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hazzasgayvodka · 6 years ago

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give the people what they want

alright so last night I challenged you all to send me your best asks/requests and I would compile them all into one single story to the best of my ability and let me tell you, I have done just that

HARRY WITH SCRUFF GOING DOWN ON YOU PUHHLEASEEE

DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY KINK

Thigh riding pls !!!!

um i’m not creative but imagine harry as like a superhero ahsdkfjdsklj idk just do whatever you want with it lmao

PLEASE write a blurb with harry’s hands and the rings he’s wearing right now because those pics made me H O R N Y

Fluff # 14 (”Do you ever shut up?”) do whatever you wanna do with that because your writing is phenomenal!! Maybe add some smut though ??

I literally just need more cocky h content in my life please go off queen and give the people what they want ALRIGHT

TWO WORDS: PAIN. KINK.

Don’t care how you work it in, I trust your judgement “It’s 8 o’clock in the morning you are not having vodka”

PART TWO OF LIKE A VIRGIN I STG IF YOU DON’T

I JUST WANT YOU TO INCLUDE TWO SIMPLE WORDS: “Bed. Now.”

Harry meeting all your friends for the first time and he’s like nervous I guess idk something like that would be cute love you :)

SAY IT WITH ME GIRLS! STONER H! STONER H! STONER H!

H BEING OBSESSED WITH YOUR ASS PLS AND THX

please more stoner!h maybe like some shotgunning or smokerings like that shits hot

WAKING UP NEXT TO H PLS THATS ALL I WANT

H’S LAME DAD DANCE MOVES LIKE FINGER GUNS AND GRINDING UP ON YOU ALL CHEEKY

H DRESSED LIKE YOUR ICON THAT IS ALL THANKS

okay but h in his yellow vans or yellow in general yeah that

PAINTING H’S NAILS OR HIM JUST HAVING BLACK NAILS PLEASE

hahaha don’t kill me but what IF H HAD A FACE TATTOO

So, with all of those asks said (and many repeats not voiced because GOD you guys really wanted like a virgin part 2) HERE IT IS

in which you’re going to your friend’s wedding and bringing h along after just meeting him last week at a party

ENJOY!

You peel your eyes open to the sunlight coming in through the window, squinting in the brightness and rolling over to see Harry still dead asleep, curled up beside you. His eyes are fluttered closed, his arm lazily draped across your stomach and you don’t even think about it as you reach up to run your hand through his messy mop of hair.

“Y/N,” He groans, scrunching his face up, “Let me sleep, woman.”

“You forgetting what today is?” You ask, leaning over to peck his cheek before standing from his bed.

“Tuesday?” He sighs, finally rubbing his eyes and sitting up.

“Try Thursday,” You laugh, grabbing your pair of panties from the floor and wiggling as you pull them up your legs, “And it’s my friend Tiffany’s wedding, we’ve been over this.”

He holds his head in his hand, running his hand through his hair to get it out of his face before finally looking up to meet your eyes, “Are you sure we have to go to that?” He grimaces.

“I’m sure I have to go,” You shrug, slipping on one of his button-up shirts, “You don’t have to come with if you don’t want to, but I’m pretty sure my friends are going to be on your doorstep with pitchforks if they don’t get to meet you soon.”

“Wait,” He says, suddenly more alert as he pushes himself out of bed finally, “This is like a meeting the friends thing?”

“Well yeah, but it’s not like a big deal-“

“What did you tell them about me? You didn’t tell them that we fucked at that party, did you?” He asks nervously.

“I mean yeah,” You shrug, laughing, “I just told them that I met you at Louis’ party and we got drunk and a little high and slept together and now we’re kind of hanging out.”

“Oh my god,” He sighs, running his hands through his hair again as he pulls on his ripped jeans from yesterday, “God they probably think I’m some fucking loser-“

“They don’t think that.” You assure him, rolling your eyes.

“Y/N! You told them that I got you cross faded and then fucked you upstairs at a frat party!” He shouts, trying not to laugh.

“Maybe you should plan your conquests more accordingly,” You smirk, tossing him his pink hoodie from the back of his desk chair, “You never know when you’ll end up dating one of them.”

“Woah, woah, woah, sweetheart,” He grins, pulling on his hoodie and following you into the kitchen, “I thought you said we were absolutely not, under no circumstances, ‘dating’.”

“And I stand by that,” You nod, starting the coffee pot, “But I think for the sake of today, my friends will ask a lot less questions if I just introduce you as my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend, huh?” He smirks, smacking your ass as he walks behind you to get to the cereal in the cupboard, “That’s one hell of a promotion from casual booty call, don’t you think?”

“Oh, is that what this is?” You tease, bumping your hip against his as he reaches into the fridge.

“You tell me, babe.” He laughs, coming away from the fridge with the bottle of Smirnoff in his hand.

“Harry, what are you doing?”

“Starting the day off right,” He shrugs, grabbing a mug, “Gotta get through this wedding somehow.”

“What? No,” You chuckle, snatching the bottle out of his hand, “It is eight o’clock in the morning, you are not drinking vodka.”

“It’s only eight o’clock?” He scoffs, “Why the fuck am I not in bed right now?”

“Honestly,” You giggle, shoving a mug of coffee in his hand instead, “I expected it to be a lot harder to wake you up.”

“Oh, lovely,” He groans, rolling his eyes, “God, I’m gonna smoke a bowl.”

“So, you’re not driving today then?” You ask, quirking your eyebrow up at him as he lights his pipe and inhales deeply.

“Um, yes…?” He says uneasily, clearly trying to read you and what you want him to say.

“Good,” You grin, patting his chest and leaning in to peck his lips, “Because I plan on taking full advantage of the free champagne.”

He shotguns a puff of smoke into your mouth and you cough as he laughs, leaning back against the counter, “I guess I won’t complain about that.” He says, wiggling his eyebrows at you rather suggestively.

“I don’t know what you’re insinuating Styles,” You tease, “But whatever it is, I can assure you it won’t be happening until we leave the wedding.”

“I mean, I’m free right now,” He smirks, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to him, “And would you look at that, you’re already half undressed.”

You collapse against the mattress, struggling to pull oxygen into your lungs as Harry chuckles from between your thighs, his arms still hooked around your knees. He leans his head against your right leg and you nearly jump out of your skin as the stubble on his cheek rubs against the skin of your inner thigh.

“Jesus, H!” You squeal, shoving him away, “God you need to shave your face.”

“What? You don’t like it?” He grins deviously, purposefully rubbing his prickly face between both of your thighs and making you writhe under him.

“No, it tickles like a bitch!” You giggle, sitting up and grabbing his face in your hands to tug him up the bed to kiss you instead.

You can feel his stubble beneath your hands as you hold his face to you, moving your mouth with his. Part of you loves it, just the slightest bit of roughness rubbing against your fingertips. He pulls away from you and you take his lip between your teeth, tugging it towards you, your eyes flickering open to catch a glimpse of his eyes fluttered closed. Your eyes dart to his lip and you swear you see the edges of a tattoo, thin black lines peaking out from the backside of his bottom lip.

“H?” You laugh, pulling away from him fully and grabbing his lip between your fingers, “Do you have a lip tattoo?”

He grins mischievously, his eyes glittering as he brushes your hand away and folds his lip over himself so you can read it, “Maybe,” He shrugs, “It says bite me, it was a dare.”

“Mhm, sure it was.” You nod, leaning forward and pressing your lips against his again.

“I swear it was babe!” He chuckles, shuffling off the bed to follow you to the bathroom to start getting ready.

You shake your head as you grab your toothbrush and start brushing your teeth while Harry takes to shaving his face. You meet his eyes in the mirror and he sticks his tongue out at you as he runs his electric razor back and forth over his cheeks just to trim down the stubble on his face.

“So how dressed up am I supposed to be getting for this thing?” He asks, wetting his hands under the faucet and running his hands through his hair to sort it out.

“I mean, a suit would be nice,” You nod, grabbing your makeup bag, “If you have one.”

“If I have one,” He scoffs, turning to you and leaning on the counter, “What kind of man do you take me for, sweetheart?”

“One with a lip tattoo,” You tease, patting his chest patronizingly, “Sweetheart.”

He rolls his eyes, squeezing your ass as he passes behind you to start the shower and strip out of his clothes. As nice as he looks in the tight ass pair of ripped black jeans and the bubblegum pink hoodie, he definitely looks better standing there in his plain black boxer briefs. You feel your cheeks flush when your eyes meet his and he raises his eyebrows before he tugs down his boxers too.

“Like what you see there, babe?” He grins, sending you a wink as he slides behind the shower curtain just before you can reach out and hit him, “Hey, watch it woman!” He laughs, peaking back out of the shower and meeting your eyes in the mirror again.

