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Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 81 - Confliction 🔞

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Amnessia was sleeping blissfully until her phone began ringing on the nightstand nearest to her. It wasn’t an obnoxious tone but the windchimes that sang melodies in the air were assigned to a specific caller. While waving around for her cell, stretching in order to not disturb Megumi, the bowl of juice from their noodles gets whacked and crashes to the floor. “CRAP!”.

The deep ceramic thump stirred the younger Fushiguro but before he can ask what’s wrong, he remains unnoticed as Amnessia holds the phone in front of her face and stares at it. He doesn’t understand why she’s just letting it ring but then he focuses on the name that appears and wonders, ‘Temujin <3?’, with a twinge of jealously. Megumi waits to see what she does, hoping that whoever that was calling, decides to leave her alone.

Amnessia sighs heavily when the song ends but clutches the phone with tears in her eyes as the fresh wounds caused by her former lover still bleed. ‘What the hell does he want? He’s a fool if he thinks I’ll just run back to him…’, though somewhere deep down, a part of her wishes for that. In a bout of frustration, she sets the phone back on the nightstand and lays her head back into the pillow. Megumi’s arms tighten around her but she assumes it was a natural response to her body heat.

Resting his lips into her braids, Megumi thinks about how Toji never showed up for dinner the previous night and wonders if he’s slowly being forgotten about. He’s afraid that even with this new woman he’s currently falling for, she’ll forget about him too. That’s when he feels her hand securing around his own as its cradled between her breasts, a small smile appearing on his features. ‘Was that Temujin person why she was crying when we met?’, he asks himself while feeling the birth of a protector’s instinct. They still have a lot to learn about each other but Megumi knows for a fact that she’s special and unlike others he has known.

Amnessia stares at her phone while being spooned by Megumi. Confliction rages within her as her curiosity expands over why Genghis would call her. ‘Does he want to apologize?’, she questions with a warmth until she recalls that he definitely cheated on her. His demeanor when he returned from wherever he went after Gojo was turned was so nonchalant, as if his adulterous ways should’ve been expected. She thinks not. ‘Screw him…’, she utters internally as the soft hands of Megumi coax her back into relaxing, but that’s when the phone rings again.

“Who keeps calling you?”, Megumi inquires with a groggy voice.

“…It’s master Genghis.”, is all she says while taking a deep breath and sliding out of the bed.

‘The current head Titer?! That older guy!?’, Megumi’s head is spinning once he puts together who Temujin <3 is. His confidence with Amnessia suffers deflation once he begins comparing himself to the faux head, not understanding how he could hold a candle to someone with that much influence. Right as he’s about to ask her more questions, he shuts his mouth as their wireless conversation begins.

“What do you want?”, she asks into the receiver, tone colder than ice. She stares at the wall with Megumi in her peripheral and sighs as she’s made to wait for an answer, ‘What an ass.’.

Megumi can’t hear what’s being said but then understands it’s because there isn’t anything to hear. He watches Amnessia check her phone screen before putting it back up to her ear.

“Temujin? If this is a prank I swear I’ll-…”, she stops with her threat because the insecure, broken voice of the man she loved is not what she was expecting. ‘What’s going on here??!’.

“…Master Suguru…he’s…he tried to end his life…”.

Megumi becomes fully alert the moment she wails her despair to whatever was said and sits up in the bed. “Amnessia?”. He watches her drop to her knees with tears forming as her wide eyes feign complete disbelief. He doesn’t understand what’s causing this but he cautiously climbs out of bed to near her but she’s quickly telling the other end, “I’ll be right there.”.

Amnessia hangs up the phone and anxiously grabs her shoes before straightening her robes, “I have to go.”, not meaning to brush Megumi aside.

Megumi, doubt hoarding in his heart, releases her and studies her frantic behavior while wondering what could have stirred this otherwise collected woman to fall to shambles so easily. He has to know so he asks.

“Master Suguru is in critical condition, I have to go help him!”, she ignores the squinting green eyes that seem confused so she adds, “I love him Megumi, he is like a brother to me!”.

Megumi’s whole aura darkens to the mention of Getou because he’s only ever known the man to be the source of all their suffering. His mind automatically pulls him to the day when Elska’s wing was found and then to the horrible accounts of what was discussed when the Titer attacked her again after the fact. “Why would you care about someone like him?”, he asks, completely unentertained by her sympathies for the monster.

Amnessia’s dark brown eyes shoot over to him but with an abhorrent anger that she didn’t mean. Before blowing up, she considers Megumi’s perspective on things and comprehends that he may not be as up to date on Suguru and Elska’s relationship. But neither is she and she realizes in full turn as Genghis’s words replay in her mind over his attempt. “He’s not who you think he is…”, she forces out through strained tears.

“I could say the same to you.”, retorts the stubborn Fushiguro. He wasn’t intending to be so immature but from where he was standing, there was no reason to waste tears over the man they refer to as Getou. His heart breaks when Amnessia refuses to engage in the argument and merely collects herself before focusing her traveling technique. Megumi’s eyes soften when he grasps that she’s about to leave and yells, “I’m sorry!! I didn’t mean to-…”, in full regret but to nothing because she was already gone.

“DAMN IT!”, he shouts to the emptiness of his room, tempted to throw a few objects but refrains from acting out, leading him to collapse to his butt on the floor. “WHY DID YOU SAY THAT?!”, he berates himself, mulling on how he may never see her again. She literally saved him from the deepest pits of trauma, tended to him as he cried over the death of his mother. She fed him, cared for him, supported him and he feels he shit on it all by copping an attitude. “Why would she come back if that’s how I show my appreciation?”, his energy begins to swirl around him, symbolizing the disdainful bubble he's encompassed himself in.

The door to his room swings open and as he’s jerking his head over to see why, an excited Itadori tells him, “NANAMI IS AWAKE!”.

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Genghis sits there, staring at his pupil while hating himself for not being able to sync up and go into the final stage. ‘Everything will be ruined if he sees my true form right now…’, his brain soothes, knowing that is indeed the truth. He’s anxious about Amnessia’s arrival but honestly cannot wait to see her. He knows that he hurt her by abruptly breaking things off between them and he wishes he could explain that it’s to save her life but he doesn’t see how that would really help. Amnessia would simply brush it aside because of her unique abilities but Genghis isn’t interested to take that chance for his master is, like he said, a cruel one. While lost in thought, he feels the arrival of two sinister presences, causing him to jump to his feet in surprise. He looks down to the unconscious Suguru with wild eyes and then to the sleeping Sain, ‘I have to protect them.’. The clamor that can be heard from down the halls insurrects his sanity as he fears he knows who has come to visit them. ‘Where is Amnessia?!’, he worriedly thinks while the Titers begin parting the walkways in apprehension, screams springing from multiple areas of the crowds. Whispers such as “He’s finally come to do it, he’s going to kill us!”, and “Please let the children live, they are innocent!”, racketeer off the acoustics. Temujin halts in place with a bead of sweat rolling down his face as his eyes fall to Satoru Gojo and Choso. “Fuck.”, he mumbles, thinking that this may very well be them taking advantage of the compound’s confusion in Suguru’s absence.

Gojo revels in the distress that surrounds him, thinking, ‘That’s right cunts…’, wanting to maintain the idea that he would wipe them out any given minute. He couldn’t help but smile at the faux head’s concerned face, enjoying the proof of his own overpowering existence and how it affects others. He goes to open his mouth but Choso beats him to it, stealing his thunder.

“Please take us to Getou, we’re here to help!”, the being states with urgency.

Genghis cannot believe his ears. The two adversaries he despises the most, showing up here to actually lend a hand. His beliefs tell him not to be so easily swayed but the unequivocal honesty in both of their eyes floors him. He darts his gaze to Gojo who wears a genuine expression of remorse which causes Genghis to wonder if he’s in a twilight zone.

“He’s telling the truth. My love wants Getou back.”, Gojo admits, “So we’re here to make it happen since Choso said he could reach him.”

This is not something Temujin ever calculated for and as he accepts their offer and quietly leads them back to medical ward, he thinks about the ramifications. He knows Suguru is kind deep down and grinds his teeth to how his pupil will react when his plans come to fruition. How the other turned will have to die. It almost stops Genghis from letting this happen, he’s afraid of how much more this will hurt Suguru in the long run but when they enter the room to show his pupil, Genghis gives in.

Amnessia appears at this time, already upset but this gets worse when she too sees Suguru. Temujin uses this opportunity to run over and hold her as she breaks down in his arms. “I know, I know dear…Shhhhh…”, he draws her deeper into his clutch, “Calm down…shhhhh…”.

Gojo observes the rather human display from the faux head but it doesn’t lower his guard. Satoru has recognized for some time now that there’s something up with Genghis. He can almost put his finger on it too when the variances surface in his energy but its so minute that not even the six eyes can bring complete clarity. Choso pushes past him now, which makes Satoru scoff but the being’s urgency is for the sake of his love so he understands.

Amnessia now realizes that Choso and Gojo are with them which makes her jump in place. The hybrid looks to her with care but she still can’t erase their one experience together, causing her to feel extremely awkward. ‘Not him again!’.

Genghis, who was adoring the sensation of having her in his arms again, picks up a scent that is not his own. He sniffs once quietly but when that wasn’t enough, he does it again but she heard it and is distancing herself immediately. He raises a silent eyebrow to her defensive demeanor and comes to the conclusion that some other man has been holding her in his stead. ‘Who?’, he wonders with a rancorous maliciousness that peers through his veil. The scent was familiar yet foreign, he honestly doesn’t know who it belongs to.

Amnessia, frightened by Temujin’s threatening eyes, retracts as she thinks about Megumi. There’s no way she wants the younger Fushiguro to be the target of her former lover, she knows he’s dangerous, more so than anyone else in the room. She drags her view to Suguru again though and feels compelled to touch him so walking past the statue that has become Temujin, she does exactly that, desiring to redirect the focus to their fallen leader.

Gojo doesn’t have any proof but he’s aware that a Titer woman has been with Megumi ever since he barbarically ended Sachiko and is already piecing together what’s playing out in front of him. ‘Is she the one?’, he asks himself. Satoru has not been able to face Megumi ever since the day in the forest, he doesn’t know how to. He pretends as if he’s already gotten over most of the guilt from his awakening but the truth is, it’s slowly rotting him from the inside out. Gojo never liked Sachiko because of her hand in their misgivings but he’d already decided to let the woman live because of Toji and Megumi prior to his frenzy. He kind of hates himself for what he’s done. Not until this very moment does he see a path to making up for it though. ‘If she is the one, then she’s Megumi’s.’. His darkened blue eyes glue to Amnessia crying over Getou but then flash over to the brewing faux head. He interjects as Temujin was seemingly about to pull her aside and states, “My love doesn’t know the condition he’s in but I’m hoping she won’t have to if we do this quickly.”, more than happy to cockblock Genghis.

Choso kneels on the opposite of Suguru as Amnessia and tells her, “I’m going to search for him in the last stage. If he’s anywhere, it should be there.”.

Amnessia, though still out of her comfort zone around the hybrid, nods and brokenly offers him, “Th-thank you…I’ll go with you since I’ve synced to him as well.”, and is relieved when the being smiles kindly and accepts this.

Choso takes a deep breath but turns towards Satoru, “Hopefully this won’t take long…”, and then grabs Getou’s arm along with Amnessia’s hand, causing her to gasp. He thinks about Naoya and all the conflictions that live within him over the past but placates himself with the ideal of them all being together and getting along with Elska. Where they all belong.

