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kyovtani · 4 years ago

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mean dom hinata? explain away honey 👁👅👁

you guys- when i tell you the concept of hard dom hinata is one of my favorites- idek what it is about the thought of having sunshines like him, suga or yams go brutally at me but it just makes me pussy throb so here you go ✨

a/n: i got a little carried away so this is a little longer haha 😀

— cw: hard daddy dom!shoyo, heavy degradation, mocking, teasing and dumbification, pussy slapping, choking and brief mentions of breeding <33

hinata shoyo is not really one who's constantly in his hard dom mood. he's also not a soft dom per se, but for him to become the mean, merciless dom you love oh so much, it does take a little bit of work.

however, it always depends, who those guys are.

one thing hinata absolutely despises is when you visit him at practice, dressed in one of your tiniest little dresses and that one particular look on your face. he can tell the reason behind your little visit by the way you walk and talk once you've entered the gym him and his teammates spend most of their time in.

you visit him a lot, which he genuinely appreciates because he misses you a lot but can't really do anything about it because he has to practice to become an even better version of himself. however, when you come up to him with that smirk and certain kind of playful gleam in your eyes, he knows you're here to play your little games.

and then he just gets to watch the scene unfold.

you becoming incredibly handsy with atsumu and bokuto, two of his closest friends who, bless their hearts, simply can't hide the effect you have on them, especially if you're dressed like that. shoyo also calmly observes the way you talk to his captain, meian, the guy he looks up to, his mentor. he even finds it funny how you keep letting your hands graze over his big arms and even his abs, or laughing about his puns and jokes a little too much than you'd normally do.

in those moments, shoyo just smiles and calms himself down because he knows why you're acting like that. you've missed him and he hasn't had the time to give you the attention you deserve so you're here to get what you deserve.

even on the ride back home he does not say a word and that's when you know you've got him.

because the moment he steps through the door to your shared apartment, he slams it shut and wraps one of his big, calloused hands around your neck before he calmly pushes you against the wall.

and then, hinata just starts chuckling.

the sound of his deep laughter sends shivers of excitement and arousal down your spine and it feels like he's slowly setting your body on fire in a way only he's been able to.

he holds you like that for a good while, just giggling and shaking his head, meeting your desperate gaze every now and then as he applies more and more pressure on your delicate throat.

"you know what, puppy?", he begins, running a hand through his messy curls before he scratches the back of his undercut and then casually plays with the piercings in his ear.

"i actually enjoy these shows a lot", shoyo continues, his facial expressions slowly but surely hardening as he never once averts his gaze from yours all while his other hand pushes your tiny little dress all the way up your thighs, exposing your clothed cunt to the cold air of the hallway.

"all the fake giggles and compliments whenever my boys say something, honestly – it's actually quite cute. i know how much tsumu- and bo-kun enjoy your little visits and even shu-kun gets all flustered when you keep telling him just how 'big' he is", hinata explains, the smile on his plump lips slowly fading away as he pushes his thumb underneath the waistband of your panties and casually rips it with one firm tug, not even caring about the little painful gasp you let out when the fabric lightly cuts your skin.

you just look at him with parted lips, your arousal slowly dripping down your inner thighs and your cunt clenching in absolute disgusting despair the longer hinata stares at you.

"shoyo, i-", "shut the fuck up", hinata is quick to quiet you down, the playful gleam in his big eyes burning with a fire of anger in just the right way; you've finally gotten him exactly where you wanted him, "not only wasn't i done speaking yet, you were also not granted permission to say anything, pet. so you stay nice and quiet for me, hm?"

you start nodding softly, a soft whine escaping your lips when shoyo harshly pushes his thick thigh in between your legs, right against your dripping cunt. your eyes roll into the back of your head at the delicious feeling of his strong muscle underneath you; your clit throbbing almost painfully when you slowly start rocking your hips against him.

"look at how fucking desperate you are to have your stupid little pussy fucked", hinata grunts, a deep, empty chuckle falling pst his lips before he lets go of your throat and takes your chin into his big hand to have you meet his strong, alluring gaze, "it's disgustingly pathetic."

"o-only for you, daddy", you whisper and dig your fingers into his tiny waist, holding onto him as your hips move on their own, giving your little clit just the right amount of stimulation to esse some of the pressure on your cunt.

"oh, really? o-o-o-only f-for m-me? yeah?", hinata replies, his mocking of your words sending you into the sweetest haze of pleasure and you can't believe you're about to cum from basically nothing.

"didn't look like that to me when you were basically offering yourself to my boys", he hisses, suddenly pulling his whole body away from you and with a soft yelp, you let yourself fall onto your knees; desperately pressing your thighs together in hopes of getting your ruined orgasm back, only to fail miserably.

shoyo looks down to you, his rock hard cock straining against the soft material of his sweats and the thought of his weight on your tongue, you whimper softly.

"i don't fuck you for what? two days? and you forget what manners are. have i fucked you and your stupid little pussy so dumb already? because it seems like you're not doing any of the thinking anymore, hm? but i mean, how are you supposed to when cock is all you seem to think about all day", his words ring in your head, echoing sonloudly it feels like he just yelled them right into your ear.

you gulp harshly, your hands finding the fabric of his sweats as you make your way up to him; the thought of having him fill you to the brim with his cock as he says even meaner things to you clouding your mind in just the right way.

"p-please", you whisper and look up at him, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as the arousal becomes overwhelming and the radical need to have him inside of you takes over your mind, "please, daddy, i n-need you to fuck me."

you start placing soft little kisses on his clothed cock, your eyes never once leaving his strong gaze as you enjoy the feeling of his length underneath your lips knowing oh too well that he's going to take it away from you a lot sooner than you'd expect him to.

"tsk, how unfortunate that i don't need to fuck you. i'll just use my fist and watch you beg for it before i cum all over your dirty little cunt and call it a night", he hisses, pushing the messy strands of his hair out of his face before he moves out of your grip and walks towards the living room.

and just as you're about to get up on wobbly legs, hinata raises his big, tattoo clad hand snd turns his head to the side, before he mumbles a soft, "don't you fucking dare to get up. if you want to behave like a needy little pet, you're going to be treated like one. so, you better stay the fuck on all fours."

by the time you come to sit next to him on the floor, hinata just groans, pushing his sweats and boxer briefs down his thick thighs and revealing his fat, precum leaking cock to your hungry eyes.

"sit on the coffee table", he grunts, sitting down on the couch as he wraps his big hand around his throbbing length and slowly starts stroking himself.

you nod softly, moving to sit on the little table with your juices covering your inner thighs and continuously dripping down your legs and without missing a beat, you spread yourself open for hinata.

"fuck, you're dripping everywhere", he grunts at the sight of your sopping wet pussy all spread okt for him and his words easily have your hole clenching like crazy, making more of your juices drip down to your ass.

"all y-yours, daddy", you whimper, watching the way hinata slowly bucks his hip into his fist, his precum slowly finding its way down the back of his hand.

"of course you're all mine, you stupid little slut", hinata scoffs and even though you see the way he lifts his hand, the suddenness of the harsh spank on your pussy still takes your breath away and leaves you whining and whimpering as the pain slowly spreads in your veins, mixing with the pleasure and basically leaving you high.

"you and this pretty pussy belong to me, puppy", he spits and casually lands another spank on your drenched folds, a loud moan falling pst your lips as the tears stream down your temples and find their way into the coffee table.

"now cut the crybaby shit and get on top of me, show me you're worthy of my cock and i might actually breed you."

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bukojuiice · 4 years ago

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blue lagoon — gojo satoru

ೃ pairing: gojo satoru x fem! reader

ೃ tags: smut 18+ (the rest of the tags are below the cut!)

ೃ warnings: nsfw

ೃ wc: 2771 words

ೃ Gojo Satoru’s high profile sorcerer life is plagued by malicious and good for nothing rumors that describe and entail him as a pompous casanova. To finally debunk said rumors, he comes to you, his loving girlfriend, for advice on how to publicly announce your relationship with him. all it takes is some loving and some teasing from you to finally gain the courage and come to his senses.

additional tags: teasing, bathroom sex, and overstimulation (enjoy!)

A skirt-chaser, womanizer, and possibly a gallivanter who jumps from woman to woman.

That’s mostly the perception that people have about him.

He was just too good to be true.

They didn’t dare to think that Gojo Satoru would be a perfect man on his own.

There should always be a catch.

Handsome, possibly the strongest sorcerer known to man, charming, tall, and sexy, and not to mention, a bad-ass.

No one could just act that part casually and nonchalantly without hiding some skeletons in the closet, right?

Even his three first-year students, who had some assumptions and have heard some rumors that maybe their beloved teacher was a ladies’ man who could possibly never just have one significant other in his life.

They were wrong. All of them are wrong.

There was you.

The first woman he fell in love with and the woman he would come back home to after a tiring day.

He met you when you were casually roaming about the blinding lights district that was Shinjuku, catching the next train ride home.

Just a small-town girl… living in a lonely world... she took the midnight train going anywhere…

The moment he saw you, he was entranced.

He stopped in his tracks, taking in your beauty as you continuously walk farther and farther away from him.

Gojo knew he had to find you again.

And as fate would have it, the two of you end up catching the same train, a week later. Engaged in small talk, some laughs and giggles, and you were automatically charmed by his personality and looks. The two of you then went on some casual dates before taking a few steps further, and now, here you are. It’s been a year and a half since you two started dating.

The white-haired man needed to shut down these rumors, once and for all.

He wants to proudly tell everybody that there was only one woman in his life and this woman is one worth spending the rest of his life with.

So, as he meets with you tonight in your apartment like he always does, he wants to ask you for advice on how to do so.

Only problem is, how can he be honest with you like this?

What if you react differently and be taken aback over the fact that the two of you aren’t necessarily considered as official yet on his side of things?

You bob your head up at the sound of your apartment door unlocking. Your captivating boyfriend enters inside, a soft and loving smile appearing on his face as soon as he sees you.

“Sorry if I’m a bit late today.” He pardons himself but you shake your head as you stood up from your seat to run towards him, enveloping him in an amorous hug. “It’s alright babe. Have you had dinner already?” You ask innocently, tiptoeing just a little bit to give him a greeting peck on the lips.

“Yup.” He says popping the p, trying his best to emanate his usual playful and energetic aura, As the two of you break free from the hug. He begins to stretch his arms and shoulders, groaning in the process. “I’m a bit soar though. Is it alright if I take a bath?”

“Of course, love! The water’s ready actually. I just poured in some hot water in the bath for my nightly wash, thinking you won’t arrive tonight.”

“A-aaaah! I’m sorry for making you wait!” He pulls you in for another hug, peppering kisses on your cheek, giggling as he does so. “What can I possibly do to cheer you up my mistress!?”

“Pfft. Like I said, It’s alright, my love. Just get in the tub, ‘Toru.” You laugh, pushing him away playfully as he heads for your bathroom. But before he completely enters, he steps back a little, turning to you dramatically.

“Oh, my woman, why must you wound me?”

You laugh once again at his little dramatic quip as you shoo him away.

Whilst waiting for Satoru to finish by waiting for him at the door, you feel as if there’s a strange air between the two of you. Like he was hiding something. You had to get him to talk and bare his heart to you and as your mind begins to think up ideas faster speed of light, you feel a lightbulb light up in your head.

What if you went inside the bathroom and surprise him? After all, despite his very tall yet alluring height, the two of you would fit perfectly in the Japanese tub you recently just bought with him in during your monthly IKEA.

It was perfect.

You quickly make loose of your clothes, dashing into the bathroom and make a beeline towards Gojo who was chilling in the tub, head most probably in the clouds, aimlessly playing with the bubbles in the tub.

Just from looking at him like this, you know something was up.

After you wet yourself down, you hop into the tub with Gojo. As soon as he sees you dip in, he snaps back into reality, slightly bewildered and mouth agape at the sight of your beauty as you sit comfortably in front of him.

“(Y/N)!” He slightly jerks up from his position, but quickly recovers by pulling a playful pout. “I didn’t expect you to just barge in on me like this…” His fingers trace circles around your shoulder and then around the base of your neck, earning whimpers from you.

You lean back against him, and you feel him tense up even more at the touch of your bodies. “Toru… is there something up? Something you’re not telling me? You’ve been down in the dumps today…” You continue to lounge in the water, letting out a content yet exasperated sigh. Behind you, Gojo smiles half-heartedly.

If only he could tell you these conflicted emotions he’s been feeling recently.

“Everything’s fine love. Don’t worry.” He says in his usual cheeky and smug tone. He licks his lips seductively; lust fills his ethereal azure eyes as you feel Satoru’s hard cock against your ass. You perk up and push back against it slightly to get a better feel.

Gojo doesn’t react, but you hear him gulp down a lump on his throat, so you quietly reach your hand until-

“Not in the bathtub missy.” He teases you playfully, combing his hand through your mildly wet hair. “Wait just a l-little bit moree.”

Why does this man have to play with you like this?

You turn to him, the water rippling with you, shooting him an indignant stare as you lift your hands out of the water to show him you’ll behave. He sighs skittishly at the disappointed look you just gave him right now, getting goosebumps as you feel his breath against the back of your neck.

Gojo’s natural scent mixes with the bath’s hot steam. Somehow, it calms you down and gets you excited at the same time. He notices you shiver a bit as the cold breeze of wind passes by the two of you. This gives him another chance to tease you again.

“Keep your shoulders under the water so that you stay warm. It’ll help soothe away your fatigue. You had a long day today, after all~”

You roll your eyes, turning to him once more, cupping his cheek. “Pleaseeeee. You’ve had an even more draining day than I did as always.”

Gojo scoops up some bathwater, and began pouring it over your shoulders. Resulting in you relaxing even further in his arms.

Here you were right in front of him.

Completely bare and naked. Waiting for him to ravage you.

He just couldn’t help it. The teasing didn’t satisfy him enough, and now that the two of you are lying comfortably in this huge-ass bathtub, might as well use it all to your advantage, right?

Satoru’s carnal instincts kick in and all of a sudden, before you could even react probably, he grabs your boobs. Gently squeezing them and flicking your now perked up nipples. You mewl at his every touch, his touch feeling a bit more intense when it’s wet.

He pauses for a moment… and then,

“Shall we continue?”

“T-toru please… yes.” You say in between moans as he squeezes your breasts a little tighter, digging his fingers in.

“A-ah… that feels so good.”

Your white-haired lover smirks, pinching your nipples once more, steamy warmth radiating from his hands.

“They’re extra smooth and squishy today.” He teases once again, giving them an extra squeeze, earning giggles from you as his hands wander south. You practically twitch as a result of the combined stimulations that Satoru was giving you, as water flows out of the tub.

Meanwhile, you can feel that Gojo’s cock is at full mast now.

You scoot backwards a bit, spreading your legs wide so that you can get a good look at it.

Just then, Gojo’s hand comes into view as he reaches down to play with your clit. You continue to lull your head back, your bodies pressing even more than before as you feel a different sort of wetness between your legs, so you keep letting him do his thing.

“’Toru… put it in me.” You whisper in between your moans once more, the rush of sudden arousal and excitement coursing through your veins.

“Sure, I could do that, but… is it safe to have sex underwater?” He chuckles to his own joke, slightly ruining the momentum. You were about to react and shoot him a glare again but you knew that this was your time to get back at him.

You reach down and stroke the underside of his huge cock. Gojo moans softly at your sudden gesture, and he immediately bites down on your earlobe, almost reflexively.

“(Y/N)… who gave you the right to be this damn beautiful?” He licks and nibbles your neck carefully, making sure not to leave any obvious marks, making you shiver with anticipation and desire.

Your loud and his soft moans mix together like a harmonious tune, Satoru knew that he had to take this a step further now, holding you by the waist, and tracing circles on your stomach to try and ease you before hie makes his big move.

“I’m going to put it in now, okay? So, take a deep breath and just relax… stay right there and I’ll do the rest~” He whispers to your ear softly as you assume the position and Gojo slides his cock inside of you.

You mewl and cover your mouth as soon you feel his huge throbbing cock penetrate your insides. Your mind goes hazy for a moment as you feel all the ecstasy and excitement circulate around your body all at the same time, as you continue to stay in position for him to continue his full entrance.

“A-ah.. I f-feel it!” You murmur, your hand still covering your mouth.

“(Y/N)! You’re so tight!” Maybe it’s just the water, but Gojo’s cock feel way warmer than usual. Was it the stimulation or the fact that this was your first time doing it in the tub of all places?

The two of you pause for a moment to let your bodies adjust… then Gojo bounces you on his cock like you were a ragdoll.

“(Y/N)… if this hurts, please tell me alright? I’ll stop if you say so.” He says in between hitched breaths as he continues to bounce you up and down, each movement eliciting a loud and hot moan from you, you shake your head from side to side to let him know that it’s alright and he can keep going.

Over and over, he slams into your deepest parts, and before long you can’t feel your legs anymore from all this excitement and energy you were releasing.

“T-toru! Fuck me harder!” You finally scream out on the top of your lungs, and you notice Gojo slow his movements for just a second to process what you had just said as he continues.

With each motion, the bathwater ripples and rocks, loudly splashing over the edge and onto the floor. As Satoru continues to thrust, he wraps his arms around you from behind, holding you tight.

“(Y/N)!”

Gojo presses his face against your shoulder, kissing and nibbling every soft spot he could find. Your mind becomes blank again and you couldn’t do anything but continue bucking your hips to the rhythm, riding out the ecstasy.

Your pussy has become a revolving door of cock-water-cock-water. The heat making your brain all fuzzy.

“(Y/N)! I love you! This feels incredible… I’m a-about to!”

“I-I love you too…” You breathe heavily, your thighs slap together with increasing frequency, climax right around the corner.

“(Y/N)! I’m cumming!”

“A-ah! M-me too!”

His cock swells up inside of you, filling you with liquid even hotter than the bathwater. Your mind melts to mush as you achieve an absolutely transcendent orgasm.

Gojo continues to hold you in place as he empties all his load inside of you. You rest your weight against him as you come down from the climax, his cum trickling out of you and mixing with the bathwater.

“T-that was amazing…” You giggle, still trying to catch your breath as your boyfriend laughs along with you.

“I feel like I kinda lost control there.” says Gojo, who was trying to catch his breath just as much as you were.

“N-no… it’s alright.” You turn your head to him once again, cupping his cheek. Even after the orgasm, his cock is still hard enough to stay inside you.

“I think we spent too much time here.” Gojo whispers, resting his head on your shoulder. “The water’s getting cold and we can’t just sit here foreverrrr.” He pouts and you pat his head. You honestly bet he still enjoys the way your bodies are still perfectly connected, but alas, it was time to clean up.

“Alright. Alright. Let’s get out of here.”

Desperately suppressing the urge to keep fooling around, you get out of the tub. Gojo follows you out and the two of you have a quick shower. The two of you walk back to your room, hand in hand, with nothing but a towel before retreating to your room.

This is where he finally pops the question.

Waiting for you to finish drying your hair up, Gojo is laying down on your bed with newly laundered clothes he leaves at your apartment for whenever he sleeps over. He stares up at the ceiling, waiting for you to spark up a conversation. He takes a deep breath and sits up from the bed, watching you lovingly as you blow dry your hair.

“I need to tell you something…” He finally speaks up, fiddling with his hands as he says so. “The people in Jujutsu High don’t know we’re an item? Like- They have no idea that I have an absolutely amazing girlfriend and they think that I’m this shitty womanizer who only puts up a front-“

“Woah… calm down love.” You approach him, sitting beside him on the bed, a bit sad that your boyfriend fumbling with his words which was very unlikely and out of character for him. “Look, if you think it’s the right and appropriate time to tell them, then tell them. I’ll always be here to support you through every step of the way. I know it’s tough and I know they’ll relentlessly continue their shitty assumptions about you, but, I’m here now okay? I’ll be here for you.” You stand up from the bed, planting a kiss on his forehead. “I love you. You’re the best sorcerer out there and the most confident and loving man I know- let the haters hate.”

He looks up at you, his cerulean eyes sparkling in the dim bedroom light.

“I love you too.” He replies, finally, a soft and genuine smile appears on his face for the very first time tonight. “I guess I gotta get new haters since the old ones are starting to like me huh?”

“Now, let’s get to bed.”

“Awee. Shall we go for another round?”

“Toru… no.”

“Phah! Says the girl who literally went inside the tub with me like it was nothing!”