“Hurry up, Styles,” You scold, “We’re leaving in half an hour.”

You finish putting on the rest of your makeup while Harry spends most of his shower trying to convince you to join him. After already wasting most of the morning naked in his bed you regretfully decline and slide back into his bedroom to put on your dress. You’re just shimmying the skintight fabric over your ass when Harry walks back into his room with his towel hanging dangerously low on his hips.

You can feel his eyes on you as you grab your heels from your duffel bag in the corner, strapping them to your feet while he slides on a pair of Spider-man boxers. He walks over to his closet and shuffles all the way to the back, dragging out a plain all black suit and his one simple white button up.

He shrugs on the button up, leaving the top three buttons undone before tucking it into his black slacks and sliding on his black jacket. It fits him like a dream, and you have to physically drag your eyes away from him while he adjusts the collar of his jacket.

“Spider-man huh?” You smirk, grabbing your clutch.

“You bet,” He chuckles, grabbing his yellow vans from the bottom of his closet, “Gotta conceal the web shooter.”

“Gross,” You groan, shoving him over as he laces his shoes up on his feet, “Are you seriously wearing those?”

“I’m wearing a suit, aren’t I?” He asks, throwing his arms in the air, “What more do you want woman?”

“Fine, fine,” You sigh, shaking your head as he throws on his cross necklace and grabs the rings off his bedside table, sliding them on his fingers, “How many rings you gonna put on, H?”

“As many as I want to,” He nods matter-of-factly, showing off his hands when he’s finished, “It’s a wedding isn’t it?”

You can’t help but laugh as you take his hands in yours, tracing over his giant gold rings with his initials etched into them. H.S. He’s been way too cocky about them since he first got them a few days ago, making big talk about branding your ass with his name but he hasn’t acted on it yet.

“I like your nails,” You grin cheekily, remembering the other night when you convinced him to let you paint his black to match yours.

“I do too actually,” He nods, clearly surprised himself, “It looks kinda sick.”

He grabs his phone and wallet, shoving them into either pocket of his pants before snatching his keys off the counter and twirling them around his finger. You follow him to the door and out to his car where Start Me Up by The Rolling Stones starts blasting as soon as he starts it.

“Sorry.” He chuckles, turning the radio back down and backing out of his parking spot.

You’re leaving a little later than you had originally planned in order to make it there on time what with Harry’s morning antics but you’re still feeling rather optimistic about making it on time until you hit a huge block of traffic on the freeway.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You huff, letting your head hit the seat behind you.

“Just hang on babe,” He laughs, resting his ring covered hand on your thigh and giving you a squeeze, “We’re only missing the boring part, we’ll be there in plenty of time before the reception.”

You roll your eyes as he runs his hands through his hair for the hundredth time, complaining once again about how he really needs to get a haircut before he goes rummaging in his glovebox. He sits back up with a pair of white clout goggle sunglasses and slides them on top of his head, holding his hair back out of his face.

“You cannot be serious.” You laugh, snatching them off his head and sliding them on yourself.

“Hey,” He defends, “I’ll have you know it was Elton John that made these cool.”

“I’ll have you know that no matter how hot you think you are, you cannot pull these off.” You smirk, popping them back on his head.

You both arrive to the wedding way past the ceremony. By the time you enter the banquet hall, the reception is already in full swing. You hook your arm through his and lead him around the room, looking for your nameplate on one of the many tables.

“Y/N! You’re over here!”

You look up to see your friend Heather calling you over to the table. You grab Harry’s hand and start to pull him behind you over to the table, but he stops in his tracks, dragging you back to him.

“I don’t think I can do this.” He says nervously.

“What do you mean?”

“There’s no way they’re gonna like me, I’m in fucking Vans at a wedding Y/N, what was I thinking? God, I let you paint my nails black and I’m too sober for this-“

“Harry,” You say seriously, grabbing him by the shoulders, “I like the fact that you’re in Vans with your nails painted at a wedding because it’s you, and I happen to like you, just a little bit, and they will too.”

“And if they don’t?” He asks, scrunching his face.

“Then who cares,” You sigh, grabbing his hand again, “They’re not the one sleeping with you, they don’t have to like you.”

A small grin finally turns up one side of his mouth and you lean forward, pecking his lips before threading your fingers through his and leading him over to the table.

“Oh my god, you must be Harry.” Brynn smiles as soon as you’re both in ear reach and he reaches his hand out to shake hers, but she grabs him in her arms to hug him instead.

“Oh, you’re Harry!” Heather squeals, “We’ve heard so much about you!”

You send her a death glare just as Harry looks at you over his shoulder with the cockiest smirk you’ve ever seen plastered on his face, “Oh, is that so?”

“Well obviously, she nearly dropped off the face of the Earth after meeting you,” Brynn shrugs, “We had to know all we could about the man Y/N is spending all of her time with.”

Your cheeks are nearly flaming when the words come out of Brynn’s mouth and you wish you could reach across the table and shove them back in when you feel Harry’s eyes on you again. You wish you could melt into the floor and go back in time so this interaction never happened just as the DJ comes on the speaker and announces that food will be served in ten minutes.

“Thank god, I’m starving.” Harry grins, taking the seat right next to Brynn and patting the empty chair next to him.

You sit through nearly an hour of your friends relentlessly grilling Harry and he doesn’t seem phased by it at all. The jittery, nervous man you walked in with is nowhere to be found as he recounts stories flawlessly and keeps them laughing the whole night. You even learn a few things yourself, like the fact that he’s actually a huge literature buff. You vaguely remember him recognizing the book you were reading at the party you met at but to be honest that whole night is kind of a blur.

Soon enough, you’re being dragged out to the dancefloor by none other than Harry who is grooving around with some of the worst dad dance moves you’ve ever seen. You don’t know what it is about Harry that made you assume he’d be a good dancer but clearly you need to work on your judgement.

“Oh, come on Y/N, what are you, a statue?” He scoffs, grabbing your hands and pulling you to him, swaying your arms and spinning you around.

“I don’t really dance, Harry.” You laugh, nearly tripping on your own feet.

“Tonight, you do,” He nods, grabbing your hips, “Come on sweetheart, let’s see those moves.”

You shake your head, rolling your eyes as his hands move your hips in figure eights, swiveling them around. He moves his own hips opposite yours, grinding into your backside and occasionally pressing a kiss to your cheek or the back of your neck.

“There you go, you’re getting it.” He grins, letting go of your hips and letting you move on your own.

“Sure I am,” You laugh, watching as he throws an imaginary lasso in the air and starts tugging you to him with it, “Really? The lasso, Harry? That is so old school.”

“I prefer the term classic.” He smirks, wrapping his arms around your lower back and pulling you into his chest.

You open your mouth to reply but you’re cut off as the DJ’s voice comes back through the speakers, letting everyone know that the bouquet toss is about to happen at the front of the banquet hall.

“Well, get on up there, babe.” He laughs, nodding his head towards the crowd forming at the front of the room.

“Oh, it’s alright, I don’t really want to-“

“Come on darling, you’ve got to at least try for the bouquet.” He sighs, grabbing your hand and tugging you over to everyone himself.

He leaves you to stand right between Brynn and Heather before seeing himself over to the group of guys standing off to the side. He sends you a wink when he catches you looking back over at him and your cheeks are blushing almost instantly.

You watch as your friend Tiffany is sat on one of the banquet chairs in front of everyone and her new husband Mason makes a whole show of sneaking under her dress to retrieve the garter from her leg. The crowd goes wild when he finally stands up with the garter between his teeth and you find yourself looking over at Harry to see him with his fingers in his mouth, whistling.

Both Tiffany and Mason turn around and suddenly the garter and the bouquet are both in the air. You’re hardly paying any attention to the spectacle until suddenly the bouquet is landing right between you and Heather. She clearly catches it but quickly hands it off to you, shoving it into your unwanting arms.

“Heather, what are you-“

You’re cut off as she nods her head over to the group of guys where Harry is standing at the front of the pack with the white lace garter held above his head. You can’t help but shake your head, biting your lip when your eyes meet his and he raises his eyebrows, shrugging innocently.

“How many people did you have to tackle to get that?” You smirk, both of you crossing the space between the divided groups to stand in front of each other.

“About six,” He shrugs, grinning ear to ear, “A small price to pay of course.”

He leads you over to the chair in the middle of the crowd as the hollering grows louder and when he grabs your hand and brings it to his mouth to kiss it, you take the opportunity to shove him on his ass in the chair and snatch the garter from him yourself. His mouth his hanging open in shock as you hand him the bouquet instead and swing your leg over him, straddling his thigh with your back to him. Suddenly the screams from your friends and the rest of the crowd around you are deafening as the music gets turned up a couple notches and you hold the garter in the air.