“Do your best buddy!”, Gojo cheers with sincerity and witnesses the moment when Amnessia and Choso fall unconscious as well, layering the slumbering Titer.

Genghis, unnerved by Gojo tagging along when it was unnecessary, unfolds a light sheet for the medical beds and drapes it over Amnessia with care. He chooses to ignored the lingering eyes that study him in hopes that the silver shaman will get bored with his obvious investigation.

“Why didn’t you go yourself?”, Satoru wastes hardly any time, “Surely, you’re capable, right?”. Gojo holds in a smirk as Genghis stands upright and glares, dying to hear the explanation.

“Someone has to be responsible for the compound…”, Temujin half lies, “The only other Titers I would trust with this job are Amnessia herself and Sain,”, he points to the other bed to show that the hunter was also out of commission, “but they’re unable to.”.

“Hmph.”, Gojo releases, admiring at the careful words chosen to be given back to him.

“Why did you come when you knew you weren’t capable of helping?”, angrily seethes Temujin as his dark eyes drift over to Gojo. He’s quickly losing his patience while being compressed under all of this stress. First the pregnancy, then Suguru and now Amnessia entertaining another.

Satoru takes a step closer, calm and unbothered by the animosity growing in the room, “You don’t really think I would be dumb enough to send Choso here alone do you?”, Gojo’s eyes narrow, “I know you’ve probably plotted to have him killed at least a few times. Your façade is worthless where I’m concerned.”.

Near the edge of his sensibilities, Genghis clenches his fists and imagines himself ripping Gojo’s head off to savor that damning blood coursing through his veins. ‘I cannot wait until you’re eliminated…’, he yearns internally before stating, “Yes, our sides have had their differences but can you not tell that we are working towards a common goal now?”. Genghis too holds back a grin when Gojo’s eyes narrow even further and darken to his niceties.

Satoru nods, “Oh of course! We’re closer to being a team than ever…”, but smiles wickedly, “…anyone that tries to ruin that though will be subjected to my form of punishment.”. Gojo now stretches his arms and yawns as if he didn’t have a care in the world before adding, “Ever wonder which organs you can live without?”.

Genghis, dubiously triggered, launches from his spot and pins the amused Gojo against the wall. “You mannerless fucking psycho. I swear to God that one day, that arrogant fucking grin of yours will fade as all the horrors you’ve unleashed unto this world come back to you ten-fold.”. Genghis slams his weight into the smiling shaman, “Ten-fold!”, but then releases him with haste after realizing that he may have made a ghastly mistake.

Satoru chuckles, brushing off his shaman uniform causally before meeting the heated Titer’s gaze once more, “Ha…it would seem I was right about you after all. Your intentions for us are not good.”. He gleams with murderous intent, “What exactly are you hiding?”.

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“I’m always left behind.”, Toji grunts in the empty hall of their building.

After convincing their need to go to Getou, Gojo reasonably tasked Toji with guarding Shoko and Nanami so they wouldn’t be alone. It was more for Shoko’s sake in case Nanami lost it, Satoru wasn’t about to be careless with his friends. It made sense though so Toji couldn’t argue but he would rather be with Naoya and her so he could know how she’s doing. He pulls out his phone to call her, chest muscles twitching out of tension over the bonding but he sighs his irritation when her phone can be heard vibrating in the other room. “I guess it makes sense why she wouldn’t have it…”, he mutters while choosing his cousin’s number for a go. Toji’s levels of aggravation reach new highs when he walks into the bedroom and finds Naoya’s phone shimmying across a dresser. “For fuck’s sake!”, he shouts, wondering if he can slip away if a new babysitter entered the equation.

Toji starts to walk towards Nanami and Shoko’s room but stops when he feels his son, Nobura, Yuuji and Hiromi running up. He knows they probably sensed Nanami but Toji can’t just let them waltz in and see what a fucking reck those two are right now. That alone may cause problems because he knows first hand how fucking disorienting the awakening is.

“Dad!”, Megumi calls out as they all jog down the foyer, not even knocking before entering the main part of the home.

“Just getting a shirt on, hold-up.”, Toji yells to his son while glaring at Naoya’s phone, “Little shit.”.

Hiromi turns right and powerwalks down the hall where he knows answers lie but he stops when Toji shouts for him to.

“Don’t go sticking your neck in their business right now. Things did not go as well as we hoped, they need some time.”. Toji growls to the defiance written on the man’s face so he changes his tune, “Don’t fucking bother them yet.”.

Hiromi scoffs his disdain but doesn’t push the issue any further, averting his eyes from the junior shaman as he leaves the door behind him. ‘What happened with them?!’, he wonders in a panic. He not only cares about Kento but he’s developed affection for Shoko as well, despite her being claimed by his friend. “What do you mean it didn’t go well? What did you fucking animals do?!”.

Nobura glares at Hiromi and takes a visible stance next to Toji, “Don’t listen to him, he’s just a pencil pusher that I heard wasn’t allowed to even use his cursed technique.”. She turns her nose up to Hiromi and smiles with gratification as Yuuji and Megumi follow suit. “You’re outnumbered here pal, if you don’t have anything nice to say then don’t say anything at all.”.

Toji, although rather enamored by the junior shaman’s demonstration, looks at Hiromi harder while pondering on why he isn’t allowed to use it. ‘Could it be that destructive?’, he asks no one with calloused curiosity, ‘What’s the nature of it?’. As soon as Toji opens his mouth to combat Hiromi’s nasty words, the door to the room opens, showing Nanami.

“YOU’RE ALRIGHT!”, Itadori is the first to zoom towards the blonde, “I was so freaked out when it all happened Nanami!”. He wraps his arms around the stiff blonde, “I thought you were a goner!”, but emotionally giggles to Kento’s large hand ruffling his hair. Yuuji isn’t sure if Nanami is aware that ultimately it was he who suggested being turned by Elska but thinks that maybe he shouldn’t let his own guilt overflow onto his senior.

Toji’s eyes fall to Kento’s and examines the residual bleakness weighing the man down. “Damn…I hope this isn’t too much excitement for the fella…”, but relaxes some when Nanami smiles and acts normally. Nobura tackles into them too, elated to see him up and about again. Megumi hasn’t moved though and by the time he turns to his son, he’s already able to sense that something is bothering him. “What’s up boy? Why the grumpy face?”.

“Psh.”, Megumi folds his arms and broods, “Nothing.”.

Toji squints his eyes, “Did you and your girlfriend already have a fight?”, he jokes. Megumi shut down completely though which makes Toji groan to his own idiocy. “Look, I don’t know what happened but I’m sure it-…”.

“I think she’s in love with that Genghis guy…but she also sees Getou as her brother.”.

Toji frowns to the easily read spite in his son’s tone. Of course, he had an idea that Amnessia was involved with Genghis but even with that knowledge, Toji doesn’t discourage her with Megumi. He saw the way they looked at each other in his room, how Megumi reacted to her being there. To pull his son out of this mood he asks, “So are you saying you’re done with her? If so, wipe your hands now.”.

Megumi, confused and slightly offended, glares at his father, “She’s not something that can be thrown away.”.

“Exactly. Which is why you need to figure out where you stand.”, Toji clicks his tongue and leans against the wall, “I personally like her.”, he says with a shoulder shrug, “I’ve never seen you attach to someone like that before either.”.

Megumi blushes, trying to hear his own thoughts over laughter of relief coming from everyone surrounding Nanami, “I’ve only felt this way once before…”, he looks away from Toji, knowing damn well he’s speaking about Elska, “…but this time is different.”.

Toji clears his throat, never wanting to ruminate in the awkwardness of them both wanting the same woman again and says, “Then don’t give up yet. I sure didn’t!”, he cackles out loudly and gently slugs Megumi’s arm.

The younger Fushiguro begrudgingly smiles but asks, “What about the Titers though, are we working with them or are they the enemy?”. Megumi’s wandering eyes lead him to discover how most of their home is still being worked on, feeling bad for them basically being banished to the outskirts of the property.

“They are many things my boy but I believe the Titers to be more friend than foe right now. We have a common enemy these days…”, Toji shudders when an eerie sensation creeps up his spine and stops his explanation. ‘I don’t want to stress them out.’, there’s too much of that going around already, no need for more.

Megumi caught on to how Toji suddenly tightened lips but leaves it be while hoping that Amnessia will return. He owes her an apology and wants to make up for his childish ways earlier. The more he sifts through his thoughts the closer he comes to the realization that he was thwarted by his own insecurities and literally projected them at her with condescending words.

Toji walks over to Nanami too, “Are you good bud?”, he asks, “Want a cup of coffee?”.

Kento smiles wearily, “I’m fine now and sure.”. Nanami still feels like he’s in an out of body experience as his sorrows over what he’s done still drowns his heart. When Toji sets the cup down, Nanami whispers, “She’s still asleep…”, and waits for the reassurance that it’s normal.

Toji nods, “She’ll be up soon, this is routine for that technique.”, and sits down into the chair next to the blonde at the small table. Looking over Nanami, he can’t help but be thrown off by how disheveled his appearance is still. Toji grumbles into the air, “Gojo and Choso will be back soon. They had to run an…errand.”, and sips his own cup.

Yuuji squints, “Where’s El and Naoya?”, looking around before shaking his head when Nobura titters, “You’d sense them dingus.”.

“Naoya took her to the Zenin estate. He needed to-…”, but Toji pauses after glancing at Nanami, “…bring her with him for some clan stuff.”, nearly choking on his coffee.

Nanami’s head hangs low. He knows exactly why they left…because of what he did.

“Speaking of which, I really need to get ahold of one of them.”, Toji throws his hands up, “They both left their phones behind and I think she’s too far away to hear me otherwise.”. He purposefully overlooks the confused faces that are response to wondering what he meant by that second part. He tries his best to read the room and discern if leaving would really be alright.

Nanami lifts his head and with a somber tone, tells the giant, “I promise you that I have no intentions of being any different than I was before. Please, go to Oda and make sure she’s…”, he can’t bring himself to finish the sentence without his stomach doping flips in the worst way.

The insinuation that something happened to Elska pricked Hiromi’s inquisitive ears. He knows only the basics about the ritual and now surmises that Kento probably did the deed with her. ‘What about Shoko?’, he asks himself, cursing his friend for being caught in between them like the lucky bastard he is. He tries to hid his interest in the topic but before he knows it, Toji is already sending him a cold glare. ‘Those fucking turned…’. But can he really say that all while knowing that he remains Kento’s friend, despite having been bitten?

“I say you should go, we’ll take it easy over here.”, Yuuji feels bad that Toji had to stay behind and after hearing Sukuna say Nanami isn’t a threat, he was eased to this decision. “We should all meet back here and have a drink!”.

Toji smiles, “You know what? That’s the first good idea I’ve ever heard come out of you.”, chuckling to young adult’s slowly diminishing grin as Itadori figures out he’s the butt of the joke.

Nobura stands up and hugs Yuuji’s head, squishing his face into her bosom, “Can’t frown if you can’t breathe!”. She too teases Itadori for his simplicity but never would she want him to become upset over it. Boobs are usually the trick for him.

Megumi looks away when she yelps, thinking, ‘Is everybody this perverted around others?!’, nervously sitting at the table while he assumes Nobura is being fondled.

“That was dirty Sukuna!”, she stares maniacally down to the manifested mouth and it becomes clear to everyone that King of Curses bit her chest, not Yuuji.

