#and the thing that absolutely wrecks me with just about anyone is a genuine cute smile. oh my god. HELP

[sribbles-drabbles]

Hi i stumbled upon you blog and really like your content . ^^

if you get the chance can you do headcanons for BSD. Thanks if you can.

OOOO absolutely!!! I decided to do just some HC's for Sokoku and Shin-Sokoku with a basic gender Neutral S/O!!

Chuuya, Dazai, Akutagawa, Atsushi (separate) x GN!reader

❤️‍🩹Dazai❤️‍🩹

How does one date Osamu Dazai?

You just try your best to fit in with his eccentric personality, amazing mind, and dark past.

You met Dazai through work, as a secretary for the police, and Dazai had come in with a culprit who he and his partner Kunikida caught.

He bragged to you about how he did most of the work, only to receive a smack to the back of the head from his partner.

You laugh, thanking him for his hard work, and your smile struck through his entire being like lightning.

A smile so genuine, so keen, and your eyes that seem to cut him, look through him, unravel him.

He hasn't met anyone like you since Oda.

And from this meeting onward, he comes by the station often to flirt with you.

He'll ask you out over and over until you accept.

Once you accept, there's no going back. He breaks into your apartment often to make dinner, or meets you once you get off work to walk you home.

He'll always ask you to stay the night, not even for sex, but just to cuddle you.

He's oddly enough never invited you to a double...y'know

Mostly because he forms a protectiveness over you and the thought of you dying, especially due to his cohesion is terrifying.

He's often like a cat, and likes his hair played with as he lays his head in your lap.

you often provide him comfort and shelter from his own mind and dark thoughts, even if a temporary distraction it provides relief that he's absolutely grateful for.

Also touch starved, so he's very fond of PDA, he's possessive and just loves the feeling of you against him.

Dazai is a loving and selfish man who desires all of your attention and love, and will give you all he has in return.

🎩Chuuya🎩

You met Chuuya at a bar unsurprisingly

He sat at the barstool of a very bougie bar owned by the port mafia, drinking some expensive Lambrusco

then you sat next to him, calling over the bartender, and ordering a martini

eyes red and puffy, (if you wear makeup then mascara running)

Chuuya looks over at you, setting down his wine, then darts his eyes back straight, trying to avoid getting involved.

He's not exactly the best man when it comes to emotions, especially when it involves crying

If you apologize to him for looking like wreck he'll sigh, groan even, making you feel worse but then ask what happened

you tell him that you got stood up, and his face turns into even more of a annoyed and pissed off scowl

He'll admit, you were cute. So cute as in fact that it felt like a damn crime that you got stood up by a jackass!

Oh no he was drunker than he thought, and in his intoxicated state, he offers something, something that normal Chuuya Nakahara would never...

"Pah, fuck him. Why not have a drink with me? I'll be your damn date..." he slurs.

This makes you blush and giggle, accepting his offer.

And what a great decision it was, you both had a great time, and you bring him back to your apartment. Nothing ensues however, as you both collapse onto the couch, snoring away.

Chuuya is the type of partner to ask you to move in pretty quickly after realizing that things are more than a fling and are more seriously due to the danger of this job.

It just makes it easier to protect you.

He's touch starved and often comes home late, simply discarding his clothes down to his boxers and crawling into bed with you, wrapping your heavy limbs around him.

Often also feels inadequate due to his lack of proper humanity, both as Arahabaki and a clone.

How can you love him when he's like this and can't always give you his attention?

However when you smile at him as we gets off work early, and walks into your shared apartment with take out in hand, he knowns where he's supposed to be.

🐯Atsushi🐯

Please be nice to him ✋😭

Honestly idk how ya’ll met, probably you were a client for the ADA and He for put on your case with another member.

Though rather than flirting with you on the spot like his superior, Atsushi keeps things very professional, despite how obviously attractive you are.

He subtly stares or makes goo goo eyes at you when you speak. Only to earn and Elbow by Junichiro who was but on the case with him.

When he notices what he was doing he’s SO EMBARRASSED and rushes off to the bathroom.

Once the case is solved you thank him and shake his hand and he nearly melts on the spot. You’re just so attractive and your hand is so warm…and-

“Ahem!! Let go of the nice person’s hand now Atsushi~” Dazai calls teasingly as he looks at you and you shoot him and awkward smile as he had been shaking your hand for nearly a minute now…

Oh he’s ready to crawl under a rock and DIE-

When you laugh good-naturally though he finds himself falling hard and fast.

The next thing he knows, you’ve given him your humber, and told him to call you so you two can set up a time to meet for coffee.

He blushes so hard as you leave and swallows thickly. He’s so nervous now, but that doesn’t stop him from calling you a week later.

He meets you for coffee and the two of you have a fantastic time. Would be better if Dazai, Ranpo, and Yosano weren’t in the booth behind him eves-dropping and making whispered comments, but what can ya do?

He’s the type to walk you home no matter if your bigger and stronger than him or not. Just a nervous and chivalrous lad. He knows you can probably handle yourself, but he likes to be extra cautious.

I think he’s old school in a lot of ways like this.

He’s so good to you though. Once you two are officially dating he’ll come to meet you at your work everyday to walk you home unless he absolutely can’t due to a mission, and if that happens he texts you asap with apologies and reminds you to have a nice night!!

If you complement in in anyway, especially physically he’ll melt but only half heartedly believe it.

Takes some serious work to get him to be less scared of himself or the concept of him ever hurting you though.

💀Akutagawa💀

So, you fell for Diablo himself.

Akutagawa is very much not an easy man to love and he knows that, so he's avoided romance and affection like the plague as we see with even Higuchi.

Thus when you join the port mafia as a new recruit and medic, he's shocked that he finds himself mesmerized by your form.

He immediately hates you. Despises you even.

Thus he avoids the Port Mafia doctors as best he can, feeling like if he gets to close to you, he'll kill you out of irritation, then get scolded for his lack of professionalism.

When he's finally forced to come in after a classic encounter with the weretiger and a large gash on his leg that causes him to limp, he's absolutely livid.

He had played off the injury very well, the limp not even being noticeable, to everyone but Higuchi, with her loud mouth.

He sits in front of you, as you take disinfectant to his leg, humming in concern as you do, and Akutagawa can't help but admire you.

You're to gentle in such a harsh profession.

You had just declared a man dead before treating him, and with your unshakable resolve, you treat him with steady hands, not a single tremble.

It confuses him how your bravery stems from desire to protect life rather than thriving in the stench of death like him.

It’s then that he begins to tolerate you and come to the Medic’s as needed. And believe me, he’s a regular with his medications for his coughing and all the injuries he gets from constant brawls.

When you treat his wounds or provide check-ups he begins to open up about his work…and h won’t admit it, but you doting on him makes him feel content.

You realize your feelings first, and when you tell him that you like him…he leaves. He straight up walks out on you.

He’s PANICKING. He realizes he feels the same and believes that makes him soft.

Starts avoiding you and the Clinic again and you think he hates you after telling him.

Soon he’s cornered by Chuuya for “moping and causing drama in the office”and the red-headed executive seems to smack some sense into him.

He finally comes to the clinic with a small thing of flowers. His only thought process being “People like flowers right? This is how someone with romantic interest would respond, yes?”

All in all his apology and subsequent confession is awkward as hell. You’re left dazed and confused by his somehow so blunt yet round about way of declaring his feelings.

#bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs dazai #bsd x reader #bsd atsushi #bsd atsushi x reader #atsushi nakajima #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa ryuunosuke #osamu dazai #dazai headcanons #chuuya imagines #atsushi headcanons #akutagawa headcanons

[lucidreamer-uwu]

Recently found you and love your work! Ok so this was a funny idea to me, an MC who is like, the sweetest being on the planet. Has never gotten angry. Couldn’t hurt a fly. Mistaken for an Angel. Then, some lesser demon insults the brothers one day, AND THEY GO HAM. ABSOLUTELY BESERK, BEATING THE DEMON TO THE PULP. Hope this isn’t to specific it just seems funny thinking about the demons reacting to the sweet as sugar MC beating up a demon who could easily eat them with no remorse, as if the brothers couldn’t stand up for themselves lol

Guardian Angel???

LUCIFER

It never bothered him what lesser demons thought of him. He's heard his fair share of insults, but he's never gotten as low as to retaliate. He'd only put himself to their levels and he had way too much pride on the line to do that. Plus, they're not worth his time anyway.

But when someone else defends him for the sake of his name??? His pride was astronomical.

At first, he'd be frozen in shock that you had that side of you. You got mad and full-on gave a lesser demon a flying kick to the face, easily knocking them out.

DANG he found it extremely attractive, but he had an image to keep. So after he snaps himself out of gazing at you in awe from the sidelines, he takes you by the arms to drag you away from the scene you had made despite you putting up a fight and trying to give the demon a few more hits.

He would lecture you about your behavior when you were out in public, but really, deep down inside, he didn't mind it one bit. If anything, he felt quite toasty inside that you even felt the need to defend him. He found it cute.

MAMMON

He was always used to insults. From his brothers, from the witches who backstab him, and anyone really. So he lets it slide every single time. He couldn't care less what anyone had to say about him anymore. He's heard it all before.

But when his sweet and innocent little human showed him an aggressive, violent side, just to defend HIM. Boy was he speechless.

Who are you, and what have you done to his precious baby MC???

He kinda liked how you always tried to keep the peace and defended him in a civilized manner towards his brothers, but seeing as you completely WRECKED that lesser demon who he hadn't even noticed was calling him names, his heart just couldn't take it.

He genuinely felt really important for once. No one has ever defended him like you did. And no one has ever FOUGHT someone just to protect his name!

Would have second thoughts about doing the right thing and pulling you out of the mess you've gotten yourself into or just letting you have at it. I mean, having HIS human fight for HIM wasn't such a bad sight to see~

LEVIATHAN

Levi was always one for downgrading and he was fine with it.

Like Mammon, he was used to how people called him a useless shut-in otaku who never amounted to anything.

Usually you'd only glare and fight back verbally for Levi's sake, but in this particular instant, you just snapped and completely lost it.

You would be yelling and throwing your fists at the lesser demon at school, enough to make a commotion and gather an audience.

Of course Levi would be extremely happy inside that you were defending his sorry butt, even though he was fully capable of doing so himself, but seeing this entirely different side of you throwing the whole profanity dictionary out there made his heart throb like crazy. He never knew you were hiding this side of you!

He'd be speechless at first and unable to move, but eventually he'd get himself to try to convince you to forget about the demon and get out of there before Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, or all three of them got involved in everything. He liked that new side of you, but he'd rather not let you get yourself into trouble trying to defend him.

SATAN

Satan practices not to rage over small, trivial things like insults from lesser demons so he's gotten the hang of ignoring most of them.

He thought that if you could keep your cool and maintain your sweet and angelic nature, then he could too. At least, he could try to for you.

When he sees you for the very first time throw your fists and threaten the most gruesome things to a lesser demon, he immediately freaks. What could they have said or done that got you, a sweet, angelic human, to lash out like that? It must have been something horrible, right?

He'd ask you and you'd tell him, just right before he shifts into his demon form and beats the lower demon into a pulp himself.

His face would turn a light shade of red and his heart would melt. His expression would soften, despite keeping his frown.

He'd tell you that the demon wasn't worth it. Then would proceed to pull you into a private spot to kiss and smother you with his pent up affection. You were extremely attractive when you let your wrath lose and he couldn't wait any longer to show you.

ASMODEUS

Asmo's first thought would be that maybe you were possessed by a demon. But he'd realize that that was just dumb. No one in the Devildom was stupid enough to do that. But why in the three realms are you acting so horribly attractive in a different kind of way??

The way your facial features transitioned from cute baby mode to complete war machine has got him wrapped around your little finger.

He didn't even bother to ask you why you were lashing out at a lesser demon at Majolish all of a sudden and out of the blue, until he finished taking a few photos and saving a couple of videos of the rare way you were acting as if you were some kind of animal.

The moment he does ask you though, he becomes filled with anger too and will help you beat some sense into the demon. How dare anyone even THINK to insult him!

That'd last for about a few minutes until Asmo composes himself and convinces you that they weren't worth your time and that they were just jealous of how gorgeous you two looked.

And with that, you both leave the lesser demon groveling on the ground.

He'd look back at the photos that he took of angry MC and would find you absolutely adorable.

BEELZEBUB

Things like insults directed at him never really bothered the sixth-born. It just seemed pointless to him. He couldn't change the way other demons saw him, nor could he sway their opinion of him. So he doesn't really care much for them.

This explains why he was so confused as to why you were making such a big deal out of a lesser demon criticizing him.

He'd have second thoughts about trying to get you out of the instant fight you got yourself into because he himself was sort of scared of you.

Could you blame him though? You completely transformed into this war freak that he's never even sensed on you before. How could his sweet little MC turn into a cursing maniac??

Eventually he'd get a hold of you and would be successful in calming you back down into your usual kind hearted self.

When he finds out that it was because of him that you got mad up to that extent, he would be so happy that he wouldn't know what to do.

BELPHEGOR

Belphie does not care whatsoever if other demons like or hate him. It wasn't worth his time. If anything, he found it fun to make people hate him.

Annoying demons who were already annoyed with him was his absolute favorite. Next to snuggling next to his sweet, adorable, innocent MC of course.

At least that's what he thought before he finds you at your latest murder attempt with a lesser demon under your mercy.

His eyes have never been that wide before.

What happened to your pure as gold hearted soul that he cherished so deeply? He was unsure he was even looking at the same person. But dang, why did you look so attractive being all rage-y like that?

Unlike his brothers who would prevent you from inflicting more damage onto the poor lesser demon, Belphie was not so quick to act. Instead he'd watch with a sadistic smile on his face, almost matching Lucifer's. He'd just wait it out until you had our fun. You could blame his laziness, but that would be milking it.

When you calm yourself down though and explain yourself to him, he'd bonk you on the head with a neutral expression saying that he can defend himself if he wanted to.

He wouldn't show it but you just made his heart flutter the entire time. He never knew he was that important to you.

Would have dreams of you beating up his enemies for weeks on end.

Hi Anon! As requested, here is your sweet to savage guardian angel MC and the brothers reacting to it!! I apologize that it took a while, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! Thanks for the request! ^u^

~ Em ♡

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[amidst-wonderland]

final fantasy: rebirth {a mess of emotions, not in chronological order}

this is more story-based, so heads-up spoilers below.

“question. does that make me a dumbass?”

not aerith asking about reno

chadley nearly outing cissnei and cloud getting real confrontational about it.

cloud is so much more conversational in this, i felt in remake he was bordering on joker level’s of player-character. he’s a lot more laidback, which is understandable since he didn’t really know anyone but tifa and midgar’s only like what a week long?

the game now feels like an ensemble piece rather an a cloud simulator.

cloud not realising he’s the one loner friend

americans aren’t the best swearers - put to much emphasis on the swear itself but cloud does it so well.

he’s a prickly, backchatting bitch in this game and i love every single second of it. he’s not mopey, stubborn and grumpy. he’s ‘i’m going to actively make myself your problem if you cross me, so don’t.’

barret immitating yuffie?! or, “oh, wow. tell us more.” it’s giving abridged.

yuffie’s little naruto run!

yuffie and cloud’s growing sibling dynamic is the cutest shit. like, he should be be pissed at her but immediately protected her from the captain.

all i hear is priscilla’s dad’s irish accent from abridged when ever someone says her name or, “mr dolphin, ye daft bastard.”

rufus shinra… the man that you are.

every rude and elena scene, just, yes. her with the ice-lolly, the corneo fight, rude’s pub club?! babysitting palmer. (also, they call it the clean-shaven club when rude literally has a beard).

i genuinely thought we were gonna at least get that iconic reno and rude scene outside of gongaga (and as a long-shot a reunion with cissnei - i stand by the fact tseng absolutely knows where she is.)

that final turks training facility was a bitch to find.

don’t get me wrong, yuffie, barret, tifa and red’s trials were sad but aerith’s absolutely wrecked me. like i’ve got a stuffy nose already and i literally couldn’t breathe with the tears.

same with dyne and barret, like what you mean you want me to fight palmer?! i’m sitting here ugly crying about two men who love their daughter and have been through hell and back.

i’d love to see cissnei and leslie get involved with the wutai turk team-up

as much as i love aerti’s ‘improved over og’ friendship. it’s not passing the bechdel test anytime soon.

fuck queen’s blood.

cloud saying “down boy” sir- THE WHIMPERING!

the kids locking yuffie in with the hooded men on the cruise.

nanaki walking in the cabin on two legs fucking kills me. i also caught barret admiring himself in the mirror.

the fact the name tag is, “???” when we can hear yuffie cheering on cloti.

did they kiss?!

so, we finally see loveless and it was everything i ever wanted. genesis, i’m sorry, you were right.

“death doesn’t suit a turk”

cloud jr is too cute and i love my chocobro protagonists

speaking of, i’m in two heads about ffxv. you can see a lot of the inspiration the team got from that game but i think they left out the one thing that made ffxv perfect, which was the constant chatter during traversal

cloud turning on tifa during the gongaga reactor mission is giving the ffxv: omen trailer

i need a tonberry robot for my desk

jessie’s poster! i really thought she’d be alive with biggs

cloud calling gus a prick is when it clicked for me, like cloud’s got bite

i need esther’s red boots

cid is played by j. michael tatum?! sebastian- france- kyouya-

elena stuck in the heat yelling at rude, omg this is the turk moments i love.

as someone who is scottish, i can’t believe i witnessed cait sith tell cissnei to “wheesht”.

not the biggest fan of cissnei’s new colour scheme. would’ve gone with browns, accented gold buckles and mustard yellow personally

wished they’d’ve put in an turk easter egg in her house.

cosmo canyon’s lantern scene is so pretty.

gold-fucking-saucer. woah

sitting at the water tower with aerith felt wrong, and i know that was intentional.

omfg vincent, why he kinda dressed like gyuvin in en garde?

jesus, roche.

still not keen on seph’s voice - mainly because i don’t like tyler and also zack is better but i’m still not keen

symbiote!peter to “OMG GUYSSS HAIIII” is like fucking whiplash. two minutes ago we were crying over harry, now hotels?!

i knew that’s what marlene saw! and now zack knows! i am not okay!

was low-key waiting on elena throwing the keystone to reno to catch for a grand intro but he kinda just appears, and i loved every second of it.

the way both tifa and aerith have had to stop cloud murdering a turk.

cloud with blood by his own hand on his face is such a chilling image. it’s like seeing someone like superman with it.

avalanche versus reno and rude’s fight was giving advent children, like specifically reno and rude’s fight with loz and kazoo. (which i rewatched recently. rude’s face when reno steps on his glasses is the funniest thing in that film, also i can’t unhear fred from scooby-doo when loz speaks even though i know it’s not frank welker - it’s the dude that plays corneo).

#final fantasy 7 rebirth #cissnei #the turks #ff7 #reno of the turks #cloud strife #tifa lockhart #aerith gainsborough #barret wallace #yuffie kisaragi #red xiii #elena ff7 #rude of the turks #tseng of the turks #sephiroth

[clarks-letterman]

Wally anon: brainwashed fjdbdj VERY glad you convinced me to watch cause I really would've never anticipated it being so good otherwise. 😶‍🌫️ (I feel they should start doing that more often instead of interjecting with bs cause it reallyyyy made a big difference) Get ready for all the requests for him coming soon. 🫣 (but, yup, exactly. it's soooo strange h o w much emphasis they put on her when even Randy was not forced in 1/2 nearly as much, whereas Chad, by comparison, is such. a genuinely fresh & exciting character for the franchise, yet so little is explored with him)

Yesss. He's seeing the full. array of what a size difference can offer in the moment that you're completely wrecking him & he's soooo into knowing you being shorter than him but leaving hin feeling like THAT. Oh yeah, you start getting a little forceful with it & tell him he can't touch himself unless you say so. Possibly even holding his hands down so he won't be able to. 🥴

Will be looking forward to it when you do. 🥰 And he'll just keep getting better as long as he keeps getting more roles! 🙌

It doesn't even make sense either where the complaining even comes from when you see soooo many religious people/police officers/people in power/etc. (almost always straight) being the primary ones exposed+arrested for actually. heinous shit, but oh no dummies still out here using gays as scapegoats like gimme a fuckin break. 🧐 Them arguing about who's gonna carry you while you're still passed out is so dkfhdl. Such a deeply unserious pair.