His hands find their way onto your hips, but you turn around on his lap, grabbing his hands and folding them behind his head instead, “Hands to yourself, Styles.” You scold and he grins even wider.

You bend over to reach his foot, giving him a perfect view of your ass straddling his thigh and you can hear him suck in a breath. You start to work the garter over his bright yellow Vans just as you start to grind down onto him, swiveling your hips the same way he was moving them earlier on the dancefloor and everyone starts to cheer, egging you on. The friction of his dress pants against your hardly clothed clit makes your thighs shake almost instantly as you continue moving the garter further up his leg, over his knee. His hands suddenly grab your hips, ceasing your movements and you don’t bother snapping at him again, if you keep going, you’re gonna end up coming on his leg.

You stand back up, laughing nervously as you feel your thighs clenching and everyone erupts in a chorus of shouts to which you bow and jokingly thank everyone for coming to the show until you feel Harry’s hand grab yours and tug you away from everyone.

“Harry, what are you-“

You’re cut off as he drags you into the bathroom, checking the few stalls for anyone before locking the door and turning back to you. He moves his hand from resting on his leg over his dress pants and you know exactly what’s wrong when your eyes land on the wet spot across his thigh.

“We’ve got a bit of a situation, sweetheart.” He laughs, clearly more amused by the condition of his pants rather than angry as you previously assumed.

“God, I’m sorry, I didn’t think I was, I didn’t know-“

“Hey, it’s cool,” He says seriously, grabbing your face in his hands, “Are you alright though? You’re obviously fucking soaking down there, love.”

“It’s fine, we can’t-“

“We very well can.” He corrects, his hands moving to grip your ass.

“Harry-“

“Yes sweetheart?” He grins, cutting you off before you can tell him to stop.

You sigh, shaking your head when you can’t fend off the giant smile that wants to spread across your face when you meet his devious smirk any longer, “You wanna get out of here?” You ask finally.

“Yes, god, I thought you’d never ask.” He says eagerly, grabbing your face in his hands and smashing his lips onto yours.

You rush back out to his car, quickly saying your goodbyes before latching onto each other as soon as you’re out of the building. You’re a mess of limbs, grabbing at anything and everything just to get closer to each other. His hands are roaming you over your dress as you stumble over to his car and you push him up against it. Your lips find their way down his neck and he rolls his eyes back in his head, his mind going fuzzy. You reach your hand into the pocket of his slacks and grab his keys, unlocking the car before opening the door and shoving him into the driver seat. You slam the door closed and run around to the other side, collapsing in the seat beside him before climbing over the console and straddling his lap.

“You wanna pick up where we left off, princess?” He grins, his hands latching onto your hips and already moving you against him.

“Harry, I can’t, your pants-“

“Already gotta be washed,” He shrugs, cutting you off, “Let’s make it worth my time, yeah?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes as he bites his lip, staring down at you before grabbing the lever on the side on his chair and leaning it back. His chair is as far back as it can go now, giving you every bit of the space you need while his eyes are nearly glued to your thighs straddled over his own. His hands are cemented to your hips, pushing you down onto him and nearly dragging your barely clothed heat against him, all the way back to the edge of his knee before yanking you right back into his lap.

You’re already on the edge and you can see the tent starting to stand up in Harry’s pants. His eyes are still focused on you, watching your every move as you ride his thigh, your dress now fully bunched up around your waist. You try to detach your mind from the immense pleasure coursing through you and grab at the waistband of his pants, but he stops you almost immediately.

“No, not right now sweetheart.” He grunts, grabbing your hands in his.

“But Harry-“

“God, so stubborn,” He laughs, grabbing you by the chin and tilting your face to meet his, “All the fucking time.”

“I am not-“

“Do you ever shut up?” He jokes, “I want this babe, promise you, want you to get yourself off on just my thigh, okay?”

You know your cheeks are flaming now as he grins that big mischievous, dimpled smile and places his hands back on your hips, this time up under the confines of your dress, and you nearly jump out of your skin when you feel his cold rings brush against you. You laugh as you put one hand down on his thigh to steady yourself as your legs start to shake and come across the thin lace garter. You smirk as you slide your fingers under it, stretching it away from his leg before letting it snap back against him. He ruts against you instinctively, his hips bucking up suddenly and a strangled groan falls past his lips before he can catch it.

No way.

You do it again, snapping it harder and his hand suddenly reaches out, grabbing yours and taking it away from the garter. His eyes meet yours, his pupils blown out and wild and that’s when he finds your mouth. You sigh into his mouth, content with his mouth and hands roaming you, the coil in your stomach tightening with each flick of your hips.

Harry is on fire beneath you, he’s sure. His lips are moving slowly and heatedly on yours, his tongue dipping into your mouth when it feels right and making you grind down onto his thigh even harder. He was joking earlier about making it worth his time to wash his pants but he’s certainly getting more than he bargained for now. He can feel your wetness soaking though his slacks, drenching his bare skin but he won’t dare tell you that. His cock is fully hard in his boxers, just about screaming at him to do something, his subconscious is flabbergasted, the devil on his shoulder is reminding him that you’re one layer away from being naked down there and ready for him to fuck you senseless, all he’d have to do is yank down your panties and move you over a few inches, but he pushes all of that to the back of his mind and revels in the sight of you instead. He wants to see you without the distraction of his own pleasure, he wants to see you get yourself off without worrying about catering to him as well.

“Harry, fuck, I can’t,” You stutter, your voice faltering as pleasure rakes through you and your hands find his shoulders, in need of something solid to grip onto, “Fucking hell.”

He’s studying every detail of your face as you come undone. There’s so much blood flowing in the opposite direction he’s actually starting to feel lightheaded. He’s not sure how much more he can take as you writhe above him, desperately grinding yourself down on him. He lifts his leg up, holding you in place and adding some extra pressure. You’re gasping loudly when he does so, almost falling forward and collapsing against his chest as your whole body tenses.

“Come on love, almost there.” He coaxes, keeping your hips moving for you.

Your face twists up, your mouth falling open, your head tilting back as his name tumbles from your mouth in breathy whispers and he reaches forward, grabbing you around the waist so you don’t fall backwards on the car horn. He pulls you into his chest, burying your face into his shoulder while you’re still heaving desperately for air. He’s grinning like an idiot, tucking your hair behind your ear and leaning over to kiss your pouted lips. You shift in his lap, trying to lean up to meet his mouth again but your knee brushes the bulge in his pants, and he chokes a bit, letting out a throaty groan and squeezing his eyes shut.

“Sorry,” You chuckle, “Want me to-“

“Nope,” He quips, lifting you off of his lap and setting you back down in the passenger seat, sitting his chair back up and starting the car, “Want you in my bed princess, not the backseat of my car.”

As soon as you pull up in front of his apartment, he’s shutting the car off and getting out. You meet him in front of the door, and he doesn’t waste any time grabbing his keys and shoving them in the lock, pressing you up against it.

“Bed. Now.” He says roughly, meeting your eyes and you swallow thickly as he pushes you inside and kicks the door closed behind him.

The edge to his voice reminds you of the absolute pool in your panties and suddenly you’re yanking him to you by the collar of his hardly buttoned shirt and shoving his suit jacket off his shoulders. He’s kicking off his Vans, stumbling over himself as his mouth moves with yours and he tugs his slacks down. He breaks away from your mouth for less than a second to drag your dress off and toss it behind him before capturing your mouth with his once again and walking you backwards until your knees hit the bed.

He’s about to push you against the bed and climb on top of you when you spin the two of you around, throwing him against the mattress instead. His eyes are wild and filled with anticipation as he leans back on his elbows, dressed in nothing but his fucking Spiderman boxers.

“Y/N, what are you-“

“Do you ever shut up?” You mock, using his words from earlier.

That devilish smirk finds its way onto his face as you climb on top of him, straddling him for the third time today. You thread your fingers through his hair and latch your lips back onto his, tugging his hair roughly and eliciting a groan from his lips. You do it a second time and he pulls away from your lips, wincing and gasping.

“You like that, huh?” You grin, “When it hurts?”

His eyes flutter open and his pupils are fully dilated, his irises blown out like you’ve never seen. God he’s loving this. Your fingers trace over the sparrows inked on his chest and he’s nearly shaking, you know he’s just about ready to burst after what happened in the car.

“Is that why you’re all tatted up?” You ask innocently, grinding your hips into his.

“Maybe,” He groans, his voice catching in his throat, “It feels good, the pain.”