“And such a DICK!”, Itadori bellows, smacking his own face when the mouth formed. After looking around with a hint of shame, his eyes raise to Nobura, “Sorry about that babe.”.

Toji can’t help but snicker to how strangely centered Nobura is, how Sukuna appearing didn’t bother her in the slightest. No, they almost seem to even get along. “Wow.”, the mystified giant ducks his head back in disbelief, pondering over their dynamics for a moment before finally standing. “Alright, time to go get my doll.”, his grin widening.

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Naoya rolls over in the bed to find Elska on her right side so he scoots over and wraps around her from behind. She gasps to his touch, causing his eyes to glow as he brushes the hair away and leans in to kiss her neck. “Baby…”, he seductively calls to her, unable to stave off his need to feel Elska, “Come here.”. Elska twists her upper half to latch their lips together and is instantly shifting around to help his angle. She moans breathlessly when he enters her, his slow, languid prodding pushing through. His hand hooks around her hip, steadying her as he backs out to do it again. “My princess…”, he pants once her velvety walls engulf his length again, lushing over her slickened entrance as it accepts and pulls him in further. She’s so incredibly wet that he can’t even keep his member within her, it slides out every single time. Frustrated, he grunts and suggests, “Lay on your back.”, but notices that she doesn’t make an attempt to do so and thinks maybe she just didn’t hear him. Her whole presence feels different now, weaker, “Baby?”. Naoya gently orients her to face the ceiling but is mortified by the fear in her fading eyes, the paleness of her skin and screams, “BABY!!!!!”, at the top of his lungs. He knows somethings wrong and gulps hard as he grasps the sheets to remove them from over her. He nearly falls off of the bed when he sees the pool of blood collecting from her deeply lacerated abdomen and from between her legs. “El…s-….Bay…be?!!!!”, his whole body freezes as the blood continues to pump out of her rhythmically with her beating heart. “FUCK!!!”, he desperately tries applying pressure to her wounds but can see with each passing second that she’s losing strength, “BABY! DON’T!!!!!”, he knows that their child has somehow been obliterated, crushing every nerve in his body, “NOT YOU TOO BABY NO!!!”, but as he wails, she chokes on her breath.

“ELSKA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”, Naoya wakes up from his nightmare, screaming her name as the images terrorize him. The golden light traveled over him at this same time but due to the intensity of his emotions, it electrocuted the spot in which he lays, burning the sheets. His wings ripped out of his back as well, now piercing through the mattress in its entirety.

Elska, who’s only been up only for a few minutes, shuts off the sink in the bathroom and barrels into the smokey room, “NAOYA??!”. She doesn’t know what’s wrong but she’s only heard him say her name like that once before and it was during the Titer attack. “My Prince!”, she gasps when seeing the aftermath of his horrible dream. Dark bluish black feathers mix with those of the pillow and bed and dance towards the floor while the aroma of burned hair and fabric hazes the room with its physical properties. Naoya roars her name so loudly that it shakes the ground, causing Elska to dive on top of him, “I’m here!! I’m right here!!”. She swears that there was this strange film clouding his eyes but can’t be certain as she only saw it dissipating. Leaving that for later thought, she palms his cheeks and places her forehead against his until he settles down. “Na-Naoya, I’m right here!”.

Naoya slows his breathing when Elska’s voice resonates with him. He tries to lean up in order to hold her but cries out wildly to the pain of his anchored wings being tugged on. “What the fuck!?”, he asks in a stupor. “Why are they out?!”.

Elska kisses his cheek and calmly instructs, “Release your wings Naoya before you hurt yourself. You had a bad dream my prince but its over now.”. She searches his eyes for understanding and sighs greatly when he succeeds in unbinding himself. She holds him against her and sways them side to side on her knees while he grips reality again, wishing that whatever was torturing his mind would cease.

“It wasn’t real? You’re alright?!”, his deep voice questions with suspicion, “Nothing…nothing happened?”.

Elska combs her fingers through his two-toned hair, “I may have had a bowel movement but that’s about all you’ve missed my prince.”. Embarrassment grips at her throat from that admittance but she was keen to easing his anxieties and even giggles first to pave the road.

Naoya doesn’t know if he should snicker or cry but laughter chokes out of his throat to her strange elucidation. “So, we’re crossing that bridge today, are we?”, he jokes while internalizing that everything is fine. “I don’t care if you poop baby, I do it all the time.”.

Elska, struggles with the unusual snort that leaves her once she receives his words but the soothing air becomes heavier as he ghosts his lips up her clavicle to her neck. She braces herself for his pleasurable fangs but he maneuvers her back onto his lap.

Naoya forms his fangs but pulls her down for a deeply needed kiss. He feels a little better by this point but this isn’t the first nightmare he’s had about her and that part bothers him.

“Please feed my prince.”, she whispers into his parted lips, “I am here for you.”. She can’t stand to seem him so worked up. Sweat drenches his skin, his hair clammy to the touch, “Poor thing…it can’t hurt you now.”.

Naoya runs a finger along the collar of the T-shirt she’s wearing because its one of his, “Thank you princess…”. He brings his red luminescent eyes to her form and runs his hands along her body tenderly, sighing to how its dry and smooth. Not bloodied. He takes a deep breath of respite before sinking his fangs into her, tightening his hold when she’s affected by their sensations.

His mind begins to clear as her flavor flows across his tongue. He can taste her love for him and the others, her regret over Shoko and Nanami but also the desire that’s developing over the course of his snack. She runs her hands over his shoulder blades and moans his name happily when she discovers the wounds from his wings are gone. His concentration is divided by their child as soon as the image of the budding plant appears. He’ll never be able to truly describe what this feeling is but it overcomes him like an 80ft tidal wave and every single time. Such force, such bottomless hope. Naoya cannot wait to meet his baby and show the child how good the world can be. He feels like he’s waited his entire life to fill the role he’s now been given, one that burns brighter within than being the head of the Zenin clan ever will. He thinks to the life growing within her, ‘I’ll make sure you have brothers and sister to play with!’.

Elska heard his thought and would usually say something to demonstrate her adversity to being a baby factory but doesn’t feel the need to right now. It all boils down to the fact that she will likely give in to these natural desires Naoya and her turned have been discussing. She’s their master, she will heed their calls on all fronts and produce as many as her lovers wish. She may even lean to that side of the fence more with every day that passes in her odd domestic life with her turned. Her true calling sounds so exhausting and honestly, it risks the safety of all of her lovers and friends, that of which does not sit well. She’s learned to care. She’s learned to protect. The subtle changes have been slowly surfacing from the origin curse that entered her the day she lost against her sweet Sati but she knows she’s still herself. Fusing with that curse only deepened her turned nature though but logically speaking, what an advantage so long as she can control all of her power.

Naoya closes her punctures and licks the area clean. Drinking from her is always and incredible rush, it never fails to repair him in all facets, not just physically. He nudges his nose into her neck, regaining his breath as her seems to become heavier. She adjusts herself when his flesh grows, him caught up in the moment of her security. In the back of his mind, he reminds himself that he wanted her to take some time off from the physical stuff but as she grinds herself up his shaft, he can only bite his lip.

Elska can sense the hesitancy but isn’t standing for it this time so she pushes him down into the destroyed bed and whispers, “You said you would fill me as many times as I wanted…”, and smirks deviously to the fire exploding in his eyes.

Naoya didn’t even give her a chance to prepare before he used his projection to speedily topple her towards the foot of the bed, where less feathers lie. He dives in for a kiss and hums when their tongues collide. His hand that isn’t supporting him rashly moves around, lifting the large shirt of his that she’s wearing, where he visually inspects her to make sure she’s truly ok.

Elska closes her legs after his staring became too intense, “What are you doing?!”, she asks self-consciously. His serious expression makes her falter though so she sits up and slowly pulls him down over top to distract him from whatever was going on in his mind.

“Sorry baby…”, he pants as he kisses across her cheek, “I just wanted to make sure you weren’t injured.”. He nips her earlobe while silently thanking the heavens that it wasn’t real but he cannot shake the inevitability that lingers in his heart. ‘Is she really safe?’, he wonders while hovering his body inches over hers, staring into her glowing eyes.

Elska pouts out her lips, “If you’re not going to it, then I will!”, she jests as she reaches for his length and guides the tip into her. They both whimper to the breach but Naoya’s sounded much needier. Her assistance becomes obsolete as the Zenin man roles his hips, gradually entering her one inch at a time, which forces her head back against the bed.

“Hmmmm…”, trickles out of Naoya as her quiet gasps to his invasion fill him with purpose and pride. “Naughty princess.”, he laughs out. His words soon become moans though as he works himself in deeper. She’s really wet, just like the dream and it causes him to snap up and look, just be sure once again.

“Naoya!”, Elska gripes, “Why do you keep looking at my little lady like that?! What’s wrong with it?!”. She tries to cover herself again but his hands stop her, “Well stop it then!”.

“There is nothing wrong with you baby…”, Naoya assures as he kisses down her stomach, stopping at her waist to say, “That nightmare was really dark, I’m just a little freaked out.”. His lips and tongue travel down to the median of her body, straight to her bundle of nerves. He broadly licks her first, wanting to see her face twist in anticipation. Her right hand tangles into his hair, causing his salacious side to take over as he devours her slick. He massages his fingers into her thighs as he holds them open but soon slides two fingers into her.

Elska’s back arches off of the bed while her prince gives his best efforts, salivating to all the ways she wants to repay him. She tries to speak, “Every-thing is…ahhhhh…ok now…”, failing miserably but trusts he understood. He twists the fingers inside of her in such a way that even with all of her control, a wave of pheromones suddenly erupted from her.

Naoya growls as he huffs up the scent, licking his lips when he sits upright to feast his sights on her. The way she furrows her brow at him, the sound of his name in her shaky voice, the electricity that sparks where they touch, he has to know its all safe. That she’s safe. He can tell that she was expecting him to go a little wild but Naoya fights off the urges to wreck her and instead slowly slides back through her folds. He lowers his body over her, adoring the way her arms wrap around his neck and tells her, “I’m going to make love to you today…”.

Elska quietly laughs because in her mind, no matter how they do it, it’s always lovemaking. She comprehends what Naoya is trying to accomplish here though, he’s not going to rush their time together. He gradually but with pressure, splits her open and the way he almost silently whimpers into her ear makes her cling to him. He’s being so delicate yet forceful at the same time, like his battering ram in politely knocking. They haven’t had sex like this since she was his prisoner, but that as well turns her on as she recalls how amazing he was to her.

Each stroke he gives is a coded message of his unyielding desire to be with her. Feeling every part of her in such detail raises his awareness of her arousal, how it pours out of her pores. He bears his weight to one arm, adjusting his blanketing stance while brushing his other hand down to her bud where he rubs deep circles. He can stop the smile from beaming across his face when she contorts with pleasure, “That’s right baby…”, he hums into her neck, biting her again.

Her eyes fix shut to the multiple sources of stimulation, losing herself to his fangs. “Nao…ya…”, falls from her lips in a breathless fashion while listening to him slowly drink as he continues to passionately thrust his hips. “It’s…again…”.

A second wave tears through the air, now calling to his instincts louder than before. He snarls after anchoring himself all the way in and studies her helpless expression. The scent fills his lungs and mind with all sorts of guidance but he tenses his body to stop it from moving on its own. Elska seems to notice this and flips herself over to her knees but leans against his chest.

