “spider.” The pitiful thing was barely more than a few hundredths of a vad, and yet the human female Enara had screamed as though it were a terrifying monster. In fact, the most pain-testing thing she had seen was when Taurus was loosing a war cry while lifting some heavy objects called “barbells” after he had been participating in some endurance training. When she had inquired as to why he put himself through such a rigourus and painful experienced he merely shrugged and said, “Muscle looks good, the ladies love it.” Which had not at all explained his actions. This was not at all the kind of ferosity she had been expecting from an apex predator from a class 7 death world.

That is until the Aldirex incident occured.

The VIV Narrtor had received a distress call from a nearby ship in the Aldirex system and immediately went to investigate. Captain Sker’ro reasoned it would be a good idea to send the new recruits onto the ship, so Tygeria accompanied them as the officer in charge.

The pod manuevered into the docking bay of the dormant vessel. The six crew members floated into the air lock and then past the heavy doors into a corridor. The red lights and lack of gravity signaled to them that the ships main systems were offline. Tygeria glanced at Anne, the magician of the group, with what she hoped was a look that would convey the right meaning. The message got across and a quiet muttering could be heard from the small blonde. As soon as she finished the group dropped to the floor. They looked on with concern as Anne took a heavy knee to the floor. She waved them away, “It’s nothing, just maintaining gravity for each of you is a bit taxing, that’s all. My suit should kick in in a - there we go.” Her suit quietly hummed as it began to feed her energy.

As they continued exploring, they noticed what seemed like gunfire in the distance. After a few minutes the sounds were quite close and the group moved into the standard assault positions. Less than half a minute later they came across a door that spilled light from the single circular window. The group took up their positions around the door while Tygeria knocked on it, “This is Lieutenant Azzaz Tygeria of the VIV Narrtor. Open up.”

At that the sound of locks being frantically undone was accompanied by, “Oh bless the ancients.” The door flew open and before them stood a hexapod about a half vad tall. About a dozen more clustered around a small pile of boxes, holding small weapons. Loud echoing and flashes of light came from the airlocked door at the far end of the room. He gestured them inside. “I see you received our distress signal, thank the immortals.”

“What’s going on here?”

“About ten dzads ago pirates boarded our ship. We managed to get about half of the airlocks closed before they hacked the ship and shut down all systems. We’ve been trying to hold them off for as long as we can but,” he raised his four upper appendages in a defeated posture, “we are merchants. None of us bred for war.” He eyed the humans with the last comment.

“How many pirates are there, and what species?”

“We have counted twenty at least but we believe there to be about thirty total. They are kentaurens.” The humans murmured. It was a species they had studied but never met before. The little hexapod opened his mandibles to say something else but just at that moment the door at the end of the room broke down. Several aliens about three-fourths of a vad poured it. The humans instinctively let loose with their firearms. A few of the kentaurens stumbled and a couple more fell as the bullets pierced their fur. Tygeria yelled at the little hexapods to get out, run out the door the humans had come through.

She turned back to the fight and saw the humans engaging the kentaurens. Even though the smallest of the pirates stood at least four inches taller than the tallest human, and even though there were almost twice as many pirates as there were humans, they seemed to be holding their own, filling the air with gunshots. Tygeria added her plasma rounds to their barrage. Then one of the males, Uhris, loosed a war cry and threw his weapon aside. He jumped at the closest kentauren and used his upper appendages to grab the creatures neck. Within seconds he was on the creatures back and had managed to wrap his arms around kentaurens head. Then with a vicious movement a crack resounded and the boy jumped off the creature as it fell to the ground, dead. The rest of the humans had also engaged in close quarters combat, using various items from around the room as weapons. Though they were much smaller and lighter than their opponents they moved with such speed and agility that they managed to avoid most blows.

Then one of the kentaurans, one who was bigger than the rest grabbed one of the females and proceeded to slam her on the floor. The rest of the humans loosed war cries and ran over to protect their comrade. Although it seemed impossible, they managed to fight with even more viciousness and ferocity than they had been previously. Tygeria lobbed off more shots then made her decision. “Back, run back now. Those little merchants should be far enough now. Run!” Two of the humans grabbed the female, who seemed to have trouble getting to her feet while the other two continued to hold off the kentaurens while slowly retreating. Tygeria was surprised when she fired and the last kentauren fell.