“My legs feel like jelly already… no.”

attempted to write this faster than the speed of light as soon as i finished watching jjk!!

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actuallysaiyan · 4 years ago

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Trunks NSFW Alphabet?

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Trunks is a total sweetie. He’ll get a washcloth to clean you up, water so you’ve quenched your thirst and he’ll just hold you close and cuddle you afterwards. The man is very into pillowtalk and he just wants to snuggle with you so much. He very much enjoys the intimacy that comes with the aftercare.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Trunks probably loves his hair the most. Sure, it changes from time to time, but it’s a pretty big source of pride for himself. He knows it really suits him, even if it does change. He thanks his mother’s genes for the luscious hair, instead of the gravity defying hair his father has.

On his partner, Trunks definitely enjoys tits. He’s a boob man, and he loves resting his head on your chest and having you play with his hair and just praise him. He’s very big on smiles as well. It just makes him feel so soothed.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

While Trunks is part Saiyan, I don’t think he has such a huge breeding kink. He does enjoy a very good creampie, but he’s just as satisfied with cumming on your tits, face or ass. He just loves seeing you painted up with his seed.

As for making you cum, he enjoys watching you come undone. It’s one of his favorite things in the whole word. It’s just so sexy, and the way you pant and plead, it gets him so worked up.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before he got with you, he thought about you often. He’d lie in bed at night and pleasure himself to dirty thoughts of you. He loved fantasizing how you would suck his cock and how you would ride him. Now that you are together, he shares the fantasies with you and you love to reenact them.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He wasn’t the most experienced, but he is definitely a quick learner. He’s very attentive to your body language and you don’t mind talking about the things that you love. In bed, he listens and watches you react. It’s one of his favorite things about having sex.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Trunks is pretty vanilla and he absolutely loves missionary. It’s close contact, intimate and it can turn into so many different positions from there if you both should choose. It’s really fun for him to have you tits pressed up against his chest as he slowly moves in and out of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Trunks might crack a dirty joke or two, but for the most part he is pretty romantic and serious. Sex is something he likes to immerse himself into, but he also understands that it can be fun and sometimes there are funny things that happen as well. If you get a leg cramp or something like that, you both might break out in laughter.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

So, Trunks has light hair from the bottom of his stomach going down towards his genitals. The carpet matches the drapes, which is seriously no surprise. Have you seen the man’s hair? He likes to keep himself clean and trimmed for you and also himself. It feels better that way.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Like stated above, Trunks is generally pretty romantic and intimate with you during the act. He loves caressing you, holding you close and making out with you. It just feels so good when you’re both into it and praising each other. Sometimes, he gets a little rough, but it’s not often. Other times, he may be a little more playful.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He used to masturbate a lot before you were together, but now he does it less. Whenever he’s got the craving or you’re away for some time, he’ll probably have a fleshlight or something to fuck. He just loves sex a lot, and masturbation is no exception for Trunks.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

So, besides the small breeding kink that most Saiyan men have, Trunks is very into lingerie and blindfolds. He loves the way you look in lingerie, and to him it’s like unwrapping a present. You look so sexy and it’s just so damn hot! Blindfolds heighten the senses, and if you blow him while he’s blindfolded, he’s going to cum so fucking fast.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s not opposed to having sex in different places, but he most definitely loves having sex at home in bed. It’s just romantic, intimate and he can take his time. It’s just so nice to have a place of your own where you can just get down and dirty together without any distractions or interruptions.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

With Trunks, it doesn’t take too much. If you whisper in his ear, and he feels your breath on his neck. If you lean over him and grab onto his inner thigh. If you give him that “fuck me” look. You just need to show him that you’re interested. You gotta tell him subtly sometimes, but if you just tell him straight up, he enjoys that too. It’ll get the blood pumping quickly.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Trunks doesn’t like doing anything involving feces or urine, but he’s almost down for anything else. As long as he has your consent, he’s going to try it with you. You both like certain things, but there are some things you’ve both tried that you don’t enjoy. Some of those things include hitting(not spanking), urine play and rape fantasies, which you’ve both concluded aren’t for you at all.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Trunks is like his father in this aspect, and he’s a huge pillow prince. He loves it if you tie your hair up and go down on him. Wrap your lips around his cock and deep throat this man. He will fall deeper in love with you every time you suck him off. It’s just one of his favorite things.

On the other hand, Trunks adores going down on you too. He’ll make you cum over and over until you’re begging him to stop. It’s so good though.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Most of the time, Trunks is very sensual and loving. He loves to take his time with you, making you cum a lot and just caressing you and enjoying your body. Sometimes, if he’s feeling pent up, he’ll fuck you raw, hard and fast. You won’t see it coming, but you’ll love it just the same.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Trunks loves quickies. They are fast, fun and messy from time to time. He loves surprising you by rubbing his crotch into your ass while you’re doing something, and this is instantly what sets you both off. He’ll moan in your ear and he’ll pick you up, throw you on the desk or table and he’ll start undressing you. These happen often, but he loves taking his time too when he has the time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He enjoys experimenting with you. Risks are taken when you both have consented to it, and the next time you’re intimate, you try the new thing. Trunks likes to tease you and stimulate you in public sometimes too, just to see you react. He finds it sexy when you suppress your moans.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Trunks could last so long. He would fuck you for hours and hours, making you cum in all kinds of different ways. It would be so sexy, but so tiring. He just goes with what you’re comfortable with that night. He could go for many rounds as well, and his refractory period is almost non existent.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You and Trunks like to go to the sex store together to buy all kinds of toys. Whether it be a vibrator or a plug, or sometimes he likes to buy things that he can use to tease you like vibrating panties or handcuffs. He loves using a vibrator on your clit while he pounds himself into you. If you use the vibrator on him, he’ll cum very quickly.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Trunks is huge on teasing. He loves seeing you become all hot and bothered, and when you pout or beg him to go on, he just relishes in those reactions. It’s so sexy to watch you become frustrated only for Trunks to make you fall over the edge over and over and over and over...

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s a fairly vocal lover. He likes to let you know how much he loves it. He’ll talk dirty to you as well, and he’ll grunt and moan. When he cums, he’s a little louder and it’s very sexy. It’s breathy, pleading and just such a wonderful sound.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Trunks enjoys it when you stimulate his prostate sometimes, and he’s not ashamed of it either. It’s just something that makes him cum so quick, and you enjoy watching him squirm and whine while you jerk him off and stimulate him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s got a thick cock, it’s about seven inches and has a slight curve to it. His balls are perfect as well, and the man is just well built underneath it all. He’s a nice mix of leanness and muscles. He’s absolutely gorgeous.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s pretty high, but it doesn’t really interfere with his life. He likes to have a healthy sex life, but he doesn’t want it to take over and ruin things in life. He enjoys habitual sex, but he’s also into spontaneous quickies.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Trunks will make sure you are asleep first before he holds you close and closes his eyes. He’ll fall asleep not too long afterwards.

#writing #reader requested #anon requested #future trunks x you #future trunks x reader #future trunks x y/n #future trunks spicy alphabet #future trunks smut #dragon ball #dragon ball z #dragon ball smut #dragon ball z smut

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tastyykpop · 4 years ago

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[ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ʜɪᴍ]

Pairings: mafia boss!jaehyun x reader

♡𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡♡

Warnings: dom!jaehyun, brat!reader, yandere themes, orgasm denial, slight edging (like really slight), thigh slapping, ropes, vibrator, punishment kinda, creampie, unprotected sex (stay safe 🙏)

The glass in Jaehyuns hand shattered as he saw another man approach you. He was beyond pissed. Mostly at you honestly. You were basically letting it happen because to you, this was all fun and games.

It shouldn't be though.

Jaehyun was a dangerous man. Someone you really shouldn't be around and someone who had a lot of power, over anything and everyone. Most people were terrified of him and only idiots would dare to speak out of line. And if they were lucky, maybe, just maybe they'd make it out alive.

It all happened when you came to this bar for a good drink and a slight buzz. But here, there was always someone hitting on you. This someone happened to be Jaehyun. It was the first time you met him too. Unfortunately, like the idiot you were (and still are), you talked back to him. It wasnt because you were trying to be rude, but instead you were fed up with the way he was acting towards you. The small brushes on the shoulder and the hand on your knee was getting on your nerves. But what really annoyed you were his comments. Not realising who he was and the power he had, you got angry and gave him back handed comments.

You only stopped when you felt a sting to your thigh.

Luckily for you it was only a slap. Not a knife or a bullet. Jaehyun was never this gentle.

Everytime after that, you would still come back to the bar, in your usual seating and Jaehyun would always be there. He even remembered your favorite drink after the first few nights. How sweet. But now, he was seated away from you with a group of men, watching your every move since he couldnt be with you at the moment.

"Baby that dress looks so pretty on you." The guy sitting next to you commented. His tongue swiping over his lips to coat them in his own saliva.

"Hmm thanks." You smiled, knowing that an angry Jaehyun was watching you like a hawk from across the bar.

The man's hand began to slither up your thigh, dragging his hand up and down. It was nothing like Jaehyuns rough, yet loving hands.

"I want to get to know you more." You turned your head to face the man and raised an eyebrow. "Come home with me."

"Sorry, but I'm gonna have to say no." You took a quick swig of your drink and smiled.

"Come on baby. It'll be worth your time." The man took your hands into his and brought them to his lips.

Jaehyun was going to kill someone today.

"Im sorry," you pulled your hand away, giggling, "but I said no." The man was still relentless, grabbing your hand and placing it on his bulge. Your eyes lit up and you searched around the room to see if anyone was seeing what was going on, stopping on your boyfriend's cold eyes.

Jaehyun got up from his seat, walking towards you. Your hand pulled away like lightning. A groan coming from the man next to you. Panic filled your body as you knew someone was going to get killed, or injured.

An angry Jaehyun is not a good Jaehyun. Especially if someone touched his girlfriend. And he let that go too far.

"Whats my pretty girl doing?" Jaehyun pulled your hair to the side and lightly kissed your neck. It was odd hearing such a soft voice come out of Jaehyun, yet you could feel how pissed he was.

"I-i was just talking..." His hands grabbed your waist, digging his nails deep into your side. Jaehyun wasnt an idiot, but you tried.

"And who the fuck are you?" The man asked. You actually forgot he was still there. But he wasn't going to be for long, Jaehyun ripped out a gun and pointed it at the man before making sure the safety was off.

"The real question is who are you?"

"I-i..." the man stuttered, obviously threatened by the weapon in your boyfriends hand.

"I dont like waiting." Jaehyun cocked the gun.

"I-im no one s-sir my apologies." The man walked away as quickly as he could from the both of you. Jaehyun snickering at how pathetic he was.

"Im gonna killed him for touching you."

"No, you wont. You can't always hurt someone who talks or touches me."

"Dont talk back to me, im not in the mood." You got up from the bar stool and walked with Jaehyun to his car. A very expensive one at that.

"I dont care if your in the mood stop acting like a bitch." Your sparky comment took all of Jaehyuns power to not bend you over and spank you in public.

"Get in the car Y/N."

"No." Crossing your arms over your chest, you turned and walked away. That set Jaehyun off.

You were suddenly in the backseat of his car, your face pushed against the seat and your ass in the air. The dress you were wearing was barely covering anything anymore.

"Listen here you pathetic little slut," he whisped in your ear, "if i tell you to get in the fucking car you listen, understand?"

You tried to get out of the grip he had on you, but it was no use. It just earned you a smack.

"Stop moving and answer me."

"Yes." A sigh left your mouth as he let go of you and walked to the drivers seat, starting the car. Leaving you in the back flustered.

"Come on pretty girl you can take it." Jaehyun was currently fucking you with a vibrator. The vibrations sending you over the edge as he kept moving it in and out at a slow pace. You grabbed his arm and dug your nails deep into him, hoping that he'd stop punishing you and fuck you for real.

"P-please.." You begged as you squirmed on the bed from all the edging he was doing.

Jaehyun ignored you and picked up his pace. The room was filled with a mix or screaming, moaning, and wet sounds, just how he likes it.

He pulled you in for a rough kiss, teeth clashing with each other. The rougher he was, the more passionate he was with you.

"Im gonna cum." You moaned out, pulling away from the deep kiss, having enough of all the toying from the man above you.

"No youre not." He ripped the toy out of you, ruining your orgasm.

"Aw look at that baby, guess you won't cum again for another month."

You glared at the man as he sat there with a playful smirk before he moved on top of you, leaning down to bite and suck on your neck, leaving purple and blue marks on your skin as a whine left your lips. You wanted more, but knowing Jaehyun you probably weren't going to get it until he was satisfied enough. But you knew he was going to give up sooner or later. The boner brushing against your thigh was not going to go unnoticed by you.

"Stop...teasing..." You tried saying as Jaehyun moved back up to kiss you again.

"Why should i?" He looked up with an eyebrow raised, "You werent exactly the nicest to me. So why should I be nice to you?"

You frowned at the older man ready to talk back again, but the sudden cold hand cupping your hot entrance stopped you. The lower half of your body was almost grinding on his hand for more friction. Jaehyun noticed and smirked at your attempts to get off.

Smack.

"Dont even try that." He kept the same agonizing smirk on his face, giving him a more sadistic look than before. Your movement stopped with a pout and you watched Jaehyun take his hand away from your core.

"Then ill just do it myself." You pretty much just pushed Jaehyun away from you and attempted to please yourself, but you knew damn well it wasn't nearly as good as Jaehyun himself.

"Look at the pretty girl trying to act all tough." Jaehyun cooed at you, taking your hand away from your core and pinning your hands above your head. "Have i not been punishing you good enough? Is that why your acting even more bratty than usual?"

"No," you shook your head at your boyfriend, "its the fact you going to kill someone just because they touched me."

"Well i have a newsflash for you princess," Jaehyun leaned closer to your ear and whispered, "theyre already dead."

"Y-youre insane Jaehyun..."

"But thats why you love me." You watched as Jaehyun got off of you, moving to find something in the very large closet you both shared. When he turned back, you expected another toy he was going to tease you with, but no. He had ropes in his hand as he walked towards you with the same sadistic smirk that you hated yet loved.

He tied you up effortlessly, only giving him a few hard times but that only ended with a few smacks to your thigh.

Jaehyun stood back looking at your naked figure, a small blush painted your cheeks as you felt small under his gaze. Yes, Jaehyun was rather proud of what he was looking at. The beautiful hickeys and bite marks that littered your thighs, neck, and chest. The red hand prints on your thighs wrapping around to your ass. And the crescent shapes in your hips from his nails digging into your skin. He loved all of it.

You could hear the sound of clothes dropping to the floor, but didnt bother turning your head, too embarrassed to look at him now that you felt more exposed with the ropes holding your wrists to the bed post.

"Spread your legs for me princess." The sound of Jaehyuns voice brought you back to reality. You looked at him, his eyes staring into yours waiting for you to do as you were told. But did you didnt move. Just adding more fuel to his anger. "I said spread your fucking legs." He growled. You did so a bit too slowly for his liking and it only ended up with him forcefully spreading them himself.

A quiet gasp left your lips watching as he began to slowly grind into you, making you feel his bare cock against your pussy. Your sighs and moans filled the room, jaehyun watched closely, taking in every whine and movement you made. He pulled back and you waited for him to continue grinding but no, he was inside you without warning, not giving you anytime to adjust.

Jaehyuns fast pace shook the bed and your wrists were chaffing against the ropes. Moans erupted from your throat from the pain and pleasure Jaehyun was giving you.

"Fuck, Jaehyun...."

Jaehyun moved his hand from your hips up to your throat giving it a tight squeeze, "Such a dirty mouth." His hips snapped forward making your eyes roll to the back of your head and more cuss words were choked out. Earning a disappointed head shake from your boyfriend.

The lewd sounds of your bodies filled the room as he continued fucking you into oblivion. If someone walked in, they would be sure to have the image of you being fucked by Jaehyun with his fingers in your mouth and hand wrapped around your throat all while being tied up, stuck in their head for a few months.

"You love being a brat huh?" Jaehyun started whilst making eye contact, "Cause you know you'll be fucked like the pathetic slut you are. Am i right princess?"

He took his fingers out of your mouth to let you speak, "Y-yes." You moaned out. A quiet chuckle rang through your ears.

"Needy little brat..." His pace was faster yet sloppy and you knew he was close. The bed rocked and the sound of skin against skin filled your ears. Jaehyuns grip on your throat not planning on letting go as you struggled for breath.

"Jaehyun....p-please I'm gonna-"

"If you even dare cum ill beat your ass." That changed your thoughts about even bothering to let go, knowing he wasn't playing around.

Just as you felt like holding it in wasnt enough, Jaehyun was already one step ahead and came inside you, riding out his orgasm with a low groan.

Jaehyun pulled out, removing the ropes from your wrists. They were as red as your thighs and they stung too the touch. Jaehyun, being the nice man he is, even though he was still slighlty mad, took the time to give you after care, applying a cream to your wrists and butt just so the redness would calm down and cleaned up the cum dripping down your thighs.

After all that he laid beside you, embracing you in his arms and kissing the top of your head. "My pretty girl." He muttered against your hair before the both of you drifted off to sleep. Although you were still angry that you couldnt cum.

#nct smut #nct #jung jaehyun #jung jaehyun smut #jaehyun #jaehyun nct #jung jaehyun nct #nct 127 #jaehyun smut #nct dream #wayv #nct u #kpop smut #kpop fluff #kpop angst #nct fluff #nct angst

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kookiessugababy · 3 years ago

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Sweet Revenge (min yoongi) (updated)

Scenario- a quiet night in blown by Yoongis deafening jealousy

Warnings🚨- jealousy// hickies// pet names// one shot

Hope you enjoy <3

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You stumbled to the door of the boys apartment to hear the muffled chatter of them all through the door- your hand reaching into your pocket to retrieve your keys. Your feet felt light and your head dizzy, nothing making quite as much sense as you’d like, which was made greatly obvious as you fell into the heavy door as you entered. The room was softly lit in an orange light, and the floor was scattered with pizza boxes and share bags of confectionary, ruining the usual modern cleanliness of the decor. The seven boys were sat on the floor, some on the sofa, joking amongst themselves in their usual manner, cans of alcohol in hands. You loved spending time with them and they had been so welcoming ever since Namjoon had introduced you, encouraging you to spent most of your nights in their spare guest room which they had decorated with dusky pink and grey- a surprise for your previous birthday.

They hushed as you stumbled through the doorframe, your dress spilling from your shoulders and riding up your legs. You could barely work out their faces until Joonie approached you, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. He always got concerned after you had been out, especially if he didn’t know who you were with. The night always ended with him having to care for you and despite your feelings of nausea, you embraced your best friend who was stroking your hair softly. “y/n you must stop going out partying you silly thing” Joon softly lectured, in an attempt to be polite. You shook your head and giggled as he pulled you back, readjusting the straps on your dress to maintain your modesty. He laughed a little and shook his head; “Get changed and come sober up. There’s some pizza for you, idiot.” You heard Junkook shuffle towards the two of you, and in his plate was a cold slice that looked somewhat miserable upon a creased paper plate they had set aside for your return, leaving it on the coffee table by your legs.

The cool water felt divine as it hit your face, slightly dampening the ends of your hair as they fell at your shoulders. You stared at your reflection as the water fell from the faucet, eyes still slightly hazy. “Y/n please hurry, I’m dying for the bathroom” Hoseok yelled from the other side of the door, the handle jutting as he pulled to get in. You sighed, opening the door to him smiling in relief. “I was starting to think you’d flushed yourself away. Aren’t those my shorts?” he joked, giving you the right to roll your eyes at his attempt to wind you up. “We’re waiting for you! We were going to play cards against humanity” he announced, before pushing passed you to firmly lock the door behind you.

An hour later you found yourself wrapped in a fluffy blanket between Taehyung and Jimin, your head on Jimin’s lap as the rest of the members sat around in a questionable circle. You had begun to sober up- still remaining tipsy but you now matched the state of the others, who were endorsed in the rude card game being played. It made little to no sense, with fits of giggles erupting every few seconds over minor occurrences, but the atmosphere was comfortable. You’d talked a lot with Jimin tonight, who you knew very little compared got the rest of the boys considering how long it had been since Namjoon had introduced you. He had a lovely nature about him and you couldn’t stop thinking about how he looked down on you when you spoke, as if he was carefully reading you, or prompting you to speak more. Your hair was tangled between his fingers mindlessly as he laughed with the others, before reaching your shoulder and rubbing it lightly. Your eyes were groggy and your body relaxed- all stressors in your body alleviated as you sank further into his leg. A low chuckle led from his parted lips as he smiled at you. “Comfortable?” he taunted as the others laughed, your eyes closing as you nodded softly. You found yourself drifting to a light slumber as he comforted you, the muffled dialogue a slight hum as you slowly slipped out of consciousness.