I guess we could say this scenario specifically skews toward more traditional ghostly antics for the sake of it. AUs & all that. 😉

Will do. I'll leave a list at the end of this msg. 👍 (I think if they had expanded on his character a little to support his reasoning as a possible killer, it could've worked for sure. The vision is already there, they just needed to capitalize on it.) Oh, for sure, I'm right there with you. In general, I don't think enough people discuss how attractive Justin Long was & still is (except in It's a Wonderful Knife cause his character was ugly as hell in that dfkfhd). 😭 djdkdkd the 3rd really was. awful, but he was cute in it, I absolutely agree (& I really do hate how wasted Tommy was on ST when the actor discussed how he. felt Tommy was in love with Steve the writers fr can not handle Steve in a gay relationship smh). (lollllll don't remind me @ Marvel) but yup, definitely more an excusable situation than worse offenders. 👍 I have a veryyyy different Saw ranking. 🤫

Oh damn @ half of it being cut. Did he say why or was it just budget/time constraints? (omgggg please @ her. They fr did not gaf about her character if she's got this many issues) Yupppp exactly. I followed that production for the longestttt time & UD still. delivers after all these years. 🙌 Yupyupyup. Have witnessed some of this bs & it really does not make sense for me how difficult it is to just...properly tag things. Like, if the "x reader" is not void of any gendered emphasis so anyone can envision themselves in the fic, then it doesn't fulfill the classification!

Exactly @ practicing to improve. 👍 Had no idea you made digital art, though. How long have you been at it? 😀 But yupppp, he has had a t i m e with underwear that it's just more convenient to go without it most of the time (especially if he wants to tease you). Depending on the pants/shorts, it'll be extremely. obvious when he isn't wearing anything underneath. But he has nothing to be ashamed about. 🫣

Now, Xmas horror recs: the Black Christmasses (1974-one of the best slashers of all time, no queston, but very. much a bad vibes movie so might be best to wait to watch until you're in the mood for that; 2006-silly goofy gorefest remake, iconic cast, tonally the most streamlined but makes a lot of wild swings thay can. be offputting to some; 2019-controversial for its weird handling of politics/PG-13 rating &, to me, the weakest of the 3, but not completely without merit like some people discuss it as), To All A Goodnight + Christmas Evil 1980/Silent Night, Deadly Night + Silent Night 2012/Santa's Slay/Christmas Bloody Christmas (all varying in quality, but probably the best selection if you want slashers where the killer is. Santa/is dressed as Santa), Curtains 1983 (not really "Xmas," but the winter vibes are immaculate. & it is by far one of THE best, most underrated slashers; must go in as blind as possible), the aforementioned It's A Wonderful Knife (I know several didn't like it cause it skews in a more comedic direction, but I got a lot out of it + it's superrrr gay), Gremlins (arguable on this fully. classifying as "horror," but a PG rating in the 80s got away with a lotttt more than it does now + it has very similar vibes to Krampus), & Inside 2007 (less full-blown Xmassy as much as it is a veryyyy violent movie that happens to be set around the time; does not. miss with the gore, but it is absolutey visceral). There are others, but I wanted to try to limit it cause I've already gone on long enough lolllll. And, because it's already that time for me: Merry Christmas. 🥰🎄

my phone died while writing this so if these responses seem short it’s because i had to rewrite them sksjs😅

i’m glad you liked the movie!! can’t wait for the Ben requests because I love that loser sm🫣 Yeah I never got why Mindy was so obsessed with being in a Scream franchise, and that almost every line her character has is about movies/guessing the killer. It’s worse in 6 than it is at 5, mostly because she was supposed to be a killer in 5 if i’m not mistaken, so it makes sense but it’s also notably lessened. Chad is… interesting. He feels much different between 5 and 6, and I think it hurts his character a lot. also how does the dude keep getting up after have his shit rocked several times😭 like it felt comical that we basically saw his death scene and then “he’s alive!” Like… huh

Yesss he’s gonna be losing it over someone “that tiny making him feel that good.” (he sees anyone even a centimeter shorter than him as a midget sksjsj.) It does get to the point where he’s so needy and wants release the you do have to pin his arms down and even his hips because he desperately wants friction and to cum🫣😮‍💨

He’s gonna become an acting master by the time we’ve been through… (checking my notes… let’s see how many roles we’ve come up with so far…) 5,037 times!

Exactly, I wish there was more we could do about it😪 But they can watch me fuck/get fucked by a man atp… they need some exposure therapy to make it make some sense it their heads. I feel like they’d each carry half of you somehow, bickering until you can’t take it sksjsk. Super unserious

Yesss🫣 while it wouldn’t be much of an AU since it’s the same place with relatively the same rules besides how ghosts cum, it’s still a damn good alternate universe😮‍💨

I just wanted Ryan to be the killer because it would’ve been soooo hot. (Hotter than he already is 😮‍💨) Right!! Darry was my first horror movie boy crush and still ranks up there pretty highly (with Ryan being my latest.) I haven’t seen Wonderful Knife but hopefully it’s not too bad😂 You’re so right, I hate that we never got an inkling of gay/bi Steve because he definitely isn’t straight. He literally had a fight with Tommy where they looked into each others eyes?? Lovingly?? While they fought “about a girl”!! Seems like we have some homosexuals afoot.. Jkjk, but I do find it interesting that Steve/Tommy was such a tense pairing and then Tommy literally just went to be with the “new Steve” (Billy) when he came into town. Tommy/Billy would’ve been interesting to see for that reason, befriending someone because they literally are the worst (but maybe best, to him?) parts of his ex best friend. Plus the fact they’ve canonically seen each other naked with that one shower scene… where is some Psycho for the gays😪 (kidding) Oh, do share your saw ranking🤭 I wanna knowwww

Zach didn’t say why, not that I remember at least. I think it was probably deadline issues, though. Probably wanted to have it slated for a summer release to fit the theme and had to cut stuff. It’s a shame cause UD had years and an open development history to prove it. Exactly! I’m fine with x GN and x gender neutral reader being a thing to give it more specification, but I really hate that x reader automatically defaults to being for female readers. Whereas anyone else needs to have specific clarification on who it’s for. It’s annoying,

I’ve been doing digital art for a few months now. I’m still not good at it, but it’s such a big switch from traditional to digital. I used to be a fiend for traditional art, then I got an iPad months ago for my bday and for classes for more advanced notes and all, but I figured that the opportunity was there for me to learn, so why not pick up a new skill? Oh, if it was up to him, I could see wally forgoing any clothes at all because he really has nothing to be ashamed of. But you know, other ghosts could see him, so he wears the bare minimum. (Unless we’re talking another AU👀)

OMG TYSM🥹 this is too sweet and I’ll definitely be watching some today after Christmas festivities are over. We already celebrated with dinner here on Christmas Eve, so now it’s just the presents and stuff and then I’ll be free to watch some of these in my old bedroom!! Merry Christmas btw!! Hope you get Milo under the tree wrapped with a few bows😉 jkjk

#wally clark #wally clark x you #wally clark x reader

[sageinacage]

Hey idk if ur prompts are open, but if they were, would you maybe want to do a Wilbur vs Charlie in who can wreck Tommy better like thing? 👀👀👀

"Friendly" Uno summary: tommy gets a bit too sassy in a game of uno with him, charlie, and wilbur. a/n: i was originally gonna write this in the dsmp but i literally just couldn't figure out how to do it without it being super ooc KSDFSKJ also just pretend charlie came to visit them in the UK LOL warnings: swearing, playful teasing/mocking (they're playing uno its bound to happen BAHAHA /lh) w/c: 1.6k IRL, Platonic

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“C’mon, give me a green!” Wilbur growled, continuously picking up cards from the middle pile. He and his two friends, Tommy and Charlie, were playing a friendly game of Uno together on the floor of the living room. Well, “friendly.”

“HAH! Aww, poor Wilbyyy, so bad at Unooo…” Tommy cooed, his face painted with the biggest shit-eating grin. Wilbur scoffed, finally putting a green card down. “Tommy, every day you remind me of all my mistakes.” Wilbur jested, smirking at Tommy’s surprised face. “Yeah? Well-”

“Aha, draw four Toms!” Charlie interrupted, Tommy looking down at the middle pile to see a colorful “+4” card right in front of him. After a dramatic groan, the boy drew the cards. “You are horrible to me, Mr. Slimecicle.” Tommy pointed his finger in Charlie’s face, the dirty blonde only shrugged, chuckling at his antics.

Wilbur put down a red card, smiling at Charlie’s huff. “Really, the only color I don’t have?!” He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Don’t be all grumpy, it’s how the game works, yeah?” Wilbur gave a smug smirk, watching his friend reach for the pile to scout for a red card.

After more banter, the game started to move more smoothly… until they decided to start stacking “+2” and “+4” cards. The pile of them now added up to 14, but they still kept going. “Holy shit, this better not end on me!” Wilbur sighed, placing his final card he could stack. “Me neither.” Charlie agreed, placing his last card that could be stacked.

“This game is against me! I swear to god, this is rigged! You’re both cheating.” Tommy cried, huffing to himself while he started to pick up the 18 cards they all stacked up. “Tohohommy!” Wilbur broke into laughter, leaning his head back as high-pitched giggles left him. “We aren’t cheheating, you juhust suhuck.” Charlie snorted up a laugh, patting Tommy’s back as he whined again.

“You two are both big stupid bullies. You should be thankful I’m even playing a little card game with you.” Tommy huffed, making eye contact with Wilbur. “You’re so sassy today, n’awww- don’t tell me someone’s grumpy over just a ‘little’ card game!” Charlie teased, causing Wilbur to smirk at Tommy. “Yeah, are you up past your bedtime?”

“I hate you both so much. I will fight you both and win- at the same time.” The blonde claimed as he slapped a card down with enough force to accidentally push the card pile down. “Baby rage.” Wilbur scoffed, earning a dramatic gasp from Tommy. “I AM NOT A BABY!” He shouted, Wilbur and Charlie breaking into giggles again.

“That’s something a baby would say!”

“CHARLIE.”

Wilbur covered his face, laughter building up from his chest, Charlie following right in his footsteps. Tommy furrowed his eyebrows, grumbling. “You guys are assholes.” He spoke in a more playful tone, indicating that he wasn’t genuinely upset.

“Yeah, are we, Tommy?” Charlie put down his cards, looking at the boy. “Compared to how you’ve been treating us this evening, I don’t think we’re that bad.” Wilbur raised an eyebrow, also placing his cards down. “B- Bullshit! You guys are twats…?” Tommy cowered a bit at their growing smirks, putting his cards down as well.

“Twats, are we?”

“Wilbur, I don’t like his tone.”

Both men stood up, still with suspicious smiles on their faces, causing Tommy to stand up as well. “I d- don’t trust this.” The boy shuddered, backing up until he hit the couch, falling back onto it. “Don’t worry Charlie, I can take care of this.” Wilbur nodded, towering over Tommy.

“No, I think I can do it, I can definitely do it better.” Charlie stood next to him, an innocent smile plastered on his face. “Yeah? Well do you know all his tickle spots? No? That’s what I thought.”

Oh. Oh. So that is what this was about.

“I’m called the tickle monster around here for a reason, Charlie!” Wilbur kept on going, placing a sassy hand on his hip. “You clearly haven’t met me then, yet!” He quipped back, looking down at Tommy; whose face was bright red and a nervous but excited smile on his face.

“Let’s have Tommy answer then. Who’s better at wrecking you, Toms?” Wilbur smirked down at him, the blonde just covering his face. “D’awww, that’s not an answer! Hmm, how about this. Wilbur, we’ll team up and Tommy will answer that question when we’re finished.”

“Deal.”

“Wh- what? Guys… guhUHUYS-!” Bubbly laughter already took over Tommy as Wilburs fingers kneaded his waist. “What’s up? Wha’tcha need?” Charlie chuckled, walking two fingers up his ribcage. What they weren’t expecting was the loud squeal that left Tommy.

“Looks like I already found a tickle spot, Wilbur!” Charlie exclaimed, gently pinching around his top ribs, causing the boy to let out yet another squeal. “Wow, do you want a medal or something?” Wilbur snarked back sarcastically, glaring at the dirty blonde before massaging his thumb into one of Tommy’s hip bones.

“Wiiihihill! NOHOhoho!” Tommy tried to twist left to right, but that damn feeling on his hip bone just wouldn’t secede. Charlie furrowed his eyebrows, seeing that Wilbur was back in the lead. He reached his other hand around and formed it like a claw, and then vibrated it into the other side of his ribcage as he kept up the prodding on the other side.

“CHAHAHARLIE! QUIHIHIT IT!” Tommy absolutely shrieked, unsure whether to attempt to push his hands away from his ribs, or to cover his face and obvious blush was creeping up on his cheeks. “Gotta admit I’m the better tickle monster first!” Charlie giggled, making little ‘tktktktk’ noises right in Tommy’s ear.

“N’awww, Tommy!~ You have just the sweetest giggles, and I know they’re because of me and not the slimy boy, is that right?” Wilbur teased, moving from his hips to the sides of his belly, scribbling his nails over the area. Hiccupy laughter began to emit from the boy, him kicking his legs into the couch behind Wilbur.

“He’s now all hiccupy! That’s so cute!” Charlie exclaimed, grabbing one of Tommy’s flailing arms. He sniggered to himself as Tommy’s laughter turned more high-pitched at the sudden vulnerability, a wide smile on his face nonetheless. “Uh oh, Tommy… someone’s in trouble now!” Charlie teased as he wiggled his fingers over his exposed underarm, not making contact now.

“DohoHOHON’T! WIHILBUR- *snort* HEHELP!” Tommy’s laughter grew an octave at his own snort, shaking his head as Charlie wouldn’t stop the stupid anticipation. “There’s no way I’m helping you, Toms. I mean- unless you say that I’m better at this.” Wilbur smirked, deciding to try a new spot as he turned around, fluttering his nails under Tommy’s knees.

The giggles it made Tommy produce were different. They were more flustered it seemed, almost like Wilbur just found a certain melt spot. “Tommy, you’ve gone all soft now! Let’s change that, shall we?” Charlie chuckled mischievously, his fingers crashing down and lightly scribbling into his underarms.

Feeling both his death spot and melt spot being tickled at the same time was definitely a different feeling. “NOOOHOHO- *hic* PLEHEHEASE!” His voice began to sound slightly strained, so Charlie retracted his hand in response. “Looks like I found your worst spot, eh?” He smiled, but it was more of a fond smile this time- compared to all his evil ones.

“Hmmm, Charlie. What if we worked together, just once?” Wilbur offered, and Charlie gladly nodded. “What do you need from me, boss?” He smiled playfully before Wilbur went in to whisper something into his ear. ‘What were they planning now? My demise?’ Tommy thought curling up on himself.

In one swift movement, Tommy found himself leaning onto Charlie being held in place with one of Charlie’s arms, and Wilbur looming over him with a grin that did not look friendly. It looked quite evil, in all honesty. “You ready, Toms?” Wilbur cooed, wiggling his fingers at the boy. The blonde whined, looking away from him. “N’aww, don’t want to watch the show, Tommy?” Charlie cooed in his ear. Just their words and actions alone made him want to squirm and laugh, and they haven’t even done the tickling yet.

A moment of silence fell onto them, Tommy still looking away, until a big raspberry was blown right beneath his belly button. The boy arched his back, a shriek ripping out from his throat as he weakly pushed at Wilbur’s head; but the stupid sensations just kept on going.

“YOHOHOU WIHI- *wheeze* WIHIHIN! ENOHOHOUGH!” Tommy managed to get out, his laughter nearly going silent. Wilbur sat up, rubbing Tommy’s tummy to help get rid of the tingles that still lurked around. “Who won? I didn’t catch it.” Charlie’s voice was gentle, but it was obvious there was some smugness there.

“Yeah, who won? You never stated a name, Toms!” The taller boy crossed his arms, smirking down at the boy. Tommy just let out a whine and covered his face, cuddling into Charlie as all the tickling wore him out. They both internally cooed at him, finding his snuggly antics so fond and wholesome, because for god's sake- it’s Tommy! You rarely find the boy getting all soft for anyone.

“Let’s just call it a tie, shall we Charlie?”

“Yeah, for now, that is.”

#mcyt tickle #lee!tommy #ler!wilbur #ler!slimecicle #my writing

[happyandticklish]

Make Me

Shizaya Week - Day Five (cigarettes)

Notes: Day 3 & 4? I don’t know her. Anyway, here’s this, because I actually had an idea for this one! One day I will make Shizuo the lee, I swear, but for now, I shall stick with self-indulgently wrecking Izaya’s shit once more. 

“Hey!”

Shizuo glanced up in surprise as Izaya snatched the unlit cigarette out of his mouth. “What the hell?”

“These things will kill you, you know,” Izaya commented, his brows wrinkling in disgust. He waved it around idly as he spoke, casually walking away from the other. “You already have enough people in this town trying to kill you, I hardly think you need something else adding onto your sudden demise.”

“Are you forgetting all the times you attempted to do the same?” Shizuo dodged around passerby’s awkwardly, attempting to catch up with Izaya.

The two had met up at Simon’s that day on accident, mostly. Perhaps Shizuo had let the information slip that he would be there that afternoon, and maybe Izaya had decided that he was coincidentally in the mood for sushi as well. If anyone asked, it was happenstance, a random fluke of life. To call it a date would be ludicrous.

Izaya laughed, gracefully slipping through the crowd with an ease the other lacked. “You get hung up on the smallest things, Shizu-chan. Relax—I’m doing you a favor.”

“Give it back.”

“Make me.”

The words were a challenge, one Shizuo knew well. The urge to destroy Izaya hadn’t fled when feelings encroached on their territory, but instead had merely morphed into new and more intimate modes. There was a playful edge to their taunts now. The lines between fighting and flirting were flimsy, and Shizuo found himself crossing it unconsciously more and more as time went on. Not that he really minded. He was never one for change, but he had to admit, this was a nice one.

Shizuo narrowed his eyes, a teasing grin sliding into place on his features. Izaya’s heart leapt to his throat, as though his body already knew what was to come.

And then he was running.

Pushing past people on the street, Izaya leapt on top of benches, propelling himself forward with a chaotic ease that made others stare. Shizuo felt fire alight in his body once more, a familiar feeling. Only this time, instead of anger, the passion coursing through him was something else entirely—excitement.

“What’s wrong? Running away is the coward’s option you know—come out and face me like a man.”

Izaya threw a glance back only to find Shizuo much, much closer than he had expected. Shit. Giddy laughter built up in his throat, but he shoved it down, tossing back a breezy air as he replied, “Only fools play fair, my dear beast. I thought you would have learned that by now.”

Izaya turned into a corner at the last moment, hoping it would delay the other and give him a second to think. He clutched the cigarette tight to his chest; his fingers had crushed it a little in his haste, rendering it useless should Shizuo actually retrieve it. Not that it mattered. Both knew that wasn’t what this was about, anyway.

Seconds passed by slowly with no sign of the other man, and Izaya exhaled slowly. Maybe he had lost him after all? He turned around to shove the cigarette in his pocket, but before he could he felt a hand grab his wrists, pulling it above his head and pressing him against the wall. Izaya gasped, bracing his impact with his other hand.

“Gotcha,” Shizuo whispered quietly, casually plucking the cigarette from his hand and tossing it to the ground. He had him trapped, his torso bearing into Izaya’s back and his hand pinning him there. Escape would be difficult to be sure.

Izaya smiled, helplessly, closing his eyes and trying to conceal the nervous edge from his voice. “For now. And what happens when you’re in my position later on, hmm? What will you do when you are at the mercy of my will?”

Shizuo slipped his right hand under Izaya’s shirt, his fingers skimming across the trembling skin in unhurried exploration. “We’ll see if you last long enough for then, won’t we?”

Izaya choked on a stifled sound, biting his lip to try to conceal the other noises rising inside him. Nails, featherlight, traced incomprehensible patterns along his ribs that had him arching closer to the wall. “T-This is, e-entirely, ah, uncahalled for!”

“You stealing my shit is uncalled for.” Shizuo dragged his nails down, scratching lightly at his hips. Izaya yelped, his other hand reaching around to slap him away. Shizuo merely danced around the interference, targeting a new spot whenever he tried to protect it. “This, however, is simply the consequences of your own actions.”

“S-Stahap this, heh, y-ohou crehetin!” Izaya giggled, for it was giggling—that was unmistakable. He jumped and twitched underneath the other, his face flushing an embarrassing shade of pink. This was ridiculous. Of all the things Shizuo could choose to do to him, he never understood why tickling was his favorite. It was undignified, childish, and entirely beneath him.

And maybe, just a little, tiny bit, fun.

Not that he would let the other know that, of course.