Elska hooks an arm around the back of his head, locking their lips together while she throws herself back into him. He instantly grabs her breast and hip to help her cause making them both cry out in different pitches. His intensity spikes, his movements quickening. She gently bites his lip to encourage his pleasure and nearly loses her composure as he growls threateningly under his breath. “Give me your love my prince…”, she calls to him between gasps and finds his half-lidded eyes.

Naoya bucks roughly into her twice, having to catch her body as she crumbled from it, “Don’t worry princess, I’m going to give you everything.”. They fall deeper into this lustful calamity. Naoya punctures her over and over, not deeply but small wounds cover her neck, shoulders and arm. He’s so wrapped up in their mutual pleasure that he doesn’t even notice Toji outside of the window.

Toji’s eyes widen when he sees how she bleeds and with absolute rage, punches through the glass window and shouts, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO HER!?”.

Elska’s pulled from their trance to find her beloved creating a new door and blocks Naoya with her body. “Toji don’t!! I’m fine!!”, she reassures but then she hears Naoya wheeze.

“How in the fuck!?”, Naoya is running his fingertips over the marks to make them disappear and luckily, they all do. He feels his cousin’s heated stare but can only look to Elska while saying, “Baby…I didn’t mean to do that…I don’t know why I did!”.

Elska explains, “I love it! Don’t be sorry!”, and then glances to Toji, “My beloved, that’s just how he expresses himself sometimes but I promise he wasn’t hurting me!”.

“I’ve done that before?”, Naoya turns to them both, this being news to him.

“We already have enough sadists in the fucking mix boy, not you too!”, Toji believes Elska but still goes over to hold her, having missed her.

“When we bonded, I lost count of then too.”, she tells them but when she sees the worried look flash over Naoya’s face, she iterates, “It’s not a bad thing!”

Toji huffs, being overly protective when he lowers her long shirt and glares at his cousin, “And what made you think sex was the answer boy!?”. Before Naoya can even fumble a response, he receives a harsh verbal reminder from her that she was the one that initiated it. Toji, now feeling like an asshole, lets her go.

Elska sighs as the giant turns away, “My beloved?”, she asks sweetly. She smiles to the way his wings twitched to his name and pulls him in for a hug, “I understand you’re trying to do what’s right and I appreciate that about you. Everything is fine though…better than fine actually.”, her voice trails off as she admits, “It took my mind off of everything too.”.

Naoya takes a deep breath. He’s happy to know that he didn’t make things worse but is rather riddled with unease with how he’s just discovered that he likes to bleed her. “What the fuck is wrong with me?”, he dazedly asks while running a hand through his hair.

Elska decides that there’s only one way to prove what she means and so without warning, she sinks her fangs into Toji’s chest only to remove them and bite him on the arm. Both times, he hissed with pleasure and even gripped into her hair instinctually as if to keep her doing it. She closes the wounds though and looks up to him, “See what I mean?”.

Toji calms his breathing and does his best to secretly adjust the raging erection that just tightened his pants but nods to her nonetheless, “I… I do actually…”, he confesses with a strange revulsion. He watches as she gives the same demonstration to Naoya and has to crack his neck to help drown out his cousin’s verbal satisfaction.

When she finishes though, Naoya finds himself riled up beyond belief. He snatches her arm and yanks her against his chest, honing into her responsive eyes as he searches for permission to continue where they left off.

Elska tenderly kisses his lips but then turns to her beloved who seems like he deliberating with himself so she winks and reaches for his wrist. It doesn’t take long for her body to be swarmed with both pairs of hands, her pinned between two of the three her ring represents. She misses Choso and Sati, even Suguru who’s she’s tried her best not to think about while around Naoya but the only thing she can focus on in this moment is the moans from her wonderful turned as they relinquish their human bindings to swarm her with the kind of love she needs.

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solemn-siren · 2 years

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Storm's calamity: Chapter seven

Chapter seven: Seal the Deal

Previous chapter: Calamity in sight

A/N: Well October was pretty busy! I wrote two theories regarding The Baron and her relationship with the royal family, finished up the Witch's Heart, and started writing non Poptropica stuff on my Quotev! School is also a thing too and it happens to be exam season too. Oh and Pokemon Scarlet and Violet is soon.

Anyways enjoy Chapter Seven of Storm's Calamity!

Also Gwendolyn will soon be getting her own origin story similar to Witch's Heart! it will also be published on the PHB so keep an eye out there. Did I mention it would be longer :eyes: (The boys will get theirs too don't worry.)

There I was, walking in the forests of Monster Carnival island, my home island. It was the weekend where School wasn't there to bother me. I could go wherever I wanted whenever I wished.

Most kids in my school went shopping with their families, played video games at home, watched TV, or anything you expect kids to do these days. Instead I would take a walk in the forest, especially the ruins of the old carnival attractions. Something about knowing this place was once full of human life and fun, but was now abandoned and overtaken by nature, was fascinating.

"Come on Gwen! Let's see if we can find any treasure today!" I was too distracted by the haunting thought of the rollercoaster to notice my best friend, Lynx, had ran ahead of me. You see, because this place was abandoned, it meant people left behind strange objects. Lynx and I loved coming here and scavenging whatever we could.

"Look at this! It's a treasure map!" Lynx exclaimed, holding up a piece of paper. It was old but there was a magical charm about it. Lynx held it up excitedly, admiring every detail about it.

it was then a large net was thrown in our direction, capturing Lynx and causing the map to fly out of her hands. I caught it before it got too far away.

"Who's there?!" I demanded, gripping onto the map tightly and looking around. A strange hooded figure jumped out from the trees, a knife in their hands.

"Give me the map." They demanded in a strong and serious voice. "Or I'll take your friend's heart instead..."

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I woke up gasping for breath. Thank god it was only a dream.

The sleeping quarters of the blimp was deserted, meaning everyone else had woken up already. It was 9.30am. I really did oversleep.

Just 5 days ago Alouette, Maverick, Felix and I left camp to head to mystery of the map island. Who even gave that island a name that long? Shouldn't it be Viking island? What does a map have to do with any of this? Whoever named that island needs to do a better job.

Once I got changed I went out to the deck where everyone was just doing their own thing. Alouette was driving the Blimp, Maverick was doodling stuff on the map, and Felix was carving something at the back. That kid has been doing that for the whole 5 days. I haven't seen him sleep once.

"Good morning Gwen you're late." Alouette said, waving her wand and summoning a plate of pancakes in my hands. "Not long to go."

"why are you the one driving the Blimp?" I asked.

"Can't trust either of the boys with it." She answered, carrying out multiple tasks with her magic. "Maverick would drive this blimp like a maniac and Felix would probably crash this somewhere." "Crash this somewhere?" I asked. "We're talking about some guy who managed to crash his own plane in the middle of a peaceful night." Alouette whispered, glancing at Felix. "Plus, you've seen his actions. He's so going to backstab us." --------------------

The rest of the flight went uninterrupted. We finally arrived at our destination, and because it is too long I will not say where we arrived. It's what the island gets for having a long name.

The walk to the viking settlement also went uninterrupted. The jungle was peaceful, we could actually finish our job here pretty quickly.

Or so I thought.

When we arrived at the actual settlement, there were guards patrolling the fortress perimeters, looking out for someone, or something. When we arrived we were able to get in since Amelia did let the leader know we were coming. But something really was off.

"Erik the Red, the visitors you were expecting have arrived." One of the guards explained as we were lead to the throne room. Sitting on a throne with a shiny goblet in his hands was a man with Red hair and a beard, with a large hat on his head. He looked like he was ready to let out his anger anytime.

"Amelia's children huh." The Red man said, drinking from his goblet. "They really are children. Anyways Amelia explained there's some sort of vision and prophecy that I, Erik the Red, would understand." I nodded and was about to recite the prophecy but then Erik went into his angry mode.

"However! Some Thief stole our precious treasure and we're yet to find the thief!" He shouted, his voice causing my heartbeat to speed up. "Thor's amulet. It is very important to us. So let's make a deal then. Find the thief, bring back Thor's amulet, and we will share everything we know."

Well no isn't an option here. -------------------- Alouette is searching around the fortress, Maverick is searching the nearby camp, and Felix is searching the Jungle, and I'm stuck with the dodos and the nearby waterfall.

"Dodos are mean birds." Alouette explained as we all split up to our respective areas. "They will come after you if you have food." "Unless you hunt them down first! They're delicious." Maverick added. Yea totally helpful.

"Would be kind of funny if a dodo really did steal Thor's amulet." I muttered to myself, climbing up the nest and not disturbing the dodos. They are mean, I will understand that and move on. Their nests seemed empty, and those with items inside didn't have anything amulet like.

As I climbed down I felt something whizzing past my neck, killing an unfortunate dodo behind me. I grabbed my dagger and jumped down from the nest, scaring even more dodos.

"Who's there?! Thief?" I demanded, showing whoever that I had a weapon. There was silence, but after a while a man appeared from the trees, and my heart stopped.

This was the same man who trapped Lynx and threatened to kill her years ago. And potentially a thief. Wait no definitely.

Octavian.

#storm's calamity #poptropica story #poptropica

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thoughts-and-all-that · 2 years

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my brother is such a selfish prick

he has known me for all 19 years of my life and i dont even know the last time he asked me how i was doing. if i was alright

oh but his little fiance hes only known for like 2 years is somehow the most important person in this situation

yknow, i toootally didnt have a whole ass breakdown and thats why i yelled, but whatever. i didnt even say anything bad about her. i was calmly trying to ask something and these overgrown children started yelling at me and i was holding on by a frayed thread so i screamed back. all i said was "he keeps bringing me into this" and "im so fucking sick of this shit"

they cant just get over themselves and accept that if theyre going to stay part of this family they have to accept that the mother of my other brothers children is part of this family too whether we like it or not. if you hate her so much send her to a mental hospital where she belongs, but then id have to take care of the kids while my brother is at work and thats what caused this in the first place, cause i am not a fucking caretaker

i didnt like the idea of my oldest brother moving out and going off wherever before but now i hope for it so hes done rubbing his selfishness all over this house

as if they havent been pulling away anyway. we barely see them, he acts like he hates talking to dad, ive barely met who is now my niece

at first this situation was kindve haunting me but now im just pissed. of course its about other people, of course it doesnt matter how i feel, whats going on with ME. when does it matter in any got damn situation how i feel until i put my foot down and make people have to think about me for once.

also fun fact my oldest brother is a huge pissbaby and always gets pissy about everything and yells at the stupidest shit and slams doors over nothing cause he cant handle emotion but yknow, of course hes not the bad guy for yelling. only me. the one time ive yelled like EVER. classic, guys, its fucking classic

quite frankly i dont give a FUCK who is at fault for the drama between the girls, they just need to get over themselves and also LEAVE EVERYONE ELSE OUT OF IT. the selfish duo pretends they never brought me into it as if every comment they ever make to me about that girl isnt them bringing me into it. they never have a good thing to say and love making comments to me about how much of a bitch she is. but sure, you never brought me into it.

ive hesitated so much on my friends request to move into my house because of shit like this but i almost really want it to feel like theres any sense of sanity here, but thatd be so unfair to them at the same time. itd just be so nice to have someone in this house again who isnt some sort of fucking addict. i wish mom were still here. so sick of these people always going out to drink and gamble and whoever knows what and leaving me here to take care of the kids or they just expect me to just be chill i fucking guess

i wish the day i can move out will come faster, i beg for it. i should get a job but i cant drive and i dont have my ged. im so fucked. im so got damn fucked. every job sounds like shit anyway and doing the same miserable thing day in and day out makes me want to .

no one cares. no one ever cares. i scream to a void no matter what platform i speak on, no matter who i talk to, no matter what i say or do. i live in hell masquerading as something else. who the hell do i have to talk to to get a reset haha good place reference he he he he ha ha

im so tired.