You were rudely awoken twenty minutes later to a prodded shoulder, Jin leaning over you and Jimin, his hair falling close to your face as you slowly opened your eyes. “We’re heading to bed, y/n, so you should too” he whispered, showing a caring smile as you raised gently by the arm from the other boys lap. You were greeted with a hug and a peck on the forehead from Jimin once you had both made your way to the corridor, before leaving to his room. The hallway was unnervingly silent, the empty walkway shouting as your toes hit the floorboards, trying to silently make your way through to the spare room. Raising your hand out of your sleeve, the cold handle was just about in your grip but before you could swing it open, a large hand grabbed your wrist, another on your waist.

You craned your neck to find yourself faced with a dark silhouette, the little light reflecting off familiar silver strands of hair. “Yoongi?” you choked out, shocked by his sudden appearance. You’d spent little to no time with him tonight, and you were now worried that this had upset him. His brow was furrowed, face serious, frustrated and vengeful. You could see the shape of his tongue pressing against his cheek as he peered down on you, eyes running up and down your figure in a way they hadn’t before. It seemed more desperate. A silk dressing gown hid little, as you sported some comfy sleeping shorts and a small cami vest, in which he seemed amused by to your confusion. Yoongi was one of your closest friends out of the group, with many finding your relationship as flirty and slightly over the top, but you were both very confident around one another so neither would want it any other way- but this behaviour from him was not normal and his tightening grasp startled you. “Can I talk to you, y/n?” and despite the questioning nature, it felt a demand as he pulled you into the room, pushing you against the wall. He waited in silence until the door softly closed itself; meanwhile you focused on silencing your breathing and hoping your heart was not to come out of your throat.

You stumbled as your back pressed to the cold, your gown dropping to your shoulders as you desperately searched for words. “Yoongi what is wrong? What are you doing?” you demanded, his stare growing harsh as his index finger tilted your chin to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark and illuminated by the weak glare of the lampshade, his soft lips now pursed. The yellow beam exaggerated his sharp features, his jaw clenched. You couldn’t help but admire how he looked at that moment, almost forgetting his hands hanging to your wrist. He seemed to inhale through his teeth as he watched your confused features relax, but seemed pleased with your little resentment to his restraint. “What was that? With Jimin? Why did he look at you like that?” his voice remained stern and low, spitting with jealousy. After months of assuming Yoongi was simply protective of you, you questioned the possibility of him possibly being envious of people you had encountered and brung to the apartment- but surely he would have made it more obvious? Acted upon it sooner? You couldnt help but to quietly question him, your voice low as you searched for answers. “Min Yoongie, are you jealous?” you taunted, raising your eyebrow. However, the usual playful reply was met with a tighter grip on your wrists, heating up your cheeks as he shifted closer, noses touching. “Don’t play with me, y/n. Bratty girls don’t get anywhere in life.” Something shifted in your stomach as your eyes moved to his leg, which was inches from being between your thighs. You were confused and slightly taken aback by his harshness, but you could feel your face blushing as he stared directly at you. His arms pulled yours up above your head, leaving you feeling exposed, and despite the strangeness of it all, something felt right. “Y/n, you can’t be like this. You know you can’t. Flirting with the boys and making me stare at your pretty face while they get to touch you. Do you not think I find it hard enough seeing you wander in and out meeting other men? Bringing them to your room? I’ve heard you gloat to Namjoon about your dates, and all the boys who want you so bad. Don’t you think I want you bad, y/n? Jimin couldn’t touch you the way I could if you let me.” Your eyes were wide, your lashes brushing your face as your lips parted- almost in a state of shock. You had, undoubtedly, thought of Yoongi like this before, however you never would had even thought he felt the same. It almost made some sense as you tried to pull the pieces together, but very little of you could hold concentration as you felt his lips brush against yours. The tension was sliced with a heated kiss, his lips soft and hungry for yours. His tongue made its way to your mouth, his hands exploring your waist and running to your breast. The cold shock of his rings hugging his fingers felt like a knife against the warmth of your skin, core tightening as he pushed his knee to where you needed it most. You attempted to push your body down to it as your breathing hitched between messy kisses, lightly grinding against his clothed leg, your shorts separating you further.

“Stop” he commanded, pulling his leg away. His bulge was obvious as you glanced down to his grey joggers, a pain running through your core as you yearned for a touch. You felt yourself grow wet under his touch, his stare enticing you. His eyes wandered past your features, taking in your body and how weak you looked under him. He pushed the gown that sat upon your shoulders onto the floor, carefully watching you as if he was going to miss something if he looked away. He groaned as he took in your figure, his hands running and teasing your curves. “You’re so fucking pretty, kitten”, he hummed, tangling your hair between his fingers. You took a deep breath as he pushed his buldge towards your clothes heat, touching ever so lightly against you, whining as you felt yourself grow needy. “M-min Yoongie” you whined, as he tugged your hair softly, moving your face so he could plant his lips against your collar bones, marking your neck with deep purple and red. “Baby, what I would do right now to fuck you senseless is unimaginable. You do not know how long I’ve wanted you” He traced his arms down your tummy to your shorts, where he tugged the string lightly to ask you permission. You pushed your hips forward, nodding as he pulled them down your legs painfully slow. Kicking them to the side, he knelt between your legs, his breath hot against your thighs. “I need you Yoongi. I really need you” you plead, your underwear growing uncomfortable as the fabric clung to you, damp. “Oh kitten I know but you were naughty. Jimin wants his cock all up in your pretty mouth now and you don’t know where you belong.” His finger ran over your covered slit, his finger glistening with your arousal as you whined, pleading for more. “Yoongi no I want you now!” You demanded. However, a frown met his face. He ripped your underwear from you, before undressing you completely. He stood over you, completely clothed, his arm holding him up against the wall as searched your bare body. “Beg for me baby. Tell me who’s little slut you are” he whispered in your ear, nibbling it lightly. You felt euphoric and weak- surging feelings you never felt before, stomach clenching as you stood for him, exposed. “Yoongi please I’m all yours. I need you. Please Yoongi I really need you” you whined, a smirk plastering his face in satisfaction.

His face met your now dripping heat, tongue softly reaching for your clit. He licked up your thighs, massaging them with his palms as your legs buckled under his touch. He sucked your clit harshly, the swelling from arousal finally replaced by his lips. You gasped in shock as his fingers made their way up towards your heat. You felt the tip of his middle finger tease your hole, running patterns as he continued to pay attention to your clit, teeth regularly nibbling lightly, causing a strange but pleasurable discomfort that was met by soft kitten licks. Without warning, he pushed two of his long fingers inside of you, pulsing in and out of you. Air was pushed out from you as you tried to keep up with the fast pace, whining and moaning while he continued to kiss your clit. “That’s it babygirl. Let them hear your pretty noises for me.” Yoongi mumbled against you, continuing to pay you his full attention. You lower stomach tightened and your heat began to ache, clenching his fingers. At this point, he continued at his pace, slapping your other thigh with his spare hand. Your legs began to shake ever so slightly and you could not hold yourself for any longer. “C-cum Yoongi. I need to cum.” you cried, wincing as the contact between you both was cut short as he pulled away right before your climax. Your jaw dropped as your pussy dripped, marking your thighs as you watched him move away from your heat. His hair was tousled and messy from your grip, lips glossy with your arousal- glistening as he smirked. “Kitten, do you really think I’d let you finish?” He sniggered, kissing your forehead lightly. You were lost for words as the pain between your thighs only got worse, whining for more attention. Yoongi looked at you pitifully, before smiling, bringing you close as he held you up from your shaking frame. “You have to earn it baby. I only let my slut cum when she knows she’s mine, and knows that she cannot flirt with others” he grinned, pulling off his shirt and pulling it over your shoulders. “I- Yoongi please don’t go!” You pleaded, your small hands grasping his waistband, his precum having ruined his joggers. You were warm and sweaty, thighs and neck bruised with his hickeys- claiming your body and marking it his own. His shirt hung off you, exposing every mark he left, the soft fabric stained with his sweet smell. He shook his head calmly, as if he had planned this all too well. His hand reached for the door as he pressed his lips against your lips softly- “goodnight my angel. i hope you sleep well” he smirked, quietly shutting the door behind him. You were left alone, needy, unfinished yet exhausted. Climbing between the covers left you feeling overwhelmed and almost angry at the boy, who had left you so desperate for his touch. Why did he leave you like this? Did he regret what he did?

— Your alarm rang at 9:00am as it did every morning. The light in your room danced through the pearl lace blinds, covering your sheets on the soft glow of the sun. Your thighs seemed to cramp up as you lifted yourself out of bed, but without sheer disregard, you made your way to the kitchen. The hallway was empty, with each bedroom door l left open, indicating their absence, the smell of a sweet concoction guiding you through the corridor. You found lethargy grasping you this morning- alot more than usual. You couldn’t quite remember what happened last night, as you were yet to shake off the early hour daze alongside ensuring you made it to breakfast in time before nothing was left. However, you were left to question your facade upon a greeting of questionable stares as you placed yourself at the marble island in the centre of the room. Nonchalant, you grasped the frosted glass of water that was sat at the table, finishing it at pace. You sighed in relief as it soothed your throat and woke you up slightly. “Good morning y/n!” Joon sang, pushing a large serving of sugar waffles and chopped fruit in your direction. Their was a queer rigidity in the room, leaving an awkward silence as you listened to the pan sputter on the stove. You were set back by the lack of communication but greeted Namjoon in return. “Does anyone know where Yoongi is? He’s going to miss breakfast.” Tae finally iterrogated, breaking the silence. He threw a raised eyebrow in your direction, before wandering his eyes to the clothes you were wearing. With that, your heart stopped, head sinking into your plate, finally remembering why you were so tired. How could you let it slip your mind? You looked down at the shirt hanging from your neck in a sudden fear, realising how exposed you were. Dark bruises were planted all over your neck and thighs, and you dropped your fork in panic and embarrassment, the clatter ringing in your ears . With this, Yoongi sauntered through the door frame, yawning as he picked his plate from the table. “Morning” he mumbles to the boys, brushing past your back. “Nice shirt y/n” he taunts, winking playfully, before disappearing off into the lounge with his food. Your face turned red as Namjoon laughed over the counter, rolling his eyes playfully. Pursing your lips, you pushed yourself from the counter, quickly following Yoongis trail.

You were embarrassed and confused, with no idea how to feel about Yoongi. What did he mean, he wanted me for so long ? Then why would he leave you so desperate and wanting more? The room was glaring with the warmth of the sun, the large window wall televising the city in the brilliant morning glow. You were welcomed to the sight of a sleepy Yoongi quietly hunched over his breakfast, facing the skyscrapers and peacefully watching the clouds. His hair was messy, just like it was left last night- sporting the same joggers that were slightly stained. The golden reflection bounced off his face, his eyes shimmering and his complexion glowing. You seemed to find yourself admiring him, awing at the way his body looked as he relaxed in the quiet room. Despite your silence, he sensed your presence, indicating his knowledge with smile at his feet before turning in your direction. “Hey beautiful” hey hummed, patting the space next to him. You shook off your stare, all while remaining confused and dazed, you made your way over, slumping to his side. His toned arm reached around you, holding you confidently into his side and pinching your cheek softly. “Good morning Yoongie” you sighed. You were in hope to question last night, but before you had the chance he cut short your brainstorming with a soft kiss on your lips, causing your body to shake off the restlessness that cultivated upon your shoulders in the kitchen. You slightly smiled against his lips, a small sigh of relief falling from his mouth as he pulled away. You found yourself not entirely caring about wether anybody walked in, the feelings of lust washing over you, reminding you of the previous night as his eyes stared into yours. The silence was deafening yet comfortable, his hand adjusting the shirt he gave to you in an attempt hide your breasts that were close to visible above the hem. Yoongi seemed confident and sure, and yet you were left to fear that now everything would be awkward between the two of you. A few silent moments had passed, both of you drowning in thought, before Yoongi moved his hands to yours. “Y/n, I want you. I want to finish what we started but only if you can be mine- and only mine” he growled, keeping his voice low and quiet to ensure his privacy. “ Yoongi I- I’m confused. You just left me last night! I thought you regretted whatever it was” you squeaked, hair falling infront of your face as you dropped your head in worry. His eyes were diverted, scanning the marks he had left on you- his reminder that of how good he made you feel. A slight smirk glazed his face causing you to shift in your seat, his gaze causing you blush. You suddenly felt yourself needy for him to finish his work- for his touch and his voice calling you sweet names. Maybe you wanted him too. His hand traced your thigh, pushing the bottom of the shirt away to reveal deep red finger prints. Further it moved to your shorts, placing his cold hand upon your clothed heat, where you were met with a chuckle; “oh kitten no. That was just my revenge”

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mrs-daddyissues · 4 years ago

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~ C H A P T E R 8 ~

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Pairing: Alfred Pennyworth x OFC

Series Summary: Sarabi Nichols is Bruce Wayne’s life long friend that aids in creating weaponry and making outfits. When she was younger she had a thing for Bruce but now her taste has aged. Considerably. Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce’s guardian and butler is more her style now. Despite this knew found liking, Sarabi feels trapped. She can’t talk to Bruce about it and clearly can’t mention it to Alfred. The only person she has is her best friend, Claudia. Sarabi has to fight the things she feels for the older man because he could never feel the same way back, right?

{Normal} Playlist

{Slowed+Reverb} Playlist

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references

Word Count: 1831

Author’s Note:

If you didn’t see it in my last post, I just wanted to say that I am returning to work soon so my posting schedule will not be as consistent. Apologies but for now, enjoy!

Sarabi’s eyes fluttered open as soft morning light filtered through her curtains. She felt warm and tingly all over but couldn’t remember having a sex dream that night. She felt around her nightgown and found no evidence. Suddenly, like a large wave, all the previous night’s events replayed in her mind.

She remembered the way every person stared at her as she graced those stairs. She remembered dancing with that old guy and then with the young, skinny Edward Nygma that she introduced to Claudia.

But the thing that was making her feel so pleased was the moments she shared with Alfred. She recounted their sensual dance as if they’d done it millions of times before and the way he talked to her in his jealous almost possessive tone. The dance and the small encounter that happened afterwards replayed in her mind and made her sigh contently.

At that moment, her phone pinged. She turned over with a gruff and grabbed the phone. On her screen was a text from Claudia.

So...did you get some? ;)

Sarabi’s smile faded when she realised what this all meant. She would have to face Alfred today and what was she supposed to do? Act like nothing happened or address the ache in her core that had started building. She felt a pinch of annoyance as she thought about how she could’ve ended the night with Alfred in her bed.

Sarabi rolled back over and slapped her forehead. ‘What the fuck am I suppose to do?’ Sarabi stressed over and over again before deciding to text Claudia back.

No, did you?

Sarabi tried to distract herself by making conversation with Claudia but it didn’t help. Her body yearned for Alfred in a way it hadn’t before. Sarabi knew this stronger craving was because of how close she got to what she wanted last night. She didn’t know how long she could stand it.

Aw, that’s too bad. You’ll get him eventually. And yes I did get some and it wasn’t half bad.

Sarabi was glad Claudia had some fun but now she wanted to have her own fun. She didn’t know what to do but she knew Claudia would.

What the fuck should I do? Do I act as if nothing happened?

Sarabi texted, hoping that Claudia had all the answers she needed.

Talk to him. When you get a spare chance. I might come over later and we can discuss it further, alright Sarbi? Gtg but I love you and go get some ;)

Claudia’s answer made Sarabi’s nerves fly through the roof but she made the decision. She’d discuss it with Claudia, hopefully, and get all the advice she needed. She would then, when she got a private, spare chance, talk to Alfred and see what happens. It could ruin everything they had but if it went the way she wanted, it could have some of the most delicious payoff.

Please, come over. I need your guidance, wise one! Love ya.

She texted back almost instantly. Sarabi knew it was the only way to know for sure. If she didn’t talk with him she would never know.

Sarabi managed to avoid Alfred for the day as he was in the ballroom helping clean up. Sarabi busied herself with work in the cave that ranged from weapons manufacturing to hacking into security cameras and surveying crime. In retrospect, she’s very glad that Bruce had that gala because now Alfred would be away for the whole day.

Halfway through the day, Sarabi realised what she was doing was useless so she retired to her room. Having no clue what else to do, she read, watched some TV and even had a random shower. She was bored and kind of wishing she had some sort of work to do.

“Miss Nichols?” The sonorous British voice registered in her ears while she put away a pair of socks. She turned around quickly and felt all rationality leave her mind. Everything she had prepared before was completely washed from her mind like a sandcastle during high tide. She marvelled at how Alfred, without any effort, could make her mind unravel like that.

“Miss Nichols?” Alfred’s head inclined when Sarabi didn’t respond. She then quickly snapped out of her trance and shook her head, her curls bouncing on her shoulders.

“Yes, Alfred?” Sarabi let go of a shaky breath as her heart thumped against her chest.

“Miss Flynn is here to see you,” Alfred responded with the most professional voice Sarabi had ever heard him use. It was like he was trying to be overly professional.

“She didn’t tell me she would be here,” Sarabi wasn’t surprised though, Claudia was the ultimate best friend. She was there for her whenever she needed it.

Sarabi walked up to where Alfred was standing and watched how his eyes flickered down to her lips and back up to her eyes. Sarabi gave a similar stare to Alfred hoping he would just confess to her first. The tension between the two was thick.

After the dance the two shared the feelings between the two seemed much hotter and heavier. The tension was extreme and almost unbearably. She would love to get it other with and jump Alfred’s bones but he had other plans.

“Miss Flynn is waiting,” Alfred reminded Sarabi as her body moved closer to his. Sarabi didn’t even notice she was doing it.

“Right, thanks,” Sarabi quickly scurried away to find Claudia watching from the bottom of the staircase.

“Did I interrupt?” Claudia asked with a worried but playful tone. She hoped she hadn’t interrupted an important moment but also hoped that things were moving forward.

“You interrupted nothing, let’s go,” Sarabi grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her along.

“Where are we going?” Claudia questioned, thinking they would just talk at Wayne Manor.

“Anywhere but here,” Sarabi responded, she looked back to find Alfred watching her from the staircase. Those eyes were burning into her but as soon as Sarabi caught them, he turned around and walked away. The voyeuristic stares shared between the two were growing in number. Sarabi had no idea what to do about it. Sarabi just hoped Claudia had all the answers.

The two girls ended up having lunch at some swanky 50s style diner in downtown Gotham. They were seated at a red leather booth in the very corner. Claudia had in front of her a cheeseburger, fries and a large coke. Sarabi consumed and thoroughly enjoyed a hot dog, fries and a cherry cola milkshake.

While they ate, they discussed everything that needed mentioning.

“So, how was Edward Nygma?” Sarabi wanted to know all the details and knew Claudia would share them without a care in the world.

“He’s got some weird quirks, that’s for sure, like he kept giving me riddles the entire night but I like riddles so it was kinda cute. We went back to my place and did it in my bed, on my couch and on my kitchen counter,” Claudia listed off the places she had sex with Edward Nygma and Sarabi scoffed.

“Jesus Claudia! I wouldn’t be surprised if you ended up with an STD at some point,” Sarabi took a sip from her milkshake while Claudia rolled her eyes.

“They’re called STIs and I get tested regularly, I also always use protection,” Claudia stated matter-of-factually while shoving a bunch of french fries in her mouth.

“Is that what you did with Edward?” Sarabi teased and Claudia threw a fry in retaliation.

“No, but yes,” Claudia answered and the two girls giggled like school children.

“So, was he good?” Sarabi inquired, throwing a fry back at Claudia.

“Well I fucked him 3 times on 3 different surfaces, so,” Claudia chuckled while the waitress walking past stared on in disgust.