“Is something the matter?” Shizuo teased, scribbling fingers under his arms to hear the accompanying shriek it produced. It was endlessly entertaining watching the composed man fall to pieces in his arm over something so simple. He never grew tired of it. “Does it tickle too much for the great Izaya Orihara? Is the famous info broker too ticklish to handle this?”

Izaya felt like his body would never be the same hue again at this rate. He wanted to hide his face in embarrassment, or at the very least cover his mouth to conceal the high-pitched laughter escaping him. Unfortunately, every time he tried the tickling would grow more intense and he would be forced to bring it back down again. It was an endless cycle, one he couldn’t help but participate in.

“Having some trouble getting your words out?” Izaya’s fingers had closed about Shizuo’s wrist, but they clung there uselessly, unable to prevent his hand from continuing its ticklish expedition along his torso. Currently, Shizuo clawed at his stomach, a spot that produced the most adorable sounds from the other, his body doubled over in an attempt at vain protection. “How about this—I’ll make it easy for you. Apologize and I’ll let you go. It’s that simple.”

Izaya scoffed incredulously through his laughter, rolling his eyes at the ridiculous proposition. “A-Ahahas ihihif Ihihihi wohohould e-ehehever, geh, ahahapologize to, aha s-shohort-fuhuhused lohohoser lihihike yohohou!”

“Loser, eh?”

Izaya squeaked as Shizuo latched suddenly onto his hips, his thumb pressing directly into the bone in a way that sent electricity shooting throughout his nervous system. He jerked back, his laughter exploding in frantic bursts as he squirmed desperately to get away.

“Ah! WAHAHAIT, SHIHIHIZUHO, NAHAHA!” He shoved uselessly at his hand, trying to dislodge it from the spot to failing efforts. His eyes were screwed shut, his mouth splitting wide in an uncharacteristically genuine grin. “I-IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES, SHIHIHIT!”

“Say you’re sorry.” Shizuo was relentless, not letting up for a moment. The intense tickling on such a sensitive spot was quickly driving Izaya up the wall, and before he knew what he was doing, the words were falling from his lips.

“A-Ah, fihihine, fihihIHIHINE!” He jumped from foot to foot, his laughter dissolving into helpless cackling as he threw his head back. “I’m sorry! Ihihi’m sohoHOHOHORRY! A-Ahahaha, ShihiHIHIHIZUHUO!:

With a satisfied grin, Shizuo relented, releasing him. Izaya slumped back against the other, burying his face in his chest and grabbing fistfuls of his shirt to support himself.

“Mean,” he mumbled, his words muffled from the position. “Shizu-chan is a mean and callous brute.”

“Is that so?” Shizuo replied fondly, brushing his hair back from his face. He felt Izaya soften against him, melting into the touch despite himself. He tilted the other’s chin up, leaning in to kiss him, but Izaya quickly turned his face away.

“Absolutely not,” he sniffed petulantly, releasing him to cross his arms stubbornly instead. “As if I would kiss an evil brute like you after what you did to me.”

“You say that like you don’t enjoy it,” Shizuo pointed out. Izaya blushed, refusing to meet his gaze. “Fine then. You’ve forced my hand.”

Izaya squawked, lurching backwards when Shizuo grabbed his hips again, sending him quickly back into a fit of giggles. “W-Wahahahait, ohohokay, ohOHOHOKAY!”

Shizuo stopped, pulling him in and stealing the remaining laughter from the other’s lips with a kiss. “You’re so cute like this, you know,” he murmured afterwards, pulling away to look into his eyes.

Izaya froze, his heart stuttering in his chest. After a moment, however, the smirk was back. “I’m afraid I can’t say the same about you. Don’t worry though—I’m sure one day you’ll grow into your looks.”

Suffice it to say, Izaya did not learn his lesson that day. 

#tickle fic #shizayaweek2021 #shizaya #tickling #izaya orihara #shizuo heiwajima #durarara #durarara!! #shizayaweek #fanfiction #drabble

[wolfsrainrules]

Heres another fun grandparent thingie, The Acrobaleno as Izuku's. Or even better as "Hisashi".

...........I am so weak for BNHA and KHR and giving them children damn it.  ALL

--Who needs a quirk if you have Flames?? Izuku is quirkless, but Flames blend so well as a ‘quirk’ the Vindice are more....’dont talk about mafia shit’ and less ‘dont get caught with flames’ so long as the flames can blend in your specific family as a quirk. 

(considering Flames are somewhat hereditary in having them, if not in the type you have, it’s easier in some then others.)

Izuku is particularly lucky, cause his father has a ‘flame’ related quirk, plus his grandfather and thus gets away with this much easier.

--f u c k screwing up a good childhood friendship when I love good friend Katsuki Bakugou, so say hello to Izuku’s Storm, fight me.

--Inko is 2000% a bad ass Sun and will fuck you up.

---Izuku?? That boy is a Sunny Sky.

FON --The absolute beatdown this kid could give people by the time he was five is whooooooo. 

--Fon terrifies the HPSC and is very much proud of that fact. He teaches Izuku to be wary of their games, but also to be enough of a Bad Ass they can’t corner him verbally of physically. 

-- Fon is both very proud his grandson is a Sky and very protective. Because Izuku is a Sky related to an Arcobaleno, and the world is very much interested in that. 

Fon won’t have it. 

His boy’s Elements will be genuinely found and Bonded and he will Fuck Up anyone that tries to prevent that.

--Izuku has the Hibari temper in s p a d e s. He was a tiny ball of rage and FIGHT ME as a toddler, and Fon was the one to teach him to reign it in, Inko remembering her father’s childhood temper stories. It’s why he gets along with Katsuki so well, and why he’s so FERAL even if no one believes it until it’s too late. TSUNA (for giggles, cause I’m weak)

---Izuku grows up surrounded by adoration and love, and a wild variety of personalities. He’s....a little odd himself as a result. 

---He’s definitely a force to reckon with, being a Sunny Sky, with the Vongola Hyper Intuition? Ooooh, he’s gonna abuse the hell out of it in hero work. And in Friendship but nicely. Shhh. 

---Izuku never doubts he is loved, and he relishes in the strange Vongola traditions and UA is....comparatively a breeze to Uncle Reborn. He actually likes Aizawa On Sight, beyond his Hyper Intuition because he reminds him of his Uncle.

---Izuku enjoys Cosplay. Reborn thought it was funny to fuck with Tsuna that way, Inko thought it was hilarious and cute, and Tsuna....also thought it was cute despite the internal sdfgsgfdsd. Reborn is thrilled. 

---Izuku fights best with his hands and body, but he sure as hell knows how to ROCK a gun, because Uncle Reborn and Uncle Xanxus would have no other options on that, and his genius little mind ROCKS the math for trick shots. His Uncles are so proud.

REBORN

---Reborn has been the family man at heart, for a very long time, for all that he never said so openly. He was there for all of Izuku’s milestones, and adores the little Sunny Sky beyond words.

---Absolutely was teaching Toddler Izuku gun maintenance way before he should have done, but Inko was taught the same and sees no issues. with this, so Izuku knows the names of gun parts and how to put them together and take them apart and safety rules....long, long before anyone else would have. 

---Inko is a sharpshooting, trick shot capable bad ass and no one is ready. Least of all her S/O. (He’s w e a k)

---there are....so many cosplay baby photos. There’s an album or 5. Reborn 1000% has copies on hand at all times and will pull a “LOOK AT MY ADORABLE GRANDSON” if you let him. (The other Arcobaleno will sit down and look at them, becuase Izuku has them all wrapped around his tiny fingers and hes cute as hell okay)

VERDE --He is SO pleased with Izuku’s level of brains. He hones that from the start

--The Analysis skills he has?? ABSOLUTELY not wasting those. 

--He is totally Izuku’s Support Gear provider and he will FIGHT for that right, shut up

--He’s very devoted to keeping Izuku alive and well be the end of his career so he can retire and he will see it done. 

--Inko has those smarts too btw. People are...very shocked by the Sherlock like anility to pull them apart both Midoriyas share and it can...make people uncomfortable.

--Nedzu is t h r i l l e d

--The rest of the school is low key terrified. 

LAL/COLONNELLO ---Army Kid Izuku okay. Because Inko kept some habits, and they both showed up often and Izuku is a powerful little shit even young as hell 

--Very good with guns, take 2 XD

--Mafia Island is a playground for Izuku, and he relishes in the challenges of the training grounds his grandparents come up with. Better training after all!

(Katsuki ALSO thinks its great) VIPER --Izuku is so good at getting money. So so good at it. Viper taught him so many tricks, and he uses them like whoo. Beter source of money he has, the better his job gets done, and he wants enough to take care of his people soooo.....

--Despite money hoarding, he’s also likely to use it for things, more than Viper. It’s not about him having the money, so much as it is having enough to help with what he wants to help with.

--Also grew up around Varia. Izuku is very much a deadly little shit. 

--Very likely to go Underground in this one in my head??? Like just. WRECK IT. He’s a little shit, but a vey powerful magnetic one. 

--Establishes the first real, very deadly, Underground Heroics Team, and they are....very effective.

SKULL

--Ahhh, yes. Izuku is very much taught to act. To display what needs displaying. 

--Grew up around Circus Folk, and he knows....a hell of a lot of their tricks.

--Super flexible and powerful and works hard for it

-- Very much a super popular ‘small time’ hero in daylight, but a very driven, very deadly, very well known Underground Hero who can and will fuck you up

#crossover fun #bnha #khr #arcobaleno grandparents #arcobaleno

[jackrrabbit]

College AU drinking HCs /// Dabi, Shigaraki, & Overhaul x f!Reader (18+)

A/N: A little background for this college AU—imo the PLF would be a social frat and the Shie Hassaikai is a professional frat (pre-med). Sooner or later I’ll write general college AU headcanons for them…

Tags/warnings: implied dubcon/drunk sex, alcohol, problematic frat culture things, pressure to drink, brief mentions of public sex/exhibitionism, drug use, a tiny bit of degradation, Hawks is vaguely in it too

Dabi

A basic frat bitch who drinks beer 80% of the time

Surprisingly he can’t tolerate cheap beer and is kind of a snob about people who drink shitty beer but he doesn’t bring it up enough to be annoying about it. Constantly blowing the frat’s alc budget on bottled beer instead of cans, not the super expensive craft bullshit but a step above Natural Light at least, right guys? Come on

Dabi always volunteers to go with Keigo (the frat’s social chair) to pick up the keg because both of them have a crusade against the cheap stuff—Keigo because he wants people to get drunk on it at parties and Dabi because he wants to drink it himself. They lowkey have a bromance over it and sometimes go to breweries together to fuck around and daydrink. The two of them are always trying new beers and will generally keep a different sixpack in the fridge every day—if any of the other brothers drink their overpriced IPAs by accident there’ll be consequences

Speaking of Keigo, him and Dabi are both into making jungle juice. They both get really excited about it, it’s kinda wholesome except they’re both just plotting on how to get cute girls like you as drunk as possible without realizing. They’ve spent a bunch of weekends together trying different mixes and recipes for the best flavor/alcohol content combination

Dabi is a whole ass heavyweight. He’s been getting drunk since he was like 11 so a couple rounds of shots are basically water to him. He can’t even remember the last time he was really, really drunk, he just gets tipsy now. And believe he absolutely uses this to his advantage

You’re drinking together? He’s going to fill up your cup every time he fills up his own, so before you realize how much you’ve been drinking, you’re five drinks in and swaying on the spot while Dabi is completely unfazed. He’ll tease you about having no tolerance to make you drink more

Drinking games!! Once again his tolerance gives him an advantage. He’ll pull some fake chivalrous shit like offering to drink for you on the first round of beer pong and then after that he’s just going to demolish you until you’re so plastered he basically has to carry you up to his room (which has empty liquor bottles lined up on the shelves as “decor” because he’s such a stereotypical frat bro)

Ok this is kinda weird but bear with me—Dabi actually dislikes that alcohol makes you less responsive/makes it harder for you to cum. Doesn’t mean he’ll hesitate to get you drunk but he wants you to feel everything he’s doing to you and alcohol isn’t really conducive to that

Very laid-back when he’s tipsy, you can barely tell the difference from when he’s sober ♡

Shigaraki Tomura

A liiiiiiiightweight. 3 drinks and Tomura’s out bruv, out like a goddamn lightbulb, I said what I said

Although tbh it’s more like he gets drunk really quick and then sobers up really quick. Like he’ll be nodding off at the pregame but by the time the party starts, he’s ready to get going again

A wimp when it comes to alc preferences. Hates the taste of strong liquor and will never take shots without a chaser. Prefers to mix vodka and tequila rather than doing shots, preferably with root beer/sprite. Gets pissy if the party runs out of shit to chase with. The frat has a steady supply of amaretto and kahlua because of Tomura, he really likes sweet drinks

Genuinely hates beer and will take white claw over beer any day of the week. But he’s a frat president so he avoids talking about it bc it’s pretty embarrassing

Don’t tell anyone but…Tomura doesn’t really like drinking? Since he’s the president he has to be in charge of a lot of shit when they have parties. Drunk freshmen puking in the backyard? Tomura has to tell Dabi (recruitment chair) to find some pledges to clean it up. Fight breaks out? Tomura has to make sure no one gets hurt enough to get the frat in trouble with school admin. Undercover cops? Tomura’s the one who has to announce that they’re out of alc and shut it down

It’s annoying enough for Tomura to deal with that shit (not to mention get Keigo to stop fucking freshman girls and pull his weight as social chair) when he’s sober, and it’s 100x worse when he’s drunk

On the other hand, when Tomura gets drunk he’ll get really drunk. Doesn’t dance so he’ll just sit on the couch and maybe play handheld games, and he’ll get super annoyed bc he’s shit at games when his vision is blurry and his hands are shaking

Pretty suggestible when he’s been drinking. If you’re dating Tomura you can get him to do all kinds of crap after you get a few shots in him. Make him do your skincare routine with you and put face masks on together :,) He’ll never admit it but he likes being taken care of when he’s wasted

ON THE OTHER HAND THO…….if you’re not dating and instead just some random chick at one of his parties? Tomura will absolutely use being drunk as an excuse to creep on you. e.g. at kickbacks he’ll get you to play never have I ever/truth or dare so he can ask invasive questions

Are you a virgin?

How old were you when you lost it? Oh wow, you’re a slut/prude.

Body count?

Do you like sucking cock?

Ever let a guy tie you up/choke you/cum inside?

You keep answering because he seems super detached/disinterested, like he doesn’t really care about your answers or he’s just joking around. Little do you know…

Honestly a sneak creep—Tomura seems like he doesn’t give a shit about you until he’s groping you under your shirt on the dance floor, hands squeezing your tits before he shoves them into your shorts and tells you he’s going to wreck this little pussy as soon as he gets you alone ♔

Chisaki Kai

You know Kai drinks, but you never really see him drinking? It’s weird…he’s always holding a bottle when you run into him at parties but he never takes off the cloth mask he’s wearing

Brings his own alcohol to parties because no fucking way he’s going to be drinking the same nasty shit that the hosts are providing. Jungle juice? You’ve got to be fucking kidding. Do you have any idea how unsanitary that is? Even thinking about it makes Kai want to throw up

Highkey a drug dealer although he doesn’t do much himself except maybe coke or adderall…Kai can sell you basically anything and all his shit is that high-quality you can’t usually get from a campus dealer

At the same time, if Kai’s planning on fucking you he probably won’t give you that much because he doesn’t want to babysit you when you get crossed

Likes Asian liquors, very on-brand for him. Baijiu, shōchū, sake, that kind of thing. Drinks a fair amount of soju but he exclusively buys boring flavors like “fresh” or “classic”

When it comes to Western liquor, Kai has better taste than most students. Would rather drink vinegar than any alcohol that came out of a plastic bottle, box, or bag. He likes top-shelf whiskey and gin and he’s good with strong alcohol; if you wince after taking a shot he’ll definitely look down on you

Prefers afterparties and kickbacks to big parties, and will take roof/outdoor events over crowds. Hasn’t set foot inside a social frat since he was a freshman and doesn’t plan to. Very much the “let’s get out of here, I have something stronger at my place” type

Fuck, you’re so trusting when you’re drunk…he could probably put a leash and collar on you and you’d thank him. It’s sort of baffling how bubbly and sweet you are when Kai gets a little liquor in you; he can’t decide if it’s annoying or a turn-on

Kai has average tolerance but unbelievable self-control and awareness, so he’s careful not to get too drunk himself

Likewise, if he’s interested he’ll keep a close eye on how much you’re drinking and how trashed you are, because when he gets around to fucking you he wants you to be fuzzy enough that he can easily take advantage but not too sloppy. Wouldn’t want you gagging on his cock after all

Loves watching you stumble around and fall over shit while he’s just shy of sobriety. Only time you’ve ever seen Kai laugh is when you drunkenly asked him for help walking once. No way. If you can’t walk by yourself you should just crawl

When Kai actually gets drunk, he’s pretty much the same except a little more sleepy/lazy. If he’s sitting down he has a habit of nodding off in the middle of conversations. It’s lowkey cute but Setsuno brought it up once and Kai got pissed so don’t mention it to him ♢

#dabi x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul x reader #bnha x reader #dabi #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki #overhaul #chisaki kai #shigaraki x reader #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero fanfic #bnha headcanons #boku no hero academia headacnons #BNHA college AU #tw dubcon

[marvel-m-lee]

LER CAMILO LETS GET IT

So ler!camilo is a different story 🧍 that boy is ALL confidence here-

One of my favorite things to think about is him sneaking up and poking someone, shifting quickly into someone else and just shrugging when the person he poked turns around.

Of course he messed that up one time by actually speaking once he shifted, giving himself away, since his voice doesn’t change when he shifts 😭 YOU LIVE AND YOU LEARN 🤝

Camilo is a little goblin, and he’s full of ruthless energy, so there’s no doubt in my mind that he would go ALL OUT on whoever his victim is. Tackling them to the ground, going for all the worst spots, and showering teases like “you’re so LOUD!!” “What could possibly be this funny?!” Or “would you hold still?! I’m trying to fix something!”

And if the lee was stronger than him? No problem! He’ll just shift into someone bigger and keep going!

And if he knows the lee gets flustered at a specific person tkling them? Guess what! He shifts into them! “Open your eyes ___!! Look who it is!!”

He absolutely loves bothering Isabela and Dolores with tickles. Isabela because she has a really funny, out of character laugh that Camilo finds entertaining, and Dolores, because he feels proud of himself when he can get to her without her hearing him first

THERE WE GO!! I can’t believe I forgot Camilo

CAMILER. (I'm in love with these names now PFFT)

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YOU DONT UNDERSTAND YES.

This boy is either all ler or all lee. It's ADOABLE. but like imagine he's just shitting Mirabel with tickles and she just threatens him with them back?! ALSO THE SHAPE SHIFTING. THE SHAPE SHIFTING.

OKAY. man would 100% tickle you as someone who made you flustered. Like he would- you have a crush on someone? That's who he is! And Camilo is just a massive ler with his teases. I imagine him being so good with them- like genuinely so so so good at teasing bc of his sarcasm at "Not if we don't have a house?..- what?! We don't have a house, I cant say we don't have a house? What is that? NOT A HOUSE"

Also scooping up Antonio and just wrecking the youngling in his lap as he teased him?!

ALSO ISABELA AND CAMILO'S RIVALRIES GIVE ME LIFE. you don't understand, honestly. He would take so much pleasure in wrecking her and she would come straight back, like even when she was perfect, she would retaliate with minor things like a vine under the table if he got too annoying or a wrecking with her plants while no one was around and Camilo was just in the open, so he wouldn't expect it. FUCK DO I LOVE THEM

Camilo would also wreck his tio the MOMENT he found out Bruno was a lee. Like the second he found our he'd be like "testing time~!" Bc he needed to know.

This boy would know hoe to wreck you quick too, not minding a quick chase around the house bc it made it that much sweeter afterwards-

AHHHH HES SO CUTE! he and Bruno are so similar in so many ways I think it's just adorable. OH M G. OKAY ALSO NEW HC I JUST CAME UP WITH- I hc Bruno would chase the kids around as a tk monster bc they would judge him blah blah (still gentle though and embarrassed lmao) but what if Camilo got like ideas from Bruno?? Like OMG THE LYRICS TOO-

Okay wait- what this is too long give me a second and I'll @ u for it bc its rlly cute-

If you or anyone else have anymore hc, prompts, ideas blah blah blah PLEASE SEND THEM IN BC ITS SOOOOOO CUTE EEEE AHAHAHAHHAHAHAH *screaming on the inside ngl*

#camiler #camilo #ler!camilo #he's a lee and a ler #ahhhh #so cute #camilo headcanons #tickle #encanto #encanto tickles #asks #asking for asks #oh god feeling a bit sick now from the nosebleed-

[my-writings-and-musings]

For the bot reader sparkling prompt what about Swerve and or Whirl? (I’m especially curious about Whirl’s reaction if the (or one) of the sparkling(s) resembles him pre-empurata) I would toss a possible Misfire in there too but I don’t think he’s a bot you usually do.