You shake your head as you push him the rest of the way down until he’s flat against the mattress. He’s still breathing heavily, gasping every time you touch him and nearly growling as he writhes against the sheets when you finally grab him over his boxers.

“Please god let me fuck you princess, please.” He begs, bucking his hips off the bed to meet your hand.

You can’t help but laugh at his pleading state as you slide his boxers down his legs, your eyes growing wide when you realize the wet spot from his slacks soaked through to them as well. He’s still grabbing at you while you finish undressing yourself, making a show out of easing your soaking panties from out of your slit and dragging them down your legs before undoing the clasp of your bra and flinging it behind you as well.

He hisses as you take him in your hand, leaning over to grab a condom from his bedside table and rolling it over him painstakingly slowly. You tease him, running his tip just over your entrance and the strangled noise that comes pouring out of his mouth is enough to get you off without him even laying a hand on you.

“Fuck, so good,” He pants, his hands thrashing as he tries to decide where to put them, bouncing around from your hips to your thighs to fisting the sheets, “Shit, I can’t, jesus I’m lightheaded.”

It’s so different seeing Harry in a state like this where he can’t even compile a complete sentence. He’s always the one sending you into a frenzy, always spitting out some crude remark that makes your thighs squeeze together, always so eloquently calm, cool, and collected, now reduced to a writhing mess of whimpering underneath you.

You finally give in and slide onto him, your mouth falling open when he glides in so easily, instantly covered in your arousal. He bucks his hips up to fuck into you, his knuckles white as he fists the sheets.

“B-Bleeding hell,” He sputters, squeezing his eyes closed, “God so fucking warm.”

You release the sheets from his hands and put them on your waist instead, wishing he’d wrap his hands around you that tight. He delivers on your wish, digging his fingertips into your skin as he holds you in place and bucks his hips up to meet yours, clearly not satisfied with the pace you’re setting.

You thread your fingers back through his hair and yank harshly, eliciting a moan from his parted lips. That stupid grin finds its way back onto his face as he recovers from it, his eyes fluttering back open.

“Do it again,” He nods, his hands moving from your hips to knead your ass, “Harder.”

Your thighs squeeze around his hips as the words come out of his mouth and you know he’s onto you when he bites his lip as you tug his hair once again. You lurch forward suddenly when his hand meets your ass with a smack.

“Shit, sorry, I thought you’d-“

“Shut the fuck up and do that again.” You pant, cutting him off and leaning forward to give him better access.

“Hang on,” He breathes, easing you off him to which you whine in complaint, “Come on princess, you’re gonna love it.” He grins wickedly.

He shoves you on all fours, yanking your ass back into the air and suddenly you’re thrown back to the first night you met in the upstairs bedroom of that stupid frat party. He leans over you, biting the back of your shoulder as he slides back into you and both of you suck in breaths as he fills you back up.

“Christ, H.” You hiss, reveling in the way you can feel him so much deeper this way.

He doesn’t reply, simply picking up the pace and rubbing his ring covered hands over the swell of your ass. You’re waiting just about as patiently as you can, wiggling your ass in the air and trying to get him to make good on his promise.

“I know sweetheart, I know.” He laughs, pinching your ass playfully as he carefully spins his rings around on his fingers, making sure all of them are facing the palm of his hand instead.

You don’t expect it when it comes, the sudden smack and the delicious sting burning your skin afterwards. You lurch forwards, grinning and begging him to do it again to which he obliges, littering your ass with pretty pink handprints and darker purple bruises in the vague shapes of his initials.

“God, you’re fucking ruining me darling.” He groans, thrusting into you again just as his hand meets your backside and you bite your lip to stifle the sounds threatening to come out of your mouth.

A little heart followed by H S are imprinted all over your sore ass cheeks when he finally collapses against your back with a shout of your name. He kisses the back of your shoulder, gently massaging your stinging ass as you come down from your high, peeling your eyes back open and turning over to meet his gaze.

“You okay?” He asks nervously, taking in the state of your backside.

“Way better than okay.” You laugh, grabbing him by the face and pulling you down to him.

Your lips meet with a smack and you can feel him smiling against your mouth as he lays back down on top of you. You feel the harsh contrast of his rings as his hands roam your skin and your cheeks flush.

You pull away from his lips, quirking your eyebrow up as you meet his eyes, “This doesn’t mean I have to start calling you daddy or anything, does it?”

“I wouldn’t say I’m opposed to the idea.” He shrugs, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“God, fuck off!” You laugh, shoving him off of you and smacking him with a pillow.

Hope you guys enjoyed, I had so much fun writing this honestly I might have to make this a reoccurring chat night thing here on my lil blog

#can't believe I somehow made this shit work ??#this really happened lmao #requests are always open #harry #harry styles #harry styles au #harry styles imagine #harry styles smut #harry styles blurb #harry styles oneshot #harry styles writing

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welcometoyournewhell · 6 years ago

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Bro Tickles

Author’s Note: I haven't been inspired lately and this was just a little something that hit me. Ideas such as Tetsutetsu hardening when tickled and influence of this fic come from talking and rping with @kwaiipootato.

Over view: Tetsutetsu is curious to see how his look-a-like bro, Kriishima, is. As he finds his bud is wildly ticklish, they begin to discover some more interesting details abut each other before a question or idea comes to the steel hardener’s mind.

It started with pure curiosity. Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu and Eijiro Kirishima were similar in far too many ways. They both liked things classic and old school, both had a passion for manly things and people, both had pretty much the same quirk, similar morning routines, workout routines, liked foods, disliked foods, etc. They were like twins in a way. Looked similar, carried over common interests like you would with a close friend your normally hung around, and understood each other to an impressive degree.

They were best friends! Yes, Kirishima loved Bakugou, Kaminari, Sero, and Ashido, but Tetsutetsu was his number one bro. The same went for Tetsutetsu; He loved Kendo to pieces but Kirishima was his closest friend. He new everything about him…. Almost. That would be his reasoning for the hand snaking around the other’s waist as they sat in the re head’s dorm.

Eijiro looked up from his video game that he stopped talking about to look at the other’s hand. He then looked up to the steel eyes in confusion. “Bro, what are you doing?” Was he trying to get romantic or was he trying to do something else. The smirk on the other’s face instantly told him it was along the later of the options. Crap. “No, no, no! Tetsutetsu, don’t you dare!”

Kirishima tried to harden but was too late. His bro had already alerted his nervous system, making it impossible for him to use his quirk. It was an odd weakness, but a useful one nonetheless. The silver haired male laughed before pushing his bro back and lightly tickling his tummy. “Something wrong there, Eijiro? You seem a little stressed out. Here, this should help.” After moving the hand-held device away from the rock hardener, the steel hardener straddled his bro’s waist and began to tickle a bit harder into the abbed tummy.

Hiccupy, gasping laughter left the redhead’s mouth as his hands tried to pry the other’s away form his being. “Brhahahao, chahahut it hahahout,” Kirishima begged as he let his head fall back. Fingers were inching too close to his navel for him to handle. “Nhahahaha! Tetsu!” The other laughed before striking gold. The shark babe below him started thrashing about, trying to block the sensitive area. “Brheheheak!”

A;ready? Tetsu compiled before planning out his next move. Kirishima sighed and greedily started to take in gulps of air. He drapped an arm over his eyes as he caught his breath, not about to bother with fighting for freedom. “Dude,” he started, “what the hell?” Tetsu merely gave a shrug before lightly tickling the exposed underarm facing him. “Was just curious I guess. I mean we have so many things and common and we’ve been hanging out for two semesters now.”

The explanation only somewhat traveled before the other was laughing his head off, trying harder to get away. “Nhahahot thehehere, sthahahop!” He was so open about exposing such a weakness to his friends, it was almost cute. Bakugou would disagree, but Bakugou wasn’t here at the moment. Tetsutetsu was getting a blast out of this cute weakness, slowly taking the invitation to tickle under the other arm that was coming up to drape over the face as well. “Ah! Shahahahait! B-Brohohohoho! It frhehehaking thahahickles! Hahaha!”

Should he tease him on the obvious lee mood? Maybe not. But also…. It was kind of cute that Kirishima was literally exposing himself more to be absolutely destroyed with tickles. As a reward for the cuteness, Tetsu lightened his fingers to mere traces that caused a permanent smile to form along with odd snorts and static television noises. Giggles would mix in here and there depending on the spot, but other than that it was rather the same reaction over and over. There was no protesting, not cursing, no pleading, no nothing.