“I’m guessing he was pretty good,” Sarabi watched as the same waitress’ mouth hung open in utter disbelief. Sarabi had no idea what was wrong, they were talking quietly so the family a couple of booths over couldn’t hear and it was a free country after all. Sarabi just rolled her eyes at the waitress and she went on with her duties.

“Who are you rolling your eyeballs at?” Claudia looked behind her in the most unsubtle fashion and Sarabi slapped her arm.

“The waitress, now turn around before you get us kicked out,” Sarabi pulled Claudia by her shirt back into her seat and she pouted her lips in mock sadness.

“Okay, mother!” Claudia chastised with an overly dramatic eye roll and huff.

“Can we talk about Alfred now?” Sarabi looked around cautiously and she had no idea why. It’s not like Alfred would be around or had supersonic hearing.

“Right, right, right, let’s get down to business,” Claudia clasped her hands together and leaned against the table as if it was an interview.

“You reckon I should just talk to him?” Sarabi scratched the back of her neck nervously at the thought of confessing her feelings.

“Yes girl, definitely! Talking sorts everything out. You just sit him down and tell him how you feel,” Claudia explained as if she’d given the same talk a million times.

“But I don’t know how I feel,” Sarabi huffed in annoyance. She didn’t know if it was love, liking or something entirely different.

“Of course you do. Look deep into your heart and look. Do you find Alfred there?” Claudia spoke in a soothing voice as if she was a yoga instructor.

“As if Alfred is where?” Sarabi queried, confused beyond belief. Claudia could be overly poetic sometimes.

“Your heart, dipshit! Do you see him in your heart?” Claudia allowed ample time for Sarabi to take a look.

Sarabi let her mind wander to the man being discussed. She felt the suave brilliance that followed him wherever he went. She saw his beautiful locks of hair and deep brown eyes. She heard his voice, low and rich with expression and British excellence. She could also smell his aroma, musky and deliciously masculine with the right hint of cologne. She experienced Alfred in every facet. She saw him, heard him, smelt him and felt him. He was everywhere. He was on her mind, behind her eyes, burning her core and in her heart.

“Yes, I do,” Sarabi opened her eyes and saw Claudia smile mischievously.

“Then you love him! Simple as that, do you see yourself with him in the future?” Claudia took another fry and swallowed it greedily.

“I hope so,” Sarabi took a gluttonous gulp of her cherry cola milkshake, feeling the cool, sweet liquid burst in her mouth.

“So yes. It’s love, girl and believe me I do know what love is,” Claudia reassured when Sarabi’s head cocked to the side.

“So I love him?” Sarabi’s mind seemed to clear when the realisation hit.

“I do. I love Alfred,” Sarabi admitted to herself and for once, she felt relieved.

For once she knew what she was, she was in love.

<<CHAPTER 7<< ~ ~ ~ >>CHAPTER 9>>

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goldenncherrybombb · 5 years ago

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To Be So Lonely

The one where Harry gets lonely in Japan.

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Warning: The tiniest amount of smut, and cursing

Word count: 4.5k

This isn’t edited so im sorry for any mistakes :p

Harry has been in Japan for two weeks now. He didn’t intend to stay for two weeks, and more. But he doesn’t plan on leaving japan anytime soon. He decided that halfway through the first week.

Everyday he gets up around eight, goes to the cafe down the street and gets his usual, looking at the vinyls while waiting for his order. Once done he sits in his usual spot, pulling out a book and reading while eating, or writing in his journal. Then he walks around, going to different markets.

He’s found himself in the studio a few times as well, and he hangs out with friends as much as possible, creating new ones on the way.

But he still feels lonely.

He’s around his friends majority of the afternoon and into the night, then he comes back to his temporary residence and goes to bed lonely. No one to talk to about his day out, the things he saw, the new ideas for songs, and no one for him to experience his trip with him c

He often finds himself daydreaming about y/n. When he goes out and finds romantic spots he wonders if she would like it, or when he tries anything new he wonders if she would try it. He’ll find jewelry he thinks would look amazing for her. He even picked up a little ring for her.

He just misses her.

But he’s been ignoring her. He didn’t tell her he had left the country. He only told his mum and Jeff. He’s not sure why he didn’t tell her. It’s supposed to go back to how it was right?

Wrong

The feelings are still there, hell, Harry even thinks they are deeper now. He still loves her with all his heart. He has no resentment for her because she was the one who broke it off. He knows why she did it. For him, and for her.

He may have been gone from the house more often that not, but he saw the sadness in her face. She didn’t sleep with a calm face anymore, with her mouth slightly open, and no creases in her forehead. Now she slept with a frown on her face and her forehead creased, looking upset in her sleep even.

He was hurting her and it hurt him even more to know that.

She’s his everything. Yet he was the one person dragging her down. Making her sad, and making her question her worth.

He couldn’t do it anymore. He doesn’t want to ignore her anymore to try and get rid of his feelings for her, he can’t. He physically can’t. He will always love her. No matter what. He’s not whole without her.

He just hopes she feels the same.

“Harry?” She questions, her voice sounding croaky.

“‘Lo love.” He’s scared of what she might say. Is she mad at him for not answering her messages and calls? Should he tell her why he did that? She he just tell her how he feels? It would be easier on the phone, but he feels like it’s not the right way to go about things.

“I thought you fell off the face of the earth you dickhead!” She exclaims loudly with a small laugh coming from her. He feels better at the sounds of her laugh, his worries lessened as he smiles and almost laughs with her.

“Sorry, I just-“ he pauses, the playful mood gone by the low adverb of his voice. “I just thought it was better fo’yeh, t’give ya space. I know yeh said you needed to break it off because I needed to get better first, but I know I hurt you too. An’ ‘m so fuckin’ sorry.” His voice becomes brittle as he lets his emotions loose.

“Harry,” she cuts in when she notices the sound of his voice. She knows his eyes are watery, his head is tossed back, staring up, trying not to cry. “There is no need to apologize. I get it. But yes, you did hurt me. But it wasn’t because of that. It’s not that you hurt me, it just hurt watching you change into someone I didn’t know, someone I didn’t want to be around because it resulted in arguing. You were-are my everything, H.” It goes silent between the two for a moment, Harry thinking about her words and letting them soak in. “Listen H, I know I also hurt you by leaving you and I need to apologize for that. I just-“ she gets cut off by a voice Harry can’t make out in the background. He faintly hears other people in the background and he wonders where she is. “I gotta go, but I’ll call you later. Hope your having fun in Japan, bub. Always knew you wanted to visit there again.” He smiles and stands from his bed, but is still wondering what else she wanted to say.

“I’ll see you when I get back, i miss yeh and our movie nights.” She smiles as he speaks, and reminisces on some of their movie nights. “Wish yeh were here with me. I know you would love it.” He looks out the window and looks down at the bustling streets of Japan.

“I miss you too. But I’m sure I would. Make sure to send me some photos you have took so far.” Her words send Harry into a realization.

He hasn’t taken any photos

“I would send yeh some, if I took any.” He heard her gasp on the other line. Already knowing she is gonna scold him for not taking photos. She took photos anywhere they went. She didn’t take an overload, just enough to capture their favorite moments for them to look back on.

“Harry! How have you not taken any? Oh wait, I’m sorry H, I really have to go now. Bye, love you!” The line goes dead and he ponders over her last sentence for a minute before blinking out of his trance. Did she mean it in a friendly way? Or did she mean it in the way he dreams about?

He shakes the thoughts away and sets his phone on his bed. When he stands back up to full height he stretches and yawns before crawling back into bed.

***

Harry was writing on his bed with his guitar in his lap when he heard three delicate knocks on his door. His head raised in curiosity when the first knock sounded, his pen stopping on the paper. His hair was tied with a scrunchie in his hair. A black cardigan covering his white shirt, grey sweatpants on his lower half.

He shuffled to the door before he unlocked it and opened it a sliver since his door didn’t have a peep hole. His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped in surprise.

“Hi.” He opens the door all the way and lets the surprise guest in. “Ok so before you start asking me questions or potentially yelling at me for ruining a solo trip. I have to explain. I found out where you were from Jeff because I went to your house and you weren’t there and I was worried because all your cars were in the garage,” she takes a breath, her words coming out fast and jumbled, “but anyways, then he started telling me some things that you had been saying I just knew I had to come see you because I felt the same way and I just, I felt like I needed to see you, and now that I’m here I feel whole again and-and I love you.” Her eyes go wide and her hand covers her mouth. “Oh my god, I wasn’t supposed to say all of that. I was supposed to tell you later and now I probably-“ Harry walks up to her quickly and stops her rambling by kissing her. Both of them melt into the kiss, and his hand rest are on her back as she arches into him.

Their lips melt into each other’s with no movements. Just letting the feeling of their lips meeting again being enough for them. Reluctantly, Harry pulls back slowly but remains close to her. His forehead rests on hers lightly, their noses bump, and their lips brush lightly.

“I love you too.” He pulls his head back and moves his hands down further and grab under her thighs, hoisting her up so her legs wrap around her waist and her arms go around his neck as she giggles. “An’ I’ve missed yeh so damn much and love you too damn much to ever be mad at yeh fo’crashing m’trip. ‘M actually happy yer here. Could never be mad at ya, unless ya leave yeh shoes in front of the door for me to trip on.” She throws her head back with a groan and rolls her eyes before looking back at him.

“It was one,” he narrows his eyes at her and she bites back a smile. “Ok three times! But to be fair I had just come back from the studio and was too tired to go upstairs so I kicked off my shoes and crashed on the couch. You know how exhausting the studio is!”

“I could’ve tripped and hit m’head on the table!” His dramatics make her laugh, throwing her head back at the memory of the third time it happened.

***

Her and Harry had just come back home from the bar. Their hands were all over each other as soon as they got in the car. Once they got home Harry made sure to tip the Uber driver before rushing into the house with a giggling y/n holding his hand, laughing at how eager he was.

They both had a good amount to drink, but they weren’t drunk. Harry had a little more than y/n so he stumbled a bit more in his steps, and his words were a tad bit more slurred than hers.

“Bloody key! Can’t get it in the fuckin’ hole!” He grumbles as he shoves the key in the key hole. Y/n giggles beside him and she seems a smile twitching on his lips before they both break out laughing when she says ‘that’s what she said.’

Once the key is finally in and the door is unlocked her laughter stops when his arm goes around her waist to pull her in as his lips crash against hers.

Harry’s downfall is that he is walking backwards and he is as clumsy as a one year old, and he is a little drunk. So when he barley trips over one of y/n’s vans it sends him falling to the ground, a squeal being let out of her mouth as he crashes on the entryway floor. Luckily y/n acted fast enough and moved her hands from his hair to the back of his head to soften the blow.

“Fuck.” They both say at the same time, making them chuckle. She feels around his head to make sure he didn’t hit it on anything and is bleeding.

“You ok, H?” She questions softly, he smiles as he scans over her, making sure she didn’t somehow get hurt.

“‘M ok, how bout you, pet?” She shrugs her shoulders and presses a kiss to his jaw.

“I’m ok, a little hungry though.” He chuckles before rolling her over so she is underneath him.

“Who needs a bed anyways?” He questions while slipping her pants off. She rolls her eyes playfully and pulls his head down so their lips crash back together.

***

Once Harry got y/n’s bag in the room after letting her down, he found her looking at the view from his window.

“Pretty, innit?” He questions, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her stomach, his chin resting on her shoulder. She hums as he lays a kiss on her neck. He leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses up to her jaw before sucking on her smooth skin to leave a mark. Her hand goes to his hair and she moves her neck to give him more access. “Let me show you how much I missed you.” She nods her head and his hand trails down to her pants, unbuckling the few buttons. His fingers trace above her underwear before he goes lower and feels the patch of arousal on her underwear.

“S’ this all fo’ me, hmm princess?” She whimpers at his words and tugs on his hair more when he leaves another mark on her.

“Missed you so much.” She breathes out when he finally gives her what she wants. She moans when his fingers hit her spot.

“Missed you too,” he pulls his fingers out and spins her around with his arm that was still on her waist. “S’much.”

The rest of the night is spent underneath the sheets. They talk about everything, from how writing is going for both of them, what Harry has done in Japan, etc. She laid on his chest and traced his butterfly tattoo, listening to the calming beats of his heart and the lull of his voice. He was tracing up and down her bare spine, finding it calming as she spoke.

They both missed moments like this so much. Moments of pure bliss. Where it feels like it’s just the two of them in the world and time has frozen. The sound of the busy Tokyo streets below disappear as they listen to each other talk and his heartbeat rings in her ear. She swears she’s never felt so content and happy, and she swears her heart is so full it could burst.

He feels the same way as he ponders when it goes quiet and her breathing evens out, the jet lag getting to her. He thinks about words that could describe how he feels, or just love in general. But he realizes love is indescribable.

No matter how hard you try, how many words there are in the dictionary, none of them seem to do how it feels to be in love justice.

So when Harry feels his eyes start to droop he carefully lays down more, kissing the top of her head that’s in the crook of his neck. He studies her face and he falls in love with her more just looking at her. The way her eyelashes are rested delicately on her cheeks. The freckles that are scattered across the bridge of her nose and the top of her cheeks. If someone would let him he would talk for hours about every little thing he loves about her.

“I couldn't love you more than I do right now, and yet I know I will tomorrow.” He whispers against her hair, leaving one final kiss before shutting off the lamp and closing his eyes.

***

Harry wakes the next morning to kisses being peppered all over his face. His eyes blink open slowly and y/n smiles at the adorable pout his laps have formed into.

“Good morning sleepy head.” She smiles at him, straddling his hips. He notices she has clothes on now, underwear and one of his tee shirts.

“Morning.” He replies, his voice lower and raspier from sleeping. He yawns while rubbing his eyes and y/n smiles at him. She runs her fingers through his growing and messy hair. “What do ya want t’do today, love?” He questions, his arms wrapping around her back when she lays on his chest, and his chin resting on top of her head.

“Whatever you want. I don’t really know my way around her so maybe you can show me some cool spots?” Her voice is soft when she speaks as she looks out the window to the bustling city below. “I have to shower first though. Don’t want to smell.”

“You already do, petal.” He tries to hold back his laughs but he snickers when she tells him to fuck off. His hands travel lower to her bottom and he gropes her bum a few times. “We could always take a shower together? Save water an’ allat.”

“Mmhmm, gotta help the planet right.” He smirks and slaps her bum before moving to get up.

After they both got ready for the day, Harry putting on a white shirt and white trousers with a green cardigan, they left the hotel and started exploring. Harry took her to his usual places, her favorite being the cafe. She fell in love with the walls filled with vinyls and she loved the food and drinks there more. Her and Harry ended up writing for an hour or two in the small cafe before leaving.

After they left Harry took her to the place he had been recording music. He was booked in for a few hours and she didn’t mind sitting and watching. She loved going to the studios and he loved when she came with him. She gave him good input and helped him figure out lyrics and runs.

But how is he supposed to tell her his whole album is about her?

It’s about 75% done, once he gets back to LA he should almost be done before he goes back to London.

She made sure to take some pictures of him for memories. Her mom always made her take many photos as a kid that she hated taking, but she loves looking back on them. She has about four photo books filled with pictures from her whole life. Harry often likes to whip out the baby book when his friends come over so he can show him. Saying ‘look how she cute is,’ and before they go to bed he tells her his dreams of having a few kids with her and getting married. She often daydreams of those days.

Daydreams about how it would feel walking down the aisle and seeing Harry at the end, watching and waiting for her before they finally tie the knot. She wonders what their kids would look like, probably getting Harry’s eyes with a hint of hers in them, hoping they get his curly brown hair. Would they want to sing too? Or would they rather play a sport, paint, or even be the next president?

“Love?” She snaps out of her trance and looks up from her phone to see Harry smiling down at her. “Watcha thinkin’ about?” He questions, squatting down and resting his arms on her legs.

“You.” She smiles as a light blush forms on her face and Harry chuckles at her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Did you finish?” She questions, and Harry nods.

“Yeah actually, just had to do some background vocals.” She smiles brightly at him and clasps her hands in front of her chest in excitement.

“I’m so excited to hear it! I already know it’s gonna be great! But I think I might wait to hear it, so don’t show me it yet!” He chuckles at her and shakes his head, helping her stand.

“Whatever yeh say doll.” He takes her around a few more places. She meets his friends and they all quickly get to know each other, y/n getting on with them well. They make dinner plans and Harry takes y/n to a bike rental shop so he can show her more before they have dinner.

They ride bikes around, the cool breeze cools them off as they go down a hill and y/n sticks her feet out, laughing at how fast she is going.

“Look H,” she cheers, getting closer to him. He turns his head and smiles as he shakes her head at her. “slow poke.” She sticks her tongue out at him playfully and he scoffs, speeding up some before sticking his legs out. But he wobbles a little bit so he quickly sticks his feet back on the petal and she laughs at him making him shake his head.

“”S not funny.” He tells her while laughing at himself because of her.

“It’s so funny H, that’s why you are laughing too!” He rolls his eyes and walks up to her after they put their bikes on the rack. His arms wrap around her and she moves hers to go around his neck and she messes with his curls. He pouts at her and she tries to stop her laughs, shaking her head. “You’re right, “s not funny. But it is funny that you have the balance and are as clumsy as a one year old.”

The evening finishes and they say their goodbyes to the group before walking back to the hotel. Their hands are intertwined and they sway them back and forth as they walk. She points out some things here and there, and she tells Harry about some new music when he asks.

When they get back to the hotel y/n crashes on the bed as soon as she gets in, letting out a groan.

“H,” Harry hums and looks up at her for a second as he takes his shoes off. “I love you.” He smiles to himself and walks over to her, taking her shoes off for her.

“I love you too, s’much.” He massages her feet making her groan in satisfaction. “Are you too tired for a bath?” He questions making her head pop up.

“‘M never too tired for a bath! That sounds so nice right now, this jet lag is still kicking my butt.” She sits up and presses a kiss to his lips when she sees him pucker them.

“I’ll go start it, I even have bubble bath soap that smells like vanilla, isn’t that cool?!” He gets excited when he tells her about the soap, and she smiles at his excitement.

Once the bath is done and the bottle of wine is open they get into the tub. She gets in in front of him so her back is resting against her chest. The bubbles are almost spilling out but when she looks at Harry she seems him smiling against his wine glass as he picks up some bubbles.

“Harry?” She questions after a few minutes of silence, the only thing being heard is music coming from Harry’s phone. “I wasn’t dating anyone when we were on a break. I didn’t do anything with anyone. And I-I know your thought I was dating Austin. But he’s just my producer. I couldn’t do that to you, and plus, he’s not into girls anyways.” Harry feels better at her words, but he is still confused why she brought it up. She nervously fiddles with his fingers since his rings aren’t on. “I also couldn’t to myself, because the only person I want is you. It's always been you, H. And I know that we weren’t together for a few months, but my feelings never changed, and I still love you as much and more as I did the first time I met you.” She turns around after putting her wine glass down on the side of the tub, his hands go to her hips as she moves to straddle him. She messes with his necklace before he puts his thumb under her chin to make her look at him.

“‘M sorry I was such a dick to yeh about him. I let my jealousy get to me. So ‘m sorry for being a prick. But my feelings never changed either love. You’re it for me, y/n. You’re m’ best friend, m’lover, and you are insanely talented,” He presses a kiss to her lips, “an’ smart,” another kiss, “an beautiful,” another one, “you are compassionate, you are witty, and sarcastic, and so much more to me. You are my world, pet.” She blinks her tears away and awwes.

“That was incredibly cheesy but so sweet, H.” She chuckles, Harry wiping a stray tear from her cheek. He moves his arms around her back to pull her in closer, but before he kisses her they both whisper “I love you” at the same time making them breathlessly laugh. “We always do that.” He hums in agreement before finally pressing his lips to hers. When he pulls back he looks at her with a nervous gaze.

“Do you still think about our future a lot?” He questions quietly while scanning her face.

“All the time, why?” He smiles at her answer and shrugs.

“Cuz I do the same. Can’t wait to put a ring on your pretty finger, then see you walk down the aisle, then call you Mrs.Styles,if that’s what you want, and our honeymoon will be wherever you want. Then maybe a year later we can start trying for kids so I can have mini you’s running around the house.” He has a smile on his lips when he talks, envisioning his future with his love.

“We have to get a dog too, and maybe even a cat. I would take your last name, it is quite a cool name.” Harry chuckles and kisses her cheek before saying her name and his last one, saying it has quite a ring to it.’ She agrees then continues their conversation.