#vent #personal #long post

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z3nitsusgf · 2 years

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WAAAA ive been lurking n quietly supporting ur fics (nearly all of them bc no matter the character or fandom ur writing n concepts have me sobbing throwing up creaming dying reincarnating n dying again)

SOO i rlly wanted to say thank u sm val for constantly supplying us with such good content honestly carrying the genshin dc community 🧎

however as we have pervy nerd albedo and discord mod xiao may i introduce to you closet degenerate kazuha ;;

kazuha the cutesy popular boy that nearly everyone has a crush on, that one guy the teachers adore, the one that turns heads wherever he goes (because c’mon, it’s kazuha! what do you mean you haven’t heard of him!?)— the designated driver who tells u its fine for u to get hammered dw reader, the one you’d trust your drink with n the one who even ur parents would approve of for sleepovers. but whenever you let him crash the night at yours, you always wake up with this weird taste in your mouth. or these few odd times that you woke up with a different pair of panties than the ones you fell asleep in. but it doesn’t matter because hey! look! kazuha made breakfast, what a sweetheart. so when he confesses his feelings to you, how could you refuse? he’s the most lovable boy you’ve ever met, straight husband material. poor little you doesn’t know what’s coming (literally) because all of a sudden, kazuha is sneaking you into empty classrooms telling you it’s fine, no one’s near and railing you so hard you have to skip your next class. sometimes he rambles on about how he finally won’t have to search for porn stars resembling you or how he won’t have to draw nsfw art of you himself (oh c’mon, he had the tools right there, how can you blame him!) kazuha who becomes this somehow adorable yet somewhat concerning overprotective boyfriend has all the tools at his disposal to never make you leave his side again. starting off he’d ruin the reputation of whoever wants to steal you away! oh that albedo guy? yeah, total nerd right? guess what, kazuha told me that he actually is a huge pervert— so gross. now no one even wants to look at him. xiao? oh right! kazuha said he apparently was super aggressive to him! who does he think he is? poor kazuha, he gets so much just for being himself... oh yeah. kazuha is a total mastermind and will do whatever it takes to keep you all to himself.

- 🍡 anon (if its not taken ofc!!!)

OH MY GOD IM GOING FERAL £]€,*\¥.

somno w/ perv kazuha and he’s sneakin into your room late at night, pushing aside your panties and kissing down your thighs. perv kazuha who swears he’s doing it bc he wants to see you happy, just wants a taste! and he’s spreadin your legs apart all slow and soft, making sure not ti wake you up, and he drags his tongue down the seam of your pussy, dipping the tip into your folds and trying not to moan out loud. perv kazuha who eats you out till you shiver and curl over, thighs trembling as you cream over his mouth. and perv kazuha kisses your clit and tucks your sopping wet panties back to normal <3

#not me giggling smh #genshin impact･ﾟ✧#—🍡 anon #valeries mailbox 📫#val.writes ❦#thirsts. ☁︎︎

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madewithspice · 2 years

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OK so what about Erwin relationship hc 🤔❤️

Erwin Smith relationship headcanons

Warnings: again cuss words

Nonnie are you the same one from the last time? Whoever you are, loveee you and thank you for the idea. Hope you like it <3

First of all he was the one who made the first move. Generally he makes the first moves when he has an interest to someone. I don't think it's pure confidence but he's just very straightforward and he won't hesitate to show it

He has a hard time showing his feelings. Hates the vulnerable side of him but as he gets to know you better, he will definitely open up. He'll regret it the first time he does but then he'll get more comfortable with sharing stuff. Be prepared for deep and meaningful conversations with this big baby

I see him as a relationship guy and not one time thing guy. Relationships for him are something serious and he will put his whole heart in them. He prefers to stay single if the criteria he set in his mind weren't set

He'll brag the shit out of you to anyone that comes across to him. He will find in every fucking conversation something to say about you. It's lowkey annoying to the others but he couldn't care less. He's so proud of you and having you that the rest of the world needs to know about it

Veryyy supportive of everything you do. You knit? He'll wear the sweaters, socks, gloves etc you made for him proudly in public and of course brag about it. "Oh this? My s/o made it". You are a plant parent? He'll buy you more plants, books about them and cute vases for you to put some flowers in. You are into drawing? He'll hang your drawing wherever he can

This might be a little self insert but I have to share this! If you are into astrology you'll understand. He's very confused about it and he'll say something like "what does the solar system got to do with my personality?" But after a while he'll send you zodiac posts about your signs. He'll try to guess someone's else sign with you "they were definitely a scorpio" "no that's definitely a Taurus person" etc. Also about the corny side that i love he'll use zodiac predictions to his advantage "So here it says Libra will receive many kisses today" kiss the baby

I believe he loves kisses. Not in public though. He prefers having those moments away from people's eyes. Back to the kisses. He loves to give and receive them. He gives a lot of forehead kisses to you (very difficult for me not to scream while writing this). He loves to receive every kind of kiss but I feel he prefers them on his lips because he's a passionate man and if he could he'd swallow you whole

About hugs. Ughhh look at him and tell me he doesn't give the best hugs? His hugs are so warm and comforting. Now imagine cuddling with him? Big arms around you squeezing the heck out of you. I'm melting. He's your personal heater for sure

I feel he gives the best massages too. Big hands kneading your shoulders to relieve you from the stress of all the day. It started as something casual but now you have every kind of oils your heart can think. He even did a research on techniques so he can make you feel better :( . He loves taking care of you (tried to keep this sfw be proud of me)

He has that parent thing. If you tell him you like something he'll go buy it but multiple the amount you got the first time. You like a certain juice? Good! You have 10 of them in your fridge now

Not a cheapskate when it comes to his dear. He'll spoil you with whatever you want without you even asking. You lay your eyes on something and the next day it's in your house. He loves to see you get excited about the gifts he buys you. Your expression worths way more than the items he bought

Internally screaming about this :))))

-Markie

#erwin smith #erwin x reader #aot headcanons #erwin smith headcanons #erwin headcanons #attack on titan erwin #erwin hcs

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Hi! I loved your jealousy hcs with Zoro, Shanks and Law!! Could I have the same for Sabo, Ace and Cavendish?

jealousy headcanons

w/sabo, ace, and cavendish

-I can’t really figure out/say whether he gets jealous or protective more often

-But on things for sure: he is a petty salty baby

-When he sees someone flirting with you he’ll act out two ways, he’ll stay leaning against a surface with an angry pout, or he’ll go and throw his arm around your shoulders and land a big SMOOCH on your cheek

-The most common thing he does is pout, could be angry, could be sad, you'll look over and notice him pouting and you quickly excuse yourself because how could you ignore that face

-Usually all it takes is kisses and hand holding and some "I love you"s

-he's often more of an observer, if whoever is taking your attention is under his jurisdiction or whatever, then sabo finds an excuse and sends him off somewhere

-or he'll do the pout thing until you go over or he's called away

-omg one time you were talking to another guy and sabo walked past with koala, he did that double take thing from cartoons and glared at the other man, koala had to literally drag him away by the collar because they had work to do

-he gets protective most of the time, he knows you can handle yourself but he can't help it, he's just naturally a protective person when it comes to the people he cares about

-in a situation where he gets protective, he'll place himself in front of you or behind the threat and it's usually easy enough when they see him because they know who he is

-let's be honest.. the crew flirts with you quite a bit ((and whitebeard finds it hilarious)) just because it messes with ace

-usually all he can do is watch and pout, or drag you away from the rowdy men, he get's a bit flustered because he doesn't want to fight his family but it's soo annoying and angering

-things he'll do when he's jealous because of someone that's not the crew, include kissing you, literally squeezing you against his chest like you're a plushy, throwing his arm around the shoulder of the other guy and grinning at him as he tells him to fuck off

-you don't actually have to do much or anything, ace just kisses you and you're good, unless it was a little more serious then he demands cuddles

-he can get quite insecure and we all know his reasoning, but he's not the "i'll just let them go type" he doesn't want to let you go

-it's never because he's insecure, i mean..

-he gets jealous when you show attention to someone else, whatever gender or sexual orientation, literally anyone

-sometimes he'll be off with a group of his admirers fawning over him and he'll look over at you and see you talking to another guy, his mood changes instantly and he stalks over with an unusual frown and pulls you away or makes it very clear you're dating him

-but he also tends to stay near you most of the time, despite his ego and love of being admired and surrounded by fans, he's very lovey dovey with you and prefers to hold you most of the time wherever he is ((he also just likes showing you off #powercouple))

-he'll also call you over away from a conversation and tilt to your chin up and give you a prolonged tender kiss making sure the man you were talking to sees this

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gothamitelove · 2 years

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I love you so much, every time I get a notification that you posted I go feral

Anyways, can I have Gotham! Jervis with a S/O who shrinks when they get scared or nervous?

Again, love you to death 💞

Sorry if this seems creepy because your requests just opened. if it does, sorry.

don't worry at all, anon, it's not creepy! <3 thank you! here you go :)

jervis tetch w/shrinking!s/o

gotham!jervis

he's very quick to comfort you, and snap at whoever's made you upset like this

sometimes you'll ride around in his pocket if he can't leave wherever you guys are right away so you don't get stepped on or anything.

but mostly he'll take you somewhere quiet so you can calm down and grow into your normal size again. whatever you need is absolutely alright with him

every time he will make it very clear that he loves you, and doesn't think any less of you for shrinking, if that's what you're worried about.

also whoever pissed you off is not only getting snapped at but probably curbstomped at a later date. nobody messes with you and gets away with it

arkhamverse!jervis

oh, he thinks it's cute. the size bit, not the how-you-get-to-be-that-size bit. (it's the alice in wonderland thing)

(you will end up having teeny tiny teacups and whatnot, by the way, just because jervis is extra like that and wants you to be comfortable regardless of your size.)

he'll get you away from the situation that's made you scared or nervous as fast as possible. screw manners at this point

also whoever did it will probably get a stern talking-to later. whether they'll take it seriously is another thing (but they definitely will when violence gets involved, which it very well could)

"i'm so sorry they upset you, dearest. never fear, your hatter will make everything right again."

this was so cute actually??? thanks for requesting, anon!