Hope you're ready for FEELS and CUTE SPARKLINGS because that's absolutely my favorite combo anon! Plus I'd always liked the Scavengers but never really looked into their appearance in the comic until now, and thank you for giving me the impetus to learn about the chaotic but still lovable gaggle of misfits.

Swerve

·He's admittedly been on a whole new level of euphoria since the two of you started dating, but the moment he found out you were gonna be Creators he more or less ascended. Every scan nearly brings him to tears and he keeps all the pictures on him wherever he goes, so any bot that comes near will be ambushed by a flood of bragging and a veritable album of a bitlet that hasn't even been born yet. Suffice to say that when it was finally time to meet your little bundle, he was emotional, though for your sake he remained a surprisingly steadfast and supportive partner through the entire emergence. But the moment he laid his visor on that squawling little bitlet...

·"Tears" aren't quite sufficient to describe the waterfall that poured from his visor, but thankfully the staff was quite accustomed to such reactions and smoothly checked over the newborn before handing them back to their new parents. As a metallurgist for a species made of metal that's at it's most vulnerable after birth, he's actually been present for a few sparklings entering the world to provide potential care for those considered high risk, but nothing could have prepared him for seeing your beautiful new bitlet in person.

·Between praising you and the beeb he can hardly get a coherent word out through the blubbering, but his awe and adoration is still clear as day. You made a whole new bot, and now they're here, and they're the most amazing little sparkling the planet has ever seen! Every feature of yours or his that he sees gets him crying anew, and he can't possibly fathom what he's done to deserve any of these blessings. Countless photos of their first few hours are accumulated to join his collection in addition to being shared via intergalactic Wi-Fi to every friend you have.

·When your chosen visitors arrive he's absolutely effusive with his praise of you and the beeb. Do they see this bitlet? Have any of them ever seen anything this precious in all of history?! His Conjunx made them isn't that the most amazing thing in the entire galaxy like how did they even do that?! Even bots who know him well are amazed by how genuinely tender and affectionate he is, as there's not a joke to be heard from him even once. Truthfully he can't think of anything funny about this at all, except maybe how even the tougher bots that visit absolutely melt when they see the sweet little face of a newborn amidst a bundle of blankets, but he can't really blame them now can he?

·Despite all of his joy for the two of you being Creators, when it's just you and him and the sparkling again, he's quite hesitant to ask if he can hold them. He's held them before in the rush of the moment, but here in the still and calm... It worries him. There's so much caution in his grip when he takes them into a gentle cradle, his bulky arms easily supporting the tiny weight despite how unnaturally heavy they feel. There's a flash of worry for all the chances he'll have to mess up, but that disappears when a little fist pops free of the blanket and into the bitlets mouth, where they contentedly suckle on it in the most adorable display he's ever beheld. Somehow he knows it will be okay in that moment, because he'll never let anything happen to you or your new little addition.

Whirl

·His reaction to his own prospective sirehood was a near perfect example of internal screaming beneath a veneer of calm. Of course he wasn't necessarily surprised, and he loved you more than anything in any universe, but... you've met him, right? Sure, you fragged him, but have you paid attention to the kind of bot he is? Do you really want any of this around a sparkling, or remixed into one? Admittedly he hadn't had an argument for your simple "yes" in reply, and to the day your little bitlet arrives he still can't think of a rebuttal, beyond how his claws don't give you much of a hand to hold or provide good massages.

·Somehow the entire process manages to be Unicron levels of unthinkable horror and awe inspiring beautiful wonder at the exact same time, and his attitude is even more varied as a result. There are moments he's the calm partner whispering sweet nothings, the aggressive coach shouting for you to kick labor's ass, the panicking wimp who refuses to believe the body parts he's seeing belong where they are, and the petrified but dutiful sire-to-be frozen in horror while you hold onto him for dear life. Thankfully he manages to reign it all in once the two of you have a newly minted bitlet wailing in the real world.

·He'd expected to be awed, but also knew to brace for seeing a bundle that... didn't much resemble his current self, due to Empurata not affecting genetics, but he never could have prepared himself for the reality. One look at this tiny and flawless little accident and he comes embarrassingly close to fainting, his long legs folding into a chair some brilliant medic was smart enough to push beside the bed, and his optic growing misty as he beholds you and the whole new person you made. There's awe at the fact he contributed to making something unbelievably perfect, happiness for a million reasons he doesn't care to comprehend, but also... sadness. A face he'd never thought he would see again is looking up at him with the biggest and most innocent pair of optics, all while a tiny mouth nibbles on a pair of servos so like the ones he had taken from him.

·He should be... angry, maybe? Old Whirl would have been angry, furious at the Functionists for ruining so much, but he just doesn't feel it. The sadness in his spark isn't even for him, it's for this little one who will grow up and eventually figure out why his sire looks the way he does, and all the pain that may cause a bot who never did anything to anyone... But that feeling is so small it's quickly swept away so he can feel what he actually wants to feel, and he wants to feel happy damn it! You and he have a bitlet, and a pretty good one as far as bitlets go! Heavy stuff can be addressed later, the two of you get to enjoy this with friends! There's precious few bots he trusts enough to visit, but those that make the cut are welcomed and invited to pay respects to the cutest sparkling ever born and the bot who squeezed them out. He has to fight incredibly hard to keep from shedding happy tears, but seeing so many of his friends coo over this tiny miracle strains his emotional reservation to the limits.

·For all the love he has for the little one, and all his progress in accepting himself, he still hasn't held them by the time night is settling and you're in need of rest. Only your obvious exhaustion and his protective nature compels him to finally accept the sleeping sparkling, and even then he's a wreck on the inside, his spark all but crackling with anxiety as the delicate beeb is laid in his arms while he stays carefully seated. Nothing could have made him understand just how tiny this little guy was until this moment. As you drift off, he tempts fate and holds out the tip of a careful claw, not daring to ventilate as he gently adjusts some blankets for a better look. Something like abject terror shoots through him as a stubby hand takes hold of him, but he doesn't move, and the little one only coos and keeps his solid little grip. At that he lets himself cry just a little. Nothing will ever hurt you or this tiny gift so long as he lives, and he won't let anything past present or future ruin the happiness you've made together.

Misfire

·His whole life he's had a soft spot for things that need caring for, but every time he's found something or someone to take care of he's told himself all he really cares about is the potential benefit for him. Recent events have forced him to admit that there's a soft spark under his... business savvy ways. Finding out he'd be a sire though? That was an entirely new level of self discovery, because he's absolutely thrilled and has no logical reason why. He quickly has to tell the rest of the Scavengers, which becomes daily updates on everything sparkling related, so even his close collection of friends is admittedly a little relieved when the bitlet finally arrives and they can meet them. Thankfully none of them were there to see him faint on more than one occasion during the delivery, but he does have to make up a story about the dents on his head when he calls to give the announcement that their newest Scavenger has arrived, claiming that he got them in a heroic dive to save the bitlet when they were still slippery and dropped by a medic.

·While never one to be too mushy, he's made incredibly sappy just by the sight of the new little bitlet when they finally end up clean and swaddled in your arms. All across the little one's features are pieces of him that he recognizes on the spot. Blended perfectly with those are obvious signs of you, creating a whole new being who's got some of you both while still existing as their own unique little wonder. It defies all logic and yet he's so happy he can't really bring himself to care. From their optics to their stubby hands to their impossibly cute little pedes they're already the most perfect being to ever come into existence, making them tied with his Creators for perfection, and no bot is ever going to be able to convince him otherwise on that undeniable fact. But, for the sake of the moment he does have to wonder; does this sparkling yet realize how attractive they're going to be?

·The group is getting a million messages a minute from the new sire as they head over to see the newest addition, and when they finally arrive he does everything he can to present the little beeb with a proper introduction but can't stop getting misty optics and sniffling the whole time. Thankfully the Scavengers are an understanding bunch. Every one of them welcomes their new teammate with a carefully observant Misfire there to ensure they don't risk any kind of damage to the bitlet. Not that he doesn't trust them, but he does know them, so... None of them take it personally. Nickel is spared this oversight, of course, being a responsible bot and a medic more than capable of holding even a proportionally sizable sparkling. One she informs the new Creators is very cute in her proffesional opinion.

·Grimlock gets a special little moment with the new Sire, specifically one in which he gets to truly see how far he's come with his little adopted family now that it's started to grow. Misfire is fully trusting as he hands over the snoozing bitlet, and while the Dinobot is beyond touched, he does indeed hesitate just the tiniest bit. Gigantic servos absolutely dwarf the sparkling when they're settled within. Despite what any bot walking into the room might think, Misfire knows that at this very moment his bitlet is more or less in the safest place in the universe. They seem to be at least somewhat aware of this, as their little tubby cheeks lift up in a smile when they behold the gigantic bot looking down on them, a sight so unimaginably adorable it makes every bot present shed at least a single tear.

·When the rest of the group heads out after leaving a mountain of gifts in their wake, Misfire happily takes the beeb so you can get some sleep, because he at least got some rest when he passed out during emergence. Holding his little one with just the tiniest hint of uncertainty, he spends the night mostly chatting with them in a fully one sided whisper conversation, though he does occasionally get a tiny sound from the sparkling he'll swear is a coherent reply. Understandably, this little one has a lot to catch up on though. He can't help smiling at the thought of all the adventures he's going to be able to brag about to them, and how many you'll all have together once this little one is up and finally walking. There's so much he'll have to teach them too, and somehow that excites him more, knowing you and he will get to help shape this little wonder into the most amazing bot that's ever lived...

#transformers #more than meets the eye #mtmte #idw #maccadam #tf #lost light #my writing #my asks #anon #swerve x reader #whirl x reader #misfire x reader #scavengers #transformers sparklings #bot reader #self insert #requests

[astringofmadhousefloozies]

Magicam Live

Vil’s guest is a pest. Contains coarse language, people being catty bitches, and more telling than showing.

You want more, check my Twisted Wonderland Fanfiction tag. If you liked it, let me know!

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Transcript of Last Week's Magicam Live From *schoenheit_official

Vil: Hello my dearest fans! As promised, I will be showing off my newest capsule makeup collection, to be released this Monday exclusively at Feathersweep Cosmetics. However, due to high demand, instead of simply demonstrating on myself, I thought I would show that anyone could be half as beautiful as me with these!

[He holds a hand out to the side.]

V: Please welcome my fellow student at Night's Raven College, Yuu.

Yuu: Yo.

[A girl with short, dark hair and tired eyes sits down beside him. Spotty and plump, with a notable double chin. She's notably underdressed, compared to Vil.]

Y: I am she. I'm *donegotisekaid, if you haven't seen yet. Full of genuine memes from another universe, as well as me figuring this place out, and pictures of my not-cat.

V: She's simply been begging me for a makeover!

Y: He asked me if I'd do it, actually.

[Vil stops and takes a deep breath, clearly irritated.]

V: Yes, well. You've prepared?

Y: I scrubbed my face real good and managed to leave most of my pimples alone, if that's what you mean.

[Vil sighs]

V: As much as you're capable of, clearly. We'll start with the primer.

Y: [with a smile] Didn't you already give me one on how to act in this?

[Vil pinched the bridge of his nose, regret pouring from every cell in his body.]

V: Just lie back and be quiet until I'm done with you.

[Yuu looks at the camera, but says nothing. There's an audible snicker from behind the camera.]

[There are a few quiet minutes where Vil prepares her face, before selecting a foundation.]

V: So, is there a reason you don't wear makeup? You could look quite nice with it.

Y: Few reasons. It's a lot of effort, and I tire easily. I don't really like the feel of it on my face, and I tend to touch my face a lot anyways, so it doesn't last. It's a lot of money, and I break out very easily.

V: I can see that. Don't you use face wash?

Y: You should have seen me when I did use it! Much worse.

V: Ugh. I'll give you something later. And none of these have a good tone for you.

Y: Just pick the closest! I'll end up wrecking it by a few hours from now anyways.

[Vil rolled his eyes.]

V: Rook, any questions from the chat?

[A familiar accented voice from offscreen]

Rook: *stellargems wants to know how Yuu found herself at NRC.

Y: Transdimensional bullshit. I'm here until we figure out how I can get home. It's not bad, I don't miss it much.

V: Yuu even has her own dorm so she doesn't have to bother anyone.

Y: Not that it stops me.

V: [sotto voce] Don't we all know.

Y: If they kept you in a building with four usable rooms total and no electricity, you'd be out and about too. At least the ghosts there are really nice and help me out.

V: Do you kiss these ones too, or was that a one time thing?

Y: If I hadn't kissed her we'd be down a student and you and half the people I hang out with would be paralyzed, so don't make fun.

[Vil stops to regard the camera.]

V: To clarify, there was an incident with a ghost princess causing a lot of trouble at the school a few months ago. Yuu decided to kiss her to fix everything, because she's both stupid and deeply strange.

Y: It was really fun until I started dying.

V: All her blood was on the outside. It was disgusting.

Y: It did work though!

V: Keep telling yourself that, you didn't kiss the one you really wanted to.

[Yuu gives him the finger, and Vil shoves her hand down.]

R: *vilpleasefathermychildren asks-

[Yuu sputters with laughter. Vil just winks at the camera with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.]

R: They want to know if there'll be a coupon code for the new release.

V: There will! It'll be released via the official fanclub email Sunday night.

Y: It'll be a whole three percent off and you have to pay to access it.

V: Stop that.

Y: [sweetly] No.

Rook: *getterbackback wants to know what your shirt says?

Y: Yeah, hold on.

[She stands and pulls the shirt out to be seen better. It says in large letters, I'M CUTE AND I BITE]

Y: You can do one yourself if you take a dark shirt, tape the parts you want covered, and scorch the area around it with diluted bleach. I've done a few of these, a few designs more than once.

V: Destroyed them?

Y: Nah, Lil wants at least one of every one I do.

V: [to the camera] That would be our fellow student Lilia Vanrouge, from Diasomnia.

Y: He's pretty great. He's *elderbatbrat if you want to look him up.

V: Sit back down so I can figure out which blush to use.

Y: Pinks and corals work best for my skin tone.

V: I thought you didn't wear makeup?

Y: Why do you think I know wearing it tires me out? It's not something I ever did a lot because of the effort.

Y: Except for highlighter. it's basically sparkles and it's light, so I like that.

V: You remember that, but not your proper name?

Y: Ain't life grand.

R: I'm getting several questions about that. Would you care to elabourate for the chat?

Y: Yeah. I don't remember a lot about where I'm from. Culturally? Lots. What I like? What I don't like? Everything. Names and places specific to who I was? No. And don't ask me to think about it too hard, I get the worst fucking headache and I stop seeing right.

V: You've never seen right in your life.

Y: Oh, fuck off, Vil.

[Vil stops blushing one cheek to point.]

V: Stop that.

[Yuu responds by biting at his finger with an audible click when her teeth meet, laughing hysterically as Vil pulls back in shock.]

V: !!! Dreadful little monster!

Y: Yeah, but you're the one who thought you'd get more views if I was here.

R: We indeed just surged another 20,000 views and counting! Excellent work, Yuu.

Y: Thank you, Rook.

[Vil looks ready to explode.]

Y: I won't bite again, that was just too easy. Please continue, I do want to see what magic you can do.

V: This is regular makeup.

Y: Metaphorically, you jackass. 

R: *rosemassacre wants to know if you're always like this.

V: She's always this horrible.

Y: Vil first saw me and called me a dumpy little potato. I told him it's because I'm great all ways and everyone wants a taste, and slapped my ass at him. He's been obsessed with me ever since.

V: I am not obsessed with you.

R: You go into a rage over her at least once a week.

V:  She can't go a week without being a pest.

Y: I went three after you kicked me out of the movie club.

V: You can't just project violence on the walls of Pomfiore because I said we weren't going to watch it!

Y: Vil, it was The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2, and it is art.

V: A man gets sawed in half in the first ten minutes.

Y: To an absolutely bangin' soundtrack. Oh that reminds me. Ad time, hold on.

[She wiggles a little before puting on her best customer service face.]

Y: If you want to access media that is quite literally from another world, please go to MonstroMedia dot com and sign up! There's ebooks, movies, tv, music, and more. Much of it is horror, sci-fi and fantasy, as it's from my person collection of media brought with me on my laptop and backup drives. You can use the code SHOENHEITSAYSWHAT for the first month free!

[She put her hand up and lowered her voice to a conspiratorial tone.]

Y: I completely understand piracy, but I'd appreciate if you paid because this is the only way I get spending money, and I can only bat my eyes at these boys so much before they expect something in return for gifts.

V: How'd Ashengrotto talk you into that one?

Y: He was going to make me start paying for all the food I eat if I didn't.

R: *waterwitchesbetgitches says, and I quote, "so like if ur the only gal at NRC how many boyfs you have"

Y: So many. At least twenty. Even more if there were girls here.

V: That is a gross exaggeration. She has maybe three, if we're being very generous on the definition.

Y: [points] And he's mad he's not one of them.

V: [squinting] You are absolutely dreadful and I can't understand how you're so popular.

Y: I like you too, Vil.

[Vil pauses, visibly taken aback.]

V: ... Thank you.

V: You know you're going to have paparazzi on your tail now, right?

Y: Aw, shit.

R: *insertmagicamhandlehere wants to know what's on your neck.

V: An antique chain with an attached charm specially made for me by Soleil Atelier.

R: I believe that was for Yuu.

[Yuu snickers, as Vil looks for himself. When her collar is pulled down, it fully reveals a vicious set of hickeys with visible toothmarks.]

V: Eww.

Y: You should see the other guy.

V: Eww!

[Vil takes a moment to recover, while Yuu laughs.]

Y: That could be a second part! Everyone needs that tutorial. "Bruise Coverup How-to by Vil Shoenheit: For when you just can't keep them off of you."

[Vil mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like "nerds shouldn't be allowed to fuck"]

Y: Then where would your fans be?

V: At least there's only setting spray after this and then you can leave.

Y: Won't you get bored without me here?

R: One last question! *shroudstreaming has asked... well, there's a lengthy keysmash and an all-caps "why".

Y: Ah. Hi, babe!

Y: Hey, everyone go follow him, he's a total fucking babe and he refuses to take my word for it, no matter what I do to him-

[Vil sprays setting spray directly in her face, leading to Yuu coughing.]

V: No taste at all, and gross to boot. 

Y: Asshole.

[Vil offers a mirror]

V: No. Miracle worker.

[Yuu looks... well, the same, but with an even, well made-up face.]

Y: ... Aww. You remembered I like sparkles.

V: Less likely to scrub it off if you actually like it.

[Yuu's admiring herself for a few moments in silence, with Vil watching, quite pleased.]

Y: Hey, can I do you next?

V: Absolutely not.

Y: Ask the chat.

V: No.

R: Chat says yes.

V: [With a visible eye roll] Ugh, fine. 

Y: Aight. Take your shirt off.

V: What.

[Yuu brings up a case and flips it open. Inside is a magazine with a gory cover, and various things like fake blood and liquid latex.]

Y: Alright kiddies. You wanna learn how to slit a man's throat?

[Vil gets up and walks away without another word.]

Y: You said I could! Get back here!

[Yuu follows. Rook emerges from behind the camera.]

R: That's it for tonight, ma belles. Next time.

[Magicam Live ends, but not before audible yelling and scuffling, quickly cut off.]

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfiction #vil schoenheit

[generallybarzy]

hey there, stranger. i

SERIES MASTERLIST

summary: when you mention being lonely, Rebecca Seidenberg sets you- their babysitter- up on a blind date with Mat Barzal.

an: hi, i’ve been mia for a few days now due to some stuff, you all know what happened, but anyway here’s something to make my absence better! i know there might be some details that don’t make sense irl but just roll with it please I love the strangers to lovers trope so much. 

word count: 1.6k

Okay, you were lonely.

Ever since moving to New York for your first year of college, endless amounts of studying and work and more little jobs on the side to make ends meet living in the big city had taken up most of your spare time, leaving few opportunities for dating. Even when you did go on dates, they rarely lasted long enough to be called relationships, and not once have you had a serious relationship. This was your 20s, you were supposed to be out there living your life, weren’t you? Stupidly falling in love and getting your heart broken and learning along the way. But instead, you were busy trying to focus on that degree, leaving any hope of a love life behind.