The steel hardener was impressed. Out of all the people he’d tickle, normally they couldn’t keep down any swears or odd sentences. It was like they were in pain when in reality it just really tickled. Maybe Kirishima just really liked this? But…. so did Kendo. But she swore and would flail around a lot more, and there was no way she could keep her arms up like this. Deciding his look-a-like needed a break, the other stopped and crawled off of him. The peace lasted for only a few minutes before the red head was now on top of the silver haired, straddling his bro’s waist with a tired yet excited grin. “Your turn,” he cried softly.

It was like talking to the pink haired girl with the horns suddenly. Tetsu snorted before spreading himself out a bit so that Kirishima could really try. “Go for it, but just don’t be disappointed.” What did that mean? Oh well. The energetic babe dug in… ow. He pulled back before moving the t-shirt sleeve. Steel. Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu could harden when tickled? “Okay, that’s so unfair,” Eijiro suddenly blurted out. He squealed before finding himself pinned under the other. “What, can you seriously not use your quirk when tickled?” The blush creeping onto his best bro’s face said it all.

“Wait…. Seriously? So like veen if I do this?” He pulled a leg forward before lightly tickling one of the sock soles. It was a general kill spot on anyone. Kirishima shrieked before snorting and shaking his head. He tried to free his leg while covering his face. “No!” Interesting. Tetsu stopped before slowly lowering the leg back down. “Dude…. I automatically harden when someone tries.” That was weird. “Guess we really are similar people, huh? Even tickling effects our quirks. Yours disappears and mine goes into hyper drive,” the steel hardener chuckled.

Kirishima crossed his arms with a pout. “That’s o unfair,” he laughed, breaking the facade. The other shrugged before lifting his shirt. “If I know it’s going to happen, my nerves freak and I harden. If I don’t know, well… Kendo can generally get a few in before it registers and I harden. Gotta say, it’s more embarrassing than when you laugh from a sneak attack in class. You get more weird looks and junk.” The redhead nodded as he processed this new information. How strange.

He decided to test it out again, poking at the tummy offered to him. It was honestly like watching one of those electric toys form grade school. Where his finger touched, and only where his finger touched, steel formed as the other let out a squeak of surprise. “So it only affects where your tickled?” Tetsu shook his head. “Generally it’s my whole body but…. This is more of a controlled thing at the moment.” Oh, okay.

Kirishima launched for the other’s ribs, earning a squeal and some strangled laughter before slowly the flesh turned cold and hard. “Yhahaou ass,” the look-a-like silver edition giggled as he calmed down. The red edition kept his hands up as he giggled and tried to slip out from the other. “No, no, no, no,” Kirishima begged as he kept his hands up in defense. “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” the other cooed as he started to evilly leer down at his bro.

“Tetsu, cut it out,” Eijiro broke as he started to seize up in suspense. “You’ve tickled me already, no!” The other chuckled before scooping up his best friend into a hug and blowing a raspberry onto the side of his neck. “PBBBT!” A shriek of laughter followed before the bedroom door slammed open. “Kirishima, can you keep it down? Some of us are trying to fucking sleep around here.” Both males jumped before looking over to the doorway. An irritated Bakugou stared right into the redhead’s soul, waiting for a response. “Ah, sorry Suki Tetsu just found I was ticklish and all. We’ll keep it down.”

The look-a-like tensed a bit as red eyes glared daggers at him. What was his issue?! The door shut before the redhead brought his friend at ease with some giggles. “He’s such a fucking old man dude.” Tetsutetsu was taken off guard by the sudden laughter and humor his friend found in the previous event. Damn, did Kirishima have steel…. Yeah. “Dude…. Did you not see his glare? Not sure that guy would mine fighting with us.”

The cutie stopped giggling before looking at the other in confusion. “Bakugou? I mean probably but he’d found it more useful to tickle me. Unlike you, I don’t really heat up. I’m a perfect match for his blasting powers when push comes to shove. Because of that he often will just kind of tickle me when I annoy him. I think the only reason he didn’t was because it’s an hour past his bedtime and he’s got a schedule to keep. If you weren’t in here he would have just shoved me over and slept beside me to make sure I kept it down.” Wow… not nearly controlling at all.

Tetsu nodded a bit before glancing at the clock. “It’s like nine thirty dude.” The red head nodded. “Like I said, he’s an old man. Bed by eight thirty, rise by anywhere from five thirty to six.” he other looked a bit shocked but Kirishima simply nodded. “He likes to study during the mornings and then start his routine. It’s…. It’s weird. I’ve done it for a week with him. Improved my grades but it was just so… foreign.” Huh?

“Wait…. Are you two dating or something? You know a lot about him and…. You did kind of say he’ll sleep with you.” Eijiro merely blinked before shaking his head. “No. Friends can cuddle dude.” “Bakugou….. Just openly cuddling with someone?” Okay, yeah…. Sounded screwy. “Uh, yeah? I mean… he sees me as his equal and all.” Tetsu felt like his friend wasn’t being fully honest. Grabbing a foot again, he sat down and started to mess with it.

Kirishima collapsed back into a hysterical puddle as he used the pillow to try and muffle his laughs as to not wake up Tokoyami or Bakugou with his loud screeching. “Plehehehase sthahahop! We’re nahahahot dating! I-I’d thehehelll yhahaou if wheheh were,” he cackled as he pulled at his leg more. His friend hummed before stopping. The answer would do, for now. “Sure you would. But, no I belive you.” Tetsutetsu stuck his tongue out at the other before gasping as he was pulled down ontop of, then beside his bro. “Whatever, your being punished now you damn bully.” Kirishima nuzzled into his bro as he pulled him close for snuggles. The other was taken back from the random act, but didn’t really resist. He held the other back as he let out his own yawn.

Maybe he’d dig more into his question another time, or maybe he should make…. No he should really make a list of their differences. Not that anyone besides Midoriya would be interested in them for his journals, but just so the two could contrast themselves when they felt insecure for being preserved as the same. Whatever the case, he was pretty sleepy now and that’s all that really mattered. He nuzzled into the washed, red locks before closing his eyes with a content sigh, a small snore escaping from the one below him.

Coming to U.A was probably that best thing that was going to happen to Tetsutetsu, his friendships really reflected it.

#bnha #tetstutetsu tetsutetsu #eijiro kirishima #tickle #tickling #ticklish #tickle fight

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journeysintowebcomics · 7 years ago

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Worm Liveblog #28

UPDATE 28: Brockton Bay’s Finest Mastermind

Last time the Undersiders had successfully ruined the heroic capes’ party, subduing almost every threat after arriving. Only three important ones remained, and Armsmaster was the main threat among them. Skitter barely managed to defeat him, and now they’re making their getaway. The plan was a success! So let’s continue.

Who’d have thought riding oversized dogs that are jumping from rooftop to rooftop wasn’t a comfy ride. It’s even more uncomfortable when you’re carrying someone who’s unconscious, as Heckpuppy is doing, since Tattetale still isn’t awake. As soon as they can, they descend onto the ground to assess the situation. Tattetale’s the one who keeps an eye on matters such as knowing if capes are following, but since she’s currently unavailable to provide such service...yeah. Good thing Skitter made sure to carry smelling salts with her for such situations.

I nodded. “You asked if anyone had any after we put down Über and Leet. I made a mental note to have ’em for next time.”

“I bet half of us did,” Regent replied, “The weird thing is that you actually followed through, dork.”

There’s nothing weird with being careful, besides, that’s how Skitter is, she can be good at foresight sometimes. And it does work, Tattetale starts to wake up. It doesn’t sound to me like she’s in a good state to focus on being the team’s radar, she was quite hurt. Then she proves me wrong by noticing immediately they hadn’t gotten away, just in time for Armsmaster to appear out of nowhere.

He looked worse for wear.

Boy is he going to be unhappy with you, Skitter. The situation is much worse now, before the Undersiders had a big party room to work in, there was possibility to move around. Right now this is an alleyway. Narrow, cramped...and while I imagine there’s going to be bugs around, I’m not sure she’ll be able to gather them fast or in enough quantities to stop Armsmaster from doing quite some damage. It doesn’t help that he’s not alone. A new cape for us readers, ‘Dauntless’ is here too.

Brockton Bay’s rising star. It would have been easy to peg him as a tinker, but he apparently wasn’t. His power let him, according to details he’d leaked when he’d appeared on TV and in magazines, imbue his gear with a little bit of power every day. Thing was, every bit of power he parceled out had permanent effects. Every day, he was just a little bit stronger than he’d been the day before. A little bit more versatile.

Now that’s quite the power, but I wonder for how long this guy has been working with the heroes. After all, at the start he had to be quite weak, right? He must have spent quite some time training physically, preparing himself for the future, all that. It can’t have been a fast process, he must have been part of this since months, maybe years ago. I don’t expect to receive such details, nor I wish to demand for them, in the grand scheme of things, they’re rather unimportant.