“We could move to Manchester or London even, I think I would like to settle down there. Be closer to your mom, and I’ve always loved London ever since I was little I wanted to live there.” Harry is surprised by her words.

“You would really want to settle down in London?” He questions, just to make sure, and she nods. “What about your parents? Or your friends in California?” He knows how hard it is to move away from all of his family and friends, and he knows she had to move away from her parents for her music career, but they only lived a few states away. Not on a whole other continent.

“My mom has been talking bout moving to London actually. She’s always wanted to live there . It’s one of the main reasons I started to love London. Plus, it’s not like we won’t be there often or I don’t have a house in Malibu, and you have yours. I could sell mine and that’d be the end of that. I’ll still see my friends there. But I also have friends in London.” She's confident in her words, sounding like she has thought about it a few times and that makes Harry smile.

“It’s up to you, love. I’ll be happy wherever.” She smiles at him and then she suddenly remembers something.

“Let me show you the pictures!” She says excitedly,reaching for her phone. She unlocks it and they look through the photos picking their favorite ones and Harry is happy she captured these moments and now he wants to take more photos, but he would never tell her that.

Once the water went cold and they had gone to bed they repeated what they did the next day, and both of them decided to stay for two more weeks, not wanting to leave what bubble they are in.

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franklyshipping · 4 years ago

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Careful Touches Are The Most Important ~ A Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

HERE WE HAVE A WONDERFUL ANON PROMPT WITH A CACOPHONY OF CHARACTERS, AND THOUGH IT GETS EMOTIONAL, IT’S ALL BE HAPPY IN THE END! LET’S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @anti-switch-glitch @ericleederekson @ericlee-derekson and @darkipli-ler

Allow me to state something to you that is completely indisputable: Eric Derekson deserved all the love in the damned world. I can think of no-one kinder, sweeter, or more selfless than this gentle gentleman. He was the definition of manners, and spontaneous acts of kindness, of innocent affection and a heart of pure, warm gold. That’s why it’s especially terrible, that this man suffers. It’s no secret that Eric hasn’t had the best experiences, with the loss of his siblings and mother thus leaving him in the “care” of his father. Affection stopped being a thing in Eric’s life at that point, and the way Eric perceived things he used to like changed drastically too. Affectionate things he used to like, like tickling for instance, were ruined by his father intermingling it with “character-building rough-housing”.

So even now that Eric was living with the rest of the egos rather than his father, all that stuff still stayed with him. Even when his heart ached when he saw his friends tickling each other, he couldn’t muster up the courage to try and join in, out of pure fear. He knew none of the egos would ever hurt him, since they all told him every day that they loved him to pieces, but that fear still remained. Like now. Eric had been wandering about the manor looking for company, when he’d heard some very loud squealing coming from somewhere, so of course he set off to find the source. When he found it, he smiled affectionately. In Dark’s study, Dark had Anti pinned down on his front on the rug and was tickling the hell out of his ribs, making the wild septic thrash and squeal and glitch as he laughed his head off.

‘FAHAHAHACK NOHOHO MOHOHORE!!’

Eric blushed at seeing Dark chuckle, before he let up and stood, allowing Anti to giggle residually and curl up on the rug like a slightly feral cat.

‘You should know by now that’s what happens when you mess with my things, glitch bitch.’

‘Bihihite me ehemo boy!’

Dark snickered and rolled his eyes, smoothing down his suit jacket, but then Eric very much felt like a deer in headlights. Dark had spotted him. The charismatic man smiled in surprise at seeing Eric loitering at his doorway, and immediately beckoned to him.

‘Eric? What a nice surprise, I’ve just finished teaching Anti a little lesson.’

Eric smiled a little, and held back a giggle when Anti blew a raspberry in the air up at Dark, making the suave man roll his eyes, before smiling to Eric again.

‘Please, come in, what brings you to my office?’

Eric smiled lightly, shuffling over the threshold as he replied.

‘I-I ah, I just heard the squealing and stuff, I-I wanted to see if e-everything was okay…’

Both Dark and Anti’s expressions softened with fondness, Eric’s sweet, loving heart never ceased to amaze them both. Dark replied to him with a grin.

‘Everything is quite alright Eric, I assure you. I was merely giving Anti what he deserved.’

Dark smirked to Anti, who glared back playfully at him as he retorted.

‘After what you just did, you’d better watch your back Darky.’

‘Ahaaww, it’s adorable how you think I could ever be intimidated by someone as ticklish as you, Glitchy.’

Anti admittedly did blush a little at Dark’s chuckly purr, before settling for sticking his tongue out at him. The whole thing made Eric smile because of how playful and sweet it was, and especially because it was coming from the two people who were often quite intimidating. Then, Anti caught Eric smiling, and his curiosity reared its head now as he gave his attention to the meek man.

‘Hey Eric….ya wouldn’t happen to be ticklish, would ya? Ya look like the kinda guy who’d be ticklish.’

Now Eric was blushing. Initially he felt a little twinge of happy flusteredness at the teasy question….however, as always, that soon diminished in favour of a far less pleasant feeling. Crippling anxiety hit him as his memories of tickling re-surfaced in his mind, thus making him bow his head, and reply quietly and shakily.

‘I-I am….b-but uhm…..i-it doesn’t make me f-feel great. M-My dad used to t-tickle me, but I always ended up u-uhm….n-not being able to breathe, and being achy all over. My dad sort of….did it t-to test my stamina r-rather than to play….’

Dark and Anti’s faces both went slack then, for they were both beyond enraged. It’s the kind if rage that’s so intense that it just makes you go all cold inside, and Dark and Anti felt sickened that Eric’s father had fucked up one of the most fun experiences in the world. They shared a look with each other, and silently agreed that they weren’t going to stand for this. Anti got to his feet as Dark took a step towards Eric, speaking gently.

‘I’m sure you know this Eric….but that is so far away from what tickling is meant to be like. It’s meant to take away pain and stress and anxiety, not cause such horrid feelings.’

As Dark spoke, Eric fidgeted with his fingers and handkerchief, nodding shakily before replying in his wavy voice.

‘I-I kn-know, a-and I w-wish I f-felt that way…..b-but I don’t know how….’

It was true, Eric truly wanted to be able to enjoy tickling, because he saw how happy it made others and he wanted to experience that too….but he had no idea how to even make the first step, or what the first step would even be. Luckily, he wasn’t alone. Meanwhile, Dark and Anti were repressing their natural urge to teleport away to find whatever hovel Eric’s father was in and completely destroy him. Eric was the priority here, and they were going to keep their focus on him. Dark was speechless, unsure of what exactly to say, but Anti luckily had an idea.

‘We….we could help ya. We could help ya feel better about it. If we were gentle with ya, just eased ya into the feelings super gently….d’ya think you’d be up for that?’

Anti’s voice was tentative and careful, which Dark found admirable, along with the idea itself, before he looked at Eric curiously to see what he’d say. Eric nibbled his lip nervously at the suggestion….but he knew what he wanted. He wanted to be happy, and he could see in Dark and Anti’s faces that that’s what they wanted for him too. He took a breath, and then another, and then another….then he replied.

‘Uhm….w-well…..I-I do trust you b-both…..you p-promise you’d be careful, a-and stop if I said s-stop?’

Anti smiled and immediately nodded, and Dark smiled affectionately to Eric as he spoke.

‘We promise. Contrary to popular belief, we can be very gentle. Especially Anti here, you should see how he babies little Robbie.’

Dark commented playfully, which made Eric smile, especially when Anti gave Dark’s shoulder a shove as he retorts indignantly.

‘Oh says you! You’d think you were secretly a monochrome Google with how much you baby Oliver!’

Dark and Anti now found themselves glaring at each other, honestly, the banter never stopped with these two! Until, that is, when Eric let out a giggle at their antics. That snapped them to attention. Dark and Anti looked to him, and Eric smiled bashfully when Dark purred.

‘Now that’s a sweet little sound….I’d rather like to hear it again, what about you Anti?’

‘Ooohhh yes please! Whaddaya say Eric? Ya want us to make ya giggle for a little while?’

Eric’s face got pinker at their teasiness and eagerness, and he bashfully nodded to them.

‘Y-Yeah….yeah I-I’d like that.’

They both grinned, and Dark offered Eric his arm as Anti giggled and rubbed his hands together excitedly.

‘Excellent. Now, let’s get you somewhere nice and comfy.’

Eric smiled, and linked arms with Dark as Anti bounded ahead of them both, and they decided they would head to Dark’s room since it had a King size comfy bed which would give all three of them plenty of room. They ended up all lying on it together, with Eric in the middle of the two s-called “intimidating” egos. Eric’s arms were folded across his tummy, and he was playing with his handkerchief only a little because of the comfiness of the bed making him feel more relaxed. Eric smiled at Dark and Anti gratefully, and as he did so the latter grinned and spoke in a teasy whisper.

‘Hey Eric….are you blushing?’

Eric averted his gaze, his smile widening adorably as he mumbled.

‘…..y-yeah….’

Anti giggled, damn Eric was cute. Then Dark grinned, and made Eric hum contentedly as he stroked one of his cheeks affectionately.

‘Are you already flustered Eric? Because you know that we’re going to tease you and make you our giggly darling?’

Eric giggled and wordlessly nodded, hiding his face in his handkerchief already. Anti and Dark shared a fond look, before Dark trailed his fingers down to Eric’s neck, tracing the skin with his blunt nails as he crooned.

‘Now tell me Eric, does this tickle?’

Eric gasped in surprise at the initial feeling. It was so soft, and yet it still tickled….and it was perfect. Eric’s arms were free, he could move, he could breathe….and he could giggle and actually enjoy the tickly feeling. He nodded sweetly, still hiding his face.

‘Y-Yehes!’

Dark smiled happily, and Anti smirked as he cooed softly in Eric’s ear.

‘Do you like it?’

Eric softly squeaked as Dark’s fingernails trailed up and down his neck, giving him sweet goose-bumps as he stuttered happily.

‘I-Ihihihi d-dohoho….’

Dark and Anti grinned happily, and Dark kept up his tickling as Anti decided to lean into the free side of Eric’s neck. Eric gasped when he felt Anti start to nuzzle against his skin as he mumbled playfully.

‘You’re so waaarmmm….’

Eric giggled even more now, but everything was still so gentle and enjoyable for the sweet, sensitive guy. Eric whined though, because Anti’s teasy was so flustery for him.

‘A-Ahahahantihihiiii sh-shuhuhuush….’

Anti giggled at the whine, and Dark chuckled and mused.

‘Oh Eric, the day Antisepticeye goes quiet is the day hell freezes over.’

Eric snorted, and Anti promptly flipped Dark off so he could carry on nuzzling into the crook of Eric’s neck. This made Dark chuckle again, and muse in a deeper, teasier voice.

‘Wow, you must be especially warm and nuzzlable if Anti won’t even take the time to retort to me…..I think I should investigate this myself.’

Uh oh. Eric soon found himself yipping, wriggling, and letting out streams of gentle squeaks as Dark now nuzzled his neck too. Both of them were gentle in their nuzzling, letting their scruffy beards do most of the work as Eric whined again cutely.

‘Y-Yohohohour b-beheheards a-ahare tihihickly!’

They both snickered, and Dark replied matter-of-factly.

‘That is rather the point, frankly its tickling prowess is the only reason I tolerate my beard.’

Anti let out a laugh as Eric continued to giggle his happy heart out. The pair of them kept nuzzling his neck for a few more moments, before deciding to let up, lean up and look down at Eric. They wanted to take the utmost care with the sweet man, and Anti grinned affectionately as Eric’s giggles carefully wound down.

‘How’re ya doin so far down there?’

Eric now tentatively moved his hands away from his face, and his ticklers thought they were going to combust in adoration at the sight of the bright blush and wide smile on his face as Eric replied.

‘G-Gohohood….y-you’re both uhum….r-really g-good ahat this…’

Anti beamed proudly, and Dark smirked and tapped the tip of Eric’s nose as he replied.

‘We do aim to please.’

Eric giggled at that, but then ended up gulping when Anti leant down towards him, and purred playfully.

‘Hey Eric….I noticed that you’ve got a tummy.’

Eric sucked in his tummy reflexively as he mumbled.

‘…..m-mhmm….’

Anti giggled at his reaction, before cooing.

‘I really reeeally wanna tickle it….you okay with that?’

Eric gulped again, but out of excited anticipation rather than anxiety. So he nodded with a sweet smile as his tummy started to tremble.

‘Y-YeahI’mokaywiththat….’

Anti gave Eric a soft kiss on the cheek as Dark crooned gently.

‘You are too cute for words, we should have done this so much sooner.’

Eric smiled bashfully at how tender they were both being, before his premature giggles started as his two tender ticklers shifted down to his tummy. Dark and Anti pushed up his t-shirt together, making him cover his mouth as he watched them smirk at the sight of his bare tummy, all ready to be tickled. Dark hummed happily as he placed one of his palms on Eric’s stomach, whilst Anti purred.

‘So soft and pretty….and I think it’s very, very ticklish.’

‘Oh I agree, we haven’t even begun and our little Eric is oh so giggly.’

Dark crooned, and Eric whined through his giggles; he couldn’t help it, he was just so flustered!

‘Ihi cahan’t help ihit!’

Dark and Anti chuckled fondly, before deciding thee had been enough suspense. Eric let out a delighted squeal as Dark and Anti used a hand each to softly scratch over his tummy. Eric’s giggles were high-pitched and more intense, but he was still incredibly happy, which Anti and Dark happily noticed.

‘Ahaaaww you sound like you really like thiiiis!’

Anti cooed, and by this point Eric’s hands were flapping in the air as he replied.

‘I-Ihihihit reheheally reheheheheally tihihihickles!!!’

His ticklers chuckled at that, still scratching away at his belly as Dark now cooed.

‘So your tummy’s quite the tickle spot? I like that, you can tickle a tummy in sooo many ways….’

Anti grinned at Dark then, because he always admired how fucking amazing Dark was a teasing, and the glitch giggled fondly when Eric squealed. Dark had decided to growl, lean down, and rub his bristly beard against Eric’s belly.

‘EEK! N-Nahahat the beheheheard!’

Eric squeaked adorably. Eric had never felt anything more tickly than Dark’s beard before, but he really liked it, there were so many bristles and they just tickled so much of his tummy all at once! Dark chuckled into Eric’s tummy, purring happily.

‘Ohohooo what a perfect, soft belly, Anti you really must have a feel.’

‘Don’t mind if I do!’

Eric’s eyes widened at Anti’s giddy reply, and before he knew it he was letting out a myriad of snorts and squeals as BOTH his ticklers now used their bristly beards against his belly. They were nuzzling him just like how they’d both nuzzled his neck, making him jump and tremble with ticklish delight as he sweetly babbled.

‘N-Nahahaha nahahat fahahahair! Y-Yohohou c-cahahan’t bohohoth nuhuhuzzle!’

They both snickered at that, and Anti whined playfully into his skin.

‘But you’re too perfect to resiiiist, ya can’t expect either of us to wait our turn! That wouldn’t be fair!’

Eric giggled harder, still flapping his hands about giddily as he exclaimed.

‘D-Dohohon’t t-t-teheheeease!!!’

Anti giggled with him, grinning brightly as his eyes gleamed teasingly.

‘Awww, can’t you handle it?’

Eric could only whine in response, his flustered embarrassment really reaching its peak. Then though, as Dark moved his nuzzling down to Eric’s waistline, the man bucked with a yelp and called out.

‘A-AH! NAHATTHERESTAHP!’

Anti and Dark immediately reared up and stopped, and Eric gasped and soon relaxed with a happy smile in place….because they’d both stopped when he’d asked them to. They’d kept their promise, and despite the happiness the tickling provided…..this was actually the most important part of the whole thing. Anti and Dark watched Eric patiently, smiling at him as they watched how he seemed to remain happy….and their smiles spread into grins of proper relief when Eric spoke softly to them.

‘Thahank y-you….’

The two of them immediately crawled back up to be either side of him. Eric let out a happy hum when Anti curled up into his side to snuggle him, whilst Dark gently stroked his hair.

‘You are very welcome Eric. We’re always going to be here to make you happy, whenever you need us to.’

Eric beamed, and replied through a cute yawn.

‘Thank you…..maybe next time I’ll last longer….’

Dark grinned at that, and as he draped his arm over Eric and they both closed their eyes, he heard Anti sleepily mumble.

‘That’s the spirit….’

The three of them then napped together, and none of them had felt safer or happier in their entire lives. Because I can guarantee you, that no matter the situation or hurt or pain or damage….you will always feel safest when you are not alone.

WOOOO HOPE YOU ALL LIKED THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOOOO LUV YOUS XX

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juicyspace273 · 4 years ago

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Sunnyside Up

It's Sunstreaker Sunday so have a vore fic

Warning! The following is a self indulgence Transformers G1 vore fic! It contains tickling as well.

All characters are 18+

((There may be spelling and grammar errors))

Something wasn't right, Maddie has been acting quite strange lately since she had to go into hiding with the Autobots after getting attacked by some people she used to call her friends. Luckily, the bots were more the than welcome to have her stay with them, even Wheeljack made Maddie her own little room complete with all the essentials that she needs. Madison was laying down on the couch set up for her in the main room, wrapped up in blankets.

The bots were incredibly worried about her, a few have even tried to step in to help. The first two were Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, the twins walked over to her and kneeled down. "Hey, it's gonna be alright Maddie! Look on the sunny side of things! Like Sunstre-" The yellow bot lightly slapped Sideswipe with a playful smirk on his face. "Ow! Heh.." Maddie chuckled at that, "I'm trying my best guys, so far things seem to be alright. And I will look on the bright side!" Sunstreaker smiled and gently picked up the girl, "That's right! Be sunny like your's truly!"

He placed her in one hand and began to tickle her tummy with a few digits, "That's it! Come on! Smile bright!" Madison let out her signature cute squeaky giggles, they were so infectious that the twins laughed along, "Ahahahaha!! I'm smiling! I'm smiling!" "Yes, but it needs to be bigger! Common bro, help me get her all bright and cheery!" Sideswipe smiled and wiggled his fingers above Madison to tease her, "Alrighty~ Tickle bot is here to make you happy!~"

Maddie squeaked even more when the wiggling fingers got under her arms, the girl was in hysterics and was loving every second of it! She would squirm around quite a bit during her laughing fits and of course let out adorable little squeaks that would cause sparks to melt. After a while, the two stopped their tickle attack, "Whew! You guys got me good! But.." Madison wiggled her fingers at Sunstreaker, "It's time to get you giggling~"

A nervous expression formed on the bot's face, but he couldn't do anything since Maddie was crawling up his body. "Hey now, no need to do t-that! B-Be careful not to ruin my p-paint!" It was too late, Madison was wiggling her fingers on the bot's stomach plating, "Ahahaha!! H-Hey!! Cuhuhut it out!" "Noo~" Her little fingers managed to get in between the plating, ticking the sensitive wires, making Sunstreaker howl with laughter, "Aaaa!!! Ahahahahahah!!! Stahahahap!!"

He fell onto his back, squirming around like a worm, Sideswipe just stood back and laughed, he never saw his brother like this! Maddie got bored tickling him there so she crawled up his chest and onto his shoulder, she reached out and began tickling the fins on the side of his head. "Nohohoho!! Nohohohot thehehehere!!" Sunstreaker was laughing so hard that Maddie lost her balance and landed head first in the bot's mouth.

He quickly regained his composure and was shocked when he noticed where Maddie was, the girl was not expecting to ever see the inside of Sunstreaker's mouth and it was such a sight that she couldn't speak. The bot's glossa licked Maddie's cheek, getting her attention, she snapped out of her little trance and pulled her head out of his mouth. "Sorry about that, kiddo." "It's not a problem!"

Sunstreaker actually thought that Maddie tasted quite good, "Hey bro! Did you see that?" Sideswipe chuckled, "Yeah! Did she taste good at all?" He joked. "Actually.. yes! See for yourself." Sideswipe thought his brother was nuts, but he had to try. He gently put Maddie in his hand and began to slowly lick her cheek, leaving a big strand of saliva on it. "Hehehe! What are you doing? Ahaha!"