Of course, there was nothing wrong with focusing on your degree, it was a degree you'd been looking forward to getting and you had been lucky enough to get accepted to your dream school, but it would be nice to have a significant other you could hold at the end of the day. Right? None of your many, many dates ended well, though, and though you were still young and didn't need to worry, you were lonely and felt late to the party as all your friends were falling in and out of love. It may have been dumb, but you were beginning to believe you’d never find the right guy.

And that’s where Rebecca Seidenberg stepped in to help.

She was a friend of your mom's and aunt's, and, though you didn't know her personally when you first moved out, word had spread through your family and to family friends, and she reached out to let you know that if you ever needed help in the big city, she would be there. She had been practically a mother figure to you since last year when you moved to New York all alone at 19 years old. She and her hockey player husband lived on Long Island with their children, just a quick commute from your city campus, and apparently, your mom had been in constant contact with her since your big move, checking in and asking someone to watch out for her little girl. You got a call one day asking if you needed any extra cash because, according to your mom, you were good with kids, and the two could use a babysitter for the night.

So, while you resided in a dorm room in the city and worked on campus between classes, you spent a lot of your Friday nights and weekends out on Long Island babysitting for the Seidenbergs when they went out on date nights.

They all quickly came to love you, especially the children, and you found it worth it to spend your weekends with them rather than out on any shitty dates or getting drunk at some stupid, dangerous frat party like a lot of college students. You loved their family, you loved all the genuine love, and could only hope that one day you'd have a relationship with that much love in it. You didn't like to admit how much you wanted a boyfriend, maybe it had something to do with your own insecurity, but you didn't want to think you needed a man. Maybe it had something to do with your fears, too. You didn’t want to get messed up again. You didn't need a man, but how great would it be to have someone there at the end of the day to curl into and rant to and love? It would be amazing. Okay, maybe you were a hopeless romantic. But you’d never admit it.

But about a month ago, as Rebecca was talking to you about a date Dennis was taking her on next week, you were feeling particularly romantic and hopeless. Your second year in college had just started up again, and you had returned to New York from your hometown to settle back into your lonely dorm room. All your friends were either meeting up with their partners after spending the summer apart, or dealing with the loneliness of having to be separate from them for the upcoming year, but you had nobody like that, and just let it slip.

"I wish I could find a guy who loves me like that." You lamented after commenting on how the Seids looked at each other with absolute heart eyes. "It's starting to feel like I'm just destined to be alone."

"What?" She looked at you incredulously, laughing a little as if she couldn't believe you hadn't found anyone. "You're still young, you have plenty of time!"

"Yeah, realistically I know, but I've been on so many dates, and none of them are ever successful.” You groaned, maybe a little dramatically as you thought back to all the dates you’d had since moving out of your parent’s house last year and coming to New York. “And all my friends have, like, solid relationships, or are at least messing around, and I can’t even do that. I feel so far behind.”

“There’s no timeline on love.” She spoke wisely, like the motherly figure you’d been missing. “You’re not falling behind. Anyway, the chances of you meeting the love of your life this young are pretty slim.”

“I know, and I’m not looking for the love of my life. Just… someone, you know?” You thought for a moment, just of having someone to smile with, to hug and to kiss after a hard day. You hadn’t had a true boyfriend since your last year of high school, and that hadn’t ended well. You had fallen hard for the wrongest person in the world, and he had done nothing but hurt you for months. It had definitely messed you up a bit, but you wanted nothing more than to forget about that whole ordeal and come out of your shell again, to love again. “I don't know if I'm being too picky or my standards are too high or something, but I just attract the wrong types of guys."

"Hmm." She gave it thought for a moment, and you knew she was going to work some of her motherly magic. "Well, what are you looking for?"

"I don't know. Just someone who's genuine? Someone who's really passionate and has a big heart. And funny, the guys I date always have the blandest humor and it makes dates so awkward and I'd have to force laughter. Someone who actually cares. I don't think that's too much to ask for, is it?"

"It's definitely not." She laughed for a moment. "I actually know someone who fits in those categories really well."

"Really?"

"If you'll let me, I think I could get him to go on a date with you."

"No, no way, blind dates aren't my thing."

"What's your thing? Dating apps?" You laughed at the playful chirp, but unfortunately, it was true. "Come on, I know it'll go well, even if you don't end up together. He's a great guy!"

"Alright, fine!" You laughed a bit, at both how excited she was and how excited you were to meet this guy she spoke so highly of. "It better be worth it."

"Trust me, you'll love him."

And that's how you ended up here, sitting all alone in the corner of a little coffee shop in Brooklyn, fiddling with the strings coming loose at the sleeves of your oversized sweater. It had been getting chillier out in the past few October weeks, and even though it was cozy and warm inside, you kept your sweater on for comfort, so you had something to fidget with and calm your nerves.

You were so nervous, you were overthinking everything you were doing. Were you dressed okay? Jean, a cute turtleneck with a loose sweater thrown over top, a cute little necklace- too casual? Not casual enough? Was your hair a wreck? You’d thrown it up in a cute bun but had it become a wreck since you walked here through the breeze? Your makeup was simple, but had it covered up the fact that you’d been breaking out due to the stress of your recent surge in classwork? You had already ordered a drink but immediately rethought it. Was it rude to order before he showed up?

As much as you trusted Mrs. Seidenberg, you couldn’t help the nagging feeling that this date would go horribly. He would be here any minute, you were sure of it. You could feel it.

And you were right.

The door to the coffee shop rattled open and in stepped a man who quickly drew your attention away from everybody else. In dark jeans, a tee, and a nice-looking black bomber jacket, he didn’t really stand out, but there was something about him- his aura, the way he held himself, that made him so appealing. That immediately drew your eyes to him. He had dark hair that looked soft to the touch and made you want to run your fingers through it, and his brows were furrowed above searching eyes as he looked around the room, making you think that maybe he was looking for someone. Maybe he was looking for you. Maybe it wasn't too much to hope that this man was your blind date. And the moment his eyes fell on you- the only person sitting all alone in this cafe- your eyes locked. Only then did you realize you’d been staring. His eyebrows quirked up a little bit and you saw a little smile start to pull at the corners of his lips. As he approached your table, you realized your prayers were answered.

He moved in long strides, almost gracefully towards you, and you were so mesmerized with how he approached you that you almost missed his beautiful voice when he spoke to you.

"(Y/N)?"

Breathless, you smiled. "Hey there, stranger."

#mat barzal #op #fic #mat barzal fic

[kiss4kazu]

Hi! could I request some headcanons for what kissing Ashe and Dimitri (Felix too if thats not too much if not its fine) would be like for the first time?

☆ first time kisses with ashe, dimitri, felix 

↳ ashe babie boy 

although ashe is really innocent and pure i think he’s easily one of the most romantic in blue lions and would really go above and beyond always for the person he loves. 

i know a lot of people probably see ashe as someone being too reluctant and nervous to actually ever make a move first but i think if he really liked someone, he’d be extremely obvious about it, blushing like crazy, a stuttering mess, etc and after enough pep talks from sylvain he’d finally make a move to ask u out on a date and it would be an absolute wreck.

would literally put together something so fckin cheesy n corny but in the most adorably ashe way that it makes you want to punch him from being so precious

like a cute picnic or something by a lake and he’d make cute little cakes with some help from annette and it would just be so pure. 

he’d rehearse how he’s going to confess in his head like a million times but when the moment actually comes it ends up just being a jumbled up mess filled with “ums” and he’d try to stick to the script him and sylvain came up with and get out a “y-you’re r-really… u-uh… p-pretty..” but then he’d fuck it all up by saying something weird n dorky like “a-and you s-smell really nice… w-wait that’s weird i’m sorry-” and you’d just hold back ur laughter, ur heart swelling with so so much affection for him. 

ofc he’d ask for permission to kiss you, cheeks crimson and his eyes looking up at yours like tht one starry eyed emoji. you’d give him a vocal response, since he rly needs that reassurance. no stutters just “of course ashe” and he’d smile so so big and then just swoop down totally uncoordinated. 

would probs miss your lips and have to readjust. 

kissing ashe for the first time would be … messy. he’s not experienced at all, and doesn’t know what to do with his hands and he’d honestly be a dead fish for a good few moments. but as you ease him more into the kiss, he’d loosen up a bit, tilt his head and just stop overthinking. his lips would be really warm and would taste so sweet from the cake and he’d smile so hard into the kiss that your teeth end up bumping into each other and you’d pull away laughing

ashe kisses are the best honestly the butterflies fireworks the whole shebang yknow. 

as he gets more confident he’d probably try out a few things he’s seen in books like slipping his tongue in and would be completely taken aback by just how nice it feels. would probably whine into the kiss, cradle your face in his hands, and once you guys pull apart for some air he’d just breathe heavily against your lips with the dopiest smile on his face :( <3 

he’d be rly slap happy after kissing you for the first time and would probably tackle u onto the picnic blanket laughing from happiness kissing your face everywhere and showering you in compliments, shoving his face into ur neck and just breathing in ur scent. 

he’s very clingy ok. 

↳ dimi !!

whew. ok so we’re gonna do academy phase dimi since feral dimi is uh… probs not sfw & violent skjdfjslkjfd  

academy phase dimi knows NOTHING about kissing n he has 0 experience so it takes him forever n a day to finally get the balls to kiss u and when he does … whew. 

i can imagine kissing dimi to be during like , a deep convo or something late at night, when he’s having trouble sleeping or something and ur just running ur fingers through his hair, listening to him as he vents and admiring the sound of his voice bc he’s always more talkative at the dead of night when he’s sleep deprived. 

he’d just look at u so so lovingly and it would be suffocating and ur just staring at his lips but u know ur probs way in over ur head bc uh he’s the future king of faerghus 

but then he’d ask for permission too like ashe tbh bc he’s just polite like tht and has too good mannerisms 

plus he cares a lot about your comfort and would never want to make u feel unsafe or uncomfy especially by his doing

and you would nod with quickness n he’d waste not a second to connect ur lips 

kissing dimi is like a trance tbh, type of kiss that feels like something in u is short-circuiting 

literally the type of kiss that makes ur knees buckle u know the ones. 

he’s a rly rly good kisser n it makes no sense bc he’s literally never kissed anyone before in his life n it kind of makes u mad bc why is he perfect 

a rly rly passionate kisser and he can be kind of rougher than he intends to bc he’s not good with fragile things 

clearly v dominant in the kiss, one hand with an iron grip on ur hip the other tangled up behind ur neck, gripping ur hair. after a while gets reluctant and starts to overthink things and pulls away apologizing for being too rough

you’d probs have to reassure him a million times tht its okay dimi ur not hurting me!! 

he’s rly touch starved tbh so he always tends to take pecks into full-blown makeout sessions or when he intends to just kiss ur forehead he ends up kissing ur cheeks too, ur jaw, down ur neck just riling himself up tbh and then he finally  looks up at u with his eyes all dark n ur just like … here we go

did i mention he groans a lot during kisses bc he does 

dimi’s other sides shining through when his emotions overwhelm him is just .. dimitri 101. 

he’s rough, seemingly an expert at this shit, his tongue shoving past your lips and completely taking u off guard. he’d literally kiss you so hard your head would spin and he’d do it all with a blush on his face bc he’s still a shy babie.  as soon as the moment is over he’s back to stuttering n being all awkward boyish prince. 

he’s also the type to shower u in compliments between kisses.

kisses lips “you’re so gorgeous” smooches neck “so amazing” kisses jaw “goddess i love you” 

im scream crying

↳ felix too bc WHY NOT ! i love him 

listen. 

this little fucker kisses the life out of people u heard it here first folks. 

he’s 100% a heat of the moment type of kisser. it could go two ways tbh. like if you got hurt or something on his behalf he’d scream at you with glossy eyes for a good 5 minutes and then just stare at you all >:( and then he’d just grab you and  kiss the fuck out of you.

probably the most passionate kisser out of the three, he kisses to the point where u can’t feel ur toes and stuff he’d just completely indulge without any fucks given bc he almost lost you and he’s not good with explaining his emotions so hopefully this helps you understand. 

the other way i can see a first kiss going down with felix is more.. vulnerable, despite his hard exterior. he is rough and mean but it’s not bc he’s genuinely a bad person he just has walls built up so high tht its impossible for anyone to rly climb over 

to get a kiss from lix, u definitely have to have climbed over tht wall of his, or just fly a wrecking ball through it n send it crumbling to the ground

you’re literally the only exception, the only person who can rly get through to him 

he’d probably turn to you for comfort a lot, when dimitri agitates him with memories of glenn or his dad says something that ticks him off and he wants to punch something he’d just go to you instead, knock on ur door and just waltz in like he owns the place, sitting down on ur bed and u would know he wants cuddles bc this is how felix communicates 

if he had to actually say “i want cuddles” out loud he’d probably shoot himself in the foot with an arrow so he’s glad u understand, u always understand him just by looking at him n it’s reassuring bc he’s never been good with words.

its kind of cringe to him that he likes being held but shocker he likes being held 

he also rly rly likes it when u play with his hair he’s like a cat he will literally start nuzzling into you, so warm and pliant to your touch

ok im getting distracted back to the kissing shit

felix would probably just be rly overwhelmed with emotions n he doesn’t rly know how to tell u “i like u” so he just says “im going to kiss you.” like a literal statement n then he does it n ur just like o-o bc wtf. 

if ur not responsive at first he’d just pull away after a while and wouldn’t meet eyes with u and be all blushy. 

would let out a tch like the little shit that he is, and u have to turn his face so he’s properly looking at u again and meeting eyes with u 

he looks so vulnerable and stupidly gorgeous so u kiss him this time so he knows the feeling is mutual and it’d take him a min to really gather whats happening but once he does he’d literally. suck. the. life. out. of. your. face. period. 

felix kisses r rough n messy n just completely self-indulgent and he groans shamelessly when u pull his hair tie out from his bun and tug at his hair yes i have a thing for felix’s hair leave me alone.

gives 0 fucks would literally shove his tongue down your throat pull you flush against him and he always calls sylvain insatiable but rly its this fucker who’s insatiable he is literally eating your face. 

you’d have to pull him away from you and he’d just pant so hard against your lips and look at you like he wants to devour you and its kind of overwhelming bc he’s fucking hot !!!!! 

would shove his face into ur neck and mumble out an “i like you”  and u would tease him n be like “what did you say i cant hear u?” and he’d elbow u in the ribs  and groan into ur neck and u would laugh n kiss his head, telling him u like him too

at tht he’d lift his head up, his hair falling over his amber eyes and u would just push the strands away from his face and kiss him softly one last time before going back 2 ur conversation about punching sylvain’s face or sumn

anyway i love felix thanks 4 coming to my ted talk. 

requests are open! <3

- vivi ★

#fe3h #fe3h imagines #fe3h requests #fe3h headcanons #dimitri x reader #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #felix fraldarius #felix x reader #ashe ubert #ashe x reader #ashe duran #blue lions

[writethelifeyouwant]

Dive Bar, Ch. 1/?

Pairing: Dean x OFC (Dany) x Sam (brief), Dean x Sam (eventually)  Rating: 18+ Prompt/Summary: @spnkinkbingo square - Gay Panic (eventually, I don’t know how to write short things, so the gay panic comes later). Dany and Dean hit it off at a bar and Dean is confident it’s a sure thing. But Dean doesn’t know that Dany’s has a dare to complete, and he definitely didn’t imagine his night would end with his pull inviting his little brother to come home with them too.  WC: 3278 Tags: alcohol, cheesy flirting, tags will change next chapter 😉😏🍆 A/N: Okay, let’s be real. Anyone who knows me by now, knows I can’t fucking cut to the chase. Welcome to part one of who knows how many. If you want the smut quickly, I encourage begging 🤣(and so does Sam 😏) Ambience: Really want to set the mood? Welcome to a dive bar in Nowheresville, USA: Playlist and Ambience 

***

Sam told Dean he was crazy for even trying but Dean had a sense about these things; Sam didn’t. He was too considerate. Sam thought the fact she was out with her girlfriends meant she wasn’t interested, she wouldn’t want to be bothered, but Dean knew better. The ones who went up to get the next rounds were the ones who were looking to be bothered. They were separating themselves from the pack on purpose, to give guys the opportunity to pick them up and show them a good time. They wanted to prove to their friends that they were desirable. It wasn’t a bad confidence boost either, even if the guys that came on to them weren’t what they were after. 

So, when the girl with the flirty eyelashes that had been staring over at Sam and Dean’s table for the past half-hour spun off her stool and went to lean against the unpleasantly sticky bar, Dean knew his window had opened. 

“Watch and learn Sammy,” Dean smirked and slapped Sam’s shoulder as he sauntered over to his target, fixing his best smoulder in place. 

The girl felt movement behind her when Dean slid up and motioned to the bartender that he was after another round, and she turned with a coy but almost predatory twitch to her smile. She knew exactly who was behind her. 

“Hi there,” Dean was almost leering at the girl. 

*

Across the room, Sam was resisting the urge to put his head in his hands and pretend he’d never met his brother. This was gonna be a train wreck. At the very least, Dean was about to end up with one of those margaritas the bartender was laying down in front of her thrown in his face. 

Deciding to spare himself the second-hand embarrassment of watching Dean crash and burn with the coed he’d been eyeing since they arrived, Sam let his eyes wander the rest of the bar absentmindedly. He was nursing his second beer of the evening, after pounding back his first one with Dean in their stupid post-hunt ritual. 

It was new, their whole ‘who can down their beer the quickest’ routine. Before Stanford, Sam was lucky if his dad let him split a beer with them after a hunt, let alone chug one. But ever since he and Dean had been back on the road, it was like Dean was trying to make up for a bit of lost time, and things that absolutely smacked of immaturity were becoming part of how they lived their lives. Like how now, after a successful hunt, they always raced to the bottom of the first beer bottle, leaving the loser to buy the rounds for the rest of the night. 

When Dean started it, it was because he figured he obviously had the upper hand. He had years more drinking experience than Sammy, and there was no way the little geek had drunk that much at college.

What Dean didn’t know is that, for a while there, Sam and his friends had gone through a bit of a mental breakdown that manifested itself in endless parties, borderline alcoholism, and a very brief experimentation with some drugs on the ‘gateway’ end of the spectrum. Really, it was Sam’s best friend Brady pushing all of that, but with how he had grown up, Sam felt he was due some kind of breakdown, and it had felt good to let go for a little while. So, when Sam beat Dean in that first chugging contest, it became a whole different ball game. Now every time they did it, Dean was defending his honor. And he defended it about half the time but that night, Sam had won. 

Exhaling quietly in amusement at the absurdity of their routine, Sam spared a glance back towards Dean at the bar. He quickly ducked his head down when he realised Dean and the girl were looking over at him, like Dean was talking about him. Why would you spend time telling the girl you’re trying to bang about your weird kid brother? Maybe she had asked who Dean was there with, just making small talk. 

Yeah, that must be it, Sam thought to himself as he took another swig and realised he’d finished it on the sip before.

Torn between wanting another drink and not wanting to walk into the middle of a Dean Winchester flirt fest, Sam tried to quietly observe his brother again, hoping he would have struck out by now and it would be safe to approach. Peeking out from behind his hair Sam could see them leaning against the high wooden bar quite cozily, and laughing all nice and friendly-like. 

Damn. It looked like Dean was gonna be right about this chick; she was into him. Really, she shouldn’t be surprised. Everyone’s into Dean. And now he was gonna have to sleep in the Impala tonight. For once he’d like to just have a drink with his brother and go home (to the motel) and sleep in his own (motel) bed. Just perfect. 

*

When Dany turned around to acknowledge Dean, who had just sidled up behind her at the bar, she was very pleased with herself. 

Guys are just too simple, she mused. 

“Hi there,” Dean smiled down at her (he was considerably taller, despite her heels), charm turned on full blast. 

“Hey yourself,” she smiled back. She was friendly, but careful not to be too forward. Dean was the kind of guy that felt proud of winning the chase, she could just tell. And considering how forward she was planning on being after she made sure this guy wasn’t an axe-murderer, she figured playing coy for a little wouldn’t hurt. 

“So, this is kind of embarrassing,” Dean leaned down conspiratorially but still had to speak quite loudly to be heard above the noise of the bar. “My brother over there is a little shy.” Dean jerked his head behind him, to indicate where he had left Sam a moment before. 