Hey, I had forgotten to comment about Armsmaster having his halberd back. He didn’t jump from the patio to retrieve it, or anything like that, he can just summon it into his hand anytime he wants. Well that’s...that sure ruins a lot of potential plans. So! As expected, Armsmaster is restraining his anger, but it’s obvious he’s furious. Can’t blame him, everyone was humiliated, including him. Skitter managed to defeat him for long enough to make an escape, that must have hurt his pride.

No bugs. Damn it, I had no bugs, again. I’d emptied my armor of bugs when I attacked Armsmaster, and I’d left them and the rest of the swarm back at the Gallery when I made my retreat.

Once again things look bad, as they always look at least once per arc. If taking the halberd away isn’t an option...

...

...welp. I’m blank. It’s for things like these that I’m glad I have a normal life that doesn’t require thinking on my toes like that. I’d be useless, hahaha.

Surrendering isn’t an option, of course. Turns out the Undersiders stopped right near the parking garage where they had their getaway prepared. Really now? Hah, well, maybe that doesn’t change much. I’d be willing to bet Armsmaster and Dauntless would have some way to stop any vehicle – but it’d have made things a little bit easier. Many things would be better than being stuck in a freaking alleyway. Tattletale is...very firm on going to the parking garage. There has to be some way to distract them for long enough to get there...

The darkness didn’t last more than three seconds.

Okay, darkness is not an option, thanks to Dauntless having a counter for that. Heckpuppy’s dogs may be of more help, one standing on the other’s shoulders to form a wall. Maybe they could force their way through? Not through Armsmaster, but through Dauntless. Say, does Dauntless have protection against Regent’s power? Huh, maybe something could be done...

No, that won’t work. He has a force field; one I suspect would keep the dogs at bay. I’m blank once again. As another option, Tattetale tries some psychological warfare by revealing Armsmaster’s hate towards him.

“He hates that you’re the next big thing, the guy that’s going to be better than him. That you get the easy road to being a big name in the Protectorate, and he’s the one that has to stay up nights, reworking his stuff, compiling simulations, coming up with new ideas, training in the gym for hours and hours on end. Every second of work he puts in, he gets more and more resentful of you. Why do you think you were the one member of the team he sent off to patrol the city and watch over the Wards, instead of having you come to the party?”

No surprise there. Armsmaster really wants to climb to the top of the hierarchy. Even if he gets there, Dauntless is likely to dethrone him by sheer power and skill. Tough luck. That said, some of the Wards were at the dinner, but not all of them, now that I think about it. Should I take that as it could be possible Aegis and others may be coming as back-up at some point? Hoh, I hope not, things are difficult enough already. Dauntless doesn’t pay attention at all – and the reason why is...well, check by yourself.

“Ear buds,” Tattletale sighed, “Armsmaster told him to wear ear buds, so Dauntless can’t hear anyone but him. That’s both brilliant and incredibly depressing.”

Incredibly depressing, definitely. To counter the rest of your partners they need technology and preparation, and to counter you they just need to cover their ears. I’d be disheartened. Looks like you may be reduced to support during battles and nothing more if this technique spreads around, Tattetale.

Dauntless advances a bit more, shocking Regent a bit with his force field. And there we go! Just like I hoped, Dauntless has no way to counter Regent’s power. He falls! There’s the chance I was hoping for! The Undersiders manage to run towards the parking garage despite Dauntless’ efforts, his lance doesn’t deter the dogs, and when he tries to aim at the humans, Regent throws off his aim. Armsmaster isn’t faring much better, reduced to following and using the grappling hook in his halberd to have a bit more of speed. To his credit, he does manage to reach them and has them cornered once again. The fight is over and not in his favor, though, because Mr. Wildbow decides this is a grand time to throw even more new characters at the reader.

Ballistic and Circus, alright. Question: what are they doing here? I mean, judging by the fact they’re pummeling Dauntless and Armsmaster, I have no doubts they’re villainous capes, but still, why are they here? Were you expecting this, Tattetale? Is this why you insisted on coming here?

Dauntless moved to retreat, but Sundancer intercepted him, stepping around the front of the building and placing her miniature sun in the center of the entryway to bar exit.

...okaaaaay, now that’s a familiar face. Things to note: I don’t remember capes named ‘Circus’ or ‘Ballistic’ being included in the Travelers. I know Trickster is here, because Armsmaster’s halberd was replaced with a car bumper, so it isn’t like Sundancer went rogue or something. If Trickster is here, then the rest of his group must be here too. Hmmmm...I’m not sure if...Trickster would have the money to be the anonymous boss? His group is nomad, they keep moving all the time. But I could be wrong. Maybe he does have the money. Maybe he hired these Ballistic and Circus characters. Answers will have to be for later, there’s a fight right now.

A very one-sided fight, may I say. Armsmaster and Dauntless are having their rears handed to them. This isn’t a good night for Armsmaster, he’s going to receive a lot of the blame for the Undersiders’ success and escape. There goes some of his reputation.

There has to be better ways to describe Genesis’ current form than ‘creature from the Black Lagoon’, Skitter, hah. Then again, it’d be fun if Armsmaster was being defeated by the creature from the Black Lagoon.

Fearsome foe, this one.

Golly, the owners of all the cars being destroyed here better have some good insurance.

I’m not sure yet what Ballistic’s power is? There’s a lot of strength involved, that much is obvious now. Circus is what you may call a jack-of-all-trades, a master of none, but her versatility makes her a successful solo villain in Brockton Bay. You know...I find myself very fond of her right now. I love her power and the way she integrated her motif into her weapons. I like her.

Which raised the question of what she was doing here, with the Travelers.

Ask Tattletale, she’s the one that wanted to get here no matter what, and not just because the getaway vehicle is here. Once the fight is over, someone’s car honks outside. Everyone gathers...and here’s the moment I was waiting for. The boss is here. Tattetale asked to meet him after the task was done, and given that there’s a trained soldier here...I can only imagine it’s--

Coil. I felt my pulse quicken.

--yeah, him. Hah! So I did get it right one update ago! Go me! I wasn’t really convinced about it, though, and I have no idea what motivation Coil would have to form a team like the Undersiders. He must have some sort of grand plan, that’s for sure, but I don’t know yet what it could be. So he’s the anonymous person that pays the Undersiders and provides them with equipment...what implications could this have for Skitter’s plans?

I’m not sure, but I think this doesn’t help. What advantage would the capes have if they knew the Undersiders were hired by Coil? It isn’t like Coil would be arrested or something. I guess there’s some worth in knowing about it, but yeah...all this would achieve is that her friends are arrested and Coil goes free. All she’d achieve is betraying them without even catching the big fish.

May as well just send a signed note through mail or something, informing the capes about Coil, and call it a day, because it’s not like there’s much to gain by selling the Undersiders with such a meaningless nugget of information like ‘Coil is their boss, good luck arresting him’.

Coil spoke, more as though he were musing to himself than any of us, “I was feeling theatric. The plan was for the Travelers, Circus and Trainwreck to step out from the shadows as I made an impressive entrance.

It was an impressive entrance alright. I wonder how things would have gone if Armsmaster and Dauntless hadn’t been here. Imagine Coil’s creepy costume, him hiding in the shadows and saying in a raspy voice ‘you wanted to meet the person who’s pulling the strings?’ and he comes out slowly, composed, ‘well...here I am’, that’d be an impressive entrance. And then the heroes turn around, and the Travelers, Circus and Trainwreck are behind them without having even made a noise – it’s a fun scenario, right?

After making sure there wouldn’t be any pursuers – the only other heroic capes are two minutes from here and that’s quite the long distance – Coil invites them to enter the car. They have a lot to discuss...that’d sound a lot more ominous if they had failed the mission. There’s no fear they’ll have cinder blocks tied to their feet before being thrown into the sea from the Brockton Bay docks.

That’s the end of this chapter. So what will Skitter do now that she has the name she was looking for? It’s a bit early to think about that, first one will have to read what Coil has to say now. I’m curious about it, so I’ll continue right now. Next chapter, eighth Tangle chapter.

We didn’t dally, stopping only to let Bitch direct her dogs into three separate vans Coil had waiting at the back of the garage.

You know, for a moment I misread and thought it had said all the dogs had gone into one van. I was about to type ‘that’s one heck of a large van’, because three dogs big enough to be ridden like horses all fitting in one single vehicle? But yeah, it’s three different vans.

The Undersiders and Trickster are all in the same limousine, the inside is colored black in every way possible so Coil blends with the background, the snake on his costume being barely visible. The reason why they’re all here is so they discuss business. He did promise $250000 to each one and the chance to meet him, of course they’d need to talk. But first! A demonstration of his powers. Oh this is going to be good.