She giggled. "I can't believe I am saying this, but you're right. She does taste good!" Just then both of the bots' fuel tanks growled loudly, making them both turn their heads away. "Heh, ignore that, I'm just a little hungry." A thought popped up in both of their processors, it sounded very dumb in their heads but, they wanted to eat Maddie. The two looked at each other and narrowed their optics, "If you think you're gonna eat her think again!" "Ohohoho! Try me!"

Maddie stepped back as the twins started to fight, geeze all of this over who gets to eat her. She ran up to them and broke up the fight, "Guys! You can just take turns! Sunstreaker can eat me now and Sideswipe can eat me later." The two stopped fighting and looked at each other stupidly, "Oh, we didn't think of that." Madison laughed, "It's no problem!" She walked over to Sunstreaker, "You ready?" "You bet!"

The yellow bot gently scooped up the girl and immediately shoved her in his mouth. Sideswipe walked over and looked inside, watching Maddie move around in his brother's maw. The inside of Sunstreaker's mouth was grey like the rest of the bots, but one thing that was different was the uvula; it was rather tiny. Upon entering the mouth Sunstreaker's glossa greeted Maddie, licking her form, which made her squeak like a mouse.

The bot's tongue covered Maddie in warm saliva as it tasted her, "Mmmhh~" Sunstreaker made purring like sounds as his mechanical taste buds were stimulated by the girl's unique flavor. Madison was enjoying this very much, so she gave the metal tongue a big hug, gently burying her face into the soft surface. "Mhmhmhm!~" Sideswipe watched what was going on from the outside, "Is Maddie getting to you?" All Sunstreaker could do was giggle, the sensations were very new to him.

When he was done tasting Maddie, his tongue coaxed her to the throat opening. She looked down the long grey cavern, the throat looked very warm and cozy. Before the bot swallowed, Madison gave the small uvula a little kiss, causing Sunstreaker to let out an unmanly squeak. Sideswipe laughed, "What's wrong bro? Your uvula too sensitive?" The bot continued to giggle as the little fleshy bit was played with, he couldn't take it anymore so he just swallowed down Maddie.

He let out a little sigh, sticking his tongue out. She happily chuckled as she went down the tight and warm throat, after about 10 seconds, she was inside Sunstreaker's fuel tank. His belly bulged out a bit and wobbled with every movement Madison made. Sideswipe put a hand on his brother's stomach, "You alright in there, Maddie?" "Of course! I feel at home in here!" She pressed up against the soft walls, they seemed to embrace her like a pair of loving arms.

Sunstreaker was all flustered, this was the first time he ate someone and these feelings were new, but he was enjoying the internal snuggles. He rubbed his happy gut, earning some rubs back from Madison, making the tummy wobble even more. Sideswipe smirked a bit, "Woah, bro! Your tank is very jiggly!" Sunstreaker backed up a bit, "Don't you dare put your hands on it! You'll ruin my new glossy finish!" The protest didn't stop the red bot, he gently grabbed onto Sunstreaker's full belly and began to jiggle it.

Maddie was bouncing around a lot inside, laughing a bit when she would gently collide with the walls. Sunstreaker's whole faceplate turned red, he hid his face and was holding in some giggles, the sensation felt so weird! "S-Sides! Please! I-" On the inside Maddie was still being thrown around, but as she was being hurled, she jiggled the walls, causing Sunstreaker to lose his mind. "Guys!! Stahahahap it!!" Hearing Sunstreaker laugh like this was a rare sight, so the jiggling continued for a little longer until Sunstreaker managed to push his brother off of him.

Sideswipe shook his head, "Man, you're no fun.." Sunstreaker gave his brother a glare before looking back down at his tummy, "Maddie, you alright? My brother can be a big pain sometimes." The girl pat the spot where the bot's hand was, "Yeah I'm fine! That was fun actually!" He chuckled and jiggled his own belly lightly, "Hey how long do you wanna stay in there?" She gave the walls some little kisses before closing her eyes, "For a long time."

#my oc #self insert #soft vore #safe vore #vore fic #vore community #transvoremers #belly play #belly kink #mawplay #tickling #tickle fluff #g/t vore #willing prey #voreformers

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byhaeseong · 4 years ago

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━♡ guess the 23 YEAR OLD SEPTEMBER baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because MOON HAESEONG is just as MELANCHOLIC as the month of SEPTEMBER. wait, why do they remind me of NAM YOONSOO? beyond that, they seemed CHARMING & KEEN upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of TEMPERAMENTAL & DESTRUCTIVE though. i hope they get acquainted here in APARTMENT 9 / FLOOR 4 ; HE seems to have a lot going on with HIS job as AN ELECTRICIAN.

okay,,, let’s try this again. i’m chey (21, she/her, gmt-5) & i’m here to introduce you to dallyeog’s september baby — moon haeseong. i personally view september as a month of transition/change, so that’s how i’ve chosen to portray haeseong. he’s been through a lot so far and the leaves of his life are beginning to change color and fall off; hopefully, he’s headed towards a brighter spring, but he still has a long way to go. you can view his (unfinished) stats page here, his pinterest board here and learn more about him below the cut!

personality.

virgo / the virgin. guarded, critical, defensive, impulsive, tense, intelligent, kind-hearted, bold, hard worker, reliable, playful. haeseong values privacy over anything else. he can’t stand overbearing types who feel the need to know and see everything, but at the same time, he can be like that, too. but hearing that he’s hypocritical rarely surprises anyone — he has a tendency to criticize certain behaviors in others, but excuses the same behaviors in himself because he feels like he’s justified with how he acts. it’s difficult to get close to him and ever more difficult to get him to open up about himself, as he always seems to be on guard, like there’s a threat lying in wait. nonetheless, he’s a kind-hearted guy underneath all that tension, criticism and anger and it shows in small ways, such as how he goes out of his way to help his neighbors and always sticks to his promises. once you’ve made a friend of him, he’s honest, funny and playful. he likes to laugh just as much as he likes to make others laugh.

history.

he was born into a well-off family, but his parents were the overbearing types that he absolutely can’t stand, so he often felt suffocated. he hated how controlling they were towards him and how manipulative they were towards people who worked with/for them, so he ended up running away from home at sixteen and dropping out of school.

parents begged him to come back, tried to bribe him and then threatened to cut off his card — he didn’t listen to any of it, didn’t really care, and once he started getting into legal trouble a couple months later, they disowned him.

legal trouble as in destruction of public property, vandalism, underage drinking, displays of violence. has never done anything that could get him in long-term trouble, but has stayed in trouble p much non-stop since 2013.

has problems controlling his anger, which is what usually leads to him doing things he shouldn’t. all you gotta do is look at him wrong and he’ll smash the windshield of your car. i would not suggest testing this..... </3

anyway! he lied a lot to get part-time jobs, learned how to be independent and how to take care of himself quickly. pretty much always got fired for getting into legal trouble and his bosses just didn’t wanna deal with....... that.

he’s FINALLY! finally trying to move past all of that, though. moved in to the dallyeog apts with the intention of starting fresh in a place where no one knows him (hopefully,,,,) and got his current job as an electrician, which he needs to stay out of trouble if he wants to keep. he def wants to keep it because it pays a lot more than the night shift at a convenience store u know

MAYBE he’s in legal trouble rn though...... MAYBE he’s on probation and has to do community service every fuckin weekend if he doesn’t wanna go to jail again.....

who can say for sure? ask him about it and he’ll get snappy, so there’s no telling.

other.

i’m a big fan of associating characters with songs, so some that i associate with haeseong are: landfill by daughter, shaylee, shanel by hot mulligan, i think your nose is bleeding by the front bottoms, cotton candy by yungblud, i know places by taylor swift, thank me later by onlychild, sps by hot mulligan, randy, i am the liquor by free throw, start again by dinosaur pile-up and ready for more by sea girls.

despite having problems with anger and being guarded, he’s by no means a recluse. in fact, he loves to be around people & almost always seems to be in a relationship, although they hardly ever last.

in regards to his neighbors, though... he prob does try to keep his distance from them just bc he knows how easy it is to get pissed off at a neighbor and he does NOT wanna do anything to ruin his rep.

if you have any electrical issues in your apartment, feel free to ask him to take a look. he’ll p much fix anything for free if he knows how. kind of out of the goodness of his heart, kind of just bc he needs people to like him and ~trust him~ in case he gets into trouble again and needs to be bailed out. mf has no family who would come and no close friends.

he’s also 187cm so if you need to reach something, he’s ur guy.

probably ruining his apartment by smoking cigarettes inside but please don’t tell the landlord.

genuinely wants to be good. wants to be good so so desperately, doesn’t know why tf he has to be so destructive and cause trouble all the time. kinda hates himself for it on the dl but we don’t talk about that

#dallyeog:intro #WHY do i feel like i'm forgetting something

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electrozeistyking · 5 years ago

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ZIMVOID KING ARC - Headcanons and Facts for the AU

So! I spent a few days working on headcanons and facts about my Invader Zim AU, the Zimvoid King ARC (or ZKA for short). All written along side of installment three, "Dark Claws of a King", and now here on the net to burn your eyeballs, here's the master post on the ZKA facts and ideas I've recently spawned for the AU. Enjoy!

if you manage to read this all, you’re a certified creature

~ ZIB RELATED ~ Facts that mainly surround the cockroach (and i'm pretty sure the majority of this post mentions this guy).

-Zib has fobidden himself to go on any adventures involving Zim. He's decided that it's not his place to try to stop a version of the Irken that is not his own. Plus, he's a merger. (This is all just nonsense he tells himself. The real reason is that he doesn't want to get involved with that shit all over again. PTSD and stuff, yanno?)

-Zib has a real problem with keeping his hands from doing things. He's actually gotten a Rubrix Cube to keep his hands occupied, and he keeps the cube in one of his pockets at all times in case he needs it. It's probably due to a deep, insatiable urge he has to build, build, build; creating his mech, modifying Voot Cruisers and such... once he'd had nothing else to make, he'd been left with an itch in his hands.

-Zib can also be seen tinkering with some forgotten technology Professor Membrane has laying around. The professor has actually only caught Zib doing this once; the roach had almost finished with an invention Membrane was only preparing to start working on.

-Zib's senses are all heightened and improved. His eyesight has never been more perfect, his hearing (despite his obvious lack of ears) has never been clearer, and though he regrets having it, he does happen to have a perfect sense of smell. So he knows if something stinks, it fucking reeks. Ugh. Awful, dude.

-Sometimes Dib will be like "Oh, lookit us, we're a couple of Dibs, ain't that cool" and then Zib does something very Zim-like and he goes "Fuck, I totally forgot he does that".

~ PAK!ZIM RELATED ~ Facts that mainly surround PAK!Zim.

-Zib and PAK!Zim occasionally do something I like to call "syncing", where the two act and think as one entity, one mind instead of two. When synced, these two can be caught using terms like "us" and "we". Neither of them knows how this works, but I like to think it's like fusing in Steven Universe, minus the dancing and stuff; any distruptions to their sync (like if one of them really doesn't like something), they become two minds opposed to one again.

I like to think this is syncing in a nutshell:

ZIB: We'd love to! DIB: We? ZIB: aw shit P!ZIM: nice going genius

Zib finds syncing to be very relaxing. PAK!Zim likes how powerful syncing feels, even if he won't provide a comment on it.

-These two may have overcome their differences (well, were forced to), but Zib and PAK!Zim are still a Zim and Dib duo. From time to time, their little playful fighting turns into a real spat, and in the Zimvoid, it always hurt Zib whenever PAK!Zim tried to pull the silent treatment on the bug boy.

-PAK!Zim still occasionally threatens Zib that he may dig one of his PAK legs into the roach child's shoulders again. He feels too weirdly guilty about doing it the first time (as mentioned in the first installment of ZKA, "King of a Barren World"), so he'll never actually do it... but Zib doesn't know that.

-PAK!Zim calls Zib "stinkbug", since I thought that was more fitting, as people do call him a roach (this is especially true for me). He's a little cockroach.

-PAK!Zim can only talk in Zib's head. Zib once wondered if PAK!Zim's voice is real, or if it's false. He quickly remembered that inner voices you typically have in your head cannot change volume. PAK!Zim can yell, and it gives Zib headaches and nosebleeds every time he does. PAK!Zim often tries not to yell when the duo are around other people; both are worried if people would think the PAK is ruining his head, and they don't want to know what could happen.

-PAK!Zim has terrible eyesight. And by that, I mean he can't see. The only time he can see anything is when he and Zib are synced. Neither of them really mind it, but they always try to avoid syncing when Zib's showering. Despite how comfortable they are with each other when synced, that is the only discomfort both of them have. They just... I dunno, I'm kinda getting uncomfortable about it myself.

-Zib finds himself to be weirdly possessive over PAK!Zim. Maybe it's because that he sees the sentient robotic backpack to be an anchor for him when shit's getting tough. Having had four years to get over their differences, Zib has actually befriended the PAK and doesn't know what he would have done without someone to talk to all that time.

-To branch off that last one, I have the firm belief that because of Zib's weird attachment to the PAK fused to the back of his head, Zib would probably cease to function if PAK!Zim is ever removed. Ever since PAK!Zim officially woke up, Zib has developed this seemingly comfortable, permanent sense of knowing that someone is there for him, will always be there and they're not going to leave him alone because guess what? PAK!Zim has no choice but to go wherever Zib goes. He occasionally forgets that, though.

The idea of having the PAK (his PAK) removed terrifies him; you'd be tearing that feeling of never truly being lonely away from him. Removing the PAK would remove his buddy, his pal, his Zim. He'd be lost, confused, alone, and he'd have no idea what to do. It's just him by himself all over again, no one else. Plus, who knows what else could happen to Zib? What if it turned out he relied on the PAK to survive, and removing it could potientially kill him? Neither PAK!Zim or Zib are willing to see what could happen.

TL;DR: Take away the PAK, and Zib gets crippling depression and he might die.

-Though he can't see, PAK!Zim can hear pretty damn well (even if he barely listens half the time).

-No one else knows that PAK!Zim is alive. Dib wants the PAK removed because he thinks that if they remove it, Zib's thoughts will stop being so... "corrupted". In his own mind's eye, Dib thinks that if they remove the PAK, it'll be helping Zib, but what he doesn't realize it would absolutely DESTROY Zib's mentality.

~ FAMILY RELATED ~ Facts that involve the Membrane family as a whole.

-The fact that his other son has claws perplexes Professor Membrane to no end. He pretty much tried to see if he could study Zib's weird claws once he found out about them. So far, what he's found out from his studies is that Zib's claws are really fucking sharp and they really hurt (mentioned in installment three of ZKA, "Dark Claws of a King").

-More facts on the stinkbug because yes, Zib has another huge problem: it turns out rants from his "brother" Dib helps Zib conk right the fuck out. It unfortunately works every time.

-Zib, Dib and Gaz just... they kinda see themselves as siblings, even though Zib and Dib are just alternate versions of one another. After a while, they kinda got over it and now it's just:

"This is my brother! I have a brother! We're brothers! We're practically twins! See this? This guy right here? Him? That's <my> brother. I love my brother, and I'll kick your fucking ass into the goddamn dirt if you insult him in front of me." (this is all just from zib btw.)

~ GOOFY ~ Facts that are INTENDED to be goofy.

-For whatever reason, I enjoy the idea of Zib having a weird addiction to eating sticks of butter. Yes, his new family decides to have an intervention about Zib's addiction, but it totally fuckin' flops, so they end up having to try to hide the butter and cut him off from it instead. (they gave up trying when it all disappeared from its hiding spot later that very same day.)

~ IDK FACTS ~ Facts that I've no clue where they should go.

-On Keef in ZKA: the little red head has actually mellowed out now that he's a teen. He still adores his friends, but he's calmer, not as clingy, and is an excellent listener, so he'll let Zib ramble, but will occasionally interrupt to ask questions. He's like Zib's mini therapist.

-I like the idea of Keef being bisexual.

~ AUTHOR TRIVIA ~ Trivia from the author that you totally won't need but may find interesting anyway! why was i speaking in third person—

-"King of a Barren World" was posted on the fifteenth of May, but Archive kinda fucked up and it says I published it on the sixteenth.

-You'll see me call Professor Membrane "the professor", but only because I totally forgot he's a scientist. Not sure how, because his schtick is REAL SCIENCE, but—

-This AU was made by accident. And by that, I thought up a scenario, wrote about it, thought up another scenario and wrote about that one too, and then found out people actually liked this nonsense I was writing, so it's an AU now and forever -or at least until I die-.

-The Zimvoid King ARC is not a real arc. I just thought the name sounded cool.

-Before anyone asks "what does ARC stand for", it doesn't stand for anything. I just capslocked the word arc because I just thought that looked cool.

-I accidentally made a Discord server for ZKA.

-Speakin' of accidents, I may have accidentally started shipping Keef and Zib. Oops?

-I really like calling Zib a stinkbug. As user MelodyoftheVoid once put it: Half man, half bug, all stink.

-I have strictly forbidden myself from making Zib's hair-scythes antennae. I love headcanons on them being antennae, sure... but I decided that I'd have no idea how to write them in ZKA, so I was like "Nah, dog".

-Of all my IZ AUs, ZKA is the one I haven't dropped yet. Maybe because it's only four days old at this point, but still. omigosh zka is a baby au :0

#Zimvoid King ARC #zimvoid #writing #headcanons #headcanons and facts #iz headcanon #zib headcanon #zibmembrane #dibmembrane #oh lord some bro get zib off his exotic butters addiction #ZKA AU #ZKA #IZ #invader zim #invaderzim

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clovermunson · 4 years ago

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Fluff Alphabet- Charlie Weasley and Emma Galloway

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

One thing Emma finds most attractive about Charlie, oddly enough, are his freckles. In a weird way, it’s like they accentuate his facial features. Another thing is his personality, how he’s very laidback but he’ll always come through for her.

When it comes to Emma, there isn’t much that Charlie doesn’t like, if there’s anything at all. His favorite, by far, are her eyes. They’re always so expressive and hold so much hidden emotion that he wishes he could just understand the half of.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

At first, they were both very hesitant about ever having children. Emma choosing to be a Healer was a safe, reliable choice of profession, but Charlie choosing to be a Dragonologist and Emma taking it up as a second profession proved to be tricky for them to feel comfortable having children. About two years after their marriage in 1994, they’d finally decided to start trying to have a child.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Charlie is usually the big spoon, but sometimes they’ll cuddle face-to-face, with Emma’s face buried in Charlie’s chest.

They’ll cuddle nearly anywhere they can comfortably fit.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Most dates are adventures for these two, starting out with them searching for dragons near Hogwarts as teenagers, taking trips to the Black Lake for a swim, and Charlie flying them around on his broom. Sometimes, there’s the romantic, formal date.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

Emma is Charlie’s everything. He nearly made the mistake of losing her once and he wouldn’t dare even try it again. He couldn’t lose her because then he’d be lost.

Charlie is Emma’s life, every choice she makes is with him in mind, and she’s very thoughtful in thinking of how he’d feel about certain situations.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Emma knew she was in love the moment she looked into Charlie’s eyes on their first official date. She knew from that moment on, she was done for.

When Charlie saw Emma at the Celestial Ball in her light blue dress, perfectly curled hair, very little makeup, and her always radiant smile, he was immediately love-struck. He knew she was beautiful both inside and out, but he never thought he’d see her in a dress.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

They’ve very gentle with each other. Charlie has a lot of natural strength and some built-up strength from working out for Quidditch and to work with dragons in the future, so he’s always very careful to make sure he doesn’t hurt Emma. Emma, according to Charlie, is just naturally gentle without even trying.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

With their fingers interlaced, Charlie’s thumb over Emma’s. They’ll hold hands all the time, studying in the library, the common room, or the Great Hall.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Emma first noticed Charlie’s affinity with dragons and his smile. Both of these things caused her to take a liking to him. At first, Emma was a little wary of the second oldest Weasley, but she quickly grew to like him.

Charlie noticed Emma’s smile before anything else, which seemed infectious to him. How she lit up a room was evident to him, and left a good impression on him. Soon after, every time she smiled, he was smiling.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

They both can get very jealous at times.

Emma doesn’t like when other girls with blatantly stare at Charlie, even when she’s sitting right next to him. She’ll scoot closer to him and hold his hand, or plant a kiss on his cheek.