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thesolotomyhan · 3 years

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ramon arellano felix being jealous would include

a/n: continuing the jealously headcanons since some of you guys asked and well,,, i decided to make ramon the next one but listen i lowkey subconsciously feel like this es basura yet here i am uploading it so we’ll see

warnings: nsfw!

wow ok jealous ramon? ay dios mio is this hot tempered mf not going to be scared at all to make a whole ass scene if necessary

because if season 2 brought out his psychotic tendencies and heated levels of aggression?? season 3 introduced the above all taste of everything

because do you guys remember that recent scene at roxanne in s3 where some guy bumped into ramon which caused his shoes to get all stained and dirty??

and then it just proceeded into ramon getting into a fit and almost getting the guy killed just for that sole reason???

yeah so que dios ayude at the bozo that tried to get with you,, the princesa of tijuana

and woW so ill let you pick whatever route you want to take for this because,,,,

first the thought of you and ramon being exes with obvious feelings still there that anyone near the two of you could mistaken you both are still very much together is a path i feel like would happen with him

it would literally feel like a breakup between the two of you never happened you feel? and thats just something i vibe with right now

because while you both are essentially free to see whoever you want and wherever you want,, the spark of jealousy rising is something that i yearn because look the idea of you taking some poor guy to roxanne

who would have no idea you were ramon arellanos novia beforehand while he has his hands all over you

and all of this just so you could come over here and make ramon jealous since he was with some other viejas last week completely forgetting about your relationship because “ya no somos nada” is just making me swoon- un par de pinches toxicos alright

but if you want to take a different route say,,, you and ramon are very much together but maybe you just felt a little more confident tonight and all that-

and maybe this mf wouldve had some viejas going up to him all night acting like hes not acompañado with you,,

so you just deciding to push some of ramons buttons back while youre out here dancing on the floor with some guy behind you getting a little too close to you to be friendly-

just you acting all single to get a rise out of ramons pendejadas is just woW

but just listen any route you chose to take,, it will have this bitch doing a double take,, and blocking out any person or noise around him just so he could solely focus on you-

like oh my god,, do you guys know that scene with him on top of the table at roxanne after dinas wedding,, i would imagine him doing that,, all contento while he drinks and just pasandose a toda madre with the juniors around him

i just know as soon as his smile about being happy is up,, its fading away at that second when he spots you down on the dancefloor with some pendejos hands on your hips,,

just watching the way you would smile when your date leans in to whisper in your ear,, his arms beginning to encircle you-

like wow ramons doing that dead stare he does all the time setting his jaw in place as he watches the scene unfold in front of him and hes already running through so many ways he could break this cabrons hands in two for touching you like that- because whether his emotional ass realized it now or before,, tu eres su mujer and no one elses

just because i feel like he would struggle so fucking bad getting his feelings across to you which is why i say that -

and like him just blatantly ignoring the calling of his name because all he can really focus on is the temper rising internally in himself,,,

this grip on his champagne glass getting progressively harder and the heavy feeling of wanting to use his gun thats behind his pants when your dates face inches closer to your face-

and its like everything slows down for him because all i know is that ramon is fucking pissed that youre out here like nothing with someone new and not him,, lo abandonaste even tho this mf was the first one to start it,,

so him just finishing his drink,, his jaw fucking clenched as he throws his glass on the ground,, his tempered ass already pulling out his gun taking the safety off and all and just outright ignoring the voice calling his name out like que te pasa cabron?

him striding down the stairs with the juniors right behind him not hesitating to follow him

ayy no the way this man is parting the crowd with the thumping of the music matching his movements-

him not stalling to get in between the two of you and getting his face all up on your date like “oyes cabron, si esa es mi pinche mujer, quien vergas crees que eres”

and i can just imagine your date being this cocky mf sizing ramon up like “oh si? ella me dijo que no tenia novio, pero igual nomas me la cogo mas duro, seguro que no ay problema”

and padre santo if ramon wasnt pissed off enough already this man is riled up beyond belief because all i can imagine is the way ramon would sarcastically smile and just suddenly bring the butt of his gun up to hit this guys face like “pinche pendEJO”

him turning around and signaling for his guys to take care of your date outside, and him just giving you a once over, heat in his eyes and grabbing hold of your arm and dragging you away to one of the vips rooms in the back,,

not even giving you a second look when you try to pull away from him like “que pedo ramon, que te pasa”

i - the way he would pull you into the room after him,, shutting the door behind you two while he brings your body close to his,,, his hold not budging when you try to pull away like “no que ya no estamos juntos, porque chingados hiciste eso ramon -”

wow him not wanting to hear anymore of you because hes already leaning down towards you and kissing you to shut up,,

roughly pulling you back against him when he feels you try to pull away and wow its going to be one of this rushed not wanting to separate because of unsaid feelings makeouts ok,,,

i- both of you just out of breath when he pulls away,, you both silently staring at each other and just desperately leaning towards eachother again because you both love each other more than life youre just too hardheaded to admit it ,,

him just picking your legs up and wrapping them around his waist,, walking you both towards this desk,,,

and let me just say this now because this horny raging and frustrated mf is going to break you 10 different ways ok,,

hes just going to get rid of the feelings of your dates hands on your body with his instead,,,

and so just him at first having you laid out in front of him,, your legs wrapped around his waist while he drives his hips into you,, him holding your arms right next to your head, not letting you look away from him otherwise hes stopping all of his movements -i

him placing his hand on your throat going “de quien eres bebe? de ese pendejo?” like wanting you to say his name and completely forget whoever you came here with-

woW him unwrapping your legs from around his waist,, spreading your legs out with his hands holding the underside of your thighs,,,

pulling your body down to him and watching the way your soft pussy takes him as he drills into you again and again-

him possessively watching the way you move your hands to play with your breasts,, whining out his name as your eyes roll back before you desperately open them back up again to look at him through your tears of pleasure as he picks one of your legs up over his shoulder-

one of his hands planting onto your stomach,, so he can bury himself even more into you,, his rough thrusts making your body bounce up everytime -im

him mesmerized with the way you would crease your eyebrows together,, your high pitched whines of his name filling the air,, your trembling body just fucking shaking with the way hes devastatingly filling you up-

y alguien ayude because if you even thought he was going to let you cum after the shit you pulled and him being jealous with the emotional range he has?? think again

because hes going to edge you all fucking night until you forget how to even think and walk,,

not letting you cum even if youre starting to have tears of pleasure and frustration roll down your cheeks because even as soon as he feels you start to tense up and start to squeeze his cock even tighter with your orgasm approaching-

este cabron is just stopping everything and all movements with his cock buried deep inside of you,,

smirking down at your wrecked form on the verge of losing your mind when you cry out at the lost build up

probably drooling while he moves this thumb to gently massage your swollen and weeping clit ,, holding your hips down with his other hand so you cant move your hips up into him like “nomas las niñas buenas se pueden venir, princesa” i good fuckinG BYE

porque all i know is that hes keeping that shit up for as long as he wants until all you remember to say is his name all slurred,, and just him reminding you that nomas el te ama and that hes the only one that can have you like this,,

claiming you and just straight up reminding you over and over again that youre his,, hes ruining you for anyone else - im

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mayaflowerxs · 3 years

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Okay could you have wayv reaction to a fan being beat up in front or them like physically attacked? If it's too violent I understand I'm just In need of comfort. And have them hug and comfort her too ? I really like cute nicknames if you could add them in. And if you can't I'll request something else but if I do request something else it would still be of Wayv comforting a fan. in some type of way.

REACTION TO FAN BEING ATTACKED

Warning: Angst, swear word usage but gets fluffy? In the end. Hope you enjoy and thanks for the request also sorry if it’s ass I really tried :(

Pairing: Wayv x reader

Kun:

Okay Kun I feel like he would be shocked at the fact that he’s seeing a fan literally getting attacked right in front of his eyes but would react just as quickly. Like even if they are bombarded and a body guard at his side telling him to keep moving forward he simply wouldn’t you know? He’d dodge the body guards arm and just rush over to you. Shoving through the large crowd that are touching him and taking pictures while pulling away whoever is hurting you. With the most serious face ever he’d help you up and glare at whoever hurt you. Literally wants to vomit at the sight of seeing this person who attacked you suddenly wanting to suck up to him. When his body guards came back to grab him, he’d hold the fan’s hand and gently have them follow him. Honestly would most likely not let them go off until said fan is away from the mob and under his care. Goes full on dad mode not gonna lie. Like constantly asking for tissues, water, a fan anything to help them feel better. With a soft voice I can see him cup their face and straight up go, “You okay sweetheart?”🥺 Wherever he needs to be next he won’t go until he’s like 1000 % sure they’re okay and walking away with a small smile at least. In his head, he kinda hopes to run into them again just to see if they’re truly doing okay, and if it does happen he gets the brightest grin when seeing them cheerful and joyous again. Immediately taking off the weight of worry off his shoulders

Ten:

I feel like he’d be the type to be so angry but wouldn’t really verbalize it. Like full on death glaring at the asshole who laid their fingers on his fan, and if they were a fan too immediately dead to them. Yes it’s a bit harsh but how can he continue seeing them as his supporter when they’re out here hurting another fan? He’d most likely yell at the the person responsible for injuring you, not caring he’s going to get in trouble later for raising his voice knowing the media would most likely twist the truth around and make him seem the bad guy. But honestly wouldn’t care what the company thinks, he’s accompany you to a bathroom far away from anyone. I see him as the one to run after whatever utilities you needed. Water? Be right back. Wipes? Let me just run to a staff real quick 🏃 He’d be totally worried but because of it he’d use humor as his coping mechanism. Swear I can see Ten say some stupid shit like, “Now you can look like that one lion from The Lion King huh?” Face palm as soon as it registers through his head but doesn’t sweat it when he sees he successfully put a smile on their face. When leaving he’d watch them walk off but tell security to have an empty path for them, it isn’t until they’re out of view is when he can walk away a bit more calmer.

Winwin:

I really see Winwin as the one who would feel conflicted. Like he sees a fan of his is getting hurt but doesn’t know if the right thing to do is just to completely ditch whatever he’s doing with the group to help you or just inform security a fan somewhere in the large crowd is getting beaten up. At one point he feels like tapping one of the guys shoulder and inform them what’s going on but it isn’t until he sees the first drop of blood is when he no longer has conflicting thoughts. Springing to action, he’d make space, arms wide and telling fans softly to step back. Low key freaking out since it’s a large crowd that is nothing but a bunch of screaming fans yelling and desperately trying to touch him while he’s trying to make his way over to the injured fan. He’d crouch and hug them, most likely trying to hide them away from the hundreds of phones trying to record the situation. Wouldn’t let go of them from the spot that they are in to somewhere quiet and safe. He’d feel a bit awkward since he doesn’t really know what the right choice of words are and doesn’t want to offend them so he would be the type to just show items at them and see if they accept it or not. Like shyly holding rubbing alcohol with worried eyes, working up a small sweat but feels relieved when they accept it. While they’re cleaning up their wounds he’d gently unwrap a bandaid and silent ask for permission to put it on them. When parting ways, he’d walk them to the most safest place where he knows they would be away from the crazy mob, hand in theirs he would squeeze it softly to comfort them. With a quiet, “Be safe please.” He’d nervously watch them walk away, heck he might even get scolded for constantly biting his nails because that’s how nervous he is for their safety now that they left. Eyes constantly searching for theirs in the crowd, finally relaxes when seeing them either at the front or back where he knows their safety is more assured than anything else.