He flips a coin to each Undersider, all the coins falling on heads. Even when Skitter takes her own silver dollar to test, it falls on heads. That’s because of Coil’s power.

“Probability manipulation?” I asked him, “Enhanced luck?”

He shook his head, “No. Just the opposite, Skitter. I control destinies. I decide outcomes.”

Huh. That’s rather vague, and looks like neither Coil nor Tattletale is in any hurry to explain. It sounds to me like Coil can direct fate to go in the direction he wants...if there are options to follow. Each coin had the possibility to fall on heads or tails, so he forced each one fall on heads. Or...something like that? Well I suppose this is something that’ll be better understood once I see more ways it can happen, or a better explanation, but so far it seems like a relatively interesting power. Kinda fits the mastermind type.

Tattletale was the original person in this group, it seems, directly hired by Coil and forbidden from revealing anything he didn’t want them to know. If the Undersiders failed in any way or got killer or arrested, well, ‘too bad’, he’d move on with his activities. He did help them all he could, though, that much is clear.

“Then you naturally find yourselves sitting here, proven to be capable,” Coil leaned back. “Worthy to hear my proposal, as the Travelers already have.”

...okay, so Coil also intends to hire the Travelers. He made a proposal to them, too. Something about providing them a temporary fix while he looks for a permanent solution. Then Mr. Wildbow wiggles his fingers mysteriously in front of the reader’s face, because that’s all the story tells about this – for now. Once another thing to keep in mind, okay.

Coil’s motivations and plans are simple: he wants to seize control over Brockton Bay, and he doesn’t mean just the underworld, he means absolutely everything, and for that goal he has been hiring the right people for the right jobs, as well as fighting against the current major forces – because it’s the endgame. The fruit of his labor is coming closer and closer.

Think, Skitter. Who are the major players in this city? What has changed? The ABB is wiped out, with the very plan I proposed at the meeting. Empire Eighty-Eight is reeling from the plays I made today, and I fully expect to finish them off in the coming weeks, hopefully with the assistance of you, the Travelers, and my other recruits.

Is that so? Well that’s great! Looks like the target for the next arc – maybe even more than one – has been established. E88 will be quite the force, this won’t be easy. Things are going to get exciting.

Okay, leaving aside the upcoming events in Worm, the reason why Coil ordered them to crash the capes’ party was to diminish the public’s trust on them. If they can’t stop a ragtag team of villains from ruining a party despite so many heroes being there, how can one trust them to keep the city safe? The New Wave hero group isn’t much better in the public’s eyes. Other assorted villainous groups aren’t a threat or can be bought easily.

And not only that, Coil has made some serious moves to place a few agents into positions of powers, people who will answer to him. He doesn’t throw his chips behind a single person, he actually is backing a few. In summary: this man is truly the definition of a mastermind. How long has he been working on this? At least a year, that’s confirmed, but I bet it has been in the works for longer than that.

Well, I thought, there goes any doubt I had about the Protectorate not caring what was up with the Undersider’s sponsor. Shit. Was he really that close?

Yeah, I admit everything that Coil said is valuable information. The problem here is that the Undersiders being arrested would stop nothing. Coil has planned all this stuff carefully, I’m pretty sure he has made arrangements for a situation like the Undersiders not being at his beck and call anymore. That is, if his power doesn’t interfere in Skitter’s plans, somehow. The most Skitter would be able to do right now is inform the Protectorate about what’s going on, but without leading to the Undersiders’ arrest.

I’m concerned for her, though. Would she change her objective from gathering information to doing something to stop Coil? Because that’s far more dangerous than what she was doing already, and someone who wants to be a hero and isn’t afraid of being reckless would take the chance. This has so many ways it can go wrong...

The Undersiders’ role is to keep their area of the city safe from other parahumans and gangs, now that they made a name for themselves. If they do well, they may spearhead Coil’s plans to expand to other cities – wow that’s really long term. But what will they gain? Besides power and money, that much is a given. Coil, as expected, has researched and gathered enough information to be able to make compelling offers, no matter how outlandish they are.

To Heckpuppy he offers to make sure there wouldn’t be more dogs cooped up in shelters, they’d be happily adopted. The dogs she rescued would be cared for, and she’d watch over that. All in all, dogs would have quite the happy future. Regent would have the power and chances to rise above his father. Sounds to me like a story that needs to be told sometime soon, Regent’s backstory is still a big question mark. No word about what he could use to appeal to Grue and Tattletale.

Skitter wants to derail the plans, or at least find a hole in them, so she points that in the future if anything happens to them, well, he’d be prepared to just toss them away. He refutes that in a way I didn’t think before.

“No,” Coil spoke. Then he paused for a moment. “I understand your concern, but I have already informed you of a great deal, here. If you were arrested, or if half your team perished in action, it would be dangerous to abandon you, because you could divulge key information. This will continue to be the case.”

He’s not wrong about that, now that I think about it. Abandoning the Undersiders if anything happens to them would be quite dangerous. This, in turn, may ruin Skitter’s plans, because if the Undersiders are arrested then Coil would find a way to break them free, and she’d have a huge target on her back. Things got much more difficult for her now.

Skitter is the one person Coil isn’t sure what she would want, so he asks her – and Tattletale leans forward to hear it too. Oh boy, better not slip up now of all times. Skitter goes with the safe option: after he takes over the city, he must make it work, make it thrive. That is...well, yeah? I mean, if the city goes to hell in a handbasket then the effort to take over it would have been wasted. This much goes unsaid, and it seems Coil knows it, because he does specify he wants Brockton Bay to thrive, it’s a matter of pride.

If the Undersiders don’t want to agree to Coil’s offer, then it’s fine, the former arrangement can continue, to which I suppose he means he can give them the odd job here and there, and help them in the ways they ask, but without having any hand in the future of Brockton Bay. Honestly? I admit I’d take the offer. Sounds too good to reject. How foolish I am shall be revealed someday, but I know I am rather foolish.

Coil shall be informed of their decision in less than a week. I’m still not sure how Coil’s powers work, but...yeah, chances are this will go like he wants it to go, so yeah, they’ll accept, won’t they?

The last few paragraphs are them being told how they’ll be paid, being left in the Docks, and the dogs getting off the van – van they left in an absolutely nasty state, golly.

I have it. I’ve got what I need.

I just didn’t know how I felt about it.

It’s a tough situation, yes. Skit—no, Taylor, you better think this carefully, because...this really isn’t as simple as telling the Protectorate about it. There’s something big going on, and she’s part of it now. Better not to rush and do something reckless.

I think I’ll stop now, because this looks like the end of this arc. Those are great sentences to end it with, aren’t they? So I suppose next time comes an interlude. I’ll leave that for next time.

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12.29.16-1.10.17

12.29.16 I just hung out with Kiki again. It wasn't a fantastic hang out. It's like we are running out of topics to talk about. Also there were like two or three times where I didn't know what she was talking about. I think i really need to get out there and hang out and expose myself to new things. That's what friendships are meant to be. Not just two people sharing what they already know in their mind. It's also growing and sharing that. I'm going to do that. I can't help but have thoughts of how she thinks I'm boring or inadequate or awkward. Which means even more that I need to expose myself.

12.31 I woke up feeling a lot of anxiety today. It wasn't great. My stomach was feeling queasy too. I was going to go to a new year dinner for the meetup but I don't feel like it as of now. What I do want to do is be at home and do clinical stuff. Tho I have been wanting to do that stuff it feels like I did most of it. I did do a big portion but I think the fact I have to face is that reading and reading only isn't going to get me as far as I want clinically at the speed I want. What I really need is to reread what I already know before I put it into practice each time. Because i look at the excel that I compiled and what I compiled is indeed enough to do reasonably okay clinically . If I mastered it I would be good enough for where I need to be.

1.3.17 Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Today is January 3 and I'm absolutely not ready for this. Not ready at all. I'm going back to internship and class. :(((( It was so relaxing . I was able to do so much without worrying about school and without being stressed from internship. Sigh. Sigh . Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. There isn't enough sighs in the world for this. Okay in totally exaggerating. But I know that when I go back I'm going to be so pooped. Worst case scenario it'll be like before where I finish each session with out completing the note.and then each day I will have like 7 noted to do at the end of the day... Hahaha hahaha that's absolutely horrendous. I need to work on establishing boundaries and the so called supervisor Tory is not going to help me so I need to help myself. I think I'm having a hard time establishing boundaries because 1 . When I sit in session with then i feel like a god and a healer and an angel and letting go of that feeling sucks 2. I am afraid they will be upset if I end it . Will they? They will but that's what I need to keep my sanity and to give quality counseling. They also won't and it's also partially a projection of me onto them. 3. I really want them to like me. I really want people to like me bc in my life not many do. Which means I need to work on that and will work on that. 4. I am addicted to hearing such intimate things because it makes me feel important and I don't hear many of those intimate things in my life. Those are my countertransferences which will take as much time as I acted on them to work on as it may to take it away and act otherwise. I really do need to work on those things.i really do need to be a better clinician. I envision a life where I work on all the things I want to work on and it feels amazing. What new years resolution do you want to work on this year? My idealistic self has so many things I want to work on. 1. Pray, Bible daily 2. Religious book regularly 3. Exercise regularly 4. Friends/making friends regularly 5. Pursue my clinical interests regularly. Independent of Tory. Without blaming her or anyone or anything including my business and schedule for my slowed or minimal development. 6. Take nubs out regularly 7. Family regularly. Mom and dad.