Charlie, if another guy even so much as glances in Emma’s direction for a second too long, will wrap his arms around Emma’s waist and pull her closer to him, kissing the top of her head.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Very soft, gentle kisses are the norm for them, and it’s usually Emma who will initiate them, sometimes Charlie will surprise her and quickly peck her lips. When it comes to the more heated, nobody-can-see-us-so-lets-go-for-it kind of kisses, Charlie initiates them every time.

Their first kiss was more of a mutual thing, with the both of them kind of having a sense that it was about to happen, though it was initiated by Charlie in the Gryffindor common room in 5th Year while nobody was around. This was their first passionate kiss, and it just had to be interrupted by Bill, much to Charlie’s annoyance.

“Dammit Bill, do you ever knock?”

“What do you mean? This is the common room, you git.”

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

On a technicality, Charlie. Though they both said it at the same time during a swim in the Black Lake, where their first kiss almost happened. Leave it to Bill to ruin that moment too.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Their first dragon-hunting date. They went out by the Black Lake, where Charlie had sworn he’d seen a Norwegian Ridgeback. Though they never saw a dragon, they spent most of the night talking to each other and laughing at each other’s stories and jokes.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Charlie spoils Emma more than he should, honestly. Every time he sees something that he knows Emma would love, he just has to buy it for her.

Emma will sometimes buy little gifts for Charlie, and sometimes she’ll spend just a little too much to get something she knows he’ll like.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Charlie: colors like yellow and red remind him of Emma. Yellow because of how she’s always in a cheerful, playful mood, and red because of how passionate and determined she is to always prevail in her journeys.

Emma: orange and red remind Emma of Charlie. Orange partially because of his wavy, long hair, and because of his energetic nature and creativity. Red because his passion matches hers and his unyielding courage. It takes a lot of courage to willingly want to work with dragons, and Charlie has just that and more.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Charlie: Princess, Babe, Baby, Honey, Darling, Love, Sweetheart

Emma: Honey, Love, Sweetheart, Babe, Baby, Dragon Tamer

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Definitely vintage things like vinyl records, old payphones, and antique items

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

During their Hogwarts years, they’ll sit in the common room together and enjoy a cup of tea while they’re studying together. When they’re in Romania, they’ll cuddle up on their couch or bed, listening to the rain pelt against the roof and windows of the small cottage, eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

It comes down to them usually having to cheer each other up, because either they can’t cheer themselves up or their friends can’t. More often than not, Charlie can cheer himself up with just the mere though of Emma, and she can cheer herself up with just the thought of Charlie. But to cheer each other up, they’ll always make dumb little puns and jokes to each other, and words of affirmation are a key point.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Anything about dragons

Their future

More often than not, each other and how much they love each other

How Bill can be a bit of a nuisance to them

Care of Magical Creatures

Who is the better student (usually relating to specific classes)

Who is more deserving to be a Prefect

Who’s family can be more annoying (usually Charlie wins this argument)

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

For Charlie, during his Hogwarts years, it’s being able to crash and take a nap in his dorm, or on the common room couch. Sometimes Emma will be on the couch, so he’ll just lay his head in her lap and mentally clock out for the day while she’s playing with his hair. After, it’s being able to come home to Emma and just kiss her for as long as he wants. Sometimes he’ll try and get it to become something more, and he’s almost always successful.

During her Hogwarts years, Emma is most relaxed by being alone in her dorm and lighting a candle if she’s not able to crash on the common room couch with Charlie. After, it’s lighting a candle and taking a warm bubble bath, that Charlie will sometimes ask if he can join but will never admit that he likes because Bill would give him so much shit for it.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Charlie absolutely loves showing Emma off to everyone and he 100% will ‘my girlfriend’, ‘my fiancée’, or ‘my wife’ someone to death. He just can’t believe out of everyone she could’ve had, she chose him.

Emma loves showing off all of Charlie’s dragon drawings, notes, and dissertations, as well as his Quidditch accomplishments and not to mention, his well-maintained athletic figure.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

On his birthday in 1993, Charlie proposed to Emma at the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary. They had been working with a nursing Romanian Longhorn, and Emma had her back turned to Charlie to tend to the dragon chicks, and he took his chance to get down on one knee and ask for Emma’s hand in marriage. When Emma turned around, she was surprised to see Charlie down on one knee. Emma didn’t even think about saying yes, and instead just pulled him into the most passionate kiss they’ve ever had, when they pulled away from each other she had the most playful smirk on her face as she asked, “does that answer your question?”, and Charlie already knew that he had a definite answer.

On December 28th, 1994 Charlie and Emma got married in a small ceremony at the Burrow, with their families and friends in attendance. Emma ended up taking the Weasley name, as she was proud to become a Weasley. Charlie chose Bill as his best man even though he tried to act like he didn’t want to.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

There’s a few that come to mind

Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper

Hooked on A Feeling by Blue Swede (Charlie actually played this song a lot when he first realized he liked Emma, and then Bill told Emma about it)

Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx

My Girl by The Temptations (this one was found by them playing an old record, and Charlie acted like a complete goof about it)

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Marriage is often talked about in their last year at Hogwarts, as they’re both so set on being able to move in with each other as soon as they can. Charlie was surprisingly the first to bring up the topic.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Ideally: a dragon.

Realistically: dogs and/or cats

#hogwarts mystery #hphm #hphm ships #fluff alphabet #mc #mc: emma galloway #charlie weasley #charlie weasley x emma galloway #charlemma: the dragon nerds

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wapwetasspirates · 4 years ago

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SO SFW AZ (Maroon)

A: Affection (How affectionate are they with a s/o?)

They are but it isn’t steady. Their affection comes in random bursts that usually leave you stunned and almost confused. It likely just stems from them being very focused. Maroon has the tendency to only focus on one thing at a time, they can’t be affectionate and working but they can be one or the other.

B: Breath (What can their s/o do to take their breath away?)\

A romantic at heart just about everything they do. But their favorite is when they catch you staring at them with the same look they know is on their own face.

C: Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

They do and they prefer you in their lap with them around you but they like you trying to fit your arms around them, their wider bone structure making it quite the task. That said, much like their affection they are sporadic, some days they will cuddle all day and others you can’t get them to sit still.

D: Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

Adventure. They want to go everywhere with you. They like to imagine the two of you exploring ruins and new islands, everywhere being your home as long as you're together.

E: Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

Er, they try. They really, really do. It's not that they don’t care but once you're theirs a lot of their focus on winning you is gone and maintaining it is a background focus. Let them know if you feel you need more, they’ll try harder.

F: Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

They’re a dork. A knight in shining armor of sorts tries to fight it with humor or seriousness depending on the situation. If not life worrying or emotionally bad they’ll ward it off with grand and ridiculous gestures. Like challenging the table you stubbed your toe on to a fight. If its serious they are solemn and will ask what you want done and what they need to do, whatever you request they’ll do no questions asked.

G: Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

Not a spontaneous gift giver and not great at picking on their own they tend to just ask what you would like and get you that. It takes away the surprise but they’ll never tell you no. Not really, Maroon doesn’t care much for things and they’re god awful at keeping track of their own things and have been known to accidentally sell a gift or too because business brain. Don’t hold it against them, they did it because they knew how valuable it was or that’s their excuse anyway.

H: Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

All the time. Quick hugs, long ones. They love hugs and give them freely, it often even drives business partners up the wall as they are more prone to hugs than handshakes. They’re friendly, what can they say.

I: Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

Again, they try. Romance usually isn’t forefront and they tend to go for functional over whimsical but its grand all the same. Physical intimacy is not at the forefront of their mind and it’s not so much that they have a problem with it as they have very little drive. Emotional intimacy is given easily and freely, it can be entertaining to see the switch between business mode Maroon and soft, doting, hopeless in love Maroon who can’t stop staring at you with heart eyes and wanting to know every thought in your head.

J: Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

Nope. Not ever.

K: Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

Not the best or the worst. They could probably use a few pointers. And while they are always happy to receive kisses they aren’t much to remember or try to give them aside from the occasional head kiss when they are in the mood. Ask for more kisses though and they will try, they just ask that you respect when they say no.

L: Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say it or show it?)

Very early. Like, first date early they have no chill and know how they feel immediately. They’ll say it in the morning and before bed always and otherwise just whenever they see you or the sudden feelings wash over them and demand they find you so they can tell you it and see you flush.

M: Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so what kind of ceremony?)

Of course, is the second date too soon? They understand if you need time to be sure. They have no fashion sense, leave finances and procurement to them but for the love of all get a planner or handle it yourself. Unless you want a wedding where the guests are seated in trees.

N: Night Out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

They love spending time with you and are always ready for dates but spontaneous dates usually end badly as they tend to be pretty busy. That said they have all your dates and anniversaries in their notebook and never forget one and will never be late.

O: Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do for/with their s/o?)

More physical intimacy but they do make note to try and match your needs as much as they can. They love to keep you happy so if you need a little extra they are happy to provide in all ways, wink wink.

P: Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

Yes but they tend to be fairly literal so their jokes can be a little odd and it can take a minute for them to understand yours but they try. Maroon also knows when you humor them and pretend to think they’re funny and while they appreciate it you don’t really need to. They think they’re funny and thats all that matters (NO ONE ASKED FOR YOUR OPINION COMPASS).

Q: Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

They won’t ask but your opinion is always welcome, always. Just uh, maybe say it several times because they tend to run off on the first idea they like and might forget the rest. They are firmly in the camp of only offer opinions and advice when asked but they also warn you they won’t mince words.

R: Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

Not really, a busy bee they tend to prefer things being planned ahead. But spontaneous things are planned around their free time it is more doable but does it really count if its half planned?

S: Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

It is highly debatable that Maroon ever sleeps. They even have a little bed desk so they can keep you company if you like but don’t expect them to be sleep. When they do actually sleep they crash in whatever position they are in and won’t be move for anything.

T: Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

Entirely, sometimes a little too much.

U: Unique (What makes them unique as a s/o?)

Best business skele. BEST.

V: Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

More relaxed would be the only difference and they don’t feel ashamed to tell you how much they value their work. That said there isn’t much difference otherwise and they are them from the start.

W: Wild Card (Random domestic headcanon)

Dancing together. If Maroon can ever plan a decent romantic date or event it is dancing with you and feeling you close and being able to have all your undivided attention. Stand on their feet while you’re dancing and they’ll light up like a Christmas tree.

X: X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

Much like if you’re afraid they can be both silly and serious. They leave how you would or if you would like their assistance in your hands. But serious bodily or emotional harm and they will do whatever they feel is in your best interest and apologize if they stepped out of bounds later.

Y: Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

Even though they are prone to doing it themselves they hate it when people talk over them. Excitement is one thing but don’t interrupt them on purpose or just to make a point.

Z: Zeal (Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

They can be but its not their default and they are happy with whatever their s/o has. You can be steady and comfortable or wild and fiercely passionate, they will take both happily.

#pirate au #ut au #Maroon #wap #sfw az

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witchy-anna · 5 years ago

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Hawks SFW Fluff Alphabet

I unintentially made this one longer than the nsfw alphabet

NSFW alphabet

Hope you enjoy!

A: Affection (How affectionate are they with a s/o?)

Clingy af. You may have to invest in a crowbar to pry him off your leg. He does not understand personal space but you love it anyway.

B: Breath (What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

When you talk about something you're interested or passionate about. He'll listen intently to your every word and ask questions just to get you to continue talking about it.

C: Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

He'd ride around on your back if he could. He particularly loves sitting you between his legs or straddling him while encasing both of you with his wings.

He craves your touch. Your warmth is enough to melt away his stress and worries.

Being a celebrity comes with a lot of fans groping his wings or being to touchy feely with him.

He knows you respect his boundaries and the thought makes him happy beyond words.

At first he'll feel apprehensive with allowing you to touch his wings but quickly realizes how intimate it feels and will legit beg you.

Like I said, clingy af.

.D: Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

Building his career to the point where he can live a comfortable future with you.

He is young but he often thinks of having tiny versions of the both of you.

E: Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

When courting you he will "conveniently" be at the same place at the same time as you are. Flirtatious as hell but also a sweetheart. He doesn't compliment you just for the sake of it but because he genuinely feels that way.

Once he successfully courts you he won't push you because he's afraid of scaring you away. However, he will take you on extravagant but private dates. He's afraid of the press getting a whiff of you and ruining what you both have.

When he is certain you're his to keep you'll be all over his social media.

He is a proud birb.

F: Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

When you have nightmares he will hold you close and wrap you both in his wings. If you cry he will end up a sobbing mess. It absolutely breaks his heart to see you cry and you'll end up being the one conforming him.

(My personal h/c for him) The poor sweetheart has terrible nightmares. He's been through a lot and even though he tries to keep that carefree persona, he does break. When this happens take him in your arms and wipe away his tears. Pepper his face with kisses and stroke his wings to calm him.

G: Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

Random stuff he'll see on patrol or scrolling through his social media. He falls for those ads of items that end up looking nothing alike. One time he got you a shirt with his face on it.

Make him chicken and he'll be the happiest cannibal out there.

H: Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

As stated before he is clingy af. The more he can get his arms around you the better. You're his solace and comfort in his stress ridden life.

I: Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

As much of a goofball as he is, he works hard to be romantic. Due to how busy he is he puts extra thought into dates to make them all the more special in case you can't see each other for awhile.

This man cherishes you and will. Make. Fucking. Sure. You. Know. It.

J: Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

Not often no. He's extremely self confident and knows he works hard for your relationship with him.

K: Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

His kisses take your breath away. That man knows how to kiss. However, he is much more of a cuddle bug than a kisser. Much more likely to be trying to get his arms around you then getting to your mouth.

L: Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?)

It was after an exhausting straight week of working when you both had a cuddle date. He had you in his arms while watching mindless TV and it just hit him how much he loved you.

You freaked out because he started sobbing and couldn't understand a word he was saying.

After calming him down he told you just how much you meant to him.

Keigo doesn't say it often because he feels it's something precious and doesn't want to overuse it.

He instead shows you his love through physical contact.

M: Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

Yes, he pretty much started to plan the wedding immediately after telling you he loved you.

The ceremony will be huge and publicized.

He wants the whole damn world to know you're his.

N: Night Out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

Keigo is a busy man so when he has time for a date with you he goes all out.

Typically very private dates. He does want to show you off but also wants you all to himself.

Also because he is a celebrity and people tend to rudely interrupt or take pictures of the two of you.

O: Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

Bring you to his agency or work.

He's irrationally afraid of scaring you with the work he does or hurting you.

He keeps no secrets from you but also feels it's different for you to see in person just how grueling his job can be.

P: Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

This man is the epitome of playful. He's a huge goofball and it's his mission in life to get you to laugh.

He loves your laugh no matter how it sounds.

Q: Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

Your opinions matter to him but he's not always open about his own.

He's typically more concerned about your thoughts than his own.

He does not keep any secrets from you and expects the same from you.

R: Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

Half and half.

He shows up randomly to see you. Sometimes it feels like he has a tracker on you.

Other times he meticulously plans things out.

S: Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

He's a stomach or side sleeper. His favorite position is on top of you with his face in your chest and arms around you.

If he ever ends up on his back, he'll wake up a cranky asshole. Give him kisses and hugs though and he'll perk up.

One time you woke up on a particularly cold night to find him sitting up snoring and cradling you against his chest. With his wings wrapped around the both of you and completely covered in blankets.

T: Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

He trusts you unconditionally.

Keigo believes because you accepted his crackhead personality and the not so fun things he's had to do for his job, that you're worth it.

It took a bit before he trusted you enough to tell you his secrets.

But once he did, he told you everything.

It's also hard as hell for him to keep surprises from you. He usually ends up spoiling gifts or surprise dates early because he's so excited.

U: Unique (What makes them unique as an s/o?)

He's extremely intelligent and has a fantastic memory.

If you tell him something as an afterthought he will still remember it even if you don't.

This has a downside though because if you do something embarrassing he will never let you live it down.

V: Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

It took a bit for him to let his guard completely down.

He's used to keeping up the perfect persona of being a celebrity pro hero.

The first time he truly let himself be vulnerable was when he told you he loved you.

When he gets upset and overwhelmed he breaks apart.

His public image is so important so you are the only one who knows this side of him.

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

You once asked him if he was homeless because he was almost always at your place.

You end up begging him to take you to his house. Upon seeing it got upset why he preferred to spend so much time in your tiny ass apartment while his house was massive. This Birb has $$$.

He was really embarrassed and hurt when you said that and ended up ghosting you for a bit.

After a small fight he ended up admitting that your apartment smelled like you and he felt more at home there with you than he ever did in his own house.

After that more and more of his stuff gradually showed up in your apartment.

You didn't think much of it but ended up finding out he sold his house and moved in with you without your knowledge when his mail started arriving at your place.

It's a well known fact he is obsessed with chicken.

Prepare for your fridge and freezer to be jam packed with chicken products.

It's a good thing he makes money because this man can eat!

X: X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

Mother-hen mode. Enough said.

Y: Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

Keigo is a massive attention whore. He gets really butt hurt and huffy if you push him away.

Even to the point of ghosting you. Please take pity on him.

His eating habits.

He tends to stress eat and will eat with his mouth open.

Oh and if you got chicken for yourself you better eat it as soon as possible, because he WILL steal it.

Z: Zeal (Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

You are his world. He is the cuddliest clingiest person who worships your body. (cont. in nsfw alphabet!)

#takami keigo #hawks #bnha #sfw alphabet hawks #thanks for reading!

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ryik-the-writer · 6 years ago

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Chapter 20: The Mystery of the Dead Nun pt. 2

[A03]

Previous Chapters

Chapter 1: Pan meets a Wendy

Chapter 2: Scars (Felixâ€™s Story)

Chapter 3: Day One

Chapter 4: Revenge and Fireflies

Chapter 5: Brighter than Stars

Chapter 6: filler: The Tigress

Chapter 7: Operation Spotless!

Chapter 8: Operation Spotless: Reporters Down

Chapter 9: A Dance with the Devil

Chapter 10: filler: Felix and the Pancake

Chapter 11: The Girl with Blue Eyes pt. 1

Chapter 12: The Girl with Blue Eyes pt. 2

Chapter 13: The Girl with Blue Eyes pt. 3

Chapter 14. Recovery

Chapter 14.2 Recovery some more

Chapter 15: Trapped

Chapter 16: Fairydust pt. 1

Chapter 17: Fairydust pt. 2

Chapter 18: Fairydust pt. 2

Chapter 19: The Mystery of the Dead Nun pt. 1

God it felt good to write this after a three-month long writers’ block :P Also, first update of the year. Not bad :PP

P.S. It takes less than two days to perform an autopsy but the time the report gets out differentiates. It can be a few days to, as I’ve learned, months.

For fic convenience, it was a couple of hours :p

P.P.S Still depressed, slightly more financially stable, still hopeful for the future. I hope you are all the same.

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16-year-olds had no business walking the streets at night.

Then again, the closest thing to danger in Storybrooke, Maine was when Leroy Miner had too much and sang off-key through the streets.

Pan was disgusted that he knew that. He’d been in the overly quiet town for nearly a month, and had grown uncomfortable there, yet comfortable enough that he had no qualms about walking the streets at night like he would in Scotland.

He exited the Dark Star pharmacy with a playful frown and an Apollo bar in his pocket, unpaid for. Mr. Clark had been too busy sneezing to notice.

With a low hum he unwrapped the candy, breaking one of the corners off and slipping the light chocolate into his mouth. He shoved the rest into his pocket next to the long-handled screwdriver he’d brought with him.

The walk to the convent was short. He could walk across the entire town in less than twenty minutes. Some still and very quiet sleuthing helped him find the head nun’s car, the very car the wicked woman had thrown Tink La’Belle into just that afternoon.

Pan didn’t know either one of them, nor did he know the blonde stud that had tried to rip the car door off when the nun drove away. But he had seen them around school, even had a class or two with the boy.

What he saw today however revealed all he needed to know about them.

They needed a savior.

First step was to plant the seeds of gratitude in their heads.

He eased carefully towards the car, looking over his shoulder every few seconds as he unraveled the rest of the Apollo bar and broke off one of the symmetric squares.

“Enjoy car trouble bitch.” Pan hissed as he unhinged the fuel cap and dropped the sugary squares into the tank one by one. He smirked with each plop of the chocolate into the gas tank. Who said revenge didn’t pay?

“What are you doing?”

Pan froze, his mind stilling as his scrapping instincts kicked in. Peter Pan never got caught, not in Scotland, and certainly not in Storybrooke fucking Maine.

The young teen turned slowly. Before him was a young woman, small and mousy in her convent clothes, and judging by the fidgeting of her hands, very nervous to be before him.