Lucas:

Okay seriously I think Lucas would go from this big bubbly giant to an angry one in like a second. He feels this wrath growing having to see them get beaten badly, he shoves whoever hurt you enough to make sure they got the idea to f off. Would demand security to get rid of the ass who hurt them and scoff as they try to sweet talk their way out of getting kicked out. Eyes quickly softening when he checks over at the fan, constant ‘are you okay’ and ‘how do you feel’s would be spewed out. Would have staff check you because he thinks it’s the best option and would sit by their side the entire time. Arm rubbing up their bicep as he hands you anything you ask for. “You sure you’re okay?” He would say for the hundredth time. Even when a giggle escapes their lips and assure him they’re okay, he still can’t help but feel worried for them. If it was a concert, he would have them stand up front wanting to keep his eye on them. At the end, he would raise a thumbs up to them silently asking if they’re good and when he gets a thumbs up in response, the biggest grin appears on his face. So glad they’re doing okay :(

Xiaojun:

The pettiest most judgmental look would be thrown at the person who laid a finger on you. Wouldn’t realize he spat out an insult at them because he was more focused in helping the fan get up. Arm around them, he’d become protective of them. Give a stern look at anyone who tried to touch them while he was trying to get them away from the scene. He’d have the sit down while he goes and fetched everything. While the fan would reassure him they’re okay, he would shake his head and continue attending their wounds. Feel terrible by the state they are in, I feel like he’d give them something in return you know? Like the fact that they got hurt because they came to see him just seemed so unfair, probably would give you something exclusive of Wayv and if he came up empty handed he would give you his necklace or anything if jewelry of his. A huge grin would appear on his face when he sees you okay, well and happily showing off the beautiful jewelry he gifted to you. Kinda seems like the type to go on Bubble and ask the fan he rescued if they’re doing alright. “Hope you’re doing alright, sweet dreams :)”

Hendery:

The most serious you’d ever see him be. He’d also be silent most of the time just silently watching as the staff attend to you, it isn’t until he gets a moment alone with you does he sigh and tell you how terrible he feels. He’d feel bad for not stopping it sooner, even worse arriving there late when you had gotten pretty beaten up. I see him as someone who gets too caught up in his emotions he starts to freak out and fumble a lot. Probably walking back and forth so much the fan would get dizzy seeing him move so fast. Express just how angry he is to seeing someone have to audacity to hurt you just for simply wanting to see him and the guys. It isn’t until the fan grabs his attention, he hugs them. Rocking them side to side as he reassures them it won’t happen again. “You can get front row seats if you’d feel more comfortable? I know it would make me feel more at ease. Yeah?” After a while once they’re doing okay and it’s time for him to get going he would ask them if they’re doing okay one last time. “You sure?” Raising his hand for them to high five, they would laugh and high five him. Nodding and telling him to go, he would agree. “Better see you up front!” He shouts before walking off. And like them two had discussed he sees them there and enjoys the night seeing the happiness back on their face. I also see him become very expressive on Instagram saying how he never wants to see another fan of his hurt and would try harder to make sure the safety of Wayzennie’s are more secured.

Yangyang:

Feel like he’d be the most emotional. One to raise his voice at the crowd to back up while he gets help for the fan, might even have to leave the room when he sees you get treatment. Hating to see the purple marks and blood on you. One other member would probably have to console him and once he’s okay he rushes to see he you’re doing. Honestly seeing how brutally injured his fan got was just overly traumatic he wishes for it to never happen again. “Please tell me you’re okay?” He asks with worried red eyes, “I’m okay” they’d say but he’d still stick by their side. When it’s time to depart you’d hear him go, “Please be careful with them!” Become more aware of his crowd and constantly keep on watch to see if there’s anyone else who might be getting hurt.

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moemammon · 3 years

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The Demon Brothers vs an Obstacle Course

(You know, one of those foam filled monstrosities with all the stuff in the way, the things to hop on and crawl under, that stuff.)

Lucifer-

This man would take some convincing to actually get him to run the course. He's not really the type that likes running frantically through a multicolored maze.

But! Thanks to your persuasive powers and endless grace (or whining, etc), he begrudgingly agrees.

Besides, any chance to show his skills is a welcomed one. He's not quiet a showoff, but he hardly turns down a challenge.

And man, he makes this obstacle course look like child's play. One second he's at the start, and the next thing you know he's flying past you.

He's gone.

He's already finished. Did you really think you'd beat him though?

For a guy who said this sorta thing was "Pointless and childish", he sure did take it seriously

Kinda sus if you ask me

And that cocky look he's giving you... should you be annoyed or aroused? 🤔

Mammon-

He is HYPED.

Mammon pegs me as an adrenaline junky so he doesn't refuse. He loves stuff like this!

He's usually the one that takes you out to do stuff, so he's excited when you suggest running an obstacle course!

Extra as hell so he's dressed in light clothes SPECIFICALLY for speed

And man, he's practically bouncing off the walls. Makes it a point to brag about how many obstacle courses he's ran in the past

"If it's a human world obstacle course, it'll be a cinch! Somethin' like that's nothing to the Great Mammon!"

Definitely makes this into a money-based competition. "Loser's gotta pay for lunch after this, alright?" Probably didn't even bring his wallet smh

Runs as fast as he can the moment the whistle blows, and immediately gets his leg stuck on a climbing net and has to be rescued

"Ya didn't see that, ya hear me?! I didn't get stuck or anythin'! I was just.... I dropped something, so I went down there to grab it! There's no way I'd get tangled up in a dumb thing like that!

Ok mammon whatever you say ily

Then proceeds to yeet you into the foam cube pit so he can get the upper hand

Leviathan-

Levi refuses. Gomenasorry.

But seriously, how did you manage to get this guy out of his room for something like this?

He doesn't even know why you asked him. Does he look like he likes running around getting all gross and sweaty, just for a pat on the back and a sticker for participation??

Now if you bribe him by promising to buy him that new Ruri-chan figure that's only been released in the human world, then he miiiight peel himself out of his bathtub to go with you.

And when he's actually running the course, he finds that it's pretty fun..! For the most part. He's not a huge fan of getting hit in the face by foam stuff.

But when you suggest that the two of you treat it like you're winding through the Accursed Forest in search of the Sword of Resurrection, he's suddenly weirdly good at getting through the course.

It's supposed to be a race, but you're his Henry so there's no way he can abandon you! May or may not be an excuse to hold your hand too

He's not the fastest though, but he means well. Probably Naruto runs

Satan-

Something like this isn't really Satan's idea of a good time, but can he really say no to that face?

You've begged him all week to come with you, and he's finally giving in. If the two of you can go for a peaceful dinner date afterward, to end the evening on a chill note.

He's read a few things about human pastimes and public sports, and obstacle courses sort of fall into those categories, right?

He doesn't get the appeal, but it can't hurt!

And it's not unusual to think that Satan would be good at avoiding all the stuff in his way, right? Sure he gets smacked from time to time, but have you seen his room??

This man lives in a labyrinth of books. He's no stranger to squeezing around stuff.

He's not super competitive though so he pauses every now and then to make sure you haven't fallen into a foam abyss or something

Honestly a real gentleman even though this is supposed to be a competition

Satan just wants to have a good time hanging out with you, even if he doesn't really care for stuff like this 💕

Asmodeus-

Uhhhhh

Running around and getting sweaty??

Having to hop, climb, and crawl around???

And getting nothing out of it except a broken nail, dirty clothes, and messy hair?????

Hard pass. Sorry, leave a voicemail after the tone ✌️

Okay, but if by some miracle you ACTUALLY manage to get this man to run an obstacle course with you, you deserve a medal

And surprisingly, he actually has fun with it!

Looking beautiful isn't his only fixation, you know. He likes to have fun too!

Especially if he can get all hot and sweaty with you ;;;;)););););;)););))

For a man that always seems to be nothing but graceful, he can't seem to win in this obstacle course.

You're trying so hard not to laugh while you watch him strain to climb up robes, awkwardly crab walk under things as to avoid touching them with his new outfit, and stand still for ten minutes straight just to fix his hair

At this rate you might as well just let him piggyback you to the finish

Beelzebub-

This hulk of a man is not built for agility and grace so he will 100% just barrel through the obstacles. I want to see him run full speed toward the finish like with like, pieces of foam and stuff all over his clothes from ripping apart all the stuff in his way

He plays the devildom's equivalent to American football so it's not like there's anything that can stop him.

Especially if there's the promise of an edible reward for whoever wins? He's gonna get to the finish first if it's the last thing he does.

He zooms past you and mutters a rushed "Sorry MC". He doesn't mean to hurt your pride, but he wanna wIN.

And as soon as he passes the finish line, he'll turn right back around to go get you, wherever you might be in the course.

He technically won, so now he'll go pick you up so you can make good on your promise to feed him

Carries you off into the sunset like a princess to the nearest McDonald's

Belphagor-

How did you manage to wake him up

Furthermore, how did you manage to convince him to do something so physically demanding

You must have something hanging over his head, because there's not much in this world that would convince him to run an obstacle course

Probably wouldn't do it even if Beel asked, because Beel wouldn't ask

You've gotta be okay with carrying him tbh

Otherwise he'll vouche for watching you run around

He's having fun as long as you are

Probably lays on one of the soft spots on the obstacle course and naps

That's the closest he's getting to participating 💕

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sorry-i-ship-drarry · 3 years

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Please do 8th, I am a whore for that one!! 😗

Bitter addiction

For @drarry-is-my-therapy | Dialogueprompt: " if you bite that lip one more time, I'm going to go it for you "

⚠️- SMUT | TANGLED FEELINGS | JEALOUSY | TOP HARRY |

Someone wise said There’s a fine line between love and hate, so fine that it may even seem like a point if far into deep. And so exists a very fine line between love and lust, much mistaken often to be the same. Combining the three, love, hate and lust, were what harry felt for draco. He hated draco, loathed with every single atomic matter that ran in his veins, his muscles and his psychological being and yet he loved the way draco was, they way everything about him screamed ' watch me', effortless in every sense, like he must've been curated by Michael Angelo himself, and harry loved him like he loved the hate he had for him. The man could snap a finger and he would be the hottest, most beautiful man in any room, just like an angel had himself come down to show mercy on harry and then there was lust. The most dangerous of them all. For once harry could handle the love and the absolute hate, but lust, it drove him crazy. It kept him up nights after night in relentless sighs, moaning and whispering his name like a prayer he'd learnt since he was a child. And above all, he hated that Draco made him feel.

Harry had been with men and women, woken up with strangers and had scattered them away but that one drunken night after work had transitioned into a fixed memory, as if everyone had after him was based on such evaluation, that everyone after him would have to be analytically better than him, but he had no competition. He was one of his kind, only one of who could make harry desperate to have him writhing under him and that was Draco. Harry remembers that night vividly when they had stumbled from the bar, to the kitchen in Harry's place, sloppily kissing each other, with moans emerging out of them like a rhyme to a poetry, and the hands all over each other. He remembers kissing the side of Draco's neck, hearing that grunt that made him groan in pleasure that sent fireworks across his body and all how Draco humped for the tiniest of friction between their bodies. One thing after another, Draco was lying under Harry, moaning for more, his eyes sparkling with the tears of pleasure as he asked Harry to go faster, like he meant it and harry remembered going on and on until the last of his breath gave out and he collapsed on top of Draco, marking his neck with hickey's in hopes that he may never forget the wondrous night.

But Draco had left much before Harry could've asked him anything and harry knew the sign too well, being the one who did it too often himself. He went to work that very next morning, not seeing Draco, even though they shared a room and even the same case but all Harry thought of was the pleasured look on Draco's face.

But they never discussed that night, as if so it was only a drunken mistake and nothing was left to talk about. Harry knew it then to never get involved with Draco, yet somehow, there he was with Draco's hands pinned against the bed above his head with one of Harry's hand resting over his little waist as he fucked Draco with so much of a pleasure.

But this time, Draco left before morning with a note " thanks for a great night ~ D.m."

Harry didn't know if he should've replied or not, but somehow decided he'd talk with him over work. But like last week, he couldn't, not because there wasn't anything left off to do but because he had Found him Flirting with Jackson in Muggle artifacts department.

This happened 3 more times in total when Harry had let down his so pulled up guard with only simple words that Draco Whispered in his ears when they'd dance " I want you, harry "

It was as if, Draco too was addicted with the pleasure of feeling Harry's soft, tanned skin against his, feeling his arms as Harry fucked him over the bed, feeling of his hands being pinned and seeing in Harry's eyes. Maybe it was bitter addiction to both of them, but it was addiction.