Taken by surprise, Dany leaned back to look at Sam sitting alone at his high-top, who happened to look over at the two of them at the same time. Sam quickly ducked behind his bangs, trying very hard not to make eye contact. Dany giggled to herself. She had figured this guy was about to chat her up but he was over here asking for his brother who, based on his reaction a second ago, definitely was shy. How cute. 

“And,” Dean continued speaking and pulled Dany back from her thoughts of his shy and cute younger brother, “he wanted me to ask you for your number, so he knows how to get a hold of me tomorrow morning.” 

It took a second, but when the penny dropped Dany burst out laughing. Dean beamed, proud of his choice in pick-up lines, and let Dany get the giggles out of her system. “I know, I’m adorable.” Dean shrugged as if to say ‘what can you do?’ and leant back against the bar, bringing himself closer to Dany’s level. “I’m Dean.” He held out his hand and she took it, still stifling the last of her laughter. 

“Well, let me congratulate you on your originality Dean. I genuinely have not heard that one before.”

“Do I get a prize?” Dean’s eyebrows arched cheekily. 

“I don’t know,” Dany shrugged. “What do I get out of this deal?”

“Sweetheart, you get whatever you want.” 

“How about we start with a drink?” 

“Sure your friends won’t mind me taking up all your time?” 

Dany looked behind her to where she’d left her friends. They were all giggling and looking at her and Dean at the bar but trying to look like they weren’t paying attention to them at all. She shook her head despairingly at how unsubtle they were. Her friends were the worst. But she supposed they had more of a vested interest in how her night went than usual. Tonight was her dare night. 

“I think they can live without me for a little while.” 

*

“Wow, you’re really putting ‘em back sweetheart,” Dean laughed as Dany drained another beer. She was matching him round for round. 

“Well, I came out to have a good time tonight,” Dany shrugged, smiling mischievously. 

“How’s that working out for ya’ so far?”

“I’d say, so far so good, Dean.” 

Dean made finger guns at the empty glasses. “Get you another?” 

“Yeah, thanks,” she grinned as tucked her hair behind her ear. 

Dean rocked up to the bar and motioned to the haggard looking student behind it that he was after refills. When something brushed against his shoulder he jumped, reaching under his jacket until he realised it was just Sam. 

“Hey,” Dean drew out the ‘y’ on the end of his word. “Ma’ man Sam.” Dean smacked Sam’s shoulder and his brother tried to tamp down his bemused grimace. 

“How buzzed are you, dude?”

“Just the right amount Sammy,” Dean grinned wolfishly as he accepted the new beers from the bartender. The kid tried to take Sam’s order but Sam brushed him off. “Woah, you’re not tapping out?” Dean’s concern was almost comical. 

“Yeah, I’m just gonna go back to the motel. Grab some shut eye.” Sam tried to sound sage, like he was making this move because it was the smart, responsible thing to do, and not let on that it was his loneliness driving him home too early for Dean’s approval. 

“No, come on man, I’m not letting you be a sap tonight.” Dean waved over to the bartender for another beer, over Sam's objections. “N- listen. You’re gonna take this beer, bring it over to my table with Dany, and we’re gonna pick you out one of her friends.” Again, Sam tried to protest but there was a cold glass sloshing into his hand and a commanding grip on his shoulder and… he was always gonna follow Dean. “They’re all college chicks Sam. One of them has gotta be geeky enough for you.” 

When Sam got dragged to the edge of the table where Dean had left Dany a moment ago, something felt off. Sure he felt a little awkward becoming the third wheel while Dean sealed the deal on his sleeping arrangements for that evening but that wasn’t what he noticed the most. Dany looked far too happy to have the extra company at the table. Most girls with Dean in their tractor beams didn’t want anyone interfering, he’d been on that end of the stick one too many times to forget how it felt. But Dany was relaxed and smiling, beaming even, when Dean pushed Sam into a chair between them. 

Sam tried to settle into the easy conversation that Dany and Dean were having but he’s too preoccupied trying to suss Dany out to contribute much, despite Dany’s attempts to bring him into the discussion. 

“So Sam, Dean said you were the college goer in your family, what did you study?” Dany sipped her beer with her eyes trained on Sam. 

“Uh, pre-law,” Sam’s answer turned up at the end like a question. He wasn’t questioning what he studied at Stanford but he was questioning Dany’s motives in talking to him. Why wasn’t she just ignoring him and flirting with Dean? 

“Ah, smart guy. Interesting.” 

“What are you studying?” 

“Media and communications. I want to go into news or television.” 

“Well you definitely have the face for it,” Dean cut in smoothly. Dany flushed but she didn’t look embarrassed. She knew what she looked like. 

“Okay captain obvious,” Dany laughed. “You usually try this hard to get girls?”

Sam snorted into his beer, highly amused someone was calling Dean on his shit besides him. 

“Well I’m sitting here drinking with a beautiful woman. I don’t see any reason to pull punches,” Dean grinned. “Speaking of,” he leant forward craftily, “you got any other beautiful friends we can hook him up with?” Dean jerked his thumb towards his little brother. “I feel bad leaving him high and dry for the night.” 

“Dean!” Sam objected loudly, rolling his eyes. Dany just giggled. 

“Yeah I think I can help with that.” She drained her remaining drink and stood up. “Let me grab us one more round.” 

“Sounds great sweetheart,” Dean swatted at her ass as she passed him on the way back to the bar, ignoring Sam’s further objections to Dean’s new-found mission to get him laid. 

“Dude what are you doing?” 

“Helping you!”

“I don’t want your help!”

“Well trust me, you need it.”

“Do not!”

Sam’s objections were cut short when Dany returned with three beers and three shots on a tray; one clear and two amber. Dean reached for the drinks to help her unload. “What are we celebrating sweetheart?” He nodded to the shots. 

“We’ll find out soon,” Dany hedged, without giving up any more details. “So Sam, what’s your type?” 

Sam nearly choked on his beer. “Look Dany, ignore Dean please, I don’t need-” 

“No, come on, I’m invested now. What are you into? Boobs? Ass? Both?” Dany’s questions were curious but clinical. None of the teasing that Dean usually injected into the conversation when he tried to get Sam to open up about his sex life. Something in her tone was compelling. 

“Are we actually having this conversation?” Sam glanced between Dean and Dany astonishedly. “Did you slip something in my drink?” 

Dany laughed at Sam’s attempts to deflect but she could also see something in his face twitch, like his brows tugged up the corners of his lips. Something in him wanted to answer the question, wanted to open up to her. So she pushed. 

“Well?” 

Sam chuckled once ruefully, more to himself. Cracked his neck and settled back in his chair. Dany could tell he’d made up his mind, he was playing now. 

“Both,” Sam smirked. He was invested now too, and he wanted to see where Dany was taking this. Plus, it had been ages since he’d gotten any. 

“Okay,” Dany nodded and processed the information, deciding how that affected her line of questioning. Dean was keeping to himself in his corner, but he was having trouble hiding his grin behind his beer. This was already more than he’d ever been able to tease out of Sam. 

“Okay, so, not specific about body type, what about attitude? Feisty and forward?” Dany leant forward and trailed her finger down Sam’s arm. He smirked. “Or shy, and sweet?” She withdrew her hand, and ducked behind her hair. 

“Okay, why do I feel like I’m getting shut out here?” Dean laughed from his over his drink, not sounding as cocky as he hoped he did. 

“Don’t worry Dean, I’m not letting you go anywhere,” Dany smirked. “I’m just doing what you asked, making sure Sam here is sorted out for the night too.” Dany turned her smile back to Sam. “So which one? You like feeling in charge? Or you like getting a little roughed up like Dean over here?”

Now it was Dean’s turn to choke on his beer. “Excuse me sweetheart, what makes you think-”  

“Come on Dean,” Dany batted her eyes back in his direction. “I know what you’re after. I know you’re a boob man, that’s why you picked me. Your pick up lines and bravado, they’re looking for validation. You’re looking after your little brother, trying to make sure he’s happy, taken care of… you want someone to do the same thing for you.” 

Sam and Dean were both a little speechless. Dany reached past her empty beer and grabbed the shot glass with the clear liquor. 

“You sure you don’t actually study psychology or something?” Sam drained the last of his beer, impressed. 

“I’m not a shrink,” Dany smiled and shrugged. “I’ve just spent some time with some people, I know what to look out for.” 

“So, who are you picking out for me then?” Sam leant forward, now profoundly interested in what Dany may have deduced about what he wants in the bedroom. 

“Come clean time,” Dany knocked back her shot with a grimace and let the courage that came from lower inhibitions bubble up. “My friends and me, we play a game most weeks, pick a dare out of a hat. This week mine… was ‘have a threesome.’” Dany peeked up from behind her hair to look at Dean, who looked like he had just won the lottery. Sam’s expression was cautious. 

“Okay, so who else we taking home with us sweetheart?” Dean rubbed his hands together and turned to look back at Dany’s group of friends.  

“Sam.” Dany answered simply. 

“Which one’s Sam?” Dean was still scanning the group of coeds. 

“Uh Dean, I think she means me…” 

“My dare was a threesome with two guys.” For the first time that evening, Dany’s grin was a little sheepish. “Look I uh- I’m not just doing this because of the dare, it’s not coercion or anything. I wouldn’t be asking you both back if I didn’t want it.” 

Dean hadn’t found his voice yet. He was just staring at Dany, mind clearly running a mile a minute, and resolutely not looking at Sam. Sam, on the other hand, couldn’t take his eyes off Dean. The only recognisable emotion on Sam’s face was the tinge of fear in his eyes, like he was waiting for the bomb to go off, and getting more and more anxious by the second the longer it didn’t. 

“Why don’t I give you guys a minute to talk,” Dany stood up and pushed the shots she had bought towards them, “and I’ll go grab my purse and meet you by the door?” 

“And by ‘you’, you’re speaking in the strictly plural sense?” Sam checked, fingering the whisky in front of him. 

“That’s up to you guys,” Dany smiled and rounded the table, dragging her fingers over Dean’s shoulders on her way back to her friends. That seemed to be enough to jumpstart Dean back into speaking.

“Dude what the hell?” Dean’s voice was so, so close to a squeak, Sam really had to hold in his laughter. 

“What?” Sam was good at poking the bear. 

“What do you mean what? What the fuck?” 

“Yeah, I think that’s what she wants Dean. She wants to fuck.” 

“Yeah with me and my little brother!” Sam could tell Dean wanted to be shouting but he was keeping his voice to a hiss as best he could. 

“Yeah, so?”

“So?!” 

God Dean was so easy to wind up, Sam grinned. “Dean, have you never had a threesome before?” 

“Uh, yeah, of course.” 

“You’re lying,” Sam was astonished. He figured of course Dean would have done this kind of thing before. “You’ve never done one before?” Sam had to double check. 

“What, like you have?” Dean defended angrily. 

“Uh, yeah,” Sam’s grin was an unusual combination of sheepish but proud. “I um- I have actually, yeah.” Sam reached back and rubbed his neck, at a loss of what to do with his hands right now. 

“What the fuck did you do at that college?” 

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me Dean.” 

“Okay, so what, you’re saying you’re okay with this?” 

“I’m saying, there’s a real pretty girl over there by the door that wants to have sex. And she wants it so much, she wants two dicks in the equation.” Sam fixed Dean with a firm, decided stare. And he was pretty sure that Dean’s uncertainty was about to evaporate. Dean finally met Sam’s eyes and Sam saw the fight melt out of him. 

“Son of a bitch,” Dean breathed, then downed his shot.

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Emma woke up, the familiar view of the sun rising over the water and the city outside her window. She smiled; she would miss this view. Her body felt used and sore deep inside. She looked at Killian, asleep on his back, sound asleep.

She quietly tiptoed to the bathroom to brush her teeth and headed to the kitchen to pop in a K cup. She popped open her laptop and placed a delivery for boxes, bubble wrap, and tape.

She heard the water run and sat in the window seat looking down over the street, drinking her coffee. Killian walked out a moment later and looked around. “Hi. Did you sleep ok?” her soft voice rang out, and he noticed her sitting in the window.

He sat down next to her and took the coffee from her, taking a sip, and looked out at her view. The water, people below walking their dogs, runners jogging, men in suits, taxis honking. He smiled and looked at her.

Emma was looking at him curiously, her blonde curls shiny in the morning sun, tucked atop her head. She looked like an angel, he ran his hand over the curve of her cheek, and she smiled at him.

“What do we need to do today?” he asked, his voice still thick with sleep.

Emma smiled at him, his hair was a wreck sticking up at odd angles and she laughed and tried to smooth it. His eyes looked impossibly blue as he gazed at her, awaiting her answer.

“I ordered the packing supplies; it will be here a little later today. I thought we could explore a little” and he nodded yawning.

“Are you feeling, ok?” he asked her.

Her brows pulled together confused. “Uh-huh” and he slid his hand down her thigh to her ass.

“Here too?” he asked seriously, and she bit her lip and nodded.

“Was it ok that I did?” he asked, and she blushed and smiled at him.

“Have you ever…?” he trailed off, and she shook her head.

“Did you like it love?” he asked, and she blushed a deeper pink. “Swan? Don’t be shy my love” he asked her again.

“I did. But because it was you” she said squeaked out, and he smiled and kissed her forehead.

He got up and went to try and find a mug and coffee for himself. He started the machine, and Emma came into the kitchen leaning over the list on the counter, and he came up behind her caressing her gorgeous behind, as his coffee brewed.

“You know love, I would be happy to take you here whenever you want” he said kissing her neck and smirking into her skin, his hands lightly squeezing her ass.

She looked at him, “Have you done that before? With other women?” she asked.

His ears went red, “I, uh, a few times, but nothing like last night. I haven’t done that before with my hands” he said. Emma nodded, her cheeks pink.

He cupped her neck with his thumbs tracing over her jaw. “Emma, nothing I have done in my past even comes close to what we do love.”

She looked at him, and the blush crept down her neck to her chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist rubbing circles on her lower back, “Every time with you Emma, it feels like you’re sinking into my skin a little deeper every time. Sometimes I can’t even tell where I begin, and you end,”  she looked up at him in awe.

“I never tried it before. I bet it would hurt” she said quietly. “It’s not like you have a small dick either Jones,” she said and buried her face in his chest embarrassed.

He smiled against her hair, “Emma, I would never hurt you, or do something to hurt you in our bed love. If you wanted it, I would make sure you weren’t hurt at all” he murmured into her hair.

“Do you want that?” she asked him quietly.

He smiled, “I will take whatever you want, if that was a one-time thing last night, then I do not care in the slightest. But if you want me to fuck that gorgeous arse of yours, then I would absolutely love filling it” he smirked at her wickedly, and she rolled her eyes.

“Oh my god!” she said completely mortified. “Just answer me Killian!”

He nodded, “I would absolutely love to fuck your lovely arse, Emma. I love every inch of you, I don’t find it disgusting or a turnoff. It is you and me in our bed, there is nothing shameful about us in our bed, and wanting something from me, or I from you is nothing to be shameful over” he said kissing her forehead before he stepped to grab his coffee.

Emma felt like her face was on fire. “Is that something you enjoy? To be done to you I mean” she asked.

“I have never done it, so I can’t say I would or wouldn’t enjoy it. Is that something you want to try?” he asked her without any shame at all.

She eyed him, “Maybe. I’ll think about it, I would worry that I would hurt you.”

He nodded, “I have heard that prostate stimulation provides quite the release for men,” he said seriously and smiled at her.

“I could ask August,” she said.

“NO!” he all but shouted. “Our bedroom, our business. I love you, and I understand August is a package deal with you but no Swan. I do not want you to ask August about prostates or anything regarding my arse” he said, and she burst into laughter.

“Ok, ok. I won’t ask August how to give you a mind-blowing orgasm even though he would know” she said still giggling.

“Fuck, you’re adorable,” he said and kissed her. “I am incredibly lucky to have you, I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I am a right lucky bastard,” he said kissing her again before he sipped his coffee.

Emma looked at the clock, it was only nine. She walked down the hall and opened her closet and pulled down some boxes and bags and began looking through her drawers. August had cleaned out the majority of her dresser already, but the closet was still full.

She found her stickies and started walking through the rest of the apartment, Killian sitting in the window drinking his coffee still people watching. She placed stickies on pictures, her books. She stopped at her punching bag.

Killian walked over to her where she was looking. “Bring it” he said, and she looked at him curiously.

“Where will we put it? The loft isn’t some massive space” she said.

He circled her waist and placed his chin on her shoulder. “So, I will build you an area for all this stuff, in the back room of the shop, hell I will give you the office if you want it,” he said and kissed her neck.

“What about all this kitchen stuff?” she asked. “Well, bring the Keurig,” he said, and she laughed, “but I think we can donate the rest unless you want it, then we will donate mine,” he said. “Oh, bring your pasta pot,” he said.

“It’s cute that you think I own a pasta pot” and she laughed at him, and he chuckled.

“So, what do we need to bring?” he asked. She looked around. The art from my room and in here, my clothes, toiletries, I will leave cleaning supplies behind. We need to donate the kitchen stuff. Do you want the towels and linens, or should we just get new ones?” she trailed off.

Killian was grinning at her, “what?” she asked.

He shook his head, “nothing love. We can get new linens if you like, bathroom towels, whatever your heart desires. We can pick them out while we buy a new pasta pot” and she laughed.

She pulled up donation sites on her phone, “hey, there is a donation center a few blocks over, we can drop that stuff off last on our way back home” she said absentmindedly strolling around the room.

Killian’s heart somersaulted in his chest, she called Storybrooke home, she just did it without thinking about it. Her phone rang, she smiled and hit the speaker.

“Hey,” she said.

“Morning sunshine” August’s voice rang out. “Did you forgive Jones?” he asked.

She took him off speakerphone, “We talked, everything is fine. I can’t believe you told him to feed me” she said.

Whatever he said in response had Emma leaving the room. Killian was nervous, if he pissed off August, then there were going to be problems. He and Emma were a packaged deal, and Killian genuinely liked the man. He would never want to be at odds with him.

Emma came back in and handed him her phone “he wants to speak to you” she said and handed the phone to him.

“Morning August,” he said.

“Jones. I need a favor from you while you are in town. I need you to pick something up for me, and I will get it from you when I come see you guys.”

“What is it?” Killian asked, and Emma looked at him concerned.

“A gift for Emma, so you will need to ditch her to get it.”

“Ok, sure.” He said, and he shook his head at Emma.

“I will text you the details and let them know you’re coming. Text me when you are on your way there before you guys head out of the city” he said.

Killian nodded, “Sure mate. Hey before we donate all Emma’s kitchen, do you want anything?” he asked redirecting Emma’s attention.

“The Keurig” and Killian laughed.

“It’s already claimed, sorry” and August sighed “put me on speaker.”

“What do you want August?” Emma asked while she was pulling shoeboxes down.

“You should probably pull the menagerie of dildos out of your nightstand and give them some use Em” and cackled hanging up abruptly.

Emma’s face reddened, “what an asshole” she laughed.

Killian immediately went to her nightstand opening the drawer and his jaw dropped. “It’s like an arsenal of sex toys Swan,” he said pulling out one peculiarly shaped one.

Emma snatched it out of his hands, “I hate him” she said.

“Now, now Swan. Let’s not be so rash. There are a lot of items in this treasure chest that I do believe we can make use of love” he said still looking through it.

Emma laid face down on her bed, “I wish the floor would swallow me whole” she said muffled by the blankets.

Killian stopped, “Swan, have you ever used these with anyone?” and she looked up and shook her head.

“No, why?” she asked.

He nodded and leaned over her. “Good, we can keep them all then” and hooked his fingers under her shorts and pulled them down her legs. He grabbed the peculiar-shaped one and a tube of lubricant.

“I think we should test this one, make sure the batteries are still operational” he said smirking at her.

Emma’s pupils dilated, and she bit her lip. “You want to watch me?” she asked, and he nodded eagerly, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

She lifted up pulling her tank top off and was completely bared to his gaze, her nipples hardening in the morning light that filtered through the windows.

Emma reached over grabbing the lube out of his hand, and took some of it, lubricating the longer end of it, and handed him something, he looked down at it curiously.

“It’s the remote,” she said, and he grinned wickedly at her.

“Now I like that very much,” he said totally turned on that he would control her pleasure.

“Want to help me warm up?” She asked coyly, her eyes practically glowing.

“With pleasure,” he said kissing her, guiding her to lay flat on her back. He placed open mouth kissing, dragging them down her neck sucking lightly.

Glancing up at her, her green eyes darkened in lust. He continued his descent and his tongue darted out to tease that perfect bundle of nerves as he kept his eyes on hers.