I'm also curious about yoga and meditation but I won't make that a goal. Bc I already have enough. So yeah. That's all my goals. It feels like a lot and it is a lot . It is. A part of me right now wants to declutter the room so there's less to worry about. And so I feel more sane.

I would not have been able to write this for the past few days. It just feels like he's also here. And that thought is very distracting in my mind. For some reason. I don't know how I'm going to do this with him here all the time.i suppose it's either learning to change that thought in my mind or having that problem fixed when I move. So what do I want to do today? Today is not my last free day bc I will have Tuesdays off. But I suppose it also is my last free day bc all the following Tuesdays for this semester will include homework. What I wanted to do was to review my intervention book, and compile the child and adolescent book. Now that I'm writing this I also want to make a list of things I want to do to develop clinically. I suppose I did already get a lot of what I wanted to do done tho. Yup . I just don't really feel like doing those things. What I do feel like doing is cleaning up and decluttering.

1.4 So I purchased some storage cubes and a shelf. The illusion right now is that it will make everything look better. And indeed it will, but just not without me putting stuff away on a daily basis. I'm still excited for it tho. It feels nice going to work. There's peace in my mind. I'm not like rushing everywhere. Ahh what a nice moment. I wish I could do this regularly. The truth is that the stress and urgency of things. Quote urgency. Will probably get and I will have to put time and effort into somehow decreasing that sense of urgency. It will be difficult given that I have never deliberated worked on that in my life. Waking up wasn't too bad this morning either. I felt quite awake. It'd be nice if some mornings was like this. I'm going to be so tired by tonight. I have class til 9 so when I get home I'm just going to pet nudges. Do nubs humidifier and maybe take him out for 15 min . And then pick my clothes for tomorrow. Maybe one other thing but I'm not sure.

Ah. I just left class. It's like 10 already and I still want to pet nudge and take nubs outs. I'm not too excited about romoww. It's going to be an extremely long day. Like extremely long and I really need to take breaks, pee, snack, and cut sessions short. I do. How was class? Umm it was better after i started talking to people. Before that it was some social anxiety and stigma of being viewed as a stereotypical quiet Asian. And also being self conscious about what I wore. I seems to feeld defensive and just keep looking for people to blame about them being problematic, judgmental whatever and then just me judging people too. Next week though I'm going to sit next to the quiet ish but not really white girl. I seem to be making white friends consistently . For no reason? Nah probably reasons I just don't know or want to think about it .

1.5 Well today is another day of internship. I really want to not feel completely stressed out. But I have a hard time shortening sessions. What are the reasons again? I feel connected in a session. I feel I have a relationship with these people and it's very addicting. Addicting because I don't have many if any of those relationships in my life . I feel I don't have many of those relationships in my life and I also feel bad for ending it early. I feel like I keep talking and taking from the client by typing and documenting. And then not necessarily listening to her. I think that's the key. That I feel like i keep taking and taking. Like a leech and for once I don't have to do that and I can give and give and I really want that. Well how much do you want to structure it? If I structure it , I have time to think about my client. For at least three minutes. I have time to send my note when the session is done so I don't have to think about it afterwards. I have time to go pee and drink water and fill my tea with being a a few m8nutes late which is okay. And I feel probably 60% at least more satisfaction from internship. I think it's worth trying that for a day. Just a day. It will be extremely tough to grt over my urge to feel good about myself though. I think I'm going to do this. With adults. I'll spend the first 5 minutes charting. Then we talk and then i spend the last five minutes charting again. I can note during the session what topics and interventions were used . Let me make sure I get that down. That's important. And with children I'll end it earlier. At 40 min.

So it's the end of the day. I feel pretty good about today. I made sure to eat, pee, drink. I knocked out my whole to do list. Of course thats not all my efforts. I only had two patients today haha. But for the two patients I was able to end on time. And I completed my note within a few minutes of ending the hour. How did it feel to interrupt them? I think next time I'll let them know that for the first five and last five I'll be charting. And let them know in advance. Just to make sure I note down all the important things they say. My patients didn't feel disengaged. But of course then acknowledging to themselves that I am not paying attention to them during those times is normal. I just feel so physically hyped up still because my body has felt this way during this time and day since September. It'll get some getting used to. I may also be a little nervous because I see Paul tomorrow. I haven't seen him in like a month . I think I feel nervous BC I'm going to possibly have to provide an update about the family thing. Maybe not maybe I'll talk mostly about social anxiety in class. And the urge to find someone to blame. Find someone as an excuse. Pattern of feel like I wanna prove to old people that I am a different person. Pattern of feeling like I want to blame something and then check out so I don't have to out myself at risk of criticism. Criticizing before I get criticized.

1.10 Hi dear how are you feeling? I'm feeling okay. I guess I'm not really used to not worrying about things when it's not time to do it because this morning so far I've just been feeling the tendency to worry and feeling the tendency to feel as if the world is going to fall or as if I'm going to get in clean big trouble if I don't do XYZ reality it is all about I mean I guess I don't really have not much to do. I just have to finish that 5 page 4 page on genogram paper and then I have to do the other paper, that's it. That's kind of the same amount of work that I have during a regular semester. I've been thinking a lot about job-seeking, and I think about working at The Institute U-Haul, and it's just impossible for me to imagine that, knowing that I would know how to do case management stuff, in addition to therapy, and see my clients for 30 minutes, and I won't have time to take my notes. And I don't think Tori is as amazing as people make sugar cookies, it may be that my feelings towards her at this point are dictating those thoughts, but it just feels like Kama you know what it's cycle dynamic that's the thing, I really enjoy psychodynamic, and the work that's being done right now is very concrete and very solution-focused, and I think anybody that's not a therapist can easily or with some difficulty doing that. So I'm just really hoping that there are other jobs that are okay paying at least because the ones that I found art will pain so far that really gets me where I don't want to be stuck at the institute for three years. 3 years.. A lot of time, and you know already that I hate feeling stuck in places I'm feeling stuck and things and maybe even relationships sometimes. Anyway I've also been feeling the urge to worry about today. To worry about me hanging with Kristi, to worry about seeing the eye doctor,and to worry about the meditation thing tonight. I think I will see if my farts go away and if they do I will go. Even if they go away though if I were to be very honest i dont want to go because it's so late at night. I'll end up going home late. Which is something that I hate to hate because that's something that's been internalized in me by her and I hate that internalization. I feel that that internalization prevents me from developing socially a lot. And if I think about it it's true. I don't go to a lot of meet ups because I think they're too "late". Okay let me think what the problem is. I get hungry, and then I hear her voice in my head saying it's cold and it's late. And then I genuinely feel that and I feel distressed. And then when I talk on the phone with her and she tells me those things I hate it because those are the things I internalized. And also I hate it that she goes why did you go home so late it's dangerous out. And I am unhappy because I went home late bc of work and not because I went to socialize bc at least if I told her that I could spite her. You know what it makes me want to go out late more. I want to get use to it I want to feel peace in my mind when I go out late. I want to live that half kf my life. Yesterday I came home late and she pissed me off. I spited her by telling her that I was going to see friend and she pretended to be like what? Boyfriend? And j want to say why is that your business. Why does it matter to you if it's friend or boyfriend?also that matter is that I'm meeting your needs. Now stop fucking controlling me. I m going to express next time. Not like that of course. I. Going to say so what if it's friend? So what if it's boyfriend? Why do you need to know? I'm going with a person and I will not elaborate more. Actually that is what I will do. I will not elaborate further any longer. I will not . And I think I'm going to go tonight.if I don't go I will be reacting to my own fears and anxieties, not acting. And I don't want to keep reacting. I want to act. I just saw Kristi for coffee. It's so sad that I find someone I feel is not threatening and I am quite fond of but they happen to be moving back to California . Great . But it's okay I will look back in the future and see that they were one of the first people I was able to befriend. I will.

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