" he's playing on something " Ron had warned harry when Harry had tried to seek some advice while they were on a usual 'bitch about' session.

" what exactly could he even play at ?"

" I don't know Harry, maybe he's wanting you to reach out to him or definitely playing hard to get. Whatever it is, it seems like friends with benefits, only you don't know how if it really is your case " Ron explained as he squinted his eyes from the narrow beam of sunlight that hit his eyes

" why would he even do that ?" Harry sighed as he slumped further in his chair " I mean I'm fine with friends with Benefits but if that's what it is, I need to know "

" you're fine with friend's with benefits?" Ron asked as though he was surprised

" I mean- yeah. It's not like it's total shit. I mean yes there's a risk of actually liking him but what most plausibly could go wrong now. I hate him, yet I like him too "

" hm- you guys always have had a pretty weird relationship " Ron hummed playing with the crystal ball from his table

" I don't know. I'd Just like to know whatever it is that we have, like is it like exclusive or friend's with benefits or if it's just some random hook-"

" is he a jealous guy ?" Ron suddenly asked leaning forward as though he was finally attentive

" what ? "

" is he the jealous type of guy ?" He asked

" I- I don't know. I haven't seen him being potentially jealous of someone around me, although he does make sure that everyone watches him when he dances with me, but I don't think that's him trying to make anyone jealous " harry shrugged

" what's your point anyways ?" Harry asked crossing his legs

" you guy's are not exclusive, not that you two know and knowing you two both won't talk about it, make it seem like whatever you two have is exclusive"

" how exactly ?" Harry asked furrowing his eyebrows

" let's say, the next time you guys hook up, you stay up, or something, tell him to go Maybe and that someone's coming over " Ron suggested

" that's a shit suggestion but I agree on what you're trying to get on. I just have to make him jealous " harry hummed as he stared at the wall behind him

" exactly. Now you just have to find someone to actually make him jealous through "

" and who would that be ?"

" hey, ron can I talk to you for a mom- oh, send me a memo, whenever you're free "

Harry looked at Ron curiously as though the wildest idea came into his head " Blaise? You got a moment ?"

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Harry grinded his body against Draco's as they danced to the low music of the bar they had gotten drunk in like every other time it happened. Harry enjoyed the sensation of feeling Draco's hands over his side's, his body pressed against his own, his breath fanning over Harry neck, swaying his body with Harry's moves and then, there it was,

" I want you, harry "

Harry smirked to himself as he still danced against Draco, ignoring the uncontrollable urge to disapparate them to his bedroom.

" I'm sorry but I got a date in a few minutes " harry replied, his voice coming more of a rasp

Draco's Hands suddenly stopped swaying, his body becoming slightly stiffer as he mumbled " you got a date?"

Harry smirked to himself as he turned around " yes, a date. I'll see you around Draco" he winked and walked off to the bar, ordering one drinking, gulping it away and then he met Blaise.

Harry made it so much sure that draco definitely saw Harry Flirtatiously Whispering in Blaise ears. And grinned happily when he found Draco was watching, with a stern face.

The whole pretend with Blaise and dodging draco went on for 2 week until Draco had to ask, he just had to.

" what's the deal between you and Blaise ?" Draco narrowed his eyes from across the table at harry as he pushed back his chair to lean backwards

Harry looked down from where he was standing finding some file with an amused smile " nothing special. Why do you ask ?"

" no reason, apart from the fact that it seems unrealistic. Like it's staged " Draco tilted his head for emphasis.

" staged ? Looks like someone can't digest that I'm with someone " harry snickered softly as he stacked away files

" then tell me what Exactly of an item even are you and him ?" Draco asked, merely curious, perhaps more.

" nothing exclusive. Random hook ups. A few dates. Why are you suddenly so curious about me and Blaise ? Are you, perhaps, jealous ?" Harry looked at Draco with a mocking smirk

" jealous! Why would I be ?"

" I don't know, maybe the fact that I'm not just with you but with someone else too" Harry's Voice densed as he stepped closer to the chair draco was sitting on.

" why should that bother me ? We're not exclusive " Draco looked anywhere but Harry's face, as if he felt slightly embarrassed.

" exactly. So it's my business however I like to fuck Blaise, against the wall or against the bed. And that shouldn't bother you " harry smirked as he put his hands over the sides of Draco's chair, leaning down to face Draco.

" it's none of my business " Draco gulped as he stared at the proximity of their faces

" not your business, right. Then you won't mind if i tell you we hooked up after the last time we hooked up ?" Harry asked as he tried his best to stare at Draco's lips without wanting to kiss them.

" nope. Not my business. You're at perfect liberty to kiss whoever you want, whenever you want and wherever you want " Draco replied without taking his eyes off Harry's lips, as though if Harry leaned anymore closer he won't be able to resist himself.

" and how I kiss, right. It won't bother you if I kiss over his neck, give him a hickey as he moans, right. It won't bother you if I told you that I kissed him behind the building, made out even, or the fact that I kissed him when I fucked him last night or that I bit his lips, licked his lips and passionately kissed him with tongue with the desperation to just Rip each others clothes off with and just fuck until our breaths gave out like I fucked you against the bed, with your hands pinned above your head while you kept moaning my name and begging me to go faster. It won't bother you if I said, I did it with him too " harry rasped

" y- yes. It doesn't bother me " Draco swallowed.

" good then" and harry walked away back to stacking his files up in the rack again.

" I suppose you'd be bringing him to ministry dinner ? Rockwall's retirement dinner?" Draco had asked at the end of the day just before they left

" who ?"

" Blaise " he could've sworn Draco smirked before he had turned away to pick up his coat from the stand.

Harry frowned before he realised why he would " oh, I- no. We're not that public kind of couple sort of thing yet so. I'll ask him though"

" you should bring him " Draco had smiled mockingly before he walked out of the door, leaving Harry to fetch his own coat and bags.

" what's he playing at now ?" Harry furiously Whispered to himself as he left for home.

He didn't figure out what Exactly Draco was playing at until the very day of the ministry dinner and they were sat at the far end of the table, facing each other. Everything seemed fine until during the middle of the dinner, Harry not so subtly jerked on the feeling of something going up his legs. He apologized across the table until he noticed Draco sitting on opposite side as if he was satisfied with something and harry just knew, it was going to be one heck of a night.

He tried hard but Harry was forced to watch Draco eat, as he swirled his tongue around that of a cherry, tying it in a knot in mouths before he popped it into his mouth maintaining an eye contact with harry. It wasn't as if harry didn't had a choice, he had, he could simply look away from watching Draco sucking on straw rather seductively, eating a cherry or licking his fingers, but he couldn't simply resist because of the tension it forced down Harry. He was forced to watch Draco eat because if he didn't, he felt the world would implode with the energy between them. Draco too made sure harry was watching him and when he finally did take his eyes off him while eating, he travelled his legs up Harry's legs, slowly and carefully, causing a tingling sensation as he bit his lip. With almost a yelp, harry held the corner of the table tightly as his knuckles turned white, controlling himself. He wanted Draco to stop doing whatever he was trying to do but lord was he mesmerised with Draco biting his lips anytime Harry looked at him. It drove him crazy, more on the fact that he couldn't do anything about it.

Harry allowed everything to go as Draco until he was sure he felt something brush against his zipper. Harry almost grasped it, without a catch because there wasn't anything to catch. Suspecting Draco must be behind, as he was, he looked at him, glared at him more like to stop doing it, when he felt the tingling sensation again with Draco much juice-ly biting his lip with a wink and harry was done..

" would you all excuse. I have to use the washroom " harry immediately rushed to the washrooms, closing the door behind and breathed heavily. He stared down his pants, a much clearly visible boner had taken place because of Draco's mischievous behaviour and somehow harry loved it. He loved the tension, the lust and all the sexual energy there was. But sat in a ministry dinner he couldn't afford to have a boner or have inappropriate thoughts of fucking Draco right there because of how highly unethical it was.

Harry pushed himself away from the door, clearing his mind as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, his body relaxing little by little. To do at least something while he relaxed further, he washed his hands and just then he heard the door unlock.

" they're missing you out there " he smirked as he closed the door behind him, locking it with his back pressed against it, arms crossing in front.

" fuck off Draco " harry rolled his eyes as he closed off the Tap, taking the tissue and drying his hand.

" oh we got a little Arousal " Draco teased as he had seen Harry's pants. Harry blushed in embarrassment but didn't deter.

" because of you " Harry rolled his eyes turning around, pocketing his hands. Draco pushed himself from the door, walking towards Harry leaned over the sink, his back facing the mirrors.

Draco with lustful intentions, grabbed Harry's tie pulling him closer " I'm very glad then " he smirked as he swiftly tried to way his hands down Harry's body

" Draco-" harry rasped getting hold of Draco's hand, stopping it from going further

Draco smirked as he leaned over to Harry's ear, Whispering " I've got you Harry "

Draco bit his lip as he leaned backwards to watch harry trying to control his breathing as he was forced to watch Draco's lips.

" what you gonna do now ?" Draco seductively questioned as he moved his other hand to immediately cup Harry's pants.

" fuck " harry gasped as he tried to hold of Draco's hands but was pinned behind him with Draco's hold.

" i knew you and Blaise were never a thing"

Draco bit his lip as he cupped a little tighter than before, feeling how hard Harry have became in such a short span of time since he came in the washroom.

" I swear Draco, If you're going to bite that lip one more time, I'm going to do it for you " Harry's Voice deepened as he stayed there watching Draco with lust.

Draco smirked as he licked his lip and bit them again but a warning been given once, harry didn't waste time in pining Draco against the wall by their side in a few seconds that Draco didn't see it coming however he wasn't surprised.

" I warned you " harry purred

" who said I didn't want you to " Draco smirked. Harry only looked at him for a second before he pulled draco into a much awaited long kiss of lustful passion embodying their tongues in little battle of dominance. But once gave in, Draco never again stood a chance against the dominant harry, biting off Draco's lip without a care in the world only to hear him make the same sound he always did whenever harry found his lips over Draco. It was as if their lips were designed, but only for them, like they were made to be kissed by no one but them. Harry knew Draco was giving in because he liked it,he liked it when Harry was rough, he liked it when Harry took control because it was unexpected of whatever Harry would do and Draco loved it. He loved the passion, the desire, the desperation Harry's mouth held as they finely pressed against his as if his tongue was trying to write a letter over his mouth. And they kissed like they Only had other's air to survive on. They kissed like never before.

" admit it, you were jealous " Harry teased as he bit Draco's bottom lips, his body adjusted betweens Harry's leg as he was sat over the sink

" in your dreams potter " Draco moaned tugging the end of the roots of Harry's hair.

" you are a lot more than just jealous in my dreams malfoy " harry purred as he kissed him again, much nastily this time, as if it was a necessity.

" show me all you got " Draco moaned into his mouth and harry wasted no further time in apparating them to his bedroom without thinking of anyone at the party or what would he explain or how would he in the first place. All he cared right now was Draco, and his tangled feelings for him.

" you sure ?" Harry had asked only once after they had messily taken off each other's shirt off, now lost somewhere in the puddle of clothes while he was on top of Draco.

" never been more " Draco moaned before he pulled harry down into another messy kiss and slipped into the intimacy of moaning his name as they fucked again over his bed, only this time it was more than just fucking, Maybe it always had been more than just fucking to them. It might've been Making love, who knew, not even them, they were just hormonal men seeking desires to be fulfilled.

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