They kept running until they found the original merchant, who quickly typed something into a quick-acces computer on the wall. Behind them an airlock clamped shut. The pod released itself from the docking bay and flew back to the Narrtor. While on the way Tygeria asked of the females health. One of the males, Jason, responded. “It’s nothing much, she just got hit a bit hard. She probably has abit of a concussion. She’ll be alright in a few minutes, but we should probably take her to the med bay.” Tygeria then pointed out their own injuries: bloody scratches and discolored spots on their appendages that worried her. He just laughed, “Those? That’s nothing, I got more than that on the first day of training. Don’t worry about us, we’ll be fine.”

The team returned to the ship and the humans were sent to the med bay. The medical officer confirmed Jason, all the humans, including the female Enera, would okay. The captain did not send them back to retake the ship with the other teams, despite the humans asking to return to the fight.

Tygeria now believed the stories. Five humans had, with her aid, fended off nearly twice as many opponents, all of whom were taller and by all rights should have been stronger. But the thing that stuck with her was the look in their eyes: the bloodthirsty, primal look of the apex predator of the most dangerous death planet.

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more definitions if anyone wants

dzads - unit of time, approximately 72 minutes

hexapod species - the species is a six legged, four armed species known throughout the nearby galaxies as merchants, approximately 4.2 feet (1.3 meters) tall

kentauren - a rather aggresive species from the same system as the hexapods, they’re bipedal and are covered in fur, approximately 6.3 feet (1.9 meters) tall

#humans are space orcs #humans are weird #humans are space australians #humansinspace #humans and aliens

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csauce-and-chips · 6 years

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The Tipsy Side

Word Count: 2,032

Featured: Thomas Sanders, Patton Sanders, Roman Sanders, Logan Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Deceit Sanders, Remy Sanders

Pairing(s): Prinxiety, Logicality (though not mentioned).

Universe: Human AU

Synopsis: Thomas has to make sure his friends have a safe time drinking at a party. What he discovers about his intoxicated friends is shocking.

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Thomas had no idea what he had gotten himself into.

Being the youngest amongst his group of friends had its advantages and disadvantages. One disadvantages is not being old enough to drink. Of course this sucked for him, and Patton had apologized about it many times before the party really kicked in, but Thomas had just said it was fine.

"You sure, kiddo? I can just hang out with you if you want!"

"It's ok, Patton. I want you to have fun! Someone's gotta be responsible."

How naive he was.

It took only half an hour for the party to really kick off. If you could call it a real party. There was at most 20 people there, however, that didn't stop them from getting wild. Particularly a certain group of four Thomas kept his eye on.

Shockingly, the very dramatic and Disney fanatic got drunk first. Thomas wouldn't have expected him to be a lightweight, but it only took him two shots to get him going. At first, he was laughing and shouting at the house's Alexa to change it to different Disney songs. And then, Thomas delved into the madness of his drunk friends for the first time ever.

A usually flashy and ambitious Roman stumbled over to Thomas at his spot on the couch. It had been about an hour and a half since the party had started and Roman was a mess. Thomas, of course, was a little concerned.

"Roman-" Thomas took his hands to carefully sit the older man next to him, trying to make eye contact with the wasted prince. "Woah, hey now.. you ok, Ro?"

For a moment, all Roman did was blink at Thomas like he was talking in rhymes. Then a goofy, soft grin spread across his drunk face. Thomas stared at him in confusion as Roman flopped against his shoulder, laughing softly.

"Hi Thomas~ you're warm.."

"Uh.. Roman?" Thomas chuckled as his concern mixed with his amusement. "Maybe you should take a nap?"

"Whaaaaat? Thomash- Thomas??" Roman paused in confusion as he squinted at Thomas' jeans as if they contained all the answers. "What was I sayin..?"

"I said you should take a nap?"

"..." Roman broke out in a slurred giggle fit, patting at Thomas' leg like a silly child. "I love you, Thomas~"

Thomas chuckled as he tried to think of what to do next with Roman to take care of his silly drunk friend. That was, before he heard a very loud shout from the kitchen.

"FUCK YOU- NO, NO, SHUT YOUR STUPID MOUTH!"

Thomas let out a soft sigh as he stood carefully, moving a pillow to where he was sitting so Roman could lay down.

"Stay here, bud. I'll bring you some water, kay?"