He inhaled the scent of her and licked a stripe up her cunt with the flat of his tongue, and she moaned. He grabbed the toy, using it to tease her entrance which earned him a louder moan from Emma’s parted lips. Emma took the toy from his hand and inserted it, he watched in fascination as it disappeared inside her.

“I want to watch you get off on watching me” she panted, and he raised his eyes back to hers. He grabbed the remote and leaned over her, sucking each nipple into his mouth wetly, before licking across her lips.

“Ready love?” and she nodded. He switched it on and heard the faint vibrating noise, and Emma’s hips bucked. Killian pulled his pants down and fisted his cock tightly. He swiped the precum leaking out of his tip and offered his finger to Emma sucked it into her mouth and released his digit with a smirk.

He swallowed thickly, “bloody hell” he croaked out.

Emma reached her hands up, kneading her breasts and pulling her nipples. He increased the speed on the toy by one, and she cried out, her thighs trembling. Killian was so turned on, he pumped and gripped himself hard, making sure to keep his eyes on Emma and not miss a single thing.

Her eyes were on his cock, watching as he rubbed himself. “Do you like watching me love?” he asked her in a strained voice, and she nodded.

“You’re the most glorious thing I have ever bloody seen my love,” he said, feeling his sac pull tightly. Killian was working himself up too quickly and slowed his pace despite wanting to blow his load all over her perfect tits.

He hit the remote two notches and Emma arched her back and neck, her blonde curls escaping their confine, and fanning out tangled over her dark pillow. She was biting down on her bottom lip watching him touch himself. 

He was regretting this plan, he wanted to feel Emma come all over his cock, he wanted to fill her up with his cum and be the reason she fell apart.

He stopped rubbing himself, he just lightly caressed the head of his cock, stroking his desire but not allowing himself a release. He turned the toy up another notch and Emma screamed, her hand reaching for him.

He knelt closer to her, licking into her mouth, plucking at her nipples, and her hands slid into his hair as her hips thrashed, her pleasure was coming too fast.

“Emma, I can’t” he growled and turned the toy off. She looked startled and he swiftly removed the toy and pulled her up on her knees and gently pushed her forward onto her hands, her ass in the air.

He rubbed her cheeks and slapped them lightly and she moaned. He grabbed the lube and smeared some on his fingers. He lined his cock up and surged forward, eliciting a cry from Emma.

“Love, can I touch you here?” he asked rubbing over her ass, she stilled for a moment and nodded.

He rubbed the lube over his fingers warming it and kept pumping into her. Emma felt his thumb caress her ass, and she willed herself to calm down. His thick cock dragging in and out of her, she was already so worked up, and she felt him push his thumb into her ass slowly. It was like an assault on all of her senses.

“Oh god” she cried, her nails gripping the sheets, and Killian’s fingers dug into her hip as he plunged into her at a punishing pace.

“Killian, I need you to slow down! Babe, I am going to come!”

“Grip me, Emma, clench that perfect cunt around my cock and take it all” he said.

She felt it coming, an onslaught of pleasure building faster and faster inside of her. His thumb in her ass made her feel deliciously full.

“God I can feel my cock inside your perfect cunt Em,” he pushed and pulled his thumb quicker but still gentle, and he changed the position of it. He could feel his cock through her thin wall, and his thumb made her cunt only feel tighter around him.

“Emma love” he growled out, and he rammed into her stilling his hips as he pumped his thump gently in and out of her ass, she screamed as her orgasm washed through her, her ass clenching his thumb, and her cunt gripping his dick so tightly that his orgasm spilled into her in long jets.

“Bloody hell,” he said, and Emma was breathing hard, her head on the bed, her arms had given out. He slid his thumb out slowly, and she moaned at the loss of it. He smirked at that.

He went to the bathroom and washed his hands, grabbing a cloth and wetting it to clean her up. He was gentle as he wiped her, her body jerked a little as he ran it over her clit and wiped between her thighs.

“Are you alright love?” he asked lying next to her, and she nodded. He rubbed her back lightly, as she came down from her high.

“Wow,” she said eyeing him, and he nodded.

“Did that hurt, love?” he asked her, and she shook her head, and he grinned.

“I felt like you were everywhere, I can’t describe it” she said biting her lip.

“Good,” he said and kissed her shoulder.

“Why did you take the toy out?” she asked him, her green eyes sparkling.

“Because I couldn’t handle watching you come from a toy, and not on my cock” he said darkly, and she giggled.

“You’re hopeless Jones. So should we toss the drawer?”

He looked horrified, “DEFINITELY NOT!” he lightly smacked her ass, and she laughed at him.

Emma rolled to her side, her breathing slowing down. She took a moment to sit herself up, thankful that he wiped her down, so she didn’t get everything dirty.

“Alright Jones, we had our fun. I need to see where the delivery guy is at with the boxes” she said, rolling up and throwing on a pretty sundress and some panties. He just sat there dazed by her, and she kneeled next to him.

“You done ogling, and ready to help?” she said kissing his cheek and he rolled onto his back and pulled her to his chest as she giggled, and he peppered her cheeks and lips with kisses.

“As you wish” and got up, throwing his pants and tee shirt back on. Emma shook her head at him and started pulling shoes out and stacking them. She pulled a pair of tall black suede boots out, and those caught his attention.

“Thigh-high boots love?” he said, mental images flooding his brain and he felt all the blood rush south.

Emma smirked at him, “If you don’t help pack Killian, we are never getting home” she said slapping him in his arm where she knew he wasn’t bruised.

“Oi, hitting the invalid? Bad form Swan” he said, and she rolled her eyes at him.

He knelt down next to her, “Go out with me tonight” he said. Emma looked at him with sparkling eyes and kissed him. “Okay,” she said.

Killian got up, and went through the apartment, removing all the artwork Emma had tagged and laying them carefully on the couch for wrapping. He popped into her room, “do you have spackle?” and she shook her head.

“We can get some while we are out” and the door buzzer rang. She hopped up and pulled open the door. A young man came in carrying large

rolls of bubble wrap, boxes, and packing tape. Killian watched the young man take in Emma’s appearance, and definitely her lack of bra. 

He cleared his throat, Emma looked at him confused and finished signing the receipt. The young man left quickly and threw Killian a sheepish look.

“What did I miss?” she asked him. He shrugged, “nothing of consequence” and grabbed the bubble wrap. Emma grabbed some boxes and began assembling them in her room. 

Packing her shoes, folding clothes, and she looked at the clock, it was nearly one. She went out to find Killian, and he was just finishing wrapping her photos.

“Let’s go get lunch,” she said, and he nodded.

He strolled toward her, “I need a shower. Care to join me?” he said running his hand down her arms.

She smiled, “Just a shower” and he nodded. “I can live with that for now” he said and led her to the bathroom.

Killian dressed in jeans a soft tee shirt and ballcap, and Emma came out of the bathroom with makeup on, and a white sundress that was to her feet, her hair braided. 

He swallowed thickly, the vision of her in a white dress doing something to him on a level he hadn’t experienced before.

She grabbed a purse, and her sunglasses, and turned toward him smiling. What?” she asked.

He shook his head, “Nothing love. You look terrific” he said.

Emma smiled up at him, “Come on, I know the perfect place to take you” she said.

They got to the lobby, and she whistled for a cab. Killian was surprised she could whistle that loudly, but nothing about her truly shocked him. Emma Swan was an absolute marvel, his marvelous treasure.

Emma directed the cabbie to “Seaport district please”, and Killian looked out the window smiling, looking out at the city breezing past them. She gave him an address and they arrived there shortly.

Emma swiped her card in the holder and thanked the man, leading Killian toward something resembling a seafood shack. “The barking Crab” he said laughing at the name and she nodded.

“I love their Mussels,” she said, and he nodded taking her hand and leading her inside.

They opted to sit outside next to the Channel on the patio. He looked around, taking it all in and Emma smiled watching him looking at every little thing. “DO you like it?” she asked.

He smiled at her, “I do. So, what’s good here?” he asked.

“Everything. But I don’t know what your plans for dinner are” she said.

“I was going to take us to a seafood place, but I don’t mind eating seafood all day and night, it is my favorite,” he said, and she nodded.

Their waitress appeared and Emma ordered beers for them and rattled off about 4 different items. Killian was distracted watching the boats and all the people walking along the waterway.

“I can see why you like it here,” he said still watching everything.

Emma squeezed his hand on the tabletop. “It’s been my home for a long time, but this will always be here, we can visit whenever we want. I want you to be home, ok?” she said, and he looked at her with an impish smile and nodded.

“I promise I will bring you back often love” and she smiled agreeing.

Killian was amazed at the order, mussels steamed in wine, crab legs, hunks of lobster with butter and garlic sauce, and some kind of delicious roasted potatoes. 

They ate and talked. Laughing, and pointing at people as they walked by, he gazed at her often, looking so carefree and happy, their jokes felt like inside jokes just between them.

Killian knew this was it, she was it for him. He listened as Emma told him a ridiculous story about August and an idea, he had to try digging for clams on a weekend trip they took once, and how he sliced his foot wide open on a razor clam, bleeding all over the sand.

He liked hearing her happy memories, he hoped this weekend would be one of many for them, minus their argument. Their Waitress offered to take a photo of them, their first together he thought smiling.

They finished up their lunch and walked along the waterway, and when four o’clock rolled around Emma hailed a cab to take them home.

He remembered he needed to get Augusts' package, and they did need spackle for the nail holes, so he made a small list and grabbed the green keys telling Emma he was running to the store for that. 

He dialed Augusts' cell, and he picked up immediately.

“This better be a friendly call Jones,” he said.

“I am running out, text me the address and I will pick up your stuff while I am out” Killian said.

“Ok, I will call and let them know you are coming. Ask to see Marco” he said.

“This isn’t anything illegal, is it?” Killian asked seriously.

August barked out a laugh, “no Jones. Just a gift for Em, but she can’t see it, so you need to pack it away where she won’t find it before her birthday” he said.

Killian smiled, “ok. Ill text you when I have it” he replied.

“You may see something there that you like too,” he said cryptically.

“I will text you later,” Killian said, and he heard a man in the background. “August is everything ok?” he asked.

“Yah, yah Jones. I will talk to you soon.” Killian heard someone distinctly call August “babe” before the phone cut out. Did August have someone that he was seeing? He shook the thought off, it was none of his business. 

He hailed a cab giving the address and was brought to a small shopfront.

Killian paid for the cab and stepped out, the front door of the shop open, and he smiled. A jewelry store, he shook his head and walked inside.

An older man was seated on a stool, glasses perched low on his nose, and he looked up noticing Killian. “You must be Jones,” he said with a slight accent.

 Killian nodded and extended his hand, “Killian Jones. August Booth sent me here” he said a little unsure.

The man nodded and got up disappearing into the back room of the store. He came out with a wrapped package setting it down in front of him.

It was not small, but too large for their suitcase, he would need to wrap it and hide it in a moving box, he thought.

Marco eyed him, “is there something else you might care to see Killian?” the man asked.

Killian looked up at him and scanned the store. “Maybe” and he turned to walk along with the cases. He stopped in front of the case, spotting something. 

His heart racing, blood pounding through him, “can I see that one” he pointed, and Marco smiled and nodded, opening the case, and bringing the tray out. He grabbed a velvet cloth, and Killian pointed.

Marco held it up, “I see you have exquisite taste my boy” and Killian swallowed. “May I?” and Marco handed it to him with the cloth wrapped around the base.

Killian looked down, it was perfect, he smiled. “Emma would be very lucky” he said quietly to Killian.

Killian swallowed. “Um, I am not sure, you see we haven’t been together with all that long, I don’t know if it would be a wise choice” he stammered.

Marco nodded and took it back from him. “How about I put this on hold, and remove it from the floor, I will give you 30 days. You can call me, and if you want it, I will take installments if you wish” he said knowingly.

Killian swallowed, “How much is it?” he asked.

“Forty. But for Emma, Thirty” Marco said taking it back and tucking it safely inside of a velvet box and setting it on the counter.

Killian swallowed, “Uh, yeah. Um, do you have a card I can take with me?” he asked, and Marco slid one to him.

“How about we look over here my boy” and Marco led Killian across to necklaces, and bracelets. He scanned the case, and Marco pulled out a few trays.

“Emma is simple, she doesn’t wear a lot of jewelry,” he said, and Marco nodded knowingly. “Do you know her?” Killian asked the man.

Marco smiled at him, “very well actually. August and she both worked here in their younger days” he said.

Killian smiled at that, “well, what do you think would be most appropriate?” he asked.

Marco lifted a pendant, it was a circle, on a gold chain. “Very simple” Marco said, “perfect for Emma,” he said. Killian knew she would like it, so he nodded, and Marco rang it up, and wrapped it for him. The box small enough to fit in his pocket.

“It was a pleasure my boy” Marco grinned and shook Killian’s hand.

“Thank you, I uh, I will be in touch. Just don’t mention it to August please” and Marco nodded.

Killian headed out, and Marco’s voice rang out “She would be very lucky” he smiled at Killian, and Killian nodded heading out of the store in a daze, with Augusts' package tucked under his arm. 

He hailed a cab rattling off an address to a hardware store near Emma’s apartment and thought about the ring the entire drive until the cab came to a stop.

He got out, and grabbed what they needed, and asked for a paper bag so he could stash Augusts' box in it without Emma spotting it. He shot a text off to August, and he didn’t respond as he made his way into Emma’s building.

Emma was laying on the couch out of his sight when he came in, and he quickly set the bag on the counter, noticing her books and photos all wrapped and boxed.

“Emma?” He called out, and she popped up scaring him.

“Hey, where have you been?” She asked smiling.  

“I went to the hardware store on my google app, talked to a nice old man for quite a while,” he said, it wasn’t a lie he thought.

Emma smiled at him, “Well the closet is packed, out here, and the bathroom except for a few things we need out for two days. Should we start loading the truck?” she asked, and he nodded.

Killian grabbed the paper bag and headed to the bedroom, ten boxes neatly labeled were stacked up, and he saw a few lefts. He quickly slid the present for Emma in their suitcase and took August’s wrapping it in bubble wrap and shoved it into one of the boxes.

Emma appeared in the doorway, “What time is our reservation?” she asked startling him.

“I made it for 8:00, I wasn’t sure how long this would take” and she nodded at him.

“How about you go grab the elevator, and I will start bringing these out to it, just hold it until they are all inside” he said, and she nodded slipping her sandals on.

He began lifting all the boxes out and depositing them in the elevator while Emma stood there holding it open, texting on her phone. 

He grabbed her photographs and carefully leaned them against the wall as they descended to the garage. Emma unlocked the car, and he began loading it.

“I will grab your bag last before we leave,” he said to her, and she nodded looking in the car.

“You were right, maybe I had more than I thought,” she said smiling and he put his arm around her neck pulling her close.

“Told you” and kissed her with a smacking kiss.

They headed back in, and Emma looked around her apartment. “You got spackle?” she asked him, and he nodded, walking to the bedroom, and handed it to her. 

“Sit, I got it,” he said, and she laid on the couch on her phone while he walked through filling tiny nail holes.

“How long did you leave here for Swan?” he called out from the hallway. “Three years,” she said, and he was surprised. “Did August live in Boston too?” he asked.

“For two, not with me, but just a block away. Canada is the furthest he has ever been from me” she said.

Killian nodded and filled the last holes, the pink spackle already drying white in some spots. “So, your punching bag, our suitcase, and maybe one more box?” he asked her, and she scanned the room, making sure nothing was left.

“Yep, and the kitchen stuff for donation. I called for a pickup of that though while you were out, they will be here Monday morning” she said, and he nodded.

He collapsed in an armchair, and she smiled. “Thank you for your help” she said.

He smiled, “I would do this ten times if that were what it would take love” he said.

Emma laughed and nodded, getting up to head toward the bedroom. “Babe, what’s the name of the restaurant?” she called out to him.

“Mastro's Ocean Club,” he said glancing at the app on his phone. He heard Emma let out a whistle as she walked down the hall towards him. She plopped on his lap and kissed his cheek.

“That is very pricey sir,” she said. “We can go somewhere less expensive, that place is like Rockefeller expensive” and he smiled at her.

“Em, it is fine, we aren’t eating there every day, love. Let’s go get dressed up and have a fancy dinner” he said bopping her nose.

She frowned, “Did you bring a dinner jacket?” and he laughed, “I did actually. I looked it up and booked it before we left” and she looked surprised.

“Alrighty then!” She said laughing at him. She stayed curled up on his lap for a little while, until he shifted her.

“My legs are numb Swan,” he said kissing her hair.

She stretched out and rolled to the floor, the rug softening her fall. Killian laughed at her, and she smiled watching him rub the blood back into his legs. 

He rolled to the floor next to her and swept her hair back off her face, and leaned over her to kiss her.

“You taste like garlic,” he said, and she laughed.

“So do you, but I don’t mind” and they laid there making out like teenagers on the rug for a while. Killian finally rolled to the side and glanced at the clock. “You need time to get ready?” he asked her, and she nodded as she sat up.

“I am hopping in the shower,” he said, and she went to her closet looking at the choices she left out. She had two dresses that might suffice, it was a short black leather dress that she loved, and she had left out her tall black heels.

She heard Killian in the shower and turned on her curling wand, laying out all her makeup on her dresser.

She walked out to call August, and he picked up right away.

“Hey, sunshine,” he said.

“Hi. I miss you” she whined.

August laughed at her, “How is everything, all patched up?” he asked.

“Yep. We went to lunch, and we are going to dinner in a bit. What are you up to?” she asked as she flipped through her menu drawer, gathering them all up to toss.

“Ah, not much. I finished the wire fraud case, and I am having dinner with a friend myself” he said.

Emma dropped the menus, “Are you going on a date!” She asked excitedly and he laughed.

“You could say that,” he said cryptically.

“August! I want to know everything! Please?” she begged.

“His name is Scott, and this is our 4th or 5th date, right?” he called out and Emma nearly dropped the phone. “He is in your apartment with you, like right now!” she squealed.

August laughed, “You’re on speaker Em,” he said, “Be good.”

“Scott, what is your last name, and Hi, I’m Emma, and are you guys in a relationship?” She said quickly hearing August sigh.

A deep voice came out, “Hi Emma, I have heard a lot about you. I am Scott Wilson, I work in IT, and yes I like to think Auggie, and I are in a relationship” he said.

Emma was speechless and burst into laughter. “Auggie! OH MY GOD, You will never be August ever again! Thank you so much Scott!” she laughed, and August took her off speakerphone, “Why?!” he was chastising Scott who appeared to be laughing.

“No way duckling, you will never be calling me that, or I will disown you” he said.

“Aw Auggie you can’t give your sister back” she teased.

“I hate you,” he said without malice.

“I know Auggie, but it will be ok. So, when you come to see us, you will be bringing Scott too right?” she said practically bouncing in her seat.

She could practically hear Augusts' eyes roll through the phone, “Perhaps” he said. “Now go enjoy your dinner with Jones,” he said.

“Finnnnnnneeeee” She whined, “wait! I have a question” and she thought to Killian’s refusal of her to ask August anything bedroom-related.

“Actually, never mind, I got it” and August laughed.

“Love you,” he said.

“Bye Scott! Love you Auggie” she singsonged and he hung up on her.

She sat there laughing, and Killian came out in a towel, “What’s so funny love?”

Emma stood up, “August has a boyfriend! I just caught them; his name is Scott. I need my laptop” and she rushed toward her bed grabbing it, pulling up a website, and Killian watched her start typing in the man’s information.

“Em, come on love. Don’t run a check on him” and she glared at him. “Auggie did one on you, fair is fair” she shrugged, and Killian laughed shaking his head. “You two are completely mental.”

“Ah-ha! Got you!” she said and pulled his address, tax information, ID, and a whole slew of other things.

“OH MY GOD” she exclaimed, and Killian leaned down.

“What?” he asked, “Em this feels wrong love, the man deserves privacy.”

She kept looking and clicked. “He has a Facebook page!” She began looking through all his photos until Killian pushed the lid of her laptop down.

“Love, please go get ready and leave the man alone,” he said softly.

Emma rolled onto her back, and looked up at him pouting, “But” and Killian dropped his towel, leaning between her legs.

“I suggest you go get ready love, or I am going to keep you here in this bed, and your thoughts off the person in August's life, by force if I have to” and he smirked at her, licking the seam of her lips. She felt him harden against her leg, “Okay! Let me up!” he laughed and rolled off her.

She went into the bathroom and tried to get her thoughts on tonight, on Killian, and tonight. Tomorrow she wanted to take him to a ballgame at Fenway, as a surprise, and she needed to focus. She applied her makeup a little heavier than usual, and her hair perfectly curled.