Pan dulled his grin. He could use her fear.

“Evening,” he greeted, his breath intertwining into the cool night air.

“T-that’s Mother Superior’s car.” The woman said.

“I certainly hope so,” Pan chuckled. “Otherwise I’m going to have to get another candy bar.” He shoved his hands into his pockets and stepped forward, his blood tingling in anticipation when the young woman curled into herself.

“Please,” she gasped. “I don’t want any trouble.”

Pan shrugged. “That’s something we have in common. I plan to finish what I have to here and go home. You can just walk away, and as far as anyone will know, you were never here.”

“I…you shouldn’t…”

Pan took her moment of conflict to examine her. She had to be only a few years older than Tink, and much less lively than the 17-year-old.

Mother Superior must have already broken her spirit.

“She’s hurting someone I know,” Pan told her. “She’s hurting her the same way she’s hurt you,” he held up his hand when she began to stutter in retaliation. “I’m simply giving her something to focus on so that she can be free.” He watched her eyes wavered and saw what he needed.

Seeds of gratitude.

“You’d like to be free too, wouldn’t you? From her?”

That was it. The seeds were planted and fertilized with the hate buried deep in her eyes.

Pan could have easily sent her away. He could have done the act alone and reveled in his own demise.

Yet, when Pan reached into his pocket for his smuggled screwdriver, the handle cool against his heated palm. This time when he approached the young nun, she didn’t flinched.

He reached down and took hold of her dainty, clammy hand.

He hadn’t had such contact with a person in so long.

He unclenched her fingers and wrapped them around the handle, his eyes never leaving her confused, heated gaze.

“I…what are you—”

“Help me.” He suggested. Peter Pan didn’t need help, but he needed followers.

In this young woman he could have his first one.

The seeds were planted.

“I…I can’t—”

“Yes you can.” Pan stated forcefully, leading her up to the car. “What’s your name?”

The young woman swallowed, not knowing that once Peter Pan had her identity, he had her all.

“A-Astrid.”

“Astrid,” Pan chuckled. It was such a strong name for such a timid woman. “Astrid, I want you to take this,” he emphasized by tightening his grip on her clasped hands. “And rip her tires a part.”

“No.” Astrid hesitated. Pan was losing his grip.

“Yes.” Pan said firmly. “She’ll never stop unless we put a sense of fear in her.”

“But…it’s a sin—”

“It’s retribution.” Pan snarled, his heart racing. Adrenaline was his greatest foe and best friend. “I can see it in your eyes. Every humiliation, every moment she made you question yourself.”

There was something else there, of course. Past the pain and the temperate hate was a gentle flutter of devotion, of love.

“She’s keeping you from someone, isn’t she?”

He didn’t need for her responsed; it was obvious that there was romance somewhere in the crestfallen woman’s life, same as there was in Tink’s.

“Why not make her pay for it?”

Astrid blinked, so conflicted, so wanting to do the right thing, to turn away.

But it was too late for any of that. A single moment in Pan’s presence and she was already tarnished.

“I’ll start.” Pan winked, pulling out his house key (Gold was going to be pissed). In a swoop he plunged the key into the aged paint and created a screaming line.

Astrid watched, flinching at the sound.

Pan howled with laughter when the key slipped, a deep silver scar in his wake, the first of his night-long abuse. He turned to the stunned woman, the screwdriver still clutched in her shaking fingers. She needed a release, a way to make Mother Superior pay for the pain she had afflicted onto her, on to all of her sisters inside the convent.

Perhaps this would solve nothing, and would only succeed in buying her and Tink a day, or even just a couple of hours, of peace.

Pan didn’t care either way. This was just a small tiptoe onto his path for dominance.

And now, he had his first follower.

“Your turn.”

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Wendy awoke in terror when she heard someone jimmying her apartment lock. It had been so quiet last night that she was certain that her days of being terrified in her new home were over.

Now however, it would seem that the demons that had followed her from her misadventures were literally trying to break back in.

Wendy rolled off her couch and made a quick getaway to the connected kitchen, chastising herself on such an idea as sleep left her.

“Demons don’t exist, but robbers certainly do!” she scowled as she armed herself with a skillet. Whoever was about to come through her front door was alive and well and fixing to get a well-sized knot on their head for breaking into her flat!

The lock clicked and the door opened quickly, a hand reaching in to turn on the light. Wendy was momentarily blinded and held her breath so that she could hear the intruder coming in.

“Morning.” The intruder greeted, and Wendy’s hair immediately stood on end.

“Pan!” she shrieked, blinking rapidly. “What the hell are you doing in my apartment? It’s 2 a.m.!”

“Oh you know, visiting, checking everyone’s water pressure,” he closed the door with his heel. “Nice underwear by the way.”

Wendy’s cheeks lit in flame and she made a dash to her bedroom for proper clothing, having stripped down sometime around midnight without care of pajamas.

She glared at his smirk when she reentered.

“Guess now we’re even.” He winked, and Wendy flinched at his audacity and the memory of finding him post-coital yesterday morning.

How could he be so peppy after all the devastation he had caused?

“Get out.” She growled.

“Look,” he laughed. “I came to—”

“I don’t care why you’re here!” she screamed so loud she was certain her neighbors could here. “I want you to get the fuck out!”

“Wendy—”

“You’re a sociopath!” Wendy continued. “You have no soul, no sense of humanity in the least! You don’t care about the life you’ve just ruined despite how it’s the life of your friend!”

Pan’s stare was hard as diamonds, inshatterable. Once again Wendy couldn’t tell what he was thinking, let alone feeling. Except for the anger. She could always tell now when he was angry. He’d stare ahead, his lips pressed in a shapeless pink line, his hands clenching something, restraining.

She acted the same way.

“You done?” he inquired chastely.

“With you.” She retorted, stalking around him to the door. Before she could reach for the knob Pan took hold of her wrist.

“Listen to me.” He ordered. He didn’t have time for niceties.

“Let go!” Wendy fought, clawing at his hand.

He grabbed her arm, pinned it to her side and forced her back. Her leg came up and caught him on his thigh, narrowly missing his groin. He managed to restrain her swaying arms before pinning her to the door.

“I’m trying to help you!”

“Go to hell!” Wendy screamed as she stopped struggling and dug her nails into his wrists. “You are the last person I need anything from! You should be worried about yourself!”

“I always am.” He hissed, pressing into her shoulder until she stilled.

“Get off me!”

“Five minutes.” He demanded (because Peter Pan did not beg for anything—even when he was reaching a dangerously high level of desperation).

Wendy pushed him back, sending him stumbling into the arm of her chair. She rubbed her hands over her bathrobe and face, feeling shaky.

“Don’t you ever do that again.” She croaked, clutching her robe tightly.

Pan could have apologized. In fact he had the natural decency to want to. Yet there were more pressing matters.

He was in charge. He was feared. And when Wendy made no threat to kick him out again, he jumped in.

“I just got word from Lily,” Pan explained quickly. “Mother Superior’s death may have not been a suicide.”

Wendy blinked, the information sinking into the knot of guilt buried in her chest.

“How do they know?”

“Time stamp doesn’t match up. She died just after you left her and before the paper was printed.”

Wendy felt the guilt that had been resting inside her shrink into a wee flaming dot that may never die out.

“How exactly did she…”

“Die? Croak? Expire? It’s not that hard to say.” Pan snorted, climbing over the arm into the seat, crossing his legs and placing unceremoniously on the coffee table. “Don’t be so damn prudent.”

Wendy stalked over and slapped his legs off her furniture.

“If you want anything, you need to give me straight answers!” Wendy shouted. “What happened to her!”

“Keep it down.” Pan hissed. “Last thing I need is your nosy neighbors waking up and ease dropping. Or god forbid—”

“Pan!”

“The coroner’s labeling it an overdose with suspicion of foul play.”

Wendy gasped. “Suspicion? They don’t know?”

“Tink and some of the nun’s are vouching for her immortal innocence,” Pan said with a roll of his eyes. “With that, all the evidence is pointing to foul play.”

“Foul play from who?” Wendy pondered.

Pan gave her a knowing look, watching as she paled in realization.

“They think it was me.”

Pan snorted, though the humor didn’t quite meet his eyes.

“You were the last person to see her alive.” Pan explained with a humorless shrug.

Wendy paused, Pan’s words slowly singing through as an intense wave of fear and anger washed over her.

Pan sighed and stood. “Look, I know a way out of this…” he paused when Wendy advanced towards him, her stance as limber as a prowling lioness.

“They’re after me even though you caused all of this in the first place!” Wendy yelled, pushing him away. “You took something that could have helped two people and you crushed it to dust!” she hastily wiped her eyes. “Now a woman is dead and the other…” Wendy stepped away, mourning her lost friendship.

Pan growled irritably. Of course she would bring that up.

“I didn’t come here to discuss the theory of cause and effect, I came here to get your assistance.”

“What could you possibly want my help with?”

“Assistance.” He specified with a hiss. “I don’t need help from anyone. Ever.”

“Oh whatever.” Wendy scoffed. “Get on with it.”

“We can find out what happened, who killed her, and stop this from getting any more out of hand.”

“Feeling repentant, Pan.” Wendy sneered.

Pan curled his hands to his side.

“I regret nothing because she got what she deserved.”

“Did Tink?” Wendy snarled. “Did she deserve to have her life obliterated.”

Pan rolled his eyes, turning back to the door so that Wendy couldn’t see the destress in his features.

“She deserved to know the truth, and the truth hurts more often than naught.”

Wendy blinked away tears. They would be lost on the heartless man before her.

She felt like she was caught in a never-ending twister. She just kept circling into nothingness while the world around her was picked up and destroyed right at her feet.

Pan was that storm—uncaring of the damage around him. And for whatever reason, he chose to suck her in the middle of it all.

The young journalist sighed, the silence helping her think, helping her decide what she wanted to do.

She could go with Pan now and follow his lead, solve this thing and work on earning the town—and more importantly Tink’s—respect back.

Or she could turn herself in now until the investigation ended. Her family had a good lawyer in London. It would mean the end of her career in Storybrooke or in general, but it would be a small price to pay for all of this to stop.

She stepped up to Pan, her decision resting on her tongue.

She wondered briefly just how and when he got so cynical, and wondered if she would become the same if she continued to follow him down the dark road.

He turned to face her, his indifferent mask back in place, his eyebrow arched as he awaited her response.

With his eyes on her it was hard just to let him go. She recalled their more gruesome adventures and how—somehow, even when Death had their names carved in stone—they somehow made it out okay.

They somehow—even know with blood soaking unjustified on her hands—had somehow built up a strange sort of respect with one another.

He was the storm, and if he was going to suck her up in it, she was going to find the eye.

“Just what did you have in mind?”

-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-

Dr. Whale considered himself a decent doctor. He dealt with his patients swiftly, turned paperwork in on time, and drank only when things were quiet.

And usually in Storybrooke, it’s devastatingly quiet. Thus, the doctor did a lot of drinking.

However, due to rules and regulations, he had to sneak his flasks in secret.

The very, very, few people who knew of this very illegal and very unorthodox on-the-job activity knew that, should an emergency occurred in the middle of the night, Dr. Whale could be found in the depths of the morgue.

(On the east wing of the hospital, not the west where the old one was now covered in police tape. Once upon a time the former mayor thought it would be more beneficial to build a new one than to repair the one that was already there.)

The doctor was almost done with his nightly flask of scotch when the back door suddenly beeped and unlocked from the outside.

It didn’t make sense. Only he and the morgue assistant (who had gone home hours ago) had the key card.

Well, there was one other person…

“Good, you’re here.” Pan deadpanned as he rushed through the door, someone else just behind him.

“Pan what…” he paused when the person behind Pan removed their hood. He knew she was Wendy Darling, of course. He had treated her in this very hospital enough times to recognize her.

Dr. Whale avoided small-town gossip as much as he could, but he knew good and well the circumstances surrounding this particular instance.

“You two need to turn right around and go home.” He warned them.

“How authoritarian.” Pan mocked.

“Pan.” Wendy whispered as a warning, her eyes darting around nervously in the familiar but much brighter morgue.

Whale considered calling security, but the smell of alcohol on his own breath kept him from grabbing the phone off the wall.

Pan waived Wendy off, making a beeline to the filing cabinet where Mother Superior’s autopsy would be.

“Get away from there, Pan!” Whale yelled.

“Why?” Pan mused as he opened the cabinet and began searching its contents. “I do this all the time.”

“Things are different right now!” Whale fought, coming up behind Pan and slamming the cabinet shut. “There’s a murder investigation going on and she,” he pointed at Wendy. “Is the main suspect as of three hours ago.”

“She didn’t do it, and you idiots know that.” Pan fought, trying to pull the cabinet open.

Whale slapped his hand away, and Pan sized him up when he stepped too close.

Wendy stepped behind them, fearful about the exchange that was unfolding before her.

“Acting frisky tonight Vic,” Pan smirked. “Drinking on the job?”

“I feel like keeping my job.” Whale growled. “I’ve put up with you for a long time. Broken the law, hid your dirty little secrets, all just to keep you out of my hair—"

“And you can keep me in it just a little bit more.” Pan growled, snatching the handle of the cabinet from Whale’s grip.

“For christ’s sake Pan!” Whale hollered as he rumpled through files.

The disturbed doctor glanced at Wendy who did her best to look inconspicuous. She could see the inside of a jail cell now—and more terrifyingly she could see Pan beside her in the vision.

She looked around the clean morgue, her stomach turning when she saw her own distorted face looking back at her.

Cruella. Jekyll. Mother Superior.

She looked away, willing away the fierce snarls of her former foes. She looked up to see her a worn, sunken face staring at her in the equally reflective morgue drawers. It numbed her to the core when she quickly recognized it as her.

A loud crack broke Wendy from her musing and nearly from her skeleton. She shot around, expecting to see Graham or some other conundrum awaiting. Instead she found Pan holding a slightly dented tool tray and an unconscious Dr. Whale moaning weakly at his feet.

“Don’t know why I didn’t do that as soon as I walked in.” Pan muttered as he threw the tray aside.

Wendy could have easily exploded at what he had just done, could have chastised him and have him shoot her down as he usually did.

But things were different now. He didn’t quite faze her anymore.

“Is he alright?” she asked instead.

“He will be.” Pan smirked, pulling the doctor out of the way so that he could better access the filing cabinet. “If we’re lucky, he’ll count the lump on his head and our visit as a bad hangover.”

“I doubt it.” Wendy muttered, stepping to Pan’s side after sparing the doctor a concerned glance.

Pan found Mother Superior’s file quickly and with a swift turn he had it spread out on the autopsy table.

“Alright, timeline time.” Pan announced as he spread out the papers.

“What time does the autopsy say she died?” Wendy questioned as she reached for the toxicology report.

“Looks like it was between 10 p.m. and 4 a.m..” Pan mused.

“We were there around 11,” Wendy added, the wheels in her mind slowly beginning to turn. “Cause of death?”

“Overdose,” Pan confirmed, licking his lips. “Vitacin.”

Wendy threw her hands in the air. “That’s fine! It was probably an accident or even—”

“It wasn’t suicide.” Pan declared, pushing the autopsy report to Wendy. “Tink gave an air-tight testimony.”

Wendy read over the hand-written statement and her heart sank to the pit of her stomach.

It is my opinion as one of Mother Superior’s life-long charges that she did not commit suicide. Accidental dosage or foul play are possible contributes to her death in my opinion.

-Tink La’Bell

The handwriting before her was sloppy, hardly the well-balanced penmanship Wendy had come to expect by the devil-may-care Tink.

She had been in great pain when she wrote this, her hand probably shaking from the grief of it all.

It was also the word choice that made Wendy’s mind begin to go into overdrive. Accidental dosage. Or foul play. The grieving woman was looking for someone to blame, yet she wasn’t willing to point fingers. She could have easily written, “Wendy Darling did it kill her arse!”

But she hadn’t, and Wendy wasn’t sure to feel grateful or terrified.

Pan watched the emotions swirl on Wendy’s face. Disbelief, inquiry, and hurt, all mixed together.

They didn’t have time to deal with her heartbreak.

He didn’t have time to deal with it.

“Graham’s still going over the crime scene, trying to find evidence that someone else was there.” Pan explained, snatching the file from her to bring her back. “Did you see anyone else?”

Wendy glared at him, not appreciating his hastiness. “No, just me.”

“What about the first time?” he pressed. “Did you see anyone in her office?”

“No,” Wendy sighed. “It was just her, there was no one…”

Pan watched her when she suddenly paused.

“What is it? What!”

Wendy recalled the nun who escorted her in. The lean, mousy young woman who looked at her with pity as she entered Mother Superior’s office.

The harder she tried to remember her, the blurrier she became.

“There was…but that couldn’t…that was nothing.”

“Who?” Pan questioned.

“The nun that led me to her office.” Wendy answered. “I cut to the chase as soon as the door closed. Maybe she heard something and…”

Pan smirked. He knew nuns were bored enough during the mundane lives that they would eavesdrop on anything. Whatever she heard Mother Superior and Wendy talk about would be perfect blackmail material.

They may have just found their murderer.

“What did she look like?”

“Like…a nun.” Wendy shrugged. She hadn’t exactly had time to shake hands and get to know everyone in town.

Pan rolled his eyes. “Hell Wendy, hair coloring, freckles, what!”

“Burnett, about my height, maybe a little bit older than Tink.”

Pan blinked as a certain, very distinct nun came to his mind.

Wendy noticed the change in his demeanor, noticed the very rare glimmer of concern in his eyes. This person meant something to Pan, truly meant something to him.

“I saw her leave when I went back to the convent.” Wendy added. “I don’t think it was her, but she’s the only other person I saw. It’s probably nothing—”

“It’s never nothing. It’s always something.”

“Pan, we could have the police coming this way right now, we don’t have time for riddles!”

“Just…shut up and follow me!” he demanded, grabbing her arm.

Wendy faulted his dragging and turned back to the unconscious doctor. “What about him?”

“He’s taken worse falls let’s go!”

Wendy dug her feet into the ground, taking hold of his arm to keep him in place. His heated glare was softened only by her wide-eyed desperation.

“Pan, tell me.”

Pan stared down at her hand, nails clenched deep into the green material of his jacket, holding him in place and demanding he stay. He smothered a smirk, her dominance stilling the adrenaline coursing through his brain.

“Who is she?” Wendy demanded smoothly.

Pan let the answer balance on the tip of his tongue. If he told her, he would just be revealing another heap of filth to her, let her become just a bit more corrupted.

How long, he wondered, until she was as filthy as him?

Would telling her keep her close to him or push him further away?

“Her name is Astrid,” he revealed with a careless shrug, though his heart was about to break through his ribcage. “She’s a few years older than Tink and just as abused.”

“And?” Wendy pressed expectedly. Pan’s stories never ended so jaggedly.

“And I…showed her once that she didn’t have to take it,” Pan nodded, ever a vigilantly in his own mind. “If we’re lucky, that advice would be enough to end all of this.”

Wendy shot back, leaving Pan just a bit less grounded without her angry restraint.

“Lucky!” she exclaimed. “Pan, a woman is dead and if your theory is right, another is a murderer!”

“You’re off the hook—”

“I don’t care!” Wendy screamed so loud the metal drawers shook. “I don’t want anyone to take the fall for me! To have their life ruined! I just want…”

“What Wendy?” Pan sneered. “What could you possibly want?”

“For it to be over! For it to never have happened! For you not to be a complete bastard for once!”

Pan burst into laughter.

“Well guess what, darling,” he gasped. “It’s not over. It happened. And…well, I am who I am.”

He leaned forward until the tip of their noses just barely touched.

“Get used to it.”

Wendy stormed out of the morgue without a response, just the light cry echoing in the empty room.

Pan’s smirk faded as soon as she was gone. His mind was buzzing too much for him to feel guilt, or desire, or other crappy thoughts that would allow him to slow down and just talk to her like he knew—deep down—he should have.

Now, he had to get to Astrid. Had to find out the truth of Mother Superior’s death before it was too late.

After all, he couldn’t afford to lose anyone else.

He securely tucked Mother Superior’s autopsy report back into the filing cabinet, sparing a frown at Whale’s unconscious form, and stepped out of the morgue.

“Wendy,” he spoke, ignoring the way her shoulders tensed when he did. “We have to go.”

I’m sorry.

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