"Thomas, you're so nice to meeee," He could hear Roman start up again as he had already left to push through the small crowd to the kitchen.

Knowing his friends, Thomas was pretty sure that Logan was behind all the screaming. Though Logan was a really intelligent and calm person, he had a temper he's seen jump out on many occasions. Different shouting sprees, but he always managed himself quickly. So this had to be Logan, unable to contain himself with alcohol in his system, right?

Wrong.

Stepping into the kitchen, Thomas was surprised to see Patton, who was pushing at a familiar face with an usually pissed off look on his face. He had a bottle in hand and it was clear that he was drunk.. still... this was a bit unbelievable for anyone who's met Patton.

"YOU'RE- YOU ARE SO FUCKING MEAN!" Patton was half shoving, half swatting his victim into the counter behind him. "YOU JUST MAN- MANIPULATE EVERYBODY AND IT'S SO FUCKIN RUDE-"

"Patton- uh- friendo-" Deciel had his hands up defensively as he bared the brunt of Patton's drunken rage. Can't say he didn't deserve it for what he's done in their high school days, but he's proven himself better since then. Patton seems to have forgotten about.. All of that.

"DON'T FREE-ENDO ME PAL! DO YOU WANT ME TO FIGHT YOU?? I'LL FUCKIN FIGHT YOU RIGHT HERE, IT'LL BE PHYSICAL-"

"Uh, Patton?" Thomas placed a hand on his friend's shoulder carefully, unsure of what his friend was capable of in this state.

"WHAT-" Patton turned quickly, maybe too quickly, but catching himself on the counter at the last second. He squinted angrily, his bottle clanking against the counter.

Thomas sighed as he rested a hand on his friend's arm and cut him off. "Patton, it's me, Thomas. You're getting aggressive-"

"THOMAS HE HURT-"

"I remember, I remember, that was back in high school, remember?" He made eye contact with Patton and rubbed his arm. "Remember how it's been six years since you've been in high school, dad?"

One thing that really seemed to draw him back into the moment is the way Thomas called him dad. Patton opened and closed his mouth a few times before he let go of his bottle and he sighed heavily.

"..'M drunk."

"That's right. You got it pops." Thomas lead Patton to the kitchen bar and sat him in a seat, grabbing two glasses and filling them with water. "It's ok. Just try to take it easy, kay?"

Patton nodded as he took one of the waters. "M'kay.."

Thomas gave him a smile and a pat on the back. "Thanks Patt."

"Thomas!" Thomas looked up and was surprised to see Remy, who looked pretty drunk himself- however, Remy was excellent at handling his liquor. "Hey Rem. What's up?"

"What's up is that your friend has been in the bathroom for like-fourty minutes and I'm seriously going to snap his neck if you don't get him out of there!"

"Friend?" Thomas circled around the counter to Remy who lead him upstairs. His first idea was that it was Virgil, because his anxiety probably got to him, and he decided to hide out in the bathroom. Of course, just his luck, he was wrong again.

"Logan?"

Logan sat in the bath tub, curled up into himself. He had his face buried into his arms which were wrapped around his knees. His hair was a mess and his tie was dangling from the edge of the sink. So, yknow, it was weird to think that this was his friend Logan.

"Thomas..?" Logan lifted his head out of his arms but still had to rest his cheek against his forearm. His face was caked with tears, his eyes red and his skin blotchy from crying.

Thomas felt awful seeing him like this. Remy had already abandoned the bathroom for now, so he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "Lo.. what's going on? What's wrong?"

It was clear by the way his bottom lip quivered at the question that that alone had bothered him. Thomas plopped himself on the toilet seat, prepared to listen to his drunk friend.

"I'm drunk Thomas.. imma mess"

Thomas waved it off and put a hand on Logan's shoulder. "Don't worry, Lo, everyone else is a mess too-"

"B-but that's just it!" Logan's voice cracked ad he looked desperately at Thomas through half-lidded eyes. "I'm- I'm supposed ta' be reshponsible! I'm supposed ta' be everyone's mom! What.. what am I supposed ta' do if I can't- can't-"

At this point, Logan was a bumbling mess of sobs and drunken slur. The bottles in the sink and on the counter surface suggested that Logan's drank the most so far. It hurt Thomas' heart to see his friend like this, to see him try to drink his troubles away to only get hit 10x harder with it in this state.

"Logan. You don't have to be responsible for the others all the time."