She stepped out and Killian was out in the living room watching tv, and she noticed her laptop missing. She glanced at the clock and pulled out her surprise for him. She stepped into the bathroom with them and her dress.

She put her pretty black lace set up, and her garter belt. She carefully rolled up her thigh highs, clipping them into place, and took a look at herself. She smirked, he would not know what hit him she thought, and pulled her dress on, Zipping it up.

She came out and slid her heels on, and grabbed her favorite clutch, putting necessities in there. She strolled out to the living room where Killian was waiting for her, and his jaw dropped.

“Hi,” she said, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Wow” is all he could manage.

He walked toward her wrapping his arms around her waist and looked down at her shoes. “Always such impractical footwear,” he said smiling against her lips.

“I know, but I like these” and he smiled at her.

“you look good enough to eat love, and his fingertips skirted the edge of her dress. Emma quickly pushed his hands away, “Nope! Food Jones, you promised me a date” she said smirking and he nodded and grabbed his jacket off the hook by the door. “Do you need anything else before we leave?” and she shook her head pushing the elevator button.

Killian caged her against the wall with his arms, nuzzling her neck. “You are going to drive me absolutely mad,” he said lightly nipping her pulse point.

“That’s the point,” she said and pecked him quickly.

Emma whistled for a cab, and let Killian get in first. She didn’t want him catching a glimpse of her surprise for him, and grinned. When they arrived at the restaurant, he paid for the cab and led her inside, his hand warm on the small of her back, her blood pumping through her.

She had to try to not grin or react to his touch and keep herself presentable in a place like this. They were seated at their table and Killian chose a bottle of wine.

Emma smiled at him; he was really going all out to impress her. “You know I am a sure thing Jones, no need to break the bank,” she said sliding her fingers deliberately up and down her wine glass and looking at him watching the movement.

Killian swallowed, almost choking on his wine as he listened to her words. “You deserve a fancy night out Swan, wined, dined, maybe even sixty-nined if you play your cards right love,” he said smirking. What he was not expecting what to feel Emma’s foot stroke up his leg. He looked at her, trying to keep his face impassive, and she smirked mischievously.

He grabbed her ankle surprising her, “Careful love, you’re playing with fire” he said lowly, his cock stiff in his pants, and Emma blew him a kiss.

“I think I can handle that Jones,” she said, and he took a deep breath, trying to calm his dick down. The waiter by some merciful god appeared, and placed their plates before them, giving them the interruption, he needed. He wanted desperately to give her the necklace, but he would wait until dessert.

He looked down at his plate, and an artful arrangement of seafood sat before him, and he smiled at Emma. She looked a little overwhelmed by her plate of crab legs, and the crackers, they really were barking crab casual people with beers and laughter over silly jokes. He smiled at her, the thought warming his heart, and began to eat, smirking as Emma called the waiter over to crack the legs and bring them back.

He laughed at her, “Why on earth would you order that if you didn’t know how to crack them?” She smiled and shrugged, “in a place like this I assumed they would at least pre-crack them for me” and smiled again as the waiter placed her plate back down.

They talked about all kinds of things, they decided to paint the bedroom in the loft, Emma asked if there was room for a bench in his shower, and he nodded. They were making plans to travel away for weekends, and it was just surprisingly easy to picture.

The waiter cleared their plates, and Emma started to say something before she was handed a dessert menu. “I am happy we are doing this, I really am” she said, and he cocked an eyebrow confused. “Us, a life, I didn’t know I wanted it so badly, but I guess I just needed to find you,” she said, and her cheeks turned pink.

He smiled, and reached into his coat, “I got you something today” and he slid the velvet box towards her, her eyes widening. She looked at him curiously, and he nodded “go on, open it” and he noticed her hands shake slightly.

She popped open the lid, and she smiled big and wide. She got up out of her chair and leaned down to kiss him in front of the whole restaurant.

“I love you,” she said and kissed him one last time returning to her seat. She held the circle up and looked at it. “It is beautiful Killian, I love it” she said with a little awe in her voice.

He blushed and nodded.

“When did you find the time?” she asked, and his ears turned pink she noticed.

“When I went out today, I passed by a store that caught my eye and I just wanted to get you something” he said.

She unclasped it, and asked, “would you help me?” and he got up swiftly and clasped it for her.

The waiter stopped by and smiled at them, “Dessert?” and she nodded, “but please pack it to go,” she said, and the waiter took her order and scurried away.

Killian looked at her and she smiled, shrugging at him. “We can have dessert later” she said, and he grinned at her laughing. “Too right you are, my love.”

They made out like teenagers in the back of the cab, Emma kept pushing his hands away from the hem of her dress, and the cabbie was probably scandalized by their behavior.

They made it to the elevator before Killian dropped the dessert and pushed her against the wall of the elevator. He was finally able to slide his hands successfully up her dress. He stopped and pulled back, lifting her dress up, his pupils blown wide, and Emma bit her lip.

“Surprise,” she said, and he hoisted her over his shoulder as the elevator opened. He unlocked her door, practically sprinting to her room. He removed her shoes, dropping them along the hallway, and set her down on the soft carpet.

She turned away and he slid the zipper of her dress down, and she turned back to him. Her fingers sliding his coat off and unbuttoning his dress shirt. He toed his shoes off and tore his pants and socks off.

Emma pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed, and slowly removed her dress, her arms sliding out of each hole, and slowly peeling it down her until it dropped on the floor.

Killian’s eyes were nearly pitch black with desire, his tongue licking over his lips as he took in the sight of her surprise.

“Bloody Christ Emma, have you been wearing this all night?” he asked, and she bit her lip nodding.

Killian drank in the sight before him, she was a bloody goddess. Black sheer stockings, a lacy garter belt, and a matching bra and panty set he hadn’t seen before. He stood up and picked her up, her legs going around his waist, and he smiled as he laid her back on the bed.

He stood there looking at her perched on her elbows looking at him, waiting for him to make a move. He grabbed his pants, “Can I take a picture of you love?” she hesitated and nodded. He got the camera up and she tipped her head back and spread her legs. Snap, Snap, Snap.

He walked around the bed taking pictures of her at different angles. Emma smirked and laughed in some, he captured her perfectly.

“Killian stop!” she said pouting and he threw his phone to the floor and leaned over her.

“Sorry love, something so perfect needs to be captured” he said weaving his hand into her curls and kissing her deeply, angling her head with his hand.

He kissed down her neck, his hand snapping the garters against her skin, and she gasped at the sensation. He smirked against her skin doing it again, working his way down, kissing the tops of her breasts, sucking, and licking her soft skin.

Emma had never felt so desired in her entire life, it was an intoxicating feeling. His lips and tongue lavishing over her heated skin, desire pooling between her legs as he kissed his way further down her toward the apex of her thighs.

She gasped as he snapped the garter straps against her skin, surprising her. She felt his warm breath over her clit through the sheer panties, and his nose nuzzled against her. She moaned at the small contact.

“Gods you smell divine love” and he licked her through her panties. It was so much, and not enough. His hands rubbed up and down her legs, squeezing her skin and toying with her.

She was surprised when he unhooked the garter belt from her stockings, and slid her panties down, refastening the belts to her stockings. She smirked at him, “You want them on?”

He spread her thighs wider, bending her knees up on the bed, and lowered himself to just above her clit. “You look too delicious love, I am going to devour every inch of you” he said darkly, and he began lapping at her clit, his thumbs spreading her folds apart. Her head dropped back to the bed and her neck arched as he plunged his tongue inside her, fucking her with his mouth.

“Oh god” she moaned, her fingers scraping against his scalp, and he moaned against her cunt. He was drinking in every drop of her arousal; she was so wet, it was intoxicating. Her scent, her arousal, he felt drunk on her. He tucked two fingers inside her, continuing to lap at her, and curled them, thrusting, and rubbing her just right.

Emma squeezed her tits, pinching her nipples through the lace as Killian swiped over that spot with just the right amount of pressure. Her orgasm was rolling through her limbs, her veins crackling in anticipation as he sucked her clit into his mouth and she screamed, her hips bucking, her hands clenching the sheets as it tore through her with fury.

Killian brought her down gently and laid beside her. He pulled her above him, steadying her hips as he lowered her onto his thick length. Emma moaning deeply as he filled her up. She leaned back on one arm slightly, the angle allowing that last little bit of his cock to slip inside her.

“Fucking Christ Emma” he bit out, his tongue swiping over his lips, tasting her there. She began to move, to lift her hips, up and down his length fucking him with a hurried purpose. He leaned up, his arms under hers pulling her down on his cock hard and deep.

He groaned as he hit the bottom of her cunt, her walls so hot, and tight. She cried out, her nails digging into his skin, as she tried to keep her rhythm steady. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head when she squeezed him like a vice, sliding up and down him.

Killian gripped her hair and pulled her closer, pushing deeper inside of her. His lips bruising hers in hard kisses. “I am going to come Emma” he growled and bit down at the junction of her neck and shoulder” and she went faster, harder, and he could feel that spot deep inside her with the tip of his cock.

He held her tight, intent on bringing her with him when he felt her walls pulse around him, and he thrust up into her harder, and she gripped him as her body began to shake.

“Oh god” she screamed, and he let go, his cum filling her as he continued thrusting himself into her, emptying himself inside of her.

Emma gripped onto him as she came again, feeling every lash of cum hit her deep inside, she sagged against his sweaty chest. His head buried in her chest, his hands gripping her hips still. 

He pulled back to look at her, he pushed her sweaty curls off of her face and pulled her into a kiss. “I’m not done with you yet love,” he said lifting her off of him, flipping her onto her stomach.

He wrapped his arm under her stomach hauling her up to her knees and bent her forward. He dragged his hand through the cum leaking out of her, smearing it over her puckered hole.

“Emma, can I?” he asked.

She looked over her shoulder at him and nodded. He reached over and grabbed the tube of lube on the nightstand and warmed her up by using his finger. “Relax love, I won’t hurt you” and he felt the tight ring relax a fraction allowing him entry.

He slid his index finger in slowly, her back arched and she groaned. “It’s ok love, I will go slow, I promise Emma” and her head dipped down to the mattress.

He gently slid it in and out and squirted the lube over his dick, coating himself thickly, bringing his cock to full attention as he continued pushing his finger in and out. He squirted some over her ass, pushing it in with his finger, loosening her up, slipping in a second finger. She moaned at the entry.

Killian went slow, slightly scissoring his fingers, feeling her soft tissues relaxing. Emma was lightly rocking her hips into his hand, and he smiled. He knelt up and brought the tip of his dick to her hole, removing his fingers quickly and replacing them with the head of his cock.

Emma cried out softly at the different feeling, her mind in a million places, as she tried to focus on Killian’s reassuring coos. She felt the tip of his cock slip in, “oh god” she moaned biting her lip.

Killian rubbed her lower back with his hand, gently rocking himself into her ass gently, and she felt him inch in further. She felt him add more lube, spreading it around her, and he slid in further.

Killian looked down, watching as his dick slid further into her perfect ass. The tight muscles clenching him tightly, he bit down on his lip until the lube allowed him to slide in further. Emma moaned, “are you ok love” and she nodded.

“Good girl,” he said lovingly, and began rocking, sliding deeper with each soft thrust. He pushed a little harder, and her muscles gave way allowing him full entry. He went slow, and his eyes snapped shut as he slid all the way in.

He gripped her hip with his hand steadying her and used his clean one to reach around and rub her clit. Emma arched, her head tilting to the side, and a breathy moan escaping her swollen lips.

“Oh love, it’s so good. So soft, and tight love” he reassured her, keeping his pace steady and slow. His fingers rubbing her clit, teasing her lips, and her sensitive nub which was swollen. He rubbed his cum over her folds, and she cried out again with his next plunge.

He rocked against her ass, a little faster, his sac slapping against her clit with his thrust, the feeling of being buried inside her was bloody heaven. He kept going, keeping pace with his hand, and Emma lifted up onto her elbows, changing the angle, making it feel tighter.

He groaned her name, and Emma began rocking herself against him, the feeling so intense. Her arousal skyrocketing as his sac kept slapping at her clit with each thrust, his big cock stretching her ass, she felt so full. His hand rubbing her clit skillfully, playing her just right.

She felt another orgasm brewing in her belly, her core flooding with arousal as she looked back seeing the look on his face as he watched his cock going in and out of her ass. “Holy fuck” she cried, and she knew it was going to come fast and hard.

His cock slid in and out of her with ease now, and he felt a gush of arousal wash over his fingers inside her, her ass scorching hot and so fucking soft around him. “Em I am going to come with you love,” he said harshly, and he quickened the pace of his fingers inside her, and Emma began trembling.

“that’s it love, good girl, squeeze me Em,” he said, and she moaned. He pinched the lips of her clit, and she screamed again, her cunt gripping his fingers, walls pulsing, and her ass gripped him, and he saw a flash of white as his orgasm shot through him like a firework. He slowed his pace, as her ass milked every drop out of him.

He waited until she sagged, and slowly pulled out of her. He leaned back on his heels, Emma breathing heavy, her face on her arms on the bed, her ass in the air still. He swallowed as he took in the sight of him dripping out of both of her holes. Bloody Fuck she was going to be the death of him.

“I’ll be right back love” and stood feeling dizzy. He went to the shower turning it on warm, not hot, and set a towel on the bench over the cold tile. He washed his hands and grabbed a cloth to wipe her. She mewled as he wiped her gently.

He tied her hair up in a bun and took off the bra, and stockings. He bent to scoop her up and carried her to the shower. He set her on the bench gently and detached the showerhead, changing the setting to a softer setting, and knelt between her legs.

He looked at her, she was wrecked but so fucking beautiful. “Love, I am going to clean you up, ok?” and she looked at him, eyes glassy, and nodded with a small smile.

He grabbed the washcloth wetting and soaping it lightly and began washing her gently. She moaned slightly at the contact, but he kissed her forehead and kept going. He helped her to stand and cleaned her thoroughly, and held her, washing her whole body.

He grabbed a towel and gently dried her off, slipping her nightgown over her. He tucked her into her bed, and quickly showered himself, climbing into bed with her. Emma’s eyes were open, and she smiled sleepily at him.

He tucked her into his arms and kissed her.

“Are you alright my love?” he asked.

Emma looked at him “Wow” she said a giggled softly. He smirked, “so I didn’t hurt you?” and she shook her head. “It was just, wow,” she said turning her face into his chest.

“Love don’t be embarrassed if you enjoyed it. Never be ashamed of me loving you, or us making love in our bed” he said softly.

“It’s not something I would do all the time, but you didn’t hurt me. It was just completely different” she said sleepily.

He nodded, “I love you” and he nodded, curling her fingers into his chest hair, and fell asleep. He laid there thinking about what just happened and smiled. He never thought he would have this, loving someone so wholly, body, heart, all of it. 

He thought of the first time that he saw her, and let that memory guide him into sleep with Emma wrapped in his arms.

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[kirishwima]

8 For the soulmate prompts with Jumin please ♥️♥️♥️

8. You can feel what your soulmate is feeling (and vise versa). oooh i love the potential of this one >:) and if there was a world where soulmates existed, i think id want it to be either this or the ‘what u write appears on their skin’ lmao

* “Jumin is a heartless monster”, women cry after being rejected by him, gossiping amongst themselves  at parties, their glossed lips dripping lipstick-tinted venom

* “He’s a robot”, people who work in C&R whisper to each other, their hearts stilling whenever they see Jumin Han walk down the hall, not sparing a glance their way.

* Even Jaehee, the one who spends the most time by his side, frequently looks to him with a frown, wondering to herself if he’s even human.

* Yet Jumin...Jumin’s as human as can be.

* It started when he’d first started working for his fathers company, when he was still learning the ropes, the thin line of his lips a facade more than anything, years of practice moulding him into the perfect statue, his emotions boiling just beneath the surface.

* He’d been shadowing his father in a meeting, learning how to handle fussy clients and spoiled buisness-owners, when he felt his chest grow heavy, a feeling far too familiar overtaking him...only it was to an extent he’d never known before, his eyes glossy, a familiar sting as he furiously rubbed at them, willing it all to stop, just stop-not now, not here-

* His dad was the first to notice, startled at his sons’ sudden outburst-it was the first time he’d seen Jumin cry, the sight unfamiliar to him. Yet he loved his son-he’d never let him cry as he carried on buisness per usual.

* Mr. Han took Jumin out of the room and back into his office, offering him tissues and a glass of water as he continued to sob, mumbling curses as he begged the tears to stop.

* It took a while as he quieted down, the feeling mellowing down, Jumin feeling more drained and confused than ever before-what was that? Of course he’s felt upset before, far too many times to count in fact, but he’d never had such an outburst, and in that specific moment-there was nothing for him to be so upset over--

* “That must’ve been your soulmate” his dad offered, sitting across of Jumin, snapping him out of his trance.

* Jumin looked to his dad, dark eyes still glassy, reddened. “My...what?”

* His dad sighed, explained it all to him-how some people happen to have soulmates, how they can feel one another’s emotions if they’re extreme enough-it’s not every little thing, but extreme joy or pain or sadness-they could share these feelings, would feel them until they were replaced with something else, or until their soulmate felt something different, overpowering.

* Jumin let this new info mull over in his mind, spending the next few days with this sinking feeling in his chest-the tears didn’t come like before but he could still feel the sting, how his eyes felt heavy, and he knew, knew his soulmate must be laying awake at night, tears quietly falling down their cheeks-and that made his heart hurt even worse than this shared pain, the thought of being unable to comfort them, knowing they felt like this-

* He knows all too well what it’s like to feel this loss, this pain, to have no one to rely on. He knows what it’s like to go back into an empty home, have no one to share your pain with, to paint a semblance of normalcy in front of the ones you care about so as to not worry them.

* So Jumin decided. If a feeling that can overpower this is what’s needed for his soulmate to stop feeling pain, then he’d seek it out. He’d find joy like no other, for his soulmate’s sake.

* Yet...as hard as he tried, he couldn’t find it. He’d poured his soul into projects he thought could bring him joy, but he felt nothing, except perhaps a small sense of accomplishment, and fatigue. He spent countless hours watching cute cat videos, going through everything the Red Youtube Button had to recommend, but whilst he enjoyed them, he didn’t know if this is what it’s like to be overhwelmed.

* He eventually asked Rika about it-but she simply shook her head. “I do have a surprise for you” she admitted to him, “but I don’t know if it’ll be enough to make you that overjoyed.”

* The surprise came in the form of Elizabeth the 3d-and Jumin felt it, a warm happiness, a protectiveness towards the four-legged fluffy being, but was it enough for his soulmate to feel it? Judging by the pain in his chest...no, no it wasn’t.

* And then he lost Rika. 

* He knew his soulmate must feel it, the way his chest turned hollow, how his fists shook whenever anyone so much as mentioned her name, how he bit his cheek until it bled to keep from screaming, crying, breaking every fragile object in his way-to know how she died, what she’d done-to know how much of a wreck his only friend in the world was, and how he was unable to help him...

* Jumin stopped trying to find the joy he initially seeked, knowing it couldn’t be done. This, this empty feeling, paired with his soulmate’s pain-this was all he’d been left with. All he could ever feel.

* But as fate would have it, a mysterious figure soon entered his beloved RFA app...and his world turned less and less bleak, a genuine smile on his lips every time he’d see their name on his notifications, quick to enter the chatroom to talk with them.

* He could feel his soulmate’s pain soothing along with his, uncertain if it was his doing or their own-yet something brimed in him, a new-found warmth, so foreign yet welcome, the clenching of his stomach at the mere sight of their profile picture, at the sound of their voice on the phone-what was this feeling? 

* And...what was this guilt accompanying it? Why did he think of his soulmate every time he talked with MC, his joy turning thick and sour like spoilt milk?

* That all soon changed on the fateful day that his bodyguard came to him, a day after he locked up Elizabeth the 3d, the sight of her prison churning his gut something unpleasant, mentioning that ‘an MC is here to see you’-all thoughts of guilt flew out the window, replaced with-was it fear? Anxiety? Excitement?

* He wasn’t sure, not until he heard their footsteps as they approached him, saw their face up close-felt his heart scream out in joy, as if begging to climb out his chest to go nestle inbetween MC’s ribs, to make a home in them.

* “Ah” he hummed, smiling down at them “I see...I understand now” he walked up to them, brought a hand to their cheek, gently cradling them in his palm.

* “Welcome home” he said-and he could finally put a name on this confusion, on the fluttering of his chest, the frantic rhythm of his pulse.

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did i go a little overboard? yeah maybe

does jumin deserve this and more? yeah absolutely mwah

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