Logan sniffled as he frown heavily at Thomas, looking ready to cry again. "What'aya mean..? I need.. I need to know you-" a hiccup, apologies "-you, you guys are all acc- accounted for-"

"Look Logan, it's ok if you aren't being the responsible one all the time. We appreciate everything you do for us, you don't need to stress yourself out with us all the time."

His glossy eyes stared at Thomas' clear ones with drunken surprise as a "really..?" Slipped. As if he didn't know that they all appreciated him.

Thomas smiles gently. "Of course, Lo. We may not say it all the time, but we appreciate you. We love you so much. You do know that, right-?"

He fell quiet as he saw Logan had his eyes closed, his breathing still shakey but evenly rhythmatic. Thomas sighed as he stood from the toilet seat, adjusting his friend so that he was laying down in the tub rather than bent over and worse for his back when he inevitably awoke. A towel yo substitute as a blanket wasn't that bad either..

Just as he had placed the deep green material over Logan, someone crashed head-first into the bathroom.

At first, Thomas expected it to be a party-goer he didn't know that was hurling in the toilet he had been sitting on moments ago (thank god for wanting to get up). But instead he found the face of his final drunk friend, hair messier than usual and his shirt.... gone?

"...uh, Virgil?" Thomas asked in lingering surprise as his friend finished loudly vomiting, just the sight of it making him sick to his sober stomach. "You ok?"

Virgil huffed over the toilet bowl as he turned his head to look at Thomas. Every move he made seemed to make him dizzy. However, he didn't seem mad, or upset at all from hurling. What surprised Thomas the most was the perverted grin plastered all over his friend's face.

"Mmm.. hey Thomas~" Virgils voice was the heaviest with alcohol, a hum of pleasure behind it. His eyes were dazed and intent on looking over Thomas' entire figure like he was a hungry animal. "Mhmmm, I'm fuckin' faaaaantastic!"

Before Thomas could say anything, Virgil had shoved himself to his feet. However, it wasn't very steady as the boy stumbled, practically throwing himself into Thomas' arms as he pushed his hands onto his younger friend's chest with a look of stupid desire.

"Virgil..!" Thomas had a red tint to his cheeks as he tried to hold up Virgil's weight so suddenly, while feeling extremely uncomfortable by his actions. "Virgil- please just-"

"Jus' what, pretty boy~? Ya.. ya seeeeexy peice'a meat, hmmm?"

My God, if this wasn't the most uncomfortable thing ever, Thomas wouldn't know what was.

Thomas took a breath as he pulled on a stern tone. "Virgil, your boyfriend wouldn't be so happy if he found out you were flirting with me. Or am I wrong?"

Virgil fell quiet and his smirk dropped. Something seemed to shift in his eyes as he frowned, gripping slightly at Thomas' shirt.

"Wha's- where's Ro?"

"He's on the couch." Thomas sighed ad he realized what was going on. He hated seeing Virgil anxious again, slipping back into himself, but it was much better that when he was being touchy-feely. Plus, he knew Virgil wouldn't want to hurt Roman like that on purpose. "I'll take you. Here.."

Thomas adjusted himself so that he had an arm around the slightly smaller man, flushing the toilet on the way out. He made sure his fumbling, highly intoxicated and highly anxious friend got down the stairs and to the couch safely, glad to see that Roman was well passed out on the couch- oddly curled up with an innocent expression he never seemed to wear.

Virgil seemed to focus more when he spotted his sleeping boyfriend. Thomas let go as Virgil stumbled a little to lie a tad awkwardly next to Roman on the couch. Virgil seemed happy enough but well on his way to passing out hard.

"Mmm.. thanks, Thomas.." Virgil mumbled softly as his eyes closed contently. He would be glad the next morning when he figures out he didn't do anything unscenely with his youngest friend.

Thomas couldn't help but smile, relieved. He glanced around at his friends on the couch and in the kitchen. All asleep, all taken care of and accounted for. He made sure that he had set out a water bottle for each of his friends, along with ibuprofen, for when they all inevitably awake the next morning.

Needless to say, taking care of drunk idiots isn't easy. You never know what to expect. But if there's one thing that Thomas learned tonight was that no matter what surprises come his way, his friends were still his family- still the people he loved more than anybody else in the world.

Thomas made a mental note to scold them all in the morning, anyways.

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